chapter 22

Abigail arrived early in the morning as promised and made the still drowsy Carolyn stand on the scales.

"What is your weight?" asked the doctor in a very official tone. I thought was a strange question as Abigail would clearly be able to see the numbers on the scale if she moved around, but I assumed she was too busy with her other tests. As Carolyn blinked the sleep out of her eyes to bring the digits into focus, Abigail was measuring her waist with a tape measure and callipers, and entering the data into her tablet.

Carolyn smugly reported a six pound gain. Abigail looked down at the scales to verify the claim and nodded.

"Well, I guess you have easily hit your target with two days to spare," said Abigail sadly. "Although, I do need to warn you that your Body Mass Index is now 28.9 which is at the top end of overweight and about to hit obese!" The doctor poked Carolyn's stomach and cupped her well rounded bottom with one hand lifting the plump cheeks. "Are you going to reconsider or do I need to set you another target?"

Carolyn shrugged and looked at me with a smile.

"I can easily go another week," she said. "You may as well give up on your ridiculous programme."

"Surely you don't want to cross the boundary into obese?" I said, hoping that Carolyn would change her mind, but she was too stubborn to refuse Abigail's challenge.

"I will not be dictated to!" she said. "I just want to enjoy myself." With a smile she turned to Abigail and asked with that sarcastic tone of voice that I had come to really dislike, "So, what's for breakfast, Doctor?"

Abigail did not even answer. She walked out of the room in disgust, but when I followed her, I noticed that she had the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. Making sure the door was closed so Carolyn could not hear, she whispered to me about the firmness of the fat on Carolyn's body.

"I would love to study her further," said Abigail. "It is almost as if she'd been bred to be fattened. No wonder The Duchess is so excited about her! Maybe it is the amount she is eating or the way her belly is stretching, but by this point, the fat is usually becoming quite soft and saggy. Have you noticed how Carolyn's belly is growing out and round?" I nodded. I had certainly watched the way her body had grown as she continued to stuff herself and those memories excited me, but I was still concerned.

"I understand that you have no intention to stop fattening Carolyn..." I began, but Abigail put up her hand to stop me.

"Can you finish with the fake concern?" she sighed. "I can tell how much you enjoy seeing Carolyn eat and how much you want to get your hands of that soft round body." Abigail raised her eyebrows. "I can see how even talking about it causes a reaction," she added as she nodded pointedly to my groin.

I glowed red with embarrassment, but Abigail ignored me and continued, "So make a decision now. Either get on a plane, go back to London and forget about Carolyn like you have with so many other girls before her, or embrace the situation, help me fatten her and shut the *** up about it!"

I had no idea how to react. Part of me was taken aback by Abigail's outburst and although she was younger than me, I felt like a chastised child. However, I also recognised that she was right! There was no way I could get Carolyn off the island without help, there was no way I was going to be able to stop the fattening process without getting her away from the island, so I had to accept the situation and I may as well accept my enjoyment of it too - as long as I found some way to stop the Duchess taking her back to the Black Forest!

Our conversation could go no further as Carolyn walked out of her bedroom dressed in her bikini. This is the first time I had seen her in it for a while and I could not believe the difference. Her breasts were barely held in, pushing out and down against the fabric of the top. Rolls of fat bunched around her sides, joining together to form the smooth, rounded dome of her belly. Abigail's skin lotion had certainly been doing its job. Although Carolyn's rapid fattening had stretched her skin, thin, silver lines rather than angry, red stretch marks crossed her magnificent belly, which looked tight and solid, and only slightly hung over the bottoms of the bikini. In fact, the bottoms appeared to be stretched to their limit around her dimpled thighs and wide bottom. I was instantly aroused and when Carolyn sat at the kitchen table rubbing her rumbling belly, I had to excuse myself and leave the room.

When I returned, Abigail had left and Katherine had arrived. Carolyn was munching her way through a large breakfast which was spread across the table. The housekeeper was making gentle encouraging comments, although from the way Carolyn was shoving chunks of syrup, butter and cream covered pancakes into her mouth, I did not think she needed it.

I watched transfixed as Carolyn finished the plate and grabbed a round of toast, letting out a small belch before eating it. I realised that the toast was a between course snack and she was using it to keep up the momentum of her eating as Katherine filled a plate with sausages, bacon, egg and fried bread. It appeared that Carolyn thought if she paused, she would not be able to start eating again. For the entire duration of the meal, between each plate of greasy, fattening food, she ate toast or croissants. Katherine certainly knew her job and took Carolyn to the point of being stuffed enough to stretch her belly but not so much that she felt ill.

Finally, Carolyn pushed away an empty plate while she swallowed the last mouthful of waffle and sat back with a satisfied sigh. Her breathing was shallow, but not laboured and a smile of pure pleasure crossed her face as she closed her eyes and rubbed the top of her belly between her breasts. Katherine wasted no time in massaging Carolyn's stomach to aid her digestion and make room for the next feeding which, I could tell from the servant's activity, was already being prepared.

Carolyn opened her eyes and raised two fingers to Kathrine who slotted a cigarette between them and lit it as Carolyn put it to her mouth. I could tell by the almost arrogant look on her face that Carolyn genuinely thought all of these people were waiting on her every whim because, in some way, she deserved it. I thought about it as I watched her exhale a plume of smoke into the air; reclining on the chair with Katherine gently rubbing her swollen stomach. If she was prepared to over-eat that much just to get her own way, perhaps she did deserve it?

As Carolyn finished her cigarette, one of the servants placed a silver platter covered in chocolate biscuits on the table in front of her and handed her a large cup of coffee with cream. Carolyn barely had to move as Katherine stood beside her alternately massaging her belly and lifting the plate of biscuits for her. Once again, Carolyn appeared to be on autopilot and eating without even thinking about it.

Once all of the biscuits were gone, Katherine gave Carolyn another cigarette and suggested she rest. A couple of the servants helped her through into the living room and gently lowered her onto the settee. They even lifted her legs so she was laid down as though they did not want her to use any energy to lift her own legs! Carolyn finished her cigarette, laid back, closed her eyes, and soon began quietly snoring. Katherine smiled to herself and went back into the kitchen to help prepare the next meal.

As Carolyn slept, Prince Khalid came into the house. Careful not to wake her, he gently felt around her stomach with barely concealed excitement, but when he looked up and saw me standing in the room, I saw the expression on his face change to surprise. He motioned for me to go into the kitchen, and he followed me through.

"I am sorry," he said. "I did not see you there! I am pleased you got away from the Duchess. It is not a fate I would wish on my worst enemy."

We both looked through the door at Carolyn, watching her round stomach rise and fall as she breathed. Prince Khalid seemed to read my mind.

"I will do everything I can to protect her, as I do the Doctor," he told me and added with a laugh, "even though Doctor Locke does not appreciate it!"

"I think she does after these last few days," I replied, and then changing the subject I stated bluntly. "I know Carolyn will be well looked after with you, but I also know it will be for your own sexual pleasure. I have to ask: will she be safe?"

Prince Khalid shrugged. "She will be fed far more than she thinks possible, even compared to now. While she grows fatter, she will be safe, but maybe one day she will grow tired of eating and want to lose weight. I cannot protect her then. On the other hand, she may simply... POP!" He grinned at me and I did not know whether he was serious or not. The only thing I knew for certain was that I had to take ownership of Carolyn, and with that realisation, I recognised Abigail was right. The first step was not to do it through some false sense of responsibility or loyalty; I had to take my lead from the Prince and the Duchess; I had to accept that I wanted Carolyn because I wanted her fatness!