chapter 7

On Friday evening he turned up at Jennifer's house with a little bag. He was expecting an exciting weekend!
She greeted him coolly and invited him in.
The first job was to get him weighed. Mike thought he must have put half a stone on, at least! To him, he was losing his muscle tone fast. He had eaten so much more rubbish in the last week to what he normally did too.
He was disappointed that he had only put on two pounds. The tape measure did not bring great news either. Half an inch around his middle was as much as a good poo!
Jennifer was not discouraged though. It was only his first week. His metabolism was probably still very high. That would soon slow down with him not taking enough exersise and eating more, but she knew other ways of disrupting it as well.
Regular meals would now be a thing of the past. He would not sit down to eat at noon just because it was lunchtime. Some days he would skip lunch altogether. Some days he would eat lunch at three o'clock in the afternoon. Some days he would eat at eleven. The key was to keep his brain guessing. His stomach would never know when it was going to receive food.
He would eat late at night, just before bed as often as he could. His body was slowing down ready for sleep. It would not have time to consume the calories contained in a big meal.
When he got used to all that, he could start having midnight feasts. He could deliberately wake himself up in the middle of the night just to eat, or he could stay up all night as if he was doing a night shift. His body would get mixed up between when it was supposed to be awake and when it was supposed to sleep. He would start to crave sweet things or foods high in carbohydrates. Simon had always put lots of weight on when he was on nights.
She gave him a slice of bread with melted beef dripping on it. He had never eaten it before. Somehow it tasted even better knowing it was pure melted fat on bread. He could feel the fat coating and congealing in his mouth before it slipped easily down his throat.
"You will have a slice of bread and dripping at least once a day" she told him.
He wanted more now!
She advised him not. The bread and dripping was just a starter for tonight's feast!

Next, came out a large dish of lasagne. Jennifer cut him two large slices and placed them on Mike's plate. She gave him a tablespoon to eat with instead of a fork because he could shovel more into his mouth quicker with a spoon.
Mike tucked in immediately. One slice of lasagne, after the bread and dripping left him feeling full and satisfied, but that was not enough. Two slices had him feeling stuffed full and bloated.
Jennifer allowed him to rest for an hour, then she presented the plate to him again with his third slice. "You have to push yourself as if you're in training at the gym," She explained. You need to push your stomach to it's limits to get it to grow and increase in it's capacity. You will not be able to gain significant amounts of weight fast if your stomach does not increase in size."
He groaned as he rubbed his expanded stretched belly. He felt huge, but it was not big enough to satisfy Jennifer.
She gave him a two hour rest this time, then he was given another slice of lasagne. A fifth and sixth slice followed two hours later.
Then there was a whole tub of ice cream.

He was then allowed to sleep the rest of the night, but he was woken early to eat a large fried breakfast... and a slice of bread and dripping.
The Saturday followed the same pattern as the Friday night. He was stuffed full, with Jennifer's encouragement, allowed to rest for one or two hours, enough for some of the food in his stomach be processed. Then he would be pushed to eat again until he was ready to burst.
Jennifer told him that soon it would get easier. Soon he would think of these meals as puny little snacks. In six months time she wanted him to be able to eat a whole tray of lasagne in one sitting. Mike thought that would be impossible! No one could eat that much! But he looked forward to trying!

On Sunday, Jennifer took him out to a restaurant to eat. He was still feeling the bloatedness from the day before. He felt so lethargic because he'd not been allowed to have a full night's sleep. He'd been woken up at four o'clock in the morning and forced to eat half a dozen deep fried doughnuts with lots of sugar.
His trouser waistband felt tighter, his shirt felt tighter as he sat down to a three course meal that would serve two.
By the time he left his shirt buttons were gaping, he could not fasten his trousers and he was ready for a lie down.
But Jennifer did not think he'd had enough to eat. As soon as they got to her house, she made him his bread and dripping and forced him to eat it even though he had a belly ache from being so full. She wiggled her breasts in front of him. That made it easier to comply. Indeed Jennifer thought that it was important to make a strong link between food and feeling stuffed with having his belly rubbed to ease the pressure and sex.
After a long rest that afternoon, she fed him the leftover lasagne and 2 large bowls of tiramisu.
When she fed him she whispered to him a lot. He could not reply because he was so busy chewing and swallowing, but it did not matter. What she said to him became a chant in his head, taunting him, encouraging him, stimulating him, hypnotising him, pushing him and brainwashing him all at the same time.
"I am going to make you so fat, my little piggy. You are going to be so fat and flabby that none of your clothes will fit. And you'll enjoy the horrified glaring of the people that stare as you struggle to walk. You will struggle to walk because you are so fat. You will have made yourself this fat. It's what you want to do. You want to be fat more than anything. You want to be extraordinarily fat, fatter than anyone you have ever seen. You will put your weight on fast because you can't wait to be fat. You will eat at every opportunity because you want to be fat. When you eat you will eat until you are stuffed full. You will eat until you are in pain and cannot eat any more. You will eat because you want to be fat. When you are given a choice of what to eat, you will choose the most fatty calorific foods. These foods will help to make you fat faster. If you are at home, you will make your food even more fatty and calorific by adding extra cream. Dairy produce is your friend. It will help you to get fat. Remember your bread and dripping every day. That is pure fat and will make you fatter. You are greedy. Greediness makes you fat. You are lazy. Laziness makes you fat. You will not go to the gym. You will always opt for the easiest route. You will never run when you can walk. You will never use the stairs when you can use a lift or an escalator. If you can drive where you want to be you will do that instead of walking. Lack of exersise will make you unfit and fat. You get a thrill out of being fat. You love the changes in your body. You love being fat. You love eating to get fat. You are going to make yourself fat, so extraordinarily fat...

Mike left later that night feeling so bloated, so stuffed full of fat and other calories that his belly stuck out and his belly skin was stretched and shiny. He decided to go straight to bed when he got in, even though it was only nine o'clock, but not before opening and consuming a chocolate bar. He justified it by telling himself. He was a growing boy, he had to keep his strength up.