"Syl! How's it going!?"
"Becky!" Sylvia Winters gave her BFF, Rebecca Andersen, a big hug. Normally quite pale, Becky currently had a dark tan which contrasted harshly with her natural blonde hair. "How was Hawaii?"
"OMG, it was amazing! I didn't want to come back, like, at all. Can you believe summer is almost over?"
"I know, right? Seems like it just flew by." Where Rebecca had spent her summer on a beach, Syl had spent hers helping out at her parents' bookstore. Being a huge nerd, and very much in love with her a/c, she didn't feel she'd missed anything spending her summer out of the Evil Sun. "So, you ready for class?"
Sylvia was teasing her friend a bit, as Becky was a little notorious for being a poor student. Outside of art and gym, she wasn't very academically inclined. "Ugh, no. Not even a little. It's actually why I'm here today. Got to pick the last of the stuff I need before Monday."
"Same here! I just need to pick up my uniform from Burt's. What all you got left?"
"Well..." Becky trailed off as she pulled the list from her pocket. And what a list! Multiple pages of stuff, from clothes to note books and more. Sylvia went wide eyed as she looked over the sheets Becky handed her.
"... you haven't gotten a thing for school yet, have you?"
"Not exactly, no."
Syl rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Geez, girl. Well, you might as well come with me to Burt's and get your uniform squared away. I'll help you get the rest of this monster sorted after."
"Thanx, Syl! You're the best!"
"Don't I know it. You owe me for this one. For real."
The two girls chatted about their respective summers as they walked through the busy shopping center. Becky had clearly enjoyed her vacation on the Big Island, as Sylvia found it hard to get a word in edgewise. All of a sudden, the Scandinavian descendant fell silent mid-sentence. Sylvia, initially hopeful she'd be given a chance to speak, saw the blonde girl staring wide eyed over her shoulder. Frowning, she turned around to see what had shocked her to stillness.
Sylvia's jaw dropped as she saw a whale of a girl sitting on a bench just outside Burt's. She looked to be their age, but holy Toledo, she was so fat! Her wide hips easily took up more then half the bench, and even this far away, Sylvia could see her butt protruding out the back of the seat and drooping under its own mass. Her large belly was spread across her lap and rose high up, apparently deciding she could only be so wide along the x axis before growing across the z.
Her pale skin was flushed almost as red as her crimson hair, and the young girl was clearly sweating. The threadbare clothes she was wearing looked fit to burst around her oversized features, and she was breathing heavily as she scarfed down a pair of jumbo sized chili cheese dogs. There was a whole slough of bags beside her, indicating that she'd done a fair bit of shopping today, and taking that with how tired she clearly was, she was obviously in pretty poor shape.
Sylvia just watched in shocked silence for a moment as she watched this jumbo sized tub of lard added even more calories to her unpretentious country wide ass. Her reverie was broken by Becky's voice quietly muttering, "Wait a second. I know that girl..."
She trailed off for a second, the gears slowly turning before she snapped her fingers. "Got it! It's Clifford!"
Sylvia frowned. "Who?"
Becky rolled her eyes. "You know, Clifford? The big, red dog? The fat, soulless ginger who doesn't talk. That's, oh God, what's her real name...?"
Sylvia suddenly interrupted. "Wait, you mean Alice?"
"Yes, that's it!"
"No way, it can't be. I mean, yeah, she was pretty big, but not like this!" Even as she said it, Sylvia looked over the object of their discussion. As she looked at her face, she slowly came to realize that this was, in fact, Alice. "OMG, that is her! Holy crap, she got huge!"
"I'll say," Becky giggled.
"How did she even get that big!?"
"Poor diet and lack of exercise, I'd say."
"... thanks, Becky. Never would've guessed."
"Hey, ask a stupid question..."
"Still," Syl tried to redirect the conversation back to Alice. "That is a special kind of fat. Like, make the news level of fat. How is that even possible?"
"Don't know." Becky had an evil smirk spreading across her face. "Wanna ask her?"
******
Alice chewed her hot dogs while taking deep breaths through her nose. It had so far been an exhausting day, and her poor, underwhelming muscles were just not equipped for this level of work.
Her night had gone the way every night had for her all summer; with her steadily chewing as she traveled through the lands of Azeroth. She'd finished her cinnastix before she started gaming, and mindlessly ate slice after slice of pizza as she grinded for soul shards. Her main was a female human warlock on the Classic servers, which meant she frequently had to restock her supply of shards, which meant a lot of grinding, and a crippling fear of bag space.
This also left her other hand free to funnel a steady stream of pizza into her maw, and by the time she called it a night at 1 am, she'd managed to finish off the pepperoni pizza, and start on the ham and pineapple. Her belly felt packed to brim as she arranged her pillows for the night. Her butt cheeks were so large that she had her bed tilted up and several pillows piled behind her back, just to let her sleep well.
She woke up about 8:30 this morning. Her computer desk was right beside her bed, and so, without even having to get up, she ate another three slices of pizza and finished off the last half of her 2L of pop. After that, she waddled to the bathroom for a quick shower, then came back and plopped down on her poor, defenseless chair for more pizza and WOW. It was only as she finished off the second pizza that she remembered her appointment. Quickly getting dressed and rushing to the bus stop ("quickly" being relative, mind), she got to the mall just on time.
It was only after she arrived that she learned her mom had given her the wrong time, and that she was in fact an hour early. "Knowing mom, she did that intentionally 'cause she didn't trust me to be on time. Bitch."
Given she had a bit of time, and the fact that her sweats were being held together with duct tape, Alice did a bit of other shopping while waiting for her appointment. She now had a number of new pants and shirts, all of them very stretchy and without pesky buttons or sleeves to worry about. Heck, she'd even had time for lunch before her adjustment, which was good, as she was absolutely starving. Alice's overworked stomach was used to having consumed considerably more food by now. Under normal circumstances, she'd have been finishing off the third pizza by now, and ordering something through uber eats.
By comparison, two chili dogs were a pauper's meal, but beggar's can't be choosers, and she didn't really have time for a full meal right now.
As she took the last bite of her dogs, a large drop of chili fell onto her stained and straining shirt, and she promptly wiped it off with her finger. As she slurped the digit dry, she saw two very familiar figures coming towards her...
******
What happens next?
Choice 1: Sylvia and Rebecca were friends with Alice once upon a time, though they've drifted apart since elementary. Any teasing the two girls do isn't done entirely in mean spirits, though it probably wouldn't be well received by the shy redhead. Could this be the start of Alice coming out of her shell? Or could the two push her too far without meaning to?
Choice 2: The two might have been friends with Alice at one point, but that ship sailed a long time ago. As Alice became a chubby nerd and social outcast, Syl and Becky became part of the popular crowd, and "Clifford" was a favorite target for the school elite. Her recent ballooning has been a consistent source of fun the last couple of years, but this summer set a new high for "Fatty Cakes." Any teasing and bullying done here is definitely malicious in intent. Expect these two and their friends to humiliate Alice every chance they get, as well as to stuff her and try to make her even fatter. Could this be Alice's final push into becoming the fattest middle school shut-in ever?
Choice 3: This is for any option someone might have that's not covered by the first two choices. Be creative!
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