Chapter 1 is it fair?

Note to the reader: this story is written from a shifting, first person perspective. The point of view character can change between any two paragraphs. When it does so it shall be proceeded by a separate paragraph containing only the POV character’s name. Like so,


Adam

Ellen was the image of everything a man could reasonably hope for in a lover. The brunette was tall, thin, curvaceous, beautiful, kind, and funny. But my favorite “normal” thing about her is just how expressive she looks. Whether it’s emberassment, anger, sorrow, happiness, or horniness didn’t really matter. Whatever she felt, you knew it. When I allowed myself to be crass I would also praise her behind and her breasts, which were wonderfully pert, perky, firm, and pleasant to hold. Ellen even smelled good, like flowers and honey mixed with sex and a few other things that I can’t put a finger on. Ellen’s presence lit me on fire with lust nearly every time that I saw her. So, it was a good thing that Ellen completed my list of reasonable hopes by having a healthy sex drive as well. All I could still ask for was blatantly unreasonable. I wanted her to have sex with me every day, and sometimes twice. I wanted my girl to embody my fantasies by eating in excess as well. I wanted her perpetually shoving food into her mouth, always hungry for more. I wanted Ellen to gain a lot of weight too. Which is good, since those last two desires are kind of a package deal anyway.

I know it’s not a fair thing to ask, which is why it’s on my list of unreasonable wants. But I really never want Ellen to never stop gaining weight, ever again. I know that I like fat girls far more than is healthy. The only thing I like more is to see skinny girls who are becoming fat. Or, even better, to see already heavy women becoming even fatter. I suspect that’s what got me to get together with Ellen in the first place. It was never intentional, but it was oddly important to how things worked out. I thought back to how how I came to date Ellen.

About a year ago I was at my sister, Candice’s, house when I heard her on the phone with a friend from school. My sister’s friend was complaining to her that she always felt hungry and was having more trouble fighting off her cravings with each passing day. So, of course that got my attention. I was all ears from the second I heard it. My sister, Candice, would always talk on the phone using speaker phone. My sister’s telephonic behavior was always annoying, but it sometimes gave me interesting information too. When I moved out of my parents’ house I thought it would never matter for me again. I was wrong.

“I am so fat, and I just keep getting fatter. I’d better hurry up and get married before I’m so hideous that nobody will look at me twice.” Came a woman’s voice from my sister’s open door, immediately grabbing my attention as I sat on Candice’s living room couch. It was my first time visiting with my sister in years, so it annoyed me quite a bit that she’d stepped out to have an “important conversation.” My annoyance faded the moment I noticed what they were talking about I had to hear more, but I couldn’t get caught spying on Candice. But what I heard was just too exciting to ignore. So I quietly snuck next to her door to eavesdrop. Candice’s voice came out of her room, saying “Ellen, you aren’t fat. You’re like, ninety pounds, soaking wet. I wish I was half as skinny as you.” Then Ellen said “I'm sorry, but I have to tell somebody. It gets harder to resist eating everything I see with each time I deny myself. It doesn’t help that I keep comparing myself to what I was in high school in my head. I used to actually weigh ninety pounds, now I’m a hundred and four.” Which got my sister’s most sarcastic voice saying “Oohh, you poor thing!” before speaking in a more irritated tone, saying “I was one twenty when we met, and I’m shorter than you.” To be answered with “Yeah, but you’ve stayed the same weight for years now, while I’ve been steadily gaining weight. I’ve put on two or three pounds each year since we met. You know my mom used to be skinny right?” I remembered Ellen talking about her mom when we were kids. She was about three hundred pounds back then, and I loved the idea of Ellen getting that big herself Ellen kept talking. “She’s been gaining a bit more every year since then. What if that’s going to happen to me too?” Candice clearly had zero sympathy for her friend’s fears, and said “Just shut up. That’s pretty mucb everyone, and you’ll probably gain faster for the next few years now that you’re getting older. But you’ll be fine, just do some exercises or something and you’ll stay skinny.” Candice’s weight hadn’t changed noticeably since she finished growing, and she had no sympathy for her friend’s fears. Ellen began crying audibly as she said “I’m gonna end up like mom. I’ll be alone till the day I die.” Candice then said something that made me feel like my heart was about to explode out of my chest, “Listen, how about this? If you’re so terrified about being stuck alone once you’ve gained some weight, I can set you up on a blind date with my brother. I think he’s into that anyway.”

How the French fried fuck did my sister know that I like big girls? I never told Candice about that. I stood there wracking my mind over how she could have even suspected it. I’d never given her any reason to think I liked big girls other than dating a few of them. Then it hit me. I had ONLY dated bigger girls. I never once had a girlfriend who was lighter than me, and I’m about one eighty. I was torn from my thoughts by the sound of Candice saying goodbye and moving, probably standing up. So I ran back to the couch in a panic, moving as fast as I could without making a ruckus, to avoid being heard or seen.

Shortly after that Candice emerged from her room. I did my best to act inconspicuous, feeling like I might as well be whistling innocently in an obvious attempt to cover up guilt, like an old cartoon. Regardless, my sister didn’t seem to notice. She said, “Hey Adam, sorry to vanish for so long. But I’ve got good news for you! I think I landed you a blind date with an old high school buddy of mine!” Candice always had a way of acting well intentioned while being self serving. It always made me smile, even when I felt angry about it too. But here I was actually glad. I didn’t have to fake excitement after hearing that conversation either. I asked “Oh? How’d you even know I was in the market for a girlfriend?” Candice gave me an incredulous look and said “Really? Don’t make me answer that. I’m trying to be nice to you today, remember?”

Ellen

It was less than a week after talking to Candice that I ended up going to the County fair to meet her brother Adam. I’d never been on a blind date before. But I rarely ever dated anybody at all. I had shut down everyone who showed me any interest in high school, and started to regret it after a few years. Worse still, I spent my college years focused on my studies, and only really thought of relationships recently, spurred by events at home. My mom’s weight went up to three hundred and fifty pounds, and I know my father left her over her constant weight gain. So, when my weight started climbing too I began to panic. I did diet after diet, but they all ended the same way. I would do well at first, and lose weight quickly. Then I would cave into temptation and eat something fattening, aaaaannndd then I would say F*** it and inhale a ton of sweets, ending up a few pounds heavier than I had started. In hindsight the reason why was obvious. I wanted to be skinny, but I wanted food even more. More meals than not I stopped eating well before feeling full, for fear of ending up like my mom. God I miss being a teenager, having a metabolism fast enough that I could eat what I wanted and stay skinny as hell.

As I walked to the fair and thought about this, I ran into the man who Candice had described to me on the phone. He was about six feet tall, with short, brown, hair, a square jaw, and a thin nose, all on top of a moderately muscular build. When he noticed me the man said “Hey, Ellen?” when I nodded he continued, “Nice to meet you, I’m Adam.” Then he asked me, “So, are you familiar with this fair?” I shook my head and Adam said “Oh! Then I’ll have to show you the best parts. There’s this stage magician guy who I love, I’ve seen his show four times, and it never gets old, he’s always adding new tricks and mixing things up. It’s even close to the entrance, so it’s always my first stop.” I smiled and nodded, saying, “Oh, great. I’ll just let you lead then.” Guys always love doing that anyway, so I wasn’t even slightly surprised when he led the way, so happily that I half expected him to start skipping.

Adam

This was great. I loved Magni the Magnificent. Yes, his name was stupid, but he was the best damned stage Magician to ever live as far as I was concerned. Forget Houdini, it's Magni. So, I all but pulled Ellen to his tent in my excitement to share this with somebody. Then I was stopped in my tracks by a sign that I read out loud, as my excitement died, “We are sorry to announce that Magni the Magnificent's show has canceled today. Instead, the hypnotist Madam Claire will be performing in his place.“ I sighed deeply and Ellen said “Don’t worry Adam. I bet she’s pretty good too.” I nodded and said “Yeah, but I’ve wanted to show Magni to somebody for years.” Ellen took my hand and began walking into the tent, saying “Come on Adam! It’ll be a new experience!”

Claire

“I got it!” I half whispered, half shouted in excitement, “Claire the Clairvoyant.” Then I sighed and said “No, if I use that as a stage name here then Magni fans will think I just ripped off his name.” while shaking my head. I looked at the time, saying “Well, at least Claire really is my name.” I said as I put on my top hat and grabbed my suitcase. “Whatever, I’ve got a show to do,” so I began to walk toward the stage, swinging my suitcase with each step and mumbling “Hypno Claire? Nah. Claire the omniscient? Hell no. Claire. . .”

When I got onto the stage there were a grand total of two guests here. A man and a woman with brown hair and eyes. I groaned and slumped my shoulders as I looked over the, mostly empty, seats. The man stood up and nodded his head toward the exit, so I ran to the front of the stage and shouted “No! Don’t go. This is perfect!” The man stared at me and said “What? Do you want to use us as guinea pigs to test material on or something?” I would disregard what the man said as paranoid, except that he was absolutely correct. I said “Y- I mean no. I mean, maybe?” as the woman put a hand over her mouth and giggled. I said “Fine. Kind of. But, please?” The woman put a hand on the man’s shoulder and said “Come on Adam. Maybe it’ll be good.” He shrugged and said “Eh, its only a few minutes. Sure.” So I waved the two up and said “Come on up. I’m sure you’ll be glad you did.” They began walking to the stage without protest or complication.

I asked the couple “So, rather than making one of you clap like a seal or something, I’ll ask you two what you’d like to do. Is there anything in particular you’d like? If neither of you come up with anything, then I’ll ask.” Ellen responded with “Well, this is our first date. So, I’ve got a fun idea.” Then she looked at the man and said “Adam, if you’re okay with it, how about we each tell the other a secret. Like, what’s your greatest fear or something.” Adam smiled and answered “Can I ask something personal?” to which Ellen laughed and said “You know what? Sure. One rule,” holding up one finger as she finished, “You can’t ask me what will make me sleep with you. Anything else is fine.” Adam laughed and said “Okay, what if I ask you what you’re most secretive desire is?” Ellen laughed and said “Is this a trick to get to the other one? You know what? Sure. But you go first, and I won’t do it if you don’t tell me something good. I’ll even ask you the same question that you ask me. Adam nodded and said “Yeah, sure, deal. You know what, let’s ask about greatest fears too.” An idea jumped to my mind and I said “Oh! I wanted to try this. I want to see if I can kill your fears. Like, I want to do hypno-therapy for real, not just as a stage show. So I’d love to have a practice subject for it.” The couple nodded, then I asked them, “Now, which of you wants to go first?” Adam chuckled, saying “Well, the deal was me. So hit me.”

I don’t know why, but I could feel myself sweating as I set up my, admittedly silly, Hypno wheel. It was a large wheel divided into segments that made a rainbow of colors. Ellen asked me “Ooohh, is it magic?” pointing at the wheel as Adam smirked silently. I said “Maybe. It is a bit of a trade secret, but know that it works!” the truth is that this works a bit better if the person being hypnotized believes it will work. So, cheesy props like a pocket watch or a wheel work surprisingly well, the subject just has to believe it will work. It also works better if the subject isn’t concentrating on anything in particular. So these work better if they distract the subject’s mind too.

Adam

On some level I felt that this was absurd. But I really did want this girl to like me. She’s pretty, I like her personality so far, and I suspect she’ll fail in her diet and put on some weight. So, the future looks bright if we get together. Claire spun her little wheel as I watched and I stared into it as the stage magician looking woman spoke.

Suddenly Ellen was laughing hysterically, “Wait, what?” I asked, as Claire smiled and said “Done, and it works a lot faster if the subject is distracted.” Ellen, still laughing, said “Like by their dick?” Slapping her knee as she gave off a guffaw, I sighed and asked “What did I say?” cringing in anticipation of what it could be. Ellen spoke before Claire could, saying “First, you said that your deepest fear is that you’ll be alone, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, same here I bet,” and I asked “And the desire?” for Ellen to keep laughing as Claire sighed deeply, slumping her shoulders. The hypnotist said “I’ll answer that one.” And shot Ellen a nasty look, saying “It should be somebody with some tact.” Then she looked back to me and spoke as Ellen kept laughing, harder than ever. Claire said “You said that your deepest desire was,” and she looked down at her hands as she nervously steepled her fingers. The hypnotist said “To watch a girl get fatter than you’d thought possible, while she slept with you and ate absurd amounts every single day, always wanting more. You, uuumm, kind of ranted for a bit.” I could feel my face heat up witn embarrassment and fear as I turned to Ellen, who laughed “Maybe I should go. Or you’ll make me fatter and fatter and-“ at which point laughter stopped her speech and she said “Claire didn’t lie, you ranted a lot.”

After I learned that you can’t actually die of embarrassment, by continuing to breathe, Ellen said, “Okay, sorry. I don’t want to kink shame, but that caught me off guard.” Before collecting herself, and saying, “Alright, deal’s a deal, my turn.” And turning to face Claire as she said “Hit me.” With a playful grin.

Claire directed Ellen to look at her hypno wheel, saying “Alright, look at the wheel and relax. Ten, nine, eight. . .” before Claire hit four Ellen’s face took on a dream-like expression. Ellen didn’t even wait to say anything beyond the counting before she asked Ellen, “Alright Ellen. I will ask you the same thing I asked Adam. What is your greatest fear?” Ellen spoke like she was barely even awake, “I am terrified that I will end up like my mom, fat, unloved, and alone.” That sounds about right, given her talk with Candice. Claire then asked “Alright, and what is your greatest desire?” Ellen said “To be able to eat whatever I want, without fear that I’ll be alone because of it.” Claire then did something surprising and said “and this is for laughing.” As I stared in shock. She then said “Ellen. You will forget about your fears, they will mean nothing to you, ever again. You will eat whatever you want, and know that you not be alone.” She then turned to me and smirked, saying “I bet you’ll like this, besides it might make her happy too,” and returning her gaze to Ellen, saying, “In fact, you will never again deny yourself when you want,” she smiled at me, adding “Something that you want, if you want food you will eat, and if you want to have sex you will ask your boyfriend,” then she looked nervous for a second and added “Unless you would hurt yourself, then don’t. Oh! And stop if he asks you to,” pointing at me. Then Claire looked at me and said “Keep me posted on whether that even works, and don’t you dare laugh at my hypnosis or my subjects!” then, without waiting for an answer from me, she turned to Ellen and snapped her fingers.

Ellen

As I stared at Claire’s wheel, I saw it spinning faster and faster. Eventually the colors began to bleed together. I heard Claire’s voice speaking, but couldn’t quite tell what she said. As I watched the colors spinning together, I couldn’t help but think that they looked like a cheeseburger. The red parts were ketchup, the yellow was mustard or cheese. The beige parts were serene seeds. Even colors I hadn’t seen before seemed to materialize, I bit my lip as I stared. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a burger more than I did then. It wasn’t that I was hungry, no, I just wanted to eat.

Suddenly I heard another voice. It wasn’t Claire, or even Adam, it was my mom, she said “I’ve been so hungry for so long, dieting every day for nothing. Less than nothing even, I’ve only gained weight. It’s inevitable, I might as well enjoy myself if I’ll keep gaining anyway.” Next came Candice’s voice, it said “Don’t worry, I’ll hook you up with my brother. I think he’s into that anyway.” Then came my own voice, saying, “You ranted, a lot.” Then came Adam’s hypnotized voice, saying “Fatter and fatter and fatter and. . .” Repeating himself excessively while my memory of Claire awkwardly watched and I laughed.

Suddenly, I was standing in the center or Claire’s stage once again. I asked Claire “Okay, what did I say?” as my stomach rumbled loudly. Adam laughed briefly, then bit his tongue to stop as Claire answered me, “You said that your biggest fear was that,” then she paused for a moment and said, “That you’d end up alone, like your mom. And your biggest desire was that you could eat whatever you wanted, without worrying about being alonr for it.” Her words made sense, I love food, probably more than I should, and fear of ending up like my mom was why I usually didn’t eat. My stomach growled again and Adam laughed. I started to say something and bit my tongue. He deserved a good laugh after how I reacted to his hypnosis. So I said “Har dee har-har. Very funny.” For my stomach to growl and Adam to laugh even harder, then I said “Fine, laugh it up chubby chaser.” For my stomach to growl again. Claire spoke over Adam’s newest fit of laughter to say “Well, if you’re hungry, the fair food fest starts in twenty minutes, at eleven, so people can get an early lunch if they want. Its next door to my tent even. I’d recommend the triple Boca Burger.” Then she smiled and looked at Adam, saying “What? I’m a vegetarian.” As she put her hands on her hips and pouted, saying “Whatever, they do meat too.” Then adding, “Abby’s Burger Barn is my favorite. But there are like, a dozen food stands at the food fest. So, world's your oyster. Good timing too, if you go now, you can beat the lines.

As Claire spoke one thought played on repeat in my mind. I want food, I want it, so I’ll eat it, I'll eat everything I want.