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"I'm sure you've looked over the contract?" Ms. Church lowered her clipboard and removed her chained reading glasses, which fell atop her shelf-like bust.

"I've given it a glance." Kendra wasn't going to admit she had poured over the unusual document multiple times trying to find the catch, that she had been reading it when her name was called in the waiting room for the dance portion of the interview. She wanted to appear casual and confident, and that was difficult because she was still in wardrobe: a cap, a tiny black censor-strip of a tube top, her shoes, and a pair of red panties flossed over her jiggly ass' equator. Was it OK to pull them higher now? Where were they walking? Kendra had many questions, but she didn't want to seem like a nerd.

"Hmm. Well just in case you glossed over the most important bit, here we are," Ms. Church gestured to a long row of tables laden with boxes of pizzas and pastries, trays of desserts, steamers brimming with aromatic barbecue and fried chicken, and grease-stained shopping bags full of wrapped burgers.

"Craft services?"

"Yes. This is the second part of your interview. Eat, eat." Ms. Church eased herself into a chair. It creaked under her bulk. She gave Kendra an encouraging smile.

"Uh- right now? I thought all that... stuff might start once the tour began."

"Well we have to confirm that you have an appetite as soon as possible. Part of Derek's artistic vision for the Make It Big tour is that the backup dancers get heavier and heavier as it progresses. It's required of you. It's why you're being offered such an outrageously generous compensation package. We're not only paying for your time and talent, but also your willingness to change shape."

Derek. That must be Moonlander's real name. Kendra didn't care for his music, but the money on the line had her looking past that. For a year's work, it'd be enough to obliterate her student loans and put a down payment on a house. Who cared about a couple of extra pounds? She needed this. She'd do it. "OK!" She turned towards the buffet and started loading up her first plate.

"Don't be shy now- you look like a girl that doesn't miss many meals."

"Except for today." The instructions were to come hungry. Up until now, pre-audition nerves made her stomach's needs easy to ignore, but Kendra realized she was ravenous. "I have been known to, um- partake." She wiggled her spongy rear and it wobbled. She propped up her leaning tower of pizza slices with a scaffolding of garlic bread sticks, then bolstered those with a ring of cheeseburgers.

Ms. Church jotted down notes on each item that Kendra added to her plate. "Eating will be a large part of your job. All the food will of course be provided- on the bus, in the hotels, wherever. Whenever you need to be topped off, just holler. The goal is the maximum size increase possible during the span of the tour. This is quantity over quality, so please don't pout when your waist starts going or your arms get chunky. That's to be expected."

Weird. All the women in the waiting room had been bottom-heavy like her. Kendra swallowed a mouthful of rubbery, mozzarella-stuffed pizza crust. "If you're after a dramatic change, then why not hire skinny girls?"

"Derek has an image to maintain. It's better to start with dancers with ass and not arouse any suspicion. As you and your co-workers 'make it big,' it'll become a story, generate buzz. After the tour, you'll shoot the remix videos for the hit singles. Shot for shot, with an enhanced cast. Make sense?"

Kendra was still chewing when she spoke, which earned an approving smile from Ms. Church, which in turn gave Kendra the idea to play it up. "Yeah. Gotcha." She had a test to pass. She didn't bother with a plate on her return trip to the buffet, opting for a two-fisted technique; a hamburger in one hand and a glistening, battered drumstick in the other. She alternated bites of each, savoring each as if she couldn't decide which was more delicious. Then she sped up once she figured out that all she wanted was more. She filled her scooping hands again and again, now with dessert. Cinnamon rolls disappeared into her distending stomach, sweet chased with more sweet- the taste was less important than feeling the skin of her gut getting taut. She brought one greasy-fingered hand to play with her belly while the other fed it donuts. Frosting and fried dough monopolized her esophagus- breathing had to come in loud gusts between bites.

"Mmm- you'll do nicely. Welcome to the Moonlander entourage."

Make It Big pt2: fav.me/dachx2x

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"I'm sure you've looked over the contract?" Ms. Church lowered her clipboard and removed her chained reading glasses, which fell atop her shelf-like bust.

"I've given it a glance." Kendra wasn't going to admit she had poured over the unusual document multiple times trying to find the catch, that she had been reading it when her name was called in the waiting room for the dance portion of the interview. She wanted to appear casual and confident, and that was difficult because she was still in wardrobe: a cap, a tiny black censor-strip of a tube top, her shoes, and a pair of red panties flossed over her jiggly ass' equator. Was it OK to pull them higher now? Where were they walking? Kendra had many questions, but she didn't want to seem like a nerd.

"Hmm. Well just in case you glossed over the most important bit, here we are," Ms. Church gestured to a long row of tables laden with boxes of pizzas and pastries, trays of desserts, steamers brimming with aromatic barbecue and fried chicken, and grease-stained shopping bags full of wrapped burgers.

"Craft services?"

"Yes. This is the second part of your interview. Eat, eat." Ms. Church eased herself into a chair. It creaked under her bulk. She gave Kendra an encouraging smile.

"Uh- right now? I thought all that... stuff might start once the tour began."

"Well we have to confirm that you have an appetite as soon as possible. Part of Derek's artistic vision for the Make It Big tour is that the backup dancers get heavier and heavier as it progresses. It's required of you. It's why you're being offered such an outrageously generous compensation package. We're not only paying for your time and talent, but also your willingness to change shape."

Derek. That must be Moonlander's real name. Kendra didn't care for his music, but the money on the line had her looking past that. For a year's work, it'd be enough to obliterate her student loans and put a down payment on a house. Who cared about a couple of extra pounds? She needed this. She'd do it. "OK!" She turned towards the buffet and started loading up her first plate.

"Don't be shy now- you look like a girl that doesn't miss many meals."

"Except for today." The instructions were to come hungry. Up until now, pre-audition nerves made her stomach's needs easy to ignore, but Kendra realized she was ravenous. "I have been known to, um- partake." She wiggled her spongy rear and it wobbled. She propped up her leaning tower of pizza slices with a scaffolding of garlic bread sticks, then bolstered those with a ring of cheeseburgers.

Ms. Church jotted down notes on each item that Kendra added to her plate. "Eating will be a large part of your job. All the food will of course be provided- on the bus, in the hotels, wherever. Whenever you need to be topped off, just holler. The goal is the maximum size increase possible during the span of the tour. This is quantity over quality, so please don't pout when your waist starts going or your arms get chunky. That's to be expected."

Weird. All the women in the waiting room had been bottom-heavy like her. Kendra swallowed a mouthful of rubbery, mozzarella-stuffed pizza crust. "If you're after a dramatic change, then why not hire skinny girls?"

"Derek has an image to maintain. It's better to start with dancers with ass and not arouse any suspicion. As you and your co-workers 'make it big,' it'll become a story, generate buzz. After the tour, you'll shoot the remix videos for the hit singles. Shot for shot, with an enhanced cast. Make sense?"

Kendra was still chewing when she spoke, which earned an approving smile from Ms. Church, which in turn gave Kendra the idea to play it up. "Yeah. Gotcha." She had a test to pass. She didn't bother with a plate on her return trip to the buffet, opting for a two-fisted technique; a hamburger in one hand and a glistening, battered drumstick in the other. She alternated bites of each, savoring each as if she couldn't decide which was more delicious. Then she sped up once she figured out that all she wanted was more. She filled her scooping hands again and again, now with dessert. Cinnamon rolls disappeared into her distending stomach, sweet chased with more sweet- the taste was less important than feeling the skin of her gut getting taut. She brought one greasy-fingered hand to play with her belly while the other fed it donuts. Frosting and fried dough monopolized her esophagus- breathing had to come in loud gusts between bites.

"Mmm- you'll do nicely. Welcome to the Moonlander entourage."

Make It Big pt2: fav.me/dachx2x