FAT FICTION | Chapter 12 - The Weight of a Different World (Patreon)

Several teammates entered laughing. They took one look at Emily and Jess and stop dead in their tracks. Words turned to gasps. 

How were they going to explain this? Thought Jess. 

One girl, who both of them knew as Tanya stepped forward. A look of shock and disgust on her face. 

“Umm… who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing on our changing room?”

“Tanya! It’s me! Emily! The weirdest thing just happened! You’ve got to help…”

“BUUUUUURP!” Jess belched loudly. She didn’t mean to. She didn’t even see it coming. A chubby hand and wobbly arm reached up and covered her mouth. As it did so her whole body jiggled wildly.  

Emily swung around to her friend in fright. Her mammoth body moving in waves of fat that slapped together audibly. 

“What did you do that for?” she said accusatorially. 

Jess looked at her and shrugged. Her huge tits rising and falling onto her belly with a loud ‘slap!’ of their own. 

Emily was about to say more when…

“THRUMMMMMP!” a loud fart escaped her enormous arse. She felt the flesh of it ripple and once again her whole body moved in fattened waves. 

The smell was awful. Emily felt her face flush red with embarrassment.

The group of girls in front of them started to cough and gag. 

“What the actual fuck?” they heard one of them say. 

Covering her mouth and nose, Tanya raised her voice in anger. “Urgh! Listen I don’t know who the fuck you two land whales are… I certainly don’t know any Emily’s. But if you’re not out of here in 5 minutes, I’m calling the caretaker and I’ll have you escorted off campus.”

“We’re sorry,” said Jess lowering her hand. “It’s a hot day, we were sweaty. We just needed to shower and cool down.” 

That’s not accurate. Thought Emily, absentmindedly scratching her enormous sagging gut. 

Or maybe it was? She did feel awfully hot and sweaty. Even after they had showered. Wait! No! The cave! 

But before she could explain, Tanya spoke again. 

“Five minutes! And for the love of God, cover yourselves.” She turned to the others. “Have you ever seen anything so disgusting!” She marched out, the others following. As they left, the two girls heard one of them say. 

“I think I know them, I’ve seen them hiding out in the back of the library. They’re just as gross with their clothes on!”

“How could anyone let themselves get like that? The sight of them! Urgh! Ill be lucky to sleep again.”

Their cruel voices faded behind the changing room doors.

Emily and Jess stood there. Naked. In stunned silence.

Emily’s heart pounded.

“They didn’t recognise us.”

“That’s not difficult. I don’t recognise us,” said Jess, lifting her gut and impressed that it took both hands. 

“No, I mean, they didn’t know us, Jess. Like we’re not part of the team. Like… they saw us like THIS and assumed we’d always been like this.” 

“Makes sense,” said Jess with a chuckle. “Fatties like us aren’t making it very far on the track.”

Emily didn’t have the mental fortitude to hear her friend clearly right then. No matter how strange a thing it was to say. 

Because they weren’t fatties. Right?

They were athletes. 

Right?

Emily looked down at her own huge body. She certainly didn’t feel or look athletic right now. 

But something bigger was playing on her mind. 

No one found they appearance strange.

But it was worse then that. No one remembered them differently.

Jess grabbed Emily’s arm hard enough to sink into inches of plush fat.

“Emily…”

Emily could barely breathe.

The world had changed around them.

Or perhaps the cave had changed them inside the world itself.

Memories flickered strangely in her mind now:late-night pizzas,broken desk chairs,college students teasing them

the constant feeling of always being hungry.

False memories.

Yet they felt real.

Jess slowly looked down at her body.

Then back at Emily.

And despite the fear in her eyes…

There was something else too..

Something fascinating.

Her huge stomach growled loudly.

Emily felt it too.

A deep, endless hunger taking seed inside her transformed body while steam from the showers curled softly through the air.

Emily stared at the team photos on the bulletin board in numb disbelief. It confirmed her worst fears.

They weren’t there.

She closed her eyes and in her memory she saw replacement photos. Not on the bulletin board, but stuck to the dresser mirror in her dorm.

There she was.

Huge.

In every picture.

Not just chubby, not merely overweight, but fantastically massive. An ocean of blonde softness overflowing campus benches, folding into cafeteria booths, smiling lazily beside Jess with milkshakes in their hands.

Jess snatched a photo off the wall.

“This can’t be real.”

But her voice lacked conviction now.

Because memories were already shifting..

Emily clutched her head. Just an hour ago she’d been a disciplined runner who tracked her weight and steps obsessively.

Now strange thoughts kept bleeding through:late-night drive-thrus,skipping class to nap,laughing while splitting entire pizzas with Jess,quitting fat to fit club because walking across campus felt like enough exercise.

The locker room door opened again.

Three college girls walked in carrying yoga mats.

They stopped immediately.

“Oh my God,” one muttered.

Another wrinkled her nose. “Seriously? Can you girls at least wear towels?”

Emily’s face burned scarlet.

What didn’t seem real moments ago was beginning to feel like a cold harsh reality. 

Only now did she realize how exposed they were.

Her gigantic breasts pooled into her lap completely uncovered. Her stomach spread massively across the her thighs. Every movement made her body jiggle visibly.

Jess tried grabbing a nearby towel.

It barely covered half her body.

“Oh no,” Jess snorted suddenly.

Emily stared at her in horror.

Jess was laughing.

“What’s funny?!”

“This!” Jess wheezed. “It looks like a hand towel!”

Despite herself, Emily glanced down.

Jess was right.

The tiny white towel only reached halfway around her immense body.

And somehow that only made Jess laugh harder.

Emily couldn’t believe it.

“How are you not freaking out right now?!”

“I am freaking out,” Jess said, still giggling breathlessly. “But also… this is objectively ridiculous.”

One of the yoga girls scoffed loudly. “Maybe if you two spent less time at the diner and more time exercising…”

Jess flipped her off instantly.

The girls hurried away.

Emily crossed her arms over her chest miserably. “They’re right.”

Jess opened her mouth…

then hesitated.

Because part of her thought they were right too.

Not about being disgusting.

About the diner part.

A sudden vivid memory hit her:sharing loaded fries with Emily in a booth after midnight,both of them squeezed hip-to-hip,laughing while the waitress automatically brought extra fries because “you girls always ask for more.”

Jess blinked hard.

Why did that memory feel so real?

“Emily,” she said slowly, “we need to go back.”

Emily nodded immediately.

“To the waterfall… to the cave.”

Before either of them could think too hard about it, they waddled toward the locker rows.

Waddled.

There was no other word for it now.

Their bodies simply weren’t built for graceful movement anymore. Their thighs rubbed thunderously together while their massive stomachs bounced heavily with every step.

Emily felt sweat forming already.

“We used to run twenty miles,” she whispered.

Jess smirked weakly. “I think running’s off the table now.”

Instinctively, they stopped in front of two lockers they knew, in this reality contained their clothes and opened them.

Emily’s stomach dropped.

Inside were neatly folded outfits in sizes she’d never imagined wearing.

5X leggings.

Stretchy tops.

Gigantic panties.

Jess lifted a pair of floral leggings.

“…These are kinda cute.”

Emily looked horrified. “Cute?! Jess, they’re circus tent sized!”

“But soft.”

Jess rubbed the fabric between her chubby fingers thoughtfully.

The worst part was how naturally she dressed herself afterward. The leggings stretched lovingly over her huge thighs and broad hips while the oversized sweater clung to her enormous chest and rounded belly comfortably.

And she did look…

Cute.

Plush.

Cuddly.

Emily hated that thought immediately.

But when she forced herself into her own clothes, she couldn’t deny how well they fit either. The black leggings hugged her massive hips while a long burgundy sweater draped over her belly in a way that felt weirdly flattering.

Jess grinned. “See?”

Emily glared. “Stop adapting!”

“I’m not adapting!”

A pause.

“…I just don’t think we can stand around naked forever.”

That was fair.

Still, Emily noticed Jess checking herself out in the mirror a little too long afterward.

The parking lot brought new humiliation.

Jess’s little hatchback sat low before they even got inside.

“Oh, this is bad,” Emily muttered.

Getting in became an ordeal.

Their hips barely fit through the doors. Their thighs crushed against steering columns and dashboards. Seatbelts disappeared entirely beneath stomach rolls.

Once both girls finally settled into place, the car groaned alarmingly.

Jess burst out laughing again.

Emily buried her face in her hands.

“This is my nightmare.”

Jess wiped tears from her eyes. “Okay, but you have to admit it’s a little funny.”

“It stopped being funny when I needed momentum to stand up.”

Still laughing quietly, Jess started the car.

The drive back toward Blackthorn Woods should have been tense.

Instead something strange happened.

The longer they sat together in the warm car, the more natural everything started feeling.

The softness.

The fatness.

Even the way their bodies spread comfortably across the seats.

Emily hated how good it felt not sucking in her stomach anymore.

About twenty minutes later, Jess suddenly perked up.

“Oh!”

“What?”

“The diner.”

Emily looked up.

A familiar neon sign glowed beside the highway: Rosie’s Diner.

Instantly, both girls fell silent.

Then both stomachs growled loudly.

Jess bit her lip.

“We should probably eat before hiking.”

“Hiking?” Emily said weakly. “At our size?”

“…Very short hiking.”

Emily should have objected.

Instead she found herself staring longingly at the sign.

Another memory surfaced: splitting pies and shakes here after classes, arguing over mozzarella sticks, a waitress calling them “my favorite growing girls.”

Growing… it shouldn’t be taken as a compliment, but she felt a strange buzz around that word. A thrill.

Jess turned into the parking lot automatically.

Neither questioned it.

Ten minutes later, the two women sat on bar stools at the counter. It was a struggle climbing on to them, but both were struck by the memory of outgrowing the booths a couple of years ago as soon as they approached one.

 A waitress smiled warmly.

“The usual girls?”

Jess answered instantly.

“Please.”

Emily blinked.

The waitress didn’t even write it down.

Within minutes, the counter was filled: burgers, loaded fries, fried pickles, milkshakes, mozzarella sticks, a basket of buttery biscuits.

Emily stared.

“We… come here a lot?”

Jess nodded slowly.

“I think…”

Then the smell hit them.

Hot fat and grease.

Fresh bread.

Sweet strawberry milkshake.

Emily picked up a fry almost unconsciously.

The first bite melted across her tongue.

And suddenly nothing else felt important anymore.

“Oh my God,” she moaned softly.

Jess had already demolished half a burger.

The girls ate with frightening familiarity.

There was no delicate nibbling. No conscious thought to the amount they were packing away.

The urge to taste and devour everything wiped all other thoughts away.

They leaned over the counter breathing hard between bites while their bellies pressed against the edge. Grease shined on their lips. Milkshakes vanished rapidly.

And the more they ate…

…the fuzzier their old memories became.

Running at dawn.

Protein shakes.

Calorie counting.

It all felt exhausting now.

Why would anyone bother?

Jess sucked cheese from her thumb thoughtfully. “Weren’t we doing something today?”

Emily frowned.

“Mm.”

A long pause.

Then she shrugged and grabbed another mozzarella stick.

“Must not’ve been important.”

Outside, evening settled softly over the highway.

Inside the diner, the two enormous women laughed together while ordering dessert, neither noticing how completely natural it already felt to be huge, obese, super fat women. spending the weekend, and every weekend since they got to college, exactly this way.