Bambi Kennedy
reclined in the opulence of Sheik Ahrzani’s private jet, coolly sipping Swiss
spring water and picking at the shrivelled remains of a seasoned chicken
breast. As usual, Bambi was looking for someone to heap her displeasure upon.
“Servant, come
here!” Bambi ordered sharply.
The flight
attendant reluctantly walked over to face the ire of her sole passenger.
“This meal is
atrocious.” Bambi whined, dumping the contents of her plate on the floor.
“I warned you the
Chef does not specialize in low calorie meals.” The attendant replied.
“How about the Pecan Duck, it’s the chef’s specialty.”
“What!?” Bambi
shreiked. “And put on a few pounds before the photo shoot at the Sheik’s
island, I’ll just do without.”
“As you wish.”
The frustrated hostess sighed.
“Don’t think I
won’t pass along how shabbily your flight crew treats it’s guests.” Bambi
threatened.
Danni Malone
walked away from Bambi, cursing under her breath. “Typical model.” she thought
to herself, “In a few hours she’ll have more important things to worry about.”
Danni smiled inwardly. She was no common stewardess. She was
Sheik Ahrzani’s personal secretary, and oversaw all the female guests that
visited his island retreat. Danni had made a handsome living arranging nubile
young women with big attitudes to enjoy the Sheik’s hospitality. Little did any
of them ever know what was in store for them.
In what seemed an
eternity of Bambi filled nagging, the jet finally settled down on the island.
Bambi saw a huge mansion in the distance surrounded by lush vegetation and a
cascading waterfall.Danni oversaw the transfer of Bambi’s 12 piece luggage set
as the model ogled the view.
“It’s beautiful!”
Bambi exclaimed, uttering the first positive words from her mouth all day.
“Maybe this gig won’t be a living hell after all.”
When they reached
the mansion, Danni eagerly remanded her charge to the Sheik’s 350 pound British
HouseManager Kelly Hawthorne. She shook off Bambi’s inherent snottiness with
English grace, and showed the model to her quarters. Kelly informed Bambi that
dinner was in a half hour and to dress formally.
Bambi grunted,
looking at the vast guest room she had been given. You could fit a small house
in the same space. The room was dominated by a triple wide bed and wading pool
sized hot tub. Bambi was glad to finally be getting some star treatment, but
these accomodations were excessive even by her standards.
The brunette
model picked out a skin tight lace evening gown that flaunted her professional
physique. She was considered “large” by agency standards but her extra 5lbs of
tits and ass had landed her several appreciative clients, the Sheik among them.
She put on her modelling smile and entered the dining hall.
If her bedroom
was huge, the dining hall was beyond belief. You could have fit a football
field in there with room to spare. A servant led Bambi to the end of a massive
dining table that was in excess of 50 feet long. The Sheik sat on the other
end, and Bambi noticed the flight attendant in a silk gown in the middle of the
table.
“What’s she doing
here?” Bambi thought.
“Welcome Miss
Kennedy.” The Sheik and Danni raised their glasses, “A toast before dinner.”
Bambi raised her
glass demurely as the Sheik spoke. “May your appetite be as rampant as your
ambition.”
Bambi frowned at
the unusual remark. She was half angry, half confused by the remark, but didn’t
want to ruffle the old guy’s feathers. She had a million dollar contract
hanging in the balance. So she issued a forced smile and downed her wine, which
was incredibly sweet.
“Let’s settle
down and eat shall we.” The sheik smiled broadly. “My chefs have prepared a
feast for the ages.”
At that time
twenty or so servants began bringing in trays and platters until the whole
length of the table was filled. Bambi was conerned about her host’s mental
stability. Who the hell did he think was going to eat all that food. “You could
feed a third world country with this spread.” Bambi joked to herself.
It was then that
Bambi felt the familiar pangs of hunger that had tortured her adult life as a
necessity of her career choice. However these were no ordinary hunger pains.
Her empty belly growled it’s frustration, and Bambi looked around in
embarrassment.
At the middle of
the table, Danni had a look of alarm on her face. She had seen this scenario
unfold numerous times, the one new element was her own protesting stomach which
rumbled unhappily. The old coot surely wouldn’t have...
The “old coot”
interrupted Danni’s train of thought. “I’m sure you are wondering Ms. Malone,
about why I have decideded to see you
join Ms. Kennedy for our most special dining experience. Perhaps it has to do
with the $500,000 in extra “model acquisition fees” you have been skimming from
me.”
Danni’s face grew
pale. Bambi noticed her discomfort as she attacked a piece of Prime Rib bigger
than her head. The Sheik’s assistant glared at the ham that sat seductively in
front of her. She stoically resisted the siren hunger that was growing by leaps
and bounds inside her. Within a minute or two her will power faded, and soon
the two women were gnawing and chewing at warp speed, as if any second the food
laden table might vanish before they were through.
Old Ahrzani
smiled at the duo. He had never before had the thrill of two women at one time,
and he could think of no better punishment for his trusted secretary than this.
It would be starting very soon now, and as always the Sheik was eager for
something to happen. One of his wives compared it to burning her tongue on hot
chocolate, because she could not wait for it to cool.
The Arab’s wait
was over. He could now see, without a doubt, where all the calories from
Bambi’s and Danni’s binging were headed. The uniqueness of the female form had
always amazed him. Like snowflakes, no two women ever changed in quite the same
manner. As was the case with these two.
As Bambi happily
chowed down, it was clear that there was no part of her body that refused to be
fattened. In almost equal proportions, her once lithe body had put on a fair
amount of blubber all over. Her boobs, butt and belly were racing for supremacy
but so far the model was a well fed 46-40-48 and slowly expanding along those
dimensions.
Unfortunately,
Danni knew what the end result of her unstoppable eating was doing to her. With
wild eyes she watched her perky bosom inflate to a more substantial 44DD, her
belly form a promising roll, and her hips widen to twice their normal size. She
was obviously on her way to becoming a mega-pear at 44-44-56.
The sheik was
thrilled. Sometimes the potion wore off about this time, but both women kept
eating and growing as the sound of ripping material could be heard. With luck,
the duo would grow to outlandish proportions and make him the meat between a
supersize sandwich.
Within the hour,
Bambi had grown into a gorgeous butterball of femininity. Her massive belly
drooped down and spread her legs, while also supporting a pair of over-ripe 60
inch melons. Her ass was considerably broader in the beam with hips to match at
a full 64 inches. Her inflated cheeks were full of food as her pouty lips grew
to overplumpness, and several chins developed promisingly.
Danni was finally
too gripped by her hunger to notice the devastating changes to her once trim
physique. Her face was plump and pretty, with beefy arms and shoulders
shovelling food into her open mouth. Her breasts had continued to grow, but not
as quickly as the rest of her. Her mams had settled into a solid 54 DDD, that
sat atop a relatively small paunch when compared to Bambi’s. However, Bambi had
nothing on Danni when it came to the lower halves of their bodies. Danni’s
burgeoning hips and ass had taken on truly astounding proportions. Her ass
cheeks and saddle bags were triple the size of her old measurements, at least
90 inches. She was a caricature of female development, a parody of a fertility
goddess, a butt man’s fantasy on acid. The sheik crept behind her and could not
spread his arms out wider than her bottom. He could not resist grabbing a mighty handful of humongous rear, and Danni
was shocked out of her binging.
She looked down
in dismay. “Oh my God!!” she cried. “What have you done to me?!”
Bambi merely lay
back amid the commotion and rubbed her gigantic belly, perhaps at peace in the
first time in her life.
“What’s wrong?”
The Sheik smiled. “Don’t you like the new and improved you?”
“I’m friggin’
huge.” Danni screeched. “Look at me! At least you could have made me big all
over like that bitch Bambi!”
Bambi let the
insult roll off her blubbery hide and lazily chewed on a huge turkey leg. For
some reason the whole episode had left her unphased. She snickered as Danni
tried to get out of her chair and found her monumental hips wedged in the seat.
“Don’t blame me
Danni.” The Arab hardened. “I have no control over the potion’s effects, and if
you had not been so greedy I would never have given it to you anyway.”
“You son of a
bitch! I’ll kill you!” The enraged blimpette tried to grab the Sheik, but was
quickly subdued by burly waiters.
“Such a poor
attitude.” He chided her. “You should be more like dear, round Bambi over
there.”
Danni spit in the
sheik’s face. Bambi grinned around a mouthful of Chinese dumplings as she
viewed the ruckus. The sheik walked up to his secretary and grabbed her swollen
cheeks, smooshing her over-inflated lips into an exaggerated “O”. He signalled
to Kelly Hawthorne who had just entered, to bring over the bottle of potion.
She smiled at the thought of that superior American going through a second
round of fattening. Danni struggled in vain as the sweet liquid coursed down
her throat.
There was no
fight to suppress the coerced hunger this time. Danni was clawing to get to the
table and it’s contents which were running low on food from her and Bambi’s
previous gorging. By the time she had polished off the last platter of food,
Ahrzani’s chefs were still trying to refill the table.
“You bastard.”
Danni cursed with a wild gleam in her eye. “The least you could do is keep the
table full.”
“Are you a little
hungry dear?” The sheik taunted. “Serves you right for your rude behavior.”
“Please, I’ll do
anything....I just need FOOD!” Danni begged.
The arab
signalled to Kelly who went to the kitchens and had several food preparers
bring out a hodgepodge of uncooked potatoes, boiled eggs, blocks of cheese and
other miscellaneous items. The food’s lack of elegance was lost on Danni as she
dived in. Kelly had an industrial size container of whole millk brought out to
help down the bland fare. Danni clutched the milk like liquid gold and guzzled
it shamelessly, white streams of stray cream splashing her bounteous bosom.
As the real meals
made it onto the table, Danni’s expansion began again.The Sheik was breathless
with anticipation. Never before had he been so angry or tempted to give a woman
two doses of potion. He could hardly wait to see it’s effect.
As before, the
lions share of the fat was quickly piling up on Danni’s bottom half. Her
breasts and stomach were steadily advancing outwards, but her gigantic rear and
hips had grown to the point her chair was splintering under the weight. By the
time her hyper-pear measurements had reached a mind boggling 66-74-140, the
chair was a pile of mashed wood underneath her monstrous rear.
Even now, her
voluminous ass was rising like dough. Her mammoth thighs were so squished
together, she would not have been able to walk if she tried. Her paunch was
taut and round and made an excellent proxy table for the side of mutton she was
working on.
Her ass jutted out so far in the back that even the plus
size Kelly Hawthorne could have sat on the impressive shelf it made. There were
no accurate words to describe her out of proportion immensity. The ultimate
pear beyond the wildest pear lover’s dream.
The top half of
Dannit’s body looked cartoonishly tiny in comparsion to her lower half, but in
actuality the second dose had put her top half in Bambi’s range. Danni
eventually fell forward in exhaustion, having emptied the table twice. Her butt
anchor kept her slumping top half from reaching onto the table, and the sated
secretary settled for using her massive mams as pillows for herself.
“Bravo, Danni!”
The sheik viewed her leviathan frame. “We need to get you cleaned up so I can
inspect you personally later.”
“What about me?”
Bambi pouted. “Am I small potatos now that you’ve double dosed that traitor.”
“Don’t be jealous
dear.”The sheik grinned. “I won’t forget how you’ve helped me flush out the
embezzler in my ranks.”
“Hmph.” Bambi
grunted in skepticism.
“The Sheik’s Dinner”
Part 3
Within minutes, a
large forklift type device entered the dining room through one of it’s many
double wide entrances. The conveyance was similar to a conventional lifter
except it had a mesh hammock strapped between the two prongs. This hammock was
carefully fitted underneath Danni’s massive ass with the assistance of ten or
so burly helpers. Even with the aid of advanced hydraulics, Danni’s 1200 lb
frame was a burden on the machine’s motors and gears. With a squeal of protest
the vehicle slowly lurched forward and exited the hall.
“Maybe you’ll pay
some attention to me...” Bambi groused, “now that the fat-ass is gone.”
“My, you models
do get catty.” The Sheik snickered.
He strolled over
to the swollen model and caressed her more than ample paunch. The whale-like
sphere of blubber trembled as he teasingly massaged it’s vastness. The arab
pulled back a strand of hair and whispered sweet nothings in the inflated
femmes ear. He then proceeded to nibble on a lobe until Bambi’s breathing grew
hot and ragged.
“Oh, yessss...”
Bambi purred. “Fill me up!”
Those simple
words which Bambi meant quite literally, ran askew of their meaning by the time
they reached the Shiek’s ears. A lightbulb went off in the horny arab’s brain.
He casually signalled Ms. Hawthorne to retrieve something from the kitchen.
“So, you want to
be filled up.” The sheik grinned from ear to ear.
“Oh, yah! Do it
to me baby!” Bambi wailed.
“You asked for
it,” the laughing Ahrzani yanked her head back by her hair and began pouring
more potion down Bambi’s gullet.
“You
bastard...glug...that’s not...sputter...what I meant!” Bambi screeched in
protest.
It was much too
late. The hunger set in faster for Bambi becuase she had less will power to
hold it back. Fortunately for her, Ms. Hawthorne had the good sense to get the
cooks started again and within minutes fresh platters were on the table. The
sheik watched in rapt attention as the gluttonous ball of female flesh nearly inhaled
her food. She had become an eating machine, downing whole trays of food in one
seeming mouthful.
Ms. Hawthorne
smiled, for she knew fun times were ahead. The moment her boss had given Danni
that second dose, she knew there was no going back. Every women in his harem
would now be at the peril of a second or possibly third dose of potion.
Fortunately for her, she needed to remain mobile to do her job properly and
thus was at an advantage over the other girls.
Bambi’s
gargantuan gut could now hold her entire old weight in food and was
metabolizing calories at an impossible rate. The effects on her already titanic
proportions was astounding. As before, the growth began all over, but was most
apparent in her free flowing belly.
Rapidly, Bambi’s
leviathan paunch began to swell upwards and outwards. It’s increasingly
cumbersome bulk began to push the great dining table away from her pudgy little
hands. Her barrel sized thighs were spread further and further apart by her
ballooning
stomach as she vainly tried to maintain contact with the
table.
At about the same
time, Bambi’s tits had decided to give her belly a run for it’s money.
Her mammaries grew like overfilled water ballloons to
majestic proportions. Even if her bloated paunch wasn’t pushing her from the
table, her now zeppelin sized breast blimps were impeding her blubbery arms
from getting around them. Each boob was now as big as Bambi had been at her
modelling weight.
The sheik snapped
his fingers and jumped up on the table. Servers hoisted up platters to him,
which he then raised teasingly above the burgeoning Bambi. She pouted with her
plumpened lips and the arab relented dumping a tray into her gaping maw. This
new wealth of caloric treasures seemed to find it’s way to Bambi’s hips and
ass.
Her monumental
rear expanded like some mad baker’s dough, as it shot out behind her in a surge
of growth. The flab accrued on her frame so fast that the rolls of fat ran into
each other and fought for space on her already voluminous backside. Each ass
cheek looked like the belly of an overfed sumo wrestler.
Finally, Bambi’s
second dose inflation ran it’s course as an exhausted sheik dropped the platter
of basted lamb he was holding up. Bambi’s body was one massive expanse of
globular, flesh colored jello. Her stupendous gut was the astrodome of all
bellies, and her other measurements defied adequate description. She had to be
nearing a ton, with the bulk of her weight in her midsection.
“Do you feel
better now that I’ve paid you some attention?” the sheik laughed.
Bambi merely
groaned in the afterglow of her feeding frenzy.
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