MsCezanne's Odyssey

Karen was holding her breath. She wasn't anticipating anything in particular, just trying to make sure she didn't burst out of her clothing. She'd been gaining weight for a few months now, and even her most generous 'fat clothes' were uncomfortably tight.

Karen did like that her bulging clothes gained attention on Thursday nights, and she was looking forward to wearing bigger clothes, but she knew she was sticking out more and more on Friday nights.

She could still dance better than any of the other girls in there, but now that she jiggled a little, she knew people were talking. She knew guys were looking up at her, and looking away for someone thinner, with a leaner physique.

As she danced Karen was aware of some of the catty looks she was getting from girls who weren't on the risers. It was a coveted spot, sure to get the attention of any of the men in the bar. She knew that these girls were eager to show off their young slender bodies, and didn't know why someone with curves would get to dance on them.

As the night wore on, Karen was finding it tougher and tougher to concentrate. She could tell people were looking at her, judging her, saying things behind her back. It was throwing off her rhythm, she was finding it difficult to find someone to dance for, someone to make eye contact with and focus on.

Sucking in her tummy the whole time wasn't helping much either.

Eventually she needed a moment to relax, to take a deep breath. She wished she hadn't, the waist on her skirt popped apart, allowing a bulge of fat to poke out. Her shirt suddenly rode up, revealing a roll of fat around her middle.

Karen did her best to cover it up and keep on dancing, but it was too late. A manager from the bar came over and asked her to step down. "You can get back up if you're ever hot again."

She knew this day would come, but it didn't sting any less. She headed over to the bar to get a drink.

Karen took one look back at the risers, she could see a new girl, a real stick figure who could hardly dance, throwing her a victorious smile. She just turned back to the double Tim had poured her.

***

Karen walked into the club. She knew her outfit was too small. It was a little uncomfortable, but she also knew that the rolls of her belly were clearly visible, and that the men in the club would go wild seeing the bulges of flesh that poked out from her clothes in a few places.

Before heading to the dance floor, she visited Tim for her customary drink and snack to get her ready for the night. He took one look at her, "How can you even move in that thing?"

"Very carefully," Karen gave Tim a few moves, her flesh rippling and pushing her clothes to their very limits of decency.

As she finished up her snack, she noticed that Andrea, her main rival for Michael's attention wasn't around. Even Karen had to admit that Andrea was probably the most attractive woman in there on Thursday nights. She was very large: bigger than Karen by a couple sizes. She was very cute. Maybe not as cute as Karen, but that's a matter of taste. She couldn't dance as well as Karen, but was a close second, and certainly had mastered using her body to full effect. Karen was still learning how to 'dance fat'. Normally this woman would be dancing on the risers, or even with Michael himself. Karen asked Tim where Andrea was, but he hadn't seen her all night long.

Just as Karen was getting ready to get onto her riser, Andrea finally came in. Every eye was instantly on her, as Karen was used to. Andrea waddled in, her clothes every bit as tight as Karen’s, despite being larger. Andrea winked at Michael, and made for her own riser. She tried to get up, but was having trouble shifting her weight up onto the riser. Michael came over to give Andrea a hand, and she finally got up. However, she was out of breath, and took a moment before she started dancing.

By now Karen was up on her own riser and dancing for Michael as she always did. She was now one of the largest dancers on the risers, though she was one of the most energetic, aside from a few of the newer girls who hardly qualified as fat. She continued to catch glimpses of Andrea who just couldn't seem to get into a rhythm at all.

A few minutes later Karen realised that all eyes were on her. Andrea had stopped dancing. She was too tired to keep going, and just delaying getting down. Finally Karen saw Michael approach Andrea and help her down. Normally Karen was jealous of seeing Michael showering attention on the bigger woman, but there was no pride in they way Andrea held herself. Michael wasn't with her, but merely beside her, guiding her towards a table where there was food for her to enjoy alone.

Michael returned the dance floor, his attention clearly fixed upon Karen.

Karen managed to find another burst of energy, and put on one of her best performances of all time, certainly her best 'fat dance' yet. Getting her large body to move in rhythm with the music required much more effort now than when she'd been thin. It took more energy to get her body moving, to change direction. It also came to life on it's own, and took a lot of effort and planning to make sure everything was shaking and moving the right way.

Finally she was wearing down. She'd outlasted even the skinny girls though, and Michael approached her and offered his hand to help her down from the Riser.

"Congratulations," he said to her. "I think that Andrea has danced her last dance, you're my new queen."

Karen's smile was ear to ear as she sat down with him to devour the food he had spread out for her.

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