Magic Rope

“You’re really coming along nicely, aren’t you, Trisha,” asked Sam sucking and kissing Trisha’s navel while jiggling her expanding belly.

“Get fucked, Sam! Untie me and stop it, you bitch,” Trisha cried. She tried pulling on the ropes again but the more she did, the tighter they became.

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Trisha was known as the “skinny bitch” on college campus. A total gym rat and blessed with awesome genes, Trisha would endlessly tease the girls in the dorms who had fallen into the fat trap that was the Freshman 15 (or more). She’d walk the halls wearing shirts that exposed her cut middle, bend over in short shorts to accentuate her tight toned butt, leave her dorm room door open as she stretched her long flexible legs on the dresser and, of course, pinch, prod and grab any signs of fat hanging off her fellow female students.

As Trisha was coming back from an intensive workout, she saw that her next door neighbor, Becca had left her door open. She peeked inside. She snickered when she saw a heavy amount of flab ooze over Becca’s sweatpants waistband as she sorted her laundry.

“Wow, Becca,” Trish said to her thick friend. “I know the cafeteria sells pizza but you don’t need go up for seconds everytime.”

“I’m not, Trish,” Becca snapped back angrily, slapping away Trisha’s love handle pinching hand.

“Some of us don’t have the metabolism of a hummingbird and hours to spend at the gym,” Becca said pulling her tight shirt over her protruding pudgy belly. “Besides, I didn’t gain that much, Miss Perfect,” she said noticing a frilly top from the dryer that hadn’t fit in months.

“‘That much?’ Really,” Trisha couldn’t hold back her laughter and began to march Becca to her bathroom.

“Trisha, please. I don’t need to know. I know I’ve put on weight,” Becca said rolling her eyes, protesting. “Seriously, you have a lot of nerve.”

Becca had been avoiding dress tags, measuring tape and scales every since she started gaining. She knew she was heavier but she didn’t want to know the exact number. Entering Trisha’s bathroom and seeing an expensive high tech scale sitting on the floor made her heart sink.

“Come on, hop on,” Trisha said giving her a few playful slaps on her jiggling rear end.

Becca sighed. She tried to remember her old weight when she graduated high school. Around 125, maybe? She never really thought about staying thin during high school. She was so active, that fat was never an issue but two years of the college party lifestyle had taken its toll on the once thinner sized girl. Her face was rounder. Her thighs, butt and boobs had swelled and that round belly, her most fat defining trait was definitely due to excess beer chugging. There was just no denying that fluffy mid section.

The scale creaked as Becca stepped on. She shivered as her feet touched the cold surface and the neon digital numbers climbed quickly. 120… 130… 140… oh shit… 150… 155… until it slowly stopped, hovering around 163.

“Wow,” Becca thought to herself. “I HAVE gotten fat, but I can’t let Trish know how much it bothers me.”

“Ok, hon, see? This is fat. A lot of fat,” Trisha said giving her belly a shake.

“So, I’ve put on a little weight, NBD,” Becca said quickly. Tugging her tight tee down again.

“A little,” Trisha said scoffing and smirking. “Three to five pounds is a little. Let’s see, you’ve probably put on an extra… hmmm… fifty?”

Trisha’s dainty hands were resting on her thin hips and Becca swore she caught her lifting up her shirt with her thumbs to expose her tight midrif.

“She can’t help but lord it over everyone,” Becca thought to herself shaking her head.

“God, stop grilling me, fitness queen! Not every one has your lifestyle. Not every one was blessed with your kind of bod, ok,” Becca said holding back tears, stomping back to her room.

“It’s not hard to lose weight, Becca. Hell, I burn it off like crazy,” she said stretching tall, unaware she was showing off her hot body again.

“Well, maybe if you had some of this,” Becca yelled grabbing her own gut shaking it for the whole hallway to see. “You’d see how difficult it is, skinny bitch!”

“Yeah, like I’d ever turn into a bloated girl like you, fatty” she spat back and slammed the door.

“Some people just don’t know how to take care of themselves,” Trisha sighed as she pulled off her workout clothes.

Trisha’s narcissism took over as she snapped pictures of her flawless naked form in the mirror. Her model face sat on top of her goddess-like body. Muscle definition at all points enhanced her best features. Her breasts, though average in size, looked impressive and perky, lifted up by defined pecs. Arms had a healthy amount of muscle, looking sexy with no jiggle what so ever. Her waist tapered in beautifully with a small six pack. Her toned hips flared out and her strong back met with a heart shaped butt of rock hard muscle. She loved her sexy hourglass shape. She flexed her runner legs, and bit her bottom lip, admiring the thigh gap

“Perfect, Trisha. Absolutely perfect,” she said and began fingering herself to the fit image before her. “God, I’m so fucking hot.”

Within seconds she was sprawled out on the bed, rythmically rubbing her pussy against a pillow. She suprised herself with how quickly she came. “So hot and bothered from the gym”. She threw on some pjs and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Trisha’s alarm chimed. She yawned and stretched. She tried to get up but couldn’t move her arms or legs. Looking down, her ankles had been tied to the bed frame. Her wrists, the same.

“The Hell,” she yelled and started to move about. The more she pulled, the more painful the restrains got. Someone had to be pulling a prank. “Ouch! Not funny, fuckers.”

No response.

“I’m sorry for being the ‘skinny bitch’, ok?”

Her door creaked open slowly and in walked Becca followed by her much fatter roommate, Samantha.

“Ha ha. Real funny, ladies. All right, snap your pics for your lesbo desires and then untie me,” Trisha said jokingly.

Samantha and Becca plopped onto the bed with devilish grins.

“So, it’s just a touch, Sam,” asked Becca her hand hovering inches away from Trisha’s toned thigh.

“Visualize it and when it feels right, touch her,” Samantha said calmly.

“What are you two doing? Get your hands off me,” Trisha shouted, trashing about. “These ropes hurt! Untie me!”

“The more you pull on the ropes, the more they’ll hurt,” said Samantha. “Don’t worry. This won’t take too long, skinny.”

Becca placed an open palm on Trisha’s leg and felt hot pins and needles all over her body. Trisha winced as the same weird sensation hit her ten times harder.

Becca had only been holding her hand on her thigh for a few seconds but it felt like forever to Trisha. Becca pulled her hand away and Trisha began to sweat. It was like she’d run for hours. She felt exhausted.

“Fuck! Did you just shock me, bitch,” she squawked. “Hey! Don’t touch my stuff.”

Samantha had brought out Trisha’s fancy scale from the bathroom and placed it on the floor next to Becca’s feet. Becca stood up quickly, surprising herself, “Whoa! Lighter,” and stepped on the scale.

“Wow. Holy cow, Sam,” she said giggling with glee, pointing at the digit read out. “153! A whole ten pounds! This rope really does work.”

“I told you,” Samantha said, sitting back on the bed. “Now, hurry up. This rope has a limited time before it runs out of power.”

Trisha couldn’t understand what was going on. What in the Hell was that awful feeling? Why’d she feel so tired? Wait, “153”?

Becca now placed two hands on Trisha’s thigh again and the pins and needles returned even stronger.

“I feel it happening all over now. Look at this,” Becca pulled up her shirt easily. It was no longer pulled taught against her gut. In fact, you could hardly call it much of a gut at all. Her fat belly was shrinking like a deflating ball before their eyes.

Becca’s fat was magically melting away!

“How are you… what is going on? You’re getting skinny! People don’t just get skinny. How are you doing this? Let me go,” Trisha couldn’t help but move again, the rope tightening. But she stopped her thrashing when she felt her body start to… jiggle?

Looking down, Trisha gasped. At first she thought she was lying at a strange angle. Maybe it was a trick of the light but there was no denying what she was seeing. She was getting bigger. Her fat free, toned body was swelling up! Her flat stomach began to poof upwards, the six pack getting lost in a small layer of fat. Her boobs slowly inflated and rose like bread dough, her growing nipples rubbing across her pj top. She felt her panties stretch and dig into her hips and ass. Her butt cheeks started to expand and pancake across the bed. Her upper thighs thickened and she shuddered when they slowly squished closer and closer together. Moving her head around frantically, she could feel the added weight in her face. Her cheeks puffed up and an emerging double chin made it harder to look down at that damage that was being done.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been this skinny before,” a now shirtless Becca in an oversized bra exclaimed standing on the scale again. “115! Unreal. I think I might have over done it a bit,” she giggled running her hands across her thin body, feeling a visible rib.

“It’s impossible,” Trisha said breathlessly. She gazed at the transformed svelte beauty before her. Not only had Becca’s beer belly vanished but her whole body had been stripped of excess fat. She now had a thin body of a sexy high school senior runner.

“My turn,” Samantha chimed in and without warning buried her chubby face and hands into Trisha’s pot belly.

“Stop! You can’t! This is madness,” Trisha pleaded feeling the pins, needles and swelling again. She started to cry. “I can’t get any fatter! I don’t want to be fat like you!”

“Oh, that’s mean, Trisha,” said Sam pulling away, looking hurt. “I was only going to shed a few pounds but now you reminded me about that really tiny bikini I saw in the mall the other day. I’ve never worn a two piece and spring break is right around the corner, you know?”

Samantha planted her head and pressed her arms on Trisha’s stomach. The pins and needles radiated all over their bodies.

Becca sat back in awe as she watched her fat roomate, Samantha deflate before her. Her chubby extrimeties thinned, her wide butt narrowed and her large breasts receeded. Her cute fat face melted away to reveal a cute skinny face. She looked quite good with only a few dozen pounds taken off but Samantha intensified her rubbing of Trisha’s belly, speeding up the transfer.

Trisha, who, in kinder circles would be called curvy, was now becoming downright fat. Her whole body began to widen, bloat and no part of it was denied a proper fattening. Dainty hands swelled, fingers looking like they had been affected by some allergic reaction. Any signs of muscles in her arms and legs were covered by intruding amounts of flab. Fat turned ankles into cankles and narrow cute feet into wide chubby ones with plump toes. Her thunder thighs mushed all the way down to her knees. Samantha shook Trisha’s expanding belly that protruded out in all directions. Her large swelling stomach was making it hard to believe there was a tight waist there in the first place. Her boobs had grown as well but any sign of former perkiness was no where to be found as they jiggled around like hanging udders on her fat chest.

“Awww. You’re so accepting,” said an unbelievable skinny Sam to the now bloated fit queen.

“Please, stop,” whispered the exhausted Trisha. She felt how her round fat face felt when she spoke. Her cheeks and double chin squished when she moved her mouth. She hated it.

Samantha stood up gracefully and spun around effortlessly. Her large top hung off her narrow shoulders and size 14 pants plopped to the floor. “I’ve never been thin! Not in my entire life!”

She trotted over to the scale and squeeled. “125! OMG! That’s, like, over 80 pounds off in a few mintues! Ha!”

Trisha felt like passing out but she couldn’t stop looking down at her bloated form. The thin fit girl who, minutes ago, had been snapping pictures of her sexy body, masturbating to its pure hotness, now, laid tied up as a barely recognizable overweight woman. Trisha was dazed but she could do the math. She easily had to be around two-hundred and fifty pounds.

Samantha and Becca complimented each other on their new thin bodies, showcasing their flat waists and slender legs. They chuckled at the former ‘skinny bitch’ that laid panting with her fat belly rising and falling with every breath.

Samantha tugged at the knots at Trisha’s wrists and ankles. The ropes untied in a flash, crumbling into dust. Trisha’s arms and legs flopped and jiggled back to a resting position.

“Let’s see the final results,” smiled Samantha.

Both girls strained and grunted as they helped the thick, doughy Trisha to her feet. Trisha cursed at them, for simply getting to her feet felt like a workout. Standing, it was if gravity had been cranked to 11. Moving her thick arms around her ample frame, she felt how all of her body had been changed by the super rapid weight gain. She grabbed at her large stomach, wide butt and fat tits. Every part of her was soft, squishy and jiggly. When she stopped touching herself she noticed she didn’t have the ability to put her arms straight down. Her pudgy limbs couldn’t help but rest on her wide, buldging love handles. She felt like she wearing a giant suit made of blubber. There was so much more of her and she couldn’t recognize any of it. She was having a hard time grasping the situation. It was only when she brought a swelled hand to her face and moved the sausage like digits did it sink in. The red nail polish was still fresh from this morning. Morning… when she was thin.

“I’m fat,” she whispered to herself.

The girls helped Trisha again but moving just a few feet to the scale felt bizarre and awkward. Trisha’s body moved differently, slowly. Her walk cycle caused her hips, butt, legs, boobs, (fucking everything!) to jiggle with each step. Her thighs brushed together no matter how she tried to move them apart. No part of her fat wasn’t always in the way. Her pudgy feet squished as they hit the scale and the digital read out climbed up and up.

“Holy shit, Trisha,” said Becca snickering, peering down and pointing at the number. “You’re 268!”

Trisha tried to protest but the words were caught in her throat. She had to be one of the fattest girls on campus. Maybe the fattest. She tried to confirm the new weight herself but the newly acquired buldge made it difficult to bend. She felt like her waist was surrounded by a big inner tube of flesh. She strained as hard as she could and just managed to peer over her hanging belly to see the display time out and number dissappear.

“Trust me, Trisha. You’re that heavy,” Becca laughed and pinched her wide behind.

“I’m obese! I can barely see my feet,” she whimpered.

“Why,” Trisha cried, burying her round face into her fat hands. “Why did you do this to me?”

“Why? Why,” mocked Becca. “It’s because you needed to be taught a lesson.” She said, pinching a hand full of belly flab.

“You were making all of us thick girls feel like shit. We were getting tired of it so we saved up for some magic rope. Very expensive stuff but it works wonders for moving troublesome fat to your skinny enemies,” Sam said making a pouting face while pinching and shaking Trisha’s adorable fat rosy cheeks.

“You shouldn’t cry, Trisha. You’re still beautiful. In fact, there’s way more of you to love,” Becca said starting to leave with Sam. “Don’t worry. Didn’t you say once, ‘It’s not hard to lose weight, Becca. Hell, I burn it off like crazy.’ Well, it’s time to prove it, fat bitch.”

With that, two skinny girls headed to the mall and left their new fat friend alone to come up with one hell of a workout routine.