Heart of Lard

Chapter 1 - Heart of Lard / 1

He kissed her, in the dark.
He grabbed the rolls of fat on her back, which with the last forty pounds she gained had started to hang down, covering her hips. He hugged them in some way she couldn't explain, as if they had fattened right under his hands. It made her feel enormous, and small, all at the same time. And oh, how all of this ignited in her the urge to get even fatter.
"What happened?" she asked, with a breath of a voice, her heart racing. "I'll leave you some time to chew on it," he said, pulling another bag out of nowhere. "Open it later, I have to go now."
And she didn't have time to realize how she'd been left practically motionless, not until her obese, weak legs brought her back to reality. She would have to drag herself to the bedroom, but not before grabbing some snack cakes and the Nutella, struggling to move through the house from the overwhelming fullness after that evening. "Did he force me or did he encourage me?" she kept repeating to herself in front of the mirror, as if to cover the image of his gaze, a gaze that kept returning to the memory of every bite she had taken, and the taste it had left in her mouth.
Every remembered bite seemed to vanish into her taut stomach after the stuffing. She was getting turned on, sitting in front of that mirror that had watched her double chin explode, ten pounds at a time. She felt huge, she felt like a woman; the weight of her satisfied, obese belly, the straps of her bra sinking deep into the fat. And as she brushed her hair, she uncovered her shoulders. They had never seemed so fat to her, and she was overcome with the desire to feel his hands grabbing them again, but how could he have even managed?
How did he manage to pick on so much lard, it surprised and embarrassed even me, she told to herself, and fuck, he noticed. "I see perfectly well how you move." Same old bullshit. "And it's all too easy, considering how little you clearly move at all." Asshole. She repeated it to herself and shoved the last snack cake from the packet into her mouth, just so she wouldn't smile, breathing heavily, her blood sugar skyrocketing, as she reached for her rabbit. The phone vibrated. "Good girl," the notification said. And she chewed and gulped down with even more fervor, relentlessly.