Fat for a Year (not doing anymore)

Chapter 4

~Alrighty! Why is there a Janis quote? You'll find out... ;)~

That goth girl seemed to be stalking me. She watched me closely in the classes we had. She walked past me at my locker a thousand times. And she sat next to me at lunch.

She seriously looked like the emo girl from Mean Girls. But with better hair (a bob) and black lipstick.

"People are pinching you because they think you're a bag full of jokes." she said, putting her brown bag lunch on the table. I had a full pizza Mom cooked this morning.

"More like a bag full of fat." I said.

"I'm Nikki." She extended her hand. I forced her fingers into a fist and bumped it.

"Is that how they do it in your old town?"

"I guess. I'm Ca... Wendy."

A group of girls walked past. When one of the glanced at me, they all burst into laughter.

"Fuck you!" Nikki shouted as they sat down at their table.

"The popular girls." Nikki scowled. "That's Amanda." She pointed at the one with the long blonde hair. "Head popular. Bitchiest cock sucker you'll ever meet."

"Has she actually sucked...?"

"I walked in on her doing it to Adam Barnes at a party this summer."

I made a face.

"That's Hillary." Nikki pointed at a Mexican girl with brunette hair with purple streaks in it. "And that's Dorothy." She pointed at a short, curvy girl with short dirty blonde hair.

We took some bites of our food. "Am I the fattest kid in the school?" I spat out.

Nikki thought for a second. "Probably."

I groaned.

The truth is, before I got fat, I was popular. It's pretty much guaranteed because I had the longest blonde hair you'll ever see, and I was super nice to everyone. My friends weren't mean. I cut my hair in the spring and I got in so much shit for it at school.

"Wanna, like, hang out after school?" Nikki then said.

"No." I sighed. "I have an appointment."
•••••

We went to a new doctor. Felicity and Angel were there, along with some Asian dude. The girls explained what they did to make me fatter. The Asian dude weighed me again, but I was back to about 600 pounds.

"WHAT?!" Felicity screamed. "IT MUST'VE WORN OFF!" So that's why my clothes still fit.

"You'll get it again." Angel said. "We need you to be the biggest you can."

"Why?" Me and Mom said at the same time.

"Because," Angel said. "we want to know how a 3000 pound person would be like."

"3000?!" I cried.

"Don't worry. The chemicals won't cause health complications. And you'll still walk."

"We will go back to 1000 today, then infect another 1000 in a few months."

I started to cry. Mom looked like she would, too.

They made me get on the bed again. They put the needles in. My belly flopped over again like it did yesterday.

I was weighed again. 1008. They girls cheered. I sure wasn't.
•••••

When I got home, I tried on my clothes. They didn't fit. I told Mom.

"They still have a warranty." she said. "We'll return them."

She contacted the doctors to ask how to get clothing as big as me. They said they would ship a bunch over for free.

I looked in the mirror, only in my bra and underwear (we found some at Ronnie's in super big sizes). My stomach went to my knees. I lifted it up. It felt like millions of containers of Gak. My neck was bigger than my face. My cheeks were so big I couldn't see my eyes. My legs were the size of small cars.

I stared to cry. Why did they need me bigger? Wasn't I about to pop?