Chapter 3

On the Thursday morning before my big date with Andrew Sansome, the scale said 159. I felt good -- on track and everything. The slice of pie I gobbled last night didn't even matter. My jeans went on -- after a bit of a struggle -- but,
after about five minutes of them biting into my gut everytime I took a breath, I decided that maybe the jeans weren't such a good idea. I pulled on a summer-y jumper instead and felt instantly better. I made a bagel with cream cheese and boiled a couple of eggs for breakfast. Mom & Dad had left for New Orleans for a couple of days and Mom left a note saying we were all out of coffee, money was in the cupboard, and I had better call her the INSTANT I got back from my date with Andy!

I swallowed everything down with a glass of OJ and headed out on my rounds for the day. I stopped at the donut shop around the corner for a cup of coffee and grabbed a jelly donut, too. I got to the mall (again) a couple of minutes later -- I was starting to feel like I lived there -- but most of the shops weren't open yet. I grabbed a seat in the coffee shop, ordered another cup of coffee and a plain donut and started browsing the newspaper. I got involved reading and drinking coffee and pretty soon, an hour had passed and the mall had come to life. So I headed for my destination -- the fat lady shops.

My belly felt pretty full and unconfined under the jumper -- it was jiggling a little as I walked and tickled when it occasionally rubbed against the silky fabric. I caught sight of myself in a mirrored storefront -- I didn't look that heavy and I wondered if I was the only one who could tell I had a big, fat stomach under that loose dress. I walked into the fat-lady shop and a saleslady came over and asked if I needed help. She was about my height, in her early thirties, I'd guess, and very pretty. She had spikey blond hair, perfect make-up, average-sized torso, and hips that looked wide enough for two women. I told her I was looking for a bra, and she motioned me to follow her to the lingerie section on the other side of the store.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass. She was wearing a long, paisley, rayon skirt, and with every step, I could see ripples and waves running through her flesh, and I wanted so badly to reach out and squeeze that magnificent blubber.
I felt really strange and really excited -- over a woman! -- so I almost walked right into her butt when she stopped in front of the bra display. I found a model that looked like it would be nice for everyday and another one -- black, with a deep cleavage -- to go under my new outfit. There were no 44DDs out on the floor, so she went into the back to look for one. I followed her intently with my eyes as she walked into the storeroom, memorizing the rhythm of her massive ass.

I wandered around the aisles of lingerie while I waited, surprised to find that they were displaying all kinds of sexy underwear, including a hunter green silk teddy that was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen. It had a neckline which plunged to the navel, edged in black, washed silk, and laced with black silk cord. The high-cut legs were also edged in the black and ended about halfway down the cheeks. The saleslady came back while I was looking at the beautiful design and laughed politely. "I don't think we have that in a size small enough for you," she said. She took me a little by surprise and I stammered, "I... I didn't realize that you had such sexy... I thought you just had...you know..."

"You thought all we had was tent dresses here, right?" She smiled and said, "Large ladies like to look sexy, too, you know. I have that exact teddy there and my husband goes crazy when I wear it." I had to keep my jaw from dropping as a vision of her colossal ass exploding out of that revealing garment came flooding into my mind. I saw her bending over and the silk disappearing into her enormous crack. My crotch suddenly felt a little warm and I started thinking, This is getting totally crazy! I must be losing my mind! I'm getting totally hot for a woman with an elephant-sized ass! She read something in my expression and said, "Believe it or not -- just like there're guys who go crazy for skinny figures like yours -- there are plenty of men who are hot for big women like me. Show me any shape woman and I'll find you a guy who thinks that that is the ideal figure."

She handed me the two bras she'd come back with and directed me to the fitting rooms. After I'd locked the door, I sat down and realized I was shaking. I pulled the dress over my head and took off my tatty bra, standing in just my panties in front of the three mirrored walls of the extra-large cubicle. The mirrors were angled so you could get a view of your entire body: front, side and rear. For some strange reason, I wanted to call the saleslady in here and say, "Look! I don't have a skinny little figure! I'm fat just like you!"

I inspected myself thoroughly. My belly was protruding over the panty waistband a little bit -- considerably smaller than it had been the other day -- but I was sure that my love-handles hadn't been this big before. Then I caught a glimpse of my ass: it was round and full, but the whole thing was probably the size of the saleslady's left cheek. A little frisson of pleasure ran down my spine as I imagined her standing in her teddy in the room with me, my hands running down the silk until it ended in the yards of soft, pink flesh...

"How are you doing in there," she said, knocking gently on the door. "Need any help?" I was surprised and quickly got the bra on, but I was having trouble adjusting the straps. "No," I said, then, "Actually, yes," I heard myself say. "I could use a hand with the strap adjustment."

I opened the door a crack and she squoze her way in. Although the cubicle was very roomy for one, it was pretty tight for two. I could feel her belly pressing against my back as she played with the adjustable straps, tugging on them,
reaching inside the cups at one point to adjust my breasts. My crotch got warmer and warmer; If she touches my belly, I'm going to explode, I thought, as I looked in the magic mirrors and watched every move of her ass, and felt every touch of her warm hands on the cool skin of my back. She turned me around to face her, like I was a little kid trying on clothes for her mom; my belly brushed against the cloth of her skirt and I thought my knees were going to buckle. I had never been so turned on in my life, and then she asked, "How does that feel?" "Wonderful," I practically moaned. "Okay then. I'll just let you finish up." She gave me a gentle pat on the side of my fleshy waist and made her way out the door. I was sweating and breathing heavily and as soon as the door closed, I climaxed with an intensity I had only ever felt on the night I met Andy, when I was lying gorged and immobilized on my bed.

Although I had pretty much collected myself, I was still quivering when she knocked at the door again. "Everything okay," she asked. "Yes," I answered. "Only... after trying on a bra that actually fits, I don't think I can possibly put
my old one back on. Is it okay if I wear this one out of here?" She laughed pleasantly, saying, "Honey, I wouldn't dream of making you wear that ratty old thing. Especially not when this one looks so nice on you. Just bring me the new tags."

I paid for the bras and thanked her, telling her that that was the nicest time I'd ever had trying to find lingerie. She thanked me for the compliment and handed me her card, telling me that I should look for her if I needed help again. My hand was shaking and my palms were sweaty as I took the card from her. "Genice DeVree," I read. "I'll be sure to remember that."

My brain was a little foggy when I got out in the mall. The food court was right across from the shop I'd just been in, and before I was totally sure of what I was doing, I was sitting down at a table, staring at the entrance to the fat-lady
store and chowing down on a large fries from Isaac's Coney Island Franks. What was happening to me, I thought. Was I losing my mind? I'm lusting after a giant-sized woman like some hormone-driven pubescent boy, having orgasms in dressing rooms, and stuffing my face with junk food when I'm supposed to be on a diet. I heard a voice in my head, way back on the edge of consciousness answering: I want to be like her. I suppressed that thought quickly, pretending I didn't hear it.

My watch said 12:15 when I saw Genice walk out of the shop and into the mall. I grabbed my package and followed her, hypnotized by her fantastic rear and asking myself, Just what the hell do you think you're doing? She stopped at the bookstore and picked up a magazine and then went into the pizza place and sat down at a table. I grabbed a seat at the counter where I could see her, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't see me. The waitress walked over to her and they talked for a minute -- she was obviously a regular -- then the waitress came and told the counterman to fix her a half a veal parmigiana hero. "That sounds good," I told the counterman. "I'll have one, too." The hero was huge, laden with paper-thin filets of tender, breaded veal, gobs of sauce and a sea of molten salty-sweet mozzarella cheese. It seemed like I barely managed to get my mouth around the hero to take the first bite when, before I knew it, the whole thing was already gone.

Genice stood up and so did I, suddenly feeling the weight of the food in my belly. I followed her back throught the mall, stopping when she stopped at the frozen yogurt kiosk. I stayed on the opposite side from her and ordered a jumbo cup like she did. I saw two aerobic-type women shaking their heads in disapproval after she passed them; I heard a little kid telling his mommy, "That lady sure is FAT!" I caught myself walking closer to the child, hoping (for some crazy reason) that he'd call me fat, too. I wanted to hear it, but, although I was sure that my belly was huge, he didn't seem to notice me.

Genice went back into her store, and I debated staying outside and following her when she went on break, but I decided that I was being altogether too crazy. So, I headed over to the record store where Jess worked and got there just in time for her lunch break. "How are you doing on your diet?" she asked. "Are you hungry? Do you want to get some lunch?" "Yeah," I lied. "I'm starving. I've been so good all week that if I don't let myself go a little bit, I'm afraid I'm going to go overboard." I patted my belly for emphasis, feeling how full it already was.

We went to Benny's where I ordered a chicken-fried steak platter with a side of onion rings and a strawberry milkshake. "Oh, what the hell," Jess said and ordered the same. "You're a bad influence," she said after the waitress had walked away. "What's gotten into you, anyway?"

"I don't know, Jess. I just seem to have no control over my appetite anymore."

"Well, if you don't do something about it -- and soon -- you're going to wind up as fat as me."

"You know what's really weird?" I asked her. "That doesn't even bother me! In fact -- and I can't believe I'm thinking this, let alone saying it -- I've kinda been thinking that I WANT to get really fat!"

"Oh, great! You finally meet a guy who's interested -- who every girl in the world would be interested in -- and you decide now that you want to be FAT! What is wrong with you, girl?"

She excused herself and headed for the bathroom, shaking her head. I watched her as she walked down the aisle, her fat ass stretching her jeans to the limit, and I fantasized about releasing her big pink ass from captivity, pulling her jeans down right there in the restaurant and letting her tremendous bottom breathe freely. The heat came to my crotch again and I imagined myself kissing and caressing her soft skin and softer flesh... My face was flushing -- I could feel it -- so I stopped myself. Banished the thought of Jess and Genice and my own belly and...

"Stop!" I told myself. I tried to distract myself by looking at the other people in the restaurant. The woman across from me, dining alone, reached under the table and unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. The woman behind me asked the waitress if she could have alittle more hot fudge on her sundae. A little girl who was out of sight whined to her mother, "I can too eat the whole thing. I want it!"


I heard Genice saying, "Show me any shape woman and I'll find you a guy who thinks that that is the ideal figure." I heard Jess saying, "Wow! I can't believe how fat you've gotten." And I heard Andy say, "I love watching you eat."

Suddenly, it all made sense! I saw Jess heading back from the bathroom, followed by the waitress with our food, and I could feel my adventure was beginning.