It seemed ridiculous to believe that, once upon a time, Haley had been a skinny little dropout coming back home with her tail between her legs after she'd failed to make it out in Charleston. Not just because of the obvious, but because she had come so far with so little that it seemed downright unfair to anyone who thought critically about her progress in life objectively. An English Major whose every decision in life had slowly come to revolve around how much her choices would fill her stomach or allow her to skate by with the least amount of work? How was it possible that she'd essentially lucked into an almost-free home and a job that let her sit on her butt all day?
Her sour sister Tara, for one, hadn't been able to shut up about how unfair it was.
Now that she'd moved back to Spartanburg, the two of them saw a lot more of one another. Not that Greenville was an especially long drive, but once Tara followed the precedent set by her especially spoiled little sister and had gotten too fat for her mother to haul around, it was much easier to sell hopping into the car for a quick drive about fifteen minutes out than it was for a forty-five-minute jaunt to the next county over.
"Oh hush, Tara." Mrs. West's round, cat-like face dimpled in a placating smile as she gave her oldest an equal attention kiss on her forehead, "You love living with me just fine."
"Yeah..." Haley's fat jowls squished and flexed as she leaned back smugly in the reclining sofa, "Hush, or I might ask mama to come live with me."
There was literally nowhere to put her. Mrs. West's own weight gain aside (she'd never quite been able to get the hang of "cooking less" once Haley left), Haley and Dani alone took up every bed and fixture in the house. So unless Mrs. West wanted to sleep on the couch, there wouldn't be anywhere for her to go...
Not that it wasn't big enough or deep enough for Haley's now plump mama to crash on. It had to be—it was designed to support the carriages of people like Haley and Dani, the full-time, excessively obese residents of what had become a rather cramped designer home. She could have laid to her full length and only just neared the edge of the cushions...
"It's not... fair though..." Tara's fat, huffy face was blotchy and red as she shifted uncomfortably in the loveseat, "I work... hard and... I don't get..."
"Now honey, don't be a baby." Mrs. West clucked, her dimples bunching as she pursed her lips distastefully at what was essentially sisterly showing out, "We'll find you another job that's much better than the Fish Camp—maybe Haley could—?"
"Oh I don't know, Mama..." Haley burped thickly, her voice husky and disinterested as she scarfed down a paltry attempt at a snack from the Yeng corporation, "Tara's been out of work for like... a year? I'll send you Hannah's number but... leave my name off the application."
Tara continued to slosh petulantly from side to side as she tried to find the right way to lay. She had gotten up using the electric bracing on the switch to the side, and sitting back down meant that she had to wriggle her way back into the well-defined groove that had been worn into the poor thing. God, this thing was a life-saver. Pretty much every piece of furniture in this house had been built with that in mind. It was probably the only way that Haley or Dani were getting up these days. Hydraulic lifts for these enormous women—Tara couldn't say that she was jealous. Not that she had much room to judge, but...
Not having to lift herself up or leave the house had to have been why Haley had gotten this big.
"Hahh... oof..." Haley's throwpillow arms jiggled as she struggled with another bag of chips, her fat fingers struggling with the dextrous task, "Ugh... these... stupid..."
Haley's face creased and folded in exertion as sweat actually began to bead on her forehead. She was breathing heavy from sitting down. Her outer ring of chin meat jiggled as it rested on her chest as her cheeks sloshed in time with her enormous arms. Finally, she'd opened it, and plunged her hand wrist deep into her latest snack. The bulge of fat that buried her wrist was more defined than ever. It was like her whole body was just sinking into itself—to say nothing of the fact that she literally took up an entire loveseat.
BOOOOOORP
"Ugh... scuse me..."
Haley panted like she'd just run a marathon as she adjusted the incline on the couch beneath her. Apparently, it was equipped with the same technology that went into this chair that... was really comfortable...
"Fucking gross, Haley." Dani's thunderous footsteps were absorbed by the shock-insulated floor joists and extra strength hardwood, "You've got... ugh... your fucking... your mom's over."
"Hi Dani!" Mrs. West waved a chubby little hand at the elephantine goth, "It's good to see you!"
"Hey Mrs. West." she panted out as her belly sagged low over her knees and dipping over her knees, "Don't... uff... don't mind me..."
If Haley was a couch all to herself, then Dani had become a waterbed. All that heavy, syrupy motion as she struggled to keep her momentum going. Thick handfuls of pancake-like rolls bounced with every belabored step as her fat-buried feet ached, her ever-ballooning face sweaty with exhaustion.
"Jeez, these women make me look skinny..."
Tara quickly corrected herself.
"They'd make anyone look skinny..."
Tara's exponential growth had come in time with everyone around her. Haley's, Mackenzie's, and plenty of other people as they came and went into her life. Now even her mom was starting to get the middle-aged spread. In a place with little opportunities outside of line work, teaching, and nursing, it made a little sense that everyone would eat like crap. But it felt like the average waistline of the whole town was going up crazy fast. And she was still one of the fattest women in town. At least, if you took these two out of the equation.
"DANI!" Haley shouted, "GIMME SOME GUMMIES FROM THE FRIDGE?"
"FUCK OFF."
Dani did, however, return with a baggie of gummy animals that she tossed onto Haley's stomach. It rippled with the impact, and then the bag rolled to the untouchable ground beneath the couch, causing Haley to squirm uncomfortably as she tried to think about reaching for it.
"Let me get it for you, honey." Mrs. West grunted as she bent over a bit over her own protruding tummy, "Oof... there we go..."
She pat her elephantine daughter on the crest of her lower belly roll as she hungrily dug into the easy-open package. Haley was an absolute mountain of a woman, all but pinned down by her own weight and only vaguley mobile thanks to the implementations of the Yeng Corporation and the weekly maids that came to clean up after both her and Dani. And here she was, still getting treated like she was a spoiled kid by their ever-doting mother.
"Thanks... mama..." Haley huffed and munched and chewed, "Normally I'm...*munch munch* on call with the company but...*huff burp* it's the weekend so...*hnnn* but I'm still used to snacking this time of day..."
Tara wasn't sure that her sister wasn't ever not used to snacking.
"I'm going... back to bed..." the behemoth, dark-haired roommate puttered out, "Y'all... staying for dinner?"
"No, no, just a little longer." Mrs. West instinctively pat Tara on the big, squishy arm, "Mackenzie and Tiffy are still coming over, right honey?"
"God yes. Like she'd ever pass up a meal." Tara hypocritically snorted, "We might as well just give her Haley's old bedroom..."
As impossible as it might have been to believe, there was a time when Tara wouldn't have taken pleasure in Mackenzie's furthered gains. Or the gains of everyone else around her. But it was nice knowing that she wasn't the fattest person in the whole county. It made lugging around an extra four hundred pounds of gut and ass so much easier...
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