by BigBird74
27.
Just as Dahlia’s body ached, so did Melissa’s, though
for very different reasons. Whereas Dahlia’s soreness was the result of
crawling about on all fours, scrubbing and mopping, Melissa’s sorry state had
resulted from a carefully calibrated exercise routine dreamt up by her new
trainer. She had needed to summon almost all her courage to ask the
receptionist to arrange for a trainer, thoughts swirling around her head as she
approached the imposing desk.
Ever since gaining weight in her early teens, Melissa
had thought of herself existing within a certain social box. Whenever she had
tried to step beyond the bounds of that box, Melissa found herself worrying
about how she was being perceived: judgmental stares, whispered comments or
worse. Inevitably this pushed her to retreat back to the comfort of her box,
where she typically indulged in food or television to make herself feel better.
However, she was not the same woman she had been a few weeks before. While the old Melissa would have sat by idly, stewing in her own self-contempt and too shy to do anything about it, her recent change of heart nagged away at her, imploring her to action. After all this was an expensive resort and she was not going to let the opportunity pass her by.
Much like when a tune gets stuck in your head, after
her last meeting with the doctor, a familiar saying had been echoing inside
Melissa’s brain: “A rolling stone gathers no moss.” Every time she found
herself idling, that thought seemed to pop into her head, making her feel antsy
and restless. And so it was, when sitting at the pool watching the pool boy
mopping the deck, that she felt her body grow tense. After all, why was she
here if not to push herself and get fit?
As if to emphasise that something had to be done, a
gaggle of young women had started to circle the pool and, like a pack of feline
predators, were casting glances towards anyone they considered beneath them,
their giggling floating lightly on the air. Just a few weeks ago, Melissa’s
reaction would have been to run back to the privacy of her room and drown her
sorrows in an afternoon of TV and snacks. But that voice in her head implored
her not to sit still and instead go do something about it. If she was unhappy
with her body, change it!
That was when Melissa first met Annie. Initially, when
the receptionist introduced them, she thought she had caught a glimpse of
resignation in her eyes, the look of a weary trainer used to dealing with
overweight women lacking the self-control needed to take hold of their body
shape. But, as they talked, she was also struck by a deeper sense of genuine
concern. The more they talked, the clearer it became that Annie actually cared
deeply about what she did and that her enthusiasm was rubbing off on Melissa.
It was now that the doctor’s efforts to improve Melissa’s attitude really paid
off. Building on her increasingly deep reserves of willpower and
self-belief, the conversation with Annie was imbuing Melissa with a growing
realisation that so much was possible, if only she was willing to work at it!
Though they talked initially of just two or three
weeks, Melissa felt this would give her a solid platform from which to launch
her new life. All the time they spoke, Melissa waited for the familiar sense of
procrastination to rise up within her and paralyse her, but it never came. No
wave of apathy, no telling herself it could not be done and no sense that she
could never improve. Instead, when Annie suggested starting that very moment,
Melissa jumped at it, eager to get underway.
The sea change in Melissa’s attitude was astonishing,
though some her old fears circled around her, making her feel anxious as she
changed into her unflattering gym ensemble, pockets of fat sticking out around
the waistband of her tight lycra shorts. Seeing the nervous look in her
client’s eye, Annie intervened and in one swift remark squashed Melissa’s
remaining doubts. “As a gold star client, you get to use the private equipment
upstairs, on the first floor.” The sense of relief that washed over Melissa
made her break out in a wide smile, the tension that had built within her
dissolving rapidly.
Thereafter the afternoon proceeded surprisingly
quickly. Feeling energised to an extent she had not since she was a child,
Melissa found the whole experience very unlike previous attempts to ‘get fit.’
Whenever any negativity crept into her mind, Melissa’s reaction was not to
shirk, but to actively push it to one side. As she progressed, so her
positivity grew and a calm, quite determination took hold: she could do this!
She had it in hand!
28.
Dahlia was also rediscovering emotions buried deep
within her. The kiss she had shared with the doctor had broken an invisible dam
within her, flooding her body with an excited and nervous tension. A renewed
feeling of possibility crackled about her like electricity, her body warm and
flushed as she set about her daily chores, mopping the corridor outside of
‘Dahlia’s’ room. Though of course that was her room, neither Dahlia
nor Ms Nechita referred to it as so. Right now she was ‘Petra.’ She was dressed
in her plain dress, pinafore pulled over the top to avoid dirtying the cheap
material. The short-bobbed wig deployed to hide her long, luxurious locks. The
way Ms Nechita was looking at her was giving Dahlia goose bumps.
When dressing this morning, curiously she had felt
mildly disappointed when looking in the mirror. Though everyone here was set
upon referring to her as Petra, she looked nothing like the Petra she knew. It
was hard to say without seeing her again, but Petra was at least 20-30kgs
heavier than Dahlia, probably more. Given her large round torso, the first
thing one noticed about Petra was her enormous bust, her extensive breasts
hanging gracelessly down her chest. Dahlia had often pondered how Petra looked
when naked? How did it feel to carry such large sacks of fatty flesh on your
body, dropping down over her fat belly, another large dollop of fat that pushed
out her belly in a ball shape?
Dahlia’s fingers pressed against her cleaning smock,
between the tops of her thighs, as she closed her eyes and pictured herself as
Petra. She imagined cleaning the doctor’s surgery, his beautiful, bright eyes
watching her as she went about her duties. The supermodel momentarily hidden
beneath a layer of doughy flesh, as part of some kind of erotic game they were
sharing. She felt so aroused and sexually charged every time she thought of
herself that way. He seemed to be encouraging her to explore this path. But,
she wondered, could he really like her as Petra? Could he like her without her supermodel
body and looks? The taboo notion of letting herself go was in some ways
empowering. She wanted to prove to herself that she more than a simple clothes
horse that trotted from one show to the next, enduring a life of tortured
discipline and denial. She could hide as Petra and find a side to her character
she never thought existed.
She appreciated the way the doctor had uncovered this
movement within her and how he had respected her need to shroud the whole
affair in secrecy. Feeling safe had made the whole thing exciting and
titillating, secure in the knowledge that this was only a game, a roleplay from
which she would emerge as her old self unblemished. For the few weeks she was
here, she had resolved to do whatever the doctor felt necessary, treating it
all like some amazing adventure and a holiday from herself.
Seeing how ‘Petra’ had responded yesterday, Ms Nechita
also seemed resolved to take her particular role farther. She bore down on the
errant maid all morning, picking her up on every one of her mistakes. The fact
that Dahlia offered no resistance to the deluge of mild insults and put downs,
only seemed to embolden her. She had expected a much harder time managing a
famous supermodel, but there was no sense of spoiled privilege or status about
the beautiful girl. Not once did she baulk at anything demanded of her. No,
nothing about her suggested anything of her real identity.
The attitudes of many of the ‘guests’ attending this
clinic was typically appalling. Full of self-pity and otherworldly demands,
most patients here were simply ticking boxes till they were discharged. But
Dahlia was different. She seemed truly invested in the whole thing and that
affected Ms Nechita too. Secretly she got off on watching ‘Petra’ scrub the
toilets with a small brush. There was no need to use such a small implement,
but her inner masochist wanted to see the supermodel debase herself. She smiled
brightly when her expensively manicured nails snapped or broke, one after the
other. A stern silence had met Petra’s polite request for gloves, a raised
eyebrow sufficient to put the errant girl in her place.
The day was long and hard and Petra ate heartily both
at lunch and dinner. Unlike yesterday, Ms Nechita seemed set on making Dahlia
spend as much time as possible as Petra, directing her to the staff room for
her dinner, rather than letting her eat in the privacy of her room. Petra found
the sensation of eating in front of a supervisor erotic, Ms Nechita casually
watching over her, ensuring the patient – after all that was what she was – did
exactly as was prescribed. Petra had never dreamed of eating so many calories
in one day. She was acutely aware of how bloated she felt as she ate the last
of her dessert. Her belly was sticking out again, that delicious sense of fullness
and sweet guilt.
A definite sense of eroticism hung over the moment.
Dahlia’s behaviour was so out of character and carried the seeds of a certain
recklessness that made her giddy with the possibilities were she to carry on
eating like this. Ms Nechita, seeing the redness on Dahlia’s cheeks, recognised
the flush of excitement. Unsure of what to say or how to react, both of them
froze a moment before Ms Nechita declared the day over and Dahlia was allowed
to return to her room.
It's a shame hat it seems only the poor quality stories in here draw any kind of comments.
ReplyDeleteI for one am quite happy to see this continue,I wonder how much weight Dahlia can put on during her stay?
I am loving where this story is heading too. I wish the tipping point would come sooner. The suspense of Dahlia being trapped is killing me. I want to see more of the doctor and Ms. Nechita manipulating her weaknesses and submissiveness. Can't wait till the next part.
ReplyDeleteThings will start to accelerate soon =) It has taken me a bit longer to get to this point than I had hoped originally.
DeleteBigBird
I am really excited for Dahlia when she finally reunites with Melissa. I want to see her get stuck in her fantasy
ReplyDeleteI'm always pleased to read a new episode of Dahlia's adventures in fantasyland. Unbfortunately for her, I suspect fantasy may well be replaced with fact as she slides deeper into the imagined life she thinks will be more fulfilling than her former one.
ReplyDeleteWhat will be interesting is when she returns home, as Petra, and finds a new 'Dahlia' in charge ... and how will 'Dahlia' treat her sister?
thanks
R