Chapter 6 - meet the costellos

Jason found a parking space a couple of blocks away from his parents' house. He had normally been in the habit of dropping Brianna off at the door and then searching for the spot, since she confided that she despised having to walk anywhere, but to keep up appearances they all parked and got out together. Mrs. Maxwell had to hold her tongue as she watched her formerly fit and athletic daughter wobble, waddle, and wheeze her way down the sidewalk like she hadn't had any exercise in months. In reality, she hadn't. New York is a walking city, but she absolutely demanded to be driven by Jason or take ubers everywhere. The most frequent journey her legs had taken her on over the past year was from her couch to the refrigerator and back.
 
“So you've lived in this neighborhood all your life growing up, Jason?” Mr. Maxwell asked as they walked.
 
“Yeah, this area historically had a ton of Italian families, it's sort of its own little Italy in Brooklyn.” Jason replied.
 
“and [huff] your [huff] family has [huff] been around here for [huff] like.. 100 years?” Brianna added, gasping for air.
 
Mrs. Maxwell nudged her husband with her elbow and gave him a glance to let him know her concern and disapproval.
 
“That's right, my great grandfather came over from Italy around 1919. They were originally in the Bronx, but eventually moved out here to Brooklyn when my grandfather was born.” Jason clarified.
 
As they reached the Costello residence, Mrs. Maxwell watched her fat daughter in horror as she gripped the railing strongly and hoisted her fat ass up the front steps, the cheeks of her ballooned ass bouncing and swaying in front of her as they climbed. Jason led the group inside, and they were hit with the strong scent of familiar delicious aromas.
 
A chorus of voices saying “HEYYY!” met them as they entered the door. The usual gang was gathered in the living room awaiting their guests' arrival. The Maxwell's eyes widened and all of the pieces began to fall into place. Perched on one of the couches in the room was April, one of the absolute fattest women either of them had ever seen in person. Sitting in a chair and munching on a large bowl of potato chips next to her was Julia, who in the past few months had started pushing 350 pounds and in her short stature looked almost wider than she was tall, especially while sitting. Standing up with a grunt from the nearest sofa was Adrianna in her enormous pear shaped glory, and waddling through the kitchen doors, her arms outstretched in greeting was her physical twin – Lydia.
 
Warm welcomes were given, hugs were exchanged. Brianna's parents didn't even need to exchange glances, they were both thinking the same thing. They had found their explanation. Their daughter had been hanging around the morbidly obese women of the Costello family, and clearly their habits had easily rubbed off on her. After some time exchanging pleasantries, Brianna spoke up.
 
“Hey ma!” she said out of habit to Lydia before realizing the oddity of shouting that while her actual mother was in the room. “I mean...Lydia...uhh...is dinner ready? I'm STARVING” she said emphatically.
 
 “As a matter of fact it is!” Lydia exclaimed, waving everyone towards the door so they could seat themselves at the table.

For the next two hours the Maxwell parents watched in morbid curiosity as all of the women around them shoveled enough food into their faces to feed an army. They made pleasant small talk and chit-chat with each other and did their best to be polite, after all – this was their daughter's fiance's family. The wedding was on Sunday and they knew there wasn't any stopping it on account of their concerns about their portly pig of a daughter. They knew they had no choice but to suck it up and get through the weekend.

Brianna had been waiting for this for a few weeks. She had been finding her weight gain even more liberating than usual lately as she had begun to morph into an absolute unmistakable obese woman. She didn't really want to rub her parents' faces in it, but she did want to send a pretty clear message about where she stood now.

Plate after plate disappeared past her lips. She had buddied up with April quite a bit recently and was starting to look almost like her “little” sister. It was clear to her observant parents that she was desperately trying to keep up with April's food intake. Every time the morbidly obese woman filled her plate, their regular-obese daughter slapped the same amount down on hers. Their little girl who had always been a good athlete, who always ate salads and shopped at trendy stores was now sitting before them, her belly protruding towards the table, her plump and greedy little fingers grabbing at her fork, her bloated flabby arms shoveling bite after bite of calorie laden food into her eager mouth. The layer of fat now enveloping her entire face quivering with the force of her chewing.

Once dinner was completed and everyone retired to the other room, Brianna's mom asked her to stay behind and split her dessert with her. It was the only way she could think of to easily entice her now greedy little piglet daughter to stick around so they could talk privately.

“So...what the heck is this all about??” her mom said bluntly, jabbing her finger deep into her daughter's love handle.

“Ugh here we go” Brianna thought to herself. “Mom, look – I didn't realize until moving here but I was really unhappy with the way I was...” she began.

“Unhappy???” her mother interrupted.

“Can I finish?” Brianna protested.

“Sorry, continue” her mom acquiesced, stabbing a piece of cheesecake.

“I was starving myself to stay thin, but it wasn't really what made me happy...” Brianna explained.

“But this does??? This makes you happy???” her mom exclaimed while simultaneously trying to hush her tone, grabbing a handful of her daughter's belly flab and shaking it up and down.

“I like how I look, I like how I feel, and I have been enjoying myself quite a bit...” Brianna said, unfazed.

“But what about the HEALTH implications?? You could be KILLING yourself!” Her mother whispered angrily.

“Look mom, I don't want to discuss this with you, but all I can say is I don't think I've ever heard you have a heart to heart talk with Amber about the health implications of anorexia and being under 100 pounds at 5'11. No no, she has a modeling career so you look the other day, but GOD FORBID your other daughter gets fat – suddenly you care about health..” Brianna said sarcastically.

Her mom sat there in silence for a few seconds, and then put her fork down and stood up from the table.

“Alright Brianna. I guess you've got me there. You're a grown woman now and can make your own decisions. You want to look like the rest of the women in this household, be my guest.” she said curtly, and then walked out of the room.

Brianna sat for a moment, then reached over and picked up her mom's fork so she could finish the half a slice of cheesecake she left sitting on her plate.

“You think I'm just going to look like the rest of these girls? You've got another thing coming” she muttered under her breath.

Once the evening had ended, and Brianna's parents had been dropped back at their hotel, Jason was filled in on the conversation that had taken place in private at his parents' house while Brianna polished off a pint of ice cream and patiently waited for a delivery of two cheese steaks and a large platter of chili cheese fries from one of her favorite places around the block.

“Well...I mean that's not really the worst, right?” He asked, not sure how to interpret what Brianna's mom had said.

“It's the worst she can do...my family isn't very confrontational. She's basically told me that she's extremely upset with me, she knows she can't stop me, but still wanted to cast looking like your family in a negative light” Brianna said through a mouthful of mint chocolate chip.

“But it's not like you've been disowned or something...” Jason replied.

“Like I said, it's as close as she could come to saying something like that. Whatever. I know who I am now, and she's not going to change it.” Brianna answered.

Jason looked at his plumping bride with awe. She really had developed quite the *** attitude over the past few months. The comfortable way she was unashamed of her body and gluttony turned him on immensely. There was a knock at the door, and he sprang from the couch. Another feeding session, another night of sweaty and sloppy sex with his fattening fiancee. He wondered what more he could possibly want.

The wedding came and went smoothly, Amber was warned in advance by her parents that her sister had become a waddling obese mess, and behaved herself. The best she managed to address her sister's changes was to nervously say that she wished she could eat whatever she wanted too, patting her concave midsection. Several friends she hadn't seen in a long time who flew in from out of town were noticeably staring at her stomach in her tight form hugging wedding dress, but they knew better than to say anything.

After the honeymoon, Jason sprung some amazing news – he had been doing such a good job in his position as operations manager, that his restaurant group had decided to make him a partner. His salary had greatly eclipsed Brianna's. She still enjoyed work – at least the social aspects of it, but ever since she had embarked on her fattening journey she had a lot more mornings where she just wanted to stay in bed eating all day, and she had a hard time mustering the energy and motivation to get up and stress herself out getting ready for the office. Jason knew she was getting lazier. She had hit 245 eating at their all-inclusive resort and in the heat of him pumping her fat pussy had admitted she wanted him to help make her the fattest girl in the family. Jason suggested that she leave her job and “figure out what she wanted to do”. It was code for “make getting fat your full time job” and Brianna jumped at the chance.