By morning, Jewel felt...like, WAY better. She woke with a gurgling belly and the smell of bacon and eggs in her nostrals. She yawned, stretched, then slowly rose and waddled to her bathroom and plopped down on the large, custom toilet and did her business, then cleaned off by lowering herself over the bidet. She waddled to her shower, and paused. Her shower was the size if a walking closet! Had it always been that big? When had she gotten a bidet? What was....
She shook her head and the smell of breakfast drove those thoughts out of her mind. Obviously her parents had installed them last year, when she'd gotten to fat to fit into a regular shower...and to fat to clean herself properly. Thank goodness her parents wern't the kind of parents who bothered trying to fix their obese daughter, but rather accepted her for what she was. After all, they understood that she was a lousy student because she just wasn't smart. They accepted that, and they still loved her. Granted, part of her insisted that she was a genius. An excellent student whu'd never gotten less than an A on any school work...but that was silly. She was a bimbo, after all. A total bimbo, and bimbos were dumb. She'd just have to struggle past that "I'm smart" nonsense, and work on her nails...or her makeup...or her hair, while the teacher droned on about numbers and places and whatever the heck he talked about. Nobody expected much from her, anymore.
Bimbo. Fat bimbo. It was a good thing she'd found a boy like Jack Maddox. A boy who LOVED her just as she was. Once again, that terrible voice whispered to her that she WAS this way, because Jack WANTED her to be this way. She showered those thoughts away, luxuriating in the feeling of the hot water as it struck her massive body and sluced through her dimples and folds. The feeling always made her huperactivly aware of her size, and she reveled if it. It was amazing...and perfect...to be so big.
She toweled off what she could, then waddled to her makeup table. She fussed her hair into it's usual platinum blond, Marylin Monroe-esque pin curls and swoops, then applied her makeup nice and thick and bright, just like Jack liked her to do. Lots of mascara to make her lashes look just right, and plenty of bright, glistening red lipstick made her thick, shapely lips look AWESOME! The little black beauty mark on her cheek was the perfect touch, and she giggled in her high, breathy, stupid voice as she inspected herself. Her extra-long nails were just right, and the outfit she chose - red and white checked shirt tied just under her gigantic breasts and torn denim shorty-shorts, with fishnet stocking and six-inch heels - flaunted her massive charms to the world, AND made her look like she had not a thought in her head. She giggled at the reflacted image, then minced/waddled to the kitchen. Her parents hugged her and helped her to the table, then began to place heaps of scrambled eggs on her plate, with plenty of bacon, sausage and buttery toast... As she ate, she wondered why her mother and father - who also tucked into the feast before them - were so big themselves. Had thay always been like this? Her parents were dressed in professional clothes - her mother a lawyer and father an accountant - but...their clothes were now tailored to fit the huge people they had become. Both looked at least 350 lbs...maybe more. Had they always been so fat? Well, fat parents had fat kids, and...yes. Her parents were both big and round, just like always. Mommy and daddy had always been big, fat people...and they'd never questioned their daughters girth, or tried to curb her appitite.
The wishes...are effecting...my parents...
But that was simlly. Her mommy and daddy had ALWAYS been big, fat people. It was silly to imagine them as anything else. They all ate with gusto, heaping plate after plate of delicious food onto their plates, and occasionally moaning in pleasure. All three were totally accepting of their size, and even gloried in it. Proud of both their girth and their appitites, they reveled in the simple act of eating. When they were finished, they left the plates at the table for the cleaning woman, and waddled to the door, where they were met by Jack Maddox. Her parents were pleased to see Jack, and were glad that he and their daughter were such a happy couple. Both parents kissed her cheek, and she smiled as they both waddled to their cars and drove off. Then Jack handed her a box of chocolets, and she thought "After that feeding, I don't think I can eat another bite."
But...she was wrong. As soon as Jack handed the box to her, she plunged her hands into the assortment of confections, and started eating with gusto. Again, that tiny voice whined that she was under a spell, but she dismissed it again. Jack drove her to the local Dennys, where they met up with Pete Reyes and Kandi, who was dressed in a black leather tubetop, black leather hotpants, black stiletto-heeled boots, cut-off gloves, cascades of inky, black hair and dark, gothic makeup. She found her appitite revitalized again in the face of an "All-You-Can-Eat" hotcakes special. For an hour, she and Kandi stuffed themselves silly as their boyfriends watched them, and several timed she met Kandies' gaze and thought the same thing...
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO US!!!
But then they'd turn back to their plates and forget all about it. After finishing their dozenth plate, they went to school...where Kandi - always a bad girl (wasn't she?) - went straight to her monitored classes with the rest of the tweaks and losers, and Jewel went directly to the 9th grade remedial classes where she started her day of drawing in her notebook, fussing with her hair and filing her nails. Pete seemed to like the idea of an obese "Bad Girl", and that's just was Kandi was. She wasn't stupid...she was a criminal. A thug. A bully. She reveled in her size just the same way Jewel did, but she flaunted it by shoving over other kids and sitting on them if they didn't give her their lunch money. She sneared and spat and never finished her work, and was obviously going to be flunked this year. Jewel was just a simple, sweet, nice girl who didn't have the brain power to do her schoolwork, and just sat in the back of the class...
No. NO! She wouldn't BE this creature! She'd fight it! She'd find a way back to...what she'd been before! If only...she could remember what that had been. Maybe she should ask Kandi if she was having the same worries? Maybe she should just...work on her makeup...
After lunch (wonderful, glorious lunch) they had a test in Jewels' class. A Test that was headed with the words "Standard IQ Test" and Jewel...with all her heart and soul...actually picked it up and tried her best to finish it. The teacher looked up, interested in her attempts...and went to her side, asking "Do you need help sounding out the bigger words, Jewel?"
She did. She squealed "Yeah, thanks a bunch." and spent the rest of the day puzzling and giggling. It was such a HARD test, that...well, she got lost. It was weird questions that seemed obvious at first, and puzzles that made her brain hurt. When she was finished, the teacher took them all in and shuffled through them, handing them back at the end of the day. By the time Jewel recieved her test back, she'd gotton so involved in decorating her nails that she couldn't remember what the test had been for. She squinted at it, and then raised one thick, blubbery arm. "Is this number...like, right, Mister Brewer? Did I really get...this number?"
Mister Brewer - who considered Jewel to be a sweet girl - said "Yes, Jewel. I know it seems low, but you must remember that people aren't just numbers on a page. We're the sum of our various parts, you see..."
"It don't seem low, mister Brewer..." the obese girl gushed and giggled happily. "I mean, an' 82 ain't bad! It's, like...well, if a hundred's like...the top, it ain't to bad..."
The girl clearly didn't understand the nature of the IQ Test, so mister Brewer just smiled and said "Yes, Jewel. 82's pretty respectable. You're a very clever girl, to have figured that out all by yourself."
Jewel erupted into peals of giggled and squeals, looking so happy that Mister Brewer couldn't help but smile. It must be so liberating to be so simple, and not know it. Not understand it. Not to comprehend it. Jewel wiggle/waddled from the classroom and was met by Jack, who she promptly showed her score to. Jack smiled and tweaked her nose, saying "That's very good, Jewel. What a smart girl you are. An IQ of 82 is very respectable."
She basked in his approval, and as she passed Pete and Kandi, she showed the paper to Kandi. The schools fattest bad girl glanced at it, then rolled her eyes and said "It don't make no difference what number society give you, Jewel. A girl has to TAKE what she wants from th' man, and screw everything else. Well, 'cept you, doll." she said, slipping one huge arm about Pete Reyes. She tossed her own tast into the garbage as they passed, and Jewel was to curious to let it pass. She snatched it from the can and read...
This couldn't be. They must have made a mistake when they graded Kandies test. It said "165" and "I don't understand why a girl as smart as you can't take the time to finish your schoolwork."
Kandi...her IQ...was 165.
Jewels own IQ...was 82...
With a rush, she grasped that she was a bimbo. A stupid, silly bimbo. An empty headed creature who'd never do any better, because she was a SLAVE to Jacks' fantasies, and Jack LOVED fat bimbos. Pete loved fat, bad girls...but that didn't change Kandi (Karens) IQ, because it didn't have to. Kandi COULD be smart, But Jewel...had to be simple...silly...slow...
Jack turned and saw Jewel - his perfect, fantasy girlfriend - crying as other students walked around her bulk. He went to her, and said "Hey, girl. I know what'll cheer you up..." as he pulled another huge box of chocolets from his book bag. She tried not to, but at the sight of the candies she giggled and started eating, losing her grip on what it was that had bothered her. Something about...bein' smart, an' shit like that. It wern't real 'portant or nuthin', an' as she ate she felt better an' better...
Down deep inside, though...Jon was going mad. It was starting to seem...so normal, to be so big...and so simple. She was a she, wasn't she? And hadn't she been...like, way smart an' stuff? Jon was havin' a real hard time thinkin' 'bout anythin' 'cept eatin' an' fuckin' her man all night long. That seemed normal enough. Hadn't her big, ol' fat parents raised her to be th' kinda girl whut ate t' keep happy, an' hadn' she...like, always wanted to get knocked up by a man like Jack...to have a sex...lots of sex...an' to be all happy an' shit, 'cause that's what fat gals like her was like? Man, Jewel was havin' a hard time memberin' what they'd done yesterday. She an Karen - no, Kandi - had been fuckin' aroun' wit dat wishin' rock thingie she'd left at Kandies house. She'd have to get it back today, an'...what? Wish fer a buncha food? Money? Maybe she should jus' give it ta her snuggle-bunny, Jack. That sounded like...yah'know, th' bes' thin' ta do. Jackie'd have a ball wit' it, she was sure.
