Chapter 3 - Part 3

After she had finished closing out the register and cleaning up, Elena picked up the little bottle with John's name on it and wished she knew the right thing to do. With trepidation she decided - she would have to go to his house and confess. There was no other option. She packed up the weight loss and the weight gain drugs in a bag, and headed out to her car.

His house wasn't far, and she sat in the car building her courage for the conversation to come. Finally, she got out, went to the porch and rang the doorbell. She heard the slight groans and creaks of the floor as he made his way toward her. "Who is it?" came John's voice through the door.

"It's Elena, from the pharmacy? You asked for your prescription to be mailed, and your house was on the way home - no, wait." She trembled as she reminded herself of the reason she was there. "I have to talk to you about your medication. Can I come in?"

"Um, ok. I guess so." John sounded puzzled, but he opened the door.

She stared at the vision that filled the doorway. He had continued to put on weight, there was no question. His shirt was untucked, but one button was missing and the others threatened to follow any minute. She could see that his jeans were skin-tight and filled to bursting with his new poundage. The fly was wide open, though he tried to hide it behind the untucked shirt. He had a small smudge of chocolate on his rounded chin, and she was so overwhelmed with the urge to lick it off that she had to turn away.

When she looked back, she could she that he had mistaken her passionate staring for surprise and disgust. His face fell, and he turned toward the living room. "Come on in. I'm sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting anyone." She looked around for the first time to find pizza boxes, ice cream cartons, beer bottles and other evidence of an eating binge. Her knees were suddenly weak with desire for him, but she mentally slammed that door. How would he ever forgive her for what she had done?

He sat back heavily in a worn couch, and the springs underneath him squealed their complaint. Sitting, his belly was even more more prominent. It spilled out from under his shirt, round and solidly filling his lap. She had to force her eyes up to his face. Even knowing that she might never see him again after this, she couldn't allow herself the luxury of enjoying the sight of him.

"I have something to confess," she started, "and I don't know what you'll think of me when I'm done."

Concern filled John's eyes. "Whatever you've done, it can't be that bad. I think you're a wonderful person, and I'm sure I won't feel any differently when I've heard what you have to say."

His words woke the guilt that had been weighing on her, and she fought back tears. "The medication I've given you for the past two months is not what you think it is. I switched the Phentenol for a drug that would likely make you gain weight."

The astonishment on his face was clear, and she went on. "I thought you were the most attractive man I'd ever seen, and I couldn't bear the thought that you might have to suffer the horrible side effects of that medication." She stopped short at the half-truth, and forced herself to continue. "No! The whole truth is I couldn't bear to watch you waste away, to watch that incredibly sexy belly reduced in any way. I wanted you to be even bigger. I was so turned on by the thought of making you fatter and even more attractive that I did something I knew was wrong. I can't begin to make amends for giving you the wrong medication, but I knew that I had to tell you the truth."

If she thought he was astonished before, it was nothing compared to the stunned look on his face as she finished talking. He started to speak three or four different times, but stopped as though unable to find the words. The pain in her chest threatened to overwhelm her, and she had to fight to keep from running out the door and away from the silence.

Finally, he heaved himself to his feet. "You think this-" he waved his hand to indicate his rolls of fat and rounded belly "-this is sexy to you?"

"I have no words for how sexy you are to me. It makes me wish I could paint or sculpt, write poetry - I don't know! All I know is I haven't been able to think of anything else since the day I first saw you." Her eyes burned bright with desire.

He turned from her, thinking. "And you wanted me to *gain*weight, to get fatter?" His incredulous tone made her wince.

"I know it was wrong, but I couldn't stop thinking about how incredible you would look at 350, 400 pounds, or more!" She bit her tongue, wishing she hadn't mentioned the scale numbers.

John sat again on the couch, and the silence was killing her. It seemed like an eternity before he finally said, "I guess I have to face some truth too. I liked it."

He sighed and looked directly at her. "I liked stuffing myself constantly, I liked touching the new rolls of fat, I liked feeling my clothes get tighter. I liked seeing the numbers on the scale go up. But I didn't want to face what that might mean for my life, so I kept avoiding it. Hell, I asked for my prescription to mailed so that you wouldn't see me like this...

What you did was very, very wrong, and I'm so grateful that you did it."

The relief was a physical sensation, overwhelming and wonderful. Before she could stop herself, she had thrown her arms around him, burying herself in that soft warmth. He held her close to him, his face deep in her dark hair. When she finally pulled away slowly, she looked shyly into his eyes.

He took her hands firmly, and spoke. "Never, never lie to me again, and I promise to get as fat as you could possibly want. Is it a deal?"

Not trusting herself to speak, Elena nodded fiercely.