This choice: Carrie Porter—Reluctant Dieter! • Go Back...Chapter #4Carrie Porter squeezes in! by: Trampltrum   *Huff*
*Pant*
“God…why do I do this…” A dark-haired figure panted heavily to herself, as she trudged up towards her chalet. Carrie Porter had opted to spend the Summer Break with her family, which meant she had had to pack her bags from her living quarters at Buttercombe Academy and crash with them for a while.
This meant the blubbery brunette had to drag her bags from her car all the way up to her suite from the previous year. As to why she didn’t just lug them into one of the many golf karts and just drive up the small path…that reason was swaddled all around her.
Carrie was big, she knew it, everyone knew it; and if she didn’t want to get any bigger she needed to do something about it. Substituting driving for walking seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was leaving the unfit, un-toned woman drawing deep wheezing breaths like a winded cow.
She should have felt really good about the exercise; especially after staying with her parents for just over two months, most importantly her mother. She loved her mom to bits, but god dam did her life revolve around food. Carrie had had temptation around her every waking moment, not to mention meals that were filled with enough calories-per-serving to feed a wrestler for a week.
Of course Carrie had no willpower whatsoever (which was why she was in her current predicament), and had pretty much cleaned every plate. It was a habitual thing; as a child Carrie had gleefully eaten massive portions and asked for seconds. It wasn’t until High School that Carrie finally realized that her eating had consequences.
Unlike her sister, Carrie had gone to a comprehensive, which meant no excess funding for the fat kid who couldn’t fit in any of the desks, or broke a chair every other week. This pushed her to do something about it; and while Carrie never slimmed down (her genes sought to that, when a pound stuck it stuck for good), she did slow her exponential growth dramatically; all this while her big sister (previously the slimmest member of the Porter household) ballooned under Buttercombe’s care.
Which was why Carrie had been so disappointed by the previous year, and her first year working for the school her sister had once attended as a student. All that hard work and restraining herself, only gaining a scant ten pounds a year at most prior, and suddenly she had ballooned by five times that after stepping foot on the school’s grounds.
Finally, after what felt like an age, Carrie arrived at her chalet. Beeping her keycard on the sensor, she opened the door and dropped her suitcase to the floor before doubling over and placing her hands on her knees.
Sweat poured from her forehead, some even dripping onto the wooden floorboards. Her tongue lolled out as she panted, desperately trying to suck in as much air as possible.
“I…swear…no more…exercise…until…I drop…the weight…” Carrie said to herself in gasping breaths. She had never been anything near fit; a solid F for Gym class every year had highlighted that. But her sentence was part of the problem, Carrie often made little excuses to herself; and last year was full of them. She had even convinced herself to eat three slices of cake at a teachers leaving party. Not a good sign for a prospective dieter.
But Carrie’s ordeal was not quite over yet. Rather than unpack or shower, the hefty woman wobbled over towards the couch, aiming to collapse her huge form across it. As she waddled, she had to stop and hitch up her pants several times, plump fingers wrapping around the waistband and wrenching upwards, nearly giving herself a wedgie. Carrie was an incurably lazy woman at heart, even when it came to her wardrobe. When an outfit she liked stopped fitting, Carrie wore it to near destruction, rather than buy one in a more fitting size.
Her immense width hit the couch with barely a creak from the springs. Being as big as she was, Carrie qualified for the SSS treatment, and as such she had had her furniture reinforced to withstand a woman of her magnitude. As she gathered her breath, spread-eagle across the seat, her piggish eyes darted across the table and spied the welcome basket.
Her dry lips were moistened by her tongue, flirting with the edges of her mouth as it watered at the idea of more food. She hadn’t eaten since she started her drive, and she had just done such hard work dragging her case…she deserved a little treat right?
Grunting like a sow in labor, Carrie exerted as much force as she could, her fat body rolling forwards and her belly slapping the lip of the table. Thankfully the basket wasn’t situated far from her chubby finger’s grasp, so her soft pudgy skin met wicker very quickly.
Returning upright, Carrie peered inside the basket. Yeng brand goodies were practically overflowing it like some cornucopia of sugary treats. Reaching for one of the topmost items, Carrie came away with a muffin so plump that it’s muffin-top rivalled her own in pudginess.
The brunette bit down, and her eyes rolled back at the taste. That was the good stuff; her diet last year had constituted of so much Yeng-brand food that she had become addicted to it. Going an entire Summer without it, coming back felt better than sex.
Within moments the oversized confection was resting soundly in Carrie’s figure-dominating belly, sausage fingers being licked eagerly for the last residue. Carrie looked back into the basket; one more wouldn’t hurt would it? Soon her teeth were sinking deep into a honey-bun, its sweetness dancing across her taste buds.
Minutes passed by in a blur as item after item vanished from the basket and into Carrie’s gut, each one framed with a more pitiful excuse as Carrie glutted herself to her heart’s content.
Many minutes later, and Carrie felt her pink-painted fingernails scrape the bottom of the wicker basket and come up empty.
“Uh oh…” Carrie muttered as she looked down at herself. She was a total mess; crumbs dotted the crease between her breasts and belly, and the latter had emerged fully from its cloth covering; with her cavernous belly-button for the entire world to see.
Looking down at the basket and realizing she had failed again, Carrie gave a dejected sigh. Looks like it was salads and no desserts for the next week to try and counteract that.
With no desire to find herself scraping the basket for specks and crumbs, Carrie decided a shower was in her best interests for now.
As Carrie tried to right herself, she felt the force of gravity yank hard at her confection-filled belly. Her big blobby sphere was looking less like a big sack of lard and more like a beach ball made of fat. Sighing to herself and promising again to rid herself of the swaddling adipose, Carrie waddled towards her old bathroom, undressing and lazily tossing her clothes to one side as she went.
A blissful sigh passed her pink lips as she felt the cool tiles contact her feet, aching with carrying such an immense load all day. But that was nothing compared to the bliss she felt as the warm water rushed across her body, washing away the painful fullness of her belly and allowing her to drift away into…
*Knock knock knock*
“Fudge!” Carrie faux-swore under her breath as she turned off the tap.
“I’ll be just a minute!” She yelled, poking her head out of the shower and simultaneously (and accidentally) splashing the room with her wet hair.
Carrie didn’t have time to be thankful that Buttercombe had provided towels in her size as she tucked the fluffy article around her widest part, before waddling as fast as she could for the door.
“Yes?” Carrie asked as she opened the door, her long wet hair plastered to her chest and shoulders. Standing in the doorway was…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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