Ann’s World
Sarah dressed as the doctor left the room. She couldn’t believe it! That bikini shoot in Malaysia had given her a rare tropical disease. At first she was afraid she would die from it, but the doctor said it was easily curable, but when he told her the cure and it’s side effects, she wished she could die. The cure was simple enough. A small incision into her neck and remove the infected portion of her pituitary gland and she would be almost as good as new. The ‘almost’ part was the killer. With part of the gland missing, her metabolism would slow down and she would gain weight — A LOT of weight. This wouldn’t do for a model. Actually, she was now a former model since the medication had already put 13 pounds on her. She rubbed the soft belly that had once rippled with muscle. The surgery was tomorrow. Soon this barely noticeable tummy would balloon into a basketball of pure flab. A tear slid down her cheek.
Sarah came to a groggy consciousness after the surgery. She could feel the bandage on her neck. Oh no! as groggy as she was, just moments after major surgery, she was hungry! RAVENOUSLY HUNGRY! Sarah stayed in the hospital for only 2 days. As expected her metabolic rate was slowing rapidly. She found she was sleeping more, but also she had this delightful feeling of peace, and inner calmness she hadn’t known since she was 13 and had begun her career as a model. She went home concerned, but oddly hopeful of her future. She was glad to be off the medication but she had still put on 5 more pounds in the 2 days since the surgery. Her clothes were tight; too tight. On the way home she stopped in a mall to get some new things. Sarah was shocked. The only things that fit were size 8! She had been a petite 6 only a month before! Even more surprising was the fact her bra was now too small. She needed a 36B. The off the rack clothes and the added fullness in her hips, chest and face totally changed her look. She was still pretty, of course, even beautiful, but that ‘something special,’ call it glamour, that makes a top model was gone. In an instant, she knew what she had to do. She went to a beauty shop and had her hair re-styled and returned to its natural color. The effect was astonishing. Gone was Sarah Lane, model. In her place was Ann DeMarco, her real name.
It felt good to be Ann again. Her last stop was the supermarket. She filled her kitchen with all of the sights and smells of an Italian kitchen, that she had known and loved since she was a child. She prepared Veal Picante with pasta she made herself. The meal was a transitional experience for her. She had no financial worries, she had only had this lose of power that came with leaving modeling, but she would find a new way — a new life that would be more fulfilling than the old one. She looked around. This was a big house and she was determined to fill it with love and children.
Sarah called Alan Weller. He was a man she had dated seriously for a time. Actually, they had fallen in love, but he wanted her to give up her career to be a fulltime wife and mother. Worse, he had wanted her ‘fill out a little and look more like a real woman.’ Sobbing, she told him about her operation and, sheepishly, asked him if he still wanted her. The happiness and sincerity in his voice when he said ‘Yes!!’ made Ann know to the depth of her soul, that she had made the right decision. He told her to make him a special meal because he was coming over tonight to ‘do this right.’ She was trembling with excitement as she hung up the phone. She was going to marry Alan. She was going to become a wife and mother. Feeling silly, she stuffed a pillow under her blouse to see how she would look pregnant. She looked wonderful! Ann put on a sexy dress, though she felt her butt was looking too big to do it justice. Alan flew through the door and crushed her in his powerful arms. She swooned. Before she knew what was happening, he had placed a diamond ring on her finger and asked her to marry him. She was blubbering as she said YES!
They flew to Las Vegas that night. Two days later, and another 4 pounds heavier, Alan carried Mrs. Weller over the threshold. Time passed happily for them both. Ann loved cooking and keeping house and each evening they made sweet love by the fire. Ann was riding up and down on Alan’s stiff penis. It filled her! Her eyes were closed as she ate a banana, her 40C bosom bouncing in unison, her soft, round belly jiggling with each thrust. She was almost ready. He was almost ready. His penis erupted, filling her with hot, sperm. She arched her back, her pink nipples hard and erect. The climax ebbed, but she knew, she really knew, she had been impregnated.
Ann climbed off her mate and walked into the kitchen, her wide womanly hips rolling seductively. She straightened her shoulders against the weight of her breasts. This new fullness agreed with her. She returned with some whipped cream and slowly smeared it on her husband’s love muscle. It seemed like hours passed as she licked it off, but soon her stud was hot and ready again. She was in a breeding frenzy and only daily injections of semen would satisfy her. She was ready and eager to bear her children. Ann was on her hands and knees, moaning lustily as Alan pumped into her. Sweat glistened on her forehead, arms and shoulders. It was dripping off her 42D tits as they slapped together in rhythm to her husband’s fucking. His big hands roamed all over her full breasts and the bulge of her [tag]pregnant[/tag] belly.
Now four months along her nipples were fat and brown and her vulva was plump, moist and inviting most of the day. She opened her eyes to glance into the mirror on the wall. She looked wonderful; plump, round and well swollen with motherhood. Her ass and thighs were jiggling happily. She was contented.
Today was Ann and Alan’s first anniversary. She had just finished nursing Deirdre and had expressed some extra milk into bottles for the sitter. Dressed in her bra, slip and pantyhose, she surveyed her post-baby figure. Her belly was a soft, round ball sticking out from between wide, matronly hips and balanced by a wide bottom. Her shapely legs had thickened with plump thighs and meaty calves. She patted her big tummy comfortably and could feel her upper arms jiggle a bit. Her bra straps indented her fleshy shoulders as they held up her milk-bloated 46DD breasts. At 154 pounds she had chubby cheeks and the beginnings of a double chin. Alan was taking her to dinner to celebrate and she had to finish dressing. The size 14 cocktail dress was new, but it seemed snugger, especially in the hips, than when she bought it. Her highly developed fashion sense told her that this dress had been designed for a slender figure. She decided to shop in Plus Size stores from now on. That way the clothes would be better proportioned. Still, Alan liked clothes that showed off her voluptuous curves as much as she liked having them. After dinner, they were going to a hotel to make love in private. She was ready to get pregnant again.
Dierdre ran from the school into Ann’s station wagon. Alan jr. was sitting in a booster seat, while baby Lisa slept in her carseat. Ann couldn’t believe how much had changed in the 5 years since her illness. None of her old friends would have recognized her now that she weighed 227 pounds. Apple cheeks and a second chin had changed the woman who had once been Sarah Lane. She had spent most of the last 5 years either pregnant or nursing, and the doctor had just told her she was pregnant again!
They spent a quiet family weekend lounging by the pool and barbecuing. Alan was grilling some ribs while read on the chaise lounge. To celebrate the new baby, she gave Alan a treat and wore a bikini. She rubbed some suntan lotion on her big thighs. They now had folds at the knees and a bit of cellulite on her hips. Her massive 52G bust covered her torso from just below her collarbone to the top of her huge, stretch marked belly. And they still bulged fatly under her flabby upper arms. Alan couldn’t stand it anymore. He stopped cooking and came over to rub lotion on the vast bulk of his wife. Ann knew the children were taking a nap so she peeled off her overworked bikini bottom. Alan spread the soft blubber of her thighs and gazed on her vagina. After 3 pregnancies and 115 pounds her vulva had become a plump, bulging mound that felt so good as he entered it. Ann moaned contentedly and wrapped her legs around her man. She had to be careful now that she weighed more than him. This was what she wanted; a comfortable home, a good man, and a house full of children. But she wasn’t finished yet.
After Alan was through riding his wife, she looked at him tenderly and said, “Alan. I have been your wife for 5 years. Borne you 3 children and am carrying another. I love and adore you, but please, tell me what really happened when I got sick.” He was stunned, but not really surprised. “How did you know?” he asked. “Alan, silly. There is no disease, tropical or otherwise that turns a skinny, almost flat-chested, woman into the swollen, topheavy baby factory that I have become. You have a large stake in a drug company, don’t you? Come on. The truth.” Alan was caught. He explained how he arranged for her to be given a drug that increased ‘maternal instincts’ and stimulated the entire reproductive system. He had to. He wanted her so badly he just had to. Anne looked at him devotedly. “It’s OK, honey. I have never been happier. I thank you for doing this to me. The reason I want to know is that I have an idea on how we could make other women as happy as I. I want to start a dress shop, but a different kind. Ordinary haute couture at good prices in the front. But the secret is high fashion for full-figured and pregnant women, plus a social club in the back. Now; if I could add that drug to the coffee …..” Alan smiled. His wife wasn’t just beautiful. She was a genius.
–Part Two–
Anne’s World had been open for a month and was already a huge success when Maryann Kahn came in for the first time. The place was amazing. Gorgeous, slinky clothes and accessories at great prices. She wiggled her lithe size 8 body into a spandex cocktail dress. hmm Maryann liked what she saw. Maybe this would get a new boyfriend. Ed was starting to bore her again. A salesgirl offered her a cup of cappuccino. It was excellent, but very different.
The next week was very unusual for Delia. She was late for work every day. This was because she was stopping at an all-you-can-eat breakfast place. Her lunches were getting long, too, and not just from [tag]eating[/tag]. She wandered the mall looking in maternity shops. Pregnancy still appalled her, but she had the curiosity about it. Then she glanced in FREDERICKS OF HOLLYWOOD and wondered if Mike would like her in some sexy outfit. This was strange. She hadn’t even met him yet. Friday afternoon she stopped by her favorite store, La Petit Femme, to get a new bikini for the weekend. She took a size 4 string bikini into the dressing room. It could barely cover her! Strange. Her breasts bulged out of the cups and the bottom kept riding up in her buttocks. She asked a salesgirl to check her size. Wow! She had added an inch to her waist and hips … and two inches on her bust! She was up to a size 6-regular. Delia had to try another store. This one only sold petite sizes and she couldn’t fit in them anymore.
On the way, she stopped at a 5&10 to check her weight. Oh, dear. She had put on 6 pounds. That was a lot for her 5’1″ frame. She went to another store a tried on a more conservative 2-piece suit. It looked good on her. Suddenly, she felt rather chesty and took a deep breath. It accented her bosom nicely. She didn’t look so bony anymore, and her legs seemed shapelier, though her muscles had lost the definition she had worked so hard to achieve. Try as she might, she couldn’t suck in the slight pot she had developed. That was, of course, impossible because the pot wasn’t flab. Her uterus was enlarging. On the way home, she bought a new bra – a 34A.
She arrived Friday evening at Maryann and Ed’s house. In the last week, Maryann had blossomed, with a full belly. She caressed her belly at every opportunity and she noticed Delia’s more voluptuous form. Mike and Delia hit it off right away. Since he was , like Ed, a feeder he really enjoyed the way Delia was eating. That night, he slipped into her room and didn’t leave.
After that weekend together, Mike decided to move to town permanently. He met Delia for lunch every day, and each evening was spent together as well. She began to show the effects of all this pampering. Her boyish hips became wide and womanly, while her buttocks grew round and protruding. Her scrawny legs filled out into the kind of shapely gams that you see in old movies, with plump thighs and meaty calves. Her face filled out, too. The extra fullness softened and rounded it, making her look years younger. The most amazing change was to her bustline. As the weeks passed and the pounds piled on, her breasts grew fuller, rounder and heavier. 34A. 36B. Before she knew it, she was a buxom 38C. She let her hair grow out and wore sexier clothes to better show off her new curves. 40D. Delia stood in front of the mirror looking at the well-filled sweater. She couldn’t believe how BIG she was getting. It was around this time that Delia was fired. All of the missed days and too long lunches were more than her boss could take. She was crying when she told Mike. He told her not to worry about a thing. She moved in with him that day and became his mistress.
Now that she was a lady of leisure, Delia spent more time with Maryann. By now she was in her 7th month and a happier pregnant lady you could not find. They spent their days in the beauty parlor, shopping, or going to lunch. In a month, this life had changed Delia from an independent career woman, into a round, chubby nymphet. Mike took her to a black tie dance at the country club. Her strapless gown served up her 42DD boobs like a pair of cantaloupes. mmm She loved being big and chesty. It pleased Mike. He took her onto the terrace and gave her a ring. A DIAMOND RING! Delia cried for joy. They were engaged. She delayed the wedding so Maryann could give birth. Delia wanted her as matron of honor.
Delia looked radiant in her size 12 wedding gown, but she was jealous of Maryann. She thought that she was more beautiful with her plump cheeks, second chin and milk-swollen bosom. Unconsciously, Delia ran her hand over her own round belly. ‘Soon,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’ll look that good.’ She had taken a home pregnancy test this morning. It was positive.
–end–
by Sarah Barndt
