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Zonker "All you need is love -- and some love handles to carry your love around."
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Chapter 2
A Big Change in Phil

I practiced what I was going to say to Phil as I heard him come down the steps.

"Oh, you're still here," he said dully when he saw me.

"I thought we could have breakfast together," I said pleasantly, trying very hard to jeep any sense of tension or excitement from my voice.

"Does this mean you've finally been fired again for incompetence?" he asked, looking at the microwave clock which read 9:04 a.m.

"No, not at all, but they owe me a little comp time," I said evenly. "I was kind of tired and didn't want to rush in this morning. We haven't anything pressing on my schedule today. Tea?"

"Whatever," Phil said, picking up a piece of toast, scraping the unmelted butter off. "Still trying to make me fat, I see," he muttered derisively.

I poured tea into the cup I had prepared for him. "And cream in my coffee to make me fat as well."

He pushed the cup away, and I felt my heart sink, that my plans would not work.

"Hon, just this once, enjoy a little cream in your tea.," I said. "You've been exercising so much lately. You deserve a little pleasure this morning."

He reluctantly took the cup from my hand in a way that made clear that he thought me incapable of setting it down without making a mess. I pretended to ignore him as he drank it. He drank the whole thing down, and pushed the empty cup toward me. He seemed on the verge of saying something, but sat silent and stared fixedly ahead.

I set the timer on the microwave for 60 seconds. I opened my iPad, pushed the timer button and began reading from the screen, slowly and distinctly.

"You love me. You have always loved me. Every day, you love me more and more. Every day, you need me more and more. You have no complaints about me, because I am perfect in every way."

Seeing 44 seconds left, I continued at an even pace.

"Every day, you are pleased and delighted by me more and more. You trust me absolutely. You love to please me. You need to please me. You love for me to tell you what to do. There is nothing you would not do to please me. Every day, you are happier with me. Everything that pleases me is right."

I saw the number :23 on the microwave and picked up my speed, still speaking deliberately and clearly.

"You are for ***ing ,and you always want sex. Your body will change to please me more. You will grow as fat as I wish you. You will start smoking again. A lot. You will start drinking again. A lot."

There were :08 seconds left. I rushed the words.

"Whatever I want is what you want. Everything I do pleases you perfectly. You can deny me nothing, you have no will power. "

I finished just before the microwave timer dinged. Phil's eyelids closed. I put away my iPad, refilled Phil's teacup and sat back down. After a few minutes, a shudder passed through his body, he opened his eyes and asked me when I was going to leave.


"I'll just finish my tea."
"Well," he said, "don't rush off on my account."

I opened up my iPad and surfed the Web for specific pictures. I found an old 1960s advertisement showing a slender Mad Men-type hunk smoking a cigarette.

"Doesn't he look sexy, holding that cigarette, Phil?"

"You've got to be kidding," Phil replied.

"Of course, he's much too thin," I remarked, putting down the iPad and finishing my tea. I collected my briefcase and things, and headed for the door.

Phil got up to see me off, something he had never done before, not even when we were first married. He hugged me tightly, then looked a little confused.

"When will you be home?" he asked.

"Oh, about the usual time," I replied.

"Couldn't you come home just a little sooner?" he begged, as though he were afraid to be left alone, very out of character for Phil.

"If I can get off early, I will come straight home," I answered. As I leaned forward to kiss his cheek, he leaned away from me at first. Then, quite suddenly, his lips met mine and opened for a very passionate kiss. He looked at me with a yearning but confused expression on his face.

"Be good," I said and strode out of the door.

Keeping my mind on work was nearly impossible. At work, we were in a bit of a slack period that autumn. Nothing pressing or urgent to accomplish. About an hour early, I left for home, feeling very nervous. I wondered what I would find at home as I passed the corner shop, still deserted, dusty and desolate.

I walked in the door, yelling, "Honey, I'm home," in a sing-songy voice, reminding me of one of those 50s husbands greeting his little woman at the end of the day. That notion made me smile. I was the breadwinner after all, and my hubby existed only to serve me well. At least, that was my hope, that the witch-shopkeeper's potion had miraculously worked.

The place was neat and tidy. Generally, Phil had been leaving all the housework to me, then criticizing everything I did, so a clean house was a big change. A delicious smell wafted from the kitchen, but I did not at first see my husband until I looked through the window on the kitchen door.

He was sitting on the back porch diving into a big half-empty box of pastries. Hearing me, Phil put down a half-eaten cream puff and rushed to me, folding me in a loving embrace. He was wearing a tshirt and loose robe. I could feel he was wearing nothing underneath.

"Oh!" he exclaimed with excitement. I could feel his excitement beneath that robe, poking me as we hugged. This was certainly a big change in his attitude, and I felt a confident smirk upon my face. "I am so glad you were able to come home early."

"Well, I expect you to be my happy hubby," I say, tussling his hair, something which would have driven him into a rage before. He simply acted like a puppy being petted by a loving master - or rather, mistress.

He led me to the living room. "Please sit down," he said, pushing me gently into his recliner - the one he'd never let me sit in before. He sat in my lap, and I could feel his sharp bones poking into me, his hip bones, his ribs even. I moaned from the discomfort.

"You're so skinny and bony, Phil" I said in the kind of critical tone he once used on me. He looked at me like a whipped puppy, and I felt badly, so I added, "I am glad you are eating lots of pastries, so maybe you can grow a fatter and softer and not hurt me so much."

"I will do as you say, Carrie," he said, standing now and leaning over and kissing me very passionately. "I will eat more and more to grow chubby and please you."

He then ran off to the kitchen, returning with a martini for me. He got down on his knees in front of me, removing my shoes and massaging my feet while I sipped my martini. I felt like I was in seventh heaven as the afternoon shifted slowly to evening, and the shadows moved about the room as the sky darkened outside.

"Something smells heavenly. What are you cooking?" I asked as he finished massaging my feet, then got my slippers and led me to the kitchen table. He sat down in the chair facing me across the table.

"It's your favorite, roast beef with asparagus and baby carrots," he said, looking deeply into my eyes. He sat back, lit a cigarette and said, "I missed you so much!" blowing a big smoke ring over my head. I did not comment on the cigarette, but a little shock must have crosssed my face. He took my hand in his and remarked, "Oh, I could never give up smoking. I have absolutely no will power at all."

"I didn't marry you because of your will power," I said and reached forward to caress his cheek. "You look very handsome this evening."

"Speaking of will power," he said, getting up suddenly and crossing the room, "I haven't been able to keep out of the Halloween candy. I hope I have enough left for our little ghosts and goblins tonight."

Just then, the doorbell rang, and we heard kids yelling outside the door, "Trick or treat!"

(This story is an homage to anonymous classic "Peggy's New Life."

(more to come)

Bewitched and Fattened 2
Carrie places Phil under the spell with the magic potion, and at least for now, everything seems to be going her way as her hubby begins to transform into a nice compliant subservient man.

Not for tender innocent easily-disturbed readers.  Contains a lot of Halloween magic, along with a fattening husband who becomes basically a f*cktoy for his wife.  If you find such things disturbing, please go elsewhere, and find what makes you happy.
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Your Fun Size Horror Story!
A 100-word horror story for Halloween
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You cannot halt your gluttony!

From their bowl, the Fun Size candies tempt you,  “Eat us, Tubby!”

“Leave me alone!” you scream, unable to stop gobbling them down.

“Never, Fatso! Eat!”

“Oh my gawd,” you moan with pleasure, decadent chocolates filling your mouth.

“Soon, you’ll be Fun Size like us,” they chortle.

Your waistline thickens.  The candy bowl magically refills. As if possessed, your hands reach for more candies.

“I don’t want to get fat!”

“Fat is fun! Eat up, Chubs!”

Just then, your pants seams split. A shirt button pops off.  Your new potbelly bulges obscenely, filled with fun.

Your Fun Size Horror Story!
A magically refilling candy bowl and talking candy bars conspire to fatten you up!

I thought the earlier version was a bit tame, considering that Halloween should be scary.  And what's more scary than losing control of your appetite -- and growing fat!

Here is a cautionary tale for anyone sitting near a candy bowl right now!  You'd better move away while you still can.

You know you are food-addicted when chocolate starts talking to you, and when you can't stop listening to its tempting pleas.  I have some Crunch and Milky Way fun size bars right here, and what? They seem to be saying something to me:  "Eat, eat, eat, Tubs!"

(A revision of an earlier version of this, changing the third-person to second-person to make it a bit more terrifying for those whose fears include losing control of their appetites and growing nice and fat.)
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Chapter 1
Halloween Gift for Phil

Phillip was always finding fault with everything I did. It didn't matter what it was, he saw everything in such a negative light. We were having problems.

My name is Carrie, and Phil is my husband. He seemed particularly critical of me. Not a day went by without him finding something wrong with me, with what I was doing, or what I had done. There was how I dressed, how I walked, how I made love. In fact, our love life had grown almost non-existent due to Phil's complaints. The list of my faults grew, and each new offense reminded him or my other failures, my personal failings which he had so carefully memorized and catalogued to use against me daily.

He had really been down since losing his job last year when the factory he worked at moved to Mexico. Now, not being the provider, instead of making him grateful for my job and money, it made him bitter and even a frequent complainer. On top of all this, he had gone on a fitness regimen - not that he needed it! Despite my wanting a man with a bit more meat on his bones, Phil had lost weight since our marriage, and now, he was exercising and dieting. He'd even quit smoking and drinking beer and other alcohol - habits which I found made him more endearing and human-like.

More and more, he was turning into a loathsome creature who sought no pleasures, nor wanted any - especially in bed. I tried to please him in all the usual feminine ways - fancy lingerie, oral sex, being on top, dangling my breasts in his face. Nothing helped. He was like a skinny mean monk, troll or ogre - critical of all in his life, unable to experience the pleasures of life.

He even started mentioning that he wanted a divorce. Our life together was a real mess. I tried doing everything I could think of to make things better, but nothing seemed to help.

The day before Halloween, I stopped on my way home from work at a little gift shop which had just opened on the corner near my job. This corner shop had been empty for years, and it was great to see that a new business had moved in.

As I walked in the door, sinister chimes rung out. I saw that this little shop was kind of a throwback to the hippy-dippy days of the 60s, a lot of buddah statues, peace signs, incense, candles, tshirts, teas and more than a little bit of stuff from the occult. In fact, there seemed to be a few special displays with Halloween themes of witchcraft and devils.

I was looking through a shelf of curios and little gifts, thinking of buying my disagreeable husband something beautiful or interesting or masculine, maybe a silver ring or book or a dragon or horse statue. I hoped I could find something to improve his moodiness, at least for a day or two.

As I looked through the books and trinkets, I kept imagining Phil saying disparaging things about each item I pondered. Trying to get a gift for someone so disagreeable was quite depressing. I was just about to give up and leave.

Just then, the shopkeeper came up quietly behind me, and I shivered in shock when she whispered in my ear, "Is there anything I can show you, ma'am?"

I turned to see a stunning tall sleek woman with dark hair. She was wearing an extremely detailed witch's costume. It was more than your usual Halloween costume. It looked like it had been specially designed for her, and it hugged her voluptuous curves. Even in the dim lighting of the shop, her eyes burned brightly as she looked at me intently, waiting for what seemed like minutes for me to speak.

"W-W-W-well, I don't know," I stuttered, still shocked at how she suddenly appeared behind me. "I am looking for something for my husband. He's been in a bad mood for a while and I wanted to find something to improve his outlook."

"Ah, I see," she said kindly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I see a lot of women with that objective in mind. There are so many moody husbands in this world. How much were you looking to spend?"

"If it would work," I said with a sigh, "there would be no price too high, but I'm really just looking for something simple and inexpensive."

"Very sensible," she said. "Come with me, and I will show you something inexpensive that will improve his outlook on life."

I followed him over to the corner of the shop, where there were hundreds of little bottles with curious labels. They reminded me of old fashioned apothecary bottles. She took one from the shelf and held it out to me. "This," she said, "will allow you to change your husband's outlook."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's really very simple," he replied. "You must add this to your husband's morning coffee or tea tomorrow. You must do this on Halloween! When he drinks it, he will fall into a kind of trance for exactly one minute. When you speak to him, he will hear you and when he wakes, in about five minutes, he will not recall that you have spoken to him or that any time has passed. He will nevertheless change her views and behavior to conform to what you said to her."

"I am not sure I understand," I said doubtfully. "What do you mean he will conform to what I have said?"

"I mean just this," she said with a wave of her hand over top of the bottle. "If you tell him that he thinks you are perfect, he will never again be able to find a single fault in you. If you tell him that he desires you, he won't be able to restrain his lust for you. If you tell him he is too thin, he will grow fat as you want him."

It was as if she had read my mind. I had always wanted Phil to grow a little belly, but he had remained a stickler for staying thin and proper, and I felt his rigorous diet had just made him even more of a sourpuss than ever. In fact, I always thought if I could get him to eat, he would be more satisfied with life. Plus, I wanted him to grow a belly. This was my secret, and I wondered how this witchy shopkeeper had known this.

"Grow fatter?" I asked coyly, trying to sound shocked at the idea, as if I had never imagined such a thing. "Why would I want that?"

"Well, a lot of women want their men to grow fatter," she said, her mouth forming a sinister twist as her eyes danced an evil waltz.

I was lost in thought for a moment, imagining Phil growing a big beer belly and even starting to smoke again for me. I was gazing absently into the smoky incense of the shop for what seemed hours. Finally, the shopkeeper cleared her throat to bring me back to reality.

"You mean that I can tell him to become just like I want and it will become so?" I asked, still doubtful.

"For one minute and one minute only," she replied. "You can only use this once on him, and whatever you say, he will become. So, be careful what you wish for, for you will get it. I suggest you think about it well, write down what you are going to say, practice saying it and time your delivery. You cannot take more than 60 seconds. When he wakes, everything you have said will come gradually to pass."

"How much does it cost?" I asked, doubtful this time if I could afford it.

"As you asked," she said with a smile, "it is inexpensive: only $20."

"I'll take it." I said, offering her a $50 bill. "Keep the change."

"Remember," she repeated. "You must tell Phil all that you desire on Halloween, and you only have 60 seconds."

After leaving the shop, my mind whirled. I kept thinking of things I wanted to say to Phil, wondering how many of them I could say in just one minute. I was so engrossed in thinking about this, that I was two blocks away before I realized that the shopkeeper had said "Phil" even though I had never said my husband's name.

Curious, I turned back toward the shop, but something seemed different as I approached it. The corner shop was closed, dusty, dark, with broken windows, exactly as it had been before its recent opening. Maybe I was on the wrong corner? No. Where was the shop, the curios, the shopkeeper-witch.

I had no idea what this all meant, but soon my thoughts returned again to the potion I had bought and the directions for using it. I knew that I had to be careful, precise, logical, and thorough.

I bought some flowers and some steaks at the local supermarket and then went straight home. Phil had never been the romantic type, and so the flowers went unnoticed. I cooked the steaks with potatoes. Immediately after eating, Phil went to the living room and started doing pushups and crunches in the floor while watching an exercise show on the TV.

I did the mountain of dishes in the sink, tidied up the kitchen and joined Phil in the living room. All evening, I thought of things to say. I pretended to do work I had brought home on my iPad, but all the while, I was deciding what to say and how to say it. I typed as Phil worked out, and I thought to myself, "Yes, he needs to exercise because soon, I am going to make him into the kind of man I have always desired, and exercise will be the last thing on his mind."

To get my timing right, I figured I would practice in the morning before Phil got up.

The next morning, I got up earlier than usual. I revised my notes from the evening's work. I practiced them quietly while I made a simple breakfast and a fresh pot of Earl Grey tea - Phil's favorite. When I heard him stirring, I poured the contents of the little bottle into his teacup, added cream and waited for him to arrive.

(More to come, of course. I started this as an homage to the BBW anonymous weight gain classic "Peggy's New Life."  At some point in the writing and editing, this story took on a life of its own and grew along with Phil's waistline.)

Bewitched and Fattened 1
Overly-critical slender hubby is in for a heck of a Halloween after wife buys a potion from an enchanting shopkeeper. Not for tender innocent easily-disturbed readers.  Contains a lot of Halloween magic, along with a fattening husband who becomes basically a f*cktoy for his wife.  If you find such things disturbing, please go elsewhere, and find what makes you happy.
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Still seeking my lost story "Cory and Geoffrey"... If you copied it or downloaded it, please send me a copy.  Please...
Please help me!

I am still seeking anyone who may have a copy of my story "Cory and Geoffrey".  The dA folks removed it from this site, calling it pornographic.  If you have a copy or downloaded it, please send it to me. It was my only copy.  I did not save it anywhere else, and I would love to "sanitize" and repost it here -- plus, post the more explicit version elsewhere.

I have put most of my works in storage, and I am slowly going through the process of "cleaning" them up to meet dA's standards.

I hate self-censorship, but I do think there are many who enjoy this type of story.  Plus, the discipline of writing these without explicit sex is quite a challenge.  And as a writer, I love this kind of challenge.

Also, I found a very interesting article on stuffers!  Most who read and enjoy my works will enjoy this as well:

www.vocativ.com/underworld/sex…
  • Listening to: "Fat Man Polka"
  • Reading: Kama Sutra
  • Watching: Food Network
  • Playing: Uhm, playing with what, oh, no, not that!
  • Eating: Eclairs
  • Drinking: Cinnamon-flavored coffee.

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Please help me!

I am still seeking anyone who may have a copy of my story "Cory and Geoffrey".  The dA folks removed it from this site, calling it pornographic.  If you have a copy or downloaded it, please send it to me. It was my only copy.  I did not save it anywhere else, and I would love to "sanitize" and repost it here -- plus, post the more explicit version elsewhere.

I have put most of my works in storage, and I am slowly going through the process of "cleaning" them up to meet dA's standards.

I hate self-censorship, but I do think there are many who enjoy this type of story.  Plus, the discipline of writing these without explicit sex is quite a challenge.  And as a writer, I love this kind of challenge.

Also, I found a very interesting article on stuffers!  Most who read and enjoy my works will enjoy this as well:

www.vocativ.com/underworld/sex…
  • Listening to: "Fat Man Polka"
  • Reading: Kama Sutra
  • Watching: Food Network
  • Playing: Uhm, playing with what, oh, no, not that!
  • Eating: Eclairs
  • Drinking: Cinnamon-flavored coffee.

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Nakorurulez Featured By Owner 21 hours ago  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the fav!! *u*
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Thank you kindly for the watch.
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:thanks: for all the :+fav:'s :D
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Thanks so much for the favourite of my Kate Five pinup :) It really means a lot
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Thanks for the fave! :D
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Thanks for the watch!
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I thank you very much the fav:

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fortheloveofsweets Featured By Owner 6 days ago  New member Professional Writer
You're awesome. Sorry to hear about all your troubles as of late. I hope they get rectified and you can continue on! You were one of the first DA writers that I read that encourages me to make my own site. So Write On! :)
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growinluvhandles Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student Writer
I rarely reply to comments here, but I do have to tell you thanks for the encouragement.  If I encouraged you in any way, I suppose the time has come when you get a chance to repay me.  I feel a darkness about this whole thing, and I am trying to stay positive, but I question why anyone, especially on a site like this, would complain about one of my pieces of erotica, leading to its being deleted.  I felt that my works were safe here, and I had no other copy of that story, and now it's gone. Gone gone...

Anyway, thanks for your kind words.
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