chapter 12

My dad got home just as we were laying the table with the golden focaccia and mountainous plates of gnocchi. My mum playfully slapped my dad’s hand away as he tried to grab a piece of focaccia before washing up. I felt a rush of genuine tenderness for them. They still seemed so very much in love after so many years and all the changes life brought.

He turned towards me and his smile faded a little and I saw a disappointment that was unfamiliar to me darken his eyes a little but my mum gave him a look and all he said was: “We missed you last night.”

I ducked my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed of the stress and worry I had caused them.

My dad rolled up his sleeves and ate a big forkful of gnocchi. “I can’t stay long, I’m afraid.”

Before either of us could say anything he continued. “I need to go back down to the shop. I’ve had two sick call for tonight. Two. So I’ve only got that part-time high school kid I hired last week for one of the busiest nights of the week.” He shook his head in disgust. “Just that one kid for a Saturday night.”

My mother chewed her piece of focaccia thoughtfully. “Isn’t this the second time Mario has phoned in sick this month?”

My dad nodded with a grim smile. “Always seems to be the weekend shifts that don’t agree with him, funnily enough.”

“Honestly, it’s so hard to find reliable people these days. Maybe I should start helping out in the shop more. Make it a real family business again.”

My dad almost choked on his mouthful of food. We both knew how ridiculous an idea it was that she would be able to work in the shop.

Wiping his mouth with his napkin, he shook his head hastily. “No, no, Bella, we’ve been through this. I don’t want you or Marina to have to work down there. Long hours, on your feet all day, the heat from the fryers - and don’t get me started on dealing with the drunks at the weekend. It’s not a place for my girls.”

They continued to argue on the subject a while longer, seeming to forget that I was even there. I turned my attention to my food. I knew I shouldn’t be eating like this, I knew it was all drenched in calorie rich butter, oil and lard. Sinfully fattening and guaranteed to pile more pounds of blubber onto my already obese body but I couldn’t resist. I craved the comfort and indulgence of fattening food and a full belly and I knew that once I started I wouldn’t stop until my plate was clean and I was stuffed to bursting.

By the time I had cleared my plate, I was well past the point of being comfortably full. I felt sick and gross, my painfully bloated belly pressed against my jeans as the waistband cut deeply into my fat. I just wanted to lie down and soothe my swollen belly but my dad had other ideas.

“You go and relax, Bella, Marina and I will take care of the dishes.” he said, giving me a pointed look.

I busied myself clearing the table and filling the sink. I half expected that he might go back to work and leave me to it but instead he leaned against the counter and watched me.

“You know you had your mother worried sick last night.” He said.

“I know, I’m sorry.” But I began to feel a prickle of irritation. How many times were they going to make me apologise? God forbid I should do anything like a normal young person for once.

“It just isn’t like you, Mimi.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back to being boring before you know it.” I couldn’t keep the edge of irritation out of my voice this time.

He looked surprised for a moment and then laughed. “You know, you never ever gave your mother and I any trouble. Even as a baby, everyone commented on how you were so quiet. Good as gold. You slept through the night straight away.”

I pretended to focus on scrubbing a particularly stubborn spot out of a pot but he continued anyway.

“I guess we just aren’t used to seeing you grow up. It’s not easy, seeing you be your own person, doing your own thing. Not needing us for every little thing anymore.” He paused. “I know it’s been hard on your mother. I guess she feels there’s a distance that wasn’t there before, like we don’t know what’s going on with you any more.”

“Honestly, there’s nothing exciting going on in my life. If that ever changes, I promise you and mum will be the first to know. Happy?” I still couldn’t keep the edge out of my voice. I wasn’t used to speaking so sharply to my dad but I hoped it would make him back off.

“This isn’t about some dumb boy is it?”

I gave him a pointed look. “Dad, I thought we talked about this.”

He raised his hands and bowed his head apologetically. “Or girl. The girls can be just as stupid as boys these days.”

“I was out with a friend from work and lost track of time. That’s all.”

“I know you think I’m interfering. I don’t need to hear every detail but you can’t blame your old dad for wanting to make sure you’re with someone who appreciates you.”

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Here were my parents convinced I must be behaving differently because I had found someone when the reality couldn’t be further from the truth.

I shut off the hot water tap, trying to bring an air of finality to the conversation.

“I’m sorry if I’ve worried you both but if I don’t say anything then it’s really only because there’s really nothing to tell. I wish my life was as interesting as you seem to think it is.”

Finally alone in my room, I suddenly felt exhausted. I had a shower and lay on my bed. I wanted to sleep but I found myself restless. I was a true pig, consumed by food, fat and sex. I couldn’t just go to bed satisfied with a full belly. I reached for my phone and scrolled through image after image of gorgeously full bodied fatties, flaunting their bulging bellies, their big, jiggling thighs and their swelling asses. I could not resist running my hands along my own thick, heavy rolls of flesh. This is what gluttony had done to me and I wanted more of it.

That piggish part of me that want wants nothing more than to give into temptation, to wallow in greed and desire was awake and demanded satisfaction. I pulled open the drawer where I hid all my secret snacks and pulled out a box of chocolate cupcakes, then I reached towards the back and pulled out something even more secret: a dildo and a bottle of lube.

I knew my out of control gluttony was ruling my life. I knew I was already a total pig. So huge, so fat, so heavy. I knew I had to stop eating like this. I knew I certainly wasn’t hungry. But still I craved food like an addict. It wasn’t even the taste that I craved in that moment, it was the illicit thrill of the forbidden, of being a greedy, naughty piggy.

I got down on my hands and knees on the bed and stuffed one of the cupcakes into my mouth, the sticky chocolate cake and thick, fudge-y frosting coating my tongue. Then with my free hand I reached to push the lube slick dildo inside of me. It was quite the stretch for me, reaching past my hanging belly and the plump mound of my fupa but it was worth it. I gasped a little at the coolness of the lube as I inched the cock inside me. Once I had taken its full length, I let my fantasies take hold.

I imagined her grabbing handfuls of my flabby ass cheeks as I filled my mouth with another decadent bite of chocolate cake. “All that eating is only going to make this big, fat ass even wider, Porky.”

“But then these hips are plenty wide as well, you greedy pig. In fact, you’re big all over. Maybe we should see how big?” I felt the measuring tape slither between my legs, cool as she coils it around my thigh. I heard her tut. “That’s another 2 inches since I measured you last. Keep eating like this and your thighs will soon be bigger than my waist.”

The disgust in her voice only made me cram the food into my mouth all the more desperately, my cheeks bulging with hundreds of calories was the only thing that suppressed my moans as my other hand worked the dildo.

She took a meaty pinch of the thickest part of my upper arms as she pulled the measuring tape so tight that it pressed deeply into my fat. “Your arms are thicker than most girls’ thighs. Did you know that, fatty? They’re so saggy that they’re practically dripping with flab. Do you feel them wobbling as you stuff more food into your greedy mouth.”

“I swear you’re fatter every time I see you. Just look at the gut on you,” she reached forward, her hips grinding against my ass and shook a generous roll of fat. “My God, fatty, I’m going to need a bigger measuring tape for you, you’re simply enormous. You can barely reach past your belly to touch yourself but still you just won’t stop piling on the pounds.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I thought as I edged closer to orgasm. “I’m just a big, fat greedy girl. An insatiable pig growing fatter by the day.”

I rolled over onto my back, the effort of supporting my own weight and reaching past the bulge of my belly was exhausting and my hand was beginning to cramp. It was shameful, my body was so bound by blubber, so encased in lard that I was sweating and panting with exertion just to touch myself but the thought only made my head swim and soon I was coming hard.