Truly Inevitable

[flaming-hades]

Victoria had never been known for much, nor had she ever been on track to achieve much of anything. In fact, in all likelihood, her whole life would likely go down as fairly unremarkable. Just another face in the crowd. Not a bad looking face by any means, but not stunningly beautiful either. Fairly average, maybe a little scrunched and a slightly too prominent chin, but powerful blue eyes gave her some character and stopped her face from deterring possible suitors. Her cascading blonde locks certainly didn’t hurt, at least until they faded during the winter months.

 

A relatively smart girl, but never one with much aspiration, Victoria had always been a good student who got all of the work laid out for her done, and done well at that, but was never gunning to be the next president of a corporation or to solve some global problem. Sure she’d earn a promotion or two over the years, but she was fairly content with her life, making a good paycheck at a stable federal job, living close to her parents since she was their only child, having fun going out with her roughly equally interesting friends in their mid-major city at night.

 

Much like the rest of her, Victoria’s body was pretty underwhelming, but not terrible either. At a squat 5’3, she was by no means the tallest and with fairly normal proportions, her legs were not incredibly slim. Quite the opposite in fact. While she slender on the whole, her thicker legs served to support her slightly wider than average hips and only defining feature, her booty. Even there, she was not so much known for her depth or firmness, so much as the breadth of it. Spreading nicely and with just enough depth to appear significant, Victoria had a fairly respectable butt. Had she ever gone to the gym, perhaps she could have developed it into something of significance, but that was never going to happen with her lazy lifestyle. The rest of her body was fairly slim, with small pert breasts that were enough to remind boys that she was indeed a woman, but nothing that would have a man raving.

 

No. Where Victoria succeeded was in her appetite for all things sexual and food based. With a highly active libido, Victoria had been notorious in college for locking herself down to a guy for periods of time and then riding him for all he was worth. Her stamina was unexpected given her untoned physique and lack of interest in exercise, but she was a secret freak in the bed. Perhaps it was her last season fashion, or continuously calm demeanor, maybe even appearance of being as innocent as a schoolgirl, but she always seemed to get what she wanted sexual. Hardly ever was she unsatisfied.

 

This bled into another portion of her life: food. As full of desire as Victoria could be sexually, it all paled in comparison to her natural enjoyment for cooking and eating. While most men had been able to keep up with her in the bedroom, none were able to comprehend how much food this young lady could put away. Full Pizza? No sweat. Two gallon tub of ice cream? Done in twenty minutes. Endless pasta? Restaurant ran out. Victoria was an unbridled glutton when it came to food, even if she ate it like a lady, and none of it ever stuck to her figure.

 

That metabolism of hers was the single feature that her friends envied her for. Some of them had better bodies than her, others were in far superior shape to her, others could out drink her, but none of them could out eat Victoria, and none of them could eat like that and not positively explode with fat. Their envy was ever apparent whenever they were out to eat. Most of them would order a thoughtful salad, maybe a hearty fish dish, and then it would be Victoria’s turn. She’d order an appetizer or two for herself to the eyerolls of her friends, then order the heartiest dish or even two dishes on the menu, and finish it off with several glasses of wine, beer, and dessert. Her friends continuously chided her, warning her that her figure couldn’t possibly sustain this for forever, but Victoria was unconcerned.

 

Perhaps she should have been.

 

It began when she started dating her latest flame, a surprisingly handsome and charming young man by the name of Maxwell. Much like Victoria, his family was of Polish descent and he appreciated a bottle of vodka as much as she did. They hit it off instantly and got completely plastered one evening, stopping by a late night take out place on their way back to her apartment to help satisfy her other hunger. That take out order was the moment Maxwell fell in love with Victoria.

Where most girls, even drunkenly, would have ordered some small snack to tide them over before the main course, Victoria went full tilt and ordered enough food to feed a small family, temporarily stunning Maxwell. After regaining his composure at what this little waif of a woman was going to eat, he began to appreciate her in a new light at how unafraid and unashamed she was of her appetite. Then was blown away when she ate all of it at the speed of light, scarfing it down before he even had time to finish his own late night snack. Maxwell, ever the traditionalist, was practically eating out of the palm of this woman who ate with gusto. Victoria, ever perceptive, noticed Maxwell’s appreciation for her hearty appetite and made a mental note to make sure that she showed off in the future.

 

The next time they went, for by this point they were both fully intrigued by the other, Maxwell made a point to order any and every dish Victoria even expressed an interest in eating. Eager to satisfy the curiosity of her date, Victoria greedily scarfed down each dish like an assembly line completing its product. Plate after plate stacked up and Maxwell’s attention turned to surprise as Victoria continued mechanically to devour the delicious meal he would be paying for.

 

At long last, Victoria had to concede that not even she could eat everything Maxwell threw her way, leaving half a slice of chocolate cake on a plate that had originally held four slices. While comfortable in her seat, Victoria quickly realized that her originally tight fitting dress had readjusted to accommodate a new curve: her distended and stuffed belly. Despite her black dress, any side profile of her made it all too obvious that there was an unnatural curve to her physique, accented by her three inch heels that she had originally worn to flaunt her behind, not her overextended gut. While slightly embarrassed, Maxwell seemed to not to notice and had been so enthralled by her hearty display of gluttony, that she knew she would be in for a great evening.

 

This slowly but surely became the natural cycle. Maxwell constantly pushing delectable meals onto Victoria, constantly testing and inadvertently extending her limits while Victoria greedily devoured everything that he provided her with. After several months together, the bleed into her daily eating habits was all too apparent as Victoria was practically perpetually eating with complete disregard for her figure.

 

At first, her friends had been secretly disgusted by her strong displays of gluttony, but when it didn’t stick to her figure, none of them could say anything but to make sure she saved some money, given the sheer amount of food she was buying.

 

That period of bliss, her slender body still fully intact, instilled a sense of invincibility that went right to the core of Victoria.  With this unshakeable belief that she truly could eat whatever she want, whenever she wanted, without any ramifications to her figure led Victoria to eat right out of Maxwell’s palm.

 

It was around the three month mark that things started to fall off the wheels for Victoria. Relationship wise, she and Maxwell were doing positively fantastic, and despite his constant encouragement regarding food, even her more critical fans found that they liked him as a person and recognized that he was a great choice for her. In fact, they all found it a tad amusing that Victoria had found herself something of a perfect partner to her relentless eating habits. It was strange, but for her, they felt it was a great fit.

 

With everyone sold on him, Maxwell began pushing his boundaries with Victoria, preparing high calorie ice cream sundaes after every meal at his or her apartment, getting her hooked on protein shakes as an accompanying beverage to her meals to make sure she was completely full, and making her breakfasts that could easily feed a starving family of four.

 

That was the tipping point for Victoria. In spite of her metabolism clearly being from another planet, Victoria had been pushing 5,000 Calories on a bad day, and Maxwell’s extra treats pushed her upwards of 7,000, began to prove too much for her. Not even most olympic caliber athletes could eat that much, particularly with no exercise, and not see some impact to their bodies, let alone a lazy and greedy young woman.

 

The first few pounds she thought nothing of it. Truth be told, she didn’t give it much thought at all when her breasts began to fill up their cups a little more and her yoga pants seemed to stretch that extra bit. In her mind it had been nothing but a late growth spurt that fortuitously amplified her solid curves. The slight softening of her arms and all so subtle curve to her previously flat stomach went relatively unnoticed at first.

 

For a time, it appeared that those might be the only gains she put on, her metabolism carrying on at an unfathomable precedent. Perhaps it had something to do with Maxwell being gone traveling for work, but she managed to maintain just that small amount of extra weight for almost the remainder of their first whole year together.

 

Then things kicked into overdrive. Maxwell had switched jobs, allowing him to be home more often and Victoria found herself consistently sleeping over at his place. With full access to a man with a well stocked kitchen and a desire to satisfy her every craving, Victoria’s metabolism was put through the ringer...and it lost.

 

Rapidly, it seemed that she was positively blowing through clothing. Where once she had possessed a slim figure that most woman would have been content with, Victoria’s gluttony rapidly destroyed and notion that she possessed such a figure.

 

Where once she had possessed nice wide hips and a relatively firm derriere, now was replaced by rapidly expanding hips that seemed bent on going out as wide as possible, all to support the expanding breadth and depth of her hearty derriere. Perhaps it had once been her pride, now all it ever served was as an extra cushion while she shoved food into her face.

 

Speaking of her face, it quickly rounded out and that hint of a double chin was ever prevalent, but particularly noticeable when she brought a thick jiggly arm up to her mouth for each delectable bite of her latest indulgence. That bite naturally found its way past her growing, almost cantaloupe sized melons that had quickly succumbed to gravity as their new girth expanded.

 

While impressive in the right bra, her hearty melons quickly fell away to the main feature of her physique: her hearty belly. It took next to to no time at all once her metabolism gave way for the first roll to accumulate around her stomach, providing a great big layer of insulation that fought to escape from her ever growing waist size yoga / sweat pants. That hearty belly of course only helped to round out her figure, quickly amplifying her generous apple shaped body.

 

That was about the time that Maxwell proposed to Victoria.

 

With little attempt at maintenance, or an inability to prevent the pounds from piling on, Victoria found herself with an extra 30 pounds on her body, evenly distributed, by the time their wedding came around. Even with every effort put forward to disguise her growing figure, Victoria’s wedding dress left little to the imagination with regard to her continuously growing body...and that was before her age started to catch up to her.

An aging metabolism is never a good thing to rely on, not that Victoria was truthfully relying on it for anything more than to reduce the rate at which she was gaining,and even there it was faltering.

By the time Victoria crossed the 30 year old threshold, her gain had finally begun to plateau, mostly due in part to her inability to eat enough to gain any further. Her body had gone from slim and relatively acceptable in most circles, to downright obese, but in classic Victoria fashion, she could have cared less. She had her man, she had her hearty appetite, and she had a baby on the way. That was all she could have hoped for.

[John Smith]

A nice style of writing, a well-worn narrative with, as well, some pleasant pace in a way any reader doesn't get immediatly bored by the story. A quite juicy transformation, above all. 

Love it.