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It was 2am, and Denise knew that she should be asleep. Her lecturer had set a class test for the next morning, and although Denise agreed that a good night’s sleep would help her do well in it, she could not sleep. Not now.

Denise’s hand dove back into the bag of chocolate snacks that had been keeping her going for some hours now. Carefully, not wanting to wake her room-mate Sky who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the small dorm, Denise popped the chocolate into her mouth, chewing greedily but quietly on it. She turned her attention back to the laptop screen which illuminated her corner of the room.

Yes, in one window Denise was looking through a website of useful questions for the next morning. She didn’t want to fail after all. But in the other window, eBay was open, showing a single large image of a rectangular block wrapped in some sort of sandpaper. Denise trembled as she upped her bid on it once more. She persuaded herself that this would be worth £65.

The item she was buying, any observer would call it a waste of money. But Denise had faith. She read the description of it again, noting the bits that caught her eye the most. ‘World’s oldest chocolate... pristine condition... Merlin’s treat... grants the eater three wishes...’ A chocolate bar created by Merlin in the middle ages, which had lasted all these years and was still edible, and would give Denise everything she wanted. Her three wishes, the same three that she had wanted since the day she could first think. Maybe she could share, of course. She knew a couple of people who could do with a wish, Denise wasn’t greedy. Well not in the materialistic sense anyway.

Denise knew the probability of it being a trick, to entice some gullible fool into buying a worthless paperweight. But she was so tempted... tempted by her own greed and desire. What sane person wouldn’t be willing to pay over the odds for the chance to make their wishes come true?

It would be over soon, anyway. Denise didn’t use eBay often, but she could tell the person she was betting against was not as keen on the artefact as she was. The countdown clock was under 10 minutes, and she still held the top bid.

Denise fished around in the bag for another chocolate, but they were all gone. It hit her then that she had eaten the whole bag, quite an achievement for a girl of just 17. With that knowledge, the extent of her fullness suddenly made itself known, Denise feeling stomach cramps and tautness in her belly that had not been there before. She stood up and peeled off her tight shirt, before stretching herself to her full height and turning to face the full length mirror.

As always, Denise liked what she saw. 180 pounds of curves stuffed into bra and panties, her huge boobs shaking up and down in her D cup bra like waves on the ocean, her potbelly sticking out and her wide hips supporting a huge rump that reached shelf-like proportions as it jutted out from the base of her spine. She ran a hand down it and posed in the mirror. Sky didn’t quite get Denise’s love of her fat body, and her friend Lizzie certainly didn’t, but it didn’t bother her. As long as they didn’t try to make her go to a gym or, heaven forbid, cut down on the chocolate, she was fine.

Denise returned to her computer. The time was ticking down. Only two minutes to go and it would be hers. Still no-one had topped her bid. Surely now, it would be hers. Sure, she could be pessimistic and say it probably wouldn’t work anyway, and would just be a waste of money, but Denise always left the pessimism to Sky, she had enough for the both of them.

Denise yawned a long yawn, and felt her eyes begin to droop. No, she had to stay awake for this, she could resist her tiredness, it was only... 2:20 am!? God it was late, but still... she could stay awake... she could...

Despite hitting her head quite hard on the desk, it did not prevent Denise from falling into a deep sleep.

***

Lizzie Osiris looked at her plate of food and sighed a long, exaggerated sigh. She leant her elbow on the table and put her head into her hand. Brushing the fringe of her long blonde hair out off her face, she poked the celery in the same manner that she would treat food that had come out of a garbage can.

Lizzie had put herself on a crash-course diet a fortnight ago in a bid to lose weight, she had been very hard on herself when it came to snacking. But when it came to mealtime, and she knew that all she could have was a plate of salad, she lost self-control, finding the corner shop just too alluring. They had had a half price sale on pizza for the last week, which Lizzie found to be rather cruel of them. How could a girl get rid of their fat ass under those conditions?

But not tonight, she thought. Tonight, I will eat this plate of celery and lettuce and buttered bread and then I’ll go do some work, go out for a drink later, and not think about food at all.

The argument barely had time to enter Lizzie’s mind before she rebutted it. God, she had not eaten a single chocolate bar all day, and she had had a small lunch. She couldn’t go the whole day on such few calories; she deserved some compensation for that.

Lizzie stood up, took the plate to the trash can, and scraped the healthy food into it, sneering at it as it joined its counterparts from the last few day’s dinners. Picking up her wallet, Lizzie danced to her wardrobe, beaming with the thought of pizza, and maybe some cake afterwards. She loved cake.

Pulling off her spandex shorts which she had worn to the gym earlier, Lizzie took a pair of jeans at random from her wardrobe and started putting them on. It was at this point that Lizzie’s attention was drawn to the reason for her dieting. At first she simply tugged at the denim, trying to force it over her bum, but then she admitted defeat and collapsed onto her bed, jeans still around her ankles, and felt tears begin to well up in her eyes.

A year ago, maybe less, she had been perfectly petite. She had a great boyfriend, a vibrant social group, and she enjoyed life. But over the last year things had changed. Since she had left home to live on campus at university, she had begun to realise that she had enough disposable income to go out drinking every night and buy lots of cheap tasty snacks for her to eat non-stop during the day. It was only recently, when her relationship ended and she found herself alone, that it had hit her.

No, she hadn’t grown fat. She was bigger, average rather than thin, but not fat. At least, not fat all over. Her belly was a bit flabby, but nothing huge, and not much fat could be found on her arms or her face. The real source of her anger was her swelling butt.

The reason that her constant snacking and sedentary lifestyle had not affected most of her body was because it was far too busy affecting her booty, which had swollen in such a manner that she looked completely out of proportion, like the ass of a wide, fat woman had been pasted crudely onto the body of an average-sized girl. She had had to move up a dress size, then another, then another...

Despite the exercise, despite the dieting, Lizzie had only slowed the growth of her butt, maybe stopped it, but all her efforts could not reverse it. It was still an unmissable feature on her frame, it still wobbled as she walked, and it still gave her great difficulty when it came to clothes, hell, it even gave her difficulty with narrow chairs! Lizzie moaned to herself as the memory rushed back.

It was a few weeks ago, perhaps when her butt was at its hugest. She had had to get the bus home, it had started to rain, but really it was just an excuse to avoid doing some walking. Finding it full, she crammed herself into the only seat available, a child’s seat. Her wide flabby thighs had to be squished mercilessly against the sides of the seat, but Lizzie didn’t want to stand.

As ever, she had bought herself a snack for the journey home, and during the 20 minute trip, she had gorged herself on her favourite food of all, cake. She had bought herself a five considerable chocolate slices at the bakery in town, and she enjoyed them all immensely. However, when it came to her stop, she had found it impossible to leave her seat. Her ‘snack’ had caused enough growth in her buttocks and thighs for them to become wedged into the seat.

Lizzie blushed, cutting short the internal video, not wanting to think about the embarrassment, the stares, the jibes from the other passengers. It had been one of the most excruciating experiences of her life. Since then, she had vowed to drop the weight from her globular butt. And she had tried, tried so hard. Maybe she had lost half an inch or so from her hips since then. But it was barely noticeable. When Lizzie looked in the mirror, she still saw two huge ugly mounds of flesh, entirely ignoring her cute face and otherwise nicely-sized body.

That was decided then. There was no way she could go out and stuff her face with pizza now. She was too tired and depressed to even comfort-eat. She wanted so much to just wish away the fat. Just want it gone, and then it would be gone. She would have a nice toned body, all over, and guys would be falling over each other for her all over again. Laying face down on her bed, her butt sticking a few inches higher in the air than the rest of her body, Lizzie cried silently, praying for sleep to come.

***

There was no excuse for Denise’s lateness now, Sky thought. 15 minutes, yeah that’s fine, 30 minutes, pushing it a bit. 45 minutes? That’s too much.

Sky refused to leave the cafe. When Denise turned up (and she probably would, eventually), Sky had worked out perfectly what to say to her. She had a whole diatribe scripted in her head, with pauses and inflections. She had tested it to herself for maximum impact. She would rip into that bubble-headed porker as soon as she got here.

Sky was too tired for this. She had had to do an extra hour’s exercise that morning to make up for missing out the day before. It was beginning to bore her, but she was scared of stopping. She ate too much, and she ate too often to be able to stop working out. In her mind, she didn’t have too much going for her, average grades, average looks, dull life. Bland, boring Sky. She was proud of her body, though, proud that despite her appetite, which could be overwhelming at times, she kept in shape. That was one thing she did have. Surely someday soon she’d find a guy. Surely...

This wasn’t true of course. Sky was a beautiful 18 year old girl, she just didn’t really know how to show herself off like other girls did. She wasn’t an extrovert, to put it mildly. But she was very intelligent, and talented, and could best nearly any girl her age in the city at a cross-country run. Sky’s problem was that she didn’t spend too much time thinking about the positives.

Bad luck with guys over the years had stripped Sky of her self-confidence, and she had spiralled into a depression and self-loathing that she only really came out of during mealtimes. She had a carnivorous nature, often consuming steaks large enough to trouble a full grown man. In the back of her mind, it was all about control. She could not control her peers, her family or her luck with guys; she could barely control her own body and mind. But put her near an animal, and yeah, she could control the hell outta one of THEM. It was the only time the insular Sky became predator, ravenously devouring her prey.

At that moment, Denise decided to make her appearance, dressed in her characteristic short jeans and cleavage-enhancing tank top. Not that the busty girl needed any enhancing, but just so her admirers got the right impression, Denise made sure to place her massive milkbags in full view. It was some time ago that Sky had nicknamed her ‘Dee’ after her huge chest, and Sky had quickly realised that this was a gross underestimate.

Much to Sky’s discomfort, Denise had brought along with her a girl Sky had never seen before. The girl was quite tall, with long blonde hair and a very pretty face. She was also very curvy at the hips, although fairly flat-chested. Sky felt herself shrink inwards a little at this added threat.

“OK Sky, before you even start, I was getting Lizzie here. So that’s why we’re late. Lizzie, this is Sky, Sky, I told you all about Lizzie haven’t I?”

Sky nodded, Lizzie was in the same class as Denise and it sounded like there got on fairly well together. All thoughts of launching into a tirade about Denise’s lateness were swiftly removed from Sky’s mind. She gave a quiet “hi Lizzie” for the sake of politeness.

“Erm, Sky, i wanted to ask you... cos I’m not too sure. Is Denise always like this? And do her things... do they work?”

Sky was unsure how to answer for a second. “To be honest Lizzie, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Dee just told me to meet her here. I don’t know...” Sky trailed off as she realised what Lizzie could have meant.

“Dee, did you buy another piece of scrap off of eBay?”

Denise pouted at this suggestion. “Just give it a damn chance will you Sky. You can’t say for certain we aint gonna get wishes.”

“Wishes? Is that what it is this time, wishes? What did you get, a magic lamp or what?”

Denise, for once, became a little withdrawn, mumbling, “magical chocolate bar,” trying to disguise the silliness of the idea. “But its Merlin’s chocolate bar! He put a spell on it.” She believed in it, strongly. And maybe it would fail to deliver, but God, what if it didn’t...

“Denise told me that she had got a chocolate bar, with three pieces, and each piece granted the eater a wish” Lizzie muttered. “I really, well... I could really do with this working. My life hasn’t gone well recently. If this were true... well I agree that it sounds such a stupid idea. But we should give it a chance.”

Sky agreed, wanting to get it over with. “So, what do we do Dee? How do we get our wishes?”

Denise sat down at the table, pulling something out of her pocket that appeared to be wrapped in some sort of coarse paper. Lizzie sat down too, Sky noticing for the first time that Lizzie wasn’t just curvy, she was huge! How did a girl that skinny and well-built manage to get such a massive bum? It generously filled the seat, much the same as Denise’s did. But Lizzie was at least 40 pounds lighter than Denise, probably more. Sky pulled her gaze away, not wanting to embarrass the girl further.

“OK then,” Denise started, unwrapping the paper to reveal three thick chunks of light brown chocolate. “What we do is take one piece each, place it on our tongue, and say our wish aloud. Then we swallow the piece whole. Then, I assume it will come true, maybe straight away. Maybe later.”

“Fine, fine I’ll do this,” said Sky, feeling slightly agitated by the whole situation. “You go first though Dee, to test its OK.”

“No way. We all want our wish right? I sure know Lizzie does and don’t tell me you don’t have something you want Sky. Or someONE?” Denise retorted. Sky didn’t bother with a reply.

The three girls sat there, at the cafe table, eyeing their chunk of chocolate. “Alright then, let’s take the plunge girls,” Denise said.

They each picked up the piece of chocolate. Simultaneously, they placed the chocolate in their open mouths, eyeing each other as they did so. Together, they spoke aloud, not to loudly, but enough so they could hear each other.

“I wish I had a never-ending bag of chocolate,” said Denise.

“I wish I had a perfect body,” said Lizzie.

“I wish everyone would notice me,” said Sky, without even realising she was saying it.

Together, they swallowed the chocolate. Each of them enjoyed it thoroughly, it was damn good chocolate, magic or not! Denise secretly regretted not eating it slower, to savour the good taste. But she was also desperate to find out what would happen.

“OK then, how can we tell if it worked?” Lizzie asked. “I mean, my body doesn’t feel or look any different.”

“It didn’t work,” Sky sighed. “It never does. There is no magic.”

Sky and Lizzie watched Denise deflate somewhat, resigned to the fact that an unlimited supply of free chocolate was not hers. “Ok then guys, I’ll go get us some drinks.” Denise stood up and walked off to the counter, her butt shaking in her jeans as she went.

“Well, that was a disappointment,” Lizzie said.

“You get used to them around Dee,” Sky replied, “she’s so damn optimistic about everything. I can’t believe she could live such a blinkered life.”

Denise came back holding one can of Coke and two Diet Cokes. “Well, I’m not gonna let this stop me y’know. As for you two, stop thinking that weight loss is the answer to all your problems. Look at me, I’m fat as a pig; see me get down about these things? Course I don’t!”

She sat down and opened her drink, chugging it down quickly. “Man do i wish i had that bag of chocolate, seriously...” Denise felt herself getting quite emotional for a second. A very odd, hot sensation took a hold of her. She wanted so much to just eat chocolate all the time, until she was big as a house. A permanent fix of joy for all eternity.

“Denise!” shouted Sky suddenly.

Denise jumped out of her daze, shocked to hear her roommate call her by her full name. “What, what...” she began, before stopping and seeing that the two girls were looking at her hand. Denise looked there too and saw to her surprise that the can had gone. Instead on the table was a small silver puddle, with dregs of Coke swimming around in it. The three girls quickly set about cleaning it up, before a waitress noticed.

“What... what did I just do?” she stuttered.

“Denise, your hand just went all funny, it glowed and then... the can melted. It just heated up and... melted,” Lizzie replied, still staring intently at Denise’s hand.

Denise brought her hand up in front of her face. “That’s crazy. It worked!”

She started laughing loudly and slightly manically, causing Lizzie and Sky to exchange quizzical looks.

“OK then,” Sky said, “let’s see you do it again.”

Denise looked at her hand again. She concentrated hard on an emotion, a strong emotion. The same one she had felt a few moments ago. At first it was barely noticeable, but as Denise concentrated on the sensation of warmth, her hand begun to shine a bright orange, like the radioactive glow in an old cartoon. She turned her hand slowly over, inspecting it. She was right!

“There we go, it did work, just as I promised you! I got my wish!”

“Dee, god Dee what are you talking about? You wanted chocolate, not some... some glowing hand” Sky said, trying to conceal her astonishment at the whole scenario.

“Well yeah, I know that. You didn’t think we’d get our wishes directly did you? You know how it is in stories, the genie grants three wishes, but the person doesn’t get exactly what they intended. I haven’t got my bag of never-ending chocolate, but I’ve been given the means to get what I want.”

With a huge grin across her chubby face, Denise stood up and walked out of the main area of the cafe, towards the toilets. Wondering what she was up to, Lizzie and Sky followed her.

Denise led them out of the cafe and around the back. “For weeks there’s been a vending machine round the back here full of chocolate, but its broken and shut down, no-one can get their precious chocolate. Make sure nobody’s watching, please.”

Sky and Lizzie looked around, but they were the only three there. They watched bemused as Denise slowly raised her hand to the plastic covering of the vending machine, and then placed it on the shell, firmly. Denise’s eyes screwed up, her brow furrowed, and then, suddenly, her hand began to glow again. The plastic began to melt from the heat of her hand, melting slowly into a pool on the ground.

“Dee what are you doing! You’re stealing like a thief now?” Sky cried alarmed at her friend’s vandalism.

“Oh Sky, don’t be so silly. I’m sure I’ll pay them back for it. Someday I will.” Denise knew that this wasn’t much of a reply, but she was too caught up in the rush. A whole vending machine of free chocolate, right there in front of her, waiting to empty its contents.

Moving at speeds that Sky had never before seen the portly girl move at, Denise grabbed handfuls of chocolate bars out of the machine and began stuffing them in her bag. Like a crazed woman Denise emptied the machine completely, shoving an excess of a hundred chocolate bars into her bag. Her bag was overflowing, unable to take it all. In the end Denise had had to stuff her pockets, as well as Lizzie and Sky’s bags, in order to empty the machine fully.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this” Sky mumbled, but she was not going to try and stop Denise. The girl had clearly gone mad, but her gluttony had taken her over. Sky would make sure something was done about it later. But not now.

As for Lizzie, she was too preoccupied with Denise’s hands. She went along with it just to see what the girl with the magic melting ability would do next.

Denise rushed off, her flabby body jiggling in anticipation at the big meal ahead. Lizzie and Sky found themselves compelled to follow, Sky in an attempt to calm down her over-excited friend, Lizzie because she had had a thought as to how this situation could work to her advantage.

The three girls left the cafe, and Denise took them to a secluded picnic area, where she plopped her body down on the damp grass. She emptied her bag onto an abandoned rug, and begun to work her way systematically through the treats, with obvious glee. She laid down on her back and let her hands and mouth do all the work, taking huge bites from one chocolate bar while simultaneously managing to pick up and unwrap the next. She was like a perfect production line, feeding her gluttonous belly.

“So, what do we do while she’s like this?” asked Lizzie, who was on the whole unaccustomed to Denise’s excessive snacks.

“Well, we wait for her to finish them all I guess. It’s what I usually do, leave her to pig out.”

Lizzie gasped quietly to herself. “You don’t seriously mean she’s going to eat ALL this chocolate, do you? There’s like a hundred bars here!”

Sky shrugged, “no, she won’t get through the whole lot, at least I don’t think she will. But we’re going to be here a while. Don’t be so shocked, Dee can out-eat anybody when she’s got chocolate in front of her. She’s insatiable when it comes to dairy. Could you not tell by her huge hooters?” Sky said, waving a hand at Denise’s boobs, which were spilling out somewhat over the tight tank top and inadequate bra.

“No way,” Lizzie said to herself, “I’m not waiting that long...” She turned to Sky. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not letting her get all the benefit from this. I had a wish too you know, to get my life back. And if she can help me, I aint standing around all day waiting for her.

Lizzie walked over to Denise purposefully and grabbed her hand, preventing her from taking another bite. Denise, who had been oblivious to Lizzie beforehand, wailed a little, trying to fight for her food, but Lizzie showed a surprising amount of strength to pull the pudgy girl up to her feet and swipe the chocolate from her hands.

“Listen to me Denise,” Lizzie said, feeling her anger rise, “stop feeding your fat face for one second and listen to me. I need those hands of yours.”

Denise looked taken aback by the outburst, and gave Lizzie her full concentration. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, stunned.

“You can melt things, right? You put your hands on something and make it just melt away.” Lizzie held up Denise’s hands to her face, and she nodded in agreement. Lizzie turned around, and bent over slightly, placing Denise’s hands on her round butt. “Melt this fat ugly mess off of my body or I swear I will take those hands and melt your face right off.”

Denise felt Lizzie’s round bum, surprised and how huge it was. Of course, it had appeared big when Denise had looked at it, but now she had her pudgy hands on Lizzie’s soft bum cheeks, they seemed even more massive, and they were so nice to the touch. They felt mouldable, like soft clay.

“Hey pig,” Lizzie snapped, “less fondling more melting.”

Denise did as she was told, although the emotion that had built in her from being shouted at meant that her hands had already started to build up by themselves. Although Denise did feel she had more control over it than the last two times it had happened.

After a few seconds of waiting, Lizzie suddenly let out a yelp. “Ow! Oh God, oh my freakin’ god,” she wailed suddenly. “Get off me get off me.”

Denise took a step back and looked at the effect she had had. In tears, Lizzie stroked her bottom in an attempt to soothe the pain that Mel’s burning hands had caused. She had created a hole in Lizzie’s tight leggings, to reveal that she was wearing no underwear. The flesh that could be seen was burnt raw red, and Lizzie was almost crying from the pain. However, her huge butt had not decreased in size at all. Denise had failed to burn the fat off.

“Oh what’s the use,” Lizzie began, choking on her own words. “I’m sorry I shouted Denise, but I had a hope, a ray of hope.” She sniffed and wiped tears away. “I know it sounds melodramatic, but after I put on weight I lost my boyfriend, my friends, my parents treat me like shit, I lost everything but this huge booty. I just wanted a quick fix.”

“Don’t apologise Lizzie. We know how much you wanted this. It was your wish after all. But maybe, maybe you should just keep at what you’re doing, working out and eating less and that. It’ll take time, but be patient. It’ll happen.”

“It won’t Denise. I’ve been trying so hard for so long and all i see when I wake up is a fat cow who can’t even fit into a pair of jeans. I just, have this image in my head, it’s so strong, this image of me, if only I could lose some of this fat.” Lizzie saw it in her head, at that moment, a sparkling image of what she wanted to look like.

For a moment, Denise looked at Lizzie and saw something different. It was still Lizzie, but she was taller, her hair was longer and tied back, and her ass had shrunk so it was flat and toned. “Sky,” she said softly, “are you seeing this?”

Sky looked up, no longer leaving the two to sort it out between themselves. She too saw what Denise had seen. “Lizzie,” she said, “Lizzie you’re changing.”

Lizzie looked quizzically at the two girls. “What do you mean?” She looked at herself. Nothing had changed, the body she knew was still there.

“Lizzie,” Denise said excitedly, “what did you just do?”

“Well, I imagined how i wanted to look. Wait, did I change.” Suddenly Lizzie was overcome with anticipation. “Can I change how I look?”

Before Denise could reply, Lizzie screwed up her eyes and concentrated all her might on her ass. She thought about how flat and toned and beautiful it could be. Denise and Sky gasped as before their eyes Lizzie’s butt began to shrink, leaving her leggings looking baggy as her ass for once failed to fill them.

Lizzie looked at herself, and nearly burst into tears. “It didn’t work. God I can’t believe what I was thinking. Oh it was so stupid of me.”

“What are you talking about?” said Denise, dumbstruck. “Look at yourself, you got what you wanted. Like at that nice tight ass.”

“Don’t mess me about, I know what I see...” she replied. But from the stares she was receiving from them, she knew that something had happens. You couldn’t fake that. Lizzie ran across the empty field and into the park. She felt her huge butt struggle as it bounced and jiggled, but Lizzie realised that she was the only one who could see it. She ran to the duck pond and looked in it, her reflection looking back.

Lizzie thought about something else now, something that had been in the back of her mind for a while. She concentrated hard on the image, and viewed the reflection of her head and torso in the water. She looked longingly at her chest. Slowly, as she put all her brain power into the process, her flat chest began to grow a little, then more and more. She willed her breasts on further, seeing them grow in the water, despite never changing on her. She pulled her shirt down a little and she could see her breasts begin to show a line of cleavage. Her, with cleavage! It was incredible.

Lizzie stood up and turned around, thrusting her chest out. Every guy in the vicinity now saw a beautiful blond teenager with a tight body and huge boobs that were exploding out of her tiny shirt. Spotting a group of leering man nearby, Lizzie decided to play them a little, knowing that even though she saw a flat chest and a fat ass, they were seeing the body of a supermodel.

In the distance, Denise and Sky watched the newly buxom figure of Lizzie as she began chatting to the overjoyed lads. “So you and Lizzie got your wishes then,” Sky said. “And where does that leave me? Why am I always the one left out?”

Denise placed an arm around her friend, comforting her whilst chomping eagerly on a chocolate bar with her other hand. “You just be patient, girl” she said, “your power will come.”