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This is a 9 chapter + epilogue story that is entirely @flyer33 fault for suggesting it. Starring characters that are in no way resembling real people. The Calling Chapter 1: The Shadow Over Hero Girl Productions can be cursed. Not just in the “Don’t Say the Word MacBeth” way anyone who’s watched a cartoon could tell you, either. Some films are such complete and total disasters behind the scenes that cast and crew ignore primadonna directors and temperamental stars and wonky effects to point directly at the supernatural. Most of these are, of course, false. When Heaven’s Gate spiralled out of control to the point its box office bombing sank the studio and the western genre, set members claimed the auteur director had made a deal with the devil that was coming due. Really, it had more to do with said director insisting the entire crew wait three hours to film a scene for clouds to move the right way and how he was scamming the studio by buying up the remote land he filmed on. When The Conqueror bombed at the box office and then every member of the cast and crew got cancer and died over the next twenty years, the superstitious claimed it was either the result of Producer Howard Hughes scamming a Native tribe for their land or an actual curse laid down by Genghis Khan. Of course, casting John Wayne as a Mongolian had every thing to do with the box office gross. And filming down wind of a nuclear test sight probably had more to do with the cancer than any curse. But very rarely, the superstitious naysayers are entirely right. Hero Girl was one of those rare occasions. It was and is and never will be, an action film based on a comic book character invented to keep merchandising rights in the 50s, retooled to try and exploit the feminism surge of the early 70s and retooled again into brainless cheese cake in the 80s and 90s. It has never been made and never will be made and it will always be being made, taking starlet after starlet down with it. Like radioactive desert soil, Hero Girl had lurked unseen and poisonous under the surface of Hollywood for over decades. In the 60s, Hero Girl was chosen to be the banner film for a blonde bomshell starlet, Lillian Lincoln. A famous beauty who’d romanced hall of fame ball players and presidents, Lincoln was on top of the world when the film was announced. How the super human action would have been shown via 60s effects was a mystery that was never answered. A broken condom for Lillian led to pregnancy related weight gain as she abandoned years of dieting, the actress famous curves went from an hour glass 36-20-36, to a soft and saggy 36-28-42, an unacceptable amount during Hollywood’s strict golden age. Having lost her looks and with them her patron’s attention, the bottom heavy Lillian slipped into immediate obscurity, believed to have died during a car crash on the way to a fat farm. Hero Girl went dormant, seemingly, for years. Over the next twenty years, a few starlet of the months from various Bond films or horror movies expressed interest. Not even the omni present cocaine of the 70s was enough for them to keep their figures but no one linked the sudden poundage to the forgotten film. After the success of the Superman and Batman films in the 80s, Hero Girl woke up and started fattening. The role was offered to the sole actress in Star Wars during ROTJ filming, the day before the metal bikini scenes. The steel bra had to be duct taped on and the rest of her costumes for the film had to be increasingly loosened to deal with the expanding actress, who never took another major role. When the part was offered to a house hold name supermodel Lindsay Lawford, she refused due to having a solid calendar of photo shoots already booked. Just being approached was enough, when she did a Pepsi shoot, it proved Lindsay had a genetic addiction to the sweetened corn syrup. Six months of six liters a day ruined her cover girl smile and made her centerfold body a cellulite coated, diabetic blob. Just before Batman and Robin seemingly doomed the superhero genre, Hero Girl struck again. The actress playing Batgirl, a gorgeous and athletic California blonde who’s acting talent was concentrated in her looks, was asked to read for Hero Girl ‘s latest test script a month before Batman’s shooting began. She arrived on set with a gut six inches too big around for her expensive costume, needing two refittings during production despite a personal trainer and a ban from craft services, to the tabloid’s delight. Between the Batman film being godawful and her good looks having turned into tabloid fodder, her promising career sank into obscurity and Hero Girl slipped away as studios abandoned superhero films. ...Or so it seemed. In the early 2000s, after X-Men had revived the genre, production on Hero Girl began again. To the misery of a handful of the character’s fans, the actress cast wasn’t a blue eyed blonde like the entirely fictional space alien protagonist, but an absolutely gorgeous African American actress Helena Fruit with a new Oscar and a smoking hot career to go with her stunning good looks. Unfortunately, a knee injury during training put Helena on the couch and she massively over indulged during six months recovery. By the end of the delay, Hero Girl would have needed another six months for its lead to lose the door jamming caboose she’d grown and she was replaced with a ginger Disney starlet, Tracey Truman, looking to move away from her goody too shoes image and embrace the smoking hot looks nature had given her. Unfortunately for Truman, the film’s curse made the weight from her partying pile up across her previously flat midriff. On the day for costume fitting, she stumbled in three hours late, still ** and fifty pounds over weight, most of it concentrated in a record winning beer belly that audibly sloshed. Her drunken tirade at the costumer didn’t ease the director’s nerves, nor did vomiting on him and passing out. Truman was replaced with the new flavor of the month, a brunette named Morgan Wolf who’d wowed in short shorts in a terrible sci fi action movie based on a toyline. Against all odds, Wolf made it through pre-production and even costume fitting...until a writer’s strike put filming on hold for six months. By the end of it, Wolf was so immensely pregnant with triplets that no amount of CGI could hide it and she was paid off a handsome severance sum, which helped as she was never going to fit into those shorts again without help. By this point it was 2010 and the success of the Marvel Cinematic Universe had executives hungry. Hero Girl’s curse feasted well, even as the movie went nowhere and every actress approached saw their career’s nosedive and their weight’s sky rocket. Everyone established in the film world had heard to stay away from the film, but there were plenty of undiscovered starlets with big eyes and tiny waists for it to pork up. By late 2018 it had devastated a whole crop of Sports Illustrated rookie of the Years trying to get into acting and the studio execs seemed desperate to find someone, anyone to play the part to get the movie started. They supposedly offered $30 million dollars to Evelyn Stone, a famously skinny british actress who’d rose to fame in schlocky pirate movies and then proved her acting chops in period dramas, the role. Some would have thought Stone was picked because she was known for being near anorexically thin. Others because she signed the contract while giving birth and was thus unlikely to get hit with surprise pregnancy weight like so many predecessors. With the contract came a stint in an elite, private weight loss clinic to help Stone lose the minimal amount of baby weight she’d gained, surely in record time. In early 2019, the studio signed another Brit, Tessa Holmes for Hero Girl. …. Tessa rubbed the back of her head as the car pulled through LA’s horrible traffic. It was a nervous habit and a bad one, even though her hair hid the surgery scar she’d didn’t want to aggravate it or the titanium plate beneath it. She made herself stop scratching, examining manicured nails instead and taking another sip of her Starbucks’ espresso. Tessa hated Starbucks, especially drinks like this, but the doctor said she needed the extra calories to keep her weight up, even after the last round of chemo and the cancer free diagnosis. “All right back there?” her driver asked, a suited man clean and slick as a new whistle. “Completely fine, just a bit jet lagged,” she replied, “really it would be easier if they didn’t film everything in LA.” She tried to make herself read the script, which was...ridiculous schlock parading as something worthwhile. Hero Girl was little more than masturbation fodder being made into a popcorn flick pretending to have a point about empowerment by a morally bankrupt studio run by monsters who’d have made Nazi propaganda if there was a profit to it, but Tessa was being offered $35 million for her time and contracts for sequels and spin offs worth three times that. It wasn’t like she really needed the money, she could have done nothing her whole adult life and lived comfortably, but she’d been out of the game for over a year thanks to the diagnosis she’d kept thankfully hidden. Starlets tended to wane around thirty if you didn’t get a big franchise, a horrifically sexist tendency but one the 29 year old Tessa was facing despite knowing how sexist it was. That was a lot of money, enough to fund a lot of the charity’s and causes she actually cared about. “Ha, ain’t that the truth,” the driver said over her inner monologue, putting on a turn signal, “say, this is...an odd question but…” Tessa inhaled, wondering what it would be. She’d been asked for autographs since she was a teenager and for creepy autographs not long after that. Being daintily attractive, with a washboard waistline, delicately shapely legs and a provocatively taut butt had kept her rich and successful, but also drawn an insufferable amount of fetishistic energy. She could only pray the driver wasn’t going to ask her to sign feet pics… “My daughter is obsessed with those magic movies you were in and is a big fan of that UN speech you gave, you wouldn’t mind signing an autograph would you? I’ve got a note pad in the glove box if its not too much trouble,” the driver asked kindly. The actress felt herself smile, “Of course, always happy too.” They arrived just after she signed the note and took a selfie, feeling self conscious about her hair length. She’d had short hair for years, but the little pixie cut she’d managed to grow out was positively boyish. Her hair was coming back quickly at least and she didn’t need a wig going out anymore, but it still made her feel bad. Granted, not as bad as being told she had cancer had made her feel, so things were looking up. Stepping out into the studio backlot, Tessa was instantly anonymous. Clad in yoga pants and a hoody, too warm for LA, she could have been any slightly built woman between 15 and 30. It was the nice thing about being short for an actress and being known as a fashionista. If she didn’t wear an ethically sourced gown or pants suit, then she looked like anyone. Honestly Tessa preferred it that way. Stepping up to the costuming department, she was pointed at the right office without being recognized. Tessa to the door and knocked politely, noticing she was rubbing the back of her head again. Her head was having some phantom pains again, memories of the surgery that weren’t real, and it had made her sleep like shit the night before, with weird dreams in the little sleep she’d had. “Yes?” a woman asked as the door opened, smiling to recognize her, “ah, Tessa, so good to see you again.” “Ah, Beth?” Tessa asked, walking in with a smile to a large room packed with sewing machines, measuring tapes and costume wracks stretching back a hundred feet, “right, Beth? Its good to work with you again, you made the Moses set bearable.” Beth was a late middle aged woman, going grey and looking like a well kept librarian. Pencil thin and huge eyed, she reminded Tessa of a very friendly preying mantis. She’d met her on the set of what was probably the last profitable Biblical epic, where she played the wife of the Hebrew Prophet in a highly inaccurate belly baring harem girl outfit. Tessa, barely 20 then, had been a little nervous to be so exposed, and Beth had been instrumental in making her feel comfortable. “Ah yes, well its my business to make the star’s comfortable. Hopefully one day I’ll get to dress you in something that isn’t ridiculous,” Beth smiled as Tessa walked past to set her purse on a small sofa, “this costume is almost as bad as that dancing girl get up and for some reason the writers insisted that your civilian alter ego be dressed frumpy and dumpy. At least I talked them out of the fat suit your character has to wear before getting powers from a glowing rock, ugh. You could tell this was written by a man from a mile off. Can I get you a coffee before we get started?” Tessa laughed, “No thanks, I’m pretty wired as it is. I couldn’t sleep at all on the plane and need to pass out in the hotel as soon as we get this done.” She turned, noticing that Beth was eyeing her analytically with a slight frown. “...Problem?” the actress asked. “Um, no, no. Just...have you been feeling well?” the costumer asked her with motherly concern. The actress bit her lip, “Ah, I’d thought that might come up. To be honest...I’m a lot better than I was. For the last year and a half I was...well I was extremely sick.” Beth’s eyes seemed to bulge, “Oh my word, I had no idea…” “I wanted it that way, rather not have poparazzi taking pics as I leave the hospital,” Tessa sighed, “and well, I lost quite a lot of weight from the treatments. Weight that I didn’t really have to lose to start with.” The costumer’s face winced with sympathy, “but you look...positively healthy now…” “Well, thank you. My prognosis is excellent and I’ve been following a diet and exercise program to get into shape. It hasn’t been easy, I’ve been wearing nothing but sweat pants and hoodies for nearly a year and had to rebuild some muscle,” Tessa went on, not bringing up how doctor’s had had to pull a bullet sized tumor out of the back of her head. “Ah, well...I’m sure it worked well, um...,” Beth told her, pausing as Tessa pulled off her hoodie. Her shirt had rode up a bit with it, and the actress automatically pulled it back down. She didn’t notice that it immediately rode back up, well past her belly button. Beth blushed, tearing her eyes away from the younger woman to look her in the eye. “I’d made some preliminaries with the measurements from Moses, I didn’t think they’d changed…,” Beth paused, “...so much…” “Oh, well I think I’m about back to where I was,” Tessa said, “would you like to measure me first or try the preliminary costumes?” Beth seemed nervous, biting her lip, “Well...let’s do some measurements first...I have a feeling that ...well, let’s just measure you.” Tessa didn’t quite understand the strange hesitancy of the costumer. She had to presume that talk of her illness had upset her, even not going into full details Tessa wasn’t surprised. Looking at her now, she probably just looked a little thin, not like someone who’d come within a whisper of dying. She stood up straight as Beth measured her, the tape wrapping around stomach, hips, chest, thigh, calf and bicep. It was familiar to her, almost comforting, for Tessa had never had a weight problem. “Um, Tessa, you used to be a 20 inch waist, right?” Beth asked her softly. “Yes, I think so, I know I've always been skinny. Have I not gotten back to that yet?” Tessa returned, “Do we need to take the costumes in?” “Well, not quite...I’m well, going to need to call the producer about this, unfortunately…,” Beth said with a brittle smile, “I’m sure it isn’t your fault but well, they hate it when an actress isn’t the right weight…” The actress felt her cheeks color as the older woman went towards a desk phone, “Wait, they’re going to be angry I’m a little thin? I know they said that the character had “a dancer’s build” whatever that means, but there’s a month to filming for me to put on some muscle.” The costumer sighed, looking at her up and down again with a sad smile, quite similar to a doctor’s with bad news. “Tessa, that’s...really the opposite of the problem. Let me break this gently, how much did you used to weigh?” she asked the actress gently. “Well...I mean I didn’t weigh myself every day…,” Tessa began. She’d been born rather lucky. Not just white and smart in a first world country to middle class parents, but pretty as well. Tessa had preferred walks and yoga over more intense exercise, but she’d had a humming bird metabolism and as a vegetarian had never struggled with her weight. But she remembered the doctor’s appointment after the head aches had started… “I weighed about fifty kilograms, that’d be...one hundred and ten, one hundred and fifteen pounds?” she offered. “Oh, so...about thirty pounds then, maybe thirty five,” Beth winced in sympathy. “I’m...there’s no way I weigh less than ninety pounds!” Tessa exclaimed, eyes bulging. For a moment there was silence, Beth looking at her sadly. “Listen Tessa, you’re still a gorgeous young woman. And if this industry wasn’t so...shit, I’d never say this. But...you’re not the right body shape for this role at the moment…,” Beth told her, “because well...well there’s a mirror and a scale in that changing room…” Stunned, Tessa walked towards the changing room as Beth began a call. She hadn’t thought herself so scrawny, she didn’t think she’d gotten much under a hundred pounds. God, no wonder she was feeling so tired… Inside the dressing room was Hero Girl’s costume, a blue mini skirt with a golden belt and a blue top. It was a midriff bearing disaster and probably not the final product, which was supposed to be more like a one piece, but Tessa’s attention was more focused on the mirror and who was in it. “What...what...WHAT?” Tessa gasped. Her face was basically as expected: pale and somewhat freckled, with a short brown pixie cut. It wasn’t drawn as she’d expected from a year of being sick, instead her cheeks were full and rosy...very full as a matter of fact. To the point that her cheekbones were more of a suggestion. And that her firm jawline was looking...soft. Soft enough to have a slight double chin that merged with a gently broader neck, instead of the swanlike neck. Tessa gulped, making herself look downwards. Her pale blue t-shirt was tight, so tight that she began feeling how snug it was as she took it in. Never busty, she hadn’t worn a bra and plump, heavy looking breasts were poking at the thin fabric. Not believing her eyes, she cupped the slightly sagging bust with her hands, boob flesh over flowing her fingers. Her shirt sleeves were tightly pinching her bicep, she followed suit, pinching excess fat on her bicep and tricep. “What...how…,” the actress asked herself, certain that when she’d put the clothes on they’d fit normally. Always, Tessa had had a flat stomach, washboard flat. But now...now she had a real belly, a lot of her weight going to a considerable paunch. It was big enough to get a hand under, her too small shirt riding up over her belly button, which itself looked deeper. There were squeezable love handles over her hips, all merging together into this embarrassing muffin top. Sucking in her stomach brought some temporary relief, enough for her shirt to go down, but holding it in wasn’t a permanent option. “There’s no way...I was...I was under my normal weight, I’m sure of it…,” Tessa said to herself, both amazed and horrified. She was an educated woman. Yes, she’d been on fashion mags and photo shoots and knew how much her looks played into her success, but she was also a feminist. She knew she was worth more than her looks, that thirty pounds was nothing compared to something major, especially after going through something major. Maybe if she’d seen it creep up that would be true but...not all at once… Girlish hips had turned womanly over night, stretching her yoga pants until she had a camel toe and leaving a red ring under her muffin top. She turned, wincing to see how her butt, taut and round from yoga, had ...well, fallen. It was soft and jiggly on the other side of near transparent spandex, her panties and a new patch of cellulite on each cheek. She patted it and it bounced for an uncomfortably long time, the ripple spreading to thighs that now touched. Chunky looking calves emerged from the bottom of the capris, embarrassingly thick for someone who’d always had shapely legs. “Is this some sort of night mare?” she asked, blinking, pinching a softened cheek to try and wake herself up, “Fuck, am I being punked?” Knowing that even a CGI mirror couldn’t make her feel the fat beneath her fingers, Tessa gingerly stepped onto the scale. Her stomach, on its own accord, sucked in as the scale blinked, as if that would help. Feeling like a death row inmate awaiting a possible pardon, the actress felt her chin buckle as she looked down to see blinking numbers. For a moment, it was a laughable six hundred sixty six, surely some sort of automatic response as it calculated. Then the red numbers turned blue plummeting to a much smaller but still far too large one hundred and forty nine pounds. Thirty five pounds higher than she’d ever weighed… “I...how, I’d have felt it surely,” Tessa said, remembering that she’d only been wearing sweat pants and not going out save for doctors appointments for over a year, “but I’ve been sick…” Not for several months and her appetite had come back quite well, with her ordering take out several times a week. “And I’ve been exercising…,” she said, knowing that a couple miles on a tread mill and stretching wasn’t going to equal the extra calories her doctors had said she should eat, “...maybe not enough…” It was a cold slap of reality, far better than another one she’d had but still shocking. She’d grown up with her mother complaining about her weight, and now it was happening to her… “Tessa, are you alright?” Beth asked her from the other side of the door. “I...well...I’m a little chubby but otherwise alright,” the actress sighed, hand going to her stomach, “at least its not public...but shit the movie...how can this be a superhero movie if…” “I talked to the producer,” the costumer told her, “and they’re very understanding…” Tessa had a mind for figures, she remembered her contract and its weight clause, “...and my lawyer would be very unhappy if they bring this up in public.” “Which is why they’re offering access to an exclusive and very, very secretive clinic, paid for by the studio…,” the costumer replied softly.
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Hello All, I'm a new member, and I like to write weight gain stories. I posted several installments of my new story, "The Company", on Curvage, but some members told me I posted in the wrong place. So, I'm reposting this in the Stories Forum, and hopefully you will all like it. I have other weight gain ebooks available on Amazon. Just search for Janno Jones. Thank you! Hope you like this. Janno The Company Albert Branson was in love with his new bride Liana. He loved her chestnut brown hair, her milky skin, her full lips, her shy smile. Most of all, however, he loved her trim little figure. She was a very shy, modest girl who never wore anything more revealing than a long skirt and a sweater, and she herself often described herself as "mousy". She was a librarian in their town of Oneida, New York, and she loved books and crossword puzzles and did not like taking risks in any way. She had such a quiet voice that Albert often had to strain to hear her. It was true, there were times when he wished she would be a little more extroverted, but that did not change the fact that he loved her deeply. They had only been married two years when a large food processing conglomerate named ALLGRO bought out Albert's small company, that had been manufacturing pork products for 100 years. The week after the buyout a few top executives from ALLGRO hosted a cocktail reception for the employees and their families, just to get to know everyone, and then a week after that Albert was called into his boss's office and told he was being offered a new position. "They want you to go to their main plant, in Nebraska," his boss said. "They were impressed by you and your wife when they met you last week." "My wife?" Albert said. "Why would they care about her? She's not an employee." "Oh, I don't know," the boss said. "I guess they have a certain image they like to maintain out there. They're the largest employer in the state, and they like their employees and their wives to fit a certain mold." "But Liana is very quiet," Albert said. "She's shy, and she doesn't fit the mold of a corporate wife." The boss smiled. "They must see some potential in her." The transfer involved a considerable pay raise, enough to convince Albert he should at least try out the new job. Even if Liana hated Nebraska, he could get some good job experience and make some extra money to put in his savings account before they moved back. So, they moved to Nebraska. Liana was not thrilled about the move, because she had to give up her librarian job, and of course the move involved uprooting herself from her comfortable small town and going somewhere totally new and strange. But, she decided that if Albert wanted this, she'd at least have to try it out. And at first it seemed like a dream come true. The company set them up in a house that it owned, for one thing, so they had no mortgage or rent to pay. The house was in a neighborhood of similar houses, all owned by the company. They were two-bedroom bungalows, on small, well-kept lots, with white picket fences and flower pots on all the windowsills. They were like perfect little doll houses, with only one thing that didn't seem to fit -- the kitchens all had huge, restaurant-sized refrigerators, triple the size of a normal refrigerator. "Why are the refrigerators so big?" Albert asked his boss the first day on the job. The boss was a pencil-thin man named Mr. Benson, and he smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth. "The women in our area are proud of their cooking skills," he said. "They love to cook, and they love to eat. The company decided that we'd indulge that little hobby by giving them super size refrigerators." "Well, my wife may not fit in well around here then," Albert said. "She's not big on cooking. She's very health conscious, actually. She counts her calories every day, and she never overeats." "That so?" Mr. Benson said, smiling again. "Well, she might just change her mind once she tastes some of the delicious food our women make out here." Albert didn't think much about that comment for the rest of the day. He was too busy getting a tour of the meat processing plant, settling in to his office, and meeting all his coworkers. It did seem a little strange to him that all the men he met were just as thin as Mr. Benson, and the few women he saw in the office were definitely not thin. In fact, they were all at least 50 pounds overweight. He put the thought out of his mind, though, because there were so many new things to learn about. The meat processing plant was a modern, high-tech affair, with robots arms doing some of the work on a vast conveyor belt that carried cuts of pork along to be processed and packaged. Mr. Benson beamed with pride when he showed it to Albert. "Pretty futuristic, eh?" he said. "This is the future of pork, Albert, and we're on the cutting edge of it here. I'm sure you'll enjoy working here, son. This is a place with a future for you and your pretty wife." Albert thought it was strange that Mr. Benson brought up his wife again, but he shrugged it off. When he got home he was exhausted from his long day, but strangely, he was not very hungry. He'd only had an appetite for salad when he ate lunch at the company cafeteria, but he noticed the female employees had trays that were piled high with all sorts of fattening foods -- hamburgers, pizza, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and two or three desserts. They'd sit down at a long table and commence eating with great gusto, talking and laughing raucously, their large bodies shaking with laughter, their cheeks quivering with glee. He opened the front door of his cute little house and was amazed to see his cute, mousy little wife sitting at the kitchen table wiping crumbs from her lips, with an empty pie plate in front of her. She had a dreamy expression on her face, and when she saw him, she smiled and gave a demure little burp. “Liana,’” Albert said, “did you just finish that whole pie yourself?” “Yes,” she said, “and it was delicious!” “But I didn't know you ate pie,” Albert said. “I thought you hated it, actually. You always say it has too many calories.” “Well normally I do hate it,” she said, “but Stacy Flowers, who's our next door neighbor, came over this afternoon and brought the pie to welcome me to the neighborhood. She told me that she baked it specially for me, and I didn’t know what to say. “You know how I have a hard time saying no to people,” she continued. “This Stacy was very aggressive and just barged in here and sat down and told me she was going to be my new best friend. She was very rude. She told me I'm too skinny and I won't fit in around here if I don't gain some weight.” “Really?” Albert said. “That's very rude. I thought people in the Midwest were much nicer than that.” “Me too,” said Liana. “I couldn't believe the way she talked to me, but I just didn't know what to do. She looked in our refrigerator and of course it just had some of my carrots and cucumbers and raw vegetables, and do you know what she said? ‘We’ll have to change all this, girlfriend!’ Can you imagine? And to top it all off she was dressed in the most revealing manner. I mean, she had on skintight yoga pants that were a shade of pink that almost blinded me and they showed every ounce of her fat rear end. And it was enormous! Women back home wouldn't dress like that -- they'd be too embarrassed to wear yoga pants that tight if they had a rear end like hers. She also had on a top that was really low cut, and she was just bursting out of it. Can you picture that?” Actually, Albert could picture it. He had an image of a voluptuous body with enormous breasts spilling out of a top. He could picture it very, very well. But he knew that it was against Liana's nature to dress so provocatively. “I'm sorry you had to see that,” he said. “I'm sure you wanted her to leave as soon as possible.” “Well I did,” Liana said, “but I don't know, the longer she stayed here the more I got to kind of tolerate her, if not like her. She's very loud and she had tons of makeup on and of course she's not my type of woman, but somehow she had this sort of hypnotic voice. And she wore this pendant that came down in the middle of her cleavage that was a very soothing blue color and the more I stared at it the more I found myself listening to her. It was very calming, and I felt safe and secure. And somehow, through this mental fog that enveloped me I could tell that she was taking the pie out of the box and cutting pieces of it. She cut a piece and gave it to me. I took a bite of it and it actually was very good. Very, very good! It was so soothing and tasted delicious and it made my belly feel all warm and comfortable. So I just sat there at the kitchen table listening to her talk and looking at that pendant, and the next thing I know I had eaten the whole pie.” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I'm sure you must feel terrible.” “No, actually I feel wonderful!” she said. “I haven’t felt this good in years. My stomach is full and I am happy. I was just sitting here thinking, why shouldn't women eat whatever they want? There's no reason why we should act like these little mousy things who are always worried about diets and exercise and trying to keep our bodies skinny. Don't you think?” Albert was astonished. Liana had never had such outspoken opinions before, and besides, the one thing she was always very strict about was her diet. She did not believe in overeating, ever, and to see her now, with bits of cherry pie crumbs still on her mouth, was a shock. “I guess so, honey,” was all Albert could manage to say. “So, I guess you’re not hungry after eating that whole pie, but could you make us a salad for dinner?” Liana snorted. “Salad? I don’t think so. That’s another one of those foods that women eat all the time, starving themselves to reach some unattainable body shape. No, I’m not interested in salad. In fact, you can make dinner yourself, honey. Stacy invited me to a girls night out tonight, so I can meet the neighbors. She’s coming by at 6:00, and we’re going out for dinner.” “Dinner?” Albert said. “But that’s only 30 minutes from now. I didn’t think you’d be hungry for dinner already.” “Oh, baby, I’m working up an appetite already,” Liana said, winking at him. She pushed the chair back from the table, rubbed her stomach and leered at him. Yes, Albert thought, when he reflected about it later -- the proper word for the look on her face was “leer”. She looked like she was ready to have him for supper. She gave him a little hip bump when she passed him, winked again, and then went upstairs to get ready. When she came downstairs at five minutes of six, Albert was amazed to see that she had makeup on. Liana had never been much for makeup before, preferring the plain look, but now she had some red in her lips and her eyes were outlined in black. It was all very tasteful, but on a woman who’d never worn any kind of makeup, it instantly made her look more sexy. She was still wearing one of her calf-length mousy dresses, but she’d put a pink ribbon in her hair and was walking with a definite sway to her hips. At 6:00 the doorbell rang, and Albert answered it, to see a plump twenty-five year old in a skintight hot pink sheath dress that showed every roll of fat in her abundant body. She had huge breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a prodigious belly that protruded in front, and a huge ass that jiggled with every step she took on her impossibly high heels. She had thick makeup, obscene red lips, and eyes that must have had three layers of false eyelashes. Her hair was thick and lustrous, and swept to the side over one eye. She came in and immediately grasped Albert in a vise grip of a hug, and he could feel her soft, warm, quivering flesh next to his. After what seemed like ages she released him, ran her eyes up and down him, and then reached around and slapped him on the butt. “Hiya, Al,” she said. “I’m Stacy, your neighbor. Looks like our little Liana has a sexy husband! No wonder she didn’t want to go out tonight -- I bet she wants to stay home and screw that cute body of yours!” Albert struggled to regain his composure. “Uh, nice to meet you,” he said. “I understand you’re going out with Liana. It’s nice that you’re introducing her to everyone. She’s a little shy, and--” “Oh, don’t you worry about her,” Stacy said. “We’ll bring her out of her shell. It’s probably because she’s skinny that she’s so damn shy. Girl just needs a little more weight on her, and some fashion and beauty tips, and she’ll be fine. Just leave it to us, fella!” “Okay, Albert, I’m going,” Liana said, and she leaned over to give him a kiss. Instead of her usual peck on the cheek, however, she kissed him full on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and making him gasp with surprise. She broke away from him, giggling like a schoolgirl, and then she and Stacy left. As Albert watched Stacy wiggle those massive hips down the driveway and hoist herself into her low-slung late model sports car, and Liana give him a quick wave goodbye, he had the distinct feeling that he was watching his wife go off to her doom. Albert was consumed with worry for the rest of the evening. He tried to distract himself by watching TV, but nothing seemed to pique his interest. The local stations all had cooking shows on and they were presided over by huge women with double chins and massive arms, wearing low cut dresses that showed their enormous breasts. They looked big even by the standards of cooking shows, and it was no wonder, with the fattening recipes they were making. Mashed potatoes, mounds of spaghetti, enormous layer cakes, meatloaf -- it was definitely not low calorie food. They were sampling what they made, putting spoonfuls of food in each other’s mouths, and they had a look of sheer orgasmic pleasure as they chewed and swallowed. These women enjoyed food like no one Albert had ever seen before. The really strange thing was that the sight of food suddenly did not seem to interest Albert. It was like looking at a travel show about some place you had no intention of ever visiting. He had no feeling, no appetite, for food. He didn’t remember eating lunch, so he should have been hungry, but nothing interested him. He didn't know how long he sat there watching TV, but apparently he must have dozed off, because he was suddenly awakened by raucous laughter coming from outside his front door. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked at his watch and saw that it was one in the morning. Apparently there were a group of women standing outside his door laughing uproariously. Then he heard a pounding at the door and it sounded like Liana was yelling something. It was definitely her voice but the words she was using Albert had never heard come out of her mouth. “Let me in, dammit!” she was shouting. “Stop playing with yourself in there, Albert, and let a girl in!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, but she was laughing at the same time and she had to keep pausing to catch her breath. Albert ran to the door and unlocked it and was greeted by the sight of half a dozen enormously fat women in stretch pants and high heels, wearing way too much makeup. They were doubled over with laughter, their bodies jiggling like bowls of Jell-O. They all seemed like they had drunk too much, but Liana was in the worst shape of all of them. She was laughing and groaning at the same time, holding onto her swollen stomach and swaying back and forth. She had definitely had too much to drink, but it looked like she had also eaten the same amount of food in one night that she would have previously consumed in a whole month. “Shit, I can't believe how full I am,” she yelled. “Let me the hell in and help me get to the couch. I need to lay down. I can't walk another step!” This provoked gales of laughter from her companions. “Come on, cutie boy,” Stacy said to Albert. “You heard her -- help her to the couch!” Liana leaned against Albert, and her body weight actually knocked him back a step. Somehow, she seemed heavier. “What happened?” Albert said. “Oh she'll be alright,” Stacy said as Albert guided Liana toward the couch. “Girlfriend just doesn't know how to put away a good meal. We’ll help her with that, don’t you worry. Why, before long she'll be able to fit lots more in that belly of hers! Well, gotta go, cutie. The girls and I are going out for a midnight snack!” This also provoked gales of laughter from the women, and they laughed as they waddled out the door and down the driveway to their cars. Albert helped Liana to the couch, where she flopped down like a beached whale. She groaned and said, “Help me take this skirt off, it's killing me. Albert helped her take the skirt off and when he got it off he could see that her belly, which had once been so flat, now had a curve to it, and was poking out over the top of her panties. “What happened?” Albert said. “Can I do anything for you? You look like you're in pain.” “I'm not in pain at all,” Liana said. “Stacy and the girls took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and I'm just stuffed to the gills. God, that food was so great! I couldn't stop shoveling it in my mouth, and they were helping me. They kept telling me how sexy it feels to stuff your belly all the way. And you know what? They were right! By the end of the night my panties were soaked!” “That's horrible,” Albert said. “I forbid you to go out with them again!” “You're not forbidding me to do anything, cutie boy,” Liana said. “I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want. And I like them. I've never had girlfriends before, and they’re a lot of fun. Now come over here and let's have sex. Stacy told me that a full belly would make me horny and she was right!” She reached out her arms to him, and Albert had to admit that there was something about her swollen belly that turned him on. He felt the beginnings of an erection, but he wondered if he should do this. The sight of her was just too much for him, though, and he went down on the couch and joined her for an hour’s worth of moaning, passionate sex. At the end, he was drained and happy, although there was a nagging little thought in his mind that something was not right. In the morning when Albert got up to go to work he found that Liana was not next to him in bed. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen with the super size refrigerator door open and her head sticking inside it. She was dressed in only a bra and panties, and she was rubbing her stomach. She pulled her head out of the refrigerator with a look of disgust on her face. “There's nothing good to eat in there,” she said. “I need to make a shopping trip to get some real food. I'm starving.” “Why don't you just go to that organic supermarket in the shopping center?” Albert said. “I'm sure they have the food that you like to eat.” “The hell with that,” Liana said. “I'm not interested in that rabbit food anymore. Carrots and celery, ugh!” She went over to the couch and rummaged around in her purse, then smiled when she pulled out a candy bar. She grinned broadly and said, “Now that's the kind of food I'm interested in!” She unwrapped the candy bar and stuffed the whole thing in her mouth greedily and finished it in two seconds. Albert had a meeting at work first thing in the morning, so he didn't have time to discuss her new food preferences, but on the way to work he turned it over in his mind. What was happening? This was so unlike Liana. He figured that plump neighbor Stacy was the villain. She obviously had something to do with this change in Liana, but he couldn't figure out what she had done. He quickly forgot about his concerns however as soon as he got into work because he had so much to do. When he went to the meeting, though, all his worries came back. TO BE CONTINUED
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