Chapter 3 - tons of chunkies

After a few years, Jason got pretty good at adding as much girth to these junkie bitches as one could possibly do. 5 years in, he had them all going home to shocked family members and confused probation officers. If the average girl coming in was 100 pounds of anorexia, she left as 160 pounds of chubby.

He loved watching the daily transformations. Everyone came with a small suitcase and a ton of debt, meaning no one had money for new clothes and were stuck with whatever they brought. Oftentimes they weren't great choices to begin with- bags packed while high or drunk frequently contained prom dresses, Mrs Claus outfits, Halloween costumes.. you name it. And whatever they brought they had to wear, day after day. Even when it looked dumb. Even when it was silly. Even when it started to wear thin around their ever-growing bodies. Even when their new excess fat spilled out of it.

Around the time that their clothes started threatening to rip open, these dumb girls usually stopped getting as much attention from the men in the facility. Every new group had issues with sexual misconduct at first, but usually around 2 months in, the girls would have gotten too heavy to be tempting the men. By 90 days, when most of them graduated, the majority of men would be happily faithful to their wives back home, and the girls would be a little sex-starving and flirting with the idea of lesbianism.

The girls fattened at different rates, obviously, but they almost all got tubby. Depending on how thin they were coming in, some of them left looking "healthy" or "curvy". Though, honestly, no one looks healthy after packing on that many pounds that quickly. Even the leaner girls left with cellulite covering their thighs and stretch marks riddling their guts. They almost always left with chubby little double chins and meaty little love handles. They outgrew their bras so often the staff kept a bin of extra ones on hand.

Of course, Jason thought he had it made. He watched these skinny sluts eat themselves out of their yoga pants, month after month, and thought himself so lucky.

But then, Britta checked in.