Jenny loses weight to find love
After being teased for years, both at school, home and work for her weight, Jenny decided that enough was enough.
The catalyst for change came about when a new staff member started work at the postal sorting office. The boss, Mr Box, welcomed him to the Midland Postal Depot, introducing him to each worker individually. When he came to Jenny, Mr Box said, “Tyrone let me introduce you to Jenny. She’s worked here longer than anyone.“ He squeezed her bottom, “Why, you were only a girl when you started here, weren’t you, Jenny?”
Jenny nodded, praying he wouldn’t ask how long ago that was.
“How long ago was that, Jenny? Twenty years?”
“Twenty five” she replied softly, hoping Tyrone didn’t catch it, but as he held out his exceptionally hairy, bony hand he said. “Wow, that’s a very long time. I’m really pleased to meet you, Jenny.”
Jenny took the cold, thin fingers in her hot, sausage like hand and smiled. Her fat cheeks glowed.
“I’ll leave you in these ladies’ capable hands then, shall I?” Box turned to leave. “Show him the ropes, Jenny.”
Weeks went by and Jenny and Tyrone became friends, she began to see him as a potential lover. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, but he was taller than her. At nearly six feet tall and weighing nearly 300lbs she couldn’t be too particular. She’d never before had a reason to lose the pounds which had been weighing her down all her life, in fact she‘d hoped her appearance would be a deterrent; Mr Box was always leering at her and touching her. Now she thought maybe Tyrone would see her as girlfriend material if she lost a few rolls of fat. Joining the gym wasn’t really her thing, she wanted something easy; something which took as little effort as possible; she was a lazy cow at heart.
Jenny sat on her sagging sofa, mindlessly watching TV. A greasy pizza box lay open on the floor next to the empty ice cream container. She sighed, “I shouldn’t have had that last slice,” she burped. An advertisement for Weight Watchers interrupted the movie, and she watched as her favourite celebrity bragged about how much weight she’d lost by following the programme.
The next day, she arrived at work to find Tyrone chatting with Selene, the blonde voluptuous wages clerk. Jenny’s eyes flashed hatred at the girl.
“Hi Tyrone,” she called, using her sexiest voice.
Tyrone dragged his eyes away from Selene, and glanced at Jenny for a second, giving her a cursory wave before turning back to listen to the rest of Selene’s fascinating story. Jenny sighed, realising he was slipping from her grasp. Time was running out. She had to do something.
The following evening Jenny arrived at her local Weight Watchers meeting for her initial visit.
“Hello, everyone, I’d like you to give a warm welcome to our newest member, Jenny.” The group leader introduced her to the twenty or so attendees seated around the church hall. Jenny felt her face getting hot as she desperately sought a seat at the back of the room, but there was to be no escape.
“You need to weigh in, love, before you sit down.” An enormous gentleman pointed her toward the scales at the front of the room. Jenny waddled to where she’d been directed, then removed her shoes and her coat before stepping on to the scales. The red finger on the dial, zipped around rapidly. At least the group leader didn’t shout out the number on the scales but wrote it in a little red book, which she gave to Jenny to bring along each week.
Eventually after several weeks Jenny realised her clothes were becoming less constricting. She started to look forward to the meetings as the weight very slowly fell off and she began noticing Tyrone giving her glances.
“Have you lost weight?” He asked one day.
“Maybe, just a little.”
“I don’t think you should lose anymore, you’re perfect. I don’t like skinny girls.” He said.
“You seemed to like Selene though.” Jenny sniffed. “Where is she anyway, do you know?” She asked, realising it had been a few weeks since she’d seen her.
“She’s left, she told me they had offered her a new job. Anyway, she wasn’t my type.” Tyrone slid his office chair across the wooden floor, to get closer to Jenny. “Fancy a drink after work on Friday?”
Jenny felt a thrill and accepted. She decided to go shopping for new underwear. She knew of a store specialising in sexy items for the well-endowed. Just in case things get steamy.She thought.
The date went well, Tyrone was attentive and complimentary, and for the first time in her life she felt desirable. They were having drinks at a bar after dinner, when she felt a sudden rush of heat all over her body.
“Are you okay, Jen?” Tyrone leaned closer, putting his arm around her meaty shoulders. “You look a little flushed.”
“I think I need some air, it’s so crowded in here.”
“Come on, let’s get you outside.” Tyrone grasped her elbow and led her out onto the busy city street. He hailed a taxi.
Jenny awoke, her head throbbed. Her eyes focused on a dirty ceiling fan. Other than the creak it made as it slowly rotated, she could hear no other sound. Feeling cool air across her body she realised she was wearing only her new black, lacy lingerie.
Attempting to get up from the bed she came to the dreadful realisation she was tied, spreadeagled to the bedposts.
“Tyrone!” She tried to scream but her voice was weak.
For what seemed an eternity, she lay there. Her tears dried upon her face leaving runs of black mascara staining her cheeks. Eventually she heard the sound of a door, somewhere in the house, slam shut. Holding her breath, she waited until the door to the bedroom opened and there stood a smiling Tyrone wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.
“What are you playing at?” Jenny yelled, struggling to free herself, although by now she knew it was useless. “Untie me now!” She demanded.
Tyrone’s lips curled into what could pass as a smile. “You were worrying me, Jenny, with all that dieting business. I told you I prefer big girls didn’t I?”
Jenny just stared horrified at this thin stick of a man. Her mind trying to make sense of what he was saying. As she watched, Tyrone began to writhe, his face became elongated, his mouth opened wide as if he was about to yawn. It was then she saw his teeth, razor sharp, saliva dripping from his jaw. Horrified at the transformation, she saw she was now looking at the face of an animal.
“There simply wasn’t enough meat on Selene.” His voice had taken on a growl like sound. “She satisfied my hunger for flesh for a couple of weeks.” He appraised the fat girl on the bed, “I think there’s enough on you though to last me for at least a month.
He calmly walked towards her. The last thing she heard were the sounds of her own screams.