PART ONE: THE JOURNEY
Marissa Anderbaum rolled over on her side and pulled the covers over her head as her maid opened the curtains of her bedroom windows. "It’s almost noon young lady, breakfast is over with and unless you get up now, you’ll miss lunch." Marissa mumbled, "Oh Mabel, this is my last day before I go back to school, can’t you please just leave me alone!" Mabel Branch towered over the young lady, her hands upon her extensive hips. "Your mom sent me here to fetch ya and even so, I am not going to be serving lunch no later today than right now."
Mabel had a pretty face with soft gentle features. A generous portion of her 200-pound girth settled mainly on her hindquarters and thighs. The barely 21-year-old Marissa peaked over her blanket, "Tell my mother I’ll see her later." Mabel pulled the covers off the sleeping beauty who rolled into a ball. "Your mother wants to see you now." Marissa’s body felt much heavier than her 129-pounds and moved in slow motion as she pulled herself up and sat on the edge of her bed. Marissa covered her pretty face with her hands, her shoulder length blondish-red hair falling downwards. Mabel handed Marissa her bathrobe, ˜Those silk pajamas might have set you back a few dollars, but you’re not leaving the room without covering yourself up." With one eye closed, Marissa tilted her head and glanced towards Mabel, "You done my laundry yet?" Mabel responded in a sarcastic tone, "One task at a time young lady. Once I’m through with the lunch dishes, I’ll get to your laundry."
Marissa’s feet hit the floor and as she stretched with her arms high into the air, her pajama tops pulled upward exposing her tummy. "Are we getting a little pouch?” Mabel giggled. Marissa placed her hand over her soft tummy and coldly replied, "No. I’ve just gotten a little soft over the summer." Mabel helped Marissa slip on her pink robe. "There’s nothing wrong with a little meat on your bones young lady. You are too skinny." Marissa slowly approached her mirror. "Too Skinny?" Inspecting her face, Marissa pouted, "Actually, I think I could stand to lose a few pounds." Mabel blinked as she scrutinized Marissa’s slender form, "Hush now. You haven’t even got a butt." Touching her tiny double chin, Marissa remarked, "If I don’t get back on my diet, my butt will be as big as yours." Marissa turned to her maid, "Ops, I meant no offense."
Mabel wrapped her husky arm around Marissa’s shoulders and led her out of the bedroom. "No offense taken honey. I’m proud of my body. I’m beautiful and my guy likes the way I look too." Marissa grinned, "Yeah, right. Maybe you and my mother are happy being thick chicks, but slim and beautiful is the clique I’m in. Mabel laughed; "You aren't ever going to know how beautiful thick chick’s can be young lady, unless you put on a few pounds." Once in the kitchen Marissa sat across from her mother, "Judy Anderbaum. Judy Anderbaum was a fetching woman, plus size at roughly 240-pounds, she had style and finesse. She wore her hair up, which took exception to her gorgeous facial features and always wore outfits that flattered her womanly figure. Mabel set down a plate of fried chicken and mashed potatoes in front of Marissa, who rolled her eyes. "Do you think I can have a salad?" Mabel removed the plate, grumbling as she went to make a salad for the princess, "Like I don’t have anything better to do." Mrs. Anderbaum giggled which caught Marissa’s ire. "You’re not suppose to be agreeing with the help, mom!" Mabel couldn’t help to laugh, which caused Marissa to add, "See you’re encouraging her." Mrs. Anderbaum drew a breath and then folded her newspaper. Smiling with her vibrant eyes, Mrs. Anderbaum humorously asked, "And what's wrong with the fried chicken?" Marissa played with a strand of hair as she looked at her mother; "I try to avoid fried foods, okay?" Mrs. Anderbaum chuckled, "Mashed potatoes too, I suppose?" Nodding her head, Marissa replied, "Yeah. I have to maintain my figure." Mrs. Anderbaum sipped her coffee, "Really Marissa, you look find and even if you cheated on your diet every so often, I doubt you’ll put on any weight at all."
Marissa leaned into her chair, "But every once in a while can turn into a habit." Mrs. Anderbaum smiled, "I’ve been heavy since I was 19 and I never felt uncomfortable or ugly. Why are you so afraid of putting on a few pounds?" Marissa adjusted her bathrobe, "Because I want to look attractive." Mrs. Anderbaum explained that size has nothing to do with being attractive, which of course Mabel agreed as she put a salad on the table for Marissa. Marissa spoke as she ate, "Yeah but you’re an exception to the rule mom, you are very beautiful. But in most cases, thick chicks aren’t in the right clique." Mrs. Anderbaum tried to reason with her daughter, "You have my genes cupcake, you’ll look especially attractive no doubt if you put on weight." Marissa remained silent and ate as her mother went on. "Anyway precious, since you do have my genes, you’re going to become heavier sooner or later. Matter of fact, I’m sure you’d be heavier now if you didn’t diet." Marissa tilted her head, "That’s why I diet." Mrs. Anderbaum removed herself from her chair and walked over to her daughter. Upon kissing her on the forehead, "Mrs.Anderbaum remarked, "FYI cupcake. If you’re starving your body now, you’ll make yourself even heavier once you do start gaining."
Marissa ignored the comment and continued to eat her salad. Mrs. Anderbaum made her plans for the day known to her daughter then left the kitchen. After Marissa ate she put on her bikini and laid out in the sun. Several times calling out to Mabel for sun tan lotion, diet cola and finally a back rub. Mabel looked down at Marissa; "You got to be kidding me? A back rub?" Marissa sipped her cola, "And why is that so foreign to you?" "Because I’m your family’s maid, not your personnel servant", Mabel chuckled. Marissa pouted and whined, "But I think I slept funny, my backaches." Mabel tilted her head, "Weren’t you supposed to go shopping with that publishing mogul’s daughter?"
Marissa leaned over on her side, "Yeah but I’m not meeting up with Sally for another hour, so please give me a back rub?" Mabel folded her arms over her bust, "No princess I’m not giving you a back rub. I have to finish your laundry and then start dinner. You do know your parents are giving you a fancy send off tonight, not that you deserve it." Marissa returned to laying on her back, "What? How can you say that?" "Because you think only about yourself. Tell me princess, who rubs your back and does your laundry at school?", Mabel boldly questioned. Marissa giggled, "I send my laundry out. Back rubs I’m working on." Mabel laughed as she went back indoors.
A couple hours later Found Marissa and her best friend Sally at a posh Beverly Hills mall. Sally Cohn was a vivacious young lady whose long, curly brown hair perfectly framed her gorgeous face. Sally loved to flaunt her naturally slender figure in clothes that flattered her curves. She was just as pretentious as Marissa, but unlike her friend, didn’t have to fight the battle of the bulge. "I can’t persuade you otherwise?", Sally asked, brushing back her mane as they stood in front of an ice cream shop. Marissa nodded, "We’re having a big dinner tonight, which means no snacking in between meals." Sally pouted; folding her arms over her breasts, "A little ice cream every so often won’t make you fat. Oh don’t be such a pooh." Marissa glanced into the window, scanning over her reflection in the glass. " I swear I just had this conversation this morning with my mother."
Marissa’s fingers lightly traced her tiny double chin, then her hands dropped and she felt her soft tummy. "Oh gosh, I would love to indulge in some ice cream." Marissa turned and faced her friend, "But every once in a while can become a habit. I have to decline or they’ll be much more of me." Sally shook her head, "Yeah, I guess I understand." Marissa explained as they entered a trendy fashion boutique, "You’re so lucky Sally. You don’t have to watch what you eat, I do. It’s in my genes." Sally acknowledged her friend with a simple smile. As they searched through the racks of clothes, Sally spotted a well fed young lady enter the boutique. She was a pretty gal the same age as the two friends, but was frumpy dressed in a tight T-shirt and jeans. "What the hell is she doing here?” Sally asked, turning her nose downwards as fighting off a sour odor.
Marissa glanced at the young lady whose weight was easily in the two hundred plus range. "Gosh, you think she’d wear clothes that would at least hide away her fat. How embarrassing? Didn’t she look at herself in the mirror before leaving the house?" Sally’s hand dangled a snazzy top against her body for size, before she replaced it back on the rack, "That chick gives this place a black eye." Marissa nodded, "Like, she’ll actually find something stylish for her size in here?" Sally and Marissa looked on as the chubby gal spoke to a saleslady. Marissa bit her lip, "That girl seriously needs to lose some weight. Like, she’s so huge..." Sally finished Marissa’s sentence, "Not the least bit attractive." The girls smiled in unison as they over heard the saleslady say to the chubby gal, "I’m sorry Miss, but we only cater to female’s size 6 or smaller." The chubby gal was the butt of a few jokes as the friends continued with their shopping.
Once the shopping excursion was completed, Marissa and Sally made their way home and got ready for the dinner party Marissa’s parent’s were having in honor of their daughter returning to school. Marissa looked stunning in a black and red blouse with matching red slacks, while Sally looked marvelous as well in a light blue dress. Most of the people at the dinner were relatives and close friends, but Mrs. Anderbaum did happen to invite Marissa’s main guy, Tanner Levi. Marissa didn’t have a steady beau, having too much fun playing the field, but Tanner was her favorite out of the many guys she dated. Tanner was a year older than Marissa and went to a local college where he studied business. Tanner’s smooth black hair was worn above the collar; his face and physique were naturally suited for the cover of a romance novel. Their eyes met from across the room as Marissa mingled with Sally and another friend. Marissa excused herself from the conversation and she met up with Tanner by the refreshment table. Tanner glanced over Marissa’s delicious form; "You have never looked more ravishing." Marissa blushed, tilting her head as she grinned, "You look good yourself."
Tanner scooped up a chip with dip and was about to feed Marissa, though she blocked her mouth with her hand. "My mom expects me to eat a good meal tonight, so I better lay off the chips." Tanner popped the chip into his mouth and rolled his eyes, "You don’t know what you’re missing this dip is out of this world!" Marissa giggled, "Mabel is a whiz at cooking, but I really need to lay off the calories." Tanner glanced over Marissa’s figure; "You’re kidding me, right?" Marissa smiled as she tugged the waistband of her slacks, "I’m about five pounds away from not fitting into these." Tanner tilted his head, "No way; you’re not even plump." Marissa’s hands glided down to her hips; "Yeah and I don’t want to be!"
After a brief laugh, Tanner brought up school, "I wish you didn’t have to go to school out of state." Marissa explained that the school Tanner was attending was geared towards business and law, while the college she was attending was ranked high in fashion, which was her a fortiori. "The Davenport institute of fashion design is par excellence in the industry!", Marissa remarked with the hint of laughter in her voice. Tanner then asked if she would like a ride to the airport, which Marissa replied, "Whose flying? I’m driving." Tanner blinked, "All the way to Wisconsin?" Marissa smiled, "Aw, you really do care." Tanner’s fingers traced the side of Marissa’s sweet face, "You know I do."
Mabel then approached the couple, interrupting what would have been a kiss; "You two better get to your seats, dinners about to be served. Marissa shook her head; "Tanner just love’s your dip, Mabel." Mabel proceeded to push Marissa towards the main table where she would sit with her parents, siblings and Sally. Turning to Tanner, Mabel raised her eyebrows, "That’s nice, but don’t fill up on it, we have a seven course meal ready to be served, so get moving to your table!" Tanner shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, well, okay." The dinner was of lavish proportions and Marissa for a change actually put the food away. During dessert, Marissa patted her bloated belly and remarked to Sally, "Imagine if I ate like this every day? I’d be soooo huge!" Sally smiled, "Yeah no kidding, you really dug into the mashed potatoes and gravy."
Marissa sipped her water and then took a bite of chocolate cake, "I’ll tell you a secret, I really could go for another helping of potatoes with roast beef on the side, I enjoyed it that much." Marissa then giggled, "I think I’ll splurge a little more and have another slice of cake. It’s not like I eat like this all the time." The remainder of the party went smooth and upon saying goodbye to her family and friends, Marissa took the chance to pull Tanner aside and give him a goodnight kiss. "See ya in May", Marissa told Tanner as he cradled her in his arms. Tanner slid his face along side of Marissa’s and he whispered, "May is just to long." Marissa freed herself from the embrace and stood with her hand over her hip, "I’m so worth the wait." Tanner shook his head as Marissa fell back into his arms, sharing a parting kiss.
The next morning Mabel helped Marissa with her luggage, "Behave yourself at school. Remember you’re a young lady." Marissa grinned, "Like, you didn’t have to tell me that." Mabel gave Marissa a big hug, her hefty upper arms tightly wrapped around Marissa’s upper body, "I know I didn’t, it’s just you’re growing up so fast, I’m concerned about you." Marissa pulled away from Mabel and hopped into her blue corvette, "Thanks Mabel, but I’ll do fine. Take care and try to drop a few pounds while I’m gone." Mabel chuckled, "Have fun trying to find someone who’ll cook your meals and make your bed." Marissa laughed and then drove off.
The beginning of Marissa’s trek went without incidence and she blasted the radio as she sped down the inter-state to school in Wisconsin. Day two Marissa was hit by a change in weather, light drizzle at first, but soon enough the heavier stuff came down. The third day thunderstorm dotted the skies, but she pushed on, pushing caution to the wind. The forth day Marissa became lost on the road in the middle of a tremendous cloud burst, she could barely see out of her window as she drove down a rugged old path filled with gravel. The sound of thunder and the flash of lighting frazzled her nerves as she drove off the path down a hill and into a fast moving stream. Hitting her head against the dashboard, Marissa was conscious enough to lunge herself out of the sinking car. Swimming to the muddy bank, Marissa’s limp body made it to the shore. Dizziness brought her face down in the mud and she closed her eyes as the heavy rain continued to pour.
PART TWO: MARISSA REARRANGED
Marissa felt the comfortable mattress as she opened her eyes. She moved her hand to her sore head and discovered a bandage where it hurt. Her eyes scanned her environment and discovered she was in a cozy little bedroom with a large dresser and various painting on the walls. The bed stand next to her had an antique lamp and radio that was dated from the 1920’s at the very least. Marissa tried to leave the bed, but her head felt woozy and she plopped back down, falling back to sleep. The hours went unnoticed until Marissa opened her eyes again and saw a mature woman standing above her. "Hello missy, I’m Zola Fogg."
Zola Fogg was in her upper forties, her light brown hair in a matronly hairstyle that drew attention to her chubby face. Zola had a well fed, 255-pound figure that was dressed in an over size sundress that went out of style decades ago. Though what she lacked in clothes, her gentle heart made up for it, as revealed by her bubbly smile. "That’s a nasty bump on your noggin missy, you rest a while before I serve you dinner." Zola adjusted the blanket over Marissa, "Matter of fact, I think you should stay right here in bed for at least another day. You shouldn’t be too active until you’re healed, who’s to know what could happen?"
Confusion took a solid form upon Marissa’s pretty face, "How did I get here?" Zola explained, “I discovered you yesterday evening as I walked my pigs. They love to frolic in the water and eat the roots and scrubs." "You have a pet pig?” Marissa asked as her fingers inspected her bruised lip. Zola chuckled loudly "Not pig, pigs!" Pulling up a chair Zola sat next to the queen size bed where Marissa rested. "I have a hog farm missy. I raise them and sell them to market. The little one’s I take out to wander about for exercise. I make a fair living; I have the biggest hogs in five counties because I have a secret formula to fatten them up!" Marissa politely nodded as Zola continued. "So I found you face deep in the mud and soaked through. I hope you don’t mind missy, but I removed your clothes before putting you into bed."
Marissa’s hand slowly roamed her body under the covers; "I guess that’s okay." Zola stood and smiled upon the waif, "You’re a might skinny don’t cha think?" Marissa raised her eyebrows as she smiled, "I guess?" Zola giggled as she tugged on Marissa’s toe’s, "I’ll have you well nourished in no time at all. After all you need meat on your bones to survive out here." Puzzled by that remark, Marissa asked what she meant and Zola obliged her with an answer, "Aren’t you from the agency? I’ve written them countless times." Marissa closed her eyes as she rubbed the bump on her head, "Agency? To tell you the truth ma’am, I’m not really sure who I am? I mean I know I was off to some location, but my memory’s a little fuzzy right now." Zola giggled, "Not to worry Missy, a hit to the head like you received will surely bind your mind. But plenty of rest and food will return you back to your senses. My son’s away for the next month, but you’ll make a fine wife, I have a feeling about these things."
Marissa opened her eyes, "Your son? I’m going to be his wife?" Zola chuckled, "Why of course, aren’t you the mail order bride?" Marissa tried to pull herself up, but her head sunk back into the pillow, "I don’t think so?" Zola approached the bed and calmly replied, "Why would you travel way out here then? No one ever comes out here, unless to buy pigs." Marissa folded her hands over the blanket, "I’m not really sure, maybe you’re right. I really haven’t a clue." Zola shook her head; "Your memory will come back once you’re feeling back up to snuff. I’m going to get supper on so we can fatten you up. Just lay still and relax. I’ll put on my 78’s for you to ease your comfort. I hope you like Kay Kyser."
With that Zola left the room and Marissa fell back to sleep while listening to "My spurs goes jingle jangle jingle." Marissa woke up an hour later by the aroma of hot food. Zola eased her charge into a propped up position, a pillow between Marissa’s head and the headboard. Zola sat down next to Marissa and began spoon feeding her. "You must be hungry, when was the last time you ate?" Marissa shrugged her shoulders as she gobbled up the tasty cuisine. "I’m not sure", Marissa remarked before given another helping. Marissa smiled as she was fed a combination of ham, eggs, milk and Zola’s special formula whipped up in a blender.
"Gosh Missy, you’re skin and bones. You have to underweight by the look of you." Marissa gobbled up the delicious meal faster than Zola could feed her. "I don’t think I enjoyed a meal like this in quite a while. It’s so simple, but good", Marissa chuckled as she wiped her chin. Zola nodded; "We’ll fill you out in no time sweetie. You’ll have a womanlier figure and child baring hips before you know it." Marissa examined her tummy with her fingers, "You think I’m that skinny?" Zola handed Marissa a glass of milk, "Yeah, don’t you think so?" Marissa drank majority of the milk in one gulp, "I guess I’m kind of thin." Zola stood up, "Want another helping? How about some bread and butter too?" Marissa quickly nodded, "That would be peachy, sure!"
As Marissa consumed another bowl of the cuisine with buttered bread on the side, Zola showed her a picture of her son. "This is Kevin." Marissa blurted out as the spoon left her mouth, "He’s cute!" Kevin was a good-looking 25-year old male with a chubby face and balding red hair. Zola explained as Marissa continued eating, "Kevin is my salesman, right now he’s in Kentucky and won’t be back until next month. But I know he’ll just fall in love with you." Marissa questioned Zola; "He’s a nice guy? He’ll treat me right?" Zola brushed back Marissa’s bangs, "Yes; he’s polite and kind. I taught him the important virtues. Only problem living out here, there’s very few single females, so that’s why I wrote to the agency." Marissa polished off the meal and washed it down with a second tall glass of milk, "I look forward to meeting him, but something’s not clear in my head." Zola stood up and laughed, "The only thing not clear is why you’re not eating dessert."
Zola left the room for a few minutes and returned with pie and pudding. "I couldn’t make up my mind what to serve you, so I brought both. I gander you’re in need of both." Marissa was delighted, "Pie and pudding! That’s fantastic, thanks!" Marissa was so busy eating she failed to hear Zola tell her, "I hope you don’t mind, but you’re so undernourished I added some of my weight gaining formula to your meal." For a whole week Marissa just laid in bed and ate and ate and ate. She consumed a vast parade of food. Cheese and ham, bacon and bread, pie and pudding, potatoes and stew, noodles and crackers, ice cream and cake. Of course Zola would add a helping of her weight gain formula to speed up the effects.
One morning after breakfast Zola handed Marissa a faded cotton dress. "Get up Missy and I’ll show you around the house and the rest of the property." Marissa emerged out of bed for the first time in weeks, other than trips to the tiny bathroom next to her bedroom. Standing in the direction of the mirror, Marissa noticed the curvature of her small potbelly and how her thighs had filled out. Rubbing her belly, she turned sideways and planted her hand upon her cushy fuller posterior. Her rear had puffed outwards and had a natural circler shape. Closer inspection took Marissa’s eyes to her face and she tilted her head as her fingers traced the outline of a noticeable double chin. Looking downward Marissa saw that her bust size seemed to be marginally bigger and that a soft layer of fat covered her hips. Once Marissa slipped on her undergarments, she gently shook her soft protruding belly that slightly spilled over the elastic waistband. Zola returned to the bedroom and enquired what was taking her so long to get dressed. Marissa politely replied as she put on the cotton dress, "I don’t think I’ve ever looked this way in my entire life, I feel kind of different." Zola approached Marissa; "Well you probably come from a poor family my dear."
Marissa looked over her reflection again, her hands sliding over her hips, "Thanks for the dress it’s very nice." Zola wrapped her arm around Marissa’s waist, "I’m glad you like it. In a few weeks we’ll go shopping and pick you up enough of a wardrobe to stuff a closet." "A few weeks?” Marissa asked as she pinched a roll of fat that circled her waist. Zola grinned, "Yes Missy, I’d hate to take you shopping now, you’re going to get heavier." Marissa blinked, "I want to get heavier?" Zola explained as they left the bedroom, "Of course you do silly. Don’t you want to be attractive? Everyone knows skinny girls aren’t attractive." As Zola took Marissa on a tour of the house, Marissa asked, "Do you have a scale? I’m curious, how much do you think I weight?" Zola brought Marissa outside and showed her the barn and the pen where she kept the pigs. "Sorry Missy, I don’t own a scale, but looking at you, I imagine you’re in the neighborhood of roughly 140, maybe 145-pounds."
After the guided tour came to a conclusion, Zola informed Marissa of her chores. This included feeding the hogs, washing clothes, cleaning the house, making beds, cooking and a handful of other tasks. All of which were foreign to the spoiled wealthy Marissa. "I don’t know how to do any of those things!” Marissa shouted in distress. Zola took a step back, "What kind of mail order bride are you?" Marissa raised her eyebrows and giggled, "A very bad one." Zola chuckled as she shook her head, "Well then Missy, I suppose I’m going to have to teach you." Marissa grinned, "Fantastic! I’m willing to learn and I know I’m smart. I’m sure I even went to college." Marissa paused for a brief second as something formed in her mind. "College?” Marissa softy replied; though her train of thought was interrupted by Zola. "College, you? That’s doubtful. Coming from a poor family and not knowing basic household skills, I’d say if anything you dropped out of school and ended up working in some sweatshop to help your family make ends meet." Marissa shrugged her shoulders and followed Zola back into the house.
The days became weeks and Marissa’s behavior, appearance and attitude evolved into a version of herself she wouldn’t of recognized. After brief on the job training, Marissa divided up the chores with Zola. Marissa made breakfast and lunch while Zola would make dinner. Marissa cleaned the kitchen, did the laundry, made the beds. Cleaning the barn and helping with the pigs were also part of her duties. No longer high maintenance, Marissa just combed her hair back or put it in simple braids. She couldn’t care less about nail polish and cosmetic’s and went ala natural. Clothes weren’t such a big deal anymore either and just wore what Zola provided for her until they would eventually go shopping. Some of the items she actually liked, though most of the faded garments were older than she was. Though her associates back in Orange County California and even Marissa herself would in fact call this version of Marissa frumpy, she never thought of herself that way. Marissa’s appetite substantially increased and she quickly put on so much weight , Zola didn’t need to use the weight gain formula any longer. Marissa was no longer pressured to remain slim and almost continually ate. Between the weight gain formula, her enormous appetite and her mother’s genes, Marissa blossomed into a stunning big beautiful woman.
PART THREE: ON THE EDGE OF MATRIMONY
It was a month later and at five in the morning Marissa was not only out of bed, but also in the shower. This wasn’t the same Marissa who regularly slept until noon, but a different version of the former fashion princess who once worried about her weight. Now at 180-pounds, Marissa was more concerned about using the right fabric softener or what to make for breakfast. Her weight no longer mattered at all. Marissa oddly enough, felt normal about her size.
The cool water splashed upon her cute round face as she lathered her hands with soap. Marissa’s face was now overtly chubby with corpulent cheeks and distinct double chin. Marissa’s proceeded to wash her hair, which now roamed over her shoulders. Her husky upper arms slightly jiggled as she ran her hands through her hair. The water slashed over her large breasts and ran down her big belly. Marissa easily went up a cup size and her belly was soft and round. Marissa’s waist was spacious, lined with thick rolls and her wide hips were cushion by a layer of fat. Marissa washed her face and then took care of the rest of her body in short order. Marissa’s completely circular bubble butt was a smudge flabby and bounced over her extensively chunky thighs.
Out of the shower Marissa combed back her hair and got dressed. The sundress was yellow in color with red and green balloons over the fabric. It was a tight fit and showed off the major roll that swung over her thick waist as well as drawing attention to her ample bosom, pudgy belly and swollen behind. Leaving the bedroom Marissa entered the kitchen and promptly started breakfast. A true companionship formed between the ladies and Marissa felt at home with Zola. Marissa’s duties weren’t just chores anymore, but her role in the family. Something she freely accepted.
A while later the ladies consumed breakfast together and spoke of the day. "We’ll go shopping today Missy, buy you your own clothes", Zola cheerfully told her friend. Marissa smiled as she helped herself to seconds with the pancakes, "Fantastic! But first let me make the beds and run a load of clothes in the wash." Zola nodded, "Okay, sure. We’ll have to go grocery shopping too, you know?" Marissa blushed, "Yeah I know." Then she giggled; "I’ll finally get to meet Kevin."
Later that day the pair visited a used clothing store where Marissa picked out several different garments, including a polka-dot sundress and spandex slacks. After lunching at a greasy spoon diner, they were off to the grocery store and bought a variety of foods for Kevin’s first dinner with Marissa.
The next day Marissa cleaned the entire house and began cooking a large dinner to impress her husband to be. Under Zola’s watchful eyes, Marissa made roast beef, baked potatoes, a creamed noodles dish and various other tasty dishes including cherry pie. Marissa then took a shower and set her hair in a style that complimented her pretty face. Using just a dab of cosmetic’s, Marissa then got dressed. The polka-dot sundress looked smashing on her full figure, showing off her generous cleavage and large butt. Zola lent Marissa some earrings and a necklace to add to her resplendent appearance. Marissa was now good to go!
Kevin arrived home and kissed his mother on her cheek. Zola took her son by the hand and guided him into the kitchen. "There’s someone I’d like you to meet." Kevin smiled, "Really?" There Marissa stood behind the kitchen table, "Hello Kevin, I’m Missy. I’ve heard so much about you." Kevin blinked at the beautiful young lady who slowly pulled out a chair for him to sit. A warm smile formed on her sweet face, "Here Kevin, sit here as I serve you my delicious supper." Zola took it from there. "No Marissa, sit next to Kevin, I’ll handle the serving."
Kevin and Marissa spoke as they ate and later the conversation moved to the front porch where they continued the happy banter. The next few weeks flew by quickly and Marissa found her heart at ease in the company of such a nice young man. Kevin thought Marissa was special as well and found her to be utterly attractive. They played board games and cards, took long walks and even skinny-dipped together in the pond behind the house. Kevin never questioned Marissa’s life before ending up at the pig farm. He naturallly accepted that she was just a poor young lady in search of husband, thus becoming a mail order bride. Marissa enjoyed her role in her new family and marriage to Kevin was seriously discussed on more than one occasion. Marissa’s appetite continued to flourish and as she ate the foods she once would avoid, she put on another twenty-pounds.
Things were going quite well until one afternoon when a car pulled into the driveway. Zola watched as a nicely dressed middle age man approached her home. She could tell he was from the city by his snazzy looking tie and tailor made suit. "Excuse me ma’am, I was wondering if you could help me?” he politely asked in a voice booming with authority. As he made his way up the wooden steps he withdrew a photograph from out of his shirt pocket. Zola stood as she greeted the stranger, "I’m Zola Fogg, what can I do you for?" The stranger handed Zola the snapshot, "I’m special agent Murray of the FBI and I’m investigating the disappearance of a missing college student."
Zola immediately sat down as she glanced over the photograph. Agent Murray removed his sunglasses, "You recognize her?" "Oh my, yes", Zola remarked. Agent Murray pressed forwarded, "Do you happen to know her where a bout's ma’am? Her family is worried sick." Zola stood and waved agent Murray into her humble dwelling, "Actually she’s right here washing my kitchen floor." Zola lead Agent Murray into the kitchen where Marissa was on her hands and knee’s washing the kitchen floor. The frilly white blouse and blue spandex slacks amplified her chubby body, exposing her every pound. Marissa stood up, her big belly quivering like jell-o as she reached her feet. Agent Murray turned to Zola, "I think there’s a mistake, this isn’t the young lady in the photo." "No agent Murray, I made the mistake", Zola remarked as she walked over to Marissa and handed her the photograph. Marissa glanced over the photograph, "That’s me!"
Agent Murray grew agitated, "I’m here on official business ladies, I don’t have time for jokes." Marissa rushed over to agent Murray, her bubble butt bouncing as she moved. Agent Murray finally realized the resemblance after Marissa gave him various details about her life. "I’m Marissa Anderbaum from Orange county California. My dad is in the publishing business; my mom is the part time manager at an art gallery. I have an older brother and two older sisters." Agent Murray scratched his head, "I guess you’re Miss Anderbaum all right. But I never would have recognized you. You’re so much…” Agent Murray declined to continue with his observation of Marissa’s girth. Zola softly patted Marissa on her back, "I’m sorry Missy, I honestly thought...." Marissa interrupted Zola, "I think I better leave now." Zola quietly nodded and went to Marissa’s room and gathered her things. Agent Murray left to wait in his car as Marissa joined Zola. Taking a gander at her appearance in the mirror, Marissa’s hands roamed over her paunchy belly. "Oh my gosh, I’m so fat and frumpy now. I look simply awful." Zola slowly made tracks to Marissa, "Don’t ever think that, you look gorgeous." Marissa turned on Zola, "Yeah right! Look at you! You’re fatter than me, you would say that! Keep those damn clothes I’m out of here!"
Marissa flew out of the house and was about to enter the car as Zola caught up with her. "What should I tell Kevin?" Marissa looked downwards and bit her lip, "How about the truth." Returning her eyes back to Zola, Marissa continued, "Where I come from I don’t do housework! I have a maid who takes care of my every need." Marissa wiggled her well-fed body into the car. A tear slid down her puffy cheek, "For what’s it worth, I really did like your son. I’m sure one day the right girl will come around, but it isn’t me. I’m not a pig farmer’s wife." Marissa then turned to Agent Murray. "Let’s go, I hate this place." Zola stood in her driveway and watched the car vanish into the distance.
PART FOUR: OUT OF HER ELEMENT
Marissa returned home in distress. She deeply felt because her figure was ruin that her social life and college career was over as she knew it. Popular guys didn’t associate with heavy chicks, nor did her wealthy elitist girlfriends. Attending a school that flaunted its skills in the art of fashion was now out of the question. A fat girl would be the laughing stock at a college where trendy styles were a way of life. Even on her flight home, Marissa caught stares and heard giggles she was not accustom too. Marissa was used to guys checking her out and even accepted mild flirting. The looks she received were quite the reverse and not one guy even paused to say hello. Even the flight attendants seemed to treat the slender females differently. They mingled and made small talk with them. With Marissa they tossed her peanuts and acted as if it was a lot of trouble just to bring her diet cola. If she considered herself fat and frumpy looking before, the attitudes of many people only reinforced her feelings.
At home her family treated her no differently than before and even Sally stopped by to welcome her. Though Sally was extremely cordial, Marissa experienced the aura of superiority from her friend because she was now a big chick. It was Marissa’s first evening back in her lofty Orange County mansion and she was about to go to bed. She hated the nightgown that she burrowed from her mother and the fact she just polished off two sandwiches and was still hungry. Mabel saw that Marissa’s bedroom door was open and she decided to check in on her. "Can I get you anything Marissa?" Marissa looked at her maid and sarcastically replied, "How about a gallon of slim fast." Mabel approached Marissa and remarked with the unmistakable tone of tenderness in her voice, "I know you’re not happy with your appearance, but I think you still look beautiful." Marissa turned her face in the opposite direction and mumbled, "What do you know."
Mabel then explained that size has nothing to do with beauty or being attractive. Marissa turned her face back towards Mabel. "I’m supposed to be popular and attractive, look at me. Fat girls aren’t attractive or popular no matter what spin you put on it." Mabel then tried to reason with Marissa about the false standards that society has towards females, but Marissa had an answer for that too. "I’m a part of that society, I need to look a certain way, and it’s a matter of success! You think you would have been a maid if you were a size 4?" Mabel realized Marissa’s frustration and gently brushed back Marissa’s bangs with the palm of her hand. "That’s not fair baby. Your mom is successful and how about your sister Jenni? She’s a top-notch lawyer and a size 14 if I remember correctly."
Marissa squeezed a roll of fat that spread out over her undergarments; "I have certain standards that I can’t keep anymore. I’m supposed to wear trendy outfits and date cool guys. I’m sooo out of my league." Mabel tilted her head; "I hate the way you think young lady, but then why not drop the pounds?" Marissa hopped upon her bed, "Trust me Mabel, I’ve been thinking about that, but can I actually lose the weight? Like you know my mother can’t." Mabel stood with her hands over her wide hips; "Your mother never tried. You used to diet all the time, all you need to do is watch what you eat. You were successful before in maintaining your figure. Why not now? Maybe even join a gym?"
Marissa laughed which was a pleasant sound to Mabel’s ears. Patting her hefty tummy Marissa continued laughing, "I’m not going anywhere near a gym looking like this. I don’t want everyone thinking; look the fat girl wants to get in shape!" Mabel brought up working out at home and Marissa was keen on the idea. "Yeah, I can do that." The ladies spoke a while longer, less like employer and employee but more like friends. Mabel shut off the light and was about to leave the room as Marissa climbed into bed. Mabel stood in the doorway and after wishing Marissa goodnight added, "Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine." Marissa chuckled; "You haven’t lost any weight?" Mabel laughed as she shut the door and went to her room.
Friday evening after some encouragement from her mother she phoned her main guy Tanner Levy. Marissa did feel uncomfortable about seeing him due to her size, but thought some time spent with Mr. Numero Uno might help in motivating her to lose weight. After all he did tell say that he cared about her. Not a chance! He seemed so uninterested in Marissa as they spoke over the phone, she didn’t even bother to invite him over.
Saturday afternoon at the mall didn’t make things much better. It was an idea concocted by Mrs. Anderbaum and Sally. The plan was to check out the big beautiful woman’s shop at the mall to pick up some flattering items for Marissa to wear. Sally was keen on the venture. Even though she did have the sense of superiority over Marissa because of obvious reasons, she wanted to do the right thing and thought nice clothes would help Marissa feel better about herself. Marissa did find some nice garments, though she did miss wearing the trendy outfits that once showed off her figure. Sally encouraged her friend in selecting the items and even suggested a few hairstyles that would make her face appear less chubby.
While at the mall Sally wanted to check out the new line of fashions at the usually boutique they both were famous for visiting. As Sally wandered off to try on some slacks in the fitting room, a young slender saleswoman approached Marissa. Her short dark brown hair was in a preppy hairstyle that accented the high cheekbones of her pretty face and her figure looked chic in a peach colored silk blouse and khaki slacks. Marissa tried to ignore her as she frolicked through some dresses that she knew she couldn’t possibly fit into. However, she didn’t need to be reminded by some high maintenance saleswoman. Marissa moved a few racks over only to be followed by the saleswoman. Marissa who looked extremely well fed in a blue top and green sweats that she burrowed from Mabel, understood she was unwelcome in such a posh boutique. She was no longer a member of that clique.
"I’m sorry ma’am, but we haven’t anything available for plus size women, you might want to try K-mart", The saleswoman remarked in a condescending tone. Marissa nodded as she explained that she was waiting for her friend. The saleswoman acknowledged Marissa with a smile and then went about her business. Eventually Marissa chose to wait outside of the boutique for Sally after overhearing the snide remarks about her girth made by two young ladies. Marissa even felt uncomfortable as she stood in front of shop. Not only was window display full of items she didn’t have the figure for, but she caught a few unsavory looks from females entering the boutique.
Marissa had hit rock bottom. Instead of working out and dieting, she became bitter and angry. She rarely left her home and lounged around all day in sweats. Sally and a few other friends would visit her and invite her out, but Marissa preferred to stay at home. Marissa became envious of Sally and eventually dreaded seeing her. It bothered Marissa that Sally had a social life, regularly dated and was slender. The guys Marissa used to date never darken her door, no phone calls, no flowers, no flirting. Marissa’s appetite increased and so did her size.
Two months after arriving home Marissa’s weight reached 255-pounds. Her family, Mabel and Sally tried to build up her self-esteem, but in Marissa’s world fat chicks weren’t accepted. At least that’s what she felt in her heart. Mrs. Anderbaum decided to look in on her daughter one afternoon and discovered Marissa lying in bed, watching TV and eating chocolates. Marissa’s hefty size strained the fabric of the T-shirt and undies she wore. Her immense belly plunged forward over the waistband and her enormous thighs had barely any breathing room. Judy Anderbaum strolled into her elaborate bedroom and picked up her cell phone.
Marissa had informed her mother about Kevin. Speaking of his sweet nature and manners. Rambling about their long conversations and long walks. They’re skinny-dipping and how bashful he was as they shared their first kiss. Maybe he was the ticket to spring Marissa out from her lackluster existence. It took a while to find the Fogg pig farm but it was well worth it. Mrs. Anderbaum arranged for Kevin to phone Marissa from out of the blue. He called her that evening and it worked! They spoke for roughly two hours and even made plans to meet once his schedule was free.
Marissa’s attitude was changed for the better. Even though she rarely ventured outdoors unless she had to, her choice of attire was changed for the better and she wasn’t so jealous of Sally anymore. Matter of fact she would encourage Sally to visit her. Around the house she was much more pleasant to be around and instead of watching TV all day would actually help Mabel with the housework and on occasion even cook dinner. Her weight was no longer an issue either and ate as much as she liked, putting on an additional twenty-five pounds in the process. Kevin regularly would phone her a few days a week and their romance took up where it left off.
A month later Mabel strolled into the kitchen to make breakfast only to discover breakfast was already started by Marissa. Marissa stood over the store, her pretty face a glow and her blondish-red mane flowing over her shoulders. "Go a head and sit down, it’ll be ready in a minute", Marissa smiled. Mabel tilted her head and softly replied with a modest grin, "Thank you." The T-shirt Marissa wore looked uncomfortable on her excessively round 280-pound body, the short sleeves enhancing the size of her huge upper arms. Her big belly slightly peeked out over the pajama bottoms and so did a thick roll that circled her husky waist. The saddlebags of her gigantic thighs strained the cotton fabric of her pajama’s and her enormous bubble butt bounced in the air as she walked to the table.
The plate was piled high with pancakes and eggs, strawberries and bacon. "Bon appetit!", Marissa cheerfully remarked as Mabel looked up to her with pride. "You’re going to make some man very happy, you know that Marissa?" Marissa nodded her head, then took a slug of pancake batter from out of the carton. "Mabel blinked her eyes; "You know that’s pancake batter you drank, not milk?" Marissa wiped her mouth with her arm, "Yeah, I know." Grabbing her plate, Marissa joined Mabel at the table. "Kevin and me used to drink this all the time." Mabel giggled, "Wow! He really had a powerful influence on you. You never would even try my home made pudding." Marissa began eating her pancakes, "Yeah, I know. I kind of cheated myself there. You’re a rather ingenious chef." Mabel blushed; "I’m a chef now, am I?" Marissa spoke as she continued eating; "I have treated you so awful for more years than I can remember. I’ll never be able to tell you how sorry I am." Mabel responded with a humble voice, "That’s okay baby. Ignorance is something we’re all guilty of one time or another."
Mabel poured herself a glass of milk as she continued, "Anyways you’ve been a big help to me these last few weeks. You really don’t have to, you know?" Marissa smiled, "I just feel like helping." Mabel sipped her milk, "You’ve cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed the upstairs and done the laundry...." Marissa politely interrupted Mabel, "That reminds me, there’s already a load in the washer and I’ll put in another after breakfast." Mabel chuckled, "But I’m the maid." Marissa reached out and took Mabel’s hand, "No. You’re a part of my family."
Friday evening found Marissa in the living room with Sally. Sally dropped by on her way to a charity ball at their local country club to show off her gown and burrow a pair of diamond earrings. Sally looked exquisite. Her curly brown mane bouncing over her shoulders and her slender body perfectly filling out the dark green gown. Marissa handed Sally the earrings; "These will look fantastic on you!" Sally put on the earrings and glanced over her reflection in the mirror, "Ala perfection!" Sally then turned to her friend, "I wish you would have changed your mind and was going with me." Marissa reached over and touched the earrings, "Without a date, you kidding? Nah, formal engagements aren’t my thing anymore." Marissa took a step back, "Keep the earrings, they look beautiful on you." Sally hugged her friend, "Thank you, are you sure?" Marissa chuckled, "Yeah, I’m sure." Sally tightly squeezed Marissa then stepped back, "I really hate to run, but Palmer’s waiting in the limo."
Marissa walked Sally to the door, "That’s okay, Kevin’s going to be calling soon." Sally began teasing her friend, "Kevin; you’re sooo in love with Kevin!" Marissa giggled, ˜Knock it off." Sally skipped down the limestone stairs, "I’ll call you tomorrow, maybe we can do lunch?" A smile formed upon Marissa’s pretty face, dimples appearing on the corners of her chubby cheeks, "Sure, I’d like that." Mabel approached Marissa as she shut the door. "Maybe she should have gone to the ball princess? I know we could have found a gown that would have looked absolutely amazing on you." Marissa glanced over at her reflection in the mirror. Caressing her large belly she replied, "That’s not my thing anymore."
The telephone rang and as Mabel reached to answer it, Marissa beat her to it. It was Kevin. Mabel witness the happiness revealed by the glow on Marissa’s face and promptly left the room. Two hours later just as Marissa got off the phone, Mabel gave her some sound advice. "You have to follow where your heart leads you Marissa. You’ll never be happy otherwise." Marissa tilted her head; she understood exactly what Mabel meant.
ONE YEAR LATER: Zola sat on the porch in her rocking chair as Marissa handed her a glass of lemon aide. "Here, freshly made." Zola grinned at her future daughter in law, "Thank you Missy, you make fine lemon aide." Marissa was a true vision of beauty. Her long blondish-red mane curled over her shoulders and drew attention to her pretty face. "Dinners done and we can eat as soon as Kevin arrives home, "Marissa told Zola as she sat on the porch swing. Her sweet facial features were highlighted by just a dash of makeup.
Marissa kicked off her shoes and rocked in the swing as she shot the breeze with Mrs. Fogg. "You don’t regret coming back here?” Zola asked as sipped the lemonade. Marissa loudly laughed, "Nah, no way!" Since Marissa had returned to the farm, she managed to put on additional forty-pounds. Her chubbier checks and prominent double chin only added to the beauty of her appearance. Marissa looked up into the clear blue sky; "There’s no other place I’d rather be." Her 320-pound body was completely round, looking delicious in a brand new cotton gown she bought at K-mart. The gown with its short ruffle sleeves was teal in color, decorated with bright red roses and seemed minimized the size of her chunky upper arms and well-endowed bust. Marissa smiled at Zola, "The man I love lives here." Marissa’s enormous belly was completely circler in shape and her expansive waist was thick with love handles.
Marissa stood as Kevin’s car pulled into the driveway, scattering a few small pigs. The gown flowed over her wide hips and gigantic bubble butt that pushed upwards over her large husky thighs. As Kevin left his car, Marissa began walking down the wooded stairs, but stopped partway to look back at Zola. Marissa announced with her voice full of happiness, "I belong here." Then she ran into the arms of the love of her life. Zola Fogg smiled.
FINIS