The Changing Mirror

Thanks again everyone

At the risk of shameless self-promotion, not gonna lie, very pleased with this so far

A lot of work to do but digging the trajectory. I’ll try to have more up this weekend.

Another great story. But …

Susan has a great loving father. (Sarcasm) In the original story her father is rich. Which would suggest he has good auto insurance. Susan gets into an accident with his car. Naturally, you would assume his insurance would pay for the damage.

Yet, he insists that his daughter must be “taught a lessen.” He makes her take a job at a greasy spoon restaurant to pay him back for damage to his car. (Which you would assume insurance all ready paid.)

The result is Susan's life takes a different path from going to college and getting a good job to one where she is loser working a dead-end job and getting fat.

Of course, a loving father would want to see his daughter back on the “right track.” (College and a good job.) Instead, because his daughter is a loser and getting fat. He is embarrassed the the point of thinking how he can abandon his daughter.

Again, a great loving father.

With all due respect, and I hope you don't mind it too much if I share my take on Susan's dad;

Mr. Singleton might be a self made man, pulled himself up by his own boot straps type, a hard working overachiever with the philosophy - you're responsible for your own success. Susan's dad probably feels that its her own fault if she's fat and working as a menial laborer, and since she isn't exerting herself in improving her life why bother helping her out.

Cheers, Matt

Suzy's dad could simply just have high standards that she doesn't meet, and at her size, she's not the type of daughter he can brag to his friends, he might be embarrassed and this makes him angry.

DELIMAN092262 wrote:Another great story. But …

Susan has a great loving father. (Sarcasm) In the original story her father is rich. Which would suggest he has good auto insurance. Susan gets into an accident with his car. Naturally, you would assume his insurance would pay for the damage.

Yet, he insists that his daughter must be “taught a lessen.” He makes her take a job at a greasy spoon restaurant to pay him back for damage to his car. (Which you would assume insurance all ready paid.)

The result is Susan's life takes a different path from going to college and getting a good job to one where she is loser working a dead-end job and getting fat.

Of course, a loving father would want to see his daughter back on the “right track.” (College and a good job.) Instead, because his daughter is a loser and getting fat. He is embarrassed the the point of thinking how he can abandon his daughter.

Again, a great loving father.

Considering the theme of this story, and where I am posting it, I don’t even know how to respond to this

So I’m going to say that, only that, and delete your post

For claiming to enjoy my work, you repeatedly find bizarre and unrealistic ways to criticize it.

Actually I will say something else. And leave this all up.

I can take criticism all day. Tell me I write like shit. Tell the the story is a rushed, half-assed pile of crap.

But don’t complain that I’m not writing exactly what you want, or come up with creepy, PG-13 nit-picking about a character in my story not being “good father.”

Who the hell ever said that he was? Did Maverick? I clearly missed it if so. Maybe he’s an asshole. Who knows. You certainly don’t since this story is in my head at the moment and I’ve barely said a word about him.

This is just a major buzz kill. I’ll keep writing it but you have managed to seriously sour my mood.

I recognize DELIMAN092262 from posting on Dimensions Online which is crazy with a bunch of PC crap!
This is a wonderful story, please continue.

Lyssa wrote:I recognize DELIMAN092262 from posting on Dimensions Online which is crazy with a bunch of PC crap!
This is a wonderful story, please continue.

Amen to a degree RE: dims, although it seems things have improved a bit over there in that regard.

I’m sorry but this is a hard core, dark, revenge themed weight gain story. If you don’t like that, move on and spare me this Mickey Mouse bullshit.

***apologies to mods for the cursing but I wanted to make myself crystal clear***

Part 9

An hour later, Alex stood by the door of his favorite Italian restaurant, anxiously awaiting Susan’s arrival. Checking his phone, he noticed the usual stream of notifications from his favorite Feeder website. He grinned at the sight of the pig face emojis and other standard “feed me” messages from his harem of fatties.

“Not right now, ladies,” he said as he cleared the messages from the screen and quickly deleted the app from his phone. The last thing he wanted was for Susan to figure out his angle - and besides, he had a potential prize winning hog on his hands here. She deserved nothing less than his undivided “attention”.

Just then he looked up and watched as Susan rounded the corner and into view. “Round” being the very appropriate term for the moment.

He marveled at the sight. That red dress left nothing to the imagination as she wobbled towards him, a hopefully expression on her flushed and chunky face.

Susan’s huge tits overflowed the top of the dress, pressing outwards and jiggling in a picture-perfect display of overfed femininity. But as much as Alex enjoyed the view of “the twins”, he was much more interested (and encouraged) by the rest of the package beneath.

Her belly, long past the “suck it in” stage, bounced below with even greater vigor, while her wide and fattened hips swayed side to side as she made her best effort at a sexy entrance. As they met, he wrapped his arms around her plus-sized form, giving her a warm hug before leaning in for a quick but passionate kiss.

“You look....stunning,” he said as she blushed a darker shade of red, attempting in vain to extract the taught fabric of her dress from the belly rolls beneath.

“Thanks hun - you too,” she replied with a wink as she scanned his lean and muscular body.

“Well,” he continued with a confident grin, “as much as I’d like to stand here all night we should get to our table. See what else is on the menu.”

Susan’s tubby belly growled. “Absolutely,” she shot back with a wink of her own.

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“And what can I get you two lovebirds?”, their waitress asked a bit later as Alex stole another kiss in between Susan’s efforts to polish off the second basket of breadsticks.

“Well, I’ll have...”, Susan began before Alex cut her off firmly.

“I’ll order the food,” he said with a curt tone of voice, much to Susan’s surprise.

“Uh....ok honey,” she replied nervously, confused but in no mood to ruin what had been a fantastic evening so far.

“Good then,” he continued as he looked at the menu. “She’ll have a double order of the Chicken Parmesan with a side of mashed potatoes. And can we get some more of these breadsticks??”

He turned to Susan, who was rubbing her stuffed and swollen belly. It all sounded wonderful, she thought to herself, but she was already so full.

“Is that enough?”, he asked plainly as she looked up at the waitress with a stunned expression.

“Uh...yes dear, that sounds great”, Susan replied with a nervous smile. Her flabby upper arms swayed as she reached for her glass of wine and took another big gulp.

The waitress looked down at her, trying to conceal any judgment at what was clearly an unadvisable meal selection for the chubby young lady.

“Awesome!! And for you sir?”

Alex smiled, taking a drink of his beer. “Just the boneless chicken breast for me. Gotta watch my figure,” he said as he scratched his rock hard midsection.

“OK then,” the waitress finished, a bit confused by his theatrics but more concerned about a good tip. “I’ll get that order in right now. And get her....I mean you guys....some more of those delicious breadsticks.”

“Yep,” Alex replied as he set down his beer and looked Susan’s fat, out of shape body up and down. “Keep em’ coming.”

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A huge meal, and a couple of desserts later, the two made their way out of the restaurant and towards Alex’s waiting car. Susan walked along unsteadily, unaccustomed to being this stuffed (even by her recent standards of eating) not to mention the high heels she had managed to squeeze her plump feet into for her first date in ages.

“Well thanks for a wonderful evening,” she purred as she pressed her blubbery body closer to Alex for yet another makeout session.

“Pleasure was mine,” he replied with a wink as he kissed her deeply and grabbed a huge handful of her bulky, flabby ass.

“Party doesn’t have to end just yet though,” he remarked as he pulled away from the embrace and opened the passenger door to his car. “My place or yours?”

Susan paused for a moment, a brief mental attempt to be a proper young lady passing instantly.

“Yours.”

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She woke up several hours later in his bed, exhausted from a spirited round of love making. Not to mention the after-dinner spread he laid out for her upon their arrival.

She couldn’t believe she had the slightest appetite after all that food at the restaurant. But it looked so good, and she didn’t want to be a rude guest, so she had eaten it all. Every last morsel of fried chicken, pasta and pie had gone quickly down her plump, waiting mouth.

Amazingly, Alex hardly had a bite. She looked over at him as he slept peacefully, his toned body half visible beneath the crumpled sheets. As Susan laid there silently, thanking the heavens for this unexpected turn of of good luck, her belly growled again.

“Ugh!!”, she said quietly. “How in the hell am I still hungry??”

Then she remembered - there was still an entire cake in the fridge. She slowly rolled out of bed; tip-toeing towards Alex’s kitchen, her blubbery body quivered and swayed in the moonlit hallway as she made her way out of his bedroom. Arriving in the kitchen, she cut herself a huge piece; pausing for a moment she poured a tall glass of chocolate milk and plopped her well-cushioned ass down at the table before digging in with gusto.

“Man,” she said aloud as the cake quickly disappeared from her plate. “I could get used to this.”

Back in the bedroom, Alex lay there awake, listening intently to silverware clinking and Susan burping from the kitchen. He heard the door to the fridge open again and the tell-tale sounds as Susan cut herself another sizeable piece of cake.

“Eat up, piggy,” he murmured quietly as he drifted back to sleep. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

You rock! I love where you're going with this!