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                                Fat Farm
                            by Lazlo Zalezac

Copyright© 2008 by Lazlo Zalezac


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Description: Denise is a fat woman. Her one and only friend introduces her to a unique weight loss program that helped her lose forty pounds. The only problem is the price she has to pay in order to participate in the program. Already filled with self-loathing, what is the loss of dignity in comparison to the loss of forty pounds?

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Chapter 1


Day 0 Tuesday Night

Denise looked over at her friend amazed at the changes that had occurred over the past year. The most obvious change was in her weight. Susan had gone from a hefty 173 pounds down to a much more attractive 137. If Susan had been any shorter, she might be considered a little overweight, but at 5'8" in height she was well within a healthy and attractive weight range. Her change in appearance wasn't the only thing that had changed about her friend. Although this was a surprise visit, Susan would never have acted so impatient for her to leave a year ago. Denise had only been over there for five minutes and Susan was already asking her to leave. Rather than leave, Denise said, "I just got here. Can't two old friends just have a little chat?"

Nervously glancing over at the clock and then out the front window, Susan said, "I don't have enough time to explain things. You've got to leave now. Dale will be coming home soon."

"What's up with you?" Denise asked. She stared at her friend in shock. She had come over to visit Susan to find out what had happened to her. For the past year, it seemed to her that Susan had been avoiding her. Sure, there had been a few nights out, but they had been strained and filled with an uneasy tension.

"Go now before it is too late," Susan pleaded while pulling her blouse from her skirt.

"What are you doing?" Denise asked with a frown. After having seen her friend, she was now curious about what kind of mystery diet had turned her from a pudgy young woman to a woman with all of the right curves. Susan had avoided answering all of her questions and had tried to get rid of her almost the entire visit.

"I'm getting undressed. Go now or you'll have to get undressed too. If you don't, he'll punish me," Susan said knowing that as soon as the words were out of her mouth that she had made a mistake. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.

"What?" Denise asked thinking that something very wrong was going on in this house.

"You have to leave," Susan answered. She hoped that she hadn't put off undressing too long. Dale was due home any minute now and she didn't want to be dressed when he arrived. That would be a disaster.

"Not until you tell me what is going on," Denise said. She crossed her arms and stared at her childhood friend. Ever since elementary school the two had been good friends. Both had battled weight, but this was the first diet in which Susan became thinner than Denise. Denise, at 5'6" weighted a rather substantial 178 pounds. She had come to learn what Susan had been hiding from her. Now she was convinced that her mission was to rescue her friend from an abusive relationship.

"He'll punish me if he comes home and you're sitting here like that," Susan said.

"He beats you?"

"No!" Susan said in a shout. She whipped her blouse off and folded it neatly before putting it on the table. Dale liked to see a neat house.

"What do you mean when you say that he'll punish you?" Denise asked worried for her friend. She had to admit that Susan had really trimmed down and looked good. There were no stretch marks from whatever diet she was following.

Susan dropped her bra on the table atop her folded blouse. Her breasts were still a little large for her frame and hung down a little. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. While bending down to pick it up, she answered, "It doesn't matter. Just leave."

"I'm not leaving you here," Denise said. She was shocked to see that Susan was wearing a skimpy thong. Everything that she saw was screaming to her that Susan was in an abusive relationship. She was going to have to save Susan before the man she was living with killed her.

Not wanting her plans for the evening to be ruined, Susan shouted, "I don't want you to be here when he gets home. I'll tell you all about it when we have time to talk at length."

Denise watched while Susan pulled off her thong and set it atop the small pile of clothes. The young woman was now completely naked. There was a small tuft of pubic hair above her slit. She didn't see any bruises, but that didn't ease her mind about the situation.

"I'm not leaving you here to be abused by some man," Denise said. She reached over and picked up her purse. She had a small can of mace and was more than willing to use it. She reached in and wrapped a hand around the can.

Susan looked out the window and sighed. Dale's black car had pulled into the driveway. Looking down at the floor she said, "It is too late. I had such hopes for tonight."

Denise looked at her friend wondering what kind of mess she had gotten into by moving in with this mysterious man. She turned to look at the door. A thirty-something man opened the door and stepped into the house. He looked at Susan and then over at her. The expression on his face let her know in no uncertain terms that he was not pleased to find her there.

Without saying a word, the man walked over to where Susan was waiting. Susan dropped to her knees and fished his cock out of his pants. Without prompting, she slid his half erect organ into her mouth. The man never said a word to either woman.

Sickened by what she was seeing, Denise shouted, "What in the hell are you doing?"

Susan didn't answer since her mouth was full. She started swallowing the man's cock deep in her throat. The man looked over at Denise as if she was an idiot for not recognizing what Susan was doing. Ignoring her, he looked down to watch Susan. He said, "I want to come on your face."

Susan nodded her head and continued her administrations to his cock. She knew what he meant by that. A few minutes later she felt him start to come and allowed his come to splatter her face. There was come in her hair, across her cheeks, and smeared around her lips. A gob hung off her chin. When he finished ejaculating, she licked his cock clean before she tucked it back into his trousers. She rose and waited for him to say something without wiping her face.

Seeing her friend standing naked in front of this man with come splattered on her face, Denise felt sick to her stomach. She had never witnessed anything as humiliating as this act. The man hadn't even said a nice word to her friend. She asked, "What is going on?"

"Is this the friend you were telling me about?" the man asked continuing to ignore Denise.

"Yes," Susan answered. She glanced over at Denise seeing the expression of disgust on her face. She hadn't wanted her friend to see this without having a chance to explain it first. It was too late for that now.

"I assume that you told her about the program and that she is here to join you," he said.

"No. I didn't invite her over and I didn't have a chance to explain about the program," Susan answered looking down at the floor.

The man nodded his head and turned to look over at Denise. In a flat voice, he said, "She is overweight, has bad posture, and dresses like a frump. She's nothing but a fat woman."

"I agree, Dale," Susan said glancing over at her friend.

"You bastard," Denise shouted at the man infuriated by his rudeness. She wondered how her friend had ever gotten trapped in some sort of sick Master/Slave relationship with a pervert that forced someone to give him a blowjob in front of a perfect stranger.

"She can change with your help," Susan said avoiding looking over at Denise. She added, "Give me a chance to explain it to her."

"You can talk with your friend," Dale said ignoring the outburst from Denise.

"Yes, Dale," Susan said with a nod of her head.

Dale glanced down at his watch and said, "Donna will be coming over in two hours. I expect your friend to be naked or gone by the time Donna arrives."

"Yes, Dale," Susan said. She glanced over at Denise and could tell that her friend was about to explode. She had no idea what her friend would do if she was still there when Donna arrived. She had been looking forward to that evening so much.

"This is her only chance," Dale said.

"Yes, Dale," Susan said with a nod of her head.

"I'll be in the pool," Dale said and then walked off.

Denise stared at the retreating figure of Dale. He had to be the rudest man she had ever met. She turned to her friend and asked, "What in the hell is going on here?"

Susan stared at her friend for a second trying to figure out how to explain her new lifestyle. She said, "Have a seat and I'll explain everything."

"Clean off your face," Denise said disgusted by the come that covered the face of her friend.

"No. That is my punishment for having you here when he came home. If you had been gone or naked, he would have let me swallow. Now I'll have to wear it until he tells me to clean up," Susan said sitting down on a towel that was spread over one of the chairs.

"What in the hell is going on?" Denise asked. She sat down on the chair and stared at her friend.

"I am following a program that Dale has invented," Susan said.

"What kind of program is it?" Denise asked. She didn't add the words, 'that requires you to give a guy a blowjob and walk around with his come all over your face?'

"It is a program to redefine me as a person," Susan answered. She didn't have to look at her friend to know what her expression was. She had listened to the same statement with disbelief when she had heard it the first time.

"What kind of bullshit is this?" Denise asked.

"He's got a program that helps a person redefine themselves. It works," Susan answered. Redefining herself sounded stupid, but the old her was a sad lonely woman. She had two dates in high school, one date in four years of college, and one date during the two years between college and entering the program. The idea of going through life alone like that scared her. She liked the new her.

"I've got to get you out of here," Susan said.

Susan shook her head knowing that Denise didn't understand and said, "Denise, look at me. I lost thirty-six pounds. I'm in the best shape of my life. I can even jog five miles now. I'm very happy with the changes that have happened since I started the program."

"You're kidding?"

"I owe it all to Dale and his program. I know that what you've seen looks bad, but you've got to believe me when I say that it works."

"What works?"

Susan licked her lips tasting the come that was still smeared across them. She rose from the chair and said, "Come with me."

Denise followed her into a room and looked around. One whole wall was a mirror. There was a twin bed along one wall, a small dresser, and a closet packed with clothes. A small desk with a computer occupied one corner of the room. Susan walked over to the desk and moved the mouse around. The screen saver turned off and she double-clicked on one of the icons. She said, "Watch."

A video started playing that showed a very fat Susan standing totally naked in front of a wall. The video showed the weight slowly dropping off of her. The transformation was amazing. Susan said, "Every night, he takes a picture of me and adds it to this video. That is twelve months of my life. I've got another four months in the program and then I'll leave here. One of my goals in the program was to lose forty pounds. I'm four pounds short of that goal, but I'm still losing weight."

"Forty pounds?" Denise asked. She looked at the nude body of her friend and realized that with four more pounds taken off that she'd have a body that men would love and other women would die for.

"Yes. That was just one of my goals. I've met all of the others," Susan answered. She double clicked on another icon and a graph popped up on the screen. Pointing to it, she said, "That chart shows the balance in my savings account over the time that I've been in the program. I have over twenty thousand dollars in savings now. I got promoted at work. I am dating a man who I think will ask me to marry him when I leave here."

"You are dating someone and you just had sex with that man?" Denise asked shocked by that little announcement.

"Yes. Chuck knows. He's in a similar program," Susan answered with a worried expression on her face. It really did sound pretty bad how Denise put it and she was afraid that her friend would reject the opportunity that was being offered to her.

"So what is with the nudity and the sex?" Denise asked.

"I pay two hundred a week for room and board. I satisfy his sexual urges as payment for being in the program," Susan answered in a soft voice.

"There's no need for you to degrade yourself by having sex with that pervert. You could do it without him," Denise said.

Shaking her head, Susan replied, "No. You and I have battled our weight ever since we met. I realized that I couldn't do it alone. The problem was that I saw myself as a fat woman trying to get skinny. No matter how much weight I lost, I still saw myself as a fat woman. I needed help and when Donna told me about the program, I jumped at the chance. Now, I know that I'm not a fat woman. I don't think like a fat woman. I don't turn to food when I'm down."

"But you're having sex with that asshole!"

"I like it," Susan said stunning her friend into silence. As Denise opened and closed her mouth, Susan said, "I like it a lot. I've done things that I never thought I would do and I loved it all."

"Huh?"

Susan smiled and said, "Have you ever jacked a guy off? I don't mean reaching over and giving his cock a quick tug. I mean, have you ever jacked a guy off so that his whole body shakes and shudders when he comes? Have you ever given a man so much pleasure with a simple hand job that you'd swear his heart was going to stop?"

"No," Denise answered finding it difficult to breath. Her sex life to date had consisted of two quick tumbles in bed with men who had never called her back after the deed was done.

"I have. It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life," Susan said, "He's not the only one who is getting their sexual urges satisfied. I'm having the best sex of my life. I've come so hard that I lost consciousness on more than one occasion."

"Oh," Denise said trying to wrap her mind about what Susan was telling her. She stared at the dried come on her friend's face trying to make sense of it all.

"You can stop being a fat woman." Susan said. Gesturing down at her body, she said, "A body like this can be yours. All you have to do is agree to follow the rules of the house."

"What are the rules of the house?" Denise asked thinking there was no way that she would ever consider doing what Susan had done.

Susan lifted a paper off the desk and handed it to her friend. She said, "Here they are."

Denise read the rules of the house. There was a whole page outlining what women had to do in order to stay in the house. The sex acts were outlined in terms of what she wouldn't be asked to do and that was a pretty short list. She frowned and said, "That bastard is a sick fucker."

"No, he's not," Susan said taking a seat on the bed. She sighed and said, "Every time he asked me to do something for the first time, I was convinced that I'd never be able to do it. I discovered that I liked most of things he asked me to do. I look forward to some of them."

"You don't say," Denise muttered. She frowned as she read about the living arrangements and then asked, "You have a sauna here?"

"A sauna, a whirlpool, a swimming pool, a massage room, and a gym," Susan answered. She couldn't rent an efficiency apartment in a complex with those kinds of luxuries for the price that she was paying to stay there.

"You can use them?"

Although it wasn't quite an accurate reply, Susan answered, "I use them almost every day now."

"Oh," Denise said. She looked at the mirrored wall hating the image that was reflected back at her. She said, "This room sucks. How can you stand having that mirror in here?"

"I rather like my reflection," Susan said. She went and stood in front of the mirror. Smiling at her reflection, she added, "I like this body."

"I'll admit that your body is a lot better than mine at the moment," Denise said. Her shoulders sagged even more after looking at her reflection. She said, "My ass is big."

"You'll change your mind about that when you have a man thrusting into you from the rear. The slapping sound as his hips slam against your butt lets you know just how much he's enjoying it," Susan said with a giggle.

"My God, he's brainwashed you," Denise said.

"No, Denise. He hasn't brainwashed me," Susan replied.

Denise looked back down at the rules of the house. There was a safe word that a woman could use to stop anything that was going on at the time. The woman would have to leave within twenty-four hours of using the safe word and would not be allowed to return. She said, "I don't know how you could prostitute yourself like this."

Susan shouted, "I'm not prostituting myself. If you want to believe that, then get out now."

Turning towards the door, Denise said, "I will."

"Just remember that the moment you leave, that you've blown the only chance you'll ever get to stop being a fat woman. You'll be a fat woman for the rest of your life. You'll be dieting and binging for the rest of your life. You'll have diabetes before you're forty. You'll live alone with only a cat for company," Susan said letting her anger chose her words.

"How can you say that?" Denise said on the verge of tears. The two of them had talked many nights about that kind of future they faced. Susan had just outlined her greatest fear. She couldn't believe that Susan would throw those words at her.

"Because that was the future that I decided I didn't want. I know that you don't want it either," Susan shouted. She stepped forward and poked a finger in Denise's chest. She said, "I know what I'm talking about. You need to do this. If you were smart you'd strip out of those clothes and agree to live by the house rules. You'd be begging him to give you a real future. You'd offer him everything you have to get his help."

"How can you say that?" Denise asked.

Susan went over to the computer and brought up a picture. It was a picture of her the first night that she had started the program. The woman presented in the picture was fat, her shoulders were rounded, and her face was etched with a weariness that should never be on a young woman's face. She said, "That was me twelve months ago. That's you now. This attractive, sexy, and happy woman is me now. It could be you in twelve months from now."

"Right now you've got dried come all over your face," Denise said.

"Denise, I love you like a sister. We've known each other for almost our entire lives. Trust me when I tell you that you should join this program," Susan said.

"Do you love him?"

"Love him?" Susan echoed. The idea of loving Dale had never occurred to her. She said, "No. I like him and I respect him, but I don't love him. There have been times when I've hated him, but I've always respected him."

"He's rude," Denise said.

"He's blunt," Susan said.

"They're the same."

"No. You need to hear the unvarnished truth from him in order to change. You'll appreciate his bluntness in the future," Susan said knowing that it was true. If he used gentle words now then Denise wouldn't believe him when he started praising her.

"You're serious about having me join you in this insanity," Denise said.

"I'm very serious. You're the sister that I never had. I can't stand the idea of the kind of life that you are facing if you reject this offer. You really need to trust me," Susan said.

"How can I trust you when you have a face covered in come?" Denise asked.

Susan grabbed a roll of fat around Denise's stomach. Shaking it, she said, "Trust your eyes. You don't see a roll of fat like this around my gut, do you?"

Perhaps it was out of self protection or self delusion, but Denise had always talked about how proud she was of being a Big Beautiful Woman. She would tell men that there was nothing better in bed than a big woman. All those times where she had talked about Big Beautiful Women rang hollow in her memory. Deep inside, she believed the truth was a far different matter; men didn't like women who were fat.

Denise stepped in front of Dale feeling like a total idiot. She was convinced that every ounce of fat on her body was screaming that she was an ugly disgusting looking woman. That belief was re-enforced by the dispassionate manner in which Dale examined her. She felt like a piece of meat on display in a market place. She realized that her analogy had been a little incorrect when Dale grunted and said, "You're fat."

"I'm not that fat," Denise said in a low growl. She glanced over at the woman that had arrived a few minutes earlier. Although they hadn't been introduced, she knew that she had to be Donna. As good as Susan looked, Donna looked a hundred times better. She could easily have graced the cover of a magazine.

"You are either fat or you are not. It isn't a matter of weight. You can be five pounds underweight and still be fat. You are fat," Dale said. He walked around Denise examining her body. People often talked of some folks being big boned. Denise did not have a body type that could be classified as big boned. She was just fat. There was still a nice figure underneath all of the fat. It would be a long time before he could enjoy the body that was hidden from view.

"I don't understand," Denise said.

"Fat is a state of mind. You think of yourself as fat, you act fat, and you eat to remain fat," Dale said from behind her.

"What do you mean?"

Dale snorted and then said, "Look in the mirror at how you are standing. Your shoulders are drooping. You're hunched over. You look pathetic. That is how a fat person stands. Stand up straight. Pull your shoulders back. Stick out that chest. Look like you are proud of your appearance. That is how a healthy person stands."

Denise stood up a little straighter and pulled her shoulders back. It seemed to her that she was showing off her breasts. She looked in the mirror noticing that there was already a little difference in how she looked. She said, "So now what?"

"I am going to watch Donna and Susan engage in a little sex with each other while you suck me off," Dale answered in a very matter of fact voice.

"What?" Denise asked looking over at Susan. She was so shocked at the news that her childhood friend was going to have sex with another woman that his plans for her didn't register.

"Let's go downstairs to where your room will be," Dale said. Without waiting for an answer, he led the way down to one end of the basement were there was a lone bed pushed up against the wall. There were some curtains hanging in a corner of the room. He pointed to them and said, "Get behind the curtains."

"Why?" Denise asked.

"I don't want to look at a fat woman while I'm getting sucked off," Dale said looking her in the eye.

"You're a real prick," Denise said feeling about three inches tall. The idea that he expected her to suck his cock and he didn't want to look at her was absolutely humiliating.

"That's right. I'm a real prick and in five minutes you'll have me in your mouth," Dale said.

It was less than five minutes later when Dale shoved his cock through a gap in the curtains for Denise to suck. Kneeling she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. Tears were rolling down her cheeks at the shame and humiliation that she was feeling. She gagged when he thrust his cock forward and nearly threw up. Dale said, "If you don't swallow, you'll have to wear my come for the rest of the night."

She scraped his cock with her teeth. Dale cursed and said, "Watch the teeth or next time I'll fuck you in the ass without using a lubricant."

Denise didn't answer. She listened to the sounds of two women clearly experiencing pleasure. She nearly choked on his cock when he said, "You two are so hot looking. It makes this torture I'm going through worth it."

Donna said, "Susan can really lick a clit."

"You too," Susan said.

The bizarre sex scene felt like it lasted for days, but it was actually a few minutes. Denise finally got him to come in her mouth. She didn't manage to swallow much of his come and was left with half of it on her face. She was disgusted at the situation, Dale, and, mostly, at herself. She came out from behind the curtain and saw her friend engaged in sex with another woman. She felt as if she had been transported into an alternative reality.

When Susan and Donna had finished, Dale turned to Denise and said, "Let's see how overweight you are."

Denise followed him upstairs to the living room. Once there, he measured just about every part of her body. The weirdest measurement involved the bones on her elbow. She looked at him like he was crazy. Once he had finished his measurements, he said, "Let me calculate a range for your target weight."

Denise watched as he brought out some charts. He looked up and said, "You are between a small and medium boned body type."

"Oh come on. I'm big boned," Denise said.

"Every fat woman thinks she's big boned. You aren't," Dale said.

"I am," Denise said.

Dale said, "I measured your elbow to get the data for your build type. You are between a small and medium boned body type. You can look at the charts for yourself."

"Oh," Denise said realizing that he wasn't lying. She looked over at Susan and saw that her friend was nodding her head.

"At 5'6" you're ideal weight is between 128 and 139 pounds," Dale said. His finger rested under an entry on one of the many tables he had used.

"A ten pound range?" Denise asked skeptically.

Nodding his head, Dale answered, "Your target weight will depend on whether you want a hard body look or a softer feminine look."

"I want to be 128 pounds," Denise said.

Dale shook his head. Every fat woman who joined the program always picked the low end of the range thinking it would look better. He said, "Don't go to that extreme. I'd suggest something closer to the middle of the range. It gives you an option as you get closer to reaching it to adjust how you end up looking. I'd suggest 135 pounds as your target weight."

Thinking he was crazy to even suggest that she'd want to weigh one pound more than the low end, Denise said, "How about 130?"

"So be it," Dale said. He looked up at her and said, "Tomorrow you begin the program."



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Chapter 2


Day 1 Wednesday

Lying awake in bed, Denise thought about the previous evening. The previous evening had been the most humiliating night of her entire life. She felt like a whore giving the blowjob while remaining hidden behind the curtain. She hadn't swallowed it all and was left walking around for an hour with come smeared all over her face and chest.

Immediately after finishing the blowjob, she stepped out of the closet only to observe Susan and Donna engaged in sixty-nine. She had stared at the two women for five minutes before it dawned on her that one day Dale would probably ask her to have sex with Susan or Donna. She wanted to throw up at the idea.

After her discussion concerning her participation in the program, they had returned to the basement. He had each woman pose for a picture. Even getting her picture taken was humiliating. It reminded her of a police mug shot. She had to stand on a pair of footprints painted on the floor and grab two bars with her hands so that her arms were outstretched. There had even been a little cradle for her to rest her head. His commands had been terse and unfeeling. The only positive thing about the whole experience was that she had been allowed to wash her face before the picture had been taken.

After the picture had been taken, she had to perform a set of exercises. Much to her surprise, she didn't think that they were significant enough to qualify as an exercise program. He had her do a single sit up, a single push up, a single chin up, a single toe-touch, a single squat, and a single jumping-jack. He had her jog in place for fifteen seconds. Taken together, they didn't seem like that much work. By the end of the exercise program, she hadn't even broken into a sweat.

She wasn't the only one who had exercised that evening. Susan had performed a hundred repetitions of every exercise that Denise had performed. Susan had gone through the exercises without a problem. Donna had performed an even more aggressive workout. It was the only time that she'd seen the women wear something and that was just a sports bra to prevent injury to their breasts during the exercise. It was all rather confusing to her.

As if adding final insult, her bedroom was the basement. Emotionally exhausted, she had stumbled to bed feeling like a dog. She had fallen asleep the previous night crying.

The door to the basement opened and Susan called down, "Get up here for breakfast."

"Okay," Denise answered. She climbed out of the bed and looked down at her naked body. She knew that according to the rules of the house that she wouldn't be able to dress until she was ready to leave for work.

There was a huge bowl of oatmeal at the table waiting for her when she finally made it to the dining room. She looked at the bowl and asked, "What is this?"

"That is your breakfast. You are going to eat a large portion of oatmeal for breakfast every morning," Dale answered. He was seated at the table wearing a robe.

"I hate oatmeal," Denise said.

"Eat it anyway," Susan said carrying a bowl of hot oatmeal over to Dale.

Denise sat down and started in on the oatmeal. She finished about three quarters of it and then said, "I can't eat any more."

"Finish it," Dale said.

Denise managed to force most of it down, but she wasn't very happy with the choice of breakfast food. She rose from her chair and said, "I'm going to have to leave so that I can swing by my apartment and change clothes for work."

"Pack a suitcase with what you need until the weekend. You'll be staying here from now on," Susan said.

"Saturday, you and Susan will pack up your apartment to put it into storage," Dale said. He dug into his bowl of oatmeal. After eating a couple of spoonfuls, he looked up and said, "Crawl under the table and blow me before you go. If you don't swallow, you'll have to wear it until you get to your apartment."

"You're a pervert," Denise said. She crawled under the table feeling like a worm. She thought to herself, 'This asshole tells me to suck him and like an idiot I do it.'

She opened his robe and slipped his cock into her mouth. She didn't have much experience sucking cock. Thinking about it, she realized that this was her third time to do it. This time she didn't cry while sucking on his cock. She just wanted to get it over with as quick as possible. It seemed that Dale wasn't cooperating and he seemed to take forever to come. She did her best to swallow hating the taste. It made her want to throw up. She didn't manage to get it all, but cheated by using a finger to clean her face.

While she crawled out from under the table, she asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"That was a pretty bad blowjob. You need lots of practice," Dale said dispassionately.

"Thanks a lot," Denise said pissed off by his comments. It seemed to her that he didn't ever say anything nice to anyone.

"You better go or you'll be late for work," Dale said.

"Right," Denise said noticing that he had finished his oatmeal while she had been blowing him.

Susan held out a paper bag and, after giving her friend a weak smile, said, "I made lunch for you."

"Thanks, Susan," Denise said. Taking the package, she was surprised by the weight of it. She had been expecting a bag of rice cakes or something equally void of calories. The bag weighed at least a pound.

"I'll see you tonight," Susan said with a hopeful smile. She knew from personal experience that returning to the house would be the hardest choice that Denise would have to make.

Denise went down to the basement and got into the clothes she had worn to the house the previous night. She fled the house without saying goodbye thinking that it would be the last time she ever stayed there. As she drove off, she thought, 'This oatmeal is just sitting in my stomach like a lead weight.'

At lunch, Denise discovered that her bag lunch contained a very decent sized submarine sandwich, a small bag of carrots, an apple, and a cookie. It was a larger lunch than she normally ate. Her diets usually had her eating a salad without dressing or something equally void of calories. Of course, she would usually break down in mid-afternoon and get some cookies or chips out of the vending machine. It was only when she was eating her lunch that she realized that she hadn't taken her normal snack break that morning. That oatmeal had really sat heavy in her stomach.

While eating, she thought about what she had done over at Dale's house. The entire experience seemed surreal to her and her actions had been so out of character. She had actually walked around naked for twelve hours and sucked a guy off twice just because she had been told to do it. He hadn't even been nice to her and yet she had gotten on her knees and sucked him off. She shivered wondering how desperate she must be if she would go through that on the slim hope of losing weight.

She realized that losing weight in the program wasn't that slim of a hope. She had seen how Susan looked after going through that program. Susan had never looked so good in her life. The weird thing was that not once in the visit had Susan complained about her diet. For as long as she had remembered, the two of them had never gone on a diet without complaining about the restrictions. That in itself was odd. Neither of them had ever remained on a diet long enough to reach their weight goals.

That the program worked was further supported by Donna. Denise had learned that Donna had once been even fatter than her. She had seen a before picture of the woman and had been shocked. It didn't seem possible to her that anyone could undergo that kind of change. Donna wasn't even in the program any more, but she continued to visit Dale on occasion. Denise couldn't comprehend why any woman would want to return to that house once she escaped it.

Dale was the great mystery to her. Although he was physically in good shape, he wasn't a particularly good looking man. His face wasn't chiseled. His nose was a little large for his face. His teeth were a little crooked. All in all, he was the kind of guy that most women would ignore in a party.

Susan's behavior bothered her a lot. Having watched her friend get undressed had only been the first major shock of the visit. She was still having a hard time getting over the image of Susan down on her knees sucking off Dale and then walking around with his come all over her face. All of that paled in comparison to watching Susan have sex with Donna. The one thing that she couldn't deny was that Susan had enjoyed it. The moans, groans, and shouts that Susan had emitted suggested that Susan had enjoyed it a lot.

In her entire history with Susan there had been no hint that her friend liked women in a sexual way. She was pretty sure that she would have known something like that. Too many years of telling each other their secrets, crying together as men treated them like dirt, and fighting their weight had passed for any secrets like that to remain. So many powerful emotions and yet there had been no hint that Susan liked women in a sexual way. Susan's behavior the previous night was inconsistent with the woman that Denise knew.

Denise finished her lunch. With her mind in continuous turmoil she was nearly oblivious to what she had eaten. She rose from the table feeling full, but a different kind of full than that which normally accompanied a binge eating episode. She made her way back to her desk and sat down to work. Unlike most days, she didn't notice that she had eaten alone.

She had just finished logging back onto her computer when her telephone rang. She answered it expecting it to be her boss. She was shocked when Dale said, "Hello. I was just calling to see how you are doing."

"Do you even care how I'm doing?" Denise asked taken totally by surprise. As far as she knew, he didn't even know her name.

"Of course I care. You're in the program," Dale answered. There was a real hint of surprise in his voice at the suggestion that he wouldn't care.

"Why are you doing this?" Denise asked confused by his reaction to her question.

"I saw a fat woman who is ready to change into a sexy woman that any man would kill to have for one night," Dale answered and then hung up the phone.

Stunned, Denise stared at the handset. She put the handset down and wondered what was happening to her. The telephone rang and she answered it. Susan said, "Hello, Denise. I was calling to find out how you are doing. How are you doing?"

"I don't know how I'm doing," Denise answered.

"I know how you feel. I walked around in a fog after my first night in the program. I kept thinking that I couldn't believe what I had done," Susan said.

"I'm so confused," Denise said.

"Just hang in there. It does get better. You'll find that you'll like some parts of the program a lot," Susan said.

"I don't see how. I feel like a used condom," Denise said putting into words how she had felt after sucking off Dale those two times. She had been a repository for his come and nothing more than that.

Susan laughed and said, "I know exactly what you mean. I used to feel the same way. I felt so violated at times that I didn't think I would survive. I don't know how many tears I shed while submitting to him. I cried every time at first."

"You sure don't act like that now," Denise said.

"One day it was like someone flipped a switch in my head and I really got into what I was doing. I've never felt bad about it since then," Susan said. She would have told her friend more, but she was pretty sure that Denise wouldn't understand it.

"I can't see that happening to me," Denise said.

"You'll see. Tonight after you and Dale have your long talk, I'll be spending the night with him. I'm looking forward to it," Susan said.

"I don't understand how you can feel that way," Denise said.

Susan laughed and said, "You will. Well, I better get back to work. I'll talk to you later."

"Sure," Denise said. She hung up the phone and considered the conversation. Despite the fact that every instinct was telling her to flee, she would have to stay long enough to rescue her friend from the evil clutches of Dale.

The work day passed without incident and then it was time to head home. She left the office well behind on her work. She just wasn't able to concentrate on it. Denise wasn't sure what she was going to do. Her thoughts had transitioned from rescuing Susan to the diet program. She could return to her apartment and forget about Dale or she could go to Dale's to give it one more chance. Even as she walked to her car, she wasn't sure which she would do. She drove back to her apartment on autopilot; not even sure how she had gotten there.

She wandered through her apartment feeling like something was missing. It dawned on her that she was alone. No one was going to come over that evening or even the next. Friday and Saturday nights she would go out to a bar in the slim hope of picking up someone, but that hope was slim. Hundreds of trips to the bar had yielded a single one-night stand with a guy who was too drunk to even perform. As much as she hated being a come repository to Dale, being with Susan, and even Dale, had beat being alone.

She went to her closet and packed a bag with clothes for the rest of the week. It was hard to say what motivated her. Was it that she was going to rescue Susan? Was it her fear of being alone for the rest of her life? Was it the hope that she would lose weight and find someone to love? Was it boredom? She didn't know and that uncertainty bothered her. The one thing that she did know was that what she had been doing in the past hadn't worked. If things didn't work out, she'd do what she could to rescue Susan.

Denise entered the house carrying her luggage and a belly full of butterflies. Once inside the door, she reached behind her back to unzip the zipper of the dress she was wearing. A very naked Susan came out of her room and said, "Dale isn't here yet."

"Good," Denise said. She wasn't sure if she could handle undressing in front of him.

"Let me help you with your zipper," Susan said. She stepped behind Denise and helped her get out of her dress.

"I don't know why I'm here," Denise said while undoing her bra.

"You'll figure it out soon enough," Susan said.

"I feel like I'm losing all of my self-respect," Denise said. She pulled her panties down to her knees and then let them fall to the floor.

"You don't have any self-respect," Susan said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"Hey," Denise shouted offended by Susan's comment.

Susan ignored the outburst and said, "You and I lost our self-respect the first day that someone called us fat and we believed them. You still believe it. I don't. I've gotten my self-respect back. You will, but until that day comes you are going to take an emotional beating like you wouldn't believe."

"I've got self-respect," Denise said defensively.

Susan poked her friend in a roll of fat and asked, "Are you a fat woman?"

"Yes," Denise answered.

"Wrong answer," Susan said sadly. She shook her head and said, "The program will change you, but it isn't going to be easy. It wasn't easy for me."

"So are we prisoners here?" Denise asked wondering if once she entered the house in the evening that she was trapped until it was time to go to work the next day.

"Prisoners?" Susan asked.

"I mean, once we come in we can't go out again," Denise said.

"No. You can come and go as you want. Of course, you'll be cheating yourself of the benefits of being in the program. If you are gone almost all of the time, Dale will drop you from the program," Susan answered.

"I don't get it," Denise said.

"You'll have a long talk with Dale tonight where you will discuss the goals for the program. I really suggest that you don't drink anything before the talk and that you go to the bathroom first. He's going to keep you there until you come to some major decisions," Susan said. She had been warned by Donna and had really appreciated the warning before the night was over.

"Okay," Denise said.

Dinner that night was a grilled swordfish steak, steamed vegetables, salad, rolls, and a slice of chocolate cake for desert. The food was flavorful and filling. Denise had looked at all of the food unable to believe that this was her diet. She decided that it hadn't started yet. During one of the few lulls in conversation, she asked, "When does my diet start?"

"What diet?" Dale asked looking across the table at her.

"The one where I lose the weight," Denise answered.

"No diet. You'll just eat balanced meals," Dale answered.

Seeing that Denise wasn't satisfied with the answer, Susan asked, "Did you eat the lunch that I packed for you?"

"Yes," Denise answered.

"Did you snack at all today or have any soft drinks?" Susan asked.

"No. I did have a diet soda," Denise answered. It wasn't until Susan had asked the question that she had realized that she hadn't had an afternoon snack.

"With all of the food you've eaten today, you've gotten about two hundred calories less than you normally eat," Susan said.

"We don't discuss calories at the dinner table," Dale said with a trace of anger in his voice. He growled and said, "Fat people think about calories all of the time."

"I was just trying to reassure her," Susan said.

"She doesn't need reassurance. She needs to eat her meals and enjoy them. Meals are times to replenish what the body has used up in the course of the day, to enjoy the flavors of the food and to appreciate the social occasion of dining together. A meal isn't the time to obsess about calories, fat, or life's miseries," Dale said sharply.

"You're right," Susan said. She hadn't realized that she had stopped counting calories until that morning. The only reason it had even entered her mind was because she knew that Denise would be worried about how much food she was eating.

"Two hundred calories less than usual," Denise said still thinking about how much she had eaten that day.

Dale rapped on the table getting her attention and then said, "We don't discuss calories at the table."

Rather than argue, Denise nodded her head and looked down at her plate. She hadn't read that in the list of rules. It seemed to her that the list of rules was only intended to make it easier for Dale to live his perverted lifestyle. Women were supposed to satisfy his sexual urges. It started with them walking around naked and ended with them serving as the receptacle for his come.

Easing the sudden tension at the table, Susan said, "It is time for us to clear the table and wash the dishes."

"Okay," Denise said thankful to have something to do rather than sit there feeling miserable.

"After dinner, you and I will have a long talk. You might want to stop by the bathroom before coming in my study. I don't like to interrupt discussions with needless breaks," Dale said. He rose from the table and said, "I'm going to take a quick swim in the pool while you are working in the kitchen."

After Dale had left, Denise asked, "When did we become his maids?"

"It is all part of the program," Susan answered.

"I don't even know what the program is," Denise said. So far, it seemed like the program was one exercise in degradation after another.

"Look. If you weren't helping me with the dishes, what would you be doing? I'll tell you. You'd be sitting around on your fat ass letting your ass get fatter. That's what you'd be doing," Susan said while picking up the plates. She glanced over at Denise taking note that her friend was still seated at the table.

"Maybe," Denise said rather disturbed by her friend's caustic way of putting things. It seemed that Susan had lost a lot of her understanding and compassion as a result of the program.

Susan paused and looked over at Denise. In a softer voice, she said, "Believe or not, we've got your best interests at heart."

"You could be a little gentler about it," Denise said.

"No. That's one of the things that Dale has taught me. Sometimes being gentle doesn't help. You need to learn some things and there can't be any ambiguity about the lessons," Susan said looking over at her friend. It broke her heart to see what she was going through, but she had gone through it and emerged stronger than ever.

"Let's get these dishes washed," Denise said rising from her chair.

"I guess I should warn you that he doesn't have an automatic dishwasher that works," Susan said.

"Great," Denise said thinking that it was ridiculous to wash dishes by hand in these modern times. She asked, "When is he going to get it fixed."

"Now that I think about it, I don't know if the dishwasher works or not. We've just never used it around here," Susan said.

"Oh," Denise said. It had been a long time since she had washed dishes by hand. It wasn't as bad as she had remembered. The two women chatted while working. The conversation reminded her of times back in college when they would talk while doing laundry together.

Deciding that it would be wise to take everyone's advice, Denise stopped by the bathroom before joining Dale in his study. She was struck by the masculine appearance of the room. Filling a wall was an array of photographs of naked women arranged in columns. At the base of each column was a picture of a fat ugly woman. At the top of the column was a picture of an attractive sexy looking woman. Each column documented the evolution of a woman through the program. She counted the columns surprised to learn that there were sixteen of them.

Dale rose when she entered and said, "Kneel in front of me."

Knowing what was going to happen, Denise didn't bother to fight it. Susan had reminded her several times that the price she was paying for being in the program was satisfying his sexual urges. It was a high price, but she was willing to pay it for at least a little while. She knelt in front of him. He removed his robe and threw it over her. He lifted an edge and thrust his cock under it. He said, "Suck it."

Humiliated by his treatment of her, she took his cock in his mouth. Again she did her best to get it over with as soon as possible. Every second that passed just reinforced the humiliation she felt. It seemed to her that he was doing his best to keep from coming just to prolong the humiliating experience. She survived by entertaining the idea of biting it off.

When he had filled her mouth with his come, he removed the robe that had covered her. He removed the belt from his robe and laid it on the floor so that it created a small circle. He gestured to the circle and said, "Stand inside the circle. You are not to leave it until we have finished our discussion. If you step out of it, then that will be the end of your participation in the program."

"It is too small to sit down in," Denise said.

"That's right," Dale said with a smile. He added, "You're going to have to stand."

"Why?" Denise asked.

"I'll explain it all once you've gotten in the circle," Dale said. Still naked, he walked to a location a few paces away from the circle.

Denise stepped into the circle and said, "So answer my question."

"Fat women have no discipline. One of the goals of the program is to develop discipline. When you are happy doing something and can take breaks, there isn't a need for discipline. We ignore the need for discipline for the most part, but it is important. Discipline comes into play when we are doing something that we hate, when we are physically uncomfortable, and when things look bad. You draw upon discipline to persevere in order to accomplish the difficult," Dale said looking her in the eye.

"I have discipline," Denise said.

"By the end of our little discussion, you will have proved that to me and, perhaps, convinced yourself of that fact," Dale said with a wry smile that sent chills down Denise's back.

"Okay," Denise said drawing the word out so that it sounded like it had three syllables.

"The purpose of the program is to enable you to redefine yourself as a person. To accomplish that, we must both know what it is you want to become," Doug said.

The discussion spanned the most miserable three hours of her life. Her knees were screaming for relief from supporting her weight. Her feet hurt. By the end, she thought her bladder was going to burst. During the entire time, Dale had stood across from her without shifting or moving at all. He had been like a statue through the whole discussion.

When the discussion ended, Dale said, "We'll go and do your exercises. After you've done them, you can spend ten minutes in the sauna and then have a dip in the pool."

"Thanks," Denise said. The idea of sitting in a sauna for ten minutes really sounded good to her.

She didn't see Susan until she went out to the pool after what had to be one of the lamest exercise sessions that she had ever experienced. It was the same set of exercises as the previous night although the number of every exercise had moved up from one to two. She was unimpressed with Dale's exercise routine thinking that it had to hurt in order to accomplish anything.

Susan stopped swimming laps and said, "Come on in, the water is wonderful."

"I can use it," Denise said thinking that it would be wonderful to relax in the pool for a change.

"It is hard to stand there like that, isn't it?" Susan said.

"Horrible," Denise said.

"It gets easier," Susan said.

"You keep saying that," Denise said feeling a little depressed. The life that she was going to try to obtain was so different from what she had known that it seemed like an impossible goal. The sad thing was that her goals were not all that different from women all over the world. She wanted the security of having a loving husband, a house surrounded by a white picket fence, and kids.



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Chapter 3


Day 2 Thursday

Denise woke to Susan's shout through the basement door that it was her turn to prepare breakfast. She sat up and took stock of her surroundings. The basement walls were painted a plain white. The concrete floor was barren of any kind of carpeting. Her bed was simple without a headboard. There was a basic bathroom with a small corner shower, a simple porcelain toilet, and a simple sink. The other side of the basement held the exercise equipment. One corner of the room had the curtains where she had given Dale the blowjob on her first night there. Her clothes were hanging on a rack in that little corner. There were no walls that could give the illusion of privacy except in that little corner or the bathroom.

She climbed up the stairs and entered the first floor. On her way to the kitchen, she glanced in the dining room. Susan was lying on the table with her legs spread wide and Dale was busy fucking her. She stared at the sight unable to believe what she was seeing. Susan's breasts were bouncing in time to Dale's thrusts into her. She wrapped her ankles around him; drawing him deeper into her with each thrust.

Denise couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. She could see his balls swinging to and fro.

His cock sliding into and out of Susan's cunt was impossible to ignore. It wasn't only a visual display. Susan was vocalizing her appreciation of the sex act. He was grunting with each thrust into her. There was the sound of body slamming into body. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air.

Disgusted, Denise went into the kitchen to start cooking the oatmeal for breakfast unable to get the image of what she had seen out of her mind. The expressions on their faces didn't reflect loving feelings. They had looked almost pained. Moving like a robot, she went through the motions of preparing breakfast.

An extra loud grunt from Dale announced that the pair were about to finish their coupling. She filled three bowls with oatmeal and carried them out to the table. Naked, Susan was sitting in a chair with a flushed appearance. Dale was wearing his robe and breathing heavily. Denise looked down at Susan when she was setting the bowl in front of her. Dale's come was seeping out of her cunt onto the towel that covered the seat of the chair. Denise nearly dropped the bowl of oatmeal.

Susan sighed and said, "Thanks, I needed that."

"You're welcome," Denise said.

Susan laughed and said, "I wasn't talking to you."

"Oh," Denise said embarrassed at her misunderstanding. She couldn't imagine thanking Dale for having his way with her.

Dale said, "You're a very sexy woman, Susan. If Chuck doesn't marry you, then he's a fool."

"Chuck is not a fool," Susan said with a smile. Chuck was a brilliant young man who was going to make a mark on this world.

"You have a date with him tonight?" Dale asked.

"Yes," Susan answered.

"Maybe he'll propose to you tonight," Dale said.

"I doubt it. He's still got five months to go with Michelle," Susan answered.

"Who's Michelle?" Denise asked. She took a spoonful of oatmeal and forced it in her mouth.

She really hated oatmeal.

"Michelle is a woman that runs a program like mine for men," Dale answered.

"Does she make them satisfy her sexual urges?" Denise asked with more than a little bitterness.

Susan nodded her head and answered, "She's harder on them than Dale is on us. I have to admit that I do appreciate how she's taught him to go down on a woman. He's got a great tongue."

"You're kidding," Denise said.

"Not at all. He's really good in bed. Maybe I'll let you experience Chuck after you've stopped being a fat woman," Susan said.

"What?" Denise asked shocked at the suggestion.

"Eat up," Dale said gesturing to the oatmeal. He said, "There's nothing worse than cold oatmeal."

Denise ate her oatmeal wondering when Susan had turned into a slut. Before she knew it, she had finished the bowl of oatmeal. She waited for Dale to say the words that she was sure would come next. The last thing she wanted to do was suck him off after he had finished having sex with Susan. A shudder of disgust went through her body at the thought.

Dale finished his oatmeal and pushed the bowl away. He sighed and said, "I better get ready to go to work."

Denise watched him leave the table. She said, "I was sure that he was going to ask me for a blowjob."

"You sound disappointed," Susan said with a smile.

"No. I'm just surprised," Denise said.

"Don't be surprised. He's already come twice this morning," Susan said. She frowned and then asked, "You're still on the pill, aren't you?"

"Yes," Denise answered. She hadn't required them much in the past, but it never hurt to be prepared. Fat women couldn't insist on condoms.

Susan said, "Good. He'll probably take you two or three times tonight. If you're lucky, maybe he'll fuck you."

"Lucky me," Denise said sarcastically.

Susan frowned and then said, "You might want to use some lubricant. With that kind of attitude you'll probably be too dry for it to be pleasant."

"What in the hell happened to you? He's basically raping us," Denise said. Her voice had risen to a screech by the end of her objection.

"No he's not and I never want to hear you say that again. He's having consensual sex with us.

You haven't told him no," Susan said although there had been a time when she had felt the same way.

"We don't have much choice," Denise said sullenly.

Susan stood and pointed to the front door. She said, "You can walk out that door anytime you want. No one is stopping you. You are sucking him off because that is the price you are willing to pay for being in the program. Remember that the next time you have his cock in your mouth or cunt or ass. You are doing it because you are willing to do it."

"My ass?" Denise asked wide-eyed.

"Of course," Susan said.

"There's no way I'm going to let him put his cock in my ass," Denise declared flatly.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Susan said. She wondered how Denise was going to react when Dale presented her with an enema kit. She said, "Let's get these dishes done and pack our lunches."

The day passed quickly, although Denise didn't get much work done at the office. Before she knew it, she found herself at home sucking off Dale when he returned to the house. Susan had watched although there wasn't much to be seen. Dale had sent Denise behind the curtain and had her suck his cock between the curtains again. Resigned to that kind of treatment, Denise had done what was necessary to get him off.

An hour later, Chuck arrived at the house. Denise had been in the kitchen and had walked out to find that she was standing naked in front of a complete stranger. It took her a second to realize that the man was Susan's boyfriend. Despite being embarrassed by her nudity, she took a moment to examine him. In the same way that Dale was not an impressive male specimen, she was a little disappointed by Chuck's appearance. He had short cropped hair with thick black glasses. His ears seemed to stick out just a little too much. His clothes were fashionable enough, but he didn't seem to wear them with the kind of comfort that one would have if that was their normal attire.

Chuck and Dale greet each other like long lost friends. After exchanging a little small talk, Dale asked, "Where are you taking Susan?"

"I thought we'd go out to eat and then to a movie," Chuck answered.

"Afterwards?"

"Michelle suggested that I bring her over to the house," Chuck answered.

Dale laughed and said, "I was going to suggest bringing her here. I'm sure that she'd enjoy a Susan sandwich."

"Maybe next time. I think that Michelle has plans for the evening," Chuck said with a smile.

Susan came out of her room and looked around. The outfit that Susan was wearing was definitely sexy although Denise had to admit that it wasn't slutty. The dress hugged her figure quite nicely. The neckline showed off a very nice cleavage. The modest heels did help shape her legs. It was hard to tell, but she was wearing real stockings and not panty hose. She said, "Did I hear someone mention a Susan sandwich?"

Shocked by the nature of the discussion the men had been having, Denise felt that Susan should know what they were saying about her. She answered, "Yes."

"That will be fun. I like having both holes filled at the same time," Susan said brightly. She greeted Chuck with a hug and a very passionate kiss.

"What?" Denise said thinking that Susan had definitely turned into a slut. She was afraid that the same future held for her.

Chuck said, "Sorry, but not tonight. Michelle suggested that I bring you over to our place."

"That sounds like fun. Who gets to wear the dildo?" Susan asked as she winked at Chuck.

He blushed and answered, "I'm not sure what Michelle has in mind for tonight."

Denise looked around at the people in the room with her. She wasn't sure who was going to be using a dildo on whom, but it didn't matter. People didn't talk about doing things like that in front of others. Incredulous, she asked, "Am I surrounded by perverts?"

"No," Susan answered feeling a little insulted by the question. The three of them had just been engaging in a little light hearted banter.

Dale frowned at hearing the question and then said, "Denise, suck my cock."

"In front of him?" Denise asked incredulously while pointing at Chuck.

"Yes. I want your mouth on my cock right now," Dale said. He looked over at Susan and said,

"Find something to cover her."

"Yes, Dale," Susan said.

Chuck stood by watching as Denise slowly lowered herself to her knees. Her face was burning with shame. She was the only one naked in the room. Tears welled up while she unzipped the zipper on Dale's trousers. She glanced over at Chuck ashamed of what she was about to do.

Susan returned and threw a blanket over Denise. Dale said, "Thank you, Susan. I hate looking at a fat woman while I'm having sex."

"I guess I can understand that," Chuck said watching the blanket move around while Denise sucked the cock in her mouth.

Susan said, "Give her time."

"Fat women are lousy sex partners. If my needs weren't so strong I wouldn't bother," Dale said.

"Okay," Chuck said.

Dale said, "One day she'll figure it out and then it will be good."

"I remember the first time you came over. I must have been horrible. I'm surprised that you ever returned," Susan said. She had still been a fat woman at the time.

"You've got to thank Michelle for that," Chuck said. He had sworn that he would never return to this house after his first time with Susan.

"I'll be sure to do that tonight," Susan said.

"It doesn't look like Dale is enjoying the blowjob," Chuck commented.

"She is kind of apathetic," Susan said looking at the blanket.

Listening to the conversation going on around her, Denise was crying so hard that it was almost impossible to perform. This had moved beyond humiliating into complete degradation. She was almost ready to storm out of the house when Chuck said, "There's so much difference between having sex with a fat woman and a sexual woman who happens to be overweight. I was lucky that you realized that before I came over the second time."

"Denise has at least six months to go before she comes to that realization," Susan said shaking her head.

Dale said, "I wish she'd get to work on my cock. This is almost painful."

Denise pulled her mouth off his cock and shouted, "Well excuse me, Mr. Suck Me Whenever I Command It."

Impatient to start her date, Susan said, "Denise, stop talking and suck his cock. We won't get out of here until you finish him off."

Shaking his head, Chuck asked, "It's that bad, huh?"

"Yes," Dale said disgusted.

"I feel sorry for you," Chuck said shaking his head.

Dale smiled and said, "Don't. One day she'll figure it all out and then every bad blowjob and lousy lay will have been worth it."

"There is that," Chuck said nodding his head in agreement. He imagined that once she stopped thinking of herself as a fat woman that she'd be great in bed. The difference in Susan between the first and second visit had been striking.

Dale said, "The only thing worse in bed than a fat woman is a Fashion Queen."

"I wouldn't know about that," Chuck said. Until he had hooked up with Michelle he hadn't had much experience with women.

Not having heard the term before in this context, Susan asked, "What is a Fashion Queen?"

Dale answered, "That's a woman who is only concerned with her appearance. In bed she acts like she's posing for a camera. There is no feeling there. She moves from facial expression to facial expression as if she has to pause for each shot. It is like fucking a manikin."

Chuck said, "That sounds horrible."

"I bet," Susan said.

Denise stopped sucking on the cock and said, "Would you at least pay attention to the blowjob?"

"Start giving me something that is even close to a blowjob and I will," Dale replied irritated. He grimaced as she roughly gripped his cock to yank it down to her mouth.

Susan said, "Suck on the head. Run your tongue around the ridge at the base of his head. Use your hand to stimulate his shaft."

Denise went back to work on the cock. She would never be able to express how humiliating she had found this entire experience. It seemed like an hour passed before he erupted. At the last minute, he had pulled back and sprayed her face. Even as her hand had moved up to wipe it off, he said, "Leave the come where it is. Now clean off my cock and put it back in my trousers."

"I didn't sign up for this kind of treatment," Denise said before putting his cock back in her mouth.

As soon as she had zipped him up, the blanket was removed. She rose from her knees and looked around. Streaks of come crossed her face and hung off her breasts. Mortified, she stood there as everyone looked at her. She glared at them and said, "Don't stare at me."

Susan frowned and leaned over to Denise. She whispered, "Remember my advice. Fill yourself with some lubrication and refresh it frequently. He's not going to wait for you when he's ready to fuck you."

Denise stared at her friend wondering what had happened to her. The comments made while she had been giving Dale the blowjob had felt like knives to the stomach. She said, "There's no way I'm going to let him fuck me."

Susan said, "I guess it is time for us to get to our date."

"We'll be back early enough for you to take her picture tonight," Chuck said.

Dale said, "Good."

"Say goodbye to Denise," Susan said.

Chuck shook hands with Denise. He said, "It has been nice meeting you."

"Maybe next time she'll be a nice person," Dale said.

With tears flowing down her cheeks, Denise said, "I hate you. I hate you all."

Denise stomped towards the basement convinced that Susan had been transformed into a whore. She was going to pack up her stuff and leave. She went into the little fake closet and grabbed her suitcase. Without taking too much care, she threw the clothes into it and slammed shut the lid. Alone in the room, she shouted, "How dare they talk trash about me like that?"

Her anger slowly turned to sadness. She sat down on the floor and started crying. All she wanted was to lose a little weight. She didn't want to be a come receptacle for some asshole.

She wiped the come off of her face. There was nothing more degrading than walking around like that. She said, "Even whores don't do that."

It took fifteen minutes to get her tears under control well enough to leave. She picked up the suitcase and stepped out from behind the curtain. Dale was standing there with his arms crossed looking at her. He said, "Before you stomp out of here, I'd like to show you something."

"What?" Denise asked. She didn't want to talk to him. In fact, all she really wanted to do was slap him silly. He had humiliated her for the last time.

"Follow me," Dale said. He turned and walked to the stairs.

Not knowing what to expect, Denise followed him up the stairs. He led her to a room that she had never been in. There was an electronic piano against the wall. He unplugged the headphones and sat down in front of the keyboard. With spread fingers he slammed his hands against the keyboard for a solid three minutes. By the time he finished, Denise was ready to run from the room. He asked, "What do you think of my playing?"

"It sucks," Denise said.

Dale nodded his head and then started playing the piano like he really meant it. The notes of the classical piece filled the air. She didn't know the name of the piece, but she did recognize it.

He was good. In fact, he was really good.

After three minutes, he stopped and said, "That was the Pathétique Sonata. It is one of my favorite pieces by Beethoven. I learned the piano just to play that piece."

"Oh," Denise said.

"I spent years learning how to play in order to do justice to that one piece. Very little of that time was spent learning Pathetique. It was spent on endless drills that were brain numbingly boring. I learned songs that I detested just to improve the skills that my fingers needed in order to play that piece. In the end, it was all worth it," Dale said.

"It was beautiful," Denise said. No matter how much she hated him, she couldn't deny that he had played that song with great skill.

"The blowjob you gave me in the living room was much like the first way that I played the piano for you. It was uninspired, unskilled, and totally lacking in any interest on your part," Dale said.

"There's a difference. I don't want to have sex with you," Denise said.

"You want to get a loving husband. I'll tell you a little secret. If every time you have sex with a man is like that, you'll never get a loving husband. Your blowjob will send him running for the hills. You need to learn how to do satisfy a man before you meet your true love," Dale said.

"Millions of women have married men without sucking you off first," Denise said dismissively.

"Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Far too many men slip away from home and visit prostitutes to get sex acts their wives won't give them. Sometimes they come home with diseases. Sometimes they don't ever come home. Even amongst marriages that last, too many of them end with total strangers sharing a common dwelling.

"You don't see it because people don't talk about sex with any kind of honesty. People even lie to themselves. There are men who have minor curiosity about sex with other men that go around stomping on gays in an attempt to convince themselves that they are straight. There are women who hold back from their husbands because they think that passion makes them slutty.

"Learn the skills that will make you a good in bed so that you'll have them for when you find your true love. Then you can become the great lover that your man desires. Until then, I'm serving as the brain numbing boring drills that will enable you to become great in bed," Dale said.

"You really see yourself like that?" Denise asked. She laughed out loud at the idea of him sacrificing anything for her. There were no doubts in her mind that this man was deluded

"Yes. My cock has been sore after every blowjob that you've given me. I dread letting you near it," Dale said.

"You're kidding," Denise said. She couldn't believe that her blowjobs were that bad. She'd never heard of a man complaining about getting a bad blowjob. She'd heard men say that there was no such thing as a bad blowjob.

"No, I'm not," Dale said. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He pointed to it and said, "It is red and sore. If I twisted, mashed, and groped your breasts with the same disregard that you've shown my cock, you would have hauled off and hit me."

"I'm sorry," she said looking at his cock.

Dale said, "I am half-tempted to throw you out of the program. I'm getting too old to put up with this kind of shit."

"Oh," Denise said.

"Now go unpack your bag. We'll have dinner and then you'll do your exercises," Dale said.

"Yes, Dale," Denise said leaving the room. As the door closed behind her, she could hear him playing the piano. He was really good.

Dinner was a simple rack of lamb prepared by Dale. Watching him work made Denise realize that she didn't understand food nearly as well as he did. She realized that there was a vast difference in attitude towards food that existed between the two of them. He loved it. She hated it.

Dale looked over at her and said, "I like a side salad with rack of lamb. Would you mind preparing one?"

"No," Denise said. She went over to the refrigerator. She was very surprised by how much food was stuffed into that single box. She never filled her refrigerator in fear that she'd break down one day and eat everything in it. She asked, "What would you like in it?"

"Some carrots, tomatoes, radishes, bell pepper, olives, and onion would be good. There's some Italian dressing there, but don't drench the salad with it. Use just enough to flavor it," Dale answered.

The two worked in the kitchen without talking. Dale was focused on putting together a good meal and Denise didn't know what to talk about. At least it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.

Denise had enough on her mind that she didn't feel the need to engage in meaningless conversation.

After dinner, Denise went through the exercise program. Tonight it was sets of three. After her third sit up, she said, "This is stupid."

"What is stupid?" Dale asked.

"Why am I only doing three sit ups?" Denise asked in answer to his question.

"Could you do a hundred?" Dale asked.

"Not if I wanted to move the next day."

Dale said, "I didn't think so. A hundred days from now you will be able to do that many. You'll also be able to walk the next day."

"Oh," Denise said. She finished her little running in place for forty-five seconds and stood there with her hands on her hips. She asked, "What now?"

"Hit the sauna and then take a swim. I'll get you when I'm ready to take your picture for the video record of your progress," Dale said.

Denise enjoyed her time in the sauna and the pool although the time in the pool seemed far too short to her. Dale came out and said, "I'm ready to take your picture."

She climbed out of the pool and dried off. She thought about Susan's advice and decided that she might want to lubricate her lower area before getting her picture taken. The problem was that she didn't have any lubricant. She decided that she could skip it. It was a decision that she would regret. She had a feeling that Dale wasn't exactly happy either.



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Chapter 4


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."



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Chapter 5


Day 4 Saturday

Dale looked across the breakfast table and said, "Denise, suck my cock."

"No," Denise answered feeling her heart in her throat. She had decided that today was the time to make a stand before she packed up her apartment.

"Suck my cock," Dale said watching her carefully.

"No! I'm not going to suck your cock!" Denise said confident that she was going to learn what would happen when she rejected his orders.

Dale frowned for a second and then nodded his head. He rose from his chair and left the room. A minute later he returned carrying a bottle of baby oil and sat down on the chair. Opening his robe, he poured a little of the oil onto his cock.

Denise watched him rub his cock. He had varied the speed of his stroke — speeding up to increase his level of excitement and slowing down to take the edge off of it. Sometimes he twisted his wrist while stroking while at other times the motion was more directly up and down. Taking his time, he slowly masturbated to a very productive orgasm.

After finishing, he cleaned up using a napkin from the table. He reached over and grabbed his coffee cup. After taking a sip, he sat back and said, "That was nice."

Denise had been waiting for him to say something to her about her refusal. She crossed her arms and said, "Well? Aren't you going to say something?"

"Like what?" Dale asked.

"That you're going to kick me out of the program for not sucking you off," Denise answered.

"No one said that you had to do it every time I asked," Dale said.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to say no and mean it," Susan said with a smile.

"Huh?" Denise said looking from one to the other.

Dale said, "Shouldn't you two be getting dressed and over to Denise's apartment?"

"Yes, Dale," Susan said.

"What about the breakfast dishes?" Denise asked.

Dale shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'll take care of them. You've got a lot of hard work ahead of you."

"You're right," Denise said staring at him. Not once had he ever given any sign that he would accept no for an answer. She rose from her chair.

"Denise."

"What?"

"Don't turn me down too many times," Dale said with a smile. He took another sip from his coffee effectively dismissing her.

"Right," Denise said. She paused and then asked, "Why didn't you make me?"

"Because I respect you more than you respect yourself," Dale answered.

Susan drove over the apartment. Denise was quiet trying to puzzle out what had happened that morning. Finally, she said, "I don't understand. I kind of figured that Dale was a domineering perverted bastard."

"He's not," Susan replied. She saw the look of disbelief on Denise's face and said, "It seems that way at times, but you've got to understand that he's acting that way to teach you things."

"All he's teaching me is that I'm lousy in bed," Denise said.

Susan snorted and said, "You are. Even I can see that."

"Thanks a lot," Denise said.

Susan stopped the car at the traffic light and said, "The only reason that Dale is helping you through the program is for the sex. He doesn't make any money out of it. He doesn't get anything out of it except for the sex."

"What's he doing to earn all of that sex?" Denise asked.

Susan said, "He's teaching you how to live as something other than a fat woman. He's teaching you how to eat so that you don't gain weight. He's teaching you how to exercise so that you'll be healthy the rest of your life. He's taking care of you so that you don't do stupid things in your rush to get thin. He's helping you reach the goals that you talked about in his study. He's working hard for you."

"Oh," Denise said.

Susan said, "A program half as effective as his would cost you thousands of dollars every week."

"I didn't think about it like that," Denise said.

Susan said, "I know that you won't agree with me, but he's teaching you a lot about sex. You're going to appreciate it one of these days."

"I doubt it," Denise said.

"That's because you're still a fat woman," Susan said.

"Would you quit saying that? I know I'm fat. You don't have to rub it in," Denise said.

"I'm not rubbing it in," Susan said shaking her head.

Denise said, "It sure is nice to be wearing clothes."

"You get used to not wearing them. I love being out in the back yard naked when the sun is out and there is a warm breeze blowing."

"You've really taken to this everything revolves around sex mindset of Dale's," Denise said.

Susan replied, "No. I've taken to the idea that I'm a sexual being with a pretty high sex drive. Believe me when I say that no one is more surprised by that than I am."

"Oh," Denise said. It sounded to her like Susan had turned into a slut and was just trying to justify it to herself.

Susan pulled into the parking lot of a rather non-descript storefront. She said, "Let's go inside for a minute."

Denise looked at the sign and said, "That's an adult novelty store!"

"That's right. We need to get you something," Susan said.

"I'm not going in," Denise said crossing her arms.

"Okay," Susan said. She hopped out of the car and headed to the front door.

"She's crazy," Denise said. Not only was she having sex with Dale at the drop of a hat, she was now hanging around adult shops. She rubbed her forehead trying to make sense of what her friend was doing.

Less than five minutes later, Susan hopped back into the car and handed a package to Denise. With a smile, she said, "That's for you."

Denise opened the bag and looked inside. Shocked, she quickly closed the bag in case anyone could see what was in it. Embarrassed, she said, "Do you know what is in that bag?"

"Sure," Susan answered, "I picked it out for you."

Denise didn't respond. Before long they had reached her apartment. Denise headed towards the door leaving the bag back in the car. Susan smiled and brought the bag into the apartment. Entering the apartment, she held up the bag and said, "Denise, come here. I bought this for you."

"Do you know what that is?"

Susan pulled the gift out of the bag and said, "This is a dildo. It is a pretty realistic replica of a real cock. It has the veins, the head, and the shaft accurately rendered."

"I know that," Denise said rolling her eyes.

Susan held it up and pointing to the head, said, "This is the head of the penis. Nature shaped it so that it could enter a woman easily. It is somewhat sensitive, but it is not the most sensitive part of the penis. This little area right below this ridge here is very sensitive. When you're giving head, most of your effort should focus on that little patch of real estate."

Susan stuck the dildo in her mouth and then removed it. She said, "If you were paying attention, you'll notice that you don't have to stick the whole thing in your mouth for your tongue to be positioned at that sensitive area. You don't have to deep-throat a guy for him to enjoy a blowjob."

"I don't really want to talk about this," Denise said.

Shrugging her shoulders, Susan replied, "I think you need to listen to me. If you figure out how to satisfy Dale, then you'll finish him off faster. That means that you will spend less time with his cock in your mouth."

"Oh," Denise said realizing that there was more than a little sense in that.

Smiling, Susan said, "Now just running your tongue over the sensitive part of his cock probably isn't enough to get him to come. You have to stimulate the rest of the cock as well. Now the head isn't really a problem, but the shaft is. While sucking on the cock, wrap your hand around the shaft and jack him off. In less than two minutes, he'll be popping."

"You're kidding," Denise said.

"Nope. Practice on this while I go get some boxes," Susan said tossing the dildo to Denise.

Denise sat down on the couch once Susan had left. She held up the dildo and studied it. She had to admit that it was a whole lot easier to look at a fake one than one attached to a real man. She didn't have to deal with his disgust at her appearance.

She slipped the dildo in her mouth and realized that Susan had been correct. She didn't need to stuff the whole thing in her mouth. She wrapped a hand around the shaft and stroked it up and down. Susan had made it look pretty simple. She pulled it out of her mouth and looked at it. She tried it again. It wasn't that difficult. She decided that she would try it on Dale and see if Susan's suggestions worked.

Within twenty minutes Susan returned with a load of boxes, packing tape, bubble wrap, and a utility knife. Smiling, she said, "Let's get to work."

The women packed up the apartment. The living room took the longest to pack. It had the most items and many of them were fragile. Fragile items got wrapped in the bubble wrap and placed carefully in boxes. Clothes were used to line the bottom, sides, and tops of the boxes with fragile items packed inside. They had emptied the bedroom closet of all the clothes that were too small for Denise in the process of packing up the living room.

There wasn't much discussion of anything of substance. Most of their talk focused on the move. Denise was shocked when lunch was an individual sized pizza for each of them that Susan had ordered to have delivered to them. She had settled for a plain pizza, but Susan had gotten one fully loaded. Denise had figured that kind of food was definitely not allowed. Susan dismissed her concerns with a snort and wave of her hand. Susan made a small reference to the pizza it later that afternoon when they had finished packing the last box when she said, "I'm beat. We worked those pizzas off today."

"I guess," Denise replied feeling guilty about having cheated on her diet.

Susan said, "Let's get back to the house. I could use a nice swim about now."

Denise asked, "Do we have to go back there? I'm kind of enjoying wearing clothes."

Susan said, "You'll get used to it."

"No I won't. In case you haven't noticed, I'm fat," Denise said.

Susan shook her head and sighed. She said, "You're right. You are a fat woman."

"Quit saying that," Denise said.

Susan picked up the brown paper bag that held the dildo. She said, "Let's go."

"I had forgotten about that," Denise said staring at the paper bag. Considering the lack of privacy in the basement, the last thing she wanted was for Dale to see that she had a dildo. She shook her head and said, "Maybe we can drop it off in a trashcan."

"Don't be silly. Maybe next time Dale tells you to masturbate for him, you can use it," Susan said.

"No way!"

Susan said, "Yes way!"

"You are just as bad as him," Denise said feeling grumpy.

"Denise, I am doing everything I can to make this easier for you. I know that you don't understand, but you've got to give it a chance," Susan said.

"Let's just go," Denise said not wanting to have this discussion again.

They locked up the apartment and headed towards the car. As they walked, Susan said, "Dale is probably going to ask you for a blowjob tonight."

"That's something to look forward to," Denise said sarcastically.

"I just thought I should warn you," Susan said.

"Thanks," Denise said shaking her head. She paused and looked back at her apartment wondering if she wasn't making a great mistake. She decided that she would wait a week or two before calling the moving company to put the boxes in storage.

Dale was waiting for them at the house. He smiled when they undressed upon entering the living room. Handing her a bottle of baby oil, he said, "I'd love for you to give me a hand job now, Susan. Denise, lie down on the floor."

Susan looked at Dale knowing what he was going to do. She wondered how Denise would react and then said, "Okay."

Wondering why he wanted her lying down on the floor, Denise got down on the floor. Dale straddled her hips with his cock facing her head. Looking over at Susan, he said, "Susan, jack me off from behind."

"Hmm, I like doing it that way," Susan said moving into position. After filling her hand with baby oil, she grasped his cock gently and started jacking him off.

Denise was left staring at his cock between her breasts thinking this was the most absurd thing she could ever imagine experiencing. Susan's hand worked over the cock changing rhythm frequently. After a few minutes, it was obvious that he was about to come. It was at that time that Denise realized what was going to happen when he came. She shouted, "Oh no! This is going to be gross!"

It was just a fraction too late. Dale came, squirting his semen over Denise's abdomen and chest. He looked down at her and said, "Rub it in."

Without even thinking to argue, Denise went to work rubbing the semen over her body. Susan and Dale rose from their positions. Susan said, "We were thinking about going swimming before dinner."

"That's a good idea," Dale said. He said, "We're having chicken stuffed with an oyster dressing tonight. I haven't had that in a while."

"Oh, I love that dish," Susan said.

Denise, still rubbing the come over her body, said, "Oyster dressing?"

"It's really good," Susan said.

Dale looked down at Denise and asked, "Well, aren't you going to get up and go swimming?"

"I guess," Denise said realizing what she had been doing. Embarrassed by her actions, she rose up from the floor and said, "Let's get out there."

Susan said, "Do you know what would be better than the pool?"

"What?" Denise asked.

"The whirlpool," Susan answered.

"Then use the whirlpool," Dale said with a shrug of his shoulders. He headed off to the kitchen to start dinner.

Five minutes later, Denise was squirming in the whirlpool. There was a jet of water that was striking her in just the right spot. Susan noticed Denise's apparent unease and said, "It is great, isn't it?"

"It is," Denise said. She wanted to bite her tongue right after the words had escaped her mouth.

"We can only stay in here a ten minutes. Enjoy it while you can," Susan said.

Frowning, Denise asked, "Would you rather sit here?"

"I've got a jet over here that is in the perfect position. I'll probably have an orgasm or two before we get out," Susan said with a smile.

"God, you've turned into a nymphomaniac," Denise said with a shake of her head. The slight movement must have aligned her clit and the jet because it felt like someone had just hit her with a bolt of electricity.

"Go with the flow, girl," Susan said while leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She loved the whirlpool and what it did to her.

A little while later, Denise staggered over to the swimming pool on unsteady legs. It wasn't that the swirling water had released the tensions in her muscles. It was the orgasm in the whirlpool that had snuck up on her and left her weak kneed. She hadn't even thought about the fact that Susan was in the whirlpool with her.

As she left, Susan said to herself, "I was beginning to worry that she was frigid."

Denise jumped in the pool and the sudden change in temperature shocked her out of her absented minded state. She screamed. Getting out of the whirlpool, Susan heard her and said, "Is the water cold?"

"Freezing," Denise said although she knew that wasn't true. It just felt that way after the hot water.

Susan dove in the water and emerged about halfway across the pool. She swam back using a smooth easy freestyle. Denise noticed how easily Susan moved through the water and, when her friend stopped, said, "I didn't know that you were such a good swimmer."

"Dale taught me the proper way to swim," Susan said.

"He did?"

Susan shrugged her shoulders and said, "It is all part of the program."

"Really?" Denise asked.

Nodding her head, Susan said, "Yes, you'll have to learn how to do something physical very well as part of the program. I chose swimming. You can choose swimming, golf, tennis, or some other sport."

"Oh. I didn't realize that," Denise said.

Susan said, "You'll have to pay for lessons if Dale doesn't know enough about the sport you want to learn."

"I think I would like to learn how to golf," Denise said absently. She had always enjoyed going to the little miniature golf course back when she was a young girl. She figured that the real game would be just as fun.

Susan said, "Maybe you can go to the golf course tomorrow for lessons. I know that Dale enjoys golf. He probably spent the whole day on the golf course while we were packing up your apartment."

"I didn't know that," Denise said.

"He loves the game," Susan said while making her way to the edge of the pool. Once she got to the end, she said, "Let me swim a couple of laps now."

"Go ahead," Denise said watching her friend slice through the water. A memory of her and Susan standing around in the shallow end of the public swimming pool resurfaced. A bunch of kids had decided to gang up on the pair of them and splashed them unmercifully while calling them whales. A tear came to her eye as echoes of the shame, embarrassment, and anger washed over her. She turned and left the pool.

Wanting to escape her memories, she wandered back into the house. The smells coming from the kitchen drew her attention. She went in there to find Dale peeling potatoes. She said, "I'll peel those potatoes."

"You can start peeling the parsnips," Dale said gesturing to the small pile of tubers.

"Parsnips?"

"We're having a parsnip potato puree as a side dish. In my opinion, it is much better tasting than plain mashed potatoes," Dale said.

"Oh," Denise said. She got out a knife and started peeling the parsnips. She looked over at him and said, "Do you eat this fancy all of the time?"

"Yes," Dale answered. He looked over at her and said, "Good food is one of life's cheap pleasures."

"There's nothing cheap about food," Denise said.

Dale laughed and replied, "That's true. But it doesn't cost that much to have great food rather than bland food."

"I guess I never thought about it," Denise said. She ate because she had to eat. She hated food even as she gorged herself on it.

Pointing to the spice rack, Dale said, "You can cook a piece of meat with salt and pepper. It'll be okay. On the other hand, you can add a little spice and the meat becomes special. Maybe it will taste like a summer day. Change the spices a little and the flavor will put you in mind of an autumn day. Maybe you feel like a little South of the Border flavor on occasions. Select the right spices and you are in Acapulco."

"Meat tasting like a summer day?" Denise asked with a raised eyebrow.

Dale looked sheepish and answered, "The green herbs always invoke images of summer. A little mint or parsley and I'm thinking summer garden."

"I guess I can see what you mean," Denise said. She had to admit that every dinner she had eaten there so far had been really good.

Dale said, "I like to eat good meals that have flavor."

"You eat oatmeal every morning," Denise said incredulously.

"That's true," Dale replied.

Denise said, "I prefer Farina."

"So make Farina tomorrow. We have some in the pantry," Dale said gesturing to one of the pull-out shelves.

"Do you mean that I've been eating those rolled oats when I didn't have to?" Denise asked. She really hated oatmeal.

"I guess," Dale answered.

Dinner was a huge success. Denise couldn't believe how good the food tasted. The servings weren't huge, but she was definitely filled by the end of the meal. She couldn't believe that he served ice cream at the end. She figured that her minor weight loss had come to an end.

The evening ended with the exercise program and the photograph session. The only bad time was when she gave him a blowjob. She put the lesson given by Susan to good use. It didn't decrease the humiliation that she felt while doing it. At least this time it didn't last long.



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Chapter 6


Day 7 Tuesday

Denise found it difficult to believe that she had actually managed to last an entire week in the program. The exercises had progressed a little in difficulty, but she was managing them without a problem. The meals were great. She was still living in the basement. All in all, things would have been pretty good except for being naked all of the time and the continual demands for sex by Dale.

That morning, Dale had intercourse with her. She had been in the closet on her hands and knees with her ass sticking out through the curtains while he pounded into her from the rear. It was another very humiliating and degrading experience. At least she had used lubricant this time and it wasn't a painful experience.

She looked up from her computer in time to see Karen enter her cubicle. Turning to look at her boss, she asked, "What's up?"

"Just wanted to check on you. You didn't seem yourself last Friday," Karen answered. She was worried since it looked like Denise was beginning to fall behind on her work. The company would have to pay a significant fee if it failed to deliver the contracted documentation on time. It wasn't so much the money or the effort going into it. She could always add another person on the project and get it finished on time. It was just that Denise was normally a very consistent worker and her lousy performance over the past week had been very unusual.

"I'm doing fine," Denise answered in a flat tone of voice.

Karen nodded her head and studied Denise closely. It wasn't until she looked at Denise's wrists that she realized the woman had lost a little weight. She asked, "Have you lost weight?"

"I don't know," Denise answered surprised by the fact that she didn't know. Dale didn't have a weight scale anywhere in the house. She hadn't been counting calories.

"It looks like you dropped a couple of pounds," Karen said. She was concerned that Denise had gone on one of those crazy diets where they drop too much weight too quickly. Earlier that year, they had to take a woman out of the office on a stretcher when she passed out due to low blood sugar.

"I guess," Denise answered.

Wanting to make sure that Denise wouldn't keel over on her, Karen asked, "You aren't on some sort of crazy diet, are you?"

Denise almost choked on hearing the question. There was no way that she was going to describe what she was actually doing in order to lose weight. She could imagine how it would sound if she were to answer that she was sucking a cock rather than snacking on chips. She said, "It is not a crazy diet."

"You're sure," Karen asked.

Denise wasn't sure that what she was doing was sane, but the diet wasn't crazy. There wasn't really a diet. She answered, "I'm sure."

"Okay," Karen said leaving the cubicle. There was something off in how Denise was acting, but she couldn't put a finger on it. She had never really been all that open, but now it seemed like there was some huge secret looming behind her.

Denise worked on the user manual until lunch time. She picked up her bag lunch and headed over to the lunch room. She took her normal place at her usual table and opened the bag. Karen walked past and glanced at the submarine sandwich with more than a little surprise. She paused and asked, "Is that your lunch?"

"Yes," Denise answered.

"That's more than you usually eat," Karen said wondering if the weight loss was actually a symptom of a serious health problem.

"I guess," Denise answered. She had been eating the same kind of lunch every day since joining the program. She thought back to the salads that she used to eat. She picked up the sandwich and said, "I'm not really on a diet. I've just been pretty busy lately."

"Oh," Karen said. She noticed that Denise had a slightly haunted look in her eye. Taking a wild guess, she asked, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Not really," Denise answered focusing on her sandwich.

Her words sounded false. Concerned, Karen went on her way. There wasn't too much that she could do if one of her employees got into an abusive relationship. She'd watch and if things looked like they were getting real bad, she'd mention some of the programs intended for women in abusive relationships. She probably wouldn't even mention it directly, but suggest that someone else talk to her.

Denise discovered a chocolate bar at the bottom of her lunch bag. It wasn't one of the large bars, but a nice little one that would be demolished in two bites. It was the last thing that she had expected to find. She smiled and said, "That Susan. I'm mean to her and then she does something like this."

After lunch, Denise went back to work. She had a list of changes that had to be made to the user manual for the software program. Most of the work was using the program and taking screen shots of the user interface and then filling in a little text around the pictures. She'd worked on the manual for the previous version of the program and the changes were actually pretty minor.

The afternoon passed quickly as she addressed one item at a time. Her mind refused to dwell on her personal life making it easier to concentrate on her work. She worked without taking the two or three breaks that she used to take to visit the vending machine. Before she knew it, she had caught up with the scheduled work and finished her work for the day. It was still a little early, but she decided that she could head home rather than get started on the next section of the manual.

Since she had returned home earlier than usual that evening, she beat Dale and Susan back to the house. It was kind of strange to be alone in the house. After undressing in the basement, she sat on the edge of her bed. She was hunched over with her arms held in front of her body. Despite being undressed, there wasn't much to see of her body by the way she sat.

After a few minutes, she realized that she was staring at the fake closet in the corner. Looking at it, she wondered why Dale insisted on not looking at her during sex. She was walking around naked the rest of time so it couldn't be that he was totally disgusted by her appearance.

His refusal to look at her when depositing his come on or in her really hurt her feelings. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She remembered hearing a guy tell another about how to have sex with an ugly woman. Aloud, she repeated his comment, "Put a flag over her face and fuck her for glory."

It was an extremely nasty comment, but it seemed to her that was exactly what Dale was doing. Getting up, she paced around the basement allowing her anger to build. She wasn't a come receptacle for some arrogant bastard. She didn't deserve to be treated in that callous manner. She came to the decision that she was going to let him know her thoughts on the matter.

Hearing the front door open, she went up the stairs in time to greet Susan. Even before Susan had a chance to undress, Denise asked, "Why doesn't he look at me when he's making me have sex with him?"

Susan looked pained upon hearing the question and answered, "You have to see it to understand it."

"I don't understand," Denise said.

"I'll video tape you giving him a blowjob and then you'll see what he would be looking at," Susan said. She didn't really want to do it now, but she knew that one day such a video would be made. She knew that Denise would be devastated by it.

"I don't want a video tape made of me having sex," Denise said flatly. For all she knew, it would end up on the internet. She wondered if that was how Dale was controlling Susan. A video of her having sex would be a powerful lever to use for keeping her around. Arguing against that was the fact the Susan didn't seem to be resentful or acting like she was there against her will.

"You need to see it in order to understand why he doesn't want to look at you. You need to see it in order to understand what we mean when we say that you're a fat woman," Susan countered.

"I don't care. You're not making a video tape of me," Denise said crossing her arms. It felt a little strange doing that when standing naked.

Understanding fully what Denise was thinking, Susan shook her head and said, "Come into my room. I'd like to show you something."

Denise followed Susan into her bedroom. Susan went over to the computer and a few seconds later a video was playing on the monitor. A much fatter Susan was on her knees giving Dale a blowjob. Dale was wearing a blindfold so that didn't have to look at Susan. Denise watched the video in stunned silence. Although she had seen her friend perform the same or similar acts over the past week, she had not expected what was in that video.

Susan said, "That video was taken when I had been in the program for about ten days."

"You look like... ," Denise started to say. She didn't know how to describe her friend's appearance in the video. Susan looked like a lump of fat. There was this horrible expression on her face. Despite the fact that Dale couldn't see her, she was still covering as much of her body as possible as though completely ashamed of her appearance. Her actions looked mechanical and totally uninspired.

"Pretty ugly isn't it?" Susan asked.

"Yes, it is," Denise answered not realizing that it was the same kind of honest comment that she had been hearing about her sexual performance over the past week.

Susan started up another video. Although Susan had lost a lot of weight, she still looked like a mountain of fat hiding her body in that video. In a way, the woman shown in that video looked even worse than the woman in the first video. The expression on the face was one of loathing and disgust. Her posture, if possible, was even worse. Susan said, "That was me after being in the program for about six months."

"You look like I feel," Denise said staring at the video. She couldn't understand why Susan even kept it around. She would have deleted it after seeing it for the first time.

"This was taken ten days after that last video," Susan said starting another video to play. The woman portrayed in the video looked completely different. She was sitting up straight with her body clearly on display. Even though she was still overweight, it wasn't as noticeable. There was an expression of enjoyment on her face. Her actions were lively and interested.

"It is like it isn't the same person," Denise said struck by the contrast between it and the previous two videos. In the last video, Susan had looked sexy. The nearly imperceptible difference in weight didn't explain the contrast between the two videos.

"Those last two are before and after videos. In the first one I was a fat woman. In the second one I wasn't," Susan said. She shook her head and said, "I can understand why he didn't want to look at me when I was a fat woman."

"Are you saying that I look like that?" Denise said.

"I'll make a video tonight and you'll see what you look like," Susan said. She had to admit that Denise looked even worse during sex than she had during her early days in the program.

"Maybe," Denise said. After seeing the videos, she was curious what she looked like.

"I hated being a fat woman," Susan said with anger in her voice. She wondered how she had managed to live like that. She started the second video and watched it shaking her head. After it was over, she said, "I hate the person that I was at that time. I never want to be that person again."

"You like yourself more now?" Denise asked. She wondered if being a slut was a better deal than being fat.

"Definitely," Susan answered.

An hour later, Denise was on her knees sucking Dale's cock while Susan videoed the action. Dale was wearing a blindfold and leaning against the back of a chair. Denise practiced what she had learned from Susan to end the blowjob as quickly as possible. At least this time he didn't act like someone was taking sandpaper to his cock.

Dinner that night was lemon chicken, steamed asparagus, and boiled carrots. It was a very good meal and quite filling. After dinner she and Susan washed the dishes. That was followed by the exercise program, a short time in the sauna, and a longer time in the pool. There was one minor variation; Dale had given her a sports bra to wear while jogging. She appreciated the support for her rather substantial breasts.

She was doing a simple breast stroke in the shallow end of the pool when Susan finished her laps. Denise said, "I just realized that it was Tuesday night."

"So what?" Susan asked.

"One of my favorite shows is on tonight. I guess I missed it," Denise said.

"I used to spend almost every evening watching television. I'd curl up on my couch and watch some lame comedy show and munch on cookies or chips," Susan said. Since starting the program, she had almost completely given up television. The only exception was the occasional evening when Dale ordered an on-demand movie. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Now it seems like I'm too busy to watch television."

"I guess we are a little busier," Denise said. She had spent the entire evening moving around the house doing housework, exercises, and other activities. Somehow the time seemed to fly.

"Tomorrow night we'll go shopping for groceries. That will take most of the evening," Susan said. Her shopping habits had changed significantly since moving in with Dale. Before beginning the program, she visited the store quite frequently getting just enough for the next day or two. Rather than spending most of her time around the processed foods, she spent most of her time going through the fresh foods. Dale did not like canned food. It didn't matter it if was canned tuna, soup, or vegetables.

"Oh," Denise said. It struck her that no one had gone shopping since she had moved into the house. She asked, "How often do you shop?"

"Every other week except for perishable items like milk and vegetables," Susan answered. She knew that spending more than an hour in the grocery store would surprise Denise.

"I used to stop at the store almost every night on my way home from work," Denise said.

"We used to keep empty refrigerators to avoid eating," Susan said. Of course, the pantries were full of cookies, chips, and other snacks.

"Yeah," Denise said. Even though they were talking about going shopping the next day, Dale's refrigerator still held more than hers ever had.

Susan said, "I'm hungry. What about you?"

"I guess," Denise said.

"Come on and let's get a snack," Susan said brightly.

With visions of cookies, candies, chips, or cake in mind, Denise said, "Okay."

"Dale showed me this great recipe for broiled grapefruit," Susan said leading the way over to the towels.

"Broiled grapefruit?" Denise asked. She remembered going on a grapefruit diet in which she ate six grapefruits a day. The diet had worked for about a week and that was all she could stand. It was years before she could eat a grapefruit after that diet.

"Yes. You cut a grapefruit in half and section it. Then you sprinkle a little brown sugar on it. You pop it into the broiler for a couple of minutes. It is really good. I usually put a cherry on top," Susan said.

"It sounds fattening," Denise said wondering how Dale would react if he were to see her eating something like that.

"Not really. Half a grapefruit and less than two teaspoons of sugar won't kill you," Susan said shrugging her shoulders.

"I guess," Denise said. She couldn't help feeling a little guilty about eating a snack. It seemed to her like she was breaking some unwritten rule.

Denise followed Susan into the house. As they walked along, she noticed some subtle changes demonstrated by Susan. For one thing, she moved in a very feminine manner when walking. She walked by putting one foot in front of the other exaggerating the movement of her hips. She stood up straight and kept her shoulders back. There was a sense of pride in her appearance and in the way she presented herself.

She looked down at her feet and noticed that she was waddling along like a duck. Where Susan was graceful, she moved like a clumsy ox. Where Susan stood up straight, she was hunched over. Denise wondered when her friend had changed how she moved.

They had just finished eating the grapefruit when Dale walked into the dining room. Noticing the bowls with the remains of grapefruit in them, Dale commented, "I was feeling a little hungry myself."

"What do you want?" Susan asked with a smile.

"Oh, I was thinking of a little pussy pie," Dale said with a grin. He gestured to the table.

He didn't have to ask twice. Susan climbed up on the table with her legs hanging off the edge. Spreading herself, she presented Dale easy access to her most private area. Dale sat down on the chair and started licking. Grinning, he looked up and said, "That tastes better than honey."

"You're invited to dine at the Y any time you want," Susan said with a giggle.

Denise sat there for a full minute staring at the scene. She hadn't noticed Dale spend much time making sure that Susan was satisfied as Susan spent satisfying him. Watching him work over Susan, Denise was pretty sure that a woman would have to be paralyzed below the waist not to enjoy that kind of treatment. The guy's tongue was actually vibrating as he touched it to Susan's clitoris. Susan lifted off the table as an orgasm slammed into her. Her shouts of pleasure echoed through the small room.

Feeling very uncomfortable watching them, Denise slipped out of the room and headed towards the basement. It was late, but not late enough to go to bed. Feeling a little ill at ease, she wandered over to the treadmill. Looking down at the readout, she noticed that she had run over two hundred yards that evening. Stunned, she stared at it wondering how such an important milestone had gone without remark.

She looked down at her body wondering if she had really lost weight. Her boss had commented that she looked a little thinner, but she didn't feel any thinner. Looking down at her body, she just saw rolls of ugly fat. Shaking her head, she decided that her boss was imagining things.

She wandered back to her bed. On the floor next to it was the budget planning book that Dale had set up for her. She opened it and studied the budget they had designed over the weekend. Her finances would be tight this month, but that would be offset by the savings of living in the house over the next month. She had questioned the need for setting up such a strict budget, but Dale had explained how it cost money to buy a house with a white picket fence. The financial discipline gained now would pay tremendous dividends in the future.

Denise made a pretty good salary as a technical writer. She didn't have the years of experience to make the big dollars, but her salary was well above the national average. Looking over the figures in the book, she wondered why her savings account didn't have a higher balance.

When they had mapped out her expenditures over the month, there was almost six hundred dollars a month that was unaccounted for. Dale suggested that she had spent the entire six hundred dollars on snacks, soft drinks, and fast food. It was twenty dollars a day. She sat back in her chair thinking about the frequent trips to the vending machine at work, her lunch in the cafeteria at work, the coffee and donuts on the way to work, and the chips, cookies, and ice cream from the convenience store. It was easy to see where that would add up to twenty dollars a day.

She realized that she hadn't spent any money over the past week. There had been no stops at the donut store, there hadn't been any trips to the vending machine, and she had carried her lunch to work with her every day. She went to her purse and opened it. Riffling through her wallet, she found that there were three twenties and some ones crammed in it.

The financial advantages of being in the program were obvious based on the figures in the book. Even paying two hundred a week for room and board, she was going to be saving a lot of money over the next sixteen months. She'd pay off her credit cards and get close to twenty thousand in the bank. Dale had warned her that she would have to spend a bit of money on clothes and other personal items.

He had budgeted five hundred dollars a month for clothes and incidentals. She was half tempted to run out and buy some new clothes, but he cautioned her against it. Even Susan had laughed at the suggestion that she needed new clothes at the moment. Thinking about it, she knew that the clothes she had still fit. She could lose ten pounds before her clothes would even start to look baggy.

The budget also included three hundred dollars a month for golfing lessons. The time spent at the driving range had been fun. She had gone through a small bucket of balls and, much to her surprise, she had managed to hit a few of them a pretty good distance. Dale had told her not to worry about distance or curve. She was to concentrate on her grip and her swing. With a little work, she would get the basic skill down and then become a better golfer. It would take years to learn the kind of control that serious golfers possessed.

Denise had really enjoyed golfing. As much as she detested Dale's continual demand for sex, she had to admit that he was very good when helping her learn something. He had been patient with her mistakes and took his time explaining things that she didn't understand. His attention on her had been intense. The only time he was a jerk was during sex.

There wasn't a stereo in the room or she would have turned it on. She could hear the noises as Susan and Dale participated in their mutual pleasures. The basement ceiling didn't filter the sounds of the moans, groans, and grunts. It took her a few minutes to realize that her bed was right under the dining room table.

It wasn't until just before it was time to go to bed that night when Susan showed up at the door to the basement. She called down, "Denise, I want to show you something."

"Okay," Denise said walking over the stairs. She followed Susan to her bedroom.

Susan loaded the video into the computer. She paused with the mouse hovering above the play button fearing to click it. Finally, she said, "You need to see this."

"What is it?" Denise asked despite having a good idea what the video would show.

Susan didn't answer. She pressed the mouse over the play arrow. She stepped back and held a hand over her mouth so that Denise wouldn't be able to see her reaction. Having shot the video, she was already familiar with what the camera had captured. Rather than watch the video, she watched Denise trying to gauge her mood.

Feeling sick to her stomach, Denise watched herself give Dale a blowjob. Even though she was naked, her shoulders were hunched forward as if to hide her breasts. Her thighs were held so tight together that dynamite couldn't have parted them. The hand that wasn't on his cock was covering her lower region. The expression on her face conveyed the disgust, anger, humiliation, and degradation that she was feeling. Very little of her face was actually visible since her hair covered a good percentage of it. All in all, she looked like a quivering mountain of fat.

Susan was grimacing as she watched the video play out. Denise finally broke the silence and said, "Is that really me?"

"Yes," Susan answered. She didn't want to say how disgusted she felt watching it. For the first time in their relationship, she was embarrassed by her friend.

"I don't know what to say," Denise said staring as the video replayed.

Susan said, "I think that if Dale were to look at you, that he'd lose all interest in sex for a month."

"I guess," Denise said. While Susan had been filming her, she had felt that every part of her body had been on display. Looking at the video, she was shocked at how much of her body she had managed to cover despite being naked. Barely able to believe her eyes, she said, "I look like a mountain of jello."

"Jello jiggles more than that," Susan said absently.

"You're right," Denise said.

Shaking her head, Susan said, "I'll feel sorry for Dale when I've finished the program."

"You'll feel sorry for him? What about me?" Denise said.

"I feel sorry for you already," Susan replied. For years they had been comrades in arms. It had been the pair of fat women against the rest of the world. Now, Denise was all alone. She added, "Dale has a high sex drive. It pains me to think that you'll be the only thing he has available to relieve it."

"Thanks," Denise said.

Unable to watch the video for a moment longer, Susan put on the video of her performance. Despite the fact that she was overweight, the woman in that video was sexy. There was a confidence in her body that wasn't present in the previous video. There was an interest in what she was doing. There was enjoyment. She said, "I was still overweight at that time. I just wasn't a fat woman."

"I guess," Denise said with a frown.

Later that night, Denise woke from a sound sleep and looked around. She had no idea what had awakened her. She returned to an uneasy sleep haunted by nightmares. In one of them, she was trapped in a room surrounded by versions of herself from various points in her life. An eight- year old stood looking at her. In a sad voice, she said, "I don't think that man is going to want to play with you anymore."

"Gross. That really sucked," said the thirteen year old.

The fifteen year old flipped her hair and said, "No wonder I can't get a boyfriend if that's the way you act."

The sixteen year old said, "I'm sweet sixteen and, based on your performance tonight, I'll never be kissed."

"That performance was about as much fun to watch as projectile vomiting," the eighteen year old said.

"Hopeless. I'm going to be an old maid," the twenty year old said.

The twenty-one year old said, "I need a drink."

The group all stood around her shouting, "Fatso!"

Denise shouted, "I know I'm a fat woman."

The six year old version of herself stood there with tears in her eyes. In a soft voice, she said, "You don't have to be a fat woman."

Denise woke with tears trickling down her cheeks.



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Chapter 7


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."



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Chapter 8


Day 45 Saturday

After a month and a half in the program the effects of her changed lifestyle were really beginning to show. She was up to forty-five repetitions of each exercise in her exercise program performed in sets of nine repetitions each. The jogging section of the exercise program had been changed to alternating between running on the treadmill and riding the stationary bicycle. She was tired by the end of each evening, but awoke in the morning without the kind of stiffness that she expected. The slow and gradual increase in exercises coupled with the drop in weight seemed to be working.

Having lost ten pounds, her clothes looked large and loose on her. It was time to upgrade her wardrobe and the plans for the day included a shopping trip with Susan. This was the first morning in over two weeks that she actually woke up looking forward to the day. Somehow, having lost all of that weight had made the sex seem worthwhile.

Leaving her bed in the basement, Denise walked to the kitchen pausing to watch Susan and Dale have sex on the table. She watched Susan wondering how she could enjoy it so much. She hated every minute of the time spent satisfying Dale's sexual urges. It boggled her mind how often the guy wanted to have sex. Watching them reminded her of how her ass felt after the activities of the previous evening.

She made breakfast while the couple finished their activities in the dining room. As much as she hated it, she made oatmeal that morning having gotten tired of Farina all of the time. After filling three large bowls, she carried them out to the dining room. Dale and Susan were both flushed from their activities. Used to the scene, she didn't even notice.

The three ate their meals in silence. Once they were finished, Denise cleared the table and did the breakfast dishes while Susan and Dale talked. She could hear every word they said. Dale started the discussion when he commented, "She's accepted her role as a fat whore fairly well."

"Don't say that," Susan replied knowing that it was true. Denise would do anything that Dale asked.

"She's progressed much faster than you did. It is time for the next stage in her development," Dale said. The words sent a wave of dread through Denise. She nearly dropped the bowl that she was washing.

"Don't push her too fast," Susan said.

"Tonight," Dale said.

Susan shook her head and replied, "Not tonight. She's buying a new outfit. Wait until tomorrow."

Denise held her breath wondering what Dale would say. It seemed to her that a full minute passed before he replied, "Okay. You'll owe me one."

"I look forward to paying it," Susan replied with a laugh. There was an edge of nervousness to the laugh that Denise found a little unsettling.

Denise washed the dishes wondering what the next stage of development entailed. She was already his fat whore. She decided that it was probably time for him to share her with other men. She shrugged her shoulders thinking that he was finally going to start selling her ass on the street. Rather than worry about it, she decided to concentrate on enjoying the upcoming shopping excursion. It seemed to her that it had been years since she had gone shopping to find smaller clothes. This was exciting enough that any ominous words were not going to upset her.

Susan came in the kitchen and said, "I see that you're almost done with the dishes."

"Yes," Denise said dunking the pot into the hot water.

"Good. We'll spend a little time this morning getting ready and head out to the mall to be there when the stores open," Susan said. She fully expected to spend a good six or seven hours shopping.

"Great," Denise replied. She figured that they would get done in an hour or two and be home in time for lunch.

"I need to pick up an outfit or two for myself," Susan said. She had dropped another pound since Denise had moved in and was now within three pounds of her final goal. At this stage of weight loss, the fat was getting converted to muscle. She was starting to have a nice hard body with just enough padding to be soft.

"What do you need?" Denise asked.

"I'm going to get some clothes for work. I'm almost at my target weight and I should get some better clothes that will last a while," Susan answered. She could continue to wear some of her oversized clothes when running errands and didn't really need clothes around the house.

"You're finishing the program in two and a half months," Denise said while rinsing out the pot she had been washing. Not for the first time she wondered how she had ended up being the maid and the sex servant.

"I know," Susan said. She wondered how Denise would survive once she moved out of the house. It was going to be tough on her friend. She thought, 'Maybe Dale is right about moving ahead to the next stage now."

Setting the pot on the rack to dry, she said, "That's it for the kitchen."

"Let's get dressed and head out," Susan said cheerfully.

Squeezed between rows of clothes, Susan looked at the outfit and said, "That's too large. You need to get something that fits a little tighter. You'll probably lose another five or six pounds over the next month."

"Right," Denise said although she didn't really believe it. She still was trying to figure out how she had lost weight over the past month and a half. Of course, she hadn't eaten an entire bag of cookies in one night recently.

"Trust me," Susan said with a smile.

"I know. It is just that I can't believe that I'm losing weight. I don't feel like I'm on a diet," Denise said.

"You aren't on a diet," Susan said. It had taken her months to understand that simple point. She had changed her eating habits such that she was favoring nutritious food rather than fattening food. She had increased her metabolism by exercising rather than just sitting around the house all day.

"How else do you lose weight without dieting?" Denise challenged.

"All you've done is changed the food that you're eating. You're eating the same amount of food as before. You've also changed your eating habits from snacking all of the time to eating real meals," Susan replied.

"I know, but I don't understand how come it is working. If it was this easy, why are there all those different kinds of diets?"

Susan shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Most people don't have Dale enforcing a proper diet until it becomes a habit."

"Is that what he's doing?" Denise asked skeptically. As far as she was concerned, all he was doing in exchange for sex was spending an hour every night on her exercise program.

"Yes. That's what he is doing," Susan answered.

"He doesn't seem to work very hard considering all that I'm doing for him," Denise said giving voice to her frustration.

"All that you're doing for him," Susan said in a manner that almost turned it into a question.

"Yes. You know all of the time I spend on my knees with a blanket over my head," Denise said not wanting to say anything too direct in the middle of the store.

Rather than argue, Susan glanced over at the clothes rack and pulled out a dress. Handing it to Denise, she said, "Try this one on."

"Okay," Denise said feeling frustrated by the change in subject. She had accepted that she was his whore, but that didn't mean she didn't want to gripe about it on occasion.

She went into the changing room and put on the dress. It was a little snug, but it looked good. She stepped out of the dressing room and asked, "How's this?"

"Perfect. In a week it will fit like it was made for you," Susan said. During the second through seventh month of the program, she had dropped weight very quickly. It seemed to her that she had to buy new outfits almost monthly. Denise had more weight to drop and would probably lose the initial thirty pounds or so at a much faster rate.

"A week?" Denise asked skeptically.

"We'll stop at a scale here in the store and you can see how much weight you've lost," Susan said.

Denise said, "I've got to lose almost fifty pounds. It'll take me years to achieve that."

"You'll be done in fourteen months," Susan said.

Denise snorted and said, "The most weight I've ever lost on a diet was eleven pounds. I always gained back three pounds more than I lost."

"You forget who you're talking to. I've been through all of that with you," Susan said.

Denise stared at Susan for a second and said, "It is hard to remember that considering the way that you look now."

"You'll look and feel like me before you know it," Susan said.

"I don't think so," Denise said. She turned to look in the mirror. The dress was smaller than anything she had worn in years, but the image that reflected back at her was that of a fat woman. Frowning, she said, "Maybe I ought to get something more appropriate for a whore. This is a little too classy for me."

"That outfit is great," Susan said.

Shrugging her shoulders, Denise said, "Dale won't see it anyway. You and he are the only ones that know I'm a whore."

"Let's see if we can find another dress. You've got to have at least six outfits for work," Susan said changing the subject again.

They searched the racks for another outfit. Denise picked up something that looked a lot like a tent. She asked, "How about this?"

"Don't be silly," Susan said after a single glance at the outfit. She pointed to another rack and said, "Those outfits have a business casual look to them. Let's see if we can find something over there for you."

"Okay," Denise said. As she turned, she caught a glimpse of herself out of the corner of her eye. The minor difference in dress and weight surprised her. She turned and looked back in the mirror. The image didn't seem quite so fat to her this time.

"Are you coming?" Susan asked when she realized that Denise hadn't followed her.

"Yes," Denise answered turning away from the mirror. It felt a little strange looking in the mirror and not detesting the image that was reflected back at her. She frowned and went over to where Susan was searching through the clothes for an outfit.

"The prices aren't bad," Susan said glancing down at one of the tags.

"I guess," Denise said.

It took about three hours, but Denise walked away from that store with four new outfits. She was convinced that she had tried on every style they had in her size. She still needed at least two outfits. Susan said, "We can come shopping again next weekend and get you a couple of more outfits. I still need to find something."

"Sounds like a plan," Denise said thinking that it would be nice to go shopping two weekends in a row.

Denise followed Susan to another section of the store. Susan stopped at one point and said, "The day that I realized I had to buy my clothes over here was one of the happiest days of my life. It was the first time as an adult that I ever walked into the section with regular sized clothes."

"Oh," Denise said wondering what that had felt like. She had always referred to the section of the department stores carrying the large sizes as the whale fashion boutique. She hated the term, but it always came unbidden to mind.

"That was about six months ago," Susan said looking around at the dresses on display. She had worked down through the dress sizes. It seemed to her that with each reduction in dress size, the clothes got more attractive.

"There sure is a lot more variety here," Denise said looking around. Most stored carried thirty or forty outfits in her size. It looked like there were hundreds of different outfits to choose from in this part of the store.

"I know what you mean. Help me find a nice outfit for work," Susan said.

After searching through the racks for about thirty minutes, Denise said, "We're going to miss lunch."

"No. There's a nice little restaurant here in the mall where we can eat a nice meal. Are you hungry?" Susan asked. Talking about eating had reminded her that she was feeling a little hungry. She glanced at her watch and realized that it was a lot later than she had thought.

"A little," Denise answered.

"Let's get something to eat and come back here," Susan said grabbing Denise by the arm and leading her out of the store. There was a little restaurant that she visited whenever she came to the mall. Donna had introduced her to it.

"Okay," Denise said frowning. She wondered what Dale would say if he knew they were eating out. She felt a little guilty about eating away from the house like that.

Susan led her to a seldom visited hall of the mall. As they walked, she said, "One of Dale's former program members owns this place. She serves really good food."

"Owning a restaurant probably blew her weight loss to hell," Denise commented. She didn't believe for a minute that this weight loss was going to be permanent. Diets worked, but it was when you ended the diet that you ended up fatter than when you started.

Susan laughed and said, "She owns it. She doesn't eat it."

"It must be awful tempting to be around food all day," Denise said.

"You can talk to Carol about that. She's a nice woman," Susan said.

It was well after the main lunch rush by the time the pair of women entered the restaurant. It had a nice feminine feel to it. Susan stopped and said, "I can't believe it. You're pregnant!"

The hostess turned to look at Susan and smiled. Putting a hand on her belly, Carol said, "This little fellow blew my figure away, but I'll be getting it back in a couple of months."

"Congratulations," Susan said.

Carol looked over at Denise and frowned. She said, "I take it your friend has just started the program with Dale."

"This is my friend Denise. She's been in it for a month and a half," Susan answered.

Turning to address Denise directly, Carol said, "I know exactly what you are going through, but it does get better."

"I find that hard to believe," Denise said recognizing the woman from her pictures. Despite being pregnant, the woman still looked very good.

"Believe me, dear; it will get much better. I used to be a blimp, but I slimmed down to where I looked like a model. I now own this restaurant, I'm married to a wonderful man, and I'm expecting my first child," Carol said with a satisfied smile. She placed both hands over her belly and said, "I've achieved all of the goals I set in the program. Every morning I thank Dale for all that he did for me."

"Did you..."

"Of course. That's the agreement you have to make to be in the program," Carol answered cutting off the question. It was the one thing that every new participant in the program asked.

"It sucks," Denise said.

Carol laughed and said, "It would be more accurate to say that the participants have to suck."

"That's bad," Susan said with a laugh.

Denise shook her head wondering how Carol and Susan were able to laugh about it. She would never be able to laugh away the humiliation of being a whore. Carol noticed the expression on Denise's face and said, "One day you will understand and your attitude towards Dale will change. It is all part of the process of redefining yourself."

"I don't see what it has to do with losing weight," Denise said.

Carol frowned at hearing that and said, "You don't understand. The program isn't about losing weight. It is about redefining yourself. Losing weight is just one benefit of the program."

"So how am I being redefined?" Denise asked.

Carol looked around and then gestured to one of the waitresses. The woman came over and Carol said, "I'm joining some friends at table 12. Watch the front."

"Yes, Carol," the waitress answered.

Carol said, "Let's talk about this over at my special table. It is set a little further apart from the others in the room. We'll be able to talk without people overhearing us."

"Sure," Denise said. She didn't think that Carol would be able to tell her anything that she didn't already know about the program. Dale programmed women into being whores. She mentally corrected herself thinking, 'Dale brainwashes women into enjoying being sluts.' Carol was just another example of Dale's success.

Carol led them to a corner table and said, "Wait here while I put your order in."

"Great," Susan said. Once Carol had left, she leaned over to Denise and said, "You'll like Carol. She's a really nice woman."

"She's another of Dale's victims," Denise said. It bothered her that she hadn't worked up enough nerve to leave. She knew that she was going to end up a slut just like Susan, but she couldn't walk away.

"If you really feel that way, then leave," Susan said.

"I'm very tempted to leave," Denise said.

Carol returned to the table and said, "I ordered a couple of salads with grilled chicken. They will be here soon."

"Sounds great," Susan said.

"Yeah, fine," Denise said.

Turning to Denise, Carol asked, "What goals did you set?"

"Lose weight, get married, get a house, and have kids," Denise answered.

Carol nodded her head and said, "That sounds too familiar to me. I had the same goals."

"So you're saying that you got all of that by losing weight," Denise said.

"No. I got all of that by redefining myself as a woman who could get all of that," Carol answered.

"You and Susan keep talking about getting redefined as a person. I don't see it. How am I being redefined?" Denise asked. She didn't think that getting turned into a fat whore was creating the perfect housewife.

"Your image of yourself is inconsistent with your goals. Dale is helping to sculpt you into a person that can achieve those goals," Carol answered.

"I still don't get it," Denise said. She looked over at Susan and asked, "So how is getting turned into a whore or a slut sculpting me into being the perfect housewife?"

Carol glanced over at Susan and said, "Lazy fat ugly women don't get dependable husbands and houses with white picket fences. They might get married for a while, but they end up divorced and living in a trailer with a couple of ill behaved kids."

"You sound like you speak from experience," Denise said with a frown.

Carol said, "That's what happened to my mother."

"Oh," Denise said.

Carol looked around the restaurant with pride and said, "I haven't done too badly for a person who was once a fat woman from a trailer park."

"So are you now a slut who once lived in a trailer park?" Denise asked. She noticed the horrified expression on Carol's face and quickly added, "Don't get me wrong. I think being a slut is a lot better than being a whore."

Carol said, "God, I remember when I was just like you."

"Just like me?" Denise asked.

Nodding her head, Carol answered, "Yes. I was just like you. I was convinced that I was a whore and that Dale was amusing himself by making fat women dance to his tune. I thought all of the women who had gone in the program before me were women of low moral character. I thought of them as sluts and whores. I was convinced that I was his whore."

"I've heard that story before," Denise said.

"Maybe if you hear it from enough of us, you'll actually believe that we aren't whores or sluts, but women who have been liberated sexually," Carol said.

"Really?"

Susan said, "It is true. I love sex, but I'm not free with it."

"So you say," Denise said.

Carol said, "I've had sex with four people since I started the program — Dale, the woman who went through the program before me, the woman who started the program after me, and my husband. I do not think that makes me a slut."

"I've had sex with three people since I started the program. You know about all three of them," Susan said. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm not a slut even though I don't argue with you when you call me one."

"Oh," Denise said.

Carol said, "Even though I'm pregnant, my husband has had very fulfilling sex several times a day. He's very satisfied with his sex life. Not many husbands can make that claim."

"Chuck is very happy with me," Susan said, "and he knows that he'll have a very rewarding sex life with me. Dale is right; Chuck would be a fool not to marry me."

"This program isn't supposed to be about sex! It is about losing weight," Denise said.

"That's where you are wrong," Carol said hitting the table with her fist. She said, "It is about redefining yourself. I was just like you. I was overweight and that is how I defined who I was. I was a fat woman. Sure, I lost weight, but that wasn't the real result of the program. I gained discipline, self-respect, determination, ambition, and my sexuality. I had none of that before the program."

"Listen to her, Denise," Susan said, "I stopped defining myself as a fat woman and became a real person. You won't see it until you stop seeing yourself as a fat woman. You haven't reached that point yet."

"You lack discipline, self-respect, determination, and ambition. You're sexuality is so tied up in seeing yourself as a fat woman that you can't see yourself as a sexual being. You think that men aren't interested in your body so you turn down your sex drive to where the pilot light is about to go out," Carol said.

Susan added, "Every time Dale sticks his cock in you, he's letting you know that there is something of interest there."

"Is he still making fat women cover their faces so that he doesn't have to look at them?" Carol asked.

"Yes," Denise answered.

Carol said, "It took me a long time to realize that he covered my face because he was interested in the woman inside me and not the fat woman persona that I projected."

"I never thought about it like that," Susan said. Having seen the video tape of herself, she realized that was the crux of the matter.

Denise asked, "So, if he's so interested in us as women rather than fat women, why does he make us wear his come?"

"Maybe he's making a point that you need to start thinking more like a woman than a fat woman," Carol answered.

"Sorry. I don't buy it," Denise said.

Carol looked up and said, "Our salads are here. Bon Appetite."



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Chapter 9


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.



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Chapter 10


Day 59 Sunday

Denise woke to hear Dale say, "Get down on the floor."

"No," Denise answered in a sleepy voice. She rolled over trying to return to sleep, but the noises that Susan and Dale were making drove off all chance of sleep. Susan's screams of pleasure drove Denise to look over and see what was happening. Dale was positioned between Susan's legs having oral sex with her. Denise released her frustration in one long scream.

The scream appeared to have no effect on Susan or Dale. Dale continued his attentions to Susan's clit and Susan continued to enjoy his attentions. Denise stormed from the basement wanting to get away from them.

The past twelve days had been miserable. Five times a day, Dale would ask her to get on the floor and when she refused then the two of them would have sex in front of her. There was no other interaction with them except each evening when Dale took a picture of her. She ate her meals alone in the basement. No one said goodbye when she went to work and no one greeted her when she returned.

Going to work was not the refuge that she had hoped it would be. Her irritability drove everyone at work away. Her coworkers did their best to avoid being around her. Her fingers were fat and slow. It was an effort to get the words from her brain into the computer. For the first time in two years, an entire chapter had been rejected by the proof reader. It only made her less pleasant to be around and people avoided her even more.

Denise had discovered a horrible truth — being ignored was far worse than being alone. She had read about shunning as a form of punishment, but had never understood what was so horrible about it. Now she knew. Alone you could keep up the pretense that your existence mattered somehow, but when people ignored you they were denying your existence.

Looking at the clock, Denise saw that it was only six in the morning. She groaned and decided that she would have something to eat. Out of habit, she made a pot of Farina. Deciding that Susan and Dale could fend for themselves, she only made a single serving. When it was finished cooking, she poured it into a bowl and took it outside by the patio to eat. The morning air was cool and her nipples hardened in response. The seat was cold on her bare skin. Moving like a robot, she shoveled one spoonful after another of the hot cereal into her mouth.

She finished eating and sat in the chair staring at the calm surface of the pool. There wasn't the slightest hint of a breeze and the water was perfectly still. Looking at the water helped calm her thoughts. It took a half an hour for her to relax and sit back in her chair.

She considered her situation. It was obvious that Dale felt that she had to do this thing. Susan had to believe it as well or else she would not have supported him. She took a deep breath and said, "You win Dale. I'll do it."

She stared some more at the water and then added, "But you're going to know that I don't want to do it."

Dense returned to the house carrying her empty bowl and spoon to the kitchen. Someone had washed the pot she had used to make her breakfast. She glanced over at the clock and realized that she had been sitting by the pool for over two hours. She washed her dishes and then went to look for Dale and Susan to let them know her decision. Much to her surprise, she discovered that they were not in the house.

With nothing better to do, she returned to her bed in the basement to catch up on her sleep. The early morning and late night visits had eaten into her sleep time. This was her chance to recover. She fell asleep almost immediately.

Denise woke when Dale said, "Get down on the floor."

She slowly rose from bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She stared blankly at him for several seconds. She stretched and rolled her head. Finally, she said, "Okay."

Ignoring her answer, he turned to Susan and said, "I'd like a blowjob."

"With pleasure," Susan replied getting to her knees.

"Did you hear me? I said I would do it," Denise said.

"Sorry. You took too long to answer," Dale said. He leaned his head back when Susan slipped his cock into her mouth.

Denise stared at Dale in shock. She had just agreed to what he had wanted and he had rejected her acquiescence because she was too slow. She felt that the situation was getting even more absurd by the minute. She stared at Susan who was giving Dale a very noisy blowjob. The slurping sounds drove into her brain like nails. Confused, she said, "I said I would do it."

Susan eased off of Dale's cock and said, "Oh, I want you to come all over my tits. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Dale said in a long drawn out moan.

Susan jacked his cock and said, "Come on all over my tits. Cover them with your come."

"Oh, yes," Dale groaned. He pumped his hips as his ejaculate sprayed forth. Susan aimed his cock at her chest.

"That's it. Cover me just like that," Susan purred.

Denise stared at the couple trying to figure out what was happening. There was no way that Susan should have been experiencing so much pleasure from having a guy spray all over her chest like that. She wondered if she was having a nightmare.

"That was great," Dale said.

Rubbing his come over her chest, Susan said, "I wanted that."

"What is going on?" Denise asked.

Without saying a word, Dale and Susan both left the basement. She stared at the stairs and said, "I said that I would do it."

There was no answer. Frustrated, she said, "Come on. Talk to me. Say something."

Although Dale wasn't there, the words that he had uttered echoed in her mind. "Sorry. You took too long to answer."

She thought back to the discussion of that horrible evening when the shunning had begun. He had complained that she always delayed that little bit in protest. She realized that he wasn't going to accept that any longer. She was going to have to answer immediately or else suffer the consequences. She sighed and said, "I'll be on the floor next time you come looking for me."

Three hours later, Denise was lying on the floor of the living room waiting for Dale to make his demand. She felt that another hour of being ignored and she would go crazy. When Dale and Susan came in the room, she didn't even wait for Dale to say anything. She said, "Come on Susan. We both know what he wants."

A weak smile flashed across Susan's face as she moved into position. Denise looked up at the cunt hovering above her eyes and thought, 'This is so sick.'

Dale's words interrupted her thoughts, "Suck on my cock and then guide me into her."

"Yes, Dale," Denise answered as she reached for his cock. She slipped it into her mouth. His balls rested on her forehead. She couldn't help but think, 'This is just too perverted.'

When his cock had hardened in her mouth, she reached up spread Susan's lips with one hand and guided his cock into it with the other hand. She watched as his cock slid in and out of Susan. She had to admit that it was kind of strange how Susan's cunt seemed reluctant to give up his cock when he withdrew for the next thrust into her. She thought, 'It's like she's telling him that it isn't time to leave yet.'

She watched his balls swing in time with his cock strokes. She watched his cock piston in and out of Susan. She watched Susan's cunt grasping at the cock. Lying underneath the two of them she wasn't sure what she thought of it all. She was surprised when his balls tightened up against his body and his thrusts became jagged. It took her a second to realize that he was coming. It seemed to go on forever. That shouldn't have surprised her considering how many times he had come in her mouth, but it did.

Dale withdrew from Susan. His cock dropped out and bounced off Denise's nose. He said, "Suck it out of her."

"Yes, Dale," Denise answered. She summoned up every bit of will that she had and put her mouth to Susan's cunt. She extended her tongue and licked. Susan bucked and a gob of come slid out of her. Denise caught it before it dropped off. The taste was different than when Dale came in her mouth. She swallowed it with great difficulty.

After several more little gobs of cum had dribbled out, Dale said, "You two probably should have a long talk. Why don't you get dressed and go out and have a banana split."

Surprised, Denise said, "Okay, Dale."

"I'll leave you two alone now," Dale said. He rose from the floor and left the room.

Susan climbed off of Denise and looked at her with a worried expression. She was expecting the tears to start flowing any second. Biting her lower lip, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Denise answered while sitting up. She looked across the room and then added, "It was every bit as bad as I thought it would be and nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. I can't explain it."

"He's going to want to do that again today," Susan said.

"I know," Denise replied wondering how she felt about that. She suspected that she'd be doing it for most of the week. She sighed and said, "I don't know how I feel about that."

"The first time I was in your position, it hit me as hard as when you first had anal sex," Susan said. She was silent for a moment and then added, "I was doing okay until it came time to eat the come from Donna. I really lost it about that time."

"Oh," Denise said. She could understand that. Putting her mouth on Susan's cunt had been extremely tough to do. She looked over at Susan and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I don't know. I was too worried about you to even consider what I was feeling," Susan answered.

"What now?" Denise asked. It felt kind of strange talking to Susan after having had done that with her. She wondered if that constituted having sex with Susan and decided that it did.

"How about we go get some banana splits?" Susan asked with a smile.

Denise frowned. The last time that the two of them had gone out for ice cream together they had just come off one of their diet plans. Each of the women had polished off three large Hot Fudge Sundaes. It had been one of their uglier binges. She said, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Don't worry about it," Susan said.

"Do you remember the last time that we went out for ice cream together?"

"Of course I do, but don't worry about it," Susan said.

Surprising herself, Denise found that she couldn't finish the banana split. More than half of it was left in the dish and she felt full. Rather than feeling guilty for having eaten too much, she felt guilty for leaving food uneaten. Looking up from the bowl, she asked, "What happened? Why can't I eat it all?"

"Your body isn't starved," Susan answered.

"Strange," Denise said.

"That's how it is for most people," Susan said with a wry smile. She said, "They eat to fill their stomach and not the emotional emptiness."

"I've heard that little bit of pop psychology before," Denise said, but she didn't believe it.

Susan laughed and said, "Isn't that the truth?"

"Yes, it is," Denise said. They had that conversation may times in the past.

Susan looked across the table at her friend and asked, "So how do you feel about what we did?"

"I don't know. I feel a little strange," Denise answered. She looked at Susan thinking that just an hour or so ago, she had her mouth on Susan's cunt.

"I know what you mean. It doesn't have to change anything between us," Susan said.

"I don't think that is possible. It has changed," Denise said with a slight frown.

"For the better?" Susan asked.

"I don't know," Denise answered thinking after thinking about it.

Susan was silent for a moment and then said, "You know that he's going to want us to do again. Not just one time, but lots of times."

"I know," Denise said with a frown.

Susan said, "I hope it doesn't strain our friendship."

"Same here," Denise said.

Susan knew that Denise was not a good lover. In fact, she was very lousy in bed. She hadn't moved beyond it being about her. It was long trip to go. She had the intermediate step of thinking it was only about the other person to pass through before reaching the point where she'd be a great lover and knowing that it was about the both of them. She said, "Maybe it will make us closer."

"Yeah," Denise said thinking that it was likely to have just the opposite effect.

"We've been through a lot together," Susan said.

"That's true," Denise said.

Susan touched Denise's hand and said, "We'll get through this together."

"Yes," Denise said thinking that it was just possible that they'd get through it together.

Susan looked at the melting ice cream and said, "We'd better head back to the house."

"I'm sorry about wasting all this food," Denise said looking down at the remains of her banana split. It seemed like such a waste.

"I'm sorry that you didn't get to go golfing last weekend," Susan said.

Denise said, "It really hurt being ignored like that."

"I know. It hurt me as much as it hurt you," Susan said. It had been painful having to turn her back on her friend when she was so obviously hurting. She had been surprised that Denise had held out so long.

"You had a lot of support from Dale," Denise said.

"So did you," Susan said. Seeing the look of disbelief on Denise's face, she added, "He really did watch over you. I know that you kept up with the exercise program."

"No one was there to see that," Denise said surprised that Susan had known.

"Dale knew. He could tell by how your body was continuing its development," Susan said.

"Oh," Denise said.

Susan said, "He really does watch over us. We really should be going back to the house."

"Why?" Denise asked. As far as she knew, there were no plans in the works that required them to be anywhere.

"Dale is out doing the yard work today. It is about time that we give the house a good top to bottom cleaning. We haven't given the house a good cleaning in ages," Susan said. Looking at her friend, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "We live there too."

"I guess so," Denise said thinking that it was just such a normal thing to do.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent vacuuming carpets, mopping floors, washing windows, dusting, and generally taking care of the house. Denise found that the work took her mind off of her other problems. There was something soothing about the repetitive actions of vacuuming the carpet.

Dale had finished clearing out leaves around the flowers in the flowerbeds that surrounded the pool area. It had been hot work, but nothing too strenuous. Still, it felt good to come into a cool house and relax a little. He stood at the entrance to the living room watching Susan and Denise clean the room. Susan had turned into a very hot looking sexy woman. Just watching her move around gave him an erection. Denise on the other hand still moved like an ox and acted like a fat woman. It was only when she was relaxed like this that she looked halfway decent.

He sighed and said, "The house is really looking great."

Denise looked over at him and moved to the center of the room. She got down on the floor and said, "You know what he wants Susan."

Susan looked over at Denise and said, "He was just making conversation."

"Oh," Denise said. Her face turned red from embarrassment.

Dale chuckled and said, "It is not a bad idea, but I'd like to take a shower first. I'm rather sweaty from working outside."

"Okay," Denise said feeling a little ridiculous lying on the floor. She got up and said, "I'm sorry."

Susan looked over at Denise and shook her head. She said, "Let's finish up the living room. Maybe next weekend we can start on the basement."

Denise asked, "What about his study and bedroom?"

"He takes care of them," Susan answered. In many ways, Dale was a very private person. Despite living with them, he had areas of the house that were off limits to everyone else. Susan had no idea what he did in those private parts of the house.

"Oh," Denise said. She returned to vacuuming the carpet. It was very thick and felt good under her bare feet. Thinking about the kinds of activities that occurred throughout the house, she turned to Susan and said, "The carpet probably needs to be steam cleaned one of these days."

"He replaces the carpet every year," Susan said. It kind of sounded ridiculous to say it. She shrugged and said, "He is kind of rich."

"You don't think it is kind of extreme to change your carpets every year?" Denise asked.

"I don't know. I've never known anyone as rich as him, so I don't know what is normal for people that wealthy," Susan said shrugging her shoulders.

"I just never heard of anything like that," Denise said. It really didn't matter to her. She was thankful for the temporary reprieve from having sex.

The reprieve was only temporary. Now that the suggestion had been made, Dale had showered thinking of the action that was about to come. He walked into the living room fully ready for action. Looking at Denise, he said, "I'm ready now."

Denise stopped what she was doing and got onto the floor. Despite having been caught by surprise, Susan moved into position without being asked. They both knew what Dale wanted. Susan knew that Denise was not going to risk being shunned.

Dale looked down at Susan and said, "You are not ready for me."

"I know," Susan said slipping a hand between her legs with the intent of working up a little excitement in that region of her body. She hadn't been expecting him to return so quickly.

"Help her, Denise."

Denise asked, "How?"

"Lick her," Dale said as if the answer was obvious. It was clear to him that she hadn't even thought of it.

After being shunned for almost two weeks, Denise didn't need to be asked twice. She stuck her tongue out and licked without any clue as to what she was doing. Susan was shocked that Denise had done it without complaint. The next thing she knew, Dale had entered her.

Denise watched the action that was taking place a few inches from her face. She sighed wondering how she had reached this state of affairs. She looked up at Susan's cunt barely able to believe that she had licked it. It dawned on her that not only was she a sodomite, but she had just become a lesbian. Unable to deal with the idea, her mind switched off.

Barely aware of what was going on above her, Denise thought about all the things that had to be done that afternoon. She had to finish vacuuming the floor. The basement could use a little straightening up. There was dinner to prepare, exercises to perform, and pictures to take. It was going to be a busy evening.

Before she knew it, Dale had come. She returned to the moment when Dale said, "Suck out my come."

Denise went to work without thinking about what she was doing. She had been told what to do and she was doing it. Her body functioned on autopilot while her mind returned to the list of things that she had to do. When she had finished considering the household chores, she thought about the upcoming workweek. She licked and sucked the come out of Susan until Dale said, "That's enough."

"Okay," Denise said stopping what she was doing. She waited for Susan to get off of her and then rose up from the floor. She said, "Let's finish cleaning this room."

Susan frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Sure," Denise said. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and went to work.

Susan looked over at Dale with a questioning expression on her face. Dale gave her a little smile and left the room. The scene in the living room was repeated twice more that day; once after dinner and once before going to bed. Denise's mind was in another world during both occasions.

It was one in the morning when Denise woke up realizing what she had done that day. The full weight of her actions crashed down on her. Not once, but four times that day, she had put her mouth to the sex of another woman. She had thought she had come to grips with it after the first time, but she hadn't really. She had talked a good story. She had even believed it herself, but she had been lying.

She rose from bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into the darkness of the basement, she said, "I can't believe that I did that."

Feeling lost and alone, she wondered who she could turn to for comfort. She didn't really feel that she could turn to Susan since that was the woman with whom she had sex. She stared off into the darkness realizing that there was no one who would understand. She sagged down feeling depressed.

She jumped when the door to the basement opened. Looking up, she was surprised to find that Dale was standing in the doorway looking down into the basement. Wondering if he was there to get a quick blowjob or fuck, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I figured that you would be having a hard time sleeping," Dale answered.

"Oh," Denise said.

Dale walked down the stairs and turned on a light in the basement. He went over to the bed and sat down next to her. He asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes," Denise answered.

"Okay," Dale said.

Looking over at him with a frown, she said, "Not with you."

Dale chuckled and made a great display of looking around the room. He asked, "Who else is there?"

"No one," Denise answered knowing that it was the truth.

Deciding to make it a little easier for her, Dale said, "You're confused about your actions today."

"You can say that again," Denise said with a snort.

"You've had a rough couple of weeks. The pressure to give into my demands was pretty high and you succumbed. You did it because loneliness was a worse option than sucking my come out of Susan," Dale said.

"I shouldn't have given in," Denise said with a sigh.

Dale smiled and said, "I was pretty impressed with how long you managed to resist."

"I impressed you," Denise asked looking over at him incredulously. She felt like dirt and he was impressed.

"Yes, you did. I'm not going to say that the resistance that you demonstrated was in your best interest, but you did resist for a long time. It is a shame that you don't have that kind of will in other areas of your life," Dale said. He was half tempted to laugh at the shocked expression on her face. He had surprised her with his answer.

"Who says that I don't have much will power?" Denise asked feeling defensive now that she had gotten past the compliment.

Shaking his head, Dale asked, "Why do you exercise and eat balanced meals?"

"You demand that I do those things," Denise said thinking that she had been giving into his demands almost constantly.

"You rely upon my will to direct you to do the things you know need to be done."

"I guess," Denise answered.

Dale said, "You could have started an exercise regimen yourself, but you didn't. You could have adopted wise eating habits, but you didn't."

Denise nodded her head and said, "You're right."

Dale took a long breath and let it out again. He said, "I need you to be honest with me and yourself for a change."

"Okay," Denise replied.

"Was the sex with Susan that bad?"

It was a good question and, to be honest, Denise didn't know. The first time she had been so desperate for human contact that she wasn't aware of what she was doing. The other times, her mind had been a thousand miles away. She couldn't have told him exactly what she had done with Susan. She knew the essential points, but not the details. She answered, "I don't know."

"I think you do know," Dale replied.

"Why do you say that?"

"If it had been that bad, you'd have known it was that bad," Dale answered with a small smile.

"You might be right."

Dale nodded his head and said, "Next time, pay attention to what you are doing. Assess it honestly. You might discover that what I'm asking you to do isn't that horrible."

"What if it is that horrible?" Denise asked not realizing that by asking the question that she was admitting that it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be.

Dale shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Then I'll stop asking you to do it."

Denise's anger flared and she said, "You haven't stopped sodomizing me."

Dale shook his head somewhat disappointed in how she talked about anal sex. He said, "That's true. I haven't stopped because you haven't made the discovery of whether it is that horrible or not yet. You are reacting to your beliefs about the act rather than the act itself."

"That's the same thing," Denise said.

Dale shook his head and replied, "No they're not. It isn't the anal sex that you find objectionable, it is idea of engaging in it that bothers you. You don't say that it hurts; you say it makes you a sodomite. What does that mean? It means that you see yourself as something dirty for having done it. You haven't yet stepped back and asked yourself how it felt."

"I'll have to think about that," Denise said. His comment seemed to twist the situation around making her the person with the problem when he was the pervert who enjoyed sick acts.

"There's one other thing for you to think about over the next few days," Dale said.

"What?"

He looked at her and said, "You've had one orgasm your entire time here and that was from the whirlpool. Why only one? Why not others when you've masturbated? Why not others when I've had sex with you?"

"Because I don't enjoy having sex in front of you or with you," Denise answered.

Dale laughed at the look she gave him and said, "I knew you were going to say that, but I think there is another reason. You feel that you don't deserve to enjoy sex."

"What?" she asked stunned by the suggestion.

Dale nodded his head and said, "I think you do deserve to get some pleasure out of it. Soon you will."

Denise watched Dale leave the basement thinking it was odd that he had actually helped her feel better about what she had done. She wasn't convinced by his words, but a small seed of change was beginning to germinate.



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Chapter 11


Day 91 Tuesday

Denise looked across the table at Susan and said, "How many more days will you be here?"

"About thirty," Susan answered. She was going apartment hunting in the hopes of finding a nice place to live that was close to where she worked. The apartment needed to be big enough for her and Chuck. She was convinced that they were going to be getting married soon, although he hadn't yet asked her.

"It is hard to believe that you're going to be leaving," Denise said with a sigh. She didn't know what she'd do without Susan being around.

"I know," Susan said putting a hand on her friend's arm in support. Dale was a man with an exceptional sex drive. He had sex four times a day during the workweek and five times a day on the weekend. Doing the math led one to conclude that he engaged in sex thirty times a week. For now, he divided his attentions almost equally between her and Denise although he did have them both active about a quarter of the time. When she moved out, Denise would have to accommodate him all thirty times. She knew how rough that would be on her friend.

"I'll be lonely here without you," Denise said thinking about how she would miss the quiet times where they could talk about things like this.

"Dale will be here," Susan said despite knowing that it wouldn't exactly comfort her friend. Denise would be having oral sex two or three times a day with Dale. Sometimes after a little oral simulation, Dale would relieve himself using her breasts. She'd have intercourse once or twice a day. She'd have anal sex with him at least four times a week. Once in a while, she would only have to give him a hand job.

"Mr. Put A Flag Over Her Face and Fuck Her For Glory?" Denise asked sarcastically.

"Yes," Susan answered with a roll of her eyes. If Denise thought it was bad now, it was going to get even worse before things got better. Her life would seem to be dominated completely by having sex with Dale. There would be the quick fuck before breakfast. There would be the blow job when he came home from work to hold him over until dinner. There would be the sex after dinner and then the day would end with sex before bed. The cycle would repeat itself the next day. She looked at her friend and said, "One of these days, you'll wake up to the pleasures that you can have and he'll stop doing that."

"So you're saying it is my fault," Denise said.

"That's what I'm saying," Susan replied with a nod of her head. She wondered if it was time to film her friend in action again so that she could see just how unsexy she looked when having sex with Dale.

"How can you say that?"

Giving Denise a superior look, Susan answered, "Because I've been there. I know exactly what is happening to you. I know what you are feeling."

"I don't believe it," Denise said despite the fact that she did believe it.

Susan sighed and said, "One day you're going to realize that you can give him real pleasure and you'll discover that giving is pretty nice."

"That's something to look forward to," Denise said dismissively. She didn't believe that she'd ever want to give Dale any pleasure. She didn't even think about Susan's feelings in the matter. In a strange way, she considered Susan just as much a victim as her.

"Before that day comes, you might start making demands on him to please you. That's going to be a rough because it will be hostile negotiation. You'll tell him that he has to please you or he can just fuck himself," Susan said.

"Maybe I should start doing that now," Denise said.

"He'd probably be happy with pleasuring himself considering how you act now," Susan said.

"That's cold."

"It is the truth," Susan said. She had been licked by Denise and the lackluster performance had brought no pleasure. A lackluster lick over the cunt didn't inspire excitement regardless of how many times it was repeated.

"I don't want to be doing it, so why should I be any good at it?" Denise asked.

"After a while, you'll discover that it isn't a one way street. You'll realize that you both can get pleasure out of it. That's when he'll look at you because that will be the day when it stops being you or me and becomes us. That is the day you'll stop being a fat woman," Susan said.

Denise stopped to think about what it would mean to stop being a fat woman. In the time since beginning the program, her figure had undergone significant changes although her weight hadn't changed as much as she had thought it would. That wasn't to say that she hadn't dropped a considerable amount of weight; she had lost weight. It had been remarkably easy outside of the price she was paying for it.

Given her 5'6" height and basic frame, Dale had calculated that her ideal body weight was between 128 and 139 pounds. She had selected a target weight of 130 pounds. She had started the program weighing 178 pounds meaning that she had to lose 48 pounds. That corresponded to an average of three pounds a month over the sixteen months of the program. So far, she had lost 17 pounds leaving her with 31 pounds to go. She still wasn't thin, but her body looked a lot different.

The difference from all of her previous diets was that some of the fat was being converted to muscle rather than just disappearing. She was up to ninety repetitions of each exercise in the exercise routine and running on the treadmill for six minutes. It wasn't just the duration of her running that had increased. She was running faster now with the result that she was approaching the mile mark. For a woman who used to get breathless just walking up a couple flights of stairs, this was an amazing accomplishment. By now, she felt the effects of the exercises after having completed them.

She looked over at Susan and realized that her friend had met her weight goal. At 5'7", she had slimmed down to an amazing 133 pounds. She was a very fit and attractive woman that bordered on being a hard body. Adding to her appearance was the fact that her breasts had not lost as much weight as the rest of her body giving her a full large bosom that drove men wild. It was strange to think that losing weight had resulted in an increase in bra cup size.

She had often said that she would kill to have a body like what Susan now had. She wondered if fucking her way to that kind of body was a higher or lower price to pay. She had thought learning how to deep throat his cock had been hard. It had been, but it wasn't really all that perverse. She had learned to perform a lot of very acts she had once thought disgusting. She still felt horrible every time she engaged in anal sex, but it was different somehow. She had learned to get through engaging in sex with a woman without getting too upset about it.

Every time she thought that Dale had reached the limits of perversion he surprised her with a new one. Rimming his asshole with her tongue had shocked her beyond belief. She was convinced that his deviant mind had thought it up all by itself until Susan had shown her that a search engine for the web had over six million hits on the term rimming. After having done it, she had admitted that it wasn't that bad.

Denise wondered if losing weight was worth going through all of that hell, but then she thought about the totality of her situation. She was not only losing weight, but she looked and felt better than ever before. She was better off financially as well. She had savings in the bank account for the first time since moving away from home. She had also been much more productive at work over the past month. She wasn't sure where that improvement in her life had come from, but she suspected that the gains in the other areas of her life had a small role.

Her self-esteem was still taking a beating though. She still thought of herself as a fat whore. She looked at other people thinking that they could tell that she was a whore. She was sure that her boss knew that she was sucking cock, fucking, and taking it up the ass on almost a daily basis. Her boss tended to treat her a little more gently of late as if sensing that something was wrong.

Coming back to the conversation, Denise said, "I don't think much about anything anymore. There are times when I'm ready to just throw it all away."

"Don't give up. You've worked so hard to get this far. It will get easier and the rewards will be much more tangible in time," Susan said.

"What kind of rewards?" Denise asked skeptically. Outside of a good figure, she couldn't see where Susan had gained much as a result of going through the program.

Susan looked away for a second and then answered, "Michelle hinted to me that Chuck was going to propose tonight."

"Really?" Denise asked. She had come to know Chuck a little better over the past few months. He was a brilliant man who had been a nerd much of his life. He had gone through life tongue- tied around women and unable to assert himself in business until joining the program with Michelle. According to what Chuck had said, she had turned him into a confident man able to deal with people on emotional, social, and professional levels with equal ease.

"Yes," Susan answered with a sparkle in her eye. She glanced at the clock and wished that time would fast forward a bit.

"That's great," Denise said. She wished that she had a man like Chuck in her life. She frowned thinking that instead of a Chuck, she had Dale. Susan had a gentleman and she had a pervert.

"Yes. I was looking for an apartment, but thought that maybe Chuck and I would start looking for a house instead," Susan said. Between her savings and his savings they had more than enough for a down payment on a nice sized house. It wouldn't be a mansion or anything, but it would be large enough for the two of them and the couple of kids they might want to raise.

"A house," Denise echoed thinking that she would never get into a house.

"I've got over twenty thousand saved and Chuck has close to thirty thousand. We can put twenty percent down on a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar house," Susan said.

"That's pretty good," Denise said shocked at the figures. She thought about her saving account and realized that with time it could grow into the same amount.

Susan said, "I'm hoping that the housing market drops a little more. I'd like to pick up a four bedroom house for a lot less than that."

"I haven't been following the real estate market," Denise said.

Susan said, "It is pretty good for buyers right now."

"That's good," Denise said. Her dream of a loving husband still seemed far away, but the house with a white picket fence didn't seem so unrealistic. She bit her lip considering the goals she had established with Dale. It dawned on her that maybe, just maybe, the program would deliver on some of the promises that had been made to her.

Later that evening, Susan returned from her date with Chuck excited with the good news that she was about to deliver. The pair entered the basement to find Dale pounding away into Denise doggy style. Half of Denise's body was in the little curtained closet with just her rear hanging out. Dale announced, "Susan and Chuck are here."

"Oh joy," Denise grumbled. Dale thrust into especially hard on hearing her complaint. It mortified her to have someone else watch her have sex. She was not into exhibitionistic sex thinking that was supposed to be a private affair. She was sure that Dale timed these things just to degrade her even further.

"You look excited about something. Would you mind waiting to tell us the good news until I've finished here?" Dale asked having a good idea what they had to announce.

"Go ahead," Chuck answered. He slipped a hand down and squeezed Susan's ass.

Susan and Chuck waited while Dale finished having sex with Denise to break the good news. As soon as Dale pulled out of Denise, Susan held her hand out and said, "Chuck asked me to marry him."

Smiling, Dale asked, "Did you answer yes?"

"Of course I did," Susan replied.

"Yes she did," Chuck said with a smile.

Although she wasn't surprised by the announcement, Denise stuck her head out of the closet and said, "Congratulations, Susan. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Denise," Susan said. It was easy to understand why Denise's reaction was a little subdued. She had been caught in the middle of sex and was feeling embarrassed at having such a private matter so publically on display.

Staying hidden in the closet, Denise said, "Tell us all about how he proposed. Was it romantic?"

Susan was about to answer when Dale interrupted, "Come out of the closet and join us, Denise."

"Yes, sir," Denise said. Giving him a look that should have killed him, Denise stepped out of the closet feeling Dale's come run down her leg. It was one thing to stand naked in front of her friend's fiancée and something else for him to see exactly what she had been doing.

Without any kind of embarrassing pause, Susan answered, "He took me to Bon Fromage for dinner. It was very elegant and we had a private table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. The table was surrounded by fresh flowers. There must have been a hundred bouquets of flowers. The air smelled of spring time. It was so romantic.

"They had prepared everything for us before we arrived. We didn't have to wait for even a minute when we got there. There were candles on the table and everything. We were the only customers of our waiter and the service was outstanding."

Chuck knew she had exaggerated the number of flowers, but he had gone to a significant effort to make it special. He said, "I spent most of the afternoon there making the arrangements for the evening."

"That's nice," Denise said. She looked over at Dale wondering if he would ever put that much effort into treating a woman nicely.

"Chuck had already ordered everything, so we didn't have to read the menu or order drinks. It was wonderful. We had just sat down and they were there with champagne. I nearly fell over when they set my glass in front of me. Tied around the stem of it was this ring," Susan said holding out her left hand.

"Wow. That's huge," Denise said looking over the ring. She figured that had probably eaten up all of Chuck's savings.

"It was my Grandmother's ring," Chuck said with more than a little pride. It was a family heirloom and he was pleased to be the one to pass it on.

"It is gorgeous," Denise said. The stone wasn't that large, but the setting was very old fashioned and possessed the kind of elegant appearance that was rare in modern jewelry. It reminded her of fashionable women in slinky dresses aboard luxury ships at the turn of the previous century.

"It is, isn't it?" Susan said, "Dale dropped to one knee and proposed to me. I couldn't believe how romantic he was."

"What did he say?" Denise asked forgetting her nakedness long enough to get all of the details of the proposal.

Susan smiled and answered, "He professed his undying love for me and his desire to be with me for the rest of our lives. It was very touching the way he said it. I had tears in my eyes before he even finished speaking."

Denise wanted to say that she wasn't jealous, but that wouldn't have been the truth. It seemed to her that Susan was getting the dream that she was pursuing and leaving her behind. She said, "I'm so jealous."

"Your turn will come," Susan said with a knowing smile.

Denise frowned and said, "I don't know how."

Dale said, "It is too early for you to be worrying about that."

"What does that mean?" Denise asked.

Dale said, "You aren't ready to meet the love of your life. You've got a long way to go before then and you're getting nowhere fast."

"Fuck you," Denise said angrily.

"No problem. I'll expect you spread out on the table with your face covered when I come in for breakfast tomorrow. Then you'll be able to fuck me," Dale replied with a grin in the hope that he'd defuse some of her anger. Anger and hostility seemed to flow off of Denise in palpable waves. He wasn't upset since showing anger was a good sign. He just had to control it.

"That is not what I meant," Denise said.

"Drop it," Susan said to Denise.

Dale turned to Susan and asked, "What are your plans for tonight?"

"I was thinking that Chuck would spend the night with me," Susan answered.

"Good idea. Why don't you two run along upstairs and celebrate properly," Dale said with a wink at the lovers.

Without any argument, the pair left the basement with eyes for only each other. Denise had to admit that they really looked like a couple in love. She found it hard to reconcile the fact that both of them were regularly having sex with other people. For a second she wondered if Chuck had to have sex with a man, too. She dismissed the thought from her mind. Turning to Dale, she asked, "What are you still doing here?"

"I wanted to talk with you for a little bit," Dale answered.

"About what?"

Dale went over to her bed and sat down on it. It was the only piece of real furniture in the room. He could have sat down on the exercise equipment, but that wouldn't have served his purposes. He said, "You're making good progress in the program except for a few minor areas."

"Oh," Denise said not quite sure where the conversation was heading.

Dale nodded his head and said, "You're losing weight and saving money. You're gaining stamina in the exercise program. Pretty soon you'll be up to a full workout every night. That is a major milestone."

"Okay," Denise said wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.

"You're jogging almost a mile and you'll get over a mile soon," Dale said.

"You're not here to talk about my exercise program," Denise said.

Dale snorted and replied, "As a matter of fact, I am."

"Why?" Denise said.

Dale said, "The next few months are going to be very tough on you. There's already a lot of resentment on your part. I just wanted to remind you that you are making progress and I'd hate to see you walk away now."

"You're just afraid that with Susan and me gone, you'd have to jack off four times a day," Denise said looking over at him with scorn.

Dale sighed. He had known this discussion was going to be difficult, but it was necessary. She had to understand where she had started and where she was relative to her overall goals. He said, "Believe what you want. You will despite anything that I say."

"That's right buster. You're not fooling me," Denise said.

Dale shrugged his shoulders and said, "Getting back to the topic that I wanted to discuss with you — you've been losing weight rather quickly. In fact, I'd say that you are losing weight too quickly."

"It is not quick enough," Denise said.

Dale reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a small bottle. He said, "Lie down on the bed."

"Why?" Denise asked eyeing the bottle with suspicion.

Dale answered, "You're losing weight a little too quickly and your skin is beginning to sag. This cream will help keep your skin tight."

"Sag?" Denise asked.

"Yes. People who lose too much weight too quickly can have problems with their skin," Dale said.

Denise slowly made her way over the bed and sat down. She asked, "What are you planning on doing?"

"I'm going to rub some of this into the areas that are the most affected by your weight loss," Dale answered.

"I can do that," Denise replied.

Dale shook his head and said, "I'll do it. I know what I am doing."

Denise slowly lay down on the bed. Dale poured a little of the lotion onto her stomach and said, "I kept it in my pocket so that it wouldn't be cold."

"Thanks," Denise said.

Rubbing the cream into her skin in long smooth strokes, Dale said, "One of the hardest things to do is to allow things to evolve at their proper pace."

"What do you mean?"

"The skin is an amazing organ. It can grow and shrink as the size of the body changes. You lose two inches around your waist and the skin shrinks two inches in that dimension. One of the problems is that it can't change as fast as the rest of the body. You can get rid of fat faster than the skin can accommodate it. It gets loose and starts to sag," Dale said. Her skin was very loose and moved under his hand. She was going to have to stop losing weight until her skin caught up with her.

"I never thought about that," Denise said.

"Most people don't. If you're not careful, the skin will start sagging down. I saw a picture of a guy with a flap of skin that hung off of his stomach after he lost his beer belly. It looked a lot like a roll of fat, but it was actually skin," Dale said turning the lotion rub into a massage. There was a lot of tension in the body under his talented fingers.

"That's gross," Denise said. Despite herself, she had to admit that his hands felt good rubbing the lotion into her skin. His hands were strong and sought out the little sources of tension.

She was slowly drifting off to sleep when Dale said, "Roll over so that I can do your back."

Denise did as he asked without argument. His hands really did feel good. It felt even better when he started working on the muscles in her back. He said, "We're going to have to ease back on the exercises a little. I don't want to push the weight loss any faster."

"The only reason I'm having sex with you is for the weight loss. Don't play games with me," Denise said. The tension in her back suddenly increased a hundred-fold.

Feeling the sudden tension in her back, Dale said, "You'll still lose some weight, just not as quickly. If you don't follow my advice, then you'll lose the weight but you won't like the result. Your skin and breasts will sag like a Ubangi tribal woman."

"What in the hell does a Ubangi tribal woman look like?" Denise asked.

"That's not important. You need to understand what is happening to your body. You have a layer of muscle that is covered by a layer of fat. The layer of fat is covered by a layer of skin. Under the program, you are gaining muscle and losing fat. The skin has to adapt to those changes. Your skin is not changing as fast as the other two layers. If you keep losing weight at this rate you'll end up with flaps of skin that hang off of your stomach, arms, and butt. It won't look pretty," Dale said.

Relaxing as his fingers kneaded tight muscles and his words dispelled some of her doubts, Denise said, "I still want to lose weight."

"Skin isn't weightless," Dale said. He pinched a bit of skin on her upper arms and pulled it out. She definitely needed to let her skin catch up to her weight loss. He said, "I imagine that you've got a good one or two pounds of extra skin on your body at the moment.

"Oh," Denise said. She hadn't really thought about her muscles and skin changing as she lost fat. To her, the only important thing was getting rid of the fat. His words made sense.

Dale worked over her body for another few minutes without saying a word. It was in much better shape than when she had started the program, but it had a long way to go before she'd be a beautiful woman.

Lying on the bed, Denise couldn't believe how good she was feeling. Muscles that had been tight for so long that she didn't even notice them anymore started to relax. She could feel her body unwinding and settling into the bed. She asked, "Why do you do the program?"

Dale answered, "You think that the only reason I do the program is for the sex. That's one of the benefits, but the fact is that I do it for another reason."

"What reason is that?"

"I am a sculptor of female bodies. I take a misshapen woman and carefully carve away the ugliness leaving a very attractive woman behind. By the time you leave the program, you'll be in the top one percent of women in terms of beauty. Your body will be the absolute best that it can be. You'll walk like a queen with grace and confidence. You'll be disciplined enough to get anything that you desire, but you'll know the right things to desire," Dale said.

"You see it like that?" Denise asked surprised by his answer.

"Yes. Look at Susan tomorrow morning. She's a gorgeous woman. Her body is near perfection. She sits and stands with great posture. She flows across the room when she walks. Her taste in clothes has improved to where she looks sexy without looking like a tramp. When she enters a room, every eye turns to look at her," Dale said.

"I guess I really hadn't noticed," Denise said. She had lived the past few months with Susan and had lost sight of the changes that she had undergone since beginning the program.

"The changes aren't only physical. She is full of confidence. She is honest with herself about what she likes and dislikes. She can tolerate things that she doesn't like to get the things that she wants. She has focus, discipline, and ambition. Her ambition is aimed at the achievement of improvement for herself rather than superficial wealth," Dale said.

"You're right about her being more confident," Denise said. Considering some of the sexual insults that she had thrown at Susan, her friend was able to take them without being adversely affected. There had been a time when a negative comment would have sent her running for a tub of ice cream for comfort.

"Confidence is the hardest to achieve. I've got to hunt down every little self-doubt and destroy it. I've got to replace that with the knowledge of her strengths and weaknesses. You've got to learn that a weakness is not a flaw, but something to acknowledge and overcome. You might not have the best brain in the world, but you can know that person and utilize their advice. You might not be a great artist, but you can fill your house with great art," Dale said.

"I still don't understand why you insist on having sex with me every day when it is obvious that you don't enjoy it," Denise said.

"There are a couple of reasons, but I don't think you'll believe me if I tell you anything other than I'm a pervert," Dale said. He was now rubbing the muscles of her calves.

"Tell me one," Denise said thinking that he really had to delude himself to be convinced that he wasn't a pervert.

"How about it is part of removing a bunch of self-doubts?" Dale asked knowing that she'd never accept that answer.

"I'd say you are deluded," Denise said.

Dale replied, "By the time you have finished the program, you'll know that you are the best lover that any man could possibly dream of having in his bed. You'll make love without having the least little bit of doubt in your ability to give and receive pleasure."

"Like Susan," Denise said intending it as an insult.

"Exactly like Susan," Dale answered. "When you are through with the program, you're going to be a very attractive woman."



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Chapter 12


Day 119 Tuesday

Susan looked at the suitcases that contained her clothes. Despite having lived with Dale for sixteen months, she had not acquired any personal belongings other than new clothes. She went over to the computer on her desk and double-clicked the icon for the movie of her weight loss. She watched the fat woman transform into a beauty that men desired and women wanted to be. She said, "I can watch that video every day and never get tired of it."

"It is quite a change," Denise said watching the video. It was a remarkable transformation. It would be impossible to believe that it was the same woman from the before and after pictures. The fat slob had morphed into a beauty queen.

"Yes," Susan said with a private smile of satisfaction. It had been a very tough sixteen months and it was still hard to believe that it was over.

"You've taken the week off," Denise said more as a question than a statement.

"Yes, I've got to get the apartment fixed up. All of the furniture is scheduled to arrive today and tomorrow," Susan replied.

"How long are you going to live in the apartment?" Denise asked.

"I'm going to stay there while we search for a house. We have the money for a down payment, but there is no reason to rush it. I want the right house in the right neighborhood. That will take some time to find," Susan answered. They had almost making the mistake of putting some money down on the first house they could afford despite the fact that they didn't really like it. She and Chuck decided that they wouldn't look for a house until after they were married. There were enough things to do that adding to the burden would be a rather stupid thing to do.

"I think you would rather stay here until you found a house. Why move twice?"

"A slow but sure approach to a problem usually brings a better and longer lasting solution," Susan answered. She'd seen that with her weight loss. After years of attempting quick solutions, she had seen that they never worked. Sixteen months of balanced meals, exercise, and leading an active life had shown her that slow worked better.

"Still, it will be rather uncomfortable in that apartment," Denise argued. The fact was that she didn't want Susan to leave. The idea that Dale would be turning to her for sexual release four times a day was a nightmare come true.

"I can put up with that to achieve what I really want," Susan answered calmly.

Denise sighed and asked, "There's nothing I can say to convince you to stay?"

"No. I've finished the program," Susan said. She looked over at her friend and said, "Don't let it get you down. You've come a long way."

"Yeah. I can now deep throat him," Denise said in disgust. She had gone through hell learning how to suppress her gag reflex enough to swallow his cock down her throat. Now she could take a man's cock down her throat like a porn star. It wasn't something that she was all that proud of being able to do.

Smiling at the look of disgust on her friend's face, Susan said, "The man you marry will appreciate that more than you can possibly guess."

"The man I marry," Susan repeated dully. She still expected to end up an old maid.

Denise said, "By the time you are done with the program, you'll be able to make any fantasy that a man has come true. Deep throat, threesomes, dress-up, role playing, and anything else that his dirty little mind can imagine will all be within your power to give him. He's going to be a lucky man."

"What about me?" Denise asked.

Susan said, "You'll be very happy with the result. He'll move mountains for you."

"So you say," Denise said looking at her friend unconvinced.

"You still doubt everything," Susan said. She shook her head and said, "Skepticism and suspicion are healthy except when taken to an extreme. It is time for you to really look around and take stock of what you see."

It was not new advice. Susan told her the same thing almost daily, but Denise didn't accept the advice. In a way she felt that Susan had tricked her into joining the program. She admitted that her introduction to it was not the most favorable one, but it had worked. She said, "I'll see."

Susan looked at her friend thinking about how much further she had to go in the program. Once Denise accepted the fact that she was a sexual being and that being sexy had little to do with appearance, she wouldn't make much progress on the emotional and mental parts of the program. It was so easy to ignore that critical aspect of being a balanced person. After having been through the program, she had come to realize just how crippled most people were. The physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional parts of being a person could never be in balance until the sexual aspects were addressed. How could one be confident if the moment their clothes were removed they fell apart in shame? How could one be confident with a lover if the act of love was performed in ignorance? How could one focus on the real problems of life when inner sexual demons worked to distract you?

It had taken her almost a year to realize that Dale was trying to achieve balance of all of the inner forces that drove her. She had learned to tame hunger by satisfying the body's need for nutrition. She had learned to tame her sex drive by satisfying the body's need for sexual release. She had learned how to tame her wants by focusing on her needs. She had learned how to tame her greed by appreciating the little things around her. She was physically, emotionally, and mentally healthy for the first time in her life.

Pulling away from her thoughts, she went over to Denise and hugged her. She said, "I'm going to miss being around you so much. Promise me that you'll come over to visit occasionally?"

"I promise," Denise said.

"I better go now," Susan said.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of Susan leaving. She wiped her eyes and said, "I can't believe I'm crying."

That was enough to start the waterworks as both women broke down into tears. It was a strange mix of emotions that flowed through the two women. Susan was looking forward to starting a new chapter in her life knowing that a particularly tough chapter had just come to an end. She was also concerned for her friend and felt as if she was abandoning her at a critical time in her life. Denise was sad to see her friend leave and worried about what she would find upon moving on with her life. She was also envious of what her friend was doing.

Thirty minutes later, Susan walked out the door carrying her suitcase. After getting into her car, she drove off to start her new life. Denise watched her go with a heavy heart. She went to her car and headed off to work knowing that she'd be late. Feeling a little depressed, Denise chose not to go directly to work. Driving around aimlessly, she came across a coffee shop and decided that she'd stop and get a cup of coffee.

The coffee shop was packed with men and women getting ready for a busy day of work, shopping or normal household errands. Despite the large line, not many people were staying there to drink their coffee. The place couldn't have handled a lot of people staying around drinking coffee since it only had six tables all of which were occupied by a single person sitting at them. Denise sighed as she got into line to order a coffee and hoped that a table would open up by the time she was done.

After getting her order, Denise looked around and saw that none of the tables were free. She didn't want to sit in her car and drink her coffee. She didn't want to drive off somewhere in the hopes of finding a place to enjoy it. Dismissing the tables with two or more people at them, she was left with a choice between an old woman, a guy with a bunch of papers spread in front of him, and an overweight woman. She decided to ask the overweight woman if she minded sharing the table. Going over to the table, Denise asked, "Mind if I join you?"

The overweight woman slowly looked up at her and took stock of the woman standing in front of her. She relaxed on seeing that she wasn't one of those blond soccer moms, thin business women, or young cheerleader types. She answered, "Go ahead."

Denise sat down at the table and took a sip of her coffee. She noticed that the woman had a paper plate with the remains of a slice of coffee cake on it. She had been tempted to get one, but had resisted without much effort. The hot cereal still sat heavy in her stomach. She said, "It is busy here this morning."

The woman had noticed Denise eyeing the plate that was in front of her. She said, "I've given up dieting."

"Why?" Denise asked.

The woman answered, "The only reason I dieted was because my soon-to-be ex-husband wanted a slender woman."

"Oh, sorry," Denise said wondering if she was going to get pulled into a long diatribe of the woman's troubles.

"The bastard took off with one of those fashion model types. The skinny bitch grabbed him at work and never let go," the woman said bitterly.

"Oh," Denise said.

The woman sighed and said, "Just wait until she gains a couple of extra pounds. He'll be gone after the next skinny bitch."

"I guess," Denise said trying not to get drawn into the discussion.

"Men are disgusting."

"Not all of them," Denise said. She would do anything to have a nice man in her life. The fact was that she was doing things now that disgusted her in the hope that she would lose enough weight to get a man.

"They are all disgusting. The only thing they think about is sex. They're always waving their cocks in front of your face expecting you to fall back in bed overcome with desire," the fat woman said. She snorted and said, "Like that is ever going to happen."

"I know what you mean," Denise said thinking about Dale and his constant demands for sex. She wondered if he was all that exceptional. Maybe every man wanted sex four or five times a day.

"That bastard wasn't satisfied with once a week. I gave him two kids, what more did he want?" the woman asked.

"I guess he wanted sex," Denise answered.

"You ever just look at a man's penis?" the woman asked leaning forward and dropping her voice on the last word.

"Not really," Denise answered. She had seen Dale's cock up close and personal, but she had never really just examined it. She did her best to keep her eyes closed. Of course, with Dale throwing a towel over her head she tended not to see much anyway.

"It is a pretty disgusting thing. Looks kind of like a piece of rancid sausage atop a wrinkled half filled coin purse," the fat woman said. She shook her head in disgust. She added, "Every time that bastard waved his penis in front of me I wanted to barf. It is hard to believe that God would actually create something so ugly. Of course, God created the wart hog, so there's no telling what God thinks it pretty."

"I suppose," Denise said hoping that she'd be able to get the visual image of rancid sausage out of her head before Dale presented her with his cock to suck. As much as she hated it now, she could only imagine how she would feel the next time.

"All men do is take. They don't give anything back," the fat woman said with a trace of anger in her voice.

"I guess," Denise said.

"Now that the rotten bastard is gone, I'm going to have to get a job," the fat woman said.

"Working isn't that bad," Denise said. She already worked for a living and didn't understand why working was that bad of a thing.

"You don't understand. I'll have to work and take care of the kids. That's the same as two full time jobs," the woman said shaking her head.

"He'll be giving you child support, won't he?" Denise asked.

"Honey, that won't cover shit," the fat woman said shaking her head. She said, "He's screwed me royally by running off with that skinny bitch."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Denise said.

"I better get off to my job interview. With that bastard running off with the skinny bitch, I've got to get a job," the woman said rising from the table.

"Good luck," Denise said.

"It is just a job at a burger place," the fat woman said. She turned to leave without picking up her trash.

Denise watched the overweight woman walk off. She moved with a slovenly shuffle that was lethargic. Shaking her head, Denise took another sip of coffee thinking about how the woman wouldn't be able to support herself with a job at a burger place. At least she had a job that paid well. The woman's words had re-enforced one idea that Denise had about men and that was that men were only interested in skinny women. She looked down at her body and wondered how much more weight she would have to lose before men looked at her. She had a feeling that it was going to be a lot.

She sat at the table silently considering her situation. Susan was gone and she was going to be alone in the house with Dale. She wondered if he was going to start playing new kinds of mind games with her now that she was without the support of her friend. Her mind created unrealistic scenarios including one with a hidden subbasement that was fixed up like some sort of torture dungeon where she would be trussed up and unable to resist the strange men that Dale brought over to have their way with her.

She shook her head when she realized just how ridiculous that idea was. Susan had told her that she'd had sex with four people since beginning the program: Dale, Donna, Denise, and Chuck. Her friend hadn't lied to her about any aspect of the program. There was not a subbasement filled with torture equipment and she knew it. She sighed and finished her cup of coffee thinking that it was well past time for her to get to work.

The day was filled with work on a software manual for an update of a product about to be released by Dale's company. The changes were relatively minor and she thought that he was paying too much money for such a minor change. It wasn't her place to negotiate the cost and schedule of jobs accepted by the company.

She did notice a few abnormal behaviors and documented them before sending them off to the engineers at the software company. It was normal procedure for her to do that when things didn't seem to function correctly. More often than not it was because she hadn't understood the proper procedure and the engineers would send back a note that explained how that particular functionality was supposed to be done. She would add the corrected procedure to the manual and include a warning of what would happen if the incorrect procedure was followed. The result was a better and more complete document.

She headed off to lunch. Since she hadn't packed anything that day, she decided that she'd head down to the sub shop and get a sandwich. Once she had gone through the line and gotten her sandwich, she looked around for a table to sit at. There was a table with a middle-aged woman sitting alone. The woman was at least twenty-five pounds overweight. She was watching a table with a young couple that was obviously in love with a smile on her face. Denise headed over to the table and asked, "Can I join you?"

"Sure," the woman answered with a smile. She gestured down to her sandwich and said, "I see that we are both on the same diet."

"I guess," Denise answered looking down at her sandwich.

The woman laughed and said, "I'm not really dieting. I've been this size for eight years. My weight doesn't fluctuate more than two pounds and that is because of my cycle."

"Oh," Denise said looking over at the woman. She noticed that she was sitting up straight and looking around the room with interest. The contrast with the woman earlier that morning was like the difference between night and day.

"Yes. One day I said to myself, this is what I am and it is time to accept it so that I can move on with my life," the woman said.

"Oh," Denise replied at a loss for words.

The woman nodded her head and said, "That was the day when I realized that I had everything in my life to be happy. I've got a great part-time job as a bookkeeper for a small company. My husband is great and the kids are a handful. My daughter is growing up to be a gorgeous young woman and my son is the on the football team. He's the center. My daughter takes after my husband and is skinny as a rail. My son is a big boy like me."

"Sounds lovely," Denise said with a sigh. The woman was describing the life that she wanted.

The woman took a bite out of her sandwich and chewed it with obvious pleasure. After she swallowed, she said, "I really like the sandwiches here."

"They are good," Denise said looking down at her sandwich. She started to unwrap it.

The women chatted about little things going on in the world while eating. Since Denise usually ate alone, the company was a refreshing change. The overweight woman finished her meal and glanced at her watch. She had a few minutes to kill before she had to head back to work. She looked across the table at Denise and shook her head. She leaned over and said, "You know what I said about accepting myself?"

"Yes," Denise answered cautiously.

"I mean it. You'll be a lot happier once you stop worrying about your weight and accept yourself. You might want to look around at your life and see what little opportunities for pleasure there are."

Denise asked, "Like what?"

"Like making long glorious love with a man. You can find a lot of pleasure in eating a good meal. There's the reward of doing a good job. One of my favorite things to do is to take a long soak in the tub filled with bubble bath and scented oils," the woman answered.

"I guess," Denise said. She was looking for a man to whom she could make long glorious love with and Dale wasn't him. She was good at her work, but it was just a job. It had been years since she had just soaked in a tub of water. The idea of having to look at her naked body had put her off that a long time ago. Of course, now that she was naked all of the time at the house made that a rather stupid reason not to do it. It didn't dawn on her that she was spending time in the whirlpool and the swimming pool now.

"I'm not saying that a little change isn't good, but you have to focus on the positives and not the negatives," the woman said.

Denise thought that it was a very succinct summary of the advice that Susan was always giving her. She asked, "What positives?"

"I don't know," the woman said.

"All I want is a good husband, a house, and some kids," Denise said. Forgetting that she was talking to an overweight woman, she said, "I'm so fat that I can't find a good husband. Men don't want anything to do with fat women."

The woman laughed at the comment and said, "You just have to accept that there is more than enough of you there to attract and keep a man very happy."

"I don't see it."

The woman looked over at Denise and answered, "You've got a cute face and pretty eyes. When you get a man's cock in your mouth and look up at him with those baby blues then you'll wrap him around your little finger. Men can't resist that, particularly if you are really enjoying what you are doing.

"Your breasts are voluptuous enough to satisfy any breast lover. They are big enough for you to suck your nipples. Men love that. I guarantee that any man would love it if you pour a little baby oil between them and let him slid his cock between your breasts. If you make a big production of rubbing his come into your skin after he comes that he'll be out buying you flowers the next day.

"If you get physically fit, then you'll be able to give any man the ride of his life in bed. With your padding, he can really go wild atop you. Believe me when I say that there is nothing better than having your man let loose and really fuck you senseless."

Denise stared at the woman in shock. The woman sounded exactly like Susan. She said, "You're kidding."

The woman leaned forward and said, "There was a time when I was very unhappy. I gained this weight when I gave birth to my two kids and nothing I did got rid of it. I was surly all of the time. I was about to lose my husband. I was frantic thinking that a fat woman raising two kids alone was destined for a hellish life.

"One day, I sat down and really considered my situation. I knew that my husband used to love me and I was tempted to blame my weight for losing him. Then I realized that I hadn't been a very nice person. I was more worried about my weight thinking that if I could get rid of it that all of my other problems would disappear. Then I realized that what really needed changing was my attitude. That night I fucked my husband senseless and did things in bed that I had never done.

"The next morning, I made him a huge hot breakfast without worrying about if I would get fat eating it. I sucked him off before he went to work that morning. He left the house with a huge smile on his face. I realized that I had saved my marriage.

"I cleaned that house from top to bottom that day. It looked better than it ever had before I had the kids. I worked like a woman possessed. I was dead tired by the time I was done, but I looked around and was happy. It looked like a home rather than a dump. My husband was shocked when he came home from work."

"Wow," Denise said.

"That was the day I became a happy woman," the woman said. She smiled and said, "I work with another woman who is a lot thinner than I am. Would you believe that the men flirt with me more than her?"

"No," Denise answered finding it a rather ridiculous assertion.

"She's a bitch and I'm friendly. The guys in the office all come to me when they have a problem. It is funny," the woman said. She glanced down at her watch and said, "I have to go now. You take care of yourself."

"Thanks," Denise said. She watched the woman clean up the table and deposit the trash in the waste can while she made her way out of the store. As the women left, a young man held the door open for her. Denise couldn't hear what the woman said to the young man but he had a smile on his face by the time the woman had left. She noticed that he had glanced back at the woman when she had left. It seemed a little strange to her that an overweight woman should produce such a reaction from a man clearly a decade younger than her.

Denise returned to work and quickly forgot about her lunch conversation. Throughout the day, she checked her e-mail occasionally waiting for a reply from the engineers while documenting other features of the software. Even though there weren't many changes, she had to make sure that every aspect of the manual was correct. This took time and she didn't mind going through page after page of the document making sure that it accurately reflected the current version of the program. When the time came that any reply from the engineers would be too late to allow her to finish that section before the end of the day, she headed home.

It was early that day when Denise made it to the house. She stripped and wandered around the empty house feeling lonely. The time passed slowly while she waited around dreading Dale's return. She knew that she'd have to satisfy his urges three times that evening. She figured that she'd have oral, regular, and anal sex with him that evening and wasn't looking forward to it.

It was well after Dale's regular return time when the telephone rang. She answered the phone and learned that Dale was going to be working late that evening. There was some last minute crisis on a major release of a new project that demanded his attention. She was to get something to eat and not wait for him to return. He expected to be home in time to monitor her exercise program and take the nightly picture of her.

For Denise, the sudden reprieve from being a come receptacle for the evening was a cause for celebration. She made a nice meal for herself and ate it taking great pleasure in every bite. She ate at the dining room table enjoying the peace and quiet. She figured that it would be the last meal she would enjoy for a long time without the taste of come in her mouth. That thought kind of soured the moment, but she didn't let it get her down.

Without Susan around, the evening seemed to drag on forever. It was getting late and Dale still hadn't returned. Deciding that she would perform the exercise routine without waiting for him, she headed down to the basement. She stared at her bed wondering when he would move her upstairs to Susan's old room. Susan had told her that she'd move upstairs once she stopped being a fat woman and Denise wondered how much weight she would have to lose before that day came.

Dale had cut back the amount of exercises that she was to perform feeling that she was losing weight too quickly. Ignoring his instructions, she did a hundred repetitions of each exercise. She wanted to lose the weight and his concerns didn't matter to her. The sooner she lost the weight, the earlier she could leave the program.

She had long finished the exercises and was ready for bed when Dale returned. He found her at the basement and, with exhaustion evident in his voice, said, "I'll take your picture now and then head off to bed."

"What about..." Denise started to ask and stopped in surprise at the words that were about to come out of her mouth. There was no way that she was going to ask him about having sex. If it slipped his mind, then all for the better as far as she was concerned.

"I'm pretty beat. Just a blowjob tonight before bed," Dale said. The words were just out of his mouth when he yawned.

"Okay," Denise said knowing that the wish that he might skip having sex for one night was just too much to hope for.

Dale waited as Denise got into position for her nightly picture. It took her a few seconds to settle into the correct pose. The camera was securely placed on a substantial fixed mount and was never moved. He used the memory cards to transfer the images to his computer. He took the picture and looked at the results. She was properly framed. With a sigh, he said, "That's done."

"Okay," Denise said. Although it was a hassle having her picture taken every night, she had come to appreciate the video that he made of her weight loss. She could just sit there for hours watching the transformation that her body was undergoing.

Dale came out from behind the camera and pointed to his crotch. She went over to him and knelt down. She would have preferred having intercourse to giving a blowjob. Giving a blowjob required a lot more activity on her part. Intercourse only required her to lie there like a beached whale while Dale grunted away. Looking up at him in disgust, she asked, "Don't you want to cover me?"

"I'm too tired. I'll just close my eyes," Dale answered. He closed his eyes even as he spoke.

Denise went to work on his cock. It was not a particularly good blowjob since it more closely resembled a handjob with just the head of his cock in her mouth. Dale would have complained about the lackluster performance, but he was just too tired. After a boring six minutes he came in her mouth. She looked up at him and asked, "Anything else?"

"No," Dale answered finding that he was feeling angry. He had just finished a tough day in the office and all he had wanted was a halfway decent blowjob. Instead, she had given him one of the most boring blowjobs of his life.

"I'll see you in the morning," Denise said.

"I've got to get into the office early tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow night," Dale said while turning to leave the basement. He reached the stairs and looked back at her. In a quiet voice, he said, "You need to learn a little empathy."

"What the hell does that mean?" Denise asked.

"Never mind," Dale replied. He was too tired to argue with her.

"Oh," Denise said watching him leave. Her first day at home alone with Dale had turned out to be quite different than she had thought it would be. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stared across the cold basement. She thought about the two conversations that she had with the overweight women.



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Chapter 13


Day 120 Wednesday

After a leisurely breakfast that was not preceded by a demand for sex, Denise made her way to the office. She hoped to get an early start on the document and take a long lunch. Her clothes were getting a little loose and she had decided that a quick lunchtime shopping trip was in order.

She had just settled into her chair when her boss, Karen, stopped by her cubicle. Karen said, "I had a call last night from Business Software Components that we are to stop all work on the user manual."

Looking up at Karen in surprise, Denise asked, "Why?"

"They have some big problem over there and want us to stop working on the manual. I've got a meeting with the owner later this morning," Karen said.

"Oh. What am I supposed to work on instead?" Denise asked. She had known that Dale had some problem at the office, but she didn't think it had anything to do with her work.

"Take the morning off," Karen answered. She didn't want to assign Karen to anything else until she found out what the problem was.

"Well, I was planning on taking a long lunch to get some shopping done," Denise said with a frown.

"Good," Karen said with a smile.

"Is there anything else?" Denise asked.

Karen looked at Denise for a moment and then said, "I realize that I'm your boss and that your private life is your business, but I've been concerned about you."

"Why," Denise asked.

Karen bit her lower lip for a second before answering, "You've lost quite a bit of weight over the past few months. Now most women would really be excited about that, but you aren't. You've been very quiet about it. I just want to make sure that everything is all right. You aren't sick or anything, are you?"

"No," Denise answered.

"Have you been to a doctor for a checkup?" Karen asked.

"There's no need for me to visit a doctor," Denise answered. She wondered if a doctor would be able to tell just how sexually active she had been lately.

"Are you on any special diet?" Karen asked.

"Not really," Denise answered shaking her head. She didn't consider how she was eating to be any special kind of diet.

Karen frowned as she considered the possibilities. It seemed to her that it was possible Denise was purging after meals. She could also be using diet pills or, more accurately, misusing diet pills. She said, "I know that whatever is happening in your private life isn't affecting your work, but I'm concerned about you. Would you go to a doctor and get a thorough checkup, please?"

Denise shook her head and said, "Actually, I'm in better shape now than I've ever been. I've been exercising."

"Are you saying that you've lost all of that weight through exercise?" Karen asked.

"I guess," Denise answered looking away as the stray thought came to her that maybe semen was some sort of weight loss substance. She almost laughed at the idea.

"What's so funny?" Karen asked wondering at the first flash of mirth that she'd seen Denise exhibit in almost six months.

"Nothing," Denise answered. She looked at Karen and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"

Karen recognized a dismissal when she heard one. Denise wasn't going to tell her what was bothering her. She said, "No. I guess I better get ready for my meeting."

Glad that the questioning was over, Denise packed up her stuff and headed towards the exit. Karen's questions had upset her more than she had realized at the time. It was obvious that Karen recognized that something was going on in her life, but Denise knew that she had no real idea just how bad things were. How could she explain that she had become a whore? It wasn't possible.

Denise spent three hours shopping for new outfits. Susan had been correct when she had said that the choices among clothes became greater the more weight she lost. It was almost intoxicating to see the variety of clothes that now fit her. She left with only two outfits, but they were nicer than anything that she had worn in years.

Returning to the office was almost painful, but she went in anyway. She had barely entered the office when one of her co-workers said, "Karen wants you to join her in the large conference room. She's there with a customer."

"Who?" Denise asked.

"Dale Speers."

Denise groaned on hearing the name. She couldn't believe that he was there. With a heavy heart, she walked down the hallway to the large conference room. Outside she paused to collect herself. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and entered the room. Karen was seated to one side of the conference table. Across the table from her, Dale and a very attractive woman were seated side by side. Ignoring the woman, Denise said, "Hello, Dale."

Dale stared at Denise in shock. He had known that she worked there, but not that she was the writer assigned to his project. The attractive woman looked over at Dale with a puzzled expression. In a lifetime of knowing Dale, she'd never seen him thrown off balance like that. She leaned over and whispered, "Who is she?"

In a whisper, Dale answered, "She's in my program."

"How far along?" Claire asked looking over at Denise. She could see that Denise was still a fat woman and that didn't bode well for Dale.

"Four months," Dale answered.

The woman laughed and said, "Well, big brother. I've warned you that this could happen one day. What are you going to do now?"

"Who are you?" Denise asked looking at the woman.

"I'm Dale's little sister," the woman answered with a smile.

"You're Michelle?"

The woman laughed and answered, "No. Michelle is our big sister. I'm Claire."

"Oh," Denise said.

Surprised by the topic of the quick exchange between Denise and Claire, Karen asked, "Do you and Dale know each other?"

"Yes," Dale answered looking across the table at Denise, "We know each other."

"Perhaps I should handle this," Claire said putting a hand on Dale's arm.

Denise folder her arms and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Claire answered, "Yes, there is a problem. It appears that the version of the program that was sent over for you to document was the wrong one. The user manual you've been working on is trash. We need you to start over with the correct version."

"So what is the big deal?" Denise asked looked over at Karen.

Karen answered, "They can't change the deadline."

Denise snorted and said, "It is impossible."

Dale said, "We wanted to offer you a substantial bonus if you'd complete the work on time."

Denise laughed at the suggestion that Dale would try to give her money and said, "A bonus? You are going to offer me a bonus?"

Claire said, "Dale, let me handle this."

Grinning at Dale, Denise said, "Oh no. I'd just love to negotiate a bonus with Dale."

"What would you want?" Claire asked.

"I want to finish the program without having to pay the price," Denise said.

Dale shook his head and shouted, "No!"

Claire said, "I know my big brother and I know about the program. What you want isn't possible."

Wondering how she had been cut out of the conversation, Karen asked, "What program? What are you three talking about?"

Still irritated by the previous discussion with Karen, Denise said, "I'm negotiating my bonus. I have a few issues with Dale and I'm negotiating to resolve the one that bugs me the most."

She jotted a note on her pad to ask about the program. Karen could just imagine a major customer leaving because one of her employees had a problem with them. She said, "Denise, they were talking about offering you an all expense paid week vacation on a tropical island with a guest of your choice."

"That's exactly what I'm negotiating for. I want a vacation from Dale," Denise answered.

"Don't involve your personal life in business," Karen said sharply.

Ignoring Karen, Claire said, "Here's what we'll offer. He'll continue the program during the time you are working on the project without requiring you to pay for it."

"That's not good enough," Denise replied, "Add six months to that."

"No way," Dale said with a groan. There was no way that he was going to survive seven months without constant sex.

"That's not possible. How about two weeks?" Claire said.

Five weeks without sex was still too much. Dale said, "I'll go crazy by then."

"Shut up, Dale," Claire said with a smile.

"You know me," Dale said, "I'll never last that long."

"Yes you will, big brother," Claire said with a laugh. She had grown up with an oversexed brother and sister. In fact, everyone in the family was oversexed. She had listened to the pair masturbate almost constantly through their teenage years. Her parents had gone at it three and four times a day. It was so bad that they didn't even try to hide it. She understood; she had the same kind of sex drive.

"No I won't," Dale said.

Denise had weighed her options and decided that it was about the best deal she was going to get. She smiled at Dale and said, "I accept that offer."

"I can't accept that," Dale said looking over at his sister.

"Yes you can, big brother," Claire said. She smiled and said, "I'll find someone to help you out for that time."

"You better," Dale said with a frown.

Denise asked, "Is it a deal?"

"Yes," Claire said.

"Yes," Dale said glaring at his sister.

"Great," Denise said, "I'll get to work as soon as the new program is available."

"It was installed this morning," Dale said.

"Then I'll leave now and get to work. I'll look over the program and see what has to be done. I'll set up a schedule," Denise said thinking that she was going to be spending more than a few nights and weekends working on it.

"Not so fast," Claire said.

"What?" Denise asked surprised by the interruption.

"What?" Karen asked with a frown. She was still trying to piece together the discussion between Denise, Dale, and Claire. She had no clue what Denise had negotiated with Claire and that bothered her. As far as she could tell, it wasn't going to cost her anything.

"I'll be working with you," Claire said.

"I don't understand," Denise said looking at the woman.

Claire explained, "The new version of the program is very different from the version that you have been using. You'll need someone very familiar with it to explain it to you. I'll be working with you."

"Oh," Denise said. Usual practice had her learn the program from one of the engineers and then document it alone.

"I'll be there by your side the whole time," Claire said with a wicked little smile.

"My cubical is a little small for that," Denise said.

Dale said, "You'll be working at my company."

Karen sat up concerned by that little announcement. She hadn't realized that Denise would be working away from the office. It made the whole quality assurance process that much more difficult.

"Oh," Denise said looking over at Dale. She could imagine rubbing her deal in his face occasionally. This was looking better and better.

"Get your stuff together and we'll go over to the office," Claire said.

Deciding that it was time to get some control over the situation, Karen said, "I need to talk to her before she goes off on this assignment. She'll be over there in about an hour."

"Fine," Dale said.

Claire said, "We'll be going now."

"Thank you," Karen said.

There was the usual end of meeting chaos as minor courtesies were exchanged. When Dale and Claire finally left, Karen turned to Denise and asked, "What in the hell happened here?"

"I negotiated a deal with Dale," Denise answered.

Karen frowned and said, "I know that. What I want to know is what the deal was? What in the hell is this program?"

"Dale runs a private program for weight loss. I've been in it for the past four months," Denise answered.

"Tell me about this program," Karen said.

"I can't," Denise replied.

"You can't or you won't?"

"Both," Denise said.

"Mr. Speers is one of our oldest and best clients. Don't ruin the business relationship we have with him. If you do, you'll never work in this industry again," Karen said. The last thing she needed was to have someone who worked for her in some personal relationship with one of her most important clients.

"I understand," Denise said.

"You better," Karen said. She was about to add that if Dale were to ask her for a blowjob that she'd better get down on her knees and give him one, but she bit back the words.

An hour later, Denise walked into the most luxurious office that she had ever seen. The room was huge. A giant conference table capable of seating a dozen people occupied a small corner of the office. The desks, cabinets, and bookshelves were solid wood, the chairs were soft leather, the carpet was an inch thick, and the décor reflected a ton of money. She whistled and asked, "This is where I'll be working?"

"This is my office and you'll work here with me," Claire answered. She had been busy rearranging the accommodations for Denise. Rather than giving her a cubicle, she had decided to have her work in her office.

"It is a gorgeous office," Denise said thinking that after the long days and weekends that it wouldn't look nice for long.

"That door leads to a private bathroom with a shower. That door leads outside," Claire said while gesturing to the appropriate doors.

Denise looked in the bathroom and was shocked by the size of it. Curious, she asked, "Where will you set up the cot?"

"What cot?" Claire asked.

"I'm going to need someplace to nap when I get tired. There's no way that I'm going to be able to finish this whole user manual in three weeks if I can't take an occasional nap to rest the old brain cells," Denise said. She looked over at the couch in the office and decided that she could sleep on it if necessary.

"Oh. You can sleep in one of my apartments. I own the apartment complex next door and have three of them occupied by my servants," Claire replied.

"Servants?"

Claire grinned and said, "My brother isn't the only one with an appetite. Rather than use the program to get sex, I just keep a small stable of willing women over at the apartment. It's easy enough to slip over there a couple of times a day and get my needs satisfied. I've sent one of my girls over to his house to take care of him and you can use her bed."

"One of your girls?" Denise asked thinking that she had misunderstood something.

"I like girls," Claire said shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh," Denise said.

"Don't look at me like that. If you've been in the program for four months, I know that you've licked pussy," Claire said.

Denise turned red at the idea that this woman already knew that about her. She said, "I don't like it."

"You will. All of the women who've gone through Dale's program learn to enjoy it at least a little," Claire said with a knowing smile.

"Enough about that," Denise said, "We've got to get to work."

The two women sat down at the conference table in the office. There were three computers on the table. Two of them had two monitors each. One was hooked up to a cable that came out of the center of the table. Claire sat down at the computer that was hooked up to the cable and started typing. Within a minute, the program was projected onto the wall of the office. It had to be a very expensive projector because the image was crystal clear. Denise shook her head at the thought of working in that office.

After going through the program once, Denise realized just how much work she had ahead of her. The entire program had been changed in a very fundamental way. The original user manual wouldn't even serve as a seed for the new manual. She sighed and stared at the wall wondering if she was going to be able to get through the user manual on time. She wondered if she should have negotiated an extra week without sex.

It was obvious that Claire really understood the program. She guided Denise through it without the slightest stumble. At times, Denise had to tell Claire to slow down. After having worked with the previous version, Denise could see that this version was much more advanced. She shook her head and said, "That's one impressive program."

"Thanks. It was my idea to change it like this," Claire said.

"You're idea? I thought that Dale owned this company," Denise said.

"He does. I joined the firm after I got out of college," Claire said.

"I don't want to sound judgmental, but isn't it usually a bad idea to hire relatives?" Denise said.

"It was the only way he was going to get an MIT grad in the company," Claire answered with a laugh.

Their conversation was interrupted when Dale knocked on the door and then stuck his head in the room. He announced, "Everyone has gone home."

"Good," Claire said, "Lock up the place. I'll use the private door."

Dale shook his head and said, "Remember our agreement."

Thinking that Dale was referring to the agreement to finish on time, Denise said, "I will. You remember yours."

Claire laughed and said, "He was talking to me. I'm not allowed to have any naked women in my office unless the door is locked."

"Oh," Denise said.

"Have fun," Dale said.

"I'll be too busy to have fun," Denise said staring at the projected image on the wall.

Claire laughed and said, "I'll have enough fun for the both of us."

"I'm sure you will," Dale said closing the door. Denise didn't like the sound of that.

Claire said, "My poor brother. He's so old fashioned sometimes. He doesn't approve of having sex in the office. He really gets upset that I get private visitors three times a day."

"Three times a day?" Denise asked.

"Sure. There's the mid-morning lick, lunch time at the Y, and the afternoon spread 'em wide. Speaking of which, I'd say it is about time to have Bambi deliver dinner," Claire said picking up a phone.

"Bambi?" Denise asked wondering if she had wandered into an alternate universe by mistake. No one was actually named Bambi.

Thirty minutes later, Bambi arrived with two covered dishes that contained their dinners. The woman had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had this timid manner that reminded Denise of a deer. At least the name fit the woman.

Denise tried to concentrate on her meal. The food was outstanding, but she was having trouble appreciating it. Bambi was busy pleasuring Claire. The moans and groans from Claire spoiled the mood. She looked over at the desk and could only see Bambi's feet underneath it. Claire had her blouse half open and was twisting her nipples. Denise turned back and stared at the baked swordfish steak on her plate.

When she finished her meal, she looked back over at the desk. Bambi was now seated in the chair totally naked. Claire's feet were visible under the desk. Denise shook her head and said, "I've died and gone to hell."

It seemed like an hour passed before Bambi left. Denise had already returned to work and had outlined the user manual based on the notes that she had taken while Claire had been demonstrating it to her. Claire sat down and said, "That should last me for a couple of hours."

Denise sighed at the idea of working around that all of the time. She said, "I'd like to explain how I'll be working over the next three weeks. I set up a schedule based on what you showed me this afternoon. There's a lot of material here so I'm going to have to work long hours."

"I assumed that," Claire said.

"I'll get here at six in the morning. I'll work four hours and then take a half-hour nap. I'll repeat that through the rest of the day — four hours of work and one half-hour of rest. I'll leave for home about eleven. That pace allows me to work sixteen hour days for a long period of time," Denise said.

"Interesting," Claire said.

"I'd rather sleep on your couch than go over to the apartments next door," Denise said.

"Would you like Bambi to take care of any needs you might have?" Claire asked with a smile.

"No!"

"Just asking," Claire said.

"Don't ask. Don't offer," Denise said.

Claire shook her head and said, "My brother was right. You are a fat woman."

"I don't want to talk about Dale," Denise said turning to the computer.

"Do you mind if I have a movie running on the wall while we're working?" Claire asked.

"I don't mind," Denise said absently. She had already been drawn into the work.

"Great," Claire said. She twiddled with a remote control and a movie was projected on the wall.

Denise looked up and frowned upon seeing the movie. She asked, "Porn?"

"Hey, I like looking at the women," Claire said.

"It has men in it too," Denise said.

"The movies are about the women. The men are just dildos with bodies attached to them," Claire said.



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Chapter 14

Day 137 Saturday

Claire yawned and said, "We're making pretty good progress. I can't believe that you have a draft of it already."

"No thanks to you," Denise snapped. She was extremely tired from working at such a rigorous pace.

"You are really getting cranky," Claire said.

"I'm tired," Denise said.

"I think you're horny," Claire said.

"No!"

"You protest too much," Claire said with a smile.

"No I don't," Denise declared. She made a face and said, "That's the last thing in the world that I want."

"Would you like me to have Bambi come over and relieve your tensions?" Claire asked.

"Don't even joke about that," Denise said shaking her head.

"How about Joye? She might not be as soft and voluptuous as Bambi, but she's got the best tongue I've ever encountered," Claire said enjoying Denise's reaction.

Denise had seen Joye and had disliked the skinny woman almost immediately. She was thin as a rail and had almost no breasts. Half of her body was covered in tattoos. She had wondered what Claire had liked about the woman. She shook her head and replied, "I'm not into women!"

"I bet you'd love to have Dale come in here and take you here on the conference table. I bet you'd like to feel his hard cock sliding in and out of your hot cunt. I bet you long for his strong hands kneading your swollen breasts and playing with your stiff nipples," Claire said making her voice as sexy as possible.

"We've got work to do!"

"She doesn't seem to react negatively to the idea. Maybe I should call Dale and have him come over to give you a nice long fuck on the conference table," Claire said.

Denise stared at Claire wondering if the woman was right. Was she horny? Was that what that uncomfortable uneasy hunger that was eating at her meant? She shook her head discounting the idea. Rather than answer, she said, "I've only got four days to polish this manual into something that is halfway decent."

Claire pointed to the wall and said, "That's one of my favorite porn stars. God, she is so hot."

For seventeen days, Claire had played porno movies on the wall non-stop. Some of the movies were really extreme and showed acts that Denise had thought impossible. Initially, the movies were a complete turn off. She would glance at them and feel repulsed by the action shown. After a while, she became ambivalent about them. She'd glance over at the wall and feel nothing about the actions being performed. A day or so ago, she'd found herself getting interested in an odd scene or two.

The visual distraction of the movies was bad enough, but Claire also had the audio on at a very low volume. Occasionally, the moans and screams of the women rose just enough for Denise to notice. She tried to ignore it all, but Claire insisted on making occasional comments about the action. It was impossible for Denise to ignore Claire particularly when it was obvious that Claire was not all talk. The things she did in that office with her girls was a major distraction. She couldn't believe that any woman was into sex that much.

"Yes, she's hot. Now can we get to work," Denise asked.

"Sure," Claire said.

"I need you to proof-read the first chapter while I perform the steps described in each section of the manual," Denise said.

"What am I looking for? Grammar errors, things that are technically incorrect, or missing things?" Claire asked.

"Yes," Denise answered turning her attention to the computer. She had four days to make sure that every aspect of the manual was accurate. That was the easy part. The hard part was making it easy to find to the information that was desired by a reader who wasn't quite sure what they needed. That was her real skill and was what earned her the good money.

"Okay," Claire said. She brought up the screen and started reading the first chapter very carefully. Realizing that it wasn't going to be easy to convey back to Denise what she found just looking at the screen, she printed up a copy of the chapter. She sat back with pen in hand and started reading.

Denise was finding that assuring that the screenshots that appeared in the manual were identical to those presented by the program was much easier than usual. Normally, she wrote the first few drafts against early versions of the program and would have to update the manual as the developers fixed bugs. Occasionally there were spelling errors in the messages presented by the program and she'd catch them for the programmers to correct. This time she had been working against a nearly finished program and the last minute changes were minor.

She glanced over at Claire and noticed that the young woman was slowly rubbing herself as she read. She shook her head unable to believe what she was seeing. Despite being fixated on sex, Claire was the most impressive mind that she had ever encountered. It seemed to her that Claire knew everything about everything. She understood the programmers, the customers, and the business that all contributed to the program. Working with her when her mind was on business had been a real pleasure. The only reason that she was almost a day ahead of schedule was because of Claire.

Turning back to the task at hand, she worked through the morning making minor updates to the various chapters of the manual. As she finished a chapter, she handed it over to Claire to have her check it out. This was the one of the most critical steps in the process. Technical errors at this stage would not be caught later. Once this walk through of using the program was over, she'd spend the rest of her time making sure that the language was right and striving for 'stupid simple' clarity.

She finished a chapter and turned to Claire to let her know that she was done with it only to find Claire studying her. Surprised, she asked, "What?"

"You're pretty damned good at this," Claire said.

"Thanks," Denise replied wondering what had sparked that comment.

"I'm serious. I've read hundreds of manuals in my career, but this is really good. It is hard to believe that you've done this in less than three weeks," Claire said taping the stack of papers in front of her.

"We've still got a long way to go. I've got to do a final copy edit, generate the table of contents and the index, and then format the pages to camera ready quality. Then there is the final read through and quality check," Denise said. She sighed and looked at the clock. She said, "I hope there is enough time."

Claire studied Denise thinking that her brother had no idea just how disciplined the woman was when it came to work. If she were able to translate that discipline over to her personal life she'd be a very successful person. She recognized that Denise wasn't completely undisciplined in her life, but she didn't take care of the details in the same way that she did her work.

She had noticed early on that when Denise worked she demonstrated good posture. She sat at the computer in a proper fashion. As soon as she stopped working though, Denise would slouch down. She didn't take care of her personal appearance. It wasn't that she was sloppy; it was just that her hair wasn't styled right, her clothes didn't fit in a flattering manner, her makeup didn't advertise her features well, and she moved like she was ashamed of herself. Dale called that kind of behavior being a fat person.

Claire had never spent much time with one of Dale's projects to truly understand what he was accomplishing with the women. Having spent so much time with Denise, she wondered how Dale would ever manage to extract the characteristics that would turn her into a truly attractive woman. She tried to imagine what Denise would look like after losing a bit more weight and decided that she would be a very attractive woman. She began to understand why her brother and sister pursued the program. The end result would be a very interesting fuck.

The conversation died when Denise returned to work and Claire's thoughts drifted in the direction of sex. Denise finished going through the manuscript about the time that Claire ordered lunch. She had worked through her normal nap and decided to take a short rest before lunch.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, Denise had just reached the couch when a new woman arrived with lunch. She deduced that this had to be the third woman of Claire's personal stable who had been spending her time with Dale's needs. She was a tall blond woman that looked like a fashion model. Claire introduced her, "This is Candy. Everyone loves Candy because she's so sweet."

"Oh God," Denise said unable to believe how Claire had introduced the woman.

Candy smiled at the introduction and asked, "Would you like a taste of my honey pot?"

"No thank you," Denise said rolling her eyes. She wondered where Claire had managed to find this woman.

"I'd love to," Claire said while starting to remove her clothes.

"Keep the noise down, I've got to get some rest," Denise said irritated at what was about to happen. The huge office had shrunk over the past seventeen days. Despite herself, she watched Candy strip. The woman was drop dead gorgeous with a perfect body. Shaking her head, Denise settled on the couch and tried to sleep through the noise of the two women having sex.

The seventeen days of activity finally caught up with Denise and she fell into a deep sleep that lasted almost three hours. She had strange sexual dreams that were snapshots of the sex acts from the movies, Claire's activities, and memories of times spent with Dale. She woke with a start just before she was about to have an orgasm in her dream. She sat up on the couch as if trying to distance herself from the dream.

Claire was seated at the conference table watching her with a smile. She said, "It sounded like you were having a good dream there."

"No," Denise said sharply; she was feeling a little disconcerted by the dreams. Never in her life had she had those kinds of dreams.

"I think someone is really horny," Claire said with a smile. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt.

"I'm not horny," Denise said noticing that Claire was not wearing any underwear.

"Did you know that you were rubbing yourself while you were sleeping?"

"No I wasn't," Denise said in a near shout. There was no way that could be true.

"You don't have to be embarrassed by it," Claire said. She watched Denise shift around nervously.

"I'm not embarrassed by something that I wasn't doing," Denise said.

Claire smiled at the reply and said, "So you say."

After glancing over at the clock, Denise realized how long she had been asleep. Her bad mood was not improved upon realizing how much work time she had lost. She said, "I can't believe how much I slept. Why didn't you wake me?"

"I didn't want to spoil your sexy dreams. You were moving around on that couch like you were the queen bee at an orgy," Claire answered. She laughed at the horrified look on Denise's face.

"I don't know who is worse, you or Dale."

"Michelle has the biggest sex drive of the three of us. She regularly has three of her geeks in her program and a dozen regulars on the side. She went into real estate because it gave her lots of time to take relief breaks," Claire said.

"All three of you are perverts," Denise said.

Laughing, Claire said, "Mom says that we have super sex drives because we are descendants of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs."

"There's no such thing," Denise said frowning.

"Maybe, maybe not," Claire replied with a grin. She leaned forward and said, "Promise me that you'll come visit me when you finish the program. I'm going to want a little taste of Dale's creation."

Denise was about to respond when there was a knock on the door. Dale stuck his head in the office and asked, "How are things going in here?"

"We're on schedule," Denise answered jumping directly into work mode.

"She's horny," Claire said.

"Jesus, give it a rest with that already," Denise snapped. She wanted to take the other woman by the neck and squeeze.

"I was about to head over to Candy's apartment. Would you like to come with me, Denise?" Dale asked with a grin.

"God no!"

"How many times a day were you doing her?" Claire asked.

"Three or so," Dale answered. Claire raised an eyebrow. At her look of disbelief, he added, "Susan was around, too."

"Her mouth may be denying it, but her body is definitely missing all that activity," Claire said nodding her head.

"We'll see," Dale said looking over at his sister with a smile.

"You are both perverts," Denise groused.

Dale said, "We aren't perverts. Everyone in our family just have high sex drives."

"Why don't you just fuck each other and leave poor innocent people out of your sick games?" Denise asked.

"Oh God. I'm not having sex with my brother. That's sick," Claire said.

"None of us are into incest," Dale said glaring at Denise. He was clearly offended by the suggestion.

"Sorry," Denise said.

"I'm going over to visit Candy. I'll be back in an hour," Dale said.

When the door closed, Claire said, "You sure pissed him off."

"For what? Suggesting the obvious solution to your sick sex drives," Denise asked.

"I'm not into men," Claire said crossing her arms. She shook her head and said, "Believe what you want, but we are moral people."

"Right," Denise said.

"You'll see," Claire said.

Denise sighed and asked, "Did Candy leave anything for me to eat?"

"Yeah, there's a sandwich here on the conference table," Claire answered.

Denise went over to the conference table and spotted the sandwich wrapped in butcher paper. She opened the wrapper and looked at the sandwich. It was a huge roast beef sub with Swiss cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. She shook her head at the idea of how many calories were probably in the sandwich, but took a bite anyway. It was a very good sandwich. She said, "Good sandwich. Where'd Candy get it?"

"She made it," Claire answered. Smiling, she added, "She's really a sweet woman."

Denise rolled her eyes and took another bite out of her sandwich. She looked over at the wall and noticed the porno movie. A woman was taking on five men at once. One was underneath her while she was riding his cock, another man was kneeling behind her and taking her in the ass, a third man was getting his cock sucked, and two men were getting hand jobs. She stared at the scene amazed that anyone could do that.

Claire noticed Denise staring at the video. After a minute passed without Denise's eyes leaving the video, Claire said, "You like that, huh?"

"No. I just find it incredible that anyone could possibly do that," Denise answered tearing her eyes away from the action with great difficulty.

"Come on, be honest. The idea of taking on five men gets you wet between the legs," Claire said.

"No it doesn't," Denise said. She looked over at Claire and said, "I don't like sex."

Claire burst out in laughter at the suggestion that anyone didn't like sex. She felt that people might lie to themselves about not liking it, but deep down they enjoyed it when it was done well. She said, "You're funny."

Denise didn't answer. She turned her attention to the sandwich. Before she knew it, she was taking the last bite. Either she was a lot hungrier than had thought or the conversation had upset her more than she realized. Not wanting to discuss sex any more, she said, "I'll go through your comments and incorporate them in the document. There isn't anything for you to do so you might as well go over and visit with Joye or Bambi."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily. I'll have Bambi come over for a visit," Claire said.

It was too much for Denise. She shouted, "I don't want to listen to you fucking! Get out of here if you're going to fuck her!"

Claire said, "Are you sure you aren't horny?"

"Positive!"

Moving over to the door, Claire said, "I swear, you are acting like you definitely need a good solid fucking."

"Get out!"

Claire left the office by the side door and closed it. Leaning against the closed door, she said, "You can say what you want little girl, but you're so horny that you can't stand it. You'll be begging Dale to bang you when you get home tonight and I'm going to tell Candy to make sure that he's in no shape to do it. By the time I'm done with you you're going to rape him."

Denise stood up and paced around the office. She was bothered by the constant reminders of sex. Working with Claire was worse than living with Dale. Dale demanded sex frequently, but between encounters there was little mention of it. The constant sex comments by Claire were getting on her nerves. She wondered why Claire was talking like that all of the time. She stopped her pacing and frowned when a thought crossed her mind. Furious, she said, "That bitch. She's doing this on purpose. If she didn't know that I was in the program with Dale, she wouldn't be doing any of this. She'd be a proper businesswoman and I'd never know what she was really like."

Outraged, she stomped around the room. She felt like throwing something, but one look at the expensive décor quickly changed her mind. There was no way that she could afford to replace any of those items. She said, "She's been playing me like a fiddle."

After pacing around the office for fifteen minutes, Denise took a seat on the couch. She stared across the room at the video that was playing. The volume was low, but the moans and groans of the actress were still easily heard. She watched the woman giving head to some over- endowed star. With tears in her eyes, she said, "The problem is that it is working. I don't think I've ever felt like this."

She was tempted to take care of the problem with a quick session of masturbation, but resisted on general principles. It felt to her that giving in to her desires would be a form of submitting to Claire. It took a few minutes, but she collected herself enough to return to work. Glancing down at the notes in the margin of the papers that Claire had made, she said, "She's scary smart."

The afternoon passed with Denise making minor editorial changes to the manuscript. The time seemed to drag past, but the work was completed before Claire or Dale returned to the office. Denise took the opportunity to generate a table of contents.

The software made it a minor task, but all that meant was the headings and the page numbers were assembled and formatted. She had to go through the headings to make sure that there they consistent in wording throughout the document. It was one of those minor details that created a lot of work, but was essential to producing a good manual. Once that was done, she had to go through the whole document and make sure that each heading actually showed up in the table of contents. She'd been embarrassed by that failure once.

The telephone rang and she decided to answer it considering that it might be Claire. Her guess was confirmed when Claire said, "Hello. This is Claire. Candy has made a real sit-down dinner. We figured that would be a nice break from all of the luke-warm dinners that you've been eating."

Looking over at the work she had just finished, Denise considered the impact that a major break would have on her schedule. The long nap, the arguments, and the time spent pacing around the room had eaten up more time than she had to spare. Against her better judgment, she said, "Okay."

"Go out the side door and head over to the apartment complex. I'll meet you outside," Claire said.

"Okay," Denise said.

After hanging up the phone, Denise stared at the video playing on the wall. Two women were sharing come; passing the stuff between them with kisses. She shook her head and asked, "How many fucking fucking videos does she have?"

Five minutes later she entered a nicely furnished apartment. Claire said, "I provide this apartment for Candy. We decorated it together. I'd describe all of the fun we had, but you don't want to hear all of those juicy details."

"Oh," Denise said. Seeing the apartment, she felt could see why Candy might accept the trade of sex for a place to live. At one time she would have immediately labeled Candy a whore, but the thought died in light of the exchange she was making to lose weight. She noticed familiar sounds coming from an adjacent room.

Claire led Denise into the next room. Confirming the source of sounds that she had heard, she found Dale and Candy in the middle of sex. They were going at it doggy style. Although she hadn't entered the room, Claire said, "It looks like there will be a few minutes of delay before dinner is served."

"Right," Denise said watching Candy's rather substantial breasts swinging while Dale thrust into her. After staring at the couple for several seconds, Denise realized that she had been envying Candy. Angry at herself, she turned away looking for something safe to look at to distract her. She found a painting and pretended to study it.

Claire had seen the emotions flash across Denise's face. She smiled and went into the kitchen leaving Denise alone with the rutting couple. Not realizing that Claire was gone, Denise stood facing the painting unable to ignore the sounds of the activities behind her. She crossed her arms and waited for the sounds of the couple finishing. It seemed like an hour passed, but it was actually a few minutes.

When things quieted down, she turned around. Candy was lying on the floor with come seeping from her cunt. Denise stared as the woman reached between her legs and gathered the come on her fingers. She shuddered when the woman stuck her fingers in her mouth. She realized that if it hadn't been for the deal she had struck with Dale, that the odds were good that he would have asked her to eat the come out of Candy. She muttered, "Thank God for small miracles."

Dinner was a wonderful spread with steaks, potatoes, and steamed vegetables. Everyone else had wine with their meal, but Denise declined the wine in light of the fact that she was going to return to work after the meal. Claire said, "We don't get to eat together very often, big brother."

"That's true," Dale said.

"Why is that?" Denise asked.

Claire answered, "I'm not going to visit his house."

"I'm not going to visit her house," Dale answered.

"Why not?"

"House rules," Dale answered, "There's no way that I'll follow her house rules."

"I'm not walking around naked in his house," Claire said with a look of disgust on her face.

"What are your house rules, Claire?"

Claire answered, "Any man that comes for a visit has to strip and have his arms bound behind his back."

"She doesn't trust men to accept that no means no," Candy said with a smile.

"I thought you didn't like men. Why would you invite them over?" Denise asked.

Claire answered, "I don't like men, but some of the women that I enjoy insist on having their husband or boyfriend present. He has to sit there and watch with his hands cuffed behind his back. They look so miserable unable to rub their erections while watching their wife or girlfriend getting it on with another woman. Poor guy doesn't get relief until I'm done with the woman."

"Oh," Denise said looking at Claire surprised. That was one of the cruelest things she had ever heard.

"I must admit that I enjoy their misery a little too much," Claire said with an evil smile.

"You can be a cold woman," Dale said shaking his head.

"My fears are justified," Claire said pointedly.

Dale sighed and said, "I know. You should have castrated that bastard."

Denise listened to the exchange wondering what had happened. She was about to ask when Dale crossed his silverware on the plate to signal that he was finished eating. Candy disappeared under the table. She nearly dropped her fork when she heard Candy say, "Don't worry Dale. I'll just suck on it until it gets nice and hard."

"You're going to kill me," Dale said leaning back in his chair.

Denise looked down at the steamed carrot and speared it with her fork. She was going to finish the meal regardless of what was happening across the table from her. She finished the meal before Candy managed to finish Dale. Standing up, she announced, "I need to get back to work."

"I'll go with you," Claire said.

They were almost to the side door to Claire's office when Claire said, "I think I'll load some of the bondage videos. Candy loves bondage. She just drips when I restrain her."

"Why are you telling me that?" Denise asked.

"She's taking care of Dale's needs in exchange for a weekend of bondage. She's going to make sure that Dale can't make any demands on another woman by keeping his balls drained dry," Claire answered.

"Oh," Denise said thinking that if Candy wanted to have someone tie her up for a while that maybe she was getting a bit more out of the deal with Claire than just a nice place to live.

"Of course, that means that Dale wouldn't be able to satisfy you even if you begged him," Claire said. She ran a hand down Denise's back and then cupped her ass. Grinning, she said, "You'd never beg him to take care of your needs, right?"

"Right," Denise said jumping away from the hand that had grabbed her ass.

Claire said, "Poor you."

"Why?"

"After all of that sex, Candy is going to cut him off the last day of your deal. She's going to make sure that no one touches his cock for the whole day. I imagine that he'll be ready to throw you down and ravage you the minute your deal with him is over," Claire said.

"Oh my," Denise said feeling her heart beating in her chest. She wasn't sure if the prospect frightened her or aroused her.



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Chapter 15


Day 141 Wednesday

Denise had worked through the night on the manual. Using a checklist that she had generated to make sure that she didn't miss a single detail, she went over the manual with a fine toothed comb. She checked each entry in the index, she read each page for spelling and grammatical errors, and she made sure that each figure was correct and captioned. Satisfied that it was finally complete, she made a backup of the manual and sent a copy to Dale and Karen.

Once Dale was satisfied with the manual, he would tell Karen to send it off to the publisher. Until then, she would just wait until she heard from him that he was satisfied with it. She sat back in her chair and stared at the video playing on the wall. In her half conscious state, she couldn't have told anyone what was going on in the video. The images just burned their way into her brain bypassing the filters that she had erected.

Claire entered the office and looked over at Denise. The young woman looked like she was in pretty sad shape. Her clothes were wrinkled, her stare was vacant, and she was slumped in her seat as if sitting up was just too much effort. Denise's eyes closed and her head sagged forward.

Letting the young woman sleep, Claire went over to her desk and read over the manual. Despite the fact that she was sure that it was okay, she followed the corporate policy of giving it a final review before releasing it for publication. One of the things that she hated as a technologist was getting a manual with an errata sheet filled with corrections. She always lost the sheet and then would find that she was burned by an error in the manual later.

The manual was one of the best that she'd ever read. The entire manual was structured according to the kinds of things that users needed. One glance at the table of contents and the user would be able to turn to the right page to get their questions answered. Shaking her head, she said, "This is a work of art. I almost feel guilty for giving her such a hard time."

Taping on the keyboard, she sent an email to Dale telling him to make the call to Karen. She added that she was very impressed with Denise's work. It was not the first email that Dale received voicing that compliment. He had sent out the last draft to the engineers to check for technical accuracy and they had all praised the quality of the manual.

The manual was for a software system that was being delivered to a large company. They had included a clause in the contract that he would have to pay for any delays in its delivery. The foul up with the user manual had threatened to cost him a fortune. The fact of the matter was that he'd have been willing to accept even a bad user manual than lose the money. He was overjoyed that he didn't have to go that route. He picked up the phone and made the call to Karen.

When Claire received the reply from Dale, she went over to Denise and woke her. She said, "You can go home. Dale talked to Karen."

"I need to go to the office," Denise said wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"I'd head home if I were you. You're exhausted," Claire said gently.

Denise shook her head and said, "I'll head by the office and make sure there aren't any problems. You never know when a printer will have a problem with a manuscript."

"It has been nice working with you," Claire said.

Glancing over at the video playing on the wall, Denise said, "Same here. If the engineers that got sent over knew as much about the product as you do, my job would be a thousand times easier."

"This was my baby. I had to know everything about it," Claire said with a smile. She had a feeling that a number of companies would want tailored versions of this program for their use. It was a major leap forward in business software.

"I guess I can understand that," Denise said rising from her chair. She looked down at her clothes and said, "I guess they'll understand if I don't change clothes."

"Take a shower before you leave," Claire said gesturing to the private bathroom.

"That's a good idea," Denise said.

It was early in the afternoon by the time Denise walked into her office. She had already learned that the user manual had been sent to the printer that morning. Her part was delivered and her job was done. To say that she was exhausted would be an understatement. She hadn't taken an hour off once over the past three weeks. It had been physically and mentally grueling. Even worse, she felt emotionally raw after all of the talk about sex. She was looking forward to sitting in her cubicle and staring at the monitor without the moans and groans of sex in the background.

Karen stuck her head out of her office on hearing someone greet her. Seeing that Denise had arrived, she stepped out of her office and went over to Denise. Smiling, she said, "I just finished reading the manual. It looks great. Mr. Speers was very impressed with your work."

"Okay," Denise said trying to work up as much positive energy as she could and failing miserably.

"You look exhausted," Karen said taking stock of the disheveled appearance of her employee.

"I am," Denise said.

Considering that Mr. Speers had sent over a significant bonus for having finished the manual on time, Karen said, "Why don't you take the rest of the week off?"

Although two days of comp time did not begin to cover the three weekends that Denise had worked, she was too tired to point it out. Nodding her head, she said, "Okay. I'll see you Monday."

"Good job," Karen said.

"Thanks," Denise said. She was tired enough that further pleasantries would have been wasted. She turned and left the office heading towards home and her bed in the basement.

Upon arriving at home, she looked around the house. She wanted to head straight to bed and catch up on her sleep, but there was this restless edginess inside that let her know that getting in bed now would be a waste of time. She wandered around the house trying to make sense of what she was feeling. She didn't have a name for that feeling and it confused her.

When she passed by the whirlpool she said, "I bet that will help me relax."

Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she was out of her clothes and in the whirlpool. She adjusted the setting for the strongest action and leaned back. Although she wanted to deny that it was accidental, she found that spot where one of the water jets was aimed in just the right place.

The orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train. If anyone had been in the house they would have heard the scream that came from her mouth. Three weeks of frustration had been released in five seconds. A second orgasm hit her before she had even recovered from the first one. This was even stronger now that her defenses were down.

She slipped off the seat and her head went under the water. Thrashing around, she managed to get her head above the surface without swallowing any of the water. Taking deep breaths, she turned so that the jet had no chance of hitting her. Recovering a bit, she said, "Jesus. What in the hell was that?"

A shiver of fear shot through her and she asked, "Is that what all of this is about?"

Her legs didn't want to cooperate, but she managed to climb out of the whirlpool. Sitting on the edge of the platform that surrounded the whirlpool, she reached over to the nearby shelf and grabbed a towel. She was still breathing hard and her body was flushed. Staggered, she said, "I'm doomed."

It was a long trip to the basement. She kept feeling like her legs were going to give out on her any second. She descended the stairs holding onto the rail for support wondering if that was a normal reaction to an orgasm. She'd never felt anything so strongly in her entire life. Having experienced it once, she knew that she'd want to experience it again. The idea sent a shiver down her spine.

She collapsed on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. She hadn't even taken the time to cover herself with a sheet. Her sleep was filled with erotic dreams. Scenes from the videos that had played non-stop in Claire's office came and went in flashes. Memories of Susan and Dale having sex in front of her rose from her subconscious along with images of Claire and Bambi. Lustful desires that had long been buried woke.

Denise woke to a dark basement lit by a small nightlight halfway across the room. It was just bright enough to make her way to the light switch. Driven by her bladder, she rose from bed and made her way to the bathroom. Flipping the switch turned on the light. The sudden brightness of the room nearly blinded her. She sat on the porcelain throne. As her bladder emptied her thoughts returned to the episode in the whirlpool.

Now that her desires had been unleashed, her body was more than willing to tell her what she wanted. Surprising her, the one thing her body wanted more than anything else was food. She realized that she had not eaten since breakfast. Based on the darkness of the basement, she guessed that it was night. A glance at the clock revealed that it was just a few minutes before ten.

She made her way upstairs in search of something to eat. She entered the living room to find Dale and Candy watching an erotic movie on the large screen television. He was wearing a robe that was open in the front. Candy, consistent with the rules of the house, was naked. Her hand was in Dale's crotch, but his cock wasn't reacting to the occasional strokes that she was giving it.

Hearing Denise enter the living room, Dale looked over at her and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I am, but I'm hungry enough to eat a horse," Denise said. She didn't notice at the time that there were no concerns about how many calories she would be consuming.

"Let me fix you something to eat," Candy said.

"Thanks," Denise said appreciating the offer. She took a seat on one of the living room chairs and looked over at the television. A blond starlet was giving head to an oversized cock. She wondered if most guys were hung like that. It seemed to her that all of the men in those movies had foot long cocks.

Dale said, "You're really good at your job. I was really worried that we'd be late with our release, but you caught us up to the schedule."

"It was a lot of work," Denise said.

Nodding his head, Dale knew about working hard. When he had started the software company he had spent months living in small office working non-stop on the program that launched his company. The only times he had left the office was to shower at the YMCA, to eat at a nearby diner, and to take care of a single program participant. The program had been a success, but selling it had required months of traveling from business to business installing it and providing support for it. He had done all of that alone and it had meant long workdays with little sleep. He said, "You impressed Claire and that is not easy to do."

"She's a smart woman," Denise said. She didn't mention that she was pathologically driven by sex.

Dale said, "She's the smartest of us."

"Oh," Denise said.

Candy returned with a plate of finger foods for Denise to eat. It wasn't much; just a few fresh vegetables, cubes of cheese, and some folded lunchmeats. She handed the plate and a napkin to her. With a friendly smile, she said, "This is little something to take the edge off your hunger while I cook some real food for you."

"You're cooking?" Denise asked.

"There's a nice chicken breast that I saved for you in the refrigerator. I found an old recipe and I think you'll like it," Candy said. She looked down at Dale's crotch and saw that his cock was still resting from their last workout. Smiling, she said, "It'll be ready in thirty minutes."

"Thanks, but you don't have to go to all that trouble," Denise said.

"It is no trouble. I like cooking," Candy said.

Denise watched Candy walking away. The little worm of lust caused her to check out Candy's body. Claire's words about everyone liking Candy returned to her unbidden. She shook her head trying to get those thoughts out of mind; she wasn't into women. Her eyes settled on Dale's cock. She said, "All of the men in those movies have huge cocks."

Surprised at the topic of conversation, Dale said, "All of the women have huge breasts. They are hired because they all represent extremes. Real people are much more moderately equipped."

"Oh," Denise said taking a bite out of a tomato wedge. The juices ran down her chin and she wiped it with the napkin.

"You aren't becoming a size queen, are you?" Dale asked.

Her first reaction was that his comment was a veiled insult about her weight. It took her a second to realize what he meant and she answered, "No. I was just curious."

"Curiosity got the cat laid," Dale said with a smile.

The edginess that she had felt upon returning home threatened to return. Denise changed the topic, "I have the rest of the week off."

"Good. I suggested that to Karen after you delivered the manual this morning," Dale said.

"Thanks. I guess I was a little more tired than I thought," Denise said.

"Susan is visiting tomorrow. You might want to go with her and check out her new apartment," Dale said.

"That would be nice," Denise said. The busy three weeks had driven the fact that Susan had moved away from her mind.

"I thought that you might want to rest for the next few days. We'll return to your exercise program this weekend with half your normal workout and let you build back up to where you were. There's no sense killing yourself," Dale said.

"I hadn't even thought about it," Denise said. She had her picture taken every night, but hadn't been working out. She popped a cube of cheese in her mouth. There was a touch of Jalapeno pepper in the cheese and the sudden spiciness of it surprised her.

"Well, I've been worried about you. Long hours like that aren't healthy," Dale said.

It was at that moment that it dawned on Denise that Dale had been taking care of her in little ways over the past three weeks. Someone had been making her bed every day and washing her clothes each week. She remembered that breakfast had appeared on the table like magic every morning. She realized that she didn't know if it was Dale or Candy who had been doing those little things. She said, "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Don't worry about it," Dale said.

Denise looked down at her plate and realized that it was empty. She barely recalled eating anything off of it. She said, "I must have been hungrier than I thought."

"It's normal," Dale said. She had lost too much weight over the past three weeks and he was working to fatten her up a little. It wasn't healthy to lose weight too quickly. Her skin tone looked horrible. He'd have to get the cream out and start treating her to nightly massages with it again. It dawned on him that it wouldn't be that good of an idea for him to do it. He'd be tempted to violate his agreement. He decided that Candy would have to do that until the deal was over.

Denise didn't want to think about food at the moment. She turned and watched the video for a minute. The blond actress was now getting fucked by the actor in the missionary position. The false moans of excitement had no effect on Denise. Listening to Susan, Claire, Joye, Bambi, and Candy shouting their pleasure had drilled into her brain what women really sounded like when they were coming.

She closed her eyes and her head dropped as she started to fall asleep. For a few seconds, she experienced a short erotic dream and then she snapped awake. Dale said, "You're still tired."

"Yes," Denise said.

"We'll take your picture after dinner and then you can head back to bed," Dale said.

"Sounds good," Denise said.

Dale sighed and said, "The weather is getting cooler. We won't be able to use the pool much longer. You might want to spend the next few days enjoying it while you can."

"Summer is almost over," Denise said wondering how the season had passed so quickly when it seemed like every day had dragged past.

"It is September already," Dale said.

"You're right," Denise said realizing that she had lost all track of time over the past three weeks.

"Summer is my favorite time of year. I can golf, swim, and enjoy the yard. Fall has nice colors, but the weather has too much variability to be able to make plans. Winter is long and cold. I don't handle cold too well. Spring is better, but there is just too much rain," Dale said.

"I like winter. I like waking up in bed feeling nice and toasty knowing that the room is cold. That few minutes in the morning is my favorite time of day," Denise said.

"Really?"

Denise nodded her head and said, "The only bad part is knowing that I have to get out of bed. On weekends I used to lay there for an hour before climbing out of bed."

"Sounds comfy," Dale said. He'd make sure that she got the occasional late morning in bed when the weather turned colder. Of course, it wouldn't mean much since he kept the house warm since women weren't allowed clothes in the house.

"Yes," Denise said. She looked down at the plate wishing that there had been a few more items on it.

Candy came out and said, "It'll be ready in five minutes. If you want to wash up before dinner, I suggest that you go now."

"Okay," Denise said rising from her chair. She walked away without thinking about the fact that she was walking around naked. Maybe it was the fact that she was still tired, but more likely it was that she had become used to that kind of behavior. Regardless of the reason, her nudity didn't seem to bother her anymore.

She entered the dining room and looked at the meal spread out for her. There was a nice piece of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans on the plate. A hard roll was on a little plate next to the large plate. There was a bottle of wine and a filled glass of wine there too. Looking over at Candy, she asked, "How did you manage this in half an hour?"

"The breading for the chicken was already prepared and it was nothing to get the chicken ready for cooking. Unfortunately, the potatoes are instant. Sorry about that," Candy said with an apologetic expression on her face. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead serving someone instant mashed potatoes.

"Don't apologize. It looks wonderful," Denise said.

Smiling brightly, Candy said, "Enjoy your meal."

"I will," Denise said taking her seat. She took a bite of the chicken and moaned in pleasure. This had to be the best fried chicken she had ever eaten. She looked over to thank Candy, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. The sudden sound of humming from under the table announced the woman's location. Denise looked over at Dale and saw that he was sitting back with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

Shaking her head, Denise returned to the business of filling her stomach. She could almost believe the comment about Dale and Claire being descendants of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs. Unaware of what she was doing, she rubbed her thighs together while eating. Candy finished Dale before Denise finished her meal.

Candy appeared from under the table with a grin. She had seen Denise's reaction to the situation from under the table. She asked, "How's the meal?"

"Great," Denise answered.

Candy reached over and refilled the glass of wine. Smiling, she said, "Drink up. It will help you sleep tonight."

"I doubt I need much help in that department," Denise said while reaching out for her wine glass.

"I've got a slice of apple pie for desert. It won't be warm, but I think you'll like it," Candy said.

"You really enjoy cooking, don't you?" Denise said.

Nodding her head, Candy said, "I guess I'm a Hedonist. I really enjoy the pleasures of life. I just love food, sex, wine, and dancing."

"Oh," Denise said. She had heard the term before, but didn't think she had ever met anyone who saw themselves in that manner. She said, "I don't think I've ever met a Hedonist before. Is that some kind of religion?"

Candy laughed and said, "It used to be philosophy for living life if I remember correctly."

"Oh," Denise said.

Candy took a seat at the table across from Denise. Dale and Claire had told her a lot about the overweight woman. Although she had encountered a lot of women like Denise, she was still confused by them. She didn't understand why anyone would suppress the ability to appreciate pleasure when she so willing gave herself over to it. She couldn't understand how any woman could let her world shrink to a self involved place of despair and self-hate.

Denise finished her wine and gave a satisfied sigh. She said, "That was a wonderful meal."

Dale asked, "Are you ready to have your picture taken?"

"Yes," Denise answered. She rose from the table a little unsteady on her feet. Puzzled, she glanced over at the bottle of wine and realized that it was almost empty. She didn't remember refilling her glass and then realized that Candy had been topping off the glass throughout the meal. She commented, "Oh, I'm a little tipsy."

"That's all right," Candy said moving around the table to help her walk.

"Thanks," Denise said.

"My pleasure," Candy said.

Dale led the way down to the basement. It took Denise a few seconds to get posed. She jumped when the flash went off as her picture was taken. Candy helped her over to the bed.

Dale moved over to the bed holding a jar of cream. He said, "This is some skin cream. Would you mind giving her a full body massage with it, Candy?"

"With pleasure," Candy said.

"Oh," Denise said looking over at the jar of cream.

Candy took the jar of cream from Dale and watched as he left the basement. She turned to Denise and said, "Roll over on your stomach and I'll start massaging your back."

"Okay."

With long sure strokes, Candy applied the cream to Denise's back. She then moved into a very professional massage. Her fingers sought out each tight muscle and coaxed it to relax. Denise moaned in pleasure as the woman worked on her body. The back massage ended with feather light strokes that ran the full length of her body. Candy said, "Turn over."

Denise rolled over and Candy looked down at the results of her efforts so far. Denise's nipples were hard and tight. There were juices seeping from her pussy. Candy smiled and started rubbing the cream across the other woman's breasts. Whenever she brushed the nipples, Denise's hips rose just the slightest bit. She massaged the neck, shoulders, and arms with practiced effect.

As she worked, Candy said, "I was so lucky to find Claire. I was working as a massage therapist in an upscale spa and she was one of my customers. I was making lousy money, but I loved the work. Occasionally, I'd get a customer that really enjoyed the whole massage experience and wanted more. None of them were more into it than Claire.

"When she made the offer for me to live in her apartment, I jumped at it. She promised me as much sex as I could stand. I thought that she underestimated how just much I enjoyed sex, but I was wrong. She knew and knew that she needed more than what I could give her. I would have been jealous of Joye and Bambi, but I've come to appreciate them.

"I never thought I would be so happy being a kept woman, particularly when I'm being kept by a woman. The fact is that I'm happier now than I've ever been. Claire seems to know just what makes me tick and she gives it to me.

"She's a scientist, you know. I think scientists are really special."

Denise mumbled acknowledgement that she heard, but her attention was on the magic fingers moving across her body. Candy said, "I hope that you come to appreciate all of this one day. I find it sad that you've cut yourself off from so much pleasure. I really can't imagine living like you. It must be a very dreary life that you lead."

Candy stopped talking. She ran her fingers over the woman's body with soft strokes intended to wake up nerves that had been lulled to sleep. She smiled in satisfaction at the reaction of the body beneath her fingers. She lived to give and receive pleasure.

Denise stiffened when the feather light strokes settled on her pussy. Rather than argue, she just went with the flow discovering that the stream of sensations led to a very gentle orgasm. Rather than waking her, it drove her to sleep.

Rising from the bed, Candy looked down at the sleeping woman. She smiled and said, "Claire would be upset if she was to learn of this, but it will be our little secret. She wants you nice and horny by the time your agreement with Dale comes to an end."

Denise didn't hear or answer. She was already off in a dream world filled with erotic images. She slept through most of the night waking around three in the morning. The dream she had been having was of Susan above her with Dale's cock plunging in and out of the pussy that was inches from her eyes. Shocking herself, she realized that her hand was between her legs. The sheets were soaked beneath her. Dismayed, she asked, "What is happening to me?"



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Chapter 16


Day 142 Thursday

The hours of sleep had left Denise groggy rather than energized. She struggled to get out of bed in order to perform her morning activities in the bathroom. When she had satisfied her body's morning needs, she climbed the stairs to get something to eat. She had just opened the door when Candy appeared in front of her. Handing her a glass of orange juice, Candy said, "Drink this. It will make you feel better."

"How'd you know that I was up?" Denise asked accepting the very large glass of juice.

Candy laughed and said, "I heard the toilet flush."

"Oh," Denise said. She took a sip of the orange juice.

Candy took Denise by the arm and led her to the backyard. Pointing to a chair, she said, "Why don't you wait here while I fix a little breakfast for you? I think a little time in the morning sun will do you some good."

"Thanks," Denise said feeling like she was some kind of patient.

"I'll be right back," Candy said returning to the house.

Denise sat back in the chair feeling the warm rays of the sun caressing her body. It felt good to just sit there. She looked down at her body noticing that the roll of fat that had been her ever present companion had turned into a bulge of fat. She wondered when that had happened. She was still wondering about that when Candy returned with a plate of silver dollar pancakes. Handing the plate over to Denise she said, "I just love silver dollar pancakes with powdered sugar. I roll them up and just eat them with my fingers."

"They look good," Denise said. She wondered how Candy managed to stay so slim when she seemed to eat so much.

"I hope you enjoy them," Candy said taking a seat on one of the patio chairs. She stretched and said, "God, I love the sun. My idea of heaven is a chair on a sandy beach somewhere and being surrounded by horny men and women who will fuck me on demand. Of course, there would have to be lots of music, dancing, food, and drink too. I can't live on sex alone."

"You really enjoy sex that much?" Denise asked. She took a bite out of a pancake and waited to hear the young woman's answer.

"There's nothing better. It is the only time I know of when you can selfishly receive pleasure and selflessly give pleasure simultaneously," Candy answered.

Denise looked over at Candy surprised by her answer. She'd never heard anyone describe sex in that manner. She'd heard women describe it as a wifely duty. She'd heard women libbers describe it as an act of degradation. She said, "Your whole life is focused around pleasure?"

"What else is there worth focusing on? Drudgery?"

Denise asked, "How about making some sort of positive contribution to the world?"

"I do that," Candy answered.

"How?"

Candy leaned over and said, "I'm not an educated woman. To be quite frank, I'm not very smart and barely got through high school. I'm not a brave woman. I faint at the sight of blood. I can't draw a picture to save my life. I can't write a story to entertain people. I can't do great things like you, Claire, or Dale. Claire says that you are a great writer and that you might write a great novel one day. Claire is a brilliant scientist and creates things that help people. Dale is a great businessman who provides a living for over a hundred people. All three of you do things that contribute to the world. I can't do any of those things.

"The one thing that I do know how to do is give pleasure. I can ease the burdens and stresses that more capable people feel so that they can achieve great things. There is no one better at it than me. My contribution to the world is that I make it possible for great people to achieve great things."

"Wow," Denise said. She had never thought of anyone viewing giving pleasure to others as their life calling. She was speechless. She wondered a bit about the novel suggestion since that was the first she had ever heard of it.

"I take a lot of pride in that," Candy said. She sat back in her chair and sighed. She looked over at Denise and asked, "Do you want to know what bothers me?"

"What?"

Candy said, "That there is only one woman like me in this world. I sometimes imagine how wonderful it would be if there were more women like me out there. Think of the great scientists working away in their labs. They need someone like me in their life. They need someone to come in while they are tired and need a little pleasure, but they don't have the time to find someone who doesn't want money or time from them. They'll never find me or anyone like me. Maybe with another person like me in their lives, they'd invent even greater things."

"They have wives," Denise said.

Nodding her head, Candy said, "A scientist would be very lucky to have a wife that came into the lab and eased his tensions, but most wives aren't like that."

"Maybe," Denise said.

Candy looked over at Denise and said, "Dale and Claire told me about the program that you are in. I think you might want to find a scientist for a husband. If I understand the program correctly, you'll be a good wife for a scientist."

"You think quite highly of scientists," Denise commented.

"I do. The thought of someone who is that smart just sends chills down my spine. Imagine being able to invent something or discover something new. I think I'd die of pleasure if I could do that," Candy said with a sigh.

"Oh," Denise said.

Candy said, "Getting back to the subject of finding you a husband, you're going to have to check out the men that Michelle has in her program. They are all very brilliant. She says they are nerds and social geeks until after she finishes with them. She turns shy geeks into successful driven men who know their way through the social swamp well enough to accomplish great things."

Thinking about Susan and Chuck, Denise realized that she had never really bothered to learn more about Chuck. She asked, "Why haven't you gone to Michelle?"

"I'm not ready to limit myself to one person yet," Candy answered with a catch in her voice. She turned away so that Denise couldn't see her face.

Denise noticed Candy give a tight little shrug. She asked, "What's the matter?"

"They wouldn't want me anyway. I'm too dumb," Candy said.

Surprising herself, Denise said, "Look at me."

"No."

"Come on, look at me," Denise said.

Slowly, Candy turned to face Denise. There were tears running down her cheeks. Denise said, "You aren't too dumb. I think that any of Michelle's men would be lucky to have you in their life. You are an important part of Claire's life and she's the smartest person I've ever met."

"Thank you, but I know the truth," Candy said. She stood up and ran into the house.

Denise rose to follow. She had just entered the house when there was a knock on the front door. Answering the door was always a problem. It wasn't a good idea for a naked woman to open the door for a stranger. She went over to it and looked through the peephole. Susan was standing at the door. Denise opened the door and said, "Susan! It is great to see you."

"Thanks," Susan said with a smile. After moving out and not hearing anything from Denise for several days, she had gotten worried and called Dale. He had explained about the project at work and how she was working nonstop to get it done on time. She said, "I heard about the project and that you finished it yesterday. I thought we could go shopping or something so I took the day off."

"That would be great. I'd love to see your new apartment, too," Denise said.

Susan entered the house and looked around. She asked, "Is Dale here?"

"No, he's at work," Denise answered with a smile.

"That's good. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to strip while waiting for you to get ready to leave," Denise said.

"I've got to take care of something before I get ready to go," Denise said thinking about Candy.

Shrugging her shoulders, Susan said, "Oh well. I might as well get naked. Rules are rules."

Denise laughed and said, "Rules are rules unless you are able to negotiate a way around them."

"I heard about that. Dale was not very happy," Susan said while removing her blouse.

Denise recalled how Dale had reacted to the deal that Claire had negotiated. It was true that he hadn't been very happy about it at the time. Of course, he seemed perfectly happy with it at the moment. She said, "He's happy enough. Candy is here taking care of his needs."

"Who is Candy?" Susan asked.

"She's one of the women that Dale's sister keeps."

"Michelle is keeping women now?" Susan asked puzzled. As far as she knew, Michelle had no interest in women. Chuck hadn't mentioned any women joining the household.

"His other sister, Claire," Denise answered.

"Oh," Susan answered. She didn't know too much about that sister. She did know that Dale's entire family had libidos that were almost supernatural.

"You might want to talk to Candy. She was telling me about the men that Michelle has in her program. She got upset because she feels that she is too stupid to attract one of them," Denise said.

"She's keeping Dale satisfied?" Susan asked knowing that was nearly an impossible task for one woman alone.

"More than satisfied," Denise answered giving her friend a look that suggested Candy was more than enough to keep Dale happy. She leaned over and said, "Twelve or more times a day."

"Hmm, I think I would enjoy talking to her," Susan said with a smile. It was hard to believe that Dale was able to perform that many times a day, but she'd never seen him unable to get an erection. His recovery time was less than 30 minutes and he was always ready to perform.

An hour later, Denise walked into Susan's apartment and looked around in amazement. Many of the items that had been in her old apartment were still there, but the entire place had a nicer more comfortable feeling. It was tasteful and functional. She said, "Wow, I like what you've done to the place."

"Well, Chuck and I have been decorating it together. He's got a pretty cultured taste for a man," Susan said.

"I'd say," Denise replied. She ran a hand over the soft couch that was facing the large screen television. She couldn't believe the size of the television.

Noticing that Denise was looking at the television, Susan said, "Chuck is really into electronic gadgets. He's going to turn our house into a smart house that is controlled by a computer. It has always been a dream of his."

"That will be interesting," Denise said with images floating in her mind of a rogue computer trying to kill off the occupants.

"When he talks about it you can't help but be drawn into his vision. He works in the area of artificial intelligence. I'm always amazed when he starts talking about what he can make a computer do," Susan said.

"You don't get bored?" Denise asked.

Susan laughed and said, "When I start getting bored, I stick his cock in my mouth. He loses all ability to talk at that point."

"I bet," Denise said shaking her head. She had the image of Candy roaming from one lab to another taking care of scientists by giving them blowjobs. She doubted that it would improve their creativity all that much.

"So how are things going for you?" Susan asked.

"I don't know," Denise answered. The previous day had been very confusing and she hadn't come to grips with the things she had done. Three orgasms in one day was a personal record and represented what she normally had in a year. Never had she experienced anything like what had happened in the whirlpool. She lowered her voice and said, "I've been having dreams."

"What kind of dreams?" Susan asked.

"Dirty dreams," Denise answered. She looked around as if to check that no one could overhear her and said, "I don't know what is wrong with me. It seems that every time I fall asleep I dream about people having sex. I wake up all nervous and everything."

"Really?" Susan asked surprised by the answer. She asked, "Are you horny?"

"I think so," Denise answered.

"You think so? You don't know?"

"I'm feeling things that I've never felt before," Denise admitted.

"Sounds to me like you are horny and your subconscious is telling you how to solve the problem," Susan said looking at her friend. She was almost five months into the program and was exhibiting a major change in attitude.

"I don't know how I feel about that," Denise said.

"Why?"

Denise looked down at the floor and answered, "I'm afraid that I'm going to turn into a slut. I'm already a whore."

"There's nothing wrong with discovering that you have a healthy desire for sex," Susan said. She looked at her friend realizing that there were very subtle changes in how she stood. Something had happened over the past three weeks that had changed her. A huge part of the sullenness that had defined Denise was gone. It had been replaced by a hungry nervousness.

"I'm not sure that it is a healthy desire. My dreams have really been ... wild," Denise said.

"I wouldn't worry about it," Susan said. Knowing Denise, she was confident that what Denise thought was wild was actually pretty tame. Of course, she wasn't aware of what Denise had been watching over the previous three weeks.

Denise looked over at Susan recalling the dream that she had the previous night. She licked her lips and then shook her head trying to get free of the image. She said, "Show me the rest of your apartment."

"Well, this is the living room," Susan said pointing to the room. She turned around and said, "That is the dining area. The kitchen is right next to the dining area."

Denise followed the woman around the small two bedroom apartment. The bedroom was nicely furnished with a feminine feel to it. The other bedroom was furnished as a study. There was already a bookshelf filled with technical books. Denise said, "I take it those books belong to Chuck."

"Yes. He was so excited about being able to get them out of storage. It seems that Michelle doesn't allow her men to bring any technical materials into her house," Susan said with a smile. Michelle wanted the men in her house to focus on keeping her happy. In exchange, she taught them how to deal with women.

"Ah," Denise said.

Susan said, "That's the apartment. I know it is kind of small, but we only plan on staying here for a few months."

"When does Chuck finish his program with Michelle?" Denise asked.

"One week," Susan answered. She looked in the direction of the bedroom and said, "I can't wait for him to move in. I don't think we'll leave the bedroom for a week."

Denise smiled and, in a teasing voice, said, "I'll drop by and rescue you from his clutches."

"Please don't," Susan said. It took her a second to realize that Denise was teasing her. She laughed and said, "I'll give you a call after a couple of months when it will be safe to come over."

"Sure," Denise said.

They left the apartment and headed to the mall. Denise followed Susan around as her friend selected outfits that were far sexier than anything Denise would have picked out for herself. They were in the area of the store relegated to the larger sized women. After looking around, Susan said, "Let's see what they have in the other part of the store."

"Don't be ridiculous," Denise said. She didn't need to experience the humiliation of seeing herself in clothes that were too tight and made her look even fatter.

"There's a lot of overlap between the sizes," Susan said pulling Denise along by the arm.

"No," Denise said putting up token resistance.

Susan managed to get Denise into the part of the store where normal sizes were sold. A nice black and white dress caught her eye and she stopped in front of the rack. After examining the clothes for a second, she grabbed the largest size and said, "Look at this dress. It is you."

"It is too small," Denise said.

"Try it on," Susan said shoving the dress into Denise's hands.

Unwilling to let the dress fall to the floor, Denise grabbed it. Before she knew what was going on, Susan had shoved her in the direction of the changing room. Knowing that she'd never be able to talk Susan out of it, she went into the changing room. A minute later she stared in the mirror and broke out in tears.

Hearing sobs coming from the changing room, Susan called out, "Are you okay in there?"

"Yes," Denise sobbed.

Convinced otherwise, Susan asked, "What's wrong?"

"The dress is too big," Denise answered.

Someone who had not gone through that kind of experience probably would have laughed. Susan understood what Denise was feeling. In a soft voice, she said, "I'll get a smaller one."

"Okay," Denise said still crying.

Susan went over to the rack to get a smaller size. She paused and looked back at the changing room. She remembered the day she bought her first dress out of the normal size section of the store. She had broken down in tears that day. There was something about leaving the whale sale section of the store behind that touched something deep inside her. She took the next smaller size dress off the rack and carried it back to the changing room.

Inside, Denise changed into the smaller dress. The lines of the dress were nice. All in all, it was a very lovely dress. It showed off a very nice cleavage. The dress hugged her curves without making her look fat. She was still a big woman, but she didn't look like a fat woman. The term that came to mind was curvaceous. She found it hard to see as tears continued to stream from her eyes. She opened the door and gestured Susan to come closer. Worried, she looked around before she asked, "How does the dress look?"

"Who cares how it looks? You look great it in," Susan answered with a big smile.

Denise sniffled and said, "Thanks."

"I think that we found your dress," Susan said.

"I think so," Denise said. She wiped her eyes suddenly embarrassed at having cried.

Susan hugged her and said, "I felt the same way the first time I bought a dress in the regular women's section. I cried and cried. Don't worry about it."

"It's just that I haven't bought anything in this part of the store in years," Denise said.

"I know," Susan said. She stepped back and examined Denise. Grinning, she said, "You look hot in that dress."

"It does look good," Denise admitted. She went over to the dreaded three sided mirror and looked at the dress. It did make her look good.

"On that note, let's buy the dress and go out for lunch to celebrate," Susan said.

"That's a great idea," Denise said.

An hour later the two women were in a small café eating lunch. Denise had a nice salad with very little dressing. Susan was eating a wrap. Neither woman had ordered based on calories, but based on what they felt like eating. Susan said, "So tell me about Dale's sister."

"Claire?"

"Yes."

"I guess there are two sides to her that really struck me. She's a very smart woman. I don't mean clever smart, but brainy smart. I'll tell the truth, she's so smart that it is intimidating," Denise said.

"What's the other side?"

"She's a lesbian with a sex drive as strong as Dale's. She thinks, talks, and does sex every minute of the day," Denise answered.

"She's got a high sex drive, huh?"

Denise laughed and said, "High doesn't even begin to describe it. She had porno movies playing the whole time we were working. She played videos for eighteen hours a day for twenty one days straight without showing a single one twice."

"Wow."

"She had women coming over to the office who did her while I was still in the room. Four times a day, if you can believe that," Denise said shaking her head.

"She's as bad as Dale," Susan said.

"Do you know what it is like to work in a room surrounded by sex all day long?"

"No."

Denise was quiet for a minute and then said, "It is seductive."

"What do you mean?"

Denise said, "I would find myself looking over at the video wondering what it felt like to do those things. I know that sounds stupid. Even though I've done a lot of them, I wasn't really doing them. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, it does," Susan said. She was quiet for a minute and then said, "I told you that one day I was about to suck Dale's cock and stopped to really look at it. All of a sudden, the way I was seeing it changed. The head had changed from this weapon that battered the back of my throat to something remarkable. It was soft and smooth. The long shaft was hard with veins that stood out. I was fascinated by its appearance.

"It was attached to a man who felt everything that I did to it. I realized that it was one of the most sensitive parts of his body. I could crush it and he'd be crippled for life. I could make love to it and he'd reach heaven. It was a rather scary thought. I'd never thought about how much power I had over him until that moment.

"I sat there for a minute thinking about what I was about to do. The thought of breaking his cock flashed through my mind. Looking at it though, I just couldn't see myself doing something so horrible to something so amazing.

"I made love to it. I kissed it. I sucked it. I did whatever I could to make it pleasurable. To tell the truth, I lost all track of time. When Dale came, it surprised me. I swallowed it all while still working over the head. I kept it in my mouth sucking lightly on it as it slowly wilted."

"Wow," Denise said.

"The weird thing is that I enjoyed every minute of it. I thrilled each time he moaned knowing that I was the cause of it. I felt powerful each time I brought him to the edge and then backed off causing him to groan in frustration. I played him like a violin and the sounds he made were music to my ears," Susan said.

Denise was quiet and then asked, "What happened once it was over?"

"Dale took off the towel that was covering my head and told me that I was no longer a fat woman," Susan answered.

"I don't understand," Denise said with a puzzled expression on her face. Susan's weight couldn't have changed before and after the sex act. If she had been thin enough to stop being a fat woman, Dale wouldn't have put the towel over her head. She looked at Susan and asked, "Does that mean that our weight affects how we have sex?"

Susan shook her head and said, "It isn't our weight. It is our attitude towards our weight that makes us fat. Fat women have a bad attitude and that affects how they have sex."

"So you're saying that it isn't weight," Denise said.

"I'm saying that the difference between a woman and a fat woman is a matter of attitude. As long as a woman thinks and acts as if she's a fat woman, she'll never be good in bed," Susan said.

Denise shook her head and asked, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I think that you are no longer a fat woman," Susan answered. Seeing the shocked expression on Denise's face, she nodded her head to reinforce her words.



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Chapter 17


Day 155 Wednesday

Dale looked across the breakfast table at Candy and asked, "What do you mean, no?"

"Sorry, I can't do it now. You'll have to wait until later," Candy answered.

"How much later?" Dale asked. He glanced at his watch to see how much time he had before it was necessary to head off to work.

"I don't know. You might have to wait all day," Candy said with a smile. The smile wasn't motivated by what she was doing, but by the reward she would get if she was successful.

"You expect me to wait all day?" Dale asked feeling a little nervous.

"I want you good and excited," Candy answered. She licked her lips seductively.

"I'll take care of you," Denise offered.

Shaking a finger at Denise, Candy said, "You can't break the agreement you have with Dale. As I understand the deal, you two aren't to have any sexual contact until tomorrow."

"That's okay," Denise said.

"No. Dale is a man of his word, aren't you?" Candy said looking at Dale.

"Yes, I am. I made the agreement and I'll stick to it," Dale said. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly time to head to work and there wasn't enough time to get someone over who could take care of his needs. He frowned and said, "Come on, Candy. You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious," Candy said looking him in the eye.

"It has been years since I've gone a morning without a little something to tide me over," Dale said.

"We'll talk about it tonight," Candy said. She smiled and said, "It is time for you to head to work."

Frustrated, Dale asked, "Where's the baby oil? I'll take care of it myself."

"No you won't," Candy said with a smile. Claire had promised her a special treat if she was able to keep Dale from coming all day.

"What do you mean?" Dale asked. His cell phone rang. Irritated at the interruption, he answered it, "What?"

On the other end of the line, Claire said, "We have a problem. One of our customers is here saying that our software has a bug in it that cost him a million dollars. He wants to sue."

"Oh, shit," Dale said. He looked over at Candy. Knowing that he had to get into the office to take care of the problem, he told Claire, "I'm on my way."

"Good," Claire said before hanging up.

Dale stormed out of the house feeling frustrated. Denise watched him go. Turning to Candy, she said, "I would have taken care of him."

"I'm not going to let you near him," Candy said with a wicked little smile.

Frowning, Denise asked, "Why not?"

"Claire wants it that way," Candy said.

"What does that mean?" Denise asked.

Candy leaned over and ran a finger around Denise's nipple without quite touching it. She ran the finger down Denise's stomach stopping just before she reached the Promised Land. Denise, without realizing what she was doing, had shifted her hips in an attempt to allow her clit to make contact with the finger. The attempt was unsuccessful and left her yearning for more. Her nipples had turned into hard bullets. Candy whispered in Denise's ear, "She wants both of you to be as horny as possible tomorrow morning."

Denise gasped and screamed, "What?"

"You heard me," Candy said with a smile. She was firmly convinced that tomorrow morning, Dale and Denise would be engaged in the hottest sex session of their lives. She was almost jealous. She probably would have been jealous if she didn't have Claire's promise about what would happen the coming weekend. She shivered in anticipation of what awaited her.

"Why are you doing this?"

Candy answered, "Claire promised that she would tie me up and tease my body for the entire weekend."

"He's going to be an animal," Denise said thinking about how Dale would react to going all day without sex.

"I'm going to watch a porno movie. Do you want to join me?" Candy asked with a grin.

Denise blushed and then stammered, "I've got to get to work."

"Bye, bye," Claire said knowing that Denise was going to have a long day as thoughts about the next day filled her mind.

Denise headed down to the basement to get dressed for work. She was exceptionally horny. The dreams at night had gotten even more explicit. She woke with soaked sheets every morning. Despite masturbating two and three times a day, she was not finding the relief that she sought. The explosive orgasms of that afternoon in the whirlpool stayed just out of reach. With each day that passed she found that her thoughts became more focused on sex. It had reached the point where it was unbearable.

Dragging herself to work, Denise sat at her cubicle staring at the computer screen. She had a very simple manual to write and was days ahead of schedule. It wasn't even a proper manual, but a set of web pages. After years of producing printed manuals that looked like books, web pages just didn't convey the same feeling of authority. She felt like something was being lost in the world of technical documentation. She sighed and took another screen shot.

Karen walked past her cubicle and looked in to check on her progress. She asked, "How are you doing?"

"Okay," Denise answered listlessly.

"What's the matter? You look like something is bothering you," Karen said.

"Today is the last day of my deal with Dale," Denise answered.

The reminder of the deal caused Karen to freeze. Never having understood the nature of the deal, Karen didn't know how to react. She said, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry that I ever made that deal," Denise said.

"Why?"

Denise looked around her cubicle and answered, "I can't say."

Deciding that it was time to get to the bottom of the matter, Karen said, "Come into my office."

Denise followed Karen into her office knowing that she was going to have to be very careful about what she said. She could destroy her credibility and Dale's reputation if she told the complete story. There was no good way to explain that she had turned into a whore in order to lose weight and was now turning into a slut with a rampant desire for sex.

Once they were in Karen's office, Karen closed the door and gestured to the chair in front of her desk. She moved around and took her seat behind the desk. Looking over the desk at Denise, she said, "I want you to tell me about your deal with Mr. Speers."

"I can't," Denise said.

Deciding that the only way she was going to get the full story was to threaten Denise with her job, Karen said, "You are jeopardizing my business by having some private deal with my customer. I can't keep you on unless you come clean."

Denise stared at Karen wondering what Dale would do if he knew about this threat. She was pretty confident that it wouldn't turn out good for anyone involved. She'd lose her job, Karen would lose a customer, and Dale would have to find a new source for his product manuals. She said, "Dale is in charge of a private weight loss program. I'm in it at the moment."

"Oh."

Standing up, Denise pointed down at her body and said, "As you can see, it works. It works very well. I'm halfway to my weight goal and I've done it without going on a diet. For the most part, the program has been very easy to follow."

Thinking about Denise's air of depression over the past few months, Karen said, "You haven't appeared to like it so far. You've been moping around sullen and depressed."

"The price to be in the program is very high," Denise said hoping that would satisfy Karen's curiosity.

"Just how high is this price?" Karen asked.

"You can't imagine," Denise said returning to her seat. She looked down at the floor and said, "I can't say more than that."

Karen looked at Denise and considered how much she had contributed to the company. The bonus for that emergency work had been very substantial. She wondered if helping to offset the cost of this program would be tax deductable. She asked, "Can we help cover the cost?"

Denise laughed at the image of a dazed and confused Karen on her knees giving Dale a blowjob. She shook her head and said, "I don't think so."

"So what was the deal you made with him?" Karen asked.

"I made a deal that I wouldn't have to pay for being in the program for five weeks," Denise said.

"Oh, that sounds like a pretty good deal," Karen said.

With her body reminding her of its needs, Denise said, "I'm sorry that I ever made it."

"I don't understand," Karen said thinking that a chance to save some money like that would be good.

"I cheated myself in the deal," Denise said.

"Oh," Karen replied.

Denise glanced across the desk at Karen. She wondered what the woman would look like naked. She wasn't an extremely attractive woman, but many men found her pleasing to the eye. There were worry lines around the eyes that came from nursing a fledgling business for years and the constant concern that something would destroy it.

Karen noticed Denise zone out and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm so horny that I'm half tempted to grab a man off the street and do him right there," Denise answered when the question finally reached her brain.

"What?" Karen screeched. She looked at the overweight woman wondering where that little surprise had come from.

"And Dale won't fuck me until tomorrow," Denise said in a frustrated tone of voice. She bit her lip when she realized what she had said.

"Oh my God," Karen said staring at Denise.

Denise looked over at Karen and came to a decision. The manual was almost done. If she worked a little late that evening, she could finish it. She said, "Now leave me alone. I want to finish this manual today because I don't think I'll be in tomorrow."

"You are having sex with Mr. Speers?" Karen asked still shocked at the revelation. It dawned on her that the price Denise was paying was probably sexual in nature. She didn't know what to think of that. Dale was a handsome man. He was also a very successful business man. Why he would settle for an overweight woman was beyond her. She had wanted him for years.

"No, but I'll be having sex with him tomorrow," Denise said squeezing her legs together.

"Is that the price you are paying?" Karen asked.

Denise didn't answer. She turned to the leave and ignored Karen's repeated calls as she went back to work. Karen was left seated at her desk trying to make sense of Denise's revelations about her best customer. She didn't know what to think about the situation. She did know what she felt about Denise having sex with Dale. She was jealous.

Across town, Dale was stuck in his office dealing with a customer trying to figure out what his problem was. The story the man was telling kept changing. His story seemed to ramble all over the place and nothing made sense. The best that he could figure out was that there was something about how the program had lost track of some sale and that it had caused other programs to fail.

He looked over at his sister. She was getting irritated at the man and that wasn't helping the situation at all. In what was a last ditch effort to salvage the situation, Dale said, "Send us the log files and we'll figure out what happened."

"Okay," the man said, "but I want a solution by midnight. I can't afford to lose a million dollars a day running your program."

"You'll get it," Dale said while rubbing his forehead. He had a splitting headache and was horny as hell.

Smiling at her brother, Claire said, "Dale always keeps his promises."

The man said, "I'll be waiting for your call."

"Okay," Dale said. He wondered if there was enough time for him to call an escort service and get his needs satisfied before tackling the job.

Claire smiled over at Dale and said, "Let's get to work, big brother. We've got a deadline."

"Shit," Dale mumbled under his breath.

Denise sat at her computer working hard to finish the manual. The hours marched by without break. She took twenty minutes off for lunch and had something delivered for supper. It was nearly eight when she finally finished the document. She could proof read it Friday and still get it in well ahead of schedule. The manual looked horrible, but all web manuals looked horrible.

Tired from the long hours spent at the computer, she made her way to her car. Getting behind the steering wheel, she stared off into space thinking about the day to come. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with her boss. She said, "I can't believe that I said that to Karen. She's going to think that I'm a complete slut."

She wondered what would be the long-term consequences of what she had said. She hoped that things wouldn't turn out bad. The program had helped her a lot. Even this early into it, she had begun to understand what Dale was trying to achieve with her. He was freeing her from the being the person she was in the past. All of her negative barriers to success were being broken down. Her inhibitions were shattered and she suspected that sex would never be the same shameful act that it had once been.

His program attacked the strongest and most primitive aspects of a person. Once the walls built around those aspects were demolished, then he started the rebuilding process. She was five months into a sixteen month program and she was on the verge of starting to rebuild. She knew it would be a disaster for her to leave the program now.

"God, I'm so horny that I could die," Denise said. She stuck the key in the ignition switch and started the car. The drive home seemed to take forever despite the fact that there was almost no traffic. Every traffic light was red. She would drive a block and then have wait for the light to change.

She reached the house and noticed that Dale's car was not there. She shook her head and said, "Thirty-five days ago I never wanted to have sex with him again. Now, that's all I can think of. What is the matter with me?"

She made her way into the house. Candy was in the living room watching another video. Denise asked, "Where do you get all of those videos from?"

"Claire orders them on-line. You can now download them directly to your computer. It is rather nice. She's got a huge library. I cut a couple of DVDs with some of my favorite ones. Claire actually had this one custom made," Candy answered gesturing to the television screen.

Denise realized that there was a whole world out there that she knew nothing about. She sat down and asked, "Where's Dale?"

"He's stuck at work," Candy answered with a smile.

"Oh," Denise said. She looked over at the video that was playing. A woman was trussed up in some strange outfit that covered everything except for her orifices and nipples. There was a hole over the mouth area with some kind of circular device stuck in her mouth. A woman (at least Denise guessed it was a woman) was rubbing her lightly between the legs. The woman in the strange outfit was held immobile by restraints, but it was easy to see by the quivers of her body that the touches were exciting her.

"This is so hot," Candy said reaching between her legs.

"You like that?" Denise asked staring at the images. It seemed to her that nothing was happening.

"There's nothing like it," Candy said with a strange glow of excitement in her eyes. The abandonment of all control to another was heady stuff and the trust that had to exist was extreme in the least. It was rare for all of the elements to come together just right, but when it did the result was mind blowing.

Denise stared at the video trying to make sense of the action. The weird thing was that there wasn't all that much action. She turned to look at Candy. Candy was seated there with hard nipples. She kept shifting in her seat; barely able to sit still. She was so excited that it looked like she was vibrating.

Denise couldn't understand why that video got the woman so excited. It all seemed rather stupid to her. The video dragged on for more than an hour with very little happening. Sometimes the bound woman was just left there. Then the other woman would reach over and stroke her. The bound woman would thrash around, but the other woman kept her from reaching an orgasm.

All of a sudden Candy started working her fingers over her clit at a frantic pace. It wasn't long before she was screaming out an orgasm. Denise stared at her wondering what had happened to trigger that reaction. It was only when Candy had calmed down did she realize that the orgasm had occurred in time with the woman in the video.

The telephone rang and Candy rushed off to answer it. After a short exchange, she came back in the living room with her clothes. She smiled and said, "I've got to go."

"What about Dale?" Denise asked.

"Tell him that I got tired of waiting," Candy answered.

"Who was on the phone?" Denise asked.

"That was Claire telling me that Dale was about to leave the office," Candy answered with a grin.

"You've got to stay here," Denise said suddenly afraid of being alone with Dale. She wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself.

"Nope," Candy said.

Before Denise knew it, Candy had slipped on her dress and headed out the door. It was only when Candy had left that she realized that she was still dressed. She got up from the couch and stripped. It was very late and all she'd have time for that evening was her exercises and the photo session before heading to bed. For some reason, she didn't think that she'd get much sleep that night.

She turned and stared at the screen. The bound woman's face was revealed. Shocked, Denise stared at the woman who looked like Candy. The camera changed angle and Denise realized that the woman who had been torturing the bound woman looked just like Claire. She wondered if she had just watched a private video of Candy and Claire. Stunned, she said, "This is so ... I don't know."

The video changed to another scene starring the same two women. Now that more details were shown, she realized that two women weren't Candy and Claire. The resemblance was remarkable, but there were enough differences in features that she knew the truth. Given the similarities and Candy's preference for that kind of sex, it was no wonder that this particular video excited her. She watched as the Claire look-alike slowly bound the Candy look-alike in ropes. She shook her head and said, "This is eerie."

She watched transfixed by the action on the screen trying to make sense of it. It wasn't overtly sexual, but there was a strong sexual component to it. The opening of the front door snapped Denise out of her daze. She turned to watch Dale enter the house.

Looking around nervously, Dale asked, "Where's Candy?"

"She left," Denise said.

Dale practically deflated upon hearing the answer. He was extremely horny and had been looking forward to getting off as soon as he arrived home. He looked down at his wrist watch and saw that it was ten thirty. Frowning, he said, "It is too late to call someone now."

"Maybe Susan can come over," Denise said.

Although he had masturbated three times that day, it had only taken the edge off his need. They had been frantic attempts to ease his need and not the kind of long slow session that actually fulfilled it. Desperate for relief, Dale said, "I'll go make some calls in my office."

"Should I get started on my exercises?" Denise asked figuring that it would probably take a half of an hour or more for him to get someone over.

"My brain has turned to mush. I'm not going to be able to get a woman over here this late," Dale said at the reminder that he had a duty to Denise under the program. He didn't like for the women to exercise without supervision. Bad form could easily become a habit and would cause more damage than good. He said, "I should take care of you first."

"That's okay. I can skip the exercises tonight," Denise said.

Despite the fact that Dale was so horny that he'd fuck a duck if one was handy, he wouldn't let his personal needs get in the way of the program. The long terms rewards more than made up for any short term pains. One of the most important parts of the program was the establishment of the proper habits. The three weeks she had missed exercising had already set her physical development back more than a month. He had seen that she had come back without feeling the need for exercise. He said, "No. Let's go down to the basement."

Down in the basement, Denise put on her sports bra and went through an abbreviated version of the exercise program. It was always hard to start the exercises, but once into it she felt better. After the three week gap in exercise, she had restarted the program at a slower pace to work back up to her regular exercise level. It had been tough the first week back. Fragile habits were easy to break.

While Denise went through the squats, pushups, and sit ups, Dale paced around the basement barely able to look at her. Watching a naked woman exercise in his state was pure torture. It seemed like he was getting an eyeful of her pussy with each exercise. He kept shifting his cock around in his pants trying to get comfortable. He sat down on the exercise bike and covered his head with his hands. He said, "It has been years since I've gone all day without sex."

"Sorry," Denise said puffing while jogging on the treadmill. She was nearing the end of her jog and her breath was starting to get short. She had broken out in a good sweat.

The entire day had been one frustration after another. Dale said, "We spent the whole day tracking down a problem only to discover that there wasn't really a problem. The million dollar sale had been canceled and our software had nothing to do with it."

"Sounds like you had a rough day," Denise said. She suspected that Claire was behind the sudden emergency, but she wasn't willing to tell him that. Considering his current mood, he'd kill Claire and they'd both be in trouble. She wondered what kind of deal she had struck with someone to manufacture a minor crisis like that.

"Horrible," Dale said reaching down to his crotch and squeezing his cock through his pants. It was throbbing with need. He looked over at the clock and said, "It's time to stop jogging."

"I went almost two miles," Denise said looking down at the treadmill readouts. She slowed down to an easy walk. After she had cooled down, she removed the sports bra and set it next to the treadmill for use the next day.

"Good," Dale said, "Let's get your picture taken."

"Sure," Denise said going over to the place and getting in the standard pose.

Dale went over to the camera and looked at the image. It was important to make sure that she stood exactly the same each night so that the animation would be smooth. Once he was satisfied with her pose, he snapped the picture. While Denise was still blinking from the sudden brightness of the flash, he said, "That's it."

"Thank you," Denise said.

Hunched over in an attempt to alleviate the pressures building in his crotch, Dale said, "I'm going upstairs."

"I guess I'll take a shower and get to bed," Denise said.

"I'll see you in the morning," Dale said. He paused for a second and then said, "The deal is over tomorrow morning."

"I know," Denise said feeling her heart beating. Her palms were sweating and it was getting hard to breath. She didn't know if it was anticipation or fear.

"I'll see you in the morning," Dale said.

"You said that before," Denise said with a weak smile.

"Morning. That's in less than seven hours," Dale said glancing down at his watch.

"It is after eleven now," Denise said nodding her head.

"Yeah," Dale said, "I'll see you in the morning."

"You keep saying that," Denise said with a nervous smile.

"That's in almost seven hours," Dale said staring off into space. He didn't know if he could last seven more hours.

Denise watched Dale make his way up the stairs. She shook her head and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She tried to get off while showering, but her body betrayed her. Frustrated, she dried off and headed to bed thinking that it was going to be a long night.

She lay in bed unable to fall asleep. The past five weeks had been a constant reminder of sex. First there had been three weeks of never ending sex films being played on the wall while she worked. It wasn't so much that she consciously paid attention to them, but the action on the wall had slowly drilled through to her subconscious. On top of that were the wild sexual escapades of Claire in the office. They were too loud and obvious to ignore.

The past two weeks had been perhaps even harder. Now that her desires had been awakened, watching Candy and Dale together had added fuel to the fires of desire. Candy clearly and obviously enjoyed sex. She never waited for Dale to initiate the act, but sought him out almost as soon as he was ready to perform.

Candy's discussions about how she viewed sex as a mutual exchange of pleasures had worked their way into Denise's subconscious mind. The defensive walls built by her inhibitions had been breached and slowly crumbled into nothing. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was ready for the final assault. She anticipated it and looked forward to it.

The sounds of Dale pacing around upstairs echoed through the nearly empty basement. Denise thought about getting out of bed and going upstairs, but decided that wouldn't help the situation any. She thought about what would happen in the morning. There was a large element of fear. Despite the fact that Dale had taken her in every orifice she had, she felt like a virgin on her honeymoon. In a few short hours, he'd be down there and she'd be waiting for him.

She closed her eyes thinking that if she pretended to be asleep, that sleep would finally come to her. After ten minutes, she knew that it wasn't going to work. Dale was still pacing around upstairs. She shifted around and wondered what time it was.

It took about an hour, but Denise finally fell asleep. Her dreams were disturbing rather than erotic. She dreamed that Dale came charging down to the basement in the morning and practically raped her. She was screaming no over and over while he pounded into her. She woke covered with sweat and wondered if she had made a major mistake.

It took another half of an hour to fall back asleep. The dreams took a fairy tale romance turn. She was a fair maiden being rescued by Prince Dale. He was dressed in tights and wearing a huge codpiece. The images in the dream were so absurd that she woke laughing. She wondered what time it was.

Lying in bed, she stared up at the darkness above her. Her entire body was tingling. Her cunt was throbbing with need. She tried to return to sleep, but her imagination was working overtime. She tried to think about how he would act in the morning. Would he be so driven by his needs that he wouldn't be able to control himself? Would he last or explode almost immediately? Would she be ready for him?

The last thought that she had before falling asleep was that she was headed into the perfect storm.



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Chapter 18


Day 156 Thursday

Denise woke in the morning feeling tired. She had gotten no more than four hours of sleep through the night. She went over to the small clock and checked out the time. It was five thirty in the morning. Dale would be coming down in thirty minutes. She felt between her legs wondering if she would be wet enough to take him. Her hand came away sopping wet.

She wondered how he would take her. She went into the bathroom and prepared an enema just in case. She doubted that he'd take her in the ass right away, but he'd do it sometime during the morning. She was sure of that.

She finished cleaning her bowels and took a shower. Once she was clean, she dried off. Not having to dress made the early morning ritual a lot quicker. She paced around the basement stopping occasionally to look at the clock. It seemed to her that the time was dragging past.

At two minutes before the hour, she went over to the closet and got down on her hands and knees. She stayed there nervously waiting for him to rush down and take her. She had decided at some point during the night that the first time wasn't going to be all that pleasurable. Dale was driven by his needs and wouldn't look past them until they had abated.

The door to the basement opened and she tensed. Dale called down, "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."

"What?" Denise asked. In none of the scenarios that had gone through her mind the previous night had the idea of starting the morning with breakfast appeared.

"Breakfast will be ready in five minutes," Dale replied.

"You aren't going to fuck me?" Denise asked incredulous.

"Later," Dale said.

Denise climbed up the stairs where Dale was waiting for her. He was wearing a robe. The front of the robe was tented with his erection. She stared at it wondering how he was managing to control his desires. In answer to her unspoken question, Dale said, "Discipline. No matter how strong the need, the only way to truly get it satisfied is with disciplined action. I don't want to destroy what I've built over the past few months by acting without control."

Staring at him, Denise realized that he had an iron will. She sank to her knees and opened his robe. Just before taking his cock in her mouth, she said, "Come for me."

For the first time since she had entered the house, she had reached out to him and gave of herself to satisfy his needs without concern for herself. He looked down at her and saw that she was looking up at him with wide open baby blue eyes filled with a desire to please him. It didn't take two minutes before Dale was emptying his balls into her mouth. She sucked him even after he was spent. He sighed and said, "Thank you."

Easing off his cock, she said, "My pleasure."

"Let's eat. We have a lot to talk about," Dale said feeling relaxed for the first time in more than twenty four hours.

"Okay," Denise said thinking about how much she had enjoyed giving him the blowjob. She wondered what it would be like when the circumstances were better.

Seated at the table, Dale said, "Sometime in the past five weeks, you stopped being a fat woman. I'm not sure when it happened or even why it happened, but I noticed one day that you had made the breakthrough."

"Susan said the same thing," Denise said.

"I wanted your first time as a real woman to be special," Dale said. He was feeling a little guilty about having allowed her to relieve him.

"It was," Denise said. She had watched his reaction to her actions. Maybe it hadn't lasted long, but she had seen that brief moment where he had surrendered to her. Susan's description of the blowjob that had changed her life now made sense. She had felt the power and pleasure of sex.

"After we're done eating, I'd like to take you to the bedroom for a long leisurely session," Dale said. He looked at the clock and sighed. He said, "I fear that we'll have to head for work."

"I took the day off," Denise said.

"You did?" Dale asked surprised by the revelation.

Nodding her head, Denise said, "Yes, I did. I have to admit that I've been looking forward to this."

Dale nodded his head and said, "You definitely aren't a fat woman anymore."

"I know," Denise said. She sighed and said, "I'm not sure what I've become."

"You are still in the process of becoming," Dale said with a smile. The time to start molding her into the woman that she would become had begun. This was the fun part of the program as far as he was concerned.

"I guess," Denise said. She looked around at the dirty dishes and said, "Let me clear the table while you call Claire. She'll want to know that you won't be in work today."

"Okay," Dale said.

Thirty minutes later, Denise entered Dale's bedroom and looked around. It was her first time in that room and she was impressed by the cultured masculine furnishings. It definitely wasn't a bachelor pad. This might not have been her first choice in a fantasy setting, but it was nice.

Dale slipped up behind her and circled her waist with his arms. She leaned back into him feeling the swelling hardness between his legs pressed against her ass. He nibbled on her neck sending little wavelets of pleasure though her body. The thought that this was what it meant for the neck to be an erogenous zone flashed through her mind. She shut off the intellectual part of her brain with a vengeance and surrendered to the feelings.

Dale eased her onto the bed and settled beside her. With soft kisses, he visited every pleasure spot on her body. Some she knew about, but most were amazing discoveries. Her body trembled and she reached out for him. The true dance of erotic pleasure began as she sought the parts of his body that reacted to her touch even as he sought hers.

Hours passed as the foreplay heated up to the grand conclusion. Delirious with pleasure, Denise realized that she was spread wide open with Dale thrusting into her. Her animalistic cries rang through the room. His grunts and groans as he drove his body through the act of love made the song a duet. She came with a roaring in her ears, fireworks exploded in front of her eyes, and her entire body went rigid overloaded with sensation.

Above her, Dale ground his cock into her accepting cunt. The release came from deep within him. His whole body felt it. Not all orgasms deserved the title, La Petite Mort, -- the little death, but this one did. It descended upon him taking away all thoughts and leaving only feelings. He felt helpless in its throes.

He recovered finding that he was laying atop Denise with his full weight. He started to roll off of her, but she said, "Stay there."

He stayed in place but took a little of his weight on his arms. He said, "Thank you."

"Thank you," Denise said. She didn't need to ask if he had enjoyed it. There were no doubts in her mind that they had just finished having the best kind of sex that was humanly possible.

"That was intense," Dale said.

"That was long overdue," Denise said with a satisfied smile.

"Yes," Dale said thinking that he had not expected this day to come for another month or so. Susan who had come from the same background as Denise had been much more resistant to opening up like this. He couldn't help wondering what had been the difference.

"I prepared my ass for you. When you've recovered, I want to you take me there," Denise said. It was hard to get the words out, but she felt a great need to say them.

"Your wish is my desire," Dale said once again surprised by her actions.

"Thank you," Denise said.

"For what?"

"For freeing me," Denise answered.

Forty minutes later, Dale sank his cock in Denise's ass. She pushed back against him accepting the intrusion. The act that had once devastated her had lost all power to cause shame. She participated willingly and enthusiastically. Dale remained gentle, taking her slowly so as not to cause pain. The tightness of her neither passage made him want to just shove it in, but he knew better than to do that. Slow and easy led to the best sex.

The session lasted a long time and finished with him filling her ass with his spend. It was only after finishing that he realized that he had taken her in all three holes before noon. He rolled off of her and then gathered her in his arms. She said, "This is nice."

"Yes, it is," he said in agreement.

They laid there for a few minutes and then Dale said, "Let's take a shower."

"Okay," Denise said despite wanting to savor the moment a little while longer.

"Come on," Dale said releasing her and rising from the bed.

"What?" Denise asked.

"Let's go take a shower," Dale said.

"Together?"

"Of course," Dale answered.

Feeling shy all of a sudden, Denise followed Dale into the bathroom. He had a huge shower that could easily hold three people. There were jets for spraying water distributed across three walls and the ceiling. Denise had seen a shower like that on television once, but the reality of actually standing inside one was overwhelming.

Dale pressed a button and she was suddenly surrounded by a gentle spray of water. It was one of the most sensual things that she had ever experienced in her life. It was like standing in a warm summer rain, but more pleasant. She turned around enjoying the feel of it.

Dale said, "You like it?"

"This is amazing," Denise answered.

Leaving the shower made her realize just how wealthy Dale was to afford things like this. The front of the house which was all that she really had seen demonstrated an understated wealth. His bedroom and the attached bathroom were much less subtle reminders that he was wealthy. There were at least five other rooms that she had never seen during her stay there. She could only imagine what she'd find in them.

Dale led her out of the bedroom and into the living room. Once there, he said, "We'll move you out of the basement this afternoon."

"Okay," Denise said surprised by the statement.

"The basement is for fat women. You aren't a fat woman anymore," Dale said.

"Oh," Denise said.

Dale said, "You'll have Susan's old room."

"Oh," Denise said. After that glorious session that morning, she was a little disappointed that he didn't want her to move into his bedroom.

"Don't be disappointed. You're going to need the privacy that having your own room will provide you," Dale said knowing that it was time to manage her expectations. It was important that she trust him, but he had to make sure that she didn't fall in love with him.

"You're probably right," Denise said.

Dale knew that he was right. He was tempted each time that a woman in the program made that transition away from being a fat woman. The one time he had succumbed to temptation and escalated the relationship had ended with a near disaster. She had grown clingy and tried to manipulate her way through the program. She finished it, but the result had been disappointing in the sense that she had left nursing a small kernel of resentment. Smiling at her, he said, "Let's go out for lunch."

"Okay," Denise said. She had the perfect outfit to wear.

"Great," Dale said, "Go get dressed and I'll meet you at the car."

"Okay," Denise said. She wandered down to the basement and looked around at what had been her room. After living in it for five months, she was shocked at how attached she had become to it. She went over to the closet and pulled out the black and white dress that she had purchased with Susan. It was a little loose when she put it on. In a way, it looked even better loose. The skirt seemed to move more when she walked. The only place that it remained tight was around her bust. Her breasts were squeezed together revealing an inviting bosom.

Satisfied with her attire, she went into the bathroom and applied some makeup. She went through her normal process and then stopped to look at the result. It was a little heavy. She cleaned off her face and went with a lighter gentler look. Pleased with the result, she stepped back and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She not only felt sexy, she felt that she looked sexy.

Happy with the results, she went outside and found Dale waiting by the car. He looked at her and nodded. In a gentle voice, he said, "You look great."

"Thank you," Denise said.

"Men will envy me," Dale said opening the car door for her.

She slid into the luxury car marveling at the interior. She realized that this was the first time that Dale had taken her anywhere in public. The fact that it happened the same day that he had told her that she was no longer a fat woman was not lost upon her. Looking over at her, he asked, "What do you feel like eating? Seafood? French? Italian?"

"Seafood would be fine," Denise answered. She wasn't sure that she could handle spaghetti without ruining her clothes and she'd have no idea what she was eating if it was French.

"Seafood it shall be," Dale said starting the car. As he pulled out of the driveway, he said, "We're going to Don's Seafood Palace. It is a special little place that is in the middle of nowhere. Don't let the appearance of the place bother you, the food inside is outstanding."

"Okay," Denise said. She'd never heard of the place.

Dale drove out of the city towards a little town about a half an hour away. As he pulled into the parking lot, Denise looked at the cars. Just about every expensive car manufactured in the past two years was parked on the dirt parking lot. She asked, "Is this some sort of rich person's secret meeting place?"

Dale laughed and answered, "Not really. Most people can't take the time to drive out here for lunch."

Dale escorted Denise into the little restaurant. It had once been a farm house and the tables were scattered through what had once been the living room, the dining room, and the master bedroom. There were enough seats for about fifty people. Denise looked around rather underwhelmed by the décor. None of the tables matched the other tables. Even the chairs didn't match the tables.

One of the customers spotted Dale and called out, "Hello, Dale. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"Getting by," the man answered.

Dale leaned over to Denise and whispered, "That man was one of Michelle's projects. He now owns a rather successful electronics shop. They make parts for the military."

"Oh," Denise said looking over at the man. She smiled and said, "I'm sure Candy would love to meet him."

"He's taken," Dale said with a smile. When she looked over at him, he explained, "Lucille married him."

"She was one of your women?" Denise asked spotting the attractive woman sitting next to the man.

"That's right," Dale answered steering her in the direction of their table. On reaching the table, Dale said, "Hello, Lucille."

Lucille looked up at Dale and gave him a warm smile. She said, "How are you doing Dale?"

"I'm fine. How are things going for you?"

"Great. Mike just got a major contract and we're celebrating," Lucille answered. She reached under the table and Mike sat up a little straighter.

Denise looked at Lucille recognizing her from the pictures in Dale's office. Dale said, "Denise, this is Lucille and her husband, Mike."

"Nice to meet you," Denise said.

Lucille looked Denise over and knew that she was in the program. She was pretty sure that the woman would recognize her from the pictures in Dale's study. She asked, "How long have you been in the program?"

"Five months," Denise answered knowing that her size let any other woman who had been through the program know exactly why she was with Dale. Neither woman was in a position to be too judgmental of the other. They both knew what women had to do to get through the program.

"I'm impressed. He's taking you out in public already. It took me almost six months to reach that point," Lucille said.

"Thank you," Denise said recognizing Lucille's words as a compliment.

Dale said, "I'm glad things are working out for you and Mike. You're a cute couple."

Mike laughed and said, "She keeps me on my toes."

"I'm sure she does," Dale said.

Mike leaned over and, in a voice that only carried to Dale, said, "Maybe you might let us come over for a visit sometime. Lucille would enjoy seeing you again."

Dale raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'm available any Friday night until I get a new program participant."

Lucille licked her lips and said, "Thanks, Dale. We'll be calling you one day soon."

"I'm looking forward to it," Dale said.

Lucille's hand disappeared under the table and Mike sat up a little straighter. Denise smiled when she realized what was happening. She said, "It's been nice meeting you."

"We'll see you again, I'm sure," Lucille said.

Dale led Denise over to an empty table and pulled out the chair for her. Denise sat down and looked around the room. Once seated, he reached over and pulled out the menus that were stuck in a holder in the center of the table. He handed her one and said, "I almost always get the broiled seafood lunch here. It has a nice variety of fish, scallops, and shrimp. All of their fish is good though."

"The broiled seafood lunch sounds good," Denise said.

Dale glanced over the menu just to make sure there wasn't some special that he wanted more and then closed the menu. He asked, "So how is work?"

Denise frowned and said, "Not too good. I told Karen that I was in a weight loss program that you managed and that our agreement was that I wouldn't have to pay the price for five weeks. It kind of slipped out that I was expecting to have sex with you this morning."

Dale shrugged his shoulders and said, "I wouldn't worry about it. If she gives you too much trouble, invite her over to the house."

"What about the house rules?" Denise asked surprised at his lack of concern.

"She'll live with them if she wants to keep my business," Dale said.

Shocked, Denise asked, "How can you say that?"

"I understand her," Dale answered.

Frowning, Denise tried to figure out what that answer meant. Unable to guess, she said, "You're going to have to explain that to me."

Dale adjusted the sleeves of his sport coat for a second and, as if reciting a psychological study of the woman, said, "Karen Brockwell, age 35, is unmarried. She has an IQ of 136 and won't date a man who is less educated than she is. She has three master degrees; one in education, one in computer science and a MBA. She is smart when it comes to dealing with people within in a business environment, but has problems dealing with people on an intimate level.

"She experimented with women in college and occasionally seeks one out for company to this day. She really prefers men, but has very few dates. Unfortunately, her high standards eliminate most men from consideration. The problem is that her biological clock is ticking down and she's desperate to get married."

"I had no idea," Denise said shocked at how much Dale knew about her boss.

"She's had her sights set on me for a long time," Dale said somewhat apologetically.

"Really?" Denise said.

"I imagine that learning that you were planning on having sex with me this morning probably upset her much more than you are aware," Dale said.

"She's going to fire me," Denise said with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"You're going to invite her over to my house Friday night," Dale said leaning forward. The idea of having a new woman around tickled his libido.

"What are you going to do?"

Smiling at her, Dale said, "I'm going to tell her a few things that she needs to know and what she needs to do to get the kind of man she wants. I know of only one person who collects men that are exactly what Ms. Brockwell is seeking. My sister, Michelle, has three or four men who could sweep her off her feet. Not one of them would stay with her based on how limited her sexual horizons are at the present. She needs a few months of the program to expand those horizons."

"You're kidding?" Denise asked shocked.

"Not at all," Dale said. He looked over at the waiter as he approached the table. As soon as the waiter reached the table, he said, "We'll both take the broiled seafood lunch. I'll have an iced tea."

"I'll take a Diet Coke," Denise said.

The waiter left and Dale turned back to Denise. He said, "You will invite her over, you will explain the rules of the house, and you will tell her what to expect."

"Why me?"

"You told her more than was proper," Dale answered looking her in the eye.

Denise nodded her head. She thought about what happened to Susan the evening she was introduced to the program. She hoped that she wouldn't have to walk around with a come covered face while Karen was at the house. She sighed and said, "Yes, sir."

Dale said, "I also think that my sister had a bit to do with my horrible day yesterday."

"You are probably right," Denise said confident that he was definitely right.

"She's going to pay," Dale said with an evil smile.

"How?" Denise asked curious about what he would do to his sister.

Dale said, "She's going to play a major role in Karen's training."

"Poor Karen," Denise said. Images of Karen trussed up in some sort of bondage outfit flashed through her mind.

Dale said, "Don't feel sorry for Karen. She's going to receive a gift that is of value beyond counting."

"What?"

"Her dream," Dale answered. He looked down at the table top and added, "That is what everyone who goes through the program gets. Dreams cover all kinds of desires: being thin, having a house, having money, finding a husband, and leading a happier life. They are dreams that seem out of reach until the program."

"You believe that?" Dense asked.

Dale nodded his head and said, "Yes I do. That's why I don't feel guilty about charging the price that I charge for my involvement."

Denise was silent for a minute and then said, "It was a price I am willing to pay. Today, I don't feel that it is that high of a price."

"Karen will discover the same thing," Dale said.



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Chapter 19


Day 157 Friday

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm going to have to let you go," Karen said in a tight voice. She wasn't really sure what had motivated her to that action, but once she had decided that it was the right thing to do nothing was going to stop her. She would never admit that a part of it was a small worm of jealousy that Denise had managed to get Dale.

"You might want to reconsider that in light of the invitation that I have been asked to deliver to you," Denise said without batting an eye.

Of all the reactions that she had expected, that was not one of them. Karen stared at Denise open mouthed. Wondering if she had misunderstood, she said, "What did you say?"

"Dale wants you to come over to his house," Denise answered. She licked her lips nervously and said, "He wants you over there around four."

"Is this a business call?"

Denise considered the question for a moment before she answered, "In a way it is."

"What does that mean?"

Denise said, "He mentioned to me that he would cancel all of his contracts with you if you don't show up."

"That's blackmail," Karen said feeling a sick falling sensation in her stomach. She had known the minute that Denise had said that she was having sex with Dale that her business was going to pay the price. She had thought that letting Denise go might reduce the impact, but it appeared that she was too late.

"Should I let him know to expect you?" Denise asked.

Karen sat at her desk considering her options. She couldn't afford to lose Mr. Speers as a customer. He represented almost twenty percent of her business. She looked at Denise and asked, "What does he want of me?"

"He wants to help you," Denise said. Seeing the expression on the other woman's face, she said, "It will take you months to realize just what he's doing for you. After months of hating him, you'll thank him."

"What about you?" Karen said.

Denise shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never really hated him. I hated myself. Now I don't and I thank him for it."

"I'll be there," Karen said curious by what Denise had said.

At four that afternoon, Karen knocked on the front door of Dale's house. There was no answer and she looked around at the secluded front yard wondering what she was supposed to do. Denise pulled up in the drive way and got out of her car. Smiling at Karen, she said, "Sorry, I was running a little late."

"What are you doing here?" Karen asked. Denise had been working at her desk when she had left the office for this meeting with Dale.

"I live here," Denise answered with a weak smile. She wasn't looking forward to the conversation that was about to take place.

"Well, I'm here. Where is he?" Karen asked.

"He'll be here later. Why don't you come in and we'll talk a little," Denise said opening the front door.

Suspicious, Karen followed Denise into the house. Denise stopped in the living room and said, "Have a seat."

"What's with the towels?" Karen asked looking at the stack of towels that was on one end of the couch.

"That's for sitting on," Denise answered wondering when she had stopped noticing them beyond grabbing one automatically when she went to sit down.

"Odd," Karen said taking a seat on the far end of the couch.

Denise said, "I'll be right back."

"Okay," Karen said looking around the room. She was struck by the good taste of the décor. The room spoke of money without being overwhelming. She had a pretty good idea of how much Dale Speers was worth. His company did an average of a hundred million dollars of business a year. He was the major stockholder of the company.

Denise returned ten minutes later carrying a sheet of paper in one hand and a package in the other. She handed the sheet over to Karen who was too busy staring at her to make a comment. Denise said, "Read the rules of the house."

"Why?"

"You'll need to know them if you decide to live here," Denise answered with a smile.

"Why in God's name would I want to live here?" Karen asked unable to get over the fact that Denise was standing in front of her naked as the day she was born.

"I understand that you are looking for husband who is handsome and brilliant," Denise answered while grabbing one of the towels. She put it on a chair and sat down to face Karen.

"What?" Karen asked.

"You know, a father for your child," Denise said.

Karen stood up and said, "Enough of this. I'm out of here."

As Karen made her way to the door, Denise said, "I don't want to threaten you, but if you walk out that door you are going to lose everything you've worked for. You're going to lose all of the dreams you are trying to achieve."

Karen turned to Denise and shouted, "What do you know about me? I'll tell you. You know nothing about me."

"That's probably true, but I know Dale," Denise said calmly. In a way she was surprising herself. A month ago she would have never been this calm when face by such an angry person. She shifted to face Karen and added, "He knows more about you than you can imagine. He'll use everything he knows to achieve his goal."

"What is his goal?" Karen asked.

"To help you," Denise answered with a small apologetic smile.

"I don't believe that for a second. He's scared that I found out that he likes fat women and blackmails them into having sex with him," Karen said. She glared at Denise and said, "He's going to blackmail me into being quiet."

"Actually, Dale doesn't like having sex with fat women. In fact, I'd say that he hates having sex with fat women," Denise replied.

"He's having sex with you," Karen charged.

"That's true. For a long time, he didn't enjoy it. I stopped being a fat woman and that all changed," Denise replied.

"You're nothing but a fat bitch," Karen said crossing her arms.

"I may be overweight, but I'm not a fat woman," Denise answered. There had been a time when Karen's insult would have devastated her. Now it didn't. She smiled and added, "I'm going to ignore the bitch part for the moment. I imagine that from your perspective that I do appear to be acting a little like a bitch."

Karen decided to try another tack and asked, "What does he know about me?"

"He knows an awful lot about you. He knows things about your time in college and your dating habits while you were there," Denise answered.

Afraid of the kind of things that Dale might have found out about her, Karen sagged down and returned to the couch. She looked at the piece of paper and read the rules of the house. She looked over at Denise understanding the depressed state that the woman had been in months earlier. Echoing words that Denise had spoken months earlier, she said, "This is sick."

Denise shrugged her shoulders feeling that she couldn't argue against that assessment. She said, "Those are the rules."

"I'm not going to live by them," Karen said defiantly.

Handing the package she was holding to Karen, she said, "I picked up a swimsuit for you. He's waved one of his rules to a slight degree. You can wear that out by the pool."

"It is too cold to go swimming," Karen said looking at the package that had somehow ended up in her hands.

"You won't be swimming. You and another woman will be seated behind a small partition while Dale introduces me to some men," Denise said.

"What?" Karen asked.

"Dale has erected a little partition in the backyard. Actually it is a little tent. You are to stay there out of sight. He wants you to hear a discussion with some men. If you aren't interested in staying here after that, you can leave once he returns to the house," Denise answered.

"Why should I wear a swim suit if he's not going to see me?" Karen asked.

"Well, he is making an exception for you and another woman. Normally, he'd require that you be naked anywhere on his property that is behind the front door," Denise said. She pointed to the sheet of paper and said, "It is there in the rules."

"If I'm not interested after listening to the conversation, he won't cancel my contracts?" Karen asked hoping to salvage something.

"That's right," Denise said.

"I'll wear it," Karen said.

"Come with me to my room. You can change in there," Denise said. She led the way to her new bedroom.

While Karen changed, Denise sat down in front of the computer. She double clicked the video that documented her weight loss. She could watch it for hours. Karen looked over and asked, "What's that?"

"That's a video of my weight loss," Denise answered.

Karen watched the video documenting the pounds dropping off of Denise. Each time it repeated she was struck by the sudden contrast between the pictures of the thinner Denise with the first picture of her. Denise said, "You can see that he delivers what he promises."

"And all you had to do was to live by his rules," Karen said.

"That's correct," Denise said nodding her head. She understood exactly what Karen was thinking.

"That's sick," Karen said. She held up the bathing suit and stared at it. Dismayed by the minuscule amount of material in it, she said, "I might as well be naked."

"You can go naked," Denise said.

At six o'clock in the evening, Karen was seated in a little tent near the patio. She couldn't see anything outside, but she could hear people moving around. She looked over at the naked woman next to her and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm hoping to meet the man of my dreams," Candy answered with a smile. She tugged at the collar around her neck and then at the stake in the ground wondering why Dale had insisted upon it.

Outside the tent, Denise stood naked while four men followed a very attractive woman around the outside of the house. The woman stopped in front of Dale and asked, "Does my suit meet with your approval?"

"Yes," Dale answered.

"A bathing suit of no more than twenty square inches," Michelle said shaking a finger at her brother.

Dale laughed and said, "I can only bend the rules so far. Twenty square inches sounded almost excessive to me."

"You just want to see your sister naked," Michelle said.

"No," Dale said shaking his head.

"So why would my little brother bend the rules of the house enough for me to come over?"

"You have four men in the program and I have three women searching for handsome, brilliant young men," Dale answered.

"So why not send them over to me like you usually do?" Michelle asked.

"Ah, that is a very good question," Dale said.

"So answer it," Michelle said. She enjoyed dealing with Dale. It was a shame that they couldn't visit more often.

"Well, one of those women happens to be in Claire's harem," Dale answered.

Shocked, Michelle stared at her brother before she burst out laughing. Once she regained control, she asked, "What did she do to you?"

"Oh, she fixed it so that I had to go a whole day without sex," Dale answered.

That was the ultimate sin in their family. Michelle shook her head and said, "Is she still alive?"

"Yes," Dale said.

"How many years has it been since you've gone a whole day without sex?"

Dale answered, "My freshman year in college."

"Jesus," Michelle said. She couldn't believe that their sister had done that to him.

"That was after she had a woman over here taking care of me nine and ten times a day," Dale said.

"Candy?"

"Yes, Candy."

Michelle looked over at the men standing behind her. She smiled and said, "Everyone loves Candy. If you guys play your cards right, one of you might end up married to her. That little lady knows more about the erotic arts than me."

One of the men said, "That's impossible."

"No. Candy is very special. I suspect that once you guys meet her, that only one of you will survive the melee that is going to follow," Michelle said.

"Melee?" Denise asked.

"They are going to be fighting each other tooth and nail," Michelle said. She paused and said, "You know, I might require them to do that nude. A good fight between naked men turns me on."

Dale laughed and said, "The naked young lady standing beside me is the second one. She's a technical writer."

"A technical writer?" Michelle asked rather unimpressed.

Dale smiled and said, "Claire thinks that Denise is going to write a great novel one day. She said that she's never met anyone with such a gift for words. I have to concur with her."

"Hmm," Michelle said turning to look at the men behind her. She said, "You've all met Susan. I think this young lady is going to look a little better than Susan when she finishes Dale's program."

"Yes, Ma'am," one of the men said looking over at Karen. His eyes traveled over her body as if he was removing the fat to see the woman that she would become.

Michelle looked around and said, "You mentioned a third woman."

Nodding his head, Dale said, "The third woman has an IQ in the top two percentile. She owns her own business. She'll be more attractive by the time she finishes the program."

"Where is she?" Michelle asked.

Dale answered, "She hasn't decided if she wants to participate in the program."

"Foolish fat bitch," Michelle said.

"She's not overweight. Her problem is a little different," Dale said.

"Oh? What kind of problem does she have?" Michelle asked curious about why Dale was suddenly branching out in his program goals.

"She's brilliant and won't date anyone who is less intelligent. She occasionally dates women, but prefers men. From what I understand, she needs a little attitude adjustment about her sexuality. She's isn't too inhibited, but she feels ashamed of her urges. One of her boyfriends said that one day she'd be hotter than a firecracker and the next day she'd snap his head off if he touched her. She'd drive anyone of your men crazy until she gets through the program," Dale said. There was a strangled cry from behind the partition.

"That's interesting," Michelle said. Frowning, she asked, "What are you going to do about that?"

"Oh, I'm going to send her over to Claire's for ten days," Dale said with a smile.

"That ought to be interesting," Michelle said with a smile. She looked at her brother and asked, "So why did you want us to come here?"

"I'd just like to interview the young men who will be fighting over three such lovely ladies," Dale said.

"I have the best taste in men of any woman on this planet," Michelle said slightly offended by her brother's answer. She added, "Every man I accept in the program has an IQ in the top one percentile. They are all technically successful in their fields. The only thing holding them back is that they are socially inept. I fix that."

"I know that, but these poor women don't," Dale said trying to look innocent.

"Okay. Talk to them," Michelle said crossing her arms. She studied her brother and realized that he was playing a different kind of game. She had to admit that she was curious about where this was going. Turning to the four men with her, she said, "Answer his questions so that the young ladies will be suitably impressed."

"Yes, Ma'am," one of the men answered.

Gesturing to the large patio table, Dale said, "Let's have a seat around the table while we're talking."

As everyone moved to take seats, Dale turned to Denise and asked, "Would you mind bringing out the food?"

"Yes, Sir," Denise said turning to head into the house. It felt weird to be the only one who was undressed, but she didn't let it get to her.

One of the young men said, "I'll help you."

"Lawrence, are you sure you want to do that?" Michelle asked. They were there to talk to Dale and not to chase after women.

"I think so, Ma'am. Isn't that the polite thing to do?" he answered looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

Recognizing interest when he saw it, Dale smiled and said, "Have fun, you two."

"Lawrence," Michelle said stopping the young man in his tracks.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"She's not dressed. Don't you think it would be appropriate if you offered to undress so that she won't feel so isolated?" Michelle asked.

"The thought had not occurred to me, but you are correct," Lawrence said looking thoughtful as he considered the suggestion. He said, "I'll get undressed."

"You might ask her if that would actually make her feel more comfortable if you undressed. You never know if she would view your nudity as a threat. Remember that," Michelle said waving a finger at him.

Denise followed the exchange shocked at how Michelle talked to the young man. He turned to her and asked, "Would you feel more comfortable if I were undressed?"

"Whatever makes you the most comfortable," Denise answered unsure of how she felt about it.

Lawrence stood there for a moment and then looked over at Michelle. He asked, "What am I supposed to do?"

Michelle rubbed her forehead and asked, "Would you feel more comfortable dressed or undressed?"

"Dressed?"

"Then tell her so," Michelle said. She shook her head and said, "When someone gives you a choice like that, be honest and state your preference. If you think that the choice was offered out of politeness, you can verify that either choice is fine. If you are sure that the choice is truly intended, you can select your real preference. You don't win in a social situation by lying."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lawrence said.

She looked over at Dale and said, "He's new to the program. I'm still training him on the social niceties. He's got a long way to go."

"I understand," Dale said with a smile. He gestured to the man seated nearest to him and said, "Tell me about yourself."

"My name is Robert Carnes. I own a biomed laboratory where we are developing new tests for diseases. Right now I'm trying to develop a five minute test for HIV."

From the nearby enclosure, a female voice said, "Oh my God, he's a scientist. I think I'm going to come."

Michelle looked over at Dale and said, "I assume that is Candy."

"Yes," Dale answered. He gestured to the next man and said, "Tell me about yourself."

"I'm Bill and I graduated from Caltech. I own a small startup company. We're developing some nanostructure devices for detecting trace particles in the atmosphere. There are some Homeland Security applications for our technology. Oh, we've just filed six patents on our inventions."

"Oh God, I'm coming," Candy shouted.

"Jesus, get a hold of yourself!" a second voice said from the enclosure.

Dale broke out in laughter. He hadn't quite believed Denise when she told him about Candy's desire for a scientist. Shaking his head, he said, "Your turn."

Denise and Lawrence came out of the house carrying two trays loaded with finger foods. They set the trays on the table and turned to head back into the house. Dale watched them go with a smile. He had a feeling that Denise had found her man. He turned to the man and gestured for him to talk.

"I'm Albert Dansing. I'm a research scientist at the University working on massive large-scale computing architectures. Right now, we're building a cluster of sixteen thousand computers."

"Get a hold of yourself," came a frustrated voice from the enclosure.

"Robert, what are you looking for in a woman?" Dale asked ignoring the outburst from the small enclosure.

"I'm looking for a partner. I want someone smart and driven. I want to her to work in my field, preferably with me. I want to be able to discuss my work with her," Robert answered.

"How about you, Bill?"

"I guess I want someone who complements me. I'm all technical. I want someone who can give my life a softer touch. I hate to say it, but I want someone to take care of me," Bill answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I'm yours," Candy shouted.

"Albert, how about you?"

Albert was silent for a minute and then answered, "I don't know. Like Robert, I want someone who can talk to me about my work, but I don't want to be in competition with her and I don't want to work with her every day. I'd like someone who is driven, but I'd like her to be interested in raising a family. I know that my wants are contradictory, but I can't help it."

Dale turned to Michelle and said, "Tell me about Lawrence."

"Lawrence, he's a tough one. He's probably the most brilliant of the men that I've ever had in the program. He's working at the University with Albert, but he's got a much more eclectic range of interests. He reads all of the time. He doesn't care what he's reading, just that he's reading," Michelle answered. She looked at her brother and said, "I'm not sure what he's looking for in a woman, but the man is definitely going to keep her happy. He's got a tongue that reminds me of a 220 Volt vibrator."

Denise nearly dropped the tray she was carrying. It took her a moment to recover and set the tray on the table. Lawrence, blushing furiously, placed his tray of drinks on the table. Denise leaned over and asked, "A 220 Volt Vibrator?"

"That's what she says," Lawrence answered. His face was bright red.

"Hmm," Denise said imagining the possibilities. Her nipples got hard.

"Help yourself, ladies and gentlemen," Dale said gesturing to the spread of food. As everyone reached out to load small paper plates with sandwiches, vegetables, cheeses, and fruits, Dale said, "I might want to mention that Candy prepared the spread."

"It looks great," Bill said. He glanced over at the small enclosure and said, "It looks very nice, Candy."

"Oh, God. I want him."

Denise said, "She's got a thing for scientists."

Dale said, "Tell me about your work, Albert."

"Well, my job is to design specialized computers for signal processing, but I've got a small side project that I think will represent a major leap forward for the home computer market. I'm building a new architecture for hardware based on the old N-cube concept. I'm planning on splitting up the kinds of tasks that are commonly performed on a computer among eight processors," Albert said.

"Why eight?"

"Well, one of the big problems in vision and voice processing is CPU power. With a CPU that is sharing the load among a couple of dozen programs, you have a hard time getting enough CPU cycles to perform vision processing and speech recognition. I'd like to dedicate a couple of CPUs to dealing with video and audio inputs."

"That's interesting. Why do that?"

"I want to change the computer into a more human friendly kind of device."

Inside the little tent, Karen listened to Albert talk about his work. She understood the technology and liked his vision for the future. He was definitely smart enough to be of interest to her. She thought about what Dale has said about her. He was far more informed than she thought possible. She wondered how he had tracked down one of her past boyfriends and learned about her sexual mood swings.

Dale said, "You might be interested in knowing that the third woman has three Master's degrees and that one of them is in computer science. If I remember correctly, her Master's thesis was in the area of vision processing."

"Really?" Albert asked sitting up. He said, "Tell me more about her."

Three hours later, a naked Karen was on her knees sucking Dale's cock while Denise watched the lackluster performance. She understood exactly what Karen was feeling.



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Chapter 20


Day 158 Saturday

"Fuck me," Denise shouted. She was on the table with her legs spread wide open. Dale was busy thrusting into her with vigorous driving strokes. Dale would pull back until his cock had almost left her cunt and then drive forward causing Denise to rock back and forth. Although she was still a large woman, she no longer had rolls of fat that moved to and fro.

Karen watched the action from the doorway of the dining room with an open mouth. She couldn't believe Denise. For years the overweight woman had worked for her and had never given a sign that she was such a slut. It was lunch time and this was the second time that day when Denise had sex with Dale.

It was almost painful for Karen to watch the action. She crossed her arms feeling dirty. She couldn't believe that she sucked his cock in front of one of her employees. It didn't matter to her that she hadn't enjoyed doing it. It had been a shameful thing to do. It didn't help that she had accepted it as a symbol of her acceptance of his terms. She wondered if the price was too high. She turned away and marched off.

Dale came with a roar enjoying the newfound enthusiasm that Denise had towards sex. She gave herself over to it with the same kind of willingness possessed by Candy. She wasn't nearly as skilled as Candy, but she made up for it with her attitude.

Denise was enjoying sex for the first time in her life. This wasn't the furtive act of pleasuring herself under the covers of her bed. This wasn't the shame filled sexual liaisons with a man who was fucking a fat woman because nothing better was available. It wasn't even the sex that she gave to obtain something important to her. This was sex that she engaged in for her pleasure without any sense of shame. She had accepted that she was a sexual person and that it felt good.

When Dale pulled out of her, she sat up on the table still breathing heavy. She said, "Wow. It just gets better and better."

Dale looked over at the door and said, "We lost our audience."

"So what?"

Dale laughed and said, "Nothing. She's having second doubts. I'll have her suck me off this afternoon and tonight."

"Are you sure? I'd like to do that," Denise said making an offer that had been impossible five months earlier.

"Don't you have a date with Lawrence?"

"Yes. Larry is coming over," Denise said.

"I think you might want to entertain him in the privacy of your room," Dale said with a smile.

"On the first date?"

Dale laughed and said, "You're forgetting that he's in Michelle's program. He won't think anything wrong about you going at it like bunnies on the first date."

"What does Michelle do in her program?" Denise asked.

"She teaches them how to stop being socially inept nerds. You saw how she explained things to Lawrence yesterday in the backyard," Dale said.

"I did think it was rather unusual," Denise said. Whenever one of the men made a social error, she had immediately corrected him and explained the proper approach to dealing with the situation. She'd never seen anyone do that before.

"She makes them pay for her time by giving her lots of sexual attention. Those guys make it with her two or three times a day," Dale said.

"She has sex eight times a day?" Denise asked.

"At least that many times a day. My big sister is practically insatiable," Dale said. He said, "You'll find that Lawrence will be a little quick to finish, but she'll fix that over time. She's pretty good at teaching the men stamina and skills in bed."

"Your family is kind of weird," Denise said.

Dale laughed and said, "We're descendants of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs. In terms of human sexuality, we have libidos that are well outside the norm, but we've learned to cope."

"You call this coping?" Denise asked.

Dale raised his arms and said, "We'd spend all of our time in bed if we could. We have a cousin who earns her living as a prostitute over in Holland. Her brother died in prison. One of the women he was with cried rape and he was locked up. The frustration was too much for him and after three days he committed suicide."

"Wow," Denise said.

"My aunt was a rather famous swinger. She made the rounds of just about every swinging party in Los Angeles back in the day," Dale said.

"That's amazing," Denise said unable to believe what he was saying.

"I remember as kids going over to my grandparent's house for visits. Half of the time, we'd find them going at it in the living room. It didn't matter that they were in their seventies. Members of my family are driven to have sex. It takes years for us to find someone who has a sex drive and intelligence that can equal ours. When we finally find them, we get married. It has been like that in my family for as long as we can remember," Dale said.

Curious, Denise asked, "So how did you come up with the idea of the program?"

Dale said, "Back when we were in high school, Michelle and I were talking one day about how hard it was to get laid with any kind of regularity. I told her that all of the science geeks that I knew were horny little bastards that couldn't talk to girls. She'd have a field day with them if she'd just teach them how to interact with people. She told me that if I could help the fat girls get thin, that I'd have a harem of devoted slaves. We laughed about it, but the idea for the program was born.

"Well, things kind of escalated from there. Driven by our need to get laid, we worked out the details of our individual programs. We worked harder on setting up the program than we did starting our businesses. I studied every diet plan in the world and came to the conclusion that it was just a matter of eating a balanced diet in moderation and exercise. She studied every book on behavioral modification that she could find. I helped her understand the male participants and she helped me understand the woman.

"The program worked and it worked a whole lot better than we imagined. By the end of my sophomore year in high school, I was getting sex two and three times a day from five different girls. The other guys in school were lucky if they got laid three times in their entire high school career."

"I'm pretty sure that the fat girls in high school weren't all that easy to convince that they would have to have sex with you as a condition of being in the program," Denise said.

Dale said, "For the first few girls, it was more promissory than pay as you go. It didn't take me long to realize that wasn't a viable strategy. However, as one program participant talked the next one into joining the process became a whole lot smoother."

"Oh," Denise said. She could see how Susan would have been able to talk her into it back in high school when they'd really been miserable and still dreamed of a Prince Charming coming to rescue them.

"I continued with the program through college and developed it further. Not only did I help the women lose weight, I also helped them develop a lot more self-esteem. The young women graduated college a thousand times more confident and the vast majority of them have gone on to become very successful in their chosen fields. The pictures on the wall are of the most recent program participants. I've had almost fifty women go through the program."

"Why do you have the pictures in your study?"

Dale said, "Well, one day I realized that I was forgetting the women who had gone through the program. I decided that it would be nice to take their pictures to have something to remember them by. As computers became more common, I added the time-lapse movies of their progress. Michelle and I work hard to make sure that we keep our promises.

"I'm ashamed to say that my family hasn't always been all that nice about how they've gone about getting sex. More than a few members have blackmailed their way into some victim's bed. Michelle and I have always felt that our approach was a lot more ethical. At least we deliver on our promises."

"What about Claire?"

"Claire just pays her women to live with her. She can afford to do that. She's wealthier than Michelle and I combined. I guess that is a reasonable solution when you can afford it," Dale answered.

"You're kidding? She's that rich?"

Dale nodded his head and said, "She patented a couple of ideas while still in college. She made a lot of money out of them."

"I didn't realize that," Denise said.

Dale smiled and said, "Stupidity and a high libido is not a combination that bodes well for survival."

"I never thought about that," Denise said.

Dale said, "My family tree is pruned quite regularly. The ones who survive are usually the smartest of the bunch."

"Wow," Denise said.

Dale said, "You might have noticed that we have a very strong incest taboo."

"I kind of noticed that," Denise said.

Dale said, "Let me tell you that it was very hard growing up with two horny sisters without having sex with them, particularly when I was driven to sex as much as I am. After a few days without getting laid, I'd be climbing the walls. Mom and Dad beat us to an inch of our lives if we even touched each other in the most casual manner. If they had to leave the house for any period of time, they'd lock me in my room just to make sure that nothing happened."

"I would think it would be the easiest solution," Denise said feeling a little sick even making the suggestion.

Dale said, "Any child produced as a result of an incestuous relationship within my family tree has been an absolute monster. In the previous generation there was one who raped and killed fifteen girls over a three day period. He was only fourteen. He isn't the worst example. I don't even like to think about what some of them did."

Denise said, "You have a very weird family tree."

"I guess you could say that," Dale said with a short laugh.

"So you're sending Karen over to Claire for ten days," Denise said. She was curious what Dale hoped to accomplish by that.

"That's right. Karen needs to face her control issues and I can't think of anyone better at that than Claire," Dale said. He smiled and said, "Karen will be trussed up faster than a pig at a barbecue. Twenty four hours a day of erotic video coupled with nearly constant sexual teasing will have her facing her sexuality head on. Can you imagine what she'll feel like after ten days of being touched and petted? If I know Claire, Karen won't experience even a single orgasm until she's delivered back to me."

"No, I can't," Denise said with a shiver. She couldn't imagine such a thing happening to someone.

"Claire once kept a woman on the verge of coming for five straight days. It was a most amazing demonstration of control that I've ever heard of," Dale said with a smile. The poor woman had been frantic to reach an orgasm. She had tried everything possible to get enough sensation to take her over the edge, but Claire had prevented it. Seeing Denise's shocked expression, he added, "The woman had asked her to do that."

"It has to be impossible to keep someone in that state. I mean, they could do it themselves," Denise said.

"Claire is very resourceful. She made an outfit that kept the woman from being able to touch herself or rub up against anything. It was like a big balloon around the woman's private parts. Claire even took care of the hygiene matters just to make sure that nothing happened," Dale said. He frowned and said, "I wish Claire had been able to take her today. I'm going to have to put up with lousy blowjobs and tepid sex for the next two days."

"She promised Candy that she'd reward her for her time spent with you," Denise said.

"I know," Dale said.

Karen was sulking in the basement complaining bitterly about the bizarre turn her life had just taken. She wondered if the chance to be introduced to Albert was worth living in the house with Dale. His rules were impossible, but she had signed the paper saying that she'd service him upon demand or leave without chance of return. She was pretty sure that if she left, she'd never get a chance to meet Albert.

She rubbed herself between her legs thinking about Albert. He was everything that she wanted in a man. His professional interests were even of interest to her. She had nearly fainted when he heard him describe what he was look for in a woman. His contradictory desires fit her desires like a glove. She wondered what he looked like.

Denise had chained her and Candy in that little enclosure like dogs on a leash. Poor Candy had nearly choked herself trying to get to Bill. She'd never seen a woman act like that. Candy had whimpered when the men had left.

Denise had said that Dale had promised to make her dreams come true if she went through the program. She hadn't believed it until she heard Albert talking. He was so close and yet so far away. She hated Dale for keeping her away from him. She hated Dale for knowing her secrets. She hated him for knowing that she'd never be able to keep Albert until she came to grips with her sexuality. That was the worst sin as far as she was concerned.

She looked up when Dale entered the basement. She snarled, "What do you want?"

"A blowjob," Dale answered opening his robe.

She stared at his cock and thought about saying no. Then she thought about Albert. She went over and got down on her knees. She looked up at him and said, "I hope you know that I don't want to do this."

"I know," Dale said.

"I could charge you with rape," Karen said.

"You could, but it wouldn't stick," Dale replied hoping that every time wasn't going to be like this.

"It is coerced sex," Karen said.

"Have I threatened you in any way?" Dale asked in a conversational tone of voice.

"No," Karen said glowering at him.

"Would you please start sucking my cock?"

Karen knew that further argument wasn't going to get her out of it. Reluctantly, she slipped his cock into her mouth. She was divided in her desires. On one hand she didn't really want to perform in a way that would let him come, but she was pretty sure that she'd end up with his cock in her mouth for the rest of the day. On the other hand, she wanted to get him off as quick as possible so that this nightmare would come to an end.

After fifteen minutes, Dale said, "I can stand here all day."

Karen eased off his cock and said, "You bastard."

"Suck it," Dale said.

Karen worked over his cock bringing him to a climax. She spat his come out of her mouth and said, "I don't swallow."

"You will," Dale said with an evil little smile.

"You can't make me," Karen said.

Dale leaned down to her and said, "One day soon you will do anything I ask. You'll swallow my come. You'll drink my piss if I ask you to do it."

"No way," Karen said horrified at the idea.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry. I won't make you drink my piss. That's a violation of the house rules."

"You're a bastard," Karen said forgetting that her business depended upon his continued patronage.

"Not really, but you can believe what you want," Dale said without taking offense. He had women say worse things to him. He imagined that by Monday morning, Karen will have said worse things. He smiled at the thought of what was going to happen Monday morning.

"I hate you," Karen said.

Dale smiled and said, "I've invited Albert over this afternoon to talk about his ideas for the new class of computers."

"You have," Karen said looking at him.

"Yes. I'm thinking about investing in the idea," Dale said.

Karen smiled and said, "I'll get to met him."

"No you aren't. I'm going to insist that you stay in a different room with a gag. I'd hate for you to ruin your chance with him by getting together with him before you are ready for a real relationship," Dale said.

"A gag?" Karen asked staring at Dale in horror. He nodded his head and smiled. She glared at him and said, "There's no way that I'm going to wear a gag."

"I guess you could stay in the basement, but that way you won't learn more about Albert. It is a pity, he really sounds like an interesting guy," Dale said with a wry smile.

"Where will I be if I accept wearing the gag?" Karen asked.

"That's a very interesting question. I'm sure you'd love to know the answer to that," Dale said.

"Tell me," Karen demanded.

"Denise will be entertaining Lawrence while I'm talking to Albert. I figure you can sit in her room while that is happening," Dale said.

"In her room? While she's entertaining Lawrence?"

"That's right. They'll demonstrate what it is like when a couple really enjoys each other," Dale said.

"That's sick," Karen said.

"While you're watching them make like bunnies, you'll be able to listen to Albert and imagine that you and he are doing the same kind of things," Dale said. He bit his lower lip and then added, "I think you'll have a very interesting afternoon."

"You are really a sick mother fucker," Karen said.

Dale laughed and said, "You aren't the first woman who has told me that. I doubt you'll be the last."

"I won't do it."

"Fine," Dale said turning to leave the basement.

Thinking about how her biological clock was ticking away, Karen sat in the room watching Denise and Larry make love. It wasn't the frantic kind of activity that she had watched occur between Dale and Denise. This was much more loving and giving.

Even as the action took place in front of her, she could hear every word that Albert was saying to Dale. The man was so brilliant that it hurt. He talked about the architecture that he was pursing and how the parts would work together. He talked about the kinds of vision processing algorithms that he anticipated having to support. He described how all of the software components already existed, but that they weren't able to function together because of hardware limitations that couldn't be corrected with faster processors.

Karen understood everything he said, but was shocked at how he put the different parts together to come up with new ideas. She could see the system running based on his description of it. The man was phenomenal and she wanted him more than ever.

When Dale started talking business, Albert faltered feeling out of his depth. Karen wanted to rush in and help him out. She would have charged out there, but she was handcuffed to the chair. She was stuck watching Karen and listening to Albert. She was so frustrated she wanted to cry.

She sat there trying to think at Albert that he shouldn't commit to anything at the present. Dale could be a shark in business and she knew it. Her current situation attested to that fact. She looked over at Denise and Larry amazed at the tenderness that appeared to exist between the two of them. She shook her head thinking about what a social idiot Larry was, but at least he was well meaning.

Tears started flowing down her cheeks. Nothing made sense to her anymore. A fat woman was finding love in front of her. The man of her dreams was on the other side of the wall and she couldn't get to him. She was naked and servicing a man she'd come to hate. What kind of rabbit hole had she entered? She wondered how Alice had managed to stay sane during her voyage through Wonderland.

She tried to see if she could get the handcuffs off, but failed. Dale changed the subject to Albert's desires in a woman. She listened as Albert described his ideal woman. He had no idea that he was describing her. It hurt to hear him talk about the woman of his dreams as if she didn't exist. She existed and she was just a few feet away from him. She tried to scream, but the gag prevented any sound from leaving her mouth.

Dale prompted the discussion to extract every bit of detail about Albert's wants and desires. When the conversation turned to sexual matters, Karen froze in place and listened to each word that Albert said. She wasn't the woman he described. She covered her eyes and cried in frustration.

Denise and Larry finished their activities in bed. Denise turned to face Karen while Larry spooned against her back. She commented, "Karen really looks upset."

Larry looked over Denise's head and said, "She's crying. Should we do something?"

Denise smiled and said, "No."

Karen wanted to shout at her, but the gag stopped her. She wondered what kind of woman could sit by and watch another woman suffer like that. She struggled to pull the handcuffs off the chair.

Denise said, "I used to be a fat woman."

"You say that like it is something horrible," Larry said. He ran a hand over her breast enjoying the nice soft feel of it.

"Oh it is horrible. Fat women wallow in their misery. They don't see anything pretty or nice. All they think about is how fat they are and how people won't like them because of their size. Fat women are nasty to the people around them. It is a defensive kind of thing," Denise said.

"Oh," Larry said.

Denise said, "Dale has all kinds of categories for women. I don't know what kind of woman Karen is. She's got a lot of the traits of a fat woman except for the fat."

"She's rather attractive," Larry said.

Denise looked back at him and said, "Don't you know that it isn't proper to praise the appearance of another woman after you've just made love to someone?"

"Oh, sorry," Larry said.

"I'm teasing, but you're right. She is an attractive woman. Maybe one day we could share her," Denise said.

"You mean like in a threesome?" Larry asked.

"That's one of your fantasies, isn't it?" Denise asked.

"Yes."

"Then we'll make it happen one day," Denise said looking over at Karen.

Karen was staring at her wide-eyed and shaking her head. Little noises emerged around the gag. Larry commented, "She doesn't seem to like the idea."

"Oh, she'll like it soon enough. If she wants to please Albert, she'll want to learn how to do all kinds of things in bed," Denise said.

"Albert does have a rather active imagination when it comes to sex," Larry said.

"Really? I bet Karen would love to know what kinds of things Albert enjoys," Denise said. When Larry started to talk, she interrupted and said, "But I think that Albert should be the one to tell her."

"You're probably right," Larry said.

Feeling his erection pressing against her ass, she said, "All of this talk of threesomes has gotten me excited. Are you ready to go another round?"

"Your wish is my command," Larry said.



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Chapter 21


Day 169 Wednesday

Denise took one look at Karen and burst out laughing. Even Dale was chuckling at the sight of the woman. Karen begged, "Get me out of this ridiculous outfit."

The woman looked ridiculous. It was like she was wearing a bright orange pumpkin as a pair of shorts. Her hands were cuffed to the sides of it. Her bra consisted of huge cones that kept her breasts from touching anything. The tips of the cones were cut off so that someone could reach in and fondle her nipples. She was dancing around unable to keep still.

Candy smiled and said, "She's a little excited at the moment."

"You don't say," Dale said.

Candy reached over a traced a little circle around Karen's nipple. The woman groaned and sank to her knees. Karen shouted, "God, I need to come."

"It sounds like she's a little horny," Dale said.

"Claire let her come every other day. You'd be amazed at what she would do for just a little bit of release," Candy said with a smile. She reached down and caressed Karen's cheek. She said, "You really turned into quite the pussy licker, didn't you?"

"I'll do anything you ask," Karen said with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"All it takes to keep her in this state is to touch a nipple about once every five minutes," Candy said.

Karen turned to Dale and said, "Please. I'll do anything you ask."

"We'll talk about that, but first I'd really enjoy a blowjob," Dale said rubbing his chin.

Karen walked over on her knees and said, "I'll suck you off. Just let me come."

Dale leaned down and stroked a nipple. Looking up at Candy, he asked, "I'm supposed to do that every five minutes."

"Yes, but don't do it for too long. She's really on the verge of coming," Candy said.

Dale opened his robe and said, "Suck my cock."

Karen went after his cock like a calf after its mother's milk. She swallowed his cock straight down her throat. Candy said, "Claire taught her how to deep throat a rather substantial dildo."

"I can see that," Dale said. He groaned when Karen started humming. He said, "She did a marvelous job of training her."

"Claire suggests that you keep her in that state for another day or two," Candy said.

"I hope she learned to swallow come," Dale said.

"I'm afraid not. Claire didn't let any men around her," Candy said. She reached down and stroked Karen's thighs. The woman let out a strangled cry around Dale's cock. Candy said, "Her whole body is sensitive."

Dale was too busy coming to answer. His eyes rolled back in his head. He shook and said, "That was great."

He pulled his cock out of Karen and said, "I suppose we ought to talk now."

"Anything," Karen said looking at him in desperation.

Dale helped her off the floor and led her to the living room. Curious, Denise followed them to hear what Dale was going to tell Karen. As they make their way, Candy said, "Her safe word is pumpkin eater. If she says that, you're to release her immediately."

"If she says that, the chance of meeting Albert disappears," Denise said.

"Right," Dale said. Karen whimpered.

He put her on the couch. The pumpkin kept her bottom from touching the seat. He looked it over and said, "That's really ingenious. Remind me never to piss off Claire."

Taking a seat next to Karen, Dale reached over and softly stroked her thigh. Karen cried out and started struggling to increase contact. She begged, "More." "Let's talk a little about sex," Dale said.

"I'll suck or fuck anyone or anything you want. Just let me come," Karen cried out desperate for release.

Dale continued to rub her thigh. The effect of his touch was small, but it quickly escalated. Karen started panting and thrusting her hips around. A blush started to develop on her chest. Dale said, "It looks like she's about to come."

"Yes," Denise said. She'd never seen anything like this.

Dale stopped touching Karen and said, "We can't have that."

Karen screamed in frustration. She started crying. Denise looked over at her and was tempted to comfort the woman, but Dale shook his head.

"Tell me all about your time at Claire's," Dale said.

For the next hour, Karen told an incredible tale about being kept on the edge of orgasm for days at a time. Claire and Candy had taken turns keeping the level of excitement up. They'd get her to the point where she was just about to come and then stop. Karen would calm down and almost relax before they would start the process all over again. Throughout the entire time she was there, there were erotic movies playing on every wall of the room. She couldn't look anywhere without seeing people having sex. She went without sleep at least three of her nights there. The movies played through the night.

During the telling of the story, Dale would tease her body just to the edge of orgasm whenever she relaxed too much. The poor woman was quivering most of the time. At the end of the story, Dale said, "Let's get her on the floor. I want her on her back."

Denise and Candy helped position Karen on the floor. Once she was in place, Dale said, "Denise, get above her."

Denise looked at Dale confused for a second and then realized what he wanted. She got into position so that her cunt was just Karen's eyes.

Karen lifted her head and gave her cunt a lick. The cunt was wet with juices. In a weak voice, she said, "Let me come."

Dale entered Denise in one smooth stroke. Underneath, Karen tried to lick any body part that came within range of her tongue. She could feel Denise's hair tickling her thighs. Her legs quivered as her whole body wished for something more physical than just the tickle of hair. She struggled to lick and let Denise and Dale know that she would be their willing slave.

It didn't take Dale long before he came in Denise. His cock fell on Karen's face when he pulled out of Denise. Karen licked it clean hungrily. Dale's come started to leak from Denise's cunt. Karen licked it up without being asked. She knew that this was a test and one that she had to pass if she was going to keep her sanity.

"That's a good girl," Dale said reaching down to stroke her hair.

Karen whimpered, but didn't answer. She was afraid of saying anything. She continued to lick and clean Denise until the overweight woman screamed out an orgasm. Karen relaxed; the back of her head hitting the floor as her strength left her.

Dale said, "You can get off her now, Denise."

Denise got off of Karen and looked down at her boss. It was the most amazing transformation in a person that she had ever witness. It was hard to believe that it had taken just ten days. She didn't know what to think of the whimpering woman lying on the floor. Dale reached down and ran a finger around a stiff nipple. As the woman reacted to his touch, he said, "In about an hour, I'm going to fuck you senseless."

"Thank you," Karen said. She would have preferred to have it happen that minute, but even the promise that her torture was about to come to an end was enough.

"For the next ten days, you're going to suck my cock before breakfast, fuck me when I come home from work, and give me your ass before I go to bed," Dale said.

"Yes, sir," Karen said.

"You're going to eat out Denise, three times a day," Dale said.

"Yes, sir," Karen said knowing that she was making a contract with the devil. The strange thing is that the promise she was making did not fill her with dread. Even as Dale gave each condition, she found that she wanted to do that.

Dale asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"No, sir," Karen said.

"Repeat back to me what you've agreed to do," Dale said.

"I'm going to suck your cock in the morning before breakfast. I'll suck it like you wouldn't believe. I'll swallow your come. I'll revel in the act. You'll eat breakfast a fully satisfied man.

"When you come home, I'll give my cunt to you for your pleasure. You can have me in any position. You can take me rough or gentle. I'll ride you if you want.

"At night before bed, I'll clean my ass and lube it up. I'll offer it to you. You'll fuck me there and take your pleasure as you wish.

"I'll eat Denise's cunt whenever she wishes. If it is filled with your come, I'll eat it out of her and leave her squeaky clean. I'll suck the come out of her ass if I'm asked. She's going to learn the pleasures that a woman can give another woman. I'll be her pussy slave," Karen said looking up at Dale.

He reached down and ran a finger around her nipple. He took her right to the edge of orgasm. She was thrashing around on the floor by the time he stopped. Smiling, he said, "Remember that promise."

"It is etched into my brain," Karen said weakly.

An hour later, Dale slammed his cock into the swollen cunt eliciting a scream and triggering the first of many orgasms in the woman. Every two minutes another orgasm washed through her body causing her to scream out her pleasure. Her body was quickly covered in sweat. It trembled as the sensations fed overloaded nerves that had been over stimulated for days. For half an hour, Dale pounded his cock into her. She lost track of how many times she came. She lost all reasoning ability. For the last five minutes, she was little more than a fucking machine humping up at the cock that hammered into her.

Denise watched the action wide-eyed. She'd never seen anything like it. She released Karen's arms from the restraints. The woman wrapped herself around Dale as if she'd never let go. Dale came with a roar.

Senses overloaded, Karen passed out. Her body turned into a limp rag. Dale climbed off of her and said, "Get me a wet rag and a towel."

Denise ran off to the bathroom to fetch the desired materials. She returned and handed it to him. Dale carefully cleaned Karen's body and inspected her for damage. Her cunt was red and swollen, but undamaged. He smiled and said, "She's going to need a little rest."

He removed the rest of the bizarre costume. Once she was naked, he picked her up and carried her to one of the bedrooms. He placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Denise asked, "Is she okay?"

"She's better than she's ever been," Dale answered with a smile.

"She doesn't look so good," Denise said. Karen's whole body was bright red.

Dale said, "She's fine. Get a couple of bottles of water and put them on the night stand. She's going to need it when she wakes up."

"Yes, Dale," Denise said running off to perform the errand. She returned after a minute with two cold bottles of water.

Dale said, "She's going to be a good girl tomorrow and the day after that. Then she's going to want to rebel. On the third day, we'll put that costume on the breakfast table as a little reminder."

"Yes, Dale," Denise said. She looked at her boss wondering how she was going to continue working for Karen after having her eat her out three times a day for the next ten days.

Dale stood up and said, "I've got some promises to keep."

"What?"

"I've got to call Candy and tell her that Bill will be by to pick her up at six tonight," Dale said.

"Oh," Denise said. She smiled at how Candy would react to that news. She said, "Candy is going to be so happy to hear that."

"I think you're right about that," Dale said with a chuckle. He backed out of the room.

Denise paused to look down at Karen and then followed him out of the room. She said, "I guess I'll hit the whirlpool. I've got date with Larry."

"Denise."

"What?" she asked turning to look at him.

"I just wanted to let you know that you're really looking very attractive now. You can expect the men to start hitting on you. Don't lose sight of your goals," Dale said.

"I won't," Denise said feeling the tears well up in her eyes. Dale didn't give compliments lightly. If he said that she was looking very attractive, he meant it. Smiling weakly, she said, "Thank you."

"Enjoy your date tonight," Dale said.

"I will," Denise said.

That night, Denise returned home from a very satisfying date with Larry. They had gone to a fancy restaurant and then out dancing. Denise had been shocked at how good of a dancer he was until he mentioned that Michelle insisted that all men in her program take dancing lessons. He was just now moving up to the intermediate level where he would learn some of the more advanced dances.

Dale and Karen were in the living room. She stopped at the entrance of the room and watched as Dale took Karen in the ass. She was pleased to see that Karen was keeping her promise to Dale. Karen was not holding anything back. She shouted encouragements as Dale drilled her.

Denise undressed watching the action. After the couple had finished, she said, "Hello."

"Hi! How was your date?" Dale asked.

"Excellent. I can still taste his come in my mouth," Denise said with a grin. She had given Larry a quick and much appreciated blowjob in the driveway before coming in the house.

"Sounds like a good date," Dale said with a laugh.

Karen stared at Denise for a second wondering whose idea it had been. She decided that it didn't matter. She said, "Yes, it does."

"Well, I enjoyed it," Denise said.

"It is getting late. How about we go downstairs so that you can do your exercises and then take your picture," Dale said.

The three of them headed down to the basement. Denise put on the sports bra and started doing her exercise routine. Karen sat on the stationary bike and watched. She was amazed at how much energy Denise put into the exercises. Denise did not hold back at all.

Denise performed the exercises thinking about her progress through the program. She was ten days short of being in the program for six months. So far she had lost 27 pounds. She mentally corrected that to having lost at least thirty pounds of fat and gaining more than three pounds of muscle. Her body had changed from being dumpy to being womanly.

Dale watched Denise exercise making note of her technique. She performed each exercise to burn the most energy. It was a good solid workout. He felt a great deal of satisfaction at how much she had changed.

Moving over to the treadmill, Denise started running. About two minutes into it she frowned and looked down at the controls. Seeing the puzzled expression on her face, Dale said, "I increased the incline to make it a little harder."

"I thought I was going crazy there for a minute," Denise said already starting to breath hard.

"Nope," Dale said with a smile.

"I think this is going to kill me," Denise said feeling the burn starting in her legs.

"No, you'll do fine," Dale said. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. He looked over at Karen and asked, "Do you want to start exercising?"

"I'm a little tired now. It has been a long ten days," Karen answered.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Dale said.

Karen watched Denise jog and could see that she was working a little harder than she normally did. She was amazed at the spirit that Denise showed in tackling the challenge. She said, "You're a surprising woman."

"Thank you," Denise said puffing madly.

"I guess I kind of underestimated your strength and will power," Karen said.

Dale looked at her and asked, "Why?"

"She always seemed so big and lazy to me. She sat at her desk like a pile of mashed potatoes," Karen answered.

"That was back when I was a fat woman," Denise said increasing her speed a little. She had thirty seconds to go.

"Maybe," Karen said. She had really been worried about Denise when she had suddenly turned sullen and uncommunicative. Denise might have looked like a lump of fat, but she had always been a good producer. The words seemed to flow from her with great ease.

"There's no maybe about it," Dale said. He looked up at the clock and said, "Time to stop."

Denise slowed down from the fast jog to a steady walk. At the distances she was running now she couldn't just stop running, but had to cool down. It took her a minute to catch her breath. She said, "That little change in incline really made it a lot harder."

"Small changes can do that," Dale said with a smile. He looked over at Karen and said, "Sometimes the big changes are easier to deal with."

"You're right," Denise said.

Dale tossed her a towel and said, "Dry off. We'll take your picture and then call it a night."

"Okay," Denise said.

"Don't forget that you return to work tomorrow, Karen," Dale said.

"I didn't even think of that," Karen said.

"Don't forget that you owe Denise a good licking before bed," Dale said watching Karen for her reaction.

"I hadn't forgotten that," Karen answered.

"I'm kind of gamey down there," Denise said.

Shrugging her shoulders, Karen said, "Don't worry about it."

After taking the picture, Dale left the basement. Denise said, "Let me take a shower first."

"I'll wash you," Karen said following the other woman into the bathroom.

"That would be nice," Denise said surprised by the offer.

Karen did a very thorough job of washing Denise. They dried off and stepped out of the bathroom. Denise looked at the bed in the basement and said, "Sometimes I forget that I'm not sleeping down here anymore."

"Dale moved me upstairs while you were on your date," Karen said glancing over at the bed.

"That's good," Denise said.

The two women headed upstairs. Moving slowly, Karen followed behind Denise. She was dead tired. The ten days with Claire had been exhausting. Even though she had taken a couple of naps since returning to Dale's house, she was still tired. She said, "I'm going to be a wreck at work tomorrow."

"You'll get through it. Things have been kind of quiet there," Denise said.

"It is going to be pretty weird working with you tomorrow. I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with it," Karen said.

"You'll figure out a way. I've got the same problem," Denise said.

"You're right," Karen said. It was just going to be very difficult telling Denise what to do after eating her out three times a day.

Denise reached her bedroom and sat down on her bed. She asked, "How do you want to do this?"

"Just lie back and let me do my thing," Karen said moving between Denise's legs.

Denise settled back on the bed with her legs hanging over the side. Karen started licking her with long easy licks that started at her asshole and ended at her clit. Denise had never had a woman lick her asshole and she was surprised to discover that she really liked the sensation. She moaned, "That feels good."

Karen slipped a finger into Denise and started working it with a come hither movement. She was rubbing her G-spot and could tell that she was making the other woman feel very good. The days of practice at Claire's place were coming in handy. Denise was thrashing around on the bed in minutes. The next thing that Denise knew, she was coming. Karen licked her through the orgasm easing off on the pressure of her tongue.

Denise said, "That was great."

"Thanks," Karen said, "You're a lot easier to satisfy than Claire."

"Was it bad?" Denise asked.

Karen sighed and answered, "It was hell. I never knew that my body could feel like that. It wasn't pain, but the sensations were very close to that. At times the pleasure was so intense that it hurt. There were times when I thought I was in heaven."

"Are you okay?"

Karen barked out a laugh and said, "I don't know. I'm so confused. I've been thinking about sex nonstop for eleven days now. I watched films, watched Claire and Candy, and felt things without a moment's rest. I look at Dale and think that I want his cock in me more than anything. I look at you and think about eating you out. I'm totally fixated on sex."

"I went through that," Denise said nodding her head. Her fixation on sex had abated over the past two weeks, but her ability to enjoy it had improved.

"For the entire time at Claire's I was powerless over what was happening to me. I had the safe word, but I just couldn't bring myself to use it. Claire and Candy did things to me and I was powerless to stop them. I had to accept it. I had to learn how to appreciate it. I don't know ... it was all so surreal," Karen said. She looked off across the room trying to make sense of what she felt, but she really didn't know.

"I watched a video with Candy that had a woman restrained. I didn't understand what the attraction was or why Candy was so hot," Denise said.

"It is all about giving up control. For a while, I was bound and blindfolded. Hours would pass without them touching me. Then there'd be this feather light touch on my bare skin. It was like bolts of electricity were shooting through my body, but before I knew it the sensation was gone. It was maddening. I struggled to get just a little more pressure. I fought to keep the touch for as long as possible. I couldn't do a thing," Karen said. A shiver went through her body at the memory.

"Wow."

Karen said, "I hope that Albert is into bondage."

"You liked it?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I'll want to experience it again to find out," Karen said. She laughed and added, "Of course, I'll want to experience it on my terms the next time."

"Sounds reasonable," Denise said. She asked, "What do you think of Candy?"

"Everyone loves Candy," Karen said. She shook her head and said, "She talked about scientists one day. I think she talked for four hours about them. I've never heard anyone talk that way. I felt like someone should take her up to the university and let her visit each lab. Those guys in the white lab coats would never know what hit them."

"She's an interesting person," Denise said.

In a melancholy voice, Karen said, "She views herself as an instrument of pleasure. I've never met anyone like her before. I wish I had known her when I was younger."

"Yeah," Denise said.



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Chapter 22


Day 200 Saturday

Denise woke finding that she had an arm around a nice warm body. She opened her eyes and recognized Karen's hair. She snuggled against the other woman enjoying the warmth. Karen said, "I know you're awake."

"Hmm, I don't want to get up yet," Denise said.

"You don't have to," Karen said.

"It is Saturday. You're leaving today," Denise said.

"That's right," Karen replied. Dale had told her earlier that week that she had completed the program and could leave today.

"I'm going to miss you," Denise said nuzzling the back of Karen's neck.

"I'm going to miss this, but I have to admit that it's been a strange living here," Karen said.

"In what way?" Denise asked.

"Remember that morning right after I finished my stay at Claire's?"

"Which morning?" Denise asked.

"The morning when the pumpkin shorts appeared on the table," Karen answered.

"Oh, yeah," Denise said.

Karen said, "I came out that morning ready to give Dale hell. As soon as I saw the horrid orange pumpkin shorts, I knew that he could see right through me."

"He told me the first day that you got back that you'd choose that morning to rebel," Denise said.

"I saw that and dropped to my knees vowing that I'd never try to cross him again," Karen said. She had nearly fainted on seeing the pumpkin pants. All thoughts of arguing with Dale flew out the window. She had sucked him off doing her best to make sure that he enjoyed it.

"I guess I haven't reached that point yet," Denise said.

Karen sighed and asked, "How many times have I given him a blowjob?"

"I have no idea. I lost count after my first fifty," Denise said. She added, "He's taken me in the ass more times than that now."

"You know what I hate the most?" Karen said.

"What?"

"He was right. I wasn't ready for a relationship with a man like Albert. I would have lost him after two dates," Karen said.

"Why do you say that?" Denise asked.

"Do you remember the night that Mike and Lucille came over?"

Denise nodded her head. That had been such a strange evening. She and Karen had sat on the couch watching as Lucille got double-teamed by Mike and Dale. Denise had no idea what she was supposed to be doing except watching. It had been so strange just sitting there. She said, "That was a bizarre night."

"I was watching Lucille thinking that she had to be so uncomfortable in that position. She was sitting in a squat astride Dale and leaning forward so that Mike could take her ass. I kept wondering how she could stay like that," Karen said.

"I wondered the same thing," Denise said.

"She sure seemed to enjoy it," Karen said.

"Yeah," Denise said.

"Dale and Albert did me that way," Karen said. She laughed and said, "I don't even know what position I was holding. My mind was focused on my pussy and ass. It's really a strange sensation being double penetrated like that."

"I guess," Denise said. She hadn't tried it yet. Larry was a little more conservative in letting her know his fantasies. She had a feeling that she'd be doing it one day soon; probably as part of the program.

Karen said, "There was a time when I would have hated myself for having done that. Now, I'm kind of proud at having pushed a major boundary. Is that strange?"

"I don't know. Living here has kind of turned my understanding of the world upside down," Denise answered. She didn't know what constituted a normal sex life any more. She realized that she had never known what a normal sex life was.

"You can say that again," Karen said. After a pause, Karen said, "It was about a week after watching Lucille and Mike that I understood what Dale wanted us to see."

"What?"

"They trusted each other and really communicated. Before anything happened, Lucille was pretty clear in establishing her limits. Mike made sure that those limits were respected. He also mentioned his concerns and Lucille addressed them. Even though the act encompassed three people, there was love between only two of them. Dale was a little something for them to share," Karen said.

"I didn't notice any of that," Denise said.

"When Albert and I included Dale, I realized that we were doing the same thing. Even before getting over here, Albert and I had talked about our concerns. There weren't any surprises," Karen said.

"I guess that Larry and I aren't to that point yet," Denise said with a frown.

"Maybe you're already doing it, but just haven't thought about it," Karen said, "One of the things I've come to realize is that we do a lot of things without thinking about them. The program forces you to think about what you are doing."

"Hmm, I've still got eight months in the program. Maybe I haven't learned the lesson yet," Denise said.

Karen laughed and said, "Well, you've sure learned how to have sex."

Denise laughed at the comment. It was true. She used to accuse Susan of being a slut, but now she was worse. More often than not, she initiated sex with Dale. She asked, "Do most people just stop what they are doing and have sex wherever they are?"

"I have no idea," Karen answered after thinking about it for a few seconds. She really had no idea how most people conducted their sex lives. Even in this house, they might have sex at any time but it was invisible from the outside. She laughed and said, "As far as I know, that isn't exactly a cocktail party conversation topic."

"You're right," Denise said.

"I suppose that there are homes where people will do it wherever, but I don't think it is that common. I mean, it is such a big deal in a movie when a couple does it in the kitchen or dining room," Karen said.

"So we're to learn something about how people actually live from movies?" Denise asked.

"It looks that way," Karen said.

Denise said, "I was thinking the other day about us. I've worked for you a long time and I realize now that I knew almost nothing about you. How can I see someone eight hours a day, five days a week, and fifty weeks a year for so many years without knowing anything about them?"

"That's a good question," Karen said.

"I was surprised when Dale told me what he knew about you," Denise said.

"You were surprised? I was shocked," Karen said. Although she routinely checked potential clients for credit worthiness, she didn't do the kind of in-depth background check that Dale performed.

"His knowledge about you was rather detailed."

Karen could feel Denise snuggle a little closer. She said, "You never struck me as the type that would enjoy women."

"I never thought of doing anything with a woman before Dale more or less forced me into it. At first I hated it. Now, it is just another sex act," Denise said shifting her position a little. She said, "Not that I don't enjoy it. It was just something that I had never considered doing."

"That's okay. I was just curious," Karen said.

"You're a very good lover," Denise said.

"Thanks," Karen said. She'd spent a lot of time between Denise's legs the first ten days there. Since then it was a rare event. Denise never sought her out for attention.

Denise said, "It is a sex act and I enjoy it."

"I've grown to appreciate that distinction. It is just another sex act," Karen said.

"Speaking of which, I better get out there and give Dale his morning blowjob," Denise said starting to get out of bed.

"Don't worry about that. I already did it," Karen said. She relaxed when Denise settled down behind her.

"It is going to be hard keeping up with him after you leave," Denise said.

Karen said, "My cousin is moving in next week."

"What?" Denise asked. This was the first that she'd heard about that.

"I talked to her parents last night. She's a nice girl, but overweight. She has low self-esteem and a rather caustic personality. I figured that she could really use Dale's help," Karen said.

"Did you ever think that you'd be recommending something like the program to someone?" Denise asked.

"Not in a million years," Karen answered, "The problem is that it works. I've seen it with you and I've experienced it for myself. He said that he'd make my dreams come true and he delivered it. I'm getting married to Albert."

"He's a nice guy," Denise said.

"He's the only guy for me," Karen said with a sigh. She couldn't believe how much she loved him. He challenged her mentally, complemented her physically, and comforted her emotionally. It seemed to her that time flew by when she was with him.

"I can tell," Denise said.

Karen said, "When you chained me up in that little tent that first night, I was so pissed. When I heard Albert talking, I wanted to run out there and grab him. He said all the right things without knowing that he was describing me."

"You were frustrated? What about Candy?" Denise asked.

Karen burst out laughing at the reminder. Candy had nearly choked herself trying to get out of the tent. She said, "I ended up having to hold her back. She was so desperate to get to Bill that it was almost tragic."

Denise was silent for a moment and then said, "She's the most surprising person that I've met while in the program. She openly acknowledges that she's uneducated, scatterbrained, and a coward. She's right, but she's an incredibly fascinating person."

"I've got to agree with you on that count," Karen said. She'd spent a lot of time with Candy. Shaking her head, she said, "Everyone loves Candy."

"It is true. She's a lovely person," Denise said.

Karen said, "I heard that she's been visiting Bill in his lab."

Denise laughed and said, "Talk about fantasies come true."

"Bill's?"

"No. Her's. She told me that she dreamed of visiting scientists in the labs and helping to ease their needs so that they could concentrate better," Denise said.

"That's so funny," Karen said. She could imagine Candy walking around a laboratory. After spending so much time with Bill, she still described his work in nanotechnology as making itty bitty things that do stuff.

"I don't think Bill minds the attention," Denise said with a smile.

"I would hope not," Karen said.

"She's going to be happy with Bill," Denise said. Bill wanted someone to take care of him, but it wasn't in a dominating manner. He appreciated every little act of kindness and showed his appreciation with little gestures that meant a lot to Candy.

Karen said, "Dreams. We all have dreams and so few of us know how to live them. I guess people like Dale are necessary. I'd have never come this close to my dream without him."

"Susan got her dream," Denise said. She was quiet for a moment and then said, "I'm getting closer to mine."

"I think you're much closer than you think," Karen said.

Denise replied, "I'm getting closer, but I've got a long way to go. I've learned that it isn't really a matter of my weight alone. Dale was smart in drawing out of me the real goals that I should pursue."

"You dream of having a loving husband, a house with a white picket fence, and children?" Karen asked.

"Yes," Denise said. She knew that it sounded like a little thing, but it was important to her. She wanted the security that she felt would come with that entire package.

"I think every woman dreams of that," Karen said. She laughed and said, "I know I do and I'm getting very close to having it."

"You don't think it is a stupid thing to dream for?"

Karen shifted a little in bed turning to face Denise. In a soft voice, she said, "I think it is the only dream that matters. Someone might dream of climbing Mount Everest, but the dream ends when it has been realized. You climb down the mountain and go home.

"The kind of dream you have is permanent. The dream of finding a loving husband can live forever even once you've found him. You grow old with him and the love will grow greater. You can live in a house and spend the rest of your life creating a home. Your children will grow and change with time. One day they'll reward you with grandchildren. How does climbing some stupid mountain compare to that?"

Denise said, "I guess it doesn't."

"You know it doesn't," Karen said. She said, "That's why women throughout the ages have dreamed of that. It is a dream that can last a life. I think men are foolish about the kinds of dreams they have. They want to see or do things. They seek out little moments and then move on to the next."

"Does Albert pursue foolish dreams?" Denise asked.

"Yes and no," Karen answered. She smiled and said, "He dreams of me and there's nothing foolish about that."

Denise laughed and said, "You've never been modest."

Karen was quiet for a moment while she considered the comment. She said, "You're right. I've never been that modest. I've taken a lot of pride in my intelligence and education. I've built a successful business and I was never bashful about letting people know it."

"I didn't mean that in a bad way," Denise said.

"I'm not hurt," Karen said, "I think that modesty is an overrated virtue. In today's world, the modest person will get ignored and their contributions forgotten. It is easy to ignore the advice and warnings of someone unless their greatness is recognized."

"That's a jaded view," Denise said.

"There was a time when a successful person was someone whose advice was sought out. Everyone knew who was successful or not. Today we follow the advice of the loudest person. We live in a world with a memory of fifteen minutes. Unless you remind everyone who you are at least once every fifteen minutes, they'll forget you," Karen said.

"I don't believe that," Denise said.

Karen asked, "Name five people who were in the news three years ago."

"That's easy. The President," she answered and then faltered. "I guess I'd have to think about it for a few minutes."

"You got one and that is more or less a gimme," Karen said.

"You're right," Denise said admitting the truth of what Karen was saying. She said, "Is Albert a modest person?"

Karen said, "Albert is a factual person. That's something that Michelle taught him. She changed the shy nerd into a real person. He'll tell you his accomplishments in a very factual manner when necessary. He isn't boastful and he isn't modest. He's factual.

"In a way, I think that is the most remarkable accomplishment of Michelle's program. She instills in her men an honest presence based on fact that allows them to deal with just about every social occasion. When Michelle lectured Lawrence about how to respond to the choices you gave him, she was telling him to tell you his honest preference. Think about that. It is a remarkable piece of advice.

"When Albert tells me something, I know he's being honest. There aren't many people today who I have that kind of confidence about their honesty. Ask him if he's successful and he'll tell you his accomplishments. He doesn't make the judgment, but gives you the data necessary to know the answer."

Denise said, "I guess Larry is still learning that lesson."

"Why do you call him Larry rather than Lawrence?" Karen asked.

"He told me that he preferred it," Denise said.

Karen smiled and said, "You're right. He's still learning that lesson."

"Why do you say that?" Denise asked.

"Because if he had learned it, everyone would call him Larry because he'd tell them his preference every time they called him Lawrence," Karen answered.

"I never thought of that," Denise said.

Karen said, "I think it is interesting that Dale's and Michelle's programs first begin by teaching the participants how to give sexual pleasure to their partner. In the process, the participants learn how to accept and experience pleasure."

"It is almost like they are saying that being successful in life requires that you first be successful in bed," Denise commented.

"There's a lot of truth in that. Knowing beyond a doubt that you are good in bed gives you a lot of confidence," Karen said.

"More confidence in bed," Denise said.

Karen shook her head and said, "No. I mean more confidence in everything else. Most people have their greatest insecurities about how they are in bed. All other insecurities pale beside that one. If you want to crush someone, then all you have to do is convince them that they are horrible in bed."

"Like laughing at a man's dick?"

"Exactly," Karen answered. "Michelle gave me a long talk on the care and feeding of her men. One of the most central themes of her talk concerned sex. She puts a great deal of importance on allowing the man to be a great lover. Part of that is being a great lover in return."

"Okay."

Karen said, "Think about it. Dale has taught you how to be an amazing bed partner. There is no sex act that a man is likely to request that you can't perform with great expertise. You have amazing skills in oral sex, intercourse, and anal sex. You've learned how to use your entire body to give pleasure. Twosomes, threesomes, foursomes, and more are all within Larry's realm of possibility because he'll have you in his life.

"Michelle has taught Larry how to be an amazing bed partner. Not only will he have all of the mechanics down for great sex, he'll learn about hugs, cuddles, and tenderness. Incredible emotional security is within your realm of possibility because you'll have him in your life."

"Hugs, cuddles, and tenderness; I like the sound of that," Denise said.

Still positioned on the bed so that they were face to face, Karen said, "We're going to have to get out of bed sometime this morning."

"That can wait," Denise said, "I'm enjoying the chance to talk with you."

"Thanks," Karen said. She thought about the past two months. So much had happened to her during that time. She didn't even know how to organize her thoughts about it. She said, "It is funny, but life isn't linear."

"Linear?"

Karen said, "There are these little pockets of time where things seem to happen fast and furious. It's hard to keep up with the changes. Then there are long periods of time where it seems like nothing is changing. Life is almost boring."

"Those long slow times is when the next crisis is building," Denise said.

"After the first four weeks in the program, it seemed like nothing was happening. Then I realized that I was changing. My world view was maturing, but the process was so slow that I couldn't see it. Then things heated up again. Albert asked me to marry him."

"You keep coming back to your pending marriage," Denise said.

Karen replied, "Of course. This was something that I've wanted for years. I searched long and hard for a man like him without any luck. Then 'bang' there he is."

"You'll get married soon. Candy will be next. I'm going to have to wait the longest time," Denise said. Larry had a long time remaining in the program. She'd be out for almost two months before him.

"I'm sure that there'll be lots of tears when Candy gets married," Karen said.

"Why?"

Karen smiled and said, "Everyone loves Candy."

Denise laughed and then got serious when she said, "I'm going to miss having you around."

"I'll see you at work," Karen said looking surprised.

Denise reached over and rubbed Karen's breast. She said, "You aren't dressed like this at work."

"True," Karen said trying hard not to giggle.

"And I won't be dressed like this," Denise said.

"That's true," Karen said.

"Let me pleasure you," Denise said moving to kiss Karen.

"Great idea," Karen said. She decided that this would be a perfect ending to her time in the program.



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Chapter 23


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.



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Chapter 24


Day 230 Monday

Denise arrived home from work and stripped out of her clothes. Victoria was seated on a chair in the living room watching television. She looked like a beached whale and about as lively as road kill. Denise looked around the room and said, "The house is a mess. Did you do any cleaning today?"

"No," Victoria answered.

"Why not?" Denise asked getting angry. Victoria was fighting the program in ways that she had never considered. One of them was by doing absolutely none of the housework.

"Why should I?" Victoria answered.

"You might consider the fact that you live here and should contribute to keeping the house clean. You might consider the fact that you have nothing else to do while Dale and I have jobs to go to," Denise said. She knew that Victoria had a very light schedule at college and had nothing better to do.

"So," Victoria said.

Frustrated, Denise said, "For one, you don't want to piss me off. For another, you don't want to play that game with Dale because you'll lose big time."

"You're just his whore," Victoria said.

"I'm in the program just like you, but I've learned some things. Right now, I'm the only one you know who has gone through what you're going through. If you piss me off then I might not help you," Denise said.

"Big deal," Victoria said crossing her arms and turning her back to Denise.

"Do you want my help?" Denise asked.

"No. I'd prefer it if you would just fuck off," Victoria answered.

Denise looked at Victoria and came to a major decision. She said, "So be it."

Later that night, Dale told Victoria that he wanted her to come into his office for one of his long talks. He gave her ten minutes to prepare for the meeting. Victoria was drinking a large glass of iced tea and watching the television. Smiling, Denise asked, "Would you like a refill?"

"Sure," Victoria said as if addressing a servant.

Denise went to the kitchen and grabbed the pitcher of ice tea. She carried it into the living room and refilled Victoria's glass. Victoria didn't bother to thank her, but just took a sip of the tea.

Smiling, Denise asked, "Is that good?"

"It is okay," Victoria answered.

"I'm sorry it isn't up to your high standards," Denise said watching Victoria take another drink.

Denise went into Dale's office and whispered in his ear, "She hasn't gone to the bathroom and she's drinking iced tea."

"Thanks for the warning," Dale said. He said, "I'll send her there before we start."

"Don't," Denise said.

"Why?"

"Make her piss herself," Denise said.

"My carpet will get ruined," Dale said.

"Have her stand on a pile of towels rather than in the circle," Denise said.

Dale studied Denise for a minute trying to figure out her motivation. He asked, "Why?"

"She needs it," Denise answered. She looked Dale in the eye and said, "I want to watch."

"My meetings are private," Dale said.

"Okay," Denise said, "but call me in after she pisses herself."

"Why?"

"Just do it. She needs it," Denise answered. She could see that he wasn't convinced. She said, "Please."

"Okay," Dale said.

"Yell at me for not warning her," Denise said just before leaving the room.

Dale watched Denise go and smiled. She was growing. She was learning that what people often needed wasn't kindness, but a good kick in the ass. It was one of the hardest lessons to teach someone.

Denise came back to the office and handed him a stack of towels. She said, "We're out of clean towels except for what is in our bathrooms. Someone will have to do the laundry tomorrow."

"Yes," Dale said. He leaned out the door and shouted, "Victoria. Get in here now."

As Victoria walked past Denise, she said, "My empty glass is in the living room. You can take care of it now."

"I've taken care of everything," Denise replied.

"That's a good little servant whore," Victoria said. If she was going to be treated badly, then she was going to treat everyone even worse.

"Dale's waiting for you," Denise said with a smile.

"He can wait," Victoria said.

Rather than answer, Denise watched Victoria go into the study. The door closed and she went into the living room to wait. She glanced over at the empty glass and smiled. She didn't think she'd have to wait for long.

The wait was only twenty minutes before she heard Dale yell, "Get in here Denise!"

Denise ran to the study and entered. The towels under Victoria were soaked and the woman was crying rivers of tears. She asked, "What do you want Dale?"

"Why didn't you warn her about going to the bathroom before the meeting?" Dale asked crossing his arms and looking angry.

"She quite clearly said that she doesn't want my help," Denise answered.

"She doesn't?" Dale asked with a smile. He had figured that was the case.

"No, Sir. She doesn't. I told her that I could help her, but she told me that she didn't want it," Denise said.

"Bitch," Victoria said, "You knew this was going to happen."

"Of course, I did. I could have warned you, but why should the servant whore help you? I can't think of a single reason," Denise said.

"You made me piss myself," Victoria shouted.

"No she didn't. You pissed yourself because you took a shit on the one person who can help you through the program," Dale said. His eyes narrowed and he said, "You have to live with the consequences of your actions. You can't blame others after you reject their offers of help. You can't blame others when you are the one that pisses on yourself."

"It's her fault," Victoria said knowing that she had no real defense.

Leaning forward and looking Victoria in the eye, Dale said, "Let me tell you what happens to fat women.

"Fat women don't live happy lives. They are miserable and they make everyone around them miserable. The good news is that they don't live long so their misery is of relatively short duration.

"You are a fat woman. You already know that your life is miserable. I've got a feeling that you're the type of fat woman who ends up at five or six hundred pounds. Twenty one years old and you are already sixty pounds overweight. At twenty-five, you'll be a hundred pounds overweight. It'll only get worse.

"You think you're miserable now. Just wait until you weigh in at four hundred pounds. You'll be unable to make your way to the bathroom, because you aren't strong enough to lift your body off the bed. You will end up pissing and shitting in a diaper that you might be able to change yourself. When you get sick, they're going to have to come in with special equipment to cut open a wider door so that they can get you out and to a hospital. It'll take six people to lift you out of your bed.

"You know that is the future that awaits you. You know that you'll end up the giant fat woman who gets news coverage because you're so fat that you have no life. You think that walking around here naked is embarrassing. I've got news for you. It is nothing compared to getting your picture pasted across the national news because you're a fat woman."

Victoria was sobbing. Dale had just described the future that she had nightmares about. She hadn't told him that she had been on a diet before this in which she had lost forty pounds and had already gained twenty of them back. She hadn't mentioned that her doctor had warned her that she was on the verge of getting diabetes.

Denise said, "Victoria, you are offensive because it is easier than being defensive. You strike out at people before they can say mean and nasty things to you. You are ashamed of yourself and use that shame to hurt others.

"You've grown up with schoolyard taunts about being a whale. I know what you have gone through. I've been there. I've listened to the boys say things like fucking me should count as fucking five girls because I'm as big as five girls. I've heard every insult there is that can be aimed at a fat woman because I was a fat woman for a lot longer than you have been one.

"Your problem is that you believed the insults. You accepted what they said and it turned you into a bitter angry person. It is time for you to put that past behind you."

Victoria hadn't stopped crying. She knew the insults. She knew the jokes made about her size. She recognized herself in everything that Denise was saying. She said, "I'm so tired of it all."

Dale said, "Then end it."

"How?" Victoria asked.

Dale answered, "Your only hope of salvation is this program. Look at the monitor on my desk. You'll see what will happen if you stay in the program."

Victoria looked at the monitor. Dale showed the time-lapse video he had created documenting the time Susan spent in the program. He let it loop while he turned back to talk to Victoria. He said, "That is the last woman who graduated the program after entering it as a fat woman. Look at her. She's gorgeous. She could grace the cover of a national magazine, yet at one time she was just a fat woman like you. Look at it. Imagine that is you. If you want to leave here fat, then go now. If you want to leave here looking like a model, then get with the program."

"I want to look like that," Victoria said unable to take her eyes off of the video.

Dale turned away and started a different video. This one was of Denise. He said, "She was a fat woman, but now she's not."

Victoria stared at the video unable to believe how Denise once looked. She looked over at her and said, "You were fat."

"Yes, I was," Denise said, "I'm not fat now."

Dale said, "You have a choice to make, Victoria. You can go through life as a fat woman or you can change. It is up to you. I'll guide you through the process. Denise will give you advice. If you don't want to listen to us, you might as well leave now."

"I want to be thin," Victoria said.

"What will you do to be thin?" Dale asked.

"Anything," Victoria answered.

"I'll tell you what you are going to do. You are going to take that stack of towels down to the basement and use them as your bed tonight. You pissed in your nest, now you need to sleep in it. In the morning, you are going to wash all of the dirty towels, you are going to clean the house, and you are going to cook dinner," Dale said.

"Yes, sir," Victoria said crying.

Dale noticed that Victoria was already rocking in place. He could tell that the woman already needed to use the toilet again. Shaking his head, he said, "You might as well squat and empty the rest of your bladder. We've got a lot to discuss."

Denise watched as Victoria squatted over the towels and let loose with a stream of urine. She couldn't imagine anything more degrading that having to do that in front of two people. Victoria had returned to crying as the towels got even wetter beneath her. She had never done anything so humiliating in her life.

When Victoria finished, Dale said, "Denise, you can leave now."

"Yes, sir," Denise said backing out of the room.

In the living room, Denise picked up the empty glass and carried it into the kitchen. She set it on the counter thinking that there was no reason to be petty. She sat down at the table wanting to cry in sympathy for the young woman. It had been a hard lesson for Victoria, but it was a necessary lesson. That didn't make teaching it any easier. She felt dirty.

Two hours later, Victoria walked past her on her way to the basement. The stack of towels she carried with her were soaking wet. Victoria didn't say a word.

Denise watched her go knowing that they'd start their exercise program in a few minutes. Dale stopped and asked, "Is that what you wanted?"

"No. It was what she needed," Denise said.

"You're right," Dale said. He shook his head and said, "I'm going to order new carpet tomorrow. It has been more than a year since I last replaced it."

"Ah," Denise said.

Dale asked, "How did you know that I'd be able to keep her there?"

"I have confidence in you," Denise answered. It had never dawned on her that he wouldn't keep her there.

Dale shook his head and said, "She's not the first one who has done that."

"I didn't think so," Denise said.

"Don't rub it in," Dale said.

"I won't."

Dale looked at Denise for a few seconds and then asked, "Did you cry afterwards?"

"I wanted to," Denise answered.

Dale said, "I have a tranquility room in the private part of the house. Sometimes, I go in there because I'm too down about the things I have to do. I think that is what keeps me from becoming a monster. Some things should remain hard to do."

"Thank you," Denise said feeling better about the matter.

"Let's get downstairs," Dale said gesturing towards the basement. He said, "I'm going to just fuck her. Having her touch me is just too painful."

Denise looked at Dale and said, "Was I that bad?"

"Close," Dale said opting for his usual blunt honesty.

"I'm sorry," Denise said.

"That was a different person," Dale said shrugging his shoulders.

"I guess," she replied. It was actually pretty easy to divide her life into two parts; one from when she was a fat woman and this one. She had a feeling that by the time she finished the program, she'd have to divide her life into three parts: before, during, and after the program. She hoped that the after part of her life would be the best.

In the basement, Dale said, "Victoria, start your exercises."

Denise watched as Victoria did two of each exercise. She remembered when the workouts had been easy. Now, her workouts left her feeling pretty exhausted. When Victoria finished her exercise program, Denise started hers. She was in the middle of her sit ups when she heard the unmistakable sounds of Dale having sex. She glanced over at the closet and saw that Victoria's ass was sticking out.

The reminder of how it had been to be treated in that manner caused her to falter. Having seen Victoria's face during the previous sexual encounters with Dale left her feeling sick. Dale was right about not wanting to look at a fat woman while he was having sex with her. She understood it from both sides now. Dale had made a bargain and he was living up to his end of it. Victoria felt as if she was being emotionally raped.

Denise wondered if she was actually experiencing the Stockholm syndrome. Lots of victims of kidnappers ended up empathizing with their captors. She shook her head at the idea. The fact was that she was a thousand times happier and more confident than ever before. Her life had changed for the better and those miserable five months of coerced sex had played a key factor in it.

It was difficult to understand just how well Dale understood people. He seemed to know exactly what they needed in order to change and grow. She realized the magnitude of the task he had undertaken. Trying to change the habits, mindset, and conditioning of a lifetime in less than a year and a half was a major challenge. His methods were at times brutal and forced the individual to re-examine everything they believed. She knew that from experience.

Dale finished before Denise had finished her exercise program. She had just gotten on the treadmill when he came over. Smiling, he said, "That was a little better."

"Good," Denise said starting her run slowly.

Dale looked over at Victoria. She was still bent over with half of her body in the closet. By the way her body was shaking, it was obvious that she was crying. He watched her for a moment and then said, "Take a few minutes to talk to her after I've taken her picture."

"Sure," Denise said. She had planned on doing that anyway. This was his first time to have sex with Victoria after the disastrous attempt at a hand job on Victoria's first day in the program. She asked, "Was she a virgin?"

"No. She had a rather bad experience in the backseat of a car when she was a teenager. She thought it was true love and he was thinking about it as a chance to get his rocks off knowing that he'd never be able to brag about shagging a fat girl," Dale answered. He shook his head and said, "She may think that I'm cruel, but she's been surrounded by cruel people her entire life. It is no wonder that she's insane."

"Insane?" Denise asked.

"You know, irrational," Dale answered.

Concerned that she was going to be living with a crazy person, Denise asked, "She's insane?"

"Don't look surprised. You were insane when you were a fat woman," Dale said.

"Why do you say that?"

Dale held out his hand and, folding his fingers with each point made, said, "You were definitely paranoid. You were Narcissistic, although in a very negative way. You had a view of reality that was warped in terms of believing that everyone else's life was a garden party while your life was one of misery. You were socially stunted in that you didn't know how to relate to the people around you. You were sexually inhibited to the point of frigidity."

"Oh," Denise said coming to a stop on the treadmill.

"Five strikes and you're insane," Dale said looking at her.

"Oh," Denise said feeling a little sick to her stomach.

Seeing the expression on her face, Dale said, "Don't worry. You're well on your way to recovery. Your paranoia has abated. Your Narcissistic tendencies have stopped dominating your life. You've started to look at people in a much more realistic manner. You've learned to deal with people from a much more honest base. Finally, you've lost your sexual inhibitions to the point where you can actively enjoy sex."

"Wow, I hadn't thought about that," Denise said. She looked over at Victoria and asked, "So there's hope for her."

"Of course," Dale said. He glanced at the clock and said, "Let's get the pictures taken."

"Okay," Denise said realizing that she hadn't finished her run.

It took a few minutes to get Victoria into the proper pose, but Dale finally managed to get her picture. The woman tended to slouch and that would ruin the time-elapse video. Denise was done in almost no time. Dale looked at the two women and then said, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night, Dale," Denise said.

Victoria stared at the floor where the pile of wet towels was located. She didn't bother saying a word to Dale. Denise watched Dale leave the basement noticing that he walked as though he had a back ache. Under her breath, she said, "It looks to me like he could use a piece of Candy right about now."

Victoria looked up and asked, "What did you say?"

"I was just thinking something out loud," Denise answered with a sigh. She went over and sat on the bed.

"I'm not going to get any sleep tonight," Victoria said. She shook her head and pointed to the towels. She added, "I can't believe he expects me to sleep on them."

"I can," Denise said. Sometimes harsh measures were required to break through thick emotional barriers. Dale never shied away from using harsh measures when they were called for.

"I hate him," Victoria said.

"You say that now, but you'll see it differently as time goes by," Denise said. She remembered having a conversation like this a long time ago.

"You love him," Victoria said.

Denise laughed at the assertion and said, "No. I don't love him. I've come to respect him very much."

"You seem to take a lot of pleasure in fucking him," Victoria said.

Denise smiled and said, "I'm fucking him because I've discovered that I enjoy fucking. I've got a real boyfriend."

"And you are still having sex with Dale?"

Knowing how it sounded, Denise nodded her head and said, "Yes."

"You're a slut," Victoria said.

"Not really, but I doubt that I'll be able to convince you otherwise," Denise said.

Victoria was silent as she stared at the pile of towels. Although it hurt to admit it, she knew that Denise had probably been justified in not warning her about using the bathroom before the meeting with Dale. She said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Just remember that I'm here to help you," Denise said.

"I don't see how. You haven't kept him from raping me," Victoria said.

"He isn't raping you. You agreed to do that and he's holding you to your word. It is consensual sex, not rape," Denise said. She remembered Susan telling her exactly the same thing.

"It sure as hell doesn't feel consensual," Victoria said.

Nodding her head, Denise said, "I know. I've been there and I've felt exactly the same way that you do."

"You were pretty fat when you entered the program," Victoria said realizing that Denise was telling her the truth. It was hard to believe that the fat woman of the video had trimmed down to the extent that Denise had achieved.

"Yes, I was, but I'm not a fat woman anymore."

"You're still fat," Victoria said. Denise might have lost a lot of weight, but she wasn't skinny.

Shaking her head, Denise answered, "I'm overweight. There's a difference."



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Chapter 25


Day 244 Saturday

Denise put on the dress and looked in the mirror. The dress was a light pink gown of a style that was commonly worn by bridesmaids. At least Susan had made sure that it had a nice low front that allowed Denise to show off her rather substantial bosom. It was hard to believe that it was a little loose on her. Only two weeks earlier she had been to the store to have the dress fitted.

Denise looked over at Susan. There had been a time when wearing a dress like that was an impossible dream. For years they had talked about what this day would be like, but the real thing had surpassed their wildest imaginings. She said, "That's a beautiful dress."

Susan modeled her wedding gown and said, "I'm glad that you like it."

"You look radiant," Denise said.

"You're looking real good, too," Susan said.

Denise adjusted her breasts so that her cleavage was a little better defined. She smiled and said, "I kind of like having these puppies now."

"The guys are definitely going to be staring," Susan said.

Running a finger along the front of Susan's gown, Denise said, "You fill out the top of that dress very nicely."

"Thank you," Susan said. She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She sighed and said, "For years I dreamed of getting married. In all of those dreams, I was hugely overweight. I look in the mirror now and have a hard time believing it is me."

"I know what you mean," Denise said. She said, "This is like we used to talk about; you getting married with me as your maid of honor. You'll be my maid of honor at my wedding."

"I'm looking forward to it," Susan said.

"I'm waiting for Larry to ask me," Denise said with a shy smile.

"He will," Susan said.

Denise said, "It won't be anytime soon. He has a lot more time left in the program."

"I had to wait more than a year," Susan said.

Denise smiled and said, "I sometimes forget that."

Susan asked, "Have you seen your family yet?"

"No," Denise said. She had known that Susan had invited them to her wedding and that they had had made the trip from halfway across the country to attend. They had arrived that morning while Denise and Susan were busy getting the gowns.

"Are you worried?"

The last time Denise had talked with her parents was before she had finally quit being a fat woman. The last time they had seen her, she hadn't even entered the program. She wondered how they would react to the new Denise. She shook her head and said, "Not really. I'm sure that they are expecting to see their fat daughter. They are in for a bit of a surprise."

"You can say that again," Susan said. Her parents had been stunned by the difference in their daughter and struck speechless by the news that she was engaged.

The ceremony went off without a problem. All of Susan's family was present as well as her coworkers. Dale was there, but Victoria had remained at the house. Michelle and all of her men were in the audience. Candy was there with Bill. Karen was there with Albert. Denise didn't know the best man, but he had to be the biggest nerd she had ever met. Michelle was watching him with a predatory grin on her face.

After the ceremony, Denise went over to where her parents were standing around. She walked up to them and, giving each a hug in turn, said, "Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad."

Her father looked at her and said, "Wow, you're really looking good. We hardly recognized you when you came down the aisle."

Surprised to see such a smiling happy person, her mother said, "You're looking really great."

"Thanks," Denise said. It seemed to her that her parents had aged a lot since the last time she had seen them. She commented, "You two are looking good."

"We're keeping busy," her father said with a negligent shrug of his shoulders. The transfer that had come with his promotion had not turned out quite as well as he had hoped. After years of fixing up their old house, he had to redo the new house.

"Save a couple of seats at the reception dinner for me," Denise said.

"A couple?" her mother asked.

"My boyfriend will sit with us," Denise said looking around to see if he could spot him. In the chaos of people leaving the church it was impossible to see him.

"You have a boyfriend," her mother asked surprised by that revelation. The last that she had heard, Denise was in total despair of ever finding a boyfriend.

"Yes, I do," Denise said. She said, "He's around here somewhere. I'll introduce him to you when he manages to break free from what he's doing."

Her father frowned and asked, "Why isn't he here with you?"

"Oh, he's probably running an errand for Michelle. I think she wants to add the best man to her stable," Denise answered with a smile.

"Her stable?" her mother asked. She was having a hard time believing how much weight her daughter had dropped. It was also hard to tell that this smiling happy woman was actually her daughter.

"It's a private joke," Denise said with an easy laugh.

"Oh," her mother said with a frown.

There was a tap on Denise's arm and she turned around to discover Candy and Bill standing behind her. Candy gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she said, "The next wedding will be Karen's, then mine, and then finally yours. We're all going to be married within a year."

"I hope so," Denise said.

Bill said, "I'm pretty convinced that Larry will be asking you any time now. He'd be a fool not to."

"Thanks. That's good to know," Denise said smiling broadly. She turned to her parents and said, "Mom and Dad, this is Candy and her boyfriend, Bill. These are my parents, Alice and Tom."

"Nice to meet you," Candy said. She stepped over and gave them both a nice hug and a kiss. Bill shook hands with her father.

Stepping back into Bill's waiting arms, Candy said, "We're going to head over to the reception now."

"Okay," Denise said.

As Candy walked away, Alice said, "She's a little friendly."

Still shocked at the kiss he had received, Tom said, "Very friendly."

"That's Candy. Everybody loves Candy," Denise said.

"That was quite a kiss she gave you. Is there something we should know?" her mother asked. She swore that Candy had slipped her daughter a little tongue in the midst of that kiss.

"Nothing," Denise said. She said, "Well, I better go find Larry and head over to the reception. They want to take a bunch of photographs there and, as the Maid of Honor, I'm supposed to be in a bunch of them."

"Sure," her mother said with a worried frown.

Denise finally found Larry talking to Michelle. She slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms round him. She said, "Guess who?"

"It must be the sexiest woman on the planet," Larry answered.

"How did you know?" Denise asked in a teasing voice.

"I immediately got an erection when you touched me," Larry answered turning around to give her a hug.

"You say the nicest things," Denise said enjoying the light hearted banter. She wasn't disappointed by the sudden swelling in his pants.

He said, "You are so sexy in that outfit. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

"Did I ever tell you that I enjoy hearing things like that?" Denise asked.

Larry quoted, "O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."

"Now that gets me hot," Denise said recognizing the quote from Romeo and Juliet.

"It should my dear, for soon I shall stand outside your balconied window and beg your divine favor," Larry said.

"You shall have it," Denise said with a laugh. She felt that she could deny him nothing.

"Let us be off for we have things to do and little time within which we can do them," Larry said.

"To the reception," Denise said laughing when he picked her up and carried her towards the car. She wasn't surprised that he could carry her; Michelle's program emphasized exercise too.

The reception was held in the garden of a banquet hall. The spring weather had cooperated enough to make it pleasant. There were a dozen different places around the garden that were perfect for photographs and it seemed to Denise that they had a hundred pictures taken at each one. Everyone was relieved when Susan finally said, "Enough with the pictures. I want to party."

The bride, the groom, the best man, and the bridesmaids made their way to the tables where people were waiting for them. On reaching the reception area, the group broke up and headed in different directions.

Denise found the table where her parents were seated. She stopped by and said, "Let me find Larry. I'll be right back."

It didn't take Denise long to find Larry. He and Albert were discussing their research with their normal passion. Denise kissed him chasing all thoughts about his research from his mind. He looked at her with a smile and said, "You are gorgeous."

"Thank you," she said feeling his member swell.

He looked around and said, "I wish we could be alone."

She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye and said, "The coat room?"

"When?"

"Now."

"Let's go."

The couple walked off holding hands in search of the coat room. Once there, Denise pushed him into the coat room and paused to look around. She spotted her mother and waved. She stepped inside the coatroom. After kissing Larry, she dropped to her knees and fished his cock out of his suit pants. She slipped his cock into her mouth. He moaned at the sensation. Denise really went to work on his cock. When he was close to coming, she eased off. She then went to work taking him to the edge and then easing off again. She teased him like that for close to ten minutes before letting him come in her mouth. His legs were shaking by that time.

"Oh my God."

Denise looked over at where the voice had come from and saw that her mother was standing with her back to them. In a conversational tone of voice, she said, "Hello Mom."

"Uh oh," Larry said. He wished Michelle was there to tell him how to deal with this kind of situation.

"I'm... ," her mother started to say. She covered her mouth trying to figure out what one was supposed to say.

Still holding his cock in her hand, Denise said, "Larry, this is my mother, Alice. Mom, this is Larry."

"Uh... ," her mother said starting to turn around and then deciding to remain facing away from them.

"Nice to meet you ma'am," Larry said. He leaned down and said, "I think it is time to put little Larry away."

Denise looked at his cock and then kissed the head of it. She tucked it back into his trousers with exaggerated care. Zipping up his zipper, she said, "There you go. The big guy is all tucked away for the next time."

"Thank you," Larry said.

Finally recovering a little, her mother said, "I thought I saw you go in here and wanted to let you know that they were bringing out the food."

Denise rose from her knees and said, "Let's go eat."

Alice could not believe how calm Denise was about having been caught in such a compromising position. She was so flustered that she couldn't think straight. This was not the daughter that she had raised. She said, "I think I'll stop by the Ladies room and freshen up a bit."

"That's not a bad idea," Denise said wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb and forefinger.

When they reached the women's restroom, Larry stopped outside the door and said, "I'll wait for you."

"Thanks," Denise said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Inside the ladies room, Alice turned to Denise and said, "That's your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he is," Denise answered.

"I hope he didn't force you into doing that," her mother said.

Denise laughed at the idea of Larry forcing her into doing that. She said, "No. He expressed a desire to be alone with me, but the coatroom and the blowjob was all my idea. He wasn't in much shape to argue once I got his cock in my mouth."

Alice turned red. Not knowing how to respond, she said, "Oh. That's nice."

"Yes, it is nice," Denise said. She turned to look at her mother. In a very serious voice, she said, "I'm not the fat woman you used to know. I've turned into an attractive sexy woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. I want Larry and I'm going to get him."

"Oh," Alice said thinking that this wasn't the daughter she had last seen.

Denise looked over at her mother and noticed the worried look on her face. She said, "Just for your information, I love to do that for him. Odds are good that I'll drag him in there one more time before we leave. You might do that for dad. I'm sure that he'd appreciate it."

"Oh my," her mother said thinking that her face couldn't get any redder.

Looking at her mother, Denise said, "Let's get to the table before Dad thinks we've run off."

"Right," Alice said following behind Denise.

Denise took Larry's arm and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"You're well worth waiting for," Larry said patting her arm.

"That's so sweet," Denise said.

After the meal had been served and consumed, Denise's father studied Larry as if he was some sort of weird specimen under a microscope. He wondered what kind of guy would be interested in his daughter. He asked, "So tell me about yourself, Larry."

"I'm a research scientist in the computer science and computer engineering department at the university. I am investigating the use of clustered computers in the area of signal processing. I've got a grant from the National Science Foundation to investigate processing of seismic data," Larry answered.

"You're a scientist?" Tom asked.

"That's right. PhD from CMU," Larry answered.

"Oh," Tom said looking over at Denise. He wondered how she had managed to connect with him.

"What do you do?" Larry asked.

"I sell paper wholesale," Tom answered.

"Interesting," Larry said. He looked up at the sky for a second and then said, "I was reading a couple of weeks ago that the paper recycling industry has made major strides in reducing the waste products of the recycling process. If I recall correctly, there's a plant that actually manages to reclaim almost a hundred percent of what had once been waste products."

"I know about that plant. They've been in the news a lot recently," Tom answered surprised that Larry knew something about his industry. Most people didn't think much about paper or the industry that produced it. As much as it might be a cliché the fact of the matter was that the whole country ran on paper. It was everywhere.

"Maybe that's where I read about it," Larry said in an uncertain ton of voice. He looked off to the side as he thought about it. After a minute, he said, "I know. I was at the airport a couple of weeks ago coming back from a conference and someone had left a trade journal on one of the seats in the terminal. Let's see, if I recall correctly it was the TAPPI journal."

"That's a bit more technical than just a trade journal," Tom said. He realized that Larry probably knew more about his industry than he did if he was actually able to read the TAPPI journal. That was the scientific journal for the industry.

Larry shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, I enjoyed reading it."

"So what are your plans for the future?" Tom asked wanting to change the subject.

"I'm glad that you asked that," Larry answered. He took Denise's hand and said, "I wanted to get your permission to ask Denise to become my wife."

"Oh. I don't know what to say," Tom answered shocked by the statement. He glanced at his wife to see her reaction, but she was just sitting there red faced.

"Oh," Larry said. He had been expecting a quick yes from her father.

From her seat next to Larry, Michelle said, "Lawrence, what did I tell you about asking those kinds of questions in public? You should make them in private where the person asked the question can get their concerns addressed without looking foolish. You've put her father in an awkward position where he is either forced to say yes or he has to make a scene in public."

"Yes, ma'am," Larry said. Looking at Tom, Larry said, "I apologize. I hope that we could take some time to discuss the matter in private. At your convenience, of course."

"No need to do that," Tom said looking at the overjoyed expression on Denise's face. He said, "You have my permission to ask her."

Denise wagged a finger at Michelle and said, "Don't say a word."

Michelle laughed and said, "I won't. Marriage proposals are supposed to public."

"Will you marry me?" Larry asked after getting down on one knee.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"This is so great!" Larry said smiling like he'd won the lottery. He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when Denise had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

After giving him a very long and passionate kiss, Denise looked at him and asked, "Are you up for another trip to the coatroom?"

Her mother sprayed the table with the water she had been sipping. Tom turned to her and asked, "Are you okay, Alice?"

"I'm fine," Alice answered frantically trying to find something to wipe up her spilled water.

Fumbling with trying to get the ring from his coat pocket, Larry answered, "I think your mother would prefer it if we stayed here."

"Please stay here," Alice said.

"Well done, Lawrence," Michelle said with a smile. She didn't have any doubts concerning what Denise wanted to do in the coatroom. She guessed by Alice's reaction that the woman had caught them at it.

Larry finally managed to get the ring out of his coat pocket and opened the case for Denise to see. It didn't take long for the ring to get removed from the case and onto her finger. She pulled him in for another scorching hot kiss.

Tom shifted nervously in his seat. There was no doubt that Denise was putting her all into that kiss. Leaning over to his wife, he said, "She's not the shy girl we used to know."

"You can say that again," Alice said thinking that he had no idea how bold his daughter had become.

"Okay," Tom said not quite understanding his wife's reply.

Michelle looked over at the best man seated at the other table and said, "I wonder if Albert has had a chance to talk to him yet."

Seeing where Michelle was looking, Larry said, "Robert, I'm sure that Michelle would love it if you invited the best man over here."

Robert looked over at the best man and replied, "You're right."

When Robert had left the table, Michelle sighed and said, "It is so hard keeping young men. First Chuck runs off with Susan. Then Albert goes after Karen. We'll be attending her wedding in a couple of months. Of course, nothing on Earth could keep Bill and Candy apart. Now, Larry has chased and caught Denise. How is a woman to keep entertained?"

Denise laughed and asked, "How many men do you have lined up?"

"Only a dozen or so," Michelle said.

"Just what do you do with all of those men?" Alice asked meekly.

"I train them in the social arts," Michelle answered. She smiled and said, "It is a lot of work, but the rewards are great."

Denise nearly burst out laughing at how Michelle had answered the question. She said, "Michelle is very good at her work. Larry has made substantial progress in the time that I've known him."

"Thank you, Denise. That's high praise," Michelle said with a smile. She looked over and said, "Here comes my brother."

Dale wandered over to the table and said, "I noticed a little excitement over here. I take it he finally proposed."

"Yes, he did," Denise answered holding out the hand with the ring on it.

"Very good. I've been wondering what was taking him so long," Dale said. He smiled and said, "You've caught a good one. I think that he and Albert will be opening their own business before long. I've got a feeling that they are going to be extremely rich in the future."

"I don't care about that," Denise said.

"I know and that is what makes you the perfect wife for him," Dale said.

"Well said, little brother," Michelle said.

"Thank you, big sister," Dale replied nodding his head. He looked over where Robert was and commented, "I see you've found another one."

"We'll see," Michelle said.

Alice asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Dale. I'm in charge of the program that Denise is in to redefine herself as a person," Dale answered.

Denise said, "He helped Susan and I lose weight. Susan started a year before I did."

"Oh," her mother said staring at Dale. She didn't like him at all.



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Chapter 26


Day 245 Sunday

Denise peeked out the peephole of the door to see who was ringing the doorbell so early in the morning. Stepping back, she looked over at Dale in horror and said, "It is my mother."

"Get dressed and met us on the front porch," Dale said calmly getting up from his chair. He looked over at Victoria and said, "Prepare a tray with coffee, cups, cream, and sugar and bring it to the front porch."

Victoria answered, "Yes, Dale."

Denise ran to her room to get dressed while Dale answered the door. Alice was startled when she saw Dale at the door rather than Denise. She said, "I'm looking for Denise."

Dale stepped out of the house and closed the door behind him. Gesturing to a set of chairs on the porch, he said, "Have a seat. She'll join us out here in a minute."

"Oh. I thought I had the wrong house. I didn't think Denise could afford a house this big on her salary," Alice said still a little overwhelmed by the neighborhood. This was one of those areas where the houses were not visible from the street. She knew that meant big money was involved.

Dale said, "This is my house. Denise lives here while she's in the program."

"Ah, this mysterious program," Alice said.

Dale looked over at the car parked in the driveway and asked, "Where's your husband?"

"He had a little bit too much to drink last night. I left him at the hotel nursing a hangover," Alice answered.

Nodding his head, Dale said, "I always found a blowjob first thing in the morning helped me get over hangovers."

"Excuse me?" Alice said shocked at his blunt language.

"Yes. It seems to stimulate the endorphins and does wonders for headaches. A couple of glasses of water followed by a blowjob and then a shower and I'm set to go for the day," Dale said watching Alice's reaction.

"I've never... ," Alice said stuttering.

"Pity. I'm sure that your husband would enjoy that treatment right about now," Dale said. He gestured to the chair and said, "Please have a seat. Denise will be out in a minute."

Wondering what her daughter had gotten into as a result of associating with such a crude man, Alice sat down on the chair. She said, "If you don't mind me saying it, I find you to be a very rude man."

Dale took a seat and replied, "I don't mind you saying it, but I'm concerned that you believe it. I'm blunt and honest. I realize in today's world of political correctness that can be viewed as rude, but I assure you that it is not."

"Oh," Alice said frowning. She was trying to decide if she had been insulted somehow, but decided not.

Denise stepped out of the house wearing her best work dress. She looked over at her mother and said, "Hello, Mom. I'm kind of surprised to see you here. I thought we were meeting for lunch at noon."

"I wanted to talk to you without your father around," Alice said.

Volunteering data that Alice would have preferred unvoiced, Dale said, "It appears that your father is nursing a hangover and your mother thought it would be better to be here than taking care of him."

"Mom is a little reserved," Denise said.

"Pity," Dale said shaking his head. He wondered at times where people got their sense of propriety.

"I'm here to talk to my daughter, not to you," Alice said.

"That's okay. Victoria will be out with some coffee in a minute. We'll drink our coffee and then I'll leave you two to talk," Dale said.

He had just finished saying that when Victoria stepped out of the front door carrying a tray loaded with the coffee items. She set it down on the little table on the patio and said, "I put a little of the coffee cake on the tray in case you'd like to snack on it."

Alice stared at Victoria open mouthed. Hiding his irritation at her, Dale said, "That was nice of you."

"I'll go back in the house. Just knock on the window if you need anything," Victoria said.

"Thank you," Dale said.

"You're naked," Alice managed to say.

"I know. Why anyone would want to look at me is beyond my understanding," Victoria said walking back into the house. She wished that she could stay there to hear how they explained her to Denise's mother.

"What kind of program is it you are running, Mr. Speers?" Alice asked glaring at the man.

"A very successful program. Every woman who has entered it has reached her target weight and has kept it over the years. Even more significantly, they've all obtained their dreams," Dale answered. He leaned over and picked up the coffee pot. Looking at Alice, he asked, "Coffee?"

"Yes," Alice answered staring at him in disbelief.

Dale poured a cup and asked, "Cream and sugar?"

"Yes to both," Alice answered wondering if she had stepped into an alternate reality.

Dale fixed the coffee and handed it over to Alice. Looking over at Denise, he asked, "Coffee?"

"Yes, please," Denise answered watching the expressions flitting across her mother's face.

As Dale prepared Denise's coffee, he said, "While my methods may appear very unorthodox, I deliver results. From my conversations with Denise, I believe that you have known Susan since she was a young girl. Did you ever think that you would see her like she was yesterday?"

"Not really," Alice answered. She had always believed that the two girls would get married one day, but she had never thought that they would look that good at the time.

"Susan graduated the program a couple of months ago," Dale said. He handed the cup of coffee to Denise and asked, "How many pounds did she lose?"

"She lost forty pounds," Denise answered.

"That's right," Dale said fixing a cup of coffee for himself. He asked, "How many pounds have you lost?"

"I think it is close to thirty two or thirty three. I haven't weighed myself in a couple of weeks," Denise answered.

Alice stared at Denise unable to believe what she was hearing. Ever since Denise had been a young girl, she had weighed herself two and three times a day. Every gain or loss of an ounce was tracked with a sick single minded obsession. She asked, "You don't know how much weight you've lost?"

"Well, the point of the program isn't to lose weight. It is to redefine us as something other than fat women," Denise answered.

Dale sat back and took a sip of his coffee. He said, "Victoria did a good job with the coffee this morning. Her skills in the kitchen are improving. At least she has figured out how to measure the two ingredients for coffee."

Denise took a sip of her coffee and nodded her head. She looked at her mother and said, "I've been in the program for eight months. I'm well on my way to reaching my weight goal. I've got about sixteen more pounds to lose. Last night, I jogged four and a half miles. Can you believe that?"

"Miles?" Alice asked.

"Yes," Denise answered. She reached over and picked up a piece of the coffee cake and took a bite out of it.

Alice looked at the coffee cake and asked, "Aren't you supposed to avoid things like that on your diet? It has to have a lot of calories."

Dale said, "We don't count calories. She eats when her body requires it and eats enough to satisfy the body's needs."

Denise was quiet for a moment and then said, "I haven't felt guilty about eating in months. I hadn't really thought about it."

Dale smiled and said, "That was the day you stopped being a fat woman."

Denise said, "I've got to lose about two pounds a month. That's not too difficult."

"Oh," Alice said finding it hard to believe that Denise was saying it was easy to lose that kind of weight. The entire time Denise was growing up she had watched her daughter try one ridiculous diet after another.

"Try the coffee cake. I made it," Denise said with a smile.

Dale stood and said, "I've finished my coffee. If you ladies will excuse me, I'll leave you to have a private chat."

"Thank you, Dale. I'm sure there's a lot that Mom and I need to catch up on," Denise said with a smile. She hoped she was hiding how nervous she actually felt.

"It has been a pleasure talking with you," Dale said to Alice.

"Same here," Alice said with a polite smile.

"I'll pretend to believe you," Dale said before he returned to the house.

When the door closed behind him, Alice growled, "I hate that man."

"I used to feel that way," Denise said taking a sip of her coffee.

"What is going on here? Yesterday I catch you doing dirty things in the coatroom and today some naked woman is serving us coffee," Alice said.

Feeling nervous, Denise answered, "You caught Larry and I having a romantic interlude. While I'll agree that it probably was not the best time and place, I will argue that it wasn't dirty. He and I are lovers. We were doing what lovers do. I was giving him pleasure."

"But... ," Alice said.

Interrupting her, Denise said, "You should do that for Dad. I'm sure that he'd enjoy it."

"That's disgusting," Alice said.

Denise said, "The first hundred times you do it, you might feel that way. Then one day you'll wake up and see it for what it really is — a very intimate and personal way to give pleasure to a man."

"Don't lecture me about sex, young lady," Alice said.

"I will lecture you about sex. Until I entered the program, I had never had sex with the same man more than one time. I was a lousy fuck. No man in today's world is going to marry a lousy fuck," Denise said leaning towards her mother and pointing a finger at her. She added, "Do you know why I was a lousy fuck? I'll tell you why. I listened to your sex advice growing up. Let me tell you something, it was the worst advice one person could give another."

"Why I never!"

"That's the problem. You never learned to enjoy it. You never learned that it wasn't about duty, but that it was about pleasure," Denise said.

"Sex is private," Alice shouted back.

"Okay. So it is private. That doesn't mean you can't do it for fun!"

"But..."

Denise said, "I never saw you naked when I was a little girl. You wouldn't even change into your bathing suit in front of me. I learned from you to be ashamed of my body. As I got fat, the shame grew larger than my body."

"You've been telling that man that I'm the one responsible for you being fat, haven't you?"

Shaking her head, Denise said, "No. It is interesting, but Dale isn't concerned about why we're fat. He is concerned with breaking bad habits and treating insanity."

"Insanity?" Alice asked.

"Yes, insanity. He told me a couple of weeks ago that I had been insane when I started the program. I didn't believe him at first, but he convinced me that he was right," Denise said.

"I don't believe it," Alice said.

Denise said, "I was paranoid. I felt that everyone was out to get me. I viewed every compliment or nice thing that someone said to me as a setup for an insult. I was always waiting for the next person to hurt me."

"Well, people were mean to you," Alice said.

"I was Narcissistic in a negative way. I spent as much time looking at my body as the worst Narcissist you can imagine. Whereas a positive Narcissist loves his body and being, a negative Narcissist loathes everything about himself. Either extreme is unhealthy," Denise said.

"I know you were worried about your weight," Alice said biting her lower lip.

"I held views that, frankly speaking, were delusional. For a long time I believed that everyone else had it easy while my life was tough. I figured that my little paycheck was smaller than everyone else's paycheck when in fact I made better money than most people. I actually believed that my apartment was the smallest one in the complex when it was the same size as every other one-bedroom apartment there," Denise said.

Alice shook her head at the idea of what Denise was saying to her. It would be easy to convince someone that believed all of that to accept that they were insane. She said, "The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence."

Denise shook her head and said, "I was socially retarded. I didn't know how to deal with people on a social level. I couldn't hold conversations with them. I sat back and watched others talk without participating because I didn't know how. You can call it shy, but it wasn't that I was afraid to say something; I didn't know what to say. There's a vast difference between the two."

"You're an educated person. Surely you could talk to people about what you knew," her mother countered.

"I could talk in a business situation about business, but not in a social situation about common topics. All I knew about was being fat," Denise said.

"Oh."

Denise said, "Here's the final thing. I was so inhibited that I was clinically frigid. The only time that I could experience an orgasm was when it snuck up me. I couldn't get wet for sex. I was stone cold frigid."

"I can't say anything about that," her mother said.

"Dale was right. I was insane," Denise said looking at her mother.

"I can't say that I agree with you," her mother said. To admit it would be to admit that she was a bad mother.

"Those five things taken together is what Dale defines as a fat woman. When all five had been demolished, an overweight woman stops being a fat woman. It took Dale five months to cure me. It took him six months to cure Susan. The remainder of the time in the program is spent defining what kind of woman I'll become," Denise said sitting back in her chair.

Her mother sat in her chair sputtering, but saying nothing. Denise smiled and said, "I like what I'm becoming. I've discovered that I can be a kind, caring, considerate, and nice person. I've learned to play golf and to tell the truth, I really enjoy it. I've learned to deal with people on a social level. I can make small talk with the best. I have confidence in myself.

"My dreams are coming true. I have a man in my life that women will envy. He even proposed to me yesterday. I dated six men in my entire life. He's the first one who asked me out the second time. I was even fatter back then, but he didn't care. He liked me. He respects me. He loves me.

"I am saving money for a house. I've gotten ten thousand dollars saved already. In another six months, I'll have almost eighteen thousand dollars for a down payment. Larry has saved even more than that. We're going to get the house we want; not just the only house we can afford.

"I'm dreaming of having kids one day and watching them as they grow up to be healthy and strong. Larry loves the idea of having kids. We both want two kids. We'd prefer a boy and girl, but we'll accept what nature gives us."

"It sounds lovely," her mother said.

"It is lovely and I'm very happy. The only tears I've cried in ages are tears of happiness," Denise said.

"Life isn't that easy."

Denise snorted and said, "Do you think it was easy for me to get all of that? I went through hell. Don't' tell me about easy. Easy was getting fat. Easy was staying poor. Easy was staying lonely. That kind of stuff comes easily."

"I'm worried for you," Alice said.

Denise shook her head and said, "Don't worry about me. You saw Susan yesterday. Soon you'll see me just like that."

"I don't like that man," Alice said.

"You don't have to like him," Denise said. She looked at her mother for a few seconds and said, "Get back to the hotel and take care of Dad."

"He's got a horrible hangover," her mother said.

"Have him drink a couple glasses of water. Then give him a blowjob. After a shower, he'll be set for the day," Denise said wanting to shock her mother. She wondered at times how her father put up with her mother for so many years.

"That's disgusting," her mother said shocked to hear the words coming out of her daughter's mouth.

"It is effective," Denise said. She wondered if her father had a woman on the side. She knew that he always kept a little mad money on the side, but she'd never seen him buy anything with it.

"That man has poisoned your mind with that kind of garbage," her mother said.

Denise shook her head and said, "No. Candy told me that."

"Oh," Alice said thinking about the overly friendly woman from the previous day. The other woman, Michelle, had been just as disturbing in how she looked at the men around her. She shook her head and said, "I don't know what kind of people you've gotten mixed up with, but I don't like it."

"Go back to the hotel and take care of Dad," Denise said knowing that there was no use trying to convince her mother that her life was better than it had ever been.

Alice looked at her daughter for a minute. She asked, "What would I see if I went in the house?"

"You'd probably see Victoria cleaning the house and Dale preparing lunch in the kitchen," Denise answered.

"Why are we out here if you aren't ashamed of what goes on inside the house?"

Denise smiled as she considered all of the answers she could give. Finally, she said, "Consideration for your feelings."

"Why?"

"The rules of the house would require you to strip on stepping through the front door. Dale didn't think you'd be too happy about that," Denise answered.

"He's right about that," Alice said.

"I'm glad you'll admit that he's right about something," Denise said.

At lunch, Denise and her father were left at the table alone while Alice went upstairs to get some pills for her headache. Tom looked over at Denise and said, "Don't be angry at your mother."

"Why do you say that?" Denise asked.

"Your mother is a very reserved person. She doesn't share her feelings very easily. I know she loves me, but she's not very good at showing it or expressing it. She feels things, but hides her feelings very well."

"Oh," Denise said.

"You've always had a kind of love/hate relationship with her because of that. I'm asking that you put the hate part aside. It isn't healthy," her father said.

Denise sat back in her chair and thought about her relationship with her mother. The woman was a master of avoiding intimacy. When Denise had been upset, her mother was the one who suggested going to the ice cream parlor as a diversion. As she had grown older and fatter, she had learned that all she had to do was to fake being upset and they'd go get ice cream. After a while, she didn't have to fake it any more. She said, "I don't hate her. I wish she'd break down that wall around her heart that she's built."

"It is there for a reason," her father said.

"Do you know the reason?"

He shook his head. Seeing that she wanted more of an answer than that, he said, "I suspect a couple of things, but she's never told me. There have been hints about abuse, but I can't even tell you what kind or who did it."

"Oh," Denise said. "Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"You would have used it to hurt her," her father answered in a sad voice.

"Why have you told me now?"

Her father said, "You've changed. You aren't as bitter or angry. You're happy for a change. I've never really seen you happy like this."

"Oh," Denise said. She looked away for a minute and asked, "How do you deal with it?"

"I have my ways," he answered cryptically.

"A mistress?"

"I couldn't afford that," he answered.

"Ah, I understand," Denise said realizing that he was probably visiting prostitutes.

"I thought you would," Tom answered. He looked over in the direction of the restaurant entrance and said, "Your mother wouldn't understand."

"I know."

"I like your young man. I think he's quite the catch," Tom said.

"I think so too. He's real smart and ambitious," Denise said. She was silent for a moment and then added, "He loves me and he's not afraid to say it or show it. He's always gentle and kind. Sometimes he starts spouting poetry or lines from Shakespeare. One day he had a little too much to drink and recited the entire poem, 'The Jabberwocky.' I never laughed so hard in my life. He was standing on the stool in the bar reciting the words of the poem with grand gestures.

"He brings me flowers and chocolates because that is what a young man calling on a young woman is supposed to do. He takes me dancing; not the modern kind of thing where you jump around like an idiot, but the waltz. He's learned the tango and has been teaching it to me. He reads everything and will tell me all about it when he finds something particularly fascinating. It is like he's a kid at times that way. He gets excited about ideas.

"He is convinced that I'm going to become an author and write some great novel. He asks me to tell him stories. I found it nearly impossible at first, but I've gotten into it. He'll say, tell me a story that takes place in the old west. I'll start talking about how Dead Eye Smith faced down Slow Hand Mickey in a duel at sundown. After a while, I really get into it. He acts like a child hearing a tale around the campfire.

"It is funny, but I never saw myself as an author or story teller. Claire told me that she had never met anyone for whom words came so easily. Somehow, everyone just started talking about me writing a novel one day. I've come to like the idea of that."

"Are you going to write one?" Tom asked.

"I just might one of these days. I've got this idea in which an old priest is telling someone, heaven is above and hell is below, I guess that would make purgatory right about here," Denise said.

"I think the church got rid of purgatory," her father said.

"Then I'll make him an old senile priest," Denise said with a smile.

"Where would this story take place?"

"I figure that it should be an old Victorian Home," Denise said.

"Interesting," her father said. He smiled at her and added, "You've become a much more interesting person."



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Chapter 27


Day 251 Saturday

While anal sex had convinced Denise that she was nothing more than a whore, oral sex had that effect on Victoria. Ever since the first time she had taken Dale's cock in her mouth, she had called herself a whore. Even after several weeks of giving head, she still approached the task with extreme dread. Still it didn't prevent her from performing the act.

Surprising Denise, Victoria preferred anal sex to oral sex. Denise speculated that Victoria viewed sex as dirty and that since her neither region was dirty that it only made sense that filling her bowels with his cock was better than spoiling her mouth with his seed.

Denise knew that engaging in the act that made Victoria feel like a whore was only the first insult to her sexuality that Dale would inflict. He would seek out the sex act that would completely break the woman's sexual resistance. She had expected it to happen for Victoria when the woman was asked to eat Dale's come from her cunt. When that day came, Victoria surprised her.

Victoria's breaking point was not having sex with woman as it had been for Denise. She had handled that act with reluctance, but not revulsion. Denise had been surprised by that, but she didn't comment. It was true that Victoria's performance had been lackluster and had not led Denise to an orgasm.

The act that got to Victoria was immediately obvious the moment when Dale asked to stick her tongue up his asshole. She had paled and stared at him in absolute horror. Denise was surprised by that. She didn't particularly like doing it, but after the trauma of anal sex and eating come out of Susan it hadn't seemed like that big of a deal.

Victoria, on the other hand, had totally freaked at the suggestion. She fought and threatened to leave rather than do it. For three days, the battle of wills had been fought with Dale insisting and Victoria resisting. Each time Victoria had resisted, Denise had been called upon to do it and she was getting tired of it.

Denise watched Dale as he finally got Victoria to try it. He lay on his back and lifted his legs while spreading his knees presenting his asshole to Victoria. Denise stood by as Victoria slowly stuck her tongue out and moved towards Dale's ass. Her tongue almost touched him, but then she pulled away. She turned and vomited on the floor of the basement. She collapsed on the floor and curled into a tight ball lying atop the pool of vomit.

Dale sat up and looked at Victoria. He knew that the next time she did it would require her to be in a very special mental state. She'd have to be desperate for attention in order to overcome that level of revulsion. He looked over at Denise and nodded.

Denise understood what he meant. When Victoria refused to do it the next time, they would begin the shunning process. She remembered how it felt and pitied Victoria. At the time it happened to her, she had no idea why Dale was making her eat the come from Susan. Now she understood what he had wanted her to understand. There didn't have to be any artificial limits in what a person could do in terms of sex. A lover should be able to fulfill all of her partner's sexual desires. So long as something was done safely and with proper hygiene, there was no reason not to do something.

Knowing that Dale was hard and waiting to come, Denise knelt down and sucked his cock. She worked it over and slipped a finger into his ass to massage his prostate gland. After a few minutes he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed while looking up at him. In terms of her standards of late, it was not a particularly good blowjob.

When she finished, Dale said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I figured that you could use it," Denise said.

"Let's go upstairs and talk."

Denise followed Dale to his study. He gestured to a chair and said, "Sit down. This isn't one of those sessions."

"Okay," Denise said wondering what he wanted to discuss. She was pretty sure that it wasn't the quality of her blowjob. At least it wasn't one of those 'stand in the circle' discussions. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle that at the moment.

Dale took a seat and said, "You're wondering why I'm forcing her to give me a rim job."

"I know that you like them, but she's very averse to giving them," Denise said trying to avoid being too combative.

"Why do you think I'm forcing her to do it?"

Denise looked off to the side and then answered, "You want to force her to reach a point where she'll do anything sexual that her partner may want her to do."

"Actually, you're wrong although that is a consequence of what I'm trying to do," Dale said.

"Really?" Denise asked not believing him. She could hardly wait to hear his explanation.

Dale was disappointed by how little Denise understood about what she had experienced. It seemed to him that she should have gained some appreciation for her experiences. He said, "She has thousands of little self-imposed boundaries. She doesn't even know why she has most of them. When she reaches a boundary, she stops without understanding why she's stopped. They limit what she will do despite the fact that she can actually do them. She exists as a mere fraction of the person that she could be.

"She can't grow until we manage to knock down those boundaries, but we can't do that for all of them. There just isn't enough time and we'll never discover them all. Unless you are willing to take years to do it, the elimination of a very solid boundary has to be somewhat brutal. You have to force them to get through it or they'll never even try. Even if they do try, they'll give a half-hearted effort and give up.

"I think boundaries are often strongest in the area of sex. I don't know where they come from, but people react very strongly when it comes to hitting one of them. You saw how she vomited and curled into a tight little ball. She retreated mentally as a result of having even attempted it. Let's be honest, it was a half hearted attempt.

"She fought doing it the first time, but conceded after a lot of pressure. She got sick from even attempting to do it and that tells me it is a very deep and strong barrier. She's going to fight with everything she has to keep from doing it again. This is the barrier that we have to destroy in its totality. It is the key to unleashing her true potential.

"Breaking through one of those very primitive barriers teaches a person that all lesser barriers can be destroyed. It is about reaching the primitive parts of the mind and changing it at a fundamental level. In the future when you reach a point where you say, 'I can't do that, ' the primitive part of your brain will think back to that episode and say, 'I can do it if I have to.' It isn't much of a step to teach the primitive part of the brain to finally drop the 'have to' part of that latter thought."

"I'm not sure that I buy that," Denise said looking over at Dale.

"How many times since you broke down and ate the come out of Susan have you said to yourself that you couldn't do something and then just went ahead and did it?" Dale asked.

"A dozen, maybe more," Denise answered after thinking about it. She hadn't ever considered how she had grown in that manner.

"I'm not talking about just sex. I'm talking about taking on little things that seemed beyond you for no real reason," Dale said.

"Like what?" Denise asked confused by his statement.

Dale took a few seconds to come up with an example and then asked, "How about giving a public presentation?"

"Oh, yeah," Denise said. One of the things that Karen had done was to start having her give presentations to potential customers detailing the documentation process followed by the firm. She'd been terrified, but did it anyway. Much to her surprise, she managed to do a pretty good job of it the first time she had tried. Since then, she'd done it several times without any fears.

"Or negotiating a change in the agreement with me as aggressively as you did when I had the problem with the manual?" Dale asked.

"I'll admit that I surprised myself on that one," Denise answered.

"How about when you faced your mother on the front porch and stood your ground on the assault against your sexuality?"

"Okay. Maybe I do believe you," Denise conceded. There had been a time when she would have crumbled under her mother's questioning by either lying or accepting what her mother said. This time she had answered honestly and argued back. She hadn't thought about the number of things that she had been afraid to do before starting the program.

Dale said, "It is a subtle effect and she won't realize what has happened to her when all is said and done, but it will have a dramatic effect on her life."

"I can see that," Denise said.

"You know what we are going to have to do when she refuses," Dale said leaning forward.

Thinking back to her experience, Denise nodded her head and answered, "We'll have to shun her."

"That's right," Dale said. He sat back in his chair and laced his fingers together. Looking thoughtful, he said, "This is going to be the hardest thing you'll ever have to do. She's going to do everything in her power to get you to notice her. You have to ignore her and pretend that she doesn't exist."

"I remember how I felt," Denise said wondering if she was going to be able to do it.

"I know," Dale said.

"How long do we leave her down there?" Denise asked.

"I'll go down there in a few minutes. If she comes to you, be supportive about her feelings, but don't support her reaction. Let her know that she wasn't asked do anything remarkable and that her reaction seemed a little excessive," Dale said.

Denise nodded her head. She said, "I will."

Denise went into the kitchen to prepare dinner while Dale talked with Victoria in his study. It was quiet in the kitchen while she peeled fresh vegetables that were to be part of the main dish. The silence in the kitchen actually felt rather nice.

An hour later, the shunning began after Victoria had a long talk with Dale in his study. Victoria didn't realize what was happening at first. It seemed to her that Dale and Denise were just too busy to deal with her. She took care of her own business without thinking about her situation. It wasn't until dinner time came and she found that she was eating in the basement that she realized that something had changed.

After dinner, they ignored her. She watched them trying to figure out what they were doing. She asked questions, but received nothing in return; not even an acknowledgement that she had asked them anything.

Denise sat in the dining room listening to Victoria and trying to ignore her. The initial attempts to get attention were modest, but they increased in volume and energy very quickly. It was hard to ignore. Memories of how she had felt by the time she gave in haunted her. She wondered how long Victoria would last.

At the regular time, Denise went down and performed her exercises in the basement. Victoria sat in front of her and kept talking. The talk became insulting, but Denise concentrated on her exercises.

Dale stood to the side and watched Denise. When she had finished, he said, "It is time to take your picture."

Denise went to her place and adopted the pose. He took her picture and then said, "Victoria, pose!"

Pleased to finally have someone say something to her, Victoria rushed over to the position and adopted the pose. Dale still took the time to make sure that the picture was framed correctly. He took the picture and then said, "Well, Denise that is that."

"Hmm, it is still early," Denise said knowing what was going to come next.

Dale looked at Victoria and said, "I want you to give me a rimjob."

"No," Victoria said backing away from him with a horrified expression on her face.

Dale turned his back on her and asked, "Denise, what do you feel like doing?"

Denise answered, "I'm feeling horny."

Raising an eyebrow, Dale asked, "Is there anything in particular you want to do?"

"I'd like to ride you," Denise answered smiling at him.

Dale immediately opened his robe and got down on the floor of the basement. Victoria watched as Denise mounted him. She rode his cock with slow easy moves intended to make it last as long as possible. She whispered in his ear, "I want to stay like this for an hour."

Dale groaned when she flexed her inner muscles. He said, "Your Kegel exercises are paying off."

"Thanks," Denise said enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding within her.

Dale lifted his hips hoping to speed up her pace. He said, "Faster."

"No," Denise said. She grabbed his hands and held them over his head. She said, "We're going to do this for an hour. I expect to have a dozen orgasms before I get off of you."

"Hmm," Dale said.

Denise rode Dale to a nice slow orgasm that lifted her over the edge gently. As she came, she said, "That's one."

Dale struggled to get up but he was fighting her weight on his wrists. She started rocking back and forth on his cock. It was a long slow stroke that brought her to another orgasm. This was just a little stronger than the previous one. She said, "That's two."

Denise kept riding him. She changed strokes after each orgasm. She was on her seventh when Victoria finally shouted, "Get out of here. This is my room."

Denise increased the pace a little causing Dale to moan. He said, "That's it. A little faster and I'll be there."

"No you don't," Denise said.

"Oh!" Dale complained when she slowed down the pace of her ride.

She came to a complete stop and started milking him with her muscles. She asked, "Do you like that?"

"Yes," Dale said with a moan.

She started to move up and down on him again. Each orgasm had gotten stronger and more intense than the previous. By this time, she was barely able to control herself. She cried out, "That's eight."

"My balls are killing me. I've got to come now," Dale said.

Smiling down at him, Denise said, "Not yet. I'll come one more time this way and then you can fuck me good and hard."

"Ugh," Dale groaned.

She started twisting a little from side to side as she rode him. She released his wrists and sat up straight. Her ninth and largest orgasm was approaching. There was no subtlety in its approach. She could feel it building. She couldn't believe it when it hit. She shouted, "Oh God!"

Before the orgasm had even subsided, Dale rolled her over so that he was atop her. After all of that frustration, he wanted to come. Pounding his cock into her, he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Denise was way ahead of him. She started screaming loud and hard. This was an orgasm as strong as any she had experienced.

Dale came immediately after her. He grunted as his balls pulled up and his come spilled out. Sated, he fell off of her and said, "I won't be able to walk."

Breathing hard, Denise managed to say, "Me too."

Thinking she could get a little attention, Victoria said, "I'll clean you both off."

Denise said, "Let's go upstairs and shower together."

"Good idea," Dale said. He climbed to his feet and helped her up.

"Thank you," Denise said. Her legs were cramped after riding him for so long.

"You're welcome," Dale said helping her up the stairs and out of the basement. He closed the door behind them.

Once the door was shut, Denise said, "It is going to be a long time before she gives in."

"Not as long as you think," Dale said. He could already see signs that Victoria was not taking their treatment of her very well. The offer to clean them both was not like her. Victoria was young and craved attention. She would even accept negative attention.

"I hate doing this," Denise said. She wished that Susan or Karen was there to hold her through the night.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" Dale asked.

"You aren't worn out?" Denise asked surprised by the offer.

"You need a little cuddling tonight," Dale answered. This was a very delicate time for Victoria and all it would take was one mistake to ruin everything. Denise needed to feel comfortable enough not to cave in and answer her.

"I'd like that," Denise said. She followed him into his room. Once there, she said, "I'm going to enjoy your shower."

"That's all you want is my shower?" Dale asked pretending to be hurt.

"Yes," Denise teased.

"I'm hurt," Dale said. He led her into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Aw, poor baby," Denise said and then jumped when he goosed her.

Dale turned on the shower and said, "It'll take a second to warm up."

"I always hate trying to adjust the temperature to just the right value," Denise said looking over the fancy shower.

Dale laughed and said, "The temperature is programmed."

"Wow," Denise said even more impressed by the shower.

There was beep and he said, "It is ready."

The pair got into the shower. Denise luxuriated under the soft spray of water. Dale squirted a little gob of body soap in his hands and started to wash her. Denise moaned and said, "That feels so good. You can do that all day."

"You'll have to return the favor all tomorrow," Dale said as his hands visited her breasts.

"Gladly," Denise said with a sigh. It seemed to her that he knew exactly how to touch her to best effect. Even though she had just had a minding numbing orgasm just a few minutes ago, her nipples got hard.

Dale took his time washing Denise. He covered every inch of her body and washed her hair. It was hard to believe how good it felt to have her hair washed. When he finished, she said, "Thank you."

Denise turned around and started to wash Dale. As she ran her hands over his skin, she asked, "Do you really like getting a rim job so much?"

"I like it well enough," Dale answered.

She said, "I like getting one a whole lot more than giving one."

Dale laughed at the comment. He said, "I think most people feel that way. That's why it is a special act. There are other things that I prefer a lot more."

"Like what?" Denise asked.

"I like having my prostate massaged. I like that a lot," Dale answered.

"I've noticed that," Denise said. She didn't really understand that. Usually getting something inserted in her asshole was not a comfortable experience.

"I occasionally enjoy it when a woman uses a dildo on me," Dale said.

That revelation surprised Denise. She hadn't ever thought of doing that. She said, "Interesting."

"We're going to have to do a little toy play sometime," Dale said.

"Toy play?"

"You know, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, cock rings, and other toys," Dale said.

"I never thought about sex toys," Denise said faltering a little. The last time she had touched one was when Susan had brought one over to the apartment to teach her how to give head.

"Then there are the costumes," Dale said.

"Costumes?" Denise asked.

"One of the few exceptions that I have concerning wearing clothes in the house is in one room. I bet you missed that in the rules of the house," Dale said.

"I didn't read anything like that in the rules," Denise said.

"The rules say that women have to be naked behind the front door. There's one room of the house that extends out beyond the front door," Dale said.

"You're kidding," Denise said.

"Nope," Dale answered. He said, "The program isn't complete until you become comfortable wearing outfits that exist for the sole purpose of making a woman look sexy."

"You mean garters and stuff like that," Denise said forgetting entirely about washing him.

"Yes. Also costumes that are of a rather erotic nature," Dale said.

She wasn't sure how she felt about wearing costumes. She figured that she could maybe handle a French Maid's costume, but she thought about some of the other costumes she'd seen in lingerie magazines.

Dale nudged her and said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh, sorry," Denise said realizing that she had stopped washing him. She returned to her work making sure that every part of his body was squeaky clean.

"That was nice," Dale said.

"Bend over," Denise said.

Puzzled, Dale did as she asked. He was surprised when she stuck her tongue in his ass and reached around to fondle his cock. It quickly got erect. She rubbed his cock with one hand while tonguing his asshole. It didn't take him long to come. Pleased and surprised, he said, "Thank you."

"I thought you would like that," Denise said.

Putting an arm around her, he said, "Let's get out of here before we turn into prunes."

"Good idea," Denise said following him out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and dried him off with it.

He returned the favor and then led her to the bed. They got in and Denise snuggled against him. Dale reached over and pulled her tighter against his body. Her back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and whispered, "This is nice.

"Yes, it is," Denise said snuggling against him.

"Good night."

"Good night," Denise said. She didn't manage to fall asleep right away. She thought about how Victoria had to be feeling right about now. She had to be feeling like the loneliest person in the world. She knew that it would only get worse.



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Chapter 28


Day 254 Tuesday

Denise walked into the house after work and started to take her clothes off. Victoria was in the living room watching her with tears in her eyes. Denise did her best to look past the girl and focus on other things. She had just removed her blouse when Victoria said, "I give up."

Denise didn't know what to do. She chose to ignore Victoria until Dale arrived at home. She continued to get undressed. She unsnapped her bra and pulled it off. Victoria said, "I'll stick my tongue in his ass."

Denise continued to undress. She kicked off her shoes and then removed her skirt. Victoria said, "Talk to me. I said that I'd do it."

While Denise removed her panties, she said, "If I were a disembodied voice and wanted to talk, then I'd talk to Dale."

Victoria stormed out of the room and slammed the door to the basement. Denise looked over at the basement door and sighed. She decided that she'd better take a shower before Dale returned home. It was likely that she'd end up with Victoria's tongue in her ass before dinner.

She had just stepped in the shower, when she heard someone knocking on her door. It was an angry sounding knock. Convinced that it was Victoria, she ignored the sound and washed herself paying special attention to her bottom. She got out of the shower and dried off. She could hear Victoria shouting, "I said that I was going to do it. I'll stick my fucking tongue in his ass. Talk to me."

Denise wished that Dale would return home already. In an attempt to pass time, she watched the video documenting her weight loss. She set it on loop staring as the image of her went from fat down to a much thinner woman. Each time it jumped back to the fat version of her body, the contrast shocked her. She slowed the playback so that it showed one picture a second. Looking carefully at the video she remembered each day based on the expression on her face.

She stopped the video when it reached the time when she had been shunned. She had looked pretty miserable. It was like her eyes were dead. She stared at the image and thought about how Victoria looked. Victoria didn't have that same dead look to her eyes. She looked angry. Looking at the monitor, she said, "She's trying to trick me."

Going over to the bed, she got in and closed her eyes. She knew that if she were to leave her room that Victoria would follow her around trying to get a reaction. It didn't take her long to realize that the strategy of hiding in her room wasn't working. Victoria continued to bang on the door screaming at her.

Tired of the noise, Denise opened the door and pushed past Victoria. She went into the living room and got on her back. Presenting her asshole to the other woman, she looked up at Victoria and said, "Stick your tongue in my asshole."

Shocked that Denise would ask that of her, Victoria backed off and shouted, "No!"

"Stick your tongue in my asshole," Denise commanded. There wasn't any compassion in her voice.

"You always take his side, you bitch!" Victoria shouted at her before she turned to run off to the basement. The slamming of the basement door let Denise know that she wouldn't hear from Victoria anytime soon.

Denise got up from the floor and went into the kitchen. She didn't want to miss dinner because of the antics of Victoria. There were three Cornish hens in the refrigerator. Looking around on the counter, Denise found the recipe that Dale had left out for her. She said, "This looks good. I think I'll fix up a nice romantic dinner with Dale."

Gathering the ingredients, Denise prepared the Cornish hens. After she slipped them into the oven, she went to work on the side dishes. The note from Dale recommended green beans and she decided that she'd boil the green beans rather than steam them. Dale liked them either way, but she much preferred them boiled. She also liked them cold with vinegar and oil dressing with a dash of dill added to it.

After washing green beans, she stood at the sink snapping them into easy to eat pieces. As she worked, she tried to remember when she had learned how to do that. It came to her that she and Susan used to do that at Susan's house when they were little girls. That had been before life had beaten them down. She filled the pot with enough beans for dinner and then added the water.

The other side was a simple tossed salad. She knew that wouldn't take her much time to prepare it. Leaving the salad for later, she went out into the living room. The room hadn't been dusted, so she got a dust rag and went to work.

As she cleaned, she thought about Victoria. As a college student, Victoria had a lot more free time than she did and it was not considerate to leave the housework undone like that. Victoria had a definite predilection for laziness. Her actions earlier had bothered Denise and made her feel a little guilty, but now she was starting to get angry. The woman had lied to her.

Denise took a break from dusting to take care of the green beans. It didn't take long to get the green bean salad prepared. She threw together a quick lettuce salad. A couple of small carrots, slices of a cucumber, black olives, and bell pepper completed the salad. She put it back in the refrigerator for later.

She hadn't finished dusting by the time Dale returned home. He took one look at her and asked, "What did Victoria do?"

"She tried to convince me that she was ready to give you a rimming," Victoria answered. She looked at him and said, "She was lying."

"How do you know?" Dale asked wondering just how much interaction there had been between the pair of women.

"I told her to give me a rim job," Denise answered.

Dale chuckled and said, "I take it she didn't."

"That's right," Denise answered.

"Okay," Dale said, "How much of a conversation was there?"

"None, really," Denise answered.

Dale smiled at her and said, "You did a good job."

"Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes," Denise said glancing over at the clock. She hadn't realized that he had been so late in getting home.

"I'll go see if the ghost has changed her mind," Dale said with a smile.

"Okay," Denise said. She headed to the dining room to set the table. She put out the nice dishes and wine glasses. She also put a nice bottle of white wine on the table. With a little effort, she made the table setting just a little nicer than usual. Rather than leaving the lights on full, she turned them down to make it more romantic.

Dale returned to the dining room and said, "She said she wasn't interested in giving me a rim job and then yelled at me to talk to her."

"She's angry," Denise said.

"She's about to break," Dale replied. He looked at the table and said, "It looks nice."

"Thank you," Denise said. She said, "I don't think we have enough time for a blowjob if we want to eat a dinner that isn't burnt."

"We'll eat first, then," Dale said. He looked over at her and added, "Besides, we need to really have a good time in front of Victoria. We need to show her that human contact is pleasurable."

Denise went into the kitchen and prepared three plates with food. She left one in the kitchen and brought the other two into the dining room. Dale had opened the wine and poured two glasses for them. He had also lit the candles on the table and turned the lights down even lower. Dale was seated at the table and looked at the food appreciatively after she set the plate in front of him. He said, "It looks good."

"Thanks," Denise said looking at the Cornish hen. The skin was a nice golden color.

The pair started to eat. Their meal was interrupted when Victoria went into the kitchen and got her plate of food. She glared at them going and coming from the kitchen, but she didn't say a word. It put a damper on the mood for a few minutes, but the atmosphere was just too nice for it to stay ruined for long.

After finishing off his plate, Dale said, "That was great."

"It was your recipe," Denise said with a smile. She would add it to the collection of recipes that she had started. She hadn't thought about it, but living with Dale had taught her a lot about the preparation of fine meals.

"Let's relax for a few minutes and head down to the basement," Dale said. While the basement floor wasn't the most romantic setting, he'd take a blanket down to make it a little more comfortable.

"You were late. Was there a problem at work?" Denise asked.

"There was a problem with a variation of Claire's program that we sold to another customer. It is more of a requirements issue than a programming issue," Dale said.

"Oh," Denise said.

"We'll be sending it over to you in a couple of weeks. I guess you'll be working on it," Dale said.

"I've worked on every one of the manuals for your company," Denise said.

Dale smiled and said, "No wonder we've always been pleased with the quality of the manuals."

"For a long time that was the only thing I was any good at," Denise said.

"And now?"

"I'm good at a lot of things. Let's go downstairs and show Victoria one of them," Denise said with a smile.

Dale nodded his head and the pair of them went down to the basement. Along the way, Dale picked up a blanket out of the linen closet. Once in the basement he spread the blanket on the floor and then helped Denise get down on it. Victoria, seated on her bed, watched them with sullen eyes. The last thing she wanted was the face covered sex that she got from Dale, but she would have accepted it just for the attention it would bring.

Dale surprised Denise by turning what she had thought would be a quick fuck into a long passionate love making session. He kissed her body from head to toe before moving to the more sensitive bits. By the time he reached her breasts, they were hard nubs that were so sensitive that his breath sent chills down her spine. Denise came when he made his way between her legs with his tongue.

Denise returned the favor. Her tongue covered every inch of his body. She licked and kissed his nipples. His hips shot off the floor when she gave one of them a little love nip. She sucked his cock and balls.

The session lasted an hour. It was tender at times and filled with furious fucking at times. Both of them enjoyed it tremendously. Victoria had watched the entire thing feeling more alone than ever. That was how she had always imagined making love would be like. What she had been experiencing hadn't been making love. It was not romantic having the front half of her body stuck in a closet while he took her from the rear. She hated them for the intimacy that they demonstrated.

When Denise and Dale finished, Victoria said, "Can't you do that somewhere else?"

The couple ignored her. Denise sighed and said, "That was wonderful."

"Yes, it was," Dale said. He asked, "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

"That would be lovely," Denise answered.

Victoria fumed. They were treating her as if she wasn't even in the room with them. Dale hadn't even asked her to tongue his asshole. She hunched over feeling isolated and more alone than ever before. It was horrible.

Denise said, "I'll go clean up the kitchen."

Victoria said, "I'll do that."

"While you are doing that, Denise, I'll prepare a little surprise for later tonight," Dale said. He sighed and added, "I'm going to be pretty horny since I doubt that I'll get that rim job that I'm waiting for."

"Okay," Denise said.

"I said that I'd clean up the kitchen," Victoria shouted. It hurt that they ignored her even when she was volunteering to do something nice.

Dale and Denise left the basement leaving behind a room filled with the scent of their lovemaking. Victoria watched them leave and then broke down in tears. Sitting alone in the large basement only drilled in the point just how absolutely alone she was in the world. The only people who treated her halfway nicely were her parents and her cousin, Karen. She felt that they had abandoned her as well.

Denise didn't notice the ringing of the telephone while cleaning the kitchen. It had rung while she was running the disposal. Giving a last wipe of the counters, she turned and found Dale standing behind her with a grin. He said, "We're going to have a surprise visitor."

"Who?" Denise asked knowing that it wasn't Susan or Larry. Susan was still on her honeymoon and Larry was off to some conference.

"Karen," Dale answered.

Unable to stay in the basement any longer, Victoria went up to the living room. Much to her surprise, Dale and Denise were talking with Karen. It was very strange looking at her cousin sitting around naked talking with a naked Denise and Dale in his robe. She was positive that Karen had come over to see her and to learn how she was progressing through the program. Excited at seeing a friendly face, Victoria shouted, "Hello, Karen."

Rather than reply, Karen turned her back on Victoria. Talking to Denise, she said, "I was sitting around the house feeling lonely while Albert was off at that conference and felt that I'd like to enjoy your company. I hope that I'm not ruining your evening."

Victoria stared at her cousin with a sick feeling in her stomach. She had hoped to explain to Karen how she was being mistreated and to get her to help get out of the program. Although she knew that she could walk away from the house and that would be the end of it that was too big of a step for her to take alone. She needed Karen to give her blessing to the decision. She said, "Did you hear me? I said hello, Karen."

Denise answered, "You aren't ruining anything. We didn't really have any plans except for the usual bouts of debauchery."

Victoria waited for Karen to answer her. When she realized that Karen wasn't going to answer her, she really wanted to cry. It was hard to accept that Karen was siding with them rather than her. She reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I'm glad," Karen said with a smile. She looked over at Denise and asked, "Would I be imposing if I asked to join in that debauchery a little?"

Dale said, "Not at all. The more the merrier."

"I'd enjoy it," Denise said.

Victoria listened to the exchange unable to believe her ears. She knew that Karen was engaged to Albert and here she was making plans to have sex with Dale and Denise. Shocked, she said, "I'm going to tell Albert."

Ignoring the comment, Dale said, "Denise has a date Saturday with Lawrence. Maybe you and Albert can come over for a little fun that night."

"I'm sure that he'll enjoy doing that. I'll ask him when I talk to him later," Karen said.

"He's a pervert too?" Victoria asked shocked by the revelation. She stared at Karen wondering what kinds of things she did in bed. She'd never thought of her cousin as a particularly wild woman like that.

Denise said, "Hmm, it makes me want to change my dating plans a little. I've never experienced an orgy."

Dale laughed and said, "You need at least three couples for it to be an orgy. Five people just makes it a merry party."

Listening to Dale, Victoria knew that they were not going to acknowledge her existence even when making plans for the future. She looked down at the floor as tears filled her eyes. She turned and walked back to the basement. The sounds of the trio talking followed her.

When it was clear that Victoria was gone, Karen asked, "How much longer will that have to go on?"

Dale said, "I imagine that it will be over soon."

"That was the first time that I saw that look of desperation in her eyes," Denise said.

They heard the sound of the basement door opening and Dale changed the topic of conversation by saying, "We'll be opening the pool in a month."

"I'm looking forward to that," Denise said.

"It will still be a little chilly for a while before we can use it regularly, but we'll have some nice days on occasion," Dale said.

Victoria entered the living room and said, "I need to talk to Karen."

Karen looked at Dale and could see by his reaction that it would be a bad idea. She said, "Maybe Denise and I will sneak away from work on one of those nice days for a dip in the pool."

"What will my boss say?" Denise asked with a smile.

"I don't know. She's such a bitch," Karen said causing Denise to laugh.

Victoria stared at Karen knowing that she had lost. Getting ignored by Dale and Denise was bad enough, but when family turned their back to you it was horrible. Her chin quivered as she stared at the three of them chatting merrily.

Dale said, "My advice is not to get caught."

"Please, I need to talk to Karen," Victoria said, her voice breaking by the end of her sentence. She was desperate for advice and felt that Karen would be honest with her.

"That's always good advice," Karen replied. Her heart was breaking, but she kept up the pretense that Victoria was not there. Dale had explained everything before she had come over. She had thought it would be hard, but the reality was a thousand times worse than she had imagined.

Denise asked, "Would you like to go in the whirlpool?"

"That sounds lovely," Karen said. She wanted to get out of the room and away from Victoria. She didn't know how much longer she could take seeing or hearing the young woman.

The three stood up and headed towards the whirlpool. They walked around Victoria as if she wasn't even there. Victoria collapsed on the floor. With a backwards glance to make sure that she was physically okay, Dale left the room.

In the room with the whirlpool, Dale said, "I know it is tough for you. You can call her tomorrow when she's at school."

"Thanks," Karen said. She was silent for a moment and then said, "You might take a little advice from Claire and have sex movies playing in the basement all of the time. That really did a number on me."

"Me too," Denise said.

Dale nodded his head and said, "I tried that once. There's a difference when a woman is showing those films and a man is showing them."

"I hadn't thought of that," Karen said.

Denise said, "I guess I could watch a few when I get home from work."

"You could do that," Dale said. He looked at the door and said, "Let's get in the water."

An hour and a half later, Victoria was curled in a little ball on her bed watching the action taking place in front of her. Karen and Denise were engaged in mutual oral sex while Dale was fucking Karen. She knew that was one of Dale's favorite things to do with two women. She couldn't believe that her cousin was doing things like that.

Denise knew that it was taking Karen a little effort to get into the mood so she put in a little extra energy to assure that the other woman enjoyed herself. Dale had done his best to make sure that Karen was having a good time. She had two rather pleasant orgasms.

When he finally came in Karen, Denise said, "Let me eat it out of you."

"Save a little for me to taste," Karen said.

"Okay," Denise said putting effort into extracting the come from the other woman.

Victoria watched horrified at the action. When the two women started swapping come, she thought she was going to be sick. She had done it only because she had become a whore and that was something that whores did. It was hard to believe that her favorite cousin was a whore as well. She wondered what her parents would think of this if they were to learn about it. That thought made her wonder if her parents already knew. She stared at Karen thinking that she didn't know her at all.

Denise enjoyed the little extra attention that having Karen around had provided. Dale looked very satisfied and she doubted that he would be up for too much later on that night. She was getting used to having sex with him four and five times a day, but she still enjoyed the occasional break.

Face covered with come, Karen sat back and said, "Thanks. I really needed that. With Albert off at the conference, I've been horny all week."

"It is only Tuesday," Dale said.

"I know," Karen answered with a smile. She said, "We had hot telephone sex earlier and it kind of heated up the old sexual engine."

"Sounds like fun," Dale said with a grin.

Victoria curled into a tighter ball on the bed. She covered her ears wanting to shut the sounds of their conversation out. Noticing the sad expression flash across Karen's face, Denise said, "Let's go upstairs and have some decaf. We can come back down here and workout a little before you head home."

"That's a good idea," Karen said pleased at the excuse to get out of the basement.

Upstairs, Karen joined Denise in the kitchen while Dale waited in the living room. She leaned over and asked, "How is it going with Victoria?"

Denise bit her lower lip debating how to answer the question. Finally, she said, "She's fighting the program every step of the way. She doesn't do anything around the house unless it is a direct order."

Karen nodded her head and said, "She's always been a little manipulative. She can play her mother like a violin. I was actually surprised when her mother agreed to pay the room and board for her to be in the program. I was going to do it."

"Oh," Denise said.

Expressing her concerns, Karen said, "She's always been my favorite cousin. I guess I always felt a little bad about how desperate for attention she's always been. I'm sure that Dale will fix up her character flaws and she'll blossom into a wonderful woman."

"I know this has been tough on you," Denise said.

"I'll admit that Dale's program can be brutal at times, but it is effective. I've never been happier in my life," Karen said. She looked in the direction of the basement door and said, "That's why I decided to get her in the program. I knew it was going to be torturous, but she deserves a chance to be happy."

Denise put her arms around Karen and gave her a hug. Karen returned the hug with a back breaking strength. Denise said, "I'll let you know when she gets through it."

"Thanks," Karen said. She knew that just getting past this hurdle was not going to be the end of Victoria's misery. From her conversations with Denise, she knew that Victoria still had four or more months before she'd stop being a fat woman.

"She's got to get through this before she can start getting rid of the shame she feels for being a sexual person," Denise said as the purpose behind the first few months of the program crystallized in her mind. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck her in the head. She covered her mouth and said, "I understand."

Karen looked at her and said, "It is about time."

If even hugging had been shameful around her mother, then sex had been completely taboo. Eating food had always been a substitute for expressing her emotions and her sexuality. She would grab something to eat instead of allowing herself to feel sexual. Dale had forced her to face her real issue and that was intimacy, not food. It was all so clear to her. She said, "I'm going to have to think about this some more."

"I remember when I was lying tied up at Claire's. I couldn't see or hear a thing. I couldn't move a muscle. Every once in a while someone would just stroke me for a few minutes. I was helpless and unable to exert any control over the situation. I couldn't even cry out because of the ball gag in my mouth. I wrestled with the shame that I was feeling for actually being excited by it all. The shame almost won and I came very close to dropping the handkerchief that would end it all. Then it dawned on me that when I came it would be the most intense feeling that I ever would experience in my life. I gripped that handkerchief like my life depended on it," Karen said.

"Wow," Denise said.

"The whole time at Claire's I fought off the shame. I beat it into submission by the end," Karen said. She was silent for a second and then said, "That afternoon when Dale finally ended my bondage, I was freed from more than those damned pumpkin pants."

"I guess I still am wrestling with my shame," Denise said softly. There were odd times when her slutty behavior would make her feel ashamed. Usually it was when she was alone.

"Don't worry. You're winning," Karen said.



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Chapter 29


Day 255 Wednesday

Denise stopped by Dale's office rather than return straight home. She didn't want a repeat of the events of the previous evening. Claire heard her enter and stuck her head out of her office door. She said, "Come on in, Denise."

Denise entered the office and sniffed the air. She said, "It smells like pussy."

"Joye just left," Claire said with a grin.

"That explains it," Denise said with a laugh.

"So how is life in the program?" Claire asked. She was always amazed at the changes that her brother and sister were able to create in the people they accepted into their program. She could play someone's body like it was a violin and had a little insight into their minds, but it was very little insight compared to that of her siblings.

"It is going well," Denise said with a smile. It wasn't going as well as she wished. The situation with Victoria was wearing on her far more than she had anticipated. She licked her lips and said, "I talked to Karen about her visit to your home last night."

"Oh," Claire said. Her eyes twinkled at the news.

"She's was telling me a little about her experiences there," Denise said feeling her cheeks turn red.

Noticing the blush, Claire said, "You want to experience it."

Feeling a little ashamed, Denise replied, "I think so."

"You think so?" Claire asked enjoying the effect of her question. Denise had turned three shades brighter.

"Yes, I think so," Denise said.

"Let me know when you're sure that you do," Claire said with a smile. She reached up and ran a finger along Denise's jaw. In a low predatory voice, she said, "It can be a little too intense for little girls who aren't sure."

With her breath catching in her chest, Denise said, "Okay."

"Has my big brother started you on costumes yet?" Claire asked.

"No," Denise answered wondering why she asked.

"Ask him to start you on them," Claire said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

The look on Claire's face actually scared Denise. She asked, "Why?"

"You'll find out," Claire said and then laughed.

"You sounded just like a mad scientist with that laugh," Denise commented rather surprised.

"I wish that I could see your face when you start costume play, but I'll never enter Dale's house under his rules," Claire said.

"Why?"

Claire said, "I'll never be naked in front of man unless he's naked and bound first. It doesn't matter if he is my brother or not."

"Oh," Denise said. It wasn't the first time she'd heard something to that effect. She wondered what had happened to Claire to make her feel that way.

Claire brightened and, patting her on the bottom, said, "Run along and find big brother. I'm sure that he'll be more than happy to see you."

"Okay," Denise said leaving the office. She looked back in time to see Claire running a hand between her legs.

Dale came out of his office and asked, "Afraid to go home alone?"

"A little," Denise said.

"She was on the verge of breaking this morning. I'm pretty sure that Karen talked to her today."

"She did."

"We'll see what effect Karen's conversation had on Victoria when we return home," Dale said. He wasn't sure what Karen might have said to the young woman. He hoped that she hadn't been too supportive.

"I hope she fueled the fire rather than put it out," Denise said. She sighed and said, "I'm getting tired of this. It is really hard to shun someone."

"Yes it is. There are times when you are alone with her and feel like talking to someone, but you can't talk to her," Dale said.

"Exactly. I feel almost as alone as her," Denise said. She said, "I wish that she'd help with the housework."

"We'll correct that little situation tonight," Dale said.

"How?" Denise asked looking over at him.

When they reached home, Victoria was waiting for them by the door. As soon as they entered, Victoria announced, "I'll do it."

Dale smelled the air and said, "I wonder if dinner is prepared."

Victoria stared at Dale and then looked down at the floor. She didn't know what she had expected when she made her grand announcement, but it wasn't to have him ask about dinner. She had been prepared for him to drop his pants and tell her to get to work. She answered, "No."

Ignoring her, Dale said, "Denise, why don't you see if there's any dinner getting prepared?"

"Yes, Dale," Denise said realizing that Dale had just increased the stakes on Victoria. She went into the kitchen and saw that there was nothing ready. She returned and said, "There's nothing ready. I guess I'll have to cook tonight."

"Yes, I think you will," Dale said shaking his head.

Victoria shouted, "Didn't you hear me? I said I would do it."

Ignoring the shouts, Dale said, "I guess I'll take a shower and then come help you in the kitchen. It is not fair that you should have to work all day and then do all of the housework when you get home."

"Thanks," Denise said. She looked around the house and said, "I'll straighten up the living room and vacuum the carpet after dinner."

"Good," Dale said. He sighed when he spotted some dirty dishes on the side table and said, "I've got some yard work to do. I might as well start on it tonight. I've got nothing better to do."

"I'll stick my tongue in your asshole. I'll eat your shit! Just talk to me," Victoria shouted feeling frustrated.

Realizing that Victoria wasn't getting the hint, Denise said, "I'm actually amazed at how much my housekeeping skills have developed under the program. I've become a much better cook. It is hard to believe how many new recipes I've learned to prepare. I never realized the importance of properly preparing food and the pleasure that a good meal can provide."

"I'm glad that you realize that the program is about more than sex," Dale said with a pleased nod of his head.

Victoria stared at Dale and then back down at the floor. She realized that her nightmare was not about to end. She looked around the room and realized that she had left towels scattered across the chairs. Dale insisted that they sit on towels and also insisted that they fold them up neatly when they got up.

"I'm a much better housekeeper. My bedroom used to be the messiest room of the house. I'd have clothes scattered around on the floor. Laundry day was a real challenge," Denise said.

"I've noticed that you keep a clean house," Dale said frowning as he looked at the towels scattered around the room. He noticed one on the floor and shook his head.

Denise started to disrobe. She made it a point to neatly fold each item of clothing as she removed it. Looking over at Dale while she removed her bra, she asked, "Would you like a little relief?"

"Yes," Dale answered.

"A blowjob?"

Dale pursed his lips and said, "I think I'd prefer a hand job."

"Why don't you get undressed and take a seat while I finish getting undressed and then hunt down some lotion," Denise said.

"Good idea," Dale said starting to undress. Like Denise, he made a production of folding his clothes.

Denise finished undressing and picked up the pile of clothes. Smiling at him, she said, "I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting," Dale said.

Lamely, Victoria said, "I will give you a rim job."

Denise returned from her bedroom with a bottle of lotion. Kneeling between Dale's legs she looked at his cock. She remembered how Susan often described the pleasure that she felt while giving a hand job. She leaned over, kissed the head of his cock and then smiled up at him. With light strokes, she teased his cock erect. Once he was erect, she poured enough lotion over his cock to make it nice and slick.

For more than a half an hour, she teased his cock with her touch. She started with a simple up and down motion along the length of his cock until his balls started to rise and then stopped touching him all together. When his balls descended a little, she started stroking it using a twisting motion of her hands. His balls soon rose and she eased off of it. He groaned in frustration. When the edge had left, she stroked down on his cock with one hand while moving her other hand to the top of his cock to stroke down with it. It was like he was fucking a pussy that was a thousand miles deep. When he was close to coming she stopped until he calmed down. By this time, he was clenching the arms of his chair so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

Denise reversed the direction of her last stroke so that it felt like he was pulling out of a pussy that was a thousand miles deep. His buttocks clenched, his hips rose off the chair, he groaned, and his eyes rolled back. She stopped and waited for him to calm down. She laid the palm of her hand across the top of his cock and started a motion like she was polishing it. He nearly climbed out of the chair.

She watched entranced as his entire body reacted to what she was doing. He was breathing hard and his stomach was trembling. His pre-come leaked out providing lubrication to replace the lotion. His balls actually danced. She ran a finger around the head of his cock watching his arms tremble. She tickled his balls watching as they climbed up tight to his body.

Pouring a little more lotion in her hand, she returned to her original up and down stroke on his cock. As her fingers rode over the sensitive ridge at the head of his cock, she twisted her hand just a little. As she worked his cock, Dale was panting and thrusting upwards with his hip. She understood at that moment what Susan meant by the feeling of power that came over her when giving a handjob. Dale was reduced to a quivering mass by her skill.

She didn't stop when he hit the point of no return. The stream of come shot out of Dale so hard that it flew over his head. She had never seen him come that hard before. She continued stroking him through his orgasms although she lightened her touch to prevent the pleasure from turning into pain. By the time he began to recover, she was barely touching his cock.

It was only then that Denise heard Victoria repeating, "I'll give you a rim job. Please, talk to me."

She wondered how long Victoria had been standing there repeating those words. She'd been so into the handjob hat she hadn't noticed anything else. She said, "Stay there, Dale. I'll go get a wash cloth and clean you up."

"Thanks," Dale said sitting limply in the chair. He reached up and wiped some of his come from his face.

Denise returned after a minute with a couple of warm moist wash cloths. She wiped the come from his body with gentleness. She wrapped his cock in one of the moist wash cloths and asked, "How does that feel?"

"Great. Susan was the only one who ever made me feel that good during a hand job," Dale said still trying to recover. The wet warmth wrapped around his cock felt heavenly.

"Thank you," Denise said knowing that it was high praise indeed.

Victoria mumbled, "I really will do it."

Listening to Victoria was beginning to irritate Denise. She said, "I'm sorry about having to run off to get the towels. It would have been nice if someone had been thoughtful enough to bring them for me."

"Don't worry about it. We'll have someone in the program soon who will understand what it means to be a member of a close-knit community. She'll help you with the housework. She'll think about your needs and help you satisfy them. She'll do little things that will make the day a little better. She'll live by the rules of the house understanding that they help define the community. She'll perform the sex acts that I request so that you'll be relieved of a portion of the burden," Dale said reaching out to stroke her face.

"That would be nice. It will be good to have another who will work for the benefit of the community," Denise said. She had never thought of the household as a community that lived and worked together for the betterment of its members.

Dale said, "Yes, it will be."

Only a fraction of what they were saying trickled into Victoria's brain. She stopped repeating her mantra about being willing to give Dale a rim job and thought about it. It suddenly dawned on her that they were talking about her or, more accurately, what she needed to be doing to be the person they were discussing. As if trying to excuse her behavior, she said, "My mom always cleaned the house and cooked the meals."

Denise removed the wash cloth from around Dale's cock. She leaned over and kissed the head. In a soft voice, she said, "Just relax there for a minute and recover. I'll start dinner now."

"Sounds like a good plan to me," Dale said.

Victoria stood there wondering what she was supposed to do. Denise walked past as if she didn't exist. Dale yawned and stretched. The hand job had taken a lot of out him. He actually felt like taking a nap. Victoria whimpered and said, "Please talk to me."

Dale glanced over at Victoria wondering how long it would take her to realize that she could be in the kitchen helping Denise. He knew that Denise was clever enough to let Victoria know what needed to be done without talking to her directly. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Victoria recognized a dismissal when she saw one. She headed off to the basement to think about her situation. She moved like a condemned man taking the last walk.

In the kitchen, Denise went about putting together dinner. She looked at the ham steaks thinking that some sweet potatoes would go great with them. She went to the cupboard and was pleased to discover that he had a can of sweet potatoes. In his desire for fresh vegetables, sweet potatoes were the only exception that he made. She smiled and picked up the can.

She went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a squash. She felt that a little steamed squash would be a perfect complement for the meal. While at the refrigerator, she opened the freezer door and noticed that the quart of ice cream was missing. She sighed and thought about what it meant. She had expected Victoria to show up in the kitchen to help prepare the meal. She knew that if Victoria hadn't arrived by now, that she never would.

Dale had planned for a quick meal assuming that there would have been a long session before dinner. Denise prepared the food in short order. While it was still cooking, she went out into the living room and announced, "Dinner will be ready in five minutes."

Dale shook himself awake and said, "Okay."

Denise returned to work and set the table for two, finished the meal, prepared three plates, and carried two of them out to the table. Dale entered the dining room just as she set the plates down on the table. He looked in the kitchen to see if Denise had any help. He looked over at her.

Denise shook her head and said, "Let's eat."

"I should have helped," Dale said taking a seat.

Denise smiled and said, "It wasn't that much work."

"Still, you shouldn't have had to do it all by yourself," Dale said with a frown. He wondered if Victoria would ever figure it out.

They were halfway through their meal when the sound of the vacuum cleaner echoed through the house. Dale leaned back and listened to it. Denise smiled at him and he nodded his head to her. Dale said, "Finally."

"Four days," Denise said thinking that it had been a very long four days.

"That's about average," Dale said with a smile. He looked across the table at her and said, "You were really impressive to last so long."

"I was miserable," Denise replied.

"Do you know what to expect now?"

"Rim jobs twice a day for a week?" Denise asked in answer to his question.

"Yes," Dale answered.

She smiled and said, "It could be worse."

"Yes, it could."

Denise never knew when Victoria ate that evening. She had gotten up from the table to wash the dishes and Victoria beat her to it. The overweight woman carried the dishes and plates out to the kitchen. Whenever Denise went to help, Victoria stepped between her and the sink. Giving up, Denise went out to look at the rest of the house. Victoria had been busy during the meal. She could tell by the marks on the carpet that the young woman had done a pretty thorough job of vacuuming.

The towels were all picked up and fresh towels put out in their place. She noticed that the dishes that had been on one of the side tables had been removed as well. All in all, the living room looked pretty good. She imagined that it would still need dusting, but she didn't bother to investigate.

She could hear Dale outside doing something in the yard. She went around the house looking for something to do. She went into the room with the whirlpool and straightened it up. She noted that it was running a little low on towels and went to fetch some more. The floor needed mopping. She looked at the whirlpool thankful that Dale usually took care of treating the water.

She fussed and puttered around the sauna room making sure that everything was in good shape. There was a small refrigerator in it that held bottled water. She restocked the shelf and noted that they should buy some more when they next went to the store. She also thought it would be a good idea to pick up some fruit juices.

Once the whirlpool area was cleaned, Denise went to the laundry. There was a basket of towels waiting to be washed. She put in a load and started the washer. She turned around to find Victoria watching her with wide-eyes. Rather than talk to her, Denise stepped around her and went into the living room. She looked at it and said, "It is time for a good spring cleaning."

Dale walked up behind her and said, "That reminds me, it is time to replace the carpet and the curtains."

"Why? I can wash them," Denise said recalling at that moment that Susan had mentioned that he replaced the carpet and curtains every year. He had talked about replacing the carpet the night when Victoria had wet the towels.

"I figure with all of the activity that takes place in this house that is best to change things every year," Dale said with a negligent shrug of his shoulders.

Denise frowned and asked, "How will it work when they come to replace the carpet?"

Dale smiled and answered, "Are you afraid of having a bunch of strange men in the house while you are naked?"

"Quite frankly, yes," Denise said.

Dale laughed and said, "Don't worry. We'll go out somewhere while they are working on it. Michelle usually sends one of her men over to make sure that the workers don't walk off with something."

"That's nice of her," Denise said somewhat facetiously.

"Yes, it is," Dale said.

Denise said, "By the way, I cleaned up the whirlpool area and turned on the sauna. I'd like to spend a little time in it after exercises."

"That sounds like a good idea. I'll take a shower and then take care of some unfinished business. We can hit the exercises early and then relax afterwards in the whirlpool and sauna," Dale said.

"Great," Denise said. She turned and found Victoria watching them. It was kind of spooky the way that Victoria was following them around.

Dale stepped around Victoria and headed towards his bedroom. Denise went to hers thinking that it would be a good idea to freshen up as well. She wet a wash cloth and wiped down all of the important parts. She paused and looked in the mirror realizing that despite having a large mirror across one wall of her bedroom that she very seldom noticed it.

The woman reflected in the mirror was well on her way to becoming a real beauty. She noted that her posture had improved. Her body was much thinner. Her hair even looked thicker and had a nice shine to it. She had it styled for Susan's wedding and liked the simple cut. She felt that the longer hair made her look a lot younger. It took her a moment to realize that she was identifying the parts she liked rather than focusing on the parts she didn't like.

Denise walked out of her bedroom and returned to the living room. She found Dale waiting for her and realized that she had take a little longer than she had intended. She said, "Sorry, I thought I would freshen up."

Dale nodded his head and turned to look at Victoria. She had been standing there saying nothing, just hoping that they'd notice her. Dale said, "Will you give me a rim job?"

"Yes, I would love to give you a rim job," Victoria answered.

Dale nodded his head and asked, "Will you become a contributing member of this household?"

"Yes," Victoria answered.

Dale said, "I'll expect you to give me two rim jobs a day and to give Denise two a day for the next week. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Victoria answered paling slightly.

Dale got down on the floor and presented his ass to her. He said, "When you're done, I'll want to fuck you."

"Yes, sir," Victoria said getting down on the floor next to him. She bent down with her tongue stuck out and got to work.

Denise watched wondering what Victoria was feeling. Her face didn't reveal any emotions. After a couple of seconds, there was a flash of surprise across her face. Denise smiled recognizing that Victoria had come to the realization that it wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. Dale kept her at it for about a minute and then said, "That's enough. Get on your hands and knees."

Relieved, Victoria did as he said. Denise handed him a towel. He put it over Victoria and said, "Offer her your ass, Denise."

Neither woman was surprised by the request. Denise did as she had been asked. Victoria started tonguing her without any sign of hesitation. No matter how many times Denise had experienced it, the sensation of getting rimmed always surprised her. It felt interesting in a way that she'd never be able to describe. As far as she was concerned, it wasn't an activity in itself, but a part of foreplay.

After a minute, she said, "Lick my pussy."

Victoria immediately went to work on her cunt. Denise enjoyed the attention and slowly headed towards an orgasm. She knew that Victoria would probably be done before she came. It didn't really matter to her. It was the fact that Victoria was doing it.

Dale released his seed into Victoria with a low grunt. One look at his face and Denise knew that it had been a pretty mediocre experience. However, she remembered that old saying that even a bad fuck was a good fuck. She knew it was time to release Victoria from her duty. She said, "Thanks, Victoria."

Victoria eased back and said, "You didn't come."

"That's okay. I'm satisfied," Denise said.

Dale said, "We were thinking of doing the exercises a little early tonight and then visiting the whirlpool and the sauna."

"Oh," Victoria said.

"Interested in joining us," Denise asked.

"Yes," Victoria answered feeling happy that they were finally talking to her.



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Chapter 30

Day 262 Wednesday

Denise's day started off with a very energetic session at the dining room table while Victoria prepared breakfast. She had actually woken up that morning wanting to do exactly that and enjoyed it tremendously. The previous night had been spent with Larry and that had supercharged her sexual appetite. They had gone at it like bunnies and she had slept the night dreaming of a repeat.

She waltzed into work in a good mood. She had just finished a major user's manual and was expecting to get a new project. She actually enjoyed the first day of a new project. Karen waved at her to come into the office. Smiling, Denise walked in expecting to hear about her new project. She asked, "What's up?"

Karen said, "Walter is leaving."

Walter was the office manager. For the most part, Karen ran the company and supervised everything that went on, but Walter took care of the day to day details. If she had a problem, Denise went to Walter. When she had to report progress, she went to Karen. Walter's leaving was a surprise. Denise said, "Wow. What are you going to do?"

"I've got to replace him somehow," Karen said.

"Lots of luck," Denise said. It took a very special personality to balance the responsibilities of the job with the control streak that Karen maintained. Whoever got the job would have a tough time earning Karen's trust.

Karen fussed a little with a stack of papers on her desk. Finally, she said, "I asked him to recommend someone to take his place."

"That's a good idea," Denise said. She was silent for a second trying to think who Walter would recommend. She smiled when she realized that Laura would be the perfect candidate. She was a good productive worker and had a good rapport with her customers. She said, "Let me guess. He recommended Laura."

Karen laughed and said, "She was his second choice."

"Really? She would be my first choice," Karen said rather surprised by the announcement.

"You were his first choice," Karen said.

"You're kidding," Denise said shocked by the assertion. The idea of taking over the day to day operations of the company was rather frightening.

"I agreed with his choice, but wanted to hear it from him. His only concern was that I'd be losing my best writer," Karen said. She had wanted his input in case her judgment was clouded as a result of the history that existed between the two of them. She had come to trust Denise knowing that the other woman knew enough that she could have seriously hurt her business. She looked across the desk at Denise and said, "I kind of share that concern."

"So chose Laura," Denise said, "I'd have no problems working with her."

"No. The job is yours if you want it," Karen said watching Denise for her reaction.

Denise thought about it for a long minute. The job represented a major increase in responsibility and she was concerned that she might not be ready for it. Wanting to delay giving an answer, she asked, "Is there a raise?"

"Of course," Karen answered. She said, "It is a pretty substantial raise."

"I guess I'll take it," Denise said. She was quiet for a second. She had grown significantly over the past few months. A lot of the doubts and concerns that had held her back in the past had been eliminated during her time in the program. She wasn't the same woman that she had been nine months ago. She decided that she could do the job. She burst into a smile. She said, "I'll take it."

Karen had been waiting for the smile and relaxed. She said, "Good. Walter will explain the job to you."

"Thank you, Karen," Denise said. Thinking about the responsibilities involved, she said, "You won't regret this."

"I'm pretty sure that I won't," Karen said. Nine months earlier she wouldn't have ever considered Denise for the position. The changes in the young woman had been significant. Even Walter had noticed how much Denise had grown.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Denise asked.

"Well, I suggest that you find Walter and let him know that we've talked," Karen answered with a smile.

"Great," Denise said rising from her seat. She looked at Karen and said, "Thanks for giving me this opportunity."

Karen tried to look grumpy and said, "Get to work."

"Yes, boss," Denise said with a laugh.

"I'll take you to a celebratory lunch," Karen said.

After working most of the morning with Walter, Denise called Larry and told him the good news. He immediately offered to take her out to dinner to celebrate. It was an offer that she immediately accepted. She then called Dale and told him the good news. He offered to take her to dinner, but she had to decline. He understood her reasons and volunteered to take her out that Friday.

After swinging by the house to shower and change clothes, Larry took Denise to a modest Italian restaurant. It wasn't one of the very high end places, but it also wasn't a chain restaurant. The family that owned the restaurant staffed most of the positions. It was comfortable, inviting, and relaxed. She felt comfortable the minute they entered it. Denise had a feeling the Michelle had helped him pick out the place.

Once they were taken to her seat, she said, "This is a lovely place."

"Thanks. I found it shortly after moving here. I just kind of stumbled upon it. Albert and I come here for lunch occasionally to discuss some of our ideas. It is nice and quiet so I thought it would be a good place to bring you," Larry said.

"It is very nice," Denise said surprised that she had been wrong.

Larry said, "I think it is a good spot to celebrate your promotion."

"Thanks," Denise said.

He blushed and added, "It is also kind of romantic."

"I was thinking the same thing," Denise said.

"I'm so proud of you. I know that you'll do a great job in your new position," Larry said taking her hand in his. He looked her in the eye and said, "You're headed for success. I can feel it."

"You're so sweet," Denise said.

The waitress, a middle aged woman of a rather stout build, came over to the table. She looked over Denise and hoped that she wasn't the type that picked at her food out of fear of gaining a few pounds. Smiling at Larry, she said, "I see you've finally brought a young lady here."

"She's my fiancée," Larry said.

"I'll go slap that son of mine upside the head for seating you here. Young lovers need secluded corners and he put you two in the middle of the room," she said.

Denise giggled at that and said, "That's okay. I don't mind kissing him in front of an audience, but next time I'll expect a corner table with curtains."

The waitress laughed and said, "Next time, you'll get it."

Larry said, "We're celebrating her promotion."

"Ah, that's wonderful. I hope that you aren't going to put your career before your man," the woman said looking at her.

"Never," Denise said. She leaned over and said, "My dream is a loving husband, a house with a white picket fence, and a yard full of children. I've found my future husband, we're saving for a house, and we'll start on the children once we're married."

The woman put her hands to her cheeks and said, "Oh my! You should talk to my daughter. Maybe she'd listen to you. Lord knows she doesn't listen to me."

The idea of giving advice to another woman surprised Denise. She said, "I'm sure she listens to you."

"I like you," the woman said. She looked at Larry and asked, "Since this is a celebration do you mind if I select the food for you?"

"That would be great," Larry said.

The woman frowned as a thought crossed her mind and asked, "Do you have any preferences?"

"No preferences. I'm sure that I'll love anything you bring us," Denise answered with a smile.

"I'll serve it family style and that way you can take as little or as much as you want," the woman said. She feared that Denise would only take a bite or two of everything. She shook her head thinking about the young women of the modern world. All of them were concerned with their weight.

The woman brought out the first course of the meal. Denise looked at the steamed mussels and then looked over at Larry. She said, "It looks like we'll be fighting over the last mussel."

The waitress laughed despite the fact that she didn't believe that Denise would eat with an appetite. She watched as Denise loaded Larry's plate with food and then filled her plate. She was pleased the Denise wasn't skimpy with her own portions. Waving her hands around, she said, "That recipe comes from my grandmother on my mother's side. She was big woman with a heart the size of all outdoors. She loved to cook seafood. It has just the right amount of spices; not too much and not too little. I hope that you'll enjoy them."

"They look delicious."

The woman said, "I'll be back with the next course."

As she walked away, she heard Denise say, "Oh, this is heavenly."

"It is good," Larry said nodding his head in agreement.

Denise enjoyed the food and the company. She thought that the waitress was a delight. The woman fussed over them throughout the whole meal. She brought out plates of food and presented them with pride. She talked about which of her relatives gave her the recipe. As the woman cleared away the last plate, she said, "It is so good to see a young woman enjoy food. So many of them worry about their weight and fail to enjoy their food."

"This meal was absolutely fabulous. It would be a crime not to enjoy it," Denise said.

The waitress beamed. She said, "You're a sweet a girl. You've found yourself a good man. He's a scientist. There is no profession more respected than being a scientist. He's so smart. He comes here for lunch with his friend and they talk about things that I don't even understand. They'll be erecting statues to praise his inventions."

Larry said, "They don't raise statues for scientists."

"They should," the woman said. She said, "If my son were to become a scientist or an engineer, I'd take out a full page ad in the newspaper."

"You sound like Candy," Denise said laughing.

"This Candy, is she engaged to Larry's friend Bill?" the woman asked.

"Yes," Denise said realizing that she shouldn't be surprised that Candy had been to this restaurant with Bill considering that he was in the program with Larry and Albert.

"She's such a sweet girl. Her fiancée is a scientist, too. I'd adopt her if I could. Do you know that she came here to learn how to cook some good Italian dishes so that she could feed her husband properly? She's such a good girl," the woman said. She smiled and added, "Everyone loves Candy."

Denise nearly choked when the woman made the comment about everyone loving Candy. She said, "You're right."

"Run along home and celebrate in private," the woman said gesturing towards the door.

"What about the bill?" Larry asked.

"Don't worry about it," the woman said. She leaned down and said, "I'm so happy that you found a nice old fashioned girl."

"Thanks," Larry said.

"Thank you for everything. This was a meal to remember for a lifetime," Denise said.

"You're sweet," the woman said beaming at her.

They had driven about a block away from the restaurant when Denise suddenly said, "Pull into the park over there."

Larry didn't question why, he just did as she asked. He pulled into a parking spot and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is wonderful. I just want to sit here with you for a little bit," Denise said. She was full and wanted to give her meal a chance to settle.

"Did you eat too much?" he asked.

"Not at all," Denise said with a smile.

Larry looked at her for a second and, in a serious voice, said, "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What?" Denise asked concerned by the serious expression on his face.

He shifted uncomfortably for a second and then asked, "Your goal weight — did you set it or did Dale?"

"Dale did all kinds of measurements on me and gave me a target weight range based on my body frame. I remember it was between 129 and 139 pounds. I picked 130 pounds," Denise answered.

"Oh," Larry said biting his lower lip. He didn't know how to make his request.

"Do you think that is too high?" Denise asked afraid that he wanted her to lose more weight.

"I would like you to keep a little more weight than that," Larry said. Feeling awkward, he asked, "Do you think you could change it to the high end?"

"What?" Denise asked shocked at his request.

Larry waved his hands and said, "I didn't mean to upset you. It is just that I really like your body. You're so soft and nice to touch. I like looking at you just the way you are."

"You're kidding?" Denise asked unable to believe what she was hearing. The idea that a man didn't want her to be rail thin was overwhelming.

Feeling like he had made a fool of himself, he said, "No."

Denise stared at him for a minute unable to believe that he loved her body as it was. For a woman who had always been ashamed of her body, that was the ultimate declaration of love. Suddenly, she launched herself at him and grabbed him in a hug. As tears flowed from her eyes, she said, "Anything you want, Larry. You can have anything you want."

Larry didn't know what to make of the sobbing woman who had wrapped herself around him. He didn't know if she was happy, angry, or sad. He put his arms around her and said, "I've got everything that I want in you."

"I'm yours. I'm all yours," Denise sobbed. She shifted and kissed him. With tears running down her cheeks, she said, "I love you so much."

"I love you," Larry said.

Denise said, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I love you, Denise," Larry said enjoying the feel of her in his arms. He was relieved that she wasn't angry with him. He wasn't sure what he had said that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her, but he accepted her compliment.

Denise wanted to give everything she had to make him happy. His compact car in the middle of a park wasn't the best spot for that to happen. Desperate to demonstrate her love she was frustrated at not knowing how to express it. She was left hugging him and repeating, "I love you."

Larry held her in his arms feeling awkward and clueless about what to do. Michelle had not yet covered what to do when holding an emotional woman in his arms. He sort of wished that she was seated in the backseat giving him instructions. He just murmured back, "I love you."

Denise finally pulled herself together. Her nose was stuffed, her eyes were puffy, and her makeup was ruined. Realizing that she looked horrible, she grabbed her purse and said, "I'll be right back."

"Will you be okay?" Larry asked concerned for her.

She answered, "I just need to fix myself up."

"Okay," Larry said, "but I think you look fine."

"Keep saying things like that and I'll never stop crying," Denise said fumbling for the door.

"Oh," Dale said. He watched her stumble away from the car. She ran around a little concession stand by the baseball field.

Once out of sight of Larry, Denise opened her purse and pulled out a little package of tissues. Looking at it, she hoped that there were enough tissues in it to recover. She used two of the tissues blowing her nose. It took another to dry her eyes. She opened her compact to fix up her makeup. Upon looking at her reflection, she said, "I look like a raccoon."

It took a couple more tissues to clean off the smeared makeup. She was going to redo her makeup but decided that standing next to a little building in the dark was not the kind of place that supported doing a good job of it. She looked at the packet of tissues and said, "I've only got enough left to survive him saying one more nice thing to me."

She took a minute to calm down. She said, "Get control of yourself. You're going to chase him off crying like that."

"He's so sweet," she said bursting into tears as she remembered what he had said to her. She used up two more of the now precious tissues.

Getting back to the car, she noticed that Larry was talking on his cell phone. He had a relieved expression on his face and was nodding his head vigorously. He noticed her and then said a few words into the phone before hanging up. He jumped out of the car and raced around to her side to open the door. She got in the car saying, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, My Queen," Larry said giving a courtly bow.

His light hearted act helped Denise keep control of her emotions. She waited as he returned to his seat. Pretty sure that he had been talking with Michelle, she asked, "Who was on the phone?"

"I called Michelle," Larry answered. Most of the conversation with her had been spent with her laughing. He wasn't quite sure what had been so funny. He said, "She said that I should find a comfortable place where we could be alone for a change."

"That would be nice," Denise said thinking that she owed Michelle a very large thank you.

"She recommended a hotel," Larry said afraid that it was a little forward of him to request that.

"That is perfect," Denise said thinking that she could think of a lot of things to do.

"Michelle said that she would let Dale know you wouldn't be home until late, if at all," Larry said.

"I didn't even think of that," Denise said. She'd miss a picture in the time-elapse video, but that didn't seem so important.

Larry said, "She's really good about things like that."

"You're lucky to have found her," Denise said. She'd watch Larry grow over the past few months. It wasn't that he had matured, but he'd become more capable in social situations. Of course, she wasn't surprised that he'd felt the need to call Michelle after finding a sobbing hysterical woman crawling all over him. She said, "Let's go to a hotel."

Larry started the car and pulled out of the park. As he drove, he frantically tried to think of a hotel that would be good enough for her. He noticed the Himton Hotel when he passed one of the main streets. It was a couple of blocks down the street. He asked, "Would the Himton Hotel be okay?"

"So long as London Himton isn't a guest," Denise answered with a smile.

"She's not," Larry replied with a smile. He turned at the next intersection to get to the hotel.

When they finally got to the room, Larry went over to the telephone and called room service. He ordered a bottle of champagne and a fruit tray. While he was busy doing that, Denise went into the bathroom to fix her makeup. She just replaced her mascara rather than going with the full eye shadow treatment. She was out of the bathroom before Larry finished ordering. After hanging up, he said, "They're going to bring it up in a few minutes."

"That's so sweet," Denise said appreciating his desire to make this a special night.

Larry stood there rocking from one foot to the other. Feeling a little bashful, he looked at her and said, "I have to admit that I'm a little nervous."

"Me too," Denise said looking over at him. She had to admit that she felt nervous. Even though this wouldn't be the first time for them to make love, it was the first time that they were truly alone with each other. Her bedroom in Dale's house didn't give that same sense of intimacy as the hotel room. His bedroom at Michelle's house was even less intimate. It would be the first time that they would be able to take the whole night together.

Denise went over to him and wrapped her arms around him. She looked up at his face when he held her in a gentle hug. He looked down at her and found that he was getting lost in her eyes. He whispered, "This feels so right having you in my arms. I have found heaven and it is here with you."

Words that had been ready for release fled leaving her speechless. Knowing that words were not sufficient, she kissed him. It was a gentle kiss. She tried to put her whole soul into it. Their lips and tongues danced as they sought to mingle their souls. She said, "I love you with my whole heart and soul."

Rather than a hurricane of uncontrolled passion, their passion was more like an early summer day. It had the feel of a warm sun, gentle breeze, and the smell of fresh mown grass. Rather than running frantically into bed, they wanted to take their time and explore the hidden places of their love. Each was confident of his or her skill in the mechanics of making love, but felt a little uneasy about the art of loving.

There was a moment of interruption when room service arrived with the champagne and fruit tray. Rather than spoiling the moment it provided each a little respite in which to recover their balance. They returned to each other's arms.

Larry said, "Let me undress you."

"You own me body and soul," Denise said.

With trembling fingers, Larry slowly removed her clothes taking delight as her female form was revealed to his eyes. She watched his face seeking any sign of disapproval and was rewarded with only seeing adoration. When he removed the last of her clothes, she said, "It is my turn."

Denise removed his clothes with the same care that he had given her. She explored his body with her hands and eyes. It was the exploration of a lover wanting to sear the body of her lover into her memory.

Neither was sure how they ended up in the bed. Each did the best they could to bring pleasure to the other. Each relaxed to accept the pleasure being given them. It was the give and take that lovers throughout history have shared. Denise opened her soul and invited Larry in.

When they finished, Denise was resting her head on his chest. She sighed and said, "I wish we could do this forever."

"That day will come soon," Larry said running a hand along her back. He loved the feel of her skin. It was soft and giving. He felt that she had a female figure and that losing too much weight would ruin it.

"I can't wait," Denise said.

Larry said, "We have to wait until we both finish our respective programs."

"I know," Denise said wishing that it would come to an end already.

Larry said, "I think that we are lucky to have found Dale and Michelle."

"Why?"

Larry answered, "I'll tell you the truth, I was a pretty lousy lover before starting the program. It isn't that I was a premature ejaculator, but I didn't have that much stamina. I didn't have any skill and was totally clueless when it came to the female body. The sad thing is that I knew it. It really did a number on my confidence.

"I was a weird mix of shy and arrogant. Around women, I was clumsy and stupid. When I was dealing with technology, I was arrogant and boastful. I tried to dominate any technical discussion that came along. Women found me pathetic and men thought I was a bastard.

"If I had met you back then, you'd have laughed at me. I was a pretty ridiculous specimen."

Denise said, "I was just as bad. When I entered the program I hated sex. My whole life was dominated by shame. I was ashamed of having desires. I was ashamed of my body. I hated what I was and I despised everyone around me who was skinny. I was self absorbed as a result.

"I watched a video of one of my early sexual experiences with Dale. He had to cover my face so that he could complete the act. The expression of loathing on my face would have killed the passion in any man. I laid there like a beached whale. I didn't move or do anything. I was so locked in hating myself that it never occurred to me to give anything to my partner.

"If you had seen me back then, you'd have called me a fat woman. You would have been right to do that."

Larry said, "The one thing that I think our respective programs taught us was honesty."

"That's very true," Denise added. It was impossible to have secrets. She had watched Larry have sex with Michelle. Larry had watched her have sex with Dale. There were no secrets in their relationship.

Larry gestured to the table and asked, "How about a little champagne and fruit?"

"That would be marvelous," Denise said.



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Chapter 31


Day 325 Saturday

After months of hints, Dale finally opened the door to his special room and gestured inside. He said, "I have set out a costume for you to wear."

"A costume," Denise said thinking she'd be dressed up like a French Maid in a few minutes.

"Yes, I want you to wear it," Dale said.

Denise went inside the room and looked around. She didn't see any kind of costume. There was a small square of cloth on the bed and something else. She picked up the other item and looked at it. It didn't look like a top or a bottom piece of a costume. She called out, "Where is it?"

"It is on the bed," Dale answered from the door.

"What? This white thing and this frilly thing?" Denise asked confused.

"That frilly thing is a bonnet," Dale said.

Denise examined it a little closer and realized that he was right. She put it on her head and tied it on. She looked in the mirror and thought, 'This is the stupidest looking hat I've ever seen.'

She went over and picked up the white cloth. There was something on the bed underneath it. She bent down and looked at it. It was a pair of giant safety pins. Confused, she asked, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You're supposed to wear it," Dale answered watching her with amusement in his eyes.

She wrapped it around her waist and asked, "Like this?"

"Not quite," Dale said with a chuckle.

"What is it?" Denise asked.

"It is an adult sized diaper," Dale answered.

Denise burst out in laughter. She couldn't believe that he was asking her to dress up like a baby complete with diaper. She said, "This is fucking ridiculous."

Dale strode into the room and got in her face. In a harsh voice, he shouted, "Shut the fuck up right now."

Shocked by the anger on his face, Denise stepped back and said, "Sorry."

Dale said, "Lesson one in wearing a costume is that if someone has asked you to wear it then you never laugh at it. You take it and the request seriously. You make out like it is the best idea that you've ever heard."

"Okay."

"Now put on that diaper."

Denise stared at the piece of cloth. She looked up at Dale and said, "I don't know anything about cloth diapers. I grew up in the age of disposable diapers."

Dale smiled and said, "Lesson two in wearing a costume is that if you don't know how to put it on then ask for help."

"Okay," Denise said eyeing the diaper. She looked up at him and noticed that he was waiting for her to say something. She said, "Would you help me put on this diaper?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Dale said. He took the square of cloth from her and set it on the bed. He folded it and said, "Get on the bed."

Much to her surprise, Dale powdered her bottom and then put the diaper on her. He fondled her private parts in the process. She looked at the diaper wondering how any man could find it sexy. She sat up once he had finished. He handed her a giant bottle and a rattle. Smiling, he said, "That completes the costume. Go look in the mirror."

Denise got up from the bed and went over to the mirror. She looked at it and shook her head thinking, 'This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen.'

Dale asked, "What do you think?"

Denise raised her eyebrows and said, "This is ridiculous."

Dale said, "Lesson three in wearing a costume is that no matter how it looks to you, you have to think of it as the sexiest thing you've ever worn."

"I'll try," Denise said looking in the mirror.

"You'll do it," Dale said sternly.

"Now what?" Denise asked.

Dale said, "Lesson number four is that every costume has a role that goes with it."

Frowning, Denise asked, "I'm supposed to act like a baby?"

"That's right," Dale answered with a smile.

"Okay," Denise said doubtfully. She wondered why any man would want a full grown woman to act like a baby.

Dale waited for her to start acting. She looked at him and realized that he was waiting for her to start acting like a baby. Her mind went blank. She gave a weak, "Waa."

"You can do a little better than that," Dale said.

"I have no clue how to act," Denise said feeling really stupid.

Dale said, "Lesson number five in wearing a costume is that you don't act, you live the role."

"Huh?"

"You become a baby, you don't act like a baby," Dale said. Seeing that she was still confused, he said, "Babies don't stand up and walk around. They sit on the floor and crawl. They shake their rattles and suck on their bottles."

"Oh," Denise said.

Dale said, "I'm going to leave for a half an hour. I want you to play like a baby and then get undressed. We'll do this over again."

Denise frowned and said, "I've got to know something."

"What?"

"Do you really get off on this costume?" Denise asked.

Dale laughed and said, "No, but no woman that I've ever met has considered that to be a sexy costume. It makes it easy to teach the first six lessons of wearing sex costumes."

"Thank God," Denise said. She frowned and asked, "What's the sixth lesson?"

"The sixth lesson is that you never judge the man by the costumes he finds erotic," Dale said stepping out of the room and closing the door.

Denise turned and looked in the mirror. She shook her head and said, "This is so bizarre."

Dale opened the door and shouted, "Remember lessons one and three. You always take the request seriously even if you think you are alone."

"Yes, Dale," Denise said turning red. She hadn't realized that he might have been able to overhear her comment. Then she realized that was the point.

He closed the door and she stood there for a minute. Feeling like a complete idiot she got down on the floor and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She shook the rattle lamely for a second and then shook her head. Feeling frustrated, she let loose a little cry. It felt good and was somewhat in character. She realized what she was doing and chuckled. There was nothing more like a baby than throwing a tantrum. She let loose and threw a big grand tantrum.

It took most of the half hour, but she finally was able to get into the role of a playing a baby. She undressed and put the costume back on the bed. She waited for Dale to return thinking about her first experience in costume play. She shook her head thinking that she had never imagined dressing up like a baby, not even as a Halloween costume.

Dale came into the room and looked at her. He said, "Well."

"Well what?" Denise asked confused. She stood there looking back at him.

"I said that we were going to begin over again when I returned," Dale said.

"I was waiting for you," Denise said.

"I've returned and you haven't begun," Dale said.

"Huh?"

"Babies don't stand up and pace around the room," Dale said gesturing at her.

"Oh," Denise said realizing that he had expected her to be on the floor or bed acting like a little baby the minute he had walked in the room.

Dale said, "Lesson number seven is that you start setting the environment as early as possible."

"Okay," Denise said thinking this whole bit about wearing a costume was a lot more complicated than she had thought. She had just assumed that it was putting on an outfit and posing or something.

"I'll come back in the room in five minutes," Dale said leaving the room. He shot her a smile before he left the room.

The smile worried Denise, but she made her way into bed and stayed there. She thought about what kinds of things she should be doing as a baby and then turned to her back and stuck her thumb in her mouth. When Dale returned, he put her into a diaper talking nonsense baby talk to her the entire time. In the process, he had managed to fondle her cunt and ass. She managed to control her laughter, but couldn't keep the smile off her face. She cooed and said nonsense words. She played with the rattle and sucked from the bottle. It ended with her sucking his 'Man Milk' from his cock.

After resting for a half of an hour and discussing the good and bad points of her performance, Dale said, "Why don't you get undressed and go in my bedroom for ten minutes? We'll start all over with you coming in the room."

Denise left the little room. She took a few minutes to freshen up in the bathroom. Her bottom was covered with baby powder so she took a quick shower. When it was about time to return to the room, she took a deep breath and tried to think of getting into the character of a baby. She opened the door and stepped into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks and burst out into laughter. Dale was on the bed wearing the stupid hat and diaper.

Dale shouted, "Shut up."

Denise stopped laughing and looked at Dale. She realized that she had just done something pretty stupid. She said, "Sorry."

"Lesson number eight is to never laugh at the costume worn by your partner."

Denise nodded her head and said, "You surprised me."

"That was what I intended to do," Dale said looking at her. He said, "When you are surprised is the most important time to remember all of the lessons."

"Yes, Dale," Denise said thinking that some surprises were just too extreme to avoid reacting.

"Let's try it again," Dale said.

Denise went out and closed the door. She took a minute to collect herself. As she started reaching for the door handle, it dawned on her that she wasn't going to be playing the baby this time. She was going to have to play the mommy. She entered the room and found Dale naked on the bed sucking on the bottle. He started crying.

She went over to him and said, "Aw, poor baby lost his little diaper."

She put the diaper on him and stepped back to examine her work. Dale sat up shaking his head. He said, "Lesson number nine is that costume play is all about sex."

"Huh?" Denise asked wondering what she had done wrong.

"You were doing things around my cock and yet you ignored it. Costume play is all about sex. You are playing a mommy, but you should be playing a sexy mommy. Sexy mommies make sure their little baby boys have an erection," Dale explained.

"Oh," Denise said wondering how stupid she could possibly be. She remembered how Dale had fondled her while putting on the diaper.

"Let's start all over again," Dale said looking at her.

"Yes, Dale," Denise said stepping out of the room.

This time she returned to the room much better prepared for what was going to happen. She went through the process of putting a diaper on him feeling like a complete idiot the entire time. She made sure to finger his asshole a little and rub his cock a bit. He was erect by the time she got the diaper on him.

He sat up and threw his bottle across the room. She looked at the bottle and then back at him. He started crying. It took her a second to realize that he wanted to suck on her tits. She cradled his head so that he could suck on her breasts. As he sucked, she told him what a good baby he was and how great it felt to have him sucking on her breasts.

The game played on for an hour with her ending up giving him a hand job while changing his diaper. When it was over, Dale said, "The tenth and most important lesson in role playing is that you can never break the trust that your partner has shown you in the fantasy you've just played out."

"Oh," Denise said.

"You partner has to trust you to never reveal what you've done to anyone. You can't talk about it with anyone else. It is private between you and him," Dale said.

"I didn't think about that," Denise said. She had been ready to run out and tell Larry all about that afternoon. The urge to share it was almost overwhelming.

"Remember it," Dale said. He was silent for a minute and then said, "You see, costume play is about letting loose the little demons that live inside us in a harmless manner. Deep seated fantasies are often ridiculous and quite superficial, but they are an integral part of who we are. You had a little fun playing baby, but took to playing mommy a whole lot more. The roles tell us something about ourselves. We can explore some of our hidden depths by playing these kinds of games."

"I didn't think of it like that," Denise said.

"Your partner will give you little hints about the kinds of costumes he may want you to wear. School teacher, school girl, secretary, nurse, French maid, cheerleader, and Jane of the jungle are all common costumes that men find sexy. He'll also want to wear costumes. He might want to dress up like a fighter pilot, school boy, medieval hero, or high school quarterback. When you find out one, you help him make it a reality.

"You don't judge him or the costume, but you return the trust he's showing you by letting him play out the little fantasy. You do your best to make it enjoyable. Most of the time, it works out well. Sometimes, it just doesn't work."

"I never thought about it like that," Denise said thoughtfully. She wondered what kind of costumes Larry might want her to wear. She wondered what kind of costumes she wanted him to wear.

Dale nodded his head knowing that there was a lot that she didn't realize that went into successful costume play. He said, "It doesn't always begin the moment the costume is presented to you. You might take part in selecting the costume and working out the scenario with him before the costume arrives. You might have to search out an appropriate setting. Maybe he wants to have sex outdoors. You don't do that in your bedroom. Maybe he wants to play a secretary fantasy. You can help by finding an office where you can play your little games."

"It sounds like a lot of work," Denise said.

"It can be, but the rewards are worth it. For just a little while, you can be a different woman for him and he can be a different man for you. Over the course of your life with him, you can be a thousand different women. It keeps the relationship exciting. It also develops a deeper and longer lasting trust," Dale said.

"Wow," Denise said.

Dale said, "You might have wondered why I waited so long to show you costume play."

Hints about costume play had been dropped for a couple of months and she had begun to wonder why they hadn't started before now. She said, "That's right. You mentioned it the first time three months ago."

"Well, I was waiting for Larry to be ready for it. Michelle has spent today introducing costume play to Larry. I wanted to make sure that you and he were introduced to it the same day," Dale said.

"She put him in diapers?" she asked wanting to burst out in laughter at the thought of her fiancée sitting around in diapers.

Dale said, "I give you permission to talk about it with Larry on your date tonight. I'm sure that the discussion will serve you well."

"Thanks," Denise said thinking that the subject of wearing diapers and acting like a baby had to be the most unlikely topic ever for a dating couple to discuss on a date. She laughed at the mental image of a couple seated at a nice romantic restaurant exchanging advice on how best to wear a diaper.

"What's so funny?" Dale asked.

"I was just imagining sitting at a restaurant discussing diapers while on a date. I think it would be very embarrassing," Denise said.

"That's right. Costume play is very private. You don't discuss it in public. You don't discuss it where others can overhear even by accident. You don't leave the costumes out where others can find them. Consider the costume play you engage in with your partner to be the most secret part of your relationship. Everyone who looks at a married couple assumes they are having sex. It is practically a given. No one looks at a married couple and imagines them wearing diapers or acting like Tarzan and Jane," Dale said.

"This whole thing of costume play is a lot more complicated than I thought," Denise said thoughtfully. She was going to have to think about it long and hard.

"I know. Sometimes I wonder how many marriages are ruined because one or both fail to understand all of the implications of their costume play. Partners who laugh at the other one are trampling on the trust being shown them. They might not even realize what they've done and will be confused by the sudden distance their lover is showing them.

"A partner who announces in the middle of a party that their lover likes them to dress up like a hooker can kill the relationship faster than having an affair. It isn't just humiliating, it is public humiliation," Dale said.

"Wow," Denise said.

Dale was quiet for a moment and said, "Our company hosts holiday parties for the employees in which husbands and wives attend. There's a lot of small talk that goes on at those parties as people try to find topics of conversations with others who are practically strangers. I've heard people say things at those parties that can kill relationships really quickly. I wasn't surprised when the marriages came to an end even though others were shocked.

"We used to serve alcohol, but I felt that it helped create the problem, you know - in vino veratas. We stopped serving alcohol, but it still happens on occasion. One woman told the secretary of one of our managers that she dressed up like her because her husband fantasized about fucking her. Needless to say, that went over like a lead balloon."

Denise laughed and said, "I can imagine. Did you get sued?"

"It was the wife of an employee and not the employee. I did transfer the secretary to my office the next day," Dale said with a sigh.

"I'll remember that solution," Denise said. In her new position, she knew that she'd end up dealing with issues like that at some point in time.

Dale was quiet for a minute and said, "In a way, I feel that this is one of the most important lessons that Michelle and I teach in the program. The first half of the program is about getting one to open up so that they can have relationships. The second half of the program is all about maintaining relationships. If you are unable to maintain a relationship, then you quickly revert to where you can't have a relationship. Success in one requires success in the other."

Denise nodded her head as she thought about what Dale was saying. She was within two pounds of the weight that Larry wanted her to achieve. She had learned how to give and receive pleasure through the sexual act. For the past few weeks, she had been wondering why she was still in the program. She said, "I can see that now."

"You're still growing as a person. Once you got through many of the issues that kept you from achieving your goals, you still had a lot to learn. Now you're learning how to help others. The first step was in getting you to understand what I was doing to break through the issues holding Victoria back. The next step was to get you to help me in helping her. Now, you're learning how to create and develop further intimacy," Dale said.

Denise looked around the room and considered the setting. The diaper was on the bed next to them. The baby bottle was halfway across the room on the floor. The rattle occasionally made a noise when one of them shifted position. She didn't think this was the proper setting for such a deep discussion. She asked, "Why are you telling me this now?"

"We just finished acting like babies. It is time for you to grow up and become a healthy adult. Part of that is to understand yourself and what is happening to you. Let's say that this is your first day of self-directed growth. Over the next few weeks, you'll be questioning what it is that you really want in your life. So far, your dreams were pretty simple and reflected the thinking of a child. Now you'll look at those same dreams as an adult. You'll come to look at your dream for a loving husband as not just a thing, but a lifetime of shared experiences with a trusted friend and lover. You'll see your dream for a house as actually wanting to build a home that can serve as a retreat from the rest of the world. You'll see your desire for children as wanting to create a community."

"Oh," Denise said stunned by his words. He had taken her dreams and turned them into something grander than she had considered possible.

"Your sex life with Larry is about to get very interesting. The two of you are going to experience multi-partner sex with Michelle and me. You're going to start exploring parts of yourself that you've never thought about with him as your partner. You love him and trust him, but you'll discover that there is more than that."

"More than that?"

Dale nodded his head and said, "With time, your souls will merge and you'll become one person. You'll explore life and love as one. You'll be able to send him off to do things with others knowing that he won't be experiencing it alone, but that you'll gain from the experience as well. Even when you are separated, his experiences will become your experiences and vice versa. That is what is possible for you and Larry."

"Wow."

Looking at the amazement on her face, Dale smiled. He asked, "Speaking of Larry, don't you have a date with him soon?"

"Yes," Denise said.

"Then you should probably go get ready for it," Dale said with a smile. He watched her leave and then stared at the closed door for a full minute. He sighed and asked, "When will I find my life partner?"

Four hours later, Denise and Larry were seated in his compact car watching some kids learning how to play baseball in the park. A handful of mothers and fathers were seated in bleachers watching the practice. It was obvious by the number of parents and kids that most of the parents were off doing other things. The fact that the young lovers were watching the action on the field was reflective of their date so far that evening. They hadn't talked much at all.

Knowing that it was time to break the silence about their day, Denise said, "Diapers."

"Diapers," Larry said shaking his head. He said, "I'm a research scientist and I spent most of the day in diapers."

"I know what you mean," Denise said. Shaking her head, she said, "I couldn't believe it when he told me that the cloth on the bed was a diaper."

"Michelle really got in my face when I burst out laughing," Larry said. She had looked terrifying there for a few seconds.

"Dale too," Denise said.

"I learned a lot," Larry said.

"Same here," Denise said.

He looked at her for a minute knowing that what he was about to say could damage their relationship. He said, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure that I'm ready to share my costume fantasies with you yet."

Relieved, Denise said, "I'm glad you feel that way. I didn't realize just how threatening it could be. I've got to understand my feelings about it before I'm ready to share them."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I was worried that you'd start asking me about what costumes I wanted you to wear," Larry said. The relief on his face was obvious.

"Did Michelle talk about this being your first day as an adult?"

"Yes, she did," Larry said.

"It is kind of scary," Denise said looking over at him.

Larry looked over at her and said, "It is very scary. I'm looking forward to becoming one with you. I really liked the idea of that."

"Me too."



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Chapter 32


Day 365 Wednesday

After waking early in the morning, Denise went to the computer to finished recording the events of the previous day in her journal. It wasn't until she looked at the day heading of the journal that she realized that she'd been in the program for a year. She felt it had been a long year. She had already reached her revised target weight of 138 pounds and liked the result. She had dropped down to 136 pounds, but she hadn't liked it as much as 138. Much to her disbelief, Larry was glad to see the additional weight come back.

Since reaching what she now felt was her ideal weight, she was learning how to control her weight by making slight adjustments in what she ate and how much she exercised. She could go out on occasion and eat a large meal without feeling guilty. It wasn't like the binges that she had gone on in the past. She enjoyed nice sweet desserts on occasion, but wasn't tempted to eat the whole cake or the whole gallon of ice cream at one sitting. Moderation was becoming a habit for her. She didn't visit the weight scales very often, just often enough to make sure that she still in control.

Along with her weight loss there had been other benefits to the changes in lifestyle brought about by the program. Her hair had improved in texture. It was thicker, smoother, fuller, and shinier. It flowed when she shook her head rather than hanging limply. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. The absence of excessive sugar and chocolate had reduced her acne. She had a lot more energy and stamina. Her mental state was clearer. She had improved her ability to concentrate. Her sleep recharged her and she woke in the morning feeling energetic.

Her reflection in the mirror of her room showed a very attractive woman. She wasn't the only one who thought she was attractive. Larry loved her body and showed in a hundred different ways his appreciation for it. Other men admired her and she had been asked out by several of them. Having men pursue her had thrilled her. In fact, it thrilled her so much the first time she had been asked out that she had almost accepted despite the fact that she was engaged. As much as she liked the attention that her new body brought, she had come to accept that her weight loss was more about being healthy than being attractive.

The health changes weren't imaginary. A month earlier she had gone for her annual physical. Normally Denise dreaded going to the doctor. The trip usually included a long lecture about how unhealthy she was and how she needed to control her diet. The last trip had been an entirely different matter. She had walked out of the office feeling good.

Her doctor had been shocked at the changes Denise had undergone since her last visit. Her first response had been to order a suite of blood tests to make sure that there wasn't a health reason for the dramatic weight loss. The physical had shown that Denise was in great shape. Her blood sugar was well within acceptable limits. That hadn't been the case during her previous examination. Her iron levels were good. Her cholesterol and blood pressure were at the levels associated with very fit people.

Denise spent a few minutes admiring her reflection. She smiled and said, "I owe Susan a big thank you."

She looked back at her computer and decided to finish her entry after work. She went out in search of breakfast. She spotted Dale at the dining room table and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning to you," Dale said.

"Is Victoria in the kitchen?" Denise asked. She was feeling a little frisky and hoped that she didn't have to cook.

"She's cooking up a storm," Dale answered.

Considering the morning routine, Denise knew that it was up to her to service Dale since Victoria was otherwise engaged. She asked, "Are you ready for a little morning relief?"

"Yes, I am," Dale said looking at her with a smile.

She said, "Okay. I'm up for anything except anal."

"Breakfast will be ready soon, so it'll have to be fast," Dale said.

Denise climbed onto the table in front of him and said, "How about a little pussy pie and then a quick fuck?"

Leaning forward, Dale answered by licking her cunt. Enjoying the sensations that he was generating down there, Denise thought about how strange her actions would have seemed to her a year ago. Over the past year, she had gotten used to having sex three or four times a day. She had been sick for three days a few weeks earlier and had been surprised to discover that she was extremely horny by the time she recovered.

Satisfied that her lower regions were wet enough to take him, Dale stood up and entered her in one smooth stroke. As he started thrusting into her, Denise moved her hips to assure that the sensations were great for the both of them. She was really enjoying the session that morning.

Victoria entered the dining room carrying two bowls of hot cereal. She looked at the couple on the table and set the bowls down where they wouldn't get knocked over. She returned to the kitchen without saying a word.

Denise didn't know if her ability to reach orgasm had improved, but in no time at all she was rushing towards a climax. Dale was drawn along with her. She came with a nice little scream. She locked his cock deep in her by wrapping her legs around his hips and holding tight. Dale grunted his release.

Coming down, Denise said, "Thank you."

"Thank you," Dale said.

"You're breakfast is getting cold," Victoria said dryly from across the table. She hadn't bothered to wait for them to finish before starting on her cereal.

"Thank you, Victoria," Dale said.

Denise got off the table and went to her chair. The towel was already in place. She sat down knowing that the towel would have to be replaced by a clean one after breakfast. Looking at the bowl of cereal, she said, "It looks good."

"You can't do too much to ruin hot cereal," Victoria said. She knew that wasn't true. For the first three weeks of cooking breakfast the results had been lumpy or the texture of library paste.

"That's true," Denise said.

Dale looked over at Denise and said, "You sure are in a good mood this morning. It wouldn't have something to do with the fact that you've been in the program for a year, would it?"

Victoria asked, "You've been in it for a whole year?"

"That's right," Denise said. She looked over at Dale and said, "Four more months to go."

"That's right," Dale said. He wasn't going to mention that he felt that she was well ahead of schedule. He wasn't sure why that was the case. At times he attributed it to the three weeks working with Claire. At times he attributed it to the short program of Karen. The fact that he wasn't sure bothered him a little. He'd love to get the program down to a year in duration.

Victoria sighed and said, "I've been in it for four and a half months. I have almost a year to go."

The reminder of how long Victoria had been in the program gave Denise a moment of pause. She knew that the women in Dale's program had a major breakthrough during the fifth or sixth month in the program. So far, Victoria had still been approaching sex with dread. She said, "Don't worry. It will get better."

"Right," Victoria said rolling her eyes. She'd believe that when pigs sprouted wings and started flying. Until then, she'd take care of Dale's needs feeling like a whore.

Dale asked, "So what are your plans for celebrating your one year anniversary?"

"How about getting double-teamed by you and Larry?" Denise asked.

"Does Larry know?" Dale asked.

"Not yet," Denise said. Earlier that week, she had been over to Michelle's house with Larry. Larry had fucked Michelle while she had taken his ass with a strap-on dildo. No one was more surprised than Larry when he discovered that he really liked that. Not shocked by his admission, Denise had chalked that up to one more thing that she and Larry would do from time to time. She had enjoyed it well enough that it wasn't going to be a problem.

"Warn him," Dale said. He looked down at his bowl of hot cereal and said, "Some men find the close proximity of other men during sex a major assault on their sexuality. Michelle's men don't usually have that problem though."

"I'll let him know," Denise said wondering if Dale had some bad experience in the past with some jealous boyfriend. She didn't think it was likely, but it was hard to know. Dale was pretty good at keeping secrets.

"Good," Dale said. He took another spoonful of his cereal.

Victoria listened to the discussion and shook her head. She didn't understand how Larry could tolerate the idea of Denise having sex with another man. She said, "You're such a slut."

"Think what you will," Denise replied without taking insult. She had no idea how many times she had said the same thing to Susan.

"I will," Victoria said. She thought about the fact that Denise would be keeping Dale busy that night. She figured that meant she might get away with only having to give him two blowjobs that day. She decided that it would be best to keep her mouth shut and stay under the radar.

Denise finished her bowl of oatmeal. She had slowly grown used to eating it over the past year. She had found that Farina every day got pretty old. She looked down between her legs and saw that Dale's come had leaked out. Using the towel, she wiped the area clean. Rising, she said, "I better get ready for work. I've got a meeting with a customer this morning."

Dale asked, "Who?"

"Normally I wouldn't answer that question, but since the customer is Claire I will," Denise said with a smile.

Dale frowned, but didn't say anything. He wasn't aware that they had any products that were at the point where they required documentation. He shrugged his shoulders deciding that it was something personal that Claire was developing. She still came out with patents in her own name, so he assumed that it had something to do with that. He said, "She's just after your body."

"I know," Denise said.

Two hours later, Karen entered the conference room with Claire. Denise smiled watching how nervous Karen was around the other woman. It was like she was reliving the days in the apartment all over again. Taking a seat, Claire turned to Karen and said, "This isn't a business call. It is personal, but I'd appreciate it if you stayed here."

Karen nodded her head, but moved to the far end of the table. She sat down and said, "Okay."

Claire said, "Since I lost Candy, I've been searching high and low for a replacement."

"She would be a very hard one to replace," Denise said.

"Yes," Claire said, "Everybody loves Candy."

Smiling weakly, Karen said, "I'll volunteer Denise so long as I'm not involved."

Denise laughed at the joke and said, "Just this morning Dale warned me that Claire was after my body."

"He's right," Claire said wiggling her eyebrows. She turned a little more serious and said, "I thought I found a woman. Her name is Stefanie. The problem is that she likes men too much. She keeps on insisting on having a man around most of the times when we get together."

"Oh, sorry," Denise said.

"Michelle and I discussed the matter and came to a rather remarkable conclusion," Claire said.

"What?"

Claire smiled and said, "Michelle is going to put her through the program."

"What?" Denise shouted in surprise. She said, "Michelle doesn't like women. She likes women as much as you like men."

"I know. You see, she's making an exception in this case," Claire said. It hadn't been easy to get Michelle to go along with the plan.

Denise frowned and asked, "Why should Michelle suddenly go bi?"

"She's not going bi," Claire said with a laugh. She smiled and said, "She's putting Stefanie through the program to learn how to run the program on her own."

"Really? I didn't realize that Michelle has that many men that she needs someone to take some of them off her hands," Karen asked.

"She doesn't have that many. She's lost Arthur and Bill," Denise said.

Claire said, "She won't be putting men through the program, but women."

"Oh," Denise said wondering how that would work. She said, "I don't understand."

"You see, Michelle and I decided that Stefanie was the perfect woman for Dale," Claire said grinning.

"Oh my God," Karen said. She couldn't imagine anyone being perfect for Dale. As much as Dale enjoyed sex, he'd wear out a normal woman. Even Candy had admitted that keeping up with Dale had been almost too much for her. Another month and she would have had to back out of the deal.

Denise said, "It is going to take someone special to deal with Dale."

"She is special. That's what attracted me to her," Claire said.

"I'd like to meet her," Karen said shaking her head.

"She's got a sex drive as high as mine. In fact, it is so high that I checked to make sure that she's not a relative of ours," Claire said. Seeing the expression on Denise's face, she said, "She isn't."

"Are you sure?" Denise asked.

"We ran a DNA test," Claire answered.

"Wow," Denise said thinking that modern technology was amazing.

"You are the weak link in our plans," Claire said finally addressing the real reason for her visit.

"Why?"

Claire said, "She's going to be having sex with Larry. I hope you won't be jealous."

"Should I be?" Denise asked getting worried.

"No, but sometimes people do odd things when they are surprised by something like this," Claire answered with a negligent wave of her hand. She said, "Michelle has a little house in her backyard. She's putting two women and a guy in it to keep Stefanie entertained most of the time. She'll still need to visit Michelle's men once or twice a day."

Karen looked at Claire in shock. She asked, "Are you kidding me?"

"Not at all. Like I said; she has a sex drive like mine and Michelle's," Claire answered.

Denise said, "That's amazing. Won't she wear Dale out?"

Claire laughed and said, "Mom and Dad had sex five times a day. I know, half of the time we saw them doing it. They each kept a few people on the side. Don't underestimate the sex drive of our family. We're descendents of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs."

"Oh," Denise said thinking that Claire came from a strange family. She wondered how many times a day Dale could actually do it.

"Larry has already been sworn to secrecy. You can't let Dale know about Stefanie," Claire said.

"Why not?" Denise asked. She thought he would want to know as soon as possible.

Claire said, "She's starting the program right now and she's not ready for Dale. We're going to introduce them in a year."

"I promise not to tell Dale anything," Denise said.

"Good," Claire said. Looking down the table at Karen, she said, "I need your promise too."

"I promise," Karen said.

"Great. I've got to get back to work," Claire said rising from her chair.

"Okay," Denise said.

It was starting to get dark when Larry drove Denise home from a nice meal out. Denise asked, "Are you okay with the idea?"

"Yes," Larry answered. After his experiences with Michelle, having a man around when he was having sex with her wasn't a big deal.

"Any concerns?" Denise asked.

"I'm not interested in playing with his sausage, if that's what you mean," Larry said. He kind of laughed when he said it to take the bite out of his answer.

"He's not into that," Denise said.

"I didn't think so," Larry said. He could tell that Denise was a little worried about him and the events that were going to take place. He wasn't going to dismiss her concerns. She needed to express them and know how he felt about them. That was one of the things that Michelle had drilled into his head.

"I'd like to be double-teamed with one of you in my pussy and the other in my ass at the same time," Denise said.

"Sounds interesting," Larry said.

"Do you have a preference of which one you want to do?" Denise asked.

"Not really. Do you?" Larry answered. He'd be happy doing either one. The real thing was sharing the experience with Denise.

"I'd like you under me so that I can watch your face," Denise said licking her lips.

"Hmm, I didn't think of that. I like the idea of being able to watch your reaction," Larry said glancing over at her.

"So that's okay?" Denise asked.

"That's fine with me," Larry said. He asked, "Do you have any concerns?"

"Will you let me know if you aren't having a good time?" Denise said.

"I'll tell you in very clear terms," Larry said smiling, "Any other concerns?"

"Not really. We've kind of talked about this before," Denise said.

"I know. Are you nervous?"

Denise nodded her head and answered, "Yes, I am. How about you?"

"Not at all," Larry answered, "I've been mentally preparing for this ever since you, Michelle, and I had the threesome. I knew it was only a matter of time before it was going to be you, me, and Dale."

"I didn't think about that," Denise said. They'd had a similar discussion before the threesome with Michelle. Then it had been Larry asking if she was okay with the idea. They both knew that it was really all part of the program, but that didn't matter. Neither of them was going to let the program kill their relationship.

"Look, I know that you'll enjoy this so relax. I won't be bothered if you really get off on this. To tell the truth, I was a little amazed at the results of the last threesome," Larry answered. He shook his head and said, "I had no idea that it would be that good."

Denise smiled and said, "We'll do it again, I promise."

"The point is, I want you to feel that comfortable tonight. Let's get in there and let it be one of the best times of your life," Larry said.

"Okay," Denise said relaxing a little.

Larry said, "If you aren't having a good time, let me know and I'll end it right then and there."

"Thanks," Denise said relaxing a lot more. It seemed to her that he always knew the right thing to say.

Larry pulled up in the driveway of Dale's house. He stopped the engine and turned to her. He asked, "Any last minute concerns?"

"I'm going to be taking it in the rear. I'll have to clean myself out. That means you and Dale will have to wait for me," Denise said.

"That's okay. It will give me a chance to tell Dale what we've agreed upon," Larry said.

"You'll do that?" Denise asked with a smile.

Larry leaned over and kissed her. He said, "I'd move mountains for you. Talking to Dale is nothing compared to that."

"I love you," Denise said.

"I love you," Larry said leaning over and giving her a kiss.

They went into the house together. As was her habit, Denise striped on entering. Larry helped her get out of her clothes. She smiled at him and said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Larry said.

"Let's find Dale," Denise said taking his hand. She led the way into the living room where Dale and Victoria were watching a sex movie. She said, "We're here."

"Ah, great," Dale said. He was wearing his robe and had prepared for the evening.

"I'm going to go clean up a little," Denise said.

"Go ahead," Dale said. He looked over at Larry and asked, "Do you need a bathroom to freshen up in?"

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," Larry said. He looked over at Denise and said, "I'm sure that Denise will take a little longer than me getting ready. I'd like a chance to talk with you after I shower."

"Excellent," Dale said, "Victoria will show you to her bathroom."

"Okay," Larry said.

"Victoria, on your way to your room pick up a robe for Larry to wear. There are some in the linen closet," Dale said.

"Yes, Dale," Victoria said. She'd been watching threesome movies almost the entire evening with Dale. All of those images were starting to get to her. She wasn't looking forward to watching them have a threesome that evening.

Denise leaned over and whispered, "That was well done."

"Thanks," Larry said.

Denise went into her room and began getting ready for the threesome. She took her time knowing that Larry would be showering down in the basement and then going off to talk to Dale. As she held the enema bag, she thought about what was going to be happening in a little while. She was nervous, but she was excited as well. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have two men in her at the same time.

After the enema had done its job of cleaning her interior, she stepped into her shower to clean the outside. She looked down at her chest and noticed that her nipples were already rock hard. She said, "I guess I'm looking forward to this."

It was difficult not to rush, but she took her time in the shower. She washed everything twice and then realized that she was procrastinating a bit. She stepped out and dried off. She looked at the mirror and said, "I hope it is good."

Denise went out of her room and towards the living room. She could hear Larry say, "She wants to be the center of attention. She said that she wants you on one side and me on the other during foreplay."

"Then you on the bottom and me behind her," Dale said.

"That's right," Larry said.

"I'm to stop if either of you says stop," Dale said with a smile. He'd been through this many times before. It always pleased him when the couple had discussed all of the details before arriving. Nothing was worse than getting in the middle of a fight that was a result of bad communications between lovers.

"That's right," Larry said.

Dale said, "Do you want to go through it a third time?"

"No, she's here," Larry said looking over at the door.

Denise entered the room with a smile on her face. She'd heard the important parts and relaxed knowing that Dale would keep his word. She wasn't worried about Larry. She was sure that he'd look out for her interests.

Victoria groaned and said, "I can't believe that I have to watch this."

Denise got down on the floor. Larry got down on one side and Dale on the other. She relaxed as the two men who knew her body better than any others started to play her like a violin. Lost in the sensations, she flowed through the session. She held her breath when she settled on Larry's cock and enjoyed the sensation of being filled. She relaxed and let Dale enter her. She felt as if she was on the edge of the world. Just the act of penetration had been incredible.

She started rocking on Larry. His hips thrust into her from below. It took Dale a moment to get into rhythm, but once he did Denise found that she lost in a sea of sensation. She felt Larry's hands on her nipples. He was squeezing them gently and then twisting them just how she liked. She could hardly inhale; the sensations were so strong. An orgasm crashed through her. She screamed out her pleasure.

On her third orgasm, Larry and Dale both came inside her. She stayed there frozen between the two men. Dale pulled out and fell off to the side. Denise stayed in place and looked down at Larry. She stared into his eyes and said, "I love you."

Larry replied, "I love you."

"Thank you," Denise said giving him a kiss.

"Thank you," Larry said kissing her back. He held her close to him and whispered in her ear, "We can do this anytime you want, my love."

"Thank you," Denise said knowing that he was telling her the truth.

Dale stood up and said, "Victoria, come with me. It is time to let the lovers be alone with each other."

"Yes, Dale," Victoria said rising from the chair.



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Chapter 33


Day 380 Thursday

That morning, Dale had to leave early for the office without his normal before breakfast release. Alone in the house, Denise and Victoria had finished breakfast and were drinking coffee. Denise said, "I wish Dale had not gone to work so early. I'm a little horny this morning."

"How can you say that?" Victoria asked.

"I am feeling horny. That's how I can say it," Denise answered.

"I don't understand. You really enjoy sex with Dale," Victoria said.

"I think it would be more accurate to say that I enjoy sex," Denise said.

Victoria was quiet for a moment and then asked, "What is so enjoyable about it?"

Denise smiled as she considered the answer. She said, "One day I discovered something amazing. Do you know what it was?"

"No, that's why I'm asking," Victoria said.

Denise asked, "When Dale presents his cock to you, is he jamming it into your mouth or are you taking it into your mouth?"

"I guess I'm taking it into my mouth," Victoria answered uncertainly. She always felt that he was invading her.

"That's right. You are taking it into your mouth," Denise said. She smiled and asked, "Once his cock is in your mouth, does he grab your head and force his cock down your throat?"

"No."

Denise asked, "Who does that put into control of the situation?"

"Him?" Victoria answered feeling that he was the one making the demands on her and that put him in control.

Denise shook her head and said, "You. It puts you in control of what happens. You have the power to decide when it starts. You have the power to decide if the blowjob will be good or bad."

"Really?" Victoria asked.

"Yes, really," Denise answered. Shaking her head, she added, "Every time you've had sex with him, he's told you to perform some act and you do it. That's the key thing, you do it."

"It is coerced," Victoria said, "I'm not doing it of my own free will. That's a kind of rape."

"Is that right? He tells you that if you want to redefine yourself, you'll do it because you said that you would do it as payment for his help. That's coercion of the worst kind, I guess."

Victoria stared at Denise thinking that she didn't understand. His treatment of her was humiliating. She shook her head and said, "You've forgotten what it was like."

"No I haven't. I remember feeling sick to my stomach after every sex act with him. I used to think that he was the villain in all of this and that he was taking advantage of my desperation to be thin. I used to think that he was getting all of the rewards and I was getting fucked, both figuratively and literally," Denise said.

"You were right to feel that way," Victoria said.

"No. He delivered everything I was asking for. I was losing weight. He delivered more than what I requested. I physically felt better than ever and it was relatively painless. He taught me how to play golf. He taught me how to enjoy food and how to eat a meal without feeling guilty," Denise said.

"Well, that might be true," Victoria said.

"It is true," Denise said. She looked at the younger woman for a few seconds. Shaking her head, she said, "In return, I was delivering sex that was less pleasant than masturbating. I insulted him by calling him a pervert every chance I got. I was sullen and nasty. I was just like you."

"That's not fair. I clean the house and cook meals. Not only am I his sex slave, I'm also his house servant," Victoria said.

"No. He's teaching you culinary arts. You've learned to cook some pretty good meals and he's been in the kitchen nearly as much as you. He works around the house just as hard as you do," Denise said pointing out some facts that were easy to overlook.

"It sure feels like I'm his sex slave and house servant," Victoria said.

Denise nodded and said, "That's because you're self-involved. You only see your part in the grand picture. You don't notice or care what others are doing around you."

"That's not true," Victoria said getting upset.

Denise laughed at Victoria's reaction and said, "It is very true. I know it is true because I was just like you."

"I hate the sex," Victoria said.

"So does Dale," Denise countered.

"Why?"

Denise said, "You've never tried to make it good. All this time, you've been doing it just to get it done. You've never taken control of the act. You've never tried to see what you could do to make Dale come so hard that he couldn't see straight."

"Why would I want to do that?" Victoria said.

Denise answered, "To see if you can."

"Oh."

Denise shook her head and said, "You aren't giving a blowjob; you are performing a blowjob. Dale isn't receiving a blowjob; Dale is having a blowjob performed on him. Neither of you is getting a good deal out of it. When you give one and he gets one from you, you're going to be amazed at how good it is."

"He's coming so it can't be all that bad," Victoria said.

"It is mediocre at best," Denise said.

"Oh," Victoria said thinking about it. She took a sip of her coffee and was silent while she thought about what Denise had said. From Denise's description, she was the villain in this situation. Considering that she felt like the victim, it was hard to see it any other way.

Denise sipped her coffee and watched Victoria. Different expressions flitted across the woman's face as she thought about things. Most of the expressions were pretty negative. Denise knew that she was thinking about how degrading everything was to her.

After a long five minutes, Victoria asked, "How do I give a blowjob?"

Denise answered, "Before you start to give one, you have to become friends with his cock. Look at it and appreciate it."

"Look at it and appreciate it," Victoria said skeptically. It was kind of hard to do when it was invading her mouth. She stopped the thought and said, "I'm in control."

It sounded more like a question than a statement to Denise. She said, "You are in control."

"I'm going to have to think about that," Victoria said. It felt contrary to her experiences to think that she was actually the one in control of anything. She was absolutely convinced that Dale manipulated her and used her for his own purposes. She was a helpless victim in the whole mess.

That evening, Denise arrived home from work a little later than usual. One of the technical writers was having a problem and Denise had to spend a little extra time with him to get it fixed. Her good mood of the morning had pretty much disappeared. She stepped into the house and stripped. She heard Dale say, "I'd like a blowjob."

Wondering if he was talking to her, Denise went in the living room and found Dale standing there with his cock hanging out of his pants. Victoria was on her knees in front of him with a towel over her head. Thinking it was going to be horrible to watch, Denise started to turn away. She noticed that Victoria hadn't started sucking the cock and turned back to watch.

Victoria said, "No."

Dale nodded his head and said, "Okay."

Denise said, "I'll do it."

"No, that's okay. I'll take care of it myself. Would you mind getting me some lotion?" Dale replied.

Denise realized that Victoria was exploring how much control she had over the situation. She hadn't refused to do anything since the shunning. She nodded her head and went off in search of some lotion. When she returned, Dale had stripped and taken a comfortable seat on the couch. Victoria was seated across the room from him watching him with a worried expression on her face.

Dale accepted the lotion from Denise and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Denise said taking a seat near him to watch.

Dale poured some lotion in his hand. Looking at Victoria, he said, "I do enjoy masturbating sometimes, particularly when I can take my time doing it."

"This is going to be good," Denise said watching as he slowly started working over his cock. She was watching to see if he did anything that was particularly pleasurable that she didn't do when giving him a handjob.

Rubbing his cock in long slow strokes, Dale said, "It isn't just about the orgasm. It is also about reaching it. The long slow buildup of tension is just as enjoyable as the final eruption. Coming completes the act."

"Oh," Victoria said watching him. She couldn't believe what a production he was making of masturbating.

Dale continued to stroke his cock. He leaned his head back and said, "The only problem with masturbation is that it is hard to keep from coming too quickly."

Denise looked over at Victoria and said, "That's true. You find that as you get closer to coming, the less you are willing to stop. There's hardly any buildup at all."

Victoria nodded her head, but she had no clue what they meant. The few times she had reached orgasm had all been by her hand. She didn't have any criteria by which to judge the relative merits of delayed gratification. She said, "Okay."

Denise sat back in her chair and started rubbing herself. When Victoria looked at her, Denise said, "It looks like fun and I could use a simple orgasm after the day I had."

Head turning to look at one and then the other, Victoria couldn't believe that Dale and Denise were just sitting there masturbating. Although Dale had told her to masturbate several times, she hadn't ever come. Masturbation was supposed to be a private shameful act that a person engaged in when there was no other choice.

The most surprising thing was that Dale and Denise were watching each other masturbate. Although it was an individual activity, the way they were acting was as if it was a shared activity. The excitement being felt by one was conveyed to the other. Victoria could see the blush spreading across Denise's chest that advertised her excitement. She could see Dale's balls tighten against his body and his buttocks clench.

As they approached their respective orgasms, their faces scrunched up as if in pain. Denise was the first of the pair to come. She stiffened and let loose with a little squeaky scream. Her whole body seemed to shiver and shake as the orgasm tore through her. Victoria stared at her in wonder.

When Dale started making noises, she turned to watch him. His come shot out and spilled across his stomach and hand. He continued to stroke his cock a little bit as a couple more squirts were ejected. He relaxed. In a soft voice, he said, "That was pleasant."

"Yes, it was," Denise said.

While the two recovered, Victoria went and got some hot damp wash cloths. There were already towels in the living room. She returned and handed a wash cloth to each one of them. Dale said, "Thank you, Victoria. That was thoughtful of you."

"Yes, thank you, Victoria," Denise said. She had a lot less mess to clean up than Dale.

Dale looked over at Victoria and said, "A good lover knows that it isn't the ending that is important when making love. It is the whole experience from beginning to end."

Nodding her head, Denise said, "It is important to set the mood and enjoy the foreplay before you start that final dash to completion."

"Women are luckier than men. They can have ten orgasms for every one of ours," Dale said with a smile.

"That's true," Denise said with a confirming nod of her head.

Victoria said, "The male orgasm must be better than a woman's."

"Why do you say that?" Dale asked surprised by the comment.

"Well, men are always thinking about it," Victoria said.

Dale laughed and said, "Men are just more honest about wanting to experience it. We have less to lose as a result of sex."

"Less to lose?" Victoria asked.

"We don't get pregnant," Dale said.

"I'm on the pill," Victoria said as if that leveled the playing field.

"That doesn't change what society has drilled into women over the past two thousand years," Dale said. He looked at her and said, "That's part of the threat that hangs over women when it comes to releasing their sexual desires. It is a rare woman that can overcome that legacy."

"You're saying that women don't enjoy sex because of society?" Victoria said.

Denise shook her head and said, "Women do enjoy sex. It is just that many women are afraid to enjoy it too much because there is a price that we have to pay for it. Men would be a lot less interested in casual sex if they got pregnant and knew that they would have to take care of a child for the next twenty years. Women know that. Their body reminds them of that fact every month."

"That's true," Victoria said with a frown.

Denise stood and said, "I'll make dinner."

"No, I'll do it. You two rest," Victoria said turning to leave the room.

Denise watched the younger woman head off to the kitchen. She looked over at Dale and asked, "Is she close to a break through?"

"Very close," Dale answered. He said, "It will be any day now."

Denise nodded her head and said, "I've had two discussions with her today about sex where it wasn't just about her being a victim of your rampant carnal desires."

"Interesting," Dale said. He sat back in his chair and thought about it for a moment. He said, "After dinner, are you up for a good rousing fuck?"

"Sure," Denise answered. Puzzled, she asked, "Why?"

"I think that the next few times with Victoria should be blowjobs," Dale answered.

"Ah," Denise said.

Later than night, Denise was finishing her exercise program with ten minutes on the stationary bicycle. Despite jogging, her legs still got tired on the bike. It used a different set of muscles in her legs than jogging. She looked down at her legs thinking that the combination of jogging and bicycling gave better definition to them. The bicycle also seemed to work wonders on her ass, but she didn't know why.

When her time was up, she slowed down to a less stressful pace to cool off. Her mind drifted off to the upcoming weekend. She was going to go golfing with Dale on Saturday. She was looking forward to spending a little time outdoors walking around the golf course. It was a bit more exercise than she had thought it would be, but she had come to appreciate the sport.

She was about to ask Dale a question about which course they would visit that weekend when she noticed that Victoria was about to give Dale a blowjob. She was on her knees with his cock in her hand. Not really wanting to watch another lackluster session, Denise turned back to the bike and finished her cool down phase.

When Denise stepped off the bike a few minutes later, she spotted Victoria working over Dale's cock. It was obvious that Victoria wasn't giving Dale her normal blowjob. Denise could see that the young woman was moving with measured and thought-out actions. She was testing his cock to see how it responded to different sensations. She had never licked it by running her tongue along the bottom of the shaft until now.

Dale looked down at Victoria with a satisfied smile. He took a deep breath and relaxed so that he could enjoy it. Looking at Victoria, Denise realized that she wasn't a fat woman anymore. She was in the process of becoming a new woman. Confirming her thought, Dale reached down and removed the towel that was covering Victoria's head.

Victoria looked up at Dale with wide eyes. She knew that he hadn't come yet, but he had taken off the towel. Smiling down at her, he ran a hand tenderly across her cheek. Watching his face for a reaction, she ran her tongue along the sensitive part of his cock. The effect on him was almost immediate. He tilted his head back, his mouth opened, and his eyes closed. A shiver went through his body.

Denise watched knowing what Victoria was feeling for the first time since starting the program. She smiled at the reminder of her first time. Victoria had just discovered the secret of being a sexual woman. She had just watched how quickly men gave control over to women when it came to sex.

Victoria eased off his cock still watching his face. The expression it held was one of frustration. She slipped his cock back into her mouth and watched as he eased back to enjoy the sensations she was providing.

Denise watched as Victoria experimented with Dale's cock. She could see that moment of enlightenment when Victoria realized that she wasn't just playing with a cock, but she was playing with an entire person. When Victoria ran a finger over his asshole, his legs quivered. She cupped his balls and his back straightened in sudden tension. Denise watched the action wanting to applaud Victoria's performance.

When Dale finally came, Victoria let his come shoot out and cover her chest. Surprised that she hadn't swallowed, Dale looked down and saw that she was rubbing his come over her chest. She lifted a breast and licked a little come from it. Looking up at him, she said, "That was nice."

Dale looked down at her and said, "You are no longer a fat woman."

"Thank you," Victoria said wondering what had changed for him to say that.

Denise watched knowing that she had been fortunate to witness the moment of transformation. Susan hadn't been around to see it when she had finally made her sexual breakthrough. Of course, she knew that her case had been a lot different.

Observing that Victoria was wearing his come without the kind of shame she had demonstrated in the past, Dale knew that she had truly crossed the line between fat woman and sexy woman. Smiling, he said, "We'll help you move upstairs."

Victoria frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Only fat women sleep in the basement," Dale answered. He bent down and helped her up from her kneeling position.

Denise said, "I'll carry a load of clothes."

"Thank you," Victoria said still confused at the sudden assertion that she was no longer a fat woman. She looked down at her body knowing that her weight hadn't changed in the past ten minutes.

"What is your schedule tomorrow?" Dale asked.

Victoria answered, "I have a class at ten and another one at two."

"Good. I'll swing by the college around eleven thirty and pick you up. We'll go out to lunch tomorrow," Dale said.

"Sure," Victoria answered.

Denise went to the closet and grabbed a handful of clothes. She carried them up to the bedroom next to hers. The room was ready for Victoria to move into it. The bed was made, a computer was on the desk, and it had been dusted recently. She hung the clothes barely making a dent in the nearly empty closet.

Denise stared at the handful of clothes hanging there. She knew that the closet would fill with clothes and that most of them wouldn't fit Victoria. The young woman was dropping weight at a good pace. She wondered if it was a little too fast and thought about how her skin had gotten loose and flabby at times. She made a mental note to check.

Returning to the basement, she met Dale and Victoria climbing the steps. Dale moved with his normal confident manner, but Victoria followed along as if in a daze. Victoria clung to an armful of clothes as if seeking comfort from them. Denise let them pass and went down to the basement to see if there was anymore of Victoria's clothes hanging in the closet. It was already bare.

Denise took a few minutes to straighten up the basement. She tossed the dirty towels in the basement and looked around the room. The floor could use a good cleaning. The exercise equipment could use a quick pass with a clean cloth. She was pleased to see that Victoria's area of the basement was clean.

Denise stopped at the bathroom door and looked in the room. She knew that Victoria still had some stuff in her bathroom, but she left it there for Victoria. She stood at the bathroom thinking that moving clothes was one thing, but moving the bathroom drove home the point that the move was permanent. She wasn't going to deny Victoria the chance to experience that little thrill.

With nothing left to do in the basement, Denise went up to her bedroom. She went to her computer diary and entered a description of what had happened that evening. She found it a whole lot easier to write about Victoria than about what had happened to her that day. She sat back and stared at the computer screen for a moment wondering if it would be easier to write fiction than fact.

She opened up the word processor and typed:

The liver-spotted hand trembled as the old priest reached for the door knob. On grabbing it, the old man turned to his companion and said, "Heaven is above and Hell is below. That puts Purgatory right about here."

The young man asked, "Where?"

"In this Victorian house," the priest answered opening the door. The young man noticed that the old man's hand no longer trembled.

A knock on the door distracted Denise from her writing. She turned around and called out, "Come in."

Victoria hesitantly opened the door and asked, "Am I disturbing you?"

Denise glanced at the screen and then said, "No. I was just trying a little experiment."

"Oh," Victoria said, "I can come back later."

"That's okay. What do you want?" Denise asked.

Victoria bit her lower lip and said, "I'm a little confused about what happened earlier."

Denise got up from her chair and sat down on the bed. Patting a spot next to her, she said, "Have a seat."

Victoria sat next to Denise and said, "Why did he declare that I was no longer a fat woman?"

"Being a fat woman isn't about what is here," Denise said patting Victoria on the stomach. She smiled and tapped the woman on the temple while she said, "It is about what is in here."

"I'm still not sure what you mean," Victoria said in obvious confusion.

Denise said, "Tonight, you broke out of the mindset of a fat woman. For a moment of time, you stopped seeing the world from a perspective tainted by your weight. You lived in the moment and experienced a communion with another."

"How did he know that?" Victoria answered.

"It was so obvious that even I could see it from across the basement. I could tell the moment when you realized that you weren't playing with a cock, but pleasuring Dale. Your world view expanded beyond your nose and enveloped enough of the world to include Dale," Denise said.

"Oh," Victoria said. It had started as an experiment to see if Denise had been right about her being in control. Surprised by what she had witnessed, she suddenly understood what Denise had been saying. She could see that she had control and that it was up to her to decide how the experience would be for Dale. She had decided to give him pleasure.

"Yes. Fat women can't do that," Denise said. She smiled and said, "I must admit that I felt a little awed to watch you expand your horizons like that."

"Awed?"

Denise smiled and kissed Victoria gently on the lips. She said, "You are no longer a fat woman. You don't have to worry about your weight; it will take care of itself just like it has been for the past five months. Embrace yourself and explore your sexuality."

"My sexuality?" Victoria asked although the question was more to herself than for Denise to answer.

"Tomorrow, you'll start experiencing life like you've never experienced it before," Denise said.

"Like what?"

"Orgasms."

"Orgasms?"

Denise said, "That's right. A whole new world opened up for you tonight."



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Chapter 34


Day 470 Wednesday

Denise entered the luxurious house and looked around at the furnishings. Where Dale enjoyed a sedate demonstration of wealth, Michelle preferred décor that announced her financial success without leaving any doubt in a visitor's mind. The antique Chinese lacquer furniture, silk screens, and oriental paintings shouted money. Denise shook her head wondering what the rest of the house looked like.

Larry, completely naked, hugged her and said, "I don't know what she wants to discuss with you. She wouldn't tell me."

"I've got an idea," Denise said. Karen had warned her that Michelle liked to have a long heart to heart with the women dating any of her men.

"Want to tell me?" Larry asked.

"She wants to give me some advice on the care and feeding of Larry," Denise said.

"Ah," Larry said looking a little embarrassed. He gestured to the living room and said, "She's in there with Terry."

Denise entered the room with Larry by her side. Michelle was sprawled across a chair with her skirt hiked up around her waist and her legs spread wide. She was holding Terry's head between her legs while he pleasured her with his tongue. She arched her back and screamed out her orgasm.

Denise watched having seen Michelle doing that just about every previous visit to the house. It seemed to her that Michelle had sex every hour on the hour except when she was selling real estate. She wondered if Michelle didn't engage in a little hanky-panky while selling real estate. The house suggested that she was very successful at it.

Interrupting her thoughts, Larry ran a hand along her back and said, "It'll be a while before she's done."

"I know," Denise said watching Terry rise up from his knees. He entered Michelle and started humping. After watching him for a few seconds, she said, "It is easy to see that Terry has only been here a couple of weeks."

The young man was thrusting into Michelle like there was no tomorrow. At that rate, he'd tire himself out in ten minutes. Odds were pretty good that he wouldn't last that long and would ejaculate after two minutes. Larry said, "I know. He'll be done soon."

Seeing him tighten his buttocks, Denise said, "He's coming."

"Yeah," Larry said.

Denise looked down at Larry's cock and noticed that it wasn't the least bit erect. She looked back at Michelle in time to see that Terry was pulling out of her. Michelle grabbed him by the hair on his head and said, "Don't leave until you've cleaned me up down there."

Larry said, "This might take some time. He doesn't like to do that."

"Oh," Denise said. She looked over at him and realized that was where he had gotten the habit of cleaning her after sex. She had to admit that it was nice after a quickie to not walk around with come dribbling from her pussy.

Making sure that Terry wasn't escaping, Michelle said, "You made the mess, you clean it up."

"Yes, ma'am," Terry said sullenly. He enjoyed the sex, but hated what came after it.

Michelle looked over at Denise and said, "I see you're here. Terry will be done in a minute and then we'll talk."

"Sure," Denise said.

Michelle looked over at Larry and said, "Lawrence, you can leave us. I'll let you know when I need you."

"Yes, ma'am," Larry said. He turned to Denise and hugged her. He whispered in her ear, "I'll see you when you've finished talking to Michelle."

"Okay," Denise answered. She kissed him enjoying the feel of his lips against hers. It was a little strange to be the one dressed while he was naked.

After Larry slipped out of the room, Denise found a chair and watched the action on the other end of the room. Terry was finally getting around to cleaning Michelle. The woman was shaking her head. When he finished, she dismissed him, "Leave. Let the others know that I don't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, ma'am," Terry said getting off his knees.

She looked at him and said, "You're going to have to do better than that in the future. You might not think of it this way, but it really is a courtesy that you're showing a woman. She doesn't have to walk around dripping your come afterwards."

"Yes, ma'am," Terry said sullenly.

"You need to show a little more enthusiasm," Michelle said.

"I don't like the taste," Terry said.

"Start drinking pineapple juice. That will make it taste better," Michelle said looking at him with a smile. She knew that he didn't mean it that way.

"Yes, ma'am," Terry said shaking his head.

Denise watched the exchange wondering how Michelle managed to keep the men around when she insisted they do something that most men would refuse. Terry left the room moving woodenly. Raising an eyebrow, Denise asked, "Why does he stay?"

"He gets more pussy in a week than he got in the first twenty-six years of his life. That's why he stays," Michelle said adjusting her skirt so that she was covered.

"Okay," Denise said.

Michelle sighed and said, "At his stage of development, he's still counting how many times he's gotten laid. One day he'll wake up and start counting how many times he's made love. That's the day I'm waiting for."

"That shouldn't take long," Denise said.

Michelle laughed and said, "It can take almost a year for some of them. In many ways, this is a sick society. I fuck him three times a day and he's still counting. I'm fucking three men three times a day and I'm not counting. I'm lucky if I get satisfied once a day until one of the men is about to leave."

Denise said, "Oh."

"I'm going to miss Lawrence when he leaves. He's been one of the easier men to train," Michelle said with a sigh.

"I'm quite pleased with the job you've done," Denise said with a smile.

Michelle studied Denise for a moment and then said, "I would be very disappointed if you ruin all of my hard work."

"How might I ruin your good work?" Denise asked surprised by the statement.

"You could become the kind of wife who uses sex to control her husband," Michelle answered watching Denise carefully.

"What do you mean?"

Michelle sat up and crossed her legs. She said, "Don't withhold sex as a weapon to get him to take out the trash. Keep it as a shared pleasurable experience rather than a political weapon. I despise women who use sex as a means of controlling their husbands. Believe me, I have slept with more than my share of men who are married to women that do that. They are lousy in bed and try to get off as quick as possible."

"Oh," Denise said. She frowned and asked, "Why would I want to withhold sex from him?"

"I don't know why women do that," Michelle aid, "If I ever learn that you are doing that, I'll have Larry between my legs before you can say his name."

Denise frowned and asked, "Won't you be inviting him over occasionally anyway?"

Michelle laughed at the question and said, "You're not following me. I'm threatening you."

"Oh," Denise said turning red when she realized that Michelle was telling her that she'd steal Larry away from her. She said, "I guess I'm having a blond moment.

Relaxing a little, Michelle said, "To tell the truth, I like how the women who go through Dale's program turn out. They enjoy sex too much to use it as a weapon. They'd get just as frustrated as the man."

"You can say that again," Denise said.

Michelle said, "I've met most of the women who've gone through his program. I like all of them. They have learned how to trust and how to be trustworthy."

"I have to agree with you. I like all of the women that I've met who have gone through the program," Denise said.

Michelle said, "I've had some of my men marry women who've never been through the program and after a year, they've come to me looking miserable as hell. None of the men who marry one of women taught by Dale ever complain. Regardless of Dale's track record with the program, I still make the threat."

"Dale's never mentioned any of the women having marriage problems," Denise said with a frown.

"That's because he marries them off to my men. I have more men go through my program than he has women who go through his program," Michelle said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Why is that?" Denise asked.

"Even though his sex drive is as high as mine, women can handle a lot more sex during a day than a man. Most men are only good for two or three times a day. I keep three or four men worn out with ease. He's barely taxing the two women he's keeping," Michelle said. She also knew that her brother was just taking the edge off of his sex drive. She knew of a case where he'd gone through eleven women in one day, some of them more than twice.

"Oh," Denise said. She felt that he had been keeping her fairly busy.

Michelle said, "I'm serious when I say that I'll be very pissed if you ruin my work. I care a lot for these men. They are good guys and really want to please the woman in their life. Don't abuse that desire on their part. You'll find that in the long run, you'll get more from them by being nice."

"I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of Larry," Denise said feeling slightly offended by the suggestion.

"I believe you," Michelle said. She stood up and paced around the room. Stopping in front of Denise, she looked down at the woman and said, "One day you'll have kids and life will get complicated. Just remember to keep him as important as the kids. Too many women place the wants of their children above the needs of their husbands. Their husbands become second class citizens in their own home."

"I haven't thought about that," Denise said. She knew that she had always been more important than her father when she was growing up.

Michelle said, "Most women don't even realize they are turning their husbands into second class citizens. The husband wants to take her to a nice place for dinner and she refuses because she doesn't want to leave the kids with a baby sitter. She watches over the kids twenty-four hours a day and leaves her husband to fend for himself.

"A lot of mothers insist on an open door policy on the bedroom for their children. That makes it impossible for her to have any afternoon quickies with the husband. Their sex life dies and the husband suffers. A happy husband needs sex twice a day, at least.

"It angers me. I see nothing wrong with children knowing that adults need private time with each other. I know that few couples will raise their children in the wide open sexual environment in which I was raised. Still, there's no reason for them not to see their father fondle their mother on occasion. There isn't anything wrong with them knowing that mom and dad love each other."

Denise could see that Michelle was getting slightly angry talking about it. She said, "I hope that you'll knock me upside the head if I start to do something like that."

Getting control over her emotions, Michelle made her way back to her chair. She sat down and said, "The men I take in my program have been treated horribly by women. Throughout high school, most of them couldn't even talk to girls. When they did, they were usually ridiculed. I'm sure that as a former fat woman you are very familiar with how cruel kids can be to someone who is a little different."

"I know," Denise said looking away for a second.

Michelle said, "It is a shame that puberty was so rough on them because they are really very nice guys. They like women despite how poorly they've been treated in the past. They are honest and open once you get them to a point where they can talk. Their social skills are pretty bad, but they've never really had a chance to develop them.

"They are nerds. Show them a new gadget and they forget about everything else. They're like little boys in a way. It just doesn't make them very good socially with the sports types and the female half of the world. I find their behavior amusing and endearing.

"To tell the truth, once I got started with the nerds, I've never wanted other kinds of men. Jocks are too rough and self impressed. Don Juans are too slimy and are mostly all talk. If there is anyone who can claim to know men, it is me. I've had over five hundred of them."

Denise couldn't help but look surprised. Michelle said, "Don't look so surprised. I had a hundred different men before getting out of high school. I'm a descendant of Satyrs and Wood Nymphs."

"Oh," Denise said wondering what it would be like to go through life with that kind of sex drive.

Michelle said, "Nerds are different from all kinds of other men. They have good sex drives and active imaginations. A good imagination can provide a lot of fun in bed. Most importantly, they will try anything you ask. They really do want to please.

"The only problem is they start the program so damned horny that it is amazing that they even functioned in other areas of their lives. They get so excited that they don't last long. It takes me a month to get some of them to last more than a minute. They have so much to give."

Michelle shifted around in her seat remembering some of the attempts at copulating with a few of the more excitable ones. She said, "I train them to please. I explain the female body to them, but I spend more time on the emotional needs of women. I teach them about how women need security. I talk to them about how we need tenderness. I tell them that are times when women just need an understanding ear on occasion without having their problems solved.

"Believe it or not, they listen and learn. Sometimes, I see one of them doing the right thing with his girlfriend and I'm so proud. You'll find that my men are perfect husbands."

"I've already noticed that about Larry," Denise said with a smile. She said, "I know that there are times when he's lost, but he tries very hard to deal with my emotions. Somehow, he always manages to say the right thing."

"I nearly hurt myself that day when he told you not to lose too much weight. I was laughing so hard that I thought I'd die. He had no idea what he said," Michelle said with a smile.

"I'm never going to do anything to hurt him," Denise said.

Michelle nodded her head and said, "I believe that you mean that now, but life gets complicated."

"What do you want me to say?" Denise asked wondering why Michelle was being so insistent that she'd treat Larry poorly in the future.

Michelle studied Denise for a minute and then said, "I want you to promise me that you'll do three things."

"What?"

"First, that you'll come over here once a year on the anniversary of his leaving the program," Michelle said.

Denise asked, "For what purpose?"

"I plan to take him in the bedroom and enjoy myself. I'll also find out how things are going for him," Michelle answered.

"Okay," Denise said.

"Second, I want you to visit Dale once a year on the anniversary of your leaving the program," Michelle said.

"Okay," Denise said. She knew that Dale was visited by past program women. Usually it was at lunch time and their visits took place at a hotel near the business. Dale didn't even try to hide it.

"Third, I want you to tell me if you ever see one of my men being mistreated by the woman in his life," Michelle said.

"That will be easy," Denise said.

Michelle nodded her head. She looked away for a second and said, "I'm not going to make you promise this, but I hope you never become a jealous wife."

"It is kind of hard to be jealous when I know that he's sleeping with you and Stefanie while I'm sleeping with Dale and Victoria," Denise said.

"How will you feel if he has sex with Susan, Karen, Candy, or Victoria? How will you feel about that?" Michelle asked.

"I don't know," Denise answered faltering a little.

Michelle asked, "What will you do if you start to desire Chuck, Bill, or Albert?"

"I have Larry," Denise answered.

"You'll have Larry for the rest of your life if you are smart. You'll find that as a sexually active woman that you may want other men. What will you do then?" Michelle asked.

"I would talk to Larry about it," Denise answered.

Michelle nodded her head and said, "One day you'll find that you're attracted to some man that Larry absolutely hates. Use your head and put Larry before your wants."

"I will," Denise said.

Michelle said, "I believe you."

"Thank you," Denise said.

Michelle asked, "Tell me about your dreams for your marriage."

"I guess my dreams are all a package deal. When I started the program, I dreamt of a loving husband, a nice house, and kids. After going through the program, I've filled in some of the details on that dream. Dale's little speech about growing into being one person with Larry really resonated with me. I like the idea of that. I love the idea of a home where we can retreat to each other's arms. The kids are part and parcel of our love. We will work together to raise them to be healthy and happy," Denise said.

"That's a nice dream," Michelle said. She looked away for a second and said, "Don't ever forget it."

"I won't forget it," Denise said.

"Sometimes dreams like that slip away without people realizing it," Michelle said.

"I'll do my best," Denise said.

"Good."

Denise studied Michelle for a moment and then asked, "Why are you so concerned about what happens with Larry and me?"

Michelle looked embarrassed for a moment. She said, "I try not to fall in love with the men that go through the program under me. I'm successful; but not entirely. I love them all and worry about them."

"Oh," Denise said.

Michelle said, "You can't have great sex without intimacy. You can't have intimacy without feeling love."

"I understand," Denise said knowing that Michelle had told a great truth.

Michelle smiled at Denise and said, "You love Dale."

Denise thought about it for a second. She had denied it for a long time, but she knew the truth. She said, "You're right."

"I know," Michelle said.

"I guess it is different for men," Denise said looking away.

"Who says?" Michelle asked. She gave Denise a sad little smile and said, "My men love me."

"You are lucky," Denise said wondering if Dale had feelings for her.

As if reading her mind, Michelle said, "He loves you."

"I don't know about that," Denise said.

Michelle said, "A man doesn't watch over a woman like the program requires without caring for her."

Denise was about to answer when a woman breezed into the room. The woman walked up to Michelle and said, "I need to borrow one of your men for a bit. I'm horny and George is worn out."

"Borrow?" Michelle asked raising an eyebrow.

Denise looked at the woman knowing she was Stefanie. The woman was drop dead gorgeous and radiated sexuality like a thousand watt light bulb. Even though she was dressed, it was obvious that she had a perfect body. She could imagine the kind of comments that men might make upon seeing her. She murmured, "A perfect body for fucking."

Stefanie turned to look at Denise and said, "Sorry, I didn't even see you there."

"That's okay," Denise said. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm Denise, Larry's fiancée."

"Our Larry?" Stefanie asked looking over at Michelle.

Michelle frowned and replied, "Her Larry."

"If she's in here talking to you, that must mean he's free," Stefanie said brightly.

Denise said, "He's free at the moment."

"Great. I'll bring him back when I'm done," Stefanie said rushing out of the room.

"She's got no tact when she's horny," Michelle said rising from her chair. She said, "I'll go get her and tell her to leave him alone."

"Don't. I know that he's been with her and will be with her again," Denise said shaking her head. She couldn't believe that she had just agreed to allow that woman to have sex with Larry.

Michelle nodded her head and said, "That's very pragmatic of you."

"I've watched him have sex with you," Denise said looking at Michelle.

"That's true," Michelle said returning to her seat.

Stefanie stuck her head back in the room and said, "I forgot. Would you like to join us? Unlike the ice queen there, I like women too."

"Ice Queen?"

Stefanie answered, "You should see her when you just try to get a little friendly with her. She turns into this frigid ice bitch."

"Oh," Denise said glancing over at Michelle. The woman was not smiling.

"So how about it?" Stefanie asked. There was a predatory look on her face as she examined Denise.

"I'm talking with Michelle," Denise said.

"Well, come join us when you're done. She's got him trained well. He'll last twenty or thirty minutes," Stefanie said.

"I know," Denise said wishing Stefanie would leave the room. She got her wish almost before she had finished answering.

Growling, Michelle said, "I can't believe that I'm doing this for my brother. He's going to owe me big time."

"I'm not sure that I like her," Denise said with a frown.

Michelle laughed and said, "She's not that bad when she isn't horny, but she's horny all of the time."

"She's horny all of the time? Why does that sound familiar?" Denise asked looking at Michelle with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, I'm just as bad. You have to admit that it is not a good idea to have two horny women living in the same house. There just aren't enough men around for both of us. We could use another dozen men," Michelle answered.

"Are you sure that a dozen more men would be enough?" Denise asked wryly.

Michelle said, "She's never going to be satisfied sexually until Dale gets a hold of her. He'll fuck her brains out and she'll calm down. I can't wait for that day."

"With his sex drive, I'm pretty sure that Dale could satisfy her," Denise said.

"I imagine that they'll go at it for twelve hours straight when they meet," Michelle said wishing she could find a man who was capable of fucking her senseless.

"You sound jealous," Denise said.

"How much longer do you have in the program?" Michelle asked changing the subject.

"Two weeks," Denise answered.

Michelle said, "Larry has three months. I'll make sure that he's not around her too much."



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Chapter 35


Day 473 Saturday

"You're here," Claire said with feral grin.

"Yes," Denise said looking around the apartment nervously. The room was barely furnished. The furniture that was in the room was plain and utilitarian. She realized that the room was a perfect example of the Modern Minimalist style. She looked carefully at the furniture and realized that it was probably more expensive than anything in Dale's house.

"I was convinced that you'd chicken out," Claire said stepping forward.

"I almost didn't come," Denise said.

Claire walked behind Denise and whispered in her ear, "Oh, you'll come. I promise you that."

Denise had to remind herself to breath. With a nervous quaver in her voice, she said, "What now?"

Denise jumped when Claire ran a finger down her back. Claire said, "We talk."

"Oh, I thought I was supposed to strip," Denise said.

"You're in such a hurry," Claire said in a breathy voice.

The woman's hot breathe across the back of her neck raised goose bumps on Denise's arms. Not for the first time Denise wondered if she was making a mistake. She tried to calm down and said, "I'm not in a hurry. I just thought that was one of the rules of the house."

"That is what we will talk about," Claire said. She gave an evil little laugh and said, "You might not like the rules of the house."

"I'm sure it will be okay," Denise said.

Claire walked over to the only table in the room. Denise watched the woman walk with an exaggerated sexy gait. She licked her lips wondering what she was doing. Her questions were answered when the woman picked up a red silk scarf. Claire turned to her holding up the scarf and said, "Pure silk. It is so smooth that it is hard to hold."

"Nice," Denise said.

Claire walked over to her and ran the silk across her face. It sent tingles up and down her spine. She said, "Hold out your hand."

Denise did as she was told; staring at the silk cloth the entire time. Clair folded the cloth and set it in her hand. She said, "Hold onto this. You'll leave the moment you drop it."

Claire closed her hand into a fist and held onto the cloth. Not sure about the significance of the act, she said, "Okay."

"Dale says he teaches women discipline. I do too," Claire said with an evil little smile. She said, "No matter what happens you have to hold onto that silk scarf. If it hits the floor, then it is goodbye for you. One moment of inattention and all is lost."

Denise bit her lower lip and said, "I'm ready."

"You think you're ready, but you aren't," Claire said. She ran a hand along Denise's side tickling her. In her reaction, Denise nearly dropped the scarf. Claire said, "You're going to have to do better than that."

"You startled me," Denise said.

"Discipline," Claire said smiling at her.

Denise felt like a bird staring into the eyes of a cobra when Claire looked her in the eye. She clenched the scarf and concentrated on holding it. Denise realized that Claire was waiting for her to say something. She said, "I'll do better."

Claire reached over and undid the first button on Denise's blouse. She took her time; looking at Denise in the eye the entire time. She said, "You'll do everything I ask while you are here. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Denise answered. It seemed to her that Claire was taking forever to undo the first button of her blouse despite the fact that there were no fumbling or awkward movements. She realized Claire was intentionally drawing the undressing process out.

"Those are the rules of my house," Claire said starting to work on the second button.

"They seem easy enough," Denise said. She was half tempted to take over undressing, but knew that Claire would tell her to just stand there.

Claire gave an evil little laugh and continued working on the third button. She said, "They seem easy enough. Are you forgetting about the scarf yet?"

Denise realized that she had relaxed her grip on the scarf. She asked, "Would it be cheating if I wrap it around my hand?"

"You can try, but when you are having an orgasm we'll see if you manage to hold onto it," Claire said.

Denise wrapped the scarf around her hand. Claire undid the final button and the blouse hung open. She traced a fingernail down the length of Denise's front causing the woman to gasp. Denise said, "That tickles."

"Oh, I think it does more than tickle. You're nipples just got hard as bullets," Claire said licking her lips. She loved having a responsive woman visit her.

"Uh," Denise said biting her lower lip. She clenched her fist around the silk scarf thinking that it would be so easy to drop.

Claire slowly removed Denise's blouse. Denise felt far more naked standing there than if she were completely nude. Claire ran a finger tracing the outline of her bra. She said, "That's a nice lacey bra. Sexy. I think you dressed for the occasion. Too bad it doesn't hide your excitement."

"I thought you would like it," Denise said swallowing heavily.

Claire reached down and slowly undid the skirt. It dropped to the floor in a puddle at Denise's feet. Smiling Claire said, "Matching panties. My, you did put a little thought into dressing up for me."

Claire traced a finger around the band of the panties with a fingernail. Denise couldn't believe how that simple sensation brought chills to her spine. She knew that she was already wet between the legs. She said, "Yes."

Claire walked around Denise slowly. She said, "Very nice body. It is so responsive to the touch."

"Thank you," Denise said watching the other woman until she disappeared behind her back.

Claire reached out and ran a hand across Denise's back. The pressure was just enough to be felt. She said, "I enjoy women with your kind of build. You're soft to the touch."

Denise started to answer, but Claire stepped in front of her and put a finger to her lips. In a sexy voice that sent shivers down Denise's spine, she said, "Don't say a word. Let me enjoy stripping you naked."

Denise swallowed and tried to watch Claire, but the woman kept circling around her while occasionally reaching out to stroke her with feather light touches. Claire said, "Don't forget the scarf. Drop it and it is all over."

Denise clenched the scarf tighter wondering how she was supposed to concentrate on it while Claire was distracting her like that. She realized that was the whole point. With a quick snap of her fingers, Claire undid Denise's bra. She eased it off the woman's body. It joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Gently supporting the breasts with her hands, Claire said, "You have beautiful breasts. They're nice and soft. I love naturally large breasts. They feel so much better than the harder silicon filled ones."

Despite the fact that the woman hadn't touched her nipples, Denise couldn't believe the sensations she was feeling. Her nipples burned to be touched. Her pussy was flowing. Claire released her breasts and moved behind her again. She felt the woman's hot breath on her neck and wondered if she was going to kiss her. She shivered in anticipation. Claire said, "You smell heavenly. I can smell your excitement and we haven't even begun."

It felt to Denise like they had begun a long time ago. She looked around and then felt her panties being pulled down. Claire walked around her taking delight in the nude body standing before her. She said, "Gorgeous. My brother does good work sculpting women's bodies."

Claire traced a hand down Denise's front; starting at her neck and ending just above her slit. She said, "I like how you trimmed your pussy hair into a nice little patch. I tire of bald baby cunts."

She traced a finger around the small patch of pubic hair. She whispered, "You must have gotten waxed just for me."

For the next half of an hour, Claire walked around Denise making little comments about her body. Standing for a half an hour like that was nothing for Denise. Dale's discussions in the circle lasted a lot longer than that. Despite that, Denise's legs were shaking and she could barely stand still. The soft little brushes against her body had slowly morphed into little shocks of electricity. Claire had to remind her occasionally to hold onto the scarf.

It slowly dawned on Denise that Claire wasn't seducing her body through touch; she was seducing her mind with words. Suggestive little comments backed by touches were eating their way into her. She was responding to the words more than the touches.

Claire took her by her free hand and said, "Come with me."

Denise allowed herself to be led to a bedroom. A bizarre looking table occupied the entire room with the exception of a single chair that was placed next to it. Claire said, "This cost more than a luxury car. It will hold you perfectly immobile. I can adjust your body in any position I want."

Denise's eyes grew large staring at the table. Claire savored the moment watching as Denise started breathing heavier. She held up a bottle of water and said, "Drink this."

"I'll have to go to the bathroom later," Denise said.

Claire smiled and said, "No, you won't. You'll need every drop of water in it over the next few hours."

Denise drank the bottle of water wondering what Claire could possibly do to her that would last for hours. She shivered and then looked at the table. Claire had opened the straps that would bind her into place. It seemed to Denise that there were an awful lot of straps. She finished the bottle of water and said, "I'm ready."

Claire gave a sinister little laugh and said, "You think you are ready. Get up on the table and don't forget to hold onto the silk scarf."

Strapped onto the table, Denise tried to move. The only part of her body that she could move was the hand with the scarf. Claire had even inserted a gag in her mouth. That was bad enough, but the blindfold sent a tsunami of fear coursing through her veins. Claire leaned over and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

After a pregnant pause, Claire said, "Oh, I forgot. You can't answer me. All you have to do to stop this is drop the silk scarf, but you don't want to do that, do you?"

Denise struggled to answer, but it was impossible. Her legs started spreading as the table changed shape under her. She breathed through her nose trying to get enough oxygen to satisfy her bodies need for it. She shivered.

If she had thought that the thirty minutes under Claire's attention in the living room had been exciting, she discovered that it paled in comparison to what was happening to her on the table. Claire played her body like a violin. Feather light touches here and there on her body excited her like nothing she had ever experienced. She never knew where she was going to be touched next. Her nipples, not yet touched by Claire, were so stiff that it was becoming painful. She could feel her juices gather under her ass.

At some point, Denise realized that she trying to hump the air in order to get just enough sensation to come. Her attempt was limited as a result of the straps that held her motionless. She was on the verge of coming when all of the touches stopped. If she had been able to do it, her screams would have filled the room.

Denise was left alone on the table for some period of time that was immeasurable to her. It seemed to her like she was losing her mind. She swore that she was hearing things and feeling phantom touches. She would have jumped if not for the straps when Claire said, "You have a visitor."

Denise tried to figure out what Claire meant. Claire leaned over so that her hair brushed against Denise's chest sending little waves of pleasure through her body. Claire said, "It seems that a certain young man wanted to make sure that you had a ride home. He made the mistake of asking if he could wait for you in my apartment."

Denise knew that Claire was talking about Larry. She wanted to ask what Claire had done to him. She struggled, but to no effect. Claire said, "I'm going to remove your blindfold for a minute so that you can see your poor little boyfriend."

The removal of the blindfold nearly blinded Denise. The lights which weren't all that bright burned into her eyes. It took her a minute to realize what she was seeing. Claire had arranged a mirror so that she could see the Larry's cock. It was swollen and purple. Claire said, "He's a little tied up at the moment and can't move. He doesn't look comfortable."

Denise stared at Larry's cock. She knew that he was about to have the worst case of blue balls of his life. At the moment, she understood exactly how it felt. Claire ran a hand over her thigh and said, "Watch his cock react when I touch you."

The strap around Denise's waist relaxed and gave her limited movement of her hips. It puzzled her until Claire started to brush the bottom of her breasts. She humped her hips trying to get any kind of contact. She watched fascinated as Larry's cock reacted in time to her movements. Claire said, "Isn't that amazing? I touch you and he reacts as if I was touching him."

The world seemed to disappear around Denise it. It shrank to her body and the reflected cock in the mirror above her head. There were periods of time where the touches drove her towards climax, but stopped before she was able to reach it. There were periods of time where she was able to regain a little control of her desires. Her desire to come was quickly reaching a point where she thought she would die if she didn't get relief.

Denise slowly became convinced that she had started hallucinating. Her eyes weren't working correctly. Her body felt as if it was adrift on an ocean. Every nerve in her body was on fire. Even the air blowing across it was almost too much for her to take. Muscles fought the straps that held her down. Claire's voice seemed to echo in her ears. The constant reminders to hold onto the silk scarf were all that kept her grounded in this world.

Time lost all meaning for Denise. She stared up at the swollen cock in the mirror imagining that it was plunging into her. She could actually feel it. Her mind doubted itself and wondered if it was a dildo being applied to her. She couldn't see and had no idea. When Claire finally touched her nipple, she nearly went into convulsions. She was ready to orgasm, but it was still denied her.

The sight of the cock disappeared to be replaced by Claire's smiling face. She said, "I wonder if I should relieve your need or let your boyfriend do it."

By this time, Denise didn't care who gave her the release she desired. The next words sent chills down her spine, "That will have to wait. I've brought a friend in to give me a little release."

Denise couldn't imagine who was in the room. She could hear the sounds of two women moaning, but she couldn't see what they were doing. Her imagination filled in the details. She cursed her imagination and the images the sounds invoked.

She looked at Larry's swollen cock. It was leaking pre-come by the gallon. His cock glistened in the light. He was trying to hump air, but he was just about as well secured as she was. Whatever was happening, it had to be pretty hot.

Claire's voice cut through the mental fog that had settled in Denise's mind. She said, "Poor thing can't see what's going on. Let me adjust the mirror."

The next thing Denise knew, she was staring at a very well shaped breast. A woman's head leaned into view and licked the nipple of the breast. It felt to her like the tongue was licking her breast. It took a full minute for her to realize that it was Candy sucking on the hard nipple. She whimpered. She wanted to cry out that it wasn't fair.

The women stepped back to where she could see their entire bodies. Hands explored nether regions while the women exchanged passionate kisses. She felt the silk scarf in her hand and was tempted to drop it. She wanted this torture to end more than anything with one exception — she wanted it to continue to release. She could hear Larry whimpering. She started to open her hand and then closed it. She had to see it through to the end.

Claire was screaming, "Eat me. That's it, Candy. Eat me."

Denise couldn't help but watch as Candy went to work on Claire. Kneeling between the other woman's legs, Candy licked and slurped. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air. Denise didn't know who she'd rather be at that moment: Candy or Claire. Both women were racing towards and orgasm.

Denise tried to create enough sensation to come, but there was nothing except the straps holding her down and they didn't rub her right. She tried to thrash around, but she was locked in place. She moved her hips obscenely trying to make contact with anything.

A hand settled on her thigh and slowly slid up to her cunt. It stopped just short and stayed there. It seemed like time stopped. Denise wasn't sure what happened, but she wasn't there in the room anymore. She knew that she was about to lose it.

"Time for you to go," Claire said smiling down at her.

Denise stared up at the face in front of her wondering what she meant. She was still holding onto the silk scarf. She felt a collar being put around her neck. Even the added sensation of the collar sent electric bolts through her body. Her right arm was released and then handcuffed behind her back. She couldn't even touch her breasts. The left arm was then released and handcuffed behind her back. Denise wanted to scream.

The straps that held her down were released and she was lifted off the table by Claire and Candy. Claire said, "Easy does it."

Denise nearly fell down, but Claire held her up. She looked over and saw that Candy was helping Larry up. His hands were handcuffed behind his back. He looked like he was ready to fall over any second. If she wasn't in such sad shape herself, she would have laughed at the idea that all of his blood had settled in his cock. Candy escorted Larry out of the room making sure that his cock did not come in contact with anything.

Claire escorted Denise to the door. Once there, she said, "I occupy the whole floor of this apartment building. You and your boyfriend can do anything you want in the hallway and no one will bother you. There's some water for you in the hallway. Have fun and leave the equipment by the door."

Clair pushed Denise through the door and then closed it. Denise stood there with her hands cuffed behind her back. Larry stood there looking at her and then glancing at the doors that lined the hallway. There was a click and the handcuffs fell away.

It would be hard to say who initiated sex. They tore at each other in their frantic need to achieve completion. Denise tried to climb atop Larry while he tried to mount her. Somehow in all of the confusion, cock entered pussy. The sounds they made were more like that of cats fighting than a couple making love. In fact, they weren't making love; they were rutting.

Their coupling was not elegant or long lasting. To say that their orgasms were satisfying would be a lot like saying that a nuclear explosion was a nice little bang. The sounds they made when they came weren't human. Larry ended up with scratch marks up and down his back. Denise had bruises where he had grabbed her. Neither felt the pain of the moment; each was focused entirely on the release of his or her tensions.

It took time for their sanity to return. Breathing hard, Denise said, "That was intense."

"That was incredible," Larry said barely able to talk.

"Do you want to go through that again?" Denise asked noticing that she still held onto the silk scarf.

"Which part? Just now or the century before that?" Larry asked looking at her.

Denise said, "The last century."

"No."

"Same here," Denise said. She wondered how they had ended up with their arms and legs entangled. She could feel his cock inside her spasm and a shiver ran through her body.

"Good," Larry said blinking his eyes.

"You're bleeding," Denise said.

"Where?" Larry asked.

"Your shoulder. I think I bit it," Denise said.

"That's okay," Larry said. He looked around and said, "We're naked in the hallway of the apartment complex. We're going to get arrested."

"No. This whole floor is Claire's," Denise said.

The effort of sitting up was too much and Larry fell onto his back. Staring at the ceiling, he said, "I came here to drive you home because Michelle said you wouldn't be in shape to drive."

"I'm not."

"Neither am I," Larry said. He felt his cock slip out of Denise and groaned.

"Claire said there was water here," Denise said. She didn't have the energy to look around.

Larry looked around. There were four bottles of water next to their clothes on the floor next to Denise. He said, "On the floor next to you."

Denise rolled over and grabbed two bottles. She handed one to Larry and opened the other. After a long drink, she sighed and said, "That's better."

"Yes, it is," Larry said after taking a long drink from his bottle.

"What now?" Denise asked.

"A nap?" Larry asked.

"Sounds like a good idea," Denise said closing her eyes.

"Wow, that was so hot," Candy said looking down at the couple.

Denise opened her eyes and said, "Where did you come from?"

"I went out the door over there," Candy said pointing down the hallway. Denise wasn't energetic enough to look where she was pointing.

Larry said, "Please excuse my appearance."

"Why? You look pretty damned good to me," Candy said smiling over at him.

Too tired to laugh, Denise asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to take you home. I don't think you should be driving," Candy said.

"Thanks," Larry said.

Candy sat down on the floor. She smiled at the couple and said, "I've never seen a couple go at it so frantically. That was like ... major magic."

"Okay," Denise said thinking that all she wanted to do was sleep.

"I'm going to bring Bill over here sometime. I'd like to go at it like that with him," Candy said smiling at the exhausted couple. Her cheerfulness was lost on them.

Larry sat up and said, "Help me dress her."

Candy looked at him and said, "Wow. She really tore up your back. That's going to hurt."

"Huh?" Larry said.

Candy helped the exhausted couple dress. Larry sat on the floor looking at the handcuffs. Looking over at Denise, he said, "These are pretty incredible. These are held closed with electro-magnets. There's an antenna built into them so they must be radio controlled. I wonder who invented them."

"Claire," Candy answered. She smiled over at Larry and said, "She was my first scientist."

Larry chuckled at the mention of Candy's infatuation with scientists and shook his head. He thought about how Bill might react to what he had gone through. His balls still hurt and he was sure that he'd bruised his cock. He said, "You better warn Bill when you bring him over here."

"Why?" Candy asked with a grin. She wiggled her eyebrows and added, "I don't think the effect will be nearly as good as it was with you if he's warned."

"It is your call," Denise said. She looked over at Larry and said, "I'd never surprise you like that."

"Thank you," Larry said. He didn't regret a minute of it, but he didn't want to go through that again. For three hours he had sat there with an erection watching some of the most erotic action that he'd ever seen.

Larry got off the floor using the wall to help support him. He reached down and helped Denise to her feet. The three walked down the hallway to the elevator. Candy kept them from walking into the wall. The elevator ride down to the parking garage was quiet. Candy said, "I'm usually pretty excited after a session like that."

"Are you excited now?" Denise asked.

"You bet," Candy answered. She looked over at the couple and said, "Bill is going to have a little fun tonight."

"Doesn't he usually?" Denise asked.

"Well ... yes," Candy answered with a frown. She brightened and said, "Tonight will be more fun than usual."

"Okay," Denise said. She got into the backseat of the car with Larry. Leaning against him, she closed her eyes feeling safe and secure in his arms.

It seemed like only minutes passed before Larry shook her gently and said, "Denise, wake up. We're at Dale's."

"Stay with me," Denise murmured as she snuggled up to him.

"Sure," Larry said. He looked at the doorway. It seemed so far from the car. Summoning the last of his strength, he picked her up and carried her into the house. He noticed that she was still holding onto the silk scarf.



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Chapter 36


Day 478 Tuesday

It was early in the morning when Denise climbed out of Dale's bed. She looked at Dale while he watched her with a smile on his face. He knew that the time had come for her to leave. In a soft voice, he said, "I'm going to miss you."

"You've got Victoria to keep you entertained," Denise said with a smile.

"That's true. It is about time I found another young woman to join the program," Dale said.

"Don't worry about it," Denise said. She looked around the room and said, "I'm going to miss living here. It is hard to believe that I've come to think of here as home."

"It has been an interesting sixteen months," Dale said.

"That it has," Denise said. She wiped her eyes and asked, "Do you mind eating alone this morning? I'd like to spend a little time saying good bye to Victoria."

"Go ahead," Dale said.

Denise leaned down and kissed him. Rising, she said, "Take care of yourself."

"I will," Dale said. He watched her walk out of his bedroom for the last time.

She turned at the door and said, "Good bye."

"Good bye, Denise," Dale said. He stared at the closed door thinking about the past sixteen month. He sighed and said, "One day it will be my turn to fall in love."

Denise walked down to Victoria's room. She opened the door and looked at the young woman asleep in the bed. She slipped under the covers. Victoria shifted and then snuggled closer. Denise relaxed and rested while Victoria slept. After a few minutes, she could feel Victoria holding her tighter. She said, "I know you're awake, Victoria."

"How'd you know?" Victoria asked.

"Your breathing changed," Denise answered.

Victoria didn't move for a few minutes. Finally she said, "I'm going to miss you."

Denise could tell that the young woman was on the verge of tears. She said, "I know. I'll miss you, too."

"You could stay a little longer," Victoria said.

Denise shook her head and said, "No. I've got to move on. It is time for me to act like an adult and make my own way through life."

"I know, it is just that it is going to be so lonely here without you," Victoria said.

"Dale will be here."

"Not that I'm complaining, but he's going to wear me out," Victoria said with a giggle.

Denise laughed and said, "I know what you mean."

Victoria said, "You're a gorgeous woman."

"So are you," Denise said.

"Not yet, but I'm getting there," Victoria said. She didn't have any pretentions of glamour. There were still a lot of pounds to lose before she'd be turning heads.

"It isn't about what is here, but here and here," Denise said pointing first to the young woman's stomach and then to her heart and head. She said, "You're a beautiful woman. The fact that others haven't recognized it yet is a testament to their stupidity and blindness."

"Thanks, Denise," Victoria said. She kissed Denise and then said, "I really hated you for a long time. It took me months to get over the little episode in Dale's study."

"I know," Denise said. She sighed and said, "I didn't enjoy doing that."

"I know that now," Victoria said. She shook her head and said, "I was a real spoiled brat as well as a fat woman."

"True," Denise said.

Victoria laughed and said, "You've always been honest with me."

"I've tried," Denise said. She said, "There were a lot of times when I wanted to temper the truth with a little misplaced compassion."

"I must have been quite a trial for you," Victoria said.

"I was a trial for Susan. It is all part of the program," Denise said knowing that it was true.

"I'm not looking forward to that part of the program," Victoria said.

"I know, but the day will come when a fat woman moves in and Dale will look to you to help her through the program," Denise said.

"I dread the day."

"Don't be that way. There are rewards," Denise said.

"Like what?" Victoria said.

Denise leaned forward and kissed Victoria. She said, "Like that."

"I'd like to visit you sometime soon," Victoria said finding that it was hard to keep the tears at bay.

"Call me," Denise said.

Victoria said, "You better go before I start crying."

Denise kissed her and said, "Good bye, Victoria."

"Good bye, Denise," Victoria said.

Denise slipped out of the bed and returned to her room. She spent the time packing her suitcase. After she finished packing, she looked around the room that had been hers for a year. She tried to remember her old apartment and realized that time had dimmed her memory. It hadn't really been a home.

She sat down at the computer and watched the time-lapse video of the past sixteen months. It brought tears to her eyes to watch it. It was better than watching Cinderella. That was fantasy, but her video was reality.

She clicked on the picture that had been taken the previous night. The woman that stood at the posing station was a true beauty. After putting the proper paper in the printer, she sent the picture to be printed. She opened the picture that had been taken her first night in the program. She sent it to the printer.

She stood by the printer waiting for the pictures to be finished. She pulled out the first one and stared at it. Grinning, she thought about how Larry would feel to find it in his lunch bag. The second picture finished. She grabbed it without looking at it. She put both pictures in her purse.

She double clicked on her word processor and opened a file. She sent the document to the printer. It would take an hour to print. She sat back in her chair and read the pages as the printer spat them out. She smiled while reading parts of it, cried reading parts, and reflected on some of the philosophy that appeared in other parts. She knew each and every word. She had written them.

The time passed slowly. She listened to the normal morning noises as Dale and Victoria prepared for their day. She heard the front door close when Dale left the house to head for work. It wouldn't be long before Victoria raced out to head for school. She always left late and had to rush to get there on time. She smiled and returned to reading.

She knew that the last page had printed when the printer went quiet. She opened up a new document and typed: The Victorian By Denise She added a copyright below her name. The story was finished after six months of work. Inspired by Claire, supported by Larry, and curious if she could do it, she had spent a few hours every night adding a little to the story. A week ago she had realized that the story had come to an end.

She sent the cover page to the printer and typed up a simple submission letter. She sent that to the printer and packaged the manuscript for shipping to the publisher. She had no idea if it would be accepted, but she liked it and that was the important thing. She'd be able to say that she had done it. She added it to her luggage and closed it.

The sound of the front door closing with a frantic bang let her know that Victoria had left for school. She stepped out of the bedroom and went to the swimming pool. It would be at least a year before she'd have a chance for a swim in the nude. From now on, she'd have to wear clothes for all of her outdoor activities.

It seemed strange to her that she had become so used to casual nudity. Of course, that was nothing to being unashamed of performing sex acts in front of others. She tried to remember how many people had seen her engage in sex over the past sixteen months. It was a pretty long list of men and women. There had been a time when that would have caused her to die of shame. There had been so many changes in just sixteen months.

Wearing a dress that hugged her body in all of the right places, Denise stepped out of the house and looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day with a clear blue sky, comfortable temperature, and bright sun. She turned back and looked at the front door. She said, "Sixteen months. It was sixteen months ago that I entered through that door a fat woman. Now I've left it a sexy woman."

She swallowed as the tears threatened to break through. She took a breath and said, "I'm not going to cry."

It was a whole lot easier to say than to do. Denise walked briskly to her car carrying her luggage. She opened the trunk and added it to the bag that was already there. She looked at the contents of the trunk thinking that it was rather strange that sixteen months of her life fit in two pieces of luggage. She sighed and slammed the lid closed.

Getting into the car she sat behind the wheel. It was time to stop by her new apartment and drop off her luggage. She had a small errand to run at lunchtime before meeting up with Susan. She started up the car and drove off without looking back. To look back would bring back memories and the memories would bring tears. There was too much to do for her to waste her time crying.

She drove the twenty minutes to her new apartment. She parked in the little covered spot and got out. She carried her luggage to the door of her new place. She stood there and said, "My new life begins today."

With a turn of the key, she entered the apartment. She dropped her luggage by the door and looked around. New furniture filled the living room. All of her old stuff was still in storage. The clothes that she had packed were all too big. The knickknacks reflected a person who no longer existed. Even her old kitchenware was crude compared to what she had learned to use at Dale's. The only thing that meant anything was her photograph album.

The apartment reminded her of Susan's place. Like Susan, Denise had decorated the place with the help of her fiancée. Most of the apartment had a slightly masculine feel to it, but the bedroom was her room and had a feminine appearance. There was even the study filled with technical books and a small desk. She looked at the study and smiled thinking of how happy Larry had been to shelve his books.

After picking up her luggage, she went into the bedroom. She threw her bags on the bed. She opened her luggage and hung her clothes in the closet. It looked empty, but that would change. She'd gone shopping and bought lots of clothes over the past sixteen months, but the majority of what she had bought no longer fit. Her undergarments went into her chest of drawers. It only took a single drawer to hold them all. It wasn't a lack of quantity, but a lack of material in them.

She carried the small bag over to the night stand. Dale had given her the small bag the previous night. She had been surprised to see that it held all of the toys they had used over the previous few months. Her toys went into the drawer. She closed the drawer with a private smile.

Stepping back, she said, "I have officially moved into my new apartment."

She went into the kitchen and checked out the refrigerator. It was empty. She said, "I've got a major trip to the grocery store after lunch."

The reminder of her lunch plans made her check the clock. She raced over to where she had dropped her purse. Picking it up, she checked the contents before she left the apartment. She had an important lunch date to keep. She froze before leaving and ran back into her bedroom. She picked up the package she had prepared earlier and left the apartment.

The fat woman carried the tray across the lunch room with a lazy shuffle. She sat down at the lunch table. The chair squeaked as if protesting the weight. Filled with self loathing, she stared at her lunch. Food was the bane of her existence. She couldn't live without it and she couldn't control herself around it. Every time she lost control more pounds were added to an already heavy body.

With dead eyes, she looked around the lunch room and sighed. She was eating alone again. That was nothing new; she ate lunch alone every day. In fact, she ate alone every meal. Loneliness had become a lifestyle. It was impossible to have friends when you loathed yourself.

She knew that people didn't like fat people. She knew it by the insults that they lobbed in her direction. It had gotten to the point where she didn't see them as insults, but statements of fact. She was slowly growing to hate thin women who pointed at her and commented how they'd rather die than look like that whale. She wondered if they thought that she wanted to look that way.

Denise sat down across the table from the fat woman. The large woman looked across the table and frowned. Convinced that it was another skinny bitch about to insult her, she asked, "What?"

Smiling at the fat woman, Denise said, "Hello, Shannon."

"Do I know you?" Shannon asked suddenly defensive.

"No, but I know you," Denise answered with a smile. Denise had been watching her for the last month. She'd seen the woman fill a shopping cart with three quarts of ice cream one evening at the grocery store. She knew that the woman would go home and eat at least one of them.

"What do you want?"

Denise opened her purse and pulled out a pair of pictures she had printed that morning. She selected one and slid it across the table. Smiling, she said, "That picture was taken of me last night."

Shannon glanced down at the picture and nearly choked on her food. The last thing she had expected was for a woman to shove a picture of herself nude under her nose. Offended, she said, "What the hell is this?"

Denise slid the other picture across the table and said, "That was taken of me sixteen months ago."

Unable to help herself, Shannon glanced down at the picture. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it. The woman depicted in the picture was fat. She looked up and could see that the woman in the picture was the same one that was seated across from her. She swallowed and asked, "Why did you show me that?"

Denise picked up the two pictures and put them back in her purse. She looked Shannon in the eye and said, "I was a fat woman. Now I'm not. You are a fat woman, but you don't have to stay one."

"Are you trying to sell me a diet or something?" Shannon asked a little unnerved by Denise's manner.

"I'm inviting you to participate in a special program," Denise said.

"How much is it going to cost?" Shannon asked.

Denise looked at Shannon and said, "That's a hard question to answer. In terms of money, it costs very little. I paid two hundred a week for room and board."

"And that is all?" Shannon said with a short bark of laughter. Two hundred a week would kill her finances. She was living paycheck to paycheck.

"I'll be honest with you. You'll have to earn your way through the program. For a while, that was almost more than I was willing to pay. In the end, the program gave me a thousand times more than I paid."

Shannon snorted and asked, "What did you get out of it?"

Denise pointed at herself and answered, "I got this body. I regained my self-respect. I got a promotion at work. I saved enough money for a down payment on a house. I got a fiancée."

"Get out of here," Shannon said. This wasn't the first time that someone tried to sell her all kinds of things to lose weight. They promised the world and delivered nothing. She was a fat woman and that made her an easy victim.

Denise smiled as she stood up from the table. Placing a small piece of paper in front of the fat woman, she said, "I lost 40 pounds without counting a single calorie. Think about that."

Shannon stared as Denise walked away. She looked down at her plate mentally calculating how many calories were on it. She knew should have gotten the salad. She looked over at the door where Denise had disappeared wondering about this mysterious program. She would never admit it, but she was desperate. She studied the piece of paper as if the answers to all her problems were written upon it.

Leaving the office building behind, Denise walked down the street and entered a restaurant. She spotted Susan and headed over to the table. She sat down and asked, "How are things going?"

"Great. We've made an offer on a house," Susan answered with a grin.

"Tell me about it," Denise said.

"It is a nice four bedroom house on a quiet cul-de-sac. We were looking for a three bedroom place, but Chuck pointed out that we'd have an extra room that we could use for a playroom," Susan answered. She added, "There isn't a pool in the backyard, but there's room for one. The neighbors can't see in the backyard, so we'll have plenty of privacy."

"It sounds great," Denise said.

"It is. Chuck is busy planning how to turn it into a smart house. He's got piles of catalogs in the study," Susan said.

"Is that a problem?" Denise asked.

Susan laughed and said, "He's so cute. He finds some little device and comes running to me to share his great discovery. I've got to admit that I don't understand half of what he's saying, but he's excited."

"I know what you mean. I've written user manuals for software programs for years. I understand about half of what Larry tells me," Denise said. She smiled as she thought about Larry.

Susan said, "You love him."

"Yes, I do," Denise said. She looked across the restaurant and said, "It wasn't that long ago when we were convinced that we'd never find men."

"I know," Susan said.

Denise said, "Did you ever pick up any of the stuff you put in the storage locker?"

"Not yet. I figure that I'll get it when we move into the house. I'll sort it out and throw away the things that I don't want," Susan answered.

"I was thinking of doing the same thing," Denise said.

Susan asked, "What are your plans for your first night in your new apartment?"

"Larry is going to spend the night," Denise said.

"That sounds like fun," Susan said. She'd had Chuck spend the night the first night she had lived in her apartment.

"I'm not sure how I'll handle going a full day without sex," Denise said.

Susan grinned and said, "I tend to visit Chuck at work. He loves it when I come over for lunch. He eats his sandwich and I eat him."

The two women chatted about life after the program. The time passed quickly and the lunch came to an end. They kissed goodbye and Susan left. Denise sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee thinking about the future. She wondered how Dale and Stefanie would work out thinking that she would enjoy being a fly on the wall when they finally met. Would it be love at first sight or hate? It was going to be explosive one way or the other. She had an image of the two of them going at it with the intensity that had been present between her and Larry after the time spent at Claire's house.

Victoria was blossoming into a very attractive young woman. She thought about the months ahead for Victoria and smiled at what she would think of the introduction to costume play. She wondered if Shannon would join the program. Victoria would have her hands full with that woman. It was going to be difficult for Victoria to be hard enough to help Shannon through the program.

She thought about the program. It had been brutal at times, but she recognized the need for some of the brutality. She had resisted change even while knowing that it was for her own good. There had always been a small self-destructive streak in her. She laughed at that thought and corrected it to being a large self-destructive streak. She knew that it was gone now. She had emerged from the program a much stronger person. She had accepted responsibility for her happiness.

Dale had always been honest with her. She had agreed to abide by the rules of the house and those rules had been very explicit. She had known going in that she would have to engage in just about every sexual act known to mankind except those involving scat, water sports, blood sports, and pain. Sex was the currency by which the women in the program paid for his participation. She had agreed to those terms not fully understanding what it meant. Like any landlord, he insisted on payment when it was due. Like most renters, she had not wanted to pay and hated him for demanding that she pay it. In hind sight, she felt that he undercharged for what he delivered.

She finished her coffee and said, "I better get to it. I've got a new life to establish and it will be a lot of work."

On the way to the grocery store, Denise stopped by the post office. She stood in line to purchase the postage necessary to mail the manuscript to the publisher. After paying for the postage, she stepped back and watched the postman toss it into a bin. She had a feeling that there would be more manuscripts in the future. She even had an idea for another story brewing in the back of her mind.

Stepping out of the post office, she looked up at the sky. It was still a beautiful day. She smiled and said, "This is the first day of the rest of my life and I am going to have a wonderful life."


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The End
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Posted:  2008-05-16
Last Modified: 2008-06-22 / 03:08:24 pm
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