For two weeks Myron went through this pattern. Being stuffed at home
and being stuffed at work.
And even though he had been eating so many calories each day the only
evidence in the morning were the angry red stretch marks growing on
his lower belly and a bit of softening of his pecs and his jowls.
Myron knew from his past that if he continued this pattern he would
put on a lot of weight so he decided that he would start going to the
gym again. And on that Friday he did just that.
Carl waited for Myron to return home. And as hour after hour went by
he got angrier and angrier till he got up and headed out to find
Myron. Finding him in the first place he looked. His old gym.
Carl walked up to him and grabbed him by the wrist and said you are
coming with me.
When Myron got in the car with Carl he tried to explain that he wanted
to look good for Carl but Carl wasn't listening. He was just fuming.
Carl sat Myron down at the dinner table and stuffed him for hours. His
last shake was laced with sleeping pills putting Myron to sleep. When
he woke in the morning face down on the kitchen table he woke to see a
mountain of pancakes, sausages and eggs in front of him. There was a
curious flavor in the pancakes. And Carl just pushed until it was all
gone. He hadn't said a word to Myron. And as breakfast passed Myron
passed out again.
When lunch came Myron noticed that same flavor in the food. But he
just couldn't identify it.
Over and over this pattern continued. Myron trying to find out what
Carl was doing and trying to find out what that flavoring was. He
couldn't tell how long it had been but it had to have been at least a
week before Carl said a word to Myron.
He felt himself sitting at the table when filled once again but he
didn't feel that sleepiness that he had after every meal since he had
been at the gym.
Carl sat down across from Myron.
Your think you are in charge Boy? Carl asked him.
No. I am sorry. What are you going to do to me.
It's not what I am going to do to you it is what you are going to do
for me. You will be going to work as usual. I will be picking you up
every day from one job and off to the next and you will be picked up
at the last shift. You want to do this for me don't you?
Myron shook his head but not knowing why.
You will eat like a pig until you have gotten extremely fat and these
3xl shirts are tight. You want to do that for me don't you?
Myron shook his head but not knowing why.
You will come home and eat what I give you and go to sleep immediately
and never go to the gym again.
Myron shook his head but did not know why.
Carl had been putting pot in the baked goods as well as so many of the
other things Myron was eating. He put sleeping pills in the last round
of shakes. And as Myron went to sleep he put a subliminal tape to play
for Myron making him so receptive to Carl's suggestions.
And Myron found he wanted this more and more. The total lack of work
for the past week had made him softer this week and he could now start
to tell that his abs were going and his face had gotten rounder.
His hunger was an almost constant pang. And Myron started to walk in a
waddle fashion. Not that he needed to at this point but it seemed more
appropriate for him.