Short Story

Chapter 1 Me, myself, and. . . Carol?

“More” and one more hotdog was gone. “More” and a burger “More” and a bowl of ice cream “MORE!” God I hope this never stops. “More food!” And my demand was met. “More fat!” Met constantly. “It isn’t enough!” And it never would be.
Eventually I was too full to eat another bite. “Can’t breathe.” I wheezed. But I still wanted more. Eating like this felt so damned good. I turned to Carol and said “I wish I could eat more, I really do. But I’m done. How much was that?” I looked at Carol, she was a thin, nebbish girl, she wore a black and blue checkered skirt with a grey top, above it was a thick pair of square rimmed glasses sitting between her black hair and pale skin. She said “A new record! If we go by calories anyway. But I bet you can do even more next time, can’t you? My lovely little landfill. Besides, we're out anyway, that was the last of it.” Carol knew I hated it when she talked to me like that, which only made her do it more. I think she got off on degrading me. But whatever. I’ll take it. I WAS kind of a landfill anyway. I said “Oh? So Poindexter is calculating calories is she? How much was that then?” I honestly liked how nerdy Carol was, but if she’s going to insult me I’ve got to get my own licks in somehow, and not just in bed either. Even if that was a fun place for licks. Carol adjusted her glasses, playing up her role as science officer of the USS landfill. She said “Three thousand four hundred and some odd, and that’s all in one sitting. Keep this up and you won’t be my LITTLE anything. Will you chubs?” She said as she pinched a bit of flab on my belly. I laughed and said “You know how that kind of dirty talk turns me on.” She did of course, and she was a relentless tease, but two could play at that game. I began rubbing my stomach as I said “I’m so full,” and licked my lips “after eating more food than ever before, and you know what?” Carol gave me a questioning look as I said “I still want more. A LOT more.” Carol perked up at that, then slumped down a bit saying “You’re just teasing me, aren’t you tubby?” I smiled and said “why don’t you bring me some more and find out?” Carol opened my bedroom door and was out in a flash. I burped as I watched her little butt shake from her running. She probably heard that. She’d probably make a joke about it too. But who cares? She likes it, she’s turned on by it, and I KNOW she is. I smiled to myself and thought out loud, “Now, what leaves an obvious show that you’ve eaten it, maybe candy bars with wrappers. . .” As I got up to grab a few from the kitchen. I burped again. Good, I needed some room if I was going to tease Carol with what she had missed AND eat more when she got back. I began eating candy and leaving the wrappers out in the open where they’d be seen. I began to fantasize about how big I was getting. I had already gained thirty pounds since I met Carol and started this. I wonder how long it’ll take to hit triple digits, maybe even quadruple. Probably not, but it’s fun to think about. And I shoved the rest of the candy bar I was eating in my mouth. More? Oh yes, there would be more. A LOT more.