Sarah dressed as the doctor left the room. She couldn't believe
it! That bikini shoot in Malaysia had given her a rare tropical
disease. At first she was afraid she would die from it, but the
doctor said it was easily curable, but when he told her the cure and
its side effects, she wished she could die.
The cure was simple enough. A small incision into her neck and
remove the infected portion of her pituitary gland and she would be
almost as good as new. The 'almost' part was the killer. With part
of the gland missing, her metabolism would slow down and she would
gain weight --- A LOT of weight. This wouldn't do for a model.
Actually, she was now a former model since the medication had
already put 13 pounds on her. She rubbed the soft belly that had
once rippled with muscle. The surgery was tomorrow. Soon this barely
noticable tummy would balloon into a basketball of pure flab. A tear
slid down her cheek.
Sarah came to a groggy consciousness after the surgery. She
could feel the bandage on her neck. Oh no! as groggy as she was,
just moments after major surgery, she was hungry! RAVENOUSLY
HUNGRY! Sarah stayed in the hospital for only 2 days. As expected
her metabolic rate was slowing rapidly. She found she was sleeping
more, but also she had this delightful feeling of peace, and inner
calmness she hadn't known since she was 13 and had begun her career
as a model. She went home concerned, but oddly hopeful of her
future. She was glad to be off the medication but she had still put
on 5 more pounds in the 2 days since the surgery. Her clothes were
tight; too tight.
On the way home she stopped in a mall to get some new things.
Sarah was shocked. The only things that fit were size 8! She had
been a petite 6 only a month before! Even more surprising was the
fact her bra was now too small. She needed a 36B. The off the rack
clothes and the added fullness in her hips, chest and face totally
changed her look. She was still pretty, of course, even beautiful,
but that 'something special', call it glamour, that makes a top
model was gone. In an instant, she knew what she had to do. She went
to a beauty shop and had her hair re-styled and returned to it's
natural color. The effect was astonishing. Gone was Sarah Lane,
model. In her place was Ann DeMarco, her real name.
It felt good to be Ann again. Her last stop was the
supermarket. She filled her kitchen with all of the sights and
smells of an Italian kitchen, that she had known and loved since she
was a child. She prepared Veal Picante with pasta she made herself.
The meal was a transitional experience for her. She had no financial
worries, she had only had this loss of power that came with leaving
modeling, but she would find a new way --- a new life that would be
more fullfilling than the old one. She looked around. This was a big
house and she was determined to fill it with love and children.
Sarah called Alan Weller. He was a man she had dated seriously
for a time. Actually, they had fallen in love, but he wanted her to
give up her career to be a fulltime wife and mother. Worse, he had
wanted her 'fill out a little and look more like a real woman.'
Sobbing, she told him about her operation and, sheepishly, asked him
if he still wanted her. The happiness and sincerity in his voice
when he said 'Yes!!' made Ann know to the depth of her soul, that
she had made the right decision. He told her to make him a special
meal because he was coming over tonight to 'do this right.' She was
trembling with excitement as she hung up the phone. She was going to
marry Alan. She was going to become a wife and mother. Feeling
silly, she stuffed a pillow under her blouse to see how she would
look pregnant. She looked wonderful! Ann put on a sexy dress,
though she felt her butt was looking too big to do it justice. Alan
flew through the door and crushed her in his powerful arms. She
swooned. Before she knew what was happening, he had placed a diamond
ring on her finger and asked her to marry him. She was blubbering as
she said YES! They flew to Las Vegas that night. Two days later, and
another 4 pounds heavier, Alan carried Mrs. Weller over the
threshold. Time passed happily for them both. Ann loved cooking and
keeping house and each evening they made sweet love by the fire.
Ann was riding up and down on Alan's stiff penis. It filled her! Her
eyes were closed as she ate a banana, her 40C bosom bouncing in
unison, her soft, round belly jiggling with each thrust. She was
almost ready. He was almost ready. UUUUUUUUUUUUU His penis erupted,
filling her with hot, sperm. She arched her back, her pink nipples
hard and erect. The climax ebbed, but she knew, she really knew, she
had been impregnated. Ann climbed off her mate and walked into the
kitchen, her wide womanly hips rolling seductively. She straightened
her shoulders against the weight of her breasts. mmmm This new
fullness agreed with her. She returned with some whipped cream and
slowly smeared it on her husband's love muscle. It seemed like hours
passed as she licked it off, but soon her stud was hot and ready
again. She was in a breeding frenzy and only daily injections of
semen would satisfy her. She was ready and eager to bear her
children. Ann was on her hands and knees, moaning lustily as Alan
pumped into her. Sweat glistened on her forehead, arms and
shoulders. It was dripping off her 42D tits as they slapped together
in rhythm to her husband's fucking. His big hands roamed all over
her full breasts and the bulge of her pregnant belly. Now four
months along her nipples were fat and brown and her vulva was plump,
moist and inviting most of the day. She opened her eyes to glance
into the mirror on the wall. mmmmm She looked wonderful; plump,
round and well swollen with motherhood. Her ass and thighs were
jiggling happily. She was contented. Today was Ann and Alan's first
anniversary. She had just finished nursing Deirdre and had expressed
some extra milk into bottles for the sitter. Dressed in her bra,
slip and pantyhose, she surveyed her post-baby figure. Her belly was
a soft, round ball sticking out from between wide, matronly hips and
balanced by a wide bottom. Her shapely legs had thickened with plump
thighs and meaty calves. She patted her big tummy comfortably and
could feel her upper arms jiggle a bit. Her bra straps indented her
fleshy shoulders as they held up her milk-bloated 46DD breasts. At
154# she had chubby cheeks and the beginnings of a double chin. Alan
was taking her to dinner to celebrate and she had to finish
dressing. The size 14 cocktail dress was new, but it seemed snugger,
especially in the hips, than when she bought it. Her highly
developed fashion sense told her that this dress had been designed
for a slender figure. She decided to shop in Plus Size stores from
now on. That way the clothes would be better proportioned. Still,
Alan liked clothes that showed off her voluptuous curves as much as
she liked having them. After dinner, they were going to a hotel to
make love in private. She was ready to get pregnant again.
Dierdre ran from the school into Ann's station wagon. Alan jr.
was sitting in a booster seat, while baby Lisa slept in her carseat.
Ann couldn't believe how much had changed in the 5 years since her
illness. None of her old friends would have recognized her now that
she weighed 227#. Apple cheeks and a second chin had changed the
woman who had once been Sarah Lane. She had spent most of the last 5
years either pregnant or nursing, and the doctor had just told her
she was pregnant again! They spent a quiet family weekend lounging
by the pool and barbecuing. Alan was grilling some ribs while read
on the chaise lounge. To celebrate the new baby, she gave Alan a
treat and wore a bikini. She rubbed some suntan lotion on her big
thighs. They now had folds at the knees and a bit of cellulite on
her hips. Her massive 52G bust covered her torso from just below her
collarbone to the top of her huge, stretch marked belly. And they
still bulged fatly under her flabby upper arms. Alan couldn't stand
it anymore. He stopped cooking and came over to rub lotion on the
vast bulk of his wife. Ann knew the children were taking a nap so
she peeled off her overworked bikini bottom. Alan spread the soft
blubber of her thighs and gazed on her vagina. After 3 pregnancies
and 115# her vulva had become a plump, bulging mound that felt so
good as he entered it. Ann moaned contentedly and wrapped her legs
around her man. She had to be careful now that she weighed more than
him. This was what she wanted; a comfortable home, a good man, and a
house full of children. But she wasn't finished yet.
After Alan was through riding his wife, she looked at him
tenderly and said, "Alan. I have been your wife for 5 years. Borne
you 3 children and am carrying another. I love and adore you, but
please, tell me what really happened when I got sick." He was
stunned, but not really surprised. "How did you know?" he asked.
"Alan, silly. There is no disease, tropical or otherwise that turns
a skinny, almost flat-chested, woman into the swollen, topheavy baby
factory that I have become. You have a large stake in a drug
company, don't you? Come on. The truth." Alan was caught. He
explained how he arranged for her to be given a drug that increased
'maternal instincts' and stimulated the entire reproductive system.
He had to. He wanted her so badly he just had to. Anne looked at him
devotedly. "It's OK, honey. I have never been happier. I THANK you
for doing this to me. The reason I want to know is that I have an
idea on how we could make other women as happy as I. I want to start
a dress shop, but a different kind. Ordinary haut couture at good
prices in the front. But the secret is high fashion for full figured
and pregnant women, plus a social club in the back. Now; if I could
add that drug to the coffee ....." Alan smiled. His wife wasn't just
beautiful. She was a genius.
Anne's World had been open for a month and was already a huge
success when Maryann Kahn came in for the first time. The place was
amazing. Gorgeous, slinky clothes and accessories at great prices.
She wiggled her lithe size 8 body into a spandex cocktail dress. hmm
Maryann liked what she saw. Maybe this would get a new boyfriend. Ed
was starting to bore her again. A salesgirl offered her a cup of
cappuchino. mmmm It was excellent, but very different.
Ann's World- part 5
The next week was very unusual for Delia. She was late for
work every day. This was because she was stopping at an
all-you-can-eat breakfast place. Her lunches were getting long, too,
and not just from eating. She wandered the mall looking in maternity
shops. Pregnancy still appalled her, but she had the curiosity about
it. Then she glanced in FREDERICKS OF HOLLYWOOD and wondered if Mike
would like her in some sexy outfit. This was starnge. She hadn't
even met him yet. Friday afternoon she stopped by her favorite
store, La Petit Femme, to get a new bikini for the weekend. She took
a size 4 string bikini into the dressing room. It could barely cover
her! Strange. Her breasts bulged out of the cups and the bottom kept
riding up in her buttocks. She asked a salesgirl to check her size.
Wow! She had added an inch to her waist and hips ... and two inches
on her bust! She was up to a size 6- regular. Delia had to try
another store. This one only sold petite sizes and she couldn't fit
in them anymore.
On the way, she stopped at a 5&10 to check her
weight. Oh, dear. She had put on 6 pounds. That was a lot for her
5'1" frame. She went to another store a tried on a more conservative
2 piece suit. It looked good on her. Suddenly, she felt rather
chesty and took a deep breath. It accented her bosom nicely. She
didn't look so bony anymore, and her legs seemed shapelier, though
her muscles had lost the definition she had worked so hard to
achieve. Try as she might, she couldn't suck in the slight pot she
had developed. That was, of course, impossible because the pot
wasn't flab. Her uterus was enlarging. On the way home, she bought a
new bra- 34A. She arrived Friday evening at Maryann and Ed's house.
In the last week, Maryann had blossomed, with a full belly. She
caressed her belly at every opportunity and she noticed Delia's more
voluptuous form. Mike and Delia hit it off right away. Since he
was , like Ed, a feeder he really enjoyed the way Delia was eating.
That night, he slipped into her room and didn't leave.
After
that weekend together, Mike decided to move to town permanently. He
met Delia for lunch every day, and each evening was spent together
as well. She began to show the effects of all this pampering. Her
boyish hips became wide and womanly, while her buttocks grew round
and protruding. Her scrawny legs filled out into the kind of shapely
gams that you see in old movies, with plump thighs and meaty calves.
Her face filled out, too. The extra fullness softened and rounded
it, making her look years younger. The most amazing change was to
her bustline. As the weeks passed and the pounds piled on, her
breasts grew fuller, rounder and heavier. 34A. 36B. Before she knew
it, she was a buxom 38C. She let her hair grow out and wore sexier
clothes to better show off her new curves. 40D. Delia stood in front
of the mirror looking at the well-filled sweater. She couldn't
believe how BIG she was getting. It was around this time that Delia
was fired. All of the missed days and too long lunches were more
than her boss could take. She was crying when she told Mike. He told
her not to worry about a thing. She moved in with him that day and
became his mistress.
Now that she was a lady of leisure, Delia
spent more time with Maryann. By now she was in her 7th month and a
happier pregnant lady you could not find. They spent their days in
the beauty parlor, shopping, or going to lunch. In a month, this
life had changed Delia froman independant career woman, into a
round, chubby nymphette. Mike took her to a black tie dance at the
country club. Her strapless gown served up her 42DD boobs like a
pair of cantaloupes. mmm She loved being big and chesty. It pleased
Mike. He took her onto the terrace and gave her a ring. A DIAMOND
RING! Delia cried for joy. They were engaged. She delayed the
wedding so Maryann could give birth. Delia wanted her as matron of
honor.
Delia looked radiant in her size 12 wedding gown, but
she was jealous of Maryann. She thought that she was more beautiful
with her plump cheeks, second chin and milk-swollen bosom.
Unconsciously, Delia ran her hand over her own round belly. 'Soon,'
she thought to herself, 'I'll look that good.' She had taken a home
pregnancy test this morning. It was positive.
by Sarah Barndt