"The Blood Red Hypnotist"
by:thephatomfreak

Victor Quarton was a well known hypnotist in the late 1700s & early 1800s, you may have heard of his greatness & you may have not.  
 
But to all who knew Victor personally or otherwise couldn't help but be dazzled by his constant victorious attempts to outdo himself time & time again. 
 
He was a master of mind control & could bend even the strongest of minds to his bidding. But Victor was humble about his power & considered it a blessing as well as a curse by God himself. 
 
His outwardly features were plain & simple just as the man he claimed to be outside his profession. His black hair was neat & tidy, but extremely curly when not properly slicked back. 
 
He was an appropriate dresser, just as the normal gentlemen of the time were. He spoiled himself on long purple coats lined with bronze & tethered at the ends with gold. 
 
But the one thing Victor could not control was his constant, unsasable lust for women. Especially ones of the more volumptous breed. 
 
The reason being was when Victor was a young lad preforming in the circus, his eyes had met the gaze of the most beautiful angel that an 11 year old could hope to see. 
 
He longed for her in a way so sensual & preverted, that he could hardly contain his manhood. He soon found himself secretly courting the girl. But, it was not in his best interest or the young girl's either. 
 
The girl was the daughter of the ring master of the circus that had taken Victor in from the cold when he was abandoned some years ago & set him up as a main attraction. 
 
Victor was fired from his job when the ringmaster spotted Victor making advances on his daughter. Victor wept as he said goodby to all his friends & left the big top. 
 
And it was this unhealthy obession that would be the end of him entirely. 
 
For it was during one of his many shows in the town of Transelvania that he spotted a very buxom lass wearing a unsightfully tiny pink bodice dress with long frills that could hardly contain her breasts that were of a much larger grandeur & size than one would suppose a typical bodice dress was capable of holding. 
 
Her long elegant hair was full of flaxen curls besetting her emerald green eyes from her view of Victor as he preformed on another ( or as Victor thought) "Plain-looking" woman.  
 
With a few simple worlds, Victor made the plain looking woman think that she was a bird. 
 
As the people laughed, the woman was frightened & desprately tried to fly away by flapping her long twig like arms up & down. But gravity prevented her from doing such. 
 
Victor snapped his fingers & the woman was escourted back to her table by her large muscular husband. 
 
" Any others? Please people, do not be afraid. You perhaps miss?" Victor said, calling out to the buxom girl. 
 
" Oh?! Well, I suppose." The girl said with a vibrant smile upon her lips as a slight giggle passed through them as well. 
 
Being the gentleman that Victor was, he lent his hand to the girl & escourted her up the steps to the wooden chair. 
 
As he watched her walk, Victor noticed that her rear end was wonderfully enormous for a woman of such a small status as a quiant village girl. So, Victor sufficed as much that the girl was simply born big. 
 
As her green eyes watched his, Victor pondered what to do to her.  
 
" Miss, may I have you name please?" Victor asked softly in a polite tone. 
 
" My name? Fiona Fargenstein." 
 
" Mrs.Fargenstein....." 
 
" Please Misour Victor, I don't have the privilage of calling myself that quite yet." Fiona giggled. 
 
" Miss Fargenstein, do you like to eat?" 
 
" That depends, Misour Victor, who is by chance asking?" 
 
" Myself, You see ladies & gentlemen I am about to hypnotise Miss Fargenstein into thinking that she is but merely an animal. I'm sure by my hint that you can guess what it is." Victor chuckled, pressing his glasses up against his face. 
 
The audience chuckled with along Victor, as his felt his manhood pressing up against his purple dress pants. 
 
" Watch my pocket watch Miss Fargenstein, I believe you will find it most fascinating." 
 
Fiona's eyes slowly followed the copper pocket watch back & forth, back & forth until her emerald green eyes faded into white. 
 
" Are you there Miss Fargenstein?" 
 
" Yes, Misour Victor." Fiona said in a soft, eerily eroctic tone of voice. 
 
" When I snap my fingers, you will grow very very hungry for food. Hungrier than you could ever possibly imagine. In short, you will become a pig. Do you understand?" 
 
" Yes, Misour Victor." 
 
Victor snapped his fingers, Fiona's head sprang up from it's lowered state. Her stout lips gave forth mass amounts of drool as she squealed for food. 
 
" If you had been paying attention chefs, you must have surely heard Miss Fargenstein's squeal. Bring on the trough." 
 
The chefs did as they were told. When the trough was finally hauled out on the platform, Fiona snarled at them. This almost threw them completely of balance. 
 
The pig like Fiona dug in with gusto. After she was finished, she demanded more & more, until her frilly pink bodice looked like it would surely bear forth the fruit of Fiona's sinful gluttony. 
 
Victor snapped his fingers again, for the sake of the all the disgusted faces of the people present & to prevent Fiona any further humiliation. 
 
" Oh my," She belched," I feel so heavy, I feel as if I am with a child." 
 
" It would seem so Miss Fargenstein, here is your seat." 
 
As Fiona sat down, the small chair began to give way to the bulk of her newly fattened body.And if that wasn't enough, the bodice gave way & exposed a large amount of her belly & breast flesh through the ripped seams of her much adored dress. 
 
Humilated, Fiona dashed through the door in a sprint of tearful cries to avoid the howls of laughter from the townsfolk. 
 
Victor felt very ashamed & sent all the people on their way as he dashed out the door to correct his mistake. 
 
He eventually found Fiona in the alleyway hours later sobbing her heart out. 
 
" How....how..how could you do this to me?! I never hurt you!" She cried. 
 
" I appoligize Miss Fargenstein. I overstepped my bounds. I had no intention of embarassing you infront of all of Transelvania." 
 
" Well, you did it Misour Victor, you must certainly damn near did it. I will not be able to show my face in the town ever again without snooty snickerings from all the people." 
 
" I know that it will not possibly change your feelings toward my actions tonight, but.....would you care to stay with me at my manor on the hillside?" 
 
Fiona stopped her crying. She half heartedly hoped that he was making a jest. 
 
" Really?" 
 
" Yes, if you hurry, we will both make it in time for supper." Victor said escourting Fiona to her cottage. 
 
" Please Misour Victor, I am beyond the point of sheer fullness thanks to your charade." Fiona replied, blowing her nose. 
 
But Victor just meerly laughed at her & patted Fiona's terribly engorged gut" Oh, I think you'll be able to make room, Miss Fargenstein. I think you'll be able to make room." 
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Shortly after a pleasent carriage ride up to the Quarton Manor, Fiona felt less angry at Victor for what he had done to her. 
 
She had never before seen such a great deal of remorse in a man's eyes before. They showcased to her infinite sadness & pain like that of a wounded animal. So as to her, it was breathtaking as well as heartwrenching. 
 
" I am surprised that you pack so lightly in your suitcases Miss Fargenstein. Is this all you own?" 
 
" Only the essential's Misour Victor, unless you would perfer me to stay with you longer." 
 
" As you wish Miss Fargenstein. Your will is that but of your own." 
 
But Fiona wasn't listening, she was too immersed in the beauty of the Quarton Manor to speak. The Manor from the outside was huge & certainly large enough to qualify as a church. It even looked like one do to many similarities, such as gargoyles perched up in random places & a bell of all things. 
 
" I see you fancy my home. Well, it's much more lovelier on the inside & much, much more breathtaking." Victor grinned, setting down Fiona's bags on the porchsteps. 
 
He then knocked on the door & it was quickly answered by a rathery hefty & buxom girl in a french maid outfit. " Oh! Hello Misour Victor, Welcome home! I hope your preformance went well." 
The maid said quickly jumping into Victor's arms for a very loving hug. 
 
As Victor chuckled at the little maid's advances, Fiona simply groaned. Things of the romantic nature did not interest her at the moment. 
 
" Misour Victor, who is the lovely lady? Is she to become another maid?" The maid said, said still hugging Victor. 
 
" No Lily, she is but a guest & she shall be treated as such, understand?" 
 
Lily feverishly nodded her head as she let go from the embrace. 
 
" Lily, I would like you to take Miss Fargenstein's belongings up to the guest quarters. I'll be showing her around." 
 
The little maid nodded again & courtseied before Fiona 
 
" Please enjoy your stay with us Miss Fargenstein. Supper shall be ready shortly Misour Victor." She said, taking in the bags. 
 
" Are all your maids of that grand size?" Fiona asked. 
 
" Yes, but it was not of my doing. You see, I have a belief that a skinny person or a relationship is like a twig when it first begins to blossom into a rose, but if the skinny person or relationship is built on a firm foundation such as gaining weight, it will be able to break much less easily. The maids understand this & have grown this large to symbolize their trust in me." 
 
" Interesting, how long has Lily been with you?" 
 
" Not too terribly long, she is still only but a child," Victor laughed," Ever since she arrived things have developed into a fruitful grove of merryment & has made the rest of maids jobs much much easier." 
 
Victor then lent out his hand for Fiona to recieve. She was hesitant at first but quickly latched on with a sense of friendly affection. 
 
As Victor & Fiona entered, the rest of the maids were busy tiddying up for supper. Some cleaned the checkered black & white marble floor by hand, while others dusted the long banister that lead to the library, the study, the bathrooms & the living quarters fit for all 23 of the maids, Victor & several guests or friends that might drop by unexpectedly. Other maids were busily setting the long table & cooking the feast for the evening.. 
 
" My, you certainly work your maids to the bone." 
 
" I don't, they love this house & they want each & every person to know it. Is that such a crime Miss Fargenstein?" 
 
" I suppose not, they do seem to fancy you though." 
 
" Please," Victor chuckled again," They consider me a father to them & I would not want it otherwise. Come, dinner is ready." 
 
The dinner itself was not without it's niceties. As she ate, Fiona contiuned to be fairly reserved about being a little more hefty than she was normally used to being & her feelings toward Victor even though she secretly was ashamed to admit that she was growing to love both. 
 
Fiona ate little, only a quarter of a large slab of sizzling steak & a small helping of chessecake. She would not let herself go again quite so easily as she had previously. 
 
She continued to pick at the steak long after she was finished, moving it back & forth with her fork thru the creamy gravy like sauce that accompainied it so well. 
 
" Done so soon Miss Fargenstein? Your steak is getting a little cold, I'd as soon throw it out for the animals to eat if you are not going to finish it." Victor said. 
 
His fork was drawn close to his mouth, savoring the heavenly flavor of his steak inside it as he looked upon her with an ashamed gaze. 
 
Fiona wanted to eat more, she truely did but what would be the price if she did so this time? 
 
Victor smiled, a look of desire flashed on his lips as he removed the fork from them. He brought his fingertips downwards to graze on the dome of soft, white, & wonderfully perfect piece of flesh that Fiona's tummy was becoming. 
 
Fiona's meekness slowly begain to recede as Victor gently rubbed her belly in a loving manner. A smile from her lips was his reward. 
 
" Do you do such things with your other guests? Our am I the only one to be privilaged by such a thing?" She giggled. 
 
Victor tried his best to covert his growing emotions for Fiona, but the deep redness of his face proved otherwise. 
 
" Would.....would you like to feed the rest to me? I feel much better, I believe the tightness has ceased....... for now." 
 
Victor nodded. He brought a small portion of the steak to her lips. She cradled it inside her mouth for several moments before digesting it whole & asking for another piece. 
 
The maids looked on, their hearts fluttering about nourishing their innermost desires. It was hard not to fancy a man such as Victor. 
 
Shorty thereafter, Fiona was done. The pressure of her overfed belly was forcing the seams of her dress to detach themselves one at a time. Watching such a profound  
spectacle enthralled Victor to the point of no end. 
 
The dress gave way slowly & when finished, all that was left was an extremely satisfied & partily nude Fiona, longing for Victor to make love to her in such a vain manner that it should have been sinful. 
 
A sweaty Victor licked his parched lips. He had such a desire himself. 
 
They quickly clutched hands & made a mad dash to Victor's quarters to take care of it. 
 
The love that Fiona brought forth towards Victor in his bedroom was not unlike what a mother would have for her child, but it was so much more intimate. 
 
The sex was adequate enough for both parties to sustain them until going at it again shorty.  
 
The second time was filled more with cuddles than kisses. Fiona wrapped her beautifuly large & mildy grotesque thighs around her new lover & brought him close to her so they could never possibly part in the bed. 
 
She then forcefully pushed Victor's head into her waiting mamaries, only to be greeted with by a soft suckling sound coming from them, Victor kissed them & basked in their fullness, longing for everflowing milk to pour from them. 
 
He chuckled to himself though, Fiona's bossoms were freckly. Sadly, no other part of her body was blessed with such a wonderful distinction. 
 
" Do you love me Misour Victor?" She moaned. 
 
" I cannot love another, I am too much in love with you my pet."  
 
" If I grow bigger, will your love be the same for me?" 
 
" Ever growing as you shall be. I long for the day when your minuscule belly is lush & boundless so I can just lie on it in a peaceful slumber with you stroking my face." He smirkfully replied. 
 
" What a glorious day that shall be," Fiona yawned, "for the both of us."  
 
And they slept under the covers, keeping each other close so that the warmth could not leave their bodies. 
 
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A new day had dawned on the Quarton manor as Fiona awoke from her long rest. 
 
Wonderful smells filled her nose as her blurred vision was slowly heightened. She looked up & there was Victor. Startled, she clutched the covers close. 
 
" Good morning my pet, did you sleep well?" Victor grinned. 
 
" Never before have I slept on a stomach so full & bloated as I had last night. But yes my love, I slept well," She yawned, stretching her arms upwards," Have you brought breakfast with you?" 
 
" Yes. I thought you would never awake. Breakfast was hours ago, I had my maids warm it up for you in the oven."  
 
Victor stripped & dove into the covers to feed his love. Every morsel of the luke warm breakfast was returned with affection from Fiona. 
 
With every bite she took, Fiona's heart melted a little more. She felt as soft & loving outwardly as she did inwardly.  
 
Several months ago, unfortunately, she would have found this feeling repugnant since she grew up as as a plus sized tomboy in a family of 10 other boys, but now it was bittersweet & lovely.  
 
" Is it all gone Victor?" Fiona asked, a little surprised. 
 
" Yes my love it is. But we still have some cakes & pastries left over from last night, would you like some?"  
 
" Yes please, bring it all if you can." 
 
" A bit head strong about gaining weight aren't we?" Victor said, rasing an eyebrow to such a fanciful remark. 
 
" No my love, just hungry. Tell your maids I throughly enjoyed last night's dinner & today's breakfast to the utmost degree. I look forward to balloning quickly due to the wondeful taste of it all." 
 
" I will, they will be most delighted at such a compliment." He chuckled. 
 
Fiona stretched again, making sure that her limbs were in working order. She wiggled her fingers & her toes. She was gratified to know that her mobility wasn't hindered, not for now at least. 
 
She flung the soft kasmire covers away from her & got up to take a shower. 
 
When she opened the door, the shower was huge. Big enough to hold a great deal of people & tall enough to accomadate a person of tall stature. 
 
It was a shower similar to what we call a walk in one now, but it was strange & intruiging to a person such as Fiona a long time ago. 
 
As Fiona turned the broze handles, she was instantly pampered with a light mist of sensuously warm water.  
 
She lathered her body slowly as to not cause it any form of discomfort since she had eaten a relatively large meal some moments before. 
 
She was slightly bemused at how big she had gotten over the past 24 hours. Every inch of her was rounded making her slightly indistingishable from her past self. 
 
But she was most facinated at how large her breasts had grown. Still firm & supple as they ever were & at an astonishing size double G, they made Fiona quite delicious sight to behold. 
 
" Precious, where are you?" Victor called. 
 
" I'm in the shower my love, bring the food in here." 
 
The cart noisily rattled it's way into the bathroom, the shower only providing a slight haze of what the cart contained. 
 
" What would you like first?" 
 
" Anything, I'm absolutely starving." She moaned,rubbing her fat ponch. 
 
Victor opened the shower door & smiled affectionately at his growing love. 
 
" Everytime I see you, I pinch myself a little harder to make sure I'm not dreaming. You have filled out wonderfully." 
 
Fiona blushed in a timid manner. She was not the lustfully playful vixen she was last night. She was a tad more passive. 
 
Victor undressed & walked in with the cart. There were lush cakes, apple strudel the size of a mantle piece & several arm length sized eclairs. 
 
" Oh, I don't think......" 
 
Victor's wet finger stopped her from finishing her setence. 
 
" Shhhh, yes you can," He said softly," Eat it slowly my pet. I will help you." 
 
Victor took a large piece of black forest cake & put it on a wet plate. He then took a fork & cut off a more than generous portion of it & brought it to Fiona's lips for possible acceptance just as he had done with the steak. 
 
Fiona readily accepted the offer. It was smooth in texture & slightly soggy from the water, but still, it was good enough to ask for another. 
 
Two Hours later, Fiona was groaning in absolute pain. She had eaten more than enough to feed a whole army for a week. Her stomach was gigantic, 4 times the size of Victor's head & red as a tomato. 
 
" I feel like I'm going to vomit! Victor, how on earth could you feed me so much at one sitting? You're lucky I fancy you, otherwise I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing." She louldy belched. 
 
" There's just a little more left, I'm positive that you can stomach it." 
 
Fiona did as she was told & opened her mouth to recieve the last huge slice of Apple strudel. Afterwards, Victor had to assist her back into the bed after she had dried herself off. 
 
The bed creaked under Fiona's weight. At the rate she was gaining, it wouldn't hold her much longer. 
 
" Foolish bed," Victor laughed," Aren't you strong enough to hold such a heavenly robust woman?" 
 
" Seems as much that it is so. Victor, I am sleepy, won't you join me for a nap?" 
 
Victor could hardly refuse. He got in & Fiona cuddled him, almost impossible due to the sheer size of her belly. 
 
She gazed at him as he snored lying his head on her firm bossom as a pillow like subsitute. She stroked his face, it was soft & smooth. He had obviously shaved. But he did not have to do such things in her mist. He was already everything she could have wished for in a man. & she was slowly becoming everything he could hope for in a woman. 
 
She then thought that they were made for eachother as she sighed to herself, softly breathing on Victor's neck. 
 
The world was slowly darkening around her & she gave into her weakness. 
 
Her dreams were only of him now & she hoped that it would stay that way, forever. 
 
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When both awoke, it was late, half past seven o'clock. 
 
Fiona noticed that Victor was not as far away from her as he was previously. She looked down to see that her once full stomach had condensed into a delightful mass of white flesh. 
 
" Victor, are you awake?" 
 
" Yes precious I am, do you need something?" 
 
" No," She replied, yawning & stroking his smooth face yet again," just you for the moment." 
 
" Has your belly unfirmed itself?" 
 
" Yes, It's just a blob of wondeful flesh now as I am slowly becoming." 
 
Victor rolled over & was overcome by lust. He took her belly in his hands & felt it. It was softer than the Kashmier covers that they were fooling around in. 
 
Fiona giggled so loudly that it could have almost been mistaken for an orgasm. 
 
" You know the best way to fondle me everywhere." She moaned in pleasure, cuddling him close to her. 
 
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months & months turned into years. 
 
2 years to the day after Fiona had met her now current husband Victor, Fiona had bloomed into a sexy behemoth of 960lbs. 
 
When she waddled, if she could from being so full sometimes, her whole body shifted & swayed luciously. 
 
No bra could hold her massive mamaries that defied all probable logic for they still were full, supple & unsaggy.  
 
Her belly was an enormous glob of flesh that fufilled Victor's wish & her ass with the largest of all things, it was twice as wide as their original bed before Fiona outgrew it & destroyed it from being too heavy.  
 
But the most beautiful thing of all to Victor was her face, it was lovely & cherub like that had grown three & almost four chins & cheeks that had sqaushed her plump lips & gorgous eyes together making her look all the more jolly. 
 
Her hair had also grown. It tickled her ankles as she waddled making her giggle hysterically at random moments during the day. 
 
This almost resulted in a major turn on for them both when it occured. 
 
During this time of joy,Fiona had developed a close, almost motherly bond with the maids, Lily especially. 
 
Fiona also had supervised all the cooking just to make sure it was tasty enough. But sometimes, it was TOO tasty & because of this, the maids had slowly ballooned from Fiona's cooking, just as Fiona had bimped from the maid's. 
 
Sometimes, as FIona made sweet love to Victor, they both could hear the shrill moaning coming from the maid's quarters. 
 
Fiona couldn't blame them.  
 
" It's my fault they've grown this big Victor. If they accumulate any more weight, who will clean the house for you?" Fiona breathlessly asked. 
 
" I will hire new maids in the morning. The current ones will stay in their quarters indefinately." 
 
As the morning sun shone on Quarton Manor, There was a soft knocking at Victor's bedroom door. 
 
The door slowly creaked open & Lily walked in, her wide sausage like fingers gripping the door handle as she smiled at a half awake Victor. 
 
Fiona's delicous cooking had effected her the most. Her body was hardly rolly, just mostly spherecial from all her constant eating. 
 
Her face was as big & fat as Fiona's, but it could hardly be seen over her imense bust that outmatched Fiona's in every which way. 
 
" Misour....Victor.....," She huffed," The.....new maids, they have.....arrived. Would.....you like.......me.....to show......them....in?" 
 
" Yes, I'll be down shortly." 
 
Victor slowly kissed Fiona's non-existant neck & dressed, eager to meet his new maids. 
 
Victor sighed to himself. The maids were pretty, but far thin. Victor was sure that none of them weighted more than 125lbs. 
 
But as Victor's eyes came to another new maid that he was certain he missed, he was taken aback. Her body was large & wide with thick hips, big firm breasts, & a slight ponch. Her hair was very long, blonde & in several ponytails. Her face was jolly & plump. Her mystifing purple eyes met Victor's as she blushed profusely. Her stout lips dwarfed by her Insistent lip bitting.  
 
The girl reminded Victor so much of Fiona on the day he met her that he knew that he must employ her. 
 
" Miss, what is you name?" Victor asked sweating. 
 
" Laya Adamson Misour Victor." The girl's voice was sweet & heavenly. 
 
" How much do you want this job Miss Adamson?" 
 
" Very much sir. My boyfriend has parted with me because he thinks of me as too large to tame to his sexual desires." 
 
" Miss Adamson....." 
 
" Yes Misour Victor?" 
 
" You're hired." 
 
And they say as the story goes that Victor secretly courted Miss Adamson behind the large, supple backside of Fiona. Miss Adamson grew larger shortly thereafter. Victor thought that she was simply getting fatter, but she was not. Miss Adamson was pregnant from the constant fooling around that they were both doing. 
 
Fiona was the first to discover it & quickly divorced Victor.  
 
& in a fury from his divorce to love, Victor killed Laya with one shot of his revolver. 
 
A bloody Laya was sprawled on the floor with Victor crying beside her when all the townsfolk came to see what all the rucus was about the next morning. 
 
Victor was hung that morning & to this very day, the townsfolk refer to him as " The Blood Red Hypnotist". 

THE END