Chapter 11



Day 91 Tuesday

Denise looked across the table at Susan and said, "How many more days will you be here?"

"About thirty," Susan answered. She was going apartment hunting in the hopes of finding a nice place to live that was close to where she worked. The apartment needed to be big enough for her and Chuck. She was convinced that they were going to be getting married soon, although he hadn't yet asked her.

"It is hard to believe that you're going to be leaving," Denise said with a sigh. She didn't know what she'd do without Susan being around.

"I know," Susan said putting a hand on her friend's arm in support. Dale was a man with an exceptional sex drive. He had sex four times a day during the workweek and five times a day on the weekend. Doing the math led one to conclude that he engaged in sex thirty times a week. For now, he divided his attentions almost equally between her and Denise although he did have them both active about a quarter of the time. When she moved out, Denise would have to accommodate him all thirty times. She knew how rough that would be on her friend.

"I'll be lonely here without you," Denise said thinking about how she would miss the quiet times where they could talk about things like this.

"Dale will be here," Susan said despite knowing that it wouldn't exactly comfort her friend. Denise would be having oral sex two or three times a day with Dale. Sometimes after a little oral simulation, Dale would relieve himself using her breasts. She'd have intercourse once or twice a day. She'd have anal sex with him at least four times a week. Once in a while, she would only have to give him a hand job.

"Mr. Put A Flag Over Her Face and Fuck Her For Glory?" Denise asked sarcastically.

"Yes," Susan answered with a roll of her eyes. If Denise thought it was bad now, it was going to get even worse before things got better. Her life would seem to be dominated completely by having sex with Dale. There would be the quick fuck before breakfast. There would be the blow job when he came home from work to hold him over until dinner. There would be the sex after dinner and then the day would end with sex before bed. The cycle would repeat itself the next day. She looked at her friend and said, "One of these days, you'll wake up to the pleasures that you can have and he'll stop doing that."

"So you're saying it is my fault," Denise said.

"That's what I'm saying," Susan replied with a nod of her head. She wondered if it was time to film her friend in action again so that she could see just how unsexy she looked when having sex with Dale.

"How can you say that?"

Giving Denise a superior look, Susan answered, "Because I've been there. I know exactly what is happening to you. I know what you are feeling."

"I don't believe it," Denise said despite the fact that she did believe it.

Susan sighed and said, "One day you're going to realize that you can give him real pleasure and you'll discover that giving is pretty nice."

"That's something to look forward to," Denise said dismissively. She didn't believe that she'd ever want to give Dale any pleasure. She didn't even think about Susan's feelings in the matter. In a strange way, she considered Susan just as much a victim as her.

"Before that day comes, you might start making demands on him to please you. That's going to be a rough because it will be hostile negotiation. You'll tell him that he has to please you or he can just fuck himself," Susan said.

"Maybe I should start doing that now," Denise said.

"He'd probably be happy with pleasuring himself considering how you act now," Susan said.

"That's cold."

"It is the truth," Susan said. She had been licked by Denise and the lackluster performance had brought no pleasure. A lackluster lick over the cunt didn't inspire excitement regardless of how many times it was repeated.

"I don't want to be doing it, so why should I be any good at it?" Denise asked.

"After a while, you'll discover that it isn't a one way street. You'll realize that you both can get pleasure out of it. That's when he'll look at you because that will be the day when it stops being you or me and becomes us. That is the day you'll stop being a fat woman," Susan said.

Denise stopped to think about what it would mean to stop being a fat woman. In the time since beginning the program, her figure had undergone significant changes although her weight hadn't changed as much as she had thought it would. That wasn't to say that she hadn't dropped a considerable amount of weight; she had lost weight. It had been remarkably easy outside of the price she was paying for it.

Given her 5'6" height and basic frame, Dale had calculated that her ideal body weight was between 128 and 139 pounds. She had selected a target weight of 130 pounds. She had started the program weighing 178 pounds meaning that she had to lose 48 pounds. That corresponded to an average of three pounds a month over the sixteen months of the program. So far, she had lost 17 pounds leaving her with 31 pounds to go. She still wasn't thin, but her body looked a lot different.

The difference from all of her previous diets was that some of the fat was being converted to muscle rather than just disappearing. She was up to ninety repetitions of each exercise in the exercise routine and running on the treadmill for six minutes. It wasn't just the duration of her running that had increased. She was running faster now with the result that she was approaching the mile mark. For a woman who used to get breathless just walking up a couple flights of stairs, this was an amazing accomplishment. By now, she felt the effects of the exercises after having completed them.

She looked over at Susan and realized that her friend had met her weight goal. At 5'7", she had slimmed down to an amazing 133 pounds. She was a very fit and attractive woman that bordered on being a hard body. Adding to her appearance was the fact that her breasts had not lost as much weight as the rest of her body giving her a full large bosom that drove men wild. It was strange to think that losing weight had resulted in an increase in bra cup size.

She had often said that she would kill to have a body like what Susan now had. She wondered if fucking her way to that kind of body was a higher or lower price to pay. She had thought learning how to deep throat his cock had been hard. It had been, but it wasn't really all that perverse. She had learned to perform a lot of very acts she had once thought disgusting. She still felt horrible every time she engaged in anal sex, but it was different somehow. She had learned to get through engaging in sex with a woman without getting too upset about it.

Every time she thought that Dale had reached the limits of perversion he surprised her with a new one. Rimming his asshole with her tongue had shocked her beyond belief. She was convinced that his deviant mind had thought it up all by itself until Susan had shown her that a search engine for the web had over six million hits on the term rimming. After having done it, she had admitted that it wasn't that bad.

Denise wondered if losing weight was worth going through all of that hell, but then she thought about the totality of her situation. She was not only losing weight, but she looked and felt better than ever before. She was better off financially as well. She had savings in the bank account for the first time since moving away from home. She had also been much more productive at work over the past month. She wasn't sure where that improvement in her life had come from, but she suspected that the gains in the other areas of her life had a small role.

Her self-esteem was still taking a beating though. She still thought of herself as a fat whore. She looked at other people thinking that they could tell that she was a whore. She was sure that her boss knew that she was sucking cock, fucking, and taking it up the ass on almost a daily basis. Her boss tended to treat her a little more gently of late as if sensing that something was wrong.

Coming back to the conversation, Denise said, "I don't think much about anything anymore. There are times when I'm ready to just throw it all away."

"Don't give up. You've worked so hard to get this far. It will get easier and the rewards will be much more tangible in time," Susan said.

"What kind of rewards?" Denise asked skeptically. Outside of a good figure, she couldn't see where Susan had gained much as a result of going through the program.

Susan looked away for a second and then answered, "Michelle hinted to me that Chuck was going to propose tonight."

"Really?" Denise asked. She had come to know Chuck a little better over the past few months. He was a brilliant man who had been a nerd much of his life. He had gone through life tongue- tied around women and unable to assert himself in business until joining the program with Michelle. According to what Chuck had said, she had turned him into a confident man able to deal with people on emotional, social, and professional levels with equal ease.

"Yes," Susan answered with a sparkle in her eye. She glanced at the clock and wished that time would fast forward a bit.

"That's great," Denise said. She wished that she had a man like Chuck in her life. She frowned thinking that instead of a Chuck, she had Dale. Susan had a gentleman and she had a pervert.

"Yes. I was looking for an apartment, but thought that maybe Chuck and I would start looking for a house instead," Susan said. Between her savings and his savings they had more than enough for a down payment on a nice sized house. It wouldn't be a mansion or anything, but it would be large enough for the two of them and the couple of kids they might want to raise.

"A house," Denise echoed thinking that she would never get into a house.

"I've got over twenty thousand saved and Chuck has close to thirty thousand. We can put twenty percent down on a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar house," Susan said.

"That's pretty good," Denise said shocked at the figures. She thought about her saving account and realized that with time it could grow into the same amount.

Susan said, "I'm hoping that the housing market drops a little more. I'd like to pick up a four bedroom house for a lot less than that."

"I haven't been following the real estate market," Denise said.

Susan said, "It is pretty good for buyers right now."

"That's good," Denise said. Her dream of a loving husband still seemed far away, but the house with a white picket fence didn't seem so unrealistic. She bit her lip considering the goals she had established with Dale. It dawned on her that maybe, just maybe, the program would deliver on some of the promises that had been made to her.

Later that evening, Susan returned from her date with Chuck excited with the good news that she was about to deliver. The pair entered the basement to find Dale pounding away into Denise doggy style. Half of Denise's body was in the little curtained closet with just her rear hanging out. Dale announced, "Susan and Chuck are here."

"Oh joy," Denise grumbled. Dale thrust into especially hard on hearing her complaint. It mortified her to have someone else watch her have sex. She was not into exhibitionistic sex thinking that was supposed to be a private affair. She was sure that Dale timed these things just to degrade her even further.

"You look excited about something. Would you mind waiting to tell us the good news until I've finished here?" Dale asked having a good idea what they had to announce.

"Go ahead," Chuck answered. He slipped a hand down and squeezed Susan's ass.

Susan and Chuck waited while Dale finished having sex with Denise to break the good news. As soon as Dale pulled out of Denise, Susan held her hand out and said, "Chuck asked me to marry him."

Smiling, Dale asked, "Did you answer yes?"

"Of course I did," Susan replied.

"Yes she did," Chuck said with a smile.

Although she wasn't surprised by the announcement, Denise stuck her head out of the closet and said, "Congratulations, Susan. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Denise," Susan said. It was easy to understand why Denise's reaction was a little subdued. She had been caught in the middle of sex and was feeling embarrassed at having such a private matter so publically on display.

Staying hidden in the closet, Denise said, "Tell us all about how he proposed. Was it romantic?"

Susan was about to answer when Dale interrupted, "Come out of the closet and join us, Denise."

"Yes, sir," Denise said. Giving him a look that should have killed him, Denise stepped out of the closet feeling Dale's come run down her leg. It was one thing to stand naked in front of her friend's fiancée and something else for him to see exactly what she had been doing.

Without any kind of embarrassing pause, Susan answered, "He took me to Bon Fromage for dinner. It was very elegant and we had a private table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. The table was surrounded by fresh flowers. There must have been a hundred bouquets of flowers. The air smelled of spring time. It was so romantic.

"They had prepared everything for us before we arrived. We didn't have to wait for even a minute when we got there. There were candles on the table and everything. We were the only customers of our waiter and the service was outstanding."

Chuck knew she had exaggerated the number of flowers, but he had gone to a significant effort to make it special. He said, "I spent most of the afternoon there making the arrangements for the evening."

"That's nice," Denise said. She looked over at Dale wondering if he would ever put that much effort into treating a woman nicely.

"Chuck had already ordered everything, so we didn't have to read the menu or order drinks. It was wonderful. We had just sat down and they were there with champagne. I nearly fell over when they set my glass in front of me. Tied around the stem of it was this ring," Susan said holding out her left hand.

"Wow. That's huge," Denise said looking over the ring. She figured that had probably eaten up all of Chuck's savings.

"It was my Grandmother's ring," Chuck said with more than a little pride. It was a family heirloom and he was pleased to be the one to pass it on.

"It is gorgeous," Denise said. The stone wasn't that large, but the setting was very old fashioned and possessed the kind of elegant appearance that was rare in modern jewelry. It reminded her of fashionable women in slinky dresses aboard luxury ships at the turn of the previous century.

"It is, isn't it?" Susan said, "Dale dropped to one knee and proposed to me. I couldn't believe how romantic he was."

"What did he say?" Denise asked forgetting her nakedness long enough to get all of the details of the proposal.

Susan smiled and answered, "He professed his undying love for me and his desire to be with me for the rest of our lives. It was very touching the way he said it. I had tears in my eyes before he even finished speaking."

Denise wanted to say that she wasn't jealous, but that wouldn't have been the truth. It seemed to her that Susan was getting the dream that she was pursuing and leaving her behind. She said, "I'm so jealous."

"Your turn will come," Susan said with a knowing smile.

Denise frowned and said, "I don't know how."

Dale said, "It is too early for you to be worrying about that."

"What does that mean?" Denise asked.

Dale said, "You aren't ready to meet the love of your life. You've got a long way to go before then and you're getting nowhere fast."

"Fuck you," Denise said angrily.

"No problem. I'll expect you spread out on the table with your face covered when I come in for breakfast tomorrow. Then you'll be able to fuck me," Dale replied with a grin in the hope that he'd defuse some of her anger. Anger and hostility seemed to flow off of Denise in palpable waves. He wasn't upset since showing anger was a good sign. He just had to control it.

"That is not what I meant," Denise said.

"Drop it," Susan said to Denise.

Dale turned to Susan and asked, "What are your plans for tonight?"

"I was thinking that Chuck would spend the night with me," Susan answered.

"Good idea. Why don't you two run along upstairs and celebrate properly," Dale said with a wink at the lovers.

Without any argument, the pair left the basement with eyes for only each other. Denise had to admit that they really looked like a couple in love. She found it hard to reconcile the fact that both of them were regularly having sex with other people. For a second she wondered if Chuck had to have sex with a man, too. She dismissed the thought from her mind. Turning to Dale, she asked, "What are you still doing here?"

"I wanted to talk with you for a little bit," Dale answered.

"About what?"

Dale went over to her bed and sat down on it. It was the only piece of real furniture in the room. He could have sat down on the exercise equipment, but that wouldn't have served his purposes. He said, "You're making good progress in the program except for a few minor areas."

"Oh," Denise said not quite sure where the conversation was heading.

Dale nodded his head and said, "You're losing weight and saving money. You're gaining stamina in the exercise program. Pretty soon you'll be up to a full workout every night. That is a major milestone."

"Okay," Denise said wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.

"You're jogging almost a mile and you'll get over a mile soon," Dale said.

"You're not here to talk about my exercise program," Denise said.

Dale snorted and replied, "As a matter of fact, I am."

"Why?" Denise said.

Dale said, "The next few months are going to be very tough on you. There's already a lot of resentment on your part. I just wanted to remind you that you are making progress and I'd hate to see you walk away now."

"You're just afraid that with Susan and me gone, you'd have to jack off four times a day," Denise said looking over at him with scorn.

Dale sighed. He had known this discussion was going to be difficult, but it was necessary. She had to understand where she had started and where she was relative to her overall goals. He said, "Believe what you want. You will despite anything that I say."

"That's right buster. You're not fooling me," Denise said.

Dale shrugged his shoulders and said, "Getting back to the topic that I wanted to discuss with you — you've been losing weight rather quickly. In fact, I'd say that you are losing weight too quickly."

"It is not quick enough," Denise said.

Dale reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small bottle. He said, "Lie down on the bed."

"Why?" Denise asked eyeing the bottle with suspicion.

Dale answered, "You're losing weight a little too quickly and your skin is beginning to sag. This cream will help keep your skin tight."

"Sag?" Denise asked.

"Yes. People who lose too much weight too quickly can have problems with their skin," Dale said.

Denise slowly made her way over the bed and sat down. She asked, "What are you planning on doing?"

"I'm going to rub some of this into the areas that are the most affected by your weight loss," Dale answered.

"I can do that," Denise replied.

Dale shook his head and said, "I'll do it. I know what I am doing."

Denise slowly lay down on the bed. Dale poured a little of the lotion onto her stomach and said, "I kept it in my pocket so that it wouldn't be cold."

"Thanks," Denise said.

Rubbing the cream into her skin in long smooth strokes, Dale said, "One of the hardest things to do is to allow things to evolve at their proper pace."

"What do you mean?"

"The skin is an amazing organ. It can grow and shrink as the size of the body changes. You lose two inches around your waist and the skin shrinks two inches in that dimension. One of the problems is that it can't change as fast as the rest of the body. You can get rid of fat faster than the skin can accommodate it. It gets loose and starts to sag," Dale said. Her skin was very loose and moved under his hand. She was going to have to stop losing weight until her skin caught up with her.

"I never thought about that," Denise said.

"Most people don't. If you're not careful, the skin will start sagging down. I saw a picture of a guy with a flap of skin that hung off of his stomach after he lost his beer belly. It looked a lot like a roll of fat, but it was actually skin," Dale said turning the lotion rub into a massage. There was a lot of tension in the body under his talented fingers.

"That's gross," Denise said. Despite herself, she had to admit that his hands felt good rubbing the lotion into her skin. His hands were strong and sought out the little sources of tension.

She was slowly drifting off to sleep when Dale said, "Roll over so that I can do your back."

Denise did as he asked without argument. His hands really did feel good. It felt even better when he started working on the muscles in her back. He said, "We're going to have to ease back on the exercises a little. I don't want to push the weight loss any faster."

"The only reason I'm having sex with you is for the weight loss. Don't play games with me," Denise said. The tension in her back suddenly increased a hundred-fold.

Feeling the sudden tension in her back, Dale said, "You'll still lose some weight, just not as quickly. If you don't follow my advice, then you'll lose the weight but you won't like the result. Your skin and breasts will sag like a Ubangi tribal woman."

"What in the hell does a Ubangi tribal woman look like?" Denise asked.

"That's not important. You need to understand what is happening to your body. You have a layer of muscle that is covered by a layer of fat. The layer of fat is covered by a layer of skin. Under the program, you are gaining muscle and losing fat. The skin has to adapt to those changes. Your skin is not changing as fast as the other two layers. If you keep losing weight at this rate you'll end up with flaps of skin that hang off of your stomach, arms, and butt. It won't look pretty," Dale said.

Relaxing as his fingers kneaded tight muscles and his words dispelled some of her doubts, Denise said, "I still want to lose weight."

"Skin isn't weightless," Dale said. He pinched a bit of skin on her upper arms and pulled it out. She definitely needed to let her skin catch up to her weight loss. He said, "I imagine that you've got a good one or two pounds of extra skin on your body at the moment.

"Oh," Denise said. She hadn't really thought about her muscles and skin changing as she lost fat. To her, the only important thing was getting rid of the fat. His words made sense.

Dale worked over her body for another few minutes without saying a word. It was in much better shape than when she had started the program, but it had a long way to go before she'd be a beautiful woman.

Lying on the bed, Denise couldn't believe how good she was feeling. Muscles that had been tight for so long that she didn't even notice them anymore started to relax. She could feel her body unwinding and settling into the bed. She asked, "Why do you do the program?"

Dale answered, "You think that the only reason I do the program is for the sex. That's one of the benefits, but the fact is that I do it for another reason."

"What reason is that?"

"I am a sculptor of female bodies. I take a misshapen woman and carefully carve away the ugliness leaving a very attractive woman behind. By the time you leave the program, you'll be in the top one percent of women in terms of beauty. Your body will be the absolute best that it can be. You'll walk like a queen with grace and confidence. You'll be disciplined enough to get anything that you desire, but you'll know the right things to desire," Dale said.

"You see it like that?" Denise asked surprised by his answer.

"Yes. Look at Susan tomorrow morning. She's a gorgeous woman. Her body is near perfection. She sits and stands with great posture. She flows across the room when she walks. Her taste in clothes has improved to where she looks sexy without looking like a tramp. When she enters a room, every eye turns to look at her," Dale said.

"I guess I really hadn't noticed," Denise said. She had lived the past few months with Susan and had lost sight of the changes that she had undergone since beginning the program.

"The changes aren't only physical. She is full of confidence. She is honest with herself about what she likes and dislikes. She can tolerate things that she doesn't like to get the things that she wants. She has focus, discipline, and ambition. Her ambition is aimed at the achievement of improvement for herself rather than superficial wealth," Dale said.

"You're right about her being more confident," Denise said. Considering some of the sexual insults that she had thrown at Susan, her friend was able to take them without being adversely affected. There had been a time when a negative comment would have sent her running for a tub of ice cream for comfort.

"Confidence is the hardest to achieve. I've got to hunt down every little self-doubt and destroy it. I've got to replace that with the knowledge of her strengths and weaknesses. You've got to learn that a weakness is not a flaw, but something to acknowledge and overcome. You might not have the best brain in the world, but you can know that person and utilize their advice. You might not be a great artist, but you can fill your house with great art," Dale said.

"I still don't understand why you insist on having sex with me every day when it is obvious that you don't enjoy it," Denise said.

"There are a couple of reasons, but I don't think you'll believe me if I tell you anything other than I'm a pervert," Dale said. He was now rubbing the muscles of her calves.

"Tell me one," Denise said thinking that he really had to delude himself to be convinced that he wasn't a pervert.

"How about it is part of removing a bunch of self-doubts?" Dale asked knowing that she'd never accept that answer.

"I'd say you are deluded," Denise said.

Dale replied, "By the time you have finished the program, you'll know that you are the best lover that any man could possibly dream of having in his bed. You'll make love without having the least little bit of doubt in your ability to give and receive pleasure."

"Like Susan," Denise said intending it as an insult.

"Exactly like Susan," Dale answered. "When you are through with the program, you're going to be a very attractive woman."