This choice: C) Lol fuck it, what's the worst that could happen? • Go Back...Chapter #5Speed-running the Life of Haley by: SpartacusDA   Barely able to remember the time when she lived in Charleston briefly, Haley awoke once again in “her room” with a groan. She’d managed to climb all the way to buying her way into the presidency last time, and been assassinated before the inauguration for her troubles.
It wasn’t even a traditional assassination either. Some society for 'temperance' had poisoned her food.
This time looping thing was bullshit. Haley had spent literal centuries trying to live her life different ways and it always ended up the same; back here, in her Mama’s house, waking up under this fluffy pink comforter.
The very familiar scent of bacon and eggs hit her nostrils.
Fuck it, she was going to speed run it this time.
Figuratively speaking of course, it had been a long time since Haley 'ran' anywhere.
Slowly rolling onto her back, Haley felt cold air hit her exposed love handle. The pink comforter was considerably larger than the one she remembered long ago when she'd been thin, but it got carried along with the massive bulk of her ponderous belly and let a wide swath of naked skin feel the open air.
Haley's room was a little more crowded now. A couple loops ago her bed had been upgraded to a King, and there just wasn't room for all that furniture in this second floor bedroom. Idly she wondered if the next time she ended up back here she'd already be moved to the first floor bedroom.
And upgraded to a California King.
Groaning with the effort, Haley heaved herself to a seated position and then to her feet. Thank whatever capricious gods had put her in this situation had let some of her strength training carry into the next loop along with her weight, so she remained mobile even as she neared that half-ton milestone.
Modifications to the doors in her life however, did not carry over into the next loop. Obviously her Mama couldn't quite afford it with what little money was left after buying groceries.
“–hnnng– Goddamnit…”
Pressing one hand on each side of the doorframe, Haley winced as the wood bit into her hips and love handles as she squeezed her way through.
Plodding down the stairs with house-shaking steps, Haley eventually emerged in the kitchen.
"There she is—my hungry little college student!" Haley's mom cooed as she always did while her daughter plodded across the room to the three chairs placed together to support her elephantine ass, "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good." Haley smacked her lips, these early meals somehow always tasted best. "What time is it—eight, nine?"
"More like ten thirty." The older woman stretched one arm to reach across her daughter’s girth and pat her cheek, "I figured you needed to get your rest."
“Now remember, I don't even want to hear the word "job" until–“
“Got it Mom, no job hunting until after the first semester. Say, do you mind if I take the guest room? Those stairs are kind of a lot.”
“Sure thing sweetheart.” Mrs West set a plate piled high with at least eight pancakes in front of her daughter. “You want som–“
“Yes please, the blueberry kind.”
Haley didn’t even wait for the blue sweetener to flow over her skyscraper of carbs before digging in. Within moments her plate was nothing but crumbs and blue smears, and Mrs West was building a fresh stack as tall as the first.
“These are great Mama... Extra butter?”
“Extra love… or maybe butter.”
“For sure the butter.” Haley muttered happily as she shoved a fist size mouthful into her maw.
***
As always it took a few weeks to convince the administration at USC Upstate to let her test out of her business degree. She could have sat the classes again, but honestly, after over a century of learning and applying that knowledge, she might have literally gone insane.
Like that one time… Haley didn’t like to think about that one time...
At any rate, she always tried to make time for her bestie, Courtney Kleinschmidt. The busty blonde had stuck by her through most of the loops, and she definitely made things more interesting.
Like that other one time... Haley did like to think about that one time... especially when she was alone...
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