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  1. Hello and welcome! Here's my hub for all the weight gain story requests and commissions I've satisfied on other sites. I'm stacking them all in this one topic, so feel free to drop back in if ever you're looking for another fresh fiction adventure! Comments are always appreciated; and if you've got a story idea of your own, your best bet is to go via my Tumblr! Enjoy!
  2. Quick introduction. Hi there. I'm new. Never done this before. Just set up a deviant art page where I wrote and posted my first story. It was nice and quiet over there and I was having a lot of fun but wanted to share it around a couple other places to see what people thought. So yeah. Advice, critique more than welcome. Literally have never... ever... written anything at all about anything ever before.... sooo..... Special thanks to Flaming-Hades for "What does a Champion Feel Like", Woodsmont for the "Sculpting of Kate", and Enumerated_Bob for, well everything he ever posts. All three have been huge inspirations. The main reason I started writing was an inability to find enough stories that were up to the standard I felt was set by them and a very few others. http://avacadodo.deviantart.com/ So on to the story. I hope you like it, but don't spare your real feelings. Chapter 1. A Spring Homecoming Home. Vestiges of the season’s final crisp shower pattered a happy rhythm on the windshield of the moving van as it drove into the small rural town. It had been more than 4 years since Jim Butler had been here, but it was hard not to feel as if the town itself was happy to welcome him back. It was not just the nostalgia of old haunts and good times that made him smile, but a sense that something was coming that filled him with a breathless anticipation. The sun herself broke from behind cloud cover just as they pulled onto the drive of his new street, shining her exuberant round face upon the houses below. Her warm rays cut through the misty spring air like butter, dispersing the damp precipitation and promising a sweet summer to come. No one was out yet and in the stillness of the early summer sun it felt as if the whole world was holding its breath. By the time the movers had begun unloading, not a puddle was in sight. Only the flowers, planted in abundance at the Victorian house next door remembered the rainfall that had brushed their faces as the world came alive and rose to wakefulness. They reached for their round mistress in the sky with a yearning hunger, soaking up her vast munificence, as Jim and the movers heaved brown cardboard boxes full of his memories into the house. Jim was from here and though he had been gone pursuing his dreams for nearly a half decade now, he was happy to be back. Average of height and face with a rather rigid nose and mussed brown hair, he was of passable looks. Despite this, and the various dates, dinner parties, and acquaintances made in his time abroad, he was not romantically involved. After each failed date, he would tell the other person that he was just too busy for a relationship. Later, alone at home, he would find comfort in repeating the same thing to himself. The lack of romantic success however, was alleviated somewhat by a profound success in his profession. After helming a few successful projects at work, he had decided it was time to try something new and used his earnings to form his own company. It was a risky move, but the status quo was boring. Besides, the risk came with its own benefits. It had allowed him to move home and put a deposit down on a house of his own. He had picked out a simple little one story place with a lot of windows and a small yard situated in an upscale neighborhood. Humble, but sturdy and clean, the enclosed space and basement provided him with all the room he needed to work and live in. They were unpacking his van and moving things inside when he heard a feminine voice called out, “Jim? Jim Butler, is that you?” He stood up from the box he was bent over, eyebrows arched in surprise at hearing his name. “Yes?” he asked dumbly. And then he saw her, and the still anticipation of the world broke around him. “Jim, it’s Caroline.” And yes it was her. Caroline Goodwin, an old friend and sometimes crush from summers past. They’d worked the mall food court every summer during their college years. Though they had attended different universities entirely, they always somehow found themselves returning home to live rent free with the parents while working and talking about the future. They had made a pretty good pair. He was 5’6” and she was 5’ 4”, he an introverted thinker and she an extroverted gym addict but both dreamers with grandiose idea about the world that they enjoyed sharing with each other while they shared one another’s time and company. She had been a petite little thing; a dancer and it showed when she moved. She was always so graceful wherever she went, with a bounce to her step and an almost unconscious shimmy to and fro, even when she was standing still. Though, as a previously mentioned gym addict, she was also an unabashed foodie, taking full advantage of her job at the food court to sample any and everything. He vividly recalled her bare midriff from those summer days, tight and tan from dancing and sun. After the first summer working together they were inseparable when together. There was certainly a mutual attraction, but there was work and then college separated them and neither wanted to mess up what they had in the short amount of time they had together. Besides that, they both openly and animatedly discussed their individual dreams and plans for the future and those plans very clearly diverged once college was done and these summer jobs were finished. She had wanted to join a famous dance company like the New York Ballet and travel the world. He wanted to run off and join an engineering firm and build large amazing things. So they flirted, they teased, they held hands, but that was it. Their own fierce respect for the other’s friendship and knowledge that they couldn’t start a relationship without ruining the others dream or giving up their own stopped it from ever going beyond that. When he had received his job offer, she congratulated him, they had celebrated over some cheap champagne. A few weeks later he left town and that was that. He promised her he’d look her up on Broadway one day and she rolled her eyes and said she would be sure to send him tickets to the Ballet when she made it, since he obviously needed some schooling on the differences in the fine arts and would probably never find it himself if he couldn’t tell the difference between ballet and show dancing. It was a chapter in his life he thought was over. Yet here she was, leaning against the fence of the big Victorian next door holding a large watering can and sporting a huge crooked grin, apparently unaware of the rain that morning. Leaning over the fence between their yards, her face the same pixie fine features and blue eyes he remembered. She waved and called out again. “Jim, what are you doing here?” “Caroline!?” Jim hollered in joyful surprise. His face lit up as he recognized her, and he stepped over to talk. “Caroline! Wow, it’s great to see you. What are you doing here? Don’t tell me.” He motioned to the large house behind her with a questioning look in his eyes. “I live here.” She said with a shrug and a smile “I work for the owner and take care of things for her. It’s a big house and has its own dance studio. Besides, you know me, I love the old architecture.” She leaned back, holding onto the fence with one hand and shook her head in wonder. “But my question stands, what are you doing in this area Mr. Butler?” she raised a plucky eyebrow. “I thought you had moved on from your humble beginnings never to lay eye on suburbia again. When did you get back in town?” “Today actually.” Jim admitted. “Believe it or not, this is my new place.” He motioned to the smaller, more compact house to the left of hers. “I believe that makes us neighbors.” Caroline widened her eyes in earnest surprise. “Wow, really?” Her face relaxed into a bemused smirk as Jim scratched his head and offered a sheepish apologetic face.” “I swear I had no idea you lived here.” He said. Caroline laughed at that. “Well you can’t fight serendipity I guess.” She said, and looking over to his truck of things, carried on with “Well I can see you’ve got your hands full right now, and though I’d love to catch up I have to get to work myself. Want to come over for dinner and drinks tonight? You can return the favor once you’ve had time to get settled in.” “Yeah, sure. I’d love to.” He replied, nodding and scratching his head. “I’m sure I’ll need a break from unpacking by this evening.” Caroline turned to walk away and Jim did as well, but not before he noticed a few differences in his old friend’s figure as she moved out from the cover of the fence. Caroline had always been partial to crop tops, and for a moment he thought that’s what she was wearing. After a moment he realized it was not a crop top but a regular tee, and the cotton must have caught on the fence. The sheer size of her abdomen caused the shirt to catch most of the way up, revealing a monster pot belly exposed for all to see, where her old washboard abs used to be. Jim was lucky Caroline wasn’t looking his way anymore. Her attention on the flowers, still basking in the glow of the radiant sun, which prevented her from seeing his jaw drop at the revelation of the unexpected change in girth of his friend. Was she pregnant? No, it couldn’t be. Her belly bounced, jiggled, and danced just like her feet as she moved gracefully through the garden tending to the hungry plants. Pregnant bellies aren’t pliable like that at all. He’d seen enough to know what they looked like. It was definitely not a baby in there, it was just an astonishing amount of concentrated lard. Jim couldn’t move for the next 30 seconds as he took in the foreign sight before him. It was strange. She was completely as he remembered her; thin, delicate, and pixie like in every way except now, beneath her breasts a big fat bouncing belly was hanging over the waistband of her pink yoga pants. She didn’t seem to realize that it was completely exposed now as she went on about her morning chores, and he stood frozen in place watching what felt entirely too much like a confused fever dream. Suddenly recalling the earlier spring shower, Jim jolted back to reality and moved a step back towards the fence and raised his voice, “Oh, Caroline, if you weren’t aware, there was quite a bit of rain this morning. You probably don’t need to water them all that much. I imagine the soil’s pretty wet under the top lair.” Hearing this, she glanced back smiling. “Well thanks for letting me know but its fine. There’s no such thing as too much of what’s good for you, right?” she asked and slapped the side of her clearly overfed gut, proof of the philosophy’s application in her own life. “R-Right.” Jim said, a slight stutter interfering with his speech. His eyes stuck pointed downward to that thunderous slap against bare skin, drawing inexorable attention to the changes in the once self-proclaimed gym rat. If he hadn’t already been red with exertion he would probably be flushed with embarrassment right now. Hearing the crack of the slap much louder than it should have sounded, feeling the unexpected skin on skin contact, and coming to the dawning realization that her t-shirt was not covering her bulging gut nearly as well as she had presumed, Caroline’s own cheeks went bright pink. “On second thought, I’m sure the rain did its job just fine and the flowers are fine. Everything is just fine and,” she trailed off. “Well uh, I had better get inside.” She squeaked finally, abandoning the watering can and beating a hasty retreat indoors. Jim could do nothing but stare in consternation at her exposed pot belly as it jiggled madly during the scramble back into the safety of her house. What had he just seen? Shaking his head to clear it, Jim got back to work. Her shimmying belly bounced and jiggled on repeat in his head the rest of the day. Chapter 2 First Summer’s Night With a last languorous blink across the town, the sun slipped beyond the edge of the horizon allowing evening to flex her waiting arms and embrace the land like a lover. As she departed the sun breathed a parting kiss upon the west wind. The effect was small but profound as the last of spring’s briskness evaporated into memory, melted by the sun-kissed wind as it rustled quietly through the streets. Summer was here in full and you could practically feel the whole world humming in hungry anticipation with the changing of the guard. The moon was full and the memory of day was strong even in the night. The summer breeze carried the memory of the sun in through the window and caressed “Oh wow, what time is it? I was supposed to meet Caroline for dinner.” Jim exclaimed patting his pockets down feeling around for his phone frantically. He had become cognizant of the time for the first time since the movers had left, only just as the light winked away for the last time through the window. Deprived of reason to keep working, his brain cued up the recent memory of this morning’s close encounter of the chubby kind, while he hunted for his time piece. The vision of the mad jiggling mass he had witnessed bouncing above the belt around his neighbor’s waistline continued to dance through his head much longer than it had in reality. After a long moment of vivid memory playback, he shook himself from his reverie and pulled his phone from his pocket. “8:30!?” He shouted, in shock. Swearing under his breath, Jim collapsed onto the sole clutter free chair in the house. He ran his hand through his hair as he considered his rather limited options. He could probably order pizza since Caroline had almost definitely eaten without him by this late hour. “She probably thinks I stood her up on purpose after this morning.” He mourned. That was really unfortunate, as he was really looking forward to catching up with her again. Massive weight gain notwithstanding, he had been thrilled to see her and if they were going to be neighbors he had better at least try to recall their friendship. Did he want to go? That was the real question. He thought of her grossly jiggling bulging stomach and winced. Then he thought of laying in fields three years in a row, watching fire works together and talking about future aspirations. Moments shared, that were precious to him. Especially now after all these years. What had happened to that girl? She must have gained 50 pounds and on her tiny frame and it really showed, especially considering it apparently wasn’t going anywhere but to hide her formerly perfectly toned abs. Whether it made him uncomfortable or not, he couldn’t stand her up or make excuses. She knew him too well for that and whatever was going on, she was still his friend, even if they hadn’t spoken in more than 4 years. Decision made, he stood up and walked next door. The night was cool but comfortable as summer’s first warm breeze drifted lazily through the air. The flowers outside the Victorian house were still. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance. He stood staring up at the house for a few more minutes, then walked up to the door and knocked. At first he thought she might not be home, but finally he heard the sound of feet running towards the front of the house, and the door opened. It was Caroline. This time she was wearing something far less revealing than the too-small t-shirt from this morning. He noted it was a black hopelessly tried to accent her boobs in a more traditional fashion. It was unsuccessful. The black was not slimming and that pot belly was just too vast to disguise. “Jim!” she gushed. “I was afraid you weren’t going to be able to make it after.” She didn’t finish the sentence but the memory of a hand slapping an exposed fat belly went through both their minds at the same time. “Well, I thought you might be too busy.” She finished lamely. “I’m so happy you came though!” she said, bouncing back with a smile before giving a sheepish grin and in an apologetic tone said “I’m afraid I got started without you.” It was dark but even in the dim light, it was easy to see her cheeks were flushed from alcohol. “Ah, yeah it’s been more work than I realized getting moved in.” he laughed “I haven’t even gotten much unpacked yet, and I completely lost track of time. I hope you saved me some dinner though. I’m famished after all the work!” “Yes, of course. Come in! I didn’t have much appetite tonight so there’s still half of the lasagna left. Let me show you to the kitchen. I have a table set up in there.” Jim’s eyebrows climbed as she widened the door to admit him. Did that comment mean she had eaten half a lasagna as a light dinner? The thought fled his head before he could consider it in too much detail though, as he panicked, realizing he was not going to be able to avoid contact with her protruding stomach as he stepped into the house. If Caroline’s cheeks had been flushed from alcohol before, this second infraction from her intruding jelly belly set her face aflame. The two jerked apart and stood awkwardly looking away from each other fumbling for words for several seconds. Caroline violently smoothed her black camisole down, trying to hide the plump underbelly that had shown for a moment as the fabric had caught. She was praying that he hadn’t noticed. He had. Caroline finally broke the silence with a mumble under her breath of “Sorry it, uh, gets in the way sometimes.” “I’m not disturbing the owner by being here so late am I?” Jim interrupted desperately. Like a drowning man being thrown a life preserver, Caroline grabbed onto the question and began reassuring her friend profusely as she broke their awkward silence and she began to usher him through the house. “No, no! Not a chance, I promise. None at all.” She took a deep breath and smiled again. She was beautiful when she smiled. “Mrs. Taylor likes her privacy and sleeps up on the third floor. She won’t be able to hear anything from us once we’re in the kitchen. You couldn’t bother her if you tried. I promise” She turned and led the way towards a large kitchen at the back of the house. Following, Jim tried to compose himself. He had thought it would be easy to act normal, like old times, but he seemed to be hyper aware of her added thickness for some reason and the fact that it kept inserting itself in the middle of their social interactions made it even more difficult to ignore. Coming into the kitchen itself, Caroline motioned to an old thick dark wood table, indicating he should sit down. “Let me go ahead and pull out some food for us. I’ll have to warm up the oven to reheat the food but there’s beer in the fridge you can help yourself to.” He grabbed a beer and then a second and a third as she fired back up the stove and practically made a new meal, chattering happily at him about the wonderfully inconsequential happenings of the town and him responding by speaking about the challenges of moving with her. It was getting late by the time everything was ready but the smell was amazing and the conversation excellent, so he didn’t mind that much. As they dug in, an amiable silence drifted over them and they smiled goofily at one another over mouths busy with consuming food. She had served him a large plate of thick cheesy lasagna surrounded by heaping mounds of mashed potatoes and gravy, along with another beer. More than enough to satisfy the appetite he had worked up over the last seven or so hours since lunch, moving boxes, he noticed she had served herself an equally large plate despite her comment about eating while waiting for him. It was accompanied by a bottle of wine, which she had been working on since before his arrival from the looks of it. Silent chewing went on for some time, interspersed with the occasional small burp or groan of satisfaction. Jim couldn’t get over what a good cook Caroline had become. From the way she acted, neither could Caroline. When at last they were done eating, Jim stretched back in his chair and moaned his appreciation. “I’m stuffed! Where did you learn to cook like that Caroline? I don’t think I’ve ever had a lasagna that good. And the mashed potatoes, next time just give me the potatoes in the gravy boat.” Caroline blushed at the compliments and buried her face in her wine glass after murmuring an embarrassed thank you. Taking the opportunity while she was distracted, Jim’s eyes drifted covertly down to catalogue the changes, or rather singular large change, in his former co-worker. In the wake of the meal, her pot belly was even more defined on her petite little body than before. The thing pooled up and lay thickly across Caroline’s lap. It didn’t just stick out a little but rolled over her waist band to cover a surprising amount of her legs. He noticed that though while she was standing the pot formed one large protruding curve, when she sat it rolled over itself to form an indentation around her belly button. Jim’s imagination involuntarily began to picture just how low her belly might hang between her legs if she were to spread them. Realizing the last thing he wanted to be caught doing was staring at the literal elephant in the room, Jim yanked his gaze away before it could linger too long. There was something inexplicably captivating about the sheer size of her belly when compared to the rest of her pixie like form and he couldn’t yet tell if it was revulsion or attraction that fascinated him so. “To unexpected reunions.” He said, raising his beer for a toast. “And memories of a rather fantastic friendship.” She smiled and raised her glass to the toast as well, tossing back the last of her bottle and leaning back in her chair. He couldn’t help but return the easy smile sprawled on her rouge lips, but at the same time he became keenly aware that her movements had shifted the black shirt she was wearing and it was no longer fully covering her very large and very full tummy, revealing a milky white slice of perfectly shaped blubber. As she placed her glass back down on the table, he realized he had better leave and digest not only the delicious food she had served him but his confusing feelings on the new Caroline too. He opened his mouth to say as much but she spoke first. “You look really good Jim,” she said. Was that a note of wistfulness in her voice? He couldn’t help but notice the tone, even distracted as he was by her stomach sticking out of her over stressed shirt. “Well thanks, I’ve kept up with the workout routine you helped me develop. You might not believe it but I’m actually sporting a six pack these days.” Distracted as he was, he had just responded on auto pilot. His six pack was actually a fairly recent development and he was still very proud of the accomplishment and liked to brag about it when he could. Calling any attention to the abdomen at this point however, was a mistake. He realized this as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Looking down at her own momentous middle, Caroline gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, “Well good for you. I’ve developed the opposite of a six pack. You can probably tell but I’ve replaced the gym habit with a crippling donut habit while you were away.” She looked quite glum as she proceeded to poke a finger into the side of her pot belly as she spoke. Jim had always found Caroline attractive but his general taste in women had never extended past the traditional Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model. As her finger disappeared up past the second knuckle, however, he felt a jolt and this time stared fascinated for a few seconds too long before jerking himself back to the present. “I need something else to drink.” Caroline stated abruptly. By this point, the alcohol was sinking in and as she stood up to fetch a bottle of rum, her belly shifted too, bouncing out to its former shape. Recalling his plans to leave futilely, as his attention was caught by the new movement of her unconventional curves, this time he simply couldn’t look away. Caroline moved around the room, fetching a few bottles of pop to serve with the rum before sitting down and pouring them both mixed drinks. “Yes Jim, I got fat.” She sighed. “How are you doing? I know fitness was always such a big deal for you.” He said, demeanor changing from lighthearted to one of concern. “I’m doing fine,’ she responded, sipping her rum and coke. “It’s hard to explain. My plans for joining a dance company didn’t work out. I got a job at a bakery. It didn’t do any favors to my figure. It’s fine.” She didn’t sound fine. She sounded resigned. “Caroline, you were an inspiration to me. I am not exaggerating when I say you taught me everything I know about staying in shape, and I know how passionate you were about dance. Surely you haven’t given up on that dream.” “I was also passionate about food, if you remember.” She smirked at him ironically “It just caught up with me. And no, I didn’t give up dancing, but I couldn’t make the professional cut like I always talked about so I had to find something else to do. I make a good living at the Bakery and make up the rest by taking care of Mrs. Robin here. She even has a dance studio here on the second floor and I don’t pay rent. I thought feeding people was a good way to make a living but I ended up doing a lot of feeding myself along the way. My figure just didn’t seem as important and I was so busy that I dropped my gym habit but I didn’t drop my food habit. In fact it got worse.” Her long tousled brown hair hung curled in ringlets around her face as she looked down into her glass, the idea of tears dancing behind her eyes. Jim’s eyes alit once more, unbidden upon her soft globular gut. Caroline’s shirt had ridden up again on one side and a slice of fair creamy skin showed, like a thickly portioned wedge of fluffy white birthday cake. He tore his gaze away, unsure of his own feelings. This was not the girl he had once known. Life had pulled this wonderful girl down from the aspiring dance professional she had envisioned with him on lazy summer nights like this half a decade ago. Confusing feelings about her unlikely curves aside, he had a responsibility to help here if he could. “Well look, I definitely need some friends again now that I’m back in town. Why don’t we hang out more like this? You could join me at the gym just like I used to with you. You’ll be back in shape in no time.” Caroline looked up, appreciation apparent in her gaze, any threat of tears retreating before his kindness. “Ah but it’s more serious than you think. It’s not just the lack of an exercise buddy that’s made me go to pot,” she wrinkled her nose and leaned forward conspiratorially, mood moving from sad to silly. Jim couldn’t help but notice the way her belly rolls bunched up over themselves as she drew closer, alcohol heavy breath hot on his face as he leaned forward to meet her halfway. “I have a confession to make Jim, but you have to promise not to tell.” Her face became faux serious as she looked him in the eye. A capricious wink gave the act away though. “Your secret’s safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die.” he swore, smiling and winking back as he made the appropriate cross over his heart. Again she shifted, this time leaning in even closer. Jim caught an eyeful of cleavage as he moved in with her. Internally he remarked to himself in relief that her belly wasn’t the only thing to have softened. It wasn’t much, but she must have gone up at least one cup size in the breasts. It was just so disproportionate from her middle that you couldn’t tell at a glance. He was gibbering to himself. He needed to stop obsessing over her new curves and pay attention to what she was going to say. Her voice was husky and her breath danced hot across his cheek as she whispered in his ear, “Jim, I just love to eat.” Laughing, she leaned back all drunk silliness again as she moaned. “Even if we exercised every day, I’m not sure I could stop eating. You would not believe the amount of donuts I can put away. Really, it’s my own fault I’m so fat. I just can’t say no to a cupcake or a pastry and I’m surrounded by them all day.” She lamented. What was wrong with him? He knew nothing good could come from challenging her but he felt helpless, caught up in an intoxicating whirlwind of alcohol and pent up attraction to not only his old crush’s abrupt new curves but also to Caroline’s casually wanton attitude towards her own gluttony. He felt himself slide over some invisible cliff and into uncharted waters as he responded to her boast, egging her on. “Come now, you exaggerate. You have to have some self-control left.” Jim said. “There’s no way you could eat even a single donut after that dinner.” As if she had been waiting for the challenge, Caroline’s eyes flared in response. “I am not even remotely joking. I’m fat because I can pack it away in here. I can easily drop a dozen of those little cakes a day. Believe me, the calories add up and I am addicted.” She said and stuck out her ridiculously disproportionate jelly belly and slapped it on the side, initiating a wave of jiggles that lasted for some time. Jim neither moved nor spoke until the waves she had caused stopped. This was getting decidedly out of hand, he thought. He knew she was a competitive spirit. Was he really going to push this? “Caroline,” he scoffed. “No offense, but you are tiny. I know you like to eat but I couldn’t eat that many after a good workout and there’s no way you could do that on the daily.” The old competitive glare shone in her eyes as she forgot her woes in light of this new challenge to her eating prowess. “Care to put your money where your mouth is, Mr. Big Shot?” She stood up, a little unsteady as her balance was now very off center and she wasn’t exactly sober, but her graceful feet carried her easily across the kitchen to her cabinets. “I happen to have some pastries from work right here and I think you deserve to see just how serious a problem I have before you make any promises about working out at the gym with me Mr. Butler. So lay your bets.” She turned around and gave him smoldering eyes. Looking into those challenging blue sapphire eyes, Jim realized how much he had missed her and how much he had missed times like this. Abort! Abort! He thought frantically. “No way, you’ve already had a huge meal. It wouldn’t be fair.” He asserted, but it was too late. She wasn’t about to let this go. “I see that look,” Caroline crooned in false sweetness, “but you started this and you are not getting out of it. I’m going to give you an up close view of exactly what this belly can do.” He met her challenging look and narrowing his eyes replied “Okay, I bet you can’t finish the dozen and if I win you have to go on a date with me.” She looked taken aback and then suspicious, “A date? Jim, I… God I wish you’d asked before I blew up like this.” He bit his lip, wondering if he had overstepped his welcome, not daring to mention the fact that he found her over abundant curves rather intriguing. She had pulled out a dozen glazed donuts from her pantry. They looked to still be rather fresh and she stared at them thoughtfully. “We bake these in the morning and they never sell out by nightfall. The fact that I have an unending supply of free fluffy pastries is reflected in the fact that I am now so fluffy myself. If you want a date, Jim you had better witness the real me here tonight.” She said it with a steely determination he had not expected after his confession. “If I win, she said, you still get that date, but instead of the gym you take me out to eat every day, and I get to order as much as I want. Deal?” His eyes widened at the prospect, but he nodded. What was she playing at here with that bet? Did she really not care about regaining her old body? Did she want to get fatter or something? But then he didn’t have time to wonder as he was taken in by her beginning to eat. It was quite the display. She set into them as soon as soon as he nodded his agreement to the terms, eating the thick icing frosted donuts like they were air. None of it went to waste as she bit, licked, and sucked down every single piece of pastry. She wasn’t kidding, he realized. She could really pack it away. Before he knew it all 12 were in her and she sat there licking her candy coated fingers and looking a little exhausted. He was astonished. “Want to make it double or nothing?” Caroline asked, devilishly as she wiped white glaze frosting from the edges of her full mouth. “What? No 2 dozen? That’s not humanly possible.” Jim said automatically. He was enamored by the sight in front of him. There she was, his old dancing crush plush and round beyond his wildest imagination, engorged on donuts and lasagna and like a playful kitten asking for more cream, insinuating that she could handle even more. “Let me be the judge of that.” She said, pulling another box onto the table and grunting quietly as she sat back down. Her poor petite feet struggled to remain graceful under the weight of the dough-filled belly it was trying to support. “What are we betting this time? He asked, stunned beyond any further words. She held up two fingers in response. Around a mouthful of sugared dough she explained, “Two restaurants a day if I win. If I lose, we’ll work all this off at the gym your way. Either way it’s a date.” “Done.” Jim said. Caroline smiled, fox like. She said nothing more as she continued to eat, steadily but at a slower pace now. Jim had nothing left to say either. He could just wait to see how their future was going to turn out. She was on her 18th donut and Jim just sat there stunned and drunk. He could hardly believe this was happening. The night’s events had him incredibly turned on and he couldn’t for the life of himself figure out why. He just went with it. “See,”she said pausing between bites. “There’s a reason I’m so fat. Rethinking your proposal to help me work this off yet?” Jim stood up at the prompting and pulled the box of pastries away from her. “Stop it Caroline. Damnit, you don’t have to do this to yourself. I’m serious about the gym, I can help you through this. You don’t have to eat anymore to prove your point. I understand you have a problem but you’re hurting yourself!” Her eyes hardened as she looked up into his eyes, her taut domed belly, stuck out like a pregnant woman’s, the shirt ridden up leaving it half exposed to the warm night air. Her eyes flashed a challenge at hearing his remarks and she jerked the box of calories back towards herself, grabbing another one defiantly from the tray. Her breathing was becoming labored as she stuffed it into her mouth and wolfed it down. She grabbed another one. “You don’t get it Jim, I’m a fat girl now. I’m obese. I’m huge. I’m a fucking beached whale that just can’t stop eating. I’m a fat girl that can eat 2 dozen donuts in a sitting. No one normal does that. People think I’m pregnant when I go out in public. I have to shop on the maternity isle. My gut has gotten so disproportionately big that I can’t even go to try outs for lower level dance companies anymore, without making a fool of myself.” She turned away from Jim’s steady gaze, and looked back at the remaining donuts, a mad gleam in her eyes. “And I can’t stop eating. I’m not the girl you used to know.” Finishing her rant she proceeded to angrily stuff the last half dozen in her face to prove her point, choking them down in record time. Jim let her finish as they stood, holding one another while she completed her gluttonous ritual. Finally swallowing the last bite, she collapsed her weight into him, panting and flushed. She paused for a moment, before looking up into his face, looking for disgust or pity and ready to deflect that with anger. He was looking at her. “There I won.” She said, completely out of breath. “You see what a pig I’ve become, and I’m not going to stop Jim. Do you still want that date? Do you still want me?” He looked at her tumbling brown hair and delicate cheeks. He took in her rosy cheeks and full pouting lips, dusted with sweet frosted donut glaze. They were standing so close that she couldn’t help but lean her over abundant softness into his lean muscle. He was still holding her up. Her little unchanged pixie face looking up at him defiantly, expecting him to leave, shout, or turn away. She was a disgusting mess. A pig of a woman. But he looked down at her and saw the same girl he had always known. The passionate and adventurous dancer. The friend who loved to listen to his own silly dreams. His dates had never lasted while he was away at school because he had already fallen in love and just hadn’t known it. Here was his love, and what were a couple of pounds? Okay several dozen, and in an odd place, and she sure had an odd fixation here but damn if he didn’t love this woman and he couldn’t ignore that any longer. “I’ve missed you.” He said. And swept her up in his arms and kissed her sugary lips. It was midnight, the dawn of summer. Their kiss seemed to last forever, each hungry with 8 years of unfulfilled appetites. Softness and strength touching and feeling the other, lust shimmering in their sweat and skin. Finally they came up for air. “Yes, I’ll take that date.” Jim breathed out, his breathing ragged. "I can't promise I won't get bigger." Caroline said, slim fingers from one hand running across Jim’s firm abs while the other hand tentatively groped his crotch, confirming a stiff erection through his pants. A smile dawned across her face as she felt him up. "Just so we're crystal clear." "I guess I'll just have to get used to it, then." Jim said, returning her smile and hefting as much of her massive stuffed gut in one hand as he could manage. It was going to be an interesting summer.
  3. **Author's Note: This is a teaser to a story I posted on Deviantart! If y'all want to check it out it's under the same name for the story and my profile name is the same like here as well!** Description: Alison works at a gym near where she goes to school. Due to an accident she has to leave. Alison gets hired at Jack in the Box and the pounds begin to pile on... Diary Entry 07/22/17 Today Roy and I said our goodbyes. We figured we would simply text each other, or rather he would text me once he left. I mentioned this before in a previous diary entry, but Roy had been accepted into this college across the country. We ended our year long relationship just like that, in a peaceful yet mutual agreement. I never thought I would be in this position with him after meeting him at the gym where I work at about a year ago. I think it's been a great, crazy year though. I had a lot of fun with him, sex was amazing. He even encouraged me sometimes to cheat my diet and gorge a bit. I'm really going to miss Roy, but I know that this the best for the both of us. I guess in the end he's just going to be another ex boyfriend or girlfriend that wasn't the one. sincerely, Alison Alison closed the Day One app on her phone and grabbed her things to go to work. Alison had been working at her local gym to help support her tuition at USC in California. She worked part time there as to keep her sanity between balancing work and school. Getting into her cute little Honda Civic, she started her car and headed to work. Arriving through the front sliding doors she waved 'Hi' to her coworker Betty. Alison made her way to the counter to check in for work. "So how are you hun?" asked Betty, with concern on her face. "Eh I've been better. I think I need some distraction from all of this," Alison said as she signed her name on the check in sheet."Girl, if I were you I wouldn't worry for finding another man! I mean look at yourself, your literally one hot Mexican Momma! You seriously got ass for days!" Alison couldn't deny it she did have a spectacular ass, and working at the gym helped a ton to keep her physique in check. She took the compliment and smiled at Betty in a thankful look to her. Alison headed her way to go to her morning trainer area where she was scheduled to train someone. Alison arrived and to her trainee and began her morning program. Five minutes into the program Alison did a very wrong movement on the treadmill, tripped, bent her her ankle in an awkward position and fell off the treadmill machine. "OOWWW," she yelled. People around her, including her trainee tried help her get up, but to no avail. "Please, just put me down. It hurts to much keep standing on it." Alison was sent to the emergency room and was released later that day. Only she had a severely broken ankle and crutches to go with it. The next morning she got a call from work. "Hello?" answered Alison, wondering who was on the other line. "Ali, it's me Troy. I heard what happened yesterday. I'm really sorry, and it's unfortunate that it happened to you. I was calling to see if you're doing any better?" asked Troy, her boss, also the owner of the establishment. "I'm doing a bit better, but Troy I wanted to talk to you about something. Well concerning my job," said Alison hesitantly. "I'm really sorry but I don't think I can come back. I got hurt pretty bad, and the doctor said I'll be out for at least a month." "Damn, that's really a shame," said Troy with great sorrow. "I guess we'll have to mail you your last check. Seeing of course that you can't come down here with out tiring yourself out." "Yeah I think that'll be the best thing to do I'm really sorry it had to come to this Troy. You know me, I loved it there," Alison replied. After talking everything over from her having to quit her job at the gym, Alison hung up the phone and lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. In just twenty four hours she broke up with her boyfriend, broke her ankle severely, and to top it off she had no other choice but to leave her job. Which she very much enjoyed. Suddenly her belly started to protest in hunger. She grabbed her crutches that were set on her nightstand and struggled her way to the kitchen. Alison lived on her campus at USC and got along very well with her roommate. Both Alison and her roommate Vanessa shared a lot of things, even food. Despite Alison's gym addiction, she was opened up by her ex, Roy, that she should indulge in fattening delicacies every now and then. That was the case for her breakfast. Even though she just wanted some fruit she only found things like left over meals from previous nights. Such as pizza, cookies, chicken wings, you name it. Alison settled for some donuts, she then rested herself down on her couch and began eating. Diary Entry 08/17/17 It's been almost a month since everything that happened. I started looking for a job last week, but no call backs yet. My ankle has gotten better, but I feel like I've gotten pretty lazy. I think I'm eating more now than before, I noticed my clothes are getting a little snug. I don't think I'll ever say this out loud to anyone but, I kinda like it. I've always been so uptight with my body, but now I like indulging with extra foods. I like eating more than I usually do, and I'm kinda aroused by it sometimes. The feeling of having my belly full, and tight over my shirt feels sexy to me. Like I said though, I would never say this to anyone. Besides I'm pretty sure it only a few pounds, like 3 or 5 at the most. sincerely, Alison Alison was actually very, very wrong. This last month she has eaten more and more everyday. Her once toned abs and arms were now shapeless and getting flabby. But the one thing that was a positive, at least to her. It was her ass that grew even more. Alison's butt was already nice, round and large, due to her Mexican genes. Now however, it was growing at quite the alarming rate. Since Alison had become accustomed to wearing sports attire. She would always wear joggers, shorts, or leggings to be comfortable. With her ass growing rounder, jigglier by the day. Her clothes looked fantastic on her now, to say the least. Toward the end of the month Alison had gotten her cast off and was completely healed. Her eating however, well let's just say it grew along with her waistline. On a random mid afternoon, Alison got a call from an unknown source. Cleaning her fingers from the great, greasy chicken she was eating she answered the phone. "Hello?" answered the little blimp. "Hi is the Alison Perez? I'm calling from Jack in the Box, and wanted to know if you wanted to set up an interview?" "Yeah sure, when can I come in?" asked Alison struggling to get up from the couch to sit upright. "Does next Wednesday work for you?" asked the young woman on the other side of the line. "Wednesday works for me. What time should I arrive?" Alison asked, without realizing her belly was poking out of her gray tank top. "Get here before 10 in the morning and we'll get started," said the woman on the phone. Hanging up the phone excited, Alison got up from the couch and went to her room. Entering her room she saw herself in her mirror. She saw her belly coming out from beneath her tank top. Alison came over closer to her mirror and surveyed herself. Since she was home alone Alison lifted her tank top over her modest gut. She rubbed her hand in a circular motion just once over her flabby belly. Alison pinched and grabbed her belly, and shook it. Surprisingly she was not mad, shocked or even worried of her newly formed belly. In fact she kind of liked it, just a little. Alison bit her lip as she shook her belly and held it with both hands. She felt pleasure build from near the top of her vagina and she shook it more. "Uggh," moaned Alison softly as she grabbed her gut and jiggled it in front of her mirror. Alison was really getting horny now and proceeded to her bed. She plopped down onto her small twin bed. Alison rather ravenously took off her black shorts and matching panties. Immediately going for her pussy, Alison instantly felt that it was drenched. Growing even more turned on, Alison reached over to her nightstand drawer and grabbed her vibrator. Before going back and pressing it on her wet, almost squirting vagina, she saw a pack of Oreos on her roommates nightstand. "She won't mind," thought Alison going over to get the cookies. Laying back down she multitasked between stuffing herself with the delicious, fattening Oreos, and rubbing her clit with her vibrator. "Mmmph fuck this is so hot, I feel so fwucking fwat," Alison said while chewing with her mouth stuffed. She pressed harder on to her wet pussy and felt another wave of ecstasy crawl up her whole body. Reaching her point of no return Alison orgasmed hard as she soaked her bedsheets and finished her pack of Oreos. Dropping both her vibrator and empty pack of Oreos she laid in her bed for a moment with her eyes closed. After a second or two Alison ran her hands over her stuffed mountainous gut while looking at it smiling slightly. "I think I can get used to this sort of lifestyle. But it'll be our little secret, right tummy?" she asked as she patted and slapped her engorged belly.
  4. This is a story originally by "mc67kenzie" a German writer who wrote some great stories about 10 years ago. It's my favorite by this author who is great at coming up with scenarios for his stories. Somehow, they're always right up my alley. It's historical of nature, although the time period is ambiguous. Seems kind of like Medieval times if you had to guess, though. I did my best to translate and know that I don't speak German, but rewrote the best I could with the little free time I have. I have also heavily embellished this already great story with some what nice,new touches, if I do say so myself. JimkerryPI of DeviantArt has provided a link to the original German website of this author: http://www.geocities.ws/mc67kenzie/ Also check out JimkerryPI's DA page with great translations of other mc67kenzie stories. http://jimkerrypi.deviantart.com/ The Hüftgold Fest "It is precisely one year from now in the kingdom the great "Hüftgold" Fest will be held," King Jacob said, his deep bass voice booming. Prince Bernhard was sitting on the other side of the long table where the royal family took up a community dinner. Beside Bernhard sat his 15 year old sister Waltraud and his 12 year old brother Engelbert followed by his mother, Annelind. She scooped a huge portion of roast goose in her round face and seemed oblivious to the conversation between her husband and eldest son. "Have you already decided which particular young lady you are supporting?" Said Bernard's father, in a haughty tone. This was a question he had asked more and more frequently in recent months. But Bernhard had no better answer to this question now than the first time his father had asked it. In one year's time, the great Hüftgold Festival would be held. "Hüftgold" roughly translated from it's low German origins, means the well-blossomed, well-ripened form of young, marriageable aged women. It refers to plump, ample hips and "love handles" to put it into modern terms. The woman who had achieved the most well rounded and plump form has traditionally been rewarded with honor of becoming the wife of the eldest son of the Regent. This tradition went back to events long ago and is based allegedly on a particularly tragic year in the history of the Principality. One growing season, long ago, there befell a terrible famine in the land. Many, especially poorer people, starved to death. Most left the country and tried their luck elsewhere where life was easier and the fields fertile. So when it came time for the young prince to be married, he was left with few options. All the young women had succumbed to famine or had left the Principality with their families, or were too thin and too weak to give to the Prince an offspring. After a long search the king's soldiers finally found a young woman who was a worthy bride of the Prince. The young women was the beautiful 19 year old daughter of the master of one of the largest, yet relatively unknown, farms in the Principality. It seems that the master, with his vast resources, had had available hundreds and hundreds of pounds of rich foods available. His daughter, therefore, was free to indulge to extravagance and legend has it she was one of the most well fed women anyone had ever seen. So not surprisingly, upon the outset of the lean year and after months of famine, she still appeared lush and healthy. The prince was delighted and they were soon married. Only a short time later, as the famine continued, his new wife held a smiling, well nursed, baby in her arms. The lush princess had delivered a perfect and healthy child into the world and could - so the legend - thank her large fat reserves for this good fortune. So this was the reason why the roundest young lady was chosen as the wife of the heir to the throne. For generations, the royal house summoned women who were appropriately plump or had had the wherewithal to add the desired extra pounds to their frames by the end of the year long competition. The heaviest of these young women, generation after generation, was chosen to be the bride of the prince. This continued long after the famine had ended. Even in flush times, it happened again and again, the girl who had achieved the fattest form was chosen as the future wife of the prince. Bernhard, however, did not think much of this tradition. He thought it silly. Still, he knew he could not break with hundreds of years of precedent. He knew whether he approved or not, the great golden scales in the courtyard of the castle would crown a young maiden his wife in one short year. Bernhard also knew that the wealthy families of the Principality, would leverage their resources and attempt to turn the most slender, delicate girl into a greedy and over-fed lush beauty. The young women of the land knew they would be expected to concentrate all their efforts to increasing their weight over the next year. Bernard knew from the lore that all the rich families would do everything they could to marry their daughters to the young prince. Before long, things would spiral into a real contest between the families. Bernhard could not be certain which young girl would be his bride, but he could count on the fact she would be of the finest stock and be quite plump by the time she was named his bride to be. Though Bernhard did think the tradition a bit odd, he knew he would receive a wife tremendous beauty. Most of the wealthy young daughters he had met at the Grand Ball each year were without a doubt quite pretty and a wife of expanded proportions did not worry him either. This, as he had been raised in the land of the Hüftgold Fest, and had not known any other taste in feminine beauty since he was a boy. The problem was the principality was small, the upper class still much smaller - so only about five to ten young women would likely be in the competition. Unfortunately for Bernhard, most of the young girls were quite selfish and arrogant, the two most attractive young ladies the most exceptionally so. He could not imagine having to spend a lifetime with one of these girls. The tradition did not dictate the class of the winner, however. Technically, it was indeed possible for the prince to marry a girl from the middle or lower classes. But, in these circles, no one had the means to give their daughters the luxurious and indulgent lifestyle required to give them a chance to seriously compete in the Hüftgold Fest. To make this even more unlikely, his father would never think of helping a lower class girl enter the competition, should Bernhard fall in love with such a person. Lavish wealth from the King or some rich benefactor would be a peasant girl's only chance to grow large enough to win the competition. And when came to finding a middle or lower class girl that was already fat enough to compete, Bernhard knew that in such a poor region it was a total impossibility. He had seen hundreds of these girls, some ugly and some quite beautiful, but one thing they all had in common was they were all scrawny, small-framed and firm muscled little things with no hope of being in contention. Alternatively, if Bernard found himself in love with one of the rich, upper class girls, he knew the royal family would do everything in their power to maker her the fattest girl in the whole principality and thus his wife. Bernhard pondered over this for days and weeks and came to no conclusion. To commit to marrying one of the wealthy girls, beautiful as they were, was just something he could not stomach. Rumors of Bernhard's indecision spread throughout the land. The unrest in the Principality that resulted was more considerable than most could remember. In past generations that saw royal marriages, the prince had chosen a bride by now. In ordinary years, the royal family would certainly have unleashed their immense wealth to make certain the prince's bride to be was the fattest in the land and thus the undeniable winner of the Hüftgold Fest. But in this year, due to the indecision of the Prince, all the young, wealthy daughters were suddenly very much in the running. Rumors spread about the amazing proportions that these wealthy girls would grow to in desperate hope of marrying the prince. This would be a Hüftgold Fest to remember! Bernhard was a little perplexed. The impatience of his parents and the prestigious families in the Principality grew with each passing day. In frustration, Bernhard sought advice from his teacher, Frederick. Frederick was a quite elderly man who Bernhard had grown especially fond. He had been Bernhard's mentor and teacher since Bernhard was a young boy. For decades Bernhard had visited Frederick in the small rooms in a side wing of the castle. These rooms were filled with countless books and strange scientific paraphernalia. Bernhard was an inquisitive type and spent countless afternoons asking and learning with old Frederick. That evening, however, Bernhard did not waste time with subjects of scholarly learning. He wanted Frederick's ear and some advice. Fredrick seemed to know a way out of even the most difficult situations. "The agony of the situation has blackened my days, sir. What should I do?" Bernhard asked his teacher, after pouring out his heart. Wrapped, he watched the lined face of the old man, as shadows flickered in the light of the candle. Friedrich leaned back comfortably in his rocking chair. As he listened to the remarks of his student, he had closed his eyes, but now he sat up a little in his chair and looked at Bernhard. "I can't give you any advice!" But then paused and said, "I would like to present to you with what happened to one of your predecessors. This situation in which you now find yourself has happened before, but in much worse circumstances. Maybe this is indeed a small consolation," Friedrich said. "What happened to this ancestor?" The young man asked, curiosity growing. "Well," began the old man, "He was in love with a beautiful young woman. But she was a simple girl, a daughter of poor parents would could not afford to provide her the conditions that would have been necessary in order to to round the hips of the young woman sufficiently. Instead, the young man finally settled on a rich, incredibly thick and attractive girl who's family was friends of the king. Although he had settled on a mate, she was an extremely unkind and selfish women and the marriage was never happy. " Bernhard did not understand what lesson Fredrick was trying to give him with this story, but almost on cue, the old teacher continued. "What I want to tell you is you should be happy you have not fallen in love with a women that cannot be your wife. Make the most of your situation, even if you are not in love with one of these women at first site, give it time. You just have to open your eyes...you may not know yet what, deep down in your heart, you really want in a bride!"
  5. Contains: Multiple Angles - Clothed to Belly Out - Belly Play and Jiggling While Talking It’s been months since you last saw your gym bunny crush, and you’d worried she stopped coming to the same gym. When a woman stops you, excited to see you again, you almost don’t recognize her - your crush got FAT! She’s bulging out of her too-tight leggings, excited to tell you about her progress on a new “supplement” and how turned on she is by getting bigger. Your dream come true! Is this your chance to tell your hot crush that you have a thing for big girls, and have her love it!?
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  6. 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.
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