chapter 17 - year later... + epilogue

A whole year had passed and for me it certainly was a big year that brought a lot of changes. It kinda tends to happen when you gain weight the way I did.

"What does the scale say? How much did I gain?" I asked Brian, who was... somewhere in the same room, hidden from my sight by my own body.

"You've gained... 258 pounds."

Well, you might think it isn't that bad to gain 258 pounds considering my already respectable weight and you would be right. Then again there is the slight problem that this number wasn't as much my gain in a year as it was my gain in the last month. And since it was pretty much an average month in my year... well, I'm sure you can do the math yourself.

"How do you feel now that you're officially over two tons, Court?"

"Heavy... and also quite a bit hungry too." Great... I haven't eaten for 12 minutes and I'm already starving!

I remember how big I thought Kelly was... now she could probably fit inside one of my boobs. Since I still had a couple of years of growing ahead of me, I could only wonder how big I would end up. Two tons... That is surreal! Obviously I knew for a long time that this milestone was coming, but it still was a lot to get my head around. It made sense though... Lately I was really starting to get too big for our house. As always, most of the weight found its way to my boobs. I don't know why I kept gaining there and I stopped trying to figure that out a long time ago. My theory was that god is just a pervert. (Since I'm technically the god of her universe, she's 100 % spot on)

The sheer size of my breasts was becoming a real issue. They were only like a half an inch from touching the ceiling and there wasn't much space keeping them from the walls either. We had to move, there was no question in my mind about it. I had no idea however, how to do it given my size...

Epilogue

The family gathered to celebrate my birthday. I certainly wasn't your average sixteen year old, but that was only to be expected given how the rest of my family looked like.

Most people would say I'm fat, the doctor said I was morbidly obese when I was half my current weight, but I never really saw myself as fat. Sure, I have a belly that rests on my thighs when I sit down, but it is hardly my most eye catching feature. In fact you can't even see it when you look at me. My bosom makes sure of that. What can I say? I am my mother's daughter after all. I like to think of myself as of being curvy. I already mentioned my bosom and size wise my posterior isn't far behind. So you could say it reaches quite far behind me. There is a reason why I prefer to sit on two chairs these days... Some might say that I am too curvy, but personally I don't think there can be too much of a good thing. I mean, just look at my mom! So what if she is larger than the house she grew up in? Each of her breasts weights over four tons and she looks absolutely stunning! I hope that I'll be as big as she is one day. Bigger! There, I've said it! I love to eat. Even more than eating I love the effect it has on my body. To be honest I can't wait for the family curse to hit me! It must feel so incredible to grow larger and larger! But I'm getting off topic.

From the outside my parents' house seems to be huge, but since a good half of it is taken up by my mother, it really isn't as big as it looks. Now when the rest of the family has arrived there isn't much space left for anything else. The little room that is left is filled with what seems to be an insane amount of food, but I'm quite certain it won't be enough.

I am the youngest of the family, but I certainly am not the smallest. That title belongs to Alice, daughter of my aunt Amber. At about 200 pounds she isn't really skinny, but she does appear that way next to my aunts and mother. Or next to me for that matter. Despite being the younger one I outweigh her easily by more than three hundred pounds. These days I am closing the gap between me and my aunts quite rapidly. Well, two of them anyway. I am still no match for aunt Kelly.

I was eating with gusto, taking bites from burgers in each of my hand, eating my way to a food coma, to that blissful state where nothing in the world mattered. I wasn't a big eater. After all it only took me like four hours of constant eating to feel absolutely stuffed. I patted my bloated belly hidden underneath my boobs and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Can you imagine," aunt Kelly said between munches, "how big will Allison get when the curse hits her?"