Food Fooder - Part 3

With the school year over, Samara’s schedule changed completely. No longer was she showing up to school, breakfast at the ready from her friends, or plenty of lunch treats passed across the table to her during their break. Her funnel of free food had dried up, and it made Samara realize one thing, she was hungry.

This was perfect, because her friends had also figured, even though school was over, it was kinda fun seeing Samara eat so much, so why should summer vacation stop them. They didn’t really have treats or anything from their parents to hand off to her anymore, but most of them now had summer jobs, and access to plenty of food and funds. They decided to use those to keep Samara full and happy, and see just how fat she would get before the end of summer.

All it took was inviting Samara out, and she eagerly accepted the invitations when she knew where she was going. “Sarmara, come to the café, I’ll hook you up with some pasties on the house.” “Samara join me for this cookout, they need help judging the best dish.” “Samara I’m so bored at work, I’ll give you free burgers if you hang out here.”

Every day her friends would invite her out, and every time it involved something with food. After a few weeks they even had a routine and schedule down. Day old donuts to start her day, then a proper breakfast at either the diner, café, or McDonald's. Usually an early lunch at one of the restaurants, followed by plenty of afternoon snacks at the boardwalk. If she didn’t need to be home for dinner, then a couple of her friends would treat her to a meal of epic proportions and send her home completely stuffed.

Samara’s mouth was too full everyday for her to even think much about what was going on. She was just happy with all the cuisine and comradery. Her weight continued to climb as she ate an excess of calories each and every day. Her friends smiled and giggled as Samara out grew even more outfits and her belly stretched further over her waist. At the end of the school year Samara had grown to a point that she could still have turned it around if she realized just how big she was getting from all of the empty calories she was consuming, so her friends didn’t feel bad as they carried their ways into the summer. But with every pound gained Samara was further away from ever being thin again.

Halfway through summer, having gained 25 pounds, Samara was bigger than any of her friends had ever been, and certainly the biggest in the group at this point. Some of them wanted to turn back, tell Samara what they had been doing and help her lose the weight, but they reluctantly went with the crowd and continued on with the plan, pushing Samara’s limits more and more each day. Samara didn’t mind one bit, she almost asked for it. Her morning donuts almost weren’t enough, or she felt like she should have ordered another appetizer at the restaurant. Her friends were always happy to help her fill any hunger or edible desire that she had. Some of them had even started to gain a few pounds again being around Samara and all this food. From what they had shed during the year they were still down overall, but it was tough not getting swept up in Samara’s food vortex.

This was clear on a day that Samara went out for ice cream with three of her friends. The trip started off normal, Samara’s friends getting Samara to order way too much ice cream for herself. “What are you thinking Samara, medium or large?”

“Well I’m not sure, large is pretty pricey.” Samara replied.

“Ah well if you promise to eat the whole thing, I’ll buy the large for you.” Her friend offered. This made Samara’s decision much easier. But then another friend spoke up.

“Samara, didn’t you get a Banana split last time? You don’t want one of those again? If you eat the whole thing I’ll pay for it.” They said.

The last friend made sure to make her move too. “No no, Samara I thought you liked frappes. Let’s each get one, on me.”

“I was actually thinking about getting a brownie sundae.” Samara said to her friends.

As almost in unison, all her friends eagerly replied back. “I’ll get you one of those too!”

So they took their order over to a nearby table, Samara with her large cone, banana split, thick chocolate frappe, and brownie sundae. Her friends were not immune from calories though. They each had a large ice cream treat for themselves, and this was all after a large lunch where they had all eaten well.

With her friends eating well, Samara saw no issue with the vast quantities of food she herself consumed each day. One thing she didn’t like was how hot it was this summer. Samara felt more tired than ever everywhere she went. Sweat dripped down her head, and she had to dress down just to stay cool. When appropriate Samara wore a two piece bathing suit with a cover wrap. Other times she’d wear a tank and some small shorts. No matter the outfit though, it was clear to everyone Samara was fat.

Her thin angled frame had turned into a curvy hourglass that was heavy on the belly. Her belly often looked big because it was full of food, but even empty it had started to spill generously over the waistband of any garment. It wasn’t just the battle with her bottoms that was the issue either. Samara had outgrown so many clothes she often had a hard time finding a top that would cover the round jiggly belly. This didn’t bother her though, in her mind she was used to showing off her tight core, not a big deal now if it was a little soft. The problem was she was much more than a little soft. Her little pot belly had continued to grow and grow and now was a sizable, squishable ball of fat, and that was just her middle. Her thighs had also continued to flare out to the sides with her hips and love handles. And her chest kept up with her fat girl body.

People didn’t even need to look twice at Samara anymore, she was no longer a skinny girl eating more than her body could handle, she was a fat girl and getting fatter. But just as Samara had relaxed into a new routine, summer was coming to a close and soon she’d be headed across the state for college. Her friends really turned up the calories their last week of summer, knowing this would be the last time they’d probably ever get to fatten Samara up again. There was a good chance in all their minds that Samara would go off to school, realize she couldn’t kick a soccer ball to save her life, and do everything in her power to slim back down. It wasn’t going to be easy to keep tabs on her either, since Samara was in bigger denial than the size of her ass, it’s not like they could ask her about her weight or anything. One other person in Samara’s friend group was going to the same school and that was it, but it was Constance, the person Samara wasn’t close to at all. People figured Constance would distance herself from Samara once they got to school, Constance was as thin as Samara used to be after all.

So that meant in that final week Samara gorged on bakery goods, fried food, fast food, greasy food, sweets, sodas, meats, anything delicious she could get her hands on, or that her friends could get for her. She looked like she had gained five pounds from that week alone. They couldn’t wait until next summer when they all would be home again.