chapter 4

Crystal, in her gluttonous stupor, fell asleep on the couch with the empty bowl on the coffee table. She woke up with a start at 2AM. I felt her wake up, felt her momentary confusion of waking up on the couch instead of her bed. She knew that she never fell asleep on the couch. Just like she never ate the way she had today. She didn't know what had come over her, but she was determined to never let it happen again. When I read those thoughts, I knew just what to do. I had her pick up the empty bowl and take it to the kitchen. She was thinking to herself that she was just being neat, which was also out of character for her. But instead of rinsing it out and putting it away, I had her set it on the counter, open up the freezer, and pull out the carton of ice cream. I heard her thoughts clearly. "Noooooo! This isn't what I was going to do! I was going to bed!" I made her scoop out three more helpings of Rocky Road, cover it with chocolate syrup, and eat every bite. She'd tried to resist each spoonful, each bite, each swallow, but I was firmly in control. With the late snack, she added several hundred more calories to the thousands that I'd put in her today.

When she was done, I made her wash out the bowl and put it away, as well as what was left of the ice cream and syrup. I reminded myself that I would need to make her buy another gallon tomorrow, or the next day at the latest. Chores done, I let her put herself to bed. After all, her first class was at 9AM.

She hadn't set her alarm, and probably would have slept right through her class if not for me. At about 7:30 I entered her mind, in a deep slumber, no doubt from arduous task of digesting all that food she'd eaten. But that was enough sleep for now, and I woke her up. She opened one eye, looked at the clock, and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep. Oh no, Crystal. That just won't do. I made her get up, go to the bathroom and get herself ready for the day. Once she was in the bathroom, I let her take care of herself, especially on the toilet. That wasn't a sight I wanted to see. I did hop back in her mind once she'd finished her shower and was toweling off. No sign of weight gain, since I'd only started on her yesterday. But that was going to change soon, I'd see to that.

It was a spring day and Crystal put on shorts and a tank top. She was used to showing off her flat abs. I chuckled inwardly thinking that those abs would soon be covered in a thick layer of flab. She went out, wondering to herself why she was leaving so early. It was only a 10 minute bike ride to class, 20 minutes if she stopped for a fruit smoothie, and here she was, leaving at 8AM for a 9AM class. I turned her away from her bike and put her in her car. Instead of Smoothies for the Smooth, I made her drive to The Doughnut Palace. She was resisting again, which was amusing to me. She had no chance. I took her through the drive-through and order a Grande Triple Latte, and a half dozen donuts, assorted. I parked her under a tree, and made her eat each donut, washed down by the coffee that was mostly full fat milk. She fought against hard at first, but by the third donut, she seemed to have resigned herself. She knew that she was going to eat each and every donut. Now that she was full, it was time for her to go to class. I heard her tell herself that she'd be better off going to the gym and work off all those calories. I wasn't having that. I put the thought in her head that she couldn't afford to miss any classes, this close to graduation. So she went to class.

She had two classes that morning actually, and then it was time for lunch. I felt her trying to head for the gym, again. She just hadn't learned yet that she wasn't going to step into a gym for a long, long time. Not until I was through with her. Instead, I took her to the campus cafeteria. I knew that the cafeteria had a reputation for fattening foods. And it was all you can eat. Students called it Calorie Central. Crystal was going prove that today. I made her swipe her card, pick up a tray and go through the line. She tried to stop at the salad section. I pushed right past that to the entrees. She tried to get the fish. I made her take the roast beef. Then potatoes, with gravy. Then macaroni and cheese. Not to be totally unhealthy, I put some green beans on her plate. That was all the room that was left. I guided her to a table by herself and made her eat. Every, single bite. I heard her wail to herself, "What's the matter with me? This just isn't me!" But I made her keep eating until it was gone. I felt her sigh in relief, telling herself that it was over. Not a chance, Crystal. I made her get up and get seconds, another full plate. But this time I made her also go to the dessert line and get a slice of cheesecake and a chocolate brownie.

I sat her down again, and made her work through the huge second helping. By the time she was done, I could feel her distress. Her stomach was packed. Good, that would help stretch it. I got her to belch, opening up just enough room for the two desserts. By the time she had forced them down, she could hardly move. I thought about just leaving her seated in the cafeteria, but I didn't want to her to attract attention. Besides, I knew that the library was next door, and there were benches she could lie on. Which suited my purposes just fine. I walked her next door, slowly, and found a bench hidden behind some bookcases. I laid her down and put her to sleep, letting her digest all those calories. Students napped on benches all the time, and I knew that no one would disturb her.