Monday, June 09, 2008
Karen and Michael: Karen and Michael
Karen was buzzing with excitement. Tonight was her very first date with Michael, outside of seeing him at the club of course. They had fun there, but with the music and crowd, it was tough to have a real conversation.
It took her ages to finally settle on something to wear. MOst of her fat clothes were geared towards the club, not nice dinner out. She managed to mix and match her way to something respectable though.
She waited eagerly for him to come pick her up for the date. Despite being right on time in his Lexus, she was already a nervous wreck. As he escorted her to his car she had a horrifying thought: the only car she'd been in in months was a cab, and the setbelts no longer fit her! However, when she did get into the car, she noticed the the seatbelt had been fitted with an extender, which was quite comfortable.
They went to a fancy steak house that she'd heard of, but never dreamed she'd ever eat at. Michael handled the ordering chores. It seemed the staff were familiar with him though, they didn't bat a lash as he listed off half the menu. Karen was looking forward to trying it all.
There was a tremendous spread of food on the table, and they really did spend a long evening eating through it all. Even though Karen had eaten plenty with Michael at the club before, it made her a little self concious for him to be watching her eating such an extravagant meal. He was clearly enjoying it though, which did make things easier.
As they talked, Karen learned that Michael was an MBA who had a lot of experience turning around struggling midsize companies. He actually had profitable shares in over a dozen companies he had turned around over the years.
When he was first making his mark on the world he only ever dated thin women, prototypical trophy women that powerful men always dated. He felt it was important to be seen as successful.
Before that he had always preferred the company of bigger women, but had been too embarassed to date any. Over time though, his embarassment gave way, and he simply didn't date bigger girls because he was only approached by the waifs who expected him to date them.
Finally, once his repution preceded him, and he knew that dating big girls wouldn't cause any problems, he tried to date some. Many were reluctant to believe he was genuinely interested. Many were worried they'd get lost in his world of power and beauty.
Frustrated, Michael had gone to the club for a drink one Thursday night and found his personal Nirvana in BBW night. He became a fixture, always enjoying the women cutting loose and dancing up a storm. He quickly gained a reputation as being the centre of the action, and he was pleased to have it. He discovered he loved nothing more than watching BBW dancing.
By the time dinner was done, Karen had fallen completely in love with Michael. He was smart, sensitive, and truly loved her the way she was! She barely even noticed she'd eaten more than ever.
***
Karen was humming to herself. She had a date with Michael. They didn't get to see each other outside of the club very often, he was very busy with his work, but they'd been on several dates, and she knew that it was going to be great to eat in a nice, quiet restaurant. And it'll be nice to talk to Michael in a nice quiet restaurant tool.
It was taking her longer than normal to find something to wear though. Most of her formal clothes were too small for her, and even shopping with Sophie at the plus sized stores, she hadn't found very much in her size that she liked. Eventually she managed to put together an outfit that Sophie approved of.
By the time Karen waddled out of her room, Michael was already waiting for her. He was talking kindly with her waif thin roommates, who were swooning over him, and shooting daggers from their eyes that someone as fat as Karen might have a man as debonair as Michael. She didn't care, they could be as jealous as they wished, he was her man. Michael did give Sophie's ever expanding body a very approving glance as they stepped out the door though.
The arrived right on time at the restaurant, and Karen's appetizers were already waiting for her. Michael had arranged ahead of time, and she would have a fantastic night working her way through the menu before they headed back to his house.
Michael's house was beautiful. It was large, but a ranch style home. It was scaled perfectly for Karen too. The hallways were wider than normal, so Michael could easily walk beside Karen as she waddled. The seats were all wide and very soft. They were also the perfect height for her to easily get into and out of without too much trouble.
They headed for his bedroom, which had a gigantic bed that was again at the perfect height for her to slip in and out of. One corner of the room also had a miniature dance floor, complete with a low riser and powerful stereo.
He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the music on, as Karen put on a slow strip routine for him. As her energy began to wear out, she finished her dancing and joined him in the bed, where he demonstrated his absolute adulation for every ounce of her beautiful body. Twice.
As they lay still, they talked for a little bit. Karen suggested that they might make the relationship a little bit more serious; try to date more, consider non-dinner dates, and even think about moving in together at some point.
Michael was very frank with her though. He loved nothing more than watching a fat girl dance, and that's all he wanted. Karen might be the best for now, but in time she'd be replaced, just as she had replaced Andrea, and Andrea had replaced someone before. Karen would bet too big to dance, or a bigger dancer with better movies might along. Michael knew what he wanted from life, and he was going to take it.
At least he was honest.
It took her ages to finally settle on something to wear. MOst of her fat clothes were geared towards the club, not nice dinner out. She managed to mix and match her way to something respectable though.
She waited eagerly for him to come pick her up for the date. Despite being right on time in his Lexus, she was already a nervous wreck. As he escorted her to his car she had a horrifying thought: the only car she'd been in in months was a cab, and the setbelts no longer fit her! However, when she did get into the car, she noticed the the seatbelt had been fitted with an extender, which was quite comfortable.
They went to a fancy steak house that she'd heard of, but never dreamed she'd ever eat at. Michael handled the ordering chores. It seemed the staff were familiar with him though, they didn't bat a lash as he listed off half the menu. Karen was looking forward to trying it all.
There was a tremendous spread of food on the table, and they really did spend a long evening eating through it all. Even though Karen had eaten plenty with Michael at the club before, it made her a little self concious for him to be watching her eating such an extravagant meal. He was clearly enjoying it though, which did make things easier.
As they talked, Karen learned that Michael was an MBA who had a lot of experience turning around struggling midsize companies. He actually had profitable shares in over a dozen companies he had turned around over the years.
When he was first making his mark on the world he only ever dated thin women, prototypical trophy women that powerful men always dated. He felt it was important to be seen as successful.
Before that he had always preferred the company of bigger women, but had been too embarassed to date any. Over time though, his embarassment gave way, and he simply didn't date bigger girls because he was only approached by the waifs who expected him to date them.
Finally, once his repution preceded him, and he knew that dating big girls wouldn't cause any problems, he tried to date some. Many were reluctant to believe he was genuinely interested. Many were worried they'd get lost in his world of power and beauty.
Frustrated, Michael had gone to the club for a drink one Thursday night and found his personal Nirvana in BBW night. He became a fixture, always enjoying the women cutting loose and dancing up a storm. He quickly gained a reputation as being the centre of the action, and he was pleased to have it. He discovered he loved nothing more than watching BBW dancing.
By the time dinner was done, Karen had fallen completely in love with Michael. He was smart, sensitive, and truly loved her the way she was! She barely even noticed she'd eaten more than ever.
***
Karen was humming to herself. She had a date with Michael. They didn't get to see each other outside of the club very often, he was very busy with his work, but they'd been on several dates, and she knew that it was going to be great to eat in a nice, quiet restaurant. And it'll be nice to talk to Michael in a nice quiet restaurant tool.
It was taking her longer than normal to find something to wear though. Most of her formal clothes were too small for her, and even shopping with Sophie at the plus sized stores, she hadn't found very much in her size that she liked. Eventually she managed to put together an outfit that Sophie approved of.
By the time Karen waddled out of her room, Michael was already waiting for her. He was talking kindly with her waif thin roommates, who were swooning over him, and shooting daggers from their eyes that someone as fat as Karen might have a man as debonair as Michael. She didn't care, they could be as jealous as they wished, he was her man. Michael did give Sophie's ever expanding body a very approving glance as they stepped out the door though.
The arrived right on time at the restaurant, and Karen's appetizers were already waiting for her. Michael had arranged ahead of time, and she would have a fantastic night working her way through the menu before they headed back to his house.
Michael's house was beautiful. It was large, but a ranch style home. It was scaled perfectly for Karen too. The hallways were wider than normal, so Michael could easily walk beside Karen as she waddled. The seats were all wide and very soft. They were also the perfect height for her to easily get into and out of without too much trouble.
They headed for his bedroom, which had a gigantic bed that was again at the perfect height for her to slip in and out of. One corner of the room also had a miniature dance floor, complete with a low riser and powerful stereo.
He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the music on, as Karen put on a slow strip routine for him. As her energy began to wear out, she finished her dancing and joined him in the bed, where he demonstrated his absolute adulation for every ounce of her beautiful body. Twice.
As they lay still, they talked for a little bit. Karen suggested that they might make the relationship a little bit more serious; try to date more, consider non-dinner dates, and even think about moving in together at some point.
Michael was very frank with her though. He loved nothing more than watching a fat girl dance, and that's all he wanted. Karen might be the best for now, but in time she'd be replaced, just as she had replaced Andrea, and Andrea had replaced someone before. Karen would bet too big to dance, or a bigger dancer with better movies might along. Michael knew what he wanted from life, and he was going to take it.
At least he was honest.
Labels: FA, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain
// posted by Charlotte @ 5:31:00 PM 
