Day 3 Friday
Denise sat in the office doing her work. Her mind was only half on what she was doing. The morning had started off with her giving Dale a blowjob. She had tried her best not to be too brutal, but she could tell that he wasn't happy. She had a feeling that he wasn't going to get close to her that evening. She didn't know how she felt about that. It didn't make her feel very good to know that a man would rather stick his cock in a meat grinder than her mouth.
Lost in her thoughts, she was surprised when Karen, her boss and owner of the company, stopped by her cubicle. She didn't even notice the woman until she asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Denise said. She didn't like to lie like that, but felt that Karen would go crazy if she heard the truth.
"You don't seem like yourself," Karen said with a worried expression on her face. Some of the other employees had mentioned that Denise had been acting stressed out and snapped at everyone for the least little thing.
"I'm fine," Denise said.
Karen said, "You can come talk to me if there's something going on here at the office that is bothering you."
"There's nothing at the office bothering me," Denise snapped.
"Okay," Karen said easing back a little. She didn't want to upset Denise any more.
"Do you mind if I leave a little early today?" Denise asked thinking that a few minutes at her apartment might help her work through her issues a little.
"Go ahead," Karen said.
Denise made her way to her apartment. It was different entering it that afternoon. It reminded her of how the house felt after returning from a vacation. Everything was there just as she left it, but it didn't match her memories of how it had been. It was almost like she had already given it up and that it wasn't home any more. Her possessions were there, but that homey safe feeling was gone.
The problem was that Dale's house wasn't home either. She felt adrift in life and that was very unsettling. More than anything else, she desired security. She wanted to know that tomorrow would be just like today only better. The problem was that tomorrow was likely to be just like today only worse. She wondered how many times she'd be on her knees sucking that damned cock.
Feeling uneasy about her situation, she walked around the living room looking at the décor. It was as though she was trying to commit her apartment to memory. Her feelings about the memories in that apartment were mixed. Too many lonely nights spend wishing for love constituted the majority of her memories of that place. There were a few memories of her and Susan spending time chatting about their lives and hopes.
She stopped and picked up the photo album. Sitting down, she looked through the album at the pictures of her life. There were pictures of her and Susan in elementary school. There were other pictures of them in Junior High and High School. She wanted to cry at the expressions on their faces. Those were the good times, but the expressions always showed a slight trace of melancholy. The girls in the photographs didn't look happy.
She sat back in the chair and flipped through the album a second time. Picture after picture showed a slightly overweight girl growing up to become a fat woman. She studied the picture of Susan thinking about what she had been observing of her friend lately. It was hard to admit, but Susan looked happier now than in those photographs. As her best friend, it hurt to think that she had nothing to do with that change.
"How did I get here?" Denise asked the four walls of her apartment. It was a painful question. The answers were even more painful. She said, "I remember the kids in elementary school running around me shouting out Fatty. They seemed to have taken great pleasure in making me cry. It never stopped. In high school, the boys made lewd suggestions about fat women in bed and laughed at me. I can't remember a period of time when people weren't horrible to me.
"What was it that Derrick said? He had fucked a fat woman only to discover that he had missed her pussy and fucked a fold of fat. He was an asshole, but that really hurt. God I wanted to kill him that day. I don't think I've ever cried that hard.
"It wasn't only the kids that said hateful things. Even Aunt Laura said that I was a nice girl but it was a shame that I was so fat. She was my favorite aunt until she said that. I was crushed. Your family is supposed to love you no matter what."
Denise stared at the floor for five minutes. She looked up at the ceiling and asked, "What did I do to deserve this? I've been reduced to being a come receptacle. This sucks."
There was a knock on her door. Surprised, she got up and answered it. Susan said, "I figured that I'd find you here."
"Oh," Denise said wondering why Susan was even looking for her.
Susan came in the apartment and looked at the photo album on the coffee table. She said, "I remember doing the same thing. I sat at home alone looking through my old photographs and railing against God for such a miserable life. I tried to figure out if I was going to continue with the program. I did, but I almost didn't."
"Why did you continue?"
Susan smiled at the question and said, "I weighed myself. Even though only four days had gone by, I had lost two pounds. I hadn't even been aware it had happened."
"Two pounds. My weight fluctuates more than that over a week," Denise said.
"You've been eating meals all week without counting calories. I bet you figure that you should have gained weight," Susan said.
"I suppose," Denise said.
"Go weigh yourself," Susan said with a smile.
Denise went into the bathroom and stepped on the little scale. She looked down at the dial. It did look like she had lost a pound, maybe two. She came out of the bathroom and said, "You're right."
"The first couple of pounds are actually the easy ones. It will get harder to lose weight, but then the exercises will kick in and the weight will start to drop again," Susan said.
Denise said, "I don't know if I can keep this up. I really feel horrible living there. I feel like a whore."
"I heard that last night didn't go too well," Susan said.
"It has never gone well," Denise said.
Susan was silent for a while and then said, "I know you don't think too well of me."
"You can say that again," Denise said.
Ignoring the less than complementary remark, Susan said, "I had been living there for almost six months feeling as miserable as you feel now. Donna had been living there at the same time, but she left at the end of her program. All of a sudden, I was the only one at the house and I was satisfying Dale's sexual urges five and six times a day. I hated it as much or more than you. It seemed to me that he was shoving his cock in every hole of my body twice a day. He'd come and I'd crawl away to cry. He was still throwing a blanket over me saying that he didn't like looking at a fat woman while he was getting off. It was horrible."
"What happened?" Denise said.
Susan said, "One day I was sucking his cock and I realized something."
"What?"
"I realized that I had had his cock in my mouth a hundred times and I had never looked at it. Can you believe that?" Susan said.
"Yes," Denise answered. She routinely closed her eyes before putting that damned cock in her mouth.
"I stopped sucking him and just looked at it. Do you know what I discovered?" Susan said.
"What?"
"That it was a pretty amazing thing," Susan answered.
"That's it?" Denise asked with a puzzled expression on her face. Her discovery seemed to be a little underwhelming.
"No, but that's all you need to know for now. Don't look at his cock like it is some kind of enemy weapon," Susan answered.
"I can't help it. He's a jerk and an asshole. I just can't believe it when I see you acting like a whore with him," Denise said.
She sighed and said, "I'm not a whore."
"Yes you are," Denise said.
"I was a whore. There was a time when I was just like you. I was trading sex to be in the program. Now, I'm doing it for completely different reasons," Susan said.
"Why?"
"I do things with him because I get pleasure out of it. He gets a pleasure out of it. We are both a little happier because of it," Susan said.
"That just makes you a slut instead of a whore," Denise said.
"Maybe," Susan said with a frown. She took a long breath and said, "Let's say that I am a slut. I'd rather be a slut who is happy having sex than a spinster sitting all alone in my apartment never having experienced the pleasures that men and women can give each other."
"You want to be a slut?" Denise asked.
Susan didn't answer. She leaned over and picked up the photo album. She flipped through a few pages and then pointed to one of the pictures. She said, "I remember the day your mother took this picture. We had gone to the Museum of Natural History on a school field trip."
"That's right," Denise said.
"I remember Derrick pointing to the display with cave men and shouting how even cave men would run at the sight of the two of us," Susan said.
"I remember," Denise said, "Derrick is an asshole."
"Your mother took us out for ice cream to help cheer us up," Susan said.
"Thank you mother for all of those calories," Denise said sarcastically.
Susan gave a short laugh and then said, "We've been through a lot of bad times together."
"You can say that again," Denise said. She thought about all of the little incidents like that which had happened to them while growing up. They were nicknamed the fat twins by some of the kids at school.
"In hindsight, a lot of those insults were pretty stupid. I mean, that comment about cave men — what kind of stupid remark is that?" Susan said.
"It wasn't the remark that hurt. It was the intent behind it," Denise said.
Susan looked at Denise and said, "The day when I came to peace with Dale's cock was the last time he covered me while having sex. He said that was the day that I stopped being a fat woman. I had no idea what he was talking about. The fact was that I was still twenty pounds overweight. I looked in the mirror and still saw a woman who was fat. It took me almost a month to figure it out."
"So what was the difference?" Denise asked.
Susan smiled at the question and said, "I can't tell you. You have to discover that for yourself."
"You're not helping me to understand what is going on," Denise said feeling a little frustrated.
"I'm sorry. I'm doing the best that I can, but there are some things that you have to discover for yourself. I can't tell you," Susan said.
"Would you like some ice cream?" Denise said falling back on her habit of turning to comfort foods when feeling bad.
"No. Do you know what I'd really like?" Susan asked.
"What?"
Susan smiled and said, "I'd like a manicure."
"A manicure?"
"Yes. I'd like to be pampered a bit and there's nothing like a manicure for that," Susan said.
Denise thought about it and then said, "No. I think that I'll stay here for a bit."
"Okay," Susan said. She got up and went to the door. Looking back at her friend, she said, "Will you trust me for a little longer?"
"Yeah," Denise said nodding her head.
"Good. I'll see you back at the house," Susan said. She slipped out the door.
After a few minutes, she went into the bathroom and stood on the scale. Normally she undressed trying to get the scale to report a lower weight. Even dressed, it showed that she had lost some weight. Shaking her head, she said, "I have no idea how I lost that weight."
It was several hours later when Denise returned to the house. Dale was already there so she assumed that Susan had taken care of his needs. She arrived just in time for dinner. She took off her clothes and carried them down to her room resigned to being Dale's masturbatory toy that he kept in the basement. She took comfort in the fact that she was losing weight although she had no idea how it was happening.
Taking a seat at the dinner table, she looked at the spread of food. She couldn't believe that they were having steak for dinner. It wasn't a huge piece of meat, but it was good sized. The sides were a simple boiled cauliflower and corn on the cob. There were fresh rolls that smelled wonderful. Rather than iced tea, there were glasses with red wine.
Wondering if she was going to blow all of her weight loss in one sitting, she said, "This is a lot of food."
"Eat as much of it as you want," Dale said with a negligent shrug of his shoulders. Only fat people worried about how much food was on the table.
"Okay," Denise said.
She ate most of the food on her plate. Susan watched her eat and then asked, "Did you have some ice cream after I left?"
"No," Denise answered. She had started to get some, but changed her mind when she realized that she wasn't actually hungry.
"Why not?"
"I didn't need it," Denise said. She had spent the time packing up some of her more fragile items. She had gone through her clothes remembering when the smaller items had once fit. For the past few years, she had bought clothes that were a little too large so that she could grow into them as a result of gaining weight.
Dale raised an eyebrow and then looked down at his plate. He smiled and took a drink of his wine. Wanting to change the subject away from food, he asked, "Are going to pack up your apartment tomorrow?"
"That is the plan," Denise answered.
Nodding her head, Susan said, "I'll be there to help."
"Will there be any problems with your lease?" Dale asked.
"No. Even though I'm leaving tomorrow, I have to give thirty days notice. That means that I'll have to pay one more month's rent," Denise answered. She had stopped by the office and given her notice.
Dale said, "If you need some help with the heavier items, give me a call."
"I'm going to call a mover to take all of the items to storage," Denise said. She had worked out exactly what she was going to do while sitting around her apartment. It had been something to take her mind off of her other problems.
When the meal was over, Susan stood and said, "I'd like to give you a blowjob, Dale."
"That would be nice," Dale said surprised by the offer.
"I'll clear the table," Denise said rising from her chair. The last thing that she wanted to do was to watch Susan having sex with Dale.
"No, stay here and watch," Susan said.
"I'd rather not," Denise said.
"I think it would be a good idea for you to stay," Dale said.
Denise watched as Susan gently removed Dale's flaccid cock from his trousers. She gently kissed the head. Her hands caressed it. She ran her fingers over its length. It grew erect in slow pulses that fascinated Denise. By the time Susan slid his cock into her mouth, it was fully erect. She slowly moved her head up and down. Her hand moved up and down the shaft in time with her head. Every move was done just to give maximal pleasure to Dale.
Dale groaned at the sensations flooding his body. Denise watched as he rolled his head back with his eyes closed. His breathing got heavier. As he got close to coming, his body started shaking a little. Fascinated, Denise couldn't believe the effect that Susan was having on Dale. It seemed to her that Susan was in complete control of the situation.
She nearly jumped out of her chair when he started coming. His hips were thrusting upwards uncontrollably. Susan used her hand to keep his cock from penetrating too deeply in her mouth. She took his seed in her mouth. When his spasms came to an end, she opened her mouth and showed the come to Denise. She swallowed and said, "Did you see him? That was me making him feel like that. Imagine having the power to make someone feel that good."
"I'm sorry," Denise said.
"For what?"
Denise answered, "For calling you a slut."
"Maybe I am one. I don't know. I just know that I enjoyed doing that," Susan said.
Dale sighed and said, "That was amazing. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Susan said with a smile.
Denise rose from her chair and started to clear the table. She wanted to give Susan and Dale a chance to recover. It took a couple of trips between the kitchen and the dining room to clear off the table. She filled the sink with hot water. A splash of detergent and the sink filled with suds. It seemed to her that only a few minutes passed between starting the dishes and ending them.
From the kitchen she went down to the basement and sat on the edge of her bed. She knew that she'd have to start doing the exercises in a little while, but she had some free time until then. For the moment, she didn't want to talk to anyone. The images of the blowjob kept replaying in her mind. She wondered how Susan had learned to do that.
She settled back on the bed and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she fell asleep. She woke to find Susan shaking her gently. Susan smiled and said, "It is time to do our exercises."
"Okay."
Getting out of her bed, Denise said, "I guess I should do my four pushups."
"You're lucky. I'm going to be adding five more of everything to my work out tonight," Susan said.
The two women went over to the gym. Dale was waiting for them. Denise went through her exercise program without a problem. When it was time for her to jog in place, Dale said, "Use the treadmill for one minute."
Shrugging her shoulders, she started to run on the treadmill. She had to hold her breasts in her hands to keep them from swinging around. It made the exercise a little awkward. After a minute, Dale said, "Stop."
Not thinking anything of it, she got off the treadmill. After catching her breath, she asked, "Anything else?"
Dale looked at the machine and said, "You went almost seven hundredths of a mile at four miles per hour."
"That's not very far or very fast," Denise said.
"You just jogged a distance greater than the length of a football field," Dale said.
"What?" Denise said unable to believe that she had run that far.
"That's over a hundred yards. You ran it in a minute," Dale said. It seemed to him that she could have gone a little further than that, but it wasn't right to push her too hard. He also knew that most people could run further distances than they thought they could.
"I didn't think I could do that," Denise said. She was pretty sure that if she had gone down to a football field and tried to run the length of it that she'd have passed out before reaching the other end. Fat women couldn't run the length of a football field.
Susan finished doing her pushups and looked over at Denise. She said, "Surprised, aren't you?"
"You can say that again," Denise said.
Dale smiled and said, "Hit the sauna and then enjoy the pool for a few minutes."
Denise went upstairs to the sauna. Entering the hot room, she sat down on the seat. It seemed to her that she had been making some progress without realizing it. She had run the length of a football field. For most people, this might not mean much, but Denise was convinced that fat people couldn't run a hundred yards.
Sitting in the sauna was relaxing. The hot air opened her pores and the sweat poured out. The dry air pulled the toxins from her system. She took a deep breath and leaned back looking at the wooden walls of the sauna. Her mind drifted but kept coming back to two key facts: she had lost some weight and she had jogged a hundred yards.
The ten minutes passed quickly. She got out and showered. It was a short trip to the swimming pool. The cool water felt good after the heat of the sauna. Normally she just stood around in the pool relaxing and cooling off. After her success in jogging, she decided to try swimming a lap. She wasn't a very good swimmer, but could do the breast stroke. Maybe it wasn't the best of form, but she enjoyed the nice slow pace.
It took her some time to reach the far end of the pool. She stopped and turned around to return to the shallow end. She had reached nearly the middle of the pool when her leg started cramping. Getting flustered, she started thrashing around. She swallowed some water and lost control. The next thing she knew Dale was pulling her out of the water.
Rubbing the cramp, he said, "Don't push yourself like that."
"It was just a single lap," Denise said feeling a horrible pain where her muscle was constricting.
"It was a single lap after an exercise session. I'm a firm believer that slow progress is the only way to achieve sustained progress. There aren't any quick solutions to problems that have had years to develop. Just paddle around in the shallow end for now," Dale said. He pressed on an area of her calf and the muscle started relaxing.
"Yes, Dale," Denise said. She sighed and said, "That's better."
"I'm going to fuck Susan after she finishes swimming. I want to watch you masturbate while I'm doing that," Dale said. His hands worked over the muscle forcing it to relax even further.
"Masturbate? I don't masturbate," Denise said in protest. She would never admit to doing that.
"Don't lie to me," Dale said kneading the muscle some more. He looked her in the eye and said, "I want to watch your fingers diddling your clit."
"I can't do that," Denise protested.
"Yes you can and you will," Dale said with the kind of certainty that came from having had similar conversations in the past.
"I'd rather suck you off," she said.
Shaking his head, he replied, "I'd rather you not do that. My cock needs a day to recover."
"Can't you say anything nice?" Denise asked.
"You're cramp is gone," Dale said standing up. He looked down at her and shook his head.
Thirty minutes later, Denise found that the top half of her body was covered with a blanket. She had her hands down at her crotch rubbing herself. It wasn't with the same kind of effort that she normally put into masturbating. Actually coming while people were watching was just too embarrassing.
Not being able to see Dale or Susan did little to keep her from feeling degraded. While she rubbed her hand over her cunt, she heard Dale say, "She's pretty pathetic."
"It's not easy masturbating with people watching," Susan said.
"I love it when you are on top like this," Dale said with a groan. That was followed by a moan when Susan tightened her internal muscles. He said, "Your Kegel exercises are really coming along. You are so tight."
"I thought you'd like that," she said.
Unable to see from her position under the blanket, Denise was wondering what the pair of them was talking about. Although she had no idea what it was, she was curious about why her exercise program didn't include that Kegel exercise. She decided that it was one of those exercises that involved doing splits or something like that and that she wasn't limber enough to perform them yet.
Her musings were interrupted when Dale said, "She's never going to come rubbing herself like that. All she's going to do is get sore down there."
"I did the same thing," Susan said defending her friend.
"I hate fat women. They can't suck cock. Hell, they can't even masturbate. They are totally worthless in bed. All they can do is think about food and being fat," Dale said.
"I know," Susan said.
Dale said, "Now a sexy woman like you is worth a thousand times her weight in gold. What you are doing to my cock right now feels so good that it should be illegal."
Susan giggled and said, "Want me to rub your prostate a little?"
"Oh, that would be great," Dale answered. Fifteen seconds later, he moaned, "That should definitely be illegal."
"Come for me," Susan said in a whisper that still carried across the room to Denise.
"Ugh," Dale groaned.
"Yeah. Just like that," Susan said. She sounded very satisfied with herself.
Denise's cunt was beginning to hurt. Dale looked over at her and said, "Useless. She's completely useless."
"Give her time," Susan said.
In a disgusted tone of voice, Dale said, "Denise, you can stop torturing that pussy of yours now."