MsCezanne's Odyssey

Sheila didn't know how long she'd been awake. She was dozing in the chair, simply enjoying the way she felt. Eventually she realised she would have to get eating, or else she would run out of time to eat all the red food.

She was slow to start, she was full, she hardly wanted to move. Sheila managed some more mind over matter tricks though, and through out the day she managed to eat her way through most of the food in the red containers.

Just as she sat with the last pizza in front of her, the door opened, and she was joined by Basil again. "I'm surprised by you. I don't think anyone has finished the red food yet. Oh, I see you haven't, that's too bad."

He gathered up the rope he had in his gloved hands and walked across to where Sheila was sitting, she was trying to keep an eye on him through heavy eyelids. As he got glose, she groaned and reached out for a piece of pizza.

Basil smiled, though Sheila barely noticed him, "Still have some room have we? Well, I can give you a few minutes I suppose."

Sheila fought every impulse, every nerve in her body, but she managed to force herself to finish off the cold pizza. Her cheeks still full of cheese and crust, she turned to Basil and managed to give him a defiant smile.

"Just imagine how much easier this would be if you'd simply taken the time to enjoy food in your pathetic little life. You'd rather be a size zero than actually experience what life has to offer. You'd rather everyone was a size zero if you could."

Sheila wanted to respond, but she simply didn't have the energy. She tried to fight off sleeping in the chair again, but it was so soft, it was so cozy, and her stomach, it was so full and warm, she just had to rest her eyes, just for a few minutes.

Again she woke up feeling full and satisfied, as though nothing could make her happier than sitting still in this chair. Sheila knew what lay ahead of her though. She needed to eat all the blue food. But then what?

Strangely, the more she thought about the blue food, the hungrier she felt. She still felt full, so the notion of being hungry seemed very out of place. But she had to eat anyway, maybe her body knew this was what had to be done.

As she ate through piles of high calorie, yet very delicious treats, she never seemed to make any progress. She would take occasional naps. She even once tried to get up for a quick walk in her cell, but her stomach was too full for her to get up.

Sheila ate the last piece of cheesecake, and expected Basil to come right in. He didn't. She stared a steely glance at the door, but it did not open. She sighed, and once again fell asleep, wondering why she felt better than she ever had in her whole life when she knew she was approaching her last few moments.

When Sheila next awoke, Basil was in the room. He was wrapping his rope around his gloved hands, a smile on his face. "You surprise me, Sheila, you really do. I thought you'd be dead two days ago, but you have such determination, such a love for food. I almost wish I could take the time and teach you to really appreciate being fat. Alas, there are others in the world, others who are more wicked than you, and I must tend to them. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Despite being so full that movement seemed like an alien concept, Sheila's blood began to course with adrenalin. Her mind focused to razor sharpness, and she began to talk.

"You never let me tell you the story of the fat heiress!"

"The fat heiress?" Basil stopped misstep.

"Oh yes, yes, she was a client of mine actually. The only one who ever gained weight, as a matter of fact."

"How much did she gain?" Basil lowered his rope.

"Don't get ahead of me, let me tell the story," Sheila and signalled for Basil to sit on the bed.

The Fat Heiress - Part One

A man born into stark poverty managed to use his wits and a few scraps of luck to work his way up in life until he was owned fully 1/3 of all the land in the city where he lived. He was among the city's elite, and he was very proud that he had simply used hard work to get from where he started to where he was.

What he did not like was that among the city's elite were many people who did not have to work for their status. He hated that people born with such fantastic luck could behave so reprehensibly, and yet continue to live in the lap of luxury.

He tried not to spend time with them, but found that people who weren't among the elite wanted to use him to become elite. He knew that the best thing would be for them to learn hard work, but anyone only wanted his money, not his advice.

He was stuck in a world he could not enjoy, though he continued to go through the motions. He married a wealthy heiress, and their combined wealth rivalled many nations. Together they produced one daughter.

His one hope at salvation, having a child to rear to appreciate life as he did was not to be. His daughter was spoiled and expected everything. He tried to teach her how to work hard, but her mother would have none of that.

The man died at a young age, for no more reason than he simply had no desire to live any more, and as his will gave up, so did his body. His wife and daughter weren't especially sad to see him go, and actually celebrated their freedom from his constant nagging about 'doing something'.

Alas, his wife was killed in a skiing accident, leaving their 18 year old alone, and sole heir to the fortune. There was a lot of fighting over the estates, but the man's will was very specific. Everything was to go to charitable organisations, except for a stipend for the daughter.

The stipend did not have a fixed amount though. The will stipulated that because she enjoyed the affairs of the flesh, she would need to add more flesh if she wanted to live off her father's hard work. Every month she would receive $100 for every pound she weighed. If she wanted to remain thin, she'd have to learn to work for herself. If she wanted to be rich, she would have to become fat.

The heiress thought this was completely unfair, and yet the will was ironclad, and the trust was already in place, including the ISO tuned scale that she was to use on the first of every month.

At first she thought she would survive just fine. She was 100 pounds, and $10,000 was a lot of money, right? It didn't even cover her shopping, much less rent, cars, utilities.

She quickly ran up a debt, and began to look at her options. She put together a budget, and decided that gaining 20 pounds wouldn't be too much trouble.

Sheila stopped speaking. Basil was sitting on her bed, looking at her expectantly. "And then what?"

Sheila yawned and patted her tummy, "I'm too tired, but I'll finish tomorrow."

Basil looked at her, looked at the rope on the floor, looked at the blue food containers and looked back at her. Sheila was already drifting off to sleep, her hands rubbing her fully belly. He picked up the rope and let her sleep.

Labels: Adiposity Nights, Basil, FA, Fat Heiress, fiction, Part One, Part Two, Sheila, weight gain

// posted by Charlotte @ 10:58:00 AM