Chapter 2 - getting settled

I slept in the next morning, tired from moving and digesting all the calories from the binge the previous night. By the time I woke up, Beth was already at the kitchen table working. She worked from home for some graphic design firm, her laptop was her office. She was eating away on the leftovers from last night.

"I heated up the extra Chinese, do you want any?" she asked.

I didn't really but I didn't have any food of my own in the apartment so I said yes. Before I could react, she had fixed me up another giant plate.

Beth ate as she worked. The tanktop showed off Beth's beefy flappy arms, her upper arms were rounder than my thighs. I wasn't grossed out by her arms but I was fascinated. Meanwhile, I barely noticed I had finished the leftover plate Beth had made me. Oof, so full. I had to remind myself I wasn't going to let Beth be a bad influence on me.

After my shower, I wore a towel around my body as I walked back to my room. I think Beth checked me out, which was kinda flattering, though I hope I don't have to tell her at some point that I'm not interested. I had dated a couple women in college but I wasn't into fat women.

Next, I went to the store and got some healthy, fresh food. I offered to make us dinner in return for the nice meal she had paid for yesterday. I made us broiled salmon with a nice citrus kale salad. Beth loved it and had a second portion of both.

"That was so great, Emmy. Time for dessert!" she said as her jiggly body headed towards the freezer.

She made us each a bowl of oreo ice cream, which is one of my favorites. Easily two and a half scoops in each bowl. Yet again, I wanted to turn it down but she had been so kind about my dinner, it was going to be baby steps to help my fat roommate eat better. I ate the ice cream, realizing it undid all the good work eating healthy since breakfast. Again, Beth had gotten me to eat to the point where I had a rounded belly.

The next day was my last day off before I started my new job. I decided to clean around the living room and wipe down everything. Beth offered to make me a turkey sub for lunch while I was cleaning. Hurray, she finally suggested something healthy! The final sub ended up having so many slices of cheese and mayo I might as well had a burger.

In celebration of my last night off, Beth offered to take me out to eat. At least I'd be able to pick something healthy off the menu this time. She showered and got herself in a cute maxi dress. I was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Yes, she was fat but she looked good when she put in the effort.

Beth drove us to a Mexican place, my feet mingled amongst the fast food wrappers resting at the bottom of her passenger seat. Once inside, we were seated at a candlelit table for two. My mind raced back to Beth checking me out as I got out of the shower, I hoped she didn't intend for this to be romantic. Please, please don't let my roommate go Single White Female on me.

Beth ordered the chimichangas while I ordered a burrito. The waiter dropped off a basket of chips and 4 kinds of salsa. I only meant to dip one chip in each salsa to try it but they were all so good. The waiter had to bring the two of us a third basket of chips before they even brought out our entrees.

No wonder Beth liked this place, the portions were huge. My burrito was gigantic, covered in a creamy sauce and stuffed with rich carnitas. I cut it in two, I'd save half for lunch or dinner tomorrow.

"Ooh," Beth saw that I cut my burrito in half, "Do you want to trade a chimichanga for half of that burrito?"

For a big woman, Beth moved fast. I didn't even have a chance to answer before she had extracted half a burrito and given me half of her plate. I gingerly tried the chimichanga, maybe I could pretend I didn't like it and give it back to her. Damn, it was good. A crispy, golden brown tortilla containing an amazing mix of steak, peppers and queso. I went back and forth between the two entrees on my plate. With every bite, I told myself it would be the last bite.

I finally stopped with about three bites of chimichanga left on my plate.

"Phew, I am done," I said.

"Aw, come on, you're almost done," said Beth. She picked up a piece of fried Mexican goodness with her fork and brought it towards my face. I kept my mouth shut.

"Come on, three more bites won't hurt," she said. It was getting awkward so I opened my mouth and she gently put the fattening bite inside of my mouth. We repeated the process for two more bites. I had to unbutton my pants under the table.

As I sat back in her car, my stuffed belly peeked out of my shirt. I could tell Beth saw it but she didn't say anything about it.

"Emmy, you are new in town. There's something you've gotta try right up here," said Beth.

"No, I'm good, we can just go home," I said.

"Nonsense, I don't want to be a bad tour guide," she said, pulling into an old fashioned drive-in with a fun retro vibe. I'd be into it if the thought of food didn't made me sick at the moment, "These are the best root beer floats in the state."

The waitress walked up and Beth opened the window.

"Two large root beer floats please," said Beth.

"Make mine small," I said. But the waitress was already gone. Soon, she came back with two giant floats. Beth drove us to a park where we watched the sunset as we sipped empty calories.