Recursive Growth

Lorraine wheezed, her lard-coated fingers flexing helplessly as her continued, steady growth rendered their range of motion more limited by the second. Her massive, flabby chest wobbled with each laborious inhale, the act of sucking in even a partial breath a challenge when so much weight was now bearing down on her frame.

She'd known messing with time travel would be a bad idea. When she figured out that Calvin was a time traveler, when Emmett had given her a chance to break history and take part in early time travel experiments, there had been a deep-rooted sense that it was bound to go wrong --- if Calvin jeopardized his existence so easily, what could she and Emmett do with more intentional meddling?

Frankly, at this point the Baines girl had made so many jumps through time in her past few years that she wasn't sure where the problem occurred. But somehow, somewhere, she'd intersected her own timeline in such a way that a recursive loop had formed. At multiple points she'd meddled and adjusted her past for the better (she was selfish, but could you really blame her?), and at any one of those points she feared was the cause.

"Hfwhuuhhh... hhhehh..." She tried to speak, but all of her strength had to go into inhaling and exhaling as she sank deeper into her own mass. Her mind felt foggy as vague memories of new timelines overlapped with old, slowly burying any actual knowledge of her own past with an increasingly jumbled loop of the same moments. Had it been when she first convinced her past self not to worry so much about a trim figure? Was it when she brought that futuristic dehydrated food to herself in 1956 under the guise of a product trial? Was it... was it...

The next thought fell apart, as Lorraine realized with a troubling, shuddering wheeze that she couldn't remember what she was thinking. So many iterations of her life now overlapped that she could hardly remember what year it was, or what she'd been doing before she started ballooning in her bedroom. As the floor creaked below her, she simply slumped back into her own fat, wheezing and sputtering and hoping that Emmett or some past version of herself was already on-task trying to prevent this moment from happening...

...Because frankly, if she got so big that she busted through the floor, she was pretty sure no amount of temporal meddling would ever let her forget the humiliation.