Fat Camp (part 4)

Olivia woke up, or rather was roughly shaken out of her sleep. She was startled, trying to get things into focus on the bright early morning sun. As she suddenly came to her senses, she realized things were not good. She was surrounded by three men in uniform, most likely police. They were screaming at her in the local language, which was still gibberish to her. One of the police men pulled her up to her feet while another one handcuffed her wrists behind her back. The third officer then threw a black cloth over her, blinding Olivia. It wasn't the first time Olivia had been handcuffed by the police for getting into trouble, but it was certainty scarier in a foreign land. And she didn't even know what she had done that was illegal!

She was put in the back of a police truck, and buckled into place with a seat belt. The ride was uncomfortable for Olivia, the hard bench she was strapped to transferring every jolt as the truck made its way along the hole ridden road. She could hardly move between the seat belt, the black cloth covering her, the handcuffs, and the ever present fat suit. While Olivia had been a bit grateful of the fat suit's warmth during the cold mountain night, it was getting uncomfortable hot in the back of the police truck.

When they took her out of the truck, Ms. Gadai was waiting with Azra and another of the staff. After exchanging pleasantries, or something, with the officers in the local language, the police drove off. 

Still handcuffed, Olivia was led to sleeping quarters. Once in her room, Ms. Gadai uncuffed her, and her dirty fat suit was unlocked and removed. She knew the relief would be short lived, but it was still nice to change out of her dirty sweaty wool undergarment, relieve herself and take a shower. As much as Olivia knew she would be back in a fat suit, she never imagined what that fat suit it was going to be like.

After dressing Olivia in the wool undergarments, including socks and thin gives, Ms. Gadai bought out a huge mass of black fabric, mostly dull black, with parts in shiny hot pink. 

"This is a special fat suit for special girls like you. It's made directly for us in Germany. Say hello to your new discipline fat suit."

Olivia didn't have time to make out the shape of the new suit before Azra started to force her into it. The first thing Olivia noticed was that as her legs were inserted into the pants ofnthe suit, her feet didn't come out at the other end, there were some kind of bootie attached to the pants off her suit. When her arms were forced into the sleeves, her hands also remained trapped inside attached mittens. While on the outside it seemed that all her fingers other that her thumb were together, in the inside of the mitten every finger had an individual heavily quilted compartments. The mittens were very thick and she had trouble moving her fingers around.  As the rest of of the suit was being pull up over Olivia, she protested.

"Hey, you're putting it backwards!"

"No we're not, this one closes down the back. You'll see. I know it's a little intimidating, it does weight over five kilograms. But don't be frightened, it's for your own good.. and ours." Ms. Gadai said with a smirk.

It was not with kind hands that they put Olivia into the new fearsome looking fat suit. Olivia was too week to resist. 

They continued to pull up the suit over her head, and Olivia realized that the pink was all inside. The shiny satiny pink lining. The pink lining engulfed her vision until it was all dark. The all enclosing feeling of the store thick down garment was intoxicating. Olivia tried to pull her head through, but there was nowhere to go. Was she going to suffocate inside this monstrosity? Finally a pin point of light appeared, and then a second one. Soon Olivia learned that there were two small holes for her eyes, two more for her nostrils, and a larger one for her mouth. Olivia tried to shift around to see better, but the eye holes were small enough and the full face hood thick enough that she could barely see straight ahead. Olivia tried to calm herself as much as possible to slow her breathing, she was already hyperventilating trying to get enough air into her lungs through the small holes. Without Olivia realizing it, the zipper was pulled up from her waist to the crown of her head, making the suit more snug around her figure and sealing her inside the cumbersome suit. She didn't even hear the padlock click!

"I can't breathe!"

"Sure you can," Ms. Gadai scolded me. "Believe me, the slight present discomfort will be worth it in the future with a nice slender figure." 

Her outfit was completed with huge snow boots. Similar to her day to day ones, but larger to accommodate the thick booties in which her feet were encased. A full abaya was put on her, although there was no skin to cover, everything was covered by her fat suit. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a black alien looking mass. She tried to move around to test the limits of her confinement, funding the suit heavy and cumbersome. Not only was the suit a lot more "puffy", but the outside fabric seemed to be stiffer and heavier and her regular suit. While Olivia was contemplating her most recent predicament, Ms. Gadai announced that her discipline wasn't over:

"Now ... We're going to put you in the 'hot box'..."

... To be continued