Fat for a Year (not doing anymore)

Chapter 3

~Chapter 3!!! I hope you are enjoying!~

My clothes finally came the day before school started. The doctors said I could do school for a while, but I could choose to be homeschooled after a while.

The clothes still didn't fit, but the would have to do. My legs looked like giant pancakes when I wore the leggings.

Mom said we should take a walk around the neighbourhood. Fuck. Walking is a challenge when your fat.

I put on my sneakers and we headed out. Thank God the elevator was fixed.

We started walking towards the park. When I walked, all my rolls bounced up. My boobs constantly hit my face. There were so many others out, after all, this was a busy neighbourhood. They all stared as we walked past.

We finally got to the park. I sat on a bench. I felt like I did a 50-lap killer, even though I only walked two blocks. I pinched my stomach. There was so much fat and rolls that I could store my school supplies in them.

"C'mon." Mon got up. "You have a checkup.
•••••

The new doctor's names were Felicity, Fred, and Angel. They seemed nice.

"We need to put more fat in." Fred said. They were not so nice now.

"Why?!" I screamed.

"To see how that big of a person acts and feels." Angel said, pushing up her glasses.

"Cathy..." Mom started.

"No." I said sternly. "I will do it. In the name of science, and to show everyone that I CAN DO IT!"

Everyone stared at me.

"Sorry." I blushed.

"Alright, get on the bed."

It took me five minutes to get on. The doctors stuck needles in my belly, my legs, my arms, my cheeks, and my neck.

"That's a lot of needles." Mom said.

I couldn't talk or move my head. I heard a buzzing sound. Then my belly started to get really big.

"Wiggdghsekiow!" I mumbled. It looked like it would pop!

The buzzing stopped. My belly flopped over, towards my face. It was as big as a Wubble ball.

The buzzing came back on again. This went in for a while. When they did my cheeks, I could barely see.

"Done." I heard Felicity say. "Now time for the chemical."

"More?!" I screamed.

"Don't worry, it makes you move like a real person instead of being like one of this people on TLC."

I sighed. They poked my legs and arms.

"There we go." Fred said. All three of them lifted me out of the bed. I stood up.

They took me to a scale. I couldn't see the numbers because I was that big.

"Oh my god." Mom said.

"1009 pounds?!" Fred screamed. "WE DID IT!"

The doctors jumped around. I felt like crying.

"You can still walk, too!"

I nodded, crying.
•••••

My clothes still fit, somehow. They fit like before, slightly tight. What did those doctors do?

Today was the first day of school. I looked in the mirror before I got dressed. I was as wide as a truck.

I wore a tee shirt and jeans. Mom drove me to school, because walking would probably kill me.

"Are you sure?" Mom cooed as I opened the door.

I groaned. I slammed the door and headed into Los Angeles High.

As I closed the front doors, the hall because silent, with a few murmurs here and there. I took up almost the whole hallway. People made disgusted faces as I passed them.

I hate school.

I got to my locker. I put my old Reebok bag in it. As I turned around, someone pinched me.

Then I heard laughter. The whole hall burst into hysterics. I walked to my Spanish class, more people pinching and stabbing me.

I got to class. Everyone was already there. The only free seat was in the back corner, beside a goth chick. I struggled to sit. The desks connected with the chairs, which made it even harder. I finally got in, my belly being pinched by the desk.

The teacher came in. She called roll.

"Wendy Smith?"

That was my code name. Because of the whole new identity thing, I had to be called Wendy anywhere but home.

"Here." I raised my hand.

I heard a crack. I fell to the ground. Everyone laughed.

The teacher rushed over to help me. I turned around. My chair broke in half.

Fucking great.