This is probably my first post where the beginning is missing.
I found Chapters 4-6 ´via an archive search at the now either defunct or spam-flooded At.sex.weightgain Newsgroup. It was originally posted 1996
Chapters 1-3 were on the by now defunct feeder.com website ( I am talking of the beginnings of fantaSIZING on the net).
Chapter 4
As she entered her bedroom, she stood for a moment infront of her vanity
mirror.
Inserting her middle finger deep into her navel, she began to move her
belly side to side
and up and down enjoying the sensation and view of her belly in motion,
still glistening
from the butter rub down of earlier. Turning to her closet, she began to
carefully choose
her clothes. She was going for a certain look when she picked out her
slightly too tight
jeans, and cotton knit short sleeved shirt , and a light blue dennim over
shirt. As she
dressed she could feel that the jeans were tighter than she remembered and
she could only
barely button them and get them zipped. She figured that the seams could
burst at any
moment. Turning to observe her self , she smiled approvingly at how the
cut and tighness
of the jeans accentuated the size of her hips and legs. Her white short
sleeved cotton knit
shirt stopped just short of being able to be tucked into her waistband,
leaving a deliciously
thick roll of fat exposed between the shirt and jeans. She put on the
dennim shirt, leaving it
unbuttoned, more out of necessity than of choice. A quick check of the
makeup and hair
and she was ready. "Devastating!", she said outloud as she left the
bedroom.
It was a little difficult walking in the tight jeans and she hoped that
the recently washed
dennim would ease up a little bit as she wore them. She passed through
her living room
on the way to her business office. She and her late husband, Don, had run
several
successful home businesses, all of them having to due with the special
needs of fat people
for products, furniture, services, clothing and lingerie. In fact, the
size and success of the
businesses seemed to grow in direct relationship to her size, a fact which
was not lost on
herself or her husband. They used to joke about it, but on some level she
felt it was more
than coincidence. As her weight moved through the 300's. to the 400's she
was in a
unique position to offer special advice and consultation to her clients.
She was also able
to consult with her suppliers and vendors in the development of new
products and
services. Over the years the business had become highly personalized,
delivering superior
products with superior service, providing her with a loyal and growing
clientel.
Financially, she was very well off and planned within the next five years
to be financially
independent through savings and shrewd investments. Her independence
would give her
the freedom to pursue her greatest fantasy.
Hearing the door bell ring, she knew it was her groceries.
Checking herself once
more she made her way to the kitchen. She could see Gregg standing at the
door with
two bags of groceries in his arms. She smiled and let him in, standing
back from the door
so that he could get a good look at her. As Gregg entered she saw his
eyes drop to the
roll of fat hanging over her waistband, protruding from the too short knit
shirt. As his
eyes rose to meet hers, she said, "Hello Gregg. Please put the groceries
on the table and I
will start to unpack as you unload the truck. How many bags today?"
Gregg replied, with obvious tension in his voice, " Hi Mrs. Green, I
counted twelve bags
today."
"Gregg, please call me Susan." She stared directly into his eyes. He was
a few years
younger than she, about five feet ten inches, stocky build, green eyes,
brown hair neatly
styled.
"Ok, Mrs., um , I mean Susan." He could barely speak, his mouth was so
dry. He found it
hard not to stare at her. Hoping she did not sense his nervousness, he
placed the groceries
on the table. " I'll get the rest of your order, Susan." With that he
turned and left the
kitchen.
Susan, began to unpack the food, not turning around as Gregg returned five
more times to
fully unload the order. Standing with her back to the door, she did not
hear him walk up
behind her. "Susan, I brought you something that I think you left out of
your order" His
closeness startled her and she turned around to find Gregg standing right
behind her. He
had, however, misjudged Susan's bulk and as she turned to face him her
stomach brushed
against him. He retreated slightly. He was holding something behind his
back. " Uh,
Susan, I noticed that you left these out of your order and I thought,
well, I thought you
had just forgotten about them." He held out a box of two dozen chocolat
covered donuts.
Smiling, she replied, "Gregg, thanks. How sweet of you! They are my
favorites and I did
forget. Be a dear and open the box." Gregg opened the box nearly
destroying it in the
process. He held it out to Susan. She moved closer to him. He could
feel the heat of her
body, the scent of her perfume filling his head. She pushed the box toward
him saying,
"Gregg, please feed me a donut." The lustiness in her voice surprised her.
Gregg reached
for a donut, lifting to her waiting lips. Susan's eyes misted over as she
began to chew.
"Please Gregg, another!" She closed her eyes as he fed her.
Unconsciously her hand
dropped to her side and she began to rub and stroke her belly, not
noticeing that it was
brushing ever so lightly against Gregg. As she ate, her mind drifted back
to her first days
of college. To the beginnings of her transformation.
Chapter 5
Her mind drifted back to the first few weeks of college. She felt so
liberated. Free from
the constraints of home and friends. Free to be herself, her true self
not the image that
others wanted. Without her mother knowing it, she had purchased a school
wardrobe that
was one size larger. She didn't plan on going home until the Christmas
break, as the as the
airfares were too expensive to travel on both Thanksgiving and Christmas.
That gave her
plenty of time to carry out her plan. Over the summer, working as a
waitress, she had
gained ten pounds, managing to hide it from family and friends by her
clothes. Her friend
Sarah had noticed the new fat on her stomach during a day at the beach.
"Susan, I think
your waitressing job is 'growing' on you!", she joked as she pointed to
the virgin roll of
fat. Susan laughed ,saying, "Yes, it has grown on me. Hasn't it?" At the
same time she
was aware of a tingling feeling inside as she acknowledged her weight
gain.
Right from the first day she began to eat. Visiting the local
grocery store just off
campus, Susan stocked up on candy bars and her favorite forbidden snack
foods: potato
chips, taco chips and cheeze doodles. She spied a box of chocolate
covered donuts as she
was leaving and never having had them, scooped them up and threw them into
the
shopping cart. Leaving the market, she stopped at the Pizza Palace and
ordered a pizza
with extra cheese to go. She returned to her room, stopping at the soda
machine for a
Coke and unpacked her goodies. Turning on her portable cassette player
and donning her
earphones she greedily tore into the pizza. She had eaten one half of the
pizza when she
became aware of a warmth suffusing her body. It rose suddenly and swept
through her
like a raging river. She ate faster, trying to cram the pizza into her
already stuffed mouth,
imagining herself growing fatter with every bite, until the raging river
passed and she lay
on her bed warm and contented.
She did not hear her roommate enter the room. She became aware of
her
roommate's presence during a pause in her cassette. Straining to move
against the mass of
food in her stuffed belly, she rose off her bed to greet her roommate.
The eighteen year
old standing in the doorway was the fattest girl Susan had ever seen. She
almost filled the
doorway from side to side. Susan guessed that she weighed at least 300
lbs, possible
more. She looked so forlorn and frightened and seemed genuinely relieved
when Susan
greeter her warmly.
"Hi", she said tentatively. " My name is Carrie. Looks like we're
going to be
spending some time together."
" I'm Susan. Sorry about the mess but I just had some pizza ,
and, well, I would
offer you a piece but I finished the whole thing." She felt her pulse
quicken as she spoke
the words.
" I love pizza!", Carrie replied appearing much more at ease. But
I guess you can
see that for yourself!" She smiled faintly as she spoke. " I feel good
about this. I feel we
are going to get along fine."
" I think we definitely are. Listen, go and unpack and when you
are finished we
can go to the dining room for a bite to eat and get to know each other"
As she watched
Carrie unpack, she formed a vision of herself in her mind and it was
fatter than her new
roommate.
"Susan, Susan, that was the last donut." She heard Gregg's voice
as if through a
fog. As the tide of her memories receded, she realized that she had
finished the entire box
of donuts. Opening her eyes, she saw Gregg standing before her and became
aware for
the first time that her stomach was brushing against him. She did not
back away, nor did
he. He tried to speak, but she raised a finger to her lips to signal him
not to speak. She
could see his aroused state. "Gregg, do not be embarrassed. I enjoyed
that very much. I
wanted you to feed me."
" Susan, I, well, I think that you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever seen. I
really can't believe that I have said that or done that. It's not like me.
I don't know....."
She cut him off by touching her finger to his lips.
"Gregg, please. I wanted you to feed me. It's all right. I saw
how you looked at
me when you came to deliver my food. I know that look very well." she
said thinking of
her late husband. " I just didn't know for sure if you could feed me.
Now I know."
"Susan, I think you are wonderful! I wish I could stay but..."
"You have other deliveries. Gregg, I understand. And I have work
to do. Can I call
you?"
"Call me! Anytime! And not just for deliveries."
She watched as he turned and walked down the driveway to the
truck. After
closing the door, she took one last look as he drove away and returned to
unpacking the
rest of her grocery order. "After today I don't think this food is going
to last me too
long!" she thought with a smile on her face. As she left the kitchen for
her office, she
scooped up the cheeze doodles, opened the bag and nibbled her way to the
office. Walking
through the living room, she paused to unbutton and unzip her jeans
allowing her pink,
soft fat to spill out before her. Reaching down with both hands, she
gently lifted her belly
until it was completely free of her pants and overhanging her thighs.
Glancing at the
picture of her husband, she wondered if she would ever be able to love
again; to trust
Chapter 6
Reaching her office with her bag of cheese doodles in hand, now almost
half empty, she
put down the bag and began the struggle to get her great, soft, sagging
belly back into her
jeans. Try as she might, after the kitchen feeding session with Gregg,
she could not close
the zipper. Realizing that she had to get to work, she took off her jeans
and threw them in
the trash. Her abdominal appendage hung as a magnificent soft, undulating
apron over her
panties. Walking to the fax machine she marveled at the sway of her
stomach as it
brushed against the top of her thighs. Sitting down, she spread her legs
and with both
hands lifted her belly allowing it to fall more comfortably between her
legs. Spilling the
remainder of the Cheeze Doodles from the bag, she began her days work of
collating the
orders and answering clients letters. She began to realize that the
business was growing
so rapidly, that she would need additional help just to keep up with the
flow of orders.
She wished that she could grow her body as quickly. With that thought, she
rose to go to
her bedroom, needing to get dressed before the shipping staff arrived to
pack and mail the
orders.
Closing the bedroom door behind her she stood before her mirror as
she pulled off
the too tight white knit jersey tee. She watched with growing excitement
as her rolls of
fat undulated with each movement of her body sending ripples of motion
across the vast
expanse of her torso. Swaying gently to the rhythm of the radio in the
background, she
watched as her globular belly swung back and forth, it's soft underside
caressing the tops
of her cellulite-packed immense thighs. " Demi Moore has nothing on me!"
she thought
confidently. She watched her image, mesmerized by the motion and the
sensations,
reaching her hands down to each side of the stomach and rolling and
lifting the fat in her
hands. The music built to a crescendo as did her swaying and her
emotions. As the
exhilaration passed, she lay down on her bed allowing her mind to drift
back to her first
semester of college.
How fortunate to have Carrie as her roommate. She was such an
inspiration. As
she came to learn, Carrie was quite an eater and though she was only
eighteen years old
she already weighed 400 lbs., much more than Susan had thought on the day
they met.
Susan was so envious of Carrie's body as she watched her in the room or in
the showers.
She resolved to transform her own 145 lb body as fast as possible. Carrie
did not have
much of a stomach. Instead, she carried her weight almost exclusively in
her hips and
legs. Her dark brown hair framed a round face with a beautiful double
chin. Her shoulders
were soft and round; her upper arms and forearms packed with firm flesh.
Her wrists and
hands were tiny, meeting her forearms with a deep crease. Her breasts
were full, but not
overly large. She had a nice soft tummy which hung down from two thick
rolls of fat on
her sides. But it was her hips and legs that were so incredible. Her
butt stood out from
her back nine inches ( just for fun they had measured it ). She had huge,
soft saddle bags
that protruded as two distinct mounds from the junction of her buttocks
and thighs. Her
thighs and calves were fold after fold of fat, ending at her ankles where
the fat formed a
cuff obliterating her ankles. Susan recalled that even at eighteen,
Carrie had a
pronounced waddle. The two girls quickly became friends sharing life's
intimacies. Susan
received an education from Carrie that disintegrated the last doubts she
may have
harbored about transforming her self into the magnificently obese young
woman of her
deepest dreams.
I found Chapters 4-6 ´via an archive search at the now either defunct or spam-flooded At.sex.weightgain Newsgroup. It was originally posted 1996
Chapters 1-3 were on the by now defunct feeder.com website ( I am talking of the beginnings of fantaSIZING on the net).
Chapter 4
As she entered her bedroom, she stood for a moment infront of her vanity
mirror.
Inserting her middle finger deep into her navel, she began to move her
belly side to side
and up and down enjoying the sensation and view of her belly in motion,
still glistening
from the butter rub down of earlier. Turning to her closet, she began to
carefully choose
her clothes. She was going for a certain look when she picked out her
slightly too tight
jeans, and cotton knit short sleeved shirt , and a light blue dennim over
shirt. As she
dressed she could feel that the jeans were tighter than she remembered and
she could only
barely button them and get them zipped. She figured that the seams could
burst at any
moment. Turning to observe her self , she smiled approvingly at how the
cut and tighness
of the jeans accentuated the size of her hips and legs. Her white short
sleeved cotton knit
shirt stopped just short of being able to be tucked into her waistband,
leaving a deliciously
thick roll of fat exposed between the shirt and jeans. She put on the
dennim shirt, leaving it
unbuttoned, more out of necessity than of choice. A quick check of the
makeup and hair
and she was ready. "Devastating!", she said outloud as she left the
bedroom.
It was a little difficult walking in the tight jeans and she hoped that
the recently washed
dennim would ease up a little bit as she wore them. She passed through
her living room
on the way to her business office. She and her late husband, Don, had run
several
successful home businesses, all of them having to due with the special
needs of fat people
for products, furniture, services, clothing and lingerie. In fact, the
size and success of the
businesses seemed to grow in direct relationship to her size, a fact which
was not lost on
herself or her husband. They used to joke about it, but on some level she
felt it was more
than coincidence. As her weight moved through the 300's. to the 400's she
was in a
unique position to offer special advice and consultation to her clients.
She was also able
to consult with her suppliers and vendors in the development of new
products and
services. Over the years the business had become highly personalized,
delivering superior
products with superior service, providing her with a loyal and growing
clientel.
Financially, she was very well off and planned within the next five years
to be financially
independent through savings and shrewd investments. Her independence
would give her
the freedom to pursue her greatest fantasy.
Hearing the door bell ring, she knew it was her groceries.
Checking herself once
more she made her way to the kitchen. She could see Gregg standing at the
door with
two bags of groceries in his arms. She smiled and let him in, standing
back from the door
so that he could get a good look at her. As Gregg entered she saw his
eyes drop to the
roll of fat hanging over her waistband, protruding from the too short knit
shirt. As his
eyes rose to meet hers, she said, "Hello Gregg. Please put the groceries
on the table and I
will start to unpack as you unload the truck. How many bags today?"
Gregg replied, with obvious tension in his voice, " Hi Mrs. Green, I
counted twelve bags
today."
"Gregg, please call me Susan." She stared directly into his eyes. He was
a few years
younger than she, about five feet ten inches, stocky build, green eyes,
brown hair neatly
styled.
"Ok, Mrs., um , I mean Susan." He could barely speak, his mouth was so
dry. He found it
hard not to stare at her. Hoping she did not sense his nervousness, he
placed the groceries
on the table. " I'll get the rest of your order, Susan." With that he
turned and left the
kitchen.
Susan, began to unpack the food, not turning around as Gregg returned five
more times to
fully unload the order. Standing with her back to the door, she did not
hear him walk up
behind her. "Susan, I brought you something that I think you left out of
your order" His
closeness startled her and she turned around to find Gregg standing right
behind her. He
had, however, misjudged Susan's bulk and as she turned to face him her
stomach brushed
against him. He retreated slightly. He was holding something behind his
back. " Uh,
Susan, I noticed that you left these out of your order and I thought,
well, I thought you
had just forgotten about them." He held out a box of two dozen chocolat
covered donuts.
Smiling, she replied, "Gregg, thanks. How sweet of you! They are my
favorites and I did
forget. Be a dear and open the box." Gregg opened the box nearly
destroying it in the
process. He held it out to Susan. She moved closer to him. He could
feel the heat of her
body, the scent of her perfume filling his head. She pushed the box toward
him saying,
"Gregg, please feed me a donut." The lustiness in her voice surprised her.
Gregg reached
for a donut, lifting to her waiting lips. Susan's eyes misted over as she
began to chew.
"Please Gregg, another!" She closed her eyes as he fed her.
Unconsciously her hand
dropped to her side and she began to rub and stroke her belly, not
noticeing that it was
brushing ever so lightly against Gregg. As she ate, her mind drifted back
to her first days
of college. To the beginnings of her transformation.
Chapter 5
Her mind drifted back to the first few weeks of college. She felt so
liberated. Free from
the constraints of home and friends. Free to be herself, her true self
not the image that
others wanted. Without her mother knowing it, she had purchased a school
wardrobe that
was one size larger. She didn't plan on going home until the Christmas
break, as the as the
airfares were too expensive to travel on both Thanksgiving and Christmas.
That gave her
plenty of time to carry out her plan. Over the summer, working as a
waitress, she had
gained ten pounds, managing to hide it from family and friends by her
clothes. Her friend
Sarah had noticed the new fat on her stomach during a day at the beach.
"Susan, I think
your waitressing job is 'growing' on you!", she joked as she pointed to
the virgin roll of
fat. Susan laughed ,saying, "Yes, it has grown on me. Hasn't it?" At the
same time she
was aware of a tingling feeling inside as she acknowledged her weight
gain.
Right from the first day she began to eat. Visiting the local
grocery store just off
campus, Susan stocked up on candy bars and her favorite forbidden snack
foods: potato
chips, taco chips and cheeze doodles. She spied a box of chocolate
covered donuts as she
was leaving and never having had them, scooped them up and threw them into
the
shopping cart. Leaving the market, she stopped at the Pizza Palace and
ordered a pizza
with extra cheese to go. She returned to her room, stopping at the soda
machine for a
Coke and unpacked her goodies. Turning on her portable cassette player
and donning her
earphones she greedily tore into the pizza. She had eaten one half of the
pizza when she
became aware of a warmth suffusing her body. It rose suddenly and swept
through her
like a raging river. She ate faster, trying to cram the pizza into her
already stuffed mouth,
imagining herself growing fatter with every bite, until the raging river
passed and she lay
on her bed warm and contented.
She did not hear her roommate enter the room. She became aware of
her
roommate's presence during a pause in her cassette. Straining to move
against the mass of
food in her stuffed belly, she rose off her bed to greet her roommate.
The eighteen year
old standing in the doorway was the fattest girl Susan had ever seen. She
almost filled the
doorway from side to side. Susan guessed that she weighed at least 300
lbs, possible
more. She looked so forlorn and frightened and seemed genuinely relieved
when Susan
greeter her warmly.
"Hi", she said tentatively. " My name is Carrie. Looks like we're
going to be
spending some time together."
" I'm Susan. Sorry about the mess but I just had some pizza ,
and, well, I would
offer you a piece but I finished the whole thing." She felt her pulse
quicken as she spoke
the words.
" I love pizza!", Carrie replied appearing much more at ease. But
I guess you can
see that for yourself!" She smiled faintly as she spoke. " I feel good
about this. I feel we
are going to get along fine."
" I think we definitely are. Listen, go and unpack and when you
are finished we
can go to the dining room for a bite to eat and get to know each other"
As she watched
Carrie unpack, she formed a vision of herself in her mind and it was
fatter than her new
roommate.
"Susan, Susan, that was the last donut." She heard Gregg's voice
as if through a
fog. As the tide of her memories receded, she realized that she had
finished the entire box
of donuts. Opening her eyes, she saw Gregg standing before her and became
aware for
the first time that her stomach was brushing against him. She did not
back away, nor did
he. He tried to speak, but she raised a finger to her lips to signal him
not to speak. She
could see his aroused state. "Gregg, do not be embarrassed. I enjoyed
that very much. I
wanted you to feed me."
" Susan, I, well, I think that you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever seen. I
really can't believe that I have said that or done that. It's not like me.
I don't know....."
She cut him off by touching her finger to his lips.
"Gregg, please. I wanted you to feed me. It's all right. I saw
how you looked at
me when you came to deliver my food. I know that look very well." she
said thinking of
her late husband. " I just didn't know for sure if you could feed me.
Now I know."
"Susan, I think you are wonderful! I wish I could stay but..."
"You have other deliveries. Gregg, I understand. And I have work
to do. Can I call
you?"
"Call me! Anytime! And not just for deliveries."
She watched as he turned and walked down the driveway to the
truck. After
closing the door, she took one last look as he drove away and returned to
unpacking the
rest of her grocery order. "After today I don't think this food is going
to last me too
long!" she thought with a smile on her face. As she left the kitchen for
her office, she
scooped up the cheeze doodles, opened the bag and nibbled her way to the
office. Walking
through the living room, she paused to unbutton and unzip her jeans
allowing her pink,
soft fat to spill out before her. Reaching down with both hands, she
gently lifted her belly
until it was completely free of her pants and overhanging her thighs.
Glancing at the
picture of her husband, she wondered if she would ever be able to love
again; to trust
Chapter 6
Reaching her office with her bag of cheese doodles in hand, now almost
half empty, she
put down the bag and began the struggle to get her great, soft, sagging
belly back into her
jeans. Try as she might, after the kitchen feeding session with Gregg,
she could not close
the zipper. Realizing that she had to get to work, she took off her jeans
and threw them in
the trash. Her abdominal appendage hung as a magnificent soft, undulating
apron over her
panties. Walking to the fax machine she marveled at the sway of her
stomach as it
brushed against the top of her thighs. Sitting down, she spread her legs
and with both
hands lifted her belly allowing it to fall more comfortably between her
legs. Spilling the
remainder of the Cheeze Doodles from the bag, she began her days work of
collating the
orders and answering clients letters. She began to realize that the
business was growing
so rapidly, that she would need additional help just to keep up with the
flow of orders.
She wished that she could grow her body as quickly. With that thought, she
rose to go to
her bedroom, needing to get dressed before the shipping staff arrived to
pack and mail the
orders.
Closing the bedroom door behind her she stood before her mirror as
she pulled off
the too tight white knit jersey tee. She watched with growing excitement
as her rolls of
fat undulated with each movement of her body sending ripples of motion
across the vast
expanse of her torso. Swaying gently to the rhythm of the radio in the
background, she
watched as her globular belly swung back and forth, it's soft underside
caressing the tops
of her cellulite-packed immense thighs. " Demi Moore has nothing on me!"
she thought
confidently. She watched her image, mesmerized by the motion and the
sensations,
reaching her hands down to each side of the stomach and rolling and
lifting the fat in her
hands. The music built to a crescendo as did her swaying and her
emotions. As the
exhilaration passed, she lay down on her bed allowing her mind to drift
back to her first
semester of college.
How fortunate to have Carrie as her roommate. She was such an
inspiration. As
she came to learn, Carrie was quite an eater and though she was only
eighteen years old
she already weighed 400 lbs., much more than Susan had thought on the day
they met.
Susan was so envious of Carrie's body as she watched her in the room or in
the showers.
She resolved to transform her own 145 lb body as fast as possible. Carrie
did not have
much of a stomach. Instead, she carried her weight almost exclusively in
her hips and
legs. Her dark brown hair framed a round face with a beautiful double
chin. Her shoulders
were soft and round; her upper arms and forearms packed with firm flesh.
Her wrists and
hands were tiny, meeting her forearms with a deep crease. Her breasts
were full, but not
overly large. She had a nice soft tummy which hung down from two thick
rolls of fat on
her sides. But it was her hips and legs that were so incredible. Her
butt stood out from
her back nine inches ( just for fun they had measured it ). She had huge,
soft saddle bags
that protruded as two distinct mounds from the junction of her buttocks
and thighs. Her
thighs and calves were fold after fold of fat, ending at her ankles where
the fat formed a
cuff obliterating her ankles. Susan recalled that even at eighteen,
Carrie had a
pronounced waddle. The two girls quickly became friends sharing life's
intimacies. Susan
received an education from Carrie that disintegrated the last doubts she
may have
harbored about transforming her self into the magnificently obese young
woman of her
deepest dreams.
