After her first divorce, Sue went through a difficult period. Her ex-husbandhad managed to secretly give a away a lot of their assets to his sisterduring the year before their falling out. As a result, Sue was left withvery little of the accumulated wealth of their decade-long marriage.
To pare expenses, she had to move from their palatial home in the fancypart of town into a studio apartment in a lower middle class section. Worstof all, she had married John before finishing college, and now she had toprepare herself for a career. Sue enrolled in a local college business program,studying accounting, and prepared for her CPA exam. The boredom of studyingwas very hard to take, and it was during that period that she began to overeat.
At first it was just a Sarah Lee coffee cake and a gallon of ice creamthat she would bring back from the Supermarket on Fridays to celebrate theend of another week of job hunting. Then it progressed to cherry pies andcheesecakes, and eventually, day long gorging. Sue would go to the Supermarketon Monday, and buy enough food to feed an army. Then she would bring ithome, bury herself in her accounting books, and eat non-stop for a week.
It didn't take long for daily study/stuffing sessions to reflect themselveson her waist line. Sue was the type who put on weight easily even when shewas dieting; when she started to pig out, the pounds piled on like therewas no tomorrow.
Within three years of her divorce from John, Sue had been transformed froma slender, perky 110 lb. woman into a 389 lb. blimp. Since she was only5 feet 2 inches tall, with a 67 inch waistline, most people instinctivelygave her a wide berth as she passed by in the hallway. From Sue's pointof view, this was just as well. The last thing she wanted to do was to meetanother man as untrustworthy as John.
However, all those sessions also had another effect: Sue had become anace accounting student, and easily passed her CPA exam. After graduating,Sue got the job she craved as an auditor at the Internal Revenue Service.There she would target all the high-fliers in the town for tax audits, alwaysreserving the excruciating "Maxi-Audits" (where you have to proveeverything on your returns for the last 7 years) for the executives withPorsches and slender young wives.
As it turned out, this strategy turned out to be amazingly successful atcatching tax cheats, and Sue won promotion after promotion. In three yearsat the IRS she ascended to the position of Chief Auditor for the county.When the papers were signed for her new promotion, Sue inwardly squealedwith glee, because she knew that her dream of revenge would finally cometrue: she would be able to direct a Maxi-Audit of John's sister, whom shewas sure had not paid taxes on all the property that John had given her.
Sure enough, John's sister ended up owing over $500,000, and she was sentto prison for 18 months. The story made big headlines, and the AttorneyGeneral sent Sue a letter of appreciation for her efforts. On top of itall, John himself got so scared that he amended his returns and sent thestate a check for $250,000, even though Sue had already examined his returns,and understood that she would never be able to catch him unless she wasable to break through the network of Swiss bank accounts through which helaundered most of his income.
Sue rewarded herself for a job well done by going off on a two month long"all you can eat" vacation to Somoa. There she planned to beefherself up to 475 pounds with non-stop gorging, and toast her huge bodyto a golden brown. When she returned to work, she would truly be hell onwheels for the skinny tax cheats of the world.
Her first night on the Island, Sue went down to a local night spot to catcha little local color. Actually, she was looking for a man to service herduring her vacation. After all, she hadn't had sex for almost four yearsnow, and she was HUNGRY.
The night didn't get off to a good start when a skinny, balding man witha mustache started hitting on her. "Let me guess what you do... You'rea chef, right?"
"Nope. I'm an auditor for the IRS. What did you say your name was?"The skinny little man's face turned white.
"I don't think I want to tell you!" he said, and quickly turnedaway. As he strode out of the bar, Sue removed a small camera from her purse,and took a picture of him. She would find out his name from the trip roster,and target him for one of her famous "Maxis." Bet he'll be worthat least $20K, she chortled to herself.
The night was almost over, and Sue had given up on finding anyone to sleepwith when she saw him. And boy was there a lot of him to see! He was a hugeSamoan man, 6 foot 4 and weighing well over 400 pounds. He was wearing aflowery shirt that barely covered his huge belly. Boy! Sue could hardlykeep her eyes off him.
He apparently noticed her as well, because before long, he came over toher table.
"Care to dance?"
The band was playing a slow, romantic number, and Sue waddled out ontothe dance floor, placing her arms around him, and letting her head reston his shoulder. He felt so good in her arms! His hair smelled good, witha kind of flowery scent, and as his arms rested on her bulk, she knew thiswas the man she wanted to spent her vacation with.
"How long are you here for?" he asked.
"8 weeks," she said.
"Looking for a tour guide?"
"Yes. Know any big, handsome men to show me around?"
"It can be arranged. By the way, my name is Pete."
With that he lowered his hand, and gave her buttock and slight squeeze.Sue was in heaven!
It didn't take long for Sue to get him back to her hotel, where they madepassionate love. In the middle of their passion, the bed gave way, collapsingin a spray of splinters. Sue giggled, and Pete said, "A woman likeyou should only make love in a cast iron bed. I have one at my house thatis built to handle 1400 pounds."
"I'm not that big yet," Sue protested. "I only weigh 400now, but I'm growing."
"There are lots of 800 pound Somoan women," Pete said. "Soyou would not even be considered fat. In fact, you are a little bit on theskinny side for Samoa."
Skinny! Sue thought. The nerve of him!
"How do women here get so big?" she asked him. "Is it thefood?"
"Coconut milk," Pete said. "And lots and lots of Goborul."
"Goborul? What's that?"
"It is our special fattening food that we prepare in order to fattenour women up before they marry. A woman eating five servings of Goborula day for a year can gain more than 300 pounds."
"What's in it?"
"It is a mixture of pork, heavy cream, and of course, coconut milk.You should try it."
"I'd love to. In fact, I would like nothing better than a steady dietof Goborul - and you until I leave."
Pete smiled and they kissed on the mouth. "Your wish is my command,"he said.
In the morning, Pete took Sue over to his house on the other side of theisland. True to his word, he did indeed have a huge cast iron bed. Petewent out to shop while she lay in bed, munching, imaging how fat she wouldbe after 7 weeks on a Goborul diet.
Pete came back, and began to prepare the Goborul in a huge metal vat almost5 feet tall. He poured almost 65 pounds of pork, 15 gallons of heavy cream,and pitcher after pitcher of coconut milk into the vat, along with spices,and put it up to boil. A few hours later, he added 25 pounds of rice, andalmost 75 pounds of vegetables. The cooking took most of the evening, butfinally it was done.
"How much have you made?" Sue asked. "That should last awhile." "This is enough for only a week," Pete said.
"You expect me to eat all that?"
"Just try it," Pete said. "It is so good you will not beable to resist."
He was right. Goborul was truly the food of the gods, and fat gods theymust have been, because Sue ate until she was almost ready to explode, andthen Pete fed her some more.
The coming weeks went by in a flurry of bingeing. Sue had never in herlife eaten so much food, and at the end of the 7 weeks, she had grown solarge that she could no longer get out of bed on her own. Pete had to helpher get up and slowly waddle over to the scale. When she got on, the wholemachine groaned, and the need shot up past 675 pounds. She had gained almost300 pounds in 7 weeks!
"Am I still too skinny?" she asked with a grin, and Pete lookedon with pleasure.
"Yes, you are still a little on the scrawny side," he said. "Butit's nothing that another few months wouldn't fix."
"That's good to know," Sue said. "Because I was thinkingof extending my vacation."