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Molly gave the appearance of a youth, boasting not much more than one decade and a half of experience. Her shoulder length hair was an Irish red, a golden orange halo enveloping her pale, finely freckled, moon-shaped face. She had full, rose-colored cheeks, and pure blue eyes that seemed almost luminescent. All the features of Molly’s plump, feminine body were peculiarly petite, giving her a unique, childlike beauty. She had an aura of innocence about her, which spoke of naïve mannerisms, alluding to an ephemeral essence of glory usually found only in fables or fairy tales.

The room surrounding Molly was ascetic in the extreme, with bare walls, bare floor, and bare ceiling. She lay on a cold hard stainless-steel cot in the center of the room, and was dressed in horrendously oversized clothing of varying shades of blue, which sharply contrasted with her fiery orange hair. The only significant objects in the room were a pump in the corner connected to a semitransparent leathery bag twice Molly’s size, filled by a gelatinous fluid of pinkish-hue. A tube proceeding from Molly’s diminutive mouth was attached to the pump. It was by all means a very simple arrangement, but the reasons for it were obscured. Every so often, Molly would produce pitiful, heart-wrenching whimpers that resounded about the room, heralding the advance of that which she dreaded; that which would soon come to pass: the unknown. All she could remember was that in an instant, she had been snatched from peaceful slumber to confront some terrible, forgotten primordial fear.

Her eyes darted about anxiously. The atmosphere of this place mortified her. Molly recalled having been deathly afraid of becoming fat. She regretted her failure to be truly thankful for her thin, elegant frame. Suddenly, the cadent puttering of the pump echoed against the walls, and she gazed in horror as the gelatinous contents of the bag emptied themselves into her. Her stomach began to bulge, and the gargantuan shirt she wore became unbearably tight. Soon, Molly’s chest was engulfed by her ballooning belly, which now pressed up against her chin. The pump stopped. Her torso, roughly shaped like a hemisphere, was perfectly smooth, for it was too full to have protrusions or indentions of any kind. The rest of Molly’s body, dwarfed by her colossal abdomen, remained petite. She began to cry, her monstrous belly gently jiggling with her wet, puttering sobs. Molly felt helpless.

The skin encompassing her midsection throbbed with intense pain resulting from the sudden and profound inflation. Molly struggled to scale her mountainous torso with delicately small arms, resting them on her bloated stomach as pregnant women sometimes do. She moaned and wailed, rubbing her sore abdomen with dainty hands as she jerked her head from one side to the other. Molly was utterly humiliated, and imagined she looked quite ridiculous. It was as if an enormous pillow, radiating with warmth, had been shoved underneath her skin, and she wanted so desperately to pull it back out again. She felt like an over-inflated balloon, like a grotesquely plumped sausage. She sympathized with a certain variety of African ants she had once seen, who designated certain members of the colony to store nectar in their stomach until they swelled to the size of juicy, ripe grapes.

Slowly, Molly felt the fluid within her begin to coalesce and solidify. She desperately tried to roll back and forth in the hope that motion might stop the terrifying process, but found she found movement of any sort to be practically impossible under the tremendous bulk of her belly. She soon succumbed to exhaustion, and lay there on the cot, struggling for breath. Fortunately, the tube had retracted, and she could open her mouth to a certain degree. However, her corpulent abdomen pressed against her jaw, impeding its movement. In a moment of horror, Molly realized that the substance within her was fat, which had melded with her insides, effectively becoming a permanent addition to her body.

Molly could feel the warmth of her enlarged stomach against her arms. Eventually, she began to accept the fatty material plumping her. Molly’s huge belly no longer felt like a prison cell, but instead, it felt like a cushioned room of sorts. She embraced herself, and realized she had ultimate satisfaction. For the first time in her relatively brief life, she felt truly happy.

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