Flabby Abby Chapter 1: Gaining More Than Knowledge

Abby was 19 and heading off to college for her first semester. When she left for college her well-to-do parents handed her a credit card for food telling her not to worry about spending too much and to treat herself to whatever, Abby was filled with childish excitement because this meant she would be able to live her childhood dream of living off junk food. Abby had always had a strong metabolism, so she wasn’t worried about the change to her diet that college life would bring or what the sugary sweets she was sure to buy would do to most girls’ waistlines. Abby had weighed a consistent 155 pounds for the last four years, she had a little pudge to soften her up a bit, but she was still "thin". She knew she could eat anything and not gain a pound. Abby had shoulder length light brown hair with a pinch of red in it as well, she wore large round glasses that framed here warm brown eyes, she opted more for comfort when dressing, she liked to wear cozy sweaters and soft tee-shirts, avoiding tight jeans in favor of stretchy figure-hugging yoga pants or sometimes baggy sweatpants, she enjoyed how the yoga pants would show off her plump derriere, here proudest feature. She liked to admire her butt in the mirror when she changed, something about the softness of it always fascinated her, she liked how soft and squishy it was to the touch when she squeezed it and how it wobbled when she shook it with her hands, but she never thought too deeply about it. There wasn’t much muscle below the fat on her body either, she was rarely active, opting instead to tend to her studies or play games on her computer, her favorite being the Sims, this lack of exercise gave her whole body a softness to it.

Throughout the beginning of Abby’s first semester she packs away food mindlessly while working on her schoolwork for her major in graphic design, sugary sweets fueling her studies, her favorite snack being a mug full of chocolate ice cream, she would often go through a couple cartons a week, sweet chocolate being on her lips multiple times a day. Something else that Abby enjoyed was her roommate Samantha who was a culinary major with a focus on baking who loved to share her work, meaning cakes, pies and cookies weren’t in short supply, she was really sweet and would always sheepishly insist that Abby try her latest dish and Abby would never refuse, smitten by her roommates baking and cute smile. Abby spent hours a day studying with greasy take out or a plate of cookies always in arm’s reach, a local burger place had a great combo deal with a double cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake, they offered the deal in larger portions too, adding more patties, cheese and fries, but Abby wasn’t too greedy.

Abby rarely missed an opportunity to indulge a little, what was gonna stop her, she enjoyed the taste of freedom, quite literally, fueling her studies with decadent foods would lead to good grades, but they would also led to a healthy layer of fat around her midsection, but this would go unnoticed by Abby for quite some time, her attention was more on her schoolwork than on her body’s softening features. Even showering she manages to miss how each time she seems to have more body to scrub with her loofa, she spends her time in the shower in thought, thinking about new designs for a project or her next meal, too distracted to notice her new plushness. Her clothes fit a bit more snuggly, but she attributed it to the defunct dryer in her dorm shrinking her clothes, no time to worry about it though. Eventually Thanksgiving would come around, and 30 extra pounds of fat would already be sitting on her frame gathering stares from her family, she didn’t notice these stares, she instead indulged in large portions of gravy-soaked turkey and pumpkin pie slathered in whipped cream, she didn’t think it was strange that she let go a little be today, everyone stuffs themselves on Thanksgiving. When the meal was all said and done Abby would have helped herself to more food than anyone else, leaving the table with her taut belly poking out from under her shirt but not a word from her family.

Abby wouldn’t become aware of her recent weight gain until there’s snow on the ground and she's home for Christmas, with her doughy belly just barely covered by an oversized sweater and the waistband of some very stretchy yoga pants digging into her belly’s soft flesh. She’s packed on another 20 pounds since Thanksgiving, pushing her into the 200s, she had finals and rich cold weather comfort foods to thank for those pounds. Abby’s growing body gathers even more glances from her family this time around, but still nobody says anything even when she’s packed away twice her usual amount without missing a beat, her stomach filled with buttery bread, more turkey coated in gravy, thick butter filled mashed potatoes, not to mention the chocolates and sweets she was munching before dinner started, and soon a couple pieces of cheesecake, her full belly pushing down the waistband of her leggings and her sweater riding up to reveal a strip of her pale belly. She didn’t intend to stuff herself silly, she just hadn’t been able to escape the allure of another bit of food since her appetite started growing from never being away from a snack. She feels the air on her exposed belly and habitually tugs her sweater downward, she catches her mom’s stare and apologizes, the dryer had been shrinking her clothes lately, clothes not covering up all that they should had become a common occurrence, her mom decided to let it slide, Abby couldn’t remain oblivious to her gain that much longer right?

Abby spent the next few weeks of her break enjoying her time away from studying and taking advantage of a pantry that was never short supplied, her idle snacking would continue through long sessions of gaming, chips, soda and cookies filling her belly. She was having a lot of fun designing a new family of sims one night, she was feeling self-indulgent (not a surprise) and made one sim based on herself and another based on her roommate Samantha who she had started to miss since being away for a couple weeks. She played with their outfits for hours trying to find the cutest clothes. Before she finished her eyes glanced at the slider to the left, one that controlled her sim’s weight, she had her own weight set to the svelte figure she thought she still had, something in her was curious, she moved her cursor over and moved the slider up, she watched as her virtual-self grow fatter and fatter until the slider reached the top, her sim reacted by patting her belly lightly, she was now twice as big as she was before, the game did a decent job of simulating her sim’s bigger belly and thick thighs. Abby felt a kind of excitement from this she couldn’t explain, she slid it back down and chose not to think about it. She placed the two thin women in a small house and grabbed a cookie to celebrate.

Her time at home was drawing to a close and Abby was packing some fresh outfits for the next semester. She had spent the last few months in baggy sweatshirts and stretchy pants, opting for comfort and warmth during the winter months. Around the house for the past few weeks she had been wearing some very large sweatpants and “oversized” tee-shirts that she had been swimming in months prior, but they now fit like normal clothing on her plumped up figure, this change wasn’t clear to Abby, however. She was excited to make the transition into her favorite seasons, spring and then later summer, she was packing her favorite tee-shirts, jean shorts, tops, and athleisure wear.

So excited by the prospect of warm weather fashion Abby decided to slip into her favorite tee-shirt with a cute cartoon rabbit on it and a pair of short pink gym shorts, one of her favorite outfits, she loved how it hugged her hips and the petite features of her 155 pound body in hot summer weather. But of course, she wasn’t 155 pounds anymore, her sedentary and snack filled winter break had added another 20 pounds fat onto her body, a late Christmas gift, bringing her up to about 225 pounds. She took off her comfortable winter clothes and tossed them aside, she went for the shorts first, she stepped into them and brought them up her legs. They went on like expected until she got past her knees when she met more resistance than she was used to, then she was stuck, she couldn’t get the waistband past her wide hips and ample butt, made larger and softer by extra fat, it was caught right under her butt, this was new. She tugged harder, this must be a fluke, the shorts squeezed her hips and thighs and lifted and jiggled her dome like cheeks, her body would jiggle with each exhausted tug. Eventually she succeeded, the waistband stretched more than it ever had before and made its way past her blubbery bottom and rested just below her belly. She considered this a victory, she reached for the shirt next, a bit of sweat forming on her forehead both from struggling into her shorts and from how nervous she was, slowly realizing how her body had changed. She pulled the shirt over her head and got her arms through the sleeves, they weren’t as spacious as she remembered, instead her arms filled the sleeve. She started to pull it down her torso, first struggling a bit to get past her boobs which she now noticed barely fit into her bra anyway, then over her midsection, but she ran out of fabric much sooner than she expected. The shirt was pulled taut barely past her navel, when she let go of the shirt the hem began to rid up her belly revealing her bellybutton and a generous amount of pale flab. Abby stopped, her brain processing the situation, clearly the outfit didn’t fit, but there was no dryer to blame.

It finally dawned on her, after a semester of constant snacking on rich sugar filled pastries and greasy calorie laden take out, she was FAT.

She was too caught up in schoolwork or relaxing to notice, the food that she was constantly putting into her stomach was too delicious and enjoyable to think about what it might mean for her waist. All of Samantha’s heavenly baked goods and all her favorite cheese covered burgers had made their home on her body in the form of thick doughy fat. She looked down and for the first time saw her body clearly, now swelled up with fat and crammed into clothes that couldn’t hope to fit all her new rolls. Abby froze again staring down at her protruding belly which blocked her from seeing most of her feet. After a few moments she lifted a hesitant hand and placed on her belly, testing to see if it was real or just a bad dream. Her hand made contact and she pressed it firmly into her soft midsection, it was real. She ran her hands gently over the mound of fat on her midsection, the skin was soft and sensitive, Abby was still in disbelief. She made her way to her full-length mirror and found her fat body staring back at her, she saw how her belly spilled over the tight waistband of her shorts, a massive globe of fat dwarfing every other feature of her body, even her previously adored ass. Her hands went down and cradled her underbelly, she gave her gut a small lift and she couldn’t believe how heavy it was, she had felt heavier and slower lately but she thought it was just winter laziness and her lack of moving around making her more slothful, not heavy fat piled on her waist. Her massive love handles were accentuated by the shorts digging into her sides, they now lived up to their name being ample handles of fat, she grabbed a handful and kneaded it for a bit. Her attention went to her bellybutton, it was fairly shallow months ago, but it had now been buried in the fat of her belly, testing its depth Abby put a hesitant finger into her navel, her finger went about 2 inches deep into a cave of fat. She took the same finger and tested how deep it would sink if she prodded her sides, her finger met very little resistance sinking easily into her soft doughy side. She then turned to see how her butt had taken the weight, it had been big before, but of course it was bigger now, but no longer her biggest feature, her belly took that role now. She placed a hand on each cheek and gave them a firm squeeze, there was certainly more jiggle and squish there now, but was it too much of a good thing? She looked at her thighs next, speckled with cellulite and permanently pressed against each-other. Even her face had softened up with fat, she now had slightly more pronounced cheeks and all of her features had been rounded, including the hint of a double chin forming.

“I don’t believe it.” She muttered under her breath, her hands now exploring the rolls on her side. “I’m fuckin’ huge!” Her heart was racing from shock, she didn’t think this was possible. Her metabolism had kept away any amount of fat that tried to make its way onto her body in the past, she thought she was invincible to weight gain. But she was wrong, and she noticed far too late. But much like when she squeezed her soft butt months ago, she had a weird feeling in the back of her mind, but she still didn’t register it. Instead her mind leapt to weight loss, she couldn’t stay like this! Nobody wants to be fat! This means she had to start exercising? Gross! But if it meant losing all this flab it was necessary, that’s what she’d grown up to think, flab is not fab. She had to watch what she ate too; she had just gotten to a place in life where she could eat all her favorite foods all the time and this was the result. What exactly was the result she wondered; how much does she weigh now? How much of her is fat now? She struggled out of her tight clothes and walked over to her closet in her underwear, she reached inside and pulled out a neglected scale, blew some dust off of it and gave it some fresh batteries. When it was ready to go, she took a moment to step on, dreading what it was about to tell her. Abby closed her eyes, took a deep breath and stepped on. She heard a beep when the scale was done weighing her heft, Abby slowly opened her eyes and glanced downward, past her belly she saw a number.

“225.4 pounds!!??!?!” She couldn’t help but raise her voice a bit, but not loud enough to alert anyone. “225.4 pounds.” she said again to herself, letting that number process in her brain. “The last time I weighed myself was in August, I was 155 pounds, that was less than 6 months ago…” she paused, doing some quick math, “I’ve gained 70 pounds of just fat in 6 fucking months.” She placed her hands on her belly again making a small clapping sound, her brain was spiraling again. “This is crazy! How did I not notice!? Why didn’t anyone bring it up? Everyone must think I’m a pig for getting so fucking fat!” Her face reddened “What do I do now? I go back to school tomorrow! I guess I’ll need to get some bigger clothes to cover this belly for now.”

Abby went back to finishing her packing, she noticed the snacks she had already packed and set them aside, she then put every previously baggy piece of clothing she owned into her suitcase, her mind still abuzz about her weight gain. She eventually finished and got ready for bed, put back on her sweatpants and shirt from earlier and climbed into bed, she could feel the weight of her body as she had to heft herself into bed, swearing she heard the bed frame squeak while she got settled. Tired out from all the stress of the last couple hours and still feeling the large portions of food she ate earlier in the day she didn’t plan on staying awake much longer. Lying in bed she had finally slowed down for the first time since the shock earlier, she now had a chance to explore her 70 pounds of “new” fat with a clear head. She was still in awe of it all, under her blanket her hands moved around her body, grabbing squishy rolls, squeezing her plush thighs, kneading her doughy belly, lightly patting it, feeling it jiggle and listening to the slap it made, It all felt so soft, she could imagine someone resting their head on her pillowy belly and dozing off to sleep. She had now become conscious of how much more room she was taking up, staring at the crest of her belly and the sides of her widened hips, thinking that her blanket felt a bit smaller than it had before. She pinched and grabbed her fat until that feeling was back again, the feeling when she squeezed her butt months ago, the feeling when she made her Sim fat, the feeling when she saw her fattened body in the mirror. Did she… like being fat? That’s stupid. It was just a dumb feeling; she probably just ate too many sweets. Once she starts dieting and working off this fat she’ll look back at this flab in disgust. She eventually drifted off to sleep, her hand under her shirt resting on her belly.