We were just another couple looking for a fresh start as we walked into the weight loss meeting full of hope—but she was waiting. The Goddess of Gluttony didn’t offer salvation; she offered temptation we couldn’t refuse. One glance from her, and suddenly, it wasn’t a meeting we were attending—it was a buffet. That first feast was only the beginning. Weeks passed, then months, each one marked by tighter clothes and longer rests between steps. Little habits turned into cravings, and soon, every outing became an excuse to eat just a little more. Social graces crumbled as our bodies swelled, bellies pushing forward with each passing week, our once-casual indulgences becoming rituals of excess. By the time we realized how heavy we had become, it was already too late. That pull, that promise of just one more taste. We’d never stop chasing it, not with the Goddess's voice echoing in our minds, sweet as honey and twice as thick.