chapter 11 - big ole booty call

Just a few weeks ago Frank had never had a sexual encounter with any girl who was even slightly over weight. Now no matter who he became intimate with in some fashion or another they became fat and then reality would rewrite that person to have always been fat. He was having the best sex of his life but his work reputation was taking a hit. Stan Peterson saw him at that strip club and he was the type of guy that once he has something to make fun of some one for, he never relented.

"It was a dare. Who cares?" Frank lied.

Stan was standing next to his desk chatting with him.

"Yeah, su-u-ure thing Frankie fat girl lover." Stan said with a chuckle.

"I ended up taking the tatted blonde home" Frank replied with a wink and a smirk.

"Oh" stan was lost for words and then had a phone call, so he walked off. For the whole night Stan was trying to get a dance from said tatted blonde girl but she was always giving a dance to someone else.

Frank felt like a real a-hole for lying. Frank ended up not sleeping with her but having a long conversation about their group. When in college Frank and Zooey used hang out with the same group of friends. They once made out at a party when drunk but nothing came of it.

When Frank walked in from work, Dave was sitting at the table with a very serious look on his face.

"Did you screw my girlfriend? He said without hesitation.

"Dude, never!" Said Frank shocked at the insinuation.


"I just had to ask." Dave said and then relaxed.

Frank began looking for something to eat in the fridge.

"There's pizza on the counter if you want some. " Dave said after sitting on the couch and turning on the tv.

"The girls want to have a talk with you at some point" Dave said when Frank plopped down on the couch with a slice of pizza and bottle of water.

"What do they want to talk about? My stra-a-ange new abilities?" Said Frank with a slightly silly and faux eerie tone.

Right then Frank got a text message from Cynthia asking if he wanted to drop by for a drink tonight. It was clear that this was a big ole booty call. Frank finished his slice and then grabbed another one on the way out the door.

"I'll be back later man!" Frank said shutting the door

The night with Cynthia went very similar to the last time except he was going out of his way to be with a ssbbw in the hopes that facing this would break this curse. She answered the door in a skimpy negligee in which her rolls were spilling out of each corner. She gave him a hug in which her whole body rubbed up against him which instantly turned him on. They sat together chatting as she ate dinner which consisted of manicotti and then a bag of truffles and a large shake. Frank wasn't hungry on account of just eating.

"If you don't mind me asking... How much do you weigh again?" Frank asked cautiously.

"About 410, I haven't put on as much weight as I wanted but I'm hoping to get to 475 by the end of the year." Cynthia responded and then s slurping her shake.

"Is that a weight gain shake?" Frank asked.

"Yep, I drink about four or five a day. So I can keep up my luscious figure" she said giving her arm a jiggle.

Frank watched as her arm fat jiggled violently and couldn't help but be turned on. She knew that would get him. She motioned for him to come sit next to her by patting the seat of the chair next to her. Once next to her, she began to massage his member with one hand hand. She gave him a kiss with her thick lips which engulfed his tiny lips, he never remembered her lips being that big. Her cleavage was now massive and he wanted so badly to put his face down in her bosoms.

They both drank on chianti until they were good and tipsy. They were being touchy feely until neither of them could take it anymore and they retired to the bedroom.

 This time she did not get any bigger, which was a relief to him because she would probably be immobile if she had the same gain as last time. Afterwards he thanked her for a lovely evening and headed home. Frank, felt really strange about sleeping with a fat chick on purpose. For so long he tried to keep up the socially acceptable appearance of a lady killer who only dated 10s but now he was going after what he truly desired.  What that meant was he would have to give up his chauvinistic persona and as well as take a long look at himself. But maybe after tonight things would go back to normal. There was only one way to find out that things were back to normal. He needed to sleep with somebody, but he had to choose perfectly. He needed to choose someone who if it happened again their life would be improved and they would be better for it.
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