Thursday, June 26, 2008
Karen and Michael: Use 'em and Lose 'em
Karen loved going dancing with her friends on Friday night. They were all young women with lean bodies and spectacular dancers. They competed amongst each other for the best men in the club each Friday, and more often than not Karen was the winner. Her moves were just a little bit better than everyone else's.
While Karen loved having her pick of men every Friday night, she preferred the hunt over the success itself. Sure, she enjoyed spending a night with hottest guys, making her friends quake in envy, but she really preferred the conquest to the company she had won. Karen rarely dated the men she had met, though from time to time she would hook up the same guys from Friday to Friday.
Occasionally her friends would ask why upon landing the greatest guy, she'd just let him go. Karen was honest, saying that she enjoyed the sport more than the results.
What her friends didn't know was that Karen would be jealous of them when they did find a guy who turned into a boyfriend, if even for only a few weeks or months. She longed to have that steady relationship, someone to care about, someone to care about her.
The men she met were cute, sure. Often they were fun too, but at the end of the night (or early in the morning), they were really just interested in Karen for her body. They never took the time to get to know each other. Whenever Karen did, she found herself somewhat disappointed.
As the disappointments built, Karen took more and more pleasure in her successes, enjoying making her friends jealous as much as anything else. The men themselves were disposable, and she gave up even trying to get to know them.
And so it went for Karen, until that fateful Thursday night she first laid eyes upon Michael, amidst the sea of fat women. She couldn't say why he was different. He was cute, yes. He had bright eyes, and a knowing look. He looked different from everyone else. He obviously wasn't into a woman's looks if he was interested in those fatsos.
Even as Karen learned more about Michael, she was tempted by the mere fact he would have nothing to do with her. He became her ultimate conquest. No man could say no to her!
***
Karen had dated a great many men. Or at least lain with a great many men. All of them were cute, all of them were desirable, all of them were a conquest to Karen. She knew that a great many of them saw her as a mere conquest as well, but she hadn't cared: it was all fair game.
Michael was different though. He was someone worth having, not a mere night of passion to be discarded. He was cute, he was smart, funny. He knew what he wanted in life, and that was just ridiculously attractive to Karen, who really didn't know what she wanted.
To learn that she was nothing more than a conquest to Michael, a play thing to be discarded when she no longer met his ideal... it tore Karen's heart out. She had dedicated her life to making him happy, and this was all he could do for her?
And yet, Karen realised, he hadn't actually dumped her. He said he would, if someone else came along who was better than her. She was still the best. She would remain the best. Karen would always be the best, and then Michael would be hers!
Karen ate more that week than she had in her whole life. If she'd stop to see how much she was eating, she wouldn't have thought it was possible, but she just pushed on and ate. She was determined to gain as much weight as possible by Thursday night.
When Thursday came, Karen waddled slowly into the bar. She was trying not to move too much, she could feel the fabric of her clothing pulling apart already. She approached the table that Tim had set up for her. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the food arrayed on it for her.
Tim's eyes went wide seeing Karen's body sheathed in clothes a size too small, "You look like you've been eating all week!"
Karen smiled back, "Who says I wasn't?" she attacked the mountain of nachos.
"You really have room for all that?"
"Don't worry about me, I've always got room."
As Karen polished off the final piece of pizza, she wondered if she really did have room. She'd never felt so full in her life! Her clothes were so tight around her belly it was a wonder they didn't just explode right there.
She tried to get up, and made no progress. She sat a moment to catch her breath. She scanned the bar. Several men were watching her, no doubt waiting for her to begin dancing. She smiled at them. She saw Michael. He was talking with Sophie. How could he talk with her? She wasn't all that fat. Karen looked again. Sophie was actually getting pretty big. When did that happen?
Again Karen shifted and strained, finally getting to her feet. The dance floor seemed so far away. How was she going to get there? How was she going to get on the riser? One step at a time, she made her way across. As people stepped aside to make room for her she smiled: it was her own personal Red Sea.
Her legs ached, her tummy wanted to explode, but she'd made it across the floor. Now it was just a matter of getting up on the riser. She took a moment to catch her breath. Another moment to regain her balance. Karen looked over and saw that Andrea was talking to Michael. Andrea had lost so much weight! What did he see in someone that tiny?
Karen felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice called from behind her, "Hey tubby, get up and dance, or shove of."
Karen turned around, and found herself belly to belly with Sophie. Up close Sophie seemed bigger than ever. Though their bellies were pressed together, their eyes were still far apart. Sophie's eyes were side and bright, Karen's narrow and glaring.
Without a word Karen turned back around and tried once more to step up onto the riser. She strained and grunted for a moment. She then lost her balance as Sophie brushed her aside.
Karen gasped. She couldn't believe that Sophie could be so brazen! She also couldn't believe that she couldn't even get up on a stupid step.
Taking a moment to compose herself, Karen turned towards Michael's table, but saw him hungrily watching Sophie. Even as Karen sat down beside him, she received barely a glance of recognition.
While Karen loved having her pick of men every Friday night, she preferred the hunt over the success itself. Sure, she enjoyed spending a night with hottest guys, making her friends quake in envy, but she really preferred the conquest to the company she had won. Karen rarely dated the men she had met, though from time to time she would hook up the same guys from Friday to Friday.
Occasionally her friends would ask why upon landing the greatest guy, she'd just let him go. Karen was honest, saying that she enjoyed the sport more than the results.
What her friends didn't know was that Karen would be jealous of them when they did find a guy who turned into a boyfriend, if even for only a few weeks or months. She longed to have that steady relationship, someone to care about, someone to care about her.
The men she met were cute, sure. Often they were fun too, but at the end of the night (or early in the morning), they were really just interested in Karen for her body. They never took the time to get to know each other. Whenever Karen did, she found herself somewhat disappointed.
As the disappointments built, Karen took more and more pleasure in her successes, enjoying making her friends jealous as much as anything else. The men themselves were disposable, and she gave up even trying to get to know them.
And so it went for Karen, until that fateful Thursday night she first laid eyes upon Michael, amidst the sea of fat women. She couldn't say why he was different. He was cute, yes. He had bright eyes, and a knowing look. He looked different from everyone else. He obviously wasn't into a woman's looks if he was interested in those fatsos.
Even as Karen learned more about Michael, she was tempted by the mere fact he would have nothing to do with her. He became her ultimate conquest. No man could say no to her!
***
Karen had dated a great many men. Or at least lain with a great many men. All of them were cute, all of them were desirable, all of them were a conquest to Karen. She knew that a great many of them saw her as a mere conquest as well, but she hadn't cared: it was all fair game.
Michael was different though. He was someone worth having, not a mere night of passion to be discarded. He was cute, he was smart, funny. He knew what he wanted in life, and that was just ridiculously attractive to Karen, who really didn't know what she wanted.
To learn that she was nothing more than a conquest to Michael, a play thing to be discarded when she no longer met his ideal... it tore Karen's heart out. She had dedicated her life to making him happy, and this was all he could do for her?
And yet, Karen realised, he hadn't actually dumped her. He said he would, if someone else came along who was better than her. She was still the best. She would remain the best. Karen would always be the best, and then Michael would be hers!
Karen ate more that week than she had in her whole life. If she'd stop to see how much she was eating, she wouldn't have thought it was possible, but she just pushed on and ate. She was determined to gain as much weight as possible by Thursday night.
When Thursday came, Karen waddled slowly into the bar. She was trying not to move too much, she could feel the fabric of her clothing pulling apart already. She approached the table that Tim had set up for her. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the food arrayed on it for her.
Tim's eyes went wide seeing Karen's body sheathed in clothes a size too small, "You look like you've been eating all week!"
Karen smiled back, "Who says I wasn't?" she attacked the mountain of nachos.
"You really have room for all that?"
"Don't worry about me, I've always got room."
As Karen polished off the final piece of pizza, she wondered if she really did have room. She'd never felt so full in her life! Her clothes were so tight around her belly it was a wonder they didn't just explode right there.
She tried to get up, and made no progress. She sat a moment to catch her breath. She scanned the bar. Several men were watching her, no doubt waiting for her to begin dancing. She smiled at them. She saw Michael. He was talking with Sophie. How could he talk with her? She wasn't all that fat. Karen looked again. Sophie was actually getting pretty big. When did that happen?
Again Karen shifted and strained, finally getting to her feet. The dance floor seemed so far away. How was she going to get there? How was she going to get on the riser? One step at a time, she made her way across. As people stepped aside to make room for her she smiled: it was her own personal Red Sea.
Her legs ached, her tummy wanted to explode, but she'd made it across the floor. Now it was just a matter of getting up on the riser. She took a moment to catch her breath. Another moment to regain her balance. Karen looked over and saw that Andrea was talking to Michael. Andrea had lost so much weight! What did he see in someone that tiny?
Karen felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice called from behind her, "Hey tubby, get up and dance, or shove of."
Karen turned around, and found herself belly to belly with Sophie. Up close Sophie seemed bigger than ever. Though their bellies were pressed together, their eyes were still far apart. Sophie's eyes were side and bright, Karen's narrow and glaring.
Without a word Karen turned back around and tried once more to step up onto the riser. She strained and grunted for a moment. She then lost her balance as Sophie brushed her aside.
Karen gasped. She couldn't believe that Sophie could be so brazen! She also couldn't believe that she couldn't even get up on a stupid step.
Taking a moment to compose herself, Karen turned towards Michael's table, but saw him hungrily watching Sophie. Even as Karen sat down beside him, she received barely a glance of recognition.
Labels: FA, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain
// posted by Charlotte @ 10:48:00 PM 
