“What was that?” her mother asked, peeking her head inside her daughter's room.
“Nothing,” Melissa said abruptly. “I was just … deciding if I wanted to change my outfit or not.”
“Oh,” her mother said, nodding her head, “well, you better not because you're going to be late for math, and I don't want to receive another call from your teacher. So hurry up! Get a move on!”
“Okay, okay. I'm coming,” Melissa said, looking at herself questioningly in the mirror that hung in front of her. Little by little she'd been increasing her food intake. An extra chocolate bar here, a few cookies there, seconds on hamburgers at lunch, and throughout the past month it'd shown. She'd always been a bigger girl. And at age 17, being 5'4 and 210 lbs., she was close to becoming downright fat, plus with the extra food she'd been eating .. well one could only guess that her weight had climbed to around 225 lbs.
As she walked into her 1st period pre-calculus class that morning, she couldn't help but notice the eyes of her peers following her to her seat. She plopped into a chair next to her best friend Jackie.
“Late again, Ms. Wittman?” Mr. Jacobs said shaking his head disapprovingly.
“Yeah, sorry. It won't happen again, promise,” Melissa mumbled, reaching into her backpack to pull out a Five Star binder, and a small Tupperware container filled with cookies she'd baked the previous night. He shrugged his shoulders and continued on with his lesson. Jackie looked over at the container and smiled.
“What're those?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes, and smiling broadly. Melissa smiled, and couldn't help but laugh slightly.
“'Course you can have some,” she said, removing the lid as quietly as possible, and taking a cookie herself.
“Thanks, hun,” Jackie replied, her stomach near grumbling point. “I'm starving.”
Smirking, Melissa replied: “When are you not?” She looked at her friend and smiled. Jackie had beautiful curly brown hair, and an amazing sense of style. Her light brown skin, and voluptuous curves only made her that much more radiant. At 5'6, and around 250 lbs., she adored every ripple in her thighs, and every stretch mark on her skin. She truly, 100% adored her body.
“So,” Jackie began, about to speak of the conversation the day before, “are you sure about this whole weight gain thing? I mean, I'm up for it if you are.”
“Are you challenging me?” Melissa asked, her eyebrows raised, and a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“No, just saying, I'll do it if you do.”
“I'll do it.”
“Allrrrighht!” Jackie said, winking.
“Girls,” Mr. Jacobs interrupted. “I've been hearing the two of you whisper and giggle all period. Do you think you can stop sometime today?! Please, it's enough!”
“We're sorry. Won't happen again,” Jackie said, smiling widely, and her eyes twinkling. The teacher knew she was patronizing him, but he continued writing on the chalk-board all the same.
Melissa tore out a sheet of lined paper from her binder, and wrote on it the following:
'I'm soo glad that I've got the kinda mom who doesn't care what I weigh, it's awesome. Anywayz, she was telling me that we're gonna go grocery shopping after school today … so what do I buy?'
Walking past the bakery isle in 'FoodMart', Melissa took it upon herself to place one large chocolate cake into her mother's cart, along with pecan tarts, chocolate croissants, brownies, and other flabulous goodies.
“Melissa!” Her mom gasped, looking at her daughter in shock. “What's this?” she asked, waving her hand in the direction of the snacks in her cart.
“Well, you said I could pick up something if I wanted it, and I want these.”
“But … but honey, I thought you said you were going to watch your weight …” she said gently, not wanting to hurt her daughter in any way.
Melissa opened her mouth, and placed her hands on her hips. “Mom! I thought you said that it didn't matter to you what I weigh?!”
“Sweetie,” her mom began, moving towards Melissa, and placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “It doesn't. Really, it doesn't. I just want what's best for you … but hey, it's your body, do with it whatever you'd like.”
“Right. And so I want these too,“ she said, placing a package of cherry danishes in the cart as well.
After 6 months of filling themselves to the absolute max three times a day, Jackie and Melissa were comparing stats. Deciding to go on the scale, and see how much weight they'd actually gained, Melissa went first. She patted her stomach, and ran her hands along the sides of her massive thighs.
“Finally … here's the moment of truth,” Jackie said, grinning. Her stomach was starting to (very noticeably) fold at the belly button, and was forming a lot of cellulite; with the stretch marks getting deeper, she felt extremely proud of herself.
“Okay, umm … 276 lbs.!” She screeched. She jumped off and hugged her best friend, followed by a peck on the cheek. “Go us!” she said laughing.
“Yay, my turn!” Jackie said, “and I bet it's a lot!” Laughing, she asked her friend: “Umm … can you read it for me. I can't see past my gut.”
“Haha, okay,” she said, inspecting the scale carefully. “210!” She said laughing.
“Yeah right. No seriously.”
“Okay, well add … 100 lbs.”
“310?” she asked, no believing her friend. “Yeah, right!”
“I'm serious! Congrats are in order, I suppose!”
The two friends had gone on numerous shopping trips, making sure to buy clothes in sizes much bigger than what they needed, hoping to stretch them to the maximum. At school they walked through the hallways with pride, both being grateful that they no longer had to participate in the hell teachers liked to call 'Phys. Ed'. Their mothers smiled at their children, and were happy that they were happy. They showed themselves off with tight, short t-shirts that proudly glorified their stomachs, and stretch pants that emphasized the dimples in their lower bodies. Melissa pulled Jackie into the nearest washroom with her. She looked at herself proudly in the mirror and admired the way her face was creating a third chin, and how incredibly large her arms and bust had become. Her shirt kept recoiling to the place beneath her chest, and above her stomach. Large rolls of fat flowed from her body in every direction, and she couldn't help but be pleased. Her immense thighs touched all the way down, and her buttocks gutted behind her and swayed as she walked.
They graduated that year with Jackie at 378 lbs., and Melissa following closely at 362 lbs. They're blue gowns were snug and fit them tightly, but being the largest sizes they had, they were made to suffice. Stick-thin girls looked at them with disgust while the star football player, who had made his preference of larger girls known earlier that year, checked them out regularly.
Their daily activities consisted of eating, sleeping and relaxation. Her mother began to worry as she often complained of hunger when she'd eaten something just minutes before. But Melissa knew she wasn't really hungry, she just liked eating. Finding clothes often became a hassle, so not only did she wear clothes that she was unable to zip, or sometimes even button because she wanted everyone to know how large she was, but also because it was just easier that way.
“Come on, Melissa,” her mother called after her; she was taking her daughter clothing shopping at the local mall.
Melissa sat on the passenger seat, taking in that the seat was much to small for her, and that the seatbelt could no longer buckle, she had to restrain herself from screeking in delight.
Once they reached the mall, they headed to American Eagle where Melissa found an amazing top in a size large. She went to try it on, inwardly knowing that there was no way it was going to fit, and all the while getting awkward looks from everyone around her. She liked attention, she wanted people to look at her and have a reaction. Whether it was good or bad, well that didn't really matter to her, a reaction was a reaction all the same.
When she entered her change room, she took in how small it was, and how large she was and grinned. This was only the beginning.