Archive-name: Fetish/one_nite.txt

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Archive-title: One Night





Susan was a woman who did everything right. She went to the right school, got

the right job, owned the right car, and had the right friends. That last part

was her downfall. All of her life she was very careful that everyone she

associated with was a perfect as she was. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, a

perfect wardrobe shown off by a perfect figure, size 6. She had no use for,

nor room in her life for, people who weren't perfect, or could help her. As a

result of this, she did well in a material sense, but she had no real friends

or lovers. "You use me, and I'll use you," was the creed of her associates.

She was vacationing in Cancun when she first saw Mark. He was perfect. Wavy

black hair, classic face, and an atheletes body. They talked for a while and

she discovered that he was well-read, sensitive and funny. Yet, there was a

sadness about him, as if he had had a great tragedy in his life. Susan found

him irresistible. They danced and then went back to his room and made love.

It was heaven! He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, to caress her.

His kisses made her swoon and she squealed like a giddy teenager when he

entered her. The next morning they made love again. After breakfast, they

went to a remote beach and swam in the nude. She had never made love outdoors

before. The possibility of imminent discovery was very erotic. They swam some

more and then made love on the steps of a Mayan ruin. As he thrust wildly

into her, she swore she heard drums and felt hundreds of unseen eyes watching

them as they writhed in primeval lust. Each orgasm was more intense and

intoxicating than the last. She felt like a primitive, sacrificing her purity

to appease and entertain the gods. Finally, it was over. The sun was setting,

bathing them and the ruins in an unearthly glow. One more time they kissed.

It was time to go back to the hotel. Mark had seemed so happy all day, now

that faint look of sadness had colored his eyes again. He got dressed without

looking at Susan. She put on her bandeau. Odd; it seemed a bit snug. Then she

slid into her jeans. It was a struggle to get them over her hips, then she

could barely zip them! She was confused. Had they shrunk? No, the slight

bulge of flesh around the waist verified her darkest fear. She had grown! She

must have gained 5 lbs! She turned to Mark. What was going on? Mark was

staring at her lustfully ... dressed as a Mayan! That was only for an

instant. Mark was looking at her with that same curious mix of love and

sadness, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. She thought she was hallucinating,

but her clothes still fit like skin. Of course she HAD been eating more than

usual on this trip. Her Mayan vision must have been her imagination, helped

by some tequila. "Let's go to dinner," he said. She smiled and took his hand.

Suddenly, she was very hungry. Susan was a bit uncomfortable on the flight

home. Her clothes were very snug, but that didn't stop her from having

seconds and thirds of her dinner. The flight attendants had never seen

someone enjoy airline food so much. Susan felt wonderful. For the 2 weeks she

spent with Mark, she ate, slept and made love until she was more completely

sated than she had ever been in her life. She was sure she would drop these

12 lbs as soon as she got back to her job. The next morning she was late for

work because she had overslept. The bed had just felt TOO warm and cozy to

leave it when the alarm went off. Besides, she had the urge to make herself a

good breakfast. She hadn't done it in years and had forgotten how long it

could take. Still, it is the most important meal of the day, so a stack of

pancakes with syrup disappeared before she left. The ride to work was also

interesting. She had never really paid attention to all the handsome men she

saw along the way. She was especially attracted to the big, burly men with a

bit of a paunch and hairy bodies. She knew she was changing. At that moment

her car swerved. She could have sworn she saw Mark dressed as a Mayan,

standing on the meridian and waving. When she blinked, he was gone. Cathy,

the office bitch, commented that she had put on a few pounds and they all

stared when Susan took a Danish off the coffee cart. In the 10 years she had

worked there, no one had seen anything but celery sticks in her hand. Susan

had trouble concentrating at work. Her mind was filled with an image of a

mountain lake, and a cabin with smoke rising from the chimney. She couldn't

figure it out. She had never been to such a place. Finally, lunch time rolled

around. She planned to eat at the salad bar down the block. On the way, she

passed a tavern, a simple shot-and-beer kind of place. An intoxicating aroma

of fresh cheeseburgers, fries, and sausage and peppers filled her lungs. She

was ravenous! With only a slight hesitation, Susan sat down at the bar and

ordered a beer, absently munching on the bowl of pretzels in front of her.

She noticed this man playing pool, who resembled a bear more than anything

else. He was so big and muscular and hairy. Such a man once would have turned

her off, now she couldn't keep her eyes off him. She rubbed her now-soft

thighs together as her sexual excitement heightened. Susan didn't return to

work that day. She spent the afternoon shooting pool with Glen. They left the

bar around 8pm and went to her condo. It turned out that Glen was a rancher

from Idaho who had come to town for a training session for the new computer

he had bought for his ranch. When they got to her place she told him to fix

himself a drink and she went to her bedroom to get comfortable. She had to.

Her clothes were so tight she could barely breathe. Susan reached to unbutton

the waist of her skirt and the button just popped off, pushed out by a very

well rounded tummy. Suddenly the room was bathed in a blue glow. Susan turned

and gasped. Mark was standing there, DRESSED AS A MAYAN! He spoke. "Susan,

you have been blessed or cursed, it is up to you. Your heart was a small,

shriveled thing, but it is growing as your body is growing. Accept love in

your heart and you will find happiness. Reject it and be miserable for the

rest of your days. That man outside sees the real you, the loving Susan, find

her .... find her ... find her." His image began to fade. She looked at

herself in the mirror. There was a peacefulness about her that she had never

seen before. At that moment Glen entered the room. She saw his reflection in

the mirror. He was looking at her with such devotion. No man had ever looked

at her that way. So kind, so generous, so caring. She was falling in love

with him! But there was more! She was growing! Susan felt herself EXPANDING!

Her blouse was soon so tight that she could scarcely breathe. Relief came as

the buttons popped off one by one and the blouse ripped up the back and

around the sleeves. Her skirt literally shredded before her eyes as her hips,

ass and stomach ballooned to incredible size. She felt so ... different.

Massive, thick, ponderous. By now, her stomach was a huge ball of fat

sticking way out in front of her. She could feel herself beginning to hunch

over as her breasts grew bigger, fatter ... HEAVIER. She felt like a baby

elephant as she tried to move to the bed to lie down. She couldn't believe

it. In spite of what was happening to her, she felt happy, and VERY HORNY.

Susan never made it to the bed. She could feel her now naked body growing

bigger and fatter by the minute. She could actually hear the floor creaking

under her increasing bulk. By now she looked like one of those fertility

statues; obscenely huge ass, massive tits supported by a rotund stomach, but

she was not only growing fatter but taller, too. She placed her hands on her

back in a vain attempt to support her exploding bosom, but it was hopeless.

In a grunt of rage and resignation she dropped to her hands and knees. She

was finally comfortable as her bloated breasts splayed out fatly in all

directions, on the floor. She struggled to stand up, but she couldn't. She

was just TOO FAT! Then, she remembered Glen. At first she couldn't see him,

but she knew where he was. She could feel his erect penis pressed against her

plump vulva; her plump, DRIPPING vulva. she felt him enter and she welcomed

it, mooing contentedly as he did. Susans body shuddered as Glen thrust into

her. Her great folds of fat rippled like Jello. Again and again she seemed to

turn inside out as her body exploded into another soul-searing orgasm. Glen

was also wild with lust. He had never made love to anyone so BIG! She was a

human featherbed; soft and yielding. He seemed to float on top of her. Seeing

her fleshy back ripple made him harder than he had ever been in his life.

This was FANTASTIC! the room echoed with their screams as they climaxed

together. The next morning Susan awoke, feeling as if she had a hangover. She

felt strange. She felt ... tiny. She looked at herself. She was back to a

slim size 6! Had this been a dream? No; Glen was sleeping next to her. He

awoke and smiled at her, then he also looked puzzled. He also wondered if it

was a dream. Finally, Susan understood the spiritual message. She got out of

bed, went to the kitchen and made a big breakfast. The smell of coffee

brought in Glen, still naked. Susan rubbed some maple syrup on him and slowly

licked it off. Glen took food and stuffed it into her mouth. More and more

until her cheeks puffed out. Between gulps she whispered," Yes darling. Stuff

me. Make me fat. I want to be fat. I NEED TO BE FAT!" When she couldn't eat

another bite, he put her on her hands and knees and fucked her until she

swooned. "Baby, I'm going to take you back to my ranch ... as my wife. Then

I'm going to stuff you like a hog, and breed you like a mare." At those

words, Susan squealed in a wonderful orgasm. They were married and Susan

quickly grew plump. She got even larger once the babies started to come. They

lived happily.                                                                                                   

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