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My Fat Roommate
🕑 Added 2018-07-19 15:01:00 +0000 UTC At the end of May I posted a short story that I wrote in 30 minutes. I used it as a way to just get my writing flowing, to make way for some real stories. I was feeling stuck again, so I decided to do it again. I was only going to write for 30 minutes, but I wasn't quite done at that point, so I went for an hour. If you didn't know, writing takes a long time, it's enjoyable, which is why I do it. But the polished pieces, you can just imagine how long they take. Each pass gets quicker and quicker, but they do take a good amount of time.Anyways, I'm getting off topic. I'd always liked the idea of a skinny roommate getting fattened up, so that's where this one came from. I think it works well for only being done in an hour. At the end I say their adventure continues, but I don't have any plans for it to. I just wanted to picture them continuing their overeating ways for many years to come.
My Fat Roommate
I never had any fat friends before. So when I got to college my freshman year and I find out my college roommate could only be described at fat, I was a little out of my comfort zone. Despite our weight differences we really hit it off well. We had a lot of the same interests, and I found her to be really cool, way to nail it student housing group!
I had all sorts of preconceived notions about fat chicks, you know just from stuff people say and what you see online. I always thought all fat chicks didn’t care about their appearance, and were just lazy, but Stella proved all of that wrong. She was just like all the other girl friends I have had, she was just fat. It was like it wasn’t a big deal.
The one difference though was she did like to eat. It was no surprise she was as big as she was. The cafeteria was like her stomping ground. She loved going there and filling up at every meal. I routinely joined her, as I was a good roommate, but I was always shocked at how much she could eat.
All the cafeteria trips didn’t do me any favors though and I found that I had gained that dreaded freshman 15 a lot quicker than I anticipated. Stella had my back though. Stella wasn’t shy about bringing up her weight, using the comparison between us to tell me I had nothing to worry about. Compared to her size, 15 lbs was nothing, and truthfully that’s how it felt.
Stella was the best roommate I could have asked for. She was always paying me compliments, and being supportive. Even after that first batch of pound when I need to get some better fitting clothes, Stella was the only one who could find something affordable that looked super cute on me. She was a life saver. And we had so much fun together, this felt like what college was supposed to. Creating lifelong bonds with people, going to parties, and just having fun.
Stella’s idea of fun though was always a good meal. She loved going out to restaurants, and ordering take out, and especially taking advantage of all you can eat at the cafeteria. She always took her closest gal pal, me, around with her on eating adventures, and I soon felt like I was eating around the clock with my new roommate.
Stella being a fat girl knew really how to enjoy food, so I felt like not only was I getting a college education, I was getting lessons in how to enjoy cuisine. And I had to admit I was really liking it. What I wasn’t liking was the tightness of my waistband or my bra straps. It felt like every trip to the mall food court was also a trip to pick up a few new things for my closet. I knew I had packed on the freshman 15, but I didn’t know how many more pounds I had gained after that.
By the end of freshman year I was feeling pretty fluffy. I was soft all over, when before I was mostly skin and bones. I knew it had to do with all of my participation in Stella’s eating adventure, but I was having too much fun to stop. Who cared if I got a little chubby?
Stella convinced me to get a place with her for the summer, while we couldn’t live on campus. It sounded a lot better than living with my parents for the summer, so I jumped at the idea. We’d need to find a job to pay the rent, but that was easily remedied when Stella got us both interviews at a local fast food joint. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills, and of course we got free grub. The greasy burgers and fries were not either of our ideas of a great meal, but we couldn’t complain, it was all free.
Stella would come home all the time from her shift with two heavy bags of burgers, one for each of us. I don’t know how she always convinced them to cook up so many burgers right at the end of her shift, but I was always so hungry that I never turned the offer down.
That was another thing. I started to feel this hunger I never had before. I knew what hunger felt like, but this was different. I had cravings I was not used to. Sometimes it was for sweets, sometimes it was for something more savory, but it’s was getting more and more often.
The school year started back up in the fall and Stella and I moved back on campus. Things played out much like they did the year prior, and I felt like when ever I was out of class I was constantly eating. Now that we had jobs, we had a little extra money to grocery shop with. I’d pack my book bag with candy bars to eat on my way to and from class, or load up on snack cakes to give my brain fuel while I studied at the library.
We were still eating greasy burgers all week, but we also had the cafeteria to satisfy our hunger throughout the day. Stella of course never shy to take an opportunity to chomp down on something.
I had noticed Stella had packed on quite a few pounds as well. She was a big girl when I met her, but everything about her looked fuller and softer these days. She had a nice full rack, that was looking even more inflated these days. Her belly was quite big, but it hung out in front of her, giving her a nice smooth profile curve. Her rear and lower half was probably what was most stunning about her. She was wide and juicy that is for sure. The thick legs led up to some very flared hips and an ass so bubbly that she could do some destruction with it if she wanted.
I was pretty jealous of her curves. It was no surprise that I had put on some serious pounds and had gotten quite soft. I told myself I didn’t mind being chubby, but I was leaving chubby in the past. I had a hard time telling just how fat I was, I could just feel a layer of flab all over my body. My arms were soft and had some sag to them now, my neck was thick and plush, even my fingers felt squishy.
But it didn’t stop me eating like a cow at all hours of the day. Stella was more than happy to have a partner in eating, and I was doing a great job. Day by day all that excess food found it’s way on my frame, pound by pound. I didn’t even look in the mirror, afraid at what I’d see. I just kept eating like I was, denying that I was just continuing to get bigger and bigger.
But one day it had gone too far. Sophomore and junior year seemed to go by in the blink of an eye and soon I found myself a senior, just two semesters away from graduation. My out of control eating had not stopped, and I was constantly giving into my rapid hunger.
I had outgrown so much clothing it as mind boggling. And on this fateful day I was standing in my bra and underwear, which I had just recently purchased by the way, surrounded by clothes that I couldn’t get to fit. Last night Stella and I had gone to an all you can eat home country buffet, and we had both eaten until we were ready to explode. I must have packed on five more pounds of fat after that, because I couldn’t make anything look remotely decent.
I had gotten to the point where I could share clothes with Stella pretty easily now. Since she had packed on quite a bit of weight over the course of college, she had plenty of hand-me-downs that were now fitting me. Well they had been, not so much anymore.
“Stella, I can’t find anything to wear? You got anything I can borrow?” I said as I slowly waddled around the corner to her side of the room.
“Sure thing girly. This top should fit you, I just picked it up and it fits great on me.” Awesome, now I had to borrow stuff that Stella was getting for herself. I really was a fat ass. I threw the shirt over my head and squeezed it over my knockers. Trying to see where it fell on my belly was a challenge as it had gotten so big.
“How does it look?” I asked my wide roommate to assess me. She gave me a concerned look, which instantly made my throat drop.
“Sorry girly, it doesn’t quite fit, you’ve got some belly showing still.” She said as she placed both of her hands on my lowest belly roll.
“Oh my god, I’ve gotten so fat…” I said defeated. Stella tried to say something to cheer me up by I had to stop her. “No like really Stell, I’ve gotten incredibly fat, fatter than I thought was possible. Look at me, I’m huge. I feel bad saying it, but I remember freshman year when I saw you I thought you were pretty darn fat, and you’ve gained what? Like 100 lbs or more these past few years? And I’m bigger than you.”
“Well it’s just your gut hun. You know I’m more of a backside girl, I mean look at this wide booty. At least you don’t have one of these.” Stella making a valid point, but not convincing enough.
“Still though, my belly is so big I can’t cover it with the biggest shirt we own. I bet if we got on a scale I’d weight more than you, I’m just that much of a fat ass. But you know what it doesn’t matter, I can’t stop myself, I’m hungry even now. I’m only going to get fatter. The only thing left to do is embrace it.” Stella gave me some cheering encouragement before I continued. “The gloves are off Stella, lets go hog wild!” I said, more excited about this than anything in my life before.
“I’m with ya girly!” She cheered. “But we do need to get one thing straight, I’m the one with the fat ass. You need to find our own fat shaming nickname.” She laughed. We both hugged it out, well as best we could, before agreeing that we needed to fill our fat bellies. I wore the undersized shirt to the cafeteria, and we ate until we couldn’t bring ourselves to get up from our seats.
At the end of the year we were by far the largest girls in our graduating class. Walking land whales is what I liked to call us, going across the stage to receive our diplomas. Together we were well over a half ton of poundage, and we liked it that way. And just because college was over did not mean our adventure was over, not in the least.
