This choice: Marie wants to be fat, and decides to actively gain weight • Go Back... Marie woke up from her dream, her face wet with sweat and the dream fading in and out as it left her head. Her whole body was sore with so many aches and pains running through every part of it, but all she wanted to do was eat more. She wanted to be fat; she knew that now. It was a way to differentiate her new life from her old life. She was tired of running herself tired trying to stay active and keep in shape. She wanted to be fat for a change and finally stop trying to be thin and enjoy herself. She wanted to live a life of pleasure and love herself for who she was. She didn't know where this sudden change in her personality had come from, but she was glad for it. It had finally opened her eyes to the wonderful world of being fat and enjoying everything it had to offer. Now all she needed to do was find a way to keep her new goal from her mother.
She knew her parents would disapprove of her getting fat, but there had to be a way for her to gain weight that wouldn't arouse suspicion. There had to be a way for her to gain weight without her parents stopping her. There had to be a way for her to get fatter without them knowing she wanted to be fat.
Such a thing was possible, right?
Marie was afraid of her mother catching on to what she was doing. She wished that there was some way for her to gain weight without her knowing. There had to be a way for Marie to get fatter without anyone noticing until it was too late to stop her, but how? How in the world could she do that without getting caught?
Of course, it would be impossible to hide her gain forever. Though, really all she had to do was make it look like it wasn't intentional. However, that would mean agreeing to a diet or something if her parents ever suggested it. Unless she had some excuse why she couldn't go on a diet or exercise more... That was the key. What excuse could she use to avoid the suspicion that would also let her keep gaining weight? What could she use to trick her parents into thinking she was still trying to be thin?
A lack of time, perhaps?
Yes, that was it. Marie wouldn't have enough time to make herself lose weight because of how busy she was. This was the excuse she needed. All she had to do was cite how busy she was, and it would be perfect. Sure they might want her to lose weight, but if they thought she didn't have time to lose weight, they would only blame her busy schedule and not the fact she was secretly trying to get fat. It would keep her parents from over-interrogating her about her new lifestyle. It would keep them from ever suspecting that she had gone from trying to stay thin and athletic to trying to gain weight. It would work wonderfully.
She was saddened to think that she would have to keep up this facade for quite some time, but she had to avoid an argument with her parents and keep her new lifestyle a secret.
Her whole life was about to change.
She just had to prepare herself because now her family would be under the impression that the new weight she gained was all from a 'hectic' lifestyle. They would never know.
Her life was just beginning.
Marie looked at her flat belly and bit her lip as she began to imagine herself getting fatter and fatter. She imagined being so fat that she couldn't leave her house or even get up from her bed. She imagined how much she would grow and how her fat would expand and her clothes would "shrink". She imagined what people would think as she transformed from a super athletic sports star into a fat girl who was extremely lazy. She imagined how fun it would be to slowly expand and grow heavier and heavier until she was the size of a house. She imagined herself becoming the definition of gluttony. She imagined the look on her mother's face when she saw her daughter transform from a thin, athletic, beautiful girl into a fat, lazy, gluttonous pig.
A sudden knock on her door caused her to jump, and she quickly turned towards the source of the sound, "Honey, dinner is about ready," came the sound of her mother's voice from the other side of the door.
"Alright, be down in a minute."
The next day, Marie tried to calm herself as she prepared for her first day of school, the dream had left a lingering influence in her head, and it felt a little strange to be dreaming about getting fatter. She had feared that it would have left her feeling rather repulsed or even disgusted, but she had become rather fixated on it. She didn't know why she was getting so desperate to put on weight, but she felt that dream had opened her eyes to a new world. For her, it was a new chance at life, and she was going to try everything she could to make it work.
Marie made her way down to the kitchen, following the smell of breakfast as she eagerly licked her lips. Her mother had made pancakes, which she loved, though she wasn't sure if her mother had made enough to facilitate her new desire to gain weight.
"Good morning," Her mother said happily as Marie stepped into the kitchen and plopped down at the table, "Your schedule is at your spot. Also, I hope you're hungry because I accidentally made a double batch of pancakes.
"Definitely," Marie thought to herself though she bit her lip and tried not to act too excited as she replied, "Oh, um, I guess so. I guess a large breakfast is okay."
Her mother nodded after looking her daughter over, "That's good. Well, go ahead and load up what you want while I get ready for the day. Do you know where the high school is?"
Marie nodded as she picked up her school schedule and felt her heart drop. Yesterday at this time, she would've been excited to see two P.E. classes on her schedule, but now she felt disappointed. Those classes had been her favorite when she'd wanted to be an athlete, but now it directly conflicted with her new goal to get fat.
Her mother left the room as Marie looked at her schedule and tried to think of a way out of it but couldn't. If she were to gain weight as fast as she wanted to, she'd need to do everything she could to get through P.E. with minimal effort. She couldn't let her mother catch on to how out of shape she wanted to get.
Suddenly it hit her. Usually, in gym class, they did a test at the beginning of the year to see how fit you were, and as long as you improved throughout the year, you'd pass. That meant that all she had to do was pretend to be really out of shape during the first test, and then it would be easy for her to pass the test at the end of the year. She was in good enough shape now that even once she started getting fatter, she'd for sure be able still to pass the test at the end of the year. That meant she'd get to improve at a minimal effort. She could be lazy and still pass.
"I can do this," she thought to herself as she placed the schedule back onto the table and got up and walked over to the stove, "this is going to be easy."
She loaded up her plate full of food and felt her mouth begin to water. She quickly filled her mouth with a forkful of pancake and syrup as the warm food made its way down her throat. She swallowed and sat back in her chair, and before she knew it, the plate was empty. She'd had twice as many pancakes as she usually had, though that meant she only had four, and there were still almost two dozen over by the stove. Marie bit her lip as she eyed the massive stack of pancakes sitting by the stove and then to her empty plate. Smiling, she stood up and made her way to the pancakes to load up even more.
After breakfast, Marie quickly got ready for school and rushed out into the cool morning. She had to stop herself from jogging to school to burn off her large breakfast but found she actually enjoyed being able to take in her surroundings as she walked along the quiet streets. When she made it to school, she checked in at the office to get her locker combination and went to find her locker. Even the school was fairly empty as she walked along the halls. She was used to having to push her way through a sea of students, but here she figured she could walk in a straight line down the hallway without running into anyone.
Her first couple of classes were pretty similar to those back in her old city, though there weren't nearly as many kids. However, her third class was the one she was dreading most— her first P.E. class.
Marie quickly changed in the small locker room before heading into the small, worn gymnasium. The gymnasium was a small, worn-down building. It looked like it was at least fifty years old, if not significantly older. The floors were covered in dust, and the walls were cracked and chipping. The design of the building never seemed to have been taken into consideration as there weren't any windows, meaning it was constantly dark inside if you turned off the lights. The wood floor creaked with every step Marie took as she approached the teacher near the center of the large room.
"So, you must be Marie," the muscular man said as she approached.
She nodded, "Yes, sir."
"Hmph, good to see someone with manners," the man growled as he glared at the other students that had already gathered around him, "Normally, I don't let students take two gym classes, but your parents were very adamant that you were quite the athlete and needed the challenge."
Marie felt her heart sink at his words. If she followed through with her plan, the gym teacher would think her parents were lying, but if she actually showed what she could, it would make it much harder to gain weight and pass the class. Though, this would make her story about not gaining weight on purpose look the most believable. After all, no one would think she was trying to get fat if she put forth the gym class effort. Though, she could always do well and then forget about getting a good grade. Sure it would make her look like she didn't really care if she got fat, but then she could at least save face for her parents, and hopefully, no one would catch on that she was gaining weight on purpose.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Komfy Kat (UN: komfykat at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
The Remixer has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author