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Chapter One Denise was hungry after a long photo shoot. She was relieved to be able to let her belly hang out again after two hours of wearing a tight corset. Being too hungry and tired to even wipe the makeup off her face, she got straight in her black Volkswagen Jetta and headed to Wendy’s for a bite to eat. Being a plus-size model wasn’t exactly as fun and glamorous as she thought it would be, and she was getting sick of the whole process. The thought of quitting her job kept creeping into her mind, especially since she started dating Tony. Tony had a solid well-paying job, and could easily support both Denise and himself. Their relationship had become more serious in past few months, and Tony knew that his girlfriend was loosing her patience with the modeling business. Denise was one of the most in-demand young women in the world of plus-size modeling. A dark haired beauty from Miami, Denise had a wonderful mix of Persian and Puerto Rican heritage giving her a gorgeous exotic look that every photographer dreamed of. The one thing she liked about being a plus-size model was that she didn’t have to diet or exercise (two things she hated) and the fact that her boyfriend Tony appreciated a woman with curves, she felt she had license to stuff her face every now and then. And when you have perfect flawless features like Denise had, you can get away with putting a few pounds. “What’s wrong Mike?” Bob, one of the photographers for the online website Hips and Curves asked. “Oh, just working with these plus-size models. You can never get em’ to maintain their weight.” Said Mike, who was an executive at Oberlin Models Guild or OMG. “You talkin’ about Denise?” Bob asked. “Uh, yea.” Replied Mike. “I don’t know… she still looks good, I mean she’s still freakin’ gorgeous!” Bob said with some enthusiasm. “I know. She’s the most naturally beautiful model I’ve seen in a long time. I just wish someone could keep her away from the fridge.” Said Mike as he shook his head. “When we first started booking her, I was thrilled to have her as a plus-size model. With her looks she could have almost gone the Victoria’s Secret or Sports Illustrated direction.” “Yea, she was slimmer then too.” Said Bob. “I know, all she had to do was get a little exercise and she wouldn’t even be plus-size.” Mike said. “What was she when she first came in, 150 or something?” Bob asked. “She was 5’8” and 154 pounds, but you know Denise, she wears her weight so well. Heck, she was in pretty tip top shape back then!” Mike replied. “I doubt she was in that great of shape. I mean I don’t think that girl has ever really worked out a day in her life, and the way she goes through the cigarettes!” replied Bob. “Yea, and I thought her smoking would help keep her weight down like the rest of the models. Turns out, the girl just likes to indulge herself, with whatever she feels like doing whenever she feels like doing it!” Mike said. “Yea well, what are you gonna do? Denise is still your best model whether you want to admit it or not, and she couldn’t have gained that much weight. Besides these are supposed to plus-size models anyway!” Bob said. “They’re supposed to be plus-size, but not fat!” Mike said getting a little agitated. “You know how much she weighs now?” “No, how much?” Bob asked. “186 pounds, 186 pounds man!” Mike said. “Yea, but she’s kinda tall.” Bob said. “5’8” is short by model standards, if she even is 5’8” and I don’t care how tall you are, 186 is pounds is a lot of weight for her frame.” Said Mike. “She doesn’t look that fat, her face is still as pretty as ever.” Bob replied. “But I don’t know how much longer I will be able to hide that belly, and that ass of hers will need its own zip code if she keeps goin’ the way she’s going.” Said Mike. “Na man, I think she still looks good, she’s by far the hottest model we got, we are lucky to have her.” Bob said. * * * * * Denise brushed her long brown hair away from her face and finished off the last few fries from her Wendy’s value meal. She pulled her Jetta into the driveway of Tony’s house, and heaved herself out. Tony lived in a nice little two story house in Thousand Oaks, California and Denise had been living with him for the past month. Still wearing high heels, Denise wiggled her way to the door and let herself in. Dressed in a low-cut brown tank top and tight blue jeans, she was a welcome sight to Tony who was inside watching ESPN. “Welcome home.” Tony said. “Uh, I am so tired!” Denise said as she sat down next to him on the sofa and lit a cigarette. “Could you grab me a drink please?” Tony got up and headed to the fridge, his eyes still fixated on his beautiful girlfriend. “You really like these Mike’s Hard Lemonade’s don’t you.” He said as he handed her one and sat back down with a beer for himself. “Oh yea, I just get stressed out with these freakin’ photo shoots, they take way too long.” She said as she took another drag off her cigarette. Denise had a rather large roll of fat pushing its way over the waistband of her jeans as she relaxed on the couch. Just in the past several weeks since she moved in with Tony, she had put on a good 10 pounds or so. “You wanna order some Chinese or something?” Tony asked. “Ooo, that sounds good, I just stopped at Wendy’s, but I’m not one to turn down Chinese food!” Denise said with delight. “I’m gonna get so fat living with you… ordering out all the time.” “But you just get prettier every day” said Tony. “Yea, if you don’t mind your girlfriend wearin’ a size 16, these 14’s are just too tight for me now.” Denise said as she playfully slid her ass against him. “Baby, you would look sexy if you wore a size 30!” Said Tony as he put his arm around her soft tan shoulders. “Ooo, I like the way you talk!” Squealed Denise as she gave him a playful peck on the cheek. “Could you get me a piece of cake please….. 41-34-46 baby, and i’m kind of proud of those numbers.” She added in a pouty sexy voice as Tony got up to get her cake. “What happened to 40-33-43?” Tony asked as he walked to the kitchen smiling. “Bluhh, I told you, it’s all this eating out, you can’t expect these hips to stay the same size!” Denise said as she let out a cute little giggle, and put her hands on her big juicy thighs. 3 months later….. “Okay Denise give me that sexy little smile one more time. Show the world what real beauty looks like!" Bob said as he peered into his camera. Denise was doing a photo shoot where all the models at Hips and Curves would write their size and measurements on a white tank top and pose for pictures. It was a way of showing that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, and that you don’t have to be a size “2” or a size “8” to be beautiful. Denise looked incredibly sexy with her long hair pulled back in a ponytail and her hands grabbing the thin straps of her tight low-cut tank top. She was holding the big smile on her face as she waited for Bob to get the shot. Right on the front of her shirt was her measurements written boldly in black ink. It read 44-36-48, right across her huge, perfectly shaped breasts. Size 16/18 was written just below that on her now softer, rounder tummy. She certainly couldn’t hide the additional 15 pounds she had put on wearing skintight jeans and a nearly painted-on tank top. She sported a cute belly that protruded out and over her jeans a little, and a deep-set belly button was visible through the strained fabric of her shirt. Her belly was somewhat small in comparison to her wide voluptuous hips and her huge breasts, but the now 200 pound beauty still looked as stunning as ever, and her pretty face had changed little with the weight gain. Her dark eyes glowed towards the camera as Bob finally got the shot he wanted. “Okay, that’s gonna be on the cover of the catalog!” he said as he took a step back and relaxed for a moment. “Oh, thank goodness,(pant) are we done for day?” Denise asked as tugged on her painfully tight jeans. “Yea, thats a wrap, you can go.” Said Bob Denise grabbed her cigarettes and bounced her way out the door to have a smoke. Her enormous ass jiggled back and forth, and just then Mike walked into the room. “How did she look, is it going to be okay?” asked Mike. “Man there has never been an ass that looked so good in a pair of jeans…I’m tellin’ you.” Bob said as he followed Denise’s every move with his eyes until she disappeared out the door. “Huh? There has never been an ass that big in a pair of jeans! Said Mike. “Her eating is getting out of control, I don’t know what to do.” * * * * * “Oh, (pant) so much walking, I’m so tired!” Said Denise as she and her friend Robin sat down at a food court in a mall. “Oh please Denise, it’s not like we were trekking across a desert.” “Speak for yourself, I’m exhausted and starved!” Said Denise as she dug in to her Taco Bell. “Jeez Denise, how can you afford to eat like this, calorie wise?” Robin asked as she sat at the small table with her meager salad and looked in awe at Denise’s tray. It was filled with two big crispy burritos, a Mexican pizza, nachos Bell Grande and a side of cinnamon twists. “I’m a plus model Robin, I can eat whatever I want. I don’t worry about fat content or anything anymore.” Said Denise as she took another big bite of her crispy burrito after dipping it in some ranch dressing. “It’s the beauty of being represented by OMG and for being the go to girl for Hips and Curves!” “Well okay, just be sure you don’t get too big for ya man!” Robin said laughing. “Ha, Tony knows how to treat a girl, and he admires a real woman with a little shape to her.” Denise said with a smile as she started on her nachos. “You are one lucky girl!” Robin added. “I’ll bet that Tony is good in bed!” “Robin!” Said Denise in a friendly scolding manner. “Ha, sorry, but you can’t blame me, I mean Tony is hot!” Said Robin. “Yeah, yes he is, and he makes a good living too. I’m actually considering settling down.” Said Denise. “Oh really?” Said Robin. “Yeah, I’m going to quit modeling, I’m just really starting to get sick of it, and I’m already living with Tony anyway. Chapter Two 6 months later….. Denise sat comfortably on her couch at Tony’s house, she watched some late afternoon Netflix as she gorged herself on a box of donut holes. She had her legs curled beneath her and she was still wearing her sexy tight pajamas from that morning. She had finally quit her job as a model, at least for the time being. She told herself that it was just much needed break and that she would return to it later, when she felt ready. Denise loved having free time and not having to put herself through any more of those long photo shoots. She liked her first month out of work. Just lounging around the house and being as sexy as she could when Tony got home. She could sleep in, and eat, drink and smoke as much as she wanted. Even at 223 pounds she looked amazing. Her face still hadn’t changed all that much and she carried the extra weight so perfectly that Tony never had a reason to complain. “Denise do you really need that now? We’re having dinner in an hour.” Denise’s mom Eva said as she watched her only daughter help herself to a carton of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Denise was on a short visit back home in Miami to see her folks. “I won’t spoil my appetite mom,” Denise reassured her as she grabbed a spoon and plopped on the couch. Her pink V-neck shirt was showing a little more cleavage than her mother was used to, but Eva was more concerned with her daughter’s diet than the way she flaunted her body. “Well I see your still dressing like a model.” Said Eva. “Oh please mom, this is a nice shirt, Tony got it for me.” Said Denise. “Actually I told Tony to get it for me. Although it might be a little small now, I’ve probably gained like ten pounds since I quit working.” She added. “Yeah, you better watch it Denise, just because you not a model anymore doesn’t mean you can just let yourself go.” Said Eva. “Oh come on Mom, I can afford to indulged a little. I deserve it after all those months of working!” Said Denise. “Besides, Tony likes me with a few extra curves, and I feel sexy. “So how is that Tony of yours?” Asked Eva. “He’s great, he’s in London right now on a business trip or something.” Denise said as shoved another spoonful of ice cream between her lips. “How’s your time away from modeling, don’t you miss it at all?” Eva asked. “Oh no, not at all.” Answered Denise. “It’s been wonderful, I’ve really been enjoying myself the past month or so. I can sleep in, and not have to worry about anything. I was really getting sick and tired of going to work.” “Well that’s great your able to take some time off.” Noted Eva. “Have any plans of what you want to do next?” “Uh, not really.” Said Denise. “I’m not even thinking about modeling, I’m just going to relax and clear my head for while. I can spend more time with Tony anyway.” “How’s your ice cream?” asked Eva. “It’s good.” Said Denise as scraped the bottom of the carton with her spoon. “Your father just bought a new treadmill, I’ve been trying to use it at least once a day.” Eva remarked. “Uh! I hate working out.” Said Denise as she slowly lifted herself off the sofa. “Oh, Jackie is calling me. Can I smoke outside, I haven’t had a cigarette since I got here.” “Yes you can smoke outside, but you really need to quit.” Said Eva. “I know mom!” Denise said as slipped out the sliding glass doors into the humid Florida air and put her cell phone to her ear. Eva eyed her 23-year-old daughter’s girth as she watched her smoke on the patio. She was glad Denise was happy, but she couldn’t help but be concerned about the way she was putting on weight. She had been proud of her daughter for being a plus model and using her looks to set a good example for young girls. However it seemed that she was getting so big that Eva was a little worried about her daughter’s health. Although, she had to admit, that even at 226 pounds Denise was still quite a stunning beauty.