Answer to a Prayer
by delicious
take your fetish to church (tame)

"Hail Mary, full of grace...."

Gina felt the pain in her knee, but continued to pray near the
back of St Leo's... She was a big girl and it hurt to kneel,
but....Three more, she thought. Only three more. Maybe that would
remove her other, greater pain.

".....in our time of need, pray for us..."

She needed a miracle, yes a miracle. What else could change her
life, the loneliness? No one could love her as she was. She was
certain.

Earlier today, riding the bus, she had seen THE LOOK.  One 
moment, she was lost in thought, hanging on for dear life, as
the bus driver tried to make her fall down, the damn bastard...

Another rub on the rosary, and Gina felt absolution for having   
damned that driver.  Oh he was going to hell anyway. I know, 
because God told me, and not just because it's my story; he's 
going to hell because he beats his wife and mistress, and thinks 
that there is no god: because his wife is a lousy lay.  God knows
 and so do I that it usually takes two to be this lousy in bed.

...but nevermind the driver, this story isn't about him.

THE LOOK.  One minute Gina is hanging on for dear life, 
when a man gets out of his seat, to get off the bus.  He turns, 
sees Gina in the narrow aisle.

THE LOOK: because Gina completely fills the narrow aisle 
between the seats on the bus.  This young man looks once at
the astonishing width of Gina's hips, as she stands sideways,
not even trying to fill the space, which she would do as 
effectively as a soft white cork in the bottleneck of the
bus-aisle, her ass jiggling like a seismograph, reading the 
bumps of the road and the swerves of the driver.

All this in a second, that says to him that he can't get through
without being squeezed between that ass and the seats. For an
instant his eyes are wide THE LOOK-- and then he simply turns, 
to go the long way off the bus. 

Gina had been eying him for the whole ride, in his silk shirt
tousled hair, strong nose.  But no, he gave her the look,
and that was the end of that.

There were two types of people in the world: those who
gave Gina THE LOOK, and those who simply didn't see her.
Her choice in life was to be invisible, or to receive those momentary
stares of horror.  She felt such longing, such simple hunger for 
companionship from such a man as the sweet-faced one who had 
fled in terror from her hugeness.  How would she ever feed that hunger? 
She was starving, and any food that she could ever find would either 
fail to see her, or stare at her.  

And so she prayed for help.  Only a miracle could help her.

At that moment, a click signaled the completion of another miracle.

"You di-dit! I knew you could did-it!"

The safe opened to Gino's gentle touch, but before he could so
much as see what was inside, Aldo grabbed him. "Thank you, your
job's done." He pulled the money out in fistfulls, crushing them
into a satchel.

Gino watched, as Aldo relieved the church of its savings. "I
still think this is wrong."

Aldo stopped and turned to him. "Din-I tell you the padre is
rich? Din-I tell you the poor no get dis money? Well now the poor
WILL get da money".

"shshshs!" Gino replied, glancing around.

Aldo shrugged. "Who'sa gonna stop us?"

"Maybe God???" but Gino was in awe of his older friend, and
afraid to challenge him. "I want you to put it back.....this is
wrong, Aldo".

"Aw shudd-UP!" and with that Aldo pushed Gino down onto his back.

"I knew I shoulda done dis alone..." and strode out of the office. He 
heard the murmur of prayer, and felt calmed by the sound.  Without any

sense of irony or shame, he knelt.  He was not far from the only other 
person in the church.

"Bless me father for I have sinned" he said aloud, chuckling.   Then he
crossed himself, and stood.

               * * * * * * *

Gino, dazed, got to his feet, and came into the church, at a run.

He heard a loud crashing noise, then he stopped....and fell to his 
knees praying.

               * * * * * *

Gina continuing to pray, no longer felt any pain in her knees.
She heard a man nearby say "bless me father..." or something. Was
this confession? She was only momentarily confused, and resumed
her devotions. A warmth filled her unlike any she had ever felt.
She thought of the miracle of the Israelites in the wilderness,
fed on manna from heaven. Somehow she was being filled. She felt
a glorious warmth, a glow that became hot like a sunburn going
through her thighs and hips and behind. 

Gina saw a golden light, while feeling golden warmth rushing through
her.  The painful hunger she had felt before, thinking of the boy on the 
bus, of all those LOOKS she had seen directed at her, was now replaced
by a sensation of being filled, and being stroked, as if by a friendly hand.
She had an irresistible urge to breathe deeply, as though by doing so she
would puff out her chest with pride, and for the first time in her life, take
the space she was entitled to.

Inhaling, it almost felt as though somehow her clothes were too small, but 
she pulled air endlessly into those lungs.....had they somehow grown? She
seemed to be inhaling more.....and more.....and more.  But her clothes only
stretched.

Her head was still down, so she did not see anything happen to the pews in
front of her, even though they had to be displaced, being pressed by two
breasts that each throbbed forward, impelled by her huge lungs, full of air.
Fortunately the church was empty in front of her, as all the pews that had 
seated 100 people in 7 rows crashed upon one another, piled before the altar
as an offering of kindling at the feet of the Lord, whose eyes upon the cross 
surely twinkled at the sight.

She had to get up.  Oh yes, the usual pain in the knees.  Being tall and very 
very fat Gina's knees always had some pain, but right now they were somehow
screaming in pain, as though she would press through the floor of the church.
She had to get up, because, wow, it felt as though her knees were gouging into
the marble floor of the church, pressing little grooves in the marble, with the
heavy weight of longing, satisfied by so much glorious golden love, flowing
into her, and around her. 

And so Gina rose from her knees without raising her head, and sat, slowly...

Had she ever sat so slowly? She felt she was in a dream sitting
in slow motion. why was it taking so long for her weight to
settle? She felt, as she sat back that she was sinking, sinking
down, as if sitting on a beanbag chair, drifting down through
softness, and still sinking further, further. She melted into the
reverie of the Mother of God in her miraculous bounty.  Sitting was
another dream of endless bounty, as she felt God's love, under her 
as she sat.  Surely God must love her to have made her so big?
And that love abided, and grew, as she felt herself in slow-motion,
drifting downward through the softness of her behind extending behind
her much much more than her breasts had extended in front, for hadn't it
always been her curse or blessing, Gina recalled her father say...anything 
can be a blessing when seen in the right light that she was pear-shaped,
and that she had small breasts, but huge thighs and big pendulous buttocks
that jiggled behind her in a shelf.  

If this was a girl with no breasts, and she had just cleared 7 rows of pews in
front of her, what might her pendulous shelf of an ass have done behind her?

The cracking sound behind her was, of course, extremely pronounced.

                         * * * *

Aldo continued chuckling, as he felt something touch him, gently.

What?  Gently, so gently.  The softness of an angel, a naked warm
touch that reminded him of baby-skin and baptism.

He looked to his right, where the fat woman had been praying. He
saw what was touching him... Her skirt had billowed out, but
they did not have to stretch, as each buttock and thigh grew
like dough, warm and rising in a pimply tide of goosebumps,
with a bit of black hair....she was Italian. (Hey, I like girls with hairy 
thighs and asses, okay!)


Her thighs and hips and stomach and ass had simply spread,
grown, coming across the church, first touching him. Before he
realized, it was too late to move. The velvety roundness
spread like an expanding shockwave of softness.

"Wha?" too late. He tried to get up, but the wave of ass was
already above him, and beyond him. He could see to his left the
rest of the church, but the ceiling was now concealed, a dark
wave closed over him.

He was under one soft buttock that grew like an airbag in a
car accident, filling every inch of space.

He fell, in between the pews, and started to crawl, thinking to
escape. But the pews fell over. Dark. Can't breathe.

Panic. He muttered to the soft ass that filled his face, but
could anyone hear him? "I don't wanna die....!" He whimpered 
like a little baby, in the enclosed space, frightened, and certain
he was going to be crushed.  

Also's face had THE LOOK, but unlike the rest, he did not escape,
and could not make a wisecrack. In fact, all the cracks he had ever 
made had literally come back on him.  

He found the calm of a drowning man, saw God, and realized that
he would never again make fun of fat women. In fact, as he
inhaled the slightly garlicky scent, he felt he might ask out Vinny's
sister....Sure she was taller than Aldo, and maybe a lot heavier. But 
he had been making fat jokes around her, because he couldn't face 
the fact that he was totally hot for her, with those huge hooters.

What would it be like to be under her, looking up at that sweet smiling 
face, while she squished those huge boobs down on him? If he lived
to see her again, he was going to find out.

Oh yeah.....and he also thought maybe shouldn't have robbed
the church.

                         * * * * *

Gino came forward. He touched the warm fabric. A woman heated the
room through this thin layer of cloth.... why was it grown with
her? Another miracle....He touched, and then leaned into its
softness.... His face, running with tears, as he spread his arms.
Hugging.

He thought of his childhood here, the prayers. "mother..... 
I am  sorry......."

And he then thought of Aldo, and the money.

                    * * * * * *

Gino reached in between the pews.... Aldo was still alive! Gino
pulled and pulled. Out came the man and the satchel. "come with
me", Gino said.

Aldo, shaking, looked at Gino.

....and they returned the money.

                    * * * * * * *

Gina came out of her reverie. She looked around. There was no
sign of anything miraculous, but she felt she had changed,
somehow. She was still a big girl: as big as when she had entered
the church. But she felt lighter, somehow.

The pews were all in place, exactly as they should be.  Nothing had 
changed, although Gina couldn't account for the way her clothes
seemed to be unbearably tight across her chest, as though her breasts
had grown while she was praying.

She came to the door, and looked back, at the sun pouring through
the stained glass, as if the church were saying a friendly
goodbye. Tears came to her eyes.

"Miss.....Miss!"

A young man came running from the back of the church. He was so
flustered he couldn't talk. Gina noticed that his eyes, too, were
glistening with tears.

She looked at him, and saw this, and started to giggle. "I just
love coming here....to cry." She laughed even harder at the
thought, and added "I needed a good cry.... I feel so much 
better... you too?"

Gino stood, still awestruck. "Yes.... I feel a lot better.....Can
I walk with you?"

Gina smiled even more...."Sure...are you hungry? I'm famished".

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