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