"Mirror, mirror. on the wall, who's the loveliest of
all?" the Evil Queen grimaced as the mirror told her it was
Snow White. She hated that girl. Slender as a reed, graceful
as a gazelle. When the queen was younger she would have put
her to shame, but those days were gone. In time, her
jealousy got the better of her. She ordered her huntsman to
take her into the forest and kill her. As we all know, he
didn't.
She found her way to the home of the 7 dwarfs and there
she dwelt safely and happily for many months. The queen once
again asked her mirror who was the loveliest. When she heard
it was still Snow White she set out to destroy, not her
body, but her BEAUTY.
The evil queen used her dark powers to make herself into
an old hag, but she didn't really make a poisoned apple. No;
she made a poisoned cake! She went to the little house where
Snow White was living and persuaded her to buy it. Snow
White, feeling sorry for the old woman, did so, even though
she never ate desserts herself. Cackling fiendishly, the
queen changed herself back and returned to her castle. She
could be patient because she knew that soon, very soon, the
little maiden, Snow White, would become a plump matron. Then
SHE would be the fairest in the land. Snow White kept to her
chores but the smell of the cake was hypnotic. "One little
piece wouldn't hurt," she said, her hands almost meeting
around her trim waist. The piece of cake was incredibly
delicious and was quickly followed by another. Instead of
satisfying her, each piece seemed to fan her appetite. By
the end of the afternoon the cake was all gone. She felt
ashamed that she had eaten the dwarfs dessert so she ran
right out and picked them a huge basket of strawberries.
That night at dinner, she ate with unaccustomed gusto. The
dwarfs were pleased to see that. They all felt she was too
skinny. Snow White was also surprised at her appetite, but
she felt WONDERFUL and sang as she did the dishes. The next
morning she didn't feel so wonderful. She felt tired and
achy; she felt.......older.
She had some trouble getting dressed. Her bodice felt
tight. She was sore and stiff as she went to the kitchen to
make breakfast. The dwarfs loved pancakes so she made a huge
stack. During breakfast she ate as many as they did, which
she never did. By the end of the week, she looked different.
She had to make herself a new bodice as her bosom had grown
considerably. She remained cheerful and a joy to be around
but she was worried and Doc noticed. "You're fine, Snow," he
advised, "you're just a growing girl. "Growing wider!" she
thought to herself as she let out the waist of her dress to
allow for the new voluptuousness of her hips and buttocks.
Her attitude was also changing. She began to walk with a
sexy swing to her hips, and she began to masturbate daily.
After a month she had an hourglass figure with a deep,
generous cleavage. She exuded sensuality with every step,
word and deed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face
had changed. Besides being a bit fuller, she had acquired
the look of a sensuous woman, but with it went a look
of.......Maturity.
Snow White looked at her reflection for a long time.
Something was wrong. Something was missing. In time, she
realized what it was. She had lost her girlish blush! She
seemed older; maybe 10 years older. She removed her clothes.
OH NO! What she saw wasn't the body of a girl, it was the
body of a woman! Her breasts, now so big and fat, were not
as bouncy as a girl's should be. Her waist was thickening
and her stomach, though flat, was soft. And she couldn't
believe her legs. They've been so slim and now they were
fulsome and shapely. She ran her hands over her plump
thighs, over her wide, womanly hips, then over her stomach.
Even the soft fuzz between her legs had become a thick,
curly mass. Unconsciously, she began to massage her mound.
She was a woman; she was ALL woman and now she needed a man!
She dressed in a snug dress which showed a lot of cleavage.
She had to admit, she enjoyed being so buxom and went for a
walk in the forest.
Snow White felt a fire between her legs that she had
never felt before. In a clearing she saw a wood cutter. He
was a big, burly man with bulging muscles and a hairy face
and body. Snow White could feel herself getting wet already.
Putting all of her generous curves into motion, she strolled
past the clearing and smiled seductively. They struck up a
conversation and she offered to share the picnic lunch she
had brought. Since her dramatic change, Snow had become an
excellent cook and baker. She sat by the brook in a way that
thrust her chest way out and began to eat a cake slowly and
sensuously, licking off the cream with delicate, cat-like
licks. The woodsman, Garth, was feeling the beginnings of an
erection. He sat down beside Snow and put his arm around
her. She purred and snuggled closer. They kissed; long and
deeply. He fondled her breasts. The left one popped out,
nipples erect, then the right. Snow was moaning and
breathing heavily. Garth gently pushed her back. She didn't
resist. Her skirt was lifted; her legs parted willingly and
then...........HE ENTERED HER! Snow White squealed with
pleasure. This was fantastic! She caressed his neck and told
him how good she felt, between her moans of pleasure. As in
all things she did, Snow White was a generous and giving
lover. Because of that, the experience was a joy for both
and she brought out the generous side of her man.
Afterwards, she was starving and the both ate until their
stomachs were full. Snow needed his help to lace up her
bodice and her breasts still popped out a few times on the
way home. She had told him where she lived and promised him
a great lunch tomorrow. Snow White wasn't a girl anymore,
but she liked the woman she had become. That night, the
dwarfs were treated to a sumptuous meal and the sight of
their beloved Snow White singing happily to herself as she
ate and ate and ate.
Snow spent the morning preparing a juicy roast and
gallons of honey-raisin custard. Her work was slowed a bit
by the annoying tendency of her boobs to pop out of her
bodice. " Darn! I'll have to make a BIGGER one!" she thought
to herself. She knew that this was the work of the evil
queen, but she wasn't afraid. "Someone will watch out for
me," she said. Garth arrived at noon and drank in Snow's
luscious curves. He was sure she looked even rounder than
yesterday and that got him hot. After lunch, she brought out
the dessert. Garth almost fainted. She was naked! She dipped
a fat, breast into the custard and then offered it to her
lover. He licked it clean until her nipple was red and
throbbing. She was hot. She spooned some onto Garth's now
naked crotch. She dropped to her knees and licked off every
bit. "MMMMMM," she thought, "even sex can be fattening."
Garth was trembling from anticipation. Snow turned around on
the floor and offered her wide bottom to him. He entered her
from behind. Her breasts slapped together fatly as he thrust
into her. Her vagina gripped him like a fist. It was a
beautiful afternoon.
They remained lovers for several months. During that
time she grew more and more experienced in ways to please a
man. She also grew older. One morning she awoke to find
herself sporting the potbelly of a middle aged women. Garth
didn't care. Her raven locks lost their sheen; her huge
bosom sagged to meet her flabby stomach; laugh lines and
crows feet etched her lovely face and finally, a broad band
of gray split the night of her tresses. Still she was
beautiful, and all who knew her loved her dearly. She had
become as the queen's spell had intended, a plump matron,
but that did nothing to diminish her beauty.
In time, Garth had to move on to other forests. Snow
missed him, but it wasn't too bad. She cared for him, but
she knew he wasn't her true love. Without him, though, she
had more time to cook and bake. She grew rounder and fatter
by the day. By now, her breasts were the size of watermelons
and she found that she now had to squeeze her hips through
the dwarf-size doors. Even an extra chin and pudgy cheeks
did not diminish her beauty. One afternoon, she was
strolling near the brook where she first met Garth. It
looked so inviting. She decided to go skinny dipping. Off
came her tent like garments. Snow glanced at her reflection.
"Oh my," she thought, "I look like someone's grandmother!"
She did, a little; grey haired and lined, fat and sagging,
she was comfortably into her dotage, but she still swayed
her hips like a tigress and had the most kissable lips in
the shire. The cool water helped support her mammoth chest
and relieved her backaches a bit. It feels so good. She
began to dream of Garth. She was getting hot. Unknown to
her, a runaway prince was observing her from the bushes. He
was transfixed. This woman, who looked like she had to be a
wife and mother a dozen times over, was exciting him like no
woman ever had. Without realizing it himself, the prince
began to undress.
Snow heard a sound and turned with a start, her big
chest stirring small waves as she turned. She saw a young
man slide his naked form into the stream. "What a handsome
young man," she thought to herself, then she giggled at her
choice of words. He was actually a bit older than Snow
should have looked were it not for the evil spell. He
aroused her, deeply. For the first time in months, she felt
like a girl. The prince was drawn to Snow as if by a magnet.
Looking deeply into her eyes he saw all the love and sharing
he had ever wanted. He took her hand. She drew him towards
her. A moment's glance and then they kissed. The prince was
a virgin and Snow could tell instantly. She also discovered
that the was hung like a stallion! His youthful, vigorous
member was hard and erect. Snow felt her nipples stiffen and
began to breathe heavily. "Let's go into the bushes," she
hissed into his ear. The prince was beside himself. He
WANTED her, this woman who looked like his mother. Snow
rubbed her fat nipples against his chest. He helped her out
of the brook. He followed her, eyes locked on her sensuously
undulating hips. Snow lay down on the grass and motioned for
him to join her. She was gentle and giving and coaxed him to
a raging erection. She taught him patience and concern for
your partner. He was a willing pupil. Finally they were both
ready. Snow massaged her salt and pepper hair between her
legs. Yes; she was wet too. Lovingly, the prince lowered
himself onto her fleshy body. .It was the best she had ever
had! She felt herself falling in love with him, and the
prince was falling in love with her too. The evil queen
hadn't concerned herself with Snow White for some time. She
asked the mirror who was the fairest in the land. The mirror
said "Snow White is still." "That COW!!!" the queen
screamed, "how can she be the fairest? She's just a fat old
lady!" The mirror answered, "Be her young or be her old, the
secret of her beauty can now be told; for be her fat or be
her thin, hers is the beauty that shines from within."
Meanwhile, Snow and the Prince were writhing in the
throws of passion, proclaiming their love. Snow was so
happy, but a miracle was happening. The grey left her hair,
her crows feet and lines went away. Her hair regained it's
raven luster. Sagging muscles regained their youthful
resilience and lastly, the blush of youth returned to her
cheeks. Snow White was as she was, almost. The aging and
appetite was from the spell, but the new weight was real and
she was, after all, almost a year older. The prince couldn't
understand. He was now pumping into a round, bouncy, very
chubby teenager. The 25 years that the queen had added to
Snow were now added to the queen, turning her into a
shriveled crone. In her rage, she fell from the window and
was killed.
Snow White was amazed! She was a girl again! She hadn't
gotten really fat until she had begun to age so this was a
new experience. She surveyed her cherubic form. She was so
FIRM, and BOUNCY! It was as if her breasts and bottom were
made of rubber. No longer were they sagging lard, but tight
mounds that jiggled with every step. Fortunately, her now
youthful bosom was as big as ever, because she had learned
to like having big hooters over these last months. She
embraced her beloved prince then pushed him to the ground.
Then mounting him, rode her stud wildly, her tits bouncing
as she went up and down.
The king and queen were happy that their son had found
such a nubile and, obviously, robust princess. They were wed
and began a honeymoon that lasted the rest of their lives.
Across the land many maidens took to eating so they might
emulate their princess. Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, The
Sleeping Beauty, even the Little Mermaid were among them,
but those are other stories for other days. In time, Snow
did become a wife and mother a dozen times over and the
years of caring for her family did add grey to her head and
lines to her face, but that was from time and contentment.
The evil had left the land.
THE END