Jesus Christ this is so... I don't even know what to call it. Is there a word that encapsulates how gross, dumb, nasty, feckless, financially reckless and deranged this Montreal Hotel Toe-Riddle Cat Mountain Potential Fuckfest with a Stranger episode is?
Gonna be blunt: We joke that no one will kidnap Chantal because if it takes five men to lift her into a trunk that she can't even fit into without bungy-cording the trunk closed, it's not worth the effort. But that is likely one of the main reasons she may escape these horribly unwise sexual encounters. Say you're a deviant who wants to choke a bitch to death and then dispose of her body. You ain't picking 450 pound women as victims unless you live alone in a free-standing house next to a pig farm or alligator infested swamp. How can a twink, or even several twinks, get a dead Chantal out of an apartment without detection? Just getting her into a place with drainage so you can dismember her is going to be nearly impossible. There is no suitcase large enough to cram her torso into. You can't drag her dismembered corpse out piece by piece in 20 trashbags without the neighbors noticing. And if you don't get her out of there in 36 hours, the smell of decomposing body fat is going to cause your neighbors to show up with pitchforks and torches. Plus let's just be real - if you plan to kill Chantal after fucking her, you don't let her eat five meals before you choke her out because the resulting mess is going to be Biblical in its horribleness. Hercules in the Augean stables would have had an easier time clearing out the horse shit than disposing of an overfed Chantal's mess when her sphincter lets loose.
I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have typed all that out but I feel fairly strongly that if Chantal is going to continue to try to bait Nader in this manner, by meeting random men, getting baked and drunk, and then staying over, the best possible thing she can do to stay alive in the short term is to keep on eating. It will kill her over time but a smaller Chantal with an empty stomach is more likely to end up on the evening news as the latest victim of the Small-Fat Bitch Butcher. So keep eating, cow of ours - your life depends on it.