Kallie Tell

Amusement Park Pounds- Part 5

Added 2025-08-27 01:32:12 +0000 UTC

A week from the year's dining plan deadline, Carly was beginning to realize things had gone too far.

In her home life, the new weight was far more evident than the mechanized ease of the park. She was wheezing from the simple act of brushing her teeth, struggling to heave herself out of bed, and grunting and groaning as she forced down bite after bite during her nightly stuffings, her belly now best used as an expansive, wobbling table. She often found herself desperately wishing for a mobility scooter for her quickly shrinking hallways, despite her continual promises she would never become that lazy. She felt as if the walls were closing in, although more accurately, she was expanding towards them, and everything in her house, from her once oversized loveseat to her closet full of outgrown clothes, made her feel like the behemoth lard ass she’d eaten herself into.

Dressing her fatty lump of a body had gotten so difficult that Carly had taken to wearing tent-sized mumus. Her tits continued to inflate, swelling to the point that they obscured her vision of her belly, and she could barely reach the bottom of her gut anymore, much less grab the entire mass in both hands. She usually gorged herself until she couldn't move, fell into a short food coma, and awoke to waddle and lumber her way to the park.

She’d turned herself into an entirely different being, eaten herself into a girl fat enough to be outgrowing a queen-sized bed, and she still couldn't stop. She’d be forced to stop soon. Once her dining plan expired, she’d be done. Really and truly done. She’d spent far more than $50,000 with all the family combos and extra servings she’d crammed down over the course of the year, and yet she still couldn't quit, still couldn't quite admit that the park didn't care. That they earned so much money from so many other tired parents and over-caffeinated tourists that one abuse of their meal plan was a drop in a bucket. She still needed to eat the amount she swore she would. She still needed to make them admit their mistake.

She waddled to guest services with three days left on her plan, feeling particularly heavy. She’d been overdoing it that week even to her standard, which was truly saying something. She told herself it was to get the park administration's attention, but she knew it was simply because she’d miss the meals, miss the crispy, savory, addicting tastes of some of the best-tasting and least healthy food she’d ever had. Her weight had clearly shot up again with her recent bout of pig-outs, and she sat on the mobility scooter heavily, the metal creaking as she settled her doublewide, jiggling ass into the accommodating seat. She began her slow and steady drive to Cowabungas, made much slower by the scooter's oversized load, when she saw the back of a very familiar head.

“Megan?” she called without thinking, her face already reddening as she realized what she’d done.

Her sister turned to scan the crowd and her eyes widened the second she saw a massively inflated, fat-faced Carly wheeling towards her, so swollen with excess lard she was barely able to cram herself in the park's rented mobility scooter.

“Carly?” Megan questioned in disbelief. “Carly, what the- What the fuck are you doing here?”

“What-,” Carly stopped, hoping against reason that she somehow didn't look as fat as she felt. “What are you doing here?”

“It's Grayson's birthday. You know he loves Silver Wave. We came here last year for his party, remember?”

“Yea I remember, I…Wait,” Carly said, cutting herself off. “Wait. Why didn't you invite me to Grayson's party?”

“Cause you always say no to everything nowadays,” Megan pointed out angrily. “You’ve rejected every invitation to hang out for like, a year, and, and…”

She stopped, staring down at the mass of fat that Carly had become.

“Well, I guess I know why.”

“But I would’ve come to this!” Carly insisted, skating past the jab at her explosion in size.

“This, why this?” Megan demanded.

“Because it was here! I always come here, Carly rambled. “I bought this meal plan, and…Well, I mean, I didn't buy it, and they made a mistake, and I thought 33 days would be enough time for a refund, and so I was eating the amount that the plan costs, and it was a lot, and then-

Megan held up a hand

“So, you’ve been here eating. You’ve been here eating yourself into,” she gestured towards the blob spilling out of the mobility scooter as if it weren't her sister. “This. I didn't even recognize you, you know. Walked right past you and thought, damn, that fat fuck really ruined their life for fucking cheeseburgers. It wasn’t until you called my name that I realized that fat fuck is my fucking sister. Jesus, Carly.”

“It wasn't fair!” Carly defended nonsensically. “It was the principle of the situation.”

“Like those exact words haven't gotten you into trouble all your life,” Megan griped with an eye roll. “Look, I'm about to go find Grayson and his friends.”

She gave Megan a small smile.

“At least you’ve been keeping up with him. He loves texting you, I swear it's his favorite thing about getting a cellphone last year. And you know 13-year-olds. They're grown, wanna wander off on their own. I don’t….I don’t think Grayson should see you like this, ok? So fat you can’t even walk, I think it’ll scare him for you. And you’re gonna be fine, right? You’re gonna, like, get over whatever this is?” Megan asked awkwardly, again gesturing to Carly’s body as a whole.

Carly sighed. As always, her sister’s support was well-meaning, but ineffectual and more than a little offensive.

“Yea,” she confirmed, pressing one fat-fingered hand into the side of her now grumbling mass of a gut.

“Good,” said Megan, smiling wider. “It's good to see you. Stop declining invites, ok?”

She slipped into the crowd and Carly beelined for Cowabunga, already planning a mind-numbing stuffing to help rid her of the terrifying memory.

364 days after the activation of her Silver Wave dining plan, Carly, now well over double her starting weight, panted lightly as she waited at the same glass ticket enclosure that had infuriated her a year earlier. Waddling to the counter unassisted had been more difficult than she anticipated, and she realized she was beginning to feel the hanging apron of her belly slap against her upper thighs when she waddled, slowing her even further than the burden of her bulk already did.

Not that her refusal to reveal the realities of her gain would allow her to know it, but the formerly 150-pound Carly had stuffed her once average body with 251 heavy, wobbling pounds of fat in a year's time, bringing her to a very obviously overfed 401. At 5 '4 she was wider than she was tall and so massively flabby, so exuberantly bulging with lumps of jiggling lard, that she looked to be more fat than she was person. She was panting through pursed lips, her expression permanently altered by the fat rearranging her face, and the same glassy-eyed attendant turned to greet her.

“Whoa,” he commented.

Carly blinked, certain he was referring to her weight but too embarrassed to confront him.

“I’d like to urp purchase an annual dining plan please.”

“No problem,” the attendant answered. “Are you like, sure though? Cause last year a lady bought the plan and then like, freaked out on me.”

“That was-” Carly started, then sighed. “Yea. I'm sure.”

She swiped her card and watched her phone hungrily for her digital pass to update.

Just a few more seconds, and another year of-

She stopped, frowning down at the phone clutched in her chubby mitts.

“This is the daily plan,” she informed the shaggy-esque ticket attendant.

“Huh?” he mumbled.

“This is the daily plan,” Carly repeated, "I wanted the annual plan, you sold me the daily plan.”

The attendant shrugged.

“I'm new.”

After purchasing an annual plan to activate the next day, Carly rolled into the park on her steadily slowing mobility scooter, the rolls of fat pushing over each side jiggling with every bump.

She had a dining plan to take advantage of.