Fat Sharon: Nu-U Reality as a platinum blonde supersized nightclub singer!

Unending BE - episode 835967

Sharon tried again to get up, but her aged and inflated body was just to cumbersome...to...

The women kept her arms pinned, and Evelyn smiled at her, adjusting a trio of metal studs against her forehead. Sharon tried to scream, but couldn't. She tried to beg these strange women, but all she could do was pant and weap as Evelyn said...

"You're a big woman, aren't you Sharon? A great, big woman...and you came by it honestly. You're an eater, Sharon...and always have been."

Sharon wanted to argue with her...tell her that it wasn't her fault...but she knew it was true. At 440 lbs, what else could she say? She licked her lips and swallowed, thinking now that it had been over two hours since she'd been able to eat anything substantial. That was a record for her. She LOVED to eat, and wanted desperatly to be away from these evil women so she could find a Golden Corral and take advantage of their all-you-can-eat buffet.

"You're 45 years old, aren't you Sharon? 45 years old...and horny as fuck. You CRAVE the hands of men on your sagging tits and wobbling ass. To have them kiss your dimpled cheeks...fat cankles...your ponderous gut. But only young men will do, Sharon. Only if a man is at least 20 years younger than you can you get REALLY turned on. Nothing is sexier than when people mistake your boyfriend...for your son. Being 45 is AWESOME, Sharon. It's the best age ever...and with each passing year, it gets better. You LOVE growing older, Sharon..."

Sharon smirked at these boney, young bitches. Everything Evelyn was saying was gospel truth. She was 45 and frisky as heck, with couldn't wait for her 46th birthday. And of course...she loved hot, young studs like Jim.

"You're not a lawyer, Sharon..."

Sharon felt something dangerious nibbling at her brain, and she started to moan "N-no...don't...I'm a..."

"You...are an entertainer, Sharon. Imagine yourself at work. Not the drab and bland world of law...but the gaudy, colorful and exciting world of the nightclub. You're a singer, Sharon...a very good singer..."

She started to say that she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket...but a needle was slid into her voice box, and another into her temples. She moaned...and suddenly knew it was true.

"Sharon is a name that belongs on a marquee, in flashing lights for all to see. You're an entertainer, Sharon...you always have been. Your voice is rich, strong Contralto...perfectly suited to the music you love...which is always the music OF love. Torch songs live in your soul, Sharon...and always have. Give us a little demonstration of your talents, will you Sharon?"

Sharon was pissed at the woman, but an invitation to sing was her weakness. She cleared her throat, then smiled and began to sing "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion. Part of her insisted that she couldn't stand Celine Dion, but...that was crazy. It was this modern crap she couldn't stand. The girls may have been bitches, but they obviously knew talents when they heard it, and when asked for another she said "Okay, gals...lets see if you can remember this one." before she belted out "Can't Help Lovin' That Man of Mine" to Evelyns delight.

"You see, Sharon? Now, aren't you glad that you dropped ouy of the dumb old highschool and ran away to Las Vegas. You never even went back for your GED, because what a waste of time that would have been. What does a singer need of an education, Sharon? Nothing. You learned all you needed in Vegas, learning how to sing...and dress...and dance...and talk...and move that big body of yours. Your so fat that your act was always a joke at first, but once they heard you sing...you had them. You entertain, Sharon...period. It's your only talent."

"Now, let's get you made up, the way you always are...and send you out to the club. You sing at the Peacock Club, Sharon. You LOVE it's downscale patrons, and the aura of gaudy cheapness feels like home to you. You LOVE it, Sharon. Now, let's get you finished up..."

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Jim had recieved a phone call from someone at work, saying that Sharon would be waiting for him at the Peacock Club - a once grand nightclub in the downtown district that had recently been bought and renovated. He drove there...and was stunned to see a huge photo marquee of a gigantic woman, dressed in a clingy pink gown, pink opera gloves and fur wrap, dripping with gaudy jewelery. Her hair was sprayed and teased into a huge, cascading fountain of sculpted platinum, and her face - though older and thickly painted with makeup - was obviously the face of...

Below the image, in flashing cursive script..."Songbird Sharon".

He entered the front doors, and the bouncer said "Sharon's been waitin' fer youse, kid. Take a seat an' enjoy th' act."

She was on stage, a gargantuan woman in gaudy pink and flashing diamonds, looking like the worlds fattest Marilyn Monroe impersonator, belting out "Can' help lovin' dat man of mine" to a crowd. She smoked from a long, pink cigarette holder, and when she saw him, she winked and sauntered off the stage towards him, cumbersome thighs wobbling as she did.