Chapter 5 - misery loves company

SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS IN FOREVER, I'LL BE BETTER ABOUT THAT, HERE YOU GO AND ENJOY!

With every diet and starvation attempt concluding in utter failure, and with her weight only ever increasing no matter how much she sat and sulked about it, Trinity was starting to give in and accept her fate. Her soft little tummy rested heavily, an accumulating burden, in her chunky lap, and waves of cellulite-riddled fat drooped from the girl's plush arms.

She shoveled spoonful after spoonful of whipped-cream-slathered cherry pie into her greedy mouth, absentmindedly consuming the entire thing. When she finished, there was a slight bellyache, a tiny protesting whine, but nothing like it was before. Trinity wasn't entirely too late from reclaiming her former body, but with every bite, every binge, and every surrender to the call of her stomach, she was getting closer to forever losing any hope of redemption. She was growing steadily and nicely, filling out into a round, mindless little cow, a piglet that knew nothing but food.

When Mom discovered the empty pie dish, she was livid.
"Trinity! You naughty thing, you hideous little PIG! Look at you! Look at the monster you've become! Why, you're growing sideways faster than you are growing up, and my have you become a huge girl! What will the rest of the family think when they see how you've let yourself go? Hmm?? What will they think of your obesity, all those fat rolls flopping all over the place? You think you're attractive being a little food-addicted heifer, huh? Is that it? You want to try being chubby and fat and DISGUSTING like you are now??"

Trinity screamed and threw herself at her mother, bowling the thin, middle-aged woman over easily and pinning her against the kitchen wall. Her swollen breasts, now a D cup, wobbled in Mom's face, wads of dough with a thick valley of cleavage bulging fleshily in between. A meaty hand grasped Mom's shoulder firmly, anchoring her into the wall and allowing no escape.

"Listen to me, you bitch," Trinity growled, bulldog jowels jiggling ever so slightly, "You don't bother asking me what's wrong, you don't bother giving two shits about me or my problems, and all you ever do is NAG, nag, nag, nag! Well guess what? If I have to get fat, guess who's going to join me? You."

Mom shook her head, eyes wild and fearful. "Trinity, honey, no, you've lost your mind-"

Trinity laughed, but there was no amusement to be found in her dry, sinister cackle.

"Mother, dear, I lost my mind ever since the day I started to gain this dreaded weight, but you couldn't care less about helping me, so now you're going to suffer the consequences. If my ship has to sink, yours is drowning with it. We're going to get nice and plump together, whether you like it or not. THEN we shall see what the family thinks, eh? I'm sure this will be a wonderful bonding experience for the two of us..."