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[Author's comment: Alright, here’s the deal. I found this little gem in the discard room and thought it was amazing. People even questioned: “why is this in the Discard Room?” Well, since no one took the initiative to post it for all to see, I decided to bring it to the forefront. However, since it was in the Discard Room and I’m the one to introduce it to people, I took some “liberties” with the tale. So, here’s my take on the tale. Enjoy.]


Amanda’s Curse
by Ashboy
(with revisions by Iam Unknown)

Chapter 1

There she was again, relentlessly knocking at the door. What did she want this time?

"The neighborhood is already bad enough without that weird old lady," Amanda thought. No one knew exactly who the crone was but for some reason Mandy had noticed her neighbors giving her matches, food, clothes or for that matter any small trinkets which she regularly demanded. No matter how many gifts she received though, the "witch" as Mandy had started to call her, never seemed to get better. She stank of something stale and awful and seemed to be fond of cursing her benefactors at the slightest lack of respect for her person. Why did anybody even tolerate her?

"Well I for one am not going to bow down to that rude old bum," Amanda told herself and resolutely opened the door.

"There is nothing for you here, shove off!" she told the crone who for a moment looked taken aback at such an unexpected reaction to her knocking. But she quickly regained her composure.

"What am I hearing? Not a single crumb of bread? I'm not asking for much you know," crowed the old woman.

"I said, ‘nothing’! What, are you deaf as well as ugly?" Mandy continued her assault.

Fixing her yellowish gaze at the young woman, the crone bit her lip as if in want of coming up with a snappy reply but then suddenly laughed a toothless laugh which made the girl cringe. "Dearie! Why, you’re so thin you must be poorer than me! How silly of me coming to ask help from such a skimpy lady. But do not worry, old Emma gives you her blessing."

"Oh, just shut up and go get on someone else’s nerves!" Amanda slammed the door shut.

Well that was something new - a blessing from that witch? Judging from the stories she had heard, that could be as bad as her curses.

Amanda had settled in this quarter of the city just recently but already had noticed that the people here were weary of the old woman. No one could prove anything of course, but stuff had been said to happen. Weird stuff. Everybody knew that the Treblows who lived in the flat Amanda now occupied had had some pretty bad relations with the witch. That's why Mr. Treblow lost his job, they said... and then there was that car accident.

The stories hadn't been enough to sway Mandy’s opinion which was pretty straightforward - if you let yourself believe such crap then you deserve to be bullied by that pesky crone. As for Amanda herself, she was one of the many students of the nearby university who preferred to rent a flat instead of living in the not so prestigious and even less orderly dorms. She was a bit over twenty years old, frizzy dark hair, brown eyes. Mandy also happened to be quite chubby by "modern" standards and felt quite comfortable with her 216 pounds.

"What a nuisance - is she going to bother me every day now? Yeah, right!"

She posed in front of the mirror and made a parody of the crone's voice "why, you're so thin" and poked her slightly protruding belly.

"I wouldn't complain if I lost some pounds. I'm getting out of shape" Mandy sighed, looking at her luscious and curvy body.

The next day Mandy woke up, dressed and washed her hair in a bit of a hurry just to get to the breakfast table for her daily light morning meal. Somehow she felt more hungry then usual and quickly ate through a bunch of toasts with jam, helping them down with generous amounts of warm cocoa. Then everything just blurred for a moment.

"Oh my, I may have overdone that," the young girl farted holding her stuffed belly which hurt a little from overeating. Slowly Amanda realized that she had managed to eat more than three times as much as her normal breakfast without even noticing. The bread was gone and so was the jam. The cocoa jar was half empty too and an empty milk carton lay discarded on the floor.

Try as she might Mandy couldn't remember the time spent during breakfast. Perplexed she glanced at the watch and saw that almost a half an hour had passed by unnoticed. That was kind of disturbing but her studies wouldn't wait for her to ponder about this. So Mandy pushed herself up, puffing from the strain in her tummy, picked up her stuff and went to the university.

Strangely enough her full tummy stopped bothering her even before
she reached her destination. After the first two lectures Mandy even felt like she hadn't eaten any breakfast at all so she persuaded her friends Sarah and Lynn to go out for dinner sooner then usual. Both girls were rather serious as far as their diets were concerned and were quite shocked at Mandy's idea to go to Burger King instead of the usual Green Garden salad bar.

"Fast food? Weren't you the one who suggested we should try to cut back on such things last week?" Lynn seemed quite surprised.

"Yeah I know but today I'm just, well, hungry. Besides, a few burgers would do me no harm." Mandy replied, attempting to justify her choice but still feeling kind of strange because of the sudden hunger she was experiencing.

"All right. But don’t say we didn't warn you" Sarah laughed.

While both her friends munched away on some salads, Amanda asked for an extra large meal. She wondered about her obviously too large order for an instant but then sat down and devoured it greedily as if she hadn't eaten for a few days. When she finished the burger, Mandy looked up and gasped at the scenery changes around her. She was sitting at the table alone and her friends were nowhere in sight. The table itself was strewn with empty wrappers and paper cups.

How much had she eaten? Mandy looked at her watch and stared in disbelief - another 30 minutes lost! She tried to get up and farted loudly. Ouch, her belly hurt! Amanda looked down to see her middle swollen and tightly packed with all the fatty fast-food she had unwillingly consumed. The belly had even made a roll over her belt and painfully pressed against the limits of her jeans. This was uncomfortable!

Back at the university she found Sarah and Lynn who stared at her strangely. When Mandy asked them about why they had left, they replied that she seemed so engrossed in her pigging out that they didn't want to disturb her.

"Girl, I don't know but if I were you, I would sign up for some therapy" Sarah concluded.

"Yup, seems you have yourself an eating disorder" Lynn agreed and knowingly nodded her head.

"Oh, look who's talking, Miss Throw-up"

Mandy was acting as though she was in no mood for this. Truth be told, she was quite scared. What if she couldn't control her eating anymore? Well aware of her slow metabolism the girl knew that if this was going to continue she would be looking like a blimp in no time.

Unluckily for her it did continue. Amanda gorged herself full during lunch and ate a huge supper back home at her flat. It seemed impossible but the huge quantities of food were simply gone from her stomach just a few hours after the meal, leaving her hungry once more. Wearily Mandy looked at her fridge which was almost empty after her feast of a supper.

"If this overeating won't kill me, my grocery bill will," she thought.

The next morning at least brought an answer to where the ridiculous amounts of food had gone to. Amanda woke up feeling bloated all over. After inspecting her puffy face in the small bathroom mirror, she got quite concerned and strolled to her bedroom. The large dressing mirror revealed her fears to be true. Her curvy body had swelled by at least one dress size.

It was not just her midriff - Mandy's arms and legs also looked a bit rounder and jigglier than usual. So did her breasts, which were a little fuller than yesterday.

"Oh crap, this is not good at all" Amanda reached for her phone and called Lynn. She was only too happy to give Mandy the phone number of her dietician and Mandy managed to get an appointment next Monday. Feeling a bit better after talking about the strange events with her friend, Mandy managed with some effort to button her jeans and exhaled, letting her upper belly roll cover the suddenly too tight waistline of her pants. Her short blouse had also become noticeably shorter and just barely covered her freshly widened forms.

"Oh please let this end - I couldn't possible afford all the new clothes and the extra food if I want to keep paying my rent," Amanda thought with some despair as she made her way to the bus.

"Aha, told yaw the burgers would get their revenge on you!" Sarah exclaimed when the now clearly pudgier Mandy arrived at the lecture room.

"Don't be so mean. I gave her Dr. Mark's phone" Lynn whispered and glanced at Sarah meaningfully.

"Oh my - so it IS an eating disorder?"

"Shut up, I can control myself, OK?" Mandy sat beside them quite irritated that her personal problems were suddenly the subject of their gossip.

The week flew by fast and each day brought Mandy new embarrassment and pounds from her mysterious condition. She had started to eat her lunch and dinner alone and her friends didn't object as they didn't feel comfortable at all having to look at Amanda stuffing herself silly during each meal. It was also difficult to tolerate the smell as Mandy tended to fart a lot as she gorged. At first they had tried to slap her and pull their friend out of her eating trance but that only got Mandy angry and shouting at them. Amanda couldn’t remember anything of this after the meals.

Already on Wednesday none of her clothes fit anymore and Amanda had to buy an XXL jogging suit hoping that the doctor would be able to cure her condition before she outgrew even that. Of course she didn't go to the lectures any more on that week, afraid of what the other students might think of her in such a shape and her super classy outfit.

Luckily she was still able to squeeze her newly gained flab in the red suit on Saturday and went to see Lynn's recommended dietician. Going to the buss stop Mandy noticed she had started to waddle.

“No wonder - with such thunder thighs as mine” she sadly thought while feeling the wide legs brush against each other making her hips jiggle.

"So you're saying that I'm suffering from some kind of psychic conditioning? Whaddya mean? Like I've been hypnotized by someone?" Mandy asked in surprise.

"Yes, it is quite strange but I think this might be the only feasible explanation for the time loss and uncontrollable behaviour" the doctor agreed.

"And what about all the weight I have gained, how could that have happened?!"

"How much did you say you weighed last week?" the doctor adjusted his glasses.

"Just a bit over two hundred"

The doctor smiled kindly. "You can be honest with me. No need to hide your true weight. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm not ashamed - I'm telling the truth!" Mandy was getting frustrated at the doctor's lack of faith.

"Well the scale you were on just now, said quite clearly that you weigh 320 pounds. I mean there is NO way you could have gained a hundred pounds in a week. Even if this were true, you would be suffering from some heavy striation and other problems of rapid weight gain. Problems, which in your case seem to be absent."

Mandy was close to tears when she left the doctor, but at last he had directed the confused chubette to a psychologist to see if the hypnotism theory held some truth.

Chapter 2.

"So what happened then?" asked Lynn. All three girls were sitting in a cafe, nibbling at some ice cream and discussing Amanda’s mysterious predicament.

"Well, I'm not gorging down five bowls of ice cream in a row, am I?" Mandy smiled which made her chubby cheeks that much rounder. "The doctor was able to cure me of this psychosis or whatever he called it."

"I bet it was the witch who cursed you!" Sarah ventured a guess.

"Oh don't be silly" Mandy replied. "I just met her for a few seconds - she couldn't possibly have done anything like that to me."

"If you say so. So who did curse you?"

"I'm not sure... Maybe it's something I got from the stress of preparing for the exams" Mandy took another spoon of ice cream to her full lips. She was sitting there in a large sweat shirt and pants as she hadn't yet had the time to go shopping for more presentable clothes for her new size. Even though her unconscious overeating had stopped after the doctor removed the "curse" the newly gained pounds stayed and Mandy found herself adapting to a life of a newly formed super fat girl.

Indeed no one could call her chubby anymore. Not with the massive double chin which almost hid her neck, the wide and soft tire of fat around he middle and the jiggly pillow of flab below it, which almost hung down to her thighs. And what thighs they were! So wide they touched almost down to Mandy's dimpled knees.

The poor girl couldn't walk without having to rub her thighs against each other and soon found out that she couldn't even wear skirts without pantyhose anymore. Otherwise her tender thighs would rub each other raw even after a short walk. Her wide back sported heavy saddle bags and had started to hurt in the mornings if she had chosen the wrong pose for sleeping. Below the fleshy side rolls ballooned one of Mandy's biggest assets - her butt cheeks were like two wobbly slabs of fat, which hardly fit even the most generous jeans Amanda was able to find.

Things she previously didn't pay any attention to suddenly had become a bother. Things like dressing for example. Mandy realized that it had become quite difficult to tie the laces of her boots anymore because of her massive tummy and fat sides which made her struggle to reach lower then her thighs. Fastening the bra likewise required some clever maneuvering.

Finding clothes that fit had become a problem too. Her favourite stores as she had found out to her dismay didn't cater for such obese young ladies. The tops cut into her pillow-like upper arms, the jeans hurt her generous belly and Mandy had to forget about most accessories like belts or even rings due to her soft and porky fingers. None of her favourite knee-high boots fit her fat calves anymore.

Luckily there was the Internet and so Amanda greeted winter with a full set of 4XL stretchy fat girl clothes. Not quite as stylish as she would have liked but they did their job on hiding the mounds of flesh from the people around her. Amanda was still very self-conscious about her new massive body though her soft and milky skin was so immaculate and her shapely rolls of fat so sensuous they couldn’t have left any FA indifferent.

Naturally all these changes made her depressed. The oncoming end-of-term exams at the university also didn't improve things. Before this Amanda had been a rather active girl but now she preferred to stay at home during most evenings and even weekends. Clubbing just wasn't fun anymore. Not with all the whispers behind her back concerning her size.

Mandy also had the suspicion that Lynn and Sarah didn’t want others in the club to see that they were friends with such a fat sow. Well, she won't be the one to make them feel bad - Mandy thought and simply avoided the club from thereon. Besides, her added weight made dancing such a tiresome affair that she soon forsook it entirely.

Mandy liked to make the excuse that she had to study hard but constantly found herself just lying in the bed, watching TV and snacking on something probably not so good for her figure. Well, she needed the sweetness to deal with the depression but consuming candy just worsened her weight problem which had started the depression in the first place. Amanda understood this but managed to get rid of her sweet sin only after adding some 10 pounds during November. That certainly stopped her gaining for the moment but there were other problems to cope with as well.

The sheer size of her made daily chores difficult for Amanda and as she climbed to 330 pounds she couldn't help but to become slower and lazier. It was such a bother to pick up all the papers littering the floor, not to mention washing the floor itself that Amanda did it only when the mess reached dangerous proportions. Tidying her flat required such effort for the large girl that by the end of it she was reduced to a panting and sweating heap in her sofa and no wonder – Mandy had only had a month or so to become accustomed to her new weight.

"Nuts to this," thought Amanda once again finding herself sprawled in the sofa out of breath from the latest tidying campaign. "It’s so much better for the students living in the dorms. At least they can divide the chores among them *pant* and the rooms are smaller too."

After checking her finances Mandy realized that in fact moving to the dorms would be the only sound option. Her food bills, though smaller then during the week she had stuffed herself like a Thanksgiving turkey, were nevertheless larger then a year before due to her stretched-out belly and increased weight which brought with it an equally larger appetite. More importantly though the big girl’s wardrobe still hadn't recovered after her sudden expansion. "That will take quite a chunk out of my allowance," Mandy frowned.

Anyway - the exams were a priority so Amanda decided to move out of the rented flat in February. She was a smart girl and managed to get good grades in all the required subjects even though she hadn’t devoted herself to studies as much as in the previous years. As it was, Amanda's head already hurt from all the recent changes in her life so she dodged the studies whenever she could.

But before the exams, there came the Christmas season with its countless culinary temptations and opportunities for gastronomic indulgence. Even though financially challenged, Amanda managed to pack on quite a few pounds during this month despite her efforts to avoid all the food which was right there within her hungry grasp.

Her newly bought 440 lbs scale which Amanda had purchased to monitor her newly devised weight-loss plan showed that not only was she behind her self-set schedule but had shamefully managed to gain six whole pounds of pure fat, bringing her total weight to a hefty 338.

"I couldn’t have chosen a more inappropriate time for dieting," she scolded herself for the wasted effort. Even if she managed to uphold her strict diet for a week, the young plumpette couldn’t help losing control during the 2-day-long feast at her parent’s house, the university Christmas event and many smaller parties which she just couldn’t refuse. After the feasts it usually took Mandy several days to persuade herself to pick up the abandoned diet and by then the lost fat had already come back with a vengeance adding to her luscious beauty evident to any admirer of big women.

“Would you just look at me?” she exclaimed in front of the mirror to nobody in particular. “Only I can stop that from happening,” Mandy thought and resolved to begin a new and healthier way of life in the New Year which was right about to start.
 

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Chapter 3

Outside the window April had already begun and the sun was shining bright at all the spring greenery - but Amanda wasn't feeling so good.

"Oh cramminy, could someone shut up those birds?!" Mandy muttered sleepily and turned her bulk, which made the dorm bed creak.

"Hey girl, it's Monday already - aren't you coming to the lectures?" Lynn was making her way to the door and Sarah was already waiting for her in the corridor.

"Blast that Monday, creeping up on me like that again," Mandy managed to hoist herself to a sitting position and stared blearily at the room in general. She leaned to one side and farted loudly.

"No, I guess I will be absent on the first lecture - these early mornings are killing me."

"Suit yourself," Lynn fanned her nose and shut the doors behind her.

Outside both girls looked at one other. Sarah and Lynn were shocked at the changes their friend was undergoing. Amanda was practically turning into a lazy, gassy queen.

"With an attitude like hers she has no chance of getting through the exams" Sarah once commented.

"Well yeah but what can we really do? You know how irritated Mandy gets when we remind her about any chores or duties at all." Lynn sighed.

What about the new life Amanda had sworn herself to uptake?

Well that idea had seemed OK at first but somehow her plans failed one by one. The passed exams had made Mandy so happy and satisfied with herself that for some weeks she had completely forgotten about her low self-esteem and didn't even bother with the scales or a diet for that matter. When the reality of her almost 350 pounds hit her in March, the shocked Amanda promised to start counting calories come next week. However, having already broken numerous such promises before didn't really help restrict herself. Amanda's habit of snacking uncontrollably resurfaced time and time began to ruin her well laid weight-loss plans a mere few days after they had begun.

Indeed Mandy had found out that it was so much easier to do nothing that she was constantly tempted to just spend her free time resting her bulk on the creaky bed and enjoying some TV show and a good meal.

Amanda's laziness toward her physical activities had expanded itself to encompass the mentally exhausting process of studying as well. Mandy found her grades slipping but also found that food seemed to take away the unwelcome thoughts about the trouble ahead when she finally would make a try to catch up with her studies.

So it came to be that eventually none of Mandy's remaining friends were surprised to hear that the obese girl had failed the spring term exams. Sure, she could have tried to pass them next year but Amanda was so devastated by the sudden realization of what she had become that she couldn't find the strength to continue her studies at the university.

After packing her belongings and waving goodbye to Sarah and Lynn, Mandy sighed and started to waddle to the bus station to head for her parent's house.

Amanda's hope was that the change of surroundings might help her recover from the things dorm life (which was actually the only thing she blamed) had done to her turning her into a wreck both bodily and spiritually.

"Oh boy, have they fitted the busses with smaller seats or what?" she puffed while trying to squeeze her voluminous body in one of them. Still the petite girl who took her place beside Mandy only managed to claim a few inches of the seat for herself, and had no choice but to press tightly to Amanda's soft side rolls, which jiggled seductively throughout the ride... or to stand, but somehow she didn't seem so keen on that option.

During her way home Amanda had a lot of time to think about what to do next. Her aim for higher education lay in ruins and she returned home with mixed feelings. On the one hand she would welcome her long-missed home town at the seacoast. Mandy was also eager to meet her friends and family, though on the other hand she couldn't help to wonder about their reaction to her apparent changes.

"Oh man, how could I have allowed myself to come to this?" Mandy thought feeling quite depressed and keeping her fat fingers crossed that the familiar surroundings will help her to recover. Amanda hadn't lost her optimism and though she was wearing her most stretchy 4X clothes, the suit-case was full of her old outfits, which Mandy hoped to use once again after going down a size or two.
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"Hi mom!" said the smiling fat girl standing on the welcome mat. She seemed rather flushed from the job of having to lug the heavy-looking suit-case all the way to here, not to mention more than hundred pounds of fat packed on her body. With a tired movement she brushed a sweaty strand of dark hair from her round face.

"Mandy, is, is that really you?" her mom ventured a guess.

"Yea, like whom were you expecting? The president?" her daughter’s laugh had a desperate undertone.

"Oh dear, come in. We got so nervous after getting your mail about the trouble with the exams. Do you think that you will be able to continue next year?"

"Sure, a little rest is all I need," Amanda waved at her and rested her wide behind on a nearby chair obviously exhausted from the trip home.

"That's OK then... but what have you done to yourself?!" Mom finally managed.

"I guess all the stress... I, really, I don't know. I just couldn't control myself any more!"

Seeing that Amanda was close to tears and that she had touched a sore subject Mandy's mother started to console her sobbing heap of a daughter "Lets get you to your bedroom - you are simply tired from the journey. It will all be better in the morning, you'll see."

It wasn't. Amanda's dad was furious about the waste of allowance money which Mandy had, no doubt, irresponsibly spent to blimp herself up to her present state. Unable to stand the scolding Amanda got out of the house as soon as she could and went to see her friend Jane who happened to live close by.

Looking for what to wear for her stroll outside, Amanda caught a peek of herself in the bedroom mirror. "Holy crap! Have I really gotten that big? Even my back is fat!"

The girl staring back at her was a curvaceous bombshell. Her E cup breasts threatened to overflow the bra with its extra wide straps cutting deeply into her soft wide shoulders and disappearing completely into Amanda's luscious side rolls rested atop her hips. Mandy's knees and elbows were just mere dimples now as her arms and legs had swelled to become even wider and softer. Dominating her fore was a massive belly, itself a curvy monument of fat and Mandy didn't dare to look at what had become of her blubbery behind. Her bulging hips suggested the beginnings of a shelf-ass.

Even her largest blouse was so over-stretched around her voluminous stomach and cut her sides, that Mandy finally decided to wear a salad green t-shirt though it liked to roll up on her tummy showing quite a bit of the creamy soft flesh. Her panties looked more like a thong sunken into her soft sides and actually were only visible from behind as the lower belly roll covered them completely. It had folded over her waist and rested just above her vagina. It wasn't easy to button her biggest pair of jeans, having to button them around her belly button rather than her waist, and zipping them proved to be totally impossible.

The aspect of having to buy bigger clothes even before she had purchased enough 4XL clothes made her angry at herself but Mandy managed to resist the temptation to throw herself in the bed and cry - she had to meet Jane and take her mind off of these horrible things. Wallowing in self-pity would solve nothing. Both girls had been friends since childhood and Mandy was sure that Jane could comfort her in this mess of a situation.

A surprise waited her at Jane's house however. "No darling, she's been living at Greg’s place for a year now" Jane's mother informed her and Amanda had to plod all the way to the address she had received scribbled on a post-it note.

"Phew, these long walks are killing me," Mandy wheezed after stopping for a short rest midway.

"Yeah but they are good for you, fatty," she reminded herself and finally reached a let-down house surrounded by an equally let-down patch of shrubbery which might have been a garden once. The note said this house was the one she was looking for, so Mandy knocked.

"Hi there. You a friend of Jane's?" asked a half-dressed guy who had to be Greg, Mandy surmised.

"Yeah. She home?"

"Sure thing... JANE!! There's some friend of yours at the door!" he yelled and walked back into the house.

Soon, both girls were sitting in the kitchen and chatting away on things both old and new. Jane now worked at the seaside amusement park and together with what Greg earned at his bar they managed to live quite well. As Mandy remembered Jane had always been a somewhat pudgy girl but now she looked, well, not as big as Amanda but definitely around the 300lbs mark.

"Really, Mandy, what's so important in a university diploma? You have to have real skills and contacts, not a degree to get a cool job, trust me." Jane shared her view of the world. She had been going on about this for a while to prove that Mandy had no real reason to feel so down.

"If you say so but my parents would kill me if I chose not to continue the studies you know."

"Who says you have to listen to them?" Jane seemed genuinely surprised. "You don't have to live with them all your life, do you?"

"Well I suppose not but where could I go?" Amanda made a helpless gesture with her bulky arms.

"I'll tell you where. Here."

"What, are you serious?"

"Absolutely right I am. And I dare those parents of yours to start coming to lecture you here." Jane told her, both hands pressed firmly in her soft sides.

That was decided then as an option but Amanda still managed to stay with her parents and tolerate their reproaches for a whole month until she was finally fed up enough to leave. Lately her mom too had joined her father and nagged Mandy about how she still hadn't started to diet. That was simply too much - how could she expect Amanda to concentrate on losing weight if both of them constantly reminded her what a fat loser she actually was!?

"So what's the use even if I find a job?" some hours later Amanda sobbed in Jane's room. "I'm still going to be fat - no matter what I do!"

"Oh wow, those parents sure have messed with your brain, sis." Jane rolled her eyes. "Look at me!" she ordered. "So what if I weigh 300 pounds? Greg loves me like this and every day I see countless guys drooling at my curves! Don't let yourself be trodden down by some stupid stereotypes."

Mandy still looked and felt pretty miserable.

Jane sighed. "Look, I tell you what. Tomorrow I'm gonna see if we can find you a job. There's always some vacancy or other at the park."
 

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Chapter 4

The summer was slowly coming to an end in September though the warm climate of Amanda's home town would not let the beach be empty for at least another month. This summer had been quite special for our full-figured heroine. Mandy's life had in the three previous months changed more than it had in the last few years. She was a lot more independent now having her own job and living separately from her parents and their income. That, as well as Jane's lessons had given the big girl the self-confidence which she so sorely lacked before making her feel better than she ever had in the university.

There was however a side-effect to Amanda's job as a cashier. She had to sit for hours in the ticket booth without so much as taking a single step and sometimes the only physical exercise Amanda had was the short stroll to work and back to Jane's house where she had the living-room with its wide couch for herself.

That wasn't too bad and she wasn't really a nuisance to Jane and Greg in their private life. They were always friendly with Amanda as Greg didn't object about another large beauty in his house. In fact Amanda had become a quite larger beauty than when she had arrived. Because of her sedentary lifestyle she couldn't help but to gain a little each week.

Mandy also enjoyed Jane's addictive beliefs about an easy-going approach to life. In fact she enjoyed them so much she even took them further - to careless laziness, and spent her free time catching tan on the beach or watching the telly, while enjoying a tasty treat. Yup, Mandy's hobby of snacking was back to stay. And why should she worry about a diet? She was a big beautiful woman just like Jane had told her and should feel proud about her pounds. And that she did.

Amanda was no more the shy girl who used to hide in her dorm room afraid to show herself to the public. Together with Jane they frequented most beachside parties and other local events. Jane was happy to see Mandy slowly changing her baggy clothes for more revealing outfits - form-hugging skirts and sleeveless tops which showed a peak of her fat belly, even her deep navel. The summer sun had also done its part and Amanda's creamy white skin had turned a healthy bronze.

While dancing still posed a problem for the heavy girl and she tired easily, Mandy once again found herself enjoying parties and band gigs for all the attention they brought her. Her wide, flowing form was hard to miss and Jane saw Mandy getting addressed by some guy or another well night each time they went out together. At first Amanda was in heaven each time anybody came up to her. She could even spend a few weeks with somebody whom she actually didn't fancy at all. The novelty of dating was hard to ignore.

At the end of summer though, Jane noticed that her friend was starting to get arrogant. Maybe it was simply a form of revenge to the male part of society in general for the abuse it had given her in the previous years, or maybe a bad side-effect to Mandy's growing ego, but that was a fact - she was using her admirers and lovers like they were walking wallets and lived only to please her.

The new shallow and haughty Amanda cared most of all for food and sex and Jane got quite uncomfortable having to listen to the sounds of pleasure coming from Mandy's room every evening as her obese friend just lay sprawled on the couch letting her current sweetheart please her appetites.

"OK, now this has gone too far," Jane frowned. She won't have people thinking of her as the friend of a fat bitch. Angry at what she had let Mandy become, Jane stormed in the room and dragged the poor surprised guy who was enjoying the softness of Amanda's belly from his mound of love. Cursing, he fumbled for his clothes to get away from the furious girl as fast as he could and scrambled out of the room not completely understanding why this perfect day had turned so sour so fast. Jane scowled at Mandy who tried to cover her naked bulk with a blanket.

"What?" the lying girl managed while still catching her breath after the undoubtedly enjoyable but exerting effort Jane had so shamelessly interrupted.

"What, what?" she mocked "What were you thinking bringing all of these guys to my home?! I mean you go out with a new one almost each day. Who do you think you are - some kind of a tourist-whore? It's not my fault you didn't have the guts to ask a guy out in high school - if you want to compensate for that do it somewhere else!"

Having said that Jane stomped towards the door, then turned back and shot a final venomous phrase towards the beet-red fatty in the couch "Oh and while you're still here get up and clean that pigsty of a room.!"

Mandy looked at the room which was indeed a mess owing to the
laziness of it's hostess and as she sat in the couch and thought over what Jane had said there was one thing she knew for sure - their friendship will never be the same again.

One day Jane was making her way to her workplace as she caught sight of Mandy ponderously parading through the beach in a newly bought who-only-knows-how-many-XL bikini. Though the black panties were quite wide, they looked like a mere thong almost hidden in all of Mandy's wobbling soft rolls and folds. She had pulled them over her stomach (what's the use of wearing panties if nobody could see them beneath your lower belly fat?) and the stretched-out fabric cut a vertical fold in Mandy's tender tummy. Above them the upper part of her shiny black bikini almost completely failed to contain two melon-like breasts bouncing and quivering with each step.

"How does she manage to keep that flawless skin of hers? I mean, come on, look at all that flab! She should be covered in stretch marks!" the plump girl thought with envy. Suddenly a small thought entered Jane's head - that her dear Greg might secretly be admiring this tub of chub as well. But Mandy, be that as it may, was still her friend; she couldn't just throw her out on the street! Just to play it safe though, Jane decided to "help" Amanda on her way to obesity. Knowing Greg's tastes, he couldn't possibly be attracted to a 400 pound blob of fat!

Her plan ruptured however when Mandy found her old scales shoved under the living-room couch. She had tried to convince herself that she was looking for that old forgotten thing only out of curiosity but in fact Mandy had become quite concerned lately about the shape she was in. To be honest that shape had been quite spherical for some time now but recently Amanda had encountered some new problems.

Back at her ticket booth the armrests had already been taken off to allow Mandy's extra wide rear to fit in the office chair and the large cashier girl faced daily trouble with her copious body which was rather squeezed-in behind the counter lately. Daily walks to work and back made Amanda sweat, dressing and taking care of her hygiene had gotten really difficult too and Jane's chores were a killer to Mandy's fat-laden body.

Amanda stepped on the scale but then had to bring it in front of a mirror because she couldn't even see the numbers with her layers of lard obstructing the view.

"Dear Lord, I never realized I was so close to four hundred!" Mandy gasped.

Jane walked by and took a peek "Calm down sis. If the number disturbs you try turning it into kilos. That would be like what - 180 or so. Not so bad, eh?"

"Not so bad?! That's awful! I'm like a walking beach ball" Amanda grasped her huge belly with both hands and shook her wobbling rolls in despair. The tan fat folds were so soft they almost squished through her fingers like dough.

"Hm? Don't you enjoy being a BBW anymore?" Jane inquired feigning surprise.

Mandy could just stare at her reflection. "Yeah, sort of. But you know lately there's been nothing enjoyable really. I mean what's so great about not being able to walk without getting out of breath and having to struggle just to dress or pick something up from the floor? And I can’t seem to stop farting!"

"Ahhh Mandy, sometimes you are just so naive I don't know what to do with you. What did you think would happen after all of that overindulgence? You just don't know when to stop." Jane sighed.

"Yeah but what should I DO?"

"Just... I don't know. Limit your pleasures somehow and try to find one nice guy whom you could actually love. That would be a nice start" Jane shrugged.
 

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Chapter 5.

"Mmm... Mike, this pizza is simply fantastic!" Mandy admitted while chewing the last piece of the rich home-made treat.

"Well, babe, for you only the best," Michael replied still wearing his cook apron and smiling at the sight of his beloved stuffing herself full with his latest masterpiece.

They had met each other during this season's last beach festival. Michael worked as an engineer and happened to like big things in general and was very fond of large ladies in particular. Mandy had looked irresistible in her rather revealing clothes and confident manner. That night she had even risked wearing an extra short skirt deciding not to hide her fat dimpled knees and the loose, semi-transparent flowery top clearly showed the non-stop movement of Amanda's fleshy rolls as the fat beauty moved through the crowded beach. Mike saw the princess of his dreams and was hooked from that very moment on.

For Amanda, Mike was not just her next lover - he was a saviour coming to get her out of Jane's house and company. She felt that she had overstayed her welcome and Jane's reproaches about finding someone special (and getting her fat butt out of Jane's house) had been really irritating lately. Mike's suggestion for Mandy to move in to live with him had come just in time.

It wasn't hard for her to decide what to do. She really thought Mike a nice guy and sexy to boot - the way he cared about her and cherished her every curve made the large girl feel really special. Besides, at 400+ pounds (the scale broke down a month ago so Mandy wasn't really sure about a precise number) there were lately no more guys queuing at her door and Mike just seemed too good to miss.

The first few weeks of their new relationship had been a blast. Michael took his newfound angel out almost every night and Mandy found herself showered with gifts, complements and attention. Classy custom-made clothes now adorned the queen-sized girl and she had even started to wear jewelry again.

Mandy wasn't able to find another job, and the work at the ticket booth was really boring during the winter season, though that was a minor drawback considering everything else. At home Mike was really pampering Amanda, serving her delicious and abundant home-made meals and keeping the fridge constantly full with tasty snacks despite his girlfriend’s petty appetite.

"You sure eat little for a girl of your size," Mike once made a remark.

"Well..." Mandy felt awkward bringing up this subject as she was certain Mike's desire was to see her become even larger. "...that's because I don't want to always be so huge, hon."

"Emma," Michael looked like he hadn't expected such an answer.

"It's not an easy job having to deal with a 400+ body each and every day, you know. If I would be just a few sizes smaller... I could do so much more." Amanda's lips formed a coy smile as she touched him seductively.

Mike didn't seem keen about that possibility but didn't quite know what to say.

"But, Mandy, pumpkin, I love you exactly how you are now. To lose these lovely rolls..."

"And please don't call me pumpkin any more; I am well aware of my forms as it is!"

This was the closest the young couple had come to a quarrel yet and no one touched this theme for some time. Mandy was reluctant to let go of this relationship and so couldn't refuse Mike's offered meals and frequent trips to the restaurants. Between them however Amanda tried to eat as little as possible - "that's no way to lose my flab but at least I won't gain any more of it," she tried to console herself.

Time went by and Mandy decided that Michael had finally grasped that she didn't want to become any larger. Lately he hadn't been quite so insistent on how much his darling had to eat.

"That is so nice," Mandy thought to herself as she sat in the ticket booth, overfilling the wide chair with her massive hips and behind. Maybe I'll even go below 400 soon.... No more wheezing and sweating, no more waddling, a little less farting...

Her daydreaming was interrupted by a raspy voice which sounded vaguely familiar to the fat cashier girl. Looking up, Mandy saw the crinkly old woman from the apartment block and startled. Had she followed her here!?

"My, seems like my blessing has done you good - look how big you've become! Such a nice figure and would you just look at those breasts! A real treat!" the hag cackled.

"Huh? Do you want to say...? So it WAS you! You hypnotized me into becoming this, this blob of lard!" Amanda raged.

"Oh my, such manners. I was only trying to help you - you looked so alone and famished back then. I say, what do you lack now, hm?"

"What? What do I lack?! I can't even see my feet! How dare you show your face here after what you've done to me!?" Amanda continued to fling insult after insult at the devious old woman until she finally left unable to argue in the face of such a violent response.

Mandy still fumed for some time but when she thought about it on her way home, she realized that in fact she wasn't having such a hard life after all. The inconvenience of her weight aside, she had a loving, well situated boyfriend, a nice place to live, was never short on cash or had to worry about finding clothes which fit. Amanda even had the suspicion that she could lose her cashier job and Mike wouldn't object a bit. At least while she wasn't into fitness during her free time.

Later that day Mike and Mandy drove to an all-you-can-eat buffet. Selecting her dishes, Amanda reminded herself that she had to forget about the usual dietary restrictions on such an event, not to upset Mike, but that wasn't a problem today as she felt really hungry. Sitting down with a tray full of goodies, Mandy dug in like an eating machine and enjoyed every bit. Time just flew by and when Amanda lifted her eyes from the plates, she met Mike's admiring gaze.

"Wow, that was... I never knew you could eat that much!" her boyfriend stammered.

"Oww" Mandy groaned touching her overloaded belly. She noticed she had moved further away from the table to make place for her growing gut.

"What happened? I feel like I'm gonna burst." she managed to say while farting several times.

Mike was saying something to her but she couldn't quite catch the meaning - the impossible feast had left Mandy quite exhausted. She let him help her up and lead her to their car. Next morning Amanda had no more doubts - the witch had somehow managed to curse her again. This was unbelievable, she thought while sliding chubby hands over her mounds of soft body fat, which had clearly grown a bit since yesterday. Well, no biggie, now that she knew what it was it was just a matter of getting to the doctor-

"Here's something tasty for my princess!" Mike entered the room pushing a whole cart of lovingly crafted breakfast treats.

"Oh no, you don't understand, I'm-" Amanda tried to explain but Mike already popped something sweet and deep-fried in her mouth. After that she just couldn't stop and only thought about eating until everything on the cart was gone and Mandy dropped back on her pillows, so tired and stuffed that she just lay there until dinner when Michael who clearly felt like he was in heaven, brought an even larger meal to Mandy's bed. Dinner kept the fatty sedated and unable to protest until supper and the same scenario repeated also on Sunday. At one moment Amanda even had the feeling Mike was filming her but later just couldn't remember if it had happened for real.

On Monday morning Mandy made an effort to get out of bed even before Michael was awake to avoid the weekend feeding frenzy all over again. This wasn't as easy as it had been before; she noted to herself with some concern and waddled to get dressed for work. Mandy couldn't avoid her full view in the mirror and gasped at the sight of her bubbly body - who would have thought it could grow so much in just one weekend?

"Yikes!! Are there fat rolls forming on my arms and legs too now?!" Amanda exclaimed. Indeed her pillow-like upper arms formed a soft fold of flabby flesh whenever the shocked fatty bent her arm and massive slabs of fat threatened to overflow Mandy's dimpled knees. The poor girl was just so packed with blubber that it actually made a giant tire of fat all around her middle. Mandy couldn't see her back but felt several fat folds even there - rubbing against each other and that shelf-like butt of hers while she waddled and wobbled to the industrial scale Mike had brought back from work and stowed in the garage.

The LCD panel was almost at eye-level height so Amanda, draped only in her extra large morning gown, could easily see the green number - 448.6 pounds. She almost fainted. This had to stop now - Amanda got back to the bedroom and started looking for something to wear to the doctor. Knowing her immense weight gain, she didn't even bother with the made-to-fit clothes which she wore during work. It turned out however that even the widest outfit was too constricting for Mandy's curves now. She couldn't tug the stretchy pants further then the bottom of her ass cheeks and even then they were trying to strangle her soft legs.

Failing to find any bras that fit, the distraught fatty pulled the largest sweatshirt over her naked flesh and felt it tightly pressing her soft breasts against her chest. Anyway it refused to go over her massive tire of fat and only after some wild jiggling and pushing Mandy finally had it all stuffed in beneath the stretched garment. It still left a wide and pale apron of fat hanging freely below. Indeed the bottom of Mandy's overhanging stomach had now grown to completely cover her pubis and sensually brushed against the top of her puffy thighs.

This was useless - with no pants she couldn't go anywhere! Mandy sat down heavily on her bed and called her boss that she wasn't feeling so well today and probably won't be back to work until next week. She decided not to eat anything today and ask Mike to get some clothes for tomorrow. I've been through worse, she tried to calm herself but the stress was just too much and just a bit after midday Mandy found herself in the kitchen. Unbelievable - Michael had stuffed the fridge full again after her weekend of gorging. He must have worn himself out just bringing all this stuff up to the kitchen... And Mandy just couldn't resist the delicious looking cheesecake. Just a tiny bit, she said to herself and poked her pudgy finger in the cake.

Mike found his obese girlfriend lying unconscious on the kitchen floor. All around her crumbs and wrapping papers littered the floor. Her bulbous stomach had fully escaped the overly tight sweatshirt and rolls of fat completely hid her panties. Mike wasn't even sure she was wearing any. He sure hadn't expected her to pig out like this, having been so conscious about her diet all the time. Mandy looked noticeably fatter after just two days of binging but the urge to see her get even bigger was simply overwhelming.

With a loud fart Amanda came back to awareness.

"What happened? Did I pass out?" she mumbled.

"Seems like," Mike swallowed nervously. "Seems like you just cleaned out the whole fridge, darling."

"Oh no! Not again! Mike please, help me up." Mandy stretched out her plump hands towards her boyfriend and he helped Amanda to her feet. The bloated girl nearly lost her balance and pressed back against the fridge for support.

"Well, luckily I brought some more food just in case." Michael mentioned but said no more as Amanda pierced him with a cold gaze.

"What were you thinking feeding me like that on the weekend? Do you want to kill me? Look what it has done to me!" she waved her hands passionately, making heavy pillows of fat jiggle all over her obese body.

"Uhh, Mandy, I thought this was what you wanted all along."

"What?!"

"Come, take a look for yourself" Mike lead the overfed Amanda to the living room where he plugged his camera in the TV and showed a video which was quite disturbing - at least for Mandy. She saw herself sprawled naked in the bed, forcing loads of food in her mouth and grabbing for more even before she had swallowed the previous bite. Her beach ball sized stomach completely filled her lap and was smeared with leftover sauces and fat dripping from the definitely unhealthy food which she was so greedily devouring.

"Are you sure you want more?" she heard Mike's concerned voice and saw the image of herself look up at the camera and say

"Mmmm, yet" as bits of food spewed from her full mouth "Sure I want more. I want to become as fat as possible. Oh I'm so happy that you love me like this". And she went on and on.

Suddenly, in the middle of her gorge, she stopped for a moment and squinted her eyes. She raised a corner of her lips in a punkish snarl and released a powerful fart into the world. It reverberated, humming softly and loudly from between her ass cheeks. Mandy glared at the television in horror as she waited for the fart to end. It finally did, and on the screen, Mandy went right back to shoveling down food.

"So which version should I believe now?" Michael asked his gaping girlfriend.

"Oh my!" Mandy managed. It took a moment for her to recover from what she had just seen.

"Mike, you don't understand - I'm under some kind of hypnosis - I can't control myself. Please promise you won't feed me again!"

"Yeah well..."

"Mike! I need to get to a doctor as soon as possible. I mean there is no telling where this could end - I have already outgrown all of my clothes!"

"Ok, no worries - I'll get you some new ones tomorrow and we'll fix your problem in no time, sweetheart."

"Oh, Mike - thank you so much! I don't know what I would do without you."

On Tuesday however Mike had to work late and came home at nine to find that Amanda had gotten in the same situation as before. Apparently she went out of control as soon as she ate anything. Even the smallest morsel would start an eating binge which would last until there was simply nothing more to eat or until she could eat no more, but Mandy had already shown her unbelievable capacity for food. That was only to be expected with that nice big belly of hers; Mike thought and reckoned that Mandy was now over a hundred inches around her waist.

Looking at the mound of love which lay before him, Mike realized that this was his chance to make Mandy the girl of his dreams. A delay of just a few more days would do the trick, then she could go to her doctor and get rid of whatever it was that was responsible for her gluttony. Just a few more days.

On Wednesday Mike returned with clothes which didn't quite fit Mandy anymore. Apologizing he promised to get some really big sizes tomorrow but on Thursday Mandy just felt so ill from overeating again that she wasn't able to go anywhere. On Friday the new clothes didn't fit again and on the weekend the doctor was simply not available. Each day brought pounds upon pounds on Amanda's heavenly body. Mike didn't try feeding her after what Mandy had told him of course. Instead he simply ensured that the fridge was always full to bursting and tasty treats were scattered around the house in a seemingly random fashion. Mandy just couldn't blame him though she was really suspicious about Mike's behaviour.

Finally Monday came and everything was ready for her visit to the hypnotist. Amada needed almost constant support from Mike. He helped his fat darling get out of bed, helped her wash by cleaning her deepest folds and rolls, then helped her get into the new red dress which just barely fit her newly increased frame, tied her shoes and even had to drive her to the doctor. There was no way Mandy could endure the journey to the bus station on her own as she would simply collapse under all the weight of her lard. Anyway the closest thing to walking which she could manage was a slow and burdened shuffle.

Looking at her struggling with the stairs, Michael realized that he had overdone it by a lot. He hadn't wanted Mandy to suffer at all but his fantasies had made him blind. There had to be way to help her, he thought as Amanda made her way to the car, feeling the sweat dripping from her heavy folds and puffing with each burdensome step.

A few months later…

Even though Amanda had resigned to a life of obesity she couldn't feel comfortable in front of all those people. It was her wedding with Michael and the young couple had just reached the church altar. Michael looked absolutely stunning in his white suit but Mandy felt that most of the eyes were on her. Well she couldn't blame them.

After her weight had made routine things an almost impossible struggle for the hyper-obese Mandy, Mike had tried to help her wherever he could. Their home was remodeled with wider doors and bigger furniture. Railings and handles were screwed to the walls in most every room so Amanda could pull herself out of bed after waking up in the morning or get up from the toilet seat even when Mike was not there to help her. Still the weight of her mounds and rolls was such that it was very hard for Amanda to walk any distance at all.

Sure she could move from the bedroom to the kitchen or toilet without resting but hadn't taken a trip outside the house for some months now and was afraid that even a walk around the block was now impossible for her. After just several years with Mike, Mandy, now weighing more than six hundred pounds, had become effectively housebound. Luckily Michael's engineering degree had helped him construct an extra wide and sturdy wheelchair. It was powered with a discreet electromotor and helped his darling move her vast bulk even if she was loath to show her disability to the public.

Now in the church hall sitting in her wheelchair Mandy looked as wide as she was tall - a white heap of fat, made even wider thanks to the billowing forms of the great big dress she was wearing. Her generous breasts were overflowing the top of her short corset (which was only there to give some form to those huge drooping melons) and right below it the dress widened dramatically to make space for all the rolls and folds of her doughy body. Her heavy tummy in particular had gotten so large that it now covered her legs up to her knees and there was no way it could be contained in a corset while Mandy was restrained to the wheelchair.

"I bet even the wedding cake looks slimmer than me," Amanda thought with some sadness when suddenly she saw another familiar face in the crowd.

"What is she doing here?" Mandy panted with surprise.

"Oh, you know each other? She is my granny. I know she's slightly odd and lives somewhere by herself, but she's a nice person... Why I remember a few years ago when she said that she'll find me a girl of my dreams. Heh, what she won't do for those she loves." Mark whispered while Amanda could just stare in disbelief at the smug-looking witch.
 
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