Chapter 10 - the facts of the matter

Max was gone the following morning. The house was quiet and Meg strolled about trying to avoid snacking from the refrigerator, as she had become accustomed to. She had spent the night working out in her head how she was going to lose all this weight. She searched in the attic for her old body mass scales and found them, cleverly hidden by Max, underneath the Christmas tree he had put away for her ten months ago. She huffed disgustedly. Yet more proof that she was better off without him!

Bringing them down, she dusted them off and sat them on the floor of the bathroom; pounding it with her food to turn it on. Nothing happened.

Meg turned the scales over, wondering why they weren't working, only to discover that Max had unscrewed and removed the batteries. She cried out in annoyance. "That cunning, devious little..." she hissed through her teeth.

Not be outdone, Meg found herself a screwdriver and even sourced the correct batteries from the a mismatched selection they kept to be recycled. Now when she stepped on it again, the scales came on faintly. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the worst.

The numbers slid upwards, way over her old pre-Max weight of 125lbs. The numbers went higher and higher, jumping backwards and forwards. She could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest. Then, with a very definitive blink, the scales settled on the number: 227lbs.

Finally the old batteries gave way and the screen went blank once again. But it didn't matter; Meg now knew what she needed to know. Max had made her gain over 100lbs of pure fat. She screamed aloud in frustration, staring at her bloated body in the mirror, spinning from side to side. There was no angle where she didn't look incredibly fat anymore. Her ass bulged out behind her, wide and tubby, whilst her belly was heavy and round, melting into her over-sized, fat-girl hips.

This was a nightmare!

Max arrived home about midday. He was carrying a load of groceries in, more fattening treats than Meg had ever seen before.

Meg watched from the upstairs window as Max was bringing everything in. Her fingers gripped the fabric of the curtains tightly; even more anger was boiling up inside of her. Didn't Max realise that she wasn't playing this game anymore? How stupid and delusional was he?

"What is all this?" she complained, lifting up boxes and cartons. "Did you not listen to a word I said last night? This is over. We're finished!" she shouted, storming into the kitchen.

"Here," Max sighed, passing Meg a smoothie he had just mixed up. "It's a health supplement. I thought you might appreciate it, considering all I've put you through."

The gesture threw Meg a little. She didn't know whether to take it or not. She'd have to get used to these disgusting smoothies if she was going to ever shed this weight though.

Max looked at her kindly. His eyes were bright and kind-looking. At least a smoothie did show that he was listening to Meg's concerns about her weight. She took the glass and held it in her hand.

"I hope it's nice," Max smiled. "I put so many vitamins in it for you."

"I still meant what I said," Meg grumbled. "I want you out!"

"Shh," Max soothed. "We can talk about this later when we're a bit calmer."

Meg scoffed, he clearly meant when she was calmer. "Whatever!" she spat, lost for what to say.

"Is it too cold?" Max asked, looking at the glass in her hand.

"It's fine!" snapped Meg, feeling its temperature through the glass.

"What about the melon. Can you taste the melon I put in it. Can you guess which type it is?"

Meg rolled her eyes. She lifted the glass and held it to her lips, taking a little sip to shut Max up.

As soon as the liquid hit her tongue, Meg felt strange; like her head was spinning. She could hardly remember swallowing it, but when her vision cleared again, she could see that the glass was now completely empty.