MsCezanne's Odyssey

Karen was so full she could hardly move. It had been a week since she'd started eating as much as she could, and she still wasn't used to it. There was a part of her that thought she was out of her mind. But that part lost out to the part that saw gaining weight as the only way to interest Michael.

Her clothes still fit, though they felt a little tight. Karen wondered if she really had gained that much, or if it was just in her head. It wouldn't be long before she really did have to buy some bigger clothes. Again part of her thought she was off her rocker. Again, the part that wanted Michael was in control.

While she loved dancing with her friends on Friday nights, they wouldn't be caught dead joining her Thursday night when the 'fat girls' were at the club. Karen really did feel out of place, she was the smallest woman there, many were twice her size, and a few where three times her size or larger. One of the largest women was Andrea. She always had the complete attention of Michael. They were the informal king and queen of the club on Thursday nights. All the women wanted Michael, all the women wanted to be Andrea. Karen didn't want to be Andrea though. She wanted to be more than Andrea.

Arriving at the club she looked around. Andrea and Michael weren't there yet, so she stepped up to the bar to chat with Tim, the bartender. He was very friendly, always happy to talk with her. He had a drink for her before she even had to ask for it. She asked if he had a menu.

"Of course, the kitchen gets a great work out on Thursdays," he handed one to her.

There was the standard pub grub. As Karen looked over the list of 'appetizers' she realised they were all available in small, large, and extra large. "So how big is an extra large nachos?"

"You and all your friends couldn't handle it," he smiled back.

"Who could?"

"She can," he pointed.

Karen turned to see Andrea waddling in. She was impeccably dressed. Her clothes were as stylish and attractive as Karen’s, just much larger. They were also tighter than Karen's were.

Before long it was clear everyone had made note of Andrea's presence. The men were pretending to be interested in their dates, and the women pretended that the men couldn't see her. It's the reception Karen and her friends would receive on Friday nights.

As Andrea climbed up to dance on the risers, Karen realised that Michael was sitting in a booth and was entranced watching Andrea, his Queen.

Karen just pretended that he was interested in her, not Andrea.

***

Karen was so full she could barely move. She'd been pushing herself extra hard all week, and it felt really good. Part of her wished she'd been able to eat more. Part of her was sure she'd eaten enough to get Michael's full attention at long last.

Her clothes were a little tight. They still fit though. Karen wondered if she'd gained enough that she should have bought something new. It wouldn't be long before she did have to buy more clothes in bigger sizes. She wondered if she should just start prebuying larger sizes. She also thought that Michael probably liked the tight clothes, and it was probably better this way.

Karen missed going out with her friends, and she missed dancing on Friday nights. It had been a long time since she'd gone dancing on Friday nights though, and she didn't really fit in there. She was as big as any three girls. She felt far more comfortable on Thursday nights where she was amongst the largest women, and twice the size of many of the 'fat' women there.

Tonight was going to be the night, Karen was sure, where she'd have Michael's complete attention.

Karen entered the club and looked around. Right away she could feel the women look and look away. She could see the men trying to glimpse at her without their dates noticing. Michael and Andrea weren't there yet, so she basked in being the centre of attention.

She waddled over to the bar where Tim had her drink and an extra large tray of Nachos waiting for her.

He glanced over her as she struggled to get onto the stool, "You know, I remember when you weighed less than a plate of nachos."

Karen, her mouth full of corn chips and cheese, just glared at him.

Before long Andrea made her entrance and everyone, including Karen turned their attention to her. When they'd first met, Karen couldn't believe how huge Andrea was, now though, Andrea didn't seem so big. Of course, Karen was now larger than Andrea had been when they met.

Andrea slowly waddled across the floor and paused. She looked forlornly at the dance risers and took a small step, as though she might try to get up on them. She didn't though. Last week had been difficult enough for her, there was no need to repeat it. Instead, she turned towards Karen and pointed her towards the risers.

Karen gulped down the last of her drink and nachos, gave Tim a wink, and waddled over to the riser which was left empty for her. Every eye was on her, including Michael, back in his booth.

Karen could see that he was interested only in her, not Andrea.

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