Tara West had changed since she last lived at home.
When she had last visited her mother and baby sister during her annual visit, she was riding high at her job in Charleston, quickly climbing the corporate ladder. Her rise in the ranks was pretty astounding; sure, she was plenty qualified, with excellent grades from Wofford sufficient evidence to suggest that she was both hard-working and intelligent. But even Tara had found it a bit hard to believe that she’d risen from a lower-level management gig all the way up to the board of directors, all in the span of just a few weeks! This had to be too good to be true!
Unfortunately, it was too good to be true. Not a day after Tara was unanimously voted as CEO, the shit had hit the fan. On her first day as the face of the company, before she’d even had a chance to fully furnish her top-floor office, dozens of FBI agents swarmed the building, making their grand entrance during peak business hours. Before Tara knew what was happening, an agent handed her a warrant, while his colleagues began boxing up every computer, every hard drive, every single piece of paper in sight. As she read over the warrant, Tara couldn’t believe what she was seeing printed on the page; ‘Insider Trading’? ‘False Accounting Practices’? ‘Embezzlement’? This couldn’t be right! Surely somebody in charge would have done something before this got out of hand, right?
Well, as of yesterday, Tara herself was in charge. She’d been set up; the board of directors had collaborated in promoting a patsy to take the fall for their illicit dealings. She was an easy target; eager to impress, she had demonstrated that she wasn’t one to question how things were run.
Tara had been arrested, but only briefly. Thankfully, the board hadn’t done a great job of covering their tracks, so it didn’t take long for her to be let go. But word spread quickly throughout the corporate world, and her arrest quickly made her persona non grata in the business world. Even in Charleston, her name was mud as headlines painted her as the master manipulator. While these were later retracted, the damage was done, and in Charleston, Tara West would forever be recognized as the harlot that cost hundreds of hard-working men and women their jobs.
Tara, unable to find employment, became a bit of a recluse. She rarely ventured outside, save for the occasional trip to the local grocery store, where she’d inevitably have to endure various obscenities flung her way by other customers, and occasionally employees. Content to spend her days on her couch in front of the tv, ordering take-out and guzzling bottles of wine, Tara didn’t have anybody to turn, save for her aloof cat, Boots. She’d avoided telling her family about what had happened, knowing her mom would insist she move back in, and it that would just give her fat-assed sister ammunition. She had enough saved up to last her for a while, but her increased reliance on delivery ramped up her food bills, and wine bought in bulk didn’t come cheap. Before she knew it, she was a month overdue on her lease. Then two months. Three months in, in the dead of night, she packed up whatever belongings she could carry and left Charleston for good.
Pulling into the West driveway, Tara felt broken and defeated, a glorious warrior returning home after a humiliating defeat. She’d tried her hardest, done everything right, but it was all for naught. Just like her sister, the world had given her a thorough beating, and had come crawling back home to mommy.
As Tara had lived the life of a recluse, she’d been less inclined to properly clothe herself, relying on sweats and t-shirts whenever she had to venture outside. Unfortunately, the combination of inactivity and an excess of calories led to her outgrowing most of her wardrobe. Her ass, accustomed to whole days spent on a food-stained couch, had expanded, though Tara was certainly more top-heavy than her sister. As her belly and boobs swelled outward, the vast majority of her tops were tossed out, save for a few oversized night shirts that were quickly become undersized everyday shirts.
As Tara walked up the gravel walkway to the front door, she could feel the cool October breeze bite the lowest part of her stomach, her t-shirt having ridden up enough to expose a few inches of flab to the elements. After reaching the front door, she set down Boots’ cat carrier and her suitcase, rang the doorbell, and attempted to pull down her shirt to hide her tummy, but she gave up trying as it almost instantly rode back up, pulled tight by her expansive chest. Like it or not, Tara wasn’t going to be able to hide the sixty or so pounds she’d brought with her.
The door opened, and Mrs. West threw open the door when she saw her daughter standing on the other side. “Tara! Welcome home!” She pulled Tara in for a great big hug, and Tara had to fight back tears as she hugged back. After a few seconds, her mom pulled away. “What’re you doing here? Are you ok, honey?”
“I’m fine, mom. I just…need a change of pace for a bit.” Tara had neglected to tell her family what had happened. If her mom knew, Haley would know, and then…who knows how far that could spread. She’d left Charleston to get away from this situation, and she didn’t want to deal with any of that any more. Luckily for her, the news wasn’t big enough to spread to the little town of Spartanburg.
“Well, sure, you can stay as long as you like!” She bent down and unlatched the door to Boots’ cage. “You too! Come on out!” Boots strolled out of her cage, and made her way into the living room, claiming a spot on the couch.
“Let me take your things, Tara! Dinner should be ready soon. Your sister’s in the kitchen, go on in and say hi.”
“Thanks, mom. Love you.” She kissed her mom on the cheek before kicking off her shoes and making her way inside.
Tara was relieved that her mom hadn’t mentioned her weight; had she not noticed? More likely, she had noticed and hadn’t commented out of love for her daughter. Heck, Haley was fatter than her, and their mom hadn’t brought it up once!
Tara walked through the living room towards the kitchen. The delicious aroma of home-cooked food caused her stomach to growl. Now it really felt like home! She couldn’t wait to eat her worries away.
She rounded the corner into the kitchen. where she came face-to-face with Haley. Or rather, Haley’s titanic ass. Good lord, her sister had sure porked up, big time!
Haley was bent over in front of the cupboard, her mile-wide hips stretching out and obscuring Tara’s view inside. Wider than the cupboard doorway itself, Haley’s ass stretched out both behind her and to the sides, taking up much more than its fair share of the limited kitchen space. She was rummaging about, clearly looking for something on one of the lower shelves, and her movements caused her butt cheeks to jostle about in her sweats, pushing her waistband down until the top few inches of her butt were exposed.
“Jesus, and I thought I got fat.”
Haley stood up and turned towards Tara, black crumbs dotting her lips. “Tara? What the fuck are you doing here?”
“That’s no way to greet your big sister, Haley. Wanna try that again?”
Haley glared at Tara. “No, not really. Why are you here? Isn’t it kind of early” She glanced down at Tara’s middle, and broke out into a grin. “Wow, you got fat.”
Tara frowned. “Shut up, Haley, you’re one to talk! Nice plumber’s crack, by the way.”
Haley’s grin vanished, and she reached behind her and pulled up the waistband of her sweats with one hand. In the other, she held a half-empty tray of Oreos.
Tara nodded towards the cookies. “Isn’t mom making dinner?”
“It’s just a snack.” Haley said defensively. She pulled out of the cookies and shoved it into her mouth.
Their mom’s head poked around the corner. “Girls, go ahead and sit down! I’ll bring dinner out when it’s ready!” She glanced toward Haley and frowned. “Haley, you’re going to ruin your appetite!”
“Fat chance of that.” Tara muttered. Haley scowled, and waddled out of the kitchen as she shoved another Oreo into her face.
Tara followed after her, watching as Haley eased herself into two chairs at the head of the table, and continued cramming cookies down her throat. Tara looked around for a few seconds before asking, “Hey mom? Where’s grandma’s old chair?”
Their mom’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Oh, that old thing? It broke, and I had to throw it out.”
Tara glanced over at Haley, currently occupying two equally old and creaky wooden chairs. She had a feeling she knew how that old chair had really broken, but she bit her lip.
She settled down into a seat of her own, and her mom brought out the first serving dish. “I hope you’re hungry for fried chicken!”
Tara licked her lips and stroked her belly in anticipation of the meal to come.
It was good to be home.
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