Chapter One
The summer after Bree's sophomore year in college she was looking forward to going home for a few months and relaxing. She was a short, curvy girl with long blonde hair, and while still lean the past semester had given her an extra 20lbs, which she had decided to spend the summer working off.
But a problem happened! Her mother had to go away to Borneo or something on business, and she was renting out their family mansion in the meantime.
"Why didn't you warn me about this ahead of time?" Bree asked.
Her mother dismissed her concerns. "You can spend the summer at your friend Jordan's house. I arranged the whole thing Her mother Mrs. Reese and I work together at the bank, you see."
Bree shrugged. She wasn't exactly friends with Jordan, a sporty and athletic girl with dark hair and light freckles, but they hung out a couple times before.
And so the summer began. The Reeses lived in a large house on the beach, and the first afternoon Bree and Jordan put on skimpy thong bikinis and went out to lie on the beach. They were joined briefly by Mrs. Reese, her voluptuous form straining her own bathing suit. She just wanted to drop off a cake they she had baked for them to enjoy, and she placed it next to Bree.
Remembering her goal of weight loss, Bree only ate a couple slices by the time Mrs. Reese came out again to replace it with cookies, and then again to replace those with a pie once Bree had eaten a couple.
Bree frowned in confusion. "Your mom sure bakes a lot," she said to Jordan. "What's going on?"
Jordan rolled her eyes. "Don't you know? My mom has hated your mom ever since she embezzeled all that money from the bank they work at together. The only reason she let you stay here is because she has this bizarre plan to make you fat over the summer as revenge against your mom."
At first Bree was shocked, but then it all made sense. The cake, the cookies, the pies... plus her mom DID embezzled a lot, so that fit. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed and decided to take their revenge.
"Thanks for the head's up!" she told Jordan. "Now that I know her plan I can be careful to avoid it."
Chapter Two
So for a few days things passed like that. The girls would spend the days showing off their gorgeous bodies on the beach, and Mrs. Reese would try to feed Bree to some but mostly little success.
One night, though, Bree found herself hungry at like 2:00 a.m. All this not eating was difficult! Then she had an idea. She was looking at this the wrong way. She could take advantage of the situation. As long as Mrs. Reese wanted Bree to eat, all Bree had to do was make sure she wasn't overdoing it too much.
She crept downstairs and woke Mrs. Reese. "Hi Mrs. Reese, I'm sorry to wake you," she said sheepishly. "I was hoping you could go to McDonald's for me."
"Sure thing, Bree!" she replied with an evil gleam in her eye. She though her plan was working.
She returned later with three whole greasy bags spreading everything out on the kitchen table. Bree sat down, still in her silky pajama shorts and top, and started eating. She ate the double quarter pounder and large fry, but then she began to feel full after washing it down with a shake. "Thanks!" she gulped again. "I think that's all I can take, though."
Mrs. Reese frowned. "I did just go out in the middle of the night for you," she reminded Bree. "I don't want the food to go to waste."
So Bree spent the next hour cramming burger after greasy burger into her protesting stomach. It had gotten used to being full over the last semester, but never before had she eating three bags of fast food in one sitting.
By the time she finished her pajamas were soaked with sweat and grease, and Bree was so distended she needed Mrs. Reese to help her get back to the bedroom she and Jordan shared.
The next day she decided that while eating like that was a lot of fun, she probably shouldn't do it again. But as she and Jordan were sitting on the beach later that morning, she had a craving for the kind of cake Mrs. Reese had baked the first day. She called into the house with the request, and soon enough (after enough time to bake a cake) her friend's mom came out with a giant one and put it between the girls.
Jordan watched skeptically as Bree shoveled one slice into her mouth, than another, than another. "I thought you were going to try and avoid my mom's plan?" she asked.
Bree nodded. "I still am," she replied, unconsciously rubbing her bloated belly with her free hand and cramming the last of the cake into her mouth. "This is just an indulgence."
Chapter Three
One morning once July rolled around, Jordan slept very late and woke up ready to tan. Bree was already up, but where? When she looked out the window to their regular tanning spot, Bree wasn't there.
Then she went downstairs and found Bree. Still in her pajamas, though in the last month Bree had grown so much bigger that they barely fit. The bottoms rode up her big round butt, and her belly bulged over the waistband a few inches and could not be contained by the top.
"Would you like more pancakes?" Mrs. Reese asked.
"I guess, but what I'd really like is waffles. Can you make me some?"
"Okay, I'll do that while you finish the pancakes. Anything else?"
"Mmmm, maybe ice cream on them?"
While Mrs. Reese moved away to go make all that, Jordan joined her friend at the table. "Bree, what are you doing? You're letting mom stuff you like a pig again! You're getting huge! You look like you've gained 30lbs"
Bree glanced down at her swollen belly and frowned. "Actually it's closer to 35lbs," she admitted. That morning she'd weighed in at 180, by far her fattest ever. "That's over a pound a day!"
"Sounds like your plan is backfiring."
"Yeah, I was using your mom's revenge plan as a way of getting to ingulge myself, but maybe I'm taking it too far."
Just then Mrs. Reese arrived back with the waffles and ice cream. It looked like she'd used a whole carton of waffles and about a gallon of ice cream. "Eat up!" she said, putting it in front of her.
Bree just groaned. Twenty minutes later she groaned even louder as her belly protested the huge quantities of fattening food she'd just shoved into it. "Oh my god, Mrs. Reese," she muttered. "You have stuffed me so full of food... I'm getting so round and fat."
But she was ready to eat again that night when the family and her went out for dinner. At this point her belly was used to being full to bursting, and it began to feel strange when it wasn't that full.
They went to a buffet called The Pink Piggy's, supposedly owned by a pink pig. The buffet was sort of wasted on Jordan, who got only one plate. Her mother, on the other hand, got quite stuffed on five full plates of burgers, fries, pizza, and egg rolls, and then turned her attention to Bree.
Bree had matched Mrs. Reese plate for plate and was now working on a sixths plate, this one with desserts. "I hope you're not done," said Mrs. Reese. "This buffet is very expensive, and we should get my money's worth."
"I don't mind at all," she replied. "I love the food here! It's all so good!"
So Bree went up again and again and again. Every time she thought she had reached her limit Mrs. Reese sent her back again. By the end of the night she was beet red and drenched in sweat, her engorged belly forcing her tshirt up. "No more..." she moaned, cradling her belly in her hands.
"Just one more slice of pie."
So she squeezed that in too. It took all of Mrs. Reese and Jordan's strength to help her to the exit as she began to sob at the pain.
"I ate way too much!" she sobbed loudly. "Oh, Mrs. Reese, you fed me too much this time! Way, way too much!"
Mrs. Reese apologized to the embarrassed other patrons of the restaurant.
But that night, Bree admitted to Jordan that the pain had been worth it. "Everything is just so good at the Pink Pig! I can deal with a little pain if it means I get to taste all that!"
But will the weight be worth it? Jordan wondered, though aloud she just admitted that yeah the food there was really good.
Chapter Four
About a month later, at the beginning of August, Bree finally stepped in front of a mirror to assess her new body. She couldn't deny it... she was fat. She couldn't belive how fat she'd gotten.
Since the first night at the Pink Piggy's the family had fallen in love with the place and gone back there every night since. Mrs. Reese continued to stuff first herself, although it went from taking five plates to six and then seven and then ten. Even Jordan had begun taking more than one and was starting to grow a round belly.
Bree,though, had turned into an absolute pig. From the moment she arrived the moment they left she ate like that first night every night, pushing herself a little further every time.
In addition, she'd lost her ability to refuse the baked goods Mrs. Reese provided during the day, and soon she found herself already stuffed with cakes, pies, and donuts while they were on their way to the Pig.
As a result, she'd gained even more than in June. Her breasts were now a 36DD, and her ass had grown so huge it swallowed her thong. Most of her new 65lbs were in her belly, though; a giant ball, it stuck out about a foot in front of her... more when stuffed.
"Looks like mom's winning," Jordan observed, later on when they were on the beach.
Bree sighed. "Yeah, I can't help myself. I love overeating too much now. She's turned me into a real glutton."
Jordan nodded.
"I'm kinda annoyed. Not at getting fat. I don't mind being 243lbs, and the food has been amazing. I want to keep eating, I'm just annoyed that your mom's evil plan went off without a hitch."
But Jordan had an idea. "Why not make her plan backfire? If she's going to make you fat, why not make her REALLY pay for it?"
"How?"
"Like this!" There was a sausage cart, Olivia's Sausages, that went up and down the beach, driven by Olivia herself. She just so happened to be carting by right now. Jordan flagged her over. "My mom will pay you $50,000 to park your cart right next to my friend here and keep her fed all day.
Olivia wouldn't take her at her word, so the three of us went inside to discuss it with Mrs. Reese, who agreed with one condition. "You only get the money if this one keeps eating," she said, pointing to me. "Constantly."
Chapter Five
Olivia, a curvy olive-skinned girl with very little English, agreed to the terms.
Olivia was relentless. As soon as Bree had finished one sausage, another was in her hand. By 11:30 she was stuffed tight, but Olivia wouldn't let her stop because of Mrs. Reese's condition.
Jordan just watched, a little jealous of the obvious pleasure her friend was getting out of the meal. Bree loved everything that Olivia stuffed into her.
Around noon, Bree's body had grown so bloated and swollen that her bathing suit finally gave up and snapped. Embarressed, she ran inside, only to be joined by Olivia. "You need to keep eating so I can get paid!" she insisted.
"I can't go back out to the beach!" Bree insisted. "None of my bikinis fit, and I'm completely naked!"
But Jordan had another idea. She had lived under her mother's iron grip for too long and was eager to help her friend get her own revenge. Soon Olivia's sausage cart was set up right outside the house; Jordan operated in it, and every few minutes she ran a full plate up to her room and handed them to Olivia. Olivia, of course, would feed them to Bree, who lay naked in her bed, still wearing her tattered bikini.
"Well done!" Jordan congradulated her later, after Olivia left with her money. "I don't know how you did it!"
"It was easy," Bree moaned. "Her sausages were so good!"
"$50,000! You sure got your revenge!"
But the next night she had bigger plans. "You want me to close down the restaurant for a whole night?" asked the manager of the Pink Piggy.
"No," replied Mrs. Reese. "I want you to stock the full buffet, but only for a private party. My daughter's friend is going to eat the whole thing."
The manager looked at Bree skeptically, but then glanced down at her huge gut. "This will be very expensive," he said.
But a few hours later, there they were. It was all for Bree. Mrs. Reese came along, to make sure she ate it all, and Jordan was there for moral support and to see her manipulative mother lose again.
Three hours later one whole table was cleared, and Bree was already in pain. It contrasted with the pleasure she was feeling at all the pizzas she'd just enjoyed. Just two more trays to go, she told herself. The cute sundress she wore, loose at first, was now tight.
Another two hours was all it took her to finish the second table, she kinda got her second wind. Though now she was so large the sundress couldn't make it over her belly, and her belly hurt so much she was crying. "Can you help me?" she asked Jordan through her sobs. "I'm so stuffed I can't possibly stuff anything more in my belly. I need you to stuff me! I need you to feed me so that I can keep eating! I need to keep eating!"
As Jordan kept feeding her she just kept crying, "I need to eat more," but somehow still smiling with pleasure.
Chapter Six
That wasn't the last time she ate the whole buffet.
"Are you sure you want to do this again?" Jordan would always ask. "I mean, you're getting even fatter than I thought possible."
It was true; by the third week in August she was already over 300, but that didn't worry her. "No, I'll finish August out getting our revenge on your mother, and then when school starts up again I'll lose the weight."
And so the final weeks passed, with Bree stuffed to the max on either Olivia's delicious foods or an entire buffet. (Jordan and Olivia had become very close, and eventually lovers) Every time she ended up red-faced and gasping for air she realized that she would have to slow down soon or she'd end up impossibly fat. But she kept going because she knew that once the summer ended the lifestyle would change.
But one day she got a letter from the school, explaining that it was going from a traditional university to a correspondence college in order to save money. Bree would not be returning to the dorms, but rather taking classes by mail.
"I'll have to move back home," she realized. It just meant that her mom would have even more opportunity to see what a huge pig that Mrs. Reese had turned her into.
She spent the last week a little sad that her summer of unremitting gluttony was coming to an end. She wanted to get as much eating in as possible. Everyday Jordan's fiancé Olivia would bring the sausage cart by and stuff her until it was time to head out to the Pink Piggy.
By the day her mother was supposed to return from... where'd I say? Borneo? By the day her mother was supposed to return from Borneo, Bree was 335lbs of fat.
But what she got instead was another surprise. "Your mother's trip to Borneo was extended," Mrs. Reese explained. "As her boss, I needed to insist she remain until Christmas. You can keep staying here until then."
Christmas! Bree smiled, happy that she could remain with her best friend and favorite foods. But then she gulped. "I wonder how fat I'll get by Christmas?"
The summer after Bree's sophomore year in college she was looking forward to going home for a few months and relaxing. She was a short, curvy girl with long blonde hair, and while still lean the past semester had given her an extra 20lbs, which she had decided to spend the summer working off.
But a problem happened! Her mother had to go away to Borneo or something on business, and she was renting out their family mansion in the meantime.
"Why didn't you warn me about this ahead of time?" Bree asked.
Her mother dismissed her concerns. "You can spend the summer at your friend Jordan's house. I arranged the whole thing Her mother Mrs. Reese and I work together at the bank, you see."
Bree shrugged. She wasn't exactly friends with Jordan, a sporty and athletic girl with dark hair and light freckles, but they hung out a couple times before.
And so the summer began. The Reeses lived in a large house on the beach, and the first afternoon Bree and Jordan put on skimpy thong bikinis and went out to lie on the beach. They were joined briefly by Mrs. Reese, her voluptuous form straining her own bathing suit. She just wanted to drop off a cake they she had baked for them to enjoy, and she placed it next to Bree.
Remembering her goal of weight loss, Bree only ate a couple slices by the time Mrs. Reese came out again to replace it with cookies, and then again to replace those with a pie once Bree had eaten a couple.
Bree frowned in confusion. "Your mom sure bakes a lot," she said to Jordan. "What's going on?"
Jordan rolled her eyes. "Don't you know? My mom has hated your mom ever since she embezzeled all that money from the bank they work at together. The only reason she let you stay here is because she has this bizarre plan to make you fat over the summer as revenge against your mom."
At first Bree was shocked, but then it all made sense. The cake, the cookies, the pies... plus her mom DID embezzled a lot, so that fit. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed and decided to take their revenge.
"Thanks for the head's up!" she told Jordan. "Now that I know her plan I can be careful to avoid it."
Chapter Two
So for a few days things passed like that. The girls would spend the days showing off their gorgeous bodies on the beach, and Mrs. Reese would try to feed Bree to some but mostly little success.
One night, though, Bree found herself hungry at like 2:00 a.m. All this not eating was difficult! Then she had an idea. She was looking at this the wrong way. She could take advantage of the situation. As long as Mrs. Reese wanted Bree to eat, all Bree had to do was make sure she wasn't overdoing it too much.
She crept downstairs and woke Mrs. Reese. "Hi Mrs. Reese, I'm sorry to wake you," she said sheepishly. "I was hoping you could go to McDonald's for me."
"Sure thing, Bree!" she replied with an evil gleam in her eye. She though her plan was working.
She returned later with three whole greasy bags spreading everything out on the kitchen table. Bree sat down, still in her silky pajama shorts and top, and started eating. She ate the double quarter pounder and large fry, but then she began to feel full after washing it down with a shake. "Thanks!" she gulped again. "I think that's all I can take, though."
Mrs. Reese frowned. "I did just go out in the middle of the night for you," she reminded Bree. "I don't want the food to go to waste."
So Bree spent the next hour cramming burger after greasy burger into her protesting stomach. It had gotten used to being full over the last semester, but never before had she eating three bags of fast food in one sitting.
By the time she finished her pajamas were soaked with sweat and grease, and Bree was so distended she needed Mrs. Reese to help her get back to the bedroom she and Jordan shared.
The next day she decided that while eating like that was a lot of fun, she probably shouldn't do it again. But as she and Jordan were sitting on the beach later that morning, she had a craving for the kind of cake Mrs. Reese had baked the first day. She called into the house with the request, and soon enough (after enough time to bake a cake) her friend's mom came out with a giant one and put it between the girls.
Jordan watched skeptically as Bree shoveled one slice into her mouth, than another, than another. "I thought you were going to try and avoid my mom's plan?" she asked.
Bree nodded. "I still am," she replied, unconsciously rubbing her bloated belly with her free hand and cramming the last of the cake into her mouth. "This is just an indulgence."
Chapter Three
One morning once July rolled around, Jordan slept very late and woke up ready to tan. Bree was already up, but where? When she looked out the window to their regular tanning spot, Bree wasn't there.
Then she went downstairs and found Bree. Still in her pajamas, though in the last month Bree had grown so much bigger that they barely fit. The bottoms rode up her big round butt, and her belly bulged over the waistband a few inches and could not be contained by the top.
"Would you like more pancakes?" Mrs. Reese asked.
"I guess, but what I'd really like is waffles. Can you make me some?"
"Okay, I'll do that while you finish the pancakes. Anything else?"
"Mmmm, maybe ice cream on them?"
While Mrs. Reese moved away to go make all that, Jordan joined her friend at the table. "Bree, what are you doing? You're letting mom stuff you like a pig again! You're getting huge! You look like you've gained 30lbs"
Bree glanced down at her swollen belly and frowned. "Actually it's closer to 35lbs," she admitted. That morning she'd weighed in at 180, by far her fattest ever. "That's over a pound a day!"
"Sounds like your plan is backfiring."
"Yeah, I was using your mom's revenge plan as a way of getting to ingulge myself, but maybe I'm taking it too far."
Just then Mrs. Reese arrived back with the waffles and ice cream. It looked like she'd used a whole carton of waffles and about a gallon of ice cream. "Eat up!" she said, putting it in front of her.
Bree just groaned. Twenty minutes later she groaned even louder as her belly protested the huge quantities of fattening food she'd just shoved into it. "Oh my god, Mrs. Reese," she muttered. "You have stuffed me so full of food... I'm getting so round and fat."
But she was ready to eat again that night when the family and her went out for dinner. At this point her belly was used to being full to bursting, and it began to feel strange when it wasn't that full.
They went to a buffet called The Pink Piggy's, supposedly owned by a pink pig. The buffet was sort of wasted on Jordan, who got only one plate. Her mother, on the other hand, got quite stuffed on five full plates of burgers, fries, pizza, and egg rolls, and then turned her attention to Bree.
Bree had matched Mrs. Reese plate for plate and was now working on a sixths plate, this one with desserts. "I hope you're not done," said Mrs. Reese. "This buffet is very expensive, and we should get my money's worth."
"I don't mind at all," she replied. "I love the food here! It's all so good!"
So Bree went up again and again and again. Every time she thought she had reached her limit Mrs. Reese sent her back again. By the end of the night she was beet red and drenched in sweat, her engorged belly forcing her tshirt up. "No more..." she moaned, cradling her belly in her hands.
"Just one more slice of pie."
So she squeezed that in too. It took all of Mrs. Reese and Jordan's strength to help her to the exit as she began to sob at the pain.
"I ate way too much!" she sobbed loudly. "Oh, Mrs. Reese, you fed me too much this time! Way, way too much!"
Mrs. Reese apologized to the embarrassed other patrons of the restaurant.
But that night, Bree admitted to Jordan that the pain had been worth it. "Everything is just so good at the Pink Pig! I can deal with a little pain if it means I get to taste all that!"
But will the weight be worth it? Jordan wondered, though aloud she just admitted that yeah the food there was really good.
Chapter Four
About a month later, at the beginning of August, Bree finally stepped in front of a mirror to assess her new body. She couldn't deny it... she was fat. She couldn't belive how fat she'd gotten.
Since the first night at the Pink Piggy's the family had fallen in love with the place and gone back there every night since. Mrs. Reese continued to stuff first herself, although it went from taking five plates to six and then seven and then ten. Even Jordan had begun taking more than one and was starting to grow a round belly.
Bree,though, had turned into an absolute pig. From the moment she arrived the moment they left she ate like that first night every night, pushing herself a little further every time.
In addition, she'd lost her ability to refuse the baked goods Mrs. Reese provided during the day, and soon she found herself already stuffed with cakes, pies, and donuts while they were on their way to the Pig.
As a result, she'd gained even more than in June. Her breasts were now a 36DD, and her ass had grown so huge it swallowed her thong. Most of her new 65lbs were in her belly, though; a giant ball, it stuck out about a foot in front of her... more when stuffed.
"Looks like mom's winning," Jordan observed, later on when they were on the beach.
Bree sighed. "Yeah, I can't help myself. I love overeating too much now. She's turned me into a real glutton."
Jordan nodded.
"I'm kinda annoyed. Not at getting fat. I don't mind being 243lbs, and the food has been amazing. I want to keep eating, I'm just annoyed that your mom's evil plan went off without a hitch."
But Jordan had an idea. "Why not make her plan backfire? If she's going to make you fat, why not make her REALLY pay for it?"
"How?"
"Like this!" There was a sausage cart, Olivia's Sausages, that went up and down the beach, driven by Olivia herself. She just so happened to be carting by right now. Jordan flagged her over. "My mom will pay you $50,000 to park your cart right next to my friend here and keep her fed all day.
Olivia wouldn't take her at her word, so the three of us went inside to discuss it with Mrs. Reese, who agreed with one condition. "You only get the money if this one keeps eating," she said, pointing to me. "Constantly."
Chapter Five
Olivia, a curvy olive-skinned girl with very little English, agreed to the terms.
Olivia was relentless. As soon as Bree had finished one sausage, another was in her hand. By 11:30 she was stuffed tight, but Olivia wouldn't let her stop because of Mrs. Reese's condition.
Jordan just watched, a little jealous of the obvious pleasure her friend was getting out of the meal. Bree loved everything that Olivia stuffed into her.
Around noon, Bree's body had grown so bloated and swollen that her bathing suit finally gave up and snapped. Embarressed, she ran inside, only to be joined by Olivia. "You need to keep eating so I can get paid!" she insisted.
"I can't go back out to the beach!" Bree insisted. "None of my bikinis fit, and I'm completely naked!"
But Jordan had another idea. She had lived under her mother's iron grip for too long and was eager to help her friend get her own revenge. Soon Olivia's sausage cart was set up right outside the house; Jordan operated in it, and every few minutes she ran a full plate up to her room and handed them to Olivia. Olivia, of course, would feed them to Bree, who lay naked in her bed, still wearing her tattered bikini.
"Well done!" Jordan congradulated her later, after Olivia left with her money. "I don't know how you did it!"
"It was easy," Bree moaned. "Her sausages were so good!"
"$50,000! You sure got your revenge!"
But the next night she had bigger plans. "You want me to close down the restaurant for a whole night?" asked the manager of the Pink Piggy.
"No," replied Mrs. Reese. "I want you to stock the full buffet, but only for a private party. My daughter's friend is going to eat the whole thing."
The manager looked at Bree skeptically, but then glanced down at her huge gut. "This will be very expensive," he said.
But a few hours later, there they were. It was all for Bree. Mrs. Reese came along, to make sure she ate it all, and Jordan was there for moral support and to see her manipulative mother lose again.
Three hours later one whole table was cleared, and Bree was already in pain. It contrasted with the pleasure she was feeling at all the pizzas she'd just enjoyed. Just two more trays to go, she told herself. The cute sundress she wore, loose at first, was now tight.
Another two hours was all it took her to finish the second table, she kinda got her second wind. Though now she was so large the sundress couldn't make it over her belly, and her belly hurt so much she was crying. "Can you help me?" she asked Jordan through her sobs. "I'm so stuffed I can't possibly stuff anything more in my belly. I need you to stuff me! I need you to feed me so that I can keep eating! I need to keep eating!"
As Jordan kept feeding her she just kept crying, "I need to eat more," but somehow still smiling with pleasure.
Chapter Six
That wasn't the last time she ate the whole buffet.
"Are you sure you want to do this again?" Jordan would always ask. "I mean, you're getting even fatter than I thought possible."
It was true; by the third week in August she was already over 300, but that didn't worry her. "No, I'll finish August out getting our revenge on your mother, and then when school starts up again I'll lose the weight."
And so the final weeks passed, with Bree stuffed to the max on either Olivia's delicious foods or an entire buffet. (Jordan and Olivia had become very close, and eventually lovers) Every time she ended up red-faced and gasping for air she realized that she would have to slow down soon or she'd end up impossibly fat. But she kept going because she knew that once the summer ended the lifestyle would change.
But one day she got a letter from the school, explaining that it was going from a traditional university to a correspondence college in order to save money. Bree would not be returning to the dorms, but rather taking classes by mail.
"I'll have to move back home," she realized. It just meant that her mom would have even more opportunity to see what a huge pig that Mrs. Reese had turned her into.
She spent the last week a little sad that her summer of unremitting gluttony was coming to an end. She wanted to get as much eating in as possible. Everyday Jordan's fiancé Olivia would bring the sausage cart by and stuff her until it was time to head out to the Pink Piggy.
By the day her mother was supposed to return from... where'd I say? Borneo? By the day her mother was supposed to return from Borneo, Bree was 335lbs of fat.
But what she got instead was another surprise. "Your mother's trip to Borneo was extended," Mrs. Reese explained. "As her boss, I needed to insist she remain until Christmas. You can keep staying here until then."
Christmas! Bree smiled, happy that she could remain with her best friend and favorite foods. But then she gulped. "I wonder how fat I'll get by Christmas?"
