chapter 3

The next six months were a period of adjustment into a life of obesity for Kendall. For the first time in 13 years, Kendall wasn't playing soccer. She had played her entire life in various leagues and as a star varsity player on her high school team as a sophomore. Now, however, she had become so obese, and there was no way for her heavy body to handle exercise. Although Kendall loved gaining weight and the effects it had on her body, this was a hard adjustment for her. She had always loved the game and it was painful for her to see her girlfriends winning games and having fun. Kendall still came to the games, and still sat with the team. Her teammates and coach believed she had a glandular problem which was causing her weight gain, and at the rate Kendall was gaining, she very well may have. Of course, girls were malicious about it. In school, she was ignored by the boys and tormented by many of her former friends. One particular girl, Abby, often made comments about disliking fatties. She would give Kendall pointed glares, staring directly and her globe-like stomach. She had once overheard Abby call her a fat pig in the girls locker room during gym class, as an out of breath Kendall struggled to remove her "exercise" shirt and her hanging stomach revealed itself from underneath the shirt. Kendall refused to do most of the physical activity in gym class, as doing anything but sit made her entire body jiggle and quake. She could not keep her breath for long, even when walking, and she could only run for a few seconds. Kendall was turned on by this, however. She would often waddle slowly around the track during gym class, and would take frequent breaks on any bench she passed. And she felt turned on as the boys were giving her protruding and hanging stomach, tucked vicariously into too-small yoga pants, curious glares as they ran by her while she slowly waddled around the track.

Throughout her senior year, Kendall's weight continued to shoot up and Kendall was utterly obese. More so than before, Kendall was beginning to struggle with adapting to her constantly higher weight. Kendall spent the vast majority of time on her bed eating, and she had become extremely lazy as a result. She lived a completely sedentary lifestyle, and her only exercise was taking the stairs up to her bedroom and waddling around school. She had no desire to do anything but lie in her bed, eat until her lard covered stomach stuck out from some fattening food, and touch herself. On this January morning, Kendall heaved herself out of bed. She stood up and waddled to the toilet, feeling her shelf-like ass jiggle behind, and sat on the toilet. Her ass spread much wider than the toilet bowl room. She had to go pee for quite some time, and sighed with relief. Kendall hadn't wanted to get up from bed, even to use the bathroom, as she felt famished this morning, even though she had eaten 5 slices of pizza right before she went to bed. She sat on the toilet, her stomach divided into two large thick rolls, and her fat thighs spread slightly to make room for her stomach. Her lap was disappearing. After she was done peeing, she grabbed at the wall on the side of the toilet and hoisted herself up with a slight gasp, feeling her knees pop. Kendall looked down at her body, and grabbed her belly with an obese hand, resting the other hand on the wall. It reached her pussy now, making her lady parts less accessible, and this was a giant turn on for Kendall. She waddled to the scale and stepped on it. 278 the scale said. That was more than Kendall thought. She examined herself in the mirror. Her face was not all that fat. It looked more like a cute girl who had put on 20 pounds during freshman year of college. But as she moved down, she saw her large tits. They hung down and sagged slightly, albeit incredibly perky for the weight they had to carry. Her upper arms were small pillows. Her fingers were just beginning to to look like sausages. Her hips were wide, and she was beginning to notice saddle bags forming on them. Kendall was now too wide for many seats, and had to use seat belt extenders in cars. Kendall waddled into her bedroom, and squeezed her largest pair of sweatpants over her humongous ass, already beginning to perspire from the effort of bending over to put pants on. Kendall slowly waddled to the stair case, and bracing the railing, she lowered herself down each step carefully, her shelf-like ass jiggling violently with every step. Panting slightly at the bottom, she waddled to the refrigerator. Her parents were at work, and she ate an entire Sara Lee cheesecake that she had bought the previous evening. Kendall then went and lied down on the couch, rubbing her obese stomach, and then slipping her hand under her belly with some difficulty...

Kendall was able to finish high school early. She was having troubles fitting into the small desks, and she was able to leave school only a month after the second semester had begun, in February. She still earned her diploma. Kendall's parents still cared for her, and were worried for their daughter. Kendall, however, was in the happiest period of her life. She no longer had the social and physical pressure of school wearing her down, and could simply lay in bed and eat all day. Being able to stay at home meant that Kendall could remain much more sedentary, and she took full advantage of this. Kendall would only get out of bed to eat, use the bathroom, or prepare food. She was in a race to turn herself into a pathetically obese, stretchmark riddled pig, and she didn't care as to what the consequences were. As a result of these constant efforts to make increasing strides into obesity, eating was no longer something to make her gain weight, but it was absolutely necessary as Kendall had a nearly insatiable diet. She would have dinner at 6:00, and would be hungry again by 7:00. She never denied herself, and used her inheritance given to her by her grandparents to constantly keep a store of fattening food in her room, driving to the store once per week while her parents were at work. By the time her classmates graduated in June, Kendall was well over 300 pounds. At 5'2", she was the fattest person she knew. Kendall looked down at herself as she sat in the shower on her new seat, which she had insisted her mom buy her as standing for prolonged amounts of time hurt her feet and made her lower back hurt. Kendall washed her fat parts with the retractable shower head, spraying her fat rolls and manipulating the head to spray the ones she couldn't reach. In this sitting position, Kendall had no choice to spread her legs to make room for her stomach, and she let it hang between her thighs, covering her pussy. She lifted and washed under her heavy, pendulous breasts, which now filled out every bra she could find. Reaching for the handles on the side of the shower, Kendall stood up with a slight moan and repositioned her stomach. It now hung and covered the top part of her thighs. Her ass had really grown during her recent weight gain, still sticking out perkily, and her new layers of fat would jump and jiggle with every movement. Kendall stepped out of the shower and plopped down on her reinforced toilet. She sat there and peed while pondering if she wanted to go downstairs to get more food. She stood up, with effort, using the new railings on the sides of her toilet, and waddled over to her scale. She stood on the new, reinforced scale, and read her weight from the mirror. 335 it said. Kendall gasped at her incredible weight. She hadn't weighed herself for a month, and managed to gain over 10 pounds. She stepped off the scale and waddled into her room. She plopped her ass onto her bed, and scooted across it, until she was comfortably in the middle. She played with her left saddlebag with one hand, causing her entire body to jiggle as she roughly poked the fat on the side of her hip. With her right hand, she struggled to reach around her belly and touch herself. Touching the top of her clit was nearly impossible with her big belly in the way. She lost stamina quickly. "I'm not going to be able to pleasure myself soon," she thought.