Part 1 of 3

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My name is Trey and I’m a Siberian husky from Los Angeles. I am five foot seven inches tall and weigh 210 pounds of pure muscle. I’m a very handsome guy, if I do say so myself. Since I live in LA and so good looking, I’m an actor, but work hasn’t been good lately. So I go try out for the lead role of some television series. I wish I had learned more about it, because I’m not the only one who wants this role. Many other actors, of different animal backgrounds, vie for it. I take a number then I wait.

As I wait, I get hungry. I walk from the waiting area to find a vending machine. My journey leads me to tables with a spread of delicious food. My eyes scan the food and move to spot the lioness that tends the table in a chair. I can’t top staring at her, and she’s normally not my type. She looks so majestic. She’s 5 feet six inches and a whopping 300 pounds. I just have to talk to her.

I walk to her and say, “I guess the food here is good.”

She stands and says, “And what the hell is that suppose to mean?”

I wonder why she’s offended. I figure it and say, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes you did,” she tells me, “You pretty boys are all the same. You think that because I’m fat, I tasted everything here.”

“That’s not true,” I reply. I read her name tag and continue, “Natalia, I just wanted to talk to you. I guess I said the wrong thing.” I walk away with sad expression. I know I’ll hear …

“Wait up,” Natalia calls to me, “I’m sorry I assumed that.”

I turn to her.

She admits, “To tell the truth, I have tasted everything here. It all is delicious.”

“Okay,” I reply as I take a small plastic plate.

I sample some of the food. I can’t believe how good it is. I forget about my strict diet, ‘cause ya know, we actors gotta stay in shape. I eat until my small plate is empty. I go to put more food onto it. Natalia laughs and comes to me with a larger plate. I smile at her and take the plate. I figure that since there are a lot of actors going for the role, I have time to fill this plate. As usual, I am right. I sit with Natalia and eat. I ask about her as I chew. I try to keep focus on her. She tells me that she’s originally from New Orleans. Before I can ask her another question, she offers me a slice of apple pie. I reach to accept it, but then I hear someone call my name.

It’s time for my audition. I’m nervous. I didn’t study the script like everyone else. On top of that, my flat six pack abs now protrudes under my shirt. I feel full and nauseas, but I gotta act my ass off. I want this job. I stand in front of the writers, the producer, and the director. I read the line with more dramatic affect than they saw all day. I even ad-lib a bit. They still look unimpressed and tell me they’ll call me. When I’m done, I simply leave the room. I know I did a superb job. I just wonder why they didn’t say anything. I simply walk to leave the lot and return home.

“Wait.” Natalia calls to me. She half runs. A little out of breath, she says, “You forgot this.” She holds a slice of apple pie one a plate.

With a little frustration from the audition, I decline, “No I didn’t.”

“But you were going to eat it before your audition,” she replies.

“Look at me,” I say. I put my hand on my little belly and continue, “I need to go home and work all of that food off.” I keep walking.

“Okay,” she says sadly.

I stop, turn to her, and ask, “How about I take you out some time?”

“Well,” she replies.

“What’s there to think about? You do like me right?” I question.

“Not anymore,” the fat lioness tells me. She walks back onto the lot.

“Tell me that you didn’t have a good time at the table with me,” I wonder.

She stops. I know she wants to deny it. She turns to me and she says, “Okay when?”

I give her the address to a restaurant and tell her to meet me there the next night at seven. The time comes and she meets me there. We go inside to be seated. We look over the menu. Natalia is disgusted by it.

“Come on now. I can cook better stuff than this,” she tells me, “Plus, it won’t cost this much.”

“Don’t worry. I’m buying,” I tell her.

“Still, I know I’ll need to eat afterward,” she says.

I laugh.

We eat. I can feel my stomach getting bigger. My abs hurt. As I watch Natalia eat, I feel the need to keep up with her. Unfortunately, she has the stomach for it all. I barely do. I manage to finish my meal. I lean back in my chair, too full to move. I unbutton my pants to release my swollen belly. I lift my shirt to show my abs atop a full gut. Natalia laughs because she likes it. I rub my stomach and quietly moan. I’m in tremendous pain. The waiter doesn’t care as he gives us the bill. I look at it and my stomach hurts more. I simply give him my credit card to pay for it. When he returns, Natalia gives him a nice tip. She then helps me to my feet and we walk to my car. I offer to drive her home, but she has the valet getting her car. She kisses me on my cheek, pats my belly, and tells me to feel better.

I am so happy. I smile the whole way home. I now have a new girlfriend. She doesn’t care about my weight as much as I do. Since I care so much, I start to do some sit ups, I gotta get rid of this gut. After I do twenty, my phone rings.

I answer, “Hello.”

The woman on the line says, “You got the part Trey. Congratulations.”

I reply, “I what? I did? Really? Wait, who is this?”

“This is the producer of the show you gave a magnificent audition for yesterday,” she tells me.

“Wow! Thank a lot!” I exclaim, “But tell me. Why did you choose me?”

“You have the right physique,” the producer explains, “We needed a fat guy.”