chapter 5

I let her nap until 2:30. She had a 3PM class. I roused her, and once again she started to skip class and go to the gym. I wasn't going to let that happen. I made her go to her class, which lasted until 4:30. She went to her car and headed toward a park. Ah ha, she thought that she'd go for a run. No, Crystal. No running for you. Instead, I made her drive to Dairy Dream. It was famous, or infamous depending your point of view, for huge dairy treats. I walked her in and had her order a double banana split. I could feel her fighting me with everything she had, but it wasn't enough. The pimply girl behind the counter brought her the decadent treat. It was everything I wanted it to be. Plenty of ice cream and whipped topping. I sat Crystal down and put her spoon to work. She briefly tried to not eat the delicious treat, but after the first bite, I felt her resign herself to it. Good, good. She was even admitting to herself that the taste was incredible. Even better.

She had a hard time finishing it, but with my help, she got it down. Time to go home. But first, I thought, a stop at the Quickie Sack for some beer. I had noticed there was no beer in the apartment, and that was carb opportunity to not waste. So I got her to buy a 12 pack of a craft IPA, a nice hoppy and carb heavy beer. She wondered to herself, "what the hell am I doing? I don't drink beer, ever!" Well, Crystal, you do now.

She drove home and brought the beer inside and put it in the refrigerator. I was pleased to note that I didn't even have to make her. She had come to accept that she couldn't leave it behind. I had her get one out and open it, sit down at the table and take a long pull. She didn't like it much, but I certainly did. At that moment, her roommates walked in. Heather spoke first. "What the hell, Crystal? When did you start drinking beer?"

"I don't know why I bought it," Crystal cried. "I just had this...this uncontrollable urge to buy it, and when I got home I got this urge that I just had to drink one." That's when Morgan said, "Never mind, Heather. We've got to get going. We're studying with our lab group tonight." They turned around and left, with both glancing back as I had Crystal take another long pull. When she finished the beer, she let out a rumbling belch.

I decided that it was dinner time for her. I made her get her phone out and call Pizza Pete's. She couldn't stop herself from ordering an extra-large Carnivore special, with a side of buttered garlic bread sticks. On rare occasion that Crystal and her roommates ordered pizza, it would have been a veggie lover's, with a salad, and the extra-large would have been plenty for all three. Tonight, it was all for Crystal. While she waited I made her drink another beer. She finished it when the pizza arrived. Time for a third beer. Crystal wasn't used to beer, and the first two had already relaxed her. I had her plow through her pizza and bread, piece after piece after piece. It took a while, it was a lot of pizza and bread. By the time she finished it was after 8, and she'd had two more beers. A little bit drunk and whole lot of being stuffed, she staggered off to bed and collapsed into the bed, asleep almost instantly.

She slept until midnight, when her bladder woke her up. She had an urgent need to pee. I had kept a link between us, so when she woke up, so did I. Once she was done in the bathroom, she started to go back to bed. Not just yet, Crystal. I walked her back out to the kitchen. Time for a midnight snack, and there was Rocky Road in the freezer. I had her put three generous scoops in a bowl, covered it with chocolate syrup, sprinkles and whipped cream. I made myself a mental note that I would need to send Crystal shopping tomorrow. It wouldn't do to run out of ice cream. When she finished, she was once again stuffed. I let her go to bed. I was still with her though, as she stopped in front of a mirror. She took her top off and stood sideways. She had a nice food baby that pushed her abdomen out. Excellent. Soon that food baby would be real fat. Soon.