~BBW (Multiple), Magic, ~MWG – When Leah and Neala inspire a visitor big changes occur
An Alternate Reality Story
PART ONE : THE ROAMING WIFE
Leah and Neala sat in the antique shop swapping stories. Leah was leaning back in her chair, as Neala was about to relate her latest tale when a customer walked in. The customer was a cute gal with long luxurious black hair and a soft 180-pound butterball figure. Her round face was very pretty, enhanced with cosmetics and long earrings. 21 or perhaps a little younger, she was dressed in a black T-shirt with a brown fringe vest and overly worn blue jeans, a hole in the knee.
Leah looked across the shop, "Can I help you with something miss?"
The young lady's hand flew upon her plump belly, "Nah, just looking."
Leah nodded, "Good, Missy. Look all you want, but don’t touch anything unless you ask first."
The young lady nodded and began to browse though some old books.
Leah turned back to Neala, "Now you were saying?"
Neala sipped her tea, "Qui mademoiselle. Several month ago this woman came to see me. Her son had not married wisely for his bride had an attachment to another man..... but let me relate the events as a story might sound, for you know that I can see at a distance as though nowalls exist... "
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#PART TWO : WEIGHT FOR THE RIGHT MAN.
Leah smiled, "That’s a cute story, I do so love happy endings."
Neala nodded, "I recently heard from Mrs. Alton, she said Nick and Mia were on a second honeymoon."
Leah looked over and saw the young lady still browsing and then turned her attention back to Neala, "I have a story for you too."
Neala grinned, "Please Mademoiselle, do share."
Leah smiled, "It goes like this:
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An Alternate Reality Story
AR16: Misty's Adventure
by Matt L.
(For the previous installment of this series please click here)
This story is the property of Matt L. and is reposted with his permission. His e-mail address is [email protected], he'd like your comments sent to him.
by Matt L.
(For the previous installment of this series please click here)
This story is the property of Matt L. and is reposted with his permission. His e-mail address is [email protected], he'd like your comments sent to him.
PART ONE : THE ROAMING WIFE
Leah and Neala sat in the antique shop swapping stories. Leah was leaning back in her chair, as Neala was about to relate her latest tale when a customer walked in. The customer was a cute gal with long luxurious black hair and a soft 180-pound butterball figure. Her round face was very pretty, enhanced with cosmetics and long earrings. 21 or perhaps a little younger, she was dressed in a black T-shirt with a brown fringe vest and overly worn blue jeans, a hole in the knee.
Leah looked across the shop, "Can I help you with something miss?"
The young lady's hand flew upon her plump belly, "Nah, just looking."
Leah nodded, "Good, Missy. Look all you want, but don’t touch anything unless you ask first."
The young lady nodded and began to browse though some old books.
Leah turned back to Neala, "Now you were saying?"
Neala sipped her tea, "Qui mademoiselle. Several month ago this woman came to see me. Her son had not married wisely for his bride had an attachment to another man..... but let me relate the events as a story might sound, for you know that I can see at a distance as though nowalls exist... "
Mia sat in the lounge smoking a cigarette as Jeff approached her. Mia winked at Jeff and giggled as she blew a smoke ring in his face. Mia Demuir was a harlot. I say this not because she soaked the pockets of males dry for sexual favors, but because she married for money and not out of love. And she was putty in the hands of Jeff - who cared about money even more than her thin body.
Jeff’s hand slipped behind Mia’s back and they shared a slow kiss. "How long are we going to be meeting this way baby? Like I’m anxious, you know?"
Mia’s beauty was exceptional. Long flaming red hair that brushed against her exquisite face and a slim, shapely figure looking like a million dollars in a tight black dress. Mia put out her smoke and rubbed up against Jeff, softly purring, "Only a matter of time sweetie. You can count on it."
Jeff caressed her narrow waist and glanced over her breasts, then looked into her eyes, "Just think. I’ll have you and the cash."
Mia meowed into his ear, "Yeah, in a few months we’ll be on easy street."
Jeff jerked back his head, "A few months? That’s too long."
Mia sipped her club soda; "I can’t let loose the strings now. I just married the guy. I have to stay married long enough to claim a huge settlement in the divorce."
Mia turned and faced the bar, "I mean I hate living with that toad and his mom. Sometimes I want to leave right now, but I can’t."
Jeff nodded, "Okay, okay. I got us a room at the Ramada Inn; are you ready to leave?"
Mia spun around, "Actually, yes."
The couple left the joint, Jeff’s hand placed upon Mia’s small behind.
If her husband was a terrible person, maybe Mia wouldn’t be so out of place, but truth be told, Nick Alton was a decent young man. It didn’t matter to her that Nick worked hard for a living and was a gentleman. Mia was attracted to his bankbook and the fact that he owned his own business and had more money than he knew what to do with.
Nick was good looking too, but not exactly what she preferred in a lover. Nick was heavyset, nearly 280-pounds and Mia didn’t favor stout men unless they had cash. Mia was a waitress at a fancy club, that’s where she met Nick. At first she only paid attention to him to acquire bigger tips, until she found out his worth. Then she was all over the hapless guy.
Nick was like a lot of men - dense when it came to understanding women's weiles. He believed her words and actually thought she harbored feelings for him. Mia only cared about Mia. In the six months since they married, Nick lavished her with gifts, spoiled her with trips to health spa’s and more.
His mother, Mrs. Alton, had heard of me from local gossip and paid me a visit. She made no bones about it mademoiselle, though her son had deep affection for this little cocotte, she had none for him. Mrs. Alton asked me to arrange a spell - but not for him to lose her, no.
Her son was blind to her lascivious behavior. She wanted me to cast a love spell, but also to change her appearance. Mrs. Alton had gotten wind that her daughter n law would ridicule her son’s weight behind his back.. Thus Mrs. Alton requested that Mia become heavier than her child.
I asked for a strand of Mia’s hair, an article of clothing, a photograph and a sample of her handwriting. Mrs. Alton complied with my request and I went to work on the spell.
Mia looked fetching that afternoon at the mall when I saw her. She was in a tube top and shorts as she promenaded through the shops catching admiring glances from all types of men. Then Mia journeyed into a swanky sportswear store and was looking over swimwear when it happened.
Mia’s flat tummy slowly swelled, pushing outwards over the shorts. Her hips widened as her butt slightly expanded and her thighs became thicker. The button of the shorts popped open as her tummy became fuller. Not noticing the 15-pounds added to her body, Mia continued looking over the throng bikini’s until a preppy saleswoman approached her.
"Might I advise you miss to maybe check out the one-piece bathing suits", the saleswoman suggested. Mia’s shorts barely fit, a roll of fat pouring over the waistband, flabby saddlebags stretching the material.
"What do you mean miss, I have the perfect shape for a thong", Mia told the saleswoman. The saleswoman shrugged her shoulders and then walked away.
Mia’s belly shook like jell-o as she walked over to the next section of swimwear. It was then Mia saw her reflection in a mirror. A sideways view of her shape exposed her protruding belly, inflated rear and husky thighs. Mia froze for a second before facing the mirror and examining her plump figure. Her hand cradled her soft potbelly and she whined, "Oh my, how did this happen?"
Mia tried in vain to button her shorts, but her potbelly refused to cooperate. Fleeing the store, Mia headed towards the parking lot, but stopped in front of an ice cream shop. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was seated in the ice cream shop devouring a large banana split with extra whip cream. Mia gobbled up the banana split in a hurry, her face smeared with ice cream and chocolate syrup.
Mia wasn’t quite done. Wiping her mouth with her wrist, Mia called over to the waitress, "Can I have a few big cookies? Four, no wait. Five big cookies and a vanilla milk shake."
As Mia consumed the sweets, her body continued to change. Her breasts increased in size and weight, barely contained in the tube top, they expanded sideways and upwards. Mia’s upper arms became fuller and loss tone. Then her face became puffy and rounder, producing a tiny double chin. Her body appeared bloated as she reached 145-pounds.
Once at home, Mia had a tough time removing her shorts. Mia needed to lie on the bed and pull them off since the shorts were snuggly glued to her thick thighs. Back on her feet, Mia had no memory of her pig-out. Rubbing the back of her head she exclaimed "This is so crazy. Could this be water weight?"
Mia of course had no memory of what she had eaten. She glanced over her thighs as the lower part of her body began to fatten. Her thighs went from thick to chunky to hefty. Her butt ballooned; becoming as plump as it was wide. Mia’s hips began to expand; spreading outwards as her waist became pudgy. Her sexy underwear strained from her girth and within a few seconds seemingly disappeared beneath her fat.
Mia was frantic as I watched in my ball.
"This can’t be happening," she cried.
But of course it was. Her figure looked out of place with the lower half of her body much larger than the top. Mia glanced at her reflection and as she inspected her face, another 50-pounds captured her body. Her diamond shaped face slowly changed to oval shape then completely round. Her high cheekbones puffed out as a layer of fat coated her face. Her nose became wider and developed a ball of fat on the tip.
The tiny double chin flowed in width and became thicker and thicker. Her upper arms doubled in size as well as her breasts, which laid upon her podgy tummy. Her belly curled as it inflated and pushed outwards. The lower half of her body still claiming most of her weight. Large rolls of flab circled her tubby waist and her hips generously expanded. Mia’s posterior fattened into a gigantic bubble butt that shook over her humongous thighs.
Another wave of weight gain followed and Mia became larger and heavier, finally stopping as she reached 350-pounds.
I used my spell in such way; no one would remember Mia as anything but heavy. Especially Nick and Jeff. Jeff would have no interest in her anyway at that size, but Nick would still find her attractive. Mrs. Alton before hand, picked up garments for her large size daughter in law, thus she wouldn’t have to run around the house naked.
Mia scratched her head and made tracks to the closet, unaware that she was ever slim. She had just slid a sweatshirt over her body as Nick entered the bedroom.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" Mia slowly waddled over to Nick, then wrapped her arms around him.
"Strange Nick. Like my memory is fuzzy or something?", Mia questioned.
Nick rubbed his hand over her spacious waist, "Dinner will be ready in an hour, what would you want to do afterwards?"
Mia smiled, "Anything sweetie, just as long as I’m with you." With that comment fresh in the air, they kissed.
Jeff’s hand slipped behind Mia’s back and they shared a slow kiss. "How long are we going to be meeting this way baby? Like I’m anxious, you know?"
Mia’s beauty was exceptional. Long flaming red hair that brushed against her exquisite face and a slim, shapely figure looking like a million dollars in a tight black dress. Mia put out her smoke and rubbed up against Jeff, softly purring, "Only a matter of time sweetie. You can count on it."
Jeff caressed her narrow waist and glanced over her breasts, then looked into her eyes, "Just think. I’ll have you and the cash."
Mia meowed into his ear, "Yeah, in a few months we’ll be on easy street."
Jeff jerked back his head, "A few months? That’s too long."
Mia sipped her club soda; "I can’t let loose the strings now. I just married the guy. I have to stay married long enough to claim a huge settlement in the divorce."
Mia turned and faced the bar, "I mean I hate living with that toad and his mom. Sometimes I want to leave right now, but I can’t."
Jeff nodded, "Okay, okay. I got us a room at the Ramada Inn; are you ready to leave?"
Mia spun around, "Actually, yes."
The couple left the joint, Jeff’s hand placed upon Mia’s small behind.
If her husband was a terrible person, maybe Mia wouldn’t be so out of place, but truth be told, Nick Alton was a decent young man. It didn’t matter to her that Nick worked hard for a living and was a gentleman. Mia was attracted to his bankbook and the fact that he owned his own business and had more money than he knew what to do with.
Nick was good looking too, but not exactly what she preferred in a lover. Nick was heavyset, nearly 280-pounds and Mia didn’t favor stout men unless they had cash. Mia was a waitress at a fancy club, that’s where she met Nick. At first she only paid attention to him to acquire bigger tips, until she found out his worth. Then she was all over the hapless guy.
Nick was like a lot of men - dense when it came to understanding women's weiles. He believed her words and actually thought she harbored feelings for him. Mia only cared about Mia. In the six months since they married, Nick lavished her with gifts, spoiled her with trips to health spa’s and more.
His mother, Mrs. Alton, had heard of me from local gossip and paid me a visit. She made no bones about it mademoiselle, though her son had deep affection for this little cocotte, she had none for him. Mrs. Alton asked me to arrange a spell - but not for him to lose her, no.
Her son was blind to her lascivious behavior. She wanted me to cast a love spell, but also to change her appearance. Mrs. Alton had gotten wind that her daughter n law would ridicule her son’s weight behind his back.. Thus Mrs. Alton requested that Mia become heavier than her child.
I asked for a strand of Mia’s hair, an article of clothing, a photograph and a sample of her handwriting. Mrs. Alton complied with my request and I went to work on the spell.
Mia looked fetching that afternoon at the mall when I saw her. She was in a tube top and shorts as she promenaded through the shops catching admiring glances from all types of men. Then Mia journeyed into a swanky sportswear store and was looking over swimwear when it happened.
Mia’s flat tummy slowly swelled, pushing outwards over the shorts. Her hips widened as her butt slightly expanded and her thighs became thicker. The button of the shorts popped open as her tummy became fuller. Not noticing the 15-pounds added to her body, Mia continued looking over the throng bikini’s until a preppy saleswoman approached her.
"Might I advise you miss to maybe check out the one-piece bathing suits", the saleswoman suggested. Mia’s shorts barely fit, a roll of fat pouring over the waistband, flabby saddlebags stretching the material.
"What do you mean miss, I have the perfect shape for a thong", Mia told the saleswoman. The saleswoman shrugged her shoulders and then walked away.
Mia’s belly shook like jell-o as she walked over to the next section of swimwear. It was then Mia saw her reflection in a mirror. A sideways view of her shape exposed her protruding belly, inflated rear and husky thighs. Mia froze for a second before facing the mirror and examining her plump figure. Her hand cradled her soft potbelly and she whined, "Oh my, how did this happen?"
Mia tried in vain to button her shorts, but her potbelly refused to cooperate. Fleeing the store, Mia headed towards the parking lot, but stopped in front of an ice cream shop. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was seated in the ice cream shop devouring a large banana split with extra whip cream. Mia gobbled up the banana split in a hurry, her face smeared with ice cream and chocolate syrup.
Mia wasn’t quite done. Wiping her mouth with her wrist, Mia called over to the waitress, "Can I have a few big cookies? Four, no wait. Five big cookies and a vanilla milk shake."
As Mia consumed the sweets, her body continued to change. Her breasts increased in size and weight, barely contained in the tube top, they expanded sideways and upwards. Mia’s upper arms became fuller and loss tone. Then her face became puffy and rounder, producing a tiny double chin. Her body appeared bloated as she reached 145-pounds.
Once at home, Mia had a tough time removing her shorts. Mia needed to lie on the bed and pull them off since the shorts were snuggly glued to her thick thighs. Back on her feet, Mia had no memory of her pig-out. Rubbing the back of her head she exclaimed "This is so crazy. Could this be water weight?"
Mia of course had no memory of what she had eaten. She glanced over her thighs as the lower part of her body began to fatten. Her thighs went from thick to chunky to hefty. Her butt ballooned; becoming as plump as it was wide. Mia’s hips began to expand; spreading outwards as her waist became pudgy. Her sexy underwear strained from her girth and within a few seconds seemingly disappeared beneath her fat.
Mia was frantic as I watched in my ball.
"This can’t be happening," she cried.
But of course it was. Her figure looked out of place with the lower half of her body much larger than the top. Mia glanced at her reflection and as she inspected her face, another 50-pounds captured her body. Her diamond shaped face slowly changed to oval shape then completely round. Her high cheekbones puffed out as a layer of fat coated her face. Her nose became wider and developed a ball of fat on the tip.
The tiny double chin flowed in width and became thicker and thicker. Her upper arms doubled in size as well as her breasts, which laid upon her podgy tummy. Her belly curled as it inflated and pushed outwards. The lower half of her body still claiming most of her weight. Large rolls of flab circled her tubby waist and her hips generously expanded. Mia’s posterior fattened into a gigantic bubble butt that shook over her humongous thighs.
Another wave of weight gain followed and Mia became larger and heavier, finally stopping as she reached 350-pounds.
I used my spell in such way; no one would remember Mia as anything but heavy. Especially Nick and Jeff. Jeff would have no interest in her anyway at that size, but Nick would still find her attractive. Mrs. Alton before hand, picked up garments for her large size daughter in law, thus she wouldn’t have to run around the house naked.
Mia scratched her head and made tracks to the closet, unaware that she was ever slim. She had just slid a sweatshirt over her body as Nick entered the bedroom.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" Mia slowly waddled over to Nick, then wrapped her arms around him.
"Strange Nick. Like my memory is fuzzy or something?", Mia questioned.
Nick rubbed his hand over her spacious waist, "Dinner will be ready in an hour, what would you want to do afterwards?"
Mia smiled, "Anything sweetie, just as long as I’m with you." With that comment fresh in the air, they kissed.
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#PART TWO : WEIGHT FOR THE RIGHT MAN.
Leah smiled, "That’s a cute story, I do so love happy endings."
Neala nodded, "I recently heard from Mrs. Alton, she said Nick and Mia were on a second honeymoon."
Leah looked over and saw the young lady still browsing and then turned her attention back to Neala, "I have a story for you too."
Neala grinned, "Please Mademoiselle, do share."
Leah smiled, "It goes like this:
"He’s a married man, he’s not going to leave his wife", Mrs. Fletcher told her daughter.
Heather Fletcher was an ambitious young lady who did what she wanted, despite her mother’s wishes.
"He’s separated mom. Trust me, he’ll untie the knot once he’s around me long enough."
Heather was quite the dish. Long wavy blond hair, extremely beautiful face and amply endowed curvaceous figure. Though Heather wasn’t always this way. Just before entering college, Heather tipped the scales at roughly 185 pounds.
College changed Heather in more ways then just her weight. Originally Heather wanted to become a social worker and to help unwed mothers and children from broken homes. However, as she dropped the pounds and discovered cosmetics and trendy clothes, the former chubby old fashion girl next door developed a change in attitude.
She broke off her engagement to Steve Wyler, who she had dated since high school and became among other things, arrogant, self-centered and vain. Heather switched majors and after earning a law degree, joined a highly influential law firm which served only the upper class members of society.
Heather would only date wealthy men, for she sought a life of comfort and leisure. Sterling Jacob Howard II was just that type of man. He might have been a twice-married cad to the letter, but was a brilliant attorney who rolled in cash. Mrs. Fletcher folded her arms; "I haven’t a clue why you broke up with Steve? There was a nice young man who respected you."
The 29 year-old Heather glanced at her reflection in the mirror, "Steve was nice, I’ll give you that, but what? He’s still working at a gas station."
"Actually he is part owner of it now, " remarked her miom. He's a very good mechanic, nit a gas jockey,"
Heather smiled at her reflection; the red gown lavishly showed off her well-proportioned figure.
"I want a man who can afford me", Heather replied as she spun around.
Mrs. Fletcher scanned her memory, "You didn’t think so back in high school. y gosh, I remember how he would brighten your day just by coming over and play board games with you."
Heather snickered, "That was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter."
Heather paraded around the living room; "I was a different person back then. Shy, awkward, fat. Steve was the only guy that gave me the time of day. I know, I know, I don’t appreciate that now, but so what? I’ve changed."
Mrs. Fletcher shook her head, "No kidding."
Heather placed her hands on her slender hips, "If Steve and I were still together, I’d still be fat and frumpy. No future, just ....."
Mrs. Fletcher interrupted her daughter; "You’re wrong baby. You were very cute when you were chubby. I’m confident if you never lost weight, you’d be happier because you would of used your ambition for the good of others and been with a fine gentleman."
Heather sipped her bottled water, then giggled, "So I’d be fat and happy? Doubtful."
The evening flew by and the very next day, Heather coincidently ran into Steve. It was at the supermarket and through Steve was dressed in his dirty work clothes; Heather looked outstanding in a purple silk blouse and gray skirt.
"Hey Heather, how have you been?", Steve asked as he glanced over Heather’s slender form.
Heather brushed back her beautiful mane, "Just find Steve, actually better then fine, I’m marvelous."
Steve nodded, "You look fabulous, hardly the girl who needed a girdle to fit into her prom dress."
Heather rolled her eyes, "Stop that Steve. That was a long time ago."
A grin took shape on Steve’s face, "You seeing anyone?"
Heather pretentiously smirked, "You heard of Sterling Jacob Howard the second?"
Steve nodded, "Sure I have. He’s a very powerful attorney, only handles the rich and famous."
Heather purred, "We’re an item."
"I thought he was married?", Steve asked.
Heather giggled, "For the time being."
Heather began to brag, "We went out last night and Sterling brought me to that exclusive new Michigan Avenue restaurant. We had steak and lobster, then we went dancing."
Steve chuckled; "I remember when you were happy with a pizza and a movie."
Heather dropped a carton of low fat yogurt into her shopping cart; "My taste has vastly improved. I demand the finer things in life."
Heather began to walk away and Steve casually brought up, "Heather, I know we float in different circles now. I know that I could never financially match Sterling, but I kind of miss you and wish we could still be at least friends. We used to have so much fun together."
Heather paused and then turned around. "That’s not a good idea. Socializing with you would be a step down."
Heather waved as she continued her trek through the supermarket, "You’re a wonderful guy Steve, but really, you can’t believe we’d still be friends."
Steve responded with the remark, "You’re my true love, remember when you said that?"
Heather turned around, still moving, but at a slower pace, "Yeah, so what? I was a naive fat chick back then."
Steve ran up to Heather, "No you weren’t. You were vibrant and kind, good natured and beautiful. You told me I was your true love in your kitchen, after we got in out of the snow. It was a blizzard and we had a snowball fight and your mother made us hot chocolate."
Steve’s words did in fact touch Heather’s heart and bring back memories, but her avaricious nature blocked off the sentiments. Steve stood as he watched Heather walk away.
A few days went by and Steve eventually ran into Mrs. Fletcher who lauded over Steve’s finer qualities. She mentioned that her daughter might be intelligent, but lacked common sense. That Steve was the right man for Heather and if it were up to her, Heather would still be the same girl whom Steve helped with homework, watched Saturday morning cartoons, taken to the prom. Even if she was still chubby, at least she would have a man who’d appreciate her. Mrs. Fletcher knew as well, Heather would have still been in love with Steve.
I learned of all this through a mutual friend of ours and invited Mrs. Fletcher to my antique shop. There I escorted Mrs. Fletcher to my backroom and as she gazed into my mirror made her wish.
Mrs. Fletcher discovered herself at home. It was nearly five o’clock and she was about ready to enter the kitchen to prepare dinner when the front door opened and Heather walked in. Mrs. Fletcher blinked as she thought to herself, "Oh my gosh, it worked!"
Heather’s reality was indeed altered. Heather was now the young lady she would have become if she never lost weight. Heather’s blond hair was now shorter, worn up in a professional style that accented the roundness of her chubby face.
Looking absolutely cute, she had fuller cheeks and a distinct double chin. Heather was nicely dressed in a red dress and blue jacket that complimented her 250-pound full figure. Heather’s big upper arms seemed uncomfortable in the jacket and her buxom breasts rode over her enormous belly. A few rolls of fat, the largest one settling over her immensely wide hips, circled her pudgy waist. Heather’s plump derriere was circular in shape, as broad as it was bloated; it bounced over her husky thighs. Heather ditched her briefcase on the table as she remarked to her mother, "Is my hubby home yet?"
Mrs. Fletcher realized with profound happiness, Heather was married to Steve. As this reality sunk into Mrs. Fletcher’s mind, it became apparent that Heather never became a lawyer, but in fact was a social worker. Heather removed her jacket, "It took the better part of day, but I finally found a job for that single mom I was telling you about."
Mrs. Fletcher smiled, "That’s great baby, congratulations."
Heather reached into a crystal candy dish and helped herself to a few chocolates. "We’re going order pizza tonight mom, so don’t start anything for dinner."
Mrs. Fletcher nodded as her daughter continued, "We’ll order when Steve gets home, but right now I going to take a shower."
A half-hour later, Heather caught up with her mom in the kitchen. Heather was in a black T-shirt that exaggerated the size of her beefy upper arms and large bosom, while the gray sweatpants amplified the roundness of her big belly and hefty bubble butt. Mrs. Fletcher was still amazed by Heather’s transformation and grinned as her daughter plopped down at the kitchen table with two cupcakes.
"I shouldn’t really be eating this, I just weighed myself and I put on four pounds in a week", Heather told her mom. Mrs. Fletcher stood and walked over to the fridge,
"How about a glass of milk?"
Heather giggled, "Yeah, good idea."
Heather finished the first cupcake and as her mom poured the milk, remarkeda s she gently patted her belly, "I hope Steve’s not too angry. I keep getting fatter and fatter."
Mrs. Fletcher handed her daughter the glass of milk, "Why would Steve be angry? He loves you and accepts you just the way you are."
Heather smiled, "I guess I needed a little reassurance."
A few minutes later Steve was home with a bouquet for his lady. "Sorry I’m late, but the guy at the flower shop had problems with his delivery van, so I helped him out."
Steve handed Heather the flowers and they briefly kissed. Mrs. Fletcher walked over to the couple and then turned to Steve; "Heather’s worried about a few pounds she put
on."
Heather covered her mouth, "Mom; you didn’t have to tell him."
Steve smiled at his mother in law, "That’s okay. I think Heather looks gorgeous."
Heather grinned as she blushed, "Aw Steve."
Steve ran his hand across Heather’s chubby cheek and as he glanced into her eyes, she softly admitted, ”You’re the only love of my life."
Heather Fletcher was an ambitious young lady who did what she wanted, despite her mother’s wishes.
"He’s separated mom. Trust me, he’ll untie the knot once he’s around me long enough."
Heather was quite the dish. Long wavy blond hair, extremely beautiful face and amply endowed curvaceous figure. Though Heather wasn’t always this way. Just before entering college, Heather tipped the scales at roughly 185 pounds.
College changed Heather in more ways then just her weight. Originally Heather wanted to become a social worker and to help unwed mothers and children from broken homes. However, as she dropped the pounds and discovered cosmetics and trendy clothes, the former chubby old fashion girl next door developed a change in attitude.
She broke off her engagement to Steve Wyler, who she had dated since high school and became among other things, arrogant, self-centered and vain. Heather switched majors and after earning a law degree, joined a highly influential law firm which served only the upper class members of society.
Heather would only date wealthy men, for she sought a life of comfort and leisure. Sterling Jacob Howard II was just that type of man. He might have been a twice-married cad to the letter, but was a brilliant attorney who rolled in cash. Mrs. Fletcher folded her arms; "I haven’t a clue why you broke up with Steve? There was a nice young man who respected you."
The 29 year-old Heather glanced at her reflection in the mirror, "Steve was nice, I’ll give you that, but what? He’s still working at a gas station."
"Actually he is part owner of it now, " remarked her miom. He's a very good mechanic, nit a gas jockey,"
Heather smiled at her reflection; the red gown lavishly showed off her well-proportioned figure.
"I want a man who can afford me", Heather replied as she spun around.
Mrs. Fletcher scanned her memory, "You didn’t think so back in high school. y gosh, I remember how he would brighten your day just by coming over and play board games with you."
Heather snickered, "That was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter."
Heather paraded around the living room; "I was a different person back then. Shy, awkward, fat. Steve was the only guy that gave me the time of day. I know, I know, I don’t appreciate that now, but so what? I’ve changed."
Mrs. Fletcher shook her head, "No kidding."
Heather placed her hands on her slender hips, "If Steve and I were still together, I’d still be fat and frumpy. No future, just ....."
Mrs. Fletcher interrupted her daughter; "You’re wrong baby. You were very cute when you were chubby. I’m confident if you never lost weight, you’d be happier because you would of used your ambition for the good of others and been with a fine gentleman."
Heather sipped her bottled water, then giggled, "So I’d be fat and happy? Doubtful."
The evening flew by and the very next day, Heather coincidently ran into Steve. It was at the supermarket and through Steve was dressed in his dirty work clothes; Heather looked outstanding in a purple silk blouse and gray skirt.
"Hey Heather, how have you been?", Steve asked as he glanced over Heather’s slender form.
Heather brushed back her beautiful mane, "Just find Steve, actually better then fine, I’m marvelous."
Steve nodded, "You look fabulous, hardly the girl who needed a girdle to fit into her prom dress."
Heather rolled her eyes, "Stop that Steve. That was a long time ago."
A grin took shape on Steve’s face, "You seeing anyone?"
Heather pretentiously smirked, "You heard of Sterling Jacob Howard the second?"
Steve nodded, "Sure I have. He’s a very powerful attorney, only handles the rich and famous."
Heather purred, "We’re an item."
"I thought he was married?", Steve asked.
Heather giggled, "For the time being."
Heather began to brag, "We went out last night and Sterling brought me to that exclusive new Michigan Avenue restaurant. We had steak and lobster, then we went dancing."
Steve chuckled; "I remember when you were happy with a pizza and a movie."
Heather dropped a carton of low fat yogurt into her shopping cart; "My taste has vastly improved. I demand the finer things in life."
Heather began to walk away and Steve casually brought up, "Heather, I know we float in different circles now. I know that I could never financially match Sterling, but I kind of miss you and wish we could still be at least friends. We used to have so much fun together."
Heather paused and then turned around. "That’s not a good idea. Socializing with you would be a step down."
Heather waved as she continued her trek through the supermarket, "You’re a wonderful guy Steve, but really, you can’t believe we’d still be friends."
Steve responded with the remark, "You’re my true love, remember when you said that?"
Heather turned around, still moving, but at a slower pace, "Yeah, so what? I was a naive fat chick back then."
Steve ran up to Heather, "No you weren’t. You were vibrant and kind, good natured and beautiful. You told me I was your true love in your kitchen, after we got in out of the snow. It was a blizzard and we had a snowball fight and your mother made us hot chocolate."
Steve’s words did in fact touch Heather’s heart and bring back memories, but her avaricious nature blocked off the sentiments. Steve stood as he watched Heather walk away.
A few days went by and Steve eventually ran into Mrs. Fletcher who lauded over Steve’s finer qualities. She mentioned that her daughter might be intelligent, but lacked common sense. That Steve was the right man for Heather and if it were up to her, Heather would still be the same girl whom Steve helped with homework, watched Saturday morning cartoons, taken to the prom. Even if she was still chubby, at least she would have a man who’d appreciate her. Mrs. Fletcher knew as well, Heather would have still been in love with Steve.
I learned of all this through a mutual friend of ours and invited Mrs. Fletcher to my antique shop. There I escorted Mrs. Fletcher to my backroom and as she gazed into my mirror made her wish.
Mrs. Fletcher discovered herself at home. It was nearly five o’clock and she was about ready to enter the kitchen to prepare dinner when the front door opened and Heather walked in. Mrs. Fletcher blinked as she thought to herself, "Oh my gosh, it worked!"
Heather’s reality was indeed altered. Heather was now the young lady she would have become if she never lost weight. Heather’s blond hair was now shorter, worn up in a professional style that accented the roundness of her chubby face.
Looking absolutely cute, she had fuller cheeks and a distinct double chin. Heather was nicely dressed in a red dress and blue jacket that complimented her 250-pound full figure. Heather’s big upper arms seemed uncomfortable in the jacket and her buxom breasts rode over her enormous belly. A few rolls of fat, the largest one settling over her immensely wide hips, circled her pudgy waist. Heather’s plump derriere was circular in shape, as broad as it was bloated; it bounced over her husky thighs. Heather ditched her briefcase on the table as she remarked to her mother, "Is my hubby home yet?"
Mrs. Fletcher realized with profound happiness, Heather was married to Steve. As this reality sunk into Mrs. Fletcher’s mind, it became apparent that Heather never became a lawyer, but in fact was a social worker. Heather removed her jacket, "It took the better part of day, but I finally found a job for that single mom I was telling you about."
Mrs. Fletcher smiled, "That’s great baby, congratulations."
Heather reached into a crystal candy dish and helped herself to a few chocolates. "We’re going order pizza tonight mom, so don’t start anything for dinner."
Mrs. Fletcher nodded as her daughter continued, "We’ll order when Steve gets home, but right now I going to take a shower."
A half-hour later, Heather caught up with her mom in the kitchen. Heather was in a black T-shirt that exaggerated the size of her beefy upper arms and large bosom, while the gray sweatpants amplified the roundness of her big belly and hefty bubble butt. Mrs. Fletcher was still amazed by Heather’s transformation and grinned as her daughter plopped down at the kitchen table with two cupcakes.
"I shouldn’t really be eating this, I just weighed myself and I put on four pounds in a week", Heather told her mom. Mrs. Fletcher stood and walked over to the fridge,
"How about a glass of milk?"
Heather giggled, "Yeah, good idea."
Heather finished the first cupcake and as her mom poured the milk, remarkeda s she gently patted her belly, "I hope Steve’s not too angry. I keep getting fatter and fatter."
Mrs. Fletcher handed her daughter the glass of milk, "Why would Steve be angry? He loves you and accepts you just the way you are."
Heather smiled, "I guess I needed a little reassurance."
A few minutes later Steve was home with a bouquet for his lady. "Sorry I’m late, but the guy at the flower shop had problems with his delivery van, so I helped him out."
Steve handed Heather the flowers and they briefly kissed. Mrs. Fletcher walked over to the couple and then turned to Steve; "Heather’s worried about a few pounds she put
on."
Heather covered her mouth, "Mom; you didn’t have to tell him."
Steve smiled at his mother in law, "That’s okay. I think Heather looks gorgeous."
Heather grinned as she blushed, "Aw Steve."
Steve ran his hand across Heather’s chubby cheek and as he glanced into her eyes, she softly admitted, ”You’re the only love of my life."
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