This choice: Uma begins to rub off on Reagan in a big way... • Go Back... Reagan trying to make Uma less like Uma and more like Reagan meant that there were two people around to encourage Reagan's worst habits.
Sure, not the Gadfly tendencies that had lead to this development in the first place. Uma was never going to be down with Reagan messing with people like that (except maybe Audrey, and only once in a while!). But as far as everything else? The sleeping late, the skipping class, Reagan's tendency to veg out in front of the TV for hours on end while staring at her phone and watching videos? Uma had very quickly become all about that lifestyle. Coming home from work, plopping down on the couch, and pigging out on her favorite snacks sounded great to the new and improved Uma.
And therein lies the issue.
Because as much as Reagan had hated Uma's bragging about her physique and nagging everyone else about theirs, Uma was probably the only person in the Fordham house who could push Reagan to do anything—even if it was by pissing her off. So without the Old Uma to get onto her about her eating habits, and without the Old Uma to tease her about how soft she was getting, and without the Old Uma to whistle and shout "daaaaaaaaamn that ass is fat." before giving her a firm thwack across the ass cheek, Reagan wasn't going to stop doing what she liked to do.
And she liked to do a lot of the same things that the New Uma liked to do.
"What're we DoorDashing today? M'starved, Oomy."
"URAAAAAAAAAAAAAP... phew... made room for another beer."
"Fuck. I'm still hungry. Audrey's about to come home, right? Think we could get her to go through the drive-thru?"
And between the two of them, a sort of feedback loop had been created; one where Reagan would suggest a lazy, indulgent, or lazy and indulgent idea, and then Uma would agree to it. Sometimes finding ways to make it more indulgent and or lazy. And then Reagan would double down on it now that she had someone to readily give her external validation, and they would be indulgent and lazy together.
Constantly.
"You wanna pass me another plate? I know you brought extras, fatass."
"Y'all got a minifridge you're throwing out, right? Do you think it could mysteriously wind up in my room?"
"Shit... lemme... untuck... make some room..."
And while Reagan was immensely proud of the changes that she had helped to foster and condition in her roommate, turning her from a fit (if somewhat soft) athlete into a doughy brown butterball, she had not forseen how having someone around that she a) got along with swimmingly once her negative traits had been bred out of her, and b) encouraged her to be lazy, pushed food on her, and enabled her in kind would have backfired.
And boy, had it backfired spectacularly.
***
"Reagan, are you seriously out of breath from coming down the stairs?"
"You don't... phew... how do you know I'm Reagan?" the robust redhead wheezed, "I could be Phoebe. You don't know."
"Yeah. Okay." Audrey scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Another day off?"
"Yeah... class was canceled." Lying used to come as easily to Reagan as breathing, but these stairs had made breathing a lot harder, "Professor's still sick."
"Mhmm." Audrey looked her little sister up and down, "Okay. If you say so."
The only person who used to call Reagan out for her bullshit was Uma. Sometimes Ixchel, yes. But only when she heard it. And her fat ass was still asleep on her day off. Audrey was far too good-natured to overtly call her youngest, most mischievous sister a liar, even if she could smell her bullshit from a mile away. As it was, Reagan was contented in pulling the wool over her sister's eyes once again and conning another day out of going to campus.
Besides, she'd missed most of her classes today anyway.
"You and me hangin' out today?" Uma asked with a mouth full of doordash'd breakfast biscuit
"Hell yeah." Reagan's response came husky and thick as she waddled towards the kitchen table, "We gonna finish that series today?"
"I don't work tonight, so yeah, probably." Uma's thick roll of neck squished as she opened her mouth wide to take another bite of biscuit, "Mm—here, gotcha somethin'."
"Ooh~"
Reagan's soft double chin creased as she looked down at the biscuit that Uma had slid over the surface of the table, it bouncing against her belly as it rolled over the edge and onto its surface. Reagan's soft, squishy biceps fought for space in her biggest shirt against her fleshy poundcake breasts. Already winning the war against her sleeves, the redhead's arms quivered as she hastily unwrapped what would almost assuredly be only the first entry in her eleven 'o' clock breakfast.
Without much coercion, Reagan was happy to get off of her feet. Only five minutes of standing up and walking down stairs had left her with chub rub to spare from last night's. Plopping her fat ass down on the dining room chair beneath her, she could feel her expansive cheeks squish and roll against the spindles that made up the back. Her freckled backfat hugged her sleep shirt tight, outlining just how doughy not only her lower half had gotten, but her whole body.
She was two bites in before she had even gotten comfortable. But luckily for her, the New and Improved Uma always ordered enough for the two of them to split comfortably.
"Thish is good." Reagan's cheek bulged with bacon, egg, cheese, and flour, "You get any sausage ones?"
"Sure did—shit... I think there's one more in here..."
To Audrey, who had known the two hog blossoms seated across from one another for a good majority of her life (with an obvious skew in Reagan's case) was kind of surreal. It had felt like yesterday that Reagan was out clubbing and hooking up with guys. And Uma had always been lazy, but she'd never had a weight problem before. Sure, she'd started packing it on, but the two of them together...
Wow, this was just a recipe for disaster. Even the good-natured Audrey could see that the two of them spending almost every day plopped out on the couch and spreading like chunky pads of butter across the couch (and their own) cushions was beginning to take its toll.
Just when the two of them had started to go off the deep end like this, Audrey wasn't sure. They had both put on a lot of weight (which was really saying something in this house) but looking at them now, seated across from each other and scooted back so that the table didn't cut into their guts, it was clear that...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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