chapter 4

I had great difficulty sleeping that night as several thoughts kept going round and round in my head; each pushing the last out and I was not able to get a grasp on any of them. One minute, I would be thinking about Paul's concerns. If he had not mentioned it, I would not have noticed, but there was definitely something different about Carolyn. Normally, I could keep a professional distance from my "companions" but in this case, I was finding it very difficult! This made me consider Carolyn and what it was about her that really called out to me, and this train of thought made me realise that when I saw her laid on the settee on the restaurant, rubbing her over-full belly and groaning with something between pleasure and pain, it caught my interest in a way like nothing ever before. I had no idea why I found that particular experience so thrilling. That led me back to thinking I was too emotionally involved and Paul's warning, which started the whole cycle again.

Normally, I wait a few months before moving my ladies on, but I really felt I needed to speed up in this case.

Firstly: none of the previous women had actually stayed in my house, and I thought this would only fuel the feelings I seemed to have for her.

Secondly: I was genuinely scared of losing Carolyn! I knew that these feelings were ridiculous; we had spent less than one day together! However, even if I were to fast track her delivery to my employer, it would take a few weeks to arrange it and I found myself getting excited at the prospect of spending this time with Carolyn.

Strangely, I also felt the need to replicate the feeding she had at the restaurant to see if I could get her to fill her stomach with even more. This was a new desire for me and I was totally bewildered by the strength of the feeling, but that didn't stop me getting out of bed and inflicting my insomnia on the kitchen staff; forcing them to get up and start cooking a large breakfast.

Carolyn came downstairs just before ten. Her make-up had been perfectly applied, and even though she was wearing a tee-shirt and jeans - what my mother would call "scruffs" - she still looked amazing. I was so excited to see her, but whether that was genuinely about her or in anticipation of the feast waiting for her in the dining room, I still don't know! Probably a bit of both.

I opened the door to the dining room and gave a slight bow as she walked through and stopped. The chef and his team had done an excellent job. There were gammon steaks, each topped with an egg and slice of pineapple, sausages, fried mushrooms, rounds of toast and a pile of croissants, both plain and chocolate. Carolyn looked at the table as I pulled out her seat and motioned for her to sit.

"Who else is coming for breakfast?" she asked.

"I didn't know what you liked," I replied, "so Chef made you a bit of everything. Just have whatever you want."

Carolyn took only one piece of gammon, one sausage and a small amount of the mushrooms, and I was so disappointed when it seemed to be all she would have. Again, I could not really understand the strength of this feeling. Also, it turned out that the disappointment was unnecessary! After finishing her first plate, Carolyn wasted no time in getting a second helping and this was much larger than the first.

As she ate, I noticed that she subtly unbuttoned her jeans, and this allowed her to confidently refill her plate. Most of the cooked food went in her third helping, and even though I could see in her face how full she was, she did not seem able to resist nibbling at the croissants as she leaned back on the chair.

From my position, I could see that there would be no way those jeans would refasten until her bloated belly digested the breakfast. I just wanted to rub it, but resisted the urge. Instead, I helped her through to the living room where she was able to lay on the settee. I told her to have a doze to help settle her stomach, but put the rest of the croissants on a small table next to her. As I left the room, I noticed she picked one up and took a small bite. She really did seem unable to resist food that was placed in front of her and I found that very exciting.

By early afternoon, Carolyn was ready to go into the city. I told her she needed her passport as I had organised a surprise for her and she clapped excitedly. As Paul drove the Bentley through London, Carolyn chatted incessantly about where she wanted to go, pausing only to sip champagne or inhale on her cigarette. There was no logic or structure to her conversation, but I heard Paris and Rome mentioned; she certainly wanted me to take her round Europe. At one point, she showed me her passport photograph with a plump face; much rounder than, but just as attractive as, her current appearance.

"This is when I was fat," she laughed. "In fact...." She rummaged through her handbag and took out a picture of herself when she was carrying more weight. "This is when I was at my biggest."

I looked at it and frowned. "That's not fat, that's just curvy!" I said, but it was clear that she had wider hips and a larger belly in the photograph. Carolyn smiled at me, obviously loving the attention and lifestyle of the last 24 hours, but the look of pleasure was replaced with confusion as Paul pulled up outside of a large terraced brick house in a wide avenue in central London.

"This is the embassy," I said. "We need to sort you a visa to a tropical island in the Pacific." Carolyn's eyes sparkled with joy. She clearly thought all her birthdays and Christmases had come at once! I pulled a sad face and added, "Unfortunately, you do need a medical. It's a private island, so before you are allowed to go they just want to make sure you are fit and well."

We walked into the embassy and Carolyn was led into a private room with a female doctor. I know that I should not have done it, and I felt really guilty about it, but it did not stop me going into the room next door and watching proceedings through the two way mirror.

The doctor initially had a conversation with Carolyn about her lifestyle in general, writing comments and ticking boxes on a large form on her desk, and then the exciting things started happening. The doctor asked Carolyn to undress and when she argued about whether it was necessary, the doctor put her at ease by showing her pictures of the island and explaining that it truly was paradise on earth, and they intended to keep it that way.

Reluctantly, Carolyn stripped down to her underwear, and the feelings I had for her since I first saw her were increased tenfold. This was the first time I saw the body which had been hinted at with that tight fitting dress the night before, and it really was amazing. I felt pure lust as gazed at her perfectly rounded bottom and her large but firm breasts, but my eyes were drawn to her stomach. It had a slight bulge and, strangely, I felt that I just wanted to bury my face in it.

The doctor picked up a set of callipers and started to pinch Carolyn all over her body, recording measurements of the fat on her stomach, back, arms and thighs. This made my heart beat so fast and I wanted to rush in there and feel it for myself. She then asked Carolyn to stand on a set of scales and recorded her weight, but I could not see the dial to take the reading for myself. I found that incredibly frustrating, but I cannot explain why! I had to leave not just the room, but the whole building for fresh air. Paul saw the look on my face and he knew straight away that something was wrong.

"I told you that you needed to be careful with this one," he said. "I noticed as soon as I saw you together that you were looking at her differently. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your distance!"

I nodded. "There is something else though," I whispered. "When I see her eat and even while I have just watched her getting measured by the doctor for her medical, I find it really exciting - and I don't know why!"

Paul just laughed at me. "It's because you have fallen hard," he said. "You don't care what Carolyn does; you are going to find a reason to like it." I was not convinced by his back room psychology and rolled my eyes. I was about to make a sarcastic reply when I noticed his whole manner change. Suddenly, he was no longer my old school friend, but Jenkins again. I turned and saw Carolyn coming out of the front door smiling and waving the certificate saying she was fit to travel. Immediately, she lit a cigarette and the doctor gave a theatrical tut, but grinned and winked at me as though this was some private joke between us - although I it were, I had not been included! I gave a small wave as I didn't know what else to do.

Jenkins opened the car door and helped Carolyn into the back seat, where I joined her.

"When do we fly out?" asked Carolyn grinning.

"It will take a couple of weeks to organise all of the connections," I replied, "so I hope you are happy to stay with me for a bit longer?"

Carolyn took the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and helped herself to a refill.

"Of course," she said, raising her glass to me. "And you can take me out for dinner again tonight. I liked the look of the restaurant we passed on the way here."