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Chapter 1

 

Karine placed her right hand on the soft, thin cotton of her dress where it was pulled taught across her firm, round, distended tummy. She wanted to cry, not just because she was so stressed, but because she had a horrible bellyache that was making her shiver ever so slightly as she tried to cope with the pain. She looked down over her pert, separated breasts at her gut and didn’t recognise it as part of her own body. She had never felt so fat. In fact, she had never been so fat. The 2 week break at her parent’s summer home had absolutely destroyed what was left of her petite young figure.

 

Buying clothes for the summer had almost shattered her mentally, as she tried to cope with the idea that she was now a size 12. She was only 21 and all her adult life, ever since she was old enough to wear adult clothes even, she had never been more than a size 8. That was until just before Christmas last year when she had started to binge eat.

 

She had always gone for food in times of stress but since starting Uni, moving out and leaving her home in Brittany for a small backwards town in England, she had coped less and less well with the stress and turned more and more often to food.

 

When she was a tiny 8 stone size 8 her binges had been short and relatively harmless. For instance if she went for fast food like a burger, she would only have one meal and maybe a dessert or if she had a pizza there would be leftover slices. She would be forced to stop because she hit a wall, so full she couldn’t bear to put another piece of food into her mouth. Then she would lie around feeling sorry for herself until she just felt better and got on with life. Since she had moved to England though the food had gotten worse and the portions had gotten bigger. Now there was no leftover pizza, it was more like some leftover crusts and she’d finish off a whole garlic bread and some chicken wings too.

 

Now here she was, cradling a belly that struggled to contain a Burger King whopper meal with a large coke, onion rings, 5 chocolate filled donuts, a chocolate croissant, a bottle of milkshake, a magnum ice cream and the huge whipped cream topped iced latte that had filled the litre cup in her left hand only a few minutes ago. She stared forward blankly at the random people buying tickets at the automated train station kiosks and tried in vain not to think about the crippling pain that made her want to double over and the number of calories that were at that moment assaulting her waistline and making this barely wearable size 12 dress even smaller for her.

 

“When are you due?”

 

What? . . . Due . . .

 

She looked to her right; on the bench next to her was a lady with a small baby sleeping quietly in a carrier.

 

“Sorry, what?” She asked her, not entirely sure she had heard her correctly.

 

“When are you due? You look well along now.” She smiled at her.

 

The lady was serious. She actually thought Karine was pregnant. Karine’s heart raced at the embarrassment and she felt her cheeks flush red. She didn’t know what to say.

 

“Umm . . . I don’t know.” Her thick French accent showing through clearly this time she spoke.

 

“You don’t know?” The lady was taken aback slightly. “You should really see your doctor, they’ll set you up with a scan, they’ll let you know.” She was trying to be polite and helpful but Karine just felt horrible. “May I?” She asked, reaching her hand out slightly into the gap between them.

 

Oh god. Oh . . . god. For fuck’s sake . . .

 

“Uh, sure . . .” Karine said without thinking, totally regretting it the moment she said it.

 

The lady placed her hand gently on Karine’s tummy. It was firm at the top, stomach solid and exceptionally bloated, less so further down where last night’s seafood buffet was swelling her guts, but the rest of it was just pure flab.

 

“Hmm,” she said, confused, “I can’t really feel anything.”

 

Karine’s stomach growled as air moved around and she let out an uncontrollable belch before she even had time to cover her mouth properly. She felt the thick, rich cream rushing up her oesophagus as it tried to escape, giving her a sore throat and even worse heartburn.

 

“Oh my, I’m so sorry!” Karine said, her hands on her face in shock and embarrassment.

 

The lady let out a giggle. “I’m sorry that was probably my fault.” Her hand grasped at Karine’s fresh new flab as her fingers pushed in gently. She then rubbed it gently and let go. “I have to go anyway, my train is here. Wish you the best of luck, really, enjoy those while you can.” She pointed at Karine’s empty cup, the straw still covered in cream.

 

Karine said goodbye as the lady got up, extended the handle on her suitcase and lifted the carrier, making soothing noises to her baby as she walked away and giving Karine one last smile.

 

How the fuck do I look pregnant?! She thought to herself, looking down at her round gut. The coffee was going to be the end of the binge, but she was so distraught that she reached into her handbag and took out a sharing bag of Malteasers and began to eat, forcing them down against her body’s better judgement.

 

She kept looking down at the monstrosity that was her belly. Thinking how it hadn’t looked quite so big the last time she’d passed through this station 2 weeks ago. She’d spent the time with her sister, Marie, pretty much eating every moment of the day. Marie wore off her food pretty quickly though, she was a runner, she did kickboxing twice a week and she often went to the gym. Karine did none of those things, despite her sister and mother telling her off for it and blaming that inactivity for her paunch and her thighs rubbing together. Not only that, Karine just ate more in general. It took so much to fill her up these days that eating out was becoming embarrassing. The buffet they had gone to the night before was fine, plenty of average looking platefuls, nobody was counting, but when she was in the steakhouse for instance, ordering a rack of ribs and 14oz steak with bottomless fries and she was putting away food that looked bigger than her, or when they had a roast and instead of a half chicken, she was having a whole, she just felt like a grossly fat spectacle.

 

Her sister usually scorned her for bad eating, but as it was a holiday she had said nothing, even when Karine had refused to swim after discovering that her new bikini was too tight and was being swallowed by her ass crack.

 

Still, she was going home now, and wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and watch a sad and romantic film while she thought about her dead lovelife. That always cheered her up.

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Chapter 2

 

Karine’s laboured panting as she waddled up the porch steps as well as her sigh as she dropped her shoulder bag onto the top step was the first thing Rosie heard. She put down her bowl of pasta and got up to help Karine in with her bags. She opened the door just as Karine held her key up to the keyhole. Karine smiled, panting like a dog, sweat all over her face and her hair messy and stuck to her forehead and cheeks. The smell of sweat was overpowering, Karine usually didn’t sweat much but it was hot out and her bags were heavy, so Rosie could excuse her friend’s momentary grossness.

 

“Babe! So glad you’re back!” Rosie leaned over Karine’s suitcase and hugged her tight. “Jesus . . .” She pushed back, held Karine’s shoulders and looked down, “your boobs have gotten huge!”

 

“Um, yeah, hi to you too.” Karine said, they both laughed.

 

Rosie helped Karine in and they both flopped onto the sofa, Karine’s breathing heavy and difficult. As they chatted about her holiday Karine had to keep pulling her top back down as her enlarged torso was making it ride up. Rosie got her a bowl of pasta too since there was plenty left over, with some garlic bread.

 

Karine told her all about how her holiday had been just indulgence after indulgence. When she’d finished eating her bowl of pasta she lifted her shirt to expose her rounded tummy.

 

“My boobs aren’t the only part of me that’s grown.” She said, squishing the sides of her fat making it appear even bigger.

 

“Shit Kay, we need to get you on the scales.”

 

They went up to the bathroom, Karine panting again. She took off her shoes and stood on the electronic scale. She peered over at the dial as it lit up and displayed ‘wait’.

 

“What were you before you left?” Rosie asked her.

 

“I don’t know.” Karine tried to think. “I was 8 stone 1 last time I got on here.”

 

“Oh my . . .” Rosie said, looking at the readout.

 

Karine gasped. “Oh fuuuuck!” 12 stone 5 pounds. “I neeed to go on a diet!”

 

“I would say so, yeah.” Rosie said as Karine stepped off and sat down in the wicker chair in the corner of the room.

 

“That’s it, I start tomorrow, no more junk food!”

 

“Tomorrow is Clem’s birthday, we are going to the Mexican place.” Rosie pointed out.

 

“Oh, well maybe I should start on Monday.”

 

“Yeah but Tuesday we were going to go to that Italian by the cinema.”

 

Karine sighed. “What else are we doing next week?”

 

“Umm, we have drinks and dinner out on Wednesday and Friday with Sarah, and then this weekend we were all going to the west end, so that’s probably not going to do your diet any good either.”

 

“Ok, ok . . .” Karine thought, “The week after, please tell me we don’t have any more plans.”

 

“No that’s the start of term we didn’t make any plans.”

 

“Ok, I am going to join the Slimming World and lose 4 stone by Christmas!”

 

“Sounds like a plan.” Rosie said pointing at Karine’s flab and giggling.

 

Karine’s belly rumbled. “Is there any more pasta?”

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Chapter 3

 

Karine’s gluttony got the better of her for the next week. She drank her recommended weekly allowance every other day and ate to her heart’s content, safe in the knowledge that once the term started she would be reined in by a stern telling off at her weigh in. It would be embarrassing, certainly, but she needed a kick to keep her from becoming a real fatty. She had binged at every opportunity, at home, restaurants, fast food places, while on the train or the bus, every moment of every day she was either full to bursting or stuffing her face. Or both.

 

The reckless abandon she showed her waistline rubbed off on Rosie. As they shopped together Karine would need creamy iced coffees, thick milkshakes, bottles of soda, muffins, cakes, donuts . . . Rosie ate them all with her, not as much, but almost every time Karine ate, so did Rosie. Every time they ate out Rosie was just as reckless, ordering the most fattening treats she could, having 3 or 4 courses just because Karine did the same.

 

The first day of term and Karine had headed in just to collect her timetables, find her new classes and do all the usual first day stuff. There were no lectures, tests or anything serious, just a few informal meetings and being told what they would accomplish in the year. She was done by 12 and starving hungry so she headed for town before she went home.

 

She’d been shopping since getting back to England, finding that she was now more comfortable in a 14-16 and that her breasts had swollen from a 30B to a 34C. It was no wonder her bras had been so uncomfortable on the way home. However despite this even some of her new clothes, baggy ones included because she’d mostly gone for baggy tops, were beginning to show her expanding curves.

 

She was wearing a pair of size 14 dark purple leggings that were up over her paunch, a La Senza lingerie purple and black push up bra (because she figured she may as well enjoy bigger boobs while she had them), some wicker sandals and a billowy white t-shirt that covered up her shame by hanging down from her boobs, thus rarely exposing the bulge underneath. Her double chin gave away her recent weight gain to anyone who knew her though, and the few spots on her face gave away her poor and greasy diet. And while the t-shirt was loose it was partially opaque, giving an impression of her figure to anyone who cared to look hard enough.

 

She stopped in the high street and looked around. So many choices. She could have gone into the Wetherspoons for a roast, had a Chinese buffet, stopped into the café for whatever they had on special or just go to one of the usual places like Burger King, KFC or Greggs. Her tummy rumbled and she decided her first port of call had to be Starbucks for a creamy iced coffee. As she drank it, the thick cold liquid quenching her thirst and sating her body’s craving for fat and sugar, she sat on the outside seating and looked up at the bright sky with her sunglasses on and smiled. She’d had a wonderful week and was feeling much better about life in general. Rosie had really perked her up and all the drinking out had really done her some good. She felt the waistband of her leggings slightly pinching her flab. She sunk her hand into her new fat and felt disgusted with herself. She hadn’t been binging this past week because of negative feelings, rather just because she could, she found herself eating as a means of enjoyment, a full belly gave her a comforting and calming effect which she enjoyed even as she was partying and knocking back pint after pint of cider. When she finished the coffee she belched gently under her breath, heaved herself to her feet and casually walked into Wetherspoons. She saw a free table number as she walked in, ordered 2 bottles of Magners with one pint glass and the half chicken roast, only with two half chickens. She had asked for it before and the bar maid even knew her face and didn’t have any problem putting her order through the till.

 

Karine took her drink and sat down at her table. It occurred to her that it was a little sad for her to be coming in alone, but she shrugged off the thought and began to drink as she scrolled through facebook on her phone. The meal came quickly, as usual. She dug in eagerly, her stomach rumbling with hunger, having had no solid food so far since a pack of 4 blueberry muffins that she’d eaten for breakfast. She moaned with pleasure as the delicious food slid easily down her throat, lubricated by excessive amounts of fat and gravy, filling her stomach with a portion of food that not long ago would have left her feeling sick, but now felt like an appetiser.

 

She was still hungry. Her plate was all but licked clean and her bottles were empty. She felt her belly under the table, it still felt soft and she barely felt like she had eaten at all. Fuck it, she thought, and decided she was going to get a KFC as well. The queue was long and only made her hunger for more by the time she got to the counter. She ordered a mega box meal with 4 pieces of chicken, fries and gravy, a popcorn chicken and a bbq wrap, washed down with an Oreo krushem and a large cola.

 

The downstairs seating was full and she had to take the stairs up to the next level. Her tray felt heavy, and as she started up the stairs she noticed how badly her legs ached and how her added weight was making it harder for her to walk up stairs. She was panting by the time she got to the top and glad to sit down and start on her meal. She felt ripples of pleasure as the first salty, gravy soaked French fry landed on her tongue. She had intended to eat slowly but soon found herself wolfing her meal down quickly and giving herself indigestion and heartburn. When it was all done she felt more than full, she felt bloated, slightly sick and very, very satisfied. She belched, groaned and squished the sides of her swollen tummy. She hiccupped and moaned as she stood up, clutching her stomach in with one hand because it was too full to suck in anymore. She waddled down the stairs, got outside and gasped for breath. She decided she should head home. As she wandered towards the bus stop she couldn’t help but have her eyes drawn to the window of Greggs. There were so many tasty treats. And they had a special offer on selection boxes. She berated herself for being too full to enjoy anything, but then took a moment and thought she might be able to sneak them home and eat them all alone in her room reading a book.

 

She stared at the cakes in the window, her full belly churning the two lunches and her mind mesmerised by the oral delights that tempted her from the window display. It was no good, she couldn’t resist. She went in.

 

She came out with a tray of 12 cream cakes, a variety of different kinds but each one around 500 calories and loaded with cream. She tried not to think about the fact that she had 6000 calories in her hands or most likely 3000 calories or more in her belly. She tried not to think about the sharp pains and the dull aches in her abdomen from her over indulgence. She tried not to think about the fat cells in her body swelling, her arteries narrowing, her blood pressure rising, her cholesterol skyrocketing, her waistline ballooning and her clothes tightening. She just thought about the taste, the feeling, the relief she was going to have when she’d eaten everything. It was all going to be fine.

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Chapter 4

 

Rosie unlocked the door and walked in to find Karine on her back sleeping on the sofa, wearing nothing but black leggings that were tucked under her gigantic belly and her bra which had clearly been unclipped at the back and yet still dug in at her sides. She was snoring and her belly and breasts rose up and down as she breathed heavily. Rosie saw 2 empty white wine bottles on the table and her empty box of treats with nothing remaining but some cream and flecks of pastry in the bottom of the cardboard tray. She shook her head. This was a girl who’s body she envied a few months ago, now she looked like she had aged 10 years and had a bunch of kids.

 

Putting away her shopping, skimmed milk, brown bread, spinach, low fat cream cheese, Rosie noticed how Karine had nothing in the kitchen at all. She’d been eating out every meal. She spotted a stack of Costa coffee cups next to the recycling bin, then noticed why they were beside it, stacks of crushed pizza boxes filled it, forcing the lid open. She had been there for at least a couple of pizza nights this week but.... still, how many had Karine been having all to herself?

 

Rosie looked down at her own body. She knew her belly was looking fuller and rounder lately and blamed Karine’s influence, all the nights out and some of the nights in had been shared ones. She decided that they were both going to have to just get it over with and go for a run. She marched over to Karine and shook her shoulders.

 

“Wakey wakey tubs!” She said as Karine’s swollen lady lumps wobbled about from the shaking.

 

Karine gasped, clutched her chest and let out a wheeze. “Uuuh what’s going on?!” She demanded, half sitting up.

 

The movement crushed her belly and caused her considerable pain, she flopped back down, belched and held her belly in both hands. She had chest pains, a tight, sharp stomach ache and she badly needed the toilet. Her head throbbed as her eyes tried to take in the light.

 

“We’re going for a run.” Rosie said bluntly. “Get dressed in something more appropriate. I’m going to get changed.” She skipped away up the stairs.

 

Karine sat up and felt her head spin. All that wine, what was she thinking? She must have napped all afternoon; the sun was starting to set. She still felt woozy and was probably too drunk to drive but she didn’t feel like she wasn’t going to be able to manage a little jog. She stood up and her bra straps fell down her arms but the cups stayed firmly in place, held in by the pinch between the heavy breasts and her bloated stomach. She waddled up the stairs using the hand rail for support and checked her wardrobe. Most of it was still size 8-10, she couldn’t find anything good to exercise in. She settled for pulling up her leggings, squeezing into a sports bra and putting on a purposely baggy size 16 top.

 

She looked at herself in her dress mirror, she had really ballooned. Thick, lumpy fat pressed together where once she’d been proud of her natural thigh gap. Her hips had taken the chance to widen, where once she was skinny with barely a figure, now she had huge flowing curves bulging out sideways, making her ass wider and rounder. The shape came back at her waist, she dreaded to think how many more inches it was now but it still came in enough that if she wanted to wear a dress it wouldn’t look too out of shape. Her breasts, which before were pert and petite, now sat heavily on her belly and poured out of the sides of her sports bra giving her little rolls at her armpits. She felt terrible about letting herself go so badly. Her mother would go crazy if she saw her this bad.

 

“Ready?” Rosie said from the doorway, a sports band holding back her hair and already jogging on the spot to warm up.

 

“I guess so.” Karine said as she tied her long blonde hair up into a ponytail.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

She followed Rosie down and out to the front garden. She noticed her thighs starting to chafe and felt a low, sick feeling in her belly where she knew she was running entirely on rich foods. Rosie passed her a bottle of water and she chugged down most of it, leaving Rosie with a bemused and annoyed look on her face. She snatched the bottle back and gestured for Karine to follow, then started a brisk jog down the hill.

 

Karine put all her strength into lifting her heavy legs and following behind. Rosie immediately began to put distance between them and Karine started panting almost as quickly. Her heart thudded hard in her chest and she gasped for air. What, the, fuck? Am I really so unfit, she thought. Her pot belly and chest bounced up and down with every half assed stride and before they were even a couple of bus length’s from the house Karine stopped with her hands on her knees and wheezed like an old asthmatic climbing a skyscraper. She couldn’t breathe fast enough, she was hyperventilating, she collapsed onto the kerb and felt her head spinning. Everything started to dim and her chest thumped loudly, it was becoming the only sound she could hear as the rest of the world started to muffle.

 

Rosie looked back to see her friend almost ready to die and had to do a double take . . . they’d been running for about 30 seconds. She ran back to her and sat down next to her, asking her what was going on. Karine’s mouth was bone dry and she struggled to talk, her face was red and her eyes were watering. She was utterly fucked. Rosie helped her to her feet and supported her back inside before flopping her big ass back down on the sofa she’d found her on a while ago.

 

“I can’t do it!” Was all Karine managed between laboured breaths.

 

She leaned back, sweating profusely, and spread her arms to her sides. It took her 10 minutes and 4 pints of water to calm down and go back to being a normal looking colour.

 

“What the fuck was that?” Rosie asked, genuinely concerned.

 

“I don’t know.” Karine said shamefully. “I just haven’t really done any exercise for a while and I think maybe I drank too much earlier.” She said. “The wine wasn’t all I’ve had today.”

 

“Right, well it’s Slimming World tomorrow and do you really want to go there feeling like you’ve made no effort yet?”

 

Karine sighed. “No I guess not.”

 

“Ok so how about we get down the gym later, you can do something a little easier than jogging.”

 

Karine smiled and gave her a thumbs up. They had a healthy chicken and potato dinner and waited until around 8 as it usually got quiet in the gym at that time and headed down there. Rosie made sure to keep it a gentle walk but Karine still seemed to be breathing heavily. They headed straight for the exercise bikes and Rosie set up Karine’s for a steady pace with low resistance. Karine was immediately sweating and suffering but Rosie saw it as a good thing since she was clearly way too out of shape.

 

A few minutes in, with her bike on high resistance and Rosie keeping it going fast, she was starting to sweat and feel her heart pumping. Her hands were on the sensors, she looked at the monitor, 125bpm, not bad, she thought. She peered over at Karine who was still casually pushing the pedals down and looked like she was ready to pass out. Sweat dripped off her face and where she leaned forward and made her top hang down her rounded belly was visible, stretching the fabric of her leggings. She looked to see the heart rate . . . 175bpm . . . holy shit!

 

After 10 minutes Karine had stopped several times to get her breath back and Rosie decided it was time to try something else. Something a little more intense now that they had both warmed up. They got onto a cross trainer each and Karine put hers on the lowest setting. Rosie got into a fast pace while Karine stared blankly at her readout and saw how long it took for each calorie burned to register. Jesus, she thought, it only registered one calorie every 20 second or so. By that logic she had to spend about 2 ½ hours on this thing just to burn off one of her creamy lattes she was fond of.

 

18 calories in and she felt her stomach stirring. Everything was suddenly spinning and she was feeling nauseas. She stopped and climbed down from the machine, she felt red hot and dizzy and stumbled over to the drinking fountain to have a few slurps of water. Then she knew she was going to throw up. She managed to hunch over the bin then heaved up a big, pressurised stream of vomit directly into the bin. Some people watched as she gagged and coughed and felt incredibly self conscious. Another heave and then she felt Rosie’s hand on her back, helping her get it all up. She was apologising, she figured she’d pushed Karine too hard but the truth was Karine’s belly was still too full and her body still too drunk to keep up with any amount of movement right now. Rosie rushed her out of the gym and hailed a taxi to take them both home.

 

They’d rest up tomorrow, the meeting wasn’t until 6.30 and Karine clearly needed some time to detox her body. Karine lay in bed watching friends for the rest of the evening. She sipped water and took a shower to cool herself down, but as soon as she heard Rosie’s bedroom door closed she picked up her phone and made a call.

 

“Dominos, how can I help?”

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Chapter 4

 

Rosie could literally hear Karine’s belly rumbling in the taxi. She knew it wasn’t hunger, Karine had spent pretty much the entire day snacking and lunch had only been a few hours ago. They’d each had a sizeable fry up at the pub, only Karine had wolfed down a dessert and a few pints of cider more than Rosie. They were meant to be taking it easy but as it was they were both turning up for their first meeting bloated and sleepy.

 

The taxi pulled up and the girls climbed out. The meeting place was a huge house just outside town. The woman who held the meetings just held them at home because her house had a large reception, a room to meet in which doubled as a cinema and in the summer the members enjoyed healthy barbeques on the lawn by the pool. They looked up at the house and started down the long path to the front door. Karine was breathing heavily by the time they knocked.

 

After a short wait, the door swung inwards. “Good evening, I’m Sophie.” Said a large lady, holding out her hand to shake.

 

She was probably in the region of a size 18 but at around 6 foot tall she towered over the two girls. Rosie and Karine introduced themselves and Sophie welcomed them indoors. They’d signed up online and she knew she only had two new members, their seats were already laid out for them in the meeting room, so they took a seat and waited. There were 6 other seats and in due time 6 overweight women filed in, greeted them and took a seat. The regulars all seemed a lot bigger than either of them and that felt reassuring. In time the group all took time to talk, share healthy eating tips and go over what they’d been eating. Being new, Karine and Rosie were the last asked to share.

 

They went up together and explained how they had put on a little weight over summer. They held back the exact details of how bad they had been eating but admitted it had been much too much over the past few weeks. The weigh in was the part they’d both been dreading and Rosie volunteered Karine to go first. They tried to keep a straight face as Karine stepped onto the scale in front of everyone.

 

The speaker blurted out: “12 stone and 13 pounds.”

 

Karine’s jaw dropped. She was up 8 pounds since her last shameful weigh in. Rosie was just as shocked, not to mention nervous when she was asked if she’d like to go next. It felt rude to say no after making Karine go on.

 

“11 stone and 2 pounds.”

 

Oh shit, Rosie thought, that was much more than she thought. Karine smiled at her knowingly.

 

While they sat in shame as all the other ladies weighed in, Karine noticed a well built man standing by the passage to the kitchen. He had a silver trolley loaded with tiers of cream cakes, iced buns, doughnuts and other delicious treats. Her mouth watered, the man was a hunk and the pastries would have gone down a treat. She fantasized for a moment about him bringing them over and hand feeding them to her, then realised she was staring, snapped out of it and came to her senses. Why would a weight loss meeting have cakes? Surely there was something happening afterwards, she thought.

 

At the end of the meeting Sophie encouraged everyone who could to stay and chat, she offered drinks and Karine noticed the trolley of delights was being wheeled into the meeting room by the muscular man she was now enamoured with. He smiled and the women started to help themselves to the pastries, thanking him.

 

“Oh, girls sorry I should have said, help yourselves.” Sophie said, gesturing to the pile. “I know it seems wrong but we own a bakery and these all just go to waste so this seems like the perfect place to unload some of the stuff we don’t sell.”

 

Karine didn’t hesitate and took a Belgian bun, thanking and staring at the large man.

 

Rosie was slightly more sceptical. “Um, yeah I wouldn’t have thought anyone would want to ruin their progress.”

 

“Oh no, one little cake isn’t going to hurt.” Sophie said. “Besides, if we don’t indulge a little then we will just find ourselves binging on junk food one day wondering where it all went wrong.”

 

Rosie shrugged. “I suppose so.” That comment made her think of Karine, stuffing pizzas into herself late at night. She took an éclair.

 

They stayed a while, Rosie had a couple of glasses of wine and Karine put away at least a bottle while laughing and chatting with Sophie. The man was Kevin, Sophie’s husband, and while they talked he had been placing pastry after pastry onto Karine’s plate. She’d noticed but decided this was pretty much the fantasy she’d had earlier so decided to roll with it. Before long most of the ladies had left and Sophie looked at her watch.

 

“Oh goodness, it’s gone 6. I should really be getting dinner.”

 

“Oh my, really?” Rosie said, standing. “We should head off.”

 

“Nonsense, stay a little longer and try this amazing pasta bake. It’s low fat cheese but you’d never guess. I’ll give you the recipe.”

 

“No we really should...” Karine began.

 

“Got something ready to cook at home have we?” Sophie asked.

 

“Um, well no.” Karine stuttered.

 

“So what was the plan? Another terrible takeaway pizza? That’s no way to live healthy now is it? Stay for something decent here, please, I’d love to have you as guests we have been having such fun.”

 

Rosie thought, she could go for some pasta. Karine’s belly roared, it needed something decent, she’d lost count of the pastries but there had been more than enough sugar. They agreed and Sophie led them to the dining room where they drank more wine and Kevin dished up their pasta. He placed an enormous steaming pile of cheesy tuna pasta bake in front of each of them. Sophie was right, she would never have guessed it was low fat cheese, judging by how it was clinging together like delicious, fatty mozzarella. Kevin placed a large plate of sliced garlic bread in the middle of the table then sat down with his own plate. The pasta was amazing, both girls gorged. The servings they had should have served two people each and Rosie was forced to stop eating after a while, a load of the pasta still on her plate.

 

“You going to eat that?” Karine asked, already taking the plate and pouring it onto hers.

 

Karine kept eating as the others, all full from their meals, chatted over more wine. With all the garlic bread gone and all her pasta inside her, Karine sighed and let out an accidental belch. She leaned back and was suddenly hit by how full she felt. Sharp pains ran up the sides of her belly and she could feel if she leaned forward again she was going to vomit. She held her hand over her mouth, embarrassed by the burp, and noticed they were all looking at her.

 

“Did you enjoy that, Karine?” Kevin asked her, smiling.

 

“Mmm.” She said, hand still over her mouth, worried she might suddenly spew. “Sorry, just ate a little too much I think.”

 

He nodded. “You know, Sophie used to have trouble controlling herself sometimes around food. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just wondered, do you often find you eat too much? Like you get carried away?”

 

She nodded, signs of exhaustion on her face. “If it’s this good I just want to eat it all.”

 

They all laughed.

 

“Well, the way Sophie dealt with her portion control was actually with my help. You see I practice hypnosis. It doesn’t work on everyone I admit, but when it does work it’s very helpful for people to overcome compulsive behaviours.”

 

“So you hypnotise people to stop eating as much?” Rosie asked.

 

“Not exactly, I can implant in a receptive person the idea that they are full and have had enough after just a few bites. It sort of acts like a gastric bypass only, of course, it’s cheap and reversible. Sophie could eat reasonable portions but not really indulge like she used to.”

 

“The weight literally melted off.” Sophie said. “I was 44 stone, now I’m just 18 stone. He saved my life, the doctor’s didn’t think I’d make it to my 40’s but here I am.”

 

“Wow, that’s so much to lose!” Rosie said, impressed. “Congratulations!”

 

Sophie smiled. “Thank you dear. It could really help you though Karine, if you would like to try there’s no harm in it.”

 

“Um, I don’t know.” Karine said, struggling to hold down another belch.

 

“Do it!” Rosie snapped. “You’re binge eating every day lately, you’ve got to take control.” She said, bluntly. “This could be the kick you need.”

 

She mulled it over as she finished the last glug from her glass of wine. “Ok, I’ll try it.”

 

Kevin cleared the table and informed Karine and Rosie that it was something they needed to do in a private, quiet room. Kevin helped Karine up and into his study. She sat down in a large, decadently comfy arm chair and almost drifted to sleep as Kevin set up his computer to begin. Sophie invited Rosie into the lounge where she cracked open another bottle of wine and then regaled her with tales of her super sized lifestyle.

 

Sophie had met Kevin about 15 years ago, she’d been coming up on 30 and was still single, so tried online dating. She soon found out about fat admirers, Kevin was definitely one of them, and his bakery business and fondness for curves on his women had seen her pile on deadly amounts of weight in their first few years together. Sophie had never been small, she was 25 stone when they met, but ballooning to 44 stone before the age of 35 was too much for her. She had high blood pressure, dangerous cholesterol and diabetes. Even with his desires, Kevin agreed that she needed to take control of her weight before it was too late, and he helped her slim down. Shortly after her health scares he’d started hosting Slimming World classes and now here they were.

 

Kevin had almost finished setting up the programs he wanted to use. He talked Karine through it but she was already drunk and not paying much attention to anything other than his huge beefy arms. His computer was connected to a large screen TV mounted on the wall in front of the chair she sat in and he’d started playing a video of shapes that looked like amoeba morphing and coalescing into groups and patterns on a white background. There was a faint buzz from the speakers but no other sounds.

 

“Ok Karine, what we are going to do first is to put you into a state of relaxation and trance. Then I will suggest things to your subconscious brain. You won’t remember what I have said exactly, but when you eat your subconscious will remind you of everything I’m going to implant in you. . . . Are you ready?”

 

Karine stared blankly at the screen and nodded.

 

“Ok then, just relax and let’s begin.”

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