It’s funny what can happen in a year isn’t it? Just a year ago I wouldn’t have dreamed about standing outside Tesco on a Bank Holiday morning at 8:45, waiting for it to open. I’d feel a little self-conscious if there were anyone else around - I must look a bit strange, but there’s no-one else here, just me and my girlfriend Ivy.
Yes, what a difference a year makes. It had been a year to the day that I had found out about Ivy’s secret, her fetish if you will. Her need to get fat. What had started out as a secret love affair with food and gaining weight had been thrust out into the open through my catching her in the act of gorging herself and challenging her.
