Thursday, February 21, 2008

Karen and Michael: Success

Karen sat down to eat her breakfast Saturday morning. She liked Saturday mornings; her roommates always slept in, if they were home at all, after their busy night out dancing. She had the kitchen to herself to make up a good breakfast, and eat it without interruption.

Except today.

One of her friends wandered bleary eyed into the kitchen looking for some sort of hangover cure before realising that Karen was sitting down to eat. She surveyed the table and smiled, "Oh, you've made breakfast for everyone, that's great!"

Karen looked down. It was true, she'd made up enough bacon, eggs, sausages and toast to feed the other girls in the house. "No, sorry, it's just for me." Her appetite had been growing as quickly as her weight, and she hadn't quite realised how much food she'd made, though she knew it would be enough.

Her friend stood for a moment as Karen's intentions filtered through the hangover. "You're going to eat all that? Yourself?"

Karen smiled, "yes, I am. I could make you something if you want." She stood up and turned towards the fridge.

She could see her friend look her up and down. Karen noted a look on her face that was between revulsion and laughter. A moment later her friend smiled meekly, "no, I don't think I'm hungry right now. I'm just going to lay down."

As her friend left the room, Karen remained standing. What had that been about? She looked down. She could see her chest, of course. As she'd gained weight it had become far more prominent. Below she could see her belly poking out somewhat. She'd never really seen that before. It was round, and actually quite prominent, now that Karen gave it notice. She put her hands to it, and could feel that her night shirt was stretched tight against it. Reflexively pulling at her night shirt, Karen was suddenly aware at how tight it was across her chest, stomach and bum. She pulled at the hem, and realised it had ridden up quite far! She pulled it back down to midthigh, but it immediately rode back up to her hips.

Karen panicked momentarily before realising that she'd simply outgrown it. That's what she was trying to do. That's why she was going to eat so much breakfast. This was what she wanted!

Karen sat down heavily, aware of how soft her bum was as it spread across the chair, aware of her chest bouncing, aware of her belly pressing into the edge of the table. She proceeded to eat everything she'd made, and then polished off a half dozen bagels someone had left unattended.

***

Karen normally kept her large breakfasts to Saturday mornings when she knew she's be alone, but this was a special Friday. She'd finally become the object of Michael's affections, and she was in a mood to celebrate. She was in a mood to eat! She'd put together the biggest breakfast she could: bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, toast, fruit salad and some muffins.

Just as she sat down one of her friends came in looking for breakfast. Her friend's eyes went wide as her jaw dropped, "you can't be eating all that yourself, can you?"

Karen smiled up at her friend. She could feel her cheeks and chins shuffle as the soft curves in her face moved to frame her smile. "Of course I am. I can make something for you, if you'd like." She turned as though to get up.

"No, no. I'm fine, I'm not really all that hungry. My God Karen, how can you eat that much?" her friend couldn't help by sneer.

"This? It's not so much. I don't want to get too full before class."

Her friend paused, unsure what to say. Her tone changed from scorn to pure amazement. "Just how much can you eat?"

"Oh, tough to say, I like to eat through out the day, rather than just a few big meals," Karen was suddenly curious just how much she could eat.

"I guess," her friend stopped, thinking what to say, "I guess I didn't realise how big you've gotten."

"Thank you!" Karen beamed back.

Another friend entered the kitchen. "I know that smile. 2 for one at McDonald's again?"

"No," Karen turned to the new arrival and thought to herself, it wasn't was it? That'd be great! She continued, "no, I don't think so. I finally got him."

"Got who?"

"Michael," Karen was still smiling

"Oh, that's right, this 'Mr. Perfect' who only likes fat girls."

"That's the one," she couldn't wait any longer. Karen started to eat while her friend kept talking.

"Well, I'd say I'm not surprised you finally got him. You can't get much fatter." She paused, watching Karen shovelling food into her mouth. "On the other hand, maybe you can."

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Time Out

Okay, we're house hunting, I'm busy with work and Paul, and working out. Ian's busy with work and working out.

We're busy.

I haven't had much inspired to post lately, so my blog is taking a time out.

If I'm inspired, I will post, if not, I won't.

If you need to reach me, I'm sure you can find a way.

Char

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