A THICK VANILLA SHAKE

Jenna is a platinum blonde, stripping her way through college. She's really having a tough time with a boyfriend who insists she quit her sexy job, as well as drop a couple of the excess pounds she's put on recently. Jenna is sitting and talking with a girlfriend down at the Burger World awaiting her double burger and xtra large cheese fries.

"I don't know, Patty; things just aren't going well for me right now. Justin is nagging me to quit my job, and go on a diet, and with my weight up to 206 pounds I'm not making as much money as I would like to be." With her short shorts riding up the crack of her ass, Jenna's golden tan cellulite is exposed for all to see as her order is placed in front of her. She busily attends to her plate as her train of thought trails off into the distance.

"Girl, eatin' like that isn't going to help anything," Patty remarked.

"Shut up and eat your salad." The girls giggled as the moment slipped away, and later that afternoon Jenna found herself in the boss' office for the meeting they had scheduled.

"You know, sweetheart, it's hard to promote a chubby stripper. You're too big for guys who want a thin dancer, and too small for those who want a fat one. At this rate I'll have to let you go soon, unless things turn around."

"Well, what can I do, Jon?" Jenna inquired.

"Have you thought about becoming a fatty stripper?"

"A fatty stripper?" she exclaimed in a puzzled fashion.

"Yes, you'd be the only one featured here, and could triple your earnings."

"I don't know, Jon. My boyfriend's giving me hell as it is over my weight."

"Ah yes, that Justin. Well, the choice is yours, baby, go ahead and think about it." Jenna made her way to leave, but Jon stopped her. "You know you could do better."

Jenna found her way home with a heavy heart. Her DD breasts were already beginning to sag. Her exaggerated hourglass figure, plump belly and big behind screamed, Hey, I'm a future plumper. She polished off a pint of ice cream, then decided to make it a double. She said out loud, "What the hell, I'll do it."

Right away she enlisted the help of her friend, Brenda. They did breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner. Caught up in the spirit, Brenda indulged in the same calorie-laden dishes as Jenna. "Hey, I thought I'm the one getting fat," Jenna said, patting Brenda's protruding belly in the buffet line several weeks into her transformation.

"I just can't resist anymore."

Steadily enough, Jenna's weight climbed. 250, then 275, 310, and finally on the eve of her "big" comeback she tipped the scales at 366. Jon and Brenda were over at Jenna's apartment, helping her put the finishing touches on her outfit. During a brief moment alone, Jon confided in Jenna. "You truly look stunning, darling, but I guess Justin would disagree."

"Yeah, I suppose I can't help but feel a little down about it."

"Don't," Jon gave a stern reply. He gently leaned into Jenna's soft new frame and softly kissed her.

"Wow, Jon, I didn't know you felt this way."

"Well I do, and I can't stop it."

"Please don't."

Brenda came back into the room just soon enough to realize what was going on. "Well, now if we can just find someone to take this new 240-pound fatty."

"You know, I should introduce you to my brother Brian," Jenna proclaimed.

Well, Jenna's debut as the Thick Vanilla Shake went splendidly. Of course, she and Brenda couldn't just stop their glutting. At 435 pounds, Jenna really puts on a show. With plump painted toenails and big done-up hair, she can really shake and grind a crowed into submission. . .