Angela's Farm, Chapter 1

“She's going to fatten you up,” Sarah said casually then took a bite from her muffin. “You should have another one to get ahead while you still can. The chocolate ones are the best.”

Olivia sat across the table, checking her phone and for the last thirty minutes, she tried not to listen to her friend. Sarah always talked too much, jumping from topic to topic and frequently making no sense to an occasional listener. Olivia had learned to mostly ignore it after living with her for the past two semesters, but this last bit somehow caught her attention. She looked up and frowned. “What?”

“She always tries it on me, "Sarah continued, rotating the muffin in front of her face as if evaluating its perfect shape. "She never succeeded though, but that's hardly her fault, is it?”

Olivia deduced that Sarah was probably referring to her aunt Angela since they were sitting in Angela's guest house. Through the window, she could see the sun setting over the vast fields. She'd forgotten they were in Montana for a moment.

Olivia still remembered the shock of stepping off the bus in the middle of nowhere. They had to walk for good ten minutes along a gravel road before reaching a strange-looking gate with a sign informing them that they were entering "Essie's Farm" and assuring them they were most welcome.

"I think Essie was my grandma's or her grandma's dog, or it could be my grandma's grandma's name, or the name of her horse, or something entirely different, " Sarah explained.  "Olivia, please stop asking me stupid questions every two minutes. You are not going to be murdered here.”

Olivia was not completely convinced. The sign appeared to have been hanging there for the better part of a millennium. Fine, maybe not that long, but at least since the 1930s. For Olivia, a newly-minted 20-year-old, that was as good as eternity.

Someone scribbled "organic" above the letters with a very wobbly hand and what Olivia hoped was just very runny red paint.  The sign looked like it was crying blood, and she thought she was about to start as well. She looked suspiciously at the dark trees, fearful of what might be lurking within them. After all, this was far from any civilization, far from Seattle. This was Montana!

Well, her university experience was not what she had anticipated. The first semester got off to a good start. She moved into the dorm and met her odd, but entertaining roommate Sarah, and started having fun, but by the second semester, the pandemic had hit and everything fun had been canceled and classes had been moved online.  Suddenly there was no student life or no life at all.

Olivia was so eager to experience “the next exciting chapter in your life” as the UW brochure promised, but instead, she sat in her room on Zoom, pretending to be in class. All she had really learned was how to appear mentally alert on camera while doodling in her notebook and eating Oreos.

When Sarah came one day with her latest idea, it felt almost like salvation.

"My aunt is looking for some idiots to work at her dairy farm this summer. I immediately thought of you, Olivia, when she told me that all the food would be provided and then some."

Typical Sarah! She always acted as if Olivia had some kind of food addiction that required intervention, and in Sarah's strange world, that intervention was to bring her more food.  She even enrolled Olivia in some weird baking club or sorority, which she then attended in her place, returning with bags of delicious croissants. And sure, Olivia would gladly eat them. Why not?   But she would hardly describe herself as chubby. Okay, maybe a little chubby. With a slightly larger-than-average ass, but it wasn't her fault.

In fact, Olivia rarely ate anything at home because her mother's cooking was, to be polite, less than digestible.  Sarah was the one who'd kill for chocolate mousse, not her. Except her roommate could eat a horse with a saddle and Canadian Royal Mountie and still look like a twig. Olivia would have two croissants and her pants would feel tight the next day. Well, figuratively, of course. She'd have a lot more than just two, but the shrinking pants problem was still a real thing.

Anyway, she had to agree after some deliberation that the best course of action would be to take a full academic leave and simply weather the shutdowns at Sarah's aunt's until things returned to normal. So instead of having no social life at a school, they would have no social life at a dairy farm in Montana. She might even get to know a few cows. Exactly like her first semester at the university, Olivia recalled.

And now they were here, in this small room with two beds and a table, eating muffins.

"Every time I visit, my aunt tries to stuff me as much as she can," Sarah continued, surprisingly staying on the same subject for longer than a few minutes.

Olivia nodded. "She certainly has the look."

That was her second shock after they arrived. Meeting Sarah's aunt Angela.

With Sarah being so thin, Olivia didn’t expect her aunt to be so … fucking massive. Olivia swore that the entire world had vanished when aunt Angela hugged her, as she was swallowed and deafened by the aunt's squishy immensity, being surrounded from almost every side.

The third shock was meeting Sarah’s older cousin Jenna. A pretty brown-haired girl in her mid-twenties and looking to be very determined to catch up to her mom’s enormous size. In Olivia's opinion, she was already more than halfway there. She was clearly a successful young lady.

Olivia had to force herself to look away from Jenna's body barely contained by her tight shorts and shirt, her fat spilling out of them at every opportunity.  She thought that people in these rural areas may have built the barn doors so wide to accommodate the growing size of their daughters rather than the needs of the animals.

Sarah said it was fat genes that affected her mom’s sister's side. Olivia had serious doubts. They were only there for a few hours, but with the amount of food Angela managed to feed her daughter during that time, fat genes were redundant. Any darn genes will do. However, Jenna seemed to be more than just a willing participant. Perhaps special genes were required after all to be able to chew and swallow all the time.

"We always come here for the winter holidays, and I couldn't zip up my jeans when we left last year. Jin-Jin gave me one of her old skirts from when she was skinny. Imagine that! Me, in a skirt.” Sarah boasted.

Olivia couldn’t imagine any part of what Sarah had just said.

“Skinny?  When did your cousin get so huge?“ She asked about the last non-imaginable detail. Sarah not zipping up her jeans was a close second. Sarah in a skirt was indeed beyond her mental comprehension.

“It was gradual progress, but the last few years have been especially productive. Every time I saw Jin-Jin, her ass doubled. The skirt, on the other hand, could have been from when she was ten. It was a bit too short and a bit too wide for me."

“She doesn’t seem to mind, though.” Olivia took a bite of her muffin. It was incredible.

“Oh no, she absolutely loves it.”

“She loves being this big?”

"Look from the window, fat-ass, we're not in Seattle anymore. This farm is all organic butter and cream and so is she. Don’t tell me you don’t like it." She pointed at the muffins when she saw Olivia's confused look.

Olivia did like the muffins. Yes, indeed. She reached for another one. Was that her third or fourth? Her grandma would describe them as moist. 'Thish muffin ish sho moisht, dear, it meltsh under my denturesh. Have you sheen them shomewhere?'

Grams used to be a good cook who enjoyed eating in her younger pre-dentures days. It was only her daughter who turned meals into corporal punishment. 'Olivia, finish your cauliflower rice or no Internet for a week.'

“I wonder how it feels to be so ...,” Olivia started when a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Put on your undies, you two," a muffled voice said from behind the door. "I came bearing gifts."

“Speaking of fat-as-fuck devils. Come in ‘JJ’”, Sarah responded.

Jenna entered the room, and Olivia, once again, tried not to stare. She was still surprised that a girl of Jenna's size would dress so provocatively. Jenna didn't just wear clothes that were a few sizes too small and happily bursting out of them in every direction. Her outfit appeared to have been chosen to emphasize every inch of her flab. Perhaps this was some sort of dress code over here in the wild lands. To show the visitors that the dairy business was growing.

She was dressed in a blue sports bra that barely kept her cantaloupe-sized breasts in place. Her belly bulged from beneath them, huge, jiggly, and very naked. Her fat thighs and enormous buttocks were crammed into a pair of tight black leggings that, like her bra, were just one small meal away from bursting at the seams. She had the strong appearance of someone who broke into a yoga class, stole their clothes, and then ate all the participants.

At the very least, she wasn't wearing the skin-tight mini shorts Olivia had witnessed today at dinner, where the girl's fat belly and massive overflowing thighs would obscure them from view, giving the impression that she wasn't wearing anything. Seeing so much bubbly flesh at once was a little too overwhelming for Olivia, so she had to look away and pretend she was reading a message on her phone.

"We were just talking about you," Sarah said as Jenna plopped on the chair, which squeaked in protest.

"Yeah? Was it about my juicy ass?" She reached for the plate and took the three remaining muffins.

"Exactly. Olivia was just saying she'd love to grow an ass as big as yours." Sarah was grinning from ear to ear.

“No, I did not say that! I was just - ,“ Olivia started protesting, then paused, looking for the least offensive words. What exactly was she saying?

Jenna smiled at her, “It could be easily arranged.”

“ - I was just admiring your enormous confidence,” Olivia concluded, immediately realizing that it probably sounded horrendous.  She tried to clarify it by adding, "I mean, with huge your body and such," digging herself even deeper.  She bit her lip, her face blushing like a plum blossom. She decided that the best strategy, for now, would be to vanish. She shut her eyes. It had no effect. She had a strong feeling that Jenna could still see her, so she resigned by slamming her forehead against the table.

“Thanks! It took a lot of effort,” Jenna patted her belly and stuffed a muffin in her mouth. She chewed for a moment then grinned, “No, I'm totally fucking with you. It didn't take effort at all. But hey, I came here to properly introduce myself with this…,” she looked around puzzled, ”Shit, I forgot it. Sarah, pumpkin, you've got the smallest ass from the tree of us. Run to the main house and bring the wine from the fridge. Grab another plate of my mom’s muffins, I can see Olivia is barely able to keep her head straight from hunger.”

From her new vantage point at the tabletop, Olivia watched Sarah leave the room, and for a few seconds, she could still hear her fading steps accompanied by a mumble about not being a fucking servant to a fucking hippo and a fucking wanna-be hippo.

"I'm sorry," Olivia finally said quietly. She wasn't trying to sound like a bitch, it just came off that way, but that was too long to explain.

Jenna shrugged, “Sorry for what? We’re just having a little fun, no?” She pulled her leggings down under her belly, allowing her fat roll to spill out onto her lap, then grabbed her jiggling fat.

"But if you are referring to this ample warehouse of lard, you don't have to feel sorry for yourself, you can easily grow your own. You're in the right place. I can show you how.” She winked at Olivia. "You definitely have good potential, unlike my scrawny cousin. There are more wild penguins in Montana than she has fat cells on her body. That poor fucker. The genes had really screwed her up, am I right? Don't worry, Olivia, more muffins will be here in a sec."

Olivia blushed even more. Part of it was because she had noticed her stomach growling when she heard the word muffin.