Betsy nearly calls out to Spiral to ask her not to leave. Spiral seemed to
be her one last link to her old life. A life as a supermodel, a life as a
secret super agent, a life as a ninja and a life as an X-Man. She was now a
new person. An obese girl by the name of Elizabeth Keller. She heard and
felt her stomach growl and that made her frown. Apparently, she had also
earned Elizabeth Keller's appetite, which was not a good thing. She
continued sitting on the bed because she could not move and watched the
daylight slowly faded away to accommodate the oncoming dusk.
The nurse finally entered the room and turned the lamp on. "Good evening, Miss Keller." she greeted politely. Elizabeth nodded half in a daze. "I would assume you must be hungry now. Here's your dinner." Elizabeth turned to look at the trolley carrying her dinner and she gagged as she saw what was on it. Lying on the trolley was a huge platter of roast meat as well as a large basket of bread together with a huge tub of cream cheese. A chocolate fondue lay beside the platter as well as a semi-large pot of steaming soup and a large jug of what appeared to be coke stood on the side.
"I can't eat that much," she said softly. The nurse blinked uncomprehendingly at her. "Miss Keller, you do jest too much. Your second trolley of food awaits you outside. Once you are finished with this one we will roll it in." Betsy's stomach began its growling again at the sight of all this food. She mentally told it to shut up but it would not. Besides earning Elizabeth's appetite, she had also earned Elizabeth's weakness for food. The sight of all this food was tempting beyond words. The minute the trolley was placed before her, Betsy's hand began to reach out and she started grabbing and gobbling her food mindlessly for the next few minutes, without minding her manners or how messy she was making her gown or the trolley which was entirely unlike her. Betsy was always prim and proper, having been brought up in the best social behaviour schools. However, the hunger was overpowering, driving her to devour everything in sight. After she was done, Betsy looked down in dismay and horror at the mostly empty trolley. She could not believe that she had eaten all that food by herself.
The nurse came in to switch the trolleys but Betsy choked out, "Please, don't bring in the second trolley." The nurse gave her a strange look. "But Miss Keller, you always finish the second trolley too."
Betsy almost pleaded, "Please, don't bring it in. I am really too stuffed." Her stomach had other ideas however, she knew that if she saw the second trolley of food, she would lose her self-control again and finish that too. She could not continue in this way. She had to lose some weight so that she could at least get out of this bed. Right now, she could not even move on her own accord.
The nurse looked a tad upset but she decided not to argue with Betsy. She left with the first trolley and came back in to clean Betsy up, for which Betsy was grateful because she needed to use the bathroom. It was at this point that she realised that due to her huge body mass and inability to move by herself, she had been wearing diapers. The shame showed itself in the sudden rush of blood to her face. Betsy could not imagine the lack of self-worth Elizabeth Keller had for herself to abuse her body into such a state of reliance on everyone else but she was determined not to continue in this manner. She was going to learn to walk by her own effort and use the bathroom by herself. She was also going to seek out her brother, Professor Xavier and the X-Men and Warren and kill Spiral and Vargas. But first things first. She needed to lose a lot of weight.
Her mother or more like Elizabeth's mother entered the room after the nurse had washed her up and glowered at her. "Do you think all that food comes for free? You should know better than to waste food. All those children in Africa have nothing to eat and you, you are not grateful for what you have!"
Betsy wondered for a second if this woman was deranged. Could she not see how large her daughter was? Was she not gratified to find that her child finally had the bollocks to try and lose some weight? She blinked stupidly at her mother for a few moments because her brain was not used to thinking quickly apparently before replying simply, "I would like to go on a diet."
Her statement was met with peals of sarcastic laughter. "You? Go on a diet? My, the pigs must have learnt how to fly." Mrs. Keller replied. "I must tell your sister this wonderful joke." And then she suddenly turned cold again, this time pointing her finger at Betsy each time she made her point, "You have caused me nothing but trouble. From taking drugs to having an alcoholic problem, to eating like a pig and now you get yourself a stupid red tattoo on your face before trying to commit suicide. Then you start talking back to your own mother and that is just too much. I am tired of looking after you. You are more trouble than you are worth. In fact, I want you out of my sight and life forever as soon as possible!" her mother declared darkly.
Betsy could not have been more relieved with what Mrs. Keller had announced. "Fine," she said evenly, "I will be out of this place as soon as I can walk."
Mrs. Keller snorts derisively. "Better put your words to action then. You haven't been able to walk since you were sixteen. I will grant you your wish however, to go on a diet. I would like to see how far you can go before you break down and beg for my forgiveness. From this day forth, you shall only have one meal a day. Nothing more." With that, Mrs. Keller stomped out of the room. Outside, she could be heard ordering the nurse that Elizabeth was only to be fed one meal a day to which the nurse protests, stating that a patient needed nutrients in order to recover to which Mrs. Keller replied that she did not care.
Every afternoon, the sister of Elizabeth Keller, which Betsy found out to be the squealing girl known as Quinntella Keller or Quinn for short, would come in to taunt Betsy with various assortments of chocolates and candies and other types of junk food. The only meal she usually had was dinner, so having not eaten a single thing for an entire day, Betsy's nerves and self-control were usually strung taut during this time. With Quinn's consistent taunting, Betsy would nearly lose her willpower and give in to the urge of eating all the stuff Quinn brings with her. Fortunately for Betsy, she herself was a very headstrong woman. She however vowed to kill Quinn with a nifty ninja move as soon as possible when she finally regained use of her limbs. The girl was plain evil.
Everyday, she had been flexing the parts she could move, namely her hands, arms and feet. Moving her arms required a lot of effort due to the sheer weight of them. She persevered however and with the current single meals that she received, which had been reduced to just plain bread and water, (although she did get to eat two entire loaves which she is still trying to reduce), she was proud to announce that she had lost at least 20 pounds in a week.
"So you lost 20 pounds this week. Care to celebrate?" Quinn snickered as she dangled a large bag of chips in front of Betsy. "It's only just a bag of chips." Quinn taunted in her squealing sing-song voice.
Betsy closed her eyes. Her self-control had nearly broken so many times in the duration of this week but she had to hold on to it somehow. She kept picturing Warren. He was the one thing that had given her the determination to resist the temptation to pig out. She was going to go back to him. Warren, her bright and shining angel. The one clear light in the darkness of her world. She felt Quinn take a chip out and waved it in front of her nose, slathering the chip over her lips. It took so much willpower not to just open her mouth and let the chip slip in. So much so that she had to grit her teeth and clench the bedspreads in her fists. No! She must not. A tear trickled down her fat white face. "Aww, big fat Lizzie's crying. She wants to eat the chips so badly. Why doesn't she open her mouth and eat it? There's more than enough to go around. Mmm..." the sound of crunching chips could be heard as Quinn ate one by herself. "This tastes so good. Wouldn't Lizzie like one? There! I'll just give her the whole bagful." With that said, Quinn tipped the bag over Betsy, and it began raining chips. Quinn giggled at the mess she made, then she skipped merrily out of the room leaving Betsy to battle with the urge to pick up each chip and consume it.
The nurse finally entered the room and turned the lamp on. "Good evening, Miss Keller." she greeted politely. Elizabeth nodded half in a daze. "I would assume you must be hungry now. Here's your dinner." Elizabeth turned to look at the trolley carrying her dinner and she gagged as she saw what was on it. Lying on the trolley was a huge platter of roast meat as well as a large basket of bread together with a huge tub of cream cheese. A chocolate fondue lay beside the platter as well as a semi-large pot of steaming soup and a large jug of what appeared to be coke stood on the side.
"I can't eat that much," she said softly. The nurse blinked uncomprehendingly at her. "Miss Keller, you do jest too much. Your second trolley of food awaits you outside. Once you are finished with this one we will roll it in." Betsy's stomach began its growling again at the sight of all this food. She mentally told it to shut up but it would not. Besides earning Elizabeth's appetite, she had also earned Elizabeth's weakness for food. The sight of all this food was tempting beyond words. The minute the trolley was placed before her, Betsy's hand began to reach out and she started grabbing and gobbling her food mindlessly for the next few minutes, without minding her manners or how messy she was making her gown or the trolley which was entirely unlike her. Betsy was always prim and proper, having been brought up in the best social behaviour schools. However, the hunger was overpowering, driving her to devour everything in sight. After she was done, Betsy looked down in dismay and horror at the mostly empty trolley. She could not believe that she had eaten all that food by herself.
The nurse came in to switch the trolleys but Betsy choked out, "Please, don't bring in the second trolley." The nurse gave her a strange look. "But Miss Keller, you always finish the second trolley too."
Betsy almost pleaded, "Please, don't bring it in. I am really too stuffed." Her stomach had other ideas however, she knew that if she saw the second trolley of food, she would lose her self-control again and finish that too. She could not continue in this way. She had to lose some weight so that she could at least get out of this bed. Right now, she could not even move on her own accord.
The nurse looked a tad upset but she decided not to argue with Betsy. She left with the first trolley and came back in to clean Betsy up, for which Betsy was grateful because she needed to use the bathroom. It was at this point that she realised that due to her huge body mass and inability to move by herself, she had been wearing diapers. The shame showed itself in the sudden rush of blood to her face. Betsy could not imagine the lack of self-worth Elizabeth Keller had for herself to abuse her body into such a state of reliance on everyone else but she was determined not to continue in this manner. She was going to learn to walk by her own effort and use the bathroom by herself. She was also going to seek out her brother, Professor Xavier and the X-Men and Warren and kill Spiral and Vargas. But first things first. She needed to lose a lot of weight.
Her mother or more like Elizabeth's mother entered the room after the nurse had washed her up and glowered at her. "Do you think all that food comes for free? You should know better than to waste food. All those children in Africa have nothing to eat and you, you are not grateful for what you have!"
Betsy wondered for a second if this woman was deranged. Could she not see how large her daughter was? Was she not gratified to find that her child finally had the bollocks to try and lose some weight? She blinked stupidly at her mother for a few moments because her brain was not used to thinking quickly apparently before replying simply, "I would like to go on a diet."
Her statement was met with peals of sarcastic laughter. "You? Go on a diet? My, the pigs must have learnt how to fly." Mrs. Keller replied. "I must tell your sister this wonderful joke." And then she suddenly turned cold again, this time pointing her finger at Betsy each time she made her point, "You have caused me nothing but trouble. From taking drugs to having an alcoholic problem, to eating like a pig and now you get yourself a stupid red tattoo on your face before trying to commit suicide. Then you start talking back to your own mother and that is just too much. I am tired of looking after you. You are more trouble than you are worth. In fact, I want you out of my sight and life forever as soon as possible!" her mother declared darkly.
Betsy could not have been more relieved with what Mrs. Keller had announced. "Fine," she said evenly, "I will be out of this place as soon as I can walk."
Mrs. Keller snorts derisively. "Better put your words to action then. You haven't been able to walk since you were sixteen. I will grant you your wish however, to go on a diet. I would like to see how far you can go before you break down and beg for my forgiveness. From this day forth, you shall only have one meal a day. Nothing more." With that, Mrs. Keller stomped out of the room. Outside, she could be heard ordering the nurse that Elizabeth was only to be fed one meal a day to which the nurse protests, stating that a patient needed nutrients in order to recover to which Mrs. Keller replied that she did not care.
Every afternoon, the sister of Elizabeth Keller, which Betsy found out to be the squealing girl known as Quinntella Keller or Quinn for short, would come in to taunt Betsy with various assortments of chocolates and candies and other types of junk food. The only meal she usually had was dinner, so having not eaten a single thing for an entire day, Betsy's nerves and self-control were usually strung taut during this time. With Quinn's consistent taunting, Betsy would nearly lose her willpower and give in to the urge of eating all the stuff Quinn brings with her. Fortunately for Betsy, she herself was a very headstrong woman. She however vowed to kill Quinn with a nifty ninja move as soon as possible when she finally regained use of her limbs. The girl was plain evil.
Everyday, she had been flexing the parts she could move, namely her hands, arms and feet. Moving her arms required a lot of effort due to the sheer weight of them. She persevered however and with the current single meals that she received, which had been reduced to just plain bread and water, (although she did get to eat two entire loaves which she is still trying to reduce), she was proud to announce that she had lost at least 20 pounds in a week.
"So you lost 20 pounds this week. Care to celebrate?" Quinn snickered as she dangled a large bag of chips in front of Betsy. "It's only just a bag of chips." Quinn taunted in her squealing sing-song voice.
Betsy closed her eyes. Her self-control had nearly broken so many times in the duration of this week but she had to hold on to it somehow. She kept picturing Warren. He was the one thing that had given her the determination to resist the temptation to pig out. She was going to go back to him. Warren, her bright and shining angel. The one clear light in the darkness of her world. She felt Quinn take a chip out and waved it in front of her nose, slathering the chip over her lips. It took so much willpower not to just open her mouth and let the chip slip in. So much so that she had to grit her teeth and clench the bedspreads in her fists. No! She must not. A tear trickled down her fat white face. "Aww, big fat Lizzie's crying. She wants to eat the chips so badly. Why doesn't she open her mouth and eat it? There's more than enough to go around. Mmm..." the sound of crunching chips could be heard as Quinn ate one by herself. "This tastes so good. Wouldn't Lizzie like one? There! I'll just give her the whole bagful." With that said, Quinn tipped the bag over Betsy, and it began raining chips. Quinn giggled at the mess she made, then she skipped merrily out of the room leaving Betsy to battle with the urge to pick up each chip and consume it.