Diet Another Day

choke on pizza in front of a fat girl, to lure her into your boudoir to get an up close, inside out view of her fat?"
    Damien snorted. "And what a pleasurable assignment. But no, darling, we're here for the Homeland Security First Responders conference. Serendipity brought you and Hunter together."
    Jessica stood up and headed for the bathroom. When she closed the door, Hunter sat on the bed next to Damien.
    Damien whispered, "She's a whole lotta woman. Much more than a mouthful, better than those saline girls. I can't wait to pump into her cleavage."
    "The goal isn't for us to get off here. Focus on the control study. Her orgasms are key."
    "Your cock's been just as rigid as mine, pal. You can't tell me it's all about the mission."
    "Sure it is. Whatever it takes. So, I'm a man. But I can control myself, and you'd better, too."
    * * *
    Jessica reappeared, dressed and munching on a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. "Thanks for the diversion, guys. I need to get back to the dorm before curfew."
    Hunter said, "No. You don't want to do that, to go back to a bunch of painted ladies."
    Damien offered, "Maybe she does. Maybe she might invite us."
    Jessica held her finger up as she chewed and swallowed. "No men allowed in the dorms."
    Hunter said, "So you're here to lose weight. You can't be enjoying that nasty fat laden diet and the sadistic boot camp. How about you go on our diet and exercise program, with a guarantee you'll lose more weight, tone up and be completely sated, in every way? No deprivation nor over exertion."
    "Sounds like a hedonistic orgy."
    Damien nodded. "If you want it to be. We're here to pleasure you, darling." He walked over to her and ran a finger down her cheek. She trembled.
    "Tell me more." She cooed.
    He kissed her sweetly on the lips and looked into her eyes. "It's simple. You have been steadily, albeit slowly, gaining weight the past few years. You've not been able to lose it. You've got ovarian syndrome, and we can fix that."
    "How do you know?"
    Hunter retrieved a file from the living room. "While you were bathing, we accessed your medical records online."
    "How dare you!" She snatched it from him. "You had no right violating my privacy. I'll report you to the AMA and the Navy and the hotel and Homeland Security and—"
    Hunter said, "Calm down, Jessica. We did it for you. Hear us out. Come on over and have a seat." He motioned to a large overstuffed arm chair with matching ottoman. Damien took her by the hand and led her over. He said, "Here, you can sit in my lap."
    Jessica said, "Eew! You're not sitting naked in that chair! Just think of all the strangers that have done who knows what there."
    Damien detoured to the bed. "Good point." He managed to maneuver her to perch on the edge of it. He sat next to her, holding her hand, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion on her wrist. She tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation.
    Hunter flipped through the file. "Your last well-woman check-up was on the twentieth. Just before you came down here. You complained of severe headaches on the week you're off your monthly birth control pills. The pills are no longer regulating your cycle, you complained of breakthrough bleeding, and the nurse practitioner ordered an ultrasound. No uterine polyps were found, however, you have a small cyst forming on your right ovary, which shouldn't be happening when you're taking birth control pills. That's evidence you are still ovulating; and the absence of polyps means the breakthrough bleeding is caused because the low dose pills are no longer strong enough for you."
    "My gynecologist just called and said I was ok, and mentioned the cyst, and said to come back for a follow up in three months. And she changed my pills from a low dose to an average dose, I think she said it's fifty percent stronger than I was taking. And I take these for three months in a row, so I only have four periods a year now—"
    Damien said, "So now you will only be bothered by the headaches that are caused from a sharp drop in estrogen when you go on the sugar pills one week every three months."
    Jessica nodded. It seems like these guys really are doctors, they just don't play them in hotels.
    Hunter asked, "When did you start the new pills?"
    "Tomorrow."
    "Perfect."
    "Why?"
    "Your hormones have been out of whack, and that caused you to secrete too much insulin. Insulin that the body doesn't need it converts to fat. It also increases your cravings, so you eat more. If the average dose