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Fat Girl

Growing up, Sara had always been that girl…the fat girl. The one the kids made fun of. The one who had no dates, no friends, and who had to endure the taunts, the humiliation, and the loneliness.

Her wealthy mother was a size 6, single parent who loved her only child, but did not get it, “How could such a smart girl, weigh 800 pounds?”  Neither Sara nor the myriad of doctors who tried to treat her obesity, got it either.

When her mother is diagnosed with terminal cancer, she needs someone to care for Sara after she dies. She turns to a handsome young attorney with a simple message; “You get $250,000 every year Sara stays alive.”

Seeing opportunity, the attorney enlists the aid of a former college roommate, now physician. They have a plan; it works, Sara loses weight. She also has vivid dreams.

Someone comes to her room each night and in the darkness and touches Sara. Then more. Things Sara has never experienced before. Initially repulsed by the touch, she begins to anticipate and long for the touch. But it was all a dream…or was it?

When Sara wakes a size 4, she tries to distinguish between dreams, fantasy and reality. And discover who came to her in the night.

Copyright © 2020 Mark Donahue. All Rights Reserved.

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Excerpt from Fat Girl

“​Okay Pat, I wrote it.”  — Mark Donahue

PROLOGUE

THE ROOM WAS QUIET EXCEPT FOR  the sound of mechanical breathing. On a reinforced double king size bed an object was seen in the semi-darkness. It was obscured by the gossamer curtains that fanned out 360 degrees and hung from the ceiling.

It could have been a leg. But gigantic, with skin that had the appearance of cottage cheese. something was attached to it. A foot? but where was the ankle?

The stupendous leg was attached proportionately to a much larger torso that was pasty white and covered with blue spider veins that traversed the body like roads on MapQuest. The utter size of the body was magnificent. Awe-inspiring. Unthinkably huge.

The body on the bed appeared to be a woman. She was spread eagle and wore a diaper of sorts made from sheets. Her face was encased in an impossibly large head, her mouth obscured by an oxygen mask, her brown hair was thin and pulled back. Her eyes were slits.

A door opened, and the sound echoed within the large room. Elaine Collins, age fifty-five and impeccably dressed, led thirty-six-year-old attorney Brandon Parrish to the side of the bed. She sipped bourbon and looked like a film-noir refugee; he looked  like a model from GQ.

Elaine turned on a light switch on the wall and  pulled back the curtain.

“Mr. Parrish, say hello to my daughter Sara, all eight hundred four pounds of her. What do you think, Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig?”  

Excerpted from Fat Girl by Mark Donahue, Copyright 2020. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. 

A morbidly obese girl is put into a coma by those who are financially rewarded as long as she’s alive. After 10 years she awakens a size 6 but her recurring dreams, filled with erotic feelings and visions, lead her to seek the truth, and if deserved, revenge.

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