Archive-name: Fantasy/ann-1-2.txt
Archive-author: Sarah Barndt
Archive-title: Ann's World - Part 1 and 2


   Sarah dressed as the doctor left the room. She couldn't
believe it! That bikini shoot in Malaysia had given her a
rare tropical disease. At first she was afraid she would die
from it, but the doctor said it was easily curable, but when
he told her the cure and it's side effects, she wished she
could die. The cure was simple enough. A small incision into
her neck and remove the infected portion of her pituitary
gland and she would be almost as good as new. The 'almost'
part was the killer. With part of the gland missing, her
metabolism would slow down and she would gain weight --- A
LOT of weight. This wouldn't do for a model. Actually, she
was now a former model since the medication had already put
13 pounds on her. She rubbed the soft belly that had once
rippled with muscle. The surgery was tomorrow. Soon this
barely noticable tummy would balloon into a basketball of
pure flab. A tear slid down her cheek.

  Sarah came to a groggy consciousness after the surgery.
She could feel the bandage on her neck. Oh no! as groggy as
she was, just moments after major surgery, she was hungry!
RAVENOUSLY HUNGRY!   Sarah stayed in the hospital for only 2
days. As expected her metabolic rate was slowing rapidly.
She found she was sleeping more, but also she had this
delightful feeling of peace, and inner calmness she hadn't
known since she was 13 and had begun her career as a model.
She went home concerned, but oddly hopeful of her future.
She was glad to be off the medication but she had still put
on 5 more pounds in the 2 days since the surgery. Her
clothes were tight; too tight. On the way home she stopped
in a mall to get some new things. Sarah was shocked. The
only things that fit were size 8! She had been a petite 6
only a month before! Even more surprising was the fact her
bra was now too small. She needed a 36B. The off the rack
clothes and the added fullness in her hips, chest and face
totally changed her look. She was still pretty, of course,
even beautiful, but that 'something special', call it
glamour, that makes a top model was gone. In an instant, she
knew what she had to do. She went to a beauty shop and had
her hair re-styled and returned to it's natural color. The
effect was astonishing. Gone was Sarah Lane, model. In her
place was Ann DeMarco, her real name.

   It felt good to be Ann again. Her last stop was the
supermarket. She filled her kitchen with all of the sights
and smells of an Italian kitchen, that she had known and
loved since she was a child. She prepared Veal Picante with
pasta she made herself. The meal was a transitional
experience for her. She had no financial worries, she had
only had this lose of power that came with leaving
modelling, but she would find a new way --- a new life that
would be more fullfilling than the old one. She looked
around. This was a big house and she was determined to fill
it with love and children.

  Sarah called Alan Weller. He was a man she had dated
seriously for a time. Actually, they had fallen in love, but
he wanted her to give up her career to be a fulltime wife
and mother. Worse, he had wanted her 'fill out a little and
look more like a real woman.' Sobbing, she told him about
her operation and, sheepishly, asked him if he still wanted
her. The happiness and sincerity in his voice when he said
'Yes!!' made Ann know to the depth of her soul, that she had
made the right decision. He told her to make him a special
meal because he was coming over tonight to 'do this right.'
She was trembling with excitement as she hung up the phone.
She was going to marry Alan. She was going to become a wife
and mother. Feeling silly, she stuffed a pillow under her
blouse to see how she would look pregnant. She looked
wonderful!  Ann put on a sexy dress, though she felt her
butt was looking too big to do it justice. Alan flew through
the door and crushed her in his powerful arms. She swooned.
Before she knew what was happening, he had placed a diamond
ring on her finger and asked her to marry him. She was
blubbering as she said YES!

  They flew to Las Vegas that night. Two days later, and
another 4 pounds heavier, Alan carried Mrs. Weller over the
threshold. Time passed happily for them both. Ann loved
cooking and keeping house and each evening they made sweet
love by the fire.  Ann was riding up and down on Alan's
stiff penis. It filled her! Her eyes were closed as she ate
a banana, her 40C bosom bouncing in unison, her soft, round
belly jiggling with each thrust. She was almost ready. He
was almost ready.  His penis erupted, filling her with hot,
sperm. She arched her back, her pink nipples hard and erect.
The climax ebbed, but she knew, she really knew, she had
been impregnated.

  Ann climbed off her mate and walked into the kitchen, her
wide womanly hips rolling seductively. She straightened her
shoulders against the weight of her breasts. This new
fullness agreed with her. She returned with some whipped
cream and slowly smeared it on her husband's love muscle. It
seemed like hours passed as she licked it off, but soon her
stud was hot and ready again. She was in a breeding frenzy
and only daily injections of semen would satisfy her. She
was ready and eager to bear her children.  Ann was on her
hands and knees, moaning lustily as Alan pumped into her.
Sweat glistened on her forehead, arms and shoulders. It was
dripping off her 42D tits as they slapped together in rhythm
to her husband's fucking. His big hands roamed all over her
full breasts and the bulge of her pregnant belly.

  Now four months along her nipples were fat and brown and
her vulva was plump, moist and inviting most of the day. She
opened her eyes to glance into the mirror on the wall.  She
looked wonderful; plump, round and well swollen with
motherhood. Her ass and thighs were jiggling happily. She
was contented.

  Today was Ann and Alan's first anniversary. She had just
finished nursing Deirdre and had expressed some extra milk
into bottles for the sitter. Dressed in her bra, slip and
pantyhose, she surveyed her post-baby figure. Her belly was
a soft, round ball sticking out from between wide, matronly
hips and balanced by a wide bottom. Her shapely legs had
thickened with plump thighs and meaty calves. She patted her
big tummy comfortably and could feel her upper arms jiggle a
bit. Her bra straps indented her fleshy shoulders as they
held up her milk-bloated 46DD breasts. At 154# she had
chubby cheeks and the beginnings of a double chin. Alan was
taking her to dinner to celebrate and she had to finish
dressing. The size 14 cocktail dress was new, but it seemed
snugger, especially in the hips, than when she bought it.
Her highly developed fashion sense told her that this dress
had been designed for a slender figure. She decided to shop
in Plus Size stores from now on. That way the clothes would
be better proportioned. Still, Alan liked clothes that
showed off her voluptuous curves as much as she liked having
them. After dinner, they were going to a hotel to make love
in private. She was ready to get pregnant again.

  Dierdre ran from the school into Ann's station wagon. Alan
jr. was sitting in a booster seat, while baby Lisa slept in
her carseat. Ann couldn't believe how much had changed in
the 5 years since her illness. None of her old friends would
have recognized her now that she weighed 227#. Apple cheeks
and a second chin had changed the woman who had once been
Sarah Lane. She had spent most of the last 5 years either
pregnant or nursing, and the doctor had just told her she
was pregnant again!

  They spent a quiet family weekend lounging by the pool and
barbecuing. Alan was grilling some ribs while read on the
chaise lounge. To celebrate the new baby, she gave Alan a
treat and wore a bikini. She rubbed some suntan lotion on
her big thighs. They now had folds at the knees and a bit of
cellulite on her hips. Her massive 52G bust covered her
torso from just below her collarbone to the top of her huge,
stretch marked belly. And they still bulged fatly under her
flabby upper arms. Alan couldn't stand it anymore. He
stopped cooking and came over to rub lotion on the vast bulk
of his wife. Ann knew the children were taking a nap so she
peeled off her overworked bikini bottom. Alan spread the
soft blubber of her thighs and gazed on her vagina. After 3
pregnancies and 115# her vulva had become a plump, bulging
mound that felt so good as he entered it. Ann moaned
contentedly and wrapped her legs around her man. She had to
be careful now that she weighed more than him. This was what
she wanted; a comfortable home, a good man, and a house full
of children. But she wasn't finished yet.

   After Alan was through riding his wife, she looked at him
tenderly and said, "Alan. I have been your wife for 5 years.
Borne you 3 children and am carrying another. I love and
adore you, but please, tell me what really happened when I
got sick." He was stunned, but not really surprised. "How
did you know?" he asked. "Alan, silly. There is no disease,
tropical or otherwise that turns a skinny, almost flat-
chested, woman into the swollen, topheavy baby factory that
I have become. You have a large stake in a drug company,
don't you? Come on. The truth." Alan was caught. He
explained how he arranged for her to be given a drug that
increased 'maternal instincts' and stimulated the entire
reproductive system. He had to. He wanted her so badly he
just had to. Anne looked at him devotedly. "It's OK, honey.
I have never been happier. I THANK you for doing this to me.
The reason I want to know is that I have an idea on how we
could make other women as happy as I. I want to start a
dress shop, but a different kind. Ordinary haut couture at
good prices in the front. But the secret is high fashion for
full figured and pregnant women, plus a social club in the
back. Now; if I could add that drug to the coffee ....."
Alan smiled. His wife wasn't just beautiful. She was a
genius.

                    
   Anne's World had been open for a month and was already a
huge success when Maryann Kahn came in for the first time.
The place was amazing. Gorgeous, slinky clothes and
accessories at great prices. She wiggled her lithe size 8
body into a spandex cocktail dress. hmm Maryann liked what
she saw. Maybe this would get a new boyfriend. Ed was
starting to bore her again. A salesgirl offered her a cup of
cappuchino.  It was excellent, but very different.

   The next week was very unusual for Delia. She was late
for work every day. This was because she was stopping at an
all-you-can-eat breakfast place. Her lunches were getting
long, too, and not just from eating. She wandered the mall
looking in maternity shops. Pregnancy still appalled her,
but she had the curiosity about it. Then she glanced in
FREDERICKS OF HOLLYWOOD and wondered if Mike would like her
in some sexy outfit. This was starnge. She hadn't even met
him yet. Friday afternoon she stopped by her favorite store,
La Petit Femme, to get a new bikini for the weekend. She
took a size 4 string bikini into the dressing room. It could
barely cover her! Strange. Her breasts bulged out of the
cups and the bottom kept riding up in her buttocks. She
asked a salesgirl to check her size. Wow! She had added an
inch to her waist and hips ... and two inches on her bust!
She was up to a size 6- regular. Delia had to try another
store. This one only sold petite sizes and she couldn't fit
in them anymore.

    On the way, she stopped at a 5&10 to check her weight.
Oh, dear. She had put on 6 pounds. That was a lot for her
5'1" frame. She went to another store a tried on a more
conservative 2 piece suit. It looked good on her. Suddenly,
she felt rather chesty and took a deep breath. It accented
her bosom nicely. She didn't look so bony anymore, and her
legs seemed shapelier, though her muscles had lost the
definition she had worked so hard to achieve. Try as she
might, she couldn't suck in the slight pot she had
developed. That was, of course, impossible because the pot
wasn't flab. Her uterus was enlarging. On the way home, she
bought a new bra- 34A.

    She arrived Friday evening at Maryann and Ed's house. In
the last week, Maryann had blossomed, with a full belly. She
caressed her belly at every opportunity and she noticed
Delia's more voluptuous form. Mike and Delia hit it off
right away. Since he was , like Ed, a feeder he really
enjoyed the way Delia was eating. That night, he slipped
into her room and didn't leave.

    After that weekend together, Mike decided to move to
town permanently. He met Delia for lunch every day, and each
evening was spent together as well. She began to show the
effects of all this pampering. Her boyish hips became wide
and womanly, while her buttocks grew round and protruding.
Her scrawny legs filled out into the kind of shapely gams
that you see in old movies, with plump thighs and meaty
calves. Her face filled out, too. The extra fullness
softened and rounded it, making her look years younger. The
most amazing change was to her bustline. As the weeks passed
and the pounds piled on, her breasts grew fuller, rounder
and heavier. 34A. 36B. Before she knew it, she was a buxom
38C. She let her hair grow out and wore sexier clothes to
better show off her new curves. 40D. Delia stood in front of
the mirror looking at the well-filled sweater. She couldn't
believe how BIG she was getting. It was around this time
that Delia was fired. All of the missed days and too long
lunches were more than her boss could take. She was crying
when she told Mike. He told her not to worry about a thing.
She moved in with him that day and became his mistress.

    Now that she was a lady of leisure, Delia spent more
time with Maryann. By now she was in her 7th month and a
happier pregnant lady you could not find. They spent their
days in the beauty parlor, shopping, or going to lunch. In a
month, this life had changed Delia froman independant career
woman, into a round, chubby nymphette. Mike took her to a
black tie dance at the country club. Her strapless gown
served up her 42DD boobs like a pair of cantaloupes. mmm She
loved being big and chesty. It pleased Mike. He took her
onto the terrace and gave her a ring. A DIAMOND RING! Delia
cried for joy. They were engaged. She delayed the wedding so
Maryann could give birth. Delia wanted her as matron of
honor.

    Delia looked radiant in her size 12 wedding gown, but
she was jealous of Maryann. She thought that she was more
beautiful with her plump cheeks, second chin and milk-
swollen bosom. Unconsciously, Delia ran her hand over her
own round belly. 'Soon,' she thought to herself, 'I'll look
that good.' She had taken a home pregnancy test this
morning. It was 
positive.

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