chapter 29

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Who the hell was banging on Allison’s door this early? She rolled out of bed, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and went downstairs. She was preparing the tirade she would deliver to the traveling salesman. Don’t people have manners anymore? Allison flung the door open, ready to deliver a tongue lashing when her tongue got caught in her throat.

“Well don’t just stand there,” Carly said, smiling. “Aren’t you gonna let your old friend in?”

“Carly?!” Allison said, stammering. “But how? And when?”

Carly wrapped her college roommate in a bear hug, making sure to give Allison’s body a once-over with her pudgy hands.

“Hmmm, well you’re definitely chubby,” Carly said, stepping back and inspecting Allison. “All this flab in less than two months? Not bad. But you sounded so sad on the phone yesterday, I had to come cheer you up. It sounds like you need some help.”

“Help?”

“You need a Fat Life Coach,” Carly said, following Allison inside. “You know how a Life Coach helps prioritize your needs, set goals, and unlock your true potential? They help people through transitional periods in their life — from where they are to where they should be.”

“Uh, I suppose so…”

“I am here to be your Fat Life Coach. To unlock your inner fat girl. To teach you how to be a fat woman. You want to reach 200 pounds by the end of next month, right? I’ll get you there.”

“My true potential? Carly, this is just me enjoying my kink. You know I’m gonna lose this weight after next month, right?”

“Sure you are,” Carly said, trying to keep a straight face.

“And second, what makes you think I need a Fat Life Coach?”

“You don’t know the first thing about being a fat woman.”

“Excuse me?” Allison said, incredulous.

“Prove it,” Carly said, putting her bags down and pointing. “Strut for me. Strut across the living room.”

Allison couldn’t believe Carly had flown all the way to Sacramento and was now ordering her to give her best sexy walk in PJs, but this was Carly. She smiled and laughed to herself.

Allison walked across the room, got to the end, and turned around. She certainly felt sexy. Her thighs were brushing against each other. Her belly and boobs bounced a bit with each step. She could feel her ass wobble each time she took a step.

“Not bad,” Carly said. “You’re a natural, but you’re walking, not strutting. If you don’t mind…”

Allison scoffed, but stepped back to give Carly room.

Carly being Carly, she had taken an early morning flight and still managed to look like a runway model (the fattest runway model you’ve ever seen). She sported tight black jeans, black pumps, and a tight red top with bare arms and tons of cleavage.

Allison’s jaw dropped as she watched Carly walk across the room. This was strutting. She had no idea someone’s walk could be so sultry. Allison couldn’t look away from Carly’s ass. With each step, Carly rolled her hips, sashaying across the room. It was mesmerizing. Then Carly turned around and Allison became even more impressed. Carly seemed to be able to make every ounce of fat on her body jiggle and dance with each step. It was a walk that told everyone around, “Stare at my beautiful, fat, voluptuous body.”

Allison’s skin turned red and she felt flustered. She wanted to strut like that.

“Whoa,” Allison said. “Maybe I do need a Fat Life Coach. What were you thinking?”

“I’ve developed a multi-step plan that involves eating, squatting, new clothes, absolutely no cardio, and the right motivation. Every day, you’re going to try to eat more than me. Good luck with luck,” Carly said, slapping her huge gut. “Every night you're gonna rub down your rolls with oil while looking in the mirror so you can admire your growing fatness. Squats every day, no exception. Not only will they make your ass bigger, but the exercise will increase your appetite. Clothes. You’ve got to reward yourself by dressing sexy. No more days spent in PJs. And lastly, tell that boy toy Tony that you won’t be seeing him for a while, but that he’s got a surprise coming. Whenever you’re feeling full, whenever you think you can’t possibly eat another bite, I want you to imagine Tony’s face when he sees you at 200 pounds. I bet you’re getting wet right now just thinking about it. If you follow this plan, I guarantee we’ll get you to 200 pounds in a month. I’ve already cleared my work schedule. Anything else I need to do, I can do remotely. You don’t mind me staying in the guest room?”

Carly was right. Allison was getting wet.

“You’ve got yourself a deal!” Allison said.

“Great! Welcome to Fat Camp, Day 1,” Carly said. “Go get changed. I’ll start looking for the nearest buffet.”

“Wait,” Allison said. “There’s something I need to show you first.”