~BBW, Gluttony -A young woman indulges her gluttunous nature.
Sitting at my work station, staring at the computer screen, all I could think about was the fact that it was twenty minutes to quitting time, it was Friday, and I was literally starving. Well in all honesty I was really starving. I'd gone out for fish and chips for lunch with Lori the stick. I call her the stick because she's so damn skinny. I bet she barely weighs 100lbs., about the same as my one leg. While I had the traditional two piece with fries, she had hers grilled with rice. Yuk!
Finally it's time to go and I'm off and going home. Mom asked me over for dinner so I'm going for the free meal. As my growling tummy reminds me again that it's running on empty, my total lack of self control and will power gives in and I pull into the drive thru at McDonalds.
Some how I convince myself that even though I'm going to Mom's for dinner, this little "snack" won't ruin my appetite.
"Two quarter pounders with cheese please."
"Anything to drink?"
"No thanks," I reply matter of factly. I just want the burgers.
"Pull up to the second window."
With my Mickey D's I park in a secluded place in the lot, quickly grab the first burger and sink my teeth into it. Mmm, it's so good. Hot and fresh. I open wide for bite #2,3,4 and 5 and it's a goner. The second burger vanishes in the same fashion. Instantly I feel so much better. Not full by no means. Just nice. I pull up to a trash can and dispose of the evidence without leaving the comfort of my car.
At Mom's house I'm greeted and told to sit down. Dinner's almost ready. A moment later a heaping plate of chicken alfreado is placed before me with four pieces of garlic bread with cheese. My eyes widen at the generous portion I'm given. Not one to back down from such a challenge, I thank God for my spandex waistline and dig in. Somehow I manage to clean my plate of the ridiculously fattening pasta, then, as one plate is removed another takes it's place and I now have a huge slice of pecan mud pie to deal with.
"I know it's your favourite so I gave you a big piece," Mom says proudly.
"Mmm, Mmm. I haven't had this in ages." I smile back at her.
Okay. Now I know I'm in trouble. I look down at my belly. Bigger than ever and creeping further out over the tops of my thighs. I'm pretty full. But does that stop me? Hell no. I pick up a fork and continue eating. Shoveling the sinfully rich dessert past my lips, savouring every mouthful. With only a couple of forkfuls left on the plate, I'm thinking to myself once again. No wonder I'm getting fat. But do I care? Nope. Smiling, swallowing the last bite and now achingly full, I've made a pig of myself again and loved it. Later on, leaving, Mom sends me off with the left over pasta and the remaining portion of the pie. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear my mom was trying to fatten me up. She never made any sort of comment about the weight I was putting on and it's so nice to be able to eat what you want and as much as you want. Where some mother's will criticize a daughters weight gain, my mom simply offered me a second helping.
I Like to Eat
By Robbie G.
By Robbie G.
Sitting at my work station, staring at the computer screen, all I could think about was the fact that it was twenty minutes to quitting time, it was Friday, and I was literally starving. Well in all honesty I was really starving. I'd gone out for fish and chips for lunch with Lori the stick. I call her the stick because she's so damn skinny. I bet she barely weighs 100lbs., about the same as my one leg. While I had the traditional two piece with fries, she had hers grilled with rice. Yuk!
Finally it's time to go and I'm off and going home. Mom asked me over for dinner so I'm going for the free meal. As my growling tummy reminds me again that it's running on empty, my total lack of self control and will power gives in and I pull into the drive thru at McDonalds.
Some how I convince myself that even though I'm going to Mom's for dinner, this little "snack" won't ruin my appetite.
"Two quarter pounders with cheese please."
"Anything to drink?"
"No thanks," I reply matter of factly. I just want the burgers.
"Pull up to the second window."
With my Mickey D's I park in a secluded place in the lot, quickly grab the first burger and sink my teeth into it. Mmm, it's so good. Hot and fresh. I open wide for bite #2,3,4 and 5 and it's a goner. The second burger vanishes in the same fashion. Instantly I feel so much better. Not full by no means. Just nice. I pull up to a trash can and dispose of the evidence without leaving the comfort of my car.
At Mom's house I'm greeted and told to sit down. Dinner's almost ready. A moment later a heaping plate of chicken alfreado is placed before me with four pieces of garlic bread with cheese. My eyes widen at the generous portion I'm given. Not one to back down from such a challenge, I thank God for my spandex waistline and dig in. Somehow I manage to clean my plate of the ridiculously fattening pasta, then, as one plate is removed another takes it's place and I now have a huge slice of pecan mud pie to deal with.
"I know it's your favourite so I gave you a big piece," Mom says proudly.
"Mmm, Mmm. I haven't had this in ages." I smile back at her.
Okay. Now I know I'm in trouble. I look down at my belly. Bigger than ever and creeping further out over the tops of my thighs. I'm pretty full. But does that stop me? Hell no. I pick up a fork and continue eating. Shoveling the sinfully rich dessert past my lips, savouring every mouthful. With only a couple of forkfuls left on the plate, I'm thinking to myself once again. No wonder I'm getting fat. But do I care? Nope. Smiling, swallowing the last bite and now achingly full, I've made a pig of myself again and loved it. Later on, leaving, Mom sends me off with the left over pasta and the remaining portion of the pie. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear my mom was trying to fatten me up. She never made any sort of comment about the weight I was putting on and it's so nice to be able to eat what you want and as much as you want. Where some mother's will criticize a daughters weight gain, my mom simply offered me a second helping.
