"No more crumpets for you, young lady!" Taylor joked to herself, imagining what her mother would have said in a cartoonishly exaggerated British accent. Her parents found this particular portion of her humor annoying, but Taylor couldn't help what she found funny. Besides, no one else was around to hear it. However, the reason for her quip remained.
Over the course of the last four years, Taylor had been living with her boyfriend, Jason, while she attended college. She'd been trying to avoid gaining weight, but it had slowly started creeping up on her. It wasn't much at first—if it got too high, she'd work (most of) it off soon enough—but lately, her efforts had slackened. She wasn't exercising as much anymore, wasn't watching what she ate as closely anymore, and it was going straight to her waistline.
And so, here she stood, trying to overcome the obstacle that all who have found themselves a bit rounder than before must overcome—the buttoning of her jeans. Gradually, they had become harder and harder to put on, but she always managed to do so. With a final effort, Taylor passed the button through the loop and zipped up her jeans. Exhaling slowly, Taylor checked the button. It still held, but it was quite strained. Adjusting her black Deadpool T-shirt over the waistband, Taylor looked at her reflection.
A new muffin top had formed around her waist, sticking out fairly prominently from beneath her shirt. Her jeans were a lot tighter around her lower body, slowly transforming into skinny jeans. Her belly pooched out, threatening to spill over her waistband. Her arms were losing their toning, and the Deadpool logo on her shirt seemed a bit stretched (although not by much, Taylor sadly noted). With dread, Taylor went to the bathroom, pulled out the scale, and hopped on. The numbers flashed, adjusted, then stopped.
140 lbs.
Taylor had gained 10 pounds of pure fat.
In the kitchen, Taylor could hear sizzling. Jason was making pancakes. Her stomach growled hungrily, wanting breakfast. Taylor made her way to the kitchen.
"Mornin', Tay," greeted Jason, smiling. "You're just in time." He put down a plate stacked with three large flapjacks drenched in butter and syrup in front of Taylor.
It's no wonder I've been gaining weight. Jason, sweet as he is, always seems to make too much food for me.
"Jason," Taylor said, "don't you think this is a bit… much?"
"No. Is it?" Jason's expression took a turn for the worried.
"Oh, no, not at all! It's just…"
"What? What is it?"
"… Nothing," Taylor answered, shaking her head. She wasn't ready to confront her weight gain just yet. Grabbing a knife and fork, she dug in.
Jason, for his part, only had a bowl of cereal. This was something Taylor found strange—for someone who always gave her such a large breakfast, he ate fairly little himself.
By the time she was finished, Taylor was quite stuffed. She felt like she wouldn't need to eat anything for the rest of her life. She also felt the button of her jeans no longer attached to them. It lay on her seat, face-down. Palming it, Taylor got up gently. Giving Jason a smile and a quick kiss, she returned to her room, changed into some stretch pants, grabbed her bags, and left for her first class of the day.
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