Archive-name: Fetish/one_nite.txt Archive-author: 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. --