Hello All,
I'm a new member, and I like to write weight gain stories. I posted several installments of my new story, "The Company", on Curvage, but some members told me I posted in the wrong place. So, I'm reposting this in the Stories Forum, and hopefully you will all like it. I have other weight gain ebooks available on Amazon. Just search for Janno Jones. Thank you! Hope you like this.
Janno
The Company
Albert Branson was in love with his new bride Liana. He loved her chestnut brown hair, her milky skin, her full lips, her shy smile. Most of all, however, he loved her trim little figure. She was a very shy, modest girl who never wore anything more revealing than a long skirt and a sweater, and she herself often described herself as "mousy". She was a librarian in their town of Oneida, New York, and she loved books and crossword puzzles and did not like taking risks in any way. She had such a quiet voice that Albert often had to strain to hear her. It was true, there were times when he wished she would be a little more extroverted, but that did not change the fact that he loved her deeply.
They had only been married two years when a large food processing conglomerate named ALLGRO bought out Albert's small company, that had been manufacturing pork products for 100 years. The week after the buyout a few top executives from ALLGRO hosted a cocktail reception for the employees and their families, just to get to know everyone, and then a week after that Albert was called into his boss's office and told he was being offered a new position.
"They want you to go to their main plant, in Nebraska," his boss said. "They were impressed by you and your wife when they met you last week."
"My wife?" Albert said. "Why would they care about her? She's not an employee."
"Oh, I don't know," the boss said. "I guess they have a certain image they like to maintain out there. They're the largest employer in the state, and they like their employees and their wives to fit a certain mold."
"But Liana is very quiet," Albert said. "She's shy, and she doesn't fit the mold of a corporate wife."
The boss smiled. "They must see some potential in her."
The transfer involved a considerable pay raise, enough to convince Albert he should at least try out the new job. Even if Liana hated Nebraska, he could get some good job experience and make some extra money to put in his savings account before they moved back.
So, they moved to Nebraska. Liana was not thrilled about the move, because she had to give up her librarian job, and of course the move involved uprooting herself from her comfortable small town and going somewhere totally new and strange. But, she decided that if Albert wanted this, she'd at least have to try it out.
And at first it seemed like a dream come true. The company set them up in a house that it owned, for one thing, so they had no mortgage or rent to pay. The house was in a neighborhood of similar houses, all owned by the company. They were two-bedroom bungalows, on small, well-kept lots, with white picket fences and flower pots on all the windowsills. They were like perfect little doll houses, with only one thing that didn't seem to fit -- the kitchens all had huge, restaurant-sized refrigerators, triple the size of a normal refrigerator.
"Why are the refrigerators so big?" Albert asked his boss the first day on the job.
The boss was a pencil-thin man named Mr. Benson, and he smiled, showing a row of perfect white teeth. "The women in our area are proud of their cooking skills," he said. "They love to cook, and they love to eat. The company decided that we'd indulge that little hobby by giving them super size refrigerators."
"Well, my wife may not fit in well around here then," Albert said. "She's not big on cooking. She's very health conscious, actually. She counts her calories every day, and she never overeats."
"That so?" Mr. Benson said, smiling again. "Well, she might just change her mind once she tastes some of the delicious food our women make out here."
Albert didn't think much about that comment for the rest of the day. He was too busy getting a tour of the meat processing plant, settling in to his office, and meeting all his coworkers. It did seem a little strange to him that all the men he met were just as thin as Mr. Benson, and the few women he saw in the office were definitely not thin. In fact, they were all at least 50 pounds overweight. He put the thought out of his mind, though, because there were so many new things to learn about.
The meat processing plant was a modern, high-tech affair, with robots arms doing some of the work on a vast conveyor belt that carried cuts of pork along to be processed and packaged. Mr. Benson beamed with pride when he showed it to Albert. "Pretty futuristic, eh?" he said. "This is the future of pork, Albert, and we're on the cutting edge of it here. I'm sure you'll enjoy working here, son. This is a place with a future for you and your pretty wife."
Albert thought it was strange that Mr. Benson brought up his wife again, but he shrugged it off.
When he got home he was exhausted from his long day, but strangely, he was not very hungry. He'd only had an appetite for salad when he ate lunch at the company cafeteria, but he noticed the female employees had trays that were piled high with all sorts of fattening foods -- hamburgers, pizza, french fries, macaroni and cheese, and two or three desserts. They'd sit down at a long table and commence eating with great gusto, talking and laughing raucously, their large bodies shaking with laughter, their cheeks quivering with glee.
He opened the front door of his cute little house and was amazed to see his cute, mousy little wife sitting at the kitchen table wiping crumbs from her lips, with an empty pie plate in front of her. She had a dreamy expression on her face, and when she saw him, she smiled and gave a demure little burp.
“Liana,’” Albert said, “did you just finish that whole pie yourself?”
“Yes,” she said, “and it was delicious!”
“But I didn't know you ate pie,” Albert said. “I thought you hated it, actually. You always say it has too many calories.”
“Well normally I do hate it,” she said, “but Stacy Flowers, who's our next door neighbor, came over this afternoon and brought the pie to welcome me to the neighborhood. She told me that she baked it specially for me, and I didn’t know what to say.
“You know how I have a hard time saying no to people,” she continued. “This Stacy was very aggressive and just barged in here and sat down and told me she was going to be my new best friend. She was very rude. She told me I'm too skinny and I won't fit in around here if I don't gain some weight.”
“Really?” Albert said. “That's very rude. I thought people in the Midwest were much nicer than that.”
“Me too,” said Liana. “I couldn't believe the way she talked to me, but I just didn't know what to do. She looked in our refrigerator and of course it just had some of my carrots and cucumbers and raw vegetables, and do you know what she said? ‘We’ll have to change all this, girlfriend!’ Can you imagine? And to top it all off she was dressed in the most revealing manner. I mean, she had on skintight yoga pants that were a shade of pink that almost blinded me and they showed every ounce of her fat rear end. And it was enormous! Women back home wouldn't dress like that -- they'd be too embarrassed to wear yoga pants that tight if they had a rear end like hers. She also had on a top that was really low cut, and she was just bursting out of it. Can you picture that?”
Actually, Albert could picture it. He had an image of a voluptuous body with enormous breasts spilling out of a top. He could picture it very, very well. But he knew that it was against Liana's nature to dress so provocatively.
“I'm sorry you had to see that,” he said. “I'm sure you wanted her to leave as soon as possible.”
“Well I did,” Liana said, “but I don't know, the longer she stayed here the more I got to kind of tolerate her, if not like her. She's very loud and she had tons of makeup on and of course she's not my type of woman, but somehow she had this sort of hypnotic voice. And she wore this pendant that came down in the middle of her cleavage that was a very soothing blue color and the more I stared at it the more I found myself listening to her. It was very calming, and I felt safe and secure. And somehow, through this mental fog that enveloped me I could tell that she was taking the pie out of the box and cutting pieces of it. She cut a piece and gave it to me. I took a bite of it and it actually was very good. Very, very good! It was so soothing and tasted delicious and it made my belly feel all warm and comfortable. So I just sat there at the kitchen table listening to her talk and looking at that pendant, and the next thing I know I had eaten the whole pie.”
“That's horrible,” Albert said. “I'm sure you must feel terrible.”
“No, actually I feel wonderful!” she said. “I haven’t felt this good in years. My stomach is full and I am happy. I was just sitting here thinking, why shouldn't women eat whatever they want? There's no reason why we should act like these little mousy things who are always worried about diets and exercise and trying to keep our bodies skinny. Don't you think?”
Albert was astonished. Liana had never had such outspoken opinions before, and besides, the one thing she was always very strict about was her diet. She did not believe in overeating, ever, and to see her now, with bits of cherry pie crumbs still on her mouth, was a shock.
“I guess so, honey,” was all Albert could manage to say. “So, I guess you’re not hungry after eating that whole pie, but could you make us a salad for dinner?”
Liana snorted. “Salad? I don’t think so. That’s another one of those foods that women eat all the time, starving themselves to reach some unattainable body shape. No, I’m not interested in salad. In fact, you can make dinner yourself, honey. Stacy invited me to a girls night out tonight, so I can meet the neighbors. She’s coming by at 6:00, and we’re going out for dinner.”
“Dinner?” Albert said. “But that’s only 30 minutes from now. I didn’t think you’d be hungry for dinner already.”
“Oh, baby, I’m working up an appetite already,” Liana said, winking at him. She pushed the chair back from the table, rubbed her stomach and leered at him.
Yes, Albert thought, when he reflected about it later -- the proper word for the look on her face was “leer”. She looked like she was ready to have him for supper.
She gave him a little hip bump when she passed him, winked again, and then went upstairs to get ready.
When she came downstairs at five minutes of six, Albert was amazed to see that she had makeup on. Liana had never been much for makeup before, preferring the plain look, but now she had some red in her lips and her eyes were outlined in black. It was all very tasteful, but on a woman who’d never worn any kind of makeup, it instantly made her look more sexy. She was still wearing one of her calf-length mousy dresses, but she’d put a pink ribbon in her hair and was walking with a definite sway to her hips.
At 6:00 the doorbell rang, and Albert answered it, to see a plump twenty-five year old in a skintight hot pink sheath dress that showed every roll of fat in her abundant body. She had huge breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a prodigious belly that protruded in front, and a huge ass that jiggled with every step she took on her impossibly high heels. She had thick makeup, obscene red lips, and eyes that must have had three layers of false eyelashes. Her hair was thick and lustrous, and swept to the side over one eye.
She came in and immediately grasped Albert in a vise grip of a hug, and he could feel her soft, warm, quivering flesh next to his. After what seemed like ages she released him, ran her eyes up and down him, and then reached around and slapped him on the butt.
“Hiya, Al,” she said. “I’m Stacy, your neighbor. Looks like our little Liana has a sexy husband! No wonder she didn’t want to go out tonight -- I bet she wants to stay home and screw that cute body of yours!”
Albert struggled to regain his composure. “Uh, nice to meet you,” he said. “I understand you’re going out with Liana. It’s nice that you’re introducing her to everyone. She’s a little shy, and--”
“Oh, don’t you worry about her,” Stacy said. “We’ll bring her out of her shell. It’s probably because she’s skinny that she’s so damn shy. Girl just needs a little more weight on her, and some fashion and beauty tips, and she’ll be fine. Just leave it to us, fella!”
“Okay, Albert, I’m going,” Liana said, and she leaned over to give him a kiss. Instead of her usual peck on the cheek, however, she kissed him full on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and making him gasp with surprise. She broke away from him, giggling like a schoolgirl, and then she and Stacy left.
As Albert watched Stacy wiggle those massive hips down the driveway and hoist herself into her low-slung late model sports car, and Liana give him a quick wave goodbye, he had the distinct feeling that he was watching his wife go off to her doom.
Albert was consumed with worry for the rest of the evening. He tried to distract himself by watching TV, but nothing seemed to pique his interest. The local stations all had cooking shows on and they were presided over by huge women with double chins and massive arms, wearing low cut dresses that showed their enormous breasts. They looked big even by the standards of cooking shows, and it was no wonder, with the fattening recipes they were making. Mashed potatoes, mounds of spaghetti, enormous layer cakes, meatloaf -- it was definitely not low calorie food.
They were sampling what they made, putting spoonfuls of food in each other’s mouths, and they had a look of sheer orgasmic pleasure as they chewed and swallowed. These women enjoyed food like no one Albert had ever seen before.
The really strange thing was that the sight of food suddenly did not seem to interest Albert. It was like looking at a travel show about some place you had no intention of ever visiting. He had no feeling, no appetite, for food. He didn’t remember eating lunch, so he should have been hungry, but nothing interested him.
He didn't know how long he sat there watching TV, but apparently he must have dozed off, because he was suddenly awakened by raucous laughter coming from outside his front door. He rubbed his eyes blearily and looked at his watch and saw that it was one in the morning.
Apparently there were a group of women standing outside his door laughing uproariously. Then he heard a pounding at the door and it sounded like Liana was yelling something. It was definitely her voice but the words she was using Albert had never heard come out of her mouth.
“Let me in, dammit!” she was shouting. “Stop playing with yourself in there, Albert, and let a girl in!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, but she was laughing at the same time and she had to keep pausing to catch her breath.
Albert ran to the door and unlocked it and was greeted by the sight of half a dozen enormously fat women in stretch pants and high heels, wearing way too much makeup. They were doubled over with laughter, their bodies jiggling like bowls of Jell-O. They all seemed like they had drunk too much, but Liana was in the worst shape of all of them.
She was laughing and groaning at the same time, holding onto her swollen stomach and swaying back and forth. She had definitely had too much to drink, but it looked like she had also eaten the same amount of food in one night that she would have previously consumed in a whole month.
“Shit, I can't believe how full I am,” she yelled. “Let me the hell in and help me get to the couch. I need to lay down. I can't walk another step!” This provoked gales of laughter from her companions.
“Come on, cutie boy,” Stacy said to Albert. “You heard her -- help her to the couch!”
Liana leaned against Albert, and her body weight actually knocked him back a step. Somehow, she seemed heavier.
“What happened?” Albert said.
“Oh she'll be alright,” Stacy said as Albert guided Liana toward the couch. “Girlfriend just doesn't know how to put away a good meal. We’ll help her with that, don’t you worry. Why, before long she'll be able to fit lots more in that belly of hers! Well, gotta go, cutie. The girls and I are going out for a midnight snack!”
This also provoked gales of laughter from the women, and they laughed as they waddled out the door and down the driveway to their cars.
Albert helped Liana to the couch, where she flopped down like a beached whale. She groaned and said, “Help me take this skirt off, it's killing me. Albert helped her take the skirt off and when he got it off he could see that her belly, which had once been so flat, now had a curve to it, and was poking out over the top of her panties.
“What happened?” Albert said. “Can I do anything for you? You look like you're in pain.”
“I'm not in pain at all,” Liana said. “Stacy and the girls took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet and I'm just stuffed to the gills. God, that food was so great! I couldn't stop shoveling it in my mouth, and they were helping me. They kept telling me how sexy it feels to stuff your belly all the way. And you know what? They were right! By the end of the night my panties were soaked!”
“That's horrible,” Albert said. “I forbid you to go out with them again!”
“You're not forbidding me to do anything, cutie boy,” Liana said. “I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want. And I like them. I've never had girlfriends before, and they’re a lot of fun. Now come over here and let's have sex. Stacy told me that a full belly would make me horny and she was right!”
She reached out her arms to him, and Albert had to admit that there was something about her swollen belly that turned him on. He felt the beginnings of an erection, but he wondered if he should do this. The sight of her was just too much for him, though, and he went down on the couch and joined her for an hour’s worth of moaning, passionate sex. At the end, he was drained and happy, although there was a nagging little thought in his mind that something was not right.
In the morning when Albert got up to go to work he found that Liana was not next to him in bed. He went downstairs and found her in the kitchen with the super size refrigerator door open and her head sticking inside it.
She was dressed in only a bra and panties, and she was rubbing her stomach. She pulled her head out of the refrigerator with a look of disgust on her face. “There's nothing good to eat in there,” she said. “I need to make a shopping trip to get some real food. I'm starving.”
“Why don't you just go to that organic supermarket in the shopping center?” Albert said. “I'm sure they have the food that you like to eat.”
“The hell with that,” Liana said. “I'm not interested in that rabbit food anymore. Carrots and celery, ugh!” She went over to the couch and rummaged around in her purse, then smiled when she pulled out a candy bar. She grinned broadly and said, “Now that's the kind of food I'm interested in!” She unwrapped the candy bar and stuffed the whole thing in her mouth greedily and finished it in two seconds.
Albert had a meeting at work first thing in the morning, so he didn't have time to discuss her new food preferences, but on the way to work he turned it over in his mind. What was happening? This was so unlike Liana. He figured that plump neighbor Stacy was the villain. She obviously had something to do with this change in Liana, but he couldn't figure out what she had done.
He quickly forgot about his concerns however as soon as he got into work because he had so much to do.
When he went to the meeting, though, all his worries came back.
TO BE CONTINUED