Her weigh-in at the end of November showed that Thanksgiving had been a great success, and Melissa now was 460 pounds of pure lard.
The thought that she would reach her goal in just 2 more months made her giddy with excitement. What had seemed like a fantasy, lightyears away when Melissa had made her deal with Alisson, was close to becoming her reality. She was helplessly approaching her destiny to be a 500-pound fatty, which made her wet whenever she thought about it.
However, Alisson didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm.
Ever since their kiss, she had been more reserved. Even though she tried to hide it from Melissa, it was apparent that there was something she had to work through. She would intensely stare at Melissa whenever she thought her obese roommate wouldn’t notice. Each time, Melissa could tell that something heavy weighed on her.
Still, she refrained from asking, knowing Alisson wouldn’t share her intimate thoughts. She was worried that their kiss might have turned Alisson off from their arrangement, and she would abandon their deal so close to their goal. But there was nothing for Melissa to do other than keep being a good piggy. She ate everything she was given and humiliated herself whenever Alisson asked for it. Maybe that way, Melissa would be able to make Alisson happy again.
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“Come here, fatty! I need to tell you something!” Alisson yelled through their apartment.
Melissa sighed and gathered her strength to lift herself up from the sofa. She waddled into the kitchen sluggishly, where Alisson was waiting for her.
“I need you out of the apartment for a while and have laid out some clothes for you. Put them on and spend some time at Burger King. Take the subway there; when you’re back, I want to hear the story about you squeezing into the crowded wagon. Now leave, and let me know when you’re heading home again.”
Alisson turned around and entered her room, leaving Melissa worried. But she didn’t ask. Instead, she grabbed the clothes and got dressed.
Alisson had chosen stretchy yoga pants that went up to her belly button and a crop top as the outfit for her trip. Melissa put them on and took a small break to catch her breath. She wasn’t used to getting dressed by herself anymore. Then she used her shoehorn to slip into her boots, grabbed her coat, and turned around to put her calorie shake into her purse. It would be time to drink it soon.
It was chilly outside, but after a minute of waddling, Melissa felt so hot that she opened her coat. All eyes were on her exposed upper belly as she made her way to the subway station. She took a little break at the entrance bench and wondered if it was time to drink her shake. Ultimately, she decided it would be more fun to chug it at Burger King while surrounded by other fattening junk food.
While descending on the escalator, Melissa caught sight of the turnstiles and froze. They looked so narrow that she was unsure if her wide hips would fit through. Nevertheless, she bought her ticket and approached them. Alisson wanted her to take the subway, so she would do that.
Her hips were indeed barely able to fit. But she slowly squeezed through until her belly touched the front bar. As she moved further, she felt the rear bar push into her thighs. Suddenly, her ass stopped it from moving further, and Melissa was stopped in her tracks. She gasped and tried going forward again but to no avail. So, she tried backing out. But the turnstile wasn’t moving at all.
Melissa’s face flushed red in panic. After a few more futile attempts, she faced the harsh reality: she was stuck.
Melissa looked around hastily. She could see all that was going on behind her, but she could tell that numerous people were aware of her situation.
“Someone…please help me! I can’t move!”
All she could hear for a while was snickering, as no one seemed willing to help her out of her unfortunate situation. She pleaded again when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, dear,” a friendly voice said, “I’ll look for someone to help you.”
More time passed until Melissa could hear someone approach her again. She looked around and saw a woman, about 10 years older than her, approach. Even though the woman looked uneasy as she saw Melissa’s predicament, she was smiling.
“Hi, my name is Annie. I was called because of an issue with our turnstile. Can you tell me the problem?” she asked innocently.