Chapter 27: "Three Days to Liberation"
I awoke in my bed in the Asylum, and, as usual, I had no idea what time it was or even what day it was. Whenever I transitioned from one world to the other, the same question always entered my mind: do I ever really sleep? I always seemed to be awake somewhere. And yet I wasn't exhausted, so I must have been sleeping somewhere. Maybe the land of dreams was a third world that I never remembered after exiting.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was early morning. Time enough for a shower. I had slept in the nude on my back. When I flopped over on my side, I felt my breasts flop out in front of me. I was startled by this as I had never felt it before. I sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbed my eyes, and looked down to see my breasts dropping almost to my waist and then projecting straight out about eight inches. My nipples tilted upward and my breasts had a striking amount of volume on the undersides. I simply sat there and watched my breasts wobble back and forth with my slightest movement. They also blocked my view of my feet. I was completely disoriented by this change in my body, and wondered what other surprises would be coming in just the next few minutes. I felt around with my feet for my shower shoes that I kept beside my bed, and slipped my feet into them. I got up still bleary-eyed and shuffled into my bathroom for a shower. The stall itself seemed to have shrunk as I had noticeably less space around me in which to maneuver. I kept bumping the sides of my breasts and my nipples into the wall. I kept bumping my hips into the wall. I kept bumping my ass into the wall. As I washed myself, I realized that I had a sizable squishy rounding right below the belly button that was new. I sure couldn't see it. Boobs in the way. I poked my finger in and felt it sink at least an inch. I pinched the roll between my fingers and recalled that I had always had a fat little rounded tum right below the belly button before I arrived in the Asylum. I decided not to worry about it. I washed myself quickly, stepped out, and reached for my bra. Strapping it on was nearly impossible. I felt myself nearly falling out of it. My granny panties hit a wall when I pulled them up. I realized I would have to go back to my old habit of pulling my granny panties out as I pulled them up and then back in. These panties did not reach all the way to my waist. The waistband rested on top of the roll below my waist. I needed new undies. My dress was tight, too. I could barely pull down it over my bust. Getting it down past my hips was a struggle, too. After tying my waist sash in a bow in the back, I saw my tum poking out right below the sash in front. It was completely outlined. Looked a lot like a banana. I went in to my armoire to get the larger of my two pinafores and was startled to discover that I was already wearing the larger dress. Part of me was tickled to discover that. I went to breakfast and ate quickly.
I returned to my room after breakfast and Nurse Dot showed up with a second bowl of rice and beans as was customary. Perhaps I should have refused it, but I took it and ate it quickly, too. It did not occur to me to refuse it. Nurse Dot informed me that I was just three days from release and would have to have a final check by the Asylum medical office.
"Just as well," I said. "None of my clothes fit. My bra, panties, and dress are all too small."
Nurse Dot began to laugh.
"I'm not at all surprised considering the way you've been eating these last few weeks. And yes, I know that you're wearing the larger of your two pinafores. You were bursting out of the smaller one just two weeks ago. And now you're bursting out of the bigger one!"
"I've been stuffing myself these last few weeks?"
"Good Heavens, yes! You ate like you were starving!"
"I was starving. Remember?"
"Want a third bowl of rice and beans for breakfast?"
"Are you actually offering?"
"You've been eating three bowls for breakfast for weeks."
"Bring it."
Nurse Dot brought me a third bowl of rice and beans and I ate it, too. Not as quickly as the second one though.
"We in the medical office assumed it was something psychological from having been starved. We decided to do nothing. We thought it was a good idea to let you fill out a bit more. A bit extra."
"Me stuffing myself had nothing to do with psychology or with having been starved."
"Well, what was your reason for stuffing yourself?"
A memory from that other world suddenly stirred in my consciousness. Three glass bottles of "Bustline Enhancing Potion." Was there really any such thing in this world - other than stuffing yourself? I took a deep breath, threw back my shoulders, threw out my chest, and pointed at my breasts. "These."
Nurse Dot looked embarrassed and then laughed nervously.
"Two very good reasons."
I gathered up all the too-small clothes in my armoire, and Nurse Dot led me down to the medical office. Observing that no one else was around, Nurse Dot had me take off my dress to size me for new lingerie. She looked at my undersized bra in amazement.
"Dearie, that bra barely covers half of you! You're popping out of it in all directions. A wonder you got it on."
I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra letting it fall to the floor. My breasts dropped a bit and sprang forward. They were as springy as slinkies. Nurse Dot took my hand.
"Dearie, you need to see yourself in the mirror!"
I started at my face. My face had gone from narrow oval to oval to heart-shaped and was now almost round. It was the same face I had had before I had come to the Asylum. I had back my childhood cuteness and prettiness. My long hair did a perfect job of framing my plump-cheeked face. My collarbone had finally disappeared. "Good riddance!" I thought. I wanted my bones covered up. All of them. I stared at my breasts in incredulity. They were much fuller, much rounder, and projected much more than they had the last time the Asylum had prepped me for release. My breasts dropped almost to my elbows and then stuck straight out with the nipples tilted upwards. They seemed to hang closely together. I didn't realize at that time how lucky a close hang was. I turned slightly in the mirror and marveled at their projection. My breasts bobbed a bit when I turned. I asked Nurse Dot for a ruler and stuck it right under my breasts. Eight inches of projection. I was ecstatic. I had been flat-chested just three months ago. Now I had the kind of breasts that drove men crazy. I didn't care how much they were sure to get in the way.
"Do you like them, Dearie? I never thought you'd get this big!"
I grinned at Nurse Dot and jerked my shoulders left and right to make my breasts sway back and forth.
"They're perfect. I could hypnotize a man with these. I feel quite lucky."
"You might not feel so lucky when you look farther down."
I looked down and saw that my hips were soft, smooth, and continuous. No edges visible anywhere. My hipbones were completely hidden. My hips rounded sharply outwards and then dropped slowly inwards toward my thighs, which looked heavy and muscular. No wonder I had kept bumping my hips into the wall in the shower. My thighs just barely touched. They were big and solid with no softness anywhere. Right below the belly button my tum rounded outwards and stuck out. It was a single prominent roll which reached almost to my hips. I reached down to pinch the flesh and saw in the mirror about two inches between my fingers. I turned sideways and saw that my tum was a very full half-moon between my crotch and belly button. I poked it and watched it jiggle like a water-filled balloon in the mirror. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted, but my tum was so soft, so spongy, and so jiggly that I felt more curiosity than anything else and poked it again several times.
"A fat little tum is the usual price of nice-looking curves," said Nurse Dot. "Some men actually like bulging fat right below a woman's belly button. Don't be surprised if your husband starts grabbing your tum when you're naked to pull you toward him. My husband likes to do that to me."
"I'm okay with it. With my hips, I'd probably look a bit strange without a bulging tum."
Nurse Dot wanted to weigh me, and I watched the metal sliders balance at about 155 pounds. I shrugged my shoulders at her. I didn't care what the number was. I didn't care about all my "extra" flesh. I was too tickled to have such a buxom, voluptuous figure.
"I'm not sure whether to congratulate you or not. You've gained 70 pounds in three months. From 85 to 155. You have faint stretch marks on your breasts, hips, thighs, and butt. Your appearance has radically changed. You have bulges."
"Congratulate me. I jiggle in all the right places. I look like a woman. I have my pretty face back."
I poked my fingers into my hips and watched them sink. I turned away from the mirror, looked over my shoulder, poked my fingers into my bottom, and watched my fingers sink way in. I directly faced the mirror, looked up at my breasts, and slowly moved my shoulders back and forth to see my breasts slowly sway and bob back and forth. If I came down hard on my heels, my breasts and butt both bounced. My tum bounced a little, too. I couldn't help grinning at Nurse Dot.
"This beats the hell out of being skin and bones!" I said. "I'm not used to feeling my flesh jiggle when I move. The sensation is highly erotic."
Nurse Dot brought out some bras for me to try on and a corset. I objected to the corset, but Nurse Dot insisted I try it on.
"Dearie, with those huge things, a corset is almost a necessity. I don't think you'll be able to find a bra to contain that much flesh. Bras aren't exactly a common choice in Britain. A corset would also hold in that fat tum. That tum is really going to show in a dress without a corset."
"No corset. You can't do anything when you're strapped in to one of those things. Just breathing is a trial."
Nurse Dot brought out the largest bras in the stock room and I tried them all. The largest size fit well, and there were only two of them. I took both. I needed panties two sizes larger. I took four pair. Nurse Dot found a faded size 18 dress which fit me and took both of my pinafores to have them let out. There was extra material in both dresses which would make them easy to adjust.
"Remember that you once said you'd be okay with getting plump if it meant having breasts? Well, you've gotten plump. Weight is so easy to put on and nearly impossible to get off once you've got it. Take a look in the mirror. Without a corset, that tum will be poking out of your dresses for the rest of your life. Get used to it. Learn to laugh when somebody pokes you right in the bulge or pats it. You will need to learn to maneuver your body again or you will be constantly bumping your hips into things. Your bottom will fill your dresses in back and be the source of constant comments, both complimentary and not-so-complimentary. Your body will attract attention everywhere you go. You will never be able to walk in public unnoticed again. Without a corset to hold your breasts firm, their constant wobbling will provoke stares from both men and women."
"I wanted a body that attracts attention. I was tired of being invisible!"
Nurse Dot and I both walked back to my room with me clutching my new clothes. Mary Jo walked by and stopped, snickering a little at the sight of me in a dress she knew I had never worn before. She wore a mischievous grin and patted me on both hips with both hands, and then whispered in my ear.
"You're getting fat, Alice!"
Mary Jo turned around and backed her hips against me.
"I'm pretty sure I'm still wider, though!"
Mary Jo turned around and faced me with her pretty, porcelain doll face inches from mine. She was maybe two inches taller than me.
"You planning on expanding anymore? I sure hope so!"
"I think I'm leaving this place in three days."
"Oh, is that so. Well, I'll come by tonight to help you celebrate!"
Mary Jo winked at me and pressed her soft, voluptuous body up against me to give me a peck on the back of the neck and several pats on the behind. She pranced off down the hall.
"That sure was strange," I said to Nurse Dot.
"Not strange at all for Mary Jo," said Nurse Dot. "She's been in a very good mood since the Doctor fired the idiot twins. You do know that she's bisexual? Right?"
"Did she just make a pass at me?"
"What do you think?"
End of Chapter 27
This story is based on the characters created by American McGee. EA (Electronic Arts) owns the copyrights.