Joining the Club
Deana stood and watched as her three co-workers conversed over a box of donuts, eating like no body's business. Deana grinned in amusement as Judy, Aria and Heather made small talk, all the while stuffing their faces. The women, all in their twenties, were overweight. Judy and Heather were career yo-yo dieters. They would lose a certain amount of weight, only to put it back on with a few extra pounds in a short matter of time. Aria would try a new diet every January 1st, but by early March she'd give up and regain the few pounds she lost.
Deana on the other hand was a master of self-control. She carefully watched her weight and though she never actually had to diet, stayed cleared of fattening foods. Deana was known to brag about still being the same size she was in high school. The 24-year old Deana was easily a size 4, but often remarked, "I can fit into a size 2."
Heather turned away from her buddies and discovered Deana starring at them. Deana smiled at her chubby coworker and Heather returned the smile, then picked up a chocolate donut and waved her svelte coworker over, "Have a donut and join the club."
Deana glanced over the females, ranging in weight from 195 to 235 pounds. "Really Heather! If I joined your club I wouldn't be able to fit into this skirt."
Judy, who had a sweet face and a 195 pound pear shaped figure, remarked, "Okay, so were fat and your thin. One donut won't send you into the plus size dress shops."
Deana helped herself to her bottled water, then took a bite from her apple, "Your right, one donut won't turn me into a plus size gal, but neither would it keep you three in extra large outfits. The three of you have to keep stuffing your faces until the box is completely empty."
Aria sarcastically shoved a whole donut into her mouth, then smiled. Deana shook her head, "It's no wonder why can't lose weight."
Aria, who was a rather pretty young lady with a 219 pound butterball figure, took exception to Deana's comment and replied, "Your lucky to have the will power, we don't. That’s why we can't stay on our diets."
Deana folded her arms over her ample cleavage, "So your saying you're overeaters. Oh what a pity, do go on. Like, I'm so interested."
Heather, who at 235 pounds resembled a well-fed version of Kate Hudson, waddled over to Deana, "Maybe if you knew what it was like to find your comfort in food, you'd have a better understanding of what it's like. If I'm upset, nervous, anxious, I eat. If I have a terrible date, I eat. If I'm attracted to a guy, I eat. If I'm in love, I eat. I can't help it, food is like my comfort zone."
Deana just blurted out her opinion, "So your a pig!"
Angrily Heather turned away and quickly returned to her desk. Upon reaching her desk, Heather looked Deana straight into her eyes and with a wicked grin announced, "I wish every bit of will power you ever had was gone in an instant and you were just like us!"
Deana only laughed at the remark and the rest of the afternoon was spent without incident. Once at home, Deana smiled at her own reflection in the hall mirror. Tossing a kiss to her reflection, Deana purred, "You are soooo gorgeous!"
Deana's highly attractive face was diamond shaped, showcased by a wavy, shoulder length mane, golden blond in color. Her figure was slim and curvaceous with a perfectly flat tummy and lean thighs. Removing her leather jacket, Deana waltzed into the kitchen and upon helping herself to a low fat yogurt, decided to take a shower. Once she completed her shower, she began to get dressed and was startled to discover her bra was a tad hard to fit into. "Did I go up a cup size?" Deana pondered to herself. Then putting on her sexy silk panties, she noticed her tummy was no longer flat and was actually a little plump. Plump enough for her tummy to slightly pour over the panties and a tiny roll of fat to circle the waistband. "What's going on?"
Glancing over her figure, Deana noticed that her body was no longer firm, but flabby, with the hint of saddlebags on her thighs. Deana blinked and the thought of a having a huge meal entered her head. "I could really go for two or three hot dogs right now and maybe an ice cream cone." Deana fought off the urge then looked over her face in the mirror. Her stunning face was rounder, almost swollen looking! Not only were her facial features fuller, but also she had a small, yet distinct double chin and her nose was wider. Deana stood in shock and the urge to eat suddenly returned.
Throwing on her navy blue bathrobe, Deana made tracks to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she was surprised to find all her healthy food was gone, replaced by the type of food she would always avoid. Deana slammed the door shut! Closing her eyes she mumbled to herself, "What is happening? I don't understand?" Deana pressed her backside to the fridge and slowly drifted onto the floor. All the while she fought with her thoughts. Not to just eat, but to pig out. She covered her face with her hands and whined, "Get a grip on yourself." However, her hunger fought back, "I'll feel better if I eat." The ringing of the telephone brought Deana off the floor and on the other side of the receiver was a pleasant, cheerful feminine voice. "Deana? Deana Grundel?"
Deana circling the kitchen with her cordless phone paused by the fridge and as it was her nature, began to nibble on a layer cake. "Yes, this is Deana. How can I help you?" Deana removed the cake from the fridge and as she sat at the table, began to consume the cake with her fingers.
"Hi Deana, this is Janie. Remember me?" Deana's main point of focus was on the cake. She loved the rich chocolate flavor and made a mess while she ate, getting as much of the cake on her face and nightgown as she devoured it. Eating as she spoke, Deana asked, "Whop r u...I mean, who are?"
The lady over the phone briefly chuckled, then replied, "Janie, your coach."
Deana finally grabbed a fork and even through she was taking smaller bites, was wolfing down the cake much faster, "Coach? What kind of coach?" Deana stood up and walked back to fridge and guzzled milk straight out of the carton.
Janie then explained, "I'm your overeaters anonymous coach. You haven't been to a meeting in over a month and I was wondering what happen to you?" Deana dropped the milk carton and stood quietly as Janie continued, "Really Deana, your not going to make any progress with your diet if your constantly eating. One donut a day is fine. You don't have to continue stuffing your face until the entire box is completely empty. Do report to our next meeting and have a nice day."
Deana hung up the phone then picked up the milk carton, tossing it into the trash. Opening up her bathrobe, Deana discovered her tummy was now bigger, protruding so far as to stretching the fabric of her silk panties and jiggling like Jell-O as she moved. Massaging her bulging belly, Deana closed her eyes and drew a breath. Upon opening her eyes, her hand slowly maneuvered towards a package of cookies. "I'll just have one or two," she thought to herself. Though after eating her second cookie, her will power was broken. "Whom am I kidding?" she remarked as she began to gobble up the cookies. Five minutes later, Deana was on her sofa, watching TV as she pigged out. Cheese and potato chips, clam dip and ice cream. Deana wasn't just snacking she was eating with a passion pudding, macaroni, a whole package of uncooked hot dogs and pizza bread.
When morning arrived, Deana discovered she had fallen asleep on the sofa. Deana giggled at her first attempt to stand up, but once upon her feet, she noticed things weren't as she remembered. Her beautiful navy blue nightgown was replaced by a raggedly, over sized, yellow and black flannel shirt and ugly, multi-colored spandex slacks. Deana was confused and after guzzling what remained of a two liter of cola, didn't care anymore. Waddling into the kitchen, she made herself 5 scrabbled eggs and a huge amount of bacon. All that mattered to Deana was being fed. After breakfast, she decided to get ready for work.
Checking out her appearance in the bathroom mirror, Deana blinked! At first it was as if a stranger was looking back at her. Her hair was now a lackluster dirty blond color and limp as well. Deana's diamond shape face was now completely round with chubby cheeks, a rather bulbous nose and distinct double chin. Deana scrutinized her newly acquired pudgy face for some resemblance of her former self, but none could be found. Deana then noticed how wide her figure had become and placed her hands over her spacious hips as she pushed forward her tubby, protruding belly. Deana dropped off the flannel shirt and in the mirror saw a very pear shaped young woman. Her breasts were huge and sagged due to their weight and her upper arms were big and flabby. Deana jiggled her enormous potbelly with her hands then removed her spandex slacks. Her belly poured over the waistband of her old lady style panties, which the seams dug into her thick waist. A roll of fat hung over the seams of the panties, which were stretch too their limit. Her expansive hips were buried under a soft cushion of fat and her enlarge bubble butt was extremely wide and hung downwards, right on top of her bulky, thunder thighs.
Deana backed away from the mirror, her butt bouncing into the air as she moved. Looking to the scale, her mind became adjusted to her new body, as if she was never any different. “Why bother standing on the scale?” Deana realized. After all, it was common knowledge that she weighed nearly 300 pounds. Deana accepted the fact, being as heavy as she was, she must be an overeater. Why fight it? After her shower, Deana combed back her hair and got dressed for work. Later that morning Deana arrived at work. Under her arms were two boxes of donuts. Deana was now no different then her coworkers and considered them, her friends.
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Scale of Justice
Olivia Marquette was quite bored. Invited to her cousin’s sleep over, she had very little in common with the other girls. 18-year old Olivia was a popular and athletic student whose beauty was favored by a lot of guys in the more elite social circle. Her long hair was golden blond and wavy, though only her cousin knew it was out of the bottle. Her face was highly attractive and her figure, slim and curvaceous. Sitting on the sofa in her teal pajama’s and drinking a cola, she watched as the other girls mingled over what guys they thought looked hot, music, and fashion. "What am I doing here?"
Olivia thought to herself as she glanced over at her cousin stuffing her mouth with chips. Olivia loved her cousin Denise like a sister, and thought it sweet that she invited her to her party, but now she was thinking, "This was a bad idea. I’m in a room full of heifers."
Denise was a full figured beauty in her own right. She had long curly brown hair and the cutest face imaginable. Denise’s 190-pound completely round butterball body was always nicely dressed and she had enough self-esteem to realize that size has nothing to do with feminine beauty. Olivia never gave her cousin a hard time about being chubby, but she didn’t happen to cotton to other heavy chicks. Not one of Olivia’s friends was larger then a size 6, heavy gals just didn’t make it into her circle. Denise thought Olivia was a tad too snobby for her own good while Olivia considered herself and her slim friends to just having high standards.
Denise’s other friends at the party got along with Olivia and Olivia showed them the proper respect. But if she ran into any one of them the next day, she would simply ignore them. After all, they weren’t in her league. There was Stacy, a 175-pound pear-shaped beauty with long brown hair, Iris a sweet faced 240-pound young lady with curly blond hair and Calla a Latin American babe with an exquisite face, long straight black hair, and well fed 300 pound figure. Denise approached her cousin, "What’s going on? Don’t you want to join in on the fun?"
Olivia stood up, "Actually, I’m thinking about turning in."
Denise blinked her eyes, "Turning in? It’s not even mid-night?"
Olivia took her cousin by the hand and led her into the bathroom. "Nothing personal Denise, but I’m bored. Right now I could be hanging out with my friends, at some party with some guys. I mean I don’t fit in here."
Denise tilted her head, "Sure you do. The girls think you’re so cool."
In a condescending tone, Olivia remarked, "That’s because I’m cute and popular. Your friends are flattered to be around me."
Denise was caught between anger and insult. "Uh? What? So you’re better then them?"
Olivia didn’t want to argue, "Let me just remove my contacts and go to sleep, okay."
Denise wouldn’t let go of it. "You think your so damn perfect? How many people know you wear contacts because you’re so vain. How many of your friends know your golden blond locks come straight out of the bottle or that at one time you used to be chubby?"
Olivia turned away and began removing her contacts, as Denise drew a breath, "Okay, okay, maybe we move in two different circles, I’m sorry for getting upset. The pizza will be here shortly, won’t you stay up a little longer and at least join us for a slice?"
Olivia gagged, "Pizza? Do you know what pizza will do to your figure?"
Denise had enough of Olivia’s attitude and quickly left to join her friends. Once Olivia removed her contacts, she went into her purse and took out her eyeglass case. Her glasses, which she never wore in public were black framed and in her own words, nerdy looking. Upon putting on the glasses, Olivia noticed a scale. Patting her flat tummy, she smiled and stepped upon the scale for laughs. Olivia watched as the scale read 125 pounds. Nodding her head, she looked back at the mirror and noticed she looked different. Her face looked rounder and she looked wider in the hips. Facing back at the scale, it read 150 pounds. Olivia placed her hands over her belly feel how soft and plump it had become. Looking back in the mirror, Olivia saw that her posterior was inflated and her face was chubby. Again she turned to the scale. 175 / 195/ 205 the numbers continued to increase and so did her body. 215/ 245/ 300. Olivia couldn’t keep her eyes off the scale, 310/ 345/ 350. Finally the scale paused. Olivia felt normal and giggled.
Bouncing off the scale, Olivia carefully examined her body. For whatever reason, Olivia never thought she ever looked any different. Her hair was now dishwater blond with brown roots, short, and tied in pigtails. Her extremely round face was cute with chubby cheeks and very prominent double chin. Her double chin was so thick in fact, Olivia almost looked like she had no neck! Her 350-pound body was flabby and now wearing an oversize pink T-shirt and light blue pajama bottoms. Her big upper arms jiggled and her large breasts barely fit in her bra. Her belly was huge and her spacious waist had quite a few thick rolls of fat. Olivia giggled again as she playfully shook her belly, before leaving the bathroom to join up with her cousin and friends. Olivia’s corpulent bubble butt bounced as she moved and her overly generous fat thighs wiggled. Once in the living room Olivia smiled, "Did the pizza get here yet?"
Denise waved her cousin over, "Yeah, just got here."
Olivia giggled, "Fun-tas-tic! I can’t get enough pizza!" Olivia was no longer bored. Matter of fact, she was having a good time among her peers.
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The Correction
Andrea Sparten was a glamorous babe who had high standards. One would never think from her modest background that she would behave in such a manner, but it was a fact plain and simple. Both her parents were blue-collar workers. Her father worked in a factory and her mother was a waitress. How did she become so pretentious? Maybe it was due to her appearance. Her lovely face was much too beautiful for words, showcased by a radiant golden blond mane that bounced off her shoulders. Her figure was trim and shapely, delightfully filling the garments she wore. Neala opened the door and greeted the sultry vixen with a smile. "You looking for me honey, yes?"
Andrea glanced over Neala’s well-fed 300-pound figure, "Yes Ma’am. I heard you know voodoo and can work charms and spells."
Neala nodded, "You heard right. Come on in and I’ll fetch you some tea, yes?"
Andrea nodded and entered. "It took me a while to find your place, way out here in the woods."
Neala grinned, "And so you found me." Taking a seat Andrea was given a hot cup of tea and Neala asked, "So honey, how can Neala help you?"
Andrea went into the details. "I met Marvin right out of high school; it was love at first sight. He was tall and good-looking and we looked the perfect couple. He was attending medical school and we had big dreams." As Andrea spoke, Neala began shaping a ball of wax into a figure of a human being. "After we wed, Marvin lost interest in school and flunked out. Since then he works part time at a community hospital as a social worker and delivers pizza on the side. I can’t be married to a guy like that; a woman like me deserves more. Worst of all, he's put on so much weight; he barely looks like the same guy. He’s easily nearing 250."
Neala questioned Andrea, "Doesn’t he treat you right?"
Andrea polished off the tea, "Well yeah, sure he does. He’s forever trying to please me. Makes me breakfast in bed, buys me flowers and writes the sweetest poems, but I need more. I’m beautiful and deserve a big house, a sports car and lots of spending cash."
Neala smiled, "I think I understand."
Andrea continued, "We no longer match, I’m sexy and he’s become podgy."
Neala left the room for a minute, then returned with another cup of tea. The tea had a strange aroma, which Andrea noticed, "That stuff reeks!"
But Neala insisted, "Drink up, it'll serve its purpose." Neala then began to shape the ball of wax into a feminine form as Andrea drank the Tea. "So honey, you want your sweetie and you to match, yes?" Andrea nodded, "Yeah, he’s not ambitious or good looking enough for me anymore, so please correct this." Andrea handed Neala a roll of twenties. "Here’s four hundred dollars. Help us to become more a like or have him fallout of love with me, so I can find someone worth my while."
Neala asked, "Do you love Marvin?"
Andrea replied, "Yeah, at least I did, but I can’t live like this."
Neala then asked, "Do you think you’d be able to find someone else who’d love you as much?"
Andrea laughed, "Hey with my looks, I can reel in a wealthy doctor or lawyer. Who care’s about love as long as he has the greenbacks."
This settled Neala’s mind. She began adding more wax to the female figure. Andrea burped and felt her clothes become tighter. "I don’t feel very well," Andrea remarked.
Neala grinned, "My magic is working, no?"
Andrea looked at Neala, "What is happening to me?"
Neala chuckled, "I’m compiling with your wishes." Neala took hold of Andrea arm and proceeded to lift her up, out of the chair. "You feel lightheaded, no?"
Andrea nodded, "Yeah I’m dizzy, nauseous too. What the hell was in that tea?"
Neala explained as she led Andrea into a guest bedroom, "The tea was made with special herbs from my homeland. It’s powerful medicine. Its side effects will fade away shortly and you’ll be a new woman."
Andrea didn’t like the sound of that, "New woman? What the hell does that mean? I’m happy the way I am."
Neala chuckled; "You don’t sound so happy, complaining about a man who loves you so much."
Once inside the bedroom, Neala removed Andrea’s clothing and put her to bed. Andrea’s body felt strange and she tried to speak, but the words never left her mouth. She was lost in a daze, as the room seemed to circle around her. Neala opened an old wooden chest that laid at the foot of the bed and took out a faded matronly looking gown, obviously made for a big woman. Laying the gown over a chair, Neala then left the room and went back to add more wax to the figure.
Four hours later, Andrea was sitting at Neala’s kitchen table, devouring a huge meal. Andrea’s hair was now a shade lighter and limp, resting over her shoulders. Her face was still cute but extremely chubby with swollen cheeks and broad double chin. The gown she wore was a tight fit, showing off every pound of her big, flabby body. Her pudgy upper arms jiggled as she reached over and poured herself a tall glass of milk. Andrea’s enormous breasts swung forward as she lifted her body to grab a biscuit at the far end of the table.
Smiling as she ate, Andrea felt happy and comfortable about her size. Her large butterball belly rested on the edge of the table and her expansive waist had thick rolls of fat that glided over the armrest of her chair. A layer of fat covered her generously wide hips and her oversize rear poured over the seat of the chair. Andrea’s chunky thighs rubbed together as she moved, as her pulpy saddlebags pointed towards the direction of the floor. Andrea’s nature was changed as well. No longer manipulative and high maintenance, she was simple and more down to earth.
"How do you feel? Neala asked.
Andrea looked up from her plate, still eating as she replied, "I feel wonderful! I can’t wait to get home and make Marvie a big supper!"
Neala smiled, "That's fine dearie. So you’re happy with the change?"
Andrea sat up straight and put down her fork. With sparkling eyes she rubbed her large, flabby belly, "I have never felt happier!"
Neala chuckled, "You know you out weigh your hubby, yes?"
Andrea nodded then burped, "Oh I know. But he’ll love me just the way that I am."
Neala glanced over the 375 pound Andrea and concurred with a smile, "I know he will dearie. I’m confident of this, yes."
FINIS