Chapter 22

The warm summer sunlight crept into the carpeted bedroom, brightening the dull fibres and awakening the stiff atmosphere. The beams shattered the thick air, which hung with the smell of grease, living, and gluttony.

The golden rays found their way to the tall stacks of clutter that lined the baseboards and toppled onto the carpeting. What must have been nearly forty empty cases of Dunkin' Donuts half dozen specials; greasy pizza pocked cardboard boxes peeked up and over a large black garbage bag. In a similar see-through plastic bag must have been over fifty 2L bottles of soda. On a makeshift pike sat countless bags of chips, skewered like helpless victims. Resting against the bedside table were nearly ten empty cases of Boost.

The cowish culprit snoozed the 8:30am alarm, producing a fattened wrist from under the massive mound of bright bedding.

It was August 14th, and Melissa was not yet ready to start her day. Despite all necessity, she hit snooze for another seven minutes. Rolling her rotund body onto her other side, she released a stomach curing fart and drifted back to sleepy town.

It was the final day of the summer, the last of Kennedy's vacation and a reunion for the two best friends. The summer had slogged by in a haze of solo nights of drinking and stuffing. With the entire Walters residence at her disposal, Melissa had made the most of her evenings. Plopping herself down in front of the plasma, awaiting the arrival of her takeaways, consuming herself into oblivion. In her solitude, Melissa had crossed lines she had never expected.

At first, she was timid to overstay her welcome. But now, she owned this place. Her greedy personality had expanded beyond the wallpaper and into the very structure of this house. What started off as UberEats for dinner soon became an order for 6pm, then another at 9pm. She only left the house for work and food. A shut in, who went from one hedonist moment to the next.

The buzz of her alarm was not what roused her from her burrito of bedwarmth. It was a small text tone:

"Hey Melissa! I'll be there for 10:30am. Just remember to tuck the key under the mat, I won't be more than a few hours :) - Sandra"

Mel read it with one eye open, her fat face impressing upon her cheeks and lips. With a great huff and hurl, Mel threw back the comforter and sat up in bed.

She was massive.

At a whopping 309lbs, Mel had blown up beyond belief this summer. The bed groaned under her newfound girth, as her gut sprang forward and into her lap. She absentmindedly massaged the wobbly mound of fat, her tits hanging loose against her gut. No sense wearing shirts or small bras to bed. Angry, red, harsh stretchmarks speckled her belly and breasts. Her lovehandles seemed injected with straight adipose. Her neck had swollen with a wide double chin, and her arms ballooned outwards and upon impact with the rest of her. A massive back roll creased her side, and her thighs (finally) had widened outward to support her overstuffed frame.

In two months, she had consumed herself past 300lbs and beyond the point of no return. She reached over and, by force of habit, cracked open two Boosts and downed them as her pre-breakfast palette cleanser. Only one remained...for good measure, the obese brunette suckled that box dry and tossed them aside. Almost 1600 calories before getting out of bed...

Her gut now hung over her waistband at all times. It stuck out, bloated and rotund, and jiggled with every slight movement. Mel had really overdone it last night...she had recently taken up consuming a six pack of beer as often as she could. And the effects had been glorious.

She slowly began grabbing garbage and cleaning up the place. Sandra, the cleaning lady, was going to do a sweep of the house before the Walters returned tomorrow evening. Mel knew she had made a bomb of the place in the last two weeks especially, and knew they needed to return home to a respectful sight and not the glorious pig pen she had turned it into.

Kennedy and Mel had been in constant contact for the first two weeks of the trip, until at that point, the Walters decided to relocate their stay to a more remote area with extremely limited internet and service. Kennedy had been able to pop in every now and then, sending a quick text update or food pic, but the majority of the summer had turned out to be incredible lonely for Mel. She hadn't heard from Ken in nearly...two and a half weeks now?

She was pissed. Why couldn't that stupid fatso figure something out? Mel had resorted to eating her feelings away. Out of spite, she had emptied the fridge almost entirely.

Hopping in the shower was needed before Mel started her day. Her overplush naked physique barely fit in the once spacious cubicle. She felt her belly brushing against the walls as she turned. Her mind turned to what she would eat next before she left for the day...

In order to be out of the house, Melissa had booked an entire day at the movies for herself. Three shows, back to back, and a concession stand sweep that would embarrass any dietician.

Mel felt her body against the hot steam and running water. She was growing so turned on at her own behaviour...she cradled her belly and bounced it, so tender and full. One last time, Mel rubbed one out in the shower with help from Mr. Showerhead. She came squeezing her big round belly.

Mel had exclusively been wearing Kennedy's clothes over the past two weeks. Jean shorts that were wide enough to house Kennedy's fat derriere were now the width needed to support Mel's big belly.

Today, she squeezed herself into the shorts and the age old California shirt. It was a crop top now, barely covering the bottom of her boobies and showing a heavy underside to her absolute calcium cannons.

Thundering downstairs, Mel gathered all the garbage and lugged it to the garage, where she found herself sweaty and winded from such a simple chore. She rewarded herself with a final ice cream chug in front of the fridge, officially leaving it barren and devoid of all sustenance.

Folding in half to hide the key for the cleaning service, she felt her fat bunch and restrict her flexibility. The button on her shorts furiously bit into her belly as she tried to reach the ground but struggled desperately to make it work.

With a wobbly sigh, Mel threw on some sunglasses and turned towards the sun and her awaiting chariot.

Melissa started her day off the way she usually does: with a huff and a pop.

The obese 18-year-old dropped herself into the driver's seat of Mr. Walter's Audi Q5. The sudden movement and grandiose weight drop caused the gargantuan graduate to groan and immediately reach for the button of her jean shorts -- it was crucial that she give her physique some space to breathe whilst sitting.

Her belly spilling forth against the steering wheel, she peeled off towards the movie theaters.

She would be picking the Walters up tomorrow evening from the airport. Only 36 hours to go until she was reunited with her best friend. She had missed her desperately. But she had managed on her own quite well...

At the movies, Mel spread out over three seats. Armed with concessions on either sides (three bags of large popcorn, candy, liquorice, gummies, and chocolate galore; oh, and two XL Pepsis). She was ready for her day alone.

This time tomorrow, she would see Kennedy again. She missed the sight of that fat girl's ass in front of her. She missed not feeling alone in her gluttony.

The past two months, Mel had cemented her future. A year ago, she was pretty, lithe, and youthful. Now, she was a greedy, fat, wasted potential. A young girl who was 300lbs before her 20th birthday. Who would have ever predicted that?

Mel couldn't wait to show her work to Ken tomorrow. Being apart made the reveal so much more...enticing.

Mel munched away and watched the film as she thought about the big day ahead. The day she would show off her gloriously obese body to her BFF. She hope she would be proud.

Her fat best friend. Her encourager. Her cheerleader. Her stuffer. Her coach.

Her bad influence.