Family Curse

Interlude

I looked down at my half naked body and sighed. Only a month have passed since my birthday and I couldn't see my abs anymore. Instead, I had this soft paunch oozing over the waistband of my pants. Fifteen stupid pounds found its way on my once tiny body. The worst about it was that I didn't even change my diet or anything! Despite having hungry pangs all day long, I never gave in to my cravings, never succumbed to the temptation. Not even once. And what was my reward? Fifteen fucking pounds! "This fucking curse is ruining my life!" I shouted to the empty apartment. "Why me?!"

I knew I was going to regret it sooner or later, but I had enough of this. If I was going to be fat no matter what I'll do, I might as well enjoy the ride. I picked up my phone. "I'd like to place an order. One pepperoni, One quattro formaggi and one prosciutto. No, make it two of each actually. No, I'm not having a party! I'm getting fat!"

Slice by slice I made my way through the huge meal in front of me, eating with inhuman gusto. I couldn't believe how long I have denied myself from gorging like this. I was wondering if the years of watching my diet to remain skinny were really worth it.

I was bloated. My belly protruded in front of me as if I was pregnant, but I didn't care anymore. A satisfied gurgle sounded from my stomach. "You think you had enough, do you?" I talked to my swollen stomach. "No, no, honey. I'm only just beginning. You'll be begging me to stop before I'm done with you!" I picked up my phone again. "Yeah, it's me again. Yes, I am aware that I just ate six large pizzas. Yeah, I guess it's pretty unusual. Can I place the order now? Great. Ok, so I'll have the same order as last time, just add some bread sticks as well. A lot of them actually. Thanks."

I woke up the next day spilling out of my underwear. I ran my delicate fingers all over my body, noticing how much softer it was. How pleasant it felt to touch it. I kneaded the protruding belly with both of my hands. It felt so good! For years I worried about gaining weight, but now when I did I felt incredible. Why was I so afraid of it?

I put on stretchy clothes and headed out to get some breakfast. A month ago I was so determined to stay thin to fight the fate of my family, but now? Now I had a very different goal in my mind...