Day 227 Saturday
Denise knelt in front of Dale and slipped his cock in her mouth. With practiced ease, she worked it down her throat knowing that he enjoyed the sensation during first half of a blowjob, but preferred that she concentrate more on the head during the last half. She reached up and gently fondled his balls. With her other hand, she tickled his asshole. Dale groaned at the triple assault on his nervous system.
"I want to come on your face," Dale grunted barely able to get the words out.
Surprised at the request, Denise redoubled her efforts on his cock. When his ball sack started to lift, she eased off on his cock and started to jack him off with her hand. She slid a finger into his ass and massaged his prostate gland. He exploded all over her face. When he finished coming, she took his cock back in her mouth and sucked it clean.
Leaning back, she looked over at Victoria and said, "That's how it is done."
Victoria had watched the scene unfold in front of her with wide-eyes. She didn't even know how to respond to Denise's statement. She shook her head in disbelief.
Dale looked at Victoria and said, "Wash her face off."
Victoria stared at him as if she didn't understand a word he said. She had one arm covering her breasts and a hand covering her pussy. She was hunched over trying to hide as much of her body as possible. She wondered if he was really serious that she should move around.
Suddenly understanding why Dale had wanted to come on her face, Denise said, "Victoria! Go get a moist face cloth and a towel."
"I can't move," Victoria managed to squeak out. Her cousin had brought her there an hour before and had made her strip. She had waited feeling brave until Dale had entered the room. All of her bravado had collapsed and she had become paralyzed to the spot. She hadn't even been able to speak when her cousin had left the house.
Dale said, "Snap out of it, girl!"
"I'm naked," Victoria said as if that explained everything.
Looking over at the fat girl, Denise said, "So am I and you don't see me standing there like that."
"I can't move," Victoria whimpered. The idea of walking across the room terrified her. They'd see her nipples and her pussy. It was hard to move in her current position.
Denise looked at the young woman. She'd had her twenty-first birthday the day before. At 5'5" in height she weighed in at a very heavy 187. For her frame size and height, her ideal weight was between 117 and 130. Dale had decided that she'd look best at around 127 which meant that she was 60 pounds overweight. Denise looked over at Dale and said, "The fat girl isn't going to move."
"You're right," Dale said after a studying Victoria for a few minutes. He sighed and said, "Wear my come until she cleans it off of you."
"Yes, Dale," Denise answered knowing that he was trying to use guilt to motivate Victoria to cooperate with him. She walked over at Victoria who was doing her best not to look at her. Moving so that she was right in Victoria's face, she said, "Thanks to you, I've got to wear this mess on my face."
Victoria shuddered, but didn't answer.
Dale knew that she was waiting for him to leave the room. He went over to the couch and sat where she could see him. He crossed his legs and leaned back to make himself comfortable. Folding his hands behind his head, he said, "I hate having sex with fat women."
"I can understand why," Denise said. She wondered if she had been as bad as that on the first day in the program. Of course, she had given Dale a blowjob rather than breakdown crying that she didn't know how like Victoria had done. After several attempts to get her to try, Dale had commanded Denise to show her how it was done.
"They don't try," Dale said.
"I know. What's so hard with sticking a cock in your mouth and sucking on it?" Denise asked.
"There's more to it than that," Dale said.
"It is a start," Denise countered.
"That's true," Dale said, "Have a seat and we'll just watch her stand there."
"Okay," Denise said joining Dale on the couch.
Victoria stood in the middle of the room trying to look as small as possible. Considering her size, she wasn't very small looking. She stood there for ten minutes withering under their calm observation of her. Finally, she could take it any longer. She said, "Leave."
"Who?" Dale asked.
"You," she answered desperate for him to go. She felt that she could handle being naked in front of the woman, but not him.
"Nope. I'm going to watch you all day long," Dale said stretching out the word 'all' so that it was almost as long as the rest of the sentence. He cocked his head and stared at her.
Knowing it was time to add pressure on Victoria, Denise said, "I'm hungry. When's lunch?"
"We won't have lunch until after Victoria cleans up your face," Dale said in a conversational tone of voice.
"So you mean I have to suffer because of her," Denise said. Dale had warned her not to show any compassion to Victoria. She was to avoid providing any excuses for the girl. It was hard to do particularly when she understood how the other woman felt.
Nodding his head, Dale replied, "That's right."
Denise asked, "So how long do you think we'll have to wait?"
"We'll probably have to wait until dinner time. Victoria doesn't strike me as someone who cares too much about your problems," Dale said.
"I think you're right. She won't move until she's hungry," Denise said.
Dale nodded his head and said, "That's the problem with fat women. The only problems that matter are their problems. Victoria is focused on Victoria. She only sees her nudity and doesn't see that you are naked or that I'm half naked. Her nudity is a problem. Your nudity is just a little bit of the background scenery."
"That's pretty self-involved," Denise commented. She had been like that until a few months before. It had taken her a long time to just learn how to accept the situation as it was. It was even harder to accept that the rules existed before she showed up and that they weren't directed at her specifically.
"Slovenly, undisciplined, self-involved, self-obsessed, and self-centered are the characteristics that define a fat woman," Dale said. He wondered if Victoria would rouse out of her shame long enough to ask about the difference between being self-involved, self-obsessed, and self- centered.
"I'll remember that," Denise said. She already understood that, but knew the conversation was more for Victoria's benefit than hers.
"Fat women blame their weight for all of their problems. If they can't blame their weight, then they blame everyone else. They don't acknowledge that they are responsible for their problems," Dale said.
Denise looked at Victoria and said, "Sometimes their problems aren't even problems."
"That's true of everyone," Dale said glancing over at Denise. He returned to staring at Victoria.
Denise said, "All she has to do is walk across the room to the bathroom, get a face cloth and a towel, and come back here. What's the big deal?"
Dale laughed and said, "Oh it is a big deal in her mind. She's going to have to do something for someone else for a change. She's already naked and we've already seen all that there is to see, but she doesn't want us to see her body. She's locked in her little self-involved world."
Listening to the conversation, Victoria felt lower than an earthworm. They were discussing her as if she wasn't even in the room. She knew that they didn't understand. She couldn't just walk around in front of them without hiding her ugly body. She would be mortified by doing that. She glanced over at Denise taking in the come splattered across her face.
Victoria wanted to question how it was that she had come to be there, but knew that it was actually a very simple story. For four weeks, Karen had told her and her family about the program and how effective it was. She had edited some key details in front of the parents, but she'd basically told the whole story. At first, her father had put his foot down when it came to nudity and sex.
For the first two weeks of discussion, Victoria felt as if this was some abstract choice that would never be presented to her. All of that changed when she told her parents what she wanted for her twenty-first birthday. As a present, Victoria had requested that her parents pay for a surgical procedure to staple her stomach so that she could lose weight. Instead of surgery, her parents had embraced Karen's suggestion that she join Dale's program.
The tone her parents took when discussing the program changed. They didn't like the idea of their daughter getting an invasive surgical procedure to lose weight when there were less radical options available to her. Victoria couldn't believe her parents reaction to her reminders about the nudity and sex. She nearly passed out when her father had said, "Maybe you need to get laid."
Victoria knew that her family was aware of most details of the program, but she wasn't aware of how much they knew. Karen had been totally honest and had described in great detail what had happened to her. She told them how it had changed her and allowed her to learn how to love. With that kind of honesty, they trusted Karen not to recommend something that would harm their daughter. They announced their decision the night of her birthday.
Victoria had protested, but her parents had turned a deaf ear to her arguments. She would have fought harder to stay out of the program, but she had come to believe Karen's comment about how the program would lead her to a long-term weight loss. In her desperation to be slender, she had agreed to join the program.
Although she had been warned, Dale and the rules of the house had shocked Victoria. Karen had praised the man who was in charge of it making him sound like some sort of saint. She couldn't believe that a saint would actually require her to be naked and do everything he said. The sex acts that were described in the rules were absolutely disgusting.
She knew that she had made a mistake the moment that she had stripped. She had thought she would be able to handle the nudity, but she wasn't dealing with it. She didn't know what to do to get out of there. She couldn't run out of the house without her clothes and she didn't know where her clothes were. She felt trapped in the house and convinced that he was going to rape her anytime now.
Denise watched Victoria almost able to read her thoughts. She sighed as she thought about what the young woman was feeling. She wondered what she could do to speed things up. She said, "I'm hungry."
"You said that before," Dale commented.
Denise said, "I didn't say it for your benefit. I want her to know that I'm hungry."
"Don't bother. She doesn't care," Dale said.
She knew how hearing about food would spark Victoria into action. When a fat woman was faced with a choice between hunger and pride, pride always lost. Denise asked, "What are we having for lunch?"
"I thought we'd start with some French Onion Soup. It is made from scratch. I started it last night in the Crockpot," Dale said.
"With the melted cheese on top?" Denise asked.
"Of course," Dale answered. Victoria stared at Dale wondering how that was part of his program. A soup like that had to have a ton of calories.
"I love that," Denise said. She asked, "What about the main course?"
"I thought we'd have lean roast beef sandwiches made with homemade bread. I've got lettuce, tomatoes, and onions ready," Dale said.
"Vinegar and oil with oregano?" Denise asked.
"Of course," Dale answered.
Victoria said, "Are you crazy? I can't eat that. The calories would make me swell up like a blimp."
"We don't count calories," Dale said sharply.
"Sounds good," Denise said, "I think that is one of my favorite lunches."
Dale said, "I thought that since we had a new participant in the program that a good home cooked meal would be nice."
"Wasted gesture," Denise said looking over at Victoria. It was obvious that all of the talk about food had awakened the woman's hunger. She would have smiled, but that would have ruined her effort.
"You and I would have enjoyed it," Dale said with a sigh. He said, "I put a lot of work into it, particularly the soup."
"You really make the best French Onion Soup. What kind of stock did you use?" Denise asked.
"A veal and beef stock," Dale answered.
"So thick and rich," Denise said.
"I even got some pumpernickel bread," Dale said.
Denise could see that Victoria was listening to the description of the meal. She said, "Since I'll have to wait until dinner to eat, I'd like to know what is for diner."
"Grilled shrimp kabob on rice pilaf. I got the really large shrimp. I figure we'll have two skewers each since I've got a ton of vegetables to go on the skewer with the shrimp. I thought we'd have a tomato and onion salad to go with it," Dale said.
"That sounds delicious," Denise said.
Dale said, "The weather has warmed up enough to grill outdoors."
"I love food that's been grilled outside. It just tastes different somehow," Denise said.
"I know. I was having a hard time deciding between shrimp kabobs and steak, but I figured with the lunch that the shrimp was a better choice."
Denise nodded her head and said, "I agree. What's for desert?"
"I got a chocolate cake for desert," Dale said.
"All of this talk of food is really making me hungry," Denise said.
"I'm hungry, too," Victoria said half afraid of drawing attention to her naked body.
"What do I care?" Denise asked scornfully.
"Well, I am," Victoria said shrinking into herself. Dale hadn't taken his eyes off of her during most of the conversation. There was no way to hide from his gaze.
"You don't care enough to wash this come off my face, so why should I care if you're hungry?" Denise asked.
'You should care because I am hungry, ' Victoria thought. She wasn't going to give that answer aloud. She knew that it would make her sound like a horrible person. Of course, even thinking the answer made her feel bad.
Denise said, "I know what she's thinking. She's thinking that I should care because she's the one that's hungry."
Shocked at hearing her thoughts from Denise's mouth, Victoria stood there for a minute staring at Dale and Denise. Not only was she physically naked, she was emotionally naked. It dawned on her that as long as she was standing there, they were looking at her. The only way to escape their examination was to get out there. She looked at Dale and then dashed from the room.
Pleased with the result of her comment, Denise smiled at Dale. He understood exactly what Denise was trying to convey. Dale said, "Good job."
"Thanks," Denise replied.
Dale asked, "What do you want to bet that she comes back with a towel wrapped around her?"
"The farm," Denise answered knowing that Dale was probably correct.
"You'll take care of it?"
Denise nodded her head and answered, "Yes."
"Good," Dale said.
Victoria came back carrying a wash cloth and a towel in her hands. Just as Dale had predicted, she had a bath towel wrapped around her body. Denise presented her face for the woman to wipe. Shuddering as if touching something truly disgusting, Victoria cleaned Denise's face with the cloth. Denise bore the rough scrubbing without complaint. Once the face was clean, Denise grabbed the towel that was wrapped around Victoria and pulled it off of her. She dabbed her face with the towel and said, "Thank you."
Victoria had reacted to the towel being removed by dropping to the floor and crab walking away while trying to cover her body. It would have been funny except that it was so sad. Rather than comment on her behavior, Dale said, "Lunch time."
Denise rose from her seat and said, "Let's eat."
Dale walked towards the kitchen. Before leaving the room, he paused and turned to look at Victoria. In a no nonsense voice, he said, "Don't ever cover yourself like that again. You are naked for a reason. Do I make myself clear?"
"What will you do to me if I do?" Victoria asked looking at him defiantly.
"I'll fill the crotch of a pair of panties with mentholated rub and let you wear it," Dale answered looking down at Victoria. There wasn't even the hint of a smile on his face.
"Oh my god, that would burn my sensitive skin," Victoria said terrified. She curled into a tight ball on the floor as if that would protect her pussy from his evil ways. It was hard to believe that this was the same man described by her cousin.
Giving her a very threatening looking smile, Dale answered, "No, it would just feel like it."
Victoria looked at Denise and asked, "Would he really do that?"
"I don't know. He isn't the kind of man to make idle threats," Denise answered squeezing her legs together at the idea of wearing a pair of underwear like that.
"I hate you. I hate you both," Victoria shouted. It wasn't all that forceful considering her curled up position on the floor. It came out more like pleading than angered.
"Lunch will be ready in ten minutes," Dale said ignoring the outburst. She'd been there for three hours and things weren't going well. He hoped that she would settle down soon.
Dale and Denise were seated at the table with hot crocks filled with soup. A thin layer of cheese covered the crock. The cheese was a nice toasty brown from being broiled. Denise said, "Should we wait for her?"
"No," Dale said, "If she doesn't eat with us, then she won't eat at all."
"Fine," Denise said.
Driven by her hunger, Victoria dashed into the room and sat down in the chair furthest away from the other two people. She sank down in the seat so that the majority of her body was hidden from view by the table.
Dale looked at her and said, "You chair is over here between us."
"I'm fine here," Victoria said.
"I'm not fine with you seated over there," Dale said pointedly.
Giving up, Victoria moved to the chair that Dale had indicated. She continued to slouch and covered her breasts with her left arm. With her other hand she grabbed the spoon. She asked, "How many calories are in this soup?"
Dale said, "We don't count calories at the dinner table."
"Okay," Victoria said. She bit her lip and said, "I guess you figure all that out when you create the meal."
"We don't discuss calories at the table," Dale said.
"Okay," Victoria said. She tried a little of the soup.
Denise ate her soup watching Victoria eating. She knew that Victoria was not enjoying the meal. She was eating because she had to eat. Food was a curse that controlled her life. She looked at Dale and asked, "Was I that bad?"
"Yes," Dale answered honestly.
Not liking the answer, but recognizing that it was the truth, Denise said, "I find it hard to believe that I ever acted like that."
No one talked while they finished the soup. Victoria was feeling like she had managed to cover all of the important parts as much as possible. That feeling disappeared when she looked at the sandwich and realized that she'd have to use both hands to eat it. She wanted to cry. The small crock of soup had wet her appetite. There was no way that she could walk away from the table now.
Dale looked over at her while she tried to eat her sandwich and cover her breasts at the same time. He frowned and said, "Give it up. It's not working. You're going to be naked, so get used to it."
"I hate you," Victoria said near tears.
"He's right," Denise said.
"I hate you, too."
The sandwich won the battle and Victoria had to give up trying to cover her body while eating it. She took large bites out of the sandwich barely tasting it. It sat heavy in her dry mouth and she had to chase it down with iced tea. For Victoria, the lunch was a long miserable experience. When she finished eating, she was prepared to bolt from the room, but Dale said, "Don't go yet. I want you to give me a hand job once I finish eating, Victoria."
Victoria covered her breasts with her hands and stayed slouched down in her chair. She kept glancing over at Dale noticing that he was taking his time eating. It was as if the impending torture session that he was about to put her through had no real meaning for him. She asked, "Why do you have to torture me like this?"
"Excuse me? I wasn't aware that I was torturing you. Would you mind explaining that to me," Dale said putting down his sandwich.
"You're making such a big deal out of eating knowing that I'm dreading doing that thing to you," Victoria answered.
"I'm enjoying my sandwich because it is very tasty. When I finish eating, I'll try to enjoy the hand job that you'll be giving me. You agreed to do that before I accepted you into the program. This isn't an attempt to torture you, but to get you to live up to your end of the bargain," Dale replied.
"I don't want to do that," Victoria said.
Dale said, "You may not want to do it, but you've agreed to do it."
Victoria hadn't read the entire agreement knowing that she'd sign it no matter what it said. Karen had really done a good job of convincing her that this was the only way that she'd stop being a fat woman. She stared at Dale and said, "I didn't realize what I was signing."
"I gave you plenty of time to read it and ask questions," Dale said.
"I know," Victoria said. She bit her lower lip and asked, "Can we renegotiate this?"
"No. You live up to the agreement or you leave. If you leave, there's no chance for you to re- enter the program," Dale said. He was silent for a second and then added, "I won't say that it is inevitable that you'll stay a fat woman for the rest of your life, but I will say that the odds of that are overwhelmingly good."
"I'll get my stomach stapled," Victoria said.
Dale laughed and said, "That doesn't matter. That won't keep you from being a fat woman."
"He's right," Denise said.
Angry, Victoria stood up and held her arms out so that her body was uncovered for the first time since arriving. She shouted, "There! Do you like what you see?"
"Not particularly," Dale answered picking up his sandwich. He took a bite out of it.
"I don't get it. Why do I have to be naked? Why do I have to have sex with you?" Victoria asked.
Seeing that Dale was still chewing, Denise answered, "Because you agreed to do that as the price for his part in the program. You'll also learn about yourself in the process and those lessons are part of the program."
"Walking around naked with this pervert leering at me all of the time is going to teach me something?"
"He isn't exactly leering at you, but you've got the gist of it right," Denise answered causing Dale to chuckle.
Victoria sat there sulking while Dale finished his sandwich. Once he was done, he pulled his chair away from the table. Parting the robe he was wearing so that his cock was accessible, he said, "Give me a hand job."
Victoria reached over and grabbed his cock in a death grip. She pulled on it.
Dale shot out of the chair screaming and just managed to prevent his fist from making contact with the side of her head. He shouted, "Let go."
Flustered by his violent reaction, Victoria let go and asked, "What did I do wrong?"
"You're supposed to be giving me a hand job, not pulling weeds out of a garden," Dale said holding his hands over his crotch.
Denise reached over and grabbed Victoria by the nipple and twisted. Victoria screamed in pain. Releasing the nipple, Denise said, "You are dealing with a person's body. Be gentle."
"I get it," Victoria said feeling like her nipple was on fire. She reached over towards Dale's cock, but he backed away.
Angry, he said, "Not now. It hurts too much."
"Oh," Victoria said holding a hand over her throbbing nipple.