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  1. So beautiful ❤️ Anyone else doing the thought experiment of imagining what she would look like if she didn't have the weight loss surgery?
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    Heidi

    PART III (new) Here's something new, sorry it still doesn't finish! Larisa, my oldest daughter told me the news as I arrived at the breakfast table. She was back with us for a four day weekend from Asuncion. Upon turning 18, she took the opportunity to leave our quiet paradise in rural Paraguay to live in the big city. My wife and I had a hard time with it as she was still our baby though we knew in our hearts we had to let her live own life. She had been working at various jobs and kept busy but I got the feeling she was becoming a little disenchanted with the urban lifestyle. She had always visited us frequently as she promised us she would. Family was always first with all the members of our family, it is just something we were all brought up with. In my own life it is all I know. I lived on my family's ranch until our second child was born and even then my parents weeped the day we started our own homestead. “Heidi's coming back!” Larisa told, me with delight in her voice. Heidi, our beloved American guest, had returned to her home in the U.S. about 8 months ago. All the members of our family and of course our staff, missed her dearly. It wasn't uncommon to hear Margarita or one of my children sentimentally recalling her elegant presence and carefree charm, not to mention her intense physical beauty. Even some of her more bratty moments seemed to have been forgotten. “Her parents must be really stuck-up, rich Americans.” Said Larisa, a little angrily. “I don't understand why they insisted she come home! She was like, totally having a wonderful time here, right?” “...Well, yes, you could say they kind of convinced her.” I said. “There was probably a lot to it. You have to remember, she was living here for way longer than she intended to. Also I think there was the issue of her weight.” I said, for some reason still not quite comfortable with the subject. “Oh.” said Larisa, looking down at the table. “I don't know the whole story, but I guess her parents finally saw some pictures of Heidi that Mom took at Facebook.” “What?” said Larisa, a little confused. “That's crazy! You mean she never sent her family any pictures of her experiences down here?” “Well,” I started. “I guess she only sent a certain type of picture.” I remembered the day well, her parents had threatened to withhold her family's trust that had been setup for her, unless she returned back to the U.S. The deadline was only one week or they we're going to their lawyer to make the changes. I can still feel Heidi's head on my shoulder, the tears soaking my shoulder. Apparently Heidi had been conveniently posting only photos that showed her from the neck up the whole time she was living with us with the exception of perhaps those from the first few months. I had to laugh a bit at that, but that was Heidi. I don't think she ever took a second to really think about how big she had become. Some part of her brain was vehemently protecting the indulgent lifestyle her pleasure centers had grown to depend on. I've talked a lot about the impressive diet Heidi adopted during her stay and how she had grown as a result. But as plump as she became, her face didn't really give away much about was happening. Favorable genetics I guess. Also part of it was just getting a little further into her twenties...a woman's face tends to get a little leaner naturally with age I think. I'm sure her parents knew she was putting on weight due to that modestly but healthily softening face and new, cute double chin. But they absolutely could not have imagined how far things had gone. “How could they get so mad?” Asked Larisa. “I mean I know Heidi, like, got fat, but it's not like she was ugly or something. I'm sure she could have found a husband or partner totally easily if that's what they were worried about.” “That could be the reason, but they were probably worried more about her health. She was getting quite fat towards the end and they probably wanted her back so they could help her get back down to her old weight. You know, parents worry, just like me and your mom worried about you kids before Heidi came.” Larisa rolled her eyes. “Yeah I remember.” “Haha. You'll learn what it's like someday when you have your own kids, Lar.” I told her, smiling. Even though the eye roll reaction was common when it came to the expression of our worries about their health, they had all turned out reasonably slim and healthy. Heidi had somehow instilled good, healthy habits in all of them that stuck even after her departure. I think Larisa had even slimmed down even more since she had moved toAsuncion. From what I hear there's a lot of walking when you live in a city and the small amount she makes from her service jobs probably doesn't leave much room for fattening meals out at restaurants after paying the rent. “Well, whatever, I'm so excited she's coming back.” Said Larisa. “Did you see the email?” “No, I'm not always glued to my phone like you guys.” I said, smirking. “I saw it first thing, she said she can't wait to come back. Not sure how long she is staying or what but I guess we'll find out.” “Haha, I like how she didn't even ask us if she could stay here again, she just assumed.” I laughed. “Well, she's totally one of the family at this point,” Said Larisa. “I guess she just figured it was cool.” After breakfast, I figured it was time I go discuss Heidi's return with my wife. Larisa was right, Heidi had grown to be like one of the family, but still, she was a guest with the track record of vastly overstaying the plans. I could see a relatively short visit turning into a lot more. “Hey hon?” I called into our bedroom. “Yes?” I heard back. I walked in and sat on the bed, my wife was getting dressed. “Heidi wants to come back.” I said, looking down, folding one of my shirts. She turned around, hands behind her back, adjusting her bra. A confused look came over her face. “Back here, again? I thought she's been permanently sequestered at home back in the U.S.?” She said, smiling smugly. “I don't know the details yet. All I know is she's coming here for a visit at the end of the month.” I said. “I think before we give the okay, we should consider that she'll end up staying longer than we think.” “Mmmm, you're probably right.” she said. “Do we also assume she's still mega-indulgent?” she smiled broadly, probably picturing Heidi beaming with pleasure while expertly devouring one of her amazingly large meals. “I know at times it put a strain on our budget and staff!” “Haha, yes, that unbelievable appetite.” I said, chuckling. “I know what you mean, but you know I looked at the Quickbooks and she still has several thousand U.S.D. in that fund her grandmother sent her. I was just about to send back a check, but maybe we'll hang on to this money for a while.” “Ugh....yeah.” My wife said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. All of us piled out of the house as Ricardo raised the alarm as he heard the sound of crunching gravel that signaled a car was approaching. A car made its way up the driveway that led to our house from the main road. We could see it was from an airport car service from the logo on the door. The car pulled up to the house and stopped. We of course had given our approval to Heidi as the feeling was universal throughout the household that she was greatly missed and would be a real treat to have her around again. She would arrive this coming Saturday morning and had mentioned she wanted to stay for a month. My wife and I agreed it would be a joy. As word spread, a feeling of excitement rippled through the house in the days the followed. The door popped open and we all saw a leg step out. Then before we knew it, Heidi was standing there, electric smile on her face, eyes sparkling. She looked vibrant. She had definitely lost weight, yet her yoga pants clung nicely to her generous thighs and it was clear she had attempted to pull them up at least partially over her smaller, but still soft and plentiful belly rolls. On top she wore a thin, loose tee shirt that actually covered the stray rolls that weren't encased in her yoga pants. Soft looking, slightly dimpled upper arms flowed out of her tee shirt arms. Her face looked perfect, almost modelesque, framed with shoulder length raven hair and with silky, flawless skin and tasteful makeup. It was clear she had reduced her weight and her face showed it, her well defined jawline and all but gone double chin were a change from when we had all last seen her. “HUGS!” She cried as she attempted to run towards us. Her smaller, but quite present fat rolls, big thighs and fat ass jiggled and she soon resorted to a waddle. As she made the rounds to embrace all of us, I noticed that when she came to Margarita, she squeezed extra hard and I thought I even saw a tear from her eye. She stepped back and took us all in, still beaming. “Oh I've missed you all so much!” she said, clasping her hands. There were then a few seconds of silence and Heidi looked over my shoulder into the house. “Do I smell steak and eggs?” We all tried not to laugh as the look on her face seemed to be utterly serious. Margarita broke the moment and ran right over to her, putting a hand on her cheek. “Oh, Poor dear! No one has made you your steak and eggs for a while, have they?” Margarita’s mouth formed into a childlike frown, her bottom lip extended. Heidi lit up like someone had thrown a switch on a megawatt light bulb. In no time we were all at the lunch table, with Heidi filling us in as to what she had been up to during her absence as we waited for lunch. “Ugh!! My parents!” Heidi complained. “They were all in my business when I got home about getting too fat, blah, blah, blah! This even after a traveled all that way to come home, just for them. They even pretended not to recognize me when they picked me up at the airport, can you believe it? My mom put her hand on my tummy when she found me, her eyes as large as pancakes. So annoying, I was like 'Get over it, haven't you ever see someone that weighs more than 120lbs before?' Oh my god. I admitted to getting fat and that still wasn't enough. I was like 'what more do you want me to do'?” Larisa and Angela reached out to hold her hands in comfort. Just then the food arrived. A large plate was set in front of Heidi. She almost looked like she would cry with tears of joy as she stared at it. “Mmmm” She said, breathing in the steamy odors from the delicious looking, generous serving in front of her. “I don't want to talk about it, really, it's like not worth it, but...” She started in on her feast, shimmying with pleasure. “...I mean it's not worth it, it's sooo dumb...but they cut me off and tried to control my meals and got this, this personal trainer for me...like I need a trainer?” She said, clearly insulted. “ I think I know my way around a gym!” She raised her eyebrows and have a grin of annoyance. “I would have moved out right then and there but they said they were totally going to take way my trust fund that I'm supposed to get when I turn 27 if I didn't play along. Ah, hello? You are my parents, aren't you supposed to support me in my life and love me no matter what? Instead they make my life hell, forcing diets I don't need and dumb ass trainers?” She continued, shoving a giant forkful of steak into her mouth. “So how are back here, what happened?” Larisa asked. “Ah,” Said Heidi, smiling. “I figured a way out. After about 6 long months of that ridiculous and unnecessary dieting and exercise they made me do, I snapped. You know after a while I could just feel my body screaming for more food, I was in agony all the time, headache, chest pain you name it! Then I just screamed one day 'THAT'S IT! THIS IS OVER!' The next morning, I went over to our lawyer's. My parents didn't know I was doing it but I did. Something didn't add up, I mean my grandparents set this up and now my parents were controlling things?” She salted her eggs, and folded almost an entire egg around her fork. “So, sure enough, my mom and dad, like, didn't have any say in the trust! It was set in stone that it would go to me at 27, period! They were bluffing!” She said triumphantly. “Ah good for you, honey.” Said Margarita, hearing the tail end of the conversation. She had returned with some french fries to go along with lunch and was serving a nice portion onto Heidi's plate. “So. So here I am.” She stated, proudly. Her hand went for the fries almost by instinct. “Wow!” I said, watching her expertly move fries into her greedy, voluptuous lips. “You really got them. So are you on speaking terms with them, what's going now between you guys? I hope the question doesn't offend you.” “Haha, offend me, right. You should know me better than that by now, I don't embarrass or offend easily” She laughed. “Yeah we had a rough few days, but I think they knew they were beat and it was time to back off. Now things are okay, not great, but okay. That's partly why I took this trip, just to put some distance between us while the situation cools down a little.” Once she had picked her plate clean, she left the table, walking out chatting with the girls. I few minutes later, I walked into the living room, with my hand around Paula's shoulder. “She's really gotten her eating under control” I said. “Under control?” my wife said, looking at me strangely. “Did you see how much she ate?” “Yeah but do remember how much she could eat towards the end of her stay, wow that was amazing.” “I suppose you're right. Heidi, Heidi.” She said, smiling. “I don't think I'll meet another like her in my entire life.” “Look!” I said, suddenly whispering, pointing to the sofa. “How quickly she's back into her comfort zone!” Heidi was reclined on the sofa, already sound asleep. Her shirt had crept up over her yoga pants, revealing a large, impossibly soft fat roll. Her fat thighs, made smooth by the tight yoga pants tapered into still shapely calves and then into cute, dainty feet. As if there was a hiccup in time, the next morning Heidi was back in the same place, lying on the sofa. She had just polished off a feast of pancakes, sausage, fried potatoes, and buttered rolls. It was a familiar site to all of us going back to the days when she had coached Marisol's dramatic weight loss from this lazy perch. She appeared to be cozied by the plush couch, with its surrounding soft pillows propping her up. “Hey Heidi.” Said Larisa after coming down the stairs. She had just taken a shower, styled her hair, and put on a little makeup. “Oh, you're so pretty!” Heidi said, turning her head toward the stairway. Larisa noticed how she didn't even try to sit up, even slightly, her curvy body idly nestled in the sofa. “Like, it's just striking me now but you've gotten totally hot since I saw you! I just love that figure, girl!” Heidi continued. Larisa twirled a little to show off her figure and came over to sit next to Heidi. “Your trainer Heidi's healthy ways have stuck with you I see!” She said, proudly admiring our daughter's slim form. As had always been the case, the lazy and greedy yet confident and charming ways of our Heidi had always fascinated me, and I found myself hanging out in the living room just to see what she would do next. I've got a gossipy streak, what else are my wife and I going to laugh about before we go to bed at night? “Hey,” said Heidi, “Does Margarita still order those mini donuts, you know they chocolate ones in the bag?” “I don't know, I don't see why she wouldn't.” Said Larisa. “Especially since she knew you were coming.” “I'd love you forever if you'd go and get me some.” Said Heidi, turning on her most charming smile and eyelash flutter. Larisa was a little annoyed I think. At first, she hesitated, the smile fading a little from her face. Heidi cut in, though. “I'd do it but my body's like still in shock or something from all that exercise I did with that crappy trainer. Plus I had a really good breakfast and relaxing here is sooo good for my digestion. I know my body and it needs a little Zen here and there to be healthy.” She looked at Larisa, raising her eyebrows expectantly. I could almost read Larisa's mind as she looked at the smaller but still quite over-fed girl laying on the sofa. After another second or two, the smile returned to her face and she responded. “Okay Heidi, you said chocolate, right? I think I may have seen powdered as well come to think of it.” “Best to bring them both, I'll try to see which I like.” said Heidi, evenly. Now with donuts in hand, Heidi's eyes glinted their familiar sparkle of delight. . “Come over and sit Lar” said Heidi, motioning for Larisa to set on the sofa with her. “We have to catch up, tell me about the city, all the boyfriends you must have.” Larisa almost blushed for a second. “Actually I'm going on a lunch date today.” She said. “Whoa, who is it?” Asked Heidi. “He's a guy I met and he's actually a country boy. I met him in the city but he's from a town that is not that far away from here.” “Cool, is he cute?” Ask Heidi, popping a whole mini donut into her appealing lips. “Oh my god, he's so hot.” Said Larisa, getting a little excited. “I'm hoping we'll get along well and have a lot in common, some of those city guys I went out with are really not my thing, guess I'm still a country girl at heart. We'll see!” Antonio's Journal ...also went on a date today at lunch, her name's Larisa. Pretty cool girl, I met her at the cafe in Asuncion that's near my apartment. We hit it off when I realized she was from the same rural area as my family and where I grew up. We both happened to be home for the weekend so we decided to go on our first date. She's so sweet and downright hot! She has big, dark eyes and the smoothest skin I've ever seen. She has a great body, a little skinny compared to the girls I usually fall for, but she has a hint of an hourglass shape and that's enough for me! I guess she's from a big, wealthy family, they have this big cattle ranch out east of here. I hope I can get out there someday to see how rich folks live! I hope I can see her again soon, after the date I was a little smitten with this cutie. I'll give it a day and send her an email? “Ooh, my stomach's finally pleased with me again!” Said Heidi, as she ate her third piece of cherry pie and ice cream after dinner a few nights later. She held her fork up in the air as she held her forearms to her chest and shook her hands gleefully. “It was NOT happy with me during all that dieting my parents put me through. I swear Margarita puts something addictive in her cooking...wow I haven't felt this good in months!” Paula and I were sitting at the table with Heidi, having some after dinner drinks. Just then, Larisa came in to get a glass of wine. She brushed Heidi's shoulder as she walked by. “Guess who emailed me tonight?” She asked, smiling. “Who? Was it Antonio? Really?” Heidi asked, sharing the smile. “Yep! He wants to go on another date, he really wants to come her to check out the ranch.” “That's awesome! But wow that's quick, already ready to meet the parents?” Ask Heidi. “Yeah well that's a problem, I think it's too soon. I told him maybe when you guys are away for the day or something.” She said, glancing over at my wife and I. “You're a big girl.” I said. “We would like to meet him but if you wanted to do it next Monday, that would work, your mom and I are going to a friends for dinner.” “That would be cool. Thanks Papa.” She said. “Well, I want to be here!” Said Heidi, cleaning the creamy melted ice cream off her now bare plate. “Haha, don't worry,” Said Larisa, “you'll be the first to meet him.” Antonio's Journal What a day it was yesterday, I still have the thrill running through me. I finally got to go on another date with the lovely Larisa. As I had hoped, it was to be at her family's big cattle ranch, which I was dying to see! I suggested she show me around and then have a nice late lunch picnic in the woods or something. When I arrived a little later than our 1pm meeting time as the ranch had been hard to find. She was waiting for me out at the gate where you enter the property. She was looking as gorgeous as ever. She wore nice fitting jeans and a lightweight top that showed off the curves of her modest breasts. Her dark hair blew lightly in the breeze. "Hey there!" She said, as she strode toward my car. "Are you ready to see my fancy ranch?" I thought it was funny she called it that, but I guess it is a pretty special place. Also, I was so happy she wasn't mad I was late, I guess that's a good sign to have a woman so understanding! The ranch was really cool, sooo big and sprawling. When we finally got to the main house, I was shocked at the size. I asked if just her family lived there, and she said yes but she has a big family and also some servants live there as well. Wow servants! As we walked into the house and began the tour, I eventually met her 3 siblings, 2 sisters and a brother. They were very nice and all of them quite attractive, must run in the family. The last stop was the kitchen. "This is Margarita!" She said, giving her a little hug. "Margarita, this is Antonio!" Margarita is a sweet woman, she reminds me of one of my favorite aunts. Larisa told me Margarita does most of the cooking...the stores of food around were amazing, like a restaurant. There were endless shelves and big coolers of all kinds of raw materials for baking, meats etc plus many more shelves of snacks, and random other tasty things. I asked Larisa if Margarita was just there waiting to make anything for anyone at any time for them and she said that was pretty much it. I think she saw me looking at her slim body just then, I guess I was wondering were it all went. I would get pretty indulgent, pretty fast around there. She laughed at me and said that as kids had strict nutrition and exercise rules and they just kind of forgot all that food was just a request away after a while. We were chatting away with Margarita when we heard someone coming and then a woman's voice: "Hey Margarita, is my snack ready?" Then it happened. I..met...Heidi. Oh my god what an experience. What I took in next is something that has been replaying in my head ever since. I looked up to see the probably the fattest and at the same time prettiest girl I had ever seen (sorry Larisa). She looked like an American to me, I could tell that. Pale skin, like a European doll's, so smooth. Her face was beautiful, like you would see in a fashion magazine, I don't know how she did it but it wasn't really that chubby looking...I would have expected a round face. She had such cool cheekbones! She had dark, luscious hair she pushed back behind her ear with her hand as she looked up at us. I noticed the jiggle under her upper arm as she did this, her arms were shapely and feminine but the upper portions were hopelessly untoned and were starting to ooze out of her t-shirt, which was on the verge of becoming too small. Subtle, but unmistakable dimples were visible as the flesh under her arms almost formed a roll as it met her body under her arms. It looked like even a pin dropped onto these muscle free limbs would fall and be enveloped into the soft flesh instead of bouncing off. My eyes helplessly scanned down that big body. Wow, her breasts were round, large and soft looking yet still separated themselves sexily from the rest of her fat upper body. It was filled with rolls of all shapes and sizes, some peaking over her bra, some under, some on her back. She also was gifted with an hourglass figure with cute, round hips. My eyes drifted past them and fell on her largest rolls, her belly. It sagged out proudly, with no real effort from it's owner to hold anything in. It was separated into two pretty big roles, with her yoga pants' waistband tucking in between them. You could totally see the outline of her big, lower belly roll as sat, tucked into her pants. I could have stared all day but I was jolted out of my trance by Larisa's voice, which sounded miles away. This is Heidi! She said, clearly excited to have me meet their American guest. She's staying with us again for a while after being back in the U.S. She was here for like 3 years on her first visit, I have her to thank for this fit physique of mine, she's the one who set up all our health and exercise plans! Heidi stepped forward and said: "So nice to meet you, Antonio!" A killer smile beamed from her as she bounced momentarily up onto her toes. When she came down, her whole, impressively plump body jiggled erotically. Her belly seemed to bulge even more as she leaned back slightly to keep her balance. "So nice to finally meet you!" She said, sweetly. "Lar, you were right, he is super cute!" She held out her hand and I shook it. It was so soft, petite and dainty. I've never met one, but it's what I would think a princess's hand would feel like. As we chatted, Margarita let Heidi know her snack was ready. I guess she may have not eaten lunch because her snack as a big portion of fried chicken and biscuits. As she sat down, I noticed her round thighs spread abundantly outward over the chair. One could easily forget there was either muscle or bone buried beneath those wonderful layers of softness “I've lost weight, so I'm indulging a little in the afternoons,” Said Heidi, aggressively attacking one of the fried chicken breasts with an eager bite. As we lingered in the kitchen, Margarita offered us some of her fresh baked corn bread to sample. It was amazing, if we weren't eating lunch soon I would have asked for like 5 more pieces! Meanwhile I couldn't help but continue to glance over at Heidi. What an amazing girl! She was so into eating, her eyes danced with gratification, you could almost see this glow of pleasure or some kind of aura that surrounded her. She paused only to butter up another biscuit before quickly devouring it, those eager, alluring lips, accepting bite after bite as if the feast would never end. Margarita soon packed us a basket for lunch and we headed off to our picnic. We had a nice time talking and getting to know one another. Larisa had picked a pretty spot down the hill by a pond they stocked with fish. On that lazy afternoon, we threw bits of food into the water to watch the fish come up for a bite. After that we returned to the house and Larisa showed me her room. She's a little messy but I won't hold it against her. I did notice one of the pictures she had in her room that looks like it was from a couple of years ago, as Larisa looked a bit younger having not matured into the woman she now was. A slightly plump, pretty girl in a velour track suit stood with an arm around Larisa as both of the girls smiled happily. The girl's moderate love handles and belly were super cute and could be seen in outline under her top as they muffin-ed out over her pants. The love handle on the outside, opposite Larisa bulged out cutely as the top rode up a bit. As I looked a little closer and soon realized who I was looking at. It REALLY looked like Heidi! My head spun, had she really been that much smaller? I mean this couldn't have been more than two years ago, I thought to myself. I must be missing something, I thought to myself, maybe this is someone else? Then it started getting more interesting with Larisa. We sat on the bed chatting, then kind of out of the blue she starts kissing me! She tasted great, like candy. She was breathing hard and I could tell this was a very passionate girl. Her lustful initiation of the kiss was a super turn on for me. I love it when a girl is overcome by sensual pleasures, almost acting out of control. “Heidi seems happy to be back, living with us again.” My wife said to me as we, got ready for bed. “Funny, she literally prefers to be here over pretty much any place on earth, even back with her family.” she continued. “Yeah, it's pretty special, I do feel good that she's so happy here, it makes me proud we've been able to provide such a comfortable home for her.” I said. My wife chuckled a little. “What are you laughing at?” I said, already smiling in anticipation. “Oh nothing, I was just going to ask you if you heard anything last night?” “No, I don't think so.” I said. “Yeah, you were pretty dead asleep.” She said. “I heard this noise and went downstairs to check it out.” “Paula, you should let me know about that stuff!” I responded. “Oh my god, we're in the country, is a big bad drug king pin going to come and rob our house at night?” She said, mocking me. “Ok, ok” I said “Finish your story.” I said, letting it go quickly. “Anyway, it turned out to be Heidi, of course. She was in search of something sweet.” Paula continued, clearly amused. “She's like, 'I woke in the dead of night mega-starving! There was no way I was going back to sleep without....did you see where Margarita put that cake? It's SO good.'” “Haha, doesn't surprise me.” I said, grinning with enjoyment at her recount. “So I took pity on her,” Paula continued, “I found that leftover red velvet cake that was so good and cut her a healthy slice. Then I figured I would get her some vanilla ice cream too. I put a scoop on her plate and was about to put it away, but then...” “What?” I asked. “She reaches out and puts one of those pampered little hands on mine. I stopped and looked at her, and she motioned to wait as she finished her big bite of cake. Then she finally lets out 'No, no Paula, can you just leave it out? I don't think a small scoop will do it, I need to try to get back to sleep and need a full tummy, I don't want to be tired tomorrow!'” “Did she eat the whole container?” I asked, expectantly. “I don't know, probably. But I wasn't going to hand around, you know how long she can eat once she gets going.” We both chuckled. “Well, she lost quite a bit of weight back at home I guess, I think I heard her mumble something about 70-80lb?” I said. “Oh Yes, I guess I'm not surprised, she does look a lot smaller. She was really getting fat by the time she left the last time. I would see her sauntering around, usually heading to the kitchen and I always still did a double take at how large she had become. If someone had told me when she arrived she would put on that much weight, I wouldn't have taken that bet for anything!” Said Paula, still with a look of astonishment. “I know!” I said. “At least she carried it well, even then.” I said, thinking back almost a year. “Yeah. As I always say, she's lucky she makes such a pretty fat girl.” Paula said, laughing. “Is it almost dinner time?” I overheard Heidi whine as she strolled into the kitchen. She had slept a lot of the afternoon away on the sofa, then watched TV for a bit with Ricardo. Now, her hunger pains must have become unbearable, causing her to rise and go seek out the nearest food. I went in to see what was for dinner, and Heidi was seated at the bar near where Margarita cooks. She was handing the overfed girl a plate of hot chicken wings with blue cheese dip and some fries to hold her over. “I made these for an appetizer,” Margarita said, “but, you can start on them now while I finish the main courses.” I knew Heidi was a sucker for greasy food and she dug right in ravenously. About 10 minutes later, it was time for the main dinner to be served and Heidi was summoned over to the table. She got up slowly, her excess fat jiggling. She paused, looked back at her plates, then grabbed another wing and a handful of fries for the trip over to the table. “Oooh, fettuccine, yummy!” Said Heidi, looking at the rich and heavy cream sauce oozing over the ridiculously large plate of pasta that was set in front of her. “It's Italiano night!” Said Margarita, proudly setting down a big platter of garlic bread. “Save room, we've got some Lasagna coming next!” “Oh...ma...gaa! Heidi, mouth full of fettuccine, I love lasagna, how come you've never made if for me before?” Heidi said, questioningly. “Oh my dear,” Said Margarita, smiling, “since you left us, I have had a lot of time to try out new dishes...but no one to taste test them!” “Oh well I'm back. Just tell me when!” Heidi said, eyes aglow with pleasure as she forked another large bit into her greedy mouth. “Aah, I've missed my little collaborator!” Said Margarita, squeezing Heidi's soft shoulders affectionately. About 15 minutes later, unbelievably, Heidi finished her entire plate of pasta, and pushed a spotlessly empty plate away. As she sat back, she signed, and looked a little full, but I think she had it in her head that she wanted to eat some lasagna and being full was not in the equation. Soon a healthy piece was placed in front of her. She held her palms together in front of her, clapping her fingers together in excitement. “Mmmm,” Said said, closing her eyes, obviously feeling the joy roll over herself. “Oh my god, I can't wait to see what other recipes you've come up with if this is how good your lasagna is!” Heidi said, digging in once more, her feelings of fullness apparently evaporating. After another half an hour, she had blissfully devoured another piece of lasagna and some tiramisu. It looked like she had severely pushed the limits of her stomach and her gluttonous passions had overwhelmed her merely mortal body. She held her belly. Her face showed a mix of gratification and mild pain. “Oh my,” She said, throwing her head back, still clutching her tummy, “I don't think I will have to eat for a week!” I laughed internally at this, for she had come to be a woman that couldn't last three hours without food, let alone a week. Here's another instance I found amusing. So, Heidi is sleeping in her old bedroom upstairs these days. She had, for a time, taken over my office space downstairs in order to eliminate the inconvenience of going up and down the stairs. But this time she requested to be back upstairs again, I guess she's feeling energetic again. Regardless of the reason, it really makes no difference to us. In any case, here's the story. So Paula told me she was heading to the bathroom last night about 11pm and walked past Heidi's room. “I hear this giggling coming from Heidi's room and couldn't help but stop and listen.” Said Paula, mischievously. “You gossip!” I teased. “You bet I am.” she said, laughing “So I stood near the door and peaked through the crack in the door, you know how there is that little crack?” I nodded. “Anyway, so seems like since Larisa is older now she gets on with Heidi really well. They hang out a lot more these days” She continued. “I guess our baby has more in common with a 20-something than a teenager these days.” I said, a little glumly. “Right. So they're giggling and all, you know, Heidi is teasing her about Antonio...the usual girl talk.” “A huh” I said. “They go on for a while, then Heidi says 'I got to get out of these clothes, my comfy clothes are calling me right now!' Then Larisa starts to leave to be polite but Heidi starts in again and sort of blocks her path as she she heads for her dresser. 'Hey, you don't have to leave...So when are you guys going on your next date?' said Heidi. She then pulled out a pair of plush shorts and a night shirt and threw them on the bed. This is where it gets interesting, she pulls down her yoga pants then bends down to pull them off her feet. She looked a little winded after that!” “You're bad!” I said. “It's true!” she shot back, smiling. “Then I noticed this big tummy oozing out from under her shirt that had been held under reasonable control by those yoga pants. Now it's free and looks much more generous, I can see it swaying as she moves. Then off comes the shirt and she's there is nothing but a bra and panties.” “Yep...she's never been the shy type.” I respond. “Anyway, Larisa is just staring at her, it looks like she's in a trance or something. First off, I swear Heidi's gained weight in the two weeks she's been back, you wouldn't believe the softness of that body. I know Heidi's nowhere near how big she was when she left us last, but I'm still always impressed." "I really didn't notice, but she certainly has eaten enough to make it so. Yes, go on..." I said, expectantly. "That belly is still really substantial but it's saggier than ever, I think it must have something to do with all that quick weight loss. She's got a double belly, which I never really noticed before.." "Wait, double belly?" I asked. "Haha, you know what I'm talking about. I've seen this online, like when some woman gain a ton of weight, all that extra fat in her belly starts to droop and folds over and forms two big rolls. Like with Heidi, one big roll hangs over her panties, and the second sits on top." Paula explained. "Anyway, Heidi's second roll is super squishy looking right now and it shifts and deforms as she moves side to side, it's starting to get dimply a little too." "Wow you're really on the case, Paul, haha. You've noticed everything." I interrupted, chuckling. "Oh yes" She said, not missing a beat. "She had a lot fuller looking belly rolls when she left." Said Paula, her finger on her lip. "Well don't be dissapointed my dear, if I know Heidi, she'll be back at her high weight very soon and leave nothing to be desired!" We chuckled as we tucked ourselves into bed for a good nights sleep. I recall sitting at the breakfast table about a week or two later. Heidi had just arrived wearing one of her "fat" sundresses, although she still wasn't filling it out as she once had. She chatted with Margherita and Larisa as the food was brought out. "So can I just tell you guys again how happy I am to be here right now?" Heidi said as she closed her eyes, pleasurably inhaling the sweet aroma of the big stack of Belgian waffles in front of her. "I mean I love the USA and all, but you guys know how to do it right down here!" "Hey Heidi" Started Larissa. "Did you get a chance to hang with your friends while you were back in the states?" "Yeah, a little" Answered Heidi, gesturing with her finger to Margarita for more sausage patties to be piled on one of the many plates in front of her. "You've heard me talk about my BFF Sarah, back home, right? She's amazing, we've known eachother since like forever. We got to hang out a little bit but I was busy a lot with this silly diet, you know eating at home all the time, not to mention all those hours at the gym." Heidi folded a large sausage patty in half and smoothly slid it in her greedy lips and continued. "We did get to go out to eat a couple times. My parents gave me a cheat day once in a while and sometimes we hung out then. It was a blast, I was teasing Sarah because she's putting on a lot of weight!" Heidi giggled a little before cleaning a row of stacked and packed waffle pieces from her fork with her teeth as if it were a shish kabob. Heidi pulled out her phone and after searching for a few seconds showed off a picture of herself and another girl who could only have been Sarah. The girl was blonde and very pretty. She stood about Heidi's height and smiled sweetly. I got a little closer and yes, I could detect a roll of fat under her moderatly loose t-shirt, and her thighs were full looking and were starting to dimple slightly as they reveled themselves below her shorts. I tried to hide my smile as I considered the irony of Heidi called out this moderately chubby girl for putting on weight. Humoring her, I said, "Oh yes, she's a cute little butterball!" "I know, right?" said Heidi, beaming and turning the phone back to look at the picture again. "She was always the friend who could eat whatever she wanted and stay 110 lbs! It was so funny to see." Three months passed... "Do you need some help?" I heard my wife say as she came through the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She had left me alone in the family room where we had been watching some Netflix before bed. Margarita was in the process of slinging plates of all kinds of tasty looking delicacies onto the buffet bar. In between this, she delivered soiled pans and bowls into the clutter of dishes that now overflowed the sink. "At least let me help you get a start on all these dishes!" Paula said, diving in to help. "Oh thank you, Miss Paula, I got a head of myself I guess. You know how it is when I get going cooking and experimenting with these new dishes!" "How's she doing tonight, Heidi?" Asked Paula, smiling and looking over at the excessively overfed raven haired girl sitting at the bar. "Oh my god!" Heidi mumbled back, her mouth full. "You have to try this pineapple upside down cake! It's amazing, so buttery!" The serving plate that once contained the whole cake sat in front of Heidi as she eagerly forked more it into her mouth. Only about half of the cake remained. "Okay, my dear." said Margarita, setting down a gorgeous looking cherry chocolate cheesecake beside Heidi's pineapple cake. "Try this one, see what you think, it's called Chicago style cheesecake, very smooth and silky inside with a milk chocolate layer on top and then a layer of sweet cherry filling" Heidi's eyes sparkled and a slow smile of deep contentment appeared on her face. I heard her emit a quiet and shaky moan. She subconsciously ran her tongue over her plump red lips as she dug her fork into the cheesecake. Thick, gooey cheesecake, chocolate and cherries quickly made their way to Heidi's mouth. She put her head back in ecstasy. "Oh my god, I'm in heaven!" she said licking chocolate off her lips. Heidi quickly dug into the cake for another bite, the smile of pleasure never leaving her lips. She enthusiastically ate her way through two pieces of the cheesecake and was starting a third when Margarita slid another serving plate over. "Alright! Now for my absolute favorite, chocolate cream cake. I'm trying out a new butter cream peanut butter frosting on this one! " Said Margarita, proudly. She stepped back with her hands on her hips and smiled, looking pleased with her work. "Tell me what you think, honey, I think you'll like it." Heidi quickly shoveled the bite of cheesecake she had at the ready into her greedy mouth and went right for the beautiful cream cake. It came apart deliciously as she forked it, moist and creamy. As the fork entered her mouth, we heard a sensual "mmm" and she closed her eyes for a moment. "Oh yes, oh yes, peanut butter cream is even more delicious than the vanilla you made last night! So good." When I went through the kitchen about a half an hour later to grab some milk. Heidi was still at the bar eating. She had expertly devoured almost half of all the cakes as well as a few cupcakes that had apparently come out after the cream cake ( judging by the empty cupcake papers beside her). Margarita poured Heidi a big glass of milk and knowing my habits, handed another to me. Heidi drank hers down quickly. " Whoa that's so good, isn't it? It like washes all this deliciousness down after my little dessert!" She said, obliviously. "Well, my dear, which is the winner?" Margarita asked, expectantly. "Hmmm." Heidi said, frowning a little. She paused, looking at the cakes, then took another huge bite of the pineapple cake, paused again, savoring it in her mouth. She then moved on to resample the other two. All this time, I couldn't detect even a hint of fullness or discomfort from her overeating, it was really quite astonishing. "I'm going cream cake!" Said Heidi, putting her fist in the air briefly before going for another bite of the winning cake. "The frosting puts it over the top." She mumbled, her mouth packed with cake.
  4. hgee

    Heidi

    PART II I couldn’t sleep this particular night and was sitting in the kitchen, sipping some warm milk. After a few minutes, I was joined by Mara, who had seen the light on and ventured in to see who was up. Apparently, she was up late playing with the new, computerized sewing machine I had bought for her. With the exception of the two of us, it appeared all of the other family members and staff were already sound asleep. But just as we engaged in small talk we heard someone coming. It turned out to be Heidi. She was still wearing Marisol’s large-sized, old warm-up suit she had adopted earlier in the day. She barely acknowledged us as she rubbed her sleepy eyes and went right toward the refrigerator. “Ohhh…..I was just looking for a treat. Maybe some ice cream if I can find it,” Heidi said groggily, reaching in the drawer for a spoon. Soon she was opening the upper freezer door. Heidi strained up on her dainty little feet to peer into the depths of the freezer, but just then her fat and growing belly unexpectedly poked out of her suit. It had forced her pants down and top up with a smooth and quick snap and it now hung comfortably free. “MMM! Chocolate fudge!” said Heidi, retrieving a large carton of ice cream. She stood there and immediately started eating, oblivious that her new flabby tummy was now exposed and in full view. I think we were again astonished at how soft, smooth and pillow-like it had become. Her navel was now sunken deep in the new layers of thick and healthy flesh. “Oh dear! You have gotten too big for those suits too! Tsk, tsk!” Mara said rushing over. She did her best to pull up Heidi’s pants and pull down her top, to once again cover Heidi’s ever-growing paunch. “Oh, ha ha ha, don’t worry,” said Heidi, laughing, her mouth full of rich ice cream. “Stupid thing shrank when they washed it! Not my fault! Besides, this big freezer is much too high to reach, it’s got me stretching and reaching like a contortionist. I don’t need to be exerting myself like that!” she said crossly, trying to adjust her workout suit which looked undersized around the middle. “Ooooff, I could use some new clothes. These suits are so tight they get hot sometimes…maybe you could make me a sundress………or…or something” Heidi said, finally getting her suit adjusted to comfortably accommodate her rolls of fat. True to her demands, the next day Heidi could be found behind closed doors in Mara’s sewing room. After what seemed like the whole morning, Heidi emerged in a very simple white sundress. Mara had churned it out in a hurry with the help of her new equipment. It also helped she didn’t have to measure Heidi very exactingly for such a loose fitting dress, she simply made it plenty big! The material looked loose and cool, yet still had the look of a well-made garment. “She looks very glamorous in that dress,” I remarked to my wife, Paula. ”For a woman who has grown so very, very plump, she is still rather stunning.” Paula gave me a sideways look as I admired Heidi. “Well, as much as I hate to admit it, you’re right, dear. She is getting a bit of a double chin, but it doesn’t hurt her looks a bit, she is still quite ravishing. Ooooh, makes me want to hate her!” Paula, smirked, jealously. “If only I could indulge in food like that and still be so gorgeous. Seems like she can do no wrong…that dress makes her look thinner too!" said Paula, with her hands on her hips. “You’re right. We're so used to those velour suits where you can see every roll of fat,” I added. “More butter mashed potatoes!” mumbled Heidi as we all sat eating our lunch. She looked as though she was making up for her morning of fasting sitting in Mara’s room. She was eating more than we had ever seen her eat before. I’m sure it was easier now for her to ignore her plump and expanding body, now that her clothes don’t constrict her and her growing rolls are hidden under a loose dress. Soon, with a pile of a half-dozen absolutely cleaned plates next to her, she lazily sat back and put her cute little hands on her big tummy and closed her eyes. “My this dress is wonderful,” Heidi swooned. “It's so cool and comfortable, and it doesn’t get tight as I eat! The problem is, I don’t know when to stop eating!” she said blissfully. That day Heidi was asleep for almost five hours after her lunch…a lunch that could easily have fed a family of a six. The next morning Heidi’s appetite continued to be quite healthy. After a decent breakfast, Heidi took her usual spot nestled in the living room couch. In her arms, she held her usual box of chocolate doughnuts. My office is right off the living room, so from my desk, I can observe most that goes on every morning as I do my daily paperwork. Marisol soon arrived to do a few of minutes on the treadmill. She bounded energetically around the room with more energy than Heidi had ever seen from her. “I’ve reached my goal!” Marisol said, as she climbed on the treadmill. She wore tight spandex that showed off her new, lean body. She still had a little fat on her, but it looked like if she wanted to lose more weight, it wouldn’t be a problem. “Got to keep it this way! Maybe I’ll shed a few more pounds for the heck of it!” said Marisol gleefully, as she started her workout with vigor. Meanwhile, Heidi continued to indulgently feed herself doughnuts with a pleased smile as she thought how happy she had made Marisol. A picture flashed in her head of the obese, 285-pound Marisol who was barely able to do a sit-up. This was the Marisol who could barely run a few steps without getting hopelessly out of breath. Heidi’s smile widened. “Yes, we’ve done it!” said Heidi proudly. “Only problem is I'm starting to get out of shape in the process,” Heidi said with a broad smile and giggled, her mouth full of doughnuts. She lay motionless on the couch, her expanding body filling out the soft sofa quite nicely. Marisol knew “a little out of shape” was a gross understatement, but was still appreciative of her friend. She doted over Heidi, constantly doing her favors and more or less treating her like royalty. And Heidi was none too quick to fall into the role. Despite Heidi’s increasing “queen-like” behavior, they still spent long hours late at night talking and had become closer than ever. “Marisol,” Heidi called, still comfortably reclining lazily on her plush, overstuffed sofa. "I’m still hungry; could you run to the kitchen for me sweetie?” “Of course, what do you need?” asked Marisol, stepping off the treadmill with an energetic bounce and standing at attention. She had finished her workout and was toweling the sweat away. “I was thinking of something sweet; that box of doughnuts was so small. Do we have any Danishes or éclairs? " “Something sweet…Hmmmmm…let me see what I can find…” replied Marisol as she trotted into the kitchen. Marisol was gone for a while, but eventually returned with a small cart absolutely loaded with goodies. “Wow! Nice! Are you trying to fatten me up?” asked Heidi, as she saw the bounty. Her eyes sparkled with delight. “Well, my dear, we have it all here,” said Marisol. “Your Danishes and éclairs, but also some of Margarita’s homemade delights. Try these buñuelos de viento. These are a delicious light doughnut…a South American treat for our hungry North American guest.” Marisol handed Heidi a plate with a few buñuelos de viento. Heidi didn’t even bother to make the effort to sit up, she just starting devouring the flaky doughnuts immediately. “Ooooh! These are heaven!” said Heidi. "You can tell Margarita to keep making these! More!” Marisol loaded up the plate again with twice as many and watched Heidi inhale the fattening treats. “Hey, let me!” a voice cried from behind them. It was ten-year-old Ricardo, who had come in from practicing soccer in the yard. “Ah, okay, Ricardo,” said Marisol. “You go ahead, but don’t eat any, you know you’re still on a diet. See ya! I’m going for a run.” Marisol then briskly jogged out of the room, heading for the front door to begin her daily run. Ricardo quickly took up a place next to Heidi’s 290-pound body. He sat on the edge of one of the cushions as she now took up a great deal more space on the sofa than he remembered. “Want more?” said Ricardo, holding another goody up to Heidi’s mouth. “Oh, mmmhh” Gobble, gobble…smack, smack. “I am getting to like this service!” beamed Heidi as she sat back and remained motionless as she continued to eat indulgently. “More, please.” Ricardo seemed to enjoy himself, and before long had fed Heidi most of what was on the cart. Most would have probably been critical of her over-indulgence, but being only a child, and immature for his age at that, it was merely a game to him and he reveled in it. “Just a couple more, Aunt Heidi!” said Ricardo picking up one of last few éclairs. “Almost done!” Heidi has obviously getting a bit full by now…after all she had been eating all morning. She put her hands atop her belly and looked absolutely stuffed. “Okay, a couple more,” said Heidi. Before long, Ricardo was happily feeding her the last éclair with a pleased look on his face. Little Ricardo seemed to really enjoy feeding his “Aunt” Heidi. It was just a game to him, I imagine. I chuckled to myself thinking of how carried away he often got and how overstuffed he made her. He told me once of how he tries to beat his own record of how much food he can get her to eat. I don’t think he realizes it, but he is probably stretching her stomach a little more each time. “Don’t feed her too much!” I warned him. “The more you feed her, the more she’ll eat next time! Watch out, she might eat you, if you aren’t careful!” He loved that one and wouldn’t stop giggling. ------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- Another month passed. “Heidi,” I said, “I want to make sure the kids don’t put back on the weight you have helped them lose. I know you haven’t been working out with them for a while now, and so far they are still thin, but please take them out for a jog once in while, okay?” She nodded. “I really appreciate what you have done, but I just don’t want to see anything happen, they are so healthy and I am so proud of them!” “Okay, no big deal, boss, I’ll be happy to. I’ll get Marisol to help!” I hated to get on her, but I knew it would do the kids some good and help instill some discipline. Plus, I figured Heidi could use some exercise too; maybe it would help her lose a pound or two. Two days later I came back from a day in town. To my surprise I saw Marisol and all the kids out for jog…or at least the kids were out for jog. I could see that Marisol was running along with the kids, but Heidi had a better idea. She had found the old golf cart they kept in the barn. The help used it to haul things around once in a while. I had to chuckle. “Faster!” she yelled. “You guys have gotten out shape since I left you!” They went around and around the path that encircled my wife’s large garden behind our house. I could see Heidi’s fat rolls jiggle as the cart went over the bumps in the dirt path. A few days later, I went in search of Julio, one of our farm hands, and his helper Roberto. Usually they were in charge of the cattle and other livestock, but today I had them planting some greenery and redoing the front yard. I wanted to give them a change of scenery, hoping it would keep them happy and add a little spice to their day to day routine of minding the cattle. When we had settled on what work needed to be done, I invited him in for a cool drink. We sat in the kitchen and sipped iced tea. “I’ll be right back!” we heard in the hallway. Just then Heidi entered the room in, as was always the case these days, one of her new white sundresses and bare feet. Heidi saw us, said a brief hello and went right for the freezer and pulled out an ice cream sandwich. She hesitated for moment….then grabbed another. “Hello, my dear,” said Julio, smiling broadly at Heidi. “Hello guys!” responded Heidi, as she shyly unwrapped her first sandwich and took a huge bite. With that, she sauntered out of the room. I say sauntered because although I couldn’t tell with the loose dress, she looked like she had gained even more weight and now as a result walked even more slowly and sexily than ever. One got the sense of full and jiggly fat rolls quietly sagging and budging beneath her dress. “Who is that, Raul?” asked Julio and Roberto. “She is our American guest who has been living with us for a couple of years now. We hired her to get the kids in shape. Come on, you know Heidi,” I said, smiling. Then I realized they probably hadn’t seen her for several months as the help rarely joined us in the main house. I had taken for granted in those few months how huge she had gotten. “She’s great! Remember how chubby the kids used to be? Now, thanks to her, they are in perfect health!” I explained. “All we have to do is keep HER from going hungry! It’s getting harder and harder these days!” I joked. “That’s young Heidi?” Said Roberto, mouth open. “I didn’t recognize her.” I laughed. “As you can see, she has certainly acquired a healthy love for our South American cuisine!” “Gordo, Gordita,” muttered Julio, under his breath. “It’s Margarita’s steak and eggs!” I said, now laughing as well. “They're her favorite!” “I see, I see!” said Julio, smirking to Roberto. As the weeks went on, Heidi and Ricardo seemed to be spending more time together. They would often sit in Heidi’s bedroom and play board games or cards. She seemed to be having a good time and I guess he was like the nephew or little brother she never had. Ricardo also still enjoyed feeding Heidi too. I think he thought it was like playing restaurant, or something. Don’t ask me which restaurant he has been to that feeds its customers by hand, but who am I to spoil his fun. I just hope she doesn’t get annoyed with him always hanging about. “Want to play restaurant?” Heidi asked, looking at Ricardo and rubbing her hungry belly. They sat in Heidi’s bedroom. Heidi sat on the bed, belly spreading out in all directions under her sundress. “Naw, I don’t feel like going downstairs to the kitchen,” protested Ricardo. “Don’t act lazy! Come on!” Heidi pleaded. “Can’t you see your Aunt Heidi is getting too fat to go all the way downstairs and back just for a snack? Come on.” Heidi then put her hands on her dress, pulling the material tight to show off her growing fat rolls. She sat there contented and looked almost immovable with her belly pouring out in front and her big love handles spreading out to the sides. Heidi was making the point very effectively that she wasn’t moving any time soon. “I’ll let you play the game…” she added, raising her eyebrows, hopefully. Heidi’s game was something she knew Ricardo enjoyed. It involved one of her favorite foods since coming to South American, empanadas. Ricardo would stuff them into her mouth as fast as he could and she would try to keep up with his pace by quickly chewing and swallowing the delicious morsels. Ricardo liked to try to beat his own record each time by feeding her an every growing number of empanadas. Luckily for Heidi this promise of a game worked and with a smile Ricardo headed downstairs. “Remember, get them from the big freezer and put them in the microwave for six minutes. …And make sure you bring enough, you know how hungry I get!” Heidi yelled after him. One Month later… “My, my you two!” said my wife Paula, entering the living room with a smile and hands of hips. She found Heidi and Ricardo quietly watching the satellite television. I sat, sleepily, trying to finish my book in a way-too-comfy easy chair. “Thanks for keeping little Ricardo at bay, Heidi. He can be a nervous handful if you let him,” smiled Paula. “…And let me know if he gets too clingy, I know how he is sometimes!” “It’s my pleasure," said Heidi. “He’s my little adopted nephew, you know.” Paula chuckled. “Okay, let me know if he’s too much!” she said, heading upstairs. As they went back to their television, Ricardo snuggled a little closer to Heidi. I could see Ricardo realizing how much of the couch her body now took up compared to when Heidi first arrived. “You're getting bigger, Heidi, I don’t have room on this couch anymore!” said Ricardo, sticking out his lower lip glumly and frowning. Heidi was at first offended, but then took the comment lightly, as it was from a innocent ten-year-old boy. She then playfully pushed his face into her ample, cushy belly as punishment. “Take that, you little rascal!” she said, as he giggled. “Alright, time for me to get on with the day,” said Heidi, attempting to get up. “Where are you going?” asked Ricardo. “I have to go upstairs and take a shower, and some other stuff. Grownups need alone time sometimes. Okay? Now get going. Hey, isn’t it your exercise time?” Heidi said, scolding him a bit. Ricardo agreed and reluctantly ran off. He looked back to see Heidi slowly hoisting herself from the couch. She was obviously having more difficulty than ever getting up with all the added weight. After a few minutes, Heidi finally reached the bathroom, breathing heavily after climbing the steps. “Geez! Look at this,” Heidi said, now standing in front of the bathroom mirror. She then reached under her pillowy and sagging tummy and lifted it slightly with both hands. “I am fed too well!” she said, giggling. “Well, I better get on the scale and see how it looks.” With that she walked over to the scale, her belly jiggling as she moved. As she stepped atop the scale, she realized she had to bend over to see the spinning dial over her protruding tummy. “Whoa! 315!” said Heidi, hands on her fat hips. “Whew, it’s getting out of control!” She thought for a moment, then smiled at herself in the mirror sexily. “……..Hmmmm, a few pounds, but still looking sexy!” she said. She then glamorously flipped her pretty hair to the side and winked at herself. “I’ll still be able to get the guys when I go back home!” she said, grinning slyly. A few moments later, Heidi heard a voice as the door creaked open. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Marisol had come in through the ajar bathroom door and stood looking at Heidi. “Whew! Nice belly!” was all Marisol could think to say. “Thanks!” Heidi said in return, standing proudly, her hands with nowhere to go but to rest on top of her spreading love handles. “I still look hot, right?” she said brimming with confidence. Heidi then turned and faced the mirror again and this time reached down and poked one of her tiny fingers into her biggest roll of belly flab. Her hand seemed to almost disappear in the ample flesh as she pushed inward. “Well,” said Marisol, standing directly behind Heidi. “You certainly are the best looking fat girl I know! …or should I say, rubenesque girl!” Marisol continued, not wanting to make her feel self conscious. She admired Heidi’s still striking good looks. “Let’s do our makeup!” said Marisol, eagerly. Heidi and Marisol loved to make each other up, do their hair and play like they were still in high school. “Ok!” said Heidi. “But let me take a quick shower.” With that, Heidi slipped her bra and panties off and stepped into the shower. Marisol was amazed at how fat she was getting and how increasingly thick her fat rolls now were. The extra flab jiggled and swayed as she maneuvered into shower. After the shower, the girls must have giggled and glamorized each other for almost an hour. Soon they emerged downstairs. “Wow!” I said. “Looking good, girls!” They both looked quite beautiful, but Heidi looked exceptional. Her looks were highlighted by the tasteful makeup and nicely styled hair. Marisol looked great in her own way too. She had lost even more weight and now almost looked what I would call “thin”. She wore a tight Adidas warm-up suit that showed off her new body. Heidi, on the other hand, had slipped into one of her white sundresses. I was so enchanted by her lovely face at first, I hadn’t noticed the white fabric of her dress clinging snugly to her ample tummy. She must have forgotten to dry off in the steamy bathroom. She looked so fat I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t realized how big and wide her belly was as I gazed at the thin white fabric as it clung like a second skin to her sagging gut. Man, I have to say, its mere size shocked me a little. That night, I had a talk with Margarita. “She eats a lot, Mr. Raul!” said Margarita, smiling. “Look at this,” continued Margarita as she pulled out a few slips of paper containing some lists and a few numbers. “Here is how much food we used per month two years ago. ….Now here is what we now use.” “What?” I said, amazed. I was shocked at how much extra food we were going through. I knew it all could probably be contributed to Heidi. This warranted a talk with Paula, which I had that night. “And it’s not only the costs that I’m worried about,” I said to my wife. “I saw her the other day and I couldn’t believe how big and fat that belly is! Julio and Roberto from the farm saw her the other day too. They barely recognized her!” “You’re right, dear,” my wife said, nodding her head. “She has really filled out a lot. …..I hate to dwell, all she does is eat and she’s gotten so lazy and out of shape! I met her coming up the stairs the other day and couldn’t help but notice how red-faced she was! I said “hi” to her and she could barely answer, she was so out of breath!” I laughed. “I’m not surprised! But I guess it’s the cost that really gets me. Buying all this extra food is going to put us in the poor house if this keeps up! I think we should do something…let's put her on a diet,” I suggested. “That will be a tall order,” she answered, chuckling. “I think the best way is to talk to Margarita. I’ll tell her to only serve 'normal' size portions and maybe give her ONE extra helping only.” “Gonna be a shock to her!” I said smiling. Once the plan was in effect, I was kind of surprised how easy it was. Margarita said she put up quite a fight at first when she was sent away from the table hungry, but after a few days she seemed to get the message and accept her new, comparatively meager portions. When steak and eggs day came, I noticed how glum and quiet Heidi was as Margarita gave her her second and final helping. I remarked to my wife how most people wouldn’t consider her limited portions a diet as it was still more than most of us regularly ate. A month into the new diet, the results were amazing. First of all, we were going through a lot less beef and other meats and the money Margarita spent on making and ordering desserts was much less. After six weeks the change in Heidi was quite noticeable. She was clearly thinner, and had even switched back to her old, largest sized, velour warm-up suits. “That tummy is shrinking!” Paula said, as we both read in bed one night. “Yes, it’s probably better for her in the long run. I hear they are pretty obsessed with being overweight in America. Don’t want her parents after me for making her so pleasantly plump!” I laughed. “Besides, we’re also saving money. That’s the big thing.” As well as Heidi’s forced diet was going, it was taking its toll on her demeanor. You could see it in her appearance as well as in her moods. She never put make up on anymore, nor took the time to do her hair. There were dark circles under her eyes these days and she looked like she wasn’t getting enough sleep. Paula had even heard her talking to her mom on the phone about how miserable she was down here. To make matter worse, her best friend Marisol had gone away to take a job in Asuncion for a few months. She was feeling so positive about herself, she felt the pulling desire to go and experience more of life, now that she was thin and beautiful. About two months into the diet, just when her dip into depression was making me rethink my strategy, I got a surprise. She came into my office waving an opened letter. She definitely looked thinner now. Her velour suit actually fit almost loosely and even fully covered her tummy. “Heck, she even has a little room to spare in it, now!” I thought. “Diet’s over. And I want to go shopping!” she proclaimed, smiling and holding up a piece of paper for me to read. I soon realized this piece of paper was a check made out to me. And it was for 10,000 American dollars! Heidi smiled a broad smile I hadn’t seen for weeks. “Shopping?” I asked her. “Yes,” she said, “I want to buy some livestock…isn’t that what you call it…some cattle…some chickens…some pigs?” Apparently Heidi had written to her grandmother who had a long history of spoiling her as a girl. I guessed she had told a sob story of how undernourished she was down in this third-world country and all she needed was a few thousand dollars to stock up on food and have enough to eat for the rest of the year. It must have worked like a charm. “Okay, Heidi,” I said. “Julio is going to have to go to the livestock auction this Wednesday and buy some more beef cattle, chickens and hogs. You see, we can’t raise enough here right away to fill your order, although I’ll put some of this money aside to buy some of ours when they are ready for slaughter.” “Cool!” said Heidi, happily. You see, $10,000 goes a long way in Paraguay. It meant she could get 10 head of cattle, a flock of chickens, and 10-15 hogs…her own little farm. Even then there was a few thousand left. I informed Heidi that we would need to give most of it to Margarita to stock up on any other raw kitchen materials she needed for baking, ordering various candies and prepackaged stuff and so on. Paula and I had a conversation about it and we decided with all the extra money coming in, it would be fine to let Heidi go back to her old extravagant diet. Besides the money issue, we really didn’t want her to be so unhappy since this could mean she would eventually leave us. She had become such an essential part of the kids’ lives and well being, we didn’t want to risk it. In addition, we even decided to offer her a small salary, so she would now be essentially a nanny to the kids. The first step was to let Margarita know there had been a change in plans. “So, Margarita,” I explained, "we are going to change Heidi’s meal arrangement and take off the restrictions we had implemented. We want to keep her happy and well fed, so from now on get her whatever she wants to eat. Please make sure she gets what she wants, even if it’s late at night.” “But, Raul……” Margarita started. “Ha ha. Yes, I know, it will be very difficult and expensive. But you will be compensated for your extra time and effort, don’t worry. Also, the food supply shouldn’t be a problem. We will be getting in several head of cattle, poultry and pork livestock. This will be solely to make sure Heidi gets enough food. I’ll let Julio know to butcher and process the cattle regularly enough so you don’t run out. Does this sound okay?” “Yes sir!” said Margarita, smiling. “Don’t worry, I know all her favorites!” “Okay. Go to work, and remember, I never want to see Heidi even the slightest bit hungry!” Margarita nodded enthusiastically. Next I was faced with the job of creating the space for the new livestock. I had Julio and Roberto clear some brush and build another set of pens. After about a week it was completed and the new cattle, hogs, and chickens were populating the new mini-farm. I watched as Heidi surveyed the cattle as they happily fed from corn piled high in the troughs. “Eat well, my little dears!” said Heidi, petting one of the cattle. “Oh, so cute!” “Think they know what’s in store for them?” I asked, smiling at Heidi. “Ha ha! Guess not. They seem nice and gentle to me. If only they knew they’d be on my plate soon!” she said, bending over with laughter. She paused for a moment. “How soon, how soon?” she asked impatiently. I presumed she was wanting to know when we could start slaughtering them. “Well, Julio said this one here is about the right weight, maybe a week more or so.” Just then Heidi shooed the other cattle away and started pouring more corn from a bucket in front of the ill-fated cow. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” she said, laughing. About a week and half later the meat from her cow was prepared and delivered to Margarita. Heidi was delighted when Margarita showed her how much meat a single head of cattle yielded. Margarita knew some would have to be frozen and did so, but not before setting aside enough for a week of Heidi’s meals. That night, Margarita made a casserole dish, potatoes and vegetables for us that were quite good. Heidi, on the other hand, was enjoying her personal meat harvest. She had requested cheeseburgers and Margarita’s famous beef brisket. You should have seen the plates of food in front of her. I noticed as Paula watched Heidi sensuously devour the greasy meat, all the while looking to be in heaven. The next day, wonderfully enough for Heidi, was steak and eggs day. Since Heidi now had chickens raised for both meat and eggs, she could eat fried eggs to her heart's content. This was in addition to the endless supply of steak that Margarita continued to bring from the kitchen. After almost an hour and a half of eating, Heidi was ready for more. “Got any dessert?” “Well,” said Margarita, taken aback. “I have been using my American cookbooks lately and I have a cherry pie that I made this morning.” “Perfect!” said Heidi, excited. “Bring me some ice cream and we have a deal!” Heidi got a huge plate and to Margarita’s surprise put half of the pie on her plate and scooped out 4 or 5 scoops of ice cream as well. A week later, things are pretty much getting back to normal at our house. Heidi was getting over her brush with dieting and the kids were now back in school. With Ricardo in school all day and not around to play with, Heidi instead seemed to spend her time during the day with Margarita eating to her heart’s content. “Okay, here we go.” said Margarita. “This is recipe number 654, I think it might be kind of rich, but you will let me know what you think.” Margarita was still working on perfecting her thousand recipes. Since her few months' of deprivation, Heidi was more eager than ever to act as food critic. Margarita had sometimes gossiped privately about Heidi’s gluttonous behavior, but with Heidi’s almost always positive feedback and passionate love of eating, she had found cooking for her very rewarding. She could experiment at will and never worry of anything going to waste as Heidi wasn't one for leaving leftovers. Margarita usually made the portions as she would for the entire family in order to get it down perfectly, so there was always quite a bit food, or in other words, more than just a sample. Heidi didn’t always see it this way. “Oohh! Chicken. This looks good.” Heidi beamed as she started in on a feast one afternoon. Margarita served Heidi a generous portion, but before she knew it, she was piling more food on Heidi’s plate. Soon all that was left was a chicken carcass, and few empty serving dishes. “I’ll give it an A,” said Heidi, grinning with pleasure, wiping her mouth daintily with a napkin. “See you at dinner!” said Heidi as she struggled off her stool and waddled out of the room. She then went to the living room and crashed on the couch for about an hour. After only about a month, it was clear Heidi’s weight was on the rise again. The velour suit she had again started wearing was no longer able to conceal her fat tummy. It was no wonder. She has really taken a liking to the new supply of beef. It was not uncommon to see her munching on a burger or even a rib-eye steak in the middle of the afternoon as she watched TV. Margarita just waited till her plate was empty and then was quick to plop a nice, new, juicy piece of meat on her plate. ------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- Two more months passed…… “How are you, Heidi?” I asked when she came to visit me as I worked in my home office one evening. I keep a home office out of the way; it’s just off the entrance to the outdoor pool. “Have a seat,” I said. She stood in the doorway, seemingly hesitant. Soon I realized that the small armchair in front of my desk would be a little tight for her widening body. “Oh, here's a stool, Heidi,” I said, offering her a stool I kept behind the desk. I noticed the tremendous jiggle around her waist as she sat down. I suddenly realized she had probably gained all the weight she had lost. In fact, she now looked fatter than ever. Regardless of getting so fat, she was looking particularly gorgeous today, better than ever. The dark circles under her eyes and her paleness that were present during her diet were totally gone. The color was back in her cheeks and she now was back to doing her make up as well. She was quite stunning. “I have been meaning to talk to you about something, Raul. You have always been nice to me,” she began. “Of course, Heidi. I have you to thank for the health of my family,” I answered. “Well, as you have noticed, I love to eat and have put on a bit of weight,” she said, putting both of her dainty hands on her huge belly. “I was wondering if I could make this my bedroom. I could use the bathroom down here, and even a small shower. You see, I don’t like going up and down the stairs, it makes me out of breath and I don’t think it’s healthy. “Besides,” she continued, smiling, “It would be cool because it’s right next to the kitchen. I need my afternoon naps and it’s too far to go all the way upstairs,” she finished. I have to admit I wasn’t happy about having to give up my office. It was set up as I liked it and I didn’t want to move it. But Heidi is very persuasive when she looks at you with those beautiful eyes. “She looks beautiful!” I thought to myself. “Also, Raul,” she continued, "I know we haven’t talked about the length of my stay in a while, but I would like to stay another year if that’s ok. I am having the time of my life!" I laughed and was flattered that she was having such a good time and replied she should not worry about staying longer. I added that I would start moving my office the next day. I would have her stuff moved in and I would get my things moved to her old bedroom upstairs. She thanked me repeatedly and turned to leave. “Oh, Raul?” Heidi added, coming back in the room. “I am going to tell Julio we need to butcher another cow, okay?” she said, cutely pulling her bottom lip with her finger. “Margarita said we are running low of beef, and I don’t want us running out!” I smiled and nodded my head in agreement with her request. The next day the servants were busy shuffling the furniture from the office to Heidi’s old bedroom and vice versa. Heidi came out of the kitchen with her usual box of doughnuts in her hand and surveyed the progress. I watched as she ate and as she moved I caught a glimpse of her big belly jiggling underneath her loose, white sundress. She had cast off the old velour warm-up suits long ago and was now back to the white sundresses. Naturally, she didn’t exert a muscle and soon settled into an easy chair as soon as they had moved in to her new room. The next morning Heidi came out to breakfast later than usual. She had obviously just rolled out of bed and had only to walk the few steps from her new bedroom to the table, where we were already starting our meal. Heidi seemed groggy, but she quickly perked up after a cup of coffee and a couple of fried eggs. She then requested some pancakes and proceeded to cover them in butter. After about half an hour the rest of the family had moved on with their day, but Heidi stayed and ate. At about 12:00 pm, Margarita announced that it was lunchtime and that Heidi should just stay put and start in on lunch. “Mmm.” Smack. Smack. Heidi kept eating, this time finishing some French toast. “Lunch, already? Okay, I have the appetite!” The kids, Marisol, Paula and the day workers we had hired to help with the farm chores started to arrive awaiting their midday meal. “Steak and Eggs!” said Margarita, "It’s Wednesday." Heidi beamed, for it was her old favorite. “Bring me three steaks, okay?” said Heidi hungrily. “My, Heidi, quite an appetite today!” said Paula, smiling, amazed at her consumption. “Oh, Mmmmm….yum yum yum!” said Heidi, "I can smell the steak cooking! Yes! I totally slept so well in my new room and I am in the best mood today!” “Heidi, we are running low, you won’t have any more steak for tomorrow if you keep eating so much,” Margarita said, trying to warn her of her over-indulgence. “Oh, don’t worry, Marg, Julio is getting another one of my cows ready. It should be back from the packing house tomorrow afternoon.” Margarita smiled, shrugged, and soon brought out a huge platter of food. It held plenty of food to feed the whole group, but to their great surprise, it was set in front of Heidi. “Here you go, sweetie!” said Margarita. “Bet you can’t eat all that!” “I’m in heaven!” said Heidi, shaking her hands with joy. The rest of the hungry workers, who had been working all morning, looked on hungrily as Heidi began to gorge herself obliviously, not bothering to wait a second for the others’ food to arrive. The platter contained about three or four steaks with Margarita’s rich cream sauce, ten fried eggs, and a big mound of hash brown potatoes. “Hmmm, I love my little cows…..but better in my tummy!” she said taking a greedy bite. “They’re cute, but…..Mmmmmmmm, so tasty.” She rolled her eyes and cut another piece of steak, twice as big as the first. “Butter please!” Heidi managed to cry out even as her mouth was stuffed full with food. She then immediately cut herself another huge piece of steak. Margarita quickly brought out a fresh serving of butter. Heidi must have felt the hash browns were a little flavorless because she ended up melting almost all the butter over them. ”Perfect!” she said, sampling her creation. The rest of the group watched as the greedy Heidi gorged herself on the rich diet placed in front of her. “Oh, I’m so sorry for the delay!” said Margarita, returning after about another ten minutes with the rest of the group's food. They each ate a moderate amount and most were done and ready to get back to their days within about half an hour. “Delicious!” said the overfed Heidi, starting in on her last steak. “Dessert please!” She said wiping her indulgent mouth and lips with a napkin a few minutes later. She added the last empty plate to the amazingly tall stack in front of her. After dessert, to her delight, she was now only steps away from her bed. Soon she was sound asleep. Her nap that afternoon lasted four hours. About 4:00PM or so, Ricardo and the other kids were getting home from school. On this day, they wasted no time and woke her by pulling on her arm. Ricardo tugged, trying to get her up. "Come outside, Heidi." Angela said. "We are playing volleyball, and we need one more teammate!” “Okay, okay,” said Heidi, stretching her arms and rolling on her side. Everyone could see her big spare tire beneath her dress shift and spread out as it found its place. “It would be nice to get outside. I’ll warn you, I used to be a pretty good player in high school, " she continued as she sat up, belly covering her lap. They all headed for the door as Heidi slowly padded her way behind them. The children loved the chance to do something outdoors, since Heidi, with for her passion for food, had been a bit of shut-in. “I got it!” Heidi yelled as she tried to run to the ball. The group had divided up and was now deep into the game. “Whew!” she said, as she watched the ball drop many feet in front of her. The children noticed how the formerly fit Heidi could barely even break into a run for a few steps. She was obviously having trouble as her layers of fat jiggled and shifted when she tried to go after the ball. Angela, seeing her now very limited range, suggested Heidi move to the front row where she could be more stationary. The game continued. Ricardo laughed to himself when Heidi tried to jump for the ball. Each time he could see her tummy shake as she hit the ground. She seemed to be constantly out of breath. “That’s it,” Heidi said. “I’m tired, I need to rest.” Heidi took a seat at the nearby picnic table, still sweating from her rare moment of physical exercise. “You guys cheat!” Heidi said, pouting a bit. “Mr. Raul?” said a voice from outside my office, now upstairs. Another two months had swiftly passed and Julio was checking in. “Shall I slaughter another beef cow? And two hogs?” he said. “Margarita says we are running low already and need more from Heidi’s livestock.” Apparently Heidi was devouring meat from her private farm at an accelerating rate. Julio liked to check in with me before he slaughtered any animals, as it was unusual for us to go through so much meat. “Yes, thank you, Julio. Go ahead and send two beef cattle this time, we’ll keep ahead of things.” A few days later, I was out to check on Julio and found Heidi out surveying her cattle. Her herd was down by four already after only a matter of months. She had continued her excessive eating and now her breakfast, lunch, dinner, as well as her snacks contained huge portions of beef. I don’t think she realized how quickly she was thinning her herd. She was turning into quite a meat connoisseur. “More corn for this one, Julio!” Heidi said, gesturing to a cow that was not eating as much as the others. “And make sure we have a cow to slaughter the week after next!” I observed Heidi as she spoke to Julio. Her white dress had always been pretty loose, but it was now starting to get snug around her tummy. “Oh man,” I said to myself. “She’s huge. She must have gained another 30-40 pounds since Paula and I told Margarita to let her eat whatever she wants.” As she slowly strolled around the edge of the pen, I saw her belly protruding in profile, pushing out against her sundress. The jiggling was now more than I had ever seen. My mind flashed back to the image of the skinny girl who got off the plane and joined us few years ago. I couldn’t believe how amazingly fat she had become. After another month, Heidi got some pleasant news. Her friend Marisol was coming back for a visit and staying for a few days. The news was she would be coming that Friday and staying through the weekend. When Friday came, Heidi went through her normal day. She got up to a big breakfast consisting of plenty of bacon and eggs and followed it up with a platter of tasty pastries. About 3 in the afternoon, Heidi was had just awakened from her usual nap and was hanging around the kitchen, trying to find out the menu for dinner. She was also hunting for a snack and chiding Margarita about what she should eat. “Well dear, how about some French fries?” “Okay,” said Heidi, nodding. Soon the deep fryer was hot and a few minutes later Heidi was munching greasy fries. After devouring them, Heidi frowned. “Oh, I’m still hungry,” she whined. She reminded Margarita of a 6 year old as she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. Finally Margarita suggested she cook up some beef satay she was marinating in the refrigerator and saving for dinner. Heidi seemed to like this idea. As happy as Margarita was that she had found something that Heidi liked, she was perplexed as to how to cook it quickly enough to satisfy Heidi’s extremely low patience. That was when she had the idea of deep frying the satay. After only a few minutes, Margarita piled the well-fried meat onto a platter for Heidi’s snack. Meanwhile, Paula and I sat in the living room watching TV. We were chuckling to ourselves as to how Margarita was going to be driven nuts fulfilling Heidi’s desire for food. Just then the doorbell rang. To our great surprise and pleasure, in strode Marisol! She looked great. She was in even better shape than ever and wore nice, tight jeans and a tank top. It looked like there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her anymore. As we chatted we were greeted with a voice from the kitchen. “Is that Marisol?” we heard Heidi call. In a couple of seconds, Heidi emerged from the kitchen. She looked exceptionally fat. She was obviously excited to see her friend and was trying to walk as energetically as possible, but she was now so fat, her belly and fat thighs weighed her down. As she emerged, she was already breathing heavily and her huge tummy looked to be jiggling and swaying from its own now quite substantial mass. Her new curves were still somewhat hidden, however, by a new, larger white sundress she had just been given. The old ones were growing quite tight around her ample belly. As she continued to stride toward us, we noticed even in her excitement she had remembered to bring her plate, which was mounded with beef satay. She was obviously just swallowing a bite as she entered and daintily licked the juice from her fingers. Wow!” said Marisol, admiring her ridiculously over-fed friend. “Hey! So glad to see you!” Heidi said. As the two embraced, Heidi obliviously bumped her a bit with her new belly and it was clear Marisol was having trouble getting her arms around Heidi’s fat body. As she attempted to hug her, it was clear she was almost buoyed away by Heidi’s protruding stomach. Soon the two were chatting on the couch and catching each other up on their lives. I saw Marisol gazing quizzically at how big Heidi had gotten. As she sat, her belly spilled out over her lap. She tugged at her sundress, trying to keep its ample fabric loosely draped over her growing fat rolls. I don’t know if she was attempting to hide her big body or just didn’t like to feel any constriction from her clothing. As they sat and chatted, Heidi greedily continued to munch on her plate of beef. Just then Ricardo crept up on the couch. “Hey!” he said obviously bored by their conversation and trying to get a bit of attention. “Let me try your snack!” he said, reaching for a small piece of Heidi’s beef satay. To our surprise, Heidi greedily snatched it before he could grab it and popped it into her own mouth. “Hey little guy!” Heidi said smiling and munching greasy meat. “This is Aunt Heidi’s food, you know how I told you we have special cows that are only for me? Now, hands off,” she said firmly. “Margarita!!” Heidi, yelled toward the kitchen, barely moving a muscle. “Can you get Ricardo some celery and carrot sticks, he’s hungry! Don’t worry, your snack is coming. Gotta keep you lazy guys on a diet!” Heidi smiled and patted Ricardo on the cheek. Ricardo moped back over to the other couch. Before long, she was finishing the last of it and placed the empty plate on the coffee table. “Hey Marisol! Want to see my farm?” “Okay. Farm?” said Marisol, curiously. “Cool, let me get some more satay!” In a few moments, Heidi returned from the kitchen with a replenished plate of tasty beef. “Let’s go!” she said. As they headed outside, my wife noticed that Heidi asked for help going down the steps that led from our porch. Between the fact that her protruding paunch hid her view of her feet and the steps below, and that she still carried her plate of beef was enough for her to need assistance. “Here, help me out,” Heidi said, extending her hand and flipping her fingers back and forth in an attempt to get Marisol’s aid. As they descended the four or five stairs, Marisol noticed how flabby and soft Heidi’s tummy was as it bounced up and down with each step. Soon the two girls were standing outside the cattle pen. Heidi instructed Marisol to throw some corn in one of the feeding troughs. “Got to fatten my herd up and get ‘em ready for steaks!” said Heidi, giggling. She still held her plate full of greasy beef satay. Marisol busily ran back and forth filling each of the troughs. Meanwhile, Heidi began eating again, feeding herself chunk after chunk of beef. “Mmm. Good,” she mumbled. “So your grandma paid for all this?” Marisol asked. “Yeah, but we are going through these cattle too fast, we already slaughtered four! I want to hurry things along.” “Turning into quite the meat lover, I see!” joked Marisol, as she watched Heidi make fast work of the beef satay. “Yeah! My dear, it’s so awesome, I’m totally addicted. But I just gotta keep on Margarita to keep roastin’ and cookin’ it up for me. I usually like burgers and maybe some brisket for lunch, then steaks for dinner. And..” she said excitedly, “I finally talked her into frying me up steak and eggs for my breakfast everyday!” Heidi paused bashfully. “You know how its my favorite. After all, it’s all from my chickens and cows. I can have whatever I want. I was getting sick of pancakes and stuff.” The two girls had had a blast hanging out for a weekend and were both sad they had to separate once again. Before they knew it, was already Sunday evening and time for Marisol to head back to the city. “I’ll miss you!” said Heidi, giving her friend a big hug. “Me too! But I’ll be back in a few months! Don’t worry!” said Marisol. “You promise?” said Heidi, smiling. Marisol nodded. Marisol slowly drove up to the house, parked and started making her way up to the house. She was excited to see her old friend Heidi again after almost half a year. She had gotten a new job in Acunsion, and it had been an extremely busy, although lucrative, few months. She walked toward the house and took in all she could. It was good to be back in the country again after months of city living. She was about ready to head up to the door, when she glanced over toward the barn. Heidi’s cattle pen was clearly visible, but Marisol remarked to herself that it was strange she didn’t see any cattle. As she went to take a closer look, the thought flashed through her mind that perhaps Heidi had gone back to the U.S. and sold off her cattle. After all, she hadn’t called Heidi for a month or so, as she wanted this visit to be a surprise. As she got closer, a single, plump cow came into view from behind one of the buildings. Her eyes looked down to see a trough filled to the brim with feed corn. Then, she heard a sniffing sound as a lonely hog came trotting out to the fence to inspect the visitor it had become aware of. It was quite a different scene than the one she had left. The pen had previously been quite a busy place, full of activity and the grunting and shuffling of livestock. “Heidi, Heidi,” Marisol said to herself, shaking her head and smiling. “I see she must be getting to be quite the meat-lover. Wow, she has almost wiped out her entire herd of cattle! Hope she hasn’t gotten too much fatter, her weight was getting a bit out of control when I left.” I answered the door after hearing the knock and was delighted to see young Marisol standing there. She looked great and had certainly kept herself in great shape since we had seen her last. “Come in!” I said. “How are you? Where’s Heidi?” Marisol asked. “I want to surprise her!” “Oh, okay,” I said. “She’s in the kitchen having lunch. Go surprise her!” Marisol walked into the kitchen and saw that Margarita was back behind a counter that she used as a buffet when prepping larger meals. Apparently they were working on preparing lunch. “Oh, Marisol! Good to see you!” said Margarita, still working as she talked. She stepped away from her work and the two of them hugged. “What’s all this? Having company?” asked Marisol, looking down a counter full of food. “Just lunch for Miss Heidi,” said Margarita, nonchalantly. It took a moment for Marisol to take in all that she saw. There was a platter of beef brisket, a plate of hamburgers, and a big tray of beef satay. Next to her near the stove was an extra-large deep fryer that was apparently new. The oil looked to be smoking hot. “Whew!” said Margarita, returning from the refrigerator huffing and puffing. She plopped down a stack of three or four raw steaks. “Now, just need to bread these, and…” she said to herself. “Working hard as ever!” Marisol said, smiling. “Ah, I do enjoy making these!” said Margarita. “We go through so much beef these days, I have all this extra beef fat, so I have started cooking a lot with it. These days, I fry everything, if I can! Don’t want to waste it,” she said smiling, pleased with herself. After the steaks had received a healthy coating of batter, she popped the steaks into the hot beef fat. Then, to Marisol’s surprise, she began dipping the slices of beef brisket into the grease as well. They soon had a golden brown, crisp coating. “Heidi loves this! Ever since I made it that one time, she insists on it everyday for lunch!” said Margarita, proudly, arranging the greasy meat on a platter. She hummed to herself as she poured hollandaise sauce over the brisket. “Say, Marisol?” she asked, “Can you go get Heidi, lunch will be ready in a few minutes. I think she’s outside swimming. I’m sure she’s starving by now, its been a few hours since she finished breakfast.” “Swimming?” Marisol said, surprised. When she last left, Heidi was so lazy, such a thing would have been unimaginable. “Yes,” said Margarita. “I think the kids got on her about getting out of shape, so she started swimming again.” Margarita gave a sly smile, which Marisol could not quite read. Marisol then made her way out to the swimming pool area. She was happy to be back on the estate, as her time there had been very pleasant. She faintly detected the familiar smell of chlorine as she slid open the sliding door which led to the pool. Sure enough, Marisol quickly recognized the pretty head of dark hair on her friend Heidi. Her head popped up from underneath the water at the far end of the pool. She turned quickly as she heard the sliding door close. “Marisol!!!” yelled Heidi, beaming. As Marisol got closer, she began smiling broadly, herself. “Oh, she looks so pretty! Must be getting some exercise, I was worried she’d be as big as a house by now, for a while there!” Marisol said to herself. Heidi looked up from the water toward Marisol and smiled as she started making her way toward the ladder. Her eyes looked as gorgeous as ever, her long, wet eyelashes gave her a touch of glamor. Her skin glowed. “Heidi, good to see you, you look great!” said Marisol, as she reached the close end of the pool. “Hang on, I’m coming out,” said Heidi. Marisol was surprised at how long it took Heidi to get to the ladder, but she finally reached it and extended her arms to grasp the metal rails. Marisol was taken aback a bit. Heidi’s arms were now very flabby; it looked like they had grown quite a lot in mass. New, dimpled flesh had now appeared where Marisol only remembered moderately chubby upper arms. The new, excess flesh jiggled as she struggled to pull herself out of the water. Marisol also noticed an undeniably new and large roll of fat protruding from over what looked to be a bikini top. After several attempts and some panting, Heidi chuckled. “That’s not going to work!” She then slowing began making her way to cement steps that were at the shallow end of the pool. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” giggled Heidi, as she started up the steps. As Heidi began to emerge from the water, all Marisol could do was stare, aghast. As her breasts appeared, it was clear they had grown bigger and rounder than before. They wiggled cutely as she took another step. Next, Marisol saw new, cushiony flesh spilling out from under her bikini top as it rose above the waterline. “Wow, a bikini!” Marisol muttered to herself. As she slowly mounted the next step, Marisol’s mouth opened even wider. Heidi began to reveal her belly. As it appeared from beneath the water, it seemed to go on and on. Each upward movement showed more and more soft flesh. It grew wider and wider as it was revealed; Marisol thought it would never end. Marisol was a little shocked at what she saw, and she looked away, nervously for a few moments. By the time she looked up again, Heidi was out of the water and now stood at the edge of the pool, smiling with her hands on her hips. As Marisol looked up, her eyes were drawn to Heidi’s tummy. She was bigger than Marisol could have ever imagined! Her belly was so massive at this point, it seemed to dwarf her head and upper body. It looked so wide as it spilled off into huge love handles on each side. They sagged and drooped and covered her bikini bottom entirely. In front, it looked biggest of all as it protruded roundly, but at the same time drooped down a few inches over her bikini bottom. In fact, the only way Marisol knew she was even wearing a bikini bottom was when Heidi tugged at it to make an adjustment, reaching under one of her huge love handles. Before she could look at the rest of Heidi’s new body, Marisol felt she had to say something, but overcame the urge to comment on her weight gain. “Ah, good to see you, Heidi! I’m supposed to tell you lunch is ready,” Marisol said uncomfortably. “Whew! Awesome!” said Heidi. “I’ll be right there!” She then started walking. At first she seemed to rush energetically toward the sliding door, but as her immense belly swayed greatly and began to bounce against her upper thigh, she began to settle into a slow, relaxed waddle. It was as if for a moment she forgot she was now carrying a new, incredibly obese body. As Heidi stood next to her, Marisol noticed how flabby and soft Heidi now looked. Her body was so absent of muscle, it looked like the softest thing she had ever seen. Marisol resisted the temptation to give her expansive and jelly-like belly a poke. But, as the two chatted for a moment, Marisol began to get over her initial shock. Now face to face, she was again delighted at how pretty Heidi still was. She was the picture of glamor, even as Marisol noticed a slightly larger double chin rounding out her face. The more she stared, the more she remarked to herself that Heidi’s gigantic belly was starting to look cute on her. It was extremely well shaped and there was something about the way it had hung gently and roundly out in front of her that was very attractive. She didn’t understand the feeling, but almost felt jealous for a fleeting moment that Heidi had managed to acquire such an incredibly large, soft and impressive body. “Hand me my dress,” said Heidi, reaching her flabby arm impatiently toward the chair where her white sundress sat. Marisol handed the dress to Heidi and watched her throw it over her head. Heidi leaned back a little as she struggled with the dress, allowing her belly to protrude even more. “Whoa!” said Marisol under her breath as she watched the gigantic rolls fat protrude and sway with each movement. When Heidi finally got to pulling the dress down over her body, it was clear she was having a great deal of trouble tugging it down as she reached her waist. As she at last got it fully on, Marisol noticed how it now stretched tightly over her belly, so that she could see Heidi’s deep and large belly button in great detail. “Come on in with me, sweetie! I’m having my lunch!” When they reached the kitchen, Marisol noticed Heidi was already breathing heavily from the walk. Her face was flushed with red and she panted as she sat down. “That’s all?” Heidi said, frowning. She was looking down at the plates in front of her, with hands on her hips, huge tummy bulged out. One platter held a few burgers, and the other a heaping plate of double-fried beef brisket. “There’s more coming, dear!” Margarita called from the back. Margarita had yet to bring the deep-fried steaks she had been preparing. Without wasting a second, Heidi was already stuffing herself with the food. She started on the burgers, holding one in each hand and aggressively biting from each. Within a few minutes, she had devoured all of them and quickly shoved the empty platter away dismissively and reached for the brisket. With her hands, she began dropping the greasy meat into her mouth. “Hmmm,” Marisol heard her say as she quickly shoveled it in, taking time in between pieces to lick her greasy fingers. “So how’ve ya been sweetie?” asked Heidi, barely paying attention to the conversation as she looked anxiously toward the kitchen in anticipation of the next course. Soon enough, though, Margarita came hurrying in nervously with a platter of double deep fried, battered steaks. Heidi quickly began digging in. The two girls chatted and caught up for a half-hour or so as Heidi ate. Marisol did most of the talking as Heidi’s only contribution to the conversation was a few grunts and a nod of the head. Her mouth was constantly stuffed. “Hey, Margarita…” yelled Heidi over her shoulder, as she piled the last of the greasy plates, having devoured the impressive feast. “I’m moving to the living room to watch to TV with Marisol, can you bring me my satay in there?” “More?” Marisol said to herself. As Heidi slowly got up, she wiped a bit of grease from her pouty lips and began waddling toward the living room. Soon enough, she had situated her huge body comfortably on the couch. No sooner had she reclined lazily on the couch, than Margarita came rushing in. “So sorry, my dear, I double fried it!” she said, handing a platter of beef satay to Heidi. Heidi grabbed the plate and when on talking. “So, you’re looking good, my dear!” said Heidi, admiring Marisol’s trim form. “Bet the boys are after ya! Things are cool around here. Especially since they took my off that stupid diet.” “Diet?” asked Marisol. “You know, before I got my little farm and stuff.” “Oh yeah, no I remember, that was a while back,” said Marisol. “I totally missed this….” said Heidi, as she stuffed two pieces of greasy satay into her mouth. “Great!” said Marisol. “Looks like we're all happy!”
  5. hgee

    Heidi

    After another couple of long workdays for the crew, they finished the pool. The kids were in heaven. They were all in pretty good shape by now, and could swim and play all day in their new pool. It was even hard for my wife, Marisol, Heidi or I get a chance for a swim. Heidi usually liked to go out late at night for quick dip. I don't think she ever did much swimming. Most times I couldn't believe she was out there long enough to even get wet. This particular night we all sat and talked in the family room. Heidi came in from the pool with her terrycloth robe on. She was gently toweling her ravishing dark hair. She only sat with us for a few minutes before Angela and Ricardo got it in their heads to pester her about demonstrating some of her ballet steps again. “Come on!” said Angela. “Do it, do it! We haven't seen it since the week you came!” “Ok, ok,” said Heidi. “But it's been a long time for me, too, you know.” She then slowly pulled open her robe and let it slide off her fingers onto the floor. To my surprise she wore a pink bikini bathing suit underneath. I even heard my wife let out a silent “whoa!” under her breath as Heidi stood in front of all of us in all her glory. This reaction was first in response to her added weight, but second to her still inspiring beauty. The performance then began. She attempted to move her now larger body with same grace as before, but her now added flesh on her butt, thighs and tummy definitely limited her mobility. I watched her tubby belly wobble and her widening, curvy butt quiver as she forged through her routine. “Ouch!” she said, as she attempted to go up on her toes. It looked like her feet and ankles weren't ready to carry her new extra weight. With that, she fell on the ground giggling and holding her feet, playing up her minor foot pain. Her belly folded into a bunch of cushy rolls as she sat Indian style on the floor. “Ok, that's it! I'm done,” she said, laughing. We clapped politely as she plopped down on the couch, red-faced and sweating. Here's another story that happened a couple of weeks later. I was having trouble sleeping and went to heat up some warm milk. To my surprise, I was greeted by Heidi's body silhouetted by the refrigerator's light as she searched for a snack. Mara had made her a thin, almost see-through nightgown that now showed her figure perfectly as she stood in front of the light. I swear her belly, butt and hips had grown even in the last two weeks. I could see the outline of her underwear and clearly make out the outline of the fat rolls fighting to hang out from all over. Just then, she turned away from me and leaned over a little more trying to peer into the refrigerator. This gave me a straight-n view of her big butt and curvy hips. "What a wide load!" I thought. I finally cleared my throat to alert her of my presence. She turned briefly, said hi, and continued her search. "Do we have any leftovers?" she asked, frowning. "I just can't seem to get enough of those empanadas!" "I don't know. Did you check in the freezer?" I asked. "No, good idea," she said, rushing to the freezer. "Ah ha, look at this, I hit the jackpot." she said as she pulled out a big plastic bag full of frozen empanadas. "You can't eat that many, can you?" I said as she poured them onto a platter. "Maybe not, but someone will eat them tomorrow anyway." As she waited for the food to heat in the microwave, we talked about her stay so far. "We are coming up on a year of you living here, have you thought about if you want to stay longer?" I inquired. "Because you are more than welcome to; you have been great for the kids." "Oh, I think I'll stay longer," she said, while retrieving her fattening treats from the microwave. "Just right," she said to herself as she gobbled one of the empanadas as a sample. "For now would it be ok it I told you I would stay at least another six months?" she asked, then quickly stuffed two more of the goodies into her mouth. "Sounds good to me; we'll talk about it again in six months, ok? Now I've got to get back to bed or I'll dead tomorrow," I said, leaving the kitchen. "Good...smack, smack...Night!" She managed to mumble as she fed empanadas into indulgent, full lips. Oh, and by the way, I checked the refrigerator the next day and there was no trace of any leftover empanadas, just an empty plastic freezer bag in the trash It's now been a full year in Paraguay for our guest Heidi. The kids have lost all the weight they need to. Now it's just a matter of keeping them on a healthy diet to maintain their weight. Meanwhile, Heidi continues living her lazy life. Marisol teases her about her big appetite, which always seems to drive Heidi to seek out a snack at all hours of the day. On the other hand, with her new healthy lifestyle, Marisol now eats very moderate meals. Heidi seems only too happy to snatch and gobble up any poorly guarded tasty morsels from Marisol's plate. Heidi says she doesn't want to them there "tempting her." She does still join the children and Marisol for most of their workouts, but they have been for the most part on autopilot. These days she only shows up for something to do and to feel like she is helping. Today Heidi got on Marisol's case a little bit. "Ok, Mari, now what do you say you turn it up a notch?" Heidi asked, nestled in the couch watching TV. "Ok, I'm for a challenge," said Marisol, wanting to get slim as fast as possible. "Oh, but first," said Heidi rubbing her hand over her belly and full thighs. "I need a little something....I know! Marisol, you're up, could you get me a couple pieces of that leftover pizza we had last night? Marisol knew Heidi's appetite and came back with half a pizza instead. "Ok, now," Heidi started as she began to eat her pizza, dropping crumbs all over her warm-up suit. "I want seven miles on the treadmill...." Heidi went on and on, setting out an ambitious new goal for Marisol, all the while devouring the leftovers with passion. When Heidi finished, Marisol was a little overwhelmed and not too sure if she could do it. "Hey! You're not going to get rid of this by saying 'I can't!'" Heidi said, grabbing a handful of Marisol's fat belly. At this point Marisol had been doing very well and was down to 230 lbs. She finally agreed to take on the new challenge. She had to only imagine herself with a trim body to get inspiration. Three months passed... This morning I went looking for Angela, and I peeked my head in the family room. It was just Marisol and Heidi going through Marisol's workout. Marisol had a determined look on her face as she ran on the treadmill. She showed a lot less jiggle than a few months ago, I might add. "Have you seen Angela?" I asked the girls. "No, I think she went swimming," said Marisol, panting. "Why, Marisol, you look thinner than ever!" I said. "Yes, thanks to my workout plan, she is down to 201 lbs as of last night!" Heidi boasted. Heidi was settled in on the couch and to my surprise still was holding a plate from breakfast. It held 5 or 6 sausage patties and some fried eggs. "Marisol rushed me in here to start her workout, I didn't get to finish my breakfast!" said Heidi, crossly. "Could you...aahh...ahhh.." she grunted as she lay on the couch and stretched her arm trying to reach a big plate of Danishes which sat on the side table near me. "Could you pass me....uhmm....yes, that cheese one....Yes! Thank you, Raul!" She immediately took a big bite and went back to watching Marisol sweating away on the treadmill. "Just one more mile, you're almost there...come on! It will be a new record!" Heidi said, licking her fingers sensuously as she swallowed the last of the Danish. I then noticed Heidi gazing lustily at the decadent plate of Danishes. "Ok, which one?" I asked, smiling. "Oh!" she laughed. "If you insist, hmmmm....cherry...no blueberry...no.... oh, what the hell, you better pass me the whole plate!" she said giggling cutely Now at the end of another week, I sat with my wife in bed reading. "You'll find this funny, as I know you like to keep up on our favorite well-fed house guest, Heidi," Paula started. "I was helping the servants carry the laundry up to Heidi's room the other day, and there I found both Heidi and Marisol chatting. Marisol was sitting on the bed reading magazines, while Heidi was looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing, what else, a velour warm-up suit. They sure do love those, don't they?" "It's all about comfort," I said. She went on. "First of all…boy is Heidi getting fat! She's still a very pretty girl in the face...I am still jealous...but she seems to grow by the day, have you seen that belly jiggle and hang out from under her zip-up top? Her rear is not missing out either, whoa! She must be over 225 lbs now, don't you think?" she asked me. "Probably." I said. "She seems to have even passed Marisol in weight now. Marisol is getting nice and slim, while Heidi gets softer and flabbier by the day." "You're right, dear, it's amazing to think Heidi is that same, thin girl who came to live with us over a year ago," Paula said. "It's that unbelievable appetite. I never saw someone who was constantly hungry like that. I guess we can't judge her; she seems to be happy....happy that is as long as she has plenty of food in front of her!" I joked. Paula then recounted the rest of the conversation she witnessed while in Heidi's room. "Oohh, I am really getting plump...almost fat!" Heidi said as she struggled to pull her top down to cover her now ample belly, looking in the bedroom mirror. "Hey, Marisol, come here for a minute, I need your help!" Heidi said, as she pulled her shirt way up with both hands. Marisol was sitting on the bed, and upon looking up, was amazed to see Heidi's large love handles now formed a liberty bell shape from behind as they poured over her waistband. "I've got a new problem! ” Heidi exclaimed, turning to face Marisol and putting her hands on her hips. “Do you let your belly hang over your pants, or do you pull your pants up over it and tighten the draw strings?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know," Marisol said sarcastically. "I am a thin girl now; I can't remember!" Marisol pranced around the room showing off her new body that was definitely now thinner than Heidi's. "Come on, Marisol! Help me out! I need your advice, this kind of stuff is all new to me, you know!" Said Heidi, furrowing her brow. "Ok," said Marisol, getting serious. "Let's see this." As she got closer, she was clearly a bit taken aback as she saw how flabby Heidi's tummy had become. Her eyes widened a bit. Whoa! That big appetite is finally starting to pay off!" she said, patting Heidi's chubby belly, which jiggled at her touch. "No jokes!" snapped Heidi. Marisol then tried and tried to pull up Heidi's pants, but they just weren't big enough to fit over her newly expanded stomach. "Well, that settles it, at least for these pants," said Marisol. "I always liked to pull my pants up over my belly in these kind of warmup suits, when I could. Otherwise, it seemed to always poke its way out under my shirt. I didn't like that. Besides, you're getting an exceptionally flabby tummy, and it will always be hanging out unless you get your pants to cover it somehow. Hey! Why don't you ask Mara to make you some bigger pants? That is....unless you are going on a diet!" "Oooh, I don't think I could ever diet. The food around here is too good! Besides, even if I got as big as you used to be…what's that 280-290? Of course, there is NO way I can see that that happening, but tell me honestly, it wasn't so bad, was it?" "You're right, it was pretty fun sometimes. I felt so sexual and ripe most of time. Indulging in all the food I wanted was bad either. But it's all about being happy," said Marisol. "You are happiest when you are eating, I am happiest when I am getting thinner and feeling healthy, you go figure." "Well, that's it then, we're all happy. I'll go talk to Mara tomorrow about those new clothes. Meanwhile, I'll try to get as much wear out of these old suits as I can. Promise you won't tease me if my belly sags out under my top!" exclaimed Heidi. "I promise," replied Marisol. "Now let's eat!" cried Heidi. After hearing my wife's story, it was clear to me that Heidi just might reach Marisol's old weight. About a week and a half later, I joined the family for lunch. It seemed so rarely I got the chance anymore. Everyone was there. Heidi sat eagerly awaiting the feast as the food was brought out. Margarita now made sure to bring Heidi's food out first, knowing she couldn't control herself it she saw someone else's first. Today we were having Prime Rib...you may think this is an expensive meal for lunch, but here on the ranch it is done quite often. I watched as Heidi luxuriously ate her rich, juicy cut of beef. The prime rib was served with mashed potatoes with plenty of butter. Dairy and beef products are never in short supply at our ranch. As most of us finished, Heidi was still ready for more and asked for her third prime rib. She was presented with it as the kids ran off to play. "This one's a bit small, isn't it?" she asked. "Don't worry, there is more in the kitchen," said Margarita's helper. Heidi then cut about an inch of butter from the serving plate and watched it melt over her already very rich prime rib. As last, she was finally full; we all began to go about our day. Just then Mara came in looking for Heidi. "Oh there you are. Could you come to my sewing room? I want to measure you for those new velour pants." "Oh, but my nap...." Heidi complained, spoiled to the point of always getting her nap after lunch. "It will only take five minutes," pleaded Mara. "Ok, I am looking forward to getting my new clothes," she said as she stood up, exposing a couple inches of belly flab hanging out from under her zip-up top. She tried in vain to pull her pants up, only to have her belly rolls win the fight and continue to hang out, visible to the world. "Ok, please take your suit off for me so I can get a good measurement," said Mara. Heidi stood in the sewing room groggily yawning and stretching her arms. She then began to remove her zip-up, then her pants and she then stood in bra and panties. Heidi could tell by the look on Mara's face that she was shocked to see how much bigger and flabbier Heidi's body had grown, even since her last measurement two or three months ago. Mara brought the tape measure around Heidi's expanding middle. "Ok...got it." Mara said as she wrote the numbers down. Mara noticed the complete lack of muscle tone on any part of Heidi's body. The former traces of muscles in her abdomen were now each replaced with a nice role of soft, jiggly fat. The smaller roles all culminated in the largest, lowest roll that made up her main part of her belly. "I just want to be able to pull up my warm-up pants to cover my tummy," said Heidi. "You've got to do better than the last time; these pants I have now just won't cover my belly and it always hangs out," she complained, being more snotty than informative. "Don't worry about making them too big...I know you do that...I don't think I will be gaining much more weight," Heidi added and went off to take her siesta. From the looks of it, now a month later, I would say Heidi was wrong about that. Heidi now eats literally constantly. She sometimes spends hours at the table and is always the last to leave. When she's not at the table it seems like she is either snacking on candy or testing one of Margarita's new dishes. She is the sole guinea pig now that Marisol is eating only healthy stuff. I think Margarita feels guilty feeding Heidi all that fattening extra food, but it's great feedback for her and she's so passionate about cooking. Heidi has now taken to wearing her new velour suits. I was watching her stroll down the hallway the other day. Her belly has again grown and I can see it jiggle underneath her "new" pants, which are already tight, by the way. It is hanging down more than ever despite that fact it's well covered. Her butt continues to grow in all directions, too. It continues to get wider, and seems to have an abundant, satisfying fullness to it these days. Now a year and six months into her stay, Heidi has requested to remain here another year. As has always been the case, it was fine with my wife and I. Other than that, things were not unusual. Marisol was looking fitter than ever; thanks to Heidi's prodding, she was down to 185 lbs. As for Heidi, my wife told me she recently had to crawl back to Mara to request some new, larger warm-up suits. "Not going to gain anymore weight, huh..." said Mara smiling and looking at Heidi. "It's that Margarita, she makes these delicious new dishes...I just can't help myself!" said Heidi, amazingly eating a candy bar even as she sat in Mara's room. "I'll make these new warm-up suits a little bigger so you have room to grow," said Mara resourcefully. "Ok," Heidi said meekly. Mara went on to measure Heidi's body, and at the same trying to estimate how much each area was going to grow. She noticed the belly and butt were the main areas, but now Heidi's thin arms were starting to fill out, too. Her breasts were again slightly bigger and everything in between now looked completely out of shape. Six months later, a full two years since we first laid eyes on Heidi, I have some news. You won't believe it but it looks like Heidi is up to Marisol's old weight. Her previously baggy velour warm-ups are getting very tight around her now huge belly. She is flabbier than Marisol ever was…must be her complete laziness. I entered the family room the other morning to see the familiar sight of Marisol exercising and Heidi comfortably lounging on the couch. Marcela and Ricardo were sitting with Heidi on the couch watching. Marisol had slimmed down to 141 lbs and miraculously was only one pound away from her goal weight! "Ricardo." Heidi called. "Could you refill my plate? …And make sure you tell Margarita I'm still hungry! Thanks, Hun!" she said, lazily yawning and stretching. Rolls of fat protruded from her waistline as the too-small suit strained to keep its over-fed occupant from bursting all over. Her butt and thighs now stretched the seams of her pants to their limit. Ricardo returned with a heaping plate of fried eggs, sausage, some leftover steak, fried eggs, and hash browns. Heidi dug in quickly. "Wait, Heidi, wait!" said Ricardo as he then returned a second time with a full box of her favorite chocolate doughnuts and a plate of éclairs to top it off. Heidi was overjoyed and didn't know what to eat first as she greedily stuffed eggs into her mouth. Ricardo and Marcela cuddled up to her as she ate. Ricardo even caressed Heidi's new fat belly, much as he done with Marisol many months ago. "Come on, you can do better than that. Only on more pound to go Mari, you didn't get this far to become lazy at the last minute, did you?" Heidi yelled as she swallowed an éclair in two bites. As Marisol finished, she toweled away the sweat and went off to shower. Just then Mara came in with a pile of clothes. "Say, Heidi?" asked Mara. "I have all of these old warm-up suits that are too big for Marisol, would you like to try them?" She looked at Heidi's belly that had worked its way free and now hung enormously out of her tight suit. "Ok, put them over there," said Heidi, finishing the last éclair and starting in on the rest of her decadent mid-morning feast. A few minutes later, her plate was empty. As she daintily fed herself the last doughnut from the box, I think she was finally full. She sat for a moment contently rubbing her generous form, then proceeded upstairs with Marisol's old clothes in her arms. She walked in to her room to find Marisol dressing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just going to try on these suits," said Heidi taking a look at Marisol's new figure. “Man, are you in good shape these days, or what? Girl! I knew we could do it!" said Heidi breathing heavily from the walk up the stairs. Heidi began to undress as Marisol finished changing. Marisol was able to steal a glance or two at her. "My compliments to Margarita and her cooking!" said Marisol giggling. "There's no denying it now, you have officially gotten FAT, my dear!" She watched as the now 290-pound Heidi awkwardly undressed. Heidi's belly had expanded to enormous size. It was so flabby it shook like gelatin as she removed her zip-up and with great effort, finally her pants. She turned around to look in the mirror. Standing in her bra and panties, she revealed a huge, flabby, but still shapely, butt. Her arms had even finally gotten fatter and she now sported the cutest double chin. "You're right, I am definitely fat now!" said Heidi, looking in the mirror. She then lifted her belly flab way up with both hands and dramatically let in drop into place. Quivering and shaking, it came to rest, and sagged well out in front of her. “I have to tell you,” said Heidi, smiling slyly. “If I had it to do all over again, I would. You saw that feast I just polished off. Even though I am full, the thought of my next meal keeps running through my head. I salivate just thinking about it!” she finished, while licking her voluptuous lips. “Like I have always said, it's all about happiness!” said Marisol. "I am going to try on your old, 280 pound warm-ups, Mari. They have to fit better then these stupid old ones Mara made for me!" Heidi proclaimed, as she battled her freshly added fat rolls, bending over to pull up her pants . "Not bad, maybe a little tight, but not bad," said Marisol, watching the almost three hundred pound Heidi zip up her top and pat her immense tummy proudly. "Well. I have only one thing to say in that case......LET'S EAT!
  6. hgee

    Heidi

    Here's an old story I wrote called, "Heidi". It was posted on Dimensions a hundred years ago, but it doesn't seem to be up any longer. Thought I'd post it here as it seems to have been pretty well liked over the years. I may even post a little continuation next😉 HEIDI by H.G. (hgee) I watched Ricardo playing with the dogs out in the yard. I was struck by how out of shape he was getting and it worried me a great deal. My son was only eight, and like my other three children, he had become overweight. Don't get me wrong, I am not overcritical with my children, but I do worry for their health. Let me introduce myself, I am Raul, and my wife Paula and I live in the rural countryside of Paraguay in South America. Like many ranchers in the Chaco region, we primarily raise cattle for income and food. We have a happy life here, and are definitely considered in the upper income class that has allowed to lead a very modern life, especially by Paraguayan standards. We have acres of land, a beautiful house, servants and a wonderful family. We have always been able to afford most anything we want. We have four beautiful children: Larisa (sixteen years), Angela (twelve years), Marcela (ten years), and little Ricardo (eight years). For the children, it is a quiet, peaceful life. They all enjoyed it, except for Larisa, who was getting to the age where she desires more social contact with her friends. A short distance away is a town where she can shop for clothes, etc. but her favorite thing is to make the long trip to the city of Asuncion where she can shop and hang out with her friends and feel not so much like a country girl. Let's see...back to the story. As I mentioned, I had become worried about Ricardo, and all our children, for that matter. We are proud of being able to provide a good life for them, but they have it a little too good. They have satellite TV, video games, movies, all the things we hear the children have in America. They also have all the food they want. We live on a cattle ranch, so meat and dairy products make up a big portion of our meals. We have servants to prepare the food and they do an excellent job, making anything from a hearty BBQ feast to a delicate flan for dessert. Like modern children, they also have a hunger for store-bought junk food like pies, candy, cookies, cupcakes, and potato chips. These things are sometimes hard to get here in Paraguay, but as I said, we are lucky enough to be able to keep our pantries stocked. Needless to say, our kids have all gotten a little lazy and chubby. They are not obese, at least not yet, with Larisa at 155, Angela at 160, Marcela at 140, and Ricardo at 135. My wife and I may live a modern lifestyle, but we are no nutritionists. We have tried to tell the servants not to make or give the children too many snacks between meals, but they are very traditional and have a hard time refusing a hungry child. They know of the endless supply of food we have and can't see the logic in moderation. As it happened, I was reading an American newspaper that we acquire through the mail. I saw an article about a program that was being run by a student exchange organization in the U.S. called AFS. What caught my eye was the headline, "STUDENTS HELP KEEP THE WORLD IN SHAPE." As I read on, it described a new program that would send an American student abroad to teach families in other countries about good nutrition and exercise. I read of the increase in worldwide obesity that had triggered the start of such a program. I showed the article to my wife, and we immediately thought it would be a great way to help our children shed the extra weight. We decided to call AFS the next day. "You sound like the perfect family," said the women on the other end of the line. "We want to give our exchange personal a chance to absorb the culture of another country as well help the family they are visiting. You sound like a family that can more than provide for an extra person." I told her that it sounded good to us as well and said to go ahead and find a candidate. My wife and I breathed a sigh of relief and felt contented in the fact that we were on our way to helping improve the health of our young ones. A few weeks later, an official looking envelope arrived from the AFS. "Meet your new TRAINER," said the letter inside. Included was a biography and picture of "Heidi Garrity." My wife and I looked through the biography, "Let's see, Minneapolis, MN...22 years old...has a 2-year degree, taking a break from college...speaks English only...interests: working out, dancing, singing....will stay as for as short as six months, or as long as two years." Then I got to her picture. "Whoa," I said under my breath. "Don't get too excited!" my wife scolded me. “She's less than half your age, you dirty old man.” I do have to say between you and me she was, without a doubt, very attractive. Milky skin with dark black hair and beautiful face. She reminded me a bit of the American movie star, Catherine Zeta Jones. Indeed, she was a beautiful girl in person, too, I thought, as she stepped off the plane. Our family greeted her warmly as we walked to our car. She wore fairly tight black pants, and a tight tee shirt. She was about five-six, dark hair and eyes, moderate-sized breasts, shapely and lean (not really athletic or toned though, which I though was odd, but not at all fat either). I would have guessed her to be about 125-130 pounds. As we made the long drive back home, we talked and tried to get to know our new guest. My wife and I had studied English in school, but were a bit rusty, but soon got along just fine. The children seemed to be in awe of Heidi from the start. I think it had to do with her being American and of course, her beauty. "Oh, look at these chubby bellies!" she said, grabbing at Angela's fat rolls. "We'll do something about this!" she said crossly. Right away, I noticed she had a sharp tongue and always said what she meant. She seemed a bit of a control freak, too. I guessed she had to use that personality to gain respect from the children, as she would be in effect "bossing them" around while working them back into shape. This aggressive technique was fine by us, how else could she break their lazy habits? "This is a beautiful country," she told us as we drove the last hour or so. "I haven't even seen your house yet and already I feel like home!" We told her she was welcomed to stay with us for as long as she wanted, for it was in our interest to keep the children active and in shape for as long as possible. "Let's plan on a year for now," she said. "I bet I will get very homesick if I think about spending more time than that!" We told her that would be fine and we would take it as we went. "What a paradise!" she said as she strolled around our ranch. We had a truly wonderful yard and grounds. We then headed inside our large house. As we all walked into the entryway, the 4 servants stood in a line awaiting us. Servants?" Heidi said, obviously surprised and excited. "Yes," I said, "They will tend to your needs, everything from preparing meals, to fixing a hole in your sock." Heidi smiled a big smile and continued to walk around her new home. "So, Heidi, this is the family room..." I said as I showed her around. Our family room has all the modern entertainment, a big screen TV, video games, and huge plush couches and recliners. "This room screams laziness," Heidi said. "Kids, you we will start our regiment right here tomorrow!" "Ok, " I said. "You're the expert." We had a treadmill and a weight machine in storage, which we helped her bring out and move to the corner of the family room. My wife then showed Heidi to the guest bedroom room that was right next to ours. "Ok, Honey," my wife said. "This will be all yours until you decide to leave us; make yourself comfortable...the bathroom is on just the other side of our master bedroom." She helped Heidi unpack her things, clothes upon clothes, hand weights, jump ropes, etc. "I will leave you now, go ahead and come downstairs in a few minutes, as the servants will be ready to serve dinner." Heidi was the last to arrive at the dinner table. "I might tend to worry about a pretty young girl like you stuck out in country with us," I said. "I have to warn you, it might be hard for you to find a boyfriend in these parts!" I joked. "Oh, don't worry," she said. "I think it's time for me to cool it on the boyfriends for awhile; I just got over some lousy experiences. Men!" she said frustrated. "Well, I hope it's a vacation from that stuff," I said, trying to cheer her up. Just then the food was brought out. "Prime rib tonight," one of the servants said. "Oh, meat, I....." said Heidi. "Are you a vegetarian?" I asked. "Well, I had this boyfriend who was into the vegan stuff, but....oh forget it," she said. "I won't last long on a cattle ranch if I don't start eating meat!" We laughed as we dug to our delicious meal. After dinner, our favorite desert – flan – was brought out and they offered the first piece to Heidi. She said that she had not tried it before and immediately fell in love with it. "Good thing I am not the one going on the diet and fitness routine!" she laughed as she reached for her second piece of desert. As the servants cleaned up after the meal, Heidi sat in the family room with Larisa, Angela, Marcela, and Ricardo. I overheard some of the conversation. "I saw the way you guys eat," Heidi said. "Large portions at dinner, then desert, then I suppose you sit around here afterwards?" "Then maybe Margarita gives us a snack from pantry, too!" Angela, the fattest child of the four, said while sitting on the couch with her belly hanging out just below her shirt. "That has to stop," Heidi said sternly. "Your belly will just grow and grow if we don't put you on a diet. Now, I want to see all of you here tomorrow an hour after breakfast. We will start our routine," she ordered. Heidi then bid them goodnight and headed upstairs as she was exhausted from her trip. "She's beautiful," said Angela. "I want to look like her someday, I don't like this fat!" "Yeah me, too, but you have the most work to do," said Marcela, rather cruelly. "I have to get into shape; the girls tease me and I don't think the boys like my belly and big hips," said Larisa. "Heidi does seem like a bitch, though." About 3 in the morning I heard a noise and sat up in bed. The door to our bedroom was open a crack and caught a glimpse of Heidi walk past and head to the bathroom. It took a moment to get my wits and realize everything was fine. I was about to lie down again, but I saw her on the return. She hesitated right in front of our door, then turned back, and then finally went back again heading to her room. I may be a dirty old man, but am only human, and I can tell you she wore only underwear and a bra, and she looked gorgeous! She was beautiful, shapely with the skin of a doll and slim, petite body. Don't get me wrong though, she had curves in the right places to boot. ------------------------------------- ------------------------ The next morning we sat down to hearty meal of steak and eggs. "The meat didn't bother me like I thought it would," Heidi said as she apportioned herself a generous helping. "I would have thought my stomach would have protested, but I slept great!" Heidi had told the servants to reduce the amount the children were served. They were given a reduced portion, and an added serving of fruit. I chuckled to myself as I watched them glumly eat their breakfast. After breakfast, Heidi settled into one of the chairs in the family room and watched a little TV as she waited for Larisa, Marcela, Angela, and Ricardo to join her for the start of the routine. When they arrived, Ricardo had a candy bar in his hand, and Angela a doughnut. "Oh no, no more of that!" she snapped, snatching the goodies away. Margarita, one of the servants, loved to spoil the children and was always passing them junk food throughout the day. "Now..." Heidi said, beginning to munch on Angela's doughnut herself, "I want you four to each pick up a jump rope and give me 25 repetitions." As the kids began clumsily to jump rope, Heidi leaned back in her chair, watching and shaking her head. She now began on Ricardo's candy bar as she sat planning the next activity. Heidi got up and attempted to help Marcela coordinate herself. "Well, one thing we've got is time," Heidi said. “Sooner or later you guys will be jumping rope like pros! "Ok, enough of that for now," she then said, rather impatiently, finishing the chocolate bar. "Let me show you something, I used to dance. I am trained in ballet." Heidi then began a beautiful dance. The children were very impressed at her grace and poise. "That's what you can do when you are in shape," she said, trying to inspire them. I went to tend to the duties of the ranch and next saw the group back at the table for lunch. The servants prepared asado, which is meat prepared on the grill in South American style. So much for the vegan diet, I thought, as I watched Heidi put away more of the food than anyone at the table. The children again had their special meal, but seemed a bit more resigned to the new plan than before. "Ok, Heidi, I know you are an exercise queen, but we have tradition in Paraguay. After a wonderful meal like this, we all must now rest have a siesta for a half an hour before we go on with our day. And, yes, even the children will do this." Heidi, though forthright, was not about to go against any traditions, so we all began the siesta. "Heidi, Heidi..." My wife attempted to wake Heidi who had slept for three hours. "It's almost four o'clock; I thought you might want to be woken up.” Heidi stretched and yawned lazily. "Oh my, what happened? It must have been that big meal!" she said laughing. "Speaking of big meals," my wife told her, "we eat dinner at about 5:30, so it's almost time." "Oh, I don't think I will be hungry!" said Heidi. "Just eat a little then," said my wife. Then Heidi went to show the cooks some new ways to prepare the children's special meals. She told them to increase the servings of vegetables, fruits and how to cut down on the fat and carbohydrates. I think the servants went along with the new program, but did not understand. They had all come from very modest homes, and eating a lot of food when you had it was a sign of comfort and prosperity. This is why they always slipped the kids extra snacks and let them grab from the pantry. I noticed Heidi had regained her healthy appetite as we sat down to our dinner plates. She ate more than even the previous night. My wife and I were pleased that she seemed so comfortable at her new home so quickly. I took her appetite to be a sign of that comfort. "I think she has fallen in love with the flan," my wife whispered to me as we watched Heidi cut herself a second, large piece of dessert. Next, Paula, my wife, told of a conversion she had had with Heidi. Heidi had apparently come down in the middle of the night looking for a snack and was going through the pantries and was amazed at how many goodies were around. "I never thought I would see éclairs in the middle of Paraguay," Heidi had joked. It was true. Between the servants baking and the imported junk food, it was a selection fit for a king. "I'll do my best to keep the children away from it," my wife assured her. "Great!" said Heidi. “That's a real help..." she paused "...just remember to give me a key to the lock!" she said, giggling shyly. "Makes sense," I told my wife. "We do have lots of calories on hand. I think we may have a chubby fitness instructor on our hands before too long!" We looked at each other with knowing glances and laughed. After a week and a half the children already looked fitter. Ricardo didn't look so rotund and Marcela's potbelly had noticeably reduced in size. I had noticed Heidi hadn't given up on her routine for the children and it was paying off. I figured we would weigh them after a month or so. One morning I poked my head in to see the group starting on their workout. "Ok, now...wait what's this bulge?" Heidi asked as she reached in Angela's pocket. "Ah ha." She took out a bag of candy. "It's not just me." Angela protested, "Go check in Larisa's room; she hordes her junk food." "Thanks a lot," said Larisa, scowling. Heidi was already eating the candy as they marched up to Larisa's room. Sure enough, Heidi found doughnuts, cupcakes, Twinkies, etc., hidden away in Larisa's desk. Heidi gathered them into her arms and ordered the group back downstairs where each child took a turn on the treadmill. To my astonishment, Heidi lay on the couch, eating Larisa's stash of junk food while saying, "Faster, you can do it. Keep up the pace!" Marcela looked exhausted as she panted her way through the workout. "How come you get to eat that stuff?" Angela asked. "Because I'm in shape!" Heidi snapped back. "Besides, it's one sure way to keep it off your chubby waistline." Heidi wasn't setting a very good example, but the children seemed to accept whatever she told them. It seemed to me this girl Heidi was a bit lazier than she had led us to believe. But, as I had said to my wife, as long as she helped our kids lose weight, she could do whatever she liked. A month after our new guest's arrival, the numbers were in. Larisa was down five pounds, Angela seven, Marcela seven, and Ricardo four. My wife Paula and I lay in bed that night and I was remarking how effective Heidi had been so far. "She really knows her stuff," I said. "She will have them in shape in no time." "You're right, dear," said Paula. "I thought the kids would be more resistive, but they seem as happy as ever. Did you notice, though? I think Heidi is getting a little chubby. "It's no wonder," she continued. "She eats such big meals, the servants even made a comment the other day." What my wife said was true. I had really started to notice some new rolls around Heidi's middle over the last week. Her tight clothes could no longer cover her belly, which crept out from under her shirt. When she sat down, a nice roll of fat was visible hanging over her pants' waistline. She was by no means overweight, but definitely getting softer. A month later the trend continued. All four of our children had begun to shrink. Larisa's clothes now looked loose and her face began to lose its pudginess. My wife and I were ecstatic. On the other side, Heidi had grown! She had had to have one of the servants let out some of seams in her clothes (that is when there was enough extra material). Heidi's thighs were getting thicker and her pants were very tight as they stretched across a new, flabby belly which now bulged over her pants. "More steak please," said Heidi as we enjoyed our lunch. She held her plate out to Margarita the servant. "I think steak and eggs is becoming my favorite," she beamed as she started on her seconds. "What isn't?" my wife whispered to me, laughing. After lunch, I watched Heidi walk away from the table off to take her siesta. "My, my," I thought to myself, "that rear end is getting wider too!" As on the first day, and most every other day, Heidi's nap lasted well into the afternoon. About dinner time, I went into the family room. Heidi was sprawled out on the plush couch watching the satellite television. "Almost dinner time, Heidi!" I said. My eye couldn't help but catch glimpse of her exposed belly that was visible hanging out of her shirt. It had really gotten pudgy in the last month or so. That night we had an American food night. It was no surprise to see Heidi put away two cheeseburgers and a huge stack of French fries in about the same time it took most us to get through half of our more modest portions. She looked at the kids, who had been given a burger as reward for their efforts. To our surprise, Heidi went around the table with her plate to each of the children and snatched the remaining burgers from their plates. "That's enough for now," she said. "We wouldn't want to ruin all our hard work now, would we?" "Yes, Heidi," the kids answered almost too obediently. "Now, we wouldn't want these to go to waste now would we?" Heidi said, being a little snotty. I couldn't believe it, but she proceeded to eat all the remaining cheeseburgers as the children looked on. "Well, I'm going to watch some TV. Angela, bring me a piece of that pie and some ice cream, would you?" The weeks now seemed to go by very quickly. Our home life seemed to be uneventful with the ranch was ticking along smoothly. Heidi had now lived with us for 3 months. She now seemed like one of the family. Despite her sometimes snotty personality, she was quite well liked, both by the children and the servants. I sat with my wife reading in bed one night, and she shared some thoughts about Heidi. "I am almost getting worried about Heidi," Paula said. "She is really starting to gain weight now." "I really haven't noticed; guess I have been concentrating on the kids," I said. She continued. "I went to her room last night to check up on her. I knocked and found her in nothing but her bra and panties. 'She's getting fat!' I thought to myself. She now has a definite belly, not to even mention her hips and butt, which are growing, too! I would say she has put on twenty pounds." "Hmmm..." I said. Paula went on. "I couldn't resist saying something. I went up and gave a pat to her new belly and joked that she must be enjoying our cuisine her in Paraguay. I know it was a bit rude, but she laughed it off. She then began to look at herself in the mirror. "'Yeah, I definitely look well fed,' she giggled, pinching a nice roll of flab around her tummy. 'I am not too worried, though; I told myself this should be a vacation more than anything. I figure as long I keep the kids in shape, I can allot myself a few pounds. Besides, the food around here is absolutely heavenly. Between you and me, it's no wonder your kids got so fat!'" "Well." I said, after listening to my wife's encounter. "There is really nothing we should or can do. She is a grownup and if she gets fat while she is staying with us, so it goes." "I guess you're right dear, it's probably for the best if we don't even consider it any further,." she replied. The next evening as I prepared for bed and went upstairs I saw light on in Heidi's room. I stopped by to say hi and found her writing a letter home. "Writing a little message back home, eh?" I said poking in my head. "Mmm...chew...Yes!...chew...chew ," she said swallowing the last of an éclair she was eating. I saw she had several goodies by her side as she wrote. Before I knew it, she had already begun to open a candy bar. "Gotta keep these away from greedy mouths...." she said, smiling, smacking her lips as she ate. "Well, let me congratulate you; the kids are doing great. Larisa even had a date the other night. Her self confidence is sky-high thanks to you." "My pleasure." she said. "Say, Raul, while you're here..." she started shyly. "I was going to ask your wife this but, do you think that the servants could make me some new clothes? Look at this..." She stood up revealing pants that were not buttoned. She made the gesture of trying to button them, but her belly clearly had gotten too big. My eyes must have widened as she pulled up shirt slightly to reveal a flabby abdomen. I had seen her in the hallway the night of her arrival, and I couldn't believe this was the same person. "...Ahh...Ok...." I said. "I'll talk to Mara tomorrow. She is a quite the seamstress. She should be able to make just about anything." I walked away a little turned on, I have to admit. A couple of weeks later Mara had finished off two or three new outfits for Heidi. They were a little baggier and less revealing than her old ones, but I think she didn't mind, considering the extra pounds she now carried. Heidi had now gotten the children so into a routine, she barely needed to prod them at all. They dutifully went through their exercise routine and had gotten used to the healthier meals. They had all dropped at least fifteen pounds and were looking healthier and more energetic than ever. Heidi, on the other hand, had become incredibly lazy. She now sometimes even slept off her big breakfasts during the workouts. Ricardo laughed and pointed at her as she dozed on the couch while the others were sweating off the pounds. Other times she brought two or three leftover pastries from breakfast with her and ate them sensuously while continuing say things like: "Come on! Just three more sit-ups Angela!" or "Push yourself Larisa, you can do another half mile on that treadmill!" The children's admiration for Heidi seemed grow as the weeks went by. She would always spend time telling stories of her experiences back in the U.S. They just loved hearing about it, for they had watched plenty of American television over the years. She always had time for them, that is, of course, if it didn't involve physical exertion. They often tried to get her to join in their games outdoors, or go into town to take them to the swimming pool, but she always made an excuse. Now going into her fifth month of her visit, the pounds seemed to appearing on Heidi's body with no signs of slowing. The once baggy clothes Mara had sewn for Heidi not even two months ago now looked almost tight. She was clearly getting a bigger, flabbier belly. One of Mara's outfits, and the one that seemed to be Heidi's favorite, was a bib overall outfit. It had the pants cut short so she could keep cool. They had three buttons on each side, like most overalls. In just the last few weeks I noticed the denim now stretched a little tighter over her belly, which underneath looked like it wanted to sag well over her panties. "She won't be able to close those buttons for long!" I thought to myself. On Wednesday's, Heidi insisted the cooks always make her favorite lunch...steak and eggs. I often was out and about and didn't have lunch with the family, but this particular Wednesday, my wife was amused by that day's lunch and told of it. "She is really a big eater these days," she said. "The servants told me they are making more food than ever! This is even considering that the kids barely eat any steak or eggs anymore. Looks like Heidi is taking up the slack for the kids...and then some!" "Another thing," she laughed as she continued, "Angela was first to be served her plate of food, and for some reason Margarita was sometime in coming with Heidi's who sat next to Angela. I saw Heidi eye the steak and finally blurted out "'New rule! Non-dieters get served first!' and with that she grabbed Angela's plate from her and immediately took a big bite of the tender meat. She let out an 'mmmm...' as she ate. Angela first looked hurt, but then smiled as she saw Heidi's pleasure in devouring the food." "She is growing to love her food, isn't she?" I asked rhetorically. "Then, of course, she took her usual 3 hour + nap," my wife continued. We both agreed we'd never met anyone like her and both chuckled to ourselves. Perhaps around a week later, as my wife and I prepared for bed, she began talking about Heidi again. "I think Margarita has grown to like Heidi. I see them talking more and more these days. They seemed at odds at first. You know how Margarita is always experimenting with new dishes?" "Yes," I said. "Margarita told me once her mother was the women of a thousand recipes; she is probably planning learning to make them all before she's done!" we laughed. "Well, anyway," Paula continued. "Apparently, Heidi is always willing to test out new recipes for her. Margarita could never get the kids to try anything new in the past, so she's thrilled. I have seen Heidi sitting back in the kitchen at the counter many times late at night. It seems Margarita can only find the time to experiment well after dinner around 10pm. Ricardo convinces me to let him stay up after bedtime to help. I certainly don't have to worry about him breaking his diet and eating any of the food. He says it's all 'icky.' He just loves to help. You should see him proudly carrying Margarita's newest creation out to Heidi. I don't know if she's a very good judge of the cuisine though...she seems to love everything!” my wife said laughing. "That's pretty funny," I said smiling. "Do you ever wonder how fat she will get?" "Heidi? I think she's got to go into a panic pretty soon. You watch, before we know it she will be on a strict diet and be out exercising the kids!" said Paula. "Oh...I wanted to ask you about something," I remembered. "Margarita has a younger sister who's coming in next month, she's about twenty five or so, I think. I guess she's got no place to go and needs to a place to stay for a few months. Is it ok with you?" "Sounds fine," my wife answered. "Margarita has been a loyal part of the household; we should do her the favor." As I readied for the day and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast one morning, I pondered that fact that it had been almost six months since Heidi had come to live with us. She had definitely been a happy addition to the household, to be sure. I don't know how it is I always get stuck in these uncomfortable situations, but as I passed Heidi's door I heard, "Raul...could you help me for a moment?" Heidi was in her room, getting ready for breakfast. As I walked in the room to help her, I was reminded she had piled on still more weight in the last month. She was still a very beautiful girl, still with milky supple skin and gorgeous black hair and dark eyes. Her face had not changed a great deal, maybe a little puffier than before, but no double chin yet. Her arms hadn't changed much either, they had always been fairly petite, but you could see the beginnings of some softening around her upper arms. Just then her words snapped me out of my thoughts. "Could you help me button my overalls…either they shrunk or my belly has grown a little...ooohhhhh...I can't....quite...aaahhhhh... get the right leverage," she said, straining around to the side to get a hold on the buttons. "Sure, I think we can get this," I said. As I helped her, I checked out her still larger belly. She definitely was a flabby girl now around the tummy. As I attempted to join the buttons and holes, I noticed the new love handles that had also mysteriously appeared in the last few months. They spilled over her panties voluptuously. "Ok, you're going to have to suck your tummy in for me," I said. "I already am!" she said giggling. "Ok, here's a little more...ooohh" she sucked it in and held her breath. "Got it!" I announced. I had successfully closed all six buttons. However, I couldn't help but think that unless she changed her lifestyle this was last time we would be able to do so. "Thank you so much, now let's eat!" she said, hurrying downstairs. Two weeks later and I never saw her wear those bib overalls again. So much for a lifestyle change! It was on this day, Margarita's young sister Marisol came to stay with us. I must tell you, she was a very big girl. I would guess her to be around 280 lbs or so, very well-fed with a generous belly, full butt, and seemingly soft all over. I don't necessarily find women that big attractive, but most would agree Marisol was very pretty. Being a native South American, she had a dark complexion, nice eyes, and a pretty smile and nice disposition. It was agreed she would help the other servants and Margarita in the kitchen while she was living with us. We told her that wasn't necessary, but she insisted. The children took to Marisol right away. I told of Heidi's tremendous efforts in helping the kids lose weight. Marisol thought it was wonderful and complimented Heidi on how healthy the children had become. "Wish I could say the same for me," said Heidi, proudly patting her new, jiggly belly. "Looks like somehow I ended up with all the weight they lost!" We all laughed and then Marisol interjected, "I don't know Heidi, I'd kill to be your size again!" In Marisol's first week, it was evident she was going to fit right in. She would play games with the children outside anytime and even took them swimming. They loved to hug Marisol around her big belly and Marcela often even snuggled with her. Ricardo liked to reach his hand just under Marisol's shirt to caress her warm, soft belly. She often giggled and scolded him, but she new he loved it so. After all, he was only eight years old. Meanwhile, Heidi was happy as a clam not to have the children pestering her to take them swimming and play games all the time. Heidi and Marisol also got to know each other very quickly. They often talked and laughed with each other late into the night. As I watched Heidi and Marisol interact, I often saw Heidi staring at Marisol's overweight form. I could swear she seemed almost envious sometimes...but that was just me thinking too much. I've got to start putting more work time in, I thought. There's been so much activity around here lately my mind has been elsewhere. One evening, I went to bid Margarita goodnight. She was in the kitchen, perfecting one of her new recipes. To my surprise Marisol and Heidi sat at the counter with empty plates in front of them. She was bringing out a full course meal, it appeared. I didn't recognize anything, but it looked like some sort of beef, and a fried vegetable of some kind. Marisol and Heidi dug in and both clearly were enjoying it greatly. After only about half of the serving, Marisol said she too full to eat anymore. "Speak for yourself!" said Heidi, still going strong. "I don't know where she puts it," said Marisol, looking at Heidi greedily eat and eat. "Guess it's my metabolism," said Heidi, barely pausing to speak. I had noticed that Marisol's size made Heidi feel less self conscious about her own weight. After all she must have figured, "I'm nowhere near that big." I did notice that Marisol usually ate less than Heidi. I remembered a conversation I heard once: "Oh," began Marisol. "I used to eat like you, honey," she said, looking at Heidi. "I started to cut back a few years ago. If I hadn't, I'd be too fat to walk!" Heidi smiled nervously. The next day after breakfast, Heidi and Marisol sat on Heidi's bed, swapping stories. "Say, Heidi, mind if I change into my bathing suit in your room? I'll just be a moment," Marisol inquired. "Ok, sure, want me to leave?" Heidi asked. "I'm not shy if you're not!" Marisol said. Marisol then pulled off her shirt, revealing her substantial belly. Heidi's eyes got wider, for she had never seen so much soft, ample flesh. As Marisol changed, Heidi watched her tummy sway and jiggle with each movement. "I've been meaning to ask you about something, Heidi," said Marisol. "Sure," said Heidi, still stealing glances at Marisol's belly hanging out in front of her. "I wondered if you could help me like you helped the kids. I really don't like being this big." She grabbed a handful of flab and wiggled her huge paunch for emphasis. "Could you put me on a diet and fitness routine?" "Oh sure," said Heidi. After all, she thought, the kids were pretty much on their own now and didn't need much help anymore. "Let's start tomorrow!" Marisol was very happy. "I hope it falls off as fast as I put it on, I'll be your size in no time!" "Let's what we can do," said Heidi. "We'll go as fast we can and still stay remain healthy." "Sounds good, what are they making for lunch?" Marisol asked, walking out of the room to round up the kids for a swimming trip. "Oh goody! Goody!" Heidi yelled. She had remembered it was Wednesday. Heidi excitedly told Marisol it was her favorite day of the week because it was steak and eggs day for lunch. "Wow, that sounds pretty rich. I'll see if I am hungry enough by then, I'll probably just have a little," Marisol replied. "Suit yourself," said Heidi. "If I know my appetite these days, I'll be ravenously hungry by then!" she said smiling and giggling. "What an appetite! You're amazing," said Marisol. The children had a great time with Marisol at the pool and now they had returned and were ready for lunch. Heidi and the children were first to the table, followed by Marisol who took a seat next to Heidi. "Oh my," said Marisol, as the steak and eggs were presented to the eager diners. As usual, Heidi didn't waste any time and before we knew it had polished off two helpings of steak and eggs. I knew Margarita's recipe was rather unique for the meat was served with a rich buttery sauce. I am no expert on cuisine, but it seemed like a sauce you would see in French food. Heidi now looked longingly at the others still enjoying their food. "That's it, I'm stuffed," announced Marisol, after only eating a few bites. "Ooohhh!" said Heidi, "You don't mind do you?" With that Heidi scraped the leftovers (almost a whole steak and three or four eggs) off Marisol's plate onto hers, even taking the time to lick the last remaining sauce off the now empty plate. She then ate eagerly until every last bit was gone. With that she smiled, sat back and announced, "Ahhhh, Siesta time!" Marisol smiled to herself in amusement. The following morning Marisol joined Heidi and the children in the family room to begin her workout. "Ok, Marisol, I will warn you. You will have to work hard and be very disciplined. This won't be fun and games...getting into shape is hard work," said Heidi sternly, standing there with a pair of very tight pants that were stretched tight over her growing butt. She had to be starting to run out of clothes that fit. But today she somehow found a loose fitting tee shirt to throw on. "I will get the kids started first and you can watch them to get an idea how this will work," said Heidi. "We will start you on a easier workout at first, however." Marisol watched as each child went through the routine with great efficiency and focus. "Ok, now," said Heidi. "I want Marisol on the treadmill, we will start with one mile, moderate pace." As Marisol started to walk, Heidi flopped down on the couch and motioned for Marcela to come over. "Sweety?" She whispered. "Be a dear and go get me a box of doughnuts, I know there's one in the pantry," she said, smiling. "How many?" asked Marcela. "Oh, just go ahead and bring me the whole box," said Heidi. "That's it! That's what it's going to take!" Heidi shouted at Marisol, who was sweating and panting to finish her mile. "We'll have that belly gone in no time!" Marcela had placed the doughnuts on the floor next to Heidi's couch. "Ooohhh...chocolate covered, my favorite!" she said quietly to herself. Marisol then moved on to try to do come sit-ups. "This will be a little tricky for you at first," said Heidi, cramming a doughnut into her mouth. "You will probably not be able to do many at first, but you have to try." Marisol strained against her big belly and managed to two sit-ups. "Very good, you are an excellent student! Now it's the Stairmaster for you!" The Stairmaster whirred and clicked as Marisol tiredly pumped her chubby legs. Meanwhile, Heidi had eaten five doughnuts and was nodding off to sleep. It must have been a sugar crash. Heidi woke up about a half an hour later to see Marisol toweling the sweat off her face. "How did I do?" she asked. "Great, I think you should start to see results in a few days. I have already spoken to the servants and they are going to start feeding you the healthy stuff like the kids get," said Heidi, still lounging lazily on the couch. Over the next month, Heidi continued her training of Marisol. I began to notice her weight coming off in the first two or three weeks. She was very large before, so one had a hard time seeing the loss of a few pounds. But by the end of the month her belly was clearly shrinking. Marisol was elated, and Heidi was happy for her, too. Heidi's belly was clearly not shrinking, though. She continued to eat huge meals. I could see she recklessly snacked at all hours of the day. The servants even told me of the many snack cake, candy bar, and potato chip wrappers along with bakery crumbs they found everyday while cleaning her bedroom. It was obvious she was continuing to get fatter. If I had to guess I would say she now was 40 pounds heavier than she was when she arrived. It goes without say that she was keeping Mara busy making new clothes, too. "She is really filling out!" my wife said excitedly one day. "I was just in the bedroom next door with Heidi and Marisol," she said as she closed the door so that no one could hear. "Heidi was trying on some new clothes. Mara really outdid herself this time. She has been reading those American fashion magazines and got some pink velour material to make a warm-up suit for Heidi. Apparently all the young people are wearing them." "Oh, those are supposed to be very comfortable," I said. "That's what Heidi said. It's very nice, although it looks like she made it a little big. She has to tighten the drawstrings to make the pants stay up and the top seems a tad too big. It's definitely wearable, but it's just funny because Mara usually hits the size right on," my wife continued. "Anyway, while I was in there, Marisol was looking at some of Heidi's old pictures from home. " 'Wow, you were so thin when you back then!' said Marisol. “'Eh, come on!' Heidi protested. 'It's not like I weigh 300 or anything!' She then continued admiring her new pink warm-up suit in the mirror. “I couldn't help but marvel at the difference," my wife went on. "While I was in there I got a look at her stomach as she unzipped her top. You wouldn't believe how flabby it has become. I could make out the traces of what used be a washboard stomach, but now the muscles seem saggy and covered with a layer of fat. I mean, she still has her curves in the right places, but that tummy of hers is really going to start hanging if she doesn't lay off the steak and eggs!" My wife smiled to let me know she didn't mean it in a scolding way. "Not much chance of that happening," I said, chuckling. "I have a feeling we are going to send back an extremely well-fed girl back to America. Heidi's parents can't accuse us of letting her go hungry, that's for sure!" Two weeks later.... "I LOVE this warm-up suit!" Heidi said, while climbing into a recliner, rubbing her hands over her ever-softer body. "Let's get to work my little chubette!" Heidi said rather cruelly to Marisol as that morning's workout began. "Oh, come on," said Heidi, realizing she had hurt Marisol's feelings. "You know you'll be smaller in no time. I'm just trying to motivate you. Now let's get to it!" Heidi knew Marisol's progress was excellent. Her formerly huge paunch was diminishing slowly but surely, and as with the children, she now had a healthy glow about her. It was around this time that Heidi had a great idea, which she shared with me. She said she noticed how the children loved swimming and that if I could afford it, I should put in a pool of our own. "It would help them stay in shape for years to come," Heidi informed me. After thinking it over, I realized it was a great idea...expensive, but a great idea. It made sense since we live such a warm climate. I went ahead and started the ball rolling. They told me it would take about two months to get it all up and ready. Margarita told me of a little spat between Marisol and Heidi she had witnessed. Heidi had passed by the kitchen and saw Marisol delicately eating a chocolate bon bon from box she found in the pantry. Although it was clear Marisol was only eating one or two. Heidi flipped out on her." "What do think you are doing, Mari!" she yelled. "Those are not for fat girls!" With that she grabbed the bon bon from Marisol's hand and shoved it into her own greedy mouth. "Not only are these my candies, but they are forbidden in your new diet!" she said as she popped another into her mouth like it was nothing. "Oh...I didn't know...I'm sorry..." Marisol stammered. Then I think it hit Heidi she had been a little mean to her friend. She then apologized and soon they were seated in the kitchen, talking and making up. Meanwhile, Heidi ate bon bon after bon bon from the box. "Is everything ok now, sweety?" asked Heidi. "I don't know what came over me, I must be a little cranky because I'm hungry. What time's dinner, I'm starving!" she asked, holding her developing paunch. Margarita had planned a new Colombian dish, empanadas, for dinner that night. From the looks of them they were very fattening, plenty of beef, eggs, and very greasy...but delicious. "I think this may give steak and eggs day a run for its money!" Heidi said as she held out her empty plate, awaiting her third helping. "More!" The servants were like one of the family around our house, and I noticed Heidi was so eager to satisfy her belly, she sometimes was a little cold to the staff during dinner. As far as I could tell they didn't seem to mind, I just think they were happy to have their food so appreciated. I stood looking at the calendar in my office. I had marked the day Heidi arrived and believe it or not today we were half way through her tenth month. The pool work was finishing up and within a week or two it would be ready for a swim. Today I went up to use the washroom and saw it was occupied by Heidi and Marisol. As I turned to go, I overheard their conversation. "I don't believe it!" Marisol cried as she stood on the scale. "Thirty pounds gone!" "All right girl! I knew I could make it happen for ya!" said Heidi, popping a peanut M&M into her mouth. The girls stood in the bathroom, each wearing a velour warm-up suit. They wore them most of the time now as they loved the soft, comfortable feel. This kept Mara busy because each girl wanted several suits each. Marisol was thrilled; hers was perfectly tailored to fit her larger body. Oh, I should mention. Heidi now looked plain fat. I was out surveying progress out at the pool and Heidi came out with the kids and Marisol. Heidi seemed to always be munching on something these days. Today she had a plate with a large piece of leftover flan that she forked into her mouth. She wore her favorite pink warm-up suit. Her body had certainly changed a lot since the day Mara made it. The suit was no longer big at all; in fact, now it looked a little snug. Her butt was getting wider and the pants of the suit were stretched tightly over it. I could also see a definite jiggle when she walked that hadn't been there before. Speaking of her walk, when she first joined us almost eleven months ago, she had had a bouncy, energetic walk. Now it seemed to be very slow and...well lazy. That's the only way I can think to describe it. The top of the suit was looking smaller, too. The formerly too loose top now barely covered her sagging tummy. It seemed to fight to hang over her pants no matter how she tried to pull them up. This was the case with her flabby love handles that peeked out from under her top to join her belly. Her breasts had grown a little, and I could see some more fat finding its way on her upper arms, but she still looked pretty fit up there. Definitely in comparison to her butt and growing belly. That all being said, she still had a gorgeous face. It might have been a little fuller, with hint of double chin, but nothing to affect her perfect features. In contrast, Marisol's warm-up suit, which unlike Heidi's, was actually used to work out in, looked loose around her still large, but rapidly shrinking body. I laughed as I thought to myself how if the current trends were to continue, Heidi could find herself comfortably fitting into Marisol's old, jumbo size warm-ups! Surely Heidi would stop herself before that happened, I thought. I mean really, she would have to gain ninety or one hundred MORE pounds to get up to Marisol's starting weight. That just seemed impossible.
  7. Maybe could continue developing her expertise for a few more years, I think she has the potential to become a top "expert".
  8. hgee

    Qveenjulia

    Thanks, she's super hot. Looks like she embraced laziness and overindulgence during quarantine and she looks so sexy now!
    Such a fun video. She looks just so comfy and overfed wedged into that soft chair and her plans for the year are very exciting. Even if she is able to make half of this years' resolutions, is going to be a blast! Even if you watch it with the sound off it's super hot, she's so beautiful and glamourous, dark sexy eyes and hair and the most sparkling smile ever. All this and her healthy and cute double chin is getting so adorable. What a hottie!
  9. no kidding, she's one of the hottest of all time.
  10. Big congrats on your achievement!!! Must be so much fun to finally be obese😜
  11. Candii, hope you come back... but only if it's fun for you and you are into it! I don't know how any model deals with the inevitable neediness of their fans, even the good hearted and polite ones must be annoying sometimes.😄
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