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“Ugg,” Courtney sighed, rolling her eyes before sneaking another handful of French fries from the warming bin. “Will this shift ever end?” Courtney frowned as she looked out into the empty restaurant and through the glass doors that showed the darkened, sleepy town. Already battened down for the coming winter weather. Courtney was bored. And when she was bored she ate. Shaking her head as she caught her hand helping itself to more of the fries. She shouldn’t be eating any of these stupid fries. And not just because it was against policy. Her other hand drifted to her waist where her softening form could be felt pressing against her uniform shirt. Thankfully the cumbersome belt that she wore so that she could work the drive-thru somewhat hid her soft paunch, but it did nothing about the increasingly tight waistband of her unforgiving pants. She cursed them every time she pulled them on. The unforgiving, cheap, polyester material had little to no give. “Courtney!” She was startled out

When we were first introduced I didn’t like him. Amber, my best friend, since like forever, had brought him by to meet me. I knew she was head over heels for him from all the times we had talked or texted since they met. I had to admit, part of me was at least a little jealous. He was replacing me as the most important person in Amber’s life. Guys had never come between us before and now it was happening. I didn’t even think he was going to be her type to be honest. The way she described him as some sort of tech start-up guy, just didn’t sound like the usual football player or athlete that Amber and I usually went after. Even while we were in college together she had never shown any interest in someone nerdy. It wasn’t until she sent me a picture of him that I could see he was fairly good looking. Not a super hunk like I always imagined her ending up with, but at least cute. Since finishing school Amber had done a little modeling on the West Coast and had even met celebrities and

"Look," Jack said as he took his wife's chubby hands in his. "I'm heading out with the rest of the team tonight, but you'll be out there with me in a few days. Remember. It's a vacation for us. Warm weather. Baseball. Room service. We can just relax and enjoy ourselves. No frowny faces okay?" Anna finally started to smile. "It will be nice," she admitted and Jack thought she finally looked happier. It had taken a little convincing, but Jack finally got Anna to agree to meet him on the West Coast trip. He sort of knew she wanted to go, but she was becoming more and more unwilling to leave the house. And this trip especially was taking more and more effort to convince her every year. But Jack was sure she'd enjoy herself like she always did and he still wanted to spend time with her whenever he could. So when he was given word that he was being called up for the whole trip he thought it was the perfect chance for them to get away together. The first game was too short

“What are you up to? It’s like three in the morning.” “This stupid belly,” Anna replied stepping back from the fridge. “You know how it gets. It’s not going to let me sleep until I find something for it.” The light flooded over her as she looked through the fridge. She greedily took a bite from a turkey leg and continued looking. “I thought there was still some pumpkin pie?” “I think that disappeared before you went to bed.” Jack said, as he looked Anna over. The stark light highlighted Anna’s belly as she continued to look through the fridge. Her pajamas, probably designed to be modest, looked anything but as her doughy middle bulged out and over the now skin tight bottoms. The top, purposely a little short to show off some skin, was bunched up as Anna’s always growing midriff exposed itself. The buttons strained to hold together over what little of her belly they covered and her chest. Since it was sleeveless, Anna’s full upper arms were revealed. Soft and toneless. Jack watched as

“What’s all this?” Jack asked as he came into the living room. “I give up,” Anna mumbled through what looked to be a mouthful of greasy cheesesteak. “Give up what? What’s going on Anna?” “I can’t be who I thought I was,” she mumbled again before shoving another bite into her mouth. Jack sat beside her on the couch where she was sitting, leaning forward while eating. She was still somewhat clad in the workout gear she had worn earlier in the day. Her tight shorts were off letting her fattened thighs bulge out. She had ditched the socks, letting her chubby thighs and feet free. Her stretched t-shirt was still on, barely encasing her softened upper arms and chest, but Anna had let it ride up, exposing her soft, round belly and love handles. In fact it was mostly bunched up under her breasts, almost exposing a second role of fat that seemed to form right under her chest. Jack put his hand on her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice, she just took another bite and then reached for a

She’d done it again. Anna sat on one of the wooden benches in the gym and tried to catch her breath. Ignoring her better judgment, Anna had once again gorged herself on fattening donuts. This time polishing off the full dozen before lunch. Thankfully she was wearing stretchy leggings and a billowy top, but still she could feel waistband pressing into her still full stomach. She was supposed to meet with Ms. Potts to discuss her extension. She knew she had been expected to get herself back into shape before taking on the role of Health and Fitness instructor, but it hadn’t happened. In fact, Anna had only managed to get bigger. She could feel the weight of her belly as it sagged onto her thighs. She just couldn’t seem to get her appetite under control. Even sitting there with her fattened belly stuffed full of donuts, her waistband squeezing her soft body and her belly forcing her legs apart as its weight pushed it down, she found herself staring at the nearby vending machine and

“Ugg, what am I doing?” Anna sighed to herself. Jack had been gone for almost four weeks and despite her vows to get back into her exercise routine she had accomplished nothing. In fact with Jack and his healthier eating habits out of the house, Anna’s diet had deteriorated even further. Her days consisted of a run through a drive thru for a creamy latte to get her going, along with whatever looked tempting on the menu that morning. After work she made sure to put in any client’s supplement orders before finding some of the previous night's leftovers in the fridge or, as was becoming more and more the norm, if no leftovers were available she would simply order in again. Even though she still favoured her loose, flowing pants, and smock-like tops, Anna had to admit they were getting a little uncomfortable around the waist. If she overdid it at lunch and then added any break room treats to her already full tummy, it was all she could do to not unbutton her pants in class. Her pants