The Chocolate
This story is meant to be read slowly. Please take a few deep breaths. Good. Thank you.
Kim walked down the street, big green pea-coat hugging her and little blue crocodile-skin bag dangling by her side between clinched fingers.
Photographers were behind her. She wanted to get away. And now it had started to rain.
"Kim, tell us about your break-up with Ray J!"
"Is it true that you've gained weight?"
"Are you thinking of getting married again, or is it just too soon?"
She felt like it had been a bad day for high heels. It had been! And now she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to turn around and scream.
But of course not. She didn't want to be another Britney Spears. She couldn't scream -- it would ruin her. Even that one outburst.
She started to walk faster. God if only there were something around here! Even A T.G.I Friday's would do! There was a peach colored building further down. If she could get there... she walked faster, looked a little over her shoulder to see how close they were but didn't, hugged the bag to her chest and hunched a little for the rain.
Some young idiot wearing a backwards baseball cap was hopping sideways around her to get a better look at who this person might be. He didn't look like he had a camera... oh, he did. He pulled it up from his waist and was about to shoot
"Don't". She said. "I'm not in the mood."
The guy looked a little flustered. He didn't shoot, slowly put his camera down. "Well, okay. But I did want to ask this question about --"
Thank God! The peach colored door handles -- she grabbed one, swung into the building, ducked in. They couldn't follow her. It was a proper establishment. The photographers crowded around the doors like hungry zombies. Their outlines were red against the dull blue-gray of the sky through the foggy glass of the doors. Kim had succeeded. But where was she?
The room in front of her, now that she saw it, was huge. Way bigger than it had looked from the outside, and mostly peach -- just like the outside. A little Asian woman, or so she thought, she was still pretty far away, was writing something at a desk set against the far wall. She had a big green pen? in her hand. It could well have been a feather. Kim got closer.
"Ah, welcome." said the Asian woman, slurring the "l". She was indeed holding a giant pen. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Well," Kim said, looking back at the door, "I"
"It's okay", the lady said, gently putting the huge pen down. "I am Yu. Why don't you stay for a while? You can take a seat and I'll be ready for you in ten minute."
"Ah...." Kim said...
"Yes?"
Kim walked over to a seat, dazed, and sat down, dazed.
"Ten minute! I am Yu, okay? On my nametag!" the woman said, pointing, smiling:
YU
Kim stared as the woman retreated into an alcove to the side of the desk, and then leaned her head back on the chair..... the noise outside thinned...
"Ki-im!" Called the woman. Kimberly Kardashian woke up, got her things and stood. "Please come back! Ten minutes are rea-dy!"
It hadn't seemed that long.
Kim slowly walked. She looked over her shoulder and it looked like most of the people had gone. Maybe that guy... she could see one red figure out there, looking in from side to side, moving it's shoulders as if to try to see better through the glass. It must have been that guy...
And she slowed. Considered... she looked back over at the doors again, at the pathetic figure waiting just outside...
She could walk back to the door, swing it open, startling the almost-boy who had lifted his camera to shoot her earlier. He would stammer, rub the back of his head, look down. She would ask if the others had left, yeah he would say, in that direction he would point, and she would promptly strut the other way. Maybe he would follow her, asked her to wait. She'd stop and look out of the corner of her eye... and he'd rub his head again, pull out a shrivelled little rose from his pocket and say "... this is for you." And she'd be so shocked! -- He looked dishevelled... but he wasn't really that bad, and maybe she should--!
but...well... she couldn't keep that woman waiting any longer. Kim started to walk back to the alcove again. It began to feel -- humid. Steamy.
She walked past a short hallway of what most have been red/pink coral (like a passage, she thought) and a room came into view on her left. There seemed to be a big circular bath in the middle, and steam all over. Steam throughout was coming from it. She had to duck a little to get in. She realized she was holding one hand up almost to her shoulder, and grasped in the hand (when did that happen?) was something soft but coarse. She was holding a bathtowel. She was wrapped in a towel, and her hair had been wrapped in a towel turban.
The chinese lady came into her view, as if she had been standing there the entire time.
"Please," she said, ducked her head a little towards the bath.
Kim did, dipping her toes through her legs in, gently lowering with her hands behind on the rim, lowering in. Up to her hips, up to her waist, up to her chest. The bathtowel got wet. It felt warm on her. Good. "Aahhhhhhhh", she said.
There was a little yellow rubber duck bobbing around on the hot water. Kim chuckled at this.
The chinese lady came around to her side, leaned down gently. "Too hot? Too cold?"
Kim smiled and shook her head.
The lady was pleased. "Good."
She softly took the tips of Kim's fingers, lifted them up. Cut, cut. Kim didn't know what she was using to cut the nails but it felt good. She relaxed. The woman went around to get the other side -- "would you like some chocolate?" she said, stopping for a second.
"No thank you", said Kim.
The woman moved again, nodded almost curtly.
She felt Kim's other fingers, stopped. "I must get your hair", she said.
Kim let her. The woman unraveled the turban, her knee lunged forward almost touching Kim's cheek, other leg off the bath rim, almost straddling. "Hold still", she said, and she got a comb from somewhere. Big and yellow. She leaned to pull Kim's hair with it, manouvering the hair with her fingers, and it scratched Kim's scalp a little on the pull. A little too hard, Kim thought, but held her tongue.
"Are you sure you would not like some chocolate?" the chinese woman said, speaking into her ear as she combed. "It is delicious", she said, pulling almost frantically. "The best!"
"No, thank you" Kim repeated politely, with a wave of her hand. "It's okay."
The woman stopped combing. She put her knee on Kim's solar plexus. It almost hurt. It looked as if the duck had stopped moving. The Chinese woman held Kim's hair back grasped in her hand, Kim's head leant back, her mouth open as if she were gasping. The chinese woman put her face closer to Kim's, the area around her face darkening. She smiled: "I really recommend the cho-co-late." She enunciated every syllable.
Kim did gasp. Okay, she nodded, her head almost bobbing, eyes open and mouth open as she looked at the woman.
"Good," said the lady. Her grip relaxed and she smiled again, warmly. "I will get it for you." She patted the spot her knee had been on as she turned away into the steam.
Kim gulped and wide-eyed, turned back to look forward again. The rubber duck looked at her from part of her vision. Her lip trembled.
The lady came back, now Japanese looking, wearing a gossamer blue kimono with yellow lining, her hair held with chopsticks, a white bathtowel folded on her extended arms, shuffling in on little sandals. She laid the towel next to Kim on the rim of the bath and patted it. "Cho-co-late", she said, folding her legs to sit delicately on the rim, smiled.
On top of the bathtowel, she looked, in a green and white rectangle, was wrapped a little mint chocolate.
She hesitated, reaching for it, looked at the woman for approval -- the woman nodded smiled -- she took the rectangle, slid the chocolate out with her other hand, looked at the woman -- yes, yes -- looked at the chocolate hesitantly, and put it in her mouth.
She immediately began to inflate. Even with the chocolate in her mouth, her belly had begun to distend, pushing out her legs. Her arms began to beef up. Her cheeks swelled and nose puffed. She was incredulous, looking at herself as her fingers bloated.
"Good, good!" the woman said, now standing at the edge of the tub and clapping her hands. She seemed overjoyed.
Kim's thighs began to catch up with the rest of her, filling out to contend with her belly, she was now filling up half the bath in a leaning-back position. "p--" she said, but couldn't manage more than that. Her eyes began to squint as her cheeks rounded, her hair spread around her burgeoned face. She had wanted to say "what the hell?"
The woman laughed and ran to get a camera. Kim had bloated further, her belly lifting up, her body followed. She felt like she was floating, her body now half out of the water, level at her waist. She fattened all over before her captor came back.
The lady held a camera up to her eye. "Hush", said the lady, circling Kim, camera still over her eye. "I must retrieve the ducky". She bent and scooped him out of the water with her free hand. s"Now smile for the birdy! Cheese!"
*FLASH*
The gleeful lady wound the camera again, took another photo from the side. "Good".
Now Kim really had begun to float. Her body gradually slipped out of the water on its ascent, water wicking off her skin like runoff on a beachball.
Her ass pumped up, provided ballast of sorts for the belly, and her body, lilting a little up and down, leaned forward over the bath, over the room, as she distended slowly.
"Good", said the lady, and patted Kim's belly, "a shot from unda", she wound the camera and shot up at Kim's belly. "Ve-lly nice".
"One more", said the lady, winding the camera, walking to get better vantage. Kim's body was now touching the ceiling, little legs flailing, arms useless but fingers contracting, face squinched and full, the biggest pear-shape in the world.
"Now!" the lady shouted up at Kim, "Smile and say cheese!"
Kim wanted to scream....
BAM!
she popped, offal shot out like from a firework. The "lady" giggled with glee as the chunks smattered around her, landed in her hair, spattered her torso, and she checked her camera, rewinding through the shots, enjoying each one, walking out of the room.
"The press will love these".