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Old 12-05-2012, 03:18 PM   #126
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I agree, a nice wrap up tho certainly you could continue which would be great as well but the descriptions over the last couple of paragraphs were great!
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“Fantastic! You’re already packed!”

That was Gail, who was walking half drunk out of the kitchen and into the living room with a half-drunk highball in her hand. But this wasn’t Gail finally revealing some hidden desire to finally chase Kelly out of her house: Gail had two packed bags of her own sitting next to the couch.

“Of course I am! Can’t wait to get home to Mommy!” Kelly was already jumping up and down with excitement. So much more shrewd than she was when she started the summer, she was positive she knew what Gail’s bags portended.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my mom. You’re gonna love her!”

“Ohhhh, trust me! I already do!” She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a folded note. There, in Elizabeth Kingsley’s clear, flowing script on her customary violet-embossed stationery:

My beautiful darling Kelly! (Mrs. Kingsley always used such hyperbole in her letters to Kelly.) I’m so proud of you! Gail has told me everything about how hard you’ve worked and what you’ve achieved this summer! Now I want you to go have some fun with your friends. You can’t say no, Baby, because you wouldn’t believe how much fun Gail and I had putting this together for you! Don’t worry about anything, either, it’s all on your dad and me! I love you so much more than you’ll ever know!

The Luckiest Mom in the World!
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P.S. I’ll be in New York with your dad, so no use coming home! Tell them you’re Ben Kingsley’s daughter and everything will go smoothly. And have a good time!!!

As shrewd as Kelly had felt before was as blonde as she felt right now.

“Vegas, Kelly!” Gail interrupted before Kelly could ask. “We’re going to Vegas!” Just then they heard a honk from outside, and Gail threw down the rest of her highball with a grimace. “And our plane leaves in 90 minutes, so get moving.”

Kelly’s body bustled out to the limo. It took a while for her sense of belief to follow her into the back.

“I don’t have a ticket!” she realized aloud.

Gail was scrambling to fix herself a drink from the limousine bar. “World’s shortest trip to the airport ever,” she was mumbling as she reached into her back pocket again for another piece of paper. This time it was an old school boarding pass with Kelly’s name on it.

Kelly was stunned. It said First Class! “Gail, this is…. This is—uh, wow. You shouldn’t have done this.”

“I didn’t, remember? Your mom did. And she bought mine, too! Vegas, Baby!”

That part hadn’t really sunk in yet. She was re-reading her mother’s note, this time with tears in her eyes as her eyes settled on the words I’m so proud of you!

“I know,” Gail said, carefully slurping from her newly minted drink as they careened around a corner. “I pretty much cried, too.”

“Stop it! It’s not that! I really wanted to see her, and now … I don’t even have anything to wear,” Kelly protested, weakly, thinking of the one set of fat clothes she’d brought in her bag.

Gail reached into her purse and handed her an envelope filled with plastic: five credit cards in Kelly’s name—including Nordstrom, Macy’s and Bloomingdale’s—and a stack of premium Player’s Reward Cards from various Vegas casinos. And a sticky note in her mom’s handwriting.

Live Large?” Kelly read out loud.

“Uh, yeah,” Gail said, placing her empty glass on the bar with a nervous sigh. They were nearing the airport. “She doesn’t mean anything by it. That was the Phi Gamma slogan before I became president.” Gail gave Kelly a knowing look.

“Clearly, that was the first thing that had to go.”
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interesting update! I hadn't expected one. Is this going to continue the tail or just a fun sidenote? Either way it's always good to see your work.
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While Gail did what she could to get their money’s worth from the limo bar, Kelly jumped right on her phone.

First, she called her mother, only to get the following greeting on her voice mail: “Kelly, you’re going, you’re maxing out those cards, and that’s the end of it! Everyone else leave a message.” Kelly left one anyway. “I love you, Mommy! I miss you! Say hi to Daddy!”

Then she called Wade, even though she knew he was at practice: “Call me!” Sherry didn’t answer either: “I did it, Sherry! I passed everything! Call me!!” And finally, Caleb.

He picked up. “Did you do it?”

“Ohmigod!” yelled Gail. “I totally forgot! Put him on speaker!”

Triumphantly, Kelly described her day, ending with Lierman’s offer.

“I don’t believe it,” Gail and Caleb said in unison.

“Believe it,” Kelly retorted. She hung up seconds later: they were at the airport. As they stepped inside, Kelly watched as Gail’s anxiety swelled. Gail grabbed her arm, barked at two TSA workers, and almost cried before finally weaving down the jetway. She kept muttering to herself, “Vegas, Baby! Vegas!” in apparent motivation. She almost walked back off the plane when she realized their little connector flight to Tennessee in itself wasn’t first class—but she relaxed when she discovered she could still buy alcohol even on such a short flight. Well, the crew found a way after she started hyperventilating, that is.

“I didn’ usedta be so scared,” Gail confessed that first flight. “Not thiss bad. But I’m so cramped now, it makes me feel claus—claustro—like I can’ breathe.” Gail’s hand gripped Kelly’s forearm and wouldn’t let go. “An’ no matter how hard I try, I can’ loos weight.”

Kelly had never witnessed Gail trying to lose weight. She observed how Gail’s broad hips were wedged against either side of the puddle jumper seats, how her out-of-proportion belly spilled well out onto her lap, the seat belt stretched to its longest setting across her chubby thighs at her belly’s most swollen point. Kelly could only imagine: on this puddle jumper she could barely move without feeling the bump of armrests against her hips. It was a new experience for her.

Kelly shepherded Gail through their brief layover, where more spacious, comfortable seats greeted them. Gail had a wide grin and an audible sigh as she eased into the first class seat. She fell asleep in seconds, and Kelly followed shortly after. Four hours later, refreshed and relaxed, they escaped the blazing heat of a Las Vegas afternoon and sank into new plush seats in the air conditioned comfort of their luxury limo. First stop: Premium Outlets for a quick stock-up on clothes from the Lane Bryant and the Dressbarn. Kelly hadn’t given shopping anywhere but a plus-size store a second thought.

From there, it was off to Caesar’s Palace.

“Kellen Kingsley,” Kelly stated at the front desk, after guiding a weaving Gail through the VIP line. Gail was doing her best to shuffle through the envelope of plastic they’d brought along with her.

“Ben Kingsley’s daughter,” Gail added. “Not me. Her.”

“Ben Kingsley? The actor?”

“Uh, no. He’s—“

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a Kellen Kingsley.”

“You sure?” Gail handed over a platinum-colored rewards card. The clerk looked at it a second, looked over at someone managerial who had walked up behind her. “I’ll handle this. Thank you.”

A moment later they were whisked up a private elevator to a private penthouse—with a private hot tub and private snacks already waiting beside it. Kelly was starving and dove right into the most amazing crackers with Dubliner cheese right as her luggage and voluminous shopping bags arrived.
“Don’t go too crazy,” Gail warned her on the way into their palatial bathroom, where she started attacking her hair and make-up with a vengeance. “Dinner’s nothing you want to spoil!” Kelly used Gail’s advice to remind herself she was on a diet, and she reminded herself to check for a gym her at her first opportunity.

Otherwise, she used the time to call Wade and fill her in on her day. “Sounds fun! Can’t believe you left me behind!” he said. Kelly figured it was sarcasm, but it still stung. The sound of his voice made her want to march straight to the airport and back east. Instead, a nervous Gail pushed her off the phone and marched her into the bathroom, where she fussed and primped over Kelly’s hair and make-up before hustling her down the elevator and to the front of the Caesar’s cab line. “Ben Kingsley,” she told the valet. Guiltily Kelly stepped after Gail into the waiting cab, trying to ignore the indignant faces behind her. Twenty minutes later they walked into the Top of the World restaurant at the Stratosphere, and Kelly realized why Gail was so nervous.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he said. “He” was Gail’s boyfriend in an Armani suit—which, given that he was chunkier than she remembered him from his picture, had clearly been expertly tailored for a perfect fit. Gail accepted his kiss on the cheek with a Cheshire grin at Kelly, and David led a twittering Gail by the hand back to their opulent table. He politely introduced Kelly to five or six equally glamorous friends, who were already sharing appetizers and a bottle of wine. A slender brunette greeted Kelly warmly and offered her a glass of wine.

“Absolutely!” Kelly twittered in response. Just one, she thought to herself, conscious of the calories. “How about you, Pumpkin?” Kelly teased Gail, who still looked as girlishly excited as Kelly had ever seen her.

“None for me, thanks,” Gail replied. Kelly’s jaw practically hit the floor.

But into dinner it became pretty clear to her why. Into her second glass, right after salads and before the bread course, she watched Gail, who was sitting right next to her, reach for Kelly’s glass, then pull it back as if she suddenly remembered something. It happened repeatedly all the way through the entrees and into the cheese course, when Gail turned to David. “Maybe just a little port with our cheese?” It was clear enough to Kelly that Gail’s drinking was a point of contention between the two.

But one taste of the port and Kelly understood Gail’s eagerness to imbibe. As the only child in an increasingly affluent family, Kelly was no stranger to fine dining in any number of exotic vacation locations. The leisurely rhythm of a three-hour meal was well-known to her, as well as the emphasis on gustatory pleasure over instant satiation. But as a minor on these trips, Kelly was never allowed the opportunity to experience the raisin-y sweet pungency of port. Other than the three glasses of wine she’d already had, and despite her ravenous hunger, Kelly had managed her intake with her Phi Gamma goals in mind. But there was no managing her intake of port. With an incredible sense of sophistication, Kelly sat back with port in hand and listened to the elite San Francisco intelligentsia that were her companions. Five-star waiters were quick to refill her empty class at a mere nod long into the dessert course, in which she indulged in drunken abandon, tipsily oblivious of the full extent of her intake. Eventually, though, the alcohol and the long, stressful day caught up with her: she discovered herself waking up with her head on Gail’s shoulder, suddenly aware of the sound of chairs pulling back from the table and a vacuum running somewhere behind her.

“Come on, rise and shine!” Gail coaxed, and David lifted Kelly to her feet and cradled her against his side as Kelly blinked her way back to relative alertness. Gail turned to her friends and reminded them of their long day and the late hour on the east coast, as if an excuse was needed. But apparently she needed to make the excuse for another reason: Kelly noticed how, in one motion, with David’s back turned, she downed the remaining half of Kelly’s long-neglected port in one swift gulp. She turned to Kelly with a wink, then helped David support Kelly’s other side with her own shoulder. It took a few steps for her legs to work again, but she made it down the elevator, into a waiting cab, and eventually up the elevator to their Caesar’s suite, where she found her way to her bed more or less under her own power. It was noon before she woke up the next day, still fully clothed, her mouth dry as cotton and her head splitting like buttermilk biscuits as she blearily wandered out to the expansive balcony, where Gail and David were sitting quietly in the sun.

“Afternoon, Rise-n-Shine,” Gail smiled. “Get those chubby buns moving. Lunch downstairs at one.”

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Lunch was at Olives next door on the Bellagio patio, where Kelly imbibed liberally in crystal clear spring water and tickled her taste buds with the best Caesar salad she’d ever had. Because of Home Ec, Kelly was quite aware how many calories were in the wine and port she ingested the night before, and while her stomach yearned to join the group in their lunchtime dessert, her mind screamed at her to hold back. Sitting among Gail’s San Francisco friends it took little effort to heed the silent screams: of the four other women in the group, only Gail was fat.

The other three were slender, athletic, sophisticated beautiful brunettes in their mid-20s, which made her feel that much more conspicuous as the young zaftig bombshell blonde in the bunch. Everything Phi Gamma—and her mother—had told her about how a woman makes the right impression was embodied in her companions: perfect but understated make-up and hair, nice professional clothes, and most of all slim and fit. Everything giving the wrong impression was now embodied by her … body.

Kelly’s response to David’s request for her dessert order was “No, thanks.” Which David subsequently ignored, ordering her the tiramisu. Well, he can order it all he wants, Kelly thought.

The short girl to Kelly’s left, also named Kelly, just laughed. “I see what you’re up to there, Rise-n-Shine”—apparently she’d earned a new nickname—“but you can forget it when David’s around. He’s not taking no for an answer. Sure, you can let that dessert sit now, but I promise you he’ll wear you down later. It’s best just to enjoy yourself for a few days and work it off in the gym when you get back. I always gain, like, ten pounds on these little jaunts of his. And trust me, on this little frame you can’t hide ten pounds from anyone!”

Whereas on me, ten pounds melt right in with the rest? Kelly had yet to truly feel a part of this little group, but this was the first time she actually thought of anyone as condescending to her. It just redoubled her resolve to ignore her dessert when it came, although she decided it would have been rude if she didn’t at least taste it. She did. She took four bites before she could make herself stop. Wow, this is sooo yummy! She did well to leave half of it on the plate.

Gail showed no such reluctance. David fed her the last couple bites before she breathed a huge sigh and sat back in her chair. But only for a moment. “Come on, girls. We have important business!”

The important business was the trip to Fashion Show mall, girls only. In practice, that meant plus-sizer Gail and almost-plus-sizer Kelly essentially split from the three California-thin jet setters. After Hours Clubwear, True Religion, Nordstrom’s, Bloomingdale’s, Neiman Marcus, Saks, Faith 21, Frederick’s—everywhere they went Gail cheerfully assisted Kelly in re-vamping her wardrobe. Occasionally she even identified something that might fit for herself, and she gushed with excitement as it found its way to Kelly’s credit card. But as the day went on, as she watched the California girls twitter among themselves about one slinky item after the other, she grew increasingly grumpy and discouraged. There was nothing about Gail’s shape that would ever allow her to present that kind of image.

Kelly might have been jealous herself but for two things: first, everyone who saw (including the California girls) oooo-ed with genuine admiration at Kelly for her bodacious hourglass figure; and second, while the young professionals found an item or two to take home, Kelly all but drowned in the shopping bags a $10,000 haul creates. Whatever spending restraint might have remained from Kelly’s childhood had evaporated with her mother’s voicemail blessing, with plenty of extra largesse to accommodate several items for Gail as well.

By the time six o’clock rolled around, everyone was tired, and Kelly was hungry, and everyone at least acquiesced to her idea of stopping in at Serendipity to share their massive signature frozen hot chocolate before tonight’s inevitable blowout dinner. Kelly splurged on most of the ice cream, the girls chatted over the fashion scene in and out of San Francisco—Kelly earning a surprised kind of respect from her trip-mates because of her expertise. Only Gail wasn't a part of the discussion: she didn’t eat a bite and sat silent and sullen most of the meal.

“Come on, girls….I didn’t come to Vegas to eat ice cream!” With that, she walked out of the Serendipity, presumably on her way up to their penthouse. The girls stared at each other for a moment, then scrambled to settle up and parted ways before the night’s 8:00 meet-up. Gail wasn’t in the room when Kelly finally made it to the suite with her voluminous bags, and it wasn’t until an hour later, while starting on her hair and make-up, that Kelly finally heard Gail come in and start getting ready on her side of the villa. By the time Kelly stepped into the living space, the friendly and radiant Gail that Kelly knew and loved was lounging on a purple divan—relaxed, ready, beautiful in her new top and jeans, and not a touch of jealousy in her praise for Kelly’s elegance.

“Kelly, I…wow.” That was all she had, and all she needed. Kelly was in a low-cut short, sparkly purple dress that accentuated her hips and breasts, with only a hint that perhaps the loose cut of the midsection might have hidden a bit of pudge underneath. Her golden hair fell in long curls past her shoulders. But it was Kelly’s skill with cosmetics—brown, black, and purple hues shading her lips, cheeks and eyes in Vogue-like maturity. Any hint of freshman innocence had melted away under the hot lights of the suite’s make-up mirrors.

“Ready for tonight’s adventure?” Gail laughed peppily, as if at some kind of inside joke. Then she zipped her way out the massive, ornate double doors of the suite.

Am I ever! Kelly thought as she hustled to catch up. Twice already this summer, Kelly had shared dinner with an older crowd. Twice she’d made less than an impressive showing: the first time storming off huffily after stuffing her face; the second time drinking her way into the nickname Rise-N-Shine. Both times she’d felt like the kid at the adults table, speaking only when spoken to, trying (and failing) to seem like a part of the group. even this afternoon's fashion ice breaker had been shared over a dish of ice cream. Not tonight.

Tonight she was going to show that she belonged with the adults.

She only got the joke when their cab pulled up to the Circus Circus, home of the Adventuredome. Kelly pasted on a smile as they stepped into the drive, but inside she withered in disappointment. The three, four times Kelly had been to Vegas with her parents, and while they were off doing adult things, Kelly and her friends would spend their time watching the acts on the Circus Circus Midway and riding the rides at the Adventuredome. She’d loved it. But now it was time to take the next step, and here she was going right back to it. She almost didn’t notice the heads turning her way as she trudged through the casino floor, past the Rock-N-Rita’s and up the passage to the upper level. Mostly the looks just made her feel horribly overdressed in a notoriously casual joint—all the more as she noted Gail’s casual attire, all set for a night of kid’s games at the Midway.

But her apprehension melted away the second Gail took the left turn into The Steakhouse, Vegas’ finest by long reputation. This time she smiled as David’s jaw dropped at the site of her, his entourage similarly stunned despite the afternoon they’d spent shopping with her. A few gratuitous comments, however, and they were all right back interacting with each other, except now Gail had slipped away from her and into the center of the mix by David’s side. And Kelly back on the outside.

But not all was lost. The Steakhouse was a familiar pleasure to Kelly, a staple after every Adventuredome soiree with friends she’d ever had. And, as a steakhouse, it allowed her to establish her first run at the high protein/low carbohydrate diet she’d used to drop the pounds last summer. She vowed to bide her time with conversation and lent her focus to the occasional friendly laugh at someone else’s funny story between her studious attention to her garlic shrimp, Waldorf salad, and outstanding filet mignon. She had two objectives in her mind: avoiding the cranky carb fest of her dinner with Lierman and side-stepping the drunken display Rise-N-Shine had provided the night before.

And such an amazingly delicious dinner should have done the trick. It’s just that about twenty minutes into her scrumptious meal, an enormous empty hunger gripped her: rumble, rumble, rumble! It took Kelly a moment to realize what it was: the creatine in her steak, unsatiated by the traditional baked potato or rolls. She kept eyeing the bread basket just barely out of reach, trying instead to focus on the conversation around her. But everything she thought to say sounded stupid in her head, and as time went on she got so hungry that she was afraid that “Pass the rolls!” would slip out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying.

And through it all, Kelly was taunted by the image of Gail.

As usual, Gail was lively and interesting—when she spoke, that is. Unusually, like Kelly, she hardly did, slipping in and out of conversation between long periods of rapt attention to her meal.

Unlike Kelly, though, Gail had company.

As was apparently his habit, David was carefully monitoring Gail’s intake of wine. Tonight, he was monitoring—more accurately, facilitating—her intake of everything else. It began with offering her a taste of each of his selections, banging out the meat from her crab legs and cutting her steak, then alternating between encouragement and gentle scolding about the au gratin potatoes remaining on her plate, to out-and-out spooning portions of both his and her desserts into her mouth. Only when she showed signs of resisting did he allow a sip of wine to slip between her lips. This wasn’t the exhibition of manipulation and control Gail had put on the night they went out with Lierman. She was clearly in the palm of David’s hand, rapturous and content.

Kelly found herself wishing she were Gail. And David were Wade.

Who still hadn’t texted her back.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

It made her all the hungrier, the leftover rolls all the more tempting, and left her grumpier and grumpier.

I wonder how many carbs are in a glass of wine? (It wasn’t like wine had been on the diet her personal trainer held her to last summer.) She ordered a glass and took it in sips the way Gail had all night, and glowered in her seat the way Gail had all afternoon. The only thing that brightened her mood was the thought that after her night as the third (or seventh) wheel at dinner was over, she could skip the Midway and hit the Caesar’s workout room before burying her hunger in a good night’s sleep.

(Continued in post 133 of this thread)

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Always love when I see a new chapter! I love the pieces of the story and I can't wait to see the final piece when I think she's going to be a pretty large lady
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Thanks for the encouragement. Let's just say Kelly keeps moving toward a much larger world.
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“Well, we think we’re gonna leave all the clean fun to you guys and head back to the room.”

With that announcement after dinner, Gail dashed Kelly’s hopes for her inglorious retreat. There was no way she was sharing the penthouse alone with these two lovey-doveys doing … whatever it was she didn’t want to think about them doing.. At the very least the Midway would be a distraction from her yawning stomach, as long as she could keep herself out of the McDonald’s peeking around the corner.

“Come on, Rise-N-Shine,” the other (slender, brunette) Kelly said, pulling her by the hand. “Let’s put that dress of yours to work!”

It was a matter of steps before a reluctant Kelly found herself standing in front the Rock-N-Rita’s bar.

Rock-N-Rita’s! Home of the famous Circus Circus flair bartenders and their even more famous blue toilet bowl mixed drink! Several times growing up she’d found herself munching onion rings while her parents had fun at the bar, wondering when she’d finally get her turn. It’s finally here!

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

Grrrr! She growled in response. (In her mind, of course.) This timing was awful. Couldn’t we have done this sixty pounds ago!?

“A Tuesday night this dead, there’s no way I’m letting a girl looking this good not sit down at my bar.”

“You heard the man, Rise-N-Shine!” Actually, Kelly had been so deep in her own thoughts it had taken a second to realize one of the bartenders was talking to her. “Have a seat and loosen up!”

That’s what I’m afraid of. But what else was there to do?

Kelly sat down at the empty bar with Gail’s friends flanked on either side of her: Kelly, the short, slender Caucasian brunette and Ana the tall slender Caucasian-Asian to her right; Emily, the other slender Caucasian brunette on the seat to her left, with James, so Metro that Kelly wasn’t sure if he was actually Emily’s boyfriend or her male bestie. A complimentary miniature toilet bowl complete with blue “water” appeared in front of her, compliments of the ruggedly handsome bartender who’d invited her to sit down. She felt a tinge of guilt for noticing his looks and realized she was more than flattered at the invitation.

“So tell me, Gorgeous, what’s your story?” the bartender opened.

“Yeah, Rise-N-Shine,” quipped James. “Tell us your story. Tell me you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Emily elbowed him. “As if! Don’t mind him,” she said rolling her eyes, as she handed Kelly her drink. “No one else does. But tell us about you! Gail mentioned you two were in the same sorority together?”

“Not together,” Kelly explained, flattered she would think they were peers, but conscious of revealing too many embarrassing details about her summer. But Kelly being Kelly, a few attentive questions from her companions and one by one every detail, including the embarrassing ones, came pouring out: academic probation, her sorority dreams, her struggles with math, her weight gain history, every last detail about Wade—everything. Three skinny-and-fabulous brunettes, a Metro boyfriend, and two bartenders crowded around and hung on her every word, putting Kelly exactly where she was most comfortable: the center of conversation. Drinks flowed all around (so yummy, so perfectly blue!) and onion rings were ordered, and by the time Kelly had knocked down two toilet bowls, her companions knew everything about the travails of her summer, her hopes for the future, her concerns about fitting in on this trip, and her anxiety about bringing her weight under control as soon as possible. Only when she finished sharing the details of her fears about Lierman did she suspect she may have said too much.

“I guess this is all just silly college stuff to you.”

There was a big pause.

“Oh, no! Not at all!” They all said it, in a reverbious chorus of unison.

“I think what you accomplished this summer was incredible.” Ana again. The other three voiced their agreement.

“My sorority was huge to me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without mine.” That was Emily.

“I know what you’re talking about with Lierman,” Ana said. “I still get paranoid that my supervisors are just trying to get me to sleep with them.”

“I’da killed to have a boyfriend I could get into like that in college.” Little Kelly. “Hell, I’d kill for it now.” Little Kelly was a bit of a lightweight and got a bit dramatic when she drank. “Can I give you a little advice? You gotta loosen up a little bit! You did it, girl! Less go celebrate! You’re in Vegas, baby!”

They were in Vegas. But up to now, Kelly’s mind had been back home, yearning to go home to her mother and anxious to get back in Phi Gamma shape—before she experienced the consequences of her summer’s (necessary) indulgence. But now, surrounded by this kind of affirmation from Gail’s Fabulous Friends, buoyed by the courage of toilet water, those issues were fast fading into the background. She had accomplished a lot. She did need to celebrate. And yet …

“I can’t,” she said weakly. Couldn’t they see? “I blew my diet all summer. When I show up at Phi Gamma looking like this, Sherry’s gonna freak!”

“Oh, come on,” James finally added. “Start your diet when you get back. It’s not like three more days is gonna make a difference either way. How much damage can you do?”

She looked down at three empty baskets of onion rings, realizing for the first time she must have unwittingly eaten the lion’s share as she told her story. You have no idea.
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The damage that night started over at PURE nightclub at Caesar’s Palace. Even on Wednesday night it was packed with summer tourists, but a flash of her ID and the mention of “Ben Kingsley” had Kelly and her new friends through the VIP line and up the glass elevator to the incredible views of the night club terrace. They were whisked behind the silky curtains of a private table and just as soon ushered, drinks in hand, onto the dance floor, where intense music and even more intense Vegas bodies pulsed with rhythm.

For a while Kelly lost herself in motion and rhythm, with Emily and James gyrating and spinning next to her. But despite the excitement, Kelly couldn’t last long: her sequined dress captured the hot air and, unprepared for this kind of activity, she hadn’t provided her massive breasts the support they needed to stay comfortable for long. It was just a few minutes before she was perspiring all over and her breasts started to hurt from bouncing up and down. Mostly, though, she found she was out of practice and out of breath. At the first opportunity she led a guy drag her to the bar and buy her a drink, returning to the dance floor only to ditch the guy before another one stepped up to take his place. By the time 1:30 rolled around and the place was thinning out, her head was spinning from the constant pounding of sound, the spinning of lights, and most of all the bevy of shots she’d downed the past two hours.

From there they hit the tables downstairs, where Kelly played—and lost—her first go at craps. But she didn’t care: she was surrounded by admirers, plied with tiny casino drinks, and buoyed by the constant encouragement that $100 bets can bring to a craps table. She cared even less when the name “Ben Kingsley” afforded them a table at the Munch Bar long after it was supposed to be closed. They laughed and ate until 4:30, then stumbled their way to their private elevator and crashed in Kelly’s suite. When Kelly blearily awoke at 9:00 am to pee she found herself lying naked with a fully clothed Little Kelly curled in a ball beside her, Emily curled up on the bathmat next to the toilet, and Ana laid out with a few pillows in their cavernous tub. Despite herself her stomach was rumbling, and she realized the smells of a freshly delivered breakfast were waiting in the common area. She pulled a robe around her bare breasts and shuffled her out of her bedroom, brests wobbling the whole way, past a snoring James on the purple divan, and next to David and Gail, who were just unloading the contents of their room service cart onto the little glass dining table.

Gail and David just smiled and set a plate for Kelly, who smiled back dreamily and sank into an incredible fruit Belgian waffle. Sank almost literally, in fact: at one point Gail shook her awake with a “Rise-N-Shine!” and led her by her hand back to her room. When she woke again there, Little Kelly was gone from the bed, and her companions were congregating out on the spacious balcony. A concoction that looked like Gail’s signature eye opener (but in Caesar’s barware) was sitting out on a side table for her, and she drank it down greedily without shiver or complaint. Again, Gail and David just smiled. Little Kelly, Ana, Emily and James looked as if they might not smile ever again. There was a barely-touched plate of sandwiches next to them: it looked like a nice lunch wasn’t in the cards for this crowd. Wordlessly, Kelly grabbed a half-ham-and-cheese and made her way to the bathroom to get ready for her day. But not before putting in a call and dropping the name Ben Kingsley. ”No, the real estate agent. Not the actor.”

It was 5:00 by the time Kelly got the group, all of them dressed to the nines with their heads finally in the game, over to the Bellagio, where Kelly hosted them for a six course dinner at Picasso. Well, it was Kelly’s idea. And her last name that got them the reservation. And her credit card (with her name!) that paid for it all. It was David who really did the hosting—mostly by selecting the wine with every course. After four hours of culinary delight, satisfied but not full in that way only the finest chefs can manage, and more than a little looped by wine by the plenty, they weaved their way to the O Theater for Cirque du Soleil’s famous water show. Midnight it was fine dining again—Noodles this time, where this time Kelly dove into plates piled high with Mandarin Chow Mein and XO Green beans and all but drowned herself in Japanese beer. Neither child nor Rise-N-Shine, Kelly was where she had always imagined she could be: the center of attention in an interesting and sophisticated crowd. Had she thought about it, she would have recognized she had it all without Phi Gamma. But then, Asian beer together with good company has never been noted for its facilitation of important life insights.
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They met again for brunch in the penthouse about 11:00 the next morning. A famished Kelly wolfed through her meal of eggs Benedict and prosciutto ham, eager to move forward with their day. As much as she was enjoying her upper crust vacation, she was itching for the Vegas vacation she had always known she’d take: walking the strip with a yard or two of alcohol in her hands, dipping into one casino after another to cool down playing the slots before slipping outside to enjoy a snack from the Cantina. Or the M&M shop. Or another trip to the Ice Bar, the thing that had always enticed her the most when she was a teen playing games with her friends at the Game Stop. She said as much as soon as she polished off her last spoonful of the most amazing Hollandaise sauce.

They all looked at each other, and Little Kelly broke the news: “We’re all packed and ready to go. Three days is about as much Vegas we can take. You outlasted us all, Rise-N-Shine!”

Kelly let the compliment blow right past her and looked at Gail.

“Don’t look at me,” she protested. “I’m heading to San Francisco with him—“she bobbed her head sideways toward David—“before I do my West Coast swing next week. You’ve gotta get packed: wheels up at 3:00.”

It was all Kelly could do not to scream and pout as she packed. Just when I was fitting in! She was just realizing she didn’t have enough room in her suitcase for all the clothes she bought when a porter showed up at the door of her suite: Don’t worry, Ms. Kingsley. We’ll forward all of that to your destination for you.

Wow. That’s service. Daddy never even got that!

She was a little protective as the porter and a female from housekeeping took her things away, but Gail (who had obviously arranged this) gave her a reassuring nod and a smile. Yeah, right! I’ve gotta get packed! After two months living with Gail, Kelly thought Gail must have something up her sleeve, but all Gail did was suggest a little roomie time downstairs playing slots before their limo came to take them to McCarran.

“Oh!” Kelly turned to the porter. “I don’t know what you were planning on doing, but there are a few luggage sets in the Cartier store downstairs. Would you mind putting those on my tab and having someone pack my clothes in them? As many cases as it takes.”

The porter looked at her a bit startled. “Yes, Ms. Kingsley. I sure can,” he stammered.

Gail turned around, pulled a hundred dollar bill from her pocket, then looked back at Kelly. “She’s just learning.”

An embarrassed Kelly paid her back the cash downstairs after a visit to the cash machine. They never made it to the slots: Gail’s mind was too set on lubricating for the flight to San Francisco, so they sat instead in one of the small lounges.

“Seems we never got to talk this whole trip,” Gail started.

“Doesn’t have to end yet, you know.”

“It does for me,” Gail countered, gulping at a Jack and Coke that had just arrived. “Vegas and my, uh, habits, don’t work so well where David’s involved.” That, of course, meant drinking. Clearly her food consumption habits worked extremely well for him. Kelly somehow managed not to let the thought come to her lips. “Besides," Gail continued, "don’t you have a boyfriend you want to get back to?”

Kelly wondered if she did. He still wasn’t returning her texts or her phone calls, and she was starting to wonder if she was looking too needy.

“I was hoping more about going home.”

“About that. Uh, sir?” She pointed down at her empty drink. “I …” She trailed on, apparently about to say something difficult for her. “I, uh, before you came, I didn’t realize how lonely I’ve been. I know you think I did you a favor and all this summer, but I want you to know that I don’t think of it that way. Living with you was a pleasure. I know you’re headed back to the Phi Gamma house and all, but I want you to know that you always have a home with me if you need it, OK?”

Kelly had never seen Gail cry before, but tears were in her eyes. And for Kelly, if someone else was crying, she was, too. She sniffed and said thanks, then began blubbering as it hit her for the first time that her relationship with Gail was changing forever. In about an hour. Gail started blubbering, too, and for a while they hugged and sobbed while Kelly told her how grateful she was for all of Gail’s guidance and support. Then Kelly ordered her own Jack-and-Coke and matched drinks and memories with Gail and tried not to think about what experience and her heart was telling her ...

... that their relationship was over. Even if Gail and her ever saw each other after today, it would probably never again be like it had been.

But they laughed and drank until David made his way down to meet them with his and Gail’s suitcases. He was sullen and wordless as they slowly made their way through the cavernous white marble lobby and out to the loading circle, where their friends were already waiting inside the parked limo.

Kelly’s head was flying, but she still found it hard to loosen up and enjoy her last minutes with her friends. Instead, she was starting to look ahead to getting back to her workout plan. But now, with her new friends around her, with the prospect of seeing Gail perhaps for even the last time, Phi Gamma didn’t seem quite as special to her. Even more, she already felt her brand new jeans squeezing uncomfortably around her hips. She thought how with her mother still in New York how dreary busting her ass with her trainer the next week was going to be—and how at this point she’d be lucky if she got her weight back down to where she was before she came to Vegas in the first place. And she thought about missing her dream of spending a carefree day drinking and playing on the Strip, and wondering how long it would be before she had a chance to do it again. She was lost in melancholy throughout their arrival and the checking of baggage through the sky cab, then through the terminal and up the escalator and onto the concourse in front of the security checkpoint. Kelly said her goodbyes to each of her new friends with a hug, then lastly sunk herself into Gail’s full form, Gail’s expansive belly meshing neatly under Kelly’s fulsome bosom.

Kelly brushed back tears from her eyes after they embraced, knowing htat this time the emotion was real and not just her usual alcohol-induced emotionality. They hugged again and sobbed a bit, not saying much until Gail peered over Kelly’s shoulder, then handed over the manila envelope she’d produced at the beginning of the trip.

“Everything you need for the next week is in here, OK, Sweetheart?” she said, then turned to present her documents to the TSA worker.

Oh, good! “And what do I need out of this, exactly?” Kelly had never traveled by herself and was used to others handling the details. Something about printing a boarding pass and an ID? Baggage claim checks? And what could else could she possibly need the next week at home?

“Sorry, Hon! Can’t help you from here,” Gail called back out over her shoulder, past the TSA guy and removing her shoes to indulge the national paranoia. “But if you look over there, I’ll bet you could get that guy to help you.”

Kelly turned around, looking for someone in an official-looking uniform who might be patient enough to get her where she needed to go. No uniform was in sight. She looked back at Gail, who was again pointing to someone behind Kelly, but when she turned again all Kelly could see was a man of significant height standing on the concourse with a duffel bag over his shoulder, his broad back turned to her.

But then the man turned around, and it was Wade!

Kelly skipped a few hasty steps toward him, then slowed as she felt the heavy pull of her breasts bouncing up and down with the effort. She hustled over to him anyway and pressed her soft chest into his, squeezing him tightly. Wade was laughing. Gail lingered back at the security screening station to see her secret plan blossom into fruition. He pulled away and held up his phone.

“You’re kind of needy, you know that?” he said.

“Shut up!” she exclaimed in faux indignation, slapping his arm lightly. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too.”

Wait a second!

“You really came all the way out here just as I was leaving?

Wade’s face went blank with confusion. Meanwhile, Kelly heard the musical sound of Gail’s laughter ringing out over the concourse.
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Your new twists and turns never cease to confuse me (in a good way) everytime I think I've got it figured out where it's going or what's going on it changes! A nice addition as always.
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Despite Gail’s laughter Wade had to explain that his plan was to stay the weekend with her, at which point Kelly bounced up in down in delight. And, oh, did she bounce, her boobs continuing to a second or two after she stopped! Her mundane Vegas dream of leisurely strolling the Boulevard poured out of her as they retrieved Wade’s luggage and stood in the line for the shuttle, but Wade intently declared his intent for the weekend.

“Buffets.”

The Buffet of Buffets, actually: 24 hours unlimited access to seven of the Strip’s best buffets. To Kelly’s seasoned Vegas ears, the idea sounded cliché, a holdover from a long past period when cheap buffets lured people to Sin City from around the country. But this was Wade’s first trip to Vegas. “Besides, I’m still in training. And from the looks of things,” he added as he pinched her hip, “so are you!”

Kelly might have felt self-conscious, but she didn’t care. And she didn’t care what they did, either: Wade was here!

Turns out Gail was right: this guy really did know what they needed. It wasn’t until they pulled up to their hotel that she even realized she didn’t have a place to stay, but when they stepped out of the van and into the Paris! Hotel loading circle, Wade greeted a porter with a handshake, presentation of a platinum players card, and the words, “Kellen Kingsley, Ben Kingsley’s daughter.” A porter escorted them to the concierge, where a guest manager met them and escorted them to their room for the weekend: a private villa outside of the pool. A wardrobe and chest of drawers were filled with her things, and a full set of leather Cartier luggage—hanging bag, overnight, travel case, suitcase and all—sat neatly to the side.

Gail had thought of it all.

As for Wade, he just threw his duffel bag on the floor. “Come on! They had nothing but peanuts on that plane and I’m—“

Kelly grabbed Wade around the waist and tackled him onto the expansive bed.

They laughed as Kelly fumbled with his belt and pulled down his pants. “No way!” Kelly exclaimed when Wade lay back, crossed his hands behind, his head and waited. Her fingers started working on the buttons of his shirt, exposing his tan abdomen. Kelly noted with a slight tinge of disappointment that Wade’s body was changing: his lean muscular form, still hard with muscle, had lost much of its chiseled definition. That tinge disappeared after she leaned into him, supplemented by a thrill when she felt his hands reach up and around her and unlatch her overstressed bra. They had quick laughing sex, one climax coming right after the other, but not before Kelly had found her confirmation of her most recent expansion: Wade’s hands returning again and again to her hips to explore new cushions of soft flesh.

The afterglow was cut short by Wade’s growling stomach, followed by more laughter, and they soon made their way through The Paris casino and on to the turnstiles of Le Village Buffet.

It’s weird how people react to Vegas. As a football player, Wade had access to well-prepared all-you-can-eat dining three times a day at the athletic dorm mess. Yet here he was all-but-chattering about how much he was gonna eat and how awesome it would be. Kelly, of course, was more subdued, and, if truth be told, actually annoyed. Not at Wade. Well, yes, at Wade. But she was annoyed because his enthusiasm for mundane Vegas fare in light of the fine dining she’d enjoyed all week made her feel condescending toward him. As far as she knew, Kelly had never felt patronizing toward anyone, and the last person she wanted that to happen with was her boyfriend.

OK. So, personally Kelly had never felt condescending toward anyone she knew. As their host sat them and took their drink order and explained the nature of the buffet, Kelly realized condescension was all she ever felt when she went to the buffet. Wade and Kelly split to forage the buffet. As she waited in line at a roast beef station she did everything she could not to feel it as she looked around. People of all ages, styles, origins and sizes—but mostly all at least somewhat overweight—lumbered around lazily with plates piled high like so many barnyard animals. Why do I feel like I’m better than them? She thought as she sat down with her plate. It’s not like I have any room to judge, she added, slipping her first bite of roast beef past her teeth, thinking again about the new jeans she felt pressing tightly around her hips and upper thighs.

Wowwwww, that’s good! She told Wade so just before she savored a second bite, so tender she almost didn’t have to chew.

Unlike the last time they shared a buffet, Kelly’s appetite was up to the task, if not always her palate. While Wade wolfed, Kelly sampled, setting things to the side when they didn’t meet her expectations, otherwise devoting her attention to the dishes she found delicious. Which, she discovered, was most of them: small samplings of seasoned russet potatoes, fresh green bean mélange, Provincial flat bread, and cold beet salad. Le Village Buffet may not have quite been Picasso, but it wasn’t the Silver Saddle, either. Not by a long shot. By the time she finished her plate she knew exactly what she needed more of and hastened off to get it, her appetite merely whetted rather than satiated by her full plate of tiny spoonfuls. She returned to the table about the same time Wade did, one hand holding a plate filled with toasted potatoes, green bean mélange and sautéed mushrooms, the other hand holding another plate with samples of this or the other casserole and a cop of soup. A small plate piled with brioche was wedged between the plate and her pinky. Wade just gave her a goofy smile as they sat down and sang each other songs of praise about all the delicious things they tried.

So this is why people like the buffet! Apparently, Kelly had only needed one that catered enough to her well-developed palate to understand.

By the time satiety caught up with her, Kelly had sampled two dessert plates with no less than eight different tarts and two tiny tortes, awarding full consumption to no less than five of them. By then she realized how overfull she really was, but instead of the disgust she was used to feeling at such moments, she felt warm contentment despite the discomfort at her waistline. She attributed most of that to the chance it afforded to lean heavily into the crook of Wade’s long arm, stretched out across the top of the booth because he, too, had leaned back to accommodate his overconsumption.

“I don’t think I’ll ever eat again,” Kelly breathed.

Wade looked down at her upward gaze: “Pfft.”
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Another great chapter, by the end I can definitely see her being a very large young lady! Can't wait!
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Of course, the next time Kelly ate was that very night—at the Planet Hollywood. And early for breakfast (early for Vegas, anyway) at the Flamingo. And lunch at the . And mid-afternoon, right before their pass expired. Between it all, Kelly finally got the Vegas she desired: leisurely shopping, hardly buying anything in the Passage; strolling up the South Strip (briefly, it turns out, in the 105 degree heat) sipping Drinks by the Yard, popping into the casinos to admire the décor and attractions. That, and plenty of trips back to the villa for sex.

By the time they made it back from the Rio Saturday evening for another romp in bed, Kelly felt liked a stuffed turkey. Over the summer, it had seemed Kelly’s appetite never disappeared. But with no studying, and with Wade to distract her, food was the last thing on her mind by the time Wade was ready for the next smorgasbord. She insisted in her mind, and her tummy, that she’d spend the hours lightly snacking while Wade ate like he was on the clock. (To him, he was.) But inevitably, a bite-size dollop of one thing led to a complimentary need for something else, and an obligatory final re-sampling of the best of them all. By the time Wade was sitting back admiring what he had accomplished, Kelly was wondering how she’d managed to squeeze in another full meal on top of it all. Never to the point of discomfort, but certainly enough to feel burdened by the stretch of her stomach as she wandered her way back into the casinos. But despite her new respect for the Vegas buffet, the experience was hardly the source of excitement it was for Wade, who seemed engrossed in the idea that he was taking Vegas for all he could while still complying with the dictates of his training regimen while on vacation.

“Best conditioning plan ever,” he kept saying. “And did I get my money’s worth, or what?” Wade had realized Friday night that six buffets is a two-day, not a 24-hour endeavor, and he complained loudly about it once he did the math. By Saturday, though, he was pleased at his ability to squeeze in five. After abandoning the idea of value for her buck the last week, Kelly couldn’t help but feel Wade’s attitude seemed a bit quaint.

Kelly was much more focused on a problem that had become much bigger than she realized: finding a swimsuit that could fit so she could take advantage of the massive Paris! pool. 36GG isn’t exactly a top size carried by the average department store, and even if the big girl stores had cup sizes that fit, the chest size was inevitably too big around or the only thing available was a tankini—flattering to be certain, but not anything Kelly felt like she needed. Wherever Kelly and Wade walked, Kelly had one eye pealed for a swimsuit shop. It was probably her sixth shop before she found what she needed late Sunday morning: a white halter top with triangle cups providing much less coverage than Kelly was comfortable with. Had Kelly not been on her second Yard that morning, she’d have probably ruled it out, not even left the dressing room with it on. As it was, she needed a bathing suit, so she consciously did what everyone else around her always did automatically when her weight was up: keep her eyes on her enormous breasts. Simple enough when looking down her cavernous cleavage was all she could ever see anyway! Already got a good look at the rest of me last week, she told herself as she half-looked in the mirror (the upper half). No need to get all hung up on it now!

But two buffets later it was all but impossible not to focus on her midsection. Kelly had asked for the closest buffet to be the closest to the cabana, which of course meant a return to the Paris! Le Village Buffet. Even so, their walk back through the casino and out to the pool seemed to last an eternity. She thanked herself for the third time that day for the last minute purchase of the yellow sundress with the elastic torso, which expanded comfortably to cover a swollen abdomen. The swollen abdomen itself expanded much less comfortably, each breath seemingly too shallow to take in adequate air and each step a jarring stab of what wasn’t quite pain. Back in the cabana she slowly eased into her new two-piece so as not to disturb her filled-to-the-top tummy, then lifted her mamms with her forearms to observe (in the mirror, of course) the mound which, hitherto, had for the first time been pushing each giant orb subtly to the side. She cupped each side of her distended stomach with her crossed hands and wondered—just as she had during her fair share of nauseous inebriated moments in front of a toilet bowl (in a different context)—how anyone could think of this experience as anything but one to regret?
“Man, nothing better than that, ever!” Wade was saying as Kelly walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his own swollen stomach pooch just below his sternum. He looked up at Kelly, who was rolling her eyes. Wow, said his lips as he looked up, but the breath didn’t come to his voice. Kelly was standing there, curled hair pulled back off her smooth shoulders, halter top straining at the weight of her heavy, still-rounded breasts poofed out even farther by the mound of food baby hidden underneath. “Except maybe that,” Wade finally managed to say.

She may have looked amazing to Wade, but Kelly still felt sluggish and unwieldy as they stepped out into the blazing Nevada sun and made their way to the pool. There was nothing close to a waddle in her step, but in her mind her abdomen was so swollen that she felt there should be. Kelly had been accustomed to heads turning and eyes following her for years—even more so, the larger she and her breasts were, and even more so the more her breasts were exposed, as they were now. She was so used to it that she rarely even noticed it, the same way she hardly noticed the attention and consideration that inevitably came with her attractiveness. Typically she’d no more notice that than notice the air that she was breathing. And when she did notice, the experience was almost always positive, filling her with a rush of power and confidence. Even this summer, conscious of the ridiculous pace of her expansion, she was conscious only of the judgment she might receive from the Linsdey Huntingtons of the world—or, more accurately, of Phi Gamma. From everyone else, though, she thrived on the attention, even yearned for it when it wasn’t there. As far as she could recall, that was never.

But today when the looks came—and did they ever come! She saw two men’s mouths actually hang open in mid-conversation. A poolside waiter barely caught himself before spilling a drink on some unsuspecting sunbather. Three girls looked at each other, then rolled their eyes in a demeaning gesture meant only to boost their own egos in response to the newcomer. And this was just what Kelly noticed the instant she stepped out into open sight. Today when the looks came she was immediately distracted from her satisfaction by the competing sensation of guilt, as if the open mouths, the stumbling waiter, the backbiting girls were all focused on her bulging stomach and instantly judging her for what Kelly knew to be true: she had overindulged in unsightly hedonism and gluttony, now on display for all to see. She tried to suck in to hide the bulge, but as full as she was there was nowhere to suck it in to. Despite the blazing sun she felt the heat rush to her cheeks in embarrassment, and for once she wanted to hide.

There was nowhere she could. Instead she leaned closer in to Wade, knowing his pure male sex appeal would boost her status and ease the judgment she felt heaping down upon her. Slowly they picked their way to some lounge chairs just outside the shadow of the hotel, and Kelly carefully lowered herself down. She was conscious of her thighs and lower back spreading out to meet the warm, plastic panels of her chair, believing even as she closed her eyes that everyone was watching and judging as they did.

But, thus rested of the burden of moving herself, she felt a warm wave of content fullness emanating from her taut tummy that eased her feelings of guilt and washed over her body in a joyful tingle. She smiled as she felt Wade’s massive hands spreading already-warmed sunscreen across her sensitive tummy, gently massaging the shallow layer of softened flesh that obscured the tension of still-taut abs underneath.

She felt like the old Sun de Soleil commercial embodied, the hot Nevada sun melting into what she realized by now was skin way too white than she thought it could ever be at the end of summer. Only the occasional need to cool herself down in the pool kept her from dozing off completely—that and the reliable return of the cabana boy inquiring about her need for another Mai Tai. She closed her eyes after her third and said a drunken little prayer. After all, clearly this was Heaven, and Kelly’s mother and Gail were the herald angels who had made it all possible.
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True to her word (a day late), Kelly didn’t eat again. Well, for the day, at least. She probably hadn’t managed to not eat after five since … since she couldn’t remember since when. By the time she went to bed she had convinced herself she was doing something substantial to prepare herself for the shock her system would feel in just two days, when her crash diet and crashier exercise program kicked in—late, but with a vengeance. When her growling stomach woke her 7:00 the next morning, that resolve was exchanged for an indulgent room service session of eggs Benedict and Belgian waffles. She didn’t know if it was embarrassment about waking early to eat, or flat greed not wanting to share—oh, that boysenberry syrup is so good! There should be more!—but she let Wade stay asleep. And all evidence of breakfast was gone when he finally awoke.

“I’m not that hungry this morning,” she answered Wade, whose first interest was breakfast. Not anymore. So technically she wasn’t lying. “A little trip to Starbucks on the way to the airport should be fine.” Kelly took care of his second interest right away, and she was happy to do it: she was fast realizing that her window of time with Wade was about to end. One plane ride and it was a week-and-a-half break before she returned to school early for Sorority Rush. Even then, Rush being what it is, what kind of time would they get that next week either?

That time window closed even sooner than she’d expected.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you have the wrong security gate. Your plane leaves through C Concourse.” That was the TSA agent, who may have been doing his best to hide his “You’re-a-bit-of-an-idiot” look, but clearly was not very talented at it.

Kelly gave Wade her “What’s-going-on-here?” look.

“Don’t look at me,” he protested defensively. “Mine says D concourse. What does yours say?” Wade didn't always catch on quickly to what was happening around him.

Sure enough, their boarding passes were different. Kelly hadn’t even bothered to look at hers, seeing as she hardly knew how to read those things anyway. But a momentary perusal told her this ticket wasn’t taking her home.

“Kelly, what does it say?”

Where is Gail sending me now?

“Do you know,” she asked hesitantly, “where Santa Ana is?”

*******

She was the largest woman Kelly ever remembered meeting. Oh, she’d met fatter women, and taller women, although Kelly guessed this woman must stand all of six-two. (Kelly figured she was a near expert after spending so much time around the 6’5” Wade Bode.)

But even outside of her height, everything about Jenny Larsen screamed “Large!”

Maybe it was the way her shoulders didn’t seem quite broad enough for the rest of her body. Or the way she seemed to slump forward with her shoulders pushed slightly up toward her ears. Or her hips, which on second glance Kelly wouldn’t have described as “fat.” Simply wide. Her eyes, widely spaced. Her nose: wide. Her neck looked thick and strong. The only thing larger was the large red melon that sat upon it. Her arms—fat up top, almost manly in the forearms—seemed somehow too short for the rest of her. Down low she had thick thighs on top of thick knees, and thick calves rested on top of thick ankles.

But most of all Jenny Larsen had a long, wide belly that, although clearly disproportionate to the rest of her body (especially, she noticed, compared to her ass, which seemed all-but-non-existent), seemed right at home, as if somehow the rest of her body were hanging on it and not the other way around. Her boobs disappeared in comparison, although on second glance--if you could even find them flattened behind her baggy T-shirt, hardly any support at all-- they were actually quite large.

“Now that can only be Kelly,” she boomed from across the baggage carousels. Even her voice was big, and sarcasm was draped all over her lips.

Why would you say that? “Are you Jenny?” she asked instead.

Jenny’s reply was a snort, nothing more.

"Dave said I couldn't help but spot you, and he was right," Kelly continued. She wasn’t sure, but she thought perhaps she might have not liked Jenny Larsen, right there on the spot.

“Dave,” of course, was David. David Larsen, Gail’s boyfriend. And Jenny was his younger sister. Kelly could see the resemblance in her face (that is, if Dave were a redhead) and overall build, but not much else.

Clearly she’d missed his charm as well.

“Come on, Rise-n-Shine,” Jenny said Apparently news of Kelly’s week had traveled ahead of her. “Our ride is waiting. And I’ve never been in a limo before.”

Jenny grabbed the handle of Kelly’s Louis Vitton carry-on and set off at a surprisingly quick pace.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Kelly said out loud, quietly, before scrambling to keep up.

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Incomplete edit on last post. Replace the part where Jenny just gives a snort with, "Dave said I couldn't help but spot you, and he was right."
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Gail had said Jenny was a bit “rough around the edges.” She’d also said she “has a heart of gold, if you make a little effort to see it.” Kelly had of course called Gail directly, and Gail of course enjoyed how she continued to keep Kelly guessing. “You wanted to join the jet set, well, here you go. Go jet. Besides,” Gail reminded her, “your mom’s still in New York, and Jenny could really use a stompin’ around buddy for a bit.”

From all Kelly could tell, Jenny seemed perfectly happy whether Kelly was there or not. She spent the short trip (but long drive in traffic, despite it being Sunday afternoon) lying back in her seat and looking out the window. Unlike Gail, she appeared to have no interest in the limo bar, and Kelly took her cue from Jenny. The duration of the trip, the only thing Jenny said longer than two or three syllables was, “I can’t believe how comfortable this seat is. Usually car seats are uncomfortable because the padding is all wrong for big people.”

Kelly smiled but said nothing. Jenny looked pretty cramped in her spot, as far as Kelly could tell. She looked around at the familiar sights of the Southern California freeways until they reached their destination.

That destination was the Grand Californian at Downtown Disney. Jenny squealed like a teenager—a sudden sound completely out of place coming from her—as they pulled down Disneyland Drive. “I love this place!” she clapped, like a kid. She glanced back at Kelly and leaned back self-consciously in her chair, like someone straight out of junior high school. The only thing she didn't seem like was an adult.

The valet had been prepared for their arrival, and in no time they were up in their double queen room—nice, but nothing extravagant. Jenny had brushed off the porter and hauled Kelly’s bag, and the instant they got in the room she dropped it by the door. “Come on, let’s go!” Jenny urged with an inscrutable mix of excitement and irritation that hit Kelly just wrong.

“Give me a few minutes,” Kelly replied, mostly because she felt she was being bullied. “I want to get myself put together.”

“Puh-leez. It’s a kid’s park. Who’s there to impress?”

If Jenny had a personal motto, “Who’s there to impress?” was clearly it. Like today. She wore no make-up, slathering standard sunscreen on her face (and her arms, and her legs) despite Kelly’s offer of Mary Kay spf 30 base. She kept her long, thin, strawberry hair in a ponytail stretched too tight, accentuating the broadness of her already over-broad, densely freckled brow. She wore cut-off camo shorts and a baggy oversized (substantially oversized to be baggy) t-shirt under an even larger tank top. On her feet she had cheap pink flip flops. Her toenails, though neat, were unadorned. No jewelry, no accessories anywhere. Even more, the reticent girl with the loud voice had been usurped by this awkward teenager who suddenly couldn't stop talking. She prattled on and on about how much she loved Disneyland and how Kelly was wasting valuable park time putting herself in order.

As for Kelly, truth was she was stalling. Kelly loved Disneyland, too—or did. Six years ago. The thought of moving from a week of adulthood back to the kiddie vacations of her youth was disappointing. Especially when it was a pity date with a girl Kelly clearly had nothing in common with and who was chattering on like a child. It was a far cry from the jet set friends and the fabulous boyfriend she’d burnt the Strip with in Vegas. A week, she reminded herself, wouldn't have happened if Gail hadn't made it happen. Kelly figured she owed her this one.

When they finally did push through the turnstiles about 4:00, it wasn’t the rides or a parade or the characters Jenny made a beeline for. It was the Carnival Café for a late lunch (very late, Kelly realized to the growling of her stomach). Classic American comfort food: chicken fried steak, green beans, bread. Followed by a long wait at the Sweet Shop for waffle-cone ice cream. Most of their conversation, when there was any, centered around all the different foods Jenny loved (apparently all of them) on Main Street and her detailed plans for sampling each of them during their 3-Day Park Hopping experience.

A three days that Kelly knew would be just interminable. Kelly had always prided herself on being able to talk to anyone, on finding something in common with everyone she met.

Not Jenny Larsen.

Kelly mostly muttered her neutrality with the strategically well-placed “Mm-hm” and carefully savored each bite of her food to minimize the actual time she had to spend in conversation.

Here’s how conversation went. Kelly would ask an innocuous conversation starter—say Where are you from?—only to get a one-word answer: “San Francisco.” What’s your major? “Social Work.” When did you get to LA? “Three days ago.” It was as if she didn’t catch the cue that she was supposed to take these questions and attempt to join in her in common discussion.

Other times, Jenny wouldn’t stop talking, as much as Kelly would privately wish she would. For example, How do you like to spend your time? “Gaming,” was Jenny’s first answer. To Kelly, controlling pixels on a TV screen for hours on end was about the same as staring through a kaleidoscope all day. Boys that played video games had always been off her list. Not that it stopped Jenny from telling her all about her exploits in Black Ops and Halo and Goldeneye and World of Warcraft and all these names Kelly could recall having heard and recall even more hoping she’d never have to learn more. She nodded and paid attention best she could with her best pasted-on sorority smile just hoping the end of Jenny’s descriptions of her online exploits would end with her next breath.

TV shows? Kelly asked as they stood in the interminable Pirates of the Caribbean line. (Jenny insisted that Pirates always has to be her first ride of her Disneyland trip.) “None, really. I follow the news.” Followed by a listing of the various news talk shows she’d watched and liked and all of her best and least favorite hosts—apparently all across the political spectrum. Was there anything that made Kelly run for the remote more than entering a room with some talking head on the screen? No reality shows? American Idol? Dancing with the Stars? DesignStar? (Kelly’s favorite.) “I find them to be vapid and pointless.”

Kelly didn’t even think to be offended. She was secure in who she was and what she liked. Of course they’re pointless. Isn’t that what TV’s for? She didn’t bother to ask what vapid means.

Where Kelly did become offended was after the ride, at the frozen lemonade stand. “I know we haven’t done anything but eat since we got here,” Jenny said off-hand, “but this is almost the best part of the show for girls like us. Except the fireworks show.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Girls like us? Rage welled up inside of Kelly. Rage never welled up inside of Kelly. Honey, there is nothing you and I have in common! she fumed. She wanted to say it right in Jenny’s face, got all screwed up to do it. But just as she looked her in the eye and opened her mouth, Kelly's rage melted. Jenny was chattering on, oblivious, thinking aloud whether she wanted to catch the Tom Sawyer show tonight and save the fireworks show for tomorrow or jump right into it. Clueless, but open, and unassuming, and clearly expecting everyone would think she had the best of intentions, because she certainly did toward them. However you might feel about her, there was at least no hating Jenny Larsen.

Instead, Kelly covered the moment with an excuse about going to the bathroom, not waiting for Jenny to come along, the words Girls like us! ringing through her mind. It rang even louder as she again felt that tug across her hips as she pulled up her new jeans, just five days old, never washed, never worn until today. She thanked Walt Disney there were no full length mirrors as she walked away from the sink, uncertain whether the pink in her chubby cheeks was from exposure to the sun or from being as humiliated as Jenny had suddenly made her feel.
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Kelly felt that way all through the castle fireworks show, dismissing Jenny’s offer of a late Downtown Disney dinner and wishing her a curt, completely disingenuous wish goodnight before hiding in her bedroom. All she wanted was to be alone in her room with her hurt feelings, away from Jenny Larsen. And that she was, for hours on end, as she stewed in anger, humiliation, and … guilt. Kelly couldn’t remember harboring this kind of grudge against anyone, and she certainly never lost sleep over one.

And yet here she was, tossing and turning.

She never really figured out why Jenny’s comment hurt her so much, but by the time 2am rolled around she reached two conclusions: first, she was ashamed for treating anyone the way she had treated Jenny that evening. If Kelly had learned anything these past couple of months, it was to trust Gail. And if Gail felt Jenny would be a good friend (“a heart of gold,” she’d said), how could Kelly argue with her?

Two, it was obvious her weight gain was clearly getting to her more deeply than she realized. She and Jenny were nowhere near the same size—not even in the same ballpark (or theme park, as it were). But the mere suggestion they were had unraveled her on the spot, and it was time to take control again. She drifted off to sleep visualizing a nice workout in the Californian’s gym followed by a refreshing breakfast from the light portion of the room service menu to start her day right. Maybe she could even get Jenny to share them with her.

Kelly never had the chance. She woke up later than she planned. Though revived, her enthusiasm was much lower than she anticipated, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to head to the workout room in nothing but her bathing suit, which was about the only thing she had suitable to work out in. When she walked into the living room, Jenny wasn’t there. And fourth, she’d penned a note to meet her downstairs in the Fire Room when she was ready. The note was on top of a covered dish with eggs, bacon and biscuits and gravy, which Jenny had made sure to note she’d left behind for her. Courtesy and the habit of hunger each demanded she have her share, and that share disappointed only her conscience. Oh, well. There’s always lunch.

In the Fire Room she found Jenny stuffed into a tamarack chair near the hearth, donned in her customary baggy t-shirt and cargo shorts, her freckled faced painted with a silly but endearing grin. At first, Kelly thought she must be interested in the Storyteller himself: he was young, energetic, kind of geeky, the kind of guy Kelly imagined Jenny could be interested in. But she quickly realized Jenny was raptly following the story itself. Well, not the story. The kids gathered around the Storyteller, and their reaction to every twist and turn of the geeky guy’s yarn. It took several minutes for the Storyteller to finish, and it was only then that Jenny noticed Kelly standing there.

Jenny smiled nervously, as if she’d been caught. “I love watching them. They’re so lucky. They’re so happy. It makes me happy.” She was blushing: a bright red, fiery glow. Kelly couldn’t have imagined her face could look any redder.

Kelly smiled. Most of the kids had looked a little bored to her.

But she didn’t say so. “It seems like you like kids a lot. Is that why you went into social work?”

Jenny paused, looked uncomfortable. “You know, Gail said that you’d be a great listener. I haven’t really found that to be true.” Ow. Blunt, as always. “But Gail must have seen something or she wouldn’t have said that.” And with that, on the couch in the Fire Room, Jenny began to tell Kelly about herself. Mother with mental health issues. A father who—well, she didn’t say, specifically. Foster care at an early age. Bouncing from house to house, through no fault of their own, repeatedly placed in poor homes who needed the income to make ends meet. Incompetent or indifferent caseworkers. Years of uncertainty in the courts. Sporadic, difficult visits with mom. Mom’s death by overdose when she was 11.

That hit Kelly particularly hard. She found the idea of losing her mother unbearable, and Jenny’s story made her want to run to New York that instant.

David had looked after her most of the time, and she had needed it. “I was always tall for my age,” she said. “And I was always really fat.” Unlike most people, she appeared to have no compunction in using the word. By the time she was nine, she was well over five feet. By the time she entered junior high, she weighed 300 pounds. She was teased incessantly, until high school, and she moved so much that any friend she made she was destined to lose. Her grades suffered. Without David, she wouldn’t have had any friends at all. He included her in everything, stood up for her in public, beat up kids for her in private when he had to, intervened wither teachers about missing classwork, took the blame (and occasionally the beatings) for accusations from some of the worse foster parents. Most of the time they lived within earshot of the Disney fireworks, and every year some foster parent would promise they could go if they were good.

“But it wasn’t until David got his first job, when I was 17, that he finally brought me here. All my life I was that red-headed stepchild—not even that, really. For one day, I got to be Cinderella. I dressed up and everything, looked absolutely ridiculous. But I didn’t care. David dressed up in some cheap Prince costume. That was the best day of my life. I don’t know what would have happened to me without David.”

Kelly understood now why she saw these kids as so lucky. And so happy. She realized Jenny probably saw her the same way. But she was trying to focus on Jenny. “Is that why you’re going into social work? To work with foster kids?”

Jenny’s story had taken so long they’d migrated into the Storyteller’s Café, where Jenny had filled her plate from the buffet. Kelly, in the meantime, had ordered a modest—if indulgent, what with the dressing and cheese—salad. Jenny’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth, and her face all but lit up with the words, You were listening!

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

Lucky you! I wish I had a career I always wanted to do! But Jenny kept talking, and Kelly kept listening.

“I used to try to look after the little foster kids in my homes the way David looked after me. It makes me happy to make them happy. I’ll never be Cinderella. But maybe someone else can.”

Kelly was genuinely taken aback. “Of course you can! Why couldn’t you?”

This time Jenny’s expression screamed, Don’t give me that bullcrap—which is exactly the way Kelly imagined she’d say it, because she couldn’t imagine Jenny cursing in a million years.

“Well, you could, you know,” Kelly pressed with enthusiasm. Maybe Kelly would never help lonely foster kids, but she had a way she could help Jenny Larsen. “You could do so much more for yourself than what you’re doing. You hide yourself behind those baggy clothes but—“

“A girl should wear something that fits no matter what her size?” Jenny interrupted.

“Yes!” Kelly affirmed.

“And even big girls should especially pay attention to their skin and hair?”

“Absolutely.”

“And for God’s sake, fat girl, get the right bra!”

That’s when Kelly had her first inkling what was happening. Jenny kept looking at her. Jenny kept going.

“There’s no excuse for a fat girl to have bad skin, because chances are you’re eating everything it needs and more. And big hair. The bigger the better! And no matter what your size, there’s men who are into it. Whatever it is, there’s a website. Just take care of yourself, let go of your insecurity, and that man will find you!”

Kelly was stunned. Jenny was still looking at her with those gray eyes, a spackling of green mixed in. She didn’t look angry, or sad. She couldn’t tell how Jenny may have felt, and it was scary. “Yeah,” she finally mumbled. “I guess you’ve heard all that, too.”

“A few times. Thanks, but no thanks, Kelly. I’m already secure in myself.”

Kelly was so embarrassed about what she'd done that she almost started crying.

“It’s OK, Kelly,” she said. “I know what you’re trying to do. You didn’t hurt my feelings. Come on! We’re wasting good Disney time!”

Kelly practically heard Gail’s voice out loud: See? Rough around the edges, but a heart of gold.

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