When she was 6, Greta was taller and heavier than anyone her age. Her dresses were for girls two or three years older. Sitting in small school desks pinched her legs and hips; sometimes her dresses got caught and tore. She had a pretty face, but she was slow and clumsy and her classmates teased her. The teasing grew worse when at 9 she was the first mature and develop breasts. She became self-conscious and withdrawn.
By the time she was 11, Greta was spending most of her time in her room with bags of candy, romance novels, pictures of her crushes and her own fantasies to keep her company. Her fantasies often spiraled around an experience the previous year. The boys were teasing her during recess, as usual. Charlie O'Brien was the worst, leading cries of "Fatty Gretatty" and launching himself into her soft stomach and her new breasts repeatedly. Greta was crying, begging them to stop, when she stumbled as Charlie was bumping her. They both fell, Charlie on top. The way they fell together gave Greta an oddly pleasurable tingle. His head was on her breast and his leg was caught between her legs. He started pulling it out but she clamped down, which felt even better. "Hey, let me go!" he said, but using her size and weight Greta rolled on top, his leg still caught inside her legs. That felt even better, like when she touched herself, but all over. The more he struggled, the better it felt. She liked was also enjoying being in control for once. The shouting of the others around them grew indistinct, while a roaring in her ears grew louder until the feelings exploded inside her. Something made her want to hold Charlie tightly.
Charlie felt just the opposite. He was being pinned by a girl, by Fatty Greta! Whether it was by her weight or her strength didn't matter; it was totally humiliating! He had to get away. He pushed his hands into her soft flesh but it was like pushing on jello. She was breathing funny too and making animal noises and then she started clutching at him. Uggh! She was so weird.
As the sensations ebbed her grip relaxed. Charlie's struggles started to feel more painful than exciting. She could stay on top of him all day if she wanted, but she didn't want to. She pushed herself up and he slid out, yelling at her, making threatening motions with his fists, all the while backing off. She looked at him blankly. The feelings were fading, and the taunts of her classmates were starting to bother her again. She just wanted to go home.
Afterwards she wanted those feelings again. She would try tackling or grabbing back at boys who bumped or "elbow-titted" her, but they were getting bigger and stronger while she wasn't, and anyway it never had the same effect. She became withdrawn. Only two things comforted Greta: sweets and 'touching herself', often while reliving the experience with Charlie. That she steadily gained weight did not bother her. Being large and heavy had let her control Charlie and mash her body against his. In fantasies she became even larger, using her weight to pull boys down and her bulk to trap their bodies underneath hers. They could push against her, but they couldn't move her or hurt her, and while they were trapped she made them rub against the parts that made her feel good. She found stories on the internet about giantesses and domination that fed her fantasies, but she preferred making them up herself. She didn't think about real sex, or dating, at least not very often.
When Greta graduated high school she was 5'6", two inches taller than she was at age 10, and weighed 245 lbs. Her grades were good enough to go to Local State University Branch, where she had more privacy than at home and the freedom to eat what she wanted. It wasn't bad; she went to classes and pursued her limited pleasures, including crushes on boys in her class or her dorm, like Mark.
She had just returned from an early class and breakfast and sat down with her Spanish text book, a large, sweet coffee, a box of doughnuts, and bags of candy when there was a loud noise. The dorm shook and a gust of wind blew into the window, sending her class notes to the floor. She bent over uncomfortably to retrieve them. When she sat down a ring was stuck in the glaze of her doughnut. She plucked it out, frowned at its ugliness, and proceeded to lick the chocolate off. As her tongue cleaned the inner part of the ring an electrifying tingle went through her body. It stopped when she took the ring out to examine it. There was nothing special about it. It was slightly dented, and the color was not bright enough to be real gold. It was too small to fit on her ring finger, but with some effort Greta was able to push it onto the top third of her pinkie. The feeling came back immediately.
"Ooooh," Greta said out loud looking at the ring. "You make me feel good! How do you DO that?"
A voice in her head said, 'I do what you want.'
'Yeah?' Greta said, smiling. 'Well, I want to feel VERY good!' The orgasmic feeling doubled in intensity. "Oh god!" she said, the feelings made it difficult to think or form any other questions. "Not so much!" The feelings ebbed slightly. "This is great!" she said, and kissed the ring. "What else can you do?"
The voice replied, 'Anything the ring wearer commands, other than change my own properties.'
"Anything?" Greta asked.
'Yes'
"Can you … give me a piece of chocolate cake?"
'If you want.'
Some cake appeared on her desk. It was heavenly and she quickly finished it. 'Another piece. Bigger!' she thought. A larger piece appeared. She ate two-thirds of it and then stopped, satisfied. She looked at the food on her desk wistfully. "Is it possible to keep eating and never get full?" she wondered aloud.
'Yes'
The full feeling vanished. Greta finished the rest of the cake and then ate half of a doughnut. She stopped and felt her stomach. 'I don't want to get sick.'
'OK. You won't get sick.'
Greta froze. "What? Ever?"
'Never.'
"Really? No more stomach aches? What else … you said you can do anything … so … can you make me bigger? Or smaller? Or stronger?"
'Yes'
'Or prettier? Or sexier?'
'Yes'
'And ,uh, you could make people fall in love with me?'
'Yes.'
'Even make boys, um, get, you know, hard-ons for me.'
'Yes.'
'Wow.' Greta walked over to the mirror and looked at herself more carefully than she had in years. Her dark blue LSUB t-shirt pulled tightly across her large breasts and her large stomach, leaving a gap between her shirt and her stretch pants. Her bottom was two large globes of fat that jiggled with each movement. She held her stomach, and her fingers buried themselves in rolls of fat. She knew she wasn't big or powerful at all, just fat and ugly. Her eyes strayed to the bag of glazed doughnuts and the 2 lb. bag of jelly beans and the 1 lb. bag of M&Ms on her desk. She reached for a doughnut and thought.
"I want eating the black ones to make me stronger, the blue ones to make me bigger, the yellow ones to make me sexier, the red ones to make me hotter, you know, to boys, the orange ones to make me smarter, the brown ones to make me tougher so I never get hurt and the green ones to give me muscle, umm, like spinach in Popeye, turning my fat into power muscle. And eating doughnuts and anything else that's sweet and yummy will give me energy, super-energy, like the sun, you know? I want to become the biggest, sexiest, most powerful, unstoppable, irresistible girl in the world so I can do what I want, eat what I want, have any boy I want, and feel good all I want. Can you do that?'
'Yes.'
'Where is Charlie O'Brien?'
'He is at Out-of-State University.'
'Oh yeah, OSU.' She stuffed some black jellybeans in her mouth. She felt different, lighter. She lifted the end of the bed up with one hand. "Yeah! I want him here, now, sitting on my bed," she said.
There was Charlie totally confused. "What the fuck am I doing here? Who the -- is that you? Greta -- hey, you're fatter than ever!" He got up.
"No! Charlie, you stay!" She was in his way. He was 5" taller than her and very fit. She reached for him and put her arms around him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he shouted as she pushed him back on the bed. She was on top. She saw three black M&Ms and scooped them up and put them in her mouth. Mmmmm! She pinned his arms down and started rubbing against him. "Stop that!" he cried out. "Stop!"
'Quiet' she thought; his shouting ceased. He was a grown man, bigger than she, with real muscles, but she was stronger, in control. It was coming. Oh, yes! She let go of one of his hands to feel if he was aroused too but once she did he started punching her in the face. Hurt, she moved away and he ran out of the room. She didn't follow. She ate 10 brown M&Ms, and she felt fine, physically.
Next time she would be prepared.
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