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~BBW, ~~WG, Feeding A familiar figure gets taken on a very special vacation

Fattening Sarah
By Melissa​

The home on the top of the hill had a rustic flavor to it, corresponding too fact it was in the middle of nowhere. The black sedan drove up the gravel road that led to the home and upon finally coming to a halt, a well dressed mother and daughter emerged from the car.


“This is the perfect place for you to take a mini-vacation mom”, the daughter cheerfully announced.

“Nobody will bother me here, Bristol!”, the mother enthusiastically peeped.

“No news reporters, cameramen or groupies to bother us. We’ll have a pleasant time together.”

“Yeah, about that mom”, the daughter informed her mother while grabbing the one suitcase, “I can’t stay.”

The mother bellowed in bewilderment, “But I thought we’d get a break together?”

The daughter escorted her mother up the narrow pathway toward the big historic looking home.

“You’ll be well taken care of, I’ve arranged everything.”

They reached the door, the mother still having doubts.

“I don’t think I want to stay here all by myself, maybe I should call one of my body guards and let them know where I’m staying?”

The daughter rang the bell, “Trust me, mother. You won’t be alone.”
The daughter calmly comforted her mother, “You’ll be able to relax and get back to your roots. Trust me on this, you’ll be a new woman once leaving here.”

The door creaked as it opened, there stood a middle aged woman who delicately smiled, “Hello Sarah, I’ve been expecting you.”

The mother turned to her daughter who assertively made the introductions, “This is Ms. Wilson, she’s the caregiver.”

The mother leaned in toward the daughter, “Bristol, doesn’t she respect the fact that I don’t appreciate strangers calling me by my first name, especially the hired help.”

Ms. Wilson was a pretty woman, auburn hair in a mature hairstyle and black uniform accenting her chubby shape. “I have lemonade already prepared. Come on in and we’ll talk.”

A few minutes later, the three women were seated in the living room, drinking lemonade and chitchatting. The living room was full of antique furniture, a big throw rug over the floor.

“We’ll get along splendidly”, Ms. Wilson warmly smiled, “You’ll get plenty of rest and relaxation.”

The mother turned to her daughter, after sipping her lemonade.
“Are you really sure you have to go?”

The daughter faintly giggled, “Now mom, this is the ideal setting for a vacation. Out of the spotlight and miles away from everything. Imagine you never entered politics and feel free of all your obligations.”

The mother took another sip of lemonade, the flavor was extremely sweet.
She scrunched her nose a couple of times and repeatedly blinked.

“I think it’s working”, the daughter told Ms. Wilson.

Bristol stood upward and gently patted her mother on the cheek, “I have to run but don’t worry. Ms. Wilson will take proper care of you.”

“I feel totally fatigued”, the mother remarked, “What was in that lemonade?”

Bristol smiled, “Just a little something to ease your temperament but it’s completely harmless.”

Ms. Wilson walked over to Sarah and guided her to her feet, “Wave goodbye to your daughter and then we’ll see about preparing you for dinner.”

Sarah did just that.

“See you in a couple of months, Mother. This vacation will be exactly what you need!”

Bristol existed the home just as Ms. Wilson escorted Sarah into the bedroom.

Sarah was exceedingly lightheaded, unable to resist being undressed by Ms. Wilson.

Ms. Wilson calmly addressed Sarah as she tossed her clothes unto the floor.

“These I’ll pick up later and then send off to the goodwill box, you’ll have no need for such elaborate clothes.”

Sarah obliged while in a cloudy frame of mind, “I have clothes in my luggage.”

Ms. Wilson informed Sarah, “No need, those I’ll send to the Goodwill box also.”

“Why?”, Questioned Sarah.

Ms. Wilson was adamant, “Because you’ll no longer have any use for those expensive garments.”

Ms. Wilson directed Sarah toward a primitive looking shower, “We’ll wash you and get you ready for dinner. Tomorrow I’ll take care of your hair, this style is much too vain for a woman like you.”

Sarah paused trying to fight back but in her weaken state, it was of no use.

Ms. Wilson placed her hand over Sarah’s smooth tummy, “You’re so completely undernourished but don’t worry, I’ll fatten you up in no time!”

Sarah grimaced, “You’re kidding!”

Ms. Wilson positioned Sarah in the shower stall and turned on the water, “Sarah, I haven’t informed you of the rules yet so here’s the first one. No talking until spoken to first!”

The water splashed over Sarah’s trim body and she closed her eyes.
 

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Sarah was all the more groggy after the shower, yawning several times as Ms. Wilson clothed her in a grungy gray T-shirt and mundane pajama bottoms. Ms. Wilson seated Sarah on the edge of the bed and brushed back her damp brown hair.

“During my supervision you’ll do as you’re told. Your importance whether imaginary or literally has been removed. You’re just a dependent under my care. Nod if you understand.”

Sarah refused to nod, instead she uncompromisingly voiced her disapproval.

“Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

Ms. Wilson aided Sarah upward, “A thoroughly delusional woman who needs to learn her proper role.”

Sarah’s voice creaked while she tried to reason with Ms. Wilson, “I’ll forget all about this if you release me this minute or else I’ll have you prosecuted too the full extent of the law.”

“I won’t go into details, Sarah”, Ms. Wilson sweetly disclosed, “But your daughter has arranged a few things without your knowledge that will benefit you in the long run.”

Sarah lowered her head, “Impossible…Bristol…wouldn’t…”

Ms. Wilson brought Sarah into the kitchen, “In time you’ll be much more cooperative and about your daughter, she has paid me a tidy sum and I plan to carry out my obligation to the fullest.”

Sarah’s eyes fell upon a highchair of some sort and once situated with the plastic top latched over her lap, everything was like a daze.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you Sarah?”, “Ms. Wilson asked while placing a large bowl onto the tray.

Sarah puffed up her chiseled cheeks, refusing too speak, though releasing a disgruntle sigh.
Sarah’s eyes drifted toward the bowl which Ms. Wilson was stirring. They grew wide and she bit her lip.

Ms. Wilson cooed in a sweet tone, “The aroma is fetching, is it not? This is very delicious beef stew, I’m confident you’ll find it pleasing to your taste.”

Sarah wouldn’t admit it but her appetite was furious.

Using a large soup spoon, Ms. Wilson began feeding Sarah who momentarily protested.

“Can’t I feed myself?”

“Not yet Sarah but in time. Now open wide.”

Spoonful after spoonful, Sarah seemingly content in being fed, her appetite overruling her rational thought.

“It’s about time I tell you a little about myself”, Ms. Wilson told Sarah as cleaned away the excess stew from Sarah’s chin.

“I was a recognized psychologist, a leader in the field until my methods of conditioning were erroneously scrutinized by the board of health. We’ll show them wrong, won’t we Sarah.”

Sarah blinked before lapping up another spoonful.


In the morning and while lying in a soft, comfortable bed, all Sarah could remember was a large bowl in front of her and being fed.

The feeling of extreme fatigue kept her in bed, hardly able to adjust her head on the big pillow.
The TV over the nightstand was on, an infomercial about laundry done easier. It kind of satisfied her interest and she contently watched, her eyes never leaving the screen.

Ms. Wilson entered quietly, holding a food tray”, “Good morning Sarah!”

The startled Sarah veered her face at Ms. Wilson, looking at the big bowl on top of the tray, she felt a tingling feeling, her appetite was stirred.

Ms. Wilson set the tray over Sarah and then eased her body upward.

“I don’t really serve my wards ice cream for breakfast but yesterday you consumed all that beef stew hassle free, you deserve a treat.”

Sarah couldn’t comprehend her outrageous appetite or why she didn’t mind having ice cream first thing in the morning but conceded to the meal.

Ms. Wilson fed her small bite size portions, giddy at the sight of Sarah slurping every spoonful, anticipating the next morsel.

“Once you’ve finished breakfast, I’ll let you watch TV for an hour or so before trimming your hair.”

“Nothing wrong with my hair”, Sarah grumbled.

Ms. Wilson harmoniously proposed, “Hush, it’s much too showy. Something less grand will positively aid your quiet disposition.”

“What the hell does that mean?”, Sarah complained.

Ms. Wilson sternly told Sarah, “I don’t appreciate the harsh language.”
Sarah couldn’t resist the ice cream, consuming it freely but her anger was intact.

“You don’t realize who you’re dealing with, I’m a very important woman.”

Ms. Wilson chuckled, “You really have a big ego!”

“Don’t make fun of me!”, Sarah demanded.

Ms. Wilson brought another spoonful to Sarah’s lips, “I’m hardly making fun of you. I understand you’re in denial, not realizing the modest attributes of your personality.”

Sarah enjoyed another spoonful.

“That reserve psychology nonsense won’t work on me.”

There was a faint whimper to Sarah’s voice as she added, “I’m just as intelligent as you, probably more.”

“All done!”, Ms. Wilson exclaimed after feeding Sarah the last spoonful.

“What would you like to watch on TV?”

Sarah pouted, “The news, preferably Fox news.”

Ms. Wilson stepped in front of the TV, “Now Sarah, are you really that interested in current events?”

Sarah nodded yes.

“I don’t think so!”, Ms. Wilson laughed.

“I think this is much more appropriate for a woman like you.”

Into the DVD, Ms. Wilson popped in a disk of Desperate Housewives.

“Still hungry?”, asked Ms. Wilson.

Sarah huffed, “No!”

Ms. Wilson snapped her fingers, “Be honest Sarah! Are you still hungry?”

Sarah self-consciously peeped, “Yes but I can’t eat anything else until later. That ice cream was loaded with calories.”

“I’m not surprised at your vanity but that’ll be corrected in due time as well”, Ms. Wilson smirked while walking to the door.

“I’ll bring you a shake to nourish your appetite.”

Once in the kitchen, Ms. Wilson made the chocolate shake, adding a special ingredient that would slow down Sarah’s metabolism as well as opening her cognitive mind to suggestive thought.
 

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Sarah was seated at the kitchen table as Ms. Wilson clipped then restyled her hair.

A box of chocolates within Sarah’s reach on the kitchen table, Ms. Wilson invited her to indulge.

Sarah politely refused, then complained about the excess amount of calories she had already consumed. Public figures have an obligation too appear attractive.

“I can’t, I’ve enough sugar today as it is.”

Ms. Wilson was aware that the extra ingredient she had put in the shake was at work and she decidedly influenced Sarah’s behavior.

“You know you want too, maybe a few morsels of chocolate to hold you until lunch.”

Sarah kept quiet, Ms. Wilson dotingly carrying on, “You’re tired of maintaining that ridiculous diet, aren’t you? Often times you wanted to just give in, surrender to your appetite but standards dictated by society would always prevail. Have the chocolate Sarah, there’s no reason for you to resist now.”

Sarah’s expression revealed a profound thought, unconsciously she removed the first piece of chocolate and began chewing before realizing she reached for another.

And another.

Ms. Wilson brought a curling iron to Sarah’s shorten hair, “It’s about time you comprehend that all those years of dieting were futile, you’re meant to be heavier.”

Sarah spoke as she chewed, “That’s not at all true.”

Ms. Wilson genially informed Sarah, “It’s a fact. Had you never entered politics, didn’t bother watching your waistline, you would have been chubby, very chubby.”

Sarah’s emotions were seized by nervous tension, causing an increase in appetite, unconsciously stuffing the chocolates into her mouth.

“Please stop talking, you’re making me feel uncomfortable.”

Ms. Wilson momentarily stopped her handy work on Sarah’s hair and brought her a large glass of milk. (Obviously blemished with the secret indignant)

“Wash down that chocolate with this, and wipe your chin. Honestly Sarah, I never looked after a sloppier woman.”

Sarah guzzled down most of the milk, slipping in another sample of chocolate after a soft burp. Unconsciously forgetting to wipe her chin.

Ms. Wilson went back to styling Sarah’s hair.

“Dieting is abnormal behavior for you, you have an ample appetite and besides, food brings you comfort under stressful situations.”

Sarah sneered, “I thought I told you to stop talking.”

Ms. Wilson chuckled, “Right, I always obey my subordinates.”

“Sarah, there are two things to be sure about dieting. All the weight you lose comes back and additional pounds as well.”

Sarah postures deflated, “And what else?”

“Once you indulge your appetite on the food you used to avoid, you’ll develop the tendency to overeat.”

Sarah bit her lip, “No, I’m not going to become an overeater, that’s ridiculous.”

Ms. Wilson stepped in front of Sarah, “In effect, evading your appetite has already conditioned your behavior. You’re a genuine overeater, you just don’t know it.”

Sarah lowered her chin, uncomfortably droning, “No I’m not.”

Ms. Wilson cleared her throat, “Would you like to see my handy work?”

Sarah shook her head, fetching another morsel of chocolate.

Ms. Wilson handed Sarah unfamiliar looking glasses. Dull brown frames with round lenses.

“There aren’t mine, where are my glasses?”

Ms. Wilson placed them over Sarah’s face, “I gave your old glasses to the Goodwill, they were much too stylish for you. These glasses are much for appropriate for a woman of your category.”


“And what exactly is my_.”
Sarah gazed into the hand held looking glass and was not at all amused.

“I look like a dork!”

Sarah’s hair had been trimmed especially short, trailing down the sides of her face, the curls adding an incompetent quality to her features while the old fashion glasses made her appear thoroughly inconspicuous.

Ms. Wilson disputed Sarah’s opinion, “Not a dork, Sarah. Gaze deeply at your reflection, imagine the type of woman you now represent.”

“Blah, unexciting…”

Ms. Wilson pushed on, “You’re very close, Sarah. How would you describe yourself.”

Sarah gobbled up another sample of chocolate, “Tame, submissive…clearly docile.”

Ms. Wilson removed the plastic tarp that covered Sarah’s upper half, “Yes, Sarah. This is the real you. All those fancy hairstyles and elaborate clothes had concealed your accurate personality.
You’re a unassuming, docile variety of woman.

Sarah couldn’t agree.

“No, I’m not like this.”

“I’m a powerful career politician, I was governor of_.”

Ms. Wilson eased Sarah out of her seat, “Hush! You’ll come to terms with your proper attitude, I guarantee. Now it’s time for your nap while I start lunch. Friend chicken and macaroni and cheese. How does that sound?”

Sarah grumbled in protest, not admitting how appetizing it sounded.
 

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Weeks Later : Sarah wasn’t privy too the weeks that went by since being dropped off at Ms. Wilson’s residence. It had too be somewhere around two weeks but Sarah wasn’t sure.

She wasn’t allowed too watch news programs, a steady regimen of Desperate Housewives, Sex And The City and soap operas. Occasionally comedy shows, mostly oldies like Green Acres.
Sarah was starting to worry, she was beginning to enjoy them.

Sarah never left her shabby bedroom with exception to the bathroom and kitchen.
Most days she felt like a slug, scarcely having the energy to dress.

And Sarah naturally noticed she was gaining weight. How much she wasn’t sure but her once athletically sound body was softer and fuller.

Ms. Wilson’s lavish meals were the culprit, along with her inactive lifestyle and the voracious appetite that she was developing. She hadn’t the willpower to turn down extra baked potatoes or pudding. Whatever was served, she readily consumed it and in huge quantities.

Sarah was almost ready to admit, she had become an overeater.

Her vanity spoke otherwise, convincing herself that once free from this environment, she could get back on the right track and lose the weight.

Watching all those skinny broads (as she called them) on those TV shows were starting to take a toll on Sarah’s self-esteem. At times she felt inadequate and inferior due to the additional weight she was putting on. However, Ms. Wilson was always there with a big bowl of ice cream to comfort her and assure her that not everyone is meant to be thin.

Sarah was partially through a bag of Doritos when Ms. Wilson entered her room. Stepping in front of the television, she promptly shut it off.

“Hey, I was watching that!”

Ms. Wilson grinned, “You can finish that episode of Married With Children later, you have company.”

Sarah’s eyes grew wide, her glasses sliding down her nose, “You’re kidding!”

Bristol walked in, looking very becoming in a teal colored dress.

Shuffling to her mother, carrying a pair of shopping bags, “Hello mom!”

“You’re come to get me out of here!”

Bristol squeaked, “No mom, I’ve come to bring you some clothes and say hi.”

Sarah pushed back her old fashion eyewear, “I can’t leave with you?”

“Not yet mom, there’s more work to do. A lot more.”

Sarah snapped a chip between her teeth, “You have to get me out of here. Just look at me!”

“That‘s my intention.”

Bristol slowly and delicately pulled away the sheet that covered Sarah’s body.

“Whoa, mom!”

Bristol turned to Ms. Wilson, “Nice going, very nice.”

Ms. Wilson affably nodded, “Thank you but the makeover is far from finished.”

“I like what you done to her hair and those glasses, Bristol couldn’t hold back her giggle, “Mom looks totally blasé. Like a domesticated housewife.”

Sarah blurted while gobbling up a handful of chips, “Is your dad aware of this!”

Bristol leaned over her mother, inspecting every detail at her leisure, “Yes, it was partially his idea.”

Sarah’s unsophisticated hairstyle corresponded nicely to her marginally rounder face, manufacturing an imagine of an uncomplicated woman. Her cheeks were fuller and there was indeed a maturing second chin.

Sarah was attired in a black spaghetti string top and loud blue shorts that accentuated her blossoming figure.

Sarah unfavorably glared at Bristol as she tugged her mother’s top upward.

Sarah’s tummy’s, although not all that big, was quite puffy, Bristol’s fingers easily submerging into the pulpy tissue.

“You’re getting tubby mom, congratulations!”

Ms. Wilson shouted over Sarah’s cankerous remark, “What a lovely nickname!”

Bristol swerved her face toward Ms. Wilson, “You think so? I kind of like it myself.”

Sarah vehemently discharged her opposition, “I won’t be called tubby!”

“You have no authority here, remember?”, Ms. Wilson snapped at Sarah.

Bristol agreed as she patted Sarah’s bloated belly, “She’s right. Until our policy is concluded, she has full authority over you.”

Bristol then observed Sarah’s thighs that were thicker and coated with a thin layer of fat.

“You’re getting some nice, thick thighs mom!”

Sarah angrily warned her daughter, “Once I’m out of here you’ll regret this.”

Bristol cheekily replied, “Once you’re out of here, you’ll have a completely different frame of mind.”

Bristol inquired to Ms. Wilson, “How much do you think tubby weighs?”

Ms. Wilson tapped her cheek, “Hard to say, Bristol. Her sedentary lifestyle is turning her muscles into mush so she looks heavier than she is. An educated guess would be 150-pounds.”

Sarah let loose a loud groan in which Bristol responded, “I bought you some clothes, nothing top of the line but sensible in what you require.”

“At least I won’t have to wear these hand-me-downs”, Sarah grunted.

“Not exactly mom. I bought these clothes at yard sales and flea markets.”

Bristol reached into the bag and brought out a sample of clothing. An extra large orange T-shirt with a tacky picture of an ice cream cone.

“This only cost me a buck-fifty!”

“I have an idea”, Ms. Wilson softly purred, “While you visit, why not feed your mother her lunch?”

Bristol curiously asked, “Mom’s not feeding herself, yet?”

Ms. Wilson invited Bristol to join her in the kitchen, Bristol playfully squeezing Sarah’s cheek, “Be right back, tubby.”

In the kitchen, Ms. Wilson explained the details.

“At this stage of the game it’s about control. A powerful woman like your mother will seek out other venues too suppress her lost of authority, thus she’ll reinvent herself. My conditioning will logically influence the ideal changes to her behavior.

Ms. Wilson started pouring Sarah’s meal into an extremely large plastic bowl.

“Commandeer the role of superiority while feeding your mother, be nice but strict and addressing her as tubby would surely bruise her ego.”

Bristol grinned, “That’s so cool. You’ll never know it but I really think she enjoyed bossing me around. It’s difficult being her daughter with her unrealistic agenda and all that hoopla.”

Ms. Wilson handed Bristol the bowl, “Once my task is completed, she’ll be much easier to deal with. Remember now, talk to her in a straightforward manner and she’ll have no doubt you’re in charge.”
 

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Bristol and Ms. Wilson entered Sarah’s quarters.

Sarah gazed directly at the large bowl in Bristol’s hand, “What exactly did you bring me?”

“Mashed potato soup!”, Ms. Wilson jovially told Sarah.

“I had mashed potato soup yesterday!”

“And as I recall you couldn’t get enough of it!”, Ms. Wilson chimed.

Sarah automatically giggled, “Yeah!”

Bristol questioned in curiosity, “What’s mashed potato soup?

Ms. Wilson kindly replied, “It’s my own recipe. A combination of mashed potatoes, a little milk, boiled potatoes slices and bacon. Oh and sour cream!”

Ms. Wilson whispered To Bristol, “It’s loaded with calories.”

Ms. Wilson grinned at Sarah, “Bristol is such a sweetheart, she’s volunteered to fed you, so be on your best behavior.”

Sarah sighed, “When will this stop, I can fed myself.”

“I’ll permit it during the course of the program but not until I feel you’re ready!”

“Hey!”, there was smidgen of a whine to Sarah’s voice, “You don’t have to get all nasty about it.”

A twinkle appeared in Ms. Wilson’s eyes, Sarah’s ego was starting to crumble.

“Would you mind putting on her bib while I get the sour cream?”, asked Ms. Wilson.

Bristol agreed as Ms. Wilson conveyed, “She’s a very messy eater.”

Bristol snapped the plastic bib around Sarah’s neck, though transparent it was decorated with a wide range of flowers.

A sulking Sarah huffily complained, “I really don’t appreciate being treated like this_.”

“Shush! You will abide by the rules.”

Sarah was speechless, she couldn’t comprehend Bristol’s domineering conduct and replied with a shaky nod.

Ms. Wilson returned and once adding the sour cream into the soup, left the mother / daughter alone for some quality time together.

“Sit up straight with the pillow against your back!”, Bristol instructed her mom.

In slow motion, Sarah did as she was told.

Bristol began feeding Sarah, “Open wide Tubby, doesn’t this smell tasty!”

Sarah’s sour expression turned into a content smile after the first few spoonfuls.

The soup was indeed appetizing and she greedily slurped away every spoonful.

Bristol spoke to her mother in an exaggerated cute tone while bringing her up to date on current events.

“Now Tubby, just enjoy your lunch and I’ll explain everything you need to know. I know you’ll cooperate and won’t interrupt me, isn’t that right?”

Sarah swiftly shook her head.

“Very nice, Tubby. Last week Dad announced your retirement from public office. It has been reported that you’re vacationing on an excluded tropical island. We’ve even hired a look a like so photographs could be taken of you. A couple were sent out to various newspapers. Dad mentioned in his press conference that you wish to just fade away and entertain a less prominent lifestyle. Basically going back to being a regular housewife and mom.”

Bristol halted the feeding to grab a paper napkin and wipe Sarah’s chin, “Wow! You really are sloppy.”

The feeding resumed as did Bristol’s discourse.

“You’ll remain here under Ms. Wilson’s care until your behavior has been modified and your appearance has been overhauled. By the way, I won’t nitpick at your weight like you used to do to me. Promise.”

Sarah released a resentful snort, generating a boisterous laugh from Bristol.

Bristol cleared her throat, then continued.

“Dad has purchased a nice home in a Wisconsin suburb in which you’ll reside and you’ll have no real concerns other than cooking and housework.”

Bristol wiped Sarah’s lips and chin, “Even all the weight you put on really won’t matter. By then you’ll accept your size without any difficulty, as if you were always meant to be fat.”

Sarah had finished the soup and Bristol clapped her hands, congratulating her with a proud smile.

“Well done, Tubby! Keep eating like this and the next time I see you, I won’t recognize you.”

Sarah yawned, then scratched her soft tummy as she spoke, “When will that be?”

Bristol shrugged her shoulders but smiled, “I have quite the schedule these next few months so I don’t have a clue. However, while I’m gone, you won’t be bored.”

Sarah whimpered, “I’m bored already.”

Bristol placed the bowl on the rickety old dresser, “Ms. Wilson will eventually give you chores and if you behave, even take you shopping.”

Bristol leaned over Sarah and embraced her with a hug.

“Once this is through, we’ll get along better, trust me. And you know what? I think playing down your looks works in you favor. You look prettier and more natural with those glasses and without makeup.”

“See ya!”, Bristol hummed before leaving the room.

Ms. Wilson returned a few minutes later.

“Did you enjoy your visit?”

Sarah nodded between yawns.

Ms. Wilson pulled over a chair and sat down.

“Tired?”

Sarah inched her way down the pillow.

“Yeah, very.”

Ms. Wilson amiably conveyed, “Close your eyes and relax. Concentrate on what you were just told and imagine a life out of politics. An ordinary, everyday life in some small town. A pleasant environment where you’ll be just another citizen and blend in with the crowd.”

Sarah lips curved into an unruffled smile.
 

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Having watched Mom in action for a couple of years (and Bristol's ex-boyfriend's act), this might be kind of funny to watch.

Veering into the political arena I thinks mom's chances of being elected president in 012 are the same a Katie Curik winning a prime time Emmy.....
Has anyone else besides me figured out the last name of the family involved here?
Foo
 

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Having watched Mom in action for a couple of years (and Bristol's ex-boyfriend's act), this might be kind of funny to watch.

Veering into the political arena I thinks mom's chances of being elected president in 012 are the same a Katie Curik winning a prime time Emmy.....
Has anyone else besides me figured out the last name of the family involved here?
Foo
I'm not much for politics, but even I figured it out.

It's a very intriguing story and I'm interested to see where it goes.
 

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Having watched Mom in action for a couple of years (and Bristol's ex-boyfriend's act), this might be kind of funny to watch.

Veering into the political arena I thinks mom's chances of being elected president in 012 are the same a Katie Curik winning a prime time Emmy.....
Has anyone else besides me figured out the last name of the family involved here?
Foo
I figured out who the story was about, by the third line.

Politics isn't my best subject, as shown by the fact that almost every time the president speaks I want to take a nap.
 

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It was a more or less a month later when Sarah heard again from Bristol in the form of a postcard.

It read: Hello Tubby, spending time auditioning for a reality TV show, having lots of fun. I sent Ms. Wilson a check to cover your feeding bill, look forward to seeing you (more than you know), can’t say when but within another few months. Hugs and kisses, Bristol.

“How much longer is Bristol going to keep me here?”, Sarah asked.

Ms. Wilson cleared off the table, leaving the plates in the sink, along with the pots and pans. “That hasn’t been established yet”, Ms. Wilson replied.

Sarah clumsily teetered out of the chair and brushed back her wandering bangs.

“I um, think I’ll grab those new DVD’s you got and watch something.”

Ms. Wilson folded her arms over her bust, “No, you’re going to do the dishes and then take a shower.”

Sarah rubbed her face, she had become so lazy that even the simplest chore was an arduous task. “Are you for real?”

“Chores are part of the program. You must be recondition for doing housework.”

“There are so many!”, Sarah squeaked.

Ms. Wilson nodded, “I purposely let the dishes pile up just to get you back in practice.”

Ms. Wilson snapped her fingers and then pointed to the sink. Sarah obliged but wasn’t especially anxious about the assignment.

Ms. Wilson looked over Sarah’s shoulder, “I’ll see about bringing you a scrumptious snack before bedtime.”

A short while later, Sarah trudged into the living room where Ms. Wilson was relaxing with a book.

“Now that the dishes are done, I’m going to grab a few donuts and watch TV, I’ll shower tomorrow.”

Ms. Wilson looked over the edge of her book, “Are you going to obey me?”

“But I’m tired”, Sarah whined.

Ms. Wilson lowered the book, “I suggest you obey me or else you’ll lose the privilege of feeding yourself.”

Sarah swerved toward the door, “Yes, Ms. Wilson.”

Once in the bathroom, Sarah discarded her worn-out clothes.

The very baggy mint green T-shirt she flung onto the old fashion radiator and then she wiggled out of her faded blue and red checkered pajama bottoms.

Sarah removed her glasses before starting the water due to being abnormally self-conscious about all the weight she was putting on.

Her breasts drifted slightly downward as she unfasten her bra, her billowing breasts coated with a squishy layer of fat.

Off went the ugly granny style panties that Bristol had bought at a yard sale, her thighs uncontrollably wiggling in the process.

Sarah tested the warmth of the water with her finger tips and slowly entered the small stall.
The lukewarm water gushed over her voluptuous figure, a steady stream flowing downward, running through every crevasse of her plump body.

Sarah whirled her body around, her fuller rear end skimming over the wet tile of the cramp shower stall. She remembered her shower being four times this size back home.

Eventually Sarah brought her face under the showerhead, simultaneously reaching for a bar of economically priced soap.

Sarah’s features had visibly soften enough that there was a distinct puffiness to her cheeks while her budding second chin was more noticeable.

She brought the soap to her bulbous potbelly and traced over it’s downward slope. In a circular motion, she lathered up her belly then pushed the bar over her hips.

If there was a predominant change to Sarah’s figure, it was the spread to her hips. Sarah recognized the verdict, she was becoming pear shaped. Her upper thighs had increased in size, the once trim tissue giving way too a flabby layer of fat and her posterior was undeniably blossoming.

She hated the smell of the discount shampoo but had no choice but to use the thick syrupy gel.

Sarah closed her eyes and imagine she was back home. Visualizing business as usual in a black pinstriped power suit, behind a large oak desk, giving orders to her staff.

A young woman scribbling in a note pad, every other word being “Yes ma’am” as she submissively nodded.

Sarah smiled.

The young woman paused from the dictation, leaning over, she pushed a box of donut within Sarah’s reach. Sarah glimpsed at the donuts, a mild gurgle escaping her belly, a goofy smirk on the young lady’s face.

“Get back to work, “Sarah chided her.

“Yes ma’am”, she replied.

Sarah leaned over the large oak desk, “And further more_.” Sarah paused, a fleeting moment of mind freeze. Sarah eased back in the big leather chair, “That’s so odd, I lost my train of thought.”

“I’ll refresh your memory”, the young lady bubbly remarked, “You were going over your grocery list for tomorrow.”

Sarah silently watched as the young lady emerged from her seat. The young woman’s face morphed into daughter Bristol’s, clothed in a stylish blue dress. The office transformed into a comfortable looking living room, the leather chair where Sarah sat into a vintage lazy boy recliner. The desk missing altogether, replaced by an end table with a lamp, the donut box beside it.

Sarah’s fingers seized the fabric of her business suit as it changed into a cheesy floral designed housedress. Sarah’s figure rapidly inflated, her belly becoming enormous, broken off in two sections, the lower part spreading over her lap.

Bristol placed a big glass of milk on the end table and audaciously grinned.

“Enjoy your snack! I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

Sarah instinctively reached for a donut, a mild jiggle to her belly, “Remember to bring me home the leftovers.”

“I’m not going out to eat, I’m going dancing. But what if I stop off at that all night burrito place on the way home and bring you something?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Sarah gestured to her daughter, politely asking her to move, “You’re blocking the TV.”

“I’m just about to leave but oh. You’ll have to find another ride to the supermarket, unless you want to go in the afternoon, I have a busy schedule.”

Sarah chomped on a sugar donut, a few crumbs leaving her lips, “My schedule isn’t so_.”

“What schedule mom!”, Bristol laughed, “How often do you even leave the house?”

Sarah snipped off another bite.

“Well, I have plenty to do around here too keep me busy. What if you take me shopping after I clean the bathroom?”

“We’ll see”, Bristol remarked as she made tracks to the door, “Have a nice night, I know I will.”

Sarah opened her eyes, unaware of the manner of which her daydream was hijacked, just grateful it was over.

Sarah rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and swiftly left the shower.
 

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Sarah dried herself off then put on her bedtime attire. The very matronly high cut, stretch cotton panties, vanilla in color, enhanced the roundness of her bulging belly while exposing the fullness of her upper thighs and swollen derriere. Sarah slipped on a black T-shirt that nicely contoured to the shape of her slightly wilting breasts and didn’t seem to mind the caption over her bust, Truck Stop Momma. Whether it was due to the conditioning or not, Sarah thought it was kind of cute.

Upon entering her room, Sarah spotted Ms. Wilson with a glass of milk and a piece of Cheesecake.

“Told you I’d bring you a snack before bedtime”, Ms. Wilson naturedly smiled, “Now climb into bed.”

Sarah did just that, her eyes focused on the cheesecake.

“Just one slice?”, Sarah questioned with a bewildered expression.

“I don’t want you up half the night pigging out, you have to retire early. You have a busy day tomorrow.”

Sarah, planted in bed, pillow tucked behind her, seized the plate and started on the cheesecake.

“Bussiee day? Do’in whatz?”, Sarah asked, her cheeks bloated by the generous sample she slurped off the fork.

“Starting tomorrow you’re going to earn you keep around here. You’re on kitchen duty and besides doing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen is among your responsibilities and this means washing the floor.”

Sarah remained silent but nodded in agreement.

“Clean your room as well, I expect better of you, housework is your forte.”

“Yes ma’am”, Sarah passively replied.

“Lights out in an hour”, Ms. Wilson told Sarah, then exited the room.


Hours later and just as Ms. Wilson expected, Sarah snuck into the kitchen to consume the remaining portion of the cheesecake.

Ms. Wilson went unnoticed by Sarah as she brought the cheesecake to the kitchen table and armed with a soupspoon, devoured the delectable dessert.

This was proceeded by Sarah drinking milk from right of the carton.
It was quite the sight, the once proud, brash politician loudly guzzling the milk, her head yanked back, her hand squarely on her protruding belly.

Upon a bellowing burp, Sarah put the milk back into the fridge and then grabbed few slices of baloney and with the practically empty jar of mayonnaise, returned to her room.

Ms. Wilson unlocked the door to her study and once behind her computer, wrote Bristol an E-mail.

Bristol,
Stage one of your mother’s conditioning is a complete success. After all these years of suppressing her appetite, Sarah has developed a predisposition to overeat. Furthermore, her self-control is abysmal. The next stage will be suppressing her ego and taming her uppity attitude.
I will surely keep you up to date on her progress.
Sincerely, Sandra Wilson
 

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Another month went by and another, Sarah’s exhilarating, fast pace lifestyle was toned down to a tedious crawl. Though she was responsible for a wide variety of chores during the early part of the day, the late afternoon and evening were reserved for Sarah too lounge around and watch TV.

Sarah was becoming much more content with her hand-me-down wardrobe and all the more consumed with various TV shows that she previously never really cared to watch.

She did indeed miss the spotlight but was getting used to being an anonymous couch potato.

One Evening Ms. Wilson invited Sarah to watch the news with her. Sarah’s lack of interest was revealed in her eyes, and she bluntly replied, “Nah, don’t think so. I’m going to make a couple sandwiches and watch a Laverne and Shirley marathon in my room.”

Sarah continued to pile on the pounds, her physical appearance corresponding too her obsessive appetite. Virtually unrecognizable as a once stylish, politician, Sarah now resembled a modest domestic woman who never contemplated dieting.


Sarah dragged the vacuum behind her as she approached Ms. Wilson, “Finished vacuuming.”

Ms. Wilson shook her head, “That’s fine, Sarah. Have you washed down the bathroom tile?”

“Not yet, Ms. Wilson. I was going to have something too nibble on first. Is that alright?”

Ms. Wilson smirked, “I guess?”

Ms. Wilson gazed over Sarah as she shuffled toward the closet where the vacuum was stored.

That black dress Sarah had on was unfavorable snug, especially around her belly and hindquarters.

Matter of fact, one lone button situated around Sarah’s thick waist was unfasten.
Ms. Wilson cheerfully addressed Sarah, “I have an idea, we’ll take a field trip tomorrow. Buy you some clothes and grab some lunch.”

Sarah swiveled in slow motion, “Excuse me?”

Ms. Wilson warbled in a saccharine tone, “Most everything Bristol brought for you to wear hardly fits anymore. I’ll take you to a nice store and we’ll get you some brand new apparel.”

Sarah’s features clearly depicted her anxiety.

“I haven’t been out in public in months, what if I’m recognized? The gossip would explicitly damage my political career.”

Ms. Wilson grinned, “Pardon me for bruising your ego but you haven’t been mentioned in the news for weeks.”

Sarah eyes flickered, thoroughly surprised, she vocalized her thoughts, “You must be mistaken, I’m a celebrated member of the Republican party.”

“No Sarah”, Ms. Wilson happily corrected her, “You retired or don’t you remember Bristol’s visit?”

Sarah lowered her head, bitterly conveying, “Yes, I remember but this doesn’t mean my career is legitimately over. Once I’m out of here, I’ll salvage my political ambitions.”

“We’ll see”, Ms. Wilson reticently replied.

Sarah walked over to the fridge but paused before opening the door. “You don’t think I’ll be able to lose all this weight?”

Ms. Wilson responded with a confident smile, “I know you can’t. However, the question at hand is about you leaving my house and buying some new things to wear. I’m aware you feel uncomfortable with your appearance but I assure you, nobody would have the faintest idea of who you are. The folks around here will basically recognize a woman of simple means, no different than any of them.

Ms. Wilson strolled over to Sarah, “While shopping, you’ll be able to get some sense of your new position in life and mingle with regular people.”

“But I’ve gotten so heavy, I’m embarrassed about the weight I gained”, Sarah replied.

“Have something to eat, it’ll put you in a better mood. After all, you can’t think very well on an empty stomach.”

Sarah loudly exhaled and opened the fridge.
 

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THE NEXT DAY : There was now less room for Sarah to move around in the extremely small shower.
Clumsily pivoting, the best she could muster as the water sprayed over her well-nourished form. Sarah could hardly fathom her exact weight. She was well beyond 150-pounds but not quite 200. At least she hoped. Sarah wasn’t ashamed that her appearance brought her much attention and amplified her political career. However, being chubby would hinder her ambitions, she’d be just another politician.

Her portly belly stretched outward, completely circular in shape, adequately in proportion to her inflated hindquarters. Her hips had considerably widen and saddlebags had developed over her thick thighs. She reached for the foul smelling shampoo and rubbed it into her hair.

The bathroom door opened just a crack and Ms. Wilson, in a demanding voice, told her, “Don’t dawdle Sarah. We have a full afternoon.”

Sarah cantankerously complained to herself but politely replied, “Yes ma’am, I’ll be right out.”

“Warp a towel around yourself and go to your room, I have your wardrobe already arranged for you.”

Sarah grumbled, “Yes, give me a second!”

Sarah rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and left the shower. After drying herself off, Sarah stretched the towel around her thick midsection, the material straining to cover up her large behind.

“I’m getting huge”, Sarah insisted as she entered her room.


In a domineering stance, Ms. Wilson directed Sarah, “This is what you’ll wear while we’re out. I want no complaints or whining. Understand?”

Sarah quietly studied the ordinary looking housedress. Months earlier Sarah would have rejected the frumpy gown but in her current state of mind, didn’t find fault in it.

“Sure Ms. Wilson, I’ll wear the dress.”

Ms. Wilson walked over to the door, “See me in the kitchen once you’ve dressed. I need to do your hair.”

Sarah obliged Ms. Wilson with a polite, “Yes ma’am.”

It wasn’t very long that Sarah had gotten dressed and joined Ms. Wilson in the kitchen.

The sleeveless housedress held a yellow and brown checkered pattern with brown trim, the flimsy material stretching over her belly while emphasizing the width of her hips.
Sarah took a seat and placed her hands over her big belly.

Ms. Wilson took precious care with Sarah’s hair, manufacturing the precise decorum that coincided with a docile woman of uncomplicated means.

Sarah’s hair was arranged into a messy bun hairstyle that added a casual depth to her character.
Sarah was pleased with the results.

“Not too shabby, Ms. Wilson, I kind of like it.”

Ms. Wilson acknowledged Sarah with a persuasive nod, “Then we’re ready to go.”




Boarding Ms. Wilson’s vehicle, Sarah was informed of their agenda; lunch, shopping for clothes and then a trip to the grocery store.


After about an hour on the road, they reached a quiet little town. Sarah’s eyes widen as Ms. Wilson veered the car toward a lone red building with large picture windows, adjacent to a vast concrete parking lot. Ms. Wilson pulled into the parking lot and parked among the various other automobiles and pickup trucks.

“This is a truck stop”, Sarah squeaked, “We’re eating diner food?”

Ms. Wilson snickered, “What did you expect? A steak house?”
Sarah tilted her head, “I was thinking something a little better quality.”

“Sarah, you‘re not fully aware of your modest personality. The patrons of this establishment are decent, hard working people who lead ordinary lives. Just like you.”

Sarah cantankerously flung opened the car door, “If we’re going to eat here, let’s go, I’m hungry.”
Ms, Wilson elatedly chimed, “I know!”

Ms. Wilson understood that Sarah couldn’t accept being labeled ordinary. Her tremendous ego rejected the notion that she led pedestrian lifestyle. As Ms. Wilson expected, Sarah’s anger roused her appetite.

The inside of the diner was pleasant if not unambiguously plain looking. A circular counter facing the partially enclosed kitchen, several comfortable booths and a few tables. The patrons were a hodgepodge of working class folk, housewives and truckers and some salesmen and bikers.

Sarah wasn’t used to her increased girth and sarcastically grumbled while sliding into the booth, “Can’t they make these things any smaller?”

Ms. Wilson handed Sarah a menu, “Pipe down, you’ll embarrass me.”

Sarah lightly bounced on the cushions, making herself comfortable, she opened the menu and contently sighed.

The waitress who approach their table was a young woman not quite 25-years of age. Her short strawberry blond hair complimented her sweet freckled features, attired in a pink uniform, she was literally thin, excluding her diminutive potbelly.

“Hey Sandra, haven’t seen you in a while”, she addressed Ms. Wilson with a wide smile.

“Been busy with my studies into the human psyche”, Ms. Wilson replied.

Ms. Wilson then made introductions.

“Sarah, this is Heather. Heather, this is Sarah. Sarah is my housekeeper.”

Sarah’s reaction was obviously negative but she kept quiet.

Heather stood with a hand over her hip, “Nice to meet you, Sarah. I hope Ms. Wilson don’t work you too hard.”

“To tell you the truth”, Ms. Wilson explained, “Sarah is between careers at the moment, eventually she’ll join her family in Wisconsin.”

“That’s totally cool, Sarah”, Heather nonchalantly remarked, “If you want any extra cash, maybe you could clean up my place.”

“That’s an idea”, Ms. Wilson grinned.

“Well, I’ll let you two look over the menus and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Just a second”, Ms. Wilson politely inquired, “Could you please settle a little dispute I’m having with Sarah?”

“Sure!”, Heather replied with a perky smile, “What’s up?”

Ms. Wilson glimpsed over at Sarah, “I trust your honesty but Sarah claims that she resembles Sarah Palin. What do you think?”

Heather looked over Sarah’s features. The unexceptional hairstyle, the puffy quality of her cheeks and the rubbery double chin. Sarah appeared less likely the renown politician, more likely a contented housewife.

Heather scratched her head with the end of her pencil, rewarding Sarah with an agreeable grin, “Nah, Sarah is much prettier than Sarah Palin.”

Heather proceeded to spin around, “I’ll be back shortly!”

Heather was a safe distance away as Ms. Wilson quelled Sarah’s reservations.

“I told you, didn’t I? Nobody suspects you’re Sarah Palin. You’re just another normal citizen having lunch.”

Sarah was partially relieved but still chagrined. Pleased that she wasn’t recognized but detesting her lackluster appearance and the weight she gained. Sarah was all about her career, even though it was a small comfort not to have a prestigious schedule and could eat whatever she desired. But what if she became content to this unobtrusive lifestyle?
 

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Even though this is very well written, am I the only person who has a hard time reading it because of personal politics? I am not proud of it but just THINKING about Sarah Palin gives me the willies.
 

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I'll post more of this story probably Saturday. I should have written an outline because the plot is starting to get a little complicated. If anyone has any suggestions for scenes or subplots, I would be interested in reading them. One idea was having Sarah being incorporated into the white trash environment. I'm not sure about that. I hope this is an entertaining story.
 
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