Food Fodder - Part 6 (Finale)

Here we are at the end of another story. Sorry for the scare that the story was going to end abruptly. The original commissioner came through in the end, but I appreciate everyone who reached out who wanted to see this story go on. Glad to see you're all enjoying it. I have a few other stories in the works that if you liked this one will hopefully like those as well, so stay tuned!

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Spring semester hit Samara like a ton of bricks. She hated going to class. She told her friends it was because it was so cold out, but really it was because she was out of breath by the time she made it to her classroom. Having passed 400lbs while it was still winter, Samara only left her room for two things these days, class and food. No longer was she attending the fun social gatherings around campus, she was just to run down with all her "school work" for that. She'd much rather kick back with a good meal, then worry about making a club meeting or activity on time.

Her group of friends had Samara on a pretty full cafeteria schedule. Just like her high school friends had found, her hot dorm mates realized if they spread out the work it made all their lives easier. To save Samara from having to waddle back and forth from her room several times a day, one friend would relieve another at the cafeteria, so Samara could stretch one meal out for a few hours, depending on when her next class was.

And then Constance came to close out the show at night. When the cafeteria closed at 9pm, Samara would lumber back slowly to her room for the final time of the day. Shortly thereafter Constance would arrive with some sort of take out, enough to feed eight people. Even though Samara had stuffed herself all day, her gut seemed endless, as she'd plunk down and dig right in. Be it pizzas or subs, Chinese or pasta, Samara ate until everything was gone.

Constance made sure Samara had proper attire as she only grew fatter by the day. Clothes didn't stay loose on her for long, but a few shirts or leggings went a long way, until she needed new ones.

Sarama was a bit of the talk of the town as the year drew to a close. She had come to school fairly chunky, but how she was able to gain as much weight as she did was a mystery to most. No one knew Samara's weight, despite how badly her friends wanted to know. They knew if she learned of the number on the scale then her deep rooted denial might snap. What everyone did know though was that Samara was incredibly fat, well everyone but Samara. Having crested 500lbs, she was the heaviest girl that pretty much anyone at the school has ever seen. People recognized her from down the halls even if they had never even spoken with her.

Back in the fall she might not have completely filled her doorway when Constance had come to check on her, but by now she was, having to squeeze her plush sides through, or turn sideways, as if that was any better. Yet, day in and day out Samara ate so much.

There was no doubt that Samara was fat, but her friends' plans to avoid the freshman 15 had totally backfired. Although they were always giving Samara most of the food off their plate, they were going to the unhealthy cafeteria multiple times a day, indulging in pizza, and burgers with  fries, cake and ice cream. By the end of the year it caught up with all of them. They each looked 30lbs heavier. It was practically nothing compared to what Samara had gained, most months she gained 30lbs alone. Despite their extra pudge they were all happy with their progress when it came to Samara. This tubby in-denial girl with a big appetite has gained over 200lbs in one school year.

Samara returned home for the summer. All of her friends were excited to see her. Before college they had all been curious if she'd continue to gain, or slim back down towards that athletic figure she always had. What had happened was going to blow their minds. They invited Samara over for a pool party. If she was thin she'd have fun swimming. If she was still fat, they'd have plenty of grillables to feed everyone.

Constance had offered to help Samara with a bathing suit, and as much as she wanted to stick her in a bikini, she found a more suitable plus size swimming costume for her to wear. It still showed off her impressive size, there was no hiding the voluptuous curves of Samara in a swimsuit.

The day came and Samara was eager to see her friends. As she came out to the pool, the collective jaws of all her friends hit the floor. They themselves had not all been able to keep up with their weight loss journeys, all having succumbed to the freshman 15 in the end, but Samara impressed, far exceeding everyone's expectation.

Samara waved as she joined the gang, her arm flab flapping in the breeze as she waved back and forth. Her belly and legs quivered, waves of fat rippling with each step. Her bazonga breasts each bounced up and down, only held down by the stretchy swimsuit. Samara looked like a beach ball, whale, and hippo all at the same time.

It's clear which part of the party she would be taking part in. After all the hellos, Samara was shown to a spot next to the table and grill. It required two chairs for her to sit comfortably, and lucky for her the first round of food had already been cooked and was ready. Her friends were more than eager to serve her, getting a few cold sodas, a plate with several burgers, and plenty of sides to crunch on at will. Samara did what she did best, and that was eat. No one was surprised when she devoured plate after plate. It reminded them all of back when she had just won the soccer championship and would pack away snacks at their sleepovers, or how Samara could devour half a dozen donuts before the first bell rang towards the end of the year. Her eating ability seemed to have only flourished away at college.

As food finished off the grill it ended up on a plate in front of Samara. No one minded that she ate the lion's share that day, she was indeed the lion. They couldn't picture how she could get any fatter at this point, at 500lbs she was absolutely massive. Still she ate and acted like she was 125lbs still. At the end of the day Samara was happy, and that made her friends happy.