Britt Reid
Library Editor
~BBW, Imagery, Revenge, ~MWG ~ Jayme becomes all she can be, and more
Jayme Finley might almost have been described as the perfect woman. She was tall, very tall. So tall she said she was 5' 12 " instead of six feet. She weighed 125 pounds, thin to be sure but surprisingly curvy.
Jayme had golden blonde hair, periwinkle blue eyes and a smile that would light up a room. Her face was somewhere between truly beautiful and merely cute and she had long shapely legs that made you think of Las Vegas showgirls.
Thing is, Jayme wasn't just about her looks. Her intelligence was, if anything, even more intimidating than her appearance. She had an IQ of 172, was highly articulate with an sardonic wit that rose to almost any occasion and a work ethic that just wouldn't stop.
She had one of two effects on people. To most men she was unapproachable, combining a quasi-covergirl appearance with keen intelligence and a withering sense of humor. To most women she was a rival, one they couldn't hope to match on any level which just made them jealous. This made for a surprisingly lonely existence.
Now Jayme was a rising star at the law firm of Wilton & Strauss in Chicago. She had made law review at the University of Chicago Law School and was an honors graduate of Northwestern University 's Kellogg School of Management. For the most part most everyone at Wilton & Strauss either loved her or respected her, some both. All that is except her colleague and secret rival, Claire Todd.
Claire was a pretty impressive woman herself. She wasn 't quite as tall at 5' 6" and not nearly as thin at 150 pounds but that weight was distributed along an hourglass figure that would have been stunning in say 1955, although a trifle lush for more modern tastes. She had curly brown hair (which she hated, by the way!) green eyes, what could only be described as a pouty mouth which she accented with a deep red lipstick, and a face that was more beautiful than cute. And she hated Jayme. Well, perhaps hated was too strong a word, perhaps jealous would have been more appropriate.
Needless to say, Claire suffered with every Jayme triumph and as Jayme was the rising star of the mergers and acquisitions department of Wilton & Strauss, Jayme had had a LOT of triumphs.
Claire had a lot of wonderful qualities. She too was intelligent. She had a wonderful fashion sense, always seeming to find just the right outfit for every occasion. She was perhaps more talkative than articulate and while she had a great sense of humor with an infectious laugh, she wasn't really funny herself, certainly not nearly as quick-witted as Jayme. But one of the things about Claire was that she was VERY intuitive, always able to assess and exploit any weakness in what she considered a rival.
After three years of observing Jayme Finley in action Claire had discovered what she considered to be a chink in Jayme 's formidable armor.
While she was indeed a beautiful woman, Jayme prided herself on her ability rather than her appearance. In fact, she was downright defensive about being attractive, not that this was readily apparent, by the way. But Claire had picked up on it right away and filed it away for later use.
One day, her opportunity presented itself. One of the female associates was being let go. For the most part it was just an economy move. But the office scuttlebutt had it that her imminent departure was mainly due NOT to her lack of ability as an attorney but rather for her lack of potential as a rainmaker. In fact, Claire had heard one of the senior partners say, "I hate to say it, but how many male clients would a fat girl like Martha attract? ".
Yes, that was it! Suddenly Claire had discovered her weapon of choice to use against the unsuspecting Jayme, but how was she going to deploy it?
The first step in Claire 's insidious plan to bring Jayme Finley down a step or two was to cultivate their friendship. Claire couldn't help but notice that Jayme didn't have any real friends at the office and certainly none among the women. So it was easy enough to start inviting Jayme out to lunch on some work-related pretext. They'd go out for the occasional Friday afternoon cocktail or two to unwind and let off some steam.
It was just casual conversation mind you. But somehow Claire would manage to subtly weave stories into their conversations, stories about how the "less attractive" female attorneys at the firm didn't advance quite as much and certainly not nearly as quickly as the pretty ones.
Of course, Claire was quick to assure Jayme that none of this had ANYTHING to do with HER. Secretly, however, Claire couldn't help but notice Jayme squirm uncomfortably when these stories arose, indicating to her that her subliminal message was getting through: Jayme owed her elevated position at Wilton & Strauss more to her good looks than to her ability as an attorney.
After six months of Claire 's "treatment ", Jayme began to question herself.
Was she a so-called rising star because she was a great attorney or because her beautiful appearance turned the heads of her male colleagues?
Jayme started confiding in her new-found friend Claire about her doubts and Claire would dismiss them out of hand, assuring her that at Wilton & Strauss it was talent that mattered. However, if during the course of a long evening at some nearby watering hole or other a story about the travails of a dumpy associate or three entered the conversation, so much the better.
Before long Jayme began to obsess about the "double standard ". She would wonder to Claire out loud if a pair of long, luscious legs meant more at Wilton & Strauss than a firm grasp of the nuances of corporate law. It was at this point that Claire KNEW it was time to spring her trap.
One night, over dinner, Jayme told Claire about a case to which she had been assigned. Ordinarily it would have been handled by one of the senior attorneys in mergers & acquisitions, but her boss said he thought Jayme brought certain "special " qualities to the table that none of the senior attorneys possessed. The fact that ALL of the senior attorneys in mergers and acquisitions were male was, of course, merely a coincidence.
Claire then mentioned what she had previously considered unmentionable, that perhaps it WAS true that Jayme 's good fortune at Wilton & Strauss was more due to a gorgeous body than a razor sharp mind. She knew that this would put Jayme into a funk and that Jayme would turn to her good friend Claire for advice, which is exactly what happened.
Quickly, albeit "reluctantly," Claire mentioned that if Jayme was SO concerned about being judged on her appearance, maybe she should do something to slightly alter it.
Jayme then asked the crucial question that sprung Claire 's trap, "What, short of plastic surgery, could I do? ".
To which Claire "innocently " suggested, "Not surgery - why not gain some weight? ".
"Gain weight? ", Jayme asked incredulously.
"Sure, why not put on a few pounds? ", replied a secretly delighted Claire. She went on to explain that if Jayme wanted to discover what her REAL status was with the firm, resident babe or serious attorney, the only way to do it was NOT to be a babe anymore.
Sure, she could take out her contacts and put on a pair of horn rim glasses, but the fact is that men DO make passes at girls who wear glasses, IF they are pretty enough, but how many guys put moves on fat girls? And after all, suggested Claire, it 's NOT like being fat is permanent. After all, you could go on a diet and slim down to your former self. But at least THIS way you 'd know for sure that your status at Wilton & Strauss was due more to your appearance and sex appeal than it was to your appearance before the Court of Appeals.
At this argument, Jayme 's face virtually lit up and Claire knew that her trap had sprung for sure.
But Jayme, as usual, had her own ideas.
First off, if Jayme WAS going to gain weight, there were certain things she just wouldn't do. For instance, junk food was OUT! She wasn't about to ruin her health by eating a lot of crap just to conduct an experiment in the way humans responded to a change in appearance. She was bound and determined to eat healthy, just eat more. And she wouldn't totally give up on exercise either. She wanted to get fatter, not flabbier too! So Jayme embarked on her program of acquisitions, calorie acquisitions that is.
Take, for example, breakfast. Usually she 'd just wolf down a couple of pieces of dry toast with a cup of black coffee in the morning. Now she got up a half hour earlier so she could enjoy a bowl of oatmeal with butter, sugar and some half and half, a big glass of orange juice, and a toasted bagel with just a dab of cream cheese and maybe a teaspoon of strawberry jam. When she got hungry mid-morning, she 'd eat a banana or a large apple instead of just drinking a glass or two of water.
She continued to exercise, but instead of an intense workout of say an hour, she 'd take a few leisurely laps in the pool, maybe 20 minutes on an exercise bike and a short walk around the track. All in all, she probably added around a net 500 calories a day to her daily intake. So, at the end of a week, she gained about a pound and after a month, she was up about four, four and a half pounds. Nothing major, no even what you could call a significant gain, certainly not noticeable. Well, not noticeable to MOST folks, but Claire certainly took in the changes, but she said nothing, only smiled in secret encouragement.
After a time the experiment was six months old and Jayme had become the talk of the office. Yes, that first month had passed without comment, even the second didn 't cause a rise out of anyone.
But after six months Jayme had managed to pack on 28 pounds to her once sylphlike body. She now weighed a few pounds more than her good friend Claire. Now she wasn't what you would call fat. In fact, if you had never seen the OLD Jayme, you 'd think she was still a bit on the thin side, but there WERE subtle changes.
Her size 32A breasts were now a more womanly 34B. Her belly had added a hint of roundness, where before it had been completely flat. And now she had an ass, at least one that the guys would now turn around and notice.
If either Claire or Jayme thought these additional pounds and inches would ruin Jayme 's appearance and cause her to lose status, they were both sadly mistaken. Jayme was now rounder and curvier, looking more like a 1950s sex symbol than a latter day supermodel. Oh, some of the cattier women in the office whispered that Jayme 's rounder belly might just be a baby bump, but for the most part the reaction to Jayme 's new figure was surprisingly positive.
This meant that Claire had to play a very subtle game with Jayme, emphasizing the men 's positive reaction to Jayme 's rounder self and making Jayme feel that she was now even MORE of a sex object than she had been before. She also had to do a bit of hand-holding with Jayme from time to time because Jayme wasn 't always thrilled with her new body.
First off, Jayme hadn 't realized how hard it would be to lug around an extra 30 pounds. Even her modest exercise program was getting harder and harder to do and walking longer distances certainly got her a lot more winded than she had ever been before. Climbing several flights of stairs not only made her winded but sweaty too!
And then there was the matter of a new wardrobe. Virtually none of her old clothes fit anymore. Her bras were tight, her panties were turning into thongs, her blouses were riding up her rounder belly exposing a band of jiggly belly fat and her skirts barely fit over her round ass, making it impossible for her to zip any of them up anymore.
Claire always sympathized and suggested that Jayme had done enough and that she should just quit her gaining program and go back to being just a pretty face. She fully expected that any day Jayme would announce that she was going on a diet and that she would be back to her old figure in no time. But, to Claire 's surprise, Jayme always rejected any and all of these suggestions.
One night over dinner, Jayme confessed something to Claire. Sure, gaining was hard on her physically. Yes, she got winded from time to time and long walks and climbing stairs sometimes left her gasping for air and sweating profusely, but after all there WERE alternatives. Isn 't that why God had invented taxi cabs and elevators?
What Jayme hadn 't expected at all was the way the added weight made her feel. Yes, she had extra heft, but there was also the wonderfully erotic feeling her fatter boobs and belly jiggling as she moved now gave her. She had become aware of her body in a way she had never experienced before. She found that she couldn't help but thump, pat, and massage her nice round belly. This gave her a sense of eroticism so intense it was amazing, namely because no one else had to know what was going on and why she looked as satisfied as she did.
Her breasts had always been almost too small and perky to even notice. But now her aureole were widening and she found herself playing with them in the shower and pleasuring herself in ways that had never been available to her. And now she found herself taking baths, watching her boobs float in the water and hefting them at the same time sending orgasmic waves throughout her body. No, she had decided, a slim figure wasn't worth giving up these new gifts for.
And then there was the psychological orgasming too. She could see the look of pity she was getting, particularly from the women, as her once "perfect " figure was being transformed into merely "ordinary " before their very eyes. It was a feeling intensified by the fact that she KNEW she was deliberately destroying that perfect figure and that the destruction was sure to continue as she intended to gain more and more weight.
Claire was shocked! She thought she knew Jayme but now was aware she hadn't known her at all
Three months passed by quickly and the changes in Jayme were becoming ever more apparent. In twelve short weeks she had acquired an additional 19 pounds, weighing in at now chubby 172 pounds. It wasn't that she was stuffing or binging. Oh, she WAS eating more than in the early days of her gaining program and some of them were definitely empty calories. For instance, now at dinner, she'd always have a glass or two of wine because it relaxed her and made her feel sexy too! And she discovered the pure joy of a dish of ice cream for dessert. Nothing major mind you, but now she was gaining an extra pound and a quarter or so a week..
Naturally, she was even MORE the talk of the office than she had been before. Without doubt her breasts were now bigger than they had EVER been before, swelling to at least a size 36C cup, well actually overflowing her size 36C cups but still not yet ready for the dreaded D cup range. Of course, they lost almost every last vestige of perkiness they had once had, now sagging noticeably with the random stretch mark or two and a network of blue veins starting to make their mark. Her aureole now were almost the size of half dollars, drawing her nimble fingers to them like a pair of erotic magnets.
She also acquired a definite paunch, almost a beer belly if you will, now perpetually round even when she tried to suck it in, which was hardly ever. Stretch marks criss-crossed her belly too and her belly button which had been almost negligible was now deep and decidedly round. Her hips had widened and her ass had rounded and cellulite had crept in here and there adding a kind of cottage cheesy quality to what had once been beautifully smooth skin.
It wasn't that she was unrecognizable, after all, she had gained less than 50 pounds in a nine month period. But now if you passed her on the street you would have to do a double take to be absolutely sure it was Jayme Finley you had just seen.
Jayme was hardly oblivious to the physical changes in herself or the way in which people reacted to the changes. What fascinated her were the internal changes, if you will.
For the old Jayme, eating was more like refueling, just another way to keep body and soul together. But now good food and fine wine were sensual experiences to be embraced with gusto.
Before, she hated shopping for new clothes, looking on the entire experience as a necessary evil. Now she reveled in the challenge of finding new clothes than enhanced her figure and made her look sexy and desirable. Low cut blouses and short, short skirts that had once been rejected as unbusinesslike were now sought out with enthusiasm and a heightened sense of sensuality.
She loved how it just FELT to be fat. She loved that her breasts now sagged because feeling them on her upper belly gave her a sexual tingle. Sure, having an ass was an inconvenience. She bumped into things that she would have easily avoided just a few short months before, but whereas before she worried that her butt looked big or that it was starting to sag, now all she had to do was look into a mirror to see that her butt WAS big and that it sagged all over the place and that she LOVED it.
Life and living had turned into a totally sensual experience, a thing of beauty and a joy forever!
As Claire had always suspected, the more that Jayme 's weight rose, the more her status in the firm fell. By the time she had reached the size 12-14 category, she had been neatly shunted from meeting with clients to preparing contracts, based on the premise that she was more valuable to the firm in that role due to her vast knowledge of contract law. What Claire didn't know and couldn't fully appreciate was that this change in status was going to work out well for the both of them.
Jayme got two things. One, by working exclusively on contracts her love for and appreciation of the nuances and subtleties of the law was amazingly renewed. And two, her change in status presented her with the gift of time.
Now she didn't have to spend interminable hours holding clients hands during long, unproductive afternoon meetings or holding off clients during evening conferences that were more about flirting and seduction than mergers and acquisitions. And Jayme put that time to good use, enrolling in the Master 's of Law program at the Clarke College of Law.
Claire couldn't see why Jayme would waste her time on that kind of sterile intellectual exercise that would do her career not one bit of good. But, Claire reasoned, if Jayme was sitting around reading dull, dry law books, she at least wouldn't be in the gym trying to sweat off the pounds she had put on. And certainly she wouldn’t be attempting to make sure she wouldn't pack on any more blubber.
You see, Claire had bigger fish to fry. If the whole "Jayme Experience " taught her anything it taught her that she 'd never get anywhere at Wilton & Strauss by being merely cute, pretty or even just plain attractive. If she wanted to grab what Jayme had so recklessly eaten away, she 'd have to completely transform herself, which she set out to do.
So, Claire joined a gym, acquired a personal trainer and a nutritionist, switched to a decidedly more upscale beauty salon and contacted a fashion consultant to re-make and refine her entire wardrobe.
Within a year, Jayme was three quarters through her Master 's program, thanks to the miracle of on-line education and Claire had indeed become a totally new woman, appearance-wise at any rate, having lost 27 pounds, going from a size 10 to a size 6, straightening out her curly red hair and growing it longer with a few blonde streaks added here and there, and adding a hotter, sexier wardrobe with lower cut tops and much shorter skirts.
As Claire was redefining herself Jayme was too. For a whole year she continued and enhanced her love affair with all things food. Not that she was making a pig of herself or binging and stuffing with the sole purpose of just gaining weight. No, Jayme just engaged in the good old-fashioned art of solid, come-what-may eating. And that added to her sedentary student lifestyle added another 89 pounds to Jayme 's already somewhat ponderous figure. She had become a 261 pound porker, to use a description of herself she overheard at the office while taking care of business in the ladies ' room.
Actually, Jayme had pretty much stopped thinking about gaining and the extra poundage finding its way onto her body. She regarded to extra pounds and inches as a delightful result of her all-consuming love affair with good food and fine wine. And she was making money – very good money with her advanced knowledge.
But one weekend, during the Christmas holidays when she finally had some time to herself, Jayme just happened to glance at her image in the bathroom mirror as she emerged from a long, luxurious bath. She was stunned. What she saw in the mirror didn't match her image of herself.
Oh, she realized she had put on a pound or two here and there, that much was obvious. But as she looked hard at herself, what she saw was a fat woman. Not chubby or plump or maybe just big-boned or any of at least a dozen euphemism for fat she had been hearing for lo these many months.
No, what she saw in the mirror was one great, big, fat woman. What had once been a pair of perky little breasts now hung down to her chest like two massive rounds of gorgonzola cheese, criss-crossed with a random series of blue veins. Actually, the word that crossed Jayme 's mind was udders; big bulky cow 's udders with a couple of aureole round like a pair of silver dollars with a pair of nipples that looked as if they had breast-fed triplets for that last three years.
Her belly had swollen like a vat of bread dough that had just been forgotten and allowed to rise to stupendous proportions with deep pink and angry red stretch marks wending their way here and there, making her belly look like a gigantic relief map of Europe. And her butt, that once heart-shaped, taut mass of gluteal muscles now looked as if she had swallowed two large sized watermelons and them covered them with a thick layer of cottage cheese.
At one time, Jayme would have been horrified to have gained three pounds, rushing off to the gym to run and sweat all those ounces right off her body. But now Jayme just smiled at herself, smacked those jiggly, round butt cheeks and said, "What 's for breakfast? "!!
A Thing of Beauty
By Bellyguy1951
By Bellyguy1951
Jayme Finley might almost have been described as the perfect woman. She was tall, very tall. So tall she said she was 5' 12 " instead of six feet. She weighed 125 pounds, thin to be sure but surprisingly curvy.
Jayme had golden blonde hair, periwinkle blue eyes and a smile that would light up a room. Her face was somewhere between truly beautiful and merely cute and she had long shapely legs that made you think of Las Vegas showgirls.
Thing is, Jayme wasn't just about her looks. Her intelligence was, if anything, even more intimidating than her appearance. She had an IQ of 172, was highly articulate with an sardonic wit that rose to almost any occasion and a work ethic that just wouldn't stop.
She had one of two effects on people. To most men she was unapproachable, combining a quasi-covergirl appearance with keen intelligence and a withering sense of humor. To most women she was a rival, one they couldn't hope to match on any level which just made them jealous. This made for a surprisingly lonely existence.
Now Jayme was a rising star at the law firm of Wilton & Strauss in Chicago. She had made law review at the University of Chicago Law School and was an honors graduate of Northwestern University 's Kellogg School of Management. For the most part most everyone at Wilton & Strauss either loved her or respected her, some both. All that is except her colleague and secret rival, Claire Todd.
Claire was a pretty impressive woman herself. She wasn 't quite as tall at 5' 6" and not nearly as thin at 150 pounds but that weight was distributed along an hourglass figure that would have been stunning in say 1955, although a trifle lush for more modern tastes. She had curly brown hair (which she hated, by the way!) green eyes, what could only be described as a pouty mouth which she accented with a deep red lipstick, and a face that was more beautiful than cute. And she hated Jayme. Well, perhaps hated was too strong a word, perhaps jealous would have been more appropriate.
Needless to say, Claire suffered with every Jayme triumph and as Jayme was the rising star of the mergers and acquisitions department of Wilton & Strauss, Jayme had had a LOT of triumphs.
Claire had a lot of wonderful qualities. She too was intelligent. She had a wonderful fashion sense, always seeming to find just the right outfit for every occasion. She was perhaps more talkative than articulate and while she had a great sense of humor with an infectious laugh, she wasn't really funny herself, certainly not nearly as quick-witted as Jayme. But one of the things about Claire was that she was VERY intuitive, always able to assess and exploit any weakness in what she considered a rival.
After three years of observing Jayme Finley in action Claire had discovered what she considered to be a chink in Jayme 's formidable armor.
While she was indeed a beautiful woman, Jayme prided herself on her ability rather than her appearance. In fact, she was downright defensive about being attractive, not that this was readily apparent, by the way. But Claire had picked up on it right away and filed it away for later use.
One day, her opportunity presented itself. One of the female associates was being let go. For the most part it was just an economy move. But the office scuttlebutt had it that her imminent departure was mainly due NOT to her lack of ability as an attorney but rather for her lack of potential as a rainmaker. In fact, Claire had heard one of the senior partners say, "I hate to say it, but how many male clients would a fat girl like Martha attract? ".
Yes, that was it! Suddenly Claire had discovered her weapon of choice to use against the unsuspecting Jayme, but how was she going to deploy it?
The first step in Claire 's insidious plan to bring Jayme Finley down a step or two was to cultivate their friendship. Claire couldn't help but notice that Jayme didn't have any real friends at the office and certainly none among the women. So it was easy enough to start inviting Jayme out to lunch on some work-related pretext. They'd go out for the occasional Friday afternoon cocktail or two to unwind and let off some steam.
It was just casual conversation mind you. But somehow Claire would manage to subtly weave stories into their conversations, stories about how the "less attractive" female attorneys at the firm didn't advance quite as much and certainly not nearly as quickly as the pretty ones.
Of course, Claire was quick to assure Jayme that none of this had ANYTHING to do with HER. Secretly, however, Claire couldn't help but notice Jayme squirm uncomfortably when these stories arose, indicating to her that her subliminal message was getting through: Jayme owed her elevated position at Wilton & Strauss more to her good looks than to her ability as an attorney.
After six months of Claire 's "treatment ", Jayme began to question herself.
Was she a so-called rising star because she was a great attorney or because her beautiful appearance turned the heads of her male colleagues?
Jayme started confiding in her new-found friend Claire about her doubts and Claire would dismiss them out of hand, assuring her that at Wilton & Strauss it was talent that mattered. However, if during the course of a long evening at some nearby watering hole or other a story about the travails of a dumpy associate or three entered the conversation, so much the better.
Before long Jayme began to obsess about the "double standard ". She would wonder to Claire out loud if a pair of long, luscious legs meant more at Wilton & Strauss than a firm grasp of the nuances of corporate law. It was at this point that Claire KNEW it was time to spring her trap.
One night, over dinner, Jayme told Claire about a case to which she had been assigned. Ordinarily it would have been handled by one of the senior attorneys in mergers & acquisitions, but her boss said he thought Jayme brought certain "special " qualities to the table that none of the senior attorneys possessed. The fact that ALL of the senior attorneys in mergers and acquisitions were male was, of course, merely a coincidence.
Claire then mentioned what she had previously considered unmentionable, that perhaps it WAS true that Jayme 's good fortune at Wilton & Strauss was more due to a gorgeous body than a razor sharp mind. She knew that this would put Jayme into a funk and that Jayme would turn to her good friend Claire for advice, which is exactly what happened.
Quickly, albeit "reluctantly," Claire mentioned that if Jayme was SO concerned about being judged on her appearance, maybe she should do something to slightly alter it.
Jayme then asked the crucial question that sprung Claire 's trap, "What, short of plastic surgery, could I do? ".
To which Claire "innocently " suggested, "Not surgery - why not gain some weight? ".
"Gain weight? ", Jayme asked incredulously.
"Sure, why not put on a few pounds? ", replied a secretly delighted Claire. She went on to explain that if Jayme wanted to discover what her REAL status was with the firm, resident babe or serious attorney, the only way to do it was NOT to be a babe anymore.
Sure, she could take out her contacts and put on a pair of horn rim glasses, but the fact is that men DO make passes at girls who wear glasses, IF they are pretty enough, but how many guys put moves on fat girls? And after all, suggested Claire, it 's NOT like being fat is permanent. After all, you could go on a diet and slim down to your former self. But at least THIS way you 'd know for sure that your status at Wilton & Strauss was due more to your appearance and sex appeal than it was to your appearance before the Court of Appeals.
At this argument, Jayme 's face virtually lit up and Claire knew that her trap had sprung for sure.
But Jayme, as usual, had her own ideas.
First off, if Jayme WAS going to gain weight, there were certain things she just wouldn't do. For instance, junk food was OUT! She wasn't about to ruin her health by eating a lot of crap just to conduct an experiment in the way humans responded to a change in appearance. She was bound and determined to eat healthy, just eat more. And she wouldn't totally give up on exercise either. She wanted to get fatter, not flabbier too! So Jayme embarked on her program of acquisitions, calorie acquisitions that is.
Take, for example, breakfast. Usually she 'd just wolf down a couple of pieces of dry toast with a cup of black coffee in the morning. Now she got up a half hour earlier so she could enjoy a bowl of oatmeal with butter, sugar and some half and half, a big glass of orange juice, and a toasted bagel with just a dab of cream cheese and maybe a teaspoon of strawberry jam. When she got hungry mid-morning, she 'd eat a banana or a large apple instead of just drinking a glass or two of water.
She continued to exercise, but instead of an intense workout of say an hour, she 'd take a few leisurely laps in the pool, maybe 20 minutes on an exercise bike and a short walk around the track. All in all, she probably added around a net 500 calories a day to her daily intake. So, at the end of a week, she gained about a pound and after a month, she was up about four, four and a half pounds. Nothing major, no even what you could call a significant gain, certainly not noticeable. Well, not noticeable to MOST folks, but Claire certainly took in the changes, but she said nothing, only smiled in secret encouragement.
After a time the experiment was six months old and Jayme had become the talk of the office. Yes, that first month had passed without comment, even the second didn 't cause a rise out of anyone.
But after six months Jayme had managed to pack on 28 pounds to her once sylphlike body. She now weighed a few pounds more than her good friend Claire. Now she wasn't what you would call fat. In fact, if you had never seen the OLD Jayme, you 'd think she was still a bit on the thin side, but there WERE subtle changes.
Her size 32A breasts were now a more womanly 34B. Her belly had added a hint of roundness, where before it had been completely flat. And now she had an ass, at least one that the guys would now turn around and notice.
If either Claire or Jayme thought these additional pounds and inches would ruin Jayme 's appearance and cause her to lose status, they were both sadly mistaken. Jayme was now rounder and curvier, looking more like a 1950s sex symbol than a latter day supermodel. Oh, some of the cattier women in the office whispered that Jayme 's rounder belly might just be a baby bump, but for the most part the reaction to Jayme 's new figure was surprisingly positive.
This meant that Claire had to play a very subtle game with Jayme, emphasizing the men 's positive reaction to Jayme 's rounder self and making Jayme feel that she was now even MORE of a sex object than she had been before. She also had to do a bit of hand-holding with Jayme from time to time because Jayme wasn 't always thrilled with her new body.
First off, Jayme hadn 't realized how hard it would be to lug around an extra 30 pounds. Even her modest exercise program was getting harder and harder to do and walking longer distances certainly got her a lot more winded than she had ever been before. Climbing several flights of stairs not only made her winded but sweaty too!
And then there was the matter of a new wardrobe. Virtually none of her old clothes fit anymore. Her bras were tight, her panties were turning into thongs, her blouses were riding up her rounder belly exposing a band of jiggly belly fat and her skirts barely fit over her round ass, making it impossible for her to zip any of them up anymore.
Claire always sympathized and suggested that Jayme had done enough and that she should just quit her gaining program and go back to being just a pretty face. She fully expected that any day Jayme would announce that she was going on a diet and that she would be back to her old figure in no time. But, to Claire 's surprise, Jayme always rejected any and all of these suggestions.
One night over dinner, Jayme confessed something to Claire. Sure, gaining was hard on her physically. Yes, she got winded from time to time and long walks and climbing stairs sometimes left her gasping for air and sweating profusely, but after all there WERE alternatives. Isn 't that why God had invented taxi cabs and elevators?
What Jayme hadn 't expected at all was the way the added weight made her feel. Yes, she had extra heft, but there was also the wonderfully erotic feeling her fatter boobs and belly jiggling as she moved now gave her. She had become aware of her body in a way she had never experienced before. She found that she couldn't help but thump, pat, and massage her nice round belly. This gave her a sense of eroticism so intense it was amazing, namely because no one else had to know what was going on and why she looked as satisfied as she did.
Her breasts had always been almost too small and perky to even notice. But now her aureole were widening and she found herself playing with them in the shower and pleasuring herself in ways that had never been available to her. And now she found herself taking baths, watching her boobs float in the water and hefting them at the same time sending orgasmic waves throughout her body. No, she had decided, a slim figure wasn't worth giving up these new gifts for.
And then there was the psychological orgasming too. She could see the look of pity she was getting, particularly from the women, as her once "perfect " figure was being transformed into merely "ordinary " before their very eyes. It was a feeling intensified by the fact that she KNEW she was deliberately destroying that perfect figure and that the destruction was sure to continue as she intended to gain more and more weight.
Claire was shocked! She thought she knew Jayme but now was aware she hadn't known her at all
Three months passed by quickly and the changes in Jayme were becoming ever more apparent. In twelve short weeks she had acquired an additional 19 pounds, weighing in at now chubby 172 pounds. It wasn't that she was stuffing or binging. Oh, she WAS eating more than in the early days of her gaining program and some of them were definitely empty calories. For instance, now at dinner, she'd always have a glass or two of wine because it relaxed her and made her feel sexy too! And she discovered the pure joy of a dish of ice cream for dessert. Nothing major mind you, but now she was gaining an extra pound and a quarter or so a week..
Naturally, she was even MORE the talk of the office than she had been before. Without doubt her breasts were now bigger than they had EVER been before, swelling to at least a size 36C cup, well actually overflowing her size 36C cups but still not yet ready for the dreaded D cup range. Of course, they lost almost every last vestige of perkiness they had once had, now sagging noticeably with the random stretch mark or two and a network of blue veins starting to make their mark. Her aureole now were almost the size of half dollars, drawing her nimble fingers to them like a pair of erotic magnets.
She also acquired a definite paunch, almost a beer belly if you will, now perpetually round even when she tried to suck it in, which was hardly ever. Stretch marks criss-crossed her belly too and her belly button which had been almost negligible was now deep and decidedly round. Her hips had widened and her ass had rounded and cellulite had crept in here and there adding a kind of cottage cheesy quality to what had once been beautifully smooth skin.
It wasn't that she was unrecognizable, after all, she had gained less than 50 pounds in a nine month period. But now if you passed her on the street you would have to do a double take to be absolutely sure it was Jayme Finley you had just seen.
Jayme was hardly oblivious to the physical changes in herself or the way in which people reacted to the changes. What fascinated her were the internal changes, if you will.
For the old Jayme, eating was more like refueling, just another way to keep body and soul together. But now good food and fine wine were sensual experiences to be embraced with gusto.
Before, she hated shopping for new clothes, looking on the entire experience as a necessary evil. Now she reveled in the challenge of finding new clothes than enhanced her figure and made her look sexy and desirable. Low cut blouses and short, short skirts that had once been rejected as unbusinesslike were now sought out with enthusiasm and a heightened sense of sensuality.
She loved how it just FELT to be fat. She loved that her breasts now sagged because feeling them on her upper belly gave her a sexual tingle. Sure, having an ass was an inconvenience. She bumped into things that she would have easily avoided just a few short months before, but whereas before she worried that her butt looked big or that it was starting to sag, now all she had to do was look into a mirror to see that her butt WAS big and that it sagged all over the place and that she LOVED it.
Life and living had turned into a totally sensual experience, a thing of beauty and a joy forever!
As Claire had always suspected, the more that Jayme 's weight rose, the more her status in the firm fell. By the time she had reached the size 12-14 category, she had been neatly shunted from meeting with clients to preparing contracts, based on the premise that she was more valuable to the firm in that role due to her vast knowledge of contract law. What Claire didn't know and couldn't fully appreciate was that this change in status was going to work out well for the both of them.
Jayme got two things. One, by working exclusively on contracts her love for and appreciation of the nuances and subtleties of the law was amazingly renewed. And two, her change in status presented her with the gift of time.
Now she didn't have to spend interminable hours holding clients hands during long, unproductive afternoon meetings or holding off clients during evening conferences that were more about flirting and seduction than mergers and acquisitions. And Jayme put that time to good use, enrolling in the Master 's of Law program at the Clarke College of Law.
Claire couldn't see why Jayme would waste her time on that kind of sterile intellectual exercise that would do her career not one bit of good. But, Claire reasoned, if Jayme was sitting around reading dull, dry law books, she at least wouldn't be in the gym trying to sweat off the pounds she had put on. And certainly she wouldn’t be attempting to make sure she wouldn't pack on any more blubber.
You see, Claire had bigger fish to fry. If the whole "Jayme Experience " taught her anything it taught her that she 'd never get anywhere at Wilton & Strauss by being merely cute, pretty or even just plain attractive. If she wanted to grab what Jayme had so recklessly eaten away, she 'd have to completely transform herself, which she set out to do.
So, Claire joined a gym, acquired a personal trainer and a nutritionist, switched to a decidedly more upscale beauty salon and contacted a fashion consultant to re-make and refine her entire wardrobe.
Within a year, Jayme was three quarters through her Master 's program, thanks to the miracle of on-line education and Claire had indeed become a totally new woman, appearance-wise at any rate, having lost 27 pounds, going from a size 10 to a size 6, straightening out her curly red hair and growing it longer with a few blonde streaks added here and there, and adding a hotter, sexier wardrobe with lower cut tops and much shorter skirts.
As Claire was redefining herself Jayme was too. For a whole year she continued and enhanced her love affair with all things food. Not that she was making a pig of herself or binging and stuffing with the sole purpose of just gaining weight. No, Jayme just engaged in the good old-fashioned art of solid, come-what-may eating. And that added to her sedentary student lifestyle added another 89 pounds to Jayme 's already somewhat ponderous figure. She had become a 261 pound porker, to use a description of herself she overheard at the office while taking care of business in the ladies ' room.
Actually, Jayme had pretty much stopped thinking about gaining and the extra poundage finding its way onto her body. She regarded to extra pounds and inches as a delightful result of her all-consuming love affair with good food and fine wine. And she was making money – very good money with her advanced knowledge.
But one weekend, during the Christmas holidays when she finally had some time to herself, Jayme just happened to glance at her image in the bathroom mirror as she emerged from a long, luxurious bath. She was stunned. What she saw in the mirror didn't match her image of herself.
Oh, she realized she had put on a pound or two here and there, that much was obvious. But as she looked hard at herself, what she saw was a fat woman. Not chubby or plump or maybe just big-boned or any of at least a dozen euphemism for fat she had been hearing for lo these many months.
No, what she saw in the mirror was one great, big, fat woman. What had once been a pair of perky little breasts now hung down to her chest like two massive rounds of gorgonzola cheese, criss-crossed with a random series of blue veins. Actually, the word that crossed Jayme 's mind was udders; big bulky cow 's udders with a couple of aureole round like a pair of silver dollars with a pair of nipples that looked as if they had breast-fed triplets for that last three years.
Her belly had swollen like a vat of bread dough that had just been forgotten and allowed to rise to stupendous proportions with deep pink and angry red stretch marks wending their way here and there, making her belly look like a gigantic relief map of Europe. And her butt, that once heart-shaped, taut mass of gluteal muscles now looked as if she had swallowed two large sized watermelons and them covered them with a thick layer of cottage cheese.
At one time, Jayme would have been horrified to have gained three pounds, rushing off to the gym to run and sweat all those ounces right off her body. But now Jayme just smiled at herself, smacked those jiggly, round butt cheeks and said, "What 's for breakfast? "!!
