I Made My Sister Fat

Brooke had gotten to spend a whole Summer lounging around a fucking poolside working at some fancy-schmancy hotel in North Carolina. Can you believe that? Mikayla was so jealous.

It had come with some drawbacks though. Or rather, some drawstrings, since sweats were one of the only things that Brooke could fit into once she came back. Whether it was the beach food or the hotel staff, Brooke had come back porkier than ever, and that's after leaving Mikayla to take care of their parents house for the whole Summer. Honestly, can you believe the nerve of some people? Now she's all tanned and lazy... Mikayla ought to teach her a lesson.

Brooke probably put on about thirty pounds since she'd left—what a hog, right?

Brooke had been working for months on some top-secret project that had needed her to work basically nonstop for that whole time. There had been nights when she slept out at her desk, if you can believe that. Sure they paid her well, but... at what cost, right?

Anyway, that came with a promotion. Now she was all fancy-pants above everybody, and that had definitely translated to her attitude at home. To say nothing of the fact that she'd been stressing and binging her troubles away on cheap junk from the vending machine just a few months ago. Brooke liked to pretend that she'd come out on top, but the truth was that all she'd gotten out of that ordeal (that both of them had to go through, considering how often Brooke lashed out at her sister!) was a pay raise and a gut. And Mikayla was not standing for this new superior attitude.

Throughout the whole thing, Brooke's probably put on like sixty pounds—a big head and a fatass? Lol.

Ugh. That stupid fucking scratch-off ticket. Who cares if she had wise investments or whatever? Nobody cared about cryptocurrency or anything like that, and Brooke didn't either! She was just aaaaall about reaping the rewards that came with it...

Okay, so back in college Brooke actually got lucky for once and bought a scratch-off ticket that had netted her a cool thousand dollars. Sweet, right? But instead of blowing it all like Mikayla had suggested, you know, having fun with it, she decided to "invest" it. About the most Brooke thing that she could have done. She bought a fortune in this really obscure cryptocurrency and managed to make a huge payday off of it—enough that she'd actually bought the house from her parents? Ugh, what a kissass. Speaking of asses, hers was pretty huge. All that fine dining and laying around at her nice cushy job had turned her into a real fatcat in more ways than one.

All in all Brooke had probably put on a hundred pounds since she'd cashed out her cryptocurrency—what was that, like three hundred and fifty pounds? What a cow.

And gawd don't you ever dare forget it. Like seriously, she liked to remind people every chance she got. Nobody cares that you went to some prep school in the mountains, Brooke. All it means is you got to spend your high-school years living in a dorm room. Shut up.

It went a long way to explaining where that superior attitude came from. Honestly, Mikayla didn't see the point. While Brooke was away wearing uniforms or whatever, she got to actually live her life. And she had to come home to go to college anyway, so she shouldn't be so high-and-mighty. But all jokes aside, what did they feed her up there? Brooke came back a total cow. To the point where even her best friend Olivia could barely recognize her. Not that Mikayla was all that surprised; Brooke had always had a big appetite even before she left for that stupid school. Just so she could wind up at a desk job at DynaCorp. Must suck to suck, smarty-pants!

Would you believe that Brooke weighs four hundred and fifty pounds? What a fucking whale...