View Full Version : The Mad Fattener - by JP (~BBW, Magic Ray, ~XWG)
~BBW, Magic Ray, ~XWG - Serial FA stalks the city with his magical ray. Apparently the suiperheroes are all out of town - or oogling BBWs at the buffet.
[Author's note: I wrote these rather short stories a few years ago, and someone just asked me to post them again. Enjoy!]
The Mad Fattener
Julie made the last turn from the street and her hellish day at work into her parking garage. With a few more turns she's be in her parking spot, and then her apartment to soak in the tub, and maybe have some wine. Maybe a lot of wine. After traveling up three flights of ramps she pulled into her spot and killed the engine. She hated the next part of her journey. At the late hours she returned from work there was never anyone in the darkened parking garage, but the echoes from the cement always made her think someone was following her. With a sigh she grabbed her purse and attache case and started to walk toward the elevator. She first needed to open the security door and was already getting her keys out of her purse. Then came those damned echoing footsteeps. They never failed to give her the willies. She was maybe 30 yards from the door, and with the echoes it sounded like there were at least 3 people walking, and walking faster now that Julie quickened her nervous pace. 'I'm not gonna run, I'm not gonna run' Julie repeated to herself like a mantra as she got closer. But as she neared the door, was maybe ten yards away, she broke her promise and started jogging as quickly as her pumps would allow. The echoes again quickened pace. In almost a state of panic she sprinted the last few feet to the door and began the task of fumbling the key into hole, a hole which seemed to dodge and weave in her nervous hand. The echoes had stopped, and she now took a deep breath to steady herself, then put the key into the lock and twisted it.
Suddenly the door swung open inward, yanking the knob free from her hand. She saw a dark cloaked form silhouted in the doorway for a split second before a bright light like a flashbulb went off in her face. Her heart, so recently calmed, was off to the races again as she fell backwards in surprise. She couldn't see anything, her eyes were still adjusting from the flash, but she thought she could smell something, some kind of fumes. She heard the echoing footsteps, but these were from a larger, heavier tread, wearing hard soled shoes or boots. The door slammed shut, and there was a brief snap of something metallic, then she distinctly heard her keyring drop. Her eyes were adjusting and the first thing she saw was her keyring on the floor. The dark form was nowhere to be found, though she could hear the echoing footsteps heading away from her. The fumes were going away also. She scrambled to the door on her knees, not bothering to get up just yet, and fumbled for her keys. She immediately saw her distinctive purple door key had been broken off, looking at the keyhole she saw the other half wedged into the lock. 'Damn it!' She muttered as she pulled herself to her feet, twisting the door. No luck, the knob wouldn't turn.
She had no choice, she'd have to walk down to the entrance and get the security guard. She wasn't sure who that was just now in the door, it may have been just an accident, but she certainly didn't want to have to walk all the way down. She agonized over it for a few moments, then took a deep breath and headed back towards her car. Her car would be a much safer option than walking. She got the car key ready as she began to walk briskly to her car, trying to ignore the echoing footsteps, while at the same time listen for an echo that wasn't hers. It was only after the first few steps that she realized her footsteps and echoes were deeper and louder, as if from a heavier footstep. Se stopped to listen again, even stamped her foot to be sure, no those were her steps. Her feet and ankles were also getting a bit sore, as if she'd been walking all day, when she was really at her desk on the phone for a solid eight hours. She knew something was wrong when her clothes began to tighten up on her. Rushing to a nearby car, and now stumbling as her balance was faltering, she saw her familiar face in the mirror, only it was widened, her cheeks puffier, her lips fuller. Her breasts were straining in her bra, and her hips pushing hard against her belt. 'What's happening to me?!' she screamed. 'I'm getting fat! Help me! Somebody!' As she screamed she could see herself in the reflection of the windshield, and even through the distorted image of herself she could tell she was getting fatter. Her clothes were becoming unbearably tight. In desperation she began to tear and fumble at them with her fat hands. First she tried to unbutton them, then she just teared at them in her haste to get them off so she could breathe easily. First her blouse and bra, then she whipped off her belt and began pulling down her pants. Her pants were pulled tight like spandex on her and it was incredibly difficult to get them off of her doughy thighs. The best she could manage was to pull them off of one leg, before she fell to the floor, unable to carry her own weight. She slumped against the car, and it leaned heavily to one side, as her panities dug into her, and up her newly lenghtened ass crack. She was in misery for the next few minutes, trying in vain to dig out her panties, as they wedged themselves further and further into her. Finally there was a muffled snap as the elastic broke, and she was able to pull the broken undergarment out of her fleshy folds. She could now catch glimses of herself in the car across from where she lay, and it ocurred to her that this was because she was becoming so fat that she was actually swelling into view. Her arms had become so heavy they were nearly useless, her breasts so wide and massive they flopped over to either side, and grew wider and heavier still. Her stomach kept rising, and she could feel her neck lose mobility as chins piled on top of chins. She was in no discomfort now, even the cold garage floor had warmed with her mass resting on it, and she felt deliciously tired. Despite the panic and outrage she had felt so recently she found her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. With one last look at her swelling body she fell asleep and began snoring heavily.
Footsteps began echoing again, towards the sleeping giantess. She had stopped getting fat now, and when the dark cloaked figure approached, she was peacefully asleep, as after a Thanksgiving meal. The figure smiled behind the gasmask, and raised a camera to take another picture, this was the 'After' shot, and far more beautiful than the 'Before' shot taken as Julie had opened the door. The figure estimated that she weighed more than 700 pounds now, her weight gain had stopped shortly after she fell asleep. When she awoke in the morning the world would see the first of many 'Afters', and none would be so pitifully small and dainty as this first one.
The Mad Fattener Part 2
The news had a field day with the discovery of Julie, she even beat the missing intern in Washington for the front page, unfortunately OJ Simpson's newest legal victory proved more newsworthy than her spectacular weight gain. Once they had draped a sheet over her the pictures were taken and the story given to the latest edition. She was discovered by a woman on her way to her job at an office supply warehouse, Julie happened to be leaning against her car. It took ten firemen and paramedics to lift her into a riot truck so she could be taken to the hospital. The newspaper said she was healthy and comfortable, though further tests were needed. She said she recalled seeing a bright flash and a dark figure, and also smelled some kind of fumes before it all happened. The police were on the lookout, but they had little confidence that anything would come out of it.
Amy and the ladies at her office had something new to talk about now that this happened. The consensus around the break room table was that this was some kind of hoax, who could gain that much weight in just a few minutes? The woman was probably always that fat and just looking for sympathy. Amy then went back to her favorite topic; herself. Recently she had to stay at a hotel while her condo under went some remodeling. She loved to go on and on about the great expense of the remodeling, and how put out she was by it all. It was a tired story, and the others kept returning to the fat girl story, but she wouldn't have it. Soon enough the break was over and it was back to work.
Once work was over Amy headed to her favorite restaurant (Hardee's) for a Caesar's salad, and then it was back to her hotel. She drove by the Radisson where she'd said she was staying, and kept on til she made it to the Comfort Inn. She scanned the parking lot once she parked, and then quickly headed to the entrance. She stopped at the front desk to check her messages, and arrange a wake up call, and then walked towards the elevator. It had been broken the last two days, but looked like it was OK now. There was a janitor nearby, holding one of the doors open so he or maybe she, Amy couldn't tell, could wash the doors. When she reached the door, the janitor had bent down to wring out the rage, and Amy stepped in and hit the 4th floor. There was a second's pause before the button lit, and the door slid shut. She caught a glimpse of the Janitor from the front before the doors closed, but the person was wearing some kind of surgical mask. Good thing too, there seemed to be some kind of fumes, a strange smell, probably from the cleaning bucket. When the doors closed, the 'janitor' stepped back and put the "Elevator Out of Order Sign" back on it.
The doors had been closed for a few seconds but the elevator still hadn't moved, and the fumes were becoming a bit stronger. She covered her mouth with her hand, and that's when she noticed that her hand seemed to be retaining water. That was strange, it wasn't her time yet. Her belt seemed tighter too, she'd have to see a doctor about this, maybe go back on the pill. She pressed her other hand against her stomach and was amazed at how far her hand sunk in. Her bra was also digging into her. She looked at herself in the shining polished walls of the elevator doors and was visibly getting wider! She stepped to the buttons and began to frantically push her floor, then the door open button, then all of them. They didn't light up or respond in any way. Meanwhile she had to get out of her shoes, the straps were too tight, and she was losing her balance on the high heels. Her belt, which was more of an accessory than anything else, snapped off as her waistline tripled in size. She fell back against the wall as her rear took on more weight than any other part of her, it kind of ran in her family, but never to this extreme. "Help! I'm trapped in the elevator! Help!" Amy screamed. She lurched forward one more time and tried to dig her fingers into the crack of the door so she could pry them open, but it was no use. She fell backwards again to the opposite wall, and then slid down slowly until she was sitting. She didn't have far to slide, her ass had gotten so huge. Her dress was so tight on her, she looked like a flowered bean bag. Meanwhile there were muffled snaps and pops from under her dress as her underwear finally shredded. She wasn't able to lift her arms anymore, and just sat there spreading in every direction, weakly calling for help. A few minutes later her hips touched the walls to either side of her, and she still kept growing fatter. Now she could hear protesting groans from the elevator, and it was shuddering. Looking up as much as her swollen shoulders and multiple chins would allow, she saw the plate above the buttons which read 'Weight Limit 850 Pounds'. She was stunned, but only slightly, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. There was a sudden lurch as the elevator dropped ten feet into the basement, with screams of steel and snapped cables. It didn't hurt, but woke Amy up again. The safety features of the elevator made the fall softer, as did her new cushioning. Her body was flush against all three walls now and her stomach was just touching the elevator doors when they were wrenched open.
Amy was too tired to speak, she was barely conscious of that janitor person still wearing a mask, who dropped a crowbar, and then reached above the door to remove a panel, and take out a small instant camera. There was already a picture taken, and the janitor took that and showed it to Amy, it was her just a few minutes ago just after she stepped into the elevator. Then Amy dozed off once again.
The Fattener took a long loving look at this newest creation. She was probably just over a thousand pounds, she'd need to be to wreck an elevator like this. The Fattener brought the camera up and took an 'After' photo of Amy, wedged into an elevator like swollen fruit. 'Not bad.' thought the Fattner 'but still far too skinny'.
The Mad Fattener Part 3
"...the second victim was discovered at around 10PM at a local Comfort Inn where she was staying as her house was fumigated. She is in good health, but weighs a staggering 1100 pounds according to a factory scale. She was found wedged in the elevator which was down for repairs, her sudden weight gain actually caused the elevator to drop to the basement floor, the fall didn't injure her, but it took more than 9 hours for rescuers to get her out of the elevator and to the hospital. Both victims recall someone being at the scene, but failed to give a useful description that could help the authorities. Both described smelling a chemical of some kind but that's it. Forensics experts are baffled, there is no known chemical that can cause such massive weight gain. In other news..."
"That is so weird!" said Marsha as she changed the channel to Blind Date.
"Yeah it's like a horror movie! 'The Mad Fattener Strikes Again!'" Said Sherise as she looked out the window. The girls had ordered a pizza, and the thirty minutes-or-it's-free policy was almost due. Still no pizza man. The rest of the girls; Tracie, Gina, Leslie, and Michelle were all milling about, some studying for college exams, others talking.
About three blocks away a pizza delivery boy made a stop, grabbed a box and the bread sticks and ran to the house, leaving his car door open. He stopped for a second to check his change. During that moment he thought he saw a shadow move towards his car, and he debated moving back to close his door, but then he thought better of it, the deadline was coming up, and if he blew another one he'd have to pay for the pizzas. As he ran to the door and rang the bell a shadow did detach itself from the nearby bushes, and darkened the open car door for a few moments, and then dashed off. A few seconds later the pizza boy ran back and actually jumped the hood of his car and sped off to his last delivery, he had less than two minutes.
One minute and forty five seconds later the doorbell rang at the girls' house. Sherise ran to the door and opened it up. "30 minutes!" she exclaimed to the pizza boy who almost jumped out of his skin when she suddenly appeared.
"Uh...not by Pizza Time's watch. I made it by 15 seconds." He held up a stopwatch as proof.
"Oh don't give me the that garbage! That was a half hour!" she yelled.
"Don't give him a hard time" Leslie called from the living room. "He probably has to pay for any free pizzas!". The pizza boy nodded his head. Sherise, scowled and then handed over the cash. The pizza boy sighed, he got screwed on the tip, but at least he didn't have to pay for the pizza. He waved bye after he gave them the pizza box and ran back to his car.
Sherise brought the pizza to the living room, Tracie was bringing in the paper plates and Gina had the soda and cups. Sherise opened the box as everyone stood near to get a whiff as the steam wafted out. It took awhile for the girls to decide on what they wanted, they went with half cheese and half pepperoni. The cheese was a little strong apparently, a couple of the girls held their noses after that initial blast and then plates were handed out and the girls dug in, each grabbing a slice or two. Then they all sat down to heckle the couples on Blind Date.
"Mmmmm...I love pepperoni." said Marsha as she shifted in her seat and untucked her shirt. She was feeling a little bloated. An observer, and unbeknownst to the girls there was an observer watching from outside, would have noticed that most of the girls were shifting in their seats or adjusting their clothes. The fidgeting was increasing as second and third slices were eaten.
"Tracie, are you putting on weight?" asked Gina as she pulled at her bra again.
"Me?" she practically shrieked "Look at you!" Tracie said as she tried to pick her panties out that were giving her a huge wedgie.
"Yeah, Gina you might want to make that your last slice." said Leslie who's belly just bulged out from under her t-shirt. At that sight all the girls stopped eating and took a good long look at each other. That was when they suddenly realized what was happening, and the strange smell of the pizza when they first opened it up.
"Omigod!" shrieked Sherise. Sherise started struggling to get up up but her clothes were getting too binding, she fell back down onto the couch next to Michelle. Michelle was in her PJs and they were already tearing from her new bulges and fat. There was a sudden POOF noise from underneath Leslie. The beanbag she was sitting on burst and white stuffing flew everywhere. Leslie's ass was now so big that the bright blue bag was almost completely covered. Gina, Michelle, and Sherise who were sitting on the couch first broke the armrests on either side before the couch collapsed, spilling the three inflating co-eds to the floor. Marsha and Tracie were each sitting in their own easy chair and they suffered similar results as their chairs collapsed and crushed under the sudden weight gain. The girls were all helpless as they packed on the pounds with each passing second. The girls futilely tried to adjust their clothes and take them off, most of them were past the point of being able to move, and simply had to wait for their clothes to burst off. The floor groaned, but held. After a few more minutes the floor was literally covered with their flesh. The furniture they'd been sitting on and around was nowhere to be seen, covered by their still expanding bodies, the pizza was now plastered to Gina's underbelly. The girls were quickly falling asleep as they became incredibly tired and sleepy.
The door opened and the girls who were still awake managed to see a dark cloaked figure enter before they too fell asleep. The floor groaned and creaked with each step, it would probably hold though. The Fattener stepped around their still bulging bodies toward the TV. The Fattener poked around the bric-a-brac on the TV until the figure grabbed a framed picture that had all the girls posing in front of this house. The Fattener had the 'Before' picture. The Fattener then turned and began the arduous task of framing all of the girls in one picture. Fortunately it was a panoramic camera, after the Fattener stepped back by the doorway the girls were all in it. A click and a flash and the Fattener was out the door. The chemical must have been enhanced by the heat and steam the Fattener decided, those girls were almost just right, they were each quite a bit heavier than the elevator beauty. They were almost fat enough...
The Mad Fattener Part 4
"Mrs. Mayor have you talked with the FBI yet?" asked one of the many eager reporters on the steps of City Hall.
"Yes, I have consulted with them, they have sent files on individuals such as this one, and also advice on how to handle chemical weapons. By the weekend we expect to have some of their agents to help us. But I don't think they'll be necessary."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm confident we'll have caught what you media have dubbed the Mad Fattener by then. Thank you." Flashes went off as the Mayor stepped down from the podium. One of her assistants stepped forward to let the reporters know there would be no further questions. The mayor was escorted to her limousine where inside the chief of police, the mayor's long time friend Margaret Flannigen was waiting.
"Nice speech Sally. I especially like the part where you told them our plan of attack, this nut case now has a few more steps ahead of us." Margaret adjusted her trench coat, and touched up her make up in her compact. They were both young for their respective positions, only 36, but were highly qualified.
"Oh zip it, Margaret. You know that's what the press wants to hear, I didn't tell them anything important. So what do you have for me?"
"Well I went over the files from the FBI, they sent some pschological profiles and such. They also sent some websites to get me a better idea. They're calling this Mad Fattener a 'Feeder'. Someone who gets off on making people fat."
"There's actually a word for this sicko?"
"Well, other feeders are content to merely read about it, or practice with a willing partner, just feeding sessions and sex usually. But take a look at this website." Margaret handed a laptop computer linked to the limo's phone over to the mayor. The mayor looked at the screen to see what looked like hundreds of downloadable files, maybe they were stories.
"'The Weight Room'? What is this? Some kind of adult website?" Sally asked as she continued to scroll down the page.
"Yes, for feeders and FAs or Fat Admirers. Some of the stories are just about sex with big people, others are about feeding, and still others bear a striking similarity to what that whack job is doing. Many of the stories involve someone being tied down and force fed to huge size, others have some kind of magical or science fiction type of formula which makes someone real fat, real fast. Right now my assistant is going through all of them to see which ones are the closest. It's a longshot but maybe our sicko is one of the characters in the story, or perhaps the writer. I'm particularly interested in this author called JP. Every story is about someone getting fat against their will, often with sci-fi themes, and they're usually women. And he makes 'em big."
"How big?" asked the mayor. She had scrolled down to the point where she saw this JP's story listing, there were at least 10 or more, one of the larger sections from any one author.
"One of the more recent stories he wrote about someone hitting more than 10,000 pounds."
"Jesus. Who would get off on this stuff?" asked Sally as she continued to scroll through. She then handed the laptop back to Margaret.
"I'll leave you this file, it's what I've come up with so far." said Margaret, handing the mayor a manilla envelope. She then exited the limo which was still parked in front of City Hall and headed to her own car parked across the street. When she got in she could see there was a message for her on the radio. "This is Margaret." she said as she picked up the mic and thumbed the button. Larry from dispatch immediately came on.
"...been trying to reach you for 5 minutes. There's a building down town on 4th and Main, we think a chemical spill or something may have happened."
"Alright I'll be right there, get the fire department and make sure that we have gasmasks." Larry gave the address and Margaret turned on the siren and drove off.
At the scene there were already a few fire trucks parked over half a block. Margaret could see the building they were talking about, it was an abandoned 4 story building and the lower floors had wispy smoke pouring out of them. She saw that some of the police and firemen were milling about without gasmasks, careless she thought, but obviously none were getting any fatter. She got out and a police officer who was wisely wearing a gas mask ran up to her and handed her one.
"Chief you should put this on right now!" the cop said pressing it to her hand.
"That's OK. Thanks, but it's not that dangerous. Get those people back over there." Margaret pointed to some rubber necking people over on the side walk and the cop ran over to them yelling to get back. She could smell fumes in the air, but they were strangely familiar to her. As they burned her nostrils she recalled a trick that she and the mayor herself had pulled on another sorority. They dumped ammonia and bleach into a bucket and left it near the house's central air. It makes a horrible smell that lingers forever, that's what this reminded her of. Just a prank then and probably a prank now. She went up to one of the firemen.
"You know this is just ammonia and bleach right?" she asked.
The firemen took off his mask. "Yeah, I played a trick like this when I was in college. Being caught too long in it can be dangerous though, so we're sending some people through just to make sure no homeless people are in there. We got it taken care of."
"OK, I'll get my people out of here and out of your way." said Margaret. She turned to look for the officer that gave her the mask but couldn't see him. Come to think of it, that could have been a her, with the gas mask distorting the voice and face, Margaret wasn't sure who it was. Anyway Margaret went back to her car to use the radio. She tossed the mask over to the passenger side, sat down, closed the door and grabbed the mic. "All units in response to chemical spill at 4th and Main, stand down, firemen have it under control. Repeat, stand down, the firemen have it." Margaret then pulled out a tissue and blew her nose, her nostrils still burned, and turned on the fan for some recycled air.
She noticed at that point, now that her nose was clear again that she was still smelling something strange, a chemical type smell. She also thought she felt her chest tightening up a bit. "Oh crap!" She yelled and frantically reached over for the gas mask and put it on, trying to take slow deep breaths like she was supposed to, to prevent hyper-venthilation. After just one breath though she gagged as her she inhaled a lungful of whatever was causing the smell. "It's coming from the mask!" she choked as she fumbled with the strap. Meanwhile in her panic to take it off she had actually taken a few deep breaths more of the stuff, before her strangely heavy hands were able to undo the straps and pull off the mask.
There was no doubt that this was the gas, she could feel her clothes getting tighter already and her breasts were even pushing against the steering wheel. Meanwhile the gasmask was still emitting fumes, and Maragaret couldn't seem to hold her breath for the panic she was in. She fumbled with her clothes, undoing staps and the holster for her gun as first the seat and then the car began to groan under her increasing weight. She was filling up the driver side completely and also starting to fill in the passenger side with her widening hips. Finally she got one fattened hand onto the door handle and pulled, the bulk of her expanding thighs propelling the door open. She also managed to take off one strap on the gun holster she wore as she lurched with all her might out the driver side so she wouldn't be crushed by her own bulk by the steering wheel. She flopped out of the car with all the grace of a walrus hauling itself out of the water. That was the last of the movement Margaret was able to make. She was flat on her back looking backwards and slightly upside down at an alley. She thought she saw a steady pin prick of red light in there somewhere up high. She could still smell the fumes looking out of the car, but there was only enough for one more whiff. Now there was nothing more to do but wait as the pounds packed on at an inhuman rate. She tried calling for help, but she was so tired, and her clothes were so confining she couldn't take a deep enough breath to make it heard over the firemen's sirens. There was a series of pops and tears as she finally burst out of the clothes.
To the Fattener who was taping this from the alley, she looked like she was emerging from a chryasalis, fat, pink and oh so beautiful. She had gotten a more concentrated dose than anyone so far, she was going to become huge compared to the previous ones. People now began to gather around the helpless police chief who was wider around than a child's wading pool, and still getting fatter. Her Breasts had flopped over and were pinning her enormous hamlike arms, the nipples and aeriolas widened to look like saucers. Her calves and thighs were dripping with fat even to the point of over lapping her feet. Her belly rose so high it was obscuring the steering wheel of the car, and pushing hard against the open door, and she was actually laying on the street. Firemen came around at this point to get the crowd back. She had stopped gaining noticeably now and was sleeping peaceully just as all the others had been. The firemen were in absolute awe. Some had seen the previous victims, she easily topped them all. They guessed weights back and forth as they covered her with blankets, they agreed on around 1800 pounds when they saw it took 3 blankets just to cover her.
The figure in the alley climbed up the fire escape to retrieve the small video camera. Then the Fattener slipped unnoticed past the crowd, pausing only to purchase a paper at a newspaper vending machine. On the cover was a photo taken this morning at another press conference, this one had the formerly thin police chief Margaret Flannigan vowing to catch the so-called Mad Fattener.
09-16-2006, 01:59 PM
You might want to space out your paragraphs more, it's kinda hard to read at some points.
Also, don't forget to indent.
09-16-2006, 07:40 PM
Also, don't forget to indent.
Uh, none of the stories on this board are indented, because you can't do that on these forums. Don't unnecessarily nitpick others.
You might want to space out your paragraphs more, it's kinda hard to read at some points.
Also, don't forget to indent.
Wow...I'm not used to receiving grammatical critiques for my stories. Not trying to brag but my style is usually the most grammatically and stylistically correct on most boards.
Having said that, you're right, more paragraphs would make it easier to read. I can't indent though as was pointed out.
09-18-2006, 01:24 AM
Your periods should be more circular.
Your periods should be more circular.
You noticed that?! DAMN!!!!
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