Chapter 8 - another confession

"I need to reverse the lust mixture you gave to my boyfriend," Amy announced, arriving at Heather's door the next day without an appointment.

Heather seemed to stare at her a moment, trying to recognise her. Then her eyes widened slightly and Amy knew that she had connected the dots. "You'd best come in then," she nodded holding her door open extra wide.

Amy remembered where to go; the little room to the back of the apartment where she had foolishly bought the lust mixture all those months ago. How things had changed since then! Now when she looked at Heather's old chairs by the consultation table, she had to survey them for their strength. Would they buckle under her ever increasing weight? Last time, she'd cracked a chair at Matt's mother's place and sent Matt into a horny frenzy. He'd stopped off at fast food places on the way home and helped her push down ample portions, before taking her home to pamper even further.

But that was just one of the many stories Amy shared with Heather that morning. Indeed, slowly, but surely, Amy filled her in on everything that had happened over the last year.

"So let me get this straight..." Heather began, with her usual lack of sympathy. "...When you gave him the mixture, he was watching you down an entire tub of ice cream?"

Amy nodded, feeling a sense of shame creep over her. "I was only eating it because I thought I'd been conned into buying a fake concoction by you!" she tried.

"And then, over the next few weeks, you overate and put on a lot of weight?" Heather continued, ignoring Amy's excuses.

"But..." Amy began, trying to defend herself, "...he kept on cooking all these romantic meals and stuff!"

"And you didn't think to exercise a little self-control?" Heather spat back, bringing Amy to a silence. She was clearly impatient and a little annoyed at Amy for being so careless. "This isn't my fault. And it isn't your boyfriend's either. You've managed to shape his sexuality around your own gluttonous overeating," she scolded. "The poor man!"

"The poor man?" Amy echoed in disbelief. "Look at what he's done to me!" she stated, outstretching her arms, her face set hard. This wasn't her fault at all! "So you're not going to help me?" she asked angrily.

Heather sighed, she looked impatient, but no longer angry. "I can sell you a mixture that will reverse the lust spell," she conceded. "Magic like that is no problem."

The girl stood up and collected a bottle from the large cupboard at the side of the room and returned to the table with it. There it was; the solution to all of Amy's problems!

Surprisingly, Heather didn't haggle too much on the price this time. She just seemed to want Amy gone, for good.