The Wicked Stepfather: Revisited (Part I)

The Wicked Stepfather: Revisited (Part One)

By Maverick

(Nota Bene: After 16 years, part one of The Wicked Stepfather: Revisited was unceremoniously deleted from Deviant Art yesterday for policy violations.  Apparently, TheLustLord’s new illustrations brought my X-rated weight-gain story renewed attention (Good!), but also fresh scrutiny from the site’s moderators (Bad!).

Fortunately, over the past month or so, I’d posted most of it here in conjunction with TLL’s illustrations.  Had I not, there’s a decent chance it would be gone forever.  It isn’t posted anywhere else and, since I wrote it way back in 2003, the computer and floppy disks it was composed and saved on are LONG gone.  As it is, I still had to recreate some omitted paragraphs and bits of dialogue.

Ironically, the 2nd part of the story, when the really vile shit hits the fan, is still posted on DA for all to see; however, in anticipation of that changing I have copied it to my current hard drive and will post it here, if necessary.  Eventually, I expect I will repost all my stories here as a safeguard against Big Brother.  Patreon membership will be required, as assigning stories public access here opens them up to even more moderator scrutiny, but I will keep them free if at all possible.)

Steve watched as his new stepdaughter danced at his wedding.  She was mesmerizing.  

As he watched her, she shot him a quick smile from across the room.  Steve returned it, before shyly looking away.  He knew what he was feeling wasn't right; he had just married her mother after all, but she was so beautiful dancing there: Sara had him captivated.  

Sara was only 16 years old but was energetic and strong for her age.  She had to be: She was captain of both her High School cheerleading and soccer teams.  In addition to her athletic pursuits, she was also a Dean's List honor student.  She had a lot going for her.

What also helped make Sara so popular was her personality.  She was one of the sweetest girls in high school and had friends to spare.  However, it was her body that caused most warm-blooded men to stare with carnal lust.

Her arms were smooth and strong, with a fair bit of muscle from all the toning she had done over the last three years.  They were quick to action and had a strength that belied her size.  Her face was the prettiest ever known, with full, red lips, high cheekbones, and golden blond hair that streamed down to the middle of her back.  Her chest was a perfect 32 B-cup: Small, but with a perkiness that made them round and perfect to the sight.  Her abdomen was flat as any washboard and had taut muscles lining the entire surface.  Her rear was perfect in symmetry.  Firm and round, it made its small presence known whenever she would wear her size 5 jeans. And her thighs, oh those beautiful thighs, they were strong and sleek with nary a blemish to be found.  

She was what the world would call "a one-of-a-kind knock-out."  Sara had always taken care of her body, not a fanatic, not a health nut, or exercise freak, but she was conditioned and kept her diet in proportion.

This was the Sara that everyone knew and loved.  Since Sara's 15th Birthday one year ago, however, she had been having thoughts that were new and unique to her.  They scared her.  You see, Sara was having the first desires of a newborn feedee.  Totally out of her control, she would want to stuff her little body until she couldn't take another bite, as all those calories would slowly turn her sleek body to soft flab. She tried with all her might to bury these thoughts.  They were not normal, but the wetness that would develop between her thighs was undeniable. Initially, she fought it with her willpower and won.

***

Now, at 16 and 1 month, her life was changing for the better it seemed. Her mother was marrying Steve, a man she had been dating for the last few years.  He was 6 feet tall, handsome, and wealthy--not incredibly--but he could ease some of the financial strain she and her mother suffered.  The local chain of groceries he owned ensured that they would always have food on the table.

Sara had known her new stepfather since she was 12 and he had always treated her with love and care.  Her real father had left when she was three and Sara hoped Steve could help fill the void.

What a day the wedding was!  Sara got drunk for the first time in her life and made quite a scene: stumbling, dancing, and laughing.  She had a great time.  

After the wedding was over, she sat alone with her new step-dad.  She was getting emotional as the alcohol was taking full effect.  She was even calling him "dad," though she had always called him Steve previously.  Sara went on and on about how happy she was that he was now officially part of her life and that she now had a real father to talk to and to do things with--things she had missed out on.  She felt she could confide in him.  All her guards were down; all her willpower was swept aside.  They talked about everything that night.  

Finally, Sara asked the question she had been building up to.  "Dad, what do you think about people who deliberately want to gain weight?"  

He looked at her stunned. "Sara," he asked, "Why would you ask such a question?"  

Sara blushed, and let her beans spill.  Inside she could not believe she was letting this out, but on the other hand, it felt so good. She told him about her weird fantasies of gaining weight and letting herself turn into the largest amount of flab gathered anywhere on the planet.  God, she was even talking immobility.  

Steve had no idea what to say to her, for he was holding back the hardest erection he had ever felt in his life.  It was actually painful for him.  Could it be that someone shared his desire?  Steve was a fat admirer and a feeder, but his own fantasies of fattening a woman beyond imagination were buried long ago.  He was now a 36-year-old man that had just married Sara's 37 year-old Mother.

He was lost in his own imagination when Sara's mother showed up.  

"Oh, um, Hi honey," Steve said, getting up to kiss his bride on the cheek.  "Sara and I were just talking about how she feels having a father in the house now."  

Sara's mother smiled as Steve gave Sara a wink.

***

The next day, Sara awoke with the worst headache of her life.  “This is horrible," she thought. "I can’t even move it hurts so much"

The pounding in her head worsened with a knock on the door.  It was Steve.

"Sara, are you up honey?" he asked, poking in his head.

"Yes," she replied, though she was still sprawled across the bed, the covers not entirely covering her body.

Steve could see that she was wearing panties and nothing else.  Fighting his overwhelming desire to look, he turned away.  “How are you feeling?”

“Not good at all, Steve" Sara replied, pulling up her covers.  She had noticed the quick turn of his head and, at that moment, felt she could trust him with anything.   She’d been naked and he’d looked away.  He was a true gentleman.

"It was quite a night, wasn’t it?” Steve asked, still staring off into space.  “All that dancing and laughing…And I felt close to you when we had our little talk.  Thank you for trusting me"

“Ummm, what talk?”  Sara said, stretching her arms above her head, a move that momentarily caused her perky breasts to pop free from the sheet.  “I guess I was pretty drunk.”

Steve revealed some of what Sara had said, but purposely left out what she’d divulged about her feedee fantasies.  Knowledge was power.  And if she didn’t know what he knew he'd have so much more.

 ***

Days became weeks after the marriage.  School let out and Sara came home for summer vacation, ending her sophomore year in High School.  That meant lazy days laying out by the pool and taking it easy.  Summer was a great time.

Sara's mom went to visit her parents in June and July.  Steve and Sara were invited, but Steve really couldn't leave work.  Sara didn't want to go period.  Sitting in the middle of Nebraska was not how she wanted to spend her 16th summer.

This was also the year she would receive her driver's license.  Steve had made her a deal that he would help her buy a car if she promised to help him around the house. However, Steve's idea of helping was much different than what Sara had in mind…  

After Sara's mom left, Steve broke down the chores of the house for her.  He made it easy.  Sara had to do nothing.  She could do whatever she wanted, and that sounded good to her.  This was the time for Steve to start his long-range plans.  He knew it would take years to complete, but he could get the ball rolling now.

During the first week of vacation, Steve asked Sara what her favorite snacks were.  She confided in him that she loved chocolate malts, but only had them on rare occasions.  

"Hmmm," he thought.  "There must be a way to exploit that."

Steve decided to visit Larry, a pharmacist friend who had a bit of a dark streak.  After beating around the bush, he finally got the nerve to express what he wanted to do with his little Sara.  To his surprise, Larry loved the idea and told him to return tomorrow. 

Steve got to the pharmacy early the next morning and his friend let him in the back door.

"This is your answer, Steve," Larry said, holding a small medicine bottle.  "This is your wonder pill."  

Steve's hands were shaking as he took the bottle from his friend.

"It's called Amaplatix," Larry explained.  "It's used to help Anorexia patients increase their appetite, but it has a wonderful side-effect that will help you as well."

"What's that?" Steve said eagerly, his mind racing with anticipation.

"It makes the patient feel drowsy and fatigued," Larry continued, "so it really shouldn't be prescribed for more than two weeks at a time."  Larry hesitated and then gave his friend a knowing wink...

"HOWEVER, I think you've got a special case on your hands."

Steve had a wide grin as he left Larry's drugstore.  He knew his fantasies were about to come true.

***

The next day, Steve surprised Sara with a large chocolate ice cream malt--complete with four Amaplatix pills stirred in. Steve just smiled as Sara gulped down the tall glass.  Each day that week, Steve surprised her with another one of his special malts.  He thought his goose was cooked when Sara initially refused the fourth one.

"I really shouldn't," she said, pressing her hands against her svelte waist.  Her moment's hesitation seemed like an eternity to Steve.

"Oh, what the heck," Sara said smiling; taking the frothy glass from Steve's outstretched hand.  "It IS my summer vacation after all."  

Towards the end of the week, Steve noticed Sara's activities were changing a little.  She started sleeping until 11 a.m. every day and would go to bed at 9 p.m.  He also noticed her snacking a little more than usual.  

"Perfect," Steve thought, as he watched Sara finish a large malt right before falling asleep on the sofa.  "Just perfect."

As the next week passed, Steve kept up the same dosage and noticed Sara was becoming even less active.  Now, instead of going out with her friends, she started turning them down and didn't feel much like leaving the house.  She even started taking afternoon naps.  

This is when Steve decided to get REALLY bold.  He kept making Sara her favorite milkshakes but added five well-rounded spoonfuls of weight-gainer 2000 as well as pure buttermilk to the mix.  The total calories per drink were over 2400 per 12 oz. glass.  

She loved the taste.  Oh, it was heaven the taste.  He started making her as many as three a day and she happily drank them.  

***

Two weeks later, it was June 28th, and boy was it hot.  It was well over 100 degrees and the damn air conditioner was broken.   Sweat was dripping off Steve's forehead when he heard Sara waking up and coming down the stairs.  It was a sight he would never forget…  

She was wearing nothing but her tank top and panties and she didn't care.  It was just too hot.  As she walked down the stairs, Steve couldn't help staring. In just three weeks Sara was changing.  She was still thin, but he could easily see 15 new pounds on her.  Her arms had an added softness from inactivity and her breasts seemed a bit fuller.  His eyes went down to her belly: her rock hard, oh wait, her flat but softening stomach.  What happened there?  No longer could he see the muscles in her belly.  Flat yes, muscular no.  Her thighs also showed the slightest hint of softening.  

He could not believe what he saw.  Sara's body had gained 15 lbs in only three weeks, but he knew inside this pace could not keep up.  Unfortunately, that seemed to be coming true the next week.  Sara's body seemed to fight back.  Her energy increased and she started being more active again.  She lost 5 pounds--much to Steve's consternation--and things might have kept up on this decline, except for one factor: Sara was a true feedee.  Even if she didn't know it, what was in between her legs sure did.

Before she could lose the remaining 10 pounds, she went to the mall with her friends.  While they stood in line at the food court, one of them mentioned that it looked like Sara had gained a few pounds and poked her stomach teasingly.  Sara immediately blushed.  She felt a little ashamed, but the wetness that showered the inside of her sent her spiraling for a loop. She felt flushed and light-headed.  Sara played it off to her friends that she wasn't feeling well and they drove her home.

When she got to her room, she stripped naked and looked at her body.  She knew she had gained a few pounds, but she didn't think it showed.  She had never felt so much sexual pleasure as she had in that moment.  All at once, her deeply buried fantasies came flooding back. 

Fortunately, Steve wasn't home and she made her way down to the kitchen still naked.  As she crept down the stairs listening for Steve, she could feel her thighs jiggling gently with each step.  Mad with ecstasy, Sara threw open the cupboard and immediately ate four Twinkies and a big glass of milk.  As she swallowed bite after bite, Sara rubbed her bloated stomach thinking to herself how all that junk food was going to make her huge.   This made her ballistic.  She was so aroused that she couldn't stop eating.  Without thinking, she finished the gallon of milk and a box of chocolate chip cookies that had been conveniently placed next to the refrigerator.  

In a haze, Sara grabbed the remaining junk food from the kitchen and struggled upstairs.  As she watched herself in the mirror, Sara slowly devoured every bite--her free hand gently alternating between massaging her bloating belly and the throbbing wetness between her legs.   

After she had fully pleasured herself, she fell back onto her bed and into a deep, hypnotic sleep.  It was during this time that Steve came home and found the kitchen a mess with wrappers, cookie crumbs, and empty containers.  He smiled and slowly crept upstairs.   Opening Sara's door, he found her sprawled out sleeping on her bed--crumbs and candy wrappers stuck to her naked body. 

"Please let her willpower diminish," he thought as he closed the door, leaving Sara to sleep in ecstasy.  

The next day brought a renewed resurgence from Steve to try and help Sara fulfill her fantasy and his.   Breakfast was served with bacon, eggs, sausages and chocolate buttermilk with weight-gainer and 5 Amaplatix pills mixed in. During breakfast, Steve mentioned that he was going to the mall and wanted to know if Sara needed any new clothes, knowing that many of her outfits were growing increasingly snug.  This was bait for his experiment.  He wanted to find out which was stronger: Sara's willpower or her sexual fantasy.

"Thanks, Steve," she said between bites of sausage.  "Well, maybe I could use a new pair of jeans."

"Oh," Steve said, "Is that because you've put on a little weight?"

Sara immediately felt the resurgence of the wetness and tingling between her thighs.  She tried to will it down, but with the breakfast she was eating and Steve's scrutinizing looks, she couldn't and her face flushed.  Steve knew he had found her weakness.  Sara was embarrassed about gaining weight.  She wanted to stay thin, or so thought the head on top of her shoulders, but having someone else tell her that she was putting on weight broke down her willpower.  It was one thing to imagine herself fat, but quite another to be told that she was actually GETTING fat.  

Steve smiled at his red-faced beauty.  He knew this was how he could keep her from fighting.

The next week, Steve upped her pill intake to six a day, while he increased her milkshakes to four a day.  That kept Sara very tired and sedated.  This pace kept up for three weeks straight.  By the time he ran out of pills, Sara's body had taken the damage he'd wanted it to.  Sara weighed in at 138, a full 26-pound gain, but more importantly, Sara's muscles were weakening and that was what he wanted.  He wanted Sara to tire easily so she would do less and less.

The day before Sara's mother came home, he got another full view of Sara walking into the house with her bikini on.  Steve tried not to stare but he just had to admire his handiwork.  

Sara's arms had softened considerably.  Where once firm muscle was, there now was a definite jiggle on the underside and a roundness that spoke of soft flab.  Her chest was still a B-cup but was beginning to overflow her too-tight top.  Steve wondered if, free from their constraints, her perky tits might sag toward the ground ever so slightly.  Then his eyes went southward toward her belly.  What a sight!  He loved what he saw there.  Her stomach had softened--he knew that--but this time her belly wasn't flat anymore.  It now had a small fold growing right in the middle of it that jiggled whenever she moved.  As he looked even further south, he noticed her thighs--her sleek, toned thighs--had also changed.  Fleshy softness now covered each one, as a hint of cellulite crept ever so slightly across the very backs of them.

Steve was happy with her summer's progress, but he wasn't finished. Not by a long shot.  She was so young and had so much potential.

***

Sara's mother came home and made a small mention to Sara about her weight.  Sara blushed but was learning to control her sexual sensations.  Fortunately, her mom didn't bring it up again.

The next school year ushered in major changes to Sara's lifestyle.  During the first week of school, cheerleading and soccer practice started again.  She got a few stares from her fellow cheerleaders as she trotted out in her too-tight uniform, but she tried to ignore them.  Then practice started: jump, kick, jump, jump, arms, legs.  Ten minutes of this and Sara was ready to pass out.  She felt tightness in her chest.  Her breath was gone and she had to sit down. The rest of the girls giggled amongst themselves and continued the routine, while Sara sat huffing and puffing.  After practice, the coach visited Sara in the locker room…

"My God girl," the coach said, grabbing Sara's fleshy arm.  "What have you done to yourself?"

"Uh…" Sara fumbled for her words.  She almost fainted from the sudden rush of hormones that overwhelmed her.

"You look like a tub of lard now," the coach continued, shaking her.  "Girl, you need to get your act together.  I don't know what you did over the summer, but if you don't get in shape soon you're off the squad!"

Sara continued to swoon.  Her face flushed and her panties moistened, but her coach's threats also stirred anger in her.  Recovering, Sara straightened up and shook herself free from her coach's grasp.  Sara's life was at a crossroads and she didn't even know it.

"Y'know what Coach?" Sara said.  "Take your pom-poms and shove 'em!"  With that, she grabbed up her things and stormed from the gym.

She decided not to even show up to soccer practice.  Instead, she went to get some dinner at the local McDonalds.  She rarely allowed herself to eat such greasy fare, but ravenous from the day's events, she wolfed down a Big Mac and fries and went home.

September turned into October, and Sara's activities dwindled even more as autumn took over.  As the cool days turned colder, Sara started staying home a lot.  She wasn't eating much more, but was very inactive for her age.  Steve encouraged her sedentary lifestyle by renting her lots of movies and buying her a steady supply of romance novels.

He was also eager to help stimulate Sara's appetite.  Since he couldn't give her pills anymore with the chance of her mother finding out, Steve instead started leaving goodies all around the house.  As Sara lounged lazily, she always seemed to find them.

Fall turned into winter and Sara was becoming a hermit.  She was blowing off her friends left and right, never wanting to go out.  Her weight had climbed to 152 pounds and she was wearing size 11 jeans up from her former size 5.

As winter turned into spring, Sara was no doubt plump at this point.  Her weight had climbed to 168, but more than that, her strength was waning badly.  Her arms were no longer able to make a muscle; the best she could muster was a soft mound in the middle of her bicep.  Her B-cup breasts had turned into C-cups, with veins starting to show from the strain of the weight gain.  No longer perky, they had started a definite turn toward sagginess.  Her belly had grown a twin fold on it and she could no longer tighten it, or suck it in all the way.  Where once she was able to do 100 sit-ups without sweating, she could now barely manage 6.  Her firm ass was now gone, replaced by two globs of softness that jiggled with every step.  Both cheeks showed signs that cellulite was moving in, as if on a mission to sag them down to meet her thighs.  Even her thighs--her once mighty thighs--had gone to seed.  Previously toned, tanned, and muscular, Sara's thighs now resembled two piles of pale Jell-O.  They jiggled and rubbed together whenever she walked.

Throughout the cold winter, she was able to hide most of this from view.  She looked bigger, yes, but not so soft.  As spring's arrival ushered in warmer weather, Sara kept wearing winter clothes as long as possible.  When the temperature hit 80 degrees, however, she finally had to give them up.  She was not prepared for the comments from her classmates that followed.

"How could you do this to yourself?" said one girl.

"You have REALLY let yourself go," said another.

"My God Sara, how are you going to go to the Junior Prom looking like THAT?" said an ex-teammate from cheerleading.

"Who would take her?" another answered with a giggle.

This would have made most girls cry, but Sara was different.  As she stood there, her hormones surged again.   The more her friends made fun of her--the more they told her she looked fat--the hotter and wetter she was getting.  She knew she looked fat, but them telling her only turned her on more and more.  She was building to orgasm right there.  Hearing that she was getting too fat to even find a date for the prom made her hormones reach new levels.

After class, Sara hurried home from school.  She had to get out of there before her panties exploded with her own wetness.   Her own worst enemy was between her legs.  It was starting to control her.  

***

Sara avoided her friends the rest of the school year and started to become a loner.  Friends stopped calling and guys were no longer taking interest.  That was just what Steve wanted.  He kept encouraging her healthy appetite, but stayed in the background as much as possible.

Spring turned Sara into a 17 year-old women.  As the season ended, so did her junior year.  She was happy about that.   What made her even happier was that her mom was going to see her parents again for the summer; she needed a break from her mom's critical comments about her falling grades and expanding figure.

However, no one was happier than Steve.  He knew Sara was a much different girl this summer than last.  In addition to being 60 pounds heavier, she no longer had any friends to take her out and keep her active.  She had told most of them off and hadn't been out of the house with anyone other than her mom or Steve for months.  She didn't even want to take the driver's test that she had been putting off.

Steve knew her metabolism was probably less than half what it used to be, and the day after her mother left he set about exploiting this.  Steve once again asked his pharmacist friend if he could have a supply of pills.  By the next day, he had enough pills to keep Sara sleepy and hungry for the entire summer.  He bought enough weight-gain powder to feed 12 bodybuilders for 3 months, but Steve was only building one body...and not with muscle.

He also took a leave of absence from his grocery stores in order to better monitor Sara.  Every evening, the store manager would drop by with invoices to sign and checks to write, but more important than that--at least to Steve--was what else he brought with him.  Each day, Steve would have him load up the leftover bakery items from the day, as well as other miscellaneous junk food and groceries, and deliver them when he came.  Donuts, pastries, buttermilk, bacon, ice cream, and chocolate were his most requested items, as they were Sara's favorites.

By June 1st, Sara's weight had climbed to 174 pounds and Steve was going to make sure she never saw that skinny number again.  A typical summer's breakfast consisted of 5 pancakes, 8 strips of bacon, 8 sausage links, 6 scrambled eggs, 4 English muffins and 2 glasses of buttermilk.  Each morning, Steve would sit in awe as Sara slowly but surely ate everything.  Even more than her voracious appetite, however, Steve loved that she rarely wore more than a tank top and shorts at the table.  As she would eat, her belly would slowly protrude and eventually settle on the very tops of her thighs.  After a few weeks, her stomach sat on her thighs to begin the meal, bright red stretch marks cutting across her pasty-white skin.  

After breakfast, Sara would usually go to the couch to lie down and fall asleep in front of the television.  Steve would wake her up around lunchtime.  Lunch consisted of multiple cheeseburgers served with fries and macaroni and cheese.  Of course, Steve would have her wash everything down with one of his famous milkshakes: complete with Amaplitix pills and four scoops of weight-gain powder.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Sara asked one day during lunch.  "I mean…" Sara swallowed hard, barely pausing between bites.  "You're really pampering me this summer.  Especially with you cooking so much and all."  

The question flustered Steve.  He had an erection comparable to the night he first heard of Sara's private fantasies.  He wanted to tell her that he wanted her fat, that he was going to make her a giant immobile tub of lard.  

"Not yet," he thought, regaining his composure.

"Well…" Steve chose his words carefully.  "It's just that you seem to enjoy my cooking and I like making you happy."

Sara paused for a moment and smiled at him, before scarfing down a handful of fries.

***

The first week of July, Steve was once again able to fully appreciate the results of his handiwork.  It was miserably hot and the air conditioning was once again on the fritz.  Despite the unbearable heat, Steve was in total bliss when he saw Sara walking down the stairs wearing only a bra and panties.  It was just too hot to wear anything else and she was never embarrassed in front of Steve.

He watched her body jiggle and shake as she slowly descended the stairs.  At 207 pounds, Sara was officially fat.   He saw no trace of muscle in her arms.  Instead, he saw two masses of jiggling softness that shook wildly from the total lack of use.  Her breasts were still C-cups but now sagged completely, never to regain their perkiness.  Her belly had grown beautifully.  Those two rolls had grown and sagged considerably, leaving no traces of the muscles that once lined her stomach's surface.  Sara's once gravity-defying ass had been invaded by cellulite, transforming her flawless cheeks into two globs of pure, soft fat.  They had taken on a cottage cheese look and sagged down to meet her plumpening thighs, which also sagged and jiggled from the layers of fat that now completely covered them.  Her legs rubbed together as she walked and Steve could see that her inner thighs were red and irritated from the friction.  For the first time, he could even tell that her calves had grown and had lost a considerable amount of tone and strength.  

The walk down the stairs seemed to wind Sarah and she quickly waddled over and sat down at the breakfast table, sweat rolling down her chubby cheeks.  Steve couldn't contain himself: Watching this once active young teenager struggling down the stairs drove him wild.   If she had not been so tired she might have noticed his hard-on, but that sight escaped her.    

***

Throughout the summer, Steve kept up his daily use of the pills, giving Sara as many as 8 per day.  This kept her sleepy and hungry, while Steve always made sure she had as much food as she wanted.  Sara knew she was getting fat, but lacked the energy to do something about it.  It was just too much effort to do anything besides sleep, eat, and watch television.

By mid-summer, Steve ran out of pills and Larry informed him that he could get no more.  Apparently, it was recalled for breaking down muscle fibers and causing atrophy if taken in excess amounts.  Although Sara's muscles might have taken some permanent damage, his friend assured him that Sara's overall health should be fine.

"No wonder she is getting so weak and tired so fast," Steve mused, a grin slowly spreading across his face.  He knew it had been more than the extra pounds that had been slowing her down.  "Now," Steve thought, "I just have to find a way to keep her eating."

Fortunately for Steve, he now knew Sara's weaknesses and how to exploit them.

***

Three days after the last pill, the appetite stimulants had worn off and Sara began to regain some of her energy.  Now that she was free of the drug-induced malaise, she also was able to gain some perspective on what had happened to her over the last few months.  

"I've gotten fat!" Sara exclaimed, as she pinched the fleshy folds that surrounded her waist.  

Looking in her bedroom mirror, she noticed that even her Goddess-like face was deteriorating from the strains of her excessive gormandizing.  Pale from the lack of sunlight, it was covered in an oily sheen.  Blemishes had erupted across her chubby cheeks and forehead.  Even her luxurious hair had become greasy and lifeless.  

"Fat and ugly," she frowned, as a double chin gently protruded beneath the disgusted expression on her softening face.     

As Sara set about cleaning up her appearance, she suddenly caught a whiff of the delightful aroma of fresh-baked apple pie wafting up from the kitchen.  Giving a Pavlovian response, her stomach let out an audible rumble.  

"No!" Sara thought, clutching her chubby tummy.  "Not this time."

Filled with a determination she hadn't felt for months, Sara bounded down the stairs to the kitchen at a speed she hadn't reached in 50 pounds.  Her chest felt tight and she was out of breath, but she didn't care.  She had to do this.

"Steve," Sara gasped, trying to catch her breath.  "I'm going on a diet…Starting immediately."  

Steve slowly turned around to face her with a big smile.  He was holding the hot apple pie in his hands.  It looked fantastic!

"Steve, I'm serious," she insisted, hoping her stomach wouldn't betray her resolve.     

Steve's smile disappeared.  "Ok Sara," he said, placing the pie back on the stove.  "Let me have a look at you."

Sara could feel her face turning red as Steve studied her intently.  She tried to stand firm, but Steve's scrutinizing glares were making it difficult.

"My Sara, you have gotten a bit tubby haven't you?"

Her face fully flushed, Sara tried to will away her feelings, but Steve's words sent her hormone production into overdrive.

"Let me feel your arms, Sara," Steve said, squeezing them gently.  "Wow! I can tell you haven't been working out."

There was a tingling between Sara's legs like she'd never felt before.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.  

"Please stop," she begged.  Steve didn't.

"Whoa!  Look at this!" Steve said, gently poking her swollen belly.  "I can pinch an inch!"

Wetness exploded through her panties as her stomach betrayed her with a loud gurgle.

"Somebody must be hungry!" Steve exclaimed in a sing-song voice.  

Steve led her to the dining room table and gently sat her down before returning with the apple pie.  Cutting a bite for her, Steve slowly moved it towards Sara's trembling lips.  Her eyes still closed, Sara hesitated a second before taking the warm pie into her mouth.

Within a half-hour, the pie was finished and Sara stumbled up to her room and collapsed into bed.  From the kitchen, Steve could hear pleasurable moans emanating from behind her bedroom door.  He knew what she was doing and he let her do it.  Whistling softly, he went to work washing the empty pan.

Moments after Sara had just given herself the most pleasurable orgasm of her life, tears were streaming down her cheeks.  "What have I done to myself?" she thought.  She was afraid of what was happening to her, but just thinking about how she had ruined her perfect body made her once again tremble with excitement.  All these thoughts toiling around in her head left her exhausted and she quickly dozed off to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, Sara tried to cut back her food intake, but Steve kept up his sly remarks about her body and weight gain.  This drove her crazy.  Sara was of two minds: one adhered to society's standard equating thin with beauty, the other was more primal; it wanted fat: soft, jiggling, repulsive fat.  Steve was out to ensure the latter mindset would win.

***

The first week in August brought horrible news.  Sara's mother called and said that her father was extremely ill and that she would have to stay with them until at least the end of the year.  Sara was very saddened; she loved her grandfather very much, but Steve had mixed emotions.  He was sad for his wife, but he couldn't help thinking about the perfect situation.  He could keep up Sara's weight gain for another 6 months.  Just thinking about it caused blood to course through his sex organ and raise it to new heights.

For the rest of the summer, he did his best to keep Sara from moving around a lot.  He wanted her to become so lazy that her muscles would atrophy from a lack of use.    Depressed by her expanding figure and the illness of her grandfather, Sara continued to eat ever-growing portions of whatever Steve would put in front of her.  He loved watching her eat late into the night and, not wanting to climb the stairs, fall asleep right on the couch.  

***

By the end of August, Sara's weight was making leaps and bounds.  The scale, which Sara's expanding belly now hid from view, read a remarkable 236.  She was in bad need of new clothes.  Steve knew this, but he waited until the week before school--when he knew the mall would be full of her classmates--to invite her on a shopping spree. 

The first store they hit was JC Penny.   Sara went over to the jeans section and picked up a pair of size 14 jeans thinking they would fit nicely.  Boy was she wrong.  She began to struggle with them once they were halfway up her thighs, but they stopped dead in their tracks once they got to her ass.  At 236 pounds, her entire body had inflated, but it was obvious her ass had taken more than its fair share of the new poundage.  It had become an obstacle that no size 14 jeans could overcome.  

She slyly went back to the rack and grabbed a size 18.  Although she was able to force them up over her shelf-like rear, she struggled once they got to her waist.

"Oh god, this is horrible," she thought, struggling with the zipper.  "I can't even button these."

Finally, she settled on a size 22 which, although still snug, allowed her some breathing room.  As she modeled the jeans in the mirror, she became horrified.   Was that really her tiny size 5 body buried under all that fat?  She could hardly believe it.  After examining herself for a long time, she jumped up a little, causing her entire body to jiggle and shake.  A violent surge of hormones nearly overtook her.  It was all she could do to keep from pleasuring herself right there in the JC Penny's changing room.   

Sweating profusely and her heart pounding, Sara quickly grabbed some size 24s off the rack and handed them to Steve.  Embarrassed, she averted her eyes from making contact with his.  Steve simply smiled and went to pay.

The next stop was Lane Bryant for some new dresses for school.  Unfortunately for Sara, it was clear on the other side of the mall.  A year ago, her athletic body would've traversed the distance in a couple of minutes; however, it was now in no condition for such a long walk.  After 150 feet, she started huffing and her face turned beet-red.  Steve loved it.  Here was a girl who led her soccer team to the state championships just over a year ago, gasping for breath after a leisurely stroll.   

Sara collapsed on a bench at the halfway mark.  As Steve watched her huff and puff, his member stiffened and throbbed, as if pointing directions to his weary companion.   

"Oh my…" she said, struggling to speak between breaths.  "I have to rest a minute Steve.   I haven't done this much walking in months."

Not content in watching this formerly athletic girl struggle to walk, he decided to add insult to injury.  Steve noticed the bench was parked directly in front of a Baskin Robins.  As Sara recovered, he walked over and bought her a triple scoop cone with hot fudge and sprinkles.

"Here," he said, handing her the gigantic cone.  "You looked hot and I thought this might help cool you down."

"Thank you, Steve," Sara said smiling, her chubby cheeks sporting new dimples.  "I'm dying here I'm so hot."

Thirty minutes and three scoops of ice cream later, Sara was ready for the second leg of their journey.  Steve kept the pace very slow so she didn't tire as fast.   Finally, they made it to the store and Sara went to look for some new bras to contain her now 44 D-cup breasts.  As she looked through the selection, she heard a familiar voice come from behind.

"Sara!?"

Sara spun around to greet the voice.  It was Karen, a former friend who had taken over her spot as Head Cheerleader.

"Oh my god, it is you!"  Karen gasped, her mouth wide open.  "What the hell has happened to you?  I mean, you've gotten so fat."

Steve stood a few feet away and watched the proceedings.  His pants were dampening from his own leakage.

"Oh, um…Hi Karen," Sara stuttered.  "Um, well, yeah, I guess I gained a little weight."

"A little?" Karen continued, looking Sara up and down.  "You could use your own zip code.  Dear God, you used to be the hottest girl in school."  

The more Karen railed on her, about how she used to be a beautiful cheerleader and soccer star, the hornier Sara was getting.  She could feel the eyes of everyone in the store staring at her flabby body.  Her own eyes welled with tears as Karen continued to berate her, but her libido was once again betraying her emotions.  Panties soaked, Sara could feel her knees buckling.  She didn't know how she was going to get out of this one.

Steve finally shook off his own arousal and came to Sara's rescue.

"Excuse me, Miss," Steve interrupted, taking Sara by the hand.  "We are in a bit of a rush and it takes Sara a little longer these days in her current…Condition."

With that, Steve led her out of the store.  Karen snickered audibly as she watched Sara waddle away.

Sara just stood outside the shop for a moment, stunned about what just happened to her.  "We'd better go," Steve said, snapping her from her daze.  He led her to a bench near the exit and volunteered to bring the car around to meet her.  

"Thank you, Steve," Sara said smiling, a smudge of chocolate from the ice cream cone still on her chin.  "What would I do without you?"  

Steve knew she would never find out.

As Sara waited for Steve to pull his car around, she noticed another classmate enter the mall; this time it was an ex-boyfriend.  Jason Taylor was the resident "man on campus" at their High School: Student Body President, Football Captain, and Homecoming King.  They had dated briefly their sophomore year, but Sara had dumped him for Pete Flemming, a senior at the time.

She immediately averted her eyes and lowered her head.  Jason glanced at her briefly and started to walk past, before doing a double-take.  Sara kept her head down, hoping she wouldn't be recognized.

"Sara?  Sara, is that you?" Jason questioned, stopping in the middle of the crowded aisle.  Sara raised her head and her eyes met his.  "Jesus, it IS you!" he exclaimed, cautiously moving towards her as if she was radioactive.  

Sara managed a meek, "Hi Jason," before looking back towards the door.  "Please hurry Steve," Sara thought, closing her eyes in hopes that Jason would be gone once she reopened them.

"Holy Cow, I heard you had porked up, but this is ridiculous!" Jason's eyes scoured Sara as he inched towards her, still in disbelief.  Several passersby glanced at Sara and chuckled at Jason's comment.  Sara just sat there with her eyes shut.

"Thank you for letting me off the hook," Jason continued.  "Could you imagine me going out with you now?  I'd be a laughing stock!"  He was almost on top of her now.  Tears were welling in Sara's eyes as she silently took the abuse.

"Do you mind if I ask you how much you eat?" Jason bullied.  "I don't mean to be rude, but…"  Jason's words faded as Sara was overwhelmed by emotions:  shame, anger, and sexual arousal all washed over her in equal parts.  Springing to her feet, Sara ran for the exit as tears exploded down her cheeks.  After a few feet, however, her pace was reduced to a plodding gait.  

"Look everyone, a walking whale!" Jason shouted after her.  "Thar she blows!"

The snickers from the crowd echoed in Sara's ears as she ran through the mall doors.

On the ride home, Sara choked back tears as she explained to Steve what had happened.  Steve's feigned indignation could barely mask his enthusiasm.

"Perfect," he thought.  "This experience will keep Sara housebound for months!"