by Toby » Sat Oct 05, 2019 6:32 pm
Epilogue – Three and a half years later
As Jo Ann pulled her SUV into the lot of the strip mall she was meeting Harley and the other women at, she marveled at the changes that had taken place since the last time she had been here. Three and a half years ago, she had been an overweight, unwed mother-to-be in a crappy clunker who worked as a secretary. Now, she was a married mother that, though she was still a secretary, the firm were paying her to go to school and get her paralegal degree. She was driving a 2017 Chevy Equinox, rather than her now-dead Honda. With the money her husband, Leo, was making, they could afford it and a modest house.
And she had managed to lose a lot of weight, having recently dropped under the one-eighty mark. Yes, she still had a problem area around her hips and a little potbelly, but she was firmer and in significantly better shape. Though she knew it disappointed her husband for her to lose so much weight, she had felt she needed to get her weight under control. She had waddled into the hospital to give birth to her son at two hundred and ninety-one pounds and left there at around two-seventy-five. Though the weight itself did not upset her, Jo Ann started to suffer from postpartum depression, which affected her mothering abilities. Eventually, Leo and her had worked it out and got her some help, which included an exercise, a diet regimen, and mandatory friend time. Since then, she had managed to lose ninety-five pounds, not including any back sliding. Which happened, especially around the holidays.
That included random holidays like Labor Day weekend. Leo had gone all-out for a backyard barbecue and there had been plenty of leftovers. Part of their relationship was Leo got to indulge in feeding her every once and a while. One special night in particular, Jo Ann had damn near eaten herself to the point of bursting, after which point Leo made good on his promise to fulfill her.
Beside her in the passenger seat was her new friend, Lindsey Hall. She had been one of Ray's victims six years ago that he had fattened up. When she had joined the firm, she was a tiny one-twenty that he beefed up to just under two hundred in under a year. She managed to quit without repercussions and get her weight back under control. Now, she was working toward her PhD in psychology and belly dancing on the side. The dancing regime helped keep her body in nice toned, fit state.
Her five-six, one-forty-four hourglass frame was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, a long sleeve lavender blouse, and a stylish white leather jacket. The top did nothing to disguise the size of her D-cup chest, but the jacket accentuated her narrow waist. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail that showed off her sharp facial features. The last four inches had been dyed an acid green color that had faded out into a silver-green sheen.
Their friendship started during the case against Ray. Several of the victims had gotten together and Harley had brought Jo Ann for emotional support. Through that, the two became fast friends. Lindsey became instrumental in helping Jo Ann get her weight down and appetite under control. She introduced Jo Ann to belly dancing, which was where they were going to go after this lunch celebration.
The two ladies were running late to the celebration. They had dropped by Kamber’s to check in on her. Kamber had been placed on bed rest for her fourth pregnancy. At three hundred and fifty-four pounds, nobody had been surprised to hear the news. After all, she had been placed on bed rest for the last pregnancy as well.
Jo Ann was beginning to worry about her friend; Kamber barely looked pregnant with her massive breasts and sagging belly. On top of that, she had left her job after the birth of her third child as her husband’s bakery had really taken off. That left her at home with boxes and boxes of sugary temptations and nobody to tell her not to eat them. They, along with making excuses to not come out to exercise, had contributed to the extra hundred pounds she had gained over the last three years.
Jo Ann briefly thought about how Kamber looked as the two ladies left. Her breasts, easily double H in size, were barely contained in the over-taxed tank top she had been sporting. They were heavily veined, but Jo Ann had been surprised by the lack of stretch marks. The straps dug into her puffy shoulders and Kamber had obviously been using it as a bra. Might as well, as it did nothing to cover her huge belly. She was barely into her last trimester, but with already substantial amount of fat on her belly, it looked like a flesh-colored beach ball. She had a pristine smile on her round face, lounging as she was on her couch with a platter of her husband’s latest creations. Jo Ann remembered thinking, “God help me if I end up like her.”
“Of course she picks this place,” Lindsey huffed as Jo Ann pulled into a parking spot, which pulled Jo Ann from her little memory. “Couldn't have the victory dinner at a respectable restaurant or something. With things like portion control.”
Jo Ann shot her a quizzical look. “What's wrong with this place?”
“It's. A. Buffet,” Lindsey said slowly and deliberately. “And a Chinese one, at that. There's nothing good here for us.” She started unbuckling her seat belt.
Jo Ann shrugged as she also undid her own belt. “It's not so bad, by the way they describe it. It's decently priced with a variety of really filling options, which is especially helpful for a couple of single mothers.” The two hopped out of the SUV.
Lindsey shuddered as she came around her side, then put her hands up in defeat. “Yeah, okay, I get it. Just remember; a moment on the lips...”
“A lifetime on the hips. Trust me, I know,” Jo Ann said as she bumped Lindsey with her hip. “I'm still working it off.”
The two walked across the lot and Jo Ann took a moment to gaze at the building. The area had been rejuvenated by a city grant and there were more businesses in the strip mall. She was glad to see Fat So's Tailor was still in business, as well as that donut place on the end. “Man, they could make a donut,” she thought as she remembered getting Harley's dress tailored. Then she remembered bursting the seam on the seat of her skirt. “Jesus, I was huge,” she thought. “Can't believe I thought it was okay to weigh that much.”
She glanced over herself. She was bedecked in a pair of white jeggings, a simple pink tee, and a lightweight black pleather jacket that she had picked to combat the slight late October chill. She had her dyed auburn red hair up in a messy bun.
The two walked in the lobby of the restaurant. It was well-lit and spacious; the size would accommodate several waiting groups. The room was outfitted with white tile flooring and red walls with dark accent work. Behind the huge cashier’s counter sat a mountain of a woman bedecked in a Chinese-design red silk gown that hugged every bulge like a second skin. She was methodically popping fried dumplings into her triple-chinned face. It took Jo Ann a moment to realize that the woman was Sing. “Looks like she’s done nothing but eat since the last time I saw her,” Jo Ann thought.
“Hey, Sing!” Jo Ann called out as the pair made their way to her. “Whacha up to?”
Sing finished her dumpling and smiled. “Oh, about eight... hundred and seventy... give or take a dozen.” She slapped her belly, sending ripples through the adipose-ladened flesh. Jo Ann noted how much more out of breath Sing had become since the last time they saw each other.
“Wow...” Lindsay whispered next to her. Jo Ann turned to her and chuckled at the look of surprise on her face. She might have had the same look on her face, back then.
“Well, you sound happy. Oh, this is my friend, Lindsay. Lindsay, Sing. Sing helped me out with... a problem a few years ago. You ever get in a jam with a person, come see Sing.”
Lindsay gave a shrewd look at the huge Chinese woman. “Uhh… sure. Yeah.”
“Got your… latest referral. We are… only able… to help her… a little bit. But, she got… a new friend… out of the mix,” Sing said. Jo Ann remembered telling on old high school friend, Paula Mitchum, about Sing’s side operation. Paula had wanted revenge on a rival of her’s at work, make her fat to get her out of the way of a promotion Paula wanted. Before Paula had tried to remove her rival, both women had been avid runners and thin. Now, Paula and her rival trade clothes out of their size twenty closets and recipes regularly. Neither woman had gotten the promotion, but now Paula was not concerned about it. Jo Ann was aware of both lives for Paula, as she had been for Harley’s changes.
Lindsay gave a sideways glance at Jo Ann. “Uh… huh. Sure, I’ll think about it. We really should get to the party, Jo.”
Jo Ann nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Sing, where is the big party?”
Sing rolled her head to the right and gave a lazy gesture toward the back. “Double doors… at the back. It’s our big… party space.”
The ladies were just about to move on when Sing called out, “Actually, Jo… can we talk? It’ll… just be a moment.”
Lindsay arched an eyebrow at Jo Ann, but she waved her on. Lindsay shrugged and sauntered on toward the back, while Jo Ann rejoined Sing at the counter.
“What’s up?” she asked conspiratorially.
“I couldn’t help but notice,” Sing said, the breathlessness she had earlier completely gone, “that you seem unhappy about something. You’ve been a good customer, promoting our services. Since my family is in the business of karma, I would like to help you.”
Jo Ann was taken aback by the shift in Sing’s speech. “Hang on a sec, what happened to the gasping?”
Sing’s broad shoulders attempted a shrug. All it really did was cause her huge breasts to bounce and jiggle beneath the silk fabric. “An act I like to play with new customers. Your friend has some prejudices against fat people and I enjoy playing on those expectations.”
Jo Ann smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, Lindsay can be a little… smug towards full-figured gals.” Her smile soured as she thought about Sing’s proposal. “So, what do you think is wrong with me?”
Sing chewed on a dumpling as she looked over Jo Ann. Swallowing, she said, “I can’t tell you. You need to tell me, all I can do is see that you’re not satisfied with your life somewhere.”
As Jo Ann mulled over that thought, her hands clasped in front of her little belly unconsciously. However, the action brought forward a yearning she had not realized was there. “I guess there is one thing...” she whispered.
“Yes?” asked Sing. Jo Ann noticed for the first time how piercing Sing’s dark eyes were. Normally, they are squished quite narrowly by her bulging cheeks, but now they seemed to be a defining characteristic of her face. It was a tad unsettling.
“I wish my husband was more into me,” Jo Ann finally said. “We haven’t had sex in over six months and it had been on a downhill slump even before that.” Her eyes started to tear up a bit. “I think I’m losing him.”
Sing nodded, which deepened the creases of her chin lines. “Would you like my assistance with it?”
Jo Ann wiped away the tears with the back of hand, then looked away from Sing. “Yeah, yeah, I would.” Jo Ann was so emotional flummoxed that it did not cross her mind how precisely Sing planned to help her.
“Dearie, look at me,” Sing said softly. There was an odd intonation to her voice that compelled Jo Ann to look back at Sing. A very warm and comforting sensation engulfed Jo Ann’s body.
Under her piercing gaze, Jo Ann began to transform. First, her clothes. Her pink shirt stretched down until it became a dress with a bright white cloth belt knotted loosely around her waist. The sleeves shortened to become straps and the neckline lowered to become a scalloped neckline. Her leather coat became a wool cardigan and she felt her jeggings tighten into white leggings. An odd sensation spread from front of the pelvic area as a belly panel was added to the leggings.
Then came the weight. Jo Ann’s body ballooned as lost pounds and new ones found a home on her frame. The obvious benefactors were the parts of her lower body, but her upper body was not short-changed. Her face was rounding and her cheeks looked stuffed. Her huge double chin melded with her neck. Her shoulders and upper arms pulled the sleeves of her new dress taut, while the fat on her upper arms started to droop over her elbows. Her forearms and hands became puffy and swollen. Though no bigger than a double-D, her breasts were round and heavy. Offsetting their volume was the need for a large band size that barely contained her back fat.
Supporting them was her huge double belly that shook and seemed to move with a mind all its own. The lower belly pulled the belly panel of her leggings tight as it spread into the area and succumbed to gravity to cover her womanhood. The belt was tight around her and became nestled between the two parts of her belly. It heightened the bulbous quality of her belly. The two parts wrapped around her waist with a matching set of rolls, with the biggest roll melting into her incredibly wide hips. Those in turn had become synonymous with her elephantine thighs. Jo Ann could feel where an inner thigh fat roll had caught part of her leggings and pulled it around awkwardly. She shifted her stance to widen the space between her thighs, but it was to little affect.
Behind her, her ass blew out in every direction; up, down, and to both sides. She suddenly remembered night after night of her husband smacking her enormous ass and watching it shake violently. Just walking around and feeling it bounce behind her could make her wet if she was not focused. Her ass had gotten so big, the lines from her panties could be made out beneath the leggings and the dress. Her knees dimpled and her calves fattened, merging with her ankles. Her shoes changed into comfortable flats as her feet widened.
As her weight approached the mid-three hundreds, Jo Ann felt a sense of peace wash over her. She understood now that her size had been the wedge between her and Leo, even though he had never admitted it out loud. Gaining weight for him, rather than work against him, after the birth of their baby had helped just as much with her postpartum as her desire to lose weight had.
A memory popped into head from several months ago. Jo Ann was getting ready for bed while Leo was getting their son down. She had just gotten into a comfy pair of cotton pajama bottoms and was pulling a sleep camisole over her head when she felt Leo’s hands snake around her middle from behind her as he ground his hard-on into her blubbery backside.
“Now, why waste the time putting on clothes when I’m just going to be helping you take them off here in a moment?” he whispered into her ear.
Jo Ann giggled and pushed her big butt into his groin, the weight of which staggered him for a moment. “You sure I’m not becoming too much woman for you?”
He started kissing her naked back and the nape of her neck while his hands freed her lower belly fold from her shorts. Once released, her belly bounced and jiggled. “Fuck no. In fact, I’m thinking,” he said huskily, “that some expansion is in order.”
That night was quite fantastic for both of them. Leo’s words proved true when Jo Ann peed on a stick about five weeks later to reveal a very clear, very positive pregnancy test.
The Jo Ann that now stood in buffet’s lobby was the thirty-one week version. Tipping the scales at three hundred and eighty-one pounds, Jo Ann felt every pound and every week on her obese body. Her bloated breasts filled her double-E cup nursing bra and her belly filled the belly panel of her leggings to the max. She could feel the elastic digging into the fat flesh at her hips and around her calves.
Her mind caught up with her changes and she let out a heavy sigh. “Oh… wow. What happened?”
Sing’s attention went back to her plate. “I set you on a different path, is all. Tell me, do you feel better? Perhaps, even happier?”
Jo Ann thought about it, mulling it over. She patted her massive belly, feeling her new baby squirm around within her. She smiled, feeling the dimples crease on her face. She loosened the belt around her waist. The snacks from Kamber’s caused “Yeah, yeah, I am.”
Sing smiled back at her. “Would you prefer to keep your memories or be fully immersed? It can get a little confusing to keep facts straight.”
“Huh… yeah, I gue-” Jo Ann started to say, but then the words got lost between her brain and her mouth. Her mouth opened and closed as memories rearranged themselves. Jo Ann was not working toward her paralegal degree anymore, instead becoming more comfortable in her role as a secretary, wife, and mother. She had ridden to the buffet with Lindsay, who drove, from Kamber’s. The snacks from Kamber’s were already losing the edge they had on her growing hunger.
“We all good?” Sing asked.
“Yeah, I just wanted to thank you again for everything you’ve done. It really helped my work environment and my friendships,” Jo Ann said without losing a beat.
“That’s wonderful to hear, dearie. Well, you best get going. I think they’re waiting for you.”
“And I’m eating for two again. This one is hungrier than the last!” Jo Ann laughed as she ambled toward the back. “Until next time, Sing!”
Jo Ann waddled into the back room, feeling her mass shift and roll with each ponderous step. She passed a thin couple who appeared to be arguing. The woman, dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeve blouse, was upset and the man was trying to calm her down. Jo Ann missed the lusty look from the man, but his dinner companion did not. She also passed a table that had three young children and a painfully thin, haggard-looking young mother. She was checking her phone every five seconds. Jo Ann hoped things improved for the young woman, then pushed the door to the back room open.
It was packed with members of the law firm and former victims. Jo Ann passed a table where the Barbers were sitting. Well, Debbie was sitting, while her dutiful husband was standing beside her, hand feeding her. Everyone in the firm was very welcoming when they had announced their engagement and nobody batted an eye to Debbie’s incredible weight gain. Maybe they had been normalized to it by Ray’s actions or maybe because her weight gain allowed her to fit in with the other secretaries.
Since Ray’s arrest, Debbie had added over three hundred pounds to her body. On her short frame, the weight had few places to go and she quickly ballooned outward. Everything about her was huge. Her round face with its bulging chipmunk cheeks sat atop her bulbous body, her triple chins completely obscuring her neck. Boulder-like shoulders, chicken-wing upper arms, and watermelon-sized breasts that rested upon the upper slope of her globular belly made up her upper body. Her breasts were braless and quivered proactively at the slightest movement, only contained by the sleeveless blue and white polka-dotted caftan that showed off a lot of cleavage and was pulled incredibly tight just about everywhere on her huge body.
The seams down the sides were under incredible stress due the size of her belly. Singular in scope, it rested heavily between her massive legs. Debbie’s plump hands lightly massaged a section as William scampered off to fill another plate. The caftan was shorter than most and revealed her thick calves and fat-encased knees. Debbie was wearing pastel blue slip-on sandals for foot wear. Jo Ann most definitely registered the smile on the four hundred and ninety three pound woman’s face. It was a look of complete fulfillment. She waved at the couple as she waddled passed.
Alexa was at a table with Jo Ann’s group. She had gained a little bit of weight since Ray’s arrest, mostly situating itself around her middle. Alexa was comfortable at two-fifty-four and was dressed in a nice, red two-piece skirt and jacket combo with a sleeveless black and gold top that fit her perfectly. She had grown out her dark auburn hair and had it pulled back in a professional bun. She looked up and waved to Jo Ann.
“Hey, girlfriend! Look at you!” she half-yelled over the din of the other people.
“Yeah, I’m getting bigger everyday. Here, let me drop this off and get a plate.”
“Or three,” said Heather.
Beside Alexa was Heather Jones, now Heather Wellington. She had been a softball player in college and that thick figure (along with her classic Hispanic looks and black locks) had been the driving factor in Ray’s hire of her. And though she was foolish enough to enter into a sexually relationship with her boss, once she found out she was pregnant, she took Ray’s money and left the firm. By the time Ray had planted his seed in her, she had gained close to eighty pounds on her player weight of one-fifty-eight.
Which had not stopped after giving birth and soon the young single mother was squeezing her mid-two hundred pound bod into the nicest clothes she owned for Ray’s first trial. Where she was introduced to the other victims and befriended Harley, Jo Ann, and Lindsay. With the money Ray gave her, she was able to help Harley get squared away by allowing her to live with her.
The two together were terrible for each other’s waistlines, but great companions elsewise. Both were about the same age and had similar interests. The two of them had gotten into cosplay, which is where Heather ended up meeting her future husband and father of her second child, dressed as three hundred pound Gamora. Heather was now a three hundred and forty-three pound woman, dressed in rose-colored tee that adhered to her tri-fold belly and enormous chest and her largest pair of denim jeans. She also paid Jo Ann no mind, instead concentrating on her second plate.
“Hey, leave the preggo alone!” Harley said as she stuffed an egg roll into her mouth.
And finally, there was Harley Baltimore. Jo Ann had once thought that if she had known there was a super-sized fat woman waiting to be released, she would have changed her former boss much sooner. Though seated at a table for six, Harley’s rear end took up two chairs. Though the legs of the chairs were constructed with sturdy metals, the backs of the chairs had a spindly arch design that her ass fat pushed through. At four hundred and twenty-eight pounds, she was a sight dressed in a black and white zig-zag pattern three-quarter sleeve dress. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She was steadily working her way through a large serving of crab ragoons.
As large as her behind was, her belly was making her work for her food. It took up a lot of space before her as she was only two weeks ahead of Jo Ann in her own second pregnancy, courtesy of the good Doctor Baltimore. He was currently at home with his newly adopted daughter, Ivy. They had tied the knot two months ago, just after finding out they were pregnant. They had picked a date a bit more in the future, but they were worried she would be on bed rest by then. It had been a struggle to get Harley to fit into her wedding gown with the date pushed up as it was.
“Ah, Jo Ann, so glad you could make it,” Priscilla said as she came up beside Jo Ann. She had a plate in one hand, conservatively covered in spring greens. “We can finally get started.”
“Once she gets a plate of this awesome Chinese food,” said Lindsay, carrying three plates carefully. All three were covered in various foods.
In this new reality, Lindsay never helped Jo Ann lose one hundred pounds, but rather Jo Ann was the primary reason Lindsay gained one hundred and twenty pounds. The now two hundred and sixty-one pound blonde wore her weight well, helped by the fact that she still regularly belly-danced. She was one of the most sought after plus-sized dancers in the area, with a group of regulars that followed her online and in person.
A soft face with a noticeable double chin topped an over-fed hourglass body. Broad shoulders, thick arms, bountiful breasts that measured between the double-E to F range, a singular belly with a barely defined waist, wide hips that were beginning to catch on arm rests, and incredibly sturdy thighs made for dancing several hours a night was packed into her skintight clothes that had not changed, save to increase with her new size.
You picked a great buffet, Harley!” Lindsay said as she unloaded her plates. “I was starving!”
Jo Ann chuckled to herself and waddled over to the heating tables to make up her own plates.
The rest of the day passed quickly. Priscilla read off Ray’s sentencing, which included most of the original charges. He was convicted on embezzlement, assault of a pregnant woman, and rape; plus one count of espionage against his own firm, totaling thirty-five to forty years. Considering his age, everyone was pretty sure he was going to die behind bars. His spot as partner had been filled by Alexa.
On heading out after, Jo Ann was struck by a few strange thoughts. The young mother that had been quite thin was looking positively beat now that she a mid-two hundred pounds. Her chest looked ready to pop the thin strands that held her tank top up and her underbelly was completely exposed. However, at least she was no longer dining alone; a hefty man had joined her to help wrangle their children.
Also, the arguing couple was getting ready to leave, though they looked positively giddy now. The man was unchanged, but the woman’s smiling face had a full double chin. She was sporting a huge pregnant belly that pulled tightly on her tunic-style dress. She turned briefly, showing that her ass was just as confined in her dress as her belly, which Jo Ann could sympathize with wholeheartedly. Jo Ann had heard her say something about how hungry the twins had been and thank her partner for bringing them to the buffet. The man smiled and kissed her.
Jo Ann and Lindsey waddled out to Lindsey’s car, a newer model Volkswagen Jetta. Jo Ann lowered herself heavily into the passenger seat. She felt the car shift under her bulk.
“Oof...” she moaned as she massaged her over-fed belly. “Think I over did it in there.”
Lindsey entered into the car’s driver seat. Her own mass only offset Jo Ann’s a bit on her car’s shocks. She leaned back in her seat and massaged her own middle. “Yeah, but they have the best dumplings!”
“And noodles.”
“And sesame chicken.”
“And, like, everything!” Jo Ann chortled. Her baby kicked her, causing her to wince. “Oh, I can’t wait to not be pregnant again.”
Lindsey sighed. “I know I have my doctorate program to finish and my belly dancing is going so well, but… I’m really jealous of Harley, Kamber, and you. I’m so ready to start a family, you know?” She moved to place her key into the ignition, but Jo Ann brought her hand out and stopped her.
“Do you want to be?” Jo Ann asked, her manner completely serious.
Lindsey looked surprised. “I… I don’t know… maybe? You’re asking me in a strange manner, Jo.”
“What if I said there was a way for you to get into the family way right now?”
Lindsey laughed, causing her full bosom to jiggle and shake. “I think that would be something to see.”
Jo Ann’s smile widened. “Follow me to the dry cleaners next door. I think you’ll be very happy with the alterations.”
The End
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