As the sun set, I took a walk on the beach. The waves crashed on the shore, and birds flew overhead. It was a long walk, but as I approached the tall palm trees by my bungalow, I felt content as I patted my full belly. My parents always told me that I shouldn't eat so much junk food, but now they weren't around to stop me, and I would enjoy every minute of it.
I made my way inside the bungalow and glanced around the large living room. The room was large with a definite island-getaway feel to it. There was a large TV hanging on one wall with a couple of wicker chairs facing it on either side of a large couch that looked exactly like what I imagined you'd find on a tropical island. There was a half-wall separating the living room from the kitchen and dining room, leaving the whole area feeling open and inviting.
I felt a pang of panic as I noticed that my suitcase was no longer sitting by the door, though I quickly remembered that Jessica had mentioned that she would take care of it for me and breathed a sigh of relief.
I made my way towards the hallway that led back to mine and Jessica's rooms, stopping just outside the door to my room. I could hear what sounded like a movie or video game coming from Jessica's room, and there was a sliver of light peeping out from under her door. I'd have to see what she was doing once I got my stuff unpacked.
I opened the door to my room and looked around. My room was just as pleasing as the living room. There was a bed against one wall with an oak headboard and matching nightstands on either side. The walls were painted a light purple that reminded me of the color of the sky at dusk, and there was a picture window opposite from the bed with curtains matching the color scheme of my bedroom. I walked over to open it up and glanced out at the beach as I took a deep breath of the humid air.
I quietly returned to the doorway, peaking out into the hall at Jessica's door before carefully shutting my own. I waited to hear the door click shut before moving to stand in front of the large mirror set in one of the corners of the room. I'm a young woman with long blonde hair and deep brown eyes. I'm about average height and weight for my age, though if everything went according to plan over the summer, that wouldn't be the case for long.
I stood on my tiptoes, taking a moment to enjoy my reflection in the mirror. The loose t-shirt and shorts I'd worn on the plane had been replaced by a pair of pink sweatpants and an oversized tank top. At my current weight, I loved seeing myself in loose-fitting clothes, and I could barely make out the outline of my stuffed belly pressing against the fabric of my shirt as I looked at myself.
This was the summer I was finally going to get fat. I'd wanted to get fat ever since I was younger. I'd seen several people at my school that were overweight, and I'd looked at them in envy. I wished I could be as fat as them. Well, to start with. I wanted to get a lot fatter than any of them. I wanted to be the fattest girl in the world.
It had all started when I was younger when I first saw a character on one of my favorite cartoons get incredibly fat. She struggled to do even simple things, and her weight was the source of many problems for her, but to me, it was exciting. It was the forbidden fruit I desired. It was the taboo I wanted to get caught for doing. I loved it.
As I got older, I began feeling ashamed of my desires, but I still couldn't help the urges that came over me to eat all kinds of sweets. I knew it was different than what everyone else wanted. Everyone else wanted to be thin and popular and good at sports. Me, I wanted to sit around and get fat. I'd often feel frustrated whenever people would invite me out to do physical activity, but I'd join them so they wouldn't get suspicious of what I really wanted. I knew I was the only one in my school that wanted to get fat, but that just made it more exciting.
However, the real reason I hadn't pursued it before now was my parents. They were both slender and in great shape, and I knew they would have hated the idea of their daughter getting fat. They always told me that I needed to be careful about what I ate and do plenty of exercise so I wouldn't get fat. I knew they wanted the best for me, but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to get fat, and I knew it was wrong of me.
So here I was, at the start of summer break, ready to finally get fat. I wanted my parents to see what I'd become to satisfy my morbid desires. I wanted to put on some weight quickly, and I realized that I would have to make plans. I wasn't sure how quickly I could put on any weight, but I knew that this was the starting point, and I would get bigger from here. I wanted it to be obvious as soon as possible.
I was looking forward to the prospect of being unrecognizable to my parents when the vacation was finally over. I wanted to get so fat that they wouldn't be able to stop me from getting fatter once the vacation ended. I wanted them to know that I would be fat for the rest of my life and that I wanted it. That would be the ultimate humiliation for my parents, knowing that they couldn't stop their daughter from being fat. They were my parents, but they couldn't protect me. I didn't need protecting, but I wanted to push myself further than they could see.
I glanced at my reflection one last time, glaring at my belly and wondering just what it would take for me to get as fat as I wanted to be. I wondered how long it would take before I could see a difference. I wondered what I would look like with a four- or five-figure weight. I wondered what I would look like with a six-figure weight. I wondered just how big I could get.
I sighed, knowing that I would have a long road ahead of me, but I looked forward to the challenge ahead of me. I was determined to get fatter this summer, and I was determined not to stop until it was too late for my parents to do anything about it.
I was hungry again and headed out to the kitchen to see what I could cook up. The fridge was pretty bare once I looked through it, and I frowned at my lack of food supplies. I knew I should probably go shopping, then I could stock the kitchen with all the fatty foods that I wanted, though I was feeling pretty lazy after my flight to the island, and it would be easier to grab some food from a restaurant in the nearby town.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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