chapter 8

Michaela was in a tizzy. She was panting, slowly trudging back up the driveway after a failed venture out to her parent’s mailbox at the end of the road. It had almost been three weeks since she had placed a mass online order for clothes - new size 16 jeans, some cute summery tops, and accessories. Michaela thought that this Thursday afternoon would be the day her shipment came in, but alas, here she was: still bursting out of her old clothes, sweating in the May sun.

The month had melded into what felt like one big day. Michaela had dedicated much of the warming weather to her back deck and golden tan. Her piercing platinum bottle blonde had been touched up, and tiny sun-kiss freckles had sprouted up all over her nose. She was as brown as a berry…and almost as round as one too.

The hot walk was an indicator to Michaela just what she had done to herself in the past few months living at home. Michaela was a big girl now, with a fat ass, enormous knockers, and thick, bloated gut. She had shoved her plush ass into the only fitting pair of sweat pants she owned. The grey running pants were stretched across her gorgeous posterior lobes like two beachballs shoved into a bag. The pants sat firmly at her hip bones, digging into her soft flesh as if they were clinging on for dear life. Michaela hadn’t had any other options but these pants for the past few weeks - as she kept telling her sister, “…it seems the rest of my wardrobe can’t handle this cake.”

Michaela was spilling out of her spaghetti strap tank top by the time she crossed the threshold to her family’s home. Her boobs were desperately trying to sneak out of her ill-fitting bra, and her gut was winning the southern battle, pressing tight against the white fabric and sneakily exposing a desirable few inches just below her belly button.

“It’s a hot one today!” she proclaimed as she lumbered down the hallway, towards the kitchen. “My stupid package hasn’t arrived yet either.”

Michaela’s destination was resolute. She entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, gulping down a large pint of milk. Her sister was no where to be found, and so guilt-free, Michaela searched for the large box of Oreos that she knew had been stocked in the family pantry.

The Gardener’s pantry was an American revolution. It was one of those old farm style designs, where a secret door opened up to a closet sized blissful storage unit. Michaela had many memories of hiding in there as a child, seeking refuge during a game of hide and seek or perhaps after a fight with her brother Jackson. As she tore open the door to the full-sized pantry, she felt the once cavernous space closing in on her. It certainly didn't feel as big as when she was a a child.

This was part in fact that the sheer size and bulk of Michaela was bordering on plain FAT. The past few months, Michaela had accepted and frankly, found much pleasure in seeing her round, thicc size. Many instagram posts had highlighted her plush figure and a cheeky bikini photo from April had skyrocketed her likes to new heights. But as she stood in her tiny family pantry, polishing off the first row of Oreo cookies to herself, there was no denying it - Michaela Gardener was dangerously close to expanding out of the realm of thicc, curvy legend into a fat, chubbed up piglet.

Michaela reached the end of the second row of Oreos and decided to stop. Her parents had promised Chinese food for dinner tonight, and she wanted to make sure she had her fill.

Footsteps from upstairs made Michaela slide out of the pantry and hide her evidence. Sarah had been sort of weird with her sister lately. Watching her appetite and definitely baking less. Michaela missed her sisters rich, homemade goods and was hoping she would break out the old habits this weekend. Sarah kept putting it off as being burnt out after finishing school.

Sarah appeared with headphones in, mid-conversation. She dropped off a bag of half eaten corn chips and queso. waved at her sister and disappeared back upstairs. Michaela stared at the cheese dip and felt her hands slide back to her huge, rippling backside. A smirk crept onto her lips. She hadn’t done that in a while…maybe it was time for a late night cheese melt, or to dig out some old cake batter from the freezer…she shivered slightly as her fingers slid over her gargantuan booty…

Then, the sound of an engine. A sliding door. Michaela gasped and ran towards the front of the house, her huge body bouncing and wobbling with her. The Oreos sat heavy in her stomach, but her excitement couldn’t be stopped. Could it finally be her clothes?

The cute UPS guy caught sight of her as he walked back to his truck. Matt was tall, lean, and featured a curly mop of beach blond locks that snuck out from under his uniform hat. He drank up the image lustfully - this bursting, chubby beauty greedily snapping up the cardboard box. She waved and threw him a bubbly, flirtatious smile before turning around and carefully promenading her massive ass before sneaking back into the house. His heart skipped a beat. That backside was for sure one for the memory bank.



As Matt climbed back into his truck to complete the delivery, he took note of the information for the first time. Wait, a second! Was that…Michaela Gardener? From high school? His pulse quickened as he caught his breath. He was going to have to find a reason to come back here and catch sight of her again.

From her bedroom window, Sarah saw the big deliver truck pull away. But her mind was elsewhere - she was giddily scrolling the internet. Her friends had proposed a fantastic idea: a celebratory grad trip to Italy as reward for surviving school. Sure, it would eat into her bakery fund - but Sarah needed to re-inject some passion back into her work. She was barely baking, barely eating…an indulgence trip was exactly what she had earned. Especially since recently, Sarah seemed to be fading away. She had dropped eight more pounds in the past three weeks, teeter just above 200 for the first time in her recent memory. Her pants hung loose off her waist, and her shirts billowed a bit more around her belly. She wasn’t complaining, of course. It just felt…different.

Sarah wondered about her sister. She seemed to be evening out in the past few weeks. Her weight gain had slowed and she seemed to be settling into her body instead of piling it on with abandon. Sarah felt oddly relieved by this. It was good to see Michaela adapt to her habits and genes rather than be overwhelmed by them. Maybe she would make her a cake today. Yes! That’s what she’d do!

Sarah headed to the basement bedroom and knocked softly on Michaela’s door. It opened with her touch and there she was: standing in the full length, trying on her new jeans. She looked red in the face and very uptight.

“Are you okay, Mikey?” Said Sarah with a laugh.

Michaela breathed out and the pants gave in. The unfastened waist gave no support as the zipper slowly slid down as Michaela’s belly spilled down and out. She laughed breathlessly.

“There’s no way in hell these are 16s. Maybe I’ll return them. Or maybe I could go easy on the food and drinking this week and wear them to Grandma’s birthday next weekend.” Michaela stood, observing her plumped up figure in the mirror with a furrowed brow that you often see on a child.

“Feels like bloating more than anything…” She took a pointed swig from a bottle of Pepsi and turned to her sister. “Do you have any lulu shorts or something I could wear? I can’t keep trekking around in those furnace sweat pants.”

Sarah didn’t even think. Had her sister outgrown her order before it even arrived? She seemed to be the same size but…maybe…“Yeah, I have some I don’t wear anymore. They don’t really fit my ass right, but you could fill them out.”

Michaela was angrily shuffling the pants down her titanic thighs. Sarah saw her chance.

“I was gonna make a big old cake this afternoon - would you want some? Or do you want to fit into those jeans next weekend?”

Michaela shot a strange look up at her sister.

“…could you make it a red velvet one??”