MsCezanne's Odyssey

Sheila was woken up by the sound of Basil coming into her cell. "Tell me about the Heiress," he demanded.

"Oh, I'm too hungry to tell you that now, after I eat, I'll tell you the rest," she lied. She was so full she could barely sit up, but managed to do anyway.

Basil thought for a moment, got up and paced and then left the room. He came back half an hour later with a cart full of food in the white containers. "Eat it, all of it. When I come back tonight, you'll tell me the rest of the story."

Sheila, pretending she was famished, merely nodded as she had already stuffed her mouth with a Twinkie.

That night she had once again managed to finish off the mountain of food before Basil could force his company upon her. He came in, with his gloves and rope at the ready. He surveyed the room, and smiled approvingly at the empty food containers.

"Well?" he prompted.

Sheila was sitting in her chair, her hands perched atop her straining belly. She began.

The Fat Heiress - Continued

It turned out that gaining 20 pounds wasn't as easy as she'd hoped it would be. She was so used to watching what she ate, exercising extra hard if she ever cheated on her diet. She was always with her friends, and they sneered if she ate a chocolate bar, or missed a day at the spa.

It took several months for the heiress to finally figure out how to finally gain weight. She ate in secret, she would tell her friends she had gone to the gym with her other friends. All the while her debt continued to pile.

Finally she showed up at the trust's weigh station, and sure enough, she'd reached 120 pounds, and her stipend was upped accordingly. The problem, she quickly discovered, was that none of her clothes fit her anymore! She was still in debt, and now had to replace all of her clothes!

Reluctantly she began shopping for new clothes. She hadn't grown all that large, and she rather enjoyed the new curves. They gave her cleavage that her friends were envious of (they all assumed she'd had plastic surgery). It also gave her ass a little wiggle that seemed to drive the men crazy.

She decided she needed to gain a few more pounds to pay off the new clothes.

Before long the heiress was 130 pounds. The weight was starting to show in her face, and her arms. Her chest continued to grow and her butt was rounding out. She worked hard to hide her flabby middle from her friends, but she could tell they were starting to talk behind her back.

As she reached 140 pounds, the heiress was finally getting a hold of her debt woes. She still owed a lot of money, but the stipend was enough to cover her monthly costs and tend to the owing balance. She was having trouble keeping her friends though. They seemed to always be busy now, and not so eager to go out with her.

She knew it was because of her weight. However, with more free time, and fewer friends to hide her eating from, the Heiress found herself spending more time eating, and far less time even pretending to get some exercise.

Her wardrobe went through replacement after replacement. Even though she was worried about always buying clothes, her stipend was getting to be quite large, and she could actually envision getting out of debt so that maybe she could actually start to lose weight again.

Periodically her friends would get in touch with her, maybe come over for lunch. When the did, she didn't even pretend she wasn't eating to gain weight. They'd always be polite, but she could tell they had come over simply to gossip about her. Even though they tried to hide it, she could see them taking pictures of her eating, pictures of her getting up, pictures of how wide she was getting.

At 200 pounds, the Heiress couldn't even pretend she wasn't fat any more. She didn't really mind though, she still didn't have to work, and she really enjoyed the food she was eating. She even liked the clothes she was buying, they always fit so different, it was actually quite exciting finding just the right outfit to flatter her ever expanding curves.

The day she hit 250 pounds was a great day for the Heiress. Her stipend was now big enough that she would be living debt free. She decided she would stay at this weight for a few months to build up a cushion of money.

That day she also discovered a childhood friend Keith, the son of one of her father's business partners, had joined the trust. She'd always had such a crush on him, but her father had discouraged her from dating his partners' families. Now he saw her as the fat freak she was. He chased after her as she left the building.

He told her that as soon as he found out about the opening on her trust, he jumped at the chance. He wanted to take her out for lunch. She didn't really want to let him see her eat, but she couldn't really refuse.

At lunch they talked about childhood their childhood, about things that had happened in their lives. The Heiress didn't even notice that Keith had ordered plenty of food for her, and was watching each and every bite they had.

In fact, they dated for a few months, and the Heiress found her stipend growing over those months faster than ever.

Finally, one day she asked if her weight bothered him at all. He replied right away that there was a time where he wouldn't have dated a fat woman, but now, he was happy that the woman he loved also happened to be fat.

The 300 pound Heiress asked how that could be. Keith responded.


A Journey to Fat Acceptance - Part One

Keith had grown up privileged. His father had grown up privileged, and his grandfathers had grown up privileged. In fact, one had to go quite far back into Keith's family tree to find a dark root where his family hadn't been wealthy or privileged. It was what he knew.

Keith attended the best schools, he had influential friends, he always had whatever he wanted or needed, and he always managed to get away with things that others would not. There were costs for living this lifestyle though. His every act was scrutinised by peers, and there was much at risk from simply using the wrong fork, or talking to the wrong person.

In some ways Keith recognised that the world he lived in wasn't normal, and in some ways it wasn't even right. He also knew that over time he'd have a great deal of responsibility, and the only way to deal with that was to go along with the game, keep up appearances and hope he could be the person he wanted to be as well as the person he needed to be.

While away at school, he only dated other women in his social strata. There weren't really many women to pick from, and because the circle was close knit, life was very difficult after a break up, because everyone would quickly know all the details, real or fictitious as they may be. It made the relationships stale, as the risk of mistakes far outweighed the rewards of honesty.

Keith was dating a woman named Michelle. Her grand parents were new money, so Michelle was a little bit of a stretch, but she was very attractive, so this helped offset her more freewheeling attitude. In some ways she was a breath of fresh air, she was more open and honest in private, but worked all the harder to fit into the prim and propre rules when in company.

One activity that Michelle did not approve of was 'Hogging'. Keith and his friends would go to a bar that catered to a local college and find the fat girls sitting in the back. They would feign interest in the girls, assure them that they looked great and would fit in perfectly in high society. The girls would then be invited to come to the dining club where they would be humiliated by all of the guys' real girlfriends.

One evening after a hogging excursion, Michelle really let Keith know how atrocious she felt it was. Keith didn't know how to handle a girlfriend who actually disagreed with him, much less a girl who would actually disparage such an institution as hogging.

They quickly broke up, and given Keith's richer status, everyone took his side. It wasn't difficult, since she wouldn't deny saying the things she'd said.

After Michelle though, Keith found the other women to be insufferably dry and boring. Michelle really was a better person than any of the other women he knew. She might be a lower caste, but he could already feel that to reach his maximum potential he would need someone more open and honest, someone who was really willing to put things on the line to right the world.

Keith was in a tough position, he couldn't be seen with Michelle, and yet he was growing to believe that he couldn't live without her.

For Michelle's part, she was ostracised from the only life she knew. She hated her friends, who only kept her in their lives because of her family's standing. They treated her with a courteous contempt that made her lonelier than she could have thought possible.

Miraculously one evening Keith and Michelle found themselves alone at a fundraiser. Not knowing how long the moment would last, they both apologised profusely. Keith knew that his attitude was wrong, and that perpetuating it was not the person he aspired to be. Michelle knew that if she wanted to change the rules she had to play by them first.
They quickly agreed to keep in touch secretly. Keith really wanted to give up hogging, but Michelle had learned that he really couldn't. Michelle really wanted to give Keith a second chance, but Keith knew that the woman he was dating would win the breakup the moment Keith was seen with Michelle.

Over time Michelle finally concocted a new plan: Keith would pick her up on his hogging night. It seemed crazy to Keith. The main point of hogging was to bring back fat girls, and Michelle was anything but fat. She wasn't the slimmest girl in the crowd, but she was at most curvy. Keith was worried that Michelle would be recognised, but she pointed out that she was such a non-entity that she doubted anyone would notice.

After a few months Michelle had arranged transfer to another school so that she would be part of a new crowd. She also arranged with Keith when he could first take her hogging.

Keith was nervous, it had been almost a year since he'd dated Michelle, and 9 months since they'd made their plans in secret. Was she going to be fat enough? Was he even going to recognise her?

Sheila stopped the story at that point, her hands still perched across her distended stomach, "I'm really full, I just need to get some sleep, I'll be ready to tell the story tomorrow."

Basil just smiled, rose from where he was sitting and left the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The fat heiress?" Basil stopped misstep.

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

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

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

The Fat Heiress - Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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