Marlena Massey
was young, smart, beautiful and successful. The red-haired art gallery owner
had everything she could ask for, except one thing. His name was Antony Devine,
and she thought he was “divine” indeed.
Antony was a
regular patron of the gallery and one of Marlena’s biggest spenders. She had
acquired several Barbers paintings for Antony that had netted her a small
fortune. However, she pined for more than his money.
Unfortunately,
Antony seemed to show no romantic interest in her at all. No matter how much
she flirted, how revealing she dressed, or how forward she acted, the handsome
businessman remained untempted. She had considered stripping for him at one
point, but prudently decided otherwise.
At the height of
her frustration she told him how she felt. She was dissapointed, but not
surprised, when he told her “she just wasn’t his type”. Marlena stayed focused,
sold him a choice Delacroix and chatted with him on his way out the door. She
felt things could have gone worse, and trie to push the episode from her mind.
Marlena soon
closed up shop and started down the street in a funk. She was stomping along,
so distracted by her own dejection that she didn’t see the dog until it was too
late. Marlena flopped forward, quite humorously, with her tush sticking up in
the air.The small
canine emitted muffled yelps under her inconvenienced bosom.
“Djinn-djinn! Bad
dog!” A woman’s voice scolded.
Marlena felt a
smooth hand grip her arm and help her to her feet. As she gained verticality,
she felt another hand gently patting dust off her clothing. The small dog, an
unfamiliar breed, seemed to smile a knowing canine smile up at her.
“Please come
inside and let me fix you some tea.” The soothing voice intoned. “I am Madame
Odelay, at your service.”
Marlena now had a
clear view of her benefactor.The woman was apparently older than she looked.
Her long blonde hair was sporatically turning that vague wheat color that
appears before the actual grey sets in. Her face and skin were smooth, but
lacked the tone
one would have expected. But the woman’s eyes said it all.
You could practically see the years piled up behind them. Madame Odelay
reminded her of her own mother.
“Sometimes these
little mishaps happen for a reason.” The mysterious woman surmised. “I sense
you are troubled...about a man.”
“How did you
know?” Marlena was impressed.
“I have many
gifts.” she replied vaguely. “Tell me about him.”
Marlena let the
whole story tumble out. She felt uncharacteristically at ease with Madame
Odelay and poured her heart out to the motherly gypsy. The woman seemed to
understand completely and smiled when Marlena finished.
“I think I have
just the thing to help you.” The Madame chimed, rummaging through an old chest and producing a white gold necklace with a
multi-colored stone. “You will become this man’s fondest desire when you wear
this in his presence.”
“Okay.” Marlena
took the offered necklace skeptically.
“No my dear...”
the older woman grinned, “this old gypsy is not trying to con you, it is my
gift to you - no strings attached.”
“How does it
work?” Marlena wondered aloud.
“Basically, the
charm will turn you into the physical ideal of whomever you target.”
“How do I make it
work?” Marlena inspected the bauble.
“Simply touch
your target and the crystal at the same time and it will synch his aura to
yours.” The gypsy stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh man,” Marlena
buzzed, “I can’t wait.”
“But...” the
woman warned, “you must not take the necklace off while transformed, lest you
become stuck that way.”
“That sounds
simple enough.” Marlena thought out loud.
“You would be
surprised.” The gypsy murmured. “Nevertheless, enjoy!”
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So Marlena waited anxiously to see Antony at the gallery,
but he never showed the whole week. She finally called his office and
discovered he was on a business trip in Italy and would be back in a few weeks.
Marlena left a message detailing an “incredible find” and for Antony to see her
as soon as possible. Marlena had pulled in all her favors to procure an early
Barbers, a piece she knew Antony would waste no time in buying.
After two
agonizing weeks he finally arrived at the gallery. Marlena was practically
salivating as he entered the door. She hid behind a large display like a
tigress stalking her prey. She reached out and tapped his arm while touching
the crystal. An almost orgasmic shock ran through her body. She whirled back
around the display and leaned against the wall, leaving Antony looking
confused. The young red-head felt something happening to her and waited
breathlessly to discover exactly what it was.
Marlena looked
down in disbelief. Her breasts were growing right before her eyes! They were
the size of honeydew melons and still expanding. They began to jut forward,
taking on a firmer, rounder shape. She could feel her nipples get hard as her
basketball sized boobs finally quit growing. It was a good thing too, from the
looks of the over-stressed buttons on her top.
Marlena felt
something pushing her from behind, but realized that was impossible since she
was leaning against a wall. Still, some unknown force was slowly propelling her
forward. When she reached behind her, she discovered what it was. Her now huge
and growing ass! The swollen cheeks were were ballooning into fleshy cushions
of curvy fat.
Her rear had reached
truly rotund proportions by now, and Marlena feared her skirt would not
survive. The garment wrapped itself around
her twin moons with a skin-tight intensity,
but did not rip.For some reason she had appeared to gain
more weight in her bottom, giving her an exaggerated pear shape. Her attention
shifted when she felt the elastic waistband of her skirt biting into her
stomach.
“Not her stomach
too!” Marlena inwardly screamed.
Marlena sucked in
her tummy in a vain attempt to retard it’s ballooning expansion. She heard the
waistband snap, but her belly rapidly grew into the relaxed fabric and the
ham-strung garment was quickly tightening up again. She could feel her hips
blossoming out to compete with her
stomach but was too preoccupied by the curving mound of her pulchritudinous
paunch to care.
It was undeniable
at this point - she was a blimpette! She had to get way from Antony as soon as
possible. Something had obviously gone wrong with the necklace, and she almost
took it off to smash it before remembering the gypsy’s warning. She didn’t want
to stay a
Lane Bryant poster girl forever. As Marlena crept from one
exhibit to the next, she failed to see Antony turn a corner and bumped right
into him. She felt her cheeks grow warm.
“Marlena?!” He
wondered. “Is that you?”
“Uhm...hello
Antony.” Marlena stammered.
Antony was silent
for a moment, appraising this new version of the woman he’d known for years.
She was certainly not the modelesque businesswoman he had met with a mere three
weeks ago. She looked to be about 320
plus pounds, up nearly 200 pounds from their last encounter. Antony guesstimated
her bottom heavy figure to be a more than robust
50-44-64, a motherload of acquired inches. Her outfit looked
much too small, but he found the effect was profoundly erotic. He coudn’t
imagine how or why she had gained so much wait so soon, but looking at the
ample vixen in front of him he realized he didn’t care.
“Uhm...would you
like to see the painting now?” Marlena attempted to divert his attention from
her whale-like body.
“I tell you
what,” he suggested, “how about we grab some dinner and check out that painting
later.”
Marlena was
totally taken aback. Antony would never have waited to inspect a prize piece,
much less postpone it for a dinner date. Besides, coudn’t he see how fat she
was? She was surprised to discover a rumbling in her overstretched stomach, and
in the face of an uncharacteristically growing hunger, she agreed to dinner.
Antony’s limo
took them to the Beijing restaurant. It was the chic new place, where only rich
people could be conned into the novelty of dining from a $100 all you could eat
buffet. The smells of soy sauce, ginger, cabbage and other assorted aromas
teased Marlena’s senses and she grew more ravenous by the minute. A slick
hostess led them to a choice table and within seconds a platter of egg rolls,
chinese dumplings and barbecue pork medallions was set before them. Marlena
stared as if hypnotized by the delicacies in front of her. Despite her now
demonic hunger, she attempted to hold back.
“Dig in.” Antony
smiled. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
That was what
Marlena was afraid of. She summoned up every ounce of willpower she could
muster... and it didn’t do squat. Before she even realized it, she had a pile
of food on her plate and was biting into a mustard dipped egg roll. She should
have been embarrassed,
but it tasted too good to worry about appearances now.
“Sit right
there.” Antony got up. “I’ll prepare you another plate.”
Marlena began to
protest, but her mouth was so full of barbecue pork she could hardly chew, much
less speak. By the time Antony got back, her plate was empty. He sat down a
plate full of pork fried rice, Canonese
chicken, KungPao beef kabobs, and fried
noodles in brown sauce.
“I see I got here
just in time.” Antony smiled.
Marlena looked
down at the empty appetizer tray in disbelief.How could she have eaten all of
that? Something deep inside told her she should be repulsed at her gluttony,
but Antony’s reassuring smile and the fragrance of steaming food led her to
believe otherwise.
And so it went for several hours, Antony would return with
plate after plate of various treats that quickly disappeared. Finally she could
eat no more. She lay back in her chair, hands gently cradling her distended
stomach, momentarily satiated.
“I swear I’ve
never eaten that much in my entire life.” she moaned.
“It suits you.”
Antony caressed her plump cheek. “How about we go to my place for dessert.”
The romantic
undertones were lost on Marlena as her appetite was slowly building strength
again. “Sounds wonderful.”
Soon they were at
Antony’s penthouse suite. He gestured for Marlena to sit down and made a phone
call. She eased her swollen anatomy onto an Italian Miradonna sofa and eyed
several paintings on the wall, some of which she had sold him. Antony produced
a bottle of champagne and sat down next to her, pouring the bubbly into cut
crystal glasses. She sipped the champagne, letting the bubbles tickle her nose.
Antony drew closer and she found his nearness comforting.
The doorbell
rang, dispelling the moment. Antony let in a room service waiter with a large
cart. He quickly tipped the server then pushed the cart over to Marlena.
Lifting the silver dome off a platter, Antony revealed a feast of chocolate
covered strawberries, turtle cheesecake, iced Venetian coffee cakes and several
other confectionary marvels.
“Ladies
first.” Antony offered.
“I really
shouldn’t.” Marlena wavered. “Considering everything I’ve had already.”
“Nonsense.”
Antony lifted up a nubian strawberrry to
her lips.
Marlena’s renewed
hunger voiced it’s strength and she yielded, parting her full lips and letting
the luscious, juicy morsel make love to her taste buds. Her abdomen quivered in
excitement and hot flush ran from her crotch to her cheeks. Antony held back.
letting Marlena make her way throught the varied treats in front of her.
“Finally,” he
thought, “she could be the one.”
Marlena continued
to gourmandize as the heat inside her moistening crotch grew to a volcanic intensity.
As she laid waste to the caloric landscape in front of her, Marlena’s sexual
need increased to new heights. She turned and looked at Antony through lusty,
half-lidded eyes like he was made of sugar. She wanted him, then and now!
She grabbed him
by the sides of his head and laid a big wet one on him. Surprised, but pleased,
Antony led the smooching hussy into the bedroom. As Marlena bent over to remove
her shoes she was rewarded by the sound of a large rip up the back of her
skirt.
As she raised up to investigate, the buttons on her
overextended blouse popped off revealing an expanse of milky white cleavage.
The sight and sound of shredding clothes was more than Antony could bear as he
practically threw Marlena into the king size bed.
The pair kissed
and fondled each other with a frantic urgency. Antony’s efforts to remove
Marlena’s remaining clothing clumsily interfered with her own. However, the
garments seemed to grow taut and shuck themselves off her body with no help
from the passionate lovers. They were too close to each other and too
preoccupied to notice why at this point.
Although it
didn’t take long for Antony to figure out something strange was going on.
As he straddled Marlena’s pleasingly plump body and kneaded
her heavy breasts, he slowly felt his legs being spread apart. There also
seemed to be a few extra handfuls of
titty dough underneath his caressing fingers. He then
determined to his delight and amazement that Marlena was growing fatter!
Her burgeoning
hips had quickly spread his legs into and increasingly awkward position. Her
rapidly inflating breasts and belly elevated him away from her face and he
discovered he could no longer kiss her at this angle. Too bad he surmised, as
he examined the heavy cheeks, plumpened lips and extra chin that had not been
there moments before.
Marlena was
blissfully ignorant of her billowing body. In a state of dreamy ecstacy, she
was completely wrapped up in the man of her dreams. Antony however was fully
aware of Marlena’s continued expansion as he fought to remain inside her. Her
bloated belly was turning into a slow moving tsunami of blubber that threatened
to engulf him at any moment. Her twin titans of massive boobflesh had already
grown too large to handle. Those monster mammaries jutted upwards in an
impossible defiance of gravity, their planetoid roundness bobbing seductively
up and down.
She reached up
with two obese but very powerful arms in an attempt to keep him inside her.
Antony grabbed onto her immense love handles and in an attempt to bolster her
effort.
By now, Marlena had become a leviathan nymphomaniac, a
voluminous sex-goddess, simultaneously climaxing and expanding. She was growing
too huge for words, until finally Marlena’s advancing buttress of belly flab
dislocated Antony from her.
As Marlena
quivered in the throes of her sexual aftershocks, Antony sat down on the bed
beside her. He looked at her bloated, satiated mass with love and renewed
desire. Soon her eyes opened, nearly obscured by a wall of facial fat.
“God, you are
good!” The inflated femme cooed.
The afterglow
faded as she attempted to sit up, and she realized something was wrong.
It was as if a tremendous weight had been placed upon her,
and of course it had. Marlena quickly discovered her gargantuan breasts as she
tried in vain to move them out of the way for a better view. She had never seen
breasts that big before. And what about the rest of her?
Antony assisted
in moving her considerable bulk to a sitting position, but her mammoth udders
continued to obscure her immediate line
of sight. Out of curiosity, Marlena stretched out her arms in an attempt to
touch her overextended nipples. Her fingers breezed teasingly close, but would
not touch. Everywhere she touched she found handfuls of flab.
Antony sensed her discomfort and crawled onto her,
sandwiching himself between her monster
mammaries. He smiled at her as he laid his muscular arms across the many feet
of swollen glands. Unfortunately, this merely put Marlena’s new size into a
realistic perspective and she simply lost it.
“Oh God, oh God,
oh God!” She blurted. “I must weigh a thousand pounds!”
Antony figured
that was a conservative estimate. He wished he had a freight scale and tape
measure handy. She had to be the biggest, sexiest, fattest, most enchanting
creature he had ever seen. Now if he could just calm her down.
“I look like a
circus fat lady!” Marlena wailed. “Hell, I’m the fattest woman on earth. What
am I going to do!? It’s all that crazy necklace’s fault.”
“What necklace?”
Antony asked, perplexed.
“You woudn’t
believe me.” She answered dejectedly.
“I woudn’t have
believed you could gain 700 pounds in ten minutes either.” He replied.
Accepting that as
a valid point, Marlena told Antony the whole story. To his credit, he seemed to
absorb the concept. He didn’t even seemed bothered by her size, which was a
complete imossiblity in her mind.
“I just don’t
understand why it made me so freakishly huge.”
Antony knew. “Dear
sweet woman, I’m a feeder.”
“A what?”
“I love
incredibly fat women, Not only that, but I love to feed them tons of food and
watch them grow fatter every day. Not one of my girlfriends has been less than
300 lbs.”
“Just my luck.”
She bitched. “Why couldn’t you have had a Cindy Crawford obsession?”
“Well, I have to
say finding you this way has made me the happiest man alive.”
“Wait a minute!”
Marlena ignored his thought. “All you have to do is leave my vicinity and I’ll
return to normal.”
“What if I said I
think you’re gorgeous just the way you are now?”
“I’d say you have
serious issues, and despite your desire I’m not staying a jumbo fatty for
anybody. Not even you.”
“What if I simply
refuse to leave.” Antony threatened.
“I’ll just leave
myself then.” Marlena fumed.
“I don’t think
you are in a position to do that.” He grinned mischeviously.
Deep down Marlena
was afraid he was right, but she had to try. She rocked back and forth, huffing
and puffing until she gathered up enough momentum to escape the bed. She felt
her body shift in a variety of ways, mostly downwards. Each step was a slow
motion effort of extreme exertion.
Antony watched
with fascination and desire as she slowly ambled across the floor. She was
breathtakingly immense. Her ass was so huge it dwarfed the back of her upper
legs and jutted out several feet from the rest of her. Her drooping torpedo
size tits were only half supported by her impossibly huge belly. Her bloated
paunch curved outwards then downwards in a prodigious display of flab, which
came less than a foot from grazing the carpet. It took her several minutes to
walk the five steps to the door.
Marlena quickly
figured out her overly proportioned hips were almost half again the width of
the door frame. Antony calculated by comparison she was somewhere near an
80-60-100 physique. Marlena appraised her situation then abruptly crashed
against the door frame. She was rewarded by the sound of cracking wood and
drywall.
“Okay. Wait.” Antony relented. “You win...but
I just want to ask you one favor.”
“What is it?”
Marlena sighed.
“Let’s make love
one more time.” He propositioned. “I mean, you went to all the trouble to
become my dream girl, it’s a shame to let you go to waste.”
Marlena’s initial
thought was to decline. But damn! The sex with Antony was far beyond anything
she had ever experienced. What was another hour or so going to hurt?
If only she had known what Antony had in mind.
----------------------------------------
“So you really
think I look hot like this?” Marlena asked skeptically.
“You look
gorgeous.”
“But I
mean...look at me.” Marlena gestured at her overgrown frame. “My stomach and my
ass, and everything else. I’m way beyond mere FAT.”
“I told you. The
fatter you get, the more desirable you become to me.”
“Well, if blubber
is a turn on.” Marlena purred. “I have got to be the sexiest thing you’ve ever
seen.”
“That goes
without saying my dear.”
Marlena let
Antony lead her back to the comfort of his bed. He had to get behind her and
shove for all he was worth against her voluminous rear, but she managed to ease
onto the straining mattress. She had to admit there was a certain luxuriousness
in all the soft yards of flesh she had accumulated, but the thought of staying
this way was just too radical. Antony eagerly climbed in bed. It was tough, but
the horny couple finally found a position in which Antony could enter her.
Marlena was once
again overwhelmed by the sheer power of their lovemaking. It was like every
nerve in her body had melded itself to her crotch, as waves of pleasure ran
rampant throughout her monumental figure. She was immersed in a nova of sexual
energy that grew stronger and more addictive every second.
Antony was
enjoying himself as well, but was more concerned with his plan. He began to
visualize the repeated fantasy he’d had all his life of an evergrowing lover
and placed Marlena right in the heart of it. She was so vast already it was
hard to tell if she was actually growing or not, but his patience was soon
rewarded.
As Marlena’s
wails of pleasure grew, so did she. Antony felt his tenuous hold inside her
begin to slip and he was overjoyed. He fixated on the magic necklace, watching
it seemingly shrink and dig deeper into Marlena’s fat swaddled neckline. She
was expanding rapidly, and Antony did all he could to make her climax before he
was once again evicted from her.
Marlena screeched
in pleasure as she climaxed in an exploding super-nova of clustered sexual
epiphany. She shrieked as his manhood throbbed in time with her body, and every
inch of flesh reeled in ecstacy. Then Antony finally heard the “ping” of
Marlena’s necklace
snapping off her bloated body. She was his!
She was
unbelievably huge. A juggernaut of female flesh that was almost too large too
comprehend. She was the most fantastic display of feminine
corpulence he had ever dreamed of. As Marlena lay back, half asleep in the
afterglow of their passion, Antony tried to determine her size.
She had to be
twice the size of her last inflation. He figured she was somewhere in the
neighborhood of a ton and coudn’t even guess at her measurements. Her hips hung
off each side of the bed in an attempt to reach the floor. Her titanic paunch
seemed to be the size of a VW Beetle and covered everything but her plump feet.
Her breasts were phenominally bloated, with hubcap sized aureola and udder like
nipples capping the airbag sized glands. Her face had so much jowel he wondered
if she could even talk.
“Okay
loverboy...it’s time to...shed this...blubber.” The corpulent cutie panted.
“I’m afraid that
may be a problem...” Antony replied sheepishly as he held up the broken remains
of the charm.
“You had...that
in mind...all along.!” Marlena panted in fury.
“No!” Antony
protested with mock innocence. “It just popped off.”
“Come now young
man,” the gypsy woman chided, “you can’t expect us to believe that.”
Antony and
Marlena looked up at the woman in shock. Not caring for the moment how this
trespasser had gotten into the penthouse, Antony rolled off Marlena with a thud
and grabbed his trousers. Marlena was stricken with embarassment, but much too
vast to do anything practical about it. The best she could do was inadequately
cover her breasts with her pudgy hands.
“Oh come now,
don’t be shy.” The gypsy laughed. “I’ve seen it all, believe me.”
“Who the hell are
you?” Antony demanded.
“I am Marlena’s
benefactor. The woman whose charm you have ruined with your childish trick.”
“Well, I just
couldn’t let her get away.” Antony answered lamely.
“Dear boy, the
girl loves you.” She lectured. “The necklace could have given you the same
wonderful experiences over and over. But you were greedy.”
“It’s true.”
Antony confessed. “I realize my desire overtook my emotions.”
“What do we...do
about it?” Marlena asked.
“I’m truly sorry
Marlena.” Antony felt the guilt of his deception creeping in. “Madame I am a
very wealthy man. Name your price to return Marlena to normal, I’ll do
anything.”
“Well, love makes
all things possible.” The mystic responded. “Here, you take one end of the
broken chain and Marlena you grasp the other. Think of Marlena’s body as it
used to be, if there is enough love between you, anything can happen.”
Within seconds
Marlena began to shrink like a deflating balloon. Yards of flesh evaporated
into nothingness until finally she was the size of her first expansion in the
gallery. Marlena was elated and Antony grinned at her display of happiness.
“I thought of you
as thin.” Antony swore on GOD.
“Well, I have to
confess...” Marlena grinned demurely, “I actually found being fat kind of
exciting, but I’d like to have time to grow into a new body naturally. I
figured this was a fair compromise.”
Antony hugged the
comparably slight but newly full figured Marlena and whispered sweet nothings
in her ear. As the couple nuzzled and smiled at each other, the gypsy
stealthily picked up the charm and disappeared. On her way back to the shop she
waved the necklace in the air and the broken links reformed. Almost on cue, she
saw a young girl stumble over a crack in the pavement.
“Here dear, let
me help you up.” She smiled.
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