Chrissie arrived home tired, with her feet aching because she had to walk back. She turned off her walkman and threw her big body on her parents' couch. She was staring at the ceiling while unbuttoning the first couple button from a white shirt. It rolled up a little â most buttons holding on for dear life â displaying the bottom of her gut. She sighed and heard her stomach gurgle, she had not eaten in a few hours.
"How was the interview, Chrissie?" her mother asked.
"I dunno. OK, I guess," she answered.
"Did they say if you got the job?"
"Well, they still had some people to interview, but they said they'll get back to me..." she was a little irritated with the questions, in fact she thought the interview did not go so well, "what's for dinner?"
"I didn't make dinner, thought you were going out again..." her mother said, and with a condescending tone she continued: "you know, if you hadn't done that to your hair, and those... things on your face, I bet they'd have hired you right then and there."
"Oh mom, not now, seriously."
"I am serious, Chrissie, you're an adult, and you're acting like a child. You barely get out of the house, you're gaining a ton of weight, and you expect me to have dinner on the table for you?"
The comment about her weight had hurt the most.
"Yeah, you know what, fuck this," she said, getting up, and when she did the shirt rolled up even more, exposing her large underbelly.
"Where are you going? Don't tell me you're running off to that boy again! What are you going to do? Live off his restaurant job forever?"
"Shut the fuck up, mom. At least he doesn't treat me like shâ tell you the truth: he adores me! Not like dad who's probably screwing the neighbor right now while you pretend not to care."
Her mother gasped and was speechless, and she ran up the stairs and packed everything she could into a big suitcase. Outside she could hear the sound of thunder, and big heavy gray clouds covering the sky. She grabbed the phone and called Stu's, Ritchie was probably just leaving work at that moment. She was crying with anger, and she caught a glimpse of herself in the big wardrobe mirror.
Her body looked even bigger in her small childhood bedroom. She was very tall, and now with the added weight she looked like a fat amazon. Her upper arms were stretching the seams of the shirt's sleeves, and her boobs were almost jumping out of it. Her pot belly was round and bulky, her belly button nowhere to be seen because of how deep into fat it was. There were the huge love handles, sitting comfortably on her ass and thighs, that seemed to be almost ripping the black skirt she was wearing.
"Fuck..." she uttered under her breath, she was immense.
"Stu's Kitchen, this is Boe."
"Boe, it's Chrissie, get me Ritch."
"Sure thing girl," Boe answered happily.
When the camaro parked on Chrissie's parents' house, the rain had just started, and it was a heavy one. A storm was quickly forming, and he could see the girl sitting out on the porch, with the big suitcase and a backpack by her side. When she saw the car she jumped up and went towards it, rain falling on top of her.
"Chrissie, you get back here right this second!" her father shouted harshly.