Chapter #7Coat Buster by: Unknown “Mom, you can’t be serious. I have no need to diet”
“Oh yes you do, young lady. I’ve been stuck with this weight most of my life and I’ve risked getting very serious health problems. I can’t let you fall down the same path.”
Lucy pouted. “It’s my body and my choice mom.”
Susan was very cross. “Not while you’re in my house. From this moment forward not one scrap of food touches your lips without my say so.”
“That is so ridiculous!!” Lucy shouted, throwing her arms into the air. “You do realize that’s not going to stop me. When I’m at school, the mall, my job at Greasy Burger or anywhere else, I can pig out as much as I want! You don’t have that kind of control over me!”
“Now hold it—” Susan began, but Lucy brushed past her and went down the stairs. She ran to the garage, hopped in her car and drove off. Susan didn’t try to stop her. She sighed. “Lucy is just going to get herself sick and then she’ll realize the poor choices she has made.”
In an act of private defiance, Lucy drove thru a Burger King. She ordered every variety of the Whopper and ate them parked in a corner space. She ate furiously, grumbling to herself. “Stupid mom, always trying to control my life, expects me to be ‘Little-Miss-Perfect’…”
As she binged, the first snowflakes of the winter season began to fall…
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Lucy arrived home very late, her stomach red from the food forced into it. Her family was asleep, including Susan, who had tried to stay up and wait for her daughter to return. Nevertheless, Lucy crept to her room in the dark. Once she reached the relative safety of her bedside she stripped out of her clothes until she was left with nothing but now ill-fitting underwear. She crawled into her sheets and fell asleep as she reached her pillow.
The next morning Lucy awoke groggily. Her late arrival and stuffed stomach had made her a heavy sleeper. She glanced at her alarm clock.
“No! I only have twenty minutes before I have to leave for school!” Lucy tumbled out of bed. She rushed to the bathroom but realized that she had no time for her normal routine. She handled some minor hygiene effects and then dashed to her closet.
“What happened to all of my clothes?!” she shrieked. Only one outfit lied on the floor. She quickly searched her bureau but found that all of its drawers were bare too. Finally, she noticed a note one yellow paper on her bedside table. Lucy skimmed the contents.
Lucy, when you were gone last night Mary got into your room with a gallon of ice cream and made a big mess out off all of your clothing. I’ve had to take most of it with me to the laundromat today because of the shear amount of laundry that has to be done. We will talk once I am home.
-Mom
Fuming, she picked up the remaining pants from her closet. It was an old pair of jeans, once baggy but Lucy grew horrified as her plumper thighs filled the legs nicely. The waist was humorously small. She just managed to cover her enlarged posterior, but that meant that the jeans had to by latched below her bulging middle. Lucy groaned audibly when she realized the only shirt left in her room was a white tube top. Lucy had bought it to annoy her mother once and subsequently it was shrunk in the wash. She struggled into it. Now that she was fatter, the shortened fabric covered the private parts of her chest and little else. It was like the times she would step out of the shower and tie a midsized towel around her breasts.
Lucy bit her lip. “This is not good winter wear. Don’t I at least have a coat?” In fact, she did. An orange jacket was hidden on a hanger in the far side of her closet. Lucy forced her arms through the tapering sleeves. “I guess I wear my coat the whole day. But could it be any tighter?”
What Lucy failed to realize is that the jacket fit fine when she was forty pounds lighter. She struggled to get it to zip up properly. By sucking in her stomach she managed to slowly but firmly zip the zipper all the way to her chin. She felt as if she was stuffed into a sushi roll.
And then the strangest thing happened. As Lucy exhaled, her fuller breasts returned to their original position, effectively pushing the zipper downward. Her belly followed suit, until with a final grunt and a chink, the ends of the zipper broke apart. Her own fat had unzipped her coat!
Lucy stared down in silence for a moment. Her top left most of her upper body exposed and her jacket could only keep her back covered. “You have got to be kidding me…”
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