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.

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Thanksgiving

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.

An hour later he finally rolled out of bed. He headed down the hall, and could hear his dear Elaine working on they day's meal. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, vaguely aware that it was already 11 in the morning.

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

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

Dinner finally came, and Cody 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 he was full, he kept eating, it was all so delicious, he just HAD to have more. When his stomach was full to bursting, he tried to keep going, he was enjoying this meal so much, he didn't want it to end.

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

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

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! He'd overslept! How could Elaine let him do that? He leapt out of bed and ran into the hall.

He could hear Elaine working in the kitchen. Was she mad? Why wasn't she at work? Why hadn't she woken him up?

Elaine turned with a start. "What's the matter honey?"

Cody was dumbfounded. He finally blurted, "what the hell are you doing here!? Why aren't you at work?!"

"Work?" She seemed puzzled, "why would I be at work? I get Thanksgiving off. Go watch some TV, I'll make you some breakfast."

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

Elaine brought him his 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," she 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."

Cody went through the afternoon in a haze. Had he dreamt it? It was so vivid a dream, he 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 he'd remembered it. Turkey with all the fixings. Once again, the meal seemed absolutely huge. Once again he ate as much as he possibly could, everything tasted absolutely perfect. And, once again, he didn't have room for the pumpkin pie.

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

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! A weird sensation washed over him. Was it a dream? This seemed too familiar to him.

He leapt out of bed and almost fell over. His balance was off. He looked down, his stomach was a little round and portly, as though he was till full of Thanksgiving dinner from the other night. Was it the other night? It sure felt like Thanksgiving today. He could hear Elaine working in the kitchen, she'd let him sleep in to enjoy the day.

He headed out, turned on the TV and confirmed it was indeed Thanksgiving. He turned to his beautiful wife as she brought him some bacon and eggs.

"I know this is your first thanksgiving without your family," she smiled at him. "I just want your day to be absolutely perfect. I'm cooking all your favourites for you."

As she said that, she rubbed his tummy. It felt sort of weird. He'd always been quite fit, working out a lot. Where had that gut come from?

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

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

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

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

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10! Yet, he wasn't surprised. Somehow, he knew that it was Thanksgiving. He was sure yesterday was Thanksgiving, and yet he was sure today was Thanksgiving too.

He sat up in bed and was struck with a new feeling. His stomach had spilled over his lap. How odd. He realised he felt like he'd been eating for days on end. With great effort he slid off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

He could have sworn that just yesterday (the real yesterday, not that hyperreal dream yesterday) he carried a fit 185 pounds on his 6'2" frame. And yet this guy in the mirror, he was fat! Cody headed to the bathroom and stepped up on Elaine's scale. The numbers lit up: 287 pounds. 287 pounds!? That just didn't sound right. And yet, it felt right.

He headed out to the living room, and flipped on the TV. Nothing caught his attention, it was old news, or shows he'd seen a million times before.

"You look famished this morning honey," Elaine 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 Cody. Everything felt old, recycled. And yet the thoughts of the forthcoming meal were getting him very excited. He'd never had Elaine's Thanksgiving before, but he knew that it would be a big feast. He worked himself up with the thoughts of the juicy turkey, perfectly whipped potatoes, he found himself drooling! He laughed as he thought about Pavlov's dogs.

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

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

Elaine brought out the pie, hopefully smiling at Cody. He looked at the pie, but surprised himself by saying he was too full. He would LOVE to have some pie, but there was no physical way he could eat it.

That night Elaine was trying to cajole Cody into a little sex, but he was way too full to move. He lay there in bed, feeling every ounce of his 287+ pounds pulling at him. She settled for giving him a massage of his massive stomach. Even though he regretted not eating the pie, he fell asleep already anticipating the dream where he got to eat Thanksgiving dinner again and again.

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock, it was almost 10!

He could smell the bacon cooking, and he knew there was a lumberjack's breakfast waiting for him at the table. He slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hall. He was surprised to see how he looked in the mirror. 6'2", 185 when he got married three years ago. He played a lot of sports, worked out fanatically. But now, this guy in the mirror was at least 400 pounds.

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

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

As the afternoon passed Cody found himself snacking. He knew he needed to save room for dinner, but the hunger pains were too great if he didn't have at least a dozen cookies or something every hour.

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

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

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

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

He slowly waddled down the hallway, his enormous stomach stretched taught. The rolls of fat on his back jiggled with each step, he could feel his chins swaying with his slow gait. Elaine helped him lift his elephantine body into bed.

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

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He looked at the clock. Or rather, he tried to look at the clock. There was something blocking his view. Sheepishly he realised it was his enormous stomach blocking his view.

He turned to get out of bed, and realised he couldn't. "Um, Elaine?"

Just then Elaine, his loving wife 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." She smiled her 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 his dream he was enormous, eating a massive Thanksgiving meal every day. But… he was really 185 pounds, right? Or was that the dream? He was confused. Actually, he was hungry! He dug into the cartful of food.

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

Cody whiled away the afternoon watching TV programmes he was familiar with. But as he snacked lightly throughout the afternoon, he could feel his appetite building. He'd never anticipated a meal as much as the one coming up.

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

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

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

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

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

Cody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but found she was already cuddled up tightly against his folds of fat. He looked over at the clock, but couldn't see it over his massive stomach.

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

Elaine woke suddenly with Cody's flesh moving as he tried to make sense of what was going on. She was agape as she saw that her formerly 185 pound husband was now a mountain of flesh taking up most of their mattress.

She leapt out of bed as he continued to struggle to sit up.

"What's happened? Why can't I move? Is it Thanksgiving today?"

"No honey, yesterday was thanksgiving," Elaine 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 Cody's mind. It wasn't possible… and yet, it had to be. He'd had years of Thanksgivings, all at once. He thought back to dinner the previous night. It was perfect. It was the most perfect thing in his entire life. This fat, it wasn't new. It was old, it was what he was meant to be, he was now perfect.

He could see Elaine's eyes lighting up. She too was realising the perfection that Cody now represented. She climbed up on him, began to massage his fat, gently arousing him. 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, Cody finally spoke up.

"Honey, that was perfect. But you know? I'm a little hungry..."

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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…”

Labels: FA, fiction, weight gain

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

Dirk's Door


A thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.


He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button popped off with a surprising ‘zing’ and his stomach forced the pants back open.


He’d been only 230 pounds then, hadn’t he?


From there he thought about the first time he’d gotten stuck at a McDonald’s booth. They didn’t SEEM that small. And certainly he didn’t think he was all that fat at the time. But there he was, having had a couple big macs, a few packs of supersized fries and 40 chicken nuggets, and he was wedged in pretty good. It took ½ hour of slowly wiggling, but he finally extricated himself. He had a huge bruise across his belly, and that was the last time he ate in at a fast food place.


That was around 300, if he remembered correctly.


Dirk’s mind continued to drift.


There was the time he lost his cell phone and wallet. They were probably stolen from him, but the point was, without a cell phone or cash, he needed a lift home. He called his friend from a phone booth. When his friend showed up 15 minutes later, Dirk was laughing. He’d squeezed into the tiny booth, but hadn’t been able to turn around to squeeze out! It took them a good 45 minutes of pushing and prodding Dirk’s fat to squeeze him out so they could head home.


That day he was approaching 400 pounds.


Of course, Dirk smiled, there was always the turnstile for getting onto the subway! He always avoided them now, or took extra caution when he couldn’t. But not that day. Nope. He walked (well, waddled, really) right into it and as it ratcheted over, his thighs got caught on two sides while his belly jammed the middle. He had to wait an hour for the mechanic to show up and dismantle the machine that had choked while trying to swallow him whole.


450 pound men just weren’t meant for the subway it seemed.


What was the last time? Ah, it was the soap. He’d dropped the soap while in the shower. He knew it was somewhere underneath him, but couldn’t possibly see it. He tried to feel around with his feet. He found it alright, he stepped right on it and immediately flipped right onto his back! Dirk lay wedged in the bathtub, with the shower running, for well over an hour. Eventually he managed to reach the shampoo and use it to grease himself up to slip out of the tub.


His muscles still hurt at the thought of tossing 500 pounds over the side of the bath tub!


Finally his thoughts returned to his current predicament.


He knew full well the door to his bedroom required a little dance to get through. And he’d done his little dance. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten wedged in the door way, but he’d always been able to wiggle his way out before. He struggled and twisted and turned, but he just couldn’t budge.


The door just wouldn’t let a 600 pound man pass any more!

Labels: BHM, ffa, fiction, weight gain

It's been busy!

I know I always say that, but who knew life could be so busy!

Anyway, without any effort to post the long story, Amy was back in Ontario for two weeks, and I'd forgotten just how big she is!

I will try to write more later.

And to those who care: I'm currently 367 pounds (I was 363 before she visited...)

Labels: Amy, Char, diary, weigh in, weight gain, weight loss

Well, Easter has come and gone. It's always a time to eat, and I got a free pass from Sherry. I only gained one pound this year though, lol.

I got to see my niece again, which just makes me want a baby of my own!

I got to see Jeri again, and I can't believe how big she's getting. I remember when she was pregnant the first time she seemed just so huge, and yet I don't think she was more than 200 pounds. I guess our perspectives change with time!

Finally, hockey has started up, which means I won't get to see much of Ian until June.

Maybe I'll finally find some time to get my diary back on track!

Weigh in: 393 pounds

Labels: Char, diary, weigh in, weight gain, weight loss

Between Thanksgiving, Hallowe'en, Paul being sick, me being sick and Sherry being sick, I've managed to come up with a long list of excuses to gain some weight. I just haven't gotten back into my groove. I'm not watching what I eat, I'm not getting to the pool or doing my exercises.

I can feel it, too. It's been a long time since I really felt 'fat', but I'm feeling it now. I'm still of two minds about it too. I LOVE feeling fat! To feel fat after all this time, it's intoxicating, I'm revelling in it. At the same time, it's taking me further from my goal, and I'm feeling guilty about losing my self control for an extended period of time.

I know that sooner or later I'll get things back under control, just hope it doesn't take too long!

Until then, I'm just enjoying the new familiar feelings, and trying to let them become a habit.

Labels: Char, diary, weight gain

The new house was working out better than Matt or Annie could have dreamed. It was like they had started a brand new life together, and everything seemed to be perfect.

Matt's office was easy for him to use. It was well equipped, it was well laid out and best of all it was comfortable. Matt could spend as much time at work as he wanted and he never got tired of it. His productivity went through the roof. His employees and clients all noticed that he was doing better work in less time.

When he was done working for the day, he happily went to his home theatre to watch TV or movies. He'd always been a bit of a couch potato, but now he felt like couch potato royalty! Anything he wanted to watch was projected huge and clear on the wall. He could be bathed in sound if he wanted to. Movies had never been more real. Sports were beyond 'being there'. Even the local news reports about a cat stuck in the tree were imbued with tremendous gravity.

The best part was that the house was built for him. Matt hadn't realised how cramped he'd felt in the apartment until coming to live in the wide open spaces. This was comfort for him. With comfort, his appetite returned. He was eating more than ever, and his appetite seemed to be growing every day.

Annie's life was going very well too. The nagging problems of daily life in a tiny apartment were gone. The stress of getting the house designed, built and furnished had melted away. She could see how perfect they had gotten everything, and seeing Matt's appetite gave her a surprisingly warm feeling.

She took to the full featured gym with trepidation. She hadn't realised how out of shape she'd become, a lot of her routine was simply impossible for her to accomplish. She vowed to spend her free time in the gym to get back into shape so she could take care of Matt better.

Taking care of Matt was her greatest thrill. With a maid taking care of laundry and cleaning duties, and a chef keeping the kitchen under control, Annie had a lot of time to dote on Matt. His office was fully stocked with snacks within his easy reach. She had a trolly to bring him lunch on. The home theatre was also well stocked. He often ate dinner, again brought by trolley in there, rather than the dining room.

Besides keeping him well fed, Annie kept his skin clean and soft. She massaged him all over at least twice a day with a variety of creams, butters and oils. She would massage him while he worked, and massage him while watching TV. She could barely keep her hands off him! He was so happy, it was infectious, making him happy made her so happy she could explode with it.

Their biggest joy was the new bedroom. The bed was massive, so they could finally sleep together without anyone being uncomfortable. The bed supported Matt's weight very well, and was also soft and supportive for Annie. Best of all, with so much room available, their sex life allowed for greater experimentation.

The bedroom was also equipped to store snacks for Matt. Annie often brought him breakfast in bed with the trolley.

The biggest surprise was the pool. Annie had expected to use it for exercise, but she had long outgrown her bathing suit, so it went unused.

"What do you need a bathing suit for?" Matt asked one day when she lamented the unused pool.

"I can't swim naked now, can I?"

"Why not?" he asked. "Don't want me to see how much of a whale you've become?"

Annie's eyes twinkled, "You watch your mouth fat man! If anyone around here is a whale, it's you! They probably don't even make a bathing suit big enough for your fat ass!"

Matt laughed, "Everything is designed to hold an elephant around here. And yet I can't even get swim trunks! Well, if you're not going to use the pool, I will."

He promptly stripped down and waddled to the pool.

He slowly walked down the ramp, adjusting to the water. It was a little cold. He realised it had been years since he'd actually been in water. He sometimes had showers, though he preferred Annie's sponge baths. When his belly first hit the water it shocked him to have the weight lifted off. He moved completely into the water, and discovered a new sensation of his fat floating!

Matt instantly fell in love with this new sensation, and the pool became his new play place. He could float for hours, with Annie bringing him a raft of snacks to keep him full. They also found other advantages to having both of their heavy bodies rendered weightless...

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain

Even as moving day drew nearer, Matt felt more and more like it would never come. He had spent forever couped up in his tiny apartment, with its tiny office and tiny chair, tiny bedroom and tiny bed. The stress was killing his appetite, and he could feel the weight melting off.

Annie couldn't wait for the move either. The apartment wasn't so tiny for her, but she'd put in so much work getting the new house perfect, the apartment just seemed pathetic. Also, because Matt was eating less, she was eating more, and already she was stretching the seams of her largest clothes.

One breakfast she remarked, "I can't wait until you start EATING again! I just can't let all this extra food go to waste!"

Matt, who was already done eating smiled, "But it is going to waist. Your waist is getting huge honey!"

"Again with the fat jokes. If you keep it up, I'm going to make you do the dishes."

"I know you're going to lick them clean," Matt replied as he got up to head to his office.

When moving day came, neither Matt or Annie were in any shape to actually pack and move anything. They weren't too concerned, they'd set aside enough money to pay for a moving company to pack and move everything under Annie's direction.

There was very little to actually move though. The new house had all new furniture. Matt's office was stocked with brand new, top of the line equipment, as was Annie's gym. They had very few mementos and decorations they were fond of as well. Most of the packing simply involved clothes that didn't really fit anyway. Matt and Annie were respectively looking forward to growing and shrinking into their old clothes.

Annie had kept the design of the house a secret from Matt. They had discussed everything they felt was important, and Matt had designed the office itself. He was looking forward to seeing his new home.

One thing that Matt noted about his new home was how much open space there was. The hallways had handrails, and were quite spacious. He remarked that you could probably drive a truck down them. Annie replied, "I thought of that, actually. One day we just might need a truck if you want to get out and get some fresh air!"

Everything was on the main floor, except for storage, the guest rooms and the residence for the live in help. "We'll have to get on hiring people soon." Annie told him. "Even if I was thin, I couldn't take care of this whole place by myself!"

The kitchen was spacious, and featured industrial sized appliances, massive amounts of storage, and a loading bay. Annie was particularly proud of that, "I've already worked out a service that'll come by once a week and stock the kitchen for us. The cooks will have to have some ordering experience."

"Cooks? More than one?" Matt seemed shocked.

"You don't think one man is going to be able to keep you fed day and night, do you?" Annie answered.

"How much do you think I'm going to eat?"

Annie's reply was a twinkle in her eye.

There were separate living room, home theatre and parlour. The parlour looked the most normal of the rooms. It was overly decorated for Matt's tastes, and while some of the furniture was heavy duty, a great deal of it was conventional. "This is where we'll entertain guests. They might want something that's not designed to seat an elephant."

"An elephant?"

"Well, yes. All your furniture is actually rated to hold the weight of an elephant."

"But, that must be tonnes!"

"Better safe than sorry, right?" The twinkle was still in Annie's eyes.

The living room and home theatre were more sparse. The furniture had a very industrial look to it, but Matt liked it. It seemed secure to him. The home theatre featured an expensive array of equipment that could all be controlled from a reclining couch in the centre of the room. "I think I have my favourite room!" Matt was practically drooling at the thought of watching the latest movies.

"We haven't come to mine yet," countered Annie.

The tour continued. Matt took a moment to inspect his office. The chair was solid and comfortable, and everything was laid out just as he'd dreamed it. Evertying was designed to adjust as his form changed. He could hardly wait to test it all out, but the rest of the home beckoned.

The gym was fairly large, containing a great deal of equipment. "I figure that our staff will need to keep fit when they're busy taking care of you," Annie pointed out.

The gym opened to an indoor pool. It wasn't gigantic, but it was certainly big enough for a few people to turn laps in, or just lounge around in. "I don't know that I've ever seen a ramp into a pool," Matt observed.

"When was the last time you climbed a ladder Matt?"

"But don't pools normally have stairs?"

"Mattie! When was the last time you climbed STAIRS!?"

He laughed, "Oh, right. I almost forgot we're fat."

The pool opened to an outside deck, which overlooked a verdant valley. There were large and small loungers arranged on the deck. The view was simply breathtaking.

"Finally," Annie said, "we come to MY favourite room: the bedroom". Like the other rooms it was spacious and sparse. There were two massive walk in closets, mirrors, bookshelves, but the central feature was the enormous bed. It looked sturdy and comfortable.

"Big enough to hold an elephant, right?" Matt smiled.

"2, actually," the gleam shone in Annie's eye.

"Well, I think we should test it out." he scampered into the bed as quickly as he could.

"Are you calling me elephantine?" Annie laughed as she followed him.

"Not at all! I just know that you're hungry, and the sooner we do this, the sooner we can all get fed!"

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, 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

Now that they had decided to build a house, Annie took charge of the project. she worked with lawyers and real estate agents to find the perfect place for the right price. She found architects and engineers to design the house for their current and future needs. She even contacted furniture designers to ensure the house would be furnished with things that would accommodate Matt safely and securely, as well as being comfortable for both Matt and Annie.

Matt was very excited about getting new home designed around him. The only problem was that Annie was spending so much time on this new project, she had very little time left for Matt!

He continued to go about his days, working as hard as ever. They had saved up a lot of money, but it was still going to cost a lot to get their dream house built. The biggest change to his routine was that he ate a lot of pre-packaged food, as Annie just didn't have the time to cook for him any more!

Matt didn't mind eating this food, but it just didn't capture his imagination like having one of Annie's massive meals spread out in front of him. Over time Matt could feel himself losing weight.

"You know the funny part about all this?" Annie asked one evening as she was massaging Matt, "You have been losing weight, but I've been gaining weight again. I haven't had the time to exercise, and I'm eating on the run a lot."

He smiled, "Yeah, I've noticed. There's not going to be room for both of us here for much longer!"

"I'm not getting that big," she slapped his belly and watched it ripple.

"Not yet," he replied, giving his whole body a massive wiggle that Annie loved to watch.

It was true: Annie was still a mere shadow of the woman she'd been when they first lived together, but he could see her clothes getting tighter every day he saw her.

With Annie being so busy, Matt found himself more focused on work than ever. He quickly realised that he was taking on more work than he could get done! It was time to hire some subcontractors to work with him.

Matt handled most of the hiring process himself. He did everything over the phone, or by email or online. His work was all done that way, so why not the interviews? Before long he had a team of three people he'd never met working from their homes (or wherever, he supposed). The business was taking on larger and larger contracts, and the money was coming in faster than Matt had ever imagined.

Annie capitalized on this success and made some upgrades to their plans, basically replacing all compromises with the original designs. It would take a little longer, but they were throwing around enough cash to get quick and generous service.

As the house neared completion Matt noticed that they were further away from needing it when they'd planned it in the first place. "Even though you've gotten fat, I think there's room for you in bed now," he sighed one evening as he stepped out of the bathroom without any trouble at all.

"I'm not fat," Annie said, swallowing the cookie in her mouth. "I'm just," she stopped speaking for a moment as she realised the bag of cookies was empty, "I'm just hungry."

"Well, whatever you are, the button on your pants has popped off." Matt laughed as he grabbed her a bag of cookies, as well as one for himself.

"At least I'm not wasting away like some people!"

"Someone has to make sure there's enough room in this apartment for the two of us, and it sure ain't you." Matt sat down heavily on the couch beside Annie.

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, 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