Thursday, June 05, 2008
1001 Adiposity Nights: The Fat Heiress Part Two, A Journey to Fat Acceptance - Part One
Sheila was woken up by the sound of Basil coming into her cell. "Tell me about the Heiress," he demanded.
"Oh, I'm too hungry to tell you that now, after I eat, I'll tell you the rest," she lied. She was so full she could barely sit up, but managed to do anyway.
Basil thought for a moment, got up and paced and then left the room. He came back half an hour later with a cart full of food in the white containers. "Eat it, all of it. When I come back tonight, you'll tell me the rest of the story."
Sheila, pretending she was famished, merely nodded as she had already stuffed her mouth with a Twinkie.
That night she had once again managed to finish off the mountain of food before Basil could force his company upon her. He came in, with his gloves and rope at the ready. He surveyed the room, and smiled approvingly at the empty food containers.
"Well?" he prompted.
Sheila was sitting in her chair, her hands perched atop her straining belly. She began.
The Fat Heiress - Continued
It turned out that gaining 20 pounds wasn't as easy as she'd hoped it would be. She was so used to watching what she ate, exercising extra hard if she ever cheated on her diet. She was always with her friends, and they sneered if she ate a chocolate bar, or missed a day at the spa.
It took several months for the heiress to finally figure out how to finally gain weight. She ate in secret, she would tell her friends she had gone to the gym with her other friends. All the while her debt continued to pile.
Finally she showed up at the trust's weigh station, and sure enough, she'd reached 120 pounds, and her stipend was upped accordingly. The problem, she quickly discovered, was that none of her clothes fit her anymore! She was still in debt, and now had to replace all of her clothes!
Reluctantly she began shopping for new clothes. She hadn't grown all that large, and she rather enjoyed the new curves. They gave her cleavage that her friends were envious of (they all assumed she'd had plastic surgery). It also gave her ass a little wiggle that seemed to drive the men crazy.
She decided she needed to gain a few more pounds to pay off the new clothes.
Before long the heiress was 130 pounds. The weight was starting to show in her face, and her arms. Her chest continued to grow and her butt was rounding out. She worked hard to hide her flabby middle from her friends, but she could tell they were starting to talk behind her back.
As she reached 140 pounds, the heiress was finally getting a hold of her debt woes. She still owed a lot of money, but the stipend was enough to cover her monthly costs and tend to the owing balance. She was having trouble keeping her friends though. They seemed to always be busy now, and not so eager to go out with her.
She knew it was because of her weight. However, with more free time, and fewer friends to hide her eating from, the Heiress found herself spending more time eating, and far less time even pretending to get some exercise.
Her wardrobe went through replacement after replacement. Even though she was worried about always buying clothes, her stipend was getting to be quite large, and she could actually envision getting out of debt so that maybe she could actually start to lose weight again.
Periodically her friends would get in touch with her, maybe come over for lunch. When the did, she didn't even pretend she wasn't eating to gain weight. They'd always be polite, but she could tell they had come over simply to gossip about her. Even though they tried to hide it, she could see them taking pictures of her eating, pictures of her getting up, pictures of how wide she was getting.
At 200 pounds, the Heiress couldn't even pretend she wasn't fat any more. She didn't really mind though, she still didn't have to work, and she really enjoyed the food she was eating. She even liked the clothes she was buying, they always fit so different, it was actually quite exciting finding just the right outfit to flatter her ever expanding curves.
The day she hit 250 pounds was a great day for the Heiress. Her stipend was now big enough that she would be living debt free. She decided she would stay at this weight for a few months to build up a cushion of money.
That day she also discovered a childhood friend Keith, the son of one of her father's business partners, had joined the trust. She'd always had such a crush on him, but her father had discouraged her from dating his partners' families. Now he saw her as the fat freak she was. He chased after her as she left the building.
He told her that as soon as he found out about the opening on her trust, he jumped at the chance. He wanted to take her out for lunch. She didn't really want to let him see her eat, but she couldn't really refuse.
At lunch they talked about childhood their childhood, about things that had happened in their lives. The Heiress didn't even notice that Keith had ordered plenty of food for her, and was watching each and every bite they had.
In fact, they dated for a few months, and the Heiress found her stipend growing over those months faster than ever.
Finally, one day she asked if her weight bothered him at all. He replied right away that there was a time where he wouldn't have dated a fat woman, but now, he was happy that the woman he loved also happened to be fat.
The 300 pound Heiress asked how that could be. Keith responded.
A Journey to Fat Acceptance - Part One
Keith had grown up privileged. His father had grown up privileged, and his grandfathers had grown up privileged. In fact, one had to go quite far back into Keith's family tree to find a dark root where his family hadn't been wealthy or privileged. It was what he knew.
Keith attended the best schools, he had influential friends, he always had whatever he wanted or needed, and he always managed to get away with things that others would not. There were costs for living this lifestyle though. His every act was scrutinised by peers, and there was much at risk from simply using the wrong fork, or talking to the wrong person.
In some ways Keith recognised that the world he lived in wasn't normal, and in some ways it wasn't even right. He also knew that over time he'd have a great deal of responsibility, and the only way to deal with that was to go along with the game, keep up appearances and hope he could be the person he wanted to be as well as the person he needed to be.
While away at school, he only dated other women in his social strata. There weren't really many women to pick from, and because the circle was close knit, life was very difficult after a break up, because everyone would quickly know all the details, real or fictitious as they may be. It made the relationships stale, as the risk of mistakes far outweighed the rewards of honesty.
Keith was dating a woman named Michelle. Her grand parents were new money, so Michelle was a little bit of a stretch, but she was very attractive, so this helped offset her more freewheeling attitude. In some ways she was a breath of fresh air, she was more open and honest in private, but worked all the harder to fit into the prim and propre rules when in company.
One activity that Michelle did not approve of was 'Hogging'. Keith and his friends would go to a bar that catered to a local college and find the fat girls sitting in the back. They would feign interest in the girls, assure them that they looked great and would fit in perfectly in high society. The girls would then be invited to come to the dining club where they would be humiliated by all of the guys' real girlfriends.
One evening after a hogging excursion, Michelle really let Keith know how atrocious she felt it was. Keith didn't know how to handle a girlfriend who actually disagreed with him, much less a girl who would actually disparage such an institution as hogging.
They quickly broke up, and given Keith's richer status, everyone took his side. It wasn't difficult, since she wouldn't deny saying the things she'd said.
After Michelle though, Keith found the other women to be insufferably dry and boring. Michelle really was a better person than any of the other women he knew. She might be a lower caste, but he could already feel that to reach his maximum potential he would need someone more open and honest, someone who was really willing to put things on the line to right the world.
Keith was in a tough position, he couldn't be seen with Michelle, and yet he was growing to believe that he couldn't live without her.
For Michelle's part, she was ostracised from the only life she knew. She hated her friends, who only kept her in their lives because of her family's standing. They treated her with a courteous contempt that made her lonelier than she could have thought possible.
Miraculously one evening Keith and Michelle found themselves alone at a fundraiser. Not knowing how long the moment would last, they both apologised profusely. Keith knew that his attitude was wrong, and that perpetuating it was not the person he aspired to be. Michelle knew that if she wanted to change the rules she had to play by them first.
They quickly agreed to keep in touch secretly. Keith really wanted to give up hogging, but Michelle had learned that he really couldn't. Michelle really wanted to give Keith a second chance, but Keith knew that the woman he was dating would win the breakup the moment Keith was seen with Michelle.
Over time Michelle finally concocted a new plan: Keith would pick her up on his hogging night. It seemed crazy to Keith. The main point of hogging was to bring back fat girls, and Michelle was anything but fat. She wasn't the slimmest girl in the crowd, but she was at most curvy. Keith was worried that Michelle would be recognised, but she pointed out that she was such a non-entity that she doubted anyone would notice.
After a few months Michelle had arranged transfer to another school so that she would be part of a new crowd. She also arranged with Keith when he could first take her hogging.
Keith was nervous, it had been almost a year since he'd dated Michelle, and 9 months since they'd made their plans in secret. Was she going to be fat enough? Was he even going to recognise her?
Sheila stopped the story at that point, her hands still perched across her distended stomach, "I'm really full, I just need to get some sleep, I'll be ready to tell the story tomorrow."
Basil just smiled, rose from where he was sitting and left the room.
"Oh, I'm too hungry to tell you that now, after I eat, I'll tell you the rest," she lied. She was so full she could barely sit up, but managed to do anyway.
Basil thought for a moment, got up and paced and then left the room. He came back half an hour later with a cart full of food in the white containers. "Eat it, all of it. When I come back tonight, you'll tell me the rest of the story."
Sheila, pretending she was famished, merely nodded as she had already stuffed her mouth with a Twinkie.
That night she had once again managed to finish off the mountain of food before Basil could force his company upon her. He came in, with his gloves and rope at the ready. He surveyed the room, and smiled approvingly at the empty food containers.
"Well?" he prompted.
Sheila was sitting in her chair, her hands perched atop her straining belly. She began.
The Fat Heiress - Continued
It turned out that gaining 20 pounds wasn't as easy as she'd hoped it would be. She was so used to watching what she ate, exercising extra hard if she ever cheated on her diet. She was always with her friends, and they sneered if she ate a chocolate bar, or missed a day at the spa.
It took several months for the heiress to finally figure out how to finally gain weight. She ate in secret, she would tell her friends she had gone to the gym with her other friends. All the while her debt continued to pile.
Finally she showed up at the trust's weigh station, and sure enough, she'd reached 120 pounds, and her stipend was upped accordingly. The problem, she quickly discovered, was that none of her clothes fit her anymore! She was still in debt, and now had to replace all of her clothes!
Reluctantly she began shopping for new clothes. She hadn't grown all that large, and she rather enjoyed the new curves. They gave her cleavage that her friends were envious of (they all assumed she'd had plastic surgery). It also gave her ass a little wiggle that seemed to drive the men crazy.
She decided she needed to gain a few more pounds to pay off the new clothes.
Before long the heiress was 130 pounds. The weight was starting to show in her face, and her arms. Her chest continued to grow and her butt was rounding out. She worked hard to hide her flabby middle from her friends, but she could tell they were starting to talk behind her back.
As she reached 140 pounds, the heiress was finally getting a hold of her debt woes. She still owed a lot of money, but the stipend was enough to cover her monthly costs and tend to the owing balance. She was having trouble keeping her friends though. They seemed to always be busy now, and not so eager to go out with her.
She knew it was because of her weight. However, with more free time, and fewer friends to hide her eating from, the Heiress found herself spending more time eating, and far less time even pretending to get some exercise.
Her wardrobe went through replacement after replacement. Even though she was worried about always buying clothes, her stipend was getting to be quite large, and she could actually envision getting out of debt so that maybe she could actually start to lose weight again.
Periodically her friends would get in touch with her, maybe come over for lunch. When the did, she didn't even pretend she wasn't eating to gain weight. They'd always be polite, but she could tell they had come over simply to gossip about her. Even though they tried to hide it, she could see them taking pictures of her eating, pictures of her getting up, pictures of how wide she was getting.
At 200 pounds, the Heiress couldn't even pretend she wasn't fat any more. She didn't really mind though, she still didn't have to work, and she really enjoyed the food she was eating. She even liked the clothes she was buying, they always fit so different, it was actually quite exciting finding just the right outfit to flatter her ever expanding curves.
The day she hit 250 pounds was a great day for the Heiress. Her stipend was now big enough that she would be living debt free. She decided she would stay at this weight for a few months to build up a cushion of money.
That day she also discovered a childhood friend Keith, the son of one of her father's business partners, had joined the trust. She'd always had such a crush on him, but her father had discouraged her from dating his partners' families. Now he saw her as the fat freak she was. He chased after her as she left the building.
He told her that as soon as he found out about the opening on her trust, he jumped at the chance. He wanted to take her out for lunch. She didn't really want to let him see her eat, but she couldn't really refuse.
At lunch they talked about childhood their childhood, about things that had happened in their lives. The Heiress didn't even notice that Keith had ordered plenty of food for her, and was watching each and every bite they had.
In fact, they dated for a few months, and the Heiress found her stipend growing over those months faster than ever.
Finally, one day she asked if her weight bothered him at all. He replied right away that there was a time where he wouldn't have dated a fat woman, but now, he was happy that the woman he loved also happened to be fat.
The 300 pound Heiress asked how that could be. Keith responded.
A Journey to Fat Acceptance - Part One
Keith had grown up privileged. His father had grown up privileged, and his grandfathers had grown up privileged. In fact, one had to go quite far back into Keith's family tree to find a dark root where his family hadn't been wealthy or privileged. It was what he knew.
Keith attended the best schools, he had influential friends, he always had whatever he wanted or needed, and he always managed to get away with things that others would not. There were costs for living this lifestyle though. His every act was scrutinised by peers, and there was much at risk from simply using the wrong fork, or talking to the wrong person.
In some ways Keith recognised that the world he lived in wasn't normal, and in some ways it wasn't even right. He also knew that over time he'd have a great deal of responsibility, and the only way to deal with that was to go along with the game, keep up appearances and hope he could be the person he wanted to be as well as the person he needed to be.
While away at school, he only dated other women in his social strata. There weren't really many women to pick from, and because the circle was close knit, life was very difficult after a break up, because everyone would quickly know all the details, real or fictitious as they may be. It made the relationships stale, as the risk of mistakes far outweighed the rewards of honesty.
Keith was dating a woman named Michelle. Her grand parents were new money, so Michelle was a little bit of a stretch, but she was very attractive, so this helped offset her more freewheeling attitude. In some ways she was a breath of fresh air, she was more open and honest in private, but worked all the harder to fit into the prim and propre rules when in company.
One activity that Michelle did not approve of was 'Hogging'. Keith and his friends would go to a bar that catered to a local college and find the fat girls sitting in the back. They would feign interest in the girls, assure them that they looked great and would fit in perfectly in high society. The girls would then be invited to come to the dining club where they would be humiliated by all of the guys' real girlfriends.
One evening after a hogging excursion, Michelle really let Keith know how atrocious she felt it was. Keith didn't know how to handle a girlfriend who actually disagreed with him, much less a girl who would actually disparage such an institution as hogging.
They quickly broke up, and given Keith's richer status, everyone took his side. It wasn't difficult, since she wouldn't deny saying the things she'd said.
After Michelle though, Keith found the other women to be insufferably dry and boring. Michelle really was a better person than any of the other women he knew. She might be a lower caste, but he could already feel that to reach his maximum potential he would need someone more open and honest, someone who was really willing to put things on the line to right the world.
Keith was in a tough position, he couldn't be seen with Michelle, and yet he was growing to believe that he couldn't live without her.
For Michelle's part, she was ostracised from the only life she knew. She hated her friends, who only kept her in their lives because of her family's standing. They treated her with a courteous contempt that made her lonelier than she could have thought possible.
Miraculously one evening Keith and Michelle found themselves alone at a fundraiser. Not knowing how long the moment would last, they both apologised profusely. Keith knew that his attitude was wrong, and that perpetuating it was not the person he aspired to be. Michelle knew that if she wanted to change the rules she had to play by them first.
They quickly agreed to keep in touch secretly. Keith really wanted to give up hogging, but Michelle had learned that he really couldn't. Michelle really wanted to give Keith a second chance, but Keith knew that the woman he was dating would win the breakup the moment Keith was seen with Michelle.
Over time Michelle finally concocted a new plan: Keith would pick her up on his hogging night. It seemed crazy to Keith. The main point of hogging was to bring back fat girls, and Michelle was anything but fat. She wasn't the slimmest girl in the crowd, but she was at most curvy. Keith was worried that Michelle would be recognised, but she pointed out that she was such a non-entity that she doubted anyone would notice.
After a few months Michelle had arranged transfer to another school so that she would be part of a new crowd. She also arranged with Keith when he could first take her hogging.
Keith was nervous, it had been almost a year since he'd dated Michelle, and 9 months since they'd made their plans in secret. Was she going to be fat enough? Was he even going to recognise her?
Sheila stopped the story at that point, her hands still perched across her distended stomach, "I'm really full, I just need to get some sleep, I'll be ready to tell the story tomorrow."
Basil just smiled, rose from where he was sitting and left the room.
Labels: A Journey to Fat Acceptance, Adiposity Nights, FA, Fat Heiress, fiction, Part One, Part Two, weight gain
// posted by Charlotte @ 5:40:00 PM 
