You contemplate eating it anyway but you decide that there might be some scraps of food left in the house. You leave Gina in the truck and enter your house. There appears to be nothing in the kitchen but you remember that your sister always kept a stash of sweets in her room for her bad days. Usually you don't go into any of your siblings' rooms but you need something to eat. In the back of her closet you find several boxes of girlscout cookies and a few bag of skittles. You put them in a plastic grocery bag and walked back out to the truck snaking. You find Gina on her back on the floor covered in melted rock road. "I spilled a little icecream on the floor and slipped." she said. You grab her blubbery wrist and start to pull her up. You struggled to even get her off the ground a little but just when you were making progress her foot slid once more putting her right back on the floor. "Can you just feed me from here" Gina asked politely. You sigh, stuff you mouth with as many oreos that could fit, and pour buckets of liquid ice cream down her throat. Your first few tries end with spilling a quarter of the icecream on her, but a few buckets in you have perfect aim. Two hours later Gina had single handedly eaten her way through an entire ice cream truck. Her body was now covered in a new layer of fat pushing her towards the 650 pound mark. Her shirt was splitting at the sides and only served the purpose as a bra now, while her shorts had become skin tight. "OK it looks like you emptied the truck." you said while finishing off the rest of your sister's stash. Gina replied drowsily "Perfect timing, I'm starting to get sleepy. The two of you put together a joint effort to drag her to the back of the truck. She hung her legs over the edge of the truck and with your aid she pulled herself into a sitting position and then to her feet. Once inside the house you heave yourself up a few stair steps. "I don't think I can handle the stairs right now." she said with a yawn. She lumbered into the living room and dropped onto the couch, resulting in a series of loud creaks. For a moment it seamed like the couch was going to collapse. You follow her and fall asleep on a recliner.