chapter 13

That Saturday morning was drizzly for the end of June. Sarah had sleepily pulled herself out of bed at a quarter to ten, and was taming her hair in the mirror. She marvelled at her jawline, which seemed to be returning from a near decade long hiatus. As she finished brushing her teeth, she caught the reflection of the scale in her bathroom mirror. Dare she? She was curious…

Sarah shuffled over to the scale and nervously tapped it with her toe. It sprung to life, and she felt the groan as she stepped on.

181lbs. 

Sarah’s stomach leapt into her throat. She felt giddy and joyous, but sheltered her celebratory shriek behind her mouth. She hadn’t been this light in forever! Maybe she should keep it up…

Sarah bounced downstairs into the kitchen, where Michaela stood in her panties and a t-shirt. The large crease between her asscheeks and thighs was getting increasingly cavernous as she widened out; her lace lined, polk-a-doted underwear clung to her soft derriere and wedged themselves between her fat ass crack. The shirt pinched at her arms and strained at her boobs, causing it to hang slightly off her chest, riding up to reveal her chubby and rapidly thickening gut. She was pouring herself a bowl of Cap’n Crunch cereal, the sugary squares brimming over the top.

“Don’t worry, it’s only my second,” Michaela chomped on, “Still plenty left for you.”

Sarah opted for a half of a bagel and banana instead. Michaela could polish off the box herself instead.

The girls set about cleaning up their Friday night festivities. Beer bottles and tallboys sat abandoned on the dining room table, with a Mickey of Jack Daniels conquered and several small flask sized berry-vodka concoctions draining in the sink. Not to mention the two boxes of deep-dish pizza and garlic bread that lay in greasy, cardboarded abandon…

“Wow, we really went for it last night, eh?” said Sarah as she piled it all into a garbage bag. “Obviously don’t mention any of it to mom and dad.”

“Of course not,” Michaela said, grabbing a stale crust from the box, “But also, let’s not pretend like they’re not doing the exact same thing at the cottage.”

The Gardener girls had free run of their family home all weekend. Michaela had planned a sneaky double date for the day: she was meeting Antony, a cute brunette striker, for lunch and a movie, and then was returning home for a sunset-walk with Matt, the angelically curled delivery boy.


Michaela spied the time on the oven clock: 11:03am. “Okay, I’m gonna go shower and then come up stairs to see if I can fit my fat ass into anything cute for this date. If not, honestly, he might just be stuck with black joggers and a low cut.”

Michaela jiggled downstairs to her bathroom, stripping quickly and turning on the shower. She saw her golden, voluptuous figure in the reflection: like a relic of an ancient fertility goddess. She rubbed her booty, pinched her tummy and hopped on the scale quickly.

207lbs.

So a few more pounds had crept onto her figure since last time, but nothing too much. Michaela knew though that this meant none of her current wardrobe would suffice for her big date(s) today. She washed in the shower, lathering soap over every ruddy inch of her massive backside and over her globular tits. She leaned back against the cool, tiled wall and felt it all expand outward.

Sarah heard her sister mounting the stairs. Her added weight had destroyed any potential stealth. Michaela entered her sisters room in her bra and panties, her belly sloshing to and fro with ever heavy step. Sarah spied how much it had begun to spill over her panties.

“Would you believe I’m 207lbs??”

Sarah guffawed. In truth, it didn’t surprise her. “Only 5lbs away from my highest ever!” she replied. “I best get baking this weekend, crown the new champion…”

Michaela faked a laugh. “Oh, ha-ha. Honestly I doubt I need your help, I can barely control myself. And let’s not act like mom isn’t heavier than that. I may no longer be the smallest around here, but I’m certainly not the biggest.”

Sarah wondered how long that would stay true for.

“Must be something in our genes eh?” Michaela said, holding her belly in her chubby hands. “We’re all big eaters. We’re all big people. Well, not so much you anymore. Might have to convince you to come back to the dark side…”

Sarah laughed at her sister and opened her closet.

It wasn’t easy finding stuff for Michaela. She was few inches shorter than Sarah, and as a result, her curves were thicker and her booty more bountiful. Some pants did not button, some dresses pinched her beautifully plump chest. Eventually, they settled on a stretchy faux-denim skirt with buttons down the front and a graphic t-shirt.

“I wanna play it cool, yknow?” Michaela said, tucking her shirt int the skirt. This only accentuated her new pudgy rolls. “And this is good because it will stop me from overeating. I can’t stuff myself, I will literally burst these buttons.”

Michaela checked her phone, did her hair, and hopped in the car. “Wish me luck!”

Sarah watched as her car shuffled under her plump sister’s 207lb figure. This was going to be quite the day for her...