Sarah didn't know who the woman was. This stranger - heck, this strange house - were both alien to her. And yet...a small but growing part of her whispered that this was her home, and the woman was her "Momma". She looked down at her clothes again, and saw that the plain, ugly-looking sundress she'd slipped on, was belled about her...by her now swollen and globular form. Sarah was positively obese, yet though she wanted to panic and scream, that tiny yet growing kernel inside her told her that this wasn't fat, but armor. Holy armor that would keep the groping hands of lustful men at bay.
Sarah tried to remember who lived in this house, but nothing came to mind. She'd occasionally seen the woman as she drove by, but was totally unaware that she'd had a daughter. The hedges were high, the backyard surrounded by a high fence, and nobody from this home attended her school.
But...Sarah's mind was now slowly being infiltrated by new memories. Now overwhelming, as this girl had been a very meek and passive person, but slowly growing to the point that the girls memories were becoming jumbled with her own. Sarah now knew that the woman she identified as "Momma" was actually Miriam Lester, and that she was now Sarah Lester. The reason she'd never known the woman had a daughter, was because she was...oh, son-of-a-bitch...
Miriam Lester was (in Sarah's opinion) a crazy woman! A religious nutcase who'd once been sexually assaulted, and now felt that all Devils (what she called men) were possessed by Father Satan. Only through the Mother Eve (Miriam was sort of a Neo-Christian Feminist with Wicca and Kabbalah influences) could a girl be kept safe, and Miriam had taken her beliefs to the next level, having raised her daughter in such a way that she'd always be safely out of the clutches of Father Satan and his Devils.
Sarah looked down, and realized that part of this...had involved home schooling her daughter...and overfeeding her to ensure that she'd be obese. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror - at the swollen, globular girl in the plain dress and thick glasses - and realized that she felt...safe in her fat. That though she was over 450 lbs. and got winded just waddling from one side of the house to the next, she knew it was worth it. After all, how many years had her momma told her that the Devils wanted to stick their dicks into her cunny, and the only way she could be safe was to swaddle her tempting form in blubber?
THIS WAS NUTS! Absolutely crazy! She had to get out of this psycho's house, and find her way back home! This poor girl was living in hell, didn't she realize that?
"Sarah? Time for breakfast, honey!"
Sarah heaved her body (her ugly, armored body) about and waddled to the kitchen, past walls that were covered in bizarre religious imagery. No Devils (men) were depicted, instead she saw the "True Christ" Mary Magdalene, "Goddess" Eve, "Sister" Lilith and many others, and a part of her knew that they loved and watched over here...because she'd been raised to think so.
She lowered herself into her bench at one end of the table, and after a prayer to the Goddess, her mother began to hand her pills she couldn't identity, though she knew they had something to do with making her so fat. Then Miriam spooned generous amounts of power into a glass of water, and handed it to her. As she drank it, Miriam began to serve her breakfast - bacon, sausage, eggs fried in grease, pancakes smothered in butter and syrup...it was all so delicious she just had to eat.
As she did, she glanced at herself in a mirror, and realized she had one thing to be grateful for in all this horror. Her body may be a great, swollen globe of fat, with breasts nearly the size of watermelons that hung down her massive belly (bras were the tools of the Devil), and her mousy brown hair was greasy, stringy and limp, but behind her ugly glasses (why couldn't she wear contacts?) her face...was still the face of Sarah McMillain. Beneath her swollen jowls and three fat chins, she was still just a pretty as she'd ever been. If she could get away, she might be able to eventually regain her beauty.
She didn't even flinch as Miriam Lester injected her daughter with her appetite enhancers, or scoop ice-cream onto her waffles. Miriam knew she was doing what was best for her daughter. She feared that her sweet, innocent girl (who, as they didn't own a television, had never even SEEN a male before) might be corrupted and destroyed by the world without her to protect her. Like that loathsome McMillan slut just a block over.
Miriam Lester had no idea that her daughter actually WAS the McMillain girl she'd hated and feared. She looked down on the huge girl who was blissfully stuffing her face, and sighed. Her sweet, innocent Sarah was pure as the driven snow, and always would be. She'd see to that.
Little did she dream that a much more independent Sarah Lester had no intention of staying in Miriam's world. Though she ate with gusto, Sarah was already trying to think of ways to get away. To get out of the house and attract attention from a neighbor. To some how get away from this crazy woman.
Meanwhile, the actual daughter of Miriam Lester - a gargantuan young lady who had been named Rebekah Lester - was waddling and puffing her way down the street naked without the aid of her glasses. She was astonished that she'd had the courage to do so, and she passed several men without flinching. She waddled towards a nice house, and entered with nobody saying a word. She tromped up the stairs and walked into the master bedroom, looking down at a gorgeous woman and a handsome man sleeping together. She suddenly knew that the woman - a socialite named Kathryn Bond - was a spoiled, pampered woman in her mid thirties, and that in her worship of her body and her man, she was everything her mother had hated in male-dominated womanhood.
Katheryn stood and slipped out of the room, going out into the street and looking for another life. Rebekah smiled down at the man who was now her husband, and lowered her swollen bulk into the bed beside him. She kissed him, and William Bond smiled up at the staggeringly obese 16 year old girl he was now married to.
"Well, good morning, hot stuff..." he purred, taking her in his arms. She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and not noticing as her body became no smaller, but her blemishes faded and her hair grew lush and vibrantly blond.
Bill and Becky Bond spent that morning making love, with Bill never noticing that anything was different about his wife. The cook prepared breakfast for the two (with Becky nibbling at a fruit salad and juice, after all...she needed to watch her weight) while the maid cleaned up. Then Becky began to dress for the get together she'd planned with her (formerly Katheryns) friends. The stylish clothes she slipped into stretched and shifted till they fit her like a glove.
