"221.4 pounds," the scale toned, seemingly mocking to April's ears. Hoping against hope, April reset the scale and tried again.
"221.7 pounds." It was clear the scale was screwing with her.
"221!? I knew it was bad, but Jesus! That's..." April did a quick bit of math in her head. "109 pounds. One hundred and nine pounds."
April got off the scale and waddled over to her desk chair, her body energetically jiggling the entire way. She sat down, too lost in thought to notice the audible creak of protest from the perfectly innocent piece of furniture. Her body (there really was no other way to put it) oozed over and under the arm rests, which pinched mightily into her sides. Her plush ass drooped over the sides and back of the chair, and her belly and thighs kept any part of it from the front hidden.
"I nearly doubled my weight in two years." As if to add insult to injury, her belly let out a loud growl of hunger.
The evidence as to why was all around her. She took in the empty candy and fast food wrappers, flats of pop both empty and full, the stack of empty pizza boxes in the corner and their strongest contender for sheer quantity, the empty Chinese food containers. Perhaps most telling was the smell of the room- rather, the lack of one. Despite the large selection of empties, there was no smell of rot or old cuisine in here. April was a fairly neat girl, and always got all her garbage out on their weekly pick-up day, and invested in quite a few air fresheners.
Simply put, all these containers were very, very recent.
Her belly let out another grumble of complaint, well used to having eaten considerably more by this time. April frowned as she stared down at her enlarged gut. "You shut yer yap! You're the reason we're in this mess!"
Her belly was a stubborn thing, and not one to give up easily. "GGGGGRRRROOOOOWWWLLL!" April blushed, worried for a moment that her room mates might have heard that unusually loud gurgle. She looked over at the bag of pastries she'd bought earlier in the day. She routinely went for a walk after her breakfast, stopping by the nearby bakery. The couple who ran it were the Henderson's. They quite adored April, and inevitably sent her away with a massive bag of the day-olds, generally sold well below cost.
"Is there even a point in pretending I have willpower anymore?" She thought as she opened the large bag of eclairs. Despite her despondent mood, she started salivating at the sweet smell of delectable morsels, and sunk her teeth into one as quickly as she could get it to her mouth.
"Mmm!" She couldn't help but vocalize her enjoyment; Mrs. Henderson really knew how to bake. The first was finished in a few greedy bites, and a second and third followed hot on its heels. All too soon, she'd finished off all eight eclairs. However, there were still the cream horns and double chocolate muffins to go through...
******
April's second breakfast binge was fairly short, maybe 15 minutes. In all, eight eclairs, six cream horns, and four muffins now crammed her momentarily appeased tummy, and she could take stock of her situation.
"... Seriously, what the hell?" It was more of a statement then a question, really. Her appetite was simply out of control, and had been for quite some time. Even as she sat there, licking sugar from her fingers, she could feel her belly working through its contents as quick as it could, making room for the next deluge of fattening food that would pass her lips in the very near future.
"If I keep eating at this pace, I'm going to be absolutely enormous in another couple of months." She ran her hands over the top of her belly, invisible beneath her overly-generous bust. Her lardy breasts and overfed belly jiggled flabbily, and she could almost feel the hard spot that signified where her stomach actually was under all her excess flesh.
Truthfully, she knew she'd already gotten quite large compared to how she was before. Her family's reaction was the most obvious tell as to how much she'd changed. She seldom saw them outside of the holidays, so it had come as some surprise when she came home from school significantly fatter then when she left. And then it happened twice more.
Her Mom had been the most supportive, trying to avoid making any mention of it and refusing to treat her any differently.
Her Dad was much worse about it, holding his peace around Mom but making snide remarks and not-so-subtle insinuations when she wasn't. He'd always been fairly strict, and clearly did not like what his eldest daughter had done to herself.
Worst of all was her sister, Kara, who had spent much of her time glaring at her elder sister almost accusingly. The rest of the time, she spent sliding April extra desserts and fatty dishes. She'd taken over the serving job from Mom, and April watched as her plates kept growing in size, always favoring rich, calorie laden foods, and boy oh boy was Kara quick to give her seconds and thirds. She'd bring her cookies when she didn't ask for them, chocolate milk when she asked for white, cola when she wanted water. When she cut a cake, she gave the rest of the family a sixth and then fed the rest to her sister.
The worst of all the days had happened just a few weeks ago. She'd been sent shopping with Kara on New Year's Eve, and it really had been a trip from hell. The first thing she did was pull through the drive through and buy April two double cheeseburgers and a large fries with a jumbo milkshake. The psycho wouldn't even let her leave the car until she finished it all.
That was just the start of a long, painful day. Kara seemed intent on keeping April stuffed to the brim at all times, alternating between force feeding her large quantities of greasy fast food and taking her to clothing shops to make her try on clothes she had no chance of fitting. When their Mom had them pick up pizza for supper, Kara ordered two instead of one, and made April eat a whole deep dish pepperoni under threats of blackmail with the photos she'd taken of her new, porky sister in a too-tight bikini. As if that wasn't enough, she'd still had to eat her share of the other one once they got home. April had felt fit to burst by the time she went to bed, and could only stare in mute horror when she saw the present her demonic little sister had left on her bed.
An entire freshly baked apple pie with a note on top: Eat it, you fat bitch.
April had never been that close with most of her family, but after THAT, she certainly wasn't planning to head home ever again.
Placing her hands on her desk, April stood up. She felt the desk chair try to come with her, though it dropped off after a few inches. She had gained so much and so quickly that she couldn't help being a bit awkward, as she simply hadn't had time to get used to moving with her newfound weight. She turned around and eye balled her chair. It had been a bit small when she got it two years ago, but now it seemed laughably inadequate. She gave her mammoth butt cheeks a jiggle.
"I wonder if I should speak to the campus shrink. I'm really starting to think this might be from some psychological scarring."
April waddled her jiggly ass over to her wardrobe. Opening a drawer, she found a bag of M&M's, and without a moment's hesitation, tore open and devoured the bag. Throwing the wrapper in her positively packed garbage can, she quickly resolved to get dressed and speak to Julie, before she found something else to add to her waistline. Grabbing her largest remaining clothes, she found they...
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