chapter 3: when the cat leaves the mouse comes out to play

The next morning, Janie's mom got a call that her business needed her to go to Europe, to help manage the business and bring revenue back up. Her company did not know when she would be back, but perhaps in a few months. Mia decided to go, knowing that she could trust Carson to take care of the house and oversee that their obese daughter would fix herself during the summer.

Mia left that evening before dinner. By the time dinner came around, Janie was famished. All she had for breakfast and lunch was a bowl of oatmeal, and a salad. Dinner time came and when she came down she saw her Dad having the coffee table decked out with 2 boxes of pizzas, a cake from her favorite bakery (Icing and Butter), and 2 L of coke.

I thought we could really celebrate your home coming since school ended, since we did not get to do that last night.

Famished, Janie took a seat on the couch, and her dad popped in a movie for the two to watch.

By her fifth slice of pizza Janie noticed her dad had only stopped at two.

"Are you hungry, Dad?"

"Nah, I'm good. Have the rest of the pizza. I don't want it to go to waste. I'll make some fresh food tomorrow."

Freedom, Janie thought, away from her mom's controlling ways. She was more than happy to eat the remaining pizza, plus the second box of 8 slices.

Carson looked in awe as his daughter kept eating, not evening slowing down except to drink her pop (Carson only had 1 glass while Janie was drinking the rest).

By the time Janie had finished the pizza and pop, she sat back, her belly stuffed and round.

"Dad...thanks... for... the... food," she said, breathing hard. "But...I...don't...think...I...can...eat ...des...sert..." She tried to rub her belly but her gut was too big and she could only reach the sides, which did nothing.

Her dad poked her belly and it was still soft. He chuckled. "I can tell you still have room in there, Tubby. Come on, you can do it. Otherwise the cake will go to waste. We all know Icing and Butter's cakes don't taste good the day after. Here," He took a finger of icing, and put it to his daughter's lip.

She licked it off, and her senses made her feel like she was in heaven. That feeling when you first take your first bite of sweets, and everything melts in you. She moans, knowing she cannot lose the cake.

"...o...kay..." she breaths hard.

Carson smiles and helps his daughter eat the whole 8 inch cake.

30 minutes later, Janie is lying on the couch, breathing hard and in pain. Carson prods at his daughter's stomach, and sees the round gut hard. Janie moans. Her dad pats her belly and then kisses it.

He goes upstairs, and comes down with some oil and lotion.

"You poor belly is stuff to the max. I wouldn't be surprise if you pop!" He laughs and then pulls her shirt up, just under her breasts, and starts spreading oil and then lotion on her dome like stomach.

Janie is in too much of a food coma to say anything, but she does notice she feels a sort of pleasure when her dad rubs lotion on her belly and massages it. Part of her feels embarrassed and self conscious, but the part that feels pleasure wins.

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Sunda y afternoon, Janie wakes up. She's tired from last night's feast but her stomach grumbles. She gets up with effort, and dresses in a grey t-shirt and sweats that are getting to snug. She'll have to ask her dad to take her to the mall.

She waddles downstairs and sees her dad having put on a lavish breakfast spread: pancakes, toasts, sausages, bacon and eggs.

Her dad fills himself a small helping and makes a big helping for his daughter. As his daughter eats, Carson asks, "Janie, how much do you weigh?"

Janie blushes, because it's been over a year since she last weighed herself. The dorms at her school didn't have a scale, and she was hardly sick to go to the nurses office. The last time she had checked was last summer, and she was around 125 lbs.

"I'm not sure, Dad' Janie said.

"Well tomorrow we'll weigh you at the Doctor's office. Your mom made that appointment. We'll have to figure out a plan while she's away and what we're doing about your weight. Obviously your mom expects me to oversee your diet plan....we can fake it for awhile that we're working on it but eventually we'll have to come up with another strategy...."

Janie nods, relief. "Dad, can I get some new clothes? My old ones are getting tight."

Her dad smiles, and pats her belly. Of course. Let's make tomorrow a day for father and daughter. I'll take work off.

Janie smiles and goes back to eating. The rest of the day is lounging on the couch, eating, and sleeping.