The Fat Girl Agency Some people think the plague was tragedy. Not me. You may think I'm sadistic, but to me and many others like me it was a miracle. In case you've been in isolation on the moon for the last fifteen years, allow me to explain. It all started fifteen years ago. I was only six then, so I didn't quite understand what was going on. All I new was that all my favorite TV shows were being interrupted. At first, they called it an epidemic. Then they called it the Plague. Women all over the world were dying at an alarming rate. Scientists were working on a cure to the virus, but it looked pretty grim. Then someone discovered that fat women were not dying. They did fine. Scientists were sure if it was genetic or if something in the physiology of fat women provided a natural defense against the virus. One thing was for sure. Women under 150 pounds didn't last more than a year. Another fifty pounds gave them ten years of life. Another fifty pounds gave them another ten, and so on. Children had nothing to worry about, but once they turned eleven or twelve and puberty began, the changes in the chemistry of their bodies made them susceptible to this "tragic" virus. Needless to say, society had some big changes to make. Women went to camps to get "fattened up". The female population dropped dramatically, and now fat women held a great deal of power. Fat women were in such high demand that they advertised themselves through Fat Girl agencies where men fought it out for the attention of a woman. The woman of your choice was a big investment, but in the end it was all the woman's choice anyway. And what if you didn't like fat women. Well, the world quickly became divided into men who loved fat women and men who were doomed to have no offspring. Sure, you could pay a huge amount of money to have science solve your problem, but even then if you had a daughter, you were going to being raising a fat girl if you wanted to see her live past twelve. So, for most men the virus was tragic, but for men like me who like fat women, it was a dream come true. The way the world should be. And I was having the time of my life! That's how I ended up at the Central Coast Fat Girl Agency looking for a girl I could take home, love, and provide for.
"Hello. May I help you?" asked the very fat young agency rep from behind the counter. She looked about nineteen and probably weighed about two hundred fifty pounds. She had a friendly round face, and she showed dimples in her pudgy cheeks as she smiled. She stopped what she was doing, got up out of her chair, and walked towards me. She was wearing a tight white sleeveless blouse with a ruffled collar and a very tight, short denim skirt. A tag on her blouse showed her name to be Tina.
"Yes, I think you can." I said. I had been looking at the pictures on the walls of all the girls. "I was looking at these pictures of the fat young girls you have here. I was wondering if you have any one like this one." I pointed to a picture of a beautifully fat girl. She looked like she was mostly stomach and thighs. Her other features looked so small in comparison.
"She's beautiful, isn't she. I wish I was as fat as her. I'm trying though. I've gained ten pounds this week."
"Do you have any fatter girls than that?" I had heard this place had the biggest selection. I hoped I wouldn't be disappointed.
"Oh yes! We have lots of girls that are fatter than that. How big of a girl are you looking for." "How big is your fattest girl?"
"You just missed our biggest girl, Nikki. She weighed five hundred thirty-three pounds, but someone just got her. I'm really sorry. I think right now Cindy is our fattest girl. She weighed three hundred ninety-five pounds when she was weighed this morning. Would you like to see her?"
I told her I would be very interested in seeing her, so she went behind her desk and got a key. She led me down a long hall. The sides of the hall were a series of glass walls with glass doors. Behind the glass, one could see bedrooms, and in each room a girl. At first, the girls were just very plump, but they got fatter as we walked on. Tina explained to me how the building was set up. The first floor was nineteen year olds; the next floor twenty; and on up to the seventh girl where they housed twenty-six year olds. As I had seen, the smallest girls were on this end and got fatter as you got to the other end.
Occasionally, I would stop to watch an especially cute girl. I learned they were encouraged to spend most of their time eating, and most of the girls I saw were doing just that. Some would stop eating when I stopped to watch them and would take off their clothes and display their bodies for me. Others were already naked and would masturbate as I watched or find some tight revealing outfit and put it on for me. Finally we reached the last room on the first floor. Inside was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was also one of the fattest eighteen year old girls I had in a long time.
"This is Cindy. She's very submissive, if that's important to you. She enjoys dressing in tight clothes, being force fed, and bingeing. Be sure to feel her when we go in. You'll see she has soft smooth skin with no stretch marks. Her fat is packed in. It's not flabby." She unlocked the door and we went inside. Cindy was on her bed wearing only her bra and some very skimpy panties. She was sitting up, eating from a big plate of chocolates.
"Cindy, this is John," Tina said once we were inside. "Say hello to the nice man."
"Hello, sir," Cindy said. She stuffed a chocolate into her mouth and gave me a big smile. "Would you like to feel my belly?" She asked sweetly. I walked over to the bed and rubbed her stomach. It was soft, but firm. "Go ahead. Squeeze it." I squeezed her huge love handles. My fingers sank into the flesh.
"I'll leave you here so you can give Cindy a trial run. I'll be back in about half an hour." Tina left, pressing a button on the outside as she left and the walls went opaque. We now had complete privacy.
"You've been a good girl, haven't you, Cindy? I heard you're the fattest girl here." I began removing my clothes.
"What can I say. I just love eating. I can't help myself." She set the chocolates on a table next to the bed, but not before stuffing a handful into her mouth. I climbed onto the bed facing her. I spread her enormous thighs apart. They were wider than my whole stomach, and even when I had spread them as far apart as I could they still touched each other. I started pulling her panties down. They were silky white lace panties and I had a hard time getting them down past her fat thighs.
"Can I eat while you do that? I'm so hungry." She rubbed her belly. I knew she couldn't be hungry, but it would be fun to see her eat while I had sex with her.
"Please do." I said, as I stuck my penis into her. It slid between the fat of her thighs and then between the fat of her vagina. As I did, she started eating her chocolates. There was still plenty left. "Mmm. That feels so good," she said. "I'm going to stuff myself so full you won't believe it. Watch how big my tummy gets."
She ate faster and faster as I pushed harder and harder. Her tummy started to swell from all the food. When I came she pushed her belly out as far as she could and I squeezed it as hard as I could.
"That was so fun." She said. "I like eating for you. It makes me feel good. And look how big my tummy's gotten." She slid her hands up down her lovely, swollen stomach.
"Yes, Cindy. It's very impressive." I put my hands on top of hers and followed her rubbing. I pushed down on her tummy a little. I could feel that she was very full. I got off the bed and began putting my clothes on. Cindy worked at her panties.
Just as I finished getting dressed the walls became transparent again and there was Tina opening the door.
"Well, Cindy." Tina said. "What do you think? Is he good enough for you?"
"I don't know. Do you promise to love me?" Cindy turned to me and asked.
"Yes," I said emphatically.
"Will you feed me lots of food?"
"As much as you can eat."
"It's a deal then." Tina took my hand.
"All right, John. Come with me and you can fill out the paperwork. After that you can take her home."
I pulled into my driveway. I got out of the car, went to the other side and opened the door for Cindy. Before she even got out she said, "I sure hope you've got plenty of food, because I'm so hungry." I couldn't help laughing. I had just taken her to eat at the all-you-can-eat buffet at the Chinese restaurant. Of course, that was a whole hour ago.
"Yes, and you'd better be a good girl and eat it all." I gave her my hand to help her out of the car. She had almost been too fat to fit, but she managed to squeeze in. I almost was unable to drive, though, as she took up much more than just her seat. With a strong heave I pulled her out. She waddled to the door, her enormous thighs rubbing against each other. I gave her a push through the door as she tried to suck her stomach in, but to no avail. Once through the door, she gave me a big smile.
"Oh, John. Look at all the food. Is that all for me?" she asked as she eyed the table full of food.
"It sure is. Have a seat, and get started." I led her to a large chair. She sat down and I began feeding her: pies, cakes, ice cream. One after the other I fed to her. She joyfully accepted. I didn't think she would be able to eat it all, but she did.
"Good girl, Cindy. I'm so proud of you."
"I'm so full, John. My tummy's never been this big before. See?" She pointed to her shorts, which she had had to unbutton. I pulled down the zipper, giving her tummy some more freedom to grow.
"There. Is that better now?"
"Much better, John. Thank you."
"Get used to it, because we're going to get you really fattened up. I expect you to weigh no less than 700 pounds by the end of the year."
"Oh, goody!" Cindy exclaimed. "This is going to be fun, huh?" She leaned back in the chair. I pulled her shorts the rest of the way down and began unbuttoning her blouse which was so tight now the buttons were about to pop off. She was wearing a beautiful white lace bra underneath to match her white lace panties that were now showing under her shorts. I began gently massaging her great stuffed tummy. "That feels so relaxing," she said. Her eyes began to get heavy and soon she had dozed into a nap. I continued enjoying the pleasures of her wonderful flesh as she peacefully slept.
Awakening I watched Cindy rouse herself from her nap. She had slept a whole hour. During that hour I patiently watched her, observing every breath, every motion. I watched as her naked belly slowly expanded when she took a breath. I wondered if she had any idea of all the wonderful plans I had for her. Somehow, I knew she would agree to my every demand. That first time I had seen her at the agency, I saw a submission in her personality, in her very being that I knew was there for the fulfillment of my every desire. Of course, I intended to give as much as I took - maybe even more. I leaned over her, slid my hand down her soft round tummy, caressing the enormous folds of her love handles, sliding under the curve of her abdomen, rubbing the dome of flesh covering her clitoris. She gave me a warm smile.
"What a wonderful way to start out the morning. You do so much for me, John. I want do something for you."
"All right," I said. I reached out my hands and she put her hands in mine. I helped her up out of the chair. She followed my lead without question. Once on her feet, I put my hands on her shoulders and as soon as gently pushed down she understood me to mean I wanted her to kneel. She struggled to gracefully drop her immense fleshy body to one knee. Then taking hold of my hands again she made dropped her other knee.
"It's time you made your first promise to me, Cindy. It will be just the first of many. Are you willing to make the commitment." I asked with such seriousness I could see she understood the weight of this promise.
"I am, John. I promise to do anything for you. Just let me make you happy. That's all I want." She looked on the verge of tears.
"I want you to promise to eat whatever I feed you without complaint or question. Do you think you can do that, Cindy?"
"I promise." "No matter how full you are?"
"No matter how full, John. I promise. I'll eat for you until I lose consciousness or die - if that's what it takes. I want to make you happy." She started to unbutton my pants. "Can I do this for you," she nearly begged, and I knew she would cry if I said no.
"If you think you can do it right." I said. I tried to add a hint of doubt of her ability.
"I'll do my best. I'll try real hard to do it just right. Tell me if I do it wrong." She looked like she was trying to make up for years of inadequacy. She pulled my pants down with my underwear. She wrapped one plump, fleshy hand around my penis. The softness of her fingers was like butter wrapped with silk. She brought her full lips towards it - wrapping her mouth around me. She sucked gently at first. Then with more intensity.