Day 47 Monday
That morning Denise wore one of her new outfits to work. Everyone in the office noticed the new outfit. She reveled in their comments about how good she looked. She floated through the day feeling good about her looks for a change. She still knew that she was fat, but she just felt like she wasn't as fat.
The day at work passed quickly. Denise was more productive than usual. It seemed to her that the text just flowed from her fingertips and into the computer with ease. She went through her checklist of work items to be performed for the day. She finished early in the afternoon and decided to work a little on the items she had scheduled for the next day. It was always nice to get a little ahead.
She arrived home in a good mood, but taking the clothes off was harder than usual. It seemed to her that taking them off was like removing all of the compliments that had been given her over the course of the day. It was with a sad sigh that she stepped out of her dress and folded it up. With her panties and bra joining the pile, she felt her full weight returning. Looking down at a roll of fat, she said, "I'm a fat woman again."
Susan came out of her room and asked, "How was your day?"
"It was pretty good. Everyone really liked my new outfit," Denise said.
"That's good," Susan said. She had a feeling that Denise's good day was about to come to a very unpleasant end. Dale had been threatening to do the one thing that had really gotten to her only her role in the drama was about to be reversed.
"I hate walking around naked," Denise said.
Hearing the too frequent refrain, Susan said, "Come on into my room for a minute. I have something to show you."
"Okay," Denise said wondering what Susan was planning.
In the room, Susan went to her computer and double-clicked on an icon on the desktop. A video started playing. Denise watched in fascination as the video showed the weight dropping off her body. It was a short video spanning the forty-six days of her being in the program, but the change was more than obvious. Denise said, "That's amazing."
"It is, isn't it?"
"Here's the first picture and last night's picture side by side," Susan said.
"The change isn't so obvious," Denise said. Her eyes drifted back to the video that was looping over and over. When the video repeated, the discontinuity was very obvious. Her figure had been undergoing some major changes.
"You're changing physically," Susan said.
"I guess I have changed a bit more than I thought," Denise said unable to tear her eyes away from the video.
Susan paused while she considered her words and then said, "Dale wants you to start changing emotionally too."
"What does that mean?" Denise asked with a worried frown.
"He's going to start pushing your emotional limits a little more," Susan answered. There was no way that she could explain what was going to happen that night.
"What more can he do to me?" Denise asked.
"You just might want to take it easy until Dale gets home. I'm just trying to warn you that tonight is probably going to be a bit intense," Susan answered.
"I can handle it," Denise said.
Susan frowned and said, "Look. Just go with the flow. Don't fight him tonight."
"I'm a good little whore."
Susan shook her head unsatisfied with Denise's attitude. Making one last effort, she said, "Do what he tells you to do. It is going to be terrible if you don't."
"Don't worry," Denise said confident that she could handle anything that Dale threw at her that evening.
"This is going to be different," Susan warned.
An hour later, Dale came home from work. He entered the house and looked at Denise with a frown. She was standing there with her arms crossed as if daring him to do his worst to her. He pointed to the floor and said, "Lie down on the floor."
"Face up or face down?" Denise asked flippantly.
"Face up," Dale answered. He looked over at Susan and noticed that she had turned pale. He wasn't sure who was going to have a rougher evening. He said, "You know what to do."
"Yes, Dale," Susan answered. She waited for Denise to get positioned on the floor, but the fat woman was moving like molasses.
"What?" Denise asked looking up at Susan.
Susan knelt down on the floor so that her cunt was over Denise's face and her head was just above Denise's cunt. She looked over at Dale and asked, "Like this?"
"Perfect," Dale said while getting undressed.
As soon as Susan had started to position herself, Denise began to get very concerned. This was not shaping up to be a simple sex act with Dale. She swallowed and asked, "What's going on?"
Dale got on his knees behind Susan and said, "Denise, suck on my cock and then guide it inside Susan."
"You can do it yourself," Denise said incredulous at what she was being asked to do.
"Do it," Dale said. Denise did it, but he couldn't enter Susan. He said, "Spread her lips for me."
"Sick fuck," Denise muttered even as she did as he had commanded. With the action only inches from her eyes, there was no way to miss even the smallest detail of his insertion. Denise closed her eyes and wished for this to end.
It seemed like an hour passed before Dale grunted his release. Denise kept her eyes closed waiting for Susan to get off of her. Dale said, "Suck my come out of her."
Denise was unable to stop herself from opening her eyes. She could see the come pooling at Susan's lips. There was no way that she was going to do what Dale had told her to do. She said, "That's gross. I'm not doing that."
"Then wear it," Dale said, "You know what to do Susan."
"Yes, Dale," Susan answered. She held her position as Dale's semen seeped from her cunt and onto Denise. She flexed her muscles to force it out a little faster.
It seemed to Denise that this nightmare was never going to end. She couldn't even say that Susan hadn't tried to warn her that this was going to happen. She flinched when a large glob of come splattered her face. The idea that she was going to be wearing that was too much. She reached up and wiped it from her face.
Seeing what Denise had done, Dale said, "That's enough Susan. Leave us."
"Yes, Dale," Susan answered. She rose from her position and rushed out of the room. This had been anything but fun for her.
Dale looked down at Denise. It was obvious that he was not happy with Denise. He said, "Clean up and come to my office in a half an hour. We are going to have a long talk, so be prepared. I'm not going to interrupt our discussion for a break."
Denise groaned at his statement. A long talk in his office meant standing inside the circle without being able to leave for a bathroom break. She wondered if he was going to kick her out of the program. At the moment, that didn't seem to be that bad of a future.
A half an hour later, Denise stood inside the circle in Dale's study. He stood across from her without moving. In a very soft voice, he said, "This program is about learning things about yourself. Tell me one thing that you've learned since living here."
"I'm a whore," Denise answered bitterly.
Dale shook his head and said, "No you're not."
"I'm having sex with you in trade for something I want. That makes me a whore," Denise said flatly.
"Then you aren't a very good one," Dale said.
"What do you mean?" Denise asked.
"If your past performance in terms of having sex is the best that you can do, then I'm getting the worst end of the deal," Dale said.
"Gee thanks," Denise said sarcastically.
Dale asked, "Can you name one other thing you've learned since coming here?"
"No," Denise said. She gave Dale a smug look and said, "From my perspective I'm getting the worst end of the deal so I'd say that we're even."
"Have you learned to appreciate your food rather than obsess over it?" Dale asked in a reasonable tone of voice.
"I guess," Denise answered faltering in her answer.
"Have you learned that your body can actually do things that you thought were impossible?" Dale asked.
"I learned that it could take a cock up the ass if that's what you mean," Denise answered spitting out the words.
"How about the fact that you can jog for a distance of over half a mile?" Dale asked.
"Oh," Denise answered. She hadn't even thought about that. She had also been learning how to play golf. She actually enjoyed the game and looked forward to Sunday mornings at the golf club.
Dale looked down at the floor and then said, "You are right to a degree. You aren't learning nearly as much as I expected from you."
"What did you expect me to learn?" Denise asked.
"A little discipline of your own," Dale answered, "Perhaps a little fortitude would have been nice, but you haven't tried to learn anything. You haven't engaged in the program, just done what you've been told when you've been told to do it. There is always a touch of resistance in everything that you do."
"What do you mean?"
"No matter what I ask you to do, you delay that little fraction of a second in protest. You haven't given an ounce of thought to what you are trying to accomplish here. You are still obsessed about your weight while the rest of your life suffers," Dale answered.
"Like what?" Denise asked.
"You could have tried to learn good posture. How many times have I asked to you stand up straight? How many times have I asked you not to slouch in your chair? How many times have I asked you to hold your head up and look at me when you talk to me? Hundreds of times, but you still stand like a blob. You move like a cow. You sit like a frog on a log," Dale answered.
"Okay," Denise said. She had to admit that he was right about that.
"You haven't listened to a word that Susan has told you. You fight every opportunity to improve yourself," Dale said.
"No I don't," Denise said automatically denying the charge.
"Susan hated every minute of what she did with you and me this afternoon. I know that for a fact because we've discussed it many times in the past. She did it, though. Do you know why she did it?" Dale asked.
"Because you have some kind of sick perverted control over her," Denise answered thinking that it was definitely time for her to get Susan to leave this place.
Disgusted, Dale shook his head. He said, "No. She did it for your sake."
"For me? That's bullshit," Denise said.
"No. Your world view needs to change and we're trying to get you to change it. We're breaking down all of the artificial rules that you've built up in your head over the past twenty five years. We're doing it one at a time because we have to go slowly just like in the exercise program. You don't see that. You haven't given up a single rule so far and I find that disturbing," Dale said studying Denise's face.
"What in the fuck does watching your cock slide in and out of Susan's cunt three inches from my face have to do with it?" Denise spat out.
"It has everything to do with it. You just don't want to learn," Dale said.
"What was I supposed to learn from that?" Denise asked.
"That it isn't unnatural. You might have seen that all of the parts fit together just like they should. That's what you could have learned," Dale said. He shook his head and said, "No. You were too busy thinking that it was all some kind of punishment. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore what you didn't want to see."
"It is ugly," Denise said.
"That's the problem you fool. It isn't ugly, but you don't even give yourself the chance to really look at it for what it is," Dale countered. Allowing a little anger to creep into his voice, he said, "Your wrongheaded thinking is what makes you a fat woman. It isn't your weight. Your weight has nothing to do with it. Believe me when I say that there are lots of overweight women who are not fat women. You are a fat woman and will remain a fat woman even if you are thirty pounds underweight. You think fat. That is what we are trying to change."
"Right," Denise said as she crossed her arms.
Dale said, "Susan could leave the house today and continue to lose weight. She's completed the whole program except for one part. I feel sorry for her because she's having so much difficulty with this part of the program and that is your fault."
"What's the problem?" Denise asked.
Dale said, "You."
"Me?"
"She's supposed to be learning how to help people by helping you through your first few months in the program. You haven't let her help you much. All you've done is bitch and call her a slut," Dale said. He said, "She really hated this afternoon, but she has the discipline and fortitude to have seen it through. She knew you wouldn't get anything out of it. She knows that you're not going to get anything out of it later tonight or three times a day for the next week, but she'll keep doing it because you need to grow."
"There's a simple solution," Denise said.
"What's that?" Dale asked knowing what she was going to say.
"Skip this part of the program," Denise said.
"That's not an option," Dale said.
"You're nothing more than a sadist bastard who gets his kicks by making fat women miserable," Denise said.
Dale was not insulted, but he was angry at her stubborn refusal to listen to a single word that he said. Deciding that it was time to get a little harsher, he shouted, "Your whole life has been miserable! Don't you want that misery to end? Aren't you tired of feeling bad about insults because you actually believe that they are true? Don't you want to wake up one damned morning feeling good about yourself? Don't you want to look in the mirror and like what you see?"
"Of course I do!" Denise shouted back.
Dale said, "Get with the program! Wake up! Look around you and see what else there is in this marvelous world that lies just beyond your fat ass!"
"I hate you!" Denise screamed back at him.
Dale didn't say a word. He just stood there in front of her waiting and watching her through half lidded eyes. The expression on his face was blank. His eyes focused on the center of her forehead making her feel that he was looking through her. She waited for him to say or do something, but he just stood there. After a minute of trying to stare him down, she found that she couldn't look at him. She looked down to stare at his house slippers.
Denise had no idea how much time had passed before Dale said, "Susan has finished preparing dinner. Let's not insult her by missing dinner."
"Yes, Dale," Denise said.
Dale said, "We will continue this discussion after we've repeated what we did earlier."
"I won't do it," Denise said.
"Really?" Dale asked.
"Yes. I'm not going to do it," Denise said crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
"So be it," Dale replied with a cold little smile. He turned and left the room without saying another word to her.
Denise followed him out of the room. She stopped by the bathroom and then headed to the dining room. The table was set for two. Dale and Susan were seated at the settings. Denise asked, "Where's my place?"
"In the basement," Dale answered. He turned to Susan and asked, "When is your next date with Chuck?"
"Tomorrow night," Susan answered.
"I hope that you have a good time," Dale said.
"He said that he had tickets to a concert. I'm looking forward to going to it," Susan said.
"That does sound nice," Dale said.
Denise watched the pair talk. They didn't look in her direction once. In fact, it seemed to her that they were doing their best not to look in her direction. She huffed and headed towards the basement. Her dinner was sitting on the floor in the middle of the basement. She sat down on the floor and struggled to eat from the unnatural position. She said, "They could have given me a chair and a table."
Sullen, she ate her meal barely tasting the food. Once she had finished it, she carried the dishes upstairs to the kitchen. Susan was standing at the sink washing the dishes. Denise said, "Hello, Susan."
Susan didn't acknowledge Denise's presence. She just turned and started to leave the kitchen. Denise said, "Hey, aren't you going to talk to me?"
Susan didn't answer. She walked out of the room leaving the dishes soaking in the dishwater. Angry, Denise stormed out of the kitchen and headed down to her room in the basement. She slammed the basement door trying to make a statement. In the back of her mind there was a little kernel of hope that Susan would know that she was upset and come down to talk to her. She sat down on her bed and folded her arms. Sulking she just sat there mentally complaining bitterly about how Dale and Susan treated her.
It was an hour later when Dale and Susan entered the basement. Dale said, "Denise, lie down on the floor."
"No," Denise answered.
Dale turned to Susan and said, "Lie down on the floor."
Susan was already getting down on the floor before he had even finished talking. It was obvious to Denise that Susan was actually looking forward to what was about to happen. Dale got on the floor with her and the pair started to make love. It wasn't just a little of the old in and out. It started with lots of foreplay in the form of kisses and caresses and progressed from there. There were even tender statements shared between them.
It was pretty hard to ignore what was going on in front of her. Irritated, Denise shouted, "You're in the middle of my room."
The pair ignored her and continued their quest for mutual pleasure. Their moans and groans filled the air. Denise stood up and left the basement. There was nothing to do upstairs except walk around. She looked in the kitchen and found that someone had finished doing the dishes. She turned on the television and realized that over the past month and a half that she had lost track of what was happening in all of the programs that she had once avidly followed. Disgusted, she turned off the television. With nothing else to do, she headed out to the swimming pool.
It was an hour and a half later when Susan came out and dove in the pool to swim her laps. It seemed to Denise that Susan was swimming with more energy than usual. She was really slicing through the water that evening.
"Hi," Denise said when Susan finally finished her laps and was cooling down with an easy breast stroke across the pool. Susan ignored her and just continued to swim.
"Say something to me," Denise said staring at her friend, but there was no reply.
After a few minutes, Susan left the pool still without speaking. Denise stood in the middle of the shallow end of the pool watching Susan dry off with a large fluffy towel. Without once looking at Denise, Susan headed into the house leaving Denise staring at the door.
Frustrated and hurt by being ignored, Denise said, "What in the hell is the matter with her?"
Floating around in the pool had lost all of its appeal. Bored, she went back in the house and returned to the basement. She sat on the bed waiting for Dale to get her for the exercises. It was nearly time for her to go to bed when Dale came down and said, "Time for your picture."
Denise went over to the spot and adopted the pose that had become second nature to her. He snapped a picture and then left without saying another word. To his retreating back, she asked, "What about the exercises?"
Dale didn't answer. Denise sat there staring at the closed basement door wondering what she was supposed to do. She looked around the room taking in the bare surroundings. There was absolutely nothing to do. She walked over to the exercise equipment and went through the routine adding one repetition of each exercise as she had done every day since she had entered the program.
Finished with her exercises, she showered in the little corner shower of her bathroom to wash the sweat off of her. It was late so she went to bed. She was almost asleep when Dale and Susan entered the basement without knocking. Their casual violation of her living space irritated Denise. She looked over at Dale and asked, "Didn't your mother teach you to knock before you enter someone's room?"
Ignoring the question, Dale looked over at her and said, "Down on the floor."
"No," Denise answered. She wasn't going to do what he wanted.
She figured that would be the end of it, but she was wrong. Dale and Susan started to have sex in the middle of the basement. Susan rode him cowgirl style. It was obvious that she was clearly enjoying herself.
Denise turned her back so that she was facing the wall and wouldn't have to look at them. It didn't help much. The noise kept Denise awake despite the pillow that she held over her head trying to block out the noises. The couple was at it for a long time.
Without saying a word to her, the couple left the basement after finishing. Denise tossed and turned on her bed unable to fall asleep. Unbidden, flashes of conversations with Dale flashed through her mind. Giving up on sleep, she sat up in bed and said, "He's nothing but a pervert. He's not trying to teach me anything except how to be a better whore."
She covered her eyes with her hands and started to cry. Amidst the sobs, she said, "He's even turned Susan against me."
It was well after one in the morning when she finally fell asleep.