A Fridge Too Far (BBW, WG) (Ch. 20-37, ongoing) *12 Jun 2018 - CHAPTER 37*

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(continued from: http://www.Curvage.org/forum/index.php?topic=16647.0 )

CHAPTER 20 - Where Mary pushes many boundaries and gets pushed over a few more.

The dessert turned out to be a big birthday cake. So big, actually, that Mary would not be surprised if it had as much calories itself as the pizzas she ate earlier. Feedward drove to buy it soon after she mentioned the dessert. She expected him to bring her a bowl of ice cream maybe. But as it turned out, he wanted to impress her.

“Normally I’d ask you if you’re crazy for wanting me to eat this, but after your idea for dinner I’m not surprised.”

Feedward laughed and asked her: “So, wanna start already or aren’t you hungry yet?”

“Recently I’m almost constantly hungry,” she said, wondering how her metabolism is actually working nowadays. She was actually surprised how hungry she was already. She took the first slice of cake. It was creamy, delicious and just perfectly sweet - tasty, but not to the point of making her queasy. She immediately took another slice.

“Oh, and here’s one more thing,” said Feedward, handing Mary a small package. “On my way to the confectionery I stopped by the shop where we ordered your dress… So here it is.”

Mary brushed off the crumbs from around her mouth, unpacked the gift and spread it out - it was a fuchsia-coloured mini dress made of stretchy cotton. Although it was UK size 26, it looked awfully small and Mary remembered that her size 26 clothes have been getting quite tight lately - the less elastic of them she stopped wearing already so as not to have them ripped by accident.

“I guess you expect me to check it out?” she asked him.

“Of course I do, if it does not fit or you find it ugly, I have to exchange it for something better.”

“Well, I like the colour… although it’s not something I’d usually pick. Let me check how it looks on me then.”

Mary went to the bathroom to undress and try the new dress. After stripping to underwear only she slid into her new piece of clothing and pulled it onto her curvaceous body. When she saw how short the dress was, she tried to pull it down a bit, but to no effect - it just sprung back to its intended length, which was mid-thigh. The fabric was not too thick so it did nothing to hide her belly or back rolls - if anything, it underlined them. It had short sleeves made of even thinner, silky and somewhat see-through material. The neckline was wide and quite deep and if it wasn’t for the slightly fuller bodied bra that she wore, it would expose the upper parts of her breasts down to only a little bit above the perimeter of her areolas. And in the rear it exposed quite a big part of her plump back and shoulders. It definitely was not something that an average fat girl would wear in public. She tried making a sit up and a few other moves to stretch the material and it proved very elastic - no danger of ripping and it could definitely deal with her belly after a big meal. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked a bit weird. She rarely wore things that were so… provoking in the past and definitely never in public. It was something new to her and she had to admit she felt a little excited seeing herself dressed like that and not trying to hide even a bit of how fat she got. She walked closer to the mirror and decided that her makeup did not go with that dress. She washed her face and instead of the rather soft reserved one she had, she put on something stronger - deep glossy pink lips and dark grey smokey eyes enhanced with mascara and eyeliner. And then she took a curling iron, something she has not used in a longer while, and give some curl and volume to her short bright hair. She looked in the mirror again - now everything seemed to be in order. Except for one thing - with the dress being so body hugging and its fabric relatively thin, the lines of her underwear were showing. She thought for a moment and decided to tease Feedward a little. She reached to the back and undid her bra and after a few quick moves she took it out and put it away. The she reached down and pulled her panties down and put them away too. She looked in the mirror again. This time the only thing standing out on the dress fabric were her nipples, pointing a little downward. With the makeup, styled hair and the dress, as well as the body underneath the dress, Mary thought she looked like a feisty middle-aged mom who loves food too much for her own good. She wondered how Feedward would react to it. She came back to the room where Feedward was sitting and reading something on his smartphone.

“That took you a while, I almost thought you…” he said and paused, moving his eyes from the screen to Mary. “Holy shit.”

“What? Do I look bad?” asked Mary in a teasing tone.

“Hell no. I just didn’t expect you to… uh…”

“Make myself look like I do, you mean?”

“Yeah… And to wear this dress without underwear.”

“Well, I did. And now I want the cake. Will you help me?”

She did not need to ask him twice. She sat on the couch and he immediately put a huge slice on the platter. Huge as the slice was, it was only a small piece of the whole cake. Mary thought that she will be stretching the limits of the new dress by the time she finishes it, to Feedward’s delight.

And she was not far from truth. It took almost an hour before she ate the cake and when she did, she was lying on the couch with full belly, breathing heavily, while Feedward was sitting on a chair in front of the couch and admired her. He paid particular attention to her now additionally rounded belly, stretching the dress he just bought her. His gaze started travelling along her whole body, from chubby ankles through big fat thighs and belly rolls under the fabrics, up to her soft full breasts, one of which was dangerously close to sliding out of the deep neckline into the open. And finally up to her rounded plump face and her still relatively new haircut. He stopped there for a longer while too.

“Oh my…” said Mary, rubbing her belly through the dress with circular motions. “I can’t move…”

“Normally I’d offer a nice belly massage but I know I’m not allowed to,” said Feedward, spreading his hands out in a gesture of powerlessness.

“Yes, you are not…” said Mary. “Although there is a part of me that regrets it now… Can you give me some more of your granny’s herbal remedy?”

“Sure, I can even bring you a big bottle of it next time… You will probably have many opportunities to use it,” he said, smiling.

“Oh yes, with you I’ll definitely will,” she smiled back. “Do I have to do anything to earn it?” she asked in a playful tone.

Feedward was going to say no, but he stopped with his mouth halfway open and thought for a moment. Then he said:

“Actually, maybe you do.”

Mary sighed heavily, pretending to be tired. “I’m not eating anything right now… And not during the nearest hour - that at least I can guarantee.”

“Actually, it’s not about food. I want you to go to a club with me.”

“Are you crazy? The last thing I need is anyone around here seeing me hang out with some other guy. I’m already worried about anyone seeing you staying so long at my place.”

“Well then let’s go someplace distant - where no one knows you. I know a couple places located within an hour or so by car. I think it should be far enough.”

Mary considered it for a moment. Feedward was right - if she went far enough, the chance that anyone would remember seeing her with him was rather tiny. Besides, all of her and Dan’s friends lived rather close by, definitely not 40 minutes away. Besides, none of them would recognize her now and in the unlikely case that any of them would be there and she knew she is going to see them later, a small change in looks would do the trick.

“Ok, let’s say I say yes. When would we go there?”

“Tonight,” answered Feedward.

“What? With me being so stuffed? You must be joking. And maybe I’m supposed to go there just as I am now?”

“Why not? Wouldn’t it be exciting? And it’s not like you’re risking anything. We’ll go there once and never again, unless you choose differently. Plus, we’d be leaving in an hour and then we’d have one more hour in my van. I’m pretty sure you’ll not only feel less stuffed by then, but actually hungry.”

Mary considered his suggestion. She did a lot of new things recently and she was not sure whether she was not going too far. On the other hand, the idea did feel exciting, something that she would not normally do and that she might never have an opportunity to do again. And she could do it without risk, as she established before.

“Alright, give me a moment to touch up my makeup and find some nice shoes and stockings,” she said merrily. “But you’re paying for me tonight.”

“With pleasure,” answered Feedward, with a huge grin.

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Great way to start it back up!

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Thanks :-) I already have a whole chapter but due to forgetting a certain detail I had to move it forward  in time so chapter 21 won't be the last time when Mary and Feedward go out to party :-). I made an outline of it today and I just need to find the time to build some body upon that skeleton :-P I'm not sure if that story closes in 30 chapters... 40 more like...

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CHAPTER 21 - Where Mary learns how small the world and chairs can be.

Feedward’s prediction turned out to be quite accurate. Not long before they were leaving, Mary was already hungry. So while she was finishing getting ready, she sent him to the local store to buy a couple of bags of cookies for the trip. Meanwhile, she was choosing the shoes for the evening. Out of the older shoes that still fit her (and most didn’t) the only ones more fitting for a club visit were sandals on a very small heel. With her ankle in is current shape she couldn’t wear anything with high heel anyway, so the sandals were the only sensible pick anyway. So she put them on. Her earlier search for a nice pair of stockings failed, though. All of them were too small, so it seemed that the dress and shoes were going to be her only apparel for that day. Mary finished the preparations by putting on the hoop earrings and taking a pill for the ankle pain. Meanwhile, Feedward returned with the cookies so they could finally go out. They sneaked out as quickly as Mary could to the van and drove away.

On the road Mary made sure to decorate the whole interior with crumbles from the cookies. Feedward did not mind though - he was actually quite happy seeing how she devoured bag after bag. She went through them halfway so a bit later they stopped to get a burger in a drive-through. Obviously, Mary took the largest one and washed it down with a litre of coke. When they finally got to their destination, she was already thinking about what snacks were available inside. The club’s name was “Innuendo”, the name that shined brightly on a neon sign above the alley. They heard muffled tones of music from the inside and when they paid for entrance and came in, it hit their ears. It turned out that on that night the club played electronic remixes of various 70s and 80s rock hits. Mary could even notice some familiar melodies. When they were moving through the club trying to find the place that Feedward booked, Mary was followed by many stares. Sure, there were many scantily clad women in the club but Mary was definitely the fattest of them and definitely among those dressed in a most daring way. Some stares were just curious of the oddity that Mary constituted but plenty of them showed honest interest that reached its peak when they landed around her cleavage or followed the slight bounce of her breasts, which were kept in place only to an extent by the dress tightness. Finally, Feedward noticed the table with their number and they sat in chair in front of each other, separated by the narrow table. It was a good idea on part of the club owners - it was hard to communicate when then musing played without talking quite loud and close to the recipient’s ear. The only problem was that these chairs were definitely not designed with hips as wide as Mary’s in mind. They had armrest on the sides that Mary had to squeeze between. When she finally did, her soft hips were slightly protruding through the openings under the armrests. Mary was a little annoyed about but since she managed to take a comfortable seat in the end, she got over it. Feedward, on the other hand, seemed delighted and she could imagine why. A waitress came and took their order. Feedward, being the driver, took only some juice mix, while Mary ordered a beer with raspberry syrup. And a pizza, the largest they offered, on thick dough with 4 types of cheese. A while later they got the drinks but had to wait a little longer for the pizza. Mary caught a few more stares, often smiling to the oglers when they noticed them. Most of them did smile  back. They were sitting not far from the dancefloor and she could see people having fun there. She almost stood up and went there, but when she put more pressure on her sore ankle a slight sting of pain, dulled by the painkiller, reminded her to better stay in place. Feedward, whose gazed was fixed on her face even since they sat down, noticed her move and then squinting a little when she felt the pain, so he looked at her with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“I haven’t danced in a club for a longer while… Too bad my ankle is in bad shape. I’d love to go out there,” she said, indicating the dancefloor with her eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be the last time we go out together, you know. So maybe next time you ankle is going to be ok. Or at least well enough.”

“Maybe…” she said, looking back to the dancefloor. Then she turned her head and again met Feedward’s gaze. “I have a feeling that you’re eating me with your eyes today.”

“Is that so?” he said, continuing the visual consumption. “Your feeling is probably quite spot on.”

Mary laughed, entertained by his cheekiness. “And what did I do to deserve being eaten alive like that?” she asked, making a sad face.

“Well, for starters, pun not intended, the meal is quite hearty and delightfully tasty. It’s a good thing that my eyes don’t have bellies, or they would pop out seriously from their sockets.”

Mary took a long sip of her beer, very amused. “You know what I mean.”

“Actually, I’m not entirely sure.”

“Well, it’s obvious from the very beginning that I’m a nice sight to you, pardon my being immodest. But since the moment I left my bathroom after you gave me the dress, I see you looking at me with those hungry eyes whenever I look in your direction. So what’s the catch? Is it just my nipples?”

“Oh, they do have a big part in it, next to how they bounce up and down without the bra. Plus, and that may surprise you, I like that cute sag of theirs that they probably developed while getting bigger and that I can finally see in its whole glory.”

“So a mix of the predictable with a touch of unpredictable. And there’s more?”

“Yeah,” Feedward said, sipping some of his juice. “Now, I’m not sure whether you’re going to like the sound of it, but I can’t believe that the woman sitting in front of me is only 23. But I find it positive, intriguing, and quite sexy actually.”

“Yeah, I know I don’t look like someone who ceased to be a teenager only a few years ago… Not anymore, anyway. Speaking of which, how much would you give me, if you were one of those guys around, seeing me for the first time?”

“Definitely thirties. And not early.”

Mary made a shocked expression while sipping on the beer again. “Wow,” she said when she put the glass down. “I didn’t think I look that bad…”

Feedward rolled his eyes. “It’s not bad, that’s the best thing. You look marvellous. Sexy, even quite naughty, daring, voluptuous… Hell, I have a long list of very positive adjectives for you and don’t make me use it for the next half an hour just to prove you look good.”

“Ok, I won’t. But help me understand this. So, you like mature women? Fat mature women? Is that it?”

“Well, it’s not that simple. I mean, on one hand I can definitely say I find mature women just as sexy as younger ones. You know how it is with wine… With women it’s often the same. But what I find really hot is when a young girl, like you, styles herself like a mature one. Not in some frumpy, boring, asexual sort of way, but on the contrary, like a seductive, confident woman, knowing how feminine she is and that you don’t have to conform to what the “majority” likes in order to be sexy. And in your case… Well, this goes even further because you now have a body that is more associated with a mature woman too. And you play along, cutting off your teeny locks and styling yourself as if you embraced it fully and wanted to push this game as far as you can. THAT is what makes me unable to look away from you. I mean, how often do you find a woman, who ditches her teen look for mature one basically on purpose, quite permanently and at the same time rocks it so much? You’re a phenomenon, that’s what you are.”

Mary listened to this speech of his carefully. Now, without interrupting the meeting of their eyes, she took a big sip of beer and said:

“You’re weirder than I thought.”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, smiling.

“You know what’s funny? I wouldn’t even get that idea, I mean, for trying to look like I do now, if it wasn’t for this one thing that happened around two weeks ago.”

“What was it?” asked Feedward, visibly interested.

“Well, it was when I changed my hair… It’s a long story how I got to that point. Basically blonde ambition gone wrong. But I ended up in that one salon where that hairdresser, Tom - if I remember correctly - gave me this haircut and color I have now, after cutting a whole lot of my fried hair. Now, it was one thing to see the “new” me after the makeover - I did look older, but I was also looking good, stylish… And I liked it. And then his wife came in. I mean, I didn’t know it was his wife. Hell, I actually even supposed she might be his mother for a while… But she also looked so good and so… ladylike. Back then she was a bit bigger than me but I guess now the difference would be even less noticeable, if any. I was gaining like crazy recently… So, you see, I saw this woman, fatter than me, but so good looking. And when I saw how he was looking at her… It was awesome.. I was sure then that it was not his mom! He was eating her with his eyes just as you are eating me today. And then he told me she was just four years my senior. It was shocking and exciting! I wanted to know how and why she got where she is today… badly! But I felt it would be too inquisitive if I asked him about her. I think her name was…”

“Monica,” said Feedward, who took the listening duty that time, until that very moment. Mary was visibly shocked.

“Wha…” she started with mouth wide open. “How did you know that?”

“Well, I don’t suppose there are many Toms living in our area who are hairdressers and have a wife matching that description. And I do know one such Tom. It’s not like we are close friends but… Well, we have common interests.”

“I can imagine,” said Mary and added: “The world is so small nowadays, it seems.”

“Big enough for even more big beautiful ladies,” Feedward said, smiling.

“Not what I meant, but you already know that,” she answered and finished her beer. “I’m hungry,” she said, making an exaggerated sad face.

“Right on time. I think I see your pizza coming.” It was indeed. When the waitress put the plate with pizza on the table between them, its dough protruded beyond the table edges. Mary wanted to move a little further away, but due to her belly she was already sitting a bit further from the table, so she had little space between the back of her chair and the person sitting behind her. Feedward notices that and pushed his chair to the back a little too and pulled the pizza plate closer to himself.

“Better?”

“Better,” Mary confirmed, finally able to sit without staining her dress with the flour, oil or sauce from the pizza. “I’m so fat…” she said, sounding a little puzzled and also a little concerned. She was a bit concerned, truth be told. There was a whole lot of things that happened during that day that showed her the limitations that her new size imposed. What surprised her when she reflected on that was that none of this stopped her from taking the first big slice of the pizza. And then immediately the second one. Feedward looked at that with appreciation. He seemed to chew on whatever words he was close to saying, and finally they did come out of his mouth, spoken like a verdict:

“Yes, you are fat.”

Mary stopped eating for a moment, startled by Feedward’s words, and looked him in the eyes. She already had the last bite of the second slice in her mouth, so she didn’t say anything. She knew those words was not meant as an insult, but something inside her still took them as such. Upon realizing this, she found it funny. She repeated that to herself in her mind. I’m fat. I am fat. I. Am. Fat. Without lowering her stare, she smiled to him. He smiled back and said:

“And you’re going to get fatter.”

Mary kept her smiling stare fixed on Feedward. She felt a weird sensation, like a little surge of electricity moving up her spine. And a that funny sensation coming from where she did not expect it to. She took the third slice, closed her eyes and took a big bite of it. It was delicious.

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CHAPTER 22 - Where Mary is a curious tipsy tease

 

The first pizza was not the last and soon the waitress brought a second one. That, and a drink. One in the card sounded particularly tasty to Mary and she couldn’t help wanting to try it. So Feedward indulged her. The drink was sweet and fruity. And had just enough booze in it to further increase Mary’s relaxation. They discussed the place they were in for a while, but then Mary’s curiosity took better of her and she came back to the topic of the couple that, as it recently turned out, they both knew - Tom and Monica.

 

“Soooo… What do you think about Monica?” she asked.

 

“I think she’s gorgeous,” answered Feedward and from his tone she could immediately tell that he really meant that.

 

“And I think I’m jealous!” she said and immediately added “I’m joking, I’m joking…”

 

Suddenly, Feedward seemed somewhat contemplative. And then he said: “You know, before I met you, I thought I’d never see again such a change as the one she went through… I mean, such things just don’t happen twice. And yet here I am and I see what I see…”

 

“I told you I was joking,” said Mary, “but if that’s your funny way of saying that I shouldn’t be jealous, then I accept that.” She took a sip of the drink. “And you’re right, she did change a lot… I saw her pics on Facebook, from the last 5 years… She went, like, 180 degrees different.”

 

“Oh yes… I was following this metamorphosis of hers from the first moment Tom gave me a link to her profile.”

 

“He gave you her profile address? Did he knew how much you were into her?”

 

“Well, when he was giving me that address I knew nothing about her. Me and him, we met online, which is ironic considering how close we live to each other. Anyway, we started talking about BBWs, ladies gaining weight… And it turned out he had a wife who was a sort of unintentional gainer, pregnancy plus genes stuff, and that he was afraid to tell her what he’s into and she was having a hard time believing he finds her as sexy as before she gained.”

 

“When was that?”

 

“Maybe a year after she had their first kid or so… So about 3 years ago.”

 

“So they have more?”

 

“Yeah, a couple. Boy and girl. In that order.”

 

“So nice… So, what happened after that meeting of yours?”

 

“Well, we talked a few more times and I sorta persuaded him to tell Monica the truth. I mean, could it get worse? She thought she was ugly to him and their sex life was nonexistent while he loved those 200 lbs that she hit. For some reason he was convinced that her finding about what he really thinks would be the nail to the coffin. Well, finally one day we went to have a drink in the real world, he got a little drunk and when he got home and she started yelling at him that he probably walks around clubs to find himself, quote, some skinny ass to fuck, unquote, he had enough and just told her what he really felt. That’s how they got the second kid.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, he fucked her brains out that night. And they were too emotional then to care about protection… But it was all for good. Now they have a couple of great kids and the second pregnancy had a quite positive impact on Monica, as you can see. She was eating for two, literally, if not for three. Actually, at some point she had to curb it because the doc told her it might not be good for the child. So she did curb it, but only until delivery. You know how many moms lose weight while breastfeeding, right? Well, she didn’t. But the breastfeeding made her hungry and she used that to the full extent. She was gaining weight fast… Well, not as fast as you are now, but still,” he said, visibly happy to mention Mary’s progress.

 

“So that’s how it happened… So was it, like, she gained for him? Or did she just let herself get fat?”

 

“Does it matter? Probably a mix of both, so the best option actually. She got fatter, he was pleased and since then I’ve never seen a happier couple.”

 

“So why did she started losing it later? I noticed she got a bit smaller about a year ago.”

 

“You have a good eye for details,” he said. “Well, it’s nothing too extraordinary. At some point she got anxious at where she is going with all this. You know, when she learned that Tom was into big ladies she just jumped into the new situation, feeling free and eager to please. But a couple months and a couple dozen pounds later she realized where this might go if carried on for a longer while. She got a bit anxious that if her gain was what made Tom tick, at some point she would either get up to some extreme weight or he would start losing interest in her.

 

“Would he?” Mary asked.

 

“Of course not! Hell, you know, there are guys who would like this stuff to go on indefinitely, but for guys like me or Tom it’s more to that. I mean, I do like big women, even huge, but I do like to be able to take them out for dinner, if you know what I mean.”

 

“I do,” Mary confirmed. “So, I assume they had another big conversation?”

 

“Sorta. At first she just stopped overeating and basically went back, more or less, to normal eating habits. It was enough to start losing.”

 

“Huh, I wish it was just as easy for me…”

 

“Really?” Feedward asked with a devilish smile. “I was quite certain that you’re actually doing everything to make every single piece of clothing that you have get too tight for you.”

 

Mary took a sip of her drink and gave Feedward a flirty look. “Maybe I am, but I’m a woman, I don’t have to be consistent.”

 

“Cheers to that,” said Feedward and clinked his glass of juice with Mary’s drink glass. “Anyway, Monica went like that for a while and Tom didn’t ask. She was actually puzzled that he took it so easily. In the end, they did talk about it. Tom reassured her that her getting a bit small wasn’t a problem but confirmed that he’d love it if she stayed quite plump. I guess that satisfied her since when I saw her a few months later she gained everything back with some extra.”

 

“So she’s still gaining for him?”

 

“I have no idea. I haven’t talked to Tom for a while. I was busy opening my business, he was busy with Monica, kids and his salon... I guess I should actually go for a beer with him one day again, I think there would be a lot to talk about.”

 

“Like me?”

 

“Well, well, aren’t we a little narcissistic?” Feedward asked, again with an infernal grin. “Yes, like you. I won’t deny it, you made an impression on me. I bet that Tom remembers you too.”

 

“Well, I’ll probably visit him before Dan gets back to get my hair in best shape possible. Maybe you can go with me then?”

 

“Huh, why not. Though I’d say your hair looks pretty awesome already. Especially today.”

 

“Why, thank you,” Mary said joyfully and then made a surprised face when she realized what the last two words were. “Why especially today?”

 

“I have a soft spot for the 1980s and you’re looking very 1980s tonight.”

 

“That’s a compliment, right?” she asked, pointing her finger at Feedward and squinting a little.

 

“You have no idea,” Feedward said merrily and took a sip. “So, what are you going to tell Tom to do?”

 

“I guess just the same thing he did the last time… Touch up my roots, trim it a little… I don’t know. Or maybe something a little different. Maybe I should let you pick.”

 

Hearing that, Feedward almost choked on the sip he was just taking. After coughing a little under Mary’s puzzled stare, he asked: “Seriously?”

 

“Well, you said I look especially good today and I do feel very sexy today, so I guess you might come up with a good idea. Besides, I’m curious what it would be.”

 

Feedward cleared his throat and finished his juice. “Let me think about that.”

 

“Sure, we still have a lot of time until then…” said Mary and reached for another slice of pizza, but found none. Feedward smiled and raised his hand to call the waitress.

 

“Do you like Monica’s current do?” he asked, waiting for the waitress to notice him.

 

“It’s funny that you are asking. I was thinking about her today when I was curling my hair.”

 

“Well, then you might find even funnier the fact that it was me who came up with the idea.”

 

Mary opened her eyes wide. “Really? That’s… Wait. No. That actually makes sense considering what you said about me being so…”

 

“...1980s, right? Well, there you have it. It was me who came up with the idea. I mean, Tom was always into vintage stuff, so more into the whole pin-up girl style and all. But when I mentioned how hot it would be for Monica to get one of those short bubbly curly styles that you now see mostly on ladies twice her age. For me it was like a holy grail, both 1980s and definitely adding a few years upwards in the eyes of average onlooker.”

 

“Not for him though?”

 

“That’s what I thought too. Imagine my surprise when he actually got interested. I think the idea that Monica could look more mature was a new way of seeing things for him but he liked it. I mean, at that point she definitely transitioned from girly to womanly and maybe he realized he actually liked it. And wanted to see how he would like more of it. Whatever it was, the first time he got an opportunity to do it, he did.”

 

The waitress came and Feedward told her up close something that Mary couldn’t hear. She raised her eyebrows and Feedward nodded. And then she was gone. Mary didn’t even think to ask about it because she couldn’t wait to ask her next question:

 

“And how did Monica react to the idea?”

 

Feedward smiled. “Explosively.”

 

“Huh?” Mary was not sure if she heard him correctly.

 

“He didn’t tell her. Her short hair grew back and it was starting to look a bit messy and shapeless, so she asked him to give her something new. And he did. When she went to the mirror to see herself, she stood for a few seconds with her mouth wide open, or at least that’s what Tom told me.

 

“Oh my god! She had no idea?”

 

“Not the slightest one. She is not the type that swears much but Tom told me his ears went red then from all the bad language,” said Feedward, chuckling. “And, obviously, she yelled a lot about how she looked like her own mother and the like. She needed a longer moment to come to terms with it… But the funniest thing is that she reportedly ended up liking it!”

 

“Figures. She looked quite confident when I saw her then, in the salon. And for a reason - she looks great with it. I mean, I would never say, seeing her for the first time, that she is just a few years older than me, but…”

 

“...she looks hot. And so do you. Don’t get me wrong but I wouldn’t place you in your twenties now either…”

 

Mary recalled her reflection in the mirror just before they left her home. She had to admit he was right. If she stood next to her mother now, people might consider them sisters, with Mary being the younger, fatter and more skanky one. She felt a little dressed up and it was a little exciting, even more so now when she was getting tipsy. She was far away from her neighbourhood, looking like a fat cougar, and the only person who knew the whole truth was Feedward, who was probably even more excited about it than she was. She felt like teasing him a little.

 

“So, I’m your holy grail now?” she asked in a jokingly provoking tone.

 

“Sort of, I guess…” said Feedward, looking a little melancholic. “But, again, it’s only temporary. Soon your boyfriend… sorry, fiance, is going to be back and we will have to stop those delightful meetings of ours. It’s too bad we didn’t meet earlier, although, on the other hand, I don’t think you were… ready to be where you are now back then, if you know what I mean.”

 

“I think so,” said Mary and saw the waitress approaching with pizza boxes. Five of them. She placed them on their table and Feedward thanked her. The waitress looked at him and Mary, a little puzzled, but said nothing and went away. Mary looked at the boxes. The pizzas here were obviously much smaller than those that she was getting at home from his parlour, but it was still quite an amount, especially considering that she had two already, minus maybe 3 pieces that Feedward ate. “Am I supposed to eat those?”

 

“Well, it’s nothing new, is it?”

 

“No, but I never… I have never eaten that much in public.”

 

“Is that a problem? It’s not like you should feel ashamed,” he said.

 

Mary looked around. There were already some people staring at them and the small tower of boxes. Mary saw some faces that were puzzled, some even shocked, a few even a little disgusted. She did not want to admit it, but she did feel a little ashamed. It was different doing it at home, or eating a single pizza at a time where nobody noticed how much of that she ate on her own. Now there was a huge pile of food awaiting her and everybody assumed, and rightfully so, that she was going to eat all of that by herself. She was not sure whether she should open the box. She smelled the pizza, it was not as good as the ones she had at home, but decent enough. And her hunger did not cease after the last one. She looked down and saw some doughcrumbs on her cleavage and her belly rolls pushing out the fabric of the dress, her recently enlarged breasts resting on them like on a shelf. She made a decision.

 

“You’re right, I shouldn’t. Besides, I’m hungry. I might need a beer to wash it down, though… Or two.”

 

“I’ve got it covered,” said Feedward and called the waitress again. “Are you sure you want beer?”

 

“I am. What, you’re afraid of me getting drunk?”

 

“Well, you are a bit tipsy already. Don’t get upset with me, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

 

“And you are. See how nice I’m growing under your care?” she said, grabbing her belly and shaking it. This movement almost hypnotised him and she noticed that. “See? There are benefits of me being tipsy,” she added, grabbed her breasts in the dress, got closer to the table and put them on it, which resulted in them almost jumping out from the dress. Her nipples were barely covered and Feedward could clearly see the areolas. He was looking at Mary’s fat breasts lying on the table for a longer moment and she was quite sure, that if he didn’t have a boner before, he had one now. And she was very amused by that. Finally, the waitress came. There was a certain disapproval in her look  when she looked at Mary. Meanwhile, Feedward raised his sight from Mary’s cleavage and looked her in the eyes. They were smiling and flirty, almost indecent with the kind of makeup that she had.

 

“Well, since you put it that way... “ he started, and turned to the waitress. “A coke for me, two beers for the lady and five more pizzas.” The waitress was surprised but took the order and went away. And then Feedward said to Mary:

 

“Let’s see how much of you this dress can contain.”

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Sorry for the big pause again... I guess my creativity just comes and goes. I hope you will enjoy that chapter!

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CHAPTER 23 - Where Mary learns what the consequences of a big late dinner are

 

When they arrived back at Mary’s home, it was almost morning. The drive back took a while and, additionally, they stopped in a diner on the way back, because Mary got hungry on the way. Not only did she eat a big meal at the diner, but she also took a huge bag of takeaways with her. It was quite expensive but Feedward was more than happy to pay, especially since alcohol made Mary even hungrier than ever before. She was actually on the verge of being somewhat drunk when they were leaving the club, but the amount of food that she ate helped minimize the damage and after the diner meal she was back to being just somewhat tipsy. Feedward was a little afraid of Mary getting nauseous in the car, but in the end nothing happened.

 

“That was one hell of a night,” she declared, when she walked out of the car, her belly visibly full under the dress fabric. She looked almost pregnant. “I have a hard time summing up how much I’ve eaten… I’m pretty sure I was never such a glutton in public before.”

 

“There’s always the first time,” said Feedward and looked with appreciation at Mary waddling slowly to the house door, “and I sure hope it wasn’t the last time when you let yourself go.”

 

“I think I let myself go in more than one way,” answered Many, opening the door with her key. “Are you coming in? I can make some coffee if you want.”

 

“Nah, I’m planning to get some sleep and coffee wouldn’t help with that,” he said and his eyes moved downward, to Mary’s saggy bust and protruding belly. “But I could use a cup of water or juice, truth be told. But then I’m running to my place, I think you could use some sleep too.”

 

“Well, come in then.”

 

They came inside and Feedward stopped at the kitchen entrance which was nearby. Mary took off her shoes with a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen past Feedward, bumping on him with her hip. Feedward barely felt the impact, cushioned by Mary’s softness, but she gave an apologizing look anyway and when she started pouring him some juice, she said:

 

“Sorry, I guess I’m still not fully used to how big I am now.”

 

“No worries, it’s kind of sweet. I guess your plump girl inside hasn’t catched up with the fat girl outside yet,” said Feedward, with a grin.

 

“I guess not. But I’m slowly getting at it.”

 

Feedward was in a playful mood and assumed that Mary was too, so he decided to push the topic a little further.

 

“With the current pace of your gain you might have a hard time catching up… You’re fattening yourself up deliciously.”

 

Mary blushed a little, still not fully accustomed to someone pointing out her growing fatness so bluntly. She didn’t feel offended though, the slight embarrassment was now just a residual reflex of the past. Despite being aware of that, Feedward smiled happily when he noticed the blush. Mary smiled back and decided to play along, the booze in her veins still making her a bit more daring than she usually was, even when taking into account her recently boosted confidence.

 

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s only me who’s fattening me up. You really seem to enjoy it.”

 

“I do. But what I enjoy the most is how eager you are to succumb to it and go beyond my expectations. I never thought you will gain so much so fast… Or that you’ll flaunt it with such style. That night was crazy. I almost regret I’m not Dan…” he said and paused after the last words. “Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have said that” added Feedward and glanced at Mary cautiously.

 

“Well…” started Mary, evidently still in a playful mood, smiling. “Maybe you shouldn’t have said ‘almost’. I’d be flattered if you really regretted it.”

 

Feedward looked her in the eyes. Then he looked below, at Mary’s abundance. He sighed, drank the juice in one go and got up. “It’s really time for me. I’ll see you later.”

 

Mary walked him to the door, waddling cutely. “Did I say something wrong?” she asked, as he was opening the door.

 

“No”, Feedward said with a faint smile when he turned back to her. “I just really regret it, just like you said. And that’s why I better leave before something happens that we both might regret. You especially.” He gave her a kiss on her soft plump cheek. “I’ll get you some nice breakfast in the morning.”

 

They exchanged byes. Mary stood in the doorway and watched him get into the car and drive away. He waved to her once more. She saw he was smiling, but it was a sad smile. Suddenly, and to her own surprise, Mary felt sad too. But she also felt sleepy and tired and the full belly was calling her to lie down in bed and absorb all the tasty calories. She closed the door, took a quick shower in the cabin that seemed smaller and smaller with every passing week and went to bed. She heard it creak when she fell onto it. And she fell asleep in less than a minute.

 

Feedward was standing in front of her. Naked. He had the same sad smile. She was surprised to see him. How did he get here? Mary checked whether she was looking decent. But she was naked too. Sitting on her couch, surrounded by food. She wanted to cover herself but there was nothing she could use. She took a large pizza that was nearby and covered her breasts with it. Most of them, anyway. Then she took another to cover her lap. Feedward smiled and said: “Eat, Mary.” Suddenly she felt her own hands pushing pizza dough into her mouth. Piece by piece, the pizza was disappearing in Mary’s ravenous mouth and her big saggy breasts were in the open again. Before she could do anything, she was eating the second pizza that covered her lap. When she was close to picking up the last piece, she realized that her legs are spread wide and the last pizza slice covers her privates like the main piece of thongs. She felt her hand reaching there, but with great mental effort she managed to cover herself with another pizza. She wanted to reach for that last piece underneath, but it disappeared. Or, rather, it appeared in the hand of Feedward, who was now eating it. “Delicious,” he said, “you are delicious.” Mary panicked and took a few more pizzas from boxes next to her, covering herself in them like with a layer of small blankets. But soon enough she was eating that cover off too. And she noticed that she was instantly getting fatter. Her hands didn’t listen, at least not when she wanted them not to keep putting pizza into her mouth. Her mouth also didn’t listen when she tried not to chew. Her body wanted for her to get naked and her resistance only made her fatter. And Feedward was still standing there, naked and smiling. She took a longer glance below his abdomen. His manhood stood there, erect and ready. When she looked down on herself, she noticed she was almost naked again. And much, much fatter. Her breasts were like huge pancakes spilled on her belly, which was now covering her lap almost past mid-thigh when she sat. She found that comforting, to her surprise, because she felt less exposed. She decided she has to walk away from there, she wanted to get up, but her butt was like an cast iron ball holding a prisoner in his cell. When she finally managed to get up, her belly, surprisingly heavy, disturbed her balance and pulled her forward, making her land on her knees and basically on her fours. She felt her belly touching the floor and her nipples brushed against it as well. She looked up. Feedward was standing next to her and extended a pizza slice. Her eyes closed and she ate it. And another. And another. She felt as if gravity was rising but when she opened her eyes again she was even fatter. Simply huge. She started to get anxious. Feedward disappeared somehow. She wanted to stand up, but the best she could do was to get into kneeling position, because her leg muscles refused to lift her weight. She tried to sit on her ankles and when she did, she felt her heels dig into a great soft mass of her butt. She could feel her buttocks spilling around and the only reason they didn’t touch the floor was because her ankles were themselves so fat that they made her sit a little higher. When she looked below, her lowest belly roll covered her lap down to the knee and her huge pancake boobs sagged down below her bellybutton and she could feel the uppermost belly roll under them, as they rested on the middle one. She looked at her arms, which were now somewhat harder to hold high, and she saw very pillowy upper arms that basically hid her elbows and soft plump lower arms ending with just as plump hands and fingers like little sausages. She reached to touch her face, round like a moon with round fat cheeks a big wobbly round double chin reaching to the very base of her neck. When she looked to front again, Feedward was back, holding a big slice of pizza covering his manly parts. He was so close she could only see him from knees to chest, so she looked up. She felt the rolls of fat on the back of her neck while she looked into his eyes. “Eat, Mary,” he said once more. When she looked straight again, his pizza “leaf” was so close to her face she could smell the herbs from the tomato sauce and the freshly baked dough. Suddenly she felt an overwhelming pang of hunger. She opened her mouth to take a bite. It was delicious. She kept biting until she felt something warm and hard touch her lips. A chill went up her spine, but before she could do anything it slid into her mouth, filling it together with half-chewed pizza bites. His hands were holding her by her incredibly fat upper arms bringing her closer, making her take his manhood deep into her mouth, her lips stopping maybe an inch from its base. She felt one of his hands on her head, stroking her short blonde hair and moving to her soft fat neck. She gave in and started moving her head back and forth, guided by gently pushes of his hand. He tasted like pizza. Mary’s excitement overshadowed everything and she started giving him a blowjob as vigorously as her size permitted. She closed her eyes but instead of seeing nothing she saw herself as if from beyond her body - a huge fat woman, kneeling and pleasuring Feedward holding her by her fat neck. To her surprise, she couldn’t say she looked bad. She retained her shape and although her curves were huge, it was still a hourglass shape with a bit more in the bottom. Her breasts, although pancakey and sagging far down, were far from lifelessly flat and her bottom and thighs tapered down nicely into her cankles and ended up with cute fat feet. And her face, much rounder, was still looking cute and she even liked the rounder cheeks. She was even a little aroused by seeing how her double chin wobbled as her lips and mouth moved along Feedward’s shaft. If she had to guess she’d say she was at least 150 lbs heavier, probably more like 200. To her own slight surprise, the thought excited her. Her analysis of herself was suddenly interrupted when she saw Feedward spasm in ecstasy and she felt him cumming in her mouth, but what flown down her throat had the taste of  thick, creamy vanilla milkshake. And there was lots of it. She felt it flowing down and swallowed it as fast as she could and she felt her belly filling up. It was like sucking water from a hose with slowly running water. While Feedward was standing there with expression of pleasure, she saw her curves grow further. Her belly was filling inside, but on the outside she was accumulating fat again. Her belly rolls were getting larger and the bottommost one moved closer and closer to her knees. She could feel her cankles getting engulfed in soft fat on her butt and her breasts sagging further and spilling all over her belly, larger, wider and now somewhat flatter due to that spread. She saw the rolls on her back grow too, essentially forming what looked like a second pair of boobs, albeit much flatter and without nipples. The shelf of her butt grew as well, with every second of Feedward’s milkshake-cum flowing down her throat. And her face has changed as well. Her round cheeks basically turned into even rounder jowls between which her cute lips were hidden and her double chin hung a good bit lower. She was still excited but the voice in the back of her head was telling her it was too much. She decided to listen to it. She wanted to say “stop” or “enough” but her mouth was still full. She tried to move her arms up but they were now somewhat heavier since they also got fatter. However, she managed to do that and gently, but firmly pushed her feeder away. He understood and the warm manhood slid out of her mouth, dripping. She wanted to say “thank you”, but before she did that, his surprisingly strong hands pushed her back and she screamed, afraid to hit the hard floor with the back of her head. Instead, she landed on something resembling a soft mattress, without any pain at all. She opened the eyes that she closed while falling. He was standing over her enormously fat body lying flat on the back on that soft mattress of whatever that was. Though, perhaps, “flat” is not the best word taking into account the hills of her thighs, belly and breasts. He came closer and she looked at his face. It wasn’t Feedward.

 

It was Dan.

 

A chill ran up her spine again. Has he seen what she just did? And he saw her so immensely fat! She was afraid to look at his face, but she did. She expected anger. Instead, he was smiling the same way Feedward did. He spread her huge thighs as if they were weightless. And he slid into her. She felt immense pleasure and relief… Maybe she only thought it was Feedward? Maybe it was Dan all the time. She felt the familiar deep thrusts she loved so much  when they were having sex. She looked at him. He was resting his torso on her huge belly and now he grabbed her fat tits, continuing to thrust. She closed her eyes, moaning silently. She felt him going faster, the way he always did prior to cumming. And she heard him say: “Eat, Mary.” She opened her eyes, surprised. It was Feedward again, Feedward having sex with her, almost ready to cum inside her. She wanted to stop him, ask him where Dan is, but then she felt a slice of pizza shoved into her mouth. It couldn’t be Feedward, since he was inside her... She looked above anxiously, chewing the tasty slice, and she saw Dan above her, holding another one. “Eat, Mary,” he said too. She felt a pang of pleasure and hunger, almost at the same time. She felt Feedward cum inside her and while her mind wanted her to scream no, the pleasure was overwhelming. She looked at Dan, anxious to see his face but it wasn’t Dan standing there with another slice of pizza. It was Feedward! She looked past her belly and saw ecstatic Dan, just as she remembered him in such situations, and she felt he was still cumming, she was being filled inside just like before when she was sucking off… who? She felt her body growing again. She closed her eyes and saw herself lying there, with the two of them. Feedward gave her another slice, while Dan continued to fill her. She saw her thighs become wider, looking as if splattered on the white floor. She wanted to move, but couldn’t. Her legs were too heavy to lift, even to move. And her arms were getting fatter too and she could barely move them below the elbows. Seen from above, her upper arms were now as fat as her thighs were when she saw them in the shower before going to bed… And then she remembered.

 

Shower. Bed. Sleeping. She was suddenly sucked back into reality. The clock was showing 11:30 AM, noon light was falling in through the window. Mary was sweaty, aroused and hungry.

 

“Oh god…” she sighed and thought that this is what happens when you go to sleep with a full stomach. Weird dreams. Very weird. She looked down on her body under the blanket. She was still fat alright, but nowhere near as fat as in that dream she just had. She recalled everything that happened last night. And then she recalled the blowjob and sex she had in that dream with Feedward. She recalled his sad smile when he was leaving. She felt guilty. And then she thought about Dan. And she felt even more guilty.

And then the doorbell rang. Mary’s stomach grumbled, as if knowing what that could mean. Mary was not sure what she exactly would tell Feedward now. But she was sure she wanted to apologize first of all for being a little harsh, to say the least, with his feelings. She jumped into a nightgown (much too small now, but decent enough) and went down the stairs. Her hunger motivated her to hurry as well.

 

 

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I'm still alive  and writing this  

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CHAPTER 24 - Where Mary feels sad and tries to do something about it

Mary opened the door. She expected to see a familiar face. She saw an unfamiliar one.

“Hello, ma’am,” the unfamiliar face said, “I brought your order. Congratulations on winning the contest, by the way.”

“The contest?” Mary asked, surprised. “What contest?”

“Well, the one that won you these free pizzas. The boss told me we organized some pizza-eating contest at some charity event and you won it. Your name’s Mary, right?”

“Yeah, I’m Mary. Right. THAT contest. I guess I forgot about it...”

“No worries. I was pretty sure I was at the right place to moment I saw you… No offence! But you look like a lady who likes food.”

“None taken. I do like food. So your boss told you to deliver pizzas to me from now on?” she inquired.

“Basically yes. I have ten for you in the van. Sorry I didn’t have them already but I wanted to check whether I’m in the right place first. I’ll bring them right away.”

“Ok,” said Mary and watched the delivery man go to the van. So Feedward doesn’t want to see me, she thought. She understood he must have felt uneasy after what she said when they came back, but she did not expect him to disappear like that. She felt sad. It was fun teasing him but during that short time he must have developed some feelings for her. And Mary had to admit that it was at least partially mutual. She did not fall in love with him, no, but she liked him and his limitless admiration - it was something very pleasant and something she had missed a lot since Dan went abroad. And she did find him attractive. A dangerous mix. The pizza delivery man came back, holding ten boxes with the largest pizzas size that Mary had been eating for a while now.

“Phew…” he sighed, holding the boxes. “Do you want me to put those somewhere inside? It might be a bit heavy for a lady.”

“Yes, please, “ she said and freed the doorway. He entered and asked where exactly to put them. She pointed to the living room couch. After he put them there, she thanked him and closed the door after he left. She looked at the pizza box tower waiting for her. Seemingly, Feedward did not wanted to be around but he did not plan on loosening her “diet” to any extent. Nevertheless, Mary felt sad. She took out her phone and tried calling his number, but he did not answer. Nonplussed, she decided to write him a message.

 

Hi Feedward, sorry for what happened. I hope you’re not angry with me. I think I was playing and didn’t realize I could hurt your feelings with that. Alcohol didn’t help. Sorry again. And thank you for the pizzas, I promise to eat them all - maybe I’ll even call for some extra in the evening ;). Hugs, Mary.

 

Mary wasn’t joking about the pizzas - her hunger, stomach and metabolism were now expanded to such a point that it was entirely possible. She could win a pizza eating contest easily for sure. She sat on the couch and started the first one, taking a huge slice from the box. She expected Feedward to write back. He did, but only after she almost emptied the first box.

 

Hi Mary. No need to apologize. I just came too close to violating our arrangement. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I need to take a break from you. Maybe for good. You’re too… addictive. You’re started becoming to me what these pizzas are now to you, so to say. So don’t worry, enjoy the pizzas and get fat and divinely gorgeous for your fiance. And if you really feel you need to make up for something, just eat those pizzas quickly and order another set in the evening - that’ll make me quite happy. These ones should be even easier to eat for you - I told the guys to provide extra dough but cut a bit on cheese, since it’s more filling and would make you eat less calories overall. And tomorrow I’ll send you a big pack of those digestive herbs you already know. Should last for more than a year! And you can always buy more online if you run out of them. As for me, just send me one last pic of you, maybe in that hot dress you had in the club, before the day Dan comes back. And then delete everything. Best wishes to you and be a good wife! Hugs4u2, Feedward.

 

Reading that did not help Mary in improving her mood. Feedward was basically telling her they would never meet again. And all of that, she realized, due to the fact that she simply went too far with tempting him. She realized that in the morning, if he was in worse control of himself, they might have done something that they, or at least Mary, would have regretted. At least she didn’t have to worry about food supply - Feedward was more than generous in that matter. She thought that she might have to worry about clothes soon because of that generosity, though. She read the message again. She liked the time they spent together - it was a nice change from just sitting on the couch eating, surfing the web and watching TV. The everyday conversations with Dan on the phone, pleasant as they were, were also making her feel alone and missing him more. Feedward was making it easier, she thought, and upon realizing that she felt a bit guilty. She recalled her dream and that did not help. She knew it was only her subconscious, but what made her guilty is that this dream was… pleasant. A little scary and confusing too, but the sex felt so real and was very pleasurable. She did not have sex since Dan went away. Mary looked at the calendar. It was 31st of March. Dan was supposed to come back in a month and a couple of days, on 7th of May. Soon, but not soon enough for her… Especially now. She needed something to wrap her mind around. She looked at the remaining 9 pizza boxes and heard her stomach grumble. One huge pizza was now like a snack to her, it seemed… It was her who made it so and Feedward helped push it further. Now it was almost exciting for her to see how much she could eat and push the limits further. It excited her also somewhat to see the impact it has on her body. And how that, in turn, translates into the way she looks in clothes. Mary opened the second box, took a pizza slice on one hand and slid the other one under the nightgown. She started eating slowly and pleasuring herself gently at the same time. She imagined herself growing a little with every bit she took. She recalled the last month and her last weigh-in, the one that showed 247 lbs. A wave of excitement went through her, when she started wondering how much exactly she weighed now. It was excitement with a hint of anxiety, but for some reason that was even more arousing. Once she finished the second box, she got up and went upstairs to the bathroom. She took out the scales. She stood on them, waiting for the counter to show the number.

 

264 lbs.

 

Seeing the number, which was not even a bit surprising, Mary realized something. She did some quick basic math. 30 days of April, 6 days of May, Dan returns on the 7th. 36 days. And 36 pounds left to 300 lbs. If this was a coincidence, it could not come at a more pivotal moment. Mary made a decision. She went to the bedroom and opened her “private” drawer. She took out a  vibrating penis-shaped dildo that had been lying there since the day she got it as a gift from her co-workers at some party at work. She hadn’t used it yet. She never had to. And she forgot about it… until that moment. She got some batteries and went down the stairs, back onto the couch. She put the batteries in and left some spare ones nearby. She slid the dildo into her mouth, wetting it a bit. And then she slowly slid it deep inside herself. When it was in place, she turned vibrations on and started moving the dildo in and out. This occupied her right hand. The left one reached for another pizza slice. It was big and she had trouble not to get sauce and toppings all over herself. Soon she stained her nightgown, so she took it off, sat naked on the couch and continued. Soon another box was empty. And then another. Mary imagined Dan feeding her and making love to her. She kept eating. She felt tomato sauce dripping onto her cleavage, breasts and belly. She imagined looking at the scales again and seeing 300 lbs, then going to her bed to find Dan there. And pizzas. Another box went empty. And another. Mary climaxed in the middle of the ninth one. The remaining one and a half she ate slowly, rubbing her full belly, with dildo deactivated but left inside her. She felt full. She fell asleep on the couch, covered in crumbs and drops of sauce.

 

The doorbell woke her up in the evening. Supplies from Feedward. Mary tidied herself quickly and jumped into her nightgown. The delivery man smiled when he saw her and then again when he saw the sauce  stains. Soon she was on the couch again with ten new huge boxes. She sighed. She thought of the number 300. And then she replaced the batteries in the dildo.

 

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ps. There's going to be a minor fast-forward in the next chapter, to just a few days before Dan's return. Stay tuned (and patient, as always )

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CHAPTER 25 - Where Mary has a growout

Mary woke up in the late morning. The spring was now in full bloom and the bedroom was full of light. She stretched her arms and felt them jiggle. She still did not get used to the sensation of it but after everything that happened in March everything related to her freshly acquired fatness tuned her mind to excitement at Dan’s expected arrival and the uncertainty of what his reaction is going to be. And how’s sex going to feel like when they finally get home and make up for all that time spent in separation. Despite the heaps of self-pleasure that Mary indulged herself in, it was only a distraction and an ersatz. Pleasant, definitely, especially thanks to the company of pizzas, but if there was something she craved more than food (and she craved it a lot, especially after a long sleep), it was sex. Ideally, sex while being fed. After a month of fantasizing about it, the idea found itself a really cozy and deep seated placed in Mary’s mind.

 

What made Mary somewhat ashamed was how often her dreams had Feedward as the main protagonist instead of Dan. She was not in love with him, of that she was sure, but there was some chemistry between them. Enough for her subconscious to start providing images of Feedward putting not only pizza in her mouth. Mary hoped, and was rather certain, that such images would disappear once Dan comes back and gives her a really good tumble. But for now they were not making her crave any better.

 

Mary sat upright and slid her legs down the side of the bed, probing for her slippers. She was sleeping naked because for some reason she liked feeling the touch of bedclothes on her bare skin. She was not sure whether this came from her bigger body getting more sensory signals or from the increased awareness of her size that it caused, especially when she felt her belly spilled on the linen when she laid on her side. She could not find the slippers so she bent forward to look for them. She felt the resistance of her belly rolls and her belly pushing further onto her lap, as well as her breasts resting on the shelf thus created. She managed to peek beyond her breasts and see the floor. She saw her plumped up feet and the slippers more to the left. She slid her enormous behind to the side and finally slid her feet into the warm slippers. And then she accumulated the momentum and tried to rise up. First time she lost balance and sat back onto the bed with a bit of impact. It creaked. Second time was better. She felt gravity getting hold of her belly and butt. It has been for a while that she started being aware of gravity a bit more, but similarly to her jiggling arms, she did not get used to it. Not yet. Some slight pale stretch marks on her upper arms, and truth be told on many other places on her body, testified to Mary’s skin also being a bit behind the growth that she experienced.

 

Mary started walking to the kitchen, her whole body jiggling as she walked and then even more when she was going downstairs. Her thighs were now so close to each other that she developed a more pronounced waddle. When she got downstairs, she immediately went to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and felt a cool gust of air on her fat naked body, making her nipples harden. She looked over the contents. She wasn’t deciding on what to eat, though, only what to eat first. She chose a tiramisu cake and a large pack of caramel waffles. She cut the cake quickly into bite-size portions and took both things to the bathroom. Although she always woke up with a temporary freedom from hunger, 15 minutes or the first sight of something tasty was enough for her body to remind her that it needs more calories. She entered the bathroom with quarter of the cake gone and started undressing with the platter a bit more than half-empty. By the time she left the shower she was already going through the waffles. The last waffle marked the moment when Mary put the towel away and took a brush and a blowdryer in her hands. She took a look at her hair - it was still looking decent, but she had over a month’s worth of root showing. She knew she needed a visit at a salon before Dan comes back and chided herself on not making a proper arrangement. Still, she hoped there were enough hairdressing salons in the city for her to make a short-notice appointment somewhere. For now she just styled her hair as she usually did for the last month - straight but with some extra volume. With her hair somewhat outgrown it gave her a somewhat soccer-mom look, and a fat soccer-mom at that and at some point two weeks earlier she stopped for a moment to maybe style it differently, but in the end she decided to keep it like that. For some reason it excited her to walk like that into a store or some other place and have everyone assume that she really is some sweet-toothed middle-aged mom of a teenager or two. Her, a girl who was only going to turn 24 this year. It was thrilling for her to experience such a transformation of herself.

 

After she did her hair and makeup, she went to the wardrobe and got dressed and then came back downstairs. The dress she bought a month ago was almost skin-tight on her and she wore no bra not even because she felt naughty, but simply because none of them fit anymore and she also hard a hard time finding panties that still did. Truth be told, she had very few things that still fit. And buying them while she kept stuffing herself would have been just a waste of money, which she did not have in excess now that Feedward was no longer around and the money she got from “modelling” was also near depletion. And not long after Feedward’s “disappearance” she asked her boss for a 2-month free leave. She made up a quite plausible excuse, which did not convince her boss entirely, but they were always on good terms so he allowed it in the end. Little did he know that Mary was simple unable to contain the hunger and concentrate on work, on one hand, and on the other she realized her current eating habits would raise more than one eyebrow, similarly to her growth. And she did not feel like responding to all of that. The downside was that free leave meant no money. At the time she took the leave her account balance looked relatively ok, but pizzas arranged by Feedward quickly turned out to be not enough to get her through the day, especially with her dildo-binges. She saved some in advance for new clothes and other “preparations” before Dan’s return, but other than that she was now running on fumes.

 

The good thing was that Dan was coming back in 3 days. It would be a solution to all the problems, provide, of course, that his reaction was positive. At that point Mary was quite certain, that it would be, although she sometimes second guessed herself whether she did not go too far. Especially since the last month had less to do with her earlier plans to surprise ot “test” Dan, and more to do with her own excitement at her transformation and the pleasure she got from food. In such moments she told herself that these are the last days of one adventure, and with the arrival of Dan there will start a new, somewhat different one. She could not tell Dan of what exactly happened when he was away, so she knew it would not be possible for her to continue her pizza binges. However, she did not exactly have a plan on how to transit from the current stage to the new one. She was sure that she would figure something out, having plenty of motivation. She knew she was strong-willed when she needed to be.

 

Mary decided she has to plan the coming days. She needed to visit the mall for some clothes and a hairdresser to spice her up properly and do something with those roots. She contemplated a beautician too, but was not sure if the money she had left would cover everything. She decided to go to beautician only if she has enough cash left after the other things. Therefore, she decided to wait for the pizza delivery, as usual, have her second breakfast, a short break, and then to go to the mall and to the hairdresser. And on the next day to beautician, provided that she still has some money left then. She googled a few salons and started calling. Meanwhile, pizzas arrived so she put them on the couch next to herself, opened the first box and started eating between the calls. After making several she still had no appointment. Everyone offered dates that were too late and the best one was on the day of Dan’s arrival. She might or might not make it to the airport then. She decided it was a risk she could not take. After a few more calls she gave up. She finished the pizza and decided that she would look around when going to the mall and if she noticed any salons, she would ask there. Maybe not all of them had websites and maybe those that did not were less occupied, she thought.

 

An hour after finishing the last pizza intended for the second breakfast, she was ready to go. She walked to the door and bent down to look for her flip-flops, as they were the only shoes that now fit her, other than some old winter boots of Dan that she found and which she used for going shopping for food and the like. She had to squat down to reach them and when she did, she heard a ripping sound.

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she exclaimed, seeing the rip in her dress in the mirror. KIA. The rip went from mid-back almost down to the bottom, showing her panties. These were a pair of not-too-sexy slipshorts she got on sale about 3 weeks ago. She took the dress off and assessed the damage. Beyond fixing, the long rip seemed to say. Mary went to the wardrobe again. She tried some jeggings. Her thighs would not fit. She took a dress that used to fit her at 240 lbs. Not anymore. After trying some more, with equal failure, she saw the one Feedward gave her. The skanky one. Mary thought for a moment. It was warm on that day, almost summer-like. The wind was a little cool but she could manage that. But she had second thoughts about wearing THAT dress. Still, she did not have much choice. Or at least none was that simple. So she started putting it on. It took her more than it used to, but finally it turned out that its elasticity made it every forgiving… Although not without some sacrifices down the “decency” road.

 

The dress was so tight and stretched that it underlined Mary’s panties very much. Mary looked at that from several angles and decided she would look stupid. And decided that she prefers risky to stupid, so she took the panties off. Now the dress underlined only her abundant body. When she was standing, it worked a little like shapewear, but any attempt at squatting or sitting turned it into a roll-fest. But at least it did not rip. Mary moved around the house a bit, stretched it a bit, but it remained solid. The only problem was that at Mary’s current size it was rather “micro” than “mini” and the only reason it managed to cover Mary’s breasts to the point of minimum decency was that her breasts, next to being bigger, sagged a little further than they used to a month earlier. But, obviously, her nipples were as visible as the Sun on a clear sky day. Mary looked at herself in the mirror. She stared for a while. Finally, she sighed and thought that if she is unable to change anything about it, she might as well own it. She went back to the bathroom and prepared her make-up kit, tweezers and hairspray.

 

“Ok, world, brace yourself, Mrs Mary is coming” she said, as she tweezed the first hair off her eyebrow.

[Yapo]

Write more, it's a pleasure for me to read your texts!

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2 hours ago, Yapo said:

Write more, it's a pleasure for me to read your texts!

Thanks a lot for that! The next chapter is at least halfway :). And I suppose you can expect the total number of chapters reaching 40+ so stay tuned! Just be patient because my pace is George R. R. Martin's style  Worse actually.

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Don't worry about it man. You're posting solid gold out of the kindness of your heart, we can suck it up. 

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CHAPTER 26 - Where Mary gets geared up

 

When she entered the mall, all the eyes that found her, stayed on her for at least a few seconds. It was an eerie feeling, but Mary found it strangely arousing. At that point she got used to being looked at, or at least temporarily desensitized to it. She got the first few stares when she left home, much more on the bus and a some more on the way from the stop to the mall. Men stared longer and even those who did not seem to like what they saw were unable to unfix their gaze for a few seconds. Sometimes long enough to receive an angry rebuke from their wives or girlfriends. Women stared too. Most of these female stares were rather unfriendly or at least critical, but she found a few friendly ones too. ‘Go get’em girl!’, they seemed to say. But the ones she enjoyed the most were male stares that spoke only one thing, primal desire. These were the longest and followed her even for quite a while. Mary walked confidently, her large butt barely hidden under the tight dress, her thick fat thighs, belly and breasts jjiggling with every step, despite the tight fit of the dress, which was the only thing she was wearing next to flipflops and earrings. She scratched her eyebrows a bit. They tingled a little from the tweezing, which was not surprising since they were only half as thick as before, and they were not too bushy to start with. Mary did her best to emulate 1990s Charlize Theron or Pam Anderson rather than 1930s Marlene Dietrich and she more or less managed that, although the end result was closer to Christina Aguilera’s pencil-thin eyebrow days. Needless to say, it not only made Mary’s face look even more plump, but additionally strengthened the more mature look. And, last but not least, they contributed to the somewhat naughty and artificial look. At first Mary thought she overdid it, but upon closer inspection she realized that the end result was compliant with her purpose. Obviously, her make-up work did not end with tweezing. She darkened her freshly tweezed pencil thin eyebrows a bit, applied some thick mascara and some eyeliner, put some violet eyeshade and finished with deep glossy fuchsia lipstick. No one would be able to see a near-24-year-old girl from under this feminine mask, and especially not with the whole package. Mary obviously was very liberal with the hairspray and gave herself a really poofy hairdo, not curly, but with as much volume as could be squeezed out from her short hair. And to finish that look, she wore the largest hoop earrings she had, 4 inch in diameter and and longish pearl necklace flowing down to her cleavage.

 

Every step she took sent a small ripple through her soft body, a ripple that the skin-tight dress could not conceal. Her fat body was jiggling as she moved through the mall, head up high, looking for her favourite stores, escorted by gazes. She was actually surprised how many man stared at her lustily. Mary thought that probably irrespective of what their attitude towards fat women was, her nipples pushing up under the dress fabric and breasts bouncing a little with every move had to touch some depths of their lust that remained unfettered with the society’s expectations. An occasional smack sound or angry female voice suggested that women accompanying some of these men were aware of that mechanism too. Mary smiled to herself. What an irony it was that she never even thought of doing something like that in her relatively slim days...

 

Finally, she noticed an outlet of her favourite shoe store. And since basically none of her shoes fit her feet or legs anymore and all the stockings she had capitulated before her now massive thighs, she decided she needs at least a pair of each. When she entered the store, the female patron there scanned her with critical stare and asked:

 

“Hello, what can I help you with?”

 

“Um, hello. I wanted to buy a pair of nice stylish shoes and a pair or two of stockings.”

 

The lady nodded, tightened her lips, then touched her upper teeth with the tip of her tongue and said:

 

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I have any stockings I could offer you… But maybe we have something for you when it comes to shoes.”

 

“Oh… So you’re low on stock?” Mary asked, remembering that they always had a very wide selection, even during sales and various high seasons. The lady looked to the side, thinking of what to say. Finally, she said:

 

“Um, no, we are well-supplied, it’s just that… Well, our sizes end at XXL.”

 

“Oh,” uttered Mary, suddenly aware of her obliviousness, but she quickly regained her composure. “My bad, last time I came to one of your stores I was a bit smaller.”

 

“I’m... sorry to hear that…” the store patron blurted out. “Um… so… Would you like some flat shoes? Or with a small heel?”

 

“Actually, no, I’m looking for something on a high heel.”

 

“Oh. Right.” The lady led Mary to a section with high heels. Mary thanked her and told her she is going to see if she likes anything. The lady went back to the store entrance, but glanced at Mary from time to time. Meanwhile, Mary immediately saw a few pairs to her liking. All of them had really high heels, most of them quite thin. Mary tried the first ones on. They didn’t fit. Too small for her chubby feet. Second pair was the same. And then third. She went to find some other ones and finally found some that she could put on, also on very high and rather slim heels, but she only managed to do that thanks to the fact that they had adjustable straps. When she stood up on them, she lost her balance a little for a second. She did not wear high heels for a longer while and her body had now a completely different center of balance than it did earlier. When she was feeling stable, she made a few steps in the heel and went to check how they look from a lower perspective in the mirror. Mary noticed that the store patron was watching the shoes closely and bit anxiously, as if expecting the heels to break. Mary was not sure whether she felt offended, amused or sympathetic. What surprised her is that she did not feel embarrassed. But she had to admit that the time for feeling embarrassed was long overdue, considering that  she was trying these shoes on wearing only the skanky dress she got from Feedward, which got even more skanky now due to having to accommodate more of Mary than before. She switched her position a few times in front of the mirror to see her potential new purchase from every angle.

 

“Do you like these?” the store patron asked, coming to her.

 

“Yes, I think I do,” Mary answered. The shoes were white and in a few places they dug a bit into Mary’s chubby feet. Mary made a step back to see the whole picture. And then it happened. Next thing she felt was her bottom hitting the floor. The left heel broke. The patron quickly helped Mary get up, but while the help was quick, the getting up process took a bit longer. Mary touched her bottom. It was a little sore, but otherwise unhurt. The only problem was, Mary realized, that she was touching her skin, not the dress. She pulled the dress down quickly, realizing it must have move up during the impact. The happy faces of the two guys behind her told her, that they appreciated the show. The face of the store patron, fixed somewhere below Mary’s face, told her that it was not the only problem. Her right breast was right there in the open, having jumped out of the dress. Mary fixed that too, blushing, and it took her at least a couple of seconds since it was hard to fit a breast the size of hers back behind the skin-tight dress. Mary was blushing, but the patron was downright red and did her best not to look Mary straight in the face.

 

“Sorry… “ said Mary, genuinely ashamed. “I’ll pay for that pair.”

 

“Um… No, do not worry. I should have warned you. It’s my fault… Are you alright?”

 

“Yeah, I guess I’m lucky, I’ve only just healed my ankle recently,” said Mary.

 

“I… I think what would fit you nicely is something with a thicker heel.”

 

“Yeah, now I think so too,” said Mary, rubbing her slightly sore bottom. “I hope I won’t get any bruises there…” she added, more to herself.

 

The store patron disappeared for a short while and brought Mary a new pair. Similar in overall look, with a round toe box and a quite high heel in a shape of cone with top cut off, the narrower part of which was facing downward. Mary tried them on. They fit rather well, digging only a little into her plump feet and the hell was much sturdier. Their whole shape was devoid of sharp edges, which did little to make Mary’s legs look any slimmer, and the patron must have noticed that because she bit her lip when Mary was checking how they look on her in the mirror. Still, at this point Mary was well aware that there was no point in trying to look any slimmer. If she wanted it, she could as well stop eating pizza a month ago. At some level, she actually found the new shoes fitting.

 

“I take them… How much are they?”

 

“That’d be eighty. They were going for a round hundred but we have a sale now for them.”

 

“Well then, let me at least pay the full price for them. They are gorgeous and I feel guilty for ruining that last pair.”

 

“Well… ok! Thank you. For a moment when I saw you falling down I thought you were going to sue us or something…  I didn’t expect you to be so upstanding… No pun intended!” said the lady and smiled.

 

“That’d be pretty assholish of me,” said Mary and smiled too. Besides, it was my fault. I should have known better than to wear almost-stilettos after getting this size.”

 

The patron raised her eyebrow upon hearing that Mary “got this size”, but she knew better than to inquire. They went to the cash register and Mary paid what she had undertaken to pay.

 

“I’m really sorry I couldn’t help you with the stockings,” said the patron. “There a store further down the hall where I believe they have a wider range when it comes to sizes. Maybe you’ll find something over there. Their offer is not very up-to-date, but they seems to have plenty of nice things. My mom shops there sometimes and she is always very satisfied.”

 

Mary looked at the store patron. This woman, although dressed smartly and businesslike, couldn’t  be far from her own age. And she just sent her to a ‘not too up-to-date’ place frequented by her mom. Mary smiled, a bit excited at how her transformation seemed to make an almost whole new woman of her and that people were convinced by it. She started wondering, not too seriously, whether she perhaps should use an alias for her new persona. Suddenly, she thought of her middle name, Beatrice. She never used it much, because as a child she found it a bit dated and too serious sounding. Mary, on the other hand, was a rather neutral name. Now, when she imagined introducing herself as Beatrice, it sounded strangely fitting. And exciting. She decided to maybe play with it some day, but for now she settled the payment and decided to follow the advice regarding stockings. She was almost going out, when she remembered something.

 

“Do you know if there any hair salons in this mall?” she asked the patron.

 

“Sure, two actually. One is this kind of upscale one. They even had some renown stylist touring in their place a week ago. And there’s also Janice’s place. Not so upscale and not so modern, but she’s doing a good job too.”

 

Mary checked her cash balance. After buying the shoes she did not have too many left. Enough for stockings for sure but even if she did not buy them she might not have enough for an upscale salon. Especially since bleaching never came cheap.

 

“My mom is always very satisfied after going to Janice,” the patron added.

 

“Well, then why wouldn’t I be?” Mary said, smiling sweetly. “Thanks for help and sorry for the shoes again!”

 

Mary went down the mall hall, as instructed and quickly found the lingerie store. As it turned out, Janice’s “Salon for Ladies” was only several dozen steps away from there. Mary decided to buy stockings first and then check whether Janice had any free time for a walk-in. Or maybe at least she could arrange an appointment for the next day. She entered the store, greeted the lady behind the counter, a middle-aged lady in her 50s, and started to browse what the store had to offer. Indeed, the size chart there went well beyond the usual 26 or even 32, ending at a quite epic 44. Mary wondered if it was an accident that two fours looked like two chairs. The last clothes she bought were size 26 and since then everything she had turned either very tight or downright unwearable. The dress she had was the only one that fit and everything else that remained fitting was a few very permissive panties, track suits, a sports bra she bought in case she ever had sore breasts during period and some t-shirts that rode up seriously due to her breasts pushing them out. Mary was really in need of a wardrobe change and since her transformation was nearing the end she would finally be able to refresh her wardrobe. She would be, if she had money. For now she could just get herself something more to wear, something more presentable. Starting with stockings. She found the section devoted to them and started looking. Most were rather ordinary and she was looking for something a bit more special. Suddenly, she heard a female voice behind her:

 

“Can I help you?”

 

Mary turned back and saw the lady who was sitting behind the counter earlier. She was waiting, smiling, eager to offer help.

 

“Well… I was wondering if you could maybe help me find my size. The old one does not work anymore,” said Mary, with apologetic expression.

 

“Old one didn’t catch up with you?” the lady smiled. “Don’t worry darling, I went through that a few times as well, although I wasn’t as young as you then. But I sure can understand appetite,” the lady said and patted herself on a quite abundant hip, although not as abundant as Mary’s. A month ago, maybe the difference would be smaller. Or rather two months ago. “So, let me look at your leg, considering you’re walking around boasting of both of them,” the lady added, and her voice was not critical, but rather amused. She took a good look at Mary’s legs and then started to look for something on the shelf. “My Jim also likes me to spice it up a little, although she prefers me to do it only at home, since he’s afraid of competition, you know,” she added next and chuckled. “That old idiot, as if he didn’t know I love him.” She stopped for a moment looking at couple of packs she held in hand, and handed three to Mary. “Here you go,” she said, smiling.

 

Mary looked at what she was offered. Three pairs of stockings, body-coloured, black and red. The size said “E” and the table on the back said it should go as far as 295 lbs. As if reading her mind, the lady said:

 

“I can find you some EEs if necessary, but you’re kind of borderline by the looks of it, so I suppose E should be enough. I mean, those things are stretchy, right?”

 

Mary nodded, impressed at the lady’s visual measuring accuracy. She looked at the stockings. They were nice enough, no pattern except for the holding strips, which featured embroidery.

 

“I’d like to check the black ones. But… Do you have something… well, you know, something with a bit of spice?” Mary asked.

 

“You mean something sexy? Or downright kinky, huh? Well, I have fishnets if that’s what you’d like, various mesh sizes. And I also have pantyhose with an opening. Some even with two, if you know what I mean,” said the lady, as if she was selling apples.

 

“Uh…” started Mary, put a little off her stroke. “I think maybe black fishnets, medium and large mesh, pair of each, and let my try that pantyhose with, um, one opening.”

 

The lady smiled, amused by Mary’s awkwardness. “Sure, whole or fishnets too?”

 

“Uh, fishnets maybe, but tiny mesh for those.”

 

“Alright, let me find these for you.”

 

“But you know what, on second thought, maybe find me EEs for all this stuff, ok?”

 

“Shouldn’t be a problem. I suppose you are not planning any diets, huh?”

 

“Well, better to be on the safe side,” Mary said diplomatically.

 

The lady started going through her stocks and finally she brought Mary all the things that she wanted. Mary looked through the goods offered. She picked black stockings, black fishnet stockings and the black pantyhose with a big enough opening that provided access to anyone a woman wanted to let in. While she was paying for her purchases, she heard the store door open.

 

“Hello Linda,” said a familiar voice.

 

“Hello Monica! Well, isn’t that a gathering of my most peculiar customers…” said the store patron, who turned out to be named Linda.

 

Mary turned around and saw exactly who she expected to see after hearing her name. Monica, wife of Tom, the hairdresser, stood there in a stylish body-hugging longsleeved beige pencil dress laced with golden threads. Her hair was just as Mary remembered, except for being a little longer due to growout and being burgundy rather than just deep red. Monica could basically say the similar thing about Mary. However, when they last saw each other, Monica was the larger of them. But now she dominated Mary slightly only in height, with Mary surpassing her in overall plumpness, double chin included. Maybe this (and Mary’s outfit) was the reason Monica did not recognize her at first.

 

“Hi Monica, remember me?” Mary asked, smiling friendly. Monica looked at her somewhat warily, but a few seconds late the expression on her face was also a friendly smile, although paired with great surprise.

 

“Oh. My. God! Of course! Hello Mary! I am SO sorry for not recognizing you immediately but… well, you do look a little different than the last time, don’t you?”

 

“Oh yes… And I see you got that burgundy you mentioned back then. Great work on part of Tom!”

 

“Isn’t it?” Monica said, touching her voluminous curls. “You look great too! I mean, really! I’d love to have enough confidence to walk around with such a sexy outfit!”

 

“Oh, you’re too kind… Actually, I think I could use a little sprucing up. And a touch up for my roots for sure. I was going to go to Janice’s salon right after I finished paying Ms. Linda for her wares.”

 

“Janice?” Monica asked, with a sour face. “You mean that place here?” Monica pointed her finger to where the salon that Mary had seen was, more or less.

 

“Um, yeah, is there something wrong with it?”

 

“Honey, even I don’t go to Janice,” said Linda. “Well, unless I want my hair fried and my ears sore from all the gossip I don’t even care about.”

 

“Now that was a diplomatic way of stating how thing are…” Monica added. “Mary, anything Janice can do, I can do better. Not to mention Tom.”

 

“Oh… Well, ok, but the thing is I’m running low on cash and Janice was supposed to be somewhat cost-efficient… Tom is great, but I’m not sure if I could afford the whole package at his place,” Mary said, somewhat apologetically.

 

“Mary, trust me, once my husband sees you coming with all your glory, I wouldn’t be surprised if he offered to do it for free,” she smiled broadly. “Besides, we may have met only once but we heard about you being friends with Ed. And you know, friends of our friends are our friends too. Most of the time, anyway.”

 

“Ed? Oh, right, Ed.” Mady realized that Monica was referring to Feedward. “I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble…” Mary started, sheepishly.

 

“Don’t be silly… Let me just pick what I need from Linda here and we can go for a drink or two, and then come to Tom’s place and have you serviced. He has a pretty busy schedule today but I’m sure he’ll be happy to help you after he’s done.”

 

“Well, if you say so… Maybe I’ll be able to return the favor somehow.”

 

“No need, Mary, no need. Now, give me a few minutes, ok? I see you’re already stocked but I need to find some nice things too.”

 

“Sure, no problem.” Monica was almost going to search for her hosiery, but Mary decided to ask her one more thing first. “Did... Ed really mention me when talking to you?”

“Oh, he sure did,” said Monica, grinning, and winked. “I’ll be right back.”

 

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ps. Sorry for the wait again, but I decided redesign a lot of events that are going to happen even BEFORE Dan comes back. I can promise you, though, that things are going to get really spicy :). In all departments :D.

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CHAPTER 27 - Where Mary spills the beans

 

“So, what exactly did Ed say about me?”

 

Mary and Monica were sitting at a table in a cafe, they both had a platter with a big slice of layer cake and a cup of coffee. Actually, Mary’s slice was already halfway eaten and only her curiosity prevented her for finishing it already.

 

“Well,” Monica started, “he basically said you were a woman of his dreams and, knowing him, I knew what that could mean. I guess seeing you today confirmed it.”

 

“How… How do you mean?” Mary asked, feeling a bit uneasy.

 

Monica gave Mary’s half-finished piece of cake a meaningful look and scooped a piece off her own onto the spoon. “Oh, don’t be coy. We can talk openly, like one fat girl with another. Plus, Tom mentioned the before-and-after pic that you showed him and also what you told him.” She put the spoon into her mouth and made a delight-filled purr as she felt the sweetness. “So, how come a girl who is afraid of her fiance finding her too fat keeps getting fatter at such a pace, huh?” she asked, smiling.

 

“I, um… It’s complicated.”

 

“Oh, I bet it is. Really, last time I saw you I was pretty sure that your numbers are a significant bit below mine, but now? You certainly were busy during that time.”

 

Mary blushed. It was one thing to do what she did, it was another to have to talk about it with a woman who was only a step away from being a total stranger. She sighed. “I guess it had something to do with Feedward. I mean, I liked seeing his reaction to what was going on with me. Dan - my fiancee, that is - was away for a long while and I was feeling lonely, and… Oh, hell, maybe you already heard it all from Feedward, I mean, Ed,” she corrected herself at got even more blushed since Ed’s nickname was pretty self-explanatory in this context. She was angry at herself for that spill and at Ed/Feedward for being so chatty.

 

“Actually, he didn’t say that much. Although from the fact that you haven’t seen each other for a month or so I infer that something must have happened. Something like things getting too… intense,” she said, smiling knowingly at the last word.

 

Mary looked sideways. “They did. I guess I went too far with playing with his desire. And maybe mine too. And I’m engaged…”

 

“Have you kissed him? Or had sex with him?”

 

Mary was almost shocked at the directness of that question. “No!” she exclaimed with protest. “I didn’t,” she added, in a more normal voice.

 

“Have you wanted to, though?” Monica asked inquisitively.

 

“I…” Mary paused, remembering her dream where Feedward and Dan were shifting between each other. “I don’t know. My subconscious might have.”

 

“Your subconscious?” Monica asked, interested. “Well, I see our drinks coming, so let’s have one to that.”

 

“To what?” Mary asked puzzled, as the waiter put their glasses on the table.

 

“To the subconscious, obviously” said Monica and raised the glass. “Cheers!”

 

Mary raised her glass and took a sip. She ordered Malibu Funky while Monica picked Tequila Sunrise. Seemed like they both had a thing for summer beach drinks.

 

“So,” Monica started, “what did your subconscious do?”

 

“Other than giving me funny dreams, nothing.”

 

“Are you sure? Then why have you spent last weeks trying to fatten yourself up?”

 

Mary looked down. She was unsure whether she likes where this conversation was going. Monica knew too much. Or at least inferred too much and too accurately. “Well it’s the dream too… In a way. But I guess I got used to being excited by stuffing myself full. That and… Oh God, it sounds so stupid.”

 

“What does?” asked Monica, and took another sip.

 

Mary took a sip too. And another two, gaining courage. “It all started with me trying to teach my fiance a lesson,” she said and then she explained Monica how she planned on getting “too fat” for Dan and how that backfired and how Feedward appeared in her life. Monica was listening to it attentively.

 

“Well, you won’t hear me telling you that you were crazy,” she said when Mary finished the story. “I’m not exactly the same weight I was the last time and my reasons for the new pounds are not much more sane,” she said and finished the drink. “I guess we might need one more. What would you like?”

 

“Same, I guess. Maybe we could eat something too? I’m getting hungry slowly and that drink does not help either.”

 

“Sure, although maybe we’d be better off going to the salon and having a snack there. The food here is outrageously expensive and they don’t really have much for girls who like eating, like the two of us,” she said a gave Mary and understanding smile. “Let’s have a slice of Tiramisu each, finish the second drink and we can go. I’ll order something to be delivered to the salon.”

 

“Sounds great!” said Mary. Monica ordered the drinks and desserts and then Mary decided to ask her about something. “So… you mean you’ve been gaining on purpose too?”

 

“Well, sure not as efficiently as yourself, but yeah. For Tom. And I guess for myself too, to be honest. Though I’m more excited about how it’s done than about the end result, although I don’t mind it either. Or at least I think I don’t. That’s the biggest I’ve ever been.”

 

“Me too, obviously. I have to tell you that you inspired me a bit with this and that… I was puzzled to learn your real age after that last meeting.”

 

“Oh, I’m sure you were. I guess that by now you confused enough people about your age too.”

 

Mary laughed. “Oh yes, even a couple of times today,” she added and told Monica the story about the shoe store patron.

 

“Oh my god!” Monica explained, trying to stop laughing. “She really did that? And she sent you to Janice? That was cruel!”

 

“Well she had the best intentions I’m sure,” Mary said, remembering that this lady was just as awkward as she was polite and helpful. “But I was close to laughing when I realized she thinks I’m, like, her mom’s age.”

 

Mary was finishing her second drink. The dessert was now already gone and Monica was finishing hers. They continued chatting for a couple more minutes and Mary decided that she really liked Monica. And at least they could be honest with one another and understood each other. And after Feedward Mary was actually quite happy that she can talk like that with someone who’s not potentially romantically involved with her. Finally, both slightly tipsy, they decided to go to the salon. On the way Mary made a few touches on her phone and informed Mary that the food was ordered. They spent the way chatting, first waiting for the bus, then one the way and then walking from the bus to salon. Monica insisted they take the back door, to surprise Tom. Soon they were sitting at a table in social room of the salon in the back. Monica went to notify Tom she’s in the back and tell him to come there once he finishes working. When she came back she told Mary that Tom was giving some lady a nice pixie and judging from the amount of hair on the floor that must have been a big chop. Mary reached up to her hair instinctively, recalling her own big chop. Monica went to the cupboard and took out a bottle of red sweet wine. She poured it into three big wine glasses, one waiting for the Tom to come. They sat at the table. Mary’s stomach was grumbling.

 

“No worries, we should receive supplies soon,” said Monica, smiling, and patting herself on her soft belly which also started grumbling a little.

 

“Looking forward to it,” said Mary and took a sip of wine. The taste told her it was Porto. “I have to invite you guys one day too to make good on all that hospitality of yours.”

 

“De nada,” said Monica with an exaggerated Spanish accent. “Seriously, don’t worry about that. I really don’t have many friends with whom I can talk about all this stuff without feeling like a goofball.”

 

“It’s same with me, so no matter how you look at it, I still owe you.”

 

“Well, suit yourself, but don’t be mad at me when your boyfriend, fiance or maybe even husband at the time ogles my butt once or twice.”

 

“Why would I? As long as you’re not hitting on him, anyway.”

 

“Pah! Never. But believe it or not I almost lost a friend over much less. She invited me once to her home and her husband was around. I guess she thought that he wouldn’t even pass a glance onto an unfashionable fattie like me. But he did. Actually, soon after he saw us come in he came and said hello and did not want to leave the room for some reason. And he WAS ogling my boobs and butt whenever he thought I was not looking. And I wasn’t. I didn’t have to. My friend was and her expression told me everything. Same as the fact that she never invited me to her place again. We still see each other sometimes, but it’s always either at my place or someplace out.”

 

“Oh my, that’s hilarious… But I guess I understand,” Mary said, recalling the reactions of men - and their female partners - at the mall. Still, I guess I’m too similar to you to be afraid of stuff like that.”

 

“Maybe so, maybe not. But I know one thing - if a guy is unfaithful, better to learn it sooner than later. Tom is a perv alright but he knows I’m the best thing that happened to him, and vice versa,” she took a sip of the wine too.

 

“I’m glad you two are so tight knit… I’d love it to be so with Dan once we get married. It has been so before, but I’m anxious how it’s going to be once he gets back with me being… different.”

 

“If you are right about him and what he likes, I’d be more worried about what was happening when he was away rather than what it made you look like,” said Monica in a quite serious tone.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Monica rolled her eyes. “Mary, don’t you see it? You got fascinated with another guy to the point of him appearing in your ‘subconscious’ - whatever that meant. And now you two parted but you still think of him and what you did together had such an impact of you that you keep doing it, that is, getting fatter, on your own, IN SPITE of having been anxious plenty of pounds ago that you might already be too fat for your fiance. Are you really deluding yourself that this is all a part of the original plan?”

 

Mary did not know what to say to that. She drained the remainder of her wine. It was really getting into her head by now.

 

“Let’s put it this way… Do you love him?”

 

Mary blinked her eyes, surprised. “Who?”

 

“Ed, of course.”

 

Mary considered that for a moment and answered honestly: “No. I don’t.”

 

“Ok, fair enough. Would you like him to fuck you, though?”

 

Mary stopped for a moment. She reached for the glass but it was empty. That last big sip was making her feel light-headed. She closed her eyes, recalled the Dan-and-Feedward dream, and said:

 

“Yes.”

 

They sat in silence for about half a minute. Finally, Monica reached to her glass and drained it as well.

“We need more wine,” she decided, stood up and went to the cupboard.

 

 

 

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CHAPTER 28 - Where Mary hears, but does not listen

 

“You need to ask yourself a question,” said Monica, when they were halfway down another glass.

 

“What kind of question?”

 

“Whether  you prefer regretting things that happened or things that didn’t happen.”

 

Mary considered that for a moment. “I don’t know. I never thought stuff like that could happen.”

 

“And yet it does…” Monica said slowly. “It basically comes down to what you can live with. Or what you find easier to live with.”

 

“Have you ever been in… a position like that?”

 

“Honestly, no. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging. I don’t think I’m beyond that, it’s just that it never happened. I mean, I’ve done my own share of playing with fire when it comes to Ed, or Feedward, but to me it was always just a little game that he enjoyed playing. I never thought seriously about making up with him. But then again, I had Tom next to me all the time.”

 

“So… what should I do?” Mary asked, somewhat resigned.

 

“Oh, I’m not going to make decisions for you, Mary. Not a chance. Even though I’m pretty sure you like that.”

 

“What do I like?” asked Mary, surprised. Tipsiness did not help with understanding the hints.

 

“Other people making decisions for you. Tom told me you seemed content and excited when he was doing your last cut. Now it seems that you happily submitted to Ed’s idea for you to become fatter. And I think that if I somehow materialized Ed in front of you now and told you to go all “subconscious” on him, you wouldn’t resist either,” said Monica, pointing her finger at Mary.

 

“Well let’s start with the fact that I’m a little drunk right now and…” Mary started, but Monica interrupted her.

 

“I never said you don’t need excuses,” she put her words in. “Actually, I think this whole thing started because you wanted an excuse to finally stop keeping your weight on a leash. Which is a sentiment I share with you, as a gal who also always had a tendency to be rather plumper than slimmer,” she finished, smiling.

 

“So you are implying that I’m only waiting for an excuse to let myself be shagged by Feed… Ed?” Mary asked, somewhat accusingly and with a hurt tone.

 

Monica raised her palms open towards Mary, wanting to tone down the situation. “I think you are honest when you say you wouldn’t want that to happen. But I also think that if he appeared here, especially now, your subconscious might find plenty of excuses to make that happen.”

 

Mary wanted to protest at first, but she stopped with her mouth open. She bit her lip, looked down and took the glass. She took a sip, waited for a moment, and said: “Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. I mean, you are right for sure that lots of things that happened recently were me going with the flow. I guess it’s easier to make the second step once the first one is done…”

 

“Well, let me tell you only one thing. All the steps you’ve been making recently are not on the path that leads you to your beloved Dan. It’s a path that is closely, and I mean very closely, intertwined with Ed. If you want your current relationship to stay healthy, you must walk off it. Or at least take a good turn at the crossroads if we somehow assume that your current path has some connection to Dan. I mean, he’s going to come back and find a new woman. Not only physically, mentally too. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but he left a plump, but kinda typical young adult girl next door on a permanent diet, who never did anything crazy or provoking in her life. And now he will meet a really big vixen looking like she could be his mom, wearing clothes and makeup that scream “come and take me” and enjoying growing out of her clothes. And let’s not forget about her new experience in erotic feeding and being an online “model”. Do you even intend on telling him about that last part?”

 

Mary blushed. “No, I didn’t plan to… I thought I can keep it secret, in the past.”

 

“Honey, as far as I know from what Ed mentioned, you were sending videos to random guys who are into BBWs. Your Dan is, to at least some extent, into BBWs too. How long do you imagine it will be before he comes across your vids posted somewhere?”

 

Mary went silent again. “You are right. I will have to tell him.”

 

“It’s not a matter of having to do it, it’s a choice. Just be aware that certain actions yield certain consequences. Plus, I think it might be a good idea for you to start tapering off that gain, unless you really like spending your days in bed, considering that, if I estimate correctly the change you went through between our two meetings, you are moving like a bullet train.”

 

“Well, I did plan on doing something like this… I mean, I know I can’t go on like that forever.”

 

“Exactly. It’s something that I also had to realize at one overly enthusiastic period of my life not that long ago. I guess you might know a bit about it if Ed was telling you anything about me. Did he?”

 

Mary nodded and took another sip, emptying the glass. She was feeling very light-headed at that point. The conversation with Monica took her to spaces inside her mind that she was avoiding for a while. She thought about how crazy her life was during the recent months. And then she had to admit to herself that she liked it. She enjoyed the change, the provocation, the teasing, all of it.

 

“This food order is running late,” Monica said, breaking the silence.

 

“Seems so… How’s Tom doing?”

 

“Well, let me check. And maybe get our glass refilled.”

 

Monica poured more wine and went to the salon section. Mary took another sip of wine, thinking about what she just heard. It was a lot of process and her mind was reluctant to do it at present. Wine did not help and nor did the hunger. Soon, Monica came back and reported the news.

 

“He got a walk-in in need, I guess it’s going to take a bit longer than I though…” She said and contemplated something. “Say, maybe I could start helping you before he’s free, otherwise we’ll probably finish awfully late, which I don’t mind, really, but I don’t know about you.”

 

“Well I don’t mind either, I don’t have anyone to return to… yet!” Mary said. “But I also don’t mind if we start… You cut hair too?”

 

“Actually, no, other than some small attempts at trimming my bangs and the like… But I can touch up your roots for sure. Plus, Tom and I are soon going to open a beauty salon section here for me to work in and we already have all the equipment. It’s brand new and only waits for the first customer, so if you’d like to have anything done I guess you can be that person.”

 

“Wow, really? I mean, you’re already doing a lot for me...”

 

“Well, consider yourself my guinea pig for testing this equipment if it makes you more comfortable,” she smiled. “It’s not like it’s rocket science but I’d definitely feel more comfortable using it on customers if I did a test run before. I planned to do it on myself, but it’s not exactly the same, so… Be my guest.”

 

“Alright! I hope it’s safe to use it after a few drinks, though,” she laughed.

 

“On your part or mine?” asked Monica, laughing as well. “Nah, don’t worry, it’s safe enough.”

 

“Ok, I’m in then! Your guinea piggy is reporting for duty, ma’am,” said Mary, giggling.

 

Monica started laughing even more. “Oh god, we really should do this before we’ll get even more drunk…” she said and stood up. “You can stay in the chair, I’ll go for the lightener and toners and all the stuff I need.”

 

“Ooook, I’m not going anywhere!”

 

While Monica was away, Mary took out a mirror from her bag to check her looks. She noticed that her pale cheeks went a little reddish from the wine, which was not a surprise considering how tipsy and lightheaded she felt. She examined her makeup and her freshly plucked eyebrows. Everything was in order and Mary felt sexy. She thought about all that Monica told her. About the paths and about the potential consequences of all things she did. And about Dan coming back to find a totally new woman in place of the one he left. She thought about what would happen if Dan found out about those videos she made for money. Would he find her a skank for doing this? The woman he proposed to? Well, maybe the one he proposed to - no, but the one she was now? She looked down on her dress, barely containing her, she saw her nipples pushing the fabric out. And then she looked below and saw how little of her thighs the dress covered when she sat. “I do look like a skank,” she said to herself, silently, and for some reason saying this aloud sent a wave of arousal. It was a  ripple that made her nipples stand out even more and ignited a familiar warmth down below. She recalled her videos, always clothes, but alluring, doing her best to make the guys watching it hard. She felt a mixture of anxiety and arousal - the same feeling that made her wear this skanky dress and heavy makeup before she left home. She thought about Feedward and realized that he was watching these videos too. Well, she knew that before, obviously, but now she imagined him actually doing it. She wondered whether she’d go further knowing that he was watching, considering how she enjoyed getting his attention. No, she corrected herself in her thoughts, it was not about pure attention. She wanted to make him hard, to make him unable to control himself in her presence. She recalled him standing there at her place that early morning after the party, when he told her he almost regrets he is not Dan and she challenged him about saying “almost”. Yes, she was flirting with him then. That whole night was one big flirt. What if he had not controlled himself? What if he came to her then and kissed her? Or what if she went further back then, not only flirting with words, but giving his self-control an even greater test? What was the point of testing him like that if not to make his instincts overpower him? Mary realized she enjoyed that risk. She enjoyed the idea that, instead of just walking away, Feedward could have grabbed her and kiss her and tear her skanky dress off. To her own shock and arousal, Mary realized she feels more excited than afraid about this happening. She almost regretted not doing something more to tease Feedward further, to make him lose his composure and cross the line. I could always stop it, she thought. But it would be so exciting to see him so horny that he wouldn’t his hands off me. She realized these thoughts made her so aroused that she was actually getting wet down below. Her superego seemed to try to keep her id in check and  told her to think about Dan. That it was unfair, indecent, skanky and even downright slutty. Unfortunately, Mary was too tipsy to put that above the desire she felt. She reached down to check whether her panties were not getting moist and felt her fingers touch her exposed “lower lips”. Fuck, I forgot I have no panties on, she thought, and kept the fingers down. She knew Monica was somewhere near, collecting necessary equipment, and that Tom was in the other part of salon, working with his customer. Any of them could enter at any moment. But in her arousal, Mary decided to slide one of her fingers inside. A shiver of excitement went up her spine as she slid it deeper. My god I so need to be fucked. She recalled the scenes from that kinky dream she had that night after the party and, reminiscing, moved the finger in and out, and then two of them, providing her a small ersatz of what she felt she really needed. Her stomach rumbled and she smiled to herself. Oh yeah, I need someone to feed me AND fuck me, badly.

 

And then the door opened.

 

“Hey, Monica, I wasn’t expecting such a big order from you, so I decided to deliver it personally and check what’s the big occa…” said a familiar voice, stopping abruptly. Mary was quick enough to slide her fingers out and cross her legs, but she still felt hot flush on her face from arousal and because of tipsiness she was not sure if she reacted quickly enough. The owner of the familiar voice was staring at her. She realized that her heart is beating fast and her breath is quick and heavy. Her heart seemed to start beating even faster when she made sure who the person staring at her is, and the mix of embarrassment and excitement brought about another wave of arousal. She swallowed, cleared her throat gently and said, very straight-faced:

“Hello, Ed.”

 

 

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CHAPTER 29 - Where Mary gets touched up.

 

He stood there with his mouth wide open, holding ten large boxes of pizza. When she greeted him and made him sure who she is, his eyes scanned her up and down. He put the boxes on the table.

 

“Hello, Mary... “ He seemed really puzzled. “I, uh, had no idea you’re going to be here… I just, uh, saw the guys receive this big order from Monica and I…”

 

“Ed, please…” Mary said apologetically. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind you being here… Unless it’s you  who minds me being here…” she said, and seeing the expression on Ed’s face she immediately realized that it was a bad choice of wording.

 

“No! Of course not, sorry, I, um… You know… I didn’t really expect to see you again.”

 

“Well, I guess fate had a different plan,” she said and smiled, slowly regaining composure. Or rather, tipsiness, which went away for a moment when she got stressed by the sound of opening door. Recalling the circumstances of why that stressed her, she semi-consciously gripped the bottom of her dress to pull it down slightly, as if to raise the decency a little. What she did not expect was that this move would pull the dress down higher up too, and she suddenly felt a springing motion, when both her fat breasts jumped out of the dress. It took Mary a while to understand what happened, and when she did, she covered them with her hands and looked at Ed. His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. And there was also a noticeable bulge on his pants. Seeing this, Mary took her hands off her breasts. Something inside her mind screamed about decency, but it only fueled Mary’s excitement. She raised her hands again, but did not cover her breasts and only held them a bit from under and on sides. Ed looked at her, somewhat shocked and saw a flirty smile on her face.

 

“Do you like what you see?” she asked him.

 

Ed swallowed a big lump in his throat, straightened his expression and said: “Oh yes.”

 

Mary smiled and switched her crossed legs. She pushed her breasts further out of the dress and let them hang loose down. “And now?”

 

He was staring at her, not shocked anymore, but still somewhat puzzled. Still, he smiled upon hearing that question, raised his eyebrows and nodded in admiration. “Even better,” he said. He was back to his usual composure.

 

“They grew nicely thanks to your pizzas,” she said, and then added in a voice not only flirty but downright lusty: “Do you want to touch what you contributed to?”

 

He gave her a long measuring look. And then he approached her. She stood up, her breasts bouncing slightly. He approached her a slowly put his right hand on her left breast. And then the left hand on her right breast as well. He moved his palms gently over their roundness, stroking her nipples gently. She inclined herself towards him, making him rest his hands on his chest while holding her breasts. She moved her lips towards his ear. “Squeeze,” she whispered. He listened and immediately heard her sigh. She moved closer to him and could feel the bulge below. She took his hands of her breasts slowly and pushed close to him, feeling the roughness of his jacket on her bare breasts pressed against his chest. She looked in his eyes and he looked back - tense, unsure what to do. Suddenly they both heard the steps. Ed took a step back and Mary hastily squeezed her ample bosom back into the confines of her tight dress, taking a step back too.

 

“Hey, I heard someone coming in, did we get our…” she stopped, seeing Ed and Mary standing together. She immediately noticed Mary’s flushed complexion as well. “Ed, hello, what are you doing here?”

 

“Well, um…” he pointed to the pizza boxes on the table. “I brought your delivery.”

 

Monica looked at him. Then at Mary and her flush. Then at Ed’s still visible bulge. And again at Mary, with a half-smile. “Alright then, if you decided to pay a visit, have a seat. I was just going to spruce Mary’s hair up a bit. Speaking of which…” Monica took the chair Mary was sitting in before a bit further back, and then gestured Mary to come and have a seat. Mary glanced at Ed, still somewhat flushed, and slowly walked to the chair and sat on it. Monica put a small disposable foil cape around her neck and around her shoulders. Meanwhile, Ed sat down and his eyes were wandering around the room. Monica took advantage of this occasion and put her face closer to Mary’s ears, whispering:

 

“Relax, I’m not judging, he’s smart and handsome, you spent some time together… But you came here today to prepare for your fiance’s return. So whatever you want to do today and during the next days, I’ll happily help you, but it’s you who’s going to have to handle the consequences.”

 

Mary nodded. Monica smiled and whispered a question, playfully:

 

“Do you want him to give you some of that pizza?”

 

Mary did not move for a while. But then she nodded again. And she felt her flush coming back. But now it was excitement only, no embarrassment.

 

“Want some more wine too?” Mary heard another whisper. She knew that more wine will just loosen up her tongue, courage and morals. But the idea only spiked her excitement further. She nodded again.

 

“Ok,” said the last of Monica’s whispers and she went  to pour the wine to glasses. She gave Mary one to hold and drink and took the second to the side, where she intended to prepare the ingredients. Mary saw her pour some bluish powder into the mixing bowl, the lightener, and then add peroxide developer. The lightening powder was stronger blue than the one she used on that day when she fried her hair. She wondered what the difference was. As her mind wandered around this issue, Monica turned to Ed and said:

 

“Ed, I’m a bit busy and Mary will be sitting here for a while before I finish the application, and she was very hungry when we ordered those pizzas. Maybe you could help her with that? I wouldn’t mind a piece myself.”

 

“Sure!” said Ed, cheerfully, took a box and approached the two curvacious ladies. He was going to give Mary a slice to hold, but when he approached she opened her mouth. No matter how wide she opened it, the slice would not fit, but the way she opened it was as if she expected something else going inside. She was teasing him and he knew it. He rolled the slice into a conical shape and pushed it slowly into her open mouth. Mary took a bite and swallowed it quickly so he pushed more inside, as if she was a pizza-mincing machine. Soon the was also the dough rim left and he fed it to her piece by piece. Monica was looking at that scene with amusement. Finally, she went behind Mary with a bowl, brush and comb. Mary felt Monica start parting her hair for applying the lightener, while Ed was feeding her another slice of pizza. It was delicious and Mary was so hungry she felt she could eat all 10 of them alone. She felt spoiled. Monica was doing her hair and Ed was filling her belly. When Ed went for the third slice to give Mary, she took a gulp of wine to wash down the last one. Monica used this occasion to ask Mary about one more detail:

 

“And just how blonde do you want me to take you?”

 

“Ummm... How blonde can you take me?” Mary asked, unsure.

 

“However you like, really. You want to go all the way?”

 

“Like, white blonde?” Mary asked and Monica nodded. Mary looked at Ed, who was waiting with the third slice. “What do you think?”, she asked him.

 

“About?” asked Ed, although he heard well enough what they discussed.

 

“How blonde would you like me to go? White blonde?”

 

He smiled and looked to the side, unsure whether the seize the opportunity. He recalled her naked breasts brushing against him and how they felt in his palms. “More,” he said.

 

“More?” Mary asked, surprised, as if it was an invalid answer. Monica looked at him questioningly too.

 

“White. Snow white,” he added, clarifying his idea.

 

Mary looked at Monica. “Can you do it?”

 

“Sure, although that’s going to be one serious bleaching. Plus, I’ll need to do the length then too.”

 

“You want to see me with white hair?” she asked Ed.

 

“Among other things,” he said, with a grin. “Of course, I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise.”

 

“Bleach me white then, Monica,” Mary told her improvised stylist.

 

“Your wish is my command,” she answered, and continued preparing Mary’s hair. Ed started feeding the fourth slice to Mary and she ate it ravenously. When she ate the last crumbs of it, Monica was slowly applying the lightener onto her roots. Mary thought about something for a second, finished her glass of wine and told Monica:

 

“You know what? Don’t worry so much about doing it roots first, length later… Just put that whole goo into my hair and massage it in so that it gets where it should.”

 

Monica raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Your length was already bleached once… hell, twice even. It’s going to get damaged this way, especially if you want to go white. Maybe you won’t feel it initially but it will show.”

 

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t, so you shouldn’t either,” Mary said with a smile.

 

“You’re drunk, that’s why you don’t care, you know?” Monica told her in all honesty, pointing to the empty glass.

 

“Well, are you sober?”

 

Monica pretended to consider the answer, looked at her own glass, now empty as well, and said “Nope!”, with a funny expression on her face.

 

“Well then fry my hair and worry not, just make sure all the colour in it is gone like intended.”

 

“Ok, you asked for it!” Monica said, laughing. After this last glass of wine she was also enjoying the whole thing, surprised and amused by Mary’s boldness. She put on a pair of disposable gloves, placed the bowl over Mary’s head and started pouring the contents out, spreading them on her head with her free hand. Soon all of Mary’s hair was trapped within a blueish goo on her head.

 

“Vat feelsh shou funny…” Mary said, in the middle of fifth slice, her mouth full of dough.

 

Monica smiled. “Well, it’ll take a while for it to turn your roots white so while it fries your hair we can do something else.”

 

“Futsch ash?”

 

“Well, something more within my field of expertise... Beauty stuff, whatever you like.”

 

Monica was awaiting answer, but Ed filled Mary’s mouth with pizza again.

 

“Shuff ffuh fuffh,” she tried to say something, but she could hardly move her tongue around.

 

“What?” Monica asked, looking at Mary. Mary tried to say something but the piece of pizza Ed was feeding her made it hard. Monica was almost going to asked Ed to stop for a while, when he said:

 

“How about some epilation?” he asked, and Mary raised her eyebrows. He turned to her and asked: “You probably spend some time on shaving or depilating your legs and so on, right?” Mary nodded. “Well, since Monica is offering, maybe you could get rid of that hassle altogether?”

 

“Wait, wait, that’s a lot of work and besides I’m really too…” Monica started, but Ed put a word in.

 

“Come on, we have a lot of time and you know very well that being a big girl does not make stuff like this easier. If it’s too much of a request for what you offered Mary, put it on my tap.”

 

Monica smiled broadly. “Admit it, the thought of her losing it all turns you on, you kinky bastard.”

 

Mary managed to swallow the rest of pizza slice and, having listened a bit puzzled to that exchange, asked: “Losing what?”

 

“Your body hair,” Monica explained straightforwardly. “Our Ed here likes us, fat babes, smooth like baby girls.”

 

“You couldn’t make a less fitting comparison,” said Ed, frowning.

 

“Oh I know, I’m just teasing you. In a different way than Mary, but still,” she grinned.

 

“Can someone explain to me what you both mean exactly? I’m kinda confused…”

 

Monica sighed. “He basically offers you, on my behalf it seems, to get rid of all the hair you usually need to wax, shave or whatever. Plus probably some you don’t.”

 

“Wow, really? That would be sooo convenient... “ Mary said enthusiastically, finally understanding, and recalling the time spent in the bath trying to shave her legs. She never liked doing it and being one-and-a-half of her former self didn’t help with doing it comfortably either. Plus, it supposedly pushed Ed’s buttons and that also got Mary interested. “Awwwwwkay… Assuming I’m in, what’s supposed to happen?”

 

“Well,” Monica started, “I have a professional laser hair removal system ready to be powered up. It doesn’t hurt, just stings a little at worst. Although I never did a comprehensive removal before… But I heard it’s completely doable.”

 

“Comprehensive as in…”

 

Monica opened her lips but it was Ed who answered: “Everything below you neck.” Monica opened her mouth even wider, surprised and wanting to protest, also on behalf of Mary, but before she could say anything, Mary said:

 

“Alright. I’m in.”

 

“You realize it’s technically permanent?” Monica asked her. “I mean, there can be SOME regrowth but with this grade of laser it’s little to none. It even works on currently inactive follicles.”

 

“Currently inactive?” Mary asked, wine in her head not helping her focus or understand technicalities.

 

“It’s enough to say it’s complete and permanent,” Ed said. “Still in? Say yes and I’ll keep feeding you pizza through the whole thing,” he added with a flirty smile.

 

Mary saw his excitement, both in his face and also below, seeing a familiar bulge that he clearly no longer bothered hiding. “Yes,” she said.

 

Monica looked at the both with amusement. “Ok, you two, if that’s what you agreed upon, I need to take Mary for a shower.”

 

“Shower?” Mary asked, surprised. “Where?

 

“Over there,” said Monica, pointing to another door. “It’s for the health and comfort of us both, dear. Plus, I need to rinse your hair in a moment anyway, once the lightener makes you a snow-white lady.”

 

“Oh, ok… I guess I could use some refreshment. It’s been an exciting day so far.”

 

“Well, the best may be yet to come, I think,” said Monica, with mysterious smile. “How about one more glass of wine?”

 

“And a slice of pizza? Or two?” Ed added.

“Three!” Mary answered eagerly. “And yeah, sure, one more glass.”

 

 

 

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I hope you’re enjoying the ride… It’s far from being over!

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CHAPTER 30 - Where Mary gets wet

“I’m sooo glad you guys thought about making the floor slip-safe…” said Mary, after taking her shoes off in the bathroom. It was quite a large place with two large shower cabins. “And that you made those cabins spacy!”

“Do you think I’d have them any different?” asked Monica, patting herself on one of her ample bottom. “Plus, Tom wanted this place to be BBW-friendly too.”

“I can imagine,” Mary said and looked for a place to undress. Before she found one, Monica started taking her clothes off. Under her tight-fitted pencil dress she had a polka-dot bra and panties set and body-coloured stockings. The bra was holding a very decent pair of breasts which were, however, slightly smaller than Mary’s. Monica had also bigger and darker areolas, which started pointing down immediately after she undid her bra. Mary was surprised at first at Monica’s lack of uneasiness, but then she realized that it was really ironic that she even thought about that. While Monica was taking off her stockings, Mary started pulling the dress off. The tight fit did not make it easy, but finally she managed to take it off. Monica looked at her, amused.

“My, my, you’re such a naughty girl! Nothing underneath!” she said, removing her panties. Her belly was released now too and they both stood naked in front of each other. Monica scanned Mary from head to toes and Mary felt a little awkward. “You have a wonderful figure,” Monica said.

“Uhhh, thanks, Monica… You look amazing too.”

“Seeing your boobs almost makes me jealous. Ok, drop the almost. It makes me jealous... “ she said, came closer to Mary and placed her chubby palms on Mary’s sagging breasts, nipples peeking out between her fingers. Mary felt a shiver go up her spine, part surprise, part arousal. She started wondering, whether Monica is bi or just tipsy. “Have you weighed yourself lately?”

“What? No… Um… Why?” Mary asked, feeling awkward.

“Just wondering… I wonder how fat would I have to get to get a pair like that,” she said and joined her finger, squeezing Mary’s erect nipples between them. Another wave of arousal went up Mary’s spine. Monica took her hands off her breasts and slid them down to Mary’s belly. “You got fat, girl…” she told Mary, who opened her eyes widely upon hearing that comment coming from another woman. But before she could say anything, Monica immediately added “...but I guess that’s what you wanted. And not only you.” She gave Mary a smile and went to the first shower. “Can you handle rinsing the lightener? Be careful to do it first without having it all over you, it’s not a shampoo, you know.”

“I know,” Mary confirmed. “I guess it’s high time to do it, it’s tingling like hell…”

“Well, let’s just hope it won’t end up rinsed into the drain together with the lightener,” Monica said, grinning. “I’m joking,” she added, seeing Mary’s terrified face. “Just rinse it thoroughly and watch out for your eyes.”

Mary nodded and went to the second cabin. She took the handle, opened the tap and adjusted the water temperature. Then she bent forward. Her rolls appeared in all their glory, although there was no one to admire it. Her big breasts sagged downwards, nipples pointing straight to the floor. She closed her eyes and started rinsing the blue smelly paste slowly. It felt pleasant to scratch her scalp a little finally, since the lightener must have irritated it a little, but fortunately within normal limits. Soon all of the paste was going down the drain and she saw the general idea of where it took her hair. The dampness was still making her hair slightly darker, but she saw it had no yellow tones left - at best, it looked slightly beige. Mary took some soap from the dispenser and started washing her whole abundant body. She was getting hungry again, which was nothing surprising after only one pizza and such a long time of eating nothing. And the wine was stimulating her appetite as well. Thus, she showered herself a quickly as she managed and stepped out of the shower to take a towel. Monica was waiting for her already, naked, dry but with her burgundy hair still a bit moist, slicked back. Her makeup was gone and Mary realized hers must have been gone as well. Monica’s towel was back on the hook. Mary started drying herself with the one available for her and looked at Monica a bit surprised. Monica smiled and asked her:

“Are you feeling naughty?”

“Um… Maybe,” Mary said, playfully, feeling confident. “Why are you asking?”

“Well, from what I hear Tom finished his job and they’re together back there. I will need you to be undressed for our procedure and I haven’t set up any private area there… So, we can dress back, go there and ask them to leave to the hairdressing area and have some privacy, or…” she stopped for a bit of suspense, grinning.

“...we can go there as we are,” Mary finished for her. That would mean both Ed and Tom seeing her naked. Ed already saw some of her, but Tom… On the other hand, Monica was Tom’s wife and she was willing to go there naked for both of them to see. Mary was unsure why Monica was willing to do this, but the idea was exciting and doing it together sounded rather fun than embarrassing. Plus, she was already curious about the looks on their faces when they see them. So, having dried herself up and used her hand to make her moist hair combed to the back like Monica’s, she said: “If you’re up for it, I’m in too.”

Monica giggled. “That’s going to be the craziest thing I’ve done in a while, but I sure had enough wine.” She opened the door, took Mary by hand and they both walked into the back room. Their plump  figures stormed jiggling straight in front of both Tom and Ed, who were sitting or chairs and having a conversation. When they saw them both, they stopped with their mouths open. Monica took two chairs for the ladies to sit on and sat on one, putting one of her plump legs onto the other. Mary sat down similarly. Her belly formed a sweet roly shelf on which her sagging breasts rested. They looked like two fat sisters, one blonde, very blonde, and the other one a redhead.

“How are you feeling, gentlemen,” Monica asked with a very flirty tone.

“Wow,” was the only thing Ed could say. Tom said nothing and he was visibly torn between feeling weird for his wife being seen naked by Ed and feeling also slightly weird because of seeing another naked woman next to his wife. The feeling was augmented by seeing Mary in her now updated size. In the end, both guys ended up staring at them for a while. Finally, Monica stood up and approached Tom, doing her best for her breast to bounce and her hips to sway while she moved. She sat on his lap and the chair creaked. Her soft ample bottom spread on his leg and she pushed her breasts up just below Tom’s face. She gave him a kiss. Mary looked at it and for some reason it made her somewhat aroused.

“Honey, you’ll be having two more customers today,” Monica told Tom. “And I can feel that you’re already happy about it.”

Mary looked at Ed and found his stare. She looked below and noticed that Ed was visibly happy about something too. But also shocked. Still, he did his best to look straight at Monica and ask her: “What do you mean? Are you both going to get haircuts?”

“Well, looks like it’s going to be more than that. Mary’s going all smooth according to your idea, in the end… And I guess we both might be in for something more too. Especially if you pour us some more wine, rrrrright, Mary?”

Mary was unsure what Monica was talking about, other than going smooth, but she nodded and said: “Sure thing!”

“That’s the spirit, girl!” Monica exclaimed. “So, I got the idea that maybe you could give Mary the smoothing service while I get my haircut done. And then both me and Tom can focus on giving Mary a makeover of her life,” she said and looked at Mary, curious of her reaction. Mary opened her eyes wide and stared puzzled for a while but finally she understood completely what was said. She was going to open her mouth but before she uttered a word, Monica continued. “It’s no biggie, considering you just have to get rid of everything there… You only need to be thorough.”

Ed looked just as shocked as Mary, but he was also visibly excited. He looked at Mary and there was a question in that look. Mary’s heart was pounding. She knew what that would mean and how close it would put the two of them together. Mary recalled their conversation in the club. The one about her being his holy grail and the one when she suggested he might choose her look for the time of Dan’s arrival. The idea excited her. She had some idea where her consent might lead, but she could have no certainty about the outcome. Something deep inside her was telling her this was wrong and that she should feel ashamed at even considering it. The same thing told her that Dan was coming back in three days. But this thing, her good-girl conscience was now lying deep under the whole pile of Mary’s self-indulgence during the previous months. She sold her intimacy to strangers, she was going out looking indecent with a guy who was clearly into her, she let him feed her and fatten her up and today she first let him touch her and now she was showing herself to him naked. And she dreamed about him fucking her and her giving him a blowjob. And worse, all of it made her aroused, excited and downright ecstatic. She wanted to keep indulging herself, but she still had enough common sense left to know this had to end if she wanted to keep her old life intact. She still knew she did not love Ed, but this did not help her in shaking off the desire to submit to him and let him do whatever he wanted to her. She recalled the conversation she had with Monica before Ed arrived. She knew she had to get rid of that temptation and to go back to the old life once Dan returns. It was the only way. And her current state of mind provided her with only one solution to it.

“I’d actually love if Ed did that,” she said, smiling flirtatiously. “And maybe we should let guys choose our makeovers too?”

Now it was time for Monica to have a surprised look. She opened her mouth seemingly wanting to say something that would put that idea back to the box, but Tom was first to respond.

“Now that’s an interesting idea… So I’d choose a look for my darling Monica and Ed the one for you?” he asked.

“Yup,” Mary confirmed. “Though if we do it, I’d like you all to promise me something, and I’m very serious about it,” she added, raising her finger.

“Whatever you want”, Ed said first, too aroused to keep pretending Mary’s idea was not what he dreamed of.

“Agreed,” said Tom and looked at his wife. “Monica?”

Monica was still a little surprised, but she realized she started that game herself with the offer to Ed. She looked at Tom and her curiosity and playful mood won with her reservations as well. “Yeah, I’m ok with that too. Both those things. What is the condition, then?”

Mary took a deep breath in and said: “Don’t take it the wrong way. You all know my story now, I guess, so I really hope you will understand my request…”

They were all looking at her. She was still tipsy, very tipsy, but she realized that her request will include a lot of implied messages.

“I want us never to meet again after 6th of May. And if by some reason we do, I would like you to act like we never met. I will have my old life to get back to and if I want to keep it intact, this is a must. I hope you will understand…”

There was a short period of silence. Monica was the first to break it.

“I do. And I see our conversation has bore fruit…” she said and smiled. “I give you my word.”

Ed raised an eyebrow upon hearing what Monica said, but then he looked at Mary, smiled as well and said: “You have my word too. It was what I intended before anyway and if he wave two more days left… Well, I definitely look forward to them.”

And finally, Tom chuckled and said: “Hell, I have a very vague idea of what is happening here now, but for some reason it seems to me that this is going to be an interesting evening… I hate to lose such a lovely client but I respect your wish of course. You have my word as well.”

Mary exhaled. “Thank you,” she said. “I think I need some wine now… And pizza.”

Everyone smiled, but Ed’s smile was the greatest.

 

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CHAPTER 30 - Where Mary gets wet       ***REVISED VERSION***

 

“I’m sooo glad you guys thought about making the floor slip-safe…” said Mary, after taking her shoes off in the bathroom. It was quite a large place with two large shower cabins. “And that you made those cabins spacy!”

 

“Do you think I’d have them any different?” asked Monica, patting herself on one of her ample bottom. “Plus, Tom wanted this place to be BBW-friendly too.”

 

“I can imagine,” Mary said and looked for a place to undress. Before she found one, Monica started taking her clothes off. Under her tight-fitted pencil dress she had a polka-dot bra and panties set and body-coloured stockings. The bra was holding a very decent pair of breasts which were, however, slightly smaller than Mary’s. Monica had also bigger and darker areolas, which started pointing down immediately after she undid her bra. Mary was surprised at first at Monica’s lack of uneasiness, but then she realized that it was really ironic that she even thought about that. While Monica was taking off her stockings, Mary started pulling the dress off. The tight fit did not make it easy, but finally she managed to take it off. Monica looked at her, amused.

 

“My, my, you’re such a naughty girl! Nothing underneath!” she said, removing her panties. Her belly was released now too and they both stood naked in front of each other. Monica scanned Mary from head to toes and Mary felt a little awkward. “You have a wonderful figure,” Monica said.

 

“Uhhh, thanks, Monica… You look amazing too.”

 

“Seeing your boobs almost makes me jealous. Ok, drop the almost. It makes me jealous... “ she said, came closer to Mary and placed her chubby palms on Mary’s sagging breasts, nipples peeking out between her fingers. Mary felt a shiver go up her spine, part surprise, part arousal. She started wondering, whether Monica is bi or just tipsy. “Have you weighed yourself lately?”

 

“What? No… Um… Why?” Mary asked, feeling awkward.

 

“Just wondering… I wonder how fat would I have to get to get a pair like that,” she said and joined her finger, squeezing Mary’s erect nipples between them. Another wave of arousal went up Mary’s spine. Monica took her hands off her breasts and slid them down to Mary’s belly. “You got fat, girl…” she told Mary, who opened her eyes widely upon hearing that comment coming from another woman. But before she could say anything, Monica immediately added “...but I guess that’s what you wanted. And not only you.” She gave Mary a smile and went to the first shower. “Can you handle rinsing the lightener? Be careful to do it first without having it all over you, it’s not a shampoo, you know.”

 

“I know,” Mary confirmed. “I guess it’s high time to do it, it’s tingling like hell…”

 

“Well, let’s just hope it won’t end up rinsed into the drain together with the lightener,” Monica said, grinning. “I’m joking,” she added, seeing Mary’s terrified face. “Just rinse it thoroughly and watch out for your eyes.”

 

Mary nodded and went to the second cabin. She took the handle, opened the tap and adjusted the water temperature. Then she bent forward. Her rolls appeared in all their glory, although there was no one to admire it. Her big breasts sagged downwards, nipples pointing straight to the floor. She closed her eyes and started rinsing the blue smelly paste slowly. It felt pleasant to scratch her scalp a little finally, since the lightener must have irritated it a little, but fortunately within normal limits. Soon all of the paste was going down the drain and she saw the general idea of where it took her hair. The dampness was still making her hair slightly darker, but she saw it had no yellow tones left - at best, it looked slightly beige. Mary took some soap from the dispenser and started washing her whole abundant body. She was getting hungry again, which was nothing surprising after only one pizza and such a long time of eating nothing. And the wine was stimulating her appetite as well. Thus, she showered herself a quickly as she managed and stepped out of the shower to take a towel. Monica was waiting for her already, naked, dry but with her burgundy hair still a bit moist, slicked back. Her makeup was gone and Mary realized hers must have been gone as well. Monica’s towel was back on the hook. Mary started drying herself with the one available for her and looked at Monica a bit surprised. Monica smiled and asked her:

 

“Are you feeling naughty?”

 

“Um… Maybe,” Mary said, playfully, feeling confident. “Why are you asking?”

 

“Well, from what I hear Tom finished his job and they’re together back there. I will need you to be undressed for our procedure and I haven’t set up any private area there… So, we can dress back, go there and ask them to leave to the hairdressing area and have some privacy, or…” she stopped for a bit of suspense, grinning.

 

“...we can go there as we are,” Mary finished for her. That would mean both Ed and Tom seeing her naked. Ed already saw some of her, but Tom… On the other hand, Monica was Tom’s wife and she was willing to go there naked for both of them to see. Mary was unsure why Monica was willing to do this, but the idea was exciting and doing it together sounded rather fun than embarrassing. Plus, she was already curious about the looks on their faces when they see them. So, having dried herself up and used her hand to make her moist hair combed to the back like Monica’s, she said: “If you’re up for it, I’m in too.”

 

Monica giggled. “That’s going to be the craziest thing I’ve done in a while, but I sure had enough wine.” She opened the door, took Mary by hand and they both walked into the back room. Their plump  figures stormed jiggling straight in front of both Tom and Ed, who were sitting or chairs and having a conversation. When they saw them both, they stopped with their mouths open. Monica took two chairs for the ladies to sit on and sat on one, putting one of her plump legs onto the other. Mary sat down similarly. Her belly formed a sweet roly shelf on which her sagging breasts rested. They looked like two fat sisters, one blonde, very blonde, and the other one a redhead.

 

“How are you feeling, gentlemen,” Monica asked with a very flirty tone.

 

“Wow,” was the only thing Ed could say. Tom said nothing and he was visibly torn between feeling weird for his wife being seen naked by Ed and feeling also slightly weird because of seeing another naked woman next to his wife. The feeling was augmented by seeing Mary in her now updated size. In the end, both guys ended up staring at them for a while. Finally, Monica stood up and approached Tom, doing her best for her breast to bounce and her hips to sway while she moved. She sat on his lap and the chair creaked. Her soft ample bottom spread on his leg and she pushed her breasts up just below Tom’s face. She gave him a kiss. Mary looked at it and for some reason it made her somewhat aroused.

 

“Honey, you’ll be having two more customers today,” Monica told Tom. “And I can feel that you’re already happy about it.”

 

Mary looked at Ed and found his stare. She looked below and noticed that Ed was visibly happy about something too. But also shocked. Still, he did his best to look straight at Monica and ask her: “What do you mean? Are you both going to get haircuts?”

 

“Well, looks like it’s going to be more than that. Mary’s going all smooth according to your idea, in the end… And I guess we both might be in for something more too. Especially if you pour us some more wine, rrrrright, Mary?”

 

Mary was unsure what Monica was talking about, other than going smooth, but she nodded and said: “Sure thing!”

 

“That’s the spirit, girl!” Monica exclaimed. “So, I got the idea that maybe you could give Mary the smoothing service while I get my haircut done. And then both me and Tom can focus on giving Mary a makeover of her life,” she said and looked at Mary, curious of her reaction. Mary opened her eyes wide and stared puzzled for a while but finally she understood completely what was said. She was going to open her mouth but before she uttered a word, Monica continued. “It’s no biggie, considering you just have to get rid of everything there… You only need to be thorough.”

 

Ed looked just as shocked as Mary, but he was also visibly excited. He looked at Mary and there was a question in that look. Mary’s heart was pounding. She knew what that would mean and how close it would put the two of them together. Mary recalled their conversation in the club. The one about her being his holy grail and the one when she suggested he might choose her look for the time of Dan’s arrival. The idea excited her. She had some idea where her consent might lead, but she could have no certainty about the outcome. Something deep inside her was telling her this was wrong and that she should feel ashamed at even considering it. The same thing told her that Dan was coming back in three days. But this thing, her good-girl conscience was now lying deep under the whole pile of Mary’s self-indulgence during the previous months. She sold her intimacy to strangers, she was going out looking indecent with a guy who was clearly into her, she let him feed her and fatten her up and today she first let him touch her and now she was showing herself to him naked. And she dreamed about him fucking her and her giving him a blowjob. And worse, all of it made her aroused, excited and downright ecstatic. She wanted to keep indulging herself, but she still had enough common sense left to know this had to end if she wanted to keep her old life intact. She still knew she did not love Ed, but this did not help her in shaking off the desire to submit to him and let him do whatever he wanted to her. She recalled the conversation she had with Monica before Ed arrived. She knew she had to get rid of that temptation and to go back to the old life once Dan returns. It was the only way. And her current state of mind provided her with only one solution to it.

 

“I’d actually love if Ed did that,” she said, smiling flirtatiously. “And maybe we should let guys choose our makeovers too?”

 

Now it was time for Monica to have a surprised look. She opened her mouth seemingly wanting to say something that would put that idea back to the box, but Tom was first to respond.

 

“Now that’s an interesting idea… So I’d choose a look for my darling Monica and Ed the one for you?” he asked.

 

“Yup,” Mary confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’ll be a lot of fun for all of us, right?” she asked in her naive tipsiness. Tom would definitely agree, judging from his grin, and Ed was doing his best not to show how wholeheartedly he agreed but he was failing miserably at it. Monica, on the other hand, looked anxious, but at the same time somewhat curious. Finally, Tom realised that Monica might have a different opinion and looked at her for approval or lack thereof. Monica looked at Mary, with her eyes half-closed and a slightly wry smile.

 

“Sure, let’s do it,” she said, her eyes still fixed on Mary. “I’m pretty sure that our men will be satisfied with such a turn of events,” she added. Upon hearing that, Ed wondered whether it was him or Mary’s Dan that Monica was referring to next to Tom. Mary clearly did not notice this subtle ambiguity, wearing a bright wide smile on her fat-cheeked round face.

 

“Thank youuuu!” Mary exclaimed and turned to Monica to hug her. Feeling her breasts touch her and her plump arms around her, Monica realised that Mary was genuinely and happily drunk at this point. Not plastered, but drunk enough to have her reason on vacation. If it was not for the fact, that she liked Ed a lot, she would have stopped this situation from going further. But Ed was happy, Mary was happy and Tom was clearly happy too. And Monica had to admit she was excited to see where all of this was going to lead them.

 

“Shall we begin, then?” asked Ed and looked at Mary, smiling. The smile she gave him back was ripe with excitement.

 

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Note: sorry for changing this chapter, but I had a hard time continuing this story and I decided I needed to take a slightly different turn with it in order to be able to continue. On the positive note, the story should receive further chapters soon :).

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CHAPTER 31 - Where Mary goes down the rabbit hole

 

“So… How do you use this thing other than pointing it in the right direction and pulling the trigger?” asked Ed, holding a pistol-like device.

 

Mary was lying naked on the mattress in the salon room, holding a glass of wine, with a pillow under her head. An open box of pizza was lying next to her and half of it was already gone. Breadcrumbs and tomato sauce pointed to Mary as the perpetrator. All the blinds were down and the room was warm thanks to Tom turning up the heating a bit for the ladies. Monica was making herself comfortable in the chair and Tom was preparing the “tools” for his wife’s makeover. Both he and Ed decided they would not tell the ladies in advance what they have in stock for them and the ladies agreed to it.

 

“Well, this one’s a bit different from the old ones but I guess it doesn’t matter to you if you haven’t used the old ones. Basically, you press the trigger and slowly move the laser line along the skin where you want the hair removed. The device does the rest - adjusts the radiation strength, angle and stuff like that. It cost a lot but it works a lot faster than the old ones. And it’s much easier to operate,” Monica explained.

 

“Right… And if I want to do some precision removal?” Ed asked and went to feed another slice to Mary. She took a sip of wine before opening her mouth for him.

 

“You use that switch on the right side and the line becomes a small circle. When you press the trigger, it works on the area within the circle. It’s that simple.”

 

“Got it”, he said, looking with delight at Mary devouring another slice. Her belly was far from being filled but they had a lot more time to achieve that. “Is it safe for skin everywhere? And doesn’t it hurt?”

 

“No, I checked that personally. Can be used at any place on the body, even face if necessary. Giving clients burns is bad for business, you know,” Monica answered.

 

“Ok… So let’s do it. Are you ready, Mary?” he asked. Mary nodded, being unable to speak with her mouth full of pizza. “Alright then, here it goes.” Ed aimed the device a bit below Mary’s ankle, pushed the trigger and started moving upwards slowly. The red line indicating the current area of effect went up accordingly and Mary felt warmth there, although no pain. Ed went up to Mary’s knee and then started another vertical pass to remove hair from another strip of Mary’s lower leg. The air became filled with a slight smell of burnt hair. “And is it safe for, uh… the bikini area?”

 

Monica chuckled. “Sort of. If you want to be sure, Mary needs to have some blocker gel spread on the sensitive areas.”

 

“Where would I find it?”

 

“I expected it might be necessary so I left it on the table over there,” Monica said, pointing to the table near the wall. Ed finished the second pass and went to bring it to within handy range. When he was back, Many has just finished the last slice she got and her tongue was collecting crumbs and tomato sauce from her lips. Ed continued with another pass while she reached for her glass of wine and drained it. She felt warmth again as the indicating line went upwards slowly. For the fourth passage he needed to have access to the inner side of her legs, so Mary spread her legs somewhat. She noticed Ed looking at the place she exposed and she realized it had to show how aroused she was. Noticing that she noticed, Ed smiled to her and continued the work he was tasked with, seemingly enjoying it.

 

Meanwhile, Tom prepared everything he needed and approached Monica from behind, putting his hands on her shoulders first and then sliding them down to her breasts, getting ahold of them and putting her nipples between the index and middle finger on both hands. He felt a slight shiver go through her and a moment later her nipples were firm. He squeezed them gently between his fingers and that sent more shivers up Monica’s spine. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She was holding a full glass of wine in her hand and the shivers almost made her spill some of it. Feeling another wave coming, she put the glass to her lips and took a long sip, emptying the glass in one go. She knew that they were all going beyond anything they experienced before and she decided that staying too sober would not fit the mood. She felt Tom’s hand moving up her back and finally touching her neck. He dug it into her red curls and then she felt a kiss on her bare skin just below the point where hair started to grow. She kept her eyes closed and succumbed to the pleasure of her husband’s touch, forgetting about the world around her for a while.

 

Ed managed to finish with removing any traces of hair from Mary’s columnous legs and his eyes went to the table, scanning for the gel dispenser. He approached it, walking past mary and touching her cheek gently, receiving a happy smile in return. She managed to drain the last glass of wine in the meantime and she was now holding the empty glass, so Ed took it from her. He was wondering whether she would like it refilled but thought that maybe it’s best if she does not get any more tipsy. Instead, he poured some for himself and drained it immediately. He would not admit it, but he was just as stressed as he was excited. He did dream of this happening, but he never expected it to happen for real. Now he was afraid that he might do something wrong and then all of this would suddenly end, maybe with him waking up from a dream. He reached for the gel bottle and wondered, if this was a good idea. The constant feeling of tightness inside his underwear was telling him, that it could not be better. He left the empty glass of wine next to the almost empty bottle and walked to the Mary’s table with gel in hand. He looked at her, so fat and beautiful, her body looking as if she had years of sweet-toothed existence behind her, with large and rather saggy breasts that might suggest she did a lot of nursing in the years past. The knowledge that her story was totally different fueled his arousal at her sight even more. He opened the bottle and squirted some gel out onto his left hand. The touched her cheek with his right hand and its index finger soon moved to her lips, as if hushing her. In the very same moment, Mary felt a cool slimy feeling between her legs. She sighed. She started feeling Ed’s hand, spreading the gel on her intimates. Truth be told, he was doing his best not to do it in too invasive manner, but at that point she was so aroused that willing or not, he was pleasuring her swollen intimates, and with every round move of his hand she was wondering more and more when he would put one of his fingers inside. She was almost disappointed, when a few seconds later he only gave her a smile and went to wash his hand from the gel. She realised she was breathing heavily and that her cheeks were on fire. Inadvertently, the let out a silent moan. She could not see that, but Ed grinned upon hearing it. Still, his heart was pounding just as much as hers was.

 

Tom was observing that whole scene with amusement and a bit of voyeuristic arousal as well. But he said nothing. When he looked down on Monica, he noticed her eyes staring at him.

 

“Shouldn’t we stop this?” she said with her lips only, exaggerating their movement in order to be understood better by Tom. He responded by moving his chin forward and shaking his head slightly. He looked at Ed coming back to Mary and now moving the depilating close to Mary’s intimates to make her forever smooth down there. He crouched slightly, to get his mouth near Monica’s ear.

 

“She wants it,” he whispered. “I don’t know how it started exactly but it’s going in only one direction.”

 

“She may regret it,” Monica whispered back.

 

“She may,” he concurred. “But her fiance might as well come back, see what she become and cancel the whole engagement thing.”

 

“Well, if he learns about all of this, he sure will…”

 

“Even if, it’s not like we’re going to tell him, are we?”

 

“No,” Monica confirmed, “but she’s the kind of girl who’s probably going to end up telling him in the end… Unless…” she paused, considering something that came to her mind.

 

“Unless what?” Tom asked, curious.

 

“Unless he really comes back, sees her and chickens out… Although I’m not sure which of those scenarios she would take worse, to be honest…”

 

“Well, let me tell you this, if Ed has his way with her today - and you know what Ed usually has in his mind - then if her fiance comes back, sees her and swallows it up, there is a big chance he might actually stomach other things too… Speaking of which didn’t she say her guy was ok with her size previously?” Tom inquired.

 

“She did, but that was over 100 lbs ago and she looked like a plump student girl back then, not like a fattened middle-aged matron.”

 

“There’s nothing wrong with fattened middle-aged matrons” whispered Tom, closer to Monica’s ear, and gave her a gentle bite on her lobule. “Maybe I should start ordering you some more pizzas too, huh?” he asked playfully. Upon hearing this, Monica chuckled nervously.

 

“You’d love me to balloon up like she did, wouldn’t you?” she asked, in a somewhat too serious a tone considering the situation. Tom noticed that immediately.

 

“I would like you to balloon up, true, but it has nothing to do with her,” he underlined, also taking a more serious tone. Mary was sweet, sure, and an interesting customer, but there was only one woman in Tom’s life and he wanted her to know it.

 

“It’s not what I meant…” Monica said. “But I am a little anxious about it. Ballooning up, I mean. You know I love food and I know you love seeing me fat. But it’s not so simple. There are limitations, and we have kids to take care of. How am I going to oversee a bunch of kids if I get much fatter than now?”

 

“You can always send me to do the dirty work,” Tom smiled. “Plus, it’s not like it has be one way only. You know you are able to lose weight whenever you want if you set your mind to it. And you can always stop at any point.”

 

Monica went silent for a while, a slight smile on her lips. Tom was almost going to ask her if she is ok, when she said: “Ok.”

 

“Ok what? You’d let yourself go a bit?” he inquired, not being certain what his wife meant.

 

“Yes. On one condition, though.”

 

“I’m listening.”

 

“I’m ok with being fat and all, I also like a bit of vintage, but to be honest I’d like to take a break from being taken for your mother. I mean, it’s not as much about me as it is about kids… Consider me superficial all you like but I feel weird when people think I’m their granny.”

 

“Oh…” Tom was visibly surprised. “I know it wasn’t your choice when you first got that look but I thought you ended up enjoying it?”

 

“In a way I do, but… You know, getting fatter and keeping that look, that might be too much. At the very least give me a break from it, especially since I’m willing to get fatter. I’m not saying never again, I just… I guess I just want to feel being in my 20s again. Can you do that for me?” she asked him gently.

 

“Well… If you feel that way, sure. Especially with that kind of trade,” he added, smiling. “Does it have to be out of our bedroom too?”

 

“Actually, no. I’m willing to indulge you during our intimate moments. Plus, maybe I’ll change my mind in a couple of years. You know how unstable I am about such things…”

 

“I do,” he chuckled. “Ok then, I agree. We have a deal. The question remaining is whether you still want me to choose your hairdo? If so, I might have to adjust my plans but I’d still love to do it.”

 

“I’ll stick to it. And I’ll even add something to sweeten the deal,” she smiled flirtatiously.

 

“Really?” Tom was pleasantly surprised. “What is it?”

 

“If I end up liking your today’s pick, I’ll let you do anything to me on my 30th birthday. I guess I will have been bored with looking 20-ish by that point anyway,” she chuckled. “So you can take me back to my current matronly look then, or even further, I promise I’ll be cool with it. But the next three years I want to spend at least partially on my terms when it comes to look.”

 

Tom thought about this offer and imagining the combination of getting Monica back to at least her current mature look, plus the added pounds, sounded really worth the wait. He nodded.

 

“Deal.”

 

“Great!” Monica smiled and kissed him. “Now give me something suitable for a young mom.”

 

“Your wish is my command…” he said with a slight bow. “All in all, I think I will manage not to miss that current look of yours that much.”

 

“Well, if you do and things go the way we both expect them to go, I think you might at least get an opportunity to unleash that magic on someone else,” she said with a grin, and then moved her eyes in the direction of Mary, who was still lying on the table left in Ed’s care. Tom’s eyes followed, but they both opened them wider when they noticed what was going on the table. They stared for a few more seconds, until Tom broke the silence.

 

“Well... looks like he finished,” said Tom, in an approving tone.

 

“Only one side. But he’s sure taking a break,” Monica added, chuckling.

 

On the table, Mary’s lips were fused with Ed’s, and one of his hands was groping her large fat breasts. They could not see that from their point of view, but Mary’s hand was also busy somewhere below the table height. They both smiled and turned their eyes away, letting things go their own way and focusing on each other instead. Tom walked to the cabinet and took out a pair of clippers. Monica felt her heart racing, with both excitement and curiosity. She made herself more convenient in the chair and waited for Tom to start his work.

[scissortooth]

CHAPTER 32 - Where Mary deals with smooth operation

 

She tasted like pizza. No wonder. During the last few months her body was assimilating it like nobody’s business. And she still had crumbs and tomato sauce on her lips when she pushed him towards herself.

 

Ed finally interrupted their kiss. Not because he wanted to stop or because he did not like it. He was simply so excited that he almost forgot to breathe. His hand was still resting on her big saggy breast and he still felt her hand feeling the hardness and warmth right above the zipper of his jeans. Somewhere deep inside it felt wrong, but it was too pleasant to stop it. He put his hand under her plump neck, letting her rest her head on it, and slowly laid her down, she was looking at him, smiling flirtatiously, and he felt that she was looking for his zipper’s slider. He allowed her to find it.

 

“I’m done with your arms, legs, bikini… well, basically the whole front part of you, up to the neck…” he said, somewhat out of place. But he could not find any other words for now.

 

“Mmm… good…” Mary moaned. “Do you like me so smooth and fat?”

 

“I do… I never told you that but I’m really not that fond of female body hair… I always found lack of it more feminine.”

 

“Well then, I’m yearning for more hairless smoothness… What else are you going to point that gun at, mmm?” she asked, feeling like a true vixen.

 

“Well, I’ll need you to lie on your belly now so that I can do the back…” Ed stated, true to fact. He realised that at this point Mary was more relaxed about this whole thing than he was, in spite of him trying to enjoy it to the fullest. Here she was, flirting with him in a rather straightforward way and he was only able to follow with what he had to do. He heard her open his zipper and then her chubby hand sliding into the opening. He decided to try to relax and go with the flow as well. Meanwhile, Mary smiled upon his order and turned around to lie on her belly. When she did, both the belly and her breast spread on the table surface like soft dough and Mary’s waist became much less visible as the fat pushing to the sides filled in every available space. And behind it was the two great hillocks formed by Mary’s ample buttocks. When he was switching her position she left his zipper alone and Ed was wondering whether she’d return to it now. She did, sliding her hand even further in and he felt a touch directly on his manhood and delicate rubbing that reinforced its stiffness, mediated only by the fabric of his shorts. He took a deep breath and started from the back of Mary’s fat calves. When he was done with that and moved forward to extend the hairlessness zone above waist, Mary asked him, with a sensual and curious tone:

 

“Did you mean all hair on the body?”

 

For a moment Ed did not understand what she meant, but soon he recalled what he told her a moment ago.

 

“Well, not necessarily. I can appreciate a nice haircut, so that’s the kind of hair I like… Also eyelashes, though to be honest with you I’m a big fan of fake ones. But you usually need some of your own to have them, so…”

 

Mary nodded slightly, her head resting on her chubby handl placed under her double chin. Meanwhile, her other hand was taking a good measure of what Ed had hidden under his underwear. “And eyebrows?”

 

“Well, I like yours, they’re nice and thin, not bushy, so they look kind of classy. But I suppose you can get the same effect by just painting them tastefully,” he said, removing any traces of little hairs from her right arm. He was quite sure that the moves of Mary’s hand intensified somewhat.

 

“Ohh, ok… To be honest it’s the first time I tweezed ‘em that much. It seemed a good idea. I’m glad that you think the same,” she said, and Ed could tell from her voice that she was genuinely happy that he likes them. The gentle but firm grip she now had on his dick was no less a confirmation.

 

“I do,” he confirmed. He was silent for a few seconds, considering something, and then added: “You don’t mind tweezing?”

 

Mary sighed. “To be honest, it’s awful and I hate it. Always had. But I hate my original bushy eyebrows more. Never felt good with them and now that I’m so fat I think I’d like them even less…”

 

“Well then, why not save yourself the hassle?” he said, trying to veil his excitement. He finished one arm and extended himself over the table to do the other.

 

It was her turn to take the time to process what she heard and she even relaxed her hold of him for a moment. Tipsiness did not make thinking easier for her. “How do you mean?”

 

“Well, I have this thingie here, right?” he said, stopping the procedure for a moment to show the laser-emitting pistol to her once again. “Monica said it has a precision mode, so I can save you any hassle with tweezing. Just say a word.”

 

Again, it took Mary a while to process the offer. “Shit, I don’t know. What if I want them back thicker some day?”

 

“Will you?” Ed asked, in a tone suggesting that such scenario is highly doubtful.

 

“Prolly no. I guess,” she said, somewhat unsure. “What do you think I should do? You’re my makeover specialist in the end, rrright?”

 

She accompanied that by a gentle stroke where Ed could feel it and he felt his heart beat accelerating. He knew that he already pushed his luck once today and a lot more often in general. He felt almost as if he won the lottery and now he wanted to bet on a game of roulette. It was madness.

 

“I think you should totally do it. I mean, you look awesome with the thin ones, so classy…” he heard himself say, and he could not believe that these words left his mouth. Was it the wine? It sure turned Mary into a gambler. Or maybe it was the fact that he felt her chubby fingers working hard to keep him hard.

 

“You really think so?” she asked in an honestly honey-coated voice. “Well, then help me get rid of that useless hair… I won’t need it.”

 

Ed felt blood rushing through his arteries and veins. And every single beat of his heart. He did not realise it but he also stiffened further down below, enough for Mary to sense it, even through the wine-induced haze she experienced. “Ok, then,” he said, trying to sound as distanced as possible. He was far from succeeding but Mary did not seem to care. “So… How much of it do you want gone?” he asked, this time without any ulterior motive, as he was simply unsure whether Mary would like to have her previous eyebrows permanent or the current ones. Mary took a deep breath and then went silent for a moment. Her hand in his pants went limp, although he still could feel it touching him. Ed was waiting, but after about half a minute he thought that maybe she fell asleep. He was almost going to ask her whether she was awake, when she exhaled and simultaneously said, sounding tired, as if the contemplation of the options worn her down:

 

“Maybe all of it?”

 

Ed was suddenly grateful that he had no heart problems. “All? Like, remove your eyebrows altogether?” he asked, trying hard not to sound shocked.

 

“Well, um…” Mary started slowly, “if you really think body hair is that bad then I guess I can rely on your opinion. I mean, you wouldn’t do anything to make me look bad,” she added, with complete certainty in her voice and a comforting stroke where it mattered.

 

“You are right about that, but…” he stopped, wanting to ask her what she thought her fiance would say to that, but he swallowed it, considering the situation, and instead added: “How would you like them done afterwards?”

 

She took a deep breath again, and Ed was quite certain that making choices was not her favourite entertainment at the moment. Especially when it was followed once again with a tired exhalation, carrying with it the extended “I don’t know” moan. “Just make me pretty,” she added, this time with a sexy undertone to it and an encouraging grip that moved up and down his shaft like a promise.

 

Ed was wondering what to do. Continuing to inquire seemed a bad idea, as he did not want to make Mary bored or impatient, especially now that the waves of pleasure hit him, and she definitely was not in a mood for making decisions. On the other hand, he felt strange having to make a choice for her. It was one thing to steer her into choices and another to just make them for her. He decided to take a third path, which he thought might actually turn out better.

 

“Mary,” he started, “how about I tell you my suggestion and you’ll just tell me if you want me to put it into practice?”

 

“Mmm…” she moaned, but this time without any tiredness in her voice, just pure sinful silk, “that sounds much better. Tell me…” she prompted him and he felt her hand moving to slide under his shorts. This time he felt her chubby fingers touch him directly… If he did not know better, he would be afraid that the pressure inside his manhood is going to make it explode in a bloody mess. He did his best to focus on the task he still had to finished, although her fingers sliding up and down randomly were not making it easier. Since he basically finished lasering her other arm, he moved to her back and buttocks. Not that she had any truly visible hair there, but he wanted to make her fat shape as smooth as possible. He started doing this with pistol in one hand, while his other hand found itself on the back of her thigh, just below her ample protruding buttocks. Once he did that, he started caressing her soft thigh gently, even squeezing it slightly, returning the favor for her treatment of his shaft. She let out a silent purr and he was pretty sure she was smiling. He opened his mouth and started weaving the story that was going to happen to her:

 

“First… I will finish making you smooth here below your neck. Then,” he paused, and slowly moved his hand so that it touched the soft bottom part of her buttock, and made his tone more dominating “I will aim this pistol at your eyebrows and kill every single hair follicle you have there…” Upon hearing this, Mary grabbed him tighter and he he could feel her whole hand around his manhood. He felt his excitement and heart rate rising further, and she could certainly feel his every heartbeat sending a pulse into her current plaything. There were second thoughts bundles somewhere in the back of his mind, questions whether he was not going too far. He hesitated before continuing, but finally he did. “Then I’ll ask Monica to take her beauty tattooing equipment and she will paint new ones on your hairless skin…” He felt a slight shiver go through Mary and wondered whether it was anxiety or just excitement. He moved his hand up her buttock slowly. She wriggled her legs a little, sending her bottom into slight jiggle. She even relaxed her hold of him, and when he heard her pleased purr he was assured that he was going the right way. “We will make them very, very thin, thinner than the ones you have now…”

 

“Mmmm, oh my… How thin?” he heard her ask, wriggling her legs again as he moved his hand higher up to her waist and further up her spine, barely palpable under the soft thick layer of fat on her back. Waves of excitement were so strong that she could barely control herself and now her fingers were just accidentally brushing all over his intimates.

 

“Very, very thin, almost like two lines drawn with a pencil…” he said, in a tone that one could interpret as threatening. He enjoyed it, even more so now that he noticed that she enjoyed it as well. “And we will paint them jet black, so that, even when thin, they will stand out on your ivory skin and below your snow-white hair…” As he said that, his hand reached her plump nape. He slid his hand into her short hair there and then he opened it to get a hold of her soft fat skin there, now forming a bit of a roll with her neck bent backwards. This time the shiver he felt on her was even stronger. Again, he wondered whether that was not too bold a move. He pinched it gently a few times, as if massaging her nape a little. And again, the purr he heard reassured him that everything was in order. She even regained enough composure to squeeze him in her grip again. Emboldened, he continued. “You will always be able to paint them thicker, but I’d advise against that… The thin ones will fit your lovely moon face perfectly.”

 

“And do you like my moon face?” she asked, with a tone that betrayed that she was still aroused, but now also a bit self-conscious.

 

“Oh, I just adore it…” he said, and the new found boldness directed him towards a thought that passed his mind. “And if you have to ask about such obvious things, I guess I must prove you that I want even more roundness in your face.”

 

“Prove? How?” Mary asked, now betraying arousal mixed with curiousness.

 

“I wanted to stick to your current line of eyebrows, just make it thinner, but now I see we need to give them a bit more of an arch. And maybe to give your eyes more space to breathe and paint them just a tiny bit higher…” he told her, imagining the final look. The not too high, but clearly rounded arc, further underlining the soft round lines of her face, the permanent slightly surprised expression on her face, giving her a sweet, somewhat vintage look. And making anyone expecting her birth date to be further back in the past reassured in their misled expectations.

 

“You want me to look older than my mom!” she said with a chuckle, but there was no reproach in her voice. Just playfulness. And this only provoked him further.

 

“And you will, snow white…” he said, digging his hand further up her nape into her ultra pale hair, sounding as certain as if he was talking about death or taxes. “I will make your mom look like your slimmer, younger and trendier sister next to you.”

 

Ed kept fondling her fat nape and tousling her hair, awaiting her reaction, but she was silent for a moment, as if something of what he said dug deep enough to reach the part of her buried deep beneath her tipsiness and arousal. Her hand was also where she left it, but it was barely touching him. Noticing the prolonged silence, he thought that he did go too far. That the promises he was almost threatening her with ended up scaring her and sobering her enough to back out.

 

“Only if you fuck me afterwards,” was what he finally heard her say, and those words dripped with lust. And before he could say anything, her hand took ahold of his shaft and pulled it out through the open zipper.

[scissortooth]

CHAPTER 33 - Where Mary does more things that cannot be undone

 

The sound of buzzing and scissoring filled the room a while ago, but Mary and Ed did not even notice.

 

“Ok, now I’m pretty sure she just took his dick out,” said Monica, who has been a silent spectator for a longer while, updating her busy husband once in a while in a hushed voice when the clippers or scissors were not working.

 

“I wonder where things are going to go from here…” Tom commented, his eyes fixed somewhere on his wife’s head, his hands busy.

 

“In a rather weird place, I suppose, especially tomorrow when the dust settles.”

 

Tom nodded, concurring. He took his phone out and shot a few pics of the work he just finished. Then he showed them on the screen to Monica.

 

“Does this pick of mine meet your requirements?” he asked in a serious tone, but his smile betrayed that he was anything but. Monica looked at the pictures. Her eyes went wide with shock, but then she smiled as well.

 

“That is sooo going to require frequent touch-ups,” she commented.

 

“I count on it. Actually, it might even require them even more.”

 

“How so?” Monica asked, and felt a smear on her head. “Oh, the colour too?”

 

“Yes, something I would not usually pick for you, but in these circumstances…”

 

“Which one is it?

 

“You’ll see,” he said, this time with a grin. Monica smiled and looked at Mary and Ed.

 

“They basically forgot we’re here… It’s actually sweet how…” she paused with her mouth open. “Look,” she told Tom a few seconds later. He interrupted applying the dye and followed his wife’s stare.

 

“What a day,” he said merrily, looked for a while longer, and then came back to applying the dye.

 

***

 

Ed was standing next to her side as she was lying on the table. His main job was done, not a single hair left on Mary’s body below neck. She was smooth like a rubber doll, and a quite inflated one at that. She was looking at him upwards, her head resting on one of her chubby arms, while her free hand was now stroking the tip of his dick. She just told him he could play out out one of his major fantasies on her and the only condition was to fuck her brains out when the transformation was complete. When she would look like a rather ripe fruit, nicely grown and matured, in dire need of picking. It was probably the easiest condition to fulfill that he had heard since his mom told him in his early childhood that he needed to brush his teeth before being allowed to watch his favourite TV show at midnight. He slowly moved to the front of her. Her hand followed, but when he was right in front of her, she put them both under her chin, elevating her head, with elbows resting on the table. She looked up at him with a playful smile. Ed could see her big saggy breasts behind her arms, touching the table. He raised his hand with the laser depilator and pointed it towards her right eyebrow.

 

“Close your eyes,” he said, “we need protect those pretty eyes of yours.”

 

Mary smiled wider, fluttered her eyelashes and closed her eyes. She was waiting, the smille still on her face. She expected something to happen, to feel the familiar warmth and perhaps slight itch or prick caused by the lasering, like during Ed’s previous task, but nothing happened. More seconds passed in silence, but Mary was not opening her eyes in case Ed started using the laser. Finally, deciding not to open her eyes for safety reasons, she called his name:

 

“Ed?” she asked, but he was silent. “E...mmmmphhh!” she let out, feeling something enter her open mouth and a hand on her nape. She instinctively opened her eyes, forgetting about safety, and saw Ed towering over her. She had to roll her eyes as far upwards as possible, because her mouth was impaled on his shaft. The first shock quickly disappeared and excitement came back. And once it did, Ed felt her tongue working on the tip of Mary’s new pacifier. She looked at him once more, this time with pure naughtiness in her eyes. He showed her the pistol and she obediently closed her eyes again. His hand on her nape dug into her fat skin and pressed her closer. She felt his dick fall deeper in. Many women would gag, but Dan loved blowjobs so at some point she learnt a thing or two about deep-throating. Ed could not know that, but when he noticed she is not trying to back off, she was pretty sure he enjoyed it. The hand on her nape released her temporarily, and she felt it comb her hair back, off her forehead. It was still slightly damp so it stayed there, exposing her eyebrows and her whole forehead - which was not too big, rather on the average side. He moved his hand further down until it rested in her occipital bone area, holding her firmly. He started rocking his hips gently back and forth, sliding his shaft inside her mouth. She did nothing to resist, just washed it with her tongue thoroughly. And even so tipsy and blind with lust she was surprised how much she enjoyed it. Suddenly she felt it. The warmth at her eyebrows, moving along their line. First one, then the other. She could feel his excitement as he was doing this, it was as if his shaft in her mouth stiffened and swelled even more. Strangely enough, her own excitement rose as well, especially when she focus on this being a one-way road. She felt his finger moving along her eyebrow ridge, against the grain, but there was no resistance, she only felt a slight tickle on her cheek, as the last eyebrows she ever had fell down. She felt him pass his finger again, this time there was only bare skin over her eyes. She felt like a doll, completely given to him to play with, and the kinkiness of that though send a rush of excitement through her. She tightened her lips on his dick. She thought that she will soon feel him cum, but stiff as he was, he was not yet there. She opened her eyes to look at him, but as soon as she did, his hand brushed her eyelids down and then pressed her closer, holding her by her fat nape. She kept her eyes closed, and felt him fall deep into her throat. Then he once again placed his hand on her forehead and brushed her bangs back. This time his hand was pressed close to her head and she felt it pull her hair. He intensified his thrusts and she stopped moving her tongue, letting her use her mouth as if it was her vagina. She felt his hand gripping the top of her head tight, pulling her bangs so strong it almost hurt a little. But right now she was so aroused it even felt strangely pleasant. He adjusted his hand and his palm just over his wrist stuck her bangs to her head while his finger were hooked on her occipital bone, holding her head still while she slid in and out from between her tightened lips. And then she felt warmth on her hairline. Still, she ignored it completely in the heat of the moment, overwhelmed with excitement. She did not even pay attention when this sensation started moving. She only felt Ed getting increasingly aroused, as his thrust became stronger and his fingers were tousling her white hair with mad randomness. Suddenly, he pulled his shaft out of her mouth and prompted her to lie down flat on the table by putting his hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her downwards. She complied, letting her hands lie low again and putting her palms under her forehead. She opened her eyes but she only saw the blurred surface of the table. Suddenly, she felt him touch her soft cheek with his hard wet manhood. And then he slid it in her hair and pressed on it with his hand, rubbing it into her hair. She was unsure whether he was taking pleasure in touching her this way or just using her white locks as a towel, but in any case it felt exactly the kind of dirty she was enjoying at the moment. She wondered whether he was going to spill his juices into her hair or let her taste them in the end. Thinking about both these options made her feel the emptiness inside her vagina become less and less tolerable. She felt Ed stop moving his shaft in her hair and then he moved his hand up her plump nape. She heard a click somewhere above and he bent forward. And then she felt warmth once again, but this time stronger and on the bottom of her nape. It puzzled her and she recalled the previous warmth she felt above her forehead, and then the one on her eyebrows. The eyebrows she no longer had. A chill went up her spine. Oh my god, she thought, he is taking all my hair off, I will be hairless… Fat and bald like a cueball… She was now both terrified and madly aroused. She recalled the warmth at the top of her forehead and realised that she might be half-bald already. She realised that she asked for this, that she basically gave herself into his hands and let him do whatever he liked with her, as long as he found the end result desirably fuckable. And he did mention that he found lack of hair feminine… With caveats, but still. She had never done anything so submissive in her life before. But she never sucked the dick of a guy she barely knew either… It was actually the second dick she ever tasted. The second… She thought of Dan, and, suddenly, she felt a sudden rush of clarity in her booze-fogged mind, followed by immediate sadness. Even mad with lust, hunger and excitement, she could not help feeling a good measure of regret. Why did he have to leave her alone for so long? Why has he sown the seeds that turned her into the butterball she know was? It was his fault, all his fault. And now she was lying on that table, morbidly obese, with the big saggy tits worthy of a woman maybe even twice her age, with bleach-fried somewhat matronly hair that was probably half gone already. What was the chance that he would accept the new her, even before Ed started her final makeover into what he considered a perfect female specimen? None. Not to mention ever making love to her the way they used to… It was now the past, with all bridges burnt away and smoldering. She went too far to go back. A fridge too far. If only one… And on this side of the river was Ed. The guy who was more than happy to satisfy all her whims and to worship her as the most beautiful creature in the world, as long as she catered to his particular taste. She was quite sure that he was just as mad about fucking her as she was now mad about spreading her legs for him and letting him jackhammer her into sweet nothingness. And it was more than that, he cared about her. She was not sure how far it went, but seemingly far enough for something to grow out of it. Although, truth be told, it was not her first concern at the current moment. She let the past drift away, clinging to the other side of the smoldering passage she was now leaving, sad no more. Her thoughts came back to the here and now, to the warmth on her nape that she was pretty sure moved upwards, further igniting the volatile mix of terror and arousal that was brewing in her. She took one hand from under her soft chin and found Ed’s manhood, that seemed to be even harder than before. She got hold of it again, pressed it against her soft cheek and the started moving her hand to and fro’ slowly, starting a delicate handjob in this rather awkward position. Awkward or not, it definitely pleased Ed, as the grip he had on her occipital bone with his hand turned into a slow caress, with his fingers trying to sense every curve of her head, tousling the area where here short nape hair transitioned into the longer crown locks. All of which was to disappear, she reminded herself, her thoughts led in that direction by the said caress. She tried imagining herself with a smooth scalp. As scary as this idea was, the reason behind it and her current position were turning the fear into arousal, and the more she succumbed to it, the more she liked it. Many people would probably consider her a freak, but to Ed she would be his dream come true. Or maybe he would just have her wear wigs, like a big fat mannequin. She imagined herself in one, a Cleopatra wig so shiny no one would consider it real hair. So artificial, with eyebrows drawn on and thick fake eyelashes like Ed mentioned... She started wondering how it would be to feel him take such wig off her head and put his hands on her naked scalp and how it would be to feel his dick touching it bare. She imagined him holding her by her smooth bald fat nape while she would be having him deep in his mouth... She did not even notice when the slow moves of her hand turned into a rapid cycle and the grip of her soft palm got so tight that she could feel every single vein on his stiff shaft.

 

“Mary…” Ed started, breathing heavily. “Just how far exactly do you want me to go with it, you naughty girl?” he asked, snatching her out of her smooth-headed thoughts. At first she did not understand his question, just realised that he released his hold on her head and that she could look up. He was standing in front of her, holding the pistol device in his hand and now touching her cheek gently with the other. “I didn’t expect you would react to this improvisation so… positively,” he said and let out a long breath, as if to relax for a moment. Mary released his dick, sat on the table quickly, or at least as quickly as her stature and tipsiness let her, and took one hand to her forehead. The eyebrows were gone as promised and she moved her finger higher, to her hairline. She was not bald, thats was certain, but something did feel different. She moved the hand to her neck and moved the fingers up her nape. Again, she encountered hair, but there was some difference there as well. Was he only teasing her? She looked at him with rather puzzled eyes. Her eyebrows would probably be raised high now, if she had any. “Um, do you want a mirror?” he asked, and his tone was apologetic. He was actually wondering whether he did not pushed her a bit too far. She nodded, still puzzled. Ed looked around but could not find any handheld mirror, so he took Mary by her hand and led her to the full-height one standing nearby. She stood in front of it and scanned herself head to toe. Her skin was a bit red here and there, irritated by the laser. She moved her fingers on her arm - it was perfectly smooth. She paid more attention to her face - she was now looking a little alien without eyebrows, but that was to be expected. The hair from over her forehead covered it, so she brushed it back with both hands and held it there. And then she saw Ed’s work. Her forehead was higher, she could not pinpoint how much at first, but when she saw the small red dots that signified the irritated places on her skin where the hair follicles were killed, she estimated it to start about a centimetre higher than before. It now stood out a little, especially compared to the rather balanced look it had earlier. She also used to have a very gentle widow’s peak giving her round face a little bit of a heart-shaped look, which was now completely gone, contributing to even more roundness and lack of sharp lines. Mary took a closer look at hair hair near temples and ears and it confirmed her suspicion that her “sideburns” got narrower together with the hairline on the sides of her face, making her forehead not only higher but also wider. The said line also got smoother and now it was basically and even arch starting at her narrowed sideburns, climbing up rounded up to her elevated forehead and then coming down on the other side by the ear. Combined, it made her face look even fuller and the lack of any sharp lines added extra softness and roundness to her face. It also looked slightly unnatural, especially since all of the fine wispy hair at hairline were removed. It actually had a bit of a wig-like appearance to it. Mary chuckled to herself, recalling her thoughts from about a minute ago.

 

“So you like it?” Ed asked cautiously, interpreting her chuckle favourably. Although the reason behind it was different, his interpretation was not far from truth. Mary was somewhat relieved that she was not ending up a baldie, even if the new look was quite a big change. But there was actually a part of her that was a bit disappointed that Ed did not push things into an even kinkier field, even in spite of the permanence of such change. In fact, the permanence added to the excitement, going well with her chosen way of not looking back.

 

“For some reason I do…” she said, and added: “It makes me look even more like a different person.” She moved a finger along her new hairline and it made her recall that it was not only the front where Ed was having fun. She reached to the back of her head, to the bottom of her neck. Ed noticed it immediately and looked around once more for a mirror, so that Mary could see her newly shaped nape hairline.

 

“Need a hand?” asked Monica, or rather a person resembling Monica a lot. Except that she had very short hair, left just long enough to enable combing it sleek on top, with short sideswept bangs ending pointily a bit above her left eyebrow and sides and nape that were clipper-tapered from super-short to just barely above skin at the bottom of her nape. And as black as it could be. She looked totally different, and a good few years younger too. And she was holding a mirror.

 

“Girllll you look so fab-u-lous!!!” Mary exclaimed. “It’s sooo extremely short but wow! It’s like boyish but girly! So fresh!”

 

“Why thank you!” she said, touching her own fuzzy nape with her fingers, grinning. “Tom really surprised me with this one, and here I was thinking that I’ll leave this place tonight looking even more matronly…”

 

“Some day you will, dear” Tom chimed in from afar, sweeping Monica’s reddish locks from the floor. “But today only one of you will be left with a mature image. You have to forgive my wife for leaving you alone in this, Mary, she decided, so boringly, that she wants to play a teenager for a while.”

 

“Teenager, pah!” Monica laughed. “Maybe once you give my tits a lift. But let’s be honest, that ship has sailed”

 

“And I am just so sad about it, boo hoo,” Tom said. “You can’t even imagine what’s in stock for you once you hit that magic 30.”

 

“What magic 30?” Mary asked, puzzled.

 

“Just something we agreed on so that I could get this”, Monica said, pointing to her new hairdo. Then she gave Mary a closer look. “My god, you totally need some eyebrows,” she said, with a theatrical cringe. “Care to turn around? I’d love to see more of what Ed can do when he is let loose. And then you can have the mirror and see for yourself.”

 

“Sure!” said Mary and turned around, bowing her head forward a little for the best perspective. Monica started at her nape for a moment, before turning to Ed and saying: “You are a crazy bastard for making stuff like that permanent… But I actually like what it does to Mary’s neck.” Upon hearing this, Mary looked to the side where Ed was, sending him a smile and a kiss. “There you go,” Monica told her, giving her the mirror.

 

Mary approached the mirror and turned her back to it. She raised her arm with the mirror to get a good look of what Ed actually did to her nape and moved her other hand to touch it. Monica was not joking, Ed basically lifted her hairline up to the bottom of her ears and that was actually the lowest it reached. In practice, it descended behind her ear, but angled more than normally towards the center of the nape and at the mid-ear height it took a sharper turn towards the middle of the nape, forming a soft wide arch. Obviously, it made her plump neck look longer, as well as exposed her nape fat roll completely. But the best thing about it was how it exposed this sensitive area to caress. Obviously, it also did nothing to make her look less artificial and the fact that she would no longer have any hair growing below the line he created was the ultimate thrill.

 

“And…?” Ed asked again, cautiously. “How do you like the back? I’m sorry if I got a little carried away but when I started doing it you got so… active that I thought it’s something you really want done. But it wasn’t like that, right?”

 

Mary looked in the mirror and considered what to tell him. Was it a good idea to tell the truth, that is, that she was almost certain that she was being made as bald as a cueball and basically came to terms with it before realising things were not going in such an extreme direction? Would it be a good idea to let him know that she was ready to be pushed further than he dared push her? It sure was not. She looked Ed in the eyes and said:

 

“Actually, when I realised what you were doing I was certain that you’re taking off all my hair.” She paused, but their stares were meeting each other. When he understood the whole of what she said, the muscles holding his jew clearly must have relaxed a bit. She smiled naughtily upon seeing this and he smiled too and shook his head slowly.

 

“You’re unbelievable,” he said.

 

“She sure is,” Monica concurred, shaking her head with disbelief as well. “You can be sure I would start screaming bloody murder the moment I’d even suspect that something like this is in stock for me…” she said, while Mary was just standing there naked, smiling like a little girl who just stole a cookie from the cookie jar. Monica started wondering whether that bravado was genuine or fake. She had some wine while Tom so giving her new hairstyle and colour and now the tipsiness was making her mischievous, so she decided to give Mary a chance to clear that uncertainty out for her. “I love that higher forehead of yours, looks so sophisticated…  Do you like Ed’s work on it too?”

 

“Oh, I love it! I used to hate my widow’s peak when I was a little girl and now... it’s gone! I had to wait for a while, I guess,” Mary said, giggling.

 

“And you, Ed?” Monica turned to him. “Are you completely satisfied with Mary’s new forehead and hairline?”

 

“Um, sure, yeah,” he answered, a bit puzzled by this enquiry. Mary was also staring at Monica a little confused. “Why?”

 

“Well, just wondering… I mean, I love what you did and so does Mary, clearly, but with her being so daring and this looking so good on her I think she would pull off even a stronger statement, if you know what I mean,” said Monica, giving Ed a wink that Mary could not see. Ed blinked his eyes upon seeing that, but then he looked at Mary and his dick, which lost a bit of its stiffness during that break from stimulation, seemed to react quite positively to the idea.

 

“What do you think, Ed?” Mary asked him, puzzled but visibly stimulated by Monica’s compliments. “Do you think it could look better?” Ed opened his mouth, but was clearly unsure whether to follow Monica’s mischievous lead at Mary’s expense.

 

“I, um…” he started, but Monica took back the initiative, enjoying her little manipulation.

 

“I even have a naughty idea…” she said. “Wanna hear it, Mary?”

 

“Naughty is good! I’m all ears,” Mary answered eagerly.

 

“How about you give Ed another little wash and polish service down there,” Monica said seductively, pointing to Ed’s unmistakably erect penis. “And let him work a bit more on your hairline as long as you don’t feel him come in your mouth? Would it be fun?”

 

“Oh wow, sure! Me with Ed and you with Tom, right?”

 

“Uh…” Monica started, surprised. “Actually I…”

 

“Well,” Ed interrupted her, “you two actually have quite similar facial features, Mary just being more round, like all over basically… So why not get such a sophisticated look too? I mean, if it works so well on her, it should be just as flattering to you,” he continued and Monica’s expression turned from somewhat surprised to completely puzzled, she froze with her lips open, not looking the smartest. And to make things worse, Tom, who has just finished cleaning the floor of Monica’s hair, came back, dressed in shorts and shirt only and chimed in:

 

“Well it does sound like an interesting idea, to be honest,” he said with great enthusiasm. He also had a bottle of wine in his hand, one already having been emptied by him and Monica when they were having their own fun during her haircut. He took a sip and gave the bottle to Monica. In a somewhat automated reflex, she took a much greater one, a gulp that would probably fit into a small glass. She still did not know what to say, she only knew that her plan backfired somewhat.

 

“What do you think, Tom?” Ed turned to Monica’s husband, keeping the initiative. “Maybe our ladies could actually have a little bit of a contest here?”

 

Mary smiled broadly, hearing him calling her his lady. “Well I’m up for a contest!” she exclaimed confidently. “C’mon, Monica, let’s give our men some more fun,” she turned to her freshly raven-haired friend, honestly desiring to entertain them.

 

Monica bit her lip. She looked at Tom, but at the moment he was not looking at her, but at Ed.

 

“And how would such contest work?” Tom asked Ed. “I sure wouldn’t mind some more fun.”

 

“Well, it’s like Monica said, they would be pleasuring us while we would work on their hairlines… And we would keep sophisticating their looks until they take us to the happy ending. Monica is in a better position because she has not had hers worked on yet, but I’m ok with it if Mary is.”

 

“I am!” she confirmed lively. So lively that she sent her soft body into a jiggle. It made Ed smile.

 

“Perfect then! And one more catch - the lady who makes her man shoot faster wins. We only need to agreed upon some nice reward.”

 

“I’m not sure about this…” Monica said sheepishly, trying to walk away from the things she set in motion. But she knew it was a bit late for that. Everyone was in, except for her. Obviously, she could always say no, but she did not want to end up a spoilsport. Especially since it was her own somewhat malicious intent that started it.

 

“Come on, it will be fun!” Mary urged her, and approached her to grab her hand, as if inviting her to come play. Monica smiled faintly.

 

“Don’t worry honey, I’m pretty sure you can fly me to the moon before things go too far,” Tom said to encourage his wife. It was partially due to tipsiness, but she knew it was an opportunity he would hate wasting even if he was sober. Except that if he was, he would consider her apprehensiveness more. Now he was considering mainly his long brewed fantasies.

 

“Maybe she just needs some incentive,” said Ed, clearly enjoying rubbing it in. “How about this… The losing couple needs to do three dares that the winning couple will devise for them.”

 

“Make it five and at least I’m in!” said Tom. Monica looked at him with reproach, but she had to admit it got her interested. If they won, she could have a whole lot of fun toying with Ed and his new found interest. She was still anxious about what the manipulation with her hairline would leave her looking like. She could manage with the kind of look Mary had at the moment, but anything more would be harder to stomach.

 

“You better be horny today,” she told Tom, her voice hard like steel. “Let it be, I’m in.”

 

“Awesome, babe!” replied Tom and came to grab her by her soft butt. “And you, Mary? Still in?”

 

Mary looked at Ed. She touched her forehead. She felt her heart start beating again. She knew they could win this, especially since Ed was close to cumming already when he was in her mouth the last time. And if they lost... Well, then she was already curious what Monica and Tom would have them do together. She licked her lips.

 

“Sure thing. Who goes first?”

[scissortooth]

 

CHAPTER 34 -  Where Mary is given a promise of fun to be had

Monica took a couple long gulps from the wine bottle. She still did not like the idea, but she was willing to do it to earn the prize. Not that she had anything against Ed and Mary. Well, ok, she admitted to herself, I do. Giving some guy a blowjob while your fiance is coming back in three days? It was not something she approved of. And Ed? He simply did not know where to stop and his fantasies and desires were taking the better of him. It was enough that he fanned the fire of some ideas of Tom which she now let her husband indulged in. She loved him, she loved pleasing him, but she sure wouldn’t mind if some of his fantasies were not as focused on turning her into a woman looking like her own mom’s sister. Normally she would not act on those feelings, but the atmosphere of this day and the alcohol buzzing in her veins let her loose. So, if she could have some fun at the expense of a fat skank and a self-indulgent pervert, she was currently willing to risk a bit to put it in motion. Plus, she knew that Tom is not a long-distance runner if he does not set his mind to it. And now he was actually asked to do the very opposite. Meanwhile, Mary was working with Ed’s cock for a good while before without him spilling juices, so it did not bode well to their victory.

They all got undressed for the contest. They agreed the rules - the gentleman stands, the lady sits on her butt with her legs between his. This way both Monica and Mary would look upwards during the blowjob, making it easier for their men to work on their hairlines. They had only one hair removal device, so they had to do it in turns. The rest was pure freestyle, with the idle couple measuring the time. Monica and Tom were first. She positioned herself as agreed and he slid his shaft inside her mouth. His left hand moved to her forehead, pulling her short bangs back, while the other one held the pistol. Monica closed her eyes.

“Three… two…. one….” Ed started counting down.

“Go!” shouted Mary, clapping her chubby hands and Ed pushed the timer button. Seconds started to accumulate.

Tom took the pistol above Monica’s temple and started moving the laser indicator along the hairline. He could smell his wife’s burnt hair as he started sliding himself in and out of her mouth. They decided it would be him doing the moving, since if it was Monica, it would be easy to dig further into her hairline than intended. He was excited, very excited. Monica knew it but she had no idea how much he enjoyed what the contest had him do. While he was never particularly into shaved looks, the idea of a woman with a bald head excited him and sparked his curiousity. It did not go too well with the kind of looks he preferred on Monica, so he never even mentioned it, but now the idea of not only removing some of his wife’s hair but also doing it permanently was quite a thrill. A thrill offset somewhat by how anxious he was not to mess something up.

Monica sensed something was not going entirely according to her plan, when Tom managed to do a whole pass along her hairline and started another one. And she had to admit he was not trying to be fast with it. Truth be told, she was wondering whether Mary and Ed would not consider his pace cheating. But for now, at least, they did not. Still, even though she felt Tom being hard, it was not the hardest she knew he could be. Was he not enjoying this? She knew he was. But she noticed that sometimes the movement of his pelvis was stopping, as if he was concentrating too much on what he was doing. Shit, she thought, this must be it. He is so afraid to mess something up that he doesn’t focus enough on my lips and tongue on his cock. She thought of her forehead. Her face was round, rounder than Mary’s by nature, although after Mary gained after their first meeting the difference became much less visible. But while Mary used to dream of a more elongated, oval face, getting a higher forehead by permanent hair removal would never be her first chosen way of obtaining such shape. Still, if she was too afraid, she and Tom might loose and who knows what the kinky mind of Ed could devise for the two of them. She already experienced him turning her mischievous play against her and she was certain he was capable of more.

She gripped Tom’s legs tighter and slowly started moving her head, tightening her lips on his shaft. He stopped using the pistol when he noticed that.

“Hey, we’re watching! Play fair!” she heard Ed say. Bastard, she thought.

“Ok, ok,” Monica heard Tom and to clear his confusion, she showed him a quick thumbs up, moaning something that she wanted to sound like “ok, go on”. She was not sure, whether it was understandable enough, but Tom started working further indeed. She felt him harden. Good, she thought, it should not be long now. 

Two minutes later he finished the second run. But he still was not shooting. Monica started getting really anxious. If I don’t do something I’ll be half-bald and then humiliated. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her mind was racing in search of a solution. But in the end, when he was halfway with the third pass, she did the only thing she could do now. She started deep throating him, something she only tried a few times and that she knew he loved, but never pushed for. And it was working, she got him up to the hardness she knew and loved. But it required her to do longer moves and that, in turn made Tom’s work a lot wobblier. The smell of burnt hair intensified as the laser dug inadvertently deeper into Monica’s jet black hair. Tom was on the brink of cumming, but right now he was finishing the third pass. Anxious of how far backwards her hair would be removed, she turned her head to the side a little, exposing her temple and sideburn. He understood. He started working there, breathing heavily. After a moment she changed sides, to let him work on the other temple and sideburn. Suddenly, she felt the laser on her left eyebrow. What? She thought. No, no! She moaned, but she kept on deep-throating him. Angry, she tightened her lips on the base of his dick as if she wanted to cut off its blood supply. And then she felt it, he exploded. So strong that she inhaled some of his cum and had to pull back, coughing. Her throat hurt from the cough. But she made it.

“Monnie, are you ok?” Tom asked, patting her on her plump back, as if helping her cough out what was choking her.

“I’m…” she said and coughed, one more time, “I’m fine.”

“Eight minutes and thirty nine seconds…” said Ed, quite happy. Monica knew he had a reason to be. It took much longer than she expected.

“Sorry that it took me so long…” Tom said, he had the expression of a dog who stole a roast turkey from the Thanksgiving table.

“That’s ok…” she said, even though she was not feeling completely ok. “Can you give me the mirror?”

Tom nodded and went to get one. When he gave it to her, he started looking at her face warily, trying to see her reaction. When she saw her face in the mirror, she opened her mouth in shock. And when she closed it, tears welled up in her eyes.

Her left eyebrow was mostly gone and what was left of it was beyond salvaging, as there was only a little patch left near her nose bridge. The right one was untouched, but in this situation it could as well be gone, because it had to go anyway. Still, when she was now looking in the mirror, she started regretting that Tom didn’t start with them. They could at least be painted back, but it was impossible to paint back what happened above. Her forehead seemed less exposed than Mary’s, much less actually, but it was an illusion. When she brushed at hair bangs with her fingers, she noticed the effect of her vigorous movement while Tom was killing her follicles. They dug a good centimetre further up, which, when added to the completely removed dept, it would turn her round face more oval, but to prevent going too far she exposed her temples and sideburns to the laser and the losses there were no smaller. She had wider sideburns than Mary to start with, but now there was only a narrow touch of them in front of her ear. Narrower than Mary’s. Maybe half a centimetre. The shape of her temple hairline was basically gone - the frame line of her face starting at sideburns was angled slightly forwards, but it ran smoothly up to her forehead, forming an arc. All of this widened her face significantly, and at present it looked almost a bit wider than taller, especially when her bangs were down. She was horrified, even more so because she knew it was now time to clean up the rest of the damage. And she could not do it herself.

“Tom,” she said, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat, “take that thing and come here.” He nodded, and approached her. She wiped the tears off quickly.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked gently. She took a deep breath in. Closed her eyes and told him:

“Clean up the hairline. Make it look neat, it now looks stupidly choppy.”

He did as she asked. She could feel him working and when she felt how high he had to go, the lump in her throat appeared again. She swallowed it, but a tear went down her cheek as well. And another one when she felt her other eyebrow wiped out of existence. 

Five minutes later it was all done. She was in such a shock that her mind was barely present during that time. She felt the familiar warmth but did not even try to follow what her husband was doing exactly.. Tom assured her she can open her eyes and she grabbed the mirror once again.The lack of eyebrows made her look just as alien as it did in case of Mary, but that was to be expected and she already came to terms with it. She brushed her bangs up with her hand to have a clear look at the hairline, which was now her main source of anxiety. And she shuddered when she saw it. Her forehead was big. Not unnaturally big, but big enough to attract attention. And bigger than Mary’s, although her and Ed’s attempt was still waiting to happen. That did not console Monica much, though, when she came to a conclusion that she now looked like Christina Ricci’s fatter sister. It didn’t help that in order to prevent her face from looking like an egg, Tom had to expose a bit more of her temples. Her face was now almost perfectly round, high, but also wide. All of this made her features appear slightly smaller, which in turn gave her a very moon-faced look. And her short black pixie did nothing to hide it. It was full moon and with her pixie being cut so short, the wolves were going to howl for a good while longer.

“Oh my god you look so cute!” chirped Mary, coming to hug her shocked friend. It was perfectly honest, but Monica was too devastated to care. She was angry at everyone, Tom included, but she already knew that if she was going to win, she would make sure that the dares she devised were something to stay in Ed and Mary’s memory. She hugged Mary back, and tried to wipe her own eyes dry in the process. If I win, I’m going to make sure I got that forehead and moon-face were a high price that I paid for having a great deal of fun at the expense of you two, she thought. She knew that Mary was now hard to shock or made feel embarrassed, but that only made her more determined to think up something really hardcore for the two of them. But now it all depended on whether she assessed Ed correctly. She put on a smile and told Mary:

“Thanks, I think I’ll get used to it. We’ll both look sophisticated now, won’t we?”

“You bet! I just love how that pixie now looks on you…” Mary told her, in genuine admiration.

“She sure does, very daring and confident, hiding nothing,” Ed added, and this earned him a slit-eyed stare from Monica, with her smile staying on. “What do you think, Tom?”

Tom was not sure what to say, his wife’s tears sobered him up a little and it was clear that she was not happy with what transpired and with him having a part in it. “I think it looks very classy,” he finally said. “But I guess now it’s your turn, right? You have to get under those eight and a half and something minutes if you want to win.”

Ed smiled. “I’m in favour of the old wisdom that it’s all about participation”, he said, and this time it made Monica smile dryly. She knew how true that must have been from his point of view. Mary was preparing to sit in front of Ed, but Monica stopped her.

“Wait, what would you say to having a break so that we could get ourselves some eyebrows, hm? I have to say I feel weird without mine,” she said.

Mary nodded slowly. “OK. We do look a bit weird without them.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Monica told her, took her by the hand and led her to the part of the room where she kept her makeup and tattooing equipment. She sat her on the customer chair and went to the mirror with the eyeliner. A minute later she came back, no longer eyebrowless and with her eyes underlined. She painted her fake eyebrows moderately thick, with a well-defined but quite natural looking arch.

“Wow, how did you do that?” Mary asked, opening her mouth in admiration and shock.

“Just some eyeliner and my nimble fingers,” said Monica, smiling slightly. 

“Oh, so it’s not permanent?” Mary asked, somewhat foolishly.

“Of course not, although maybe I’ll get mine tattooed too. But I’d prefer someone else doing it, it’s safer that way. I have no problem doing yours, though. Because you want your new ones permanent, right?”

“I… think so,” she said and Monica raised her freshly painted eyebrows. “Well, I do… But you should ask Ed,” she added, moving a gesture with her head that pointed towards Ed. He heard everything and noticed that, so he started approaching them.

“Ah, so Ed decides. Cute,” Monica said, this time with a dry smile. She turned towards him. “Well then, what would you like me to paint on your not-so-little doll’s face?” He came closer and looked at Mary, smiling. She smiled back and her eyes were like a doe’s.

“Well, make them thin. Very thin. But make them jet black,so that they are visible and contrasting,” he instructed.

“Right,” Monica nodded, “and should I try making them look natural, like, with individual hairs painted, or just solid painted lines?”

“Make them solid lines, I want them to look painted on,” he said and winked at Mary. 

“Like two lines drawn with a pencil,” she said, quoting Ed’s past words and smiled broadly. Monica was surprised at just how excited she was at receiving such an artificial look as her permanent one.

“Ok… Anything else I should know?”

“Shift them a little upwards compared to how Mary’s brows were before, you know, a bit oldschool, but don’t overdo it. And give it a nice arch, also greater than her natural, but sensible. All in all, more like 90s, not 20-30s. All in all, artificial and sexy, not clownish,” he concluded.

Monica smiled to herself. It was quite a list.

“Oh, and give them some space in between, the further from unibrow, the better.”

“Duly noted,” she said, smiling at the idea she got. “We’ll be both back with you in a while.”
 

 

 

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CHAPTER 35 - Where Mary learns a few new tastes that she cannot frown upon

“I should have stopped this.”

“Don’t agonise too much over this. She agreed to it, remember?”

“Well, yeah, but don’t you think we kind of forced her to it?”

“She’s a big girl, in at least two senses. Plus, Mary’s getting even more of a change and do you see her sulking?”

“Ha!” replied Tom, shaking his head. “That one is really hard to compare with. She’s wild, in a good sense, I guess, but still…”

“She hasn’t been like that when I met her. She was just a cute fat girl who couldn’t keep her appetite in check and really needed someone to give her some warmth, care and appreciation.”

“Now, don’t think I’m sermonising or something, but… she does have a fiance, right?”

Ed did not answer this question immediately. Instead, he sighed and inspected his toes. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Or at least theoretically… He’ll find a new woman once he returns.”

“What if he won’t mind? I mean, I know that you and me, we have a rather special taste but it’s not like she was a skinny minnie before - the way I understand it, he was pretty much into her.”

“I can’t exclude that,” Ed admitted. “But after today? She basically allowed me to make her my perfect woman. Would you let something like that slip away?”

This time it was Tom’s turn to take a deep breath before answering. “I don’t know. Depends on the guy.”

“The guy?” Ed asked, puzzled. “How do you mean?”

“Well, if I knew that her guy’s an asshole, that he treats her bad, or something like that… I sure would not hesitate. I mean, shit, I’m no angel but at least a try to make my lady happy,” he said and Ed was going to say something, but before he could, Tom continued. “But… If it was a decent guy… I don’t know, it’d just feel wrong. I’m not judging, I can understand the temptation. But later on you have to live with it. And there is a lot of fish in the sea, even for perverts like us. I found mine.”

Ed nodded, and raised his finger. “But I haven’t found mine. Unless you count her.”

“Well, you know, there is a lot of people who say that you should take what you desire because no one else is going to give it to you… But it’s often simply an excuse for doing shitty things.”

“Do you think I’m doing a shitty thing, then?”

“I’m not judging. But I’d hate to be her fiance now if I was really into her, like, wanting to marry her no matter what.”

“What if I wanted to marry her too?” Ed said passionately. “Maybe I’m more into her than he is? I mean, he left her alone for such a long time…”

“Ed, not everyone has a big successful business operation, some people have to provide for their families, either current or future ones, in some other way. The way I understand it, the plan of that guy was to suffer the separation with his woman in order to ensure a brighter future for the both of them. How is that bad?”

Ed said nothing for a while. Finally, he uttered the only explanation he could muster. “But she wants me.”

“She does, I give that to you. But is it love or is it just… an affair, for the lack of better word? Is it love? On both sides? Or is it just you letting her discover something about herself she did not know it existed and thus fuelling some mutual fascination, without anything deeper involved?”

Ed went silent for a long while, thinking. Half a minute later he said: “I honestly can’t be sure.” He thought for a moment longer and the he continued, asking: “And if it’s… not that deep, then what would you have me do? Get dressed, leave and forget that she ever existed?”

Tom smiled gently. “Ed, pal, I’m in no position to tell you what you should do. To be honest, you two went already so far that the damage is done, if you know what I mean. She cheated, period. Some guys seem to care whether it was just a blowjob or a full-fledged fuck, but I wouldn’t and I suppose you wouldn’t too.”

“I can’t say for sure, but… probably I wouldn’t.”

“And what would you care about?”

“Whether she still loves me and not the other guy.”

“Well then, here’s my completely noncommittal advice to you - make the most of this evening but give her a chance to back out. She deserves it and maybe her guy deserves it too. Give them a chance to come back to each other. If it turns out that he can’t forgive her or, even worse, turns out that his love for her evaporates the moment he sees… well, the new her, then I suppose it is actually your obligation to provide her with some safe landing. And then, by all means, make her yours. Actually, if you won’t, I’ll punch you in the face.”

Ed let out a long tired breath. “Some advice,” he said in an unhappy tone. “So, I’m supposed to be an adventure or a second choice?”

“Are you seriously going to complain about it? You are living out your fantasy. Just don’t ruin what someone else built until you are completely sure that there is only rubble left of it to clean up. You grumbly fucking bastard…”

Ed laughed. “Well, it does sound better when you put it that way.”

“I’d also like to remind you that you have a blowjob coming. Speaking of which… Holy…”

Tom stopped with his mouth open and Ed could not help doing the same, in spite of being the one who contributed significantly to what he was seeing. Mary was standing in front of them, all giggly and jiggly.

“How do you like my new browsies?” she asked and her eyebrows jumped up twice very slightly, in a flirty manner. They were basically perfectly true to what Ed specified. Monica tattooed them jet black, very thin and without trying to make them look as if they had anything to do with hair. What Ed didn’t expect was how Monica seemed to have understood the “space in between” the eyebrows that he asked for. Mary’s eyebrows did not start on the edge of the bridge of her nose. They did not start above the inner corner of her eyes either, which is where one would expect them to at the furthest. Instead, they started almost over the middle of Mary’s eyes, right above where the inner half of her retina was located when she was looking straight forward. From there, they went up for half their length at a moderate angle and then turned and ran downwards at an even gentler angle for the other half of their length, extending slightly beyond the outer corners of her eyes. They were the widest spaced eyebrows Ed has even seen, but, surprisingly, it did not look freakish at all. Sure, there was something odd about it when you looked at Mary’s face, but a less perceptive person might not notice it at all. Although they now looked as if somewhat too small and thin for her full face, turning even more attention to its roundness and fatness. What seemed to attack a beholder’s eye more was the height they were at, about a centimetre higher than they used to be, giving Mary a permanently surprised look and when she did try to raise her eyebrows they did not go up much further, because the muscles could not move her skin at that height that much. Obviously, this made frowning practically impossible either, especially with such a huge spacing between the eyebrows. It was no wonder she looked enthusiastic - she now had enthusiasm painted on her face, so to speak. Her eyebrows were utterly unnatural, but managed to stay within the limits of what would not be considered ridiculous. Just very unfashionable from contemporary perspective and very artificial. 

“Well?” she demanded, noticing that suddenly neither Tom nor Ed had anything to say.

“They are very cute,” Tom finally said, honestly, although that honest approval earned him a frown from Monica, who was still capable of giving one and was now standing behind Mary.

“You look gorgeous,” Ed followed. “Like a movie star. They work perfectly with your beautiful face.”

She came closer to him and sat her big naked butt on his lap. Immediately after, she felt something hard poking her from under.

“Well, now I’m sure,” she said and reached her hand down to stroke the source of hardness she felt protruding from Ed’s lap.

“Hey, no warm-ups in advance!” said Monica and took the timer from the table where Ed left it. “When I think about it, I guess I already made it easier enough for you two by giving her those ‘cutesy browsies’.”

Mary giggled and slid herself down to the ground, and Ed stood up, positioning himself in such a way as to make his shaft fully available to Mary’s mouth. Meanwhile, Tom reached for the laser device and handed it to him, after which he joined his wife who sat herself on the procedure table. Monica reset the timer.

“Well, lovebugs, I remind you you that it’s eight minutes thirty nine seconds that you have to beat. Get ready,” she said and Mary opened her mouth with her lips pouted, which made her look like a sex doll. She closed her eyes and felt Ed’s hand brush her bangs off her forehead, backwards. “Three, two, one, go!”

Ed slid himself into her open mouth and aimed the pistol at one of her sideburn, which, in spite of having already been worked on before, were now at least twice as wide as those of Monica. He pushed himself deep into her mouth between impulses and slid out when the pistol emitted its hair death rays. Then in and out again, keeping the rhythm. He was hard already when he was entering her lips, but now Mary felt him stiffening further. She imagined that this would go quick, seeing how excited he was.

Four minutes later it was already clear, that it was not going to be so simple, in spite of many using all of her tricks, including taking him so deep that her lips held the base of his shaft. Meanwhile, Ed did two passes along Mary’s hairline and the look of her forehead was almost catching up with that of Monica. It made her a little anxious, but, again, it was a kind of anxiety that fueled the fire of her arousal. She decided to face the music and instead of worrying that she might end up with a huge bald forehead, she decided that she can always tell Ed to just make her completely hairless with the sole exception of eyelashes, just like he mentioned. Plus, that way she could suck his cock for much, much longer, she thought and smiled to herself. She, or rather they, would lose the bet though, but she could honestly imagine very little that she would not do with Ed now, so Monica would have to be really evil to devise something that would make her uncomfortable. And while she felt as if there were some bitchy vibes from her currently, no idea why, she was quite sure that there was a line that Monica would not cross. With that conclusion, Mary moved back to imagining the ‘worst case scenario’. She imagined Ed finally cumming in her mouth and then the touch of his finger on her bare scalp. Or maybe he would make her smooth first, take her bald head in his hands and mouthfuck her hard… Oh yes, she thought. If it was her who was now pleasured and had to climax, she would have already won. She felt she was getting seriously wet inside. Ed finished the third pass and while Mary’s originally oval face made her look less like a fat Christina Ricci lookalike, she could now definitely start challenging Tyra Banks in terms of free real estate over eyebrows. Ed was working methodically and her forehead was growing not only vertically, but also horizontally, as it encroached further onto her temples. Her whole frontal hairline was now a softly three-dimensionally rounded arc, without any bends. When viewed from the side, it rose upwards from her sideburns like a parabola running towards its tip at the upper forehead, while from the front it looked like an almost-perfect semi-circle. And with every subsequent pass of the laser the circle stayed more or less the same, just moved higher, while the parabola rose steeper. After seeing the previous effects, she knew that if that continued for much too long, she’d end up with a forehead resembling that of medieval noblewomen from historical paintings, with the hairline running almost vertically from her sideburns to the other side of her head. Fortunately, that was still far from happening, but with Ed showing no signs of being willing to release his juices, it did loom on the horizon.

“Aaand six minutes have passed. You two better get on with it if you want to win,” said Tom, amused.

Mary heard him but she had no idea what to do. She was taking Ed full in, his whole dick kept disappearing time and time again in her mouth and she made sure that the trip was not boring, using her tongue and lips to spice things up. It was also hard to imagine him getting harder, so she was definitely doing things the right way. She tried doing it faster, then slower, but with little luck.

“Eight minutes,” she heard Tom say. “Last chance to be the winner.”

She realised that Ed was also doing his best, she felt him thrust harder, slow down, speed up, they both understood the situation and both tried to make it work, but all of it could not change the fact of Ed apparently being a slow burner. In normal circumstances it would be a very good thing, but now it was approximating them to the whims of Monica and Tom and, if Ed turned out to be a very slow burner, to Mary receiving a mega-forehead and, in consequence, completely bald smooth scalp. Tom was doing the fourth pass and the parabola was growing steeper, with her forehead becoming an increasingly dominant part of her face. She wondered which pass would be the pass of no return, making the rest of her hairstyles in life rely on the assortment of wig shops.

“Eight minutes, thirty seconds… Nine, eight, seven…” Tom started counting down to the point where Monica could start devising the dares. Mary could not see it, but Monica was now grinning, her eyes fixed on the timer. “...six, five, four…” Mary heard, making the last attempt at blowing Ed faster, harder and deeper. “...three, two, one…”.

Nothing happened. Nothing other than what was happening for the last eight minutes and forty seconds. Ed slowed down for a moment, as if to regain some strength to at least reach the finish line.

“Sorry, Mary… I thought… that this was going... to be easier…” he said, panting. “I’ve been close to the edge for the last three minutes at least… but I can’t reach it…”

Mary kept going, giving him a few squeezes with her lips to confirm it was ok. She thought it would be stupid to complain that a guy is a long-distance runner. Even if it was going to make her bald. He was now doing the fifth pass. She decided to accept it. She was going to be fat and bald. She imagined herself standing in front of the mirror. Big fat woman with a shiny head, fat cellulite-covered thighs, cankles, big saggy boobs over a set of hanging belly rolls. She imagined her fat neck and nape, all uncovered, her new peculiar eyebrows on her fat double-chinned moon-face. She was terrified and aroused because of this inevitability, and now wetter than the Amazon during torrential rains. She felt him ending the fifth pass, the laser working near the sideburn on the side opposite to the one he started with. She was thinking of releasing his cock and telling him to just take it all off forever, as long as he intended to keep holding her bald fat nape every next time she would blow him. She would tell him to cum into whatever remained of her hair, rub it in and then take it all off, so that next time he could do it onto her smooth scalp. And then feed her, feed her pizza, one, two, ten… Make her his fat gluttonous bald piggy. And then thrust his dick into her bald pussy, cum himself dry and feed her again until being ready to fuck her again as well. The thrill of this vision made her so aroused that she felt she would have done anything for it to become reality now and her hair seemed a little and necessary price to pay. She grabbed his hand holding the laser device and tried to push it further back. To her surprise, he resisted and she was only able to push it a few millimetres in. She pushed stronger and tightened her mouth on his shaft out of excitement, so hard that she was squeezing it as it went in and out. Mary put her whole strength into making the laser cut deep into her crown hair so that there would be no return, but she did not manage to pull it any further than a single pass. And then it happened. Ed shot into her mouth, the second man to ever do so. She tasted him and felt satisfaction. She felt the shudder that went through him, the merciful release of what was brewing inside for a long time, while she toned her movements down gently and licked him off clean. His resistance softened and Mary took advantage of this to complete her plan and aim the laser further up her crown. When it happened and she knew that she burnt the last bridge, she felt a rush of pleasure, starting down inside her and the taking over her body. She moaned, feeling pleasure engulf her and send her towards oblivion. For a moment, there was no Mary. No Mary at all.
 

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CHAPTER 36 - Where Mary experiences a few surprises

She opened her eyes and saw blurry image of nothing specific. He heart was still racing. She blinked a few times. The image got clearer. The ceiling, with a couple lamps.

“Mary?” she heard Ed’s voice. “Are you ok?”

She realised her mouth was open and that still felt Ed inside it. She closed it and swallowed. Meanwhile, he gave her a hand. She reach for it and soon she was standing up again, although she felt as if her legs were made of cotton.

“I… I am ok, yeah. Wow.”

“Uh-huh,” said Tom, sitting on the table with Monica. “That deserved a ‘wow’.”

“What happened?” Monica asked her, a mix of curiousness and concern in her voice.

“I think I orgasmed. Like, out of thin air. I heard that this can happen, but…”

“Never happened to me for sure,” Monica told her. “But judging by the way it shook you it must have been overwhelming.”

“Yeah…” Mary confirmed slowly. She looked at Ed. He was still holding the laser device. She recalled everything, or at least the majority of what happened. With her arousal temporarily at bay, this recollection was now making her anxious. She raised her hand towards her forehead, assessing the damage, he noticed her big forehead but she immediately started checking further back, to see how much damage she caused to herself. But she could not find anything.

“I took the finger off the trigger,” Ed told her and she did not understand at first.

“What?”

“The finger. I stopped activating the laser the moment I came. I was afraid I might lose control of it and point it at someone where I should not. I’m not sure what you wanted to do, but although I might need to do one more cleanup pass, that’s about it. You still have most of your hair intact,” he explained.

This time Mary understood and her relief was almost palpable. Tipsy as she still was, when she recalled her thoughts right before the finish he was shocked. She could not imagine herself thinkin that for real. And yet, it was exactly what she did.

“So, do you want me to make the finishing touches?” Ed suggested.

“Yes,” she nodded after a moment. “Just please, be careful.”

He looked at her puzzled. She just wanted him to ruin her hair forever and now she was asking him to be careful. “Sure,” he said. “Close your eyes and give me a minute.”

She obeyed. Once again she felt the warmth and occasional sting of the laser working. She was hoping it was not too much, that she will still look decent enough not to have to resort to ultimate measures. Tom and Monica left them alone for a while and gone somewhere. In the silence that appeared, she started reflecting upon what happened. How could I be so reckless, she thought. And immediately, she realised how stupid a question that was in the context of this day. Either the alcohol was wearing off or the recent experience provided her with more clarity. And this clarity was now stinging at her conscience. The blaze of the burning bridges was hurting her eyes. She tried not to reflect on it, focusing more on what she is going to see when she takes a look in the mirror. The fact that Dan was returning in 3 days to find his fiancee a different woman, both in look and in mind, was staying in the back of her mind and if it could stare, it would have stared coldly. 

“Pass me a bottle of wine when you finish,” she told Ed, deciding that she wanted the presence gone, or at least hidden deeper.

“Sure thing…” he said, being close to finishing. “But are you going to be ok? I don’t want you to feel sick.”

“I’ll be ok,” she said, “but I guess you could bring me something to eat too, to be safe.” There was actually another thing that returned now that her arousal has cooled down - hunger. It seemed to disappear while her focus was elsewhere, but now it was back with full force. She saw no reason to hide it, especially from Ed. “I’m starving.”

“Well, that’s good. I was almost afraid that you wouldn’t ask for another pizza for the rest of the evening, and we still have plenty of them left,” he said enthusiastically.

“Hey, I know I changed a bit recently but not THAT much,” she joked, trying to relax again and fall into the right mood.“

“Glad to hear that,” he said and immediately added: “There, it’s done. Check it out while I bring some pizza and wine.”

He went to do as he said, while she approached the mirror. She brushed her hair upwards and gasped upon seeing her new hairline. After six passes that Ed did, five during the blowjob and the one she forced with her arousal-fueled madness, her forehead was really big. Not ridiculously big maybe, but now it was a feature that no one could ignore when looking at her. So was the bareness of her temples and the immaculate and quite steep parabola running  upwards from her sideburns and the roundness characterising the whole framing of her face. There was something regal about it, and if it was not for the permanently surprised look that the new eyebrows gave her, she would probably look somewhat scholarly. She looked sophisticated indeed, as well as artificial. But most of all, with her forehead and face now all widened, she looked almost as moon-faced as Monica, especially with her bangs down. It was also clear, that if she kept gaining, her growing double chin and increasingly chubby cheeks might even give Mary the lead in terms of that. She realised she would now be quite difficult to recognize. She wondered if Dan would recognise her at all.

“Here you go,” said Ed, bringing her a bottle of red wine and two large boxes with pizza. Mary took a large gulp first and went for a pizza slice immediately, trying to banish the thoughts that wanted to take over her mind. “So, what do you think?”

“It’s alright,” she said, smiling. It was honest, especially when she compared it to what she would have do herself with his hands. “But I can hardly believe that this is me in the mirror.”

“You changed a lot,” Ed admitted and Mary was unsure how wide a meaning he had in mind. “But I want you to know that this only made me want you more.”

Mary nodded, smiling. She knew he would say that. She was also wondering how he would react if her mad idea came to fruition in whole. Would it make him even more enthralled with her? Or would it turn out too freaky in the long run? Maybe it’s good that I won’t know it, she thought.

The door opened and Monica came in, dressed in a fake leather mini and a tight low-cut white sweater. She wore platform heels and had low-density black stockings on. She looked business, and definitely more contemporary than at the beginning of the day. Her look was complemented with some eyeliner and glossy fuchsia lipstick. Tom followed right behind her, in jeans, a casual black navy jacket and a white t-shirt under it. Ed looked at them and suddenly felt a bit out of sync with the dress code. So did Mary.

“I didn’t realise we were supposed to get dressed,” said Ed, with a bit of reproach.

“That’s because you were not. Not yet, anyway,” said Monica, smiling. “You lost the contest, remember?”

“Ah, true,” he agreed. “So are we going to stand naked while you are are dressed? Is that your first task for us?”

“Well, no,” Tom spoke and turned to Mary. “I’d like to invite Mary into the chair, we still need to give her a nice new hairdo.”

Ed’s face brightened up. “Oh, right, we were supposed to do that… I haven’t given it as much thought as needed, I think, with all of this happening, but…”

“No need, you won’t be choosing it,” Monica told him, to his utmost surprise.

“He won’t?” Mary asked, also surprised and sounding a little disappointed. Ed’s face was showing that he was more than just a little disappointed.

“I will, actually,” Monica said cheerfully. “But don’t worry, I’m pretty sure Ed won’t be complaining.”

“Really?” Ed asked. “What makes you so sure?”

“You’ll see,” she answered him mysteriously. “Anyway, that’s the task number 1. Mary gets a hairdo of our choosing. Deal?”

Mary considered it for a second, but although she was a bit disappointed that Ed won’t be choosing the look, she knew that a deal is a deal. “I’m ok with it,” she said.

“Well, so am I, then,” Ed concurred. Tom turned to chair toward Mary and invited her to sit. She complied. “So can I… can we get dressed?” Ed asked.

“Not yet. I decided that Mary deserves some fun too. Why should the men have all the fun for themselves? Am I right, Mary?” Monica turned to Mary and asked.

“I… guess so,” Mary answered, puzzled. “What fun do you have in mind?”

“Well, sit comfortably and spread your legs, ok?” Monica told her. “Don’t be afraid, you’ll like it.”

Mary did as instructed. When she was seated, Monica approached Ed and led him in front of the chair Mary was sitting in. “Now, Ed, I hope you won’t feel offended if I tell you to kneel in front of your new goddess and pleasure her until she is ready. And without going into details, I’d just like you to know that it is in your best interest to keep her fire burning, but not too fast. I think it should be easier now that she has already climaxed once.”

Ed listened to that, surprised but not at all discouraged. “Ok, then,” he said. He kneeled and dove between Mary’s legs, finding her hairless pussy quickly.”

“Put your legs on his shoulders, Mary,” Monica told her. Mary complied. “And you Ed, hold her butt, passionately.” Ed gave her a puzzled look, but complied as well. They were now joined, with him holding her by her soft ample butt and her clamping him in place with her soft thighs. Mary felt him lick his lips, His tongue touched her down there as well. Ed’s forehead dug into her lowest belly roll. Tom took a cape and put it around Mary’s neck, fastening it in the back. Only the legs peeked out from underneath it, Ed’s as well as Mary’s. “Well, Ed, you can start the task number two.” A moment later Mary’s breath sped up and so did her pulse. She might have climaxed not long ago, but she was ready enough for more pleasure. She started moaning silently. “Just don’t overdo it, Ed,” Monica told him. “We need Mary sitting still.” A muffled ‘uh-hum’ came from under the cape. “Good, be nice to her.”

As seconds passed, Mary’s mind was once again flooded with arousal. And with it, the wild thoughts came back. No second-guessing, no regrets, no anxiety. Monica asked her if she wants some pizza. Mary nodded impatiently and made her mouth available for feeding. Meanwhile, Tom was working on her freshly bleached hair. She was half-aware of it at best, maybe less, but he was winding her hair onto small rollers or, to be precise, small perm rods. Hidden under the cape, Ed was even less informed. Tom was doing his job methodically, while Monica fed pizza to the semi-conscious Mary, enriching it with an occasional gulp of wine to wash it down. Soon every hair of Mary that grew more than one and a half inch above her ears was wound onto the perm rods, giving Mary a crownful of them. The hair below that line was left loose. Tom applied the perming solution. It had a terrible smell, but Mary was too high on Ed’s tongue eating her out to care. She moaned with her mouth full of pizza. Monica already fed her two and had to go for two more from Ed’s supply. Mary also drank half a bottle of wine, which Monica deemed the limit, so she switched to Coke. It was flat, but it was for the better, since Mary would definitely prefer being full with pizza to being full with gas, if she could make a choice. Tom left the solution to do its job and took something from the side. Even Ed realised what it was, when after a short click was filled with the already familiar hum of clippers. Mary heard it too, but she barely registered it. Waves of pleasure combined with the fresh dose of alcohol made sure her mind was elsewhere. And it seemed as if the sound of clippers motivated Ed to go more intense on her, as her moans got quicker and stronger.

“I think Ed’s enjoying it already,” Tom commented, grinning. “Well, I have good news Ed, those clippers are now going to have a meal,” he added and placed the clippers at the base of Mary’s nape. The cold vibrating metal must have made an impact, because Mary opened her eyes wide, keeping on moaning. Monica silenced her with another slice of pizza soon enough, while Tom moved the clippers upwards, high up, to the line where Mary’s shortish hair was now wound on the rods. Mary kept moaning, albeit muffled, with her mouth full of pizza. “You might want to know, Ed, that I have not put any guard onto the clippers,” said Tom, enthusiastic. Indeed, the strip created by the first move of clippers on Mary’s nape had only a velvety stubble left. Tom made another move and the strip grew to the left. And one more, to the right. Mary’s moans were getting more intense, which Ed definitely had something to do with. Tom continued buzzing, up and down, until Mary’s whole nape was almost devoid of anything but stubble. He made a few more passes to remove any potential leftovers and then started doing the sides. The narrow sideburns that Mary retained after the lasering almost disappeared, leaving only thin strips of stubble and the hair over her ears got buzzed up to the rod-line exactly the same as on the nape. “Wow, Ed, you’d definitely want to see this… Mary is so buzzed that with her white hair it almost looks as if she was shaved to the skin. I’m pretty sure you will enjoy it!” he informed his friend and Mary’s moaning got even more hasty and loud.

“Shaved to the skin… You’d like that Ed, wouldn’t you?” asked Monica, taking her turn at teasing him. “Well, lasering Mary off that high might be a bit harsh, but an innocent lather shave… That’d be something acceptable, right?

“You want me to bring the razor?” Tom asked, grinning.

“I don’t know…” said Monica, with artificial hesitation. “Maybe we should ask Mary!” she exclaimed and turned towards her. “What do you think, girl? Are you up for us balding you up to those white curls you will be getting?”

“Yes… Ohhhh…. Yes…” Mary answered impatiently, clearly focusing her ecstatic tipsy thoughts elsewhere. Monica was not even sure if Mary heard her. Ed clearly started doing overtime between her legs and she looked and sounded very close to climaxing.

“Well, Ed seems to want it too, so I guess we have all of votes on yes… Are you ready Tom?” she asked, feeding Mary another slice. The more excited she was, the more efficiently the slices disappeared, it seemed.

“Oh yeah,” he said and spread some gel foam on Mary’s nape, and then some more on the sides, covering all of the stubble under the hair wound on rods. Soon it was done and a razor appeared in his hand. “Monica, hold her down a little, we don’t want a single cut on that lovely plump nape!” he told his wife and she gently held Mary by her shoulder and chin so that nothing she or Ed did would cause any hazardous movement. Tom placed the razor at the bottom of Mary’s nape, same as clippers, and started moving them up, shaving her against the grain, as smooth as possible. Mary was barely conscious of what was happening around her and even though the feeling was completely new and alien, she barely registered it. 

Monica giggled and gestured towards Tom, asking him to switch places. She grabbed the razor he passed her and she rode it up Mary’s side, removing the last traces of her left sideburn, and then she proceeded to shave her side smooth up to the rods, and then the nape, to connect with the bald strip Tom made. She was clearly enjoying herself.

“You’re going to love this, Ed, your cute fat lover is getting slippery smooth all below that crown of white curl’s she is going to get…” Tom said towards Ed, hidden under the cape and working his tongue magic between Mary’s thighs. “Now, the better you work the more eager she eats, so you might want to continue while I stuff her with those two pizzas I have handy and Monica makes her alluringly bald all around below the curls.”

Ed did not have to be told twice. He intensified his cunnilingual activities while Tom started feeding Mary at increased pace. She seemed happy to comply, maybe because eating distracted her a little from the waves of please that Ed was sending towards her brain from down below. Meanwhile, Monica shaved the other side and made sure that there was not a single hair left below the rod-wound hair.

“Done!” she exclaimed and stroked Mary’s bald nape with her fingers. “Oh. My. God. It’s so smooth!” she added, partially out of sheer excitement and partially to tease Ed further. It definitely worked, since Mary started moaning and her breathing accelerated.

“Say, chap, if you think we’re all good here, just send our plump princess here up the small heavens and I can start finishing the perm,” said Tom, in approximate direction where Ed’s head was supposed to be located. “That is, unless you want us to play with her a little more while you two keep having fun,” he chuckled. He waited for twenty or so seconds, but Mary’s hastened breath and moans did not seem to change.

“I guess we have some more time to play then!” Monica exclaimed, surprising Tom, who was going to wait a little longer for a sign of any sort. “Will the perm be ok, though?”

“It’s not going to get any less curlier, I’d say. Might cause more damage but it’s not like her hair isn’t seriously fried already,” he shrugged. “Any ideas, though? I start running out of them, to be honest.”

“Well I have that lip job equipment I ordered…” Monica said, with a rather devilish grin. Tom looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

“You really want her to be a guinea pig for all you new equipment?” he asked, clearly more amused than critical.

“Why not, if she’s so eager to please. Plus, I’m pretty sure Ed here will appreciate those pouty lips closing on his cock,” she said and chuckled naughtily. “Right, Ed?” Ed obviously did not answer, but Mary sort of did it in his stead, letting out a loud moan.

“Just don’t overdo it, Monica, because I know you’re in almost too playful a mood now,” Tom said, this time a little critically. “Don’t make her look ridiculous. She’s already going to attract gazes.”

Monica nodded. “That she will,” she said, appraising Mary’s new look, perm rods still in her hair. “Don’t worry, I know the difference between slightly embarrassing and ridiculous. I’ll make sure she only has the former, and only until the swelling subsides,” she said with a tone as if she was making a solemn promise.

“Fair enough I suppose. Any particular reference?”

“I was thinking Angelina…” said Monica, her index finger touching the upper of her chins.

Tom made a sour face. “Please, be more original. Plus, I’m pretty sure Ed would not be that enthusiastic about this option.”

“You are pretty sure? I wonder how.”

“Men talk,” Tom said, cutting the topic off.

“I’m sure they do,” Monica said, nodding with a half-smile. “How about... Ugh, I don’t know. Jessica Alba?”

Tom nodded with approval. “Yeah, that one she can pull off easily, especially with her doe eyes,” he said and Mary let out a loud moan again, or rather a combo of three, but quite continuous. “See? I’d count this towards Ed’s enthusiasm.”

Monica laughed. “Jessica Alba it is then. But obviously that’s going to be the final effect after a couple of days. Today they will definitely have a porn look too them. And I suppose tomorrow and the day after tomorrow too, at the very least,” she noted referring to the inbound flight being of great interest to Mary.

Tom shrugged. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing if I was seeing you for the first time after a longer while, so I guess her guy won’t be complaining.”

“Are you sure you know who her guy is now?” Monica asked him, words dripping with irony.

“I guess we’ll see,” he nodded in semi-agreement to her observation. “Ok, take the equipment, I’ll make sure she remains still.”
 

[scissortooth]

CHAPTER 37 - Where Mary’s all plump, poofy and squishy.

Tom stood behind the moaning and panting Mary. He gently put his palms on the sides of her head, so that his thumbs were resting on her bald nape and his index and middle finger on the shaved part of her temples, the ends digging a little into her chubby cheeks. The remaining two fingers of each hand were partially covering her ears. He placed them gently but now held her firmly and she did not seem to oppose it. To be safe, he also rested his chin on top of her head, touching the perm rods. Meanwhile, Monica took a bit of numbing cream on her finger and spread it on Mary’s lips. In her current state she did not even notice and thanks to it she would most likely not even feel the pricks of the thin injection needle.

“Just do it reasonably quick, please,” Tom said. “I’m used to the smell of perm, but from this distance it’s giving me a headache…”

“I’ll do my best,” she said and produced the syringe. She gave Tom a sign to be particularly watchful and started pricking Mary’s lips. Normally, the procedure could be done in such a way as to minimise swelling to last for 24 hours only, but Monica purposefully did it in a way, that would keep the swell for up to a week. Also, while she used a popular hyaluronic acid filler, one providing the most natural effect, she employed a new formula that provided extra stimulation of hyaluronic acid production in lips (some of which is a standard and usually welcome side effect of HA injections), making the effect last permanently with a very slight decrease in size after a year or so. It was a premium grade formula and the price for it, as well as the less reversible effect, discouraged the majority of clients. Mary, however, was receiving it for free. Monica smiled at this fact. She was doing her a sort of favour, but at the same time she was doing it for Mary to look more like what Monica considered her to be. She was still surprised how easy it was for Mary to just ditch her old life just to get some extra immediate pleasure and thrill, and the wine she drunk exposed that conservative side of her strongly. The fact that she semi-consciously made Monica get a fivehead did not help either. She liked Mary. But she was a slut and she deserved to look as much as one as possible. According to Monica’s standards, anyway.

As expected, Mary basically ignored the pricks and Tom held her head secure enough to avoid even the smallest accident. It took a while but Monica finally finished her job. The swell was already setting in and while the effect was at the level of Jessica Alba’s lips when Monica was doing the finishing microinjections, now they were definitely porn-grade. Not ridiculous but clearly unnatural with increased pout. The only thing that somewhat countered and balanced it was their proportion to Mary’s rounded, plumped up face. Monica was almost putting the syringe away when she noticed it. She stopped, bit her lower lip, and glanced at Tom. He was holding Mary’s head, but his thumbs were gently rubbing her bald nape. And his eyes were fixed on her big sagging breasts below. That was all that Monica needed. She moved the syringe in again and did a few more microinjections. No, you won’t look ridiculous, she thought, and after a year you will have your Jessica Alba lips for the rest of your life and enjoy them, but when your beau comes back to you in a couple of days he will see what you really are. And for a year he will have a nice enough reminder. She retracted the syringe. Mary’s lips have swollen some more and had that typical pout associated with lip jobs. They were still not at the point of ridiculousness but they definitely crossed the point of trashiness. Monica smiled, knowing that they would not shrink much within the next few days and then they would go back to that slightly trashy look that would only fade away within a year, and even then they would be at best called “Jessica Alba plus”. Satisfied with herself, she stood up and looked at Tom. He looked back and met her somewhat chilly stare.

“Yes, Tom, you can stop staring at her boobs and let her go. I’m done,” she told him. Tom opened his mouth but definitely could not find any right words so he just closed it back. Mary’s was behaving as if she did not notice anything, still moaning and panting, sounding more and more exhausted after prolonged pleasuring. Tom glanced at Mary’s lips and opened his eyes wider.

“Wow. I’m pretty sure it’s not exactly what we’ve mentioned before…” he commented.

“It will be, in the end. As in, maybe in a year,” she informed him. “With only a tiny extra.”

Tom nodded his head slowly. “In a year. A tiny extra. Wow.” Now, she shook his head. “And all of this because i dozed off starting at her tits. Couldn’t you just kick me in the balls?”

“What, you are now so sympathetic towards her? It’s not like she wouldn’t want this if you told her she’s now going to suck Ed’s cock with double fun for at least one party involved!” she exclaimed.

Tom took a deep breath in. “Listen,” he started gently, trying to calm Monica down, “I know you are upset about this whole laser and blowjob thing, but it was not her fault. It was everyone’s fault. We drank too much, got carried away… And for the major part we enjoyed it, you too. Heck, Mary sure did, not to mention Ed. But you knew that she might get back to her old life after all of this is over, and now....”

“It won’t be over. It fucking can’t! Speaking of which, the only thing they haven’t done yet is fucking! I mean, he fattened her up, he basically got in charge of how she looks, and now she saw her naked, touched her, got his cock sucked and now he’s licking her pussy!” she exclaimed again, very far from being calmed down. “You know that I’m not Ed’s biggest fan, but if he brewed that beer, he now has to drink it. And I’m really willing to oblige him. But when I think of her fiance coming back the day after tomorrow....” she stopped, bit her lips and shook her head. “You can call me a self-righteous cunt all you like, but I think she shouldn’t be allowed to cover this up! It’s wrong!”

Tom took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. “Geez, Monnie… I get that, but it should be her OWN decision. I mean, ever since she got here she’s been first tipsy and then downright drunk. Not to mention that she is basically a food addict now. She was going to have a lot to process once her completely sounds mind gets back and from what I’ve seen and heard from Ed I’m pretty sure she is not the kind of girl who could live normally hiding this. Heck, how do you think she was going to explain all of this?”

Monica opened her mouth, still angry, but she didn’t say a word. She looked at Mary, then at her hair, her lips… and her hair again.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “Weren’t you supposed to deactivate that perming solution by now?”

Tom looked at the perm rods on Mary’s head and went to get the deactivating liquid quickly. He took a towel and started squirting it all over the rods generously, using the towel to make sure none of the liquid reaches Mary’s face, especially eyes. Meanwhile, Monica calmed down and was now looking at Mary with a mix of concern and guilt. She realised that the alcohol and the forced change she went through made her do something she now knew she would regret. 

“You are right. I went too far…” she told Tom, working to piece the chemical structure of Mary’s hair together.

“Too late to fix it now…” he said, focusing on his task, and for a moment Monica was unsure whether he referred to Mary’s hair or Mary’s lips.

“How is her hair?” she asked.

“I don’t know… We’ll see. It should be ok, we basically went above the normal time consciously but then there was this extra time that the injections took and then us quarreling… But it wasn’t very long. Still, after bleaching and leaving it now for so long… I’d say it’s going to look quite damaged after a week at most. I can use Oilflex, boost the surface condition a little… But sooner or later it’s going to show.”

Monica knew what he meant. She overprocessed her hair once in late high school and it got so frizzy and damaged that it was looking like very dry hay and was not much more resilient. She went very short then. Very very short. Ironically, it’s how she got noticed by Tom back then. A curvy girl with a buzzed head was not a common sight.

“She might just have to clipper it all off at some point,” Tom said, as if in tune with Monica’s thoughts. And suddenly Mary let out a couple of high pitched moans and flailed her chubby fingers squeezed the armchair’s arms. And then she let out a loud cry and basically fell into the chair powerless, exhausted, panting. She was breathing heavily and very slowly returning to normal. Ed lifted the cape and stood up. His whole face was wet.

“It took a while,” he said, taking a paper towel to wipe Mary’s juices off his face. “I heard your conversation, you know.”

Monica looked away, her face blushed. Tom looked at Ed and brought the basin to take the rods off Mary’s hair and rinse it. He said nothing as well.

“You were right,” he said, looking at Monica. “I should drink the beer I’ve brewed.”

She looked at him, and he noticed her eyes were wet. “What do you mean by that?” she asked him, but in a somewhat surprised gentle tone.

“Well, I let it all happen and I wanted it to happen, to be honest. Even when I heard what you’re doing to Mary’s lips. I… I wanted her to look in a way that Dan, her fiance, that is, would find unacceptable. It’s on me Monica, don’t lose sleep over it. I could come out from under the cape earlier. I heard it all. But I liked it. I was only anxious that you’d truly overdo it, but... “ he stopped, and looked at Mary’s chubby and currently blissful face. “Well, I guess if they come back to more normal size in a year, and a manageable one in a week or so, I guess that’s not the end of the world.”

“I wonder what she’s going to say about that once she returns from outer space back to Earth,” said Tom. “Or about this.”

Both Ed and Monica approached the basin, where Tom was slowly unwinding Mary’s hair from the rods. She was slowly opening her eyes, exhausted, trying to anchor herself to reality once again. Three rods were already lying free in the basin and they could see the job they did together with the perming solution. The unbound strands of Mary’s hair were coiled tight, close to her head. As he was slowly removing the next rods, her head turned from a rod farm to a mop of tight coils. Below which there was her pale naked skin, temporarily hairless. And since the curls were so close to the head, they did little to hide her new hairline, exposing her high forehead in full.

“Wow… That looks… severe,” said Ed, but judging from his excited tone, it was actually a compliment.

“I don’t think she’s ever going to look again like the girl she was when we first met her,” Monica added, in a reflective tone and looking a little concerned. The talk she had with Tom clearly made her see things differently.

Tom finally released all of Mary’s hair and started rinsing it. He applied some more neutraliser and then rinsed again. He took a towel and started absorbing dampness out of her freshly permed hair. Ed and Monica were observing this with interest, especially Ed, while Mary seemed to still be knocked out and not caring much for the world around her. Tom plugged the hair dryer with a diffuser in, but it was not before he turned it on that Mary started to come back to full consciousness, albeit still quite tipsy.

“Uhhhh…” she groaned, feeling a little groggy. “Are… are we done?” she asked, confused, and then immediately noticed: “My lips feel strange.”

“They are a little bit swollen,” Ed explained immediately, although Monica was in the middle of opening her mouth to speak too. Meanwhile, Tom started blowing warm air through her hair, using his fingers to loosen up somewhat the tight coils that formed.

“Oh… swollen?” Mary asked and she licked her lips. She stuck out her tongue, as if trying to assess the swelling. “But… what happened?”

Again, Monica was going to say something, but Ed gestured her to stand down and said:

“Well, I decided that with you having bigger and more exciting everything, you could also try some boost to your already sexy lips,” the told her, smiling gently. “They are still a little swollen from injections but soon enough they will look wonderful.”

Mary looked at him and blinked. It surprised her and he could see that some anxiety was showing through her tipsy enthusiasm, as she kept on licking her swollen lips. “They feel big. Really big.”

“Just swollen, honey, they will be bigger but not as much as now,” he tried to calm her down. And it seemed he was successful for the moment.

“I trust you,” she said and smiled back, although faintly, because it made her feel her large lips again. Soon after, she became fully aware that Tom is drying her hair and looked at Ed once again with a mix of excitement and anxiety. “And… my hair is now done? It feels different.”

“It looks different too, but really hot. You’ll see in a moment,” Ed reassured her. Mary slipped her hand out from under the cape to reach her nape. When her fingers touched her bare skin, she made the skip to the sides and up and down a bit, trying to feel the hair. She finally stroked her nape down and then back up, and the lack of any friction shocked her. 

“Oh my god….” she uttered.

“You look extraordinary,” he agreed. “But I can’t take my eyes off you. I can’t wait for Tom to finish styling so I can see the whole beautiful new you.”

Mary smiled to him, appreciating his appreciation. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel anxious feeling how high she was shaved and that it was done on the sides too. “This is not permanent, is it? It’s so smooth… Like my forehead.”

“No, not permanent. Just shaved very close, to be nice and smooth,” he explained.

“Was it your idea?” she asked him.

“Well… Technically yes. I mean, Tom did not ask me directly but he knew I’d love to see something like this on you.”

“Oh, ok. Well, hair grows back. Most of it,” she said, touching her enlarged forehead and more-than-usually-exposed temples. She was slowly starting to realise that while she could reverse some of changes, some would be very difficult to reverse, if possible at all.

Tom switched the hair dryer off. He took a comb and teased her hair a good bit, to stop it from coiling back so tight, and then applied some mousse and used a healthy dose of hairspray. A small halo of coils turned into a larger halo of white curly hair, even whiter now as it gained some volume and space for hair to let through some light. It had some visible frizz to it now that it was dry, but it was to be expected after bleach and bleach and perm added to the mix. At least hairspray provided some healthy shine to it. Tom made a few finishing touches and Mary was ready, at least hair-wise.

“There you go, lady Mary,” he said, smiling. “It’s a strong look but you pull it off like nobody’s business.”

“Do you want to see it already?” Ed asked her. “Or do you want Monica to give you some makeup first?”

“I, uh…” Mary took a moment to consider this. She was beginning to realise consciously just how far she went with that ‘little’ makeover and was actually a little anxious about seeing her new self in full. “I think maybe after makeup,” she decided, wanting to reduce the shock.

Monica, who was standing on the side with a somewhat troubled expression, understood that it was time for her to step in and do what she did best. She wheeled in a small make-up cart, sat on a high stool next to Mary and asked her to turn her face towards her. “So, what are we doing?”

Mary was almost opening her lips, but she realised she has little idea what would be fitting. She turned her big eyes towards Ed, asking for support. Seeing this, Ed smiled, considered it for a few seconds, and turned to Monica, who was now looking at him too.

“Here’s what I’d ask you to do for Mary…” he said and started the litany. As he enumerated the wishes, Mary’s eyes went wide with surprise, with a touch of anxiety, but also a glimmer of excitement. Excitement that she already felt before, when she was leaving home that day.

Monica sighed slightly. “It will take a while,” she informed him. “But obviously we have time.”

“We do,” Ed agreed. “Are you ok with all of it, Mary?” he turned to his muse.

“I think I am…” she said, her voice betraying a mixed bag of emotions. “No one will recognise me,” she added after a moment.

Ed smiled. “Probably not. Which provides some interesting possibilities,” he said and went to the other room to join Tom, leaving Mary in Monica’s care.

“Let’s do it then,” she said to Monica, who reached to the cart to start working.