chapter 2

There's an old saying, "Put your money where your mouth is.". Bud Carson apparently never heard of it. He gave Tiffany the assignment to get a fat suit and pretend to be a fat girl so she could write an article about the abuse and mistreatment of overweight women in today's "thin obsessed" society, which was all well and good. Except for one thing. He was only willing to spring for fifteen hundred bucks to BUY one.

At first, Tiffany thought this would be more than enough. After all, what would it cost? A little padding here, a LOT of padding there and, VOILA, a fat girl. That was until she started looking at the various costume shops in the greater Miami area. Oh, you could get a padded suit that sort of made you look fat all right. But one that made you look authentically fat? That was a different proposition altogether. The problem was that every suit she looked at in her price range plumped up her body just fine. But her face, neck, hands, feet? Not so much. Anyone with half a brain could figure out in a minute that she was a phony and if the article was to work, she had to look like a REAL fat girl.

Tiffany trudged all over town. She visited every costume shop and make up emporium in the greater Miami area. She was about to give up and go back to Bud for some more money (which she KNEW he'd never fork over!) when she passed by a little curio shop in the part of Miami called Little Haiti. Behind the counter stood a wizened little old black woman. She looked as if she was at least a hundred years old. Tiffany went up to her and before she could get a word out of her mouth, the woman said, "I got what you want!".

She lead Tiffany into a back room where there was something that resembled a wet suit. It was much thinner than something you'd going diving in. Frankly, it looked like a giant glob of latex just lying there on the ground. The lady pointed it out and told Tiffany to try it on. Tiffany carefully disrobed. After all, if she was to be encased in what looked like latex, it was bound to be hot and she didn't want to ruin the suit with a lot of sweat. It covered her entire body, with just two small holes where her nostrils fit. Problem was, it just HUNG there, very loosely. Tiffany was about to explain that she was looking for a fat suit and that this just wouldn't do, when the woman said, "Fits fine, all it needs is a little foam!". She lead Tiffany to what looked like a rather large oxygen tank. She took the nozzle that hung from the side of the tank and screwed it into a small opening on the back of the suit and turned it on. A soft whirring noise filled the room and in no time at all the suit had filled up with some kind of foam. Seemingly like magic the suit filled out more and more. As Tiffany looked into the mirror, she could see herself transformed minute by minute, going from merely chubby, to plump, to fat, to downright obese. By the time the old woman turned off the machine, Tiffany looked like she weighed four hundred pounds if she weighed an ounce.

Tiffany tried moving around and was totally surprised at how it felt. If she hadn't known better, she'd have thought that she really WAS a tremendously fat woman. Her boobs were huge and sagged down as if they weighed a ton. Her belly swayed and jiggled and shook with every step she took. Her thighs rubbed together. Her fingers were fat little sausages and her face was big and round with the beginnings of a triple chin forming around her neck. Even her lips had puffed out as if they had been injected with a boatload of silicon. Tiffany was totally excited and even a little aroused at the realistic transformation. She told the old woman she'd take the suit, thrust the $1500 Bud had given her at the little old woman and was about to leave the shop when the proprietor of the store made his appearance.

He was a tall, stately, elegant looking black man who moved with both grace and authority. He spoke in a firm and insistent voice, "Young lady, I wouldn't leave the store just yet. Aren't you forgetting something?". It was then Tiffany realized that in her excitement she hadn't noticed that she was not only a fat woman, but a naked fat woman at that. The proprietor lead her to a fitting room and tossed a tent-like dress at her and told her to put it on. "Wouldn't want you arrested for indecent exposure, now would we?".

Tiffany put the dress on. It may have appeared tent-like at first, but when she smoothed it over her plush and voluptuous figure, it revealed every curve, every roll of fat, every jiggling piece of flesh. In short, she looked ravishing. The proprietor escorted her out of the store into the steamy Miami summer's evening, confident that he would be seeing Tiffany again, and SOON!!