Populeation Controle Vol. One by Editscifi

 Clark Boswell sat in his seat on the jet to New York City thinking over his proposal and how his theories would be taken.  Hundreds of sociologists, ecologists, anthropologists, and economists had been put into teams working for the last ten years searching for a way to prevent an almost inevitable worldwide ecological breakdown.  His team of twenty men and women were the eighth generation of researchers working to discover what it would take to bring the world back to an environmentally stable state where humans and all other life could co-exist in harmony.  The only real limitation was that no one’s civil liberties be infringed upon.

            The first teams found the time line for how long they had before such a meltdown of the world’s ecology and it was under a thousand years.  The oxygen levels would be too low for humans, the temperature would be too high, and if there were people on the earth at that time the population was estimated to be over two hundred billion.  The world would simply be uninhabitable.

            The second teams discovered that the only way to bring things back into balance was to increase the rainforests instead of cutting them down, cut carbon emissions by at least ninety percent and rebuild the world’s wildlife populations and habitat by at least three hundred percent.

            The third teams found that the only way to do any of this was to first lower the world’s population by at least half, leaving more space for life to grow, relieving the environmental stresses, and leaving fewer people to burn fossil fuels.

            The hardest part of the task was to find a humane way to lower the population without invading their lives or forcing people against their will into doing things they didn’t want to do.  Every suggestion was either proven ineffective, counterproductive or simply disastrous.  One even dropped the human population down to zero.

            But Clark’s team thought they finally had the answer and it was so simple it was almost insane.  The hard part was that it required four hundred years and a complete alteration of the way people looked at sexuality and beauty.  But there were grounds for believing that it wouldn’t require any abuse of civil liberties.

            A stewardess came up to him smiling and said, “You need to buckle up sir, we’ll be landing shortly.”

            He smiled at the slender brunette thinking, “If this works she’ll soon be a thing of the past.”

            The next day Clark Boswell made his proposal and looked over the conference room.  He looked at nine men and four women who looked like the upper elite of the financial, social, and political world.  Others listened and watched him via a camera in a corner of the room which looked down on him.  A tall security guard of a man listened on a small ear piece to the people who couldn’t be there ready to ask a question for them.  Many of the people who weren’t there were open enemies of others in the group and couldn’t be seen in the committee.  Others were in fact parts of organized crime and had to stay physically out of attention to keep from getting into other kinds of trouble.

            “I know this is an extreme measure, but as we can tell it does no more than make women want a different kind of beauty and encourages men and like-minded women to seek out that beauty.”

            A woman in a designer suit spoke up after looking over her proposal.  “Why target women?”

            He had expected a question like this.  It was true that the focus was on female physiology and did seem unfair.  “Though it is possible to encourage lifestyles that would lower male fertility it wouldn’t necessarily lower the population.  The average man’s sperm count is so high that compromising his ability to procreate may only increase birth defects and only slow down population growth.  We can take such measures as well, but targeting the female population is simply more effective.”



*One year later*

            Christiana Slowan sat in her small one bedroom apartment reading the want ads on her computer while eating a small breakfast of now cold toast.  She was in debt so bad the young woman was having trouble keeping up.  No matter how hard she tried the numbers seemed to keep going up.  She had a job but her hours were cut again and she barely made enough to get by.  She was no longer getting help from her parents, and needed to be able to get by on her own.  A new ad was posted and it had the feel of being too good to be true.  But she was desperate.

            “Wanted!!!  Men and women from all locations in a new field.  Women between the ages of 19 and 25 and weighing less than 150 pounds are wanted to work in an opening market, all bills and food paid and $500 month for extra spending.  Others with an interest in learning more can contact us at the link below as well for other work.  Competitive pay and all have full medical benefit.”

            There weren’t any other jobs she was qualified for at that time so she clicked the link.  She was 22 years old and weighed 105 pounds.  She was perpetually skinny more out of not being able to buy good food and a fast metabolism than a desire to be thin.  In fact she had always thought heavier women were kind of pretty, but never thought about gaining herself.  It was more about thinking they had an unfair reputation than anything.

            On the other side of town Jake Klay was looking over the same site with a friend of his, a woman he called Butchy.  Jake was the typical tall muscular man.  Not quite GQ cute he was known as someone who could have whomever he wanted.  Most his friends therefore could never understand why he always seemed to date fat girls.  Butchy was a tall husky woman with a crew cut and was Jake’s best friend.  She had the kind of appeal that role-playing femme lesbians liked and also rarely had trouble getting a date.

            “What do you think?”  Jake asked after reading the ad.

            “What the hell, I hate my job,” he grinned and hit the link and when they made it to the screen he saw that those who didn’t fit the girl’s criteria had to fill out a questionnaire that asked for gender, orientation, and what kind of women they liked.  They didn’t know if any question was answered incorrectly they would be booted out and unable to get back in.  They answered every question correctly when both of them filled out the questionnaire.

            The two friends had appointments to meet at a newly built privately owned business in the center of the city they lived in.  Christiana had an appointment two days before the man and his friend to meet with people who would more clearly explain what was being asked of her.

            In fact such ads were placed worldwide in every nation and in every city with a population of over two hundred thousand.  Literally billions of men and woman had applied for different jobs.  Every one of them were about to find themselves in a truly new world.

            A week later Christiana went to the building in the middle of her city where she had been asked to go.  When it had been built she had complained about the construction and how yet again a perfectly usable building had been destroyed to build something no one would even care about in ten years.  But now she looked up at the five story office space and wondered for the first time what exactly they did in it.

            A large group of women all around her age and all slender walked up to the building.  The women weren’t any group of friends, but just women who had come in at the same time.  The only thing any of them had in common was the fact that they were all in or near their early 20s and on the thin side.  Some were short others were tall, but many looked like they were struggling financially in one way or another.

            Most of the six women walked into the building talking as if getting to know each other but Christiana just watched them somewhat pensively not sure if she was making the right choice.

“Having second thoughts?”  A voice said from behind her.

            The young woman turned to see an average looking woman with curly blond hair and brown eyes.  She had on jeans and a dress top with her hair pulled up in a kind of bun that didn’t quite contain the mass of her hair.

            “Something like that,” Christiana smiled somewhat nervously thinking about the job she was applying for.

            “No kidding, what kind of job pays your bills and gives you money on top of that?”  The woman sighed thinking over what she said, “but honestly I’m running out of options.”

            “Well then, pros and cons?”  Christiana tried to be rational about the whole thing wanting someone to tell her what to do.

            “Cons,” The woman said.  “We’re about to be abducted and sent to some shit hole to become sex slaves.”

            Christiana nodded at first, pretty good con, but thought more, “Isn’t that more of a worst case scenario?  We don’t know what the job is.”

            The woman grinned thinking she had an actual intelligent woman on her hands.  “Okay, pros, I’d finally be able to get that car I always wanted and move out of the shit hole I live in now.”

            “So worst case scenario you move from one shit hole to another.”  Christiana grinned catching the woman’s double use of the term.

            “Well than it can’t be worse than I am now.”  She started in and turned.  “Will you sit with me so I don’t have to listen to the bubble heads talk about boys?”

            The two women walked into the lobby and saw a large waiting room where most the women were being directed to a hall by some professionally dressed men.  It was as if someone had hired all the higher end people and forgot to hire the janitor or secretary.  A smiling man in a three piece suit and graying hair said, “Go to a free console as soon as one is ready and fill out the questionnaire.  If you finish it simply follow the instructions after it.”

            “Thank you.”  Christiana smiled at the man and walked on.  All the consoles were full but after less than one minute a young woman got up frowning and left.  She and then the young woman she met sat at different computers.  It asked fist her age, orientation and height.

            “Well that’s just fucked,” the young woman she spoke with seemed annoyed.  Christiana thought they were odd things to be asked, but not that bad.

            A man came up to her and asked, “Is something wrong?”

            “This is discrimination,” looking over the woman appeared truly angry.  “Why do you care who I have sex with?”  Others were looking now and it seemed some were agreeing with her.

            The man in the suit came over and explained.  “We won’t exclude anyone for being gay but there might be work you wouldn’t want to do if you are, and other places you would be better suited than a straight woman.”  The man seemed to realize he was digging himself into a hole and simply said.  “Please finish the survey and the orientation with explain it all.”

            The woman seemed to be about to leave but Christiana looked over clearing her throat and rubbing her fingers in a money gesture.  The woman turned back and finished the survey.  It asked about her views on woman of different sizes, and her ideas about food and other interests like shopping and entertainment, but mostly about things involving gaining weight, and dating.  She moved onto a conference room apparently she had answered the questions right.

            Sitting in the auditorium she was flagged down by the woman she was becoming friends with.  Walking over to her the woman said, “Sorry about the stink, my name’s True, by the way.”

            “Christiana, and I guess I get it, you’re gay right.”  She sat in the seat noticing it was quite large.  The auditorium could have held twice its numbers if it had normal seats.

            “Lost my last job because my ex dropped me off for work and had the nerve to give me a kiss goodbye.”

            The young straight woman curled her lip in sympathy and she listened, “that is fucked.”

            “Well you won’t have anything like that here.”  A woman’s voice said from behind the seated women.  They turned and saw a woman in her 40s and looking like a female version of the men in their suits, “if anything we’d love to see two young women in a happy relationship.  It breeds stability.”

            The woman walked up to the podium and Christiana felt she had to clarify herself, “you know I’m not right.”

            True chuckled lightly, “Hun, even if you were you’re not my type.”

            The woman stood looking at the all woman group.  “Now, all of you have been selected because you show a promise for accepting the kind of work you will be asked to do, and the possibility of appreciating why it is we are asking you to do it.  For those of you who decide you are not interested you will have to be asked to not mention it for reasons that I hope will become apparent.”

            The woman looked over her notes and went on, “we are in crises with few options for resolution…”

            Two hours later the women were leaving the auditorium thinking about what they had just heard.  The core of it was that they would be hired on to become fat.  Not just a few pounds heavier, but truly obese on a grand scale.  Not just that, but they were to move through the world as they would if they were thin.  When the company decided they were ready they would be given places to go and be seen.

            A couple of days later Jake and Butchy were at the building about to walk in.  This time the people who came were men and women of all ages and types.  Again the only real thing they had in common was a vague sense of poverty.  Though respectably dressed no one’s clothes were new and though well kempt no one looked like they put a lot of money into it.

            When they walked into the lobby this time six men and women dressed in business suits were waiting in the lobby with clip boards asking people the first letter of their last name.  This was how they were organized.  Jake went to the man who had his name and he was checked off and sent down the hall with a smile and a nod.

            When he went over to Butchy she was doing the same thing with a short stout man in an expensive looking suit, only it wasn’t quite as simple, “Annabella Montinelli.”

            The man looked at her for a moment as if not believing her, “Um, sir?”

            Jake watched grinning and knowing what was about to come.  At the word sir Butchy looked at him with mild exasperation.  “I’m a woman.  My legal name is Annabella Montinelli.”

            “But everyone calls her, Butchy, you might want to put that down,” Jake chimed in as the flustered man scribbled down a note.

            “I am so sorry ma’am,” He looked up sincerely embarrassed.  “Someone must have…”  He stumbled over his explanation and just ended with, “I am so sorry.”

            Butchy just sighed and said.  “Really, just tell me where to go.  It’s not that big of a deal.”

            The two walked down a hall opposite to where the women had gone and down a flight of stairs to a large auditorium.  This one was not set up with over sized chairs, but rather had small seats squashed together to fit as many people as possible.  Some of the women were actually from the day before and had seen the other room.

“I’m suddenly wishing I had decided to be on the other team.”  A woman said to another woman of about the same age.

            “Other team?”  Jake asked Butchy who he thought was standing next to him still.  “What other…”  He looked over and saw she had stopped and was talking to other women who were clearly lesbians as well.  Most were varying degrees of butch, but one looked every bit like a lipstick lesbian, “well okay then.”

            He walked off and found a group of men who were all about his age.  Though they were different kinds or men, some nerdy, some athletic, and some just basic guys like himself they all had one thing in common.  For the type of men they were they all had a quality that was attractive.  He didn’t think of it that way, but they must all have been picked for the potential attraction.  And suddenly it dawned on him that he and Butchy fit into that category.  He wondered if she had noticed but decided he’d have to ask her later.  A few minutes later the meeting started and the same woman walked up to the podium to speak.  She made the same dire statements and gave essentially the same speech.

            When it was over with the two friends were leaving and started to talk, “did you notice something?”  Jake asked as they walked out of the room.

            “You mean that this is a meat factory and we’re the pork?  Yeah.”

            A woman walked by laughing, “The pork was here the other day, you’re the shoppers.”

            “What?”  Butchy looked at the small slender woman sizing her up as a brat.

            “We came here with the other women who joined,” The woman answered as she stopped in front of the two friends.  “The girls who were picked as the…”  She had to think of the way to put it tactfully, “Models.  I mean it’s good and all, but it just didn’t seem right for me.  So they asked if I’d still like to help.”

            Jake didn’t think she was a brat she just had a sharp tongue, “So what are we missing here?”  The young man didn’t like feeling as though he was being used, but that wasn’t exactly how he felt.

            “Basically skinny girls are made nice and fat for you all to date, somehow that’s going to save the world.”

            Butchy had to laugh, “That’s gotta be the biggest load of crap ever.”

            “On the contrary,” The same man who had signed her in said.  “Women have for millennia put beauty over health consistently enough for us to use it as a means to help lower the world’s population.”  The man looked at Jake.  “Men,” and then Butchy.  “And women such as yourself who prefer truly fat women have the potential to help sway the standard for beauty from the thin such as Alice here, to the morbidly obese in doing so fewer children will be borne.”

            “Fat women have babies all the time.”  Butchy still wasn’t convinced.

            “True, but more issues with fertility come into play when a woman is obese.  Also, many women of such extreme obesity become infertile.”  The man saw their disbelief.  “Not all mind you, but enough will that the world’s population will start to slowly and steadily drop.”

            “So,” Jake said thinking and not quite believing, “you want to make the world’s women fat.”

            “Precisely,” the man smiled as if finally getting them to believe him, “it’s even suggested that over time the structure of relationships will change so that many couples will simply opt out of having children.”  He saw Butchy still wasn’t sure.  “In the gay and lesbian culture it is quite common for a couple to have children, but more often than not there are the two primary parents and a sperm donor or surrogate mother.  That means three parents have one child, two genetic and one by choice.  Many choose not to have children and have pets instead increasing the number by zero.  Others adopt and not only don’t increase the population, but help raise other people’s children taking the number of parents involved in the development of a child up to at least four.  Imagine if that was how the entire world worked.  This is an ends to that means without infringing on anyone’s rights.”

            The two were walking out to their cars talking.  “You gonna do it?”  Butchy asked as she got out her keys.

            “The chance to stick it to all the ass’s who’ve made my exes lives hell?  Fuck yeah.”  Jake hadn’t actually broken up with many of the women he had dated.  Most had dumped him because of insecurity but there had been a couple he had truly loved and had lost to the people who hurt them.

            Butchy shrugged, “well shit, where else am I going to get paid to check out hot women?”  She turned to get into her car.  “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”





*Months later*

            The alarm next to Christiana’s bed went off at 8:30am.  She rolled over to hit it off and pulled herself out of bed.  She had an old but surprisingly comfortable full sized bed, and slept with five and sometimes six blankets to cover her.  Now she crawled through the pile of blankets to reach the side of her bed to stand up.  As she rolled she felt her body move in a reassuring way confirming to her that she was in fact meeting her goals, albeit slower than any of the other girls.

            She stood up and looked at the new full length mirror which greeted her on the wall across from her bed near the door wearing night shorts and a tank top with no underwear.  She smiled a little bleary eyed at the small love handles that puckered out from her shorts strap and the softness of her thighs that were definitely thicker.  It had been three months since she had started at her new “job”.  She barely thought of it that way, but in truth it was a job with expectations.  She walked by the mirror as she left seeing her profile from the side.  Her belly jiggled a little as did her thighs and breasts, but not much.  She looked at her belly stopping and holding the front of it.  She wasn’t trying to suck it in she was trying to press it out.  Try as she might her little tummy didn’t go out much more than a half an inch.

            She went to her bathroom and got ready, brushing her teeth and hair which was now shoulder length with light highlights in it.  She didn’t shower or even wash her face before going back to get dressed.  When the young woman was ready to leave she looked again at herself in the mirror frowning just a little.  Christiana was enjoying her new life immensely, all her bills were paid.  The business paid not only her rent, electric, gas, water and waste removal; but also internet, cable, gasoline, and the payments on a new car.  They also had a credit card they used for food separate from how they paid for car gas.  The $500 a month went mostly to her debt and she was nearly done paying a couple of them off.  But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t seem to gain weight like the other girls did.  She was pudgy, she now weighed 135 gaining thirty pounds, but the other women were much bigger already.  She sighed as she put on her coat and left to go to work.

            The building now had a sign next to it saying, “Horen Temp Agency.”  If anyone asked what she did for a living she was to tell them she was outsourced to other agencies for telemarketing and secretarial work.  She walked into the main lobby and smiled at a woman in her forties who worked the front desk.  The lobby looked like any business lobby and if anyone off the street walked in to ask something they would see a drab boring room no one would want to be in for very long, “hi Margaret.”  She smiled as she swiped a card on a panel next to the door.

            “Hey Christy,” the older woman smiled and turned the page of her book.  “When was the last day you took off?”

            Christiana smiled as she walked through the door and into the inner sanctum of the building.  “What can I say, I’m a workaholic.”

            In the hall where she had first taken the tests now stood rows of vending machines, some with instant meals, others with frozen treats, still more with different candies, and yet more with snack foods.  Finally there were vending machines with colas of all kinds.  The only difference was that none took cash.  She swiped her card as she chose what she wanted and the card logged in her foods.  There was even a rack with a basket for people who wanted more than they could carry.  She grinned taking one as she picked out her breakfast from the chips, ice cream bars, and cola, Mountain Dew this time.

            After getting her food Christiana walked down the hall the opposite way she had gone the first day to a room that had large chairs and more vending machines so women didn’t have to go far to get more goodies.  It had about 20 young women at varying stages of plumping up.  They were all talking and happily eating while waiting their turn.  They had to come in a minimum of three times a week and the day was regimented into a rather strict schedule.  From the start Christiana had come every day unless she was sick.  She loved the little micro world the business had created and in truth she had trouble meeting people.  Here they had at least this much in common.  They all loved and calibrated their gaining weight.

            True was among the women there and she smiled as she saw Christiana come in.  “There you are,” True was among the girls who had gained quite well.  She had a round pot belly and wide bubble butt alone with quite soft full chest now.  Her curly blond hair framed a now pudgy face that dimpled when she smiled at her friend.  “I was wondering if you were coming.”

            “I set my alarm for later.  I was online until 4am.”  Christiana sat next to her friend and began munching and drinking.

            “How come whenever I get online you’re not there, but when I see you, you say you’ve been online all night?”  True asked in an almost accusatory tone.

            Christiana popped a cheeto in her mouth and looked a little wide eyed.  “Oh, I’m sorry, I had a weirdo stalking me I’ve been in stealth mode for a month.”

            “True Holms,” a woman called out and the plump woman got up looking at her friend.

            “Well unstealth and let me deal with the weirdo for you,” she walked back and the smaller woman watched enviously as her friend’s big butt bobbed back and forth with every step.

            A young woman who’s gain was in her boobs and belly looked at True too.  “I wish I could get a butt like that.”

            “I wish I could have an anything like any of you.”  Christiana said cramming the last of her snack and then realized her ice cream had melted.  “Damn.”  The woman looked at her with pity as Christiana went to get more.

            About fifteen minutes later after she had filled her belly up as much as she could she heard her name called by another woman nearing fifty.  She got up and went through the door following the woman.  She knew the routine and stopped on the spot where her body was scanned by an electrical field that measured her weight on a scale in the floor, her body mass, and even how full her stomach was.  After that she put out her arm and had a small prick in her finger to test her hormones and blood sugar.  Some girls did turn out to become diabetic and had to choose between quitting or going on a less effective regime that would make them still gain.  The unpleasant truth was if they took that path they would die younger, but it was either that or lose the life they had chosen for themselves.

            The woman who called her in waited for the work to be done which was unusual and Christiana wondered if something was wrong, “come with me before you continue on.”  The woman smiled at her in a way that seemed as though she was trying to be comforting.

            The young woman followed with a frown.  She had been afraid for weeks she might be let go on account of her not gaining fast enough, “what’s wrong?”

            The woman sat in a small room, much like a medical procedure room only it just had some charts and a few wide chairs.  “Well, we’re concerned about your gain.”  The woman said looking at Christiana who looked worried.  “First off, let me say you have the most consistent gain of anyone here.  Coming here every day gives us a real insight into how your body’s handling the process which gives us very good numbers to base a lot of work on.”  As the woman saw Christiana relax she continued, “That said you have the lowest gain of all the women in the project.  You average at .75 lbs a day.”

            “I eat as much as I can.  I drive everywhere.”  Christiana was truly exasperated she wanted to do well and loved how the other girls’ bodies were changing.  But it seemed she just couldn’t get fat.

            The woman looked at her with sympathy and continued on, “I know you have.  I have the statements for your food and gas, and one thing’s clear.  You are eating.”  The woman paused and looked at the younger woman, “but in truth you’re not eating as much as the other girls.”  Before Christiana could say anything she continued.  “I’m sure it’s a lot more than you used to eat, it’s just not enough to gain like you want to.  And there’s something else.”  She looked at her records and said, “You’re $45,000 in debt.  You’ve been putting the whole of what we pay you to pay off these bills and I think the stress of that is causing the trouble.”

            Christiana looked down at her lap in embarrassment, “my grandpa had a gambling problem.  I uh, tried to help.”

            Now the woman looked at her with sincere compassion.  “I understand that before he died you took on his debt.  It was a nice thing to do, but the wrong choice.  We’d like to give you a fresh start.”

            Christiana’s eyes flew up in surprise, “What?”

            The woman smiled, “You’re not the first girl to come here with financial issues.  And in all honesty in comparison to the cost for helping you gain the money you owe is marginal.”

            Tears welled up in the young woman’s eyes, “I don’t know what to say.”

            The woman smiled and said, “There’s nothing to say, but there’s more.  You see, you still aren’t eating as much as you could.  I know it feels like a lot, but it just really isn’t.”  Now the woman looked at Christiana with an odd smile the young woman couldn’t quite read.  “I’m a feeder and they assigned me to help eat as much as you can you while you’re here.”

            Christiana looked at the woman now uncomfortable and not sure what was expected of her, “I’m straight.”

            The woman laughed lightly trying not to laugh at her, “So am I.  I always wanted children but never met the right man.  Now I’m 49 years old and never had the chance to care for a young man or woman.  I’d like to help you.”

            Christiana thought she understood.  She wanted to be a kind of surrogate mom to her.  Her relationship with her own parents wasn’t great so the idea appealed to her, “Okay.”

            “My name is Elizabeth, by the way.”  She smiled and helped her charge up.  “Before you start you need to get a little blood drawn, just to make sure you don’t have more wrong with you.  I’ll meet you for lunch, and pop in for a snack or two as well.”

            After the blood work was done Christiana went to a room with large massage tables and lay down on one after stripping down to her underwear.  The girl lying next to her had a wide belly that spread out as she lay on the table snoring softly.  A couple of men came in and gave both the ladies full body massages leaving them relaxed and in good moods.

            After the massage she went to a room with shower stalls where she could clean up for the day.  There were many scented shampoos and body washes to choose from, all with agents in them to help prevent stretch marks.  The jets sprayed hot and relaxing as she felt them pelt her body.  She felt her body trying to see the gain, but other than the indentations the shower made on her skin she didn’t see it.

            After her shower she put on a robe and went onto a room where a woman worked on her face.  First massaging her face gently and then looking over it for any blemishes.  She had the beginning of a couple of pimples so the woman cleaned her face with something to keep them from erupting.  Then the woman tweezed an errant hair or two.  As Christiana sat in her chair eyes closed Elizabeth came in with a tall milkshake with whipped cream sprinkles and a large red cherry.

            When the young woman took the milkshake she smiled and said.  “Thanks Mom,” leaving the older woman with a worm glow that lasted until lunch.  It was a very large milkshake and when she finished it she was very full.  But she felt so happy she didn’t care.

            She moved onto a station to do her hair and some men fussed over her as Elisabeth came again this time with some cookies.  Christiana was still full from the milk shake but the smile on the older woman’s face was impossible to say no to.  “So uh,” Christiana started with a smile as she took the plate, “Any chance either of you are straight, cause she’s single and a hell of a catch.”

            The look on the woman’s face was priceless, a mixture of embarrassment and glee as Christiana bit into the first of the cookies, “Hey, now.”

            When it was time to get dressed again she looked at the fitted sweater she wore with the now too snug jeans.  They fit when she arrived that day, but all the extra snacking had filled her belly up so much she couldn’t button them.  Christiana looked at herself in the mirror in the changing room she had been directed to.  One of the edicts was they couldn’t wear canceling clothes, but with how much the girls gained that meant they grew out of clothes fast.

            There was a light tap at the door, “Is there a problem, Dear?”  Elizabeth said quietly.

            Christiana opened the door and showed the dilemma.  “Well, not really a problem, but I need pants.”

            The older woman grinned as she saw and rushed off.  “I’m sure we have some clothes of the girls’ that would work for you.”

            When they got to the dining room most the young women had left for the day.  A large plate almost the size of a platter sat on a table.  It had lasagna, garlic bread, fetuccini alfredo, and a large helping of fried meats covered in marinara sauce.  Next to that was a plate with a thick slice of cake and a large wedge of cheese cake.  Christiana sat down without saying anything and just started eating.  About three quarters of the way through she stopped saying, “I’m too full.”

            “Oh, I bet you can finish it.”  Elizabeth smiled at her in encouragement.  “Come on, just keep eating, and I’ll let you take a break before dessert.  Got to stretch out that stomach.”

            She finished the plate and had to undo the button before she rested.

            “That’s a good girl, I knew you could,” the older woman smiled as Christiana began to doze in her chair.  A few minutes later she finished the cakes and left for the day.  As they left Elizabeth continued.  “I don’t come in every day like you do, but when I work I’ll be by your side making sure you fill that belly good.”

            Again Christiana grinned, “Okay mom.”

            Butchy and Jake didn’t have to go to the business every day they worked, but there were facilities in a separate part of the building for their needs.  A gym was available in one of the subterranean levels, they had their own hairdressers.  For the few feminine women who were a part of the work they did they had facials, manicurist, and other needs met.  For the members who were going to college they had tutors and other resources available to make them successful.

            The intention was simply to make them the most desirable men and women wherever they went and in whatever circle they moved in.  When women who weren’t a part of the project saw them the women would be vying for their attention, and see the only way to get them was to be bigger.  Also people who envied them for their successes and looks would see what the women wanted and hopefully those who were swayable would follow suit.

            About four or five days a week the two friends would meet up at the Horen Temp Agency building entering through a different entrance than the women so they would not meet them before any contact in the outside world.  Butchy and Jake had been asked to go to different places and talk to women they were interested in.  There was a catchphrase that at some point they used and a corresponding phrase that they listened for.  It was somewhat nonsensical, but if someone listening in on the conversation could easily think they had missed a thread of the conversation.  In this way they could know if they were talking to someone in the business, as they thought of it.  So far none of the women they had met were.

            The hope was that players, as they were called would find connections and start a successful life.  There was no expectation that they had to become romantically involved with someone within the business, but it was assumed that they would at least date people from within the FA community.  This was only one step in the process of the change, five new women’s plus stores were opening in the next four years, and the next six romance movies were starring plus size actresses in the female roles.

            Jake was talking on his phone with Butchy as he drove to the local water park.  “Yeah, I don’t know about this one, but at least I might get to tan a little.”

            He could hear his friend sigh in frustration as she talked.  “I was told to just stay home today.  I don’t think they know what to do with me.”

            Sitting at a red light Jake rolled his eyes, “you were out more than anyone for the first four months.  I think they’re just trying to give you a break.”

            “Whatever.”

            The young man pulled into the parking lot of a water park and got out.  “Look, I’m here, I’ll talk to you later.”  It was early summer and people were just starting to frequent the park.

About four hours earlier Christian and True were meeting up at McDonald’s for breakfast.  It had become a ritual that when they both went in they met up first for a nice big breakfast usually at McDonald’s because they both loved their hash browns best.  “I’ll have the Bagel, egg, sausage, and cheese combo with a large coke and three extra hash browns.”  Christiana ordered.  Her thick thighs had filled out nicely as had her belly.  Her breasts had grown well too, but she was still one of the smallest women at the business.  She was now 165 pounds.

            True had continued to put on weight as well, but not as much as Christiana, she had reached a bit of a plateau and had gone from gaining about three pounds a day to one.  “I’ll have a number three and a number six with two extra hash browns.”

            As the women waited for their food they saw a woman from the business going through drive-thru and looked at each other.  “We ought to ask her to join us some time.”  Christiana said.

            “I think I creep her out a little,” True said with a small smile.

            Christiana laughed.  “No they’re jealous of your ass.”  True did have the proportionately biggest and roundest butt in the business which most women wanted badly for themselves.  She was starting to have trouble getting in and out of bathroom stalls which pleased her to no end.

            After their breakfast the two friends made their way to the building and started eating snacks while waiting to go in for their day’s “work”.  When Christiana finished with her tests and measurements Elizabeth was waiting for her.  The older woman had indeed become a surrogate mother to the young woman.  Christiana smiled as the woman greeted her with a hug and a nice big plate of donuts for her to enjoy.

            “But I haven’t even gotten my massage yet.”  Christiana took the plate and began on the first, a lemon filled donut.

            “Well you need to eat up fast, we need you out today.”  Elizabeth looked so pleased with herself as if it was her accomplishment that Christiana was finally ready to go out.

            “But I’m not nearly as big as the other girls.”  They had reached the massage station and Christiana was trying to eat her treat as fast as possible.

            Elizabeth looked at her charge with a serious expression, “we have good reason for sending you out early.  I guarantee you’ll be happy.”

            After her day’s work which included a manicure and a full body tanning treatment she was given an extra large meal to eat.  She had become not just used to being so full, but also associate the feeling of being utterly cared for.  She smiled contentedly as her belly stuck out full and hard.  She had worn a fitted tank top that now didn’t cover her belly all the way, and a pair of knit pants with a drawstring she had needed to undo for her large meal.

            Now she was given her address and a bikini to wear.  It fit her size well but she knew she would stand out in it.  “Now I want you to have a good time.  There will be people there who will pick on you because of your weight now, but you look wonderful.”  Elizabeth smiled at her again and Christiana just grinned.

            “You really think some people might make fun of me?”  She wasn’t worried it was a point of pride for her.  If the jerks of the world would laugh at her for her weight than maybe she really was getting fat.

            When she got to the water park she found a spot close to the entrance and paid her way in.  It was such a warm sunny day she looked forward to the water slides and the other rides, just as soon as she digested all of her lunch.

            In the changing room she looked at herself in the mirror with the bikini on.  It had larger cups for her full CC breasts, but the bottom half did nothing to hide her wide butt.  It was round but not nearly as full as her friend’s.  She frowned at her back side, the cheeks barely covered by the spandex suit.  She wasn’t unhappy with how big it was she wanted it bigger.  She sighed, nothing to do about it just then, and left.

            Jake stood at a water slide deciding if he wanted to get in line or just stand scoping out the women.  To be honest he didn’t see anyone who was really his type.  The larger women there all had screaming kids and were clearly at least 10 years older than him.  There was a gaggle of young women trying to make themselves noticeable to him but the largest of them was no bigger than a size 9, she didn’t even have any real curves.  He had just decided to go on the slide when he heard it.

            “Soooeeyy,” a kid called out, “Here piggy piggy piggy.”

            Jake turned in the direction of the calls and saw a deliciously plump young woman just a few years younger than him walking by.  She wasn’t really big enough for his tastes, but she had a hell of a lot of nerve to be walking around in such a small swimsuit.  He liked her just for that.

            A young pudgy kid of about fifteen was the culprit, “Yo porker, put on some clothes and go on a diet.”  The boy hooted at her as his own belly bounced with laughter.

            Jake came up and said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Yo brat, take your own advice.”

            Christiana was congratulating herself for managing to meet her own little goal when she heard the second call.  She turned to see a man in green swim trunks and dark brown hair.  He was tall, lean and quite muscular.  She grinned as he came over to her noting that he was checking her out.

            “Hey, sorry about that,” Jake said.  He had a feeling she was the reason he was there noting how soft and round her belly was.  He also noted her appraisal of him.

            “Thanks, I don’t really mind it.”  She smiled looking up at him really seeing now how much taller than her he was.  “but it’s sweet of you to stop it.”

            Now he was almost certain she was the one he was looking for.  “So, you like going out?”  He waited for the response.

            She grinned knowing now why she had been asked to go to the water park, “Only when there’s twice of me.”

            In mock seriousness Jake responded, “Thank god, I thought I was going to have to spend the day looking at the skinny ass bitches who think they look good.”

            She grinned at him thinking how much she liked his hummer.  “Well, I’m not that much bigger, but I try.”

            The group of women were watching in disbelief as the man they had been going after picked the fattest single girl there.  “What the hell?”  A blond girl said.

            A girl who was almost a carbon copy of her rolled her eyes.  “This is just too much.”

            The one brunette in the group chimed in, “First the bowling alley, then the mall, and now here?  Can’t they see the women are sows?”  The women had been dealing with more and more rejection.

            “Well I’ve had it,” the first woman walked up to Jake blatantly trying to get him to give her his attention.

            “I’d love to go on the raft ride with you,” Jake was answering a question when the young woman approached.

            “Aw, you don’t want to go on that with her.”  Jake turned to see the skinniest of the woman talking to him, “she’ll pop the raft.”  She curled up close to him not even noticing he wasn’t reciprocating her advances, “but if you want to snuggle up with someone I’ll go on it with you.”

            Jake pulled away looking on the woman with loathing, “If I wanted to do anything with you I would have gone over to you.”

            The woman looked at him with utter disgust, “instead you’d rather be with a fat assed bitch?”

            Jake turned back to look at Christiana completely disregarding the woman “Better than a swizzle stick.”  He winked at Christiana and turned back around seeing the look of consternation on the thin woman’s face.  “Tell you what, you go have a couple dozen burgers and we’ll see if you can actually grow some boobs.  Then maybe I’ll date you.”

            Christiana had to bite her lip hard not to laugh at the woman’s red face as she marched off.  “What the hell is going on?”

            The two did go on the ride together with Jake holding Christiana in his arms on a raft.  It was intended to be a two-person ride meant to give couples a chance to snuggle.  He couldn’t help but feel her full body and she enjoyed the intimacy.  It had been a long time since she had even thought about a date or anything like this.

After the ride and some more walking around Jake decided to press his luck a little, “So, would you like to get something to eat?”  In his experience larger women were self-conscious about eating large meals in front of people.

            Christiana wasn’t really hungry, she was still a little bloated from her large lunch, but knew this man would like her more if she ate more.  Smiling she answered, “Yeah, I’d love to.”  She wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to eat, but she was determined to impress her date.

            As they waited in line for food at the park, they were told to stay until at least 6pm, they continued to talk.  “What do you want, my treat.”  It was a gesture only.  The meal would be paid for by the business.

            “You know, everything looks so good.  Why don’t you order,” this was an open invitation for Jake.  He wound up ordering three hot dogs, nachos with cheese, an order of french-fries, and two large drinks.  For himself he ordered one hot dog and a small soda.

            Christiana and Jake started dating almost immediately.  The business was delighted with the success of their match.  They had set up a profile of every man and woman within their operation with the idea that they would try and set up positive matches with people who shared their views.  It wasn’t a requirement for them to become involved with someone within the business, but it did help their cause when it did happen.

            With Elizabeth at work and Jake in her home life Christiana quickly grew into her role as the plus sized lover of the handsome working man.  Her gain became one of the highest in the project and by winter she had gone from one of the smallest to among the largest of the women pushing 250 pounds by November.

            Jake couldn’t be more delighted.  He had never really thought of himself as someone who wanted to watch someone gain, but given the chance he enjoyed every moment of it.  He gave her gifts of food every time they met and almost all their sex involved her filling herself to full capacity and they had sex frequently.  With the point of the project to help control population growth it wasn’t a shock when the business insisted on the two using birth control at all times.

            Christiana didn’t know she could be as happy as she was in the life she had made for herself.  She reveled in the time she spent with Jake, wallowed in the pampering of the visits to the business, and gorged herself every chance she got.  Even when she was alone she found herself eating as much food as she could manage, which was becoming more and more as time went on.

            Christiana was at Jake’s apartment lying back on the couch in his arms finishing up the last of a large bowl of pasta.  Her big belly lay in front of her with the bowl resting on top of it.  She propped her feet up on a table her thick thighs spread out enough now that she couldn’t cross her legs.  Jake had his arms around her stroking her full belly and nuzzling at her neck.  She set the bowl aside and just relished the feeling of being held.

            “Mmh,” She moaned in pleasure as the young woman felt his hold around her soft fat hips.

            “You feel better every time I hold you.”  Jake said as he relished her body.  He was in the mood for more, but knew she usually settled for a while after eating, which was why instead he started talking about his friend.  “They keep sending her out, but I don’t know what they want.”

            After an unladylike burp Christiana answered, “I don’t think they’ve sent any women out to meet her.”

            “Then what the hell are they doing?”  Jake was irritated for his friend, she had become dejected about the whole situation and he wanted her to have what he had now.

            “I don’t think they have as many lesbians on my side as they do yours, I know True is going out every day almost, but she doesn’t like any of the women they set her up with.”

            Jake turned to look at her confused, “True’s, not a lesbian.”

            At that Christiana laughed so hard her belly bounced uncontrollably, “And how do you know that?”  She panted with the exertion as her boyfriend looked at her in surprise.  He had met True on a couple of occasions as Christiana had met Butchy.  It never occurred to him that the feminine woman he had met was a gay.

            “Well,” He paused realizing he had no way of knowing that.  “Okay, how do you know?”

            She smirked, “You had to be there for orientation.”  Then she thought for a moment as he sat thinking.  “You know, it couldn’t hurt anything to introduce them.”

            A few days later Christiana and True sat at a café in town drinking their respective drinks and talking.  Christiana was excited thinking she was making the perfect match for her single friend, but True seemed ambivalent about it.  It was just bad luck that there were more lesbians on the FA side and fewer on the gaining side of the equation, but more women were joining every day and the company was becoming more selective in its recruits to try and bridge the gap.

            True was wearing a long sleeved shirt with a low cut V that accentuated her ample cleavage.  It clung to her plump belly and love handles.  Her jeans were practically painted onto her thighs in a way that showed they were meant to fit snug with a bit of spandex in the fabric.  Her long blond curls spilled around her face as she looked down at her frothy drink, “Well at least the drinks are good.”

            “Don’t be so negative.”  Christiana was getting irritated with her friend, but she knew why she felt like she did.  Then the young plump woman brightened as she saw her boyfriend and his friend.  “There they are.”

            When True looked up she actually did a double take.  It wasn’t Jake whom she had met and liked a lot as a friend, but the woman standing next to him.  She was a tall muscular woman in a leather jacket and jeans.  When Butchy undid her jacket the short fat woman saw a dress shirt and sleeveless undershirt, though she had a little bit of a belly, it was clear to see that she was a very muscular woman and unassuming about it.  She was most true to her name and fully butch.

            Christiana smiled as she saw the look on her friends face, “You can put your tongue back in your mouth.”

            True just gave her friend a dirty look and saw the self-satisfied grin on her face.

            Jake came over and leaned down to kiss Christiana on the cheek before doing the introductions.  Though Butchy wasn’t quite so obvious he knew she approved of the woman as much as True liked her.  By the end of the coffee date the two women had made plans for another date, and the matchmakers grinned with satisfaction at their choice.

            True, and Butchy became a close couple fast.  The assignments the couples were given now had to do with going out on very public dates to social events where they could be seen as the fat women admired for the catches they had landed.

            When out on their dates Jake and Christiana noticed a woman who showed all the signs of recently gaining a large amount of weight.  When she had the chance to see, Christiana saw it was the woman from the water park who had tried to take Jake from her.  The man she was with seemed to be trying to convince her to eat more and she was fighting to force it down.  It was clear she had decided to fatten up to keep her boyfriend happy, as it seemed many women were doing lately.