This choice: Skylar kind of likes being not being the "Fat" sister anymore... • Go Back... As much as this had begun as a labor of love on Holly’s part, things between the two sisters had very subtly changed over the course of her weight gain.
After graduation and after she’d gotten a job, Skylar had been able to find a successful social circle outside of the house. Her steadily shrinking figure and the fact that her mama hadn’t been berating her left and right (thanks to Holly’s handy distraction that had rapidly grown out of hand) meant that her malnourished sense of self had begun to bloom—all the while Holly, who had spent nearly her whole life being the “pretty sister” and not having to work hard at all to get people to like her, was suddenly facing an uphill battle on all things related to charm.
And she was definitely not suited to go up hills anymore.
“You’re lookin’ good, Skye.”
“Thank you!” Skylar said with rare, genuine pride in her voice before adding, “You, uh… you too, Holly!”
Even if she hadn’t faltered in her delivery, Skylar would have been able to tell that her sister was lying. For the first time in their adult lives, this was the first time that Holly had ever weighed more than her sister, coming in at a whopping two hundred and fifty pounds of top heavy chunker. The busty brunette hid her stinkeye behind her coffee cup as her sister relished in her “cheat meal”. While Holly’s ass spilled over the sides of the chair beneath her for the first time in her life, Skylar was officially down to yet another new wardrobe!
“So… I was thinkin’…” Holly said with deliberation, “You, uh… you’ve got that personal trainer gal, right?”
“Yeah…?”
Skylar slurped on the most caloric drink that she’d had in weeks, a caramel Frappuccino with two percent milk. It was even a tall! She was so proud of herself every time she resisted the call of the Venti cup, not quite catching that Holly had fallen victim to it by merit of her own newfound cravings for sugar.
“Do you think that maybe I could come work out with y’all at some point?” Holly asked unsurely, almost sheepishly, as her fat ass squirmed in the chair beneath her, “I’m lookin’ to get back in shape…”
Now that I’m a cow and gettin’ screamed at ‘bout how big I am while you shrink down into little miss perfect.
And for some reason—one that Skylar didn’t quite understand at that moment—Skylar began to seize up. Not violently, but just a little… twitch… at the thought of Holly coming to work out with her and her trainer. At losing weight. At things going back to like they had been, with Holly being the skinny perfect sister and her being the…
“I-I don’t know Hol, Riley’s kind of a hardass when it comes to my routine!” Skylar smiled uncomfortably as she tried to convince her sister to abandon ship, “A-And besides, you look great! The extra weight suits you!”
“Like hell it does.” Holly grumbled and rolled her eyes, “I feel like a dang whale—and mama? The less said about how I feel about her lately, the better…”
“I put up with it for years, Holly. I know how she can be.”
“Yeah, but I only started puttin’ on weight because—”
Here, Holly caught herself. The last thing that she wanted was for her sister to blame her for herself for Holly’s current unhappiness. Or worse yet, think that Holly was just lashing out and coming up with excuses as to why she’d fallen so far off of the “thick and busty” wagon and rolled into chunkytown county limits. Then she’d look just like mama, always blaming her weight on everything other than her own shitty habits…
“Just forget it, alright?” Holly pulled away, “I’ll find my own personal trainer, or whatever…”
And with that awkward note, their first sisterly outing in far too long ended with Holly hauling herself to her feet, pulling at the leggings that had ridden down her meaty ass, and wiggle-waddling her way to her pickup…
***
“Ungrateful…” Holly swallowed a mouthful of chicken salad as her exposed stomach was chilled by the fridge around it, “…fuckin’…”
Holly had lost track of how long she’d been there last night. She couldn’t sleep. Not when she was upset. And she’d always been a comfort eater, even before all this. Before she’d turned herself into a such a pig. And all for a sister who didn’t appreciate it, and was getting too cozy being the thin, pretty sister.
“…don’t even…” Holly scarfed down a big bite of leg from the leftover chicken bucket in the fridge, “…care that I did this all for her…”
In the time that it had taken to expand to blow up into a big cumbersome blimp, Holly’s eating switch had been turned to “on”. It was how she reacted to all of her problems now, and it was getting so far out of control. Ever since that blowup with Skylar earlier, it felt like she’d been eating the whole day away! Drive-thru after drive-thru spent stuffing herself, only to come home and get fussed at by her stupid, drunk, mama about how fuckin’ fat she was…
“Just… tryin’ to… live my fuckin’ life y’all…”
Holly ate faster, seemingly intent on either emptying the fridge or filling her stomach to maximum capacity. Her eyes glazed over as instincts took over—had she always been like this, deep down? Just like her mama? Just like Skylar used to be before Holly sacrificed…
“Hff… fuckin’… show them…” Holly mumbled stupidly through mouthfuls, “Gonna… drop this… mphm… weight and… and…”
The sounds of Holly’s further comfort-feasting drowned out any further insistence that might have paid into the idea of her turning this around any time soon.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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