“You want me… to gain weight?”
The news certainly was… unique. As soon as she had come in for a photo shoot, Phoebe was approached by Fiore, one of her two managers. Despite being pretty short at a even 5’0”, the red headed talent manager managed to exude a big energy, having wide hips and big booming breasts, all while holding her burgeoning potbelly in a corset. Combined with a form-fitting torso made to perfectly accentuate her curves, and the Canadian-born executive thought of herself as the image of beauty.
A beauty which, at least to Phoebe, seemed to be contrary to her own standards. Thankfully, she explained herself, pointing to a PowerPoint screen behind her as she explained it.
“Yea, of course you need to gain weight! As far as trends are considered, there has been a big upward trend of gravure models, those who have made themselves fat intentionally to bring out their beauty! This is, of course, opposed to the prior standard of beauty, which left models stick-thin and boring in my opinion…”
“Ok, I can get that…” Phoebe admitted, shrugging. “But aren’t I already of a good enough weight? I mean, look at these hips!”
With a quick motion, Phoebe shook her behind in motion, causing her wide hips to shake a bit in perfect sync with her motion. As she did this, she further accentuated her figure by using her left hand to pull her shirt back a bit, pushing against the smallest hint of pudge on her lower chest, as well as emphasizing her breasts. She saw her sister Reagan doing this in the past to woo someone who ended up a mere one night stand, and with this motion she hoped to win over Fiore the same.
Sadly, she was wrong.
“Hmm… yeah, the hips are all right, but the belly is especially lacking. People these days really want some love handles to dig into, ya dig? And while your breasts certainly ain’t small, they could serve to be quite a bit bigger. Hmm… oh, I got a idea!”
“What’s that?” Phoebe asked nervously, knowing that Fiore always came up with the weirdest of ideas.
“Ok, so I definitely want you to fatten up naturally, probably at least up 50 pounds from today, but until then how’d you feel about a fat suit? Something to make you feel big when you’re actually small?”
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A few hours after having finished up her photo shoot, Phoebe met up with her sister Reagan at a new place in town, Lone Star Tavern. Having called her sister knowing how much she could do to anyone’s figure, Phoebe hoped that she could help her gain fast, especially so she wouldn’t have to wear that weird fat suit that Fiore tried to get her to wear.
“Wait, so you actually want me to help you gain weight, just because you don’t wanna wear a suit all day? Please, if I were in your place I’d wear the suit.”
“But it’s heavy and real steamy!” Phoebe yelled back, a bit frustrated. “Can’t you do something about it?”
“Hey, I never said I wouldn’t do it.” Reagan corrected, crossing her arms. “All I said is I’d wear the fat suit if I were in your shoes. If you wanna put on a lot of weight, I’m your girl! Hell, this’ll probably be the thing that finally sets us apart, if you know what I mean!”
“Really? How do I start?”
“You start with a second burger, obviously. Hey Kate, another burger, same as the last one my sis ordered!”
While she didn’t have a job at the place (at least not yet, she was still considering the offer at the least), Reagan was still good friends with the waitress at the place, Kate, enough to just yell out her order to get it ready. Having seen all this, Phoebe sweated nervously a bit, already feeling a bit full from the first burger she had.
“But… I’m already filled up on the first one, and I haven’t even touched my fries…” Muttering a bit in fear, Phoebe was beginning to have second thoughts. Thankfully, Reagan was confident in what she was doing, and caught on to her sister’s cowardice.
“Just your first one? Ha! If you really wanna be a fatty, you gotta eat until you literally cannot eat a morsel more! You don’t just stop cause you feel full, you stop when you literally cannot fit anything else into your gut! Trust me, I have experience in helping sabotage diets, I know what I’m doing.”
Realizing that there was nothing she could do to avoid what was coming, Phoebe let out a small sigh, as she watched Reagan catch a finished and wrapped up burger thrown by Kate. Unwrapping it bit by bit, the more openly confident sister held it up to her face, letting her take in the aroma of the burger as she slowly moved it up and down.
“Come on, doesn’t this smell so tasty and meaty? It’s practically calling out to you, you know. Then again, maybe I could eat-“
“Give it here!”
The smell having been the tipping point in her decision, Phoebe took the burger from her sister’s hands, before leaving a big bite into it and swallowing. Her stomach certainly felt tight from just the single bite, but with the aroma of the burger she pushed on, adding more and more into her belly until all that was left was the wrapper.
Still, she felt absolutely stuffed, and she thought she would pop if she ate another bite. Seeing this, Reagan moved her hand onto her older sister’s belly, feeling the tightness before rubbing it a bit to help alleviate the pressure. She wasn’t sure if the technique of rubbing a belly to remove stress actually was true, but at the same time neither did Phoebe, and she just wanted the gesture to help calm her overly stuffed gut.
“Ugh, this was… a bad idea. Maybe I should have said no to Fiore’s idea…”
“Relax, that’s just the fullness talking.” Continuing to rub her sister’s belly, Reagan helped Phoebe up as she left money for the bill on the table. “Trust me, by tomorrow, you’ll thank me for this introduction, as the soon to be renamed ‘Project Diet Sabotage’ begins in earnest!”
“Uh… what exactly does this project entail?” Phoebe asked innocently, as she slowly made her way out with her sister. “Is it going to be just stuffing me over and over again, until I’m at my desired weight?”
“Heh, not quite. But I ain’t telling?”
“How come?”
“Cause that’d ruin the fun, obviously! Trust me, a week from now, once I’m done with what I need to do, you’ll be willing to eat to your hearts content without me even needing to push you to it! No second burger or anything!”
The “by next week” thing was a lie however, as Reagan’s plan of using appetite stimulants on her sister wasn’t going to end there. In truth, the reason she said this was a trick, so that when she continued to use it after the week was up, Phoebe’d think it was her own appetite, which was to be the true motivator in this little favor her sister wanted.
Still, due to the suddenness of the situation, she couldn’t actually start adding them until tomorrow morning, when she could add some to Phoebe’s drink as a example. Until then, all she could do was drive her sister home, and let her think things through, to see if this was the right choice for her.
Either way though, Reagan thought, she was going to go through with this, whether Phoebe listened to her manager or not. The offer of making a difference between the two twins was such a great motivator after all…
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