Hedonism

chapter 26

Abigail did not come around the next day, and Katherine only turned up at provide meals and ensure there were enough snacks and doughnuts lying around the house. They left me alone with Carolyn so we could spend some time together. Unfortunately, Carolyn was so used to be constantly fed by this point that she did little more than eat and sleep.

I was so used to seeing Carolyn smoking that it looked strange to see her waddle into the kitchen, her bloated stomach stuck out in front of her and a doughnut in her hand in place of a cigarette. Carolyn sat at the table and stuffed the last of the doughnut into her mouth and then began to fill her plate from the array of dishes before her. Each of Carolyn's six daily meals almost consisted of three individual meals themselves now! This time, there was a dish of mashed potatoes, coated with cheese and full of butter, served with thick sausages and swimming in gravy. Alongside this was a deep plate of fried rice, with a sizzling plate of chicken and vegetables and a dish of fries. Finally, there was a deep bowl full of a noodles. Carolyn no longer thought about what flavours went well together, she kept refilling her plate from each dish, randomly mixing. I noticed that after eating for a while, she was beginning to struggle as she reached out for more food, so I began to fill her plate for her.

"Thanks," she muttered, with a mouthful of fries.

I got a second plate, and began to fill it from the dishes, and that way Carolyn did not even need to pause in her feast. As she finished one plateful, I was instantly able to replace it with another and then began to refill her empty one. In this way, she ate non-stop for almost an hour, until all the food on the table was gone, and she sat back struggling to breathe. I realised that Katherine had not left food to over-feed her like this for a long time; Carolyn really was at bursting point again. She leaned back in the chair and groaned as she rubbed her almost solidly stuffed stomach, but she still reached out for the box of doughnuts and began to chew on one slowly.

After a while, Carolyn's breathing became easier, and she looked less ill. I helped her through to the living room and she laid on the sofa. Immediately, she reached out for another doughnut, and after eating it, she slept for a few hours, by which time, Katherine was back and loading up the table with more rich and creamy food, including a selection of cakes and pastries.

"I hope she is enjoying her last day," whispered Katherine. I just nodded. I had seen Carolyn eat a lot over the weeks we had been together, but never so much as she did in that day. Katherine kept taking her to the limit and then just that bit further and I believed the act of encouraging and helping her eat brought us together and gave us a bond I had never felt before.

That night, I helped a very stuffed Carolyn into bed. She was uncomfortable and in pain when she laid on her back, so I helped her roll onto her side, and then climbed in behind her. I reached across and began to rub the smooth dome of her belly and kiss her neck, slowly moving down until I was gently squeezing her fat covered shoulders with my lips. Carolyn gave a groan of contentment and encouraged, I widened the circle my hand made on her stomach, and gently slid it down between her thick thighs. I could not believe I had waited so long to show Carolyn what I thought of her and how much I wanted to enjoy her fattened form.

Unfortunately, she did not feel the same! She shunted my face away with her shoulder, and pushed me with her elbow. It was very difficult for her to turn over, but, driven by anger, she managed to pull herself into a sitting position.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, reaching across to the bedside table and picking up a doughnut. I glowed with embarrassment. Once again, I had no idea how to answer.

"I told you that nothing was going to happen," she shouted. "I told you that I did not see you in that way!"

I climbed out of the bed and muttering apologies, I hurried from the room, feeling confused, ashamed and sick. I went into my own room, but was not able to sleep and as the sun came through the window, I still felt that knot of anxiety and shame in my stomach. I heard somebody come into the house, but just assumed it was Katherine bringing breakfast. I did not leave my room as I did not feel able to face Carolyn, but after a while, I heard a lot of movement and shouting from the kitchen, so I quickly dressed and walked through to see what was happening.

There was no breakfast and Carolyn was rubbing her stomach, complaining loudly that she was in pain from hunger. Katherine was trying to keep her calm, telling her to wait for Doctor Locke, but Carolyn did not seem to care; all she wanted was to fill the emptiness in her belly. She begged and she threatened and she tried to make a deal with Katherine, just to get something to eat, but the housekeeper would not allow it.

Luckily, it was not long before Abigail arrived and told Carolyn that she had arranged for her to move to a different cottage, where she would be more comfortable and with a better range of facilities for somebody with Carolyn's special requirements. As Abigail said this, she gently poked Carolyn's stomach, but Carolyn looked confused; she was still in denial about how much weight she had gained and just how fat she had become.

Abigail motioned to the backdoor, where a horse stood patiently. It was tethered to a gypsy style of caravan although it had a much wider door than usual.

"Your breakfast is inside the trailer," said Abigail. "You can eat it while we move you to your new house."

Carolyn did not need to be told twice. She walked over to the caravan, and with help from Frank and Katherine, slowly climbed the creaking stairs to the door, which opened into darkness. Carolyn paused.

"Just go on in," said Abigail, smiling. "I will be up there with a lantern in a minute."

Carolyn turned to look through the door into the darkness once more and I could tell she had a sense that something was not quite right. Unfortunately, as she peered into the caravan, Katherine and Frank both pushed her forward through the door and slammed it closed behind her. Carolyn shouted out in shock at first and then in panic as she realised what had happened, but they ignored her and began unclipping fastenings along the sides of the caravan, while shouting numbers and instructions to each other.

"Number twelve complete," shouted Frank. "Number seven is jammed."
Katherine replied with something similar, but I had no idea what they were talking about. All this time, I could hear Carolyn shouting for help and banging on the inside of the caravan.

Eventually, both Frank and Katherine stepped back and turned to Abigail who nodded and looked at me grinning.

"Will you pull this lever for me?" she asked, pointing to a wooden handle stuck out of the caravan beneath the door. With a shrug, I grabbed the handle with both hands and gave it a shove. At first, I felt resistance, but then it began to slide across, so I moved to the other side and pulled on it with all my strength.

To my horror, the sides of the caravan fell off, crashing to the floor, leaving me face to face with Carolyn, shut in a cage and ready to be taken to the finishing barn.
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Jazzman 8 years
Wow what a terrific chapter. Please continue
Tarquin 8 years
This is awesome - very well written, a great story, beautifully detailed, well-paced. I'm checking back daily for updates - please, continue!

Erzsebet Bathory! You scholar, you!
DoctorHarleenQ 8 years
I've been reading from the beginning, and the one thing that has stood out is the unreliable narrator. I think it's effectively used in this story. Also, the amount of details. I don't walk away feeling bored from too many details or unimpressed with a bl
Jazzman 8 years
I Like the Complexity. The twists and turns are scintillating. Keep going in your style.
Blasty 9 years
This story is wierdly unfocused. There's a lot of attention put to side characters like paul and the flight attendant that seems to just be for nothing. I like Carolyn but there's too much filler for my liking.
Jazzman 9 years
It's mysterious and intense. Please keep going.
Jazzman 9 years
I like the story and look forward to every new installment. However in this day and age I cannot imagine a doctor saying that. Of course perhaps you have a future angle in mind with the smoking that I might Love. I hope so.
Chriskin8 9 years
would love to see more.
Harrylime 9 years
I also love when bitchy and selfish beauties put on weight -- because their greed for possessions is reflected in their general self-indulgence and inability to tell themselves "no." This may be the greatest story I've ever read on FantasyFeeder, and we'r
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