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1 “Tell me about how you gained all your weight.” “Um, excuse you? What kind of a question is that?” Tell him about how I gained ‘all’ my weight. Call me cagey, but being my therapist did *not* give him the right. I don't care who you are, my body is my business. So I got fat! So what, who doesn't? “Well, since you showed me that picture of yourself at nineteen I've been thinking-” “About how 'thin and pretty’ I was? Oh, I bet you were. What a way to start a session.” “Do you ever wish you could go back?” “To before I showed it to you?” “If I've touched a nerve then we can shelve this topic for another time.” “Okay, I snapped at you. I apologise. It's not a sensitive topic. I just don't come here to talk about how big my tits are and anyway I don't see how it's relevant. I'm here so we can talk about managing my stress, not so I can hear the diet talk for the thousandth time. I get that enough from my mom and believe me, she only adds to it.” “I take it you've tried dieting already?” “Why would I do that? I don't want to have my nose buried in a little calorie book all the time like my mother and sisters. And the dieting doesn't end when you lose the weight, that's just the beginning. It's like, I've got a high stress job, I work my ass off every day. And you're saying I can't have a few pieces of cake and ice cream at the end of the day while I watch Netflix? Honestly, being fat is a relief. It's one less thing I have to worry about.” “Do you ever miss being thin?” “Well, first of all, that picture you saw was from just before my first year of college. I was probably about one-forty back then. And to answer your question, I don't even think about it. I've been ‘obese’ for so long that trying to remember being thin is like trying to remember being three feet tall.” “That's very interesting, Liz. Tell me more.” “You know, on second thought it's really not something I feel like talking about right now. Can we change the subject?” “Absolutely.” 2 When I got to the office the next day, I *had* to have a bavarian cream filled chocolate doughnut right away. The freeway was backed up, I had been on the phone with inept consultants even before I left, and just to put a cherry on it all, I knew my desk would be buried in unnecessary work. “Good morning, Miss Jansen! Your skirt looks cute today!” This was the last thing I needed to hear. I would give up chocolate for a week if the company would just give me a different secretary. Hell, I would give up *cheese*. She was a tiny little blonde woman of about a hundred pounds, so petite that you could pick her up and use her body as a fleshlight. All day long, her desk would be surrounded by men who didn't want to do their work. She was such a popular attraction that our boss, a real pervert, actually moved the water cooler by her just so he could look down her blouse a couple more times a day. Today I could see her nipples. The bitch wasn't wearing a bra. It was going to be a bad day. “Good morning, Karen. Get me a doughnut please. You know what kind,” I said, brushing past her. “Okie Dokie! By the way, you've got fifteen memos waiting if you'd like me to-” “Not now, Karen, go. And bring me a coffee too. Lots of cream this time.” I dropped my fat ass down behind my desk and started going through my email. I noticed my sweater wasn't feeling quite as snug as it usually did. Karen came back in moments later. “Here you go, Miss Jansen. I brought two just in case you get hungry before lunch.” “Thank you,” I said without looking at her. “Well well! You're looking trim. Maybe soon I can put the armrests back on your chair?” “Please leave. And don't interrupt me today, I'm very busy.” “Okaaaaay, well, if you need me I'll be right outside.” Yeah, no shit, what do you think I pay you for? To flirt and giggle all day? I stopped her before she was out of the room. “Karen.” She spun herself around and stood at attention. “Yes, miss Jansen?” “I would appreciate it if, in the future, you *didn't* comment about my weight.” “Oh, no, Miss Jansen, I-” “And do your top button please. I don't want to see our boss more than I have to today. That's all, thank you.” She made a timid exit and gently closed the door. I guess I was kind of hard on her. I could already tell I was going to be hungry. Which was good, my appetite was finally coming back. If this kept up I'd be able fit into that cute black lingerie again in no time. 3 I had lunch with my older sister on my break. When I got to the restaurant, she got up to hug me and threw her arms wide. “Liz, hellooooo!” “Hi, sis.” After the hug, she took me by the shoulders and looked me up and down. Even after I outgrew her, she never stopped seeing me as the skinny one. “Damn, girl, you're really slimming down! I haven't seen you look this good since-” “College, I know.” We sat down. “What's up, Lizzy?” “When I went to put on my skirt this morning, it nearly fell right off. So, I dug my bathroom scale out of the closet and…” “How much?” “Two hundred and sixty-one pounds. This is the first time since college that that scale has read anything but 'err’. I was floored. Have I really lost twenty pounds? What the hell is wrong with me? God damn, I need a meal.” “If I were you, I'd ride that wave right down to a size three. You know how long I've been trying to fit into *my* college jeans? If you keep dropping that weight, you'll pass me before you know it.” “I know, I should be grateful. It's just not who I am.” “You were always the skinny one. Hell, you were a model back in the day. You know how heartbroken mom was when she saw you getting fat? So much for her dreams that you'd marry a millionaire. Meanwhile, I was *still* wishing I was your size.” “That was two hundred pounds ago sis. I don't know why you all can't just let it go. For the last time, I'm not joining the diet club.” “It's not two hundred pounds ago anymore, Liz, just saying. See where it goes, you know? Most of us have to actually *try* to lose that much weight. And if you don't like it, then eat your little heart's content, but don't be surprised if you do.” “That's it, you're buying me a piece of pie.” “Sure, I wouldn't mind seeing you blow up again if it means I can keep on being the skinny one. You remember that time you came to visit after your last year of college?” “Yeah, that was when I passed three hundred. Mom looked like she was gonna have a stroke.” “Mom always jokes that once you stopped growing up, you started growing out. ” “At least she's finally developed a sense of humor about it.” “I don't know how she didn't see it coming. By the time you graduated, you made *me* look thin. I've never seen anyone get so huge. You must have been eating like a cow.” “It's called filling out, sis. It happens to everyone.” “It's called *letting yourself go* and not 'everyone’ doubles their weight and keeps going.” “I mean, I knew I'd stop gaining at *some* point. I just thought I'd gain maybe sixty pounds, tops. Ha. That's how naive I was. I was sitting down with a pint of Häagen Dazs every other night and I thought I'd gain 'maybe’ sixty pounds. I put that on in a year and a half easily.” “That's what you get for all those years of eating whatever you wanted and never getting fat.” “I never cared about getting fat. And I like eating whatever I want! Why can't you just let me have that?” “I just don't understand how someone can tell themselves ‘I'll just gain sixty pounds’ and not care, let alone gain two hundred pounds and actually like it.” "Hey, if we're talking about weight gain, you weren't exactly perfect yourself. What were you at the end of high school? Two-twenty? What are you now?” “Less than you, I can tell you that. Besides, I've always had a weight problem. If I had a body like yours, I'd have never let it go.” “Well I had that body, and you know what? I'm glad it's buried beneath all this fat. The more I can pile on top of it, the better. I'm sick of being reminded of how I looked at the end of high school. Do you remember how much I ate at that age?” “Not as much as you do now, that's for sure.” “Are you kidding? I ate so much, mom put a lock on the snack drawer.” “That was me you're thinking of. Your little tummy used to get stuffed so quickly back then. It was cute.” “Well, it's far from little now and it's never going to be again.” “You sure you don't wanna go to weight watchers with me?” “The thought alone makes me want to eat.” 4 I must have been standing in front of the fridge for a full five minutes but nothing caught my eye. Not only had I left that second doughnut on my desk, I couldn't even get down my first plate at the buffet. Maybe I'd have a milkshake later, if I felt like going through the trouble. I drew a hot bath, just to keep myself awake a little longer. I briefly considered throwing in some bubbles to make me happy, but if chocolate couldn't do it then I didn't know what could. I let myself ease into the steaming water. The tub hugged my chubby thighs, though not as much as it used to. There was no doubt, the pounds were coming off. My heart sank at the thought of my round, ripe body wasting away to nothing. And before anyone had ever appreciated me in my fullness too. I wasn't a bad looking girl. Passing my prime maybe, but still fairly good looking. At least I thought so. Who wouldn't want to cuddle with this plump belly? These soft, abundant curves? I could keep someone pretty warm at night, if they wanted me to. I rose out of the bath and looked at myself in the mirror. Slowly, I ran my hands down my body. From my shoulders to my breasts, round like melons. Fat, but still firm. I lifted them up from their resting place on my gleaming, bubbly belly, then let them fall from my hands, shaking free a dozen drops of water. From my breasts to my rolls, still giving off steam and dripping with water. From my rolls to my love handles, grabbing as much of them as I could. Finally to my hips, the base of my wide, full hourglass. "Just because I take up more than my half of the bed doesn't mean I don't deserve to have someone on the other half, right?" 5 “I've been losing a lot of weight.” “Congratulations, I thought something was different. You look good.” “It's not a good thing. This only happens when I'm under a lot of stress.” “I'm sorry to hear that, but you do look good.” “Ugh. Comments like that are why I'm glad I gained so much in the first place. Can we talk about what I want please? Not what you want?” “I don't know what you mean.” “Look, let me clue you in on something. I like my body how it is, okay? And I *don't* like it when I lose weight. I don't like having to buy smaller clothes for myself. I don't like missing meals. And I especially don't like the comments I get. And right now I'm at my lowest weight in years, so I would really prefer not to hear about it.” I paused for a moment, making sure my eyes didn't tear up. “I mean… I just haven't felt like eating lately. I've been so overloaded since the promotion that I don't feel pleasure at all anymore. I don't even taste my food. Like, how stressed do you have to be that you can't even stress eat? I've just been falling into bed at eight-thirty every night and sleeping the next nine or ten hours until I have to get up for work. There's no way that's good for me.” “How did you transition from the thin girl in that photograph to the large one lying on my couch?” “I'm one of those girls who put on all their weight in college. You've heard of the freshman fifteen? For me, it was the freshman forty. And that happened pretty much every year until I graduated. I stopped really packing it on at around three hundred, but since then my weight has gone down to two-eighty. At this point, I don't feel like myself if I'm much less than that. It's who I am now. I'd rather not tell you my current weight. It's embarrassing for me." “Did you have reservations about becoming a much rounder, heavier woman?” “Maybe at first? I might have made a few half-hearted attempts at managing my weight. I'll be honest though, once my belly got too big to hide, I just looked in the mirror and said 'Well, no sense in fighting it.' Eventually, it just became a regular thing for me where each year, there was more of me than the year before. And I was fine with that. I liked it.” “What do you like about being overweight?” “Don't get me wrong, there are drawbacks. Putting on my shoes can be a bitch, I get pretty sweaty in the summer, and don't even get my started on stairs, but I'm really comfortable with myself. I think two-eighty suits me a heck of a lot better than one-forty did. This body can fill out a dress like you would not believe. You'd think I'd have found someone by now. Like, a chef or someone. That would be ideal.” “Why do you suppose you haven't yet?” “Because nobody wants to be with a girl who likes to eat. Every time I go out, I can feel my date judging me from across the table. I can't tell you the number of times I've heard the phrase ‘do you really wanna eat that much? why don't you just get a salad.' Like, look at me. Look at my bust! Look at my waist! Do you really think I want to watch you stuff your face while I sit in front of a plate of lettuce? I'm not gonna let myself waste away to nothing just so whatever guy I'm with doesn't get embarrassed in front of his friends.” “You're a very beautiful woman, Liz. I'm sure you'll find someone soon.” “Thank you. That means so much to me. So many people in my life still see me the person I was before the weight. It's been ten years since I was even close to being skinny and they still treat me like I'm just carrying some extra holiday pounds. They refuse to accept that this is who I am now and I'm never going to be thin again. Gaining all this weight and watching the number on the scale go up was great, but sometimes I wish that I had been fat all my life so that people would stop expecting me to slim back down for them. I don't know. It's just one more thing I'm not having any luck with.” 6 My little sister, Amy, had called me up with a shaky voice and asked if she could come over and talk. Not ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened up and she all but fell into my arms. “Oh, Liz, nothing is going right for me. Can we just eat ice cream and stay up late like we used to when we were kids?” “Aww, sure, Amz. Go sit on the couch and get comfy, I'll be right back.” I got up and went over to the fridge, “What flavor you want? Mint chip or chocolate cherry?” She sniffled and rubbed a tear from her eyes. “Chocolate cherry.” I brought over a couple of pints and spoons. She was twenty-two and definitely going down the same path as her sister and I. Her leggings were clearly getting tight and her tank top was riding up a round little belly. “You gonna tell me what's the matter?” I said, stroking her arm. “Jack broke up with me,” she replied. It was all she could do to keep from sobbing. I pulled a tissue box closer to her. “Fuck him then,” I said, popping the top off my ice cream. Her gut was now hanging over her waistline. “Look at me. I'm turning into a fat pig. I know that's why he left me. He's been avoiding my belly during sex. He doesn't call me pretty anymore. Now he's leaving me.” “That just means he's a bastard. There's nothing wrong with putting on a little weight, especially not at your age.” “I put on weight so easily now, Liz. Nobody told me college would be like this. I need to go on a diet before I end up like you and Claire.” “Hey, you wanna have a sleepover with your big sister? It can be just like high school.” “Yeah, actually, I would love that. Thanks, Liz. You always know how to cheer me up.” “I'll order a couple pizzas. Let me download the app.” “You're so sweet. This is just what I needed.” “Haha. You're exactly like me.” “What do you mean?” “I mean food is the only thing that cheers me up too. Actually you remind me a lot of myself at your age.” “I don't think I'm *that* far gone yet. There were some nights when you really packed that thing full,” Amy said, poking my belly with the end of her spoon, “but honestly, Liz, I couldn't believe it when I saw how much you'd ballooned. I never thought you'd be the fat one.” “Let me tell you, Amy, growing into a woman's body really made a difference in my confidence. College was like a second puberty for me. My hips widened, my breasts rounded out, I could finally throw away my high school bras. I attracted a whole different kind of guy too. The kind that knows what he wants.” “Maybe it worked out for you, but I hate having all this belly. I just get so embarrassed when people look at it, especially hot guys. I can't even cover it up anymore.” “If you want my opinion, every girl needs to realize something; first your tits come in, then your belly. Women are meant to be fat. That's why we have such a hard time fighting it.” “I can't get fat. I'm not ready yet.” “Look, you're a Jansen, and you think you can avoid getting fat? It's going to happen. I think you should get used to it, maybe let yourself gain a few pounds. See how it feels.” “Oh, God. Please don't let that be me.” “It doesn't have to be. You act like there's nothing you can do about it.” “I just eat so much, Liz. I can't help it.” “Well, either take my advice or go on a diet, but don't feel bad about yourself. You're a beautiful girl, too beautiful to be embarrassed about the way you look.” “Thanks, Liz. Living with Mom, I don't get to hear that very much. She's always talking about how I've put on weight and how I'm going to look like you if I'm not careful.” “You'd be ten times prettier, believe me. I can already see it.”
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BBW, STUFFING, Slice of Life. Claire, a successful young lawyer, has nearly doubled her bodyweight since she tied the knot. Can she come to terms with her current overfed figure and balance her duties as wife and breadwinner? The Fat Wife by Polarisdreamer & Berserker1133 Part 1- “Claire-bear? Claire-bear wake up. You gotta get ready for work.” Paul softly whispered into the ear of his snoozing wife. “Mhhhhh… Five more minutesss…” Claire groaned, as she sleepily rolled her doughy body onto its side, putting her back to her husband. Smiling at Claire’s juvenile tactic, Paul wiggled into a spooning position against his chunky wife. First he gave her generously sized butt a frisky little squeeze, then he wrapped his arm around his wife’s inflated midsection and softly massaged her protruding belly while he gently kissed her neck three times, “*Mwah!* *Mwah!* *Mwah!*” “Pauuul… Hmhm! Quit it…” Claire groggily protested with a hint of enjoyment. The way her husband kissed her neck in the morning always gave her goosebumps. However, she didn’t like that she had such a massive belly for him to grab on to. Feeling too tired to reciprocate her husband’s warm feelings right now, Claire accused, “It’s your fault I was up so late last night. Just give me five more minutes.” “Alright, I’ll set your phone alarm for another five minutes, but I’m putting it on the bathroom counter, so you’ll have to get out of bed to shut it off.” Paul explained, while his wife let out a big grunt in response. “Heyyy be nice to meee, I bring home the bacon, remember?” Claire innocently pouted, as she groggily pulled a pillow over her adorable face. Smiling at his lovely wife, Paul wrestled the pillow away from her and started getting out of bed, while he said, “You bring home the bacon, I cook it. I know how our system works. I’ll go start breakfast for you beautiful.” “Ugg…” Claire droned at her husband’s last word to her before leaving the room. Beautiful. Claire felt she was many things, a loyal friend, a hardworking young lawyer, an excellent wife, but today ‘beautiful’ wasn’t exactly one of them. Rolling around in bed trying to get comfortable, Claire felt heavy. Lying on her back, the size of her thick butt made her back arch upward at an awkward angle. Lying on her stomach, Claire’s big, bloated belly uncomfortably pressed against the soft mattress because of the overindulgent night she’d just had. She had to settle for slumbering on her side, although her boobs had swollen in size so much that they strained the buttons of her pajama shirt from the position. She probably needed new pajamas soon anyway, the ones she was currently wearing were tight against her hips, butt and thighs, as well as her arms, chest and belly. Somehow every part of her body had become her problem area. Hearing the annoying beep of her alarm, Claire groggily tried to wake up and leave her warm bed. She didn’t spring upward like she used to during her fitter days in college, sitting up was too much effort now, instead Claire rolled to the edge, slid her chunky legs onto the floor, and then used her arms to heave herself upward to her feet. It seemed like getting out of bed got harder every day. Clumsily lumbering into the bathroom and shutting off her alarm, Claire reached into the shower and got the hot water going. It normally took a moment or two for the water to really get as warm as Claire liked it. Trying to avoid looking at herself in the mirror, Claire threw her hair into a big bun and then donned a shower cap. She’d woken up late and she knew she didn’t have time to dry her long brown hair, so she wasn’t going to get it wet. Unbuttoning her pajamas and freeing herself of their tight embrace, Claire eagerly entered her shower and let the warm water do its job waking her up. As the refreshingly warm water massaged her chunky body, Claire lathered up some soap onto her sponge. She started washing herself as she usually did, top to bottom. As embarrassing it was to admit, Claire knew she tended to sweat a lot more than she used too, especially her armpits and the area between her cleavage, so she made sure those areas were clean before tending to other areas. Claire hated how soft her arms had gotten, especially her upper arms. They jiggled while Claire struggled to reach around and wash her back. It was an embarrassing reminder that she wasn’t anywhere near as flexible as she’d once been. Washing her back now was such a struggle that Claire normally just made Paul do it when they showered together. Giving up, Claire lathered up her arms and then turned her attention to her belly. She’d gotten so fat that she had multiple rolls of fat that she had to make sure she washed. She also had to make sure that she washed her underbelly. The process always made Claire envious of when she’d once had a flat tummy. Showering had once been so much simpler. Now she had to bend over to reach every inch of her inflated butt. Her thick thighs rubbed together no matter what she did, and to make matters worse she was afraid to wash her feet because one time a few months ago she’d lost her balance during the struggle to wash them and fallen right on her butt in the shower. Rinsing herself off and getting out of the shower, Claire wrapped herself in a towel, but was a little shocked to realize how small it felt on her. At first, she thought she’d grabbed a hair towel for her body, but after a quick glance, the more likely explanation slapped her in the face. The towel wasn’t small, she was too big. It was only a few months ago, three months to be exact, that she’d been celebrating a 30-pound weight loss. She’d hired a personal trainer at her gym, she’d stuck to a new diet, and she’d finally got onto a normal sleep schedule. However, then she was assigned to a huge case for her firm. She stopped attending the gym regularly, her diet went out the window and she’d had many sleepless nights due the stress from the high-profile nature of the case. Claire didn’t want to admit it, but she’d clearly gained some or all of the weight back. Needing to know the damage, Claire dug out the bathroom scale from under the sink. Throwing off her towel, Claire bit the bullet and stepped on. After a moment, a horrifying number met her eyes. *275* Claire wanted to cry. She was five pounds shy of her highest weight and the holiday season was just around the corner. She’d be the size of a house by new years for sure… “If Paul wasn’t such a good cook…” Claire fumed, as her frustration latched onto her husband’s nurturing nature. She knew Paul enjoyed the fact that she was so overweight for some strange reason. She’d married a chubby-chaser and this was the consequence. He never forced any food down her throat, but he did constantly keep the house filled with all of her favorite foods. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t resist; it was his! Spurred by her slight anger, Claire hurried to get ready. Today was going to be a big day, this was the last chance her firm was going to get to settle their big case before it went to trial. She had a business outfit she wanted to wear but knew it wouldn’t fit her in her current tubby condition, so instead Claire settled for a professional blouse, stockings, and high-waisted skirt combo. Getting the stockings on were a pain, her big belly made reaching her feet an arduous task. To make matters worse, the waist of the skirt was more than a little tight, but Claire was satisfied. She put on a black belt, did her hair and makeup, and finally put on her ‘power’ heels. She always felt confident wearing this particular pair of black high heels, but the heavier she got the more they killed her feet. Walking down the steps of her beautiful suburban house, Claire tried to avoid looking at all the pictures of her and Paul hanging on the wall of when she’d still been skinny. When she’d first met Paul, she’d been a 136-pound 20-year-old, and now she’d fattened up into a 275-pound 26-year-old. She was literally over twice the size she’d used to be. As Claire’s mind scolded herself for letting herself go so badly, her nose smelled the alluring aroma of her favorite breakfast. Her stomach growled something fierce at the realization, but Claire was in no mood to devour a large breakfast and add to her weight-woes. Entering the kitchen, Claire noted that her nose had been correct. Paul had made her pancakes drenched in chocolate syrup, a bowl with sliced strawberries and bananas, and a tall glass of orange juice. “Eat up while it’s warm.” Paul urged Claire. However, she appeared preoccupied with her own thoughts. “No, I’m running late. I’ll just stop for coffee on my way to work.” Claire crankily explained, while she fought to resist the urgings of her stomach. “Okay.” Paul mumbled a little disappointed. “Do you want me to pack you a lunch?” “No.” Claire grunted a little snappy. She didn’t want to eat one of Paul’s decadent lunches today. As much as she loved chowing down on meatball subs and pasta, she needed to start cooling it with the carbs and calories. “I’m getting a salad today with Janet and Kimmie.” “Alright. Well… Good luck on that big settlement negotiation today. You’ll do great.” Paul smiled, as he approached his wife and planted a big kiss on her lips. Unable to enjoy the kiss, Claire broke it off and muttered, “Don’t you listen? I already told you. I’m basically just going to be Mr. Marshall’s moral support. I prepared the case, but he’s going to be arguing for our side.” “Oh right. That stinks.” Paul frowned. He’d been so distracted by his beautiful wife’s figure that his memory had slipped for an instant. “It’s just the way it is.” Claire sighed, while she grabbed her keys and started heading to the garage, “Mr. Marshall’s more experienced, but he’s a sweetheart, so I don’t mind.” Following Claire to her car, Paul changed the topic, “About tonight, we don’t have to do anything special. I know you’re busy. I could just make a nice dinner if you want.” “I’ll text you when I get done work. I don’t know how late I’ll be today.” Claire responded, as her stomach growled once again. “You sure you don’t want something to eat for the road?” Paul offered one last time, as Claire entered her car and struggled to buckle her seatbelt. Her butt was so fat that it covered the buckle. She had to awkwardly lift herself up so she could finally lock her seatbelt into place. “*Pant* Yeah, I’m sure. I ate more than enough last night at the party. See you later.” Claire grunted in a bit of a huff. She was starving, but she wasn’t going to let herself fall into her bad habits so easily. Today she was going to treat her body right. This was going to be the first day in a long time that she put herself back onto the path of weight loss. She’d achieved so much in her young career, if she put her mind to it, she could certainly reclaim her formerly fit body. As Claire started her drive to work, she thought about where she could stop for coffee that might have a healthy breakfast option.
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