...You want to get fatter.

You want to get fatter. You're pretty sure it's at least a little the afterglow of your previous changes, but the desire to actually feel the weight gained is almost stronger than the desire to be fat in itself. The thought of feeling any part of your body swell, let alone all of it at once, makes your legs quiver with a steady growing heat between them that similarly heats your cheeks.

You can almost taste it, the sugary sweetness of empty calories piled onto your form making your heart pound harder than it ever could from the mere fantasy itself. Becoming impossibly soft, body expanding with every breath, until you're nothing but rolling hills of flesh and flab.

You need to feel it. At least once. At least a little bit. So you turn your attention back to the computer to type another entry. The cursor blinks steady with every keypress, as though each blink counts down towards your next surge of growth. Your fingers tremble beyond your control as you stare at the new entry, but the need overrides any lingering doubt of what you're about to do to yourself.

{I will slowly and steadily gain weight over the next ten minutes. The gained weight will last for twenty minutes after I finish growing.}

You try to calm yourself before hitting it. One slow, deep breath manages to ease the shaking of your hands... then, you hit Enter. Nothing happens for a few seconds, and you stare down at yourself with bated breath. Then, just as you were about to give up, you feel the telltale warmth begin to sink into your body. Your clothes tighten just the slightest bit as your body softens, each second bringing you a little more flab than the last.

In no time your belly has grown enough to rest on your thighs, the soft flesh spilling over them like warm dough. From there it only keeps going, expanding with each passing second as reality bends to your will. Your waistline grows thicker, the love handles becoming prominent enough to grip with both hands if you wanted. Your breasts begin to outpace your belly again, swelling until they press against your chin when you look down, the heavy-duty bra groaning under the strain.

Your butt begins to threaten to spill over the sides of your chair, the plush cheeks squishing against the armrests as they widen. All the while, your thighs and arms grow thicker and thicker, the skin becoming taut yet yielding as you soon find yourself no longer able to close your arms around your midsection. The best part is the fact you can see it happening, without a mirror even. Every time you look down, you're just a bit softer than you were the second before, the transformation happening in real-time before your eyes.

Your clothes get tighter and tighter, too much for you to bear until you start stripping layers. In the pleasure haze of your steady outward growth, you forget how simple it would be to course-correct you wardrobe for a second time with a brief entry. Your pants find themselves on the floor only a few seconds before your shirt, your bra already working to unzip itself under the strain of your growing breasts as they outgrow the maximum capacity of the undergarment.

Now free from the worst of your wardrobe, you huff and puff as your body continues to swell out. It's barely been a minute, and already you've gained at least 50 pounds. Maybe you're gaining one per second, painting the somewhat dread-inducing picture of yourself in the 700s as your body processes the final drops of its 10-minute gain. You can hardly believe that the thought is somehow just as exciting as it is harrowing.

It makes you want to just lay back and watch yourself swell, to become lost in the sensation of your own expanding body, but you also want to savor it while you can, to touch and explore every new curve and roll as it appears. You do a little of both, one hand resting on your belly as it reaches the underside of your boobs, the warmth of your skin seeping into your palm as you feel it continue to grow. The other snakes past it and into your pants, your fingers tracing the path of your widening hips before finding their destination.

As your growth continues, it your body tingling with growth and burning with stimulation, it becomes harder to keep track of not only time passing, but your actions. Will a wandering mind alter your entry before it even finishes, or will you simply blink and find yourself your final weight..?