Family Curse

Year 3

Three pairs of strong arms helped me out of the truck as I was too big to get out on my own. "Thanks guys." I breathed heavily from exertion. "See ya tomorrow."

I slowly waddled towards the entrance to my parent's house. With my every step my whole body quivered. I was absolutely massive. My huge gut hanged just inches above the ground. It was a wonder that I still remained moveable. Although it did look like my mobility would be thing of a past pretty soon. In the last year I haven't missed a single family celebration at my parent's house, because I knew that every single one could have been the last. The thought of missing a single chance I have left to spend time with my mother's cooking simply wasn't acceptable. As sad as it made me, in my heart I knew this was my last visit. In the last twelve months I managed to double in weight and I still wasn't showing any signs of stopping my gain.

My parent's during the year renovated the house, enlarging the size of every door. It made me feel kind of bad that despite their effort I still struggled to get through them...

Just like last year I tried to be the first to turn up, but this year Courtney beat me to it. When I arrived Courtney was already stuffing her face on the couch, but as soon as she heard my thunderous steps, she moved her 400 pound top-heavy figure out of the way.

Happily I let my body fall onto the couch. Loud CRACK sounded through the room and the piece of furniture squealed in agony. My heart stopped and I was worried that it would fall apart underneath me. Fortunately nothing happened. I breathed out a huge sigh of relief. I was probably lucky that I wasn't putting my whole weight onto the poor sofa with my gut resting on the floor. I remembered the couch as a place of comfort, but I couldn't quite enjoy sitting on it as much as I did in the past. Three months ago at Christmas I filled its entire seat, but know... "I can't believe how small this couch is getting." I complained, my squishy body spilling over the armrests.

"I don't think the size of the couch is the problem here." Courtney muttered under her breath.

"Would you please bring me some food Courtney?" Loud rumble sounded throughout the entire house. "I'm starving."

I wasn't really bothered by how fat I had become, the opposite was true actually, but there still was one thing I minded very much. I couldn't even remember the last time when I wasn't hungry. Despite spending almost every waking moment eating, I simply couldn't eat enough to properly fill my stomach. The more I ate, the fatter I grew. The fatter I grew, the more food I needed to consume. It was an endless circle.

The whole family sat around the table. Eleven chairs for six people. Four chairs struggled to contain my fat bottom, creaking underneath my weight. This year I sat alone, no one else would fit on my side of the table.

The biggest part of the table was taken by a giant cake with twenty seven candles on it.

Looking around the table I couldn't help but smile. Everyone looked so small compared to me! Just two short years ago Amber and Cheryl seemed huge, but now? Now I was bigger than the two of them combined. And I loved it.