PART ONE: A CHANGE OF PLANS
Libby poised in front of the mirror twisting her scantly clan body from side to side, checking out her newly acquired navel ring. She brought her hand up against her firm flat tummy and smiled. The olive skin beauty had long chocolate brown hair that flowed over her shoulders, highlighting her attractive oval shaped face. Adjusting her tube top, Libby took a step backwards from the mirror and glanced over her slender figure. "I’m good to go," Libby softly remarked as she took in her gorgeous reflection. The tube top showed off her ample bust as her shorts effectively drew attention to her lean thighs.
Elsewhere in the posh Manhattan apartment, Libby’s roommate and best friend, Renee Contriare just walked out of the shower and was getting dressed. The pink sundress tightly hugged her curvaceous figure, posting a nod to feminine elegance. Her wavy blond hair was set in a preppy hairstyle, perfectly framing her exquisite facial features, which dazzled with only the hint of cosmetics. Lying upon the sink was a copy of the trendy fashion magazine, "THE DISH", turned to page forty-five where there was an ad for panty hose featuring a snapshot of Renee. Renee waltzed into Libby’s bedroom and stood just inside the doorway as she packed for their venture to L.A. and to their goals. "You ready yet?"
Renee giggled as she stood with her arms folded over her breasts. Libby looked up from here underwear draw and smiled, "Almost."
The pair were fashion models, though at this time they mainly appeared in ads for swim wear and clothes, they felt Los Angles was the right stop to make on the road to success in the world of high fashion. Renee grinned, "You know like, the plane takes off in like, four hours."
Libby rolled her eyes; "You don’t have to remind me, k? I’ll be ready in a minute."
Renee chuckled, "In actual time or Libby time, which like equals, a half an hour."
Libby closed her suitcase; "We’d be in L.A. a couple of days sooner if we didn’t have to visit your aunt. What’s that about anyway?"
Renee glanced over her trim hourglass figure in the mirror, "My mom just wants me to see my aunt, and it’s not like, that big a deal. So we put our career on hold for a weekend, it’s not like we’re novices." Renee strolled over to her friend and continued, "We already have experience, you know? It’s not like we’re just arriving in L.A. and begging to be models."
Libby shook her head, "Right, but let’s hope the people in L.A. will accept our meager resumes. After all, appearing in an ad in Popular Mechanic’s for tools isn’t exactly the same thing as being on the cover of Vogue."
Renee giggled, "But like, you looked so cute!"
Libby titled her head and grinned, "I was wearing overalls!"
Once the luggage was packed, the ladies stood in the living room and went over their list not to forget anything. "Okay, we have our evening wear, afternoon wear, and sleep wear."
Renee chimed in, "We have our cosmetics, shoes and undergarments."
"I have our plane tickets and rent a car voucher," Libby added.
Renee then looked at Libby’s sweet face. "You did bring your glasses?"
Libby made tracks to the door; "I’m going outside to hail a cab."
Renee brought up her question again. "Did you bring your glasses?"
Libby turned and faced her friend, "Yeah, okay? But they’re so geeky looking."
Renee brought up their little mishap in the Bahamas last January, "Remember how you lost one contact? I mean like, I was out having a good time and you sat in doors listening to the radio."
Libby threw her hands into the air, "Okay, okay you don’t have to remind me. I was the one who wasted our whole vacation because of my vanity while you lounged around the resort with wealthy young men."
Renee shook her head; "I’m just looking out for you. You know this is going to be our big break."
Libby giggled as she strolled out of the apartment; "I’ll look so peachy if nerdy supermodels are in style."
PART TWO: WELCOME TO OAK VALLEY
Oak Valley California was only a short drive from Los Angles, a rather upper class community full of retired movie stars, doctors, lawyers and scientist. The homes were mainly ranch style dwellings, though a few dairy farms peeked out behind the large oak trees and lavish green grass. As the girls stopped for gas and directions, they marveled at the fact, how the town resembled an old Norman Rockwell painting of main street USA. The people by and far were courteous and cordial, making small talk and cheerful banter. Renee and Libby decided to grab a bite before driving the extended 45 minutes to Renee’s aunt home.
They entered the small family style diner with a help wanted sign attached to the door and received many happy smiles from the patrons and staff. Taking a seat at a quaint little table near the entrance, they were promptly greeted by the waitress. "Hello, I’m Piper, what can I start you ladies off with?" Piper’s black hair was neatly set in a ponytail which drew the hair away from her gorgeous round face and her light blue uniform flattered her thick 175-pound body. Barely twenty-five years old, she had an easygoing nature and down to earth qualities. Libby looked up at Piper, "Two diet cola’s please." Piper smiled, "Of course, I can tell you two watch your figures. On our menu we have low fat specials, so don’t be shy." Renee shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, okay."
The girls ordered their low fat meals and while they indulged, Piper took a seat and joined them. "You two from L.A.?" Libby blushed, "No, actually from New York City." Piper pointed to the help wanted sign, "If you’re looking for work, we can use the help." Renee smiled, "Actually we’re like, fashion models, but thanks any way." Piper nodded as Libby explained what they were doing in Oak Valley. "We’re going to visit Renee’s aunt before going to Los Angles." Piper leaned in, her elbows on the table, "Who’s your aunt?" Renee smiled, "Emma Martini, why? Do you know her?" Piper leaned back into her chair and straighten out her uniform, "Sure I know her. She comes in her quite often. She’s well to do and very sociable." Renee tilted her head, "Yeah that’s my aunt." Piper gently dangled her ponytail with her fingers; "My husband and I had dinner with your aunt, oh about a year ago." Piper giggled as she continued, "I was such a foolish young lady then. I had dreams of becoming a pop singer, can you believe that?" Libby smiled, "And that’s foolish because?" Renee scanned Piper’s girth before kicking Libby’s leg under the table. Piper stood and casually remarked before waiting on a few more customers, "I’ve found my place, why be something I’m not."
Once Piper was away from the table, Renee quietly told her friend, "You didn’t want to insult her? Can’t you see, she’s like too fat to be a pop singer?" Libby chuckled as she sipped her diet cola, "I was just asking why that would be foolish to pursue." Renee cautioned Libby, "That’s my aunt’s friend, so be nice." Libby’s eyes grew wide, "Huh? I’m nice. I was just curious, that’s all." Upon finishing their meals and paying their check, Piper escorted them to the door, "Give my best to your aunt and if that modeling deal doesn’t pan out, you’re welcome to work here." The door shut and the help wanted sign gently bounced against the glass.
The estate of Dr. Emma Martini might have once been a comfortable farmhouse and barn, but now it reeked of style and grandeur. It had perfectly trimmed bushes decorating the sides of the house and the front porch had a magnificent canopy. The females hurried up the stairs and upon reaching the door, Dr. Martini greeted them. The 45-year old Dr. Martini was a short 5’2, chubby 200-pound woman dressed in a lavender silk blouse and gray skirt, partially covered up by her white lab coat. Her short light brown hair was in a professional hairstyle and her soft, round face was very pretty. Dr. Martini earned several degrees from major university’s, mainly in biology, physiology, histology, and cytology. Receiving a grant from Northwestern University to study nano-technological cell repair, Dr. Martini turned her barn into a laboratory. Dr. Martini’s mannerism and voice echoed with authority and her stride was nothing less then elegance.
Renee cheerfully introduced her friend; "This is my partner in crime, Libby Kaplan." Dr. Martini peered over her trendy glasses as she shook Libby’s hand, "Welcome to Oak Valley, Libby. I suppose you’re a model too?" Libby smiled, "Yeah that’s right." Placing her arm around Renee’s tiny waist, Libby playfully pulled her friend into her space, "Like Renee, I’ve done some local work in New York, but we’re going to make it big out here on the west coast." Dr. Martini grinned as she invited the ladies inside, "Oh Libby, I think you’ll become very big." Renee chuckled, "Like, see all the support we have already!"
Once in the living room Dr. Martini served the ladies ice tea and joined them for some pleasant conversation. "You’ll have to excuse the place; my maid is on vacation." Renee blinked, "Wow, then who helps you around the house? Like, we only have a part time maid, you know, like twice a week. But I’d be lost without her; I can’t even manage my laundry." Dr. Martini sipped her ice tea, " Is that a fact?" Renee’s voice sparkled with enthusiasm, "Once we become supermodels; I’m going to have a full time staff!"
Dr. Martini’s fingers traced the edge of her glass, "Tell me dear and please, I hope I’m not being too bold, but are there any men in your life? A significant other perhaps?" Renee tilted her head as she played with a strand of hair; "We date quite often, but nobody particular." Libby spoke up as she reclined in the soft big cushions of the sofa, "I can assure you Dr. Martini..." Dr. Martini politely interrupted Libby, "No need to be so formal my dear, Emma or auntie Em is just fine." Libby nodded, then continued, "We only date quality men. Bankers and lawyers. Being a model is privy to a certain class of men that most women never date." Renee picked up where her friend left off, "Yeah, we have high standards. Like, that’s what being a model is all about. You know? Poise and finesse." Dr. Martini nodded, "I understand my dear. Your mother sent me a couple of the advertisements you posed for. One was from THE DISH and I believe the other was for a health club?" Renee bubbly replied, "That’s right, for an upper class work out center. You know, one designed especially for the rich and famous." Renee turned to Libby, "Just like we’re going to be. No cheap storefront places for us to workout ."
Dr. Martini paused for a moment after taking another sip of ice tea, then informed Renee in a gentle tone, "Your mother is rather concerned about you, Renee. She’s afraid you’re becoming increasingly materialistic." Renee ran her hand through her hair; "Oh she’s such a worrywart. I’m fine." Dr. Martini only needed to look over her glasses for Renee to spill her guts. "So what’s the big deal if I want the finer things in life. I’m young, beautiful and sexy. I have the looks, why not use them to my advantage." Dr. Martini stood up; "The finer things in life can mean many things. This includes a husband and happy home to manage." Renee laughed; "I’m not exactly that kind of girl. Like I said, I can’t even manage my laundry. I’m sorry auntie Em, but I’m just not housewife material." Dr. Martini grinned, "That’s fair enough my dear. I won’t try to sway your mind." Renee nodded, a smile forming upon her exquisite face, "Thank you. I appreciate that."
Dr. Martini pointed to the direction of the grand staircase, "Why not get settled in. There are two bedrooms upstairs and a bathroom. I’ll have dinner ready at six, so that’ll give you plenty of time to freshen up." Renee walked over to her aunt, "Um, like we’re on special diets, okay? Nothing fried or fatty. But other than that, we’ll be perfect houseguests." Dr. Martini nodded as she observed her niece’s slim figure; "A few extra calories wouldn’t hurt you my dear, you‘re so slender." Renee giggled, "Thanks, but I have an hourglass shape, I don’t need all the sand going to the bottom." Dr. Martini removed her glasses, "Right, so I see. I suppose I can serve you two glamorous young ladies something low fat." Libby harped in on the conversation, "That’ll be peachy, thanks."
Dr. Martini glanced over to Libby; "I want only the very best for my niece and you." Turning her attention back to Renee, Dr. Martini asked, "How long do you plan to visit?" Renee looked over to Libby for her okay, then replied, "A few days. We want to be in L.A. by Monday." Dr. Martini gently patted Renee on the side of her face, "I have a special surprise for you my dear that I’ll share with you over dinner." Renee raised her eyebrows, "Wow, cool!" Dr. Martini strolled towards the back door; "I must get back to my research. I converted my barn into a lab, should you need anything and I doubt you will, I’ll be in there."
Six O’clock rolled around and the three ladies engaged in hearty conversation while enjoying a nice dinner. Dr. Martini served the girls a wonderful salad with low fat French dressing, vegetable soup, a sliced tomato and onion dish with green beans on the side. Dr. Martini had a steak and baked potato, remarking in a humorous tone of voice; "I’m not dieting." The girls buzzed a mile a minute about their modeling careers, vibrant smiles planted on their beautiful faces as they spoke with enthusiasm. Dr. Martini brought up Libby’s navel ring and Libby playfully tapped her firm tummy. "I’m glad you like it. It’s kind of sexy, don’t cha think?" Libby took a modest helping of green beans and added, "I was thinking about getting my nose pierce next." Dr. Martini smiled and replied in a sophisticated demeanor, "I find it anomalous the taste of this generation in its form of self-expression. Our primitive ancestors left the forests to become civilize and yet our instincts bring back our primitive behavior." Renee blinked, "Wow that’s pretty heavy."
Dr. Martini sipped her glass of red wine, "Really dear? Isn’t it our natural instincts to nurture and care for our dwellings? Though your interest lies in a modeling career, within your inner self is the natural desire to breed and take care of a happy home." Libby enjoyed a bite size portion of the green beans, then asked, "Are you a Psychologist?" Dr. Martini replied with a chuckle, "Heaven’s no Libby. Psychology is just a hobby of mine." Dr. Martini took another sip of wine, then explained in detail. "I’m a medical Doctor. My field is in cell growth and the repairing of damage tissue. I’m working on cell repair and the manipulations of body tissue through nano-technology. Microscopic robots that can repair human organs. My work has been rewarding thus far in my humble opinion." Renee scratched the back of her head, "That’s like, too advance for me to understand." Dr. Martini glanced at her niece as a smile blossomed on her face, "You’ll get the picture in due time."
Libby brought up the Comment Dr. Martini made about the natural instinct to nurture, "Are you saying that all females have a desire to become mothers and to tend to chores around the house?" Dr. Martini raised her eyebrows, "Actually take my niece for example. Look at her wide child baring hips, her generous breasts, she’s an excellent example of her natural role in life." Renee’s hands fell to her hips, "My hips aren’t that wide? I have an hourglass figure that’s all." Dr. Martini scrutinized Libby’s body, "On top you’re in the same league as my dear niece, though you’re hips aren’t as wide. I know the right diet would fill you out in no time. After all, you’re both extremely undernourished."
Libby was extra polite as she disagreed, "No disrespect intended, but I think Renee and I are in fabulous shape." Dr. Martini remarked, "The feminine shape is supposed to be full bodied...." Renee interrupted her aunt, "Hey, like this conversation is going no where. We’re not going to find common ground, so can you please tell me about my surprise?" Dr. Martini obliged, "I thought you might want to take a look see around our beautiful community, so I arranged for a nice young man to escort you tomorrow evening." Renee paused as she was about to taste the tomato and onion dish, "Huh? You set me up on a blind date?"
Dr. Martini tilted her head, "You’ll find Ian’s company rather rewarding, and he’s such a diligent young man. Ian’s tall and handsome. His family owns one of the last dairy farms in our community." Renee turned to Libby, "Oh my gosh, I’ve been set up on a date with a farmer." Dr. Martini could tell by Renee’s reaction that she wasn’t at all pleased with her aunt’s choice for a chaperon. "Renee, your materialistic standards are impairing your common sense. Ian is a charming, thoughtful young man." Renee pouted as she folded her arms over her breasts; "Do I have to meet him?" Dr. Martini stood as she informed her niece, "You don’t have a choice."
Dr. Martini then invited the girls to join her for a glass of wine in the living room. "One glass of wine won’t ruin your beauteous figure ladies. Meet me in the living room as I pour you each a glass and we’ll continue with our provocative conversation." Once the young ladies left the dining room, Dr. Martini went into the kitchen. Upon pouring the wine into a pair of crystal glasses, Dr. Martini took a vile of clear colored liquid from out of her cabinet and added the contents into the wine." Dr. Martini entered the living room and grinned, "You’ll enjoy these ladies." The girls stood as Dr. Martini handed them each a glass. "Gather round me ladies for a toast", Dr. Martini announced with bravo in her voice. Her eyes glancing over the adorable figures of her houseguests, a wide smile forming on her lips, "Here’s to a big life!" The glasses brushed together and then the ladies sipped their wine.
PART THREE: EXPANDING FUTURE
After a long night of stimulating conversation, the girls headed off to bed. Morning arrived and both were ill. They felt feverish, nauseous and had mild cramps. Headaches soon followed with dizziness. Dr. Martini stood above her niece soaked in sweat. "I’ll call Ian and postpone your date." Renee swung over on her side and pointed her eyes towards her aunt. "Oooooh. Why do I feel soooo...sick?" Dr. Martini calmly assured her niece, "My dear you’ve come down with some kind of bug. Not to worry, I’ll give you and Libby the best of care." Renee lifted her head off the pillow, "Libby’s sick....too?" Dr. Martini nodded, "Huh huh, that’s right. I don’t expect either one of you will be in Los Angles by Monday." Renee’s head sunk back into the pillow as she sarcastically remarked "Oh, fantastic."
Dr. Martini took blood samples and returned to her lab. While Rene’s cells were mutating effectively, Libby’s cells barely changed at all. Dr. Martini leaned back into her big leather chair, sipped her tea, and then returned to her microscope. Dr. Martini hypothesized that Libby must have an enzyme that protected her cells from being mutated. Returning to Libby, Dr. Martini took another sample of blood. Back at her Lab, Dr. Martini was fast at work in discovering this enzyme and figuring out how to erase it. She surmised that since Libby did become ill, the enzyme blocked the mutation of cells as her body began to absorb the nano-bites that entered her system. Dr. Martini needed to find a way to alter the enzyme and in effect cause the mutation of her cells.
The next day Libby recovered, but Renee was still semi ill. Renee’s fever was gone, but still felt sluggish and lightheaded. Libby sat on the edge of Renee’s bed, "Are you sure you don’t want me to wait until you’re feeling better, then we could venture to L.A. together?" Dr. Martini stood outside of the door, listening to the entire conversation. Renee yawn and scratched her tummy, "Nah, go on without me. Once I feel better, I’ll join you." Libby stood and tilted her head, noticing Renee’s fuller looking face. "Well I’m not going to make any appointments without you. We’re a team." Libby considered Renee’s softer facial features for water weight and discarded any thoughts of weight gain.
Dr. Martini entered the room and wrapped her arm around Libby’s shoulders. "Libby, I think that’s an excellent idea. Let Renee stay here and get some rest while you check on modeling agencies. I’m sure Renee will feel better by week’s end and you can return here and retrieve her." Caution upon her face, Libby asked her buddy, "Would that be okay with you?" Renee nodded as Dr. Martini playfully tapped Libby’s behind. "Sure, it’s fine. Now go into the kitchen sweetie. I don’t want you to leave here on an empty stomach, so I made you a pitcher of orange juice and a fruit plate." Libby acknowledged the kind gesture with a smile and went to the kitchen. Dr. Martini grinned, for she had added nano-bites into the orange juice to be gradually released over time, this way, they would fool the enzymes.
Libby made tracks to Los Angeles that afternoon and the following morning, Renee was out of bed and feeling much better. Renee’s face was still puffy and her figure bloated; though she was barely five pounds heavier. However at the kitchen table, she ate unusually well. Polishing off 2 eggs and a stack of pancakes, Renee marveled at her huge appetite and the forbidden food she hadn’t eaten in years. "Gosh auntie Em, I almost forgot what egg taste like." Dr. Martini poured her niece a large glass of whole milk, "Want seconds?" Renee giggled, a wide smile forming upon her exquisite face, "Like, that’s so tempting. But I better not." Dr. Martini handed Renee the glass of milk and asked if she was sure. Renee sipped the milk and after burping replied, "Yeah, I think so. I really need to look my best."
Dr. Martini took a seat, "Speaking of looking your best, I arranged for Ian to escort you around our community this evening, so why not let me treat you to a haircut and something nice to wear?" Renee questioned her aunt, "Why? My hair looks perfect and I’ve a whole wardrobe of stylish clothes with me." Dr. Martini peered over her eyeglasses, "Remember you’re going out with a farmer. Your preppy hairstyle and trendy attire might intimidate him. Let’s downplay your appearance just a tad. You wouldn’t want to make that dear boy feel uncomfortable." Renee shrugged her shoulders, "I guess? But wouldn’t he be flattered going out with like, an authentic model?" Dr. Martini reached over and glided her hand over Renee’s delicate face, "Perhaps, if he knew you were a fashion model. I told him you were just visiting from New York; I didn’t bother to mention your occupation. So please Renee, humor me and I promise you won’t regret it." Renee nodded, "Yeah, okay."
The hours buzzed by and before she new it, Renee was relaxing in a chair at The Neat Cuts Beauty Saloon. The beautician was a chubby young gal with a pink punk hairdo and wearing a black T-shirt and khaki slacks. At almost 250-pounds her big belly shook as she moved, a large roll of fat hanging over the waistband of her slacks, her chunky upper arms wiggling. "So what’s it going to be?", she cheerfully asked. Before Renee could reply, Dr. Martini told the beautician what she wanted. Upon hearing the Doctor’s request, the beautician went to work.
Renee noticed a photograph on the mirror of a slim young lady and asked, "Whose that?" The Beautician smiled, "That’s me. I was Broadway bound you might say, but somehow I changed my mind and instead of hairstyling for the stars, I decided to remain here." Dr. Martini nodded, "Wise choice Heather." Heather replied with a giggle, "Yeah, I think so. But I was so slim back then, huh?" Heather gently rubbed her swollen belly, "My beau and I had dinner by your aunts sometime ago, and now I’m married with two children, funny how time flies." Dr. Martini asked the beautician, "You’re happy with your decision, right Heather?" Heather ran a comb through Renee’s hair, "Sure am. Gosh, why would I ever want to leave here?"
Once the haircut was finished, Renee’s ash blond hair was short and parted on the side. Heather giggled, "So, what do you think?" Renee scrutinized her new hairstyle, how it slightly dangled over her ears and accented the roundness of her face. "I like it!", Renee happily remarked. Dr. Martini then took Renee to Wal-Mart where they picked out a white T-shirt and name brand jeans. "You like you’re choices?", Dr. Martini asked. Renee looked over the items, "They’re not my usual style, but what the heck. Out here I’m just a simply country girl."
Dr. Martini pulled into the parking lot of the family diner, "How about some lunch? My treat." Renee’s fingers slid across the minor double chin that seemed to appear out of nowhere, "I’m not sure? I mean, like I’m so hungry, but I feel kind of funny. Maybe I shouldn’t." Dr. Martini reasoned with her niece, “You’ve just gotten over an illness. A little nourishment will bring your recovery up to speed." Renee smiled; "I am like, starving. Sure." Once inside the diner, Piper promptly waited on them. "Auntie Em, I can’t explain it, but I have such a taste for a cheeseburger and fries." Dr. Martini smiled, "Then order it." Renee giggled, "Okay, but don’t tell Libby. She’d get on my case."
Dr. Martini proceeded to order for her niece, "Two double cheeseburgers, and a large fri, apple pie and a milk shake." Renee blushed, "You read my mind." Then she turned to Piper, "Make that a large milkshake, with extra whip cream!" As the pair ate, Renee noticed a young mom enter the diner with children in tow. Renee pouted, "Oh, I want a family just like that." Dr. Martini tilted her head, "What about your modeling career?" Renee popped a handful of fries into her mouth, "Yeah I know. I’m starting to have doubts about becoming a model." Renee explained as she devoured her lunch, " What if I’m told my hips are like, too wide? Or we can’t land a peachy gig at a prestigious agency?" Dr. Martini smiled, "You’ll figure out your priorities in due time sweet heart." Renee nodded, and then enjoyed her pie and milkshake.
Once back at her aunt’s place, Dr. Martini politely mentioned to Renee, "Since my maid’s on vacation, my laundry’s been piling up, I wish I had the time to wash clothes." Renee reached for a box of cookies as she told her aunt, "I could do your laundry if you want." Dr. Martini grinned, "Are you sure?" Renee buzzed with enthusiasm, "Yeah; it’ll be fun!" Renee took care of the laundry and even spruced up the house like it was second nature to her. At six o’clock Renee was looking sharp in her fruit of the loom, white T-shirt and name brand blue jeans. Renee barely used any cosmetics at all and went without any jewelry. Dr. Martini noted to herself, her niece looked less materialistic, more like the All-American girl next door. Ian arrived on time and after proper introductions were made via Dr. Martini, Renee went out with him for the evening.
Ian Thorne was a tall, handsome young man with jet-black and a square jaw. Looking much more like a lumberjack than a dairy farmer, Ian was casually dressed in a rusty colored short sleeve shirt and jeans. Though Renee was attracted to Ian’s good looks, it was his first class manners and genial nature that enchanted her. First Ian took Renee on a ride along the coast, showing her the various homes where retired celebrities lived, then into town where he pointed out the various antique shops, local historical sites and bowling alley. Finally Ian brought Renee to an amusement park where they rode a few rides and later shot darts.
Taking a seat on a bench near the merry go round and food court, Ian politely asked his date, "Would you care for a treat? Ice cream perhaps?" A wide smile surfaced onto Renee’s sweet face, "Oh man, yeah. I feel so hungry right now, like it isn’t funny." Ian sat down along side of Renee and brushed his hand through her hair, "How about a chilidog? They serve the best chilidogs in all of California here." Renee shook her head, "Cool. Two chilidogs and a large fri." Ian stood up, "You’re not too bashful with your appetite, I admire that in a woman." Renee blushed, "Aw thanks." She then giggled, "After the chilidogs I think some ice cream would be in order." Ian stood, his eyes settling upon Renee’s beauty, "As you wish."
Mean while in L.A., Libby had just arrived back to her motel room. She had a long day setting up interviews at quite a few modeling agency’s and thought she deserved the pizza she brought back to the motel. Pizza was on her list of foods to avoid, but what could one medium size sausage pizza with extra sausage hurt? Dressed uncharacteristically in a checkered flannel shirt and sweats, Libby hopped on her bed, turned on the TV and indulged. Even though she did acquire five interviews for later in the week, a couple of places refused to grant her an interview. One agency even thought she was there to apply for a job as secretary. Maybe she should have worn her contacts instead of her nerdy looking glasses she surmised. Maybe she could have dressed flashier or done something with her hair, which looked a little undone.
Libby shrugged her shoulders and took a big bite out of her first slice. Little did she realize that her facial features were a smudge softer and upon the bridge of her nose, a small bump was in development. Libby was also unaware that her body lacked the firmness she had before leaving New York City. Libby polished off the entire pizza along with a two-liter of cola as if it was her natural habit.
Next Morning back in Green Oaks, Renee woke up buzzing with happiness. Wrapping her mildly plump body in a bathrobe, Renee proceeded into the kitchen and joined her aunt for breakfast. Dr. Martini saw how Renee’s face was indeed rounder with fuller features and a slightly wider double chin. "Have a nice time last night?", Dr. Martini asked as she planted a plate of food in front of her niece. Renee laughed as she began laying the butter thickly over her pancakes, "Oh yeah! Big time! Ian is like, the best guy I ever met!" Dr. Martini smiled, "Oh really?" Pouring a large dose of syrup on the pancakes, Renee remarked, "Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I do." Dr. Martini watched Renee as she wolf downed the pancakes, "I’m a woman of science My dear, love at first sight is a myth to me. But as long as you’re happy, I’m happy for you." Renee gulped down a glass of whole milk, then continued eating.
After Renee finished the pancakes, she had a modest portion of ham and eggs, followed by a few chocolate donuts. After Renee enjoyed her huge breakfast, she willing did the dishes and then got dressed for the day. The pink top and jeans Renee wore revealed the ten pounds that she put on over night. Her bust was a tad larger and her formerly flat tummy had a noticeable pouch. Her hips, thighs and butt controlled the majority of her weight, the tell tale signs that her hourglass figure was becoming pear shaped. Renee wasn’t the least bit concerned about her snug fitting garments and even giggled as she pinched a soft roll that circled her waist. Renee volunteered to clean the bathroom and her aunt delightfully complied.
A few more chores followed and Renee was in the middle of starting lunch when she received a phone call from Ian. Once off the phone Renee was full of giggles, "Ian asked me to the movies Saturday night! Isn’t that cool!" Dr. Martini smiled, "Seems you’ve made quite an impression on that dear boy. But aren’t you supposed to be in Los Angles in a few days." Renee sat down and began eating a carrot stick, "Yeah I guess." Renee pouted as she devoured the carrot stick, then reached for a few cookies; " I’m starting to think this modeling career is like, not for me, you know?" Renee gobbled up a couple of cookies as her aunt listened, "I mean like, constantly dieting and having to look a certain way. I’m not sure I’m up to that." Dr. Martini walked over to her niece and helped her up from the chair, "I think you’ve made an excellent choice my dear. I do think a few more alterations are in order, so let’s get busy." Renee curiously grinned, "Alterations?" Dr. Martini led Renee towards the bedroom, "Let me put you to bed and I’ll bring you your lunch. You want to look especially nice for Saturday night, don’t you?" Renee nodded with a soft chuckle, "Yeah, okay." Dr. Martini calmly told Renee, "Then you’ve going to be spoiled by me the next few days. All you’re going to do is eat and rest." Renee blinked, "But I was going to wash your windows this afternoon." Dr. Martini laughed, "The windows can wait."
CHAPTER FOUR: THE SHAPE OF IMPROVEMENT
Over the next few days Renee laid in bed and continually ate. The nano-bites went to work on her body and thought process. Accelerating her weight gain and adjusting her behavior. Renee wasn’t brain washed; it was her domestic wants taking charge over her materialistic desires. Wearing sexy garments was no longer as important as just looking nice. A modest hairstyle that flattered her pretty face replaced the need for a preppy style that was much too grandiose for a girl next door. A career parading on runways and in front of photographers no longer attracted her. Renee wanted the simple life with the man of her dreams.
It was late in the evening when Libby returned to Green Oaks. Her long chocolate brown hair lacked luster and her face looked fuller. The black frame glasses made her look a little nerdy and the bump on the bridge of her nose was more noticeable. "How have you been Libby?", Dr. Martini asked. Libby bounced onto a chair and whined, "I’m feeling so sluggish and hungry. I’m battling the urge to eat, but that’s all I can think about. What happening to me?"
Libby’s figure was bloated and looked uncomfortable in a tank top and sweats. Her tummy protruded outwards and small roll of fat lingered over her hips. Her thighs looked a bit thicker and her upper arms a little flabby. Libby had only gained fifth -teen pounds, but without the firm muscle tone, looked heavier. Dr. Martini smiled, "What happen to your belly button ring?" Libby squeezed her soft tummy, "You know, for some odd reason; I’m not interested in wearing it anymore." Dr. Martini knew that nano-bites finally worked. The nano-bites influenced Libby’s bodily changes and programmed her mental state in the same manner as Renee’s. Once the nano-bites served their purpose in the modification of metabolism, body shape and cogitation, they would be safely flushed out of the system.
Dr. Martini invited Libby into the kitchen "Why not join me for a glass of milk and a slice of cherry pie? Renee just made it this afternoon." Libby blinked, "Renee bakes? Since when?" Dr. Martini chuckled, "Oh my, Renee never realized her vast quantity of skills. She’s remarkably at home in the kitchen." Libby eased herself out of the chair and joined Dr. Martini at the kitchen table. "I really shouldn’t doctor, if I start, I might not be able to stop", Libby remarked as she watched Dr. Martini open the fridge and remove the pie and milk. Dr. Martini served her guest a large slice of pie and a tall glass of whole milk. Libby humorously inflated her cheeks before pouncing on the pie. As Libby stuffed her face, Dr. Martini inquired about Los Angles. Libby paused for a minute to wipe her mouth then replied after slugging down the milk, "It started out beautiful, but after a while, I made fewer stops at modeling agency’s and more stops at fast food restaurants. A couple of agency’s even refused to see me and I just took out my disappointed in food. After a while, I found it difficult to control my appetite, so I came back here."
Dr. Martini pressed on with the questions as Libby continued to eat, "How did that make you feel?" Libby spoke as she gobbled up a generous portion of pie, "I was so insulted, one trendy chick just smiled at me and said, I’m not the type. Gosh, can you imagine that?" Dr. Martini got up from the table and brought Libby a gallon of ice cream, "I meant about your appetite." Libby’s eyes grew wide as she focused on the ice cream, "I never cheat on my diet, so I figured why not indulge in a little extra food." Libby hurriedly finished the pie, then began on the ice cream, "Then I realized I was overeating and that’s something that never happens to me."
Dr. Martini reclaimed her seat, "Maybe you always had this vigorous appetite and it resurfaced when you lost you’re desire in modeling." Libby spoke with a mouthful of ice cream, "What do you mean?" Dr. Martini smiled, "Be honest, do you really think you look like a fashion model? Yes, you’re pretty, but aren’t fashion models delicately built with sparkling faces and wavy hair?" Libby shrugged her shoulders, scooping up another helping of ice cream, "Maybe with a little make up and if I watch my weight." Dr. Martini grew serious as she watched Libby devour the ice cream, "Dieting is rather hard for you to do and forget about cosmetics. You have a more natural look with your soft features. Models need only to apply a small portion of makeup to amplify their looks."
Libby started to feel awkward and began eating faster, "Maybe you’re right, models are glamorous. With this nose and these glasses, I’m kind of plain." Dr. Martini tilted her head, "Not plain my dear, but average looking. You are pretty; just not fashion model pretty." Libby smiled, "Thank you." Dr. Martini told Libby, "Renee’s out on a date with her beau, once you’ve finished your ice cream you better be off to bed." Libby nodded, "Yeah, I could use the sleep. But I wanted to visit Renee; will she be out late?" Dr. Martini informed Libby, "There’s no way to tell. But we’ll get you to bed and first thing in the morning you can spend some time with her before we take you for your job interview." Libby blinked, "Job interview?" Libby enjoyed another large scoop of ice cream as Dr. Martini explained, "The diner in town is looking for a waitress. Isn’t that more the ideal career for a girl like you, than modeling?" Libby glanced over her upper arms and giggled, "Yeah, that occupation is more natural for my body type." "Now hurry along and finish the ice cream. You’ll get a decent night rest and tomorrow you’ll be surprised at the shape your in." Libby raised her eyebrows, "Huh?" Dr. Martini stood and refilled Libby’s glass; "You’ll have a new out look on life." Libby reached for the glass of milk and grinned, "I’m feeling better already."
Still feeling sluggish as she opened her eyes, Libby needed to be encouraged by Dr. Martini to get out of bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging at the elastic waistband of her excessively tight Gucci underwear, Libby pouted, "I feel so rundown." Libby barely put on ten pounds, but felt like she weighed a ton. "A hearty breakfast will pick up you, Libby", Dr. Martini confidently remarked. Libby’s face was much fuller and her body even more bloated. "I could really use something to eat", Libby smiled. Her small potbelly dangled over her tight underwear and her once firm thighs were very flabby. Dr. Martini handed Libby a nightgown; "Renee has prepared you a delicious breakfast. You can visit with her while eating, then we’ll see about your new job." Libby slowly got to her feet and put on the bathrobe, "Right. I’m applying for a waitress position at the Green Oaks family diner." Libby giggled as Dr. Martini led her out of the room, "I think I’m going to like being a waitress."
Libby entered the kitchen and looked over at Renee who was busy over the stove. Renee’s soft pear shaped figure was meticulously dressed in a powder blue shirt, worn loose, the tails flowing over her wide womanly hips and resting upon her generous behind and khaki slacks that tightly spread over her roomy thighs. Renee’s round face was very cute, dimples forming on her chubby cheeks as she smiled, "Good morning sleepy head." Libby took a seat, scrutinizing Renee’s beautiful 175-pound body. Libby closed her eyes for a second; unsure if Renee had piled on the weight over the last week or if this was exactly the way she always looked.
Renee laid a plate over filled with bacon and eggs, hash browns and biscuits in front of Libby. Libby opened her eyes and looked to her friend with a happy grin, "Thanks, I’m so hungry." Renee brought to the table her own breakfast as well and joined her friend. Libby scooped up a bite size portion of scramble eggs on a biscuit, "I never knew you could cook?" As Libby consumed the biscuit covered egg, her sub-conscious thought was reprogram and she never question Renee’s or even her own girth ever again. The nano-bites reshaped their identities and to the best of their recollection, they were former second-rate fashion models who decided upon less celebrated careers.
Libby giggled as she nibbled on some crisp bacon, "You really know your way around the kitchen." Renee tilted her head, "Aw, thanks. I really appreciate that." Renee sipped her large glass of whole milk and then described her relationship with Ian as she gobbled up her breakfast. Renee was enthusiastic as she spoke about her beau and new station in life. Besides helping her aunt around the house, Renee got a part time job at the local supermarket and Ian was teaching her all about raising dairy cattle. Libby was wide eyed as she listened, just eating as Renee went into details about her life. Libby leaned back in her chair, "Your relationship with Ian looks promising, don’t cha think?" Renee scratched her big belly, then smiled, "Yeah I think so. He’s like, the most thoughtful man I ever met."
Libby finished the last bite of food on her plate, "Think I can have a second helping?" Renee nodded, "Sure, why not?" Renee removed herself from the table and walked over to the fridge where she removed a few eggs, "I have work this afternoon at the supermarket, but later this evening Ian’s stopping by and you can meet him." Libby grinned, "Peachy." Renee turned to her friend; "My aunt mentioned something about you applying over at the diner?" Libby toyed with a loose strand of hair, "Yeah, I hope I get it." Renee began scrambling the eggs; "I don’t see why you wouldn’t. Like, my aunt and Piper are friends. Anyways, you’d make a fine waitress." Libby shook her head and chuckled, "You’re right about that. I’m so not a model."
EPILOGUE: REFLECTING MODEST STANDARDS
TEN YEARS LATER: Piper looked up from her crossword puzzle and laid her pencil down. Glancing at Renee, Piper motioned to the back of the joint, "Take a seat honey, Libby will be with’cha in a few minutes." Renee nodded and strolled by the vast number of patrons and took a seat at a table and waited for her friend. Her blond hair was combed back, enhancing the roundness of her cute face. At 280-pounds, Renee looked very much the well-fed farmer’s wife. Her extremely pear shaped figure was dressed in a pink and black checkered shirt made of cotton and black spandex. Though her upper arms and bust increased in size, her bottom half-carried most of her girth. Renee had a generously large belly and rolls circled her thick waist. Renee’s wide hips expanded much further and were buried under a soft layer of fat, and her rear was extremely broad and bloated, lying over her immense chunky thighs.
Libby had just finished her shift and made way to the table where Renee sat. "How about some chocolate cake?", Libby asked with a smile. Renee nodded, "You read my mind." Libby was still modestly pretty, however the nerdy eyewear and short braids she kept her hair in, made her resemble less a former model, more the plain jane. Her face was somewhat fuller with a small double chin and her glasses exaggerated the bump on her nose. Libby brought the cake with two large glasses of milk and took a seat opposite of Renee. "I hardly recognize you Renee without your children." By this time Renee had given birth four times over as revealed by her ample figure. "Even Mommy’s need time off", Renee giggled. Renee then explained that Ian was keeping an eye on the kids while she spent some quiet time with her best friend. "Aw, he’s a keeper all right", Libby remarked as she plunged her fork into the delicious chocolate cake." Renee’s smile brought out the dimples in her chubby face, "I’d say he is. How are things going with that insurance salesman?" Libby pouted, "He turned out to be just a flirt."
Libby’s light blue uniform was a perfect fit, complimenting her buxom breasts and minimizing her husky upper arms. Now at a pound shy of 300, Libby was a completely round butterball. Her colossal belly matched the size of her gigantic bubble butt; beefy love handles roamed over her pudgy waist and her hips were vast in width. Renee gobbled up a piece of cake, "Actually I’m kind of happy for you that it didn’t work out." Libby tilted her head as she scratched her enormous thunder thighs, "Huh? Why?" Renee giggled, "Coz silly, I met a guy who’s perfect for you." Libby anxiously spoke as she ate, Really, who? Is he cute?" Renee nodded, "Sure is sweetie. He’s Maynard Wellington and get this? He’s a movie star." Libby raised her eyebrows, "A movie star? Why haven’t I heard of him?" Renee sipped her milk, then went back to consuming the cake, "Okay, a movie star once removed. He’s Kurt Russell’s stunt double."
Libby polished off her slice of cake, "Really, wow! That’s cool!" Renee smiled, "Thought you would be pleased. He’s friends with Ian and I told him all about you. The one thing he detests is materialistic females and when I told him how laid back and easy nature you were, he practically begged me to introduce him to you." Libby took a second slice of cake, then shook her huge belly; "Did you tell him I’m fat? I mean very fat!" Libby giggled as she went to town on the cake, " I mean I’m not the movie star type." Renee confidently replied, "Huh uh, I showed him that photograph of you with the twins and he thought you looked very pretty." Libby blushed, "Not in that one at the bowling alley. My gosh, I looked so dumpy." Renee chuckled, "Ease up, will ya. He thought you actually looked very pretty." Libby washed down a large bite of cake with a slug of milk, "Gosh; I don’t photograph very well. I’m not a fashion model, you know." Renee reached out and gently grabbed Libby’s thick wrist; "You don’t have to look like a fashion model to be attractive. Us girls next door can be just attractive too." Libby smiled, "Yeah, you’re right my friend. You’re so right."
FINIS