Piggy

Two pizzas in front of her late at night again, she says bluntly; ‘I have to stop eating.’ She isn’t talking about the pizzas, she can’t finish them and has already given up trying, she means in general.

We had jacket potatoes earlier, she filled herself then and had a cheesecake for dessert but it was 9 now and she fancied something savory. A pair of oven pizzas it is, I thought, and put them on for her while she was using the toilet. She struggled her best to eat them but couldn’t manage the last half of the second pizza. She couldn’t even lean back without my help, she’s filled herself to her absolute limit. I help her lay back into the sofa, she moans and belches, winces in pain. All the rum and coke hasn’t helped. She admits to me she’s had almost the whole bottle of Malibu since opening it the night before. I had to go fetch more Pepsi from the shop just so she wouldn’t have to stop drinking.

We watch a movie, I rub her distended belly, she pants and belches as she slurps down more sugary booze.

At the end of the night I help her off the sofa and place the scale down. She looks so thick and heavy, I want to know if she’s gained. She takes some coercing to stand on the scale and I read it for her so she doesn’t have to see the numbers. ‘You’ve lost two pounds’ I tell her. ‘I don’t see how...’ she says with a slight wobble in her voice.

I put the scales back. She hasn’t lost, she’s gained another pound since her last weigh in. 16 stone 13 pounds. My dick twitches as I look at her standing there in her pj’s, clutching her right hand on her stomach as though she were pregnant and her phone and a glass of rum and coke in the other.

After her bath I help her into the bed. She starts to mope. I ask what the matter is, I know what it is, but she won’t say. She’s upset because of how fat she is. She’s never been so fat, it probably feels alien to her, but trying to stop her eating so badly is just going to cause us both to rebound, we have tried before. She feels awful, her stomach aching badly. We start to get to sleep when she wakes up in the dark, almost sick in her mouth and has to have a big swig of Pepsi and a couple of Rennies.

We get back to sleep. I wake up hard, my hand over her huge, soft stomach. It’s still bloated. I wake her for sex, it’s only 6am. Her belly growls while we fuck. After a while I’m close to orgasm but she stops me. She wants me to go and get her some breakfast before I lose my motivation. I fetch her a bagel and a tray of pancakes from McDonald’s. I have a breakfast wrap with her, she puts away her bagel and moves onto her pancakes. Smothered in syrup and butter. ‘Where are yours?’ She asks me as I eat my fruit bag. ‘I’ll have it in a minute.’ I tell her.

When she’s finished she flops back in bed and holds her stomach, gulping to avoid being sick. She realizes I don’t have any pancakes myself and wraps herself in the covers in a huff, going back to sleep to rest off the high calorie meal she’s stuffed into her bulging belly.

‘I love you baby.’ I say, holding her fat stomach from behind and rubbing it where it’s tight.

She sobs. The sadness doesn’t stop her eating more two more pizzas and a pack of snickers bars for lunch though. My gorgeous piggy keeps growing and growing....