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|11-18-2008, 06:23 PM||#1|
Join Date: Oct 2005
Kelli's Story - by Marci (~BBW (Multiple). Eating, Drama, ~SWG))
~BBW (Multiple). Eating, Drama, ~SWG – Introducing a most unique Sorority member and her friends
(From Marci, with adaptation by the Observer)
Kelli Westphal sighed, then glanced around her sorority house room. She was the latest arrival as the new class year began, one of four freshmen among the 15 Mu Theta sorority sisters. She would be part of the wing where, as a seasoned and experienced sophomore, I would be serving as assistant floor monitor.
I saw her tentatively inspecting her quarters, which she would be sharing with her yet unknown roommate and watched her from across the hall, knowing that she wasn’t our usual new inductee. Because I’d been in the house all summer I knew the background behind her presence.
It was her Mom that had talked Kelli into becoming part of Mu Theta her freshman year. As an inducement she’d offered her daughter a car, including paying the insurance. Kelli wasn’t a wild girl; in fact she had excellent grades, and had dated responsibly with no record of using drugs or alcohol. Still, she’d fallen into the typical “conform to your peers and be trendy – go along to get along” mindset” of many teens.
Mrs. Westphal wasn’t happy with this. Her daughter had a body image concept that caused her to be the opposite of her corpulent mom. She wasn’t anorexic, but because of her self-enforced restraint in eating, normally less than 1500 calories a day, her mom feared that she could go that way without gentle parental monitoring.
Since Mrs. Westphal was a Mu Theta alumnus and a major financial benefactor we’d agreed to take her daughter despite Kelli’s lithe frame and reported abstemious appetite. Her Mom was hopeful that the effect of a Mu Theta environment might make a change in her daughter. A number of us were a bit skeptical, but when dealing with a $10,000 per year supporter you do what you can.
I noted Kelli as she was looking around the room. She saw that it had an adjoining bath with two sinks and a full shower in addition to a large tub. In the main room there were matching five drawer mahogany bureaus, a pair of well lit desks facing opposite walls with stands at their side for a computer and printer. The oversize single beds had mattresses that were comfortable and the room’s large window had a decent view of the cityscape.
"Well, I’m here for at least a year," I could hear her talking to herself, "so I might as well enjoy things. It doesn’t look like it will be all that bad.”
Her dialogue with herself was suddenly interrupted by a boisterous voice coming from behind her. “Hey, how are you?”
She twirled, only to be greeted by a hug from a girl who was a tad taller and outweighed Kelli by maybe seventy pounds.
“I’m Shelly Gilliam, you must be Kelli”, the new person exclaimed. She was about as big as me, just under 200 pounds – tall enough to not really look fat, but definitely overweight, I was happy to see no sign that this bothered Kelli at all. She just appeared happily surprised by the enthusiastic greeting.
“Maybe everything really will be all right,” I thought to myself.
The two sat down to converse and I retired to my own room; before long an hour had passed and it was time for dinner.
“Well, it’s time to eat,” I heard Shelly say as she came into the hall, “and you don’t want to miss it.”
“No problem, I had an early breakfast and nothing since,” replied Kelli.
Once she was downstairs, Shelly introduced Kelli to several of the residents. These included myself and the President of the house, Susan Green, a junior. Susan was “large” as well, at five feet eight and nearly 300 pounds.
"How does she get around that well?," I could project Kelli wondering, as Susan deftly made her way around the buffet table, loading up her plate until it was rounded over. The answer was that Susan had been large since grade school and had master maneuvering as she went along. Kelli held back as I followed Susan and Shelly in line, although my selection was more moderate – baked potato with butter and sour cream, meat loaf, creamed corn and a separate salad plate.
Shelly was enthusiastically “digging in”, and ended up with almost as much food as Susan. I figured she hadn’t eaten lunch because normally she didn’t have so much. Or maybe she was just testing the waters with Kelli.
I watched Kelli’s mental wheels turning as she looked over the food choices. I imagined her thinking of her Mom, whose weight had first soared her first year in college, leading her to join Mu Theta as a sophomore.
"Wow, reminds me of Mom," I could imagine Kelli thinking as she carefully chose a few small things for her plate. I thought maybe Kelli realized that she would be hard pressed to keep her five foot six, 115 pound body in its present form if she followed our example.
But as the evening progressed she found the food was delicious and when she ran out ahead of everyone she didn’t hesitate to go back for seconds. As in high school she was following the lead of her peers, including sharing in the cheesecake for dessert.
She soon discovered that every meal at Mu Theta was an all-you-can-eat buffet, beginning with breakfast. She had a generous helping of O’Brian potatoes, scrambled eggs laced with cheese and two English muffins, remarking “this food is fantastic!”
That night we had chicken with macaroni and cheese plus veggies. Kelli didn’t hesitate in following my lead in having a salad plate plus a fully loaded entrée plate. We had a wonderful German Chocolate cake for dessert and Kelli fit right in, having two pieces.
Within a week or so I’d relaxed. Despite being the thinnest person in the sorority Kelli had fit in very smoothly with the Mu Theta lifestyle. There was definitely nothing anorexic about her appetite, but she was beginning to engage in an insightful and introspective dialogue with herself.
She began sharing her thoughts with me one evening about two weeks after school started as we were savoring some left over pie in mid evening.
“With food like this I can see why everyone here is overweight,” she remarked.
“Well, having our own chef doesn’t cut out many calories, that’s for sure – but not everyone is out to please their boyfriend like Susan. Most of us were bigger to begin with and just like a sorority that’s size accepting.”
“Susan has a steady boyfriend?” Kelli exclaimed with some surprise.
“Yep – probably he will be her fiancé officially when the spring semester starts. But that’s no big deal – most of us have guys we're going with.”
“Wow – how does that happen? In high school the bigger girls were overlooked much of the time.”
“That may be why Mu Theta got started. We have a get together at the beginning of October for guys who like bigger girls – that’s where I got my earliest college dates before my boy friend Dave and I became an item. "
“I guess I’d better skip that one – I’m not even in the game in that league,” remarked Kelli.
“Nonsense,” I replied. “Just because a guy dates larger girls doesn’t mean a more slender one with personality can’t attract attention. Its just the flip side of what the bigger girls do in high school. I competed and won there with a little extra effort; so can you here!”
I knew Kelli was skeptical, but she did come to the party. It was a fun time too - Susan's boy friend Chuck was one of those who provided entertainment, targeting blondes with jokes the way some comedians do fat people.
"I'm glad everyone here is a brunette except for our token redhead – ‘cause I feel like talking about blondes tonight.
"Over in Chester Hall there's a guy who was telling us about his blond cheerleader girlfriend. She’s nice, but a little ditzy - her room mates can tell when she's been using the word processor - there's white out on the screen where she made her corrections.
"She's not that really dumb though - she at least knows how to deal with other blondes. She was stopped by a blonde policewoman and asked for her driver's license. She hands the officer a compact mirror the size of her i.d. - the police woman looks at own image a moment and says, "Oh, you’re a policewoman too? If I known that I wouldn't have stopped you!
"Of course you know why it takes longer to build a blonde snowman as opposed to a regular one? You have to hollow out the head."
Every quip bought a chuckle, in part because most in the room had themselves been the target of a remark or two by blonde divas in high school, which Chuck well knew.
Susan acted as master of ceremonies for the rest of the entertainment, which included four of the house members acting as a quartet called the Chubettes and two instrumental solos. There was also a little karaoke.
Kelli enjoyed the evening, dancing a bit and snacking a lot along with everyone else. And sure enough, several guys took her phone number; within a week two of them had called her. That was the last I heard about her being at a weight disadvantage. She was learning fast.
Over the next few weeks, she settled into the typical Freshman routine of class attendance, studying, and eating, frequently on as little sleep as possible. With her indulgent roommate Shelly’s constant snacking in the room plus the buffets, Kelli was finding it hard not to appease a developing appetite that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
Slowly but surely, the extra shared snacks between the two were beginning to have their effect on Kelli. By Thanksgiving an extra fifteen pounds had crept onto her in the form of a small belly. Her clothes were tighter and she began to worry about how to pay for a new wardrobe; she mentioned this to Shelly.
“Don’t worry about it,“ her roommate exclaimed “I have a whole wardrobe of different sizes, everything from your size up to mine. Just borrow them permanently. I sure won’t be using them again!”
Kelli wondered what she meant by that last statement. Did that mean she never expected to lose any weight? That she liked being fat? That certainly seemed to be the Mu Theta attitude. Whatever the case her immediate worries were alleviated and she relaxed. The fact is that our Mu Theta meals are outstanding by design and I knew Kelli was hooked. I also noticed that after the party Roger Matthews was paying her a bit of special attention.
I knew Roger. A fellow sophomore he wasn’t into super large girls but he was definitely an FA type, the kind who likes dates to not be shy about their appetite. He began by taking her to a couple of nice restaurants, the first time with Shelly and her boy friend Phil Gordon, then offering to study together bringing treats.
“OK,” she acknowledged to me after their group date, “I guess you were right about being able to compete. But being part of this place is having its effect. How big am I going to get?”
“You and your body will decide that – don’t ask me,” I replied
By the time Christmas break arrived, Kelli was sporting nearly twenty added pounds. Since the rest of us in the Mu Theta sorority house were still much larger than her she had ceased openly caring about her size. Her tendency to follow her peers was in full swing. She was having fun at mealtimes, and enthusiastically sharing in our huge buffet meals, even helping our chef Charles.
What I noticed most was that, like Shelly, Kelli was constantly snacking, especially on Roger’s treats. As for Shelly, she was gaining weight too, having gone from 185 to just under 200 during the fall semester but I thought Kelli was probably gaining faster.
When Kelli arrived home at Christmas break, according to what she shared wiuth me later, she was greeted warmly, with lots of hugs from her Mom and Dad, whose names were Karen and Jim. They of course immediately noticed the changes in Kelli caused by the weight gain, and for her dad it was a dream come true.
As a “fat admirer”, Jim had encouraged his wife to eat since college days but had respected his daughter’s desire to follow her peers. Now his daughter was following his wife’s pattern in college, and he was delighted. Karen also expressed relief, as she was always afraid that her daughter would fall into the trap of anorexia.
"Obviously, that’s not going to happen now," I was to find out much later that Karen Westphal decided with relief upon Kelli’s arrival home.
During Christmas, Kelli ate with aplomb, rarely stopping herself from enjoying as much as she wanted. Instead of just one dessert, she took two during Christmas dinner. A few times she had before bed snacks that must have had a thousand calories. Her dad just smiled and her mom said nothing.
Just before returning to campus, Kelli sat down for one last talk with her Mom. Karen shared some sobering news. She needed surgery on her knee, and she would need to lose at least one hundred pounds before the doctors would operate. Since she couldn’t do extensive exercise, she would have to drop most of the weight through diet. At 323 pounds, it was going to be difficult for Karen, who was used to eating huge meals and snacks every day.
Kelli’s eyes teared up when she realized the enormity of what her mother faced. The two women hugged tightly for what seemed an eternity. Kelli told her mom that she would be thinking of her every day, and to call her whenever she needed a boost.
Finally, it was time for Kelli to leave, and after one last hug from her parents, she headed back to campus. On the way, I found out later, she was thinking about how happy her mother had been throughout Kelli’s growing-up years.
"Until now, Mom hasn't had any health problems, and a knee problem could have happened to anyone, so did weight really matter? No," Kelli concluded, "it’s how happy you are with yourself."
She decided she would try to no longer obsess on weight, not that she really had been that much, and enjoy her life.
From that point on, for the rest of her Freshman year, Kelli indulged herself at mealtimes, to Roger’s continual delight. She was more careful, though, to walk a lot and keep as fit as she could in spite of the extra weight. The pounds continued to creep onto her body. By the end of her freshman year I estimate Kelli was very close to 165 pounds, very much within the lower end of the typical Mu Theta range.
|11-18-2008, 06:28 PM||#2|
Join Date: Oct 2005
In mid-June Shelly and Kelli were packing to leave on their summer break. Since I had an on-campus part time job I was staying. Although they lived far away from each other, they agreed to try to keep in touch during the ten week break. The two had become close friends during the year, even more so as Kelli’s love of food had blossomed.
By this time I noted Kelli’s wardrobe was mostly Shelly’s outgrown clothes. Shelly had put on more weight during the spring semester, and was now over 220 pounds, so there was plenty to choose from in Shelly’s “outgrown" closet.
Kelli told me she was being careful to pack clothing in larger sizes than her current one.
"I know you say there will be a set point where I stop gaining and level out, but I suspect its not going to happen very soon," she remarked. "I don't want to take the chance of gaining more weight during the summer and not having anything to wear."
Her concern was well founded. Kelli had gained I estimated around 45-50 pounds in nine months. She was by my estimate consuming something over 2500 calories a day, meaning that she was probably still sixty pounds away from even a conservative set point.
The new weight was well distributed. She had a soft belly roll, full hips and thighs and a certain fullness to her upper body, but would probably be called by most more chubby or stocky than fat. But she was on her way and we were both were aware of it. Shelly and I, of course, were well ahead of her.
Shelly was ready to leave first, so she went over and gave a huge hug to Kelli. Their two bellies collided during the hug, causing both to heartily laugh out loud. Wishing each other well, they traded a few tears, and soon Kelli was left by herself to finish packing.
"I wouldn't have imagined a year ago being this comfortable with a gut like this," she said slapping her belly, "but do you know I'm almost proud of it?"
"You exercise and don't really overdo it on eating," I replied. "Your body knows what is good for it - your brain is just adjusting to a mind set where you are free of trying to please others."
"I guess," she said. "I know I've changed my attitude about food. There's no way I'm dieting this summer! And I will be back with you guys in the fall."
"What you ought to do is practice your cooking - its as much fun as the eating," I suggested. It was a suggestion I’d made before, especially after Kelli had started helping our in house chef, Charles, with breakfasts.
"You don’t know everything I’ve been doing," she replied. “Charles has already given me some recipes to try doing just that with!”
I smiled as Kelli got into the car her Mom had furnished as an incentive to join Mu Theta. The ease of her transition surprised me; apparently it was amazing her too.
The 300 mile trip home was uneventful, although punctuated by several stops at fast food places. She had some burgers from Arby's, turkey and mashed potatoes at Boston Market, and a banana split from Dairy Queen.
“Now I know why they call fast food junk food,” she thought to herself. “If I can do what Charles does I know my cooking will be better. “
Her mom was the only one home when she arrived, Karen Westphal shook her head in quiet amazement at her once size 8 daughter as she began unloading her bags from the car. She was sporting snug size 16 slacks that fully displayed an the bulge of a developing lower belly. The waistband was a bit tight and tended to slip as she reached to handle her bags, calling attention to the thick roll of flesh around a slightly exposed midriff.
Kelli immediately noticed Karen's weight loss. Although not hugely dramatic, it was very noticeable and Kelli felt sorry for her even though she knew the need.
"Mom, like you're disappearing!" exclaimed Kelli.
Karen, while she was not especially alarmed by Kelli’s gain was still a bit concerned as to how she was taking it, laughed at her daughter’s next comment.
“Well, at least it looks like you gave me your weight, doesn’t it?” Kelli said, twisting her ample body with a bit of exhibitionist pride as she sensed her mom’s thoughts.
“How do you mean?” Karen replied.
"Mom, don't worry. I'm just following in your steps and I'm totally happy with it," replied Kelli. "I've even got a boyfriend who loves every roll."
"I don’t know, but this is my daughter’s life, though," reasoned Karen, dismissing any negativity from her mind. She'd encouraged Kelli to join Mu Theta as a hedge against anorexia; she realized that it was to be expected that things could go the other way.
Kelli quickly went to her room and unpacked, changing to a two-piece swimsuit that she had “borrowed” from Shelly. It fit Kelli’s now-generous curves perfectly. Surprising Karen further, she trooped around the house in it with little concern, her protruding tummy and thighs bouncing with each step.
When Jim Westphal arrived home, Kelli ran to him and gave him a huge hug and kiss, her belly rubbing his. Jim smiled broadly, not only at his daughter being home, but appreciative of her new curves. He remembered Karen’s weight gain during and after college, and recalled feeling his wife’s increasing softness with joy.
He knew his wife was dieting, so he suggested they go out to dinner at the neighborhood Outback Steak House. It was now four hours since Dairy Queen and Kelli’s appetite was ready. She and her mom both readily accepted.
"I'm going to have to go with a chicken Caesar salad," sighed Karen.
"We understand, honey," replied Jim.
Kelli, feeling sorry for her mom, hesitated to make her true wishes known, "What are you going to have Dad?'
Her dad waffled. He knew his wife didn’t mind, but he didn’t want to make his daughter feel like she was sticking out. , "I don't quite know yet. They have good everything: chicken, fish, steak, lamb. Since you're the returning scholar it should be your choice."
Thus empowered Kelli indulged her real desire, ordering the New Zealand rack of lamb with a large sweet potato and green beans plus access to he salad bar. Her Dad ordered a teriyaki marinated sirloin steak which also came with salad and sides. While they were waiting he also ordered a bloomin onion appetizer to share with his daughter into sharing. Kelli was delighted.
Karen was amazed at the ease with which Kelli packed away the large meal, although declining her Dad's offer of dessert. Recalling her own experience years earlier it was obvious that Kelli was making the most of her Mu Theta experience
During supper Kelli sprang an idea on her mom - making breakfast for herself and her Dad so her mom could keep off her knee. Actually Jim had taken to eating out most mornings for much the same reason, so he and Karen thought it was a fine idea.
The next morning Kelli, who had become used to waking early and had the rest of the week free before reporting for her summer job, woke up early. She knew what she wanted to do, but wasn’t sure if the Westphal kitchen had everything.
Fortunately she found most of what she needed – a cantaloupe, bananas, oranges, butter, milk, eggs, confectioner’s sugar, vanilla extract and a loaf of bread. It was whole grain but Kelli expected that would be healthier anyway. The only thing missing off Charles recipe was orange liqueur, but she found some peach brandy and decided it would do as a substitute. .
She first took two oranges and grated the orange part off of them, placing the white part of the skin and pulp into baggies. The orange part of the rind, called orange zest, was her secret ingredient. She blended the zest with a few table spoons of the brandy, eggs, water, milk, vanilla extract and eggs in a mixing bowl.
Satisfied with the result she set the table, including a bottle of syrup. She then sliced the cantaloupe, removed the seeds and divided it into quarters, then started the coffee maker. heated the griddle and started dipping the bread slices into the mixture, letting each become saturated. Then, using he butter on the griddle, she placed the saturated slices carefully and turned them, so that each side was golden brown. As she put each one on a serving plate she dusted it with confectioner’s sugar.
The whole process took less than an hour and her parents were pleasantly surprised. Her mom got two quarter cantaloupe slices because of her diet. Kelli and her dad had three pieces of French toast apiece.
“Outstanding breakfast,” her dad commented, then kidded “I would leave you a tip but I think you may need grocery money instead.”
“I do have some supper ideas and would appreciate it,” Kelli acknowledged.
The next few days saw Kelli produce banana bread, a vegetable frittata quiche, and one of Charles’s specialties – a kind of Mexican Chile omelet served with refried pinto beans and tortillas.
Since she had a couple of free days before starting her summer work she took time to visit two of her high school chums. She’d alerted them by email that she’d gained weight but they were still surprised as hey met at Tony’s Pizzeria.
“Whoa, girl, when you said you’d porked up a bit you weren’t kidding,” remarked Peggy Masters.
“Yeah, like you were majoring in Snacktime 101.” echoed Sharon Childs
“Well, I hope it doesn’t offend you but you know our family. It was bound to happen and I and my boy friend are both cool with it.”
“Kelli, we’re friends at any size – you know that, said Peggy.
“Well, yeah, I guess, but only …” stammered Sharon.
“Only what?” said Peggy.
“Well, it can cause problems to be big. I wish I could just eat whatever I liked but my family would kill me.”
“I’m sorry you have to put up with that, but I understand, really I do,” commiserated Kelli, “but like Peggy says, I’m still the friend I always was.”
“And the one with both as boy friend and a summer job,” Peggy noted. “Let’s enjoy our pizza and talk.”
That was the end of the weight discussion – but as the summer wore on both Peggy and Sharon I’m told picked up a few pounds.
Kelli’s summer job was supposed to be supplying vacation relief in a law firm as she had the previous year for just eight weeks. In reality it lasted until just before Kelli was ready to return to college. It provided her with extra spending money so that she could afford more activities in her sophomore year.
Kelli also gained a bit of weight, but was careful at home, knowing that her mother had to watch what she was eating. The difference was the lunches and free pastries at work, plus weekend activities with Peggy and Sharon.
Karen had managed to lose more weight, a total of 67 pounds since Christmas, bringing her weight down to 256. Getting some of the weight off her knees had enabled Karen to resume some limited exercise, and her and Kelli managed to exercise together some before Kelli returned to school.
“You’ve really worked at this Mom,” Kelli said. “I imagine its been hard.”
“You know it,” her Mom replied. “But you’ve been a great help by keeping me out of he kitchen and off my leg.
“So my double portion salads are as good as the entrees you can’t have?”
“Yes, your dad loved the chicken stroganoff the other night, and you’ve had some things I could have a small portion of- the beef and barley casserole and turkey meat loaf were both splendid. I wasn’t aware that Mu Theta was a culinary sorority these days.”
“Only if you want to help Chef Charles – I don’t quite get how he fits in, but he knows his stuff.”
“That’s good to hear. I could I suppose tell you – a number of we Mu Theta alumni pay for him through an endowment. It helps keep the big girls healthy and away from carry-out to have the kind of food he provides. The alternative is that stuff you’ve no doubt seen in the campus food court?”
“Oh yeah – no flavor, hi carb, and empty calories galore. Charles cooking is definitely better. I don’t even have a food court student discount card.”
“Exactly – he’s just been there eight years, but his predecessors were inuitially hired because its one thing to be larger, another to have to eat over-processed foods. Mu Theta is meant to help larger women, that’s what they did for me and its why your Dad and I are involved.”
“You never discussed this while I was in school?”
“You were young and finding your own way – I had concerns but knew that your weight had to be your decision. I was happy to see you choose to renew your application.“
Kelli caressed her right love handle and thigh. “Yeah, I understand that now. Shelly, Marci, Susan and the others sort of pointed the way with their guys – then I met Roger and since then my view has shifted. Here at home I think Peggy and Sharon are still rethinking things, but no one at work has said a word.”
“That’s good – although you can expect over time that some will judge you, just as they have me. But its your body, not yours, not mine, and don’t you forget it.”
Kelli gave her mom a hug and retired to her room realizing that she was growing up. She stood in front of her mirror and had to admit that she wasn’t really bothered by the image that she saw – but it was radically different than a year before.
She kept on working until the very last possible day, then headed back for campus and the Mu Theta sorority house. This year she knew she might be a room head, but she wanted to get together with Shelly an me – not to mention Roger.
I’m happy to say that Roger didn’t disappoint her. He’d arranged to have a large bouquet of flowers waiting on Kelli’s desk, along with an invitation to dinner. She called and accepted; Shelly had arrived a few days earlier and moved to another room. Kelli wanted to get together with her immediately, but Phil was taking up her time.
|11-18-2008, 06:32 PM||#3|
Join Date: Oct 2005
Shelly, like her by now best sorority buddy Kelli, had gotten a job during the summer, but this was in her Uncle’s bakery. She was helping out on the front counter plus assisting with cake decorating, a skill she’d mastered as a teenager. However, the bakery also furnished goods wholesale to local restaurants and catering firms, which meant there were always a few leftover specialty items for the employees.
Shelly never had really resisted the temptations of her Uncle’s place, and according to the emails she sent me, the summer of her Junior year was no exception. The very first week she raved about some luscious raspberry cream coffeecake she’d taken home and some fruit and cheese filled Slavic kolache pastries they’d made for a wedding reception. Another waxed eloquent about a special order of German Battenberg sponge cakes made for a reception – allegedly they were originally created in honor of the marriage of one of Queen Victoria’s granddaughters.
From such missives, describing such delicacies as date and walnut loaves, Manchester tarts, Scottish cranachan and Australian frog cakes I knew Shelly was in her element, eating well and probably expanding accordingly. I was not to be mistaken – she returned to Mu Theta after a summer of binging struggling to close the snap on her size 22 jeans. Shelly vowed to buy some larger clothes at h mall before Kelli arrived back at school.
Her steady guy Phil was surprised, but not unpleasantly, at her expansion. Shelly seemed to have added a fair amount to her upper torso, including some back fat I hadn’t noticed previously. Initially Phil pretended not to notice it, but Shelly practically rubbed it in his face to force a reaction- causing him to suggest they go to a local buffet and test her appetite. She readily accepted.
Shelly’s new roommate was Tricia Wagner, a corm fed country girl from Iowa. She was simple but friendly, and actually quite smart, but at first we wondered at some of her statements. She just wasn’t familiar with some of the gadgets in the Sorority – being baffled, for instance, in how to reassemble a blender. Shelly, however, took her under her wing and by the time Kelli got back Tricia was adapting quickly.
Shelly was out again with Phil when Kelli finally arrived, this time to the Olive Garden. But the next morning both girls eagerly greeted each other over breakfast. They spent the morning unpacking Kelli stuff while snacking from Shelly’s “stash of goodies” and catching up on their summer activities.
Kelli’s roommate was Darlene Reingold, who was probably one of the biggest freshmen I’d seen in Mu Theta– probably close to 250 pounds, the same as Shelly. A straight A student she was as Mu Theta because her Aunt felt she could best focus on her studies living in a fat friendly environment. Darleen was a bit shy and socially awkward; I was to learn she’d not dated in high school as a matter of choice, avoiding contact with boys because she felt she wasn’t good enough. . It was Kelli’s task to try bringing her out of her self-imposed shell. .
Kelli’s approach to this dilemma tied in with her involvement with helping our in-house chef, Charles. She would ask Darlene to volunteer as well, helping her test various recipes and take notes – the Shelly and I would ask questions about the dishes expecting Darlene to have the answers. It was a little contrived, but by the time of the annual Mu Theta get acquainted party in October Darlene was finding herself considered an “authority.”
Darlene busied herself helping Charles, wearing an apron and not having to interact with the male guests. But midway into the evening one of my fellow juniors, Mark Williams, asked me “isn’t that girl serving one of your sorority sisters.”
“Yes,” I acknowledged.
“Why is she stuck on serving table duty?”
“Because that’s the way she wants it.”
“Can you give her a break? I’d like to get to know her better.”
“Let me see what I can do.”
I spoke with Charles, then again with Mark. We “arranged” for Mark to drive to the market to get some supplies and asked Darlene o accompany him to be sure he got the right stuff. Mark played it cool, but at least broke the ice – telling Darlene that he’d like a date with her if he could.
A week later he followed through, including her in a foursome for dinner and a play. Although the connection between them it never developed into more than a friendship it built her confidence and put her into play. It would be some months before she finally began to emerge from the security of her academic shell.
Tricia was just the opposite. Although a small town girl she wasn’t afraid of asking questions about anything and her feelings were impervious to rebuffs, never getting her feelings hurt. If someone as curt to her she’d say something like “that’s ok – I hope you’re feeing better tomorrow. Maybe I’ll see you then.”
I asked her about this Mary Poppins cheerfulness and with a perfectly sincere smile she said, “They don’t even know me – how can their sourpuss attitude be personal? It’s just a darkness in them and someday they may decide to let
the light in.”
Tricia had another secret that she didn’t flaunt but I learned about. Although she had the requisite softness and rolls to fit in at Mu Theta underneath she also had a fine set of muscles. She could bench press and swim at competitive levels, with a number of ribbons to prove it. Hiking and cycling were no physical challenge to her, which along with her love of good food soon made her a FA favorite. It didn’t hurt that she was a fine dancer and not afraid of doing fashion statements in large size, including a set of black leather boots and a olive green leather jacket ensemble.
It didn’t surprise me at all in November when Tricia led a move to have our House help serve thanksgiving meals at a Salvation Army Canteen with a poster that said “Help Show that Big Girls have Big Hearts.” After we got over the audacious brazenness of it 75% of us participated plus some boyfriends. Shelly and Kelli worked with Charles to make special Mu Theta Thanksgiving tarts for dessert. Although they were now both sheparding Freshman roommates the former roomies remained best friends. .
Before Thanksgiving, Kelli’s weight had climbed close to 200, and Shelly’s weight was definitely above 250. Neither was concerned, though, given the fact that virtually everyone in the sorority house became overweight during their Freshman year and obese by their Junior year.
Before either of them knew it Christmas break had arrived again. Shelly didn’t cherish the idea of going a long distance in her small car. Given her size, getting in and out of it was becoming a struggle. Kelli’s car, a larger family size model, was more comfortable for travelling. It wasn’t long until Kelli invited Shelly to her home for Christmas.
When “K&S” (as they had become known in the house) arrived at Kelli’s house, they were warmly greeted by Karen. Kelli was surprised, and almost shocked, to see how much weight her Mom had lost. She was now nearly 100 pounds lighter than a year earlier, making her just a few pounds heavier than her growing daughter. The two looked so much like tat it was obvious they were mother and daughter.
“So, Mom, are you going to keep losing weight and become a “hot mama?” asked Kelli one day when they were alone.
Karen’s expression turned serious, and she said, “No way! Your dad hates it that I had to lose this weight. He loved my size, and it makes him sad to look at me now. As soon as I have that surgery, it’s back to eating for me.”
For Kelli it was an epiphany. She had not been aware that her dad liked larger women, at least not that much, or that her Mom was so comfortable with her size. .
However, when Jim arrived home from work, she easily discerned that he delightfully enjoyed looking at Kelli and even more at Shelly. It was obvious that he loved larger women and viewed them with as much or more admiration than most men did for runway models.
“K&S” ate like starving children during the holiday. Since Karen’s talk, Kelli knew that she would never get a lecture in her family for “being fat”. In fact, she recalled her own deaf ears to her mom's encouragements to eat more in school. So they enjoyed their food, with Kelli fully involved on cooking both for her family and best friend. A good time was had by all.
Roger kept on dating Kelli, but I noticed he was backing off on the treats while making sure she maintained a decent interest in physical activity. But he still enjoyed taking her out to eat, as she described to me the evening that they discovered South American turkey.
“They take turkey pieces and braise it with marmalade, chipotle pepper and chicken broth, let it cook for awhile, then add pepper and put it on top of cilantro flavored couscous. They serve it with tortillas and salad. It was an interesting change from the usual chicken with moros y cristianos (beans and rice) dishes you see in the Tex-Mex places. “
Kelli was getting to sound like Julia Childs as a cooking commentator – in fact, she even watched shows like Iron Chef on our cable TV. The thing was, she was interested in being able to prepare as well as consume these exotic dishes, and with the help of Charles she at times did.
Roger shared this interest, finding ethnic cuisine restaurants and researching fancy menu terms in advance. If he was trying to help Kelli get larger he had the perfect cover – reviewing restaurants as a critic for the college paper as part of his Journal minor. If his shared interest in food was bothering Kelli at all or making her concerned abut he size she wasn’t showing it
Kelli was starting to get worried about Shelly’s weight though. She saw how difficult it was getting to be for Shelly to get up and down out of lower furniture, and how hard she had to breathe after walking long distances. It didn’t seem to bother “Shel” though, in spite of the fact that she seemed to be headed for 300 pounds.
Just before they returned to campus, Kelli noted to Shelly in a conversation she shared with me later “Aren’t you getting concerned about having to buy new clothes every few months? You’re getting pretty big!”
Shelly smiled and acknowledged with a nod, then said “Yeah, haven’t you ever heard the Queen Mu story?”
Kelli admitted that she never did. Shelly said, “On April 1 of each year, every Senior in the house is weighed, and if she exceeds the weight of the largest woman to ever graduate from the house, then she is automatically named Queen Mu. During my freshman year, before you came, Melanie Stover won the title. She weighed 348. The Queen title was pretty appropriate, because she always had kind of a regal manner. Last year Rachel wasn’t even close and I doubt Susan is going to make it this year. But next year …”
“Wow”, Kelli answered, wondering what it would be like to weigh that much, then with a pregnant pause waited for Shelly to finish with what seemed the obvious conclusion.
“You think I could get there? Y’know, maybe get to 350 or so.”
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” Kelli screamed. “Even as big as you are already that would take six-seven pounds a month!”
Talking excitedly, Shelly continued. “And who says it can’t be done? I did some research while we were at your Mom and Dad’s house. I can do this. We can do this – together. You can help me. Look, I had a full physical at the health center just before Thanksgiving. Everything was great – my blood pressure, my cholesterol. In fact, my blood work was perfect. After I graduate, I can lose it. Look at the all those people on the Discovery Health channel.”
Kelli knew that she was fighting a losing battle. For some reason her former roommate wanted to be the Queen, and she was not going to be deterred. When she told Roger he too was surprised but didn’t seem too upset.
As soon as they got back to campus, Kelli accosted me and shared what Shelly wanted to do, asking “Is this even practical? Deliberately gaining so much so quickly?”
“Not exactly a Mu Theta tradition. Those who’ve become queens usually just got there naturally,” I acknowledged. Frankly I expected Darlene to be the next one by her Senior year. Yet Shelly had already gained over fifty pounds in a year, so seventy was possible. Intentional gaining wasn’t what Mu Theta was about, but some members had done it a little for fun.
I shared with Kelli what I knew about body-builder weight gain formulas and K&S scoured the Internet for deliberate gaining tips. Kelli knew that Shelly had a long struggle ahead of her, expecting that along the way she would hit a “set point” beyond where it would be difficult to gain weight. Frankly she was wondering where her own was.
Until this time, Shelly had been gaining weight primarily by consuming sugars and carbohydrates (cookies, cake, and so on). At Kelli’s suggestion, Shelly began to consume a lot more fat in her diet, along with calories, and making a point of large quantities. Slowly, steadily, her weight began to increase. Eight weeks later, she had gained 16 pounds, bringing her weight to 287 pounds.
Kelli began to prepare extremely rich foods for Shelly. The two began to travel to a nearby Baskin-Robbins a few times a week to get Shelly a large Oreo Chocolate shake to go with a jumbo A&W burger. Together they had nearly 3000 calories plus enough fat for a normal person in five days. But this was on top of our normal Mu Theta buffets.
With Shelly eating so much, it was hard for Kelli to control her own eating. She began to eat a lot as well. By the time the Spring Semester ended, Shelly was tipping the scales at 295 and Kelli was slightly over 220. Even with many of the more senior residents being marginally obese or obese, there was plenty of talk on how big Shelly was getting. By this time, most of them knew of Shelly’s intentions to become Queen Mu.
Even though Kelli saw a lot of her roommate, she was totally amazed by how big Shelly was getting. Her belly was now sagging down apron-like towards her thighs when she stood, and her breasts spilled onto the upper part of her belly when seated as prominent love handles were on either side. Her thighs rubbed together almost down to her knees when she walked; with each step, Shelly wiggled like Jell-O that hadn’t quite become firm. But Kelli could tell that Shelly was focused, and even with her size, seemed to be ok physically.
Both Kelli and Shelly were confident that victory was in sight!
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As Shelly’s size continued to increase, it was getting harder for her to get around. The long walks that K&S used to share by walking in the local mall became shorter. Luckily, Kelli had always kept up some exercise through her insistence on waking whenever possible to her classes, so her own stamina had not yet been affected significantly.
Shelly and Kelli had an opportunity to stay in the sorority house for the summer, but only Shelly elected to do so. Shelly was able to work on campus in a job that involved sitting much of the time, but the rest of the time, she had to get up and down, so her stamina actually increased over the summer. The main thing was being able to keep up with her quest and diet; she did so with a voracious vengeance.
By the time summer had ended, Shelly weighed over 310. Kelli gained as well, staying perhaps within seventy five pounds behind her former roommate. She was at home but her parents had taken an extended cruise in the wake of her mom’s successful operation. This gave Kelli a chance to demonstrate her culinary skills to Peggy and Sharon, both of who had slowly added the College thirty or so as well, with a weekly dinner.
The first week was sweet lamb rib chops cooked with a marjoram and mint jelly glaze, then served with a simple gelatin salad, some honey-glazed pan rolls, brightly colored vegetables (red bell peppers and sugar snap peas) and a simple creamy chocolate pie for dessert.
She followed this up a week later with Hungarian chicken paprikash served with noodles and sour cream. Dessert was vanilla pecan ice cream. Next was grilled tilapia eastern style, featuring béarnaise sabayon sauce and baby bok choy (a Chinese variety of cabbage) and served with garlic mashed potatoes
Cooking such as this continued all summer, and was intended to give her a variety of ideas she could use to help keep Shelly on course. As none of them were low calories she of course gained a bit herself, as did her two friends.
Kelli’s parents returned home just before she was returning to school. As they pulled up Kelli saw them and stepped out onto the porch. Karen bounded out of the car towards her daughter, who noted hat not only was Karen’s knee fixed, but she had gained a lot of weight back. Kelli knew that her dad was bound to be happy over that.
"I wonder what he’ll think of me now," she wondered.
Kelli opened the car door and standing close by, was greeted by a warm hug and a kiss from Karen. As Karen hugged Kelli, her eyes widened as she realized just how much weight Kelli had gained. When Karen stood back, still talking to Kelli, her eyes carefully took in Kelli’s belly and substantial hips. Kelli enjoyed an evening meal with her parents, all the time being eyed by her Dad.
"He obviously enjoys having me built like Mom," Kelli concluded.
In a couple of days, she returned to campus, having had a good time at home. Her Mom had obviously returned to her old habits after surgery and had gained a good part of the weight back that she had lost in order to have her surgery.
"It won’t be long until both of us are above 250," she noted, realizing that she personally was probably close to 240. . .
Kelli wasn’t sure how much more weight that she wanted to gain. Clothes were getting more difficult to find and her weight was beginning to interfere with some activities.
"I’ll wait and see how it works out with Shelly," she decided. Shelly had only until the next April 1 to reach her goal. She had to gain at least another 45 pounds to be considered Queen, and only had eight months to do it.
"It’ll be tight, but I think we can do it," Kelli told me.
It wasn’t long until both of them were back into their routine. Luckily Shelly did not hit a set point as Kelli had feared and continued to gain, reaching 325 pounds by Thanksgiving, plus a few more when both of them left to go home at Christmas.
When they returned from Christmas break, Kelli became concerned for Shelly’s well-being. Every time that Shelly had to exert herself, she began to pant and breathe excessively. Kelli had Shelly weigh herself, and the scale showed 340. There was only twenty more pounds to go until she would break the record.
Kelli by this time was 260 herself. She encouraged Shelly to ease off on the excessive food, and they began to take leisurely walks to gently exercise Shelly’s now gigantic legs and thighs. Shelly’s breathing began to get better over the next few weeks, and Kelli, carefully monitoring her roommate’s food intake, began to let her have enough to begin gaining again.
By April 1, it was official. Shelly was the new “Queen”. On the official “weigh in”, she weighed 356. Now, Kelli’s only concern was whether Shelly would have enough “air” to climb the stairs at the stadium when she graduated in just over a month. They worked daily on her mobility and Kelli was optimistic the Shelly could do it.
Two weeks later, in mid-April, Shelly had gone out to the store to pick up a few things. Kelli had stayed behind in the room because she had a paper to finish. Kelli’s phone rang; and it was the downstairs monitor for the house.
She told Kelli, “You need to come down here.”
Her voice was shaking. Kelli said, “What’s wrong?”
“Just come down”, she was told.
Kelli came down to the sight of a priest and police officer. Shelly’s car had been hit broadside by a speeder trying to elude the police. The car had overturned, crushing Shelly and killing her instantly.
Kelli sat down and began to weep. Several of our sorority sisters, including me, surrounded her, attempting to comfort her at the news of her roommate and best friend’s death. But there was little consolation – her best friend and roommate was gone. Although she cried some more at the funeral I could tell she was numb for the most part. It was just too hard to comprehend.
After the funeral, Kelli returned to campus, and a couple of days later, Shelly’s parents came to collect her belongings. Shelly’s mom, who was overweight but by no means as big as her daughter, comforted Kelli and told her all of the wonderful things that Shelly had said about her. As far as her clothes, they told Kelli to keep them if she could use them. So Kelli now had access to a full wardrobe for someone who had outweighed her by nearly a hundred pounds.
It was about a week later that the thought occurred to her, “Why don’t I go for Queen?”
Immediately, she tried to dismiss it as just some weird thought. Later, though, she realized that she wanted to do something to honor her best friend.
“It’s the wrong time of year to be thinking about this, though,” she told herself, since it was just a week until she was to go home for the summer. So Kelli quietly finished finals, knowing that fall and her senior year were just around the corner. But inside her determination to honor Shelly grew and she shared the idea with me. I noted to her that it was going to mean gaining just over ninety pounds in ten months.
“Yeah, I know,” she replied. ”But I’ve concluded that while it would be tough its not impossible.”
After that she headed for home and I, diploma in hand, packed my bags for the last time at Mu Theta.
Karen was of course delighted to have her daughter home, but Kelli didn’t want her Mom talking her out of the memorial project so she decided to keep quiet about it. Karen’s own weight had climbed even further, and she was now back over 300. The knee surgery had been successful, though, and unlike the last time that she weighed over 300, she was pain-free.
Karen and Kelli, being almost the same size now, were able to share mother/daughter activities in a way unlike any other time in their lives. They spent a large amount of time cooking, shopping, and staying busy. Karen also showed Kelli some exercises that she used to stay limber and strong in spite of her size. Jim enjoyed having not one large woman in the house, but two.
Kelli tried to eat moderately around her parents, using the tricks she’d learned with Kelly while at work and wearing her former roommate’s larger sizes to conceal what was happening. It worked – and she also picked up a few garments from her Mom. She went back to college cresting at 305.
I dropped by the house just to see how things were going. I found that luckily another upperclassman, whose roommate had graduated and herself had known Shelly, was now Kelli’s roommate. Tara Rose was just a year younger than Kelli and a hundred pounds lighter, but she had witnessed the friendship between K&S and Shelly’s successful quest to be Queen. When Kelli told Tara of her plan, Tara was enthusiastic and agreed to help in every way that she could.
Next it was Roger and Charles. Roger hesitated at first, but sign on once Kelli assured him she’d try to get back down under 280 when it was all done. She wanted him to be with her each day doing some form of physical activity. Charles was to be her dietary expert. Charles turned out to be more easily persuaded – perhaps because Shelly had been his special friend as well.
Kelli began by implementing the routine that she had established for Shelly – lots of calories and fat, along with constant snacking. Using her starting weight of 305, she calculated that she had to gain an average of seven pounds a month through March to meet her goal of becoming Queen.
With Tara’s help, Kelli was soon on track. By Christmas break she was at 329. She began to understand just how hard it was for Shelly to get around.
"My belly keeps getting in the way of things," she told Darlene. Instead of moving straight, she found herself lumbering from side to side as well as moving forward, the result of her massive thighs having to rub against each other to move forward. Roger made sure she stayed to her conditioning routine, doing simple exercises at least thirty minutes every day.
Karen was initially alarmed about her daughter at Christmas. There was now to pretense of concealment. She was eating four pancakes instead of three, using five eggs in her omelets, having double sized desserts at supper.
“Kelli, what’s going on? You’re eating like a pig – and that’s no joke!” Karen chided.
Kelli realized she had to come clean and tell the whole story.
“Mom, do you remember the Queen competition that Shelly won? The one where she ended up weighing over 350 pounds?” Kelli asked.
Shelly of course knew of the competition as a tradition from when she was a member of the house – but the winner then had ended up at 305.
“Are you trying to gain weight just so you can win the competition like Shelly?” Karen shockingly asked.
“Mom, I want to win it, too – for Shelly”, Kelli admitted.
“But 360 pounds….” Karen continued.
“I know, Mom – but it’s something I have to do.”
Karen was initially reluctant, but realized that her daughter was set in her mind; for her this was right – it was her form of grieving, however disturbed the actions might seem to be.
“OK. But be careful – any symptoms of anything going on and you get yourself to a doctor. Do you understand?” demanded Karen. Kelli hadn’t heard Karen be that adamant in quite some time. But in her heart she knew her Mom was right.
“Yes, Mom, I will. And as soon as the contest is over, I’ll start to lose some of this…” pointing to her distended belly that draped onto her thighs.
Kelli returned to school, where she, Tara, Charles and Roger continued to work on her weight. With all the support Kelli kept on target beat her deceased roommate. Kelli, who had always had a strong muscular system and been physically active, was able to handle the weight better than Shelly, She continued her classes routinely, although she had to have special accommodations for her size in some of them.
By February, Kelli had passed the 340 pound mark. She had a close call, though, falling down some stairs outside one of the classroom buildings, but luckily emerged unhurt except for a few bruises.
"Going down stairs is tough when you can’t see ahead of you very well," she joked with others.
Beginning March 1, Tara let me know that she’d begun to act as a “feeder” for Kelli. Kelli was to stay seated or in bed as much as possible, except for going to classes and the bathroom, they decided. Tara began to bring all of Kelli’s food to her, with a special emphasis on high-calorie, high-fat foods like pizza, lasagna, weight gain shakes, and so on. Kelli began to stuff herself like at no other time in her life.
In three weeks, Tara had Kelli get onto the special Mu Theta scales – she weighed 356 pounds. She had one week to go, with still three more pounds to gain. But Kelli wanted to make sure that she wasn’t having one of her “light” days, and wanted to make sure that she was a full 360 by the deadline of April 1.
Tara and Kelli intensified their efforts, and on April 1, Kelli waddled her way downstairs to the official scale for the weigh in. She weighed – 361. I received the news by email and promised to be there for the crowning ceremony on Saturday night just two days later. Kelli wore Shelly’s gown that she had purchased for the event with Roger and the rest of us looking on in admiration. . She sent Shelly’s mom a picture, letting her know what she had done in her daughter’s memory.
Kelli had made it by the barest of margins, but she had. Because she had been so limited in her activity for almost a month, it was hard for her to get around. Because Shelly had spent so little time weighing over 350, she only had a limited amount of clothes. Luckily, though, Shelly had purchased her graduation dress, and Kelli planned on wearing that, too, if she could.
After the coronation Kelli managed to stabilize her weight, her diet returning to some semblance of “normal”, at least for someone weighing over 350. Vowing to first make it through graduation, she practiced walking up stairs in the sorority house. She was determined not to trip going up the stairs at the stadium, lest she get cat-called about her size. While she was not sensitive, she nonetheless didn’t want to take any chances.
Finally, graduation came, and all of Kelli’s family plus Shelly’s mom came to celebrate with her. Waddling her way slowly to the platform, thinking of Shelly, she mounted all five of the stairs securely, her hips swaying to and fro as her legs mildly struggled to life her large body. But she made it, even though she was breathing rather heavily.
"At least I don’t to have a use a cane," she declared to herself.
“This is for you, Shelly”, she thought as she received her diploma.
The mission of honoring her roommate was complete. Tricia, Darlene and Tara Susan and myself were there among the Mu Theta representatives looking on. Roger, Mark, Chuck and of course Charles were as well; Shelly’s boy friend Phil was the only one of the old group missing, but I understood why. Everyone seemed happy, each perhaps for their own reason. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking, but of course it wasn’t appropriate in ask.
Kelli went back to the law firm for what she expected to be one last summer and began losing weight in anticipation of marrying Roger when he got out of graduate school the next June – she wanted to get below 300. She was able to do that and wound up working for the law until a week before her wedding day.
She got married to Roger, living within easy driving distance of her parents, landing a job working for a Fortune 500 company. She managed to lose another fifty pounds, but with her husband’s preference for large women, she elected to stay large like her mom and today after two kids still weighs around 260.
The underclassmen, Tricia, Darlene and Tara of course had their college careers to finish. I haven’t followed them closely, except that Mark remained committed to Darlene and her personality blossomed and Tricia became a successful manager before getting married in her late twenties – perhaps at a Mu Theta reunion I’ll find out what happened.
According to Kelli, Peggy and Sharon turned into plumpers after a fashion in their own right, but nowhere near her proportions. I have no idea as to their marital status. That again is another story.