Over the following weeks, Constance forgot what hunger felt like. Rosie was on a mission to make Constance’s eating capacity catch up to her and tolerated no excuses.
Each morning, Constance woke up to a message with her meal plan for the day. This alone was enough to make her so stuffed that she had to lie down afterward.
But Rosie didn’t stop there. Whenever she randomly craved a snack, she texted Constance and told her to get it. When Constance was done, she had to send her a picture of the empty package and her stuffed belly. Only then would Rosie be happy and congratulate Constance on her efforts to live her new life.
After a few weeks, Constance got used to the feeling of her constantly stuffed belly. She found joy in how it stuck out and became more prominent by the day. Even in the morning, before her breakfast, it was now a small pouch that strained slightly against her shirts.
Even though her weight gain started becoming noticeable, her friends refrained from commenting about it. However, Constance could tell that their gazes now graced her midsection frequently, especially after she had eaten another big meal. Secretly, she wished they would say something about her expanding figure. Something about imagining herself getting teasing or even mean comments made her heart flutter. It scared her but, at the same time, made every new day exhilarating.
She finally felt excited about her future, and returning to her old ways was out of the picture. And she was sure that if she kept up her regimen, the comments would inevitably come her way.
***
In her hopes that people notice her weight gain, Constance squeezed herself into her clothes until, one day, she found herself unable to button her jeans.
“Girl, you are finally growing some curves!” Rosie said excitedly when she heard the news and showed up at Constance’s apartment. “How much did you weigh before you started enjoying life?”
“I think it was around 130 pounds,” Constance answered. It was a healthy weight on her 5″5 frame, especially since a lot of it was muscle mass from her frequent workouts.
“You were such a skinny thing! It’s good that we are finally putting some meat on your bones. Let me see how far you are coming along!”
Constance blushed as she took off her sweatpants and shirt and let Rosie examine her.
“No need to be shy. We are just some chubby girls showing off our bodies,” Rosie assured her while pulling up her shirt and giving her protruding belly a pat.
Constance was mesmerized by the jiggles that went through Rosie’s upper body. She had never seen her friend with her belly exposed like that. It surprised her that she felt a pang of envy over her friend’s wide body.
“Damn! You are already getting quite a booty,” Rosie exclaimed and giggled. “And those weeks of laying around have done wonders to get rid of your muscles. You are already looking a little out of shape. How do you like the new you?”
“I’ll be honest with you,” Constance confessed, “I love it! I never thought it would feel this good, but it makes me feel so free and self-determined. I’m finally doing what I like and not what my family wants me to do.”
Rosie smiled. “That is amazing! With this mindset, you’ll be a big girl like me in no time. And don’t worry about your outgrown clothes. I have many old clothes at home that you can use while your body grows into its new shape. Just promise me that you will outgrow all of them.”
Constance laughed. “I promise to grow out of all your old clothes and get as big as you.” She got goosebumps all over her body saying those words. “How much do you weigh anyway?”
“Good girl,” Rosie replied, “after you told me about your plans to plump up like me, I weighed myself for the first time in a long while. I thought I was still under 200 pounds, but it turns out I have been enjoying myself a lot recently and am now at 220 pounds.”
The reveal that Constance would have to pass the 200-pound barrier made her heart jump. Gaining that much weight felt extreme. But at the same time, it felt incredibly right.
“Sounds fun!” she replied, “why don’t you get me something to wear, and we head out to eat?”