chapter 13

As summer came to an end, Morgan finished her last class and got her degree. Like Crystal before her, the big black gown hid the 200 pounds of her underneath. Then it was time for her to get a job. I helped with her job search, just like I had Crystal, and then helped her ace the interview. She was now the new junior buyer for a clothing line. Which, conveniently for Morgan, specialized in plus sizes. The girl's lease ran out, and they didn't have any interest in living together anymore, so they each got their own apartments. I could tell that they really didn't want to run into each other if they could help it, because they all found different apartment complexes to live in.

As fall progressed, so did Morgan's gaining. By the end of September, she weighed 220, and at Halloween she weighed in at 242 marvelous pounds. I had the same kind of conversation with her that I had with Crystal a few months before. Looking through her eyes at her mirror image, I admired what I had done with her figure, and how it differed from Crystal's. Crystal's fat had spread more or less evenly, with a pronounced belly. More of an apple shape. Morgan, though, was all pear. She had the round face, and her breasts had gone from a B cup to a D, but they still stood out in front of her modest belly. Her hips and thighs had picked up most of her weight. Her hips bulged out in an astonishing curve, with her thighs bulging out even farther. From the back, from the waist up she didn't look very fat, but right below the waist her butt was absolutely huge. I would have loved to grabbed hold of that massive backside, but Morgan wasn't going to allow that willingly, and I'm not into mind controlled rape.

Our conversation was much the same as it had been with Crystal. I told her that she'd been a lousy little hypocrite, and now she wouldn't have her hot body to use to get away with hypocrisy. She cried and told me how much she hated me, and that if she ever found me in person she'd scratch my eyes out. I believed her, and I was glad that she lived in a different apartment complex than I did.

The fall holidays led into Christmas, and I put on a little more weight, especially when I visited home. Mom's cooking always stuck with me. I guess Danny put on a little weight over the winter, too. When spring came, I found myself visiting the minds of Crystal and Morgan. Crystal was up to 260 pounds now. As I suspected, she had been too lazy to stick to a diet and exercise regimen. What surprised me was that the last 20 pounds was new relationship weight. She had a boyfriend now. I browsed through his mind and he was a confirmed chubby chaser. He was also a really nice guy. Crystal might have used her new hot fat body to manipulate him, using his chubby chasing desires. But she hadn't. I swept through her mind, and only a small part of her better behavior was due to my threat. No, she had discovered a really nice guy that loved her fat, and she realized that being with a nice guy and being able to eat what she wanted was the best of both worlds. Not only had she gained 20 pounds since they got together, but she put about 15 pounds on him.

Morgan didn't have a boyfriend, but she'd been promoted twice in her job. As a plus size girl herself, she found that she had a good eye for clothes that showed off the sexiness of big girls. She became an excellent buyer, and went from being the junior buyer to the lead buyer. She also gained weight over the winter. Her family had been shocked when they saw how big she was, but had accepted her as she was, without criticism. That lesson wasn't lost on Morgan, and she embraced acceptance of others. And left her hypocrisy behind her. And by March she was up to 275 pounds. Her butt was bigger than ever, to no surprise, but the last 25 or so pounds had finally ended up on her belly, making her truly a big, beautiful woman.

I found myself missing the fun of fattening a woman up. Of course, I would only fatten a woman up if she deserved it. Or wanted to be fattened up, which was a different proposition altogether. But the spring was well along, the weather was warm, and the complex's pool became a popular hangout on sunny days. On one Saturday afternoon, Danny and I had brought a cooler of beer down, and we were enjoying watching people, especially women, hang out, in all shapes and sizes. A pair of girls sat down a few lounges down from us. They weren't painfully thin, they had some curves, although not enough for my taste. Danny, though, thought they were gorgeous. "Hey, Tommy," he said, "let's see if we can get something going with them." I wasn't all that keen on the idea, but I'd always been willing to play wing man for Danny, so I agreed. We picked up our cooler and walked over to them.

"Hi," Danny started. "I'm Danny and this is Tommy. Would ladies mind some company?" The girls looked at us, then looked at each other with a little smirk, then looked back at us, still with the smirk.

"You're joking, right?" said one of them. "We do have standards, you know. And you fat boys don't meet our standards. Now, take your fat asses and go find some fat assed girls to hang out with."

The other girl gave a little snort. "You're out of your league here, boys. Now do as she says, and go hang out with your own kind."

Danny and I didn't say a word. We picked up our cooler and walked back to our lounges. "Wow," Danny said. "What a couple of 100% bitches. It would serve them right to put on some weight themselves and see how they like getting looked down on."

I looked over at them, with their smug looks on their pretty faces. I knew that it was time for me to put them in their places. Time for them to learn a lesson. "You never know, Danny. It could happen. If it did, it would be fat justice, wouldn't it?"