chapter 9

As the months wore on, Gail’s colleagues noticed that her weight gain did not slow down after reaching a healthy weight. She continued to put weight on. She started to become just a little more rounded at first, but still shapely. Then she started to get chubby. A cuddly sort of figure. But still she put weight on until she was downright fat!

Gail had more than one colleague take her aside candidly and tell her she was putting a bit too much weight on. Maybe she ought to curb her appetite, take some exercise or go on a diet to lose a little bit now.
Gail knew full well she had become fat. It was what she wanted! The comments may be designed to bring her down, but the did the opposite! They spurred her on! She deliberately wore clothing one size too small to work to emphasise how fat she had become. She wanted to shock them. Her fashion sense had always been alternative. She had not been able to dress the way she wished since joining the company. She had to follow company policy, so she had to dress smartly and professionally. However, management could not discipline her for putting on a little bit of weight, could they?

At home, encouraged by Colin, she thought about how she could increase her calorie intake even more. Real butter would help - not low fat spread, not heart friendly margarine like Flora, not the stuff made from olive oil, high in monounsaturated fats. Real butter, the salted variety could be added to almost any meal. The unsalted kind would go with anything sweet.
At home, she didn’t often cook anything more than shoving something in the oven or in the microwave to heat up. Whatever it was tasted a whole lot better with a large knob of melting butter over the top. She tried using a similar method for her desserts, but it was not very successful. What did work was great big dollops of cream and she really liked cream in all it’s forms.

In the morning, before she had a shower, she would get up and take a protein shake from the fridge. They were designed for bodybuilders to build muscle and bulk with minimal fat. They were supposed to be made with water. Gail made hers up with double cream, extra sugar, ice cream and melted butter. Often, when she took it out of the fridge, there was a congealed lid of fat that had solidified on the top of the mixture as it had settled and cooled. It should have put her off drinking it, but it only made Gail more excited. She would get a spoon and lift the scum off the top of the drink, then instead of throwing it away, she’d put it in her mouth. She could feel the congealed fat melting in her mouth before she swallowed it. She’d get rid of all the fat in this manner first, then she’d drink it. It was often very thick. It left a residue in her mouth, a mixture of lactose and pure lard. She didn’t mind that. It reminded her that she had swallowed even more fat and that would soon go to create some globular jiggly cellulite.
After drinking at least 300mls of the rich drink, she would go in the shower and get ready of work. Brushing her teeth got rid of the thick residue. Before she sat down for her breakfast she would check how she looked in the mirror. She liked to see how tight her jacket was across her shoulders. It would have to stay open as it was over an inch away from fastening. Beneath that, she liked to see gaps between the buttons on her blouse, occasionally revealing a bit of flesh. The top three buttons of her blouse would be undone to show off her newly found breasts that struggled to be contained within her too small bra. Her blouse would only just tuck into her skirt, but it would ride up as the day wore on, revealing a belly roll around her midriff. Her pencil shaped skirt would also ride up during the day, showing off Gail's beefy legs. The waistband of her skirt was never fastened and would be hidden by her jacket for the most part. Indeed, if she was sitting down, the zip would be down too.
Gail loved to see the changes in her body. Encouraged by Colin to think this way, she liked how her thighs rubbed together where once there had been a gap. She liked how her once almost non-existent breasts now drooped down without a bra because they were so heavy. She liked her flabby untoned arms, her side rolls, but best of all, her round belly. She liked it best when it was stuffed full of food, when the skin was stretched and it felt hard to the touch. She worked hard all day to get it like that and keep it like that all day.

Holidays that she used to have had were full of activity and sightseeing. Now she still went away, but she chose all inclusive. She never left the hotel complex and spent all day sunbathing by the pool. She got into the pool, not to swim, but to cool off, then got out again. She knew no one there and was not interested in making friends. Colin was her friend and he was with her 24/7.
She’d get up early in the morning to make the most of the buffet breakfast. She didn’t care what people thought of her as she piled her plate high. Missing her usual gain-shakes and cream, she had to make up the calories in volume. She usually consumed three very large plates full before she was satisfied. Then she’d laze around the pool on a sun bed all morning drinking sweet cocktails. Being all inclusive she was entitled to free drinks at the bar. She took full advantage of that. The drinks were not strong, so she did not get drunk, but she still got her sugar rush.
At lunchtime, she was back in the restaurant early and she would be one of the last to leave. She’d consume at least three heaped large plates of food and another three of dessert.
Her afternoons continued just like her mornings. Then when it was starting to get cool, she would go back to her room, have a nap and a shower, get changed and come down ready to start eating at the buffet again.
At the airport, when other people sat around, looking at the duty free and such, she spent her time in the restaurants. She’d eat a burger in a bun, with fries, a fizzy sweet drink and a dessert, then move on to the next restaurant and consume Chinese noodles with battered deep fried pork in a sweet and sour sauce. Then she’d move on to the next one and have a whole pizza.
She would continue eating until her flight was called and she had to go to the gate.
She knew she had to make the most of her holidays. One day the seat belt would be too small and she would have to ask for an extension. Then she would outgrow the economy seats and have to pay for two instead of one... or upgrade to business and a bigger seat. Getting that fat seemed a long way off, but going off her recent gains, she knew it was achievable in a year, or so.