Chapter 1 - The intern

Probst Financial Group was one of the largest investment banks in the world, they not only survived the 2008 financial crisis, but thrived. Over a decade later they became a synonym to success, so when Michael received an internship offer from them he didn’t think twice and accepted.

Michael was just a regular college guy, 23 years old, 5’10”, 176 lbs, fairly athletic. He used to be on the tennis team, but had recently quit, tennis was just a hobby for him, but his teammates took it seriously, so it was best for him to leave, after all he prefered the parties.

He was also into feederism, it all started as fantasy, he would watch some videos of fat girls stuffing themselves, join a few websites, but at first never interacting with anyone. As the years went by he started trying to talk with these fat girls, but failed to get their attention as most of them preferred guys bigger than him. Recently he started to pretend he was planning to gain weight, of course he didn’t intend to gain any weight, maybe he would add some muscle, but definitely not fat. However it was enough for a couple girls to answer him, but they stopped messaging him when they realized he wasn’t serious about gaining, all of them but one.

She wasn’t very big, but had a nice round belly that made Michael drool. Her username was VenusXL and she was much older than him, she was 45 years old, but since he had no plans to ever meet her it wasn’t a big deal.

they spent months chatting online, he used to tease her with videos chugging a bottle of soda and she replied with pictures of her voluptuous body.

He made every excuse for his lack of gaining and ditched every invitation to meet her in person, she seemed to believe in his every lie. Why wouldn’t she? He was a young attractive guy, much more than she could ask.

At times he considered gaining a few pounds just to see how it felt, after all he could lose it easily at the gym. however as soon as he jerked off the idea didn't sound as appealing as before and he moved on with his life.

He was very excited for his first day, after all he was now an intern at the Probst Financial Group, he arrived early and a secretary showed his desk.

“There you go, Michael” she said “I think someone on your team will come to show you around and introduce you to everyone else. I hope you feel at home here on PFG!”

“Thanks! I think it’ll help me feel a lot at home if you could tell me your name and give me your number” He said with the best smile he had.

“It’s Monica” she said, writing her number on his notepad.

Everyone around him seemed to be really focused on their work so he didn’t bother anyone, half an hour later a bald guy in his middle 30s went up to him.

“You are the new guy, right? My name is David, I do equity ressearch” He said shaking Michael’s hand “Let me show you around”

“Nice to meet you, David” Michael replied following him.

“The bathroom is over there and the break room is the door next to it” he explained “This is Lisa and this is Jonathan, they are responsible for the foreigner clients”

“I’m Michael, the new intern” he said to them.

“The tall guy here is Keith, he‘ll probably try to drag you to his basketball team” He explained.

“Of course I will! Nice to meet you! Do you play?” Keith, a tall ginger guy probably in his 40s greeted him.

“I’m Michael, Nice to meet you. I don’t play basketball, but used to play Tennis” Michael replied.

“Keith is responsible for the risk assessment team and Reem, Sandra and Carl over there are the underwriting team” he explained showing me to everyone.

Micahel awkwardly waved saying hi.

“Last but not least the bosses!” He continued knocking on the first door.

“Come in” Said a male voice.

they entered a very clean office with a spectacular view.

“Marty, this is the new guy, Michael” David introduced me.

“Oh right! Noura told me you were coming today” he stood up and shaked my hand "Did keith already drag you to the team?”

“Nice to meet you, Sir. He did, but I told him I’m a tennis player not a basketball player” Michael replied.

“Don’t call me sir, call me Marty and that’s amazing! I also play tennis and I need someone to be my double, Chase from sales beats me everytime” he said, very excited.

“Count on me, Sir… I mean Marty” Michael said.

“The office next door is Noura’s office, you’ll be working directly with her, I don’t know what you did in your interview, but she's impressed, she asked specifically for you. She’s in a conference call right now, but she’ll call you when she’s done. Any questions?” he asked.

“Nope, I think you explained everything very well” Michael said and David left.

The conference call lasted ages, Michael sat there waiting and doing nothing, he texted VenusXL, hopefully she would send him some pictures.

He sent her a selfie and told her it was his first day at a new internship and that he was worried about the effects of a desk job on his waistline.

She replied she was very excited to see the buttons of his shirt starting to pop and sent him a selfie too, emphasizing her cleavage, but what caught Michael’s attention was the window behind her, the view was very familiar.

Before he could ask anything else, the phone rang and Noura asked him to come to her office.

When he went inside her office she was standing looking to the window.

“Close the door and sit” she said without turning and he obeyed.

When she turned his chin dropped. Everything started to make sense. Noura, his new boss, was VenusXL.