chapter 4

ian returned to work that morning half dreading what was going to happen over lunch. No matter what, he was determined not to overeat. There was no way he was going to turn himself into a great big fat slob, like doctor Jason. Ugh! The thought repulsed him, yet he could not get out of his head his large overflowing belly and how it hung down. He could not help thinking what it would feel like if he touched it. He imagined it would be soft, but his touch would cause the rest of his belly flesh to ripple softly. What would the big man look like, uncontrained by clothing? it was a stretch for his imagination. He'd never seen anyone who was overweight and naked, let alone anyone as grossly morbidly obese and doctor Jason!
He forced himself to think of something else, he concentrated on getting his photocopying straight and making sure the staples in his copies went through every page.
Then he wondered how would he manage doing everyday things. With arms that big everything would be an effort. Did his wife help to wash and shave him every morning? How did he wipe his own arse?
Eventually he heard the consultation room door open and the big doctor manipulated his way out. Ian could not help but be fascinated with his gait. He had to walk with two sticks in a four beat motion. His right foot would step as far forward as his drooping belly would allow. He would start to put his weight on it. His belly swayed like a pendulum. He would have to steady himself with his left stick before dragging his left foot forward, which caused his pendulum belly to swing the other way and his would have to steady himself with his right stick before starting all over again.
Ian felt a surprising twitch in his groin as he watched the big man struggle. By the time he reached ian's desk he must have walked no more than twenty five metres, but he was already very breathless and covered in beads of sweat.
Ian was surprised at his body's own reaction to the man when he felt so repulsed by him. Repulsed, yet fascinated.
It took the big man a good twenty minutes to reach the front door of the office block despite using the lift and despite Ian holding open all the doors for him. He was a heart attack waiting to happen. Ian hoped he was not the one who had to dial 999.
His chauffeur helped him to get inside the limousine that was waiting outside. He would be too big to get through the opening of a standard car door. A four by four or a people carrier had bigger door openings, but they were higher off the ground.
As Ian watched, he tried to estimate how much he weighed. Twenty stone? No. He supposed a person that heavy would only have minor hindrances. Thirty stones then? ... or fourty stones? Bigger than that? Wow! His final guess put the big man somewhere between thirty five and fourty stones.
How could anyone get themselves this big? He asked himself. To get this size took a considerable effort. He imagined that constant full, heavy feeling that he got on Christmas Day. What would it be like to feel like that every day for years? Jason must have done that.
As much as Ian was curious, he was adamant he did not want to experience it for himself. No way! Absolutely not! No, no, no! He did not want to get fat... ever! He did not even want to get a little bit fat.
They arrived at the restaurant. Several staff were out on the pavement to greet them. They had a disabled scooter for Jason so that he did not have to work so hard at getting inside.
The staff all seemed to know the doctor really well. They were on first name terms with him. He introduced them to Ian. They said a mild mannered 'hello' but that was all as they escorted them into the building and to the back of the restaurant. Jason had his own table, behind a screen. His chair was especially reinforced. The table had a concave chunk taken out of it so that he could sit without his belly getting in the way too much.
Ian didn't even get to see the menu. There was just some strange mumbling between waiter and customer.
Then Ian had a large plate of mussels put in front of him. The mussels were open in their shells, having being cooked in white wine. They were served with lots of garlic butter. Ian could have done without that, but he supposed it could have been a whole lot worse. He ate the mussels delicately, appreciating their flavour. Then he gazed open mouthed at Jason's plate. All of his mussels had been cooked just as Ian's had, but they were placed on his plate without the shells. That enabled more of the seafood to be piled on his plate that was already twice the size of Ian's. Jason's unshelled mussels had much more buttery sauce on them than Ian's. Not for the taste, but simply for the extra fat and calories.
Jason did not consider his manners when he ate. He simply used a large tablespoon and shovelled the mussels in. He hardly had time to savour the taste when he pushed another spoonful into his mouth.
Watching the big man eat in this way for the first time was not a pleasant experience for Ian, but like everything else about Jason, ian was absolutely fascinated and could not stop staring as butter dripped from the mussels onto his chin and then onto his shirt, Jason made to attempt to mop them up. He simply shovelled more into his gaping maw. When the mussels had gone, he picked up the plate and tipped the liquid into his mouth. The excess spilled out the sides. When he put the plate down, Jason's chin and his shirt were covered in shiny grease. He made no apologies. He quickly rubbed his chin and looked around for a drink. He was ready for his second course now.
Ian's eyes opened wide in horror. He thought he'd just eaten the main meal. The mussels were just the starter! He'd already had enough. He was quite full now.
No one listened to him as his main meal was placed in front if him. The plate was bigger than the last. A thick beef steak with lots of roasted vegetables and an oily gravy. He picked up his knife and fork and started to plough his way through.
Jason's plate was twice the size. His meat had been pre cut into bite sized chunks, so that he could use the shovelling technique again.
Ian put his knife and fork down, utterly defeated by the delicious meal after only eating less than half if it, and he had struggled to get that down. Only minutes later, Jason finished his giant plate, then picked up the gravy boat and drank the extra sauce as if it was from a glass. He reached for his second pint of Coke. He was ready for dessert. He didn't need a ten minute rest. He wanted it NOW!
Dessert was a thick apple crumble with custard. Jason had his served with extra whipped cream as well.
Ian ate one token mouthful of it. It was delicious, but he was completely defeated. He was so full! He watched in awe as Jason consumed him crumble in record quick time, drank his third pint if Coke and asked for more. He got through seconds, Thirds and even fourths before he was finally satisfied.
Ian was in awe of the man, but he couldn't eat like that.
Indeed, watching someone eat so much food, so fast gave him the incentive he needed to spend more time in the gym.

Over the next few weeks, Ian was the only employee of the psychology department to actually lose weight. He was ultra cautious about what he ate and visited the gym daily. He was becoming obsessed with fat, calories and exersise. He wanted to be as slim and fit as he could be, but he wanted to watch His fellow employees as they gorged themselves, lazed around and got bigger.