His Big Favorite

Randy was coming out of the shower after her workout session. She had about ten minutes before she had to be in the dining hall for ---ugh!--- dinner. Randi grinned to herself. A month ago she would have been looking forward to her evening meal but since coming to the Fair Meadow Fat Farm, she couldn't get herself all worked up over the low-cal meals they served. She paused in front of the full length mirror. Her thick thighs, round tummy, full hips, and plump cheeks were reflected there. Randi had already lost twenty five pounds and was down to 165 but she still had a long way to go. The clock read five minutes to five. She hurried off to dress.

Randi set down her tray and sat staring at the food on her plate. Dry orange and greenish sticks (probably carrots), a white square block the size of a small deck of cards that they said was fish, a green mass of lettuce with lemon juice squeezed on, and a lukewarm skim milk to wash it all down comprised her carefully supervised dinner. What could she pretend she was eating today? She dug in reluctantly.

"Is anyone sitting here?"

Randi looked up, salad leaves peeking out from between her lips. The man who stood there was tall, tanned, and muscular. Hair black and curly topping his head and reflected in a well kept mustache. He also held a tray of the ambiguous meal but it was obvious he didn't need to be on a diet. Randi was so stunned by this handsome man all she could do was nod. He smiled dazzlingly and sat next to her.

"Miss Waite, isn't it? I thought I recognized you from the picture in your file...although I must admit that I wasn't too sure. You've lost quite a bit of weight. Congratulations."

Randi swallowed her food, still dazzled. "Thank you..." she managed to mumble.

"Oh, forgive me. I neglected to introduce myself. I'm your host, Jonathan Cummings." He extended his hand. As Randi shook it, she felt a tingle run up her arm. The man was electric!

They continued to talk throughout the meal. Randi never remembered taking a bite but the food still disappeared. When they were done, Jonathan recommended they walk through the gardens. "But I'm scheduled for the film session 'The Benefits of Celery' after dinner," Randi feebly protested.

Jonathan chuckled. "I'm sure I can arrange for you to miss that. It's very boring and I think you'll enjoy the walk more." Randi agreed.

They walked through the darkening gardens for what seemed like hours. Randi found herself babbling on about herself, nervously. Jonathan seemed very absorbed in learning all about her so after a while she relaxed and told him everything he wanted to know.

"So," Jonathan asked, "you've been...heavy...most of your life?"

"Yes. My life seems to be just a series of diets, binges, and more diets."

"Your file says that when you came here you weighed 190. Is that the heaviest you've ever been?"

"Oh, no. Last year I was about 260."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah, I was a real blimp then. But I went on a strict diet and lost a hundred fifteen pounds. I felt I was thin then and could eat anything I wanted. Well, in about three months I eaten my way back up to 190. That's when I came here. I wanted to get skinny once and for all."

"Why?"

Randi stopped and faced him. "Why what?"

"Why do you want to be skinny?"

She looked at him curiously. No one had ever asked her that before. "I don't know. To be attractive, I guess." She leaned against him. "Do you find me attractive?" she breathed.

He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Randi opened her mouth to accept his probing tongue. She was heady with the thought of the man she held. After a while, she broke their embrace. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said impishly.

Jonathan grinned back. "I have an island in the Carribean where I sometimes take...favorite...guests for, shall we say, special weight training." His grin grew broader. "I'm going there tomorrow. Come with me."

Randi looked into his deep blue eyes. "Of course..."

The car stopped in front of the coral colored estate. The chauffeur opened the door and offered Randi his hand. Jonathan followed her out into the bright sunshine. "Like it?" he said.

She looked at the palm tree covered grounds with the white sand beach beyond. "You're kidding, right?"

"Let's go inside."

A butler opened the front door, admitting them. A cavernous foyer with twin snaking stairways leading to the second floor lay beyond. Jonathan's arm circled her waist and he gently kissed her.

"I've got to see to the other house guests. Smithers will take you to your room. Change into a suit and meet me by the pool." Off he went.

"Miss Waite? Please follow me." Smithers took her up to the second floor to an ornate bedroom. He opened a huge closet. "Your new wardrobe, compliments of Master Cummings." it was stuffed with luxurious clothing of all types but a significant number were bikinis. Smithers opened the French doors leading to a balcony. "The pool is directly below, madam."

As Randi stepped towards the balcony, Smithers let himself out. Below her was an Olympic sized pool of cool blue water. On one side was a long, elegant dining table with eight chairs. Jonathan stood by the table, sipping a tall drink. Within the water were six, tanned women in string bikinis. Randi looked again, blinking in disbelief. Yes, there were six women in string bikinis in the water; but Randi was sure not one of them weighed less than two hundred fifty pounds.

Puzzled, she dressed quickly in a one piece bathing suit and headed for the pool. All of the women and Jonathan sat at the table when she arrived. Jonathan seated her at one end and, before seating himself at the other end, he introduced the house guests. On the left was the brunette Jessie, raven-haired Karen, and Stacy. On the right sat red-haired Becky, the brunette Bobbi, and the only blonde Krissie. When Jonathan introduced Krissie the big blonde made a point of telling Randi she weighed four hundred twenty pounds even though it was obvious that she was the biggest of the rotund bunch. Krissie seemed to take some sort of strange pleasure in informing Randi of this. Randi felt sorry for them all. It was apparent that these were Jonathan's most difficult cases and that's why they were here. She thought they all were quite beautiful; that is, they could be if they would lose some weight.

Luncheon was served by Smithers and his crew. There seemed to be many courses of wide varieties and large quantities. Randi resisted temptation through the first few courses although the others dug in with gusto. A lively conversation sprung up and Randi quickly warmed up to the other girls when she realized they were making a point of being friendly towards her. The fourth course of the meal was salad and Randi finally decided to indulge. A maid brought out a serving bowl and laid it in front of Randi. It was a chef's salad brimming with cheeses, meats, and fowl drenched in a creamy dressing laying on a tiny base of lettuce. Randi waited demurely for Smithers to dole out her portion but instead the servers placed identical bowls in front of each of the girls. Jonathan excused himself and went into the house. Randi began dubiously to eat some of the voluminous bowl's contents. She barely dented it when her shrunken stomach told her that she had had enough. Smithers cleared her place. The other girls continued to wolf down every bit. Large platters of grilled meats were served but Randi disdained. She sat unbelieving as the six wiped each platter clean. Dessert followed in the form of several kinds of cake, pastry, pie, pudding, and cookies. Randi took only tea.

Watching them roll their eyes with each big bite, Randi became confused. With all the food they were consuming, how did these girls ever expect to lose weight? Randi gently posed her question. A moment of silence was quickly punctuated with laughter.

Stacy put down the pastry she was eating and wiped her mouth delicately. "Honey, we're not trying to lose weight..."

"You're ... not?" Randi asked, even more confused.

"No, sweetheart," Becky began. "We're trying to gain weight."

Randi was thunderstruck. "Gain...weight? Why, for heaven's sake? You're all already so..."

"Fat?" Stacy finished for her. "Honey, we all intend to get much bigger." There were serious nods all around. "You see...we all adore Jonny, and Jonny justs loves his women big."

Randi sat stunned.

"It's true." Jonathan had returned, standing behind Krissie. "I've always liked big women, the bigger the better. I created my fat farm to help find women of true stature and beauty...women like these girls who like me and want to please me by getting fatter."

"We sure do!" Jessie exclaimed, gulping down the last of the whipped cream cake she'd been eating. The brunette then reached out and scooped up a couple of eclairs.

"They were not always this large," Jonathan continued after a moment. "Bobbi weighed two-ten when she came here, Karen was two-fifty, Jessie one-eighty, and Krissie...Krissie here, barely weighed as much as you do when she joined me a year ago. They all came here and fattened themselves up for me."

"And it's been fun!" Becky squealed. "Still is!"

Randi had trouble absorbing what she heard. It went against everything she'd been taught, heard...everything she knew. Jonathan came over and knelt beside her. He took her hand and looked into her eyes. "I brought you her because I thought you were one of those girls struggling to make herself something she was not just so you could be 'attractive'. Randi, you feel something for me and I for you. Look around. These girls are more than attractive, they're beautiful!"

Randi looked at them all in a new light. They were beautiful. She looked at Jonathan. This handsome man...that intense look...

"I..." she began.

Becky reached out and took her right hand. Softly, she drawled, "Relax, sugah. Jonny's the finest man I know. And he's tellin' you the truth, believe me." With her other hand she took a huge creampuff and placed it before Randi. "Enjoy, sugah. It don't get no better than this!"

Randi paused. She thought about all those horrible diets, all the weight lost and the weight regained. And she made her decision.

As she sunk her teeth into the giant creampuff, the girls all cheered.

* * *

The days passed in a haze of sun, fun, and food. Mostly food. Each day would begin with breakfast at 8 with the dining room table groaning with platters of eggs cooked several ways, piles of pancakes dripping with syrup and melted butter, stacks of waffles with whipped cream, loaves and loaves of buttered toast, and heaping mounds of sausages and bacon. Two hours later they would lounge around and within the pool with Jonathan. Lunch would be served at 12 much the same way it was the first day, with at least six courses. The afternoon would be spent in the cool house away from the heat of the day, sipping on tall thick shakes and munching on fattening tidbits. Dinner arrived at 4. It was the big meal of the day and would often last until eight or nine o'clock. One girl each night would disappear with Jonathan to his room around seven. The others would complete the one to two hour dessert course and then move on to the living room for television, videos, and chips with dip. Jonathan and his date would return at the end of the evening for the midnite snack. After the dozen pizzas were devoured, Randi would pat her swelling waistline and head off to bed.

Each day was much the same and Randi found it quite pleasant until she slowly began to realize that she was never picked as Jonathan's evening companion. Moreover, Krissie seemed to be chosen the most often. While crunching on chips one night, Randi worked up the courage to ask Stacy about it.

"It's true, honey. Jonny told you he liked his women big, in fact, the bigger the better. And, while you've added a few pounds, you're still too skinny..." When she saw the look on Randi's face, she quickly added, "...of course, Jonny's said many times that he thought you had real potential..."

Randi looked up to see Krissie and Jonathan rejoining the group. She realized that if she wanted to capture his affection, she would have to grow even larger than Krissie. That would make her Jonathan's big favorite.

During her third week on the island, Randi determined that she would stay by the blimpish blonde's side everyday, all day, imitating her as closely as possible. The unsuspecting Krissie seemed glad to have Randi's company and they quickly became fast friends. And Randi starting growing by leaps and bounds.

On her third month anniversary, Smithers and the staff had surprised her with a monstrous cake that Randi decided to eat by herself. As she swallowed the last chunk of the gigantic cake, Randi burped and looked over at herself in the full-length mirror on her left. She had a healthy double chin. Her upper arms had filled out and her thighs were as thick as most girls' waists. Huge, pendulous breasts strained the velvet top of her string bikini. She delighted in the fact that she could barely squeeze into the over-sized swimsuit. Randi patted her well- rounded belly, making a deep sound. Her stomach rolled over her belly button and hid half her lap. When ordering her new swimsuit she had told the seamstress to make it three sizes larger. It was due next week and she wondered if she hadn't been a bit conservative.

"Randi?" Jonathan called. It was weigh-in night and it was now Randi's turn. She rose ponderously on her dainty high-heeled shoes. Her tummy rubbed against the table. Randi waddled over to Jonathan, gave him a kiss, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the huge scale.

The dial, able to register up to a thousand pounds, swung widely until it settled down. Randi let out the breath in a whoosh. A grin broke out on Jonathan's face. Randi had passed her top weight. The needle on the scale pointed to two hundred ninety one.

The flush she felt disappeared quickly, though when Krissie stepped onto the scale. Krissie's weight, and Randi's new goal, was four hundred eighty six.

Randi worked hard during the next eight weeks to achieve her goal. As she grew bigger and bigger and bigger she came closer to outweighing Krissie. But even though she stuffed herself each day to the bursting point (and sometimes beyond), that goal was getting farther away from her as Krissie, too, continued to gain. The only consolation Randi could give herself was that Krissie's weight gains were smaller and eventually Randi would catch up.

A benefit of this "weight race" was that as Randi swelled larger, Jonathan began paying her more attention. His eyes lingered a little more on her as she passed, he seemed to take note of her when she went for that extra bite at dessert time, and she thought she caught him looking more intently at her by the pool. So she waited until her clothes were once again becoming too tight. Before dinner, she stuffed herself into her tightest black jeans and waddled down to the table. It was "Italian Night" as Becky liked to call it and Randi made sure that she got triple helpings of the lasagna, the manicotti, the veal parmigiana, the ziti, and the linguini. To top it off, Randi ate her share of the garlic bread and polished off a forest of breadsticks. By the time dessert came, the jeans had become skin tight. Randi had even thought she heard the seams stretch noisily once or twice. After she had consumed two large bowls of spumoni, the staff brought out the chocolate covered creampuffs. Each of the creampuffs was eight inches in diameter and they doled out a dozen to each of the girls. Randi ate each one although she thought she would burst. Jonathan stared at her unabashedly. Everyone seemed finished. Randi looked to her left and noticed that Krissie still had one creampuff left.

"Krissie?" Randi asked, sweetly. "Are you going to eat that creampuff?" Each of the other girls, knowing how much Randi had eaten and unable to conceive how she could eat more, just stared. Jonathan had a sly grin.

"No," replied the unsuspecting Krissie. "Do you want it, Randi?" Krissie handed Randi the creampuff.

"Thank you," Randi said, returning Jonathan's grin. As she crammed that creampuff into her mouth she oohed and aahed, before licking the chocolate off her fingers. Then she patted her huge, distended stomach.

Just as she did, a loud ripping sound was heard and Randi burst completely through the side and back seams of her jeans. Jonathan ran around to view the sight.

Randi tucked her right index finger coyly into her mouth. "Oops," she said. "Looks like I need bigger jeans..."

Jonathan was sweating slightly as he brought the girls into the weigh-in room. He quickly put each of the other four girls on the scale, leaving Randi and Krissie to last.

Then it was Randi's turn. Still in the exploded jeans, Randi stepped up onto the scale. The needle swung around. Four hundred eighty one pounds! Randi nearly jumped up and down! Jonathan would surely choose her tonight.

Then Krissie got on the scale. Again the needle spun. Five hundred sixty six pounds! Randi couldn't believe it. And her shock was even greater when Jonathan took Krissie upstairs instead of her. She turned and went out onto the beach, missing the long look and devilish smile Jonathan gave her retreating form.

A week later Jonathan announced that he had to return to the States for a couple of months on business. All the girls were saddened to see Jonathan go but it was later by the pool that Randi began to grow frightened. Suppose he was going to bring another girl to the island! Suppose she was even bigger than Krissie! What would Randi do?

Randi looked over at the blimpish blonde, thinking. Then a look of resolve crossed her face. She called one of the house staff over and ordered a huge sandwich as a mid-morning snack.

* * *

Jonathan drove up to the estate. He had been gone a little over three months and he missed his girls. He laughed to himself. He especially missed Krissie and Randi. The two were using their growing bodies in a battle for his affections. There were no better weapons they could use.

Smithers opened the door and took his bags. "Welcome home, Master Cummings."

"Thank you, Smithers. Where are the young ladies?"

"Most of them are in the dining room in anticipation of the evening meal, sir."

"I'll be delaying dinner for just a bit, Smithers..."

"Sir...?"

Jonathan didn't bother to respond. As he walked in the room the girls greeted him. He kissed the five present. "It's certainly good to see all my big girls again!" He looked around the table. There were two empty chairs at Randi's place. "Well, almost all my girls...Randi's still coming, I guess. Uh, are we expecting company?"

The girls all looked at each other and started giggling. "Something like that..." Stacy managed between giggles.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Come on, girls, to the weigh-in room! I'm anxious to weigh you all since it looks like each of you has added a few luscious pounds..."

Jonathan proceeded to weigh each of the girls, praising each one for the weight they had gained, but anxiously working his way to Krissie. When it came the blonde's turn, Randi still had yet to arrive.

Jonathan turned to Krissie. "Krissie...? You look like you've filled out a little." A smile creased the girl's face as she eased her way onto the scale. The needle flung madly about, oscillating back and forth until it stopped. Jonathan was stunned. The girls started giggling again. Krissie weighed seven hundred forty seven pounds!

"My god...." Jonathan gasped. "747! A real jumbo jet...!"

Just then, a voiced boomed out behind Jonathan. "Well, if that's the way you feel about that skinny little blonde, wait till you get a look at me!"

Jonathan whirled. At the entrance stood Randi. At least he thought it was Randi. Her huge bulk filled the double doorway. Now he knew why two chairs were at her place at the table...she couldn't possible fit on just one of the extra wide chair Jonathan provided. Her face had become so round that her four chins were larger than the face they surrounded. Randi's upper arms had ballooned out to the size of inner tubes. Her breasts strained against the triangles of her string bikini, dwarfing each half even though it was the size of a kite. Her stomach bulged out as one gigantic ball of beautiful fat hanging to her dimpled knees. The belly button seemed cavernous. Randi's calves were nearly as wide as most women's waists. And, incredibly, she was balancing her substantial form on high heels!

Jonathan was in shock as she made her way over to the scale, a fiendish grin on her face. Each step sent huge ripples throughout her bloated body. Krissie stepped off the scale to stand clear. Randi kissed Jonathan's slack lips lightly and stepped onto the scale. The base of the scale moaned out its protest at the unaccustomed load.

Again the needle spun madly, only this time threatening to fly off all together. After a few moments it stopped to register Randi's new weight.

Where Krissie now weighed a jumbo seven hundred forty seven pounds, Randi had finally attained her goal of surpassing the blonde. Randi weighed nine hundred seventy nine larduous pounds! She turned to Jonathan. "Dig my body, lover?"

Jonathan just stammered.

"So who's your big favorite now, huh?"

Jonathan swallowed and straightened his tie. "See you upstairs, sexy."

Randi laughed deeply. She put her fingers on his lips. "Only after dinner...I'm starving..."