chapter 3

I had walked to a small park and I found a bench and sat on it. I let my mind roam, and searched Crystal out. It wasn't hard. As long as I know who I'm looking for, I'll find them. It was a Sunday, and Crystal had just finished working out. She had taken a shower at the gym and was getting dressed. I could see through her eyes, so I got to see the other girls in the dressing room. Some of them were hard bodies like Crystal. Some of them were chubby girls trying to lose some weight. I took a moment to admire them, toweling off their plump bodies, soft tummies, bulging hips, big butts, and flesh shaking. I was beginning to regret staying out of people's minds all this time.

Crystal finished dressing, left the gym and got in her car. It was lunchtime. I read her thoughts. She was going to the organic salad stand. No, not anymore, Crystal. She was going to embark on a whole new lifestyle. I took over her driving, without her realizing it. I took her past the salad stand and on to Fill 'Er Up café. I parked her car and walked her in. I could feel her confused thoughts. This wasn't where she meant to go. This wasn't a place she would ever go. She told herself that she had to turn around, and right now.

No, I wasn't going to let her turn around. I made her sit down. The waitress, a beautifully rotund lady, brought her a menu and asked her what she'd like to drink. I made her order a coke. Not a diet coke, hell no. And there's unlimited refills, right? When the waitress brought the coke, I made Crystal order a chicken fried steak, fried okra and French fries. I could feel Crystal screaming inside, "No, no, no! I don't eat fried anything! This will be more calories than I eat in a week!" The waitress brought the platter, and it was all I had hoped for. The meat covered half of the plate, and it was a big plate. The fries covered the other half. The fried okra was in a bowl on the side. I felt Crystal screaming again, "I can't eat all of this! This is terrible!" I ignored her and made her eat. And eat. Steak, covered in white country gravy, greasy fries, and fried okra. I could taste it with her, and it was delicious. Crystal was having a terrible conflict within herself. Part of her was repulsed with each bite, knowing that it was high calorie, high carbohydrate, fattening food. There was another part of her that was reveling in the flavors that she had denied herself for so long.

It didn't take long for her to feel full. I made her lean back and belch. That relieved some pressure. Then I made her eat some more. I was tempted to make her eat so much that she'd throw up. That would be sweet revenge. But I wanted her to get fat, not throw up all those fattening calories. So when I could tell that she' truly reached her gag limit, I let her put down the fork. The waitress came by, "My, I guess you were hungry! That's a lot of food for such a little girl. You want a to go box?" Crystal wanted to say no. Instead, I made her say, "Yes, thank you. And you know, I saw coconut cream pie on the dessert menu. Would you add that to the box?"

I made her pay, and I made her take the box with her, even though she tried to leave it behind. She was so full she was staggering. I let her drive herself home, although I stayed in her mind to make sure she didn't throw the box out the window. There were hundreds of calories in that box that eventually were going in her belly. When she got home she staggered in, carrying the box, nice try on leaving it behind Crystal, but I made her reach back and take it. As she walked in, one of her roommates was there, but she was engrossed in something on her laptop. I didn't care about what she did. I made Crystal put the to go box in the refrigerator, I wasn't going to see it spoil. Crystal made her way to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Fine by me. Let all those calories go to work and create a brand new layer of fat.

I walked back to our apartment while Crystal slept off the first of what was going to be many episodes of gluttony. Danny had taken a shower and seemed to feel more or less human again. He was playing a video game, so I grabbed my laptop and finished a homework assignment that was coming due. I also ate some of the leftover pizza from the night before. All the while, I kept a part of my mind monitoring Crystal. I wanted to be ready when she woke up.

A little after 3PM she came awake. I half listened to her thoughts, mostly about how confused and surprised she was by her binge at lunch. That amused me. She hadn't seen anything yet. She got up, still feeling bloated from lunch. She went to the refrigerator and started to reach for an energy drink. I redirected her hand to the box of leftovers. She was screaming inside, "what the hell am I doing???!!! I don't want that!!!!" I made her grab a fork, bring the box over to the table, open it, and start eating the coconut cream pie. I was pleased to see that they had given her a very generous slice. Internally, she was protesting every bite. But she didn't have control. I did.
Once again, Crystal was awash in conflict. The flavor of the pie was sparking feelings bordering on ecstasy. The other part of her was screaming to stop eating all those sugary calories. But she couldn't stop. Not while I was in control.

One of her roommates can over and gaped at Crystal and her pie. A quick search of Crystal's memory told me that this was Heather. She was another hot bodied girl, with a constant disapproving look on her face. "Gawd, Crystal! Since when did you start eating pie in the middle of the afternoon? And what's the rest of that stuff in the box? Is that chicken fried steak? Ewwww! You're going to get fat eating that crap!"

I let Crystal answer for herself. "I can't stop myself, Heather! I don't know what's wrong with me today! You know I never eat this kind of crap. But something weird came over me today."

"Well you better get over it Crystal. You know we don't put up with fatties." With that, Heather turned up her nose and marched away. Hmmm, I thought. Heather just might be a future project for me.

Crystal finished her pie and I let her put the rest of the leftovers away. She then had a thought that she ought to go for a run to work off all those extra calories. I couldn't have that. As she turned to go change into running clothes, I turned her the other way. I made her pick up her purse, get in her car and drive to the grocery store. I made her buy a gallon of ice cream. Searching memory, I found that her favorite was Rocky Road. Rocky Road it is. Plus, I made her buy chocolate syrup, candy sprinkles, and whipped cream topping. And a couple of bags of potato chips. She resisted me all the way, but there was no chance.

She drove home and I made sure she put the goodies away. I had thought about making her buy bags and bags of sweets, but her roommates might throw it all out. I can control one person, but not three, not at the same time. The ice cream and all the extras would be enough for now.

Crystal's memory told me that she had a homework project to do. Fine, I would let her do that. Except that while she worked, she had an open bag of potato chips, which she snacked on for the next couple of hours. Her other roommate, who I identified as Morgan, looked strangely at the unheard of sight of Crystal eating potato chips. She didn't say anything, but I did, through Crystal's eyes, see the two of them whispering.

After her homework was done, it was time for dinner. Which meant microwaving the leftovers from lunch. All the snacking had filled Crystal up pretty well. But not well enough. She ate all of the leftover steak, fries and okra. Then I guided her back into the kitchen to get a bowl and fill it with three big scoops of Rocky Road. Plus sprinkles, chocolate syrup and a generous topping of whipped cream. I put her on the couch, let her turn on whatever she wanted, and made her eat every beautiful, calorie laden bite.