Roly-Poly Rita part 1

"You should totally become a BBW model!"

Rita looked up from her half-eaten sundae and gave her friend Sam a puzzled look. "What?"

The two girls were sitting together at a two-person table in a small, yet charming little restaurant. They had just finished their classes at the local college together, so on the way back to their apartment, they had decided to stop for a quick snack. That 'snack' ended up becoming a full-course meal, complete with desserts. Rita ate much more than Sam, but her friend, spurred on by so many delectable treats in front of her, had a fair share of the meal too.

"Well, you've been talking about wanting to make some more money...and you've got more than enough belly to show off!" Sam laughed, and leaned over the table for a moment to give Rita's belly a quick shake. Her patting caused Rita's black tee to ride up, revealing the entire expanse of her creamy white gut; it spilled over her lap like an avalanche of flesh. It was undoubtedly the largest part of her all-around chubby body.

The redhead pushed her friend's hand away, pulled her shirt down, and sighed. She really hated it when Sam did that.

"I don't know. I mean, what kind of job is that? You mean like on the Internet, on one of those paid-membership porn websites? I doubt that they would pick just anybody, you know."

"I still think it's worth a try!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Rita, I've known you for years. I know you wouldn't want to be stuck doing the same old everyday work as the rest of us. You just got to be confident about showing off your body; you'll be paid just for eating and getting fatter on camera, letting the photographers take pictures of your tits and ass now and then. It's totally something you should check out! The FAs would go crazy for you, I'm sure of it!"

"I don't think my parents would be happy knowing I'd be taking a job like that..." Rita remarked before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

"I guess you could get a second job, then. Like at a store or something; I'm sure other models do the same sort of thing."

"Yeah, yeah, you say that," Rita remarked, "Even though a few seconds ago you told me that I shouldn't be stuck doing 'same old everyday work'!"

"Well, sometimes I make mistakes! I'm not perfect or anything!" Sam threw her hands up in mock-defense.

Laughing at her friend's reaction, Rita thought of something else really worth asking. "Really, though, why would you suggest I become a BBW model of all things? I mean...that totally came out of left field."

Sam ran a hand through her golden-blonde locks. "My cousin actually does the same thing, being a BBW model. I only found that out recently when I accidentally brought up her recent weight gain. She seems pretty proud of how big she had gotten, and she plans on getting even bigger. She's become friends with a number of other big girls too from her line of work. I guess I just thought...you might be interested in trying it too..." Sam's gaze gradually slipped away from Rita's as she spoke; she was clearly hiding something. Another reason why she wanted to see Rita become a model and get fatter. Rita sometimes could read Sam a lot easier than the blonde girl thought. That was just how their friendship operated.

"Sam." Rita said.

"Hmm?"

"If I did become a BBW model, and gained more weight, you would help me, wouldn't you?"

"O-Of course I would help you! You're my best friend, after all!"

Suddenly, a third voice spoke up, "Are you two enjoying everything so far?"

Rita and Sam looked up to see the waitress smiling pleasantly at them. She had shoulder-length brown hair, a slightly large nose, and murky brown eyes. She might have only been about three or four years older than the two girls, but with her tall stature and large bust, it was difficult to tell. Her name-tag read 'Alice'. Although she looked friendly on the outside, there was something about her expression that made Rita uncomfortable. It looked welcoming, but it didn't feel welcoming. It felt...disturbing.

"Oh, uh, yes, thank you. Everything was delicious!" Sam replied with a nod.

"Would you like anything else?"

"No, I'm full! What about you, Rita?"

"I'm not-" Rita started to say.

"We have so many more desserts to choose from, if you'd like to see the menu," Alice interjected. She started to take out a menu from a set she had been carrying with her. "You can eat as much as you'd like!"

"No thank you." Rita stopped her, "I really couldn't eat another bite. Just the check, please."

"Oh, I understand. Here you go! Have a nice day!" Alice took a slip of paper out of uniform's pocket, placed it on the table, and walked away, moving stiff, almost mechanically. Rita had a feeling that she was probably annoyed that they had turned down her attempts at getting them to buy more food. The redhead stifled a belch in her mouth, and she lifted herself out of her seat, Sam soon following in kind. Sam, while much thinner than her pudgy friend, was beginning to develop a rounded middle. No doubt, it was because her spending so much time with a girl who loved to eat like Rita did. Sam never brought it up. She seemed to just enjoy being in Rita's company.

Rita paid the bill, and as the two girls walked to the door, she turned to her friend.

"Sam...if you really think I could get work as a BBW model, and if you'll promise you'll help me with it, I guess it's worth a try, right?"

Sam's face brightened. "That's right! And I have some lingerie you can borrow for some of your more revealing photo sets too!"

"I think we're getting a bit ahead of ourselves right now..."

Alice closely observed the two girls from afar until they had disappeared through the double-doors. She smirked to herself. She then walked over to welcome the newest set of customers to arrive with a smile and a cheery disposition, as usual.

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About 30 photo sets, 22 videos, and 56 pounds later, 302-pound Roly-Poly Rita had been able to find some moderate success as a BBW model online. Instead of joining a particular website that hosted plus-size women, Rita and Sam had worked together to create their own site, and advertised it extensively wherever they could get away with doing so. The money came in slow at first, but it really started to pick up after the upload of several nude shots and videos. Sam, being much more technically inclined, was the one who dealt with running the site itself. Rita was satisfied with just having to look pretty and fat for the camera. Those were two things she did rather well.

Rita already had a 'cute face', according to Sam, but it was made even cuter with the addition of fuller cheeks and a little hint of double-chin above her neck. She grew her hair out longer, letting it cascade down her fat back. Rita's gain had proven an enormous aid in increasing her popularity. Her stomach had grown even bigger. Gravity had forced it to sag some when it wasn't stuffed full, but Rita's massive belly had become a delicious and bloated-looking sphere of adipose that hung heavily from her abdomen, and it still held the title of being the largest part of her body. One of Rita's most-purchased videos involved her ripping through various old clothes with her tremendous wrecking ball of a belly.

Rita's breasts were bigger, but compared to some other models on the Internet, they did not match up very well. She was inevitably shaped like some sort of apple-pear hybrid; pretty much everything from the stomach area and below was absolutely huge and swollen with padded fat. Her thighs were permanently touching, and they were dimpled all over, wobbling and jiggling whenever she so much as breathed. Her butt was a marvelous piece of work, crafted after many, many hours of glutting herself and lying around. Her cheeks rose and fell in perfect rhythm whenever she sauntered around her apartment complex, wearing little else but a bra and tight-fitting panties. They were bigger than bowling balls, softer than a puppy's fur, and quivered more than a bowl's worth of pudding. Sam sometimes found herself temporarily mesmerized by their beauty.

Rita had changed not only in body, but also in her attitude. She had become exceptionally more confident, and more comfortable with her body's shape and size than ever before. Sam was really happy for her friend, but she didn't know the exact words to express that happiness. It seemed like giving her food to eat was more than good enough. Examining herself one day, Sam had realized that she was a little softer around the middle too. She had no intention of usurping Rita's place, but still, she wouldn't mind getting a bit bigger.

On a particular day, the two girls burst into their apartment carrying several bags of groceries in each arm. With all of the money made recently, they had been able to afford a large haul. They planned on using most of this food for a super-stuffing video, one that would hopefully gather them another nice income.

"Whew!" Rita breathed in relief as she finally lowered the bags onto the kitchen table, wiping her puffy arm across her sweaty forehead, "That was a hell of a lot of work! I need a smoothie or two to make up for all the calories I must have burned!"

Sam placed her own bags onto two of the reinforced-steel chairs. "Hold on, Rita; before you can have your shakes, we need to put this food away!"

"Ugh...right...better get on it!"

Rita began grabbing food out of the bags and placing them into their respective fridge drawers, occasionally sneaking a bit out of whatever didn't need to be heated first. She let out a soft moan; she especially loved the cookie dough. Sam, digging through her purse, threw five letters onto the table, spreading them out to inspect them. One of them was some kind of religious pamphlet, another regarding the mayoral election, two unimportant letters, and lastly one letter that had a green envelope and the address written in red pencil on the front. Sam lifted the letter in her hand, lightly shaking it once before opening it. A letter fell out.

"Huh?"

"What is it, Sam?" Rita asked, having moved onto putting away her second bag of groceries.

"We got a letter. It says it's from a fan of ours!"

"What? A fan?"

"Yeah," Sam continued to read the parchment to herself, "It even has the username and everything; this person has been the first to purchase every single one of our photo sets and videos so far!"

"No kidding?" Rita was honestly surprised, but also somewhat concerned. "What kind o fan would send a old-fashioned letter in this day and age?"

"Beats me. I guess it does have its charms though. Hey, listen to this: she says she wants to be able to meet us in person, and she actually lives in our town! Can you believe that?"

"What? I don't really like the idea of meeting one of my fans in person; who knows how weird they might be. I'd rather keep my online life and my offline life separate. But wait...did you say 'she'?"

"Yep. It's a girl." Sam nodded.

"Really...I didn't know there were girls who would find me attractive like guys do..." Rita murmured, suddenly thoughtful. Sam was glad that Rita's back was turned to her, or else she might have noticed her sudden look of disappointment.

"They're called 'lesbians', Rita. Ever hear of them?"

"I know what a lesbian is! I hadn't considered lesbians liking my work though! I'm just a little surprised. But, I'd probably rather meet a female fan than a male fan..."

"The whole 'trust your own sex' thing, right?"

"Sure...that's right." Rita clearly didn't sound like she was 'sure' at all, but Sam didn't press her further. She had her own secrets to keep, after all; she didn't need to push Rita to spill hers. Rita finished placing the last of the groceries into the refrigerator. Sam had been too busy going over the fan's letter to be helpful at all. Rita, winded from so much stressful work, plopped her cushion-sized rear onto a chair and leaned back.

"Do you think we should take her up on it? It says that she's willing to feed us as much food as we want! It sounds like a great way for you to gain some more weight, for free!"

"I'm still not sure...it sounds suspicious. Really suspicious!" Rita pouted before taking another large bite of cookie dough.

"C'mon, being friendly with a few fans won't kill you! It'll make you a more likable person! They'll be willing to spend more money on you!" Sam tried to convince her, and she glanced over the last paragraph of the letter, "Would you believe this, too? She doesn't just live in our town; she lives two floors below us!"

"What?"

"Hey, let's go check it out!"

"Okay, I guess we can go and say hi, eat some food, and then we leave! Got it?"

"Sure, sure! Whatever you want, love! Gold, diamonds, jewelry, it's all yours!"

They didn't notice just how odd it was that this woman, a major fan of Rita's, never approached them before. On how she knew where they lived, it must have been because they passed each other before without realizing it. But that did not explain the reason for sending just a letter.

The two girls quickly gathered their things and left their room. Taking the elevator (there was no way Rita wanted to deal with the stairs) down two floors, Sam, using the letter as a guide, led her fat friend down the hallway, to room 315. Sam was the one to knock on the door. They waited for a few seconds, and finally, the door swung open. A tall, thin woman with prominent cleavage and a broad nose stepped out into the doorway. Rita felt like she had seen her once before, but she honestly couldn't recall where. The towering woman had a creepy, empty smile on her face.

"Hello there! Oh, you must be Roly-Poly Rita, right? My name is Alice! It's so exciting to get to meet you in person!"