chapter 2

Jack went to work as usual, and turned in two weeks' notice. He didn't have to worry about burning any bridges, since he expected to never work again, but on the other hand he didn't want to attract attention. Telling his boss to kiss off and walking out would make people ask questions, and start rumors. And if the rumor started that he had won the lottery, people would start hitting him up for money. So when his boss asked him why he was leaving, he just said something vague about new opportunities. The two weeks passed by more quickly than he expected. On his last day of work Jack checked his account, and there it was. $120 million and change. Jack called the bank and told them it was time to raise his credit card limit in view of his new account balance. It was time to celebrate.

Jack went to one of his usual strip joints, The Palace. He would usually pay cash for his drinks, but not tonight. He planned to live it up tonight, and that would take more cash than he carried. He gave the waitress his credit card, and it was like a signal was broadcast and the girls had built in antennas. Three girls hurried over to sit with him. As usual, they were on the skinny side. One of them wasn't bad, though. She had broad hips and her belly was slightly rounded out. No one would call her fat, but she definitely had a little layer of fat covering her belly. She sat down, and her slightly rounded tummy turned into a little roll of fat. Jack looked it, noting that it was just a little roll, right around her belly button, nothing to get too excited about. But he imagined it growing into a big roll, then several rolls, and then a full-fledged fat belly. He realized he was staring, so he ordered them drinks, and soon they were talking and laughing. Everything Jack said was hilarious to them. He got their names, and promptly forgot the names of the skinny girls. The bigger girl though, was named Katrina. She was Cuban, which didn't surprise Jack. In the last year or so, more Cuban girls were showing up in the strip joints. He didn't know how they were getting out of Cuba, and hadn't given it much thought. His experience with them was that they didn't speak much English, but when they gave a table dance they would aggressively rub his crotch and would give Jack a raging hard-on. A couple of them had unzipped him and worked on him skin to skin. Katrina fit the mold. Her English was very broken, but when they went to the back for table dances, she was all over him. He laid back and let her rub her butt all over his crotch while he reached around and kneaded her little fat roll. He fantasized about feeding her and helping her get a big fat belly and a big round butt to go with it. Kristina let him play with her fat roll all that he wanted to. As far as she was concerned, as long as he was paying, he could play with any part of her he wanted. If he wanted to play with her small belly, that was fine with her.

After five dances, Jack needed a break and they went back to his table. The skinny girls had moved on to find table dances, but a slightly chubby blonde had sat down. She said her name was Ivory, which Jack didn't believe for a second, but it didn't matter. They talked a little bit, and Ivory moved close to him and said, "I saw you with Katrina. Looks like you like a little padding on a girl."

"That's right," agreed Jack. "I don't like skinny women much."

"I gotta watch it," said Ivory, patting her little belly. "Most guys in this place don't like chubby, and I'm right on the edge."

"Don't you wish guys liked girls to be fat? You could eat all you want and the fatter you got, the more guys would want you."

Ivory laughed. "Yeah, but my boyfriend doesn't like it. He's always after me to lose weight. Those Cuban girls, though, they don't mind having some extra jiggle. And they use it to make money. Believe me, they're all about the money."

Jack got a germ of an idea. "I guess if a rich guy wanted them to get fat, they'd get fat."

Ivory laughed again. "I think they'd want to see the money. He'd have to pay them by the pound!"

Jack's germ of an idea just sprouted into a full bloom. He'd always wanted to take a girl with potential and fatten her up, nice, round and fat. Take her from slightly plump to being a real porker. Add 50 or even 100 pounds to a girl's frame. What if he had a secluded place that he could take a girl to and fatten her up? Why stop with one girl? Why not take two, or maybe three girls and pay them to fatten up for him. He looked across the room at Katrina. Ivory was right. The Cuban girls were all about the money. Jack was willing to bet that he could easily find three Cuban girls that would be happy to take his money and eat until they were huge.