The Hypnotist
By The Studio
1 For years he'd been looking for someone like her. She was a plumper with the potential to become the absolutely huge woman of his dreams. Her name was Randi. She was 5' 7" tall, had thick auburn hair, catlike green eyes, and was built like a Rubenesque goddess. He ran his hand over her sleeping body, gently kneading her uncommonly thick 40GG tits and then softly squeezing the smooth mounds of her belly. His brushed his fingers over the tuft of pubic hair that covered her meaty crotch and then slid his hand down between the pillowy softness of her thighs. She didn't move. Convinced that she was deep enough asleep, he rolled over and reached for the dresser beside his bed. He took a small silver triangle and a short metal rod out of the top drawer. Nervously, he held the instrument beside her ear and then lightly rapped it with the rod. It made a quiet ringing sound. He repeated this for several minutes and then leaned over closer to her, putting his mouth beside her ear.
"Randi," he whispered in a monotone voice, "you are in a trance. You are asleep but you can still hear and understand every word that I say. You will listen to what I tell you and do what I ask. If you understand me, nod your head."
She didn't move. He began again, ringing the triangle with a slow, delicate rhythm. He leaned in close and repeated himself.
When he finished, she slowly nodded her head.
His eyes lit up in elation. He maintained his composure and continued.
"Randi," he said quietly, "when you hear the word 'embonpoint', you will awaken with a tremendous craving for something to eat. You will go into the kitchen and carve yourself a ridiculously generous slice from the chocolate cake on the counter and you will eat it. It will be the best cake you have ever tasted. You will love it. With each bite you will feel a profound sense of contentment, ease and satisfaction. If you understand me, say yes."
"Yes," she mumbled.
"Very good, Randi, now go back to sleep."
He put the triangle and rod back into the drawer and laid down beside her, pretending to be asleep. Quietly, he said the word, "embonpoint."
Seconds later, Randi stirred and then sat up in the bed. He admired the girth and curve of her hips as she stretched her arms wide and let out a yawn. She got up, scratching her belly, and then stumbled out of the room. Minutes later, he heard rattling sounds coming from the kitchen. He waited for a few minutes more, then got up and went to see her. She was sitting at the kitchen table - finishing off the first half of a six inch slice of cake. She was licking icing off her fingertips when he spoke.
"What's the matter, baby...can't sleep?"
"Its not that," she answered, "I just woke up and needed a snack. This cake is great, where'd you get it?"
"A bakery down the street. They're the best."
"No kidding. I've never had cake this good before, not even Mom's."
"Enjoy it," he said as he turned and smiled, "I'm going back to the sack." A feeling of guilty pleasure washed over him.
He knew that he had her. His long, unfulfilled search for a beautiful fat woman to call his own was coming to an end. Over the years, he had dated a host of plumpers but almost all of them had turned out to be neurotically failed dieters. To him, they were magnificent bodies with lamentable personalities. He wanted a woman who loved her obesity: a woman who would appreciate every inch of her expansive body, who would indulge herself to the limit and delight in every pound she gained. It was a quest he had almost abandoned some years back when, by coincidence or divine circumstance, he saw a hypnotist on television. It was an ad for some inane self-help tapes or some such thing, but it gave him the idea. For months he read every article and book on hypnotism that he could get his hands on. He experimented on the women he was dating, giving them suggestions as they slept. Over time, he got his technique down cold. But even though all of the women he went out with gained weight, none of them fit his ideal...until he met Randi. She was a saleswoman at a plus-size store in the mall. He had stopped by to pick up a gift for his latest fling when he saw her. She was 150 pounds of feminine perfection - face like a plump Grecian goddess, breasts like satin pillows and an ass that would have given Rubens sublime ecstasy. She had just started the job and was new in town; he made it his task to welcome her to the city.
Randi constantly amazed him. She was an impressive cook, had a sharp wit, and wasn't ashamed of a single pound on her body. She always took care of her appearance but wasn't prudish. She exuded sexual energy from every pore of her body, yet wasn't whorish. She was perfect - or nearly so. All she lacked was a few hundred pounds of flesh. But he wasn't worried about that because he had a plan.
Two weeks after they met, he had her laid out on the bed in his apartment and was giving it to her as well as he could. He'd studied the Kama Sutra, trained himself in the techniques of Zenno Jojido and learned the mystifying touch of Tantric massage. All his years of preparation had led up to this one moment, and he wasn't about to let it slip by. The room was lit by fifty candles; the air was filled with the scent of jasmine; the sheets were silk; the music was classical mixed with ocean sounds. The foreplay lasted for hours. Every inch of her body had been explored and attended to. He stroked and fondled her until her nipples were painfully erect, her clitoris engorged, her vulva swollen, her cheeks ruddy, her eyelids filled with nature's blush - her entire body calling out to him with each breath and each racing beat of her heart. When he finally entered her, it was as though he summoned an orgasm from some great depth. He felt her insides grasp him with a quiver and watched as she let out a profoundly silent scream. He lowered his mouth to hers and inhaled her rapture. Hours folded by as they coupled and the jasmine was soon joined with the scent of their sweat. He lost himself in her softness as he let his imagination roam. She was the seminal woman - the seed from which his dreams could take palpable form. In the tightly focused lens of his mind's eye, she expanded - her body rising forth in great waves of fat. He touched her breast and then lifted his hand, fantasizing that her flesh swelled beneath his palm. He saw the woman she could become and reveled in the possibility. When they finally finished she fell straight asleep and he laid his head down on the cradle of her stomach. His entire body was burning from fatigue and desire.
2 He had fulfilled the first stage of his master plan - make love to her so well that she wouldn't want to go anywhere else. One month later he took care of stage two. Randi was still in the process of looking for her own place and was living with a cousin until she found one. He convinced her that it wasn't very safe for a woman to live alone in the city (which was the truth) and invited her to stay with him. They were spending most of their free time together anyway so it would also be convenient. She was leery since they had only just met. He convinced her to try it for a while. If she didn't like it, he would gladly help her move to wherever she wanted.
Two weeks after she moved in, he knew she wasn't leaving so he began on stage three. Through the wonderful power of suggestion, he was going to turn this beautiful plumper into the gigantic woman of his dreams. He'd been unable to sleep because of the rush of excitement he was feeling - and the guilt. He genuinely cared for Randi, and for the first time in years, the word 'love' was coming from his lips without false pretense. Yet here he was, manipulating, deceiving and mesmerizing his way to happiness. It didn't feel right, but it didn't feel wrong either. He fancied that he was addicted to the power and dominion that he held over his desires. He was going to make his dream come true, a feat rarely accomplished by ordinary men. As he lay there basking in the objectionable glory of his plan, Randi walked into the bedroom, having finished her cake.
The sight of her taut belly simultaneously quelled his guilt and catalyzed his lust. He could feel the blood coursing through his own gut as he envisioned the possibilities. Randi muffled a belch and then slid between the sheets beside him, cuddling close to his chest.
"What's this?" she asked as she lifted the covers.
Apparently, the blood had been coursing into other parts of his body.
"It's called a hard-on." he answered with a grin.
"Mmmm," she said, "just what I need, a little dessert after my snack."
She slid down and slowly took his throbbing head into her mouth, licking at it like a popsicle. She tickled his scrotum with her fingernails and began stroking him with distinct purpose. She continued pleasuring him as turned herself around and straddled his chest, pushing her ample bottom into his face. He grabbed a cheek with each hand, pried them apart and them sunk his tongue deep into her pudgy moistness. She clutched his shaft in a spasm, raised her head, and let out a low moan. As she returned her mouth to him, he tasted her freely flowing juices. She tasted...like cake.
As the weeks rolled by, he continued to hypnotize her. His commands became less specific and more generally directed towards fattening his lover up.
"Randi, you love to eat. The food you eat gives you great pleasure. You love being fat. You love the idea of getting even fatter. You will get fatter. You will eat for pleasure. You will eat the most fattening foods. You love candies, cakes, and ice cream. You love butter, cheese, sausage, hamburgers and fried chicken. You love fattening food because, the more fattening they are, the more they please you. You love fattening foods because they will make you fatter, Randi."
And fatter is just what she got. Her breasts soon began bulging from over and under her bra cups. Her belly and butt swelled outward and until her jeans fit like a drumhead. Her shirts got tighter and tighter around the chest and in the sleeves. By the end of the first month of her hypnotically altered diet, an entirely new wardrobe was needed to contain her. At first she bought tight fitting clothes, manifesting residual concerns about her weight gain. But as the suggestions set in deeper and deeper, she started purchasing stretch pants and loose fitting dresses to accommodate her expansion.
"I don't know what's happening," she said to him one day, "I'm just hungry all of the time. I'm eating like I'm possessed or something. If I keep this up, I'll turn into a blimp. The weirdest part is that it doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I kind of enjoy it."
"You're a woman with appetites." he replied. "For years, you've probably been repressing your appetite for food. But you know I like my women big. Maybe you just feel free to follow your cravings now that you have a man who really appreciates you."
"You're so sweet," she said.
"Not as sweet as that pie over there," he answered.
"Oh yes, I'd almost forgotten," she said with a chuckle. "And there's some cake and ice cream in the fridge."
"And cookies and candy and some doughnuts too," he added.
"I think I'm in heaven," she said.
"I think we're both in heaven," he added.
As time rolled by and her gluttony continued, he marveled as the pounds continued to manifest. He watched as her cheeks began to slowly balloon up, as her rolling chins got thicker, as her arms began to swell and stick out farther from her sides, as her meaty breasts bloated outward on top of her ever expanding rolls of belly fat, as her thighs pressed tighter together, filled by ever accruing pounds of flesh. He enjoyed noting how her dress size went up almost monthly - 22, 24, 26... He celebrated every time her bra and panty sizes reached new and higher figures.
Ten months later, she was wearing a size 28, had 46HH tits, was wearing a size 12 in underwear, and more than doubled her size, weighing in at just over 300 pounds. To ensure that his dream woman stayed on the right track, he was constantly complimenting her on the way she looked. He told her that she became that much more irresistible with every pound she gained. As proof, he showed increasing appreciation in the bedroom. He made love to her almost every day, sometimes two or three times if she was looking exceptionally rotund and beautiful. With the power of suggestion reinforced by her man's constant praise, Randi kept growing at an awe inspiring rate.
He thought that things couldn't get any better when, one night, Randi announced that she had quit her old job at the clothing store and gotten a new one at the diner down the street. It was a greasy spoon but they needed a cook and Randi certainly knew her way around a kitchen. She'd be making more than she had at the clothing store, and wouldn't have to face the long commute anymore. He took the situation in with due astonishment - his suggestions were working so well that she had actually searched for a new and better way to indulge her unchained appetite.
"You know, if you take this job," he said while clearing his throat, "you're probably going to get absolutely huge." There was a swelling feeling in his groin as he mouthed the words.
"Hell, I'm far past the point about worrying about my waistline," she answered. "Besides, you know you'll love it...and I know I'll love it, and I'll be getting paid to do it!"
Randi was an instant hit at the job. Her repartee kept the customers entertained and her cooking kept them coming back for more. The owner of the diner was named Lena, a plump, fifty-ish widow who was impressed with Randi's abilities and enjoyed having someone around who made her look thin by comparison. It wasn't long at all before Randi started eating her fill and it quickly became evident that Lena didn't mind her "extracurricular" indulgences. A well placed hypnotic suggestion served to rid Randi of any reservations she might have had for taking advantage of the situation. Another fortunate coincidence was that Randi worked the evening shift and the restaurant had a bakery counter. Every night she brought home a bag of pastries that had outlived their usefulness, and put them to good use as a midnight snack.
Under the constant deluge of fattening foods, both at work and at home, Randi exploded. She stretched her crisp, blue uniform to tourniquet tightness in just three weeks, and it had been quite loose when she began. Making sure that her added pounds wouldn't become an issue at work, he bought her new uniform out of his own pocket. It had to be ordered out of a special catalog as she was swelling beyond the scope of most retail items. But that wasn't the only impediment to be dealt with. Her feet swelled from having to support so much added weight so quickly. Without having to be asked, he quickly procured a pair of orthopedic shoes that would have made any nurse green with envy. Her massive, quavering thighs were also meeting all the way to her knees, forcing her trunk-sized calves far apart, and her ass was becoming a great, overhanging protrusion that quavered like gelatin when she walked. Her belly jutted outward and folded onto the tops of her thighs - a thick apron of flesh beneath the cloth one she wore while working. A custom made girdle and heavy support hose were purchased to keep her comfortable. Flesh rolled onto flesh as new inches and pounds packed themselves onto her already immense body. She was getting so big, so quick, that the new flesh seemed to put itself wherever it could find room.
Much of the room it found was in her breasts. She had always been heavy chested but her newly gained weight had taken a decided preference for the mammaries. Her breasts became dual mounds hanging from her broad chest almost down to her sunken navel, aureoles pushed wide as her skin stretched to contain their increasing poundage. Her nipples looked like caps on twin pressure cookers, ready to blow if the pressure behind them grew any greater. A handmade brassiere was crafted to contain them - a knapsack that she wore on her chest to help carry her breasts around, but it did the job. He was sparing no expense to keep his burgeoning beauty on track.
3 After a little over two months at the restaurant, he found himself helping Randi seat herself on the scale in the supply room in the back. Their household scale had only gone up to 350, and she had surpassed its limit a month ago. She had continued to pile on the pounds, but hadn't found a scale that would weigh someone her size and fit into their home. After letting him search for the whole month she teasingly mentioned the scale at work. She knew that he'd been going crazy, but said that some things were worth waiting for. She got her weight settled in the large metal scoop as the needle shot upwards. In a barely audible voice, he mouthed the words, "Four, hundred, and five, pounds...magnificent."
"That can't be right," Randi gasped. She managed to twist herself around in the scoop and waited for the needle to settle again. "Holy shit," she said quietly, "fifty pounds in one month? Is that possible?"
He knew it was right, and he could tell by the look on her face that she knew it too. "Forty-five pounds more," he thought, "and she'll be three times the woman she was when I met her." The thought gave him great pleasure. He wondered if she could become four times the lady, or perhaps even five...maybe even more. All he knew was that she wasn't fat enough yet.
But the look on her face gave him pause. She looked baffled. It was as though the true scope of her situation had settled into every pound of her immense body. He knew that steps had to be taken, and fast.
That evening he gave her a new set of suggestions. "Your apprehension today was just a passing fancy. You still want to get fatter, Randi. You want to know just how big you can truly get. Every day, you want to know that you have gained more weight. As you gain more weight, the food you eat will give you more and more pleasure. You gain satisfaction from it. You want to be as fat as you can get, Randi."
It worked. The next day when he picked her up from work, she asked him a question. "You won't stop loving me if I get bigger, will you?" He responded by silently leaning over to her, pressing his chest against her amply padded shoulder, and kissing her with primal passion. "You should know better than that," he whispered in her ear. "There'll just be more of you for me to love." When he leaned back, there was a tear in her eye and a broad smile on her face. He noticed that the buttons across her belly were being pulled tight to the point of bursting. She must have spent the day indulging like never before.
"That's good," she said in a somewhat bittersweet tone, "'cause if this keeps up, you'll definitely be loving more of me pretty soon and..." She paused as if considering something then said, "Wait here a minute, will you?" She shuffled her bulk out of the truck and waddled slowly back into the restaurant. About five minutes later, she returned holding a large grocery bag in her arm. "I hope you don't mind," she said through the open window, "but I just bought every pastry that Lena had in the place. I'm especially hungry tonight."
When they got home, she led him straight to the bedroom, sat the sack down on the bed and told him, "Undress me."
He went for the buttons over her belly first. They were looser than when she'd been sitting, but he noticed that most of the buttons were hanging on by frazzled threads. "You're going to need a new uniform real soon," he said smoothly. "It's going to be a muumuu," she answered quietly. "These things bind, and Lena said it would be okay. We'll get a loose one so I'll have room to grow. It'll save us a fortune."
"Don't worry," he said as the shirt fell to the floor, "I'll make sure that your closet is kept full of stylish selections."
"No," she answered as he undid her zipper with great difficulty, "I'm a tent-dress woman now - there's no denying it - and besides, we can spend the money we save on food, eh?" She shuffled her feet farther apart so he could pull her pants down.
Her thighs had been holding them in place. He was on his knees, looking up at her beautiful, pudgy face peering over the mountains of her breasts. She smirked down at him in deliciously smug satisfaction. There were no panty hose to remove; she had outgrown her latest supply the week before and they hadn't gotten new ones for her yet. He rose slowly and circled around behind her to undo the lace on her girdle - lace was only a polite term, it was more akin to rope. When he undid the knot, the strings passed through the grommets with a distinct hiss. She sighed as her belly fell free. "And no more girdles," she half-whispered. "It's time to set my belly free." He nibbled the roll of fat on her neck in tacit agreement. The garment fell on top of her pants with a thud. He moved back around to face her and began undoing the clasps on her bra. They'd had them put on the front so she could still put it on herself and, as he pulled each one apart with a pop, he noted that she wouldn't be fitting it much longer either. As each clasp was unhooked, her flesh settled forth like rising dough, relaxing into the summons of gravity. "I'll still need bras though," she said with a grin. "A girl's gotta' have her pride...since these things would probably be hanging to my knees without one." As it was, they hung down past her navel, which itself hung right in front of her crotch.
He stepped back to survey her: gorgeous face with bulging cheeks and pursed lips, thick jowl pressed against her upper chest, the rolling fat of her biceps - if one could still call them that - emerging from her bulging shoulders and rolling over onto her swollen forearms, the striated flesh of her chest pulled to shining tautness as it struggled to support the blue-veined mass of her hanging breasts perching atop the stretch-marked vastness of her distended belly, her thighs, pebbled by the compression of the cellulite encasing them as they emerged from the lower fold of her stomach in partial obscurity, dimpled knees, ham-like calves, swollen feet...an overfed goddess in the flesh.
The reinforced frame groaned as she plopped onto the bed, spilling the contents of the bag against her leg. She reached over, picked one up and was about to put it in her mouth, but stopped. She held it out to him. "Feed me," she said.
It certainly wasn't the first time she'd asked him, but there was something different in her voice this time. She was always playful when he fed her, giggling and joking as he helped put loads of fattening treats into her eagerly awaiting mouth. But this time she wasn't playing; she sounded dead serious; she sounded intent. He gingerly took the pastry from her hand and held it to her mouth. She took half of it in a single bite, chewed it four times and gulped it down. Leaning forward, she bit at the other half, snatching it carefully but quickly from his fingers - another two seconds and it was gone. "More," she demanded.
An hour later the bag was emptied and she was filled. He'd never seen her quite like this before. She'd obviously stuffed herself before leaving the restaurant, and had somehow devoured pounds of pastries on top of it. It was an unprecedented performance and he'd loved every moment of it. She was collapsed back in the bed, propped up by pillows, exhausted, half asleep and taking short, labored breaths.
"Are you all right, baby?" he asked.
She peered at him through half-closed eyes and answered, "Never been better...should've done this...a long time ago."
"Done what?" he questioned.
She smiled a tired smile and said, "Eat like I...really want to...no reservations...not thinking any about....the weight...just eating....REALLY eating."
"What have you been doing up to now?" he asked in genuine disbelief.
She held a fat hand up to her chest and let out a long, hissing belch. "Thank goodness...that's better...whew. Baby, I've just been...getting warmed up. You ain't seen...nothing yet."
She quickly proved herself right. At work, she began eating so much that Lena actually began charging her for some of what she ate. Randi proposed the novel solution of taking her pay in food. She'd work and Lena would feed her. We didn't need the money, so it worked out the best for all concerned. But Randi also wasn't one to be shortchanged, so she tried her best to eat every bit she possibly could. Lena got the food at wholesale but, even so, Randi managed to stay pretty even with her. At home, she mostly sat around watching television and nibbling on snacks. She was saving her room and energy for her work day - and she definitely needed it. Just about everything on Lena's menu was loaded with calories. Truckers and cops aren't exactly interested in tofu and alfalfa sprouts - they want biscuits and gravy, country fried steaks, eggs, sausage, pancakes, hamburgers, fries, and such things. Lena catered to them without reservation. Randi plowed into the fattening fare like a woman possessed. Every chance she got, she shoveled something into her mouth, often eating while she was cooking a customer's food.
The weight began piling on at a breakneck pace. In the next month, she gained seventy-five pounds, putting her within easy reach of a quarter ton. Some days it seemed like he could actually SEE her getting fatter as he watched her work behind the counter. More weeks passed and the 500 pound mark passed with them. She grew so fat that she actually had to stand sideways while working at the grill because her breasts or belly might get burned otherwise. Customers began riding her about her weight, offering all manner of fat jokes, but she'd take them all in stride and keep stuffing her face. She claimed that, if they were going to talk, she might as well give them something significant to talk about - and she was becoming more "significant " by the day.
4 He still continued giving her periodic suggestions while she slept, encouraging her fascinating gluttony, but he also began feeling like he was preaching to the choir. She had taken over, and no hypnotic summons could have pushed her any further than she was pushing herself. As she continued to grow, he became increasingly consumed by lust for her - something he thought impossible. The only thing that rivaled her lust for food was her increasing desire for sex. She was constantly seducing him. Often, she would wear tight clothes that she had outgrown and then give him a show. Bending over in front of him her massive mams would strain the buttons on her shirt until they shot off like bullets - her towering tits bursting free in a cascade of fat. Then she would get down on all fours (no small task at her size) and crouch with her ass towards him. Her elephantine rear would strain the seams on her pants until they gave way in explosive rips, revealing her veritable acres of quivering, bare flesh. They would end up in the bedroom where she would attack him, freeing his dick and then lowering her massive weight down and taking his turgid inches deep inside her. Her belly would bear heavily on top of him as he sucked ferociously at her bloated nipples. When he was on top it was as if he were riding a great tidal wave of female flesh, each thrust sending ripples through every verdant inch of her body.
And still she grew; he watched in utter amazement as Randi continued her startling metamorphosis. Supposedly shocked into utter submission, her metabolism shifted, becoming ever more efficient at turning everything she consumed directly into fat.
As a result, though she seemingly ate the same, she gained 82 pounds in another scant month. The one after that she nearly added another hundred, putting her well over the 700 mark. He was ecstatic that she kept glutting, but he was also getting increasingly worried about the consequences. The mounting weight was reducing her ambling waddle to small shuffling steps. Besides that, the lion's share of her new fat was going just where she didn't need it - in her breasts and belly. She was becoming so front heavy that she actually had to lean backwards to balance her weight while standing, which put considerable stress on her back. The combined pressure of her perpetually full belly and the strain of lugging around over a third of a ton of fat, made it hard for her to keep her breath. Simply put, everything was becoming more difficult. He began considering calling an end to it. After all, he had his dream woman - more than he'd dreamed of, actually - and he didn't want to lose her by idly watching her eat into oblivion.
But there was some ineffable pleasure he experienced while watching his lover continue towards the outer limits of fatness - and he would inevitably find himself beside her sleeping form, whispering encouraging words into her mesmerized ears. He relished every nuance of her gain; her face growing so fat that her cheeks were actually beginning to narrow her eyes and purse her lips; her neck so thick that she had to turn her massive shoulders to see behind her; her arms so huge and bloated that she could scarcely lift them above her head; her breasts so large that they had been pulled into teardrop shape by their own weight, so bottom heavy that when she was dressed they looked like part of her colossal stomach, a gut which hung down past her knees, roosted over the wagon-wheel width of her thighs. Though not in proportion with her front side, her ass had also become immense - a rounded shelf of quavering flesh that hung behind her like a living cliff. All of this made it harder for Randi to function, but he was more than willing to do whatever was needed to keep her comfortable...and satisfied.
As she reached and passed the 900 pound mark, it finally got to the point that she could no longer get out of bed on her own, so he'd help her. To him, it was a treat. Maneuvering her mammoth stomach to the edge of the mattress took considerable effort from both of them. Once there, he would cradle and lower it slowly towards the floor like a precious cargo. Then he would gently help her push each gargantuan breast forward on top of her hanging belly, watching as their weight settled into place and formed deliciously deep furrows in her upper chest. In rapture he'd take her loaf-like hands into his, helping her rock slowly back and forth until, after gaining enough momentum, she would press to her feet in one mighty exertion, bringing her immense poundage to full bear. She'd become so soft and blubbery that it all had to be done very carefully; she was so fat that her body threatened to burst her own skin, a thought which drove him to new heights of fantasy. Clothes had become a mere formality. No bra could support the poundage of her breasts without tearing into her shoulders, so she merely wore a tube-top like contraption that, while it offered no support, kept their pendulous motion under manageable control. She didn't wear underwear anymore because she was too huge to bend over and pull them down. The canopies that served as her dresses left little to the imagination. After a few minutes of carrying around her astoundingly cumbersome weight, she would start sweating, causing the garment to conform to her every crack, bulge and curve. She insisted on continuing to work at Lena's even though she could only stay on her feet for a few minutes at a time. With his money and Lena's permission, a high metal stool with legs as thick as baseball bats was installed by the grill. She would use it to half sit and half stand, relieving her of some portion of her incredible weight while allowing her to cook. Even in the face of this awesome adversity, she still kept eating with complete disregard.
Because of all these things, he no longer viewed her as perfect; she was something greater than that. She was the unattainable made real - fantasy beyond form. She was his glutted goddess and he scarcely knew how to do anything but worship her...so that's what he finally did. She was just under 1000 pounds when the priest performed their wedding ceremony in the privacy of their home. She was wearing a pristine white muumuu and a delicate veil. Her wedding ring had been special ordered to accommodate her bloated fingers, but it fit perfectly. It was a small ceremony, just close friends and some family, and it was all they needed. Even with such a small audience, more than a few comments were muttered when they saw how she dug into her wedding cake. He had ordered one that was supposed to feed seventy-five people even though there were only fifteen at the ceremony. He believed that his new wife was entitled to one last binge. They decided to spend their honeymoon at a first-class hotel down the road. At her size, Randi wasn't much for long trips and she certainly wasn't fitting on any airplanes unless they let her ride in the cargo bay. He held her hand as she passed over the threshold, steadying her as she turned sideways and squeezed through. The room had already been prepared - candles scented the air with jasmine, and familiar ocean music filled the air. Not wanting to waste time or energy, she had him remove her dress as soon as she reached the edge of the bed. As her naked abundance settled onto the mattress, Randi and the bed joined in groaning. He nearly tore his own clothes off and helped her scoot back on the bed and onto her side.
She was already wet with anticipation, but he lavished over every inch of her, exploring each salty fold with his loving tongue. When they finally joined together for the first time as man and wife, he felt as if time itself were collapsing. He saw her as she had been when they first met, as if suspended within the wondrous mass of femininity beneath him. He gazed as she expanded within herself, blossoming into the splendor of the present. His orgasm was like was being turned inside out - like pouring himself into the vastness of his wife's body.
Basking in the afterglow, he waited patiently as she settled into a deep sleep. Then he finally did what he'd been meaning to do for some time. He pulled a small silver triangle and a short metal rod from a bag on the night stand and began his well practiced routine. In the customary low voice, he said, "Randi, love of my life, you are in a trance. You are asleep but you can still hear and understand every word that I say. You will listen to what I tell you and do what I ask. If you understand me, nod your head."
Her fat head nodded slightly.
"You are as fat as you want to be. You no longer have the desire to eat incessantly. You are happy at your size and don't want to get any larger. I want you to know that I am eternally grateful for what you've given me, and that I'll always love and care for you. You will want for nothing. But you have to stop now. Your appetite will return to normal and you will only eat what comes naturally to you. You are free from any suggestions I've ever given you...uh, except for this one. You will always be happy with your size, whatever that may be. If you understand what I've told you, then say 'yes.'”
"Yes," she mumbled.
He repeated the suggestions for good measure, got the same response, and then called an end to it. He was saddened by the gesture, but felt guiltless - a strange turnabout from his original feelings, he noted. There was a small garbage can beside the bed and he quietly placed the devices into it, then snuggled against the warm mound of flesh that was his wife's arm. He was beginning to drift off to sleep when he heard a chuckle. He lifted his head to meet Randi's loving eyes.
"Thank goodness you're done with that hypnotism bullshit," she said. "You make it real hard for a woman to get a good night's sleep sometimes. But screw your commands; I've got a few of my own. One of them is that, in the morning, you will make passionate love to me again, and then help me haul my fat ass to that all-you-can eat breakfast buffet I saw down the street. After that, we'll figure out where you're going to take me for treats and lunch and dinner, after which there will be more love making. I've been waiting a long time for this honeymoon and you're going to spoil me rotten."
His jaw hung open as he listened to her words. Dumbfound and speechless he simply gazed into her eyes.
"If you understand what I've told you," she said, "then say 'yes.'"
"Yes," he finally mumbled.