Scott's Revenge


Ah ha: weight gain as revenge. It may not be a plot that all fat admirers feel comfortable with, but as any perusal of amateur FA fiction will show, it's a popular one. I suspects its roots lie in adolescence, when both attraction and hostility towards the attracting sex are most powerful. "Scott's Revenge" is my contribution to the form; the story existed for years as a personal fantasy before I put it down on paper. Writing it as an older (but not much maturer) man, I tried to temper the revenge motif. It still comes through pretty clearly, though.

Like many of my early stories, "Scott's Revenge" opts for the "realistic" approach. No magic spells or potions in this 'un, folks, though, the heroine's gain is still pretty fantastic. Written for the men's market, the piece's idea of characterization is even more minimal than my broader-based stories. In men's mags, after all, a woman is primarily characterized by how hot she looks, the male by how horny she gets him. At least half of this (fairly short) story is devoted to foreplay 'n' sex. I still think the dressing scene is pretty sexy.

The story was my first attempt to branch away from the limited market of BUF (and its sister mag, Gem). As such, it was a modest success: I moved up a tier by selling it to the better paying Juggs and I've periodically appeared in that August title since. About the only editorial feedback I've received was editor Dian Hanson's directive that I coarsen up my language in the future. This I dutifully did (the version here retains its original voice, however).

"Revenge" (retitled "A Weighty Revenge," perhaps to aid those readers flipping through the mag in the store) appeared in the October, 1989 issue of Juggs. It was my first story to be illustrated by the wonderful FA artist Ned Sonntag. I love his rendering of the story's heroine (looks like a larger version of Stupefyin' Jones), but for some reason, Ned drew Scott like he was a card-carrying member of the Church of Subgenius. The graphic has been reprinted several times on the web, one of the few Sonntags to so appear.

Outside of some small tinkering (I can't help myself!), this is as the story was written.


November, 1997

-- Wilson Barbers