This was just unfair. The day that Piper decided to go on a diet, her mother decided to stick her next to a giant bowl of chocolates with nothing else to do but be tempted by them. To make it worse, kids didn’t really trick or treat much any more. They were all too busy sitting at home on their phones or computers to go outside for very long. So she had this huge salad bowl of chocolates and maybe like 6 kids would come by all evening.
So what else could Piper do? She rolled up her sweater to let her belly out, grabbed a 2 liter of coke from the fridge, sat down on the couch, put on a zombie movie marathon and prepared for another night of gluttony.
“Now remember, that candy is for trick or treaters. Not young ladies who are on a diet.” Her mother Harper reminded her, holding Piper’s little sister, Hunter, in her arms. Her baby sister was dressed as a pea pd this year. Piper just rolled her eyes.
“I know mom.”
“Alright, alright.” She said, backing off. “I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Piper grumbled, trying to see the screen better. For the rest of the night, Piper would be totally mute, the Television playing Ghoul School III providing the only commentary on her evening.
“There’s something very strange going on here.” A college co-ed said, as she wandered around a foggy graveyard in a skimpy outfit. The sounds of a theremin provided the soundtrack as the first bit of chocolate passed by Piper’s lips, and the adventure began.
What passed for a plot in this movie slowly advanced as Piper’s eyes began to glaze over. On screen, the doomed protagonists of Ghoul School watched in horror as rotting human hands reached hungrily for their faces through a barricade, despite a few attempts to ward them off with gunfire. “They’re mindless, and completely unstoppable!” As Piper watched the walking dead devour flesh, she mindlessly consumed chocolate for hours.
She was only halfway through her pile of sweets, and two zombie flicks, when she started feeling sick from all the sugar. Her head buzzed, she felt tired, and her stomach felt queasy. But she didn’t stop. As she watched repeated image of unrelenting ghouls closing in on the protagonists, her hands snatched up snacks and reached toward the bottom of the bowl with the same unyielding force. As the hours past, the combination of sugar and trashy movies rotted her brain, first into semi-consciousness, then into a serious food coma.
***
When she woke up again, she felt fatter. Her upper arms felt pinched by the shirt she was wearing. She could feel a little extra weight in her cheeks, and everything seemed a little greyer. Her mother was standing over her, shaking her awake.
“Come on Piper, it’s time to get up.” There was something off about her. The rings around her eyes look a little darker. Her skin looked a little pallid today. Something about the whole situation put Piper on edge. “It’s time to eat.”
That seemed a little odd. Last she remembered, her mother was on her case about needing to lose weight and diet. She tried to grasp the meaning of her mother’s change of motivation, but she found it hard to concentrate. Instead, her mother pulled her to her feet, and herded her like a cow into the kitchen, where an enormous feast of pancakes and absolutely drenched in butter and whipped cream. Piper didn’t question it, she just sat down and started eating. After all, that’s all she seemed to do lately.
She didn’t know how long she had been eating when her skinny, skanky sister came over to tease her. She jabbed a finger into Piper’s gut, sinking in up to the second knuckle “You know Piper, you keep eating like this and you’re only going to get fatter...and softer...and more succulent.” Piper tried to ignore her and just kept shoveling whipped cream into her mouth.
“Don’t tease the girl.” Her mother chided Parker. She came at Piper instead, armed with a measuring tape and calipers, gauging just how round her belly was, and just how fat her upper arms were, while Piper kept eating. “You’re still too Skinny Piper. We really need you to eat more. It’s almost Thanksgiving, and we need to get you ready.”
By now, Piper was becoming alarmed, but she couldn’t link it to any concrete ideas. Her head was too slow and fuzzy. She laboriously stood up and announced “I think I should go.” She made her way ponderously towards the door, but her mother was faster. She easily made it there first, and locked it. And for some reason, there were chains across the door, and bars across the windows now.
“Oh, don’t get up, you’ll only make yourself tired and stringy.”
“Yeah Piper, you wouldn’t want to lose this fatty hindquarter of yours.” Her sister came up behind her and grabbed her ass flesh hard. It was enough to freeze her in place.
She looked around for help. There were other people in the house. Lots of them, her friends, her co-workers people from all over town. They surrounded her. They all stood perfectly still, shadows cast over their gray faces, staring at her with the same hungry, unblinking eyes. The last thing she saw was her mother with those same hungry eyes, sharpening a butcher knife as she closed in, and everyone set upon her for their gorey feast.
***
Piper would have sprung to her feet, but her weighty chest pinning her to the couch prevented her, so she just flailed and struggled helplessly until she got her bearings.
“Fucking finally, fatbutt. It’s time to get up.” It was her sister, Parker, who couldn’t be counted on doing the smallest task these days without giving her shit.
“It...is? What time is it?” Piper mumbled.
“It’s dinner time. Don’t ask me why, I told mom you’re better of skipping it, but she insisted.” She said, walking away with a roll of her eyes.
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