STRANDED By Matt L. & Her Revenge

[Matt L.]

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Brooke had made something of a success for herself as housewife and mother. Certain things that she once enjoyed like shopping at fancy boutiques and lounging around spiffy country clubs took backseat to washing clothes, cooking and cleaning. Females her age wouldn’t be that interested in domestic protocol but Brooke put her heart into it.

Brooke specifically wore the matronly style housedress for grocery shopping since it was a comfortable fit. The brown and yellow hue a little discolored, the material contouring to the roundness of Brooke’s figure. The only sore spot concerning the dress was that it showed off Brooke’s upper arms that had become big and spongy. Brooke just chucked it off as no big deal since she was planning another diet.

Noisily chewing a wad of gum, Brooke waddled down the aisles loading up her shopping cart with various types of food. It was at the frozen food section that Brooke met up with her friend Amber Trench, and she warmly smiled prior to chatting away like teenagers.

Just like Brooke who had drastically piled on the pounds since first arriving in Huntsville, Amber was basically plump at around 145-pounds, her weight steadily escalating since then, eventually becoming a 300-something pound butterball.

Amber’s dark brown hair was twisted into a sloppy looking ponytail, a trace of makeup over her face that was still relatively charming despite her indisputable chubby features while her well-insulated figure was decked out in a flamboyant multicolored sweatshirt and black spandex slacks.

“Gonna be at the laundry shed tomorrow?” Brooke happily inquired.
“You know it!” Amber replied in a bubbly tone.
“Cool! Kim is bringing a pasta dish and Fawn is making corn bread”, said Brooke, “I wuz thinking about bringing sum potato salad.”
Amber smiled, “Hmmm, I could bring some hot dogs!”

The laundry shed was the main place where the ladies privately socialized twice a week, sharing recipes and gossip, and entertaining their appetites.

After a few minutes of bullshitting, Brooke politely excused herself, “Wish I could chat with ya longer, hon, but ol Alice Crabtree is waiting fer me in the car.”

Amber’s bulging belly quivered while she scratched it, “I surprised Vance didn’t drive ya here or Sue.”

“Well Vance is, you know, battling aliens with Ken, damn he sure does fancy that new game”, Brooke giggled, “And Suzy been keeping busy looking after muh sister, she hardly does any-thin fer Gretel anymore.”

Amber leaned up against the display case. “Yeah, that’s right; Alice was making the rounds picking up rent the other day.”
Amber then beamed a quirky smile, “Last time I saw Sue wuz when she was leaving Moe’s with her fella, I swear she was looking plum thicker in her thighs.”

“You do say”, Brooke snickered.

Amber grabbed a package of cupcakes from out of her shopping cart, tearing the plastic covering with her teeth. “Yup!”

Amber handed Brooke a cupcake, nibbling in unison as Amber spilled the dirt.

“She wuz wearing corduroy pants with a flannel blouse hanging downward, I’m not saying her thighs were like huge but definitely bigger.”
“Huh-uh”, Brooke elatedly buzzed, “Think maybe she wuz disguising her belly with the shirt tails hanging out?”

Amber spoke as she chewed, “That makes sense.”

Brooke held her hands to her spongy waist, melodiously chiming, “I’d love to see little ol Suzy fatten up like the rest of us. That would be so cool!”

“Yeah that be fantastic and then sum”, said Amber, “maybe we should ask her to join us when we do laundry?”

Brooke held her hand to her spongy waist, “Well I got the feeling Suzy will be joining us in due time!”

The friends laughed out loud before breaking company.

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Sue was over at Gretel’s cottage bringing the gypsy up to speed on Rhonda while enjoying a modest helping of chicken pot pie with a glass of buttermilk.

“Louise is lazier than anybody got a right too”, Sue told Gretel as she paused from her meal, “Stays in bed sometimes until 4 o’clock and wears the same clothes for days at the time.”

Gretel took special note on Sue’s appearance. The young hillbilly’s blond hair looked less than spectacular hanging downward, the sides tucked behind her ears. Her features less defined and with a few pimples over her forehead. The metallic blue T-shirt looked somewhat snug while her blue jeans did indeed expose a little pouch upon her tummy.

Gretel surmised that Sue was at least ten pounds heavier and furthermore amused that the slender blond was oblivious to the upsurge in her appetite. “Sue’s going to be wobbling around in a larger dress size in another month or so”, Gretel thought to herself, “The stimulant I added into the buttermilk will make sure of it.”

“I do most all the cleaning and looking after her baby, I cook all the meals too”, Said Sue as she resumed eating.

“You doing a fine bit of business, Sue”, Gretel smiled, “I really appreciate it.”

Sue enjoyed a forkful of the pie, “Beverly stopped by for a few minutes yesterday, have you seen her lately? She’s getting totally big.”

“Ah, that’s what I want to hear”, Gretel noted with a humorous tone, “You think she’s pregnant yet?”

“Can’t say one way or the other”, Sue replied, “But she’s still working at the resort while shacking up with her man. I overheard Bev while talking with Rhonda, Bev got a couple of lovers over at the resort and she’s aiming to get knocked up.”

“She say anything else while talking with Louise?” Gretel inquired.

Sue took a swig of buttermilk, the sweet flavor in which Sue found very intoxicating, “Um, just that Bev asked Louise to go shopping with her at the flea market. I told Louise that she needed your permission first.”

Gretel grabbed the pitcher and refilled Sue’s glass, “Louise still harping about Charles at all?”

Sue nodded, “Yup, sure does. She’s giving me a headache about that. Louise claims Charles was the best guy there ever wuz that she courted and breaking them up was a deed done nasty.”

Gretel let loose a mild giggle, “Shit, that guy was a no account hoodlum if there ever was one. There is plenty of redneck boys who’d be willing to roll in the hay with Louise if given the chance. And if I know Louise, she’ll be using her charms like any typical bimbo fer her own wilds in due. Give her a chance, she prove me right even when she gets bigger and fatter.”

“Oh, Louise is going to get fatter!” Sue screeched, “She can really eat!”

Gretel’s expression twisted in thought, “Maybe letting her loose at the flea market won’t be a bad idea. Get her mind off Charles and maybe latch onto another man.”

“Then I be telling her you said okay”, Sue goofily smiled before gobbling up another bite of pie.

Once Sue had finished the chicken pot pie, Gretel left her chair and removed the plate.
“What about a slice of chocolate cake with a little bit of ice cream?”
Sue didn’t have to think it over and agreed. “Sure Gretel, why not.”

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A short while later Sue arrived back at the trailer where she roomed with Rhonda.
The trailer was literally in the same condition as just about every mobile home in the vicinity of Huntsville. Terrible plumbing, shoddy fixtures and used furniture.

If that wasn’t enough and although Sue did clean up from time to time, it was usually a mess.
Dirty dishes in the sink and everywhere else imaginable, empty beer & soft drink cans tossed around, and various other items like candy wrappers littering the residence.

Sue lit a cigarette and then made tracks to Rhonda’s room.
Stripped of her elegance Rhonda was still in bed, half-naked and listening to country music on the radio. Rhonda’s rumpled auburn hair incredibly greasy, affixed to the sides of her chubby face while her blue colored T-shirt and granny style undergarments revealed her girth in aces.
Rhonda was indeed heavier with this pregnancy than the previous, the trash surrounding her bed detailing the culprit. Plates, dishes, empty cake boxes and ice cream cartons.

Rhonda had become a slob.

“Saw yer auntie, she says you kin go shopping with Bev if it pleases you”, Sue informed Rhonda.

Rhonda yawned before replying, “That be fine, Suzy. I hope you won’t mind looking after Tyler.”

Sue picked up an empty cola can in which she dispensed her smoke, “Well I had a talk with that girl who lives down a way sum to be babysitting. She does it regular fer other folks, this way it frees up my time for other stuff.”

Rhonda’s mattress squeaked as she repositioned her beefy body, “I guess that be alright. You have a hankering fer some-thin to eat?”

Sue beamed a wide smile, “Hungry now are we?”

Casting her pretty eyes upon the extremely hefty Rhonda, Sue blithely chuckled, “Sure, I’ll go cook you up something especially yummy. Just stay in bed and relax, I’ll fetch it fer ya.”

Rhonda nodded, “Appreciate it, Suzy.”

Sue made a stop by Tyler’s room to check on the baby and then hightailed it into the kitchen where she began preparing Rhonda her meal.

“Yup, I’ll have Louise be big as a blimp in no time, even after having that new brat she’ll be humongous!” Sue pondered in thought.

However, the mechanics of Sue’s mind, as conditioned by Gretel, initiated her own appetite and even though she just had a meal by Gretel’s, made enough for the both of them.

Sausages, hash browns, corn beef hash and microwave burritos on the menu.

Sue unfasten the snaps of her jeans while cooking, the pulpy pouch that had infested her once flat stomach poking outward. In a peculiar paradox Sue wasn’t the least bit uneasy about putting on a few extra pounds, almost as if it didn’t matter.

The females shared their lunch together, Rhonda eating in bed, Sue pulling up a folding chair, sitting besides her.


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The girl’s name was Kayla, Kayla Lee too be sure. Sue purposely hired Kayla to look after baby Tyler for Rhonda and herself when both of them were up to no good.

Spunky and rather rambunctious, Kayla had recently turned 18 years of age. Her shiny black hair was long and straight, agreeing with her delicate features while her figure was legitimately slender.

It was early in the afternoon when introductions were made and Rhonda had not a qualm about the young redneck chick looking after Tyler.

Kayla was seated on one of the many lawn chairs that the females used as furniture in their trailer, smoking a cigarette, engaged in some frivolous banter with Rhonda while she sluggishly got ready for her flea market excursion with La Beverly.

By this point Rhonda was absolutely round, big on top, her hefty boobs in sync with her enormous pregnant belly and bulbous posterior. The red and black checkered maternity gown had an unabashed rustic flavor, a marginally comfortable fit, flowing down to her swollen ankles, plastic flip-flops for footwear.

Kayla silently watched Rhonda fiddling with her coarse auburn locks, seemingly frustrated and unsure in whatever hairstyle looked best.

“You know what”, Kayla spoke up, “If you put your hair in pigtails, it’ll give you a youthful look.”

Rhonda scrunched her nose, “Huh?”

Kayla put out her smoke and left her chair, causally approaching Rhonda with a wide smile, “You have some rubber bands, I’ll give ya a hand.”

“There ya go”, Kayla buzzed after setting Rhonda’s hair into low riding pigtails, “Now you look like a real country girl.”

Rhonda twisted her body toward the mirror, “I don’t look half-bad, wish my face didn’t look so fat though.”

“What ya expect”, Kayla smiled, “You be pregnant, you’ll lose weight after the baby is born.”

“You think so?” Rhonda replied anticipating a positive response.

“Sure do”, Kayla perkily uttered. “Now let’s add some makeup and then you’ll be all set.”

Kayla gestured to the bed and Rhonda obediently parked her roomy duff without question.
Kayla went to work with Rhonda’s face, manufacturing an immature yet still tawdry quality to Rhonda’s well-fed features.

Rhonda hadn’t much time to inspect Kayla’s handiwork, though from her impish grin Kayla could tell it pleased her, when Sue barged into the room.

“You ready yet?” Sue crankily inquired.

Rhonda steered her eyes at Sue who appeared somewhat disheveled.
“Yeah, I oblige the ride to Roswell’s place.”

Sue’s blond mane was combed back in a casual fashion, not a trace of cosmetics upon her face while her attire consisted of flowing cowgirl style blouse and scruffy looking blue jeans.

“You ain’t going out with yer fella?” Rhonda asked.

Sue stood with a hand to her hip, “Nope, change of plans. We be getting together Saturday instead, so I might as well catch up with the laundry.”

Rhonda politely invited Sue to join her and Bev at the flea market but Sue declined, “I get my clothes over at Mamma’s and at a discount but I’m obliged that you asked.”

Soon enough Sue drove Rhonda out to Roswell’s apartment to meet up with Bev and then on to the laundry shed.

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Rhonda’s gait had definitely slowed, her wide hips swaying in step with her quivering large caboose.
Bev greeted Rhonda with a friendly embrace, “Glad to see ya honey. I’ll go get Roswell, he be driving us out to the flea market.”

Beverly’s long black mane was in long braids that journeyed down her back and her chubbier face had erased the crisp structure of her chiseled features, producing the facial appearance of a cute but not especially alluring young woman. Bev wasn’t the least embarrassed about the weight she put on, showing off her voluptuous figure in a bright orange colored belly shit and tight brown parachute slacks. Her ears decorated with long funky looking earrings and she sported a navel ring while tattoos of African symbols were featured over her shoulder and forearms.

Once Bev returned with the car keys, she took a moment to look Rhonda over, “Well damn, girl, you look like you be pregnant!”

Rhonda grasped the sides of her belly and nasally sighed, “Yeah, you is right. I got big all fast too!”

Bev circled Rhonda, gazing over her absolute roundness, “Shucks honey, you dressed up like one of those rednecks, you could still look hotter than shit!”

“Well very few things fit me now!” Rhonda giggled, “But y’know, I stand on losing as much fat as I kin once the baby gets here.”

Bev’s protruding belly jiggled as she strutted to the car, “Just remember lots of guys like their women with some junk in the trunk so don’t lose too much.”

Being a heavy woman was still a difficult adjustment for Rhonda and though she intended to lose at least some weight, at this point in Rhonda’s life, similar too Brooke, she realized that the possibilities of ever slimming back down too what she approximately weighed while living in the big city was a pointless endeavor.

Rhonda walked a few steps behind Bev, “Yup, I know what you mean!”

Once in the car Bev started the engine, turning to Rhonda with a whimsical grin, “Yeah Lou, we be making sum honey at da flea market, just you wait and see!”


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Sue ambled toward the laundry shed carrying a basket full of clothes, her eyes settling upon the lawn table that was fully packed with food.

“Now girl, you be welcome to join us!” Brooke sung out at the tops of her lungs, “Less auntie’s helper is too important to hangout with us poor welfare chicks!”

An outlandish grin took to Sue’s pretty face and she moseyed on over to Brooke and her friends.

All were in attendance, Kim, Amber, Annie, and Fawn, causally if not scantily clad, making the best of the afternoon while washing clothes and filling their bellies.

Brooke’s appearance corresponding with her friends; her brown mane needing a comb while her pregnant figure was attired in a washed out purple colored spaghetti string T-shirt and grungy gray sweatpants.

Sue adjusted the basket over her hip, “I might be inclined to join you all, the food smells good.”

Annie hobbled over to Sue, her brown hair in curlers, her overly well-nourished figure in a red bikini top and neon blue spandex shorts.
“Help ya self”, Annie smiled while gnawing on a chicken leg, “There’s plenty.”

“I should set a load first”, Sue replied.
Brooke reached over and grabbed the basket, “I’ll get ya started, Suzy. Go make yer-self a plate.”

“Thank ya kindly”, Sue sweetly warbled as she slowly ambled to the table.

“Glad you could join us!” Fawn chimed, dressed in a polka dot tube top and yellow skirt.

Amber agreed, clad in faded blue overalls over a pink T-shirt, “Yeah, it’s totally cool.”

Sue began piling her paper plate with a variety of food then took a seat next to Kim who was dressed in a black T-shirt and matching spandex slacks.

Kim acknowledged Sue with a goofy grin, “I made the pasta, have as much as you like.”

Sue began nibbling on a piece of fried chicken, “Oh I’ll get to it.”

Brooke returned within a few minutes, cordially addressing Sue while she fixing herself up another plate of food, “What’s my sister up too these days? You ought of brought her with.”

Sue paused from her meal, “Well she be with that Bev, gone shopping fer clothes at the flea market over near the old drive in movie theater.”

Annie giggled, “Since when is Mamma’s not good enough fer her?”

Sue spoke between bites of macaroni salad, “Shit, I don’t know. But anyway, like Louise is getting fatter and lazier in this pregnancy than the other.”

Sue’s remark brought a conceited smile to Brooke’s pretty face, “Oh yeah, how fat is she getting?”

“Damn, the girl’s a cow!” Sue unrelentingly chimed.

The conversation continued, Sue as with the other females eating to excess.
For Brooke and the other females overindulging in food wasn’t especially abnormal but for Sue, she was clearly obliviously to how much she was eating. However, Brooke and the others took noticed.

The discussion changed streams, several times in fact, the females going over such things as cleaning mildew and what male TV actor was the sexiest, and the new bartender at Moe’s Bowling Alley. And Sue continued gobbling plate after plate of their homemade hillbilly cuisine.

Ultimately Brooke and Annie momentarily broke company to put some wet clothes into the dryer.
Once away from the pack, the females began to gossip about Sue.

“Damn, I never knew that skinny minx had such an appetite”, said Annie with a catty grin, “Give it sum time and she’ll be as chubby as the rest of us.”

“Yup, yeah”, Brooke answered back with a delightful snicker, “Oink -oink, Suzy. Keep on eating.”

Annie turned on the dryer, resuming her attention to Brooke, “Thing is, I don’t think she has a clue on how much she’s eating,”

Brooke flexed her eyebrows in thought, “I declare you be right bout that. Too bad we are almost out of food; I’d love to see her eat her weight!”

Annie’s lips twisted into a weird grin, “Well, I tell ya what; I’ll make a big deal about forgetting some-thin at home and ask Fawn to drive me back to my trailer. I’ll bring back whatever I have.”

“Sounds cool by me!” Brooke chirped. “What kin you bring?”

Annie held her hands to her spacious hips, her butterball belly pointing outward, “Well I got some pudding packs and potato chips. Maybe I kin see if Fawn might have something to add?”

Brooke giggled, “Sure thing, Annie. I’d love to see Suzy turn into a fat heifer.”

Annie scornfully smirked, “I never liked how Suzy shows off her figure and pretends to be better than us, acting like she’s a tread off a different carpet….”

Brooke anxiously interrupted Annie, “Tell me about it, she has made so many stupid comments about my weight, she deserves too get fat.”

The scheme already cemented, Brooke and Annie returned to their friends where Annie asked Fawn for a ride back to her trailer. While Annie was with Fawn on a food run, Kim with Amber purposely handled Sue’s wash, Brooke’s business was to keep her so-called ‘Cousin Sue’ occupied with idle chatter.

“The nights are so beautiful here, it’s no wonder why the folks round here cotton to late evening barbecues”, Brooke serenely shared the sentiment with Sue, “Maybe I’z have one real soon.”

Sue unsnapped her jeans, bestowing her puffy tummy some breathing room, subsequently gnawing on a thick piece of corn bread as she replied, “I be glad to take ya shopping fer the fixings.”
Sue’s voice reeked of fatigued, obviously drained the eating and her eyes looked positively drenched with lethargy.

“We’ll all pitch in and share, like always but I suppose you kin take me to the grocery store if it pleases ya”, Brooke smiled.

Sue gobbled up a mouthful of cornbread, “It would please me just fine, I seldom do shit fer Gretel no more except watching out fer Louise.”
“Yup, Alice Crabtree been helping me out a lot, and running all kinds of errands fer auntie, seems she is given yo a special type of chore looking after muh sister and nephew.”

Sue felt terrible about losing her privileged rank with Gretel and wasn’t shy about admitting it.
“I got on Gretel’s bad side but hopefully things will get squared between us before too long.”

Brooke tapped her bulging belly, an ambiguous smirk puffing up her chubby cheeks to ridiculous proportions, “Yeah, but in the meantime you kin just enjoy yer-self with us girls.”

Sue shook her head, “Well, I never had a gander to do such but since you’re all so hospitable, I say why the heck not!”

Off too the side stood Kim, hand latched upon her enormous belly as she sucked down a bottle of Bison’s Best Beer. Kim’s gentle brown eyes met up with Brooke, her double chin widening as she humorously chirped, “A shame you’re knocked up, would offer ya one_.”

A rouge twinkle emerged from Kim’s eyes as she turned to Sue, “_What bout you, Suzy, ready for another?”

Sue elevated her chin and rolled her tongue over her lips, “Why not, I need something to wash down this cornbread.”

Brooke waddled over to the cooler, her voice brimming with excitement, “Hell yeah! After all it’s a party!”

Brooke brought the beer over to Sue, cracking open the can before handing it to her, Amber subsequently slipping another slice of corn bread into Sue’s other hand.

“We’re not gonna worry bout our figures today!” Amber giggled, “Ain’t that right, Suzy.”

“Damn straight”, Sue commented to the positive, enjoying a quick gulp of the beer before chomping down on the cornbread.

Forty minutes later Annie and Fawn returned carrying an armful of treats, most of which Fawn had found in back of her cupboard in addition to stopping off at Annie’s trailer for some junk food.

Annie walked besides Fawn who was lugging a large glass cooking bowl that she quickly placed on the table. Brooke, Amber and Sue left their chairs and leaned over the table eyeing the bountiful mixture of snacks and especially the large bowl.

Annie removed the cloth covering the bowl, allowing the girl friends to view her offering.

“This is my favorite dessert!” Annie grinned, “Apple crumble with caramel toffee topping.”

All the women started to tuck into the food, Brooke and Annie making sure that Sue obtained a surplus amount of the dessert.

Sue at one point chuckled, “Slow down, I can’t eat all this”, although she did in fact consume a noteworthy amount, along with more beer and chocolate.

The females engaged in cheerful banter as they fed their bellies, keeping a sharp eye on Sue who they favored with more beer and snacks.

Within an hour Sue was obviously intoxicated, and completely stuffed, sighing out loud as she handed Kim her empty bowl, “That’s it’s fer me, can’t handle another bite.”

Sue eased back in her chair and folded her hands over her bloated belly, closing her eyes for just a minute.

The women glanced at each other and then over at Sue, she was a sight to behold.

Sue’s inflated tummy pressed so hard against her jeans that it accentuated the swelling, the women noticing a smidgen of fleshy tissue squeezing out from the waistband.

Fawn couldn’t resist teasing Sue and she gleefully pointed out, “Looks like yer getting a little bit of a potbelly on ya Suzy!”

Fawn’s comment caused Sue to open her eyes, though basically squinting and with a wacky grin announced, “Naw, this be gone by morning!” A syrupy grin upon Sue’s face as she added while patting her gut, “It always is.”

“I ain’t so sure”, chirped Brooke, “You ain’t so young no more and pounds have a habit_.”
Brooke paused to allow a giggle before continuing, “_to hang around whenz you get older.”

“That’s right, Suzy!” Amber laughed out loud, the other females chuckling along.

Sue surveyed the posse of friends, a wily smile forming over her lips, “Well one thing is fer sure, I ain’t never gonna be as fat as you all.”

Sue’s crude remark would have normally signaled the end of such a gathering but they had bigger ideas and collectively let the comment pass.

Annie quickly jumped into the conversation, “I reckon you might be right”, she said, “Anyway, let’s stop bickering. Here Sue, you finish off the rest of the dessert as guest of honor!”

With that Annie ladled what was left of the rich dessert into Sue’s bowl.

Sue glanced into her bowl which was once more full, “Oh, I don’t think I can manage that”, and puffed up her cheeks as she exhaled.

“Nonsense!” Brooke giggled as she handed Sue another beer to go along with the dessert, “You can’t let this yummy treat go to waste.”

Brooke pushed the bowl closer to Sue, “Go on, you deserve it.”

Sue’s expression switched gears from uncertainty to fervor, pitching her can of beer over to Kim, Sue cradled the bowl over her lap and dug into the sugary snack.

The friends eagerly watched as Sue ardently cleared the bowl of its contents.

Sue eased back into her chair, Kim handing her back the beer as she removed the bowl from Sue’s lap.

“Drink up, Suzy!” Annie roared out loud, “We’ll make a member out of ya yet!”

Sue was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness with the mixture of alcohol and heavy calorific food.

Sue guzzled away the beer then tossed the empty can behind her before closing her eyes.

Within seconds Sue had passed out,

“She’s out cold”, Fawn snickered.

Annie slowly approached Sue and examined their work.
Sue’s tummy was round and dense, straining the confines of her ragged blue jeans.
Annie reached over and rubbed Sue’s belly, “This is a nice start, full and plump, give it some time and you’ll have a belly that rivals ours.”

“Yup, no mo strutting around showing off your skinny body”, said Fawn.

Annie turned to her friends, “Do you girls want to see the damage?”

The friends glimpsed each other over, wayward grins plastered upon their faces, Sue’s crude remark about never getting as fat as them still fresh in their collective memories.

“Shit, I’m game!” Amber flagrantly chimed.
“Ditto!” Said Kim, the others likewise in agreement.

Annie cautiously gazed over at Sue too make sure she was still out cold, then quickly unbuttoned Sue’s blouse and unsnapped the jeans. Sue hardly moved at all, settled in her chair, eyes closed, mouth opened, a stream of drool leaving her lips.

Plenty of gasps and giggles filled the afternoon air as the friends gazed down at Sue’s body.

Sue’s moderately slender physique was nowhere to be seen; instead the gals were favored to the bloated body of a woman prone to overindulging and of a sedentary lifestyle. Her soft round tummy puffing outward from her jeans.

“Wow!” Fawn chuckled, “Ol Suzy really gone to pot!”

“She sure has!” Brooke agreed, thoroughly delighted at sight of Sue’s paunchy belly.

Kim stepped in closer, her blubbery cheeks inflating with her smile, “She’s turning into a chubby bunny but I stand to think it ain’t all our doing.”

Fawn took a double-take, swinging her face into Kim’s direction, “What ya mean?”

“Well”, Kim stated in a humorous tone as she reached over and delicately pinched the squishy roll that lingered over Sue’s hip, “our Suzy’s getting a nice thick set of love-handles on her.”
Kim continued as she ran her fingers over plumpest portion of Sue’s belly, “That means she’s been getting chubby fer a while now.”
Sue’s tummy mildly jiggled as Kim released her fingers.

“I knew it!” Brooke exclaimed with more than a touch of cheerfulness in her voice, “I thought she was looking plum curvier.”

“Me too!” Fawn chimed in.

Brooke fastened her hands to her hips and screeched in unbridled enthusiasm, “Hot damn! Must be coz she’s rooming with muh sister that Suzy has picked up her habits.”

Annie shook her head, “Makes sense.” Annie subsequently patted Sue’s distended belly and giggled, “Who’s gonna be the fatty then!”

The friends all laughed in unison.

Fawn sipped her beer then furthered scrutinized Sue’s appearance, “Her thighs are bigger too.”

“And you know what else!” Amber giddily brought it to her friends attention, “When Suzy gets heavy, I mean really reaches full-size, she’s gonna have a fat face, you know. A very fat face.”

“I think you’re right”, Said Kim, “Her face is already sort of round; just think what it’ll look like with another fifty pounds.”

“You really think she’ll gain that much?” Fawn snickered.

“I only wish”, Brooke introduced her opinion, “But have it my way and ol Suzy will be jum-normous!”

“Yeah, she’ll be standing in line at Mamma’s like the rest of us”, Kim addressed her friends, “No more sexy underwear fer her, I hope her man can cotton to Sue in granny style skivvies.”

“Imagine when she get’s pregnant”, Amber chuckled, “Whoa….”

Again the friends all laughed together.

The laughter faded and as the females continued with their cute yet catty remarks, Annie went into her purse and withdrew the small - one time for use camera - and began taking snapshots of Sue.

“What the heck ya do’in?”, asked Brooke.

Annie smiled back at her friend, “Well my guy admitted to me the other day that he had a thing for our little Suzy here, so I thought I’d give him a memento for the occasion.”

Fawn sarcastically peeped, “Nothing looks sexier than an unconscious hillbilly gal with her gut hanging out and drool on her face!”

Annie giggled, “I wonder if he’d be so keen on her when she’s not able to fit into those skinny girl clothes!”


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[Matt L.]

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Rhonda and La Beverly were reckless with their feminine charms as they aimlessly roamed the flea market, purchasing very little in wardrobe while voraciously snacking on burritos and tacos at a makeshift Mexican food stand.

“I’z knows you be missing Charles some-thin awful, Lou”, Bev evocatively told Rhonda, “So you might be hankering to party with sum other guys to get yo mind off him.”

Rhonda clutched her bulbous belly and heaved a lengthy sigh, “You knows I is fat and pregnant.”

Bev splashed herself with the cheap perfume that she tore out of her big gaudy looking purse, splashing a bit on Rhonda as she spoke, “Well that be fine coz a whole lot of da brothers like their womin thick.”

“Damn girl, I be mo than thick!, Rhonda squeaked.

Bev’s tubby tummy bounced in motion as she giggled, “Shit, sugar. Don’t be acting like those skinny white chicks who have be dieting all the time and complain when they put on a pound. I have no quarrel bout muh size, you oughtn’t either, ya hear.”

The females continued walking through the expansion flea market which once was a drive in movie theater, Bev buzzing out loud, “I’m not asking ya to look fer a husband, just some guy who’ll show you sum attention.”

Rhonda couldn’t deny that she did miss being with a man and having sex. “Been on my mind, Bev, I do feel awfully neglected.”

“I thought so, Lou!” Bev giggled.

Rhonda squinted at Bev, “But what about Roswell? I thought you and Roswell have an understanding, you know? Ain’t ya like, a couple?”

Bev stopped in her tracks, “What Roswell don’t know won’t hurt him. Anyhow, I aim to please my urges with mo than one guy.”

It was then Bev’s vision latched onto an improvised little stand with a couple of ghetto looking guys selling T-shirts.

Bev’s doughy double chin widened with her smirk, “Those boys there look yummy, I aim to rectify muh urges this minute.”

Bev aggressively strutted toward the young men, Rhonda wobbling a few steps behind.

Somewhere in their upper twenties, the guys were both overweight and attired in flamboyant colored jerseys and shorts.

“What sup, ladies!” the tallest of pair enthusiastically shouted.

Bev held one hand to her hip, silently eyeing the prospective suitors.

The guys congenially introduced themselves then went through a sales pitch especially geared for the females.

“I’m Roger and this is Wade, we’z got T-shirts that will make ya look so hot n’ sweet!”

Bev crinkled her nose, “Your T-shirts are nice but what we’re looking fer is some weed.”

“You pretty ladies aim to party?” said Wade with a wide smile.
Bev kept her cool, “We might be if we meet the proper guys.”

“We might have some stuff”, Roger flirtatiously replied, “What do we get fer supplying ya with it?”

Bev inched herself closer to Roger, “That’s all up to you, baby. Treat us right and just about anything can happen.”

“And, your friend”, Wade glimpsed over at Rhonda as he spoke, “Why she so quiet?”

Bev motioned over to Rhonda, “She’s totally cool, just a bit quiet until things get moving.”

“That right?” Wade asked Rhonda.

It took Rhonda a minute to get into rhythm but given the circumstances, her white trash personality broke through.

“Shit, honey”, Rhonda smiled, “I’m all rear n’ fer fun!”

Wade wasn’t the least bit discreet as he looked Rhonda up and down, “You got a name pretty lady?”

Rhonda, although pregnant, did her best too shift her wide thick body into a seductive position, “I’m Louise, this is be Bev.”

Wade waved Roger over and the young man whispered among themselves.

In the meantime Bev strutted over to Rhonda and snickered, “Damn girl, glad to see you found your funk. You ready to party or what?”

Rhonda clumsily rotated her hips, “Damn straight girl friend!”
Soon enough the young men hobbled back to the females.

“Think y’all could meet us in about an hour behind that old abandon?” asked Roger.

Bev shook her head, “We be there.”


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The old building was in fact a former concession stand back when Huntsville had a drive in movie theater. Boarded up, the dilapidated building was covered with graffiti, tall weeds covering most of the landscape.

Talk was at a minimal as the foursome smoked a little dope and drank some Boons Farm Country Wine before necking.

Wade was heavier than what Rhonda appreciated in a man but the old saying ‘any port in a storm’ took vital significance; she obtained the physical affection she desperately needed.

Bev had snuck around to the other side of the building with Roger, leaving Rhonda alone with Wade.
Rhonda was quite surprise at Wade’s proficiency, the young man, at least 2 decades her junior, meticulously if not tactfully exerted his prowess in sensual activity.


Wade maneuvered his fingers over Rhonda’s spongy waist, their intermingling lips in wild ardor.
Rhonda’s hand roaming freely over Wade’s enormous gut, sporadically grabbing of its pudge which she delicately squeezed.

The minutes flew by and a noticeably disheveled looking Bev with Roger walking a few steps behind, interrupted Rhonda and Wade’s amorous fun.

“We get going now, honey!” said Bev, “I got Roger’s number so we kin hook up again.”

Rhonda pulled herself away from Wade, wiping the drool off her lips as she spoke, “So soon? We just got started.”

“Well I don’t want Roswell to get bent out of shape if I’m away too long, hear!” Bev replied in a strict tone.

Roger slowly climbed to his feet then aided Rhonda upward.

“I sure hope I can see ya again”, Roger smiled.

Rhonda tilted her head, bringing her arms over the length of Roger’s shoulders, “Me too. Be real nice getting together when I ain’t pregnant too.”

“You’re pregnant!” Roger roared in shock, “I thought you were just fat!”

Rhonda flung her hands to her hips, “What ya think, I ain’t usually this big. Plan on losing a whole bunch of these baby pounds after giving birth so I might just surprise ya next time we meet.”


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[Matt L.]

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`It had been a full week since Sue, who was becoming lazier by the day, hired Kayla Lee to look after Rhonda’s baby Tyler as well as cleaning their trailer. Needless to say news travels fast in Huntsville, and once Alice Crabtree caught wind of this, she naturally brought it to Gretel’s attention.`

Gretel was at the diner snacking on a corn beef sandwich and reading an old copy of The Readers Digest when Kayla approached the eccentric gypsy woman.

“Alice said you wanted to see me, Miss Gretel”, said Kayla with just enough old fashion politeness to impress Gretel.

Gretel removed her eyes from the periodical and gazed upon the young beauty attired in a skimpy halter top and shorts.
“Take a seat, darling. I need to have a chat with you that just might prove very beneficial.”

Kayla immediately pulled out a chair and took a seat directly in front of Gretel, “Yes ma’am.”

“Care fer something? My treat”, Gretel smiled.

“A cola would be nice, thank ya kindly”, said Kayla returning the smile.

Gretel waved Danielle over, and the once slim now chubbier waitress promptly took the order.
Once Kayla had her drink, and Danielle left the scene to wait on other customers, Gretel began the conversation.

“So you’re looking after muh niece and her baby, they paying you properly?”

Kayla was charming and to the point, “I guess, I look after a few families, babysitting and what not but Sue’s trailer is the messiest that I’ve encountered.”


Gretel enjoyed a bite of her sandwich and washed it down with some coffee before going into the details.

“You’re a real pretty thing and from what I’ve heard, quite ambitious. Well I’m in need of a new assistant and you fit the bill, how would you like to work exclusive for me?”

Kayla flexed her eyebrows, “No kidding? You want me to work for you? I though Sue helped you round town? At least that’s what I thought.”

Gretel elevated her chin and brashly smiled, “Indeed, Kayla. Sue was a big help but with her hands full looking after Louise, I desperately need somebody to fill her rank. Alice did a fine bit business but she is busy with being the deputy pubic safety officer and I don’t want to overload her.”

Kayla didn’t need to think it over and cheerfully agreed, “Yes ma’am, if you want me to work for you, I’ll do it. What exactly are my chores?”

Gretel melodiously chirped, “Fer the time being you’ll be checking up on my tenants and picking up the rent. After a while other things once I’ve learned I can trust you.”

Kayla sipped her cola, and then drew her body closer to Gretel. Kayla’s expression corresponded to the courage in her voice, “I heard the rumors about you, and whether or not they be true you can trust me.”

Gretel’s eyes met Kayla’s and within a few seconds, the old crone answered with a peculiar grin.
“Yes, I believe I kin trust you. You’ll keep a keen eye on Louise and especially Sue. Take over all the chores; don’t let them lift a finger at all. Cook fer them, do the wash, mind the baby.”

“I can do that”, Kayla answered without hesitation.”

Gretel nodded, “Your pay will be based on your progress, the more you help me, the more you’ll make. However for practical purposes I’ll fork over a hundred dollars to you a week plus you’ll have free meals at the diner whenever you like and a discount at Mamma’s for clothes.”

Kayla shook her head, “That’s fine and dandy, Miss Gretel. When do I start?”

“You have a way of transportation?” Gretel inquired.

“I usually use my momma’s car when I need too”, said Kayla.

Gretel half-smiled, “That’s fine, sweetie. Early tomorrow stop off at the grocery store and pick up plenty of sweets and junk food, whatever you can, tell the clerk to put it on my tab. Before shuffling on over to Sue and Louise, stop by my cottage, I have a few things that I’ve made especially fer them along with some buttermilk. Think you can do that?”

“Sure can, Miss Gretel”, Kayla shook her head. “Anything else?”

Gretel tilted her head, “Nothing immediately but it might be a sound idea to drive out to the trailer parks and shacks over the next few days and introduce yourself to my tenants. Tell them that you’re taking over for Sue and that you’re now my liaison.”

“Sounds fine”, Kayla practically blushed.

……. …….. ……. …………..

Brooke had just placed Chuck into his crib for a nap and then wobbled into the living room for the confines of the sofa.

Brooke momentarily gazed over her feet and tapped her belly, “Barefoot and pregnant, who’d think.”

“Say something, sweetie?” Vance asked as he handed Brooke a box of chocolates.

Brooke instantaneously popped a chocolate morsel into her mouth, replying as she chewed, “I wuz just pondering out loud bout my circumstances, that’s all.”

Brooke’s round figure clad in a flimsy second-hand housedress was of a matronly style, the green hue thoroughly faded.

Vance slipped his husky body beside Brooke as she continued speaking while nibbling, “I ain’t yet 25 years old and I have one baby already and another on the way. Never thought I’d be like this.”

Vance brought his arm around Brooke’s shoulder, making use of his other hand in massaging Brooke’s pregnant belly, “You in another of your moods?”

Brooke’s double chin inflated as she gnawed on the chocolates, while in fact she did feel somewhat disillusioned concerning various aspects in her life, she realized that if there was any place in the world where she could be fat and pregnant that Huntsville was definitely it.

Brooke peeped a goofy giggle, “Naw darling, shit no.”

Brooke gleefully put a positive spin to her predicament, “All my old friends are worrying bout their figures right now, unsure about what to wear and what guy will be taking them out. Me, I’m happy to be with a real winner of a man who doesn’t give a hoot about my weight, fusses over me and makes me feel beautiful.”

Vance nodded with a wide smile, using the remote to turn on the NASCAR program, “Cool, tubby! I’m glad you coming round.”

Brooke stuffed two morsels into her mouth at once, her eyes contentedly focused on the TV.

Brooke had developed a fondness for NASCAR as well as developing other interests that back in Manhattan wouldn’t have made much sense.
Cooking, cleaning, B-Movies, and country music.

“What ya want fer dinner tonight?” Brooke inquired during a commercial break.

“I’ll take care of that, Beulah”, Vance stated with pride, “You worked so hard cleaning today, you deserve a break, so I’m going to make us some grilled cheese sandwiches with hash brown taters.”

“I wish they had cheese ice cream!” Brooke giggled.

Vance likewise giggled as he replied, “Me too!”

The rest of the evening was basically uneventful. Brooke and Vance watching TV the entire evening while they stuffed themselves silly on a variety of food.


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The next day Kayla did as Gretel ordered and finally reached Rhonda’s and Sue’s trailer just before noon.

Kayla helped Rhonda with Tyler, feeding the baby and giving him a bath.

“A little soap and water wouldn’t hurt you none either”, Kayla told Rhonda as the senior member of the household would tell a subordinate.

Rhonda answered back with a puzzled expression, “Since when yo so worried bout muh hygienically?”

“Since Miss Gretel put me in charge looking after you and your kin”, Kayla venomously smiled, “And stay out of my way while I clean up this place. By the way, is your roommate up yet? I want to start breakfast.”

“Ain’t heard her stirring about, so I guess not”, Rhonda passively replied.

Kayla nodded, “I’ll see about Suzy, why not put Tyler in his playpen and relax on the sofa while I get Sue up and then fix breakfast.”

Kayla made a beeline into the kitchen and removed the pitcher of buttermilk that she had picked up from Gretel’s. Noticing that every glass available was dirty and in the sink, Kayla washed one out before pouring the buttermilk into it. Kayla then advanced to Sue’s room where she quietly opened the door and discovered Sue sound asleep.

Sue’s blond locks were obviously tousled and she had failed to wash off the caked on makeup from the previous night’s partying at Moe’s.

Kayla inched closer to the slumbering Sue and surveyed her plumper then usual body still clothed in her black T-shirt and grungy jeans.

Sue’s features looked less define, her cheekbones no longer owning their chiseled appearance and she was developing an authentic second chin. A tiny roll snuck out over the waistband and her tummy seemed rounder with a negligible bulge as the upper portion of her thighs had somewhat increased in width.

“Looks like little Suzy’s getting some chub”, Kayla half-smiled in thought, “She won’t be acting like she’s hot shit no more if she keeps growing.”

Kayla latched her fingers onto Sue’s ankle and gently shook it, “Hey goldie locks, time to get up.”

After a moment Sue cracked opened an eye, “Don’t bother me, my head hurts and my tummy feels yucky.”

Kayla walked over to the other side of the bed where Sue was facing, “I have what’ll help ails you right here little darling.”

“Get me up in an hour, I need sleep”, Sue tersely grumbled.

Kayla stood with a hand over her hip, “I’m about ready to start breakfast, honey. So drink this and you’ll feel a whole lot better.”

Something went off in Sue’s mind, an awareness she couldn’t explain but eating seemed the logical thing to do.

“Breakfast!” Sue lips curving into a funky grin, “I could stand something to nibble on.”

“Well start with this”, Kayla said while handing Sue the glass.

Sue’s breasts swayed while she maneuvered her body into a seated position and she noisily gulped down the entire glass.

“Breakfast be ready in a jiffy, so pull yourself out of bed and wait in the front room”, Kayla announced with a silly smirk.

“Give me a minute to get my barring and I’ll be with ya”, Sue replied, “What ya making anyway?”

Sue causally mentioned as she walked out of the room, “Fried chicken and ham hocks, with mashed potatoes, Gretel’s own recipe.”

……. ……… ………. ……….

“You look a wreck, you must have had a lot of fun last night”, Rhonda giggled as Sue took a seat beside her on the sofa.

Sue swung her face toward Rhonda who was clad in a simple oversize blouse and granny style underwear. “Yeah, I don’t know if it wuz the bourbon or the vodka but I’m feeling my oats.”

Rhonda cradled her swollen belly, “Once this baby gets born, we’ll go out and I’ll show ya how a woman holds her liquor.”

Sue was about to respond when Kayla sashayed into the living room with another glass of buttermilk and a jumbo size bag of potato chips.

“You gals munch on these until I finish breakfast”, Kayla informed the ladies, “And here’s another glass of milk to quell your upset tummy.”

Rhonda crankily took Kayla to task, “What about me? Don’t I get any milk?”

Kayla was instructed by Gretel to supply Sue with the milk and since she was unaware of the special serum mixed in that would amplify her appetite, coolly agreed.

“Sure, that’s not a bad idea given the fact yer pregnant, be right back.”

Within a few minutes Kayla brought Rhonda a glass of the sweet tasting buttermilk and then left the room to continue making breakfast while the females eagerly pounced on the potato chips.

The breakfast seemed more like a lunch given the fact that Kayla was preparing friend chicken and ham hocks that Gretel had already cooked. All but the mashed potatoes that was heavily drenched in sour cream, butter and bacon bits.

Kayla was taken by surprise once breakfast was served and the females hoggishly devoured the food. “Such piggies”, Kayla cattily determined as she dainty nibbled on a chicken leg with just a modest portion of potatoes. “No wonder Sue’s gaining weight, her appetite is unreal. She be Louise’s size in a matter of months!”

Sue was utterly oblivious to the amount of food she was putting away and the sloppy manner in which she ate. However, the meal was not only beyond delicious but eating seemed to make her feel quite good.

Rhonda on the other hand had no qualms about her appetite or the messy manner in which she fed. The once prim and proper socialite was now an inexcusable overeater.

“Going out with yer man tonight?” Rhonda asked Sue as she gnawed on a chicken thigh.

Sue, who was chewing with her mouth open, giggled, “Yup, round midnight. We be staying in though, gonna make some lov’n.”

Kayla had her orders from Gretel and diligently set them in place.

“Then Suzy girl, why not take a nap until lunch to nurse that hangover, you too could use some extra rest Louise. I’ll mind the baby while cleaning up round here.”

“That don’t sound half bad”, Sue remarked, then filled her plate with ham hocks.
“I don’t feel all myself…” The remainder of Sue’s sentence clearly inaudible by the surplus of food she placed in her mouth, “and, hhkki . Oood …okay…”

Rhonda’s chubby features became distorted with her grin as she gobbled up a spoonful of potatoes, “I’ll lay around and watch TV if that alright with you….”

“Just as long as you be quiet and don’t fuss about nothing”, Kayla answered back.

“Sure!” Rhonda replied.

Kayla eased herself out of her chair, “Then if that be the case, I’ll fix you a nice snack while you watch your shows.”

Kayla took a step back, a crooked smile upon her cute face as she watched the ladies gluttonously finishing their meal.


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[Matt L.]

PART NINE

It had been almost a year since Rhonda and Brooke had given birth to their babies.
Rhonda named her daughter Opal while Brooke picked Melanie for her daughter.
Manhattan and their once luxuriant lifestyle now seemed farther away, practically a ridiculous illusion that occasionally kept their minds occupied whenever the actuality of their contemporary status became too difficult to handle.


……. ….. …….. …….

Brooke was in relaxing in the backyard with Joliet drinking warm beer while Vance and Ken were inside the trailer playing video games.

“Wish I had sum weed”, Brooke half-smiled, trying to remain settled in the wobbly lawn chair that leaned to one side.

Joliet commented after taking a swig of beer, “You don’t mean that. Not that I don’t blame ya, could use a joint myself but you’re on a diet. You know better than me how smoking pot infuriates your appetite.”

Brooke shrugged her shoulders, subsequently brushing her fingertips over the roundness of her big inflated belly.

Brooke had lost some baby weight, 46-pounds to be exact but her weight fluctuated with every failing diet. Definitely apple shaped, Brooke currently weighed 262-pounds, her new goal was to get down to 175-pounds.

Her breasts were bigger although spongier, the additional fat causing them to dip a degree lower, and her posterior as well as her thighs were caked in a cocoon of mushy flab.
Clothed in a tawny colored spandex tube top and daisy duke shorts, it appeared that Brooke had no qualms in showing off her fuller figure but in truth she purposely dressed in this fashion to appease Vance who admired her podgy girth.

It was the chubbiness of Brooke’s pretty features that concerned her the most. Her brown hair in a raggedly pageboy hairstyle that drifted no farther than her jaw line accentuated the circler shape of her face, her cheeks tremendously bloated and her second chin thicker than ever before.
Brooke recognized the docile quality to her facial appearance, more like a mature housewife than a fun-loving 20-something year old woman. Brooke’s face had become unambiguously fat.

“Yeah, I reckon you make sense”, Brooke uttered with an uncomplicated expression.
“It’s just between the housework and looking after the babies, I could use something to unwind.”

“Since when ain’t beer good enough?” Joliet answered back before taking another swig.

Brooke rubbed her face, “I know.”

Like a seasoned bar broad, Brooke guzzled the rest of her beer and then opened up another can in lighting speed. “I’d like to look nice, ya know, when I go back to work at the diner, so it’s like, important fer me to lose mo weight.”

“You’re going back to work?” Joliet asked, “Ain’t ya getting more in public aid and food stamps?”

Brooke nodded, “Yup but auntie’s putting us up in a bigger trailer next week and like, Vance only works so often, the rent be higher and we got other bills.”

Brooke paused to sip her beer and then continued, “It’ll only be a couple of days a week so I’ll still have time to do muh chores and stuff.”

Joliet politely commended Brooke, adding that she could count on her if she ever needed a babysitter. Brooke thanked Joliet for the support and then mentioned that Gretel’s new assistant Kayla usually took on the role of babysitter whenever the duty was warranted.

“But you know”, Brooke announced with a wacky grin, “Sum time in the future, maybe we kin have a girls night out. Since having Melanie I rarely leave the trailer except fer going to the market or hanging out once in a while at the laundry shack. What ya think?”

Joliet giggled, “Wouldn’t mind it at all!”

Brooke abruptly changed streams, snickering a little as she smirked, “I’ve got the hankering to get another tattoo. Something outrageous too.”

“You talked to Vance about this?” Joliet inquired.

Brooke sipped her beer, “Yup and he’s on board except he thinks it should be on my butt but I really want something to show off, so I was thinking something on my boobs.”

“More power to you girlfriend”, Joliet chirped, “When you going to do it!”

“Well Sue took me when I got the marijuana leaf on my backside, but I hardly see her anymore so maybe when Vance I go to the carnival I’ll get it done there.”

Joliet silently nodded while Brooke added, “Yup, I’ll look totally sweet!”


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Rhonda was likewise in the same condition as Brooke. Physically and socially.

Rhonda’s auburn mane flowed over her shoulders; rarely combed it was usually in a tousled mess.
Her face wasn’t nearly as chubby as Brooke’s but it was indeed fuller with plump cheeks and doughy double chin. Now an authentic slob, Rhonda’s eating habits were atrocious and it reeked habit on her figure as depicted by the stained matronly style housedress that tightly clung to her hefty body.
Rhonda’s weight didn’t vary in the same manner as did Brooke’s. Although losing nearly 50-pounds since giving birth, the pounds returned, and Rhonda’s weight accelerated to 279-pounds.
Most of the poundage landing up in Rhonda’s thighs and ass but she did developed quite a big belly and her hips drastically expanded.

Her babies taking a nap, Rhonda was sprawled over the sofa gnawing on microwave burritos when her roommate Suzy ambled into the trailer.

As the months passed Sue’s life took a few turns that she never expected.

* Sue had put on roughly 55-pounds, putting her at a very soft 190-pounds. Her charming features hardly diminished but the added weight puffed up her cheeks and supplied her with a negligible double chin while her figure had ripen with an ample potbelly, swollen derriere and chunky thighs.

* Basically removed from Gretel’s service and without any visible means of support, Sue was given the task of cleaning up the motel’s cottages for the sum of $150.00’s a week plus lodging at the trailer that she shared with Rhonda.

* Sue’s boyfriend dumped her due to the weight she put on as well as her insane eating habits.
Gretel saw this as an advantage since she’d be more willing to shack up with whatever hillbilly would shower her with attention. Effectively becoming pregnant and another breeder to supplement Gretel’s income.

The females cordially acknowledged each other before Sue slipped into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a gallon carton of ice cream.

“I hope youse ain’t gonna eat all of it”, Rhonda lazily droned in her hillbilly voice that seemed acutely natural given her trailer trash environment. “I was hoping to have the ice cream fer dinner.”

Sue’s blond mane was in a short ponytail, her bangs sweeping her forehead. The black colored housekeeping uniform was unjustifiably tight, exhibiting her plump gut and spacious posterior.

“Didn’t Kayla go shopping yet?” said Sue as she lowered her well-fed figure unto the sofa.

“Nope”, Rhonda replied between bites of her burrito, chewing with her mouth opened as she continued, “It’s Thursday, Kayla don’t bring us groceries until Saturday.”

Sue gazed into Rhonda’s direction, “Show how much you know, today’s Saturday.”

“No shit!” Rhonda screeched.

Sue took a hearty bite of the ice cream, digging her soupspoon back into the carton, she retrieved another bite, “I ain’t gonna eat the whole thing, you’re welcome to have what I don’t finish.”

Rhonda shook her head, “That’s fine, Suzy. Thanks.”

In the time spent sharing the trailer a true bond of friendship had developed between the females, matter of fact Rhonda felt closer to Sue than to Brooke who oddly enough was rarely mentioned at all.

“You got plans fer tonight?” Rhonda asked.

Sue nodded, “Sure do, Lou. Gonna hook up with sum of my friends and we’re going out to Moe’s. You welcome to come.”

Rhonda didn’t need to think it over, “I’m going to have to give ya a rain check, honey, coz Kayla needs 24-hours noticed fer babysitting. But I’ll surely square it fer next week.”

Sue gobbled up a mouthful of ice cream, then handed Rhonda the carton with her spoon, “Sounds like a plan. I’m going to take a nap before I have to git ready.”

Rhonda firmly held unto the spoon as she sloppily indulged in the ice cream.
“Yup, you do that, sugar.”

Sue clumsily forced her plump body upward and wobbled into her bedroom while Rhonda greedily consumed what was left of the ice cream.

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Sure enough Kayla dropped by a half-hour later with groceries. The first load, 4 bags in all she dropped off on the sofa, lugging in another 9 bags in four trips to her car.

“Alright, this should hold you two for a while”, a sugary smile over Kayla’s beautiful face.

“Well I guess”, Rhonda casually replied as enjoyed another spoonful of ice cream.

Kayla looked quite nice, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her svelte figure in a pink colored tube top and brand new though of a generic variety blue jeans.

“Your tab at that market comes down to $267.00 but ol Gretel says she’ll settle up with ya when rents due.”

“Shit, I’m glad I’z getting mo from public aid or else I need to find me some work!”, Rhonda laughed.

Kayla replied with a stale smirk, “Well Lou, working ain’t anything you need worrying about but I could use some help putting the groceries away.”

It took Rhonda almost a full minute to remove herself off the sofa, the cushions so worn out that the material was not only ripped but caved in at the exact spot where Rhonda was lounging.

In the kitchen Rhonda helped put away the groceries, though hardly as quick or sufficient as Kayla.

“If you don’t have plans for tonight could you watch the babies while I go to Moe’s with Suzy?” Rhonda asked between sips of milk that she drank directly out of the carton.

Kayla stood with her hand over her hip, “Not tonight, Louise. I have a date with Billy Bob Shyrocks, anyway, you know I need 24-hour notice.”

Rhonda scratched her tummy, “Yes’um, I understand all that. What about next Saturday night?”

Kayla slowly nodded, “I don’t see why not. You really ought to go out every once in a while and let down your hair if you know what I mean.” Kayla then winked at Rhonda.

Kayla was on board with Gretel’s scheme; the old gypsy wanted Rhonda knocked up again as soon as possible.

“Now you go back to the sofa and relax while I prepare a quick meal for you and Suzy, ya hear!” Kayla giggled as she waved toward the living room.

“Nothing too fattening, alright”, Rhonda awkwardly grinned, “I’m still trying to lose some of this weight.”

Just like Brooke, Rhonda conceded to the fact that she would never be reasonably slender again but still wanted to lose weight and get down to within 150-pounds.

Kayla politely, and strategically, put an upbeat spin to Rhonda’s concerns about her figure.
“I understand, Louise. You feel out of sorts because you’re carrying some extra weight but I’ll tell ya this, very few honky-tonk specials are as beautiful as you.”

“Really?” Rhonda curiously grinned.

Kayla laid it on thick, “Well sure. If you want to lose sum weight, then I’m on your side but you look plum gorgeous no matter how much you weigh.”

Rhonda shrilled in laughter, practically blushing as she thanked Kayla for the compliment.
“But I’d still like to be able to wear sexier clothes by next year….”

Kayla knew that Rhonda’s ambition in weight loss was pointless; she was thoroughly conditioned in overeating and was an authentic hog. However, Kayla wasn’t going to tell Rhonda that.

“Well, lose all the weight you kin, but don’t be worrying bout your looks none!” Kayla persuasively told Rhonda. “You’re hot.”

Once Rhonda retreated to the living room, Kayla went to work on a making a nice dinner for the roommates to share; fried spam, beans and mashed potatoes. And, Kayla made sure to add Gretel’s special - appetite enhancing - serum into the pitcher of buttermilk.


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It was around midnight and Rhonda bored with TV and neither Sue or Kayla around to keep her company, decided to step outside for a breath of night air.

Rhonda stood on the makeshift little deck that extended outward from her trailer’s door and lit up a cigarette, her ears picking up the unmistakable sound of voices in the distance.
Squinting toward the winding road Rhonda’s eyes captured the shadowy figures of two young males walking down the road. Rhonda could make them out better as they drew closer to her dilapidated mobile home.

They were in their early twenties, the hint of facial hair on their fair features, their hair needing a trim, their clothes shabby at best. Sipping beer, one of them guardedly hanging unto a paper bag.

Rhonda left the deck and approached the young hooligans as they strolled by her place.

“Ain’t it a little after curfew?” Rhonda humorously addressed the guys.

They stopped in tracks, permitting Rhonda to catch up with them.

“We’re both of age that curfew doesn’t count”, one of the guys told Rhonda.

Rhonda shook her head, eyeing the beers in their hands and the paper bag, “You know it ain’t proper not to invite a lady for a drink.”

“Find me a lady and I’ll give her a beer”, The other guy said with a funky grin.

Rhonda held her hand to her hips, “You’re a smart aleck, I like that.”

Rhonda took a long drag and then tossed away the cigarette, “You all coming from a party or what?”

“Just hanging out, drinking a little, it’s a boring night.”

Rhonda looked them both up and down, a peculiar grin to her lips, “Well I’m bored too. Why not join me and we kin be bored together.”

The guys stood in silence, the faces rendering looks of confusion and apprehension.

“I’m Louise, I could really use a beer”

Finally the thinner of the males broke his silence although his voice cracked with nervousness, “I’m Fletcher and this is Joey.”

Rhonda gazed over at Joey, “You work at the diner don’t ‘cha?”

Joey nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

Rhonda reached over and planted her hand over Joey’s shoulder, “That ma’am shit don’t jive here, it’s Louise. Now what about a beer?”

“Go a head, give the lady a beer”, Fletcher told Joey.

Joey went into the bag and handed Rhonda a beer.

Rhonda cracked the can opened and took a swig, “Like I said, you’re welcome to hang out with me if you like.”

The young men looked each other over, Joey answering with an uncomfortable timbre in his voice, “Well, it’s late and I think we’ll just pack it in for the night.”

Rhonda nodded, repositioning her stance in a manner that flaunted her boobs, “Things could get interesting but if you’d rather go home, I won’t fault ya none. Thanks fer the beer, boys.”

Fletcher glimpsed Rhonda’s knockers, “You’re welcome, Louise. Maybe sum other time.”

Rhonda took a step back, “Well, I’ll be up late so if you change your mind, just drop by. I have some alcohol in case you wanna party more.”

“No, no”, Joey modestly grinned, “That’s cool but like, I’m about all tuckered out.”

Rhonda waved goodnight in a girlie-girl fashion and then advanced to her trailer, the guys subsequently shuffling down the road.

……. ……. ……. …….

It wasn’t an hour later when Fletcher made his way back over by Rhonda.

Rhonda gently eased Fletcher out of her doorway and informed him while standing on the deck, “My babies are asleep, why not meet me in back and I’ll bring us some beers.”

Fletcher did as he was instructed and soon met up with Rhonda in her backyard.

As Rhonda handed Fletcher his beer, he needed to ask, “You have no man around?”

Rhonda parked her plump ass onto a lawn chair, sipping beer as she filled Fletcher with the details.
“Nope, seems the things is I’m a single mom. I hope knowing this won’t spoil our fun.”

Fletcher took a swig, “No, ma’am. Why should it?”

Rhonda removed a cigarette which Fletcher promptly lit for her, “Such a gentleman. What about you? You have a girlfriend?”

“Well”, Fletcher stated to rattle off in a firm - pseudo macho voice, “yeah but all of them busy tonight.”

Rhonda engaged in another swig of beer, then brought her eyes to his, “I don’t expect much but don’t bullshit me.” Rhonda’s tone was bubbly but straightforward, “Do you really have a girlfriend?”

“I chat with this girl I met on line, she lives in Canada, I guess you could call her a girlfriend.”

Rhonda took a drag from her smoke, “You ain’t very experienced, are you?”

Fletcher’s posture deflated and he turned his face away from Rhonda, “No ma’am. If you want the truth, I’ve never been very lucky with the opposite sex.”

Rhonda shook her head, surveying Fletcher’s appearance from top to bottom.

Fletcher’s mop of hair was scraggily, a reddish-blond hue, his features were pleasant but not exactly good looking and his thin body clad in a black T-shirt depicting the Iron Maiden emblem and grungy blue jeans, looked undernourished.

“Don’t call me ma’am”, Rhonda roguishly peeped, “I suspect your idea of the perfect woman comes from the nudie magazines you look at and from porn you find on the net.”

Fletcher reeled back his head, “Shit! How would you know that!”

Rhonda giggled, “Coz you’re young and naïve.”

Rhonda proceeded to move closer to Fletcher, “But you came back here, thinking coz I’m fat I’m easy.”

“Listen lady”, Fletcher’s voice cracked, “I just wuz hoping to grab a beer and some company.”

“Damn it, you’re a bad liar”, Rhonda rowdily giggled, “But if you want to fuck me let’s put the talk on hold and get moving.”

Fletcher trembled a little, “You’re not joking?”

Rhonda dropped her cigarette, guzzled her beer and then shot up to her feet.

“You up to it?” Rhonda inquired.

Fletcher nodded, then sucked down his brew.

Rhonda moved in, embracing Fletcher, his body merging with her fat. A long sloppy kiss, Rhonda delicately massaging Fletcher’s crotch, although the young man stood frozen in his spot.

Wrapping her arm around Fletcher’s waist, Rhonda slid open the screen door with her other hand, “I hope in the sack you’re more lively, honey. Don’t let me do all the work.”

“I never done it be…before..”, Fletcher screeched.

“No shit”, Rhonda humorously replied as she escorted Fletcher into her trailer.

“Don’t mind the mess, I haven’t had the urge to clean”, Rhonda manically stated as if the filthy condition of her trailer wasn‘t imperative.

Fletcher kept his thoughts to himself concerning the untidiness of the trailer, Rhonda pausing in the kitchen too grab a couple cans of beer and quickly gobbling up a bite of pie.

“I’m surprised your friend didn’t tag along”, Rhonda smiled then sarcastically warbled, “I suppose he’s spending time with one of his make believe girlfriends.”

Fletcher nodded, completely amazed on how fast Rhonda devoured the slice of pie, “Joe’s a nice guy but like me, he’s kind of lonely too. He does have a huge crush on this waitress at the diner through…”

Rhonda interrupted Fletcher, “Not Brooke.”

“Whose Brooke?”, Fletcher replied, “Joey’s fond of Danielle.”

Rhonda opened her beer, “Oh, what about um….”

Remembering that Brooke now went by Beulah, Rhonda brought her up which caused Fletcher to giggle. “Nah, she’s a real oinker, eats out of the garbage cans. But she hasn’t been around in a while.”

Rhonda comically grinned, “She probably got too big to leave her trailer.”

Fletcher’s expression matched Rhonda’s, “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Rhonda pushed back a loose curl, her plump cheeks turning a pale pink hue, “I ain’t so skinny myself but I’m currently on a diet……”

Rhonda unthinkingly tore another wedge of pie from the container as she continued, nibbling on it as she spoke, “….I’m going to lose all this weight I gained since having the babies ….”
Rhonda then chuckled upon realizing the sloppy method in which she was eating, “…..Sex seems to revve up my appetite. Want some pie?”

Flecter sighed, “No, I’m fine, thanks.”

Rhonda indulged in a final slice then used her gown to wipe off her gummy fingers.

“This way fella”, Rhonda meowed as she swung around and made tracks to her bedroom, purposely rolling her hips and wiggling her large caboose.

Reaching the room, Rhonda let Flecter enter first, leaving off the lights as she undressed.

“If I had an inkling bout tonight I would have got some candles and purfume, made it all so romantic.”

Fletcher stood in his place watching Rhonda slither out of her conservative looking housedress.

“Ain’t ya gonna take off yer clothes?” Rhonda cautiously asked.

In a disorientated fashion Flecter began taking off his clothes, pulling his pants over his shoes, then removing his footwear.

Fletcher sat on the bed observing as much of Rhonda’s body as he could through the murkiness of her bedroom. Rhonda’s bulbous belly distended over her granny style skivves, round and fully packed, extensive in it’s mushy texture while her spacious thighs nudged together, excelling in their flabbiness.

Rhonda fluttered her soft brown eyes, “Want to help me with my bra, please.”

Fletcher cleared his throat, his gawky motion broadcasting his nervousness as he stood up and walked over to Rhonda. Fletcher fumbled with the mechanics but finally managed to unhook Rhonda’s rather pedestrian looking bra, her voluminous jugs spilling into his hands. Rhonda embraced Flecture with more engery then she realized she had, bringing her lips to his, practically sucking his breath away with the kiss.

Fletcher paused to get his breath, Rhonda wrapping one arm around his back, the other over his shoulder as she advanced backward unto the bed. Rhonda peeled off her jumbo size panties and tossed them aside, spreading open her beefy thighs she nodded with a smile.

Fletcher closed his eyes as he progressed on top of Rhonda, losing his package as he entered her.

“Shit, I’m sorry”, a stunned and embarrassed Fletcher uttered.

“Think nothing of it, kiddo”, Rhonda said in a empathetic tone, “It’s your first time, this happens a lot with rookies.”

Rhonda waved Fletcher over, “Lay beside me, we’ll get it on before the night’s through.”

Fletcher eased himself downward against Rhonda who rolled over to her side and began running her fingers over his waist. Fletcher took the cue and began massaging Rhonda’s flab coated hip and thighs, brief periods of kissing interwined.

It wasn’t long before Rhonda felt the inflation of his shaft, and she invited him to take her doggy-style if it pleased him. Fletcher responded with a rip-snorting chuckle, “Normal would be better since it’s my first time!”

Rhonda purred out loud as she postioned herself on her back, giving him breif instructions as he advanced on top of her.

The bed rocked, the mattress squeaked, Fletcher putting everything he had into the moment.
Rhonda’s loud squealing and grunting alarmed Fletcher at first but his instincts took over, recognizing that she was enjoying the ride.

Rhonda’s body quivered like jell-o, Fletcher sliding his manhood deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust. Fletcher moaned out loud as he shot his laod into Rhonda, then bringing himself next to her and cradling her in his arms.

Rhonda nibbled on Fletcher’s neck, his hand gently cupping her breast, a minor bout of kissing ensued until Rhonda suggested having a little snack before another round of sex.

“You wanna do it again!” Fletcher blurted in shock.

Rhonda squinted, “Shit, honey, I just got started. Wouldn’t you want another go at it or do you have something better to do?”

Fletcher laid his hand over Rhonda’s belly, “No, I just didn’t think I’d be spending the night.”

Rhonda giggled, “Well spending the night is taking it up a step too much, at least until I introduce you to my roommate. But we’ll have a snack and then screw before you go home.”

Fletcher shook his head while Rhonda inched herself out of bed.

“Wait here, I’ll get us something to eat.”

Rhonda didn’t bother putting anything on as she began walking out of the room, Fletcher couldn’t help noticing the size of her ass. Big, roomy and round, an official bubble butt that somewhat dipped downward with a pronounced jiggle. Fletcher smiled in actual arousal, maybe all those skinny babes he saw on-line and in the nudie magazines weren’t anything to crow about after all.

… … …. ……

Minutes later and as they snacked on cupcakes, corn chips and beer, they brought each other up to speed on the in and outs of their lives.

Fletcher worked at a dairy farm, a position handed over by Gretel who obtained 25% of whatever he made. He lived with his older brother who sold moonshine and occasionally worked at a carnival.

Rhonda kept up with the charade about growing up poor, not finishing high school and, until recently, working as a maid and housekeeper. Rhonda sensed that Fletcher wouldn’t buy her previous pre Huntsville existence, employed at some university while residing in Manhattan.
Matter of fact Rhonda’s memory had become so hazy that what she did remember seemed more like a dream than a reality. This included her size in which she softly conveyed, “I was always on the chubby side, not fat, not like this until I had my babies and I put on like a hunner pounds. I been told that gals like me are purposely fat, it’s just how it is but I is gonna prove them wrong.”

Naturally Rhonda told Fletcher this as she gorged herself on cupcakes.

Fletcher was honest but in a polite manner, “Shucks, Louise, I know you’re heavy but still beautiful. I’m on your side if you wanna lose weight but you needn’t worry about looking sexy coz damn straight you are.”

Rhonda grabbed a handful of chips, nibbling as she spoke, “Those are sweet thoughts, I appreciate them. If I don’t do something right now, just think how big I’ll be in another year.”

Fletcher skimmed the top of Rhonda’s belly with his fingertips, a brilliant smile over his face, “I’m just proud to be here with ya, never thought a big gal could turn me on like you do but hell, you’re all that and then some.”

Rhonda peeped a mischievous giggle, “Ready fer another round?”

Fletcher removed the empty packages off the bed as Rhonda slid her body downward and spread open her chunky thighs.


……….. ……….. ………….. …………..

Ken and Joliet had already left for the evening and while Vance was still playing video games, Brooke checked on the babies and then wandered back into the living room. Brooke held one hand to the slope of her impressively large belly, her eyes surveying the messy room, not having the proper amount of spunk for cleaning at the moment; she decided to clean up the mess tomorrow.

“Something the matter?” Ken calmly mentioned as his vision momentarily left the TV screen.

Brooke softly tapped her belly, “Nope, just a little bored that’s all.”

“Take a seat, you kin join me in the game if you like or in a little bit, we can watch some TV. There’s a stock car program on in about an hour.”

Brooke took a step toward Vance, “Well maybe, thing is honey, I’m a bit hungry.”

Vance replied in a monotone voice, “Then fix yourself something to nibble on.”

Brooke postioned her hefty round hindquarters over the armrest, cradling her belly as she watched Vance playing his game.

Boredom and stress were the two main culprits that knocked Brooke off her diet, and although she did try to control her appetite it was a whopper of a challenge.

Vance paused his game, gazing over Brooke with an affectionate smile, “You know full well how I stand about yer weight, baby. You look perfect, simply gorgeous. I sure wish you’d take after yer friends and not worry bout yer size.”

Brooke nodded, “I know all that, but like, I be going back to working at diner and hate being the fattest waitress in the place.”

“I thought Gretel explained everything to you”, Vance told Brooke with a baffled smile; “You ain’t meant to be thin, so why fight it.”

Brooke heaved a long sigh, “Damn you have a winning argument but I wanna still lose sum weight.”

In actuality Vance didn’t think Brooke could really lose all that more weight and secretly desired her to become heavier. But wanting to appease his woman, Vance kindly suggested, “Then just eat in what they say, in moderation, don’t go overboard.”

Brooke shook her head, “Yeah, alright. Be right back.”

Vance resumed with his game as Brooke waddled into the kitchen, pondering in thought, “Looks like I need to pay aunt Gretel a little visit and see what she can do about Beulah.”

Eating in moderation was furtile for Brooke. Slurping away a mouthful of milk and then chocolate syrup which she consumed from the bottle, cold hot dogs from right of the package and snail soup with donuts on the side.

Soon enough Brooke joined Vance back on the sofa a little while later. Armed with a bag of potato chips, vanilla cake frosting which she used for dip, and beer.

Together the watched TV until just about sunup, Brooke contentedly curled up next to her man.

…….. …… ………. ………. ……..


Fletcher was still a work in progress but he managed to please Rhonda better than she imagined.
Making out like smitten teenagers on the front porch, Rhonda finally ended the embrace with a dutiful meow, “I’ll see ya soon, maybe tomorrow?”

Fletcher playfully tickled Rhonda’s roll invested waist, “I think that can be arranged. What time?”

Rhonda squeaked between giggles, “s’ what about midnight …. I’ll have beer and snack food.”

“You think of everything!” Fletcher replied before favoring Rhonda with a parting kiss.

Rhonda stood on the porch, watching Fletcher skip away.

She had made a man out of him, and this caused Rhonda the urge to celebrate.
Finishing off the pie with a sandwich before heading off to bed.




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[Matt L.]

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Vance had just dropped Brooke off at the laundry shed, putting his stop at the grocery store on hold until making a visit to see Gretel.

There they sat in kitchen, Vance stating his dilemma in an uncompromising manner.

“Beulah is on another silly diet again, she wants to lose more weight. Don’t misunderstand me now, I mean I like her no matter her weight, just is I prefer her fat.”

Gretel cracked an eyebrow, correcting Vance with an eccentric grin, “You don’t prefer Beulah fat, you like to have her jumbo size.”

Vance mildly giggled, “Well yeah. I mean the bigger she is the more beautiful she be.”

Vance brought up Brooke’s collection of friends, Kim, Amber, Annie and Fawn. None of them were bothered about being plus-size, if they could only influence her.

Gretel sipped her tea and warmly smiled, “Well sweet boy I did have a couple of discussions with Beulah, she knows full well she’ll never be slender again, if you call having a potbelly slender. But I’m on the same page with you; I like my breeders big, the bigger the better. Keeps them docile and uncomplicated. Beulah is still holding onto some of the vanity she had back when she was known as Brooke. But leave it to me and I’ll rid her of it and she be duly content as she becomes fatter.”

Vance smiled back at Gretel, “Then you can handle this.”

Gretel slowly went through the details, “They’re working on the sewer system in Corn Patch County, I’ve been asked to find a few laborers. You take the gig, it pays well and you’ll be gone for almost 2 weeks. In the meantime I’ll look after Beulah. My new girl Kayla is very smart, weeds out a couple of other young ladies for babysitting chores. This will square away time for Beulah to be with me. However, when you get back home put another seed into Beulah’s belly, nothing fattens up a girl like getting her knocked up.”

“Yeah, I would like to have more children”, Vance agreed, “If she gains even more weight, cool!”


“And naturally the more kids you got the more government aid you‘ll get!” Gretel amusingly stated.

Vance’s double chin expanded with his eager grin, “Yup, we’ll be rolling in cash.”

Gretel concurred with Vance, and then manically chuckled, “Tell me how it would suit you if ol Beulah became the heavier member of your relationship?”

Vance’s expression switched from shock to pure satisfaction as indicated by his elongated smile, “Hot dog! That would be fantastic if Beulah wuz bigger than me!”

Gretel amusingly hummed, “Be sure of it then, coz after a while yer sweetheart’s size will outdo yours, and she won’t think nothing of it.”

Vance thanked Gretel for the help and then went about his business.

…….. ……… ……… ………………

Saturday night rolled around and Rhonda joined Sue at Moe’s Bowling Alley. Sue hung with a new crowd now, the run of the mill bar broads who were a few years older than her and just as plump.
Naturally Rhonda fit in well with them especially since most of her former crew of trollops had moved on, resigning their wanton activities and taking up the idyllic sensibilities of domestic harmony.

Rhonda made sure she looked particularly attractive for the evening, in contrast to Sue who simply combed back her blond mane and wore an ordinary greenish-blue T-shirt and jeans.

Rhonda curled her hair, flamboyantly painted her face and wore a short black dress that flaunted her hefty knockers and contoured to the roundness of her full-size bubble butt. Obviously the gown likewise showed off her portly belly and chubby thighs but that didn‘t seem to discourage her the least. She felt young and sexy.

Vodka and tonic Rhonda’s drink for evening and she put them away like a sailor. Rhonda held back, although her new group of friends, including Sue, were flirting and dancing the night away.

“Haven’t found yer grove yet?” Sue asked at one point.

Rhonda smirked, removing the lipstick coated cigarette from her lips as she replied, “Shit no, I’m just waiting fer my date.”

“I didn’t know you had a date?” Sue questioned, “Somebody new?”

Rhonda slammed dunked her drink, responding after ordering another, “Well yeah, I guess.”

Sue badgered Rhonda with questions but Rhonda coyly refrained from giving out too much information, other than that he was coming with a friend.

“A friend!” Sue enthusiastically peeped, “What’s his friend like, is he good looking?”

Rhonda took a causal stance, “Well he’s no stranger in these parts, you’ve seen him lots, mainly at the diner.”

Sue leaned up against the bar, “Shit, that could be anyone. It ain’t no farmer, farmers are boring.”

“I didn’t say he was a customer”, Rhonda chuckled, “But he’s a nice quiet young man who ain’t exactly knowledgeable in the opposite sex.”

Before Sue could respond, Rhonda turned her voluptuous figure toward the door and smiled.

Fletcher didn’t look half bad in a neat button down shirt and shorts, his hair neatly combed and he had shaved. Joey was too match in a blue T-shirt and jeans.

“That’s who your date is!” Sue grimaced, “He’s totally younger than you!”

Rhonda bestowed Sue a perplexed gape, “Well be sociable, they is walking right here.”

“You know Joey”, Rhonda warbled in a cute tone, “And this is Fletcher.”

Joe was indeed quiet but Fletcher buzzed at the top of his lungs, “So glad we finally actually go out on date! So this is Moe’s! Never been here before, my brother comes here, but I’ve just seen it from the outside.”

Rhonda rested her hand over Fletcher’s shoulder, “They’re playing out song.”

“Huh?” Fletcher answered back.

Rhonda directed Fletcher to the dance floor where they danced to the song ’Luckenback Texas’.

There was a moment of silence between Sue and Joey as the watched Rhonda and Fletcher dancing,

Sue then looked over at Joey, “Well Joe, I kinda think it’ll be you and me tonight since our friends are preoccupied with each other.”

Joey sighed, “Wow, never thought I’d ever be out with you, and at a bar too!”

Sue tucked away her frustration at being left with a novice and mischievously giggled, “You got a hell of a lot of drinking to do to catch up with me!”

Rotating her hips and forcing them into Joey, Sue called out to the bartender, “Hey Gus! A Miller for the kid!”

“Kid?” Joey questioned in a milquetoast tone, “I’m a grownup!”
Sue’s lips parted into a wide smile, “You bet your ass you’re a grownup, at least you’ll be one by the time this night’s over.”

There was little space between Rhonda and Fletcher on the dance floor, Rhonda embracing his waist, Fletcher’s hands over her hips. When their lips weren’t interlocked, Fletcher squarely kissed Rhonda’s breasts.

Another song and another, Fletcher remained on the dance floor with Rhonda while Sue’s friends were all making a big deal over Joey. Teasing him, flirting, knowing they were getting under his skin.
The best Joey could do was blush and giggle.

Sue finally interrupted, grabbing Joey by the arm; she invited him unto the dance floor.
“But … I dodn …I don’t know how to dance!” Joey nervously replied.

“About fucking time you learned”, Sue answered back, a chorus of laughter from her friends.

Just as Sue reached the dance floor with Joey, Rhonda informed Sue, “We’re going out for some air, will be back in a while.”

Rhonda subsequently pinched Joey’s ass, “Hey, relax and have sum fun!”

The pinch caused Joey to bounce into Sue who giggled, “Whoa.. Get the chance to get to know me better before charging in like that!”

Leaving Sue with Joe, Rhonda and Fletcher left the bar.

Rhonda pulled Fletcher down a path that led behind the bar and within the boundaries of the junk yard. “Damn, you’re in a hurry”, Fletcher uttered.

“That exhibition you put on the dance floor got me horny!” Rhonda giddily buzzed, “You want to fuck me, don’t cha!”

“Can’t we go back to your place?” Fletcher inquired.

Rhonda responded as they reached a small patch of gravel surrounded by tall weeds, “Nope, the babysitter there with muh kids.”

As Fletcher observed the unfavorable environment, Rhonda hiked up her dress and struggled with her undergarments, “Lend me a hand, will ya!”

Fletcher looked around before tugging Rhonda’s extra-large panties downward, his eyes resting on her luxurious size butt-cheeks. The spongy tissue wiggling, the pronounced spherical shape seemed so inviting to Fletcher; he couldn’t help to cop a feel.

Rhonda giggled in arousal and purposely shook her beefy hindquarters, “Take a powerful squeeze, sugar!”

Fletcher did just that, his fingers vanishing into the pulpy texture.
“You have a beautiful ass!”

Rhonda’s boobs swung as she positioned herself downward, “Be a nice time to drop your pants!”

Fletcher slipped down his shorts and boxers, already hard he rammed his cock into Rhonda with more force than she expected and she let loose such a loud squeal that it caused a group of raccoons to run off and leave their nest.

Fletcher’s thrusts increased with speed, his hands firmly latched unto her largest roll as she spread open her hefty thighs as far as possible. “Damn, you’re a faster learner!” Rhonda snorted.
Fletcher laughed out loud, then gritted his teeth as he plunged himself deeper into Rhonda.
Rhonda rolled her eyes, grunting and groaning with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking beautiful!” Fletcher yelled just as he let loose his package.

Fletcher held unto Rhonda, pumping his full load into her, Rhonda sighing out loud.

Fletcher helped Rhonda upward, delicately handling her belly as he helped her with her panties.
Rhonda slithered her breasts against Fletcher’s body, they lips locking, his hands cradling her ass.

“I’ll arrange a night fer us alone, later this week”, Rhonda told Fletcher as he nibbled on as much of her boobs as possible. Fletcher lifted his eyes to Rhonda’s, “Sure, honey, whatever you like.”

Rhonda cupped the sides of Fletcher’s face, favoring him with a sizzling kiss, and then softly mentioning, “Let’s go grab a snack.”

“My girl’s hungry, is she?” Fletcher said in a cute voice.

Rhonda repeated the scorching kiss, squeezing Fletcher’s butt in the process.

“I appreciate a man who aims to please me”, Rhonda then purred.

The embrace concluded and making tracks to Fletcher’s sedan, the young man inquired about their friends, “Should we invite them along, at least tell them we’re going?”

“Sue can handle Joey, don’t cha worry bout them”, Rhonda replied.


………. ……….. ………. ……..

Joey was surrounded by Sue and her friends, drinking his second beer, blathering in detail concerning his amorous feelings for Danielle. Sue’s friends tenderly sighed at a few of Joey’s comments; on the other hand the faint expression of nausea trounced havoc upon Sue’s pretty face.

Sue finally had enough, guzzling her brew, she then emitted a long drawn out groan, “This is too much, I’m gonna get another beer.”

The group briefly gaped at Sue, subsequently returning their attention back to Joey.

Sue marched steadily back to the bar, promptly ordering a beer with a Jim Beam chaser.

A familiar voice filtering through the air around her, “Suzy, right?”

Sue spun around, it was Yancy. Rhonda’s former beau who dumped her because of his friends ridicule.

Sue’s expression was less than thrilling, “Yeah, so what?”

Yancy’s appearance hadn’t changed, his hair oily, shaggy five o’clock shadow and dressed in a discolored T-shirt and filthy blue jeans.

“You ain’t so skinny no more, all those free meals at the diner caught up with ya”, Yancy bluntly announced.

The bartender fleetingly rescued Sue for the moment as he brought her the beer and shot, Sue turning around, the bartender warning Yancy, “No panhandling drinks around here, Yancy. Watch it now or else the bouncers won’t be so lenient escorting you to the door.”

“I wuz just talking with my friend, Sue. Ain’t it like a free country, I kin do that”, Yancy rattled off.

The bartender leaned in toward Sue, “If that weasel bothers you at all, let me know.”

Sue tapped her bottle of beer, “Shit, Mike, I can handle Yancy. But if he gets to be a nuisance, I’ll let ya know.”

Mike the bartender left the scene too tend to other customers; Sue sipped her beer and downed her shot, Yancy joining her at the bar.

“Long time since we talked”, Yancy grinned, “I heard Rhonda had a baby.”

Sue partially swerved her face toward Yancy, “Where the hell have you been! Yes, a woman usually has a baby after she’s pregnant; Rhonda got two of them critters now.”

“Two!” Yancy snapped in surprise, “But only one’s my offspring.”

Sue sniffled in annoyance, sucking down a mouthful of beer before setting Yancy straight.
“Are you crazy, Rhonda slept with other guys besides you, what makes you sure you’re the dad.”

Yancy tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders, “Just a guess.”

“If your lousy sperm works as hard as you, I wouldn’t count on it”, Sue responded between sips of beer.

Yancy squinted at Sue, “That’s just plain mean.”

Sue held a hand over her waist, “If you’re looking for charity you’re talking to the wrong broad.”

“Then I shouldn’t ask ya to stake me to a beer?” Yancy sighed.

Sue jerked back her head, huffily responding “You got some balls. “

Just as Yancy was about to leave, Sue called out to the bartender, “Hey Mike, bring this ill-bred redneck a beer and put it on my tab!”

Yancy smiled in shock, “Wow, why the change of heart?”

“Coz you amuse me, make nothing more of it or I’ll kick your ass”, Sue said in a hostile tone.

The bartender brought Yancy his brew, the cheapest swill available, and cautioned the white trash parasite, “You get out of line with Suzy and trust me vagrant, I’ll take pleasure in tearing you apart.”

Yancy beamed a wide smile that revealed his brown colored teeth, “Ill be the perfect gentleman.”

However, once Mike the bartender left, Yancy slid up beside Sue, “Thanks fer the beer, what’s new, have you seen Rhonda lately?”

Sue moved inches away, “Pardon me but I don’t want fleas.”

“Aw, you must have some affection fer me or else why treat me to a beer?” Yancy stated in an exaggerated cordial tone.

Sue sighed, sipped her beer, and changed the subject.

“You just missed Rhonda; she left a little while ago with her new squeeze.”

“She still fat?” Yancy questioned.

Sue unconsciously tapped her own belly as she replied, “Damn Yancy, how crass can you be? But yeah, Rhonda is still heavy so what, you dumped her remember.”

“It’s not my fault”, Yancy answered back, “All my friends were making fun of me.”

“I’ll tell you this much, for a big gal, Rhonda looked sexier than any woman her size could. Even her sister is plain dumpy compared too her.”

“Well”, Yancy half-smiled, “Unless she lost a pile of weight I couldn’t court her.”

Sue flexed her eyebrows and irritably warbled, “Just drink your beer and shut the fuck up!”


………… ………. …… ……….

Rhonda had just walked out of the diner’s restroom where she had spruced up her cosmetics and adjusted her breasts, smiling as a pair of truckers checked her out.

Sliding her hefty derriere unto the plastic chair, she picked up the sticky menu and smiled at Fletcher, “You make up your mind on what you want?”

Fletcher paused from studying the menu like it was a volume of Shakespeare, “I ain’t quite sure yet, honey. What about you?”

“Ohhhh”, Rhonda began to chime in a voice that couldn’t masquerade the bimbo overtone.
“I ain’t all that hungry, just want to keep my strength up fer the rest of the night and absorb sum of this liquor.”

Tapping the menu with her garishly colored fingernails, Rhonda decided on sausage patties, onion rings, cheese sticks and whatever kind of coffee cake was available.

When Fletcher humorously mentioned, “Wow, I’m glad you’re not hungry”, Rhonda misconstrued the remark as being legitimate and genuinely answered back, “Shit no, sweetie, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of everyone by eating like a cow, so when I get back home I’ll make something more too my satisfaction.”

Fletcher gazed at Rhonda’s excessively bloated belly that merged with the table top, and then brought his vision to her face. “Isn’t she on a diet?” Fletcher thought to himself, but with a goofy smile amiably responded, “I’m sure you’re a good cook, you have to have me over for dinner sometime.”

Rhonda brushed back her mane and with come hither eyes, she purred, “And fer dessert I’ll let you lick chocolate syrup off my boobs.”

Fletcher dropped his jaw, “No shit!”

As Rhonda emitted a sensual chuckle, the waitress, none other than Danielle, reached the table.

Danielle Minte was no longer the same perky young lady that she had been when first hired at the diner. Her brown hair was dyed a ridiculous shade of blond and was worn upward in an uncomplicated hairstyle, pink lipstick the only trace of cosmetics.
Sufficiently pretty though her features took on a puffy quality with a budding second chin in development, her once unambiguous milky-white complexion littered with a minor outbreak of pimples.
Danielle’s breasts were fuller though sagged to a noticeable degree while her upper arms were definitely plumper, swallowed up in a cushy layer of fat. The lime green uniform couldn’t conceal the weight she put on ever since she began working at the diner. The flimsy material stretching over her billowing potbelly, chubby waist and well-insulated ass while her thighs were as spacious as they were fat.

Danielle smiled at Rhonda, “Hey, almost didn’t recognize ya, you look sweet.”
Rhonda smiled back, “Appreciate the compliment, how things?”

Danielle folded her arms over her rack, “Same old shit, different pile.”
Looking over to Fletcher, Danielle giggled, “Hi Fletch, I see yer out with a real woman, where’s Joey, talking on line to some make believe girl friend?”

The legs of the chair noisily dragged over the floor as Rhonda turned to face Danielle.
“Here’s a little bit of gossip just fer you, Joey’s at Moe’s with Sue.”

Danielle’s eyes grew wide, “No shit! He’s out with Sue!”

Rhonda nodded, “Last time we saw them they were getting cozy together on the dance floor.”

Danielle nervously gnawed on her pencil, “If that doesn’t cause the cabbage to go red. Damn, I never thought he had the rocks to go out with Sue, or hang out at Moe’s for that matter. Joe is so tame; I would think Honky-Tonks scared him.”

Rhonda put on an astute face, “I suppose Joey’s more of a man than you give him credit fer. But what do you care, ain’t you seeing Forster McGrill?”

Danielle crinkled her nose, “We’re not exclusive like. We only go out fer beers and stuff, smoke a little weed now and then, but we’re far from a couple. You know.”

Fletcher just sat back, enjoying the conversation between the females, knowing full well that Rhonda was trying to make Danielle jealous.”

“What the hell”, Danielle scowled, “What is it about him? Hasn’t that jock-Mo the guts to ask me out or have I gotten too fat for him. And now Joe’s out with that hussy!”

Rhonda shrugged her shoulders, “Well Danni, you kinda ignored him and shit, ain’t that right, Fletch!”

Fletcher nodded, “Yeah, he does talk about you enough, so I think he still likes ya.”

Rhonda leaned in toward Danielle, “Sure he talks bout ya but you should know better. A man reaches a certain age and he’s bound to look fer attention, and if he can’t get it from the gal he admires most, he’ll shop his wares elsewhere. I sure hope Sue can handle him coz all the pressure from rejection will turn him into a lunatic in the sack.”

Danielle stood with her mouth wide open.

“Now about getting some food_”, Rhonda chirped before giving her order, subsequently Fletcher requested a hamburger, fries and black coffee.

Danielle wrote down the order, mumbling about Joey in an incoherent manner.

Danielle marched off, the couple holding back their giggles until she was far out of reach to hear their discussion.

“I swear, Danielle must have the hots for Joey”, Fletcher grinned.
“Why she waited so long before, you know, showing any kind of interest?”

“Sum girls like to be pursued, that’s all. Joey treated her nice but didn’t take the next step and I suppose she figured he didn’t have the hots fer her anymore.”

A smiling Fletcher cupped Rhonda’s hand, “That’s part of the reason why I like ya, coz you’re so bad-ass smart.”

Rhonda emitted a soft giggle as she squinted, “Really? You think I’m that smart.”

“Yup, sure do!”

“Well ya know, I did work fer this big university!” Rhonda chimed.

“Pardon me”, Fletcher chuckled, “You worked at an university?”

Rhonda realizing that she made an error concerning her actual past swiftly salvaged the gaffe.

“I wuz a housekeeper there, not no teacher, but I reckon some of their smarts done influence me a morsel.”

“I’ll say”, Fletcher replied as he dove in for a kiss.

However, they were interrupted by Danielle who brought them their food.
“Do me a favor y’all, don’t let Joey know I’m up to the breeze with him chasing that hussy, alright”, Danielle furiously dispatched.
“I’ll give that boy a piece of my mind tomorrow when he comes to work!”

Fletcher simply nodded, although Rhonda wasn’t shy about sharing her opinion.

“Yeah, honey, that’s right. Dig those spurs in and show him whose boss. Make him put out or hit the road.”

Danielle looked around the room, the few customers she had were comfortably eating and she pulled out a chair and took a seat.

“I really do like Joey”, Danielle admitted with an awkward drone. “He’s a bit of a wallflower but special in other ways that I kin sense.”

“Joe’s my best friend, you don’t have to sell me, he’s cool in his own way”, Fletcher calmly responded.
“He’s knows his geography and collects old copies of Readers Digest, and I don’t think there’s another person in Huntsville who can win him in checkers_”

Rhonda turned to Fletcher, interrupting him as she nibbled on an onion ring, “I really don’t think Danni here is interested in Joey’s skill in checkers_.”

Rhonda resumed her attention on Danielle, “_She’s fond of him fer different reasons.”

Danielle watched as Rhonda let her appetite loose and in the peculiar behavior that she had developed, hoggishly devoured her snack.

“It’s just that Joey is polite and courteous, you know what I mean”, Danielle reflected out loud while helping herself to Fletcher’s fries. “Always opens doors fer me and helps me count my tips, tells me I’m pretty even though I’ve sought of let myself go.”

Rhonda spoke while chewing on a cheese stick between bites of sausage, “Don’t worry bout yer figure, darling. I’m starting to get the notion all us Huntsville ladies get tubby sooner or later.”

Danielle patted her inflated tummy, a high pitch giggle in her voice, “That goes double for me, my sisters are thick and my ma weighs 300-pounds, seems it’s gonna be the same for me!”

“I just happened too inherit my momma’s ass, so we is from the same collection of female kind!” Rhonda humorously snorted.

“Speaking of which”, Rhonda peeped, “Where’s my sister, don’t she work here no more?”

A funky smile grew upon Danielle’s face, “Not fer a while since having her baby but I heard from Bertha, she be coming back on a when needed basis or something.”

Rhonda cynically rambled as she fed, “The blimp probably needs cash fer a new wardrobe, her hillbilly boyfriend isn’t exactly energetic when it comes to work, the stupid jerk.”

Danielle repositioned her body on the chair, “I’m surprised she’s still with Vance, given the fact that she put the moves on Joey.”

Rhonda paused from chewing, “No shit! What did Joey do?”

“Oh he held her back, was proper and honest, telling her that he had no right to her since she belonged to Vance.”

Rhonda deviously grinned, “What a whore. Damn, my sister’s a big fat whore.”

“Funny how Vance and a few others labeled me the bimbo”, Rhonda added, “And dumb ol Vance doesn’t have clue whose the real bimbo.”

Danielle grinned, “There’s also a rumor that she was shacking up with this trucker Milo. She desperately wanted to run away with him but due to her getting too big or was it because Milo wanted to join the circus_.”

Danielle paused to think it over.

“Somebody said it was coz she was knocked up”, Danielle paused again, “Whatever, being too fat, pregnant again or the circus theory, it didn’t happen.”

Rhonda sneered, “That fucking bovine, what nerve, wanting to leave Huntsville and leaving me here stranded. Damn, I hope she is such a fucking blimp that Vance carts her ass off to Dalton’s farm to exhibit as the world’s largest sow!”

Puzzled expression reached both Danielle’s and Fletcher’s faces.

“Huh?” Fletcher curiously inquired, “I’m not sure what that means.”

Danielle likewise questioned, “You lost me, why would Beulah leave you stranded, I thought you were from around these parts.”

Even in her anger, Rhonda was able to achieve her wits, “Um, were originally from Florida, when we got her to visit auntie we made a rule that we stay together_.”

Rhonda then turned to Fletcher, “Mr. Dalton’s a pig farmer, that’s all about it. She deserves to be moved in with the pigs.”

Rhonda’s appetite was activated by her emotions and the callous feelings she had for Brooke furthered her need to feed.

“Hey, can I have another slice of coffee cake topped off with ice cream and a couple of cheese dogs?”

Danielle nodded, “Sure thing.”

As Danielle drifted her chubby figure upward, she quietly asked the pair to keep her confidence, “You won’t mention a thing I said about Beulah cheating on Vance, it’s hell enough working with the fatty without knowing what I said.”

Fletcher shook his head, “Of course, Danni.”

Rhonda was on board but less diplomatic, “I wouldn’t mention it all. From what I heard from Sue, Vance has the hots for a bigger version of muh sister, so I’m not going to break them apart. I’m sure in the long run he’ll get his wish, meanwhile I’ll have my revenge in my own way.”

Danielle chuckled as she strolled away.

“This has all the dressings of a bizarre soap opera for the insane”, Fletcher unemotionally announced, and then he grinned, “And I’m loving every minute of it.”

Rhonda, still fuming, shrewdly smirked, “That’s precious, lover boy, coz you’re gonna help me make that tramp feel like shit.”

“Who…me?” Fletcher nervously uttered.

Rhonda outrageously smiled, “Yup, damn straight.”

“I won’t never get on your bad side, sweetie”, said Fletcher, “But count me in anyway coz I’m anxious on what you have in store.”

……. …… ……. …………..

Rhonda and Fletcher eventually left the diner, once she had gobbled up her coffee-cake with ice cream and pair of cheese dogs, and after another but all too brief romantic encounter in Fletcher’s car, they drove back to Moe’s just in time for closing time.


Joe was nowhere in sight but Sue was still at the bar with Yancy in a mainly one sided conversion.

“Bout time y’all got here, Yancy’s been totally chewing on my nerves with his bullshit!”

Yancy gaped at Rhonda, although she had put on a noticeable amount of weight since they had courted, he found her positively attractive.

“Rhon..da! You look…..wow! Incredible!”

“Whose Rhonda?” Fletcher asked, “Ain’t yer name Louise?”

Rhonda squeezed Fletcher’s hand, “Don’t worry none about it darling, I used to go by muh middle name, Rhonda.”

Yancy hopped off his bar stool and approached Rhonda, “Hey, let’s forget about what happened between us, call it an accidental mistake.”

“Are you that stupid you don’t see I’m with someone!” Rhonda chided Yancy, “Get the hell away from me you white trash piece of shit!”

“This can’t be your new man, the fuckers young enough to be your son”, Yancy remarked.

It was Mike yelling out from behind the bar who put Yancy in place, “Time for you to leave shit-head! I mean now!”

Yancy didn’t waste a minute leaving the seedy establishment, although took a quick peek at Rhonda’s distended booty.

Rhonda wrapped her arms around Fletcher’s neck, her boobs and belly pressing up against his body.
“Don’t listen to that sleazy ne’er-do-well, he’s an idiot. Truth being said, I might be a little bit older than you, but does it really fucking matter?”

Fletcher knew that Rhonda was at least a decade older than him, possibly more but it didn’t matter to him, and he replied with an energized kiss.

“Hello, kids, I’m ready to leave!” Sue sarcastically grumbled.

Rhonda and Fletcher eased away from their embrace, Fletcher cordially asking about Joey.

Sue lit up a cigarette, “Janet gave him a ride home after a couple of shots of Old Thunder Bird made him queasy. But you two need to settle up with me big time for leaving me here and being annoyed by Yancy. His conversations are pointless and just plain dumb.”

Rhonda slid her arm around Fletcher’s waist, “Okay, Suzy. What do you want?”

As they advanced toward the door, Sue brought up a few options, “You could buy me dinner at the diner, and a six pack or better yet, convince Kayla to stop coming over wearing those skimpy outfits…..”


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[Matt L.]

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………… The Next Day …………………

Danielle had entered through the back door which was the standard practice for employees.
Joey, somewhat feeling his oats from the previous night’s carousing, gestured hello with a hand wave.

Danielle sneered at Joey and cantankerously sniffled, her hips swaying from side to as she made a beeline over to him.

Joey noticed Danielle’s irate expression, about too speak, the plump waitress vocally pounced on him.
“Shut up you two timer!”

“But I didn’t say anything”, Joey answered back.

Danielle stood with hands over her waist, her anger causing her soft cheeks to swell and inflating her junior league double chin.

“You think you know a fella, we make small talk, have a few laughs and then he brooms me off to hang out with a typical bar broad!”

“Hey”, Joey uttered in a low pitched whine, “If Forster cheated on you, don’t take it out on me.”
Joey then added as he rubbed his head, “Anyway, I ain’t feeling so good.”

“Got a headache?” Danielle replied in a cute tone in which Joey responded with a nod.
Danielle swiftly latched her hands to the sides of Joey’s face, head butting him just as quick.

“Ow! What was that for?” Joey winced.

Danielle took a step back, “I’m talking about you, you ninny, not Forster. The nerve you got, cheating on me before we even got a chance to go out.”

“But …but ain’t you dating Forster?”

Danielle grabbed Joey‘s T-shirt, tugging hard on the material “Shows how much you know, we only get together once in a while fer some beers and occasionally sex, it‘s not like I really like him.”

Danielle pushed Joey up against the wall, “See my big ass, it could be your playground if you took the initiative. Do you like me or what?”

“Well ….up until a minute ago….” Joey nervously screeched.

Danielle removed her hand from Joey’s T-shirt, her voice softening, “I’m off tomorrow, come over to my place after work, I’ll cook ya a nice dinner and we kin watch sum TV or whatever.”

“Never knew you felt this way about me”, Joey said with a trace of a smile, “Sure, I’ll come over.”

Danielle smiled as Joey walked around her, melodiously chirping, “I’ll be proud to have ya over.”

Joey clutched his stomach, “Um, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to throw up.”

…… ……. …………….. ……………………

Brooke stood to the side watching Vance packing up his clothes, plastic bags substituting for conventional luggage.

“So it’s two whole weeks”, Said Brooke, lapping up fat free yogurt.
“It’s going to be weird here not having you around.”

Brooke’s brown mane a tangled mess, her full-size body in a pink colored spaghetti string T-shirt that broadcast her blubbery arms and sensationally large knockers, the material contouring to the shape of her portly belly while the raggedy gray sweatpants emphasized the dimensions of her bulbous hindquarters and chunky thighs.

“Yeah”, Vance answered back, “its solid work and we could use the cash. But don’t worry, Kayla and her posse will help you look after the kids and Joliet said she’s coming by too keep ya from getting lonely.”

Brooke’s swollen cheeks inflated as did her double chin while contemplating Vance’s absence.
She had developed a sincere attachment to the overweight handyman, and she would indeed miss him.

An abstract smile grew upon Brooke’s face, even though she was fond of Vance, him being away for two weeks meant she could have her own fun.

Vance made sure he had packed everything he needed, fresh clothes, a razor and even soap.
Turning to Brooke, Vance mildly chuckled, “I can’t believe you’re eating yogurt, isn’t it nasty?”

Brooke rolled her tongue over her lips, “Nope, it’s yummy. I eat enough of it and I’m bound to lose a lot of weight.”

Vance nodded, prompting Brooke to maneuver over to him. Laying one hand over Vance’s shoulder, her roomy boobs flirting with his chest, their belly’s merging together.

“Now sweetie, don’t get into a dander”, Brooke picturesquely smiled, “I know you prefer me with a little extra padding but don’t worry a lick, I know I won’t be able to lose that much.”

“Then why bother dieting at all?” Vance asked, his expression particularly glum.

Brooke ran her fingers through Vance’s thinning hair, “All sorts of reasons….”
Brooke serenely warbled as she continued, “I don’t want to get heavier, my appetite is a menace and plus, I dread being the biggest waitress at the diner.”

“Does any of that matter even though I love you, you is sexy and if ever you gain more, you’ll be sexier”, Vance uttered in an affectionate tone.

Brooke slithered her fingers over Vance’s cheek, “Aw dear, I know that be true. You needn’t fret, even though I wish to get down to 150-pounds, I’ll be happy if I only get to 175. So there’ll still be plenty of me for you to handle.”

Brooke edged her face forward, locking lips with Vance.

It dawned on Vance as they kissed that Brooke had an appointment to see Gretel tomorrow.

Vance cupped Brooke’s breast, gently massaging it as he diligently reminded Brooke.

“Remember, Kayla is taking you to see auntie tomorrow around noon, so don’t sleep too late.”

Brooke squinted, her lips twisting into a peculiar smile, “Yeah, I remember. Funny though, why didn’t Gretel tell me whatever she wanted to say earlier today when I brought the babies over for their exam.”

Vance blatantly lied, “I wouldn’t know. Maybe it’s girlie talk or maybe something about your trollop sister.”

There was a beep outside and Vance broke off the embrace and grabbed the grocery bags that contained his belongings.

“The truck’s outside, I’ll get a move on”, and with that comment, Vance bestowed Rhonda with a jammed packed - scorching kiss, patting her distended rump on the way out.

“See ya in two weeks!” they echoed each other words strangely in sync.

Vance made a quick pit stop to see his children before hightailing out the trailer.

Brooke plopped down onto the bed, enjoying another sample of the yogurt, although admitting to herself, “I wish this was ice cream.”


…………. ………… ………….. ………………………….

Brooke arrived at Gretel’s still in the same clothes she had on the previous day. Chuck was over by Kim’s while Kayla had arranged for her younger sister to look after Brooke’s daughter Melanie.
This would provide Brooke with sufficient time to spend with her aunt.

However, there were two other females waiting to see Gretel; Ethel White, a twenty-something housewife who’s fuller figure was the norm for most female members of Huntsville, and Sue.

Gretel’s protocol was comparable to a Mafia boss, airing out grievances and taking care of problems. Kayla steered Ethel into the kitchen first, Brooke and Sue waited in the living room.

Kayla looked radiant, her black hair tracing her shoulders, her slender figure in a beautiful rose patterned dress. Both Brooke and Sue were equipped with envy.

“I hate the way she dresses, always showing off her figure”, Sue vexed.

Brooke gazed over at Sue, adding her opinion in a gruff tone, “Tell me about it, she comes over by my place in halter tops and shorts, proving she’s hot while making me feel defective coz of muh size.”

“Oh by the by”, Brooke cattily discharged as she surveyed Sue’s plump figure in her black colored housekeeping uniform, “Nice threads, what’s it like cleaning up after the morons at the motel?”

Sue’s expression soured, “At least I kin still fit into a dress.”

“I can still fit into a dress!” Brooke angrily retorted.

Sue kept it up, “I said a dress not a tent!”

Kayla walked through the kitchen door carrying a tray with a pitcher of buttermilk and a pair of tall glasses. Pouring the buttermilk, which included Gretel’s special ingredient that would aroused their appetites, Kayla chided the females in a soft tone.

“That’s enough out of the both of you. Gretel doesn’t appreciate being disturbed. Now be polite to each other and drink your milk. Understand?”

Neither Brooke or Sue said a word, as they reached for their glasses, Kayla sighed, “I asked y’all if you understand.”

Brooke and Sue quietly warbled in agreement.

Kayla sashayed toward the kitchen, turning around she pointed her finger directly at them, “Not another sound.”



Once Kayla returned into the kitchen, Brooke whispered over to Sue, “Where does she get off telling us what to do. Doesn’t she work fer us.”

Sue responded after tasting the milk, “Yeah, but it’s better if we don’t get on Gretel’s bad side.”

Brooke began sipping her milk, before realizing it; she had guzzled the entire glass.
“You’re right”, Brooke quietly stated after releasing a burp.
“Porky”, Brooke crudely grinned at Sue who answered back with a snide smirk, “Skank.”

From that point on, until Ethel left Gretel’s cottage and until Sue was summoned next, not another word was spoken between the females.

Kayla stood behind Sue as she took a seat at the table in front of Gretel.

Gretel looked over at Kayla, “Pour Suzy another glass of butter milk, and while you’re at it, refill Beulah’s glass too.”

Kayla shook her head, promptly commencing with Gretel’s orders, the gypsy then turned to Sue.
“Have a donut, I just made them today.”

Sue sipped her butter milk, emitting a satisfied sigh before grabbing a donut.

“What exactly is it that you need to see me about?” Gretel inquisitively smiled.

Sue rambled as she chewed, “Why do I have to make an appointment to see you? I never had too before, what’s up with that?”

Gretel yanked her neck outward, “Is that what you needed to talk with me about?”

Sue sipped her milk and resumed gnawing on the donut, “No_.”

Gretel interrupted her former aid, “Then what is it, Suzy. Don’t waste my time.”

Sue’s fingers spread over her pulpy tummy, “It’s about having me clean up at the motel. Lot’s of the folks treat me like a servant, many of my old friends either ignore me, the ones that don’t are always asking me to clean up their trailers.”

“Stop yer complaining missy”, Gretel all but yelled at Sue, “You get free lodging and I pay you a nice dollar.”

Sue polished off her donut, reaching for another, she continued, “I’m a nobody now since you got Kayla working fer ya, folks round here used to respect me fer that, now I’m basically another redneck.”

Gretel spoke as Sue nibbled, “You’ve said plenty, Suzy. Maybe you should just carry on and not worry bout trifling things. Our population is filled with simple people who do without, believing you’re somebody special will only cause hard feeling and resentment.”

Gretel smiled as Sue grabbed another donut after stuffing the previous one in her mouth.
“Make the best of cleaning the motel‘s cottages, you’ll be there fer a while, but honey, I’ll see you tomorrow round this time, and we’ll continue our chat.”

Gretel turned to Kayla, “Put six or seven donuts in a bag for Sue too take with her and one of my pies then drive her home. Tell Beulah I‘ll be with her in a few minutes.”

Kayla shook head and did exactly as she was told.

A few minutes later and after Kayla had left the cottage with Sue, Gretel visited with Brooke.

“You look fine, darling”, Gretel hummed as she handed Brooke another glass of buttermilk.”

“Glad you come to see your old auntie!”

Brooke sipped the milk out of politeness but couldn’t resist making a wisecrack, “If I have any more buttermilk it’ll be coming out of my ears.”

Brooke engaged in another sip, this batch had a some kind of odd flavor but it was so overwhelming delicious, she had a subsequent sip.

Brooke then mildly burped before addressing Gretel who was standing above her with an ambiguous grin.

“What’d you wanna see me about auntie?” Brooke inquired.

Well sweetie, I found some old things of yours and thought you might want to look them over before I send them off to Mamma’s for resale just in case you might want to keep something.”

Brooke snickered as she firmly patted her belly, “You kidding! I can’t fit into my old clothes anymore…..”

Brooke paused for a brief moment and then smiled, “….What the heck, I’m trying to lose weight so maybe I’ll be able to squeeze into them in a while. Sure, auntie, I’ll take a gander and look over the clothes.”

It was then that Gretel employed her mind games tactics. After all this particular glass of milk was spiked with a strange concoction of Gretel’s own origin that would muddle Brooke’s thoughts.

“Small you say”, Gretel humorously smirked, “Well that’s a nice way of putting it, you were indeed smaller when you first came out to visit me.”

Gretel then waved Brooke on, “The boxes are in the back room, child”, then she led her surrogate niece into the storage room.

Brooke didn’t really pick up on the remark, and she finished the milk, buzzing a loud as she joined Gretel in the room.

“Yeah, I know getting back down to plum skinny is against me but with a bit of luck, maybe I’z lose enough weight to squeeze into them.”

The storage room was jammed pack with all sorts of items. A stuffed raven, an antique music box, a miscellaneous collection of old clothes, and a painting of an owl.

Gretel set down a fairly decent size cardboard box in front of Brooke, “Here ya go, sugar. Take yer time.”

Brooke’s round spacious posterior propelled upward as she leaned over and rummaged through the box. “Maybe you made a mistake, auntie”, Brooke causally mentioned as she looked over a few items of clothing, “None of this is mine,”

Gretel stood off to the side, wearing her patience well.
“Are you sure, Beulah? I’m positive these are your clothes.”

Brooke readjusted her posture, cradling her bulbous belly, “Everything is plain too big, well at least compared to what I wuz and plum not my style for outfits back then.”

Brooke stepped aside, Gretel moving into the space between her and the box. Leaning over the box, Gretel looked over a few items, pulling out a rather large tawny colored T-shirt that held the caption over the front ‘Big Chicks Love To Party’.

“Are you sure this isn’t yours?” Gretel questioned.

Brooke replied with a sour expression, “No way that’s mine.”

Gretel then pulled out a handful of rural style blouses and plus-size daisy duke shorts, “What about these?”

Brooke was adamant, “Nope. I never wore that sort of stuff until I landed up in Huntsville.”

Gretel gazed over at Brooke; she could tell by the look in Brooke’s eyes that the additive that she put into the milk was starting to take effect.

“What about this?” Gretel asked as she tossed Brooke jumbo size panties.

Brooke quickly gazed at the panties and then threw them back into the box, “These must belong to somebody else. How fat do you think I was!”

Gretel’s voice was syrupy sweet, “Well from my recollection your figure had plenty of chub.”

Brooke spaced out for a moment, regaining her wits and with a funky grin, she mildly giggled, “I was carrying a few extra pounds but I wuz far from chubby.”

“Honey, I think we need a little chat”, Gretel affectionately warbled, “But first I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Brooke trailed behind Gretel as she walked out of the storage room, “Maybe sum other time, auntie. I have to get back to muh babies.”

Gretel didn’t bother turning around as she addressed Brooke in a determined tone, “Your babies are fine, Kayla has her sister looking after Melanie and ain’t Chuck by Kim’s. You needn’t worry, they be alright. Thing is we get your mind straight, the sooner the better.”

Brooke’s hips swayed from side to side as she waddled behind Gretel, “If you say so but I gotta admit, I don’t know what ya talking about.”

Gretel reached her spare bedroom, allowing Brooke to enter first.

“Nothing to alarm yourself about, Beulah”, Gretel calmly remarked.

The room looked just about the same as Brooke remember, after all this was where she was housed when she first arrived in Huntsville. Although once thing was out of the ordinary, there was a few candles set around the room.

Gretel immediately explained, “These candles have an aroma that have a soothing effect, they’ll help you to relax.”

Brooke wiped her eyes, “Ain’t you making a big deal about nothing?”

“I’ll be the judge of that”, Gretel sternly said as she began lighting the candles.

“Breathe in and deeply, Beulah, take off you’re clothes and climb into bed”, Gretel instructed her.

Brooke gawkily looked at Gretel, “Are you fer real?”

Gretel snapped her fingers, “Get a move on, this is for your benefit.”

Brooke removed every bit of clothing wit exception to her undergarments, that was until Gretel informed her, “Bra and panties too, young lady. I don’t want a stitch of clothing on ya. I want you perfectly relaxed as we speak.”

Brooke loudly sighed, her large boobs mildly bouncing as she unhooked her vanilla bra, then sitting down on the bed; she wiggled her plus-size matronly style panties down over her flabby thighs.

Just dropping her undergarments on the floor without concern, Brooke then crawled into bed.

“All comfy?” Gretel purred.

“Yup, but how long will this take?”

“Never you mind about that, Beulah”, Gretel’s tone a bit more harsh, “You just smell them candles and close yer eyes for a couple of minutes.”

Brooke obeyed Gretel, inhaling the candles pleasant fragrance; she closed her eyes until Gretel permitted her to open them.

Sitting on a chair beside the bed, Gretel warmly pitched her underhanded theory, “You’ve been on one diet or another since coming here, I swear I ain’t met another girl who goes up and down in weight like you.
Mind ya; I’m including yer pregnancy pounds too, though I’m flummox about all this gobbledygook about you wanting to lose weight.”

Brooke ran her hand over the slope of her bulbous belly, the rumpled sheet emphasizing its size, “My tummy is enormous, I look ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is your attitude, young lady”, Gretel bubbly answered back with the hint of a giggle. “You’re meant to be a heavy woman, why fight it?”

Brooke gaped at Gretel, needing to wait until she was able to collect her thoughts before responding.
“Um, you’ve been telling me that like, forever. Maybe I ain’t gonna be skinny again but I ain’t no cow.”

“And who gave you permission to speak?” Gretel cantankerously stated.

Brooke eased her face downward, apologizing in full submissiveness, “Sorry aunt Gretel, I was out of line.”

Gretel’s tone of voice and even her mannerism’s mellowed, and she calmly addressed Brooke.

“Think hard, young one. Remember when your sister picked you up from that state run boarding school after flunking out and_.”

Brooke couldn’t resist interrupting Gretel, setting her straight, “No, college, I wuz in college.”

Gretel benignly smiled, “More like a trade school than a college but let me finish and then I’ll give you the chance to talk.”

Brooke hesitated but agreed with a nod.

“I still remember you walking into the diner with your sister. You were going by that fancy nickname, Brooke, wearing a T-shirt and daisy duke shorts, and in a foul mood about being hungry. I’d say you were up around 175-pounds.”

Brooke vociferously exhaled, “Never, I wuz not 175-pounds.”

Gretel encouraged Brooke to close her eyes and visualize the scene.

“Remember, dear. Your belly fat squeezing sum over the waistband, your thighs rubbing together.”

In her mind Brooke saw herself, clad in a scruffy spaghetti string T-shirt, the material barely containing her big belly, her daisy duke shorts contouring to the shape and size of her chubby ass while revealing her plump thighs.

“Yup, I kinda remember, auntie”, Brooke nervously peeped. “Wuz I really that heavy?”

Gretel responded with a flat, “Yes.”

“If you were that heavy then what makes you think you’ll not get heavier, especially since you’ve done had two babies and living a comfortable life.”

Brooke held unto her convictions, “Still don’t mean that I have to get fatter…”

Gretel cracked an eye, gazing at Brooke, she unwaveringly and angrily pledged to herself, “Diet all you want, sugar plum, I’ll make it impossible for you to lose weight and because you’re so stubborn, I’ll get ya absurdly jumbo size, and in time, you won’t fret about it.”


“Well”, Gretel blissfully smiled, her agenda for Brooke already in the planning stage, “You diet all you like, I won’t stop ya. But be warned young Beulah that nature sometimes has a route that can’t be deterred. Be rebellious all you want, some things you have no influence over.”

Brooke resentfully gaped at Gretel.

“You take a nap now”, Gretel said as she waddled to the door, “Y’hear.”

Brooke loudly exhaled before closing her eyes and softly mumbling to herself, “Damn, she got me peg on becoming some kind of cow.”

Gretel hurried in the kitchen and began working on a bizarre concoction that would drastically amplify Brooke’s appetite to preposterous proportions and cause her fat cells to excessively multiply.

It was late in the evening when Gretel returned to the spare bedroom and resumed her attention on Brooke. Armed with a bucket and a hose, Gretel stood over the slumbering Brooke, her lips twisted into a sardonic grin. The bucket containing slop, a combination of chopped up pork, fish and chicken guts and milk, along with an odd tonic of Gretel’s own design.

“Hey Beulah, open yer eyes!” Gretel called out.
Brooke immediately opened her eyes, though it was obvious by the dull twinkle that she was in a trance.

Gretel set the bucket on the floor and placed the hose on the nightstand.

“Nod if ya hear me”, Gretel instructed Brooke.

Brooke nodded, the far away look in her eyes persisting.

Gretel adjusted Brooke’s head and shoulders, calmly speaking to her, “This will be over soon, like you’ll really notice. Just keep dreaming young lady, I’ll relate a few interesting things to ya shortly.”

Once Brooke was in an essentially seated position, Gretel inched the bucket closer to the bed and then deposited one end of the rubber hose into it. Gretel subsequently placed the other end into Brooke’s mouth, and then called out in a demanding tone, “Suck! Suck hard!”

Brooke’s eyes grew wide as the slop left the tube and entered her mouth. Swallowing hard, the slop traveling down her throat and into her stomach.

Gretel gently massaged Brooke’s tummy, sweetly encouraging her to ingest the slop.

This took a few minutes, Brooke thoroughly unaware of this phenomenon, breathing through her nose, sucking away the contents in the bucket. Once Brooke had finally finished, Gretel removed the hose from her lips and then cleaned up her mouth.

Gretel inched herself over Brooke’s body, practically snarling as her lips reached Brooke’s ear.
“You hear me know, don’t ya, Beulah?”

Brooke sighed with a nod.

Gretel placed one hand on top of Brooke’s belly as she calculatingly strummed her subconscious.
“Ah young one, you’re determined to lose weight. Seems there’s a bit of vanity still about you, being a woman of size is simply horrendous to your ideals. Wage this battle with yer weight all you like, diet the best you can. But understand this, when you realize that losing weight is a pointless endeavor, concede to your size and more. Have no doubts about being heavy, girls like you are regularly fat. Fat and fatter, won’t bother you the least, be as your friends Kim and the others, comfortable and blissful no matter what you weigh.”

Gretel thought for a brief moment before adding another remark, “Now Vance surely finds you attractive no matter how big you get, that’s very plain. Be mindful of your wifely duties, remember he’s your boss, the heavier you get, the more docile and submissive you’ll be.”

Once Gretel cleared the bucket and hose out of the room, she returned to the kitchen and diligently prepared another batch of buttermilk especially for Brooke.

“Such a grand day it’ll be!”, Gretel began to sing as she stirred her special brew into the pitcher of buttermilk, “Be as a barn, docile and tame, no vanity or shame, strutting around in plus size gowns!”
…………. …………… ………… ……………….

Brooke opened her eyes to Kayla delicately shaking her.

Still groggy, Brooke rubbed the side of her face, her yawn exaggerating the width of her double chin. “What’z going on?” Brooke asked, her voice drenched with fatigued.

Kayla rolled up the sleeves of her cute cotton blouse, a dazzling smile on her face, “Your auntie instructed me to give ya a sponge bath, no big deal.”

“I be here all night?” Brooke asked.

“Yup!” Kayla chirped, “It’s totally cool so don’t worry bout your children, they in good hands.”

Kayla peeled the sheet away from Brooke’s chubby body; Brooke feeling quite embarrassed about being seen naked at her size tried to pull the sheets back, though in her drained condition was no match for Kayla.

“You needn’t be fussy, Beulah, make no difference to me seeing you naked, I ain’t no lesbian.”

Brooke winced as Kayla began washing her, “I kin do this myself!”

Kayla giggled, “I’m being paid for minding Gretel and that I’ll do. Now you just relax.”

Brooke wouldn’t cooperate and tried to push Kayla’s hand away, causing Kayla to chide her, “You be behaving proper and let me wash you!”

Brooke grumbled in foul language, Kayla grabbing her spongy upper arm, answering back as she tightly squeezed the flabby tissue, “I’m in charge of you until Gretel says otherwise. Now act like a lady or else I won’t bring you your breakfast!”

Brooke’s stomach released a loud gurgling sound and she instantly began too drool. Brooke nasally sighed and sneered at Kayla, “Whatever!”

Although it was a strenuous maneuver to wash Brooke, Kayla finished the task within 15-minutes.
As Brooke was about to climb out of bed, Kayla shot back at her with glaring eyes.
“No you don’t! You stay put! I’ll bring you your victuals!”

“What the heck”, Brooke thought to herself, eating in bed was a luxury that she willingly agreed too.

However, Brooke didn’t agree to being feed and heatedly protested.

“This is ridiculous! I kin feed myself.”

Kayla once again told Brooke that she was obliged to obey Gretel’s orders.

Brooke had no choice but allowed Kayla to feed her.

Oatmeal, sausages and green beans in some kind of thick gravy.

Brooke might have felt worn out but she consumed the meal with old fashion spunk.

“You relax and nap a little, later on you’ll have a visitor”, Kayla chimed.

Brooke still harped, “How long do I like, be expected to be here?”

“Until Gretel says its okay for me to drive you home”, said Kayla.

“And whose calling on me?” Brooke then questioned.

“Your sister”, Kayla replied, “She asked to see you and Gretel agreed.”

Brooke carped with a dumbfounded expression, “What the hell does she want?”

Kayla eyed Brooke with full blown annoyance, “How would I know?”

Kayla then strolled out of the room.

…….. ……. ……… ……..

It wasn’t so difficult for Brooke to fall asleep, her full tummy helping her along.

Hours later Rhonda happened by and with a shrill of laughter brought Brooke out of her slumber.

Rhonda looked better than average, from what Brooke remembered.

Although Rhonda’s hair looked a bit windswept curling over the top of her shoulders and with an excessive amount of makeup over her pudgy face, Brooke couldn’t deny that Rhonda looked rather attractive in a white trash sort of way. The short sleeved denim blouse and baggy stone-washed jeans seemed to compliment Rhonda’s fuller figure, a style neither female would ever dream of wearing back in Manhattan. Though the garments looked completely natural given the low-brow environment in which they now lived.

Brooke couldn’t help but notice the young man standing next to Rhonda. Garbed in a black T-shirt with the ESPN emblem over his chest and dark blue jeans, Rhonda introduced him as Fletcher before frivolously stating, “This is muh sister, Beulah, in her natural habitat.”

Brooke inched herself upward, holding the sheet against her billowing breasts, “You know you could have waited for me to get out of bed and dressed before seeing company.”

“So what“, Rhonda replied, “You probably spend half the day in bed anyway.”

Brooke gawked at Rhonda, “Not true!”

Rhonda giggled then turned to Fletcher, “Beulah here ain’t used to meeting such cool good looking guys, she’s used to fat hillbillys who are lazier than her.”

Brooke looked over to Fletcher, “I apologize for meeting you this way, had I knew my sister was setting me up with you I’d surely have made myself look more personable.”

Rhonda slanted her body next to Fletcher while he wrapped his arm around her chunky waist, “Nope, sorry fatso but Fletch is my main man!”

A startled Brooke sounded off, “What? He be muh age not yours!”

“I’m not so much younger than you!” Rhonda humorously smirked, “Anyhow, I just thought I’d swing by so you could meet him.”

“You’re old enough to be his ma!” Brooke screeched.

“Jealous are we?” Rhonda giggled.

Fletcher smiled at Brooke and conveyed in full conviction, “I just want to say that I’m really fond of your sister and my intentions are on the square. I never met a woman as special as her and, well she’s sensational!”

“Sensational at what”, Brooke snidely remarked, “Being a cougar.”

Rhonda smirked, responding with a smarmy giggle, she then turned to Fletcher, “Mind visiting auntie and Kayla, I’ll join ya in a minute.”

“Sure, honey”, Fletcher dutifully smiled, “I understand, sister talk.”

“Huh-uh, that’s right sugar”, Rhonda commented as she playfully swatted Fletcher’s rump.

Fletcher grinned at Rhonda then addressed Brooke, “It was nice meeting you, Beulah. I’m sure I’ll see ya around.”

Fletcher then left the bedroom, permiting Rhonda some private time with Brooke.

Rhonda flung her hand over her hip, her voice steaming with condescension.

“Well now Brooke or is it that you prefer being called Beulah now!”

Brooke coldly glared at Rhonda, “What does it matter to you!”

“Nothing sweetie”, Rhonda venomously smiled, “Ain’t it something, back in the city it made you crazy mad when the young fella’s preferred my company to yours, and now I’m deep in romance with a guy yer age!”

Brooke pawned it off like it didn’t bother her, “Yeah, so what. Fletcher’s just another white trash loser. Big deal.”

“Like that dough boy hillbilly you setting house with is any better”, Rhonda lobbed it right back at Brooke, “Flect is amazing in bed and goes overboard showing me attention. I needn’t have to shop elsewhere for male companionship, making a whore out of myself.”

Brooke’s jaw dropped, “What? I’m a whore now? You’re like a total bimbo from what I heard.”

Brooke’s comment didn’t bother Rhonda at all, and she laughed before responding, “Jealous fat chicks always call us popular gals bimbos.”

“You ain’t so skinny yer-self, Louise!” Brooke rifled back.

Rhonda brought her hand over Brooke’s belly, “Ain’t ya getting round, and big, bigger than I suspected. But yer old man probably doesn’t mind since he’s such a never do well, what other gal would have him.”

“Vance likes me just fine!” Brooke screeched, “Dang, he’s all about me.”

Rhonda slowly backed away toward the door, “He’s so pleasing, that’s why you need sex from other men.”

Brooke nervously peeped, “How much do you know?”

“Ah, don’t be having kittens blubber woman, I won’t say a lick to fat boy about you spending time with that trucker. I admire what he’s done to you, getting you so fat that between us, you’re out of my league.”

Brooke sneered, “Have you seen your ass lately!”

Rhonda chuckled, “Nope but Flect don’t mind it. Nice seeing you, I have to hurry out of here now and have some sex with my cool - younger - boyfriend!”

Brooke began inching herself out of bed, wanting too continue the argument, however, not a shred of clothing was available and she resumed her position in bed.

“Shit! I’m gonna get skinny again and leave that big cow here whilst I go back to Manhattan…” Brooke paused as she angrily pouted.

“I’z from Manhattan?” Brooke’s wrath somehow stirring her memory, “Sure enough…”

Brooke tossed and turned thinking over her former lifestye although the murkiness of her mind made it such a challenge that she sniffled in defeat, “What does it matter now, I’m huge, have two babies and living like a hillbilly….”

Meanwhile, after a quick visit with Gretel, Rhonda and Fletcher drove out to Moe’s for a few beers before mating.

“I think yer sister wuz very shocked to see you courting me!” Fletcher admitted at one point.

Rhonda smiled back, “Sure wuz, and revenge is so hot and sweet! Can’t wait to get ready for part two!”

Fletcher eased his arm around Rhonda’s shoulder, “You make me awfully horny when you get mischievous!”

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[Matt L.]

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A short while after Rhonda and Fletcher had left Gretel’s cottage, the gypsy along with Kayla entered the spare bedroom where Brooke was laying in bed.

Brooke was still in a foul mood over the visit where Rhonda deliberately showed off her new boyfriend. She callously glared at the females and cantankerously spoke her mind, “Rhonda is so stupid dating a younger guy, he only likes her because she’s a bimbo!”

Gretel quietly whispered to Kayla who nodded then left the room.

“Why you so alarmed coz Louise got herself a new fella?” Gretel questioned in a teasingly manner.

“Like, she’s old enough to be his ma!” Brooke answered back.

Gretel pulled over a chair and took a seat next to Brooke, “I hardly think yer sister is old enough to be his ma. Louise can’t be none older than 30, I mean there’s only like ten years difference between you and Louise.”

Brooke scratched her head, her nose twitching while in thought.
“Um, that can’t be right, auntie. Wuzn’t I like 21 or something when I got here?”

“I think you hardly wuz 18 years old, sweetie”, Said Gretel holding back her smirk.
“Remember you had just dropped out of that boarding school.”

Brooke sighed, “Um, well I done me a lick of thinking after Rhon…I mean Louise left, somethings don’t make sense.”

Gretel calmly sized things up, “You be a bit frazzled coz you hungry, I sent Kayla to grab ya something to snack on before lunch, it’ll help ya think sounder.”

Although still wanting to maintain a healthier diet and even more anxious to lose weight, the stress did arouse Brooke’s appetite and she needed to feed. Thus she conceded, “Yeah, sum food would do me swell bout now.”

“I thought so”, Gretel pondered to herself, “My prize sow couldn’t stop eating if she wanted too.”

Brooke tightly hugged the flimsy sheet that covered her voluptuous figure, the linens profoundly exhibiting the absolute roundness of her big belly.

“But like, I remember going to school with my friend, Sharon, we weren’t in high school then, I think.
It was some college, wasn’t it?”

Gretel was adamant in twisting Brooke’s fuzzy memory into knots, “Yes, that Sharon gal was your friend so too speak. She won some kind of fancy scholarship or something to be a model and wuz going to hire you as her assistant or was she fixing on you being her maid.”

Brooke’s voice creaked, increasing in volume as she spoke, “No, me and her were both gonna be models.”

Gretel cracked an ambiguous grin, “I do declare you said something bout wishing you were thin like Sharon. Yeah that’s accurate, so you could join her in the modeling biz.”

However, Gretel’s timbre took on a syrupy mode and she gently brushed her hand over Brooke’s forearm, “But darling, wouldn’t you say that Sharon was just humoring you.”

“Pardon me?” Brooke squeaked.

“Well given you were some plump package, Sharon didn’t have the heart to let you down coz the odds of you losing enough weight to model was against you.”

Brooke’s rubbery features twisted in anxiety, “Whoa auntie, I’m not sure that’s the case.”

Gretel purposely ignored Brooke’s comment and continued to fill her mind with a bogus history, “You can’t really blame Sharon, she just put a positive spin on your chances for losing weight to make you happy, all along certain that if anything you were prone to become heavier.”

Brooke cradled her belly and whined, “No…. No, auntie, nothing like that….”

“I do recollect you saying that a few times Sharon made you feel inadequate because of your weight, making catty remarks about your looks and size”, Gretel coolly rattled off.

“I don’t remember anything like that?” Brooke awkwardly uttered.

The bedroom door opened and Kayla waltzed in carrying a large bowl.

“Ah, here’s yer snack!” Gretel melodiously chimed, “You’ll feel much better once you’ve eaten!”

Kayla handed Brooke the large bowl along with a soup spoon, “This should hold ya until lunch!”

Brooke’s eyes grew wide as she looked over the contents of the bowl; ice cream, bananas with chocolate syrup and beef gravy.


Gretel grinned as she observed Brooke consuming the snack without question, and in a greedy manner. “Diet, I think not”, Gretel construed to herself, “The girl’s a hog!”

“Ain’t ya gonna thank Kayla for making you this snack?” Gretel said in a strict fashion.

Brooke half-smiled in embarrassment, “Shucks, sorry, auntie. Thank ya kindly, Kayla.”

Gretel stood up and with Kayla, advanced toward the door, “You just relax, take a nap after yer done and we’ll chat sum mo later.”

Brooke’s mouth was far too packed with the ice cream to verbally comment, thus she nodded with a wide goofy smile.

Brooke gobbled up the meal in her usual sloppy style, her memory contaminated by Gretel’s persuasive version of her history.

Several hours later Gretel returned to Brooke who was napping.

“Girls like you are bound to be fat”, Gretel serenely warbled, “Once you realize that dieting is useless, concede to the destiny you cannot escape.”

Although slumbering, Gretel’s remark reached Brooke’s subconscious and she smiled.

Gretel waited a few minutes then stirred Brooke into consciousness.

“Hey, Beulah”, Gretel sweetly hummed. “I’ll have Kayla bring you some clothes and then I’ll have her drive you back home.”
Brooke opened her eyes, her smile matching Gretel’s, “That’s cool.”

Brooke scratched her tummy and droned, “Think I could have a snack first before I leave? I’m terribly hungry.”

“And what about yer diet?” Gretel inquired, “I’ll see about making you something healthy to munch on.”

A goofy grin latched unto Brooke’s cute face, “Well yeah, I still have a hankering to diet but I wuz thinking something sweet. You have any mo donuts?”

Gretel giggled, “I sure do, honey! What about a few and maybe a spot of pudding?”

Brooke concurred, “Yeah, sure. I’ll just put my diet on hold fer now.”

Gretel hobbled toward the door, “Kayla be here in a jiffy, see ya in the kitchen.”

It wasn’t very long before Kayla entered the bedroom carrying Brooke’s garments rolled up in a ball. “Here ya go, Beulah.”

Brooke tossed off the soiled sheet and grabbed hold of the clothing which she placed on the bed.
At a snail’s pace Brooke slowly advanced to the edge of the bed, her portly belly protruding outward, her chunky thighs nudging together. Brooke held one arm over her boobs as she maneuvered herself out of bed and then in a clumsy manner began to dress.

Kayla noticed the utterly maladroit manner in which Brooke began putting on her clothes and volunteered to give her a hand. Brooke unconditionally refused although Kayla helped her anyway.

Brooke’s blubbery belly jiggled as Kayla adjusted Brooke’s stretchy panties, the pronounced bulge below the waistband was nothing compared to the blubbery dome that distended outward in absolute roundness. Kayla politely asked Brooke to turn around as she helped her with the bra. Her melons had increased in size but the tissue was extremely soft.

“There you go”, Kayla bubbly announced as she finished snapping the bra.
Kayla continued speaking in an upbeat tone as she helped Brooke into her top and sweatpants.

“Yeah girl, maybe you’re a bit thick but honey I just have to say, you’re as pretty as they come.”

Brooke crinkled her nose, her double chin expanding, “Huh?”

“Not many gals can pull it off the way you do”, Kayla chirped, “You have a natural beauty that isn’t hindered by your size!”

Obviously Kayla was coached by Gretel, in actuality she considered Brooke mildly pretty at best and much too beefy to be attractive to most men.

However, Brooke bought what Kayla was selling, the reassuring remarks causing her to smile, “Aw, that’s awfully sweet of you to say but really, ain’t I kinda big?”

“Nah, maybe you’re chubby but totally beautiful”, Kayla happily noted.

Once Brooke was completely dressed, Kayla took a comb to her hair and then led her into the kitchen.

Gretel had arranged a modest snack of a few donuts, pudding and buttermilk, mingling in a style fitting most aunts and nieces before she had Kayla drive Brooke back to her trailer.


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Brooke settled back in her domestic world of showering her babies with attention and carrying on with her chores. Kim and Amber made frequent visits, keeping her company while Vance was away, as did Fawn and Annie. Although Brooke made an attempt in eating healthier in order to lose weight, she found herself nibbling on anything and everything whenever there was a lull in her day or during the evening when watching TV.

Brooke credited this to boredom as well as missing Vance but leave it to Joliet to come up with a solution.

“Remember when we discussed having a girl’s night out”, Joliet peeped as she sat at the kitchen table observing Brooke washing the dishes.

“Yeah”, Brooke buzzed as she turned around and faced her friend.

Joliet sipped her beer then relinquished her thoughts, “Well me and my friends are going out to this biker bar, you should join us. Give ya a chance to sow yer wild oats while Vance is off and away.”

Brooke giggled, “Ya think?”

“Why sure”, Joliet breezily responded, “You deserve a break from your routine, get all gussy up and have some fun. What ya think?”

Brooke nodded, “Damn, yeah! I’ve been holed up here since Vance been gone; having a beer with the ladies would certainly remedy my boredom which is why I’ve been eating like a pig. Sure, I’ll join ya.”

Joliet shared the details, it would be Friday night, they would go out at around midnight, and the bar was a short distance out of Huntsville.

“Alright, I’ll have Kim watch muh babies over night at her place, I’m sure she’ll be glad to do it!” Brooke giddily remarked.

Joliet nodded as she scrutinized Brooke’s appearance.

Brooke’s brown hair a tousled mess, her overly well-fed figure in a frumpy looking housedress. Looking every bit the typical trailer trash housewife and a few years older than her rightful age.

“You know”, Joliet warmly uttered with a comical smile, “This bar is a rowdy place, a hot spot for adult fun and mischief if you know what I mean.”

Brooke pulled out a chair and parked her large round duff, “You don’t have to convince me, I’m game fer going.”

Joliet sipped her beer and lit a smoke, “Yeah, you’ll be joining us girls but we’re gonna give your looks an overhaul so you’ll fit in with the cliental.”

Brooke snorted with laughter, “Shucks, Joliet, I have been looking a little worn out, why the hell not!”

“You’ll look outrageous after we done through with you”, Joliet squeakily giggled.



And thus, Brooke arranged for Kim to look after her babies overnight and all the essentials were put in place.

…… …… …… ……….



Friday rolled on by and Joliet stopped by Brooke’s trailer along with her friends Serena and Jennifer.

Stereotypical white trash females, Serena’s long strawberry blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, her figure somewhat plump with a noticeably beer belly and wide hips while her demeanor was cheerful and spunky. Jennifer’s mane was black with streaks of red, her slender figure appeared almost flawless, her personality charming despite being an air-head.
Both females had some body art and multiple earrings and their wardrobe was especially cheap as well as flamboyant.

Brooke felt a tinge uncomfortable since she was the heaviest member of their party. And, just a tad envious.

Jennifer and Serena promptly welcomed Brooke into their circle and treated her like she had been their friend for years.

Beers were opened and Joliet and the other girls went to work on Brooke, first off they dyed her hair a radical shade of blond, adding pink streaks and then putting her mane into twisted pigtails.
Brooke’s wardrobe would have been next but Joliet surprised her with a sensational idea.

“Got ya something, honey”, Joliet enthusiastically chimed as she directed Brooke to the bed.
“I got ya a little nose ring, nothing too fancy but it’ll make ya look smart.”

Brooke was a little apprehensive, “A nose ring? Now? What will Vance say when he sees me with it?”

Joliet approached Brooke, “Just say it was a spur of the moment impulse but you did it for him.”

Brooke shrugged her shoulders, “I guess.”

Serena strolled over, presenting Brooke with the tiny silver colored ring, “Don’t worry, Beulah. I do this all the time, you won’t feel a thing.”

Serena then went to work, eventually inserting the hardly dime sized ring into Brooke’s left nostril.

Brooke did like it and thanked the girls for the gift.

Jennifer pointed out that a few tattoos would be in Brooke’s favor as well, and even though Brooke was on board with the suggestion, it was a little late in the game for more body art. Although she did show off the marijuana leaf on her backside.

Joliet then presented Brooke with a sleeveless denim top, black T-shirt and matching black slacks.

“I was a bit iffy bout your size”, said Joliet as she handed the garments to Brooke, “But I think you ought to wear something basically new fer the night out.”

Brooke smiled, “Aw, I appreciate the gift but you ought’n of gone too the hassle.”

Joliet giggled, “It’s not no gift, sorry honey. I borrowed these from Ken’s mom.”

Brooke blinked, “Ohhhh!”

“Don’t worry; you’ll look sweeter than crap!” Joliet chuckled, “Now get going so we can put on our makeup after you is dressed.”

Brooke put on the clothes that kind of worked in her favor.

The denim vest was in the best possible shape despites years of wear, the V-neck T-shirt bestowed a generous peak at Brooke’s amply-endowed hooters and the slacks seemed to compliment her swollen backside. However, the garments couldn’t masquerade her portly belly or chubby thighs.

“I wouldn’t worry bout a thing”, Jennifer persuaded Brooke, “Most of the guys will be so drunk, you’ll look fifty pounds lighter.”

Brooke crinkled her nose, about to share her doubts when Joliet spoke over her, “Jenny’s logic ain’t so far off but being point up with the fixings, lots of bikers don’t mind a woman with some extra pounds.”

“Main thing is”, Serena pitched in her opinion, “Be a little sassy and you’ll be surprised at the the results.”

Brooke nodded in agreement.

The four females took turns helping each other with their makeup, all of them looking a definite form of tawdry. Once Brooke put on her tacky miniature hoop earrings, the girls boarded Serena’s van and drove out to the biker bar.

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The bar was located a short drive out of Huntsville. A large dark brown building that was once a grocery store. A few bikers and truck drivers hanging out in the gravel parking lot, a few scantily clad females keeping them company.

“Now remember, darling”, Joliet confided to Brooke as they entered the bar, “What happens here stays between us, Ken or Vance don’t need to know a thing.”

Brooke nodded with a goofy smile, Jennifer playfully elbowing Brooke’s belly, “We come here every so often, so just hang loose and stay with us, you’ll blend in like a regular.”

The bar wasn’t anything special to look at, crummy looking furniture, a jukebox in the corner and ceiling fans circulating the cigarette smoke over the crowd. Most of the patrons were bikers and their chicks, along with a motley group of white trash hooligans and various truckers.
The females ranged in all shapes and sizes, the majority slim or at least borderline slender.
Though there were indeed some plump and chubby gals, Brooke was probably one of the heaviest females in the rough - sordid establishment.

It only took a few minutes for Brooke’s over the top white trash personality to surface. Just like at the diner, she deliberately flirted with a few guys, making use of her buxom rack in the manner in which she manipulated her stance and talked like a ditz.

Serena had disappeared with some biker; Jennifer was on the dance floor with another while Joliet and Brooke were talking to a pair of rednecks.

There was one guy off at a corner of the bar talking to his cronies. Bald with a long gray mustache, he was several years older than Brooke, perhaps in his upper fifties. Brawny and attired in a leather vest and blue jeans, his body completely covered in tattoos.

The tattoos caught Brooke’s fancy, and he couldn’t help notice her looking directly at him.

The man broke company with his pals and advanced toward Brooke. Brooke held back her smile but it was obvious her eyes were all over him.

“I’m Tom”, the biker smiled, his voice gruff but a morsel of gentleness breaking through.

Brooke inched herself away from Joliet and the guys, her finger strumming the beer bottle as she gazed over Tom, “I’m Beulah. I wuz just admiring your tattoos.”

Tom shook his head, “Yes ma’am, I have quite a bit of work. How bout you?”

Brooke stood in an unambiguously sensual stance, projecting her boobs outward and her hand over her hip.

“I have one, like to get more”, Brooke answered back in a positively girlie-girl tone as she fluttered her eyes.

Tom’s lips curled, his eyes skimming Brooke’s figure, “You have a body that is just made for them. Where is it, can I have a look?”

Brooke cupped her beer with both hands in which she held between her cleavage and she swayed her hips, “It’s basically over my ass, so I think we’re in a bad spot to show it off.”

“Let’s go round back”, Tom suggested, “Unless you’re shy about it.”

Brooke snickered in a bimbo tone, “Damn, if I was that shy honey, I wouldn’t be here.”

Turning to Joliet, Brooke silently mouthed that she would be back in a minute; Joliet winked back with a naughty grin.

“Oh, you’re just nasty”, Brooke laughed and then traveled outside the bar with Tom.

They made tracks down a tapering trail behind the bar where Brooke shamelessly exposed her tattoo to Tom. Tom wasn’t the least bit inhibited about brushing his fingers against the marijuana leaf design over Brooke’s fat coated backside.

“I like it, very nice”, Tom commented with a sugary smile.

Brooke adjusted the T-shirt downward as she spun around, “Touching it is going to cost ya a beer.”

Tom held his hands to his waist, “A beer, I can do better than that. You actually smoke the stuff or what?”

Brooke let loose a rip roaring squeal, placing both hands over Tom’s burly chest, “What ya think!”

“I have a stash at my place, some very first-rate shit”, said Tom as he steered his eyes from Brooke’s face to her rack and back to her face.

Brooke couldn’t help notice Tom’s enticement and she grinned like a certifiable air-head, “How far away is yer place, sweetie?”

“Not far”, Tom boldly announced, “Maybe 15-minutes away.”

“Then what are we waiting fer?” Brooke’s giggle concluding with a snort.

Tom brought his arm around Brooke’s shoulder and they walked to his motorcycle in unison.

“My thighs have gotten so fat”, Brooke excruciatingly squeaked as she boarded the bike behind Tom.

Tom chuckled before reassuring Brooke, “Nah, you’re fine, baby. Don’t worry a thing.”

Brooke tightly hugged Tom’s waist, “That’s what my friends say!”

“You should listen to your friends!” Tom called out as they sped away.

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It took a little less than 15-minutes to reach Tom’s apartment complex, a tall brick building located among other similar looking structures in a blatantly socially disadvantaged community.

Tom lived on the top floor and without an elevator, the out of shape Brooke huffed and puffed as she ambled up the dirty stairwell that was littered with empty beer cans and liquor bottles.

Ultimately reaching Tom’s apartment, he chivalrously opened the door for her.

The place was quite bleak, old furniture but with a state of the art brand new flat screen TV.

Brooke didn’t find the impoverished community where Tom lived or his foul - filthy flat at all unpleasant. Living in almost complete poverty herself rid Brooke of her expectations, this was the correct existence for poor white trash and menial laborers. A few years ago Brooke would have been horrified, now it was no big deal. For Beulah this was perfectly normal.

“My roommate’s gone for the weekend, so we won’t be disturbed”, Tom casually stated as he walked into his bedroom. Brooke walked behind Tom, her eyes surveying the filthy curtains and various girlie and biker magazines tossed about as well as a few roaches.

The bed was in a complete mess with the bed sheets trailing off the bed, the dresser was obviously an antique while a dirty throw rug was situated on the floor.

Tom took a small zip-lock bag from out of the draw and began rolling a joint.

“You’ll like this, baby”, Tom grinned, “Yup, it’ll do you like nothing you ever had before.”

Brooke held her hand to her hips, “Yeah, the stuff I usually smoke is crap but at least it gives me a high.”

Tom tilted his head, gazing over Brooke, he began flattering her appearance, “Those pigtails really do ya justice, shows off your pretty face, I like yer get up too, very feminine.”

“I could stand too lose a few pounds”, Brooke chuckled, “But thanks for noticing.”

Tom lit the joint and then after taking a drag, handed the joint to Brooke.

“You look just fine, baby”, Tom uttered with conviction, “Some big chicks are sexy, you’re totally hot by my opinion.”

Brooke coughed a couple times as she inhaled, eventually handing the joint back to Tom.

“I’z couldn’t help but noticing yer reading material, I look nothing like those babes.”

“Oh”, Tom said between tokes, “They is my roommate’s, not that I don’t look through them myself but I’m know that beauty shouldn’t be limited to how much a girl weighs and shit like that.”

Brooke smiled before taking an extended drag of the weed.

“I wish other guys were as smart as you”, Brooke smiled.

Brooke nasally sighed as she took in Tom’s body, in perfect physical condition, especially for a man his age; she felt terribly aroused and placed her hand over his shoulder.

They passed the joint back and forth a few more times until the moment felt right and they embraced in a long kiss.

A sufficient amount of courage pounced through Tom and he tenderly cupped Brooke’s breast.
Brooke leaned her cushy belly into Tom, wrapping both her hands behind his neck as the kissing ensured in intensity.

Remaining clothed from the waist up, the pair took their sexual activity to the next level.

Brooke readily let Tom enter her doggy-style, her blubbery ass quivering in motion as he plunged his manhood deeply inside of her. Breathing heavily, between a few groans, Brooke’s thick thighs spread out as far as possible. Tom’s thrusts became deeper, his fingers latched onto Brooke’s hips, rocking her in a chaotic style that she duly found agreeable. Tom was rougher than Vance or Milo and that much more intense. Once letting loose his package, Tom playfully swatted Brooke’s big ass, “There ya go, baby cakes!”

Brooke rolled her eyes and squealed in a bimbo tone, “Baby cakes!”

Tom took a step back, pulling up his shorts and then his pants, “The nickname seems fitting for you, babe.”

Brooke struggled a bit pulling her panties upward over her swollen thighs, acknowledging Tom with a delightful grin, “Aw, that’s about the sweetest nickname I ever had.”

Tom eyed Brooke as she then brought her slacks upward with less difficulty, her paunchy belly jiggling like jell-o as she adjusted the waistband.

“You had other nicknames?”

Brooke shook her head, announcing with a funky grin, “Sum people used to call me Brooke.”

Tom laughed out loud, “Brooke! That’s some kind of a fancy nickname for a simple chick like you.”

Brooke’s sentimental smile puffed up her doughy double chin, “That wuz a long time ago_.”

Tom approached Brooke, gently squeezing her upper arm, he civilly smiled, “Maybe those folks were pulling fun at you coz rich snobby gals usually go by Brooke. Beulah is more natural for you but I’ll just call ya baby cakes.”

“Baby cakes needs a big kiss”, Brooke squeaked, and Tom obliged her.

On their journey down the several flights of stairs, Tom brought up the idea of Brooke getting more tattoos.

“I can see ya shoulders covered and something classy on your boob, something on your neck too_.”

Brooke rowdily giggled, “Like, I sure so want em but I can’t hardly afford one at a time.”

“Yeah, I know that but I have a friend who does them, they ain’t the best but cheap.”

“Well then Tommy, how can I refuse!” Brooke chirped.

Reaching the ground floor and leaving the squalor of a building, Tom pitched the idea, “Then I’ll give him a call, have him see ya tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Brooke questioned, “That soon, I mean like, I donno what’z I’m doing tomorrow.”

Tom paused in his tracks, his tone affectionate once removed, “Stay the night, this way I can arrange for you to meet him tomorrow.”

Brooke held her hand to belly, tilting her head as she thought it over, “Wow, will we be doing more of what we did?”

Tom’s grin was a sufficient answer.

Brooke giggled, “Then mister, why the hell not.”

Tom and Brooke then boarded his motorcycle and rode back to the bar.

Brooke never gave it a second thought about spending the night with a man she just met. A man several decades older than her. Maybe Brooke was being a little selfish, pawning off her babies to her friends, thinking of herself. However, Brooke wanted to, actually needed to execute her feminine wilds, wanting to feel attractive and desirable. Vance was duly attracted to Brooke and she knew it but the hillbilly was satisfied with her appearance, no matter how heavy she’d become, he’d fine her alluring. Besides this, Brooke enjoyed sex, and she wanted it bad. Vance was indeed capable in his own way; Brooke simply took the opportunities while he was away.

There were no stares or nasty gapes at Brooke as she strolled into the bar with Tom. Plus size biker chicks weren’t exactly uncommon but mostly she had assimilated into the white trash / red neck culture, and though she encountered some prejudice due to her size, she uniformly fit in.

Joliet and Jennifer greeted Brooke almost immediately; Serena was hanging out with other friends on the far side of the bar.

“Shit, damn!” Joliet blurted, “I thought you had left for the night!”

Brooke briefly turned to Tom before addressing Joliet in an unadulterated air head tone, “Well I’ll talk with ya bout that later, honey. I’m ready fer a beer.”

“You better hurry up”, Jennifer informed Brooke with a ridiculously wide grin, and “They’re about ready to stop the alcohol until after the wet T-shirt contest.”

Brooke was stumped, her voice still resonating a bimbo timbre, “Wet T-shirt! I heard of em but never seen one.”

Tom chuckled, “First prize is fifty dollars, it’ll set you up fer a tattoo with some spare change if you’d win.”

Brooke swayed her corpulent figure into Tom’s direction, a high pitched squeak to her voice as her fingertips grazed her breasts, “With these babies I’m prone too win!”

“Then let’s get you signed up before it’s too late”, Said Tom.

Tom escorted Brooke through the crowd and up to the bar where she registered for the contest. From there Brooke was brought to a backroom where a female employee allowed Brooke to remove her vest and the top that she arrived in. Brooke was then given a standard white V-neck T-shirt and had the option of sprucing up her cosmetics.

Brooke did more than change into the T-shirt but removed her bra as well.
Now on the spongy side and dipping a trace downward, Brooke’s heavy hooters flooded the shirt’s cheap material in an ostentatious manner. She then spruced up her cosmetics to the extreme, effectively manufacturing the look of an authentic bimbo.

It was then that Brooke joined four other females out to the small makeshift stage area where a bar patron doused their jugs with water.

Brooke was the heaviest female in the contest; two of them were slender, one marginally plump while the other female was practically skinny.

Brooke was fourth in line and she strutted out to center stage at her turn. The bar patron, another biker, equipped with a pitcher of water silently poured the fluid over Brooke’s breasts. Brooke giggled at the onset, then intentionally shook her knockers causing them to bounce.
The catcalls that echoed throughout the room prompted Brooke to haul up the T-shirt and bare her naked boobs to the crowd. The crowd applauded, Brooke once again jiggled her breasts before resuming her position in line.

Brooke failed to win but Tom was impressed with her on stage antics, as was Joliet who cheered her courage in joining the contest.

“Nice try”, said Joliet, “I have to admit, you’re full of surprises.”

Brooke acknowledged Joliet with a hug and then explained that she was going to spend the night with Tom at his place. Joliet pledged that it would be their secret and not to worry, she wouldn’t let Vance or anyone else know. Adding that, “I’ll pick up your babies tomorrow from Kim’s and watch them at your place until you get back.”

After another beer, Brooke waddled out of the bar with Tom.


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[Matt L.]

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It was a nice hygienic diner where Brooke and Tom entertained their appetites before returning to his apartment. Nothing like the dump where she worked, the menus weren’t even sticky.

There was a time when Brooke looked her nose down at females who excessively partied, dressed in a tawdry fashion and readily engaged in one night stands.

Brooke referred to them as bimbos, the ranks of which she had joined.

Brooke couldn’t hold back her appetite; Tom wasn’t surprised given Brooke’s size but kept quiet on the subject and voluntarily enabled her to order whatever she liked.

Hamburgers soaked in gravy - cornbread - cheese sticks - hash browns.

Brooke continually jutted out her breasts during the goofy chatter between her and Tom, talking in an exaggerated girlie-girl tone and smiling like an air-head.
Brooke recognized the stare in the waitress’s eyes that broadcast her opinion of Brooke, BIMBO.
And Brooke wasn’t concerned.

There was another bout of sex once they returned to Tom’s apartment located in an impoverished neighborhood. Brooke’s sex drive was as voracious as her appetite; however Tom managed to suitably please her. They cuddled together and slowly drifted off in each others arms.

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The next day Tom surprised Brooke with coffee and donuts, letting her eat in bed as he left his apartment to find his friend and arrange a new tattoo for her.

It was around noon when Tom returned with his friend, Fred Hanson.
Fred was a thin young man with brown hair and clothed in a black T-shirt and slacks.
Upon making the introductions, Brooke softly asked for a little privacy to get dressed.
No dice as Tom informed Brooke, “Nah, just keep on your undergarments so Fred can inspect your body better.”

Brooke didn’t feel at all uncomfortable with the request and willingly stood in front of Fred in just her bra and panties.

Tom stood off too the side, sipping a beer as Fred meticulously scoped out Brooke’s figure.

“Tom’s right”, Fred confidently uttered, “You have a body made for tattoos. You really should get out in the sun more often though; you’re pasty and then some.”

Brooke simply giggled at the remark, Fred continued with his observations, “Yeah, I can see her with a leafy design over her shoulders and maybe forearm, something classy on her boobs and I can have a field day with her ass, it’s so big and wide.”

“I don’t have much money on me”, Brooke peeped. “This was kind of like, unarranged and shit.”

Tom loudly spoke as he gallivanted over to the kitchen and grabbed another beer, “Actually this is sort of Fred’s hobby so he ain‘t charging ya much, how much do you have on you?”

Brooke held her hands to her hips, scrunching her nose as she thought out loud, “I have something like twenty dollars on me. But if you give me a ride back to my trailer I have another forty-five, maybe even fifty more dollars.”

“I’m okay with that”, Fred pleasantly replied.
“Thing is though, I can’t have a lot of work done right away”, Brooke told the guys.

“I understand”, Tom stated between sips of beer, “You want to take it slow over a period of time.”

“Exactly”, Brooke concurred.

In actuality Brooke was nervous about Vance’s reaction when he would arrive home to find her body covered with tattoos. A couple tattoos she could possibly explain and get away with; too many would rouse Vance’s suspicion concerning her activities while he was away.

“You’re going to look very sexy, baby cakes, have no doubt”, Tom enthusiastically chimed, “You ought to get a navel ring too.”

Brooke giddily giggled, “Shit, I have one, just ain’t worn it in a spell.”

“We’ll give ya another!” Fred added, “Tonight when I work on yer body, I’ll have my lady give ya sweet one.”

“Tonight?” Brooke questioned.

“Something wrong? You got other plans for tonight honey?” Tom asked.

An awkward smile grew upon Brooke’s face, “I’m gonna have to square it away with Joliet. She’s watching my babies, I don’t know if she got plans or what.”

Tom strolled over to Brooke, “Didn’t know you were a momma, do you have a hubby too?”

Brooke sighed, “Not officially, Tom.”

Tom stood in a defensive stance, “I’m really enjoying our time together but if you’re in a relationship with somebody, you’ll be doing me a favor by telling me so.”

Brooke briefly closed her eyes before sharing the details, “Yup, I’m afraid I’m in a relationship with a nice guy who obviously doesn’t deserve me. I have two babies with him and he looks after me like I’m some kind of queen.”

Fred backed away, walking into the living to give Brooke and Tom adequate privacy.

“You’re right”, Tom forcibly uttered, “You don’t deserve this guy if he’s all that.”

“Oh Tom, I don’t mean to cheat on him, not really”, Brooke duly explained as she nervously rubbed her belly, “But he’s used to me, doesn’t mind me being fat, I just want to be with someone who thinks I’m beautiful, recognizes me as a sexy woman even though I’m this big.”

Tom ambled over to Brooke, “Sounds like you have issues with your self-esteem. If your boyfriend accepts you then that should be good enough.”

Tom held unto Brooke’s shoulders as she leaned into his body.

“I like ya, Beulah, I wish we could carry on but you being with another man and having babies with the guy is a whole lot of shit I don’t want to deal with.”

Brooke gazed into Tom’s eyes, “But Vance will be away for a while longer, he’s working on some sewers.”

“No dice, baby”, Tom replied, “I don’t have the heart or intention too come between you and another man. If he’s as wonderful as you say, then stay with him and stop carousing the bars.”

Brooke nodded, “I hate to admit this but you’re right. I apologize for leading you on.”

“It’s a shame you’re taken but its better this way”, Tom said as he broke off the embrace.
“Get your clothes on; I’ll give you a ride back to your trailer.”
Brooke nodded.


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Sue had already consumed a pitcher of buttermilk by the time Gretel invited her into her kitchen.

“I have been so busy, Suzy, sorry I had to keep pushing back our meeting”, Gretel said as she took the seat across the table from Sue.

Sue simply nodded, glimpsing at Kayla who refilled her glass.

“Now, from what I recollect, you’re unhappy about working at the motel”, Gretel coolly warbled.
“Seems you like to be back working as my assistant.”

Sue yawned before responding, her senses contaminated by the added ingredient in the milk.

“Yes’um, Gretel, was a time when I did your errands, now you hired Kayla and tossed me away like yesterday’s laundry.”

Gretel was persistent but her tone extra sugary, “You did a commendable bit of work fer me, darling Sue. I did appreciate yer effort. But Kayla does an outstanding piece of business in her own right. Maybe it’s time for you to sit back some and relax.”

Sue emitted a fatigued sigh, fighting to keep her eyes open, she lethargically replied, “But Gretel, folks round here used to treat me different coz I was working fer you, now I’m just another …hillbilly like em.”

Gretel cracked an insidious eye, “Ah contraire, little Suzy girl. You are a hillbilly, no shame bout that. Huntsville is populated with all sorts of hillbilly’s, rednecks and white trash. Little Suzy? You’re filling out now ain’t cha, nothing wrong with that either, you still have your looks.”

Sue desperately wanted to speak but by this point due to the spiked milk, all she could do was nod.

Gretel continued in a persuasive tone, “If cleaning up the motel is belittling to ya, then the only other option you got is too go on welfare. No harm in that either, seems most of the gals your age is saddled up with kids, why should you be different.”

Sue gazed over at Gretel with a muddled expression, however Gretel was making sense.

“There has too be a few guys that you have a shine too, make yourself available and let nature take its course. You’re a breeder Suzy, be sure of it.”

A very dazed Sue concurred with Gretel’s point of view, “I’m a breeder ….right ……you’re right.”

Gretel turned to Kayla, “Please help Suzy over to the sofa and let her sleep it off. She’ll be up and about in a few hours. Then you can drive home, after I stuff her belly of course. I’ll pick her mind then; see who she is particular fond of and her encourage her to promote her womanly charms.”

Kayla helped Sue upward and escorted her to the living room where she planted her on the sofa.


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Tom dropped Brooke off at her trailer, a stale moment but she realized it was all for the best.
Chivalrously and with a fond smile, Tom admitted that he appreciated the night they shared together, as did Brooke.

Then it was over, Brooke would now abide to her relationship with Vance, settling into the patterns and expectations of domestic bliss. It would be difficult but she couldn’t handle another opportunity that would sour due to her involvement with the man who sired her children.

Brooke managed it the best way possible, in the manner in which she was conditioned. She ate and ate and ate.

Spending time with her babies and tending to her chores, her free time when her friends weren’t over was spent in front of the TV where she watched such programming as NASCAR events and old episodes of “The Facts Of Life” & “The Nanny.”

Brooke would wear the same clothes for days in a row even though the garments were slowly becoming tighter and tighter upon her increasingly heavier body. Dieting was put hold until tomorrow, tomorrow became the next week…….

Kayla dropped by and brought Brooke over a couple of uniforms to wear for when she returned to work at the diner. Neither one fit, leaving Brooke with no option but to wear T-shirts and spandex slacks when it was time for her to go back waiting tables.


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It was nearly ten o’clock in the evening, Kim and Annie had just vacated Brooke’s trailer after a causal visit, Brooke took too cleaning up the kitchen just as she unmistakably heard the opening of the screen door.
“Hey! Beulah!”

Brooke sighed in relief, subsequently smiling as she wobbled out to the living room.

Vance dropped the plastic bags that contained his garments and necessities unto the floor as he stepped toward Brooke. A profoundly happy grin plastered upon his chubby face while gazing at his woman.

Brooke’s blond hair was a slipshod mess, tucked behind her ears and wilting due to being excessively greasy. The manner in which she wore her mane outlined her round face, specifically depicting her plump cheeks and doughy second chin. The sleeveless olive green colored T-shirt was grungy at best, broadcasting her big upper arms and huge knockers. Equally in poor condition were her scruffy powder blue sweat pants that contoured to the circular shape of her imposingly big belly’, likewise accentuating the size of her portly hindquarters and chunky thighs.

Vance’s approval of Brooke’s appearance zigzagged through his mind, she never looked more beautiful.

They wrapped their arms around each other, after a long sloppy kiss, Vance noticed the tiny ring still planted in Brooke’s nostril. “Hey, what’s this?”

Brooke squealed in laugher, “It’s new, I got fer you, I hope you like it!”

“Well it dang looks cute”, Vance replied, “Wish you go back to wearing yer belly ring too.”

Brooke elatedly snorted as she pulled up her frowzy T-shirt, her belly displaying her tiny navel ring which was partially obscured by the fatty tissue.

“You’re full of surprises”, Vance grinned, his fingertips trailing over the slope of Brooke’s belly.

“The carnival be coming soon”, Brooke goofily grinned, “Think I kin get me another tattoo when we go?”

Vance was on board, “Oh yeah, Beulah, sure.”

As Brooke ran through a few suggestions pertaining to the tattoo, Vance took her by the hand and led her to the sofa. “Take a seat, honey, I have something fer ya.”

Brooke slowly lowered herself down unto the worn out cushions, wiping away her nomadic bangs out of her eyes, her wide smile puffing up her chubby cheeks.

Vance pulled out a tiny ring from out of his pocket, grasping Brooke’s hand he slipped it unto her finger. “Now um, I’ve done thought this through but honey, I’m just drawing blanks.”

Brooke looked over the ring, it wasn’t worth much, just a slender metal band but she couldn’t deny the sentimental value which caused her to blush.

Brooke gazed into Vance’s eyes, “Take yer time, honey. Think it out.”

Vance rolled his eyes to the side, then rubbed the back of his head.

“Ya know sweetie”, Vance affectionately gushed, “We been together fer a while now, seems it makes sense to corral our relationship in a legitimate sort of way. I know we can’t get married coz we’d get less in public aid but this rings symbolizes the unity of our courtship, like going steady but bigger.”

Brooke jumbled her shoulders, an inebriated grin forming over her lips.
“Oh wow, I understand, Vance. We’re like engaged.”

“You beat your ass!” Vance laughed out loud, although realizing a gentler tone was much more romantic, took it down a notch. “Yes, honey.”

It took Brooke a moment too teeter herself off the sofa, their bellies merging as she wrapped her arms around Vance’s neck and they passionately kissed.

“This is a time to celebrate!” Brooke’s belly jiggling as she pulled herself away from the embrace.
“You hungry? You better be coz I’m gonna make ya meal worth bragging about!” Brooke’s loud squeal theoretically breaking the sound barrier.

Vance seized a handful of Brooke’s thickest roll, “I missed yer cooking like crazy!”

“Okay, okay, big fella”, Brooke giggled, “Give me a few and I’ll get the food ready.”

Vance mentioned checking on the babies while she would be preparing the meal though added, “Think I kin feed you and then_.”

Vance winked.

Brooke grinned, “Fucking yeah!”


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A short while later Vance was seated at the kitchen table equipped with a beer while Brooke bounced around the kitchen squaring away their meal.

Brooke had discarded her T-shirt, opting to bare the top portion of her body so Vance could admire her walloping big knockers and bulging belly. At one point Brooke swayed her well-padded duff within Vance’s space, encouraging him to smack it, which he did several times causing her to inanely giggle.

Vance keenly observed Brooke slovenly gnawing on samples as she prepared the food.
Vance’s signature oafish smile increased in size as he pondered, “Maybe ol Gretel had a talk with Beulah about diets being stupid.”
The very second Vance finished his beer, Brooke made a beeline to the fridge and grabbed him another. Opening up the can and then shaking her voluptuous breasts in Vance’s face before handing the can over to him.

“Oh yeah”, Vance did cartwheels in his mind; “My Beulah’s aiming to please the shit out of me.
Girl has gotten full knowledge of her potential”, Vance added with a sly grin.
“Housewife is written all over her, barefoot and pregnant, that’s how it should be.”

Brooke’s bulbous dome shaped belly skimmed against the kitchen counter, a minor jiggle as she swung around to check on the stove.

“Shit!” Vance amusingly blurted at the sight.

“Huh, what’s that, honey?” Brooke curiously asked with an air-head smile.

Vance spoke between sips, “Oh, just reflecting to muh-self how outrageously sexy you be fussing bout the kitchen.”

Brooke’s rubbery features squished together, her fingers brushing over her blubbery belly, “You think my belly’s sexy, that right?”

Vance wasn’t a bit modest with his opinion.
“Sexiest belly there is!”

Brooke impishly giggled.

Vance found something unreservedly alluring whenever Brooke sounded like a bimbo. Truth be told, Vance never cottoned to smart girls in the first place.

Another sip of beer, Vance shrewdly glimpsing over Brooke as she momentarily paused to capture her thoughts. Wiping away her greasy locks, her free hand centered over her large gut, her fingers extending over the vastness of her beefy globe.

Vance imagined Brooke at over 300-pounds, docile, uncomplaining, proficient at her chores and in the kitchen, ignorant to life outside of Hunstsville and virtually naïve to general matters.

With his next sip, Vance recognized how close Brooke was to reality that he envisioned.
The former Brooke was fancy, intelligent, slender, now as Beulah, she was a poor, socially dysfunctional, an overweight hillbilly.

Another baby would bring Brooke over the edge, and Vance pledged that Beulah would soon be knocked up again.

Once the meal was ready, Brooke dutifully prepared Vance his plate and brought it to him.
“Enjoy!” Brooke hummed as she kissed him before waddling back to the stove and making her own plate.

On the menu; fried snails in cheese sauce, hash browns, sauages and corn beef hash.

Brooke was quite rambunctious in talk and action, sloppily gorging herself as if eating in this manner was nothing out of the ordinary, and bringing Vance up to speed on the local gossip she had heard from her friends while they visited.

Vance favored Brooke with his exploits working on the sewers, though Brooke found it unexciting and instead contemplated over her own personnel exploits while Vance was away. Among other things,

She felt a combination of shame and regret about cheating on Vance. Naturally she wasn’t going to admit that she strayed but she would indeed make it up to Vance the best she could.

She would cook his favorite meals, have sex whenever he had the urge and even postpone dieting for a while which was a strange pardox.

Brooke was pleased about being able to eat at her leisure, as much as she wanted, whatever she wanted. Make no mistake, Brooke hated dieting but it was only way to curtail herself from becoming a blimp. Still, Brooke wanted to pay Vance back for being unfaithful. Making a pig out of herself was the right thing to do; and subconscious or not, she was thrilled with doing it.

“Go on, tubby”, Vance smiled, “Finish off the hash browns.”

Brooke didn’t have to ask twice and greedily shoveled what was left in pan unto her plate.

“She looks so cute”, The thought entered into Vance’s mind, “Her face is so chubby, another fifty pounds, she’ll look sweeter, fatter, she’ll have a cute fat face.”

“Why you grinning like that?” Brooke asked, a twinkle in her brown doe eyes, her double chin inflating.

“Oh, yes thinking how lucky I be, sitting across the table for such a beautiful woman.”

Brooke’s nose crinkled and despite her mouth overloaded with food, she stopped chewing long enough to respond, “Youse …saz ….sum….of…..da….sweet….is…stuff….”

The couple continued eating, the topics of discussion now included Sue getting chunky, Rhonda dating a younger man and what type of design Brooke should get for her tattoo.

Vance’s opinion surely pleased Brooke, “Well I kinda had the notion that Suzy would chub up, a lot of wild gals get fat sooner or later. Nice to know, she won’t be acting like she’s somebody special.”

“Dating a younger guy only proves she’s a trollop.”

Then they pitched ideas back and forth about the tattoo, what type of design and the location.
Eventually they settled on deciding when they would get to the carnival.

Once they had finished their dinner, Vance advanced to the bedroom while Brooke looked through the fridge for something that Vance could feed her. Pudding packs were the best option and with that Brooke armed herself with a spoon and wobbled into the bedroom.

Vance was already in bed and watched Brooke as she undressed. A wily smile over Vance’s face as Brooke slipped off her sweatpants, her bulging belly mildly quivering, a bloated patch of fat just beneath the waistband, her thighs the legitimate thunder variety and ridiculously swollen in appearance.

Brooke climbed into bed where Vance unhooked her bra, a bit of a jiggle too her soft billowing breasts. Vance proceeded to feed Brooke the pudding, exaggerated yummy sounds as she rubbed her belly in a circular motion.
Vance made sweet talk, complimenting Brooke on her beauty, figure and appetite.
Brooke kept quiet, just slurping away every spoonful with a tranquil smile.

The silence continued after Brooke had consumed two pudding packs, she willingly took her position for Vance to enter her doggy-style and the mating began. Brooke’s butt cheeks were fairly squishier, rubbery in consistency and roomier. Vance couldn’t refuse giving Brooke’s ass a quick massage, playfully pinching it and then giving it a firm squeeze.
Vance subsequently seized Brooke’s flab coated hips as he maneuvered himself inside of her.
Brooke’s breasts began to sway with every thrust, and she closed her eyes as her mouth opened and she let loose a screechy squeal.

“Beulah likes it, huh baby!” Vance roared.

Brooke shook her head and groaned, “Ye ..ah!”

Vance’s speed increased, plunging deeper and deeper inside of Brooke.

“Sweet fatty Beulah’s my girl!” Vance manically shouted. “Nice and fat, big and sexy.”

Brooke squinted, rattling off in an intense hillbilly twang, “Beulah big and sexy!”

“Big and sexy and what!” Vance uttered in a firm tone, his fingertips sinking into the fat that covered her hips.

Brooke grunted before answering, “Fat!”

Vance steadily rocked Brooke, her groans louder, an occasionally grunt leaving her lips.

“Tell Vance, tell Vance you love being fat…..”

Brooke nodded, the sexual electricity ricocheting through her body.

“I didn’t hear you, fatty!” Vance unequivocally inquired.
Brooke sighed, “I love being fat.”

“No! You love being a fatty! Say it; say it like you mean it!”

Brooke puffed up cheeks then obeyed Vance, “I love being a fatty!”

Brooke squirmed as Vance let loose his load, remaining inside of her for a moment.

Cuddling up against each other, they shared a brief kiss.

Vance’s hand gently roamed over Brooke’s chubby waist, a twinkle in his eyes, “We both know that diets are bullshit. You don’t have any reason to diet, do you?”

Brooke fluttered her eyes, her grin growing in length, “Shucks no, Vance. I’m all through with dieting.”

Vance slid his hand over Brooke’s waist, his fingers brushing over rolls, “Nice to know. “

Brooke’s closed lips smiled seemed to close the deal although she wasn’t being completely honest.

Brooke would indeed put a halt to dieting out of remorse for cheating on Vance. She thought it was the right thing to do too square her with Vance. Brooke would be faithful, attentive to Vance’s needs and go about domestic bliss without a complaint.

However, Brooke was still steadfast about losing some weight and would return to counting calories. Eventually but not for a while. Not until her guilty complex had faded away. In the meantime she could let her appetite run loose and stuff herself silly. Brooke was ecstatic about that.


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Brooke hardly left the trailer over the next couple of weeks, exception being hanging out with her friends while doing the laundry. She happily engaged in her chores and looked after her babies, cooking was a paramount activity and so was eating. Matter of fact, Brooke’s appetite was limitless especially after sunset and her babies were off to sleep. Lounging around watching TV, between the time she washed the dinner dishes and bedtime, Brooke devoured everything from snack food to leftovers as if she had no real intention to resume dieting.

Kayla stopped by one afternoon with a few waitress uniforms that she had picked up for her from Mamma’s. “These just came in, I know the other batch I brought you were tight, maybe these are better”, Kayla harmoniously warbled.


Brooke was positively shocked when she could scarcely squeeze into only one of them.

“Never you mind, Beulah”, said Kayla considerately, “ I’ll swing back by Mamma’s, maybe she’ll have something bigger.”

Kayla stood there in a cherry red colored bikini top and blue jean shorts, apparently flaunting her slender figure, a peachy smile over her gorgeous face.

Brooke annoyingly sniffled and cantankerously uttered, “You do that!”

Kayla spunkily strutted to the door, “Oh yes, Beulah! I surely will!”

Brooke faired no better when Kayla returned later in the day.

“Sorry, sweetie”, said Kayla with a candy smile, “Mamma had nothing in your size so you’re going have to make do with these.”

Brooke pushed back her oily locks before pulling the garments out of the bag.

A pair of pale green colored pull over tops with the ugliest shade of purple spandex slacks.

“You fer real? You expect me to wear these?” Brooke grumbled in her uneducated hillbilly drawl.

“I needed to see Gretel first; you know, get her permission but she said yeah, drop them off by you.”

“These garments are so awful”, Brooke winced.

“Better try them on, make sure they fit”, Kayla was as cordial as possible even though Brooke’s fussiness was beginning to annoy her.

Brooke wiped her face, her skin rubbery to the touch, “Yeah, alright.”

Kayla took a seat on the dirty sofa, a goofy smirk over her face as she observed Brooke’s bubble butt bouncing over her tremendously fat thighs.

“That girl’s getting plain huge”, Kayla snickered once Brooke disappeared into her bedroom.

Brooke struggled out of her discolored granny style housedress, upon dropping it unto the floor; she sucked in her tummy before putting on the garments. Pushing in her bulbous gutt was of no consequence, its extended oval shape was unrelenting and it excelled in a pulpy texture.

Once Brooke had changed into the cheap hand-me-downs, she apprehensively gazed into the mirror.
Slowly but surely Brooke’s frown was exchanged for a smile.

The pale green top accentuated her bulging hooters, rounding out their shape as they sagged just a drop over her belly. Although to the average Manhattan raised female the blouse would have made her cringe, especially in the manner that it displayed her belly for all its pauchiness.

Maybe Brooke was beginning to accept being fat but whatever the reason; she felt that she didn’t look half-bad. Essentially normal given her weight and social status. Poor chicks had no right to complain about their wardrobe.

The slacks illustrated the width of her child barring hips while showing off her well-padded spherical shaped ass and blubbery thick thighs.

Brooke tapped her belly before sailing into the living room.

“Yeah, I’ll take them”, Brooke said with a smile that inflated her double chin.
“How much they cost?”

Kayla hopped to her feet, surveying how the garments made Brooke look like an uncomplicated trailer park resident. “Only $21.00 for both sets.”

Brooke wandered over to the shabby looking lamp stand and opened the drawl.

Promptly paying Kayla with two five dollars bills, five singles and the rest in quarters, nickels and dimes.

Kayla then wished Brooke a pleasant evening and vacated the trailer.

Brooke sluggishly meandered into the kitchen to start dinner.

The hot dogs, spam and onion rings wouldn’t take much effort, thus she would wait until Vance got home from Ken’s place before commencing with dinner.

In the meantime, she would appease her appetite just a nip with a slice of pound cake and glass of milk.

Fat chance.

One slice became two; two became four, milk in equal proportions.
By the way, the manner in which Brooke once used a glass had vanished, except for rare occasions.
She now drank straight from the bottle as if it wasn’t a big deal.

When Vance finally hobbled through the door Brooke began dinner.

Naturally Vance complimented her on her attire; after all it emphasized her butterball body in exact detail.

Brooke was no way modest with her appetite as she devoured 2 hot dogs, 5 helpings of spam and numerous onion rings with mayonnaise instead of ketchup.

Might as well enjoy all the food she could eat until she was back to counting calories in a month or a bit longer.

Nestled up with Vance on the sofa watching TV, Brooke put away a jumbo bag of potato chips and cheese slices and still let Vance feed her ice cream in bed.

Brooke’s overindulging in food didn’t seem so abnormal; it authenticated her status as a stereotypical overeater.

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[Matt L.]

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Moe’s was jammed packed as usual Saturday night. The rowdy patrons dancing to Honky-Tonk music while downing their swill. And this included Rhonda and her posse.

Since Rhonda had begun courting Fletcher, he introduced her to many of his friends. Seems her popularity took on a distinct positive spin among the younger citizens of Huntsville.

Rhonda AKA Louise was the bawdy but cool older woman who willingly shared with them her eccentric albeit redneck wisdom. Furthermore, she was just fun too be around.

Most of the group were guys, young men who had or were about to reach 21. Their were a few gals among them including Danielle who had secured a romantic relationship with Joey.

Joining Rhonda and her clique that evening were Sue and a couple of her friends who took much interest in Fletcher’s wet behind the ears companions.

Sue was dressed far more tawdry then regular. Her blond hair was set in a wild style, her face drenched in makeup while her chubby figure was decked out in a cheap black colored with large pink polka dots belly shirt and black spandex shorts. Gretel’s lecture while Sue was in a trance had tremendously influenced her mindset and she was itching to find herself a man and start procreating.

Mike the bartender, a long haired biker type, keenly observed the younger crowd. The usual patrons were plenty but new blood in the establishment improved the profits, naturally increasing his income as well.

As Rhonda sashayed over to the bar for a shot of Wild Turkey and another beer, Mike eagerly courted her with an idea that would be beneficial to both of them.

Rhonda’s auburn mane was in an upward style that faithfully depicted the chubbiness of her excessively cosmetic coated face while her ridiculously well-fed figure was decked out in a flamboyant green colored spaghetti string top and jumbo size blue jeans.

Mike took noticed of Rhonda’s heaving knockers bouncing with her every step, corresponding to the minor jiggle to her belly and swaying of her fat coated hips.

Rhonda was indeed big and trashy but equally feminine. Having her available to wait on tables could be to Mike’s advantage.

Rhonda casually smiled while ordering her refreshments.

Mike immediately obliged her, then told her upon retrieving the drinks, “This rounds on the house for a minute of your attention.”

Rhonda’s chunky upper arms mildly wiggled as momentarily reached behind her head to boost her cleavage upward. More or less giving Mike a nice look at her boobs out of gratitude for the drinks.

Mike lost his train of thought for a brief instant as his eyes zeroed in on her round -big melons.

“Um, Louise or Rhonda ….whatever you call yer-self these days….” Mike began to speak, although Rhonda interrupted him with an air-head giggle.

“Shit, honey. I’m Louise now, thought you knew that.”

Mike’s wisecracker smile filled up his face, “Damn, sweetie, Louise does seem to suit you better.”

Rhonda fluttered her eyes, her hand over her pudgy waist, her fingers sliding between her rolls.

“Like, we’re totally on board then, sugar”, Rhonda’s bimbo tone unwavering, “What ya’ all want to tell me?”

‘I know you’re getting a nice wad of cash from welfare but if you’d like to make some extra money waiting tables, I’ll gladly pay ya cash so it won’t interfere with yer welfare check.”

Rhonda’s eyes practically flashed dollar sighs, “That might work…..”

Living in poverty was a tough haul for Rhonda; extra spending cash would help supply her with cosmetics, clothing and alcohol. Dope as well.

“…..Got to run it by old aunt Gretel first”, Rhonda’s puffy cheeks expanded with her cheesy smile, “She my guardian or such. Bullshit if you ask me but still, I got to play by aunties rules.”

“That’s fine”, said Mike as he slowly walked away to wait on another customer.

Rhonda patiently waited for Mike too return and she resumed the conversation.

“You look like you have a question or something”, Mike stated with a wide grin.

Rhonda maneuvered her swollen figure as far over the bar as possible, giving Mike the advantage of scoping out her big jugs. “I notice that the waitress give sum customers lap dances, that be my duties too?”

Mike couldn’t resist a glimpse of Rhonda’s large knockers, then brought his eyes to her face.
“Honey, I don’t expect ya to do that”, Mike said nonchalantly.

Rhonda rolled her hips, her bulbous belly sliding against the bar, “Shit, darling. As long as I got the equipment I should use it too my benefit.”

“In that case, be my guest”, Mike replied, “But just so you’re aware, lap dances don’t have a special price, they’re based on tips. Tips that you split with the house.”

“Then I think we got ourselves a deal, mister”, Rhonda peeped.

A few minutes later Rhonda was back with her group and partied the remaining of the evening.

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Specific events occurred over the next few weeks that seemed to agree with Rhonda and Brooke or at least compatible to their white trash personalities.

Brooke and Vance visited the carnival where most of Vance’s income from working on the sewers paid for Brooke’s new tattoos.

A pair of dice on her right calve, rather big and tacky but the tattoo pleased her. Just like the collection of blue polka dots over her right upper arm and curving red lips a little bit above her navel. Brooke couldn’t wait to show off the new body art to her friends who all congratulated her.
More tattoos would come whenever they would have cash to spare. This worked out well because Brooke resumed taking odd shifts at the diner, working a couple days a week and although she wasn’t raking in a whole lot of cash, it did provide her family with a little extra spending money.
Brooke’s appetite for both food and sex dramatically increased, which pleased Vance to no end.
Brooke was getting heavier and due to his handy work with the condoms, getting her knocked up again was inevitable.

Rhonda’s relationship with Fletcher was intensifying, and it wasn’t only the sex but their feelings for each other began to mature. Fletcher began helping out around the trailer, cooking meals and occasionally looked after Rhonda’s children. Similar to Brooke, Rhonda was starting to accumulate extra pounds but not to Fletcher’s dismay. Rhonda’s big, round body was a major turn on to the young man, and his compliments concerning her appearance were always sincere.

Gretel agreed too let Rhonda work at Moe’s provided that she obtained a share of the profits.
Rhonda approved the arrangement and soon thereafter, began working at Moe’s twice a week.
Rhonda mainly waited on the customers and occasionally would favor them with lap dances.


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Brooke didn’t receive much fan fare upon her return to the diner, and at this point she didn’t really care. She held back the garish manner in which she flirted, just giving the male customers enough attention to secure a decent tip.

However, Brooke had developed certain traits that had become such an integral part of her personality that she had no desire to hinder.

Caking her face with makeup, adjusting her top in order to show off her boobs as well as loudly chewing gum and picking leftovers off the customers plates. Her air-head voice and vocabulary withstanding.

It was early on a Saturday night, the diner busy enough. Brooke hustling tables, making dopy chatter and a big deal over select customers.

A small band of young men entered. All of them Brooke’s age, clad in attire stereotypical for rednecks.

Brooke promptly waited on them, knowing full well that guys her age didn’t exactly favor her kept the small talk at a minimum.

Their orders were small, mingling among themselves for the most part, until Brooke handed them their check.

“Hey, big Beulah” one of the guys said with a broad smile and then asked, “That’s what they call you, isn’t it?”

Brooke wasn’t sure what he was getting at and sweetly hummed, “Yeah, sum folks do. What kin I do fer ya?”

The young man turned to his companions, “I’m not surprised.”

“Did you need something?” Brooke asked, keeping her cool.

The young man pretended to ignore Brooke and continued conversing with his friends, “Have you guys ever seen such a fat cow.”

“Not as big and fat as her”, another young male commented.

Brooke sneered at the rednecks, the malicious remarks persistent.

“I never been this close to cattle! Whew, does she stink!”

“She’s so huge, she can’t even fit into a regular uniform!”

Only one lone guy refused too join in, matter of fact he seemed disgusted at their ridicule of Brooke.

“I had enough of this, pay yer check and please leave”, Brooke huffily retorted.

“Don’t get angry, fatty. You’ll have plenty of time to rummage through the trash cans and stuff yourself once we go.”

Brooke held back her temper; the last thing she wanted was to create a scene that could possibly get her fired. Instead she turned around and waddled away.

“Damn! Is that a gigantic ass or what!” the young man crudely announced to a chorus of laughter from his friends.

Brooke reached the counter and wiped her eyes. She was beginning too feel somewhat comfortable about being overweight, now this had to happen.

A civil voice from behind drew Brooke’s attention.

“Don’t mind them, they’re assholes.”

There stood the only member of the posse who didn’t make fun of Brooke.

The young man was about Brooke’s age and height with long disheveled blond hair and pimples over his hard looking features.

“By the way, I’m Orville”, he said in a friendly tone.

Brooke was relieved that out of the pack that there was at least one young man who wasn’t a jerk.

“You know my name already”, Brooke said, trying to smile.

Orville stepped closer to Brooke, “You know, whether you want to believe me or not, I don’t think you look all that bad.”

Brooke looked Orville up and down, his skinny frame in a washed-out T-shirt and scruffy blue jeans.

“That’s easy for you to say”, Brooke said, cracking a negligible smile, “You don’t have to deal with vermin calling you names.”

“Around these parts no”, Orville confided with Brooke, “But whenever I have to work outside of Huntsville, lots of people look their noses down at me. They never call me white trash to my face but I know what they is thinking.”

Brooke leaned in toward Orville, “What kind of work you be doing?”

Orville answered just his friends came within his reach, “I sell moonshine and opossum skins.”

The band of rednecks gazed upon Brooke with ridicule as they walked by.
“Didn’t leave you a tip, fat ass”, a tall male screeched, “You’d probably use it to buy munchies and you’re big enough!”

Brooke didn’t respond and looked away, one of Orville’s pals asking if he was coming with them, Orville replied in an apathetic tone, “I’ll catch up with ya later!”

Orville subsequently turned to Brooke, “I’d like too make up for all their rude bullshit and get to know you.”

Brooke’s rubbery features took on a suspicious look for a brief moment, however, noticing a table of customers wanting her assistance, she coolly uttered, “Take a seat, Orville, be right back.”

Orville took a seat at the counter, Brooke returning after a couple of minutes.

“You want anything while you get to know me better”, Brooke stated in a sarcastic but humorous warble.

“Root beer would work, thanks, Beulah.”

Brooke brought Orville a root beer and another as they mingled, in between the customers that she waited on.

Orville did most of the talking, Brooke causally listening.
Nothing special, mainly about how some guys can be jerks and that she’s much too pretty to let them get her down.

“You really think I’m pretty, Orville?” Brooke asked with a docile smile while clutching her belly.

“Oh yeah, I think so very much.”

Brooke still needed compliments despite Vance’s position that she was incredibly sexy.

Brooke giggled, taking a stance that showed off her big melons.


Orville kept flattering and flirting with Brooke throughout the remainder of her shift.
Brooke felt completely thrilled that she finally met a young man her own age that considered her attractive. In appreciation for Orville’s company and compliments, Brooke shared with him a batch of onion rings and chicken wings.

“Could talk with ya all night”, Orville said at one point, “A shame you’ll be going soon, I’d like to spend more time with ya.”

Brooke squeezed in between Orville and the opposing stool, her belly literally engulfing his boney body as she leaned into him and quietly mentioned, “I can’t be out too late but if you want to take a walk, I’ll oblige ya.”

Orville gazed over at Brooke with a wide smile, nodding as she stepped out of his space.

“I have to go in the back and count my tips, why not give me 15 minutes and meet me out back”, Brooke said with a funky expression.

Orville winked then turned around and finished his root beer.

After Brooke counted her tips and gave the busboy, a gawky teenager named Gus who was subbing for Joey that night, his share, she made a pit stop in the ladies room to spruce up her cosmetics.
She then ran a comb through her blond mane, adding a bit of hairspray and then adjusted her bra.

Brooke giggled in an air-head tone as she looked over her trashy appearance. Where now she thought she looked amazingly hot, years earlier she would have cringed in shame.

“What’s the big deal about taking a walk with a guy my age”, Brooke convinced herself in thought.
“At least he understands that us big gals are pretty too”, Brooke grinned, “How often do I meet up with such cool, smart dudes.”

Brooke met Orville out back of the diner where he suggested walking over to the laundry shack.

“That’s a bit further than I aim to walk, what about the garbage dump?” Brooke suggested, “Its like, close by and we kin be alone.”

Orville smiled, “Yeah, okay, Beulah.”

Brooke giggled as Orville boldly slid up next to her and brought his arm around her chunky waist.

Slowly and clumsily they advanced toward the garbage dump, Brooke bringing her hand over Orville’s hip, they walked in unison.

“I know all about you being with Vance”, Orville said, his voice thoroughly decisive.
“But if I can be honest for just a minute, I don’t think he knows what he got.”

“Well, what do you mean, Orville?” Brooke peeped, her bimbo tone in exaggerated form.

“I suppose what I mean is that if you were my girl, I wouldn’t have you working at some diner or at all for that matter. I’d treat you like a queen, you know? I’d find work and buy you all kinds of nice shit, spoil you.”

“You be treating me that fine?” Brooke gushed.

“Damn, Beulah, you’re totally the babe and then some. Maybe you’re just used to being taken for granted, but I appreciate you from morning to night, nothing ain’t good enough for Beulah.”

“Wow!” Brooke chimed in amazement, “But you hardly know me.”

Orville took up the pace, “Shit, I know enough about you too know you is cute, and smart and funny. Everything a man needs in a girlfriend, but few deserve such a cool babe.”

Just before reaching the garbage dump, Orville paused, turning around, he gently brushed his hand over Brooke’s cheek, “You are so sexy, maybe we should just call it a night, it’ll break my heart to be spending time with you and just talk.”

Brooke blinked, “Uh?”

“Nah, girl”, Orville uttered with a straight face, “It’s better for me to say goodnight and just dream about you.”

Brooke grabbed Orville’s shoulders and propelled him into her soft cushy body, “No, we’re going to the garbage dump.”

A sizzling kiss ensued, Brooke grabbing Orville’s ass, the redneck doing the same thing to her.

The embrace came to close, Brooke whispering with a sultry smile, “I haven’t much time, let’s hurry.”

By the time they reached the garbage dump, Orville had told Brooke that was she an example of female beauty and that he had a predominant attraction to large females.

“As far back as I remember, I’ve always be fond of chubby gals”, Orville said, “Even huge girls, 300-pounds, whatever, I just think they’re sexy.”

“Shit!” Brooke giggled, “I ain’t 300-pounds but close enough!”

Orville slowly lifted Brooke’s top upward, leaning over he intensely French kissed her belly.

Brooke snorted in arousal, Orville bringing his face to hers, their lips briefly interlocking.

“I’d like to see you naked honey”, Orville wildly grinned, “Let’s go by that busted out van and we’ll get naked.”

Brooke looked over to the van and then back at Orville.

“Shit, babe. I don’t have enough time to screw but maybe next week?”

“I only want to see you naked, I never saw a real woman in the nude. Besides, I’ll take off my clothes too”, Orville rattled off with a jaunty grinned.

“Damn that’s so yummy but like, I can’t be out too late!” Brooke squealed.

Orville delicately ran his fingers over Brooke’s belly and then leaned in for a kiss, “Alright, I guess.”

Brooke sloppily kissed Orville, humming out loud as she grabbed his upper arm, “You is persuasive and then some but we can’t be too long.”

Orville grinned, “I have an idea. What if I go home with you and tell Vance that the reason you’re late is because of me.”

Brooke’s eyes grew wide, “Are you insane?”

Orville chuckled, “No, let me finish telling you my idea. We’ll tell Vance that I was at the diner with my girlfriend and we had a fight and right then and there she broke up with me. You like, stayed with me to help me out because I was down in the dumps.”

“Ohhhhhh”, Brooke elatedly buzzed, “I think that would work!”

Reaching the Van, Brooke quickly gave Orville a kiss for motivation, like she really needed it, and then removed her top.

Orville took a step back, encouraging Brooke to remove her clothes as if she was stripper.

Brooke rolled her eyes, emitting a full blown bimbo sounding giggled before turning around.

Brooke bent over as far as she could and rolled her hefty behind in a circle, “Come on darling, give it a swat if it pleases ya.”

Orville did just that but held back most of his strength which caused Brooke to tell him, “Harder sweet thing, I have plenty of fat to cushion the whack!”

Orville shrugged his shoulders and then with a bit more force slapped Brooke’s beefy ass.

Brooke exploded in a squeal of laughter, almost tipping over, “That’s it, honey!”

Brooke proceeded to remove her slacks, her billowy belly quivering in motion.

Stepping over her slacks, Brooke fluttered her eyes and maneuvered her body in manner that caused her knockers too bounce.

“Damn, you got such beautiful boobs!” Orville excitedly admitted, “Take off your bra, your panties too, I want to see you natural.”

Brooke took a step back, a delightful grin puffing up her plump cheeks.

Brooke’s well-endowed jugs wilted just a tad as she removed her bra, smiling like an air-head; she then wiggled out of her well-worn panties.

“I like your tattoos”, Orville said with a smirk, “Come closer so I can take a better look at you.”

Brooke momentarily took a seductive stance, one hand over her hips, the other fasten to the top portion of her roaming gut.

Brooke strolled toward to Orville, a pronounced jiggle to her belly, her chubby thighs rubbing together.

“Well, is ol Beulah as sexy as there is?” Brooke said in a girlie girl tone.

“Damn!” Orville blurted, although his next comment caught Brooke off guard like a taste of rock gut alcohol, “You really are a fat cow!”

Orville walked by Brooke who stood in shock, “Really, lady, a woman as fat as you has no business taking off her clothes for anybody.”

Orville reached the spot where Brooke had left her garments, “My sympathy to Vance, that poor son-of-a-bitch is either stupid to be with you or totally hard up.”

Brooke nervously ran her hand through her hair, “But….but….I thought you…liked me?”

Orville picked up Brooke’s panties, “You’re as dumb as you’re fat! I’ll keep these as a souvenir.”

Brooke swiftly covered up her breasts to the sound of Orville’s cruel laughter before he fled the scene with her jumbo size skivvies.


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Rhonda was standing in Moe’s parking lot surrounded by Fletcher and a bunch of her new friends.
A mischievous grin forming over her lips as she recognized Orville walking toward her.
“Here ya go!” Orville chuckled as he tossed Rhonda the undergarments previously worn by Brooke.

“Shit!” Rhonda laughed, “They be bigger than I thought! Such a cow!”

“Yeah, you’re telling me”, Orville continued with the nonsense, “And I saw that cow naked! I need me a drink to dim the memory.”

“Pay the man”, Rhonda told Fletcher who removed a twenty from his shirt pocket.

“Thanks for obliging me, Orville”, Rhonda smirked, “Now I’ve got the means to teach that dumb porker a lesson!”

Orville nodded and then joined his companions as they meandered into Moe’s squalid establishment.

Rhonda brought her arms over Fletcher’s shoulders, rubbing her boobs over his chest.

“I have plenty of time to rake Beulah over the coals but I’m in such a spunky mood right now. What ya say we go back to my place for sum sex!”

Fletcher squeezed Rhonda’s thickest love handle, “Oh yeah!”


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Brooke felt horrible, horrible and stupid. How could she have been duped into taking off her clothes for a complete stranger. Worst yet, the little piece of filth stole her underwear.

Vance was sound asleep, thank goodness, be a real pain trying to explain what happened if he was up when she got undressed.

Brooke was smart enough to disrobe in the bathroom just in case Vance woke up while she was undressing. Her natty looking bathrobe on the hook fasten to the bathroom door.
Second hand and plus size, the colors all but faded.

Brooke instinctively warbled into the kitchen where she fed her tummy and shame with a helping of cold corn beef hash and a couple slices of cheese.

Eventually hobbling to the bedroom, Brooke caught the sight of Vance snoozing.

Fat, insipid and lazy.

However, a passive smile grew upon Brooke’s chubby features as she remembered Vance’s kindness and thoughtfulness toward her.

Maybe Vance wasn’t the catch that she once desired and dreamed as a mate.
Assorted facts zigzagged through Brooke’s mind; she wasn’t the same young lady that she was back in the big city. Her weight and appetite out of control, her lifestyle uncomplicated and her material goods at the poverty range.

Brooke sluggishly climbed into bed along side of Vance. She lifted his arm and set it over her pudgy waist.

Brooke felt lucky, very lucky indeed. Despite all of Vance’s bad habits and faults, she couldn’t be with a better man. Ideal in every aspect, her perfect match.

Brooke contentedly sighed.


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[Matt L.]

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Brooke was mildly successful in pretending that the experience with Orville never happened.
On the odd moment when the thoughts of her being hoodwinked and ridiculed came into play she would just write it off as a terrible incident with an immature young man.

Brooke more than ever settled into her role of housewife and looked after her children and Vance with equal portions of enthusiasm and pride.

On the occasions that she spent with her friends, Brooke duly fit into their group as if they had always been her companions. Eating too excess, wearing revealing clothes meant for slimmer gals, and willingly adapting into the hillbilly / white trash environment.

In a reasonable sense, Brooke gave up on the idea of ever resuming her former lifestyle and social status. Although being heavy and getting heavier, Brooke was getting to the point where she realized that she was meant to be fat. Naturally the favorable long glances from Vance reassured Brooke that she was attractive, at least to him.
Brooke’s behavior, all the more docile, and her gluttonous appetite seemed to cancel out her whim to diet.

Brooke still worked odd shifts at the diner, a favorite among certain patrons, making cheerful banter and occasionally flirting with certain regulars she considered harmless.
Two weeks later and Brooke’s work clothes were beginning to get tight as her figure expanded. Outrageous meals and snacking at home, nibbling at work. Big Beulah had earned her name.

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It was a rainy evening almost a month after Brooke’s gaffe with Orville. Working in the afternoon, the small crowd she waited on were basically older folks and a few salesmen and truck drivers.

Brooke was in a good humor, making small talk and giddy chatter with the customers.

It was then that Rhonda along with Fletcher entered the grubby diner.

Rhonda looked rather tame compared to her routine trollop style garb.

Her curly hair in an upward style, her tubby figure crammed into a plus size sleeveless sundress of a red hue with yellow stripes.

Brooke intuitively frowned upon seeing Rhonda, knowing full well that the only reason she’d visit would to be to taunt her.

Rhonda cheekily smiled at Brooke as Fletcher took a seat at the counter.

Brooke waddled over to Rhonda, “Well, if you come here for food, do me a favor and just order your meal and leave.”

“Food”, Rhonda giggled, “I’m surprised there’s any food left with you working here.”

Brooke stopped a few feet short of Rhonda, “I’m not kidding, be sociable or leave.”

Rhonda dramatically flung her hand over her boob, “Who, me? Well, hon, I’m just here for a moment.”

Brooke held her hands to her hips, her fingers sinking into the cushy flab, “Well, what is it?”

Rhonda hurried into her purse and pulled out Brooke’s jumbo size panties and then whirled them into the air.

“Seems some stupid harlot lost these!” Rhonda yelled at the top of her lungs, “I’m just looking for the bimbo these belong too!”

Brooke recoiled, a shock expression filling up her chubby features.

“Whoever it is, these panties are damn big! She must be cow!”

Brooke took a step toward Rhonda, lunging for the big granny style garment.

Rhonda pulled the panties out of Brooke’s reach, “These can’t belong to you! They’re huge, made for a fat cow!”

Rhonda maneuvered to the side, once again pulling the panties out of Brooke’s reach, “They can’t belong to you, can they? Well, maybe you are the stupid cow! Say moo and tell everyone how you lost them and maybe I’ll give them back….”

Rhonda never finished her sentence, Brooke diving into her like a professional linebacker.

Once Brooke made contact, grabbing Rhonda by her thick waist, Rhonda swung Brooke around, causing Brooke to loose her grip and plow backward into a near by table.

Rhonda sneered at Brooke, “These panties have an awful stench, you ought to introduce yourself to soap.”

Harvey, who was the diner’s cook, hurried out of the kitchen, standing between Rhonda and Brooke, he did his best to quell the fight.

“Enough!” Harvey turned to Rhonda, “You! Get the hell out of here!”

Rhonda elevated her chin, her eyes centered on Brooke, “I’ll leave, sure. But first I want to give fatty back her undies.”
“Keep them!” Brooke vehemently replied.

Rhonda responded with a callous smirk, “I don’t want them, damn, they’re probably filled with cooties.”

Rhonda tossed the undergarment toward Brooke, then laughed as she spun around, “You’re the fattest bimbo I’ve ever seen!”

Fletcher removed himself from the chair and joined Rhonda as they strolled toward the door.

Brooke began walking toward them, her pace taking up speed, just as Rhonda reached the screen door; Brooke knocked Fletcher out of the way and then with all her strength, shoved Rhonda through the screen door.

Rhonda couldn’t control her feet as her body went through the screen, stumbling over the pavement, she crashed into the mud.

Fletcher caught up to Brooke and laid his hand over her shoulder, “You stupid fat_”

Brooke spun around, clutching her fist; she suckered punched Fletcher, causing him to tumble backward and unto the floor. Brooke stepped through the door’s frame, still clutching her fist, she called out to Rhonda, “Give me more shit and I’ll lay you out cold.”

Rhonda looked up at Brooke, “Fuck you bimbo!”

“Stop calling me a bimbo!” Brooke angrily retorted.

Rhonda slowly stood upward, her backside dripping in mud, “What else do you call a dumb broad who can’t keep her legs together!”

“My pussy’s none of your damn business!” Brooke snapped as she charged Rhonda.

Rhonda took a swing at Brooke, miscalculating the wet soil; she came short of delivering the blow, slipping back downward into the cold mud.

Brooke rushed toward Rhonda, Rhonda uttering a disjointed sigh as Brooke’s heavy body landed on top of her. From there they continually rolled over on top of each other several times through the mud and a couple puddles.

Pulling hair, jabbing and biting,

Public safety officer Barney Paso and his deputy Alice Crabtree arrived on the scene; it took a few minutes and much effort in separating the females.

“She’s a fucking harlot!” Rhonda scornfully told Barney.

Barney handcuffed Rhonda, telling her to get her fat ass into the cruiser.

Brooke had already been handcuffed as she viciously gaped at Rhonda, “Fuck you! This is all your fault!”

Alice firmly grabbed Brooke by the arm and pushed her into the back seat of her squad car, “Hush! Another word and I’ll give ya a does of pepper spray!”

The females secured in the backseats, the squad cars pulled away.


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Vance stood in Gretel’s kitchen; the old gypsy woman wasn’t in her best mood.

“I wuz just wondering when Beulah will be coming back that’s all, Gretel”, said Vance.

Gretel’s cold eyes matching her surly expression, “Quite possibly next week.”

“Yes ma’am”, Vance regretfully uttered.

Gretel harshly sighed, “Be sure of a few things now, ya hear. Make your woman understand you’re in charge, obey yer every whim.”

“Well yes, Gretel, I stand to be firm with her”, Vance replied.

“Did I give permission to speak!” Gretel chided Vance.

“No ma’am, I’m sorry.”

Gretel sipped her apple juice then put it plain, “Yer woman is far the stupidest breeder there is, and that’s what she is, a breeder. A stupid breeder. I’ve arranged for Kim and Fawn to look after the babies after I return Beulah to you. For a short spell, short enough fer you to get her knocked up. You understand? I want you two to be like rabbits, as much as possible.”

“Yes’em, that’s what I’ve been trying to do”, Vance goofily grinned, “I’ll try better.”

Gretel relaxed her anger, and smiled, “I can still keep her waiting tables fer awhile, no doubt with that but you have to pay for the screen door.”

Vance nodded.

“And I’ll be sure to have Kayla do shopping fer ya, lots of fattening food too. I want Beulah humongous, big as a barn. You do the cooking for a while, keep her well fed until she’s back to being docile and tame like she should.”

Vance grinned.


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Meanwhile Kayla was at Rhonda’s trailer having a similar discussion with Fletcher.

“Gretel says that Louise will be back here in something like a week, you look after things fer her while she be gone.”

Fletcher paused from washing dishes and amiably addressed Kayla, “Sure, I don’t mind. Be it for all it’s worth, I enjoy being with the kids like they be my own. I just miss having Louise around.”

“I know all about that”, Kayla smiled, “Says lots about your character wanting to make Louise happy and looking after her. Now that Sue’s shacked up with that friend of yours, she won’t be here to lend a hand.”

Fletcher wasn’t so tactful in his opinion of Sue, “Shit, she was laziness multiplied by nine times. All she did was eat and sleep, it’s to Louise’s favor she ain’t living here no more.”

“Then you of the mind of staying with Louise for the long haul?” Kayla sweetly chirped.

“Damn straight! She’s so cool and put together nicely at that.”

“That’s a swell opinion fella”, Kayla mildy giggle, “Best of luck with that!”

“It’s more than luck”, Fletcher crowed, “It’s being with that special woman that makes everything seem right.”

“Okay, all that sentiment is going to make me throw up!” Kayla announced as she stood up and away from the kitchen table. “I’ll swing by the grocery store later on and bring you and the babies back some grub.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that!” Fletcher grinned.

Kayla nodded, subsequently telling Fletcher, “Remember you got to be the man around here.
When Louise get’s back, keep her happy and well-fed like Gretel says.”

Fletcher nodded as Kayla added, “Gretel wants her bigger and fatter!”

Fletcher unconsciously grinned, “Shit, I know enough about Gretel too not ruffle her feathers. But heck, you needn’t coax me into it. I’m very fond of Louise, be my pleasure looking after her.”

“That’s a credit to your gender, Fletch”, Kayla replied, “Might serve you well to put a little bun in her oven while you’re at it. She’ll rake in more welfare cash and be lot more affectionate to you in the long run.”

“Yeah, Kayla”, Fletcher coyly grinned, “You needn’t convince me, it’s what I’ve been thinking about.”


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Old man Dalton slowly maneuvered himself over to the pigpen. His big paw like hands hanging onto large metal buckets of slop. The eccentric old man lowered the buckets onto the soil, the heaviness of the buckets causing him to sigh out loud. Fumbling through his pockets, he found the key and unbolted the gate in which he steered open.

Dalton grabbed the buckets and entered the pen, trudging through the moist mud a few feet before settling the buckets down again.

Dalton’s eyes surveyed the pen, eventually focusing on a pair of ample bodies lounging in the mud.

“SOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEEE!” Dalton yelled out, “SOOOOOO-WEEEEE!”

“Time to feed my darling sows! Time to feed!”

The females rolled over from their backsides unto their bellies, on hands and knees they progressed toward old man Dalton.

Mr. Dalton took a step back, removing his pipe from out of his pocket in which he lit in swift order.

Their faces and bodies caked in mud, their tousled hair filthy.

“Here ya go porkies! Plenty to fill your fat bellies!” Old man Dalton invited the females to feed.

Brooke reached her bucket first; snorting with a wide smile before gobbling up the slop, where upon Rhonda gazed upward at Mr. Dalton with impassive eyes.

“Chow down my lovely big sow, don’t be apprehensive.”

Rhonda steered her eyes into the bucket, happily grunting as she began lapping up the slop.

Brooke bumped her shoulder against Rhonda, causing the older female to slip into the mud.

Old man Dalton gruffly denounced Brooke, “Hey! Don’t be a selfish piggy! There’s enough fer you and yer sister!”

Rhonda regained her position near the bucket, a bellowing snort, subsequently gorging on the slop.

Eat up! Best, tasty pigswill you kin gnaw. Fish heads and cattle guts, corn and chicken gizzards.”

Brooke and Rhonda ravenously gobbled up the slop, only pausing to snort or grunt.

Dalton keenly studied their fat bodies, he spoke directly to them.

“A shame old Gretel only has me tending to y’all for a week. Damn, you’d be huge in a few months.
Now the older gal, I reckon she’d be pushing somewhere in the upper 300’s but the younger female, she’d be 400-pounds and then some. Wish I could show you gals off but Gretel put the k-bosh on that. I’d charge a pretty penny for folks to see ya, surely give Gretel her share of the loot too.”

Dalton slowly walked out of the pen and locked the gate.

“You girls”, Dalton chuckled, “Shit, sows be more fitting to call ya fer the time being. Just enjoy the slop and I’ll be back in about 4 hours with some more.”

Brooke and Rhonda squealed, gorging themselves to excess until the buckets were empty.


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