chapter 5

“Hunny, I’m home!” I chime as I walk through the front door.

“Baby,” you grunt from the couch, “mmph baby I’m in here. Did you bring me snacks?”

“Of course I brought you snacks, my greedy little piggy.” I walk toward you with a bucket of KFC chicken, a large mashed potatoes and gravy, a Big Mac with fries, and 2 XL cokes.

You grunt and lick your lips. Your food-stained t-shirt rides up over your huge gut. As you lean forward to get your food, the elastic on your waistband snaps and you turned bright red.

“Uh oh. I’m not sure my piggy needs this snack,” I tease. “Did you outgrow your big fatgirl sweatpants? What a hog.”

You whimper and lick your lips reaching for the food.

“Oh is this what the pig wants? All this greasy fast food? Maybe you should get up off the couch and come get it then. Or are you too fat?”

“No,” you pant, rocking your weight forward to stand up. “I’m not too fat, I just, mmmph” you let out a huge burp as you stand up. Out of breath you take a step toward me with a hand on your gut. “Cmon babe, give it. I’m starving.” You huff and give up, collapsing back on the couch.

“What a fucking pig,” I say as I tray up your snacks and serve them to you on a small table. The moment the food is front of you, you grunt and dive right in. Your greedy, chubby hands desperately unwrap the Big Mac and cram it into your fat mouth. You use another hand to dip fries in mashed potatoes and gravy and lick the mess off your fingers to pick up your giant soda. It isn’t long before you finish everything. Your swollen gut hangs over your broken waistband and you have grease and gravy on your chins and belly.

“There. Is that better?” I ask as I rub your greasy belly. You moan and lick the food off of your face.

“Baby?” you ask, “mmph, that was just a snack, right?” You let out a long burp. “You’re still making me dinner too, right?”

“Yes baby,” I say as I slide my finger into your bellybutton and jiggle your gut. “Of course I’m going to make you dinner too. I’ll never stop spoiling you.”