Rose Tyler had been in a funk. A serious one at that. Her separation from The Doctor that took place in their last time spent together had been prevented from happening through a parallel timeline merging, that also led to the destruction of all The Daleks. Unfortunately, even so, not only was it the case that every other female human companion and other human companion of The Doctor alike from before and after her was soon to be returned to places they first met The Doctor at, respectively, but The Doctor still did not romantically love her back, but after all of the other of The Doctor's human companions of female and male genders alike from before and after Rose were being dropped back off at their homes, with her being dropped off last. Coming to accept the fact the Doctor would never romantically love her back was hard. Naturally, rather than facing this, she sat in the one of the many in her sleeping room group of residential quarters in the TARDIS and ate. Meanwhile, she did at least ask for a "food machine that could get to come into being any food she wanted" for when she was brought home. At this point, however, it was stored for when she was returned so that it'd be given to her right before she left the TARDIS. So she "had regular foods" instead. She did so in the aforementioned place in The TARDIS she was in, all the while in an armed chair.
She dug her hand into some extra large bags of chips of diverse types, taking a handful and mindlessly put them in her mouth, chewing slowly. It's not as if she cared how much weight she'd put on, given her fixation on romancing the Doctor. Since that wasn't happening, she decided this: -
Why should she care if her "figure" "goes away"? In fact, she decided she did not care anymore about whether or not she'd "get fat" or anything like that. Feeling her pants button strain on her stomach, Rose loosened her now-tight-despite-being-stretchable-due-to-being-made-of-stretchable-fabric-type -of-blue colored jeans type pants by placing them further down, letting a huge amount of swollen and bloated fat roll out from her belly. She had not been paying attention to it but she had still grown quite the chubby and distended belly. She then disposed of all of the extra large chip bags of diverse types after finishing them, and moved on to some multiple and diverse types of boxes of cookies with these boxes being also in extra-large size. The cookies were something she then started eating for about "four "Earth" hours" for each of the types like with the chips, saving the chocolate chip types of cookies for last since they were among her many favorites, with it all ending after "four "Earth" hours", again, that is. She felt very tired, after that, then. And she fell asleep, her eating craze finally over as she laid herself on her bed to rest. The next morning, Rose awoke, seeing that she had been resting a hand on her belly. When she woke up, it was the "Earth Hour" of 4:45 AM. She felt hungry as a result of what she had been eating, and then started eating tub-gallons of diverse types in quadruple-times-eighteen-times-more-extra large composed quantities of multiple types of an ice cream, saving the best for last in chocolate types, all the while managing to mix all the cookie types up to chocolate chip type as well. All the while, her "weight gain" increased itself and she grew bigger and fatter as a result. When she finished, her belly was incredibly swollen and fat. It was 6:00 AM the "Earth Hour" when she finished. Suddenly, she let out some hearty hiccups, after which it was then that she realized something was dreadfully wrong. Rose waddled over to the mirror next to the shelves of old books, nearly knocking over a table with a strange, alien lava lamp with her new girth. She knew she had been eating compulsively for a week, and she knew it was showing. She was wearing the largest clothes she had in her wardrobe, though, at this point.
Finally slowly but surely getting herself to be taking a look in the mirror and after a hard look at her reflection, Rose suddenly took a deep breath and sigh immediately after she saw how she appeared. When she made it to the mirror, what she saw shocked even her.Each and every one of those parts of her body that she saw was plainly visible. Her eating habits had certainly gone quite to the point where she both felt and looked absolutely fat. Literally and metaphorically speaking alike. She had known she'd been putting on a huge amount of weight somehow, in the last few weeks. Her pants were getting tighter--in fact, if she was honest, most of them she would be a huge amount of difficulty managing to button if she tried them on now despite whatever success she could still have. Rose's shirt would only conceal her small breasts, and her pants, no matter how stretchy and fitting they still were, all but felt uncomfortably snug around her behind body parts despite their success in concealing her behind body parts. Yet, in her depressed state, she pretended not to notice, often consoling herself with the thought that the Doctor wouldn't notice. But thinking that someone such as her own self may be getting fat and taking an honest look at it happening are two different things, and Rose finally fessed up to herself and she saw that she had put literally and exactly put on 280 pounds. Quite a lot by cosmic standards for someone like her and enough that for the first time since her awkward preteen years she didn't like what she saw. She saw her once-flat stomach now turned into a round, bloated, swollen, huge, heavy, drum-taut-hard-and-drum-tight-hard-as-a-sphere-shaped-boulder-type-rock-quadrupl e-times-eighteen-times-the-size-of-a-sphere-shaped-boulder-type-rock-and-yoga-ba ll-combined-and-heavy-as-a-led-made-object-of-sphere-shape-and-the-aforementione d-times-as-much-type-of-a-boulder-type-rock-and-yoga-ball-combined type of size-resemblance-and-heavy-amount-carriage-resemblance carrying swollen and round and big and fat belly of a stomach, causing her shirt to ride up and only be able to cover her small breasts, despite how stretchable it was. She saw her jeans digging into her sides, with her belly being exposed as such. Her small breasts were still small despite being slightly given a small amount of weight and her toned arms and legs were now still soft, almost sausage-like, as she gave some thought about this disapprovingly. Her face, she placed both her hands on her mouth to silence her gasps upon noticing, was also slightly soft despite how small it still was, with still small and yet still slightly puffed up cheeks. In many more pounds she knew she'd have quite a lot of difficulty getting up, getting around, getting here, getting there, getting anywhere and getting about. She didn't have to turn to her side to know her small as ever and yet slightly bubbled up backside was taking a truly small amount of the weight with the same being true for her small and yet-now-slightly-widened-hips, and she didn't want to see proof. It was one more frustration to deal with. Going on dangerous adventures with a man/alien who could never romantically love her was getting sad enough. Now she had to be ending up at a point where this was the case as she and she as in: -
Rose Tyler, had all but ended up causing herself to have ended up at a point where she had ended causing herself to have managed all but to get fat, too. She rubbed her round belly for a brief moment. She tugged on her shirt to cover the huge bulge unsuccessfully. She checked her pants and saw that it was still covering every behind part of her body. She buttoned her jeans only to have them end up back open. Her breasts and upper body looked a little pudgy but were as small as ever, her derriere and thighs were slightly porked up and all of her belly from top to bottom had become expansive, wide, swollen, bloated, enormous, drum-taut tight and drum-taut hard combined and fat. Rose didn't care about the weight, with the Doctor not interested in her romantically, the only problem with gaining weight was the effects on her health, which she knew about full well. Rose quickly pushed these thoughts away, but then briefly thought about them again. With the Doctor completely oblivious and uninterested, why not indulge herself a little more? She rubbed her round belly in thought.
Maybe she should just stop giving a care anymore. Besides, the Doctor was both completely oblivious and uninterested, so upon returning home where she had been living at, in an upstairs and downstairs-house-resembling-apartment-room that the wealthy employers of that were also friends of her father offered her father and mother both some help in making some generous enough investments that though the both of her parents would be the real owners, she would still have this as a residence of her own to stay at, for which the Doctor had arranged for investments somehow enough for her 'til old age, she would start indulging herself for as much as she wanted.
It was the "Earth Hour" 5:30 PM with the sky very night dark when Rose stepped out of the TARDIS and into the main room of her aforementioned home. Her goodbye to the Doctor had been short and sweet, etc., she knew he was not romantically interested in her and she was not going to stay forever. The TARDIS began to dematerialise as she looked on, wondering how her experiences will change her future, how she could ever go back to her old life...
Four months after leaving the TARDIS, with it being October at this point, laying on her living room couch in front of her living room TV, wearing clothing concealing only her breasts and her behind parts, Rose had gained 240 more pounds since her aforementioned departure without even noticing and her attention otherwise occupied.
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