Flash Back
Part One
What happens when a pampered, spoiled, rich girl, who is used to getting what she wants goes through life indulging her every whim, and never ponders the consequences? You may end up with a story such as this. Follow Pamela on a twisting winding path that leads from pompoms, to bonbons.
1976 “Rock'n'Roll Hootchiecoo” blares on the radios in the high school hall. A beautiful round bubble butt bounces its way to class, in time with the music. She slides her way into her seat and crosses her long tan legs. She tosses back her long wild brunette mane, and proceeds to touch up her lipstick. Her boyfriend Bobby doesn't know it yet, but Pamela's ready to go all the way tonight after the big game........
Bobby makes his way off the field, with his head hung low. Pamela meets him half way to the parking lot. "Come on," she says. "I've got something that's going to make you feel all better."
1980 "This is so wonderful, Bobby! I can't believe we're finally getting married. Daddy said after we get out of college he can get you on down at the office. Isn't that great?"
"Pamela, Frank told me about you and that other guy."
"Oh silly Bobby, that didn't mean anything to me. You know, you gotta be forgivin' if you wanna spend a livin' with a long cool woman in a black dress. Hhmmm. It's probably about time we start referring to you as Robert."
"Damn it Pamela, you're not getting out of this so easy!"
"Oh yes I am." Pamela's top comes off as she approaches Bobby....uh..Robert. The freshmen fifteen she put on almost 3 years ago is evident in the fullness of her breasts. Just as the two bodies meet Pamela turns on the radio to her left.
"Oh God, what is that?" Bobby asks.
"I think they're calling it new wave," Pamela answers.
"And I thought disco was bad."
1989 A plumped Pamela stands at the bathroom mirror "blowing her hair to the Sky." Jimmy Carter's days of malaise have given way to Reaganomics, and Pamela's waist line has given way to a hundred extra pounds of soft folding layers of flesh. Her DDD breasts strained against the fabric of her tight t-shirt. 240 pounds of cellulite and stretch marks crash and jiggle as she walks back to the bed and flops down. She sprawls out, and her belly pops out from her little thong panties. Her toes curl as she digs into a box of chocolate.
Robert's about ready for work as he glances over at Pamela and says, "For the love of God, can't you try some Dexatrim or something?"
"Hey, I've had three kids!" she exclaims through a mouthful of candy. "Are you working late again tonight Robert?"
"I don't know." He walks out and Poison's "Every Rose has its Thorn" comes on the radio. Pamela slips on a bath robe that doesn't quite go all the way closed and jiggles down to the kitchen to begin another long day of eating pastry, and bonbons.
1998 Pam and Robert lay in bed watching the news. They hear President Clinton exclaim he did not have sexual relations with "that" women. Now that Robert is sporting a huge loose gut of his own, he's much more embracing of Pamela's full, flowing 350 lbs figure. "Bobby, sweety, would you go get your little Pammy another box of Ho-Ho's?" He stretches across his massive belly and strokes the protruding folds of fat oozing out from under Pamela's tired night gown and says, "Sure, Hunni."
Present Day Pamela's weighing in at about 450 lbs these days, and Robert is very attentive to her. N'Sync comes on the radio as they turn out the lights and get into bed. Bobby asks, "Now what the hell is this crap?"