Apartment Pig (Mini Story)

It's past noon as you wake up the sound of your backend letting loose a massive blast of hot air. You try to go back to sleep as your ass continues roaring with gas but then your stomach start to growl with hunger and you have no choice but to get up, but trying to lift your morbidly obese body is like watching a turtle stuck on its back. 

You think back to about a decade ago, back when you were in high school. You got up every morning at the crack of dawn and went jogging. You were the very picture of physical perfection. You put the utmost effort into looking and dressing your best. Guys flocked to you. You were so beloved and popular that  everyone loved you the moment they saw you. You even became homecoming queen and was voted "Most Likely To Succeed."

Nowadays, you get winded by even the most minor amount of physical exertion. You've long since lost the ability to hold in your gas, with your body generating loud and extensive bouts of belching and flatulence at all hours of the day.  Your greasy face is awash with stains and acne and you can't remember the last time you've cleaned or styled your dirty, tangled hair. You can''t be bothered to change into new clothes everyday, wearing the same dirty shirt and sweatpants for weeks until they get too smelly and crusty even for you. Whenever you leave your apartment, you get nothing but looks of shock and disgust due to your appearance and smell. The only thing you're queen of now is your bathroom and from atop your porcelain throne you punish the plumbing so much that the superintendent has to unclog it twice a week. The only thing you've succeeded at was convincing the landlord not to kick you out due to your apartment's foul odors drifting through the halls.

You still get plenty of guys though, as many men have fat slobs as a fetish and you allow them pleasure themselves in your soft rolls in exchange for cash to continue your lifestyle. You've even managed to get a couple of food deliverymen to give you free meals in exchange for a few minutes of filthy delight. Your face and stomach are just as stained by your frequent visitors as they are by your poor eating habits. You're ashamed to admit it but these "gentlemen callers" are your only way to get sexual relief ever since the act reaching over your wide belly and rubbing yourself off became too much work for you.

Your mind turns back to your hunger and your immediate need to eat and satisfy your appetite, but standing and walking even such a short distance is too exhausting and you've neglected to charge up your nearby mobility scooter for days now. With repressed shame, you slowly roll off of the bed and onto the trash covered floor and begin crawling on all fours  towards the fridge. The effort upsets your stomach and you can't help but release a steady stream of sloppy gas and you begin wheezing and snorting as you become tired from 30 foot journey. You broke your kitchen chair last week and you couldn't be bother to climb into it even if it was still there. Instead, you grab an ice cream cake from a lower shelf in the freezer and begin to dig into it face first like the swine you know you've become.