chapter 6

You could smell spring on the air at the Gardener’s property. The warm weather would tease a day of bliss, then retreat into rainy overcast for days at a time. Sarah was in the height of her exam season, with many practicals and home bakes occupying her time. Michaela certainly was not complaining, spending every waking minute of the day with her sister in the kitchen or laying on the back deck working on her tan. One particular morning, Michaela emerged from her basement hideout in nothing but a tiny bikini - she carried an empty 2L of Pepsi and a box of Oreos. Sarah, desperately trying to complete a puff pastry, looked exasperatedly a her sister.

Michaela wobbled into the room. He thighs had widened so much that they kissed wherever she walked; the sway in her junk-laden trunk had become exaggerated and hypnotic. It’s like every step Michaela took was purposefully set to emphasize her ass. The tiny drawstring swimsuit dug into her soft new layer of fat, creating oozing creases and folds along her body. When she lugged herself onto the stool, Sarah couldn’t help but spy the fact that her sister’s ass now hung off either side of the seat.

But not only that, what nestled in her lap was the headline story. Michaela’s thick physique had bloated out and had begun investing fat cells into her belly. It pooled in her lap and jutted out as far as her boobs. Her gorgeous chest assets were round and plump, testing the resistance of the drawstring top. Two tiny triangles barely covered her. Sarah looked at her sister, and in weak envy, saw how well she carried her extra weight. She was super thicc - for now.

Michaela sighed as she rested her sunglasses on her silvery hair and dropped her garbage on the counter. “I think this place is having a bad influence on me.”

“How so?” Sarah asked half-heartedly, whipping cream with intense focus.

“I am blowing up, Sarah. I can’t control myself. At school, I was eating junk almost every day. But then I would go a few days surviving on coffee and starbursts. Here, it’s rich meals all the time, and your baking…” Michaela bit her lip, showing a slight sign of her deep pleasure. “It’s heavenly. I can’t stop.”

Sarah stopped whisking. “That’s okay, Mikey. We’re a big family. You don’t have to stop.”

Michaela looked at her sister reprehensibly. “I’m growing out of my clothes. There are some I know I can’t put on, and I won’t even bother to try.”

“Maybe you should!! You’ve had a life-changing and stressful year. It’s okay if your body needs to recalibrate to a new normal. Don’t beat yourself up. If you need, you can always steal from my closet!”

Michaela smiled at her sister. “I love you, Sarah. Thank you.” With a great heave and jiggle, Michaela slid off the stool and walked over to her sister.

“I mean, hey. I’m not complaining - have you seen this thing?” Michaela grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted it up and down. “This definitely can be filed under the ‘pro’ column for me.” 

Sarah let out a laugh through her nose. “You always had the better ass, that’s for sure.”

Michaela scrunched her nose up cutely and walked over to the fridge. “Alright. Let’s keep this train rolling - what do we have to munch on?”

She settled on leftover cake batter from her sister and cold french fries from the previous night’s takeout. Michaela had begun consuming a lot of sugary drinks in the past week - two or three cans of Pepsi a day, at least. She loaded up her arms and walked out onto the deck with a little wiggle of her not so little booty.

Hours disappeared in the sunlight, and so did her refreshments. After a quick cat nap, Michaela rolled over and saw a wide tray beside her tanning station - samples from Sarah’s baking endeavours. A little note attached read: “Off to class - see you for dinner! Let me know what you think. :)”

Michaela rolled over her chair and sat up. She stared at the empty cake batter bowl, the greasy fry box, and the discarded Pepsi can - shoving them away with her foot, she wolfed down each pastry, pausing only at the carrot cake. She turned her nose up and managed to still eat it, but didn’t enjoy it.

She check her phone - it was 1:04pm. She had all afternoon to herself…

She bounded off the tanning chair and swayed into the kitchen, which was immaculately clean despite Sarah’s whirlwind cooking. She licked the sweet cream off her fingers, and knew she needed something savoury to combat the overwhelming sugar taste left in her mouth. She pried open the fridge and spied the six-pack of beer tucked away and forgotten at the back. Smiling devilishly, and deciding her plan for the day, Michaela cracked open a can - and in true college girl fashion, downed it in one go.



The burp she let go was deep and rumbling, as she dropped the can onto the floor. She cracked another one, and decided to nurse this one. A day of drinking and sunbathing - a perfect combo. 

Her stomach gurgled at the sudden intake. She had to have a snack, of course, to settle her self down. Rubbing a hand absently on her swollen dome, she weighed her options. Then she saw it: the family size jar of taco-style queso dipping cheese. Nachos would certainly hit the spot.



Michaela grabbed the jar and emptied it into a saucepan on the stove to warm it up - she couldn’t eat this stuff cold. Grabbing the bag of corn chips, she ripped it open and shovelled handfuls into her mouth while scrolling instagram. All her friends were posting about graduating…it was a little much to handle. 



Michaela sat herself on the counter, polishing off her second beer and diving into the corn chips. She loved the cool feel of the counter on her big, browning ass. Her tanned skin was warm and soothed by the cool surface…she decided that she’d have ONE more beer and then stop. 

Michaela sidled over to the fridge and cracked the third cold one. Deciding to chug this one as well, she put a hand on her chest while the cold liquid streamed down her throat. She let out a huge burp when she was done, and patted her bloated tummy. She picked up the bag of corn chips and dumped the remaining crumbs into her mouth, finishing the bag.

Then she remembered - the queso on the stove. It was finally warmed and slightly simmering - but she had no chips to dip! She had finished off the last bag in the house! 

An electric shock passed through Michaela’s body when she had the idea. She didn’t want to put it to waste…and she couldn’t put it back in the fridge…

She ripped open the fridge door, slightly tipsy and heavy handed. She grabbed another cheese - mozarella. It was all the had, but she would make do. She dumped it in the warm queso and set it to combine and cool on the counter. Then, with a spoon, she raised the pure cheese concoction to her mouth, and swallowed it whole.

It was so rich, it was so heavenly it was…so overindulgent. Michaela felt herself growing damp between her legs again, with a wave of pleasure swooping over her slightly intoxicated being. She gorged another mouthful down, and another…but she grew too ravenous.

Tossing the spoon in the sink, Michaela lifted the saucepan to her lips and poured the warm liquid cheese down her throat, slowly. It was too much, her legs were shaking.

Finally, she gasped and set aside the empty saucepan, and slid to the floor, cradling her bloated and fat belly. She rubbed herself until she finished and panted on the cold linoleum. 

A burp escaped her lips. She could still taste the cheese, the beer, the sweets from earlier. She rubbed her now sore stomach and lugged herself to the bathroom, where she saw the transformed girl in front of her.



Wide. Rounded. Piggish...? Memories of her brother Jackson came flooding back. Everything he had said before he left…was he right?

The Gardeners were a fat family with fat habits. Michaela couldn’t deny it as she looked at herself in the mirror. Barely two months at home, and she was plumping up beyond her control. She rubbed her warm, sun kissed skin. And then she eyed the scale in the corner. Did she want to know…?

She pressed a chubby foot onto the scale, and took the plunge.

178lbs. Almost thirty pounds in her short stay at home.

But now, Michaela saw it. She saw how sexy and beautiful she was with the extra weight. Her chubby cheeks that she had hated when she was skinnier were suddenly justified by her thick arms, round breasts, and phat ass. Her thighs were thick and soft. Her jaw, fading away…

She smiled at herself, and smacked her ass. She shook her belly and lifted her tits. She loved herself. A curvy, thick queen. And with that, she headed back upstairs to dedicate the rest of the afternoon with what remained of that six pack.