Fat Loss Forever Novels & Stories

Unbreakable. Forever.

It was drizzling outside, faintly. On cue, my stomach grumbled, reminding me of the lack of nutrition. If break-ups and heartbreaks don't do anything well. At least, they put you on involuntary diets (minus the ice-cream tubs) and if the sorrow continues, you might see yourself getting the perfect bikini body which was your gym goal at no cost. Not to forget, the stronger, better, and more stable person shit! The one those lame YouTube channels tell you about. (Gee!)

I faked a laugh. "I have realised you have lost some weight, you eat these weird foods and you always look fatigued or dehydrated.You are good just the way you are, promise me you are gonna stop this madness." He took my hand and placed it on his head and all I did was nod. "Hey, don't mind them.I just got weak because of the weight loss program am following.I should stop being obsessed with fitness." I faked a laugh.

He chuckled, biting his lower lip, as if he could hear it pounding. And that lip... I noticed a small mole in the center of it. Somehow, it felt like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He slowly reached up and removed the blindfold. But as soon as his eyes met mine, his playful smile vanished. “You.”

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

He walked over and pressed it into my hands. “You’ll need a little help before next week,” he said. I stared at the box, then looked up at him. “What is it?” “Fad injections,” he replied. “They call them skinny shots. They’ll help you lose the last few pounds fast.” He added, quieter now, “You’ll also need extreme calorie restriction if you want to hit size four in such a short time.” My fingers tightened around the box as I met his eyes. “And what if I can’t do it?” I whispered.

He quickly shriveled into a withered husk and collapsed on the ground, convulsing. His clouded eyes stared straight at me. "Why... why..." Because fat was conserved. Whatever fat Selina had given him would naturally be taken back. But the weight he had recently lost created a deficit. This deficit was greater than the total fat he originally possessed, so he was completely drained. In the blink of an eye, Selina had swollen into a ball. She looked at me in agony, her lips moving. "What is it... what did you use..." She desperately wanted to know what I had used to bind the system to her.