Chapter 10 - never prepared

Summer was over and the heat, on schedule, left. It was still comfortable outside but the occasional biting breeze could be felt across the skin. September 30th, four months and 250 pounds later. Clare was never prepared. She was never prepared when she woke up, her wardrobe was never truly up to date with her size and she was never prepared for those tight squeeze moments. She was still a lithe, active girl, but only buried by fat and she was only going to get more buried.

Eli came over for their end of month data collection. He was truly happy to be there, to help her out and of course see how sexy she was becoming. Eli gotten past his denial phase; hormones made quick work of that. Eli couldn't believe how fast Clare was gaining weight. She was ballooning everyday, stuffing her face constantly. She simply had no will power to stop herself. Compared to before Clare was unrecognizable with those fat cheeks, soft jowls and a double chin that was wrapping itself around her neck and lower face.

"Come in Eli" she looked at Eli happily and Eli returned the feeling. Stepping into Clare's room, at least a dozen empty snack boxes and bags were laying about. Then next to her bed was a bookshelves that was turned into a pantry filled with all kinds of fatty snack foods. First thing Clare did was rip open a twinky wrapper and put the whole thing in her mouth.
"Mmphhmph, soffy about tha mesthphh...." the yellow cake filled her mouth "...I'm sooo hungry these days, which you have clearly seen" Clare chuckled a little bit. She also wasn't prepared everything the gut wrenching hunger would hit her, enchanced by that falty gene that was making her appetite hormones on full power almost 24/7.

"Well yea, it's the condition doing this..." Eli gesturing to all the food "... not Clare".
"I mean, I didn't really even try to stop myself, I just stuffed my mouth....I just let myself go and that fine because I need to accept this and live positively... I mean, I don't look too bad? At least I'm a cute fat girl, don't you think?" Clare flaunted her hip and put her hand on her love handle, which was really at this point the top her ass as it was absorbing her lower back.

Eli was a bit caught off guard by her sudden change in tone. "Uh uh yea, sure Clare" Eli was clearly blushing, and he could feel it. Clare thought his awkward cluelessness was adorable and she could clearly tell Eli was attracted to fat girls.
"Well your pants are telling me a different story, you obviously think I'm sexy"
"Can you stop looking down there!?"

"Well you keep look at my ass and belly so I'm just returning the favor...weeellll anyways the camera is right there" Clare pointed at gleefully, then began taking off her pajama pants, followed by her shirt, then socks, then her bra, then her panties...Eli has seen her like this several times, but every time was different because she was simply ballooning every month. "Oof, man look at me, Ive gotten huge! Just soo fat..." Clare proceeded to slap the side of her double gut then waddled her way into the bathroom. The shock to her every month was the number on the scale. Pulling it out and turning it on, she preceded to step on it. Eli stared at the fluctuating numbers but they settled.
"Wow uhh... 378 pounds". Over 40 pounds that month. Both of them could only think of one word that described this... ballooning. Every part of Clare was fattening up, from cankles beginning to overhang to wrists and hands so plump they form a thick crease all the way around. A belly that drapes over her fupa, rolls that hang off her back, sides and even thighs.