chapter 12

The next morning, Eileen wakes up early and starts cooking breakfast. She doesn’t cook enough for a feast, just enough that he will be a bit more than comfortably full. She doesn’t want it to be clear that she’s sabotaging him. Besides, with the “protein shake” and the still-oversized breakfast that she’ll make him, it’s more than enough calories to gain weight already.
Derek comes out of the bedroom and sits at the table. He looks nervous and fidgety.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
He nods. "I'm fine."
She smirks. "You look like you're having second thoughts."
He blushes. "I... I'm not sure if I should do this."
She chuckles. "Come on. You agreed to it last night. Don't chicken out now."
He shakes his head. "No, I'm serious. I don't think I can do it. I’m going to look so pathetic trying to work out when I’m so huge. It's embarrassing."
She smiles. "I promise you won't look pathetic. People will be inspired by you trying to improve yourself. Plus, it'll be fun. You'll see."
He nods nervously. “O-okay. Well, as long as you’re there with me.”
She smiles. "Of course I'll be there with you."
He smiles. "Thank you."
They sit down at the table and Eileen serves them both. He doesn’t seem phased at all when she stacks his plate high, his ideas of healthy portion sizes completely blown out of the water.
"Here you go." She says.
He smiles and takes a bite. He chews slowly, savoring the flavor.
"This is delicious." He says. “As always.”
She giggles. "That's because I'm an excellent cook."
He blushes. "Thank you."
She smiles. "So, how did you sleep last night?"
He grins. "Pretty good. Thank you."
She smiles. "You're welcome. I'm glad you had a good night."
He grins. "Me too."
She looks down at her plate. She eats the eggs and a few bites of the toast, but ignores the fatty cuts of meat that Derek digs into without a second thought. She finishes her meal and sets her fork down. She watches him eat, waiting for him to finish. When he does, she stands up and walks to her counter.
“Alright, here’s your shake for the workout today. It’s important to get all your protein in to build muscles.” She hands him a huge shake that is far more fat than protein. She takes her own and sips it. It’s full of water.
“Now, let’s get going.” She says.
He takes his shake and gives it a try.
“Wow, you’re so talented that you manage to make protein shakes taste just like milkshakes.” He says.
She giggles. "What can I say? Only the best for you."
He takes a sip of his shake and smiles.
Eileen drives the two of them to the gym. She’s been there before, though she’s not a frequent visitor. She prefers to stay soft and svelte as opposed to lean and strong, though she visits sometimes. It is, of course, not a gym where fat people show up very often.
No one at Eileen’s gym is outwardly mean to fat people (at least, not that often), but the atmosphere of all of the attractive, chiseled people is enough to make most people who are insecure in their bodies want to leave. She’s well aware that poor, shy Derek will probably be too nervous to ever set foot in another gym after this experience.
When they arrive, she parks her car in the parking lot and shows Derek the building. He follows her inside and they work out Derek’s new membership. He is enthusiastic and eager, so he opts for the six-month membership, which Eileen happily purchases for him. She almost feels bad when she sees the way he smiles at her lovingly with his newly-fattened face.
After paying for the membership, she leads Derek to the locker rooms. He freezes as he realizes that he wasn’t expecting to go to the gym and all he’s wearing is a button up shirt and slightly nice pants. Eileen smiles and pulls a pair of clothes from her purse.
“Here you go. I bought you some clothes. I may have uh- measured you in your sleep when I was over at your house that one time. Let’s just say I’ve been planning this day for a while!” She smiles warmly, masquerading her devious intentions.
He blushes. "Oh, thank you!"
She smiles. "Go ahead and change. I'll wait outside."
He nods and heads into the changing room. Eileen waits patiently until he emerges from the dressing room.
He’s blushing about as hard as she’s ever seen him before and she’s shocked he even came out like this.
The question of the clothes fitting doesn’t even need to be asked. His belly bulges against the fabric tightly, the bottom half-inch of his developing hang poking through the bottom.
The sweatpants, supposed to be loose and comfortable, squeezed Derek’s fat thighs, hips, and ass.
Eileen can barely suppress her grin and struggles to feign ignorance. “Oh no, what happened? I swear I just took the measurements like a month ago!”
He tries to cover himself. "Um, I guess I gained a little weight since then.”
“I’m sorry, Derek. I didn’t want this to be a stressful experience for you. I just didn’t think that you’d go up a whole size in just a month.” She says.
He looks down at his stomach and back up at her. "I... I'm sorry. I just... I'm not used to this. I'm not used to being this big. I'm not used to having a body like this. It's scary."
She smiles. "Don't worry. I'll help you take care of it."
He nods, the confidence given to him by her gift swiftly taken away.
"Okay, let's get started by finding out your weight. We need to know what we’re working with here.” She says.
His eyes widen and he swallows hard.
“You want me to weigh myself in front of all these people?”
“Oh, please, no one is paying any attention to you.” Eileen lies. Derek is, in fact, being subtly observed by many others at the gym who are wondering what this fatty is doing there.
He swallows again. "I don't know..."
She smiles. "Come on. This is just between us. No one else needs to know."
He nods. "Okay."
She leads him to the scale. He stands in front of it and clenches his fists.
“Do you remember when you weighed last?” She asks.
He nods. "Yeah. Like five months ago, I think.”
“And how much did you weigh then?”
“Um… like 150 or something.” He replies sheepishly.
She nods. "Okay. So, let's see what you've done to your body.” She gestures to the scale as he blushes.
He steps onto the scale and closes his eyes. “I’m um… I really hope that I’m not over 200. That would be a lot of weight to lose.”
Eileen can’t contain her smile as his weight flashes on the display.
“Go ahead and open your eyes.” She says sweetly.
“Oh god. Is it bad?” He sounds so nervous. He opens his eyes and his mouth hangs open.
“Holy shit. That can’t be right.” His face goes scarlet as he looks down at his moobs and soft belly. “I mean… can you even gain like a hundred pounds in just a few months?”
She laughs. "Well, I guess you're proof that it's possible."
His fists clench up again and Eileen swears she almost sees him start tearing up. She places a hand on his shoulder and comforts him.
“Come on, let’s get started working out. We’ll have you back in shape in no time.” She says.
He nods and lets out a deep breath. "Okay."
She leads him to the treadmill and starts running beside him. She encourages him to keep speed with her. Of course, she sets him up for failure by going way too fast and not warming up first. It doesn’t take long before the poor, fat boy is panting and gasping. Eileen turns to him.
“Do you need to stop? It’s only been three minutes.”
He nods, drips of sweat flying off his forehead. "I think I might pass out if I run anymore."
She smiles. "Then we'll walk for a bit."
She slows down the pace of the treadmill and walks. Derek only walks for thirty seconds before asking if he could just sit down instead. Eileen nods and stops the treadmill. She takes his arm and helps him sit down. He leans forward and buries his head in his hands.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
“I’m just so embarrassed. All those people were watching me. I used to be fit, you know? I was never like strong, but I could run a six minute mile when I was in high school.”
Eileen makes weak attempts at comforting him. She tries to get him to work out again but his heart isn’t in it anymore. She calls it after thirty minutes.
“Okay, that's enough for today. I know you’re embarrassed but you did a good job.” She says.
Derek frowns. "I'm not sure I can do this. I'm not sure I can ever get back to where I was."
Eileen pats his shoulder. "Of course you can. You just have to keep working at it. You can’t expect your body to change overnight. It takes a lot of time and hard work.”
He nods. "I guess."
She smiles. "Just let me know when you want to go with me again.”
He nods. "Yeah, I'll do that."
She leaves him alone in the locker room and waits for him to change. He steps out sheepishly, but at least his clothes have gone from obscenely tight to just ill-fitting.
Eileen leads him outside and to the car. Once they get inside, she pulls Derek in for an embrace. She presses her breasts against his head and holds him there against her chest. He sighs and relaxes into her.
"I don’t want to go home alone. I want to be with you. I don’t think I could stand to not see you at least… at least once a week.” He stammers.
She runs her fingers through his messy hair. “I can try to make more time for you. I’m sure I’d have the time to make dinner for you once a week if I cleared my schedule.”
“I mean… that would be nice if you have the time. I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated.” He exhales deeply. “And I need you to make me healthy meals. No more pizza and pasta.”
She kisses his cheek. "I'll make you whatever you want."
He smiles. "Thank you."
Eileen takes Derek home and they promise to see each other more often.