For Ellie’s birthday later that year she received another gym membership, this time with a staff trainer. Apparently Ellie’s mother was getting tired of paying extra towards an endeavor that was clearly failing. “Oh wonderful,” smiled Ellie after looking at the card. “Thanks mom and dad.”
“I hope you use it this time Ellie,” her mom replied looking down her nose at her expanding daughter. In the months that had followed the promise to take her weight seriously, all Ellie had done was become fatter and fatter.
“I’ll go as often as I can.” She replied.
“You can go directly from school. And on the weekends, of course, you'll have even more time that you can spend there. Everything is set up, right Allan,” Ellie’s mom added as she turned towards Ellie’s Dad.
“Whatever you say, Shannon.” Ellie’s dad took this opportunity to leave. “I’ll be by the pool,” he said as he got up to go. Although he never really gave Ellie any trouble about her weight, he was too meek around his wife to defend Ellie, which she found just as hurtful.
Ellie’s sister, Mary, got her a size two bikini. “Oh I like the colors,” Ellie said, standing up and holding it next to her body. It looked like she may be able to get the bikini’s waist up to her chubby knee.
“It’s for when you lose all your fat,” Mary said, “like a goal.”
“Oh, I don’t know, the material’s pretty stretchy.” Ellie joked.
“Don’t even think of it Ellie,” snapped her mother, not known for her sense of humor. “That much flesh should not be on display.”
“Yeah, don’t ruin it fatty,” Mary said as she snapped the swimsuit from Ellie’s chubby fingers. “I’ll wear it until you loose like a tonne.”
“I don’t need to lose that much,” Ellie said as she watched Mary hold the bikini top up to her thin chest.
“Whatever, a bet you could lose a hundred pounds and still be fat,” Mary said rolling her eyes as she started to leave the family room.
Ellie scrunched her nose as she did the math. If she lost 100 pounds she would be pretty close to 150 pounds. A weight that would make her mother happier for sure, but probably still too fat and anyways that was something she had no interest in achieving. “You can’t leave yet Mary,” Ellie called out, “we haven’t had my birthday cake yet.”
“Ellie, I assumed you wouldn’t want a cake,” Ellie’s mother said getting up to leave as well, “I mean, you certainly don’t need the calories.”
“You’re right mom,” Ellie tried to hold back the sarcasm. “Who would want cake on their birthday?"
“So I can go then,” huffed Mary as she headed for the stairs carrying her “present” for Ellie.
“Yes dear,” Ellie’s mom said as she got to her feet, “I’m sure we all have something better to do.”
“I know I do,” Thought Ellie as she heaved her self to her feet as well. “Time for my birthday present to myself.” Ellie smiled as she headed up to her room and locked the door. She opened her closet and went to the back of it. Under the increasingly large pile of clothes that were too small, she lowered herself to her knees and pulled out a large box.
“So mother,” Ellie said to herself as she opened the box to reveal a huge selection of chocolates and other treats. “You got your fat daughter a gym membership for her birthday.” Ellie reached in and pulled out a large box of chocolates. “Don’t you think she would have enjoyed this more,” Ellie continued as she started popping the rich treats in her mouth. She had fought the urge to open her stash for weeks knowing she’d enjoy it more today. Ellie repeated some of her family’s comments to herself as she ate, like “Don’t ruin it fatty,” then Ellie stuffed a handful of M&Ms into her mouth.
She got to her feet and carried the treasure chest back to her bed. As she stood up her snug top rode up her fat belly, “That much flesh should not be on display,” popped into head as she dumped the food onto her bed and lay down beside it. She opened a bag of dill pickle chips and dug in as she turned on her TV. The first program she saw was an infomercial for fitness equipment featuring women less than half Ellie’s size training and dropping pounds. “Poor things don’t know what they’re missing,” she thought as she finished the chips and opened a box of Super Stuffed Oreos. She ate her way through her stash of fattening treats that afternoon, watching crappy movies with thin heroines and music videos with talentless bimbos.
When Pretty Women ended Ellie grabbed the sides of her belly and shook it smiling, “How much would you pay for all this, Richard. Lucky I don’t charge by the pound.”
Just then, Ellie heard someone try to come in her room. It was her mother. “Ellie, what are you doing in there, why is this door locked?”
“I’m changing mom,” Ellie called out as she turned and sat up knocking several chocolate bar wrappers to the floor. “I didn’t want you to see all my flesh on display,“ Ellie smiled as she rubbed her swollen belly resting on her fat thighs.
“Well dinners almost ready and it looks like Condoleezza’s prepared something special for you so get dressed and come down.”
Ellie got to her feet and surveyed the damage. There were empty wrappers and snack bags all over her bed and her secret stash was almost empty. “I’ll have to clean this up later, I’d better change first.” Ellie had unbuttoned her tight shorts while she pigged out and didn’t feel up to struggling to re-button them so she started pulling them off. Her expanded belly with its’ freshly added extra girth made it difficult and she was a little out of breath. She decided on comfort and pulled out her baggy sweats. As she took off her top she paused to admire her afternoons efforts in the mirror. She turned sideways to see how far her belly protruded in front of her. She noticed that what used to be a fold in her stomach was increasing. “Soon I’ll have two bellies,” she said to herself as she felt how the folds wrapped around to her hips and thick love handles. She stopped gazing at herself to pull on her sweat pants and top. She was surprised to see that they weren’t as baggy as they used to be and really emphasized how large her belly and ass were getting.
Ellie took one more admiring glance in the mirror, rubbing her fat belly she smiled, “All for you mom.”
Slowly coming down the stars Ellie could smell Pasta Primavera coming from the kitchen. Condoleezza made it heavenly, but had been forbidden to make it as Ellie’s weight increased. Even though she had pigged out on junk food all afternoon, Ellie’s mouth watered as thoughts of the thick creamy and fattening sauce entered her mind.
“Jesus sis,” Ellie’s sister said as she entered the dining room, “You look fatter than you did this morning. What have you been eating?”
“Oh, Mary,” Ellie said with a laugh, “what do you think I’ve been doing? I spent all afternoon stuffing my fat face with chocolate and candy.” It was the truth, but Ellie made sure for it to sound like a joke.
“Ha, ha, fatty.” Mary said as she sipped from a glass of water.
Ellie eagerly sat down and waited for her special meal to be brought out. First came portions for her father and mother, then Mary and then when it was her turn, Condoleezza presented a plate with barely a mouthful of Pasta and sauce on it, over shadowed by a leafy green salad.
“When I saw what Condoleezza had prepared I told her you could only have a taste,” Ellie’s mom said as if she was doing Ellie a huge favor. “I can only imagine how much you’d eat if you had your way.”
“Mmmm,” cooed Mary as she too took a bite. “This is heavenly. Thank God I don’t have to worry about my weight. I just might have seconds.”
“Careful Mary,” Ellie said, “mom doesn’t want another fat daughter.”
“That’s right Mary,” Their mother interjected, “You’ll have that serving and nothing more.”
Mary continued to over exaggerate her enjoyment of supper while Ellie ate her salad and sipped water.
“Don’t you feel better having controlled your appetite Ellie,” her mother smiled.
“You know mom,” Ellie said truthfully, “I do feel kind of full,” then she thought back to the piles of junk food she’d consumed that afternoon.
“What you need is some self control.” Ellie’s mom finished her glass of wine then emptied what was left and continued. “You don’t see Mary or I over indulge.” She looked back and forth between her two daughters. “Even your father,” she added with a nod as Ellie’s dad got up to leave. “He enjoyed his supper, but now he’ll go out to the pool house and get some exercise.” Shannon watched him leave. “I know when he’s over indulged at the club too. Sometimes he’ll get up from bed and head out there. Probably to burn off all the scotch he drank.”
Later that night Ellie snuck down do the kitchen. Ellie knew Condoleezza would have made lots of extra Pasta Primavera. Condoleezza knew that Ellie enjoyed her food and didn’t have a problem with someone eating his or her fill. Ellie found a 2-quart dish full of leftovers on the bottom shelf of the fridge. Licking her lips, Ellie took it right to the counter and pulled up a stool, without even warming it up. Shoveling the pasta and sauce in her mouth, Ellie closed her eyes, as she tasted the creamy sauce and rich flavors. She didn’t stop until it was done. Then quietly put the dishes in the dishwasher.
Now full, she could feel her pajama bottoms digging in to her soft belly so she pulled the front down below her lowest fat roll. Ellie could feel the material clinging to her widening ass and thighs. The t-shirt she slept in was tight when she put it on to go to bed, now it rode up her growing stomach. She almost hoped her mother would catch her in this state, with her belly hanging out of her clothes and her always expanding butt almost bursting the seems of her sleep pants. As she padded down the hall in the quiet of the night she smiled at the feeling of all the different parts of her body jiggling and bouncing.
The jiggling came to a sudden stop as she almost bowled her father over. “Ellie.” He let out surprised, trying to keep his voice down. “What are you doing up?”
“I was just getting a little snack,” Ellie said as she tried unsuccessfully to pull her top down. “I was a little hungry.” Her dad took in the bare belly escaping from her clothes and then looked back up to her eyes. “Are you going out to the pool house?”
“What?” Her dad seemed a little flustered. Ellie assumed seeing his daughter bursting from her clothes put him a little off balance.
“For one of your workouts?”
“Yeah,” he said, still looking uncertain. “I have a rowing machine out there. I go out there and row.”
“Okay dad,” Ellie said as she stepped to the side so he could continue on his way. “Maybe I should start rowing like you, I bet that would make mom happy.”
Her dad made a face, and then gave his oldest daughter a weak, but long hug. “I don’t know what would make your mother happy,” he said before pulling away, and then he quickly headed down the steps.
That morning her mother told her that her first gym appointment was for 10:00 a.m. and that she’d better be ready. Ellie groggily rolled out of bed and got to her feet. After a quick stop at the bathroom she headed downstairs. She could hear her mother talking to Condoleezza.
“Make sure you get rid of any of the leftovers from last night Condoleezza,” she said in her sharp tone. “I don’t want Ellie getting in to them.”
“Yes ma’am,” replied Condoleezza as Ellie’s mother left the kitchen.
Ellie walked up beside Condoleezza and whispered, “It was delicious,” as she rubbed her tummy rolls.
Condoleezza had a knowing smile on her face as she got out a plate and some dishes for Ellie.
“How would you like your eggs, Miss Ellie?” she asked as she turned on the stove.
“Do we have any cheese?” Ellie asked. “I’d love an omelet.” Ellie reached over and grabbed a fresh muffin from a bowl on the table. Ellie finished her third muffin as Condoleezza put her omelet in front of her. Condoleezza had found some bacon as well as cheese and mixed that together with the six eggs Ellie had requested.
Ellie was putting the last forkful in her mouth when her mother came in. “What did you eat for breakfast?” She asked looking over Ellie's shoulder at the empty plate.
“Just some dry eggs mom,” Ellie said dejectedly. Condoleezza wouldn’t let me have the bacon I asked for.”
“Good for you Condoleezza,” her mother smiled. “Now go get ready. The limo will be here to take you to the gym shortly.”
Ellie slid off of the breakfast stool and decided not to adjust her tight sleep top, which had once again ridden up, revealing several inches of belly fat and Ellie's thick love handles.
Her mother could only shake her head, as she stared at her expanding daughter. “I hope this gym can do something with you Ellie. You certainly have done a lot of damage to what little figure you had.”
Ellie paused at that moment and pretended she noticed something on the floor. She quickly bent down and smiled as her strained sleep pants split down the middle. Slowly getting up, Ellie tried not to laugh when she saw the looks on her mothers and Condoleezza’s faces. “I thought I saw a piece of chocolate on the floor,” she said as innocently as she could, then she hurried to her room. Her quickened pace made her exposed fat jiggle all the more.
“Do you have a garbage?” Ellie asked Carrie, her new fitness instructor. Ellie took one final slurp of the extra large triple thick chocolate milkshake and passed it to Carrie. She was always able to bribe Russell to stop for fast food. She’d polished of two super sized breakfast meals on the way to the gym and was wishing she’d ordered extra hash browns as well.
“Thanks,” said Ellie as she rested her hands on her substantial belly. Carrie was filling out a report, so she could help Ellie meet her goals. ”Okay, Ellie,” Carrie continued, “How much weight do you want to loose?”
“Why do you think I need to loose weight,” Ellie asked with a straight face. She then pretended to try and cross her legs, something she’d stop doing 40 pounds ago. She gave up when her rolls proved to be too much of an obstacle.
Carrie was wide-eyed and red faced. “Oh it’s just a standard question, I didn’t mean anything by it. Um, let’s skip that one. Your mother was kind enough to forward your reports from your last gym.”
“That’s my mother,” Ellie smiled as she reached into her workout bag and pulled out a snickers bar. “For energy,” she said after taking a large bite while Carrie looked on with wider eyes.
“Um, okay,” Carrie, continued. “It says here that your last goal was to loose at least 40 pounds. Do you want to keep that goal?”
“That was probably my mother’s goal. Next question.” Ellie said as she finished the chocolate bar.
“Well,” Carrie started, “how about we just do a weigh in and head right to the gym. I see here when you started at the last gym you were 160…” Carries voice trailed off as she looked up at the now much larger Ellie.
Ellie slowly got up from the chair, “I bet my mom would love to see me at 160 now,” Ellie said with a mischievous smile as she rubbed her fat belly. “Let’s see the damage.”
Ellie stepped up on the scale and Carrie started sliding the manual weights over to get a reading. Ellie smiled as Carrie moved larger weights over. “Okay,” Carrie said as the scale started to balance out. “We’re looking at 265.” She looked up at Ellie apologetically, as though she had somehow made the number so high.
Ellie was a little surprised. She knew she was well over two hundred pounds but she had thought she was probably up to around 230. “Nice round number,” was all Ellie said as she stepped down and headed out to the gym. Carrie paused to write down Ellie’s weight and glanced over at the form from the old gym. She looked at the date of the last weigh in and did some quick math.
Carrie let out a whistle as the answer came to her. “That was about 14 months ago.” She watched Ellie waddle out to the gym and wondered what she had gotten herself into.
“How about we start on the inclined bike Ellie,” Carrie said with a smile.
“Oh, they used to always start me on the tread mill,” Ellie said surprised.
“Well the tread mill can be hard on the knees for someone who weighs as… I mean someone of your, you see the inclined bike takes a lot of weight off…” Carrie struggled to explain as politically correct as she could.
Ellie let her flounder a bit then interjected, “I get it. You’re worried someone as fat as me will hurt their knees. Okay lets try this bike.”
Ellie got on the bike and laughed at Carrie. “I don’t know Carrie, I feel like there’s a lot of weight on my knees.” Ellie smiled as she jiggled her belly that was resting on her fat thighs. Her feet were still on the floor and it didn’t look like she’d be able to peddle the bike with all of that belly fat in the way.
“We may have to move the seat back a bit for you,” Carrie said as Ellie slowly got up from the low bike. Carrie adjusted the seat as far back as it would go and Ellie tried again. With the seat back Ellie was reclined enough that less of her belly rested on her thighs, but it was quite a stretch for her short, plump legs to reach the pedals. Ellie tentatively pumped the pedals and laughed as her belly bobbed up and down.
“How does that feel Ellie?” Carrie asked with a smile.
“Like exercise,” Ellie replied.