Archive-name: Fantasy/ann-1-2.txt

Archive-author: Sarah Barndt

Archive-title: Ann's World - Part 1 and 2





   Sarah dressed as the doctor left the room. She couldn't

believe it! That bikini shoot in Malaysia had given her a

rare tropical disease. At first she was afraid she would die

from it, but the doctor said it was easily curable, but when

he told her the cure and it's side effects, she wished she

could die. The cure was simple enough. A small incision into

her neck and remove the infected portion of her pituitary

gland and she would be almost as good as new. The 'almost'

part was the killer. With part of the gland missing, her

metabolism would slow down and she would gain weight --- A

LOT of weight. This wouldn't do for a model. Actually, she

was now a former model since the medication had already put

13 pounds on her. She rubbed the soft belly that had once

rippled with muscle. The surgery was tomorrow. Soon this

barely noticable tummy would balloon into a basketball of

pure flab. A tear slid down her cheek.



  Sarah came to a groggy consciousness after the surgery.

She could feel the bandage on her neck. Oh no! as groggy as

she was, just moments after major surgery, she was hungry!

RAVENOUSLY HUNGRY!   Sarah stayed in the hospital for only 2

days. As expected her metabolic rate was slowing rapidly.

She found she was sleeping more, but also she had this

delightful feeling of peace, and inner calmness she hadn't

known since she was 13 and had begun her career as a model.

She went home concerned, but oddly hopeful of her future.

She was glad to be off the medication but she had still put

on 5 more pounds in the 2 days since the surgery. Her

clothes were tight; too tight. On the way home she stopped

in a mall to get some new things. Sarah was shocked. The

only things that fit were size 8! She had been a petite 6

only a month before! Even more surprising was the fact her

bra was now too small. She needed a 36B. The off the rack

clothes and the added fullness in her hips, chest and face

totally changed her look. She was still pretty, of course,

even beautiful, but that 'something special', call it

glamour, that makes a top model was gone. In an instant, she

knew what she had to do. She went to a beauty shop and had

her hair re-styled and returned to it's natural color. The

effect was astonishing. Gone was Sarah Lane, model. In her

place was Ann DeMarco, her real name.



   It felt good to be Ann again. Her last stop was the

supermarket. She filled her kitchen with all of the sights

and smells of an Italian kitchen, that she had known and

loved since she was a child. She prepared Veal Picante with

pasta she made herself. The meal was a transitional

experience for her. She had no financial worries, she had

only had this lose of power that came with leaving

modelling, but she would find a new way --- a new life that

would be more fullfilling than the old one. She looked

around. This was a big house and she was determined to fill

it with love and children.



  Sarah called Alan Weller. He was a man she had dated

seriously for a time. Actually, they had fallen in love, but

he wanted her to give up her career to be a fulltime wife

and mother. Worse, he had wanted her 'fill out a little and

look more like a real woman.' Sobbing, she told him about

her operation and, sheepishly, asked him if he still wanted

her. The happiness and sincerity in his voice when he said

'Yes!!' made Ann know to the depth of her soul, that she had

made the right decision. He told her to make him a special

meal because he was coming over tonight to 'do this right.'

She was trembling with excitement as she hung up the phone.

She was going to marry Alan. She was going to become a wife

and mother. Feeling silly, she stuffed a pillow under her

blouse to see how she would look pregnant. She looked

wonderful!  Ann put on a sexy dress, though she felt her

butt was looking too big to do it justice. Alan flew through

the door and crushed her in his powerful arms. She swooned.

Before she knew what was happening, he had placed a diamond

ring on her finger and asked her to marry him. She was

blubbering as she said YES!



  They flew to Las Vegas that night. Two days later, and

another 4 pounds heavier, Alan carried Mrs. Weller over the

threshold. Time passed happily for them both. Ann loved

cooking and keeping house and each evening they made sweet

love by the fire.  Ann was riding up and down on Alan's

stiff penis. It filled her! Her eyes were closed as she ate

a banana, her 40C bosom bouncing in unison, her soft, round

belly jiggling with each thrust. She was almost ready. He

was almost ready.  His penis erupted, filling her with hot,

sperm. She arched her back, her pink nipples hard and erect.

The climax ebbed, but she knew, she really knew, she had

been impregnated.



  Ann climbed off her mate and walked into the kitchen, her

wide womanly hips rolling seductively. She straightened her

shoulders against the weight of her breasts. This new

fullness agreed with her. She returned with some whipped

cream and slowly smeared it on her husband's love muscle. It

seemed like hours passed as she licked it off, but soon her

stud was hot and ready again. She was in a breeding frenzy

and only daily injections of semen would satisfy her. She

was ready and eager to bear her children.  Ann was on her

hands and knees, moaning lustily as Alan pumped into her.

Sweat glistened on her forehead, arms and shoulders. It was

dripping off her 42D tits as they slapped together in rhythm

to her husband's fucking. His big hands roamed all over her

full breasts and the bulge of her pregnant belly.



  Now four months along her nipples were fat and brown and

her vulva was plump, moist and inviting most of the day. She

opened her eyes to glance into the mirror on the wall.  She

looked wonderful; plump, round and well swollen with

motherhood. Her ass and thighs were jiggling happily. She

was contented.



  Today was Ann and Alan's first anniversary. She had just

finished nursing Deirdre and had expressed some extra milk

into bottles for the sitter. Dressed in her bra, slip and

pantyhose, she surveyed her post-baby figure. Her belly was

a soft, round ball sticking out from between wide, matronly

hips and balanced by a wide bottom. Her shapely legs had

thickened with plump thighs and meaty calves. She patted her

big tummy comfortably and could feel her upper arms jiggle a

bit. Her bra straps indented her fleshy shoulders as they

held up her milk-bloated 46DD breasts. At 154# she had

chubby cheeks and the beginnings of a double chin. Alan was

taking her to dinner to celebrate and she had to finish

dressing. The size 14 cocktail dress was new, but it seemed

snugger, especially in the hips, than when she bought it.

Her highly developed fashion sense told her that this dress

had been designed for a slender figure. She decided to shop

in Plus Size stores from now on. That way the clothes would

be better proportioned. Still, Alan liked clothes that

showed off her voluptuous curves as much as she liked having

them. After dinner, they were going to a hotel to make love

in private. She was ready to get pregnant again.



  Dierdre ran from the school into Ann's station wagon. Alan

jr. was sitting in a booster seat, while baby Lisa slept in

her carseat. Ann couldn't believe how much had changed in

the 5 years since her illness. None of her old friends would

have recognized her now that she weighed 227#. Apple cheeks

and a second chin had changed the woman who had once been

Sarah Lane. She had spent most of the last 5 years either

pregnant or nursing, and the doctor had just told her she

was pregnant again!



  They spent a quiet family weekend lounging by the pool and

barbecuing. Alan was grilling some ribs while read on the

chaise lounge. To celebrate the new baby, she gave Alan a

treat and wore a bikini. She rubbed some suntan lotion on

her big thighs. They now had folds at the knees and a bit of

cellulite on her hips. Her massive 52G bust covered her

torso from just below her collarbone to the top of her huge,

stretch marked belly. And they still bulged fatly under her

flabby upper arms. Alan couldn't stand it anymore. He

stopped cooking and came over to rub lotion on the vast bulk

of his wife. Ann knew the children were taking a nap so she

peeled off her overworked bikini bottom. Alan spread the

soft blubber of her thighs and gazed on her vagina. After 3

pregnancies and 115# her vulva had become a plump, bulging

mound that felt so good as he entered it. Ann moaned

contentedly and wrapped her legs around her man. She had to

be careful now that she weighed more than him. This was what

she wanted; a comfortable home, a good man, and a house full

of children. But she wasn't finished yet.



   After Alan was through riding his wife, she looked at him

tenderly and said, "Alan. I have been your wife for 5 years.

Borne you 3 children and am carrying another. I love and

adore you, but please, tell me what really happened when I

got sick." He was stunned, but not really surprised. "How

did you know?" he asked. "Alan, silly. There is no disease,

tropical or otherwise that turns a skinny, almost flat-

chested, woman into the swollen, topheavy baby factory that

I have become. You have a large stake in a drug company,

don't you? Come on. The truth." Alan was caught. He

explained how he arranged for her to be given a drug that

increased 'maternal instincts' and stimulated the entire

reproductive system. He had to. He wanted her so badly he

just had to. Anne looked at him devotedly. "It's OK, honey.

I have never been happier. I THANK you for doing this to me.

The reason I want to know is that I have an idea on how we

could make other women as happy as I. I want to start a

dress shop, but a different kind. Ordinary haut couture at

good prices in the front. But the secret is high fashion for

full figured and pregnant women, plus a social club in the

back. Now; if I could add that drug to the coffee ....."

Alan smiled. His wife wasn't just beautiful. She was a

genius.



                    

   Anne's World had been open for a month and was already a

huge success when Maryann Kahn came in for the first time.

The place was amazing. Gorgeous, slinky clothes and

accessories at great prices. She wiggled her lithe size 8

body into a spandex cocktail dress. hmm Maryann liked what

she saw. Maybe this would get a new boyfriend. Ed was

starting to bore her again. A salesgirl offered her a cup of

cappuchino.  It was excellent, but very different.



   The next week was very unusual for Delia. She was late

for work every day. This was because she was stopping at an

all-you-can-eat breakfast place. Her lunches were getting

long, too, and not just from eating. She wandered the mall

looking in maternity shops. Pregnancy still appalled her,

but she had the curiosity about it. Then she glanced in

FREDERICKS OF HOLLYWOOD and wondered if Mike would like her

in some sexy outfit. This was starnge. She hadn't even met

him yet. Friday afternoon she stopped by her favorite store,

La Petit Femme, to get a new bikini for the weekend. She

took a size 4 string bikini into the dressing room. It could

barely cover her! Strange. Her breasts bulged out of the

cups and the bottom kept riding up in her buttocks. She

asked a salesgirl to check her size. Wow! She had added an

inch to her waist and hips ... and two inches on her bust!

She was up to a size 6- regular. Delia had to try another

store. This one only sold petite sizes and she couldn't fit

in them anymore.



    On the way, she stopped at a 5&10 to check her weight.

Oh, dear. She had put on 6 pounds. That was a lot for her

5'1" frame. She went to another store a tried on a more

conservative 2 piece suit. It looked good on her. Suddenly,

she felt rather chesty and took a deep breath. It accented

her bosom nicely. She didn't look so bony anymore, and her

legs seemed shapelier, though her muscles had lost the

definition she had worked so hard to achieve. Try as she

might, she couldn't suck in the slight pot she had

developed. That was, of course, impossible because the pot

wasn't flab. Her uterus was enlarging. On the way home, she

bought a new bra- 34A.



    She arrived Friday evening at Maryann and Ed's house. In

the last week, Maryann had blossomed, with a full belly. She

caressed her belly at every opportunity and she noticed

Delia's more voluptuous form. Mike and Delia hit it off

right away. Since he was , like Ed, a feeder he really

enjoyed the way Delia was eating. That night, he slipped

into her room and didn't leave.



    After that weekend together, Mike decided to move to

town permanently. He met Delia for lunch every day, and each

evening was spent together as well. She began to show the

effects of all this pampering. Her boyish hips became wide

and womanly, while her buttocks grew round and protruding.

Her scrawny legs filled out into the kind of shapely gams

that you see in old movies, with plump thighs and meaty

calves. Her face filled out, too. The extra fullness

softened and rounded it, making her look years younger. The

most amazing change was to her bustline. As the weeks passed

and the pounds piled on, her breasts grew fuller, rounder

and heavier. 34A. 36B. Before she knew it, she was a buxom

38C. She let her hair grow out and wore sexier clothes to

better show off her new curves. 40D. Delia stood in front of

the mirror looking at the well-filled sweater. She couldn't

believe how BIG she was getting. It was around this time

that Delia was fired. All of the missed days and too long

lunches were more than her boss could take. She was crying

when she told Mike. He told her not to worry about a thing.

She moved in with him that day and became his mistress.



    Now that she was a lady of leisure, Delia spent more

time with Maryann. By now she was in her 7th month and a

happier pregnant lady you could not find. They spent their

days in the beauty parlor, shopping, or going to lunch. In a

month, this life had changed Delia froman independant career

woman, into a round, chubby nymphette. Mike took her to a

black tie dance at the country club. Her strapless gown

served up her 42DD boobs like a pair of cantaloupes. mmm She

loved being big and chesty. It pleased Mike. He took her

onto the terrace and gave her a ring. A DIAMOND RING! Delia

cried for joy. They were engaged. She delayed the wedding so

Maryann could give birth. Delia wanted her as matron of

honor.



    Delia looked radiant in her size 12 wedding gown, but

she was jealous of Maryann. She thought that she was more

beautiful with her plump cheeks, second chin and milk-

swollen bosom. Unconsciously, Delia ran her hand over her

own round belly. 'Soon,' she thought to herself, 'I'll look

that good.' She had taken a home pregnancy test this

morning. It was 

positive.



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