~BBW, Magic Ray, ~XWG - Serial FA stalks the city with his magical ray. Apparently the suiperheroes are all out of town - or oogling BBWs at the buffet.
[Author's note: I wrote these rather short stories a few years ago, and someone just asked me to post them again. Enjoy!]
Part 1
Julie made the last turn from the street and her hellish day at work into her parking garage. With a few more turns she's be in her parking spot, and then her apartment to soak in the tub, and maybe have some wine. Maybe a lot of wine. After traveling up three flights of ramps she pulled into her spot and killed the engine. She hated the next part of her journey. At the late hours she returned from work there was never anyone in the darkened parking garage, but the echoes from the cement always made her think someone was following her. With a sigh she grabbed her purse and attache case and started to walk toward the elevator. She first needed to open the security door and was already getting her keys out of her purse. Then came those damned echoing footsteeps. They never failed to give her the willies. She was maybe 30 yards from the door, and with the echoes it sounded like there were at least 3 people walking, and walking faster now that Julie quickened her nervous pace. 'I'm not gonna run, I'm not gonna run' Julie repeated to herself like a mantra as she got closer. But as she neared the door, was maybe ten yards away, she broke her promise and started jogging as quickly as her pumps would allow. The echoes again quickened pace. In almost a state of panic she sprinted the last few feet to the door and began the task of fumbling the key into hole, a hole which seemed to dodge and weave in her nervous hand. The echoes had stopped, and she now took a deep breath to steady herself, then put the key into the lock and twisted it.
Suddenly the door swung open inward, yanking the knob free from her hand. She saw a dark cloaked form silhouted in the doorway for a split second before a bright light like a flashbulb went off in her face. Her heart, so recently calmed, was off to the races again as she fell backwards in surprise. She couldn't see anything, her eyes were still adjusting from the flash, but she thought she could smell something, some kind of fumes. She heard the echoing footsteps, but these were from a larger, heavier tread, wearing hard soled shoes or boots. The door slammed shut, and there was a brief snap of something metallic, then she distinctly heard her keyring drop. Her eyes were adjusting and the first thing she saw was her keyring on the floor. The dark form was nowhere to be found, though she could hear the echoing footsteps heading away from her. The fumes were going away also. She scrambled to the door on her knees, not bothering to get up just yet, and fumbled for her keys. She immediately saw her distinctive purple door key had been broken off, looking at the keyhole she saw the other half wedged into the lock. 'Damn it!' She muttered as she pulled herself to her feet, twisting the door. No luck, the knob wouldn't turn.
She had no choice, she'd have to walk down to the entrance and get the security guard. She wasn't sure who that was just now in the door, it may have been just an accident, but she certainly didn't want to have to walk all the way down. She agonized over it for a few moments, then took a deep breath and headed back towards her car. Her car would be a much safer option than walking. She got the car key ready as she began to walk briskly to her car, trying to ignore the echoing footsteps, while at the same time listen for an echo that wasn't hers. It was only after the first few steps that she realized her footsteps and echoes were deeper and louder, as if from a heavier footstep. Se stopped to listen again, even stamped her foot to be sure, no those were her steps. Her feet and ankles were also getting a bit sore, as if she'd been walking all day, when she was really at her desk on the phone for a solid eight hours. She knew something was wrong when her clothes began to tighten up on her. Rushing to a nearby car, and now stumbling as her balance was faltering, she saw her familiar face in the mirror, only it was widened, her cheeks puffier, her lips fuller. Her breasts were straining in her bra, and her hips pushing hard against her belt. 'What's happening to me?!' she screamed. 'I'm getting fat! Help me! Somebody!' As she screamed she could see herself in the reflection of the windshield, and even through the distorted image of herself she could tell she was getting fatter. Her clothes were becoming unbearably tight. In desperation she began to tear and fumble at them with her fat hands. First she tried to unbutton them, then she just teared at them in her haste to get them off so she could breathe easily. First her blouse and bra, then she whipped off her belt and began pulling down her pants. Her pants were pulled tight like spandex on her and it was incredibly difficult to get them off of her doughy thighs. The best she could manage was to pull them off of one leg, before she fell to the floor, unable to carry her own weight. She slumped against the car, and it leaned heavily to one side, as her panities dug into her, and up her newly lenghtened ass crack. She was in misery for the next few minutes, trying in vain to dig out her panties, as they wedged themselves further and further into her. Finally there was a muffled snap as the elastic broke, and she was able to pull the broken undergarment out of her fleshy folds. She could now catch glimses of herself in the car across from where she lay, and it ocurred to her that this was because she was becoming so fat that she was actually swelling into view. Her arms had become so heavy they were nearly useless, her breasts so wide and massive they flopped over to either side, and grew wider and heavier still. Her stomach kept rising, and she could feel her neck lose mobility as chins piled on top of chins. She was in no discomfort now, even the cold garage floor had warmed with her mass resting on it, and she felt deliciously tired. Despite the panic and outrage she had felt so recently she found her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. With one last look at her swelling body she fell asleep and began snoring heavily.
Footsteps began echoing again, towards the sleeping giantess. She had stopped getting fat now, and when the dark cloaked figure approached, she was peacefully asleep, as after a Thanksgiving meal. The figure smiled behind the gasmask, and raised a camera to take another picture, this was the 'After' shot, and far more beautiful than the 'Before' shot taken as Julie had opened the door. The figure estimated that she weighed more than 700 pounds now, her weight gain had stopped shortly after she fell asleep. When she awoke in the morning the world would see the first of many 'Afters', and none would be so pitifully small and dainty as this first one.
[Author's note: I wrote these rather short stories a few years ago, and someone just asked me to post them again. Enjoy!]
The Mad Fattener
by JP
by JP
Part 1
Julie made the last turn from the street and her hellish day at work into her parking garage. With a few more turns she's be in her parking spot, and then her apartment to soak in the tub, and maybe have some wine. Maybe a lot of wine. After traveling up three flights of ramps she pulled into her spot and killed the engine. She hated the next part of her journey. At the late hours she returned from work there was never anyone in the darkened parking garage, but the echoes from the cement always made her think someone was following her. With a sigh she grabbed her purse and attache case and started to walk toward the elevator. She first needed to open the security door and was already getting her keys out of her purse. Then came those damned echoing footsteeps. They never failed to give her the willies. She was maybe 30 yards from the door, and with the echoes it sounded like there were at least 3 people walking, and walking faster now that Julie quickened her nervous pace. 'I'm not gonna run, I'm not gonna run' Julie repeated to herself like a mantra as she got closer. But as she neared the door, was maybe ten yards away, she broke her promise and started jogging as quickly as her pumps would allow. The echoes again quickened pace. In almost a state of panic she sprinted the last few feet to the door and began the task of fumbling the key into hole, a hole which seemed to dodge and weave in her nervous hand. The echoes had stopped, and she now took a deep breath to steady herself, then put the key into the lock and twisted it.
Suddenly the door swung open inward, yanking the knob free from her hand. She saw a dark cloaked form silhouted in the doorway for a split second before a bright light like a flashbulb went off in her face. Her heart, so recently calmed, was off to the races again as she fell backwards in surprise. She couldn't see anything, her eyes were still adjusting from the flash, but she thought she could smell something, some kind of fumes. She heard the echoing footsteps, but these were from a larger, heavier tread, wearing hard soled shoes or boots. The door slammed shut, and there was a brief snap of something metallic, then she distinctly heard her keyring drop. Her eyes were adjusting and the first thing she saw was her keyring on the floor. The dark form was nowhere to be found, though she could hear the echoing footsteps heading away from her. The fumes were going away also. She scrambled to the door on her knees, not bothering to get up just yet, and fumbled for her keys. She immediately saw her distinctive purple door key had been broken off, looking at the keyhole she saw the other half wedged into the lock. 'Damn it!' She muttered as she pulled herself to her feet, twisting the door. No luck, the knob wouldn't turn.
She had no choice, she'd have to walk down to the entrance and get the security guard. She wasn't sure who that was just now in the door, it may have been just an accident, but she certainly didn't want to have to walk all the way down. She agonized over it for a few moments, then took a deep breath and headed back towards her car. Her car would be a much safer option than walking. She got the car key ready as she began to walk briskly to her car, trying to ignore the echoing footsteps, while at the same time listen for an echo that wasn't hers. It was only after the first few steps that she realized her footsteps and echoes were deeper and louder, as if from a heavier footstep. Se stopped to listen again, even stamped her foot to be sure, no those were her steps. Her feet and ankles were also getting a bit sore, as if she'd been walking all day, when she was really at her desk on the phone for a solid eight hours. She knew something was wrong when her clothes began to tighten up on her. Rushing to a nearby car, and now stumbling as her balance was faltering, she saw her familiar face in the mirror, only it was widened, her cheeks puffier, her lips fuller. Her breasts were straining in her bra, and her hips pushing hard against her belt. 'What's happening to me?!' she screamed. 'I'm getting fat! Help me! Somebody!' As she screamed she could see herself in the reflection of the windshield, and even through the distorted image of herself she could tell she was getting fatter. Her clothes were becoming unbearably tight. In desperation she began to tear and fumble at them with her fat hands. First she tried to unbutton them, then she just teared at them in her haste to get them off so she could breathe easily. First her blouse and bra, then she whipped off her belt and began pulling down her pants. Her pants were pulled tight like spandex on her and it was incredibly difficult to get them off of her doughy thighs. The best she could manage was to pull them off of one leg, before she fell to the floor, unable to carry her own weight. She slumped against the car, and it leaned heavily to one side, as her panities dug into her, and up her newly lenghtened ass crack. She was in misery for the next few minutes, trying in vain to dig out her panties, as they wedged themselves further and further into her. Finally there was a muffled snap as the elastic broke, and she was able to pull the broken undergarment out of her fleshy folds. She could now catch glimses of herself in the car across from where she lay, and it ocurred to her that this was because she was becoming so fat that she was actually swelling into view. Her arms had become so heavy they were nearly useless, her breasts so wide and massive they flopped over to either side, and grew wider and heavier still. Her stomach kept rising, and she could feel her neck lose mobility as chins piled on top of chins. She was in no discomfort now, even the cold garage floor had warmed with her mass resting on it, and she felt deliciously tired. Despite the panic and outrage she had felt so recently she found her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. With one last look at her swelling body she fell asleep and began snoring heavily.
Footsteps began echoing again, towards the sleeping giantess. She had stopped getting fat now, and when the dark cloaked figure approached, she was peacefully asleep, as after a Thanksgiving meal. The figure smiled behind the gasmask, and raised a camera to take another picture, this was the 'After' shot, and far more beautiful than the 'Before' shot taken as Julie had opened the door. The figure estimated that she weighed more than 700 pounds now, her weight gain had stopped shortly after she fell asleep. When she awoke in the morning the world would see the first of many 'Afters', and none would be so pitifully small and dainty as this first one.
