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Texan businessman Max Crawford settled down in his seat at the long high speed train pulled out of London Kings Cross station. It was late and the train was half empty. He popped the top on a can of Fosters and took a deep breath. Half way through a three week business trip and was taking a couple of days break from the city and heading out of London. He took another swig of lager and reflected on that. Officially he was seeing parts of the country off the tourist map. Which was kind of true. Max liked to explore and he wanted to see England out of London. But he was also following the advice he'd been given from an online friend and fellow lover of the fuller figured female, with the username Samster2. Samster2 had written:
"London's great but its full of skinny chicks. You want to find the hot fat chicks head out into Middle England. Pick some random place of the railway map that's north of Peterborough, in bold text but not capitals and go there. You're in the land of Sunday lunches, all you can eat buffets, curries and fish n chips. Its not Texas but we have some hot porkers!"
Max had agreed; London was full of trendy, tofu eating skinny chicks. So he'd taken Samster2's advice. He'd headed to Kings Cross because he knew the name and discovered it was the main terminus for high speed trains running north and south along the countries eastern half. The route connected London with major northern cities Leeds and Newcastle before continuing up into Scotland. Already late and Max figured he didn't want to go too far. Maybe an hour and a half on the train. So he looked at the map for stations in bold type but not capitals. That ruled out the likes of Leeds and Newcastle. Next he looked at the departure board. In half an hour the 20.14 train for Leeds left on platform four. He looked at the calling points:
Stevenage - Peterborough - Marsdon - Doncaster - Wakefield - Leeds.
He's liked the look of Marsdon. County town of Marsdonshire it was in bold type but not capitals. Quickly he'd searched hotels in Marsdon on his i-pad and found a Premier Inn opposite the station. Then he'd booked a room, bought a standard class return ticket to Marsdon and gotten on the train.
Now the high speed train was picking up speed as it headed north out of London. Max turned and watched a blonde girl walk her way down the carriage. He smiled. There was a definite waddle in that walk. She had a painted on pair of blue jeans and a plump bubble butt along with thighs that rubbed together ever so slightly. In her early twenties she was young to be that chubby.
"Looking promising."
The following morning...
Max had risen early and devoured sausages, eggs and toast at the Premier Inn all you can eat breakfast and then headed back to Marsdon station. Marsdon station had three platforms and was an old Victorian stone building. It was busy. Morning commuters were arriving into town and other waiting for the train down to London. There were Starbucks, Costa Coffee and Subway outlets on each platform. Scanning the travellers Max noted a few decidedly chunky ladies in business suits drinking their morning coffee and was feeling contented.
He'd looked at options for places to go. Marsdon was on the east coast main line, the Central Trains route from Norwich to Birmingham and was also the terminus of a branch line that went through rural Marsdonshire to the coastal town of Gunningham. One of the stops half way along the branch line was Thornton. It claimed to a historic market town dating back to 700AD. Max shrugged. It sounded as good as anywhere and fitted Samster2's definition of Middle England pretty damn close so he bought a return ticket and waited for the train.
The train out to Thornton was very different to the high speed train. A two car Sprinter train it stopped at every small station but his seat was comfortable and Max enjoyed watching the rolling patchwork of fields slowly pass. There was a little onboard eye candy to check out too. The guard was female and in her twenties. She was also getting fat. Max enjoyed watching her waddle up and down the train with her ticket machine after every stop.
"Ticket's from Kirkstall..."
Max checked out her booty and smiled. That was a chunky butt and not getting any smaller. This girl had a fatter future ahead.
Thirty minutes later the train rolled into Thornton station. It was a sleepy two platform station with an old canopy and lovingly maintained with flowers and hanging baskets. Five passengers got off the train whilst another three boarded. There was no Starbucks or food retailer. Just a small ticket office and a taxi rank with just one taxi waiting. London Kings Cross it was not.
"This has gotta be Middle England" said Max to himself as he began walking into Marsdon town centre.
Meanwhile, sat behind the counter at Thornton's Royal Bank of England branch, Gemma Conroy was finishing counting out £100 in twenties to an old age pensioner by the name of Norma. Having lived in Thornton all her life and worked at the branch for ten years, thirty five year old Gemma knew many of the customers by name. Married with two children and the Customer Service Officer job suited her well. It wasn't demanding and the extra money came in handy and it beat being at home all day. Gemma also enjoyed talking with the customers and enjoyed a good gossip when she got chance.
"...eighty and a hundred" said Gemma handing over the cash "do you want a receipt Norma?"
"Oh yes please" replied Norma whilst she fished her purse out of her bag and put the £100 in it.
Plump fingers tip tapping on the keyboard Gemma clicked printed the receipt and handed it across.
"Thank you dear" said Norma "I saw your mum at Cecil Baker's funeral last weekend. She's looking well. And how are those two kiddies of yours..."
Gemma small talked with Norma for a few minutes before the old woman continued on her way. The branch was quiet again. With just two cashier desks, one meeting room and six full time members of staff Thornton was a small branch. At that moment the branches Personal Banker, Lauren Smith, was in a meeting with a customer, the branch manager was in the back office catching up on admin and the other customer service officer working that day was on break. So Gemma had the front desk to herself. She checked out her long, pink acrylic nails and let her mind wander. She wanted to book a family holiday to Spain but her husband wanted to go to Cornwall so Gemma wondered if she should just book Spain anyway? But then that might not be a good idea...
Then the branch door opened. Gemma gulped. A tall, very tanned, well built man with a square jaw had just stepped in. He looked like a rich American from TV. Or maybe David Hasselhoff.
For his part Max smiled to himself. The brunette behind the cashiers desk was a knockout. With a pretty, plump and perfectly made up face and a cheerleaders smile she was some sweet eye candy. The closer he got he also realised she was a sexy butterball. He couldn't make out her full figure thanks to her being sat behind the counter but he could see that her uniform blouse was tight fitting and a belly pooched out in front of her. She looked overfed and well looked after. He couldn't make out her ass and thighs but he guessed they were in fitting with the rest of this plumpers physique. Max read her name badge - Gemma Conroy, Customer Service Officer.
"Hi, how can I help?" said Gemma in her Marsdonshire accent. The accent was a mix of London to the south and Yorkshire to the north.
"Hey Gemma" replied Max in his Texan drawl "I wonder if you could help me. See I've been trying to use your ATM out there and its saying I can't take any cash out. Now I know there's plenty in the checking account so could y'all look into it."
"Okay" nodded Gemma "pop you card in the card reader and put your pin number in and I'll have a look."
"Gotcha."
Max watched as Gemma looked at her screen and pressed buttons on her keyboard. She had plump fingers and very long, nicely done acrylic nail extensions. There was also a wedding ring. Not that Max was going to hit on her. He had his own very big and beautiful wife back home in Dallas. But the woman clearly made a huge effort with her appearance so Max decided to comment on her nails.
"Nice nails you've got, how do you type with them?"
Gemma looked up and smiled.
"Ha! Lots of people ask that. I've had them like this so long I find it harder to do things with out them. I always think with my job everybody gets to see my nails so I should have nice looking nails!"
"Good thinking Gemma."
"I love your accent" continued Gemma "you sound like JR Ewing."
"You got it" chuckled Max "native Texan here. Over in the UK on business and thought I'd get the hell out of London for a day or two. You ever been to Texas?"
"No, but we did go on a family holiday to Florida a couple of years ago. It was amazing! We went to Disney World and met Mikey Mouse and did all the rides and my kids loved Splash Mountain...."
The pair small talked whilst Gemma worked her way through the Royal Bank of England's computer system. With a couple of other customers now stood waiting another women appeared from the back office. She looked to be in her mid forties, well maintained and very fat. Her uniform skirt was almost painted on around her thick thighs and fat middle and the material stretched and strained with each step. She looked like a woman who had enjoyed more than her share of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Max read her name badge. Karen Hughes - Customer Service Officer. He smiled. Karen was Gemma's fatter future.
"Next please..." said Karen to the man stood behind Max
"Okay...what it is, is that your bank in America has physically blocked your card and it needs a security check on it. So I need to see two forms of ID to unblock it?" said Gemma.
Max bit his lip. That pissed him off. He'd told his bank he was away in the UK for three weeks but still they'd cut him off. Just like they did every time he travelled overseas. Max fought back the urge to rant. But it was hardly Gemma's fault and she seemed a genuinely nice person.
"I've only got the one with me, my passport."
"Ummmm...okay. Could I take a look?"
"Sure."
Checking out his passport Gemma matched it with the info on her computer screen. It matched up. The system was telling her that with just one photo ID she needed another member of staff to verify that the customer was indeed Max Crawford. She looked over at Karen who had just finished serving her customer.
"Hey Kaz, the system says you need to check his ID too. Its like locked up because he's from America..."
"Okay."
Max watched as fat Karen scooted her chair across and glanced at his ID and then up at him. She was a truly delicious porker. Max imagined she'd spent most of her working life sat at Royal Bank of England's Thornton branch and gradually got fatter and softer as the years rolled on. Like Gemma she had a nice smile, perfect nails and a wedding ring. Max figured they were buddies and went out to get their nails done together.
"You look sort of similar" said Karen with a smile, her soft double chin wobbling as she spoke.
"Hah! It was taken ten years ago" replied Max.
At that Karen smiled again and scooted back to her workstation. Gemma meanwhile got back to keying in the details into the computer. Eventually she said:
"Okay, we're sorted. Do you want to take any money out?"
"I'll take £200."
Gemma counted out the money, got Max to sign for it and then handed it over. Smiling she said:
"Anything else I can help with?"
"Yeah, I'm not from round here and wondered if you could recommend where to eat in this town?"
Gemma reflected on that. Eating was one of her favourite things to do. In fact she and Karen were experts on the best places for lunch in Thornton.
"It depends what you want" mused Gemma "if your wanting a quick and cheap lunch the sandwiches from Fletchers are good. Or if you want to sit down for something to eat in town there's The Windmill on Queen Street..."
"...they do amazing bar meals." chipped in Karen.
"Yeah, or if you really want to treat yourself there's the Thornton Tea Rooms. Its expensive but really delicious."
"They do these fantastic Chocolate & Orange Fat Rascals which are heaven" said Karen.
"Ummmm, yeah! We treat ourselves to one every Friday" said Gemma.
"Shame for you girls its Tuesday" replied Max.
"But maybe good for our figures" laughed Karen.
"Ah you don't need to worry about that."
Gemma and Karen blushed a little. Both had no illusions about being overweight but it was nice to have the good looking American flirt with them a little. For his part Max knew to push no further. Fat women were hotter than hell to him but most were self conscious about their size. He didn't want to make the two pleasant but maybe non too bright women uncomfortable.
"Thanks for your help girls" said Max with a smile as he headed for the door.
"Bye, and have a great time in England" said Gemma.
"Will do."
Gemma and Karen watched him leave. That had been a little excitement in their working day. Both had enjoyed the attention. Leaning across Gemma whispered to Karen:
"He had over a million dollars in his current account."
"He is like JR Ewing" said Karen
"He's really hot."
"Some nice eye candy" laughed Karen.
"He's got me thinking about Fat Rascals..."
Meanwhile Max strolled around Thornton for a while longer before heading to The Windmill pub. Now approaching 12pm he ordered a pint and a ham sandwich and settled down to people watch. Warm weather and he was sat outside and had a view down Thronton's High Street. That view included the Royal Bank of England. He figured Gemma and Karen would take a lunch at some point and he wanted to check them out. Heck, those two porcine princesses looked like they'd never skipped lunch in their lives.
Half way through his ham sandwich the door to the bank opened and the two butterballs in question stepped out. Focusing in he checked out their walk. Previously he'd only seen Gemma sat down. Now it was clear her figure had grown into a juicy, over ripe pear with fat legs and a bum (as the English would say) that was skin tight against her skirt. She walked with a hip swaying wiggle waddle made even more challenging by the tightness of her pencil skirt. Max loved watching plumpers in uniform that had been fitted many pounds ago.
"Damn, that's a fine ass" he said to himself.
Next to her Karen's progress was even more ponderous. Her porked up belly pushed out against her skirt and the buttons on her blouse were taut as the gripped around her swollen breasts and middle. Her wide hips and fat arse swayed from side to side with each wiggle waddling step she made down High Street. The two bloated bank workers appeared to be headed for the Fletchers bakery and sandwich shop. They were happily chattering to each other and said hello to a few of the locals who walked past. Max caught a few of the locals looking back and checking out the size of the two well padded porkers posteriors.
As it was they called in the Warwick's Pharmacy before they both stepped into the Fletchers shop. Emerging a few minutes later both carried two well filled bags. They clearly were not in a rush and called in at Costa Coffee, emerging with take out latte's and headed back for the bank. A plan slowly formed in Max's head. He couldn't get them both talking about Chocolate & Orange Fat Rascals out of his head. He didn't know what a Fat Rascal was but it sounded too good not to find out. Maybe he could swing by the Thornton Tea Room's before he headed back for the station?
3pm and the early afternoon rush was over at Royal Bank of England. Gemma and Karen were sat behind their desks each serving customers. There was nobody else waiting. Gemma was taking a deposit from a local shop owner and counting the cash when the door to the branch opened. She caught her breath. It was the American again. He was carrying a large box from the Thornton Tea Rooms. Gemma felt her mouth water and her tummy beg for attention. The greedy girl in her hoped he'd brought the box for her as a treat. He'd obviously liked her and she had helped him out...
Next to her Karen was having the same reaction. Both rushed their customers through as quickly as possible before turning their attentions to Max.
"Hi" both said together.
"Hey ladies" replied Max "I thought I'd drop these Fat Rascal's off for you both before I head out of town. You fixed up that card for me so I figure I owe ya both a favour and you said you liked these."
"Thank you so much" beamed Gemma.
"Aw that's really nice" added Karen.
"No problem. Its what the two hottest looking ladies in town deserve."
Both Gemma and Karen blushed at that comment. Hauling her butt up Gemma wiggle waddled around the counter and stepped out of the staff area into the bank foyer. Karen waddled on behind her. Taking the box Gemma looked inside. There were six of the giant sweet treats.
"Thank you" she said again "I'll have one and I'll give the other two to my boys."
"Whatever works" smiled Max "goodbye for now girls."
He kissed both plump cheeks and headed out of the door. Gemma and Karen headed back behind the cashiers desk and inspected their treats. Both women couldn't wait and broke a big piece of one of the treats and popped into their mouths. The box was placed in between them and they each grazed on the Fat Rascals throughout the remainder of the afternoon. Bank rules said they couldn't eat with customers present but a quiet afternoon and they had no problem working through one Fat Rascal each. The pastries were huge and packed with all kinds of sugary goodness. As the afternoon progressed both developed that warm, full up feeling. Like two contented fat cats they sat behind the counter and served customers waiting for five o'clock to roll around. In between customers and bites of Fat Rascal they chatted away:
"...so you wouldn't just book the holiday to Spain?" said Gemma "I found this really nice looking all inclusive on the Costa Brava on Expedia and I could book it..."
"All inclusive sound good" said Karen, popping a chunk of Fat Rascal between her lips.
"I know, it would be so relaxing. Its flying from East Midlands and three stars and £1200 for all four of us so its cheaper than Cornwall really and..."
The conversation meandered. By five o'clock Gemma wiggle waddled her way across the staff car park to her Ford Kuga SUV. After the Fat Rascal mixed with her normal snacking she had a hefty, bloated feeling. Her belly looked great in her uniform and the material of her skirt and blouse looked perfectly tortured. The plumped up yummy mummy placed her hands on her belly and sighed.
"I'm stuffed."
"Makes too of us" huffed Karen next to her.
"That American was sooooo nice."
"Like a friendly JR Ewing."
"Yeah, not like one that'd shoot his wife or anything like that."
"Oh Gosh no" gasped Karen.
"Wasn't Kirsten who shot Sue Ellen?"
"You remember that?"
"Yeah, my mum and dad watched Dallas. My mum's got all the series on DVD."
"Your right it was Kirsten. I was totally hooked on it back in the 80's. See you tomorrow Gem."
"Bye Kaz."
Hauling herself up into the SUV, Gemma turned the engine on and headed out of the car park. She had Mardsonshire FM on the radio. They were playing Perfect 10 by Beautiful South:
"...She's a perfect 10 but she wears a 12
Baby, keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first degree
When he's at my gate with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can replace..."
Driving across Thornton she planned to head home, get changed and pick her two sons up from her mum's. The traffic was slow along King Street. Thornton's roads had originally been built by the Roman's and clogged up badly at times. Today was one of those times. She reached behind her and undid the zipper on the back of her skirt. That gave her very full belly just a little extra room to hang. Then her eyes drifted over to the two remaining Fat Rascals on the passenger seat. She fought the urge to break a piece off. They were for her two sons. At least that was the plan. Slowing to a stop at the traffic lights next to Sainsbury's she reached across, opened the box and broke off a chunk of chocolate and popped it between her lips. They would never know.
"Maybe I should take a chocolate chunk off the other one so they are both equal?" said Gemma to herself.
That evening...
Max had caught the branch line train from Thornton to Marsdon. Then he'd gotten his case from the Premier Inn and headed back to Marsdon station. From there he'd boarded the next train down to London. It was time to get back to business. He thought back to Gemma and Karen at the bank. Those two were hotties.
Logging onto Deviantart he wrote a personal message to Samster2:
"Took your advice and headed out to a place called Marsdon and then onto this little town called Thornton. This is what happened..."
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