Day 31 Friday
Feeling depressed, Denise struggled to get out of bed. It was the beginning of her second month in the program and she didn't think she could continue. Although she had noticed over the past week that all of her clothes were too big, she didn't care that none of her clothes fit her anymore. The previous evening had been the most degrading of her life. There had been a lot of degrading evenings over the past month, but the previous evening had made them all pale in comparison.
It had all started when Dale had handed her an enema kit and told her to use it. After she had returned from the bathroom, he had taken her in the ass. It didn't matter that he had used lots of lube and had taken his time; Denise had been shattered by the experience. It had hurt more than anything she had ever experienced.
The pain wasn't physical; it had been emotional. She had taken the box from him knowing what he wanted to do to her. She had flushed out her colon knowing exactly what was going to happen next. She had positioned herself in the closet to allow him entry. She had cried silent tears as he prepared her asshole. A weak stream of vomit had risen to her mouth when he had entered her with his cock but she had swallowed it. He couldn't see what she was doing and she didn't say a word to stop him; not one single word.
After he had finished and left the room, she had curled into a small ball on the floor and cried. The sick thing was that she couldn't put the blame entirely on him. It had been sodomy and there was no greater sin in her mind. He had sodomized her and she had done nothing to stop him. There hadn't even been the smallest squeak of a protest or hint of how she really felt during the entire experience. She had been a willing participant.
A third person view of her ass sticking out from the curtain and him pounding his cock into her asshole flashed into her mind. Just thinking about it caused the bile to rise in her throat. She barely made it to the bathroom in time. After emptying her stomach, she collapsed with her head on the toilet rim.
Her voice echoed in the porcelain bowl as she said, "I'm a whore. I did that disgusting sex act without complaint. There isn't anything that he can request that I would stop."
Her entire body moved as she sobbed. She said, "I could have said no. I've said no to other things, but I didn't even try."
A lot of pretense in how she viewed herself was shattered with that single act. She had willingly engaged in a horrible sin. She had sold her soul to get rid of a couple of pounds. She said, "I'm nothing but a big fat disgusting whore."
It hurt to say it aloud, but she believed it with her entire soul. Susan had told her once that she was a whore trading sex to lose weight. She had agreed, but hadn't believed it. She said, "It's time to get ready to face another day."
Denise got up and stepped into the shower. Wanting to punish herself, she stood under the freezing cold water. She washed her body without trying to wash away her sin. She felt that her soul was irrevocably stained. Moving woodenly, she dried off and then trudged upstairs to make breakfast.
She cooked, she ate, and then she waited for Dale to make his demand of her. When he gestured to his lap, she crawled under the table and sucked him off. When he came, she swallowed and then cleaned off his cock. She crawled out from under the table and went to the basement to dress before heading to work. She didn't say a word.
Denise worked through the morning without break. Karen walked past her office several times noticing how Denise sat at her desk woodenly working. She knew that something was happening and that it was bad, but she didn't know what. The weight that Denise had dropped over the last month was definitely noticeable.
It was nearing lunch when Karen called Denise into her office. Denise went in and sat at the visitor's chair looking at Karen. Shaking her head, Karen said, "Denise, I need to know what is going on with you."
"Nothing is going on with me," Denise answered dully.
"I've been watching you work for two years. You've always been a good producer. Your manuals have been well written, clear, unambiguous, detailed, and easy to follow. Almost without exception, you've produced ten pages of copy a day.
"For the past month, your work has swung from mediocre to brilliant on almost a daily basis. There have been a couple of days that you didn't produce a single page. Then there've been days when you produced twenty-five pages. No one produces twenty-five pages of text in one day," Karen said watching Denise for her reaction.
"Okay," Denise said.
"I shouldn't really complain. You've managed to make all of your deadlines," Karen said.
"Okay," Denise said.
Karen didn't like how Denise was reacting to her comments. She said, "The problem is that you've been moody. There have been days when no one in the office wants to even talk to you because they think you are going to bite their heads off. Other days, people can't get you to say a word to them. I've got to know, is there some problem?"
"No problems," Denise said. She was never going to admit that she had learned that she was nothing but a big fat whore who had sold her soul to the devil.
Karen was convinced that Denise was in pretty bad shape. She had once had an employee who was bipolar that had exhibited the same kind of behavior. He had turned sullen and non- communicative with one word answers to questions that seemed to follow after an uncomfortable amount of time passed. Other days he had come into the office filled with energy and talked non-stop. He had to be hospitalized.
Karen clasped her hands on the desk and studied Denise trying to make sense out of what was going on with the young woman. There was the sudden weight loss. Usually that was a pretty good thing for someone Denise's size, but Denise acted like she didn't understand how it was happening. That usually meant there were physical problems. There were the sudden and unexplained mood swings. There was the inconsistent job performance. Those factors usually pointed to emotional problems. Now there was this sullen non-communicative behavior. That usually indicated mental problems. Knowing that she was overstepping her bounds, she said, "You might want to check with a doctor."
"No doctor," Denise said. She didn't need a doctor. She knew exactly what was wrong with her.
Karen said, "Well, keep it in mind."
"Is there anything else?" Denise asked.
"No," Karen answered.
Denise returned to her desk and worked until lunch time. She took her lunch break at her desk and went back to work as soon as she had finished eating. She had her checklist of work to do and went through it checking off one item at a time. It didn't take her long to complete the work. Sitting back, she stared at the computer screen. She was done with the user manual. She saved her work without feeling her typical end of job high.
The next week she would start working on the administrator's manual. She got out the list of things that had to be done to the existing version of the administrator's manual and broke the job up into daily increments. She finished early and left work two hours early.
Returning straight to the house, she stripped and waited for Dale and Susan to return home. She knew that she had hours alone in the house and nothing to do. She looked over at the television set thinking that she could watch television, but decided not to do that. Somehow she had gotten out of the habit of sitting around the house.
She wandered into Susan's room and stared at the computer. She sat down and moved the mouse. She noticed that there was a folder on the desktop labeled with her name. She opened the folder. There was a video file there. She clicked on it and watched as the time-lapse history of her was shown. It was a short video, less than five seconds but it showed her dropping at least eight pounds.
She noticed that another program was running on the computer, but minimized so that it wasn't immediately obvious. She knew exactly what the program was. Dale had her using it every night. She opened it and stared at the text. It was Susan's personal diary. Dismayed, she read the partial entry:
Last night Denise experienced anal sex for the first time. She didn't say anything, but I know that she's sick to her stomach. I guess she's made the transition from considering herself a whore to believing she's one. She has no idea what kinds of things she's going to be doing over the next few months. God, I remember when that happened to me. I walked around like a robot for a week. I didn't realize that it was the first step in the transition from being a fat woman to sexy woman. She's gone from being a fat woman to being a fat whore. Before long, she'll be more concerned about being a whore than about being fat. One day the fat woman will disappear for good. She has such a long way to go. I want to comfort her, but Dale says that she has to work through it all by herself, but he is satisfied with her progress. It is so hard to watch though. I cried myself to sleep last night after seeing how she looked after Dale had left the room.
Denise sat back and read the entry three times. She didn't know what to think about the comment about not knowing what kinds of things she was going to be doing. As far as she could tell, sodomy was the worst thing she could do. It also bothered her that Dale knew exactly what his actions were doing to her. She wondered if she was that predictable.
She minimized the diary and left the computer hoping that the screensaver would come on before Susan returned home. She didn't want her friend to know that she had been prying into her private business.
She wandered into Dale's study and looked over at the pictures on the wall. She was shocked to see that two pictures of her had joined the wall of photographs. With the introduction of her picture, there were now seventeen program women on the wall. She wished that he had included names, but realized that she wouldn't appreciate having her name associated with her pictures.
The columns of pictures were arranged from earliest to most recent with the former at the bottom of the column. All of the women were naked and in identical poses. It looked like they had all been posed using that same rig that she used when posing. It made it very easy to compare and contrast the physical builds of the women.
It felt strange to be studying pictures of naked women, but she couldn't help herself. Her curiosity was leading her to do things that she wouldn't ever have considered. She compared how she looked to some of the other women appearing on the wall. Most had started out thinner than her, but there were three that had been fatter. One had been much fatter. Of course, one of the fattest was Susan.
The differences of body styles were rather surprising. The length of legs ranged from short to very long. Breasts ranged from flabby to perky. Even the aureoles were of different sizes. She had never thought about those kinds of differences in the past. It seemed to her that she had some concept of beauty that was rooted in fashion magazines. These pictures were of real women with real bodies.
The pictures taken of the women at the end of their program were very attractive. It was hard to believe that all of those thin women had been so large at one point in their lives. She tried to imagine what it would be like to look like them. Locked in a fat woman mindset, she couldn't picture it. No matter how hard she tried; her image of herself kept warping into that of a fat woman.
She took the time to look at each woman. One of the first women who had gone through the program looked familiar. It took a minute for her to realize that she was the weatherperson on the evening news. She looked at the others with a lot more care realizing that she had seen a couple of them in the past. She just couldn't place the context.
Considering how long she had been in the room, she was embarrassed when she realized that there were pictures of Dale hanging on a different wall. There was a picture of him as a young man wearing a cowboy outfit. The kid next to him was wearing a pirate outfit. She smiled looking at the picture of innocent boys looking forward to Halloween. She found it hard to believe that one of those boys had grown up to be a pervert.
There was another picture of Dale that was probably taken in his late teens. He was there with two other girls, one older and one younger. She assumed that they were his sisters. She laughed at his picture and said, "What a geek."
She moved along the wall and looked at another item that had been hung on the wall. It was a newspaper clipping in which Dale was interviewed about a software firm that he was starting. She read a bit of the article and then realized that she had written some manuals for his company. He was actually a pretty wealthy man. That little fact surprised her and she wondered why he was working with the program.
The only motive that she could ascribe to him was that he was a pervert. He liked humiliating fat women by convincing them to have decedent sex with him. Of course, looking at the top row of pictures on the other side of the room suggested that he liked convincing attractive women into have sex with him. She shook her head and said, "He's just a pervert."
She snorted and added, "I'm just as sick as he is for going along with it."
There was a cabinet next to his desk that caught her attention next. She went over and looked at it. It was a computer rack with a dozen pieces of equipment mounted on it. She recognized a few of the pieces. One of them was a commercial router that cost a lot of money. She looked back at the framed newspaper clipping and revised upward her estimate of what he was worth financially.
After looking around the room, she realized that other than the pictures of the naked women on the wall that she had seen nothing that looked pornographic. There weren't magazines with naked women stacked in a corner. It looked like the office of a very successful businessman. She wondered how people would react if they were to learn what a pervert he was in reality.
Bored with examining his office, she wandered around the rest of the house. She found that there was another bedroom set up just like Susan's. Looking at it, she wondered why she was stuck in the basement when there was a perfectly good bedroom available for her to use. Although she didn't think about it, it was rather amazing that it didn't anger her. She sighed and said, "I'm just the fat whore in the basement."
Depressed she made her way back to the living room. None of the chairs had a towel on it. She headed over to the linen closet and retrieved a towel. She put the towel on one of the chairs and sat down. That was one of the hassles of being naked around the house. The rules said that she had to sit on a towel.
It was about that time when she realized that she didn't spend much time just sitting around anymore. Her evenings were busy. The exercise program had increased significantly in difficulty. She was now doing thirty of each exercise in her exercise routine. She was jogging for eight minutes and had been shocked to discover that she had run half a mile the previous night. She knew that wasn't a long distance, but the idea that she could actually run a distance that was measured as a significant fraction of a mile was overwhelming.
She had come a long way in a month. There was no way that she could deny that. She had lost weight without trying. She was in the best shape of her life. Even as a young girl she couldn't run a half a mile. All it cost her was her self-respect. She stared at the wall and said, "I'm a fat whore."
She was still in the chair when Susan arrived at home. Susan came in and took off her clothes. In a relieved voice, she said, "It feels so good to get out of those clothes."
Denise said, "You've got to be kidding."
"Nope. I enjoy not having to wear clothes all of the time. I feel so constrained when I'm all dressed up. I've come to hate panty hose," Susan replied.
Denise sagged in her chair and looked down at her stomach. Her posture only made her look fatter. She sighed and said, "It is easy for you to say that. You aren't fat anymore."
"That's right," Susan said and then realized what it sounded like from Denise's perspective. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "You're losing weight. It takes time."
"And I'm becoming a whore in the process," Denise said bitterly.
"Give it time," Susan said.
Denise asked, "What's he going to ask me to do next? Have sex with a dog or something?"
"No," Susan said. She was pretty sure that he'd give Denise a day or two and then hit her with something else that would shatter Denise's view of herself. She suspected that she'd be a part of that.
"My boss is concerned about me," Denise said. She shook her head and said, "I don't know how I'm supposed to explain to her that I've turned into a whore that allows a man to sodomize me so that I'll lose weight."
Susan cringed on hearing Denise describe her situation in those terms. She asked, "How are you feeling?"
"How do you think I'm feeling? I hate what I've become," Denise answered. Getting angry, she said, "Look at me. There is no way that I should be walking around naked considering how fat I am. That I'm a disgusting looking woman doesn't matter. Just like the Whore of Babylon, I'm walking around without my clothes on. I'm a sodomite."
"Oh," Susan said.
"Look at these rolls of fat. Disgusting, aren't they? Well, here they are. Look at them baby," Denise said grabbing a roll of fat and shaking it up and down. She growled and then added, "I've got a body like an elephant seal and live with a man that loves to stick his cock up my shithole. I bet he wants me to do that again tonight. Well, he can because the Whore isn't going to stop him. I'm going to get down on all fours and spread by cheeks wide. Like a good whore, I'm going to earn my way without complaining."
"Okay," Susan said trying not to rile Denise up any further. She wondered if Dale had realized just how strongly Denise would react to having anal sex. This little rant suggested that something deep inside Denise had been let loose.
"I forgot. You're a slut and enjoy that kind of stuff. Me, I'm a whore and I do it only because that is how I can lose weight. It takes living with a pervert," Denise said.
"Sure, I'm a slut and you're a whore," Susan said.
"That's right," Denise said with a firm nod of her head. She sighed and said, "I'm a big fat disgusting whore that takes it up the ass."
"Anal sex isn't that big of a deal," Susan said.
"Yes it is," Denise said emphatically. She said, "It is one of the worst sins that a person can commit. It isn't sex, it is sodomy. There's a big difference."
Raising an eyebrow, Susan said, "I didn't realize that you were so religious."
"I'm not. It is just that this is something really disgusting and sinful," Denise answered.
"Oh," Susan said. She didn't know what to say.
Denise shook her head and said, "Do you want to know what is really disgusting and sinful?"
"Sure."
"I'll do it again and again with him. Every time that he asks, I'll stick my ass up in the air for him to plunder. Do you know why?"
Susan decided that it might be best to hazard a guess. She answered, "Because you're a whore."
"That's right," Denise said.
Susan expected Denise to break down and cry, but her friend didn't. Instead Denise asked, "So what did you have to do that convinced you that you were a whore?"
"I guess it was having sex with a woman," Susan answered. She hadn't really had sex with Donna that time. Dale had her lie on her back with Donna on all fours above her. She had watched him fuck Donna from about three inches away from the action. When he had come, his ejaculate had leaked out of Donna onto her.
"I know that you have sex with women. You even enjoy it," Denise said.
"Well, that was when I was a fat woman," Susan answered. Use of the plural in Denise's statement kind of bothered her. She had only had sex with one woman and that was Donna. She figured that she'd be asked to have sex with Denise at some point, but not in the near future.
"So you're blaming not enjoying it on being fat," Denise said.
Susan laughed and asked, "So you've engaged in different kinds of sex here. Have you enjoyed any of it?"
"No," Denise answered. She hadn't enjoyed anything that pertained to sex.
"You even hate walking around nude," Susan said.
"Of course I do. I'm fat and ugly. Why would I enjoy making everyone else sick to their stomachs?"
Susan nodded her head and said, "There hasn't even been the smallest little sliver of pleasure at any time?"
"Nope," Denise answered.
She was going to mention the whirlpool, but decided that wouldn't be a good idea. She said, "That's a pity. There's no reason you shouldn't try to enjoy it."
"Yes there is," Denise said.
"Why?"
Denise answered, "Whores do a job. They aren't in it for pleasure. It is a business transaction. Suck a cock and earn something in trade. Spread the legs and earn a little more in trade."
"Oh," Denise said. She remembered telling Donna the same thing a year ago. Donna had frowned and shook her head sadly. At times it was hard to remember the person that she had been back then. It was the kind of memory that one wanted to lose.
"You should know that," Denise said.
"Are you mad at me?" Susan asked.
Denise shook her head and answered, "No. I knew he was a sick disgusting pervert the very first time I saw him. I stayed thinking I could rescue you from him, but I got trapped instead."
"That was nice of you, but you didn't need to stay," Susan said.
Denise said, "Maybe I'm lying to myself. I stayed to see if I could lose weight like you did."
"Maybe you stayed for both reasons," Susan suggested.
Their discussion was interrupted when Dale entered the house. He looked over at the pair of women and asked, "What do I feel like doing tonight?"
"Just demand and I'll do," Denise said in a flat tone of voice.
"Ah," Dale said as if he had just heard something significant.
Susan watched Dale think about it for a moment. She had a very good idea what he was going to ask Denise to do. Her expectations proved to be right when he said, "Lie down on your back in the middle of the room."
Denise rose from her chair and did as he asked. She asked, "Now what?"
"Susan would you..."
Susan interrupted him and answered, "Not tonight."
"Are you sure?" Dale asked.
"I'm positive," Susan answered. She looked down at Denise. The woman was staring blankly at the ceiling. She would bet that Denise didn't see a thing. She said, "Not tonight."
Nodding his head, he said, "That's right. I had almost forgotten that."
"Anything else," Susan answered.
Dale positioned himself on his knees at Denise's head. His thighs framed her head forcing her to look up at his half erect cock. His balls were practically resting on her forehead. He looked over at Susan and said, "Suck me."
Susan looked at the situation and realized there was only one way to position her body so that she could blow him. Sighing, she straddled Denise's waist and bent down to suck his cock. She used one arm to hold her body up. The other hand wrapped around Dale's cock as she sucked it into her mouth.
Situated right below the action, Denise stared upwards watching nothing. She knew that she should have expected something like this, but it didn't help. Like a good whore, she didn't react or complain. She just ignored the action.
Susan looked down at Denise and saw the blank look in her eyes. Giving up, she went to work on the cock using all of the tricks she had learned to pleasure Dale. She teased him to the edge of orgasm and then backed off. She worked the cock hard and then transitioned to feather-light touches that brought a groan of frustration from him.
From underneath the action, it was impossible for Denise to miss what was happening inches from her eyes. Her eyes saw the action, but her brain was a thousand miles away. She stared ahead taking notice of nothing. The only thought going through her head was that she was a whore and this was the kind of thing that whores did.
Dale finally groaned and came in Susan's mouth. He looked down at her and said, "Share it with Denise."
Having anticipated the request, Susan had taken the only action available to her to prevent further hurting her friend. She gave a weak smile and answered, "It is too late. I already swallowed."
"Oh," Dale replied. He studied Susan for a second and then added, "Next time."
"Sure," Susan said.
Susan and Dale got off their positions above Denise, leaving the fat woman on the floor. She looked up and asked, "Anything else?"
"Not at the moment," Dale answered watching her carefully.
Denise sat up feeling like a mountain of fat. She was pleased that she wasn't covered with come, but that was the only thing that pleased her about the situation. She thought about the exercise program, photographs, and other planned activities for the evening. At least the time would pass quickly until she left for work in the morning. Then it dawned on her that it was Friday and there would be no work the next day. Dale would want his sexual urges satisfied at least five times the next day. She sighed and said, "A whore's work is never done."