chapter 4

Jacob's POV

A few months went on like this, where Monica would occasionally indulge in the delicacies I presented her, but she always kept up her strict workout regime and if she had managed to gain any weight, it was not noticeable in the least. However I was ok with this, for now. Monica had just graduated from NYU with a journalism degree, and summer had just began. During the school year, Monica had been leaving a few of her belongings at my home, but when she graduated, she made the full leap to my condo. She grew close with my head maid and cook, Olivia, a tall and heavyset�Southern woman. When Monica had first met her, she was intimidated by the woman's heavy Southern drawl and large stature, yet they became good friends over the months. Monica absolutely loved Olivia's cooking.�

Although I still had to go to work during the week, Monica had lots of free time as she was still "looking" for a job. I fully knew she had no real intention of getting a job. Most days, I would come home and find her sitting on the couch online-shopping or mindlessly watching the television. After about a week of her living with me, I decided to start making gentle pushes towards goal. With Olivia fully informed of my intentions, she happily agreed to assist me, excited to see what Monica would look like with the figure she deserved.

My first move was to place a bowl of butterscotch creams - Monica's favorite - on the coffee table in front of the couch. I knew she wanted me to think she was the epitome of health and beauty, and she never wanted me to see her indulge. She wanted to maintain an image of the perfect, sexy woman. At least for now. Slowly, I noticed the wrappers appear hidden beneath other garbage in the trash can. I instructed Olivia to always keep the bowl full to the brim, so Monica would not ever notice how many she was eating.�

I then asked Olivia to always prepare fattening meals for Monica and encourage her to eat them. I wanted to keep my greedy girl full throughout the day. It was going to take a lot of work to expand her taut little tummy. Every day I would wake up much earlier than Monica for work, and on the way out, I could smell Olivia cooking up lots of treats for Monica. Olivia would often flash a mischievous smile at me before I left.�

At first, I think Monica tried to restrain herself. She would give in to a few of the butterscotch creams, but according to Olivia, she controlled herself during meals. After a few weeks of this new routine, I couldn't see any added weight to my skinny girlfriend. After years of controlling her appetite, Monica had learned how to ignore temptation. I guess she was going to need a little help.�