Chapter 1

Leah stepped slowly out of the Uber after it had come to a slow stop outside of her childhood house. Her dusty blonde hair blue in the fresh breeze of the coastal town she'd grown up, her lungs filling with the salty scent for the first time in three years.

She'd spent the drive reminiscing on her teenage years - tall and scrawny, kissing boys and sometimes girls on the beach, swimming everyday after school and riding bikes and longboards down the coastal path with her friends.

Now, the 6 foot tall graduate had finally finished college, where she'd been boarding in a Sorority house during her studies on the complete opposite side of the country to her family.

Her single mother, ever the technophobe, hadn't wanted to risk face timing as "the government was always watching," and her two younger siblings; James and Kim, had always just tagged along on their mothers phone calls. To top it off, to hide her party-girl college shenanigans, Leah had put her socials on private.

So today, her family was going to see her for the first time in three years.

The 22 year old slowly made her way up to the front door, clad in a pair of grey sweatpants and an oversized blue hoodie with her College logo sprawled across its chest. Her heart beated dangerously fast and she struggled to catch her breath. It was due to her excitement, she presumed.

Finally at the door, Leah knocked and waited, her chest heaving and she caught her breath.

The wooden door swung open.

"Welcome ho-"

Leah's mother, June, cut herself off as her daughter came into her view for the first time in three years. But Leah didn't just come into her view, she was the view, because she took it up, all of it.

Standing as tall as ever above her, Leah's frame had widened considerably. Her chubby head was tiny perched on the top of her broad shoulders. June could tell that her daughter's hoodie was definitely a few sizes too small, the sleeves of the thick blue fabric had been stuffed tight with Leah's bloated, chicken wing arms, while the uni logo stretched distorted over giant boobs - the last time June had seen her, the girl hardly had anything to show up there - now she'd grown a pair of juicy E's at least.

Below them, the jumper stretched around Leah's giant stuffed belly. Not only did it stick out far in front of her, but it seemed to surround her sides like a distorted spare tyre, keeping the lardy lasses arms permanently angled out a bit.

The packed hoodie was then envelope by the waistband of Leah's gigantic grey sweatpants as she stood their with her jumper tucked in, presumably to: A. Hide her hanging belly, and B. stopping her jumping from rolling up to reveal said hanging belly.

But what shocked June the most, was her daughter's WIDE hips and ass. The dumpy daughter's pockets had folded inside out as the the tent sized sweatpants stretched around her giant, flaring hips. Behind her, Leah's ass pushed out, forming a titanic shelf, with each globular ass cheek pumped bigger than an over inflated beach ball. Unseen from June's view, the two spheres were packed so tightly into the sweats, that the seam down the valley of her ass crack was starting the splinter. It hadn't quite split yet, but each thunderous step up the drive way had caused tiny riping sounds back there as tiny threads began to give way. But Leah hadn't noticed. She never noticed.

As the shocked mother continued to study this new version of her daughter, her jaw hit the floor as she looked further down, passed that heavy hanging belly, to what was visible to her fat thighs. She could tell that her daughter's stance has changed, the layers of fat between her legs forcing her to stand with them further apart, as the cellulite ridden limbs touched down to her knees. Below her knees, even the blobs calves had inflated, with her cankles folding over the top of her white trainers that seemed squished to have been squished by the weight of all that fat.

"Mum, what's the matter?' Leah asked, genuinely confused by her mother's lack of excitement to see her after all this time.
June's heart skipped a beat. Jesus, even her voice had gotten deeper, her fat muffling her previous, girlier voice.

"Leah, what have you done to yourself," the skinny mother replied, "you're huge! Like, fucking huge!"

"Oh yeah, I know I've always been tall but yeah, I got even taller in College," Leah replied, still not following.

James and Kim came running to the door to see what all the fuss was about, immediately beginning to chuckle.

'"No Leah, you don't understand, you're fat," her mother uncharacteristically blurted out. "Infact you're not just fat, you're morbidly obese!"

"Don't be silly," Leah began to blush, "Maybe I've put on the freshman 15, but that's nothing I can't loose."

"More like the freshman 150," James teased.

"I think it's a bit more than that too," Kim added.

Leah didn't know what to think. She knew she'd put on a little weight over the years, but this reaction was alarming.

"Leah, come on here," June decided to park the weight issue for now, until...

THUD!

Leah's wide hips became wedged suddenly in the door frame, causing picture frames to rattle. She jiggled uncontrollably as her ass clapped ridiculously behind her with each futile thrust. But it was hopeless.
Had it really been that long since Leah had walked through a normal door? And had she really outgrown them? Her brain went into a frenzy thinking about it. All lectures at College had double doors, as did the entry into her sorority house, and she'd stopped using her bedroom long ago, turning to the couch as the easiest place to sleep after the nightly College parties she attended. The lack of using her own bedroom had made herself oblivious to the fact that she wouldn't even have been able to fit into it...

Slowly, the blob girl waddled her wide load backwards and shifted herself sideways. Her hanging belly brushed one side of the doorframe while one of her ass cheeks popped through. Tension grew as Leah stopped for a moment when when the doorframe became wedged between her mountainous rump. She pushed again and thankfully she stumbled through onto the familiar floorboards of her home - only now they creaked and splintered.

Leah steadied herself, well, as much as a jelly girl like her could. Her family watched as she attempted to stop her jiggling fat. She'd grab a roll, steady it, feel it, look shocked at how much of it there was, and then move onto the next.
It was crazy, James thought, it's as though she was just finding out how fat she was for the first time.

"Need... To sit... Down..." was all the fatty could spit out through heavy breaths.

Her family lowered the lardy lass onto their living room couch, creaking as her colossus ass spread across the seats; her Titanic thighs just squeezing between the arms rests. The true weight of Leah's situation began to sink in.

She hadn't noticed that as she tried to out-drink the buff jocks at college she grew wider than them. Beer funnel after beer funnel. She wanted to be the fun party girl, the cool one that drank beer with the boys, and she certainly was as she chugged night after night. They nicknamed her 'tanker' as they filled her up, up, up!

Leah hadn't noticed when she became the fattest of her sorority, though her sisters certainly did. They would egg her on with every meal, desperate to see just how much she could handle... And who was Leah to turn down the opportunity to impress?

The meals grew more and more, as did her hips and ass. As her clothes grew hilariously tight, the sorority decided to gift her some clothes. Leah hadn't noticed that the tags had been cut off, nor that all of her options had quickly become sweatpants and hoodies.

Some of the girls grew concerned...

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"She's getting too big."

But the fatties appetite was growing, she began asking for more. Who were the girls to say no? Soon it became lost where one one meal ended and the next one started.

In her second year, Leah failed to notice that her ass required two chairs at the dining table - her friends sliding in the extra chair without her knowledge as she carelessly lowered her bulk. She also failed to notice as her period bloat began to fold over into a double and then triple belly that would sway with every lumbersome step and bounce with every chomp of her hardworking jaw.

Some of the girls concerns grew, whilst the bitchier ones enjoyed the game.

"We're not forcing her to eat it all..."

No one had the guts to tell her about her own gut. To stop this unhealthy madness.

In her third year, Leah failed to notice that the way-too-drunk guys that would come home with her were no longer able to sleep next to her - those meat thighs rolling over from edge to edge of her double bed.

And a few months later, she was none the wiser to her sorority sister's concerns as the ceiling below her bedroom began to splinter under her.

"You can just sleep down here on the couch, it's way comfier than that old be of yours."

Leah agreed, that bed hadn't become quite uncomfortable. The old slacks had begun to splint and hang while the mattress too had developed a permanent bow in the middle.

Soon, everything came to her. Diner was served in the living room, as Leah's endless gluttony was catered for by the girls. The nightly parties too became bound to the living room as the boys filled the tanker up. She would eat and eat and eat, then chug, chug, chug, causing her to bloat out further every night - her stomach stretching beyond belief, demanding more and more food daily to come anywhere near close to full.

Some of the more innocent girls took over her assignments; their way of dealing with the guilt stemming from their new creation.

So Leah ate and drank and yapped.

She hadn't even noticed that she hadn't left the house in the last 3 months of her studies. In fact, she only ever left the couch to go to the bathroom - the one that all the girls agreed was too small and that contained a toilet with a seat that was always going to crack, no matter who sat on it.

And as she slept through graduation after another massive night full of food and beer, Leah hadn't thought about how strange it was that her house mates had left a mountain of snacks on her belly for when she awoke.

And finally, she believe the sisters that she was just hungover and groggy as they assisted in waddling her fat ass through the double doors of the building and across the back seats of her Uber. They handed her some twinkies that she shoveled down her throat, distracting the blonde as they fastened a seatbelt extender around her gut and had to slam both car doors shut to contain her thighs which squeezed up towards the windows.

Leah wasn't able to turn her head enough (due to her doughy triple chin) to see the sisters saving her off as the car groaned and splutter away. Some of the girls laughed historically, in disbelief that they'd gotten away with such a terrible three year prank, while the more innocent girls looked sad, traumatized by the monster they'd created... The innocent life they'd ruined.

Now, Leah sat in her family living room and sobbed, the family sized couch bowing beneath her. She knew that she had to accept her new reality - her stomach too stretched to deny it food no matter how hard she tried to cut back.

Meanwhile, her family accepted their position as Leah's new enablers. Her siblings found the whole thing hilarious, while her mother was oh so concerned.

So Leah continued to eat and grow. Tanker was ready to burst now.

She ate when she was sad because it made her feel better, and she ate when she was bored, because it was the only thing that she was physically able to do.

She hadn't even noticed when she became more ball than woman.

She ate,

and ate,

and ate.

Grow tubby grow, it's time to blow.