Truly, Larry would have loved to crush her and break her right then and there but wasting two months wasn’t even thinkable. So, he bottled his rage and turned toward the fat girl with compassion in his eyes.
“Aly… I… I’m sorry to have caused you to think so low of me. But it doesn’t matter. I will help you return to your career; I will help you return to the life you deserve… And, for the sake of things, you’re not an horrible person. You’re an amazing artist, a marvelous gymnast. And I’m proud to be here at your side today, helping you.”
Aly turned and hugged Larry, as she sniffed a bit on his shoulder, before he moved her back a bit and dried her tears, as he then smiled to her.
“Come on, let’s not permit to this illness to govern you any longer.”
“Yeah!”
After the dreaded weigh-in, Aly arrived to the dining room filled with a new purpose.
The results of the weigh-in were still on her mind but, she promised herself that she would overcome this issue and she would finally return to her beloved life of a gymnast.
She had barely sat on her chair when the maids began to bring to her sides the meals she was scheduled to have. Aly herself felt in heaven as she began smelling the aroma coming from all around her. Quickly, a large assortment of plates and trays were being left on her side of the table, a tray with six large burgers, each filled by four greasy patties, separated into two couples by a thin slice of bread.
Beside them, almost a pound of oily fries and bacon strips, while, on a platter nearby, there were twelve, thick, greasy, sausages waiting for her as they rested in a small bowl filled with two fingers of oil and grease.
Aly had barely bit through the first oversized burger, that another maid left a tray of food on the opposite side, revealing three apple pies, two large sundaes and a massive banana split, entirely covered and surrounded in ice cream and whipped cream. Beside these, then, an entire cake, three layers of chocolate fudge and caramel lie in wait. In front of her, instead a butler was quick to leave a salad bowl filled to the brim with chocolate milkshake, while glazed and cream filled donuts bobbed slightly within the milky goodness.
The once gymnast splurged like never before, as she began glutting herself on the massive treats left for her to consume. As she did, her belly began to swell, filling up with food, and yet, she didn’t stop, she just took a moment to lower the hem of her elastic shorts so that it was under her belly, and quickly resumed her eating. As she quickly worked on the burgers, she brought in front of her the tray overloaded with sweets, although she signaled a maid to come closer.
While spooning mouthfuls of ice cream, she swiftly told the maid to bring her a few more of those burgers as she had found them really tasty.
“…Also… bring me… a few more… bowls of these… sausages…” she added as she swallowed her current spoonful of ice cream, only to push into her mouth one of the grease dripping, fatty, sausages. “These… are seriously…good…*BURRRAARP!*.”
The maid bowed slightly, as she then went back into the kitchen, along with a colleague, only to come out a short while later, leaving half a dozen bowls of those greasy sausages beside the still gorging Aly, who simply nodded at them as she continued to force food into her mouth.
With the demolition of the sweets, including two of the pies and the entire cake, Aly leaned back on her chair, as she began to feel full. Still, massaging her gut with both hands, and letting out a couple of oud burps, she prepared herself to resume her meal. Especially as she brought closer to her the tray in which there were the bowls with the sausages. Licking her lips, she ignored the cutlery left beside the bowls as she simply took the bowl in her hands, under the surprised and admiring stare of Larry.
With the bowl in both hands, she then simply began to drink, and swallow, the sausages and the oily grease altogether, gulping it all down as she inclined the first bowl as if it was just a bowl of soup.
Emptying the first bowl, she burped and belched before grabbing a second bowl to repeat the gesture.
In her mind, Aly, wasn’t entirely pleased with the taste of those sausages, but, willing to cure herself from her illness, she powered forward.
Although, she had to admit to herself that, by the third bowl, the taste wasn’t so bad after all.
By the sixth bowl, even as her gut grumbled a bit, she was eagerly licking her lips, as she raised her hand to signal her maid to bring a few more of those bowls, if there were more.
“Only…*URRAAP!*… try to…*BEEELCH!*… bigger… portions… would’ya?”
Larry stared in fascination, as he saw Aly’s gorging crazily over those things that were mostly grease and fatty meats. He had agreed to have only one of those small bowls on the table, as he imagined that while being fattening, the girl would have never managed to have more than a few but, apparently, he had been wrong… and his Chef right.
As he thought of her, Mimi appeared from within the kitchen, as she brought forward a trolley, leaving first, three more salad bowls worth of that ‘grease soup with sausage’, and then, leaving Aly speechless, she placed a massive burger right in front of the gorging girl.
“Voilà, ma petite! This is my masterpiece, my piece de la resistance!”
Aly, massaging her rumbling gut to quiet it down, stared wide eyed at what her chef friend had brought forward. It was a hamburger, alright. The main differences were that it was wide as a pizza pie, and it counted five, large one-pound patties inside, each of them separated by the others through a thick stratum of cheddar and several slabs, one inches thick, of fried bacon steaks.
Aly felt her mouth waters only by smelling the delicious aroma coming from it. Still, as good as it looked, it was way too big to be lifted from its plate with two hands.
Mimi, though, smiled as she used a large fork and a steak knife to cut the massive things in smaller portions, although, she took the first piece herself and, smiling to Aly, pushed it into her mouth, letting the girl lick her fingers.
“It is good, non, ma petite?”
“*OARRURP!*…ohh… Mimi… it’s amazing…so… good!”
“Bon Oui! Have it all, ma petite Cherie… it will do you good.”
With a little wave, the French woman returned inside, leaving Aly to finish her meal.
It was almost two hours later, when Aly swallowed the last mouthful of her meal, or so she thought. As she scanned the table for anything else edible to be had. She had overdone herself, and could feel her ginormous and stuffed full stomach complaining loudly about it, and yet, she still licked her lips as she thought that with this meal, she was a step closer to be cured from her illness.
As she slowly leaned toward the table, preparing herself to stand, she suddenly noticed two butlers approaching the table. Surprised, she saw them grab the large salad bowl in the middle, and drag it over to her, where she saw it still full of milkshake and milkshake filled donuts. Burping, she took the bowl and with slow movement brought it toward her lips, where she began to drink it all down, leaving only two dozen, milkshake filled, spongy donuts for her to clean up.
When she was finally done, it was already 11 AM, for a moment, she idly thought about jumping her morning workout routine but, as she was helped in standing, her resolve steeled.
‘NO! This must be the illness speaking! I shall not allow this malady to win. Breakfast was good but, now that I’m full of energies… I have to exercise! I have to.’
With those thought, she slowly waddled, shuffled herself back to her room, where her personal maid, Clara was expecting her.
“Welcome Back, Miss… I hope breakfast had been… fulfilling?”
“*BURRAURP!*…oh… yeah…t’was.
Still… Clara… would you… like to… give me … a hand with… my morning… routine? I’ve got… two hours before… Lunch… and have to practice…”
“But of course, Miss! I’m here to serve you…”
For the following three hours, Aly did nothing but sit on her bed and perform what Larry told her to adopt as her morning routine. Which hadn’t been an easy task when she had been less stuffed. That morning though, it left Aly powerless and breathless. As all she could do was lay on her bed, her gut stuffed to the bursting point, throbbing and with its skin taut across its expanse. Clara knew that the girl couldn’t move from there even if she wanted to, so she simply communicated to Nassar, that Aly was going to enjoy her lunch time directly on the bed.
Larry hadn’t really any problem with that, as long as he could be there, before the start of her second meal, so to issue a new set of instruction to Alexandra, preparing her for how much of a turning point that day was going to be. For all of them.
With the due preparations done, Larry hurried to the girl’s room, only to find Clara leaning over the glutted girl, a bucket in her hands as she pours something into the girl’s mouth. Smiling to himself he sneakily enters the room, seeing what the maid is doing.
Clara is excitedly pouring some liquid into a funnel placed right between Aly’s lips, the girl too glutted to do anything is simply swallowing down, her eyes rolled in the back of her head in pleasure.
As Larry moves closer, realizes that what Clara is pouring is…
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