Chapter 7 - sweet tooth (part 1)

Returning to the resort room, Ava neatly put away her groceries. Afterwards, she prepared a fresh meal of grilled chicken and salad with balsamic vinaigrette for lunch. Despite not eating for over twelve hours, the woman managed to only eat half of the amount she made. After cleaning up, Ava dialed Nayami's phone number on her cell.

"H-hellowo?" Nayami's voice cutely greeted.
"Yes, Vin-I-mean, Nami?" the blonde quickly corrected.
"That's me."
"Are you at the resort yet?"
"Nah, I'm still shoppin', I can't wait to show you what I've bought!" Nami's over excitement annoyed Ava, rolling her eyes.
"Well, it's like, three in the afternoon, and I'm going to get you a room now."
"Oh, okie, I'll be there soon!"
"Just let me know when you are in the resort lobby."
"Okie. I'll do."

Ava bidded farewell and ended the phone call, leaving her room, for the elevator. Stepping in, she met with a familiar face, Patrick.

"Ah... Ava, right?" his gentlemanly voice greeted her.
"Yes, I'm impressed you remember," she looked up face him.
"I, I don't forget names and faces. Tis' the benefits of working as a bartender."
"Well, still, you must see plenty of faces around here."
"Indeed I do, I wonder, are you going to be down at my bar?"
"Maybe, depends."
"Depends on what? Staying here, you must experience the locale, the air, and most importantly the drinks. This is your vacation, right?"
"Yes."
"Then live life, meet some people, and enjoy your time here. Come down to the Shore Bar, and relax, I promise you you'll have a fine time. Otherwise you can use the menu in your room to give us a call, we'll bring a drink over."
"Well, I suppose I might pay a visit, or order something," Ava agreed, his peer pressure successful.
"Magnificent. Don't forget the little card I handed to you." he reminded, as the elevator stopped, opening to the lobby.
"I won't," Ava said.
"Well, until next time, madame Ava." Patrick stepped out of the elevator.
"What a strange man, but he's got a nice body," the blonde thought, moving out of the elevator and to the front desk.

Ava secured a room for Nayami, though at great cost. Afterwards, she sat down on one of the many lobby lounge chairs, staring at fountain centerpiece. Pulling out her phone, she checked Facebook once more, bombarded by yet another photo of Marcy. In a effort to control herself, she went to her own profile. The page always depicted her as a happy-go-lucky woman, with a nice social circle of friends. She noticed her parents posted a comment on the page.

"Hope you're doing well, enjoy the vacation, love ya!" - Evelynn Nennington.
"Love you too, mom," she whispered to herself.. Suddenly a poke on the shoulder startled the young woman.
"It's me!" Nayami greeted.
"Uh, you could've just said hi, Y'know." Ava voiced in displeasure, scanning her voluptuous form.
"Well, I just thought I'd surprise you, cuz I'm early!" she celebrated. Ava gazed at the new friend, now clad in revealing light blue crop top, dark blue short shorts, and sandals. "How do I look?" she posed, showing her deep cleavage, whilst sticking her large rear out. "So hot... right?" A man in the distance, raised his sunglasses to see her.
"Um-Um, you look fine," Ava admitted, with a hint of jealousy. "For a former man, she knows how to play dress up..." she said in her mind.
"I'm thrilled you like what I bought!" Nami giddily said.
"Alright, let's go," Ava stopped ordered the busty girl. "Follow me, you're on the eighth floor, room 810."

The two left the lobby and ascended up, meeting at their destination. Entering the room with its' keycard, Nami skipped in.
"I know it's not the biggest room, but I only have so much money." Ava admitted.
"Oh that's fine, this room is perfect!" the girl smiled, throwing her bags and backpack on the room's couch. She pulled out her wallet, "How much? I managed to pull two thousand."
"Uh-"
"Just take the money, it's more than enough."
"A-alright," Ava awkwardly accepted, sliding the money in her shoulder purse. Nayami took a seat at the small dining table.
"So, what you wanna do now, Ava?" she asked.
"Well..." the blonde looked at the clock, "It's now 4 p.m., I was thinking of heading back to my room, and just relaxing for the evening... I had a busy day."
"Come-on, you gonna rest all day and night, here, in this place? The beach here is famous, let's go down and swim!"
"No, I just want to relax in my room. Tomorrow, we'll do stuff, okay?" Ava maintained her stance, disappointing the friend.
"Allllright, well, I suppose I'll have fun myself. See ya then, Ava." The two said their goodbyes, and Ava returned to her room.

Ava was relieved to be away from Nayami. She wondered if meeting her or him was a big mistake. She dropped her purse on the kitchen table, sitting down and counted the bills within, as it was 2,000 dollars. The money drove her to researching on the name 'Vinny Newman' on Facebook.
"Vinny Newman, age eighteen, Valaris Beach Catholic school," she read to herself. Her eyes scanned the boy's appearance on the profile picture. The older teen had a heavy-set build, wore round rimmed glasses, and white skin, devoid of sunlight exposure. He seemed to be the person who never left their bedroom. It showed as internet memes plagued his posts, even with cartoonish characters that had more adult figures. Ava noticed a link to his parents, Joseph Newman, and Melissa Newman. Checking the father's profile revealed, a middle aged man, with equally pale skin as the son. In his profile pic, was an incredibly large yacht. Ava inferred that this was in fact, the creator of 'Sweet Dreams'. Vinny wasn't lying, she had many questions for the son of the creator.

As she thought of the creator, the two vials of 'Sweet Dreams' rested beside her, glimmering in the light. The temptations returned as butterflies flew in her gut. She pulled the plus sized top she bought out of its' bag and pressed it against her torso.
"There's no way this would fit me...yet." she sensually whispered, "Ooohhh..." she cooed, imagining it flushed against her bulging chest, her groin twitched in ecstasy. "I-I can't wait," she hung the clothes and slid them in the closet. Ava looked at her body and back, wondering if she was prepared for what was to come. Throwing caution out, the blonde moved to the kitchen and grabbed the 'sweet' vial, heart pulsing. Moving to the fridge she wanted to grab a bottle of water, but was stopped by a delicious roll of cookie dough beside it.

Ava picked up both as idea formed in her mind. Why not mix the 'sweet' liquid into the cookies itself? The idea was genius, as she deviously wanted to be fattened up by food than magical water. And so, without an afterthought, the young adult mixed a half a dozen or so milliliters of the blue solution into the cookie dough. Once prepared, she slid the cookies into the oven. In the meantime Ava clicked on the television to kill time. On the screen, TLC's 'My 600 Pound Life' played. Ava wasn't enthusiastic about the show at home. But now, she found pleasure in watching the men and women live their large lives, curious on how they got huge to begin with. But even with that fascination, she didn't like the concept of immobility.

DING! The cookies were done, and promptly slid onto a plate for consumption. Ava brought the cookies to the living room's coffee table. After finishing the episode, she deemed the cookies to be edible, and grabbed first piece, immediately taking a bite.
"Oh my god!" Ava audibly moaned as it was the best cookie she's eaten. The blonde looked at herself, still clad in her tanktop and jeans, she was curious what would happened if she wore clothes. With no changes, she assumed that the sweet drops failed at mixing with the cookie dough. The young woman picked up second cookie out of eight and began nibbling on it. The show played another episode, Ava watched as the episode unveiled a woman named Krystal, who got fat intentionally. Sitting up, she wanted to learn more about her lifestyle, finishing the cookie in her hand, and grabbing another.

"....Krystal has forgo the life of fitness, to desire a life of fatness...." the narrator told, "Now, she's unable to leave her home, unable to finish college." Ava watched the screen as the incredibly fat woman waddled to the kitchen, her belly bounced against her knees and the curtain like gown struggled to cover her quivering, enormous rear. The show censored her rear as she moved, grabbing bags of fast food from the fridge.

"....Why did you choose this life? You, you were one of the most promising athletes in the school..." a woman asked, the scene transitioned to an interview.
"I chose this life because I wanted to live the life I always wanted." Krystal responded, rubbing her flesh, on the king sized bed. The nearly immobile lady's legs spread wide, to make room for her expansive stomach, reaching almost to her knees, and rubbing against the bed. "...besides, the point in life is to be happy, right?" she added.
"But, you won't make it to your thirties if you keep this lifestyle up. Do you understand why we're here?"
"So? How'd you know how long I'll live? And lemme guess, one of my 'concerned' family members called..."
The interview continued as half of the cookies disappeared from Ava's plate, the morsels too good to stop eating.
"It was your mom who called us. You visited her, after you gained an enormous amount of weight."
"Look, I don't care what my family says. I'm happy."
"But, your mom is scared, and in tears. She didn't raise you to be like this," the interviewer pleaded.
"So!" Krystal retorted, Jiggling her whole body.
"Well, at least come meet our doctors for advice."
"Maybe, I dunno. But you can't change who I am, who I want to be!" tears began to run down the morbidly obese girl's eyes. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, the effects of the 'Sweet Cookies' were about to come into play, after Ava finished the last one