SSBBW (Multiple), Magic, ~XWG - A secret technique causes the patrons of this cafe to enlarge.
[Author's Note: My first try at posting a story. Let me know what you think.]
Part I
Karina (K or Kari to her friends) walked up to the register at Lizz’z Old Country Buffet and asked for Bill. Behind the register Mike raised his eyebrows when he saw that she’d laid down enough cash to reserve Bill as her server for five hours.
“Are you sure about this, K?” Mike asked.
“Yes, Mike, I’m sure,“ K said, laying down another ten. “I’ve got things ready at my place. I should have an hour to spare before Madam Lizz comes in for her evening meal, shouldn’t I? I wouldn't want to impinge on her time with her favorite server,” said K, with a wink.
Smiling, Mike answered her, “You should. Am I right in assuming you want a special booth?” he asked, referring to one of the booths that could be adjusted to accommodate different sizes of groups of people, both from the number of people and people of different heights and weights. You could be anywhere from 2 to 8 feet in height and from average weight and up(the upper limits had never been tested so no one knew what they were).
Seeing K’s nod he looked up to see Bill approaching from behind her. “Bill, take K to booth 7. You're going to be her server for the next 5 hours.” Mike couldn’t help but smile at the startled look on Bill's face at this.
Mike watched as Bill led K off to her booth, noticing her recently acquired curves showed even under the large trench coat she was wearing. She had to mass at least 100k (220 pounds) by now. Both Karina and Bill attended the campus nearby, Bill as an aspiring architect and K as a mechanical engineer. Both of them were good kids; Mike had met them at about the same time but separately.
Bill had come in to Lizz’z looking for work. Even though he had a full academic scholarship, it only paid his schooling and board, so if he wanted spending money he needed a job. Bill had also joked that working at an all you can eat buffet was the best place to see the really cute girls. In spite of himself, Mike had laughed in agreement; usually statements like that made him suspicious about a person but the way Bill said it (somehow shy, wistful and admiring all at once) had put him at ease and he hired him on the spot. He’d never had cause to regret it. At more than six and a half feet tall and with a strong athletic build, Bill could have been a player in any of the big four (baseball, basketball, football and soccer). With his curly brown hair, green eyes ( looks that would make Adonis green with envy) and a genuinely good-hearted, if somewhat reserved, personality, Bill had been attracting a growing number of female clientele to Lizz’z.
Karina was a somewhat different story; she was truly the poor little rich girl. When he’d first met her she was only about 55k (121 pounds). She’d come by late one night (Lizz’z was open 24 hours a day) with a tear-streaked face. After she placed her order, she grabbed two plates and piled one with pastas smothered in Lizz’z heaviest meat and cream sauces and the other in heavy custard desserts. To drink, she grabbed the largest glass of Lizz’z famous chocolate cream they had. He noticed that unlike other people that binged, K didn’t just tear in and start shoveling the food into her mouth. She took her time and savored each bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. Occasionally another tear would run down her cheek.
Unable to stand idly by, Mike had walked up and asked if she’d like to talk about it. Startled K had looked up with a haunted, fearful look in her eyes that was painful to see. Seeing the honest concern on his face (he’d been told on different occasions that talking to him was like talking to a caring older brother or a kind uncle) she’d almost collapsed in tears sobbing, “Why do some mothers have to be such cruel, clueless bitches?!”
He’d set a chair next to hers and she’d leaned into his shoulder, letting the tears flow. Slowly the story came out. Karina had gone home for break after earning her masters in engineering, before continuing for her doctorate. When she’d got there her mother had immediately started haranguing her about her weight gain (she'd put on all of three pounds in four years), saying there was no way she was going to make it in this world as a model if she refused to watch her figure.
This went on for days with her three sisters pitching in at different times, all of whom were the epitome of rich white trash bimbos. It all came to a head one day when the eldest, who was two years older (and who K knew was sleeping with no less than seven men), was stupid enough to take a swing at her and call K a sleazy whore. Karina just snapped. She had worked hard to make her own way in the world. She exercised to stay fit, not to maintain some artificial ideal of beauty; her sister hadn’t stood a chance. By the time K realized what she was doing, her sister was a bloody mess. Her nose, jaw, several ribs and one of her arms were all broken.
Even though she was terrified of what she had done, Karina had gone straight to her own lawyer, Debra Stark. After hearing her story, Debra had gotten her cleaned up and called the local police, who agreed to Debra keeping K in her “custody”.
The next morning Karina’s mother called Debra Stark, demanding that if Karina didn’t apologize to her sister she wouldn’t see a cent of her trust fund, and what was more, she would be disowned.
At this point of her story, Karina had thrown back her head and laughed. He had furrowed his brows in concern at the edge of hysteria in it. Seeing this, she calmed down a bit. After wiping her eyes and blowing her nose with a napkin she answered the question on his face. It turned out that Karina was very good at game theory and probability mapping. She hadn’t touched her trust fund in three years. As of her 21st birthday she’d been financially independent and her mother didn’t have a clue. Her father knew because she’d been outdoing his best analysis since she was fourteen.
In addition, for her eighteenth birthday he’d taken her to Monaco. He’d calculated that between salary and commissions she would have earned about one million dollars, give or take. Taking her to a casino, he handed her that amount in chips and set her loose. Two hours later she’d turned that one million into almost five just playing blackjack.
The head of the casino showed up and invited her to be the final contestant in a poker tournament, hoping to get some of the casino's money back. The entry fee was four mil, but she handed it over without blinking. With a wink to her father who was already seated at another table she took her place. They played well into the night. Karina and her father ended up being two of the last five players out of a field of one HUNDRED and twenty five. On the last hand, with all of the money on the table, her father bluffed the other players into folding, bringing it down to just the two of them. As she was first in order, she lay down her hand - 10, J, Q, K, A, all hearts. Her father then lay out his hand. 10, J, Q, K of spades and then the A…..of clubs.
Turning over his cards he picked up his drink and calmly saluted her. With a curtsy she stood and asked if the gentleman would be kind enough to escort her to her room. A twinkle in his eye finally breaking his poker face, her father stood and offered his arm. Together they walked to the cashier to turn in her winnings and then continued on, keeping up their façade until they were inside their suite. The moment the door closed, Karina threw her arms around her father's neck laughing. After they spent some time eating a late dinner (early breakfast?) she thanked him for the best birthday ever before she kissed his cheek and went to her room.
After that they made up a new investor in her father's company under the legal alias Karina Stark. Debra Stark had accepted the position as her “niece's” attorney for board meetings and other legal issues.
When Mike asked her why she had still been crying, Karina’s face fell a bit. Debra Stark had called her and left a message with the news that her mother had filed for divorce.
At his puzzled look Karina explained. After receiving her mother's “threat,” she, Debra and her father had written up and signed paperwork that had done just that. Within two weeks of the incident, her mother's daughter disappeared and Karina Stark made her first “official” appearance. Her mother apparently couldn’t understand that a young woman could make her way on her brains instead of her looks. When her husband refused to help her hunt down “HIS” wayward daughter, she flipped out and filed the papers in an attempt to “protect” her daughters from their FATHER'S callousness.
Starting to cry again, she expressed her worry about what would happen to her younger sisters. The youngest had just turned 16 the month prior. Mike remembered smiling when he asked Karina if her mother knew that children 16 and older could choose which parent they wanted to stay with in the event of a divorce.
With a start that had her hiccuping, K had looked at him wide eyed and shook her head. He continued asking her questions, encouraging her to eat as he did. After an hour he felt it safe to assume that her father would be able to handle things and if her younger sisters had one shred of Karina’s common sense they’d choose their father.
The next day she came back in beaming and thanked him for caring. She began coming in at least twice a week for the last three months, slowly gaining until she reached her current size. When he jokingly asked her if she had plans to slow down, she just laughed and gave him a wink leaving him to wonder.
As Karina followed Bill over to the booth, she suppressed what little reservations she had. Everything was ready for the results of what she was about to do, she just hoped that her clothes fit when she was done.
Taking off her trench coat she stepped into the booth and arranged the yards of material that were draped around her. After she sat down, Bill adjusted the table in front of her. The latest in hover tech, it floated in front of her without any visible support and it would stay level no matter how much weight was placed on it, yet it could be raised and lowered with a touch in the right places. K also felt the bench adjust itself subtly to seat her comfortably. She gave Bill her order and watched his broad shoulders as he walked to the buffet to get it.
She remembered back to her first night at Lizz’z; it felt like a lifetime ago. After her talk with Mike she’d gone home and called her father. Part of her felt like the whole situation had been her fault and she needed to know what was going on. They’d talked for hours, both of them apologizing to each other at different times. When everything was straightened out, she felt a lot better and had gone back to Lizz’z to thank Mike for his time and to grab another meal.
Sitting there, she realized she hadn’t been totally honest with Mike or herself. She had been exercising to gain her mother's approval. Biting into a grilled ham’n cheese she realized she had denied herself the real enjoyment of eating without guilt for what it might do to her figure. Then and there she resolved to find her own size, no matter what it was. After all, she had enough money to buy what ever custom clothing she needed to if it came to that. She proceeded to eat more than she usually would in a day.
Bill setting half a dozen plates on the table brought her back to the present. Each of them was piled high with eggs, sausage, ham and bacon with rolls on the side. To drink there was a pitcher-size mug of and orange crème shake and another of the chocolate cream. Movement at the door drew her attention as a dozen girls varying in size from a little smaller than her to one more than twice her size came in. Several of them saw Bill standing by her and pointed. The resulting looks ranged from pouting to outright jealousy. But this she was prepared for.
Pulling Bill close she handed him a list and looked him in the eye. “I’ve written down what else I want and when. Keep bringing it in amounts like this and you can keep your groupies happy too,” she said, nodding toward the women at the door. Bill glanced over his shoulder and blushed. Karina couldn’t help herself and kissed his cheek while he was distracted. When he started she punched him lightly in the shoulder; she took her first forkful and told him to go on but don’t be late with her next course. As he walked towards the group she remembered the first day she noticed him.
About a month after she started her binging, she was sitting at her table studying when he caught her eye. Let's face it, a guy as tall as Bill was hard to miss. She kept eating as she watched him as he worked, with the occasional flirting with some of the female customers. Suddenly she reached down and her plate was empty. She was puzzled because she barely felt satisfied and she should have been almost stuffed. Confused, she looked at her watch. Seeing she had enough time she got up and got herself five times her usual dessert. Sitting back down, she began eating.
Time and again she kept finding her gaze shifting back to Bill, thinking how smoothly his muscles actuated his movements. Suddenly her plates were empty again and she didn’t feel any fuller than when she sat back down! Her belt told a different story, however, pinching her bloated belly. Reaching down to loosen the belt, she reflected it was lucky she’d gotten her pants several sizes too large. Glancing at her watch, she realized she needed to get going if she was going to make her next class. Getting up, she made her way to the door.
Looking back one last time, she watched as Bill bent down and fed a large piece of fudge to a large woman with an expectant look on her face. The woman took the whole piece of fudge and began chewing. Karina’s jaw dropped as the woman swelled before her eyes. In the time it took her to finish the fudge, her breasts went up two cup sizes and her hips looked like they went from about 44 inches to almost 50, stretching her pants until the seams started separating.
Shaking her head, K walked out and went to her class, her mind going over what she had seen. She wondered if it was real and if so what it meant to her.
Lizz'z Country Cafe
Part I - V
by Frankhw
Part I - V
by Frankhw
[Author's Note: My first try at posting a story. Let me know what you think.]
Part I
Karina (K or Kari to her friends) walked up to the register at Lizz’z Old Country Buffet and asked for Bill. Behind the register Mike raised his eyebrows when he saw that she’d laid down enough cash to reserve Bill as her server for five hours.
“Are you sure about this, K?” Mike asked.
“Yes, Mike, I’m sure,“ K said, laying down another ten. “I’ve got things ready at my place. I should have an hour to spare before Madam Lizz comes in for her evening meal, shouldn’t I? I wouldn't want to impinge on her time with her favorite server,” said K, with a wink.
Smiling, Mike answered her, “You should. Am I right in assuming you want a special booth?” he asked, referring to one of the booths that could be adjusted to accommodate different sizes of groups of people, both from the number of people and people of different heights and weights. You could be anywhere from 2 to 8 feet in height and from average weight and up(the upper limits had never been tested so no one knew what they were).
Seeing K’s nod he looked up to see Bill approaching from behind her. “Bill, take K to booth 7. You're going to be her server for the next 5 hours.” Mike couldn’t help but smile at the startled look on Bill's face at this.
Mike watched as Bill led K off to her booth, noticing her recently acquired curves showed even under the large trench coat she was wearing. She had to mass at least 100k (220 pounds) by now. Both Karina and Bill attended the campus nearby, Bill as an aspiring architect and K as a mechanical engineer. Both of them were good kids; Mike had met them at about the same time but separately.
Bill had come in to Lizz’z looking for work. Even though he had a full academic scholarship, it only paid his schooling and board, so if he wanted spending money he needed a job. Bill had also joked that working at an all you can eat buffet was the best place to see the really cute girls. In spite of himself, Mike had laughed in agreement; usually statements like that made him suspicious about a person but the way Bill said it (somehow shy, wistful and admiring all at once) had put him at ease and he hired him on the spot. He’d never had cause to regret it. At more than six and a half feet tall and with a strong athletic build, Bill could have been a player in any of the big four (baseball, basketball, football and soccer). With his curly brown hair, green eyes ( looks that would make Adonis green with envy) and a genuinely good-hearted, if somewhat reserved, personality, Bill had been attracting a growing number of female clientele to Lizz’z.
Karina was a somewhat different story; she was truly the poor little rich girl. When he’d first met her she was only about 55k (121 pounds). She’d come by late one night (Lizz’z was open 24 hours a day) with a tear-streaked face. After she placed her order, she grabbed two plates and piled one with pastas smothered in Lizz’z heaviest meat and cream sauces and the other in heavy custard desserts. To drink, she grabbed the largest glass of Lizz’z famous chocolate cream they had. He noticed that unlike other people that binged, K didn’t just tear in and start shoveling the food into her mouth. She took her time and savored each bite, chewing slowly before swallowing. Occasionally another tear would run down her cheek.
Unable to stand idly by, Mike had walked up and asked if she’d like to talk about it. Startled K had looked up with a haunted, fearful look in her eyes that was painful to see. Seeing the honest concern on his face (he’d been told on different occasions that talking to him was like talking to a caring older brother or a kind uncle) she’d almost collapsed in tears sobbing, “Why do some mothers have to be such cruel, clueless bitches?!”
He’d set a chair next to hers and she’d leaned into his shoulder, letting the tears flow. Slowly the story came out. Karina had gone home for break after earning her masters in engineering, before continuing for her doctorate. When she’d got there her mother had immediately started haranguing her about her weight gain (she'd put on all of three pounds in four years), saying there was no way she was going to make it in this world as a model if she refused to watch her figure.
This went on for days with her three sisters pitching in at different times, all of whom were the epitome of rich white trash bimbos. It all came to a head one day when the eldest, who was two years older (and who K knew was sleeping with no less than seven men), was stupid enough to take a swing at her and call K a sleazy whore. Karina just snapped. She had worked hard to make her own way in the world. She exercised to stay fit, not to maintain some artificial ideal of beauty; her sister hadn’t stood a chance. By the time K realized what she was doing, her sister was a bloody mess. Her nose, jaw, several ribs and one of her arms were all broken.
Even though she was terrified of what she had done, Karina had gone straight to her own lawyer, Debra Stark. After hearing her story, Debra had gotten her cleaned up and called the local police, who agreed to Debra keeping K in her “custody”.
The next morning Karina’s mother called Debra Stark, demanding that if Karina didn’t apologize to her sister she wouldn’t see a cent of her trust fund, and what was more, she would be disowned.
At this point of her story, Karina had thrown back her head and laughed. He had furrowed his brows in concern at the edge of hysteria in it. Seeing this, she calmed down a bit. After wiping her eyes and blowing her nose with a napkin she answered the question on his face. It turned out that Karina was very good at game theory and probability mapping. She hadn’t touched her trust fund in three years. As of her 21st birthday she’d been financially independent and her mother didn’t have a clue. Her father knew because she’d been outdoing his best analysis since she was fourteen.
In addition, for her eighteenth birthday he’d taken her to Monaco. He’d calculated that between salary and commissions she would have earned about one million dollars, give or take. Taking her to a casino, he handed her that amount in chips and set her loose. Two hours later she’d turned that one million into almost five just playing blackjack.
The head of the casino showed up and invited her to be the final contestant in a poker tournament, hoping to get some of the casino's money back. The entry fee was four mil, but she handed it over without blinking. With a wink to her father who was already seated at another table she took her place. They played well into the night. Karina and her father ended up being two of the last five players out of a field of one HUNDRED and twenty five. On the last hand, with all of the money on the table, her father bluffed the other players into folding, bringing it down to just the two of them. As she was first in order, she lay down her hand - 10, J, Q, K, A, all hearts. Her father then lay out his hand. 10, J, Q, K of spades and then the A…..of clubs.
Turning over his cards he picked up his drink and calmly saluted her. With a curtsy she stood and asked if the gentleman would be kind enough to escort her to her room. A twinkle in his eye finally breaking his poker face, her father stood and offered his arm. Together they walked to the cashier to turn in her winnings and then continued on, keeping up their façade until they were inside their suite. The moment the door closed, Karina threw her arms around her father's neck laughing. After they spent some time eating a late dinner (early breakfast?) she thanked him for the best birthday ever before she kissed his cheek and went to her room.
After that they made up a new investor in her father's company under the legal alias Karina Stark. Debra Stark had accepted the position as her “niece's” attorney for board meetings and other legal issues.
When Mike asked her why she had still been crying, Karina’s face fell a bit. Debra Stark had called her and left a message with the news that her mother had filed for divorce.
At his puzzled look Karina explained. After receiving her mother's “threat,” she, Debra and her father had written up and signed paperwork that had done just that. Within two weeks of the incident, her mother's daughter disappeared and Karina Stark made her first “official” appearance. Her mother apparently couldn’t understand that a young woman could make her way on her brains instead of her looks. When her husband refused to help her hunt down “HIS” wayward daughter, she flipped out and filed the papers in an attempt to “protect” her daughters from their FATHER'S callousness.
Starting to cry again, she expressed her worry about what would happen to her younger sisters. The youngest had just turned 16 the month prior. Mike remembered smiling when he asked Karina if her mother knew that children 16 and older could choose which parent they wanted to stay with in the event of a divorce.
With a start that had her hiccuping, K had looked at him wide eyed and shook her head. He continued asking her questions, encouraging her to eat as he did. After an hour he felt it safe to assume that her father would be able to handle things and if her younger sisters had one shred of Karina’s common sense they’d choose their father.
The next day she came back in beaming and thanked him for caring. She began coming in at least twice a week for the last three months, slowly gaining until she reached her current size. When he jokingly asked her if she had plans to slow down, she just laughed and gave him a wink leaving him to wonder.
As Karina followed Bill over to the booth, she suppressed what little reservations she had. Everything was ready for the results of what she was about to do, she just hoped that her clothes fit when she was done.
Taking off her trench coat she stepped into the booth and arranged the yards of material that were draped around her. After she sat down, Bill adjusted the table in front of her. The latest in hover tech, it floated in front of her without any visible support and it would stay level no matter how much weight was placed on it, yet it could be raised and lowered with a touch in the right places. K also felt the bench adjust itself subtly to seat her comfortably. She gave Bill her order and watched his broad shoulders as he walked to the buffet to get it.
She remembered back to her first night at Lizz’z; it felt like a lifetime ago. After her talk with Mike she’d gone home and called her father. Part of her felt like the whole situation had been her fault and she needed to know what was going on. They’d talked for hours, both of them apologizing to each other at different times. When everything was straightened out, she felt a lot better and had gone back to Lizz’z to thank Mike for his time and to grab another meal.
Sitting there, she realized she hadn’t been totally honest with Mike or herself. She had been exercising to gain her mother's approval. Biting into a grilled ham’n cheese she realized she had denied herself the real enjoyment of eating without guilt for what it might do to her figure. Then and there she resolved to find her own size, no matter what it was. After all, she had enough money to buy what ever custom clothing she needed to if it came to that. She proceeded to eat more than she usually would in a day.
Bill setting half a dozen plates on the table brought her back to the present. Each of them was piled high with eggs, sausage, ham and bacon with rolls on the side. To drink there was a pitcher-size mug of and orange crème shake and another of the chocolate cream. Movement at the door drew her attention as a dozen girls varying in size from a little smaller than her to one more than twice her size came in. Several of them saw Bill standing by her and pointed. The resulting looks ranged from pouting to outright jealousy. But this she was prepared for.
Pulling Bill close she handed him a list and looked him in the eye. “I’ve written down what else I want and when. Keep bringing it in amounts like this and you can keep your groupies happy too,” she said, nodding toward the women at the door. Bill glanced over his shoulder and blushed. Karina couldn’t help herself and kissed his cheek while he was distracted. When he started she punched him lightly in the shoulder; she took her first forkful and told him to go on but don’t be late with her next course. As he walked towards the group she remembered the first day she noticed him.
About a month after she started her binging, she was sitting at her table studying when he caught her eye. Let's face it, a guy as tall as Bill was hard to miss. She kept eating as she watched him as he worked, with the occasional flirting with some of the female customers. Suddenly she reached down and her plate was empty. She was puzzled because she barely felt satisfied and she should have been almost stuffed. Confused, she looked at her watch. Seeing she had enough time she got up and got herself five times her usual dessert. Sitting back down, she began eating.
Time and again she kept finding her gaze shifting back to Bill, thinking how smoothly his muscles actuated his movements. Suddenly her plates were empty again and she didn’t feel any fuller than when she sat back down! Her belt told a different story, however, pinching her bloated belly. Reaching down to loosen the belt, she reflected it was lucky she’d gotten her pants several sizes too large. Glancing at her watch, she realized she needed to get going if she was going to make her next class. Getting up, she made her way to the door.
Looking back one last time, she watched as Bill bent down and fed a large piece of fudge to a large woman with an expectant look on her face. The woman took the whole piece of fudge and began chewing. Karina’s jaw dropped as the woman swelled before her eyes. In the time it took her to finish the fudge, her breasts went up two cup sizes and her hips looked like they went from about 44 inches to almost 50, stretching her pants until the seams started separating.
Shaking her head, K walked out and went to her class, her mind going over what she had seen. She wondered if it was real and if so what it meant to her.
