Three Months Remain

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"I can't believe we just ate $150 of wings and fries... again," Amy said with her tight shirt riding up on her past her belly button.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda full. But each time we do this, I'm less full than before. I don't know if that's good or not." Megan took one last sip of her two liter bottle of Sprite before throwing it across the room and letting out a giant burp. Quickly she reached to her cupholder and cracked open a second 20 oz bottle of Dr. Pepper that she was saving for after the Sprite.

The girls are four weeks and over $2,000 of food into their last semester at NEP, and already their lazy-friendly, online-only schedule has taken a toll on their bodies, and lifestyle. It's rare that either Megan or Amy wakes up before noon on any given day, and both girls get at least 10 hours of asleep per night, with Megan usually waking up around 5 or 6:00am just to eat whatever food she has leftover surrounding her in her bed from the night before. And without fail, the second both the girls are up, the first of many food delivery calls is made to start fueling their fat bodies. By 1:00pm every day both Megan and Amy are hands full in pizza, wings, calzones, grinders, or whatever their giant stomachs are in the mood for that "morning".

And even with the takeout food in a constant flow, the girls are also known to utilize grocery delivery services to make sure their cabinets are stocked full when the delivery food runs out. Megan's typical pre-delivery meal when she wakes up usually includes her eating an entire box of Pop-Tarts and downing a whole quart of ice cream. According to Megan, the sugar in the ice cream gives her the same energy that most people use coffee for. Amy's diet isn't too far behind, although her preference in the morning is to eat an entire bowl of cereal and chocolate milk, with extra powdered sugar added to give her the energy she needs to make it through her lazy day.

But while the fat girls are usually asleep until noon, their night typically doesn't end until 2:00am, when the last delivery restaurant on campus closes on weekdays. During sophomore year, Megan and Amy would trade nights on who would order dinner, to give both of them an equal share and equal say in what they ate. However, sometime during junior year, that one delivery meal a night turned into two, and slowly but surely, they started ordering from around four to five restaurants per night just to satisfy their taste buds and their hunger pangs. All of the fried, fatty, unhealthy takeout you can imagine probably passes through Megan and Amy's stomachs every single night, all to their complete delight.

"You know... I would think I'd get tired of this by now... like all of this food?" Amy said as she sat with her stomach hanging out as it always does lately, eating her last two buffalo wings, one in each hand.

"It's like sex... you just don't get tired of it. Wait Amy... watch this..." Megan said playfully as she grabbed a cup of barbecue dipping sauce that came with her chicken. "I'd like to see a skinny bitch do this." Megan then immediately downed the barbecue sauce like a shot, leftovers dripping down her chin as if she had a bloody lip.

Amy laughed and rolled her eyes. "Is that our newest way to get fatter? Just drink the dipping sauce?" She looked around at their living room table which was stacked 4 layers high with empty boxes and containers. "Never mind... I don't think we have much of any sauces left to drink."

"We really need to take out this trash. It's been what... two days? Three?" Megan said as she looked at what would be literal weeks of trash for a normal pair of college girls. "I wonder if they've needed to empty the dumpster more because of us. We could fill up one on our own to be honest."

"To be even more honest, that dumpster IS ours. Like 80% of that thing is just our takeout trash. Everyone else is just like... bonus trash."

"Bonus trash sounds like what I should nickname my fat. I'm pretty trash already, but then I eat and get bonus trash added to me!"

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