MsCezanne's Odyssey

Thursday nights had been tough for Karen. For a while she was the smallest girl in the bar, and she could feel the men ignoring her, and the women avoiding her. She danced, of course, and sometimes she had someone to dance with, usually someone who had strayed in unware the bar would be full of fat women. The only thing that kept her coming was knowing that if she didn't, she'd never have the chance to meet Michael, her adonis.

Karen was feeling more welcome now though. She'd put on enough weight that she was larger than several of the women there. She was still far smaller than a lot of the women, but at least she was getting attention from the men there. She was even sure that Michael was checking her out from time to time, even if he wasn't showing any interest yet.

She also enjoyed spending time talking with Tim, the bartender. He was always happy to see her, he always had her drinks ready before she even asked for them. Now that she was eating more, he always had a snack ready for her. He always seemed to have what she was craving, and always enough to fill her up, but not so full she couldn't dance.

This Thursday night was like others recently. She entered the bar wearing an outfit that was half a size too tight, which served to emphasise how large her breasts were becoming, and showing off the curve of her hips, and a strip of flesh poking out around her midriff. She smiled as the men turned to check her out, and the thinner women grimaced at her with jealousy. She ignored the smug looks of the bigger girls, especially those that had the attention of Michael.

Karen headed right over the bar where Tim had a drink and plate of chicken wings ready for her.

"You know, you're starting to fit in here better than you're fitting your clothes!"

Karen smiled as she finished off a wing before answering, "I know guys like tight clothes. They're a pain, but," she smiled and winked at someone who was unabashedly staring," they are worth it!"

Her drink and snack done, Karen finished up her conversation with Tim before heading to the dance floor. She was getting more invitations to dance, but she only took them when she knew that Michael might actually notice her. She liked to dance, but she only wanted to dance for him.

As she'd gotten bigger, Karen's dancing style had changed. The men she danced with liked to be very close, to be in contact with her as much as possible. At first she couldn't understand why, but she started to realise they wanted to feel her soft flesh as they danced. At first this felt very odd to Karen, but it wasn't long before she discovered that dancing with the right guys, their touch really added a lot of intrigue to what would otherwise be a fruitless night.

As much as Karen enjoyed dancing with the men who enjoyed her flab, she was looking forward to what Michael might do with her.

***

Thursday night's were Karen's night. She entered the bar, and she was impossible to miss because of the sheer mass of her body. Karen looked forward to dancing on the risers, which she had earned the right to do over time. What she loved most, though, was that when she entered, she had the undivided attention of Michael, a god among men whose chiselled features, soft touch, and generous nature made him the centre of Thursday nights at the bar.

There were few women in the bar who bigger than Karen now, and those that were, they couldn’t dance like Karen could. She knew that all the men were looking at her covetously, and all the women were jealous that she was larger than they were, or that she was a better dancer than they were. As much as she enjoyed everyone's attention, it was Michael's that she sought, and she had it.

As much as Karen loved to dance for Michael's affections, she also enjoyed starting her evening chatting with Tim at the bar. He always had her drink and tray of mouthwatering food ready to fuel her up for dancing. He always knew how to put a smile on her face speaking with her too.

This Thursday night was special for Karen though. It was her time in since ascending to being 'The Queen' to Michael's King last week. She had what was considered the perfect combination of size and dancing ability. The previous queen, Andrea, had the size - she was one of the few women bigger than Karen - but she no longer could hold a candle to Karen's dancing. Everyone was expecting Karen to be at the top of her game, and she wasn't planning to disappoint. She was wearing the same outfit as the previous week, which now seemed to be impossibly tight on her. It moved and rippled as though a second skin covering her abundant flesh.

Aware that all eyes were on her, Karen slowly waddled over to the bar where Tim had her drink and array of snacks waiting for her. There seemed to be more food than he'd ever set out for her, but she wondered if it would be enough.

Tim looked her up and down, "I remember the first time you had an outfit that tight. It was a size zero or something!"

She momentarily wished she'd put on something looser to make dancing easier, but she didn't own anything looser. "You know you love it," she started into the food he'd put out for her.

Karen sat and ate for half an hour. Tim was still tending bar, but he made small talk when he could. Karen was aware that men were coming over to order just to be close to her, to watch her eating. She always smiled for them. Finally the food was gone, and she decided she was full enough to start dancing.

Karen slowly made her way out to the dance floor, to the riser which was waiting for her. A few men tried to ask her to dance, but she politely turned them down. She was here to perform, and she was going to perform for Michael. All eyes were on her, but the only ones she noticed now were his.

Karen relished being the centre of attention, and had hated the transition from skinny to plump to fat where she was ignored by Michael. Her dancing had changed as her weight continued to balloon. She rather liked dancing more now. Her weight and size did limit how she could dance, but it also dictated how she would dance. By embracing the way her body moved Karen could take it to the limit much easier. It was almost too easy to let her body move itself while she focused her burning desire on Michael's own desire for her.

As she reached exhaustion on the riser, she could see Michael head toward his table. Already it was being filled up with the finest foods the kitchen would have. She stepped down and waddled over to join him for her second binge of the night.

With the food gone, Karen and Michael finally hit the dance floor as King and Queen. He danced very close to her, closer than she'd ever dreamed. She could feel his physique pressing into her soft flesh, and could feel his hands gently exploring the curves and folds of her body.

It was the greatest Thursday of her life.

So far.

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