“Face It. You’re Gonna Eat”

Here is a second short story, a sequel to “Face It. You’re Getting Fat”.

Enjoy!

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You’re hungry. We’re both thinking it. We both know it. Look at you. I can see the look in your fat pathetic face. You’re practically starving.

And that’s saying something because you last ate- when? An hour ago? Two on the outside. And I mean a real meal. That’s not counting snacks. You think I didn’t see that candy bar you were trying to sneak earlier?

You are far too fat to be stealthy.

I saw you. I always see you. You think nobody’s watching you be a greedy little piglet, being a naughty naughty fat girl sneaking your snacks so you can try and pretend those calories don’t exist. But those calories are why you’re so fucking fat. You can’t stop eating. You’re weak. You’re pathetic. You can’t help yourself because you’re a naughty greedy little piglet, a helpless lazy fat girl with no self control.

How many times have you made fun of fat girls who couldn’t control their appetites? How many snide comments did you have ready to go every time you saw a fatty with a big plate of food in front of them. Now I bet you just get jealous, right? You used to see a big fat woman with a huge plate of greasy food, something full of meat and dripping with cheese, and thought “what a cow” and now you just think about how badly you want it. You see a fatty with a big fat piece of cake in front of them and instead of making fun of them, you’re just thinking about how you want two.

I’m right. You know that. I can see you getting hungrier the more I talk about food, the more I mention cake or cookies or burgers and fries, pizza, mac and cheese, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken wings, and Chinese food. I’ve got your stomach in knots alright but not just from embarrassment, from hunger. You want all of those things, and you want to stuff your fat face with all of them at the same time. You don’t want to choose, you greedy, gluttonous sow, you want everything, all of it, right now.

I can feel it, right here in this big spongy gut of yours. It’s so soft but it’s just begging to be stuffed full of food, stuffed until it’s nice and big and tight and round like a big stretched out ball of fat filled with all the food we both know your want to be eating right now.

Oh, is that a little rumble I felt? It’s faint underneath all this squishy fat that’s currently oozing through my fingers. But I’m pretty sure I felt it. Yup. There it is again. And I heard it that time. We both did. You’re hungry, really hungry. Your body is trying to tell you just how hungry you are, just how badly you need to eat, to make a complete pig of yourself.

Don’t deny it.

You can’t.

It’s written all over your face, the hunger in your sad desperate eyes, the tiny chocolate stain in the corner of your mouth. You can’t lie to me. This isn’t just a want for you. It’s not a simple desire. It’s a need. It’s an obsession.

I can’t blame you. I know how much happier you’ll be when you’re fed, when your full. My little piggy needs her next meal. What do you want my precious porker? Mac and cheese? Pizza?

Isn’t it nice that I have both? Yeah. I came prepared. It’s a weird combination perhaps, but what do you care? You fat gluttonous body is going to crave what it’s going to crave, and pizza with a side of macaroni and cheese its what its going to be. And that pizza? It’s got sausage on it. I know how much you love sausage. The mac and cheese is just a four cheese version. I don’t have a good euphemism for that. Oh wait, I guess you could say it’s extra creamy. Does that work?

Shut up.

I don’t care if it works as a joke. You’re going to eat it just the same. You’re going to cram your fat pretty mouth full of delicious, rich, creamy, ooey-gooey and oh so fattening mac and cheese, and I’m going to help you. And you’re going to like it.

Look at you. Already going for that pizza. You couldn’t even wait for me to get the mac and cheese. That’s a good pig. I love watching your greedy, chubby fingers grab that slice. I love watching the grease and cheese run down your chins. You know that double chin of yours gets so much more prominent when you chew. I love the way your chubby cheeks inflate as you stuff them like a fat chipmunk. I love the way every part of your jiggles with delight as that food slides down your throat.

Having a little trouble already? You’re eating so fast. It’s funny, the way that cheese is getting caught in your throat, the way you sputter and but bring yourself to stop eating. Can’t quite catch your breath there. You’re starting to snort.

Almost sounds like oinking, doesn’t it?

Yeah. You’re a little oinker. That’s perfect. I love listening to you oink, you greedy little piglet- my greedy little piglet. Keep it up. Keep oinking. It’s music to my ears.

Wow. That first slice went down fast, huh? But you a second one would go down just as easy. I bet you you could mow through at least half this pie without really thinking about it. But let’s have some Mac and cheese first. That’s right. Time for a big healing spoonful for my growing girl. Open wide. Here it comes.

That’s it. Whoops. That’s a lot there isn’t it? Getting a little messy, piglet. Maybe I overdid it a little. But you’re a big girl. You can take it. That’s right, piggy. Take it. Take all of it. Yeah. You can do it. You’re such a good piggy.

What a cute little moan you’ve got.

I knew you could do it. And I knew you enjoyed it. But that little moan? Oooo, I didn’t know you were gonna enjoy it that much. You really are too far gone, aren’t you, pig? You love all of this too much, all of this eating, indulging, all of this stuffing. You can’t get enough. Well, don’t let me stop you. Go ahead and have that second slice of pizza. You know you want to.

It’s good isn’t it?

You don’t have to answer. I can tell by the look in your eyes, and by the speed with which you’re shoving that hot pizza down your throat. The heat doesn’t phase you. You just want more. You need more and you need it now, you cow- you glutton. You’re already thinking of your next slice, aren’t you?

Too bad.

It’s not about what you want. You know what’s next. Get that crust down and then it’s time for another helping of Mac and cheese. I really want to fill you up. That’s what you need.

I want to fill you and feel you. That’s right. I love the feeling of my hand right here, slipping under your fat belly as it rolls onto your lap. I love the softness, the warmth. And I love the feeling of this gut growing with every fresh new bite of food. Keep eating. Keep growing for me. You know you love the feeling. You know you love the growing.

This is for us. All your eating, your pigging out, your getting fatter and fatter. It’s forth both of us. It’s for your own good. You deserve this. You deserve to be full and satisfied, and you deserve to be my helpless fattened piggy, the epitome of everything you ever used to make fun of. You deserve to lose control and be an absolutely obese mess. So don’t stop now.

Time for slice number three, and you’re only just starting to slow down now, but that cheese and sausage is just so good, isn’t it? Come on. You know you want more. Keep going.

Yes. Three. Then another spoonful of Mac and cheese. And then one more slice. Just one more for now, babe. You can do it. Be a good fat girl for me. Be a good little piggy. I’m not asking for too much. Just one more slice after this. We can work you up to eating a whole pie one day. Won’t that be exciting? But just half will do for now. You’re so good. You’re getting so fat. So. Incredibly. Fat. I can’t get enough and neither can you.

Just think. You really used to be so thin, so slim and sexy and toned. You were a real athlete before you let yourself go and turned into a greedy little piglet. You know what would be fun?

We should bring you back to the gym. Don’t you want to work out? Don’t you want to see how far you’ve fallen? Yeah. That sounds like a great plan to me. When we’re done with this I’ll let you digest a bit, and then we can pay your old friends at the gym a visit.

I’m sure they’ll be so happy to see you.