Sunday, June 22, 2008
AN: The Case of the Crash Diet - Part Two, Alexandra: A Painter's Story - Part One
Sheila was awake when Basil came in with his cart of food. "I thought you'd never get here, I'm starving!" As she began eating, she realised that the lie was actually true. She was starving.
Basil waited for a few moments. "Go, I'm eating. You'll hear the rest later!"
When Basil came back, Sheila was full, as usual, and ready to continue.
The Case of the Crash Diet - Continued.
The woman was successful at work. She was successful with her diet. She was having success in her personal life. She dressed for success. She felt successful, she was successful.
At work she was rewarded for her success with greater responsibilities. She travelled more to meet with bigger clients. When she met clients, it was usually in catered boardrooms, or going out to fancy restaurants. She knew she had earned her success, she had earned the right to eat well.
With a busy work and social life, the woman no longer stuck with the diet that had brought her success. She eased into her old eating habits, quickly, as her body had really missed them.
Before long she found her weight creeping back up. She promised herself she'd try to exercise more, but she never found time. She promised she'd go back on her old diet, but it would be impossible with the food she was expected to eat at the meetings that were making her so much more successful.
She had to switch out her wardrobe for bigger clothes, which she had luckily kept. She noticed that her social calendar had more and more holes in it. Without even thinking about it, these holes were filled with more food.
Her weight continued to climb, not so gradually any more. Contacts wondered if she was okay. Sales were starting to dry up. She found herself home more and more, filling the time with more and more food.
She reached the size she was before the merger. Her sales were falling drastically, she was home alone with her cats and her fridge more than ever, and even her fat clothes were becoming perilously tight. Life was as mundane as ever, but she had tasted something more, and mundane wasn't going to cut it anymore.
Without any warning or probation she was let go from the company. Her sales had fallen, her weight had grown, and they wondered how dedicated she really was.
The woman started a tailspin, she would stay at home for days, only venturing out in overly tight clothes to buy more food, or maybe some new clothes. She quickly ate up her severance package, and found herself heading out to collect unemployment.
At the unemployment office she ran into one of her friends. Her friend commented on how big the woman had become, and why it had happened. The woman broke down into tears, explaining the crash diet, the new pressures and everything she had to do for work, and how it all came undone, and things were worse than ever.
Her friend consoled her, and told her that it wasn't right, that a job shouldn't have such control over her life. She consulted with some lawyers to see if the woman had a case against her company. It turned out that a lawyer, named Arnold, was actually looking for such a case, and would represent the woman in court pro bono.
The woman met with the lawyer. He was incredibly large, far larger than she was, in fact. He liked to eat while they met, and while he was very well mannered at the meetings, he did eat a lot. The woman found herself eating a lot too as they met.
As the case made its way through the various stages of the legal process, the stress was incredible on the woman. She continued to eat and gain weight, and Arnold even suggested that her increased weight would help the case.
Arnold took care of her, paying her rent, her food and clothing out of his own pocket. With his support, she became somewhat famous. Her weight skyrocketed, and by the time the court case was decided in her favour, she was Arnold's equal in girth, despite his own weight gain over the time.
The woman received a generous settlement that allowed her to live an idle life on a pacific island. She enjoyed both her fame in a groundbreaking case, and the ever growing frame that won her riches.
One of her favourite things was to read her fan mail, about the men and women who had learned to stand up for themselves, and gaining acceptance in a world that still hated fat.
The first letter she received was from Alexandra, a painter who overcame prejudice to gain acceptance amongst her peers.
Alexandra: A Painter's Story - Part One
Alexandra grew up in an ordinary family, in an ordinary agricultural town. Her parents worked on a farm. Her aunts and uncles worked on farms. Her grandparents had worked on farms, her cousins worked on farms. Everyone worked on a farm, except Alexandra. She wanted to paint.
From an early age she would create with her crayons and finger paints. She created images of fields of wheat, fields of corn, barns, silos and scenes from the country fair. No one had seen a child with so much interest in farming before her.
It wasn't until Alexandra was a teenager that people began to realise she painted farms because farms were all she saw. She hated farms, and when all her friends went to work on farms after school and in the summer, Alexandra desperately wanted to stay to herself and paint. She found herself often alone, and practically disowned by her family.
Aside from farming, Alexandra began to loathe ordinary agricultural town life itself. All her life she had eaten the same hearty home cooking. While she was an average size for the girls in the town, she was far bigger than any of the girls seen on TV. Alexandra longed to look like them, to be a real person!
The day Alexandra graduated from high school she took her meagre savings and travelled to the coast to attend school and become a real painter.
Alexandra's techniques were very well honed for an amateur, and her works blossomed with new inspirations and experiences. She earned a scholarship that covered her educational expenses, but she needed money to cover her living expenses. She naively went the 'starving artist' route, trying to sell paintings wherever she could. Alas, her well fed heartland body was far too fat to garner her any success as a starving artist.
Alexandra had to settle for menial jobs at fast food and small retail outlets. Soon she really was a starving artist though, and she revelled as years of well fed farm flab melted off her, and she gained the jaded, angular look that artists were to have.
She quit her jobs and began to sell her paintings. She began to develop a standing in the local art community, her paintings were better than ever, and she was among the thinnest artists on the scene too.
When she graduated with her bachelor of art history, she had numerous invitations to create paintings for prestigious collectors. Alexandra spent a year travelling the world, painting for the rich and famous in exotic and cosmopolitan locales.
When she came home, she was thinner, more angular than ever. One of her friends commented that with all that great food, it was a wonder that Alexandra could stay so thing. Alexandra replied that she was travelling to paint, not to eat. She was admonished, so few people get a chance to visit as many cultures as Alexandra had, if she didn't eat the local cuisine, everyone would think she was some sort of hick farm girl.
Alexandra had worked so hard to escape the farm, the very thought that anyone could still see her as hick enraged her. She exploded at her friends, and vowed to show them just how cultured she could be.
She worked on a masters degree, studying with renowned artists and historians across the globe. This time though, she took the time to focus on the culture, history, art and food of the various lands she came to.
Alexandra was extremely glad to have had her eyes opened. Painting was such a small part of life, of culture, of history. She learned about other forms of art, sculpture, poetry, dance, and cooking. Alexandra learned how cooking could encapsulate so much about a culture, the history of their land, contact with other cultures, what they value among the different classes. Tastes, textures, smells, techniques, the sounds of a busy kitchen, the quiet of an exquisite meal. Alexandra had grown up in the very heartland of food production, and yet now she understood what food meant, and how much culture she had simply dismissed.
Upon completing her masters degree, Alexandra's lank angles had been replaced by round curves. Her harsh expression was softer and happier as well. The world had so much to offer, and she was going to partake as much as she could!
She took a year off from study and began to experiment in cooking. She visited with different chefs, made her own attempts at fusion cuisine, trying to tie together histories and cultures in many ways from logical to utterly bizarre. Her many creations ran an enormous gamut from completely unpalatable to rivalling anything a king had ever dined upon.
Alexandra's year of food had a great impact on her weight, she was now bigger than she ever had been before, but she saw it as a badge of the experiences she had allowed herself. It also had a great impact on her finances, all of her savings had been used up, it was time to paint again.
Once it was known that Alexandra was painting again friends and associates quickly put together a show for her, and she created several works to show off her new found appreciation of the world. The night of her show was very tense, everyone wanted to see what she had learned on her sabbaticals (for few knew what she had been up to, they assumed it was a sabbatical). When the art was revealed, it was as magical as everyone had expected.
However, when Alexandra waddled forth to accept her peers' acclaim, everyone fell silent. This wasn't the tortured Alexandra who saw the world through a scrappy, tortured light. Instead she was a fat, bourgeois consumer. She could barely stand the muttering as everyone quickly left, and few pieces of her work were actually purchased.
"But what's Alexandra going to do?" Basil asked as Sheila stopped speaking. "She's as good an artist as she ever was, what are these people thinking?"
Sheila just smiled, her eyes drooping partially shut.
Basil looked at her. "I know, I know, you need to sleep, I'll be back tomorrow."
Basil waited for a few moments. "Go, I'm eating. You'll hear the rest later!"
When Basil came back, Sheila was full, as usual, and ready to continue.
The Case of the Crash Diet - Continued.
The woman was successful at work. She was successful with her diet. She was having success in her personal life. She dressed for success. She felt successful, she was successful.
At work she was rewarded for her success with greater responsibilities. She travelled more to meet with bigger clients. When she met clients, it was usually in catered boardrooms, or going out to fancy restaurants. She knew she had earned her success, she had earned the right to eat well.
With a busy work and social life, the woman no longer stuck with the diet that had brought her success. She eased into her old eating habits, quickly, as her body had really missed them.
Before long she found her weight creeping back up. She promised herself she'd try to exercise more, but she never found time. She promised she'd go back on her old diet, but it would be impossible with the food she was expected to eat at the meetings that were making her so much more successful.
She had to switch out her wardrobe for bigger clothes, which she had luckily kept. She noticed that her social calendar had more and more holes in it. Without even thinking about it, these holes were filled with more food.
Her weight continued to climb, not so gradually any more. Contacts wondered if she was okay. Sales were starting to dry up. She found herself home more and more, filling the time with more and more food.
She reached the size she was before the merger. Her sales were falling drastically, she was home alone with her cats and her fridge more than ever, and even her fat clothes were becoming perilously tight. Life was as mundane as ever, but she had tasted something more, and mundane wasn't going to cut it anymore.
Without any warning or probation she was let go from the company. Her sales had fallen, her weight had grown, and they wondered how dedicated she really was.
The woman started a tailspin, she would stay at home for days, only venturing out in overly tight clothes to buy more food, or maybe some new clothes. She quickly ate up her severance package, and found herself heading out to collect unemployment.
At the unemployment office she ran into one of her friends. Her friend commented on how big the woman had become, and why it had happened. The woman broke down into tears, explaining the crash diet, the new pressures and everything she had to do for work, and how it all came undone, and things were worse than ever.
Her friend consoled her, and told her that it wasn't right, that a job shouldn't have such control over her life. She consulted with some lawyers to see if the woman had a case against her company. It turned out that a lawyer, named Arnold, was actually looking for such a case, and would represent the woman in court pro bono.
The woman met with the lawyer. He was incredibly large, far larger than she was, in fact. He liked to eat while they met, and while he was very well mannered at the meetings, he did eat a lot. The woman found herself eating a lot too as they met.
As the case made its way through the various stages of the legal process, the stress was incredible on the woman. She continued to eat and gain weight, and Arnold even suggested that her increased weight would help the case.
Arnold took care of her, paying her rent, her food and clothing out of his own pocket. With his support, she became somewhat famous. Her weight skyrocketed, and by the time the court case was decided in her favour, she was Arnold's equal in girth, despite his own weight gain over the time.
The woman received a generous settlement that allowed her to live an idle life on a pacific island. She enjoyed both her fame in a groundbreaking case, and the ever growing frame that won her riches.
One of her favourite things was to read her fan mail, about the men and women who had learned to stand up for themselves, and gaining acceptance in a world that still hated fat.
The first letter she received was from Alexandra, a painter who overcame prejudice to gain acceptance amongst her peers.
Alexandra: A Painter's Story - Part One
Alexandra grew up in an ordinary family, in an ordinary agricultural town. Her parents worked on a farm. Her aunts and uncles worked on farms. Her grandparents had worked on farms, her cousins worked on farms. Everyone worked on a farm, except Alexandra. She wanted to paint.
From an early age she would create with her crayons and finger paints. She created images of fields of wheat, fields of corn, barns, silos and scenes from the country fair. No one had seen a child with so much interest in farming before her.
It wasn't until Alexandra was a teenager that people began to realise she painted farms because farms were all she saw. She hated farms, and when all her friends went to work on farms after school and in the summer, Alexandra desperately wanted to stay to herself and paint. She found herself often alone, and practically disowned by her family.
Aside from farming, Alexandra began to loathe ordinary agricultural town life itself. All her life she had eaten the same hearty home cooking. While she was an average size for the girls in the town, she was far bigger than any of the girls seen on TV. Alexandra longed to look like them, to be a real person!
The day Alexandra graduated from high school she took her meagre savings and travelled to the coast to attend school and become a real painter.
Alexandra's techniques were very well honed for an amateur, and her works blossomed with new inspirations and experiences. She earned a scholarship that covered her educational expenses, but she needed money to cover her living expenses. She naively went the 'starving artist' route, trying to sell paintings wherever she could. Alas, her well fed heartland body was far too fat to garner her any success as a starving artist.
Alexandra had to settle for menial jobs at fast food and small retail outlets. Soon she really was a starving artist though, and she revelled as years of well fed farm flab melted off her, and she gained the jaded, angular look that artists were to have.
She quit her jobs and began to sell her paintings. She began to develop a standing in the local art community, her paintings were better than ever, and she was among the thinnest artists on the scene too.
When she graduated with her bachelor of art history, she had numerous invitations to create paintings for prestigious collectors. Alexandra spent a year travelling the world, painting for the rich and famous in exotic and cosmopolitan locales.
When she came home, she was thinner, more angular than ever. One of her friends commented that with all that great food, it was a wonder that Alexandra could stay so thing. Alexandra replied that she was travelling to paint, not to eat. She was admonished, so few people get a chance to visit as many cultures as Alexandra had, if she didn't eat the local cuisine, everyone would think she was some sort of hick farm girl.
Alexandra had worked so hard to escape the farm, the very thought that anyone could still see her as hick enraged her. She exploded at her friends, and vowed to show them just how cultured she could be.
She worked on a masters degree, studying with renowned artists and historians across the globe. This time though, she took the time to focus on the culture, history, art and food of the various lands she came to.
Alexandra was extremely glad to have had her eyes opened. Painting was such a small part of life, of culture, of history. She learned about other forms of art, sculpture, poetry, dance, and cooking. Alexandra learned how cooking could encapsulate so much about a culture, the history of their land, contact with other cultures, what they value among the different classes. Tastes, textures, smells, techniques, the sounds of a busy kitchen, the quiet of an exquisite meal. Alexandra had grown up in the very heartland of food production, and yet now she understood what food meant, and how much culture she had simply dismissed.
Upon completing her masters degree, Alexandra's lank angles had been replaced by round curves. Her harsh expression was softer and happier as well. The world had so much to offer, and she was going to partake as much as she could!
She took a year off from study and began to experiment in cooking. She visited with different chefs, made her own attempts at fusion cuisine, trying to tie together histories and cultures in many ways from logical to utterly bizarre. Her many creations ran an enormous gamut from completely unpalatable to rivalling anything a king had ever dined upon.
Alexandra's year of food had a great impact on her weight, she was now bigger than she ever had been before, but she saw it as a badge of the experiences she had allowed herself. It also had a great impact on her finances, all of her savings had been used up, it was time to paint again.
Once it was known that Alexandra was painting again friends and associates quickly put together a show for her, and she created several works to show off her new found appreciation of the world. The night of her show was very tense, everyone wanted to see what she had learned on her sabbaticals (for few knew what she had been up to, they assumed it was a sabbatical). When the art was revealed, it was as magical as everyone had expected.
However, when Alexandra waddled forth to accept her peers' acclaim, everyone fell silent. This wasn't the tortured Alexandra who saw the world through a scrappy, tortured light. Instead she was a fat, bourgeois consumer. She could barely stand the muttering as everyone quickly left, and few pieces of her work were actually purchased.
"But what's Alexandra going to do?" Basil asked as Sheila stopped speaking. "She's as good an artist as she ever was, what are these people thinking?"
Sheila just smiled, her eyes drooping partially shut.
Basil looked at her. "I know, I know, you need to sleep, I'll be back tomorrow."
Labels: A Journey to Fat Acceptance, Adiposity Nights, Alexandra: A Painter's Story, fiction, Part One, Part Two, The Case of the Crash Diet, weight gain
Thursday, June 12, 2008
1001 Adiposity Nights: A Journey to Fat Acceptance - Part Two, Hog's Revenge - Part One
Sheila's eyes fluttered open to see Basil standing over the bed, a cart full of food containers right behind him. "Finish the food, finish the story, or else." He left her alone.
Sheila groaned at the thought of eating more, but she simply had no other option. She certainly wasn't going to let Basil kill her, and she definitely wasn't going to let him move on to his next murder.
Basil practically bounded into the room as she finished off her last bite of cake that evening. He sat down, looking at her expectantly.
Without another word Sheila continued the story.
A Journey to Fat Acceptance Continued
Keith was with his friends, they were all looking around the bar for some fat girls to take hogging. Keith was trying to find Michelle, but he wasn't having any luck.
It suddenly dawned on Keith that Michelle was putting him through some sort of elaborate ruse, a sort of reverse hogging. Were his friends in on it? Was his girlfriend going to know? What was she doing to do?
Suddenly one of his friends tapped him on the shoulder and introduced him to a girl, saying that she'd wanted to meet Keith by pointing him out. Keith turned to the fat college girl and paused a moment. She wasn't all that fat, not by hogging standards, but she certainly wasn't skinny. Her hair, clothes and makeup were typical of the college girls trying to be more than they were. He took a quick last scan for Michelle before finally deciding to take his latest conquest to a back table and lie to her about how he was going to change his life. On this night of all nights though, his heart just wasn't in it.
When they sat down Keith was shocked. When the frumpy, tasteless hog first opened her mouth, it was Michelle, boasting that she'd said no one would recognise her. Hearing her scolding voice, seeing her bright, intelligent smile showed Keith at once that this was truly Michelle, and that her plan really had worked.
He took another look at her. Her refined makeup was replaced by a cheap plastic look. Her expensive haircut had been assaulted by some sort of gardening implement. Her formerly curvy body was now crammed into off the rack clothing so small that there were bulges of flesh grotesquely hanging over every seam. She truly looked the part of a hog.
Over the course of the evening, Michelle went on and on about what she'd gone through to get to this point, but Keith started to tune her out, like he did with all his other hogging dates. He couldn't get over how fat and tacky Michelle had become, and he really didn't care about her so called hardships. He had a reputation to protect, and it could come crashing down quite easily if anyone happened to figure out who Michelle was.
The hogs were invited to the dining club the next week, and like usual they were as dolled up as their limited means would allow. As per usual they were humiliated by the men and their real girlfriends.
Michelle was in touch the next day. She was impressed by Keith's performance, she genuinely felt like he was disinterestedly leading her on and setting her up to fail. And now that she'd spent some time with the other jilted girls, she knew how hideous the practise was, absolutely destroying any fragile self esteem the girls had had. She also set their next hogging date for him.
Keith was kind of dreading his next encounter with Michelle. He wasn't sure if he could possibly make a life with her and maintain his status in society. She was just so common now, so fat!
Michelle's appearance had changed again. Keith couldn't believe how much larger she'd gotten in a mere month. While she was a borderline hog before, she was one for sure now. Her hair colour was changed, and her makeup was different enough that it would be easy to mistake her for a different woman.
Michelle had concocted a plan though. She knew that Keith and his girlfriend weren't particularly fond of each other. She also knew that Keith's girlfriend was an especially cruel supporter of hogging. Michelle suggested that Keith and Michelle could date regularly, under cover of setting Michelle up for the greatest hogging fall of all time. Then once school was done, they could move on, Michelle could lose her weight and blend back into high society.
Keith was almost disappointed when his girlfriend's insistence that he follow through on Michelle's plan. He wasn't sure which was worse, getting to know just how nasty his girlfriend could be, or being forced to spend so much time with a hog.
Keith and Michelle began seeing each other on a regular basis. She would get all tarted up in cheap makeup and an outlet dress a size too small and join him at the exclusive restaurants and clubs of their world. She always ate with a voracious appetite, really playing up the part of someone trying to soak in as much culture as she could.
Even though they saw each other often, it was difficult for them to get time alone. When Keith's friends were around she played the part of a rube so perfectly, it caught him off guard when she reverted to her normal honest, intelligent, warm self when they really were alone.
Even though their time alone was fleeting, Keith was starting to enjoy them. Michelle was such a stark contrast to his snooty and rather dull girlfriend that he started looking forward to his dates with Michelle, no matter how much a hog she had become.
After several months of dating, Keith's girlfriend suggested that he go all the way with Michelle. Keith and his girlfriend rarely had sex with each other, and it was a fairly open secret they weren't so fond of each other. Keith supposed this was her way of punishing him. Keith was eager to sleep with Michelle again though. She was by far the best girl he'd ever been in bed with.
It was no act Michelle when Michelle squealed with joy when she heard the news. Keith was suddenly apprehensive. The girl he'd had sex with was a soft love bunny. The girl he was going to have sex with was a mountain of white trash flab.
When they were finally alone in Keith's apartment Michelle was all over him. Keith tried to slow things down, he was repulsed by her pale flesh rippling in giant waves as she moved. Michelle was aggressive and she used her superior size to overwhelm him. Afterwards he felt very strange, with her soft body pressed up against him.
For their next date she took him on a reverse hogging. She took him to meet all her fat friends at an all you can eat buffet. Seeing Michelle next to her friends, he realised how big she was getting. As he watched her eat plate after plate of greasy grub though, he suddenly wondered why she wasn't bigger.
Meeting Michelle's friends was truly excruciating. The views they held of the world, the priorities they had in their lives, and the sheer misplaced vanity made him wonder if they didn't deserve their hoggings. It was painful to see Michelle fitting in with them. He knew she was going to be so much more once she was free of this atmosphere.
He was also looking forward to her losing some weight.
When they had sex Michelle continued to force herself upon Keith, and he continued to experience the weird sensations of trying to get his arms around her every expanding corpulence. He was thankful to have her company though, even if he had to share her attention with her food.
As they reached their first year anniversary, Michelle had become the queen of the hogs. She had gained a tremendous amount of weight, Keith could scarcely recognise her as the aristocratic girl he had once proudly dated. She moved around with a slow waddle, then enthusiastic skip in her step long over whelmed. They could only eat at select restaurants and clubs that had seats which were wide enough to accommodate her. They had actually been banned from an all you can eat Chinese food buffet they went to on their slummy dates!
During sex she found it much easier to let Keith take control. He still wasn't fond of how awkward she was to penetrate, or even get his arms around, but he had become accustomed to her massive form taking up most of the bed as they cuddled.
Keith's girlfriend was now preparing to lower the boom on Michelle. Keith was going to get Michelle a big make over, and have her come to his graduation ceremony where she'd meet Keith's real girlfriend at last, and see what a fool she'd been. Keith's girlfriend was so excited that she actually wanted to have sex with him!
Keith was relieved to again have sex with a normal, skinny girl. However he was sorely disappointed. Her body was hard, angular and just seemed devoid of any character or beauty. He found himself longing for Michelle's massive thighs, mountainous belly and overflowing breasts. Cuddling afterwards was a cold, empty affair.
Going back to dating Michelle, he could suddenly see past her hog facade. She was still beautiful, and her round body was actually very attractive. Her body moved in a rhythm all its own, there was a poetry that he had simply never seen before.
Sex went from being a chore to being a pleasure for Keith, and he was becoming much more aggressive, becoming impatient as she finished her desserts, or slowly waddled to the bedroom.
After receiving her extensive makeover Michelle looked like a million dollars. Keith's jaw absolutely dropped when he saw her. The hog facade was completely removed, and compared to the other scrawny women in the room, Michelle's radiant beauty was undeniable.
As the evening wore on, They knew that Michelle's humiliation was coming. It was just a matter of how it would take place. But before anything could happen, Michelle was actually recognised by one of her old friends.
Word quickly swept through the party, as convoluted stories of Keith cheating on his girlfriend with a hog, or of Michelle duping Keith with her facade. The plans changed, Michelle's humiliation never came, but the damage to their relation ship was done. Keith lost both his girlfriend and Michelle, and the only way to repair his reputation was to denounce the both of them.
A few months later Keith was dating another anorexic blue blood, wishing he could get things to work out with Michelle. He managed to get in touch with her again, and she had changed her attitude towards him. She'd decided that she rather enjoyed the 'hog role' she'd been playing. It was wrong to think she was better than her new friends, just different.
Michelle managed to bring her two worlds together, working with her friends to use her money wisely. She and Keith would meet from time to time, and she always seemed more beautiful than the last.
Keith continued to pine for the fun girl that Michelle was, until he heard about another girl they'd know. She was new money, like Michelle. She had a much more raunchy reputation than Michelle, but they had been friends when they were younger. Keith had had lots of fun with her, though they'd grown apart over time. Keith heard that her father had passed away though, and left a bizarre trust fund where she was required to gain weight to gain her money. Keith learned that there was an opening on the trust board, and he volunteered right away.
Sheila sighed heavily. She was sleepy, but Basil still had his rope. She smiled at him, "Just wait until you see what happens to Michelle!"
Hog's Revenge - Part One
Michelle had a lot of anger. She'd been born to a good life, but had been taught how important it was to work hard, and to be responsible. It turned out that many of her peers were immune to such lessons. One of the worst examples was something they called 'hogging', where they would dupe fat women into thinking a better life was calling, but to humiliate them instead.
She had believed she had found someone different though, someone who she could share her views, loves and losses with. She even came up with a plan to have him to herself. She had masqueraded as a hog herself, living a low life, gaining vast amounts of weight to play the part. In the end though, he seemed no different to her. He continued to date tiny women of questionable intelligence and morals.
The worst part was her life had been irrevocably changed. After spending a year living life as hog, she learned to love it. She liked the cheap make up, the wacky clothes, the anything for fun attitude of the other victims of hogging. Even though the weight she gained hampered her mobility, and her ability to fit into many places in society, she even enjoyed that. She had discovered there was incredible food to be had at any price, and she just couldn't get enough of it.
She worked with her friends to put her own resources to good use. They created campaigns that raised awareness of body image issues. They ensured that food was distributed equitably around the world, so everyone had a fair chance at a decent meal, and everyone could have a treat from time to time.
It made her very angry though that she was now an outsider in the blue blood world. Her independent thinking had always set her apart, but now her enormous girth and love of affordable accoutrements made her a pariah. She wished that she could truly make a change to their attitudes, to truly affect the people who could make the world a better place.
Eventually one of Michelle's friends, Peggy, suggested that rich people are always susceptible to blackmail, they simply needed to find the right approach.
Over time, Michelle and her friends finally assembled a conspiracy. Peggy would fake her death, leaving a long and detailed note explaining how her life had taken a downward spiral because of her 'hogging' experience with Arnold. Michelle's conspiracy included law enforcement personnel who would give Arnold the chance to cover up Peggy's 'death' on special conditions.
Their plan went into effect. Arnold was working his way up to partner at a law firm that handled many human rights and feminist issues. It would be disastrous for his past hogging to come to light. He quickly agreed to pay the price, assuming they wanted money.
It was revenge they wanted though: Arnold was to gain weight until he reached the size of Michelle, the one who's life was ruined most. The real reason Michelle was chosen was because she was simply the largest in the conspiracy.
Sheila slapped her hands on her stomach and announced, "It's sleepy time. Come back tomorrow."
Basil looked a little disappointed, wanting to see Michelle's revenge, but he nodded and left the room as Sheila lay down.
Sheila groaned at the thought of eating more, but she simply had no other option. She certainly wasn't going to let Basil kill her, and she definitely wasn't going to let him move on to his next murder.
Basil practically bounded into the room as she finished off her last bite of cake that evening. He sat down, looking at her expectantly.
Without another word Sheila continued the story.
A Journey to Fat Acceptance Continued
Keith was with his friends, they were all looking around the bar for some fat girls to take hogging. Keith was trying to find Michelle, but he wasn't having any luck.
It suddenly dawned on Keith that Michelle was putting him through some sort of elaborate ruse, a sort of reverse hogging. Were his friends in on it? Was his girlfriend going to know? What was she doing to do?
Suddenly one of his friends tapped him on the shoulder and introduced him to a girl, saying that she'd wanted to meet Keith by pointing him out. Keith turned to the fat college girl and paused a moment. She wasn't all that fat, not by hogging standards, but she certainly wasn't skinny. Her hair, clothes and makeup were typical of the college girls trying to be more than they were. He took a quick last scan for Michelle before finally deciding to take his latest conquest to a back table and lie to her about how he was going to change his life. On this night of all nights though, his heart just wasn't in it.
When they sat down Keith was shocked. When the frumpy, tasteless hog first opened her mouth, it was Michelle, boasting that she'd said no one would recognise her. Hearing her scolding voice, seeing her bright, intelligent smile showed Keith at once that this was truly Michelle, and that her plan really had worked.
He took another look at her. Her refined makeup was replaced by a cheap plastic look. Her expensive haircut had been assaulted by some sort of gardening implement. Her formerly curvy body was now crammed into off the rack clothing so small that there were bulges of flesh grotesquely hanging over every seam. She truly looked the part of a hog.
Over the course of the evening, Michelle went on and on about what she'd gone through to get to this point, but Keith started to tune her out, like he did with all his other hogging dates. He couldn't get over how fat and tacky Michelle had become, and he really didn't care about her so called hardships. He had a reputation to protect, and it could come crashing down quite easily if anyone happened to figure out who Michelle was.
The hogs were invited to the dining club the next week, and like usual they were as dolled up as their limited means would allow. As per usual they were humiliated by the men and their real girlfriends.
Michelle was in touch the next day. She was impressed by Keith's performance, she genuinely felt like he was disinterestedly leading her on and setting her up to fail. And now that she'd spent some time with the other jilted girls, she knew how hideous the practise was, absolutely destroying any fragile self esteem the girls had had. She also set their next hogging date for him.
Keith was kind of dreading his next encounter with Michelle. He wasn't sure if he could possibly make a life with her and maintain his status in society. She was just so common now, so fat!
Michelle's appearance had changed again. Keith couldn't believe how much larger she'd gotten in a mere month. While she was a borderline hog before, she was one for sure now. Her hair colour was changed, and her makeup was different enough that it would be easy to mistake her for a different woman.
Michelle had concocted a plan though. She knew that Keith and his girlfriend weren't particularly fond of each other. She also knew that Keith's girlfriend was an especially cruel supporter of hogging. Michelle suggested that Keith and Michelle could date regularly, under cover of setting Michelle up for the greatest hogging fall of all time. Then once school was done, they could move on, Michelle could lose her weight and blend back into high society.
Keith was almost disappointed when his girlfriend's insistence that he follow through on Michelle's plan. He wasn't sure which was worse, getting to know just how nasty his girlfriend could be, or being forced to spend so much time with a hog.
Keith and Michelle began seeing each other on a regular basis. She would get all tarted up in cheap makeup and an outlet dress a size too small and join him at the exclusive restaurants and clubs of their world. She always ate with a voracious appetite, really playing up the part of someone trying to soak in as much culture as she could.
Even though they saw each other often, it was difficult for them to get time alone. When Keith's friends were around she played the part of a rube so perfectly, it caught him off guard when she reverted to her normal honest, intelligent, warm self when they really were alone.
Even though their time alone was fleeting, Keith was starting to enjoy them. Michelle was such a stark contrast to his snooty and rather dull girlfriend that he started looking forward to his dates with Michelle, no matter how much a hog she had become.
After several months of dating, Keith's girlfriend suggested that he go all the way with Michelle. Keith and his girlfriend rarely had sex with each other, and it was a fairly open secret they weren't so fond of each other. Keith supposed this was her way of punishing him. Keith was eager to sleep with Michelle again though. She was by far the best girl he'd ever been in bed with.
It was no act Michelle when Michelle squealed with joy when she heard the news. Keith was suddenly apprehensive. The girl he'd had sex with was a soft love bunny. The girl he was going to have sex with was a mountain of white trash flab.
When they were finally alone in Keith's apartment Michelle was all over him. Keith tried to slow things down, he was repulsed by her pale flesh rippling in giant waves as she moved. Michelle was aggressive and she used her superior size to overwhelm him. Afterwards he felt very strange, with her soft body pressed up against him.
For their next date she took him on a reverse hogging. She took him to meet all her fat friends at an all you can eat buffet. Seeing Michelle next to her friends, he realised how big she was getting. As he watched her eat plate after plate of greasy grub though, he suddenly wondered why she wasn't bigger.
Meeting Michelle's friends was truly excruciating. The views they held of the world, the priorities they had in their lives, and the sheer misplaced vanity made him wonder if they didn't deserve their hoggings. It was painful to see Michelle fitting in with them. He knew she was going to be so much more once she was free of this atmosphere.
He was also looking forward to her losing some weight.
When they had sex Michelle continued to force herself upon Keith, and he continued to experience the weird sensations of trying to get his arms around her every expanding corpulence. He was thankful to have her company though, even if he had to share her attention with her food.
As they reached their first year anniversary, Michelle had become the queen of the hogs. She had gained a tremendous amount of weight, Keith could scarcely recognise her as the aristocratic girl he had once proudly dated. She moved around with a slow waddle, then enthusiastic skip in her step long over whelmed. They could only eat at select restaurants and clubs that had seats which were wide enough to accommodate her. They had actually been banned from an all you can eat Chinese food buffet they went to on their slummy dates!
During sex she found it much easier to let Keith take control. He still wasn't fond of how awkward she was to penetrate, or even get his arms around, but he had become accustomed to her massive form taking up most of the bed as they cuddled.
Keith's girlfriend was now preparing to lower the boom on Michelle. Keith was going to get Michelle a big make over, and have her come to his graduation ceremony where she'd meet Keith's real girlfriend at last, and see what a fool she'd been. Keith's girlfriend was so excited that she actually wanted to have sex with him!
Keith was relieved to again have sex with a normal, skinny girl. However he was sorely disappointed. Her body was hard, angular and just seemed devoid of any character or beauty. He found himself longing for Michelle's massive thighs, mountainous belly and overflowing breasts. Cuddling afterwards was a cold, empty affair.
Going back to dating Michelle, he could suddenly see past her hog facade. She was still beautiful, and her round body was actually very attractive. Her body moved in a rhythm all its own, there was a poetry that he had simply never seen before.
Sex went from being a chore to being a pleasure for Keith, and he was becoming much more aggressive, becoming impatient as she finished her desserts, or slowly waddled to the bedroom.
After receiving her extensive makeover Michelle looked like a million dollars. Keith's jaw absolutely dropped when he saw her. The hog facade was completely removed, and compared to the other scrawny women in the room, Michelle's radiant beauty was undeniable.
As the evening wore on, They knew that Michelle's humiliation was coming. It was just a matter of how it would take place. But before anything could happen, Michelle was actually recognised by one of her old friends.
Word quickly swept through the party, as convoluted stories of Keith cheating on his girlfriend with a hog, or of Michelle duping Keith with her facade. The plans changed, Michelle's humiliation never came, but the damage to their relation ship was done. Keith lost both his girlfriend and Michelle, and the only way to repair his reputation was to denounce the both of them.
A few months later Keith was dating another anorexic blue blood, wishing he could get things to work out with Michelle. He managed to get in touch with her again, and she had changed her attitude towards him. She'd decided that she rather enjoyed the 'hog role' she'd been playing. It was wrong to think she was better than her new friends, just different.
Michelle managed to bring her two worlds together, working with her friends to use her money wisely. She and Keith would meet from time to time, and she always seemed more beautiful than the last.
Keith continued to pine for the fun girl that Michelle was, until he heard about another girl they'd know. She was new money, like Michelle. She had a much more raunchy reputation than Michelle, but they had been friends when they were younger. Keith had had lots of fun with her, though they'd grown apart over time. Keith heard that her father had passed away though, and left a bizarre trust fund where she was required to gain weight to gain her money. Keith learned that there was an opening on the trust board, and he volunteered right away.
Sheila sighed heavily. She was sleepy, but Basil still had his rope. She smiled at him, "Just wait until you see what happens to Michelle!"
Hog's Revenge - Part One
Michelle had a lot of anger. She'd been born to a good life, but had been taught how important it was to work hard, and to be responsible. It turned out that many of her peers were immune to such lessons. One of the worst examples was something they called 'hogging', where they would dupe fat women into thinking a better life was calling, but to humiliate them instead.
She had believed she had found someone different though, someone who she could share her views, loves and losses with. She even came up with a plan to have him to herself. She had masqueraded as a hog herself, living a low life, gaining vast amounts of weight to play the part. In the end though, he seemed no different to her. He continued to date tiny women of questionable intelligence and morals.
The worst part was her life had been irrevocably changed. After spending a year living life as hog, she learned to love it. She liked the cheap make up, the wacky clothes, the anything for fun attitude of the other victims of hogging. Even though the weight she gained hampered her mobility, and her ability to fit into many places in society, she even enjoyed that. She had discovered there was incredible food to be had at any price, and she just couldn't get enough of it.
She worked with her friends to put her own resources to good use. They created campaigns that raised awareness of body image issues. They ensured that food was distributed equitably around the world, so everyone had a fair chance at a decent meal, and everyone could have a treat from time to time.
It made her very angry though that she was now an outsider in the blue blood world. Her independent thinking had always set her apart, but now her enormous girth and love of affordable accoutrements made her a pariah. She wished that she could truly make a change to their attitudes, to truly affect the people who could make the world a better place.
Eventually one of Michelle's friends, Peggy, suggested that rich people are always susceptible to blackmail, they simply needed to find the right approach.
Over time, Michelle and her friends finally assembled a conspiracy. Peggy would fake her death, leaving a long and detailed note explaining how her life had taken a downward spiral because of her 'hogging' experience with Arnold. Michelle's conspiracy included law enforcement personnel who would give Arnold the chance to cover up Peggy's 'death' on special conditions.
Their plan went into effect. Arnold was working his way up to partner at a law firm that handled many human rights and feminist issues. It would be disastrous for his past hogging to come to light. He quickly agreed to pay the price, assuming they wanted money.
It was revenge they wanted though: Arnold was to gain weight until he reached the size of Michelle, the one who's life was ruined most. The real reason Michelle was chosen was because she was simply the largest in the conspiracy.
Sheila slapped her hands on her stomach and announced, "It's sleepy time. Come back tomorrow."
Basil looked a little disappointed, wanting to see Michelle's revenge, but he nodded and left the room as Sheila lay down.
Labels: A Journey to Fat Acceptance, Adiposity Nights, FA, ffa, fiction, Hog's Revenge, Part One, Part Two, weight gain
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
