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Author’s note: A very long story but worth the read I think. The genre fits well here but it is also a bit of a life lesson. A welcome change from some of the darker stories I have submitted. Hope you enjoy.

 

 

 

Fat Like Me

 

The memo read:

 

To: Alexandra Burke

 

Re: Follow-up to undercover story.

 

Please make yourself available for a short meeting in the boardroom at noon today. We will be discussing some follow-up procedures; resulting from your recent undercover expose. Bring any relevant materials and references you feel would be useful at that time.

 

Signed

 

Andrew P.  Sutton

 

VP News Programming.

 

The memo came as a bit of a surprise to Alex; an up and coming reporter for the network. Her latest work, had been a bid, to catch the eye of the higher-ups; in hopes of a promotion, to an anchor position. She smiled to herself; assuming that her plan had worked to a “T”.

 

All morning, she could barely keep her mind on her work; in anticipation of what was to come. “Finally” she muttered to herself; as her hundredth check of the clock, revealed the hour to be nearly noon.

 

Despite her eagerness, she was the last one in the room. Looking around, she saw several men she did not recognize and one woman. In fact; Mr. Sutton, was the only one she knew.

 

He looked up and acknowledged her presence; indicating a seat opposite himself, at the end of the long conference table.

 

“Ah. Alex” he said. “You are here. Good, shall we get started? Maybe some introductions are in order. You know me obviously.”

 

 Gesturing to his right, he presented Bill O’Hara and Jim Frere, from legal.

 

“Hi”said Alex. “Legal. Got some contracts for me to sign? Wish you had given me more notice. I need to get my agent to look them over, first.”

 

“Not exactly” said Andrew. “Please. Let me finish and we can cut to the chase.”

 

To his left, he gestured to the male/female occupants and said “This is Mary Cade, from the National Alliance of Plus Sizers, and her attorney Max Hartmann.”

 

“Pleased to meet you” Alex responded and rose to introduce herself. She was stopped cold by Mary, who said icily. “We know exactly who you are, dear.”

 

Taken aback, Alex regained her seat and composure and said. “This isn’t a promotion, is it? What’s going on?”

 

Andrew started the ball rolling. “Alex, we are trying to do some damage control here. Sometimes in life, we have the best of intentions; but the end result can still be a disaster.”

 

“What…”interjected Alex.

 

“Let me finish” said Andrew. “Last fall, you proposed an expose on discrimination against … larger people. I approved it, thinking it would be done in good taste and would reflect positively, on our public image. It seems I was wrong, on both counts.”

 

Alex stammered, “B-but it was well reviewed, by all on the editorial board and we got great ratings for it, in the November sweeps!”

 

“Perhaps I may interject”, said Mary. “You were trying to convince the public, that larger people were being discriminated against. That is very true and exposing the dirty truth to the public; would have been a noble gesture. However, you handled it badly. Instead of hiring someone like me to do the research, you chose to pad yourself up in a fat suit and use so-called hidden cameras. We know that most of the scenes of you in the restaurant, job interviews and apartment applications were staged. The video quality was too good to be on a hidden camera.”

 

“Those incidents did happen”, Alex protested. “We re-enacted them to give better quality. I still have the hidden camera footage and we published a disclaimer at the end.”

 

“Right” said Mary. In microscopic type. No one would ever see that. You also chose to publish the footage of you doing research for your role. She gestured to her attorney; who opened a file in the laptop they had in front of them; while they watched on the monitor, at the head of the room. It showed Alex and one of her girlfriends, pointing at different people in the street and laughing. “Wondering how many tons that one weighs”, “Whoa she needs a wide load sign”, “Hope I’m never on a bridge when he crosses over”, were some of the choice comments, that erupted. Many of the portions were much worse.  There was also a clip of Alex getting into her makeup; then strutting around with her arms akimbo and her cheeks puffed out, like a child would do. She was laughing and commented. “How can people let themselves get like this? I feel like Moby Dick. If I was this fat, I would kill myself.”

 

Again, Alex protested. “That wasn’t in the program. It was on my personal website, just for a joke.”

 

This time Mr. Hartmann chimed in. “Publishing is publishing and as a member of the media, you should know that people would associate this with the network.” The network lawyers looked uncomfortable at that remark, but wisely said nothing.

 

Andrew said, “Okay folks, we know that there is a situation here. We are being sued by NAPS and several of the businesses profiled on the show.”

 

Looking at Mary he said “From your standpoint; what can we do to make this all go away?”

 

Mary looked at her attorney, who nodded and she began: “Well I can’t speak for the other businesses; but I can say that if you do this correctly and honestly, I will retract my lawsuit. The world needs to know how people like me, are treated.”

 

Alex rolled her eyes ever so slightly, but the move did not escape the gaze of Mary.

 

“Excuse me dear. You seem sceptical. How much do you weigh?”

 

“105 pounds, size 2!” Alex retorted, a little too smugly for her current situation.

 

Rising with difficulty. Mary stood back from the table and stated matter-of-factly. “I weigh 375 pounds. Last time I was your weight, I was in the third grade. I didn’t just put on some makeup for a day and go home to my Park Avenue apartment and eat Sushi, when it was all over. Like many of my friends, I have been ridiculed and prejudiced against my whole life. Some of the people I have tried to help, actually have killed themselves over their weight, but to you it’s a big joke.”

 

Andrew tried to calm the mood, interjecting.”Ladies, please. This is all water under the bridge, now. What’s our next step?”

 

Without batting an eye, Mary said. “I want you to do this for real. With a real fat person, and real interviews. That will be in addition to an apology.”

 

Andrew looked at his legal staff who nodded and he said. “Seems reasonable.”

 

Alex added, “We just have to confer and get a suitable candidate. It may take us a while, to find an unknown in the correct…size.”

 

Looking directly at Alex, Mary stated. “When I said “you”; I didn’t mean the network. I meant you, personally. Who better, to correct the situation?”

 

Now puzzled, Alex stammered. “M-me.  But it wouldn’t work. I’m not fat.”

 

Taking that as her cue, Mary stood to leave and handed some documents to Andrew.

 

As she waddled past Alex, she smirked and said. “That’s true. Some things have a way of working themselves out, though. See you later dear.”

 

The door closed quietly and Alex broke the silence. “Whew” she said. “I’m glad she’s gone. That woman could suck the fun out of Disneyland!”

 

Andrew cleared his throat and said.”Alex, we have some serious issues here. The lawsuits and bad publicity, involve millions of dollars in lost revenue and payouts. We need to do some damage control and someone is going to have to take the fall.”

 

Alex realized that the trio were staring hard at her; as he said that.

 

Swallowing hard, and fighting back tears, Alex said. “Am I being fired?”

 

“Maybe, maybe not” Andrew replied cryptically.” I had a chance to preview these the other day, and if you are willing to cooperate, maybe we can all come out smelling like a rose.”

 

“What can I do?” she asked with some dread.

 

Andrew elaborated “This story still has some merit, if we do it right this time. Mary wants a fat reporter. Obviously, she has some personal baggage and she wants it to be you.  If you want this assignment, you will need to gain some weight, for real. A considerable amount, I should think. Are you in or out?”

 

“Do I have a choice?” she pleaded.

 

“Well, it’s this or the unemployment line. Once word gets out, no one will hire you in this business, again.”

 

Sighing, Alex said, “I’ll sleep on it.”

 

“Good” said Andrew. “We’ll meet tomorrow and discuss this, once I bounce it off legal.”

 

Alex wondered how much “legal” would say. The two lawyers so far, had not uttered a sound.

She feigned a headache and went home early. Sleeping on it; was a poor choice of words. When she arrived at work the next morning; the evidence of her tossing and turning was clear to see, on her face.

This time the meeting was with Andrew only; who offered her a document, that turned out to be a contract.

After the usual boilerplate, she got to the meat of the document. It read in part:

You will be conducting a year-long undercover investigation, into discrimination against larger than average adults.

During this time, you will live their lifestyle, maintaining a true body weight of at least 200 pounds. You will be given 90 days to attain this weight; for which logistical support will be offered.

Under no circumstances, are make-up or prostheses to be used; to emphasize or disguise your appearance. The only exception, will be to protect your cover identity.

You will operate under an assumed identity. If your true identity and/or purpose, is discovered, you are to end the project immediately.

During the time frame of the project, you will be provided with a variety of documents to enable job interviews. Under no circumstances, are you to accept any employment offer or perform duties, for which you have false credentials.

You will find gainful employment, on which salary you will live for the said year. Under no circumstances, are you to jeopardize the project through your financial dealings.”

Then rest was the usual legalese until she got to the bottom.

“Upon completion and airing of the project; you will be reinstated in your old position, or its equivalent, with a signing bonus of $250,000.”

Beneath it, was a spot for her to sign. It had already been signed and witnessed by Andrew and the legal department.

She re-read the documents several times, asking. “What about this signing bonus? I already have a contract.”

Andrew clarified “Not any more you don’t. You are being fired. Security is cleaning out your desk, as we speak. If you want to come back, you need to do this. The word is out Alex. You are finished in journalism, if you back out.”

Fighting back tears, she said. “How will I live?”

“We will relocate you to another city. Chicago, actually. You need to get a job there. To help get you started on the right foot; we will check you into a clinic. You can live there until you are up to speed, so to speak.”

Puzzled she asked “Clinic, what kind of clinic?”

Andrew added “It’s an eating disorder institute. Very discreet, very expensive. They can help you get… started.”

Alex snorted. “To be fat, you mean. You’re sending me to a fat farm?” The very thought disgusted her.

More sternly he asserted “Let’s put it this way. You can go there and let them help you; if you want the job. Or, you can do it on your own, and fail. Or, you can forget the whole thing and spend the rest of your life, wondering what might have been.”


He held the pen out and said “It’s in your hands now.”

 

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Chapter 2

Alex glowered at him, but took the pen and signed. “When do I leave?” she asked.

Ruminating a moment Andrew replied “Today’s Wednesday.  We’ll give you till Saturday, to clean up your personal affairs. Get your ticket at reception, on the way out.”

She took the time to make legal arrangements, to have her house bills paid, from her savings account; while she was gone. Her attorney could look after the details. Also, she went to a spy shop, looking for some discreet recording devices. She settled on a pair of glasses; that had a miniature microphone and pinhole video camera, built into the oversize frames. There was Bluetooth technology to connect to a small I-Pod type hard disc recorder; she could keep in pocket or purse. Now, she could record up to 2 hours of video or 8 hrs of audio; before she needed to edit the files onto her laptop. She could have a hard record of any interview, without anyone being the wiser. She knew such footage could not be shown without permission; but would deal with that, when the time came. Along with that, she had her digital camera, for more conventional situations. The laptop would be her only link, to the studio. Only Andrew and legal, knew of the project and they wanted to keep it that way.

Last order of business.  A visit to her parents; to advise them she would be out of touch, for a while. She explained that she could email them; but there would be no personal visits or phone calls, while she was away. Her mother feared the worst; thinking she was going to a Mid-East assignment. Alex assured her the project was in the USA; but of a sensitive nature. Not convinced she was out of danger, but unable to change their daughter’s mind; they wished her well and they parted ways. All in all, it was a tearful farewell.

Saturday arrived quickly and after an uneventful flight, she settled into her new digs, “The Fleming Institute”. It was actually quite lovely, and could have passed as a 4 star hotel. Probably cost a lot more, she thought.

Once settled, she met the team that would help her physical transformation. Dr Lewis and his staff were very nice. No one questioned her motives, and other than signing a release form; they focussed mainly on the rich heritage and tradition of service they offered.

In passing, Lewis mentioned, “We offer optional in-room dining. In your case, I recommend it; at least, until we fatten you up, some. Don’t need to attract undo attention. People your build, usually are the finished product; whether they are gaining or losing. By the way, if I may add a personal observation; you already have a lovely figure. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Alex had foreseen that, and used her real name of Alexandra Berkowitz; but told everyone to call her Sandy. It would be easy to get used to, since that’s what she was called at home. She had also removed her contacts in favour of the glasses, so both she and her potential subjects would get used to them. Cutting her bleached hair shorter and dyeing it back to its mousy brown natural colour, helped as well.

Next order of business was a full physical.

The doctor took a blood sample and measured her body fat. Then, they took her vital statistics.

105 pounds, as she said. 35-20-35 figure. Nice six-pack abs, high prominent cheekbones and a toned, if not muscular physique. If she wasn’t so short, she could have been a model. While she was stripped to her bra and panties; she took pictures of herself, for the record. Little did she know; how much she would treasure those pictures, later on.

“Well Sandy, it looks like you are healthy. No blood pressure issues.” Lewis commented. “Ready to start?”

She replied, somewhat unconvincingly “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Good, turn around please and lean onto the desk. I need to give you some shots.”

Doing as she was told, she continued the conversation. “What kind of shots?”

“First one is an appetite stimulant.  You get that every day, for a while at least. It will shut off your body’s signal for fullness and allow you to eat more.”

“Second one, is a metabolic modifier. You will get a series of shots this week; that will slow your basic metabolism. It will cause you to burn calories, much more slowly. There will be side effects, at first. It may affect your energy levels. You will get used to it. We can give you pills, eventually.”

“Third one is a booster, for your digestive system. It will increase your stomach acid and allow you to eat more often. It will also allow you to absorb food faster. You will need to keep yourself full though; or you will get an upset stomach. Keep some snacks in your room, for night time. You will see. It gets routine after a few days.”

Alex/Sandy was overwhelmed. “Where does all this come from? Is it really necessary? I feel like a farm animal, being readied for market.”

Lewis explained “Actually the therapies were developed from agricultural hormones; used to put weight on cattle quickly. They are normally used for severely underweight patients. Mostly anorexic, they need help to get back to health. There are always a few here in the institute.”

He swabbed the injection site and added “There, all done. You can get dressed again. I need to warn you. These medications may have some side effects.”

“Side effects” she blurted out as she rubbed the puncture wounds on her butt. “What kind of side effects?”

He added “These hormones will make you gain weight; but they may cause fatigue and disorientation. Also, they tend to absorb into your fat cells. For very thin people, it’s not an issue. I can’t predict with 100% certainty; what they will do once you reach 150 pounds or so. We’ve never done that before. Never was a need, till today.”

She blanched and said “Now you tell me. What if I have a reaction?”

He smiled and reassured her “Relax, you are in competent medical hands. You can return to your room now. The orderly will escort you.”

She was about to decline the offer; when some of the drugs began to take effect. The orderly helped her into a waiting wheelchair and before long; she was back in her room.

Inside, her first meal was waiting. It was a huge tray of lasagna and fried chicken. She snorted at the amount and said “There’s enough for three people, there. Are you people insane? I can’t eat all that!”

The orderly calmed her and said, “Just eat what you can. No one is forced to eat, here. I will collect your tray, in an hour. Oh, there’s also a meal plan. Just tick off the items you like best; and that’s what we will bring. We aim to please.”

Surprised at his courtesy and understanding; Sandy thanked him and after he left; began to eat her lunch. She only ate about ¼ of it, before she began to feel sleepy. Crawling off to the bed; she was out like a light, in no time flat.

Suddenly aware of a loud noise; she was awakened, by a knock at the door. Still drowsy, she opened the door and admitted the orderly; who was returning for her tray.

“Sorry, didn’t eat much” she apologized. “I couldn’t keep my eyes open.”

He replied politely, “It’s okay. It will take a while, to get used to the medications and routine.”

“Thanks. Actually, I am getting a big peckish, now. Maybe, I can eat a little bit more.”

He said, “It’s gone cold, but I’ve worked here a while. Figured as much; so I brought you a snack.”

From the rolling cart, he produced a small tray of éclairs. “Try these”, he said “and please fill out your card.”

“Okay” she replied and after the door closed, she sat down and began to fill out the questionnaire; while absentmindedly munching on her snack. Judging from the meals offered; they must have had some excellent chefs here. Once completed, she realized that she had eaten all the éclairs, but one. “Hmm, could have sworn there was a dozen, but that can’t be right.”

The orderly returned and picked up her questionnaire. Looking down at the plate he said, “Why don’t you polish this one off, so I can take the plate. It will save me a trip.”

Sandy patted her stomach and said, “Better not.” She was about to say, I’m on a diet, but that would have been ridiculous. She grabbed it and said “Will you excuse me, I think I need to freshen up a bit.”

When she returned the orderly was gone, but there was a shake and a huge piece of cheesecake on the table. Beside them was a note: I made this shake myself. See what you think. Regards Mike.

Obviously “Mike” was the orderly. She tasted his creation and was rewarded with the most delicious raspberry smoothie, she had ever tasted. It re-whetted her appetite and within minutes, both the shake and cheesecake were gone.

Curiousity began to get the better of her; and she wanted to explore the facility and meet some people.

She was only a few steps out the door and began to feel dizzy again, and, worried about falling; returned to her room.

Mike found her asleep in her bed when he brought her dinner. Waking her gently he said, “Sorry Sandy its time for supper.”

She looked over and saw he had already laid out her meal. This time, it was amore realistic portion of crab cakes and potatoes au gratin.

“How did you like the shake?” he asked. “

“It’s gone isn’t it” she snapped. “Isn’t that what matters?”

He stepped back and blanched a bit. “Sorry miss. I didn’t mean to impose.”

Looking at his hurt expression, she realized he took his job both seriously and personally. “I apologize” she said, “I was lashing out at you. This whole situation is my fault, really.”

“How’s that?” he retorted. “It’s not your fault,if you need to put on some weight for the part. Who are you playing, Bridget Jones? I heard there was another one in production. Funny, I never saw you before. What else were you in?”

Sandy understood immediately, that the network had used a movie role, for a cover story and she went along. “Oh, probably nothing you have ever seen. New York, off-off Broadway”; which although deceptive, was technically true.

“Anyway, I guess I better get started.” As the door closed, she was already eating. This time, she finished the entire plate in no time flat, wishing that maybe there was a little more. As she swallowed the last bite and pushed the plate away, there was again a knock at the door.

Damn him” she thought, “does he have a camera in here? Come in Mike, if that’s you.”

Then door opened to reveal his smiling face. “Who else? All done?”

She surprised the both of them by saying “Actually I could manage a bit more, if there is any left.”

“Sure” he said. “Be right back. “

In less than two minutes, he was back with more and another shake, this time strawberry. Suddenly convulsed with a feeling of overwhelming hunger; she ate like a woman possessed. Before she knew it Sandy had consumed three helpings, two shakes and two pieces of apple pie a la mode. She was still hungry, but beginning to tire from her efforts, so decided to lay down.

When he returned for the dishes Mike found his charge propped again on the bed rubbing her distended belly, belching softly.

“Whew” she said. “If I keep eating like this, I’ll reach my goal by the end of the week. I wouldn’t have eaten that much food in a week back home.”

“Really” he said. “You do that, I’ll miss you. How much do you need to gain, anyway?”

“A lot” she said. “Like 100 pounds. And I only have 90 days. 89, actually not counting today.”

“That’s pretty tough,” he said. “You will need every one of those days. I’m not sure you can do it, but I’ll do all I can. These may, help.” He produced two orange pills, and a large glass of chocolate milk to wash them down.

The pills were huge and she had trouble getting them down. “What are they” she asked.

“Mega dose estrogen pills. Like a birth control pill, only stronger. A lot stronger.  Just to help”, he said. “Trust me.”

Then he gave her some more pills. “These are anti-depressants. They will help with the anxiety; and let you sleep. Another glass of chocolate milk washed them down, too. She took the pills and within minutes, was passed out again. Before she did, she remembered that anti-depressants often have one other side effect. They cause you to gain weight.

She awoke around 8:00pm, with a burning sensation in her belly, and realized she was absolutely ravenous. Turning on the light, she noticed a small tray of brownies on the table. Beside them was a note, “More in the fridge and a pitcher of shakes. Sleep well, Mike.”

Bless him she thought, he knows his “guests”. By morning, she had awoken twice more and all the brownies and shake mixture were gone.

After her breakfast of Eggs Benedict and a dozen sausages; the doctor showed up and gave her another shot and some more of the orange pills.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Bored” she said. “Any chance I can look around? I can’t just stay in my room and eat for three months. I’ll go bonkers!”

“Sure, we actually encourage our guests to interact. Just two rules. We don’t talk about food in a negative manner and we strongly discourage nightwear, outside the rooms. It makes our residents seem more like patients, than guests. I would suggest you let Mike accompany you and wheel you around for the first few days, though. Those drugs are quite powerful and they can be disorienting.”

She laughed at that “I’m sure he has better things than to than baby-sit me all day.”

“Actually, that’s all he has to do. Our staff-to-resident ratio is one-to-one. You are his only duty. If you aren’t happy, we can get someone else. A woman?”

“No, he’s great. Have him stop by soon.”

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Chapter 3

She got a chance to meet the some of the other “guests” who were about evenly divided. One half was underweights, mostly teenage anorexics, all female. The other half was people mostly over 40, about an even mix of men and women. They were all morbidly obese. Mike said there was a man there who weighed 1200 pounds, but he was bedridden.

Each group was segregated at opposite ends, to prevent negative interactions. Sandy really belonged to neither group, so felt safe to mix with both.

She knew that most would be only here for a few weeks, so no one would catch on to her unique situation. She wanted an opportunity to interview some of these people; but only once she was on her own. For now, she would have to be content with Mike’s company.

The week went quickly, and it came time for her first weigh in. Stripping to her underwear, she took another few photos. Then, she allowed the doctor to take her skin fold measurements and her vitals; which were nearly identical at 35-21-35. She could feel a slight layer of fat forming on her belly, and grimaced as she stood on the scale; to reveal how much extra tonnage she had put on, from this week’s gluttony.

She braced herself as the dial stopped at …107. “What” she screamed. “All this to gain two pounds? At this rate it will take me a year to get to 200.” She began to weep softly.

“Relax” said the doctor. “You are trying to change your body thermostat and it is fighting you. You will make faster progress soon, trust me.”

Somewhat unconvinced, she began to rise and collect her clothes and he said, “Wait, you need your shots. Mike will be right in.”

“Now wait a minute” she protested. “He is a nice guy, but I’m not letting him see me like this.”

“It’s okay”, he said.” Mike is a registered nurse. I usually do the first sets to put you at ease; but I have responsibility for everyone here. If you’re shy I can assign someone else.”

After a short pause she said, “No it’s okay. Send him in.”

Mike entered to witness a sullen Sandy moping and staring at herself in the mirror.

He gave her the shots and she made no attempt to redress herself.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“No, not really,” she said. “Look at me. Do I look fatter?”

“You look beautiful”, he said, and “I’m not just saying that.”

“That’s not what I mean. I’m actually trying to get fatter, and at the rate I’m going, I’ll only gain about 30 pounds in the time allotted.”

“Won’t that be enough?”

“Enough to make me a fat, unemployed loser,” she said. “Contract says 100 pounds, nothing less!”

“Maybe I can help” Mike said.” Just between us though, or I’ll get fired. I’m already giving you more than you should need. Those pills you were taking are powerful. They just take a bit to kick in.”

“That reminds me” she said. “I was on the pill when I was a teenager. They looked nothing like those horse pills I’ve been taking.”

Mike chuckled. “Actually, they are for cows. Once beef cattle have calved a few times, they put these in their feed, to keep them from getting pregnant again. Helps fatten them up fast for when…”

Sandy blanched. “For when they slaughter them.  What happens when people take them?”

“We are going to find out” he said. “There is so much estrogen in them; that just eating the meat of a cow with this in it; can cause early puberty in girls. You may find your breasts will grow a bit more and they will be tender, for a while.”

“What else can you do?” said Sandy, on the verge of tears, yet again.

“Well for one, I can double up your injection dosages. You have a high resistance to the metabolism modifier especially. Just let me know if you feel funny; this is not kid stuff.”

“The rest you leave to me; but you have to do everything I say, or you will fail. Got it?”

“Got it!”

“Okay, get dressed go back to your room and wait. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes for lunch.”

“Lunch, its only 10:30…,”

“Tut-tut what did I just say?”

She dutifully dressed and returned to her room.

Mike picked up his cell phone and dialled an outside number. “I think it worked; she trusts me now. She will be literally eating from my hand, in an hour.”

He picked up Sandy and wheeled her down to the dining room for the first time.

The serving area was simply a huge buffet.

Sandy looked around and said, “Wow, its just like on a cruise ship!”

Chuckling, Mike added “Funny, you should say that. Our head chef worked for Princess Lines, for2 years. This one is for the gainers. We have a separate facility, for the dieters, with low calorie fare. Because it’s more than an hour to lunch, we have the whole place to ourselves. No one will disturb us. I can’t have any of the anorexics seeing a normal sized woman, doing what we are about to do.”

Alarmed, Sandy said, “What do you mean? Is it risky?”

“Not at all, what did I say about trusting me? Let’s get started.” He wheeled her to the table and loaded a plate with food.

“Eat up” he said. “Fast as you can. We are looking for quantity, not quality. Let me pick the items.” He only selected the most fattening foods and filled another plate while she ate. By the time she had cleaned one plate it was replaced by another, until she had consumed 5 full servings.

She was looking dizzy so Mike said “We better knock it off. You look full, now. Save some for later.”

“Later” she mumbled, but started to doze off. Mike wheeled her back to the room and she woke up in her bed, again.

She had only had time to use the washroom; when her mentor knocked again. “How you doing?” he asked.

Feeling a bit queasy, she said, “Fine, but I’m starved again.”

Nodding he explained “I know, it’s the drugs. I brought you a snack.”

The “snack” turned out to be a 12 slice pizza, washed down with an extra large pitcher of banana smoothies. “Whatever you do, make sure you get those drinks into you. They are easy to digest and add a lot of calories.”

As she sampled the drink Sandy added “Really? Define a lot.”

“Oh, about 1000 calories/cup. Just do what I say and you’ll be fine. Eat that, have a nap and I’ll come get you around 3:00.”

“Buffet?”

“Buffet.”

The afternoon was a repeat of the late morning, except she managed to consume 6 plates and 2 desserts this time. The last, she only ate, when Mike fed it to her.

Back in her room, he gave her the antidepressants again and she passed out until 6.

This time, her “snack” was a rack of lamb and an entire coconut crème pie; with a pitcher of chocolate shakes, to wash it down.

During the evening, she managed to put back a Black Forest Cake and a quart of chocolate milk.

The rest of the week, she settled into the new routine. Mike fed her more and more in the buffet and continued to encourage her, to keep her belly full. When she was not eating, she slept most of the day.

Sandy eagerly anticipated her next weigh in. The doctor pinched her skin and measured its thickness, especially on the belly and thighs. He made a few notes and measured her up, again. This time, she showed a modest increase. 35-21-36 were the numbers on the tape. She stepped on the scale and again was crestfallen to see she only weighed 111, a four pound increase since last week.

Sullenly she waited for Mike to give her, her shots. He sensed her mood and asked “Well?”

“111-four pounds.”

“Good girl” Mike praised. “I knew you had it in you!”

“Yeah right” she moaned. “I ate like a hog last week and I feel fat.” She reached down and stroked her belly which now pooched out ever so slightly, obliterating her former six-pack. “I’m just not gaining quickly enough. I’m not going to make it, am I?”

Sensing her panic he said. “Don’t worry. Your system is starting to adjust to the extra calories and medications. You will start to gain faster. I’ve seen it before. Just don’t give up. I’m here for you.”

He gave her the injections and said “Hurry up. I have an idea.” They went down to the buffet and she gorged herself before lunch as usual. This time, Mike made sure she got lots of dairy and meat products, high in fat.

Going back to her room, she made plans to sleep off the huge meal. Not so fast said Mike. We need to fill you right up. He produced a bottle of cooking oil, some sugar and heavy cream. Mixing them together he made a quart of sweet liquid. A dash of vanilla and he handed it to her.

“Bottoms up” he said. “It will stretch out your stomach and bombard your system with calories. This will pile on the pounds, for sure.”

With difficulty, she finished the drink and passed out for a well earned nap.

For that week, she continued the routine and was able to eat more, each passing day. By the end of the week, there was barely a moment when she wasn’t gorging herself or sleeping it off. That week, she gained 5 pounds getting to 116 pounds, 36-22-37.

The weigh in on week four, was her personal point of no return. If she had not seen any hope by then; she was going to leave. The result was a 7 pound gain, to 123 pounds 37-23-38. Although she was by no means obese; she noticed that it was getting easier and actually enjoyed her new voluptuous figure. For the first time, she was at least on target. To reach her goal, she needed to gain about a pound a day. She decided she might make it, after all.

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Week five, she really pushed hard and was delighted to see the result. A 10 pound gain, to 133. By now, the gain was becoming visually evident, as well. Her cheekbones had disappeared, her face was puffing up and she could feel the layer of fat on her upper arms and thighs beginning to thicken. Her newly formed pot belly was poking out 3 inches now, and jiggled provocatively, as she walked. More importantly, she could not fit her 38-25-39 figure into her old clothes, any more. She stood surveying the result and scowled at the muffin top spilling from her panties and her boobs doing their best to spill out from, or burst the confining bra. Despite her irritation, she felt it would be opportune to take a few pictures; as the too small clothing, really emphasized the fruits of her efforts.

Mike arrived just in time to see this and said “Looks like we need to fix you up, with some new clothes.”

Sandy nodded in agreement, adding “How’s that work, exactly?”

Mike elaborated “Oh, we have an excellent boutique. Anything you get, just goes on the bill. We also have some gently used clothing; from people who lost weight. Those are free.” He looked at her measurement chart and left abruptly.

He was back in ten minutes with half a dozen bras and a dozen panties of various cuts and colours.  He also had a few track suits and loose fitting dresses. “This should get you started”, he said. “Feel free to drop in yourself, too.”

She picked out a nice pink track suit and a matching push-up bra and panty set. While dressing, she noticed that the bra was a 38D and still fit a bit snug. “Well this is one way to get boobs”, she thought smugly. She liked the way the bra emphasized her cleavage and thought “Maybe when I finish this I should keep some of the weight. Men seem to like a fuller figure these days.” Caressing her soft belly she thought further. “This has to go, though. No one wants a woman who looks like a little preggo.”

Her full figure continued to get fuller. The drugs were still affecting her energy levels, though. On the morning of the week 8 weigh-in she overslept and Mike knocked at her door to wake her.  

Wrapping a sheet around her body she said “Come in.” Mike surveyed the room and found the evidence of her late night gluttony. Looks like it had been cake and ice cream. The empty carcasses of several cans of whipped cream were strewn over the floor, as well. Sandy looked at them and chuckled. Last thing she remembered was being propped up in bed and sucking the white topping right out of the cans.

“Looks like we had a midnight raid on the kitchen, did we?”

She nodded and said,” I get so hungry at night, sometimes. Say goodbye to a whole chocolate cake and a tub of ice cream, plus 6 cans of whipped cream. I could have eaten more, but I was too tired to go back down. I hope you brought a snack.”

 He had and she greedily tucked into the 6 pack of cherry Danish; he placed on the bed. They were gone in a few minutes and she sighed with pleasure; saying “This should hold me until breakfast.”

“I don’t know where you put it”, Mike chuckled, with a hint of irony. Covering her naked breasts with one arm, she dropped the sheet slightly to reveal the ever growing bulge of her belly. She said “Look at this, does that answer your question? All my clothes are too small again.”

Mike said “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” In ten minutes, he returned with another assortment of bras and panties, in progressively larger sizes. He offered to do the measurements right there and then, once she had outfitted herself. He left her to get ready and she sorted through them. The 44EE fit pretty well so she stuck with that. Adding the bottoms, she surveyed the larger sizes and laughed. Mike came in and said “What’s so funny?

 She laughed saying “Take these back. They are ridiculously too big. No way am I ever going to get that big. I would look like a circus attraction!”

“Underwear is not returnable”, he said. “Might as well hang on to it. You’re not finished yet you know. On that note why don’t we chart your progress.”

Mike did the deed and gave her the latest injections and pills. He left her to get dressed, while she finished her chocolate milk. She looked at the chart which for week 8 read 175lbs. Again, she took a moment to snap a few pictures and surveyed her latest profile. Every bit of her weight gain was evident in her puffy face, flabby arms and the thickening layers of cellulite on her thighs. Her vitals 44EE-33-65 would have been unimaginable a few short weeks ago. Shaking her growing breasts and lifting them, she thought they must weigh 5 pounds each on their own. Down south her bum had softened and each globe was now the size of a basketball. In between, she still had a narrow waist; but her belly now had a six inch thick layer of fat, and it was already starting to sag and crease into a double pot.

The weeks went quickly after that. She continued to grow and actually surpassed her goal by week 10.

By then, she was unrecognizable at 202 pounds.

Her measurement chart so far looked like this:

Week

Weight

Bust

Waist

Hips

Start

105

34A

20

35

1

107

34A

20

35

2

111

35B

21

36

3

116

36B

22

37

4

123

37C

23

38

5

133

38D

25

39

6

147

40DD

28

41

7

162

42E

31

43

8

175

44EE

33

45

9

189

46F

36

47

10

202

47FF

38

49

11

       

12

       

13

       

 

Her hair was returning to its naturally curly state and combined with her puffed up features and thick glasses, her own mother may not have recognized her from a picture.

From the neck down the change was more dramatic. Her 38 inch waist was partly from fat and partly from a grossly enlarged stomach. She actually could have convinced anyone she was pregnant, at this point. The effect was enhanced by her massive breast growth. Unused to their weight, she had acquired an uncertain gait and she had trouble getting everything holstered up in the morning. Like most women, she focussed her attention on the size of her ass, now puffed up so much she was 5 inches taller when she sat down.

Surveying the damage, she muttered to herself. “My God what have I done? I hope I can get this off again, when it’s over.”

Mike came in for her blood samples and said. “I’m taking you off the meds now. You can get re-adjusted to it, while you are still here.”

Sandy continued to examine her bloated physique and caught Mike staring. She perked up a bit and said, “I was pretty once. Now, I feel like the fatted calf. Do you think I’ll ever be able to attract a man again?”

He said “You were, and still are, a lovely young woman. I think any man would be crazy; if he found you unattractive.”

“Oh” she argued, “you are just saying that. Besides, you are surrounded by fat women all day. You’re biased and you’re used to it.”

Correcting her he added “No I’m not, actually. I usually work with the anorexics, not the fuller-figured guests. When you came in you were the largest figure I’d seen in a while. It was a nice change to see a real woman with real curves.”

Sandy was caught up in the moment and said, “Really?” She stroked her bulging belly, then approached him provocatively and began to cup her breasts and said, “Maybe we can go back to my room and you can see a little more, if you like.”

Mike now panicked a bit and said, “Look I’m flattered and so sorely tempted; but we both know this is wrong. You are in a vulnerable state right now and I would lose my license and my job if we were to “fraternize”.”

Sandy snapped out of her mood and said. “You are right of course. Not much chance of getting pregnant though. All those hormones. At least I am done the most difficult part now.”

Mike left quickly, before the situation got out of hand. Sandy then turned her thoughts to other matters. Time to focus on my project. First, get some interviews of the people here. Next, find a place to live and a job. Then, she could start the undercover investigation.

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The first task was easy. She just complained of loneliness and asked Mike to let her spend more time with the guests, on her own. “I need some female company” she said. “You know, girl talk.”

“Actually, that’s a good idea” he agreed. “Just one thing. You will have to associate with the dieters, now. In your current condition, you will be one of the gang.”

“Not a bad plan. Guess now that I’ve reached my goal; I can start eating like them, too. Might as well start now; don’t want too much of a good thing do we?” She rubbed her massive belly as she said that; but the rumbling inside, suggested it may be easier said, than done.

The next day, she brought her special glasses and recording device to breakfast, with her new-found friends. “Breakfast” consisted of a grapefruit half and some dry whole wheat toast- 2 slices.

Scoffing at the “meal” she laughed “They expect us to live on this?”

One of the larger ladies, Yvonne, said. “First time on a diet, honey? This is luxury. Most places wouldn’t even offer the toast.”

“Yes, actually” she said, truthfully. “This is all a bit new to me.”

“So, what prompted the change?” Yvonne asked.

“Uh, work”, she said. Again, truthful; if deceptive.

“Don’t worry kiddo. Most of us have been through it. I’ve been fired three times for being too fat.” Some of the others chimed in as well.

Her first “interview” had turned out better than expected; but she decided that was enough information for one session. Besides, they were asking her uncomfortable questions.

Her stomach started rumbling on the way back and she had an idea. Checking her watch, she figured no one would be in the gainers dining area, so she snuck in. Seeing her assumption was correct, she decided to supplement her meagre breakfast, with just a little more.

Just a little more, turned into 4 plates of eggs and sausage and a dozen Danish.

Fully sated and a bit ashamed of herself, she slunk back to her room, for a nap.

When she awoke, there was no snack or any shake for her. Checking her watch, she saw it was lunchtime and went down to the dieter’s area again. This time lunch was a poached egg and green salad, no dressing.

Once again she complained that this was not enough. “How can anyone live on this?” she complained. Without thinking, she muttered, “I’ll shrivel up and blow away if I’m not careful.”

Yvonne laughed and said. “It’s not that easy, you know. But isn’t that the whole point?”

Sandy laughed uncomfortably at her gaffe and spent another hour gleaning more information on her companion’s lives. However, once again she succumbed to temptation and gorged herself in the other dining room. The episode was repeated at supper, when she ate like there was no tomorrow.

She spent the week doing this and was not surprised when her tally on week 11 was 216 pounds, 50-41-50. Mike was a bit taken aback but explained it as a rebound effect from all the medications she had ingested. “You will level off soon”, he said.

“Look” Sandy confessed. I have been cheating a bit; but it’s hard to go cold turkey, like this. Think you can keep the in-room meals, for a while? I can’t function, if I’m hungry all the time.”

“Whatever you like” he said, and from then on, the calories and fat just piled on more and more.

Meanwhile, Sandy was making phone calls and applying for jobs. Having received no response to any of her inquiries; she began to set her sights a little lower. She only had 1 more week in the clinic; before she was on her own. On the second last day of her stay; she got a call back for a waitress position, at a restaurant nearby. The male voice asked her if she had any experience. “Sure” she said. This was true. She had worked in a diner, to help pay her way through college, some years back. He asked her to come at 10am, for an interview.

Rising early, she inspected herself in the mirror. Although she was getting used to being fat; she could not get over how quickly it had happened. On this, her 13th week in “captivity”; she now tipped the scales at 238 pounds. This was more than double her starting weight! In the last 2 weeks alone, she had added 22 pounds to her figure; now a mind boggling 53HH-45-55. Struggling into her bra, she realized that her boobs would soon require a custom fit, if she didn’t stop gaining; a process that had eluded her so far.

Time to worry about that later, she thought and finished dressing. She had selected a nice wool skirt and pink two-piece sweater set; that hugged her newfound curves like they were painted on. After applying her makeup, she tried on her shoes and was dismayed to see that her dress stilettos didn’t fit.

She paged Mike for help. He brought up 2 more pair. He said, “It’s normal. The extra weight has caused your feet to spread a bit. These are a size larger.” He handed her a pair of low rise pumps.

The shoes were comfortable, but the additional weight on her hips and chest; amplified the discomfort that  heels apply to the back and upper legs. She was having trouble balancing, let alone walking. She stumbled and would have fallen flat on her face, if Mike hadn’t caught her.

A bit embarrassed he stood back and said, “Try these.” She tried on the flats and said “That’s better, now at least I can walk.” She waddled out the door to the main entrance, where a cab was waiting.

She got to the destination and paid the cabbie, who offered to wait but she said, “It’s okay, I may be a while” she said.

Stepping in she took in the surroundings. Typical 50’s era diner. Plain décor/limited menu/cheap food. If you looked up diner in the dictionary; this would be the accompanying picture.

While she hovered in the doorway a moment, a young woman came over to greet her. Sandy gave her the once over. African-American, about 30, nice features, winning smile. She was also quite plump. Maybe her own size, but with a much larger backside; which jiggled provocatively, as she walked up.

“Table for one honey?” she asked politely.

Sandy stuttered “Uh-well actually, I’m here to see a Phil Miklos……… about a job?”

The woman nodded and pointed to a booth “Oh sure. Have a seat. I’ll get him. Want a coffee? On the house.

Sandy nodded. “Thanks. I could use one.” It would take her mind off her stomach; which was rumbling for attention. Not now she thought, as she rubbed it, to soothe the hunger pangs.

She sat down and in a moment Phil came out. He turned out to be a fortyish, slightly built man. Greying black hair. Pleasant face and another winning smile; which appeared as he came out, with his hand extended in greeting.

The formalities exchanged; she showed him her resume, most of which was true. She simply left out the years of journalism.

“Says here, you’ve worked in a restaurant before, in Ann Arbor.”

“Yes sir, my home town.”

He nodded and pursed his lips before adding “That was years ago. Anything since?”

“Well, I left the work force to get married. After I put on this weight, he became physically and emotionally abusive. Then, he left me for another woman, a prettier version.” This was actually Yvonne’s story and she felt a bit guilty at the deceit, so added a hint of the truth. Standing for a moment, she said “I didn’t always look like this. Some men are very fickle.”

Phil shook his head and added “Such men are fools.”

As if on cue, the waitress brought another coffee for them both and Phil said, “Thanks honey. Have you met?”

Sandy went to stand again and the waitress said, “Shoot girl, we don’t stand on ceremony, here. I’m Wanda.  I guess you could call me the head waitress. How long I been here Phil?”

“Too long” he laughed. “Three kids ago, anyways.”

“Don’t I know it” she muttered. Got the proof right here to show it.” She patted her prominent backside and rubbed her plump belly, at the same time.

“I’m Sandy”, was the reply. “Nice to meet you. Maybe, we will see more of one another.”

The hint did not fall on deaf ears. Phil said “First things first. It’s my lunch break. You mind?”

Somewhat taken aback, she said “Oh no, go ahead.”

“How about you, you eaten yet?”

She confessed “No actually, I could eat something” as she once again rubbed her belly in a futile attempt to quiet its protest.

“Usual?” asked Wanda.

“Sure” he said.

They chatted a while longer, while waiting for their meal.

“So what brought you to Chicago? Michigan is a fair drive from here. Friends, relatives”

“Just a fresh start. I’ve always wanted to see Chicago, and now’s my chance.”

Wanda arrived a few minutes later with 2 omelette dinners, complete with toast and home fries.

They engaged in small talk and before she knew, it the large meal was gone. Sandy licked her lips and stared as he finished the last bit.

“You really enjoyed that” he said. “Dessert?”

“Uh-sure” she said, feeling a bit guilty.

Dessert was a huge piece of apple pie and ice cream; which again, she devoured with gusto.

The meal complete, Phil stood to leave. “Well thanks for the company. I need to get back to my kitchen, now.”

“Oh”, said Sandy. “That’s it then?” On the verge of tears, she said, “We never really talked about the job, much. I really need this, Mr. Miklos. Won’t you give me a try?”

“Relax” he said. “The meal was the interview. I’m not the world’s best cook; but I vowed I would never hire someone, who couldn’t enjoy our food. You got the job. Can you start tomorrow? Open at 7:00”

Relieved she added “Sure. I look forward to it.”

“One more thing. People call me Phil.”

“Yes sir. See you tomorrow. 7am sharp.

He gestured to Wanda, who returned with two pieces of pie and two more coffees.

“Here” she said “mind if I join you for a minute?”

Sandy nodded “Sure why not? I can use some company. I thought I was finished, for a minute, there.”

Wanda sniggered “Don’t worry, honey. I knew you had the job, the minute you walked in.” She giggled mischievously and said nothing more.

“What do you mean?” puzzled Sandy.

“You’ll see tomorrow” was the cryptic response.

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Getting up to leave, Sandy went out to hail a cab on the corner. After standing there for about ten minutes, she saw a car approach.

The young man in the passenger seat, jumped out and grabbed her purse; trying to wrestle it from her grip. She let go, but the strap was around her shoulder. A few hard tugs and he finally screamed at her, “Give it up, you fat bitch!” Pushing her hard and tugging at the same time, finally broke the strap. As the teen jumped into the car and it sped away; she fell over onto her now ample posterior, ripping her skirt.

She sat there a moment, and when she realized she wasn’t badly injured; collected herself and went back into the diner. No one had witnessed the scene; so Wanda was a bit taken aback at her appearance.

She asked “Back already? Forget something?”

Receiving no response she realized Sandy was in shock. “What’s wrong, honey?  You look like you seen a ghost.”

The tears started then; as the impact of the deed, began to take hold. “I’ve been mugged” she sobbed. “Creeps got my purse. It’s all the cash I had left. What am I going to do?”

Wanda recoiled and hollered “Phil! Call the cops and get out here proto!”

It took about 20 minutes, for the police to show up. They interviewed Sandy and looked in the general area of the incident, for any clues.

The female cop came back; with the damaged purse and the remains of its contents, including the wallet. She said, “Typical. They dump the evidence asap, in case they get stopped. Cash and cards are gone, though. Sorry hon. Purse looks like it’s history, too. Too bad, it’s nice.”

Sandy sighed. Now, she was broke. Of course, there had been no credit cards or other items; that would ID her, not even a driver’s licence. But the bastards had wrecked her purse. It was a designer item; she had paid over $2000 for it, last year.

The female officer handed the wallet over, but put the purse in a bag. “We need to dust it for prints, we’ll get it back to you, in a day or two. How do we get in touch?”

This was difficult. She could not really give out an address or phone number. Besides after today, she would be essentially homeless.

Stammering a bit she said, “That’s a poser, now. I’m new in town and Phil just hired me, an hour ago. I was looking for an apartment; but now I’m broke. Guess it’s back to the shelter, for me.”

The male cop cleared his throat and said, “Miss, you don’t want to do that. I have an idea. My sister knows Phil and the girls here. In fact, Julie lived with her for a while. You can have her room.”

“Julie?”

“Oh” said Wanda. “Northwestern student. She moved in with her boyfriend. You’ll meet her tomorrow. Go for it. I know his sister. She’s nice and I think you will find, you have a lot in common.”

Sandy smiled and said. “That’s two kindnesses, on one day. How much do you think she would…”

The cop waved his hand and said. “Don’t worry about that, for now. Just pay her what you can, until you get back on your feet. Speaking of getting knocked down. Did they hurt you? Do you need EMS?”

“No, I’m okay, thanks. Nothing but my pride hurt.” Patting her newly huge ass, she said, “Lots of padding back here.” Oddly enough, it was neither the theft nor the assault; which had upset her. It was the “fat bitch” comment; that had hurt the most. She consoled herself; by thinking she wasn’t really a fat girl. This was just a temporary disguise, after all. But it did give her pause; to reflect on some of the comments, Mary had made. She was right. Words can hurt. Although she didn’t know it yet; her project to educate the public would teach her as well.

The cops stood to leave and the male said, “So you start tomorrow. Can we drop you somewhere?”

She couldn’t let the officers know where she had been staying, so lied “No, thanks. I’ll take a cab. I have a few dollars in my room.”

The officers turned to leave and she stopped the man and said. “Wait. I don’t even know your name.”

Blushing a bit he said “Oops.” Handing her his card, he said “I’m Frank- Frank Perrone.”

She instinctively started looking in her wallet, for a business card, in reciprocation. Then she realized how ridiculous it would be, for a newly employed waitress, to have one. The others were staring at her and to cover herself, she said. “You’re right, they got everything, even my pictures.”

“Look” Frank said. “I don’t feel right, leaving you like this. Why don’t you stay with my sis tonight and call to say where you are? The cab can bring your stuff tomorrow.”

Fearing that an argument may blow her cover, she agreed. “Good.” Frank said. “This is our beat, but we have 3 hours left in our shift. Pick you up at 4:30ish okay?”

“Sure” she said, wondering what she would do until then.

As if reading her mind, Wanda said. “We can show her around and look after her, till then.”

With that the cops left, Phil said “I’ll leave you with Wanda. I need to cook some stuff for supper.”

Wanda said “Might as well fix you up with a uniform.  That skirt is history anyway.”

They went into the staff lounge and she pulled a couple off the rack. “Here” she said, “try this on.”

Realizing that it was too big for Wanda, Sandy asked “Whose is this?”

“Until today honey, nobody’s. Yours now.”

It fit a bit loose, but it was as practical and comfortable as it was ugly.

“You’ve done this before?” Wanda asked.

“Oh yeah, but it was a while ago. Won’t take me long, to get back up to speed. Diner’s a diner. Long as you can add, make change, remember the menu and don’t piss off the customers, you can’t go wrong.”

In between customers, they spent about an hour going over the schedule. Sandy even waited on a few, mostly pie and coffee.

Looking at the clock, Wanda said, I’m starving. Soon as Julie and Dee get here we can take a break.

At four they arrived. Julie the student was about 20, long red hair, green eyes. Dee had dark hair, Indo-Asian features and olive skin, and a more demure demeanour. Both were also quite plump. Dee looked to be about 175 pounds; which were somewhat evenly distributed. She had the classic apple shape. Julie was lighter, maybe 150, but decidedly more hourglass shaped. The loose sweatshirt failed to conceal her massive breasts, that swayed as she walked.

Sandy broke the ice saying, “Oh. Julie. You lived with Frank’s sister?”

Julie smiled and said. “Sorry have we met?”

Wanda interjected and reviewed the afternoon’s events and it had a marked effect on the two new arrivals.

Julie reassured her. “She’s real nice. Something tells me you will hit it off.”

Second time she had heard that. Intrigued, Sandy pushed for more “Really how’s that?”

“Never mind” said Wanda. “You two get to work. We are having a break.”

She went to the order window and hollered “Phil. 2 energizers.”

From the back she heard “Already done. Come get ‘em.”

Wanda pointed to a table in the back and said “Set the table for two hon. I’ll get our supper.”

Sandy feared she was too nervous to eat, but was proven wrong.

Wanda retuned with two plates. Each had a couple eggs, 6 sausages a blob of potato salad and some onion rings. The massive portion would have scared her three months ago, but this time she ate it in 5 minutes.

“Whoa girl” said Wanda. “It ain’t that good. There’s plenty, you know. Go help yourself.”

“Really? Phil won’t mind?”

Wanda laughed “Mind? The food is the only reason I stayed here. Phil lets us have anything we want. I think he likes the results.”

“What are you taking about?” asked Sandy, puzzled.

“Phil likes a bigger woman. Look around. See any Kate Moss lookalikes here. My husband likes it too; says the bigger the booty, the more the beauty.”  She patted her butt for emphasis. Getting up she said, “Be right back.”

Dee came over with coffee and said, “Wanda feeding you up already?”

Sandy said “Actually it was my idea.”

Dee said “You will be a great addition, then.”

Wanda returned with two complete helpings and Dee dropped a huge piece of pie in front of her, too.

The conversation continued. “So he fattens you up?”

Wanda corrected “Not really. I was already a bit plump as a school girl; but blew up after I got married. I gained 50 pounds with each pregnancy. People still ask me sometimes, if I’ve got another in here.  Dee is Indian, she can explain.  Julie was thin at the start of freshman year. In a year she gained fifty pounds. They can tell you their own stories.” Sandy thought, and I can add them to my program.

Wanda’s curiosity rose again. “What about you? How did you get so big. Got kids?”

“Oh” said Sandy.  “No, no kids. This is recent. I don’t like to talk about it, if you don’t mind.”

Wanda misinterpreted, thinking that her weight gain was related to abuse; she kept mum.

Changing the mood, Sandy added “Anyway, you don’t see me exactly pining away do you? I’m fat by choice too, I guess.”

“That will come in handy” said Wanda, stifling a chuckle.

“Come again?”

“Never mind, you’ll see.”

At that moment, Frank appeared in the doorway and said “Well, I see you are already at work. Ready to go?”

This question was directed at Wanda, as much as Sandy.

Sure Wanda said. “Wait a minute.”

She went out back, and when she reappeared; took two twenties from the till and offered them, to her newest trainee.

Sandy demurred saying, “I can’t accept that. It would be taking advantage.”

Putting on a sterner attitude Wanda said, “It ain’t charity girl. You worked today, you get paid.”

Julie appeared at that moment and offered her another collection of small bills and said this is from us. “Usually, we pool half of our tips here. Today you get 100%.”

Sandy welled up and couldn’t think of anything to say. She didn’t even attempt to take the money.

Frank pocketed it on her behalf and grabbing her things, steered her to the door.

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Chapter 7

Once outside, she looked for his cruiser and was surprised; when they stopped at a well used passenger van.

“Oh” she said.

Anticipating her surprise, he said “City don’t let us use cruisers, for personal use. This is mine.”

“It’s fine” she said. “How far is it to your sister’s?”

“Only about fifteen minutes. You can catch the subway, in the morning.”

As predicted, they pulled in front of a modest house in a few minutes.

“Looks like a nice place” she commented.

“We grew up here, actually. Sis bought the house from mom and dad. Pop’s retired from the force. They live in Tempe now.”

Frank knocked gently and said “Angie we’re here!”

“Upstairs, Frank. Show her into the living room. I’m just freshening up her room.”

He did as instructed and as they turned the corner, Angie was saying “You stay for dinner and I won’t take no for an ans…”She stopped in her tracks when she saw Sandy. She paused to eye her carefully and realizing she was being impolite said. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting someone so attractive. I’m Angela. Call me Angie.”

The two shook hands and Sandy sat on the sofa, beside Frank. She would have felt self-conscious about the comment, but for one thing. Angie was much fatter than her.

Every part of her body bulged with fat, from her huge belly, to the ponderous breasts perched on it. Her face was almost perfectly round and even her fingers, were ballooned to twice the normal size. She was even fatter than Mary!

The niceties done with, Angie said, “Hope you haven’t had dinner. I like to cook, and it will be nice to have someone to cook for again.”

Sandy was not in the mood for food at first, but was loath to offend her new landlady, so soon.

They sat down in the dining room and got acquainted over manicotti, garlic bread and wine. Sandy wasn’t sure how much she ate; because when her plate was half empty, Angie would fill it again. Before long, they had consumed the entire cassarole; along with 4 loaves of garlic bread and two bowls of Caesar salad.

Rubbing her belly, Sandy said “Whoa that was good! I have never eaten so much in my life!” For once that was true, but she could give Mike a run for his money. Oh my God she thought. The Institute would be worried about her.

She blurted out “Before it gets too late, I have to make a call to let the shelter know I’m safe.”

“Sure” said Frank. “Phone’s in the hall. Here’s the address for the cab for your stuff. Come in the living room for coffee after.”

She made her call and although Mike was concerned, she assured him it was for the role and she would be fine. “Don’t forget I have to come in a month for a check-up.”

“Right” he said. “See you soon and be well.”

Entering the kitchen she found out that “coffee” was a misnomer. In addition to the coffee, was an assortment of pie, cakes and cookies. Frank grabbed a slice of pie and it was apparent, that she was expected to eat her share. Again, fearing an insult she began eating a slice of apple pie and moaned with delight, at the taste. “Oh my God” she said. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“Partly from school, partly from Mom”, Angie explained, blushing. “I love to cook, so I became a Home Economics teacher.” Patting her stomach she said “Like to eat too.  I’m my own best customer, and it shows.”

Now, it was Sandy’s turn to blush. “What do you mean, you’re beautiful.”

“It’s okay, I know I’m fat. I’ve learned to accept it. Anyway glad you like it.” Before Sandy could react, she dropped another slab of pie on her plate.

 This time she only ate half of it and pushed the plate back. “Please” she said. “No more or I’ll burst.”

Looking a bit hurt a first, she put back another piece herself and stopped. Sandy had the sneaking suspicion, that had she been home alone; she would have eaten everything on the table.

This was confirmed, when she looked at Frank and said “Leave this out. I’m going to show her around.”

This was her hint to him that he was on dish patrol. Angie showed her around the house and assured her, she had the run of the place. “Dark, now” she said. “I’ll show you the yard, in the morning.”

When they came back down, Frank had his coat on and said “Sis I got to go. Early shift tomorrow.”

Looking at Sandy he said “You’re in good hands. Good luck.”

She said “Do you do hugs? You earned one today. I don’t know what I would have done, without you.”

“Sure” he said and she wrapped her arms around him. They lingered a bit and he said, “Uh-okay I got to go. See you.”

In an instant, he was gone.

Angie closed the door and said “Well, just us girls now. I don’t start till nine; so I can show you, where to get the subway.”

They talked for a couple hours and suddenly Sandy looked down and said, “I really don’t know how to thank you. Maybe, this would be a good time to discuss rent.”

“Pssh” Angie said, “It’s okay. I heard about what happened to you, today. This house is paid for and I’m glad for the company. When you get back on your feet, you can help with the groceries.”

“Sounds fair” she agreed, but thought to herself, bet her bills are huge.

Sandy yawned a bit and said, “Think I’d like to turn in soon. Early day, new job, you know.”

“Oh” sure said Angie. “Look, you got any clothes to wear?”

“No” confessed Sandy, “at least not tonight.”

Angie stood and added “Tell you what. I’ve got a closet full of old clothes, that don’t fit anymore. I’ll fix you up with some stuff; some jammies for tonight, at least.

“Thanks again” said her grateful roomie.

“Good you go freshen up and I’ll toss in a nightie.” Angie was as good as her word and Sandy exited the bathroom, expecting to find the lights out downstairs. Coming downstairs, she eventually found Angie in the kitchen, putting the dishes away.

“Many hands make light work” she said and they finished the chore. Just as the last fork went into the drawer, the teakettle whistled.

Angie said “I usually have a tea before bed. I have some herb tea; that will help you sleep.”

“Uh-sure” Sandy said. In truth, she need no help, she was straining to stay awake as it was.

“Have a seat in the living room. Just be a minute.”

Angie returned in a few minutes, with a pot of tea and a whole Black Forest Cake.

She said “I made this the other day and I tried a new recipe.” Without even asking, she plopped a gigantic piece on a plate and passed it to her new friend, cutting an equal portion for herself.

Despite herself, Sandy made short work of the cake and the second piece, that followed.

Angie offered, “More tea?” as she poured the last into her cup. There were two slices of cake left and she deftly slid one onto her plate and ate the other herself.

Thoroughly stuffed and exhausted, she practically collapsed in the bed and was out in five seconds.

Next morning, she woke to the smell of bacon. Seeing the bathroom was empty, she hollered down, “Mind if I take a shower?”

Angie responded from below “Sure, towels in the closet. But hurry, breakfast is almost ready.”

She showered quickly and came down, to an enormous breakfast. She bolted down three helpings and said “Angie, I need to get to work.”

“Oh, sure” she said, and the two left for the subway station. Getting direction for work she hugged her new friend and said “Thanks for everything.”

“Good luck” said Angie and off she went.

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She belched softly on the trip and thought, hope it’s busy. I need to get tips and work off this food. Her hopes were dashed a bit, when she arrived at 6:30 to find only Wanda, Phil and 3 customers.

Wanda saw her and smiled. “Ready for your first day?”

“Yes” she said.

“Good, starts getting busy in here, about 7:30-8:00. You can go help Phil in the kitchen.”

She laid out some plates and wrapped cutlery, but Phil did all the cooking.

He handed her two plates with hotcakes and said “Give them to Wanda. She’ll show you what to do.”

She came out and Wanda said “Oh, about time. Put them over there”; indicating the rear table.

Sandy had a sinking feeling; which was confirmed when Wanda said, “Well what are you waiting for? Eat up, before we get busy.”

She ate the first one, while Wanda served and then Wanda ate hers, while she did the same.

The day went like this and before it had finished; she had served more than 100 customers, and made $40.00 in tips. During that same period, she managed to consume a total of three complete meals and two snacks. She was just finishing her dessert, when Julie came in at 4pm

She came right over and asked “How did you like Angie?”

Sandy said “Oh my God, she is wonderful. I just need to get her to roll back on the meal plan, a little. Maybe, once she realizes I work in a restaurant, she will cool off.”

Rubbing her own tummy, Julie added “Yeah, good luck with that. Just between you and me, that’s why I moved in with Eric. I gained 50 pounds living there. He doesn’t seem to mind, though.” Placing her hands under her gigantic breasts she said, “He’s a boob man and he got the bonus plan!”

Although Julie was giggling, it left Sandy with a feeling of forboding. This was confirmed; when she came home to another huge dinner. At this rate I will weigh 1000 pounds she thought.

Frank came over three times that week; the third time to give her back her purse. This time, he was in uniform and he only stayed a moment; since he was on duty.

They saw him off and Angie looked knowingly at her and smiled.

“What?” Said Sandy.

“I may be wrong; but I think my brother is sweet on you.”

Unconvinced Sandy asked “What makes you say that? We barely know each other.”

Angie continued “Oh, please. I only live twenty minutes from him and he has been here more times this week; than he has in the last six months. Obviously, it’s your company he likes. He does phone a lot though. He worries.” Looking at the purse she said. “Wow this is nice. I think I can fix it. We have a heavy sewing machine at school.”

Sandy accepted the offer and they settled in for “tea”

The routine continued for the next month and it came time for her monthly check-in.

Arriving at the clinic, she was surprised at the look, on Dr Lewis’ face.

“Well my dear, you seem to be thriving. First order of business, blood pressure and samples.” Once completed, she disrobed for her measurements . She did expect some change; but was shocked to see she had grown to 56H-52-56. She dreaded the scale and her fears were justified; when the number stopped at 273. Another 35 pounds in a month. Could she continue at this rate?

The next day she was a bit subdued; but at least she would have a break from Angie’s home cooking. It was parent teacher night, so she was on her own. She decided to stay after work; to get to know her colleagues better.

Julie came in first at 3:30 and immediately ordered a meal. In passing, she rubbed her stomach and said “I came in early, I was starved.”

This was evident; when she returned with a plate with two cheeseburgers, fries and onion rings. Wanda looked at her disapprovingly and said “Girl you are going to blow up; if you keep eating like that!”

“Can’t help it” she said. “I’m starving.” She was eating the fries already before she even sat down. Sandy grabbed a coffee and said “Mind if I join you?” I’m done for the day. “Be my guest” Julie said, as she sat in the nearest booth.

Sandy blushed a bit and said “Mind if we use a table? The booth is a bit snug. I’m getting so fat, these days.” She shook her belly for emphasis. Julie said “Sure. I warned you about Angie, didn’t I?”

Taking the cue, Sandy tried to develop it further. “Want to talk about your time there?” Julie paused in mid-bite and said. “Why not, everyone else knows.”

“When I started college, I was only 100 pounds and as they say, a late bloomer. I looked like a twelve year old boy, actually. My mother was worried, but assured me my time would come. I lived in residence and the meal plan, was all you can eat. Everyone warned me about the freshman 15, but I didn’t listen. By Christmas, I had gained 25 pounds. More importantly, my figure popped, especially up top. I went from a 32A to a 45DD, in that time. My dad freaked and was worried about me getting involved with boys now, and made me go on the pill. That just made things worse. I ballooned to 150 and came home for the summer, wearing a 60FFbra. Some of my friends thought I had gotten implants and word got round to mom. She made me go to the doctor to verify it, just in case. It was embarrassing. He said I had an excess of estrogen, and going on the pill had made it worse. On top of that, instead of a summer job, they sent me to fat camp. I lost 40 pounds, but it was horrible and I’m not doing it again. Anyway, second year, I needed to work to pay my way a bit and got a job here. I also started staying with Angie and between her and this place, I gained it all back.”

“When I went home last summer, I worked in my Dad’s landscaping business. Lost a lot again and got a good tan. I was down to 115, here’s a picture.” She showed Sandy a picture of her in a bikini at the beach. Not exactly a washboard stomach, but the plump hips and giant boobs more than made up for it. In the background you could see several males gawking at her with their mouths agape. Sandy said, “No doubt about it, you’re a pretty girl.”

Julie continued “Just before I came back this year, I told my parents I was not going back to Angie. Mom was glad to hear that; because she felt Angie was sabotaging my figure. But, when she found out I wanted to move in with Eric; they worried about pregnancy. Mom didn’t trust me to keep on the pill; so she made me go on Depo-Provera and it has really screwed up my system. I’m hungry all the time and I’m gaining weight, like crazy. I’ve gained another 10 pounds, this month alone. Excuse me a minute.”

She rose and came back with another burger and some more fries. Julie explained, “I don’t get much back at our apartment; so I fill up here as much as I can. Cheaper.” Sandy said “Looks good. Mind if I join you?” Once the two were seated again, Julie began to fuss with her bra. She hoisted her boobs to the front and then, reached inside her dress, to pull her bra up over her now exposed nipples. Again.

“What’s wrong?” Sandy asked. Julie said. “I’m starting to gain back the weight I lost. Up to 140 already.” She belched softly as if to reinforce the point. “Bra’s too small again. My boobs are getting bigger and bigger. Mom wants me to have surgery; but the doctor won’t do it; because he says they are still growing.” She looked down at the lumps of fat on her chest. They were the size of small melons and they jiggled at her every movement, verifying their all natural origin.

“Anyway, I’m not doing it. What I am, is what I am. Eric would have a fit, anyway. I just hate going through clothes like this, though. This is a $100 bra and now it’s useless.”

“Maybe I can help with that”, added Sandy. “I’ve gained some weight this month, too. 35 pounds to be exact.”

“Whoa”, said Julie. “At that rate, you’ll be as big as Angie, soon.”

“Anyway” Sandy said “I have some stuff, you can have. Some never worn. What size are you?”

Julie thought for a second “Not exactly sure, this is a 53E and it’s too small.” She cupped her massive orbs and said, “What size are you anyway?”

Sandy said “I’m up to 56HH now. And it’s too small!”

Julie smiled and said. “Better be careful. Gets expensive, after that. Angie can tell you.”

Dee walked up and said “Hi.” Julie stood to start her shift. As she waddled off, Julie said over her shoulder, at least it’s not as if you got fat on purpose.

Sandy blanched for a moment, fearing she had been discovered; then realized from the look on Dee’s face, that the comment had been directed at her.

She snorted “That girl should talk. Anyway, I need to get ready, too” As Julie walked away, Sandy noticed that despite their conversation, all that food had not gone to her boobs. The jiggling globes of her growing butt and the burgeoning tummy were beginning to overtax the stretch limit of her uniform.

She looked up at Dee and said, was that directed at you.

“Who else? I’m the only one here, that’s actually trying to be fat.”

Sandy gulped and asked “Come again?”

Dee waved her off and added “Look, I’ll tell you later. I need to get to work.” Dee left and Sandy had an idea.

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If she stayed just to get Dee’s story; it would look odd.

Instead, she went into the kitchen and found Phil, hard at work. He stopped long enough, to give her a big smile and said “Everything okay?”

“Oh sure” she said. “Just bored. Angie’s out tonight and I don’t want to go home, to an empty house. The girls need their tips, so I won’t bother them. Maybe, I could hang out with you awhile; and give you a hand.”

“Sure” he said. “Grab an apron. He had her doing a variety of mostly mundane chores, for the next hour or so; and caught her placing the odd tidbit into her mouth, as she worked.

Preparing two huge platters of lasagna; he gave them to her and said “Here, take these out.”

“Okay” she said. “Which table?”

“Whatever. One’s for you and one’s for Dee. Tell her she can have her break, now. One more thing. I don’t mind if you snack, while in here. Just don’t let the customers see you. The health inspector don’t like it, either.”

“Got it. Sorry.” She actually knew better; but the food was overpowering.

She carried the meals out and once Dee had freshened, up she joined her.

The two exchanged pleasantries and Dee asked if she liked it here.

“Oh sure” said Sandy. “Just need to get used to the routine. I’m finding it hard to resist all this food.” Patting her belly she said, “I thought I was fat before; but now I’m blowing up like a balloon!”

Dee laughed and said, “Too bad you are not Indian. You would be a goddess!”

Intrigued Sandy pressed for more. “Does that have anything to do with Julie’s comment, earlier?” She hoped her pointing to the obvious; would elicit a response and she was correct.

Dee began. “First, my real name isn’t Dee. Is Dineetra. I’m born here; but my parents are first generation Americans, from Mumbai. It has been difficult for them, to adjust to life, here. Our culture and traditions are very old and those who do not respect them, often find themselves rejected from the community. Despite its huge size, Chicago can be most unwelcome, to strangers.”

“Gee, tell me about it”, sighed Sandy, as she rolled her eyes skyward.

Dee realized her gaffe too late and stammered, “Oh sorry I didn’t mean…”

“S’alright. You are right. Look at me. Working for free, to keep myself from being home alone. I haven’t made any friends here, yet.”

Dee scowled at her. “I think Frank and Angie, have shown their friendship. Taking her hand she said, “And besides, I hope we can be friends, too.”

As they ate, Dee continued. “My sister had an arranged marriage and she resisted; so they shipped her home, and she got married there. In India, women have very few rights and if she left; our family would disown her. I hear from her, from time to time; but I know she is not exactly thrilled, about it. I told my parents, I wanted to find my own man. At first they were upset; but I did pick a nice Indian boy, from a good family. His name is Radjit and he works in the airport. He’s an aerospace engineer, and makes a good living. Once I finish my training, I will not have to work here, any more.”

“Training? What kind of training?”

Dee continued. “My mother is teaching me all the traditional things; how to dress, how to cook, sexual techniques, and Indian dancing. Radjit’s family like me; but they did not like the way I looked.  I was way to skinny, to be a pleasing wife.”

Sandy snickered. “Sexual techniques? What are you aiming for, a wife or a concubine?”

Dee smiled and added “Little of both, actually. Please don’t judge our culture. It goes back thousands of years. Your society went through the sexual revolution, only a few decades ago. My people wrote the Kama Sutra, don’t forget. Anyway, our people equate thinness, with ill health and poverty. A plump wife, shows a sign of respect and that her husband, is a good provider. She is also expected to please her husband, in the physical act of love; and most Indian men, like a larger figure. I spoke to Radjit about his preference; and he is of the same mind. I want to be a good wife and make him happy; so I went with it. My mother, my aunties and my sister are all fat. I was the only holdout.”

“Makes sense, I guess” Sandy agreed. “So, what’s the problem? Why work here?”

“Well, turns out I have a high metabolism. Indian cooking is largely vegetarian and is filling; but not very fattening. Try as she might, my mother just couldn’t get enough calories into me, to gain much weight.”

“So, you came here.”

“Right. American food is just the opposite. My father was against it; but when I gained 10 pounds the first month; he changed his tune.”

Munching away, Sandy stated “So you are really trying to be fat.”

“Yup. I want to get up to about 250. It’s more a look, than a number. You know, nice round face, Buddha belly. Big hips. My mom says she’ll know, when I’m ready. I better hurry up though; I’m getting married soon. I hope.”

Sandy pressed further. “How much do you weigh now?”

“‘Bout 185. I gained another 15, since you started. Actually, on that note. Seconds?”

“Oh, sure.” Dee left; returning with two more huge pieces, and two baskets of fries.

They continued talking and Dee changed the subject. “So you said earlier, you were gaining too.”

“Yep” said Sandy, holding a stack of fries in front of her mouth. She cupped her plump paunch and continued “I just can’t stop eating. I was on some medications; and it threw my metabolism and appetite, out of whack.” Looking down at the remnants of the huge meal she said, “This isn’t helping.” Paridoxically; she continued to gorge herself, on the fattening fries. “I gained 35 pounds, last month. About half was from here, and half from Angie. At least, I won’t have to deal with that, tonight. She won’t take no, for an answer. No wonder Julie got so…”

Sandy looked around, to see if she was in earshot, and seeing she was not, said “Fat!”

 Giggling softly, Dee warned “Don’t let her hear you, saying that. She thinks, she is just well-developed. She cleaned her plate and said, “Sorry, my break’s over. I need to get back to work.”

Sandy was cleaning the last off her plate; when Julie sat down, with two massive pieces of coconut crème pie and two coffees. “Oh, good” she said, ”just in time for dessert. I’m on break now, mind if I join you?”

Her mouth full, Sandy was unable to say anything; so she just motioned for Julie, to sit. The two women carried on their conversation and before she knew it, Sandy had consumed another piece and some ice cream, with it. Julie patted her plump belly and said “Oh, that was good.” Just then a button popped off the front of her dress and she laughed. “Just can’t get good quality, any more. Excuse me while I change.” She rushed off and came back, with a new dress, somewhat looser. Sandy suspected, it was one of Dee’s, but said nothing.

Rubbing her own bloated belly she said “I should get home. Angie will be concerned.” She staggered to her feet and waddled out to the subway station; belching  as she went. As she travelled, she listened to the “interviews”, she had just garnered, on the IPod.

Looking at her watch; she saw it was nine pm, as she entered the door. Obviously, Angie was home; as the lights were on and she could smell and hear activity, in the kitchen.

Peeking around the corner she said. “Ah, you’re home. Good, just in time for supper. Hope you are hungry- there’s lots!”

 

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Sandy’s heart sunk for a moment, and she tried to find the words, so as not to offend her landlady. “Oh sorry, I ate at work. I didn’t expect this. Hope, you didn’t go to a lot of trouble.”

Angie hollered around the corner again, “Relax, it was no trouble. Just some leftovers, from the parent teacher meetings. Nothing fancy. Why don’t you join us for a chat anyway?”

“Us?”

“Frank’s here. He picked me up; because he doesn’t like me out in the city, after dark. He’s a good brother. Least I can do, is give him his dinner.”

Sandy was debating, whether to fake a headache and scurry upstairs; but realized it was too late, when Frank appeared, behind her.

“Hi there” he said. “Good to see you, again. Going to join us?”

“Like I have a choice?” she asked and rolled her eyes, towards the kitchen.

He chuckled slightly and said, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

They sat down and Angie offered her a glass of wine. “Sure, sounds nice.”

She poured Sandy and Frank  a glass of Chianti; then  filled two plates with fried chicken, potato salad and garlic bread with cheese.

Her two companions began eating and Angie commented “Too bad, you’ve already eaten. This is so good!”

The smell was overpowering. Inevitably, Sandy was overcome with hunger. This is crazy she thought. I’ve already eaten enough for three people today, but I’m actually starved . “Maybe, I could try just a little, just to be polite,” she suggested.

“Good girl” said Angie; who scooped 3 pieces of chicken onto her plate, along with the potato salad and half a loaf of the bread.

It disappeared in 10 minutes; and even Angie was surprised.” Looks like you got your appetite back, quick enough. More?”

Without uttering a word, Sandy just handed over her plate; and the drill was repeated. In fact, she ate 4 plates, plus three helpings of cherry pie, for dessert and four glasses of wine.

She was feeling a bit tipsy; when Frank said, it was time to leave. He kissed his sister on the cheek and before she realized what was happening; he did the same to her. Before she could react or say anything; he was out the door and speeding off in his car.

Sandy was a little drunker than she was used to; and started to laugh. “Think maybe you were right, about Frank.”

Angie said  “I told you so. He liiikes you.”

Emboldened by the wine, Sandy suggested “Think we could talk, a while? Girl stuff.”

“I’d like that”, said Angie. “I just want to change.”

Sandy was upstairs in her underwear, going through some of the items left over from the Institute; that were now, too small for her. These would come in handy for Julie, so she put them aside.

Looking at herself in the mirror; she was shocked by her own appearance. Her gluttony was making her grow ever fatter; and it showed. Her muffin top, again poured from the top of her panties and her bra; like Julie’s, was fighting a losing battle, to contain the massive globes, inside.

She removed it and tossed it on the bed saying “Well, looks like its goodbye for you, too.”

Suddenly a voice behind her said  “Yeah, I’d noticed that. Come in my room and I’ll help you.”

A bit embarrassed, Sandy threw on a nightdress and did as she was told.

She found Angie, going through another box of clothes and pulled out a few more items.

“Here” she said. “These don’t fit me, either; but should be okay for you. They’re almost new.”

“Thanks” said Sandy, blushing. “I really don’t know how to thank you enough, for all you’ve done.”

“It’s okay, I’ve been there”, Angie added reassuringly.

On that note, as Sandy began to sober up she said. “Still want to talk?”

“Sure” said Angie, “meet me in the kitchen.” Once on her own; Sandy finished changing, got her IPod and special glasses and prepared for her next “confessional”.

Angie opened another bottle of wine, and sat down.

Sandy looked her over and said. “So how much do you weigh?”

Angie paused a moment and Sandy feared, she had hit a nerve.

But Angie began:

“I don’t know really, gave up weighing myself, a while ago. No point. I just was getting bigger. I don’t really remember not being fat. My parents are average and Frank is putting a little on with maturity; but I began to blow, up about the time I started school.”

“In Kindergarten, I already weighed 80 pounds. My boobs started to come, about age nine. By the time I was ten, I was built like Anna Nicole Smith. By age eleven, I was up to 175 pounds and a 44DD bra.” “Eleven! The boys used to tease me and try to feel them. None of the other girls, had boobs at all. I was bigger than most of their mothers, in fact. By age twelve, I was up to 225 and my mom had to make all my clothes; including a custom made 50FF bra. None of the other kids, would have anything to do with me by then; they thought I was a freak.”

She paused for a sip of wine, for strength. Sandy grabbed her hand in sympathy and partly, to encourage her to go on. “High school was not any better. In 10th grade, I surpassed the 300 mark. By the time I started college, I was up to 380 and a 65 inch bra. I never took gym, never had a boyfriend, no prom date. No dates at all, in fact. Most of the time, the only one who would even talk to me, is Frank. That’s why, he still is a bit overprotective.”

Her eyes were misting over and Sandy was becoming overcome with emotion, as well. “Anyway I’m preaching to the choir, here. You must have similar experiences, at your size.”

Caught by surprise, Sandy blurted “Oh, yeah… right.” Actually, she had been on the cheerleading team, was an outstanding gymnast; going gold in the state final. Not only had she gone to the prom; she was the prom queen and valedictorian.” Recovering her composure, she added. “Don’t forget, I wasn’t always this big.”

Angie nodded her head. “Of course. I guess I can take the blame, for some of that.” She patted Sandy’s massive paunch and continued.

“Anyway, long story short, I was fat through college and by the time I graduated, was over 400 pounds. Last time I checked I was at 495, 75-60-75. I never wanted to know if or when I hit 500; so I stopped keeping track, some time ago. I just don’t care, any more. Here’s my chart…”

“I tried to lose weight; but just kept getting fatter. I tried every diet and medical program, in the book. The doctor said I was overexposed to estrogen, in the womb. Nothing they could do. I will always be fat. So here I am today.”

“Mind if I measure you?”

Angie shrugged “Knock yourself out. Just don’t tell me the bad news.”

The number s revealed, that she was now up to 610 pounds, 83-66-83.

Sandy had heard and seen enough, for one day. Stifling a yawn, she gave Angie a supportive hug and retired; with yet another interview, under her belt.

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Chapter 11

The months flew by. Spring brought the winds of change. Dee left, to get married. By then, she was up to 275 pounds. Her round face beamed; as she showed off her curves, in her wedding sari. She got her Buddha belly and then some, with huge hips and plump breasts, to round out the package. She said her family was very proud of her, and as she kissed all her coworkers goodbye, she wished them good luck. Although she said, they would stay in touch; Sandy felt, she would never see her again.

When it came her turn to say goodbye, Sandy hugged her; and wished her well. Dee looked at her and said “I will not wish you bad or good luck. My mother said you will have Kharma. She knows things, so keep it in mind.”

Sandy queried “Kharma, what is that?”

“It means, you will get what you need in life; in full measure, for what you have given. I don’t know. Mom’s the fortune teller.” Then she was gone.

Julie left at the end of the month; as school ended for the year. This time, she decided to travel Europe, for the summer. Sandy suspected it was partly to avoid her mother; who was now obsessed with her weight. By now, she had swollen up to 180 pounds, and could no longer say that she was just blooming. Her boobs at 77 inches, were bigger than Sandy’s and now she was wearing more of Angie’s old items. She needed to wear the same size dress as Sandy, just to fit her bust inside; but the loose bottom half, still showed her growing pot belly and ever-plumpening butt.

Sandy finished the month meanwhile, at 379 pounds 66JJ-70-66. Her body continued to balloon, with no end in sight. Not only that; as her weight soared, her appetite grew, in proportion. She was ravenous from the time she got up, until she went to bed, and took every opportunity to quell that feeling, with food.

This was not helped, by developments in June. Phil needed to hire two new girls; and the rookies could not work; without someone to show them the ropes. As such, Sandy got switched to nights for a while; to help the new girl. At the same time, school ended; so Angie was home all day, with little to do but cook and eat. She did a lot of both and her new daytime companion joined her; matching her bite for bite, and eating her fair share at work, too.  For both roomies, the pounds piled on.

The new night girl was Rosa, a petite native of New York. Her husband was in the reserves; and had been called up to serve in the MIdeast. Not having a lot of money to spare; she came to live with her husband’s family, till he came back. First day, she looked at Sandy and said “You look familiar, Chica. You ever been to New York?”

Sandy was a bit taken aback; but was convinced, she could not possibly be recognized from the old days. Without lying outright, she said “I’m sure you are mistaken.” Changing the subject, she parried, “So how do you like Chicago?”

“Meh” she said “one city is like another, more or less. I miss Enrique, though. We were talking about starting a family, till he got called up. We only been married 9 months, and he’s been there, for three. Can I ask a question though? Is everyone here fat, like? What’s the deal?”

Sandy blanched then countered sarcastically “You mean in Chicago, or right here in this room?”

Sensing she had touched a nerve, Rosa backpedalled “Oh no,no,no. I didn’t mean to offend-honest! I just was talking to Enrique’s mom, about having a baby; and that nothing had happened, during the six months, he was home. She asked me how often we did it; and I was embarrassed to say, we only did it twice. Once on our wedding night, and once, on the night before he left.”

“Then she told me, I was too skinny to conceive. Hormones or something.  I’m scared though. If I become a little gordita, he may divorce me.” She smoothed her dress instinctively over her flat belly while staring at Sandy’s; now the size of a beach ball, straining the cotton of her uniform.

“Look” said Sandy, “I’ve never met your husband, and I barely know you. But, what do you have to lose? He doesn’t sound all that interested, anyway. Besides, if you work here for long; you will get the picture, pretty quick. A little weight would do you good, anyway. My thigh weighs more than you. Let’s get you started. One thing, I noticed you are a bit of a smoker.”

“So”, Rosa said. “What of it?”

Sandy explained “Nictotine is bad for the baby and Phil hates it, anyway. He would have said something, eventually. You want to work here; you need to go cold turkey. Side effect is, most smokers get their appetite back quick and tend to gain weight.”

Rosa pondered her options and finally nodded in agreement. “Okay I guess. I  been smoking, since I was fifteen. This is as good a time, as any.”

“Good” said Sandy as she pulled a couple energizers from the kitchen. Rosa was on her way; or on her weigh; depending on your point of view. She stuck to her non-smoking pledge; and as Sandy predicted, her appetite came back, with a vengeance. Her mother-in law-commented, that she had never seen somebody enjoy their food so much; and made her take an EPT. They were both dismayed to learn, she was not expecting a child; but she stuck with it. Within a month, she had gained 15 pounds; and took a chance of emailing Enrique, a picture. It showed her in a bikini; with her new, somewhat more developed body. He replied in seconds; saying that she was doing exactly what he wanted; but was scared to bring up the subject. She was relieved and now was delighted, to fit in with the rest of the staff.

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Chapter 12

The other new arrival, was Wanda’s problem. She was a high school cheerleader type; caught drinking underage and fined for it. Her father had made her get a job; to pay the fine and legal fees. The judge said, if she worked the whole summer without incident; he would dismiss the charges, so she wouldn’t have a criminal record. Her dad, was the president of Phil’s bank; so he called in a favour. Phil owed the bank a lot of money; and could hardly refuse. Wanda told her up front, that if she got fired; then her dad would ground her, for the summer. That ended the discussion; and Wanda began to train her sullen colleague. Her name was Mindy; and she acted every bit, the airhead valley girl stereotype, one would assume, from her first impression. She even got a ride to and from work, in a luxury stretch limo, every day!

After the first day, Wanda was ready to strangle her. When she wasn’t making mistakes, she was complaining and generally, making a nuisance of herself. She sneered at the uniform; saying it was ugly and didn’t fit her right. It was a bit loose, but it was designed for practical comfort, not style.

Wanda explained that this was a diner, not a boutique on Rodeo drive. She could wear what was provided, just like everyone else. Mindy did not argue, although Wanda smelled a rat; when she gave up, that easily. Her suspicions were confirmed; when Mindy arrived next day, wearing her uniform. At least; what was left of it. She had ordered the housekeeper, to alter it; so it fit her better. In fact, it was now skin tight and showed off her figure, to its best. Although to Wanda’s standard of beauty, this girl was definitely a looker; and she had a body most women would kill for. Narrow waist, pert, yet plump young breasts; and just enough jiggle down south, to keep the men guessing. Mindy told her later, that she was 35-19-37; and weighed 110 pounds.

The customers in the diner were mostly older men; and though no one tried anything on; it was apparent that she was using her sexuality, to get better tips. She would often flirt with the customers, so much so; that she was constantly playing catch-up, with the next order.

Wanda was a little bit jealous, but also annoyed; that Phil blamed her, for the inevitable mistakes her trainee made with orders. He said “You are the head waitress, you deal with it!”

When it came time for shift change, after a week of grief; she took Mindy out back, for a little girl talk. “Look sweetie”, she said, “this may be just fun and games to you; but to me and Phil, it’s our living. You start to piss off more customers; we will lose them. I will give you another chance; but if your attitude doesn’t improve fast, you are gone, girlfriend. I may even convince Phil to dock you, for ruining one of his uniforms.”

Mindy started to well up, and said  “I’m sorry! I don’t mean to make you mad. This is hard for me; I’ve never had a job before…”

The tears made Wanda uncomfortable. She asked “How old are you, anyway?”

“Eighteen” she replied sullenly. “My birthday was last month. It was my party I got caught drinking at.”

Wanda snorted “Well it’s about time you learned about life, baby girl. I been working here 14 years and I’m only 30. Okay, first things first, you need to start paying for your mistakes; one way or the other. From now, on you screw up an order; it’s yours and you eat it. That will take care of rule two. Whatever made you think, you could bring outside food, here? Are you crazy? This is a business and if the clients see us eating something else; they will get suspicious. Why you think Phil lets us eat free? It’s good advertising.”

Mindy was a bit taken aback by that. “But, that’s not fair. I need that. My nutritionist has picked out my menu for me; and I need to stick to it, to keep myself looking like this. She pirouetted, adding “Some people say, I remind them of Katherine Heigl. You think?”

Wanda smiled and added, “Actually, you remind me of my daughter.”

Mindys  face sparkled and she said “Really, that’s nice!”

Wanda said, “Yeah she was a pain in the ass too; but I straightened her out. Don’t think I can’t do the same with you, Cindy.”

Her protégé corrected her “Actually, it’s Mindy.”

“Cindy, Mindy, Paris, Brittney ,whatever. Just be on time tomorrow, and remember, what I said.”

Next day, Mindy was good as her word; even arriving early, to help set the tables. As she worked, she munched on the toast, Phil had made for her.

Wanda smiled and said “Maybe there is hope for you, after all. Is that real food I see and a real smile on that face?”

“Yes ma’am” she said.

“Good girl. But, can the ma’am stuff. Makes me feel old.”

Mindy giggled, “Yes maaaaaaam”, and ran into the kitchen; with Wanda snapping a dishcloth, after her.

Attitude wise, the day went 100 times better. Aptitude wise, there was a long way to go. She screwed up three orders; so her breakfast consisted of 2 poached eggs, two over easy, some rye toast and an overdone minute steak.

It didn’t improve over lunch; as she was forced to eat a chocolate sundae and an order of spaghetti and meat sauce.

By 4; she had also eaten four kinds of pie and a dinner of meatloaf, fries and gravy; that she had double entered, by mistake.

Wanda spoke to her briefly on the way out; asking her if she was getting discouraged. “A bit”, she said, “but I made a lot less mistakes, than yesterday. I never ate so much in one day in my life, though. At least, it’s pretty good food. I could get hooked on this stuff, if I’m not careful.”

“Really” said Wanda, as she caressed her own bulging behind. “Wonder how that feels?”

Every day was more or less the same; with Mindy making enough mistakes, to juuust slightly overfeed her. Actually, she was beginning to like it; and Wanda suspected; she may have been doing some of it on purpose. She never made errors on orders of liver and onions; but somehow, she always ordered an extra, when it came to pie or ice cream.

Within a month, there were no errors at all; but she was now, just like the rest. She ate 3 full meals, plus snacks, every day. Problem was, her system was accustomed to lighter fare; and it was beginning to show.

By the end of June, she had gained 25 pounds; and the once-fashionable dress, was threatening to burst. She looked in the mirror and noticed, that she had filled out somewhat. Her cheekbones were beginning to disappear, as her face puffed up. Her upper arms chafed, on the too tight sleeves. She noticed a slightly bigger bustline, perking out on top; now up to38” and a D cup. Her once miniscule waistline, had risen to 23 inches, not a lot by modern standards; but the unmistakable  evidence of a plumpening paunch, was beginning to show. She examined her hips, and was alarmed at the rate, at which the extra intake, had settled here. She had measured her lower equator last night, and was a bit shocked, at the number. 42”; not a happy result, from her standpoint.

She confronted Wanda and spun around, asking her “Do you think this outfit makes my butt look big?”

Wanda snickered a bit, but said “No.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.  All those fries and sundaes you have eaten; make your butt look big. Now get to work!”

Mindy was a bit depressed; but decided to keep the outfit on. She found it difficult to work in, as it was getting so tight; but was beginning to doubt her attractiveness. Most importantly, she worried about the extra pounds swelling her butt. She needn’t have feared, as most of the day the men’s eyes were riveted on her jiggling curves; as she moved to and fro.  It helped, that there was no room left underneath any more for underwear; so her nipples showed through the thin cotton, distracting attention northward. One would have thought, they would eventually erupt through it.  It was only after lunch break, when she bent down to pick up a dropped fork; that she realized, she was too fat for it. The rear of the dress split wide open; and she ran into the change room, holding the back closed.

She came out wearing one of Julie’s old outfits. Although it was somewhat too large; at least it was more practical. She also started wearing underwear, again. At least, at work.

She looked at herself in the mirror and said “Well, at least this one, will never be too tight. It’s a size six!” Wanda never said a word; but she remembered, that Julie had once said the same thing, many pounds ago.

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Chapter 13

In mid-August, there was one incident. A bunch of school age kids showed up; the wrong sort, to frequent a place like this. They rolled up in a $80,000 BMW, and waited for service. Mindy gasped, “Oh my God! I know these kids. They’re from my school.”

Concerned, Wanda offered, “Want me to wait on them?”

“ No” Mindy countered, “they’re my friends; it would look funny, if I ignored them.” She walked over and tried to act nonchalant;  despite her embarrassment, at working here. She also hoped, that the loose dress; would conceal her newly added 40-pound fat layer she was carrying around.

This hope was cruelly dashed; when the ringleader, Todd said “Hey, sweet cheeks, Mindy on duty? I heard she was working ‘round here, and I do mean round.” They all laughed, except Mindy; who was on the verge of tears.

“Knock it off” added Sadie, “can’t you see this is Mindy?”

Todd laughed  “Oh sorry, didn’t recognize you. Carrying a little more junk in the trunk, these days are we? And check out that belly. Maybe she is eating for two. Two pigs, maybe!” Then, he put his thumb up to his nose and made oinking sounds.

MIndy rolled her eyes and said “Okay, very funny. I put on a little weight. I get it. Are you going to order or not?”

The kids ordered a variety of items; but kept changing their orders; so much in fact, that she got confused. Wanda witnessed the whole thing, and though incensed, said nothing for now.

Mindy put the order in, and when she returned with the items; the kids tried to send nearly all of it back. “I said chocolate-not strawberry”, and “I wanted a cheeseburger-not a grilled cheese”, etc, etc. Mindy looked at all the food, and her heart sank.

Todd looked at her and prompted  “Well, come on tubbo. We heard you had to eat your mistakes; so get eating; or we aren’t paying.”

Mindy said “But...this is what you ordered. You kept changing your minds, maybe you forgot.”

Todd argued, “Hey you fat pig, you calling me a liar? Now take this crap away and eat it; or we aren’t paying!” He began to eat his fries and sat back in his chair, laughing.

That was enough for Wanda and she came over. “What’s the problem, here?”

Todd laughed and said “Porky here, screwed up our orders; and now she’s calling me a liar. I thought she was supposed to eat all this, if she screwed up.”

Wanda nodded understandingly, “Oh, I see. Well sir, if somebody did that; I guess that would be a fair punishment.” Then, the smile disappeared from her face; which zoomed alarmingly close to his, in the next sentence.

“Look, sonny. I heard everything, and she got the order right; despite your efforts to confuse her. Now, the bill is $46.25. Plus tip! I suggest you pay for it, and get the hell out of here; before I make you eat it all.”

Todd blanched for a second, and like most bullies; looked around, for support from his friends. “Really, Todd” scolded Sadie “it was supposed to be a little joke. You went too far. I’ll wait outside.”

She went over to Mindy and hugged her saying “Sorry. The curves actually do you justice; you look awesome! Anyway, see you in school.”

The rest of the kids left; leaving Todd to stare down the two waitresses. He snarled  “I’m not paying 40 bucks, for food I never ate. Fuck you.”

Wanda held out her hand patiently “$46.25. Plus tip. And you watch that mouth, sonny! I’ll slap that smirk off your face so hard; your kids will be born dizzy.”

He laughed and said “Screw the both of you.  You touch me, I’ll call a cop.”

“Allow me” countered Wanda, looking towards the door. Frank had come in for a coffee, and heard just enough. The rest of the kids had run off; when his cruiser pulled up.

“Little trouble, Wanda? Maybe I can help.”

Wanda waved him off “S’okay Frank. I got it, for now.”

This time, Mindy held out her hand; and Todd counted out $46.25, handing it to her.

“Plus tip”, Wanda reminded. She grabbed his wallet, took out ten bucks and handed it to Mindy. “That should cover it, I think.”

He stood to leave; but Frank stopped him, opining “You know young man; I think you do have a point. You shouldn’t have to pay, for food you didn’t eat. It’s not fair.”

Todd smiled at first, as the cop guided him to the table and Wanda was about to object; when he asked, “Nice car. Yours?”

“My mom’s, actually.”

“Mmmm. Figured so. Keys!”

“What? Asked Todd open mouthed.

“Keys, please. Now.”

Knowing better to argue; Todd handed them, to the officer.

“Now” Frank ordered;  “sit down and enjoy your dinner. When you finish, you get your car back. Oh, by the way, if it’s parked there more than an hour; I’ll have it towed. You’re in a red zone, genius.”

Dejected, the young bully sat down and ate. He never managed to finish it all; but once the car was towed; Phil handed him the keys and said. “Bye,now. Don’t come back, if you know what’s good for you.”

Todd glared at Mindy and menaced “I guess I’ll see you in school, too.”

Frank caught the tone and said. “You better be nice to her. My niece and I are close; and she tells me everything. Get it? Now get lost.”

The shaken youth scrambled for the door, and ran for the bus; trying to figure out a way, to tell his mom about the car.

Once he had left; they all had a good laugh, about it.

Mindy thanked Frank for his help and offered “Anything  can get you?  On me.”

Wanda steered her away and whispered. “He ain’t here for the food, honey; and he sure ain’t here, to see us!” As they went out back, she hollered over her shoulder “Sandy should be here, any minute. You know where the coffee is, by now. Help yourself.”

Wanda confronted her protégé out back, and said “You okay, kiddo? They said some pretty mean stuff, back there.”

“‘S okay” Mindy assured. “I really am getting kind of fat. Actually, I’m a bit worried what will happen; when school starts, next term. I used to be pretty; now, I’m a big blob.”

She was referring mostly to her lower regions, and as she said so; rubbed her ever-ballooning bum. It was swollen to 50 inches; dwarfing her voluptuous 42-inch chest, by far. Her thighs had thickened so much; they rubbed together under the size six dress. Said garment, now fit tighter than the sculpted one had; when it ripped. Her ass stuck out like a beachball, on each side; and she had a 12 inch shelf, projecting from the back.

“My God” she gasped. “I used to have an hourglass figure. Now look at me. More like a bowling pin, these days.” In spite of herself; she giggled a bit, at that.

Wanda consoled, “Shoot girl, you still got an hourglass figure; just over time, a little more sand run to the bottom; that’s all. Look at this, mine is way bigger than yours; and you don’t hear me complaining. Or my husband, for all that. You got to get it into your head; that most guys like a big booty. Look at Kim Kardassian, or JLo. Women would kill, to have that butt. You just need to get used to it. You meet the right fella, that ass will be your ticket out of here. Trust me”

She changed the subject “Look, we got to get back to work. I’m proud of the way, you handled that asshole. You got the order right, and you didn’t lose your cool.”

Mindy smiled “Thanks. And thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“No problem, baby girl. You’re still a pain in the ass; but you’re my pain in the ass; and no one is going to mess ,with my girl.”

They came back in the kitchen, finding Sandy in; but Frank had her in a booth talking; while they had coffee and cake.

Wanda asked, “Mind staying a few minutes, till Frank leaves? We owe him that, at least.”

“No problem.”

Wanda didn’t know it yet, but she had just made a friend, for life. She also was unaware, of how much, and how soon, she would need that friendship.

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Chapter 14

The summer flew by. September arrived, and Angie went back to teaching. Enrique came home in August, for a 3 week furlough; to see his now 160-pound wife. When Rosa got back in the third week; she said, she hadn’t seen the outside of a hotel room, for 6 days at a time! The day she arrived, Julie popped in, for a quick visit, too.

Except for the bikini photo, Sandy had never seen her in anything more exotic, than her waitress uniform, before. Now, she stood tanned ,and still dressed, in her summer casuals. It looked like Europe had agreed with her. The short jean skirt she was wearing, was absolutely skin tight; revealing every pound she added, to her much plumper posterior. Her upper thighs were massive; with a hint of cellulite, beginning to manifest itself, on them. Further north, her waist had thickened considerably, giving her a muffin top, paunch combo that poked out nearly six inches, in each direction. Her wardrobe did little to conceal this; as all she had on top, was a bikini bra, a string one at that. It barely contained her now massive boobs; which swayed back and forth, at the slightest hint of movement. The white fabric just met the edge of her erect nipples; which were evident anyway. They stood out like Bing cherries; stretching the thin fabric to near-transparency.

Sandy looked at her disapprovingly. “Julie it’s nice to see you; but you are making a bit of a scene.” Julie looked round and noticed that the customers, all men, were absolutely riveted at the spectacle.

Grabbing her by the arm, Sandy said “Grab a seat; I’ll get us a snack.”

While Julie did as she was told, Rosa walked by and introduced herself.” Looks like we will be working together, no?”

“Sure, if Phil lets me come back.”

Rosa said, “Don’t worry chica, he will; he told me he misses you. That’s our secret, though.”

Sandy came back and interjected “Rosa, I see you’ve met. Can you hold the fort? I want to catch up a bit.”

“Sure, take all the time you need. I can handle this.”

Sandy dropped a plate with Julie’s favourite, cheeseburgers and fries. Julie said “Oh my God, you read my mind. I’ve been dying, for one of Phil’s burgers, for months. The food over there, was pretty good, though. I think, I need to go on a bit of a diet, now that I’m home.” She patted the swelling curve of her pot belly. “Even I have to admit, I’m getting a bit fat.”

“Do tell” replied Sandy “with just a hint of sarcasm. How much do you weigh?”

Between bites Julie added “Last time I checked, about 200 give or take. You should talk. Looked in the mirror lately?”

Sandy looked down at herself and said “You’re right. Night shift was not for me, I’m over 400 now.” Actually, she was at 419 pounds; and had the 70-80-70 figure, to show for it. She was into the largest uniform the supply company had in stock; and it looked like it was sprayed on, as well.

Sandy picked away at her lasagna; while Julie was nearly finished, the burger plate. As she ate, her gigantic melons dragged across the table. Inevitably, she got a small spot of ketchup on the top of her breast. Sandy marvelled  “Those boobs are growing out of control; how big are they now?”

Licking her fingers Julie said “91 inches last time I measured them. I don’t know the cup size. Lately, I have been wearing halters, mostly.”

 Sandy gasped and said, “They’re bigger than mine; and I outweigh you by over 200 pounds!”

Julie nodded. “Yeah, tell me about it. Eric can’t believe it; but so far, he has done nothing to discourage me. In fact, he wants me to get even bigger. We’ll see about that, though.” She hefted them, adding “They must weigh 20 pounds each, by now. My back is killing me, by the end of the day. They get in the way a lot too.” This statement was reinforced, by her wiping the crumbs and ketchup from “up top” as she spoke. Finally she looked up, returning to the conversation. “You do look great, though. She rubbed her bulging stomach, musing “You know, the diet can start tomorrow. You think…?”

Sandy interjected “Way ahead of you” and she went in the kitchen. However, she came back, with only a plate for herself, explaining, ”Phil says, he will bring it out. He wants to say hello.”

Good as his word, he brought out the food; and glared disapprovingly, at Julie’s attire. She said “Everything ok?”

“ Sure” he said, “you start next week, as usual.?”

“As usual.”

He snorted “Good. You make sure you have proper clothes on, by then.”

She giggled and asked “You no likey? What’s wrong with this?

Without saying a word, he reached into his pocket; taking out a dollar bill. Folding it lengthwise; he tucked it, under her bra strap.

He said “That is how girls like that, get their tips. You wanna dress like that; go work on a street corner or in a strip bar.”

Without another word, he returned to the kitchen .

As summer wound to a close; Mindy went back to school, and quit working full time. It was alright, as she had lived up to her part, of the deal. She was also, nearly 60 pounds heavier, than she had been in June. Her new figure of 44-25-57, was the talk of the school, for a while.  As she had feared, some kids did tease her. But, more than a few boys were interested in her, and she got quite a lot of date offers. It gave her a new understanding of life’s values; and she started hanging in a new crowd, as well. She still came in and worked some weekends, or filled in, when anyone was off. Sandy suspected she was lonely, but didn’t pry.

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Chapter 15

As September wore on, the routine settled back to normal. Sandy went back on days, and Julie and Rosa, looked after the night shift. Julie tried to stabilize her weight; in part to keep her figure in check, in part to simply keep from falling over. Despite her best efforts; she gained 5 more pounds, in the first 2 weeks. Most of that, again, settled on the globes, growing from her chest.

Rosa was giving her a run for her money. Lately, she was eating like there was no tomorrow. By mid-month; she was up to 180. Her belly was protruding out most prominently, on top of which; her breasts had swollen to twice their size, even from the month before. There was scarcely a minute, when she wasn’t eating something.

Sandy noticed this, and confronted her.”Rosa, you can get too much of a good thing, you know. Enrique may not like all that blubber, you are putting on.”

“Blubber?” she pouted. “Feel this, it’s solid”, placing Sandy’s hand, on her rounded paunch. “The boobs, meh; show me a man who says he doesn’t like titties;  I’ll show you a liar.” She shook them back and forth, to emphasize the point.  “Besides, look at you. Pot calling the kettle black, no? How much do you weigh now chica?”

Sandy blushed. Rosa was right. She was up to 419 last month and had gone on a diet. Despite this, she was still at 418. “Never mind” she said. Sandy suspected that Rosa was hiding a secret. Her belly was hard but it shouldn’t have been. If Sandy poked her own, her finger sank in; right to the palm. Rosa’s was like rock. Sandy knew then she was pregnant; but didn’t tell anyone. Rosa would let everyone know, at the right time.

Next day, Sandy was getting ready to punch out, but Phil stopped her, adding, “Sandy, Wandy, mind staying a minute?” He locked the door; flipping the closed sign over. Wanda whispered to Sandy, “Oh-oh! This don’t look good. Phil’s never called a staff meeting, in all the years I been here.”

Phil cleared his throat and began speaking, looking down at the floor.”Girls, you know I inherited this place from my folks, years ago. Since then, it’s been my life. I work 15 hours a day; even live in a small room at the back. I don’t know nothin’ else.”

He pulled out a document he was carrying, and began to scan it. This is from the City. Building standards. Says we need to upgrade this place, or they will shut us down.

Wanda interrupted “What kind of upgrades?”

He continued “Oh, better access for handicap. Sprinklers. Fume hood in the kitchen. Staff washroom. The list goes on. Bottom line is; I just can’t afford it. The diner barely breaks even, so the bank won’t lend me the money.”

Sandy asked “How much money we talking, Phil?”

“Least $100,000. Maybe more.”

Wanda whistled. “How much time we got?”

Sadly Phil explained, “End of the month, we’re out of here. I’ll give you all, good references.” He wiped his face of tears, as he added “I m going to miss you all.” Then, fearing a scene; he stood to leave.

Sandy looked around at the blank faces; as Phil returned to the kitchen.

Rosa went back to eating her third piece of pie, in half an hour. Julie fussed with her dress, to keep her boobs from popping out. The dress would not button across her massive chest, anymore. She had resorted to leaving it mostly open; with a tube top underneath. Phil had not objected; but he had other things on his mind.

Then Wanda stood, and Sandy watched as her plump butt jiggled over to the counter, to get her keys. “Come on girls. We are down, for tonight. Let’s go home.”

Suddenly, Sandy had an idea. She asked  “Julie, what is Eric taking again?”

“Architecture, why?”

“Never mind. And you?”

“Business Admin.”

Sandy smiled coyly adding “Look, I have an idea. Bring Eric here tomorrow about 10. It’s not busy, then.”

Wanda inquired “What are you thinking of?”

Sandy shook her head. “Just wait till tomorrow. All will be revealed”

The women split up and Sandy ran things through her mind, on the subway.

She phoned Mindy at home; asking, “Mindy, your dad is loaded right?”

“Sort of” came the reply. “He runs a bank. Why?”

“Never mind, for now. Just come to the diner tomorrow at 10, please. Wanda needs your help.”

Sandy knew, that Mindy had grown close to Wanda over the months; though she didn’t know why. But she figured Mindy would not refuse, a call for help.

That done, she was still mulling things over in her mind; when she opened the door to Angie’s house. Odd. It was quiet. Most of the lights were out. She went in the kitchen; finding  a note.

Sandy. Sorry no dinner tonight. Maybe you can find something in the fridge. I went to bed early. Angie.

Concerned for her friend, she went upstairs, and knocked on the door. There was no answer.

“Angie it’s Sandy; you sick? Can I get you anything?”

Again no response; but Sandy knew she was in there. Actually she thought she could hear crying.

At that point Sandy said, “Angie I’m coming in.” She opened the door to find Angie sprawled on the bed, sobbing. She asked, “What’s happened? Did someone die?”

Then, it hit her like a thunderbolt. “Oh my God, it’s Frank. Was he hurt?” Her first instinct was that; as a police officer; he would be at risk someday.

Angie waved her hand and said “No, he’s fine.”

Sandy hugged her asking “Then, what’s wrong? Tell me, please.”

“Oh Sandy, I was fired today.”

Awestruck she repeated “Fired? What happened?”

Angie pulled a letter from the nightstand. “Read it for yourself.”

The phrases that caught her eye:

“You have been warned on several occasions that your weight would be an issue on your next medical exam…”

“The insurance underwriter can no longer insure people whose BMI exceeds…”

“…cannot be employed without insurance coverage…”

Sandy sighed and looked at Angie. “So they’re firing you, for being fat.”

Angie nodded. “Morbidly obese, they called it. Good grief, I’m a Home Ec teacher. Of course, I put on some weight. The football coach could be a body double for Norm from Cheers; but he gets to stay. It’s not fair!”

Drying her eyes Angie changed the subject. “Anyway, how was your day dear?”

“Funny you should ask. Look, come down and I’ll fix us something and we’ll talk ok?”

Rubbing her belly, Angie said “Sure. It will take my mind off it, anyway. Besides, might as well go for broke. Got nothing to lose, now.

The two chatted as they cooked and ate; while Sandy related her own sad tale.

Angie clucked compassionately “Oh, I’m so sorry, dear. Guess this isn’t our day, right?

Sandy offered, “Look, I’m working on a way out of my situation. I think you can come in handy. Come to work tomorrow at 10.”

“Okay” Angie agreed. “Nothing better to do anyway.”

The rest of the night, the two women practically emptied the fridge; but felt great the next morning.

Sandy arrived; putting a folder in the staff room.

After breakfast, the crowd thinned out as the rest of the girls showed up, Angie among them. Eric came in, just as the meeting was starting.

Wanda said “Now what?”

“Lock the door. I’ll get Phil.” On the way, she picked up her notes.

The pair came back and Phil asked “What’s going on here?”

“Another meeting” explained Sandy.

“Oh, really? About what?” He was a bit taken aback; at the temerity of his staff, to usurp his authority.

Sandy saw his mood and quickly interjected. “I think I know a way we can save this place. Not only that, we can actually make more money at the same time. Interested?”

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“Why not?” said Phil. “Got nothing to lose. Mindy, get some coffee for everybody please, honey.”

Mindy rose, to do as she was told; giving Sandy a chance, to check her out. Her upper story, was clad in a tight white sweater; which barely covered her now 44 inch boobs, nor the muffin top resulting from squeezing a 24-inch waist into a 20-inch waistband. Her belly pooched out more than 6 inches now. She massaged it unconsciously; looking for something to supplement the full breakfast she had eaten; both at home and here, twenty minutes ago. Scurrying around, she threw a dozen donuts on a plate; then began to put out the coffees. As she walked back and forth, it gave everyone a chance to check out her amplified posterior; no longer camouflaged in her loose dress. Now, she was wearing a pair of skin tight white jeans, displaying the twin globes of her bubble butt, sticking out another 4 inches further, than before. Despite their best efforts, both Phil and Eric were unable to conceal their stares; as her now 59-inch lower story, jiggled back and forth. Wanda thought to herself, she really does look like a bowling pin in that getup. Returning with a donut in each hand and one in her mouth; she dropped the plate. It was no sooner on the table; than Rosa was into them two at a time. That done, the meeting began.

Sandy began “Okay. This place is old and needs work. Right now, even if you had the money; it would take decades to pay off, at the rate this place is going.”

Phil smiled adding “Tell me something I don’t know, already.”

Sandy replied, “Well, I thought maybe we could spend a little more; to change our clientele. A lot of restaurants cater to certain tastes. Look how well the gay bars are doing!”

“Whoa” Phil sputtered. “No way, am I making this place, into a gay hangout.”

“Relax” she assured. “I had something else in mind. What about a fat-friendly bar? It’s been done before; but there’s none around here.” She dropped some printouts from web pages; showing several high-end New York restaurants, all full. “These places are a goldmine. People like me, need a place to feel they belong; where they feel safe and to meet others like them.”

Angie stood. “You mean people like us-right? Then Mindy stood as well, adding. “Like us!” She patted her behind; advising “I’m up to 175, now”; between bites of the last remaining donut.  Rosa shrugged, “Who am I kidding?”, then stood to join them. Wanda shook her head.  “Don’t look at me. I know I’m fat.”Julie paused a moment, pleading, “Could we just say plump, in my case?” Even so, she stood as well; although with difficulty. One of her boobs threatened to escape from its prison, on the way up; so she made a big fuss of stuffing it back in. “Sorry” she explained, with a red face. “I think I need new clothes. Mine seem to have shrunk a bit” Everyone laughed a bit, at that.

Sandy restored order. “One thing at a time. Phil, are you up for this? If so, we can carry on? It is your place, after all.”

“Okay” he nodded. “Let’s say, you got me half convinced. How do we do this; and by the way, why are Eric and Angie  here? They don’t even work here.”

Sandy elaborated “Well, I was hoping Eric could help us with the plans, a bit. I know he’s only a student; but at least we can get a start.” Eric piped up. “Actually, I have to do a project for school, anyway. I’ll be glad to help. If it keeps Julie happy, I’m happy.”

Sandy added, “And Julie can help with the business plan. As for Angie; she knows a thing or two, about food. She’s a Home Ec teacher. Her contribution would be a revised menu; maybe some sexier uniforms, too.” Julie smiled at that.

Phil snorted, “I don’t object; but this is all a waste of time. I can’t afford this.”

Sandy looked down at Mindy; who finally took the cue. “Oh, I think I can help with that.”

Phil laughed, “What, you gonna pay for it, with your tip money?”

Sandy interrupted “Phil ,please. Mindy’s father owns your bank. I think she can convince him to help us.”

Mindy elaborated, “Oh, I know I can. He’ll do what he is told; if he knows what’s good for him.”

Wanda scolded, “Mindy, I’m surprised at you. That’s no way to talk. I thought; we beat that little brat attitude, out of you.”

Mindy smiled, adding “You don’t understand. Daddy is the Bank President;  but he doesn’t own it.  I do.”

There were a few snorts in the background. Even Wanda started to chuckle. “You almost had me there, baby girl.”

Mindy replied “I’m serious. My mom’s dad started the bank, in the fifties. It should have passed on to Mom; but she died. Grandpa left it in trust to me until I turned 18. That happened, in April. I will get you the money; but you will need some collateral; but this place won’t be enough. Sorry.”

Sandy offered, “You leave that to me. For now, we meet every night here, after work. That okay, Phil.?”

He nodded “Sure. Like I said; nothing to lose.”

The next few days were a frenzy of activity. Angie revised menu selections with Phil; then reviewed her ideas for uniforms,for the girls. Eric needed a week; to complete a rough rendition, of the new look. Sandy meanwhile, made a few phone calls to contacts back home; for special financial arrangements.

By month end, the tentative plans were done; and they had prepared a business plan for the bank.

It was decided, that Phil needed to go and Mindy of course; who asked Wanda to come. “No thanks” she said. “My kids need me. Sandy should go. It was her idea, anyway.”

The three met Mindy’s father, the next day. He seemed to be quite a nice chap; considering the poor reviews, his daughter had given him.

He looked over the notes and drawings; finally commenting, “Looks pretty good. Not many people prepare this well. That’s why so many go under, in the first year. Now, about costs.”

Sandy said “Its all in there. We figure about $500k, to do it right.

“I see” he whistled. “What about collateral?” Phil offered “Well the building’s insured for $250k, right now.” He turned over the deed.

“Good. That’s a start. But, you still have a substantial mortgage; which you are already struggling to pay. Besides; we can only loan about half the value of the building out. So you would be $375k short. How do you plan to make up the difference”

Sandy piped in. “I have something to add. It’s private.” She looked at her companions, requesting “Give us a moment, please.”

After exchanging glances, the pair withdrew to the outer room.

Once the door was safely closed; Sandy produced the deed, to her New York condo. Handing it to him, she said, “It’s mortgage free;  appraised at $1 million.” Then, she handed her real estate broker’s card to him. Check it out.

“Hmm”, he wondered aloud. “How does a minimum-wage Chicago waitress, end up with a million-dollar New York apartment.?”

“Look” she offered “I wasn’t always a waitress. Life goes on, you know.”

He nodded in agreement “Do I ever.”

Sandy asked “Do me a favour, though?  I don’t want the others to know, about the exact nature of our conversation. Our little secret?”

“My lips are sealed. One condition-my daughter. She seems drawn to you people; so she’s happy for the first time, in years. That being said; I don’t want her involved, in this.” He handed over a sketch Angie had done, of a very revealing cocktail waitress outfit. “Also, I don’t want to look like the bad guy, here. Get enough of that, already.”

Sandy agreed “Don’t worry, sir. We love her; and would never allow her to come to any harm. She’s too young to serve alcohol yet, anyway. Angie can use her in the kitchen, if she wants to hang out.”

He pursed his lips and added “Ah, about that. Maybe, I should put my cards on the table.  I’m a bit worried; about all the weight she has put on. I’m not sure, that working in a restaurant; was the best idea, I’ve ever had. She’s gained 65 pounds, since June. If I don’t do something about this soon; she’ll be as big as…” Suddenly he stopped, realizing who he was talking to.

Sandy finished the sentence. “As big as me, maybe?” As she said this, she massaged her swollen belly; which was rumbling softly, but audibly. She fidgeted in the chair; which groaned back its protest, at the overload, it was being forced to burden.

He blushed “Sorry, no offence meant. I was going to say, her mother. She ever tell you, what happened to her?”

Sandy shrugged “Told Wanda she died; when Mindy was 10. They are becoming quite close, you know. I think your daughter needs a mother figure; not someone 2 years older than her.”

He rolled his eyes and said, “Want to hear the whole story? My wife was quite a plump girl, when we met. By the time we married, she was nearly 250 pounds. Having Mindy, pushed her to nearly 300. She tried dieting, but failed; so she decided, to go for liposuction. She died, three days after the procedure-blood clot. I never said anything, but Mindy is convinced; I forced her into it. I would have loved her no matter how much she weighed; but not all men, are so understanding. I want Mindy to have a fair start at life. If she gets much bigger, it will hold her back.”

“As far as my new relationship goes; it is not either of your business. I stayed single, while she was a little girl and she never wanted for love or attention. I will never forget her mother; but it’s been eight years. I am moving on with my life.”

Chastened a bit Sandy nodded “I see. Well, I will talk to Wanda; so she can break the news. It will be easier ,coming from her.” Sandy thought easier for me at least.

“Good. Call your friends back in.”

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Once everyone was re-seated, he said “Well, approval’s probably a formality; considering you have the major stockholder, on your side. Mindy smiled at that. “ I’ll present it to the board tomorrow, for review. Should have a release schedule for funds, in two-three days.  Mindy,  I will have the papers ready, for you to sign, tomorrow. See you at home honey.”

Mindy chirped “Ok, Daddy. Oh; I need a note. For school.”

Sandy laughed, as she pondered the paradox. Mindy was responsible for  a huge financial transaction; yet relied on her Dad, to keep her out of trouble, at school.

The trio left. In the elevator, Mindy beat Phil to the punch; saying, “That was easy.” She eyed Sandy warily and asked  “What else did you put up for collateral; to get us the rest of the way?”

“Not much”, was the cold reply. “Just maybe, my soul.”

“Huh”, Mindy puzzled. “Oh- wait. You didn’t offer to... I mean you were going to have…I mean…”

Sandy understood , shaking her head. “Mindy your Dad is a cute guy. But no; I don’t think I’m his type, anyway.

Now, Mindy laughed. “Trust me, you got two X chromosomes and a heartbeat. You’re his type.”

Sandy ended the conversation by adding, “Don’t sell him short. I think your dad loves you, more than you realize; and you may be mistaken, about some other things. Maybe you two should talk more.”

MIndy arrived with the papers, two days later; so Phil read them over. He liked everything, but two clauses. One said, that the facility would be wholly owned by Phil; but that Sandy would own the concept and franchise rights. “What’s that mean exactly?” he asked brusquely.

She explained. “Of course, you are the owner of record; since the building and permits are already in your name. I think, if this takes off; there will be imitators, looking to profit off our model. Instead of having competitors; we would set them up, as a sister concern, collecting royalties. That’s my end, for putting up the rest of the collateral.”

Pondering a moment, he nodded “Seems fair. What about the other-this profit sharing? You want me to split my takings with the staff?”

Sandy calmed him “Only 10%. You need to keep them on board and motivated; Julie especially. Look how much business dropped, while she was gone.” She showed Phil an artist’s concept of the outfit, Julie intended to wear.

Phil’s jaw dropped and said, “This is a business, not a brothel.”

Wanda jumped in “Oh hell Phil, snap out of it! There’s a difference between sexy and slutty. You’re right this is a business and right now, we need a gimmick, to draw people in. She’s it.” Looking over at Sandy she added  “You too. Lots of men like ‘em big, like you. No one’s coming in to look at this butt”, she laughed, slapping it hard for effect.

Mindy piped in, as Sandy blushed. “They may come in for this one, too” as she stood; wiggling back and forth provocatively. That was enough for Phil; who snorted as he shook his head. As he stood to leave, he said, “I will read these over again, but it seems okay.”

Mindy stood turned to leave, saying “I better get back to school.”

Wanda grabbed her arm “Wait a minute. We need to talk honey.”

Sandy stood to leave, but Wanda stopped her. “No way girlfriend. I’ll do the talking; but you need to stay. I’m not being the bad guy, here. We do this together.”

Sandy remained seated, and Wanda pointed to the table. “Please honey, it’s important.”

Mindy looked at their expressions, adding “Sounds ominous.”She went over to the counter, got a coffee, then, picked up a pie; that still had three slices in it, placing it on the table. Both of her companions protested, “Oh no thanks, not right now.” She looked at them, rather puzzled; then they realized; that she had only brought one fork and one napkin. She fully intended to eat all three herself ,right out of the pie pan. As if to reinforce that fact; she immediately started into them. “Sho’ wash up” she asked, between bites.

“Well” Wanda began, “It’s about your…involvement, in this little scheme. Your dad is worried about you. He thinks you are getting a bit too fat, right now, and that we are to blame.”

Still forcing the pie down, she stifled a laugh. “That’s rich. Looked at yourselves lately?”

Sandy stepped in. “That’s why we’re discussing this. Mindy, We are both older than you.  One day, you will discover; that as you mature, weight gain becomes easier and dieting is harder. You need to think about it now, before it is too late.”

Mindy snorted “I was fat, once. Right after my mother died, I gained a lot of weight. Doctor said it was due to stress, and partly due to genetics. Anyway, he sent me to some place called the Lewis Institute . I was there for a year, after 8th grade. That’s why, I am a bit older than my classmates.” Looking at Sandy, she said, “They could probably do something for you, too. It’s really expensive, though. Ever heard of it?”

Sandy blanched when she heard the name, but sloughed it off. “Oh sure, but you’re right; it is too rich for my blood.” However, they would come in handy; to shed this fat disguise, when this was over. The network would have to pay, of course.

She snapped back to reality, when Mindy slid the plate forward and belched; leaving only a few crumbs in the pan. “Anyway, I lived on crap like tofu and lettuce, for nearly 8 years, now. I didn’t miss real food; ‘cause I forgot how good, it tastes. I’m not going back, now. She looked down at her plump belly; stroking it like a puppy.

 Then, she stood to leave and Wanda pushed her back down. “There’s something else, baby. We have applied for a liquor permit. You can’t work up front, anyway. You need to be 21, for a lounge. Angie says, you can work out back with her and Phil, if you want.”

Mindy looked like, she was going to boil over  “I just lent you $500k!  For that, you want me to be a short order cook?” The three looked at each other in silence; then Mindy broke the ice, laughing uncontrollably.

“You guys. I got you! I don’t care if I can’t work up front. I just came back after school, started ‘cause I missed you. Kids in school were mean, at first. The cool kids, won’t have anything to do with me, now. Because I was once one of them; the misfits didn’t trust me either. Took a while, to get into the swing. Wanda helped me through that, and I just wanted to be with her. She’s the closest thing I’ve had to a Mom, in a while. I’m not hanging around here much longer, anyway. Once school finishes, I am out of here.”

Wanda inquired, “Oh yeah, to do what?”

“Travel some, see the world. Then college.”

Sandy snorted. “College? You?” Wanda slapped her behind for that. “Hey that’s my baby girl, you messing with.”

Mindy continued. “Surprised? Most people think I’m dumb, ‘cause I’m blond. Actually, I am a straight-A student and got early acceptance, to several good schools. I think I may try Cal Tech.”

Stifling a smirk, Wanda said, “What are you going to take?”

Proudly she added “Aeronautical Engineering. People been telling me all my life, I’m no rocket scientist. So, I’m going to prove them wrong.”

The three laughed out loud at that and they concluded the matter; saying she would always be welcome; but under the conditions stipulated.

Mindy advised “Look, I got to go use the washroom? Think you can rustle up a couple cheeseburgers and two large orders of fries to go?”

 Wanda looked at Sandy, rolling her eyes.

Mindy understood  “Oh they aren’t all for me. One order, is for my driver. He didn’t get lunch yet; but  I still need him, to take me to school. I’ll pay.”

“Right” said Wanda. “No problem. Don’t worry, about the money. You just signed off, on $500k. That’s a pretty big tip, in my book. Phil won’t mind.”

Off she went, while Wanda started packing up her meal. She put the two burgers and fries, all in one container. Sandy stopped her, saying “Wait, that’s two orders, better split ‘em up.”

Wanda laughed, handed her a third burger and said “Here. Take this out to him, before Mindy gets back. I know my girl, like the back of my hand. That poor man, has a better chance of becoming the next president; than he has of getting any of this food.” While Sandy was gone; she threw a half-dozen donuts in a bag, piling it on top.

MIndy came out, with a hug, offered an adieu  “See you soon. I want to help as much as I can.”

Wanda assured her “You done lots already, baby girl. You take care and get this stuff out there; before it gets cold.”

Mindy waddled off and true to form; placed the whole order, on the back seat. It was gone, including the donuts, before they had gotten halfway to school.

Sandy came in and saw Wanda wiping her eyes, and stifling a sob. “She really got to you didn’t she, with that speech. That must have been hard, for you.”

Wanda waved her off “Shoot girl, she’ll be back. If she don’t, I’ll track her ass down.”

Sandy giggled “Well that shouldn’t be too, hard given the size of it, lately. By the way; you shouldn’t be so hard, on yourself. You have a nice full figure too, and legs to die for. In a short tight skirt, you could drive men wild. On the other hand…” She rubbed her hand over her own massive paunch and slowly caressed her ever-expanding rear end.

Now it was Wanda’s turn to lecture “Girl, I meant what I said, earlier. Lots of men like women your size. Bigger even.”

Sandy probed “Really? Like Angie?”

“Hell no- bigger. Look. I did some research of my own, and it seems, you are right. This is a growing industry. We are really onto something, with this place.” She produced some printouts; from some of the more popular FA and BBW sites. Sandy looked at the pictures, exclaiming, “Oh my God; some of these women; weigh as much as me and you, put together!”

Wanda nodded “I think we found our client base. We can advertise, in the classifieds on this site, for free. Lots of people in the Chicago area, looking for just exactly; what we have to offer.”

“Really” said Sandy. “I will have to check it out.”

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The next few weeks, were hectic with preparations. The restaurant finally closed up; with Phil looking after most of the construction supervision; while Julie did a business plan and a budget.

Angie worked up a new menu; also coming up with some ideas, for new outfits. She mentioned to Wanda “I’ve come up with ideas for the girls we already have; but we need to know the sizes, for the new girls.”

Wanda asked “New girls?”

“Of course” said Angie. “You’ll need at least four more waitresses, to cover the later hours, and a bartender. You’re the head waitress; it makes sense that you hire them.”

Wanda panicked; realizing she was right. “No one said it was up to me; I didn’t put out any ads!”

Sandy piped in. “Relax. I did it, already. Posted some ads in those sites you showed me.”

“Here’s a copy:”

Wanted for new fat-friendy bar in Chicago suburb. Like-minded servers. Exp preferred. No barriers.Email resume with photo….

She dropped a dozen applications on the table. “These look promising. We had over 700 applications. Took me three days, to read them all. I’ve emailed them, and interviews will start tomorrow.”

“Thanks” said a grateful Wanda.

And interview, they did. Angie decided to sit in with them, to discuss what they would wear, if hired.

The list pared down to four:

Bobby, another 200 pound college student, with raven hair. She liked Angie’s suggestion, of a larger version of Kate Beckinsale’s outfit, in Underworld.

Gina, who weighed 250 and was going to stuff her massive frame, into a French maid outfit.

Farah, a 180 pound Moroccan beauty; who showed up in her belly dancing costume; performing  a little dance. She got the job, before a word was spoken.

The piece de resistance was Ursula. Her 325 pounds, was absolutely poured into the dirndl, she had brought from home. With her pigtails, she could have been a spear holder in a Wagnerian opera.

They also filled the bartender position, at least one of them. Wanda was delighted to see another African-American, in the form of Denice. And what a form it was. She was 6 foot 9 inches tall. Her frame had filled out some, from her college basketball days; but it was still apparent she was one tough cookie. When they asked what she wanted to wear; she produced a picture of herself, in a Halley Berry Catwoman outfit, complete with whip.

Wanda whistled. “Guess you’re in. And tell Phil, we don’t need a bouncer now!” They all got a bit of a laugh, at that one. They would need at least one more bartender and a few more girls; when (if?) it got busier; but it was a good start.

Wanda cautioned “You know Phil is going to freak when he sees these outfits. They are just on the edge, of being obscene. One of them is bound to cross the line. I’m betting Julie.”

 Her first suggestion of a Holstein cow outfit; had been rejected, as being impractical. The entire outfit was made of black and while spandex, except for the low cut portion, over her boobs; which was coloured pink, to suggest udders. The suggestion was not really necessary. Now at 210 pounds, her ever expanding figure,measured up at 97-26-46. There was no room under the costume for underwear, top or bottom. Problematically, boobs that big simply would not stay, inside the outfit. As she walked to and fro,one or the other would slowly escape. Even standing still, they only thing holding it up, was her nipples. Wanda pointed out, that she would need to remove it; every time she needed to pee, as well. That settled the argument; so she decided on something else; but not before Sandy got some excellent pictures of her, in it.  The alternative was a plus-size version of Princes Leia’s slave outfit. Sandy joked “If you get a choker, maybe I can dress up as Jabba the Hut!”

The line of good taste was crossed, but not by Julie. It was from Mindy, that the assault centred. She showed up, just before opening week and Wanda gave her a hug. “Been a while. Good to see you, girl. What’s in the suitcase? You didn’t run off now did you?” suddenly, concerned.

“No Ma’am. It’s my outfit.”

“For what?”

Mindy continued “For here. You did say, I could work in the kitchen.”

Rolling her eyes Sandy prompted, “I promised your dad…”

Mindy waved her off. “Yeah, I know. He’s not home. There’s no one to talk to, but the housekeeper; and she only speaks Spanish. I’m lonely and bored. All I have to do at night, is watch tv and eat. I gained more weight at home, than I did here. I’m up to 200 already!”

That much looked true. Her body had swollen even more in the past few weeks; now tallying  up at 47-26-67.

Wanda sighed  “You can’t work here honey. You need to be 21. Can’t afford to lose our licence, the first day.”

“Relax”, Mindy assured. “I checked. It’s a restaurant, not a bar so I can work here; just not serve alcohol. Figured I could help out in the kitchen, like you said.”

Sandy thought a moment, asking “Can you even cook?”

Mindy laughed, “Not even toast! But I can learn. Meanwhile, got a dish washer, or busboy…er, girl?”

Wanda said “She’s got a point, there. We forgot about that.”

Sensing victory Mindy added “Look, I even brought my own outfit.”

Sandy added “If you keep a low profile; I’m sure we can work something out.”

Mindy jumped up and down, cheered then hugged them both.

Wanda added. “One more thing. I know your fashion sense, or lack of it, to be exact. I want to see this outfit, of yours.”

“Sure”. Their new busgirl disappeared, into the back. She came into the dining room a few minutes later. Wanda and Sandy stood open-mouthed, silent. Angie covered her mouth, exclaiming “Mother have mercy. Is she crazy?”

One of the painters dropped his brush, onto the floor. It startled his daydreaming colleague below;  just in time, to keep him from sawing off, his own fingers.

Wanda had never seen an anything quite like this. On her feet, she had stiletto-heeled white patent leather boots, that went to mid-thigh. Must have cost a fortune ,she thought.

On top, she had a pretty white chef’s hat. It was what was in between; that everyone was concerned about.

She was wearing a white chef’s apron, or her concept of it. It had been altered up top, to a plunging v-neck . It looked like it had stitched-in push up bra cups; which showed her now ballooning boobs to great advantage. They still had freedom of movement; so every manouver was telegraphed, by their gentle undulations.

The bottom of her apron, left a gap; about 6 inches of bare skin between it ,and the top of her boots. It was a sexy apron, in fact. Problem was, it wasn’t really over anything. It was all she had on, or so it seemed.

Wanda panicked, scolding “What’s wrong with you, girl! You can’t dress like this, for work. You take that off!  I mean, you back out of here, before Phil sees you; and take that off right now!”

“Don’t worry”  Mindy giggled. “It’s just an illusion. I got something else underneath; on the bottom anyway.” She spun around and revealed her bare back and her “something else”. It was the bottom, to a string bikini. The entire piece of fabric; would have fit, under a dollar bill. It displayed her ever-expanding rear globes, in all their glory. “See” she said, “no problem”; then shook her money maker, for all it was worth. “Everything even stays put. I checked. I won’t pop out, like Julie.”

“M-hm”, mused Wanda as she sidled up. “Well, my new busgirl; what if you got a tray full of dishes in your hand, and some drunk does this?” She reached over quickly, pulled one of the strings and the bottom fell off. “Now, he can see what little girls are made of.” She was facing the other way, so no one could actually see anything; while she quickly re-dressed herself.

Wanda scoffed “I give it about 5 minutes, before that happens. Need more convincing? Look over there!” The two workman had not moved, since she walked in. They stood transfixed, staring at her intently; hoping she was wrong, about stuff not popping out.

“Now girl, there’s nothing wrong with being sexy. But, this ain’t it. We need to tone it down a bit. Besides, that bikini bottom is seriously too small, for that butt now, child. You trying to wallpaper a room, with a postage stamp!” She gave the young woman a playful slap on the butt, adding “Hourglass sand’s flowing down pretty serious, now. What you been eating? You’ll be as big as me, soon.”

Massaging her massive flank; Mindy explained “It fit last spring break.” Then, she rubbed her belly and admitted “Guess I have been overdoing it, a bit. I am trying, though. All I had to eat last night, was one serving of chicken and one piece of Black Forest Cake.” She didn’t mention, that the serving was one entire chicken. Technically, if you didn’t cut it, eating a whole cake right from the box; did constitute one piece.

Wanda continued her critique. “Those boots are cute; but stiletto heels and wet kitchen floors don’t mix. You need to get rid of those, too.”

Sandy thought there would be a huge fight, but Mindy relented. “It’s okay; I got a Plan B, just in case.”

“Good” said Wanda. “Let’s see it.  Anything, would be better, than this.” In a minute, she came back with a similar look. This time, she had a pair of white knee-high Doc Martins on.  The rest appeared to not have changed, until she quickly stripped away the apron.

Once everyone’s heart started again, she said, “See? I put a nice backless halter top and a pair of shorts, underneath. Now I can be comfortable and still sexy, right?” The shorts were spandex, skin tight and cut just to the line, of her upper leg. You could see every pound she had added, to her massive rear end; as well as the cellulite, collecting on her upper thighs. The waistband was losing the struggle, to prop up her growing paunch; adding to her new 26-inch waistline. Despite her increased girth, it was dwarfed by her now massive 32-inch thighs; which bulged out in every direction. Her legs were so fat; she could no longer stand with her feet together, which got worse, when she sat. At least, this outfit would stay on.

Wanda rolled her eyes and surrendered “If Phil agrees, okay with me.” She suspected, this was the outfit that Mindy had planned on, anyway. She had brought the other outrageous one in, as a bargaining ploy. Wanda muttered “Played by a schoolgirl. Again.”

Phil was not happy; so they finally settled, on a compromise. The outfit could be worn; but Phil insisted on no bare legs, for safety reasons. The hot pants were swapped, for a full length white leotard. Mindy was happy, and the clients were in for a treat.

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Chapter19

The end of the month was nearly here; with Sandy anticipating the end of her ordeal. She was struggling to find privacy these days, to complete her paperwork; but at least she could go to bed earlier, at night. Phil had accepted Angie’s offer, of a spare room; while the construction carried on. There was no water or power at the restaurant ,while the upgrades continued. Besides; the noise and the mess, made the place unliveable.  Her two housemates would review different menu items; then Angie would show Phil how to make them. Quite often ,they would then eat them, together. Angie was actually eating less doing this, so began to lose weight. Phil on the other hand, put on 10 pounds, in no time flat!

Neither seemed to notice or mind; so Sandy suspected, they were becoming a bit of an item. This was confirmed one evening; when she could hear snoring coming from Angie’s room. Male snoring.

Nothing was said and Sandy kept their secret.  It would come out in time; but it was better coming from them. Frank knew, of course. He didn’t even have to pry it out of Sandy; he could tell by the way Angie smiled and the way the two looked at each other; that in his words they were “getting it on”.

Sandy relished the time, in another manner. She and Frank were getting closer, too. The night Angie was fired;  she really had been concerned he had been hurt. Since then, she began to realize, she had strong feelings for him. He was not much to look at, nor a big bread winner; but he was a good man. If she read the signals right, he was fond of her too.

The month of October wore on. The place was beginning to shape up; with everything on schedule, for the November 15 grand opening.

Sandy and Frank had started to go out a bit, just to give Angie privacy. Within a week however, Sandy fell for him, hard. One evening, she called Angie; to say she would be staying the night, with “a friend”.

“Bout time” she snickered. “I was wondering, when you two, would finally admit it. Say Hi to Frank for me.”

Now it was doubly hard for her, to get her work done. She would often stay up late, when she was home; discreetly typing the myriad of documents she needed for the program. The pace was brutal; what with the new duties in the reorganization, as well. Eventually she was bound to make a careless mistake.

November came and with it, the deadline of her story; ending her undercover ordeal .She looked forward to her new challenges and a return to a decent income. Mixed with that, there was a certain reluctance to leave this life behind; with the friends and obligations she had made, on the way. She booked a flight to New York; musing how she was going to resolve all her personal and professional obligations. She realized that she had broken a cardinal rule; becoming emotionally involved with a story. Financially too, once you factored in the apartment. No longer a reporter telling a tale; she had immersed herself in its details and become the central part of it.

Her concentration was broken, by a call to the phone. It was Frank. He sounded nervous; asking if they could have dinner tonight, someplace nice. “Sure” agreed Sandy “I would enjoy that.” It would give her a chance to reflect and figure out, how to tell him the truth.

Dinner was subdued, then; Frank asked her to come home with him, for a drink. “We need to talk” he said. He had taken the words, right out of her mouth.

Once settled, he began a rather nervous preamble; stating that although they had been dating only a short while; they knew each other well and he was very happy with her. Suddenly, Sandy blanched; realizing where the conversation was going.

She stopped him cold. “Frank, wait. I think I know where this is heading, but I need to tell you something, first.”

Grateful for the sudden reprieve, he warned “Really. This is important.”

She countered “Well, this is even more important. I think I’ve fallen in love with you; but I need to tell you that if you feel the same; I’m not the person you think I am.”

Fearing his reaction she paused and he prompted “Go on.”

Throwing caution to the winds she started “Frank, I’m not really a waitress; I’m a network TV journalist. My latest assignment, was doing an undercover story; on the trials and tribulations of people like Angie.” Then, she took stock of herself. “Like me, actually.” She then related the whole story, up to and including today.

He took it all in quietly “So all of us, me, Angie, the diner, were just a project. A story?”

Sandy began to cry a bit. “Yes, at first. I didn’t know you, then. But now, I’m not just writing the story. I’m a part of it; a big part. Emphasis on big. I did lie to you and everyone else a bit about my past, but only to keep my cover. I had no choice. If you found out; they would fire me and cancel the story. Once I began to live like this; I didn’t care much about getting fired. I wanted the story to get out, though.”

He nodded, adding “What about us? Am I just a story?”

She grabbed his hand and looked deep into his eyes. “No, never. What we have, is real. I love you. And Angie, is like a sister to me. I would never do anything, to hurt either of you.”

Fearing he would be angry or hurt, she waited for his reaction, then; was surprised to see him smile and actually chuckle, a bit. “I already knew most of it. The rest I kind of figured out, for myself.”

Sandy’s jaw dropped. “You knew? When? How?”

“How part’s easy; I’m a cop right? I’ve known who you were, more or less; from the day after you started at the diner. Since you seemed harmless, I didn’t say anything. Besides, I was attracted to you and didn’t want to scare you off.”

Sandy blushed and said, “I thought I covered my tracks, pretty well. How’d you figure it out?”

“The purse. My partner told me, that it was worth at least $2000. It got me to wondering, how a destitute waitress, could afford it. Then, we ran it for prints and your file came back. Then, when I saw your picture, I figured it out.

Puzzled Sandy asked “My prints?”

“Sure, did you forget you were printed for security; when you covered the G8 summit, a few years back? They are still on file.”

Forgetting her carelessness for the moment; Sandy pressed, “Can you forgive me?”

He waved his hand, adding “Nothing to forgive. Long story short, it’s fine. I really fell for you, after what you did for my sister and your colleagues. You saved their jobs and my sister got her dignity back. In fairness, you do have to tell them though, before you leave.”

“Leave?”

“That’s what you were going to tell me, right? You are going back home. To New York. This is goodbye…”

She assured him “Frank I do have to go to New York this week; but I’m coming back ,in a couple days. For what it’s worth this is home, now. Maybe, I can get a job in the local station, here. So you can keep what you wanted to ask me, till I get back. By the way just for the record, the answer will be yes!”

They hugged, kissed, then made love; before they decided they’d better break the news, to Angie and Phil.

Angie was less understanding at first; which was understandable, given she had taken her in. More to the point; she had shared things with her, that she had never told anyone, because she was fat, too.

Sandy explained, “Look; that was the point. You would never have opened up, knowing I was a reporter; especially, if we didn’t have this, in common.” She shook her belly with both hands, as she said it. “This isn’t a disguise. For a year, I really was a fat waitress.

Angie looked at the picture Frank had downloaded “So, this was really you, last year? I wouldn’t have thought it possible. How much, have you gained?”

Sandy said “More than three hundred pounds, to date. The network, only made me get to 200.” Looking at Phil and Angie, she feigned anger, adding “You and Phil, are to blame for the rest. But my new physique, was the critical part of the project. Believe me, lots of people have opened up to me because of it; so I have a lot to tell the world, about what it’s like, to live like this. But don’t worry; I am bound by ethics to get releases. We can’t divulge any conversations, without permission.”

Phil was more philosophical. “For a reporter, you were a damn good waitress. Without your plan, I would have lost the place. Not only that, you helped Angie; and that bought us together. So, you leaving now?”

“Just for a few days, I hope. I need to file this story, then; apply for a transfer.”

Phil offered “Hey, it don’t work out; I still got a job for you. Besides, the place is half yours now, really.”

They said their goodbyes and Sandy went back to Frank’s for the night. She left for New York, the next day.

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Chapter 20

The beginning of the trip; was not a good omen. She had pre-booked a cab; that arrived in plenty of time, for her flight. However, when he looked at the size of his passenger, the driver balked. “Sorry Lady, you are not getting in this cab.”

Her anger flared and she said, “And why not?”

He explained, “Nuttin’ personal; you are just too big! You won’t fit in the seat. Cars are smaller, now. You should know that.” Sandy didn’t take that, into account. She had been taking the subway, or riding in Franks van, lately. Last time she rode in a real car, was 300 pounds ago. Realizing he was right; there was no point in taking it, out on the driver.

“What do I do now?” she pleaded.

“You should have called the Wheel Trans. First time?”

“Uh,-yes, actually. Isn’t Wheel Trans for handicapped?”

He corrected “It’s for anyone with special needs. No offence, but anyone your size, is handicapped. At least, as far as the law says.”

“No offence taken” she said icily. “Think you could call them for me?”

“Sure” he said, “go back upstairs and they will phone you.”

Puzzled she echoed “Phone me?”

“Oh yeah, service takes about 2 hours. There’s a lot of clients in a city this size.”

Reaching into her wallet, she offered, “I need to make this flight”; showing him $100.“This is for you, if you can get someone here, in 10 minutes. There will be $100 for him, too.”

Money talks, and so did the driver. “He will be here, any minute. If it’s all the same, I told him it was $50. I need to cover my trip here.”

She understood his meaning; that, he would keep $150, for himself. “No problem, but if it’s all the same; I will pay you, when he gets here.”

A bit miffed at her lack of trust, he was only delayed about 5 minutes; and the transactions were completed. She arrived at the airport, with a half-hour to spare.

The flight was a horrible experience. Once she arrived at the check-in booth; she presented her ticket to the clerk. The young woman eyed her critically “Ma’am, I can’t put you on this flight. It’s fully booked; but you need a large seat. There aren’t any left and if I put you in coach; you will occupy more than one seat. Not only, that it’s by the exit.  FAA regulations, don’t allow disabled passengers to sit there; so they won’t block the exit, in an emergency. Sorry.”

“What?” said Sandy. “I never heard of this!”

The clerk shrugged “Well, you must have known already. According to this ticket; you flew on this flight, last year. How in the world, did you get that seat last time, I wonder?”

Sandy looked downcast and began to well up. “I’ve gained a bit of weight since then-300 pounds, actually.”

The clerk burst out laughing “Good one. Like that’s possible. You almost had me, though. No one could get that fat, in a year. Looking her over once again, she commented, “We just  might have to measure you up, though.  In case, you won’t even fit, through the door! Maybe you could take the train.”

That was it. Sandy started to weep, uncontrollably. The man behind her, handed her a hankie and his wife glared at the clerk. “Really” she scolded “I have never seen, such rudeness!” She was going to send for the supervisor, on Sandy’s behalf; but he had noticed something was amiss, and stepped in.

He began “Maybe, this would be a good time, to take your break. I’ll take over for a bit. We’ll talk about this later.” The chagrined girl slunk off and the manager said, “Miss just let me clear this couple and I will see if I can fix this.”

The couple went on their way and the manager listened to her version of the story. He said, “Actually she was correct about the FAA regulation; but she could have handled the situation, better. I’m sorry we really have no way to put you on this flight; but if you allow me to bump you, I can have you on one 2 hours later. I’ll even upgrade your ticket to First Class, for the inconvenience.  Deal?”

“Deal” she agreed. “Thank you.”

Once he had finished the arrangements he reached under the counter and gave her a voucher. “It’s for the buffet, in the flight lounge; seeing as you will miss lunch.”

She stroked her massive paunch and said, “Can’t have me missing a meal, can we? Hollow reed like me, would blow away.” They both enjoyed a short chuckle, at that.

She thanked the man for his courtesy and waddled over, to the buffet. Right away, she felt uncomfortable. The host eyed her suspiciously; then, once she was seated, pointed at her and whispered to the waiter. Both of them, were stifling snickers.

After a few minutes, he came over. Before she could say anything he blurted “It’s all you can eat lady, but be warned! We charge extra, for heavy eaters.”

“Really” she said caustically. “And how would you define that, exactly? By the plate, by the trip, or just by my appearance?”

He leaned into her, whispering “Look Shamu, let’s be honest with each other. We don’t care, if you eat here, or not. This isn’t the Four Seasons, and we don’t need to beg for customers. No one gets that fat, eating cottage cheese and lettuce. You take what you want, and I’ll let you know.”

Livid, she agreed. “Fine.” She had gone in, determined to eat light; both for her figure and because she was flying. That idea went out the window, now. Too bad, there was no camera here. She intended to set a new standard for gluttony, and did.

After her fifth helping, she stopped counting. She ate 3 lobsters alone and two helpings of prime rib.

After consuming most of a cherry cheesecake and 2 pieces of apple pie; she sat back, rubbing her belly, to settle the massive meal. Nearly everyone in the room; was staring at her. In fact, even people who were not diners; were staring in the window. She belched softly; beckoning the waiter over. Glaring at her he asked sarcastically. “Anything else I can get you, ma’am? Hip of beef perhaps?”

“No, sweetie, I think I’ve had just about enough of this place. Fact is, you could say, I was just about fed up. “

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You figure it out. Just bring the bill.”

He couldn’t move fast enough and she eyed the check. “Hmm $99, eh?  Bit more, than the $14.95 menu price.”

“Don’t like it eat somewhere else”, he said. “What you ate, could feed a family for a week.”

“Think so?” she said. Rubbing her tummy again, she said, “Probably gained ten pounds, then. Thanks.”

The waiter sighed “If madam could settle up, and be on her way…”

“Sure sport,” she said, producing the voucher. “here you go. Knock yourself out! Hope they put a tip in there, when they pay you; ‘cause you’re not getting one from me!”

She struggled to her feet and waddled off; leaving the dumbstruck young man, standing there.

The flight was equally embarrassing; as the stewardesses struggled, to find a seatbelt extender, large enough for her. One whispered in her ear. “Did you use the washroom? I don’t think you will find the ones on the plane, will be large enough to accommodate you.”

This “whisper”, was actually loud enough, for her neighbours to hear. She could sense their stifled giggles, at her expense. Red-faced she just replied. “Yes, actually I went earlier and it’s only a two hour flight. Should be okay.”

Upon landing, she knew better this time; taking the airport train downtown, then the subway. Other than that, her return home was uneventful; until she got to her apartment. Going to the front door, she was stopped by the doorman; who asked her, her business. “Going to my apartment” she replied, with some indignance.

“Really,” he said “and what apartment is that? I don’t recognize you.” He was trained to spot con artists and sales people, trying to sneak in.

Sandy rolled her eyes impatiently “Okay, let me prove it. Your name is Charlie McHenry; you live in the basement. Last year, I got you a bottle of Chivas for your birthday; and you nearly got fired for being drunk on the job.”

He stared at her for a moment; suddenly recognizing her. “Alex… Is that really you? I thought you were on assignment, overseas. What happened to you? You got so …” He stopped short of saying the f word

“It’s okay, you can say it. I’m fat. Really fat! Hugely, grotesquely, fat. I get it. Look Charlie, it’s a long story and if it’s all the same; could you please just let me in. I’ve had a lousy day and want to get some rest.”

She went in and re-familiarized herself with the place; after 15 months. She decided, a long soak, would do her good. She also bleached her hair back, then added straightener;  as if that, would instantly make her more recognizable.

 

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Chapter 21

Next day, she caught a Wheeltrans, for her meeting. This time it was at NAPS headquarters downtown. The receptionist didn’t bat an eye at her figure. No point, she had to be close to 350 pounds, herself. “Mary’s on the phone. Maybe, I can show you to the boardroom”. She led the way, leaving her there, all alone.

There was a pitcher of coffee and 3 cups there, as well as a tray, of desserts. Sandy instinctively helped herself to a coffee. After 5 minutes or so, the smell of the Danish, was too much to resist; so she ate one. Then, another. In no time, she was eating like a woman possessed; finishing the last, when Mary strolled in.

She displayed no surprise, at the obvious changes, to her appearance. She only offered the comment, “See you found the snack tray. Did you enjoy it, dear?”

Sandy reddened at her gluttony. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay dear, I bought them for you. Heard you had developed, a bit of a sweet tooth. On to business then? Andrew’s on his way. He got stuck in traffic, and will be here soon. Meantime, let’s have a look at you.”

Sandy stood to reveal herself in her full glory. Mary said, “Well, you certainly kept up your end of the bargain, and then some. Just how much have you gained?”

Without speaking, Sandy produced the spreadsheet, handing it over.

The completed chart read thus:

Week

Weight

Bust

Waist

Hips

Start

105

35

20

35

1

107

35

20

35

2

111

36

21

36

3

116

37

22

37

4

123

38

23

38

5

133

39

25

39

6

147

41

28

41

7

162

43

31

43

8

175

45

33

45

9

189

47

36

47

10

202

49

38

49

11

216

50

41

50

12

233

52

44

52

13

238

53

45

53

November

273

56

52

56

December

298

59

57

59

January

315

61

60

61

February

332

62

63

62

March

357

65

68

65

April

368

66

70

66

May

379

66

72

66

June

401

68

76

68

July

415

70

79

70

Aug

419

70

80

70

Sept

418

70

80

70

Oct

410

69

78

69

 

Mary did not seem fazed by the figures “Mind if I verify it, just for my benefit?” She pulled a scale from under the table and said “Hop on”.

Rolling her eyes, Sandy said “Let’s get this over with”, as she stepped on. The scales stopped at 425. “That’s not right” she  protested ”your scale must be off!”

“Really?” said Mary. “When were you last weighed?”

Sandy pondered “About 2 weeks ago, and I’ve been on a diet!” She knew she was kidding herself. Her diet had been a joke and she probably gained 2 pounds, just at the buffet, yesterday. With Sandy was on the verge of tears, Mary interjected, “Not so easy, is it? I see by this chart, you have been up and down, a bit.”

“I know” sniffed Sandy. “I tried to lose weight. I really did!”Then, Mary did something surprising. She walked over and gave her a hug; wiping her tears with a hankie. She said “I know. Story of my life, actually.” It finally hit home. Sandy realized that losing weight, was not necessarily a choice open to all. Sitting down she said “Well what next?”

Mary replied “Seeing as you kept your part; first I sign off on the lawsuit…There. Next, we wait for Andrew.” No sooner had the words left her mouth; than he appeared in the doorway.

He took one look at Sandy and said “Alex, good to see you again. You look well.”Oddly, he made no other comment about her appearance.

She returned the gesture enthusiastically. “Hi Andrew, it’s good to see you, too. Actually, I’ve been going by the name Sandy, for a while now. Like to keep it that way; if it’s all the same.”

“Whatever” he continued.” Look, I have some other things to attend to today; so if we could just make this brief….” Both women were annoyed a bit, at his brusqueness. It was he who was late, after all.

“First order of business-the lawsuit.” Mary handed over the signed release “It’s all notarized.” Andrew witnessed it, putting his copy in the briefcase.

He looked over at Sandy. “Now, about the story…”

She interrupted  “There is still one more item”. Looking at Mary, she added, “When we first met; you mentioned a lawsuit and an apology. “The lawsuit, is taken care of”, as she gestured to her massive body, “because I lived up to my end. But you never got your apology.”

Taking her hand she said “Mary, I’m so sorry I said all those cruel things, to and about people like you. Like ...us, actually”, she corrected.“ I didn’t realize; the hell, most of you were going through. I sure do now and can’t wait to tell the world. That being said; I hope you can find it in your heart; to forgive me.”

Mary patted her hand soothingly. “Already done, dear. Now you can return, to living the rest of your life.”

Andrew cleared his throat and said “Okay that’s settled, can we finish up? Alex/Sandy whatever.  What have you got to show for your efforts?”

She produced a file folder with interviews, photos and testimonials. Also, she had the results of her job searches and her own experiences, in diarised form. That portion alone, was over 100 pages. She added “On top of this, I have video and audio files, for backup. If you give me a couple staff; we can edit this down to an hour show, in a couple days. Should be air-ready, by November sweeps. You could see, she was genuinely excited, at the prospect.”

“Ah, about that” he said. “The powers that be; have reassessed their priorities, on this. It’s an election year, we’re fighting a war, and the economy is in the sewer. I really can’t see them; devoting an hour, in prime rating time, for this. Not this year, anyway. Maybe, if you could edit it down to a précis; we can show it late next year, in a human interest segment, on one of our public affairs programs”.

Sandy blanched and then began to well up. Then she lost it. Standing up, she said, “Look at me! I weigh 425 pounds! I did this for you. Not only that, I did it for nothing. The only investment you made, was for the Institute. Bet that cost a fortune. You going to write that off, too?”

“Actually”, Andrew said, “it didn’t cost us a cent. Mary looked after it”.

“What” said Sandy. “You paid for it?”

“Not exactly” Mary replied, now a bit more demurely. “Actually, I own the institute. Everyone in there, works for me. I knew, that you couldn’t possibly gain the weight in time, on your own; so I pitched in.”

Rolling her eyes Sandy said, “Well that explains why neither of you was surprised, at the extra effort I went to.” She patted her stomach while adding “Guess you had your spies looking out for me. Right?”

Andrew added, “Alex, you were only contracted to put on a hundred pounds. No one ever told you to get that fat. Neither of us can take the blame for your current state. That’s all on you, although I do sympathise.”

“On me, that’s funny Ha-Ha”, Sandy sighed, adding, “and it’s Sandy, okay?”

“Whatever”. Andrew said “time to move on”.

Sandy smiled a bit and agreed “What’s done is done. Now, when I am I coming back to work? I’d like to talk about a position in Chicago, actually.”

Andrew said, “Well, we need to talk about that, too. I don’t have any openings for reporters right now; but there’s a station in Butte, looking for a weather girl. I can’t guarantee you the job; but I’ll put a good word in. There’s one thing, though. I told him to expect a larger than average girl; but they won’t go for all this. You will have to make a determined effort to lose weight; before we even think of recommending you. This is television, and we have a certain image to uphold.”

Sandy fumed once again “You want me to go back, to being a weather girl? That’s an entry level position! I’ve given this network, eight years of my life; even gone to this extreme, to get a story. Why Butte? Couldn’t find something in Alaska? You are just sweeping this whole thing, under the rug; and me with it. Have you lost sight of the fact, that the whole idea, was to expose the predjudices, people my size face? Now, you are trying to do the same thing. What about my signing bonus? I could really use that money; I need to pay some bills.”

Andrew shrugged and said “You get that when it airs, not before.”

Before Sandy could say anything, Mary stopped her and said “My turn, dear. Let me see, if I got this right. You forced her to get fat, for a year long project; which may or may not air. If it does, it will be condensed to a 5-minute sound bite, in a year or so. I didn’t agree to that; neither did she.”

Andrew laughed “Sorry ladies, read your contract. If you want a better deal, get a better lawyer. By the way, don’t blame me, for forcing her into any of this. The original idea was Alex’s and you painted her into the corner, not me Mary”.

Sandy blubbered” Please, its Sandy…” and started to cry, a bit.

Andrew said “Whatever. New name, new body, new attitude. Better think about a new career too, there babe.”

Sandy turned red and was about to erupt again. Mary calmed her and said, “I know, I feel as betrayed as you. I know, you poured your heart into this and was looking forward, to seeing it air. Let me deal with this.”

Turning to Andrew she said. “Perhaps, you better leave. Your work here is done, I should think.”

Andrew was about to mutter some platitude; but thought the better of it.

Then, he saw the look on Sandy’s face and added a parting shot: “Hey babe, nothing personal, just business. You’ll find another job in no time.” Then, he collected his things and left, without another word.

Sandy was devastated;  but looked at Mary for guidance and said, “Well, what now”?

“We will do just what he said.”

“What’s that”?

“We’ll get a better lawyer. Go clean yourself up. I’ll make a few calls”.

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When she came back into the boardroom; Mary was there, with her lawyer Max Hartmann. She asked for a copy, of Sandy’s contract. Giving it to the lawyer, he studied it briefly and asked “They pay you anything at all, on this?”

“No, nothing.”

“Still got all your materials? Did you use any of the network’s property, cameras, etc to do this?

“No” she said. “I bought everything. And what I gave Andrew were copies. I have the originals.”

Max added “Breach any of the terms?”

“Only one, the confidentiality, to my true identity. My doctor knows; but I had to tell him. He is sworn to secrecy, though. Also, my boyfriend. He’s a cop, figured it out, for himself.” She related the whole story to them. “I live with his sister. So she knows, too.”

Mary looked at Max, who advised “I think we can argue best intentions; if it goes to court. She did live up to the terms, to the best of her ability.” He was referring to her obvious physical transformation; as he eyed her, up and down.

Mary looked at her, smiling. “I think we can get this story on the air after all; and knock that little prick off his high horse, to boot. You’ll be finished there, though.”

Sandy snorted” Hello! I think, I’m more or less finished there, now. They don’t want anything to do, with me.”

Mary said “I’ll call you in the morning. I have an idea, and just need to work out the details.”

Next morning at nine am, Mary was on the phone. “Can you be at network headquarters, for noon?”

“Sure” Sandy  replied. “Why?”

“You’ll see. Wear something slinky.”

Sandy only had 2 outfits with her, nothing that would remotely resemble slinky; so she called a Wheeltrans, down to the shopping district. One thing about New York; it had fashions to spare, no matter what your size.

She went into a specialty BBW boutique; picking out a red silk dress, with a plunging neckline. Combined with a black push-up bra, it displayed a huge cleavage. The tops of her boobs rippled, as she breathed in and out. Her ass tested the stretch limit, of the skirt portion; which revealed every pound and every inch of her lower half. Bowing to practicality, she opted for flats instead of heels;  but added fishnet tights, for good measure. The outfit earned the saleswoman, a handsome commission. She whistled softly ”You look amazing. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Not sure” Sandy replied.

Puzzled the saleswoman added, “Well, you should attract some attention, anyway.”

Sandy exclaimed “Think that’s the point”, waddling off. Before she called for another pickup; she stopped at a Donut Diner. Buying a dozen cream puffs; she devoured them greedily, on the way. She was licking the last off her chubby fingers; when the vehicle pulled up, in front of her destination.

Arriving just before noon; the receptionist on the news floor greeted her “Hello, help you?”

“Oh, hi Brenda. I have a meeting, with Andrew. He ready for me, yet?”

“Brenda” looked at her, puzzled.  “You know my name. Sorry, have we met?”

Sandy snorted “Brenda its San.. Alex Burke. I haven’t been away that long, have I?”

The receptionist did a quick mental review; then the lights came back on. Her eyes and her mouth opened wide at the same time. “Alex?” Then she mouthed silently “Oh.. my.. God!  Wait here-I’ll be right back!”

She raced back to the boardroom and she could here muffled tidbits.. “…is here. No-right outside…” Then she heard Mary’s voice”…invited her”; then Andrew’s”…  should see her …no, fat, like 500 pounds…”

A moment later, Brenda returned, suggesting “I guess, you better follow me.”

“‘S’okay” Sandy repled. “I know the way. I work here, remember? Or I used to, that is.”

She proceeded through the main office area, to the boardroom in the back. The entire office had come to a standstill. Since the facing wall was glass; the stares from inside, began before she entered; continuing from without, as the door closed. She looked a round the room; recognizing Mary and Andrew, as well as the network president. There were several other faces that looked familiar; but she didn’t know them.

“Ah, hello dear” Mary charmed. “I was just getting my thirty pieces of silver. Ready to go?”

Peeved, Sandy asked  “What? Go where? I just got here.”

Mary continued “Oh, Andy and the boys here, just signed the contracts. I had signed off on the lawsuit; but I had a price. They have agreed to do a one-minute PSA, at 3pm every weekday; for the next year, in support of NAPS. It’s not a big sacrifice, for them. They have to do public service announcements, as a proviso, for their licence. They also get a big tax write-off; so we both win. However; I didn’t realize, that Andy was such a snake. I inadvertently killed, any leverage you would have had; to get your show aired.”

Sandy was still standing, becoming impatient. “Tell me something, I don’t already know. Why am I here, then?”

Mary elaborated “Oh. Sorry, figured least I could do is buy you lunch; before you go home.” She made an effort to rise then said, “Oh, and discuss, how we are going to make these bastards, wish they were never born.”

The president interrupted “Whoa ladies, what the hell is going on?”

Mary smiled impishly, “Obviously, Andy has not told you everything. Sandy, dear, give them a little taste.” She held out her arm in a twirling motion; which Sandy understood. She began to pivot provocatively; shimmying a little, for good measure.

“Okay, that’s enough, dear. Need to keep everyone, focussed here. Sit down for a minute Sandy, I will explain.”

She spoke to the president; as Sandy glared at Andrew. “Well” Mary began, “Andy doesn’t feel, that this radiant young woman, is photogenic enough; to put back on television. Well, your loss is my gain, so to speak. I plan to use her in my PSA spots. First one, will describe how she was forced by this network to get fat; then fired, for it.”

“Think maybe, the next one, would be a silent commercial. Think of her; dressed in spandex; eating three or four helpings, of one of your biggest, fast food sponsor’s meals. The viewers, will draw the obvious conclusion; that she got that way, from eating their food. Think, they will want airtime from you, after that?”

Andrew laughed nervously. “You can’t do that. It’s slander!”

Mary corrected him. “Andy, I think you mean libel; for which the best defence, is the truth.”

Smugly he added “We won’t run the ads, with that content.”

“Really” said Mary. “You don’t have content approval. Check your contracts.”

The panicked men reviewed the contract; then, the president looked up, sighing. “Okay, what next?

Mary suggested “For starters, you can offer her a settlement. That, would certainly make my commercials less embarrassing; and go a long ways, to making the story less damaging, when it does air.”

This time, Andrew tried to look confident. “Look, we signed off, on that. We are not airing that story. Ever.”

“Oh, I know” agreed Mary. “That’s why, I’ve tentatively accepted, another offer. Subject to Sandy’s approval, of course.”

Now it was the president’s turn “Another offer?”

“Sure, your biggest competitor; is delighted with the concept. We will probably have it ready to run, by end of next week.”

The president said, “Not so fast. That story would be network property.  You have no right, to sell it anywhere else.”

Again, Mary had been well advised, by Max. “Actually, that’s where you are mistaken. If you recall, Sandy was fired, prior to the project. Therefore, you have no legal title to product, based on an employer/employee relationship. She paid for her own materials and I footed the bill for her... transformation. The first part, at least.” Both women enjoyed a giggle, at that.

“You originally offered her compensation; by way of her old job, a raise and a signing bonus; as well as, airing the show. You have broken that agreement. I have the proof in writing, in these contracts.”

The president realized he was over a barrel “What did you have in mind?” He, of course; meant money.

Mary pondered a moment “Oh, I was thinking of a nice, round number. $2.5 million to her; ought to cover it, with another $500k donation, to my foundation.”

Andrew was now livid. “That’s outrageous! We can probably, give her the original bonus, as a gesture.”

Mary corrected once more “Actually, it’s not outrageous, considering, what she has been through. I know, and so will all of America, soon. $250K, was to work for you. It will cost you ten times that now, eleven, if you count my $250k. You’ll make that up in 3 commercials, in prime time.”

“By the way, my lawyer isn’t here; but he read all this and has reviewed the file. He knows a good case, when he sees it. We will win; probably a lot more than $2.5 million. The last thing you need, is an ugly trial. Maybe you should have gotten a better lawyer, Andy! And as for confidentiality clauses; just try to keep this story, from getting out.” She pointed at the outer office; where several employees were already using their phones, to take pictures of the proceedings.

The president shook his head in surrender “I think we can agree, to that. Have your attorney come by tomorrow; so we can finalize the arrangements.”

“Good “said Mary, adding “Now, about lunch…”

Andrew declined, “Maybe some other time. I got a lot to do…”

Mary chuckled “Relax, sonny. You aren’t invited. I was talking to Sandy.”

The president offered, “Send me the bill.” Then, to Andrew, “As for you; we need to talk privately, in my office. Quitting time; would be best.” Andrew knew; that meant he would likely be out of a job; by the end of the day. There would be fewer people, to witness his embarrassment, then.

Sandy knew too; looking him the eye “Hey babe, nothing personal, just business. You’ll find another job in no time, Andy.”

Turning on her heel she added “Actually, that’s not true. It is personal. Payback’s a bitch isn’t it?”

His only response was “I prefer Andrew…”

Mary added, “Whatever”, as she gathered up her papers; and headed for the door.

The president suggested “The executive dining room, is quite good. I can call ahead and book a table, for you.”

Sandy was going to accept; but Mary declined, for them both. “Maybe, some other time. I think we have had our fill; of this place, for a while.”

Then, the two women scurried out the door, onto the street.

Sandy suggested, “Maybe we should have stayed. My appearance would have embarrassed them.”

Mary agreed “Exactly; but we don’t want too much attention; until we get that cheque. Overexposure, will reduce the impact; once we do start, to air.”

Sandy said “About that…”

She was cut off. “Not now;  I’m still working on it. Give me a couple days. Do you trust me?”

“Well”, said Sandy, I know very little about you; but I trust you, more than those jerks!

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Chapter 23

Lunch was in a quiet trendy club, a block away. Very discreet.

Mary ordered the salad plate; while Sandy automatically ordered the special. It was a 16 oz. Porterhouse, with Au Gratin potatoes and an order of crab cakes, for an appetizer.

The two women talked about nothing in particular; while they enjoyed their meals. The waiter asked if they wanted anything else and Sandy piped up, “Sure, bring me another steak.”

The waiter was not overly surprised, given her size; but Mary looked at her, sternly. “Sandy what are you doing? It’s over. You don’t need to do this, anymore.”

Sandy looked down at her ever-growing belly; patting its bulge. “Hey, you can’t turn this off overnight. Besides, they are paying; so I’m getting my money’s worth. You don’t want me lose weight, before the program airs, anyway.”  There was, a certain logic, in that statement; that even Mary had to acknowledge.

Over her third glass of wine and second piece of cherry pie, Sandy broached the subject again. “I need to ask you a favour.”

“Sure” smiled Mary. “Shoot.”

“Well” Sandy said, rubbing her belly, again. “It’s about this. Once the program airs, I will need to get this fat off. It was interesting; but this was only temporary.  I need to get my old life back. Maybe, I could book myself into the institute, for a couple weeks?” Then, she looked down at her huge breasts and whispered “I’ll try to leave some of it, in the right places. Frank likes voluptuous women and it feels good; to have a real figure, for a change.”

Mary smiled and chuckled a bit. “Couple weeks.  On the house, I assume.”Sandy nodded and waited for Mary, to complete her thought. “Look; I feel somewhat responsible for this; so sure, I can do that. I need to bring you down to earth, on your expectations, though.”

“How’s that?” asked Sandy.

Mary explained  “Weight control, is all about calorie intake. Woman your age at 120lbs; should need about mmmm…2000 calories per day, tops. Cutting that in half, you would lose 7000 calories/week; the equivalent of 2 pounds. Even if you ate nothing, you would only lose about 4 pounds!”

Sandy reflected on those figures; then her eyes popped open. “Based on that, it would take me …. 3 years on a 1000 calorie diet. That doesn’t make sense. It only took me half that to get this big.”

Her companion nodded. “Ah, there in a single sentence; is every diet book, condensed. It is a lot easier to add 1000 calories to your diet, than take it away. Any idea, how many calories were in that lunch, you just ate?”

Sandy shook her head.

Mary continued “Conservative estimate 5-7000; not including the wine. You can add another 5 or 600, for that. In other words; in two hours, you just ate a weeks worth of food, on a diet program!”

Sandy scoffed “That’s ridiculous! How can anybody live on 1000 calories; for years, at a time?”

Mary shrugged “Most can’t, or won’t. That’s why they fail. There’s one more thing.”

“Oh good” , Sandy rolled her eyes.

Mary paused; but then Sandy urged “Come on, get it over with.”

“When you were gaining, you found it hard at first, right?”

Remembering; Sandy suddenly cheered up. “Yeah, that’s right. I think, my metabolism is high. Should burn this off, in no time.

Mary corrected. “Actually, your body resists any changes to its metabolism; so it fought your intents, to get bigger. You needed to fool it, with hormones and medical assistance. Now, it has reached a new set point; and will fight just as hard to lower it, again.”

“It just gets better and better, doesn’t it? Can’t I take some pills, to reverse it?”

Mary sighed; looking at her own bulbous body.” I wish. If there was such a product, the one who invented it; would be a millionaire, overnight. And I certainly would have taken advantage, years ago. Bottom line Sandy; I will do what I can.  However, you need to come to terms, with the possibility; that most of this weight, is here to stay.”

Now, Sandy was becoming visibly upset. She began to well up. “W-wait a minute-you mean as in permanently?”

A nod, in response. “Mary, you knew I just did this, for a temporary assignment. No one told me I would be fat for life.” She looked across the room, at her reflection in the mirror; moaning “I didn’t choose this.”

Mary took her hand and said, “None of us did, dear. We just learned to deal with it, one day at a time. Go home. I will call you in the morning.”

Sandy went back to her apartment; enduring another sleepless night. Part, was due to the stress, of what was to come. Part was due, to hunger. She had skipped supper; then finally at midnight, had surrendered, to her now gluttonous habits. She ordered a large pizza; devouring it in 10 minutes flat.

Next morning, as promised, the phone rang. It was Mary. After the usual pleasantries she said, “Meet me in Chicago, tomorrow, at noon.”

“At the house?”

“Sure. I am bringing a friend.”

Frank  picked her up at the airport. “How was the meeting?”

“Don’t ask” she said.”I’ll fill you both in when we get home.”

Frank knew better than to ask anything else. Once home, Sandy cheered up a bit and mentioned they would have guests, the next day.

Next morning the two women rose early and spruced up the house, for the guests due to arrive. Just before noon, a car pulled up and Mary and her friend stepped out.

Angie had seen them pull up and hollered upstairs, “Sandy honey your friends are here!”

She hollered down “Just putting on my face. Be right down.”

The two visitors started up the steps, as Angie held the door for them. She didn’t recognize Mary, but she immediately recognised her companion, who blurted out, “Oh, you must be Sandy. I thought you were a blond.” She just stammered “I-I’m not… I’m Angie. Sandy’s upstairs.”

Without moving to let them in Angie hollered again. “Sandy whatever you are doing, drop it and come down here. Right now!”

The urgency in her voice made Sandy do exactly what she was told. Sandy recognized them both and then stood in place as well.

Mary’s companion was used to the reaction. ”Perhaps we could come in”, she suggested.

“Oh, how rude of me” apologized Angie as she opened the door. Then Mary said “Angie, Sandy I’d like to introduce my dear friend, Oprah Winfrey.”

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Chapter 24

Once the initial shock had worn off, Angie stammered. “Oh my! Come in and sit down.” Both of her visitors commented on what a lovely home she kept and Angie left to get some refreshments.

The other three sat down, to get to business. “First things first” said Mary as she handed her an envelope. “As promised. Here’s your cheque.”

Sandy was a little surprised. “That was easy. The full amount?”

“Yes. Don’t spend it all in one place.”

Sandy countered, “I have some of it worked out; the rest, we will just wing it.”

Then Oprah jumped in, “Mary has told me the basics. Maybe you can bring me up to date on your story.”

Sandy told her the whole thing in a nutshell, and showed Oprah the digital files and papers she had amassed.

Oprah looked them over quickly, asking “What is it you had in mind?”

“ Well” said Sandy, “if you could give us a few minutes on your show, I could relate how the project developed, what my goal was and how it ended up.”

Oprah dug deeper. “Including your troubles with the network?”

Nodding Sandy added “Especially that. Not that I’m being vindictive. I just want to show the world that if it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone. You can put your own spin on it.”

Oprah thumbed through the pile of paperwork quickly and placed the file back on the table. “I don’t think this is the best plan, actually.”

Sandy panicked and said, “I thought this would be a great program. Mary has good instincts. Who better to air it?”

Oprah assured her, “No no you don’t understand. I mean there is no way we can do justice to this story, in one show. I’d like to book you for an initial guest appearance and then a series of follow-ups; where we focus on one aspect of the project. Maybe you can bring some of your friends. Who knows, I can make you a regular if it works out.”

Sandy thought to herself, “That’s how Dr Phil started.”

Mary added, “If you come to the studio, she can set up a team and you can get the first instalment ready.”

“When will it air?” asked Sandy, now calmer.

Oprah pondered a second, adding “Probably in the next few days. I’d also like to ask you about your club. When is it opening?”

Angie walked in at that point, carrying a tray with tea and refreshments. “I can answer that. Day after tomorrow, if all goes well.”

Oprah said, “Well I think it would be an ideal location to do a shoot. We can interview you and a few of your friends there.”

“That would be awesome.” Sandy pleaded, “Mary will you come?”

Mary laughed. “You just try to stop me!”

Oprah added.” One thing we need to do this discreetly. Not a word or the place will be a zoo.”

“Mum’s the word” Angie said.

Next day Sandy went to the studio and she reviewed the files with the editorial staff; who would help her compile the mass of data, into a series of small themes for airing. There was also the question of money.

She was handed a contract, that stipulated the first appearance was free; but if demand was sufficient, there would be a considerable package for her to repeat her visits, on a regular basis. She had never seen so many zeros before the decimal point, before. There was also mention of a book deal; that Oprah would promote on her show.

“Why are you doing this?” Sandy inquired. 

Oprah replied, “I needed this story to get out, if not you, I would have done it myself, somehow.”

The next day was the dress rehearsal for the club opening and for the surprise taping. Surprisingly, word did not get out so the taping went without a hitch.

The club opened next day and the first few days were a bit slow, until word got out about it. By then end of the week it was standing room only and the line-up to get in was half way round the block. That was nothing. Once the taping from the club aired they had to get help from the city o control traffic. Phil was already talking about buying the old building next door to level it for parking.

The group gathered in the restaurant to watch Sandy in action. The show began: “We all take for granted that we can fly in comfort, buy clothes that fit our body and budget. The Constitution guarantees equal rights for all, except one segment of the population. For those who don’t fit the ideal of the perfect body, this can be an unwelcoming, alien society. My guest today is a reporter who purposely gained over 300 pounds to see what the world would be like. Her story begins here….”

The show was a sensation and the acclaim was so great Sandy was signed to a one year contract, with bonuses. On the same day she agreed to become Frank’s wife. Her life had come full circle.

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Phil and Angie got married too and still run the first restaurant. Sandy used her new found wealth to help her friends.

Wanda retired to spend time with her kids, easily living on the 10% share of the restaurant Phil gave her as a parting gift.

Rosa went back to New York to live with Enrique. By the time the baby arrived, she was over 300 pounds and gaining fast. Sandy gave them the keys to her New York apartment, as a baby shower gift.

Sandy used her new found wealth, to help her friends Julie and Mindy, open the first franchise together. This time, they got more space. They bought an old K-Mart and combined the restaurant area with a boutique, specializing in BBW clothing. They were their own best customers both in food and clothing as they continued to outdo each other in gluttony and growth.

Sandy never lost the weight, becoming first resigned, then comfortable finally happy with her new figure.

The book came out the next summer. On its first page was the dedication:

“To Frank, my husband, to Angie and Mary, my dear friends, to Oprah for being there and to all the others that helped me to show the rest of the world how it is to be fat…like me.”

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