by TR
I didn't want to go to Daddy's weekend party on the lake with the partners from his law firm, but he was very insistent, so I did. I figured if I went along I could probably hit him up for a classic Corvette I had my eye on when my 20th birthday came around.
I spent as little time as possible with Daddy and his lawyers (is there anything more boring than law?). I mainly holed up in my room and read.
But late Saturday night something interesting happened. I could hear a conversation from the room next door, where Sam Johnson, one of Daddy's new hires, was staying with his girlfriend, Sheila.
"No, that's it" she was saying "I'm going on a diet. I felt like a cow out there on the lake today, with all those other gals flaunting their bikini figures."
Sheila was a bit on the chubby side. I'd actually been wondering if that had bothered her. Anyway, then Sam spoke:
"Oh, come on honey. You were the sexiest thing out there. How could you possibly feel jealous of all those boring skinny bodies?"
"You may feel that way, but believe me, you were the only one. It was humiliating. Jane Philips was even trying to give me diet tips!"
"Maybe we should just leave early tomorrow, if this is upsetting you so much."
"What? I thought we 'had' to come up here? For your career? What's it going to look like if we leave tomorrow? No one else is leaving until Monday."
"Well, I shouldn't leave, but..."
The argument went on for some time. I thought it was fascinating...Sam Johnson was definitely the cutest guy on Daddy's payroll...and he liked chubby girls? Amazing. He even said something about wishing she would gain some more...
I got up early and went to the shopping mall. With some effort, I found just the right bikini...very sexy and revealing without being slutty.
I went back and made it down to the lake at around eleven.
"Can I have a turn water-skiing?" I asked Daddy.
"Sure honey...my God, could you have picked a more revealing swimsuit?"
"Yesterday you complained I was hiding myself all day. Make up your mind."
I water skied and sun-bathed for awhile. No one really talked to me--I think they were a little afraid to--but I could tell they were all checking me out.
I forgot to mention I have a killer bod--slim. curvy, long-legged...and my face is quite beautiful. I'm not bragging. That's just how it is.
At lunch I just had a salad. My father tried to get me to have a cheeseburger.
"No thanks," I said, not very loudly but loud enough for anyone to hear if they were listening "I put on a couple of pounds last week, I've got to watch it or I'll get fat." At this I glanced at Sheila, as if involuntarily. She was eating a cheeseburger, and was looking right at me. She looked quite horrified.
She left the table a little later. Sam followed her, but came back by himself a little while later.
"I hope I didn't upset her," I said to Sam quietly, when I got a chance a little later. "I really didn't mean to insinuate anything."
"Oh, no," he said "She isn't feeling well, she just wants to lie down for awhile."
"I mean," I continued "I envy her, really."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I heard her talking to Jane yesterday...she actually said she's not on a diet!"
"So?"
"Well, I mean, face it, Sheila is overweight...but she's okay with it! She's not dieting...that's so cool. I wish I could do that."
"Why?"
"I hate dieting. If I wasn't trying to get into modeling I'd..." I stopped and looked off at the lake.
"If you weren't trying to get into modeling you'd what?"
"Oh, nothing, I don't know. I'd love to just quit dieting and eat all I wanted."
"Even if you got fat?"
"Well, if I wasn't modeling, and my boyfriend wouldn't mind, yes, I'd probably go ahead and get fat."
"Oh, your boyfriend likes slim girls, does he?"
"Don't they all?"
"Oh, no, plenty of men like heavier women."
"You'll have to introduce me to them sometime."
"Well," Sam said hesitantly "There's me."
"Oh really? So you like Sheila's size just fine? She is lucky."
"I've been trying to tell her that. She wants to go on a diet."
"Really?"
Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sheila returning to the group. Pretending I hadn't seen her, I said to Sam, who really hadn't seen her, in a voice louder than necessary "So you think I should gain weight? Really?"
"No," he said quietly "That's your business."
But of course Sheila had only heard what I'd said. She stomped off again.
I found Sheila by herself and had a little talk with her.
"I hope you didn't get the impression I was trying to criticize your weight before. I guess it was on my mind," I explained "Some of the other women here were saying the cattiest things about you. It's ridiculous. Like it's their business that you're getting a little pot-belly."
She just gaped at me, stunned.
"I just mean," I added hastily, as if trying to recover from having dug myself in deeper (of course, I had dug myself there on purpose) "there's nothing wrong with having a tummy. I don't think I could stand it myself, but if you're okay with it, what right does anyone else have to criticize?"
A couple of hours later Sam cornered me.
"What did you say to Sheila?"
"I just tried to apologize for what I'd said earlier."
"You know she left?"
"What?"
"She called a taxi and left. She left me a note. She's pretty upset."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
I visited Daddy at work to go out to lunch.
While waiting for Daddy to get ready I stopped by Sam's office. I was wearing a very sexy green dress.
"Everything okay with Sheila?" I asked him.
"Actually, no," he said "We broke up."
"That's too bad."
"Yeah, well, stuff happens."
"I just broke up with my boyfriend, too." I said.
"Really? When did that happen."
"Just this minute."
"You mean you just saw him a minute ago?"
"No, I haven't talked to him or seen him since yesterday. But I just decided. We're history. I haven't told him yet."
"Why did you decide that?"
"Because I'd rather have a boyfriend who'd like me fat."
"You mean me?"
"Duh."
"Why? What about modeling?"
"Screw modeling."
"You've got a body most women would kill for. Why would you want to get fat?"
"Same reason you'd love to help me. It's the sexiest thing I can imagine. I've always wanted to get fat...I would have gotten fat by now, except I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get a boyfriend."
"Oh, now I get it. You antagonized Sheila into breaking up with me so you could have me?"
"Oh, you lawyers. You're so suspicious."
"But isn't that what happened?"
"Well, see, Daddy spoiled me pretty badly. I'm used to getting what I want, one way or another."
"You're not my type."
"I will be. You can fatten me up all you want. I'd love to get fat."
"Yeah, I figured--no, that part's fine. It's your personality I have a problem with. You're selfish and manipulative."
"I am," I admitted. "But you seem to be able to see through all that. Maybe you're a man who can actually handle me..."
"Oh, the Taming of the Shrew thing? It seems like a lot of work. And it's very likely I'd fail."
My father came up.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
Lunch was at my father's favorite restaurant, Chez When.
"My goodness," he said when I ordered dessert. "I thought you were on a diet."
I'd already put away a large steak, potatoes and vegetables, and lots of bread and butter.
"Not any more," I said "I've decided against becoming a model."
"Really? What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Do I have to do something?"
I dropped by the office, pretending I was supposed to meet my father there. In reality I knew he was out. After venting some fake indignation to the receptionist, I went to Sam's office.
"Patch things up with Sheila yet?" I asked him.
"None of your business," he said.
"Oh, that's not very friendly. And I even brought you a surprise."
"That's very kind of you but no thanks."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"No. If there's nothing else, could you excuse me? I've got a lot of work to do."
"Sure, but could you introduce me to another one of these guys who likes fat girls?"
"You aren't fat."
"Yeah, but look," I said, deciding to show him the surprise after all. I gave him a picture of myself in the bikini that had been taken at the party. "That was a month ago." I gave him another photo, of me in the same bikini. "That was yesterday. Can you see the difference?"
He couldn't help himself. He looked.
"Well, yes, of course," he said. "You've gained, what about ten pounds?"
"Ten pounds exactly. What do you think?" I said.
"I think you're being manipulative again."
"Look, if you're back together with Sheila, I'll drop out of the picture."
"Until you manage to break us up again?"
"So you are back together with her!"
"I could have been speaking hypothetically."
"I guess. Anyway, what about these other guys who like fat girls? You could show them the pictures, show them my potential."
"I don't really know any single ones." he said "I can't help you."
"Okay, well call me if you think of anyone. I'll be home eating ice cream. I'm in the phone book."
I called Sam on the phone.
"I've gained another 8 pounds!" I said "I can't believe how much I've been eating lately."
"Thanks for sharing," he said "And now if you'll excuse me..."
"I overheard you and Sheila talking that one night at the party. She was complaining about how fat she was, how she wanted to go on a diet. You wanted her fatter."
"What's that got to do with--"
"I did at least one of you a favor. She would have either gained weight and been unhappy or lost weight and you would have been unhappy."
"That's presumptuous. You don't know that. We could have worked it out...anyway, it's none of your business."
"How fat do you think I should get, anyway?"
"Massive. Fat enough so you'll won't be able to get out of the house and execute your little schemes."
"I saw Sheila today," I said "I know you two haven't been together since the party. She's lost a lot of weight, by the way. She said I'd been an inspiration to her. She thanked me."
"That may be," he said "but if you did her any good, it was by accident. That wasn't your intention."
"Who cares?" I said "What's better, good deeds with bad intentions, or bad deeds with good ones?"
There was a long pause.
"I don't know," he said finally "but if the only time you do good deeds is by accident, I can't imagine it happens that often."
"I suppose not. Who cares? You want a girlfriend or a boy scout?"
"I really have to get back to work."
"You should see me in that bikini now. It's getting pretty tight."
"I'm sure it is, but I still have to get back to work."
"Okay. I'll be at my apartment. If you come by, bring some snacks."
He showed up with a couple of bags of groceries. I put on my bikini for him, and pointed out my baby love handles, my little tummy bulge, how my breasts were about to pop out of the top...
"Oh my God..." he said, clearly overcome. But then he controlled himself. "Look. I'm incredibly attracted to you, but...you're really going to have to change your ways. You're going to have to grow up, and quit being so spoiled and manipulative."
"I'll try. But you'll have to help."
"I will."
He was fantastic in bed (I thought he would be...his argument with Sheila hadn't been the only thing I'd overheard). He began feeding me snacks as soon as we were done.
"Not wasting any time, are we?" I said.
"Nope."
I woke up at around eleven, feeling peckish. I decided to have some pie for breakfast...but we were out of ice cream. I hate having pie without ice cream, so I called Sam at work.
"Sam--" I said.
"Is it important?" he asked "I'm kind of busy."
"We're out of ice-cream."
"Oh. Well, I'll be right there."
He was pretty quick. He arrived with several pints of ice cream.
"As long as you're here, could you make me some waffles?" I asked him.
"Okay," he said. As if he had a choice. When he served them to me (with ice cream on top, of course) he did a double-take.
"Wow," he said "Is your belly starting to rest in your lap? Already?"
"Oh...I guess so," I said, lifting up my pajama top to expose my pot-belly, which indeed was resting (albeit lightly) on my chubby thighs. The forty pounds I'd gained were really starting to show. He got very excited, but I made him wait until I'd finished the waffles. Then we made love right there on the dining room floor.
"I've got to get back," he said when we were done.
"Okay," I said. "Carry me to the TV room first?"
He sighed, and with a grunt, lifted me up. Of course I was perfectly capable of walking myself, but I'd been getting really lazy lately. I loved it when he carried me. And I liked how it was getting harder for him.
"Gee, I thought you were going to help me get less spoiled," I said "I'm more spoiled than ever."
"Yes, I know," he said "I guess I like you that way."
Puffing a bit, he plunked me down on the couch. He'd already replenished the snack table by the couch that morning. I grabbed a doughnut and had a bite.
"I guess it helps that we have the same goals," I said with a grin, patting my belly, which was swollen with waffles and ice cream. I took another big bite of doughnut.
"I thought you said you were full," he said.
"I am. But I'm really getting into eating these days. I like to eat even when I'm full."
"Oh God," he groaned "You're going to get so fat..."
"I know."
He was pretty late getting back to work that day.