Sweet Celia: Chocoholic (Commission)

As Tiffany rode the bus to school the next day, she began to regret her clothing choices. She had been considering a pair of jeans and a modest button-down shirt, but the skimpy combo of a tight-fitting pink tank top and black skirt had called to her. Having woken up in an oddly exhibitionist mood, that outfit had appealed to her, and a little time posing in front of the mirror had confirmed that she liked how she looked wearing it. Her opinion of the outfit only changed after the bus started moving and the bouncy suspension set her chest bouncing as well. Suddenly, the cleavage that she had impulsively chosen to display was feeling dangerously unstable. While her DD-cup bra provided some support, she thought her tits might pop out the low neck line of her top at any moment. That would be a bit more exhibitionist than she had intended.

There were moments of relief when the bus stopped and her body was still, allowing her to turn her attention away from her uncooperative flesh to the other kids on the bus. She noticed the stares. Horny boys, old enough to be thoroughly turned on but too young to hide their leering gaze, took great pleasure in the sight of her. She remembered having been in their place and could understand why they stared. How could she blame them? Her body was an incredible sight to behold. What bothered her, though, was not knowing quite how she felt about the attention. It made her uncomfortable to know what they wanted, and yet, at the same time, she felt flattered as well.

Maybe what bothered her was how open she was to being seen and treated as the object of their affection. The new Tiffany part of her mind wanted to be wanted by them, and the Tom part of her worried what that desire might lead her to do. It was a conflicting mess of emotions to sift through.

So, when the bus arrived at school, Tiffany was glad to get to class and think of something else for a while other than her body and its accompanying emotions. If she could just make it through today without any problems, then maybe Celia would have figured out a way to turn her back to normal. She could be Tom again. At the very least, Celia ought to be able to find a way to remove this feminizing chocolate “allergy” before Tiffany’s mind went even more out of control. Her only hope was that, by focusing on her classes, she could distract herself from her confused emotions long enough until that cure was ready.

***

Unfortunately, Tiffany's classes were not quite the distraction she had hoped they would be. While she had become the age of an eighth grader, she still retained enough knowledge from her old life to make the classwork too easy to keep her attention for long. By mid-day, she got bored. Then, her eyes began to wander, seeking out something that interested her, which turned out to be the boys sitting near her, who appeared increasingly attractive to her. Try as she might to avoid looking at them and keep focused on something less alluring, her gaze was inevitably drawn back to them.

At last, her eyes settled on the handsome boy next to her. She found him particularly intoxicating. Out of all the other boys in the room he seemed the most mature, showing faint traces of a mustache above his upper lip. Tiffany wondered if she would feel that hair when kissing him. She bit her lower lip, trying to conceive of a way to start up a conversation with him. After watching for an opening, she found one when a girl behind him asked him to buy a candy bar from her as part of a fundraiser. He passed the girl some dollar bills in return for his snack. When he turned to face forward again, he noticed Tiffany staring at him.

“H-hi,” he whispered, seeming flustered at the sight of her.

“Hi,” Tiffany replied and smiled.

He blushed and, realizing an opportunity, asked, “D-do you want some?” while holding out the bar to her.

“Sure,” Tiffany said.

The boy opened the wrapper and broke off a piece of the bar for himself and another piece for her. He handed this gift to her and put his own piece in his mouth.

Tiffany smiled again, realizing that she was already sharing a meal with him. She put the piece in her mouth. Only after she started chewing did she realize her mistake: she was eating chocolate.

She paused, feeling torn between spitting it out and swallowing it. Not wanting to make a gross mess in front of this cute boy, she decided to just face the magical consequences. Besides, the chocolate was surprisingly tasty, maybe the most delicious thing she could ever remember eating. So, she kept chewing until it was all gone.

The pleasure of eating the chocolate was short-lived, though. As soon as it had all melted away, a worrying tingle spread from her mouth, down to her belly where the sensation radiated out to the rest of her body.

Tiffany’s underwear began to feel uncomfortably tight. Her panties were pulled into her ass crack by her swelling ass, giving her an aching wedgie. Meanwhile, her bra straps dug into her skin as her cups overflowed with expanding breast flesh.

She moaned in response to the pain, but the sound she made seemed to express pleasure more than pain.

Just when she thought that her underwear had reached its breaking point, the growth stopped. She stared down at her breasts for a moment, estimating that she had become several sizes too large for her current bra. The same was true for her bottoms. She looked down to the side, seeing that her butt had spread wide enough to cover the whole seat of her desk from one side to the other.

“Whoa,” said the boy beside her.

Tiffany turned her attention from herself to him and noticed that just about every other student around her was staring at her body. This led to a mixture of responses. She felt the anxiety of being put on the spot. At the same time, she felt an odd pride at how prominently attractive her body had become. Then, she felt a desire to grow even more, to have even more flesh to impress that crowd.

These horny thoughts became overwhelming and grew increasingly intolerable, until Tiffany raised her hand and asked for a bathroom pass. She stood up and tried to pull the wedgie from her ass and readjust her inadequate bra as she walked up to the teacher and got her pass. Then, she left the room and hurried down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. Only after she was inside did she realize that this was her first time entering a women’s bathroom as someone who belonged there.

Tiffany stepped up to the mirrors by the sinks and was met by the jaw-dropping sight of her own reflection. Beneath her still youthful face, the disproportionately oversized curves that had concerned her earlier that morning had become even more absurdly huge.

“Oh, boy,” she said while unfastening the strap of her bra to set free the breasts constrained within. After a sigh of relief, she cupped the weight of those swollen tits, feeling all the soft flesh, spilling over the tips of her fingers since her hands were now too small, comparatively, to hold that much flesh in them. “Oh, boy,” she repeated.

Tiffany looked down at her hips and ass, seeing how broad and thick she was below the waist now. She tried to estimate how much weight she had put on, but it was hard to say. It might have been about 20 pounds, maybe more.

As she was lost in her calculations, she felt the tightness of her underwear loosen. Realizing that her clothes must have adjusted to fit this new body, she tried to fasten her bra back into place. Sure enough, it fit her expanded chest perfectly now. Wanting to get more information, she stepped into a stall and shut the door.

Tiffany stripped off her tank top, and removed her bra again, letting her huge tits hang freely in the cool air, feeling her nipples begin to harden. She checked the label on the bra.

“Double F cups?” she read and stared down at her fat tits in stunned awe.

She felt some concern, the reaction from some residual bit of Tom that still existed in her memories and worried about the attention that this hourglass figure would draw. While she could concede that being a man trapped in this overly-sexualized girl body would be disturbing, she did not feel much like a man now. She could barely even remember what it had felt like to have a dick. She was Tiffany, a girl, and this body felt right to her.

“Awesome,” she said, giving her nipple a playful tweak. “I love them.” She gave her tits a squeeze, enjoying how her soft tit-flesh flattened and stretched pliably as she fondled herself. She felt a dampness between her legs and realized that if she kept playing with herself like this, then she would end up coming inside this bathroom stall. “Easy,” she warned herself. “Calm it down… for now.”

As Tiffany pulled back from the edge, she felt her excitement fade, but the impulse to continue remained. The horniness that had been growing since the most recent transformation continued unabated, even after she ceased stimulating herself. She still wanted it, craved it, like candy or chocolate, but she maintained just enough self-control to put her bra and shirt back on and dab her underwear dry with a square of toilet paper. She stepped out of the stall and took a minute to admire her reflection before washing her hands and leaving the bathroom behind.

Tiffany made it back to class just moments before the bell rang and everyone headed out into the crowded hallways. She found navigating the rush of students to be more challenging now that she had a lot of extra width to maneuver through the crowd, and so she ended up bumping hips with several other students and bouncing her tits off of random arms and elbows. Eventually, her nose led her to the cafeteria, and she got in line to buy her lunch.

The wait gave Tiffany a chance for her attention to wander to food and other things her body needed. Hunger was on her mind, and it colored every thought that passed through it. She wanted food in her belly. She still craved the sweet taste of chocolate. But, her desires went beyond what she could eat. The boys around her were tasty treats as well. She wanted to sample their delicious lips, feel the texture of their fingers fumbling over her flesh, warm herself against their hot bodies. They were the meal she lusted for most of all.

Somewhere deep in her mind, the echo of a man’s voice breathed a worried sigh that resembled the word, “Slut.”

Tiffany grabbed a tray and loaded it with strong flavors, sweet fruits, savory meat, and spicy sauce. Then, she spotted a dessert, a chocolate pudding, cool and jiggly. She wondered how jiggly it would make her to eat it. The pudding ended up on her tray, destined to be a fitting final course to her meal. With everything collected, she paid and went searching for a table.

Tiffany sized up the boys as they stared at her passing by. While more is better, she soon realized that she did not want a pile on during this first experience with romancing them. A single isolated one would be perfect for seducing. She found him sitting alone by the wall with a gloomy expression on his face. Without a word of introduction, she set down her tray across from him and took a seat.

The lonely boy stared at her with incredulous amazement. She noticed him looking around to see if this was a part of some elaborate prank waiting to snare him. When he saw no sign of trickery, he returned to staring at her, appearing even more confused.

“I’m Tiffany,” she announced.

He was too dumbfounded to reply.

“This is where you tell me your name.”

“B-Brent,” he said.

“Nice to meet you,” Tiffany replied and took a bite of her lunch.

“W-Why are you sitting here?” he asked.

She swallowed and replied, “Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” he said, blushing. “I was just… curious. Why me?”

She shrugged as she ate a little more. “I just thought you looked like someone I could talk to. You up for having an honest conversation?”

He nodded.

“Do you like how I look?”

He nodded, again.

“All of me?”

More nodding.

“Do you think my tits are too big?”

The terrified look on his face made her smile.

“You don’t need to worry,” Tiffany assured him. “I won’t be upset by your answer, either way.”

“They’re… great,” he said, diplomatically.

“You like ‘em?”

He nodded.

“Would you like them even more if they were bigger?”

Brent hesitated, apparently sensing another potential trap. When it became clear that he would need to respond somehow, he gave the subtlest nod and braced himself for her response.

Tiffany finished eating everything on her tray except for the chocolate pudding, which sat waiting there between them. “How about we make that happen?”

“W-What?” Brent replied.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” she said. “Feed me that pudding, and I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Feed you?”

She handed him a plastic spoon and opened the cup of pudding.

“Why?” he inquired.

“Milk helps you grow up big and strong,” she explained. “A little pudding should help me grow, and… well… I dunno. I guess I like the idea of a boy making me grow. Also, I want to take time to enjoy the experience. I’m worried that I’ll eat it all too fast if I do it myself.”

He seemed unsure of how to respond.

“Do you want to make me grow?”

Brent gave her the slightest nod possible.

Tiffany pushed the pudding closer to him.

He scooped a spoonful out of the cup and held it up close to her face.

She smiled at him and opened her mouth. His spoon passed between her lips and she shut her mouth on it. He slid it out and found it wiped clean of pudding.

Tiffany moaned in delight at the cool creamy chocolate on her tongue and swallowed it down, gladly.

The tingle she felt was lighter this time, maybe due to the chocolate not being as pure, but she sensed the magic working again. Her bra grew tight again as did her panties.

She opened her mouth and waited to be fed again, like a hungry hatchling.

Brent scooped up more pudding and put the spoon in her mouth, again.

The little moans and other pleasurable noises she made were getting even louder. She swallowed the pudding down and once more felt her body grow even sexier. It was a dizzying sensation, making her head swim in delight. She opened her mouth and waited for more pudding, looking lustfully at the lonely boy who was giving her a sexier body, one spoonful at a time.

He fed her more, and she loudly enjoyed it as she grew more, her underwear becoming painfully tight. That mixture of pleasure and pain was overwhelming her mind, forcing her body to operate on impulse alone.

“More,” she said and let her jaw hang open.

Brent looked around, noticing that the sounds Tiffany was making had drawn a lot of attention from other students. Still, he kept on feeding her.

“Oh, yes!” she cried, ecstatically, after swallowing more and growing ever larger. She reached behind her back and fumbled open the hooks of her bra, letting her swelling tits flop free beneath the elastic fabric of her tank top. Meanwhile, her ass had spread so round and wide that her underwear were now buried deep in her crotch and asscrack, seemingly attempting to split her in half.

Brent stared at her top at her obviously hardened nipples and fed her more pudding.

Tiffany’s tits grew so large and hung so heavily that they came to rest on the table in front of her. The incredible width of her giant ass covered enough space on the bench beneath her to fit two normal students.

“Oh, God!” she cried. “More!”

Brent scraped the bottom of the pudding cup but could not produce more than half a spoonful this last time.

Tiffany pulled the spoon from his hand and licked it clean. Then, she grabbed the cup and tried to lick out any residual trace of chocolaty goodness that remained. When it was clear that there was none left, she set down the cup, still feeling a craving for more pleasure.

Brent waited, a hopeful expression on his face.

Tiffany’s mind cleared enough to remember her promise and decided that she might enjoy his payment as much as he did. She grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him close as she leaned her weight on her melon-sized tits below. She held him there for a lengthy, passionate kiss. They could hear cheers and gasps from other students around them, but that did nothing to dissuade Tiffany from continuing to make out with the boy.

“Okay, you two,” said an authoritative woman standing beside them. “No more of that here.”

Tiffany ignored her, feeling too engrossed in pleasure to even think of stopping.

“All right,” the woman said. “Stand up, both of you. You’re going to the office, now.”

Brent broke free of the kiss, his fear punishment having overpowered his lust.

Tiffany sighed sadly, finding her lust still strong and unsatisfied. She surrendered and lifted her hefty ass from the bench as she stood up. Without the support of the table, Tiffany discovered that her tank top just barely covered her massive tits, letting the underside of her boobs hang out from the bottom, down near her belly. She felt ridiculously sexy and horny and wanted only to enjoy this body even more. Still, she followed the teacher who had been monitoring the lunch room to the office.

***

During the wait to speak to the principal, Tiffany gradually became aware of some changes that had been less obvious than her expanded breasts and butt. Her lips felt a bit more plump and sensitive, as did the ones below. Her thighs were now as thick as both of her legs had been just that morning. And, her hair seemed considerably longer as well, hanging down all the way to her massive butt, now. The sneakiest of the changes, though, had to be the invisible ones, the alterations to her mind.

Whenever she tried to focus on something other than her body and her overwhelming lust, her mind drifted in a fog, losing focus. For example, she tried to recall when her clothes had grown to fit her expanded body, but she could not remember. She knew it was a spell affecting her, but the reason why she had a spell on her was unclear. Something to do with a guy named Tom. Who was he? Someone she had known? Someone she had been? Her memory of anything unrelated to her desires felt hazy, all of it just irrelevant stuff that distracted her from her insatiable craving for sexual pleasure.

The principal called her in at last after having met with Brent to find out what had started the making-out exhibition in the cafeteria. When he asked her about what she was thinking and why she was behaving this way, her responses were all shrugs and amused smirks. She wondered if she could seduce him but retained enough self-control to stop herself from trying. In the end, she was let go with a detention to serve later that week and a stern warning to keep the displays of affection out of public view.

Tiffany stopped off in the bathroom on the way back to her last class, just to freshen up and get another look at her reflection. In the stall, she found that her enormous backside hung over the sides of the toilet seat. Wiping took a little bit of contortion to reach things down there now, but she managed. To satisfy her curiosity, she checked her new bra size, which left her wondering if she had ever seen a JJ-cup in a store before. With her clothes back in place, she left the stall. Then, after washing her hands, she stared into the mirror, into the eyes reflecting the stare back at her, the eyelids now naturally only half-open, giving her a permanent sultry expression. Ignoring the lips and eyes, the face, however, appeared as youthful as ever, the only part of her that seemed the correct age.

She smiled at herself, happy to be so hot and horny. It felt good to exist in this body, to be the sluttiest girl in the whole school. Some nearly silenced voice in her mind said it wanted out. She ignored what it said and headed to class.

***

That afternoon, Tiffany was making out with some high school student on the couch in her living room. His name was Keith or Kevin or Kyle, something that started with a “K.” What did it matter? He was cute, and he had a car he had been driving to pick up his younger brother, who they had ditched at the middle school. Tiffany had offered “K” a fun time in return for a ride home. He had held up his end of the bargain, so now she was paying him with her lips.

There was a knock at the door that they ignored at first. They were vaguely aware of the door swinging open, but they did not stop kissing and groping. Tiffany briefly wondered if they had even shut the door when they came in.

“Tom?” said a woman’s voice.

Tiffany looked up from the boy she was straddling to see a familiar woman standing in the living room. “Who?” Tiffany asked.

Celia stared at the pair of them in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Tiffany replied. “I’m having a good time.”

Celia addressed the boy beneath Tiffany. “Time to hit the road, kid,” she told him, pulling him by the arm. “I need to have a private conversation with her.”

Tiffany rolled off of “K” as Celia dragged him off the couch and shoved him out the door.

“Call me!” he cried just before she shut the door in his face and locked it.

Celia walked back over to Tiffany as she lay on the couch, playfully squeezing and releasing her breasts.

“So, Tiffany,” Celia asked, “just how much chocolate did you eat?”

“Oh, you know,” Tiffany said, turning to look at Celia. “I had a little bit of a candy bar by accident. Then, there was the pudding at lunch. That was fun. I didn’t check the cabinets here yet, but I might like some more for dessert later.”

Celia sighed. “I warned you,” she said. “Just look at yourself now.”

Tiffany smiled. “I’m pretty hot. Right? I love it.”

“You’re not even thinking straight anymore,” Celia said, deeply disappointed. “I never wanted to mess with your mind this badly. I even came up with a cure for your chocolate problem.” She pulled out a green piece of sugary candy from her bag. “This would have stabilized your changes.”

“Why would I want that?” Tiffany asked. “I want to keep growing forever and ever.”

Celia’s face became stern. “Eat this candy,” she demanded, holding it out to Tiffany.

Tiffany complied, feeling a strong impulse to do as Celia ordered. Tiffany sucked on the sweet until it had dissolved completely. The aching desire to eat more chocolate faded away, but her craving for other sensual pleasures remained.

“That should stop this from getting any worse,” Tiffany said. “However, after all of the changes you’ve been through today, I’m not sure how we’re going to be able to reverse everything. The mental changes alone are going to be very tricky. I’ll do what I can, but I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Then, don’t,” Tiffany said. “Leave me how I am. I’m happy like this. Please. I don’t wanna get turned back into that guy again. He was such a loser, so boring and wimpy. This life is so much better, so much more… fun.”

Celia stared at Tiffany, apparently wondering if there was any point in attempting to fix what she had broken here. “All right,” Celia said, conceding defeat. “I guess that’s it, then.“ She sighed. “I’m going to miss Tom, but I guess he’s gone now.” She walked to the door, and Tiffany followed her over to let her out.

“Thank you,” Tiffany said as Celia opened the door and stepped outside. “Thanks for what you gave me. Your candies are awesome.”

Celia smirked sadly and said, “Yeah, sure, it’s been a treat.” Then, she turned and walked away.

The End