chapter 4

Every sex session with Madeleine was another opportunity to reinforce her message. Considering it was very early in their marriage, she had ample opportunity. By the end of the week, she had him drinking up to one and a half litres of Diet Coke a day. By the end of the month, he had made the switch to standard Coke and he was drinking copious amounts of the stuff and he didn't even seem to notice he was doing anything differently.
It appeared to have no affect on him at all. He was still fit. He still had a healthy diet.
However, Madeleine was in this for the long term. She wanted Tim to get used to the sweet fizziness. She wanted to adjust his tastebuds until he craved sweet things. She wanted the fizz to fill him up and stretch his tiny stomach, ready for what she had coming next.
In the next month, she added sugar to his coffee, just a little bit, then half a teaspoon, a full teaspoon, two teaspoons.
There was still no affect and Tim did not notice a thing.
She told him she was worried he was not drinking enough. She said she'd been reading that you should be drinking two litres a day to stay healthy, more if you exercised. She surmised he must lose a litre of fluid in sweat at the gym, so that was three litres and champagne contained alcohol, which made you dehydrated.
She got him to be drinking three litres if Coke and a litre of sweetened coffee a day.
She switched his low fat spread to butter, she switched his skimmed milk to semi-skimmed and then to whole milk. She switched his low fat vinaigrette to a salad dressing full of oil.
He did not notice any changes, apart from the fact his meals were starting to taste a bit better.
Madeleine noticed his slim fit shirts were just a tiny fit more fitted than they had been. They looked more stretched and wrinkled than they used to. The changes were barely perceptible, but they were there.
She encouraged him to slow down, go out less, workout slower, not rush about the office all day.
The buttons on his shirts began to gape.
She switched his slim fit shirts to a standard fitting.
She increased the size of his meals. Not by much, just one potato, or a half a spoonful of peas.
Still he did not notice.
She said she was worried about him not getting enough nutrition inside him. She would hate to see him go hungry. She encouraged him to snack in between meals. At first it was 'healthy' snacks such as muesli bars (full of glucose syrup), but these were replaced by chocolate.
She noticed his face was less drawn these days, his jaw less defined. No one would say he was fat, he was just less skinny than he had been.