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09-19-2007, 05:35 PM
~BBW (Mult.), Feeding, WG Drugs, Intrigue,Lesbian foreplay, ~XWG - a young orphan girl's plan for college gets mixed up in global politics
Author’s note: This is my second story. Again, a bit long and it takes a bit to get into the weight gain theme. I am trying to make these somewhat possible, but this one requires some suspension of belief. Here goes:
The Tender Trap
Prologue: 3 years ago Christina Anderson was a mid-West girl looking forward to her first time away from home. She got a small local scholarship to Princeton University, where she majored in Arabic languages and Middle Eastern history. After her first year, both her parents were killed in a car crash, and it looked like she would be unable to continue her studies due to lack of money.
A friend told her about the ROTC program on campus which had really taken off since 9/11. She was accepted and in return for a few weeks in the summer and regular drill sessions on campus, they paid her way through school.
She never put much thought into future consequences until…
Just after the Christmas break of her Senior year, Christie heard a knock at the door of her apartment. She opened it, to find Senior Cadet Tim Brady flanked by 2 serious looking MPs, both of whom were wearing sidearms.
“Get into your BDUs, Cadet!” he said.” Boss wants to see you. Meet downstairs in 10.”
She replied, “Uh-sure I guess. I’ll be right there.” Quickly, she went into the bedroom and began to change into her fatigue uniform. She noticed that the pants seemed a little tighter than last time. Because of school workload, she had been excused from normal parades for a few months. Her final year had involved a lot of late night thesis research and perhaps a few too many midnight pizzas were to blame.
Down she went and jumped into the waiting Hummvee. No one said a word on the way. The “Boss” turned out to be the senior recruiting officer, Captain Williams. West Point, Regular Army, the whole thing. Behind his back, most of the students, including not a few cadets, called him Major Hochstetter, after the character of Hogan’s Heroes.
Dismissing her three escorts without looking up, he said, “Close the door on your way out.” He looked up and said “And you are….?”
“Cadet Anderson, sir. Most people call me Christie.” and gave a little chuckle. “What can I do for you sir?”
“Well you can wipe that silly eating grin off your face for a start. From this moment on you will be known as Lieutenant Anderson. I have orders for the Middle East for you.”
“Wha-what” she said. “Am I being drafted? Is that legal? I’m a woman.”
“Oh Judas Priest!” he said. “Do I need to explain this to you? You aren’t being drafted, just deployed. You joined the US Army when you enlisted in the ROTC program. Read your contract.”
“Says here in your file, you know three middle-eastern languages and are well acquainted with the customs and religions over there. Uncle Sam needs interpreters that we can imbed into frontline units. Women are especially valuable; because middle-eastern females will not normally converse openly with males, to whom they are not related.”
“Long story short, we will allow you until June 1 to clean up your affairs and finish your studies. Be ready to deploy then. I don’t like the way that uniform is fitting either; you’re out of shape. Get yourself to a gym regularly, in the meantime. It will be easier for you to get up to full speed over there.”
Puzzled Christie asked “Where exactly, is over there, sir if I may ask? And what does imbed mean? Will I be in combat?”
He said, “I don’t have your official orders; but I expect you will be in Iraq. You will not be considered a combat soldier; but will travel with them. You will be issued the standard M-16 carbine like the rest. You don’t have to; but if people are shooting at you, I suggest you shoot back.”
“That’s all. Go see the Medical Officer across the hall. Good luck Lieutenant! Oh yes, also give your details to my secretary outside. She will get you on the payroll, effective immediately.”
She walked out in shock and knocked on the Med Officer’s door. Once inside he made her disrobe and did the full inspection, including a pelvic. “I see the carpet matches the drapes” he said, a rather unprofessional remark to indicate that her flaming red hair did not come from a bottle.
“Okay just a couple shots and we’re all set.”
“What are these for?” she asked?
“Tropical diseases, best not to know”, was the reply. She got two in each arm and one especially painful one, in the butt.
Still trying to absorb it all, she left the room and glanced around the outer office. The whole situation began to be too much; and she began to whimper in front of the civilian secretary while trying to give out her banking information. Finally, she burst out bawling and ran for the ladies’ room, sitting there for about 15 minutes, sobbing uncontrollably.
The door opened tentatively revealing the concerned face of the secretary. “Are you alright dear?” she said, which even then sounded a bit silly because she was about her own age.
“My name’s Tracy; Tracy D’Agostini. Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” She was very gentle and her soothing voice helped to calm the situation.
“Listen” she said, “I got my lunch hour. Why don’t we go to my favorite place? I can get the rest of your information then too.”
“Sure” she said, “that would be great. I don’t want to be alone right now. “
They went downstairs and she drove them to a fancy buffet on the outskirts of town.
Christie felt out of place in her uniform, but no one seemed to notice.
“Tracy, this place is too expensive. I can’t afford to eat here”; Christie hesitated.
“Relax” was the response. “It’s on me, sort of. I’ll charge it to Hochstetter’s expense account.”
They had a long chat about nothing in particular. She was very easy to talk to, and Christie liked her immediately. She didn’t realize they were there for three hours until they went to leave.
“Good thing it’s all you can eat.” Christie had made 4 trips to the buffet, partly out of nerves and partly because she had never tasted food that good before. She also had more alcohol than she was used to; feeling more than a little tipsy, by the time they left.
On the drive back, Tracy broached the subject. “I take it you are not too thrilled about this whole Iraq thing. I don’t blame you.”
“What! But you work in the recruitment office.”
“Yeah”, she replied, “At first it was just a job. But they got my brother over there now. Things are different. I hate this now.”
Choosing her words carefully, Christie asked, “Is there any way I can get out? Can you help?”
“Maybe”, Tracy replied cautiously, “Let’s go to my place. We can talk about it there.”
“What about your boss? Won’t he be mad, you didn’t come back from lunch?”
“Nah, he looks tough, but he’s scared to death of women. I’ll just tell him I had bad cramps or something.”
They laughed and talked all the way to her place. On first impression, it was nice, but nothing fancy.
“Wine’s in the fridge, help yourself and pour me a glass.” When Tracy went into her bedroom and changed, Christie couldn’t help but notice that she left the door open; just enough to see she had a terrific body. Full boobs- maybe a D-cup, a graceful, if not flat torso and a voluptuous, but firm ass.
Her gaze lingered a bit long-maybe it was the booze. Anyway Christie was caught staring. “Tracy said take a picture it will last longer, Ha, ha, ha.”
“Sorry” she said, blushing, “I couldn’t help but stare. You have a beautiful figure.”
Now it was Tracy’s turn to be embarrassed, as she reddened and said, “You’re not so bad yourself. “
Christie lifted her t-shirt and said, “Maybe last year. But it’s downhill from here!” as she caressed her bulging stomach.
They sat on the couch and Tracy blurted out, “Okay here’s the deal. You can’t get out of your contract. The army has more and better lawyers than anyone on the planet. If they want you; you’re going-case closed.”
Christie’s eyes began to tear up again as she replied, “B-but you said you could help.”
Tracy replied, "Let me finish. The operative word here is want. You need to make them not want you! In other words, 4F yourself.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Well you have had a medical, so I assume you have no STD’s or anything.”
“NO!”, was the quick reply, “In fact I am still a virgin. I don’t even have a boyfriend. But it does give me an idea… What if I got…”
Tracy interrupted. “Pregnant? Maybe. Did they give you any shots?”
“Yeah, five of them, one in the ass, which still hurts.”
“Well that’s out then.”
“What do you mean?”
“They now are giving you female recruits Depo-Provera shots; so you won’t get pregnant during a tour. You could screw every guy on campus now and you couldn’t get pregnant for six months.”
Christie was on the verge of tears again, asking, “What can I do then?”
“Well you’re ROTC, so you already passed most of the physical and mental hurdles. You could commit a major felony; but going to prison to avoid the army is a poor trade. We can also rule out self-inflicted injury. Again, maiming yourself to avoid service is just dumb. It’s also no guarantee of disqualification. There are guys serving now with one leg for Pete’s sake.”
“There is one category left though, but it will be difficult for you.”
“Anything,” she replied desperately, “What is it?”
“Well” she said. “Ever watch The Simpsons?”
“Sure who doesn’t?” Christie replied, quizzically.
”Remember the episode when Homer ate his way up to 300 pounds to go on a disability pension? You could do that.”
Christie was a bit shocked, asking, “You’re saying I should get fat?”
”Not just fat. Incredibly fat. Morbidly obese.”
”If you are just a bit overweight, the doc’s will downplay it and you will still go. Then you will be a fat, redhead, newbie looking to get her fool head blown off on the first day. No one will even stand near you in the field because you will attract bullets like horse manure draws flies. Pardon my French.”
“So that’s it – I’m screwed.”
”No. You need to be so fat that your own doctor gives a medical excuse note. They have to accept those. Only thing is you will have to stay fat for a while, just till, the discharge is official. Probably a year. Then you’re good to go.”
”How much would I have to gain?” she asked.
”How much do you weigh now?”
“120, okay 135”, Christie confessed.
“Let’s try the scale.” When she hopped on it read 142! “You go girl!” Tracy exclaimed.
“That can’t be right,” said Christie angrily. “This scale is wrong.”
Tracy lifted her t-shirt and gently poked her protruding stomach. Then she began to stroke it gently. “Good thing you studied the Middle East because you’re living in De Nile Ha, Ha, Ha!”
“All right! I’ll do it.” Christie exclaimed.
09-19-2007, 05:35 PM
Chapter 2 The campaign begins
“So, how much will I need to gain?” Christie quizzed.
“Lets see. 150 pounds ought to do it. How much time do we have?”
Christie replied dejectedly, “I report back June 1.”
“Whoa. That’s 30 pounds a month.”
Discouraged Christie said “I can’t gain a pound a day for 5 months-that’s impossible!”
Tracy giggled and responded under normal circumstances I would agree. But we have a secret weapon-my mother.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t always look like this.” She emphasized her statement with a vogue-like gesture; which Christie found disturbingly exciting.
“I was a fat kid. In fact, I was the fat kid all the other fat kids made fun of. When I grew up and went to college, I moved away from mom’s cooking and it took years; but look at me now! She lives nearby. I’ll explain the situation and she would look on it as a challenge to her culinary arts.”
Christie said, “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Relax, my dad passed 2 years ago, and my brother’s overseas. She’s got no one to coddle. She’ll love it, and I’ll come over a lot.”
“You mean I should move in with her?” Christie inquired.
“Makes sense. Trust me. She’ll be delighted. I’m more worried she will overdo it than anything else. If it makes you feel better, we can forward your army pay to her to help with the food."
Christie said emphatically “I’ll do it!”
”Great” Tracy said with enthusiasm. “If you open another bottle we can toast the new you. I’m going to order a pizza. We might as well start now.”
“Sounds good to me”, she said.
“One more thing. Take off that stupid uniform. It doesn’t fit anyway. I have some civilian stuff that should fit you and make you more comfortable.”
She stripped down to her bra and panties and Tracy brought out some sweats, a tape measure, paper and pencil.
She said, “We might as well take some notes, so we can get a progress report.”
“Let’s see January 12. Weight 142. Bust 35, what are you a C?”
“No, B if you really must know.”
Tracy stood in front of Christie and passed the tape gently around her hips; leaving her wondering whether she was trying to either embrace or embarrass her. The wine was quickly going to her head and Christie stumbled a bit. Tracy kept her from falling; but now she had one hand on her left breast and the other with the tape on the contour of her butt.
They lingered, staring at each other, when the doorbell rang. “Mush be the peacha guy.” Christie slurred, laughing a bit at her appearance.
Tracy guided her gently to the couch and went to pay the driver. His eyes bugged out a bit when he saw the half dressed Christie sitting there.
“Have a nice night ladies!” he said, in a suggestive tone.
Tracy said, “We plan to, not that it’s any of your business.” and quickly showed him out. She came back into the living room with a huge pizza. Must have been party size.
Christie laughed and said drunkenly “I don’t shink we can eat that whole shing. Hic!”
On top of everything else, now Christie had the hiccups too.
Tracy emphasized “We aren’t. You are. Now get busy, unless you want to be eating MRE’s for the next 2 years.”
Surprisingly, she was very hungry, even after the buffet earlier in the day. Tracy ate two or three pieces just to be polite. In the same time, Christie wolfed down seven or eight. There were still three pieces left, when she sat back and patted her now bloated stomach. “Whew” she said “I’m full.”
Tracy laughed and said, “We’ll see about that.” She grabbed a piece and held it teasingly just above her new friend’s mouth like a person might do to a dog. She snapped at it as Tracy pulled it just out of reach. Twice more Christie fell for the same trick. Finally she grabbed Tracy’s hand and pulled the whole piece into her mouth. The next two went down the same way.
Christie was really feeling the effects of all that food and wine now. Tracy gave her another big glass and started to soothingly massage her swollen belly. She said, “The wine will dull the pain and help you sleep. I think I’ll have another myself”, and topped up her own glass.
Christie sighed with contentment and sucked back the wine, the last thing she remembered that night. The next morning, she woke up on the couch, still in her underwear. Tracy was passed out, snuggled up, with her head on top of her and snoring loudly.
Christie shook her awake and Tracy said, “Oh crap, what time is it?”
Christie replied “9:00am. That was great last night. I really enjoyed your support; but I must go now.”
“Forget that”, she retorted. “You wait for my mom to come get you. No backing out now. I have to leave for work, though.”
She showered and changed quickly. With a wave she said, “Say hi to mom for me”, and she was gone.
Christie staggered about the apartment for a while, snooping more than anything. She had a bit of a headache from the wine; but otherwise felt no ill effects from the food yesterday. In fact, she was surprised to be actually feeling like she was starving.
”Wonder what Tracy’s got?” she thought. She looked in the cupboards.
They were full mostly of healthy low fat choices-“Yuck” she said.
“Let’s look in the fridge.” Nothing interesting; until she got to the freezer.
Paydirt! A large container of Rocky Roads ice cream. Every woman has a comfort food stash; just in case some guy breaks her heart, even the “dieters”. She laughed, grabbed a spoon and sat on the couch.
She was about halfway through finishing it, when the door opened and in walked Tracy’s mother.
“Hi” she said. “I’m Gina!”
“You sure are!” was the response.
She was more or less everything Christie expected. Dark hair, slightly graying. Fiftyish. Short. Slight Italian accent. Black dress. Beautiful smile and captivating eyes.
Oh yeah. She was fat. Boy, was she fat. A lifetime of pasta and mozzarella had piled on the pounds. Christie estimated her weight at about 350 pounds. Her boobs stuck out at least a foot, and were maybe 60 inches around. A surprisingly narrow waist; for a woman her size. This was the teaser, for her enormous butt and hips. She had one of those shelf asses that you could use for a mantle, if it wasn’t jiggling all the time. Her hips must have been 70 inches around and her thighs were so fat; they rubbed together all the time. Gina didn’t walk, merely leaned from one leg to the other and pivoted on one foot at a time to propel herself.
Her smile was infectious and made Christie feel warm all over, despite the fact she was also sizing her up.
“So” she said. “Come here sweetie let’s have a look at you.”
Christie stood up and posed awkwardly.
“Oh my there’s nothing to you. A strong wind would blow you away. Why you want to join the Army anyway? You should stay home and make babies. My Tracy is the same way. I try to find her a nice Italian boy, but no, she wants a career.”
Christie rolled her eyeballs. Now she had an Italian yenta!
“But you girlie, now you want you should look like me. Now you are making sense.”
(A scary thought; but no choice, she guessed.)
“Come dear, clean yourself up and put some clothes on. We go to my house.”
Her house was typical for first generation immigrants. Modest, tasteful, pictures of family, including her late husband. Oh yes, and food everywhere, or reminders of it.
She said, “Go wash up. Lunch is in the oven. I’ll get it.”
When she got back there was a huge tray of lasagna sitting there. Gina said, “Here dear, let me.” as she cut a slab as big as the plate. It smelled terrific and again; Christie was surprised to be famished.
She had some excellent homemade wine to wash it down as well. Before she knew it Christie had eaten an entire lasagna and drank a whole bottle of wine.
Gina looked at her beaming and said.
“It’s good to have someone to cook for again.”
Christie wanted to say “It’s good to have a mama again”, but felt it would be unwelcome.
Instead she pleaded, “Gina, I am not used to alcohol and did not sleep well last night. Do you think I could lie down for a while?”
“Of course, dear; how rude of me. Let me show you to your room.”
At first she took her into her son Franco’s room. “You can stay here.”
Christie looked around and saw his pictures most of which were in uniform. He was a nice looking young man of about 25. There were medals and military memorabilia everywhere.
She looked around and suddenly started to cry a bit.
Gina realized what was wrong and said, “Oh my goodness, I forgot! Of course you don’t want all these reminders of army life, do you dear?”
“Come on, you stay in Tracy’s room. She won’t mind; she never sleeps over anymore.”
She went into the next room and crashed.
The next thing Christie knew Gina was gently shaking her, saying, “Wake up Christie. I made you a treat.”
It was an enormous milkshake. She grabbed it with glee and gulped it down.
“Where is this appetite coming from?” she wondered.
“Wow” Gina said. You really liked that. Would you like another?”
“Yes, please” was the enthusiastic rely.
This time she brought up a whole pitcher and which Christie drank down completely.
“There you go dear. Now you go back to sleep. Tracy called. She’s coming for supper. I’ll wake you.”
Christie woke again, from a deep sleep and looked up to seeing Tracy’s beaming face looking down on her.
“I see you really moved in. Mom must like you. I haven’t stayed over in a while. Guess I’m out of luck now.”
“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t mean to inconvenience you. Maybe we could share the room, if you stay.”
Tracy’s face lit up and she said, “You’re on. It will be like when we had pyjama parties, as kids. Anyway, mom said to get you for supper.”
They came down to a huge meal. Fried chicken, pasta, oily salad and cheesecake for dessert. Oh, and wine, of course. Tracy nibbled and drank wine; while we talked. Christie couldn’t believe she had only known these women for one and two days respectively. Gina made her one of those shakes; which she used to wash down ¾ of the cheesecake. Both Tracy and her mother nodded approvingly.
After supper; they had some leftover pizza and canolies, washed down with more of the wine and of course another delicious shake.
About ten, Tracy said she had an early day so would like to turn in.
Gina kissed them both goodnight and off they went. She hollered up the stairs. “You girls go right to sleep now. Don’t make me come up there!”
The two women giggled as they went into Tracy’s room. “Well what do you think?” she said.
Christie responded gratefully “This whole thing is just wonderful, of both of you. I can never thank you enough. I just hope it works.”
“On that note,” Tracy said, “In the bathroom missy and we’ll see.” Christie stripped down to her underwear once again and stood on the scale. It stopped at 146. She had gained 4 pounds in 24 hours!!
“I don’t believe it!” she said.
“My mother is incredible, I told you. If you don’t believe the scale, believe the mirror.” She turned sideways and looked at her own profile. Her boobs looked the same and so did her butt, but both felt softer somehow.
But her stomach was stuck out a mile. She looked 6 months pregnant!
“Relax” Tracy soothed. “It will go down once you digest. But we need to keep you full; to stretch it out, so you can eat more.”
She got her notepad and dutifully wrote:
”Jan 13: 146.”
“Right” she said. “Time for bed.” She gave Christie some of her old “fat” pajamas and they snuggled into her bed. Both were out like a light.
Christie woke up about midnight with a sharp pain in her abdomen; which she realized was hunger. Tracy was curled up next to her, with her arm over it. She grabbed her hand and used it to massage her aching stomach. It woke Tracy up and she asked groggily if it was time to get up.
“No” Christie said. “I’m hungry. I need a snack.”
“Wait, I’ll go with you.”
They snuck downstairs past Gina’s room. Christie said, “Will we wake her?”
“No” Tracy replied. “Pappa used to snore so loud, that she could sleep through anything these days.”
They found some Fudgesicles and chocolate sauce; which they poured over them. Gina ate two and Christie ate the rest of the box of twelve. They also finished the chocolate sauce. Tracy put a little on her finger and stuck it in Christie’s mouth, and she sucked off, greedily. Then she leaned forward and said, “my turn” and licked a bit from Christie’s cheek.
She grabbed her hand and they went back upstairs and snuggled back in. Before long were both snoring, contentedly.
Next morning, both girls awoke to a marvelous smell.
Gina had made breakfast. She hollered up the stairs. “Tracy-get up for work. You’re having breakfast too. No argument!”
She didn’t give one.
09-19-2007, 05:35 PM
Again there was enough food to feed an army as they plowed into Gina’s feast, but they polished it off, with Gina and Christie doing most of the eating, but Tracy was getting more enthusiastic.
And so it went on for four months.
The first month was the hardest. Christie had been having second thoughts about this “plan” and was having a difficult time ingesting all the calories she needed to stay on target. Tracy and her mother constantly cajoled her to keep eating, so she would not fall behind. When she started to slow down or balk, Gina would sit in front of her and feed her like a baby; encouraging her with each bite.
During the month-end measurement/weigh in, Christie took time to examine herself in the mirror. Her face was fuller and she had an extra inch layer of fat all over. Her upper arms evidenced the extra calories she had been shoveling in by the day. She stroked her fully engorged belly and turned sideways to examine her profile. Looking at her now-swelling bosom; it was apparent the bra she was wearing was fighting a losing battle, to contain and support their increased weight.
Remarking to Tracy, she said “Its nice to have boobs as big as yours, but look at the size of my ass.”
She grabbed both cheeks and shook them for emphasis. Unknown to her, Tracy was already staring at it, smiling.
She stroked her left butt cheek and added, “Better to make it bigger than get it shot off, right? Besides you look great with a little extra plushness. It makes you more feminine. Let’s see how you are progressing, shall we? She measured and dutifully wrote down:
The next month was easier. Christie was now eating anything that was put in front of her. Tracy was coming over more often and she was also showing spin-off signs of the massive number of late night eating frenzies. She looked to have gained about twenty-five pounds herself.
Christie asked her if anyone in the office had commented on her weight gain. “Not yet” she replied. “If they do I’ll tell them I’m pregnant or something.”
“Judging from the expansion of those, you wouldn’t have any trouble convincing me,” Christie laughed as she gazed upon Tracy’s bosom, which she estimated to be at least 44DD.
She poked one and said, “If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn you went for a boob job!”
“You should talk,” Tracy replied.
She gently lifted each of Christie’s boobs, and said, ”these are bigger than mine. Pretty soon they will be bigger than Mom’s! Time to check you out!”
Again, she recorded:
Weight 225. Bust 48DD
March flew by. The only issue was that Christie had forgotten to leave a forwarding address and the school was worried about her. Tracy warned that the Army would consider Christie AWOL if she didn’t report her new address, so she looked after it for her. Also she called the Dean’s office on her behalf, getting her an extension on her thesis deadline. There was no way she could go to school now.
Feeding Christie had become more or less a full time job for Gina now. Tracy came over and stayed nearly every night now, to help out. Over Easter, Gina made a turkey; but Christie ate the whole thing herself during the day. Gina was mad at her at first; but then scolded Tracy for urging her to do it, to the extent of hand feeding most of it to her. They had to settle for ham for Sunday dinner.
Of course, Christie ate most of that too. She couldn’t understand it. No matter how much she ate, she seemed to want more. Tracy said she could try to fill up on her special shakes. It had no effect, as Christie was up to ten a day. Paradoxically, they seemed to make her hungrier.
Despite her “progress”, it was apparent she was still having misgivings about the whole situation. She waddled to the scale and looked at herself, wistfully.
Sighing, she said, “I look like a pregnant elephant. How long will it take to get back to normal? No one will ever want me looking like this!”
She massaged her distended belly and did a 360. Her skin looked ready to burst. Her face was unrecognizable, with massive bloated cheeks, and three chins hiding a fourth trying to emerge.
Tracy pinched her massive bottom and said, “Too late to go back now. Besides look at this.”
She showed her the latest newspaper casualty reports.
That snapped Christie back into focus. She finished the last two of a dozen eclairs while Tracy measured her up.
09-19-2007, 05:35 PM
Tracy was now much bigger herself. She had gained at least 50 pounds by now. The men in her office were delighted with her new curves, especially her boobs. She had two immense orbs, at least 46E; but they were dwarfed; by Christie’s. Her's stuck out twelve inches and now rivaled Gina’s for weight. Tracy’s mom still had the edge in hip size, but not for long, at the rate Christie was growing.
Christie’s new stats:
Weight 290. Bust 56EE
By now they were in the home stretch. Christie ate non-stop during April. She didn’t really eat three meals, more like one continuous one, including midnight snacks, which Tracy usually joined in. The month end stats were:
Weight 340. Bust 62??
Tracy was beginning to look more like her pre-college, fat self by now. The once trim waist, honed by years of situps, was now hovering around 32 inches. Her butt had inflated to 44 inches and her tits were gigantic, maybe 48 EE. Her face had developed chipmunk-like fattened cheeks, but she only had one extra chin. “Like mother like daughter” she said, looking down at her protruding belly and stroking it softly. She was even beginning to waddle like Gina. She wouldn’t let anyone weigh her, but confessed her boobs weighed ten pounds each. She grabbed Christie’s hands and said, “See-try to lift one”.
Gina was also gaining a bit. Christie thought it was impossible for her to get any fatter, but she could pack it away like no tomorrow and gained about 35 pounds total.
On May 2 she came in and said. “Girls, bad news. My sister in San Diego took a bad fall. I need to fly out and help look after her. You will have to finish the job yourself.”
“I will be leaving soon. Christie, stand up and let’s see how we are doing.” It took both of them to get her onto her feet.
Her stomach was huge and constantly in search of food. She must have been eating 10,000 calories a day. Six or seven huge meals plus snacks; only punctuated by naps. Even now, she was polishing off a two-pound box of chocolates, washed down by her third shake of the morning. She couldn’t see her feet any more, and in fact could barely see her stomach over her growing boobs. They hung down at least 2 feet and seemed to have a mind of their own, dancing little rhythms and circles with even the slightest movements.
If it weren’t for her butt, growing in synch as a counterbalance; she would have fallen over. It stuck out 2 feet behind her and 1 foot on either side and was getting so big she had to go through doors sideways now. When Tracy slept over, she sometimes fell out of bed; since they were both getting so big. Christie was wearing Gina’s hand-me-downs now. They were mostly out of fashion; but she rarely left the house anyway.
Christie struggled to her feet; waddled over as best she could and gave Gina a hug. Gina surveyed her handiwork and stroking Christie’s grossly distended belly, said, “You make sure you keep this full. You too, Tracy. I want to see two fat and happy girls when I get back. I’m proud of you both. There’s a large tray of manicotti in the freezer. You can have that for supper. After that you are on your own. Good luck, dear. See you soon." With that, she was gone.
An exhausted Christie flopped onto the couch and said, “Looks like you are up.”
“What do you mean?” Tracy said.
Christie replied, “I ate the manicotti last night. I tried to wake you, but I think you had too much wine.” She also ate an entire apple pie and two shakes with it, but felt no need to elaborate.
She continued, “Look at me, I can’t cook for myself. It’s hard work just standing up, and besides; with these, I might burn myself on the stove!” As she spoke, she lifted her top revealing her huge braless mammaries; which jiggled back and forth as if to emphasize the point.
Tracy’s eyes bugged out at this, but she said, “Hey don’t look at me. I’m Italian, but that’s as far as it goes. I can’t cook. I can’t even boil water.”
“Oh no!” Christie replied despondently. “What can we do? I don’ wan’ to rishk everyshing now by looshing weigh’”, she mumbled while greedily cramming the last of the chocolates into her already puffy cheeks.
Tracy looked at her and thought, “I’ve got a better chance of becoming the next Pope than you have of losing weight!” Instead she said, “I’ve got an idea. One of mom’s friends works on a cruise ship. I have 2 weeks vacation owed and there are some open spaces. Let’s go.”
“What will that do”
“Other than improve your mood? Ever hear of anyone losing weight on a cruise?”
“I’m in” Christie said, her demeanor improving.
“Good” she said.” Let’s get packed. I’ll call the office and let them know I’ll be off. We’ll be back in plenty of time for you to get a doctor’s note and report in. Once they see you, you will be discharged immediately. I don’t think they could ever find a uniform to fit you anyway.”
Christie laughed, in spite of herself. “I hear they have some good tentmakers over there, maybe they could help”, she said, as she dialed for pizza.
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The cruise was initially just as they imagined. There was food on every deck 24 hours a day. At first they went to the buffet together, but Christie was self conscious, and people would point at stare at her.
After a day or two, Tracy would go for both and they ate in their room. By day four, they just had a steward roll in cart after cart of food and they ate more or less constantly. Without Gina, Tracy took her place at hand feeding her roomie, but now the favor was often reciprocated. If eating to excess could be considered sex, this was like an orgy! By the last day, Christie had gained another twenty-five pounds and Tracy had gained ten.
Last day of the cruise, the ship docked at Ephesus. Tracy wanted off, to do some sightseeing and shopping; adding she needed some time alone to talk. Tracy asked Christie to make sure she brought her passport.
“Okay!” said her companion and they waddled off arm in arm. Christie had struggled to fit down the gangplank and was concerned that she was so heavy, that she would find it impossible, to climb back up. Little did she know; this was the least of her worries.
On the way back, they were approached by a man; asking them if they wanted their picture taken. The offer was politely declined, but he was most insistent, and drew ever nearer.
Just as Tracy was about to say, “I have a bad feeling about this”, a white van pulled up behind them and someone threw open the sliding door. Quickly the “photographer” pushed both in and jumped inside. They started to scream, but a familiar pricking sensation in her arm let Christie know she had just been stuck with a needle. She started to feel drowsy. As she passed out, the last thing she remembered hearing was “She’s the biggest yet” and “Careful, you idiot you might injure them.”
Christie awoke groggily with a vague sensation that the room was moving. It took a moment to realize that it was in fact, moving. They were on board a ship. Judging from the look of this room an old cargo vessel.
She was bound to the bed, hands and feet. Looking over confirmed Tracy was in the same state, was coming to as well.
Just then the door opened and a couple of thugs came in, followed by the “Photographer”.
“Ah,” he said “You are awake. Good.”
“I am sorry for your current condition. Once I have explained your situation, I will release you. Please do not try to leave this room for your own safety. This vessel is miles out to sea. Everyone on board works for me and they know exactly what is going on.”
Tracy looked at her fellow captive apologetically and said to their benefactor:
“Wh-who are you and where are we? “
“For now you can call me Ali, but let’s not play games, lady. I know who you are and you know very well what is happening.”
Christie gave a puzzled look towards Tracy, who was beginning to cry a bit.
“You may know what is happening but will someone kindly tell me?” was all Christie could summon the energy to ask.
Ali looked over at Tracy, and said, “Shall I tell her or you?”
All she said was “Please don’t…” and began to sob uncontrollably.
“It looks like the task is up to me,” Ali sighed.
“For a number of years now I have been running a profitable little business throughout the Middle East. Although the Koran allows four legitimate wives, there are certain favors and appearances that Arab women cannot or will not provide. There are many rich men who will pay handsomely for such indulgences.”
“I have heard of this. We call it white slavery.” Christie sneered. “We are US citizens. Once the authorities know we are missing, they will look everywhere for us. You will pay for this, you bastard.”
“Oh, I assure you we will not. First, the ship did not notice you were missing for two days. As I said, the crew works for me, and yes, that’s how long you have been out. Second the “authorities” won’t look for you at all; because they sent you in the first place and would rather sweep their mistakes under the rug. They will simply try and fail again.”
Christie was livid and confused at the same time. “What are you talking about? Tracy what do you know about this?”
The question just made her sob louder and shake her head. She managed to utter “Sorry…”, before losing control once again.
“What is your name dear, Christie Anderson, is it? Midwest, descended from Swedish immigrants. Well my dear, two of the three things Middle Eastern men prize highly; in no particular order, are virginity, and voluptuousness. Above all, they have a special fondness for red hair. Don’t ask me why, but we will move heaven and earth to get a real beauty with natural red hair. There is even a story of a Scottish girl; who started as a harem consort and rose high in Turkish society. It was called the Red Queen, if memory serves.”
“In any event, you possess all three of these attributes; which makes you a rare jewel indeed. You were supposed to be the bait in a CIA trap to catch me in Turkey next week. However, I have my sources in your government and we sprung the trap early. I have a special client for you. I don’t know what to do about your friend, though. Maybe you can decide after you hear the rest.”
“Go on,” she said. She didn’t know whether to feel rage or fear, but in order to control both; it was probably best to find out the truth.
”Your so-called friend is not what she appears. She is a CIA agent, on a team; looking for me, and my colleagues. They knew any woman your size with red hair that was out alone in Turkey would attract irresistible attention.”
”Tracy went through the Armed Forces database, so they could get someone in the army. That way they didn’t need to fill the potential candidate in on any details; just post her to the area they wanted to set up the trap. You had the ideal qualities to make you into an irresistible lure, with one exception. You were far too skinny to be of any use to them, or to me for that matter. They needed to fatten you up, and quickly. The US does still have some scruples, so they needed to trick you into doing it to yourself.”
“So, she got herself assigned, as the new secretary to the ROTC office. Only she knew the real story. She knew by pretending to make friends with you, she could keep an eye on you and provoke you into taking the necessary measures. Did she tell you her fake job was only for that one day? The rest of the time she spent buying extra food and getting gourmet chefs to prepare special snacks for you.”
“The Iraq deployment, the phone call to trick Gina into a trip out west, the cruise ship. All prearranged ploys, to deceive you into gladly fattening yourself up to gargantuan proportions and then get you to this part of the world. Which you three did; very well, I might add. I congratulate you. An excellent start. You have saved me a lot of trouble.”
“Start?” Christie said; alarmed at what was to come.
“Oh yes. You and your girlfriend are going to get much bigger.”
On that note, the door opened and an Arab doctor and nurse came in.
09-19-2007, 05:35 PM
The dark complexioned Arabs were very professional and to the point.
They stripped off her clothes as best they could, seeing she was tied up. They gave her a thorough exam and the doctor looked up and said. “Wonderful. She is a virgin and free of disease. No point examining the other one. She is unsuitable anyway. We should just throw her overboard.”
“Perhaps later”, Ali said. “For now she may come in handy.”
“Here is my proposal. Allow the good doctor to administer his potions and we will begin the process. If either of you cheats or fails to comply, I will kill this one”, pointing at Tracy.
Pointing at Christie he said, “For you, I will find another method of punishment. Trust me, there are things worse than death. Far worse than you can imagine.”
“Do I have a choice? Of course I accept.”
“Good! Doctor, proceed.”
He took a couple large needles and injected both with some sort of serum.
It made them groggy but Christie fought to stay awake. When she awoke, she was untied on the bed next to Tracy, who was in the same state and beginning to revive. Both were dressed in some kind of flowing mumu. They looked like they were made by stitching two sheets together, which in fact, they were. They also showed signs of being used many times before. This alone was alarming enough.
Christie glared over at her fellow prisoner. “How could you do this to me? Was anything you said true?”
“I had to” she pleaded. “My brother got into some trouble over there and he is in prison. It’s a hellhole. They said they would let him out if I complied.”
“What about Gina? Is she really your mother? “
“Oh yes” she said. “I feel bad about using her like that. Especially since I was spiking all your food with growth hormones and appetite stimulants. Those shakes you liked, were loaded with them plus weight gain powder. That’s why you were hungry all the time. Those alone would have ensured you reach your goal. You became hooked on them though, so I actually tapered them off in the last two weeks or you would have been immobile by now.”
“Gee thanks, friend. Give me one good reason why I should forgive you”, said Christie angrily, as she surveyed her massive body, still evident beneath the loose clothing.
“I think you know why. At first I was only pretending to like you, to get on with the assignment. First, let me ask, have you ever had a boyfriend?”
“No, actually”, she replied, blushing. “No one ever caught my eye.”
“What about a girlfriend?”
“If you mean what I think, no never. I never even considered it.” This time she went from red to white and looked down at the floor.
“Oh come off it” Tracy said. “Time for a little reality check. We snuggled in the same bed for 3 months and you couldn’t keep your hands or your eyes off me. Face it girl, you are as gay as me!”
Tracy continued, “I was supposed to stick with the script, but I lost my objectivity, as I really began to have feelings for you. I think I am falling in love with you, and am pretty sure you have feelings for me, but are denying it”
“On the day we were kidnapped, I was going to ask you to run away with me. I couldn’t go through with the plot. It was too risky. I really didn’t know we were in danger.”…….
“Oh what difference does it make?” exclaimed Christie, “You are the only friend I have left here now. Come here!”
They embraced as closely as two women that size could and Tracy whispered. “Don’t react,-they may have the room bugged. Help is coming!”
They heard footsteps and two of the thugs brought in massive trays of food, one for each of them.
“Eat all!” was the only command.
Christie was famished and had no trouble finishing hers. Tracy was struggling, so Christie slowly fed her by hand and rubbed her belly to soothe it down. Between bites they smiled and gazed longingly at each other.
Both trays barely finished, the door opens and in comes the doctor. He injects both with huge doses of weight gain and appetite serum and laughs as he looks over at Tracy.
“This should be familiar to you my dear, only my stuff is ten times more powerful.”
They became groggy once again and passed out for a time. Christie awoke to find the thugs sticking a funnel into her mouth and pouring cup after cup of a sickly sweet mixture down her throat. From the gasps coming from the other side of the bed, she could surmise Tracy was getting the same treatment. Each was fed until their stomachs were massively distended. The meals came two hours apart, with a force-feeding session after each one. This went on for weeks- a combination of food, drugs, and the fattening nectar. The women were kept in the room at all times, so they lost track of night and day. The days were punctuated only by trips to the ensuite bathroom to use the toilet and clean themselves as best they could.
Christie’s weight began to level off, but Tracy was growing by leaps and bounds. Much of the added fat seemed to be concentrating on her chest. One could literally see the progress on a daily basis.
The two experimented with some light foreplay and pseudo-sexual experiences but were always worried about getting caught. Tracy warned, “I don’t hold much value to them, but if you are considered spoiled, they will kill us both.”
Nevertheless as they grew ever fatter, so did their love for one another.
One day the ship’s motion began to change. Then it stopped. Wherever they were heading; they had arrived.
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Ali came in and said. "Well my beauties. I am proud of your progress. Tracey, I'm glad we decided to keep you. I have a buyer for you after all. Anyway it is time to meet your new owners. Get ready.”
He threw a couple of new mumus on the bed and said, “Wear these. You have ten minutes.”
As they stripped down, each woman took stock of herself. By now, Tracy was bigger than her mother ever was. Her boobs were nearly as big as Christie’s, but more rounded. When she sat down, they pushed up to cover the area from the top of her belly to her chin(s). In fact, she had to stretch to peek over them at times. Like her mother, she still had a fairly narrow waist.
Her ass was gigantic. It was so plump, when she sat down, she was at least ten inches taller than this time last year. Her chubby cheeks would jiggle when she smiled, which despite their current predicament, was fairly often. They were good for each other.
How could Christie not have seen this, before it was too late? Tracy also admitted that she actually liked being fat. She had only succumbed to societal pressure to lose weight before.
Christie was so fat she could barely move. The hormones were doing a real number on her. When she sat, her lap virtually disappeared and she had to sit with her legs spread far apart to allow her stomach, massive, thighs and boobs to compete for space in the same area. It took her five minutes to cross the room and then she would be out of breath. She said, “I like being fat too. But not like this”, as she surveyed her extreme growth.
Where Tracy’s boobs were big and round, hers had headed for the floor. Although they were fully 2 feet around, they still hung halfway between her knees and waist.
Her ass and hips seemed to be getting the benefit of this last round. Her butt stuck out so far in back, she couldn’t actually touch it and it was at least four feet wide. Sideways through doors would be a fact of life as well, and even that would be a squeeze. Looking at her face, she had cheeks as big as softballs, and her face was so puffed up, her eyes looked half closed all the time. Her neck had virtually disappeared; she had so many chins. She really didn't care what she weighed anymore and just wanted to finish this charade, one way or another.
The door opened and Tracy was helped out the door, up the stairs and to a waiting launch. The same for Christie, only it took much longer. They had to cut the banisters off the stairway and tow her up with a rope, as she lay on a makeshift pallet.
They were heading for a small settlement, surrounded by walls. One of the crew, not realizing she understood Arabic, said it was a private island somewhere in Indonesia.
On land, they were whisked away on large dune buggy type vehicles into a palace of sorts.
Ali was there. He laughed as the women struggled to move around, after weeks of captivity. They were taken to a private room inside and allowed the first shower in weeks. Emerging naked, they found Ali and a few of his cohorts waiting for them.
He said, “time to take inventory, so to speak”, and laughed evilly.
“Tracy you are first.” He led her aside and said, “We need to measure you up for some proper clothing.” The men produced a large tape measure and began to survey her vital statistics:
Hips: 60 inches
Waist: 48 inches
Upper arm: 18 inches
Thigh: 32 inches
Then they led her to a large industrial scale. When she stepped on the number settled on 325 pounds.
Ali pinched her fattened bottom lasciviously and poked her enlarged belly and laughed cruelly. It was like he was inspecting a side of beef. “The doctor has real talent. I think he has put over 100 pounds on that delicious frame since we became …friends. Anyway welcome to your new home. You will not be here long, I fear. Your owner wants to create the fattest woman on earth and has hired the doctor to help him. The rest of your short lifespan will be…unpleasant. You will either surpass 1500 pounds, or burst by the end of the year. A bit ironic considering what you did to your friend, yes?”
Tracy had no comment, glaring at him with contempt.
“Christie, its your turn, my dear.” She waddled over and the routine was repeated. The only way they could measure her massive breasts was to get her to sit at a table and lay them on top.
The numbers were:
Hips: 84 inches
Waist: 68 inches
Upper arm: 30 inches
Thigh: 46 inches
Bust: 72 inches-there was no relevant cup size.
Stepping on the scale, she weighed in at an incredible 576 pounds.
Ali smiled and said, “ You have fattened up magnificently, Christie. I am proud of you. My crimson-haired beauty, you will leave tomorrow as well. You will be honored to be the consort of the richest and most powerful man in the area. I suggest you obey his every command. If you do, you will enjoy a life of pampered luxury. If you do not, he has a habit of handing unresponsive wives down to his guards. Believe me, they are somewhat less gentle in their sexual techniques.”
“You may enjoy your last night together. I bid you farewell.”
09-19-2007, 05:35 PM
Chapter 8 conclusion
Redressing, they were escorted into a large chamber. Once their eyes became accustomed to the low light; they could see the room was full of women and the armed guards. They were all of North American or European extraction, and also all very fat, but not as fat as the newest arrivals.
The ones they could understand had questions regarding the outside world. It was apparent that some had been here for years. They brought a large trolley of fattening foods, and despite their fear, the two women ate every morsel. The resident women even hand fed them the last, giggling at their capacity and enthusiasm. One women, who looked to be about three hundred pounds, said it took her a year to be able to eat that much.
They were then shown to their bedchamber and curled up together for their last night, while the guards watched their every move for signs of impropriety.
While they were cuddled up Tracy looked up and said, “Is anyone watching?”
“No.” was the reply.
“Good” she said and reached into her mouth. She appeared to pull out one of her teeth. She then crushed it in her mouth and swallowed the fragments.
“Tomorrow is the day!” she said.” No matter what, stay with me!”
Dawn rose and Christie became acutely depressed. She would be leaving in a matter of hours and would never see Tracy again.
She needed to talk to her. “Tracy, I know what you did was horrible. I also know you did it to save your brother. You need to know I forgive you. If you had asked me to do this voluntarily I would do it. You were right about me. I do love you and will never forget you.”
“Play your cards right and you may not have to. No time to explain. Just follow my lead.”
Just then breakfast arrived. It was even more food than the night before. Just as then, the recent arrivals were pampered and hand fed every morsel. Fully sated; the two women were led to a bath chamber, where they were gently bathed and rubbed with scented oils and sprinkled with perfume. Tracy said, “If it wasn’t for what was to follow, I could get used to this.”
Christie agreed. She was lying on her massive stomach, getting a massage and nearly asleep, purring in contentment. The women treated her to a few henna tattoos, and wound some gold braid and jewels into her hair. A few rings adorned her toes and fingers as well. Ankle and wrist bracelets completed the accessories. As a finishing touch, they sprinkled her with a gold-flecked powder. She suspected it contained real gold. It seems they regarded her as a special treat, which in fact she was.
Reality came in the form of their new clothing, a complete set of harem garb for each.
“Could this get any more cliché?” Tracy laughed, scornfully.
It was a struggle to get the huge women into the costumes. Tracy’s fit ok, but she needed help to do up all the fasteners. Once inside, she looked at herself. The heavy bra, cut just above the nipples, emphasized her massive bosom, lifting it up and out, revealing a huge cleavage. The bottoms flattered her growing posterior, just barely hidden by the sheer overpants.
Christie giggled, “You look like Barbara Eden in I Dream of Genie”.
Tracy looked over replying sarcastically, “Really? Well, look at yourself dear. You look like you ate I Dream of Genie, and Major Healy and Tony as well”
Christie had needed help to squeeze into the tiny outfit. Getting the bra on had required two women to lift each breast into position, and two to fasten the strap. She couldn’t balance on one leg anymore, so she had stood with legs apart, while the women wrapped the parts and overpants under her crotch and around her lower half.
The ensemble was a bit too small, understandable, considering how little time Ali had to gather everything. Despite the fact that the bottoms were full cut, they stretched tight across her massive derriere, and only covered about ¼ of each cheek. It looked more like a thong! She had gone braless for weeks now, and the bra top made a profound change in her silhouette.
The heavily reinforced garment heaved her massive bosoms up and outward, revealing all above, except the nipples. Undisguised by her breasts, her engorged belly now stood out for all to see. The over pants were so tight, the slits down the side allowed her massive thighs to escape in spots. The women wrapped a long sheer shawl over her shoulders and around her arms. They used the ends to help lead her outside. As she walked; ponderously putting one foot carefully in front of the other, the globes of her ass jiggled like jelly and moved side to side. Her huge belly wiggled up and down in rhythm and the tops of her breasts threatened to burst out of the ill-fitting top. It was a magnificent spectacle!
They were led onto the beach, as a large yacht approached. It stopped offshore and a small launch headed inland. It was about 2 miles off shore, when suddenly; both it and the yacht erupted in sheets of flame. Within seconds, both were smoldering and sinking ruins.
Everyone stood transfixed, and Tracy said “Get down!”
They hit the sand as fast as their bulk allowed.
“What is happening?” Christie inquired.
“Just wait.” was the only reply.
Suddenly the shallow water on the beach flanks erupted with men. Obviously, Navy SEALs had been skulking in the water, waiting for the signal. Two or three of the guards put up a fight, with fatal consequences to them. In less than a minute it was all over. The soldiers ran over the immediate area rounding up everyone, male and female. The men were herded off toward the water’s edge to await helicopters; now coming over the horizon.
An officer came running towards them and looked both women over. “Tracy?” he asked, “Is that really you? I didn’t recognize you. What happened? This wasn’t in the plan.”
“Long story”, she said still laying on the sand.
He pulled off his ski mask and Christie recognized the man as Franco. Before she could ask, Tracy said, “Yes he really is my brother. He is actually the one who cooked up this elaborate scheme.”
Christie was confused again. “What…I think I need a moment to collect myself. This is all too much for me.”
“Okay” Franco said. “The plot to catch Ali was just a ruse. We were on to him months ago. By the way, we caught up to him this morning. You won’t hear from him again.”
“He won’t be missed, I imagine,” said Christie. “So what was this all about, then?”
“We were after his customer. He had very specific tastes, and you fit the bill nicely.”
“Sorry, but you were the bait in a double trap. I imagine Tracy played along with Ali, letting him think he had won, despite the fact he had sprung the trap early.”
This was confirmed by Tracy’s nod of agreement.
Tracy said, "I know I lied to you but once they took us, I was committed. I had to make the act look believable. These people are ruthless. If they thought for a moment we were on to them and that Ali's customer was in danger, we would have just disappeared without a trace."
“But how did you locate us?” Christie inquired.
“That was easy”, said Franco. “We’ve known every second where you were since day one, in case you had second thoughts and tried to escape. Remember that needle in the butt? It wasn’t a malaria shot. It was a microchip.”
“A tracking device?” asked Christie.
“Yep. We knew where you were, but needed to know when and where to spring the trap.”
“Oh I get it now.” Christie remembered the events from last evening. “Tracy’s tooth!”
“That’s it. It sent out a signal last night that we were at the expected rendezvous.”
“All we needed to do then; was set up the aircraft to drop guided munitions on our friends out there.”
“So who was that?” Christie asked.
“Don’t know myself”, he said. “Whole thing is very hush-hush. Rumor has is he was in the top ten of Al-Quada’s most wanted. Anyway, the guards and administration will have lots to tell us if they want to live.”
Franco looked at his sister and said, “I have something else to tell you. You won’t like it. You and your friends will have to hide out for awhile. Maybe a year. If word of this got out to the media, during an election campaign, there would be hell to pay. We can take you just about anywhere, except the US. Where would you like to go?”
“Give me a moment. Help me up, please”, Christie said. Once they pulled her to her feet, she went over to the twenty odd girls huddled together on the beach and had a short conversation. They all nodded in unison.
She questioned, "If you can get some reliable people here to provide for our needs and security, can we stay here? We would need proper food as well and plenty of it. Once the coast is clear, you get us all home."
“Deal!” said Franco. “How about you sis?”
“We are together, she stays I stay.” She reached over, took Christie’s hands and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips-hard.
“Only, one more thing. Do you thing you could get mom to come for a visit? Tell her to bring her appetite, pack light and keep an open mind.”
Rubbing her rumbling belly, Christie added, “Come on handsome! Help me find the kitchen. I haven’t eaten for over an hour, and I’m starving!”
09-19-2007, 07:49 PM
Whew - these attachment file conversions take some energy!
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09-20-2007, 02:32 PM
Great story, very interesting and well writen. Thanks for posting it.
09-21-2007, 02:24 AM
Suspension of disbelief
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