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By now, you know of the up-and-coming actor I am in LA. I just received a call from the producer of a new television series. They want me for to play the lead character. I’m so ecstatic. I call my parents in St. Louis. They’re excited for me. I call my sister in Atlanta and she congratulates me. I almost called my brother in Philly, but I realized I don’t have his number, since we haven’t spoke to each other in so many years. Now that my close family is done, I call my new girlfriend, Natalia.
It takes her a few rings. She answers in a muffled voice, “Hey … ro?”
“It’s Trey.” I tell her.
“Hi … Ray,” Natalia says, still with a muffled voice.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
It takes her a few seconds to answer, but the she says clearly, “Sorry, I was eating a turkey sandwich.”
“Turkey? Most people out here are vegetarian,” I say.
“I’m not,” Natalia declares, “I’m a lion. I must have meat.”
“Anyway, I have good news,” I reply.
Natalia sighs and says, “Really, don’t tell me you have good news. Just tell me the good news.”
“I got the part,” I excitedly tell her.
“You did? That’s awesome,” she responds happily.
“You wanna know how?” I ask her.
She doesn’t reply.
I continue anyway, “The producer told me that they were looking for a fat guy. That is odd because I’m not fat.”
“You sure looked fat when you auditioned,” Natalia states, “I mean, you did have a lot to eat when you were with me.”
I
think about it then say, “That’s true. So when are we going out again?”
“How about I cook you a nice meal to celebrate your new role?” Natalia offers.
“That sounds great. When?” I wonder.
“Tomorrow night?” she suggests, “Be here by six. Look in the white pages for my address.”
“White pages?” I ask, “Who uses the white pages these days?”
“Never mind,” she replies.
Natalia tells me an address in the Compton neighbor. I get scared just thinking of it. I ask her if she’d rather have dinner in my condo. She decline and tells me the Compton is no longer a crime-filled, broken-down neighborhood of the past. I take her word for it, but when it came time to go to her house, I carry the concealed firearm I’m permitted to have. When I drove up to her home, I thought I was in one of the Beverly Hills adjacent neighborhood. The streets were clean and empty of people. I see 3 patrol cars with policemen eyeing me because I’m not from there.
I ring Natalia’s door bell. She answers wearing the same apron from her job. She invites me into the house and offers me a seat in her living room. I admire the modern décor as I sit on her sofa. Delicious aromas come from her kitchen. They almost call me to the stove. A half hour later, she calls me into in fancily-decorated dining room. I sit at the table as she goes into the kitchen.
I say, “I hope you didn’t get mistaken where I was surprised you eat meat.”
Natalia replies, “I’m glad you’re not, because you weren’t supposed to have that rack of lamb the other night.” She laughs.
I laugh too.
She emerges from the kitchen, carrying a platter with barbecue beef spare ribs on it.
My tongue leaves my mouth and I start to salivate. I say, “I haven’t done that since I was a puppy.”
She smiles and places the spare ribs in front of me. She goes back into the kitchen for the rest of the food.
As soon as she goes into the kitchen, I sneak a taste of barbecue sauce. Something comes over me. I don’t know if it is the canine inside of me or what. I take a rib and ferociously rip the meat from the bone with my teeth. That was so good. I grab another rib and eat it insanely. I take rib after rib and devour the meat from. Natalia can hear me eat and come from the kitchen carrying a bowl with corn on the cob. She watches as I ravage rib after rib. In an attempt not to interrupt my feeding frenzy, Natalia eases the bowl of corn onto the table and quickly steps back. I spot the bowl of corn and eat an ear. She also brings a tossed salad. I growl. She returns it to the kitchen.
“I’m thirsty,” I say in a monstrous voice.
She brings in a pitcher of lemonade and a glass.
I push the glass aside and drink straight from the pitcher. I drink half to match half of the food I’ve eaten. I then continue to wildly ingest the food as if it would spoil if I didn’t eat it. I finish the ribs and corn, then the lemonade. With our dinner now in my belly, I lift my shirt and rub my full, bigger, stuffed gut. I continuously belch.
Natalia stands beside me and ask, “Now what am I going to eat?”
I belch then reply, “That salad?”
“Oh hell naw,” she responds, “You owe me another dinner.”
“Okay, but I’m so full, I don’t wanna hear about food,’ I say.
“What about sex?” she wonders, “Watching you eat like that is such a turn on.”
“Really?” I ask.
Before I can react, Natalia grabs my arm and leads me to her bedroom. I’m too full too move, but my boner is all she needs to get the job done. After sex, she cuddles beside me and rubs my still inflated stomach.
After that night, we proceed with developing a great relationship. I report the lot everyday to shoot my television series. Since she was the caterer, I’d see her all the time. Since the producer wants a fat guy, I work to give them a fat guy. I’d eat all the time when I’m not acting. No longer did I workout. Over time my muscle becomes fat. The definition in my arms and legs began to disappear, becoming non-existent. My muscular physiques transformed into the fat guy they wanted.
As I get fatter, the ratings of the show skyrocket. Sales of merchandise from the show become astronomical. My fame increases as well, I am a guest on all of the late night talk shows. I do commercials and celebrity endorsements. I guest star on Law & Order: Animal Cruelty as a corrupt businessman. And I have Natalia to thank for it all.
But my fame has it down side. My estrange bother flew all the way from to get in on the action. He constantly nags me to get him a small role on my show. I can’t do that, but he doesn’t get it. I try to convince him to leave LA, but he just won’t go. He’s determined to make money while he’s here. He does unfortunately.
One morning, I wake at Natalia’s home in Compton. I go to the door to get her newspaper. The paperboy tosses it and I catch it in my mouth, like the dog I am. I then read the front page.
I scream, “Natalia!”
She come from the bedroom and asks, “What the hell man?”
I show her the front cover of the paper. It has a photograph of me sitting on my sofa and Natalia feeding me ham and rubbing my big belly. The caption reads, “CHUBBY CHASER!”
We both sit on her couch. I use my awesome speed reading ability to summarize the article. The article describes how since I made my television debut, I gained weight. It exaggerated that I went from 200 muscular pounds to 420 fat pounds. I objected right there because I only weigh 390 pounds. It tells how the writers of the show had to write my weight gain into the show’s storyline. It makes slight mention of my relationship with Natalia. It infuriates me, so I direct my anger to her.
“I hope you’re proud,” I yell, “Your cooking may have ended my career.”
“What?” she responds louder than me, “It was my cooking that helped your career.”
“Without your cooking, the writers wouldn’t had have to write around me,” I argue.
“Without my cooking, there’d be no you to write around,” Natalia replies.
“If you weren’t so fat, I wouldn’t be labeled a chubby chaser,” I note.
“Now you wanna go there?” she says sadly, “Get out!” She pushes me to and out of the door. She slams it.
I bang on the door and yell, “Natalia, please. I’m sorry. Open up so we can talk about this.”
Natalia opens the door.
I proceed to enter.
She stops me. In a tone of fury, she tells, “Just so you’ll know, before I met you, I practiced witchcraft.”
“Huh?” I wonder.
She recites, “Until you do right by me, all of your dreams will fail to be.” She slams the door again.
By now, you know of the up-and-coming actor I am in LA. I just received a call from the producer of a new television series. They want me for to play the lead character. I’m so ecstatic. I call my parents in St. Louis. They’re excited for me. I call my sister in Atlanta and she congratulates me. I almost called my brother in Philly, but I realized I don’t have his number, since we haven’t spoke to each other in so many years. Now that my close family is done, I call my new girlfriend, Natalia.
It takes her a few rings. She answers in a muffled voice, “Hey … ro?”
“It’s Trey.” I tell her.
“Hi … Ray,” Natalia says, still with a muffled voice.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
It takes her a few seconds to answer, but the she says clearly, “Sorry, I was eating a turkey sandwich.”
“Turkey? Most people out here are vegetarian,” I say.
“I’m not,” Natalia declares, “I’m a lion. I must have meat.”
“Anyway, I have good news,” I reply.
Natalia sighs and says, “Really, don’t tell me you have good news. Just tell me the good news.”
“I got the part,” I excitedly tell her.
“You did? That’s awesome,” she responds happily.
“You wanna know how?” I ask her.
She doesn’t reply.
I continue anyway, “The producer told me that they were looking for a fat guy. That is odd because I’m not fat.”
“You sure looked fat when you auditioned,” Natalia states, “I mean, you did have a lot to eat when you were with me.”
I
think about it then say, “That’s true. So when are we going out again?”
“How about I cook you a nice meal to celebrate your new role?” Natalia offers.
“That sounds great. When?” I wonder.
“Tomorrow night?” she suggests, “Be here by six. Look in the white pages for my address.”
“White pages?” I ask, “Who uses the white pages these days?”
“Never mind,” she replies.
Natalia tells me an address in the Compton neighbor. I get scared just thinking of it. I ask her if she’d rather have dinner in my condo. She decline and tells me the Compton is no longer a crime-filled, broken-down neighborhood of the past. I take her word for it, but when it came time to go to her house, I carry the concealed firearm I’m permitted to have. When I drove up to her home, I thought I was in one of the Beverly Hills adjacent neighborhood. The streets were clean and empty of people. I see 3 patrol cars with policemen eyeing me because I’m not from there.
I ring Natalia’s door bell. She answers wearing the same apron from her job. She invites me into the house and offers me a seat in her living room. I admire the modern décor as I sit on her sofa. Delicious aromas come from her kitchen. They almost call me to the stove. A half hour later, she calls me into in fancily-decorated dining room. I sit at the table as she goes into the kitchen.
I say, “I hope you didn’t get mistaken where I was surprised you eat meat.”
Natalia replies, “I’m glad you’re not, because you weren’t supposed to have that rack of lamb the other night.” She laughs.
I laugh too.
She emerges from the kitchen, carrying a platter with barbecue beef spare ribs on it.
My tongue leaves my mouth and I start to salivate. I say, “I haven’t done that since I was a puppy.”
She smiles and places the spare ribs in front of me. She goes back into the kitchen for the rest of the food.
As soon as she goes into the kitchen, I sneak a taste of barbecue sauce. Something comes over me. I don’t know if it is the canine inside of me or what. I take a rib and ferociously rip the meat from the bone with my teeth. That was so good. I grab another rib and eat it insanely. I take rib after rib and devour the meat from. Natalia can hear me eat and come from the kitchen carrying a bowl with corn on the cob. She watches as I ravage rib after rib. In an attempt not to interrupt my feeding frenzy, Natalia eases the bowl of corn onto the table and quickly steps back. I spot the bowl of corn and eat an ear. She also brings a tossed salad. I growl. She returns it to the kitchen.
“I’m thirsty,” I say in a monstrous voice.
She brings in a pitcher of lemonade and a glass.
I push the glass aside and drink straight from the pitcher. I drink half to match half of the food I’ve eaten. I then continue to wildly ingest the food as if it would spoil if I didn’t eat it. I finish the ribs and corn, then the lemonade. With our dinner now in my belly, I lift my shirt and rub my full, bigger, stuffed gut. I continuously belch.
Natalia stands beside me and ask, “Now what am I going to eat?”
I belch then reply, “That salad?”
“Oh hell naw,” she responds, “You owe me another dinner.”
“Okay, but I’m so full, I don’t wanna hear about food,’ I say.
“What about sex?” she wonders, “Watching you eat like that is such a turn on.”
“Really?” I ask.
Before I can react, Natalia grabs my arm and leads me to her bedroom. I’m too full too move, but my boner is all she needs to get the job done. After sex, she cuddles beside me and rubs my still inflated stomach.
After that night, we proceed with developing a great relationship. I report the lot everyday to shoot my television series. Since she was the caterer, I’d see her all the time. Since the producer wants a fat guy, I work to give them a fat guy. I’d eat all the time when I’m not acting. No longer did I workout. Over time my muscle becomes fat. The definition in my arms and legs began to disappear, becoming non-existent. My muscular physiques transformed into the fat guy they wanted.
As I get fatter, the ratings of the show skyrocket. Sales of merchandise from the show become astronomical. My fame increases as well, I am a guest on all of the late night talk shows. I do commercials and celebrity endorsements. I guest star on Law & Order: Animal Cruelty as a corrupt businessman. And I have Natalia to thank for it all.
But my fame has it down side. My estrange bother flew all the way from to get in on the action. He constantly nags me to get him a small role on my show. I can’t do that, but he doesn’t get it. I try to convince him to leave LA, but he just won’t go. He’s determined to make money while he’s here. He does unfortunately.
One morning, I wake at Natalia’s home in Compton. I go to the door to get her newspaper. The paperboy tosses it and I catch it in my mouth, like the dog I am. I then read the front page.
I scream, “Natalia!”
She come from the bedroom and asks, “What the hell man?”
I show her the front cover of the paper. It has a photograph of me sitting on my sofa and Natalia feeding me ham and rubbing my big belly. The caption reads, “CHUBBY CHASER!”
We both sit on her couch. I use my awesome speed reading ability to summarize the article. The article describes how since I made my television debut, I gained weight. It exaggerated that I went from 200 muscular pounds to 420 fat pounds. I objected right there because I only weigh 390 pounds. It tells how the writers of the show had to write my weight gain into the show’s storyline. It makes slight mention of my relationship with Natalia. It infuriates me, so I direct my anger to her.
“I hope you’re proud,” I yell, “Your cooking may have ended my career.”
“What?” she responds louder than me, “It was my cooking that helped your career.”
“Without your cooking, the writers wouldn’t had have to write around me,” I argue.
“Without my cooking, there’d be no you to write around,” Natalia replies.
“If you weren’t so fat, I wouldn’t be labeled a chubby chaser,” I note.
“Now you wanna go there?” she says sadly, “Get out!” She pushes me to and out of the door. She slams it.
I bang on the door and yell, “Natalia, please. I’m sorry. Open up so we can talk about this.”
Natalia opens the door.
I proceed to enter.
She stops me. In a tone of fury, she tells, “Just so you’ll know, before I met you, I practiced witchcraft.”
“Huh?” I wonder.
She recites, “Until you do right by me, all of your dreams will fail to be.” She slams the door again.
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