Chapter 4 - 4

He must think I'm such a greedy fat pig! she thought to herself blushing, but at the same time she curiously felt herself become excited as she thought this. She knew he was too polite to say anything, but she wondered what he thought about her weight behind those big hazel eyes of his. What if she started to get fat from all his cooking? She wondered how big she'd have to get before he said something, or how much fat it would take for him to be concerned enough to stop bringing her food. She felt herself tingle with devious delight for a moment and then promptly shook the thoughts from her head.

No! Just a few more days and I'll start exercising, she reassured herself.

But Ally's greedy gluttonous ways did not end after a few days at all. Oh no the little greedy glutton ate, and ate, and ate, filling herself up on junk food more and more with every day that passed. Noah's strangely addictive sweets made her appetite feel almost completely insatiable. Some days she would find herself snacking constantly from breakfast till dinner without even realising it. As the next week slipped by she began to, well... grow. It was only gradual at first, but her body was definitely gaining weight, and the rate at which she was packing on those unsightly pounds seemed to be increasing with every day that passed.

Ally simply couldn't help herself. It just felt so good to spend the day getting nice and high and laze about leisurely in her pyjamas as they got slowly tighter and tighter. She knew she'd put on a little more weight but was in complete denial about how really much it was. Never before had she found food so addictive. Binging had become a new kind of euphoric experience. Every time she went more than half an hour without eating something substantial a strange unsettling hunger would wash over her. On occasion Ally was certain she could hear a voice whispering to her. She put it down to indulging in just a few too many space cakes.

...hungry... it would say softly at first, but the longer she went without food the more she could hear it saying, ... hungry ... mmm sweet delicious food ... hungry, Hungry, HUNGRY! HUNGRY!! until Ally would cave in and find herself madly cramming her mouth full of cake and donuts and whatever else Noah had brought her for the day. A repeating cycle of binging and sleeping, and getting high kept her from worrying about her expanding body, the fact that her pyjama bottoms had gotten skin tight and were now completely stretched out to contain her rather large round rear. And without her boyfriend around to make her worry and keep her weight in check she just continued to eat and eat, and grow and grow, relishing every gluttonous moment.

Noah wasn't fairing much better. Sleep deprived, he hadn't opened the shop for days spending all his time making treats for his now extra-chubby neighbour. He was as addicted to making food for her as she was to eating. What is wrong with me? Why can't I stop thinking about her? The way she blushes as she eats in front of me.

Every time Noah tried to do something other than cook for Ally his mind would be consumed by a strange compelling voice. It started out as a whisper but day by day it grew louder and more forceful.

...she's hungry... it would say ... feed her ... you need to bring her more food ... don't you like watching your little hungry hippo grow nice and fat? ... don't make her starve! ... she's soooo hungry! ... such a ridiculously greedy glutton ... she needs FOOD!... NOW!

And so he would find himself slaving away, putting his best effort into making the most delicious tasting treats he could possibly create. He knew it wasn't healthy for either of them, but he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed watching the incredibly beautiful girl next door pig out so shamelessly on all his creations. Knowing full well that every new ounce of extra chub on her body was because she couldn't resist his amazing baked confections made him feel strangely proud, and every compliment she gave him about his food filled him with joy. But now completely exhausted, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and then began loading more cakes and pies into boxes and began to trek towards her house. This bizarre desire to make sure she had plenty of food for the night was driving him onwards. He couldn't explain why but the thought of her going hungry even for one second was just too much to bear. It was the middle of the night but they were now both used to keeping very unusual hours and he wasn't surprised to see her light still on, and he could hear the smacking of her lips and small moans of gluttonous hedonistic pleasure before he even reached her door.

"It's open!" she called through a mouthful of cake upon hearing his footsteps.

He walked in to a familiar sight of empty boxes scattered around, and Ally sprawled out on the couch in her pyjamas gorging away. She sure was getting pudgy. He was sure she had to have weighed at least two hundred pounds by now! The couch creaked softly with every little movement she made.

"I sure am glad to see you cause I am EXTRA hungry tonight," she laughed offering him a smoke of her joint.

... I bet you are porky ... whispered the voice to both of them as Noah took a drag. Ally giggled as she rolled over unsteadily to sit up, the couch groaning a little.

"Ooh! Are those more donuts?!" her eyes lit up.

"Uh yes. They're still warm," he smiled bringing them over to her, a smile forming on his face as she earnestly reached her chubby hand out towards the box excitedly flexing her fingers before it was anywhere near within reach.

She took one and giggled with delight as she pushed it into her mouth and ate it in less than three bites.

" Oh god yes!" she laughed as she washed it down with a vanilla butterscotch milkshake and picked up another one.

Noah was captivated by this display. He stood there speechless as Ally proceeded to consume the entire box at break neck pace. How anyone could eat so much at once was beyond him. With the last bite she leant back on the couch,

"Thanks Noah, they were delicious..." she murmured sleepily before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

... Well those didn't last long! Come on you better get cracking! ...

The voice was so clear Noah actually looked behind him to see if there was someone there. But the door was closed and no one else in the room. Noah put it down to being sleep deprived. Ally began to murmur something in her sleep.

"Hungry..." Ally whined in a slightly irritable voice, "...but why can't I eat more? It's not fair! I'm so hungry! Please let me eat more!" and she rolled over and went back to snoring gently.

The compulsion Noah felt to satisfy that hunger was so overwhelming he found himself legging it back to the bakery and began switching on every piece of cooking equipment he had. Perspiration formed on his brow as ovens began to warm the room. Despite his exhaustion he began madly preparing ingredients. He rolled dough, beat eggs, stirred mixtures and his huge ice-cream machine churned away in the background. A huge cloud of flour hung in the air from his almost manic like movements. His mind was racing but the thoughts were circular and not leading anywhere.

... she needs more ... over and over was all he could think.

He spent the rest of the night loading up her living room with boxes and boxes of desserts while she slept. There was enough to feed a large family for a week but he kept making more and more desserts until finally he collapsed around dawn in an exhausted heap on his kitchen floor.