chapter 14

All I could say was "oh." There was no emotion; neither sadness nor anger. As I walked out of her room, there was only numbness; a surprised emptiness.

Carolyn watched me go and then climbed back into her bed, shouting at me to close her bedroom door. As the next few hours crawled by, I sat in the chair replaying the moment and her comment over and over in my mind and found myself getting more and more annoyed.
Eventually, I was pacing the room. I wanted to rant; I wanted to vent, but there was nobody to talk to and then I realised that the only person I wanted to talk to was Abigail anyway. I looked out of the window and was frustrated to see the armed guards still on the path. Then I became even more aggravated when I saw Frank heading towards the house, once again followed by several other servants pushing carts.

As they came through the door and began arranging the carts around the table, Carolyn walked out of her bedroom and gave me her big beautiful smile. I was actually dreading seeing her again as I was expecting an awkward atmosphere, but it seemed that she either could not remember the way she spoke to me earlier or was pretending that it never happened

"I'm starving," was all she said.

"Glad to hear it," shouted Frank from the kitchen and he brought Carolyn another glass of the pink fruit juice which she drank down in one go and waggled at him, hinting for a refill. Frank was only too happy to oblige and he linked arms with Carolyn, talking softly to her as he led her to the table in the kitchen.

This time, the servants left the food on the carts and as soon as Carolyn sat down, they began to pile up a plate and placed it in front of her. The first course was chicken covered in a cheese sauce, served with creamy mashed potatoes. Carolyn ate it all very quickly and immediately lit a cigarette as the servants began to fill a second plate and Frank refilled her glass with the pink fruit juice.
The second course was stir fried vegetable noodles with fish and pasta covered in a thick creamy sauce. It was served with thick slices of garlic bread, dripping with butter. Once again, Carolyn ate as if she were starving and when she finished, leaned back in her chair, lit a cigarette and motioned for Frank to fill her glass again. She had easily fallen into a routine that appeared to have become second nature to her and I realised that she would gain weight very quickly if this were maintained. It looked like Prince Khalid's plan to fatten her would easily succeed.

I was torn between my desire to watch Carolyn eat and my concern about the inevitable outcome. I still found it incredibly erotic to see Carolyn stuff herself so much, and I did like the additional curves she had gained in the weeks I had known her, but I also knew that Prince Khalid wanted her to gain huge amounts of weight and become obese. Although wrestling with my conscience, I did go into the kitchen to watch Carolyn eat the third course which was a mixed grill: Gammon, steak, sausages and chops served with eggs and french fries. I noticed that the plate and food was covered with a thin layer of grease showing that it had all been fried.

Carolyn did not eat this as quickly as the other courses and as she finished and leaned back I could see her stomach was once again full and swollen. Frank looked at it and nodded to himself as he cleared away her plate and I noticed the way he smirked at me as one of the other servants placed a large lemon cheesecake on the table. Frank did not even slice it up. Instead, he waited for Carolyn to finish her cigarette, then gave her a spoon and told her to eat as much as she wanted. He also refilled her glass with more of the pink fruit juice.

Carolyn began alternately sipping her drink and eating a spoonful on cheesecake. Once again, it seemed to have become an automatic, almost mechanical, process. As I left the kitchen, I caught Frank's eye and signalled that I wanted to speak to him privately.

"May I try some of that fruit juice?" I asked when we were alone in the living room. Frank looked at me with surprise.

"Absolutely not!" he replied.

"Thought you may say that!" I nodded. I had noticed that Frank, and only ever Frank, gave Carolyn the juice. The other servants did not even touch the bottle, and Frank was always very cautious with it. He carried it with him at all times and I was convinced that it had something to do with Carolyn's strange behaviour, including her increased appetite and the way she was excessively force feeding herself. I looked through at her and noticed that she had eaten almost all of the cheesecake, and although I could see beads of sweat on her forehead and tears in her eyes, she seemed determined to finish the last few spoons, forcing herself to eat them.

I watched horrified as Carolyn swallowed the last mouthful and slumped sideways on the chair. Both Frank and I rushed through to her and as the servants cleared all but one of the food carts away we tried to get Carolyn to sit up straight. It just was not possible for her! I could see that the skin on her belly was stretched tight and her stomach was completely stuffed solid. I was worried that moving her may cause physical harm.

Carolyn feebly tried to lift her arm to reach for her cigarettes, but even that small movement caused her to groan in pain. Frank took a cigarette out for her and put it to her lips, but as he went to light it, Carolyn opened her mouth and let it fall to the floor.

"No... point..." she gasped. "Can't... breathe!"

"Perhaps we should send for the doctor?" I suggested, but Frank shook his head. I tried to argue, but he interrupted.

"No point, mate," he said. "What do you think the doctor will be able to do for our little piggy? Besides, Abigail's very busy, but I do report back to her daily, so I'll make sure she knows about this."

We both looked at Carolyn, me with concern; Frank with an expression of what I could only describe as pride. She had closed her eyes and her breathing was still very shallow and obviously painful for her.
"I think she needs to be laid down," I muttered, thinking back to our first meal at the restaurant in London. I thought Carolyn was stuffed then, but she was eating a lot more now. I compared how I had her walking all over the city to her time on the island, where she just laid around all day. Suddenly, I could see how all of this gluttony with no exercise would quickly lead to a very fat Carolyn and I realised that Prince Khalid was right: there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was torn away from these thoughts by Frank.

"Lying her down is a great idea," he agreed. "Keep thinking like that and you'll be one of us in no time. You'll be looking for ways to make this belly bigger too!"

I frowned at him, but he just laughed and pushed the last food cart one way and pulled the table round the other which left a wide gap by Carolyn. One of the other servants returned with what appeared to be a hospital stretcher, which Frank lowered to match the height of Carolyn's chair. The other servant gently lifted her legs and slid them onto the stretcher as Frank coaxed her to shuffle slowly sideways. Once again, I could see the tears in Carolyn's eyes every time she moved, but Frank supported her back and kept telling her how well she was doing. Eventually, Carolyn was sat on the stretcher, and Frank gently helped her lay flat on her back. Carolyn groaned and rubbed her swollen stomach as she was wheeled into her bedroom, where Frank and the other servant lifted the top of the stretcher onto the bed. They slid it out from beneath Carolyn, leaving her laid on top of the sheets. The move was so swiftly and perfectly carried out that it was clear they had done it regularly.

As she laid there, Carolyn's body seemed to adjust to the large amount she had eaten, releasing natural pain killers and taking energy to keep the digestion process going. I noticed her breathing became easier and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

"Would you like to do the honours?" asked Frank, handing me the bottle of sun tan lotion. "I have seen how enviously you watch me every day."

"Why on earth would she need this in her bedroom after sunset" I asked, looking at the label.

"Well, it's not really sun tan lotion, you idiot!" laughed Frank. "Let me show you how to massage her body as you rub it in."

Frank taught me really well and I was a quick learner. As I felt my fingers sinking into the layer of fat on Carolyn's things and massaged the soft flesh of her arms, I was almost overcome with excitement, but he saved the best for last! When I lathered the mystery lotion onto the tight round dome of her stomach, Frank showed me how to gently push down to aid her digestion and release any uncomfortable build-up of wind. The feeling of pleasure I got from this was possibly the greatest thrill I had ever experienced in my life and I realised Frank was right: I really did want to make Carolyn fatter!`