Chapter 3 - Part 3 – Wrath (Ira)

(Continued from chapter 2)

-The fat bitch is eating almost ten times as much as I am and she’s the one getting to sleep with my husband, Felicia cursed out loud in her car one night after the door has closed.

As time went by, Felicia got more and more jealous, envious and obsessed about Danielle. She wanted to keep an eye on the fat cow as much as possible and that meant eating a huge lunch every followed by a visit to the bakery, followed by a visit to a buffet. Felicia passed 150 pounds without even taking notice. All she could think about is that fat slob and her husband.

Part 3 Wrath (Ira)

After following Danielle around for a month, Felicia can’t take it anymore. Something has to be done before she loses everything. She can’t get any joy from her possessions or lovers anymore, not even yelling to the maiden feel good anymore. Only thing making her feel good these days is food. Spying on the fat cow, Felicia exposed herself to many treats she had not been aware of before, one of them being chocolate.

She could feel the focus of her greed switch from having sex with her lovers to food. In many ways food is a much better lover: you can get it any time you want, as much as you want and as long as you want; it never lets down nor do you have to listen to stupid things about your looks or tolerate having your breasts groped. Felicia had all but forgotten how fat she had been before her teenage years and sexual awakening. Before she had gotten interested about boys and what they thought about her looks, she had been satisfying her endless greed with cakes, pies, ice cream, chocolate bars, chips, burgers and as a result she was quite the butterball. Then her baby fat transformed into big boobs and hips and she realized what men wanted, she gave up on food and started to feast on men that never turned her down.

So on many evenings Felicia opted to lay alone on her massive bed, treating herself with a huge box of imported chocolates instead of having sex with the pool man or gardener or tennis coach or some of George’s business associates. Eating chocolate and thinking about Danielle.

One morning Felicia woke up groggily beside a big empty box of chocolates. She noticed how a new roll of flab formed on her belly as she sat on her bed.

-This has got to end, she said out loud and grabbed an inch of fat with both hands.

But how? Then it hit her, a way to free herself from the nightmare the fat cow had caused her. Felicia called a guy she’d pinned as useful earlier due to his mafia connections and asked him over “for a cup of coffee”. Naturally he came over and they ended up negotiating in the bedroom.

Jason grabbed her new love handles and laughed: -Looks like you need a diet, Felicia. I always liked you a bit curvy, but these ain’t curves, this is fat.

Normally she would have insulted the fucker back, but not this time. Him grabbing the soft fat around her waist drove her to an unexpected genuine orgasm and while she was having it, her mind was filled with images of Danielle eating, rubbing her huge fat belly, waddling slowly...and finally the pictures with her on top of her husband, huge rolls of fat resting on him, overflowing him.

-I want you to take out this woman, Felicia said and gave Jason one of the pictures with Danielle clothed.

-It will cost you, but I bet that is not a problem, Jason said and folded the picture in his pocket.

A week later it was done. Danielle was no more. Felicia found herself where she usually was at 9am, sitting in her car outside Danielle’s apartment. Only now no one came out. Felicia was waiting to start feeling normal again, but instead she felt weirder and weirder. The cravings hadn’t ended, instead they were worse than ever. Even after eating four fried eggs, 4 strips of bacon, 2 slices of toast and OJ, Felicia could feel her greed pulling her towards the bakery she had observed for so long without never going inside.

She sniffed, rose out of the car, adjusted her too small pants and headed towards the bakery. All she could think of was the smell of freshly baked morsels, the soft round arcs of glazed donuts, the contour of puff pastries filled with whipped cream, the taste of the greasy and sweet dough. Felicia was trembling when she entered the bakery.