FICTION

Fat-related FICTION

The Fattest Girl in the World

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Section One of Nine

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"Careful there, Deb, or you're going to be the fattest girl in the world."

"Yeah, right, Daddy." I grinned at my father, then scooped a huge spoonful
of apple pie and ice cream into my mouth. Dad laughed; he was only teasing.
His latest Barbi glared her disapproval from across the table; that was okay,
I didn't approve of her, either. I don't even remember her name, but it didn't
matter; they were all alike, tall and slender and buxom and hard and fake,
so I just call them all Barbi. Some of them never even notice. The cook smiled
as she cleared the table; she knew who appreciated her food! She had a job
for life, as long as she kept cooking like this!

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm a big girl; I hit 300 lbs. before I started my Junior
year in high school; that was just a couple of months ago. It shows, too;
I've got this big pillow of a belly that fills half my lap, and my breasts...
well, they're big and soft, and they sort of lie on top of my belly when
I'm sitting down. Big hips, of course, that goes with being a girl. Well,
maybe not this big; they reach past both sides of my chair.
So what? I think it's kind of kewl!

I know lots of girls don't feel that way. I'm always hearing the Barbi's
whine about their weight, and the girls at school are almost as bad. I mean,
it's so funny to hear someone half my weight complain how fat she is. Really?
What does that make me? Don't answer that! At least I don't
sit around and moan 'poor me, I'm so fat, no boy will ever ask me out!'
To hear them speak, they sit home alone every Friday because they are
soooo fat... like all the skinny girls go out every night with
a different boy! I think not!

And they talk like the only point of living is to have a guy ask you out!
Am I really going to let my happiness depend on what some guy decides to
do? Get real! Not that I have anything against guys, of course. Far from
it. It's not hard to attract a boy, if you are willing to put up with a jerk...
which I am NOT. No, it's finding a quality male
that's difficult. My friend Angela could be a swimsuit model, her waist is
like the size of my thigh, and not my upper thigh, either; even she ends
up sitting home some nights. Okay, yeah, she gets asked out more than I do,
but I'm not complaining. At least not as much as a lot of girls, anyway.

Sometimes it makes me mad, though. When I hear girls whine about their little
tummy, I want to knock the diet soda out of their hand, grab their shoulders
and shake them, and yell "Look at Warren over there! He's cute. He's smart!
He's funny! And he'll never ask you out because he's terrified
you'll say no. I'd love to date him, except he's my cousin.
And if you don't like Warren, a quarter of the guys at this school are in
the same boat. Instead of sitting here feeling sorry for yourself, get over
there and ask him for help with your Chemistry homework. You'll both have
a great time.... and honestly, your grades could use some help, too."

There are even some guys who like big girls too, you know? Even as big as
I am. I know this guy, let's call him Roger. One time I sat in his lap, just
as a joke, you know? And he liked it! I had been sitting there and I was
getting worried; so I asked if I was too heavy, and he said it was nice!
He told me I was heavy, but it didn't hurt at all because I was so soft!
I guess so! Anyway, I could tell he liked it because I could feel.... anyway,
he really liked it! I hang around with him, but I'm really looking for someone
who can speak in complete sentences.

When I left the table, I was still thinking. Dad might have a point, even
if he was just kidding. Come to think of it, that was my third
helping of pie, and I've put on at least forty pounds in the past year. Not
that I'm upset about that, but what if it keeps happening? Will I have to
start watching what I eat? Not to get skinny, like that would ever happen!
But will I have to cut back on what I eat just to stay the same size? It
seems likely, unless I want to just keep getting bigger and bigger.

Somehow that thought stuck with me all evening; I couldn't get it out of
my mind. Bigger and bigger? The fattest girl in the world? Ridiculous! I
would have to be twice the size I am now... probably bigger! When I was watching
TV with Dad I kept wondering how much of the couch I would fill up. That's
when I realized I had just finished my second bowl of ice cream, on top of
supper and all that pie. When I went to put the bowl in the dishwasher, I
though 'why the heck not?' and got a another!

Up in my room I couldn't stop thinking about getting larger and fatter. I
undressed for bed and looked at myself in the mirror. Yes, I was fat, no
doubt about that! And it looked pretty good, all smooth and round and soft.
Soft? I realized I was gently kneading a handful of belly fat in one hand,
and man, was I ever soft!. Soft and warm and really nice...this
was getting weird! Looking in the mirror, I tried to imagine myself larger.
What would a hundred pounds do? With a shock, I realized I had probably gained
a hundred pounds since puberty. Jeez! Maybe I had better cut
back! Sometime soon, but not today. Well, not too soon... next
year sounded better. Or maybe the year after that.

When I went to bed, I couldn't get to sleep. Fattest girl in the world? I
mean, like HUGE?! How would I finish school? How would I work?
Well, Dad's rich... he came up with a better way to make elbow joints for
plastic water pipe... Big whoop!... unless you happen to be in the plumbing
biz, in which case you pay Dad his first few million for the idea. So if
I wanted to, I really could just sit around and be as fat as I wanted. And
then I thought... right now, my career plans are writing or programming....not
very active jobs. Hmm. This is crazy! Why am I even thinking
about this? But I didn't stop.

So I just laid there in bed, all hot and bothered, and I just had to reach
down and touch myself, only usually I'm thinking about Brad, or some movie
hunk, but now I was thinking about me! This was just
too, too strange!

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