TALES FROM THE SPA

[Matt L.]

TALES FROM THE SPA BY MATT L.

STORY ONE: CORRECTING MELISSA

Dr. Lynn Holstein sat behind her desk and listened to the pretty, middle age woman as she spoke. "My daughter Melissa is way too popular for her own good. I’m happy she’s a cheerleader and everything, but I’m afraid she’s developed some bad behavior."

Dr. Holstein sipped her coffee, "Go on Mrs. Creighton."

Mrs. Creighton nodded, "Well she’s has gotten so vain, among other things. She’s never far away from a mirror, if you know what I mean. Her girlfriends are like the most self-centered people I’ve ever met."

Dr. Holstein looked over the form that Mrs. Creighton filled out; "She date’s quite a bit?"

Mrs. Creighton concurred, "Yes and the guys keep out to all hours of the night. I wish she’d date a nice quiet young man."

Dr. Holstein asked, "Is there someone you have in mind?"

Mrs. Creighton replied, "Sure, Sol Hurmuch. He’s my best friend’s son. Melissa and him used to go out all the time until she started hanging out with this pretentious clique."

"Well then Mrs. Creighton, have Melissa enrolled in our spa and we’ll correct her behavior," the doctor remarked as she stood. Walking Mrs. Creighton to the door, the Doctor gave Mrs. Creighton the details. "We have a two-week weight-gaining program and we’ll also modify her behavior."

Mrs. Creighton curiously asked, "You can do all that in two weeks?"

Dr. Holstein smiled, "Yes, and may I add our results are always a success. All you need to do is make a few revisions at home, like a new wardrobe so she’s not confused about her lifestyle." Dr. Holstein brought Mrs. Creighton to a receptionist, "Jenny, help Mrs. Creighton with the forms."

Jenny smiled, "Yes Doctor." Jenny sat down with Mrs. Creighton and proceeded with the paper work.

A week later the 18 year-old Melissa Creighton arrived thinking she was going to spend just a couple of days at a health spa. Her beautiful blond mane was set in a ponytail that drew attention to her attractive face. Her slim figure was dressed in short light blue T-shirt that exposed her flat tummy and navy blue sweat pants that hugged her narrow waist while showing off her small, round bubble butt. Melissa’s breasts were modest in size and her thighs slender. Tamara Jordan RN welcomed Melissa and escorted her to a private room.

Tamara was a plus size, 27-year-old African American woman who could be as friendly as she was stern. At 235 pounds, Tamara carried her weight very well. She had lovely large breasts, beautiful big belly and perfectly wide childbearing hips. "Take you’re clothes off Missy and step on the scale," Tamara politely asked.

Melissa corrected the RN, "That’s Melissa if it’s okay with you."

Tamara placed her hands over her thick waist, "Okay, Melissa. Do as your told, we’ve lots of work to do."

Melissa snickered as she removed her garments, "Lot’s of work? Hey, I’m in perfect shape." Melissa stood in her bra and panties and patted her flat belly; "There’s not a pound of fat on me." Melissa glanced over at Tamara’s heavyset body, then giggled, "Aren’t you a little…fat…I mean…Full figured to be working at a health spa?"

Tamara drew a breath, "Shut up Missy and get on the scale." Melissa was about to correct Tamara again, but Tamara cut her off, "Yeah I know, its Melissa, whatever!" Melissa stood on the scale and when it read, 127 pounds, she remarked, "See, I’m in perfect shape!"

Tamara smiled as she nodded, "Good for you girl, now bend over I need to give you a shot in your rear."

A puzzled look took to Melissa’s face, "A shot, for what reason?"

Tamara explained that it was a vitamin that needed to be injected into her body. Melissa began to get dressed, "No way are you going to give me a shot."

Tamara grinned, "I thought you would give me trouble." Tamara switched on a buzzer and two heavyset females entered. They held Melissa down as Tamara injected a special drug into her system. The drug would work on Melissa’s metabolism, by slowing it down to a crawl. Of course Tamara wasn’t going to tell her that. A second shot was given to Melissa to put her to sleep, which it quickly did. In the morning Melissa woke up in a large room with only a bed and a TV. She was still somewhat groggy and had a hard time opening her eyes. Tamara entered and smiled, "Good morning sleeping beauty, how about a little breakfast?"

Melissa grunted, "Still tired. Need sleep."

Tamara directed the head of the bed to an upright position and patted Melissa on the check, "You hungry, Missy?"

Melissa mumbled, "It’s…Melissa." Melissa closed her eyes, but before she new it, she was being fed scramble eggs. Melissa couldn’t fight back; she was unable to move, as Tamara continued to feed her. After Melissa was fed nine scrambled eggs and a strange baby food like mush, she fell back to sleep.

Around noon Melissa awoke to discover a box of chocolates lying besides her. Tamara encouraged Melissa to try a piece of the bite size chocolates as she slowly massaged Melissa’s slim body with a sweet spelling lotion. "Eat up Melissa, I know you like chocolates."

Melissa reached over and helped herself. "Yeah, actually chocolate is my only weakness. If I’m not careful, I’ll eat the whole box." Melissa then giggled. "I’m trying to watch my weight, so I’ll have just one."

Tamara gently rubbed Melissa’s backside then waist, "Go on girl, you eat up! That’s what they’re there for."

Melissa plopped a second piece of chocolate into her mouth, "Okay, but really I have to watch it. I kind of breakout from too much chocolate."

Tamara rolled Melissa onto her back and continued to rub the lotion over Melissa’s tummy and thighs. Melissa couldn’t stop eating and eventually consumed the whole box. "I’m such a piggy. You’re going to have to stop spoiling me or I’ll become a blimp," Melissa chuckled.

"Still hungry?" Tamara asked.

Melissa nodded. She couldn’t rightly explain it, but after eating the whole pound of chocolate, she was hungrier then ever. "Yeah Tamara, I could go for a snack." Ten minutes later, Tamara was feeding Melissa her lunch. "You know I’m quite able to feed myself," Melissa mumbled, her mouth full of mashed potatoes.

Tamara wiped her chin with a paper napkin, "Following doctors orders Missy now open wide." Melissa shrugged her shoulders then was feed a big spoonful of macaroni.

Melissa spoke as she ate, "Doctor? Why do I need to see a doctor?"

Tamara fed Melissa another spoonful of mashed potatoes, "So you can lose weight. We need to find you the proper diet Missy."

Melissa was confused, "Proper diet? I’m not overweight?"

Tamara then took a large bowl and began feeding Melissa the mush like baby food. "Well I’m just telling you what to expect. The Doctor will see you in the morning. You can ask her anything you want."

Melissa didn’t know what she was eating, but the taste was so delicious, she couldn’t get enough of it. After devouring a second bowl, Tamara wiped her chin then asked, "Would you want to work out in the gym or just lay around and watch some TV?"

Melissa, who was somewhat of a fitness nut, decided to watch TV. Tamara planted a large bowl of chocolate ice cream on her lap and left the room. Melissa questioned to herself, "Are they trying to make me fat?" She glanced over at the large bowl of ice cream and began to eat. "I’ve never been so hungry…or lazy," Melissa giggled as she began to gobble up the ice cream.

While watching TV, Melissa ate two large bowls of ice cream, another box of chocolate, cookies and countless glasses of milk. She couldn’t explain it, but she had a bottomless pit. The more she ate, the hungrier she became. At dinnertime Tamara once again fed Melissa and she didn’t at all protest. Tamara fed her macaroni and cheese, rolls with butter, tomato bread and lasagna. Melissa couldn’t make much sense out of it, but she had an unusual healthy appetite. After dinner Melissa’s eyes were glued all night to the TV, as she snacked on potatoes chips, cola and candy bars. Before bedtime, Tamara rubbed some more of the lotion all over Melissa’s body, as well as a face cream that tingled as it soaked into her skin.

First thing in the morning Tamara walked over to the shower. Melissa body’s felt like it weighed a ton, though with exception to a modest pouch, she was still slender. "I want you to use this special shampoo, understand?" Melissa questioned why? But Tamara hands on her spacious wide hips demanded, "Because I said so!" Melissa did as she was told.

Once Melissa finished with her shower, she was back in bed being fed the odd mush like baby food. Melissa watched a talk show on TV as she gobbled up the whole bowl in minutes. Tamara then asked Melissa, "Would you care to eat anything else?"

Melissa bit her lip, she was even more hungry after that huge bowl of baby food and but didn’t want to eat. "I better not. I have to watch my figure."

Tamara rubbed the back of Melissa’s head as she smiled, "Are you sure?"

Melissa drew a breath, "Okay. I have a taste for chocolate."

That early morning Melissa munched on chocolate cake as she drifted off to sleep while watching TV. Little did Melissa know that the baby food substance was causing her appetite to increase as well as to add pounds. The lotion was being use to turn her firm muscles into flab and the face cream was used to soften her facial features, as well as adding pimples to her clear skin. The shampoo made Melissa’s hair limp and changed the hair color from golden blond to dishwater blond. Subliminal messages were piped in through the TV to change her behavior. Conditioning her to become passive and lazy. That afternoon Melissa was given the opportunity to workout, but decide instead to watch TV.

"Hi Melissa, I’m Dr. Holstein"

Melissa looked up at the doctor, her mouth full of pie. "Helwo Dockor," she remarked.

"Can we have a little chat?"

Melissa washed down the pie with a large glass of milk, before replying, "Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk with you."

Dr. Holstien pulled up a chair and sat down, "Okay, Missy. I can call you Missy, can't I?" Melissa nodded as she gobbled up another slice of pie. Dr. Holstein wiped Melissa’s mouth with a napkin as she asked, "What’s on your mind?"

Melissa played with a strain of her hair, "Why am I so hungry?"

Dr. Holstein tilted her head; "You’re an overeater Missy."

Melissa disagreed, "No I’m not. I’m a cheerleader so I have to watch my weight."

Dr. Holstein smiled, "Then why are you here?"

Melissa was confused, "I don’t know?"

Dr. Holstein escorted Melissa to a full-length mirror. Melissa blinked at her reflection. Her hair was limp, dull and greasy looking. Her face was puffy, with a hint of acne decorating her cheeks and a slight double chin. Melissa was still modestly attractive, but closer to average looking then the cover girl beauty she was. Removing the hospital gown, Melissa’s eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth, "I’m fat!"

Actually, Melissa was now only ten pounds heavier, but to a young lady who had a trim figure, in her mind she was fat. Her breasts barely fit in her bra as a soft potbelly hung over her underwear stretching the fabric. A roll of fat circled her waist and her thighs were flabby. "Tell me Missy, are you are cheerleader?"

Melissa quickly put her hospital gown back on, "No...no way. The cheerleaders are mean to me." In Melissa’s mind, she became the type of gal who she used to tease or ignore.

Dr. Holstein brought Melissa back to her bed, but not before giving her a shot to relax her and Melissa’s mind wandered as Dr. Holstein fed Melissa the baby food. Lost in a daze, Melissa listen to Dr. Holstein, "Missy you’re a nice girl, but you’re a shy." Melissa nodded and smiled as she ate. "You have no sense of fashion and you’re addicted to chocolate." Melissa nodded. "You like guys who are like you. Passive and gentle." Melissa nodded.

Four days later Tamara patted Melissa’s on her soft, big tummy, "How about another big bowl of ice cream?"

The 160-pound Melissa grinned, "Yes please."

Tamara complied with the wish and brought back to her charge the ice cream. By the time Melissa left the spa she was a totally different young lady and never knew the difference.

ONE YEAR LATER: "Missy you’ve got company!" Mrs. Creighton yelled to her daughter who was chatting online in her room.

Melissa yelled back, "Coming mother!" She logged off on her computer, never even telling the young man she was chatting too that she lied about her size or that she wasn’t really a cheerleader. Melissa gobbled up the remaining portion of her candy bar then slowly lifted her 298-pound body out of the chair. Her chubby face was totally round with pudgy cheeks, a whopper of a double chin and wider nose. Though still on the cute side of average looking, she had a fair amount of acne and no knowledge in the use of makeup. Her dishwater blond hair limply hugged her shoulders and accented the fullness of her face. Melissa adjusted her black T-shirt and pink spandex slacks that barely contained her girth. Her upper arms were extremely large and her big breasts sagged upon her enormous belly, which jiggled as she pulled up her slacks. Rolls lined her spacious waist, the largest one poking out between her shirt and slacks. Melissa’s hips were gigantic in width and her colossal bubble butt jetted out over her elephant size thighs. Melissa’s butt bounced as she moved and her thighs wiggled.

Standing in the living room was Sol with a bouquet of flowers. Melissa blushed as their eyes met. "Hello Sol, you’re so sweet," Melissa remarked with a song in her voice. "You better be careful, I just might fall in love with you."

Sol handed Melissa the flowers and kissed her cheek, "I hope so gorgeous."

Melissa blushed; "At least somebody thinks I’m gorgeous. I keep getting fatter and fatter."

Sol softly gripped Melissa’s flabby upper arm, "I don’t think you ever looked more beautiful."

Melissa looked over to her mother for reassurance. Mrs. Creighton smiled, "Oh he’s a keeper. Now you two sit down and watch TV while I get dinner ready."

Once Mrs. Creighton was out of the living room, the couple sat down on the sofa inches away from each other. Slowly they reached out and as they held hands, a smile full of happiness blossomed upon their faces.

STORY TWO: AZURA’S DESIRE

Azura Rodriguez sat in Doctors Holstein’s office. Her lovely face had high cheekbones and soft brown eyes. Her long, wavy black hair dangled over her shoulders, resting upon her ample bust. Azura’s 135-pound hourglass shaped figure looked stunning in a dark red dress that flattered her trim waist and childbearing hips. Dr. Holstein entered with a cup of coffee and sat down behind her desk. "What can I do for you Ms. Rodriguez?" Dr. Holstein asked as she sipped her coffee.

Azura cleared her throat, "I understand your spa is set up to…shall we say, expand a woman’s figure."

Dr. Holstein slowly nodded as she looked over the forms Azura filled out. Dr. Holstein took another sip of coffee, then requested Azura to explain why she wanted to become heavier. Azura smiled as she went into the details, "I’m in love with a wonderful man who treats me like a princess. Our relationship is near perfect, with exception to one detail, everyone thinks he’s too heavy for me. My friends tease me about him all the time and say we’re unevenly matched. However, the worst part of this is his mother. She feels because I’m slim, if another guy should come along, who could offer me more, I’ll leave her son. This isn’t true, I love Lance with all my heart."

Dr. Holstein leaned back into her chair, "Have you spoken to your boyfriend about this?"

Azura nodded, "Many times. He told me that his mother wishes she could fatten me up so other guys wouldn’t find me so desirable. Trust me, I’ve tried to put on weight, the most I’ve gained was ten pounds and I lost most of it quicker then I put it on."

Dr. Holstein stood up and walked over to Azura, "Sounds like you have a high metabolic rate, so putting on the pounds will be hard for you. How would your boyfriend feel if you became heavy?"

Azura giggled, "Lance wouldn’t mind." Azura then explained, "We met a little more then two years ago and at first couldn’t stand each other. Lance has a sense of humor that you really have to know him to appreciate." Dr. Holstein smiled as she listened to Azura speak of her beau. She could tell Azura and her guy were deeply in love. " So over time we got to know each other better and things just fell together. I don’t mind that he’s overweight, I find him all around attractive." Azura tilted her head and softly remarked, "He once told me, though he thinks I’m beautiful as is, he has always found chubby gals more attractive then their thinner sisters." Azura giggled, "I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I put on a few hundred pounds."

Dr. Holstein made the arrangements and for the next two weeks Azura stayed at the spa. Azura disrobed and before putting on her hospital gown, checked out her slim body in the mirror. Patting her tummy, which had a little pouch, Azura remarked to Tamara, "I want a huge potbelly!"

Tamara giggled, "Oh you’ll have a big belly all right!" After Tamara gave Azura a shot in the arm, Azura put on her gown and was off to bed. Azura made her self-comfortable, resting with two huge pillows behind her head. "So I’m going to stay in bed for two whole weeks?"

Tamara pulled up a chair and began to feed Azura the strange baby food like substance. "Except for when you bathe and of course using the bathroom," Tamara chuckled.

Azura loved the sweetness of the food and asked as she ate, "This is so good, what is it?"

Tamara explained, "It’s a mixture of applesauce and a chemical compound that will increase your appetite while decreasing your metabolism. Once I feed you this, you’ll get real food."

Azura giggled, "I can’t wait." After Azura polished off the baby food like substance, she ate a huge meal. She had French bread with cheese, sausage and bacon, spaghetti and meatballs. Once Azura devoured all that, she was given plenty of pudding and ice cream to eat as she read from a romance novel. The next morning as Tamara was feeding her charge, Azura asked, "I’ll be able to keep the weight on? I mean, when I tried to fatten myself on my own, I lost most of the weight I put on without even dieting."

Tamara placed a large spoonful of the baby food into Azura’s mouth, "Of course not. The substance I’m feeding you will take care of that. Matter of fact, most of our patients continue to gain weight after they leave here."

Azura smiled, "I like that!"

Four days later Dr. Holstein paid Azura a visit and had Azura stand on the scale. "164-pounds, gee Doctor, that’s really not a lot."

Dr. Holstein assured Azura, "It usually not until the second week that the process really shows its results. Do you like what you see thus far?"

Azura inspected her face in the mirror and grinned. Her high cheekbones had faded away underneath chubby cheeks and she had cute dimples when she smiled. Her nose had developed a small ball of fat on the tip and she now had a modest double chin. Dr. Holstein remarked as Azura looked over her figure, "Your metabolism has been slowed down considerably and your appetite has been increased. I’m correct in assuming you’re always hungry?"

Azura nodded, "In a big way. The more I eat, the hungrier I get."

Dr. Holstein explained, "That's how our substance works. As you eat, your body tells your brain you need more food. Once you’re off the substance, the messages will stop, but you’ll be left with a hearty appetite."

Azura’s eyes never left the mirror as she conversed with the doctor. She was amazed on how the pounds affected her shape. Azura thought she looked all the more softer, rounder, feminine. Her upper arms were bigger and her bosom barely fit in her bra. Azura playfully shook her plump potbelly then pinched a roll of flab that circled her thick waist. Azura turned sideways and patted her full-size derriere, then ran her hands over the saddlebags that clung to her husky thighs. Azura turned to Dr. Holstein; "I’m pleased so far. How much heavier do you think I’ll get?"

Dr. Holstein rubbed her chin. "Well…you’re 164 now…and at 5’6…and if we feed you one bowl of the substance every day…I surmise you’ll gain over another hundred pounds."

Azura was delighted, "Fantastic!" Azura put her hospital gown back on and was escorted back to bed, where she read while eating cookies, cupcakes and ice cream. It was almost the end of Azura’s stay at the spa when Tamara entered her room with a food cart. On the cart was a tray with five glasses of milk, a chocolate cake, pudding and donuts. Azura was just finishing a sandwich and smiled at Tamara, "I see you know what I like!"

Tamara cheerfully nodded; "We like to keep our patients fat and happy!"

Azura was excited to show off her newly expanded 286-pound body. She pulled off her blankets and squeezed her beautiful big belly. "Look at this Tamara! I’ve a belly to show off!"

Tamara grinned, "Yes you do Azura." Tamara bounced her hand over her own chubby tummy, "You’ve a belly to rival my own."

The women shared a quick laugh before Azura dove into the sweets. Azura’s mouth was filled with ice cream as she remarked, "I have never felt so sexy. I can’t wait for Lance to see me!"

A week later Azura made arrangements for Lance to meet her at their favorite dance club. Lance was at the bar when Azura walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "Azura?" Lance asked with a smile upon his face.

Azura nodded as she placed her hand upon her sensual wide hip. "Yes, it’s me!" Azura chuckled.

Lance hopped off the bar stool, "You look more beautiful then ever!"

Azura did look beautiful. Her black hair was set in a style that complimented the roundness of her face, which looked all the more appealing with chubby cheeks and a distinct double chin. The black dress she wore looked delicious on her big, beautiful, womanly figure. Her upper arms were big and only slightly flabby and her well-endowed bust was firm. The dress enhanced the size of her exquisite big belly and thick waist. Her hips were generous in width and her enormous bubble butt bounced on top of her gorgeous huge thighs. Lance kissed his love as she squeezed his waist. "Think your mother will approve of me now?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "I think so?"

Azura laughed, "Like I really care."

A year later at a dinner party Lance’s mother was asked about her new daughter-n-law. She pointed to a glamorous 325-pound young lady in a cherry red dress standing next to her son. "She’s very pretty, they make the perfect couple," the woman remarked.

Lance’s mother smiled, "Yes, I agree. She is very pretty and they do make the perfect couple."

STORY THREE: IT’S IN THE GENES

Pamela Silverburg glanced over her reflection in the mirror before starting work. Pamela was a fitness instructor at the Future Babes Female Workout Fitness and Health Club. She was known for her tough attitude and if the women she was instructing didn’t seriously try to lose weight, she would have them dropped from the club. At 5’5, 125 pounds, Pamela was in excellent shape. Her pretty face was slightly oval and she had a long, wavy mane of dark brown hair. Her slim figure was a little wide on the bottom, but perfectly tone. After all, Pamela went to great lengths to stay slender. Not only was Pamela on a constant diet and worked out, she took diet pills to boast her metabolism. Pamela was afraid of becoming like the other females in her family, fat. Case in point, her sister Lana who was 219-pounds. Lana was a cute gal with shoulder length brown hair and a good attitude about her size. She dressed well, made a comfortable living and had a steady beau. Lana didn’t bother working out or dieting; she accepted her plus size beauty as is. "After all," Lana once surmised, "why fight it? It’s in our genes."

Pamela teased Lana quite often, trying to motivate her into losing weight. Pamela felt heavy chicks were unattractive and this included her sister. Lana would only ignore the catty remarks. Lana felt she looked just as attractive as her sister despite being heavier did. Pamela would also criticize the gals she instructed if they weren’t losing weight fast enough. Pamela didn’t just do it to motivate them; she enjoyed ridiculing chubby chicks. She thought heavy gals were inferior and since she was slim, thought herself superior. Pamela was very popular with the guys and would even heartlessly flirt with guys she had no use for. Mainly guys who weren’t wealthy or cool looking. "Why waste my time on social misfits when I deserve the best there is." Though Pamela wouldn’t admit it, she liked the attention, so she flaunted her looks. After Pamela taught her class she arrived back to the apartment she shared with her sister. Popping a diet pill into her mouth, Pamela washed it down with some bottle water as her sister remarked, "Pam, do you really need to take those pills?"

Pamela grinned and walked over to her sister. "You don’t expect me to look like you do ya?"

Lana explained with a concerned tone, "You watch what you eat and work out almost everyday, you don’t need the pills."

Pamela tugged on her sister’s sweatpants, "That’s why I don’t have a tubby figure like yours."

A bouquet of flowers caught Pamela’s eye, "I got flowers?"

Lana nodded, "Yeah, they were delivered today. I didn’t read the card."

Pamela began to open the card, "I wonder if Ken Malay sent them? He’s the…"

Pamela read the card and tossed it into the trash. Lana curiously asked, "Who are they from?"

Pamela replied as she smelled the flowers, "That guy who works at the grocery store."

Lana’s eyes grew wide, "Max Taliorbaum?"

Pamela drew a breath and walked towards the bathroom, "Yeah, no one special."

Lana followed her sister, "No one special? Max is a great guy."

Pamela removed her T-shirt; "He’s not my type. If you think he’s so great, you date him."

Lana leaned in on the doorway, "You know I’m seeing Kurt. What’s wrong with Max? He’s not rich enough?"

Pamela removed her slacks and turned on the bath water, "Yeah. I want a guy who deserves me."

Her sister remarked, "There’s more to a guy then his income. I know for a fact Max is a nice guy who’ll appreciate you."

Pamela turned to her sister, "Come on, Max out weighs me by a hundred pounds."

A smile took to Lana’s cute face. "Oh I think Max is very cute!"

Pamela began to close the bathroom door on her sister, "He’s not my type. Now leave me alone, I want to take a bath."

Lana giggled, "Your values are so misguided."

A week later Lana arranged for Pamela to join her at an exclusive spa up in Wisconsin. At first Pamela didn’t want to go. What if some rich guy she knew called for a date? However, Lana kept harping on her sister so much, she finally changed her mind.

In a private room Lana spoke with Dr. Holstein about her sister. "Pamela is so vain and pretentious. I’m afraid she’ll end up with the wrong guy for the wrong reasons."

Dr. Holstein sipped her coffee, "Well we learn from our mistakes."

Lana slowly nodded, "Yeah, but I hate for my sister to be caught up in a relationship based solely on materialistic reasons."

Dr. Holstein looked over Pamela’s chart. "Says here your sister used to be chubby."

Lana acknowledged the fact, "Yeah. All the females in my family are heavy. Pamela was up to 175-pounds until the last year of high school."

Dr. Holstein spoke as she glanced over the chart; "Your sister is very weight conscious?"

Lana shook her head, "Oh big time. I’m so concerned because she’s on diet pills. Aren’t diet pills kind of bad?"

Dr. Holstein placed the chart on her desk, "Yes they are. However, once your sister leaves here, she won’t even remember using diet pills."

Lana smiled, "Then you’ll accept Pamela?"

Dr. Holstein chuckled, "Oh yes, and after she spends her time here, she’ll be a totally different young lady."

Pamela sat in an over size hospital gown as Tamara asked her to step on the scale. "I need my purse," Pamela remarked as she stood on the scale.

Tamara ignored the request; "I see your 129 pounds."

Pamela flung her mane over her shoulder as she disagreed, "Ah, like your scale is wrong. I’m 125-pounds."

Tamara rubbed Pamela’s lean upper arm with an alcohol pad, "Our scale is quite correct."

Pamela closed her eyes as she was injected with the shot, "Ouch! Why did I need that, like I don’t have rabies?"

Tamara helped Pamela into a wheelchair, "The shot has many benefits one of which is that it’ll relax you."

Pamela looked up to Tamara, "Relax me? Why? I thought this was a health spa? Don’t I get to work out?"

Tamara began to push Pamela down a brightly lit, lime green corridor. "Actually no. I’m taking you for a massage now."

Pamela slowly felt light headed, but again asked, "I need my purse. I don’t go anywhere without my diet pills."

Tamara laughed, "Why do you use diet pills?"

Pamela yawned, "So I won’t get fat. By the way, aren’t you a tad chubby to be working at a health spa?"

Tamara laughed all the harder, "I think I look gorgeous!"

Pamela giggled, "Oh sure you do."

Tamara reached a long table and upon removing the hospital gown, helped the dazed Pamela onto it. "About my…pills…"

Tamara watched as Pamela slowly dosed off. Once Pamela was out cold, she proceeded to lubricate her body with a strange smelling ointment. Another R.N. entered, Aura Coltraire. Aura was a fetching 21-year old, 300-pound gal who gave Tamara a hand in her duties. "She’s a slim vixen all right," Aura replied with a smirk upon her gentle face.

Tamara giggled, "Yeah, she’s kind of vain and arrogant according to her chart."

Aura chuckled, "That ointment will surely do the trick and soften her body. What about the hair?"

Tamara stopped spreading the ointment over Pamela’s body and stood with her hands over her spacious hips, "How about a Dutch boy style haircut?"

Aura smiled, "I can tell she takes a lot of pride in her locks. A nerdy hairstyle like that will help relax her attitude." Once the nurse’s finished with the ointment they gave Pamela a haircut. Putting the sleeping Pamela on a cart they took her to a large room and after giving Pamela another injection, they put her to bed.

Morning arrived and Pamela wasn’t quite right in her senses. Her mind felt fuzzy and her body numb. "Where…I…who…" Pamela tried to speak as Tamara wrapped a bib around her neck.

"Breakfast Pam." Tamara announced with a song on her lips.

Pamela mumbled, "Jesttt…orange juiiice anddd some dryyy toast for…me pleze."

Tamara began feeding Pamela a large bowl of some sweet smelling mush. "But aren’t you hungry?"

Pamela spoke as she slurped the mush off the spoon, "Yeah, vvveryy."

Tamara smiled, "Well just relax while I fed you, okay?"

Pamela shook her head no, but continued to eat anyway. After Pamela had finished the whole bowl, Tamara began to feed her a mixture of eggs, milk and banana’s that went through a blender. "In a couple of days we’ll start feeding you solid foods sweetie. But for now, this is it." After Pamela was fed the mixture, Tamara gave her another shot and Pamela slept until lunch.

During the first week at the spa, Pamela was fed from the same menu and when she wasn’t being fed, she slept. Subliminal messages were played over the soft music in the room that altered her memories and behavior. By the second week Pamela was up and alert, though confused. Her body was soft and extremely plump, "Have I’ve always been so chunky?" Pamela thought to herself as she massaged her potbelly. She shrugged her shoulders and changed the TV station and wasn’t the least bit concerned about her flabby body. Tamara entered the room and smiled at her charge, "All finished with lunch?"

Pamela nodded as she placed the empty bowl on the snack tray on her over the bedside table. Tamara took the snack tray and asked, "Anything else Pam?"

Pamela grinned as she replied, "Yeah, think I can have some pudding or cake? I’m still hungry."

Tamara glanced over Pamela’s face, which was now completely round, "Of course Pam, I’ll bring you both."

Pamela giggled, "Thank you Tamara." As Pamela ate she turned to Tamara and asked, "I’m very confused, what am I doing here?"

Tamara sat down on the bed and removed the spoon from Pamela’s hand and began feeding her the pudding. "Your sister was concerned about you. She had you committed to our spa because you were overly zealous about your weight."

As Pamela ate the pudding, she tried to make sense out of what Tamara had just told her. However, her memory was a bit fuzzy. "Lana is so confident and beautiful, I wish I could be like her."

Tamara wiped some pudding from Pamela’s chin. "Well you needn’t have to worry. You’ll never diet ever again."

Pamela giggled, "Good, I hate dieting." Once Pamela consumed the monster size bowl of pudding, she went to work on the chocolate cake.

The next day Aura brought in the scale and asked Pamela to stand on it. Pamela slowly moved out of bed at a snail’s pace and did as she was told. The needle of the scale stopped at 185 pounds. "I don’t remember ever being this heavy?" Pamela loudly chuckled.

Aura smiled, "Oh really. How do you feel about yourself?"

Pamela sat on her bed and rubbed her plump potbelly, "I’m not sure? My whole family is thick, I guess I’m supposed to be this way." Climbing back into bed, Pamela replied, "But something is telling me, this isn’t right?"

Aura pulled the covers over Pamela’s chunky body, "Are you enjoying your stay here?"

Pamela smiled, "Sure am. I get to eat as much as I want and just watch TV."

Aura gave Pamela another shot and left the room for a few minutes. Aura returned with a bowl of the weight gaining mush and explained to Pamela as she fed her, "Ignore the thoughts you have about something not being right. You whole family is heavy, you are too. You’re supposed to be chubby. You enjoy eating and that’s the bottom line, right?"

The shot took Pamela into a mind-altering daze and she grinned with her mouth full of the mush, "Yes Aura, I’m supposed to be chubby. I enjoy eating."

Towards the end of the week, Dr. Holstein visited Pamela. Pamela was chowing down on candy bars when the doctor entered her room, "Getting enough to eat, Pam?"

Pamela nodded her head, "Yeah, I’m very well fed."

Dr. Holstein asked Tamara to please bring in the scale, then politely requested Pamela to stand on it. Pamela shoved the remainder of the candy bar into her mouth then slowly climbed out of bed. She tried to adjust her hospital gown, which was now at least a size to small for her tubby body and proceed to the scale. Holding her huge belly in her hands, Pamela read the scale, "256-pounds, have I always been this fat?"

Dr. Holstein handed Pamela an extra large gown, "You tell me."

Pamela dropped the smaller gown to the floor as she inspected her chunky thighs. "I’m not sure? Didn’t I work as a fitness instructor at a health club?"

Upon putting on the larger gown, Pamela sat on the edge of her bed and munched on another candy bar as she massaged the rolls that circled her thick waist. Dr. Holstein pulled up a chair and sat down facing Pamela, "You were a member of a health club, correct?"

Pamela’s mind was unsure of the details and slowly she became the type of women she used to torment. "I hated the health club. The instructors used to tease me and give me dirty looks."

Dr. Holstein asked, "You’re comfortable at your size now? You haven’t the need for working out or dieting, correct?"

Pamela smiled; "It’s in my genes. I’m supposed to be a chubby gal. Why fight it?"

Dr. Holstein stood up and brushed her hand along side of Pamela’s chubby cheek, "Then you’re ready to leave tomorrow."

Pamela climbed into bed as Dr. Holstein asked, "How about some lunch?"

Pamela giggled, "Sure, you’re the doctor!"

ONE YEAR LATER: Pamela strolled down the aisles of her favorite grocery store, selecting various items to eat while watching TV that evening. Frozen pizza and ice cream, pudding and pie, potato chips, soda pop and chocolate cake. Her 325-pound body had her own signature waddle as she moved through the store. Pamela was obviously no longer a fitness instructor, but had two part time jobs as a cleaning lady at the mall at a fast food restaurant. Pamela’s dark brown hair was almost shoulder length and enhanced the fullness of her extremely round face. Her chubby cheeks and distinct double chin made her facial features especially cute. Dressed in a yellow sweatshirt and red spandex slacks, Pamela now had a completely pear shaped figure. Her upper arms were big and only slightly flabby and her overly buxom breasts still had some firmness to them. Pamela’s big potbelly was enormous and her chunky waist was lined with flabby rolls. The thickest roll snuck out over her slacks, resting on top of her very broad hips. Her gigantic butt pushed outwards and upwards, bouncing on top of her colossal thunder thighs.

Pamela stopped in front of the macaroni and cheese and tried to pull her shirt over the flabby roll that hung out. Giving up, she settled for a box of the macaroni and cheese. Upon placing the item in her shopping cart, Pamela was surprised to find Max standing in front of her with a single red rose. Pamela blushed, "Max; you are the sweetest man I have ever known."

Max handed Pamela the rose and kissed her on the cheek. Max didn’t mind it that Pamela was a hundred pounds heavier then he was, matter of fact, he found her to be all the more attractive. "I’ll have to say this rose is almost as beautiful as you Pam."

Pamela giggled are as she rolled her eyes. "You don’t have to compliment me. I know you like me and find me attractive." Pamela rested her arms around Max’s shoulders. "I feel the same way for you."

After a brief kiss, Max gently rubbed Pamela’s husky upper arm, "I have to get back to work we have a spill in aisle five. What time should I come over tonight?"

The smile upon Pamela’s face exposed the love within her heart, "As soon as you get off work."

Max playfully tugged Pamela’s love handle, "Sure I will."

[Matt L.]

STORY FOUR: TAMING OF THE SHREW

"Why would such a career minded woman ever want to get married is beyond me?" Mrs. Huron told her friend as she spoke about her daughter-n-law. "Doesn’t she know my son expects to have children someday?"

Candace Norust met Neil Huron at a business seminar for young executive’s two years earlier and married soon after. Neil found the gorgeous Ms. Norust exciting, provocative and attractive. Candace had a long wavy chocolate brown mane that perfectly framed her sweet face. She had high cheekbones and soft brown eyes that would twinkle whenever she smiled. Candace at 130-pounds had a slim figure with ample breasts, narrow waist and curvy hips. She could be assertive and demanding, but yet tender and loving. An intelligent young lady, she buzzed through business school without much studying and found herself employed as the director of finance for a large marketing firm.

Though Neil did well in the business world himself, it was Candace who was the actual breadwinner. What Neil brought home in a year, Candace made in six months. Though happily in love, their relationship had one major problem. Neil had always hoped for a big family and Candace was so career minded she wasn’t interested in motherhood any time soon. Sure, Candace did promise Neil that one day she would love to have children, but right now her goals came first. Neil’s heart would sink as he saw the large families of his friends and co-workers. It wasn’t only business that kept Candace from having children, she was afraid of losing her figure. Candace was known to say, "I wow them with my looks, then make business deals using my mind." Candace also though chubby gals looked frumpy and to stay a head of her rivals, kept to a strict diet and regularly worked out.

Mrs. Huron’s friend sipped her coffee and asked, "When was the last time you saw my daughter?"

Mrs. Huron shrugged her shoulders, "I don’t know, a year ago?"

Her friend got up and returned a minute later with a recent photograph of daughter. Handing it to Mrs. Huron, she remarked, "This is a recent photograph of Melissa, what do you think?"

Mrs. Huron's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped, "Wow! She really put on the weight. Wasn’t she a cheerleader?"

Her friend nodded, "Yeah, and a little too popular and conceited. She’s an average gal now and dating a very nice young man." Mrs. Huron curiously asked what happen and her friend explained about the spa she sent her daughter to in Wisconsin. "Think it might work with Candace?"

Her friend smiled, "It ought too, Melissa’s no longer vain or pretentious."

The next day Mrs. Huron arranged for a two-week stay at the spa for her daughter-n-law, on the pretense it was a birthday gift to help her cope with any stress she might have from having such a high profile job. Candace agreed to the vacation as long as she could bring her laptop and cell phone. "Of course you can," Mrs. Huron told Candace.

Candace sat in a hospital gown reading a copy of Forbes magazine when Aura entered. Candace glanced over the well-fed nurse with a sarcastic grin. Aura new she disapproved of her large size, but it didn’t matter to her; Candace was going to become a member of the club. "Mind getting on the scale Candi?"

Candace stood up and walked to the scale; " It’s Mrs. Huron if you don’t mind."

Aura smiled, "I don’t mind."

Upon the scale Candace read the numbers out loud, "130-pounds, that’s about right."

Aura wrote the number on the chart as Candace took a seat. "I guess losing a couple of pounds wouldn’t hurt," Candace smiled.

Aura nodded as she snickered, "Oh you’ll see the change in your weight all right."

Tamara entered the room and smiled at Candace, "Hello, you must be our new patient? I’m Tamara, I’ll be in charge of your development."

Candace blinked her eyes, "Are all of your nurse’s heavy? Isn’t this a health spa?"

Aura rolled up Candace’s sleeve as Tamara explained, "For the next two weeks all you’re going to do is relax and eat."

Candace didn’t notice Aura giving her a shot and once she was injected, jumped out of her chair, "Ouch! What was that for?"

Aura’s grinned, "To help you relax Candi."

Rubbing her arm, Candace turned to Aura, "What did I tell you! It’s Mrs. Huron!"

Then she turned to Tamara, "Relax and eat? What kind of spa is this?"

Aura rolled a wheelchair over to Candace, "A weight-gaining spa."

Candace took a step back; "I’m leaving here this instant!" Turning around, Candace flung her hands over her curvaceous hips, "Get my things and I’m out of here!"

Tamara slowly moved into Candace's face and softly told her, "Too late, your stay is already paid for."

From behind, Aura chuckled, "Your mother-n-law thought you needed a little change."

Tamara’s face lit up with a wide smile, "You mean big change."

Aura nodded, "I think you’re right Tamara, Candi will be a member of our club."

Candace turned and faced Aura, "I told you to call me Mrs. Huron, you fat…" The medication began to take effect and Candace began to feel numb and dizzy. "I want ta…leaveeee…here…"

Candace brought her hand to her face as Tamara eased her into the wheelchair, "We’ll take you to your room now, okay Candi?"

"Nooooo wantd ta lecdf hew," Candace mumbled. The pair of nurses brought Candace to her room and quickly got her into bed.

Candace fought to stay awake, but to no prevail. She was out like a light in just a few seconds. Morning arrived and Candace’s body felt like it weighed a ton. She was still light headed, confused and extremely hungry. An I.V. was in her arm and she was sitting in an upright position. Tamara entered the room. "Good morning Candi. How did we sleep?"

Candace mumbled a few incoherent words and Tamara pulled up a chair besides her. "Are you hungry?"

Candace nodded she was. Aura entered the room with a large bowl of the special weight gaining mush and handed it to Tamara. Tamara began to feed Candace who actually seemed to enjoy the sweet flavor of the mush. Once fed, Tamara gave Candace a shot and put a tape in the VCR, "Watch this video Candi and I’ll be back shortly with a nice, big breakfast, okay sweetie?"

Candace smiled and nodded. The tape was an instructional video on doing housework. Candace’s mind absorbed every detail from cooking and cleaning to removing a coffee stain from out of a garment. An hour later Aura returned and replayed the video as she feed Candace. Candace’s eyes were glued to the big screen TV as she ate. Aura feed her a small bowl of the mush followed by a bowl of bacon, sausage and sour cream that was put in a blender. Then she feed Candace pancakes covered with jelly, scrambled eggs and pudding. Candace ate while in a trance and after being fed, fell back to sleep. Tamara entered the room, "How’s her I.V. going?"

Aura checked it; "She still has a liter of the weight gaining solution left."

Tamara wrote it down in Candace’s chart. "Keep changing it every hour, this will help turn her muscles into flab and cause her girth to expand all the faster."

Aura smiled, "Sure, how about the video?"

Tamara replied, "Get her up at about noon and play it for her during lunch. In her hypnotic state, she’ll learn everything there is to know about being a domestic housewife and mother."

This continued for the rest of the week. All Candace did was eat, sleep and watch the video. "Good morning Candi, want to get up and stand on the scale for me?" Tamara asked.

Candace was finally out of her trance and smiled, "Uh-uh, sure Tamara." Though no longer under the hypnosis, Candace was still confused, "I’m so tired and my mind feels numb? How long have I been here?" Candace stood up as her breasts and belly slightly dropped. "Oh my, I’ve gotten chubby, I feel like I’m 200-pounds."

Tamara was ready with the answers and explained as Candace took to the scale, "Candi, you’ve always been chubby, don't you remember?"

Candi shrugged her shoulders, "No, not really."

Tamara then told her charge, "You mother-n-law sent you here because she felt you needed some rest."

Candace blinked; "She was concerned about me. That sweet dear."

Tamara shook her head, "Yes, she thought you were working too hard and needed some time for yourself." The needle on the scale stopped at 188-pounds. "Does your weight seem right?" Tamara asked.

Candace bit her lip and patted her bulging tummy, "I think so? Really, I don’t actually remember."

"Maybe some breakfast will jog your memory?" Tamara suggested.

Candace placed her hands upon her expanded hips, "Yeah, I’m hungry. Thanks!" Candace continued to eat until her hearts content and lay around watching TV for almost the remainder of the week.

Dr. Holstein stopped off to see Tamara before seeing her patient. "How is Candace Huron doing?" Dr. Holstein asked.

Tamara informed the doctor, "She’s just over 200-pounds now and her appetite has increased."

Dr. Holstein looked over Candace’s chart; "She comfortable with being called Candi now?"

Tamara nodded, "Yes and she’s become very passive."

Dr. Holstein then entered Candi’s room. Candi was eating a large bowl of ice cream and smiled at the doctor, "You must be Dr. Holstein?"

Dr. Holstein shook her head, "Yes, I’m Dr. Holstein. I want to talk with you Candi, okay?"

Candi nodded as she gulped down the ice cream. "First however, I need to give you a shot, okay?"

Candi pulled up the sleeve of her hospital gown, exposing her flabby upper arm. A few minutes later, Candi was back in a trance and Dr. Holstein softly explained, "You’re Candace Huron, but prefer to be called Candi, am I correct?" Candi nodded. "You have no problem with your size and since you’re a good cook, you love to eat. Gaining weight is okay with you, am I correct?" Candi again nodded. "You have never been to college and married right out of high school. You are a simple housewife and enjoy your life as it is, am I correct?" Candi nodded. "You want to have a big family Candi, am I correct?" Candi added a smile with her nod. Dr. Holstein left the room and approached Tamara, "Feed her and then get her ready to leave in the morning."

FIVE YEARS LATER: Candi was feeding her fourth child as her mother-n-law stopped by for a visit. Candi’s short brown hair was set in a loose ponytail that accented the roundness of her face. Still a cute young lady, the added pounds brought to Candi’s facial features chubby cheeks and prominent double chin. Her thick 300-pound body was clad in only a stained black T-shirt and waist high underwear. Her upper arms were big and flabby, her breasts overly large and her enormous belly poured downwards, barely covered by the T-shirt and hanging over her underwear. Candy had a spacious waist, which supported huge rolls and was very broad in the hips. Her rear was generous in size, pushing out over her pudgy, stocky thighs. Candi scratched her ponderous belly and smiled, "I’ll put Mabel to bed, then get you some coffee, okay?"

Mrs. Huron nodded, "Oh sweetie, I’ll put Mabel to bed, just relax."

Candi handed her daughter over to her mother-n-law, "Okay, but first I have to put in another load of laundry. Help yourself to some cookies, I just baked them this morning." Candi waddled her way to the laundry room and Mrs. Huron smiled.

STORY FIVE: BROUGHT DOWN TO EARTH

Victoria Krenshaw glanced over her slim figure in the mirror and smiled. Her long brown mane, blended with blond highlights glided down the center of her back, showcasing her beauteous facial features. Victoria’s body was tightly wrapped in a trendy black and pink gown that drew attention to her slender feminine form. Victoria pulled her hair away from the side of her face as she placed on earrings. Taking a step backwards from the mirror, Victoria giggled as she shook her hips. "I’m ready to break some hearts tonight!" Victoria Krenshaw was a knockout and very popular among the social elite.

Victoria entered her living room and joined her friend, Teala Sems. Teala was a cute gal with shoulder length black hair and chubby 175-body. Victoria glanced over at her friend dressed in a black top and matching slacks that enhanced the size of her big belly and large, round butt, "You’re wearing that?"

Teala stood up and adjusted her shirt to cover a roll of fat that snuck out over her slacks, "Yeah, why?"

Victoria snickered, "Because your outfit makes you look so dumpy."

Teala rolled her eyes, "Are we going out or are you just going to spend the entire evening criticizing me?"

Victoria headed for the door, "Okay chubbs, but don’t blame me if the guys don’t ask you to dance."

The friends then left Victoria’s apartment and made tracks to a popular downtown nightclub. The 411 on the friends is as follows: four years earlier Victoria, known as Vicky back then, and Teala moved from their small hometown of Nightingale, Wisconsin to Chicago. Where as Teala found work at a fast food restaurant, Vicky found employment as an office assistant at a marketing firm. Teala kept her modest country values and virtues, but Victoria slowly developed the airs of a highly superficial young woman. Vicky slimmed down to her present weight of 129-pounds, dyed her flaming red hair to dark brown and joined a tanning salon and changed her milky white skin to a perfect bronze color.

Victoria later became office manager at the firm and some how abandoned her roots. Victoria’s pompous, pretentious nature would often ride Teal's nerves and for a short time, didn’t even speak to her friend. However, Teala sought to make amends and invited her friend to a night on the town and in the morning, they would head to an exclusive spa located in upper Wisconsin. Victoria walked over to the bar and sipped her drink. Out of breath from dancing with a handsome, flashy guy, Victoria turned to Teala, "That guy I was dancing with is a director of sales for an import, export company. He brings home 120 grand a year! He’s a keeper all right!"

A false smile bloomed upon Teala’s face, "Good for you."

Victoria slid her hand over her slender waist down to her slightly wide hips; "He’s buying what I’m selling! I’m the best looking babe in the place!" Victoria sipped her drink, "You have any luck?"

Teala shrugged her shoulders, "I don’t know? I was talking with some guy who left to dance with some top heavy, stick chick."

Victoria tilted her head, "I’m not surprised, rich guys don’t go for fat chicks."

Teala’s mouth dropped, "That’s not true. I know a couple of guys who are interested in me."

Victoria giggled, "Yeah, but they’re not important guys like the guys in this club." Victoria pinched a thick roll of fat that circled Teala’s waist, "Let’s face facts chubbs; you’ll never meet a guy with money unless you lose weight."

Teala replied with her hand over her spacious hip, "A man can make money, but money can’t make a man. You know, I liked you so much more when you were just Vicky and didn’t have your goofy high standards."

Victoria smiled; "I don’t know what you’re talking about?"

As Victoria left to join the guy on the dance floor, Teala grinned, "It’s going to be fantastic to bring you back down to earth."

The next morning at the spa the two friends were about to break company. "I’m happy you took advantage of my invitation and joined me here, Victoria," Teala remarked just as she was about to leave the room.

Victoria folded her arms over her impressive breasts and smiled, "Yeah I could use the vacation. When we’re back in the Windy City, I’ll be better then ever!"

Teala snickered, "I think so, bon appetite!"

Teala left the room and followed Aura to another compartment, while a confused look took shape upon Victoria’s gorgeous face, "Bon appetite? What the hell does that mean?" Victoria stood up and checked out her reflection in the mirror. Playing with a strand of her hair, Victoria surmised, "Well my body is perfect, but I guess I could use the rest and just take it easy."

Tamara entered the room and after introducing herself, asked Victoria to step on the scale. "131-pounds? Hey Miss, your scale is totally off."

Tamara giggled, "I don’t think so."

Victoria shrugged her shoulders as she patted her tummy, "Okay; so I’ll drop a few pounds while I’m here."

Tamara looked over Victoria’s chart, "Says here you were once heavier."

Victoria nodded, "Oh yeah, I was a plump gal at one time."

Tamara raised her eyebrows, "Plump or were you fat?"

Victoria stepped off the scale, "Hey I was no where as fat as you. If you must know, I was 165-pounds at my max!"

Tamara smiled, "I think 190 is a more accurate number." Victoria didn’t bother to reply since Tamara was on the money. "I have to give you an injection now, so roll up your sleeve and we’ll take care of your figure."

Victoria rolled up her sleeve, but curiously asked, "Why the shot?"

Tamara complied with the request and remarked, "So you’ll be more relaxed. This serum will put you at ease." Within minutes a dazed Victoria was in a wheelchair and on her way to her room. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open and was asleep as she was wheeled into her quarters.

First thing in the morning a lightheaded Victoria was feed the weight gaining meal of the sweet tasting mush. Victoria didn’t even question why? She consumed the whole bowl without saying a word. "Still hungry?" Tamara asked in a gentle tone of voice.

Victoria nodded as she was asked, "Whereee is Tealaaa...?"

Tamara patted Victoria’s diamond shaped face on her check, "She stayed the night and after breakfast and a massage went back to Chicago."

Victoria questioned, "Uh? Why?"

Tamara rested her hands on her thick waist, "Well she only paid for a one day visit for herself, but you get to stay a whole two weeks on her account."

Victoria tried to climb out of bed, but her body was weak and felt as if she weighed 500-pounds. "I...I…want’d tooo gooo back...to Chicago," Victoria whined.

Tamara chimed, "I don’t think so. Just relax and I’ll have your breakfast in a minute."

Tamara left the room and Victoria laid in bed, trying to gather her thoughts, "Why am so hungry? I feel so fatigued." When Tamara returned she began feeding Victoria, who now protested, "Stop it, will ya!" I can feed myself!"

Tamara called Aura into the room and as Aura held out Victoria’s arm, she was given another shot. Within minutes Victoria was quiet and the feeding resumed. First a bowl of eggs with sausage, then bacon and pancakes over loaded with butter. "Still hungry Vicky?" Tamara asked. Vicky smiled and slowly nodded her head. Victoria’s mind was clouded and her instincts told her she needed to be fed. The feeding continued up to an hour as Vicky ate another bowl of eggs, French toast and hot cereal. "How about some cake?" Tamara asked. Vicky giggled as she wiped her mouth with her hand. Tamara brought in a chocolate cake, which Vicky ate with her fingers. Upon finishing the cake, Vicky was a mess with chocolate all her over her face, neck, fingers, breasts, pillow and bed sheet. Tamara helped Vicky into a wheelchair, "Time for you to take a shower, Vicky."

Vicky rolled her eyes, "Want to sleep."

Tamara gently tugged Vicky’s long hair, "After we get you washed up and your hair done, you’ll be able to sleep after lunch."

Before Vicky was placed in the shower, Tamara and Aura covered her whole body with a sticky body lotion that removed her tan and rendered her smooth skin back to its milky white completion. Once Victoria’s shower was completed, Tamara washed her hair with an organic hair gel that removed the dye and returned her mane to its original red color. After receiving a haircut that reduced her mane to just flowing over her ears, Victoria was back in bed being stuffed. "Can Iv plsea havet somr masched potooes?" Vicky asked with her mouth full.

Tamara smiled and slowly nodded her head, "Coming right up. Anything else, Vicky?"

Vicky washed down the potatoes with a large glass of chocolate milk, "Yeah, how about more some more cake."

Tamara folded her arms over her buxom bosom, "Only if you finish another helping of mashed potatoes and ham."

Vicky giggled, "Sure, bring it on Tamara!" Vicky was so hungry; she was no longer concerned about her weight. Being fed was all that mattered. By the week’s end, Vicky’s appetite surely increased. Vicky lay in bed that afternoon munching on cookies. As she watched a soap opera, her hand slowly massaged her newly acquired potbelly. "I have to start watching myself," Vicky thought to herself as she nibbled. "I’m going to get fat again." Removing her blankets, Vicky smiled at her belly and shook it, "I really have quite a tummy."

Tamara walked into the room holding a huge cherry pie, "Feel like some pie?"

A sour look took to Vicky’s face, "Oh I’d love to have some pie, but I’m starting to get fat again." Her face pointed downwards, "I better not."

Tamara pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. "But Vicky, you love to eat and this pie is so delicious."

Vicky stared at the pie as she smiled, "I better not." However, Vicky grabbed the pie out of Tamara’s hands and began eating. "I have no will power Tamara." With her mouth full from her first bit, Vicky continued to speak, "I never have enough to eat. I’m always hungry."

Tamara patted Vicky on her soft flabby pouch, "What’s wrong with that? You’ve been starving yourself girlfriend, so eat up."

Vicky did just that and for the next few days onwards, she made a hog of herself and didn’t seem to care.

"Up on the scale Vicky," Dr. Holstein politely asked.

Vicky slowly maneuvered herself out of bed. Giggling as she slowly moved to the scale, Vicky remarked, "I’m kind of curious about how much weight I’ve put on?" Upon the scale, Vicky leaned over to read the numbers, "180-pounds? How did that happen?"

With Tamara’s help, Dr. Holstein led Vicky back into bed, where she was given another injection to dull her memories. Once the injection went to work, Dr. Holstein readjusted Vicky’s behavior. "Vicky, why are so concerned about your weight? You’re a nice girl with a huge appetite."

Vicky nodded, "Uh-uh."

Dr. Holstein continued, "A girl of your status has no use for high standards or a pretentious attitude, correct?"

Vicky nodded in agreement. "Vicky, you’re a young lady with simple ideals. You don’t put on airs or pretend to be something your not. You love to eat and dieting is just a waste of time for you."

Vicky smiled, "I love to eat."

Dr. Holstein asked in a pleasant tone of voice, "Would you like to eat now?"

Vicky quickly shook her head, "Yeah, I’m so hungry."

A YEAR LATER: Teala checked on Vicky who was getting ready for a date. "You’re not going to wear that?" Teala asked with her hands firmly on her hips.

"Why not? I want to look sexy," Vicky replied as she stuffed her mouth with a cupcake. Teala shook her head as she glanced over Vicky’s 285-pound body tightly dressed in light blue tube top and black skirt that hung just above her knees. Vicky’s red hair was short and set in pigtails that enhanced the roundness of her pretty face. Her cheeks were inflated, her nose expanded just a smudge and her double chin was wide. Vicky’s big upper arms lacked muscle tone and jiggled as she threw her hands into the air, "So what am I going to wear?"

A smile drew upon Teala’s face, "I’ll help you sweetie. Let me look through your closet." Vicky’s abnormally large breasts were still somewhat firm and tightly wrapped in the tube top that didn’t flatter her enormous belly or the huge rolls that circled her spacious waist. "I just want to look attractive," Vicky remarked as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Teala discovered a red sweater and black slacks and handed them over to her friend. "Dressing trashy Vicky will only attract the wrong guys and will give the right one’s the wrong ideas," Teala replied.

Vicky’s hips were extremely broad in width and her gigantic posterior pushed upwards, bouncing on top of her roomy, thunder thighs. Teal removed the pigtails and began brushing Vicky’s hair. "Pigtails aren’t for you; you’ll look more appealing wearing your hair down."

Vicky nodded, "I guess you’re right." Upon her change in wardrobe and hairstyle, Vicky looked fabulous.

"Well?" Teala asked.

Vicky smiled making dimples appear on her cheeks, "Yeah, I do look pretty." Vicky adjusted her sweater that roamed over her big bulging belly, "I look so classy, no one would suspect I was just a second rate secretary at an insurance company."

Teala wrapped her arm around Vicky’s thick waist, "There’s nothing second rate about you honey. Let’s go wait for your man."

Vicky nodded her head and as she made tracks out of her room giggled, "I think I have time for another cupcake!"

STORY SIX: JUST DESSERTS

Dr. Holstein sipped her coffee then asked Mr. Grundal to go on with his story. "My wife had an affair with a guy from her office." Mr. Grundal was a handsome 24-year old man, who had married his high school sweetheart, Claire Monate. Claire worked as a secretary for an investment company and was easily the best looking woman in the office with wavy short blond hair, a peach of a face and a naturally slim figure. "So I comforted him, with a few of my buddies and he swore he would leave Claire alone." Claire loved being a flirt. She enjoyed the office parties and the nights out on the town with her bosses and their clients. "We’re not in hock Dr. Holstein, so there's no actually reason for Claire to work."

Dr. Holstein smiled, "I think I understand. You want your wife fatten so guys won’t find her desirable."

Mr. Grundal raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath, "That and also because I don’t want her to work. You know, just stay at home."

Dr. Holstein asked about his feelings concerning having a heavy mate. Mr. Grundal replied with a smile upon his face, "Hell, I’d love her no matter how heavy she became. I just want to save our marriage."

Dr. Holstein nodded, "Okay, we’ll see what we can do."

Mr. Grundal arranged for his wife’s stay at the spa just on the premise of giving each other some space to think things out. Claire agreed, mainly because she was spoiled and enjoyed being pampered. While in a hospital gown, Claire stepped on the scale. Tamara wrote down her weight in the chart, 129-pounds."

Claire smiled as she brushed back the bangs from her eyes, "So what's next?"

Tamara grinned, "Are you hungry?"

Claire shrugged her shoulders, "I guess so, but nothing fattening. I want to watch my shape."

Tamara giggled, "Oh we’ll watch your weight." Tamara explained to Claire that she needed to give her a shot. Claire was no problem at all and was given the shot without protest. "I suppose this is too flush out my system from all the toxins in my body?" Claire asked.

Tamara helped Claire into a wheelchair, "Something like that." By the time Claire reached her room, she was in a daze and promptly put to bed.

Morning arrived and as Tamara fed Claire the weight gaining mush, Claire did ask, "Can’t I just feed myself?" Tamara patted Claire on the head, "Actually it’s the doctor’s orders that I feed you."

Claire squinted, "That’s kind of odd, don’t you think?"

Tamara only replied, "Open wide," and Claire continued to eat. After the two large bowls of mush, Claire was given another shot that put her in a trance. An I.V. of the weight gaining solution was inserted into her arm and Tamara began to feed her solid food. A large bowl of macaroni and cheese, bacon, 14 eggs, and pancakes. Claire just ate and ate as her mind drifted around the room.

Four days later, Claire was now 160 pounds and it showed. Her face was rounder, her upper arms filled out, her breasts expanded, her belly swelled, her hips were wider, her thighs chunky and her butt ballooned. Out of the trance, Claire found enjoyment in being fed. "Can I have a couple more cheeseburgers?" Claire asked after already consuming five burgers.

Tamara nodded, "Think you’ll have room for pie and milk?"

Claire giggled as she stuffed her mouth with French fries, "Yeah, of course."

A week later Claire stood on the scale as she held her bulging belly, "229-pounds? I’m getting fat!"

Aura smiled, "How does that make you feel?"

Claire tilted her head as she rubbed her thick waist and pinched a roll of flab, "I don’t know? I want to be attractive."

A smile appeared on Aura’s face, "But you are attractive. Don’t you know that?"

Claire hopped off the scale, her butt bouncing in the air, "All I know is that I’m so hungry. Think I can have a snack before lunch?"

Aura shook her head and as she escorted Claire back into bed, asked what she had in mind for a snack. "How about a milkshake, maybe a few donuts and potato chips?" Aura brought her charge the snack and Claire ate to her hearts content. Mr. Grundal paid for an extra two-week stay for his wife and was delighted thus far with the progress. 21 days later a 389-pound Claire laid in bed, her face covered with the pudding she was eating. Dr. Holstein entered the room and pulled up a chair. "How are you Claire?"

Claire smiled as she slurped a spoonful of the pudding; "I’m fine Dr. Holstein."

"I heard your husband paid you a visit."

Claire nodded and spoke as she massaged her enormous belly; "Oh he is so sweet. He brought me roses and a box of chocolates. He knows the way to a woman’s heart." Claire took a handful of chocolates and grinned, "I love him so much, I’ll never be unfaithful to him ever again!" Munching on the chocolates, Claire then added, "He doesn’t have a problem with my size either." A huge happy grin appeared upon Claire’s chubby face, "He called me a big foxy momma." Claire then blushed and as she tilted her head admitted, "I really love him."

Dr, Holstein stood up, "Well then Claire, I think you’ll be able to leave in another week, do you mind?"

Claire tossed another piece of chocolate in her mouth, "Mind staying here? As long as I’m fed, I’ll stay here as long as possible!"

TWO YEARS LATER: Curtis Grundal gave his wife a long, hard kiss before leaving for work. The 589-pound Claire was lying on the couch as she feasted on a subway sandwich, a bag of chips and a two-liter of cola. Dressed in pink overalls and a faded T-shirt, Curtis found his mate appealing. Claire’s pretty face was completely round with pudgy cheeks and an extremely large double chin. Her gigantic breasts rested on her immense belly and her upper arms were incredibly fat. Her waist was tree trunk like thick and her hips monumental in width. Claire’s butt was colossal and her thighs enormous. The rolls that circled her waist were at least two inches thick and a soft layer of flab buried her hips. "What shall I make us for dinner tonight?" Claire asked in a highly sensual tone of voice.

Curtis tickled his love’s soft, flabby waist. "Surprise me."

Claire giggled, "Stop that, you’ll be late for work."

Curtis smiled; "I can call in and just feed you all day long? Bathe you too?"

Claire smiled, "Oh my love, first run to store and buy me some chocolates."

Curtis kissed Claire’s hand as he massaged her chunky upper arm, "Anything you desire."
FINIS

[Cartoonking1]

I know a few women I'd like to send to the Spa. great work as always.

[Matt L.]

Hello Cartoonking1,

Glad you enjoyed the story, thank you for the feedback.

Cheers, Matt