The Stepfather - by Da Games Elite (BBW (multiple), Eating, Insanity, ~~WG

[Da Games Elite]

BBW (multiple), Eating, Insanity, ~~WG – When a somewhat deranged FA marries into a new family, he manipulates things for his pleasure.

[Author’s note: This story is inspired by a very similar movie with the same name. The movie is about a psychotic man who courts single mothers, marries into their family, and kills them. I had a weird dream after seeing it (maybe it was the popcorn…?), and this is an adapted version of that dream. Enjoy!]

The Stepfather
by Da Games Elite


Prologue

The man looked at the two-floor cabin as it caved into itself. He laughed to himself as he placed his hand on a rock. In his other hand, he grabbed a sharp dagger. He laughed a little, placing one foot on his hand to steady it as he stabbed into his flesh. He screamed, but loved every second of it! Such is the macabre humor of the truly psychotic.

Chapter 1

Beth smiled genuinely as she walked down the aisle with her new husband, Dave. She felt as though everything was perfect and right with the world at that single moment. She laughed aloud, looking into the crowd. She saw her daughters, 22-year-old Liz, and Kate, 18, smiling back at her. They had both inherited her beautiful, slim figure and Liz had developed a large chest just like Beth had. Kate was fresh out of High Schoiol, and Liz out of college.

Dave was not Beth’s first husband. Beth had married a man before Dave, who had died in an accident a few years ago. Fortunately, one year ago, Dave had entered her life. Beautiful, charming, and rather kind to her and her children, she had been swept off of her feet.

But, as she walked down the aisle, she thought Dave’s smile was a little too broad, or something to that effect. She shrugged it off. No big problem, she assumed.

At the wedding reception, Dave made it a large, prominent point that he would cater to Beth's every single need. Beth had been touched, and smiled as Dave said his speech.

“Honestly, I’m not just saying that. Beth is, without a doubt, the greatest woman I have ever met. Even when she was treating my arm, which I had damaged in an accident, she was so tender, so kind. So full of life…” He gave her thin shoulder a squeeze, grinning down at her warmly. “I doubt I could ever not adore such a wonderful woman.”

The end of the speech was greeted with a great cheer, and Beth’s grandmother sobbing in the face of Dave’s beautiful speech. She smiled. She thought she knew, looking at Dave’s face, this was the end of her old life, and the beginning of something greater.

If only she could have really known.

Dave smiled as they ate their meal, Beth eating heartily as usual. She didn’t worry too much about food and her weight, as she never really cared about her figure. She had no idea whether or not her metabolism was strong enough to aid her digestion, mainly due to the fact that she exercised most of her calories off.

She wondered a bunch of things as Dave smiled at her, eating precious little of his own food. She wondered about things most brides no doubt wondered about: their honeymoon, whether or not Dave wanted to have kids, and the like.

Dave held her hand in his hands, smiling at her, “Beth, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve booked tickets for a cruise to Italy and found hotels there …”

Beth’s eyes widened in amazement. She jumped onto Dave, hugging him around his neck, rubbing her cheek against his, “Dave! You are amazing!!!! I can’t believe it! Did it cost a lot of money? I hope it didn’t. Oh, Dave!”

“Don’t worry about money, dear … you’re worth every penny I spend on you,” Dave said, smiling. “Besides, I’m a multi-millionaire. I can afford vacations like this every now and then …”

Beth's evening was a miracle after that. Everything around her seemed to go like a dream. A wonderful dream she never wanted to end. And to make matters truly wonderful he was including her daughters - to celebrate their graduations.

But not everyone was happy.

Story continued in post 3 of this thread

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Chapter 2

Liz, being a young adult with coillege training, wasn’t so accepting of Dave. She was trained to think and be skepotical. Sure, he was nice; sure, he was handsome, but something was up. Things seemed, to her, almost rushed.

In only one year, Dave had married into their family. And Liz had noticed how Dave had looked at her mother. When she wasn’t looking, Liz realized Dave was looking at her much like a prize turkey on Thanksgiving Day.

But she went along with it for a single reason: Dave was rich. In that one year, Dave had spent no less than $100,000 on Liz and Kate, the blunt majority of it going to Liz. This ranged from going out to eat, to buying clothing, etc.

As she peeled off her formal clothing, she looked into the mirror, admiring her beauty. Her figure was like an hourglass, with her breasts taking up a large chunk of the hourglass. Her hips were somewhat big, but she didn’t care. It only enhanced the beauty of her slender stomach. Her face was angled, and her arms and legs were firm. If you didn’t know better, you’d say you were looking at an aspiring model.

She smiled, winking at herself as she pulled on pajamas. In a few days, she’d be on her way to Italy! Italy! She smiled as she turned in, and went to sleep.

The next day, Liz packed her belongings, and went on the cruise ship. Dave smiled as the ship set sail, floating on a blanket of water into the deep Atlantic horizon.

Dave patted Liz on the back, smiling, “Don’t worry, Liz. Milan is the fashion center of the world! You’ll have a blast!”

Liz smiled to herself. Just letting herself be spoiled rotten by this new father of hers was very nice.

She spent the rest of the day swimming in the pool before Dave came to her with lunch. She smiled, getting out of the pool in her bikini to accept the food. “They served lunch already?”

“Yeah. We’ve eaten already. You were busy swimming, so we didn’t bother you.”

“What is it?”

“Chicken parmesan, smothered in cheese and sauce. Delicious. Better get used to Italian cooking, Liz.” Dave turned around, walking away to return to her mother, no doubt.

“No prob!” Liz said, looking at the food almost greedily. She sat down and then laid on her back, eating the food off her thighs. It was a pretty big plate, and she was surprised to realize, halfway through, that she was getting somewhat full. Liz didn’t want to leave any leftovers, though. She was certain this food would taste nasty if left alone for awhile.

She finished the rest of the food, and wasn’t surprised that she could fit all that in her. She placed the plate at her side, and, rather than get back in the pool, plopped herself back in her seat to sunbath.

She remained there, getting tanner by the second, until dinner was served. Kate smiled brightly as Liz returned, still in her bikini.

Beth looked disapprovingly at her, “Liz, put on some proper clothing!”

“Let’s face it, Mom, all the girls my age are wearing bikinis,” she said, smiling despite her mother’s stubbornness.

“Need salt?” Dave asked Beth, shaking a tad on her food.

“Thanks!” she said, “It needed a little.”

“Can I borrow that, Dave?” Liz asked, smiling.

“Me too!” Kate cheered, happily.

“Alright. Here you go!” she said, handing it to Kate first, “She’s younger, you know?” Her mother rationalized to Liz.

“Oh! I don’t care,” she said, offhandedly.

Liz ate everything, despite feeling full quicker due to the food she had eaten hours ago. She allowed Kate to eat almost all of the bread. Kate whined a little bit about being full, but Dave asked if she could try finishing it. She did, and smiled afterwards saying how good the food was. She was pretty, and like her older sister, umnconcerned about her weight.

Liz finished her second course dish with slight difficulty. She slowly became aware of Dave’s wondering eyes on her and her belly. She looked up, about to ask what the hell he wanted when she remembered that the amount of money she could spend on Milan’s fashion would be put in jeopardy. She smiled, “Uh, Dave, I think I’m a little full …”

“You look a tad bloated,” Dave said, smiling, “I think you’ve eaten your fill for tonight. You can go swim if you really want to.”

Liz looked down at her gut. Sure enough, it had bulged out a bit over her belt. She adjusted it slightly, sighing, “Wow …” She poked it, feeling the food gurgle in her digestive track.

As she pushed herself up, she realized swimming might be a little painful with so much food in her belly, so she decided to float serenely in the water instead.

After about an hour, with the dark night sky above her, she felt her belly softening back to its normal, petite state. “Wow … just wow.”

She had pigged out completely. If it wasn’t for swimming, she might become a cow by the end of the cruise. She sighed. This was going to be a long trip.

The next few weeks continued the same way. Liz swam, Dave gave her the meals she missed, and she ate dinner, unable to swim until the next day. And, every day, she realized she was swimming less and less.

But it wasn’t until her sister Kate dove into the pool one day that she opened her eyes, at long last, to her body.

“Hey! Liz! Mind if I swim with you today?” Kate asked, smiling brightly.

“Sure, alright,” Liz said.

Liz was doing a breaststoke when she felt a pair of soft hands holding onto her back. She was pushed down, feeling soft arms against her back. She reached behind her, and grabbed the arm. Flesh oozed through her fingers, but not much. The person who landed on her, she assumed, wasn’t fat or even pudgy, just a little out of shape. She turned up through the water to see Kate’s smiling face.

“Can you let go of my arm?” she asked.

Liz looked down at her hand. Sure enough, the soft arm she was holding onto was Kate’s. She looked into Kate’s face, as though finally seeing her after a long time. Her face was fuller, not quite cherubic but definitely not its thin self. Her body had grown softer, but she was still thin. Her thighs had gotten thicker as well. Liz shook her head as though to knock this view of her sister out of it. But Kate had gotten a little softer.

She felt her own arm, expecting to feel the firmness it always had been beforehand. She wasn’t too disappointed. She felt the firm muscles, but only underneath a small blanket of fat that oozed through her softer hands.

She stamped her foot, frustrated as she ran her hands over her waist. It was certainly softer, but nothing too terrible. “Say, do I look pudgy to you?”

“Not really …” Kate said, looking at Liz’s waist, “You aren’t going to go bulimic, are you?”

Liz laughed, “I hope not.”

Okay, maybe she wasn’t Pam Anderson-sized now so much as Beyonce-sized. Still sexy. Still very beautiful.

The cruise ended a few weeks later. Liz had taken a closer look at her family’s expanding figures over that time. Dave had not changed in the least (blast his metabolic rate), but everyone else had.

Her mother had gotten softer, without a doubt. Her firm belly had grown doughy and soft. Her arms had gotten thicker, and her thighs had begun to jiggle slightly. Naturally, the change had been slight, so Liz realized, after comparing her mother’s weight to everyone else’s, she was still no more than a size six or so.

Liz herself had gained, she realized, a total of five pounds from the start to end of the vacation. Nothing too terrible. All the swimming must have helped.

Kate, though, had gained the most. On the final day, Liz saw Kate in a bathing suit, noticing that she had developed very slight love handles. She reached out to pat Kate on the back, as though to ensure it was really her sister Kate.

As her hand patted the soft back, Kate’s rounded face turned around to smile back at her, “What is it, Liz?”

“Kate, you’ve gained a couple of pounds,” Liz said. “Make sure you don’t pig out at Milan, okay?”

“I’ve gained weight?” she asked, absolutely unaware, “What do you mean? I’m still cute, right?”

“Of course!” Liz said, smiling, “Just a little … um … well, it’s nothing too big, just get some extra walking in at Milan, okay?”

She exhaled. Now that they were at Italy, there would be no pool to swim in. They would be staying for a while here, she was sure. And they would eat Italian food. She put a hand on her still-slender waist. She was over thinking things, but still…it didn’t help to be a little worried over her belly.

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Chapter 3

Liz lay on her bed, her hands forming something of a pillow. She sighed, and scratched her now curved belly. Fat was pulled up as she scratched her stomach. She sighed. “Wow…I really am a pig, aren’t I?”

She had been in Milan for about a month, and already a total of thirteen pounds, beginning from the start of the cruise, had fallen onto her figure. Her belly had grown out a little, so now her old clothing had grown tight around her middle. Her butt had expanded a little too, but her breasts had grown out of her formerly C Cups into D cups.

She was glad now that she had D cups, as people would probably overlook her small belly. Her stomach didn’t sag yet, which was a good thing. Her thighs had gotten thicker, as had her arms. Her face was moon shaped, giving it an almost angelic quality. Nevertheless, she had gained the least amount of weight in the family (save for Dave, who hadn’t gained anything, and probably would never gain anything).

Their mother had gained the second-most amount of weight. She had grown a small belly that jiggled when she walked. Like Liz, though, the gain wasn’t that much. It was only a fifteen-pound gain for her, but because Liz was taller than her mom, the weight showed more on her. Her arms had grown soft and flabby, and her thighs, before jiggling, were now rather soft. Her butt and breasts, though, had accepted the blunt majority of the fat. Her face had grown rounded as well.

But no one could compare to Kate’s twenty-pound gain. As she was the shortest of them all, the weight had become extremely prominent. Her belly had grown out a few inches over her new clothing, which were straining against her stomach. Her arms and thighs had grown thick and soft. Her face was certainly cherubic, now more than ever. But she didn’t seem to notice or mind this gain in the least.

And neither had her mother, though Liz became more aware of the situation. Dave never mentioned their weight, and it seemed as though Liz was the only one aware of it. She wondered why. Was it, perhaps, that they didn’t care?

Dave took her shopping a few days after this revelation dawned on her. Liz looked up to Dave, asking, “Do I look a little chunky?”

“Chunky? Why would you ask that?” Dave said, as though Liz was still just as thin as at the wedding.

“Listen, I’ve put on a little weight, yeah, but still …,” Liz said, holding onto her belly. “It’s not that prominent, is it? Is it really bad?”

“Not at all, sweety!” Why did Dave have to call her sweety? It made her feel like a piece of candy. A fat piece of candy. “Girls have some changes as they grow up. And, even if that wasn’t the case, you’re bound to put on a couple of pounds on a vacation. Especially one that’s going to be at least half a year.”

Liz froze in place, “Six months? You never said the vacation is six months long.”

“Sorry! My bad,” Dave said, smiling, “The stay at Milan is six months, then we go back on the cruise to a few places in France.”

“What?! So when are we getting home?!” Liz had friends in the U.S. she’d only been communicating through with E-Mail. She had told them she had gotten chunky, but they didn’t seem to care too much.

“Sorry!” Dave said, “I thought Beth was going to tell you …” Liz had a feeling her mother didn’t even know. But, in order to preserve her shopping spree, she decided against it.

“Uh, is there a gym in Milan?” Liz asked.

“Somewhere, probably, but, like I said, you aren’t getting fat! It’s all in your head!” Dave said, smiling.

“I sincerely doubt it.”

Her stepfather’s face contorted slightly, but he relaxed in a few seconds. “Don’t worry. Things will happen. Who knows? You may just want to stay here forever.”

“Forever, huh? That’ll be the day!” Liz laughed.

At the store, Liz forgot completely about the argument as she looked for all the different styles of clothing around her. She rushed to the first blouse, and looked at its unique, trendy style. She had never seen anything like this in America before! She had to have it.

“Dave?”

“Don’t you mean Dad?” Dave replied.

She pit her pudgy lip, and said, “Okay, Dad, can I have this?” she asked.

“Sure, princess. You can buy whatever you want here. Just make sure it fits so it isn’t a waste of money.”

The last sentence made a connection in Liz’s mind: he knew she was getting fatter. And, at that, Liz had a feeling he knew she would get fatter in the future! Something was fishy, but she decided to work it out later. Now, she dove into the dressing room to see which of the fifty outfits she had picked out would fit.

She stripped to a bra and panties. She looked at herself in the mirror, shaking her head. “A little too many pounds,” she muttered, guiltily, “Ah well.”

She tried on a pair of pants first. She tried to pull them over her legs, but her flabby calves wouldn’t fit in them. She sighed, and tossed them aside. She tried a new pair that went up to her belly. She felt they fit perfectly. They looked beautiful, even though there was a slight love handle formed by the tug. She smiled, and took them off to the good pile.

She tried a shirt on that pulled too tight against her belly. One belly shirt she tried on ran up her stomach so much, it had become less of a belly shirt than a bra. She didn’t get it. She wasn’t that fat! Her stomach hadn’t started to sag yet.

She managed to find out of the fifty items of clothing forty-two that would fit. She bought them, and went out to the food court. Dave bought just as much food as Liz did. Liz finished her own quickly, but Dave muttered, “I’m not too hungry; would you mind finishing it for me?”

She accepted, still being hungry, but she wasn’t fooled. That was, by far, the lamest attempt so far to fatten her up. She knew it at once, for whatever reason he had, Dave, her stepfather, was fattening her up!

Story continued in post 6 of this thread

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Good stuff so far, very promising.

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Chapter 4

Liz hadn’t gotten any farther in the mystery even after a month went by. And, she realized as she had forced a shirt she had bought only a little while ago, she had gotten even chubbier in that month. She looked at herself. A month ago, she had had a slight belly, soft arms and legs, bigger hips and breasts, and a rounded face. Now, however, she had turned from a fluffy teenager into a chubby one.

Looking in the mirror as she pulled the shirt on to completely fit her (a task she was failing at miserably), her belly bulged over her pants into rolls that certainly weren’t there before. She wondered how she had missed those, fingering them in her pudgy hand. Her wrists and knuckles, she realized, had begun to be swallowed up in a sea of extra flesh. Her arms had certainly gotten softer. She felt her thighs. Her fingers dug into flab, and shook it in her hand. It jiggled pleasantly. She realized her face had gotten much chubbier, sporting a double chin and round cheeks. Her hair framed her face to make her look just a little robust, rather than a true butterball. She couldn’t fake being voluptuous, as her pot belly prohibited any illusion of her once hourglass shape.

She couldn’t imagine how she had gained so much in only three or four months. Something was up. Something she wasn’t getting. She had to think a little bit about it. But as she did, she felt a giant weight smash into her back. She landed on the floor, and pushed off a mound of flesh and fat that she soon realized was her sister Kate.

Kate had truly become fat. Not chubby like Liz; genuinely fat. Her porky belly formed a large roll over her pants. Her thick arms jiggled as she walked, as did her legs. As she smiled, her deep dimples formed canyons on her face. She was, no doubt, a pudgeball. Liz, despite what she regrded as the extreme excess of padding on her own figure, couldn’t deny it, but Kate was getting to the point where Liz wondered or not she had passed the obesity mark or not.

“Kate, wow …” How had she not noticed how fat she had gotten?

Kate smiled, pushing her chest up as she tried to stretch, “Hey Liz! What’s up?”

“Uh, Kate, do you think you should go on a diet?”

“Liz, you’re acting weird again.”

What was going on!? Why was Liz the only person in this entire family who noticed the girls were quickly becoming complete cows? What was wrong here?

Liz sighed. She walked up, and slapped Kate on her rotund bubble butt. She must have gained a good fifty pounds over this one vacation! Her butt wobbled fiercely, and that wave of jiggling ran throughout her entire body as a shockwave. Her belly rolled. Her arms, which were being pulled on tight by her small sleeves, even jiggled a bit.

“What was that?” Kate asked, feeling her pudgy belly.

“Your entire body wobbled. Don’t you think you need to diet now?” Liz asked, baffled.

“No, that wasn’t the feeling. It was more like your hand was hitting bone.”

“Come again?”

“I must be losing weight!” Kate said, a mixture of happiness and anxiety on her face, “Getting skinny may not be a good thing.”

And then it hit her all at once: she couldn’t sense the fat. But why? What was the mystery behind it all? What?

She walked into the living room. Her mother had become a beached whale on the sofa, lying her head gently in Dave’s lap. Beth had once been a very skinny girl with a beautiful figure. That day had ended when she stepped on the cruise ship.

Her body resembled an overstuffed pillow. She wasn’t quite as rotund as Kate was, but her large belly did spread itself out nicely over the soft sofa. Her arms were thicker, Liz realized, than her own thighs. Her double chin, now that Liz saw her profile, was good sized. She reached for her own double chin. It wasn’t nearly as big as her mother’s, and her mother’s was smaller than Kate’s!

What was going on!?

“Hey Liz,” Dave said, smiling in amusement, “How’s it goin’?”

Liz glared at him, but relaxed. Even if he was evil, she’d use him until his usefulness ended. Perhaps, if she played her cards right, she’d render him bankrupt!

In fact…

“Daddy!” Liz said, leaning on the couch behind him.

“Yeah, honey?” he responded, smiling.

“Can we go shopping some more?” she asked, grinning so her dimples dug into her chubby face.

“Well, I don’t know …” he said, frowning slightly at Beth’s soft face, “I was going to spend some time here today, and we’ve already spend about $50,000 on the room alone, not even eating out and—”

“You cook our food,” Liz reminded him.

“I have to buy it somewhere, right?” he said, smiling incredulously.

“Still, you are a multi-millionaire after all. Isn’t that right?” she asked, smiling.

His eyes flashed red with anger before calming down in a split second.

Liz smiled. That reaction meant he was going to break to her will.

“Alright. Beth, do you mind, uh …”

“Not at all, not at all,” Beth said, lifting her head so Dave could get up. “Enjoy yourselves!”

“Okay,” Dave said. “Let me just get some things ready, okay?”

“Like?” Liz asked, cocking her soft face to the side.

“Getting better clothes on, and getting money,” he responded. He was wearing good clothing, but it was the money part that made sense.

“Sure. I’ll wait,” she said, laying her back on the couch so her large belly stretched over into an ark. She realized it actually weighed her down. If it wasn’t for the couch below her, she would have fallen over.

“Sure,” Dave replied, with a curt little nod as he walked into the bedroom.

Liz glanced over to her mom. Her eyes were glazed over, as though she were sleeping with her eyes open. Perfect. She must have been busy making love to that evil son of a bitch all night long, and forgotten to sleep.

She rushed to the door, starring into the keyhole. She could see, surprisingly, a lot in the room. For one, Dave was reaching for things on his dresser to stuff in his pockets. He put what Liz realized was a salt shaker and a small cylinder that resembled one used for medical purposes into the pocket of his pants. He pushed a few credit cards into his wallet, and placed them inside of his pocket as well. She also realized, in a heartbeat, Dave was talking quickly to himself.

“Good little girl Liz is. Good little girl Liz is,” he repeated quickly over and over again before Dave pounded softly on the dresser, and changed the pattern of words, muttering, “She’s on to us. On to us. On to us.”

Again, as though in a fit, he turned around, his back to the dresser, muttering, “She’s not affected like the others. She knows about it. She sees it. Why is she seeing it!” over and over again until, out of fear, Liz backed away from the door.

What was she not being affected by? What was the matter with her? Or, perhaps better yet, what was right with her that was wrong with her mom and sister?

After a few minutes, Dave exited his room, completely calm. If Liz hadn’t been watching, she would have assumed he had been just changing his clothes and getting money (although his clothing hadn’t changed at all).

“Alright! Changed!” Dave said, clapping his hands together.

“Yeah, Dad,” Liz lied through her teeth.

“Let’s get started! We can get a bite to eat, and then we’ll go get your clothes, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Kate and your mother need new clothes too. Would you believe it?” Dave said, flashing a smile that so morally wrong she knew, in that second, that Dave, her stepfather, was a very sick man.

“Sure, Dad,” Liz said, crossing her arms over her soft belly. She felt it roll over her arms, and felt a chill running up her spine. It felt surprisingly comfortable. And she didn’t understand it at all. What was comfortable about being fat anyway?

“Off to the marketplace, then,” Dave said, opening the door.

“Yup, sure are,” Liz said, walking into her stepfather’s clutches. She felt his hand land on her shoulder, and squeeze. Once it had been bone he touched. Now her fat swallowed up his knuckles.

He grinned.

She shivered.

Story continued in post 7 of this thread

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Chapter Five

Resting on her bed, Liz realized just how fat she had gotten after an additional three months in Milan. Her vacation in Italy was almost over, and soon she would get a chance to swim, as, whenever she had tried to take a walk or run in Milan beforehand, her stepfather had restricted her, saying she got enough walking in during the shopping trips.

Her fat sprawled over her bed as she pushed herself up. She estimated she had gained about sixty pounds over one single vacation. She heaved her 186-pound body off of her bed. She felt fat. She felt as though she were just sinking into the soft bed beneath her.

There was no denying it now, she had evolved from thin to chubby to undeniably fat. She sighed, but realized slowly as she ran her hands over her soft belly that she wasn’t as fat as her mother or sister had been on that day three months ago. She wondered how much they could have gained at the time.

All she knew was that something was up. A person didn’t gain sixty pounds without eating that much more than they would normally. Because, as far as Liz knew, aside from Dave's influence driving her family to become lazier and lazier, their eating habits had not changed at all. Not only that, but Liz was getting a massive amount of exercise by walking everywhere in her shopping sprees, easily about three to four hours nearly daily. She had only worn, she guessed, five percent of what she bought. Now, of course, most of her clothes would go to waste. She wondered whether or not Dave realized this.

She sighed, feeling her cherubic face, her soft but undeniably large love handles, and finally stroked her large, thick belly. She heaved it up, holding it in her fingers. She let it plop on down, and laughed as it rippled.

“What are you doing?” she sighed, slapping herself for enjoying her belly. She had to fight Dave, not submit and enjoy it.

But something very wrong was going on. And she knew it.

She ran into the kitchen. Everyone else had packed up. Her mother was now a complete blimp. Her arms and thighs were massive, and her belly rolled thickly underneath her blouse. Liz guessed she had easily gained 100 pounds. As for her sister, she guessed a smaller gain, but due to her 4’ 8” body, it showed much, much more.

They waddled toward her, hugging her. She was consumed in their fat, completely smothered by them. She tried to shake them off, but her fat was getting in the way.

“Liz, c’mon! We have to make the ship!” her mother said, walking away.

“Uh, in a minute.”

“Okay. We’ll be in the lobby. Dave’s in the bathroom showering, so …” Beth and Kate waddled through the door one at a time, and walked down the stairs.

She sighed. Once this was over, she was using the remainder of Dave’s money for liposuction for her entire family. She turned toward the counter. Dave’s salt shaker and cylinder were there.

What a surprise.

Liz walked over to the salt container. She looked at it. Just an ordinary salt shaker, but the white powder inside of it was not quite the same shade of white that salt is. It was a little too cream colored. She shook a little on her palm, examining it. She tasted a little, and spat it out onto the floor. This was not salt. It tasted bitter, and rather disgusting. She looked at the vial. It was, she read on the label, a hallucinogen.

So that was it. Dave was drugging them with a hallucinogen. Her mother and sister were affected, but why wasn’t she?

And then it hit her. A genetic difference. Perhaps a recessive gene inside of both her mother and birth father’s DNA had been activated in her, which nullified the effects of the drug. So that explained everything.

The shower stopped.

She rushed out of the room as fast as her thunder thighs could take her. She was grateful she wasn’t fat enough to have to waddle yet. It seemed as though her leg muscles were still strong underneath all that extra fat from her walking. What was that salt? She understood why the drugs weren’t hitting her, but what was the salt?

“A weight gain substance!” she hit herself in the head. “That’s why we’re getting fatter!”

It was so easy to sneak it into their food. Just a quick little swig of salt, and there you go. She wondered whether, if the weight gain drugs were removed, the fat would disappear quickly. She assumed it might, but still, it was a gambit. He probably had extra shakers, extra containers, and the like.

But then, naturally, there was the question of why this was all happening. It was just too confusing on the whole.

“Liz! Why are you running?” Kate asked when Liz almost slammed into her fat body. She skidded to a halt, realizing she was completely out of breath. Apparently the pillow of fat did affect her ability to move at her weight.

“Nothing,” Liz smiled to herself, her dimples deep and her face absolutely cherubic. Her family would never know they were fat. She would keep them on the drug, but remove the weight gain formula. That way, they would return to the way they were before. But, as for Dave, she planned a rather interesting punishment for him.

As Dave walked down, Liz considered the possibilities. He’d probably enjoy weight gain, so that was a no. Destroy his weight gain formulas? That was a good idea. Or, perhaps, switch them with weight loss pills? That would be a fitting punishment. She would need to get some, though, first. And she’d need her own money.

And she’d need to get it in France…because, as they left for the cruise, she realized, in a fleeting second, she’d have one month more of gaining before she had a chance of reversing their gain…

Story continued in post 8 of this thread

[Da Games Elite]

Chapter 6

Liz boarded the cruise ship, and dove into the pool. She felt herself being pulled toward the surface, but still pushed herself downward, seeing how long she could hold her breath underwater. She floated to the surface, gasping for air through her soft lips. She had held her breath for about thirty seconds. Before, she could hold it for forty. It wasn’t terribly different, but still, it wasn’t good either.

Not a good sign …

Dave smiled, walking over to her with a plate. “You missed lunch. Here you go.”

“Oh, I’m not hungry right now,” Liz said, squinting up to him. “Don’t worry about me.”

Dave’s face grew contorted with anger for a split second before he broke out into a broad smile. “Oh, don’t worry. If you really want to skip a meal, that’s fine too.”

Flashing a quick smile, he said, “I’m sure Kate would love to have it.”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t care how much more Kate or her mother gained. What mattered now was stopping Dave once and for all. And, once she got ahold of his credit cards, her revenge would begin.

She swam until dinner, which she carefully ditched. She swam long into the night, when she fell asleep in the bunker. She woke up the next morning feeling crappy, though. She wiped saliva from her lips, and decided to weigh herself in the bathroom.

She had gained one pound.

“That makes no sense!” she snarled, “I didn’t even eat anything yesterday!” Her stomach gurgled in agreement.

In spite of this, she completely pigged out at the bar in the morning for breakfast. She ate three platefuls of crepes and eggs. She made sure Dave was nowhere to be found in order to sprinkle it with weight gain formula, or else things would have been a tad complicated.

She swam the rest of the day, thinking the whole time about how to exact her revenge once they got to France. She would need to wait until France. Sure, she could dispose of the weight gain formula now, but she wanted to replace it so that Dave would, unwittingly, make them return to their normal weights. She grinned in spite of herself.

She decided, from that point on, to relax a little. Her body, sleek with water, even if it was fat, wasn’t too ugly. Her friends in the States, after receiving her e-mails, were outraged by her stepfather’s behavior. One of them, Amanda, was a cyber-geek of sorts, and told her she’d search for all the information on Dave’s life before marrying them.

She pushed herself out of the pool after Dave brought her lunch, which she ate this time. She placed it on her thighs again, which had gotten much larger since last time. The plate was cushioned by her flab. She tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder to do as time passed. When she finished, she leapt up, and ran to her computer as fast as her fat legs could carry her. She sat down, and searched for an e-mail from Amanda.

And she found it in seconds.

“Liz! I found out something about Dave,” it read. Liz’s eyes narrowed. “Apparently, he has had four other families before yours! The first died in a car accident (Dave not being present), the second wife died from diabetes (the woman had no children), the third was murdered, and the fourth mysteriously disappeared. And all of them were huge! I don’t mean like how you guys are right now; I mean they were over five hundred pounds! Some were over seven hundred or eight hundred pounds! If I were you, I’d kick his ass!”

Liz stared at the e-mail for a full five seconds. Dave was going to kill her, her mother and her sister. That message echoed in her head over and over again. So he was insane; unstable. He was a threat and had to be taken care of. But, the way it seemed, he waited until they were extremely large to kill them, probably wider than they were tall. So she was safe for now. She felt her belly, which never seemed smaller than at this moment. She relaxed, her belly sagging onto her lap. But she wasn’t out of the ballpark yet. The e-mail continued.

“Also, he inherited all their money, which is where he got the millions. If you send his Social Security number to me, I’ll broadcast it on the Internet, and he’ll be ruined! Your mom has more than enough money to pay for the ride back, so don’t worry! See ya!”

Liz gulped nervously. She clicked out of the e-mail, logged off her account, and sighed. This was a nightmare, but Dave was going to be at the receiving end of the suffering now. She grinned a little, rubbing her plump hands together. He was going to pay for all the people he had killed and caused to suffer. And she would avenge them.

She had no choice.

France would be Dave’s final resting place.

Story continued in post 9 of this thread

[Da Games Elite]

Chapter Seven

The moment Liz walked onto French territory, she knew, when she poked her wide stomach, that the ten pounds gained in that single month obviously showed. She sighed as one of the largest shirts she bought in Milan was pulled tightly against her girth. She sighed. Her pants had already torn slightly, but she had sewn them together, adding extra fabric in order to compensate for her growing bubble butt. Even swimming in the pool would not help her.

And she knew why: Dave was feeding her a weight gain formula when she was asleep at night!

Kate no longer bounced down the road, although she tried. It turned into more of a jiggling hop. Her belly was now enormous. Her stomach stuck out easily six inches from her body, and people walking around her stared at the girl with either sympathy or contempt. Her mother wasn’t far behind. Between the two of them, Liz felt almost anorexic.

But next to Dave, she was brought back to Earth to reality.

“Alright,” Dave said, “The hotel is over there, so, if you would be so kind …” He began walking toward the hotel.

Liz waited a few days to get adjusted before she asked Dave if she could go for a little walk. Dave smiled back at her, “Don’t take too long. Do you want money?”

He was almost making this too easy, “Yeah, sure. I mean, all I need are bills, nothing too much.”

“Here’s some French money,” Dave said, handing her a wad of it, “Buy yourself some clothing, why don’t you?”

He flashed a smile after that statement, patting her soft shoulder.

She smiled back, but wanted to smash those teeth into his face right now! He’d ruin him, she thought, walking away.

She did buy bigger clothing at a plus size store (she never thought she’d ever walk into one of those places), but went to a pharmacy afterwards. She bought every kind of diet pill on the floor, and snuck it deep into her shopping bags underneath mounds of clothing. Dave would never see it.

And then, of course, she got a quick cup of coffee and a small meal to eat. She enjoyed it, sipping her milky coffee, but, as soon as the last drop was drunk, she paid and returned to the hotel.

“Everything go alright, then?” Dave asked as she walked in. Liz realized that she had waddled slightly as she walked through the door.

“Uh, yeah, just enough,” Liz said, feeling good-sized love handles on her side.

Later in the day, Dave took her mother out for a little bit. Liz smiled as she saw that he had left his wallet behind. Apparently, they were going for a “romantic little trip” that involved a large wad of cash. And no credit cards.

The first thing she did, as Kate was too busy watching French TV with subtitles while snacking on chocolate truffles and bob bons,, was contaminate the weight gain formula. She dumped all of the normal stuff in the toilet, making sure she found all the boxes in his cabinets. She ground up the weight loss pills, and replaced it. He’d never know the difference: they looked exactly the same.

Next, she found all his wallets, and copied down all the credit card numbers. Finding his ID, she took every bit of information from it, even his Social Security number. She grinned as she went onto the Internet, and e-mailed Amanda everything.

When she sent the message, she wondered how long it would take before the results became apparent.

Story continued in post 10 of this thread

[Da Games Elite]

Chapter Eight

The first sign was the next day when, weighing herself, she found she had dropped two pounds. She laughed in giddiness, hopping up and down to the best of her ability, before looking in the mirror. No obvious difference in appearance, but still…

A few days later, Dave got a phone call from the States. After a few seconds of talking, his face contorted into horror. “Yes, I see, thank you.” His shaky hand hung up the phone.

Liz faked nervousness, asking, “Dad, what happened?”

“Identity theft,” he muttered, “Ten different people … ten different people, ahha.” He began to laugh as though he was losing his mind.

He already lost it a while ago.

“We’ll have to return to America,” he replied, “Your mother is rich, but she hasn't anywhere near as much money as I have, haha.”

“That sucks!” she said, faking disappointment.

“Alright, I’ll find a ticket for the next cruise ship in a month.”

“Awww, too bad,” she said.

The next day, she went out again, stealing her stepfather’s money while he was gone, buying a massive amount of weight loss pills, and returning before he even noticed.

The weight loss became apparent to Liz near the end of the month. Her older clothing now fit her, and the plus-sized clothing she had bought before hung on her plump frame. Her mother and sister, however, hadn’t lost as much as she had, but they were still losing.

Dave was growing thinner as well, but with anxiety and stress over his identity theft. He had developed a habit of pacing and muttering to himself in his room repeatedly. Liz smiled over her cup of coffee. At a 170 pounds, she wasn’t thin again, but still, it was a start.

Eventually, they boarded the cruise ship to return home. She was aware of Dave desperately dumping more and more formula on their food, but to the opposite effect. He was obviously losing his mind.

Liz lost weight rapidly. In the first two weeks, she slimmed down to 140 pounds, and her love handles had grown significantly smaller. Her mother had slimmed down a good amount as well, but Kate had lost precious little.

One day as she was swimming, Dave bent down by the ledge and called for her. She swam toward him, smiling, “Hey! What’s up?”

“Well, uh, sweety,” Dave said, anxiously, “What’s going on? You’re getting too, well…”

“Thin?” Liz suggested, smiling, “Yeah, I thought you’d notice that.”

“But, what’s going on!?” Dave asked, desperately.

“Well,” Liz said, smiling as she pushed herself up out of the pool. “It has to do with getting good exercise.”

“Exercise?”

“Yeah. I was only playfully swimming before,” she lied, “So I simply increased my reps, and there you go!”

“But your mother and sister are getting thinner too.”

“Uh…seasickness? Who knows?”

Dave nodded, but his face was somewhat contorted, shaking his head after a few seconds. “No, I don’t think so.”

“What then?”

“Well, I think you have something involved,” he said, putting his hands around her arms. She felt an ample amount of flesh ooze through his fingers.

“How? I think you’re just a little stressed out,” she said, shivering slightly.

After a few seconds, he released her, muttering, “Yeah, you’re right.”

He turned around, and walked back into the room.

Liz realized that she was still shivering for ten minutes after the experience. She couldn’t get Dave’s face out of her mind’s eye. He was glaring at her. He knew. He really knew, and her life was now possibly in jeopardy.

"Well, then," she thought "I'll just have to take measure to make sure that whatever Dave has in mind doesn't happen.

[Da Games Elite]

Chapter Nine

When Liz saw the New York Harbor on the horizon, she knew today was the day. She looked at herself. She was still five pounds up from her starting weight, but, noting that she no longer sported a double chin, love handles, or rolls (simply a slightly curved belly), she was satisfied.

She looked at her mother, who had gotten sick on the trip. She too was close to her original weight, looking as though she had gained a few holiday pounds. She, no doubt, hadn’t reacted well to the diet pills.

Kate, however, looked no different than how she looked like when she walked on French soil. She was still rotund, and, if anything, had gained. Liz noted that Kate's love handles were larger than her skull was, and her waddle had grown more severe. Her once cherubic now sported a large double chin under it.

And neither had noticed anything different about themselves.

Liz sighed. Dave walked into the room, wriggling his hands nervously as though keeping them warm. “You guys feel alright?”

“Not too great,” Beth muttered, sighing, “I really don’t feel too good.”

Dave smiled, “We’ll be in New York within the next few hours. So don’t worry.”

It was night outside, Liz realized when she walked out for a final swim in the pool. She smiled. She felt great. Maybe it was possible they could make it safely ashore, then she could blow her step-father's cover and maybe her Mom would dump him

“Liz!”

Liz turned around, smiling at first as Kate, her mother, and Dave walked toward her by the pool. Dave’s hands, she noticed, were greasy. Why were they greasy?

“Well, that’s that,” her mother said, “Everything’s packed. We’re heading home.”

“Cool!”

“Oh, sweety?” Dave called.

"What for?" Liz responded.

“Come with me to the ledge a second. I want you to see the ocean,” he said, smiling.

They walked together by the ledge, leaving Kate and her mother lying in the moonlight.

Dave smirked, “I know it was you, Liz.”

She shivered instantly. .

“I found the diet pills, the written numbers, everything. You screwed up everything! And I was going to turn you into a nice butterball too.”

“I know what you did to those families. The ones you killed! I’m not stupid, I know everything about your past - families who you turned into cows,” Liz snarled. “But its not going to happen to me. "

“Why weren't you affected by the drug?”

“A genetic difference, I guess,” Liz said.

“Smart girl. Too bad you are all going to die, along with Dave.”

“What?”

“They are plenty of dead people in this world that no one knows about. I’ll use enough of your mother’s money to find a new identity, and replace Dave completely. You haven’t won yet, Liz. I am the winner here!”

“Not if you’re dead!” Liz snarled, trying to shove Dave off, but it didn't work.

“You can’t shove me off, besides this ship is about to self destruct,” he said as he showed her his greasy hands, “I screwed up the engine. If you want to live, too bad!”

Liz ran, with Dave in pursuit. Into the innards of the ship she fled, hitting every alarm buzzer she could along the way. Noting the grease marks on the walls she could tell where her insane stepfather had been, and she was faster than him. Then she saw it - a mechanism with explosives attached near the fuel tanks. Dave grasped for her but she kicked using martial arts training from school designed to repel an attacker, he fell back down the stairs. She grabbed the mechanism and explosives and ran again, away from the fuel tanks.

They were still below decks, but she knew that an explosion would only damage the ship, not immediately destroy it. She reached the door into the hold where supplies were stored, tossed the device and slammed the door shut. Seconds later a powerful explosion ripped the boat.

Scampering to the top there was pandemonium. The crew was trying to organize an evacuation and she allowed herself to be hustled towards a a life boat, but was thrown off balance as the ship listed. She landed in the water seconds later, and pushed herself to the surface. She breathed, grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

She looked around. Others were in the water too. But she didn't see Dave. Not Kate. Not her mother. She cried. Tears flowed down her face. She screamed in anger. She could have stopped it! If she had only blown the whistle on Dave before, this wouldn’t have happened!

She tried to paddle forward, but refused to leave the area of the sinking ship. She was only dragged out of the water when the Coast Guard came, and she taken ashore with other survivors.

[Da Games Elite]

Epilogue

Eventually she was reunited with her Mom and sister. Miraculously no one else but Dave was missing; Liz remembered him flat on his back after she'd kicked him down the stair and fled. Presumably he was unconscious when seawater cascaded into the engine room.

Sure, there were some injuries, and she had some major explaining to do, but no charges were filed - in fact some articles portrayed her as a fast thinking savior. It was obvious she had uncovered a serial predator. Her mom recovered from the drugged state he had her in, and her sister settled down as well.

They thought all was at peace.

But, at a cabin in the backwoods of Canada about a year later, a deranged psychopath was laughing at himself, smiling fiendishly. It had been a year since that day. He admired the torn flesh of his arm that had healed since then. Liz thought she had won, but he had had the last laugh in the end.

Liz and her friends hadn't discovered all his hidden funds. He could still create yet another identity, find another mark. And someday he might even avenge his little reversal.

"They think I'm dead? So be it!" he chortled.

[Author's Note - It may not have ended up quite like the movie did at all, or even followed the movie's plot and the motivations for the father's insanity, but I think it gets the job done. A quick little story for you. Please comment! Feedback and advice is more than welcomed!]

[BellySpongelover]

I just wish Liz had remained fat. You couldn't have written her gaining out of depression in the epilogue?

Anyway, up until Liz starts to lose I thought the story was amazing.

[Da Games Elite]

Good enough. I knew it would probably kill a little of the story if Liz lost weight, so I guess you can make your own ends for that part...unless I decide to add a second epilogue.:p

[hydraman18]

Interesting and well written story, though a bit darker than I usually like. I caught a few spelling errors here and there around chapter 5 I think. you might want to spell-check it or something, see what pops. Sorry I can't be more specific and for being a Grammar Nazi; I'm an English major, I can't help it.

[Da Games Elite]

I think the spelling errors are errors that pass through spellcheck, like words that are spelled right, but not supposed to be there (like waist and waste, one I noticed afterwards...)

[hydraman18]

One that I did notice was a little down from chapter 5; plimp instead of blimp. That's the only one I could find when I looked through again.

[Da Games Elite]

Okay! Nothing too big, then...dumb mistake, though:doh:

[Risible]

Okay! Nothing too big, then...dumb mistake, though:doh:

Da Games, just wanted to let you know I'm working my way through the editing process (you can see my "stamp" at the bottom of each post/chapter I've completed). I've corrected a couple of minor errors, like the plimp/blimp mentioned above. :)

[Da Games Elite]

Da Games, just wanted to let you know I'm working my way through the editing process (you can see my "stamp" at the bottom of each post/chapter I've completed). I've corrected a couple of minor errors, like the plimp/blimp mentioned above. :)
Thanks! I really appreciate it!

[BellySpongelover]

Second Epi! Second Epi!

[Observer]

And, as agreed, your story is now modified and restored.

[Da Games Elite]

Thank you very much!

[sugah kayne]

Enjoyed reading the story... though would love to see a sequel between liz and the step dad - sorry to the FA guys, as an aspiring writer, I think there is a good story to tell in the next 'stoush' between liz and the step dad... perhaps she realises he isn't dead and makes it her mission to find him and bring him down.


Sugah

[Silversnake418]

hey, I agree with the others WRITE A SEQUEL!!!
Although I'd say I want to see more of this the little sister

[ChubbyBlackSista]

Strange but Its really interesting I'd like to see more of this