Outgrowing the Apartment

Half Ton

"I can get... two buttons," Amy grunted as she buttoned up one of her old work tops over the top half of her boobs. The rest of the buttons stood no chance getting around the young professional, who no one would believe fit in that top under a year ago.

"Well you were... 378 when you were wearing that, so I'd think-"

"Actually I was 378 in January," Amy said correcting Megan. "I'm guessing I was like 360s, maybe 370 the last time I put this thing on. So, any guesses?" She smirked.

"Guesses?" Megan looked confused. "...oh yeah, guesses! Girl, you look... different. Like there's a chance your coworkers from the fall wouldn't recognize you immediately. I'm gonna have to say 425, 430? At least 50 pounds, for sure."

"Okay okay, I can believe that. Wow, 50 pounds," the newly giant girl said proudly as she rubbed her giant stomach, her old button up still around her neck like a fat superhero cape. "You know, it feels good to say I weigh over 400 pounds. It's like... empowering?"

"Just wait until 500 Amy, that's when the literal power comes because you can crush almost any piece of furniture you sit in if you're not careful. I told you about the dining room chairs from Christmas right?" Megan reminisced about Christmas just 3 and a half months ago when she sat down too hard at her cousin's house for dinner and broke a chair completely in half. On a day when her weight was already the biggest topic of conversation.

"Of course you did, I'll never forget that. And how you broke two because your cousin claimed that one was already cracking?" The girls both laughed.

"There's no way that chair had anything wrong with it. I just don't think it was built for 500 pounds of fat girl. And I totally feel you, when you get to be a certain size, you totally own any room you walk into."

"Or wobble," Amy said with a smile.

"That's another thing you have to look forward to in 100 pounds... or less? Get on that scale, chunky!" Megan commanded her roommate as she sat shoving Skittles in her mouth by the handful. Amy removed the button up from around her neck, leaving her wearing only her bra and underwear as is tradition. Her bra was being held on by a single fastener as her fat spilled over all of the straps and both cups. Even though it was a new bra she bought in January, it was no match for the amount of weight she'd gained in the last two months. Her underwear was the same way, being absorbed into her fat rolls on her butt and giving her a huge muffin top around her stomach. At a glance, you could barely tell she was wearing anything at all.

"Here we go!" Amy stepped on giddily. Any sign of the skinny girl she was freshman year has been erased completely, replaced with the food loving type of girl Megan was that same time.

"Four hundred and sixty two point eight pounds." The scale spoke as silence filled the air. It's almost as if for a split second, Megan and Amy both don't realize exactly how many thousands of calories they gorge themselves.

"You... fat... fuck! Amy!" Megan exclaimed. She tried her best to jump out of her seat but settled on only taking two tries to get up, instead of the usual four or five it takes her now. "You're... girl you're huge," she said now out of breath.

"Oh my," Amy said with a huge smile as she rubbed her inflated stomach. "I'm like... REALLY fat aren't I?" The girls both giggled. "I dreamt of dating a guy who was 400 hundred pounds a few years ago. Now I'M over that. Like way over that. And I'm me!" She kept smiling as she unconsciously grabbed another cookie from the table beside her to eat, now that snacking is nearly as second nature as breathing to her.

"Amy we literally weigh over half a ton now. Combined."

"At this rate we'll be half a ton each in a couple years," Amy said now holding a cookie in each hand. "And wait a sec... you were 532 last time we checked. I think that's under 1000," she said jokingly.

"Yeah Amy true, I definitely haven't gained..." Megan opened the calculator on her phone, "...yeah I definitely haven't gained SIX pounds in the last few months." They both laughed.

"Yeah you're looking slim girl!"

"Step aside." The giant girl, the girl who makes 462 pound Amy look small, walked up to the scale. Even walking has become difficult for her as she now waddles from side to side and nearly drags her feet on the ground. Just taking the single step to get both of her feet off the ground and onto the industrial scale is hard work in her eyes. Lately she's beginning to develop hanging rolls of fat over her kneecaps to match her elbows, and her chubby cheeks that once looked massive when she smiled were now the same size on her resting face, whereas her smile almost closes her eyes completely with fat. Even her feet and toes have gotten fatter, with the top of her foot getting rounder by the day and her toes starting to become spread out as they get wider and wider.

The machine creaked as if it was about to snap in half as the giant girl got on but it still was able to speak to Megan. Though when she awaited a number, a message she hasn't heard in a long time was played. "Overload detected. Please try again or change scale. Overload detected."

"What the heck," Megan said in a pouty voice. "Did I break another scale?"

"Well... you almost overloaded my 300 pound scale a few years ago. I don't even remember what this goes up to. Just try again maybe, I'll look up the model to double check." Amy grabbed her phone and started to type as Megan got back on the scale. Again, the same error message was read.

"Wow, I remember when we first got this scale. We knew I wasn't gonna stay under 300 for more than a couple of months... I can't believe it's lasted us this long when you think about it like that."

"Yeah well that was the scale I was using to motivate the ex boyf to get chonky with but then muscles happened..." Amy said in a completely uncaring voice. "I think I found the product page for this one."

"Maybe the limit was was 550? I wouldn't be surprised. It's definitely not..." Megan's voice trailed off as Amy's eyes widened. Amy said nothing but turned her phone screen to Megan's eyes, which widened just as much as she read the phrase 'for measuring weights up to 600 pounds'.

Amy sighed happily. "Yeah. We're over half a ton."