Ashly's Growth Spurt - by Mind Melder (~BBW, Extreme Eating, Fantasy, XWG)

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~BBW, Extreme Eating, Fantasy, XWG - A big accident creates a bigger appetite

ASHLY's GROWTH SPURT
By MindMelder

"Whew, that was fun!" Ashly exclaimed, feeling her heart pumping blood through her body. Looking back at the 10 mile run she had just completed, along with her friends Judy and Sizel, both of them gulping their water bottles down in exhaustion, sweat dripping to the ground.

Ashly's feet felt lighter then air, and this was despite the fact that her sport's bra, which covered her C size breasts and left the rest of her strong flat stomach open, was clinging to her like it had been coated with glue before she started. Glancing from Judy to Sizel, who both we're dressed in similar outfits, she started stretching out her legs and arms, which felt ever so good.

"Sure was, but you aren't gonna see me do it again in a month!" Sizel replied, begining her stretches as well. But all three of them knew that wasn't true. Each jogged every Saturday morning, starting from 8 am, and usually going till around 11:30.

This time though, they had picked a very rigerous, steep run up the side of the mountain road, and they we're thankful that each of their husbands was waiting for them up at the top, with the car parked and a good healthy meal in store.

"Hey, there's Bill, I better get going, great run girls!" Ashly said, darting into the blue SUV that had pulled up next to her. Judy and Sizel nodded, walking towards their own cars.

"So, how was it?" asked Bill, her loving husband, who kept in generally good shape, as they drove down the mountain.

"Incredible, I think it was our hardest one yet....and we conquered it!" she replied enthusiastically.

"You better be careful, or we may have an olympic runner on our hands," he replied sarcastically, giving her a toyish kiss on the cheek.

Ashly beamed, starting to wipe the sweat off her tanned skin. They we're newly wedded, the ceremony had been just 1 year ago, and they we're still in their mid 20s, Bill having finished law school a while ago, and getting his phd. Ashly had finished college 4th in her class, and had gone on to get a phd. in entertainment and literature, as she worked as a script writer for soap operas.

"Let's do something a little more romantic, why don't we head on over to the itallian place instead of the McDonalds, I'm gettin a little tired of salad shakers," Bill suggested brightly, as he turned onto the highway.

"Oh Bill, you know that place is just calories and fat...I'm trying to watch my weight here," Ashly pleaded.

"Oh popycock honey," he said with a grin, "a few calories won't hurt ya," he patted her flat stomach as she put her hands up in surrender.

After the lunch was over, Ashly had eaten a Caesar's salad, spaghetti, and a small slice of cheescake for desert, she had to admit it was better then the regular McDonald's routine, but she knew she would have to work off the cheescake.

Rain was pouring down as they headed back for home, which happened to be a while a way from the mountain. Thunder rolled across the now gloomy mid afternoon sky, and a streak of lightning was seen every so often.

"Be careful sweetie, it get's slippery on these roads," she warned Bill, who was happily cruising along at a rather fast speed.

"Calm down, I know what I'm doing, trust me, nothings going to happ-" No sooner had he uttereed the words from his mouth than the headlights from an approaching car veered into their lane. Bill pulled the wheel to avert a collision, but his effort impacted the car's torque; it suddenly spun around and the front wheels momentarily lodged in a hole on the side of the road. . Water splashed up on all sides of it, as the still running engine pulled the car out of the hole. The rear wheels next went into the hole that the front ones had just been exposed to. The car slid back off the road, with Ashly screaming the whole time, and Bill frantically spinning the wheel.

Screeching came from the wheels as the car skidded to a stop by colliding head on with a small tree that toppled over and fell strait through the wind shield. Glass fell all over the front of the car. Bill; who had fallen unconscious, had his head leaning on the horn, which was giving out a constant blare, as Ashly moaned, "ohh, my legs," and broke into tears, and then fell unconscious like her husband.

She awoke in the bed of a hospital, looking around hazily, she could make out a large window with a view over the parking lot, a TV across the room, and a nurse leaning over her.

"Good Morning," the nurse said cheerfully, putting the tray down on the bedside table, "don't try to move your legs; they're both broken, and I suspect you'll have casts on them for at least 5 months. That was one bad accident you were in."

"What about Bill?" Ashly whispered, blinking several times to wake herself up.

"Oh, he's fine," the nurse tipped her hand in amusment,"the airbag protected him for the most part, he just got some bad cuts, in fact, he's waiting to take you home."

Ashly nodded, thankful that there had been no casualties in the accident...but this would mean no more running for 5-6 months, and she didn't like that, but not alone no more running, she couldn't walk for 5-6 months! With both legs broken, she would be as immobile as if she was paralyzed from the waist down! Her heart sunk.

"Hey sweetie pie," Bill said charmingly, as he came in the room wearing a leather jacket, "i'm here to take ya home!"

"It'll just be a sec before you're all ready to go," the nurse said proudly, as Ashly gobbled down the breakfast. She hadn't realized she was so hungry! "Oh well," she thought, "I can still work my upper body, thats why weights were invented."

"Allright," Bill said, "I'll pull the car up to the front, and be waiting for you."

"The car?" she gasped, afraid to think of what she might find. "The rental car silly," he laughed, "I rented a small car just until we can get a new one, the SUV is totaled."

She nodded in understandment, "OK...I'll hopefully be down soon," and watched as Bill left the room, leaving the door open.

"Well okay then, let's get a move on," the nurse said, "you'll have to stay off your feet, " and picked her up, and placed her in a wheel chair, I must admit it's gonna get frustrating, but I'm sure you'll learn to live with it, and it'll be even more rewarding when you get back on your legs!"

Ashly nodded weakly.

When she arrived back at her house, she was carried up to their bedroom, where Bill positioned a TV, a bunch more pillows then usual, some assorted snack boxes, hot heater in a thermus and milk and coffee powder. She told him she just felt like resting. e nodded and said that was OK, he was going out to watch the football game at the bar with his buddies, and left the number with her.

Feeling slightly more alive now then she had at the hospital, she started to surf through the channels, finally finding a movie on that she would enjoy. Checking the tv guide, it was 3 hours long. "Good," she thought to herself, "at least it'll keep me entertained untilI doze off. "

Without really thinking about it, she picked up the box of Oreos and started munching on them, keeping her eyes souly focused on the black box in front of her. Finally she fell asleep about half way through the movie, and was awakened by a phone call. Reaching to grab the ringing telephone, she said, "hello?"

"Ah, hello...this is Judy, I wanted to know how you were doing?"

"Okay, but my legs are broken, I can't run for 5 months at least."

"Thats terrible! Well, I hope you feel better, gotta run, bye!"

Sighing, she looked up at the screen, and to her surprise, the movie was still playing, although she could guess it was near the end. She reached for another oreo, and found the box completely empty. Hmm,that was strange, she had promised to only have 3 or 4, but it looked like she'd cleared the whole box.

With a hand that had a mind of its own, she opened up another and began munching on them heartily, even though she knew she was full...there was nothing better to do. She dropped the box temporarily to make herself some hot chocolate, and to her delight found that Bill had left a little whipped cream to put in it as well.

She sipped the drink and munched on Oreos, until finally she fell back asleep, as she grew tired of reading the movie's eternal credits. When Bill arrived, he found his wife in a pile of cookie crumbs and three Oreos boxes, along with 2 mugs of hot chocolate and all the whipped cream gone from sight. Ashly's mouth was covered in chocolate, and it looked almost as if she had a beard of her own.

He decided to let her est while he prepared a nice chinese dish for them.

"Dinner time!" he called to her a little over an our later.

Ashly's eyelids drifted open, and found Bill carrying a nice chinese dinner up to her on a tray. She smiled thankfully. She immediately began to devour it, with surprisingly more hunger then she could remember from herself.

Bill smiled, "It's nice to see you enjoying you're food for once."

She didn't take the comment to personally, as she knew he was just trying to be friendly after the accident.

After finishing the meal, they talked for a while, watched the news and yet another movie, and then Ashly fell asleep while Bill finished up a paper he had been putting off.

The next morning she requested that he take her down to the living room, where a larger tv was, and she was more open to the house, as she said. He happily agreed and carried her down the stairs, placing her on the couch and making her as comfortable as she could imagine.

Bill left her with lunch making materials, a few boxes of Ritz Bitz and Oreos, the same coffee and hot chocolate items he had left yesterday, and a beer bottle if she really felt like it, and left off for work, because it was Monday. But not without giving her a little pat on the tummy, remarking, "I'm glad you're really starting to enjoy yourself," and then walked out the door.

She turned on the TV and began to watch the news, picking up coffee and the box of Oreos. Some story about a dangerous toy product was on. "Boring," she remarked and flipped the channels, finally coming to a soap opera which she watched contentedly as she snacked on her food. Finding herself surprisingly hungry, she ate the rest of the box, then ate down another, which filled her up for that morning.

At about lunch time, she made herself a sandwich, ate it, and found to her dissatisfaction that it wasn't very good. All Bill had left for her was...what she usually asked for, some lettuce, tomato, and cheese and mayo. So after eating it, she picked up the phone, and decided to order something.

She dialed the pizza place.

"Hello, I'll take 2 large pepperoni and sausage pizzas," she said, surprised at her own greed. She usually had about three slices.

She gave them her address and told the pizza man to come in, and give it to her, as Bill had left the door unlocked in case she needed someone to give something to her.

After a few minutes of snacking on the Oreos, the doorbell rang and then the pizza man, carrying the two large, hot, pizzas she had ordered, entered the room and placed them down on top of her.

She promptly paid him, and flipped open the top greedily. Suddenly she had an idea. Who cared if she was a little messy, and she was feeling really hungry! So without a care in the world, she dug her face into the pizza, greedily chewing with her mouth open, devouring the meat laden tomato pie.

When just one piece remained, she stuffed it into her mouth and threw the box to the side, opening the next one, which she had intended to save for dinner. Well, Bill would never know, so she crammed slice after slice of that into her mouth, wanting more and more of the delicious taste, although she knew it was going to give her a stomach ache later.

Content when she finished both pizzas, she burped and settled down, making herself a cup of hot chocolate to watch the Matinee Movie on TV.

At around 5 o'clock she fell into a deep sleep, and didn't awake till 8 pm that night. She could hear Bill bustling in the kitchen.

"Oh no!" she whispered to herself, "Bill saw me like this!" quickly getting out her napkin and trying to wipe off her red painted face.

To her surprise, her husband came in and placed a large bowl of soup in front of her, "Dinner time, I see you had quite a day today," he said, glancing at the pizza boxes.

"I had a few friends over while you we're gone, I hope you don't mind," she lied.

"Oh, ok," Bill acknowledged, giving her a strange stare and then going back into the kitchen.

She greedily ate the soup.

She repeated this same process for nearly 8 weeks, making sure each day after that to thoroughly clean up before he arrived, which presented quite a challenge. But he eventually left her a basin of water to dip napkins in each day, and that helped a lot.

After two months, Ashly started to feel a bit cramped on the couch. Each time Bill got home, he'd look at her for a few seconds, and then keep on doing his normal business around the house. She'd sit there and watch TV, or read novels, but always kept snacking and eating.

Sometimes she'd read cookbooks and pretend that her Oreos were the food she was reading about, and would savor them in her memory, making a mental note to make it someday and see how it really tasted.

She still could write though, so she continued to write scripts for the local soap she was working for, although she was finding it more and more tiring to write scripts day after day, while lying on the couch, under the many blankets that kept her company in the chilling fall.

Then, one day, she was called in for a trip to the doctor's office. She happily agreed, because it was to remove one of her casts, and ate more and more in anticipation for the big event.

When the day came, Bill put his arm around her, and his other arm under her legs, and started to pick her up. He instantly dropped her, shaking his hands desperately.

"What's wrong?" Ashly asked, "feeling a bit tired today?" she knew Bill could usually lift her with no problem.

"Ah...no," he said hesitantly, but reverted back to lifting her again. He finally got her up into his arms, and practically ran to the car, or walked as fast as he could go, to the new station wagon he had bought.

Plopping her in the front seat, he went back into the house to get a few things.

"Why'd he buy such a small car?" she wondered, "it's so cramped in here, i know I've gained a few pounds, probably up to 125 by now, but this is ridiculous, someone whose 230 pounds should fit in here.

Her thighs were bunched up against the door and the arm rest, and her stomach was now divided into numerous large rolls. She realized that her clothes we're extremely tight, and she recalled Bill buying her new ones a couple of times. "Oh, its probably all in my mind," she thought to herself.

When they arrived at the Doctor's office, the nurse took one look at her and exclaimed, '"oh my, you certainly have grown haven't you!" and brought her up to the room, where Dr. Renolds was waiting for them. He removed one of her casts, and then asked her.

"Miss, we're just going to take a few measurements, height, weight, stuff like that, so if you would please follow the nurse into the hall."

Ashly obeyed and put her back strait up against the wall, feeling her but flatten out. After the nurse took the measurement of her height, which was 5'5, she put her on the scale.

She slid across 120, 130, 140, 150, 160, "Oh no, I couldn't have gained that much," Ashly whispered, 190, 200, 210, 220, 230, 240, 250, 260, 270, 280, 290, 300, 310, "excuse me, there must be something wrong with this scale," Ashly asked the nurse politely.

"Oh there's nothing wrong with the scale, maybe you should check yourself out in the mirror, you've grown quite a bit since i last saw ya," and continued sliding across the numbers on the scale. 330, 340, 350, 360, 370, 380, 390, 400, 410, 420.

The nurse jotted down 420, and then asked her for a urine sample. "Alright," Ashly said, and hopped into the bathroom, as the doctor had already removed her right leg's cast..and given her crutches.

As she stepped into the bathroom, a terrible sight stood before her on the mirror. Her tan had gone very white indeed, but that was not the worst of it.

Her body was covered in fat. She threw off the hospital dress they had made her wear and looked in disbelief. Her thighs we're at least three feet around! Her butt jiggled tremendously whenever she moved. Her face was flustered and reddish, with puffed out cheeks and a triple chin. Her belly had seven rolls, and love handles that poured over her side. Her breasts had inflated tremendously, they we're huge, and were sprawled out almost vertically against her massive stomach, which stretched out a couple feet in front of her. Her belly button was an inch deep, and her arms were equally portioned.

"Oh no," she cried, forgetting about the sample. She put on the hospital robe and wobbled as fast as she could out of the hospital. Seeing Bill running after her, she entered the car and started to cry, slamming the door behind her.

"Honey, what's wrong?!" Bill asked over her tears as he jumped in the car with her.

"I'M SO FAT!" she yelled, "YEARS OF EXERCISE AND EATING RIGHT ALL CAME TO THIS?!"

"Well, there are consequences of being immobile."

"I'll never be able to diet this off! I'm starving now! I'd die of hunger before I could lose a pound!" she wailed.

"To be truthful, I think its sexy," Bill said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Really?" she asked with a sniffle.

"Really," he confirmed, "I've been wanting to make love to you all this time, but you have been so cooped up with those casts on. Now I can, and I'm going to, right here right now."

Ashly had three different reactions; surprise, relief, then utter happiness, "Come and get me then," she said slyly, leaning the seat back to the empty luggage storing space behind them.

"You bet!" Bill said, leaping upon her gigantic belly, and ripping off the hospital robe.

"Ohh Bill, you don't know how long I've waited for you to do this," she said with joy, embracing him in a hug, which completely covered him in her many layers of lard.

He said something, but she wasn't paying attention, all she wanted was to make love.

And that they did.
 
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