Fat Happens: Finale

The months that followed Miri’s visit were good ones. Having made up with Megan after her brief obesity panic led her to try and force everyone to lose weight, the three housemates all lived together for a time. Tawny took up cam modeling and game streaming as a way of making money, Megan settled into a sedentary life of classes and binge eating in front of the tv, and Miri finally felt free to be who she really was. Granted, that person was still a 630 pound blob of a young woman as prophesized by her mother, Miri made sure that her life was much cleaner than the one she’d been taught to accept growing up.

Miri made efforts to exercise as a means of staying healthy, but laughed at any idea of losing any weight. To her, she was fully convinced that through some combination of biology, metabolism, societal conditioning, or sheer laziness, virtually every woman on the planet was more or less destined to reach a level of obesity after high school. There were outliers of course. There were the bimbos and rich girls who got liposuction every 6 months and had personal trainers telling them what to do all the time in order to stay thin, but Miri had neither the money nor the interest for that kind of lifestyle. There was more to life than college and looking sexy for some guy. There was travel, excitement, parties, and love. Real love. With someone who genuinely wanted her, and not some store bought trophy marriage to some rich guy looking for a pair of big, plastic tits to suck him off for the rest of his life. There was food and lazy days of comfort. Hours of delicious indulgence leading up to a slow fuck in the afternoon where all her extra, sensual weight could be put to good use.

Otherwise, life kept on as usual. Eventually, the semester ended only to start up anew. This time, it was Miri’s turn to learn to live with a roommate as a foreign girl named Zoe was assigned to live with her at the on campus residence. Zoe was a tiny slip of a girl from Peru who’d come to study in America. With olive skin and dark brunette hair and a sexy, but cutely high-pitched accent, Zoe was absolutely an exotic and beautiful girl. She was sweet and had a bit of an accent, but was routinely, vocally astonished at how obese Americans were. Miri and the girls shrugged off the statements.

(1)

“Fat Happens.” Miri would say casually. “You’re just young is all. Trust me. That metabolism is about to take a nosedive.”

“Assuming it hasn’t already.” Tawny chimed in coolly upon hearing the tiny debate replay itself for the 50th time.

“We see you, girl.” Megan joined in. “You look like you’re already a third of the way into your Freshman 15.”

Zoe herself would shrug off the comments. She’d moved to a new country with an entirely different diet. Fluctuation was going to happen. What she had in spades however, was an outdoorsy love of exercise and exploration. It didn’t matter if the food was different once she got into a solid workout routine again. In the meantime, there was no reason to avoid lazing about on the new patio furniture waiting for the new semester to start.

(2)

Megan was the first to leave. She’d started earlier than Tawny had and was already on her way out when Zoe had moved in with Miri. It freed up a lot of house space for the heavy blonde, but both her and Miri quickly began missing their friend…..Even if she WAS the bitchy one.

They’d had to hire movers to relocate all of the massive redhead’s stuff, but together the girls all threw their friend a housewarming party at her new place when it was done. With her Bachelor's in Computer Science completed, she had gotten into business as a coder for a cruise line. It was a fairly cushy job that she rarely had to leave home for, which suited her just fine. At over 450 pounds, Megan knew that any kind of commute away from bed was going be an exhausting affair.

What was amazing to Miri was how much older and mature her friend looked. The weight had piled generously in her face, giving her a sort of “fat mom” look that wasn’t entirely glamorous, but wasn’t completely hideous either. Megan looked like most women did after college, she realized. A fate that would one day come for her, her friends, and everyone else too poor to take drastic measures to avoid it. Still, she looked cozy, all plopped onto her bed in her new house. She was happy and thriving; a goal that Miri was delighted to imagine for herself.

(3)

“Jeez. She just doesn’t stop eating, does she?” Tawny gossiped as Zoe walked back up the street to the house after her morning hike.

“She’s supposed to be exercising to lose weight but every time she goes on one of those walks she stops to eat somewhere. That’s why it takes so long, and that’s why she’s getting so fat so fast.” Miri responded.

“Yep. For every…what? 300 calories she burns walking, she adds another thousand from breakfast alone?” Tawny said.

Zoe wandered up with a cheery smile.

“Hey guys!” She said, her face bright and filled with energy.

Tawny fanned herself lazily in the hot, late-spring air. “How the fuck are you not like…dripping in sweat right now?”

The chubby girl shrugged. “I’m used to the heat. Plus it’s more humid in Peru. You’d probably be less hot if you got up and walked with me. Maybe even lose a little weight?”

(4)

“Oh please.” Miri laughed. “My fat ass isn’t getting any smaller like….ever. And neither are you at this rate. When you first got here you were already trying to slim down, but now you’ve gained somewhere around 40 pounds?” Miri chided the smaller girl.

“It’s only 15.” Zoe said, rolling her eyes as the smile on her face twisted into embarrassed defensiveness.

“Yeah. Sure.” Tawny said casually. “Trust me sweetheart. Try not to go crazy fighting it. You’re at that age where women just start gaining weight and there’s nothing you can do about it. Hell, I used to be smaller than you in high school, and now look at me.”

Miri leaned back, unwrapping the last of her strawberry dingdongs. “Yep. I was chubby in high school, but the second I turned 18 I practically doubled in size. Fat happens, girly. And it’ll happen to you too.”

Tawny ended up dropping out of college early after starting up her own career. In reality, it wasn’t so much a career as it was just modeling her giant boobs for clothing companies while making a killing as an ssbbw model online. Miri thought the whole thing was kind of trashy, but then again, she always thought that Tawny was kind of trashy.

At 330 pounds, she was the second lightest of their group, still counting Meg. Despite her smaller frame, the busty blonde had most of her weight pour straight into her massive mammaries, and was looking more and more like her nan every day. Apparently, she’d amassed over 1000 subscribers on her onlyfats, each paying $15 per month to see her strip down, eat, masturbate, or every once in a while have actual sex on stream. Zoe too had taken part in a couple size contrast videos, but those became mutual stuffings as the size disparity between them narrowed. Zoe was rapidly catching up in size and had effectively accepted that she was a fat girl now of her own volition. Tawny and Miri both saw the effect that getting naked online and showing off her new, drooping belly was having on her confidence and sexual energy.

(5)

For her part, Tawny spent much of her time either on the patio, on the couch, or in bed. She snacked less during the day in order to feel full for her stuffings and streams later on in the evening. Eventually, she’d made enough money to move out and decided that with the amount of cash her body was bringing in regularly, there was no real need to finish college. It turned out that as her subscriber count climbed, she had begun making more money than any job she would have gotten with the degree she was paying to get. She moved to a small place in town, still connected to her friends, but free of the dormitory restrictions where she could live the way she wanted for the rest of her life.

(6)

“Today’s the day, huh?” Zoe said, stuffing the last honey bun into her mouth as she watched her soon to be former roommate turn sideways to fit through the front door.

The 310 pound Sophomore had inflated rapidly over the course of the year. She’d insisted over and over that coming to America was going to help her lose weight, but once she got involved with Tawny and her modeling career took off, the constant binges had plumped her up into a proper fat girl. Where once she stood out as one of the smaller girls in school, now Zoe was indistinguishable from any other waddling pig around town. She rarely walked anymore, having long given up her all-too-familiar fitness craze.

Good, Miri thought to herself. It was better not to stress yourself by trying to stay the same weight you were as a teenager. It really was for the best to let it happen.

(7)

“Alright.” The massive Asian woman said, huffing slightly from the exertion. “The place is all yours now. You can do…whatever…you want.”

Miri smiled at her old roommate, thinking back on how much she’d learned and changed over the last year and a half. It reminded her of how Tawny and Megan had guided her through her first year of college. Zoe rocked herself forward and pressed her flabby belly against Miri’s leaning over each other’s fat for a warm, sweaty hug.

“Stay in touch, okay?” Zoe called out as Miri slowly hobbled to her car, watching it dip to one side as she climbed in.

“I will! Just message me, alright?” Miri called back.

There was an almost cold feeling that came with leaving. She knew for certain that the campus house she’d lived in for the last couple years was already becoming nothing but a memory. She’d never spend another night in her room there. Never have another late night series binge with the girls. No more study sessions or Disney singalongs. No more college life. No more college.

She sighed and began to drive away before her throat could stiffen enough to make her cry.

Miri stepped across the threshold to her new house, already furnished the way she’d planned. It was funny, she thought. For as much as she fought to avoid being like her mom, and for as much trouble as they’d given each other throughout their lives, it was Lori who had gone out of the way to help her daughter most with moving expenses and even made the down payment on her new house.

She waddled around the house, inspecting the place and admiring her new place with the help of the guard rails she’d had installed to help her move her colossal bulk around the larger space. She popped her head into the bathroom to take a look, but before leaving she caught sight of her reinforced industrial scale. Miri shrugged, and with a sly smile, hopped onto it out of sheer curiosity. It amused her to no end that she had to wait in suspense as the scale calculated her weight since her belly was far, far too large to ever have any hope of seeing past it.

“Five. Hundred. Eighty. Three. Pounds.” Said the feminine, computerized voice.

“Five-hundred and eighty-three pounds.” Miri repeated, patting her belly in subtle amazement and what was almost admiration.

She moved back to the living room and plopped herself down on her reinforced couch, laughing as she heard the wood strain beneath her.

“Holy shit I’m fat.” She said in amused fascination. “God, I’m so fucking fat…”

The thought dawned on her as she reached over and grabbed a snack from her couch-side cabinet and began eating that this was probably going to be most of what she did for the rest of her life. As she turned on the tv, Miri remembered how badly she’d wanted to get away from her mother and the oppressive standard that had been spread out before her. Since she was little, Miri’s greatest fear had been turning into her mother. But after years of struggle and finally moving away, she hadn’t expected where her college adventure would take her.

Being on her own didn’t slim her down or find her a boyfriend. It didn’t make her more active or inspire her to get thin. By the time her journey was complete, she found herself stuffing her face on the couch just like her mom would when she was little. Her adventure was amazing and fun, but in the end, it brought her to the one place she really wanted to be: Home.

(8)

Miri sat with the tv on and the wrapper from a cupcake in her hand, dumbstruck as to what to do. She’d brought all that food right next to her, but had nowhere to put the wrappers. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to take the trash can out of the kitchen. She knew what her mom would do with it, she thought, scoffing at the realization that for all her fighting, this would really be the only thing that separated her from really turning into a fatter version of Lori in every way.

She began rocking herself forward, preparing herself to get up and walk across the house again. But as the exertion mounted, her will to make the trek waned, and a horrible, naughty, mischievous thought crossed her mind.

She settled back into place and looked down at the cake-crusted wrapper in her hand, and with a widening grin, threw it on the floor.

“I’m just like mom now.” She giggled, feeling her panties moisten with sweltering heat.

“Oh well. That’s just what happens.”