Chapter 4 - no turning back

As I left my apartment to go to work, I stood in that mildewy hallway as Steph's neighbor... er my neighbor... Pete walked up behind me.

"Hey, Steph," he said.

I turned around.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were Steph," he said, blushing.

"It's okay, I'm um... her cousin, Lizzy, living here for the summer."

"Well, it is okay to replace one beautiful woman with another, I guess," he said.

He was pathetic. As I looked over his balding fatman, I realized this was the type of man who was going to flirt with me now. I started blushing too.

I spent the summer working full-time at McDonalds while spending all my free time playing computer games or stuffing my face. My skin was pale, even though it was now June. I quickly outgrew my clothes and started wearing the old clothes Steph kept in her closet. I ran my hands over her shirt and felt my new rolls. I walked up to the mirror, my hair was limp and greasy like hers used to be. My skin was starting to break out in acne, just like she used to have.

When Steph and I had a shift together, she would tell me how well she was doing in the summer program, how much she loved my apartment. She was tan, dating a guy she met while on her daily run. She showed me a picture, the guy was hot. Which makes sense, Steph was becoming very hot herself.

A professor in the summer program encouraged her to apply for a transfer in the fall and for financial aid to pay for it. Steph and I sat down together and both applied for financial aid now that my parents had almost entirely cut me off.

"Maybe we can be roommates in the fall," said Steph.

"Yeah, maybe," I said. It would be weird going back to campus as a fat girl.

I crossed 200 pounds at the end of July. I celebrated with a cheesecake. I promised myself that I was going to stop at the end of August so I was glad I was able to hit the big 200 before then. The newest size of Steph pants I moved into had elastic waistbands, which was nice for my growing belly.

It was now the beginning of August. Financial aid letters came in the mail. Steph came over and we opened them together.

"We are pleased to reward you with a full tuition scholarship!" Steph screamed, "Lizzy, with this research job my professor offered me, I'll easily be able to afford school with only a couple small loans!"

I opened my letter.

"At this time, your GPA does not qualify you for financial aid," I read aloud.

"Lizzy, I'm so sorry," said Steph.

"It's okay," I said, "So do you think your landlord would switch the lease to this efficiency over to me?"

Steph signed a lease for my old apartment, I signed a lease for hers. Steph quit McDonalds, I stopped seeing her. When my parents learned I wasn't going to school in the fall, they cut off the rest of my money. I was now supporting myself. Now crappy food wasn't a choice, it was all I could afford. Working at my fast food job only paid the bills, nothing left to save and no time for school. I was now stuck in a dead end job, I loved it. No expectations, no burdens. Just be a fat drone behind a counter.

I lived like that for months. I was now 260 pounds, bigger than Steph had been the first time I saw her. In fact, I was straining the largely clothes she ever wore. I was now the huge girl filling out an unflattering uniform. A giant jello belly hanging in front of me. A greasy, pimply face. I noticed some stranger was staring at me, some thin hot girl. It was Steph. She munched on a salad as I huffed and puffed moving my fat body around wiping tables. We exchanged a quick glance and smiled.

She whispered to me as I walked by, "You are still weird."

Then, she walked out and got in the car with a just incredibly hot guy, way hotter than the one she was dating in the summer.

That night, I closed the store. I took home as much food as I could carry. My fantasy was now complete but I wanted to be more. I wanted to be much bigger than Steph ever was. After stuffing myself, I heard Pete walking up the hallway.

I opened the door.

"Hi, Steph... I mean, Lizzy," he said.

"Do you want me?" I asked.

"Um... yes," he stammered.

I wanted to be lower and more desperate than Steph at her fattest. I wanted to say yes to the man she had turned down so many times. Pete opened the door to his efficiency, messy and sad. He started awkwardly kissing me as we moved to the bed. He removed his shirt, I removed mine. Our flabby bodies mashed together. As this whale of a man got on top of this whale of a me, I started to get excited. Not because of the sex, that was not very good, but because it sunk in how much I had sacrificed for this.

This was my life now, this was permanent. That gave me one hell of an orgasm.