Chapter 5

She worked not as a model, but as a secretary in a busy office, inside a high rise building in New York. She was very near the top floor and loved the view from her penthouse desk. On clear days she could see for miles. The sunsets were also gorgeous. The commute to her apartment was not painful, either. In fact, she lived close enough to walk. Her schedule, though hectic while at work, was not bad. She got a day or two off every week, making for 4 day weekends, which made her lifestyle quite comfortable. She also received social security checks from the government in addition to her modest income. She was not rich, but was happy. Middle class. She got a great deal on her apartment and her living conditions were so neat and tidy. Her friends visiting would often tell her that her living room looked like a picture in a magazine. She would just blush, her freckled cheeks turning pink, and say with a smile, “Oh come on you guys. I’m just a neat person” She often did entertain friends on work nights, but her long weekends were all to herself. She often told people she went out of town so they wouldn’t bother her. Behind closed doors and shuttered windows, she could be as gluttonous and bloated as she wanted, could stuff herself silly and be trim and pretty again on Monday.

In her bedroom she had a large dresser to keep her clothes in. It was a big, heavy oak piece, an antique that had been in her family for generations. She adored it with its heavy dark-stained oak wood, its brass handles and the giant carved eagle that perched on top of it all. It was supposedly bought by her great, great grandfather for her great grandmother as a wedding gift, during the long trips he would take to Europe. It had been passed down such, from mother to daughter for nearly three centuries. She was very proud of it, and amazed that she was able to fit it in her apartment, which was not really large. It was just comfortable for one person. It was her prized possession, and guests would always ask how much it was worth. She never did get it appraised, since she had no intention of selling it. It had been hers since she was thirteen. She loved opening its drawers and smelling that ancient wood smell of Scandinavian pine from the Alps, with a faint hint of mothballs. It never seemed to go away. But anyway, enough about her furniture.

In the top 3 drawers she kept her slim petite lingerie, underwear, clothes and shorts. She always had a secret fetish for underwear. She loved shopping at Victoria’s Secret and looking at the slim mannequins and thinking, “They got nothing on me” with a girly smirk. If they only knew Kelly’s Secret! In the bottom 4 drawers she kept her oversized clothes, typically bought at big lady stores for BBWs and big sexy moms-to-be. She also ordered very sexy underwear from plus-sized and maternity catalogs. She wasn’t able to wear corsets due to her figure when obese, which tended to center around her belly and boobs. They would simply burst. So she did like bikini-style underwear and teddies which parted at her bust line to let her belly swell out beautifully. She liked to pamper herself with plus-sized underthings, and since these were usually maternity, they also heightened her pregnant fantasies. She was totally, madly, hopelessly in love with herself, big or small. She thought, not only am I beautiful when I’m thin, but I’m GORGEOUS when I’m big! She had the best of both worlds. Her life really was like a masquerade...she could be anyone she wanted according to how she felt that day. She was a girl of a thousand different faces. She loved to experiment with different outfits, hairdos and looks. It was like every day of the year was Halloween.