Thursday, August 28, 2008
AN: The Waitress - Part Two, Murray: The Producer's Wife - Part One
Basil came in that evening with a full cart for Sheila. She dug right into the food immediately. When she realised he was still waiting, she sneered at him a little, "Come back after I've eaten!"
A few hours later Basil was back, and Sheila continued.
The Waitress - Continued
If all the waitress's friends had thought she was fat before, what would they think of her now? Her uniforms were all plus sized now, and she was getting new ones faster than ever.
The restaurant was very busy, going from one waitress to a full staff, and since she had seniority, she ended up being in charge. She started working with the new manager, and found that she much preferred a desk job to being on her feet all day.
She continued to work with the chef tasting all the new foods they were preparing, and she worked with the entire cooking staff, ensuring that the food quality was there to the last bite.
With the restaurant's owner Anthony focusing on his own weight gain, the manager and chef were focusing on their own careers and expanding the restaurant brand, the waitress found herself running the restaurant herself.
Whereas Anthony and Alexandra, the fantastically obese painter who had instigated their success, and weight gain, had their own tables to eat out in the restaurant, she would take her meals in her office in the back. Whenever there were problems with the patrons, and Anthony and the manager were unavailable, she only reluctantly got to her feet to deal with the problem.
One day the new head waitress lead someone into her office. The patron was annoyed about something, and absolutely furious that the manager wouldn't come out to see him. The waitress didn't want to deal with it, she'd just finished off three new desserts, and was pretty sure she'd lose some buttons on her shirt if she tried to get up.
When she saw that the patron was Murray an award winning TV producer, her heart sank. He could sink the restaurant with one news bite!
Just as the waitress tried to regain her power of speach, she noticed that Murray's jaw had dropped too.
He spoke first, "Madam, it is a sincere pleasure to meet you." He smiled, "Please don't get up." He waited a moment for the other waitress to leave before continuing. "I had no idea this place was had such exquisite taste in management."
The waitress paused, not sure what was happening, "Um. What can I do for you sir?"
"Please, for you, it's Murray. I would like you to join me for a drink later, after closing. I insist."
She paused again. "You're asking me on a date?"
"I am."
"But don't you produce Vixens, Vixens of the Coast, and all those shows about skinny girls?"
"I do."
"Don't you think I'm kind of fat?"
"Let me tell you something sweetheart. I produce shows that make money. If people want to see skinny girls, I'll give them skinny girls. I want a woman with some substance." He had a broad smile on his face.
The waitress giggled.
"Okay, I'll pick you up after closing." He turned and left her office.
The waitress sprang to her feet and did her happy dance, several buttons from her shirt flew across the office.
The date went very well. It lead to another, and another, and soon all the celebrity news stories were about Murray and his fat mistress.
When they got married, there was speculation as to how fat she could possibly get.
When she finally quit her job at Anthony's restaurant, she realised that Alexandra wasn't so big at all.
Murray - The Producer's Wife
Murray was a respected TV producer. He was currently the force behind the 'Vixens' series of TV shows. There was 'Vixens', 'Vixens of the Coast', 'Vixens in the City' and 'Vixens on the Strip'. All the shows detailed the drama of the lives of young attractive women. Each series focused around different careers, but the mainstay formula was young attractive and thin women who appealed to male viewers eyes, and their ordeals that appealed to female viewers sensibilities.
He had reputation for a 'golden touch', because in addition to 'Vixens' he'd had several other successful shows. He didn't mind the reputation, but he knew that he had as many failed shows as successful ones, and then twice as many pilots that went nowhere, and untold productions that were dismissed while mere concepts. He worked very hard to earn his 'golden touch', and he knew it could vanish with one bad day.
Because all his shows featured thin women, it was widely accepted that he liked his women young and lean. Adding to his reputation of only enjoying the company of skinny young women were his three highly publicised divorces. In each case, the women were thin when they married, and fat when they divorced. Everyone believed he'd instigated the divorce because of their weight gain.
Since he lived on the myth of the 'golden touch', and the myth that he loved only tiny women in their 20s, Murray did little to contradict either myth. The truth was, Murray hated thin women! He liked his women chubby, fat even. If he ever dared admit the truth, he'd probably say he liked women who weighed hundreds and hundreds of pounds, like that painter Alexandra.
In all three of his marriages he had encouraged the women to gain weight. They all had, but found themselves shut out of the Hollywood they expected to gain access to through marriage to Murray because of their weight. Each woman was given his profits from a Vixens show (hence the need for four), in order to remain silent about the real reasons they gained weight.
Murray continued to date thin women, hoping he might find one interesting enough to not care about how she looked, but he really couldn't. In Hollywood it was impossible to find a girl with any real curves. Despite appearing to have everything he could want, he felt like he couldn't have the one thing he did.
That night he was on another date with another aspiring bimbo who was more interested in starring in 'Vixen: Whatever' that spending any time with Murray. He had chosen a new restaurant that had become famous because the beautifully fat painter Alexandra had designed the menu. He had hoped to get a chance to meet her, but she wasn't around when they were seated. He thought that maybe she was in the back, so he demanded to see the manager at once.
He was surprised to learn that the manager was a man, and that he was busy. Murray then demanded to see the owner, hoping that was Alexandra. Again, he was wrong, it was some man named Anthony (so that's where the name "Anthony's Place" had come from). The waitress offered to take him to see the head waitress, who was in charge for the evening. He didn't really want to talk to a waitress. In Hollywood 'waitress' was slang for a bimbo who didn't have a job. He looked over at his date and signed. He might as well trade one bimbo for another.
He was getting ready to tear a strip off the woman running the place. She was obviously inadequate to the task, and if the restaurant wanted success, they would do better than having a hack in charge!
The moment he walked into the back office though his rage melted right away. The woman seated behind the desk was stunning! She wasn't remotely the stereotypical skinny actress either. She was curvy, fat even. She was wearing a tight uniform, but had taken care to do her hair and makeup. She was surrounded by paperwork, obviously in control of the situation.
He finally spoke to her, "Madam, it is a sincere pleasure to meet you. Please don't get up." He waited a moment for the waitress who had brought him back to leave before continuing. "I had no idea this place was had such exquisite taste in management."
The waitress looked up from her work, "Um. What can I do for you sir?"
"Please, for you, it's Murray. I would like you to join me for a drink later, after closing. I insist."
She thought for a moment. "You're asking me on a date?"
"I am." Murray's heart was pounding. He had never come across a woman so beautiful in all his years! Was it possible for him to be shot down?
"But don't you produce Vixens, Vixens of the Coast, and all those shows about skinny girls?"
"I do." Damn, he thought to himself, that again! Had he lived the lie too long?
"Don't you think I'm kind of fat?"
"Let me tell you something sweetheart. I produce shows that make money. If people want to see skinny girls, I'll give them skinny girls. I want a woman with some substance." He kept smiling, what was she thinking? Could he really get a girl like her?
She laughed.
Murray recognised a happy giggle when he heard one and was instantly relieved. "Okay, I'll pick you up after closing."
"But you've already told me how the story is going to end!" Basil interrupted.
"No," Sheila replied, "I've hinted at what happens next. I'll tell you how it ends tomorrow."
A few hours later Basil was back, and Sheila continued.
The Waitress - Continued
If all the waitress's friends had thought she was fat before, what would they think of her now? Her uniforms were all plus sized now, and she was getting new ones faster than ever.
The restaurant was very busy, going from one waitress to a full staff, and since she had seniority, she ended up being in charge. She started working with the new manager, and found that she much preferred a desk job to being on her feet all day.
She continued to work with the chef tasting all the new foods they were preparing, and she worked with the entire cooking staff, ensuring that the food quality was there to the last bite.
With the restaurant's owner Anthony focusing on his own weight gain, the manager and chef were focusing on their own careers and expanding the restaurant brand, the waitress found herself running the restaurant herself.
Whereas Anthony and Alexandra, the fantastically obese painter who had instigated their success, and weight gain, had their own tables to eat out in the restaurant, she would take her meals in her office in the back. Whenever there were problems with the patrons, and Anthony and the manager were unavailable, she only reluctantly got to her feet to deal with the problem.
One day the new head waitress lead someone into her office. The patron was annoyed about something, and absolutely furious that the manager wouldn't come out to see him. The waitress didn't want to deal with it, she'd just finished off three new desserts, and was pretty sure she'd lose some buttons on her shirt if she tried to get up.
When she saw that the patron was Murray an award winning TV producer, her heart sank. He could sink the restaurant with one news bite!
Just as the waitress tried to regain her power of speach, she noticed that Murray's jaw had dropped too.
He spoke first, "Madam, it is a sincere pleasure to meet you." He smiled, "Please don't get up." He waited a moment for the other waitress to leave before continuing. "I had no idea this place was had such exquisite taste in management."
The waitress paused, not sure what was happening, "Um. What can I do for you sir?"
"Please, for you, it's Murray. I would like you to join me for a drink later, after closing. I insist."
She paused again. "You're asking me on a date?"
"I am."
"But don't you produce Vixens, Vixens of the Coast, and all those shows about skinny girls?"
"I do."
"Don't you think I'm kind of fat?"
"Let me tell you something sweetheart. I produce shows that make money. If people want to see skinny girls, I'll give them skinny girls. I want a woman with some substance." He had a broad smile on his face.
The waitress giggled.
"Okay, I'll pick you up after closing." He turned and left her office.
The waitress sprang to her feet and did her happy dance, several buttons from her shirt flew across the office.
The date went very well. It lead to another, and another, and soon all the celebrity news stories were about Murray and his fat mistress.
When they got married, there was speculation as to how fat she could possibly get.
When she finally quit her job at Anthony's restaurant, she realised that Alexandra wasn't so big at all.
Murray - The Producer's Wife
Murray was a respected TV producer. He was currently the force behind the 'Vixens' series of TV shows. There was 'Vixens', 'Vixens of the Coast', 'Vixens in the City' and 'Vixens on the Strip'. All the shows detailed the drama of the lives of young attractive women. Each series focused around different careers, but the mainstay formula was young attractive and thin women who appealed to male viewers eyes, and their ordeals that appealed to female viewers sensibilities.
He had reputation for a 'golden touch', because in addition to 'Vixens' he'd had several other successful shows. He didn't mind the reputation, but he knew that he had as many failed shows as successful ones, and then twice as many pilots that went nowhere, and untold productions that were dismissed while mere concepts. He worked very hard to earn his 'golden touch', and he knew it could vanish with one bad day.
Because all his shows featured thin women, it was widely accepted that he liked his women young and lean. Adding to his reputation of only enjoying the company of skinny young women were his three highly publicised divorces. In each case, the women were thin when they married, and fat when they divorced. Everyone believed he'd instigated the divorce because of their weight gain.
Since he lived on the myth of the 'golden touch', and the myth that he loved only tiny women in their 20s, Murray did little to contradict either myth. The truth was, Murray hated thin women! He liked his women chubby, fat even. If he ever dared admit the truth, he'd probably say he liked women who weighed hundreds and hundreds of pounds, like that painter Alexandra.
In all three of his marriages he had encouraged the women to gain weight. They all had, but found themselves shut out of the Hollywood they expected to gain access to through marriage to Murray because of their weight. Each woman was given his profits from a Vixens show (hence the need for four), in order to remain silent about the real reasons they gained weight.
Murray continued to date thin women, hoping he might find one interesting enough to not care about how she looked, but he really couldn't. In Hollywood it was impossible to find a girl with any real curves. Despite appearing to have everything he could want, he felt like he couldn't have the one thing he did.
That night he was on another date with another aspiring bimbo who was more interested in starring in 'Vixen: Whatever' that spending any time with Murray. He had chosen a new restaurant that had become famous because the beautifully fat painter Alexandra had designed the menu. He had hoped to get a chance to meet her, but she wasn't around when they were seated. He thought that maybe she was in the back, so he demanded to see the manager at once.
He was surprised to learn that the manager was a man, and that he was busy. Murray then demanded to see the owner, hoping that was Alexandra. Again, he was wrong, it was some man named Anthony (so that's where the name "Anthony's Place" had come from). The waitress offered to take him to see the head waitress, who was in charge for the evening. He didn't really want to talk to a waitress. In Hollywood 'waitress' was slang for a bimbo who didn't have a job. He looked over at his date and signed. He might as well trade one bimbo for another.
He was getting ready to tear a strip off the woman running the place. She was obviously inadequate to the task, and if the restaurant wanted success, they would do better than having a hack in charge!
The moment he walked into the back office though his rage melted right away. The woman seated behind the desk was stunning! She wasn't remotely the stereotypical skinny actress either. She was curvy, fat even. She was wearing a tight uniform, but had taken care to do her hair and makeup. She was surrounded by paperwork, obviously in control of the situation.
He finally spoke to her, "Madam, it is a sincere pleasure to meet you. Please don't get up." He waited a moment for the waitress who had brought him back to leave before continuing. "I had no idea this place was had such exquisite taste in management."
The waitress looked up from her work, "Um. What can I do for you sir?"
"Please, for you, it's Murray. I would like you to join me for a drink later, after closing. I insist."
She thought for a moment. "You're asking me on a date?"
"I am." Murray's heart was pounding. He had never come across a woman so beautiful in all his years! Was it possible for him to be shot down?
"But don't you produce Vixens, Vixens of the Coast, and all those shows about skinny girls?"
"I do." Damn, he thought to himself, that again! Had he lived the lie too long?
"Don't you think I'm kind of fat?"
"Let me tell you something sweetheart. I produce shows that make money. If people want to see skinny girls, I'll give them skinny girls. I want a woman with some substance." He kept smiling, what was she thinking? Could he really get a girl like her?
She laughed.
Murray recognised a happy giggle when he heard one and was instantly relieved. "Okay, I'll pick you up after closing."
"But you've already told me how the story is going to end!" Basil interrupted.
"No," Sheila replied, "I've hinted at what happens next. I'll tell you how it ends tomorrow."
Labels: Adiposity Nights, FA, fiction, weight gain
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
As Summer Wanes
I haven't written much in terms of fiction or personal biography. Why? I guess I've been busy. I haven't been busy with anything I felt the need to write about, because while I've enjoyed it, I don't know that I'd want to read about it.
For both Ian and I, life is routine. I never wanted a routine life, but having one is pretty good, I've got to admit. I don't like having an office job, but do like having a job I can do and take pride in, I like having co-workers I get along with.
Ian's job is more exciting than mine. He's with a small company that is both shrinking and growing. They've got less people doing more work. Ian's getting a bigger piece of the pie, and the pie is getting bigger. It keeps him really busy, but he enjoys the challenges, and makes time at home that much more special.
Having our personal trainer living two floors away means that our exercise routines are are always on pace. I've been swimming, walking in the park and working out with free weights. I'm in better shape than I've been in a decade, despite still being quite fat. I love how it feels, I love how it looks.
Ian gets in his workouts when he can. He doesn't get in as much as I do, but he's cute anyways.
I know people still ask about Amy, and I haven't written much about her either. She's had some health scares, and she's now actively losing weight. She's in touch with Sherry, and they're working on a programme like the one she worked on with me and Ian. It'll be tougher for Amy, she doesn't have Sherry there to kick her ass! Thomas probably will though, so hopefully Amy'll be doing fine in a few months' time.
Weigh ins:
Char: 415 pounds
Ian: 319
Amy: Approx 535
For both Ian and I, life is routine. I never wanted a routine life, but having one is pretty good, I've got to admit. I don't like having an office job, but do like having a job I can do and take pride in, I like having co-workers I get along with.
Ian's job is more exciting than mine. He's with a small company that is both shrinking and growing. They've got less people doing more work. Ian's getting a bigger piece of the pie, and the pie is getting bigger. It keeps him really busy, but he enjoys the challenges, and makes time at home that much more special.
Having our personal trainer living two floors away means that our exercise routines are are always on pace. I've been swimming, walking in the park and working out with free weights. I'm in better shape than I've been in a decade, despite still being quite fat. I love how it feels, I love how it looks.
Ian gets in his workouts when he can. He doesn't get in as much as I do, but he's cute anyways.
I know people still ask about Amy, and I haven't written much about her either. She's had some health scares, and she's now actively losing weight. She's in touch with Sherry, and they're working on a programme like the one she worked on with me and Ian. It'll be tougher for Amy, she doesn't have Sherry there to kick her ass! Thomas probably will though, so hopefully Amy'll be doing fine in a few months' time.
Weigh ins:
Char: 415 pounds
Ian: 319
Amy: Approx 535
Labels: Amy, Char, diary, Ian, weigh in, weight loss
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Matt and Annie: Big Plans
Now that they had decided to build a house, Annie took charge of the project. she worked with lawyers and real estate agents to find the perfect place for the right price. She found architects and engineers to design the house for their current and future needs. She even contacted furniture designers to ensure the house would be furnished with things that would accommodate Matt safely and securely, as well as being comfortable for both Matt and Annie.
Matt was very excited about getting new home designed around him. The only problem was that Annie was spending so much time on this new project, she had very little time left for Matt!
He continued to go about his days, working as hard as ever. They had saved up a lot of money, but it was still going to cost a lot to get their dream house built. The biggest change to his routine was that he ate a lot of pre-packaged food, as Annie just didn't have the time to cook for him any more!
Matt didn't mind eating this food, but it just didn't capture his imagination like having one of Annie's massive meals spread out in front of him. Over time Matt could feel himself losing weight.
"You know the funny part about all this?" Annie asked one evening as she was massaging Matt, "You have been losing weight, but I've been gaining weight again. I haven't had the time to exercise, and I'm eating on the run a lot."
He smiled, "Yeah, I've noticed. There's not going to be room for both of us here for much longer!"
"I'm not getting that big," she slapped his belly and watched it ripple.
"Not yet," he replied, giving his whole body a massive wiggle that Annie loved to watch.
It was true: Annie was still a mere shadow of the woman she'd been when they first lived together, but he could see her clothes getting tighter every day he saw her.
With Annie being so busy, Matt found himself more focused on work than ever. He quickly realised that he was taking on more work than he could get done! It was time to hire some subcontractors to work with him.
Matt handled most of the hiring process himself. He did everything over the phone, or by email or online. His work was all done that way, so why not the interviews? Before long he had a team of three people he'd never met working from their homes (or wherever, he supposed). The business was taking on larger and larger contracts, and the money was coming in faster than Matt had ever imagined.
Annie capitalized on this success and made some upgrades to their plans, basically replacing all compromises with the original designs. It would take a little longer, but they were throwing around enough cash to get quick and generous service.
As the house neared completion Matt noticed that they were further away from needing it when they'd planned it in the first place. "Even though you've gotten fat, I think there's room for you in bed now," he sighed one evening as he stepped out of the bathroom without any trouble at all.
"I'm not fat," Annie said, swallowing the cookie in her mouth. "I'm just," she stopped speaking for a moment as she realised the bag of cookies was empty, "I'm just hungry."
"Well, whatever you are, the button on your pants has popped off." Matt laughed as he grabbed her a bag of cookies, as well as one for himself.
"At least I'm not wasting away like some people!"
"Someone has to make sure there's enough room in this apartment for the two of us, and it sure ain't you." Matt sat down heavily on the couch beside Annie.
Matt was very excited about getting new home designed around him. The only problem was that Annie was spending so much time on this new project, she had very little time left for Matt!
He continued to go about his days, working as hard as ever. They had saved up a lot of money, but it was still going to cost a lot to get their dream house built. The biggest change to his routine was that he ate a lot of pre-packaged food, as Annie just didn't have the time to cook for him any more!
Matt didn't mind eating this food, but it just didn't capture his imagination like having one of Annie's massive meals spread out in front of him. Over time Matt could feel himself losing weight.
"You know the funny part about all this?" Annie asked one evening as she was massaging Matt, "You have been losing weight, but I've been gaining weight again. I haven't had the time to exercise, and I'm eating on the run a lot."
He smiled, "Yeah, I've noticed. There's not going to be room for both of us here for much longer!"
"I'm not getting that big," she slapped his belly and watched it ripple.
"Not yet," he replied, giving his whole body a massive wiggle that Annie loved to watch.
It was true: Annie was still a mere shadow of the woman she'd been when they first lived together, but he could see her clothes getting tighter every day he saw her.
With Annie being so busy, Matt found himself more focused on work than ever. He quickly realised that he was taking on more work than he could get done! It was time to hire some subcontractors to work with him.
Matt handled most of the hiring process himself. He did everything over the phone, or by email or online. His work was all done that way, so why not the interviews? Before long he had a team of three people he'd never met working from their homes (or wherever, he supposed). The business was taking on larger and larger contracts, and the money was coming in faster than Matt had ever imagined.
Annie capitalized on this success and made some upgrades to their plans, basically replacing all compromises with the original designs. It would take a little longer, but they were throwing around enough cash to get quick and generous service.
As the house neared completion Matt noticed that they were further away from needing it when they'd planned it in the first place. "Even though you've gotten fat, I think there's room for you in bed now," he sighed one evening as he stepped out of the bathroom without any trouble at all.
"I'm not fat," Annie said, swallowing the cookie in her mouth. "I'm just," she stopped speaking for a moment as she realised the bag of cookies was empty, "I'm just hungry."
"Well, whatever you are, the button on your pants has popped off." Matt laughed as he grabbed her a bag of cookies, as well as one for himself.
"At least I'm not wasting away like some people!"
"Someone has to make sure there's enough room in this apartment for the two of us, and it sure ain't you." Matt sat down heavily on the couch beside Annie.
Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
In Touch
I've been off on vacation.
Home now.
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Home now.
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