Author's Note: This is a test...It's an idea that occured to me...want to see if anyone is interested in seeing it go farther! If I actually do this story there will be more detail of course.
Jeff walked onto the stage set, a replica of a nice house with all the amenities. He mentally called it a stage because it was his acting platform for his new job. He was a fantasy fufiller. Unlike his coworkers, his services had been purchased by a single buyer, apparently someone with a lot of capital invested in this business venture.
So here he was. Being on film he was used to he had done this enough to feel almost at home. But this time he had been warned that he would receive odd wishes and to do them, or he would be fired.
Sauntering in, hands in his pockets, he sat on the couch and flicked on the tv. The camera leered at him coldly from the corner. Instead of glancing at it, he snagged a bag of chips off the side table. Apparently this client was one who liked it au natural. The tv show was relatively amusing, and he caught himself laughing aloud a few times. After it was over he wandered into the kitchen, thirsty. Grabbing a bottle of water the text screen, which was on every wall, lit up.
"No. Soda or beer."
Shrugging he snagged a coke out of the fridge and chugged it down, the cold bubbles tickling his throat. Snapping the can down with a gasp of satisfaction he neatly wiped his lips.
"Another."
Obliging, Jeff drank this one slower. When no new instructions came he tugged at his pants, huffing out a breath and chewing on his lip. Normally you didnt type back to your client, you just did what they said. This one wasnt being very helpful though. Fingers posed over the keyboard he typed his message quickly.
"Haha! Well I honestly havent done this before, so I dont want to just order you around constantly. Id rather just watch and get to know you." was his response.
"Well, what are your fantasies?" Jeff asked, leaning on the edge of the counter. "That is what Im here for. To please you in ways that you dont feel comfortable asking someone else to do."
The lack of response would have been agonizing except the line at the bottom showed assumably she was typing. "I dont think I can say what it is. Ive had it for years and its just too weird. Its not like the regular S&M stuff, or daddy fantasies Its way weirder. And I want it to be natural. Telling you to do it won't be as exciting as seeing you do it."
"Well, I can only be myself then and hope I make you happy. But I have to tell you Im a guy and left to my own devices I eat, sleep and go to the bathroom. Oh, and watch tv. Seriously, you can tell me what your fantasy is, and I can go about fulfilling it in my own way."
"Really? Its weight gain."
"No problem. There arent any weights on this set but well install them and Ill start pumping tomorrow."
"NO!"
"?"
"By weight gain I mean getting fat "
Jeff leaned back, understanding. He chewed his lip. Oh. Oh. Oh. This would have larger effects then just the time on the set.
"Im sorry, never mind, I knew this was too weird "
No, actually, Im more surprised than anything I mean, look at the way our culture is half the guys are overweight. Youd think finding one would be simple. Jeff said aloud.
"Its not being fat its liking eating, liking the weight they gain "
"So why ask me to do it as part of my job? I mean, Ill do it for you. But this seems like you want something more sincere More real than this can provide. "Jeff reasoned.
The phone ringing next to him freaked him right out of his skin.
Hello? he asked foolishly.
Youre right Im sorry The small female voice on the other end sounded incredibly ashamed, and close to tears.
Youre right, she repeated, her voice shuddering as she gulped air.
No, no! Jeff hastened to assure her. Ill do it, its not weird at all!
The only sound on the other end was a hiccup and then a the first howl of crying, cut off by the receiver clicking down.
Oh brotherr - now I've gone and done it," Jeff whirled, the text showing user has logged off.
Bolting out of the room he flew into his managers office.
The small man whirled to face him, the screens behind him casting a demented light on his face.
You idiot! he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. "You get back there! You fix this! We cant loose her! YOU BETTER FIX THIS OR YOUR FIRED!!!"
Scurrying back to the room Jeff paced, running his hands through his hair. Picking up the phone he paused, an odd expression stealing over his face. No that wouldnt work. Last incoming call Yes! Scribbling the number down he went on the Internet and found the address. Thank goodness it was a house number and not a cell!
Throwing his leather jacket on he raced to his car. The only way to fix this was to find her and talk to her, hopefully she wouldnt pull out of this deal.
Im going to need kneepads for all the begging Im going to have to do!!! he thought
Authentic
by Ichida
by Ichida
Jeff walked onto the stage set, a replica of a nice house with all the amenities. He mentally called it a stage because it was his acting platform for his new job. He was a fantasy fufiller. Unlike his coworkers, his services had been purchased by a single buyer, apparently someone with a lot of capital invested in this business venture.
So here he was. Being on film he was used to he had done this enough to feel almost at home. But this time he had been warned that he would receive odd wishes and to do them, or he would be fired.
Sauntering in, hands in his pockets, he sat on the couch and flicked on the tv. The camera leered at him coldly from the corner. Instead of glancing at it, he snagged a bag of chips off the side table. Apparently this client was one who liked it au natural. The tv show was relatively amusing, and he caught himself laughing aloud a few times. After it was over he wandered into the kitchen, thirsty. Grabbing a bottle of water the text screen, which was on every wall, lit up.
"No. Soda or beer."
Shrugging he snagged a coke out of the fridge and chugged it down, the cold bubbles tickling his throat. Snapping the can down with a gasp of satisfaction he neatly wiped his lips.
"Another."
Obliging, Jeff drank this one slower. When no new instructions came he tugged at his pants, huffing out a breath and chewing on his lip. Normally you didnt type back to your client, you just did what they said. This one wasnt being very helpful though. Fingers posed over the keyboard he typed his message quickly.
"Haha! Well I honestly havent done this before, so I dont want to just order you around constantly. Id rather just watch and get to know you." was his response.
"Well, what are your fantasies?" Jeff asked, leaning on the edge of the counter. "That is what Im here for. To please you in ways that you dont feel comfortable asking someone else to do."
The lack of response would have been agonizing except the line at the bottom showed assumably she was typing. "I dont think I can say what it is. Ive had it for years and its just too weird. Its not like the regular S&M stuff, or daddy fantasies Its way weirder. And I want it to be natural. Telling you to do it won't be as exciting as seeing you do it."
"Well, I can only be myself then and hope I make you happy. But I have to tell you Im a guy and left to my own devices I eat, sleep and go to the bathroom. Oh, and watch tv. Seriously, you can tell me what your fantasy is, and I can go about fulfilling it in my own way."
"Really? Its weight gain."
"No problem. There arent any weights on this set but well install them and Ill start pumping tomorrow."
"NO!"
"?"
"By weight gain I mean getting fat "
Jeff leaned back, understanding. He chewed his lip. Oh. Oh. Oh. This would have larger effects then just the time on the set.
"Im sorry, never mind, I knew this was too weird "
No, actually, Im more surprised than anything I mean, look at the way our culture is half the guys are overweight. Youd think finding one would be simple. Jeff said aloud.
"Its not being fat its liking eating, liking the weight they gain "
"So why ask me to do it as part of my job? I mean, Ill do it for you. But this seems like you want something more sincere More real than this can provide. "Jeff reasoned.
The phone ringing next to him freaked him right out of his skin.
Hello? he asked foolishly.
Youre right Im sorry The small female voice on the other end sounded incredibly ashamed, and close to tears.
Youre right, she repeated, her voice shuddering as she gulped air.
No, no! Jeff hastened to assure her. Ill do it, its not weird at all!
The only sound on the other end was a hiccup and then a the first howl of crying, cut off by the receiver clicking down.
Oh brotherr - now I've gone and done it," Jeff whirled, the text showing user has logged off.
Bolting out of the room he flew into his managers office.
The small man whirled to face him, the screens behind him casting a demented light on his face.
You idiot! he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. "You get back there! You fix this! We cant loose her! YOU BETTER FIX THIS OR YOUR FIRED!!!"
Scurrying back to the room Jeff paced, running his hands through his hair. Picking up the phone he paused, an odd expression stealing over his face. No that wouldnt work. Last incoming call Yes! Scribbling the number down he went on the Internet and found the address. Thank goodness it was a house number and not a cell!
Throwing his leather jacket on he raced to his car. The only way to fix this was to find her and talk to her, hopefully she wouldnt pull out of this deal.
Im going to need kneepads for all the begging Im going to have to do!!! he thought
