Audrey, unimpressed with her roommates' vulgar displays of gluttony, could only shake her head. Despite being the "Mom" of the Fordham household, Audrey was slow to lecture her friends. She was, at heart, a people pleaser more than anything. She always disliked how Chel would blast K-Pop from her bedroom. Audrey despised how Phoebe turned errand runs into shopping marathons. And she couldn't stand Uma and Reagan's inability to keep a schedule. But she ignored every imperfection to keep the peace. But whatever phase Uma and Reagan had entered was unacceptable.
The two heavyweights of the house tore through their makeshift breakfast buffet at such a frenetic pace it was as hypnotizing as it was revolting. No sooner did one butter-soaked biscuit disappear through their crumb-strewn craws than another materialized in their pudgy hands. The desperate sound of unrestrained gluttony, a low din of belches and fatty grunts, echoed throughout the house.
"Hey, urp, Audrey… you going to work?" Reagan muttered through a mouthful of bacon.
"Nope, working from home today." Audrey sighed, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "I've been working for a few hours now, actually."
"Well…like..could you still swing by Triple D's around lunchtime?" Reagan replied, hardly stifling a belch.
Uma managed to draw her attention away from a stack of honey-soaked hashbrowns. "Triple D's? Shit, Rae, Big Smoke is better. Order 30 wings, and they throw in 30 mozzarella sticks."
"Really? That's…URAAAAAAAAAAAAAP… fuckin' crazy." Reagan wheezed, absentmindedly rubbing her engorged middle. "But, like, Triple D's has milkshakes…."
Uma rolled her eyes, pushing her chair back to free her belly. "Audrey can make two trips."
Audrey flashed a pained smile, all too aware they were serious in their request. It was well past time that she put a stop to this. The bespectacled blonde approached the bloated duo with the caution and tone of a kindergarten teacher "Uma? Reagan? I wanted to have a serious chat regarding your eati…."
"Good morning!" Phoebe sang as she shuffled through the kitchen. "Nice to see everyone to start the day!"
"Honey, it's half past 11 o'clock," Audrey replied, a strained smile still present. "Don't you have a lab today?
Phoebe opened the front door and retrieved a large brown bag, the bottom stained with grease. "Yeah, but, like, my professor is sick."
"Funny, a lot that is going around," Audrey replied, giving a hateful stare at the heftier Durant twin.
Phoebe plopped down in a chair across from Reagan, her bubble booty pressing heavily against the creaking wood. From the bag, the airhead retrieved a tall stack of chocolate chip pancakes with bacon. "Plus, my prof tomorrow is going to be sick too, so I got the rest of the week off."
Audrey sighed as she watched her youngest sister dig in. Reagan wasn't putting effort into her lies like she used to, but she still cleared Phoebe's fibs by a mile. The eldest of the Durant clan was going to lecture the smaller of the twins, but upon reflection, she realized that Phoebe wasn't all that small.
Phoebe wore her typical morning attire, pajama shorts and a tank top. But while her shorts used to hide her famous Durant rear, today, the cotton bottoms struggled to reach past Phoebe's monstrous cheeks. While she was no match for Reagan's elephantine derrière, the younger twin's lower half had firmly passed from Instagram thick to downright chubby. An inflated rear was matched with a bulging middle, a pale roll of flesh pushed up the skin-tight top. Each forkful of bacon and dough inflated Phoebe's burgeoning belly, growing increasingly closer to her twin's belt-busting gut. Toned arms replaced with butter-soft flab, sharp jawline only visible when flexed, high cheekbones hidden under a layer of blubber.
Audrey struggled to accept the new reality that Phoebe was two plates away from being another fat girl in a house filled with them. Her reverie was broken by the familiar sound of the twins bickering.
"Hey! No swiping!" Phoebe yelped towards her much bigger sister. "Those aren't for you!"
A red-faced Reagan leaned across the table, fruitlessly reaching for Phoebe's bag as her engorged belly squashed painfully against the table. "Come on! There's, uff, like two burritos in there...."
"Those are mine, you greedy gut," Ixchel remarked from the stairway. Entering the room belly first, a bloated Chel tottered into the room. Quickly taking the last of the food from Reagan's meaty grasp. "If you wanted some, you should have ordered it."
Audrey, again, was stunned at Chel's much more prominent profile. She had always been on the heftier side, but Chel appeared to be twice the woman she used to be. Her starter belly had graduated into a total gut, hanging heavily over the waistband of her black leggings. Meaty breasts spilled over the curve of her stomach, lazily drooping toward the ground.
"Hey, y'all wouldn't even know about Hacienda's breakfast special if it wasn't for us," Uma whined, one hand caressing her gut as the other scooped the last biscuit into her craw.
It wasn't always like this. Chel used to be chubby, not fat. If not skipping breakfast entirely, Phoebe would settle for a slice of toast instead of a trucker-sized meal. Uma used to be a legit elite athlete who saw food only as fuel, not end to itself. And Reagan.... well, she always had a hedonistic streak. But her poison of choice was men, not bacon grease.
Looking down at her near-empty mug, even Audrey had to admit she'd changed. Since high school, Audrey drank her coffee straight, save a few ice cubes in the summer. But somehow, in recent months, her usual order had grown to include two spoonfuls of sugar, a hearty dose of whole milk, and … goodness, was that whipped cream? A quick glance in a mirror confirmed that Audrey had grown along with her housemates. A once reasonably sized chest had grown heavy, each breast reaching pornstar proportions. A generous middle that peaked out from beneath her sweater. And while she had yet to develop the Durant rear, her thighs and buttocks had grown in unison to support her increased size.
This was all too much. It was as if Reagan and Uma's greed had infected the rest of the house, dragging everyone down an endless spiral of binging and gorging. Audrey decided that...
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