Mother thought it best that Suzie watch her figure. She was twelve, Suzie that is.
And a skater. Mother always dressed her in the finest clothes. Like a princess.
Suzie was pretty, but very far from understanding about love. Never had she
known about love or had even the fleetingest thought about "contact" with the
opposite sex. Her mother sheltered her a lot. She was shy. Painfully shy.
As is always true with the human condition, when we are vehemently denied
something, we resist and crave it more than conceivably possible. Suzie was no
exception to this rule. What did Mother deny poor Suzie? The sheer pleasure of
culinary delight. The sheer pleasure of over-indulgence. Subsequently, Suzie
fantasized about only one thing: Food. Her mother fed her meager portions and
regulated her caloric intake at all times. Shame on her. A kid should live life, yes?
Suzie lived in her food fantasies. She would dream about eating with wild
abandon. One night, her dreams changed everything. Suzie fell in love and
destroyed all of her mother's hope...
As Suzie tossed and turned in her sleep, she dreamed of indulgence. Pies, cakes,
ice cream, cookies and cupcakes. She was awakened by a gentle tap, a caress
really, upon her shoulder. She turned slowly and saw him. He was dark, and
dressed in crimson robes. He was handsome.
-Who are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?
She was terrified. She began to scream.
-Scream as you will, Beautiful. No one can hear you. You and I are conversing on
the plane between sleep and waking. When you tire yourself out, we'll chat, yes?
She quieted down and waited.
-There's no need to fear me. Truly! I want you to think of me as your Dream
Maker. I have been watching you...your dreams. Oh they are a wonderful sort.
Truly. You are a poor starved child, and I pity you. I want to give you what you
need, you see?
-What do you mean? You are freaking me out!
(Inside she felt a kind of comfort. And a kind of hope mixed with dread. Truly
inexplicable.)
-Come with me Suzie.
With that, Suzie, feeling an unexplainable trust, swung out of bed, clothed in her
nightgown, and took the hand of the calming gentleman. She followed him
through a house that was no longer her own.
-I want to make you happy Suzie. I want to help you live out your grand
fantasies. You certainly do have a wild and fantastic imagination. It's a shame
your real life deprives you of your needs. But I never will...
They were now in a grand dining hall, with vaulted ceilings and a massive
banquet table. As she rested her small frame on an enormous and ornamented
chair at the end of the table, two tiny black creatures fluttered out on tiny wings
to hear the man's words, spoken in a so very ancient tongue. The creatures
fluttered away, sprightly and bouncing in air.
-Suzie. I want you to consider tonight an introduction. Consider my offer. Taste
the possibilities. Think about me and what I can give you.
-I just don't get it...why are we here? What do you want? Why do you feel so
familiar to me so--
But she was interrupted by the reentrance of the fluttering creatures. The carried
out from some hidden room the most beautiful gourmet cake. A work of art.
With layers. And fresh whipped cream and sugary raspberry filling. It was large.
Very large. It was set down before her. Her eyes widened with awe and hunger.
It was sin. It was temptation. It was forbidden...and unavoidably seductive.
-May I have a piece? Please? I am so so hungry.
-Of course you may. It is all for you. Do you see? Enjoy. Oh my, yes that's it. Oh I
think we'll be able to share a tremendous relationship. My goodness. Yesss. Eat
up pretty girl. Your so nearly starved. You poor dear. I'll take care of you.
-Oh it IS so good. So good.
The cake was disappearing rapidly. Here, in the otherworld, her appetite had no
end. It was sweet and good. And soon, it was gone. And Suzie smiled. As she
was about to request some more treats, she awoke in her bed. Fully satisfied.
Awake and happy. There was a handwritten note on her pillow. It smelled of
everything tasty and sinful. It said simply:
-Consider my invitation. I'd love to see you again. I'd love to make you happy.
Simply let me know when you are ready after all the house is asleep. Sweet
dreams...
Concerned, she stuffed it into a drawer lest her prying and domineering mother
should find it. It wasn't until she was pulling her skirt on after her shower that
she noticed. It didn't fit. It simply wouldn't zip up. She sucked in and yanked the
zipper up. Strange. Was that a double chin starting on her beautiful face? Just the
puffiness of sleep.
Suzie couldn't wait until dark came around again...
Suzie moved awkwardly down the stairs. She felt absolutely stuffed, but she was
hungry. Her mind remembered back fondly to the night before. What a dream.
Had it been real? She certainly felt that it was, but it was impossible. Her skirt
had simply shrunk. That was all. Mother interrupted her reverie.
-Oh my God! No matter what I do... Jesus Suzannah, are you sneaking on the
side? You've somehow gotten fatter! Look at you!
Both faces reddened--for different reasons.
-Well, that settles it. You don't need breakfast. My God what are we to do?
Suzie looked down at her slender figure, frowning, full of Mother-fueled shame.
There was a barely perceptible swell at her zipper. Only her obsessed mother
would have noticed.
She tried to press it away. It felt like it had life. It was her craving, and her
shame. It begged for more and she begged for it to disappear.
-I guess we need to see Dr. Gerald for some new diet pills.
Mother checked herself in the hall mirror, smoothed her blue dress over her
emaciated figure. Suzie grabbed her things and ran out to the bus stop, in tears.
Suzie went directly to the snack line at school. She was famished. She usually
waited for lunch, but at lunch was Mrs. Stanfield, a family friend. She was
Mother's "food spy." Suzie piled her tray high with Hostess treats, cookies, and a
greasy egg sandwich. She was actually salivating. Her belly rumbled. She rubbed
it...
-Suzannah Richards!
Mrs. Stanfield. She must have come in early. Damn all.
-I don't think so. Please! Your mother would kill me!
Suzie left, dejectedly.
Lunch was a salad. Lite dressing on the side. She was dying of hunger.
-Look at this, Honey!
She was home now and her mother held Suzie's belly like a disgusting creature
for her father to see. He shook his head and confirmed the idea of the doctor
visit.
Dinner was unusually small that night.
Suzie lay crying in her bedroom that night. Alone. Feeling terrible. Feeling
shame. She kept looking at herself in the mirror. Still skinny. Sallow. Sad. She
stopped her tears. The house was quiet. Very quiet. Her parents had been in bed
a while. It was 12:30. And Suzie began to feel the need. She felt greedy, giddy,
hungry.
She turned out her lights. Sat on her bed. Assumed the position of prayer. Her
hands were hot with tears.
-I'm ready Sir.
She waited. It seemed like forever. Perhaps it was.
He appeared. Like a dream. Through the wall. In a haze.
-Oh thank you thank you thank you.
She kissed his hand. It tasted sweet. He led her silently to her table in the hall.
She sat down eagerly.
-How can I help you, Pretty Girl?
-I'm absolutely starving. Oh please fill me up! Stuff me! I'm dying.
He clapped his hands. The creatures fluttered in, laden with what was a platter
of cheese covered pasta. A mountain of food. It smelled heavenly. She dove in.
Eating voraciously. Sucking, slurping, devouring. It was so good. She hoped it
would never end. She ate and ate and ate. Was the food even diminishing? It
seemed not to. After many minutes, the platter lay empty.
-Oh my Suzie! You are a hungry one!
-Mmmmmm. (sauce circled her mouth) Sooo good. I feel so stuffed. But I'm still
starving. God I love it here. More please.
Again the creatures came, and to Suzie they were angels, delivering her own
private heaven. She wanted to stay forever.
The angels carried pies: apple, pumpkin, lemon, chocolate.
She dug in. Sweet goodness. Chewing, swallowing, moaning. After a while, she
lay back. Unable to lean forward any longer. Absolutely stuffed. Her belly was
stuffed, rounded, globular, tight. She rubbed it gently. Hiccuping.
The creatures understood her need without her speaking. They quenched her
thirst. Then they scurried back and forth, from the pies to her mouth with
delicious morsels. She graciously opened her mouth for bite after bite. Chewing.
Swallowing. Gorging.
-Oh god oh god oh god. (muffled through sinful sweetness)
He looked on and smiled. She'd get her wish. He was afraid of tomorrow and
what it would bring...
Suzie awoke. Completely aware of her transgression. Guilt and pleasure argued
in her heart and head. She felt like a balloon. Uncomfortable. Full full full. She
grinned. Already she was dreaming of the night. Sweet night. She began to get
up. Only one problem: she couldn't bend at the waist.
-Oh my god.
Fear moved within her...mixed with forbidden pleasure.
She looked down at her midsection after throwing off the covers. She was FAT.
Holy cow. Holy moly. Might as well try and sneak an elephant out the door past
Mother. A laugh escaped her. Short. Guilty.
She lay flat on her back. Her belly rose up in front of her. She was a whale. Huge.
Plumped. Her nightgown was pushed down by her straining belly. It was round.
Stuffed round. Her once tiny breasts were obvious and swollen under her gown.
Her fingers were fat. Her arms were fat. How much had she eaten at
otherworld?
She remembered the pasta...the pies...the strawberry shortcake...the second
course of lasagna and cheese-covered garlic bread...the angels stuffing bite after
bite after bite after bite after bite into her ohsostuffed body. She giggled with
sheer sin and happiness. Ice cream...grapes (so sweet and plump)...stew... Where
did it end? She had no idea. She leaned back and accepted. Her belly
expanded...and expanded and grew and grew. The black wings fluttered like
hummingbirds' and the deluge continued.
At some point, realities had mixed and here she was:. Unable to sit up.
My god. What could she do. She rolled out of her bed and made her way to the
mirror. Who was that fat girl in the mirror? Her belly protruded outward, full
and round. Her breasts pouted, resting on her belly. Her face was fat, soft.
Beautiful. She rubbed her belly. It rumbled. Her thighs pressed together. Her
knees bent slightly inward. Her calves were meaty, plump, fat. She was in
absolute shock. How much how much how much?
She ran to her bathroom. Got on the scale...
Her weight before had hovered around 98 lbs. Now?
The needle flew. Past 98...110...120...160...180...200...250...268.
What happened? How could this be?
Her mother was coming upstairs.
Down the hall.
In the door...without knocking.
She gasped. Her hand went to her mouth.
-What in god's name? Suzannah. My god. What's happened to you?
Suzie grinned.
Suzie's mother and father watched her from beyond the glass of the medical
office. She slept peacefully. The doctor spoke in hushed tones as the three looked
on.
-We just don't know. There is no reasonable, rational explanation. It is truly
bizarre.
-But my baby! Please help us! She'll pop!
-She's under now, and should be until tomorrow. It was a pretty strong sedative.
Sleep is what she needs right now. Rest. Tomorrow we can begin to delve into
this. Whatever it is we'll help you through it.
-Oh my god. She looks so peaceful now. She's smiling in her sleep. My beautiful
baby. She's gotten SO FAT. So HUGE.
-Nurse?
-Yes doctor?
-Let's let Suzie sleep in tomorrow, okay? We'll set up our first diagnostic for
eleven, okay?
-Yes doctor.
Suzie was happy.
The steak was juicy and tender. The potatoes au gratin were delicious... and
filling! Loaves of bread smothered with butter.
The Mississippi mud pie had been ridiculously large! That was definitely too
much. She had overdone it, truly!
Her legs were spread. Her belly rested between her knees.
Both hands couldn't work fast enough to put more food into her hungry hungry
mouth. She was bent over the table. She had a napkin tucked under her sweet,
double chin.
She was happy. Smiling. He stood beside her. Whispering in her ear.
Encouraging. Beaming with pride. And she grew.
Her face was fatter than before. So soft. Her belly pressed forward, over the edge
of the chair. Groaning. Cakes (chocolate, vanilla, sweet frosting),...doughnuts
(giant, cream filled)...cheesecake...cheese soup...
Growing. Blowing up. Blimping. Swelling. The hunger wouldn't end. She grew
and grew and grew. He encouraged and smiled. She looked back at him. Proud.
The night wore on into day...
As the nurse entered the room, she dropped her tray. It clanged to the floor.
Suzie was up. And stretching. Smiling.
-Good morning nurse! Oh, I see I shocked you. I am so sorry! Let me help you.
She was huge. Round. She was a Buddha. Thick, round, FAT thighs. Enormous
belly sticking out, hanging down. Hips curving out out out. Breasts resting on
her belly. Huge. Gothic. Her beautiful face was surrounded with fat. Plump, red
cheeks, three chins. Stunning. She could not bend down to pick up the tray. Her
enormous belly prevented her...
-Oops! Sorry. Looks like I over did it! Oof. Boy am I stuffed. I have to get a hold
of myself!
She turned...and her thighs and rear end rolled in waves. Love handles, soft and
plump at her sides. Fat little knees...plumpness at her elbows. Her belly was
smooth, firm, full. Her blue nightgown pushed up. She really was so nearly
round. The nurse left the room. The scale told Suzie a deep dark secret. She was
fat. So fat. So round. The scale hit 400, its maximum, and the needle was jammed
in the corner.
Across the hall, her mother dozed. Mother felt a tap on her shoulder. She awoke,
and a strange man in robes greeted her. He led her quietly through the halls,
promising her answers, solutions. She obeyed.
He led her to a room with a large glass window that looked down on a banquet
table. Her Suzannah walked out, looking eager. Excited. She sat down at HER
seat. In all her glory. Fat. A mountain of gluttony. But boy was she hungry. The
feeding began. Suzie ate greedily. Stuffing her fat face. She was exuberant.
Thrilled.
-Oh please...help her sir. Please? She'll explode! She's so FAT. She's enormous!
Help her! I want her to be happy again!
-Madam. I assure you that I have helped her. And I am sure she is happy. Look
at her! She's beautiful!
Suzie smiled. And ate. And grew. And ate. And swelled.
He beamed with pride.
Suzie was fat. Fatter. She kept on eating. And eating.
And Suzie was happy. She never stopped smiling...
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