Cindy’s story

Chapter 1 Happy? Birthday

Cindy

A young woman with blonde, shoulder length hair sat alone at her kitchen table, with a slice of white birthday cake before her. In the center of the table was a plastic serving plate with the remnants of a grocery store cake on it. There was one slice still on the ring, and the circular outline of a cake around it where it had once been. Cindy took a bite of her birthday cake. She was painfully full from a long day of indulgence. One ended by her eating enough cake for four people who were actually hungry. She felt no guilt for this gluttony, It was her 22nd birthday after all. Cindy's mom and dad couldn’t get the evening free, so they had taken her out for an early breakfast at the Early Bird cafe, then her best friend Cathy took her out for, well, breakfast, also at the Early Bird, not knowing that Cindy had eaten already. Cindy actually got the same waiter both times a tall man with brown hair and eyes. He wore a spotless uniform with a white shirt and a brown vest. Thankfully the waiter never said a word, even if he gave her a quizzical look as she ordered. Similarly, Cindy’s parents then took her out to lunch at noon, then her friend Cathy took her out for lunch again at 1:30. This time they were at different places even! Burger King, and Carl’s Jr. The two are similar enough, both standard fast food burger joints, but Cindy didn’t mind, she absolutely adored fast food. So, she simply chose to be silent when Cathy offered to pay for food. No, not silent, she said “That sounds great! Thanks Cathy!” Cindy felt full enough that her stomach hurt, but she felt an odd sense of purpose, she just had to have more. So she thought back to the events of the day before as she ate.

Cindy had been eating a lot on most days for the past month, she started overeating when her boyfriend Craig started to fight with her. He had even threatened to leave Cindy because she would joke about how she could never finish when they slept together. Cindy realized that was a low blow to most men. But Craig refused to try anything new for her, he only ever wanted to do missionary or cowgirl so he could watch her chest bounce. Worse still, he wouldn’t explore anything he thought was “weird.” Craig knew that Cindy was, well, a bit of a pervert. She’d told him that she generally couldn’t get off without indulging in some kind of kink, and she had a lot of them. Cindy liked S&M. Craig would try neither the S nor the M. She liked exhibitionism, the idea of watching eyes excited her to no end, but it disgusted Craig, so he wouldn’t even talk about it. Cindy understood that much at least, Craig was a very private man. Fine. Cindy tried to ask Craig about a dozen other things, role play, costumes, talking dirty, an open invitation for him to suggest something he thought was hot. She honestly loved fetishes for the sake of being fetishized. Cindy loved things that felt forbidden, unusual, and strange. She loved knowing that people would be obsessed with her and her actions, whether it was by love or hate. So she would ask Craig for anything but vanilla. Every question had the same answer, Craig consistantly refused to even consider trying something new. Out of frustration Cindy once responded to his refusal to even consider experimenting by shouting “Well, if you want to go off of just straight fucking then you should try being better in bed.” and stuck out her tongue like a petulant child. Craig didn’t even answer, he simply stormed out of the room.

Cindy had always eaten her emotions, her weight would yo-yo whenever something bad happened in her life, thankfully she hadn’t had any major tragedies in her life Cindy had only had one break up before, and it was cordial. Nobody she knew had ever died. There was no major illness in her friends or family, nothing. Hell, this little spat over sex was probably the worst thing she’d had happen to her thus far. Cindy knew she lead a charmed life, and was grateful for it. She was still frustrated as hell with her current situation, both in the sexual sense and the traditional one. So, it was no surprise that she had turned to food to feel better about this. Craig kept yelling when they spoke, Cindy kept eating after. Craig insisted on having sex at least twice a week, so Cindy ate. Craig just couldn’t seem to get Cindy to finish in bed, so Cindy ate. Then it all came to a head the day before Cindy’s birthday.

Craig had spent the night with Cindy the night before, the couple had slept together, and it was an unimpressive night for Cindy, as it always was. So Cindy ate a big meal, as she always did. Cindy sat at her table with three pancakes and some bacon on her plate, a similar plate of breakfast foods was laid out for Craig when he got up. When he did get up Craig went to the kitchen to find Cindy at the table with breakfast. Craig sat down and looked at Cindy and the two plates of food. There was a third plate in the center of the table with three pancakes stacked in the middle of it. Around this plate was a butter dish, a bottle of syrup, and an empty cup for Craig. Cindy had a glass of chocolate milk for herself.

Craig came in to see Cindy eating. Cindy cut through her stack of pancakes, taking a section of all three. The section was slathered in butter and drowning in syrup already. Cindy stabbed her fork through the cut section, and crammed it into her mouth. Cindy loved breakfast foods in general, and this plate especially. It felt like each bite she took eased her dissatisfaction with life just a bit. Then Craig sat at his seat and spoke, “So,” as he took the top two pancakes off of his stack and returned them to the serving plate in the center of the table. “Three pancakes each? Isn’t that a bit much? No wonder you’ve been getting fat. I’d figured you would be on a diet by now.” Cindy exhaled, it was a long breath that made her frustration clear, she looked across the table at Craig. He was a small man in every sense of the word, he was short enough that Cindy looked down on him literally, and she was only 5’6.” He was thin. He was very thin actually, and he was small between his legs too. He had no confidence generally, he wouldn’t stand up to another man for anything, though he didn’t seem to have any problem talking down to Cindy. He had curly, thin, blonde hair that went down just over his pale, blue eyes. As she thought on this Cindy realized something, she had no respect for the man at all anymore. Cindy felt a defiant streak at being told to diet and picked up a particularly soft and fatty piece of bacon, she lowered the whole slice into her mouth, letting it fold and wiggle so it all fit as one mouthful, while maintaining eye contact with Craig the entire time. Cindy swallowed it whole, smiled, and pat her stomach, saying “Really?” and burping before she continued, “I was thinking I should have made more.” Then she smiled at Craig as she finished “Granted, I’m still hungry for more after last night too. That might be why i need this.” Then she took another bite of bacon and thought to herself. No, I can’t lower myself to his level, hell, I’m gonna leave him after my birthday if things don’t change in a big way, so I shouldn’t have to put up with the backbiting for long. Cindy shook her head and took another bite of her pancake, letting the butter slide down her throat slowly before she even began to chew the pancake stack itself. Cindy wanted to moan sexually, just to tease Craig, then thought better of it.

The two ate in complete silence until Craig finished one pancake and a slice of bacon, the only sounds he made were when his knife and fork hit the plate and when he got up to get some water. When he’d finished a single pancake Craig stood up and said “There. A normal sized breakfast. You should learn from this, I’ll stop eating at a healthy po-“ and stopped mid word as Cindy took another giant bite of pancake. Craig said something about Cindy being a pig, but she wasn’t paying attention to his words, she had already made up her mind on what she would do. Cindy stood up and walked toward Craig as she licked her lips, once she’d gotten within arm’s reach of Craig she put a hand on his shoulder, saying “Honestly, my dude, I don’t give a damn.” Then giggling a bit and saying “I think I got that quote wrong, but I don’t give a damn about that either, now get out of my house.” And pointing at the front door. Craig glared at Cindy and said “Fine.” As he went to the door.

Cindy’s mind returned to the present as she licked the icing off of her fork, mumbling “I still can’t believe he came back after that.” She said as she shot a glare at the scale he had given her during what would be the last time she had him in her house. Next Cindy thought back to her birthday party that day.

Cindy got home from her second lunch and immediately laid down on her couch to let her stomach settle. She didn’t mean to take a nap, but she ended up sleeping anyway. Cindy was woken up by her doorbell and checked the time on her phone as she got up, 5:48PM “How long did I sleep for?” she said before shrugging and saying “Guess I needed it.” As she walked to the door. Cindy only had one friend she expected today, Cathy. Upon opening the door Cindy was proven right. Cathy was tall for a woman, but not freakishly so. She was just shy of six feet tall by Cindy’s estimation, with long, brunette hair, and she was a bit chunkier than Cindy too, but she wore it well, “all the right junk in all the right places.” To steal a line from a song. Cindy was kind of jealous of Cathy to be honest, but the girl was too nice to hold it against her.

The woman had already promised to buy three meals for Cindy that day. So she was not even slightly surprised when she saw Cathy at the door, carrying two boxes from the local pizza joint, big Joey’s, and a large cardboard box from Stater Bros. Cathy said “Hey Cindy! Happy birthday! Pizza and cake!” jostling her boxes for emphasis. Cindy laughed and said “It’s like I’m a kid again.” Cathy pouted and put her hands on her hips for Cindy to say “That is NOT a complaint, I love pizza and cake. You know me, the less healthy it is the more I like it.” And Cindy gave Cathy a shit eating grin before saying “It’s a wonder I’m not a thousand pounds.” And lightly slapped her stomach loudly saying “one twenty eight.” Just then the doorbell rang, Cathy said “That Craig you think?” Cathy had no idea how things went the day before. She was about to find out some of it though.

Cindy opened the door to reveal Craig, who was standing there with a gift wrapped box that had an enveloped card tied to it. He mumbled “closer to one sixty,” before he signed and said “Hey Sin, happy birthday.” While holding out the box. Cindy took it and leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, more out of habit than anything. Craig let Cindy kiss him, but his face showed clear displeasure. Cathy took a mental note that they were in a bad place right now, but said nothing. That feeling was only proven more strongly as Cindy tried to put on a show of being a happy couple, only for Craig to continue his stance of barely tolerating her existence, while staying as quiet as he could.

After ten minutes of the girls talking as Craig crossed his arms and moped Cindy said “Okay, let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.” And went to the table, where Cathy had set down the pizza and cake. Her guests followed her wordlessly and sat down. Cindy ate pizza at a much faster speed than she normally would, Cathy said nothing on the matter, though she definitely noticed Cindy eat three and a half slices in the time it took her to eat one. Craig had eaten one in this time as well. He stopped and looked at Cathy as he said “Hey Cath, how’s it going?” Cathy was mildly annoyed, Craig had a habit of giving people nicknames they didn’t really like, this was nothing new.

Craig’s attempt to talk to Cathy ended when he saw Cindy reach for a fourth slice of pizza. He turned to Cindy and closed the pizza box, saying “Don’t be a pig.” Cindy shot Craig the most venomous glare she could muster as she slapped his hand away, saying “This is MY house.” And opening the box as she continued “Forget four slices, I’ll eat four whole pizzas if that’s what I want!” ignoring the fact that she absolutely could not eat that much, and didn’t have that much pizza even if she could. Regardless, Craig stood up and stormed out, saying “You know what? I’m leaving you. Feel free to be a pig on your own,” then turned to Cathy, and said “Thank you for the pizza,” in his most polite, fake voice. As he slammed the door shut Cindy shouted “I should have said that last night!” Then took a deep breath and screamed “ASSHOLE!!!”

After Cindy calmed down a bit she opened The box of pizza and grabbed another slice, saying “You’re too polite to say it, but I bet you’re wondering what the fuck that was right there.” Cathy nodded slowly as Cindy took a bite. Eating between words Cindy said “We’ve been fighting,” and shoved a quarter of the slice in her mouth before mumbling “A lot” and swallowing, then she took a gasp of air and said “It was actually worse last night,” she took another gigantic bite, nearly gagging before she said “I decided to give him one last chance before I dumped him. He blew it just now and bear me to the punch.” Then she grabbed the box he’d brought snd said “Fifty bucks says it’s something stupid.” And tearing off the wrapper with one hand as she took another bite of the slice she held in her other. When it was opened Cindy began laughing maniacally. Cathy couldn’t help but look at the gift. It was a scale. A scale and a diet book. Cindy threw the book across the room and grabbed the scale, before saying “No, I’m not letting this bullshit break things in my house.” And glaring at the scale as she dropped it back on the table. Cindy sighed deeply and slumped into her chair saying “I’m sorry,” as she grabbed another slice, “But can you leave me alone? I have to think. Oh, and take your pizza with you, or I’ll eat it all tonight.” Cathy nodded solemnly and took the remaining pizza as Cindy took a bite of the last slice she’d grabbed. With Cathy gone Cindy realized that she’d left an entire cake there. “Well, I’m a pig aren’t I?” she said, finishing off the last slice and pulling the cake towards herself.

Hours later Cindy moaned, over a half eaten cake, then said “It was actually a good day till that jerk showed up.” As she cut another slice. Her stomach hurt from having eaten so much, she said “But I’m a pig right?” and cut part of the soft white cake with her fork, lifting it to her lips, “So, clearly that means I’ll eat ten times what I should.” She took the bite, trying her hardest to ignore the pain in her stomach as she cut off the next bite’s worth with her fork. “I guess I was right. Cathy left food. Ill eat it all.” And she took the last bite of her slice before moaning in pain. Cindy said “And I don’t even want to stop.” Putting another slice of cake onto her plate and taking a bite. Cindy continued to eat as quickly as she could, even unbuttoned her pants as she got full enough for them to be uncomfortable. Cindy spoke through a mouthful of cake, “God, I still want more.” The next moan sounding a bit more pornographic. Cindy continued to eat as the pain in her stomach built. She slowed down as she got fuller but never stopped.
Cindy finally got to the last slice of cake and nearly threw up from sheer fullbess as she ate. Despite this Cindy has a voice in her head urging her on. A little more, just a little bit. You’re so close, so close. Halfway through the last slice Cindy shuddered snd dropped a forkful of cake. It landed in her cleavage of all places. It felt right, like it belonged there. Cindy felt so good, so close, she could feel pressure building up between her legs, just as much as she felt in her stomach. Despite the pain Cindy sped up dramatically, dropping the fork and just grabbing the slice with her hand, showing it into her mouth. She moaned “Yes!” Loudly as she did, and fished the last bit of cake out of her top, eating it ravenously, like a starving woman. She screamed as she finished. Cindy bent over with her arms folded on the table top. Cindy breathed heavily in the afterglow she was experiencing. “There,” she said between gasping breaths, “done.”

Later, Cindy lay in bed with pillows behind her, propping her up enough that her stomach pain was just fullness. So that nothing was threatening to climb up her throat from being horizontal. “I came,” she said in a calm voice, “I finished just from eating,” then laughed, “Guess the cake’s better in bed than Craig was. Well, that’s a low bar.” She said to herself as she fell asleep.