chapter 10

Third Person

With Jacob gone for the time being, Monica filled her days with designer clothes and five star resteraunts. As anyone could tell from her growing appearance, it was mostly the latter. Monica had grown quite accustomed to her new lifestyle, almost feeling entitled to it, as if the world owed her something for being so beautiful. Her vanity and excess were her two worst - yet most prominent - qualities, and, in turn, her hubris precipitated her descent. Along with the help of a push in the right direction from Jacob and a steady, excessive flow of rich cuisine from Olivia, of course. 

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It was around 10 pm and Olivia was cleaning the aftermath of a baking spree intended Monica's return. Erring on the side of caution, she had baked a large surplus of goodies - brownies, cookies, cakes, and ice cream - as she expected Monica to return to the penthouse with a few of her girlfriends that  she had taken out to dinner at New York's exclusive restaurants (at the expense of Jacob's credit card). When Olivia heard the door opening, she peered around the counter, finding Monica accompanied by two of her friends. From the length of time it had taken Monica to open the door and the way they were stumbling around the foyer, Olivia could tell they had probably indulged in a little too much alcohol. 

"Veronica, Rachel, this is my chef, Olivia," Monica slurred, giggling at the end of her sentence. 

Veronica and Rachel both made attempts to regard Olivia politely, despite their current states. Both of Monica's friends were gorgeous. Veronica was probably around 5'9, with long blonde hair, a perfectly bronzed complexion, and stunning sapphire eyes. She was probably one of the slimmest girls Olivia had ever seen, with a model physique. Rachel stood around 5'7, with shoulder-length light brown hair, olive skin, and golden eyes. Her legs  and arms appeared more muscular and toned, probably due to rigorous exercise routines. 

After intently studying Veronica and Rachel in their short, tight cocktail dresses, which perfectly emphasized their beautiful figures, Olivia shifted her gaze to Monica. Wearing a tight, black cocktail dress that probably fit her beautifully 4 sizes ago, Monica looked like a sausage. Even though Olivia could tell she was wearing her corset - which at this point in the night was probably struggling to contain her new girth - Monica's stomach still had a visible curve, her thighs had a thick layer of fat encasing them, and her upper arms were collecting pools of flesh. Monica looked extremely chubby compared to her counterparts with stronger will and restraint. 

"How about a snack, girls?" Monica giggled, "I'm so hungry!"

Veronica and Rachel both looked at each knowingly and snickered. 

"You had so many fries at the restaurant, though," Veronica laughed.

"And you already had a Baileys milkshake," Rachel snickered, poking Monica's extended stomach.

"That was like an hour ago," Monica said walking over to the counter, "c'mon, Olivia is a great cook."

Picking up an arrangement of brownies and cookies and one of the triple-tiered cakes Olivia made, Monica walked over to the lounge and set them down. Veronica and Rachel followed, sitting on the couch adjacent from the recliner, which Monica plopped her growing ass into. Without any self-restraint or shame, Monica began picking out the goodies that looked the tastiest and shoving them into her mouth, crumbs landing in her cleavage and chocolate smearing on her face. Without having asked, Olivia prepared all of the girls Kahlua and cream drinks, using heavy cream and appetite stimulants. 

"I made you girls some drinks," Olivia smiled, placing the caloric concoctions in front of the already intoxicated girls.

Immediately, all of the girls picked up the drinks and began chugging them. After they had drank them, Olivia replaced the empty glasses with another round, as well as placing another tray of sweets on the table. At first, Olivia noticed Veronica and Rachel visibly restraining the sweets, but it seemed as though the alcohol and appetite stimulants pushed them to break their strict diets. Rachel was the first to break. After hungrily eyeing the triple fudge caramel brownies for what seemed like the longest time, she finally picked one up - much to the frustration of Veronica who eyed her jealously - and pushed the entire confection in her waiting mouth. Olivia watched as her pupils dilated from the heavenly taste and she hastily chewed and swallowed the large, rich morsel. 

As Veronica watched Monica carelessly stuff her mouth with treats and Rachel begin packing brownies away like she was starving, she began growing restless.

"I really shouldn't have one," she thought, "I have a swimsuit photoshoot tomorrow." She had been eyeing the triple-tiered cake since Monica had set it down. It looked otherworldly. It was a chocolate cheesecake, staked on a vanilla cheesecake, staked on a caramel cheesecake. Veronica had never seen anything like it, and she wanted more than anything to try it. But she knew one sliver was probably contained more calories than she allowed herself to eat in a day. Olivia watched this phenomenon for quite a while, as the other girls packed their tummies full, and decided to speak up. 

"Just have a bit, hun. A girl like you could eat the whole thing and not gain an ounce," she said, smiling sweetly.

Olivia's comment was enough to push Veronica to the breaking point. With one look at the cake, she dove into the cake, using her hands instead of utensils. Grabbing fistfuls of the heavy dessert, she shoved the cake past her lips, smearing frosting all over her face and dress. To Olivia, the sight before her was one of the most fascinating things she had ever seen. She watched as the girls completely disregarded their manners and became animalistic. After about 30 more minutes of complete indulgence, Veronica and Rachel finally fell asleep, clutching confections in their hands which were intended to further stuff their large, bloated tummies. Veronica's tummy pushed out around 3 inches, from her frame, while Rachel's - having a head start and less control - pushed out maybe 5 or 6. Olivia laughed as she noticed Rachel had managed to eat all the brownies - 32 in total - except for the final one she was gripping in her sleep. As Olivia moved to clean up, she noticed Monica was still awake, yet her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. She had moved the platter of cookies to her lap and was mindlessly picking them up and pushing them into her mouth. Olivia moved the other trays to the dishwasher and then returned to Monica. 

"Monica, let's get you changed into PJs," Olivia said, in a sweet, motherly tone. 

"Help me up," Monica said groggily, extended her hands for Olivia to grab.

Olivia moved the now empty platter, which had contained approximately 52 cookies, to the table, and grabbed onto Monica's hands. Olivia was surprised yet overjoyed to find Monica was moderately difficult to pull up from the recliner. Due to her sitting position, Monica's dress had ridden up to the tops of her thighs. As Olivia guided Monica to the master suit to change, she gleefully watched as Monica's thighs rubbed together for 2 inches around her upper thighs. Monica plopped down on the foot of the bed sluggishly, waiting for Olivia to find her something to wear.

"Hurry up, Olivia! I'm tired," Monica muttered impatiently. 

"I wonder what your friends will think of you popping out of this," Olivia thought mischievously, finding the size 2 white silk nightgown Jacob had bought for her months ago.