Chapter 30: "Big is Beautiful - Sometimes"

I awoke with a start and kicked off my covers. I had slept in the nude and, for a moment, didn't know where I was. The design of the door made it obvious that I was in the Asylum world. The X's on the calendar made it clear that it was move-out day for me. My one battered suitcase was already packed. A checklist with everything checked off on my nightstand made it clear that all the paperwork was completed. All I had to do was shower, dress, eat breakfast, and then go down to the lobby to wait to get picked up. I wondered if my shower was the last time I would ever shower in the Asylum. Perhaps not. A written job offer lay on my nightstand asking me to consider going to nursing school and working part-time at the Asylum. The doctor said the Asylum would pay for my training if I would commit to working there for a minimum of five years after completing training. I would receive room and board at the Asylum without cost. I hadn't decided yet.

I went to the dining hall for my last breakfast there and ate nervously. I took longer than usual. When I came back to my room, Nurse Dot had dropped by with two extra bowls of rice and beans. I had never stopped her doing this.

"Whoever let out my two pinafores did a good job. They're both exactly the same size. They both actually feel a little loose."

"The looseness was deliberate. Both of your pinafores are now a British size 20, or an American size 18. Remember that size difference if you ever buy a dress made in the United States."

"Why let out my dresses to a bigger size than I need?"

"It was my decision. I'm quite convinced that you'll expand at least another size after moving in with your benefactor. Time to go to the lobby. Maybe your benefactor is already waiting."

"I just call him Charles. Childhood friend of the family."

Nurse Dot and I went downstairs to the lobby. Nurse Dot lugged my suitcase for me. I've seen her drag pieces of furniture up the stairs occasionally when the freight lift stopped working. Charles was waiting for me.

"Lovely to see you again after all these years! Shall we go?" Charles offered me his arm and led me outside. I waived goodbye to Nurse Dot.

As Charles loaded my suitcase into the carriage, I sensed him looking me up and down. For the moment I was flattered. I thought I was exactly what upper-middle-class Victorian gentlemen wanted.

Charles made polite small talk in the carriage as the two horses drew us to his home near the campus of Christ Church College. Upon arrival, he grabbed my suitcase and took my hand to help me down. He led me into his home and offered me a seat while he went to the kitchen to make some tea. I sensed some discomfort on his part.

"Is there anything wrong, Charles?"

Charles hesitated and went back into the kitchen to attend to the tea. He came out a few minutes later with a cup of hot tea for both of us. He sat in the chair directly in front of me. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"I'm astounded at how plump and rounded you've become."

Remembering what Nurse Dot had told me, I was certain that this was a compliment. High praise. With a big grin, I stood up and slowly turned around in my dress to let Charles see all of me. I sat down and leaned forward to let my breasts hang forward in my dress. I knew very well that they would hang almost to my knees if I positioned my legs just right. I wanted to show off what I had. I wanted to let Charles see what he would be soon be showing off to his friends. What Victorian gentleman would not enjoy showing off a ladyfriend as buxom as me? Charles, it turned out, was also eying the roll below my waist which was prominently outlined in my dress.

"I had always hoped that someday that you would outgrow your childhood pudginess," said Charles.

Now he had my attention. "What?" I stammered. An ice-cold chill went down my spine. All the pride I felt in my voluptuous proportions just drained out of me. Had I deliberately rounded out only to end up regretting it?

"You look lovely. I just hadn't expected you to be so...chubby."

Normally I would have considered the word "chubby" a compliment. A synonym for "voluptuous," "sensuous," and "sexy." I'm sure my shoulders slumped. I was caught totally by surprise. After an uncomfortable silence that I'm sure was actually no more that ten seconds at the most, I answered him.

"I thought chubbiness was considered attractive."

"In the upper and professional classes, I suppose it is. I've never felt comfortable around the affluent. You probably remember that from childhood."

"You would find me more attractive if I were thin?"

"I would settle for just normal or average."

"I look pretty awful skinny. I speak from long experience."

"When have you ever been skinny?" asked Charles.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out the few photographs that I possessed. All were taken in the Asylum. They were group photos.

"I'm the tiny one dead center in the front row in this photograph." I handed it to Charles. "That was taken one month before you began paying for my food.

"I don't see you anywhere in the photograph," said Charles. I got up and pointed myself out. "That can't have been you!" exclaimed Charles. "The face is much too different."

"That was me. Ugly, wasn't I? I was slowly starving to death on the standard unpaid food portion of three bowls of porridge a day. If you didn't have someone paying for your food, that's what you got. I probably would have died in a couple of months if you finally hadn't found me."

"Why you couldn't have been anything more than skin and bone!"

"The Asylum administrator panicked and put me on a diet of at least five bowls of rice and beans per day plus all those care packages you sent me. He assumed when he saw the two pinafores that that was the size you expected me to be when you came to pick me up. Nurse Dot was ordered to fatten me up by at least three stone. I was eighty-five pounds when I started getting extra food. That was three months ago."

Charles looked me up and down in amazement. He led me into his study which had a dusty old sliding weights scale just like the one in the medical office at the Asylum.

"I just have to know. I'm astounded that you were eight-five pounds three months ago."

I was, of course, quite eager to strip in front of him to show off what I had. I took my shoes off first. I pulled my pinafore up over my head. I unclasped my bra letting it suddenly pop off letting my breasts drop and pop outwards a bit. I felt my breasts bounce at least twice. Charles looked like he was about to faint as he eyed my breasts. I pulled down my granny panties exposing my fat half-moon-shaped bulging tum. My breasts, butt, and tum all jiggled as I pulled my panties over my feet and draped them on a chair.

"I hope you don't mind a girl having a tum that sticks out." I pinched together two inches of flesh right below my belly button. "This tum is here to stay."

I stepped on Charle's scale and moved the sliders to 155. Nothing. No movement. I slowly slid the pounds weight up and the scales balanced at a little bit above 160."

"Let's call it 161," I said. "All this in ninety days. I have stretch marks." I pointed to the faint but visible marks on my breasts, hips, butt, and tum. "I put this weight on quick and I enjoyed putting it on. I couldn't take being a bag of bones anymore. I couldn't take being little Miss Flatsie anymore. I couldn't take having an ugly narrow face."

Charles, a mathematics teacher, slowly looked me up and down.

"Nine more pounds and you would have doubled your weight. About seventy-five pounds in ninety days. That takes effort."

"Yes, it did. It took a lot of effort. Extra at every meal. Two bowls of rice and beans right before going to bed. All the candy in your care packages. I remembered the women you dated when I was a child. Every single one of them was a big buxom type. Round face, big breasts, big hips, big butt. Big plump girls. I wanted to be just like them. As big, plump, rounded, and buxom as I could manage in 90 days. Mostly I wanted the breasts."

"You did this all for me?"

"Yes."

Charles stood there eying my entire body up and down. My face, my breasts, my hips, my butt.

"You're quite shapely for a girl who's obviously overweight."

I had won. I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. I stepped off the scales and turned sideways to Charles for a profile view. I cupped my hands underneath my breasts and bounced them gently.

"Big, jiggly breasts that stick out straight look good in a dress, don't they?"

I cupped my hands under my bulging tum right below the belly button and bounced it, too. I was still grinning. My fat, bulging tum helped to emphasize my waistline.

"I still have a waist."

I patted my hips, pressed into the fat on them, and ran my hands up and down along the curvature of my hips.

"Big, wide hips look good in a dress, too."

I turned my back to him and lifted up my butt in both hands. And then I let it drop. I could feel my butt bounce. I grabbed handfuls of flesh on my backside and squeezed. Then I lifted my butt up again and dropped it. I loved the feel of my butt bouncing.

"And look at my butt. It bounces when I walk. I thought you liked big girls. Round-faced girls. So I wanted to be one. A big, plump, buxom lass with sweeping, rounded fleshy curves. Maybe 180 pounds. Maybe even 200 pounds. As long as I still had an easily visible waist."

Charles looked me up and down and sighed, but it was a sigh of resignation. I could tell that he was okay with my body.

End of Chapter 30

This story is based on the characters created by American McGee. EA (Electronic Arts) owns the copyrights.