Chapter 4 - four

I was so disappointed that my puzzling/scary/sexual journey was almost over, that for the next month I ate like a crazed beast. I was beyond caring; I wanted to let this sexual elation last just another month before I had to kick my ass back into shape.

My parents eyed me like hawks at dinner. As I scarfed down third helpings each night they began hinting.

"Honey, the trainer won't be able to work with you if you don't eat sensibly."

"I know mom, don't worry, I just think I'm growing again."

"You got that right..." my dad said under his breath. My mom nudged him.

As my weight skyrocketed, they began more than hinting.

"Lindsey M. Hectson, you need to get control of yourself. Your eating has become a serious health issue. Now, I want you to go on a diet before you meet with the trainer next month." My mom said one night.

I decided to take her advice.

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My diet consisted of cramming as many chocolate sweets into my mouth as I could until I could barely stand up from exhaustion. Then I waited until my parents were asleep and snuck out for fast food. I drove around eating until practically morning. On the way to school I stopped by 7 - 11 and picked up enough snacks to last me through the day. I grabbed armfuls of chips and candy bars. After sleeping through my classes, I headed to work to repeat the process.

I monopolized the gossip circuit. I heard people talking under their breaths as I walked by. But I didn't care. I'd show them when I got back into shape. I would shut them up soon enough. But, for now, I was going to live out my emerging sexual dream and fatten myself up. I was really growing into myself.

I admired my new curves in the school bathroom. My stomach stretched outwards; a bluberous roll creased my mid section. Its soft bulk curved outwards and rested at the trunk of my legs. My boobs were now bigger than I'd ever imagined. I used to joke around about how hot I'd look in a bigger cup size. Now my dream came true under different circumstances than I intended. They filled out my newly purchased D-cups. The two most obvious signs of my weight gain were my monstrous ass pushing against my jeans and my belly pushing against my shirt. I had always hated how fat girls were so shameless. Didn't they realize they shouldn't be wearing tight shirts? It wasn't by choice, however, that my shirt was so tightly wrapped around my stomach. It was loose when I bought it.

I felt sexy and ugly. I thought I was damn hot as a fat girl, but I knew I was the only one. My face was still pretty. I liked my eyes and the symmetry of my face. My self-esteem was higher than ever, in a sense. I guess it was hard for me to get out of my cheer bitch, and I say that endearingly, mindset.