The Trouble With Elroy

Chapter 1

“Carrie, you’ve got to be kidding me,” said Stephanie as she sat upon a stool by the kitchen island, hacking away at a pint of strawberry ice cream.

“What?” Carrie asked, feigning innocence as she emerged from the hallway wearing a dress that appeared to have been painted directly on her bulging body.

“You are not going to wear that out, are you?” Stephanie asked rhetorically, knowing full well thatcher cousin Carry had every intention of doing just that.

“Why not?” Carrie said rebelliously as she spun around in the center of the kitchen. “I just bought this dress. Don’t you like it?”

“It’s a beautiful dress,” said Stephanie, “and it would have looked beautiful on you about seventy-five pounds ago.”

“You think it’s too tight?” Carrie asked, turning sideways so that the roundness of her belly’s profile could be more easily observed as it stuck out a good two feet in front of her, her massive breasts sitting on top of it like two ripened watermelons and her enormous backside bouncing around behind her.

“Tight?” Stephanie snickered. “I mean can you even breathe in that thing?”

Carrie let her obscenely long tongue come jutting out of her mouth as she gasped for air, letting her abdominal muscled relax and causing her already big mound of a belly come avalanching out even more over her hefty waist. “Okay, I know it’s too tight,” she confessed, “but it’s worth it when I see the look on my man’s face. I know how much Elroy likes it when I show off my curves.”

“Yeah I’m sure he does,” Stephanie retorted.

“It’s especially hot at the end of the night, after he’s taken me out and stuffed me full of food until I am busting at the seams. Then he takes me back to his hotel and rips my clothes off of me, and then we — “

“Um, okay, ‘cuz,” Stephanie interjected, “a little too much TMI there!”

“Sorry,” Carrie said bashfully, “I just get so excited about seeing him. You know he’s been so busy with the corporate merger he’s been working, I hardly get to see him at all these days it seem.”

“Well just how fat are you going to get for this guy?” Stephanie asked with an air of genuine concern. “I mean, I understand it’s like a fetish that guys are into, the whole feedism thing. But at a certain point, you’re going to start getting too big to move or even take care of yourself if you keep gaining weight like this. Is Elroy going to be there to take care of you?”

“Of course he is,” said Carry reassuringly, “besides, we’re not going to let it go that far.”

“Are you sure?” Stephanie asked. “Do you know that’s not what he wants? I mean, you hear these stories about guys who fatten up their girlfriends until they’re so huge that they can’t walk of do anything, and then they just dump them and find some other skinny-bitch that they can fatten up, and they start the whole cycle all over again with someone else.”

“That’s just an urban myth,” Carrie said as she grabbed her clutch which had been waiting her on the kitchen counter.

“Well, when am I going to meet this guy?” Stephanie asked. “You’ve been seeing him for like four months now, and all I hear is stories and see some random photos of him on your phone. Why doesn’t he come by the house sometime?”

“He’s a very busy man,” Carrie said, sounding a bit defensive, “he’s got a lot going on and he doesn’t like to be kept wait. So I’ve got to go!”

“Okay,” said Stephanie, relenting on her inquisitive tirade for the moment. “Where are you meeting him?”

“The old hotel on Main Street downtown,” Carrie said, “that’s where he stays when he’s in town.”

“I see.”

“But I’ve got to stop by the restaurant first,” Carrie said as she quickly examined and prepped herself in the mirror near the doorway, checking that her hair and makeup were just right, “I need to pick up those invoices for my dad.”

“I see.”

When Carrie arrived at the diner that her father owned, she was greeted by the head waitress, who informed her that there was someone waiting for her. Carrie’s heart leapt inside of her chest, as she thought for a moment that it might actually be Elroy surprising her by meeting her there. When she looked though, she could see that in fact it was not Elroy who was waiting for her.

“Hey, Carrie,” waved the young man sitting alone at the diner counter, sipping on a cup of coffee, “I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

“Hey, Leon,” Carrie said as she made her way over to where he was sitting, trying not to sound quite as disappointed as she felt. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Leon said, his face beaming with joy as he watched his corpulent crush make her way over toward him. “Wow! You look amazing, Carrie!”

“You think?” Carrie said as she again spun around in place, showing off her tightly enveloped curves. “My cousin Stephanie was telling me that this dress is too tight for me.”

“Oh, I think it’s perfect,” said the young man, swallowing hard as he spoke, his heart racing and his mind reeling with the though of what lay under that tightly-fitting dress.

“Well, thank you, Leon,” Carrie said, looking and feeling a bit more confident and for less defensive than she had been before, “I’m glad someone appreciates me.”

Carrie went about her business of grabbing the invoices that her father needed from the restaurant, and quickly made her way out the door, barely even taking the time to say goodbye top her friend Leon or any of the staff members at the restaurant. She was anxious to see her beloved Elroy, and so she sped off to the hotel where they were to meet.

She pulled up to the valet and hopped out of her car, dropping a twenty dollar bill and the keys to her car in the valet’s hand. Scurrying through the revolving door at the front of the old Main Street Hotel, she dashed across the lobby just fast as her chubby tree-trunk legged could carry her.

“Hello, sir,” Carrie said cordially to the man behind the counter, barely able to breathe after all of the energy she’d just exerted. “Mister Elroy Montague’s room please.”

“Are you Miss Barroni.” the man asked.

“Yes,” she answered, “that’s me.”

“A note for you, miss.”

The gentleman handed Carrie a slip of paper, and her heart sank inside of her chest, as she knew all too well what the note was going to say. She walked back out the revolving doors, kicked off her high heel shoes and sat on the grand steps that led back down to the valet station. Opening up the note, she braced herself as she read the words written upon it, trying her best not show her hurt and devastation on her face.

“Dammit, Elroy,” she said under her breath, “not again!”