Day 1 Wednesday
Lying awake in bed, Denise thought about the previous evening. The previous evening had been the most humiliating night of her entire life. She felt like a whore giving the blowjob while remaining hidden behind the curtain. She hadn't swallowed it all and was left walking around for an hour with come smeared all over her face and chest.
Immediately after finishing the blowjob, she stepped out of the closet only to observe Susan and Donna engaged in sixty-nine. She had stared at the two women for five minutes before it dawned on her that one day Dale would probably ask her to have sex with Susan or Donna. She wanted to throw up at the idea.
After her discussion concerning her participation in the program, they had returned to the basement. He had each woman pose for a picture. Even getting her picture taken was humiliating. It reminded her of a police mug shot. She had to stand on a pair of footprints painted on the floor and grab two bars with her hands so that her arms were outstretched. There had even been a little cradle for her to rest her head. His commands had been terse and unfeeling. The only positive thing about the whole experience was that she had been allowed to wash her face before the picture had been taken.
After the picture had been taken, she had to perform a set of exercises. Much to her surprise, she didn't think that they were significant enough to qualify as an exercise program. He had her do a single sit up, a single push up, a single chin up, a single toe-touch, a single squat, and a single jumping-jack. He had her jog in place for fifteen seconds. Taken together, they didn't seem like that much work. By the end of the exercise program, she hadn't even broken into a sweat.
She wasn't the only one who had exercised that evening. Susan had performed a hundred repetitions of every exercise that Denise had performed. Susan had gone through the exercises without a problem. Donna had performed an even more aggressive workout. It was the only time that she'd seen the women wear something and that was just a sports bra to prevent injury to their breasts during the exercise. It was all rather confusing to her.
As if adding final insult, her bedroom was the basement. Emotionally exhausted, she had stumbled to bed feeling like a dog. She had fallen asleep the previous night crying.
The door to the basement opened and Susan called down, "Get up here for breakfast."
"Okay," Denise answered. She climbed out of the bed and looked down at her naked body. She knew that according to the rules of the house that she wouldn't be able to dress until she was ready to leave for work.
There was a huge bowl of oatmeal at the table waiting for her when she finally made it to the dining room. She looked at the bowl and asked, "What is this?"
"That is your breakfast. You are going to eat a large portion of oatmeal for breakfast every morning," Dale answered. He was seated at the table wearing a robe.
"I hate oatmeal," Denise said.
"Eat it anyway," Susan said carrying a bowl of hot oatmeal over to Dale.
Denise sat down and started in on the oatmeal. She finished about three quarters of it and then said, "I can't eat any more."
"Finish it," Dale said.
Denise managed to force most of it down, but she wasn't very happy with the choice of breakfast food. She rose from her chair and said, "I'm going to have to leave so that I can swing by my apartment and change clothes for work."
"Pack a suitcase with what you need until the weekend. You'll be staying here from now on," Susan said.
"Saturday, you and Susan will pack up your apartment to put it into storage," Dale said. He dug into his bowl of oatmeal. After eating a couple of spoonfuls, he looked up and said, "Crawl under the table and blow me before you go. If you don't swallow, you'll have to wear it until you get to your apartment."
"You're a pervert," Denise said. She crawled under the table feeling like a worm. She thought to herself, 'This asshole tells me to suck him and like an idiot I do it.'
She opened his robe and slipped his cock into her mouth. She didn't have much experience sucking cock. Thinking about it, she realized that this was her third time to do it. This time she didn't cry while sucking on his cock. She just wanted to get it over with as quick as possible. It seemed that Dale wasn't cooperating and he seemed to take forever to come. She did her best to swallow hating the taste. It made her want to throw up. She didn't manage to get it all, but cheated by using a finger to clean her face.
While she crawled out from under the table, she asked, "Are you satisfied?"
"That was a pretty bad blowjob. You need lots of practice," Dale said dispassionately.
"Thanks a lot," Denise said pissed off by his comments. It seemed to her that he didn't ever say anything nice to anyone.
"You better go or you'll be late for work," Dale said.
"Right," Denise said noticing that he had finished his oatmeal while she had been blowing him.
Susan held out a paper bag and, after giving her friend a weak smile, said, "I made lunch for you."
"Thanks, Susan," Denise said. Taking the package, she was surprised by the weight of it. She had been expecting a bag of rice cakes or something equally void of calories. The bag weighed at least a pound.
"I'll see you tonight," Susan said with a hopeful smile. She knew from personal experience that returning to the house would be the hardest choice that Denise would have to make.
Denise went down to the basement and got into the clothes she had worn to the house the previous night. She fled the house without saying goodbye thinking that it would be the last time she ever stayed there. As she drove off, she thought, 'This oatmeal is just sitting in my stomach like a lead weight.'
At lunch, Denise discovered that her bag lunch contained a very decent sized submarine sandwich, a small bag of carrots, an apple, and a cookie. It was a larger lunch than she normally ate. Her diets usually had her eating a salad without dressing or something equally void of calories. Of course, she would usually break down in mid-afternoon and get some cookies or chips out of the vending machine. It was only when she was eating her lunch that she realized that she hadn't taken her normal snack break that morning. That oatmeal had really sat heavy in her stomach.
While eating, she thought about what she had done over at Dale's house. The entire experience seemed surreal to her and her actions had been so out of character. She had actually walked around naked for twelve hours and sucked a guy off twice just because she had been told to do it. He hadn't even been nice to her and yet she had gotten on her knees and sucked him off. She shivered wondering how desperate she must be if she would go through that on the slim hope of losing weight.
She realized that losing weight in the program wasn't that slim of a hope. She had seen how Susan looked after going through that program. Susan had never looked so good in her life. The weird thing was that not once in the visit had Susan complained about her diet. For as long as she had remembered, the two of them had never gone on a diet without complaining about the restrictions. That in itself was odd. Neither of them had ever remained on a diet long enough to reach their weight goals.
That the program worked was further supported by Donna. Denise had learned that Donna had once been even fatter than her. She had seen a before picture of the woman and had been shocked. It didn't seem possible to her that anyone could undergo that kind of change. Donna wasn't even in the program any more, but she continued to visit Dale on occasion. Denise couldn't comprehend why any woman would want to return to that house once she escaped it.
Dale was the great mystery to her. Although he was physically in good shape, he wasn't a particularly good looking man. His face wasn't chiseled. His nose was a little large for his face. His teeth were a little crooked. All in all, he was the kind of guy that most women would ignore in a party.
Susan's behavior bothered her a lot. Having watched her friend get undressed had only been the first major shock of the visit. She was still having a hard time getting over the image of Susan down on her knees sucking off Dale and then walking around with his come all over her face. All of that paled in comparison to watching Susan have sex with Donna. The one thing that she couldn't deny was that Susan had enjoyed it. The moans, groans, and shouts that Susan had emitted suggested that Susan had enjoyed it a lot.
In her entire history with Susan there had been no hint that her friend liked women in a sexual way. She was pretty sure that she would have known something like that. Too many years of telling each other their secrets, crying together as men treated them like dirt, and fighting their weight had passed for any secrets like that to remain. So many powerful emotions and yet there had been no hint that Susan liked women in a sexual way. Susan's behavior the previous night was inconsistent with the woman that Denise knew.
Denise finished her lunch. With her mind in continuous turmoil she was nearly oblivious to what she had eaten. She rose from the table feeling full, but a different kind of full than that which normally accompanied a binge eating episode. She made her way back to her desk and sat down to work. Unlike most days, she didn't notice that she had eaten alone.
She had just finished logging back onto her computer when her telephone rang. She answered it expecting it to be her boss. She was shocked when Dale said, "Hello. I was just calling to see how you are doing."
"Do you even care how I'm doing?" Denise asked taken totally by surprise. As far as she knew, he didn't even know her name.
"Of course I care. You're in the program," Dale answered. There was a real hint of surprise in his voice at the suggestion that he wouldn't care.
"Why are you doing this?" Denise asked confused by his reaction to her question.
"I saw a fat woman who is ready to change into a sexy woman that any man would kill to have for one night," Dale answered and then hung up the phone.
Stunned, Denise stared at the handset. She put the handset down and wondered what was happening to her. The telephone rang and she answered it. Susan said, "Hello, Denise. I was calling to find out how you are doing. How are you doing?"
"I don't know how I'm doing," Denise answered.
"I know how you feel. I walked around in a fog after my first night in the program. I kept thinking that I couldn't believe what I had done," Susan said.
"I'm so confused," Denise said.
"Just hang in there. It does get better. You'll find that you'll like some parts of the program a lot," Susan said.
"I don't see how. I feel like a used condom," Denise said putting into words how she had felt after sucking off Dale those two times. She had been a repository for his come and nothing more than that.
Susan laughed and said, "I know exactly what you mean. I used to feel the same way. I felt so violated at times that I didn't think I would survive. I don't know how many tears I shed while submitting to him. I cried every time at first."
"You sure don't act like that now," Denise said.
"One day it was like someone flipped a switch in my head and I really got into what I was doing. I've never felt bad about it since then," Susan said. She would have told her friend more, but she was pretty sure that Denise wouldn't understand it.
"I can't see that happening to me," Denise said.
"You'll see. Tonight after you and Dale have your long talk, I'll be spending the night with him. I'm looking forward to it," Susan said.
"I don't understand how you can feel that way," Denise said.
Susan laughed and said, "You will. Well, I better get back to work. I'll talk to you later."
"Sure," Denise said. She hung up the phone and considered the conversation. Despite the fact that every instinct was telling her to flee, she would have to stay long enough to rescue her friend from the evil clutches of Dale.
The work day passed without incident and then it was time to head home. She left the office well behind on her work. She just wasn't able to concentrate on it. Denise wasn't sure what she was going to do. Her thoughts had transitioned from rescuing Susan to the diet program. She could return to her apartment and forget about Dale or she could go to Dale's to give it one more chance. Even as she walked to her car, she wasn't sure which she would do. She drove back to her apartment on autopilot; not even sure how she had gotten there.
She wandered through her apartment feeling like something was missing. It dawned on her that she was alone. No one was going to come over that evening or even the next. Friday and Saturday nights she would go out to a bar in the slim hope of picking up someone, but that hope was slim. Hundreds of trips to the bar had yielded a single one-night stand with a guy who was too drunk to even perform. As much as she hated being a come repository to Dale, being with Susan, and even Dale, had beat being alone.
She went to her closet and packed a bag with clothes for the rest of the week. It was hard to say what motivated her. Was it that she was going to rescue Susan? Was it her fear of being alone for the rest of her life? Was it the hope that she would lose weight and find someone to love? Was it boredom? She didn't know and that uncertainty bothered her. The one thing that she did know was that what she had been doing in the past hadn't worked. If things didn't work out, she'd do what she could to rescue Susan.
Denise entered the house carrying her luggage and a belly full of butterflies. Once inside the door, she reached behind her back to unzip the zipper of the dress she was wearing. A very naked Susan came out of her room and said, "Dale isn't here yet."
"Good," Denise said. She wasn't sure if she could handle undressing in front of him.
"Let me help you with your zipper," Susan said. She stepped behind Denise and helped her get out of her dress.
"I don't know why I'm here," Denise said while undoing her bra.
"You'll figure it out soon enough," Susan said.
"I feel like I'm losing all of my self-respect," Denise said. She pulled her panties down to her knees and then let them fall to the floor.
"You don't have any self-respect," Susan said in a matter of fact tone of voice.
"Hey," Denise shouted offended by Susan's comment.
Susan ignored the outburst and said, "You and I lost our self-respect the first day that someone called us fat and we believed them. You still believe it. I don't. I've gotten my self-respect back. You will, but until that day comes you are going to take an emotional beating like you wouldn't believe."
"I've got self-respect," Denise said defensively.
Susan poked her friend in a roll of fat and asked, "Are you a fat woman?"
"Yes," Denise answered.
"Wrong answer," Susan said sadly. She shook her head and said, "The program will change you, but it isn't going to be easy. It wasn't easy for me."
"So are we prisoners here?" Denise asked wondering if once she entered the house in the evening that she was trapped until it was time to go to work the next day.
"Prisoners?" Susan asked.
"I mean, once we come in we can't go out again," Denise said.
"No. You can come and go as you want. Of course, you'll be cheating yourself of the benefits of being in the program. If you are gone almost all of the time, Dale will drop you from the program," Susan answered.
"I don't get it," Denise said.
"You'll have a long talk with Dale tonight where you will discuss the goals for the program. I really suggest that you don't drink anything before the talk and that you go to the bathroom first. He's going to keep you there until you come to some major decisions," Susan said. She had been warned by Donna and had really appreciated the warning before the night was over.
"Okay," Denise said.
Dinner that night was a grilled swordfish steak, steamed vegetables, salad, rolls, and a slice of chocolate cake for desert. The food was flavorful and filling. Denise had looked at all of the food unable to believe that this was her diet. She decided that it hadn't started yet. During one of the few lulls in conversation, she asked, "When does my diet start?"
"What diet?" Dale asked looking across the table at her.
"The one where I lose the weight," Denise answered.
"No diet. You'll just eat balanced meals," Dale answered.
Seeing that Denise wasn't satisfied with the answer, Susan asked, "Did you eat the lunch that I packed for you?"
"Yes," Denise answered.
"Did you snack at all today or have any soft drinks?" Susan asked.
"No. I did have a diet soda," Denise answered. It wasn't until Susan had asked the question that she had realized that she hadn't had an afternoon snack.
"With all of the food you've eaten today, you've gotten about two hundred calories less than you normally eat," Susan said.
"We don't discuss calories at the dinner table," Dale said with a trace of anger in his voice. He growled and said, "Fat people think about calories all of the time."
"I was just trying to reassure her," Susan said.
"She doesn't need reassurance. She needs to eat her meals and enjoy them. Meals are times to replenish what the body has used up in the course of the day, to enjoy the flavors of the food and to appreciate the social occasion of dining together. A meal isn't the time to obsess about calories, fat, or life's miseries," Dale said sharply.
"You're right," Susan said. She hadn't realized that she had stopped counting calories until that morning. The only reason it had even entered her mind was because she knew that Denise would be worried about how much food she was eating.
"Two hundred calories less than usual," Denise said still thinking about how much she had eaten that day.
Dale rapped on the table getting her attention and then said, "We don't discuss calories at the table."
Rather than argue, Denise nodded her head and looked down at her plate. She hadn't read that in the list of rules. It seemed to her that the list of rules was only intended to make it easier for Dale to live his perverted lifestyle. Women were supposed to satisfy his sexual urges. It started with them walking around naked and ended with them serving as the receptacle for his come.
Easing the sudden tension at the table, Susan said, "It is time for us to clear the table and wash the dishes."
"Okay," Denise said thankful to have something to do rather than sit there feeling miserable.
"After dinner, you and I will have a long talk. You might want to stop by the bathroom before coming in my study. I don't like to interrupt discussions with needless breaks," Dale said. He rose from the table and said, "I'm going to take a quick swim in the pool while you are working in the kitchen."
After Dale had left, Denise asked, "When did we become his maids?"
"It is all part of the program," Susan answered.
"I don't even know what the program is," Denise said. So far, it seemed like the program was one exercise in degradation after another.
"Look. If you weren't helping me with the dishes, what would you be doing? I'll tell you. You'd be sitting around on your fat ass letting your ass get fatter. That's what you'd be doing," Susan said while picking up the plates. She glanced over at Denise taking note that her friend was still seated at the table.
"Maybe," Denise said rather disturbed by her friend's caustic way of putting things. It seemed that Susan had lost a lot of her understanding and compassion as a result of the program.
Susan paused and looked over at Denise. In a softer voice, she said, "Believe or not, we've got your best interests at heart."
"You could be a little gentler about it," Denise said.
"No. That's one of the things that Dale has taught me. Sometimes being gentle doesn't help. You need to learn some things and there can't be any ambiguity about the lessons," Susan said looking over at her friend. It broke her heart to see what she was going through, but she had gone through it and emerged stronger than ever.
"Let's get these dishes washed," Denise said rising from her chair.
"I guess I should warn you that he doesn't have an automatic dishwasher that works," Susan said.
"Great," Denise said thinking that it was ridiculous to wash dishes by hand in these modern times. She asked, "When is he going to get it fixed."
"Now that I think about it, I don't know if the dishwasher works or not. We've just never used it around here," Susan said.
"Oh," Denise said. It had been a long time since she had washed dishes by hand. It wasn't as bad as she had remembered. The two women chatted while working. The conversation reminded her of times back in college when they would talk while doing laundry together.
Deciding that it would be wise to take everyone's advice, Denise stopped by the bathroom before joining Dale in his study. She was struck by the masculine appearance of the room. Filling a wall was an array of photographs of naked women arranged in columns. At the base of each column was a picture of a fat ugly woman. At the top of the column was a picture of an attractive sexy looking woman. Each column documented the evolution of a woman through the program. She counted the columns surprised to learn that there were sixteen of them.
Dale rose when she entered and said, "Kneel in front of me."
Knowing what was going to happen, Denise didn't bother to fight it. Susan had reminded her several times that the price she was paying for being in the program was satisfying his sexual urges. It was a high price, but she was willing to pay it for at least a little while. She knelt in front of him. He removed his robe and threw it over her. He lifted an edge and thrust his cock under it. He said, "Suck it."
Humiliated by his treatment of her, she took his cock in his mouth. Again she did her best to get it over with as soon as possible. Every second that passed just reinforced the humiliation she felt. It seemed to her that he was doing his best to keep from coming just to prolong the humiliating experience. She survived by entertaining the idea of biting it off.
When he had filled her mouth with his come, he removed the robe that had covered her. He removed the belt from his robe and laid it on the floor so that it created a small circle. He gestured to the circle and said, "Stand inside the circle. You are not to leave it until we have finished our discussion. If you step out of it, then that will be the end of your participation in the program."
"It is too small to sit down in," Denise said.
"That's right," Dale said with a smile. He added, "You're going to have to stand."
"Why?" Denise asked.
"I'll explain it all once you've gotten in the circle," Dale said. Still naked, he walked to a location a few paces away from the circle.
Denise stepped into the circle and said, "So answer my question."
"Fat women have no discipline. One of the goals of the program is to develop discipline. When you are happy doing something and can take breaks, there isn't a need for discipline. We ignore the need for discipline for the most part, but it is important. Discipline comes into play when we are doing something that we hate, when we are physically uncomfortable, and when things look bad. You draw upon discipline to persevere in order to accomplish the difficult," Dale said looking her in the eye.
"I have discipline," Denise said.
"By the end of our little discussion, you will have proved that to me and, perhaps, convinced yourself of that fact," Dale said with a wry smile that sent chills down Denise's back.
"Okay," Denise said drawing the word out so that it sounded like it had three syllables.
"The purpose of the program is to enable you to redefine yourself as a person. To accomplish that, we must both know what it is you want to become," Doug said.
The discussion spanned the most miserable three hours of her life. Her knees were screaming for relief from supporting her weight. Her feet hurt. By the end, she thought her bladder was going to burst. During the entire time, Dale had stood across from her without shifting or moving at all. He had been like a statue through the whole discussion.
When the discussion ended, Dale said, "We'll go and do your exercises. After you've done them, you can spend ten minutes in the sauna and then have a dip in the pool."
"Thanks," Denise said. The idea of sitting in a sauna for ten minutes really sounded good to her.
She didn't see Susan until she went out to the pool after what had to be one of the lamest exercise sessions that she had ever experienced. It was the same set of exercises as the previous night although the number of every exercise had moved up from one to two. She was unimpressed with Dale's exercise routine thinking that it had to hurt in order to accomplish anything.
Susan stopped swimming laps and said, "Come on in, the water is wonderful."
"I can use it," Denise said thinking that it would be wonderful to relax in the pool for a change.
"It is hard to stand there like that, isn't it?" Susan said.
"Horrible," Denise said.
"It gets easier," Susan said.
"You keep saying that," Denise said feeling a little depressed. The life that she was going to try to obtain was so different from what she had known that it seemed like an impossible goal. The sad thing was that her goals were not all that different from women all over the world. She wanted the security of having a loving husband, a house surrounded by a white picket fence, and kids.