Mackenzie Fogle wasn't quite sure how she wound up being the skinniest out of any group of people—let alone Haley West's weird little hodgepodge friend group.
"C'mon cuz, one leg in front'a the other."
Getting Mack anywhere these days was an ordeal, but at least where she was going was somewhere that could handle a whole lotta woman. She’d heard about these “Goldfish Homes” here and there—for the past few months, she’d been getting personalized ads for them out the wazoo. The country-sized country mouse extended one arm so that she could grab Carly's hand to help brace herself. Her legs felt heavier now than they used to back when she ran track; after practice, they'd feel like sandbags. Now they sorta looked like sandbags, with all that heft hanging off at every angle and how heavy they dragged across the car seat.
“Theeere we go.” Carly grunted as Mackenzie slowly started to pour out of the back of Aunt Sharon’s van, “Lemme back up a bit…”
Living with her cousin had wound up putting more pounds on Carly than it had Mackenzie. Whereas Mackenzie eventually managed to plateau somewhere north of six hundred, Carly was hardly as inoculated against her cousin’s runoff gains as anyone expected. The plan had been for them both to get a little independence and maybe to help Big Mack drop a chin or two in the process. Instead, Carly just wound up cresting north of two-fifty and counting while Mackenzie had only recently managed to stabilize at just past enormous.
“Shoo… we better be at the right place.” Mackenzie panted with just the exertion of prying herself from the van’s sliding door, “That van and I are ‘bout done with each other.”
Mackenzie had evolved into this massive, belly-heavy watermelon that could hardly see two feet in front of her, let alone her toes. The shelf of size that sagged out and down between her legs was easily the most dominating thing about her figure, to the point where her fat little knees no longer batted against it whenever she walked. Her dense, barrel-shaped body was deeper than it was wide by this point. Mackenzie’s stomach made her walk swaybacked and splay-legged as throw pillow arms swung from side to side. Her spare tire was thicker around than most womens’ thighs, and it forced her swaddled biceps upwards at a slight angle even when idle. Mackenzie’s face, even, was set behind insular jowls, cheeks, and chins—so far and away removed from the high school athlete that it was exhausting for her just to take a few steps, let alone waddle her big ass up the driveway.
“Hell if they make Goldfish Homes, I’m sure they make Goldfish Cars too.” Carly snarked with a casual look around the gated community, “They don’t look like they’re Fat People houses—”
“What the fuck Carly?”
“I mean you’re the one who called ‘em that.” The younger blonde snorted, slamming the car door shut, “’sides, I’m clearly callin’ the kettle black—where’s my fat girl house?”
If anybody needed a house that didn’t feel like it was going to fall in on itself every time she dragged her big butt out of bed, it was Mackenzie. Having Tiffy even on the weekends was rough on her, and sharing their granny’s place with Carly was just not the vibe that she was trying to take into her thirties. This visit had been equal parts catching up with old friends and speculative house hunting on her behalf—she could sell her granny’s house and use it to put a down payment on a place where she wouldn’t have to turn sideways to enter every door!
“Big ol’ path here…” Carly said, bemused at the size of the sidewalk that led off the path of the driveway, as she turned back to her sputtering cousin, “You holdin’ up back there?”
“Yeah.” Mackenzie panted, “S’just… hot…”
“Seriously, fuck Summer.” Carly reached down between her legs and picked at her denim shorts as they gathered along the crotch, “If they don’t have A/C I’ll be surprised.”
The flagrantly fat Fogles waddled up the path that led from the driveway to the front door. Mackenzie placed both hands on her stomach to help stop the sloshing as she eclipsed her cousin Carly. She was breathing hard just from that few feet, and felt every step that they’d taken along the way. The sooner she got to sit down, the better...
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