Kate and Jenny

Part 7

Jenny

I was lying in the bed. It must have been around 2 a.m. and I still couldn't fall asleep. Ten days have passed since my midnight feast and the outcome was pretty obvious. I was now sporting a pair of small D's. Unfortunately that's where the positives ended. If I had a hint of a potbelly before, then the night of unrestrained gluttony resulted in that I undisputedly had an actual potbelly for the first time in my life. The soft flesh on my midsection was now slightly jiggling with my every move. It was a weird sensation, not entirely unpleasant to be honest.

As always the most extensive changes were on my lower half. It was really starting to get out of hand. Even with my recent gain all over, my figure was ridiculously unbalanced. If my ass got any bigger, I would have to take down the armrest from my computer chair in order to sit in it comfortably. I even started to bump into things when I wasn't paying enough attention. Also I was once again running out of choices in the matter of outfits, most of my pants simply didn't fit anymore. This all resulted in my decision to go on a strict healthy diet and to start working out regularly. I even started to go to a gym. Ugh, I hate the gym...

Even though I finally started to do something to stop gaining weight, I still felt bad. I felt like a betrayer. Kate trusted me with the pill and I still couldn't control my cravings. I expected her to be angry, to yell at me or something, but none of this happened. I think it would be easier for me if she did. She didn't say a word, but I could see in her eyes how much I disappointed her. I've never felt so alone as I did right now. All the people I cared about were far away except for Kate and I betrayed her trust. The one person I could always count on, no matter what. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I realized how much I missed my parents and counted the days remaining until they return. Eight more days. Of course we talked every day on the phone, but that just wasn't the same. Right now I really needed my mum, so I could share all the feelings accumulated since the start of the holiday. I really could use a hug right now. I felt tears forming in my eyes. I buried my face in the pillow, weeping quietly.

It felt like I just closed my eyes and the alarm clock was already buzzing. Slowly I got up from the bed. Every move was so difficult! I was tired, my muscles were aching and I was in a very bad mood. I stripped of my nightie and underwear. Naked I stepped onto scale and my mood got even worse. Damn, I'm fat! I'm fat stupid pig! I grabbed the soft flab on my midsection and shook it angrily. I watched as it wobbled for a few moments before coming to a stop.

I proceeded to take clean underwear from the wardrobe. I put on Kate's old sports bra. It wasn't ideal fit, but it was closest I could get without buying new clothes. Then I put on large black t-shirt and my biggest pair of pants. I was ready for my morning jog.

As a breakfast I ate a banana before leaving the house. Just a banana. I started by stretching, trying to warm up my aching muscles. I was so tired this morning that I was on the verge of giving up for today. One Four Six. One hundred and forty six. Those three red digital numbers kept me from it. 146 pounds, I could hardly believe it, I have gained 24 pounds in little over three weeks. I set my goal on 130 pounds. I have to lose 16 pounds until the start of the school year. Today is 23rd July, that means I have what... forty days? Sounds about right. With my renewed determination there was nothing to stop me.

By the time I got back home I was exhausted and soaked in sweat. I bent over and put my hands on my knees exhaling deeply. The combination of physical exertion and hot weather was certainly taking its toll on me. My head was dizzy and I felt like I was about to throw up. I thought it would become easier by now. When I finally caught my breath few minutes later I went inside the house and headed straight to the shower.

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Kate

I was just having a breakfast when Jenny swiftly passed around in her sweaty running outfit, saying hey, and without slowing down disappearing again. I thought she maybe even picked up the pace a little. I had a feeling she was avoiding for the last few days. Well, ever since the morning I found her on the floor next to the broken chair. I should have kept an eye on her. The thing was that I didn't know why she was avoiding me. Was she ashamed or something? That never stopped her from talking to me before. If only I knew what was going on in her head... But if she would want to talk about it, then she would. I've decided to provide her all the space she needed.