Sarah fought back tears as she looked in the mirror. She had gained almost 35 pounds in just the past couple of weeks. The doctors said it was a new disease and that she was lucky. Many of the women who had contracted this disease had gained even more weight than Sarah had. Her own mother had gained over 100 pounds in the same period. Her weight had ballooned so fast that she couldn't get replacement clothing fast enough. For over a week she had to walk around in the nude. Once their weight had stabilized, her mother even had to go to the store in the nude to find clothing. Walking beside her naked, overwheight mother was mortifying; doubly so in the overly tight she had to wear, which revealed every humiliating bulge in her new physique.
Even then, she seemed to be cursed. The clothing seemed to be designed to be too short, to tight and too skimpy. There seemed to be nothing but mini-skirts that showed off her chunky thighs and tank tops that didn't quite cover her bulging stomach. It was the same for her mother. Other women were there, having the same awful luck. And the disease only seemed to strike women; men seemed to be immune. It just wasn't fair. The doctors had even said it was incurable, including a female doctor who had gained almost 50 pounds and who's uniform only seemed to accentuate her bulges.
And her breasts fucking hurt. She had gallons of milk in each of them. She didn't know how to relieve herself. The doctors had said that she would have to let people drink her milk on a regular basis to get rid of the excess milk. And there was no way she was doing that.
