Okay, I confess...I did a awful thing. I didn't know it at the time...no
that's not exactly true: I knew it was wrong when I did it. I just didn't
realize quite the extent of my wrong-doing.
I have to blame my wife to some degree. Maybe it wasn't her fault that our
lovemaking had cooled, but she could have been nicer. And she could have
eased up on her dieting. When we got married, she was chubby. I liked her
like that, with her nice bouncy breasts, her round ass, her soft little
pot-belly...but then she went on a diet, and lost forty pounds. By
conventional standards, she looked great, and anyway I still loved her. But
she didn't turn me on nearly as much as she had before. So things went
downhill.
She didn't do much...she'd work out, come home, clean up the house, and then
sit around watching videos all day. She loved watching videos. I'd pick up
two or three for her every night after work, and she'd watch them the next
day.
"Why do you watch videos so much?" I asked her one day.
She gave me this look.
"Beats reality," she said, turning back to the set.
This infuriated me. Here I was, busting my butt working and supporting her
and trying to make her happy every way I knew how...this was the last straw.
Then I had an inspiration.
Subliminal advertising.
All I had to do was put little subliminal messages in her videos, telling her
to gain weight. An occasional thirtieth-of-a second message in a video
isn't noticed consciously, but the subconscious notices--and pays attention.
It was easy for me to do--I work at a television studio.
At first I thought I'd put in messages telling her to eat. But I realized it
wouldn't do much good--if she just started eating more, she'd get upset with
herself and be even more depressed. Or maybe she'd just work out more, and
negate any effects.
So I put in messages about how wonderful it is to be fat...that fat women
were beautiful and happy, and had great sex all the time. And about how
thin women were unhappy.
I put these messages in every video she watched. I also added the capability
of adding messages to television shows. I made some minor changes to the
remote so I could to it at the press of a button.
At first, nothing seemed to happen--she didn't change her behavior at all.
Then one night we were watching a show about fashion models (for once, we
weren't watching a video!). I pressed a button that subliminally inserted a
picture of concentration camp victims.
"Jesus," said my wife, "they're all so skinny. They'd look better if they
put on a few pounds."
It was finally working! I couldn't believe it!
"They're no skinnier than you," I said.
"Really? You know, I wondered about that. Do I look like I've lost weight
recently? It kind of seems to me like I have, when I look in the mirror--but
according to the scale my weight hasn't changed a bit."
"I don't know. I think you would look better with a few more pounds."
"I wonder..."
So the next day I not only gave her the message that fat women were
beautiful, I started giving her messages about food. About how delicious it
was to eat all those wonderful things she'd been denying herself--milkshakes,
fried chicken, chocolate shakes, doughnuts...
I got home a few the next evening to find her watching a video...and eating.
She was curled around a bucket of fried chicken, with a bag of fries, a
chocolate milkshake, and a dozen doughnuts within easy reach.
"Gee," I said, "go off your diet?"
She smiled.
"Oh, you have to splurge once and a while..."
She ate until her belly was quite swollen. Then we went to the bedroom and
had the best sex we'd had in over a year.
The next morning was Saturday.
"Uh-oh," she said, "my tummy's all flat again."
"I'll take care of that," I said. I took her out for breakfast. She had a
ham and cheese omelet, homefries with sour cream, coffee, orange juice and
a stack of pancakes.
"Still splurging?" I asked her after she ordered.
She grinned lasciviously.
"Why not?" she asked, "afraid I'll get fat?"
"You know me better than that."
"I sure do..."
From then on, things were wonderful between us. In less than two months she
was back up to what she'd weighed when I married her. Her tummy bulged
decadently, even when she hadn't eaten anything. Her hips were nice and
curvy, her bottom plump and full, and her breasts re-asserted themselves.
She'd quit aerobics, complaining that she jiggled too much.
Then she put on still more weight.
"I'm up to a hundred and eighty, " she told me one day, "that's the most I've
ever weighed! Do you think I'm too fat?"
"No, you look wonderful."
"Well then...do you think I'm fat enough?"
"Yeah, but a few more pounds would sure be nice."
She smiled, "In that case you better get down to the bakery before they run
out of eclairs. I'm hungry."
So I went into town. I _was_ too late...the bakery was sold out of nearly
everything.
"Business must be pretty good, " I commented to the girl at the counter.
"It's terrific!" she said, "This last month we've been sold out nearly every
day!"
"Must be nice, " I said. It was fun talking with her, she was such a plump,
cute little thing.
"Only trouble is, " she said, "Is now I have to buy my own pastries. I used to
get the leftovers free." With that, she took a bite of the Napoleon she had
hidden behind the counter.
"I'd think you'd get tired of them."
"That's what you'd think. I don't know, lately I've had this great appetite.
I must have gained twenty pounds in the past couple of months."
"I wouldn't worry. It looks good on you."
"Really? Funny, I kind of think so too."
_Odd_, I thought, walking out of the bakery, _it's almost as if..._
Just then I saw a chubby woman waddling out of the video store across the
street. I recognized her as being one of my neighbors, and recalled she'd
been quite slim only a few months before. It hit me: every woman in town
has been watching those videos I altered--and they were all getting fat!
I'd never bothered to take the
subliminal messages off of those videos! It was a small town, so there
weren't all that many videos in the rental pool--every woman with a VCR had
been getting subliminal messages! And quite possibly, the television inserts
back-propagated through the cable network as well.
I got really nervous at that point. I started checking videos out so I could
erase the insertions I had made, but that was really hard. I didn't know
which videos I'd altered, or where they'd been altered.
And everyone kept gaining weight. Though I'd targeted women, a lot of the
messages were gender-neutral, so the men gained some weight too. And of
course, even people who didn't watch videos probably ate more than usual,
since others had changed their lifestyles to include lots of fattening food.
Also, people's tastes had changed. I cringed one day when I heard a bunch of
teenagers taunt a slim teenage girl woman about her weight--"Stickgirl" they
called her.
"Stickgirl" was one of the pejorative terms I'd used in my messages.
My wife, of course, having received more subliminal messages than anyone
else, had continued to gain weight and was now up to two-hundred-and-twenty
pounds. Now she walked with a kind of waddling motion, leaning back to
counterbalance her serious potbelly and heavy breasts. Our sex life was
better than ever, or would have been if I hadn't been so worried about being
caught.
When sixty percent of a town's inhabitants start
gaining weight, it's pretty obvious that something's wrong. A group of
smart scientists from the
Center for Disease Control came and investigated and soon figured out the
mystery. Somebody noticed that only people with VCRs had gained weight,
found the videos I'd tampered with, and checked the video store's records.
My name popped up right away.
And that's why I'm in prison now. I do regret what I've done. But oddly,
the people of the town generally aren't angry with me. A lot of them like
the extra weight on themselves and their lovers (of course, it's because I
conditioned them to like it!) and the nice fattening diet I switched them
over to. Some of the thinner, anti-fat people have moved out in disgust, and
fat people from out of town have moved in. The place has been kind of a
Mecca (or a Castro Street?) for fat people and their admirers.
My wife (now at two-hundred and sixty pounds and counting) has told me she
expects I'll receive a hero's welcome when I get out of prison and return to
our town.
Hell, maybe I don't regret what I've done!
by TR