Monday, November 02, 2009
Cinderella
Cindy led a hard life. Her mother had died when she was very young. Although her father was quite wealthy, he was lonely. He eventually remarried a woman with two daughters who were older than Cindy.
This marriage didn't bring the happiness her father had hoped for, but he thought that Cindy needed a strong family, so he tried to last it out. The stress of a bad marriage, and working hard put him to an early grave too.
Because her step-mother was a lawyer, she managed to use tricks to tie up Cindy’s inherited wealth. But she could not take it away entirely. In trust until she was 25 years old, Cindy had no choice but to live with her step-mother and step-sisters.
These women resented Cindy. They certainly enjoyed her father’s money, but felt that she intruded on their lives, and it was an insult to them that the only way to have her father's money was to have her around too.
Even though they could afford a maid, they made Cindy do all the cleaning. Even though they could afford a chef, they made Cindy do all the cooking. It was a lot of work for Cindy, and even though she was very bright, she did poorly in school, because she had no time for studies. It was a heavy load to bear, but she soldiered on alone.
On her 18th birthday, Rex Bezaubern was having a gala event at his newly finished mansion. The dates were just a coincidence, of course, but her family was making a big deal out of going to the gala, and ignoring Cindy as usual. Without friends or a caring family, Cindy was destined to celebrate her birthday alone with whatever dinner leftovers there were.
Rex was a lawyer who made fees doing speeches, and represented people and organisations that were poor, but needed justice. His dedication and intelligence made him a highly sought after speaker, and he commanded large fees (though he did make free speeches where he felt he was needed). Threw shrewd investing he had parlayed himself into quite the billionaire playboy, an image almost at odds with his friend to the downtrodden reputation. He didn’t mind. He knew he was doing good in the world, and living comfortably. Why not enjoy it?
Cindy was a very attractive girl. She was very active, and didn’t eat much, so she was a little on the thin side. Cindy’s step-mother had been a model (though not all that successful), and her daughters had inherited her looks. They all dressed up for the gala, hoping to catch the eye of Rex, or even some of the other wealthy socialites, so they could be rid of Cindy and her father’s money for good.
Cindy had actually been invited, but her invitation was intercepted by her step mother, so Cindy knew nothing of it. As her sisters were showing up at Rex’s mansion, Cindy quietly wept as she picked at the remains of the evening’s dinner.
Rex was happy to have so many people at his home. It was no secret he was looking for someone to share his life with. Indeed, many single women were vying for his attention. Some of the ’fashions’ were downright scandalous. Not that it bothered him. What bothered him was how THIN they all were! It WAS a secret that he preferred bigger women. He didn’t tell anyone, he wasn’t sure why, but it was just that rich and powerful men didn’t date fat women.
Cindy began doing the dishes in the kitchen, trying to keep her spirits up. She missed her dad, she wished she could know her mother. Suddenly, a shimmering light came from behind her.
She turned, and saw a woman, rather, a flickering image of a woman, she was seeing a ghost! But Cindy wasn’t scared. In fact, she felt warm and comfortable, as though this ghost was radiating love for Cindy.
Indeed, the ghost did love her, for she was Cindy’s mother! Her mother explained that she had made a choice a long time ago. She had been stricken with cancer, and could either fade away from that, or become a spirit so she could watch over Cindy’s life. It was agonising, because there was little she could do as a spirit, but Cindy’s anguish tonight was enough to help her mother step back into the real world, if only for a brief time.
As Cindy listened to her mother, she noticed that she had a resemblance to her mother, except, the spirit must’ve been 300 pounds, or would have been in life. “Cindy, for tonight, for a few hours I have the power to make you into the woman you should have been for your 18th birthday. You have an invitation to Rex’s party. Your step mother hid it in the front closet. Go there, and I will ensure you are ready for the party.”
Cindy ran to the front closet, and found the invitation, just then she heard a car horn. There was a Rolls Royce waiting to take her to the party! But alas, she wasn’t dressed for such an occasion.
She turned to see her mother wearing a blue gown. Except, the gown was much too large for Cindy! “You are going to the woman you SHOULD be tonight dear. Don’t worry, just put on the dress.”
Cindy dubiously slipped the dress on and a bizarre sensation overtook her. At first she was all tingly, then she got quite warm, as though someone was rubbing up against her flesh, all over, all at once. Then it became even odder as she felt her body blowing up, she could feel her skin stretching as the flesh below filled out. She felt as her breasts filled out the top of her dress, she could feel her stomach become round and start to hang a little. Her thighs began pressing into each other. Even her fingers became pudgy. She took a couple of steps as she regained balance with her new centre of gravity. She could feel the weight on her feet, but, she felt, cosy, warm, confident.
She turned to the mirror, and her mother soothed her, as she could feel her daughters terror. “This is the way you were meant to be dear. Please, be happy, just for tonight. And only for tonight, I’m afraid that once your birthday has passed, my magic will be lost. You have until midnight to return home.”
Cindy could see the smile on her mother’s face. And despite being suddenly so fat, she really DID feel very happy now. She slowly descended the stairs, quickly acclimatising to her newly voluptuous body and was helped by the driver into the Rolls Royce.
They sped off to the party, Cindy’s mind was bursting with emotion as much as her dress was bursting with flesh. She was happy to have talked with her mom, she was happy to go to the party, and she felt really good about herself for the first time she could remember. But, she couldn’t get past the chubby reflection she had seen in the mirror. How does one accept suddenly going from 110 lbs to 300+ pounds?
She arrived at the party as guests were still coming in. She could see women preening, trying to catch the attention of a host of young bachelors and older socialites looking for a new, pert wife. She immediately felt out of place, she was never glamorous, and on top of that she outweighed any two women put together. And yet, deep down in her heart, she KNEW that she was the most beautiful woman there. She KNEW that she belonged at Rex Bezaubern’s mansion more than anyone else here.
Save Rex himself. As she thought of him she looked up to a balcony where he was holding court with some friends, suitors, advisors. At that moment, he turned, and their eyes locked. She felt immediately drawn to him, as he felt drawn to her.
He quickly excused himself, and headed downstairs to meet her. She moved across the room, bumping into people, and yet moving much more agley that she would have expected from her ungainly form. She brushed past her sisters, paying them no notice. One thought she looked familiar, but became excited when she saw Rex heading their way.
Cindy stopped, just beside her sisters as it would happen. They both immediately stepped in front of her, as Rex headed in their direction. But Rex stepped between them, immediately taking Cindy’s hand.
It was as though everyone’s jaw dropped at once. How could Rex have taken this fat girl ahead of all the thinner women who were throwing themselves at him? The women were jealous that they’d starved for weeks to cram themselves into uncomfortable cocktail dresses. Many of the men were envious, for they knew a great beauty when they saw her, even if they felt obliged to consort with bonerack women.
Cindy and Rex spent the evening dancing. The entire world was blocked out. They barely exchanged words, and yet, the looks in their eyes said more than words ever could. People were talking, but the party did get back on course.
Alas, the night was already getting late. Cindy noticed the time and turned to leave. Rex begged her to stay, but she wouldn’t. They exchanged a passionate, though abbreviated kiss before she left so abruptly that he tore a sleeve off of her dress. Again people noticed her rapid escape, and wondered what was going on.
Even though the party carried on, Rex was broken. He retired for the night, trying to decide what he should do.
Cindy got into her Rolls, which raced home as quickly as possible. Alas, midnight had come, the drive pulled over, helped Cindy manoeuvre her bulk out of the car, and then he and the car vanished into the night.
At that moment Cindy felt cold and rubber. Her whole body tingled, and she could feel her flesh contracting back into her. She was alone on the road wearing a dress many times too large for her. She was thankful for being thin again, for the long walk, but was desolate that the greatest night of her life had come to such a crashing end.
She got home, and was upstairs long before her step mother and sisters arrived. She heard them gossiping about the party, who was doing what, and the surprise about Rex spending the evening with a crazy fat woman. Cindy just tried to cry quietly in her room.
The next day, Rex was on the news. He desperately wanted to know the woman he was dancing with the previous day. He would go to any ends to find out who she was.
Cindy knew she couldn’t say anything, who would believe that the 110 pound waif was in fact the voluptuous beauty who had stolen Rex Bezaubern’s heart? She was torn up, she wanted to tell someone.
A week went by, and though many people had come forward claiming to be Rex’s mystery woman, obviously none of them were.
He started going through the guest list, going to visit people to see if anyone at the party had known the identity of the mystery woman. Perhaps she had stolen an invitation. He would get to the bottom of it.
As word got out about how serious the lovelorn lawyer was in his quest, all the girls from the party were dressing up, hoping that he might find them a worthy alternative to the mystery girl. Some even began over eating, in the hopes to be big enough to catch his fancy when they came to visit them.
It was several weeks before Rex got to Cindy’s house. By then her sisters had gorged themselves quite silly. They had competed to gain weight, as was their way, with one pilling on 31 pounds to the other’s 27. They complained to Cindy about how miserable they felt, how awful they looked, but how they would win his heart yet.
Rex did show up at their house. The one sister was desperately trying to pour her extra 31 pounds into the dress she wore that night, while the other tried to hide the seam her extra 27 pounds had torn on her dress.
Rex asked the women if they knew anything about this mystery girl. They said that she had been with them the whole night, but could not recall her mentioning her name. They expect she was a delivery girl who had perhaps stolen Cindy’s invitation. When Rex asked if Cindy were home, both girls scoffed, saying that Cindy was but their maid, and 110 pounds at that. None-the-less, Rex insisted.
Her step mom fetched Cindy, and Rex was disappointed to see the frail girl presented to him. However, she had hidden behind her back her invitation to the party, which had been stamped. Rex wasn’t sure what to make of this. She then got the dress from its hiding place in the cupboard. Rex was dumbfounded, for this was indeed the dress of his mystery love.
He gazed into Cindy’s eyes, and there, the connection was back. This was the woman he needed in his life. He didn’t understand it, for she was obviously not the woman he had danced with, and yet, she obviously was. He grabbed her up in his arms, and they exchanged a kiss, much longer than the one they had exchanged before. There was no doubt in Rex’s mind. He had his love in his arms.
Cindy’s sisters and mother were speechless. Obviously there was some mistake. Both girls were much fatter than Cindy was, what was this little girl playing at?
Nevertheless, Rex was satisfied, and Cindy left with him at that moment.
Several years passed, and there was a knock at the door. Cindy’s step mother answered it, and was presented with a large, well dressed woman, flanked by two men. Cindy waddled into the house and presented her step mother with the papers her father had signed many years ago.
All her father’s money, possessions and house were now under her legal control.
Cindy became nostalgic, and decided to check her old home out. It was well maintained, as her step family had hired proper staff to care for it. It seemed to be other worldly, as though she had been a different person when she had lived there.
Indeed, she HAD been a different person. She had been a miserable mistreated waif, and now she was a voluptuous, successful and loved woman.
She remembered her days as an undernourished girl, scrounging for scraps that would give her strength. It was barely a memory to her body now, well fed, over indulged, wanting for nothing she had gained 300 pounds in her 7 years away from ‘home’.
She recalled that magical night where her mother turned her into a beauty size 24. But now size 32 was getting tight on her.
She continued her tour of the house. She found her sisters sitting watching television. They too had gained incredible amounts of weight. But rather than carrying themselves with dignity and poise, they had degenerated into miserable slobs. They were always jealous of Cindy, but would be forever alone and unhappy.
Her relatives were evicted, and the house was converted for use by a local charity to ensure no one would have to worry about malnutrition.
Indeed, over the last seven years, her romance and marriage to Rex was quite public, as was her steady weight gain over the years. On her marriage day she wore the exact same gown she had worn to the fateful gala, and it had fit her exactly. A big deal was made about her size, but many men and women began to accept size as beautiful, and there were now many happy large men and women in the world.
This marriage didn't bring the happiness her father had hoped for, but he thought that Cindy needed a strong family, so he tried to last it out. The stress of a bad marriage, and working hard put him to an early grave too.
Because her step-mother was a lawyer, she managed to use tricks to tie up Cindy’s inherited wealth. But she could not take it away entirely. In trust until she was 25 years old, Cindy had no choice but to live with her step-mother and step-sisters.
These women resented Cindy. They certainly enjoyed her father’s money, but felt that she intruded on their lives, and it was an insult to them that the only way to have her father's money was to have her around too.
Even though they could afford a maid, they made Cindy do all the cleaning. Even though they could afford a chef, they made Cindy do all the cooking. It was a lot of work for Cindy, and even though she was very bright, she did poorly in school, because she had no time for studies. It was a heavy load to bear, but she soldiered on alone.
On her 18th birthday, Rex Bezaubern was having a gala event at his newly finished mansion. The dates were just a coincidence, of course, but her family was making a big deal out of going to the gala, and ignoring Cindy as usual. Without friends or a caring family, Cindy was destined to celebrate her birthday alone with whatever dinner leftovers there were.
Rex was a lawyer who made fees doing speeches, and represented people and organisations that were poor, but needed justice. His dedication and intelligence made him a highly sought after speaker, and he commanded large fees (though he did make free speeches where he felt he was needed). Threw shrewd investing he had parlayed himself into quite the billionaire playboy, an image almost at odds with his friend to the downtrodden reputation. He didn’t mind. He knew he was doing good in the world, and living comfortably. Why not enjoy it?
Cindy was a very attractive girl. She was very active, and didn’t eat much, so she was a little on the thin side. Cindy’s step-mother had been a model (though not all that successful), and her daughters had inherited her looks. They all dressed up for the gala, hoping to catch the eye of Rex, or even some of the other wealthy socialites, so they could be rid of Cindy and her father’s money for good.
Cindy had actually been invited, but her invitation was intercepted by her step mother, so Cindy knew nothing of it. As her sisters were showing up at Rex’s mansion, Cindy quietly wept as she picked at the remains of the evening’s dinner.
Rex was happy to have so many people at his home. It was no secret he was looking for someone to share his life with. Indeed, many single women were vying for his attention. Some of the ’fashions’ were downright scandalous. Not that it bothered him. What bothered him was how THIN they all were! It WAS a secret that he preferred bigger women. He didn’t tell anyone, he wasn’t sure why, but it was just that rich and powerful men didn’t date fat women.
Cindy began doing the dishes in the kitchen, trying to keep her spirits up. She missed her dad, she wished she could know her mother. Suddenly, a shimmering light came from behind her.
She turned, and saw a woman, rather, a flickering image of a woman, she was seeing a ghost! But Cindy wasn’t scared. In fact, she felt warm and comfortable, as though this ghost was radiating love for Cindy.
Indeed, the ghost did love her, for she was Cindy’s mother! Her mother explained that she had made a choice a long time ago. She had been stricken with cancer, and could either fade away from that, or become a spirit so she could watch over Cindy’s life. It was agonising, because there was little she could do as a spirit, but Cindy’s anguish tonight was enough to help her mother step back into the real world, if only for a brief time.
As Cindy listened to her mother, she noticed that she had a resemblance to her mother, except, the spirit must’ve been 300 pounds, or would have been in life. “Cindy, for tonight, for a few hours I have the power to make you into the woman you should have been for your 18th birthday. You have an invitation to Rex’s party. Your step mother hid it in the front closet. Go there, and I will ensure you are ready for the party.”
Cindy ran to the front closet, and found the invitation, just then she heard a car horn. There was a Rolls Royce waiting to take her to the party! But alas, she wasn’t dressed for such an occasion.
She turned to see her mother wearing a blue gown. Except, the gown was much too large for Cindy! “You are going to the woman you SHOULD be tonight dear. Don’t worry, just put on the dress.”
Cindy dubiously slipped the dress on and a bizarre sensation overtook her. At first she was all tingly, then she got quite warm, as though someone was rubbing up against her flesh, all over, all at once. Then it became even odder as she felt her body blowing up, she could feel her skin stretching as the flesh below filled out. She felt as her breasts filled out the top of her dress, she could feel her stomach become round and start to hang a little. Her thighs began pressing into each other. Even her fingers became pudgy. She took a couple of steps as she regained balance with her new centre of gravity. She could feel the weight on her feet, but, she felt, cosy, warm, confident.
She turned to the mirror, and her mother soothed her, as she could feel her daughters terror. “This is the way you were meant to be dear. Please, be happy, just for tonight. And only for tonight, I’m afraid that once your birthday has passed, my magic will be lost. You have until midnight to return home.”
Cindy could see the smile on her mother’s face. And despite being suddenly so fat, she really DID feel very happy now. She slowly descended the stairs, quickly acclimatising to her newly voluptuous body and was helped by the driver into the Rolls Royce.
They sped off to the party, Cindy’s mind was bursting with emotion as much as her dress was bursting with flesh. She was happy to have talked with her mom, she was happy to go to the party, and she felt really good about herself for the first time she could remember. But, she couldn’t get past the chubby reflection she had seen in the mirror. How does one accept suddenly going from 110 lbs to 300+ pounds?
She arrived at the party as guests were still coming in. She could see women preening, trying to catch the attention of a host of young bachelors and older socialites looking for a new, pert wife. She immediately felt out of place, she was never glamorous, and on top of that she outweighed any two women put together. And yet, deep down in her heart, she KNEW that she was the most beautiful woman there. She KNEW that she belonged at Rex Bezaubern’s mansion more than anyone else here.
Save Rex himself. As she thought of him she looked up to a balcony where he was holding court with some friends, suitors, advisors. At that moment, he turned, and their eyes locked. She felt immediately drawn to him, as he felt drawn to her.
He quickly excused himself, and headed downstairs to meet her. She moved across the room, bumping into people, and yet moving much more agley that she would have expected from her ungainly form. She brushed past her sisters, paying them no notice. One thought she looked familiar, but became excited when she saw Rex heading their way.
Cindy stopped, just beside her sisters as it would happen. They both immediately stepped in front of her, as Rex headed in their direction. But Rex stepped between them, immediately taking Cindy’s hand.
It was as though everyone’s jaw dropped at once. How could Rex have taken this fat girl ahead of all the thinner women who were throwing themselves at him? The women were jealous that they’d starved for weeks to cram themselves into uncomfortable cocktail dresses. Many of the men were envious, for they knew a great beauty when they saw her, even if they felt obliged to consort with bonerack women.
Cindy and Rex spent the evening dancing. The entire world was blocked out. They barely exchanged words, and yet, the looks in their eyes said more than words ever could. People were talking, but the party did get back on course.
Alas, the night was already getting late. Cindy noticed the time and turned to leave. Rex begged her to stay, but she wouldn’t. They exchanged a passionate, though abbreviated kiss before she left so abruptly that he tore a sleeve off of her dress. Again people noticed her rapid escape, and wondered what was going on.
Even though the party carried on, Rex was broken. He retired for the night, trying to decide what he should do.
Cindy got into her Rolls, which raced home as quickly as possible. Alas, midnight had come, the drive pulled over, helped Cindy manoeuvre her bulk out of the car, and then he and the car vanished into the night.
At that moment Cindy felt cold and rubber. Her whole body tingled, and she could feel her flesh contracting back into her. She was alone on the road wearing a dress many times too large for her. She was thankful for being thin again, for the long walk, but was desolate that the greatest night of her life had come to such a crashing end.
She got home, and was upstairs long before her step mother and sisters arrived. She heard them gossiping about the party, who was doing what, and the surprise about Rex spending the evening with a crazy fat woman. Cindy just tried to cry quietly in her room.
The next day, Rex was on the news. He desperately wanted to know the woman he was dancing with the previous day. He would go to any ends to find out who she was.
Cindy knew she couldn’t say anything, who would believe that the 110 pound waif was in fact the voluptuous beauty who had stolen Rex Bezaubern’s heart? She was torn up, she wanted to tell someone.
A week went by, and though many people had come forward claiming to be Rex’s mystery woman, obviously none of them were.
He started going through the guest list, going to visit people to see if anyone at the party had known the identity of the mystery woman. Perhaps she had stolen an invitation. He would get to the bottom of it.
As word got out about how serious the lovelorn lawyer was in his quest, all the girls from the party were dressing up, hoping that he might find them a worthy alternative to the mystery girl. Some even began over eating, in the hopes to be big enough to catch his fancy when they came to visit them.
It was several weeks before Rex got to Cindy’s house. By then her sisters had gorged themselves quite silly. They had competed to gain weight, as was their way, with one pilling on 31 pounds to the other’s 27. They complained to Cindy about how miserable they felt, how awful they looked, but how they would win his heart yet.
Rex did show up at their house. The one sister was desperately trying to pour her extra 31 pounds into the dress she wore that night, while the other tried to hide the seam her extra 27 pounds had torn on her dress.
Rex asked the women if they knew anything about this mystery girl. They said that she had been with them the whole night, but could not recall her mentioning her name. They expect she was a delivery girl who had perhaps stolen Cindy’s invitation. When Rex asked if Cindy were home, both girls scoffed, saying that Cindy was but their maid, and 110 pounds at that. None-the-less, Rex insisted.
Her step mom fetched Cindy, and Rex was disappointed to see the frail girl presented to him. However, she had hidden behind her back her invitation to the party, which had been stamped. Rex wasn’t sure what to make of this. She then got the dress from its hiding place in the cupboard. Rex was dumbfounded, for this was indeed the dress of his mystery love.
He gazed into Cindy’s eyes, and there, the connection was back. This was the woman he needed in his life. He didn’t understand it, for she was obviously not the woman he had danced with, and yet, she obviously was. He grabbed her up in his arms, and they exchanged a kiss, much longer than the one they had exchanged before. There was no doubt in Rex’s mind. He had his love in his arms.
Cindy’s sisters and mother were speechless. Obviously there was some mistake. Both girls were much fatter than Cindy was, what was this little girl playing at?
Nevertheless, Rex was satisfied, and Cindy left with him at that moment.
Several years passed, and there was a knock at the door. Cindy’s step mother answered it, and was presented with a large, well dressed woman, flanked by two men. Cindy waddled into the house and presented her step mother with the papers her father had signed many years ago.
All her father’s money, possessions and house were now under her legal control.
Cindy became nostalgic, and decided to check her old home out. It was well maintained, as her step family had hired proper staff to care for it. It seemed to be other worldly, as though she had been a different person when she had lived there.
Indeed, she HAD been a different person. She had been a miserable mistreated waif, and now she was a voluptuous, successful and loved woman.
She remembered her days as an undernourished girl, scrounging for scraps that would give her strength. It was barely a memory to her body now, well fed, over indulged, wanting for nothing she had gained 300 pounds in her 7 years away from ‘home’.
She recalled that magical night where her mother turned her into a beauty size 24. But now size 32 was getting tight on her.
She continued her tour of the house. She found her sisters sitting watching television. They too had gained incredible amounts of weight. But rather than carrying themselves with dignity and poise, they had degenerated into miserable slobs. They were always jealous of Cindy, but would be forever alone and unhappy.
Her relatives were evicted, and the house was converted for use by a local charity to ensure no one would have to worry about malnutrition.
Indeed, over the last seven years, her romance and marriage to Rex was quite public, as was her steady weight gain over the years. On her marriage day she wore the exact same gown she had worn to the fateful gala, and it had fit her exactly. A big deal was made about her size, but many men and women began to accept size as beautiful, and there were now many happy large men and women in the world.
Labels: FA, fiction, weight gain
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Dirk's Door
Dirk's Door
A thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.
He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button popped off with a surprising ‘zing’ and his stomach forced the pants back open.
He’d been only 230 pounds then, hadn’t he?
From there he thought about the first time he’d gotten stuck at a McDonald’s booth. They didn’t SEEM that small. And certainly he didn’t think he was all that fat at the time. But there he was, having had a couple big macs, a few packs of supersized fries and 40 chicken nuggets, and he was wedged in pretty good. It took ½ hour of slowly wiggling, but he finally extricated himself. He had a huge bruise across his belly, and that was the last time he ate in at a fast food place.
That was around 300, if he remembered correctly.
Dirk’s mind continued to drift.
There was the time he lost his cell phone and wallet. They were probably stolen from him, but the point was, without a cell phone or cash, he needed a lift home. He called his friend from a phone booth. When his friend showed up 15 minutes later, Dirk was laughing. He’d squeezed into the tiny booth, but hadn’t been able to turn around to squeeze out! It took them a good 45 minutes of pushing and prodding Dirk’s fat to squeeze him out so they could head home.
That day he was approaching 400 pounds.
Of course, Dirk smiled, there was always the turnstile for getting onto the subway! He always avoided them now, or took extra caution when he couldn’t. But not that day. Nope. He walked (well, waddled, really) right into it and as it ratcheted over, his thighs got caught on two sides while his belly jammed the middle. He had to wait an hour for the mechanic to show up and dismantle the machine that had choked while trying to swallow him whole.
450 pound men just weren’t meant for the subway it seemed.
What was the last time? Ah, it was the soap. He’d dropped the soap while in the shower. He knew it was somewhere underneath him, but couldn’t possibly see it. He tried to feel around with his feet. He found it alright, he stepped right on it and immediately flipped right onto his back! Dirk lay wedged in the bathtub, with the shower running, for well over an hour. Eventually he managed to reach the shampoo and use it to grease himself up to slip out of the tub.
His muscles still hurt at the thought of tossing 500 pounds over the side of the bath tub!
Finally his thoughts returned to his current predicament.
He knew full well the door to his bedroom required a little dance to get through. And he’d done his little dance. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten wedged in the door way, but he’d always been able to wiggle his way out before. He struggled and twisted and turned, but he just couldn’t budge.
The door just wouldn’t let a 600 pound man pass any more!
A thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.
He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button popped off with a surprising ‘zing’ and his stomach forced the pants back open.
He’d been only 230 pounds then, hadn’t he?
From there he thought about the first time he’d gotten stuck at a McDonald’s booth. They didn’t SEEM that small. And certainly he didn’t think he was all that fat at the time. But there he was, having had a couple big macs, a few packs of supersized fries and 40 chicken nuggets, and he was wedged in pretty good. It took ½ hour of slowly wiggling, but he finally extricated himself. He had a huge bruise across his belly, and that was the last time he ate in at a fast food place.
That was around 300, if he remembered correctly.
Dirk’s mind continued to drift.
There was the time he lost his cell phone and wallet. They were probably stolen from him, but the point was, without a cell phone or cash, he needed a lift home. He called his friend from a phone booth. When his friend showed up 15 minutes later, Dirk was laughing. He’d squeezed into the tiny booth, but hadn’t been able to turn around to squeeze out! It took them a good 45 minutes of pushing and prodding Dirk’s fat to squeeze him out so they could head home.
That day he was approaching 400 pounds.
Of course, Dirk smiled, there was always the turnstile for getting onto the subway! He always avoided them now, or took extra caution when he couldn’t. But not that day. Nope. He walked (well, waddled, really) right into it and as it ratcheted over, his thighs got caught on two sides while his belly jammed the middle. He had to wait an hour for the mechanic to show up and dismantle the machine that had choked while trying to swallow him whole.
450 pound men just weren’t meant for the subway it seemed.
What was the last time? Ah, it was the soap. He’d dropped the soap while in the shower. He knew it was somewhere underneath him, but couldn’t possibly see it. He tried to feel around with his feet. He found it alright, he stepped right on it and immediately flipped right onto his back! Dirk lay wedged in the bathtub, with the shower running, for well over an hour. Eventually he managed to reach the shampoo and use it to grease himself up to slip out of the tub.
His muscles still hurt at the thought of tossing 500 pounds over the side of the bath tub!
Finally his thoughts returned to his current predicament.
He knew full well the door to his bedroom required a little dance to get through. And he’d done his little dance. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten wedged in the door way, but he’d always been able to wiggle his way out before. He struggled and twisted and turned, but he just couldn’t budge.
The door just wouldn’t let a 600 pound man pass any more!
Labels: BHM, ffa, fiction, weight gain
Recycled Content
Since GeoCities is being taken down, I'm reposting all my fiction from there here. If you've never read it... I hope you enjoy. If you have read it, well, at least it's a post.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Micro Posting
For the longest time, I didn't 'get' Twitter.
It's not the audience that needs one line posts, but rather the poster.
I just don't seem to find the time/energy for a real blog!
But we put an offer on a house today.
It's not the audience that needs one line posts, but rather the poster.
I just don't seem to find the time/energy for a real blog!
But we put an offer on a house today.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Not a Real Post
It's been busy!
I know I always say that, but who knew life could be so busy!
Anyway, without any effort to post the long story, Amy was back in Ontario for two weeks, and I'd forgotten just how big she is!
I will try to write more later.
And to those who care: I'm currently 367 pounds (I was 363 before she visited...)
I know I always say that, but who knew life could be so busy!
Anyway, without any effort to post the long story, Amy was back in Ontario for two weeks, and I'd forgotten just how big she is!
I will try to write more later.
And to those who care: I'm currently 367 pounds (I was 363 before she visited...)
Labels: Amy, Char, diary, weigh in, weight gain, weight loss
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The Blog that Never Dies
Not so much a post as... um... blog life support?
Labels: diary
The Blog that Never Dies
Not so much a post as... um... blog life support?
Labels: diary
Monday, April 27, 2009
House Hunting
Ian and I went house hunting again on the weekend.
It's not mathematically possible to get a better mortgage than we can now, so uncertainty be damned, we're getting a house!
It's not mathematically possible to get a better mortgage than we can now, so uncertainty be damned, we're getting a house!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Easter, Baby and Hockey
Well, Easter has come and gone. It's always a time to eat, and I got a free pass from Sherry. I only gained one pound this year though, lol.
I got to see my niece again, which just makes me want a baby of my own!
I got to see Jeri again, and I can't believe how big she's getting. I remember when she was pregnant the first time she seemed just so huge, and yet I don't think she was more than 200 pounds. I guess our perspectives change with time!
Finally, hockey has started up, which means I won't get to see much of Ian until June.
Maybe I'll finally find some time to get my diary back on track!
Weigh in: 393 pounds
I got to see my niece again, which just makes me want a baby of my own!
I got to see Jeri again, and I can't believe how big she's getting. I remember when she was pregnant the first time she seemed just so huge, and yet I don't think she was more than 200 pounds. I guess our perspectives change with time!
Finally, hockey has started up, which means I won't get to see much of Ian until June.
Maybe I'll finally find some time to get my diary back on track!
Weigh in: 393 pounds
Labels: Char, diary, weigh in, weight gain, weight loss
