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04-03-2009, 06:45 PM
~SSBBW, ???????? - a housebound teen with controlling parents acquires a friend
The New Neighbor
by Anonymous
This one has been adopted here (http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=73916) and closed as a result.
Part One - introducing Susannah Morison
June 20, 1987
I remember the day they first moved in. It was early in the summer and as always, I was bored out of my skull. All my friends were off on vacation or in college. Truly dull. My only consolation were my MAD magazines and records. Loneliness can be a blessing and a curse. That is, until Tara arrived.
I just received my monthly delivery of comic books and magazines. Clutching the bundle of cheeky MAD articles and sea-monkey ads, I made a dash for my sanctuary. High in the bushy foliage of a maple tree, my temple awaited me. Dad made the treehouse for my little brother, but he's scared of heights. That's okay. More room for me.
While thumbing through a monster movie mag, a peculiar sight caught my eye. The house next door had finally been sold (I thought they'd never sell that place) and the agent was outside with the neighbors.
I dropped to my stomach, peering out the hidden window.
I couldn't resist a good spy.
The husband and wife were a handsome couple. Though in their fifties, both looked like they spent a fortune on cosmetic surgeries. They were yuppies with a capital yup. Everything about them just screamed: “We're upper middle class and we love it!!!”
I continued to watch. Finally the van was emptied and they went inside. Suddenly the van lurched to the side as if something very heavy was moving around in there. Oh man, was there ever!
The girl looked only eighteen, barely older than me. With great difficulty she heaved herself out of the car, gripping the handle for stability. Her face was incredibly beautiful. I was in love.
But it was her body that sent me into torrents of lust.
She looked like she weighed over five hundred pounds. A great percentage of it rested in her stomach and bosom. Though it was concealed by a muumuu, I could see those beautiful roles of fat straining against their fabric prison.
Wow, she was huge! Each breast was the size of a basketball. But her stomach! That giant, undulating ocean of flesh. It swayed and jiggled with every movement, making her waddle. So big, it bulged out far beyond her bosom, hanging down to her knees.
I bet she hasn't seen her feet in ages, I thought.
Obviously my mom was immediately aware of the new neighbors. Always the happy homemaker, she whipped up a fresh batch of her famous cookies.
“Suzie!” she called. “Why don't you bring these to the neighbors?”
My interest was piqued and I was ummediately amenable. “No problem, mom.”
Lovingly she piled the cookies on a chinette plate and covered them with Saran Wrap.
With butterflies in my stomach, I skipped next door. I suppose the couple saw me coming because I didn't need to knock.
“Can I help you?”
I was greeted by a sleek, trendy woman. Her bleached blonde hair done up in a fashionably sloppy pony tail.
“Hi,” I managed to utter. “My mom baked these cookies for you.”
The woman accepted my gift, but there was definite haughtiness in her voice. “Normally, we don't allow sweets in the house. But I'll let this one slide.”
She looked back at me. “What's your name?”
“Susannah,” I said. “Susannah Morison.”
“I'm Sandra Westridge,” she said as she went back inside, slamming the door in my face.
I was alone the next day. Mom took my brother Aaron to the mall for new shoes. I watched them pile into the station wagon from my tree house. At the same time, the Westridges were leaving for work. Dressed to kill, they looked more like executives than a married couple. Soon they were gone in a cloud of mini-van smoke. That was my cue.
Hurdling down the maple, I crept next door. But something new had been added. Above the doorbell was one of those speakers you see in drive-throughs. With shaking fingers, I rang the bell.
“Who's there?” a nervous voice crackled over the speaker.
“Hi. My name's Susie. I'm your neighbor.”
There was a pause.
“What do you want?” the coice sreemed to shudder.
“Nothing, I just want to say hello.”
Again, there was a pause.
“Come in. . .”
The door latch clicked electronically. She was allowing me in. My heart was racing.
The house was big and cold. Though there were many things still to be unpacked, the Westridge's had many of the rooms well stocked. These people had everything. A Hitachi big screen television, VCR, stereo's, even a compact disc player. No doubt about it, these people loved their toys.
“I'm in here.”
I followed the girl's voice down a long hallway. Seated on a round bed was the woman of my dreams. A mound of beautiful flesh.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“Tara,” she murmured.
With a warm smile I took a seat next to her.
“Sorry if I scared you.”
Shyly, Tara brushed aside a stray hair. Her massive arms jiggling like jello.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked.
“No,” she smiled, “I haven't talked to anyone in a long time.”
Tara's shyness had faded. She proved herself to be kind, witty and engaging. Everything I loved in a woman. For a while we fooled around with small talk. Movies, TV, music, current events. That sort of stuff. But soon she felt at ease to talk about her size.
“Just so you know, I don't eat a lot,” she said. “I've always been big.”
Now my curiosity was at its peak.
“What caused your condition?”
She heaved a great sigh.
“The doctors said it's my endocrine system. When I was in seven years old, I weighed two hundred and thirty pounds. Ever since, I just kept gaining. My parents took me out of school when I was a freshman. I couldn't stop myself.”
“How much did you weigh then?”
“Four hundred pounds....I couldn't fit in the desks anymore.”
“Have you been to a doctor recently?” I asked.
Tara shook her head.
“My parents don't let me out of the house. They say doctors can't help.”
Suddenly an idea struck me.
“My dad was studying to be a physician. I still have a whole lot of his books and stuff. Maybe I can be of some help.”
A smile formed on her rosy lips.
“I'd like that a lot.”
The New Neighbor
by Anonymous
This one has been adopted here (http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=73916) and closed as a result.
Part One - introducing Susannah Morison
June 20, 1987
I remember the day they first moved in. It was early in the summer and as always, I was bored out of my skull. All my friends were off on vacation or in college. Truly dull. My only consolation were my MAD magazines and records. Loneliness can be a blessing and a curse. That is, until Tara arrived.
I just received my monthly delivery of comic books and magazines. Clutching the bundle of cheeky MAD articles and sea-monkey ads, I made a dash for my sanctuary. High in the bushy foliage of a maple tree, my temple awaited me. Dad made the treehouse for my little brother, but he's scared of heights. That's okay. More room for me.
While thumbing through a monster movie mag, a peculiar sight caught my eye. The house next door had finally been sold (I thought they'd never sell that place) and the agent was outside with the neighbors.
I dropped to my stomach, peering out the hidden window.
I couldn't resist a good spy.
The husband and wife were a handsome couple. Though in their fifties, both looked like they spent a fortune on cosmetic surgeries. They were yuppies with a capital yup. Everything about them just screamed: “We're upper middle class and we love it!!!”
I continued to watch. Finally the van was emptied and they went inside. Suddenly the van lurched to the side as if something very heavy was moving around in there. Oh man, was there ever!
The girl looked only eighteen, barely older than me. With great difficulty she heaved herself out of the car, gripping the handle for stability. Her face was incredibly beautiful. I was in love.
But it was her body that sent me into torrents of lust.
She looked like she weighed over five hundred pounds. A great percentage of it rested in her stomach and bosom. Though it was concealed by a muumuu, I could see those beautiful roles of fat straining against their fabric prison.
Wow, she was huge! Each breast was the size of a basketball. But her stomach! That giant, undulating ocean of flesh. It swayed and jiggled with every movement, making her waddle. So big, it bulged out far beyond her bosom, hanging down to her knees.
I bet she hasn't seen her feet in ages, I thought.
Obviously my mom was immediately aware of the new neighbors. Always the happy homemaker, she whipped up a fresh batch of her famous cookies.
“Suzie!” she called. “Why don't you bring these to the neighbors?”
My interest was piqued and I was ummediately amenable. “No problem, mom.”
Lovingly she piled the cookies on a chinette plate and covered them with Saran Wrap.
With butterflies in my stomach, I skipped next door. I suppose the couple saw me coming because I didn't need to knock.
“Can I help you?”
I was greeted by a sleek, trendy woman. Her bleached blonde hair done up in a fashionably sloppy pony tail.
“Hi,” I managed to utter. “My mom baked these cookies for you.”
The woman accepted my gift, but there was definite haughtiness in her voice. “Normally, we don't allow sweets in the house. But I'll let this one slide.”
She looked back at me. “What's your name?”
“Susannah,” I said. “Susannah Morison.”
“I'm Sandra Westridge,” she said as she went back inside, slamming the door in my face.
I was alone the next day. Mom took my brother Aaron to the mall for new shoes. I watched them pile into the station wagon from my tree house. At the same time, the Westridges were leaving for work. Dressed to kill, they looked more like executives than a married couple. Soon they were gone in a cloud of mini-van smoke. That was my cue.
Hurdling down the maple, I crept next door. But something new had been added. Above the doorbell was one of those speakers you see in drive-throughs. With shaking fingers, I rang the bell.
“Who's there?” a nervous voice crackled over the speaker.
“Hi. My name's Susie. I'm your neighbor.”
There was a pause.
“What do you want?” the coice sreemed to shudder.
“Nothing, I just want to say hello.”
Again, there was a pause.
“Come in. . .”
The door latch clicked electronically. She was allowing me in. My heart was racing.
The house was big and cold. Though there were many things still to be unpacked, the Westridge's had many of the rooms well stocked. These people had everything. A Hitachi big screen television, VCR, stereo's, even a compact disc player. No doubt about it, these people loved their toys.
“I'm in here.”
I followed the girl's voice down a long hallway. Seated on a round bed was the woman of my dreams. A mound of beautiful flesh.
“What's your name?” I asked.
“Tara,” she murmured.
With a warm smile I took a seat next to her.
“Sorry if I scared you.”
Shyly, Tara brushed aside a stray hair. Her massive arms jiggling like jello.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked.
“No,” she smiled, “I haven't talked to anyone in a long time.”
Tara's shyness had faded. She proved herself to be kind, witty and engaging. Everything I loved in a woman. For a while we fooled around with small talk. Movies, TV, music, current events. That sort of stuff. But soon she felt at ease to talk about her size.
“Just so you know, I don't eat a lot,” she said. “I've always been big.”
Now my curiosity was at its peak.
“What caused your condition?”
She heaved a great sigh.
“The doctors said it's my endocrine system. When I was in seven years old, I weighed two hundred and thirty pounds. Ever since, I just kept gaining. My parents took me out of school when I was a freshman. I couldn't stop myself.”
“How much did you weigh then?”
“Four hundred pounds....I couldn't fit in the desks anymore.”
“Have you been to a doctor recently?” I asked.
Tara shook her head.
“My parents don't let me out of the house. They say doctors can't help.”
Suddenly an idea struck me.
“My dad was studying to be a physician. I still have a whole lot of his books and stuff. Maybe I can be of some help.”
A smile formed on her rosy lips.
“I'd like that a lot.”