chapter 4

Britt's plan for Kelly was simplicity itself. Even though it was only the middle of December, it was Christmas!! For the next two weeks or so, Britt was going to spend every waking minute in the kitchen making delicious and delectable culinary treats for her one and only "guest". She knew that Kelly had gotten into the habit of snacking and now Britt was bound and determined to present as many taste treats to her as she could possibly put together. There would be no low calorie anything. The cookies would be made with real butter. Every meal would be fried in lard or bacon fat. Britt would find some way to stuff as many calories into everything that came out of her kitchen and into Kelly's sure to be expanding belly!

Things started innocently enough. Britt announced she would bake a nice loaf of bread. What could be more innocuous than that? Of course, she added about a half stick of butter to her usual recipe and greased the bread pan with lard, but apart from that it was just a loaf of bread.

Just a loaf of bread? Who could resist the aroma of fresh bread baking in the oven? There was something positively enticing about a nice, warm loaf of rich, home-made bread, especially if it was slathered with a large quantity of butter and perhaps a dollop of jam or three. Almost from the moment the bread left the oven, Kelly was drooling maniacally at the prospect of sinking her teeth into that warm, inviting loaf. It came out of the oven at ten in the morning, by a quarter to eleven, it was gone. Which was just as well because then it was time for lunch.

Ah lunch! Macaroni and cheese, with five different kinds of cheese and a half pound of bacon crumbled in. Add to that a nice big salad and some home baked dinner rolls and you had a lunch fit for a queen, especially an ever fattening queen at that!

And so it went for two whole weeks. Britt rolled out every kind of culinary weapon at her disposal and laid them at the feet of her great, good friend Kelly. The beauty of it all was that Kelly had become so oblivious about what was happening to her as a result of this constant Yuletide feast that she hardly noticed all the weight she was putting on. After all, they were two girls on vacation. No need to dress fancy. Who would see them? Who indeed! So when Britt convinced Kelly to loll around the house in a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt, Kelly went right along with it. By Christmas Day Kelly had put on an additional sixteen pounds.

Now you would have thought that Kelly, oblivious as she was, would have noticed that her sweat pants and shirts were getting progressively tighter. And she might have. Had it not been for the fact that Britt surreptitiously replaced Kelly's old sweats and shirts for something a bit more, shall we say, COMFORTABLE?

Christmas Day may have been the piece de resistance for Britt's Operation Overeat 3.0. She prepared a seven course turkey dinner, the centerpiece of which was a succulent fifteen pound hen turkey with all the fixings. The two girls laughed and talked, finishing two bottles of cold champagne in the process. Naturally enough, Kelly was more than a bit tipsy, and in her slightly dizzy stupor hardly noticed that Britt kept filling her plate with more and more food. And by this time Kelly's belly had stretched so much due to her almost constant eating that she hardly noticed that the next day there were NO turkey leftovers.

On New Year's Eve, as the two girls prepared to depart for home for a brief visit, Britt noticed Kelly waddling into the shower. She was stark naked so Britt could easily assess the damage she had done to Kelly's once slim trim figure. While you couldn't exactly call Kelly fat, you wouldn't be exaggerating one bit to call her decidedly chunky. Her belly had gotten so big and round you'd have thought she was in the middle of her third trimester. Her boobs had sagged markedly and now rested comfortably on her enlarged belly. And her ass, twin moon of fat, covered as they were with the unmistakable signs of rampant cellulite. Britt estimated that in the short period of time of her challenge to Kelly, the one-time control freak must have gained something over fifty pounds. More to the point, she had completely lost control of her appetite and had gotten so wrapped up in feeding her face constantly that she failed to appreciate just how much weight she had put on, and more importantly, had no concept about just how difficult it was going to be to TAKE all that fat off. In fact, at this point Britt was reasonably certain that not only would Kelly NOT lose any weight, she was convinced that by graduation Kelly would be well beyond chubby, having become a full-fledged fat girl. She could hardly wait to see what the next few months held in store for her not-so-thin and definitely not in-control roommate!