With the plan decided, they let Aly rest for the day, as they then prepared for the following morning.
Aly slept like a log that night, even though she was in a place still mostly unknown to her, as she woke up the following morning, she felt relaxed and refreshed. As she swung off of her bed, she began to walk toward the bathroom, to freshen herself, when she remembered that she still had to take some pills as Nassar had told her the day before.
Yawning, she opened the container and took two pills, although she seemed to pick the second by reflex, and she quickly swallowed them with a glass of fresh water.
She didn’t feel particularly different, although she began to feel a bit woozy.
So much so she had to sit on the edge of her bed, while the room began to spin around her.
In that moment, the door opened and, despite she was wearing her silky pajamas, she didn’t seem to mind the presence of Larry within her room.
“Aly? Everything ok?”
“Uh? Er… Sure? Just feeling a bit… dizzy…”
“I see…” Larry knew right away that Aly had followed his instruction to the letter, taking the two mind suppressant pills as he had told her the day before. And considering she was in this state, he figured she could manage to receive a slight impression. Nothing too deep, for the moment, but something to get her started.
“Aly…remember… your parents taught you a no leftovers policy. You will always strive to clean your plate.”
“I… I will… No… leftovers…”
“Good girl. Make your parents proud…”
As she absentmindedly nodded, he left her there, to recover.
The pills would work better after a constant consumption, so in a few days he could give her some more strict orders, but for the moment, he was going to try and steer her gently. Giving her half an hour to recover, Larry returned then to her room and knocked gently.
As he entered, the girl welcomed him as if she hadn’t seen him from before.
“*Yawn*… Good Morning Doc” she said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
“Good morning, Aly. I just wanted to let you know that breakfast is almost ready, if you want to join us in the dining room. Then, during it, I would like to tell you in detail how we will act to monitor and treat this illness of yours.”
Nodding to the man, Aly rose from her bed and freshened up in the bathroom, before throwing on a light vest and a couple of fuzzy slippers, as she then walked down to the dining hall, having to ask to the few maids around for indications.
When she arrived, she found that the table was already prepared and that Larry was seated opposite to her place, as he drank some coffee and read the newspaper. Smiling to him, she sat and stared in surprise as one of the maids brought her a plate loaded with food.
Aly stared in surprise at it, as she checked and re-checked to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.
They had given her two fried eggs, with melted cheese on top, a couple of fried sausages, some strips of fried bacon, and even some fried tomatoes. Beside this first plate, a second plate was placed, this time it had two sandwiches, each loaded with scrambled eggs and, what she thought to be bacon.
Then, standing proudly in front of her, a tall glass with hot chocolate.
“Er… Doc? What’s the meaning of this?”
“Uhm? That is your breakfast, Aly.
Let me explain…We know for a fact that your illness, Dysmorphia, is acting within your body. What we don’t know yet, is at what stage of it you are. This illness is terrifying not only for its effects on your body but, also on your mind. You will not see any difference.
You will not feel to be getting worse, until the latest stage of it.
So we must be extra careful, and to do so, we will have you following a specific diet that is targeted to counteract and slow down the progress of the illness.”
Aly stared at the doctor, then at her plates, and finally back at the doctor.
“Are… Are you sure about this?”
“You will see. I can already tell you that in a few days, you will start feeling sluggish, and you will start seeing things that are not actually there.
Nothing too grave, in truth but, it will still be a shock, I’m sure.”
Nodding to him, she began eating the food, munching with gusto, although by the end of her plate, she felt a bit nauseated by all that oil. To rinse her mouth, she took a couple swig of the hot chocolate, as she then cleaned her mouth with the two sandwiches.
By the end of her meal, she felt downright stuffed, but, the doctor was giving her a thumbs up, so she leaned back in her chair wondering what to do next.
As Aly rested, Larry grinned inwardly.
This was a promising start.
“Aly, let me explain you how I was planning your days for the time being. For the moment, until we can get a proper gauge at the illness stage, I will be planning your diet on a weekly basis.
For this week, I’m taking into consideration three full meals per day, with two snack times, one in the afternoon, and a second one after dinner.
The rest of the day, you may spend it at your leisure.”
Sleepily, she nodded, before falling asleep, her tight belly gurgling as it tried to digest all the food it had been crammed in there. As she woke up, she felt still a bit weighed down but, she left the dining room and quickly went into her room, where she changed out of her pajama and put on some of her sportswear.
Thus dressed, she went for a quick jog into the large garden, as she did a few stretching exercises.
Staring at her, from within the mansion, Larry wondered for how long still, she was going to train herself in such a way. ‘Soon… Soon I’ll get my revenge on you, Aly!’
Aly worked out for most of her morning, although feeling as weighed down by her meal she couldn’t do much, but some stretches and some yoga. As lunchtime approached, though, she felt herself better for having exercised and after a relaxing shower, she changed into a shirt and some sweatpants, before going to the dining room, where she found Larry waiting for her, along with the butler and a few maids.
Despite haven’t done anything exactly strenuous, Aly felt somewhat famished, and she licked her lips as she saw one of the maid leaving a plate with a richly dressed Caesar salad, although it was enriched with thick cubes of cheese, strips of fried chicken and bbq sauce.
The gymnast licked her lips, although she remained somwhate surprised as she saw other two maid approach her, one leaving a plate with a quite large double patty burger, dripping in cheddar cheese and bacon strips, with a lot of fries on the side, while the second one left on her opposite side a quite large banana split, with the sugary fruit laying down and submerged in three large scoops of peanut, strawberry and mint ice cream, along with whipped cream on the sides of a ton of chocolate syrup on top of it.
To complete the meal, she was then given two glasses, one filled to the top with soda, and a second one filled with her usual hot chocolate.
Looking at the food, she stared strangely at Doc. Nassar for a moment, before remembering her need to take her pills. Fortunately, one of the butlers brought forth, on a platter, the container and she quickly took two, although she saw only one of them. Swallowing them down, with a swig of her soda, she began to feel strange, as the dizziness returned to her.
As the room began to spin, she never saw Larry approaching her from behind.
“You’ve exercised a lot today, Aly, you deserve a full meal.
From now on, whenever you do any kind of exercise, you will feel entitled to a full course meal.”
As those words entered her mind, Aly began to feel them as if they were her own thoughts. As the room stopped spinning, she returned into herself, shaking herself a bit as she thought that maybe she had overworked herself that morning.
As she looked down at her meal, gone was the shocked expression on her face, replaced by a sincere willingness to have her fill.
‘It’s okay… I’ve worked out so much today… I need to recover…’
Under the pleased stare of Larry Nassar, Aly raisman began eating her large meal, quickly working off the salad, moving then on the large hamburger, chewing it in pleasure as she could feel its juicy greasiness down in her throat. Alternating bites on the burger, with handfuls of fries, she found herself looking at the empty plates, while rubbing her slightly distended belly, as she eyed the banana split.
‘Man… I know I’ve worked out but… isn’t that thing too much sugary to be really considered as fruit?’
Still, slowly, she began eating it, enjoying the sweet and rich taste of it, until she let her spoon clink against the emptied plate, as she instead rubbed her bloated middle.
“*Urp!*… Mhm… feel much better now…”
“Good Job, Aly. Now, why don’t you go and lie down for a bit, uh?”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right. But, have to exercise later on thought…”
“Of course. A healthy mind with a healthy body, right?”
Aly nodded sleepily as a maid helped her go back to her room.
As Larry watched the bloated gymnast walk away, he grinned evilly, waiting for the moment when he could humiliate the young gymnast.
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