Discord Piggy

Chapter 1

The shrill scream of a toddler echoed through the grocery store, a high-pitched wail that seemed to vibrate the fluorescent lights above. Amna slowed her pace as she approached the snack aisle, squeezing her cart between a display of cereal boxes, narrowly avoiding the little boy in the midst of a tantrum. His tiny fists clenched around a box of cookies, the very thing his mother had refused to let him have. The child’s cries grew louder, and Amna shot a sympathetic smile to the mother, who was attempting to wrestle the squirming boy out of the aisle. She looked exhausted, like this wasn’t the first time her little one had screamed in protest over something so trivial.

Amna remembered her own childhood tantrums. She hadn’t been much better at her younger age. But now, as an adult, she had learned to control her impulses. More or less.

She turned her attention back to the shelves, scanning over the rows of cookies. The bright packaging beckoned her with promises of sweetness and crunch. Her gaze lingered on the Oreos, familiar and one of her favorites. Then, her eyes landed on the Keebler Fudge Stripes, the buttery shortbread was just as tempting, she had been craving them for days. A small smile tugged at her lips as she grabbed both packs and added them to her already overflowing cart. It was stuffed with snacks—chips, candy, sugary drinks, frozen pizzas, and other fatty treats.

She took a moment to survey her haul, her heart fluttering with anticipation. The thought of consuming all of it, every sugary, salty, fattening morsel, satisfied the deepest urges within her. Her mind wandered to the weekend ahead, imagining the indulgence, the laziness, and the pleasure of stuffing herself until her belly stretched tight. It made her pulse quicken.

She smiled, her lips curling slightly at the thought of it. It wasn’t just about the food, though. It was the feeling, the heaviness that would settle in her stomach. The way it would turn her on to know that everything she bought would eventually end up in her gut, making her a little bit bigger, a little bit rounder. She was going to be the ultimate feedee this weekend.

The excitement thrummed through her veins, and she felt a slight warmth rush to her cheeks.

Five thousand calories a day. That was the goal. As she turned away from the cookie aisle, heading toward the dairy section at the back of the store, her thoughts wandered to her previous attempts. She'd tried this before, of course, tried to push her body past its limits and gorge herself silly for a month, a week, or some other period of time. But she never followed through. She’d get excited at the start, but by the end of the first day, and sometimes even the first meal, the thrill would be gone. She’d be too full and the hunger would fade, and the motivation would slip away like sand through her fingers. This time will be different, she thought. She only had three days this time around. Three days of complete indulgence. No holding back. She could manage that much, right? This time, she was determined to go the full way. And she was already off to a good start.

She picked up three pints of heavy cream from the dairy section, each one would be a rich, creamy addition to her indulgent weekend. One pint for each day. She added them to the cart with a slight grin. The creamy liquid would go down easily, thick and satisfying, and help her reach her goal of 5000 calories easily.

Amna briefly imagined herself drinking one of the pints in its entirety, her belly rounding out with the excess. The thought of it made her stomach growl in hunger, though it was still pleasantly full from the 1000-calorie fast food breakfast she’d already had.

Her hands were already starting to feel the weight of the cart, and she could feel the satisfying fullness in her belly as she pushed it toward the checkout. She loved the feeling of being full, how it seemed to pull at the edges of her stomach, a tightness that came with each step. She wasn't huge, not by a long shot. At 5'4" and 155 pounds, she was nowhere near the BBW she longed to be. But she’d get there eventually, starting with this weekend.

When she reached the checkout, the cashier’s eyes immediately landed on her cart. His shoulders dropped almost imperceptibly, like he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of scanning ahead of him. Amna noticed his reaction with a quiet satisfaction. He couldn’t possibly know that each item in her cart represented a tiny piece of the gluttony she was about to dive into, but she liked the idea of being noticed.

Her fingers brushed over a row of Snickers bars, and she grabbed a handful, tossing them on top of the pile with a little flourish. She added them almost carelessly, knowing that the candy would only add to the already overflowing caloric intake she had planned.