MsCezanne's Odyssey

Once upon a time there was a young actress who stared in a few movies. She wasn't a very good actress, but appeared in all the gossip magazines. Then, she was paid too much for a movie, and it lost lots of money, and she never acted again.

She took her money, moved to Montana, and gained 400 pounds.

She lived happily ever after.

The End.

Labels: FA, fiction, weight gain

Thanksgiving

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.

An hour later she finally rolled out of bed. She headed down the hall, and could hear her dear Stephen working on they day’s meal. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, vaguely aware that it was already 11 in the morning.

Stephen took a break from preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and whipped up some bacon and eggs for Katie. She didn’t ask for it, and she didn’t expect it, but he rather enjoyed spoiling her. They’d been married for three years, but this year they had moved to a new city so he could pursue a career opportunity. He felt bad for making her spend the holidays away from her family, so his goal was to make this day as perfect as possible for her.

Katie enjoyed the surprise breakfast. She talked with Stephen for a bit before he went back to his preparations. She said she was looking forward to having their first private Thanksgiving, but regretted not having it with her family back home. He promised her that his goal was to make the day absolutely perfect.

Dinner finally came, and Katie noted it would have been a feast for 6, maybe 8 people, way more food than just the two of them could possibly eat. But it did all look so good. At least they’d have fantastic leftovers for a week or so.

Dinner was amazing. The turkey was great, the stuffing superb, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives, cranberry sauce, all magnificent. Even though she was full, she kept eating, it was all so delicious, she just HAD to have more. When her stomach was full to bursting, she tried to keep going, she was enjoying this meal so much, she didn’t want it to end.

Finally she had to stop, she just couldn’t fit any more of Stephen’s exquisite meal in. There was still a tonne of food left on the table. She hadn’t even gotten to dessert! She could smell the pumpkin pie, fresh out of the oven. She almost cried, it smelled so good, and yet she couldn’t possibly eat it.

That night she went to bed, still feeling stuffed full. It was a great feeling, but all she could think about was not having room for that pumpkin pie. She felt guilty that Stephen had gone to such extremes to make the day perfect, and yet she couldn’t enjoy it. She quickly drifted off to sleep.

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! She’d overslept! How could Stephen let her do that? She leapt out of bed and ran into the hall.

She could hear Stephen working in the kitchen. Was he mad? Why wasn’t he at work? Why hadn’t he woken her up?

Stephen turned with a start. “What’s the matter honey?”

Katie was dumbfounded. She finally blurted, “what the hell are you doing here!? Why aren’t you at work?!”

“Work?” He seemed puzzled, “why would I be at work? I get Thanksgiving off. Go watch some TV, I’ll make you some breakfast.”

Katie wasn’t sure what to do. She walked over the couch, plopped down and turned on the TV. She put it to the news, to see what she was missing that day. Except, it was yesterday’s news. She changed channels. Yesterday’s programming. Thanksgiving day parade, sports… what was going on?

Stephen brought her her bacon and eggs. “I could SWEAR yesterday was Thanksgiving honey. I remember, vividly, eating turkey, potatoes, everything. It was delicious, amazing!”

“I’m sorry honey,” he was a little concerned with the intensity in his eyes, “today is Thanksgiving. I’m making up everything like your mom does. I want today to be perfect for you, because you deserve it.”

Katie went through the afternoon in a haze. Had she dreamt it? It was so vivid a dream, she even remembered being too full to eat the pumpkin pie. How on Earth does one dream about not eating pumpkin pie!?

Dinner was laid out exactly as she’d remembered it. Turkey with all the fixings. Once again, the meal seemed absolutely huge. Once again she ate as much as she possibly could, everything tasted absolutely perfect. And, once again, she didn’t have room for the pumpkin pie.

She went to sleep wondering why she had such a sense of déjà vu, and also wishing she’d had some pumpkin pie. That would’ve made the day perfect.

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! A weird sensation washed over her. Was it a dream? This seemed too familiar to her.

She leapt out of bed and almost fell over. Her balance was off. She looked down, her stomach was a little round and portly, as though she was still full of Thanksgiving dinner from the other night. Was it the other night? It sure felt like Thanksgiving today. She could hear Stephen working in the kitchen, he’d let her sleep in to enjoy the day.

She headed out, turned on the TV and confirmed it was indeed Thanksgiving. She turned to her handsome husband as he brought her some bacon and eggs.

“I know this is your first Thanksgiving without your family,” he smiled at her. “I just want your day to be absolutely perfect. I’m cooking all your favourites for you.”

As he said that, he rubbed her tummy. It felt sort of weird. She’d always been quite fit, working out a lot. Where had that gut come from?

All afternoon she found herself anticipating the meal that was to come. She knew there would a succulent turkey, sweet yams, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious cranberry sauce. And she knew, she KNEW, there was going to be a pumpkin pie waiting for her.

She surveyed the spread, impressed at how much food Stephen had so expertly prepared. It all looked so perfect, and it tasted as good as it looked. As she devoured her feast, she could see Stephen gazing lovingly at her. She kept eating even though her stomach was full. She kept eating, even though Stephen had long since stopped. She kept eating, she didn’t want to let any of it go to waste.

Once she was finished she was surprised. A meal for 6+ people was more than half gone! There were still leftovers, but not nearly as much as she’d expected (or as much as there had been in her dream.) But, as she feared, as good as her meal was, she hadn’t left room for pumpkin pie. Dinner would have been perfect with that pumpkin pie, but she couldn’t possibly have a bite of it.

She drifted off to sleep, Stephen was massaging her large, full stomach. The warm, full sensation, and his gentle rubbing quickly put any feelings about why it all felt so familiar to rest. She was asleep very quickly.

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10! Yet, she wasn’t surprised. Somehow, she knew that it was Thanksgiving. She was sure yesterday was Thanksgiving, and yet she was sure today was Thanksgiving too.

She sat up in bed and was struck with a new feeling. Her stomach had spilled over her lap. How odd. She realised she felt like she’d been eating for days on end. With great effort she slid off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

She could have sworn that just yesterday (the real yesterday, not that hyperreal dream yesterday) she carried a fit 115 pounds on her 5’7” frame. And yet this woman in the mirror, she was fat! Katie headed to the bathroom and stepped up on her scale. The numbers lit up: 217 pounds. 217 pounds!? That just didn’t sound right. And yet, it felt right.

She headed out to the living room, and flipped on the TV. Nothing caught her attention, it was old news, or shows she’d seen a million times before.

“You look famished this morning honey,” Stephen brought out a heaping plate of eggs, hash browns and bacon. “But don’t eat too much today, I’m going to make you a perfect Thanksgiving dinner!”

The rest of the day was surreal for Katie. Everything felt old, recycled. And yet the thoughts of the forthcoming meal were getting her very excited. She’d never had Stephen’s Thanksgiving before, but she knew that it would be a big feast. She worked herself up with the thoughts of the juicy turkey, perfectly whipped potatoes, she found herself drooling! She laughed as she thought about Pavlov’s dogs.

Dinner couldn’t come early enough. For some reason she expected more food. No… it’s not that she expected more food. What was it?

With stomach stuffed to capacity and beyond, she realised what it was. She’d just eaten more than half of a meal for 6! There were still leftovers, but certainly not a meal’s worth. She was sure that there would be tonnes of leftovers. Of course, if a meal was perfect, there would be no leftovers.

Stephen brought out the pie, hopefully smiling at Katie. She looked at the pie, but surprised herself by saying she was too full. She would LOVE to have some pie, but there was no physical way she could eat it.

That night Stephen was trying to cajole Katie into a little sex, but she was way too full to move. She lay there in bed, feeling every ounce of her 217+ pounds pulling at her. He settled for giving her a massage of her massive stomach. Even though she regretted not eating the pie, she fell asleep already anticipating the dream where she got to eat Thanksgiving dinner again and again.

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock, it was almost 10!

She could smell the bacon cooking, and she knew there was a lumberjack’s breakfast waiting for him at the table. She slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hall. She was surprised to see how she looked in the mirror. 5’7”, 115 when she got married three years ago. She played a lot of sports, worked out fanatically. But now, this woman in the mirror was at least 350 pounds.

She shrugged, drawn by the smell of the bacon. She continued waddling towards the massive breakfast Stephen had prepared for her. A dozen pancakes, a pound of bacon, a pack of sausages and a bag of hash browns were waiting for her to wolf them down.

As she quickly worked at devouring the array of food before her, Stephen talked about how he hoped that his Thanksgiving dinner would be perfect. He felt guilty about taking Katie to a new city to pursue his career, and he knew this was her first Thanksgiving away from her family in the three years since they’d been married. She listened intently, she was well practised at eating while paying attention to people. She felt like she’d been doing it for a solid year.

As the afternoon passed Katie found hermself snacking. She knew she needed to save room for dinner, but the hunger pains were too great if she didn’t have at least a dozen cookies or something every hour.

Once dinner was finally served, she didn’t even stop to look at it. She dug right in, knowing exactly what to find and when she would be eating it. As she filled her plate for the seventh time she remembered a Thanksgiving not long ago where she would only eat two plates of food. Three if she pushed it.

Stephen watched as Katie continued to eat. He had made dinner for 6, maybe 8 people, but he loved watching her eat. She filled plate after plate, and when she was getting full, he would fill her plate. He could see her getting uncomfortable as her stomach filled, and yet he could see how much she enjoyed the food he had prepared. He hoped that she would leave room for pumpkin pie!

Katie was so full she could barely move. She surveyed the remnants of the table. She was so full, but there was only maybe one plateful of food left. Stephen put it all together for her. She slowly, but surely finished off the great turkey, the superb stuffing, potatoes, yams, pickled beets, olives and cranberry sauce.

She could smell the fresh pumpkin pie come out of the oven. It smelled perfect, just like the rest of dinner had been. Stephen sliced her off a piece. It was a small piece. Katie wanted to eat it so bad, but her body was absolutely screaming at her. She knew that if she even took a bite of that pie, she would regret it. With tears in her eyes she turned it down.

She slowly waddled down the hallway, her enormous stomach stretched taught. The rolls of fat on her back jiggled with each step, she could feel her enormous breasts swaying with her slow gait. Stephen helped lift her elephantine body into bed.

Stephen tried to rouse Katie into sex, but she was so full she couldn’t possibly. So he just massaged her gigantic stomach, helping it settle the huge meal it contained. Katie fell asleep hoping to finally have her pumpkin pie.

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She looked at the clock. Or rather, she tried to look at the clock. There was something blocking her view. Sheepishly she realised it was her enormous stomach blocking her view.

She turned to get out of bed, and realised she couldn’t. “Um, Stephen?”

Just then Stephen, her loving husband of three years, came into the room, pushing a cart loaded with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a variety of pastries. “Yes dear, I know you’re awake, and I know you’re hungry.” He smiled his patient, loving smile at him.

“No, I uh… I can’t get out of bed.”

“Of course not, you know that your legs can’t handle carrying around 900+ pounds honey!”

Nine hundred pounds? In her dream she was enormous, eating a massive Thanksgiving meal every day. But… she was really 115 pounds, right? Or was that the dream? She was confused. Actually, she was hungry! She dug into the cartful of food.

Stephen came back with replenished carts twice during the day. He apologised that it was less food than she was used to, but he was saving her for Thanksgiving dinner. He knew that it was hard for her, not being able to get out of bed to go home to her family for Thanksgiving, so he was going to prepare a perfect meal for her.

Katie whiled away the afternoon watching TV programmes she was familiar with. But as she snacked lightly throughout the afternoon, she could feel her appetite building. She’d never anticipated a meal as much as the one coming up.

Stephen did not disappoint her. It was easily a meal for eight, but Katie knew she would be able to finish it off. She had to! Stephen made sure she could easily get to all the food, and before long, he was filling up the plate with the last of the turkey and stuffing.

Katie was already dozing as she watched Stephen fill up her plate for the last time. She ate so much that it was almost automatic, she could actually have a light nap while eating one of her large meals. But it was a shame to miss a moment of this dinner. To Katie it was perfection. As she forced down her last bite of turkey, she knew she couldn’t eat another bite.

But then she smelled it. Stephen was bringing in a pumpkin pie. Katie knew she was fuller than she’d ever been in her entire life, and yet that smell, that hypnotic, aromatic smell filled her nostrils and radiated pure pleasure through every inch of her 900+ pounds of fat. He carved out a large piece for her. She licked her lips with anticipation as he smothered the top of it in a heavy whipped cream.

She took a bite and her entire body shivered as the taste of the pie exploded in her mouth. Every bite was as good as the last, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through her body. This meal was absolute perfection. There was nothing that could make it a better Thanksgiving.

With the pie finished, Stephen completed cleaning up their bedroom. He came back to find Katie snoozing with a huge grin on her face. He watched as her mass of flesh rippled with the memories of the dinner. He went to sleep, with his head resting on a large, soft fold of her stomach’s fat.

Katie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but found he was already cuddled up tightly against her folds of fat. She looked over at the clock, but couldn’t see it over her massive stomach.

Folds of fat? Massive stomach?! What was happening!?

Stephen woke suddenly with Katie’s flesh moving as she tried to make sense of what was going on. He was agape as he saw that his formerly 115 pound wife was now a mountain of flesh taking up most of their mattress.

He leapt out of bed as she continued to struggle to sit up.

“What’s happened? Why can’t I move? Is it Thanksgiving today?”

“No honey, yesterday was Thanksgiving,” Stephen said soothingly. “Don’t you remember? I made you a large dinner, I wanted it to be perfect, you kept eating and eating, I couldn’t believe you ate it all, but you did! Even the pumpkin pie. You said it was the best meal you’d ever had.”

It all came crashing into Katie’s mind. It wasn’t possible… and yet, it had to be. She’d had years of Thanksgivings, all at once. She thought back to dinner the previous night. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in her entire life. This fat, it wasn’t new. It was old, it was what she was meant to be, she was now perfect.

She could see Stephen’s eyes lighting up. He too was realising the perfection that Katie now represented. He climbed up on her, began to massage her fat, gently arousing her. With effort they found a sexual position that worked, and had by the best sex either could dream possible. After the last, perfect orgasms faded, Katie finally spoke up.

“Honey, that was perfect. But you know? I’m a little hungry…”

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Cindy led a hard life. Her mother had died when she was very young. Although her father was quite wealthy, he was lonely. He eventually remarried a woman with two daughters who were older than Cindy.


This marriage didn't bring the happiness her father had hoped for, but he thought that Cindy needed a strong family, so he tried to last it out. The stress of a bad marriage, and working hard put him to an early grave too.


Because her step-mother was a lawyer, she managed to use tricks to tie up Cindy’s inherited wealth. But she could not take it away entirely. In trust until she was 25 years old, Cindy had no choice but to live with her step-mother and step-sisters.


These women resented Cindy. They certainly enjoyed her father’s money, but felt that she intruded on their lives, and it was an insult to them that the only way to have her father's money was to have her around too.


Even though they could afford a maid, they made Cindy do all the cleaning. Even though they could afford a chef, they made Cindy do all the cooking. It was a lot of work for Cindy, and even though she was very bright, she did poorly in school, because she had no time for studies. It was a heavy load to bear, but she soldiered on alone.


On her 18th birthday, Rex Bezaubern was having a gala event at his newly finished mansion. The dates were just a coincidence, of course, but her family was making a big deal out of going to the gala, and ignoring Cindy as usual. Without friends or a caring family, Cindy was destined to celebrate her birthday alone with whatever dinner leftovers there were.


Rex was a lawyer who made fees doing speeches, and represented people and organisations that were poor, but needed justice. His dedication and intelligence made him a highly sought after speaker, and he commanded large fees (though he did make free speeches where he felt he was needed). Threw shrewd investing he had parlayed himself into quite the billionaire playboy, an image almost at odds with his friend to the downtrodden reputation. He didn’t mind. He knew he was doing good in the world, and living comfortably. Why not enjoy it?


Cindy was a very attractive girl. She was very active, and didn’t eat much, so she was a little on the thin side. Cindy’s step-mother had been a model (though not all that successful), and her daughters had inherited her looks. They all dressed up for the gala, hoping to catch the eye of Rex, or even some of the other wealthy socialites, so they could be rid of Cindy and her father’s money for good.

Cindy had actually been invited, but her invitation was intercepted by her step mother, so Cindy knew nothing of it. As her sisters were showing up at Rex’s mansion, Cindy quietly wept as she picked at the remains of the evening’s dinner.


Rex was happy to have so many people at his home. It was no secret he was looking for someone to share his life with. Indeed, many single women were vying for his attention. Some of the ’fashions’ were downright scandalous. Not that it bothered him. What bothered him was how THIN they all were! It WAS a secret that he preferred bigger women. He didn’t tell anyone, he wasn’t sure why, but it was just that rich and powerful men didn’t date fat women.


Cindy began doing the dishes in the kitchen, trying to keep her spirits up. She missed her dad, she wished she could know her mother. Suddenly, a shimmering light came from behind her.


She turned, and saw a woman, rather, a flickering image of a woman, she was seeing a ghost! But Cindy wasn’t scared. In fact, she felt warm and comfortable, as though this ghost was radiating love for Cindy.


Indeed, the ghost did love her, for she was Cindy’s mother! Her mother explained that she had made a choice a long time ago. She had been stricken with cancer, and could either fade away from that, or become a spirit so she could watch over Cindy’s life. It was agonising, because there was little she could do as a spirit, but Cindy’s anguish tonight was enough to help her mother step back into the real world, if only for a brief time.


As Cindy listened to her mother, she noticed that she had a resemblance to her mother, except, the spirit must’ve been 300 pounds, or would have been in life. “Cindy, for tonight, for a few hours I have the power to make you into the woman you should have been for your 18th birthday. You have an invitation to Rex’s party. Your step mother hid it in the front closet. Go there, and I will ensure you are ready for the party.”


Cindy ran to the front closet, and found the invitation, just then she heard a car horn. There was a Rolls Royce waiting to take her to the party! But alas, she wasn’t dressed for such an occasion.


She turned to see her mother wearing a blue gown. Except, the gown was much too large for Cindy! “You are going to the woman you SHOULD be tonight dear. Don’t worry, just put on the dress.”


Cindy dubiously slipped the dress on and a bizarre sensation overtook her. At first she was all tingly, then she got quite warm, as though someone was rubbing up against her flesh, all over, all at once. Then it became even odder as she felt her body blowing up, she could feel her skin stretching as the flesh below filled out. She felt as her breasts filled out the top of her dress, she could feel her stomach become round and start to hang a little. Her thighs began pressing into each other. Even her fingers became pudgy. She took a couple of steps as she regained balance with her new centre of gravity. She could feel the weight on her feet, but, she felt, cosy, warm, confident.


She turned to the mirror, and her mother soothed her, as she could feel her daughters terror. “This is the way you were meant to be dear. Please, be happy, just for tonight. And only for tonight, I’m afraid that once your birthday has passed, my magic will be lost. You have until midnight to return home.”


Cindy could see the smile on her mother’s face. And despite being suddenly so fat, she really DID feel very happy now. She slowly descended the stairs, quickly acclimatising to her newly voluptuous body and was helped by the driver into the Rolls Royce.


They sped off to the party, Cindy’s mind was bursting with emotion as much as her dress was bursting with flesh. She was happy to have talked with her mom, she was happy to go to the party, and she felt really good about herself for the first time she could remember. But, she couldn’t get past the chubby reflection she had seen in the mirror. How does one accept suddenly going from 110 lbs to 300+ pounds?


She arrived at the party as guests were still coming in. She could see women preening, trying to catch the attention of a host of young bachelors and older socialites looking for a new, pert wife. She immediately felt out of place, she was never glamorous, and on top of that she outweighed any two women put together. And yet, deep down in her heart, she KNEW that she was the most beautiful woman there. She KNEW that she belonged at Rex Bezaubern’s mansion more than anyone else here.


Save Rex himself. As she thought of him she looked up to a balcony where he was holding court with some friends, suitors, advisors. At that moment, he turned, and their eyes locked. She felt immediately drawn to him, as he felt drawn to her.


He quickly excused himself, and headed downstairs to meet her. She moved across the room, bumping into people, and yet moving much more agley that she would have expected from her ungainly form. She brushed past her sisters, paying them no notice. One thought she looked familiar, but became excited when she saw Rex heading their way.


Cindy stopped, just beside her sisters as it would happen. They both immediately stepped in front of her, as Rex headed in their direction. But Rex stepped between them, immediately taking Cindy’s hand.


It was as though everyone’s jaw dropped at once. How could Rex have taken this fat girl ahead of all the thinner women who were throwing themselves at him? The women were jealous that they’d starved for weeks to cram themselves into uncomfortable cocktail dresses. Many of the men were envious, for they knew a great beauty when they saw her, even if they felt obliged to consort with bonerack women.


Cindy and Rex spent the evening dancing. The entire world was blocked out. They barely exchanged words, and yet, the looks in their eyes said more than words ever could. People were talking, but the party did get back on course.


Alas, the night was already getting late. Cindy noticed the time and turned to leave. Rex begged her to stay, but she wouldn’t. They exchanged a passionate, though abbreviated kiss before she left so abruptly that he tore a sleeve off of her dress. Again people noticed her rapid escape, and wondered what was going on.


Even though the party carried on, Rex was broken. He retired for the night, trying to decide what he should do.


Cindy got into her Rolls, which raced home as quickly as possible. Alas, midnight had come, the drive pulled over, helped Cindy manoeuvre her bulk out of the car, and then he and the car vanished into the night.


At that moment Cindy felt cold and rubber. Her whole body tingled, and she could feel her flesh contracting back into her. She was alone on the road wearing a dress many times too large for her. She was thankful for being thin again, for the long walk, but was desolate that the greatest night of her life had come to such a crashing end.


She got home, and was upstairs long before her step mother and sisters arrived. She heard them gossiping about the party, who was doing what, and the surprise about Rex spending the evening with a crazy fat woman. Cindy just tried to cry quietly in her room.


The next day, Rex was on the news. He desperately wanted to know the woman he was dancing with the previous day. He would go to any ends to find out who she was.


Cindy knew she couldn’t say anything, who would believe that the 110 pound waif was in fact the voluptuous beauty who had stolen Rex Bezaubern’s heart? She was torn up, she wanted to tell someone.


A week went by, and though many people had come forward claiming to be Rex’s mystery woman, obviously none of them were.


He started going through the guest list, going to visit people to see if anyone at the party had known the identity of the mystery woman. Perhaps she had stolen an invitation. He would get to the bottom of it.


As word got out about how serious the lovelorn lawyer was in his quest, all the girls from the party were dressing up, hoping that he might find them a worthy alternative to the mystery girl. Some even began over eating, in the hopes to be big enough to catch his fancy when they came to visit them.


It was several weeks before Rex got to Cindy’s house. By then her sisters had gorged themselves quite silly. They had competed to gain weight, as was their way, with one pilling on 31 pounds to the other’s 27. They complained to Cindy about how miserable they felt, how awful they looked, but how they would win his heart yet.


Rex did show up at their house. The one sister was desperately trying to pour her extra 31 pounds into the dress she wore that night, while the other tried to hide the seam her extra 27 pounds had torn on her dress.


Rex asked the women if they knew anything about this mystery girl. They said that she had been with them the whole night, but could not recall her mentioning her name. They expect she was a delivery girl who had perhaps stolen Cindy’s invitation. When Rex asked if Cindy were home, both girls scoffed, saying that Cindy was but their maid, and 110 pounds at that. None-the-less, Rex insisted.


Her step mom fetched Cindy, and Rex was disappointed to see the frail girl presented to him. However, she had hidden behind her back her invitation to the party, which had been stamped. Rex wasn’t sure what to make of this. She then got the dress from its hiding place in the cupboard. Rex was dumbfounded, for this was indeed the dress of his mystery love.


He gazed into Cindy’s eyes, and there, the connection was back. This was the woman he needed in his life. He didn’t understand it, for she was obviously not the woman he had danced with, and yet, she obviously was. He grabbed her up in his arms, and they exchanged a kiss, much longer than the one they had exchanged before. There was no doubt in Rex’s mind. He had his love in his arms.


Cindy’s sisters and mother were speechless. Obviously there was some mistake. Both girls were much fatter than Cindy was, what was this little girl playing at?


Nevertheless, Rex was satisfied, and Cindy left with him at that moment.


Several years passed, and there was a knock at the door. Cindy’s step mother answered it, and was presented with a large, well dressed woman, flanked by two men. Cindy waddled into the house and presented her step mother with the papers her father had signed many years ago.


All her father’s money, possessions and house were now under her legal control.


Cindy became nostalgic, and decided to check her old home out. It was well maintained, as her step family had hired proper staff to care for it. It seemed to be other worldly, as though she had been a different person when she had lived there.


Indeed, she HAD been a different person. She had been a miserable mistreated waif, and now she was a voluptuous, successful and loved woman.


She remembered her days as an undernourished girl, scrounging for scraps that would give her strength. It was barely a memory to her body now, well fed, over indulged, wanting for nothing she had gained 300 pounds in her 7 years away from ‘home’.


She recalled that magical night where her mother turned her into a beauty size 24. But now size 32 was getting tight on her.


She continued her tour of the house. She found her sisters sitting watching television. They too had gained incredible amounts of weight. But rather than carrying themselves with dignity and poise, they had degenerated into miserable slobs. They were always jealous of Cindy, but would be forever alone and unhappy.


Her relatives were evicted, and the house was converted for use by a local charity to ensure no one would have to worry about malnutrition.


Indeed, over the last seven years, her romance and marriage to Rex was quite public, as was her steady weight gain over the years. On her marriage day she wore the exact same gown she had worn to the fateful gala, and it had fit her exactly. A big deal was made about her size, but many men and women began to accept size as beautiful, and there were now many happy large men and women in the world.

Labels: FA, fiction, weight gain

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

Karen sat at the table, alone. In front of her was a vast expanse of food: her dinner for that Friday night. It had been a while since she'd contemplated just how much food she was eating. Did she really eat this much? She stared at the food, as it sat untouched.

"Do you think gaining weight is really going to help?" Sophie came into the kitchen on her crutches, interrupting Karen's thoughts.

"Michael is going to be worth it." Karen answered as she began to fill her plate.

"Can you even dance with all that weight?" Sophie didn't try very hard to keep the scorn from her voice.

"I can dance better than you can right now," Karen shot back. She would rather have her Friday night dinner in peace, she wasn't used to having Sophie around.

Sophie blushed, she was still embarrassed about twisting her ankle. After watching Karen finish her first plate of food she asked, "How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Karen responded as she heaped her plate with garlic mashed potatoes.

"You know... this..." she held her hands out wide, "Being fat."

Karen thought for a moment, smiling. She had a few bites from her refilled plate before answering. "It's great, I really like it. You see these garlic mashed potatoes? They look good, smell even better, and I get to eat them. ALLLL of them."

"How much bigger are you going to get?"

"The girl that Michael dates now is still way bigger than I am. She can't dance as well as I can, in fact, she can barely dance at all now."

"You know," Sophie said quietly, "I used to be jealous of you. You had such a great body, and you were the best dancer out there, you really were."

Karen smiled as she filled her plate for the third time. "I'm moving on to better men, I need a better body." Karen knew Sophie didn't understand, and she wished she'd just be left alone.

"It all looks good. Can I have some?"

"Never get between a fat girl and her food," Karen smiled back at her.

***

Karen sat at the table, alone. In front of her was a pile of chicken wings. It had been a long time since she had no appetite. She stared at the wings as they sat, untouched.

"Losing weight isn't going to help," Andrea had just waddled up to Karen's table and was taking a seat.

"You lost weight," Karen replied, finally reaching for a chicken wing.

"Fat lot of good it did me," Andrea said morosely. "I can dance your gigantic ass off on the floor, and he doesn't even look at me any more." She reached for a chicken wing.

Karen blushed a little. It still stung her that in addition to losing Michael, she had become so big that she couldn't really dance like she used to either. After the two women ate a large swath through the plate of wings Karen finally said, "How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Andrea asked as she reached for another wing.

"You know..." Karen pointed at Andrea's slimmed form, "losing weight."

"It's terrible," Andrea snorted as she reached for another wing. "There's so much food you can't eat, and for what? Michael doesn't have time for me, just those two twits."

Both women looked over to where Michael was dancing with Sophie and Melissa, who were each angling for his undivided attention. Melissa was bigger than Sophie, but Sophie moved much better. Of course, Andrea was much larger than either girl, and Karen dwarfed them all.

"I should have warned you," Andrea said, as she kept watching the dancing, "that Michael would get bored with you too. I should have. But I hated you."

After a few moments Andrea added "I'm going to gain it all back. Do you think I should warn them?" She reached for another wing.

Karen quickly pulled the plate away front of her, "Never get between a fat girl and her food!" As she finished off the remaining chicken she added "I don't think we need to warn them. I hate them."

Labels: FA, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain

18 years old. Karen is widely regarded as the hottest girl in school. Her body is tight and firm, yet maintains soft and feminine curves. All the boys wanted to date her, all the girls were jealous of her.

Over the course of her senior year she dated the president of the student council, the captains of the basketball, volleyball and football teams, as well as a few of the boys who were simply amongst the cutest.

The winner of the 'Karen Bowl' though was the captain of the football team. Everyone told them they looked perfect together. He was going to college on scholarship after winning the championship - he was the guy for her.

All summer long they were royalty, and invited to all the parties and outings. Everyone wanted to be the quarterback's friend: he was going places. Everyone also wanted to watch Karen dance. As well as having the best body, she was also the best dancer, and she loved to put on a show.

Karen enjoyed the whole summer. She was in the spotlight. She had a boyfriend that was the envy of all her friends. She was in the best shape of her life. She was going to be the girlfriend of an all star quarterback!

Then disaster struck: the quarterback broke his arm on a diving board one night. The damage was severe, and it looked like he wouldn't be able to regain his football playing form.

As he got out of the hospital and began rehab, he said, "I'm so lucky to have a girl like you, so smart, so cute, so caring, who will stick with me through the good times and the bad. I'll do anything for you, and I'm glad you'll do anything for me."

Karen wasn't so sure though. "I'm still young," she replied. "I'm in the best shape I'll ever be, it's my time to enjoy life now, not follow to physiotherapy hoping you might get better. This is my one chance at being happy, and it's not going to be with you."

The quarterback was devastated, but Karen knew she was doing the right thing, and never looked back.

***

Being Michael's girlfriend was the greatest feeling that Karen had ever had. He was smart, cute, and he was sought after. All the women in the bar wanted him, and she had him.

Thursday nights, they were royalty. He was the undisputed king, and she was now his queen. With her massive curves, roles of flesh and sensuous dancing she had everyone's attention: the men wanted her, the women wanted to be her.

When she danced, she danced her heart out. She put on a show for Michael, but she knew that every eye was on her. With his love and attention, she knew that she was dancing better than she ever could. Her enormous body moved in perfect rhythms that she had never dreamed possible.

To win Michael over Karen had undergone a drastic transormation. Her taught dancer's body, defined by powerful lean body mass had given way to a large, bloated fat body. Washboard abs were lost behind rolls of belly fat. Tiny curves of gravity defying breasts had become massive jugs of fat that swayed with her every movement. Tightly contoured gluteous maximus were now simply massive maxiumus that wiggled with every step she made.

At first Karen had been hesitant to change, but Michael had seemed to be worth it. Over time she came to embrace the changes to her body as much as Michael had. Eating wasn't a chore, it was a pleasure. Outgrowing clothes was a cause for celebration, not shame. Adjusting her dance to a new centre of gravity was a challenge, not a difficulty.

When Michael finally let Karen into his life, she fell completely in love with him. He made her feel like and angel, and the least she could do was continue to grow, to give him more angel to love.

But now that Karen's body had become so big she couldn't dance like she used to, it was time for him to move on to someone else who would make him happy.

When Karen learned that Michael didn't love her, but rather her angellic body it was very hard on for her. She had given him everything, and he had taken it. she was devestated.

Labels: FA, fiction, Karen, Michael, 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

Karen loved going dancing with her friends on Friday night. They were all young women with lean bodies and spectacular dancers. They competed amongst each other for the best men in the club each Friday, and more often than not Karen was the winner. Her moves were just a little bit better than everyone else's.

While Karen loved having her pick of men every Friday night, she preferred the hunt over the success itself. Sure, she enjoyed spending a night with hottest guys, making her friends quake in envy, but she really preferred the conquest to the company she had won. Karen rarely dated the men she had met, though from time to time she would hook up the same guys from Friday to Friday.

Occasionally her friends would ask why upon landing the greatest guy, she'd just let him go. Karen was honest, saying that she enjoyed the sport more than the results.

What her friends didn't know was that Karen would be jealous of them when they did find a guy who turned into a boyfriend, if even for only a few weeks or months. She longed to have that steady relationship, someone to care about, someone to care about her.

The men she met were cute, sure. Often they were fun too, but at the end of the night (or early in the morning), they were really just interested in Karen for her body. They never took the time to get to know each other. Whenever Karen did, she found herself somewhat disappointed.

As the disappointments built, Karen took more and more pleasure in her successes, enjoying making her friends jealous as much as anything else. The men themselves were disposable, and she gave up even trying to get to know them.

And so it went for Karen, until that fateful Thursday night she first laid eyes upon Michael, amidst the sea of fat women. She couldn't say why he was different. He was cute, yes. He had bright eyes, and a knowing look. He looked different from everyone else. He obviously wasn't into a woman's looks if he was interested in those fatsos.

Even as Karen learned more about Michael, she was tempted by the mere fact he would have nothing to do with her. He became her ultimate conquest. No man could say no to her!

***

Karen had dated a great many men. Or at least lain with a great many men. All of them were cute, all of them were desirable, all of them were a conquest to Karen. She knew that a great many of them saw her as a mere conquest as well, but she hadn't cared: it was all fair game.

Michael was different though. He was someone worth having, not a mere night of passion to be discarded. He was cute, he was smart, funny. He knew what he wanted in life, and that was just ridiculously attractive to Karen, who really didn't know what she wanted.

To learn that she was nothing more than a conquest to Michael, a play thing to be discarded when she no longer met his ideal... it tore Karen's heart out. She had dedicated her life to making him happy, and this was all he could do for her?

And yet, Karen realised, he hadn't actually dumped her. He said he would, if someone else came along who was better than her. She was still the best. She would remain the best. Karen would always be the best, and then Michael would be hers!

Karen ate more that week than she had in her whole life. If she'd stop to see how much she was eating, she wouldn't have thought it was possible, but she just pushed on and ate. She was determined to gain as much weight as possible by Thursday night.

When Thursday came, Karen waddled slowly into the bar. She was trying not to move too much, she could feel the fabric of her clothing pulling apart already. She approached the table that Tim had set up for her. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the food arrayed on it for her.

Tim's eyes went wide seeing Karen's body sheathed in clothes a size too small, "You look like you've been eating all week!"

Karen smiled back, "Who says I wasn't?" she attacked the mountain of nachos.

"You really have room for all that?"

"Don't worry about me, I've always got room."

As Karen polished off the final piece of pizza, she wondered if she really did have room. She'd never felt so full in her life! Her clothes were so tight around her belly it was a wonder they didn't just explode right there.

She tried to get up, and made no progress. She sat a moment to catch her breath. She scanned the bar. Several men were watching her, no doubt waiting for her to begin dancing. She smiled at them. She saw Michael. He was talking with Sophie. How could he talk with her? She wasn't all that fat. Karen looked again. Sophie was actually getting pretty big. When did that happen?

Again Karen shifted and strained, finally getting to her feet. The dance floor seemed so far away. How was she going to get there? How was she going to get on the riser? One step at a time, she made her way across. As people stepped aside to make room for her she smiled: it was her own personal Red Sea.

Her legs ached, her tummy wanted to explode, but she'd made it across the floor. Now it was just a matter of getting up on the riser. She took a moment to catch her breath. Another moment to regain her balance. Karen looked over and saw that Andrea was talking to Michael. Andrea had lost so much weight! What did he see in someone that tiny?

Karen felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice called from behind her, "Hey tubby, get up and dance, or shove of."

Karen turned around, and found herself belly to belly with Sophie. Up close Sophie seemed bigger than ever. Though their bellies were pressed together, their eyes were still far apart. Sophie's eyes were side and bright, Karen's narrow and glaring.

Without a word Karen turned back around and tried once more to step up onto the riser. She strained and grunted for a moment. She then lost her balance as Sophie brushed her aside.

Karen gasped. She couldn't believe that Sophie could be so brazen! She also couldn't believe that she couldn't even get up on a stupid step.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Karen turned towards Michael's table, but saw him hungrily watching Sophie. Even as Karen sat down beside him, she received barely a glance of recognition.

Labels: FA, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain

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."

Labels: Adiposity Nights, FA, ffa, fiction, Hog's Revenge, Part One, Part Two, The Case of the Crash Diet, weight gain

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.

Labels: A Journey to Fat Acceptance, Adiposity Nights, FA, ffa, fiction, Hog's Revenge, Part One, Part Two, weight gain