arrowcaptions: Lizzy and her girlfriend Amanda had just bought their dream house. It had taken years
arrowcaptions: Lizzy and her girlfriend Amanda had just bought their dream house. It had taken years, and a lot of luck but now they had it. A nice quiet house in the suburbs, with good enough transport links to get them to their jobs in the city. Everything had seemed perfect. That was of course until they discovered the secret basement room. On their tours they hadn’t seen it. Infact it was well hidden behind a wall. The only way they found it was when Amanda had accidently knocked the catch for it while trying to scrub a strange dark spot off the wall. Inside was something from a horror. A pentacle drawn on the floor in black paint, with melted stubs of candles at all five points. And a book, an elderly looking tome bound in soft leather, the title scratched out and now all the pages blank.Though Amanda weren’t worried about this in the slightest. The house used to belong to a woman called Becca who claimed to be a witch, and apparently had a rather wicked sense of humour. They binned the candles, and spent an evening scraping up and dissolving the paint in the circle, before filling up the hidden room with their various power tools to keep them safe and out the way. Unsure what to do with the book, they decided to keep it as a guest book, upstairs in the lobby.Their first few months were all dinner parties, having people over for coffee and cake and going out for meals, and dutifully their guests would fill out the book. A sort of format developed. The guests would do a date, write about what a lovely time they had, and what they ate. Amanda was a chef and proud of it, so looking back at the book was a nice reminder of the events she had hosted.One evening, Amanda was sitting alone in bed, gently leafing through the book, when she cut her thumb turning the page. She moved to quickly suck on her thumb, but a single drop of her blood fell on the corner of the page. The words began to flow like water in front of her eyes, into that drop of blood and from that droplet into her.Every meal written down in that book began to take effect on her. She watched in both shock and amazement as her belly started to bloat, its smooth tauntness slowly morphing into thick blubbery rolls, covering her lap. Her small breasts ballooning up and sagging into shapeless masses. Her face fattening as thick double chins formed. And it wasn’t just her body that was changing. Around her, she saw the room changing, more suited to a woman like herself. A mini fridge by the bed. A desk to work from home. Huge panties to fit around her wide thighs and heavy hips. Even the wedding photo by the bed showed Amanda, huge and fat and beautiful in a white dress, dwarfing her wife in size.When Lizzy got home and saw her wife, lying on their bed, naked, huge and half way through a 6 pack of 2l bottles of coke, she didn’t know what to say. Despite all the changes to the world around her to fit this new life, she still remembered their old life, though the new memories were slowly creeping in.Amanda explained what had happened, about the book, about cutting her finger and how the words had gone. However, the love and lust she felt for her wife though gave her an idea. Taking the book, she quickly scrawled in it “Just as much as Amanda ate” before pricking her thumb and pressing it to the page.Slowly their minds and memories began to shift…In this new reality, the book had simply been left in the secret room. After all, the basement hadn’t been specially adapted like the rest of the house. Doors had been widened to accommodate wide fat rear ends. Chair had been reinforced to take heavy weight. Blinds covered all the windows, allowing the girls to walk around naked if they couldn’t be bothered getting dressed. A fridge in every room so they didn’t have to waddle too far to get one of the huge bottles of drink they drank as if they were cups of coffee. Even the bed had been widen and reinforced. They both had memories of breaking beds during their lighter days when things got a little bit hot and heavy, but in this new customized house they didn’t need to worry about any of that.Amanda heard her wife calling her from the bathroom. She slowly lifted her bloated body from the bed, and waddled heavily over to the door to see her wife standing in the shower, the front of her body all soaped up, smiling at her, as Amanda moved to join her. The only thing the house didn’t do was help them wash. But Amanda didn’t mind helping her wife with that~ -- source link