porky penny

chapter 1

I wasn't always like this. I used to be fit. I used to be thin. I used to have my life under control. I wasn't always what I am now.
Not that I was always thin. I wasn't skinny as a child. I was a chubby little girl with pale skin and ginger hair, an out of shape kid with a round gut and a wobbling second chin. I loathed any form of exercise and spent my time on my fat bottom, my eyes glued to some shiny screen or other. I loved nothing quite so much as stuffing my face with cookies and candy. I loved food. I loved to eat. I loved how bloated my tummy would get when I packed it full of fatty foods.
Though the idea of obesity was strangely enticing to me I wasn't happy with my body. Other kids made fun of me. Even my friends joked about my body. They would tease me and make up stupid nicknames. Instead of Penelope they called me Porky Penny.
I was a naïve and insecure girl. I wanted people to like me, so I played along. I pretended that their jokes didn't hurt me, that they didn't cut me to the very core of my being. I lived my life as a walking fat joke.
My friends weren't the only ones who disapproved of my weight. My mom had never liked fat people. She was a fit woman who'd never found it hard to keep in shape. To her fat was a sign of weakness, of laziness, and of a lack of character. She tried her best to love and support me. But I could tell that she was disappointed in me and my fat body.
She would criticise me and comment on my weight. She veiled her harsh words in a cloak of kindness and motherly concern. But her message got through loud and clear. I wasn't good enough; I wasn't thin enough or fit enough. My body was unacceptable.
In the end it was just too much. Years of jokes, insults, and veiled criticisms had eroded any love I'd ever had for my body. Once I hit fifth grade I'd made up my mind; I was either gonna lose the weight or die trying.
It was hell at first. Harder than anything I'd ever done. Years of gluttony and sedentary living had left my body hopelessly unsuited to any form of exercise. There where many times when I wanted to give up. To just give into my appetite and gorge myself on all the candy I could find. But with my mom there to help me I managed to push through. Slowly the pounds started to melt off my figure. By the time I reached high school I was, for the first time in my life, finally thin.
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Ukchubs 1 month
This is amazing
Iread247 4 years
I enjoy this everytime I read this. If not because you are a wonderful writer but also because the main character has my name.
Fatlilboy 8 years
Latest one so great! Keep it coming and stuffing. The BDSM factor is HOT!!
Jazzman 8 years
Great Chapter! Well written.
Fatlilboy 8 years
Now the fun begins. Can't weight to see how big she gets under Michael's stuffing hand.
Biddygal 8 years
glad you are keeping it going and can't wait to read more.
Jazzman 8 years
I'm trying to remember how much she weighs.
Your ability to turn a phrase. Create a mental image. And delve into psychological aspects is marvelous. Can't wait for the next chapter.
Eponymous 8 years
Thanks! This one's getting to be a lot longer than I'd planned. I thought I might be able to get it done in five chapters. But it turned out to be a bit more... substantial than I'd planned. It ended up needing a bit more room to be able to fit.
GrowingLoveH... 8 years
Nicely done. It is so difficult to balance fantasy and reality, erotica and plot... but you do it all well!
Eponymous 8 years
Thanks! Glad to hear you like it. Let's hope it holds up all the way to the end.
Skittles 8 years
Great story congrats so far
Jktab 8 years
OFF TO A GREAT START CAN'T WEIGHT(LOL) TO SEE MORE
Eponymous 8 years
You're welcome @otherland78
This story isn't over yet though. poor Penelope's still got plenty of pounds to pile on.
FrecherTyp 8 years
very interesting and thanks for sharing ;-)

hehe i found it hot when she sneaked out at night toraid the frifge in her parents house ^^