Chapter 7 - a happy ending

When Lorna came back to consciousness it was dark in the room. She checked at her mobile and found out that she had slept for over ten hours! She had finished her cake and pastry massacre on the late afternoon, and now the time was four 'clock in the morning! Her stomach still felt very full, but the painful straining was gone. Her clothes were a mess, too! Her shirt must have shrunk during the last day, she could pull it over her potbelly, but it didn't stay there! The jacket she'd worn the last day was lying in the remains of cake and cream, one table afar. She never would get the grease spots out of the fabric, but on the other hand she doubted that this jacket would fit her any longer! It had been quite snug lately, and after yesterday's pigging out she was sure she could never close the buttons over her newly enlarged belly. To close the waistband of her skirt proved to be the next laborious task. In the last years she had formed the habit to wear skirts or trouser with a more flexible waistband. But even this elastic band could only be stretched to a certain length. Now this possibility to lengthen was at his outmost limit and there still was about two inches of fat pad to close! Sluggish she heaved her noticeable expanded body out of the chair. With both hands holding skirt (and belly) she slowly waddled to a nearby couch. Arriving there she threw herself flat on her back and with bated breath and 'sucked in' belly she struggled to close the buttons of her skirt. A few minutes later she had succeeded. The skirt was buttoned, but she was sure that any fast movement or any additional strain would either burst the fabric or pop the buttons! After resting to catch her breath Lorna slowly and cautiously tried to get up from the couch. As she had expected, the strained fabric of her skirt creaked alarmingly. She slowly waddled to the exit, but stopped dead in her tracks after a thought had crossed her mind. Maybe she should search the house for some evidence of the happening or maybe some written down memories of the three strange women. Maybe there was some material for a good novel to find! Wheezing like an old steam engine she climbed the stairs to the upper floor.
Searching for anything useful was not too complicated. During the next few hours she found out nearly anything about the 'Three Sisters'. Maribel and Maria had constantly filled diaries with all the happenings in their very, very long life. They had described all, from the very beginning of their relationship with the goddess, how the curse worked, what they had done to stay in service for her deity and even their fear that really sometime one might come and do the unthinkable. It seemed nearly impossible that this event would happen, so they thought, because nobody would be able to devour that abundance of food which had to be provided for the binding curse! 'Oh! So I'm a tremendously hoggish pig, to devour all that goodies before the time was over!' Lorna thought by herself while showing a slightly jaundiced smile. 'In my feeding frenzy I really managed to swallow an amount of food never to be eaten by one alone! Maybe my ex was right with indicating that I'm an uncontrollable eating machine! .... But who cares! He's gone and I can live my life like I prefer! And all this diaries will be a good basis for at least two, if not more novels!' Satisfied with those thoughts she continued her search of the upper floor. In Mae's rooms she found no diaries, but a few interesting documents. They all were newly dated and signed. She took them for later inspection and left the rooms. After finishing her search of the upper floor she climbed down the stairs to roam through the ground floor. The whole house was silent, except the creaking of the wooden floorboards which broke the silence with every step she made. She searched through the ground floor, but except a large kitchen and the well-known dining room was nothing of interest to find. Again she made herself on her way to the exit when a hushed knocking and a faint voice reached her ears.
It was for Timmy as if he had slept for a whole day as he woke up, still on the chair where he had fallen asleep. His mind was clearer than it had been the last few weeks. The fatigue was gone and so was the haze which had entangled his thoughts. There was no urge to stuff himself, no dominating voice in his head telling him to eat, eat and eat. Somehow the terrible curse which had so much changed his life was gone! Gone too was the effect of Mae's magical milk, the extremely accelerated digestion. So his stomach still was filled with a large amount of the cake he'd devoured before falling asleep. He looked at his bloated belly which rolled over his large thighs and then touched the boobs he'd grown in these dreadful days since he got captured by the sisters. Then he examined his chubby hands, holding them in front of his face. Yes, the sisters and their controlling magic were gone, but the results of their treatment had obviously remained! He grabbed his fat paunch with both hands and angrily shook the bulge of blubber his formerly flat belly had become. He had to find a way out of here and he had to get rid of these rolls of fat he'd developed during the endless feeding. He struggled to his feed, an effort which nearly left him breathless. His legs, not accustomed to the exceeding weight gain, trembled to such an extent that the layers of fat at his thighs began to wobble! Slowly putting a foot ahead of the other and with both hands holding his shaking potbelly he made his way to the door. It was no surprise for Timmy to find the door locked. Exhausted from the few meter of dragging his fat body from the chair to the door and yielded by his despair he sank to his knees and started to sob. The sobbing and snuffling were the only noises to hear in the abandoned house. Her he was, sobbing on his knees, a fat and desperate man, caught alone in the cellar of the witches' house. After a while of silent weeping he heard the creaking of the floorboards above his head! Heavily panting he struggled to get onto his feet, but the muscles of his legs proved to be too weak for his massive body! So he had to stay on his knees while hammering at the door and beckoning for help!
Lorna listened carefully to find a direction were this faint noises came from. She walked back into the kitchen; here the hammering and the calling for help were much more noticeable. Once she had walked around the large table I the middle of the room, she could see a big trap door. She hadn't noticed it before, because then she had only a brief look into the room. The opened hatch revealed stairs going down into a large cellar. The noises clearly came from down there. So she went down to search for the source of the calls. Reaching the bottom of the vault she saw a massive wooden door, now precisely to recognize at the source of the hammering. She pulled back the bar and opened the door. There she looked at a kneeing and naked man, with a red head and drenched in tears. Seeing her into the doorframe seemed to relieve him, but recognizing a woman and his exposed condition his cheeks got even darker. He stammered a few words to thank her and introduced himself as Timmy. She remembered this name from the documents she took from Mae's room and then offered him a hand to help him up. It took a lot of effort from both of them to get him onto his feet. To bring him up the stairs was another time consuming and exhausting undertaking. He was definitely not accustomed to his enormous weight, and so both of them had an exhaustive struggle to reach the ground floor. Finally they made it to one of the couches in the living room, Lorna slowly waddling aside of Timmy, assisting the stumbling man as much as possible. Heavily breathing they collapsed on the couch. After a few minutes of wheezing Timmy was able to tell her his story. As he finished with his plan to get back into his old life Lorna negatively shook her head. She gave him a stern look and then told him that there was no 'old life' he could go back to! She showed him all the documents signed by him, where he had authorized Mae to cancel his flat, to sell his car and to complete the destruction his resignation at the publishing house! Totally dumbfounded he looked at her, speechless by the revelations made. Then Lorna grabbed his belly with both hands, lifted the flabby rolls up and let go off them. The paunch smacked back at his thighs, all the fat wobbling and shaking! She looked at the shocked man and explained: "Let me tell you something, from one fatty to another! And you can believe me, I know what I'm talking of! After all what Mae has done to your body, all the expanding of your stomach and piling on the pounds there's no way back to your former slim life! She had overfed you for all the time, so your stomach is much, much bigger than before, and so will be your hunger! You will have to struggle only to keep your weight at this level!" After a short silence to give Timmy time to handle the things heard she shyly smiled at him and continued: "And I must admit I find you quite handsome, big man! Let's find something to cover all this roundness and then I drive us to my home. There we can have a longer talk about the future!"
About six month later the first volume of "The Three Sisters" by Lorna & Tim Crown was published. It turned out to be a bestseller and so it was with the second and third volume. Visitors of the book signing at the publication of volume three swear that the writer-couple had looked as if just escaped from a one year long captivity by their protagonists!

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