chapter 2

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BE-

"Mmmmrrgh..díos mio..."
A groggy voice muttered as a meaty hand struck down on the alarm.

A spherical shape in the bed covers began to sway from side, making the king-sized bed rock from left to right. Finally, with one last big heave the blob emerged, revealing the flabby (to say the least) figure of Gloria. Taking a moment or two to collect herself after the rigorous exercise, she trudged into the bathroom to make her bedhead a little more presentable whenever she decided to meet the diners downstairs.
Upon entering, she couldn't help but spot the weighing scale gathering dust in the bathroom corner. This immediately peaked her curiosity.

"Haven't done that in a while…"
She whispered to herself apprehensively.

Scooting the old slab of plastic to the middle of the floor, the 43 year old mother-of-2 took a deep breath before stepping on. She felt worried at first. For one, she was unsure what number would appear on the screen, and from hearing the poor poor scale, the creaking was becoming so loud she half expected it to fully crumble beneath her.

"Hrrmph.. urgh.. cmon"
Gloria struggled as she tried to press in her beanbag of a gut enough to see the 3 digit number.

The digital screen flickered and spurred as it tried to gather it's AI brain to find the number.

"Mmmmmm… oh yeah.."
Gloria moaned upon seeing the result, grinning from ear to ear as she rubbed her belly in pleasure.

"Four. Hundred. Pounds! After all these years.. Finally.."

Early on in Carlos and Gloria's married life, she finally caught up to her husband's not-so-sneaky scheme to fatten her up like a prized pig. Instead of being enraged at her then ashamed husband upon her realisation, she instead reacted with huge relief.
She was aware of all the pounds she had packed on during their time together, and was seriously stressing that her lackadaisical lifestyle would inevitably lead him to leave her for good. She was assured throughingly by Carlos that she was free to totally let go if she so desired, to abandon the veggies and accept the loving embrace of sweet, sweet junk food of all shapes and sizes. He solemnly promised to her that day anything his queen would desire would be hers.
Living this luxurious lifestyle of pure gluttony for over twenty years of married life was bound to destroy her once model-esque figure even further than she had already, but Gloria soon found out, that with her husband's encouragement, she absolutely loved it.
She became completely enamored at how her belly, her thighs, her arms, her ass would all expand upon her very eyes with every Mendez Munchies quarter pounder she would scoff down her throat. How her tolerance for stuffing her gut increased with every feast she chowed down on. How she hasn't seen her toes since 2009. How she uses her stomach to wipe the sauce from her fingers like the slob she has become. How Carlos grabs a handful of her cellulite when he fu-

Gloria's daydreaming abruptly cut short as a rumble in her gut shook her whole body to its core. It was clear she needed some good ol' Mendez Munchies breakfast.

(Meanwhile, back at Brookside..)

"Good morning squad. Some of you seniors may know me already. My name; is Greta Anderson. But from now on, you shall all refer to me as Coach. I have big plans for this team, and I plan on making big changes here this year."

"It seems discipline is an issue I firstly need to address here."
She said before snatching the dirty cigarette from Carmen's mouth, throwing to and squishing it against the ground.

"You're lucky I don't report this shameful behaviour to the principal, Carmen. Especially from the supposed "role model" of this group."
She followed up to the pouting student.

"I will see no booze, no smoke, no fast food, no unhealthy crap of any kind in this dressing room. I didn't think I would need to say this to a bunch of supposed young adult women, but I guess I have to start at square one with you lot."

"Looking at all of you here right now.. All I see is a bunch of bonafide scrubs. All of you.. are equally as scrubby as the scrub beside you. In this training session today, I want all of you to think of this as a tryout. Perform as scrubby as you look, and you're off the team. That's it. Sayonara. The best eleven I see today will be our starting lineup in our first game Sunday next week, against the Brefton Mavericks. I want you all out in 2."
Greta said assertively before closing the door behind her, leaving the dressing room once again into silence and shock.

What followed on the pitch was a pretty intense session for the Bulldogs, as each individual player looked to impress Greta on her first day on the job.
Carmen's clique mates were quickly found out to not know a thing at all about soccer, and were quickly dispatched midway through the session via verbal Coach beration. This was widely celebrated throughout the whole squad upon seeing it, much to the dismay and protest (well, if you call whining "protest") of captain Carmen.
Carmen herself excelled as always, showing herself once again to be a cut above the rest of her compatriots. Though Coach did not seem a bit impressed, not praising her one bit.
Although Carmen (figuratively for once) bullied the defense time and time again, young Sasha also showed some promise, scoring some goals whilst also assisting a few too, something Carmen was infamous amongst the squad for refusing to do.

"Alright team gather round, I've seen about enough. I have a pretty good idea about where you all stand right now. I see promise in a lot of you girls, you have the potential to do Brookside proud. But ONLY if you all follow my orders. My teachings. Those of you who do will be rewarded, I assure you all. You're dismissed, good stuff. Have a good weekend, team."
Greta signed off before the girls jogged back inside.

Back in the dressing room, Carmen was full on ticked off.

"Who the hell does this bitch think she is? Running her mouth like she's some bigshot legend. *I'M* the legend if there was any here. *I'M* better than that washed up has-been ever was. **I** call the shots here!!!"
Carmen mumbled angrily to herself in the now empty corner where her clique once was. Thankfully a buzz in her pants snapped her out of her near tantrum. It was a text.

CARLOS:
Hey pumpkin!! Is your practice over yet? I have your faaaavourite dish ready in the oven! :D
CARMEN
yea sure whatever.

"Ugh, Dad is so corny."
Carmen said with a groan.

Upon sending the message, she immediately got another.

ISOBEL:
Im here with the car
CARMEN:
Ok.

"Ugh, Isobel is back again.."
Carmen said with another groan, clearly not elated to see her returning sister. Things had been a lot more peaceful with her butt out of the picture in colllege.

Walking out, it was hard for her not to spot the massive 4x4 Jeep obnoxiously flickering the light at her sleep deprived head.

"Alright, alright, i get it! Fuck.."
She shouted before climbing in.

"Ugh, you still wear all your ugly flannels still? God you're such a weirdo hipster, Isabel."

"Oh please, I'm never gonna take fashion advice from some hoe like you. You smell like shit by the way."

"It's called SWEAT, Isabel. S-W..-E-T, sweat. Y'know, from exercise. Something your *** has forgotten to do the past 5 years?

Oh-ho-ho-ho! You're gonna go there now? Trust me honey, with our family genes, you're bound to feel what i feel reeeal soon."

"Oh yeah we'll see about that, bitch."

The rest of the car journey was unsurprisingly dead silent. Whilst Isabel was busy jamming out to some Punk on the radio, Carmen thought it fit to return to texting the most popular boy in school, Brock Teller.
An absolute beast of a man, Brock is the star linebacker for the Bulldogs American Football team, a perfect statement of intent to become the greatest power couple in the history of the school, in Carmen's mind.

CARMEN:
"Heyyyyy Brock! Wanna have some freaky time at your place tonight?? ;) ;) ;)"
BROCK:
hmm. im already bangin rachel 2nite but i guess U can tag along if U want
CARMEN
It's a date!!!!