It was Krystal Brecht, she was an old girlfriend of mine. I still
recall the break up. It was cold. She was cold. Turned out she
needed somebody to get her into the Greenwood Country Club, and my
folks had a membership. Once she'd gotten in there, she had made it
her job to get noticed by my buddy Vermillion Abercrombie, IV.
Everyone knew the Abercrombies were richer than God, and the fact that
his cock was almost 9 inches long didn't hurt.
She explained this all to me while I was down on my knees eating her
pussy. She went on to explain that she wasn't going to let me stick
my tiny six inch cock in her ever again because it brought her no
pleasure at all. She had faked every orgasm, my cock just was too
short to reach her g-spot. She pulled her panties and hiked down her
skirt, and left me kneeling in the Club Gardens behind the party tent.
Her last words to me were to go brush my teeth, as my mouth smelled
like a douche bag, and that I could leave now as Vermy was driving her
home.
Now she was naked wearing only her Prada bag and shoes. She did look
hot. I decided that if she liked guys with bigger cocks and bigger
wallets that maybe she should be a bit bigger too.
Ever seen a Rubens painting. Ever hear of a fat lady being called
Rubenesque. Well, as I slowly wished more and more pounds added to her
frame, Krystal went from svelte to plus size to Rubenesque and was now
rapidly approaching Freak Show-sized.
Her leather shoes had split and crumbled into dust are her expanding
mass. The folds of fat folded over her waist and belly. She waddled
into the nearest doorway. It looked like she might be stuck. I was
curious to see what would happen. The store was Gucci and carried both
male and female designer products. I wished she was inside. When I
reached the store, she was in the back surrounded by a cadre of
clerks. I noticed the brushed aluminum and steel door frame was bent
and the glass shattered on either side of the glass door. My Krystal
was hefty.
I could see the imprints of her bare feet ground into the plush
carpet. I wondered exactly how much she weighed now. I stepped into
her footprint and felt the carpet shift. I looked at the edge of the
wall-to-wall carpet and saw that it had pulled away from the tack
strip. I then noticed the big crack in the marble entry step. I
almost laughed aloud. I glanced at her and overheard one of the men
say, "I don't think we have anything with enough fabric, except maybe
some curtains?"
"Oh, we could dress her up like Scarlet in Gone with the Wind!"
chortled a young shop girl eagerly. The others glared at her.
I strolled over to the men's accessories and appeared to be trying to
decide between a tri-fold or bi-fold leather wallet.
"Listen you, idiots, I don't know what happened, but it happened in
front of your store, so you people must be responsible. I was fully
clothed, and then I was naked, and then I started getting fatter and
fatter and fatter. Now change me back!" snapped Krystal.
"Calm down, ma'am, perhaps whatever you were wearing was too tight and
the seam split and it fell off. Improperly tailored garments -" began
the manager.
"I was wearing a Versace," she challenged.
"Perhaps you should go down the street to complain to them," he
challenged back.
"I've never heard of a Versace in larger than a size 8?"
"They make sheets, Vera, they probably just sewed a couple together.
Now be a dear, and get the drapes. The striped ones should be
slimming."
"I am not wearing draperies. Do you have a chair where I can sit
down," sobbed Krystal.