~BBW, Hypnosis, Eating, ~~WG - After successfully hyponotizing his wife, his plan backfires; has he created a monster?
[An intriguing tale from the WGR incomplete by virtue of computer file corruption and completed by my efforts]
Bill was a man elated. The day's mail had brought confirmation of his efforts and, he hoped, the answer to his dreams. Many nights had gone by "working late" at the office.
"Paperwork and government regulations," he'd told his wife, Cheryl. In truth, he was exploiting the benefits of being the company's computer expert - unlimited Internet access. Through a diligent search he'd found it - a complete, certified course in "Medical Hypnotherapy and Eating Disorders."
After months of night-long e-mail study, he'd finally completed the requirements and testing. In his hands he held the certificate of completion he'd been seeking. Though his course had emphasized "hypnotherapy of obesity," a minor chapter on "treatment of anorexia" had caught his eye. As a lifelong FA, and through a little on-line research, his interest was peaked and his study efforts looked ready to bear fruit.
"What's that, honey?" said Cheryl, as the long-sought diploma was quickly wadded into refuse.
"Oh, just one of those scam giveaways," he replied, throwing the paper into the trash compactor. Bill looked at his wife. She'd shown so much promise when they were married - chubby cheeks with a youthful baby-fat look, a slightly rounded belly, slightly droopy but large bouncy breasts and a bottom that bordered on overly full. The effect was that of an exaggerated hourglass that drove Bill to distraction, but now, 5 years later, all was not well.
Cheryl, always sensitive to peer pressure, had taken a secretarial job with a group of thin, catty, nearly anorexic coworkers. Bill recoiled in horror when he first met them in their tight miniskirts and blouses, with uplift brassieres clearly designed to maximize assets that weren't there. Most of them were single and clearly after the unhappily married CEO. Unfortunately, the girls were jealous of Cheryl's fully developed figure and chided her into a 30-pound weight loss.
Where she once looked forward to meals, laughing and eating with her husband, Cheryl now simply sat quietly picking at her salad and looking wistfully at Bill's generous portions. "Join me," Bill would repeatedly urge her, but the reply was always the same: "I just couldn't - the girls would never let me forget it." Now that was all about to change.
Step one began with a night out. As usual, Cheryl resisted the attempt to get her to a nice restaurant, but she was willing to go to one of the local comedy clubs. "Diet cola," she ordered, meeting her cover charge. As she slowly sipped her drink, the acts passed - a pretty unimpressive mime, a crude local comedian, and a passably good parody singing act.
Finally, amid much fanfare, the featured "professional" act of the evening was introduced - "The Magnificent Mentalist," a famous stage hypnotist and (not coincidentally) an online acquaintance from the hypnoschool who shared a common interest in women with Bill. The two had built a strong friendship from this start and "TMM" agreed to give Bill's plan a "jump start."
Calling for volunteers, the performer went through all the usual moves - a quiet accountant was suddenly (and tonelessly) belting out songs as Elvis, several people were busily swatting at insects that weren't there, and the macho dude in the tank top was a baby, gurgling and cooing. Finally, nodding almost imperceptibly to Bill, he called for one last volunteer.
Bill quickly grabbed Cheryl's hand and before she could resist, shot it into the air. Before she could stammer her objections, Cheryl found herself being escorted onto the stage to the applause of the other patrons. Within a few minutes, her world was the hypnotist, his voice her only focus, as she felt herself slowly drifting, her body becoming more and more relaxed, her fears and concerns fading. Finally, the seemingly simple hypnotic suggestion was made, "You will wake up hungry." With a snap of his fingers, Cheryl found herself abruptly back upon the stage with the hot lights upon her.
She remembered nothing but felt great. A strange gnawing sensation made itself known, and she soon found herself finishing a burger, double order of fries, and two drafts almost unconsciously. She noted the crowd looking at her and smiling. Nervously, she checked her purse and looked in the small mirror finding nothing out of the ordinary. She checked her sweater, skirt and hose and found nothing wrong. "Must be my fifteen minutes of fame," she thought, nibbling on a buffalo wing. Finally, it was time to leave. All the night's participants traveled backstage to be "unhypnotized", except Cheryl, who was quickly escorted to the car by Bill.
The next morning Cheryl awoke refreshed but feeling a little bloated. "Must be retaining water," she thought. Still, a vague hunger gradually grew and with some effort (and Bill's encouragement) a small stack of pancakes was soon gone.
"Right on schedule," thought Bill.
On return home that evening, Cheryl was almost in tears. The few pounds gained had not escaped the attention of her coworkers, who made the rest of the day miserable. Skipping lunch, she returned home with a renewed will to diet. Expectantly, Bill was waiting. Settling his wife gently onto the sofa, he spoke to her in gentle, soothing, somehow familiar sounding tones. Slowly, as she gazed into his loving eyes, Cheryl felt herself drifting and relaxing.
Bill continued the work started the night before. He reinforced and amplified his colleague's work of the prior night and began to add a dose of self-confidence. "The more you eat, the better you feel. The better you feel, the better you look," he added to the appetite stimulation which he reemphasized. Almost without realizing it, Cheryl found herself awake and sitting at the dinner table with the sumptuous dinner Bill had delivered. Consuming a quantity that would have sent her running in terror to the spa only a day before, Cheryl sat back and softly patted her softly distended tummy, feeling still strangely unfulfilled.
Finally, sensing his moment, Bill brought forth the baked Alaska that had been hiding in the fridge. Feeling even hungrier and stronger as she ate, Cheryl singlehandedly finished the party-sized confection. Guiding his now stuffed and somnolent wife up the stairs, Bill helped her remove her clothes and slowly climb into bed, noting with some satisfaction, a roundedness to his wife's stomach that he hadn't seen for years.
The cycle continued for several weeks, until eventually Cheryl felt well enough about herself that she was able to simply ignore her coworkers' taunts and jibes. Her appetite grew to its former vigor and beyond. Months later, as she modeled her new size 16 work clothes for Bill (having climbed through sizes 4 through 14), Cheryl suddenly felt satisfied at last. Noting her generous cleavage, emphasized by a low v-neck and specially ordered "BBW" bra, her softly curved stomach blending into flaring hips and a full, rounded bottom, she slowly ran her hands along the soft silky fabric. She felt stronger, better, and sexier than she could have ever believed and it showed.
The CEO, previously an undeclared FA, soon noticed the standout in the secretarial pool and promoted her to the director of secretarial personnel with a large pay raise - more than enough to keep up with her rapidly (and literally) growing wardrobe. At home, Cheryl became a sexual aggressor, much to Bill's delight. Burying his face in his wife's soft neckline, Bill congratulated her on the new promotion and began to work his way toward the paradise of her generous body. Returning his kiss but holding him at bay, she replied, "I like the way you think, but let's eat first. I'm STARVED."
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And eat she did. When Bill was nearly done, Cheryl had already finished further helpings and asked him, "You are gonna eat that?
With a grin from one end of his face to the other, Bill gave her what she wanted.
"Good boy," she mumbled with the food in her mouth. "Deserves a reward. She kissed and hugged him intensely.
The next days were a blur between the passions of his wife. He was the lucky meat in a sandwich of food, love, lust and food. His only duty seemed to be sure that the house never ran out of food.
He started to take portions on his plate to be sure he got some food for himself and to be able to give her later of his dish. The weight of her in the night when she was on top (she preferred this position now) was even better of a sensation than he expected.
At work she performed extremely well and began learning new skills, motivated by the fact that she would only reward herself with food if she worked eagerly. This Pavlovian method was by her own initiative and she pursued it recklessly in the following nights. She appeared to Bill to be the most eager student as she was able to eat more that way. The way she quickly aquired new skills was noted by her CEO, and she received a lot of praise.
Still, in in what remained of her leisure time, she teased Bill by wearing her nearly outgrown clothes, showcasing her newly formed lovehandles. Her perspective changed in the way she looked at other women, and she became more fascinated by real women than those in the fashion mags she formerly purchased.
Only in front of the mirror was she still a bit unsure, but she had a smile when she puffed her belly outwards.
Bill did not think that he would ever have to reenact his phrases on her and thought that the last weeks with her had never been anything but great. He only missed her because she was so active at work.
He decided to surprise her with a pizza on her break the next Monday.
When he arrived, Cheryl was smiling at the pizza he brought her and stated that she had ordered one as well. His notion of sharing with the other members of the staff was declined by her simply putting his pizza on her's and so forming a calzone.
And on it went.
During the shared holidays, she proudly displayed her curves in a bikini on the beach, perfectly able to manage the harrassment of girls passing by.
Bill had some trouble keeping up with her, and her wardrobe even more, as she often wore clothes which quickly became tight and showcased bulges on her ever-expanding body.
The day she first saw her new double chin, she came late to work, hardly able to leave her mirror behind.
Bill did not even notice how fast the months passed or what he missed while he was busy with Cheryl. It seemed there had been another Superbowl, but he did not wonder how he could have missed it.
When Cheryl had an opportunity to weigh herself, she noted that she weighed 320, and was amused by the fact that she had more than doubled her weight.
That same night Cheryl admitted to Bill, "I took a loan out on the house and bought the stock of one of our companys partners. And before you start to worry, the deal is now done and I made fifty thousand dollars profit, but this is inside knowledge, so no talking to the outside.
"And now I think of buying more some shares of the company. I know of a certain young woman who will make some changes and raise the profits. And lastly, could you order some Chinese, the first three menus, and something for yourself.
Bill wanted to, but didnt even know what he had to protest. The leviathan his wife was developing into was surely becoming too much for him to handle. While she was waiting for the wantang, he decided to try to stop his hypnosis. He tried to trigger the trance and give her a new phrase, which was "I am happy where I am with my weight and dont want to gain more weight.
While doing this, he was loudly interrupted by his wife.
"What are you trying to do here? What do you think you are doing? Repeat what I am saying: my wife is beautiful and becoming more beautiful every day. I only hope you tried to do this silly stunt because you were worried about me, but if you cant see what a luxury a big woman is, I pity you.
Cheryl spoke this with the most dire tone; Bill was afraid but knew he should listen to her wishes. He was sure if she continued gaining at that rate and acting with even more confidence at 500 pounds, she would run for president and at 1000 would rule the world.
Hypnoplumper
by 1FA and continued by BTB (past the asterisks)
by 1FA and continued by BTB (past the asterisks)
[An intriguing tale from the WGR incomplete by virtue of computer file corruption and completed by my efforts]
Bill was a man elated. The day's mail had brought confirmation of his efforts and, he hoped, the answer to his dreams. Many nights had gone by "working late" at the office.
"Paperwork and government regulations," he'd told his wife, Cheryl. In truth, he was exploiting the benefits of being the company's computer expert - unlimited Internet access. Through a diligent search he'd found it - a complete, certified course in "Medical Hypnotherapy and Eating Disorders."
After months of night-long e-mail study, he'd finally completed the requirements and testing. In his hands he held the certificate of completion he'd been seeking. Though his course had emphasized "hypnotherapy of obesity," a minor chapter on "treatment of anorexia" had caught his eye. As a lifelong FA, and through a little on-line research, his interest was peaked and his study efforts looked ready to bear fruit.
"What's that, honey?" said Cheryl, as the long-sought diploma was quickly wadded into refuse.
"Oh, just one of those scam giveaways," he replied, throwing the paper into the trash compactor. Bill looked at his wife. She'd shown so much promise when they were married - chubby cheeks with a youthful baby-fat look, a slightly rounded belly, slightly droopy but large bouncy breasts and a bottom that bordered on overly full. The effect was that of an exaggerated hourglass that drove Bill to distraction, but now, 5 years later, all was not well.
Cheryl, always sensitive to peer pressure, had taken a secretarial job with a group of thin, catty, nearly anorexic coworkers. Bill recoiled in horror when he first met them in their tight miniskirts and blouses, with uplift brassieres clearly designed to maximize assets that weren't there. Most of them were single and clearly after the unhappily married CEO. Unfortunately, the girls were jealous of Cheryl's fully developed figure and chided her into a 30-pound weight loss.
Where she once looked forward to meals, laughing and eating with her husband, Cheryl now simply sat quietly picking at her salad and looking wistfully at Bill's generous portions. "Join me," Bill would repeatedly urge her, but the reply was always the same: "I just couldn't - the girls would never let me forget it." Now that was all about to change.
Step one began with a night out. As usual, Cheryl resisted the attempt to get her to a nice restaurant, but she was willing to go to one of the local comedy clubs. "Diet cola," she ordered, meeting her cover charge. As she slowly sipped her drink, the acts passed - a pretty unimpressive mime, a crude local comedian, and a passably good parody singing act.
Finally, amid much fanfare, the featured "professional" act of the evening was introduced - "The Magnificent Mentalist," a famous stage hypnotist and (not coincidentally) an online acquaintance from the hypnoschool who shared a common interest in women with Bill. The two had built a strong friendship from this start and "TMM" agreed to give Bill's plan a "jump start."
Calling for volunteers, the performer went through all the usual moves - a quiet accountant was suddenly (and tonelessly) belting out songs as Elvis, several people were busily swatting at insects that weren't there, and the macho dude in the tank top was a baby, gurgling and cooing. Finally, nodding almost imperceptibly to Bill, he called for one last volunteer.
Bill quickly grabbed Cheryl's hand and before she could resist, shot it into the air. Before she could stammer her objections, Cheryl found herself being escorted onto the stage to the applause of the other patrons. Within a few minutes, her world was the hypnotist, his voice her only focus, as she felt herself slowly drifting, her body becoming more and more relaxed, her fears and concerns fading. Finally, the seemingly simple hypnotic suggestion was made, "You will wake up hungry." With a snap of his fingers, Cheryl found herself abruptly back upon the stage with the hot lights upon her.
She remembered nothing but felt great. A strange gnawing sensation made itself known, and she soon found herself finishing a burger, double order of fries, and two drafts almost unconsciously. She noted the crowd looking at her and smiling. Nervously, she checked her purse and looked in the small mirror finding nothing out of the ordinary. She checked her sweater, skirt and hose and found nothing wrong. "Must be my fifteen minutes of fame," she thought, nibbling on a buffalo wing. Finally, it was time to leave. All the night's participants traveled backstage to be "unhypnotized", except Cheryl, who was quickly escorted to the car by Bill.
The next morning Cheryl awoke refreshed but feeling a little bloated. "Must be retaining water," she thought. Still, a vague hunger gradually grew and with some effort (and Bill's encouragement) a small stack of pancakes was soon gone.
"Right on schedule," thought Bill.
On return home that evening, Cheryl was almost in tears. The few pounds gained had not escaped the attention of her coworkers, who made the rest of the day miserable. Skipping lunch, she returned home with a renewed will to diet. Expectantly, Bill was waiting. Settling his wife gently onto the sofa, he spoke to her in gentle, soothing, somehow familiar sounding tones. Slowly, as she gazed into his loving eyes, Cheryl felt herself drifting and relaxing.
Bill continued the work started the night before. He reinforced and amplified his colleague's work of the prior night and began to add a dose of self-confidence. "The more you eat, the better you feel. The better you feel, the better you look," he added to the appetite stimulation which he reemphasized. Almost without realizing it, Cheryl found herself awake and sitting at the dinner table with the sumptuous dinner Bill had delivered. Consuming a quantity that would have sent her running in terror to the spa only a day before, Cheryl sat back and softly patted her softly distended tummy, feeling still strangely unfulfilled.
Finally, sensing his moment, Bill brought forth the baked Alaska that had been hiding in the fridge. Feeling even hungrier and stronger as she ate, Cheryl singlehandedly finished the party-sized confection. Guiding his now stuffed and somnolent wife up the stairs, Bill helped her remove her clothes and slowly climb into bed, noting with some satisfaction, a roundedness to his wife's stomach that he hadn't seen for years.
The cycle continued for several weeks, until eventually Cheryl felt well enough about herself that she was able to simply ignore her coworkers' taunts and jibes. Her appetite grew to its former vigor and beyond. Months later, as she modeled her new size 16 work clothes for Bill (having climbed through sizes 4 through 14), Cheryl suddenly felt satisfied at last. Noting her generous cleavage, emphasized by a low v-neck and specially ordered "BBW" bra, her softly curved stomach blending into flaring hips and a full, rounded bottom, she slowly ran her hands along the soft silky fabric. She felt stronger, better, and sexier than she could have ever believed and it showed.
The CEO, previously an undeclared FA, soon noticed the standout in the secretarial pool and promoted her to the director of secretarial personnel with a large pay raise - more than enough to keep up with her rapidly (and literally) growing wardrobe. At home, Cheryl became a sexual aggressor, much to Bill's delight. Burying his face in his wife's soft neckline, Bill congratulated her on the new promotion and began to work his way toward the paradise of her generous body. Returning his kiss but holding him at bay, she replied, "I like the way you think, but let's eat first. I'm STARVED."
**********************************************************
And eat she did. When Bill was nearly done, Cheryl had already finished further helpings and asked him, "You are gonna eat that?
With a grin from one end of his face to the other, Bill gave her what she wanted.
"Good boy," she mumbled with the food in her mouth. "Deserves a reward. She kissed and hugged him intensely.
The next days were a blur between the passions of his wife. He was the lucky meat in a sandwich of food, love, lust and food. His only duty seemed to be sure that the house never ran out of food.
He started to take portions on his plate to be sure he got some food for himself and to be able to give her later of his dish. The weight of her in the night when she was on top (she preferred this position now) was even better of a sensation than he expected.
At work she performed extremely well and began learning new skills, motivated by the fact that she would only reward herself with food if she worked eagerly. This Pavlovian method was by her own initiative and she pursued it recklessly in the following nights. She appeared to Bill to be the most eager student as she was able to eat more that way. The way she quickly aquired new skills was noted by her CEO, and she received a lot of praise.
Still, in in what remained of her leisure time, she teased Bill by wearing her nearly outgrown clothes, showcasing her newly formed lovehandles. Her perspective changed in the way she looked at other women, and she became more fascinated by real women than those in the fashion mags she formerly purchased.
Only in front of the mirror was she still a bit unsure, but she had a smile when she puffed her belly outwards.
Bill did not think that he would ever have to reenact his phrases on her and thought that the last weeks with her had never been anything but great. He only missed her because she was so active at work.
He decided to surprise her with a pizza on her break the next Monday.
When he arrived, Cheryl was smiling at the pizza he brought her and stated that she had ordered one as well. His notion of sharing with the other members of the staff was declined by her simply putting his pizza on her's and so forming a calzone.
And on it went.
During the shared holidays, she proudly displayed her curves in a bikini on the beach, perfectly able to manage the harrassment of girls passing by.
Bill had some trouble keeping up with her, and her wardrobe even more, as she often wore clothes which quickly became tight and showcased bulges on her ever-expanding body.
The day she first saw her new double chin, she came late to work, hardly able to leave her mirror behind.
Bill did not even notice how fast the months passed or what he missed while he was busy with Cheryl. It seemed there had been another Superbowl, but he did not wonder how he could have missed it.
When Cheryl had an opportunity to weigh herself, she noted that she weighed 320, and was amused by the fact that she had more than doubled her weight.
That same night Cheryl admitted to Bill, "I took a loan out on the house and bought the stock of one of our companys partners. And before you start to worry, the deal is now done and I made fifty thousand dollars profit, but this is inside knowledge, so no talking to the outside.
"And now I think of buying more some shares of the company. I know of a certain young woman who will make some changes and raise the profits. And lastly, could you order some Chinese, the first three menus, and something for yourself.
Bill wanted to, but didnt even know what he had to protest. The leviathan his wife was developing into was surely becoming too much for him to handle. While she was waiting for the wantang, he decided to try to stop his hypnosis. He tried to trigger the trance and give her a new phrase, which was "I am happy where I am with my weight and dont want to gain more weight.
While doing this, he was loudly interrupted by his wife.
"What are you trying to do here? What do you think you are doing? Repeat what I am saying: my wife is beautiful and becoming more beautiful every day. I only hope you tried to do this silly stunt because you were worried about me, but if you cant see what a luxury a big woman is, I pity you.
Cheryl spoke this with the most dire tone; Bill was afraid but knew he should listen to her wishes. He was sure if she continued gaining at that rate and acting with even more confidence at 500 pounds, she would run for president and at 1000 would rule the world.
