Fat for a Year (not doing anymore)

Chapter 6

I could barely walk the next day at school. My teachers started getting bigger chairs for me, but they were still too small.

I was told I didn't have to do gym (yay!), so I got a free period. The doctors said I needed to eat whenever I could. So I headed for the vending machine. I bought anything I could and gorged.

Why was I eating voluntarily? I'm not supposed to like this!

A few weeks later, right before Thanksgiving, Nikki and I were at my house watching movies, as usual. Mom was out doing errands.

"You're so fat!" she finally said. "Why?"

"They think I need to be bigger..." I frowned."

"Fuuuck." she moaned. "They stupid!"

"It's scientific."

"Whatever."

The phone rang. Nikki got it because I could barely get off the couch.

"Hello?" she said. "It's for you." She handed the phone to me.

"Hello?"

"Your mother was in a car accident. I'm afraid she didn't survive." A voice said.

I dropped the phone.
•••••

Nikki took care of me the next few days. I still couldn't believe Mon was dead. I cried for hours. I didn't go to her funeral, because she was taken back home, also because I was too fat for a plane.

Nikki drove me to my next appointment. She had her licence. I don't.

"I'll be back later." She drove off.

Fred, Felicity, Angel, and some others were there.

"Hi Cathy. Sorry for your loss." Fred started. "First of all, we have taken you out of school. We said that you would be homeschooling. But you aren't."

I was confused.

"We need you to be the biggest you can be. Full time. No school!" Angel said.

"What?!" I screamed.

Some new doctors, Garrett and Welsh, took me to a room. It was the size of a gym. All walls were beige except one wall, which was clear glass, with a booth behind it. There were many machines on the ceiling, and a whole lot of tubes.

"Sit." Welsh ordered. I sat right in the middle if the room.

"We have called Nikki. She isn't coming to pick you up for a few days."

"DAFUUUUUCK?" I screamed.

"You will be in here." Garrett said. "Getting fatter and fatter."

I almost fainted. They wanted me bigger?

Welsh put a large tube in my mouth. I gagged. The plastic was bad-tasting. I had needles pinched into my belly, arms, legs, both my boobs, and my chin.

Then they went into the booth. I saw Welsh flick a switch. Then, the tastiest liquid I had ever had gushed into my mouth.

Wait.

I looked at my belly. It was growing!

Fuuuuck!

I guess the doctors also put some sleeping medication in my body, because I started to fall asleep.