chapter 11

The next morning, I got up early, leaving Trevor snoring. I got a head start in the kitchen, preparing what I could before breakfast and I made him his first pre-breakfast snack.
It was a shake made with double cream, ice cream, melted chocolate, chocolate sauce and lots of sugar, laced with appetite stimulant, weight gain powder and vodka.
I'd added the vodka at the last minute, thinking that alcohol was all empty calories. It would also stimulate his appetite even more as well as cloud his judgement and keep him happy. It made sense to add alcohol to his growing list of addictions. I had no guilt giving it to him first thing in the morning. it didn't matter to me whether he was an alert drunk or a drowsy drunk. As long as he kept eating and taking in even more calories!
Once the shake was gone, I helped him up, helped him into the bathroom, washed him, dressed him, then helped him down the stairs.
He sat down in the living room and I put the telly on for him.
I placed another shake in his hand. It was my intention for the shakes to replace Coke as his drink of choice. Indeed he had no choice. He did as he was told, otherwise, I would go away and leave him completely helpless for a few hours. He would soon be begging to be allowed to do whatever i wanted him to do!
Breakfast was a large dinner plate filled with bacon, sausages, eggs, baked beans, black pudding, hash browns, tomatoes, fried bread and mushrooms. Everything was fried in lard. I expected him to eat every morsel without complaint. By the end of the week, he would be asking for more!
I'd cut everything up nice and small for him so that he could eat it all with his left hand. He made a right mess, dropping food from his fork onto his tee shirt left grease and ketchup stains down his front. As long as most of the food went into his mouth, I didn't mind how much mess he made, as long as the mess was on himself!
I had no intention of changing his clothing just because they had a few grease stains on them. I was getting him drunk. His coordination was not good with his left hand. He was bound to be covered in all kinds of stains by the end if the day. Indeed, i looked forward to seeing him with dribbles down his chin and on his tee shirt. Tomato and chocolate stains on his cheeks, lips and hands would be there too.
The fry up was followed by another shake and a large plate of hot buttered toast with jam.
Trevor's belly was a big round dome, in front of him. Yet, for me, it was not enough! I wanted it even bigger!

I let him rest for a few hours. Lunch was going to be an even bigger challenge!

Lunch started with a small shake and was quickly followed by a large portion of chips and a large burger in a bun... and some fried chicken, more chips and another shake.

There was no better place to take him for dinner but the all you can eat buffet. I gave him a pre-dinner snack of a large shake so that he was not too sober. I cleaned his face and helped him pull on a new tee shirt. He had to travel in a wheelchair because he couldn't use crutches. I didn't mind pushing him. Indeed the wheelchair ensures he did as little as possible as I fed him up!

The owner provided him with an extra large triple shot vodka and Coke as I loaded up Trevor's first plate. Trevor was such a good boy! He ate everything he was given. Of course I had to help him, but that did not matter.
His eyes were glazed with the vodka. He was so drunk his speech was unintelligible. I ignored him anyway and just kept feeding.
Six savoury plates and two sweet plates!
Trevor's belly was now hard and round, resting on his thighs. His tee shirt struggled to cover the immensity of it and rode up above it, showing off how magnificent it really was. His skin was taut and shiny, stretched to it's absolute limit.

I gave Trevor a respite the next day to allow his body to get rid of the excess alcohol.
He woke up with a bad hangover. He mumbled something about being left alone to die in peace. So I left him stew in bed until lunchtime.
He was ready to get up then, but he still looked a bit peaky.
Once he was washed and dressed in fresh clothes I helped him down the stairs. We were halfway to the living room when he said "I love you, Lesley"
It came as a bit if a surprise. I loved him too, but it wasn't something I though about when I was busy supporting my husband as he hobbled and hopped. "I love it when you take charge!"
I stopped and looked at him, incredulously.
"I have so much responsibility at work," he explained, "I want you to take charge when I'm at home."
I was not sure what he meant. I refused to discuss it any further until he was sitting down.
"I will do whatever you want me to," he said. "I enjoyed yesterday, but you don't have to get me drunk. I will do whatever you say. You have sole charge."
I wanted him to be sure of what he was saying. It could have been just the hangover talking.
"I enjoyed yesterday," he explained. "I want more days like that, but, I want to be sober. I want to be able to remember.
I smiled and laughed! Yes! I could do that! He was going to be so big and fat!
I left him for a minute to make him up a new shake. All the luscious ingredients from yesterday minus the alcohol. He was still a bit queasy from yesterday, so I was prepared to ease off on the food stuffing and the alcohol, it he was going to drink this gut busting formula not by the glass, but by the pint!