Chapter 2 - she just cant stay away

I gulp down another spoonful of ice cream. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm supposed to be on a diet, supposed to be watching what I eat.
Another spoonful, it's so good!
I'm supposed to be losing weight, supposed to be able to fit my blubbery butt into all those old jeans again. What am I doing to myself! I should stop...
(clink)
My spoon hits the bottom of the beaker. There's nothing left. It's all disappeared into my greedy belly.
Yvonne's smiling; she's looking at me with her big bedroom eyes.
"You sure were hungry."
I lean back in my chair, a low groan makes its way up from my stomach and out past my lips.
"I can see why you haven't been losing any weight."
"Gee, thanks." I mumble; my face red and hot. "This is all your fault you know."
"Is it? I'm sorry." She laughs, doesn't sound like she's very sorry at all. Her arm reaches under the table; slim fingers pinch my soft squishy midriff. "It looks to me like you've been doing pretty well without my help."
"Well, I... that's just..." I'm sputtering, trying desperately to explain away all these new pounds and inches.
Suddenly her hand is on top of mine.
"You know... I really miss you."
I blink and try to avert my gaze from hers. But I just can't help it; I'm drawn in by those big green eyes.
"Yeah, me too." I say, unable to stop myself.
She smiles and squeezes my chubby hand. Then she looks at her watch.
"Sorry, I've gotta go. But I'd love it if you'd stop by my place tomorrow. It'd be nice to talk again."
I nod and she leaves, waving as she walks out the door.
***
I sit on my bed, staring into my closet at an old pair of jeans. They used to be my favourites. Now I can't even get them up over my big hefty hips. They just keep getting smaller. Well, it's really me who keeps getting bigger...
I know what'll happen if I go to her. I know I won't be able to resist. There'll be no chance of those jeans ever fitting me again.
But it's not like I've been doing all that well on my own. I'm still gorging myself. I just can't help snacking. I've tried to control my appetite, but it's so hard. There are temptations everywhere, it's just so easy to give in. Maybe I should go to her. Just once, couldn't hurt to just visit her.
***
I ring the doorbell and wait, a lump in my throat. I'm pulling at my clothes, straightening them out just to keep my hands occupied. I've tried to put on something nice. A cute top and a pair of proper pants that still sort of fit. They're just a little tight. My fluttering belly's pushing against the fabric.
The door opens and Yvonne greets me with a beaming smile.
"Hey there, I was wondering when you were gonna show. You look very nice." She gestures towards my outfit.
"Thanks." I say, with a little giggle. I'm trying my best to sound casual.
She invites me in and sits me down on the couch, in what used to be my spot. There's a plate of delicious looking donuts on the coffee table.
"Thought you might like some snacks"
"Well... I guess one couldn't hurt." I say, but I know it will.
Yvonne sits down next to me and for a while we just talk. We talk about how we've been, what we've been doing, all that. As we talk the donuts disappear, one by one they're lost inside my hungry tummy. Soon enough the plate is empty.
Yvonne giggles.
"Oh dear, looks like we're already out of snacks. I'll got get you some more."
She walks off into the kitchen and returns with another, even larger plate full of sugary treats.
"I made these ones myself."
I try to object, but before I've gotten a single word out she's pushed one gently passed my lips. Once it's on my tongue I can't help myself. It's heavenly, so sweet, so rich and creamy, so deliciously bad for my figure. Yvonne leans in towards me with another donut.
"I... I shouldn't." I try to protest.
"Oh really," she teases. "Why not?"
"Because... because I'll get fat."
"Honey..." she grabs herself a handful of my love handles. "You already are."
My heart is leaping in my chest, my tummy is aflutter and my ears burn like the sun.
"I know, but..."
"But?"
"I just... I'm not sure if it's a good idea..."
"You've already had one whole plate. I think it's a bit late to be worrying about that."
"Yes, but..."
My mouth's watering, my belly cries to be fed. I scour my brain for a reason, any reason why I shouldn't bite into that delicious pastry, why I shouldn't just let my appetite take me away. I know there are reasons, good ones probably, but I can't seem to remember them.
Taking that bite would be like giving up, like admitting that I'm a lazy gluttonous fatty. Summoning my every last ounce of willpower I try as hard as I can to find the strength to resist.
Yvonne leans in towards me. She pushes the sweet treat against my lips. I can't help myself, I take a bite, just a small one, then another, and another...
"That's my girl." Yvonne says, patting the jellylike expanse of my belly.
One donut vanishes and another's brought to my lips. As I bite into it, and savour all those delicious calories, I find myself realising just how much I've missed all this.