MsCezanne's Odyssey

Basil came in that evening with a full cart for Sheila. She dug right into the food immediately. When she realised he was still waiting, she sneered at him a little, "Come back after I've eaten!"

A few hours later Basil was back, and Sheila continued.

The Waitress - Continued

If all the waitress's friends had thought she was fat before, what would they think of her now? Her uniforms were all plus sized now, and she was getting new ones faster than ever.

The restaurant was very busy, going from one waitress to a full staff, and since she had seniority, she ended up being in charge. She started working with the new manager, and found that she much preferred a desk job to being on her feet all day.

She continued to work with the chef tasting all the new foods they were preparing, and she worked with the entire cooking staff, ensuring that the food quality was there to the last bite.

With the restaurant's owner Anthony focusing on his own weight gain, the manager and chef were focusing on their own careers and expanding the restaurant brand, the waitress found herself running the restaurant herself.

Whereas Anthony and Alexandra, the fantastically obese painter who had instigated their success, and weight gain, had their own tables to eat out in the restaurant, she would take her meals in her office in the back. Whenever there were problems with the patrons, and Anthony and the manager were unavailable, she only reluctantly got to her feet to deal with the problem.

One day the new head waitress lead someone into her office. The patron was annoyed about something, and absolutely furious that the manager wouldn't come out to see him. The waitress didn't want to deal with it, she'd just finished off three new desserts, and was pretty sure she'd lose some buttons on her shirt if she tried to get up.

When she saw that the patron was Murray an award winning TV producer, her heart sank. He could sink the restaurant with one news bite!

Just as the waitress tried to regain her power of speach, she noticed that Murray's jaw had dropped too.

He spoke first, "Madam, it is a sincere pleasure to meet you." He smiled, "Please don't get up." He waited a moment for the other waitress to leave before continuing. "I had no idea this place was had such exquisite taste in management."

The waitress paused, not sure what was happening, "Um. What can I do for you sir?"

"Please, for you, it's Murray. I would like you to join me for a drink later, after closing. I insist."

She paused again. "You're asking me on a date?"

"I am."

"But don't you produce Vixens, Vixens of the Coast, and all those shows about skinny girls?"

"I do."

"Don't you think I'm kind of fat?"

"Let me tell you something sweetheart. I produce shows that make money. If people want to see skinny girls, I'll give them skinny girls. I want a woman with some substance." He had a broad smile on his face.

The waitress giggled.

"Okay, I'll pick you up after closing." He turned and left her office.

The waitress sprang to her feet and did her happy dance, several buttons from her shirt flew across the office.

The date went very well. It lead to another, and another, and soon all the celebrity news stories were about Murray and his fat mistress.

When they got married, there was speculation as to how fat she could possibly get.

When she finally quit her job at Anthony's restaurant, she realised that Alexandra wasn't so big at all.

Murray - The Producer's Wife

Murray was a respected TV producer. He was currently the force behind the 'Vixens' series of TV shows. There was 'Vixens', 'Vixens of the Coast', 'Vixens in the City' and 'Vixens on the Strip'. All the shows detailed the drama of the lives of young attractive women. Each series focused around different careers, but the mainstay formula was young attractive and thin women who appealed to male viewers eyes, and their ordeals that appealed to female viewers sensibilities.

He had reputation for a 'golden touch', because in addition to 'Vixens' he'd had several other successful shows. He didn't mind the reputation, but he knew that he had as many failed shows as successful ones, and then twice as many pilots that went nowhere, and untold productions that were dismissed while mere concepts. He worked very hard to earn his 'golden touch', and he knew it could vanish with one bad day.

Because all his shows featured thin women, it was widely accepted that he liked his women young and lean. Adding to his reputation of only enjoying the company of skinny young women were his three highly publicised divorces. In each case, the women were thin when they married, and fat when they divorced. Everyone believed he'd instigated the divorce because of their weight gain.

Since he lived on the myth of the 'golden touch', and the myth that he loved only tiny women in their 20s, Murray did little to contradict either myth. The truth was, Murray hated thin women! He liked his women chubby, fat even. If he ever dared admit the truth, he'd probably say he liked women who weighed hundreds and hundreds of pounds, like that painter Alexandra.

In all three of his marriages he had encouraged the women to gain weight. They all had, but found themselves shut out of the Hollywood they expected to gain access to through marriage to Murray because of their weight. Each woman was given his profits from a Vixens show (hence the need for four), in order to remain silent about the real reasons they gained weight.

Murray continued to date thin women, hoping he might find one interesting enough to not care about how she looked, but he really couldn't. In Hollywood it was impossible to find a girl with any real curves. Despite appearing to have everything he could want, he felt like he couldn't have the one thing he did.

That night he was on another date with another aspiring bimbo who was more interested in starring in 'Vixen: Whatever' that spending any time with Murray. He had chosen a new restaurant that had become famous because the beautifully fat painter Alexandra had designed the menu. He had hoped to get a chance to meet her, but she wasn't around when they were seated. He thought that maybe she was in the back, so he demanded to see the manager at once.

He was surprised to learn that the manager was a man, and that he was busy. Murray then demanded to see the owner, hoping that was Alexandra. Again, he was wrong, it was some man named Anthony (so that's where the name "Anthony's Place" had come from). The waitress offered to take him to see the head waitress, who was in charge for the evening. He didn't really want to talk to a waitress. In Hollywood 'waitress' was slang for a bimbo who didn't have a job. He looked over at his date and signed. He might as well trade one bimbo for another.

He was getting ready to tear a strip off the woman running the place. She was obviously inadequate to the task, and if the restaurant wanted success, they would do better than having a hack in charge!

The moment he walked into the back office though his rage melted right away. The woman seated behind the desk was stunning! She wasn't remotely the stereotypical skinny actress either. She was curvy, fat even. She was wearing a tight uniform, but had taken care to do her hair and makeup. She was surrounded by paperwork, obviously in control of the situation.

He finally spoke to her, "Madam, it is a sincere pleasure to meet you. Please don't get up." He waited a moment for the waitress who had brought him back to leave before continuing. "I had no idea this place was had such exquisite taste in management."

The waitress looked up from her work, "Um. What can I do for you sir?"

"Please, for you, it's Murray. I would like you to join me for a drink later, after closing. I insist."

She thought for a moment. "You're asking me on a date?"

"I am." Murray's heart was pounding. He had never come across a woman so beautiful in all his years! Was it possible for him to be shot down?

"But don't you produce Vixens, Vixens of the Coast, and all those shows about skinny girls?"

"I do." Damn, he thought to himself, that again! Had he lived the lie too long?

"Don't you think I'm kind of fat?"

"Let me tell you something sweetheart. I produce shows that make money. If people want to see skinny girls, I'll give them skinny girls. I want a woman with some substance." He kept smiling, what was she thinking? Could he really get a girl like her?

She laughed.

Murray recognised a happy giggle when he heard one and was instantly relieved. "Okay, I'll pick you up after closing."

"But you've already told me how the story is going to end!" Basil interrupted.

"No," Sheila replied, "I've hinted at what happens next. I'll tell you how it ends tomorrow."

Labels: Adiposity Nights, FA, fiction, weight gain

Again Sheila woke up with a rumbling stomach. It seemed like an eternity before Basil came in with her cart of food.

When he did, it was half empty.

"Where's the food?"

"I, well, my plans have changed a little bit, that's all I have."

Sheila's face drooped slightly.

"I'll bring you more tonight..."

Sheila's face lit up.

"...if you tell me what happens to Anthony.

Anthony: The Model - Continued

No sooner had Anthony's agent filed the contract than Alexandra called him on the phone. She wanted him in her studio right away. Her studio was a 15 minute walk from the restaurant, so he headed right over.

He spent the afternoon trying on different outfits, doing different poses as Alexandra experimented with lighting. Finally she told him to hit the gym.

"I thought you wanted me to gain in weight?"

"I do, I do," she said, reaching into a box of doughnuts. "But I need to make the perfect first portait, and I want you in the gym. 6 hours a day, for a week."

"6 hours? But my restaurant?"

"Will survive. It'll be empty with or without you."

Anthony couldn't help but laugh.

He spent all week working harder in the gym than he ever had. He still dropped into the restaurant in the evenings, and sure enough, it was as empty as normal. He learned that Alexandra was coming by for lunch every day though.

He posed for the first portrait, and Alexandra worked feverishly on it. It took her a week to finish it, but it was truly magnificent. Anthony had always held himself in high opinion, but the man captured in oil and canvas was a genuine Greek God. Alexandra was very happy with it too, referring to it as perfection.

Now it was time for the hard work to begin.

Alexandra setup her own table in Anthony's restaurant. She worked with the chef, teaching him a great deal about flavours and textures, and soon he was turning out world class treats for Anthony to eat.

At first Anthony found it hard to eat all the food that Alexandra put in front of him, but through a little trial and error on her part, they found foods that he simply couldn't resist. As days turned into weeks, Anthony no longer felt like he was being forced to eat, but rather he was simply enjoying himself.

It didn't take very long for Anthony to undo his hard work at the gym either. Just as he began wondering if he needed new clothes, Alexandra spent the week doing his second portrait. With the second painting complete, she took him out and bought him a new suit that fit him much better.

Besides paying Anthony's sitting fee, Alexandra was also paying for his food bills at the restaurant. She was also having many of her own meals there. While he was still losing money on the restaurant, the sitting fee covered the difference, and he was able to keep paying his staff and bills, and actually put some money towards his debts.

By the time of his third portrait, Anthony could tell he was getting fat. He didn't feel like a whale or anything. In fact, he didn't feel very different at all. He had developed a soft belly with love handles and a rounded look to his face, along with a nascent double chin. He loved eating though. Alexandra and his chef kept bringing out a mix of his old favourites and new and exciting foods which usually became his new favourites.

Also by this time word had gotten out that Alexandra the Great (a reference to both her talent and size) was eating at Anthony's, as well as influencing the menu. It quickly changed from an empty business running out the string to a packed house that was turning an enormous daily profit.

As his business grew, Anthony hired more staff to handle the customer demand. He even hired a full time business manager: now he could focus on eating full time. Anthony started to grow faster than his profits.

In fact, now at his fifth portrait, Anthony was undeniably fat. In fact, he was starting to feel like a whale. He might have been a light weight next to Alexandra, but he was far bigger than he'd ever thought he'd be. His belly protruded far in front of him. His chin had doubled. His face was chubby. His arms and legs were coated a in sheath of soft fat that jiggled as he moved.

His biggest surprise was that he didn't mind it at all. He knew he was happy to make the sacrifice for the money. But he realised that being fat wasn't so bad. Heck, he ate great food all day long. He'd have done this for free. If he could afford it, he'd PAY for this food.

For the seventh portrait Anthony had already doubled his weight, and there were still 5 months left until the end of his year long contract. His chefs rarely brought him new foods any more: he'd tried so many different combinations by now he wondered if there was anything new to try. He didn't mind though, he could eat his favourites day and night for a week and not have the same thing twice.

His business manager and chef had managed to open a second location that was as busy as the primary location. Already investors were lining up to open his restaurants in more cities. There were also offers of book deals, interviews. Anything Anthony could delegate he did. Anything he had to do personally would wait: he was busy eating.

With the final portrait a year later, Anthony had gained far more weight than he or Alexandra had dreamed of. The entire series of portraits were masterpieces, but Anthony had developed such a joy for life that Alexandra easily expressed in the series' crowning achievement.

Anthony felt he was a living breathing work of art. His finely sculpted body was a series of soft curves and heavy folds. When he moved, his body moved in many wiggles and ripples. When he sat still, there was still a poetry in the way his body moved with each breath.

With his portraits becoming international sensations, Anthony was in high demand for interviews, biographies, and even roles as an actor. He finally took the time to allow such distractions, as long as he was allowed time to eat!

The Waitress - Part One

One might wonder the fate of Anthony's waitress in the face of the restaurant, and Anthony's growth.

She had spent her whole life in Hollywood's orbit. Her parents had both come to California to become movie stars. They hadn't succeeded, and they hadn't planned on having kids. While the waitress knew who her parents were, she had been raised by a variety of people: a commune of struggling actors, acrtress, writers and others whose dreams were failing on a daily basis.

Luckily for the waitress the people in her life were far too poor to afford drugs, so she avoided that trap. She did grow up learning that success in Hollywood was the only goal in life. Like her parents, their friends and her own friends, she entered a life of auditions, call backs and dead end 'temporary' jobs that lasted longer and longer between 'real' job prospects.

She thought she had found happiness with a boyfriend who was an artist. He claimed she was his muse, and painted dozens of pictures of her. One day she came home from an audition to find him painting pictures of his 'true muse'. She stormed out on him, but quickly realised she was now homeless and penniless.

Serendipity lead her to a restaurant that was being renovated a few blocks away. The owner was just putting up a 'help wanted sign' when she offered her self up for the smallest amount of money she figured she could live on. Like any struggling actress, she had an extensive resume and references for waiting tables, and she was hired.

She knew that the restaurant was like all the others she'd worked for: an ambitious owner sure that his restaurant would be different than the other thousand that had come and gone on the very same spot. It didn't matter, there would be pay, there would be kitchen scraps, it's all she needed.

The restaurant was different though. Sure, it was staffed by other Hollywood burnouts, but it was owned by someone who had tried and failed too. He knew exactly what the staff were going through, and he treated them like human beings, rather than disposable garbage. The pay sucked, but at least she was having fun.

Her ex boyfriend found out that she had a real job and quickly took her back. She knew he'd cheat on her again, but he lived close to work, and the sex was fantastic, so why not?

What set Anthony's apart from all the other restaurants she'd worked at was that he let the staff eat from the kitchen. He wasn't policing the fridge, so as long as they weren't too ostentatious, they could eat for free.

The waitress had never eaten regularly. When growing up food was scarce, and in the rare times it wasn't, everyone told her that getting fat was the worst thing that could happen. She simply accepted that life meant hunger. Now that she could eat real food, it was a luxury beyond imagination!

The chef, she learned, was quite good. He enjoyed making her different meals from the various dished he'd prepped but never served. Everything he made seemed haven sent, and she found that she couldn't get enough.

Before long she had a very odd sensation: her clothes became tight. One morning when she was dressing for work, no matter how hard she tried, the button on her pants just wouldn't do up. She was mortified, and tried to hide it from her boss. He must've noticed though, the next day he had a brand new uniform for her.

The waitress began to revel in the changes in her body. She was no longer rail thin! She had curves! She had bounce! She had something for her boyfriends to grope!

Over time the waitress continued to enjoy the chef's cooking, and over time she outgrew two more uniforms. Over time, she had transformed from curvy to fat.

Her boyfriend didn't like the way her swollen belly stuck out, or the way her cellulite ridden thighs touched when she stood. Even her round breasts had become more than the handful he enjoyed. Again she found herself homeless, but this time she wasn't penniless.

She found herself staying with a variety of her old friends. Their places were rarely any better than the places they'd grown up in, but a roof was a roof, even if the bed was little more than a stained throw rug.

All of her friends commented on how different she was, and they were all shocked that she had gotten so fat. The waitress didn't mind at all. She knew where her next meal was coming from which was more than most of them could say.

One of the biggest shocks of her life was seeing Alexandra, a famous painter, walk into Anthony's restaurant. She'd seen fat people on TV, she'd even seen them on the street from time to time, but this was the first time she had ever seen a fat woman up close.

She couldn't help but smile, all her friends who teased her about being fat had no idea what fat was! Alexandra walked in this slow, exaggerated waddle. The waitress tried to imagine what it must be like, being genuinely obese, rather than just a little chubby.

She didn't have to wonder long though! Alexandra had hired Anthony to gain weight. The waitress was flabbergasted that he'd do it. She was even more shocked to learn that she was part of his inspiration. She'd never thought she could inspire anyone, much less her boss!

Alexandra worked with the chef to create food to fatten Anthony up. The waitress happily tried out their recipes to ensure they'd be ready for him. She happily ate their failures as well as successes. Anthony gained weight quickly, but she was gaining weight quicker.

Sheila stopped.

Basil waited.

"That's all until you get me a real meal!" she said before turning her back to him.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Anthony: The Model, FA, ffa, fiction, The Waitress, weight gain

When Sheila woke up, there was a cart of food waiting for her. She waited a few moments for Basil, but he didn't show up. She went right into eating it.

A few minutes after she finished, Basil came in, without a word, and sat down, staring at her expectantly.

Sheila went right back into Alexandra's Story.

Alexandra: A Painter's Story - Continued.

Alexandra was not happy. She was a good painter, she knew she was. It seemed totally unfair that people would judge her work based on her appearance. She didn't even see the big deal with her appearance either. Yes, she was fat, but so what? She was happy with it, why can't other people be happy with it?

Cut off from the community she wished to be part of, Alexandra fell into a deep funk. It wasn't such a stretch for her to find solace in the food that she had loved so much the past year. Before long she wasn't merely a fat artist, but had become quite enormous.

One day, when she was out of clothes that fit, she was watching herself in the mirror. She was struck at how unique she now appeared, and was immediately inspired to self portrait. She was so happy with the results of her self portrait she made another. Right away she could see the contrast of the miserable, ugly, fat Alexandra who was the first subject, and the bright, beautiful round Alexandra who was the second subject.

She followed up her portraits by painting herself at different times, as a child full of hope, a teenager wanting to get out, an artist wishing to accepted, an artist who has been accepted, and finally the artist shunned.

It was the first time in a long time she had painted for herself, rather than creating paintings for others to buy. There was no one to impress, no one would be impressed by her any more. She was creating art, not a product, and it made her happy.

Even though Alexandra had broken her funk, she continued to eat and gain. It was what she did now, who she was. She even enjoyed painting self portraits to compare herself over time.

She began to run low of funds again, and she began wondering what she could do now. If people thought she was fat before, what would they think now? Her morose view on life was beginning to return when she happened to turn on the TV and see a story about some woman suing for fat rights. She was pretty big, and her lawyer was absolutely gigantic, bigger than Alexandra herself!

Alexandra became steeled. She wrote a long letter to dozens of magazines, saying that what someone contributed was far more important than anything about themselves. In a day and age where the world fights to rid itself of sexism, racism and other discriminations, adding sizism to the mix was a terrible idea.

Her letter came to the attention of a cable news producer who actually had one of her paintings, and was rather curious what she was up to now. He'd never known her, fat or thin, and was ready to have her interviewed in her art studio. Alexandra jumped at the chance.

Her interviewer was fascinated by the self portraits she had scattered around the studio. Alexandra got a chance to explain what each and every one represented to her. Over night her first pair of portraits, dubbed 'Melancholy and Joy', became the symbol of art. They were on magazine covers, her art started to sell for vast sums at auctions, and everyone wanted to speak to her.

Alexandra revived her painting career by painting other large men and women. It became a status symbol to be one of her subjects. She even helped to get some Hollywood stars who had faded from the spotlight after their weight woes.

She then began her most ambitious project: she would paint a series documenting someone's weight gain over time.

Alexandra was worried that it would take a lot of time to find the perfect subject. As luck would have it though, she met him the very next day.

Anthony: The Model - Part One

Anthony had the world at his feet. At least, that's what everyone told him. His dad was mayor of the town. It was a successful town, and quite powerful ever since his father had arranged the ethanol plant to be built. Anthony lead the high school football team to its first ever championship. He had the cutest girlfriend in town. He had his choice of plum jobs. He would be mayor when he was ready. He had everything the town could offer.

It wasn't enough. Anthony knew that he did have the world at his feet, and the world was not in some hick town. He caught the acting bug, and moved to Hollywood to share his good looks and easy charm with the world.

Two years of waiting tables, and never getting the break he deserved, or meeting the people he needed to, Anthony began to realise that it wasn't going to happen. Rather than admit defeat and head home, he sold his shares in the ethanol plant (a gift from his grandfather) and bought a restaurant. He'd worked in enough, it was time to make the money.

Two years after opening a restaurant in the underserved arts quarter, Anthony had a better understanding of the term 'starving artist'. They couldn't afford good food, and Anthony's wasn't about to serve anything less. The restaurant was going down the tubes fast.

It was a typically empty lunch. In the back his chef, another failed actor who was actually a very good cook, was feeding prepped but unsold food to the waitress. The waitress was a failed actress, of course. Anthony sighed. He could see the buttons straining on her blouse, he'd have to buy her a bigger uniform. Again. At least she liked the food.

Anthony was startled when the door opened. He was still staring at how much wasted food his waitress was eating. He turned to the front and was shocked to see a a mountain of a woman standing there. She was at least 3 times the size of the waitress. He watched in fascination as his waitress got up from her own meal and escorted the slowly waddling woman to a table.

He looked on in pleasure as the fat woman ordered even more food than even the wildest stereotype.

As the chef got busy in the kitchen, Anthony decided to head over and talk with his client. With any luck, she could become a regular and put some cash in the till.

Just as he arrived at the table to introduce himself, the woman looked him up and down, and her face lit up. "Are you an actor?" she asked.

Anthony was caught off guard, "I, well, I try, but, why?"

"You're perfect!" Her voice filled the restaurant.

Anthony waited a moment, at a complete loss of words. Was this what a big break felt like?

"Turn around," she commanded, holding up pudgy finger to trace a circle in the air.

Anthony did a slow turn on the spot, fixing his smile on her.

"Yes, yes. I'll take you!"

"Um. Take me where?" Anthony was trying to keep his excitement, and confusion, contained.

"You'll be my model. Oh, you're so perfect. Do you work out?" The fat woman continued to gush. Her whole body seemed to be jiggling with excitement.

"Yes I work out... but I'm an actor, not a model. I've never modelled before. Are you a designer?"

For the first time since he came over the big woman was silent. "You don't know who I am?"

"No." Anthony could feel his excitement draining. Hollywood was full of hacks who thought they should be famous, and offered nothing but empty promised. He'd just never seen a fake that was so fat before.

"I'm Alexandra, the painter."

The name certainly rang a bell. Despite being in an artistic neighbourhood, he didn't have much interest himself. But she had been on TV or something he thought.

His waitress came by with a tray full of food, which she began to arrange in front of Alexandra. Anthony smiled again, if nothing else, he was going to pocket $50 from this meal. And if she really was famous, and word got out... he could be going places after all!

Anthony watched Alexandra eat as though she only had minutes left to live. After a few minutes she looked up, and seemed astonished that Anthony was still there, "Give me your card, I'll get my people to call your agent and we'll get this settled."

The next day Anthony was on the phone with his agent. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'm going to get paid how much?!" He was going to get enough that the restaurant could stay open for years without another customer! "And I have to do what?" He would have to double his weight over the course of a year, and allow Alexandra to paint him at any time.

All Anthony could think about was dollar signs. Gaining weight? Hell, his waitress had done it, so it was no big deal at all.

Shiela smiled at Basil.

He stared back for a moment before finally muttering “okay, have a good sleep”, before he stalked out of the room.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Alexandra: A Painter's Story, Anthony: The Model, FA, ffa, fiction, weight gain

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."

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Sheila awoke to Basil gently prodding her shoulder. "I want to hear the revenge story."

She rubbed her eyes and rolled over. "Food first, then story."

Basil grunted and left the room. He came back with his cart full of food. He stood tapping his feet.

"I'm going to be a while," She said as she opened the first container of food. "Come back later!"

Basil grunted again and left.

When he came back the food was again gone, and Sheila was dozing in the chair. He poked her shoulder again.

"Okay, okay, you've waited, here you go."

Hog's Revenge - Continued.

Upon meeting Michelle, Arnold vaguely recognised her. She was much larger now than she had been when Keith had brought her to that grad party. For a moment he almost balked at being forced to be as large as she was. He knew he couldn't afford the disgrace that was being held over him though.

The plan was simple, he merely needed to gain one pound a week until he was Michelle's size. He was allowed to go 3 straight weeks without a gain, but the weight had to be made up within 3 months.

Starting his gain was tough: Arnold had always been a bit of a fitness fanatic, and would much rather have a round of golf or a game of racquet ball than actually work. Turning down invitations made people wonder if something was up with him.

Within a month he finally got used to having less time on the course and on the court. He also found that he was getting much more work done, submitting work early, rather than repeatedly pushing deadlines.

Arnold's weight gain was slow though, he missed his targets a few times over the first few months. His body adjusted to getting less exercise, he was going to have to work on gaining weight. He began keeping treats at his desk, and he found people were more inclined to come by and help him out, helping him raise his caseload, and getting far better results.

By now Arnold's weight gain was becoming noticeable. His suits no longer fit, and going up stairs two at a time brought on a sweat. He bought new clothes, and took his time going up the stairs. His new suits drew universal praise. Juries responded to the gravitas that he now presented. He was winning cases that had seemed unwinnable.

A year into the blackmailing Arnold had gained 65 pounds. He wasn't even the biggest man in his law firm, but he was definitely becoming fat.

Arnold liked to snack during the day, just to make sure he got in the calories he needed. The worst things that he could endure were client meetings where there was nothing to eat. He began to have client meetings over lunch and dinner. Even though the meetings tended to be longer, allowing everyone a chance to eat, the clients loved the personal touch. The asked for Arnold by name, and more business flooded to the firm.

In the second year of blackmail, Arnold had managed to gain 100 pounds.

He was now a full partner, and possibly one of the most sought after human rights lawyers in the country. He made frequent TV appearances. His PR handlers wanted him to lose weight, but he was fond of saying that people didn't want a lawyer who seemed like he didn't know where his next meal was coming from. He also found that a well fed lawyer was much more inclined to do the kind of charity cases he was famous for.

Arnold finally reached Michelle's size, and the group of women destroyed their manufactured evidence. They were dismayed that their revenge had in fact boosted Arnold's career.

For his part, Arnold told them that their lesson had been valid, and that he would start focusing on size acceptance causes, as he was now as famous for his girth as his legal prowess.

In fact, the very day he was released of his weight gain obligations he announced his new case.

The Case of the Crash Diet - Part One

There was a woman who worked as a sales representative for a mid sized company. She travelled all across the region selling her companies wares. She was good at her job, but not great.

Good but not great. Middle of the road. Adequate. These were the by words of her life. She had certainly never set out to attain mediocrity, but she had carved out a life she considered pleasant.

She wasn't thin, but in the modern age her chubby frame was average. She'd passed all her classes at school, but never near the top. She'd preferred reading to playing when growing up, and while she had friends to go out with from time to time, she wasn't anyone's best friend. Except for perhaps her two cats, but they ignored her, as cats ignore anyone.

She really didn't mind though. She could have a worse job. She could have no friends at all. She could have cats that ruined her furniture. Finally she was thankful that she wasn't truly fat.

Eventually the woman's company was merged with another company in the same business. Everyone with redundant jobs was evaluated. Suddenly being a middle of the road saleswoman wasn't enough for the woman to keep her job.

She was put on probation, and told that if she lost weight she would probably boost her sales enough to keep her job.

She had tried dozens of fad diets over the year, but they hadn't worked, and she hadn't stuck with them. She'd lose 10 pounds, and gain 15. She had decided she was better of not losing weight for fear of gaining too much more. She hoped that the fear of losing her job would help her stick to a diet plan better than any others she had followed.

With the help of her friends, who were happy that she was finally doing something about her weight, the woman chose a diet. Like all the others before, it was a fad diet, but it guaranteed she'd lose 30 pounds in the first month. Since she had 3 months to lose 40, that sounded like a great plan.

It was hard mixing the limitations of what she could eat with travel, and the change to her eating habits certainly made the woman irritable. Her sales went down over the course of the month, but she did lose the guaranteed 30 pounds.

Her friends celebrated, and took her out to buy an all new wardrobe. For the first time in her life, she felt beautiful with all the clothes and attention she was getting!

Even though it was tough to maintain the diet, she felt like a million dollars, looked like a million dollars, and people bought from her. She had her best month of sales ever! She even lost the last 10 pounds.

Over the final month of her probation she had another record setting month. She even lost another 10 pounds.

She'd never dreamed of losing 50 pounds, but she had. She found the world was opening itself up to her. She was still a little overweight, but all it did was provide her with voluptuous curves that she dressed to accentuate. She was being approached by strange men. She was the first one her friends called, not the last. Even her cats liked to lay on her lap more often.

The woman was taken off probation, and was given praise for really working hard. She also went off the diet. Now that she'd lost the weight, it was time to eat real food again.

Basil grinned, "She's going to get fat again isn't she? It'll serve her right!"

Sheila feigned a yawn. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out."

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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.

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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.

Labels: A Journey to Fat Acceptance, Adiposity Nights, FA, Fat Heiress, fiction, Part One, Part Two, weight gain

Sheila woke up, still sitting in the comfortable chair in Basil's prison. She still felt full, but she felt oddly content. She'd never really felt that way before, but she'd never eaten so much before either.

Sheila didn't know how long she'd been awake. She was dozing in the chair, simply enjoying the way she felt. Eventually she realised she would have to get eating, or else she would run out of time to eat all the red food.

She was slow to start, she was full, she hardly wanted to move. Sheila managed some more mind over matter tricks though, and through out the day she managed to eat her way through most of the food in the red containers.

Just as she sat with the last pizza in front of her, the door opened, and she was joined by Basil again. "I'm surprised by you. I don't think anyone has finished the red food yet. Oh, I see you haven't, that's too bad."

He gathered up the rope he had in his gloved hands and walked across to where Sheila was sitting, she was trying to keep an eye on him through heavy eyelids. As he got glose, she groaned and reached out for a piece of pizza.

Basil smiled, though Sheila barely noticed him, "Still have some room have we? Well, I can give you a few minutes I suppose."

Sheila fought every impulse, every nerve in her body, but she managed to force herself to finish off the cold pizza. Her cheeks still full of cheese and crust, she turned to Basil and managed to give him a defiant smile.

"Just imagine how much easier this would be if you'd simply taken the time to enjoy food in your pathetic little life. You'd rather be a size zero than actually experience what life has to offer. You'd rather everyone was a size zero if you could."

Sheila wanted to respond, but she simply didn't have the energy. She tried to fight off sleeping in the chair again, but it was so soft, it was so cozy, and her stomach, it was so full and warm, she just had to rest her eyes, just for a few minutes.

Again she woke up feeling full and satisfied, as though nothing could make her happier than sitting still in this chair. Sheila knew what lay ahead of her though. She needed to eat all the blue food. But then what?

Strangely, the more she thought about the blue food, the hungrier she felt. She still felt full, so the notion of being hungry seemed very out of place. But she had to eat anyway, maybe her body knew this was what had to be done.

As she ate through piles of high calorie, yet very delicious treats, she never seemed to make any progress. She would take occasional naps. She even once tried to get up for a quick walk in her cell, but her stomach was too full for her to get up.

Sheila ate the last piece of cheesecake, and expected Basil to come right in. He didn't. She stared a steely glance at the door, but it did not open. She sighed, and once again fell asleep, wondering why she felt better than she ever had in her whole life when she knew she was approaching her last few moments.

When Sheila next awoke, Basil was in the room. He was wrapping his rope around his gloved hands, a smile on his face. "You surprise me, Sheila, you really do. I thought you'd be dead two days ago, but you have such determination, such a love for food. I almost wish I could take the time and teach you to really appreciate being fat. Alas, there are others in the world, others who are more wicked than you, and I must tend to them. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Despite being so full that movement seemed like an alien concept, Sheila's blood began to course with adrenalin. Her mind focused to razor sharpness, and she began to talk.

"You never let me tell you the story of the fat heiress!"

"The fat heiress?" Basil stopped misstep.

"Oh yes, yes, she was a client of mine actually. The only one who ever gained weight, as a matter of fact."

"How much did she gain?" Basil lowered his rope.

"Don't get ahead of me, let me tell the story," Sheila and signalled for Basil to sit on the bed.

The Fat Heiress - Part One

A man born into stark poverty managed to use his wits and a few scraps of luck to work his way up in life until he was owned fully 1/3 of all the land in the city where he lived. He was among the city's elite, and he was very proud that he had simply used hard work to get from where he started to where he was.

What he did not like was that among the city's elite were many people who did not have to work for their status. He hated that people born with such fantastic luck could behave so reprehensibly, and yet continue to live in the lap of luxury.

He tried not to spend time with them, but found that people who weren't among the elite wanted to use him to become elite. He knew that the best thing would be for them to learn hard work, but anyone only wanted his money, not his advice.

He was stuck in a world he could not enjoy, though he continued to go through the motions. He married a wealthy heiress, and their combined wealth rivalled many nations. Together they produced one daughter.

His one hope at salvation, having a child to rear to appreciate life as he did was not to be. His daughter was spoiled and expected everything. He tried to teach her how to work hard, but her mother would have none of that.

The man died at a young age, for no more reason than he simply had no desire to live any more, and as his will gave up, so did his body. His wife and daughter weren't especially sad to see him go, and actually celebrated their freedom from his constant nagging about 'doing something'.

Alas, his wife was killed in a skiing accident, leaving their 18 year old alone, and sole heir to the fortune. There was a lot of fighting over the estates, but the man's will was very specific. Everything was to go to charitable organisations, except for a stipend for the daughter.

The stipend did not have a fixed amount though. The will stipulated that because she enjoyed the affairs of the flesh, she would need to add more flesh if she wanted to live off her father's hard work. Every month she would receive $100 for every pound she weighed. If she wanted to remain thin, she'd have to learn to work for herself. If she wanted to be rich, she would have to become fat.

The heiress thought this was completely unfair, and yet the will was ironclad, and the trust was already in place, including the ISO tuned scale that she was to use on the first of every month.

At first she thought she would survive just fine. She was 100 pounds, and $10,000 was a lot of money, right? It didn't even cover her shopping, much less rent, cars, utilities.

She quickly ran up a debt, and began to look at her options. She put together a budget, and decided that gaining 20 pounds wouldn't be too much trouble.

Sheila stopped speaking. Basil was sitting on her bed, looking at her expectantly. "And then what?"

Sheila yawned and patted her tummy, "I'm too tired, but I'll finish tomorrow."

Basil looked at her, looked at the rope on the floor, looked at the blue food containers and looked back at her. Sheila was already drifting off to sleep, her hands rubbing her fully belly. He picked up the rope and let her sleep.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Basil, FA, Fat Heiress, fiction, Part One, Part Two, Sheila, weight gain

The city was gripped with fear. An otherwise beautiful summer was being disrupted by the worst serial killings anyone had ever seen. So far 11 people had been killed, all of their bodies found, strangled, their bellies full of food, in places like bakeries and fast food restaurants.

Among the victims was the owner of a successful diet centre, a surgeon who performed weight loss surgery, an advocate for banning high calorie foods, a model known for promoting bulimia, and a few fitness instructors from local gyms. The police were completely baffled how this could happen without any evidence available.

Sheila was more terrified than most. She owned a yoga studio, and taught a range of classes, including some for those trying to lose weight or stay fit. She wasn't famous or anything, but not all the people killed had been famous either.

She always made a point of making sure she was with someone when she went to/from work. Sometimes she felt silly for it, but with every new murder discovered, she was thankful to have vigilant friends.

As the summer wore on though, her classes became emptier, she had to lay off a few instructors, and finally, she found herself alone in the evenings a few nights a week. At first she was absolutely terrified, but after a few days nothing happened. A week passed, nothing happened.

Towards the end of summer Sheila was more concerned about her business than her safety. She wasn't even covering salaries for her reduced staff, much less paying the rent and utilities. One night, she decided to walk to a nearby bar, rather than drive straight home.

Out of her peripheral vision she saw someone move in the alley as she passed by. At that moment she knew that she had made the biggest mistake of her life. Over time, of course, it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to her and the city.

Basil moved quickly, clamping a hand over Sheila's mouth before she could scream. As she started to struggle he managed to pin her arms and pull her quietly back into the alley. Before long she was gagged, bound and in the trunk of a car.

After a long drive the car finally stopped, and the trunk opened. Sheila was blinded by the light before being administered a needle that quickly knocked her unconscious.

Sheila finally wakes up in a soft bed. She looks around, she's in a small white room. There was a solid metal door, a large mirror, probably a one way mirror she thought. There was a large soft chair, a medium sized bar fridge, a small pantry and a microwave oven. The room is clean, almost clinically so. It seemed to large and comfortable to be a jail cell, but too foreboding not to be.

Not long after taking in the room the door opens. Basil enters the room. Sheila retreats into the corner, preparing to fight.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Not now, anyway," he smiled. "I'm Basil, and I'm making the world a better place."

"A better place? By kidnapping me?" Sheila found herself surprisingly courageous.

"Oh, it's not just you. I'm ridding the world of evil people." He sat down in the comfortable chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

"It is you. You're the killer! You think you're making the world a better place? By killing people?"

"I'm only killing the people who are evil, who bring darkness to the world, those who deserve it!" Basil's speech was well rehearsed by this point, but he relished every moment of it.

"But I don't hurt people, I help them! Make people feel better about themselves." Sheila tried not to sound too pleading. For some reason the last thing she wanted to do was beg to this monster.

"Better? Your job is to make people think they have to transform who they are! You take their money, and then make them give up their very lives! The world is so full of beauty, so full of people of different shapes and sizes. But you, you! You want a world where everyone is just tiny, feeble, anorexic, shred of a person. You won't do it. You and your kind will be stopped. People will be free to be who they want to be, fat and all."

Sheila paused, "this is because I'm not fat?"

Basil’s face went red with anger, and he spat out, "this is because you hate fat and I hate you."

Basil left the room, but quickly came back with a large steel cart, his demeanour eerily calm after the previous outburst. "You've got two choices Sheila. You can eat all this food," he pointed to the cart which was loaded with junk food, "and then I will kill you. Or, you can not eat the food, and I will kill you right away."

For the first time Sheila completely lost her nerve, she began to cry. She watched as Basil unloaded the cart into the pantry and fridge.

"You'll notice there are three colours of food containers: red, white and blue. On day one you'll eat the red food, on day two you'll eat the white food, and day three you'll eat the blue. If I find you haven't eaten the day's food, you will die." With the food put away, Basil left Sheila alone, crying in the corner.

After a few hours hiding under the covers on the bed, desperately trying to wake up from her nightmare, Sheila finally became hungry. She slowly walked over and began to look over the food. There were doughnuts, cookies, pizza, non diet pop, all kinds of food she would normally avoid. There were a few foods with redeeming nutritional values though. She laughed to herself, Basil must've bought them by accident. She ate those first.

There was nothing else for Sheila to do in the room but sit, pace, or eat. She tried sitting, she tried pacing. Finally she realised the only way to buy time was to eat the food in red containers.

At first she was repulsed by the sweet, greasy and doughy foods she had to bring to her mouth. Before long though, she did admit to herself they really did taste good. Before long she was indulging herself. There was no point in looking out for her health if she wasn't going to live!

Throughout the day she snacked and snacked. The pile of food didn't seem to diminish though. She began to panic, she didn't know how much time was left, and she wasn't sure she could eat all that food. She was already so full!

She came to her senses though, using some yoga techniques she calmed down, and managed to actually adapt some movements to help her eat past her full feeling.

No sooner was she done the last cookie than Basil came into the room, a length of rope in his gloved hands. He looked around. He saw Sheila laying back in the chair, her stomach was distended, and her eyes were glazed over. A smile danced across her lips. He took count of the empty red containers and smiled himself.

"I wasn't sure you had it in you. You're so small, and I know you probably haven't eaten that many doughnuts in your life before today. I'm glad to see you're happy too. You've got two more days." He turned and locked the door behind him.

Sheila tried to get to the bed to sleep, but she couldn't move, so she fell asleep where she sat. The chair was soft, it seemed just so perfect. Her hands were rubbing her belly, it was so full, but so comfortable.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Basil, fiction, Part One, Sheila