"Very well, James, let's just say that when you came up to me to ask me for my autograph, I figured you were worthy. You need to be the man you're truly meant to be. You need to be big James, it's your destiny. It's every man's destiny. They just don't know it. You know it. You can be the first to inspire many men. The food chose you. I can help you reach your potential. So come on dude, what do you say?"
"If I'm meant to be fat, then alright then!" he said gleefully.
"Great. Here's the directions to my place. I'm staying there until I get called for work." Ashley said.
James heard the instructions and wrote them down on a notepad. "Got it." he said finishing.
"I look forward on making you big, dude. Don't let me down!" Ashley said excitedly.
"I won't, bye!" he hung up.
So excited, James felt that a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. 'Not that kind of weight though.' he patted his bulging, jiggling tummy. Now no one would dare criticize him for eating as much as he wanted. He went to his refrigerator and let himself loose. He was hungry and he was finally going to eat what he wanted. Ashley Massaro liked him for being fat and he was euphoric over it
He cooked multiple strips of bacon. Other slabs of bacon were introduced, they were the size of steaks. He also made a huge pile of macaroni and cheese. The last set was a huge pile of pancakes with syrup. All this he had made and now he dove in.
James was ravenous as he ate a large slab of bacon with one hand. He finished it quickly. He chowed down on his macaroni and cheese. The pancakes were the last. James was still a little hungry and found some chocolates in a shelf and one by one, he ate them as well.
He gave out a slight burp out and realized he was on his last chocolate, he resented that there was only so little in the box. "Great..well after this, let's see if there's any more."
He was about to put the chocolate in his mouth when an unexpected voice was heard.
"Don't you dare eat that!" a woman's voice had said.
"Huh?" James frowned and gave out a slight hiccup.
A woman appeared, suspended by a cable connected to the ceiling. She landed and James observed her. She was very curvy but very on the athletic side. She was busty as indicated by her zipper hanging below her big cleavage. She was wearing a tight silver body suit with her midriff being the only thing revealed. She had wide hips which made the outfit stretch to its limit. The woman was blonde and her hair was in a pony-tail, she also wore a serious look on her face as she stood.
"How did you get in my house? Who are you?"
"Who I am is immaterial. I'm here to stop you, you fat obnoxious pig of a man!" the woman said and stood in a fighting stance that had her left fist backward and her right fist stretched out. She was crouched as well.
"Are you serious?" James said surprised.'She may be hot but she's acting ridiculous.' he thought. "What are you on about? Stop me from what?"
"I was monitoring that call..." the woman said placing her hands on her tan hips. "You plan on making yourself fat and I ain't down with that!" she said waving a finger side to the side.
"Look if you're not getting out of my house, I'll throw you out." An annoyed James said trying to get off the stool.
"I like to see you try, fat man." she smirked.
James struggled to get over to her but with his fat jiggling, he was getting out of breath. "Last chance." he said panting.
"I'm on a mission and I will not deviate from said mission."
"Hey I'm a lover not a fighter so I'm really sorry in a way." he then proceeded to tackle her when she placed her hands to the floor and gave him a kick by launching her legs upward. A foot met his face.
"What the-?" he had no idea how fast she had fought.
Her fists cocked out in front of her like a boxer. She let out a few jabs to his face and gut, letting out a 'hi-yah' every time. He was getting fed up, "Seriously when are you going to-"
Another slap was issued to his chin. "Hi-yah!"
"OK last chance, if you don't stop-"
A wide kick was then issued to his forehead. He had no idea how it happened but it made him stumble.
"Come on..." the woman waved her fingers to him.
"You're going down a road, you can't-don't follow." James said a bit dizzily.
The woman came at him with random jabs with both hands. James was getting tired now, physically. She went around him in a circle and it made James sweat and breathe hard. "Hey hold still!" he said out of breath.
"Alright time out.."
The woman stood in a 'crane' stance with one foot raised in front of her as if she were perched and with her arms spread to the side. She was in perfect balance.
"What the heck?" he frowned in confusion.
"Good night, fatty."
'Uh-Oh!' he realized.
Sharp blinding pain met his face when her foot sprung out unexpectedly.
James fell down to the floor and saw stars in the ceiling. He struggled to get up but his bulk prevented him from doing so. He almost did until a boot landed softly on his chest, making him fall down again.
"You reconsider and call that WWE diva back and tell her you're not going to do something disgraceful. Fat people are nothing. Do you hear? I mean they're out of shape, they're unhealthy, they're just....so depressing to look at. Tell her you changed your mind or I'm coming back for you, fatty!" she hissed.
That was when she left.
James was on the floor going over what she said and therefore he made a decision.
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