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STORY FOUR: TAMING OF THE SHREW
"Why would such a career minded woman ever want to get married is beyond me?" Mrs. Huron told her friend as she spoke about her daughter-n-law. "Doesn’t she know my son expects to have children someday?"
Candace Norust met Neil Huron at a business seminar for young executive’s two years earlier and married soon after. Neil found the gorgeous Ms. Norust exciting, provocative and attractive. Candace had a long wavy chocolate brown mane that perfectly framed her sweet face. She had high cheekbones and soft brown eyes that would twinkle whenever she smiled. Candace at 130-pounds had a slim figure with ample breasts, narrow waist and curvy hips. She could be assertive and demanding, but yet tender and loving. An intelligent young lady, she buzzed through business school without much studying and found herself employed as the director of finance for a large marketing firm.
Though Neil did well in the business world himself, it was Candace who was the actual breadwinner. What Neil brought home in a year, Candace made in six months. Though happily in love, their relationship had one major problem. Neil had always hoped for a big family and Candace was so career minded she wasn’t interested in motherhood any time soon. Sure, Candace did promise Neil that one day she would love to have children, but right now her goals came first. Neil’s heart would sink as he saw the large families of his friends and co-workers. It wasn’t only business that kept Candace from having children, she was afraid of losing her figure. Candace was known to say, "I wow them with my looks, then make business deals using my mind." Candace also though chubby gals looked frumpy and to stay a head of her rivals, kept to a strict diet and regularly worked out.
Mrs. Huron’s friend sipped her coffee and asked, "When was the last time you saw my daughter?"
Mrs. Huron shrugged her shoulders, "I don’t know, a year ago?"
Her friend got up and returned a minute later with a recent photograph of daughter. Handing it to Mrs. Huron, she remarked, "This is a recent photograph of Melissa, what do you think?"
Mrs. Huron's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped, "Wow! She really put on the weight. Wasn’t she a cheerleader?"
Her friend nodded, "Yeah, and a little too popular and conceited. She’s an average gal now and dating a very nice young man." Mrs. Huron curiously asked what happen and her friend explained about the spa she sent her daughter to in Wisconsin. "Think it might work with Candace?"
Her friend smiled, "It ought too, Melissa’s no longer vain or pretentious."
The next day Mrs. Huron arranged for a two-week stay at the spa for her daughter-n-law, on the pretense it was a birthday gift to help her cope with any stress she might have from having such a high profile job. Candace agreed to the vacation as long as she could bring her laptop and cell phone. "Of course you can," Mrs. Huron told Candace.
Candace sat in a hospital gown reading a copy of Forbes magazine when Aura entered. Candace glanced over the well-fed nurse with a sarcastic grin. Aura new she disapproved of her large size, but it didn’t matter to her; Candace was going to become a member of the club. "Mind getting on the scale Candi?"
Candace stood up and walked to the scale; " It’s Mrs. Huron if you don’t mind."
Aura smiled, "I don’t mind."
Upon the scale Candace read the numbers out loud, "130-pounds, that’s about right."
Aura wrote the number on the chart as Candace took a seat. "I guess losing a couple of pounds wouldn’t hurt," Candace smiled.
Aura nodded as she snickered, "Oh you’ll see the change in your weight all right."
Tamara entered the room and smiled at Candace, "Hello, you must be our new patient? I’m Tamara, I’ll be in charge of your development."
Candace blinked her eyes, "Are all of your nurse’s heavy? Isn’t this a health spa?"
Aura rolled up Candace’s sleeve as Tamara explained, "For the next two weeks all you’re going to do is relax and eat."
Candace didn’t notice Aura giving her a shot and once she was injected, jumped out of her chair, "Ouch! What was that for?"
Aura’s grinned, "To help you relax Candi."
Rubbing her arm, Candace turned to Aura, "What did I tell you! It’s Mrs. Huron!"
Then she turned to Tamara, "Relax and eat? What kind of spa is this?"
Aura rolled a wheelchair over to Candace, "A weight-gaining spa."
Candace took a step back; "I’m leaving here this instant!" Turning around, Candace flung her hands over her curvaceous hips, "Get my things and I’m out of here!"
Tamara slowly moved into Candace's face and softly told her, "Too late, your stay is already paid for."
From behind, Aura chuckled, "Your mother-n-law thought you needed a little change."
Tamara’s face lit up with a wide smile, "You mean big change."
Aura nodded, "I think you’re right Tamara, Candi will be a member of our club."
Candace turned and faced Aura, "I told you to call me Mrs. Huron, you fat…" The medication began to take effect and Candace began to feel numb and dizzy. "I want ta…leaveeee…here…"
Candace brought her hand to her face as Tamara eased her into the wheelchair, "We’ll take you to your room now, okay Candi?"
"Nooooo wantd ta lecdf hew," Candace mumbled. The pair of nurses brought Candace to her room and quickly got her into bed.
Candace fought to stay awake, but to no prevail. She was out like a light in just a few seconds. Morning arrived and Candace’s body felt like it weighed a ton. She was still light headed, confused and extremely hungry. An I.V. was in her arm and she was sitting in an upright position. Tamara entered the room. "Good morning Candi. How did we sleep?"
Candace mumbled a few incoherent words and Tamara pulled up a chair besides her. "Are you hungry?"
Candace nodded she was. Aura entered the room with a large bowl of the special weight gaining mush and handed it to Tamara. Tamara began to feed Candace who actually seemed to enjoy the sweet flavor of the mush. Once fed, Tamara gave Candace a shot and put a tape in the VCR, "Watch this video Candi and I’ll be back shortly with a nice, big breakfast, okay sweetie?"
Candace smiled and nodded. The tape was an instructional video on doing housework. Candace’s mind absorbed every detail from cooking and cleaning to removing a coffee stain from out of a garment. An hour later Aura returned and replayed the video as she feed Candace. Candace’s eyes were glued to the big screen TV as she ate. Aura feed her a small bowl of the mush followed by a bowl of bacon, sausage and sour cream that was put in a blender. Then she feed Candace pancakes covered with jelly, scrambled eggs and pudding. Candace ate while in a trance and after being fed, fell back to sleep. Tamara entered the room, "How’s her I.V. going?"
Aura checked it; "She still has a liter of the weight gaining solution left."
Tamara wrote it down in Candace’s chart. "Keep changing it every hour, this will help turn her muscles into flab and cause her girth to expand all the faster."
Aura smiled, "Sure, how about the video?"
Tamara replied, "Get her up at about noon and play it for her during lunch. In her hypnotic state, she’ll learn everything there is to know about being a domestic housewife and mother."
This continued for the rest of the week. All Candace did was eat, sleep and watch the video. "Good morning Candi, want to get up and stand on the scale for me?" Tamara asked.
Candace was finally out of her trance and smiled, "Uh-uh, sure Tamara." Though no longer under the hypnosis, Candace was still confused, "I’m so tired and my mind feels numb? How long have I been here?" Candace stood up as her breasts and belly slightly dropped. "Oh my, I’ve gotten chubby, I feel like I’m 200-pounds."
Tamara was ready with the answers and explained as Candace took to the scale, "Candi, you’ve always been chubby, don't you remember?"
Candi shrugged her shoulders, "No, not really."
Tamara then told her charge, "You mother-n-law sent you hear because she felt you needed some rest."
Candace blinked; "She was concerned about me. That sweet dear."
Tamara shook her head, "Yes, she thought you were working too hard and needed some time for yourself." The needle on the scale stopped at 188-pounds. "Does your weight seem right?" Tamara asked.
Candace bit her lip and patted her bulging tummy, "I think so? Really, I don’t actually remember."
"Maybe some breakfast will jog your memory?" Tamara suggested.
Candace placed her hands upon her expanded hips, "Yeah, I’m hungry. Thanks!" Candace continued to eat until her hearts content and lay around watching TV for almost the remainder of the week.
Dr. Holstein stopped off to see Tamara before seeing her patient. "How is Candace Huron doing?" Dr. Holstein asked.
Tamara informed the doctor, "She’s just over 200-pounds now and her appetite has increased."
Dr. Holstein looked over Candace’s chart; "She comfortable with being called Candi now?"
Tamara nodded, "Yes and she’s become very passive."
Dr. Holstein then entered Candi’s room. Candi was eating a large bowl of ice cream and smiled at the doctor, "You must be Dr. Holstein?"
Dr. Holstein shook her head, "Yes, I’m Dr. Holstein. I want to talk with you Candi, okay?"
Candi nodded as she gulped down the ice cream. "First however, I need to give you a shot, okay?"
Candi pulled up the sleeve of her hospital gown, exposing her flabby upper arm. A few minutes later, Candi was back in a trance and Dr. Holstein softly explained, "You’re Candace Huron, but prefer to be called Candi, am I correct?" Candi nodded. "You have no problem with your size and since you’re a good cook, you love to eat. Gaining weight is okay with you, am I correct?" Candi again nodded. "You have never been to college and married right out of high school. You are a simple housewife and enjoy your life as it is, am I correct?" Candi nodded. "You want to have a big family Candi, am I correct?" Candi added a smile with her nod. Dr. Holstein left the room and approached Tamara, "Feed her and then get her ready to leave in the morning."
FIVE YEARS LATER: Candi was feeding her fourth child as her mother-n-law stopped by for a visit. Candi’s short brown hair was set in a loose ponytail that accented the roundness of her face. Still a cute young lady, the added pounds brought to Candi’s facial features chubby cheeks and prominent double chin. Her thick 300-pound body was clad in only a stained black T-shirt and waist high underwear. Her upper arms were big and flabby, her breasts overly large and her enormous belly poured downwards, barely covered by the T-shirt and hanging over her underwear. Candy had a spacious waist, which supported huge rolls and was very broad in the hips. Her rear was generous in size, pushing out over her pudgy, stocky thighs. Candi scratched her ponderous belly and smiled, "I’ll put Mabel to bed, then get you some coffee, okay?"
Mrs. Huron nodded, "Oh sweetie, I’ll put Mabel to bed, just relax."
Candi handed her daughter over to her mother-n-law, "Okay, but first I have to put in another load of laundry. Help yourself to some cookies, I just baked them this morning." Candi waddled her way to the laundry room and Mrs. Huron smiled.
STORY FIVE: BROUGHT DOWN TO EARTH
Victoria Krenshaw glanced over her slim figure in the mirror and smiled. Her long brown mane, blended with blond highlights glided down the center of her back, showcasing her beauteous facial features. Victoria’s body was tightly wrapped in a trendy black and pink gown that drew attention to her slender feminine form. Victoria pulled her hair away from the side of her face as she placed on earrings. Taking a step backwards from the mirror, Victoria giggled as she shook her hips. "I’m ready to break some hearts tonight!" Victoria Krenshaw was a knockout and very popular among the social elite.
Victoria entered her living room and joined her friend, Teala Sems. Teala was a cute gal with shoulder length black hair and chubby 175-body. Victoria glanced over at her friend dressed in a black top and matching slacks that enhanced the size of her big belly and large, round butt, "You’re wearing that?"
Teala stood up and adjusted her shirt to cover a roll of fat that snuck out over her slacks, "Yeah, why?"
Victoria snickered, "Because your outfit makes you look so dumpy."
Teala rolled her eyes, "Are we going out or are you just going to spend the entire evening criticizing me?"
Victoria headed for the door, "Okay chubbs, but don’t blame me if the guys don’t ask you to dance."
The friends then left Victoria’s apartment and made tracks to a popular downtown nightclub. The 411 on the friends is as follows: four years earlier Victoria, known as Vicky back then, and Teala moved from their small hometown of Nightingale, Wisconsin to Chicago. Where as Teala found work at a fast food restaurant, Vicky found employment as an office assistant at a marketing firm. Teala kept her modest country values and virtues, but Victoria slowly developed the airs of a highly superficial young woman. Vicky slimmed down to her present weight of 129-pounds, dyed her flaming red hair to dark brown and joined a tanning salon and changed her milky white skin to a perfect bronze color.
Victoria later became office manager at the firm and some how abandoned her roots. Victoria’s pompous, pretentious nature would often ride Teal's nerves and for a short time, didn’t even speak to her friend. However, Teala sought to make amends and invited her friend to a night on the town and in the morning, they would head to an exclusive spa located in upper Wisconsin. Victoria walked over to the bar and sipped her drink. Out of breath from dancing with a handsome, flashy guy, Victoria turned to Teala, "That guy I was dancing with is a director of sales for an import, export company. He brings home 120 grand a year! He’s a keeper all right!"
A false smile bloomed upon Teala’s face, "Good for you."
Victoria slid her hand over her slender waist down to her slightly wide hips; "He’s buying what I’m selling! I’m the best looking babe in the place!" Victoria sipped her drink, "You have any luck?"
Teala shrugged her shoulders, "I don’t know? I was talking with some guy who left to dance with some top heavy, stick chick."
Victoria tilted her head, "I’m not surprised, rich guys don’t go for fat chicks."
Teala’s mouth dropped, "That’s not true. I know a couple of guys who are interested in me."
Victoria giggled, "Yeah, but they’re not important guys like the guys in this club." Victoria pinched a thick roll of fat that circled Teala’s waist, "Let’s face facts chubbs; you’ll never meet a guy with money unless you lose weight."
Teala replied with her hand over her spacious hip, "A man can make money, but money can’t make a man. You know, I liked you so much more when you were just Vicky and didn’t have your goofy high standards."
Victoria smiled; "I don’t know what you’re talking about?"
As Victoria left to join the guy on the dance floor, Teala grinned, "It’s going to be fantastic to bring you back down to earth."
The next morning at the spa the two friends were about to break company. "I’m happy you took advantage of my invitation and joined me here, Victoria," Teala remarked just as she was about to leave the room.
Victoria folded her arms over her impressive breasts and smiled, "Yeah I could use the vacation. When we’re back in the Windy City, I’ll be better then ever!"
Teala snickered, "I think so, bon appetite!"
Teala left the room and followed Aura to another compartment, while a confused look took shape upon Victoria’s gorgeous face, "Bon appetite? What the hell does that mean?" Victoria stood up and checked out her reflection in the mirror. Playing with a strand of her hair, Victoria surmised, "Well my body is perfect, but I guess I could use the rest and just take it easy."
Tamara entered the room and after introducing herself, asked Victoria to step on the scale. "131-pounds? Hey Miss, your scale is totally off."
Tamara giggled, "I don’t think so."
Victoria shrugged her shoulders as she patted her tummy, "Okay; so I’ll drop a few pounds while I’m here."
Tamara looked over Victoria’s chart, "Says here you were once heavier."
Victoria nodded, "Oh yeah, I was a plump gal at one time."
Tamara raised her eyebrows, "Plump or were you fat?"
Victoria stepped off the scale, "Hey I was no where as fat as you. If you must know, I was 165-pounds at my max!"
Tamara smiled, "I think 190 is a more accurate number." Victoria didn’t bother to reply since Tamara was on the money. "I have to give you an injection now, so roll up your sleeve and we’ll take care of your figure."
Victoria rolled up her sleeve, but curiously asked, "Why the shot?"
Tamara complied with the request and remarked, "So you’ll be more relaxed. This serum will put you at ease." Within minutes a dazed Victoria was in a wheelchair and on her way to her room. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open and was asleep as she was wheeled into her quarters.
First thing in the morning a lightheaded Victoria was feed the weight gaining meal of the sweet tasting mush. Victoria didn’t even question why? She consumed the whole bowl without saying a word. "Still hungry?" Tamara asked in a gentle tone of voice.
Victoria nodded as she was asked, "Whereee is Tealaaa...?"
Tamara patted Victoria’s diamond shaped face on her check, "She stayed the night and after breakfast and a massage went back to Chicago."
Victoria questioned, "Uh? Why?"
Tamara rested her hands on her thick waist, "Well she only paid for a one day visit for herself, but you get to stay a whole two weeks on her account."
Victoria tried to climb out of bed, but her body was weak and felt as if she weighed 500-pounds. "I...I…want’d tooo gooo back...to Chicago," Victoria whined.
Tamara chimed, "I don’t think so. Just relax and I’ll have your breakfast in a minute."
Tamara left the room and Victoria laid in bed, trying to gather her thoughts, "Why am so hungry? I feel so fatigued." When Tamara returned she began feeding Victoria, who now protested, "Stop it, will ya!" I can feed myself!"
Tamara called Aura into the room and as Aura held out Victoria’s arm, she was given another shot. Within minutes Victoria was quiet and the feeding resumed. First a bowl of eggs with sausage, then bacon and pancakes over loaded with butter. "Still hungry Vicky?" Tamara asked. Vicky smiled and slowly nodded her head. Victoria’s mind was clouded and her instincts told her she needed to be fed. The feeding continued up to an hour as Vicky ate another bowl of eggs, French toast and hot cereal. "How about some cake?" Tamara asked. Vicky giggled as she wiped her mouth with her hand. Tamara brought in a chocolate cake, which Vicky ate with her fingers. Upon finishing the cake, Vicky was a mess with chocolate all her over her face, neck, fingers, breasts, pillow and bed sheet. Tamara helped Vicky into a wheelchair, "Time for you to take a shower, Vicky."
Vicky rolled her eyes, "Want to sleep."
Tamara gently tugged Vicky’s long hair, "After we get you washed up and your hair done, you’ll be able to sleep after lunch."
Before Vicky was placed in the shower, Tamara and Aura covered her whole body with a sticky body lotion that removed her tan and rendered her smooth skin back to its milky white completion. Once Victoria’s shower was completed, Tamara washed her hair with an organic hair gel that removed the dye and returned her mane to its original red color. After receiving a haircut that reduced her mane to just flowing over her ears, Victoria was back in bed being stuffed. "Can Iv plsea havet somr masched potooes?" Vicky asked with her mouth full.
Tamara smiled and slowly nodded her head, "Coming right up. Anything else, Vicky?"
Vicky washed down the potatoes with a large glass of chocolate milk, "Yeah, how about more some more cake."
Tamara folded her arms over her buxom bosom, "Only if you finish another helping of mashed potatoes and ham."
Vicky giggled, "Sure, bring it on Tamara!" Vicky was so hungry; she was no longer concerned about her weight. Being fed was all that mattered. By the week’s end, Vicky’s appetite surely increased. Vicky lay in bed that afternoon munching on cookies. As she watched a soap opera, her hand slowly massaged her newly acquired potbelly. "I have to start watching myself," Vicky thought to herself as she nibbled. "I’m going to get fat again." Removing her blankets, Vicky smiled at her belly and shook it, "I really have quite a tummy."
Tamara walked into the room holding a huge cherry pie, "Feel like some pie?"
A sour look took to Vicky’s face, "Oh I’d love to have some pie, but I’m starting to get fat again." Her face pointed downwards, "I better not."
Tamara pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. "But Vicky, you love to eat and this pie is so delicious."
Vicky stared at the pie as she smiled, "I better not." However, Vicky grabbed the pie out of Tamara’s hands and began eating. "I have no will power Tamara." With her mouth full from her first bit, Vicky continued to speak, "I never have enough to eat. I’m always hungry."
Tamara patted Vicky on her soft flabby pouch, "What’s wrong with that? You’ve been starving yourself girlfriend, so eat up."
Vicky did just that and for the next few days onwards, she made a hog of herself and didn’t seem to care.
"Up on the scale Vicky," Dr. Holstein politely asked.
Vicky slowly maneuvered herself out of bed. Giggling as she slowly moved to the scale, Vicky remarked, "I’m kind of curious about how much weight I’ve put on?" Upon the scale, Vicky leaned over to read the numbers, "180-pounds? How did that happen?"
With Tamara’s help, Dr. Holstein led Vicky back into bed, where she was given another injection to dull her memories. Once the injection went to work, Dr. Holstein readjusted Vicky’s behavior. "Vicky, why are so concerned about your weight? You’re a nice girl with a huge appetite."
Vicky nodded, "Uh-uh."
Dr. Holstein continued, "A girl of your status has no use for high standards or a pretentious attitude, correct?"
Vicky nodded in agreement. "Vicky, you’re a young lady with simple ideals. You don’t put on airs or pretend to be something your not. You love to eat and dieting is just a waste of time for you."
Vicky smiled, "I love to eat."
Dr. Holstein asked in a pleasant tone of voice, "Would you like to eat now?"
Vicky quickly shook her head, "Yeah, I’m so hungry."
A YEAR LATER: Teala checked on Vicky who was getting ready for a date. "You’re not going to wear that?" Teala asked with her hands firmly on her hips.
"Why not? I want to look sexy," Vicky replied as she stuffed her mouth with a cupcake. Teala shook her head as she glanced over Vicky’s 285-pound body tightly dressed in light blue tube top and black skirt that hung just above her knees. Vicky’s red hair was short and set in pigtails that enhanced the roundness of her pretty face. Her cheeks were inflated, her nose expanded just a smudge and her double chin was wide. Vicky’s big upper arms lacked muscle tone and jiggled as she threw her hands into the air, "So what am I going to wear?"
A smile drew upon Teala’s face, "I’ll help you sweetie. Let me look through your closet." Vicky’s abnormally large breasts were still somewhat firm and tightly wrapped in the tube top that didn’t flatter her enormous belly or the huge rolls that circled her spacious waist. "I just want to look attractive," Vicky remarked as she sat on the edge of her bed.
Teala discovered a red sweater and black slacks and handed them over to her friend. "Dressing trashy Vicky will only attract the wrong guys and will give the right one’s the wrong ideas," Teala replied.
Vicky’s hips were extremely broad in width and her gigantic posterior pushed upwards, bouncing on top of her roomy, thunder thighs. Teal removed the pigtails and began brushing Vicky’s hair. "Pigtails aren’t for you; you’ll look more appealing wearing your hair down."
Vicky nodded, "I guess you’re right." Upon her change in wardrobe and hairstyle, Vicky looked fabulous.
"Well?" Teala asked.
Vicky smiled making dimples appear on her cheeks, "Yeah, I do look pretty." Vicky adjusted her sweater that roamed over her big bulging belly, "I look so classy, no one would suspect I was just a second rate secretary at an insurance company."
Teala wrapped her arm around Vicky’s thick waist, "There’s nothing second rate about you honey. Let’s go wait for your man."
Vicky nodded her head and as she made tracks out of her room giggled, "I think I have time for another cupcake!"
STORY SIX: JUST DESSERTS
Dr. Holstein sipped her coffee then asked Mr. Grundal to go on with his story. "My wife had an affair with a guy from her office." Mr. Grundal was a handsome 24-year old man, who had married his high school sweetheart, Claire Monate. Claire worked as a secretary for an investment company and was easily the best looking woman in the office with wavy short blond hair, a peach of a face and a naturally slim figure. "So I comforted him, with a few of my buddies and he swore he would leave Claire alone." Claire loved being a flirt. She enjoyed the office parties and the nights out on the town with her bosses and their clients. "We’re not in hock Dr. Holstein, so there's no actually reason for Claire to work."
Dr. Holstein smiled, "I think I understand. You want your wife fatten so guys won’t find her desirable."
Mr. Grundal raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath, "That and also because I don’t want her to work. You know, just stay at home."
Dr. Holstein asked about his feelings concerning having a heavy mate. Mr. Grundal replied with a smile upon his face, "Hell, I’d love her no matter how heavy she became. I just want to save our marriage."
Dr. Holstein nodded, "Okay, we’ll see what we can do."
Mr. Grundal arranged for his wife’s stay at the spa just on the premise of giving each other some space to think things out. Claire agreed, mainly because she was spoiled and enjoyed being pampered. While in a hospital gown, Claire stepped on the scale. Tamara wrote down her weight in the chart, 129-pounds."
Claire smiled as she brushed back the bangs from her eyes, "So what's next?"
Tamara grinned, "Are you hungry?"
Claire shrugged her shoulders, "I guess so, but nothing fattening. I want to watch my shape."
Tamara giggled, "Oh we’ll watch your weight." Tamara explained to Claire that she needed to give her a shot. Claire was no problem at all and was given the shot without protest. "I suppose this is too flush out my system from all the toxins in my body?" Claire asked.
Tamara helped Claire into a wheelchair, "Something like that." By the time Claire reached her room, she was in a daze and promptly put to bed.
Morning arrived and as Tamara fed Claire the weight gaining mush, Claire did ask, "Can’t I just feed myself?" Tamara patted Claire on the head, "Actually it’s the doctor’s orders that I feed you."
Claire squinted, "That’s kind of odd, don’t you think?"
Tamara only replied, "Open wide," and Claire continued to eat. After the two large bowls of mush, Claire was given another shot that put her in a trance. An I.V. of the weight gaining solution was inserted into her arm and Tamara began to feed her solid food. A large bowl of macaroni and cheese, bacon, 14 eggs, and pancakes. Claire just ate and ate as her mind drifted around the room.
Four days later, Claire was now 160 pounds and it showed. Her face was rounder, her upper arms filled out, her breasts expanded, her belly swelled, her hips were wider, her thighs chunky and her butt ballooned. Out of the trance, Claire found enjoyment in being fed. "Can I have a couple more cheeseburgers?" Claire asked after already consuming five burgers.
Tamara nodded, "Think you’ll have room for pie and milk?"
Claire giggled as she stuffed her mouth with French fries, "Yeah, of course."
A week later Claire stood on the scale as she held her bulging belly, "229-pounds? I’m getting fat!"
Aura smiled, "How does that make you feel?"
Claire tilted her head as she rubbed her thick waist and pinched a roll of flab, "I don’t know? I want to be attractive."
A smile appeared on Aura’s face, "But you are attractive. Don’t you know that?"
Claire hopped off the scale, her butt bouncing in the air, "All I know is that I’m so hungry. Think I can have a snack before lunch?"
Aura shook her head and as she escorted Claire back into bed, asked what she had in mind for a snack. "How about a milkshake, maybe a few donuts and potato chips?" Aura brought her charge the snack and Claire ate to her hearts content. Mr. Grundal paid for an extra two-week stay for his wife and was delighted thus far with the progress. 21 days later a 389-pound Claire laid in bed, her face covered with the pudding she was eating. Dr. Holstein entered the room and pulled up a chair. "How are you Claire?"
Claire smiled as she slurped a spoonful of the pudding; "I’m fine Dr. Holstein."
"I heard your husband paid you a visit."
Claire nodded and spoke as she massaged her enormous belly; "Oh he is so sweet. He brought me roses and a box of chocolates. He knows the way to a woman’s heart." Claire took a handful of chocolates and grinned, "I love him so much, I’ll never be unfaithful to him ever again!" Munching on the chocolates, Claire then added, "He doesn’t have a problem with my size either." A huge happy grin appeared upon Claire’s chubby face, "He called me a big foxy momma." Claire then blushed and as she tilted her head admitted, "I really love him."
Dr, Holstein stood up, "Well then Claire, I think you’ll be able to leave in another week, do you mind?"
Claire tossed another piece of chocolate in her mouth, "Mind staying here? As long as I’m fed, I’ll stay here as long as possible!"
TWO YEARS LATER: Curtis Grundal gave his wife a long, hard kiss before leaving for work. The 589-pound Claire was lying on the couch as she feasted on a subway sandwich, a bag of chips and a two-liter of cola. Dressed in pink overalls and a faded T-shirt, Curtis found his mate appealing. Claire’s pretty face was completely round with pudgy cheeks and an extremely large double chin. Her gigantic breasts rested on her immense belly and her upper arms were incredibly fat. Her waist was tree trunk like thick and her hips monumental in width. Claire’s butt was colossal and her thighs enormous. The rolls that circled her waist were at least two inches thick and a soft layer of flab buried her hips. "What shall I make us for dinner tonight?" Claire asked in a highly sensual tone of voice.
Curtis tickled his love’s soft, flabby waist. "Surprise me."
Claire giggled, "Stop that, you’ll be late for work."
Curtis smiled; "I can call in and just feed you all day long? Bathe you too?"
Claire smiled, "Oh my love, first run to store and buy me some chocolates."
Curtis kissed Claire’s hand as he massaged her chunky upper arm, "Anything you desire."