Megan rolled over in her double bed and glanced at the clock which read 6:58am. "Perfect," she muttered as her massive arm reached over to turn off her alarm before it even went out. As per usual she looked over at Amy's "bed" to see she was gone for her run, although she usually is back by 6:30am.
"This bitch better be getting me food," Megan said to herself, chuckling as she picked up a cold slice of pizza from the half-eaten pie sitting in her bed from the night before. As she's done every night this week, as well as a few nights during the semester, Megan ate herself to sleep in a food coma, surrounded by all of her favorite foods. Although neatly organized, there were no less than 30 pizza boxes in the girls' room stacked up high enough to be tables, along with trash bags filled with empty containers for wings, calzones, mac & cheese, and much much more. The girls aren't even messy, Amy just couldn't physically keep up with throwing out the empty containers from the amount of food Megan ate during the week.
As she finished her second slice of cold bed pizza, Amy walked in carrying two giant bags. "Gooooood morning my obese partner in crime," she said in a cheerful voice.
"Someone is chipper today," Megan said as she rubbed her eyes from the light in the hallway slipping in. Their blinds were still closed tight and the sun still wasn't fully risen. "What'd you get me?!" she said excitedly.
"Well we gotta make sure you're nice and full for the good doctor. So..." Amy pulled out half a dozen greasy breakfast sandwiches in one bag, and a ton of McDonald's breakfast in the other. "I'm gonna make sure you're nice and well fed!"
Megan's eyes lit up as she ripped open a bacon egg & cheese, grease dripping onto her stomach and lap as she sat up to eat it, but she didn't care as the fattening meat slipped down her throat. "Thank you soooo much!" she squealed with delight. "Amy wait, where did you even get this McDonald's?"
"Oh I took the bus to the mall. I figured you could use a little extra special treat today." Megan blushed. "Now you gotta finish this by 8am so we can make it down to the dining hall, get an hour of eating in, and get to our Uber by 9am." Amy said in her directorial voice.
"Yes ma'am!" Megan began tearing through the food in a matter of minutes. After the bacon egg & cheese came McDonald's hot cakes and hash browns, back to a sausage egg & cheese, then to a McGriddle. Megan is a certifiable eating machine now, and her double handed approach really cements that. "This is soooo good," Megan moaned, lapping up what was really her last few hours of being borderline-force fed to the max.
"I'm so proud of you girl. You've literally gained weight to my eyes in a week. There's no way you aren't over 350 pounds now," Amy said with a slight blush.
"I better hope I am," Megan said, mouth full of eggs and grease. "I outgrew clothes faster than I ever have this week. I'm still sad I ripped my favorite pair of leggings in class yesterday, but hey, that's what happens when you slurp down four milkshakes in an hour.
"Megan you got FOUR yesterday?! For one class?!" Amy was shocked.
"I asked for a tray," she said winking. "You can't be the only one forcing me to eat more this week, right?" Megan slapped her growing stomach as it jiggled across her entire body. "That literally never gets old." Megan and Amy both laughed.
"You know what.. you're definitely over 350 pounds right?"
"I hope so," Megan sighed.
"Fuck the weigh in this morning. I know we said we were gonna do it anyway, but I'm gonna STUFF you at the dining hall. And if you don't make it over 350 today, there's literally nothing more we could've done. So why not make it a surprise?"
"That's ballsy Amy," Megan said laughing. "But you're right. If I'm not 350 pounds, I will literally cry. I might as well only cry once at the doctor's right?"
"The only tears are gonna be of joy when you realize that we're confirmed for an apartment next year." Megan and Amy once again smiled blissfully, anticipating the days where they don't need to sleep five feet apart in twin sized beds, or as it is now, with Amy on the ground.
"Have a good day! Bye! Thank you!" Megan said overly excited as she waved her and Amy's Uber goodbye in front of her doctor's office. She was wearing some of the last clothes she had left from her giant shopping binge over spring break; the largest pair of leggings she could find in the store, and a floral top that shows off her shoulders and, recently, her stomach, which couldn't help but peak out from the bottom.
"You're ridiculous," Amy said laughing. "So are you ready to get yelled at by your doctor?"
"Oh I'm ready. He's gonna make me blush with joy whenever he tells me what size I am, I'm gonna be more embarrassed when I can't hide my excitement."
"You know that's gonna happen too. Let's try to keep our happiness until after we're out from Health Hell."
Megan started laughing hysterically. "Oh my god. That's hilarious."
The girls rode the elevator up to Megan's doctor's floor and checked in. They waited anxiously as patients were called in by nurses one by one, knowing that their work was just about over. They kept looking at each other smiling ear-to-ear, not saying anything with their mouths, but showing as much excitement as they could in a waiting room solely with their eyebrows. Until finally, the two words they were waiting for finally were spoken.
"Megan Lisowski?" a skinny, tall nurse called from the door.
"That's me!" Megan said delightfully as she wobbled up out of her seat, still not fully used to the strength it takes to lift her extra 100+ pounds.
"Okay Miss Lisowski, and..?" the nurse said referencing Amy.
"Oh this is my... partner Amy..? She's my... ride," Megan stuttered, trying to justify her random friend being allowed into her appointment.
"Oh okay, great. Anyway, please take off your shoes and put your feet against the wall here, back straight." Megan obliged and squished her fat back against the wall, almost losing balance when she felt so much more cushion back there than normal.
"Five feet, four inches... perfect. Now please step on the scale." Megan's heart began pulsing at the speed of light when she heard those words. She lifted up her left foot, which felt like a ton of bricks, followed by her right foot, and stepped on the scale and heard a beep. She waited for five seconds which felt like five hours, her palms becoming sweaty. Amy was no better, with a visible bead of sweat dripping down the skinny girl's forehead as if she just came back from her morning run. When suddenly, the number flashed before her face. And before she could even register what it said, the nurse read...
"Three hundred and sixty two point seven pounds..." she said as she wrote.
"Oh my god!" Megan exclaimed, with clear excitement in her throat. Her booty did a little shake and she twirled around, nearly falling from her excess weight as she stepped off the scale. She looked Amy in the eye with some of the most earnest happiness she's felt in her life. But she quickly snapped back to reality as the nurse spoke up.
"Well that can't be right..." Megan looked concerned. "Your report here from your August 2019 says were 205 pounds. Please step on again?" Amy chuckled as Megan stepped back on again. While Megan was still concerned her weight was wrong, Amy knew that the nurse was simply in disbelief by how much weight she gained. "Oh... 362 again... can I ask what brought you were today Miss Lisowski?" The nurse had a serious look on her face.
"Oh... my weight... yeah it's gotten high." Megan said trying yet failing to hold back her smirk.
"It sure has... well please follow me into your room. The doctor will be in shortly to assess, but don't worry Miss, I'm sure he can help you figure out a plan of action."
The nurse led Megan and Amy into a room and left them. It only took two seconds for hugging to ensue. "MEGAN, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!" Amy shouted, definitely loud enough for others in the building to hear. "Ooooh... I'm so proud of you!" she whispered.
"I can't believe it... I'm FAT Megan. Like... doctor's certified fat." The girls both hugged again with giant smiles on their face.
"I need to record this right now!" Amy said pulling out her 'FAT' notebook. "I can't believe it, 352.7 pounds... that's almost ten pounds in less than a week. I know you were eating a lot, but damn girl!"
"Amy," Megan said with an even bigger smile on her face. "Gimme that," Megan took the pen and notebook and slyly changed the 5 to a 6. "I think you misheard..."
Amy's eyes widened nearly down to her mouth. "WAIT. You gained almost..." she started whispering. "Twenty pounds this week? In one week? One week?"
"I guess you weren't paying enough attention when she read my weight, huh? What kind of feeder does that?" Megan said playfully.
"I guess my ears didn't think that was possible... I mean you did eat... a LOT this week. But... wait think about how I met you at like 200 pounds." Amy started laughing.
"The nurse's reaction when she saw my physical papers from last year. Like 'oh you should not be this fat honey'," Megan said, mockingly. "Like hell yeah I gained 160 pounds this year. Hell yeah I love food."
Amy kept on smiling. "Megan... 160 pounds. That's more than me. You gained a whole me!"
"Then I gained two you's," Megan said with a huge smile on her face. The girls embraced once more before they heard a knock at the door. Megan's skinny, tall doctor then walked in.
"Hello... Megan..." he said, losing his voice as he took one look at his enormous patient.
"Hi Doctor Grey," Megan said pleasantly, still smiling.
Megan and Amy walked out of the doctor's office 45 minutes later, laughing their asses off. "And when he said, well here's a list of 1200 calorie diets that fill you up much more than you would expect!" Amy cried.
"Yeah and I just wanted to break the news to him that 1200 calories is a snack for me. On a 'healthy' day it's a snack. That's like half a snack for me!" Megan continued laughing as she sucked on a lollipop she was reluctantly given from the checkout staffer at the front desk.
"I can't believe your fat ass got a lollipop too, the woman handing it to you was in awe."
"She's just jealous that I flaunt my flab so proudly. Also fuck him for basically saying 'yeah you have no problems now but being fat is bad so you need to lose weight', like what does that even mean?"
"That's like a doctor catch phrase, Megan. They just hate fat people. If you come in there and your blood pressure is fine and your pulse is fine and everything's fine-"
"Like mine is," Megan interrupted.
"Yup like yours is, they'll still tell you fat is bad. They're morons. I'm glad we survived that lecture."
"Barely," Megan sighed. "But we did get this!" she said as she proudly held a signed copy of her physical report stating her weight in as big a font as the number itself.
"Thank god... oh here's our Uber!" Megan and Amy got back into their Uber and set a course for home, specifically for the Residential Life office to submit their Disabled Room Request as they've been dreaming of doing for months now.
"Excuse me sir?" Megan said coyly to their driver. "For a few extra bucks can we make a detour to McDonald's?"