MsCezanne's Odyssey

I haven't written in 9 years I miss it Does anyone miss me?

Well, everything seems to have gone to plan, and with any luck we'll have a baby within a year!

I'm tipping the scales at 282 pounds, not quite the 260 we were shooting for, but close enough that we're happy with it for now. I'm very happy about this, and very excited. Maybe even very very excited...

Before moving on to the next stage of my life, it's time to look back at the stage I've come out of. It's been a few years of constant change. Paul's growing up, with all the daily miracles that entails. We've moved into a new house, which was a LOT more work than I ever expected (it's one thing to move from house to house as a poor student... quite another for a mature family to rearrange their entire lives into a larger space!) Finally, there's the changes in me.

I've lost a lot of weight in the interest of 'health'. It's been a lot of work, and there were many many (many) days where I wasn't sure if it was going to happen, if it was going to be worth it. Now... with my goals in sight, I'm glad that I did it, that I stuck with it, that I've managed to become Charlotte the Lesser.

As excited as I am to move forward, there is a sense of loss, both literally and figuratively. Part of my life is gone, probably gone forever, and I miss it.

I miss sitting down to a pile of food, knowing that I get to eat all of it.

I miss sitting down on a couch, always in the back of my mind wondering if it's going to hold me this time.

I miss waddling into a room, and seeing everyone's eyes go wide when they realise how big I am.

I miss simply sitting, being in tune with my body. I can do that now, but there's just so much LESS to be in tune, it's like comparing Cezanne's studio with The Louvre. I'd love to check out the studio, but I can happily be lost in The Louvre forever.

I even miss folding my laundry, wondering why my clothes looked so much bigger than I felt.

In the interests of fairness, there are some things I don't miss:

I'm quite happy that my plans now include what I want to, rather than what I can do. (Alas, most of my plans are things that HAVE to be done... but even still, a lot more of those get done these days.)

I guess that's all that comes to mind right now.

I'm not happy that I 'get' to do the laundry, or the chores, or the errands. It's nice to be able to do it all, but I don't LIKE doing them, lol.

I can buy clothes much easier, which is also nice, but the giant clothes should be as easy to get.

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

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

She lived happily ever after.

The End.

Labels: FA, fiction, weight gain

We've finally set up our very own homestead!

It felt like it would never happen, and then suddenly we're in a strange place surrounded by boxes. We're exhausted, we don't know where anything is, but we are HOME.

Now I have two weeks to get ready for Christmas.

EEEK!

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…”

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

Labels: FA, fiction, weight gain