Chapter 3 - the hunger

The alluring smell of the trough being filled bought Charlie sluggishly to all fours, and through thick soft mud, he waddled his fat self over as quick as his form would allow, belly dragging through the mud. He had been a pig for as long as he could remember and it felt right, especially being the largest pig in the pen. Inhaling the pigswill faster than the others in a haze, Charlie could just make out the faint familiar sound of his owner, the waitress.

Unbeknownst to Charlie, it was the loud gleeful sounds of his own oinking and squealing that woke him from his sleep. Confused, sweaty, hungry and unable to recall the nights dreams, Charlie got up and ready for work. Taking longer than usual as he felt somewhat sluggish and heavy, he managed to get to work just in time, although he had to skip breakfast. That whole morning was a struggle for Charlie and he felt different, like something was out of place. There was a constant itch on his mind and he couldn’t place a finger on it, to make matters worse, his hunger had gotten to the point where it was painful. While waiting for his lunch break, his thoughts recalled the previous night’s events at La Mangeoire with Emily. But he couldn’t remember her face, or what happened for the remainder of that night before he awoke this morning, all he could remember was the waitress Jenna, and her beauty.

It was lunch and Charlie wasted no time in heading out to get something to subdue his painful hunger. Determined to stick to his diet, the salad he ate did nothing, the sausage roll and crisps was too tempting to pass up especially as he was still starving, that didn’t work either. His lunch break was nearly up so he grabbed a pack of four doughnuts to have one or two in the office. Charlie struggled to focus that afternoon, thinking mostly of the waitress and his overwhelming hunger, the four doughnuts did nothing either. The constant itch and urge overcame him, he had to see the waitress again, it just felt right. He called the restaurant to book a table for one that evening, to his disappointment they were fully booked, although he managed to book a table the following evening.

Charlie was beyond starving when he finished work that evening, on his way home, he stopped for some supplies. Carried away in his hunger, Charlie bought enough food to feed a family of four for a week and in his choice of food, he completely forgot about his diet. On his drive home he ate another pack of doughnuts and as soon as he got in, he didn’t change from his work clothes or put any of the food away. Instead, he set everything down next to him on the sofa and he relentlessly ate everything within reach. The next morning Charlie woke again all confused and starving, but this time lying on the floor next his sofa surrounded by food wrappers.

With some effort he managed to stand and make his way to the bathroom to get ready for his last day at work before the weekend. In the bathroom, Charlie was met with several surprises. His belly met the sink much sooner than anticipated and looking in the mirror, Charlie leapt with shock. He now exhibited a much fatter self, his face looked softer and was covered in food, his chin looked larger, and taking off his work clothes, his entire body looked huge. Confused at the sight of himself and unable to recall the previous nights events, he stood on the scales to reassure himself that he was having an allergic reaction to something; to his despair, he was wrong as the scales read 278 pounds. “What the, how, I was 245 pounds last week”.