While Stacy was away at college, Stella’s regime began in earnest.
Away from her daughter who—justifiably—would have had concerns about what she and her husband were doing, Stella Sterns had no to limit what she could or couldn’t do. With her daughter not there to worry about her, and her loving husband only there to encourage her further, this is where Stacy’s mother began the more subtle changes.
“Here you go, honey—” Stewart said as he put the sandwich he’d made on the dresser, “For whenever you feel like you want a snack.”
“Thanks babe.” Stella said breathlessly, flashing a quick smile before turning back into her closet, “When’s dinner?”
“I figured we’d have it around five thirty.”
“Think you could push it up a bit?” Stella panted in a breathless voice, “M’really working up a sweat here.”
“Ooh—can’t have that~”
Stella took one heavy step back into the walk-in closet that she had been steadily emptying out since she began her little journey. Over the past few weeks, she’d been tossing out clothes that she’d already outgrown. There was no sense in keeping old pantsuits and blouses, skirts or sweaters. She’d never be able to fit into most of her jeans again, and that was just her Spring Wardrobe. As she’d only continued to get heavier, slowly cutting unnecessary exercise out of her daily routine, standing even for this long was becoming increasingly difficult.
Stella wiped the sweat that had beaded from her forehead with one meaty arm. She looked quite the sight—almost unrecognizable from the woman who’d barely been able to get out the words “I want to get fat” to her daughter. She’d already turned into quite the doughball, albeit at an even pace. Her cheeks spread wide and round behind her, just as her chest rose and her belly inflated. Squeezed into her sister-in-law’s maternity pants and one of her ex-husband’s sleep shirts, her brown hair up in a messy ponytail as she heaved and hoed her heavy girth about, it was clear that she was way too out of shape to do this as easily as she remembered it to be.
It’d be worth it when it was over, though.
Soon, she’d have a place to keep all of the new clothes she’d bought. Some of them at least a few sizes too big, just in case.
When she’d bought everything, she wasn’t sure how she was going to fill out. Would she wind up one of those lucky hogs with shoulder boulders? Big, sagging breasts that poured over her biggest bras with a floppy tummy that muffined over the waist of her pants? Maybe she’d wind up the other way—a big fat blimp with a fat butt that stuck out two feet on either side and just as deep, with teeny-tiny titties that sat on top of her tankard belly?
She had no way of knowing; in all the years she’d spent fantasizing about giving in and letting go, no one in her family had ever gotten big enough to really tell…
Running her hands along her belly as it stuck out from underneath her too-tight top, bulging over her waistband and under the hem of her shirt by a solid three inches, Stella felt a little tickle.
What if she wound up one of those freakshows who were all belly? One of those fat sweaty pigs who waddled everywhere with a fat tank attached to the front of their bodies. Her trunk-thick legs squat and spread as she steered a massive, four-foot wide gut towards a buffet table, bent over her feedbag stomach as she stuffed herself uncontrollably…
“Nnn…”
Stella closed her eyes and took a deep breath, swelling her stomach out and out from the confines of her clothes. Running her hands up and down, she kept the image fresh in her mind. She pinched an inch of belly blubber with two fingers, and gave her belly a good wobble.
That would be her new favorite mental image.
At almost seventy pounds heavier since they’d decided to begin this thing in earnest, Stella was already bigger than she’d ever been in her life. More than two hundred pounds of chubby mom, ready to spend all day on her butt getting pampered by her doting husband.
But she was going to get so much bigger by the time all this was done and over with.
Reinvigorated, Stella opened her eyes with a wide smile and tossed her old jeans aside. A large pile of clothes had formed in the corner of their bedroom to be bagged and taken to Goodwill. They were clothes she was never going to need again for a woman she was never going to be again.
Stella Stanford-Sterns was going to be who she always wanted to be, one pair of outgrown pants at a time…