This choice: Lisa decides to go undercover and blend in by wearing a fat suit • Go Back...Chapter #3Under the Flab by: Unknown Lisa grunted as she lifted the heaviest piece of her luggage onto the bed. She unzipped it. Inside was a specially made body suit the company had given her for the investigation. It could be suspicious if a skinny woman was going around town asking people why they were so fat, so the company had provided her with a fat suit.
She unfurled the top and wriggled into it. The skin was amazingly realistic. It was basically made out of rubber and covered by a thing layer of latex. The thick padding had a blouse sewed into it. After arranging the top in the right way, she buttoned the blouse over her fake ‘saddlebags’ and ‘love handles.’
The legs of the fat suit were equally thick and jiggly. Instead of skin, the legs were covered by a pair of stretch jeans which had been fitted onto the suit. There were snaps on the waist that had to be secured to ones bellow her new fat stomach, or else the legs might fall down. That would blow Lisa’s identity.
After anchoring her legs to her gut, Lisa put on a blue sweater. It had to be a large, thick sweater that would cover the snaps and velcro of the suit. It covered her all the way from breast to waist. She pulled the collar of the blouse out so it hung over the collar of the sweater. To complete the ensemble, she adjusted a blond wig on her head and secured it with hairpins. She put on some thick framed glasses. Lastly, Lisa had to retie her shoes. This was a real struggle, as she was unused to the fat middle that prevented her from reaching her feet. Even sitting on the floor didn’t help the process but finally she tied her sneakers and her disguise was complete.
Lisa looked at herself in a mirror. Great. They sent her undercover as a fat librarian. They should have gone all out and included a checkered sweater. She didn’t look super fat but she did look thicker. No part of her new body was too large. Lisa’s old skinny figure could equate to a flagpole. This fat suit made her look much thicker, like a tree trunk. A really big tree trunk like an old pine or redwood.
She fiddled with her blouse under the sweater. Located by the left fake breast was a small microphone. The microphone was attached to a bulky recorder in a pouch under her new belly. It could hold up to eight hours of recorded audio. The activation button rested right by the tag of her sweater. Her other suitcase had more blank tapes in them. She was fully wired. Lisa grabbed her pen and pad and left.
Lisa had only walked as far as a block before she realized this was a big mistake. The fat suit was made out of material that also made excellent insulation and it was a hot summer’s day. Why did they make me wear a sweater, she moaned to herself. Her face was sweating profusely and she could feel the slimy layer of perspiration where her skin touched the inside of the suit. She spotted a nearby ice cream parlor. I have got to cool down, she thought as she hurriedly waddled over.
Of course, every building in the fattest town in the world had fully operational air conditioning. Lisa sighed with relief as the cool air hit her. A soda jerk looked at her from behind the counter. “Do you want something, miss?”
“No I—” Lisa started, then she stopped. You’re going overheat in this dumb thing if you don’t do something about it. “I’ll have a small vanilla milkshake.”
“Will do. $1.75.”
She paid him and then sat down at a booth. Although Lisa was glad to be sitting she was unaccustomed to her new, well padded behind. She struggled to make herself more comfortable.
The soda jerk gave her the milkshake. Despite her discomfort she giggled. A ‘small’ milkshake in South Barkalow was the same size as a ‘large’ anywhere else. She took a swig and immediately felt cooler. She was surprised at how quickly she guzzled the milkshake until there was a quarter of it left.
Now that her sweat had dried the inside of her suit had gotten itchy. Screw this, she thought. I don’t care if people look at me funny for being skinny. After I’m done with the shake I’m going to go back to the apartment and take this dumb thing off—
“Dang, girl, you look mighty fine!” Lisa would’ve jumped from her seat if she could. A young black man had suddenly appeared in the seat in front of her. He looked like Fat Albert, almost out of high school. He couldn’t have been more than nineteen.
“Oh-h,” Lisa stammered. “Uh-h, who—”
“Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself. The name is Deric, with an ‘ic’ at the end instead of an ‘ek.’ I just had to come by and say that you had a dang fine figure.”
“T-thank you?” Lisa replied. This fat suit was supposed to make her blend in, and suddenly it had drawn all the fat Casanovas out of the woodwork.
“So, uh…Miss?”
“Lisa.” She kicked herself for not using a fake name.
“So Lisa…Can I have your number? Can I have it?”
“M-my number? I don’t have a number; I’m just passing through.”
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh…” The ‘oh’ lasted for almost ten seconds. “You’re new around here, huh? Then I really got to take you out and show you the town. Does it sound like a date, girl?”
Lisa was mortified. How did this happen? Even if she was desperate for a story she wouldn’t go out with him. Deric was incredibly annoying.
But wait, her inner thoughts reminded her. You are trying to see why South Barkalow is the fattest town ever. Why not sneak into the dating scene and see how they do things around here?
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