The Stepford Women
By Sasha Steele

It all started when Trina Bella brought her first class hypnotist act to the small midwest town of Stepford. Stepford is a cloistered community out of the mainstream so a show such as this could go either way. The turn-out for this one however was huge probably due to the fact that Stepford - for a town of less than a thousand people - has more than its share of fat women, and Trina Bella was herself a big beautiful woman.

In the middle of the food belt, far away from any major center, it seems that the Stepford women have little else to do but eat. And so most, if not all of its three hundred and fifty female residents are at some stage of being overweight from tubby school girls right up to four hundred pound Gloria Filban the librarian. The Stepford men for the most part seem tolerant of their women's overweightedness, some more so than others. But at regular meetings of the various women's groups it just isn't enough.

Gloria Filban sits on more committees than any other woman in town, and she can tell you that the general consensus is that the women of Stepford as a whole do not want to diet in order to lose weight. In fact, just the opposite is true, eating being the main social thrust of the community. And yet every one of them feels the need for more attention from their male counterparts. It was the spectacle of nearly five hundred pound Trina Bella in her skimpy black stage costume, every eligible hunk in town up there lusting after in a hypnotic trance.

True, Trina Bella is a beautiful woman with long wavy shiny black hair, deep brown eyes lined with heavy black mascara and dark eye shadow, and luscious full pouty lips in dark brown or maroon lipsticks. Also helping to affect her mysterious image is the sexy black costumes that she wears. At close to five hundred pounds Trina Bella has a stage presence that did not go unnoticed, if not by the men then most certainly by the Stepford women. At meetings her act became the topic of discussion with all the women's groups.

Who the idea first originated with was unknown, but it spread like wild fire. A plan was hatched and Trina Bella was contacted. Four months after her first appearance in Stepford she was back for a second performance and looking better than ever. Last time, Trina had a pressing engagement elsewhere causing her to leave immediately after the show. This time it would be different. Brought into the Stepford women's plan, Trina would again put on a show, only this time having been heavily remunerated she would stay for several days until her secret task was complete.

The night of the show Trina Bella waddled onto center stage to the thundering applause of a receptive capacity crowd. If you like extremely large women, then Trina looked stunning in a sexy little black stage dress, bodice, short flaring skirt and panties attached in one. Her massive legs were clad in black tights, her feet in very high-heeled lace up black boots. Hair and makeup dark, mysterious, provocative. Her massive breasts overflowed the lace cups of her tight-fitted bodice. Turning around on stage, the short skirt rode out on Trina's huge bloated belly and wide-wide hips, not quite covering her huge protruded backside.

If anything, Trina looked even bigger than before and she was, having added another twenty-five pounds to her already overly large frame. Stance wide, Trina addressed the audience, her alluring hypnotic voice drawing them in, weakening their wills. At the coaxing of their wives and girl friends the men were brought up on stage, hypnotized and again made to lust after. Then, later on after the show, acting on a command placed into their subconscious minds, the men were brought one by one to a secret location. There, master hypnotist Trina Bella, using all her powers of persuasion, molded their minds into an all-consuming lust for fat women.

Some were easy to do; others took more time. The Stepford women were taught how to regularly reinforce the new power they how held over their men. Everything had gone as planned; now they could eat as much as they desired and get as fat as they wanted to. Two days after the show, Trina was hypnotizing the last man on the list. Steven Trotter, the local sheriff, had twice been up on Trina's stage. Tall, broad shouldered, blond, blue eyed and handsome Steven was definitely the best catch in town and Trina meant to have him for herself.

Strong of character as well as in a physical way this could prove dangerous but Trina was confident in her abilities. Take me out for supper, she ordered and with no choice to do otherwise, Steven obeyed. Trina's hair was pulled off of her beautiful fat face in a long French braid that started at the top of her head and hung down below mid back. She was dressed all in black of course, from her panties; bra and lace top stockings to the five-inch pumps on her feet and tight fitted black dress that she wore.

The dress was sleeveless with thin straps exposing her heavy shoulders massive upper arms and lots of cleavage. It was also very short, worn shamelessly so for a woman as fat as she is, her huge stomach pressing outwards in front, hips flaring to the sides, immense ass in back, the dress stretched to the limit then curving back in around her fatness. Trina did more than just sample most of the main dishes on the menu. She ate course after course and desert after desert until she was so stuffed that she could hardly get up from her chair.

Then she had Steven take her to her hotel room where he would become her slave. Trina was wet with anticipation of what she'd have him do. Standing before her mirror Steven undid the back of her dress, drawing it from her fat gorgeous body. In black panties and bra, stockings and heels Trina massaged her bloated gut as Steven knelt behind kissing her big fat ass. She turned, placing sausage-like thumbs with long painted nails into the seventy-two inch waistband of her panties, drawing them below her magnificent stomach, bringing Steven's hands up onto it. Kiss me, Trina commanded pressing her fat potbelly into his face, and Steven did so there as if it were his first love.

Just able to reach around her beach ball-like belly, Trina clasped her chubby hands to Steve's head and gently guided him below it, spreading her legs as she did so. Steve arched his head back burying his face deep into the folds of Trina's soft warm flesh. She pursed her lips, drawing breath through her teeth with a hissing sound and moaned as Steve's mouth found the wet crotch of her black panties. Breathing hard, she reluctantly pulled herself away and taking him by his hands guided Steve off of his knees and back toward the bed.

"Take off your clothes; I want to see you," Trina commanded and was impressed with Steve's muscular body and his hardness standing far out in front of him. She took her panties off and sat her wide fat ass on the bed, spreading her legs as she pulled him toward her. "On your knees," Trina ordered, chest heaving with her lust. Still in her black heels, stockings and bra, she lay back on the bed, spreading her massive thighs apart to expose a fleshy clean shaven pubis mound and the hard throbbing clit between them.

Steve spread her thick pussy lips and pressed his face into her warm wet sex, his tongue lapping the sweet gentle ridges of her swollen clitoris. Trina thrust herself wildly into him; she was getting close but didn't want to cum, not yet. But God he was good! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." As Steve continued making love to her down there, Trina struggled to regain control. "Stop!" she cried out, "Stop!"

Shooting a large arm forward to help pull her heavy self up into a sitting position, Trina took off her bra, releasing her big torpedo-shaped tits. Directing her mesmerized lover to remove her shoes and the stockings from her colossal-sized thighs, Trina got on the bed repositioning herself on her fat belly. Face buried in the pillow, huge wide ass in the air Trina bid her slave to come to her; which Steve did, fondling her caressing her massive buns, burying his face in them.

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me," Trina cried, once again on the edge. Steve entered her from behind and she moaned loudly as he pumped himself against her huge rounded buns. He was large enough to reach her sex in this position; few men were Trina knew, but still she wanted him deeper so she once again repositioned herself, this time on her back. Her big fat legs spread in the air; Steve on his, up against her stomach, thrust himself deep inside of her again and again. "Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" Trina screamed as she came in a hard hot orgasm. At the same time Steve moaned as he came too inside of her.

Until now Trina's hypnotized slave lovers had been zombie-like in their efforts to satisfy their mistress. Sex with Steve had been wonderful, the best that Trina had ever had and she felt an inkling that perhaps he wasn't under her spell at all. If Steve was acting he deserved an Oscar for that performance, Trina thought. "Stay with me," she ordered yawning. "You can make my breakfast in the morning." Falling asleep in Steve's strong arms, Trina was about to find out the truth.

It was early morning when something awoke her. Trina generally didn't get up before noon so this was odd. She thought that she had heard a buzzer and him talking, but she was groggy and fell back to sleep. Then around eleven, fully awake, Trina found that Steve had dressed and left. It was Steve's pager that had gone off and he had phoned his office. As Trina satisfied her morning hunger pangs with a huge breakfast, it suddenly came to her. She had forgotten that Steve was with the police. Trina had taking a lot of money from the Stepford women to hypnotize their men. Was that illegal? She panicked. "If he wasn't hypnotized, then he was faking!"

Trina decided to clear out as fast as possible - which with her self-indulgent pampering wasn't very fast at all. She was just checking out when Steve got back to her hotel. Dressed in her usual black Steve couldn't help but notice that Trina looked beautiful. She had on tight pants and tee shirt under a leather coat, chunky lace up boots, a black belt with silver buckle. Her hair was pulled off her beautiful fat face to the sides, hanging loose and wavy down her broad back. Trina's ears were completely studded all the way around with ear rings; she had a nose stud and her face was done sexily in heavy dark makeup.

Startled, Trina turned to face him. Her big brown eyes were stunning; her whole appearance was. "Last night..." she started but was cut off.

“No, I wasn't hypnotized; I'm sorry but - ," he stopped. Then he took Trina in his arms, kissing her deeply, and she understood. "No, that's wrong; I was hypnotized, still am in fact." Steve kissed her again.

"In that case you had better take me out for lunch," she said, touching her stomach. "Your mistress needs to be fed."