MsCezanne's Odyssey

Again Sheila woke up with a rumbling stomach. It seemed like an eternity before Basil came in with her cart of food.

When he did, it was half empty.

"Where's the food?"

"I, well, my plans have changed a little bit, that's all I have."

Sheila's face drooped slightly.

"I'll bring you more tonight..."

Sheila's face lit up.

"...if you tell me what happens to Anthony.

Anthony: The Model - Continued

No sooner had Anthony's agent filed the contract than Alexandra called him on the phone. She wanted him in her studio right away. Her studio was a 15 minute walk from the restaurant, so he headed right over.

He spent the afternoon trying on different outfits, doing different poses as Alexandra experimented with lighting. Finally she told him to hit the gym.

"I thought you wanted me to gain in weight?"

"I do, I do," she said, reaching into a box of doughnuts. "But I need to make the perfect first portait, and I want you in the gym. 6 hours a day, for a week."

"6 hours? But my restaurant?"

"Will survive. It'll be empty with or without you."

Anthony couldn't help but laugh.

He spent all week working harder in the gym than he ever had. He still dropped into the restaurant in the evenings, and sure enough, it was as empty as normal. He learned that Alexandra was coming by for lunch every day though.

He posed for the first portrait, and Alexandra worked feverishly on it. It took her a week to finish it, but it was truly magnificent. Anthony had always held himself in high opinion, but the man captured in oil and canvas was a genuine Greek God. Alexandra was very happy with it too, referring to it as perfection.

Now it was time for the hard work to begin.

Alexandra setup her own table in Anthony's restaurant. She worked with the chef, teaching him a great deal about flavours and textures, and soon he was turning out world class treats for Anthony to eat.

At first Anthony found it hard to eat all the food that Alexandra put in front of him, but through a little trial and error on her part, they found foods that he simply couldn't resist. As days turned into weeks, Anthony no longer felt like he was being forced to eat, but rather he was simply enjoying himself.

It didn't take very long for Anthony to undo his hard work at the gym either. Just as he began wondering if he needed new clothes, Alexandra spent the week doing his second portrait. With the second painting complete, she took him out and bought him a new suit that fit him much better.

Besides paying Anthony's sitting fee, Alexandra was also paying for his food bills at the restaurant. She was also having many of her own meals there. While he was still losing money on the restaurant, the sitting fee covered the difference, and he was able to keep paying his staff and bills, and actually put some money towards his debts.

By the time of his third portrait, Anthony could tell he was getting fat. He didn't feel like a whale or anything. In fact, he didn't feel very different at all. He had developed a soft belly with love handles and a rounded look to his face, along with a nascent double chin. He loved eating though. Alexandra and his chef kept bringing out a mix of his old favourites and new and exciting foods which usually became his new favourites.

Also by this time word had gotten out that Alexandra the Great (a reference to both her talent and size) was eating at Anthony's, as well as influencing the menu. It quickly changed from an empty business running out the string to a packed house that was turning an enormous daily profit.

As his business grew, Anthony hired more staff to handle the customer demand. He even hired a full time business manager: now he could focus on eating full time. Anthony started to grow faster than his profits.

In fact, now at his fifth portrait, Anthony was undeniably fat. In fact, he was starting to feel like a whale. He might have been a light weight next to Alexandra, but he was far bigger than he'd ever thought he'd be. His belly protruded far in front of him. His chin had doubled. His face was chubby. His arms and legs were coated a in sheath of soft fat that jiggled as he moved.

His biggest surprise was that he didn't mind it at all. He knew he was happy to make the sacrifice for the money. But he realised that being fat wasn't so bad. Heck, he ate great food all day long. He'd have done this for free. If he could afford it, he'd PAY for this food.

For the seventh portrait Anthony had already doubled his weight, and there were still 5 months left until the end of his year long contract. His chefs rarely brought him new foods any more: he'd tried so many different combinations by now he wondered if there was anything new to try. He didn't mind though, he could eat his favourites day and night for a week and not have the same thing twice.

His business manager and chef had managed to open a second location that was as busy as the primary location. Already investors were lining up to open his restaurants in more cities. There were also offers of book deals, interviews. Anything Anthony could delegate he did. Anything he had to do personally would wait: he was busy eating.

With the final portrait a year later, Anthony had gained far more weight than he or Alexandra had dreamed of. The entire series of portraits were masterpieces, but Anthony had developed such a joy for life that Alexandra easily expressed in the series' crowning achievement.

Anthony felt he was a living breathing work of art. His finely sculpted body was a series of soft curves and heavy folds. When he moved, his body moved in many wiggles and ripples. When he sat still, there was still a poetry in the way his body moved with each breath.

With his portraits becoming international sensations, Anthony was in high demand for interviews, biographies, and even roles as an actor. He finally took the time to allow such distractions, as long as he was allowed time to eat!

The Waitress - Part One

One might wonder the fate of Anthony's waitress in the face of the restaurant, and Anthony's growth.

She had spent her whole life in Hollywood's orbit. Her parents had both come to California to become movie stars. They hadn't succeeded, and they hadn't planned on having kids. While the waitress knew who her parents were, she had been raised by a variety of people: a commune of struggling actors, acrtress, writers and others whose dreams were failing on a daily basis.

Luckily for the waitress the people in her life were far too poor to afford drugs, so she avoided that trap. She did grow up learning that success in Hollywood was the only goal in life. Like her parents, their friends and her own friends, she entered a life of auditions, call backs and dead end 'temporary' jobs that lasted longer and longer between 'real' job prospects.

She thought she had found happiness with a boyfriend who was an artist. He claimed she was his muse, and painted dozens of pictures of her. One day she came home from an audition to find him painting pictures of his 'true muse'. She stormed out on him, but quickly realised she was now homeless and penniless.

Serendipity lead her to a restaurant that was being renovated a few blocks away. The owner was just putting up a 'help wanted sign' when she offered her self up for the smallest amount of money she figured she could live on. Like any struggling actress, she had an extensive resume and references for waiting tables, and she was hired.

She knew that the restaurant was like all the others she'd worked for: an ambitious owner sure that his restaurant would be different than the other thousand that had come and gone on the very same spot. It didn't matter, there would be pay, there would be kitchen scraps, it's all she needed.

The restaurant was different though. Sure, it was staffed by other Hollywood burnouts, but it was owned by someone who had tried and failed too. He knew exactly what the staff were going through, and he treated them like human beings, rather than disposable garbage. The pay sucked, but at least she was having fun.

Her ex boyfriend found out that she had a real job and quickly took her back. She knew he'd cheat on her again, but he lived close to work, and the sex was fantastic, so why not?

What set Anthony's apart from all the other restaurants she'd worked at was that he let the staff eat from the kitchen. He wasn't policing the fridge, so as long as they weren't too ostentatious, they could eat for free.

The waitress had never eaten regularly. When growing up food was scarce, and in the rare times it wasn't, everyone told her that getting fat was the worst thing that could happen. She simply accepted that life meant hunger. Now that she could eat real food, it was a luxury beyond imagination!

The chef, she learned, was quite good. He enjoyed making her different meals from the various dished he'd prepped but never served. Everything he made seemed haven sent, and she found that she couldn't get enough.

Before long she had a very odd sensation: her clothes became tight. One morning when she was dressing for work, no matter how hard she tried, the button on her pants just wouldn't do up. She was mortified, and tried to hide it from her boss. He must've noticed though, the next day he had a brand new uniform for her.

The waitress began to revel in the changes in her body. She was no longer rail thin! She had curves! She had bounce! She had something for her boyfriends to grope!

Over time the waitress continued to enjoy the chef's cooking, and over time she outgrew two more uniforms. Over time, she had transformed from curvy to fat.

Her boyfriend didn't like the way her swollen belly stuck out, or the way her cellulite ridden thighs touched when she stood. Even her round breasts had become more than the handful he enjoyed. Again she found herself homeless, but this time she wasn't penniless.

She found herself staying with a variety of her old friends. Their places were rarely any better than the places they'd grown up in, but a roof was a roof, even if the bed was little more than a stained throw rug.

All of her friends commented on how different she was, and they were all shocked that she had gotten so fat. The waitress didn't mind at all. She knew where her next meal was coming from which was more than most of them could say.

One of the biggest shocks of her life was seeing Alexandra, a famous painter, walk into Anthony's restaurant. She'd seen fat people on TV, she'd even seen them on the street from time to time, but this was the first time she had ever seen a fat woman up close.

She couldn't help but smile, all her friends who teased her about being fat had no idea what fat was! Alexandra walked in this slow, exaggerated waddle. The waitress tried to imagine what it must be like, being genuinely obese, rather than just a little chubby.

She didn't have to wonder long though! Alexandra had hired Anthony to gain weight. The waitress was flabbergasted that he'd do it. She was even more shocked to learn that she was part of his inspiration. She'd never thought she could inspire anyone, much less her boss!

Alexandra worked with the chef to create food to fatten Anthony up. The waitress happily tried out their recipes to ensure they'd be ready for him. She happily ate their failures as well as successes. Anthony gained weight quickly, but she was gaining weight quicker.

Sheila stopped.

Basil waited.

"That's all until you get me a real meal!" she said before turning her back to him.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Anthony: The Model, FA, ffa, fiction, The Waitress, weight gain