From Babe to Butterball (One-Off)
By Polarisdreamer
You were skeptical about attending your high school’s 10-year reunion, but those doubts vanished once you noticed the attractive obese chubbette, packed into a revealing undersized outfit, sweating her expansive ass off on the dance floor.
Did you recognize her? Not at first. I wouldn’t either. But… Believe it or not, she’s your ex.
The one you went to prom with, the one you lost your virginity to. Your first love, and your first heartbreak. She used to be the pinnacle of societal beauty when you two were together. Fit. Slender. Sexy. Then she dumped you. And replaced you. She was so hot that guys were lining up around the block to replace you.
But none of them truly did.
You see, you thought she was beautiful, just like everyone else. Except underneath her flawless exterior, you also loved the spoiled brat she was on the inside. Nobody she dated after you, ever did. She’d never admit it out loud, she was too proud for that, but deep down, she knew she’d made a mistake with you. It began eating away at her slowly, sparking an emptiness inside of her she tried to fill her freshman year of college, first with male attention, then alcohol, and of course, eventually food.
This took a toll on her formerly flawless figure. As she continued her schooling, she began to grow… outward and sideways. It started with her hips, tush and thighs, but she didn’t notice. When her pants started getting tight during her sophomore year of college. She blamed the washer. Not all those tumultuous tailgates where she stuffed herself to the brim with barbeque and beer.
Junior year, the excuses began to dry up as her gluttonous drunken binges started to cause her fuller figure to fill out even more. Instead of testing her knowledge in the classroom, her increasing girth was testing the waistband of her latest replacement pair of jeans. Suddenly, she was no longer the hot freshman or sophomore at the club. Now she was the drunk pudgy Junior packed into an undersized outfit, buying her own drinks at the bar and downing burritos at 3AM with her other chubby friends...
Senior year, with her waistline truly starting to swell, and her formerly lean body fully replaced by one that was growing rounder and softer all over, at first, she tried to cover up the consequences of her indulgence with the right outfits, but wearing the color black is only so slimming for someone growing so chubby. She spend her whole life being hot as f*ck, but now she’d grown large enough to put off a sizable portion of her prospective dating pool. Suddenly she started trying to brand herself as “thick” in hopes that the guy’s she danced with at parties would overlook the double chin, flabbier arms, and the pronounced gut she had bouncing around. Instead of wearing more conservative baggy clothing, she opted to wear more revealing dresses and outfits to try and “tits and ass” her way out of looking fat.
But it didn’t work.
Upon her graduation, her abs had long since softened into a sizable beer belly, she couldn’t get away with calling herself thick anymore, she’d crossed into the overweight threshold. Finding willing male partners, while working a 9 to 5 job grew more difficult as she continued to slowly fatten up more and more, thanks to her decidedly sedentary lifestyle. So, she turned to tinder.
At first, tinder seemed to be a forgiving place where handsome suitors who preferred their women with some more cushion for the push’in could feed her damaged ego. But none of the guys she hooked ever stuck around for all that long. She’d spent her life cashing in on her appearance, not cultivating her personality. As the tinder dates dried up, she resorted to catfishing men into buying her dinner with old pictures of herself before she blew up so she could still convince her damaged pride that she was valued and sought after by the opposite sex in the same way she used to be.
But…
All these desperate gambits at happiness only exacerbated the emptiness in her heart. Without her good looks to fall back on, society turned into a more unfriendly place for her. Nowadays she avoids the camera, but certainly not the kitchen. The only comfort she could find was more food. She knew she’d fallen from grace but was still too foolish to do anything to halt her fattening transformation. As years of sedentary office work and an unhealthy appetite began to pass by, her body swelled to the point "overweight" wasn’t an accurate description for her anymore.
In the 10 years since graduating high school, she’d become very fat, or to put it plainly, quite obese. Being heavier, it was harder for her to stay even somewhat active. So rather than fight it, she just got lazier, more sluggish and even more out of shape. She had the energy to sit around and eat, but that was about it. Looking at her reflection in the mirror nowadays, she was certainly aware she'd become something she never expected… a fat embarrassment.
Now, here she was, 28 years old, at her high school’s 10-year reunion desperately trying to burn off a few pounds on the dance floor before dinner so her fat*ss could enjoy some of the catering without too much guilt.
Do you like what you see?
When a relationship ends badly, no one wants the person who caused their pain to to find happiness without them. If someone runs a red light and hits you while you're crossing the street, you're not gonna wish them a good rest of their weekend. You want justice if someone tears your god*mn heart out.
So… Seeing how far she has fallen, do you like what you see? Is there a better feeling in the world than when an ex, such as yours, who dumped you so ruthlessly, gets so pathetically fat? Seriously name something better. I dare you.
Watching her ridiculously oversized body jiggling every which way, you have to admit her poor fortune negates some of the pain and heartache she caused you, especially because once upon a time she was the hot one in your relationship, and now, any reasonable person would admit the tables have turned in that regard.
You’re out of her league now, you’ve moved on, yet your eyes still linger on her fattened form as the memories keep flooding in. Is it possible that somewhere deep down there is a portion of your heart that still beats for her?
Was she the one who broke your heart or… the one that got away?
You don’t know whether to give her a piece of your mind or an olive branch, a chance for maybe a new beginning. Walking toward her, suddenly you feel as out of breath as she’s beginning to look, huffing and puffing around the dance floor trying to pretend she isn't three times the size she used to be.
She’s a fat one now, but looking upon her bountiful body, still unbelievably hot, just in a different kind of way. If anything her massive body is a testament to the fact that people change. Perhaps underneath all that fat, the spoiled brat you used to love has changed for the better.
As you take deep breath, and she notices you approach with an unexpected smile, you know there is only one way to find out…