BoboTheHoboWrites

At the risk of sounding passe, it is often true that birds of a feather will flock together. In the grand scheme of things, the time that Cheyenne and Avery spent at one another’s throats had proven to be nothing more than a fleeting hostility, if not without a certain amount of gravitas that had forever changed their friendship. *** Brooke had squeezed herself into a matching set of workout gear, her reward for being almost forty pounds down from when she’d started going to the gym. It was a bold look for the mousy brunette. Even if it was still a little too small, the solid black had proven itself slimming enough for her to feel confident squeezed into it. Her jiggly parts were restrained by the tight spandex, where they hadn’t hardened as the subcutaneous fat had been trimmed away. Her tummy was more structured, if still round and soft, while her arms and legs had toned considerably since she’d started working weights into her exercise routine. Her breasts had shrunken, and that

If Caleb had ever had any reservations about his weight, you never would have known it. With a loving girlfriend to support and spoil him, one with a passion for cooking that nearly rivaled his affinity and affection for idly stuffing his face, Caleb simply couldn’t stop gaining. His appetite was one that came with weighing hundred and hundreds of pounds, said pounds making it all but impossible for him to exercise. The bigger he got, the hungrier and lazier he got—a vicious cycle of food and immediate gratification that had been ramped up by Cat’s overeager need to please. Two years out of college, and Caleb had eaten himself so big that he could barely leave the house. Once he took a work-at-home job, he didn’t have to! The hours were easy and he could spend all day on the couch, or at his double-wide reinforced office chair. When he wasn’t on call, he could play games. It only made sense, as Caleb continued to get even larger, to just move everything to the bedroom. Everything

“Harper, honey, you need to relax.” Saturday came to pass—and Harper had spent pretty much every minute until then eating until she felt like she would pop. “She’s just in town for the next few days.” Harper had never been good with meeting exes. Especially lady exes. That much had been true back when she was dating men. Granted, they usually didn’t stick around long enough for them to meet exes, boy or girl. Once they had found out she had not one, but three kids, they usually went running for the hills. Harper was once again in uncharted territory, for the third time in two years. Dating a woman, living with a girlfriend, and now meeting her girlfriend’s ex-girlfriend. Technically fourth, if she counted “making first impressions while fat”. “It’s nothing to be worried about, just dinner and a few drinks!” Harper had been a thundering ball of emotions, absolutely stressed about the promised meeting. She’d emptied out the cupboards with blinding speed, having spend the better part

Stacy had never eat someone eat so much in her entire life. Granted, she said that every time she came home from college. Ever since her mother had decided she wanted to gain weight and turn herself into a total fatass, her rare visits home had been more or less bookended by marveling at how much bigger her mom was. But this time was real—this time it was a little scary. Nobody should have been able to eat so much. Stacy arrived at her mom and Stewart’s house at around eleven, and they’d started lunch soon after. Stewart had cooked up enough to serve for Thanksgiving and, between what was on the table when she got there and what was still being made, Stacy had no doubt that he could have fed the whole neighborhood. Add in the prepackaged snacks that loaded the kitchen cabinets and every nook and every cranny… it was becoming more and more clear that Stacy’s mom was just going to get fatter and fatter… She’d finally stopped eating around three. She’d pushed herself away from the table

The Hammond Hotel in Daven’s Port, North Carolina, had to have been the most tightly managed hotel in all of the East Coast. But at the end of the day, all that mattered was that it was hemorrhaging money. Daddy Hammond couldn’t have understood why—he requested that his daughter open up an assistant position to help her balance the budget, not destroy it! Looking at some of the expenses that Hannah had written off, they were downright weird! Extra wide chairs. Fudging the numbers on their grocery bills. Changing the dispensary to Yeng for Vending Machines was a good idea, but all of the money that she saved went right to reinforced chairs! Add in for construction costs (with *wider doorframes scribbled hastily on the receipt), and Hannah’s father had been more convinced than ever that his daughter was embezzling. Once he saw extra wide, reinforced chairs on the list, he started seeing red! Hannah had been told to tighten her managerial belt, and it looked like she’d done the exact

Jordan had lived with Erika for long enough to know that anyone in the downstairs bedroom was going to get fat. It had been part of the reason why she’d moved out. She had already weighed a good bit over two hundred pounds when she took up Erika’s offer to crash in the empty bedroom, and she was nearly two fifty by the time she moved out a few months later. The two of them had been so incompatible, and her weight had been such a triggering subject for her that the only course of action that would save their friendship—that she could see, anyway—was moving in with her boyfriend before her hips started to scrape the doorway. It hadn’t taken long for Nora to move in, and Jordan was all the happier for it. She liked Erika. It wasn’t that they weren’t friends; Erika was just a shitty roommate. Okay, scratch that. She was a great roommate. She was always offering to pick up food for her, surprising her with Chic fil A biscuits for breakfast on days when she didn’t have to work, and always