Carl’s Conscience

Chapter 1

Ashley knew just what she looked like when she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“Addicted”
All throughout her life it had consumed her, an insatiable demand that could never be satisfied. The number one thing on her mind , and the only goal throughout her day. The one obsession she had finally given into.
“Food Addiction”
Ashley’s reflection stared back at her; standing at 5’1 her belly consumed half of her lower body. Starting at her hips, her belly cascaded over her hanging fupa to rest comfortably halfway down her thigh.
Her massive saggy tits had given up all hope of recovery and hung from her chest like two sacks of jello. Nipples pointing inwards and down they clapped together every time she took a wheezing breath.
Her formerly beautiful face had melted into a triple chinned shine to obesity; obscenely plump lips and shining green eyes still clinging to their former beauty.
Ashley took another wheezing breath and pathetically shuffled her walker to the left allowing the left side of her belly to fall free and slap onto her huge thigh.
A massive pain rifled up her shoulder and into her neck. Heart rate shooting through the roof, her overworked fat clogged heart pushing as hard as it could. Just the fact of shuffling her walker across the floor and adjusting it had put her into dangerously high level of activity. Sweat poured off her brow, mixing with the old makeup on her face and making for a pathetic characuture of an attractive woman.
Letting her heart resume its “normal” rhythm Ashley shuffled back to her bed, pushing through piles of takeaway food and empty boxes.
Sitting on the edge of her bed a buzzer rang, startling her, reminding her that all her actions had made her hungry. She had to feed the addiction.
The door to her room swung open abruptly, and a man effortlessly pushing a cart entered the room. Piled high was a deep fried cardiac catastrophe. Deep fried double stacked grilled cheeses, fried lard balls, pure bricks of heavy cream cheese deep fried and then soaked in sweet butter. Behind him another cart with an assortment of tubes and plastic containers.
Filled the the brim with extremely high caloric shakes and blended fats. Her dessert funnel awaited.
Looking at the woman sitting on the bed transfixed by the incoming food; Carl laughed.
He pushed the first cart into her range and set up her tray. As she started to feed , Carl leaned forward and whispered in her ear
“Exercise day”