Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Karen and Michael: Dream
Karen's friends were laughing the whole way home. "Did you see that one girl with her fat belly hanging out?" "What about that guy who had tits bigger than mine?" "I can't believe those whales think they can dance on our risers!"
Karen wasn't really paying attention, she was still stinging after being rejected for one of those whales. Really! She could dance, she could dance really well. How could he snub her for someone twice, maybe three times her size?
All night long she tossed and turned. Even in her dreams she was restless. She continued reliving that moment, where her Adonis kept choosing the fat girl over her. In her dream she could see every detail on that cow. Her double chin, her dimpled smile, her large breasts straining against her shirt, her gigantic round ass barely contained by the tight skirt as her belly rippled with the rhythms of her dancing.
Karen's nightmare repeated over and over again for the next few nights. Every time the fat girl seemed to be fatter, and the Adonis seemed to be more excited.
Finally in one dream the fat girl was dancing with more sensuality than Karen had ever seen, sweat clinging to her abundant tanned flesh, her curves gyrating, her soft flesh moving on concert with her curves and the music. Suddenly Karen realised she wasn't looking at a fat girl, she was the fat girl!
She woke up, sitting bolt upright in bed and shaking. She looked down, felt her body. She still had her tight abs, her slender hips and powerful thighs. She noticed though, that while she should have been relieved, she was a little disappointed with her lithe little body.
She shook her head. No, she worked hard to keep her body taut and trim. It was an accomplishment. But those soft luscious breasts, the curvy hips and thighs, the belly that pressed so softly against the Adonis. She longed for them, she ached for them!
Her nightmare had become a dream, and it was going to become her reality.
***
Karen's friends were laughing the whole time. "Look out, wide load coming through!" "You still think you can dance with that big butt?" "New dress? There must be a circus without a tent!"
Karen turned and smiled, "You're just jealous that your boyfriends are as cute, sweet, funny or smart as Michael is."
One of them shot back, "He's not your boyfriend."
Karen winked, "Not yet. Watch out for those sewer grates. At least you have no trouble looking down." She hefted her breasts and let them jiggle a moment before heading out the door to her waiting cab.
Her skinny friends all crossed their arms over their under developed chests and sniffed indignantly at the closed door.
Karen went into the bar and chatted with Tim for a few minutes. He was such a sweet guy, he was nice to her thin or fat. He always had her drink and snacks ready for her, and was always free with his compliments.
She finished up and set out to find Michael. He was dancing with Andrea, of course. Karen wasn't sure, but she thought that Andrea had gained more weight. When Andrea spotted Karen coming, she smiled and stepped up onto the riser to dance with her friends. Karen frowned a little. She'd never seen Andrea struggle to get up, she must've gained weight.
Michael started to lead Karen to a table. She stopped him, "Can't we dance?" She glanced at the table and noticed the array of appetizers awaiting her.
Michael noticed her wavering attention. "That size 14 is getting a little tight on you, isn't it?"
"It's a size 16. And thank you." She pulled Michael right up to her. He was caught by surprise, she'd never done that before. She could feel her soft belly pressing against him in a perfect moment.
He quickly pulled back though, "eat first, then dance."
Karen wasn't really paying attention, she was still stinging after being rejected for one of those whales. Really! She could dance, she could dance really well. How could he snub her for someone twice, maybe three times her size?
All night long she tossed and turned. Even in her dreams she was restless. She continued reliving that moment, where her Adonis kept choosing the fat girl over her. In her dream she could see every detail on that cow. Her double chin, her dimpled smile, her large breasts straining against her shirt, her gigantic round ass barely contained by the tight skirt as her belly rippled with the rhythms of her dancing.
Karen's nightmare repeated over and over again for the next few nights. Every time the fat girl seemed to be fatter, and the Adonis seemed to be more excited.
Finally in one dream the fat girl was dancing with more sensuality than Karen had ever seen, sweat clinging to her abundant tanned flesh, her curves gyrating, her soft flesh moving on concert with her curves and the music. Suddenly Karen realised she wasn't looking at a fat girl, she was the fat girl!
She woke up, sitting bolt upright in bed and shaking. She looked down, felt her body. She still had her tight abs, her slender hips and powerful thighs. She noticed though, that while she should have been relieved, she was a little disappointed with her lithe little body.
She shook her head. No, she worked hard to keep her body taut and trim. It was an accomplishment. But those soft luscious breasts, the curvy hips and thighs, the belly that pressed so softly against the Adonis. She longed for them, she ached for them!
Her nightmare had become a dream, and it was going to become her reality.
***
Karen's friends were laughing the whole time. "Look out, wide load coming through!" "You still think you can dance with that big butt?" "New dress? There must be a circus without a tent!"
Karen turned and smiled, "You're just jealous that your boyfriends are as cute, sweet, funny or smart as Michael is."
One of them shot back, "He's not your boyfriend."
Karen winked, "Not yet. Watch out for those sewer grates. At least you have no trouble looking down." She hefted her breasts and let them jiggle a moment before heading out the door to her waiting cab.
Her skinny friends all crossed their arms over their under developed chests and sniffed indignantly at the closed door.
Karen went into the bar and chatted with Tim for a few minutes. He was such a sweet guy, he was nice to her thin or fat. He always had her drink and snacks ready for her, and was always free with his compliments.
She finished up and set out to find Michael. He was dancing with Andrea, of course. Karen wasn't sure, but she thought that Andrea had gained more weight. When Andrea spotted Karen coming, she smiled and stepped up onto the riser to dance with her friends. Karen frowned a little. She'd never seen Andrea struggle to get up, she must've gained weight.
Michael started to lead Karen to a table. She stopped him, "Can't we dance?" She glanced at the table and noticed the array of appetizers awaiting her.
Michael noticed her wavering attention. "That size 14 is getting a little tight on you, isn't it?"
"It's a size 16. And thank you." She pulled Michael right up to her. He was caught by surprise, she'd never done that before. She could feel her soft belly pressing against him in a perfect moment.
He quickly pulled back though, "eat first, then dance."
Labels: FA, feeder, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain
// posted by Charlotte @ 7:55:00 PM 
