This choice: Helen gets bigger, all according to plan (1) • Go Back... In the coming time, Helen only bore down harder on her intern. Hannah’s buttons were so easily pressed that it hardly took any effort at all to get her to compromise herself. All Helen had to do was lean back, untuck her growing tum, and complain about how full she was. Every time she came to work, Hannah was bombarded with subliminal imagery that picked at her fetish. Pick, pick, pick, that’s all Helen had to do.
On her desk was a framed photograph of herself and Dr. McCarthy. Tilting it ever so slightly made it so that Hannah could see the contrast between the once merely chubby woman and the blue-haired gourmand that sat behind the desk. She was another twenty pounds heavier after only a short time, and the contrast between the two Schwartzes became more apparent by the day. In the frame, a merely chubby scientist, and behind the desk was a woman nearing three hundred pounds and getting closer by the day. Instead of keeping the jar of candies on her desk filled for her patients, Dr. Schwartz had started keeping it half-emptied, to imply that she’d been snacking liberally of her own accord. She’d waited before switching to larger sizes, simply so she could watch Hannah squirm as her swelling shape threatened to pop right out of her sweaters, blouses, and bottoms.
It was quite fun, to say the least.
And Helen made sure that the only release that Hannah could find, at least while on the clock, was through food.
Hannah’s lunches with Dr. McCarthy had continued only because of Helen’s instructions. It was imperative that the two of them remain on speaking terms. Hannah would require the kind of prodding that only Dr. McCarthy could give.
“So Helen’s getting kind’ve fat these days.” Evie purred, slinking next to the poor undersexed heiress, “You have anything to do with that?”
Hannah’s heart nearly jumped right out of her chest. She’d almost choked on her cookies—crumbs spewed everywhere as she went into a loud coughing fit.
“N-No!” Hannah balked. Her whole life she’d been doing this, and Dr. McCarthy had been the only one to call her out like that! “Wh-Why would I—
“Relax. Personally? She’s had it coming to her.” Evie’s pronounced features contrasted to the drawn nature of her cheeks and face made her somewhat uncomfortable to look at when she made evil faces like that, “I think you’re doing a great job.”
“You… you do?” Hannah asked with a strange sense of hopefulness to her voice, “You’re… I’m not in trouble?”
“Trouble? Nooooo!” Dr. McCarthy snickered evilly to herself. This poor girl had no idea how much trouble she was in for. “In fact, I think it’s amazing. I can just see it now, can’t you?”
Hannah gulped, her hands working in and out of her bag of cookies.
God this was hot.
“You know, don’t play dumb. Helen’s going to be a real whale at this rate. Sweaty, that belly of hers sagging everywhere, so fat she can’t even make it down the hallways?” Evie was immensely amused by the idea herself, “Surrounded by all that jiggly fat?”
Hannah had emptied her bag, been made aware of the burning sensation in her sex. Hannah needed release.
“You probably don’t know this, but I design equipment for those fat hogs that let themselves get so morbidly obese that they can’t walk.” Dr. McCarthy readied the nail to drive Hannah home, “And if you keep this up… who knows? Maybe we’ll see Helen in—”
“I’VE GOT TO GO NOW.”
Hannah rose suddenly, discarded packages of swallowed snacks falling to her feet as she hurried out of the lab. Towards the bathroom. Towards anywhere with some privacy.
“Hey, don’t forget, you’re doing a great job!”
***
Now that Hannah had a comrade in arms in her war against Schwartz’s waistline, she found herself going to Dr. McCarthy a lot more. She spent more time in the lab, even after hours, and liberally indulged her newfound compatriot in her desires. Finally, someone who understood her. Someone she could talk to about her desires.
“It’s just…” Hannah, encouraged by the familiarity between them, had taken to talking with Evie while mindlessly grazing on food from the snack machines. Today was no exception. “I can’t tell if I’m doing enough. She’s started to slow down.”
“Oh no, keep it up.” Evie steepled her fingers across her flat chest as she watched Hannah scarf down sour cream and onion chips, “We’re just getting started.”
Hannah nodded, her soft face creasing slightly at what would surely grow into a fine second chin. Between Doctors Schwartz and McCarthy, Hannah never wanted much for food. They kept her well-fed during her internship, but the long hours she’d been putting in at the R&D department meant that she hadn’t had any time to tend to herself. All of her eggs were in the Schwartz basket for now, and it was so stressful. She just wasn’t gaining fast enough! Hannah needed a release.
Helen and Evie had made sure that food was that release.
“Here, drink this.” Dr. McCarthy pushed a small coffee cup and teabag towards the young intern, “It’ll calm your nerves.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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