~BHM, Self-realization, Mild ~sex, Romance - The job began as fetish fulfillment, it wound up leading to much more
ACT ONE
Andrea moved to Vegas with hopes of becoming a performer, any kind of performer. She loved to sing and dance for anyone that might pay attention. She was the class drama queen at her middle-America high school, starring in every production from grade school though her senior year. She attended Wichita State, majoring in dance, minoring in drama, and taking outside acting classes and signing lessons when she could fit them in, but her dreams wouldn't be fulfilled fast enough in Kansas.
She left town right after graduating from college, hoping to get professional experience at a big Vegas show, or at least some modest cabaret work. While trying to get her foot into the show business door, she took a job at a mid-level casino as a cocktail waitress. During a busy week she found she could make very good money in tips and still be available for day auditions.
She befriended another waitress at the casino, a British girl who went by the name of Josie. In a late-night heart to heart, she admitted to Andrea that her real name was Jane, but used Josie, "professionally." In a subsequent deeper conversation, Josie divulged that she worked a couple of nights a week in the business of "adult entertainment" at a place called, "Wish."
Wish was not a strip bar, and definitely not a brothel, but a place where men could go to live out their fantasies and fetishes.
"It's strictly no-sex, they can't touch their privies to our privies, know wha' I mean?" Josie snapped her gum.
Andrea was fascinated and quizzed Josie about the varieties of entertainment provided. A few girls had the standard dominatrix role, but there were specialists for latex, leather, cross-dressing, role-playing games and a plethora of virtual reality equipment. Josie's specialty was the basic foot and shoe fetishists.
Andrea quizzed Josie about the girls, "are they all struggling dancers and actresses like us?"
"No," Josie answered, "they're all types of bints, tall, short, slender, fat, young, mature, white, black, asian, latin... every type."
"Fat?" Andrea asked loudly.
"Oh, yeah, quite a few of our clients like plump girls. It's a big fat market," Josie laughed.
Andrea stewed on this. She loved fat people and had always been fascinated with their bodies. To be more specific, she admired the view of fat women, but preferred physical intimacy with a fat man.
"It seems so interesting, I mean, it would be interesting to meet them," Andrea acknowledged her curiosity.
"I'll ask Delia if she minds me bringing you around, she's the boss. Her business is straight legit, but she's protective of the girls."
Later that night, the Andrea and Josie decided to go to another club for a few drinks and laughs. They were seated at a bar when a hefty guy walked past them. He was clean-cut and nice looking, in his 30s wearing a coat and tie. His vast belly was encased in a tight button-down shirt, draping over his belt, bouncing with the rhythm of his walk. In her tipsy state, Andrea gazed at his form and Josie noticed.
"Are you staring at that fat bloke?" Josie giggled.
Andrea snapped out of her gaze. "He's really cute," she gushed.
"Really? You fancy him?" She asked with big eyes.
"Yeah," Andrea sighed, confessing, "I like 'em plump."
Josie's wheels were turning. Through her experience at Wish, she knew that many men that liked fat women, but she had never encountered a woman who admitted she preferred her man to be rotund.
ACT TWO
A week passed and Josie approached Andrea with the go-ahead to meet the girls at Wish. They drove out together on a Wednesday afternoon. It was a stunning, old Victorian house, converted into a fantasyland for every taste.
As soon as she walked in the door, there stood Delia, a well-manicured, mildly buxom, 40-something brunette dressed in designer business wear from head to toe. Andrea was intimidated at first, but Delia was very pleasant and welcoming.
"Nice to finally meet you, Andrea, we've heard a lot about you," Delia smiled.
"You have?" Andrea asked, looking quizzically at Josie.
"Well, Josie did say you were a cute girl, and she was right, innocent looking, but very sexy," Delia announced, causing Andrea to blush. "Come join us in the parlor, I want you to meet a few of the other girls."
There she met Tisha, the African-American queen of latex, Gennifer, the tall blond expert in domination, Gennifer's best friend Amy, the slightly plump submissive, Tabitha the nurturing mommy, Sonja the French maid, Jill the schoolgirl, and Chloe, a big beautiful woman with an aura of class and style.
Andrea's eyes were drawn to Chloe the way a lightning rod draws electricity. She was medium height with chestnut hair and a generous body to match her beautiful face. She wore a creamy chiffon button down shirt and straight, black skirt that silhouetted her curves, full belly and all-over softness, so as to leave just a little to the imagination.
The girls all quizzed Andrea about the basics, where she was from, what were her dreams, her favorite and least favorite things about Vegas, et cetera. All the while Andrea tried to keep her eyes away from Chloe's abundant proportions. After about a half an hour, the informal gathering broke up and Andrea lingered in the parlor, carefully studying the antique furniture in the room.
Chloe came up behind her and whispered, "Josie told me you liked fat boys."
The heat of Chloe's breath and the words 'fat boys' made Andrea's thighs tingle.
Andrea turned red, "Josie told you that?"
Chloe smiled, "I knew it was true when I caught you looking at my body."
"I was?" Andrea blushed an even deeper shade of red.
"Yes, you were," Chloe brushed her hand down her middle and cupped her belly with it, "I think you like fat, don't you, Andrea? I know that look when I see it."
Andrea looked away, embarrassed. She was usually not intimidated by much, but all of this fat talk caught her by a self-conscious surprise.
Chloe took Andrea's hand and led her into another room. She shut the door and continued, "Don't be nervous Andrea, I just want to get in your head a little. I've met many men who love fat, but never a woman who does."
Andrea sat down and smiled, "Well, now you have, I guess," playing with the ruffle on her shirt cuff.
"So, do you only date fat men?" Chloe prodded her.
"Well, I haven't dated much at all, I'm so busy with work and trying to get my career going," Andrea explained with a sigh. She didn't reveal the whole truth. There was one big boy from her past she missed very much, her college boyfriend Peter. He was an exceptionally good-looking guy with beautiful green eyes, and he carried his 350 pounds in a way that she couldn't resist: plenty of fat all over his body with his full, soft, rolling belly as the centerpiece.
Despite her desire for Peter, she left him in Kansas to pursue her career and still felt pangs of guilt over the situation. She often lay in her bed at night, longing to have his big, soft, warm body next to hers again.
"A pretty girl like you? Men must ask you out all the time," Chloe prodded more.
"Guys do ask me out," she shrugged, "all the time, really. Especially at the casino I work at...But those guys aren't the sweet, reserved type I prefer" Andrea grinned, feeling a little shy herself.
Chloe wanted to get at the detail of Andrea's natural attraction to fat. "Do you like very fat men or just plump guys? Are you into weight gain?"
Andrea was a little overwhelmed by how well Chloe seemed to understand her preferences. "I like all kinds of body types, chubby to really fat, but I really like it when they're cute, you know, boyish cute?"
"What about weight gain?" Chloe pressed.
Andrea sighed and turned pink all over again. "Yeah... I do like when they gain weight, you can see it when their clothes get too tight," she giggled, brushing her hand over her own flat middle. "It's really nice to notice."
"That sounds familiar," Chloe had a knowing smile.
Andrea then turned the questioning to Chloe, "Wait a minute, what about you? What do you do here?"
"Haven't you noticed? I'm the fat girl," Chloe laughed, patting her soft belly. "So many men have fantasies about fat women but not all of them live them out, so they come to me. I talk to them about their desires, model clothing, wear costumes, do strip teases and gain fantasies, stuff like that."
"Gain fantasies?" Andrea was mesmerized.
"Well, I let them weigh and measure me," she walked toward a closet and opened the door to a doctor's scale, pulling it out for Andrea to see and stepped on it, pushing the numbers up the bar, announcing, "two-hundred and eighty three!"
Andrea's eyes filled with awe over Chloe's confidence in her body.
Chloe continued, "The most popular fantasy I use is clothing illusion. When I buy an outfit or a costume, I get it in three sizes, one very tight, one that just fits, and one loose. First I wear the loose size, and then strip down to my underwear. I let them feed me some goodies, and then when I put back on my clothes, I grab the tighter sizes. They imagine I've gained several pounds. I even have a few of my clothes fixed up with easy-rip seems so they can see me "grow" before their eyes."
Andrea couldn't believe it. She was enthralled by every word that came off Chloe's lips. "Some men like to tease me, some like to just talk about my weight. They want to know in detail about when I got fat, how I got fat, that kind of stuff. Usually they like it when I'm confident and proud of my body, but some guys like it when I'm shy about my weight. I play whatever role they like."
Andrea sat in her chair, dumbfounded.
"You know, I know some men that would love to have a fat fantasy with you, I bet you could do this," she reasoned.
"Do what?" Andrea was confused. "I'm not a big beautiful woman like you."
"That's perfect though, there are lots of men who want attention for their own tubbiness and weight gain, but they often want it from a thinner woman. You know, you'd be so perfect for it. I can tell how into this you are."
Andrea had never dreamed of this line of work, yet Chloe was so convincing. It was true, she was very into what Chloe was describing. She often fantasized about fat men, rubbing and tickling their tummies, teasing them with playful comments about their flab; doing a sexy dance up against their big bellies and even imagining their girth on top of her. She left Wish that afternoon with a pleasant but confused feeling about whether she could do what Chloe proposed.
ACT THREE
A few days passed and Josie approached Andrea at the casino, "Delia loved you to pieces, she'd wants to have you work for her."
"Seriously? What did Chloe tell you?"
"She told Delia that you were perfect. Delia's been getting requests for a girl who can make quirky fat blokes happy."
Andrea decided to accept Delia's return invitation to Wish to talk more about the possibilities of an alternative career. When Andrea arrived, she noticed a very attractive and moderately chubby guy looking nervous in the waiting room.
Delia welcomed her into the parlor and shut the door.
"The money is great... but I think you would really enjoy your job here too. It's a clean, safe environment and I'm very particular about who comes in here. I have cameras and emergency alarms in every room," Delia showed her the security in the parlor.
"You can make your own rules;", SHE CONTINUED."if you just want to talk, that's fine; if you want to explore other activities, like Chloe does, we can discuss it, but there's no sex here, bottom line rule. That's not the kind of business I run, and it will never be asked of you so long as I'm around here, okay?"
"Okay," Andrea took a deep breath.
"Now, no pressure, but there's a young gentleman in the waiting room that's been very anxious to talk to a girl who can appreciate his weight interests. Would you like to spend an hour, just talking with him and see what you think?"
Andrea's curiosity and excitement got the best of her, so she decided to meet with this chubby guy and see what she could be getting into. Delia returned to the room with him and shut the door behind her.
He sat down and smiled at Andrea but said nothing. He was good-looking in a traditional preppy way, maybe mid-20s in age, medium height, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. His button down shirt was very tight against his belly. His buttons clearly strained with a hint of pink pudginess poking through. He wasn't huge, but he had an obvious softness bulging out over his belt, and she thought he looked fantastic with it.
Andrea sat down in a chair across from him.
"Delia says your name is Mark," Andrea started.
"Yep," he answered back with a shy smile.
There was silence for several seconds.
"So, Mark," Andrea started again, "you came here for a reason, right?" she coaxed, wanting him to reveal what his interest was.
"Well, I've always been into the idea of gaining weight, and now that I have gained weight I wanted to talk to someone who might actually like it on me," he blushed.
"Did you gain the weight on purpose?" she quizzed him.
"You could say that," he smiled and looked down at his belly, his double chin accentuated. "I've always wanted to get fat, but I was afraid. Once I graduated from college, I finally decided to try just a little, and it turned me on so much that I've now put on 50 pounds over the last year."
"Well, Mark," Andrea didn't have to go into acting mode for this, because she thought his belly was adorable. "You do have a very sexy belly going there," she smiled back, gazing first at his belly and then in his eyes.
Mark responded with big eyes and a bigger grin, "Thanks, it's nice to think that some ladies might like the results as much as I do.
"Well, I can definitely see the results. Did you wear that tight shirt just for me?"
"Kinda," Mark blushed again. "I love the way it feels... I hope you like the way it looks," he cautiously spoke.
"Mmmm," Andrea nodded her head, "I do, Mark," appraising his middle slowly with her eyes. She continued to question him, "Do you like to talk about how much weight you've gained? Do you like to talk about how much more you would like to gain?" The questions just tumbled out of her mouth as she became excited by the conversation.
Mark's eyes sparked at the conversation and Andrea ended up spending the whole hour with him, the conversation going from purely informational to sexy interests. He described his long-repressed desire to gain weight, his new eating habits, how his newly fattened body felt, and his hope of finding a woman who would enjoy and encourage his gain.
Andrea found the whole topic fascinating and the hour went by like seconds. Delia walked in and interrupted things, walking Mark out of the room. She could hear a hint of voices, but could not make out what they were saying. In less than a minute, Delia walked back in, "Well? What did you think? Was it fun? Horrible? Strange?"
Andrea laughed, "It was actually kind of cool, maybe a little strange, but in a good way."
Delia was pleased, "so, here's your share for having excellent counseling skills," handing Andrea a handful of cash. "Usually the house takes 25 percent, but this was a first time thing for each of you so I charged him less and gave you the whole amount. If you get popular, you can make much more than this. It's still cheaper than seeing a therapist and I'm sure they enjoy it plenty more."
Delia sat down "So, Andrea, do you want me to market your skills? Do you want to be my fat guy specialist?"
"Sounds intriguing -let me hink anpout it, OK?"
ACT FOUR
After a couple of days and a couple of more reassuring discussions with Delia, Andrea agreed to meet with another client. A fat stockbroker named Sean, in his early 30s, was married to a fat-phobic woman who hated his burgeoning physique. He shared this information with Jill the Schoolgirl during his weekly visits during which he verbally instructed her on the subject of naughty sex. Jill suggested he meet with Andrea, telling her that he was a nice guy who needed to be re-assured that he could still be attractive to women. Delia set it up, telling Andrea that Sean was interested in talking to a woman who loved fat men.
Andrea invited Sean into the Parlor, impressed with his shape. He was a very attractive man, quite tall and exceptionally fat, but also broad in the shoulders, highlighting a form that hinted he might have been a jock at one time.
Sean unbuttoned his suit coat, allowing his belly to spill out into the open, and sat down with great force. Andrea was nervous because his demeanor was so physically imposing, and she was incredibly attracted to him at the same time. She figured his weight to be well into the 300s, quite near the size of her very large ex-boyfriend Peter.
Sean spoke first with an obvious chip on his shoulder, "So, I understand you're supposed to like fat guys, or at least that's your schtick around here."
"Well, yes, I do find big men to be incredibly attractive," Andrea answered, "I don't pretend with that part of what I do."
"Okay," he was a bit tough with her, "but you're getting paid to tell fat men they're sexy, and I've never met a woman who thinks a fat tub of lard is hot."
Andrea wasn't sure how to deal with his negativity, so she was just bluntly honest with him, "You're right that I'm getting paid for this, but that doesn't change the fact that I think your body is fantastic," she smiled. "There's no way I could pretend to be attracted to a scrawny guy, that's for sure," Andrea reassured him.
"So prove it then, tell me what's so great about a fat guy like me," Sean chuckled sarcastically.
"It's obvious you don't want me to dance around this Sean, so I'm going to tell you what I honestly think." She paused, looked over his body and sighed. "You have a wonderfully shaped belly, Sean... impressive actually. And I have to say your weight is supported really well by your breadth,"
Andrea praised him, saying the kinds of things she had always wanted to verbalize to fat men. "The suit you're wearing kind of conceals some details, leaving a little to my imagination, but I'll bet you have a great set of love handles and a nice wide rear," she surprised herself with her candor.
"Interesting," Sean shifted his weight, still skeptical but slightly red in the face and smirking playfully. "Have you always been into fat men or is this a recent conversion?" He was still testing her honesty.
"Actually, yeah, I've always found heavier guys attractive."
"So your first crush? Your first boyfriends? Were they all fat?"
"Ah, Memory Lane..." she mused. "Let's see... Well, my first 'real' crush was a chubby teacher. He looked really young, I think he must have been right out of college. He coached my middle school swim team. I remember his belly grazed along my body when he was showing me how to improve my butterfly technique and I loved it."
Sean laughed, "You were a naughty girl! What about your first boyfriend? Was he fat?"
"My first steady boyfriend in high school wasn't fat, but when a boy who was fat finally asked me out, I said yes. He was my first, well, love, I guess," Andrea reddened. "That's when I really realized what I really wanted, that it took a big soft guy to make me happiest."
"Really?" he smiled and seemed to melt a little, but then he frowned again, "My wife thinks my body is disgusting."
"She's blind! You know you really are a handsome man, regardless of the size thing. You've got great eyes, and wonderful skin," Andrea praised him.
He smiled again, but then frowned, "I used to get women like crazy when I was younger and only started to gain weight in college, but it was a lot of weight, very quickly. I got really fat, near as fat as I am now, but then I lost a ton after graduation. About five years ago, at my thinnest, I met Laura and we got married before I got fat again. I think I felt like I had to nail down the deal before I got fat again and lost her. But obviously, the fat came back in a big way, and then some," Sean explained, patting his full-grown belly. Andrea was thrilled to see it jiggle a bit.
"If I had met you in college at your fattest you probably would never have lost an ounce," Andrea teased him. "Seriously, there are plenty of women who would love to share a bed with a successful, sexy guy like you, you shouldn't judge yourself based on your wife's tastes," Andrea reasoned.
"Would you?" Sean abruptly asked. "I mean, I know I'm married, and it's against the rules... But my wife has abandoned me in every way. She only needs me for my bank account. It would be nice to just know... hypothetically speaking, that a woman would go to bed with me for more than my wallet."
"I'll admit that I imagined what it would be like with you when you first walked in here," Andrea sighed with a blush. "It would be wonderful to run my fingers along your body, massage your belly, imagining how your weight would feel on top of me, how you would look in contrast to me, how you would feel dwarfing me with your big arms," she really let herself go into the moment.
Sean was briefly speechless.
"Besides," Andrea feared she might be going too far with her honesty, but it spilled out anyway, "your wife is an idiot for not knowing how lucky she is. Your looks and brains are an attractive combination."
"Well, thanks," Sean chuckled. "Everyone always tells me how lucky I am to have a pretty 'Susie homemaker' wife, but looks are deceiving."
Andrea continued to talk with Sean about his physique, square inch by square inch, extolling the virtues of every pound of extra flesh that clung to him, revealing to him her desire for his whole body. At the end of the hour, Sean walked out looking like a much happier man.
Wish
By Ashley
By Ashley
ACT ONE
Andrea moved to Vegas with hopes of becoming a performer, any kind of performer. She loved to sing and dance for anyone that might pay attention. She was the class drama queen at her middle-America high school, starring in every production from grade school though her senior year. She attended Wichita State, majoring in dance, minoring in drama, and taking outside acting classes and signing lessons when she could fit them in, but her dreams wouldn't be fulfilled fast enough in Kansas.
She left town right after graduating from college, hoping to get professional experience at a big Vegas show, or at least some modest cabaret work. While trying to get her foot into the show business door, she took a job at a mid-level casino as a cocktail waitress. During a busy week she found she could make very good money in tips and still be available for day auditions.
She befriended another waitress at the casino, a British girl who went by the name of Josie. In a late-night heart to heart, she admitted to Andrea that her real name was Jane, but used Josie, "professionally." In a subsequent deeper conversation, Josie divulged that she worked a couple of nights a week in the business of "adult entertainment" at a place called, "Wish."
Wish was not a strip bar, and definitely not a brothel, but a place where men could go to live out their fantasies and fetishes.
"It's strictly no-sex, they can't touch their privies to our privies, know wha' I mean?" Josie snapped her gum.
Andrea was fascinated and quizzed Josie about the varieties of entertainment provided. A few girls had the standard dominatrix role, but there were specialists for latex, leather, cross-dressing, role-playing games and a plethora of virtual reality equipment. Josie's specialty was the basic foot and shoe fetishists.
Andrea quizzed Josie about the girls, "are they all struggling dancers and actresses like us?"
"No," Josie answered, "they're all types of bints, tall, short, slender, fat, young, mature, white, black, asian, latin... every type."
"Fat?" Andrea asked loudly.
"Oh, yeah, quite a few of our clients like plump girls. It's a big fat market," Josie laughed.
Andrea stewed on this. She loved fat people and had always been fascinated with their bodies. To be more specific, she admired the view of fat women, but preferred physical intimacy with a fat man.
"It seems so interesting, I mean, it would be interesting to meet them," Andrea acknowledged her curiosity.
"I'll ask Delia if she minds me bringing you around, she's the boss. Her business is straight legit, but she's protective of the girls."
Later that night, the Andrea and Josie decided to go to another club for a few drinks and laughs. They were seated at a bar when a hefty guy walked past them. He was clean-cut and nice looking, in his 30s wearing a coat and tie. His vast belly was encased in a tight button-down shirt, draping over his belt, bouncing with the rhythm of his walk. In her tipsy state, Andrea gazed at his form and Josie noticed.
"Are you staring at that fat bloke?" Josie giggled.
Andrea snapped out of her gaze. "He's really cute," she gushed.
"Really? You fancy him?" She asked with big eyes.
"Yeah," Andrea sighed, confessing, "I like 'em plump."
Josie's wheels were turning. Through her experience at Wish, she knew that many men that liked fat women, but she had never encountered a woman who admitted she preferred her man to be rotund.
ACT TWO
A week passed and Josie approached Andrea with the go-ahead to meet the girls at Wish. They drove out together on a Wednesday afternoon. It was a stunning, old Victorian house, converted into a fantasyland for every taste.
As soon as she walked in the door, there stood Delia, a well-manicured, mildly buxom, 40-something brunette dressed in designer business wear from head to toe. Andrea was intimidated at first, but Delia was very pleasant and welcoming.
"Nice to finally meet you, Andrea, we've heard a lot about you," Delia smiled.
"You have?" Andrea asked, looking quizzically at Josie.
"Well, Josie did say you were a cute girl, and she was right, innocent looking, but very sexy," Delia announced, causing Andrea to blush. "Come join us in the parlor, I want you to meet a few of the other girls."
There she met Tisha, the African-American queen of latex, Gennifer, the tall blond expert in domination, Gennifer's best friend Amy, the slightly plump submissive, Tabitha the nurturing mommy, Sonja the French maid, Jill the schoolgirl, and Chloe, a big beautiful woman with an aura of class and style.
Andrea's eyes were drawn to Chloe the way a lightning rod draws electricity. She was medium height with chestnut hair and a generous body to match her beautiful face. She wore a creamy chiffon button down shirt and straight, black skirt that silhouetted her curves, full belly and all-over softness, so as to leave just a little to the imagination.
The girls all quizzed Andrea about the basics, where she was from, what were her dreams, her favorite and least favorite things about Vegas, et cetera. All the while Andrea tried to keep her eyes away from Chloe's abundant proportions. After about a half an hour, the informal gathering broke up and Andrea lingered in the parlor, carefully studying the antique furniture in the room.
Chloe came up behind her and whispered, "Josie told me you liked fat boys."
The heat of Chloe's breath and the words 'fat boys' made Andrea's thighs tingle.
Andrea turned red, "Josie told you that?"
Chloe smiled, "I knew it was true when I caught you looking at my body."
"I was?" Andrea blushed an even deeper shade of red.
"Yes, you were," Chloe brushed her hand down her middle and cupped her belly with it, "I think you like fat, don't you, Andrea? I know that look when I see it."
Andrea looked away, embarrassed. She was usually not intimidated by much, but all of this fat talk caught her by a self-conscious surprise.
Chloe took Andrea's hand and led her into another room. She shut the door and continued, "Don't be nervous Andrea, I just want to get in your head a little. I've met many men who love fat, but never a woman who does."
Andrea sat down and smiled, "Well, now you have, I guess," playing with the ruffle on her shirt cuff.
"So, do you only date fat men?" Chloe prodded her.
"Well, I haven't dated much at all, I'm so busy with work and trying to get my career going," Andrea explained with a sigh. She didn't reveal the whole truth. There was one big boy from her past she missed very much, her college boyfriend Peter. He was an exceptionally good-looking guy with beautiful green eyes, and he carried his 350 pounds in a way that she couldn't resist: plenty of fat all over his body with his full, soft, rolling belly as the centerpiece.
Despite her desire for Peter, she left him in Kansas to pursue her career and still felt pangs of guilt over the situation. She often lay in her bed at night, longing to have his big, soft, warm body next to hers again.
"A pretty girl like you? Men must ask you out all the time," Chloe prodded more.
"Guys do ask me out," she shrugged, "all the time, really. Especially at the casino I work at...But those guys aren't the sweet, reserved type I prefer" Andrea grinned, feeling a little shy herself.
Chloe wanted to get at the detail of Andrea's natural attraction to fat. "Do you like very fat men or just plump guys? Are you into weight gain?"
Andrea was a little overwhelmed by how well Chloe seemed to understand her preferences. "I like all kinds of body types, chubby to really fat, but I really like it when they're cute, you know, boyish cute?"
"What about weight gain?" Chloe pressed.
Andrea sighed and turned pink all over again. "Yeah... I do like when they gain weight, you can see it when their clothes get too tight," she giggled, brushing her hand over her own flat middle. "It's really nice to notice."
"That sounds familiar," Chloe had a knowing smile.
Andrea then turned the questioning to Chloe, "Wait a minute, what about you? What do you do here?"
"Haven't you noticed? I'm the fat girl," Chloe laughed, patting her soft belly. "So many men have fantasies about fat women but not all of them live them out, so they come to me. I talk to them about their desires, model clothing, wear costumes, do strip teases and gain fantasies, stuff like that."
"Gain fantasies?" Andrea was mesmerized.
"Well, I let them weigh and measure me," she walked toward a closet and opened the door to a doctor's scale, pulling it out for Andrea to see and stepped on it, pushing the numbers up the bar, announcing, "two-hundred and eighty three!"
Andrea's eyes filled with awe over Chloe's confidence in her body.
Chloe continued, "The most popular fantasy I use is clothing illusion. When I buy an outfit or a costume, I get it in three sizes, one very tight, one that just fits, and one loose. First I wear the loose size, and then strip down to my underwear. I let them feed me some goodies, and then when I put back on my clothes, I grab the tighter sizes. They imagine I've gained several pounds. I even have a few of my clothes fixed up with easy-rip seems so they can see me "grow" before their eyes."
Andrea couldn't believe it. She was enthralled by every word that came off Chloe's lips. "Some men like to tease me, some like to just talk about my weight. They want to know in detail about when I got fat, how I got fat, that kind of stuff. Usually they like it when I'm confident and proud of my body, but some guys like it when I'm shy about my weight. I play whatever role they like."
Andrea sat in her chair, dumbfounded.
"You know, I know some men that would love to have a fat fantasy with you, I bet you could do this," she reasoned.
"Do what?" Andrea was confused. "I'm not a big beautiful woman like you."
"That's perfect though, there are lots of men who want attention for their own tubbiness and weight gain, but they often want it from a thinner woman. You know, you'd be so perfect for it. I can tell how into this you are."
Andrea had never dreamed of this line of work, yet Chloe was so convincing. It was true, she was very into what Chloe was describing. She often fantasized about fat men, rubbing and tickling their tummies, teasing them with playful comments about their flab; doing a sexy dance up against their big bellies and even imagining their girth on top of her. She left Wish that afternoon with a pleasant but confused feeling about whether she could do what Chloe proposed.
ACT THREE
A few days passed and Josie approached Andrea at the casino, "Delia loved you to pieces, she'd wants to have you work for her."
"Seriously? What did Chloe tell you?"
"She told Delia that you were perfect. Delia's been getting requests for a girl who can make quirky fat blokes happy."
Andrea decided to accept Delia's return invitation to Wish to talk more about the possibilities of an alternative career. When Andrea arrived, she noticed a very attractive and moderately chubby guy looking nervous in the waiting room.
Delia welcomed her into the parlor and shut the door.
"The money is great... but I think you would really enjoy your job here too. It's a clean, safe environment and I'm very particular about who comes in here. I have cameras and emergency alarms in every room," Delia showed her the security in the parlor.
"You can make your own rules;", SHE CONTINUED."if you just want to talk, that's fine; if you want to explore other activities, like Chloe does, we can discuss it, but there's no sex here, bottom line rule. That's not the kind of business I run, and it will never be asked of you so long as I'm around here, okay?"
"Okay," Andrea took a deep breath.
"Now, no pressure, but there's a young gentleman in the waiting room that's been very anxious to talk to a girl who can appreciate his weight interests. Would you like to spend an hour, just talking with him and see what you think?"
Andrea's curiosity and excitement got the best of her, so she decided to meet with this chubby guy and see what she could be getting into. Delia returned to the room with him and shut the door behind her.
He sat down and smiled at Andrea but said nothing. He was good-looking in a traditional preppy way, maybe mid-20s in age, medium height, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. His button down shirt was very tight against his belly. His buttons clearly strained with a hint of pink pudginess poking through. He wasn't huge, but he had an obvious softness bulging out over his belt, and she thought he looked fantastic with it.
Andrea sat down in a chair across from him.
"Delia says your name is Mark," Andrea started.
"Yep," he answered back with a shy smile.
There was silence for several seconds.
"So, Mark," Andrea started again, "you came here for a reason, right?" she coaxed, wanting him to reveal what his interest was.
"Well, I've always been into the idea of gaining weight, and now that I have gained weight I wanted to talk to someone who might actually like it on me," he blushed.
"Did you gain the weight on purpose?" she quizzed him.
"You could say that," he smiled and looked down at his belly, his double chin accentuated. "I've always wanted to get fat, but I was afraid. Once I graduated from college, I finally decided to try just a little, and it turned me on so much that I've now put on 50 pounds over the last year."
"Well, Mark," Andrea didn't have to go into acting mode for this, because she thought his belly was adorable. "You do have a very sexy belly going there," she smiled back, gazing first at his belly and then in his eyes.
Mark responded with big eyes and a bigger grin, "Thanks, it's nice to think that some ladies might like the results as much as I do.
"Well, I can definitely see the results. Did you wear that tight shirt just for me?"
"Kinda," Mark blushed again. "I love the way it feels... I hope you like the way it looks," he cautiously spoke.
"Mmmm," Andrea nodded her head, "I do, Mark," appraising his middle slowly with her eyes. She continued to question him, "Do you like to talk about how much weight you've gained? Do you like to talk about how much more you would like to gain?" The questions just tumbled out of her mouth as she became excited by the conversation.
Mark's eyes sparked at the conversation and Andrea ended up spending the whole hour with him, the conversation going from purely informational to sexy interests. He described his long-repressed desire to gain weight, his new eating habits, how his newly fattened body felt, and his hope of finding a woman who would enjoy and encourage his gain.
Andrea found the whole topic fascinating and the hour went by like seconds. Delia walked in and interrupted things, walking Mark out of the room. She could hear a hint of voices, but could not make out what they were saying. In less than a minute, Delia walked back in, "Well? What did you think? Was it fun? Horrible? Strange?"
Andrea laughed, "It was actually kind of cool, maybe a little strange, but in a good way."
Delia was pleased, "so, here's your share for having excellent counseling skills," handing Andrea a handful of cash. "Usually the house takes 25 percent, but this was a first time thing for each of you so I charged him less and gave you the whole amount. If you get popular, you can make much more than this. It's still cheaper than seeing a therapist and I'm sure they enjoy it plenty more."
Delia sat down "So, Andrea, do you want me to market your skills? Do you want to be my fat guy specialist?"
"Sounds intriguing -let me hink anpout it, OK?"
ACT FOUR
After a couple of days and a couple of more reassuring discussions with Delia, Andrea agreed to meet with another client. A fat stockbroker named Sean, in his early 30s, was married to a fat-phobic woman who hated his burgeoning physique. He shared this information with Jill the Schoolgirl during his weekly visits during which he verbally instructed her on the subject of naughty sex. Jill suggested he meet with Andrea, telling her that he was a nice guy who needed to be re-assured that he could still be attractive to women. Delia set it up, telling Andrea that Sean was interested in talking to a woman who loved fat men.
Andrea invited Sean into the Parlor, impressed with his shape. He was a very attractive man, quite tall and exceptionally fat, but also broad in the shoulders, highlighting a form that hinted he might have been a jock at one time.
Sean unbuttoned his suit coat, allowing his belly to spill out into the open, and sat down with great force. Andrea was nervous because his demeanor was so physically imposing, and she was incredibly attracted to him at the same time. She figured his weight to be well into the 300s, quite near the size of her very large ex-boyfriend Peter.
Sean spoke first with an obvious chip on his shoulder, "So, I understand you're supposed to like fat guys, or at least that's your schtick around here."
"Well, yes, I do find big men to be incredibly attractive," Andrea answered, "I don't pretend with that part of what I do."
"Okay," he was a bit tough with her, "but you're getting paid to tell fat men they're sexy, and I've never met a woman who thinks a fat tub of lard is hot."
Andrea wasn't sure how to deal with his negativity, so she was just bluntly honest with him, "You're right that I'm getting paid for this, but that doesn't change the fact that I think your body is fantastic," she smiled. "There's no way I could pretend to be attracted to a scrawny guy, that's for sure," Andrea reassured him.
"So prove it then, tell me what's so great about a fat guy like me," Sean chuckled sarcastically.
"It's obvious you don't want me to dance around this Sean, so I'm going to tell you what I honestly think." She paused, looked over his body and sighed. "You have a wonderfully shaped belly, Sean... impressive actually. And I have to say your weight is supported really well by your breadth,"
Andrea praised him, saying the kinds of things she had always wanted to verbalize to fat men. "The suit you're wearing kind of conceals some details, leaving a little to my imagination, but I'll bet you have a great set of love handles and a nice wide rear," she surprised herself with her candor.
"Interesting," Sean shifted his weight, still skeptical but slightly red in the face and smirking playfully. "Have you always been into fat men or is this a recent conversion?" He was still testing her honesty.
"Actually, yeah, I've always found heavier guys attractive."
"So your first crush? Your first boyfriends? Were they all fat?"
"Ah, Memory Lane..." she mused. "Let's see... Well, my first 'real' crush was a chubby teacher. He looked really young, I think he must have been right out of college. He coached my middle school swim team. I remember his belly grazed along my body when he was showing me how to improve my butterfly technique and I loved it."
Sean laughed, "You were a naughty girl! What about your first boyfriend? Was he fat?"
"My first steady boyfriend in high school wasn't fat, but when a boy who was fat finally asked me out, I said yes. He was my first, well, love, I guess," Andrea reddened. "That's when I really realized what I really wanted, that it took a big soft guy to make me happiest."
"Really?" he smiled and seemed to melt a little, but then he frowned again, "My wife thinks my body is disgusting."
"She's blind! You know you really are a handsome man, regardless of the size thing. You've got great eyes, and wonderful skin," Andrea praised him.
He smiled again, but then frowned, "I used to get women like crazy when I was younger and only started to gain weight in college, but it was a lot of weight, very quickly. I got really fat, near as fat as I am now, but then I lost a ton after graduation. About five years ago, at my thinnest, I met Laura and we got married before I got fat again. I think I felt like I had to nail down the deal before I got fat again and lost her. But obviously, the fat came back in a big way, and then some," Sean explained, patting his full-grown belly. Andrea was thrilled to see it jiggle a bit.
"If I had met you in college at your fattest you probably would never have lost an ounce," Andrea teased him. "Seriously, there are plenty of women who would love to share a bed with a successful, sexy guy like you, you shouldn't judge yourself based on your wife's tastes," Andrea reasoned.
"Would you?" Sean abruptly asked. "I mean, I know I'm married, and it's against the rules... But my wife has abandoned me in every way. She only needs me for my bank account. It would be nice to just know... hypothetically speaking, that a woman would go to bed with me for more than my wallet."
"I'll admit that I imagined what it would be like with you when you first walked in here," Andrea sighed with a blush. "It would be wonderful to run my fingers along your body, massage your belly, imagining how your weight would feel on top of me, how you would look in contrast to me, how you would feel dwarfing me with your big arms," she really let herself go into the moment.
Sean was briefly speechless.
"Besides," Andrea feared she might be going too far with her honesty, but it spilled out anyway, "your wife is an idiot for not knowing how lucky she is. Your looks and brains are an attractive combination."
"Well, thanks," Sean chuckled. "Everyone always tells me how lucky I am to have a pretty 'Susie homemaker' wife, but looks are deceiving."
Andrea continued to talk with Sean about his physique, square inch by square inch, extolling the virtues of every pound of extra flesh that clung to him, revealing to him her desire for his whole body. At the end of the hour, Sean walked out looking like a much happier man.
