Your BIGGEST Nightmare - One-Shot Part 4 (Last Part) (Patreon)

Well, it was fun to write this story. But, it has come to an end. But don´t worry, I´ll start working on a new one-shot soon!

You may wonder, what will be the new story? And when will it be posted?

The answer is soon. Within this month. And, it will be about a young woman who stays at this cabin for the summer. And what about it? Well, turns out, this cabin is not any cabin, it is controled by the ultimate AI, and it scans the host at first, to check the health, age and gather other data.

Now, this lady is... not tall, a bit below average, so, what will the house do? Find a way to get her on average height. But... what will happen if the AI in the house starts to... malfunction?

This will be a hourglass growing story. Taller, sexier, and overall, a healthy body.

This story will be fun! I´m sure, and I really hope you like it!

but first, let´s finish with this one. Hope you like the end ;D

Part 4

Being at work was awful! Everything is! Olive can´t get used to this new, larger and much heavier body! Her clothes feel tight, her chair feels tiny, and her feet… they are swollen!

“This can´t be happening…” she complaint. She went from her perfect image of a woman to… as she says, a giant, meaty, forever-single lady.

Her ideas and thoughts about what´s supposed to be the human shape, and body were a bit misplaced. And so was her attitude. Being nasty to everyone who had some more pounds on. This is her lesson!

Once she was done at the office, she went straight back home. But not begore grabbing a quick “appetizer” on the way home. A hotdog, the ones that they sell outside the office at noon.

She couldn´t believe it. She took care of counting every single calorie, and that they all came from the most healthy and natural foods. Now, her diet´s basically… junk food!

She was totally fine with eating something like pizza, burgers, fries, or a hotdog every once in a while. Like, once a month, but this! She ate all that in ONE SINGLE DAY!

And to think that she´s on a “diet”. In this new reality, she would´ve had like three hot dogs, not just one. But she knows that even one is way too much. Or is it not?

Olive just went straight back home. Opened the door, went upstairs to her room and threw herself in bed. The cheering weight of her plump 6´9” body, the impact almost broke the bed! It certainly creaked as if it had. Lucky for her, and avoiding any further embarrassment, it didn´t.

She kicked off her shoes and was ready to get to sleep. So what if it was barely 7:30? She just wants this day to be done!

Maybe she´ll wake up like the thin, sexy girl she used to be… maybe, but first…

“Olive? You´re home already?” Said her mom from outside her room´s door.

“Yes…” she replied, feeling defeated.

“Back from the gym too? Or are we skipping the gym today too?” UGH!!!

Olive got changed and went for it. Apparently, her mother´s really pushing her to lose weight. And she´s right!

Steph stood up and rapidly got changed into gym clothes. Only that, she no longer had those sexy gym outfits she used to. Now, she had… sweatpants? A spandex top, but with sweatpants? What was she, a boxer?

She grunted and just went for it. How much more embarrassment can she go through? Apparently, a lot more…

“Olive! It´s so nice to see you! How long has it been? A week?” Said his trainer. A tall, well 6´4”, tanned, and muscular man. One that used to hint on her, but now, he was talking to her as she talks with all the, as she said, fatties…

Apparently, Olive still went to the same gym. Only that… not that frequently. Plus, she wasn´t getting as much stares as she once did.

No one was gawking at her perfect figure. Her slim silhouette, or her curves- Now, she was kind of… invisible. But that´s good because, her performance, well…

To make things even worse, the first thing they did was a weight in! That´s right, the trained wanted to see how bad the “damage” has been.

“Ok, and the scale says…” He made a dramatic pause as she, in her currently monumental fleshy body, stood on the scale. Wondering if there could be a chance that the thing wasn´t right. But even if there´s a full pound difference with her actual weight, the scale still says…

“490-pounds.” Said the guy, making Olive nearly choke! She was almost five-hundredth-pounds!!! That´s like FOUR times what she used to weight!

“F-four… ninety?” Said Olive, wanting to disappear, still, she´s much taller now, so the weight´s a bit more distributed.

“Yeah, pretty nice, huh? You´re still… twelve pounds below your starter weight.” Great, so she WAS over five-hundredth. Why can´t the earth just swallowed her and end up with her nightmare.

Well, it can´t because, there´s still some work to do…

“Come on, just one… just…” Said her trainer, but she couldn´t. She couldn´t do ONE SINGLE SIT-UP!

“Hmmm, maybe we should try with a plank?” He said. But that didn´t work either.

This new body, it was bigger, yes, but it had CERO stamina. She went for the treadmill, and what used to be a fifteen-minute warm up on level 4, became a THREE-minute hell on level 2. At first, she thought the worse would be feeling her huge butt bouncing, but she was covered in sweat after ninety seconds. And just before three minutes, she was done!

Her trained came back, knowing she was the one who needed the most help. Her? A girl who used to make her own routines? Needing help?

“Ok, that´s a good job! You´ve added, how much? A whole minute? Fantastic!” He was so cheering. Well, at least he was nice.

Of course, he still flirted a bit with the ladies who had the big glutes and the trimmed waists. They had the toned bodies she once had. And that “once” was YESTERDAY! LITERALLY!

She was covered in sweat, and struggling with everything. Even weights. And she thought that those huge arms of hers would contain some muscle. It seems that supporting their own weight´s already a significant effort. She´s using ten-pound dumbbells. And she´s TIRED!

And what´s the worse thing? She´s HUNGRY! All this exercise, that has been no more than fifteen minutes, that has done nothing but making her stomach churn!

She was done. After ten more minutes, she just packed her things and left. She was all sweaty, all tired and with no hopes on achieving a thing! She may as well go eat. It seems that´s what she´s good at.

“Ugh, fine! If I´m now a fatty, I may as well enjoy, right?” with this harsh acceptance, she went straight for that thing she´s always avoided. Pastry.

But not just ANY pastry, and she wasn´t sure if it really counts as pastry. But that´s the one thing she, as a fit lady, avoided. Donuts.

She, even if she was all sweaty, entered the store and ordered a FULL dozen, for herself. That´s right, now she´ll burry her sadness in food.

She went for the donuts that had big chinks of chocolate on them. The ones that were filled with cream, with chocolate. Sprinkles, caramel, more chocolate chips. Who cares if she´s a big lady now. The one who should care for the most is her, and she doesn´t care anymore… or does she?

She went straight to her car, took a sit and, right at the parking lot, she opened the box and started eating. A huge bite to the chocolate one, and she also took the one filled with strawberry, and gave it another full bite. Yes, she was eating two donuts, full of sugar, filled with calories, at the same time, and that… that…

*cries* “This is not fair!” She´s taken such good care of her shape, and for what?

She didn´t even had the chance to let herself go! In just one night, she went from fit to fat. And not just any type of fat. She was enormous!

Massive, her butt, her tits, her waist. Even her arms! And they were not muscular, just like her thighs, they were soft and fleshy. Plump, soft mass. That´s how she felt, just like a huge mass of a woman.

She went for her ninth donut before her phone buzzed.

“Great, that must be mom, I wouldn´t blame her if she put a camera to watch what I eat…” She said, with dry tears in her eyes and her lips covered with chocolate and white, powder sugar.

She took another bite before she checked on the message she had received. And no, it wasn´t her mother, it was someone else.

“Hello. This is Mark, I don´t know if you know me. I go to the same college as you. I´m friends of Jenna too.” It was HIM, Mark, the handsome quarterback.

Mr. Perfect. Mr. Handsome. The one man she could never have. Or at least that was before…

She couldn´t believe it. But it was him. His picture was at the top, next to his number. How? Why was he texting her? She was no longer pretty, well she was pretty, but her face was… rounder. But her body, she felt like a blimp! Why was he texting her?

The message continued:

“I was wondering, if, maybe, are you free tonight?” Was he asking her out! Her? The actual her?!!!

This could´ve been some sort of prank, but she didn´t care. She needed this, for her self-esteem. However, a message from Jenna, who´s number was not saved on her phone, said:

“I gave Mark your number. He´ll text you soon. Welcome ;)” This was real. 100-prcent real.

Olive wasted no time and, with her sticky, sugar-covered, fingers, she wrote him back. Yes, she was free. All covered in sweat, but she can shower.

This was so sudden, so strange. So odd! But it was HIM, she wouldn´t ever waste a chance to go out with him. He´s still the same handsome jock she fell for since she first saw him. If there was a perfect man to her, it was him.

But, why does he want to date her? Well, the truth is, Mark´s got a type. He likes them big; he likes them thick; he likes them HEFTY. Unlike before, Olive now marks all the spots for his “taste”.

Who´d blame him for falling for tall, big, beautiful women? That´s just his type.

Olive turned on her car´s engine and rushed home. In the way back, she ate the three remaining donuts, but not in despair, she just… was a happy eater.

She ran upstairs and took a shower. In the meantime, she shared her address with mark. He said he knew a place, one Jenna had suggested.

Olive had no idea what to do, or wear, but this was it! This was her shot! She feels this could still be a prank, but she´s desperate!

She perfumed herself and dressed up. A long-sleeved blouse, one where her massive breasts were sticking out, a pair of tent-like jeans that fit tightly. And some sandals. Her feet are sore, no one can blame her for being comfortable.

He said he´ll pick her up at 10:00, and by 9:55, he was waiting outside. On his sports car. His luxurious sports car, the problem, can she fit in?

“Hi…” she said, wanting to bite her lips. That was him!

“Hi there…” he said, opening the door for her.

Before, Mark´s 6´3”, 200-pound size was big. But now… he looked a little short. Blame on her for being now 6-inches taller than him, oh, and over twice his weight.

But he didn´t mind, looking at her, in her tight clothes. He was aroused! He likes them BIG!

Her boobs, her arms, the fact that she´s taller than him. She´s a full woman! He adored the way she struggled to fit her body inside the car. Watching her massive butt being squeezed in, that had him gawking!

Olive felt a little nervous about the fact that she barely fit inside the car, but that, if she had known, made his heart race!

He had plans. She doesn´t know it, but he feels like he´s the lucky one for being on a date with her. And she feels the other way around.

He was so nervous he could barely made small-talk. He complimented her clothes, her hair, tried to compliment her whole self! Without being too weird and saying things like mentioning her boobs or ass. Or the fact that her soft body had him going.

Where did they go? Easy. A buffet. Jenna shared the place Olive loved the most. An all-you-can-eat buffet. With meat, chicken, fries, baked potatoes, and more and more helpings of the most delicious food.

She was nervous. A buffet? But she just are a full box of donuts, there´s no way…

*gggggGGRROOOWWWWLLLllll* Her stomach spoke for itself, yes, she DOES have room.

“Oh, don´t worry, I´ll get us a table. Uhm… why don´t you go ahead and pick up something?” they had already paid for the meal. She may as well just go.

Olive was feeling a bit weird. A buffer? Does he want to… stuff her? He´s not the type of man who likes fattening women, right? She´s seen things like that before. But with a body as big as hers, well, it seems she´s already had a big start.

She decided she won´t pick too much. Just a plate, just one. And not full. However, her stomach had other plans. The smell was so… amazing. So tasty, greasy, meaty, it hypnotized her to pick more than just one plate.

When she was done, she felt soooo embarrassed. She walked towards their table with TWO plates, full to the brim with layers and layers of food. Ribs, steak, potatoes, vegetables on the side, and much more!

Mark was glad she could eat. He likes them big girls. But her, Olive was red like a tomato! And maybe as round as one.

While he picked a plate, she ate half of what was in one, and then just kept going. Does she have a fill? She had no idea, during this whole day, where she has already eaten, easily ten-thousand-calories, she´s never felt full. Just… sated.

Turns out, her fill is FOUR plates full of food.

“Ugh… I´m… I´m full…” she said, sitting back on her chair as she had eaten everything she could. Her stomach was showing! But not that much, still, she felt inflated.

All that food sitting on her stomach like a huge, heavy rock! Had she made a pig of herself?

Well, Mark certainly doesn´t mind.

“Wow… she can eat…” for some reason, knowing she was bigger, and could eat way more than him, that had him delighted.

They chatted for a while, he confessed he was too shy to speak to her. That he believed she wouldn´t pay attention to a man like him.

That maybe a woman her size would pick up a much bigger man. Maybe those massive strong men. One that could match her in size.

Olive nearly cried. Of course she likes him! So much that it hurts. And it still does, knowing she´s got a better chance as a fatty than being a hot, fit woman. Oh well…

But that wasn´t the end of it. Right after they were done at the buffet, and she was full and happy. He drove them, but to HIS place. Watching all that sexy woman had him hot!

He parked at his drive way, the place was alone since, like she used to, leaves on his own apartment.

He lead her, by the hand. Feeling her soft, thick hand, a hand much bigger than his got him nervous. His hand even started to sweat!

But he couldn´t help it. She was literally the woman of his dreams! Tall, thick, big, overall, a bigger woman is what he´s looking for!

“Are you sure?” Olive asked, standing in only her underwear, right in front of Mark, who was sitting on his bed.

“Sure, don´t worry, just go ahead…” He wanted her to sit on him. Well, not on him, just to sit that massive trunk he´s been gawking at all night over his lap. He could take it.

Olive wasn´t sure, she was twice as heavy as him. But she felt so horny. His body was like… chiseled! His abs, like rock hard, and his member, she could see the big bulge inside his briefs.  He´s got quite a pack.

She just stopped thinking and let herself go. Of course, not all at once, slowly, but still. Mark could feel her heavy body, and yes, she was to heavy. But he´ll take it. Wrapping his arms around that round butt, that killing ass.

He loved it, the feeling of a big, heavy, soft woman on top of him. But this was just the beginning.

“Ok…” she said, enjoying the feeling, they were now both naked. Something she´s always dreamt of, having sex with the most handsome man. He was like craved out of marble. But her… she felt like gelatine. But for some reason, he likes it.

What does he want now? For her to be on top.

Mark wanted her sexy body to be on top of his. To feel her soft, luscious body over him. Watching her naked was a treat! Her boobs were humongous! Her hips were so wide! And her massive thighs, carrying a squashing butt.

But, for some reason, her soft stomach had him allured. He wanted to feel that soft, full belly over him, while her breasts smother his face.

The biggest, and softest pair of tits, on the tallest and thickest woman he´s ever seen. Yes, this was a fantasy, a fantasy that had come true.

Olive may think of this as a nightmare, a flip on her reality. But, even after all the hell she went through, it turns out, Mark likes her new self.

As she smothers him with her soft body. As she pins him down to bed while they let themselves fall to the arms of passion, he likes her.

Her fat, her size, the fact that she´s taller, heavier, overall bigger than him. And, if he likes it, if he likes the fatty she is, well… if that gets them to be together, maybe this is not that bad after all.

In the end, everything’s the same, right? The only difference is that she´s a 6´9”, 490-pound woman. Plus, she´s got the love of the man she´s fantasized of. In the end, it´s a fair trade, right?

THE END…