Chapter 1 the first one

My name is Tara. I have gorgeous brunette hair, and a DD cup chest at just over a hundred and thirteen pounds. Everyone knows I’m hot and I will fully admit that I am more than a bit conceited, I know that I am beyond lucky though, it’s like every pound I gain goes straight to my chest, not like my mom, thank God I’m not like her. I’m an only child too. I know most nothing about my father, just that he apparently left my mom when I was three, she said he hated fat women, and she was skinny when they’d met. I can hardly even imagine that. But whatever, on to more recent events.

Yesterday I had my twentieth birthday party. Well, less a party and more of a day where I go out to the local pizzeria with my mom. Going out to eat with her is always embarrassing, she eats enough for four or five people I swear, and it shows. The woman is beyond obese, she’s used a motor scooter to get around for as long as I can remember. No surprise there either. She is always eating, always fatty foods, and always in truly preposterous portions. But she’s always smiling too, it’s like she’s happy to be a tub of lard. My mom never even tries to diet either. The worst part is that every time I criticize her she gives me a knowing smile and says I’ll be the same soon enough. I know I shouldn’t hate my mom, and she’s otherwise great. But the woman is hopelessly addicted to food and won’t even talk about it seriously.

Yesterday she ordered an XXL meat lover's pizza recommended for ten to fourteen people when we were the only two there. I ate two slices and had a soda. But mom ate about half of the damned pizza, then she wanted to go get ice cream for dessert. I got angry, I’m not even sure why. She always like this, it was no surprise. I mean, this is why she’s so damned fat in the first place. But I was furious, it was MY birthday party, and all she cares about is feeding her fucking gut. The woman didn’t do a damned thing for me, hell, she didn’t even sing happy birthday. All of my attempts to calm myself down failed so badly that I screamed wordlessly at the top of my lungs, ensuring the entire restaurant was watching when I stomped my foot like a petulant child, shouting “Mom! You’re already embarrassing me, look at you! And you want to get even more fucking food! Fuck it! I’m out!” and I began to storm out of the place as my mom Calmly responded. Her answer was illogical, but it still sent a cold bolt of fear down my spine. I will never forget her words, “That’s fine. It’s your last chance to be skinny anyway. So, enjoy it. The eating starts tomorrow.” I Tried to ignore my mom and couldn’t. But I didn’t stop for one second. I’m leaving now! Maybe I usually help out, but my *** cow of a mother could get into her own damned car for once, hell, she could use the exorcise. But I don’t know why I’m so damned irritable today. I feel like my heart is beating a mile away minute, and mom absolutely isn’t helping. So I stomped off and left her fat ass at the pizzeria. I could walk home, I’d get more exorsize than mom would in a week. When I got home I went straight to sleep without even checking the time, if I were one year older I’d get some fucking booze. I feel so damned emotional today. Whatever.

I had the strangest dream. In it I was back at the pizzeria with mom. But our positions were reversed, I ate half of the giant pizza, and she had a more normal serving. The worst part wasn’t even that. It was that I was so damned hungry in the dream that I still felt the hunger gnawing in my stomach when I awoke. I don’t even remember the rest of the dream, except that mom’s words from the “pizza party” echoed in my mind time and time again. It was my last day to be skinny. Lies! Damned lies!

I tried to go back to sleep for hours and couldn’t. No surprise there, I’d gone to sleep damned early. I looked at the clock. It was just after midnight, my stomach growled at me. I felt a stabbing hunger in my stomach. “It must be because I just had pizza for lunch and skipped dinner to go to sleep crazy early.” I said to myself before getting up. Fuck it, it was my birthday twenty minutes ago, and I skipped dinner. I can have a midnight snack. So I got up and went to the kitchen to look in the fridge, there was the leftovers half pizza that nobody ate, “I guess mom brought it home.” I said to myself as I pulled the box out of the fridge and set the box on the kitchen table. I opened the box up and, dear God did it smell good. This must be the best smelling pizza on the planet. It even smells gray cold! I grabbed a slice, feeling myself salivating at the thought of eating now. I didn’t bother with a plate, or with heating any pizza up, just graabing a cold slice and taking a bite. I shuddered as I chewed, and said “aahhh yeah. That’s the stuff!” what’s up with this pizza, it tastes better cold than it did fresh! I’ve never seen anything like that before. “Dear God this is good.” I said, grabbing another slice. “Happy birthday to me!” I practically shouted as I lunged at the pizza, tearing off a second slice. “Just two, then back to sleep.” I said before grabbing another slice and shoving as much as I could fit into my mouth. I don’t know what’s going on, I just feel ravenous right now. It’s like each slice is less filling than a bite should be. I felt like I could eat the whole damned thing.

I became so engrossed with eating that I didn’t even notice the racket that my mom’s scooter made until she was like, two feet away. “Hey mom.” Was all I could manage between bites. My mom gave me a sorrowful look, then said “It took me two days.” I swallowed with an audible gulp before asking her “What did?” to which my mom answered “After my twentieth birthday. It took me two days before I gave in and started gorging myself at night.” I stopped eating and stared at my mother, asking her “What?” my mom said “Here. Finish eating,” I grabbed another slice the second she said that, it felt like I was given permission to enter paradise. So I took a bite as my mom then continued, “then we’ll talk. I know you can’t really do anything but eat right now. It's way worse before you’re used to it.” I had already finished the slice before she finished speaking. Mom must talk crazy slowly. I don’t know what’s going on, but I was still starving. It was like the pizza had evaporated into nothing, rather than going into my stomach. I said “No,” barely pulling my hand back as it went to the pizza box, like it had a mind of its own. “Keep talking. Mom listened, speaking slowly as I listened. “Well,” she said sadly, “The hunger.” I slapped my own hand as I realized that I had unconsciously reached for the pizza again. Mom continued “You’ll feel like you’re starving to death every moment you aren’t gorging yourself like this. It even makes sleeping hard.” I didn’t even notice it, but I was halfway through another slice as she finished talking. “What?!?!” I shouted after letting out a nearly orgasmic moan upon swallowing the last of another slice I didn’t even remember getting, forget finishing. “That’s crazy bologna.” I said, despite having just swallowed down another slice. I looked at the pizza to see that only two slices remained. Mom sighed and said “Yeah, that’s what I said too. I shrugged wordlessly and mom replied “When my mom told me. The curse had already been going through our family for a very long time.” I noticed my hand crawling toward the box again, and forcefully closed it before getting up, speaking as I put it back into the fridge. “Wait, what?” my mom nodded and continued “Yeah, you never met your grandma, she passed while I was pregnant with you. She was even bigger than me, and I fear you will be too soon enough.” I glared at her wordlessly, and mom continued, on the verge of tears, “I’m sorry Tara. I shouldn’t have had kids at all. I wouldn’t have, but I didn’t believe my mom about any of this until after I was pregnant.” I stared at her in disbelief as I opened a box of cocoa puffs that I didn’t even remember getting, “What?” I asked angrily, and my mom answered me “Every first born of one with the curse gets it on their twentieth birthday, which ends the curse for the last curse holder as well. So, I can begin to lose weight now, though I fear you will experience just the opposite.” I swallowed a mouthful of cocoa puffs and hurled the box across the room, scattering chocolate cereal across the floor, “What the fuck mom?!?!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. She sighed again and said “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. But I had assumed you won’t believe me.” “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU NOW!” I screamed. Mom only sighed again, saying “Nobody does. At least that’s what my mom told me twenty years ago. So I decided not to burden you with this knowledge. It wouldn’t do anything but worry you. I figured you should at least enjoy your youth. I spent years lamenting the loss of my lithe and sexy body. I figured that you should enjoy being skinny while you could.” I glared at mom venomously before saying “I still can.” She only sighed and said “Yeah, it took me a while to accept it too. Don’t worry. You’ll be hungry as hell, but it still takes time to gain weight it’ll be years before you’re anywhere near my size, and you’ll be mentally prepared by then.” I stomped the ground again and screamed “NO! Fuck this shit and fuck you too mom!” before stomping off to my room. My mother did not try to stop me.

I woke up again, to my stomach rumbling so loudly that it probably would have woken me up if the hunger pangs hadn’t first. “Mom was right.” I said before shaking my head and checking the time, the alarm clock on my night stand read 4:04 in dully glowing red. I said “No, I can beat this. I am stronger than the lies and bullshit. I then tried to close my eyes and get back to sleep, but the hunger kept me awake. I decided I would be strong! I would hold out and be strong! I would. . . Smell cooking meat and sprint to the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen to see my mom, standing in front of the stove, “Whats going on?” I asked drearily before yawning and asking “Why are you up so early?” my mom said “Honestly? Autopilot I guess,“ she sighed and said “I mean, I’ve woken up and made something to eat around now every morning since I turned twenty, you never noticed?” I felt like my stomach was trying to eat me alive from the inside, and it got worse every second, the scent of cooking meat was unbearable. So I said “Give me that.” My mom nodded and said “There it is. I knew that would come sooner or later.” She opened a cupboard and pulled out another box of cocoa puffs, then tossed it to me saying “It’s not done yet, but I know you’d want to eat it anyway if you could. So take this.” I caught the box and felt the need to eat, so I opened it up in a hurry, the scent of chocolate felt like it was the entire world to me. I tore open the bag inside of the box and began grabbing handful after handful of cereal. My mom said something, but I didn’t hear her over the sound of chocolate cereal crunching in my mouth. About halfway through the box I stopped and said “No, I can beat this.” My mom chuckled and said “What? Did you break down and believe it already? That was quick.” My stomach roared and I said “Not like anything else makes sense.” My mom took the four hamburger patties off of the pan, it was only then that I noticed there were four. As she did mom said “You’ll want to fight it. Don’t bother. It will only make you suffer, and you’ll eat even more in the end.” She put the patties onto a small plate and reached for a bag of buns, saying “You want a four by four, or a bunch of smaller burgers?” I sighed and said “Four? Curse or no curse that’s a lot, want to each have two?” my mom sighed and said “Honestly, nah. I’m not hungry for the first time in decades, these are all yours.” I laughed and said “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you want me to get fat.” Mom sighed as she finished the first burger. I snatched it off of the plate she’d made it on and gave a shuddering “Aahhh yeah.” Before taking a big bite. Maybe mom was right, I feel like I could eat a hundred of them, forget four. Mom said “Yeah, I think tou might be getting it even worse than I did. Take my advice, try to enjoy the ride. You can’t get off of it till you have a kid.” I loved this damned cheeseburger. Eveey little granule of beef, every drop of melted cheese, every crumb of bread, I wanted it all. Hell, even the scent of the grease coming off of it was intoxicating. My mom said “Hell, even when you do it'll take another twenty years once they’re born. This may be a shifty thing to say, but you might want to try and get pregnant before you’re too fat to find a guy. If you don’t then you’ll be stuck with this curse forever.” I laughed so hard that I snorted. Fitting if I’m doomed to be a pig. I smirked and said “And if I don’t? Maybe I want this curse to end with m-“ nad mom cut me off, practically screaming “DON’T! My mom tried to do that, she only got hungrier until she gave in and had a kid. The only way to end it would be to k-“ and she suddenly stopped talking, before saying “There isn’t one, umm, every woman in our family becomes a mother at a young age. It gets better if you do, but the hunger only grows each day until then.” I asked “Where the hell did this bologna come from anyway?” mom shrugged and said “My mom just told me that her grandma had pissed off a witch. A real one. She thought magic was just lies, and she was a word that rhymes with witch whenever it came up. All I know about it is that it went down up north in Oregon. Beyond that I don’t know. My mom wouldn’t give me any info beyond that. She just told me not to go, said that it would only make things worse.

My stomach continued to growl, demanding that I eat even more. I frowned and put a hand on my belly and say “More?” With a frown. My mom toothout her cell phone and said “Here, I’ll order a pizza for you.” I shouted “MORE FOOD?!?! To which my mom answered “Honestly, yeah, I wasn’t kidding before. It's a lot worse before you have a kid, and trying to fight it only makes it worse.” I groaned and shouted “Enough of this defeatist bullshit! I’m not going to have a kid yet, and I am NOT eating a full fucking pizza next, hell, I’m not eating again till lunch.” And began to walk out the front door. My mom yelled at me to stop, but I only broke into a run as I stepped out the front door. I would beat this hunger, and I would exercise like crazy till then so I don’t blimp up like mom. I ran as quickly as I could, as if I could outrun my own stomach.


Meanwhile, Tara’s mom, Tiffany, spoke to herself “Oh, this is bad. She’s already worse than I ever was, and the girl is pig headed enough that she’s going to dig her own grave if she doesn’t learn to listen.”