MsCezanne's Odyssey

Karen sat at the table, alone. In front of her was a vast expanse of food: her dinner for that Friday night. It had been a while since she'd contemplated just how much food she was eating. Did she really eat this much? She stared at the food, as it sat untouched.

"Do you think gaining weight is really going to help?" Sophie came into the kitchen on her crutches, interrupting Karen's thoughts.

"Michael is going to be worth it." Karen answered as she began to fill her plate.

"Can you even dance with all that weight?" Sophie didn't try very hard to keep the scorn from her voice.

"I can dance better than you can right now," Karen shot back. She would rather have her Friday night dinner in peace, she wasn't used to having Sophie around.

Sophie blushed, she was still embarrassed about twisting her ankle. After watching Karen finish her first plate of food she asked, "How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Karen responded as she heaped her plate with garlic mashed potatoes.

"You know... this..." she held her hands out wide, "Being fat."

Karen thought for a moment, smiling. She had a few bites from her refilled plate before answering. "It's great, I really like it. You see these garlic mashed potatoes? They look good, smell even better, and I get to eat them. ALLLL of them."

"How much bigger are you going to get?"

"The girl that Michael dates now is still way bigger than I am. She can't dance as well as I can, in fact, she can barely dance at all now."

"You know," Sophie said quietly, "I used to be jealous of you. You had such a great body, and you were the best dancer out there, you really were."

Karen smiled as she filled her plate for the third time. "I'm moving on to better men, I need a better body." Karen knew Sophie didn't understand, and she wished she'd just be left alone.

"It all looks good. Can I have some?"

"Never get between a fat girl and her food," Karen smiled back at her.

***

Karen sat at the table, alone. In front of her was a pile of chicken wings. It had been a long time since she had no appetite. She stared at the wings as they sat, untouched.

"Losing weight isn't going to help," Andrea had just waddled up to Karen's table and was taking a seat.

"You lost weight," Karen replied, finally reaching for a chicken wing.

"Fat lot of good it did me," Andrea said morosely. "I can dance your gigantic ass off on the floor, and he doesn't even look at me any more." She reached for a chicken wing.

Karen blushed a little. It still stung her that in addition to losing Michael, she had become so big that she couldn't really dance like she used to either. After the two women ate a large swath through the plate of wings Karen finally said, "How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" Andrea asked as she reached for another wing.

"You know..." Karen pointed at Andrea's slimmed form, "losing weight."

"It's terrible," Andrea snorted as she reached for another wing. "There's so much food you can't eat, and for what? Michael doesn't have time for me, just those two twits."

Both women looked over to where Michael was dancing with Sophie and Melissa, who were each angling for his undivided attention. Melissa was bigger than Sophie, but Sophie moved much better. Of course, Andrea was much larger than either girl, and Karen dwarfed them all.

"I should have warned you," Andrea said, as she kept watching the dancing, "that Michael would get bored with you too. I should have. But I hated you."

After a few moments Andrea added "I'm going to gain it all back. Do you think I should warn them?" She reached for another wing.

Karen quickly pulled the plate away front of her, "Never get between a fat girl and her food!" As she finished off the remaining chicken she added "I don't think we need to warn them. I hate them."

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

18 years old. Karen is widely regarded as the hottest girl in school. Her body is tight and firm, yet maintains soft and feminine curves. All the boys wanted to date her, all the girls were jealous of her.

Over the course of her senior year she dated the president of the student council, the captains of the basketball, volleyball and football teams, as well as a few of the boys who were simply amongst the cutest.

The winner of the 'Karen Bowl' though was the captain of the football team. Everyone told them they looked perfect together. He was going to college on scholarship after winning the championship - he was the guy for her.

All summer long they were royalty, and invited to all the parties and outings. Everyone wanted to be the quarterback's friend: he was going places. Everyone also wanted to watch Karen dance. As well as having the best body, she was also the best dancer, and she loved to put on a show.

Karen enjoyed the whole summer. She was in the spotlight. She had a boyfriend that was the envy of all her friends. She was in the best shape of her life. She was going to be the girlfriend of an all star quarterback!

Then disaster struck: the quarterback broke his arm on a diving board one night. The damage was severe, and it looked like he wouldn't be able to regain his football playing form.

As he got out of the hospital and began rehab, he said, "I'm so lucky to have a girl like you, so smart, so cute, so caring, who will stick with me through the good times and the bad. I'll do anything for you, and I'm glad you'll do anything for me."

Karen wasn't so sure though. "I'm still young," she replied. "I'm in the best shape I'll ever be, it's my time to enjoy life now, not follow to physiotherapy hoping you might get better. This is my one chance at being happy, and it's not going to be with you."

The quarterback was devastated, but Karen knew she was doing the right thing, and never looked back.

***

Being Michael's girlfriend was the greatest feeling that Karen had ever had. He was smart, cute, and he was sought after. All the women in the bar wanted him, and she had him.

Thursday nights, they were royalty. He was the undisputed king, and she was now his queen. With her massive curves, roles of flesh and sensuous dancing she had everyone's attention: the men wanted her, the women wanted to be her.

When she danced, she danced her heart out. She put on a show for Michael, but she knew that every eye was on her. With his love and attention, she knew that she was dancing better than she ever could. Her enormous body moved in perfect rhythms that she had never dreamed possible.

To win Michael over Karen had undergone a drastic transormation. Her taught dancer's body, defined by powerful lean body mass had given way to a large, bloated fat body. Washboard abs were lost behind rolls of belly fat. Tiny curves of gravity defying breasts had become massive jugs of fat that swayed with her every movement. Tightly contoured gluteous maximus were now simply massive maxiumus that wiggled with every step she made.

At first Karen had been hesitant to change, but Michael had seemed to be worth it. Over time she came to embrace the changes to her body as much as Michael had. Eating wasn't a chore, it was a pleasure. Outgrowing clothes was a cause for celebration, not shame. Adjusting her dance to a new centre of gravity was a challenge, not a difficulty.

When Michael finally let Karen into his life, she fell completely in love with him. He made her feel like and angel, and the least she could do was continue to grow, to give him more angel to love.

But now that Karen's body had become so big she couldn't dance like she used to, it was time for him to move on to someone else who would make him happy.

When Karen learned that Michael didn't love her, but rather her angellic body it was very hard on for her. She had given him everything, and he had taken it. she was devestated.

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

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.

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

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.

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

After her tiny roommates had finished tarting themselves up and headed out for their Friday night dancing, Karen took over the kitchen. She had been comfortable over eating in front of them for a while now, but she still liked to have the place to herself when putting together a truly spectacular meal.

Her Friday feasts were becoming bigger and bigger, she could feel that she was getting close to the size that Michael would finally appreciate. She'd also noticed that Andrea was having more and more trouble dancing. Karen would be ready!

Just as she finally sat down to eat, Sophie, one of her roommates came into the kitchen. Sophie had seen Karen eating her big meals a few times before, but this was the first time she'd come in on a Friday night. Karen stopped and stared for a moment, not sure what to say. Finally she invited Sophie to sit down.

Sophie had twisted her ankle earlier at the gym, and was going to keep off it for the night to see if it felt any better in the morning. She hated not going dancing with the girls, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a real sit down dinner either.

Karen and Sophie chatted as they ate the food that Karen had prepared. Karen was a little upset that Sophie was eating her food, but Karen enjoyed having company for a change, she just wasn't popular among her roommates any more.

Sophie went to the hospital the next day and found out that her twisted ankle was a serious sprain, and she'd have to stay off it for a month or so.

Friday night became an informal dinner night for the two girls. Karen would whip up a large dinner for the two of them to share while they talked about their week. Outside of Friday night Sophie ignored Karen as any of the other girls did, but that was fine by Karen, she understood peer pressure.

As Sophie's ankle regained its strength Karen was worried she would lose her friend again. Luckily this coincided with Karen eclipsing Andrea for Michael's attention. Karen was happy that she could now spend Friday with Michael rather than Sophie!

***

Karen loved showing up early at the club on Thursdays. Tim, the bartender, always had a table setup for her with a huge dinner. While the staff got the club ready for the evening she'd eat up, and Tim would come by to chat when he had a few spare moments.

By the time she was finally done eating the club was alive with music and dancing. People were drinking, eating, and having a great time. Everyone always kept an eye on her, looking forward to when she would finally get up and dance.

Finally finished eating, Karen slowly made her way up to the risers to dance. She was so full, she had to move carefully. Ideally she wouldn't be so full when she ate, but she found that if she didn't eat enough before dancing, she was more focused on what others were eating rather than her dancing. Being full was a problem when she danced, but being hungry was a bigger problem. She took her time ascending the steps. She was used to going slowly now, if she tried to hard she'd wear herself out before dancing.

When Karen was finally in position she began to dance lightly. Her body needed time to warm up now. If she tried too hard too quickly, she would tire out too quickly, or even lose her balance, as she was always somewhat larger than last week, and it took time to adjust.

There were times Karen couldn't believe that someone her size could dance, much less put on the spectacular show that riveted everyone's attention. But while dancing she was always aware of the ever growing Melissa, and the recently shrunk Andrea who were ready to take her dancing crown at a moment's misstep. Karen always had Michael's attention when her dance was in full fling, but his attention wandered while she warmed up, or if she had to stop dancing before the other girls.

Just as Karen reached the point she knew she couldn't go on, she took a peek at Melissa and Andrea. Their smiles had faded too, even if they weren't stopping yet, they would shortly. Karen slowed down and gently lowered herself from the riser, her heart pounding and her breath heaving.

As she approached Michael's table she realised he had someone sitting with him. It was Sophie!

Karen blurted out, "Sophie? What are you doing here? You're not fat!"

Sophie smiled to Karen, then smiled at Michael, "Maybe not compared to you, twinkle toes, but I've been stealing your clothes for a month now."

Sophie stood up and twisted around. The clothes were pretty tight on her, and, now that she looked, Karen realised that Sophie had gained quite a bit of weight. She also noticed that Michael was noticing Sophie's weight.

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

Karen was in absolute bliss after Michael had turned his attentions from Andrea to her. She liked Andrea, and figured they might've been friends if they weren't rivalling over Michael. She might even feel bad that Andrea had gotten too big to dance for her boyfriend and had lost him.

However, since Andrea's misfortune was Karen's gain, she couldn't help but smile over the next few weeks as Andrea desperately tried to lift her bulk up onto the riser and dance for Michael. One week Andrea did finally manage to get up again, but she was too winded to dance with any real appeal. There were plenty of men who appreciated the effort, and to Karen's chagrin, Michael did seem to enjoy the show.

Before long though Andrea had given up dancing on the risers. She continued to attract plenty of attention from the men at the club, but she was still stinging at having lost Michael. Eventually she had stopped coming to the club.

When Karen noticed that Andrea was not coming, she was surprised how relieved she was. Even though Andrea had continued to gain weight, Karen was worried that she might get up and dance again, and she'd lose Michael back to her. She was even worried that Michael might look past Karen's dancing to Andrea's sheer mass. Andrea hadn't been the biggest girl at the club, but her weight skyrocketed after she stopped dancing, and she was closing in on being the biggest.

Karen's relief was short lived though. A girl she barely even noticed, until Tim had pointed her out, was getting a lot of attention. Even Michael's head turned when she went up to dance.

At first the girl had come in with a knot of friends. Her friends weren't nearly as thin as Karen's friends were (or Karen herself had once been), but they were definitely chubby. One Thursday night though, Karen noticed that the girl had come in alone, so Karen decided to get to know her a little bit.

Her name was Melissa. She and her friends had started coming to the bar on Friday nights, when they were all thin. After a few months of being on their own at school though, they'd gained quite a bit of weight. Tim, the bartender, had suggested they check out Thursday nights. Melissa had a lot of fun being appreciated for her new weight, and discovered some truly fantastic guys were at the club on Thursdays. Her weight went up, her friends got tired of being too fat for Fridays and too thin for Thursdays so they went to the gym while she came here.

As they finished their platter of nachos Michael joined them. They both flashed him big smiles, and Karen couldn't help but notice Michael return both smiles equally.

***

Karen shifted around on the stool she was using. "It's no use Tim. I just can't stay at the bar with you any more. These stools just don't cut it!"

Tim sighed, "I'm surprised you put up with them this long. I'll make sure you've got a table waiting for you next week, okay?"

Karen smiled. She'd eaten through the menu, and really wanted to keep going, but she was already late getting out dancing. If she didn't hurry up, she'd lose her chance to get on the riser. She slowly rose to her feet, taking a forlorn look at the menu, and was distracted by a twiggy little waitress carrying a mass of wings to some lucky table.

Karen's waddle was slower than normal tonight. Her body wanted to relax, and she just didn't have it in her to speed up now. She did try to limber up as she approached the riser though. It was getting tougher and tougher to get up and dance, and she wondered if maybe she should try warming up.

The twiggy waitress caught her eye again. She placed the pile of wings at a table with just one occupant: Melissa. Karen couldn't believe how big Melissa was getting. She was now bigger than a majority of the girls at the club Thursday nights. She wasn't in Karen's weight range, but she was one of the biggest girls to dance on the risers, and the only one who could move like Karen could.

She was so focused on Melissa that Karen hadn't even noticed her body carrying he to the riser. She bumped into it and lost her balance for a moment. It was getting dangerous for Karen to lose her balance these days. It happened quite easily, and she knew that she must look a little ridiculous flailing her arms around to get her feet back under her. She seriously wondered if she'd be able to get up if she fell to the floor.

After taking a moment to compose herself, and steal one more glance at Melissa, Karen wished she was eating that plate of wings, she stepped up to the riser. At least, she tried to. She had to rock her weight a little bit to get her momentum going up the steps. When she reached the top she was winded. She took a moment to catch her breath.

It took Karen longer than normal to settle into her groove. She finally did though, and while it wasn't one of her better dancing nights, she could still feel all eyes on her. She saw Michael in the crowd, clearly fixated on her. Karen smiled, forgetting all about Melissa and all the food that she was missing while being the queen.

Eventually Karen wore out, she stood on the riser panting. She dreaded the walk down the steps, but she could already see a waitress putting her order of food at Michael's table. She took one step slowly, then another. She didn't want to let gravity take over.

When she reached the bottom step Karen came belly to belly with a woman she'd never met before. Karen was tired, hungry, and desperate for Michael's company. She turned towards Michael's table, letting this new woman have the riser.

When Karen got to Michael's table, she dug right into the double cheeseburger and fries waiting for her. She didn't notice right away that Michael wasn't talking to her, wasn't even looking at her. Finally she noticed that his attention was on the riser, on the new girl.

As she reached for some fries, Karen turned to look. The new girl was about Karen's size, maybe a little slimmer. She had some excellent dance moves though. She was clearly a better dancer than Melissa, she really knew how to work her body. Karen even had to admit that this new girl was probably putting on a better show than she just had.

Finally, Karen realised that this wasn't a new woman at all: it was Andrea. She'd lost weight, but regained Michael's attention

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

Karen had gotten to the club rather early this particular Thursday. The outfit she had on was much tighter than she'd thought it would be, and she didn't want to give her roommates a chance to taunt her about it. She didn't really mind gaining weight, but she was still self conscious about it around her lithe roommates.

She caught Tim, the bartender, by surprise; normally he had a drink and a small snack ready for her, but he was still setting up when she walked up to the bar. He smiled at her and headed over to get her a drink, "to what do I owe the pleasure of such an early visit?"

Karen sighed as she took her drink, "I just needed to get out. I don't fit in at home so much any more, but I feel better here."

Tim nodded knowingly. He tended bars on the weekends too, and he knew Karen's friends who came in on those nights. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Some people just can't appreciate good curves like yours."

Karen smiled back, "thanks, but when is Michael going to notice?"

"Oh, you've still got a while to go before he's going to pay you much notice." Tim looked her up and down, taking in how tight her outfit really was, "on the other hand, you are progressing quite nicely!"

Tim continued to set up the bar as the rest of the staff got the club ready for the night. Slowly people trickled in as the lights went down and the music was turned up.

Just as Karen was ready to head to the dance floor, a group of girls came in. A few of them were chubby, but none of them very big, maybe a few pounds bigger than Karen. One of them was quite slim though, and reminded her of the friends she'd left back home. "Who's the twinkie?" she asked to Tim.

He laughed, "They used to call you that you know."

Karen turned to look at Tim, not sure what to think.

He continued, "They started coming in Fridays about when you stopped. Most of 'em were gaining weight, not having much luck, so I told them to try Thursdays. Figured they'd be happier. Didn't think the twinkie would come though. But I've been surprised before." He winked at Karen again as she headed out to the dance floor.


***

Karen waddled up to the bar, catching Tim by surprise. Normally he didn't expect her until much later, once the lights were down and the music was pumping. He was still setting up.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of an early visit?" he asked while getting her a drink ready.

"The grocery shopping didn't get done this week! I didn't have anything for dinner, I was wondering if you could hook me up?"

"Well," Tim thought for a moment, "the kitchen is just getting going. I haven't even put in your order yet. They're normally pretty busy Thursdays, I'm sure they'll have something together for you, if you want to wait a few minutes."

"You're the best Tim!" she called as he headed back to help her out.

He came back a few minutes later with a double cheeseburger and fries. He set it down and pointed at the empty pretzel bowls in front of Karen, "Hey, I just filled those!"

Karen just grinned as she reached for the burger.

Tim came around from behind the bar to help getting the club ready Karen could hear him stop behind her. She turned and saw his mouth slightly agape. "What's the matter? Did I pop a seam?"

"I, uh," Tim stammered for a moment. "I just haven't seen you in the full light in a long time, I'm just a little shocked to see how big you've gotten! And sitting down, my God, you've gotten so wide!"

Karen smiled, "thank you!" and then turned back to her burger.

Karen kept Tim company as the lights went down and the music came on. People started to come into the bar. They both knew it would be a while before Michael came, and so it would be a while before Karen started dancing on the risers. The kitchen was ready for her though, and she was well fed as the evening wore on.

About the time that she would normally arrive Karen turned around to survey the bar. Plenty of guys had their eyes on her. She was used to that, but a lot of other guys were watching a girl on the risers. She was dancing pretty well, better than the other girls up there. Her clothes were tight, as though she was about to outgrow them. She was also quite large. Not in Karen's class, but not very far off. She turned to Tim, "Who's that there?"

"You don't remember her?"

Karen shook her head.

"She started coming in here a while ago, with her friends." Tim pointed at a knot of chubby girls talking with some guys.

Karen recognised them immediately. "What happened to the Twinkie who used to hang out with them?"

"Who do you think's dancing on the riser?"

Karen looked. Sure enough, now that she got a good look at her, there was a glimmer of recognition. "How come I haven't seen her before?"

"She normally clears off before you get here."

"I can't believe she got so fat so fast!"

Tim just smiled and winked at her.

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

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

Karen sat down to eat her breakfast Saturday morning. She liked Saturday mornings; her roommates always slept in, if they were home at all, after their busy night out dancing. She had the kitchen to herself to make up a good breakfast, and eat it without interruption.

Except today.

One of her friends wandered bleary eyed into the kitchen looking for some sort of hangover cure before realising that Karen was sitting down to eat. She surveyed the table and smiled, "Oh, you've made breakfast for everyone, that's great!"

Karen looked down. It was true, she'd made up enough bacon, eggs, sausages and toast to feed the other girls in the house. "No, sorry, it's just for me." Her appetite had been growing as quickly as her weight, and she hadn't quite realised how much food she'd made, though she knew it would be enough.

Her friend stood for a moment as Karen's intentions filtered through the hangover. "You're going to eat all that? Yourself?"

Karen smiled, "yes, I am. I could make you something if you want." She stood up and turned towards the fridge.

She could see her friend look her up and down. Karen noted a look on her face that was between revulsion and laughter. A moment later her friend smiled meekly, "no, I don't think I'm hungry right now. I'm just going to lay down."

As her friend left the room, Karen remained standing. What had that been about? She looked down. She could see her chest, of course. As she'd gained weight it had become far more prominent. Below she could see her belly poking out somewhat. She'd never really seen that before. It was round, and actually quite prominent, now that Karen gave it notice. She put her hands to it, and could feel that her night shirt was stretched tight against it. Reflexively pulling at her night shirt, Karen was suddenly aware at how tight it was across her chest, stomach and bum. She pulled at the hem, and realised it had ridden up quite far! She pulled it back down to midthigh, but it immediately rode back up to her hips.

Karen panicked momentarily before realising that she'd simply outgrown it. That's what she was trying to do. That's why she was going to eat so much breakfast. This was what she wanted!

Karen sat down heavily, aware of how soft her bum was as it spread across the chair, aware of her chest bouncing, aware of her belly pressing into the edge of the table. She proceeded to eat everything she'd made, and then polished off a half dozen bagels someone had left unattended.

***

Karen normally kept her large breakfasts to Saturday mornings when she knew she's be alone, but this was a special Friday. She'd finally become the object of Michael's affections, and she was in a mood to celebrate. She was in a mood to eat! She'd put together the biggest breakfast she could: bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, toast, fruit salad and some muffins.

Just as she sat down one of her friends came in looking for breakfast. Her friend's eyes went wide as her jaw dropped, "you can't be eating all that yourself, can you?"

Karen smiled up at her friend. She could feel her cheeks and chins shuffle as the soft curves in her face moved to frame her smile. "Of course I am. I can make something for you, if you'd like." She turned as though to get up.

"No, no. I'm fine, I'm not really all that hungry. My God Karen, how can you eat that much?" her friend couldn't help by sneer.

"This? It's not so much. I don't want to get too full before class."

Her friend paused, unsure what to say. Her tone changed from scorn to pure amazement. "Just how much can you eat?"

"Oh, tough to say, I like to eat through out the day, rather than just a few big meals," Karen was suddenly curious just how much she could eat.

"I guess," her friend stopped, thinking what to say, "I guess I didn't realise how big you've gotten."

"Thank you!" Karen beamed back.

Another friend entered the kitchen. "I know that smile. 2 for one at McDonald's again?"

"No," Karen turned to the new arrival and thought to herself, it wasn't was it? That'd be great! She continued, "no, I don't think so. I finally got him."

"Got who?"

"Michael," Karen was still smiling

"Oh, that's right, this 'Mr. Perfect' who only likes fat girls."

"That's the one," she couldn't wait any longer. Karen started to eat while her friend kept talking.

"Well, I'd say I'm not surprised you finally got him. You can't get much fatter." She paused, watching Karen shovelling food into her mouth. "On the other hand, maybe you can."

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

Karen was so full she could hardly move. It had been a week since she'd started eating as much as she could, and she still wasn't used to it. There was a part of her that thought she was out of her mind. But that part lost out to the part that saw gaining weight as the only way to interest Michael.

Her clothes still fit, though they felt a little tight. Karen wondered if she really had gained that much, or if it was just in her head. It wouldn't be long before she really did have to buy some bigger clothes. Again part of her thought she was off her rocker. Again, the part that wanted Michael was in control.

While she loved dancing with her friends on Friday nights, they wouldn't be caught dead joining her Thursday night when the 'fat girls' were at the club. Karen really did feel out of place, she was the smallest woman there, many were twice her size, and a few where three times her size or larger. One of the largest women was Andrea. She always had the complete attention of Michael. They were the informal king and queen of the club on Thursday nights. All the women wanted Michael, all the women wanted to be Andrea. Karen didn't want to be Andrea though. She wanted to be more than Andrea.

Arriving at the club she looked around. Andrea and Michael weren't there yet, so she stepped up to the bar to chat with Tim, the bartender. He was very friendly, always happy to talk with her. He had a drink for her before she even had to ask for it. She asked if he had a menu.

"Of course, the kitchen gets a great work out on Thursdays," he handed one to her.

There was the standard pub grub. As Karen looked over the list of 'appetizers' she realised they were all available in small, large, and extra large. "So how big is an extra large nachos?"

"You and all your friends couldn't handle it," he smiled back.

"Who could?"

"She can," he pointed.

Karen turned to see Andrea waddling in. She was impeccably dressed. Her clothes were as stylish and attractive as Karen’s, just much larger. They were also tighter than Karen's were.

Before long it was clear everyone had made note of Andrea's presence. The men were pretending to be interested in their dates, and the women pretended that the men couldn't see her. It's the reception Karen and her friends would receive on Friday nights.

As Andrea climbed up to dance on the risers, Karen realised that Michael was sitting in a booth and was entranced watching Andrea, his Queen.

Karen just pretended that he was interested in her, not Andrea.

***

Karen was so full she could barely move. She'd been pushing herself extra hard all week, and it felt really good. Part of her wished she'd been able to eat more. Part of her was sure she'd eaten enough to get Michael's full attention at long last.

Her clothes were a little tight. They still fit though. Karen wondered if she'd gained enough that she should have bought something new. It wouldn't be long before she did have to buy more clothes in bigger sizes. She wondered if she should just start prebuying larger sizes. She also thought that Michael probably liked the tight clothes, and it was probably better this way.

Karen missed going out with her friends, and she missed dancing on Friday nights. It had been a long time since she'd gone dancing on Friday nights though, and she didn't really fit in there. She was as big as any three girls. She felt far more comfortable on Thursday nights where she was amongst the largest women, and twice the size of many of the 'fat' women there.

Tonight was going to be the night, Karen was sure, where she'd have Michael's complete attention.

Karen entered the club and looked around. Right away she could feel the women look and look away. She could see the men trying to glimpse at her without their dates noticing. Michael and Andrea weren't there yet, so she basked in being the centre of attention.

She waddled over to the bar where Tim had her drink and an extra large tray of Nachos waiting for her.

He glanced over her as she struggled to get onto the stool, "You know, I remember when you weighed less than a plate of nachos."

Karen, her mouth full of corn chips and cheese, just glared at him.

Before long Andrea made her entrance and everyone, including Karen turned their attention to her. When they'd first met, Karen couldn't believe how huge Andrea was, now though, Andrea didn't seem so big. Of course, Karen was now larger than Andrea had been when they met.

Andrea slowly waddled across the floor and paused. She looked forlornly at the dance risers and took a small step, as though she might try to get up on them. She didn't though. Last week had been difficult enough for her, there was no need to repeat it. Instead, she turned towards Karen and pointed her towards the risers.

Karen gulped down the last of her drink and nachos, gave Tim a wink, and waddled over to the riser which was left empty for her. Every eye was on her, including Michael, back in his booth.

Karen could see that he was interested only in her, not Andrea.

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

Karen was holding her breath. She wasn't anticipating anything in particular, just trying to make sure she didn't burst out of her clothing. She'd been gaining weight for a few months now, and even her most generous 'fat clothes' were uncomfortably tight.

Karen did like that her bulging clothes gained attention on Thursday nights, and she was looking forward to wearing bigger clothes, but she knew she was sticking out more and more on Friday nights.

She could still dance better than any of the other girls in there, but now that she jiggled a little, she knew people were talking. She knew guys were looking up at her, and looking away for someone thinner, with a leaner physique.

As she danced Karen was aware of some of the catty looks she was getting from girls who weren't on the risers. It was a coveted spot, sure to get the attention of any of the men in the bar. She knew that these girls were eager to show off their young slender bodies, and didn't know why someone with curves would get to dance on them.

As the night wore on, Karen was finding it tougher and tougher to concentrate. She could tell people were looking at her, judging her, saying things behind her back. It was throwing off her rhythm, she was finding it difficult to find someone to dance for, someone to make eye contact with and focus on.

Sucking in her tummy the whole time wasn't helping much either.

Eventually she needed a moment to relax, to take a deep breath. She wished she hadn't, the waist on her skirt popped apart, allowing a bulge of fat to poke out. Her shirt suddenly rode up, revealing a roll of fat around her middle.

Karen did her best to cover it up and keep on dancing, but it was too late. A manager from the bar came over and asked her to step down. "You can get back up if you're ever hot again."

She knew this day would come, but it didn't sting any less. She headed over to the bar to get a drink.

Karen took one look back at the risers, she could see a new girl, a real stick figure who could hardly dance, throwing her a victorious smile. She just turned back to the double Tim had poured her.

***

Karen walked into the club. She knew her outfit was too small. It was a little uncomfortable, but she also knew that the rolls of her belly were clearly visible, and that the men in the club would go wild seeing the bulges of flesh that poked out from her clothes in a few places.

Before heading to the dance floor, she visited Tim for her customary drink and snack to get her ready for the night. He took one look at her, "How can you even move in that thing?"

"Very carefully," Karen gave Tim a few moves, her flesh rippling and pushing her clothes to their very limits of decency.

As she finished up her snack, she noticed that Andrea, her main rival for Michael's attention wasn't around. Even Karen had to admit that Andrea was probably the most attractive woman in there on Thursday nights. She was very large: bigger than Karen by a couple sizes. She was very cute. Maybe not as cute as Karen, but that's a matter of taste. She couldn't dance as well as Karen, but was a close second, and certainly had mastered using her body to full effect. Karen was still learning how to 'dance fat'. Normally this woman would be dancing on the risers, or even with Michael himself. Karen asked Tim where Andrea was, but he hadn't seen her all night long.

Just as Karen was getting ready to get onto her riser, Andrea finally came in. Every eye was instantly on her, as Karen was used to. Andrea waddled in, her clothes every bit as tight as Karen’s, despite being larger. Andrea winked at Michael, and made for her own riser. She tried to get up, but was having trouble shifting her weight up onto the riser. Michael came over to give Andrea a hand, and she finally got up. However, she was out of breath, and took a moment before she started dancing.

By now Karen was up on her own riser and dancing for Michael as she always did. She was now one of the largest dancers on the risers, though she was one of the most energetic, aside from a few of the newer girls who hardly qualified as fat. She continued to catch glimpses of Andrea who just couldn't seem to get into a rhythm at all.

A few minutes later Karen realised that all eyes were on her. Andrea had stopped dancing. She was too tired to keep going, and just delaying getting down. Finally Karen saw Michael approach Andrea and help her down. Normally Karen was jealous of seeing Michael showering attention on the bigger woman, but there was no pride in they way Andrea held herself. Michael wasn't with her, but merely beside her, guiding her towards a table where there was food for her to enjoy alone.

Michael returned the dance floor, his attention clearly fixed upon Karen.

Karen managed to find another burst of energy, and put on one of her best performances of all time, certainly her best 'fat dance' yet. Getting her large body to move in rhythm with the music required much more effort now than when she'd been thin. It took more energy to get her body moving, to change direction. It also came to life on it's own, and took a lot of effort and planning to make sure everything was shaking and moving the right way.

Finally she was wearing down. She'd outlasted even the skinny girls though, and Michael approached her and offered his hand to help her down from the Riser.

"Congratulations," he said to her. "I think that Andrea has danced her last dance, you're my new queen."

Karen's smile was ear to ear as she sat down with him to devour the food he had spread out for her.

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

Karen had always found that wearing heels was an instant way to a man's heart. They pushed her legs up, and turned her well defined dancers muscles into a shape as close to perfect feminity as she could imagine. That alone was enough to turn men into putty.

Then, with the right amount of heel, it would be easier to look a man in the eyes, to kiss him without moving too much, to hang her hands around his neck without putting too much pressure on him. Even though guys don't know how important that can be, it was always very successful for Karen.

The problem was finding shoes that gave her the right lift, and were supportive enough for dancing. Eventually she did find some boots that worked out very well for her. From then on, she knew how to find the perfect boots to drive the men crazy, with her legs, with her looks, and with her dancing.

Karen's friends scoffed at how important it was to have the right boots, but she pointed to her track record with men. She pointed out that they could dance like her, and they were as pretty as her, the difference was the boots.

Over time a few of her friends finally decided to give the same serious thought to footwear that Karen did, and they found that there were indeed perfect boots for them too. Before long their trips to the shoe store were far more critical than finding something that merely matched their skirt.

***

Karen had a problem. She couldn't get her boots on. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get them to zip up over her calf. They'd been getting tighter and tighter and even though they were stretchy, they would simply stretch no more. She desperately searched around her closet for a pair of boots, but those had been her loosest pair. She wished she'd noticed earlier, there wasn't time for her to go out and buy new boots.

She tried to find some shoes, but anything she found just didn't have the support. While gaining weight had it's challenges, walking in heels was by far the hardest. Her centre of gravity changed so much, she really needed the support her boots offered. None of her shoes fit the bill, she was sure she would just twist an ankle by trying to dance in them. Unfortunately all her shoes were too high for her to dance in. A few of them she could barely stand in now!

She raided her friends' closets, looking for something that would fit and let her dance, and match her outfit. Eventually she settled on a pair of flats. It took a few minutes to get used to walking around in them. She hoped dancing would be okay.

She arrived at the club and stopped for a quick bite with Tim before heading to dance on the risers. He noticed immediately "You're getting shorter!"

She laughed, "no, just couldn't get my boots on. I mean, I'm used to outgrowing my pants, my skirts, even my underwear, but I never thought I'd outgrow my boots!"

Tim peered over the bar and she stepped back to show him. He whistled as she twirled for him. He gave her a second plate of fries to help her build up her energy.

When she finally got up on the riser Karen was a little off. Her balance was thrown by being so flat on her heels. It took her a little while to get going. Eventually she did get into her rhythm, and she found that it was easier to dance without the heels. She finally found Michael in the crowd and began to focus on him.

Without having to balance on the heels she found she had more energy that night. She was worried that Michael would end up with one of the other, fatter dancers, so she was surprised to see that he was still waiting for her when she finally took a break from dancing.

"That was simply incredible! I don't know what it is, but your legs, your butt, they're just popping tonight. I could NOT take my eyes off you."

One of the other dancers, who had been waiting for Michael, shot Karen a glare. Karen just smiled back, and then tucked into the platter of nachos he had waiting for her.

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

Karen could feel herself being watched. She was arguably the hottest girl dancing on the risers that Friday night, and she was arguably the best dancer of the group too. She knew she had an appreciative audience, and she was doing her best to give them something to appreciate.

On her best nights, of which most were, she could get into a zone where she could perform at a top level for longer than any of the other girls. They would step down for breaks and she could keep going.

The trick that Karen used was to pick out one person, and perform for them. Making it personal added a warmth and personality that the others could not match. And by focusing on one person, it was easier to put everything she had into her dancing. She hardly ignored the rest of her audience though.

When she finally did come down from the risers that evening she was approached by a series of men happy to buy her drinks and give her their phone numbers. Tonight she was approached by the man she'd chosen to dance for. This didn't always happen, but tonight went so well, she was naturally inclined to join him and his friends. He bought her drinks, and they even danced a little bit that evening.

Karen spent the night at his place as well, departing before breakfast the next morning. She'd enjoyed her time with him, but she wasn't really into him. She loved his attention, but didn't feel any need to find anything more from him.

He wasn't the first such encounter for Karen, and he wouldn't be the last. There were times she wondered if there was more to life, but then Friday night would come about, and it was enough for her lithe body to be the centre of attention.

***

For the third Thursday in a row Karen found herself dancing on the risers. It had taken some time for her to acquire the curves she needed to be accepted as a chubby dancer. Despite her plus sized frame she was the thinnest of the dancers. She was also the best dancer, probably because she was the thinnest.

Karen was also aware that she garnered the least attention. The men in the club on Thursday nights appreciated their women with curves, and Karen just didn't have enough for their tastes.

She was dancing her heart out, she could stay on the risers far longer than the other girls. She still danced for one man in particular, but now it was Michael. He knew she was up there, but she knew that she had to fight for his attention with the bigger girls.

In fact, she looked over at him once to see that one of the biggest dancers had sat down with him. They were talking, laughing, eating. She was overcome by a moment of rage, wishing she'd taken the time to get down and talk to Michael. The part of her that loved to dance kept her up though. She was a dancing girl, and Thursdays were her one chance a week to really let go.

She had spent so long in limbo though, too fat for dancing on Fridays, and too skinny for dancing on Thursdays. She just had to get up there, to perform, to be who she was, even if she couldn't have the audience she wanted.

When she was finally worn out, and her anger had cooled, she stepped down from the riser and realised that Michael had left with the bigger girl. Karen went over to the bar where Tim was waiting with a drink and a plate of food for her.

He even knew what was on her mind before she said anything. "You've got his attention, you do. You think that girl he left with was always that big? She used to be quite a dancer, but never as good as you are. When you fill out a bit, you're going to be the hottest girl up there. You've got the moves, you just need the pounds."

Karen smiled. Tim always knew what to say to her. She drank, ate and eventually found some people to dance with. She did end up having a great night, considering she still didn't have the man she wanted.

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

Karen was with her new roommates it was their first Friday night together at University, and they were looking for a great place to drink, dance, and generally have fun. They got a few suggestions from classmates who lived in town and before long they'd decided on where to go.

They got dressed up, which was fun. It was their first chance to really see each other ready for 'clubbing'. They made sure everyone was going to fit in with the group. A quick once over showed they all had impeccable taste, and they were all gifted with athletic bodies with just enough curves to be irresistible.

The girls found the club, and already standing in line outside they could tell by the crowd, by the thumping of the music coming through the wall that they'd found the perfect place. They were quickly admitted and set about exploring.

There was a large dance floor, flanked on one side by a long bar, and on the other sides were risers where people were dancing. Karen and her friends took a moment to take it all in. The girls dancing on the risers were good, but Karen and her friends all smiled silently to themselves: they knew they could dance better.

They went to the bar and ordered drinks. While her friends dispersed onto the floor to get their grooves, Karen stopped to talk with the bartender for a moment. She'd noticed that most of the staff were just working part time for a few extra bucks, but the bartender looked like a pro, like he'd been at it a while, and really cared about his customers. She found out that his name was Tim, and he'd worked a few bars over the years, and really liked this one. Different nights they appealed to different crowds, and he was sure that Karen and her friends would love Fridays.

Karen eventually hit the floor and before long it was clear that Karen and her friends were among the cream of the dancers. They'd collected small knots of people around them admiring their moves, and their bodies.

They had a fantastic night, and were told they could use the risers if they chose to come back next Friday. Naturally they took the opportunity.

***

The end of the semester was coming up, Karen didn't go out with her roommates on Friday nights any more. Her soft generous curves didn't fit in with their angular bodies. She preferred to go out on Thursday nights where people like Michael could appreciate her mix of generous proportions and dancing skills.

It was fun for her to dress up on Thursday night. She was never quite sure what would fit, what would be obscenely tight, and what she just couldn't squeeze into at all. It was getting harder and harder to find a selection of clothes that would fit her growing body, but she always managed to put on something that would emphasise her voluptuousness as well as let her dance.

The line up was always short on a Thursday night, but if there was one Karen was always allowed right in anyway. Once getting in she always made a beeline for the bar where Tim always had a plate of food waiting for her. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to keep her energy up.

Tim and Karen would talk for a few minutes while she ate. They'd catch up on their week, talk about anything that struck them as peculiar that night, or even about how much weight Karen had gained. At first they were both a little uncomfortable talking about Karen's weight, but once the ice had broken he was happy to notice it, and she was relieved to have someone to talk about it with. This week she was mentioning how tough it was to tie her boots, and he suggested finding some new ones that were designed to fit over a plus sized calf, as many of the girls on the risers had on.

After finishing her snack, she'd find Michael, the man she'd met months ago at this club, a man she found indescribably cute, sweet and generally perfect. She'd worked hard to impress him, and when she learned he liked bigger girls, she'd swiftly let her tiny dancer's body round into its current plus sized grandeur.

Typically they'd talk a little, dance a little, and then he'd set her up with a meal so she could gain enough weight to perform on the risers. She was dying to perform on the risers, she could dance as well as any of the girls up there, they were just a few pounds bigger than she was, which is what they wanted to see on Thursday nights.

Tonight wasn't typical though. Michael looked her over and casually remarked "It's a little tight, don't you think?"

Karen smiled, she knew this was a compliment from Michael. "It's a lot tight, actually. I don't know that I'll be able to wear it next week."

Michael gave her another glance. The seams were tight, her underwear could be seen pressed against the material. Rolls of flesh were clearly visible wherever the outfit gathered. "Are you sure you can dance in it?"

Karen rolled her eyes. "Of course I can dance in it."

He reached a hand out to her. She took it, unsure what to do for a moment before he started to guide her up to the nearest riser.

She was stunned for a moment before bursting into a big smile, and then putting on her best dance. She was dancing for Michael, but every eye in the club was on her.

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Karen sat, staring. There was food from McDonald's on the table. A combo. A Double Big Mac. Supersized fries. A supersized, non-diet Coke. There was so much food there.

She was going to eat it.

She reached out, tentatively took a fry. A fry was safe. It was small, tiny, she'd had millions before, why not another? It tasted like a McDonald's fry. She'd heard they tasted the same the world over, for some reason. She wondered why, and then she wondered how. She continued to slowly chew the fry. It was a fry like any other, but it wasn't. This fry, it was the start of something, something new, something big, something that was going to make her happy.

She reached out for the Coke. She'd never really liked Coke, she had sips from boyfriends from time to time, but it always was so syrupy, so sugary. She'd wondered why anyone drank it at all, it was awful AND it made you fat. She took a sip. It was syrupy. It was sugary. It was going to make her fat. She took another sip.

She grabbed a few more french fries. The same texture and flavour as the first, but already the sense of the occasion was fading. Fries were fries. Another sip of Coke put off the next step for another moment.

She took the Big Mac in her hand. She'd never had a single, much less a double. How could anyone possibly eat this? Was it going to fit in her mouth? She crushed the burger slightly, so she might eat it easier. The flavour was overwhelming! There was so much to taste in the burger, so much familiar, and so much new and exciting.

She took another bite. A bigger bite.

Another sip of Coke, another handful of fries.

Karen's hesitancy was gone. Though it didn't cross her mind at the time, she'd discovered what so many others had: junk food tasted good, and you could at a lot of it without even noticing. She enjoyed each bite. The fries were familiar, comfortable. The Coke seemed better as the ice melted into it, the flavour becoming fuller.

The Big Mac, that Double Big Mac, though, it was so new, so incredible. In a flash she went from wondering how she could possibly eat it all to wondering how she had eaten it so fast.

Her fries and drink were gone too.

She sat back, shaking a little with the realisation of what she had done. She'd eaten an entire McDonald's combo. With a Double Big Mac. Supersized. And it had gone by in a flash.

***

Karen sat, staring. Her friends had decided to buy her dinner. They'd decided to have a little fun with her. The array of food before her was tremendous. There were samplings from all the different fast food places nearby: burgers, fries, tacos, chicken, even a pizza.

She looked up her giggling friends. "Is that all?" she asked as she took the first piece of pizza.

Even though she was trying to be blaze about all the food, inside she was very nervous. She'd never eaten so much at once, and wasn't sure she could. Also, she wasn't sure if her friends expected her to eat it or not. What would they do if she did? What would they do if she didn't?

Before she knew it Karen had already eaten half the pizza, a couple tacos and only one burger remained. She wasn't sure how long she'd been eating, but her friends were sitting around her. For the first time she noticed the astonishment on their faces. They hadn't expected her to get this far, and she still had room for more.

Seeing Karen pause gave her friends a chance to speak up. "I had no idea she was that much of a pig." "I can't even eat one of those, and how many did she have?" "I don't care how fat she is, I knew she couldn't eat all that!"

Staring at the girl who made the last comment Karen reached out for another piece of chicken and took a large bite of it. She continued her assault on the dwindling buffet. It was getting harder to eat, she was getting so full, but the gauntlet was down, she was determined to finish everything off.

She paused again and looked up at her friends. They shared a look of disbelief. She waited for them to say something, but after a moment, only one of them quietly said, "are you finally done?"

"There's still food, isn't there?" Karen said matter of factly. "Just need to get a little more comfortable." With that she adjusted the waistband of her pants below her belly and hiked up her shirt a little. She didn't really need to do that, but it let her stomach spill out, and she took a moment to enjoy the look of absolute horror in her friends' eyes before she tucked in to finish the rest of the meal.

With the evening getting late she finally finished the last piece of pizza and licked her fingers. Her friends were all still there, completely dumbfounded. Karen was surprised she'd managed to eat it all, and quite proud that she could show her friends up like that. She was also too full to move.

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Karen's friends had given up on Thursday nights. It was clear that was the night for the fatsos, and they weren't going to waste their taut dancers' bodies where they weren't wanted.

Karen couldn't leave it though. She had to find a way to get her Adonis. Deep down she knew that if she just gained some weight, she could have him, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She'd worked very hard to have the body she had, and could use it to get any man she wanted; except the one she wanted.

Without her group of friends to sit with, Karen was forced to sit by herself on a stool at the end of the bar. All night she put with sneers from men who thought she was too thin, and women who thought she was too thin. When Tim wasn't busy serving customers, he kept her company.

"You're not going to get him," he offered as he cleaned some glasses.

"Who?" she tried to sound nonchalant.

"I know why you're here. I think half the bar knows it. He's not into you. A guy like Michael just doesn't like a girl like you."

"Michael? His name is Michael? He talks about me?" Her eyes lit up. Michael. Her Adonis was Michael.

"No, he doesn't talk about you," Tim noticed the excitement drain from her. "Look kid, you know why he's here. He likes the chubby chicks. You're not chubby, you're not what he's looking for."

"But, but that's not fair, he doesn't even know me. How can he be so shallow?" Karen had dated plenty of shallow men, and it hurt that her Adonis, Michael, could be just like them.

Tim put down the glass he had in his hand and thought for a minute. "Okay, you're right. I think that if he got to know you, he would like you. I'll make sure he gets to know you."

Karen leapt off her stool and kissed Tim full on the lips before running out to catch a cab home. She'd never been so excited.

***

Sometimes Karen wished her friends would leave her alone Thursday nights. For the most part they weren't too nasty about her weight, but they really liked to remind her how small minded they could be when she was getting ready to go meet Michael at the club.

She did admit that sometimes she missed having their taut dancers' bodies. She didn't get the attention of men like she used to, but she was only looking for the attention of one, so that was okay.

Even though she was developing new friends, she liked to sit with Tim for a few minutes before hitting the dance floor. He was such a great friend to her, it was the least she could do. Besides, it gave her a chance to have something to eat before the evening got going.

"I've got to hand it to you, I didn't think you had it in you," he smiled.

"What's that?" she mumbled through her nachos.

"Getting... you know," he pointed awkwardly at the generous curves straining the seams of her outfit. "I just figured when you found out Michael liked... bigger girls you'd give up."

"You know," she paused to finish a mouthful of corn chips, "it seemed so crazy at first, but I just had a feeling." She was trying to balance eating and talking, "Just had a feeling that after meeting Michael, he just might be worth it.... If I didn't try.... I'd never know." She slid the empty plate back to Tim and set off in search of Michael.

As usual he was dancing with some girls who were bigger than she was. This always filled Karen with jealousy, but she quenched it knowing that he would take time for her, and it wouldn't be long before she was the object of his affection and they were jealous of her.

After a few minutes on the dance floor Karen did manage to gain Michaels attention. She did her best to watch him without looking like she was watching him. She doubted she did a good job of it, but she knew from the look on his face that he was enjoying what he was seeing. After a few more minutes he came over to her.

This was the first time he'd ever come over to her.

"You're really growing on me, Karen," he smiled.

She blushed.

"Come on, let's talk for a little bit."

She sat down and they talked. She had no idea what the conversation was about. She only cared that it lasted 15 minutes before he ordered her a round of food before going off to dance with the fat girls.

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Karen's friends were laughing the whole way home. "Did you see that one girl with her fat belly hanging out?" "What about that guy who had tits bigger than mine?" "I can't believe those whales think they can dance on our risers!"

Karen wasn't really paying attention, she was still stinging after being rejected for one of those whales. Really! She could dance, she could dance really well. How could he snub her for someone twice, maybe three times her size?

All night long she tossed and turned. Even in her dreams she was restless. She continued reliving that moment, where her Adonis kept choosing the fat girl over her. In her dream she could see every detail on that cow. Her double chin, her dimpled smile, her large breasts straining against her shirt, her gigantic round ass barely contained by the tight skirt as her belly rippled with the rhythms of her dancing.

Karen's nightmare repeated over and over again for the next few nights. Every time the fat girl seemed to be fatter, and the Adonis seemed to be more excited.

Finally in one dream the fat girl was dancing with more sensuality than Karen had ever seen, sweat clinging to her abundant tanned flesh, her curves gyrating, her soft flesh moving on concert with her curves and the music. Suddenly Karen realised she wasn't looking at a fat girl, she was the fat girl!

She woke up, sitting bolt upright in bed and shaking. She looked down, felt her body. She still had her tight abs, her slender hips and powerful thighs. She noticed though, that while she should have been relieved, she was a little disappointed with her lithe little body.

She shook her head. No, she worked hard to keep her body taut and trim. It was an accomplishment. But those soft luscious breasts, the curvy hips and thighs, the belly that pressed so softly against the Adonis. She longed for them, she ached for them!

Her nightmare had become a dream, and it was going to become her reality.

***

Karen's friends were laughing the whole time. "Look out, wide load coming through!" "You still think you can dance with that big butt?" "New dress? There must be a circus without a tent!"

Karen turned and smiled, "You're just jealous that your boyfriends are as cute, sweet, funny or smart as Michael is."

One of them shot back, "He's not your boyfriend."

Karen winked, "Not yet. Watch out for those sewer grates. At least you have no trouble looking down." She hefted her breasts and let them jiggle a moment before heading out the door to her waiting cab.

Her skinny friends all crossed their arms over their under developed chests and sniffed indignantly at the closed door.

Karen went into the bar and chatted with Tim for a few minutes. He was such a sweet guy, he was nice to her thin or fat. He always had her drink and snacks ready for her, and was always free with his compliments.

She finished up and set out to find Michael. He was dancing with Andrea, of course. Karen wasn't sure, but she thought that Andrea had gained more weight. When Andrea spotted Karen coming, she smiled and stepped up onto the riser to dance with her friends. Karen frowned a little. She'd never seen Andrea struggle to get up, she must've gained weight.

Michael started to lead Karen to a table. She stopped him, "Can't we dance?" She glanced at the table and noticed the array of appetizers awaiting her.

Michael noticed her wavering attention. "That size 14 is getting a little tight on you, isn't it?"

"It's a size 16. And thank you." She pulled Michael right up to her. He was caught by surprise, she'd never done that before. She could feel her soft belly pressing against him in a perfect moment.

He quickly pulled back though, "eat first, then dance."

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Karen could hear the music booming even before she entered the club with her friends. Normally they wouldn't be out dancing on a Thursday, but mid terms were done, and they needed a chance to head out and have some fun. As they entered the dance music became almost deafening; just the way they liked it. They looked around and were surprised to see the club as busy on a Thursday as it was on the weekends. Karen and her friends headed towards the risers they liked to dominate and stopped cold.

Karen sat down, slightly dejected, and made short work of her chicken wings.

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It had seemed so long ago, that fearful day when Karen just couldn't her pants done up. It had been such an awful feeling that day. Even though she'd known she'd been gaining weight, it was a difficult truth to accept, so she'd just denied it, going on as she had been. That one button, that one undeniable truth, hanging open, taunting her, accusing her, forcing her to accept that she was no longer had a lithe dancer's body.

Today Karen was again struggling with a button, though it wasn't fear she felt, it was elation. The stray button was not that of a size 4 pair of capris, but rather that of a size 12 skirt. She had come a long way since meeting Michael. Before meeting him, this would be her greatest nightmare, but thanks to him, life was a dream come true.

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