A slave to her fetish

chapter 6

2 days later Michael returned home, and the first thing he wanted to do when he got back was take Christina out to eat.
When they got to the local gourmet restaurant, Christina ordered her usual: spaghetti bolognaise. She began to eat with reckless abandon, while Michael ate nothing and watched Christina devour her food. Tonight he noticed that she was being particularly messy, getting food all over her face and even some on her blouse. After she finished her first plate, Christina started in on a second plate of spaghetti bolognaise.
Suddenly, she looked up from her eating and saw someone very familiar walk in and sit down. It was Andy, but he was not alone. A very pretty girl with a Barbie-doll figure was with him. Christina felt her stomach drop. She slowly put down her fork.
"I'm done." she said quietly.
"Finish it." Michael said sternly, pointing at her plate.
"I can't. I'm full." Christina said.
Michael's eyes flashed with anger. "I know what you can eat. Don't think that I didn't notice how you cleaned out the kitchen while I was gone. Now eat like the pig that I know that you are." he whispered.
He pointed sternly at her plate again, and slowly Christina finished the rest of her meal.

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As she ate, she watched Andy and the pretty girl talking and laughing together. And Andy looked happy, truly happy.
She found herself wishing that he would have been that happy when he was with her, but she knew that she was really fucked up and that she could never have made him truly happy. Watching the 2 of them together made her sick, and she really wished that Andy would leave.
Finally, Christina had swallowed the last bite of spaghetti bolognaise on her plate.
"Good piggy." Michael said reaching under the table to jiggle her belly which made her burp so loud that everyone in the restaurant turned to look at her, including Andy.
They made eye contact, and Christina felt a lump in her throat. She turned her head away. She felt so disgusting, and she wanted to die.

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When she and Michael got out to the car, Michael helped Christina into the passenger seat and then got into the driver's seat. Michael reached over and lifted her shirt, and then he started pinching her fat and making comments about how greedy she was.
While he was doing this, Christina looked out the window to see Andy and his girlfriend standing by the car next to theirs. Andy was holding her in his arms and kissing her gently, and hot tears began to roll down Christina's cheeks.
Michael noticed her crying, and lifted her chin so that she was looking right at him.
"What's the matter princess?" he asked her.
"I can never have what I want!" Christina choked out.
Michael reached over to gently rub her belly.
"Don't worry. I restocked the kitchen, so when we get home... as a special treat... tonight I will let you have whatever you want." Michael said in a tantalizing whisper.
And although Christina knew it was greedy and piggish and disgusting, she felt her groin twitch in response to this. That was when she realized that the only thing that was truly in control was her fetish. Even when she had thought she had control over Andy, it was really her fetish having control over her. Christina was a slave to her fetish.