His breathing was heavy as I caressed his neck with my lips. His tight jeans accented his bare chest and tight abs. He had already removed my shirt, revealing the black lacy bra I had picked up the night before from Victoria Secret. He lay there on my bed, eyeing my cleavage eagerly. The night was progressing better than I had planned.

Being a bigger girl in my teenage years, I received little if not any attention from the boys. The attention I did receive was limited to teasing and scowling. Since my High School days however, I have undergone gastric bypass surgery. Several years of strict food limitations and several plastic surgeries later, I now have the body of a goddess like my sister’s.  Unlike my sister however, due to my prior obesity I have been blessed with large breasts.

He moaned as I continued to lightly kiss down the length of his chest. I had merely met him that night at the local bar. Though he eagerly wanted to purchase drinks for me, I had to refuse. He was confused as to my presence there at the bar if I had no intention of drinking, but quickly shrugged it off after I began to flirt with him. I wasn’t about to explain to him that the last time I succumbed to just a small glass of wine last Thanksgiving, anyone who didn’t know me better would have assumed I was a winebibber. After the surgery, I learned that alcohol enters my bloodstream much more quickly than it had before.  Upon learning that I now get drunk four times faster than the average individual, I added alcohol to my list of non-consumables.

I kicked off my jeans, revealing my matching panties. He moaned again as he took in my gorgeous figure. Never before had a man looked so lustfully at me. I wasn’t about to tell him that I was still a virgin. Tonight was the first night I had gained the courage to venture out and seek a sex partner. It was my birthday, and I had finally made the decision to do something for myself that I had never been given the opportunity to experience.

He began to kiss me ferociously, when suddenly my phone began to violently vibrate on the nightstand. I tried to ignore it, but my eyes averted just long enough to catch that the caller was Aunt Alice. I suddenly found myself distracted. I was surprised how quickly my libido vanished. I rarely ever heard from Aunt Alice. Why was she calling at such a late hour?

The phone stopped vibrating, but the moment was already lost. I began to simply go with the motions, but I was no longer having any fun. Suddenly, the phone started to vibrate again. It was Aunt Alice again.

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Something’s wrong.

I pushed him off of me, “Hang on, I gotta get this.”

“Come on, baby!” he insisted, “Just ignore it!”

“I said hang on.”

He stared at me incredulously as I answered her call, “Hey Alice. Is everything okay?”

“It’s your sister.” she sighed heavily, “She’s been admitted to Saint Mary’s.”

“What?” I stammered as I stood from the bed and began to pace the floor, “What for?”

“We’re not sure yet. The doctors are still doing tests.”

“What happened?” I asked anxiously.

“I got a call from her little girl saying that her mommy fell and wouldn’t get up.” she explained, “I rushed over there and found Emma unconscious on the kitchen floor. After the paramedics arrived, they raced her to the hospital.”

I was without words. I stared at the half-naked man on my bed, seething with frustration. Even without actually being here, Emma managed to ruin everything for me again.

“Stacy, I need you.” Alice insisted, “Little Anna won’t stop crying.”

“All right,” I let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll see you soon.”

*             *             *

Alice paced the floor of the waiting room anxiously. Though it was nearing midnight, her anxiety kept her wide awake. Little Anna was fast asleep on a nearby bench. The hospital only allowed one visitor in Emma’s room at a time, which had been her husband for the past hour.

When Alice had last seen Emma’s condition, she was still unconscious and hooked up to an array of monitors and IV drip lines. She was even being supplied with oxygen because her heart rate had been so shallow. Over the past year Emma had been admitted multiple times, but this time felt different. Alice wasn’t entirely sure what drove her to call Stacy to let her know of her sister’s most recent hospitalization, but she couldn’t shake this feeling of dread.

Over the years Alice had tried multiple times to address her concerns of how dangerously thin Emma appeared, but she often confused the concerns as compliments. It wasn’t until her first hospitalization last year that she was officially diagnosed with a condition of Anorexia Nervosa. Unfortunately, the condition was not well understood by many doctors or even psychologists. She was supplied with anti-anxiety medications, but Emma’s bad eating habits had been ingrained for nearly her entire life.

The double doors suddenly opened, and Alice stopped pacing as she saw Robert’s forlorn figure slowly walking toward her with his head held low.

“Robert,” she whispered, “How is she?”

He raised his head to reveal the tears that had streamed down his cheeks. His eyes were bloodshot and appeared empty. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He erupted in tears as Alice reached to embrace him. Alice’s stomach dropped, and her worst fears were realized.

“She’s…” he sobbed uncontrollably, “gone.”