Chapter 11

Once Donnie had told me what he had in mind I agreed with him and thought it was a brilliant way to tell the world about his new look. We waited a few days for his team to get back to him but they must have been dragging their heels as after a week we had still not heard a thing. Donnie wasn’t letting it get to him; I was a different story though. I was a bag of nerves. I knew Donnie would be ok and we didn’t need any more money so that wasn’t the issue. I just didn’t want Donnie to stop entertaining as he loved it and was a natural.

‘That’s it! No more waiting. I am going to call them and if they haven’t got an answer for me I am going to fire them all!’ ‘Oh, look at you getting all Donald Trump!’ I laughed, ‘just don’t grow your hair like his or I will leave you!’ ‘So superficial aren’t you’ he said grabbing hold of me and giving me a huge bear hug. He knew it winded me but we both knew I loved it! ‘Give me half an hour, ok babe?’

I went away and busied myself. Although I did pop my head around the door to see how it was going. Donnie looked composed. It made me laugh how he was making a very important call but was sitting there topless with his big soft gut resting on his lap. His fat heavy moobs resting on that big ball of dough, God I loved that man!

An hour passed and Donnie emerged looking happy. ‘I gave them a choice, book me on Oprah or lose their jobs! And I said no substitutes, no Tyra or anyone else. I want Oprah.’ ‘And?’ ‘And they went for it!’ he was smiling and looking so pleased with himself.

‘Let’s go play in the pool and chill out.’ He said, ‘Last one in cleans the toilet!’ he laughed as he lumbered off. ‘We have a maid, she will clean the toilet!’ I yelled at him. ‘I will give her the day off and eat a huge curry the night before!’ he turned and stuck his tongue out at me. ‘You are vile!’

He knew he would win as I loved to watch him waddle away. His arse was huge and really stuck out. I was so glad he didn’t have a flat arse like a lot of huge guys get. His was thick, meaty and so round. Each buttock moved up and down as he tried to run. He was so cute and just watching him made me start to get an erection.

Needless to say Donnie won. When he got to the pool he didn’t bother taking off his jogging pants and cannon balled straight in. The splash was so big that he drenched me before I even got near the edge! What started out as a chill out in the pool ended in us making love in the water. That would have given the paparazzi something to print on the front of the magazines!

Two days passed before we heard back from Donnie team. Oprah was a go! To celebrate Donnie said we would go to his favourite tailor; get him some new clothes for the show and go out to eat. We hadn’t been in a restaurant for longer than I care to remember. It was so exciting. ‘What will you say if anyone recognises you?’ ‘I will tell them I get that all the time and if I were Donnie Williams would I get myself so fat? I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag until I appear on Oprah.’

‘But what about Francois, your tailor?’ ‘I have known Francois for years and trust him. I have told him to expect a surprise when he sees me. I bet he thinks I will be arriving with a wife in tow!’

‘Well. You look like you are pregnant so that is nearly the ideal family!’ we both laughed and got ready to head out.

Once we were downtown I did notice Donnie get a little shy. I could hardly blame him, the last time he was in the street he weighed about 180lb. Now he was over 330lb that was a lot of extra weight to waddle around with. He did seem to have trouble judging space and on a few occasions bumped into things. The worst was when he bumped into a tall slim guy who looked like a model. ‘Sorry.’ Donnie said as the guy was side swiped by a meaty shoulder and heavy gut. ‘Fat fuck!’ the guy replied.

I let out a laugh and looked at Donnie in case he was angry. He laughed too. I think it was the affirmation he had been waiting for. He was indeed a fat fuck and he loved it!