Maybe it was Halloween that had Piper on edge especially. Piper loved Halloween, a day of perfect mischief. It really embodied the two things she loved: Tricks and Treats. When she was little, the treats were the best part. Every year, as her legs grew a little longer, Piper would push their journey through the residential sections of Daven’s Port that much farther, even as her pudgy knees and feet would ache. Some of those trips got freakin’ epic. She would head out at 3 in the afternoon, as soon as she got home, and was unwilling to head home until after 10 o’clock and people stopped answering the door. She also had an epic stomach ache when she tried to eat all when she got home.
Despite her current predicament, Piper couldn’t help but look back on that story with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
But when adolescence rolled around, Piper found new delights to be had on Halloween nights. Toilet paper, silly string, cherry bombs, scaring little kids, scaring adults, and one time she made out with this goth chick in a cemetery at midnight. Good times all around. She didn’t even miss the sweets of childhood, enjoying the pleasures of adolescence.
But now she was an adult, and found herself unable to enjoy either pleasure. She had to stick to this diet, so she couldn’t have any of this candy, and she couldn’t exactly run from the cops anymore with this body, either. So...she was stuck inside, waiting.
She checked the time.
6:15. Waaaay to early to do anything with friends. She had heard about a party she wanted to hit up later. She was a little nervous going, because her Harley Quinn costume was totally slutty. Probably sluttier than she intended because it would be even smaller and tighter then she planned But whatever, she had huge tits so it was going to work.
Her stomach gurgled. She texted Dakota to distract herself.
6:17
Heeeey, watup?
6:20
DAKOTA: Not much, you?
6:20
Stuck sitting around handing out candies to kids, you?
6:25
DAKOTA: Got my mom to do that. Out getting my hair done for my costume.
6:25
What’s your costume?
6:27
DAKOTA: Cowgirl.
6:27
Why do u need to get your hair done for a cowgirl costume?
6:30
DAKOTA: So it looks nice with a hat on, obviously.
Piper rolled her eyes. She had actually never had her hair done professionally before. Dakota was able to splurge like that because she was wearing a hat.
6:33
DAKOTA: Hey, I’m swinging by Dee’s Donuts on the way home, do you want anything?
6:35
Dakota, I’m on a diet, you’re not supposed to offer me donuts.
6:37
DAKOTA: Right, right, and I’m totally supportive of that! In fact, I think I should join you.
6:37
Yeah, like you need it.
6:37
DAKOTA: I do! Seriously. I’m getting kind of, you know.
‘Thicc.’
Again, Piper found herself rolling her eyes at her best friend. Even at her thinnest, Dakota had been thinner. That was back when Dakota first arrived, before she got her job and tried community college at the same time. Her job at the Yeng shipping center meant that she had spending money for the first time in her life. It also meant that she had to be up at three AM to work, then sometimes do two shifts, before taking night classes. It was hell on her body. She wasn’t getting enough sleep, she was snacking all the time to replenish energy and what meals she did have were usually on the go. And whenever she got a day off...she relaxed a little. Maybe a little too much. Whatever it was, frequently trips to Dee’s Donuts, Nitoli’s Pizza and a slew of other local eateries that were a little out of her price range before had piled on at least 150 pounds onto Piper’s frame in a little under 2 years...and in the same time, Dakota put on 10, 15...maybe 20.
Piper was just a little jealous.
6:38
Tragic. I’m sure you’ll shake it off in a weekend.
6:38
DAKOTA: And I’m sure you’ll lose your little weight problem real quick too! That’s why we should be accountability buddies.
It was hard to tell whether Dakota was being painfully condescending to the fat girl, or was just actually being the kind of cheery, bubbly and optimistic only Dakota could be. She decided to give her best friend the benefit of the doubt.
6:39
Sure. That sounds fun.
Piper’s stomach growled again. Sure...this diet would be fun.
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