MsCezanne's Odyssey

Karen's friends had given up on Thursday nights. It was clear that was the night for the fatsos, and they weren't going to waste their taut dancers' bodies where they weren't wanted.

Karen couldn't leave it though. She had to find a way to get her Adonis. Deep down she knew that if she just gained some weight, she could have him, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She'd worked very hard to have the body she had, and could use it to get any man she wanted; except the one she wanted.

Without her group of friends to sit with, Karen was forced to sit by herself on a stool at the end of the bar. All night she put with sneers from men who thought she was too thin, and women who thought she was too thin. When Tim wasn't busy serving customers, he kept her company.

"You're not going to get him," he offered as he cleaned some glasses.

"Who?" she tried to sound nonchalant.

"I know why you're here. I think half the bar knows it. He's not into you. A guy like Michael just doesn't like a girl like you."

"Michael? His name is Michael? He talks about me?" Her eyes lit up. Michael. Her Adonis was Michael.

"No, he doesn't talk about you," Tim noticed the excitement drain from her. "Look kid, you know why he's here. He likes the chubby chicks. You're not chubby, you're not what he's looking for."

"But, but that's not fair, he doesn't even know me. How can he be so shallow?" Karen had dated plenty of shallow men, and it hurt that her Adonis, Michael, could be just like them.

Tim put down the glass he had in his hand and thought for a minute. "Okay, you're right. I think that if he got to know you, he would like you. I'll make sure he gets to know you."

Karen leapt off her stool and kissed Tim full on the lips before running out to catch a cab home. She'd never been so excited.

***

Sometimes Karen wished her friends would leave her alone Thursday nights. For the most part they weren't too nasty about her weight, but they really liked to remind her how small minded they could be when she was getting ready to go meet Michael at the club.

She did admit that sometimes she missed having their taut dancers' bodies. She didn't get the attention of men like she used to, but she was only looking for the attention of one, so that was okay.

Even though she was developing new friends, she liked to sit with Tim for a few minutes before hitting the dance floor. He was such a great friend to her, it was the least she could do. Besides, it gave her a chance to have something to eat before the evening got going.

"I've got to hand it to you, I didn't think you had it in you," he smiled.

"What's that?" she mumbled through her nachos.

"Getting... you know," he pointed awkwardly at the generous curves straining the seams of her outfit. "I just figured when you found out Michael liked... bigger girls you'd give up."

"You know," she paused to finish a mouthful of corn chips, "it seemed so crazy at first, but I just had a feeling." She was trying to balance eating and talking, "Just had a feeling that after meeting Michael, he just might be worth it.... If I didn't try.... I'd never know." She slid the empty plate back to Tim and set off in search of Michael.

As usual he was dancing with some girls who were bigger than she was. This always filled Karen with jealousy, but she quenched it knowing that he would take time for her, and it wouldn't be long before she was the object of his affection and they were jealous of her.

After a few minutes on the dance floor Karen did manage to gain Michaels attention. She did her best to watch him without looking like she was watching him. She doubted she did a good job of it, but she knew from the look on his face that he was enjoying what he was seeing. After a few more minutes he came over to her.

This was the first time he'd ever come over to her.

"You're really growing on me, Karen," he smiled.

She blushed.

"Come on, let's talk for a little bit."

She sat down and they talked. She had no idea what the conversation was about. She only cared that it lasted 15 minutes before he ordered her a round of food before going off to dance with the fat girls.

Labels: FA, feeder, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain