Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 3

I laid on the floor of my room, extremely content, pants unbuttoned. My mom knocked and I told her to come in.
“My dear, what is with my girls today? Allie is passed out in a sugar coma on the couch, and you’re laying in the middle of your floor with your pants unbuttoned. Is everything alright?”
I sat up, my full belly resting on my thighs, “Don’t worry, mom. Allie is just eating her feelings cause her dress wouldn’t zip today. And I’m just enjoying the last of the holiday indulgence.”
Mom shook her head, “Just…don’t make this a habit. You can’t afford to just buy new clothes all the time. As far as Allie goes, I’ll help her pick out a new dress.”
“She really just needs to hit the gym a few times, her metabolism is still young. She just needs to stop eating peanut butter by the spoonful, too, haha.”
“She won’t work out, you know that.”
“Well, she’ll have gym class come Monday. So will I, so I’m sure we’ll both lose the weight.”
“I got a note in the mail saying you all have a health fair tomorrow? So bring some exercise clothes.”
I laughed, “Oh geez, that means they’ll be weighing us.” I patted my belly. Immediately I was tempted to see how much I could gain by tomorrow. “What’s for dinner?”
“I’m just leaving money for you girls to order pizza, I have to work tonight and your dad is with your grandparents.”
I smiled, “Awesome.”

That night, I began to salivate as the pizza man arrived. I nearly ripped the two large pepperoni pizzas from his hand. Allie was still on the couch, so I plopped down next to her and tossed a pizza in her lap.
“Race ya.” I said, opening mine and getting hit by the aroma.
Allie sighed, “Great, I’m just gonna get even fatter.” She was less bloated but her jeans were still unbuttoned. She poked her soft belly and whimpered.
“Girl, you ate a jar of peanut butter. Your diet for the day is ruined already, just eat it.”
We both dug in. Halfway through her pizza, Allie turned to me.
“Tomorrow, I’m gonna start eating healthier. I promise. Maybe I can fit into my dress by the dance.”
“For sure,” I said, mouth full of pizza, “Jeff is gonna love your boobs though.”
“Yeah, but I basically have a potbelly now. Just a pouch of fat that keeps growing.”
“Just eat your pizza and stop whining.”
As we both forced the last few pieces into our mouths painfully, we had to laugh. Two sisters with our pants undone, greasy fingers and giant bellies. We had both been eating so much the past few weeks that our capacity had increased tremendously, but this pizza was a stretch. I reached over and pat her belly. “Good work, sis.”
“You too,” she said, poking my love handle and laughing as it jiggled.
“When do you think you’ll start dieting?” Allie asked, staring at her own growing gut.
“Eh, I’m not sure I’m gonna try too hard. I just wanna see where this goes. I really love eating.”
“Me too,” she sighed, “But I can’t keep gaining weight like this.”
She went to bed as I just sat there in admiration of my softening body. I really did enjoy the feeling of being painfully full.

The next day, I woke up to Allie sorting through my drawers.
“What are you doing?” I said groggily, sitting up, and feeling my belly roll over the elastic of my pajama pants.
“I need your jeans. Like a size seven. Or a big five. Or something. I cannot even button my fives today without them giving me a massive muffin top. Oh gosh Brooke I am huge today.”
I looked at my little sister, standing in front of me in unfastened jeans that still hugged her quite tightly. I was kinda shocked, she really did look bigger.
I gestured her toward a pair of big fives in my closet. As she pulled them up and buttoned them with a struggle, she looked at herself in my mirror.
“I literally never stopped eating over break, so this is what I get.”
I stood up and looked at myself next to her. We were nearing the same size, though I had undeniably gained overnight as well. I struggled to dance into a pair of size sevens and buttoned them painfully. It was then that I noticed just how much my thighs had grown too.
“Oh, bring some athletic clothes, health fair is today.”
Allie sighed, “Oh dang…well I’m not gonna eat then, cause there’s no way these jeans will button if I do.”
I was in the same situation, but I couldn’t force myself to starve no matter how hard I tried. So, I tossed on a T-Shirt and hurried downstairs to inhale a few overflowing bowls of cereal. Still hungry, I headed to school, aware of what awaited me.


My first period was gym, thank goodness, I could get this health fair over with. I hurry into the locker room and greet Kaily. We talk for a bit, changing. I notice she was still quite thin. She noticed I was even bigger than before.
“Ah, I see you still enjoyed the holiday goodies quite a bit.” She said as I stood in my underwear, pulling up my elastic shorts that I hadn’t bothered to try on prior.
“Oh yeah, but hey, lots of people put on weight at the holidays.”
I had never much paid attention to weight, but as I looked around the locker room, I noticed the girls whose bellies were just a little softer. Even one girl, whose abs were usually visible, had disappeared under a layer of pudge, and she was changing self-consciously in a corner.
“Be prepared for a lecture on healthy eating, then.” She said, reaching and jiggling my belly. It wasn’t too big, but it had no muscle tone whatsoever and seemed to just poke out and hang over the elastic of my shorts. It grumbled in response and we both laughed. I squeezed it lovingly, getting slightly attached to my new wobbly frame.

Most of the tests were fairly easy, though, when I reached sit ups, my score was pathetic. When we ran, I was out of breath within the first minute and a half. I was almost relieved to get to the weight area just so I could stop moving and catch my breath. I stood underneath their little height measurement. My gym teacher was obviously eyeing my belly but I ignored it.
“You’re 5’5”,” she said clinically. “Now step on the scale.”
As she leveled out the scale, she looked at me, “153.”
I nodded and stepped off the scale, smiling. I began to walk away when she stopped me. “My record has it that you weighed 134 in the fall. Any significant change in habits?”
“Oh, just the holidays.” I said shyly.
“You’ve gained nearly 20 lbs in less than four months, and though I didn’t weigh you right before break, you only looked slightly over 134. Just be careful.”
I nodded and walked away. I finished the school day with little comments on my weight here and there from close friends. Allie ran up to me after school and got in my car as fast as she could.
“Ugh, you know what Jeff did?”
“What?”
“Hey came up to me, kissed me, touched my belly and said ‘Someone enjoyed the holidays.’”
“…that’s it? Why are you mad?
“He called me fat!”
“Well did he break up with you?”
“…no.”
“Did he tell you to lose it?”
“…no.”
“Then why are you upset? He’s right. You’ve gained a noticeable amount of weight. He knows your body. Of course he is gonna notice.”