Sweettooth Chocolates
By Mark


	Ed was feeling very pleased with himself as he drove home.  Not only
had he saved the 'Uncle Sweettooth Chocolate Factory' over $ 4000 with
his wise ingredient purchasing, but he was taking home a tidy bonus for
his efforts.  The biggest change he had made since he assumed the
position of ordering and receiving ingredients for the prestigious
chocolate factory was with the cocoa beans.  He had switched from their
usual supplier to a little known grower in Brazil whose crops grew near
the Amazon River.  Ed was able to get the beans at a fraction of the
usual price, and they seemed every bit as good as the normal beans.
	He reached over to the passenger seat of his car and patted the large
box of the new chocolates.  One of the perks of his position was getting
these babies for nothing.  This box was going to Debbie for her birthday
tonight.  He had gotten this five pound box special for her, with a full
pound of almonds coated in dark chocolate, her favorite.  He definitely
was not going to forget her birthday, especially after the way she
carried on after he forgot their 1 year anniversary last week (although
he didn't see what was so special about dating for a year - it wasn't as
it they were married).  
	Debbie was a sweet girl, an aspiring actress, and had a cute little
body.  She had definitely gotten her mother's good looks and fiery
Guatemalan blood.  Although her Hispanic features were not strongly
pronounced, they accented nicely short dark hair and alluring eyes.  Her
body, while rather small at 5'2", was nonetheless equally seductive.  It
certainly had to be since in-between acting roles Debbie did some
occasional modeling.  Nothing big time, mind you.  Her height prevented
that.  But enough to get her into several local San Francisco fashion
catalogues.
	Ed was still dwelling on Debbie's figure when he pulled into his
driveway, bit swiftly shifted to his own physique.  He had certainly let
his body go in comparison to Debbie's.  Sure, he was 5 years over her
youthful 24, but that was hardly an excuse.  He wasn't really fat, just
a little chubby here and there.  Although Debbie didn't seem to mind,
she was always trying to get him to exercise with her.  Ha!  As if he
would go take one of those crazy, bouncing aerobics classes of hers.  Ed
chuckled at the thought as he walked through his front door to get ready
for their date, the box of chocolates made from those unusual beans
tucked under his arm.

	Later that night Ed was knocking on Debbie's apartment door.  She
opened the door with an energetic grin, which quickly dissolved as he
held out the box of chocolates.

	"Happy birthday, sweetheart!", Ed said, handing her the box.

	"Oh, Eddy...are these what I think they are?", she muttered, the grin
now just a vague shadow on her face.  "Didn't you remember that I
started my diet?"

	"But hon', you look great."

	"Maybe, but I need to look fantastic if I want to get the part of
Cleopatra in the Shakespeare play the University is producing.  The
costume is very revealing, with an elaborate midriff.  I have to have my
stomach defined if I even want a chance.  I told you this two weeks
ago!"

	Ed knew he was in trouble now.  She had been getting more worked up as
she spoke, and he could tell from the look on her face that she was
thinking back to their forgotten anniversary again.  And here he had
completely forgotten about her diet as well.  Ed tried to apologize, but
Debbie was not going to hear it.  The evening ended before it had begun,
with a door slammed in Ed's face.
	He was annoyed, but Ed knew that Debbie often got short tempered when
she dieted.  It came along with that spicy Latino blood, he guessed.  He
would let her calm down, and give her a call tomorrow.  Most likely he
would be taking her to a birthday lunch by the afternoon.  But for
tonight, he would have to settle for having a 'birthday' dinner for one
at their favorite Italian restaurant.

	Up in her apartment, Debbie was still fuming.  She had changed out of
her dinner dress and into a comfortable pair of sweats.  "I'll have to
start writing things on his hand to make him remember them!", he
thought.  She saw the box of chocolates on the floor of her apartment
where Ed had dropped them, and gave it a good kick.  
	The result was predictable.  Chocolates went flying all over the living
room.  This seemed to calm Debbie a little bit and, with a sigh, she
began to gather up the chocolates back into the box.  
	As she picked up the last few, she held one up in front of her face,
and talked to it as if it were Ed.

	"So, Eddy, you want me to be big and disgusting!  Well here you go!" 
And with that, she popped the chocolate into her mouth and licked her
fingers callously.  "It's my birthday, after all", she thought, "I'll
just do a little extra aerobics tomorrow."

	Debbie threw the rest of the chocolates into the box, and tossed it in
the coffee table.  She went to the kitchen and started to get out some
things for a salad.  As she was debating between using  a red or green
bell pepper in her salad, she heard a low rumble come from her stomach. 
"My stomach doesn't usually growl..."she thought, but her thoughts were
quickly on something else.  
	Debbie could feel the arms of her sweats starting to feel tight.  She
began to think she washed them wrong, except now the shoulders were
feeling narrow as well.  She heard a rip, and looked down to see a tear
in the side of her pant leg.  "Wait a minute!", she thought, "there's no
way my leg should fill these out so much."  The bottom of the pant leg
was too high on her leg too...and seemed to be creeping higher!?!
	That's when Debbie caught sight of her bare foot on the floor.  She let
out a quiet scream.  There was just no way her foot should be covering
more than one tile, but there was her foot almost onto a third tile! 
Debbie took a step backwards, and bumped her leg on something.  It was
the kitchen counter!  She glanced at the counter, and then looked at
herself.  She was growing taller!  
	A tear forming along her sweatshirt's shoulder told her she was growing
in other ways, as well.  She put her hand to her chest, which normally
sported two small, firm breasts.  Her breasts seemed about the same, but
now they were sitting atop thick slabs of chest muscle.  As she felt her
chest she saw a large bicep shred through her sleeve.  She had never had
big muscles before!  She flexed her arm, like she had seen some of the
guys in the gym do.  This caused the sweatshirt to tear more.  
	She felt her fine bicep.  It was so firm...and it felt SO RIGHT on her
arm.  The sounds of ripping clothing had stopped, and Debbie looked
around her.  The counter that normally came up to her waist was now
nearly at her mid-thigh.  And her eyes were level with the top of the
refrigerator.  While her clothes had torn in places, they still covered
a good part of her body.
	"Well, this will never do", she said.  "I need to see the new me!"
	And with that, Debbie pulled at her sweatshirt.  It tore off her like
it was made of wax paper!  Off came the pants in the same way, so Debbie
stood towering in the kitchen with only her straining black underwear on
her.
	"I'm HUGE!", marveled Debbie.  She reached up and handily touched the
ceiling, a pleasantly shocked look sweeping across her face.  She looked
back down at her gargantuan body.  From head to toe she was covered with
thick, pleasing muscle.  Her calves were beautifully sculpted, and her
thighs were massive, almost twice the size of a gallon-jug of milk, but
still defined.  Her stomach was flat and showed good definition.  Her
chest shot out in front of her, her boobs sitting proudly atop the
muscular platform.  Her back felt wide, her shoulders full and rounded,
like two great melons, or better yet, cannon balls, because that is how
hard they felt.  Her arms were spectacular, each great head of the
biceps full and distinct.  Debbie felt a laugh well up in her.
	"It has to be the chocolates!  That's why my stomach made that noise! 
And I was worried about a few pounds.  HA!  Why, I probably weigh more
than twice what I did!"  
	Debbie looked around.  She wasn't done trying out her new body yet.  In
fact, she had only started.  First, she stepped over to the
refrigerator.  She  was pleased to find she could reach the back from
either side.  "Reach with the legs, not with the back", she reminded
herself, laughing.  With a grunt, she picked the refrigerator up off the
floor.  Smiling broadly, she gently put it back down.  "And I'm not even
breathing hard", she thought to herself.
	Next she walked over to the cupboard and pulled out one of the large
metal soup pots.  Placing a hand on either side of it, she lifted her
elbows and began to squeeze.  Her chest flexed tight, and the metal
slowly began to give way.  She could hear the squeals of metal bending,
and finally held in her hand the flattened pot.
	"That took too long.  I'll bet my legs are stronger."  And with that
she pulled out another pot.  She lay out on her side, this time, her
feet having to stick out the door to the kitchen.  She gently placed the
pot between her massive thighs, holding it firmly in place with one
hand.  As he tensed her thighs together, it was no contest.  The pot was
quickly smashed flat.  
	She jumped off the floor, accidentally bumping her head on the
ceiling.  Rubbing it, and laughing to herself, she thought about what to
do next.  "Ed gave me the chocolates.  It's only right that I should
'thank' him", she smiled mischievously.  
	Debbie picked up the phone.  How tiny it seemed now!  She could barely
listen and talk into it at the same time!  She carefully dialed Ed's
number, but only got his answering machine.

	"Hi, Lover!", she said, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as she
could.  "I'm sorry about our fight.  I know you were just trying to be
thoughtful.  I'll be...big...and let you make it up to me tomorrow
afternoon.  See you then!"  She couldn't help but give a little giggle
as she hung up the phone.  Debbie started plotting even as she got ready
to climb into her ridiculously small bed.

	The next morning, Debbie climber out of bed and found she was no longer
the giantess she had been last night.  While she had slept her body had
shrunk back down to its normal size.  

	"Damn", thought Debbie, "The effect must be only temporary."  She
thought for a minute.  She still had five pounds of the stuff, and new
ideas were beginning to form in her mind.  "This is going to be even
better than I thought", she said as a playful smile crept onto her lips.

To Be Continued....