Bay for pigs

Chapter 2 - triton

He called Tia when he got to the door because he knew knocking wasn’t gonna make it up two flights or penetrate the bustling music he could hear from the window above. The call rang twice then went to voicemail. A few seconds later there was a thundering down the stairwell and the door in front of him flung open to reveal a short girl with umber skin and a dark curly bob. The ball of energy burst out from the doorway and embraced him with a tight squeeze and a cutesy “awwwe Twiton”. All he could do in return was blush and mutter a quite “happy birthday” with the last bit of breath he had in him.

“How was the drive?”, she asked as they climbed up the stairs. Tia’s apartment was pretty unreal considering the current housing market in that part of the world. She wasn’t loaded as it made her seem, but her techie ex was. The silver lining to the break up was his benevolent gesture of paying out the rest of the lease from his native Barcelona. The result was a spacious two bedroom apartment all to herself in one of the most expensive corners of the world. It would have been a crime if she wasn’t a black East Bay native in the world epicenter of gentrification.

“It was alright. Longer than I like to be in a car, but worth the trip”. It was always a beautiful drive down the coast, it almost made the three and a half hours worth it, but he was glad to be out of the car. It was also really nice getting off the farm and being in the East Bay for the weekend. Triton wasn’t much into urban living, but Oakland was a pretty unique and special spot and Tia always knew how to show him a good time there whenever he did find a break in the unending schedule of running a farm. They had been best friends since college and so he was obligated to make the trip south for her birthday, and honestly glad to do it.

When they turned the corner into the kitchen he was mildly disappointed to see a couple people already there. It was Ben, Tia’s former (or maybe ongoing?) booty-call, and Isabell, a mutual friend, though much closer to Tia. It wasn’t that he disliked either person, although Ben could be a little too-cool-for-school, but he was hoping for a little alone time with his old friend.

“Do you want a drink? Let me make you a drink!”, insisted Tia. He could use a drink after that long drive and the eminent requirement to kibitz, plus Tia used to bartend and was an admitted lush and so was known to mix a killer cocktail. He followed her into the next room where the drinks and snacks resided. As a lush, Tia had about every cocktail accoutrement you could imagine, additionally she was a whiz in the kitchen and an avid baker so the snack table was well stocked, but there was something new in the room he did not recognize.

She was next to and closely studying the snack table. Triton did not recognize her and she didn’t seem to notice anybody else entering the room, being fully enraptured by the bounty before her. It seemed like she had been at it for a while, as evidenced by her full mouth and additional gallate-type pastry on queue. It also seemed to be a regular activity, as evidenced by the shape and curves of figure he saw before him.

Her dark hair was tied up in a messy bun with a few wavy bangs hanging down to frame her softly featured face. She had a round but, Triton thought, pretty face with a snub nose that was ever-so-slightly upturned, giving her a slightly piggy look, which seemed to suit her well. She wasn’t very tall but had long legs which were thin in proportion to her upper half, but her thighs still had a satisfying thickness too them, and were encased in denim which fit a little more snuggly than they were originally intended, which to Triton suggested that maybe they were purchased a few indulgences ago. He was willing to bet there was a soft muffin top hidden just above the straining waistband of those old jeans, but that view was hidden under a frustratingly loose and flowy floral blouse. But upon second glance the blouse was not loose enough to cover the feature that she most wanted it to hide. He spotted the smooth roundness stubbornly pressing out against the ruffled, layered fabric of the blouse, indicating to the keen observer that there was an ample tummy that demanded attention. Triton wanted nothing more in the world than to cross the room and lift up that selfish blouse and get a look at that big ball of flab, and while he was at it, why not take a handful and give it a gratifying jiggle. A belly like that demanded to be fed and was used to getting what it wanted, so why couldn’t he have a turn indulging it? Feeding this voracious stranger everything that she so clearly wanted until that belly was bloated beyond the confines of that silly blouse. Then he would rip off those straining jeans and-

“Oh hey Joey! I was wondering where you went. How are the gallettes?” asked Tia, snapping both the strangers out of their food related fantasies. “Have you too met before? I can’t remember”.

Joey’s gaze shot up from the spread and stared up at Tia and then Triton with wide embarrassed eyes. “Uhn-uhn”, she managed to mutter through the load of sweet pastry she was trying desperately to get down into that belly that had so mesmerized Triton a moment ago.

Triton, for his part, had rarely seen anything cuter in his life than this fat girl caught feeding. He had always been into fat girls and particularly girls who enjoyed eating, though he sadly had never had any luck engaging with them in the ways he wanted too. For one, he was just terribly intimidated by them for the very fact that he found them so attractive. He always got tongue tied when trying to talk and so had to settle for his default aloof pseudo-coolness. The next problem that he was thin and lanky. He did have a bit of muscle and a fairly good build, which met certain conventional standards, but the maidens who fit his unconventional tastes seemed to prefer proportionally unconventional males. And even if he did encounter a thick mistress who favored the thin muchachos, his forced aloofness probably made him seem like a fit asshole who didn’t want anything to do with a fatty. At least that was the problem as he saw it (which was really the problem itself) so he had always had to settle for women of his own body-class… who he subtly and persistently, but ultimately, futilely tried to fatten himself.

“Hey… I’m Triton.”