As the semester rolled on, Haley continued to wrestle with her weight.
Rather, she continued to wrestle with her feelings about her weight.
Despite what were unfortunately her best attempts at curbing her continuing expansion, Haley was simply too lazy to put forth the effort. She didn’t want to diet. She loved food! The thought of going without all of her favorite foods just to shed some pounds and inches left her with this empty feeling in the pit of her gut—one that she usually wound up filling with an extra helping or portion here and there.
Haley had only continued to balloon outwards as her Senior Year crawled along at a snail’s pace. Her thighs swelled outwards into hammy saddlebags, making her doughy hands sit at an angle hanging down. Her ass was getting so wide that she was starting to catch the doorways on campus, her bulging butt flesh quivering and quaking behind her by a full foot as she waddled along on pillowy pillars of pudgy legs. Her stomach sunk lower, spread wider, and did everything in its power to prop up the comparatively teensy tits that had somehow managed to remain shoppably small. Her profile, arms and shoulders meant that she could pass on social media as just a little plump. A soft little double chin, and some cute chubby cheeks.
But the reality of it was that, from the waist down, Haley was getting huge.
Another thirty pounds had crept on over the holidays, putting her at a seemingly impossible size of three hundred and ten. After New Year’s, she was up to three fifteen. And by the middle of January, another hundred and fifty pounds had waltzed through the door to make Haley’s life a living hell.
That’s right—her sister had come for her annual visit.
“Oh. My. God.” Tara had said at the first opportunity, “Haley…”
“Don’t say it.”
“Your butt is so big.”
“Knock it off.”
“You look like one of those *scoff* rap guys’ girlfriends.”
“I swear to Jesus Christ that I will sit on you.”
“Ugh, I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there, I mean, ugh, gross.”
“Okayokayokay what the fuck ever Tara.”
“Do you remember when we used to sing that song on the way to school?” Tara asked, grabbing a handful of her sister’s belly blubber between her forefinger and thumb, “Did you ever think that it would be the inspiration for your descent into being a total fatass?”
“Tara—”
“I blame Sir Mix-a-Lot of all of this junk in your trunk.” Tara slapped Haley across the cheeks, squishing and shaking as they wobbled beneath the tightest pair of leggings known to man, “Jesus Christ, Haley—what does mom feed you?”
Tara had been teasing Haley for most of her life. It had stemmed, largely, from her being less popular than her baby sister. But ever since Haley started getting fat, her weight problem had been ripe for the picking. Years of frustration finally had an outlet; and every year that channel widened proportionately with the size of Haley’s pants.
“Your belly’s so heavy!” Tara hefted her sister’s gut up with both hands, letting it fall back into place as a quivering mass of fat, “How long until we have to start buttering up the doorways?”
“Are you done feeling me up?” Haley crossed her doughy arms, “Because this for sure isn’t my fetish.”
“Is your fetish butter?”
“MOOOM!!”
“Okay jeez, chill out gawd.” Tara shushed her sister in a low tone, “I’m sorry, don’t be such a fucking baby.”
Standing side by side in Tara’s bedroom, there was no denying just how big Haley’d gotten. The full-length mirror told her everything she needed to know about just how much wider she was than her sister. How much more of her there was. How fat she’d gotten. Tara couldn’t hold a candle to Haley’s size—even if she’d always been a little flat. Her waist was as big around as one of Haley’s thighs, for Christ’s sake!
On the one hand, she didn’t like being so much fatter than she used to be. Getting up and down the stairs was a chore. She had this pronounced waddle that left her gasping for breath if she made the mistake of walking somewhere longer than a few yards away. Her massive fucking thighs had eaten holes through every decent pair of pants, sweats, and leggings known to man and shorts had become completely out of the question.
But on the other, Haley only really started to regret taking all those extra portions and slacking off on her exercise whenever someone teased her about it. She didn’t exactly hate how she looked, which was more than what most people could say about themselves…
“I’m stressed.” Haley finally said in a defiant huff, “Senior year is kicking my butt, okay?”
“Senior Year must be tired then.”
“Fuck you, Tara!”
“I’m kidding.” Her older sister said with a smile, “Look, I know how stressful college is, y’know?”
“You went to Wofford on a full ride.”
“And that was stressful as fuck— a 3.5 GPA at Wofford is a ridiculous an unmaintainable goal.” Tara gripped Haley’s meaty shoulders, “But I managed to get through it. And so will you.”
She smiled softly in a rare moment of genuine affection between them. She gave her sister a good squeeze, forcing her slender body into Haley’s heft, and parting towards the door. Their mom was cooking a big Welcome Back Tara meal (the same one that she cooked every year, filled to the brim with her older sister’s favorites) and the scent of smorgasbord had been tantalizing Haley all morning. One of… but definitely not the only… benefit to having her sister stick around for a little while.
“Even if that’s the only thing you fit through by the time you’re done, wide-load.”
“WHAT THE FUCK, TARA.”
“Maybe I’ll tell mom to donate your share to someone who needs it.” Tara said, slowly making a break for it, “Spartanburg County has a homeless shelter right—think of all the needy homeless people who could live off your leftovers!”
As Tara scampered down the hallway, Haley waddling slowly behind her, it was almost like they were kids again. The sound of their bickering used to fill the house when they were young. It was only fitting that it continued well into their adulthood.
“WE WERE HAVING A MOMENT, YOU ASSHOLE!”
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