Chapter 3

Egress collapsed into the largest bed in the hotel suit she, Polygon, Bon Mot and Entré had been put up in, and immediately reached for the phone to call room service.

“Yeah... could you send up something to eat? Say, a whole chocolate cake? Or two. That’d be great. Thanks.”

“Careful, there, hot stuff,” Polygon warned- “it’s not our money your spending, remember?”

“You know I can’t resist room service at hotels:” Egress said, contentedly, “so I’m not even going to make the effort.”

“Fair enough.” At this point, Bon Mott wondered through from the small kitchenette area of the suit.

“They’ve actually stocked the fridge pretty well for a hotel,” he said.

“Great!” Egress announced, “I’ll have that, too!”

“Save me a pizza, if there’s one in there,” Entré interjected. “You’re not the only one with an appetite around here, Egress!”

A couple of minutes later, Egress was biting into a slice of chocolate cake of such obscene scale that she might as well have just picked up the whole confection and tried to fit it in her mouth. As she bit in, the chocolate filling oozed out and dripped onto her chin. She moved the slice away from her mouth long enough to recover most of it with one elegant finger, licking it off and savouring the sweetness of the taste, before taking another bite from the main slice, practically finishing it off. As soon as she’d swallowed and made room in her mouth, she lazily dropped the remainder of the slice of cake in, cutting what was left of the cake itself in half to make two massive pieces, the first of which she began to raise to her moist, anticipating lips even before she had finished gulping down.

By now, Bon Mot and Entré had disappeared off to the other bedroom, leaving Polygon to watch Egress eat, a faint smile playing over his thin features as the heavy woman he loved indulged a belly so extravagant that it took up both sides of the double bed on which she lay. As he watched, she finished off the remains of the first cake, sending crumbs and icing that she could not stuff into her mouth down her semi-naked body in a calorie-rich avalanche. Lying there in her bra and pants, she soon disposed of the second in similar, decadent fashion, before gathering up the excess of escaped food and sucking it from her fingers. This, still insufficient to sate her appetite, was immediately followed by continued overeating, this time of the rich, easily-cooked meals that had been in the suit fridge: chips and pizzas- her usual preferred dishes- disappearing down her throat with such slick ease as to make her watcher tremble, the oil and grease of these repasts staining the sheets, though only after trickling over her skin, moistening it and making it slick.

“For someone with such a huge appetite, you waste a lot of food,” observed Polygon, reclining next to Egress on what little of the bed she did not take up and running his hand along the curvature of her 450lb and gaining body.

“I know- I can’t help myself,” she shrugged. “Maybe I should have ordered a third chocolate cake.”

“Maybe... but I can think of something else we could be doing, aside from eating.”

Egress smiled and sucked in a deep breath, inflating her body in one go and causing her undergarments to snap off from her body, leaving her naked on the bed, lounging, cushioned as much by her own flesh as by the mattress.

“Okay,” she said. “But with my gut this stuffed, I can barely move. You’re going to have to do most of the work, here!”

***

Melonie was in the process of drafting out questions to ask her guests on the first episode of the new season.

“I really need somebody onto finding me some fat people prepared to go on the show,” she told her producer. “The earlier we start looking for people, the better.”

“Getting folks to talk about their weight can be tricky,” conceded Vineman. “It is probably best if we start looking now for the kind of person who doesn’t mind going on TV and talking about it.”

“That and it’s hard to write questions without having an idea of the kind of person I’ll be interviewing.”

“There’s no rush, there. I’ll put some ads out offering to pay anyone who’s willing to appear on the show.”

“Thanks,” Melonie sighed, throwing the first draft into the bin in dissatisfaction. “I could use an idea as early as possible so I can work out what angle I should approach the subject from.”

***

Egress and Polygon lay, panting, sprawled across one another.

“I don’t know why you’re out of breath,” Polygon smiled at Egress, “You put in fuck all effort.”

Egress laughed, recognising Polygon’s dry humour for what it was. “I told you I was too stuffed to move,” she told him, patting her belly. “Although, that really builds up an appetite. You want anything from room service while I order down for some more stuff?”

“I could use a cup of coffee,” Polygon admitted, as Egress heaved her overburdened body round to grab the telephone and dial for room service.”

“No problem,” Egress said, then, into the phone, “Yeah, it’s me again! Be a love and send up a few meals- I’m thinking lasagne, maybe a few stir fries, a selection of curries, pizza and chips (obviously)... Oh, and a pot of coffee. Thanks!” She settled back down on the bed and began to absent-mindedly massage her stomach with one hand.

“You’re going totally overboard- you know that, right?” Polygon asked, kissing her.

“Yeah- but you fucking love it!” Egress teased, pulling him against her soft bulk.

“We’re going to need to find a way to get some money while me and Bon Mot set ourselves up over here- I mean, since you’re appetite is making such a dent in our accounts. There’s a lot of stuff to get sorted before we can get the magazine we work on to start sending money to our accounts in America. They’ll want proof that it’s really still us with the accounts and that we’ve moved and it’s not just some kind of con.”

“You’re not complaining, are you?” Egress looked worried.

“About you eating? Good grief, no! You know how sexy I find your love of food. What I am doing is quietly panicking.”

“Doesn’t Bon Mot get money from the tenant in that flat he owns back in England.”

“I’m sure he would, if the place had a tenant at the moment. The place is standing empty, for the time being.”

“Shit,” said Egress. A knock came at the door. “That’ll be room service. Let’s worry about this later.”