Rachel figetted in her seat, anxiously glaring at the front door. She expected her sister to come barging in at any moment.
Gripped in her portly hands was a dinner roll, large bites taken out of it that evidenced her disomfort. She brushed the rust colored hair out of her eyes, finding something to hopefully occupy her time even for the slightest second.
"Rach, are you ok?" Ross leaned in across the dinner table, he could tell that his wife of six years was incredibly nervous, and he understood why; this WAS the first time that either of his sister-in-laws had announced that they were going to stop by to see them for Thanksgiving. Or at all.
Rachel turned her chubby face to her adoring husband, "Hm, oh yeah just great!" she answered quickly, forcing another large bite of the dinner roll through her lips.
"When is Aunt Jill gonna get here?" Emma impatiently queried from the far end of the table
"Oh, I'm sure she'll be here soon honey." Rachel managed to say as she nervously scratched at her tight jeans. "Damn, I knew I shouldn't have let Phoebe treat me to lunch!"
Rachel was so embarrassed! She just knew what was going to happen, her skinny little twig sister was going to barge into her happy home and talk about her excitingly rich life, amaze Emma and brainwash her into thinking that she was the best aunt a girl could have, and keep her up until 1 in the morning telling her stories about when she and her sisters were young.
And then there was Rachel. Not only did she not have an exciting carreer, since she was demoted for a "Man-Bag Fiasco" and then fired for large amounts of "business expenses" that happened to show up in her closet at home, but on top of everything, she was FAT!
Her crunchy-haired husband grabbed her fat hand, "Hey, Rachel if this is about the weight thing, I-" Rachel cut him off, "What weight thing?!" she desperately tried to avoid the subject, "You mean those extra 20 pounds you've been carrying around since last Christmas, I don't think she'll notice that!" she quickly pat Ross' accumulated paunch, an excuse to avoid her near-200 pound weight gain.
"Haha," Emma chuckled, "Daddy's fat." Ross turned away slightly as he nervously bashfully his shirt, trying to hide his stomach.
What Rachel was trying to desperately keep quiet in the house was her 340 pound frame, gaining weight steadilly after she was forced to work at a desk job and skyrocketing after she was fired. All of her friends had gained weight thee past years, but even Phoebe (who was not exactly slim pickin's at 260) tended to poke fun at Rachel's monstrous overlapping gut. And, what made it worse was that very little of it went to her breasts, giving her an ass the size of Manhattan with only average "fat-girl-sized" breasts. Rachel cursed her mother every chance she got for giving her the "Greene Butternut Squash Frame".
Rachel reached for another dinner roll as the doorbell rang, "I'll get it!" Emma excitedly bounded from her seat and sprinted towards the door. This was it, the moment of truth. Rachel swallowed hard and tightened her already vice-like grip on Ross's hand. She had the oddest craving for that turkey...
Emma opened the door...
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