It did not take long for Jen to clear her sizable sister out.
"More"
"Sorry Jenny-Benny, Im out" Sarah shrugged with a half-smile at her successful trial-run of her plan to stop herself becoming like Jenny.
It seemed to take a moment for Jen to process the idea that she had no more food. Initial processing over, her brain switched over to how to best get even more food, Jen's stomach, despite its massive payload was grumbling away as if the old Jen had not eaten in weeks. She had food back at hers, lots and lots of food, and she could stop off at the vending machines to last her the journey.
"Hrrrrrngh" Jen grunted, like a Buffalo caught in mud, as she tried to get herself to her feet. Seeing her sister in pain, Sarah jumped, or rather hefted, herself upright and waddled over to give her a hand. Jen pushed down on her legs as Sarah held her arms, after a few tries, and copious amounts of sweat and pained noises from both women, and Jen was out of her chair. Shifting her arm underneath her sisters own gargantuan one, Sarah helped walk her sister towards the door, heading for her scooter.
"A shame I didn't have more to offer Jenny. Maybe next time I should stock up more" Now there was a thought....
"More *huff* would be *pant* nice" Jen wheezed, struggling to keep herself walking. Her massive weight gain had made walking on her own nearly impossible. Help was required if she needed to go anywhere without her scooter. It was lucky (or necessary, depending on how you look at it) that Buttercombe's doors were wide enough for scooters to access its classrooms.
Lowering her titanic sibling onto the scooter, Sarah waved her goodbye as Jen hauled her own meatier arm to reply back. The effort tiring her out further though made the action short lived, as she turned around and headed back towards her cabin, making sure to hit every snack machine en-route.
Jen's gut grumbled like the motor of an industrial machine as she neared her first destination. Slipping a note into the machine she pressed her pudgy digits into the keypad, responding with a coo of joy as an avalanche of treats spewed forth into the dispenser. Piling them into the front basket, she unwrapped a jumbo-sized Chocolate bar (not saying much, as that was the only size the machine stocked) and masticated away as she hit a soda machine.
Her journey continued like this, her basket overflowing, then emptying, then overflowing again, repeating the same cycle until she glimpsed her hut in the distance. It had been changed somewhat since she first moved in. Now sporting a ramp instead of steps, and a considerably wider doorframe after an "incident" and a large extension, due to Jen's large extensions of her own.
Parking her transport within mere steps of her door, Jen scarfed down everything she could. In some idea that she needed as much energy as she could to get her to walk the few paces to her door. Still chewing, Jen heaved, huffed and puffed to shift her monstrous bulk skyward. Failure. Again and again she tried until finally she found herself mobile. Not wanting to take the risk of her knees giving in to her obesity, she waddled to the door as fast as her pillar-like legs would carry her, before fumbling with her keys in one hand, and treats in the other. Her solution simply being to stuff them down her gullet faster.
Her door swung open to reveal her now more luxurious residence. Living in-house at Buttercombe for so long now, she had been privy to a few, perks. Like instead of a mini-fridge, she now had a beast of a fridge, within arms distance of her bed. Steel reinforced chairs, and a walk in shower. Plus various tacky nick-nacks dotted across the hut that she had neither asked for, nor denied.
Collapsing onto her massive bed with a thankful wheeze, Jen wasted no time in attempting to satiate her ravenous appetite.....that is once she got her breath back. A few minutes of catching her breath, (I mean she had actually walked today) and Jen was rummaging around searching for the many pieces of "extra credit" her students had made for her. Massive items of confectionery that were clearly over the top in both size and calorie content.
Grabbing a particularly large and rich looking cheesecake with her sausage-like fingers, Jen dived in.
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