It was a clear April morning as Melissa Springer walked out of her car.
She smelled the fresh clean air of the country. It was weird that after twenty
two years in the city, she would finally get some real living. She stepped
onto the newly paved rock road, and walked up to her steps. She was 5-7, 125
pounds of beauty. All the men were going to go nuts. Long brown hair,
crystal blue eyes, she was the toast of the town. She rang her aunts door
bell, and her plump Aunt B greeted her with fat arms. She hugged her Aunt, and
sat down for dinner.
"So, hows your din Melissa?" asked her Aunt.
" Its ok B. Although it is too buttery." Melissa replied.
Her aunt said, nothing, but under her breath muttered that Melissa was
too skinny. Melissa went on with her usual workout for the rest of the week,
but found it harder and harder to run miles with B always calling her in for
lunch or breakfast. The effects weren't noticeable, but she was definitely
softer. Her aunt smiled to herself, knowing that the family tradition was
still in affect.
Now, the Springer family was all fat, all except for Melissa. Her parents
were plumpers, but not as fat as the rest of them. Her Mother and father moved
out of the country when she was two, mainly because they wanted her to get a
good education. She was supposed to become a teacher, but that fell threw
after she was caught sleeping with the SuperAttendant. Her parents died, so
she had no money. That's when strangely, she got a call from her aunt to tell
her she could move to the country. Of course she accepted, but now she was
starting to have doubts.
Two weeks later, as they were sitting down for dinner, Aunt B asked
Melissa some questions about clothing.
"Melissa dear, I think you should buy some clothes for country life, not
city life."
"Naw, my clothes are just fine." She replied as she unbuttoned her jeans.
They had shrunken in the wash. Actually, they were snug because of the seven
pounds that had manifested its way to Melissa's body. She was softer, but
still not noticeably heavier. And if she did, she would notice her clothes
getting snugger and workout more. Not if her aunt had anything to do with it.
At night, Aunt B carefully took all of Melissa clothes out, and replaced
them with a larger size. She also added some new ones, so Melissa could reveal
more of herself when they went out. Now, whenever Melissa went out, people
would stare at how much she was changing in only the short time down there. It
had only been a month, but she had already put on 15 pounds. Her butt was
getting flabby, as well as her stomach. Her face wasn't getting rounder, but
some blemishes had developed from her late night chocolate binges. Her thighs
were buried under a small layer of fat, as well as her arms. Her breasts were
starting to overlap her bra. Her Aunt was now putting more butter and lard
into every meal. Plus, Melissa wasn't exercising anymore. She was too busy
eating and watching t.v. Life was getting pretty easy. She did sometimes help
with chores, but then always counter acted that with a piece or two of layer
cake. Sounds fun, huh?
It now had been a month and three weeks since Melissa had moved to the
country, and she was definitely blending in. All 165 pounds of her slowly
moving around the house to refill her snack bowl. Her body was all chubby. Her
butt was the roundest and flabbiest part, and wiggled with each step. Her
breasts flopped around and her belly was causing a lot of pressure to anything
she wore that had a button. Her aunt was going to get her ready for the last
stage, the pie competition.
"Melissa?" B asked a month later. She was now ready to start getting her
ready for the pie eating contest. Melissa had now grown to 1185 pounds, and
was in heaven. Her aunt found her on the couch, underwear and all, playing
with her tummy as she stuffed marshmallows into her eager mouth.
"Melissa, I just got news that in one month, they are having a pie eating
contest, and since I know you love pies, I signed you up. Now, its going to be
hard, but I know you can win it with a little help from your auntie."
"Pies?!?" "I love them!" " What is the prize?" Melissa enquired.
" Free pies from Joe's Bakery for the rest of this year and next year,
until the next pie contest!" With that, Melissa agreed.
Now, all she did was cram pies into her ever widening face. Her belly was
pushing her knee's farther and farther apart each day she sat at the table.
Her breasts had already outgrown three cup sizes, and were going on number
four. Her butt was starting to ooze out over each side of the chair. She still
was pretty, only in a larger package. He swelling paunch was now giving her
more room for more food. Her aunt new that there was something wrong with the
fact that two weeks, her niece had gained a whopping 45 pounds, but she
couldn't stop her, in fact, she was starting to cook more, because her niece
was constantly hungry. She knew that if her intake would double, so would her
weight, so she increased the food size and quantity by not two, but three
times.
Melissa went to bed hungry that night. Her aunt told her that the night
before the contest, she shouldn't eat because then she would have enough room
to win. Melissa, however, would not listen. She got out of bed, and waddled
towards the steps. A button from her pajama pants popped off, giving her more
breathing room. She got to the fridge, and pulled out some ice cream, cheese,
milk, pies, and a few eclairs. She started to feed. About an hour later, all
her shirt buttons popped off, and her breasts and belly surged out. She was
magnificent. Her ass had caused the chair to squeak, and was starting to snap.
Her body was huge. Double chin jiggling, and giving birth to a third. Then at
four a.m, it happened. Her pants and shirt had been torn to shreds. Her
massive gut tried to touch her knees, when her chair creaked and then broke.
She got up from her gluttony, and looked down at what she had become. She was
over 300 pounds. In the past two weeks, she added over 140 pounds on. It was
almost impossible, but she did it. She waddled to the refrigerator, and ate
another piece of cheese, and headed back to bed. Unfortunately, her aunt found
out, and scolded her. Melissa had to prove her worth. Well, she did. She won
by eating twenty two pies. Her only challenge was a man who ate 15. Melissa
was going to get pies for the next year.
Jackie came over to see her niece Melissa for the first time in two
years. When she got in the living room, all she saw was a white pale ball of
flesh watching t.v, and pushing pies into her mouth.
"Melissa? Is that you?"
"Who is there?"
" Your aunt!" I can't believe she made you a member of the family!"
" Well, I like being one of the family. Its great!"
With that, Melissa ate another pie, and celebrated her 700th pound.
The End
by K-Dawg