Days like today when I’m tired and in a bit of a cbf’d mood are what make this page a day thing hard! 😦 But, we have to finish off our Gluttony story. Thus, what is hopefully the conclusion.
“Mirena! Is that really you?” The ex-supermodel cringed at the sound of her name. She had ventured out of the house for the first time in a long time, mostly because she couldn’t kick the craving she was having for a good hamburger, and no place would deliver.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stated, and started lumbering forward again.
“Oh my god, it IS you! I’d recognize that voice anywhere. What’s happened?! You used to be so… so…” the woman who had recognized her continued on and on, causing a commotion. It wasn’t long before people were snapping pictures of the much larger Mirena, and sending them to their friends and of course, the paparazzi.
A crowd had started to form around Mirena, all calling her name, and many of them starting to jeer at her for her rather large size now. Mirena, cheeks burning with shame and humiliation, attempted to get through the crowd before the paparazzi showed up.
Sadly, she didn’t succeed, and soon found herself surrounded by the flash of many cameras. In another life, she wouldn’t have minded that… but now…
Eventually, she managed to escape to her apartment, tears spilling down her cheeks. Shame, guilt, and anger filled her, and she found herself crawling into bed and crying herself to sleep.
“Are you prepared for your Bride, my Lord?” Mazireb asked.
“I am most eager to meet her.”
“Good. She will be here very soon.”
The mystery of Mirena Sampson has now been solved. It appears the once svelt and beautiful supermodel has given up her healthy eating ways for a life of… well, we’re not sure what. As you can see from this video taken yesterday, she’s much changed than what she used to be.
“She really let herself go, didn’t she?”
“There’s no words to describe what’s happened to her… other than she got fat…”
“This is worse than what Kirstie Alley’s biggest days were like!”
The jeers and taunts continued, haunting Mirena even when her television and radio weren’t on. The scrolled across her internet feeds, ‘solving’ the mystery of Mirena Sampson.
Mirena was tired of crying, however. She stood up and shuffled to the bathroom, disrobing herself along the way. She took a long good look in the mirror at her now grotesque features – rolls of fat, cellulite, and the triple chin she had worked herself into. She could barely see her neck anymore from all the fat she had developed over the past few years, and never mind trying to do any sort of real exercise.
For the first time in three years, Mirena took a long good look at herself. All the eating and drinking in the world had brought this upon her, and it was up to her to take care of it now. Her hands trembling, she brought the gun that she kept in her apartment up and placed the muzzle against her head. She stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment, before changing her mind and placing the muzzle inside her mouth. Inhaling sharply, she quickly pulled the trigger, a roar of pain and then….
“My bride, you have come.” The Prince of Gluttony stared at the physical embodiment of the soul of Mirena Sampson. Her eyes fluttered open as her soul finally passed through into the underworld, where the Prince awaited. “All mine…” he cooed at her, stroking her hair.
She cringed from the grotesque creature before hher.
“Ahh you cringe, but look at what your soul is like. Look at what that never ending hunger has done to you.” A mirror appeared near where Mirena lay, and she looked.
If anything she appeared fatter than she had in life. Rolls upon rolls of fat hung off her body, her jowls large and droopy. Her breasts had grown in proportion to the rest of her and now they literally sagged down almost to her knees, the nipples brushing the very top of her kneecap.
Behind her, shuffling in on his own two large feet, came Mazireb. He grinned, his yellowed teeth glowing in the darkened room. “My Princess, you are quite fetching!”
Mazireb’s form then shimmered, and shifted. First, it took on the form of the mousy haired woman who had given Mirena a bottle of water so many years ago. “Did you like the water I gave you? It only started you on your journey to your husband!” Mazireb’s form shifted again, this time to the form of the woman who had noticed her on the street a day ago. “And it’s only fair that you finished bringing yourself here.” Once more Mazireb’s form changed, this time back to the demon himself.
Mirena, inside, continued to scream, however on the outside, she felt her mouth stretch into a smile.