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"Hu, hu.." you stammer.
"How?" Fred finishes, apparently his normal self, but still slightly raw round the edges. "Diet, and exercise. I worked out nearly all day, and barely ate." He laughs shakily, and pats your belly, sending huge tidal waves of fat over the globe of your gut.
"How long ago?" was the question that you'd been trying to get out.
Fred stiffens, and seems to stare inwards. "Six days." He whispers hoarsely.
"Six DAYS?" you shriek, "But the... how... when??"
"I couldn't stop myself!" Fred roars back, "It all just smelt too good! I had to eat. I hadn't for days." He trails into silence, staring at nothing, then seems to come to another decision. "I hadn't eaten 'cause I was dieting from my last 'episodes'" he snorts, disgusted at himself.
"How many 'episodes'?" is all you can think of.
He shuts his eyes. "7 in the last 2 months. I can't help it. I just... need to eat." He looks at you, and you see the hurt in his eyes. "So, just so you know that I know what you're going through, I've been there. You need to stay on top it." Humour sparks in his eyes, "Or it" he prods your vast tummy, "gets on top of you."
He lapses back. "I keep that photo to remind myself what I do to myself, and how abhorrent it is. If I help you, will you help me? We've both got someone to not quit on then. Please?"
You see the tangle of emotions behind his eyes, and wonder how being fat could have hurt him so badly. It does seem only fair...
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)