~BBW (Multiple), Celebrities, Stuffing, ~SWG - The girl group from England takes a break from show biz and dieting.
As the Spice Girls entered their dressing room, each looked exhausted. Geri stared into the mirror at her face and saw the bags forming under her eyes. Emma slumped into a chair and wished to be a kid again. Mel B. laid her head down to rest, as did the other two. But little did the girls know their careers would be changed forever.
The final show of their tour concluded, and with the release of a motion picture, they were heading back to the studio. Each girl had maintained a healthy outward appearance, despite what the tabloids had said.
"Gals, I am tired and need some vacation away from the group," Geri whimpered.
Mel C. looked perturbed towards her and blurted, "You must want us to break up, don't you?"
"No," Geri retorted. "I simply believe we have worked hard enough and ought to take a break from each other."
"You slut! You want to take it all away from us!" cried Mel C. At this point all the girls lunged towards Mel C. in an attempt to restrain her from hurting herself or Geri.
Geri yelled, "That's it! I am leaving for two months, and I don't want anyone to follow me."
"Wait!" Emma hollered with futility. "I need a break too."
With that pitiful followup by Emma, Geri took her hand and the two walked out the door of the studio, heading to a place to find some rest.
Geri and Emma arrived at a small town only miles from their recording studios, where oddly enough no paparazzi had followed. Geri and Emma crawled out of her car; only then did Geri notice something she had forgotten at the studio. The whole trip she had been wearing a girdle. In recent shows, her outfits began to shrink, due to her unhealthy, nutritionally unbalanced road diet. She gradually reached behind her back, feeling for the strings of her corset, then carefully loosened the knot that remained. It nearly snapped open, giving her a slight scare. Her stomach expanded, and pushed her shirt out in her gut area just enough to notice it.
Emma looked quizzically towards Geri, who said, "I am so glad I don't have to wear this bloody thing anymore."
Emma smiled, for her innocent young mind would always ponder the most inane thoughts. She wondered about Geri's appearance and said aloud, "Do you think I could look better if I wore a girdle?"
"Well, doesn't everyone?" replied Geri snootily. Emma's mind was racing now. She could do whatever she wanted to her body, and a girdle could hide any flaws. She then thought harder.
"Geri, you think since we stopped touring that now I could finally eat some real food?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, eat like real people and not worry about weight?"
"I don't see why not," Geri said, almost instantly becoming distant. Her mind raced at the thought of not having cameras flashing every second, just sitting back and letting nature take its course.
"How about we go to the supermarket and get some real food?" Emma asked Geri.
Geri smiled and said, "Sure, why not."
Geri looked at the gleam in Emma's eyes and saw something she had never seen before; Geri found true joy in her eyes. She actually believed that Emma was smiling for real, not just a fake smile for the cameras. Geri pulled Emma towards the car, and almost in a giddy manner the two drove to the local food market.
As they both hopped in the car, Geri's pants felt incredibly tight. She silently thought, I'm gonna need new clothes because these are so damn small! While her pants cut into her stomach and thighs, they sped off in search of food.
Once reaching the market, Emma pulled out a wad of cash that Geri had never seen before. "Put that away! Do you wanna get mugged?!?" Emma complied, but Geri's questioning continued on. "Where did you get all this money?"
"I have saved it all," Emma replied innocently.
Geri slowly counted it, and found that she had over a hundred thousand dollars worth of currency. She almost screamed she was so happy. "This means we won't have to earn any money between now and when we go back to the band!"
Emma exclaimed in jubilation, but Geri only half smiled at this, because she wasn't sure if the band would want to reunite after Mel C's total mental breakdown. Her mind was taken off the band subject when she smelled chocolate being baked.
Geri and Emma marched towards the bakery of a store they came across, and drooled over the shelves of cookies, cakes, pastries, pies, and other assorted goodies. Then Emma nearly left the planet, as there was an entire shelf dedicated to doughnuts. She told the baker she wanted the whole shelf, but the baker laughed. "I am sorry little one, but I bake for the entire village here. It took me a whole week to bake these dough..."
Emma pulled out the wad of cash and the baker stopped immediately. He complied instantly and gave the whole shelf to Emma. It cost her roughly two hundred dollars. She turned to Geri to find that Geri too had found the apple of her eye; ten cheesecakes for the small price of one hundred dollars. She bought them, and with this, the baker wept, and prayed he would see them another day. Little did he know they would answer his prayers.
The two went on to the small clothing store in the area. It was a far cry from the fashions of their touring days, but these clothes would have to suffice. Finally, the two arrived home.
The whole trip Geri had been taking forkfuls of cake from one of her boxes, while driving with the other hand. She had not talked much, nor had Emma because she too was eating her doughnuts. Geri's pants had already become painfully restricting, as had her bra, because she had been eating for nearly,... Oh No! she thought. She had not kept track of the time. She glanced at her watch and saw she had been stuffing her face nonstop for over two hours. No wonder my clothes are tight! Geri thought. She just then took a glance at Emma. Geri's reaction was near horror; over two hundred dollars worth of donuts, cream filled, chocolate covered, fat laden doughnuts were halfway gone. She saw Emma's stomach jut out of the bottom of her shirt; her face was covered in powders, jellies, and creams. Her glance turned into a prolonged stare, until finally they arrived home.
"Do you realize you ate $100 worth of doughnuts on the drive we took!?!" Geri asked Emma.
"No..."
"Well, we need to save our money, so let's not try to eat too much at once," Geri demanded, attempted to sound logical. Geri had only eaten three of her cakes, and her stomach had swollen to the size of a beach ball.
"You know what, that's enough for today. I'm gonna go take a long, hard-earned nap," she stated.
"Me too," Emma sang, as she not-so-gracefully stumbled to the bed in their temporary residence, a small estate owned by Emma's grandparents. They no longer lived there, but they had given the keys to Emma for her use. Geri and Emma both slept for nearly a day.
At daybreak, an entire 36 hours later, the two got up and thought the same thing; I'm starving. Each got up and went straight to the fridge. Geri devoured three more of the cakes she had bought, and nearly ten pounds of cheesecake. She saw Emma at the couch lying down, with her belly swollen up to the sky.
"Well, it looks like you really are having fun eating like a real person," Geri said jokingly as she poked Emma's stomach.
"You know what's crazy?" Emma asked Geri, "Im not full yet."
How can that be? thought Geri. She had eaten over a hundred doughnuts this morning alone. Geri offered Emma a challenge then, knowing her schoolgirl mentality would immediately force her to take her bet.
"Emma, if you're so hungry, I dare you to eat my other four cakes within the next twenty minutes."
Emma's eyes broadened, and she heartily accepted the challenge. She attempted to hop off the couch, but she had noticed her hop was more of a tumble. "Wow, I need to wake up!" Emma blurted out innocently, not knowing her newly-gained ten pounds had caused her uneasy fall off the couch. Geri just sat and watched in amazement as Emma plowed into the cakes. She was taking in forkful after forkful, then she put down the fork and used her hands only. Eventually, she was bringing the cakes up to her face, and she did in fact finish in twenty minutes, with a minute to spare.
"Wow, girl! Are you okay!?" Geri asked incredulously, still not believing what she had seen.
"Yeah, but at least Im full," Emma stated blandly. Her shirt rode up on her chest, as her breasts were swelling to the point of nearly busting her bra. Her shorts were riding up into the fleshy folds of her rump, and her waist spilled over on all sides of the pants. Her chin had started to form a double, and even her thighs had grown in the just two days away from the band.
Geri was almost laughing. "Look in the mirror girl, you have put on some pounds."
"Nothing a girdle can't hide," came Emma's schoolgirl retort.
Then Geri realized something; her new pants had grown snug. She looked in a mirror and examined her body. Her formerly average waist had grown love handles, and flesh began to seep out of the shoulder straps of her bra. Underneath her bra a fleshy fold had formed as well. "Guess I better start working out!" Geri said aloud, but her declaration soon died when she heard the phone ring. It was the baker.
"Is this the residency of the girls who bought nearly half my store?" he inquired.
"Yes, why?"
"I have restocked, and so has the deli section."
Geri pondered the idea of eating until she couldn't fit into her pants anymore. Emma was still putting on weight, and she figured Emma will end up fatter than me, so who gives a damn. Geri approached Emma on buying some new clothes and food. The two jetted off to the mall and the store.
For one month this routine continued, one day buying clothes that fit, eating until they couldn't fit into them anymore, and then sleeping. Geri had gained 38 pounds, and her body had totally morphed. Originally, she had an average build, with a well-proportioned body. Though still proportional, her curves were far grander. Her derriere jiggled when she poked it, and her stomach had begun to pooch just slightly in front of her where a once-firm gut lay. Her breasts had grown two cup sizes, and she formed a double chin when she bent her face down.
Her gain was tremendous, but when compared to Emma's it was minimal. Emma's waist size had gone from a size 6, to a size 18. Her thighs had nearly doubled in width, as did her butt. She had ripped one pair of pants in public when she bent over to pick up a doughnut. Her breasts had grown two cup sizes as well, but most of her weight settled in her rear, her stomach, and her thighs. All told, she had gained 59 pounds in 30 days.
Emma's thick frame had begun to bother her, for it was only now that she truly realized how much weight she had gained. One morning, while meeting the challenge of finishing ten cakes in 30 minutes, the button on her jeans busted off.
She stopped eating and asked Geri, "Am I putting on some weight?"
Geri, being a good Samaritan, simply said, "I think you look good."
But unlike every other day the past month, this answer did not satisfy her. Emma hollered aloud, "I WANT TO LOOK GOOD, BUT LOOK AT ME!" She started crying, her chest heaving with each heavy sob.
"There, there," Geri said, and then it dawned on her, what about the girdle idea! This whole trip, Emma never got a girdle! Geri was smiling instantly at the thought of continuing to feed Emma, while keeping her self esteem up. "Let's go get you a girdle!"
Emma looked up, and through a broken voice and wet eyes said, "You sure that'll do it?"
"Absolutely," Geri lied, hoping it would keep Emma eating. It was then that it dawned on Geri why Emma followed her on this trip. Emma had always looked up to her. That was why she hopped in the car. That was why she had eaten so much with Geri. But all that aside, she was glad to be with Emma now. She started the car, and the two went into the village to look for a girdle.
Fortunately, the two found a girdle. Merely the psychology of having it was enough to make Emma happy. The girdle was powerful enough to make her look about 40 pounds smaller, but in the long run it accentuated her curves even more. Now her hips seemed larger, but she didn't care. Geri had found a girdle too, but she did not plan on wearing it. The two stayed at home one evening examining each other with and without girdles, and each agreed that the girdles were a waste of money. The whole exercise did boost Emma's self esteem, so the money spent was in fact worthwhile. And so the days passed.
Finally after two months, and after each girl had reached a point of satisfaction that neither thought possible before this excursion, they received a phone call. "The BBC would like to air the reunion of the Spice Girls this upcoming weekend, and we would like everyone to show up."
Geri was wary, but she accepted. That morning she paused in the bathroom to reminisce about the past two months. Geri had become a BBW. She glanced at her bottom first. Her round butt cheeks were dimpled, a sign of neglect from her workout regime from two months ago.
She turned back to the mirror to examine her thighs. The simple act of turning had left them shaking, and her attempts to stop them with her hands proved futile. As she touched her thighs, it was as though no muscle was present, as her hands pushed the soft masses. She brought her hands up to her stomach, which now hung in front of her like a fanny pack. Geri felt her love handles, the way they floated over her thighs, the way they made little pockets all over her midsection. Then her breasts, her magnificent breasts that hung like cantaloupes in her bra, their fullness bringing her pleasure all the time.
Then she came out of her fantasy world and stepped on a scale. She had bought a scale for giggles. She placed one foot, then the other, on the scale, waiting for a reading to come out. The needle rested on 194. She couldn't believe that all that food became fat so easily. Geri slowly approached Emma, who had continued to sleep after the phone call. She went to wake up Emma by attempting to shake her awake. Geri placed her hand on Emma's now massive stomach, and kneaded her stomach in an attempt to move her from side to side. Emma awoke, and got up to take a shower.
As Geri waited in the kitchen, Emma disrobed in the bathroom. She examined her features with the girdle on. She wore size 16 jeans with it on, and could easily put on her size 20 pants. Then, for the first time in a month, she took it off. Her hands untied the knots in the back, and the girdle shot off her front and landed at the base of the shower. Her stomach had swollen up to a size she did not even believe existed. Her breasts rested on her stomach, and her navel was deep. Her sides poured over her hip bones. Her arms had grown soft and fleshy, and she had a defined double chin.
Emma's thighs touched nearly all the way to the knees. She turned around and examined her posterior as best as her large frame would allow. Her behind had no longer been a tight example of muscle tissue, but an overabundant exhibition of fat. Her rear had gotten so large so quickly, that stretch marks covered her butt. But she felt alright, because she had her girdle.
After her brief shower, she attempted to put the girdle back on. She even called Geri up to help her put it on, but even she wasnt able to get it back on her.
Dejected, Emma followed Geri to the recording studio for the BBC's live broadcast of A Spicy Gathering: The Reunion. There, Geri looked all over the set for the other girls, but found no one. Then she saw a larger black woman sitting by herself, and two chubby white girls eating in a corner.
It dawned on Emma what had happened; Emma cried out, "Mel B!" Mel B. turned, looking for the source of the yell and saw Emma running towards her. She initially frowned, but then smiled at realizing who it was. Geri followed, as did the other Spice Girls. Each one sat in a circle commenting on song ideas, publicity ideas, but only one was brave enough to tackle their appearance.
"Boy, we all put on a lot of weight," Emma stated matter-of-factly.
The girls all laughed uneasily, and then Geri spoke up. "You know girls, we have always been under society's scrutiny for our appearances. But you know, this time apart we each found happiness being who we really are; not a bunch of anorexic waifs, but a group of sophisticated young women. We should march out on that stage in the kind of outfits we wore before, and still strut our stuff, as a role model for other girls and women our size."
Each of the Spice Girls was over 200 pounds, with the exception of Geri. Emma was 226, Mel B. was 245, Mel C. was 201, and Victoria was at 215. Each of the girls wore clothes they thought hid their weight gain, but each looked bloated and completely different. The difference was now each girl's face was softer, and each had a glow of happiness about them. All the girls smiled and went to the local clothing store for larger women.
The tape began to roll, and the small crowd of about 2,000 showed in the little amphitheater. The lights were cut, the crowd cheered. Then when the lights came back on, there stood five of the most beautiful women in Europe - in the world, for that matter.
Initially, the crowd stood silent; but then Geri marched up to a mike and yelled, "Are you blokes ready to rock!?!"
The crowd shouted back its answer, and the new Spice Girls rolled out their hits. At the end of the show, the girls found out their ratings had been the highest ever for a comeback special on the BBC. Each of the girls wept, knowing they had each gained a new outlook on life.
The Spice Girls
by Anonymous
by Anonymous
The final show of their tour concluded, and with the release of a motion picture, they were heading back to the studio. Each girl had maintained a healthy outward appearance, despite what the tabloids had said.
"Gals, I am tired and need some vacation away from the group," Geri whimpered.
Mel C. looked perturbed towards her and blurted, "You must want us to break up, don't you?"
"No," Geri retorted. "I simply believe we have worked hard enough and ought to take a break from each other."
"You slut! You want to take it all away from us!" cried Mel C. At this point all the girls lunged towards Mel C. in an attempt to restrain her from hurting herself or Geri.
Geri yelled, "That's it! I am leaving for two months, and I don't want anyone to follow me."
"Wait!" Emma hollered with futility. "I need a break too."
With that pitiful followup by Emma, Geri took her hand and the two walked out the door of the studio, heading to a place to find some rest.
Geri and Emma arrived at a small town only miles from their recording studios, where oddly enough no paparazzi had followed. Geri and Emma crawled out of her car; only then did Geri notice something she had forgotten at the studio. The whole trip she had been wearing a girdle. In recent shows, her outfits began to shrink, due to her unhealthy, nutritionally unbalanced road diet. She gradually reached behind her back, feeling for the strings of her corset, then carefully loosened the knot that remained. It nearly snapped open, giving her a slight scare. Her stomach expanded, and pushed her shirt out in her gut area just enough to notice it.
Emma looked quizzically towards Geri, who said, "I am so glad I don't have to wear this bloody thing anymore."
Emma smiled, for her innocent young mind would always ponder the most inane thoughts. She wondered about Geri's appearance and said aloud, "Do you think I could look better if I wore a girdle?"
"Well, doesn't everyone?" replied Geri snootily. Emma's mind was racing now. She could do whatever she wanted to her body, and a girdle could hide any flaws. She then thought harder.
"Geri, you think since we stopped touring that now I could finally eat some real food?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, eat like real people and not worry about weight?"
"I don't see why not," Geri said, almost instantly becoming distant. Her mind raced at the thought of not having cameras flashing every second, just sitting back and letting nature take its course.
"How about we go to the supermarket and get some real food?" Emma asked Geri.
Geri smiled and said, "Sure, why not."
Geri looked at the gleam in Emma's eyes and saw something she had never seen before; Geri found true joy in her eyes. She actually believed that Emma was smiling for real, not just a fake smile for the cameras. Geri pulled Emma towards the car, and almost in a giddy manner the two drove to the local food market.
As they both hopped in the car, Geri's pants felt incredibly tight. She silently thought, I'm gonna need new clothes because these are so damn small! While her pants cut into her stomach and thighs, they sped off in search of food.
Once reaching the market, Emma pulled out a wad of cash that Geri had never seen before. "Put that away! Do you wanna get mugged?!?" Emma complied, but Geri's questioning continued on. "Where did you get all this money?"
"I have saved it all," Emma replied innocently.
Geri slowly counted it, and found that she had over a hundred thousand dollars worth of currency. She almost screamed she was so happy. "This means we won't have to earn any money between now and when we go back to the band!"
Emma exclaimed in jubilation, but Geri only half smiled at this, because she wasn't sure if the band would want to reunite after Mel C's total mental breakdown. Her mind was taken off the band subject when she smelled chocolate being baked.
Geri and Emma marched towards the bakery of a store they came across, and drooled over the shelves of cookies, cakes, pastries, pies, and other assorted goodies. Then Emma nearly left the planet, as there was an entire shelf dedicated to doughnuts. She told the baker she wanted the whole shelf, but the baker laughed. "I am sorry little one, but I bake for the entire village here. It took me a whole week to bake these dough..."
Emma pulled out the wad of cash and the baker stopped immediately. He complied instantly and gave the whole shelf to Emma. It cost her roughly two hundred dollars. She turned to Geri to find that Geri too had found the apple of her eye; ten cheesecakes for the small price of one hundred dollars. She bought them, and with this, the baker wept, and prayed he would see them another day. Little did he know they would answer his prayers.
The two went on to the small clothing store in the area. It was a far cry from the fashions of their touring days, but these clothes would have to suffice. Finally, the two arrived home.
The whole trip Geri had been taking forkfuls of cake from one of her boxes, while driving with the other hand. She had not talked much, nor had Emma because she too was eating her doughnuts. Geri's pants had already become painfully restricting, as had her bra, because she had been eating for nearly,... Oh No! she thought. She had not kept track of the time. She glanced at her watch and saw she had been stuffing her face nonstop for over two hours. No wonder my clothes are tight! Geri thought. She just then took a glance at Emma. Geri's reaction was near horror; over two hundred dollars worth of donuts, cream filled, chocolate covered, fat laden doughnuts were halfway gone. She saw Emma's stomach jut out of the bottom of her shirt; her face was covered in powders, jellies, and creams. Her glance turned into a prolonged stare, until finally they arrived home.
"Do you realize you ate $100 worth of doughnuts on the drive we took!?!" Geri asked Emma.
"No..."
"Well, we need to save our money, so let's not try to eat too much at once," Geri demanded, attempted to sound logical. Geri had only eaten three of her cakes, and her stomach had swollen to the size of a beach ball.
"You know what, that's enough for today. I'm gonna go take a long, hard-earned nap," she stated.
"Me too," Emma sang, as she not-so-gracefully stumbled to the bed in their temporary residence, a small estate owned by Emma's grandparents. They no longer lived there, but they had given the keys to Emma for her use. Geri and Emma both slept for nearly a day.
At daybreak, an entire 36 hours later, the two got up and thought the same thing; I'm starving. Each got up and went straight to the fridge. Geri devoured three more of the cakes she had bought, and nearly ten pounds of cheesecake. She saw Emma at the couch lying down, with her belly swollen up to the sky.
"Well, it looks like you really are having fun eating like a real person," Geri said jokingly as she poked Emma's stomach.
"You know what's crazy?" Emma asked Geri, "Im not full yet."
How can that be? thought Geri. She had eaten over a hundred doughnuts this morning alone. Geri offered Emma a challenge then, knowing her schoolgirl mentality would immediately force her to take her bet.
"Emma, if you're so hungry, I dare you to eat my other four cakes within the next twenty minutes."
Emma's eyes broadened, and she heartily accepted the challenge. She attempted to hop off the couch, but she had noticed her hop was more of a tumble. "Wow, I need to wake up!" Emma blurted out innocently, not knowing her newly-gained ten pounds had caused her uneasy fall off the couch. Geri just sat and watched in amazement as Emma plowed into the cakes. She was taking in forkful after forkful, then she put down the fork and used her hands only. Eventually, she was bringing the cakes up to her face, and she did in fact finish in twenty minutes, with a minute to spare.
"Wow, girl! Are you okay!?" Geri asked incredulously, still not believing what she had seen.
"Yeah, but at least Im full," Emma stated blandly. Her shirt rode up on her chest, as her breasts were swelling to the point of nearly busting her bra. Her shorts were riding up into the fleshy folds of her rump, and her waist spilled over on all sides of the pants. Her chin had started to form a double, and even her thighs had grown in the just two days away from the band.
Geri was almost laughing. "Look in the mirror girl, you have put on some pounds."
"Nothing a girdle can't hide," came Emma's schoolgirl retort.
Then Geri realized something; her new pants had grown snug. She looked in a mirror and examined her body. Her formerly average waist had grown love handles, and flesh began to seep out of the shoulder straps of her bra. Underneath her bra a fleshy fold had formed as well. "Guess I better start working out!" Geri said aloud, but her declaration soon died when she heard the phone ring. It was the baker.
"Is this the residency of the girls who bought nearly half my store?" he inquired.
"Yes, why?"
"I have restocked, and so has the deli section."
Geri pondered the idea of eating until she couldn't fit into her pants anymore. Emma was still putting on weight, and she figured Emma will end up fatter than me, so who gives a damn. Geri approached Emma on buying some new clothes and food. The two jetted off to the mall and the store.
For one month this routine continued, one day buying clothes that fit, eating until they couldn't fit into them anymore, and then sleeping. Geri had gained 38 pounds, and her body had totally morphed. Originally, she had an average build, with a well-proportioned body. Though still proportional, her curves were far grander. Her derriere jiggled when she poked it, and her stomach had begun to pooch just slightly in front of her where a once-firm gut lay. Her breasts had grown two cup sizes, and she formed a double chin when she bent her face down.
Her gain was tremendous, but when compared to Emma's it was minimal. Emma's waist size had gone from a size 6, to a size 18. Her thighs had nearly doubled in width, as did her butt. She had ripped one pair of pants in public when she bent over to pick up a doughnut. Her breasts had grown two cup sizes as well, but most of her weight settled in her rear, her stomach, and her thighs. All told, she had gained 59 pounds in 30 days.
Emma's thick frame had begun to bother her, for it was only now that she truly realized how much weight she had gained. One morning, while meeting the challenge of finishing ten cakes in 30 minutes, the button on her jeans busted off.
She stopped eating and asked Geri, "Am I putting on some weight?"
Geri, being a good Samaritan, simply said, "I think you look good."
But unlike every other day the past month, this answer did not satisfy her. Emma hollered aloud, "I WANT TO LOOK GOOD, BUT LOOK AT ME!" She started crying, her chest heaving with each heavy sob.
"There, there," Geri said, and then it dawned on her, what about the girdle idea! This whole trip, Emma never got a girdle! Geri was smiling instantly at the thought of continuing to feed Emma, while keeping her self esteem up. "Let's go get you a girdle!"
Emma looked up, and through a broken voice and wet eyes said, "You sure that'll do it?"
"Absolutely," Geri lied, hoping it would keep Emma eating. It was then that it dawned on Geri why Emma followed her on this trip. Emma had always looked up to her. That was why she hopped in the car. That was why she had eaten so much with Geri. But all that aside, she was glad to be with Emma now. She started the car, and the two went into the village to look for a girdle.
Fortunately, the two found a girdle. Merely the psychology of having it was enough to make Emma happy. The girdle was powerful enough to make her look about 40 pounds smaller, but in the long run it accentuated her curves even more. Now her hips seemed larger, but she didn't care. Geri had found a girdle too, but she did not plan on wearing it. The two stayed at home one evening examining each other with and without girdles, and each agreed that the girdles were a waste of money. The whole exercise did boost Emma's self esteem, so the money spent was in fact worthwhile. And so the days passed.
Finally after two months, and after each girl had reached a point of satisfaction that neither thought possible before this excursion, they received a phone call. "The BBC would like to air the reunion of the Spice Girls this upcoming weekend, and we would like everyone to show up."
Geri was wary, but she accepted. That morning she paused in the bathroom to reminisce about the past two months. Geri had become a BBW. She glanced at her bottom first. Her round butt cheeks were dimpled, a sign of neglect from her workout regime from two months ago.
She turned back to the mirror to examine her thighs. The simple act of turning had left them shaking, and her attempts to stop them with her hands proved futile. As she touched her thighs, it was as though no muscle was present, as her hands pushed the soft masses. She brought her hands up to her stomach, which now hung in front of her like a fanny pack. Geri felt her love handles, the way they floated over her thighs, the way they made little pockets all over her midsection. Then her breasts, her magnificent breasts that hung like cantaloupes in her bra, their fullness bringing her pleasure all the time.
Then she came out of her fantasy world and stepped on a scale. She had bought a scale for giggles. She placed one foot, then the other, on the scale, waiting for a reading to come out. The needle rested on 194. She couldn't believe that all that food became fat so easily. Geri slowly approached Emma, who had continued to sleep after the phone call. She went to wake up Emma by attempting to shake her awake. Geri placed her hand on Emma's now massive stomach, and kneaded her stomach in an attempt to move her from side to side. Emma awoke, and got up to take a shower.
As Geri waited in the kitchen, Emma disrobed in the bathroom. She examined her features with the girdle on. She wore size 16 jeans with it on, and could easily put on her size 20 pants. Then, for the first time in a month, she took it off. Her hands untied the knots in the back, and the girdle shot off her front and landed at the base of the shower. Her stomach had swollen up to a size she did not even believe existed. Her breasts rested on her stomach, and her navel was deep. Her sides poured over her hip bones. Her arms had grown soft and fleshy, and she had a defined double chin.
Emma's thighs touched nearly all the way to the knees. She turned around and examined her posterior as best as her large frame would allow. Her behind had no longer been a tight example of muscle tissue, but an overabundant exhibition of fat. Her rear had gotten so large so quickly, that stretch marks covered her butt. But she felt alright, because she had her girdle.
After her brief shower, she attempted to put the girdle back on. She even called Geri up to help her put it on, but even she wasnt able to get it back on her.
Dejected, Emma followed Geri to the recording studio for the BBC's live broadcast of A Spicy Gathering: The Reunion. There, Geri looked all over the set for the other girls, but found no one. Then she saw a larger black woman sitting by herself, and two chubby white girls eating in a corner.
It dawned on Emma what had happened; Emma cried out, "Mel B!" Mel B. turned, looking for the source of the yell and saw Emma running towards her. She initially frowned, but then smiled at realizing who it was. Geri followed, as did the other Spice Girls. Each one sat in a circle commenting on song ideas, publicity ideas, but only one was brave enough to tackle their appearance.
"Boy, we all put on a lot of weight," Emma stated matter-of-factly.
The girls all laughed uneasily, and then Geri spoke up. "You know girls, we have always been under society's scrutiny for our appearances. But you know, this time apart we each found happiness being who we really are; not a bunch of anorexic waifs, but a group of sophisticated young women. We should march out on that stage in the kind of outfits we wore before, and still strut our stuff, as a role model for other girls and women our size."
Each of the Spice Girls was over 200 pounds, with the exception of Geri. Emma was 226, Mel B. was 245, Mel C. was 201, and Victoria was at 215. Each of the girls wore clothes they thought hid their weight gain, but each looked bloated and completely different. The difference was now each girl's face was softer, and each had a glow of happiness about them. All the girls smiled and went to the local clothing store for larger women.
The tape began to roll, and the small crowd of about 2,000 showed in the little amphitheater. The lights were cut, the crowd cheered. Then when the lights came back on, there stood five of the most beautiful women in Europe - in the world, for that matter.
Initially, the crowd stood silent; but then Geri marched up to a mike and yelled, "Are you blokes ready to rock!?!"
The crowd shouted back its answer, and the new Spice Girls rolled out their hits. At the end of the show, the girls found out their ratings had been the highest ever for a comeback special on the BBC. Each of the girls wept, knowing they had each gained a new outlook on life.
