Outgrowing the Apartment

Just For Fun

"Oh my lord... 532 pounds," Amy said, dumbfounded as she read the scale Megan stepped on. "You're literally over a quarter of a ton. A TON, Megan."

"A quarter ton of fun!" Megan said giddily as she wobbled off the scale. "I really wish I hadn't waited so long to weigh myself since the last time. I feel like it's been months." Megan flipped through her and Amy's old notebook from freshman year to track her weight. They periodically updated it just for fun, but hadn't touched it since the beginning of first semester senior year.

"Yeah well last we weighed you you already broke 500 pounds, and that was back in August," Amy said as she took the notebook from Megan and scribbled '532' down.

"Barely! To be totally honest, I was expecting to be hitting 600 soon..." Megan grabbed a giant handful of fat from her stomach. "I don't even feel THAT big."

The girls both started laughing. "Yeah okay!" Amy said with a smile. "Now wait one second..." She pulled out her computer. "At 532 pounds you need... like 3600 calories just to MAINTAIN your weight. Literally almost twice as much as a normal person."

"Yeah well unfair honestly. I eat like ten times as much as a normal person does. That is NOT normal," Megan said laughing as she pointed to the dozen pizza boxes stacked up outside her bedroom door.

"Okay true... anyway let me get on this thing. I'm not ending my college career as some twig, I'm joining the 400 club this semester, mark my words." Amy excitedly got on the scale to see how much weight she had to pile on to reach her newfound fantasy of 400 pounds.

"Oh Amy, just to think you were my skinny, running feeder just a few years ago," Megan said blissfully.

"Shit happens. That skinny runner had no clue how amazing eating a party sized pizza alone felt. Now what's it say?"

"You are at... 378 pounds! I'm so proud. You're fatter than I was... freshman year." Megan jokingly laughed, making fun of her friend who she still nearly considers thin due to how much smaller she still is than her.

"Oh please. I'll be the one laughing when you get too fat to answer the door for delivery and you need your 'skinny friend' to get it," Amy joked.

"You bringing me food and me eating it? No I'll still be laughing I think. Speaking of which, where are those wings?" Megan's stomach rumbled, despite snacking on Oreos for this entire weigh-in.

"I mean they need to cook basically a whole farm of chickens just to feed us. I think it'll take some time. I can't believe we spent what, $150 on wings?" Amy checked her phone to get the exact price.

"We have to kick off the semester right! Besides, two fat bitches like us can eat six pounds of wings like a snack I bet. This has been on my eating bucket list for years, I just never wanted to spend all that money on one meal. But hey, this is cheering in our last few months of complete laziness."

"Yup, $154.15," Amy said. "Oh well, it's worth it. I could eat all six pounds myself at this point, I'm starving to death."

"Yeah you ate what... an hour ago? It's a loooong time," Megan joked.

"Oh yeah and you're the fat ass eating 24 Oreos before eating like 50 wings. I can't wait to watch you have to roll across the stage at graduation." Amy poked Megan in the stomach as she stole one of her Oreos. The girls were now smushed together on their couch as if they were sharing a single seat. They've just gotten so wide that even a full sized couch can barely fit them.

"I like... do not know how fat I'm going to get this semester. I want to stop, but I don't," Megan said as she ate the last Oreo from the package she opened mere hours ago. "Like where does it end?"

"Well just wait until you have an amazing writing job and you can just stay home and work on your computer all day long. Don't get yourself upset girl, someone as smart as you literally does not need to walk. You have your brains, a computer, and delivery restaurants at your service. You'll be fine." Amy gave her giant friend a half hug, the most the two giant girls can manage at this point, as well as a re-assuring smile. Reality has been hitting Megan lately as her last semester in college begins, as she's been realizing that the days of her being able to skip her obligations, lay in bed until noon, and eat around the clock are coming to a close. But being an English major with a focus in proofreading, Amy believes in her best friend, and is confident in her ability to get a computer-based job, if nothing else but to support her lazy, gluttonous lifestyle.

"Thanks girl," Megan said, a bit flustered. "I just... never want this to end. Can you imagine me waking up at 8am in the morning, wearing fucking khakis and a blouse and going to an office 40 hours a week? I think I would implode."

"Megan you lost me at khakis. Can you imagine how ridiculously large those khakis would be?" They both laughed. "Please girl. It's 2022. Your entire industry is on a computer now. You basically picked the most fool proof major to guarantee you sit around for the rest of your life. 600 pounds, 800 pounds... whatever you end up weighing, your brain is still your brain. You're blessed that that's all you need to do whatever job you're gonna end up getting."

"Well I heard that around 1000 pounds is when your fingers start getting too fat for keyboards..." Megan said with a smile. "Literally can you imagine that?" Megan looked at her already rounded, sausage-esque fingers and thought about how large they could get with another 500 pounds on her rounded, inflated body. She instantly imagined them too fat to even make a fist, or to cross with her other hand. The fatter Megan has gotten, the more she has embraced her fantasies to never stop getting bigger. Even at the expense of her ability to do simple things... like make a fist.

Suddenly a knock at the door snapped her back into reality. "Yay!" the two girls exclaimed. Amy and Megan both rocked their large bodies back and forth to lunge themselves out of their seats. Amy teetered up, but Megan couldn't make it to her feet. "Oh my god you're a whale. I'll get it, don't worry."

"Thank... you," Megan said chuckling and out of breath. She got comfortable again in her loveseat-for-one, ready to stuff more chicken in her mouth than most could eat in a week.

"You need to guide me to the table," Amy said as she started walking back with three giant containers of food in her arms, just enough for her eyes to be covered.

"Oh... my... god. Why have we never done this before. Okay take five more steps... kneel down, there's the table... yup," Megan said, conducting Amy's movements from her seat. Amy put down the food to reveal two giant vats of chicken, one barbecue, one buffalo, and one giant vat of curly fries. As a bonus, the girls also got two 2 liter bottles of soda, and a whole bottle of ranch dressing.

"So how many calories do you think this is?" Amy asked, eyes wide open.

"Enough to get us through the next few hours," Megan said giddily as she already started digging in, squiring ranch on her first buffalo wing.