Belly Literary Universe (part 2)

Veera's Spectacle Part 6: An Offer

Veera ordered a driver and a car to pick her up, then dressed in a stylish denim jacket, skirt, and shining knee length leather boots. It was about as dressed down she was allowed to get in public. After a quick dab of makeup, and a thorough brush of her long platinum silver hair, she was on the road south toward the wealthy suburbs of Prospect's Reserve.

I said it. I want to get fat. And these people want that as well. They want to help. How could they be bad? She thought while knotting her fingers and watching the dew slide down her window. Like I guess I can see how they wouldn't be called good. Normally people who make other people fat are bad people. Like those reality shows. Enablers. Isn't that what these people are doing then? So maybe they are bad people. Veera shook her head. But I want this. I can have this and no one can stop me. I have to see what this is all about.

The streets were clean. Every hedge was trimmed. Flowers bloomed out of every street side planter and median. The building had flawless and fanciful facades decorated to celebrate spring. The people obeyed the road signs and waved to their neighbors as they went. Azure heights was a great city, and you could find any of these nice things there, but prospects reserve was a modernized 1950's dream town. Ubiquitously clean, cared for, and designed. It was idyllic. If you could afford it.

They turned onto Curie Court, and pulled into the meandering driveway of 141. There were a few luxury cars already parked along with a huge SUV.

"We're here, Maam," The driver said.

Veera swore she'd seen the house in a movie. The huge windows, and metallic paneling made it look like something out of sci-fi future society. A young blonde man in business casual dress walked toward the car with haste and got the door for her.

"Welcome Ms Deva. I'm Jacob. Miranda is waiting to see you," He said with a wide smile.

Veera smiled up at him and climbed out of the car. "I hope I didn't keep her waiting."

"Oh, miss Miranda keeps a very flexible schedule. She's excited to meet you. I am too. I'm sorry to bring it up, but Melodrama Mania is my favorite album from the last decade."

"Most people don't know that one," Veera smirked, reminiscing back to a cramped corner studio from her teen years. "They usually like my later stuff. If you have the case around I'll sign it for you, if you'd like."

Jacob gulped. "I - I'll look for it. But I should get you inside. That's why you're here after all. This way please."

Veera patted him on the back and followed him up a set of wide elongated stairs into the building.

The insides were somewhat sparse, and clearly filled with furniture to match the architecture. Whoever owned the place rented it out. This is how it came. Cheap for such a powerful organization, she thought for a moment, before stopping herself. She lived in a rented pre-furnished apartment and had no grounds to jeer. And a moment after that it didn't matter. What the fuck! She thought as she circled around a waterfall cascading down privacy glass.

The woman sitting in the living room - no - pinned into the living room was unreal. She was thick. Lightly dressed - maybe even half naked. Very busty. Fat even. She gather all that on a second glance on account of her enormous, round, blob of a belly sticking out over two feet from her where a normal stomach was supposed to end. A couple ottomans were pushed together to create a pedestal for the ball of fat pressing the woman back into the armchair. She beckoned Veera to sit with a gesture and smile as she took a gulp from a giant novelty mug sized cup of some kind of chocolate liquid. Likely a milkshake.