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|07-20-2011, 03:00 PM||#1|
Join Date: Feb 2007
Fat Karma - by elroycohen (~BBW(multiple), ~~WG, Feeding)
~BBW(multiple), ~~WG, Feeding - The backstory for an unorthodox and unknowing superhero
Fat Karma:The Beginning
Some superheroes and villains are born. Some develop over time through unique experiences. Some, however are created for a very specific purpose.
Troy Castor never really saw it coming. Which makes sense because it came from thousands of miles away. He had no real desire to become a superhero. Just your typical slacker who had a thing for ladies with fuller softer figures and a pronounced interest in weight gain.
The change came when he was 18 when a completely random and fairly common event happened. His friend’s deadbeat older sister Tristan came back to live with her parents after failing to make it as a singer out in LA. This was the third time, after a failed attempt at college and a small period of time when she lived with her boyfriend. Every time she had come back home to leech off mom and dad while she assumed her position on the couch watching daytime TV all day until her parents came home and she had to come up with excuses as to why she had not gone out to find a job.
Troy had never really paid much attention to Tristan. She was had been on the chubby side which was a trait he found attractive, but she never paid him any mind other then to shoo him and Ricky away if they were watching TV when she wanted to. She was rude and self centered, but more annoying then anything else.
However when she came home from LA, tan and thin, but nowhere near the superstar she was sure she would be when she left, Troy took notice for a reason that was as yet unknown to him. Something clicked for him and in the back of his mind he formulated a little scheme that seemed to come from nowhere. It was certainly not because he had some grudge against the sister. It was just that there was something bigger in store for Troy and this was simply his first step on the road to his destiny.
It was one weekend morning when Ricky and Troy were out in the main room watching wrestling and a clearly hung over Tristan stumbled out of the kitchen with a bag of chips and a soda. “Oh dammit you guys. Why don’t you clear on out of hear. I don’t feel well and Ricky, you know damn well I get dibs on the big TV when I’m home.”
Ricky rolled his eyes and made a motion to Troy as if to say it was not worth the fight and they should just leave. On his way out he flicked the bag of chips just enough that Tristan almost dropped it and said, “Better watch out with the snacks there sis. You’ll put back on all that weight you lost trying to be a movie star.”
Tristan pushed passed her brother to collapse on the couch and grunted. “Fat chance. My metabolism shifted into high gear out in California. I barely ate anything for months so now I can eat pretty much eat whatever I want and not gain a pound. And by the way, it was a singer, not movie star, punk.”
It was true Tristan who had been on the plump side, gaining slowly but steadily during her pampered life at home, her one semester attempt at college and living off her boyfriend, had dropped a few sizes out west. Both pant and bra by the looks of it. Her curvy and slightly top heavy form was now sleeker and more proportional. More then likely the transformation was because her unhealthy fasting in order to quickly conform to what is the norm out in Cali.
“Whatever,” Ricky called back to his sister. When he and Troy were out of earshot he whispered, “Odds are she’ll be back to sucking in her gut to get her jeans on and complaining about her back hurting from her boobs by the end of summer.”
The look on Troy’s face was almost like a light had gone off. Actually it was more of a culmination of things. For as long as he could remember Troy had been interested in weight gain and feeding. Really it started before he had been interested in girls. It was almost like an obsession. He had studied eating habits and the physiology of overeating on websites and books. He had researched appetite stimulants and diets geared specifically for weight gain. All the while he never really had a purpose. He was just passing time. Or he though he was just passing time. For some unexplained reason seeing Tristan thin had caused something to click in him. In her he found a cause. Someone who had been tainted by modern ideals of thiness equaling success and happiness and forced their body to be something it is clearly (judging by the morning snack she grabbed of her own accord) is not meant to be. All of a sudden Troy felt she needed to be taught a very important lesson, and if he had to use the excuse of a harmless prank in order to accomplish it, then so be it.
“Why play the odds?” Troy grinned at his friend. “When we can be in control.”
“What do you mean?” Ricky said, a little leery of his friend’s ghoulish grin.
“Why sit idly by and watch when we can be the whole reason your big sis pops out of her trendy LA clothes?”
“Sitting around watching your sister eat herself back to her pudgy self with big boobs might be entertaining, but what if we could turn into a waddling pudge bucket with fat, heavy boobs that pull her into a slouch when she stands for any length of time.”
Ricky shrugged and looked slightly disturbed. “I still don’t get it, but whatever. I’m all for pranking my sister. Plus I’m bored and as long as I don’t get in trouble I’m cool. It’d be cool to see the look on her boyfriend’s face when she turns back into her chubby old self.” Ricky said, but Troy was not listening. He was already two steps ahead planning.
The first step was installing speakers all throughout the house in inconspicuous places. Troy got wireless ones so they could be moved around as needed and made sure the receiver could be kept at his place.
“What the heck do speakers have with my sister getting chubby again?” Ricky whispered as he and Troy set them out in the middle of the night.
“Subconscious effect,” Troy whispered back. “Notice I did not say suggestion. Although it is limited. We could not get her to do things that put her direct danger like step out into traffic or rob a bank. But eating…we could make her do that all day. With high frequency commands that your sis does not even know she’s hearing we can effect her appetite. And even what she’s hungry for. It has a 93 percent success rate in limited testing, which is really good. Heck, if I wanted I could have Tristan feel ravenously hungry for bacon dipped in lard all the time.”
Ricky looked quizzically back at Troy in the dark. “But you aren’t going to do that, right? That might be a little much. I just thought we were going to make sure she gets her babyfat back around her cheeks and snicker when her belly muffin tops over her skinny jeans.”
Troy shrugged and changed the subject. “I think we’re done here. Let’s move on to step two.”
Down in the laundry room there was a basket full of Tristan’s underwear that her mother had washed for her. Troy quickly separated out the bras. Most were D’s that were too big, but Tristan wore anyway because she was too lazy to go get resized.
Next to the basket was a bucket of a clear slimy liquid. Troy begun taking the bras and dipping them in the bucket. He let them soak a few minutes a piece before moving them to a sink to dry.
“What the hell?” Ricky said. His face contorted into a look of concern and worry.
“Step two,” Troy answered as if it were common knowledge. “It’s just a little insurance to make sure she fills up her bras again. Much more potent then pills, this gel will dry and get into the fibers of the bra and then as she sweats during the day it will activate the stuff and it’ll absorb into her skin. This stuff is a 99 percent successful in increasing breast size naturally. It’s not known very well in the states because here everyone is all about the instant results of surgery, plus these will be fat, heavy boobs. The stuff’s pretty easy to get if you know where to look.”
“Wow. You really put some thought into this,” Ricky said. The concern and worry not quite gone from his face.
“Only thing left to do is watch and wait.” Troy finished the last of the bras. When they were dry he moved them back to the basket and dumped the remaining gel. With a smile on his face he snuck back out the back door and left his friend to wonder what he had gotten himself into.
Ricky found out right away the following morning. Tristan downed a whole box of cereal and toasted half a loaf of bread for slathering with butter and jelly. Her flat belly puffed out from the binging while she licked her lips as if she had not eaten in a week.
Ricky even noticed his mom and dad were relentlessly hungrier as well. Dad ordered four large pizzas when it was his turn to make dinner and mom made spreads that put their usual Thanksgiving to shame. It seemed anyone within earshot of the hidden speakers lost all control of their appetite. Ricky made sure to steer clear.
With the way she was eating it only took two weeks for Tristan’s round face and soft belly to return. Her boobs were a little ahead of pace. Soaking in all the gel each and every day had swelled her tits to fill her formerly loose bras beyond their capacity.
Troy made sure he and Ricky were in front of the TV in the main room Saturday morning when Tristan came in nearly bursting out of her PJ’s that had fit her fine a year ago before she had left for LA. She carried a box of donuts and a plate full of microwaved breakfast sandwiches. “You freaks know better then to be here on the weekend. Give me that remote and get out,” she growled. As she walked with her arms full her shirt rode up her pale, pudgy belly. It had gotten the most of her excess weight along with her breasts, that stretched the fabric tight. Her thighs were clearly getting flabbier as well. It could be easily seen beneath the thin tight fabric of her pajama pants.
“Sorry, Tristan,” Troy said sarcastically while Ricky silently pleaded with his eyes for him not to say anything. “I just thought with all that food you’d be in the dinning room where you have plenty of room to set it out. Unless you‘re just going to rest it on your belly out here.”
“Shut up, you troll,” Tristan shot back. “I’m just bloated and hungry from my time of the month. Something you wouldn’t know anything about, not having had a girlfriend and all.” She paused to smirk with pride about her counter attack but quickly added. “But Ricky if you breath a word of this to my boyfriend when he comes over I’ll kill you. He thinks I’m on a diet.”
Before Ricky could respond Troy yelled out, “If you can catch him, tubby. Gosh I don‘t know why you did not make it as a singer. You certainly got the lungs for it.” Troy finished his comment just as Tristan sat down and her boobs strained the fabric of her shirt as they settled on her belly.
Tristan sneered but with her hunger gnawing at her and food within arms reach she did not bother with another comeback.
Back In the safety of Ricky’s room Troy got scolded by his friend. “Yeah, just cool it, slick. Tristan’s a little bummed. I mean she can see herself getting fatter but has no idea why she’s hungry all the time.”
“So what? That was the plan.”
“I know, but maybe it’s working too good. Sis is almost fatter then I’ve ever seen her and even mom is wearing her old maternity pants, and dad can’t buckle his suit pants.” Ricky looked down at his own, still flat belly. “I’m even afraid to go into the rooms that have the speakers in them. It’s only been, like, a couple weeks. If we keep this up all summer my whole family will be shopping at that specialty clothing shop at the far end of the mall where no one ever goes.”
“Don’t sweat it, Ricky. It’s already almost July. We got two more months before we are off to college and we’ll have the best prank story around,” Troy assured
“Well I guess. As long as I don’t get caught. Mom would never forgive me if she figured out I was part of the reason her ass is starting to look like mashed potatoes again. Dad would not be seen with her in public until she lost it all last time.”
“No chance. It’s foolproof. Once we get ready to leave for school we’ll take everything down and the weight will come off easily once everyone’s not constantly filling their faces. They’ll think it was just a phase or something.”
“I suppose. As long as we don‘t get too crazy.”
“Never. Now come on. Let’s quick go soak Tristan’s bras while she’s watching TV and you parents aren’t up yet.”
While Ricky spent the rest of the summer avoiding the rooms with speakers that were spitting out irresistible commands to binge on fatty foods and watching in awe as his family attacked table full of junk food for each meal and more then a few snacks, Troy admired the results. He was still unsure of what prompted him to set up the elaborate prank, so specific in its goal, but he was definitely proud of the massive success. At night he would contemplate how this newfound skill might useful in college.
By the end of July, Just two short months into Troy’s prank, Tristan had packed on almost 40 pounds and gone up three cup sizes. She was still really belly and boob heavy. She was gaining so fast she had stretch marks on her stomach as if she were pregnant. Her face was definitely chubby and a little blotchy thanks to all the greasy junk food she was getting cravings for. All thanks to Troy who tweaked the subliminal messages to the point that Tristan was practically lapping up any grease left on the plates.
Completely perplexed as to why she was so extremely hungry but unable to anything about it Tristan tried to combat her expansion in other ways. She dug out her mom’s old treadmill. With 16 pounds of boob flesh and a belly so hungry it ached flopping around with each plodding step she did not stand a chance with a speaker carefully placed two feet from the exercise equipment.
Mom and dad were not far behind. Mom had gained almost 30 pounds despite her yoga classes. They were outside the house so at them she felt ready to stick to her diet, but with the speakers making her mind hungry for more calories then she could burn in a week her ass was spreading faster then when she was pregnant with Ricky. Her rump was lumpy and slightly misshapen even in her pantyhose.
Diet books that were bought with the best of intentions outside the house piled up uselessly on the counter once back within earshot of the high pitched subliminal commands.
Dad’s belly was up three pant sizes. As soon as he got home it was on display as the belt of his slacks got undone right before he took off, mouth watering, to the kitchen.
And there was still a month to go.
It was a month of binging that would startle any outsider as Troy ramped up the intensity a tad. Inside the house the family did little except eat. Mom and dad got breaks when they pried themselves away from the fridge to go to work, but lazy Tristan and her schedule of rolling out of bed simply to move to the couch was eating nonstop. Six hotdog buns with three hotdogs each stuffed inside, topped with cheese, onions and ketchup acted as a snack that barely satiated the overweight young woman thanks to the subconscious commands constantly telling her she was still hungry.
When the time came for Troy and Ricky to head off to college Tristan was a very far cry from her slender LA figure. Her belly was fat but she looked more pregnant because of the swelling from her massive binging. It stuck out round and firm yet turned pliable and soft as it wrapped around her towards her love handles. Nearly 60 pounds had been packed on her frame in just the summer, but to have seen her eat one would wonder how she only gained that much.
Tristan’s boobs were thick, soft F cups that rested heavily on her belly whether she was standing or sitting. A thick double chin and round red cheeks capped off her fattened frame that had no thoughts of going to LA or to school or trying to give a call to the boyfriend that stopped calling her sometime around July. All Tristan wanted to do was live at home and leech off her parents as long as she could. On the rare occasions when Tristan was out of the house and able to think clearly she lamented the loss of her slender body she had starved herself down to in the name of Hollywood, but most times her thought was clouded with a hunger she could not ignore
Mom and dad were less concerned with their freeloading daughter then they were with their own problems. Dad had gained considerably and was just as driven by a hunger he had no idea where it was coming from, but his main thoughts when he was at work and able to think without subliminal commands echoing in his head was how fat his wife had gotten. Ricky’s dad was big on image and an overweight wife was not the image he wanted. After giving birth to each Tristan and Ricky dad had nagged mom relentlessly until she dropped all the baby weight he felt she needed to. Now as he was powerless to break her steady and rapid gain he focused on that rather then concentrate on his own bulging middle.
Gaining over 40 pounds Ricky’s mom was stretching the stretchy fabric of her maternity pants tight as a drum. Lumpy bulges of cellulite threatened to pop through the fabric. Her loose belly skin from two natural childbirths had filled with fat and sagged down to cover the front of her panties when she undressed. Of course she was so overcome by the subliminal messages that she had only a vague idea of her husband’s concern for her weight gain. When she did think about she found it funny considering his own burgeoning belly. During her time at work away from the hidden speakers she was frustrated by her blubbery rear that was getting almost too big to fit into her office chair, but once at home her only concern was stuffing herself until she nearly burst the zippers on her skirts.
For Ricky the prank had lost it’s appeal long ago. Watching his family fatten before his eyes was almost as unnerving as watching Troy’s look of glee when he was over. Unfortunately for Ricky Troy had noticed this and moved the speakers around frequently to avoid Ricky’s possible subterfuge. Ricky barely even looked. He was too afraid they would be on and he’d be right in the kitchen next to Tristan stuffing his face.
The day before Ricky was leaving for school there was one thing he wanted to make sure Troy was clear on. “You get all those speakers out of the house before we leave tomorrow. Got it? The prank‘s over.”
“Relax. We can get ‘em after everyone’s asleep tonight.”
“Oh no I’m not touching them. Those things scare me. It’s creepy how powerful they are. I don’t ever go near them. I’ve spent the summer cowering in my room. It’s better that way. I don’t have to see them eat.”
“I told you we’d be in control.”
Ricky looked almost angry. “We were going to prank my sister into getting back her old chubby figure. What you did was turn my family into fat eating blobs. Tristan can‘t see her feet.”
“It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” Troy said, almost seeming as if he was in a trance.
“Just get the speakers out of there.”
"The horrible screams mean it's working!"
|07-20-2011, 03:01 PM||#2|
Join Date: Feb 2007
The First Appearance
Troy was in the house after sunset that night, but he had different plans then Ricky. He wanted to drive home the lesson that he had given Tristan. He did not want to do it as Troy though. He figured maybe a masked figure might add to the effect. So he concealed his identity with a homemade mask. It was an old hockey mask. Not a real one, but a Halloween version. It was cheap plastic and glowed in the dark so Troy wrapped in some silver cloth from his mother’s craft room. It matched the silver and red track suit he wore. All dressed up he almost looked like a superhero…or super villain. He did it just on a whim to conceal his identity because Tristan was more likely to laugh then cower in fear if he showed up even to claim credit for her massive pork up the past few months. As soon as Troy was in his costume, however, it felt oddly comfortable. As if all this he had done simply on a whim was actually meant to be.
Once in Ricky’s house he was not looking for speakers, rather waiting for Tristan to make her way out to the kitchen for one of her late night snacks. The speaker he had placed in her room assured that. She scoured the freezer for a tub of ice cream and then settled down to the kitchen table with the nipples of her oversized boobs popping through the silk fabric of her jammy top.
Troy watched from the shadows as she downed the entire carton. When she was loaded with the frozen cream she leaned back to let her overfilled belly have some room she was still ravenously hungry thanks to the remote control that Troy was pushing buttons on just a few yards away. He emerged from the shadows with a twelve pack of large malts.
“Who are you?” A startled Tristan asked.
“If I was someone who knew back when you were in LA, I might not even recognize you. All that effort put into starving your body to be an unnatural size seems to have backfired now hasn’t it?” Troy said in a gravelly whisper that he hoped Tristan would not recognize. Although why would she? She never listened to a thing he said.
Tristan was still startled but Troy’s comments brought up some repressed feelings. “They told me I had no chance of making it if still had my baby fat. So I lived off coffee and sugar free gum all while I was out west. I was as thin as I’d ever been, but I was tired and ornery all the time. All I could think of was food. I never did good at the auditions.”
“And when you came back home after conforming to Hollywood’s unrealistic standards…?” Troy prompted.
“I Haven’t been able to stop myself. I’m eating like a pig and I don’t know why. I’m fatter then I’ve ever been in my life. I have a hard time just sitting up in bed,” Tristan stammered in a worried panic.
“That’s what happens when you try to force your body into something it’s not comfortable with. Kind of a fat karma, I suppose.”
“Are you saying I was just meant to be fat and by trying to diet I doomed myself to being even fatter?”
“Actually you were more inclined to be on the chubby side, but when I saw how you cheated to force your body thin I stepped in and made sure size fours and bras off the rack would be well out of reach.”
“Wait. How? And who are you? And what are you doing in my house?”
Troy held up his gloved hand showing Tristan the remote that was currently causing her to become very hungry for the dozen malts. “I guess you could call me the karma. Fat Karma”
“Oh my God. You’re doing this.” Tristan turned her attention to the large cups of malts “Oh crap I want those malts so bad.” She forced her eyes up to the masked intruder. “I’ll call my dad.”
“Call out and I’ll make you so hungry you’ll eat till you pop.” Troy turned a dial on the remote to prove his point and seconds after a stronger command streamed into Tristan’s ears at high frequency she poured one of the malts down her throat all at once. Cold creamy goo streamed out the sides of her mouth down into the creases of her chins and dripped onto her cleavage.
“Please no,” Tristan garbled. “I’m so full already. I won’t say a thing.” Her belly seemed to bulge outward as 32 ounces of malted treat joined the gallon of ice cream in her stomach.
Troy waited as the worried prey was unable to hold back from grabbing a second malt and starting in. “Oh don’t worry. You won’t pop tonight. That belly has stretched enough to easily down all these gifts I brought for you. But…should you ever try to starve yourself to maintain some unrealistic image, I’ll be back to make sure your parents have to install a garage door to let you out of your room. Although I don‘t think you‘ll be getting smaller anytime soon regardless.” And then Troy left the kitchen to let Tristan enjoy the rest of her late night snack. Her mouth was too full to make a response anyway. After all the malts he knew that belly would anchor her to the chair for a while, so he went down the hall to make another visit. He was completely in the moment as his new masked alter ego and felt like continuing his spree of late night fat justice.
Troy noticed a light from under a closed door at the end of the hallway and figured there might be some more secret snacking going on. He was right. Tristan’s mom had stashed cupcakes away in the little used guest bath for to make sure she had food to feed her late night cravings. She used the bath to hide them from her husband who was really starting to give her a hard time about her weight outside the house. Inside the house he was to distracted by his own cravings to find the poorly hidden stash.
Mom was reclining in the bathtub gulping down cupcake after cupcake. Judging by how her usual pair of rolls that rested in her lap were stretched out into one big glob, she had been there for a while. Her robe had pulled open as her gut filled up and as he approached Troy could even see the spongy flesh of her hips wedged against the sides of the tub.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dieting?” Troy asked.
For a minute mom looked like she might have a heart attack, but then she seemed to relax and even smile. “Oh my. I thought you were my husband. He would kill me if he saw me eating like this. I don’t know why, but I just can’t stop.”
“Maybe all those years of dieting just to please him are catching up with you. A fat karma if you will, for depriving yourself what you love just to please someone else.” Troy was pretty proud of his little tag line about karma.
As vulnerable as mom was on her back in the bath she was buzzed off all the sugar and found the tall masked stranger somewhat erotic. “Are you one of Ricky’s friends? That’s kind of an odd costume. And you really should not be in here seeing me like this.” Despite her words her tone sounded like she was happy to get some kind of attention. “But I suppose you’re right, depriving myself of all the foods I love just to keep the image Carl is so obsessed with was bound to backfire eventually.” Mom peered down past her tummy to her hips oozing against the tub. “My ass just gets so…I don’t know, cellulite-y and large. He won’t even touch me when I’m this big.”
“Well I don’t have that problem at all.” Troy stepped forward and gently rubbed mom’s distended belly with his gloved hand. Stuffed as she was the rubbing felt good. She moaned and closed her eyes. As soon as she did Troy reached down and grabbed the undone belt of her robe and tied it around her bulging tummy, just under the belly button. Loosely at first and then slowly he pulled the knot tighter until it created a small ridge. He was getting pretty comfortable in his masked persona.
Mom opened her eyes. “Oh don’t do that. I’ve eaten quite a bit. My stomach’s a little sensitive.”
“Just squeezing those cupcakes on down to your hips. It looks like that‘s where they‘ll be going anyway.” Troy pulled the belt a bit tighter, eliciting a small squeal from mom.
“Oh probably.” Her cupcake crumb covered finger moved down to quickly loosen the belt allowing her belly to bounce back to its rounded shape. “I’ve always been bottom heavy. The fatter I get the more extreme I get. Carl says when I’m naked I still look like I’m wearing pants made of melted marshmallows. He‘s so mean sometimes.”
“Well if the problem is your husband’s ingrained sense of what’s attractive the best way to retrain him is to completely shock him with something so far at the other end of the spectrum that he cracks.”
“I don’t get it. What-” Mom did not get to finish. Troy cranked up the strength of the speaker hidden on the bathroom shelf and her mouth instantly started to water. He went back out in the hallway and retrieved two dozen more cupcakes. He gently set them atop mom’s belly mound and left her shoving them into her mouth two at a time. “Oh I can’t stop. I can’t imagine my getting fatter will change Carl’s outlook,” mom garbed almost more to herself as she ate.
“Maybe. But that’s the price you pay for forcing yourself thin for someone else. Now he’ll have to learn to overcome his preconceived notions and your have to remember to butter your saddlebags to get through doors.” Troy helped stuff a fourth cupcake into the mouth that was already struggling to chew three at once and then left mom to her binge.
On his way out the house Troy peeked into the master bedroom. Dad was scratching his basketball sized belly in his sleep. Len saw no need to wake him to drive home his point. In a few hours a wife stuffed with dozens of cupcakes calling out for assistance to get unstuck from the guest tub will be lesson enough.
Troy was ecstatic about his alter ego. He was certain he would find a way to make more use of it in college, even if he was not sure just how.
If only he knew that was out of his control.
"The horrible screams mean it's working!"
|07-20-2011, 03:02 PM||#3|
Join Date: Feb 2007
The End of the Prank. The Beginning of a New Life
The next day Troy pulled up to pick Ricky up to head off to the campus. He watched the three very overweight family members say their goodbyes. All their bellies looked painfully swollen from an intense mid morning snack. Tristan looked uncomfortable. She had not been out of the house in weeks so even the bright sun seemed to bother her. She folded her arms up under her drooping chest. She had been too big for any of the bras she owned for a while now.
Mom seemed in a food coma, instinctively rubbing her belly through the elastic front of her maternity pants.
Dad seemed embarrassed to be seen in public with his overweight family as he burped and grunted his goodbyes.
Troy knew as soon as they turned around and headed into the house all thoughts would return to what was important; eating.
Driving away Ricky turned and asked, “You did get all the speakers out of the house right?”
“They still ate like nothing had changed this morning. I mean you can’t expect that we keep this up while we’re away at school. They’d all need motorized carts to lug their fat asses around by sophomore year.”
Troy chuckled. “That would be ridiculous. I think it’ll just take a little time for them to get back to normal,” Troy lied. “By Christmas they’ll be close to their old selves. And probably giving you a hard time about the weight you’ll pick up living off pizza and soda.”
Ricky did not look like he entirely believed his friend, but changed the topic. Until they passed a Burger King. “Why don’t you stop there. I suddenly feel hungry.”
Hundreds of miles up into space a small ship hovered, hidden by a cluster of space debris. Inside an creature stood in the observation deck looking at screens that showed Troy and Ricky along with Ricky’s family back at the house gorging on sweets.
It was an odd looking creature. A large round head with glowing orange eyes on top of a skeletal body, partially covered in a mechanical exoskeleton. Another identical alien but with blue eyes walked into the room behind him. He folded his arms and shook his head disapprovingly. He barked out in some animalistic grunt.
The observing alien turned, annoyed. “While we are on assignment out here you can at least use the language, General Zon. It’ll be hard to assimilate into the planet if we can’t even comminicate.”
“I don’t care to assimilate into anywhere. Takeover has and always will be the overriding goal, Chancellor Golan. But currently we are not supposed to be engaging the enemy. What part of reconisiance mission do you not comprehend?” Although he spoke loudly the pointy teeth in his skinless head did not move. General Zon was in charge of military operations for the small ship. The mission that had been handed down to him was to observe the human military and report back home with his opinion on how best to move forward in taking over the planet.
“I’m bored. We’ve been out here observing these mindless, fragile twerps for ages. Plus they are fun to manipulate.” The chancellor was on board to study the culture and offer his take on the odd life forms. He was not there by the general’s choice.
“Mindless but not fragile and very temperamental. You invoke their ire and our little ship will be lucky to withstand the onslaught if we are caught off guard. These species are not aware of other life forms and will unleash all their weaponry if they are threatened. Their planet could be useful to us, but is dying and not worth the loss of life and resources that a full scale attack would cause, even if victory is practically assured in our favor. It has already been determined by the council that our best bet is to observe and find ways to use their gluttony against them. Finding a efficient method of Fattening on a global scale until resistance is not an option for them is the best possible solution. Conversely, poking at a handful of them from a distance will do nothing but endanger our mission and our existence.”
“I have a purpose to my tinkering. I found a young one whose mindset was such that he did not take much to turn into a agent for our kind. I fashioned him into something of a superhero.”
The general stared back at his shipmate blankly.
“It is like a folk hero.”
“And you really think your effort of fattening three of the billions over the course of 18 human years was a success?”
“You and the council are unrealistic in your plans I fear. Trying to overtake the whole planet even if they are incapacitated with their adipose tissue would spread our forces far too thin. I still believe working on a small grouping of these humans - a town as they call it- would at least put us on the planet and give us an opportunity to learn in the field and branch out at our leisure. Besides, the actual fattening done here took less then a fourth of a human year. Pretty rapid, I’d say. With one more year of this the three you see on the screen would be so fat not only would they be unable to put up much attack against your precious armies but they would be hard pressed to run to try and escape capture. Our lab teams could just walk up and incarcerate them for further study. The timeframe given by the council for our reconnaissance mission is many more human years. Think of all we could accomplish before we stand before the council.”
Zon looked at the screen showing Tristan shoveling cake into her fat face. “There is promise, but until we have official approval from the overlord I will still have to claim ignorance on your little side project.”
“But you are not shutting me down?”
“Continue with this one ‘hero’. Maybe expand his means of being able to fatten targets. Perhaps with some more success we would have enough to bring to the council.”
Golan pointed a clawed hand at the screen showing Ricky scarfing down a bagful of burgers while a speaker unknowingly under his car seat kept him hungry. Next to him a earplug wearing Troy drove along. “I really think I’m onto something hear.”
“Just keep it respectable. You and your love of their culture seem to be trying harder to make this into one of their comic reading materials complete with costumed super heroes and everything simply for your entertainment and less about our eventual take over of their planet.”
Golan shrugged and turned back to the screen. “You have your goals. I have mine. A real superhero would need a sidekick.” His orange eyes looked off as if planning in his head the next steps.
"The horrible screams mean it's working!"
|07-25-2011, 04:33 AM||#6|
Join Date: Feb 2007
River City University
Three months later
Jane got up early. She was anxious to see if her little plan would work. Mary was still asleep in the top bunk. Jane hurried out of the dorm room down the hall to the showers to get ready. While she waited for the water to heat up she examined herself in the mirror. Her body was a far cry from the 87 pound gymnast that had gone to state last year. Severely spraining her knee during a bad uneven bar dismount left her without a state title and with a leg that would never be back to 100 percent according to two doctors. They told her it was something of an unfortunate fluke that then tendons would not heal completely. As depressed as Jane had been about the end on her gynastic career she had other things to worry about. Getting into college and worrying about her metabolism adjusting to not working out four hours a day.
College was no sweat, but her metabolism took a big hit. Jane gained twenty pounds before the end of the summer. On her 4’10 frame that was a lot. With nothing to do she ate out of boredom and a little depression. Then it became a habit she could not stop. Not that she wanted to. After years of eating strict diets to keep her fit and trim the freedom to overeat was great. The results were harder to accept. Her thick muscular thighs were thinker and flabby. She could easily pinch an inch around her formerly taut belly. And she had boobs for the first time, squeezable jiggling boobs.
The whole thing was hard to take for Jane. Not having gymnastics to fall back into once she got to college on top of all the things that go along with freshman year was making her a nervous wreck. She kept telling herself it was no big deal. She liked eating and odds were she was going to plump up anyway unless she had kept up gymnastics forever. She would be fine ending up an overweight housewife in the suburbs some day, but until then she had a hard time when so many other girls in school did not seem to have the same problem as her.
And as she looked at herself in the mirror naked she noticed that even being chubby when she got to school had not kept her from the freshman fifteen. Jane guessed she was close to 120 by now. For her that was unbelievably heavy. She was definitely having her weight settle onto her formerly firm and muscular lower half, although love handles were developing that jiggled just as much as her rump. If her ass got much bigger she’d be in plus-sized clothes by sophomore year. It was a large round exaggerated version on her tight gymnast rump, just so soft and rubbery.
There was just too much junk food around campus and not enough reasons for her to exercise. And so Jane had developed her plan to make her feel a bit better about herself. It was to try and fatten her roomate up so together they could lament the dreaded freshman fifteen as the ate pizza late at night. A well placed package of bagels on Mary’s desk was the start. Jane had researched and some bagels were even higher calories then donuts. Couple that with a lunch at McDonalds and pizza for supper and hopefully Mary would be on her way to outgrowing her shorts.
Jane poked at her chubby knees trying to determine if she was getting cellulite or just had a crease and then hurried through her shower.
Back in the room Mary woke when Jane turned on her hairdryer. “Sorry to wake you.”
“Oh no. No problem I have a nine o’clock class.” Even just up in the morning the slender Mary was eternally cheery. Something Jane hoped would change with a little pudge.
“I got some bagels. They are the best. Go ahead and take a couple,” Jane urged as casually as she could.
“Oh no thanks,” Mary said as she slid into her short and threw on a shirt. “I have a date with that guy from my calculus class tonight. I better save my calories for dinner.” Mary grabbed her books and darted out the door.
That left Jane to sit in the dorm smelling fresh bagels. She thought briefly about maybe keeping them for tomorrow, but her willpower was not that strong. She reasoned they’d be stale as she munched three before leaving for her ten o’clock class.
Maybe cookies would work better to tempt Mary, Jane thought as she hurried out the door. There might be time to stop at the well known local bakery and pick some up before class.
Very Good Baked Goods
Troy had been busy in college refining Fat Karma’s technique. He found that there was no shortage of college students that, similar to Tristan, had forced or tried to force their bodies to be unnaturally thin.
On top of trying to keep up with his relatively light freshman load of classes he learned hypnotism and spent extra time in the chemistry lab disecting just what was in the clear gel he had used so successfully on Tristan. Useful as it was the stuff was pretty specific and Troy hoped to broaden its reach. Probably the thing Troy was most proud of that he came up with during his first few months at school was the funnel gun. It was based on the same concept of the tools dentist use to lock open an uncooperative pateints mouth only it was hooked up to a trigger. In the neutral position the mouthpiece easily could slide between the lips of its target. Activate the trigger and the person’s mouth locks open in the widest postion while a funnel mounted right behind the seprator slides into place. The unit was pretty compact with a funnel just big enough for a gallon of melted ice cream to easily fit in the horn.
Troy worked on his stuff when he could. His roommate was not around a lot so he did a lot of his tinkering in his dorm. He used the chemistry lab whenever he could to tweak some of the serums and creams he had designs for in his head.
Even with all the planning Troy had found some time to scope out his first target.
Patricia Helpert was the owner of a local bakery who was well known for her amazing pastries, beautiful cakes and struggle with her weight. Her bakery was right on campus and was a favorite with the students. She was something of a local celebrity since she was from the area, had left to go to school and see the world and ended up back in her small town as a successful businesswoman. Troy became familiar with her bakery by word of mouth with other students. Once in the store he was able to read about her Oprah-like battle with her weight on her wall via a series of framed local newspaper articles (along with the many awards her baked goods won) . She had started out a thin go getter. Pictures of her in Europe with her fiancé before she came back and started the bakery had her looking almost athletic. Once she stopped her adventurous lifestyle and settled into her dream job of owning a bakery her weight rose. Pictures showed her at bake offs looking various stages of obese, overweight and pudgy. Off to the side of the framed homage to her and her bakery’s success was a smaller section with clips about her weight loss. 75 pounds dropped by a woman that peddles fattening treats was enough to get a write up in the local newspaper which she framed and gave a spot on the wall almost in a more noticeable spot then the awards. Apparently in the small town that was considered newsworthy, even when it seemed to happen every couple years. One article with the headline: Local woman known for her irresistible cupcakes masters the art of willpower, showed before and after pictures with Patricia looking quite obese with a belly that hung down her thighs and breasts so large they jutted off the side of her massive middle. The after was a still quite overweight baker, but with a much smaller rack and a less substantial belly. Even the hint of a neck could be seen beneath her chins.
The Patricia that served Troy every day when he stopped in for coffee and to admire the plump young co-eds that feed their craving for sweets at the bakery was in fact even smaller then the latest picture along her commemorative wall. Patricia was still quite heavy. Well above 200 at Troy’s best guess. But she seemed quite proud of her ability to pass up the very delectible goodies she sold to her customers. Whenever someone would come in and compliment her on how “small” she was Patricia would go on and on about it was simply mind over matter and she felt confident she was well on her way to her goal weight even if it meant never eating another cupcake or cookie again no matter how much she missed them.
To simon that did not seem right that a person would torture themselves by denying the very thing they were best at while selling them to the public. It was just common sense that a person with such talent at baking would be fat. Anything else would be unnatural.
It seemed as if Fat Karma was desperately needed before the town had a stick thin woman baking for them. And so that became Troy’s project for the first few months of his freshman year. He worked fast and using the same technique he had employed on Ricky’s family with speakers hidden around the bakery. Patricia was having to work almost non stop what with the customers suddenly being even more hungry for her sweets when they came in. Patricia gained weight so fast it was probably even more newsworthy then her rapid weight loss that she framed on her wall. Within three months he was ready to drive his leason home one morning.
"The horrible screams mean it's working!"
Last edited by elroycohen : 07-25-2011 at 04:36 AM.