"Fat Black Friday and Other Stories" Part 1

I had a fantastic holiday weekend with family. Fantastic holiday weekends with family are not great for writing this kind of stuff, but I wanted to give you something.

Enjoy!

Vanessa loved shopping, clothes shopping specifically. She loved the way she looked in clothes of all kinds, and picking out new outfits to show off her fit figure was her favorite pastime.

And that’s why Black Friday was her favorite holiday.

Vanessa didn’t need to shop for exclusive deals. She came from a life of privilege. She had it all, looks, money, confidence. And what that all added up to was a desire to constantly win, to be the best, and, most importantly, to take things away from other people. Black Friday offered all of that for her. There was the thrill of competition, the thrill of winning with a big deal, looking great in a fantastic outfit, and keeping those deals and outfits out of the hands of less deserving losers. This was her time to shine.

She also found she shone the brightest whenever she was around her cousin Claire. Claire was a lump fat girl and the same age as Vanessa which meant they had grown up together as a forced family connection. Honestly, that suited Vanessa just fine. It turned out that Claire was the perfect fat girl sidekick. Claire was always good for a laugh, often at her expense. She was the fat friend that made Vanessa look even more attractive by comparison. Her fatness helped remind Vanessa to stay in shape. And on Black Friday Claire served a special purpose.

Claire was too fat to be serious competition for Vanessa when it came to rushing around for deals. Her fat legs just couldn’t carry her fast enough, and she had trouble waddling long distances without having to stop and catch her breath. But her fat frame made her very useful for Vanessa. Claire served as the perfect wall. Like an offensive lineman, Claire was there to keep people out of Vanessa’s way as she rushed into the store. Claire was great for helping to block doors at doorbusters as a means of giving Vanessa a leg up on the competition. And then afterward, Vanessa would treat Claire to a victory ice cream which was both condescending and delicious.

There dynamic was great until one fateful year.

Vanessa had already started getting under Claire’s skin the night before. At Thanksgiving dinner, Vanessa, who had had a few to many glasses of wine starting well before dinner, began make multiple remarks about Claire’s eating habits, something that started even before the main meal did.

“All this snacking is why you’re so fat, Claire,” she said even as she took a bit of her own cheese and crackers.

“Too much beer has given you a great big beer belly,” she laughed as she polished off her third glass of wine.

“Look at all this lard, lard ass. I bet your greedy gut is ready for some good eating,” said cackled as she drunkenly grabbed hold of Claire’s blubbery belly and gave it a shake for all to see.

The last one brought about a chorus of uncomfortable laughter from the present members of the family, and it should have at least earned Vanessa some kind of chastisement. But Vanessa was the family princess. She was Miss Perfect, and that meant she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. What that meant for Claire was that her family members also silently agreed with what Vanessa was saying and even the ones who didn’t chuckle at Vanessa’s antics couldn’t help but give Claire judgmental side eye everytime she filled her plate with more food.

And, of course, Vanessa’s comments just increased during dinnertime.

“That’s a lot of food, fatty.”

“You’re really making a pig of yourself. Oink. Oink. Oink.”

“More dessert? Do you really need all of that, Fatso?”

Claire was feeling very defeated that early Black Friday morning as she struggled to get her fat body out of bed in time to trudge to the mall. Vanessa, despite all of the wine she had consumed, was chipper as always. She had already gone on a morning jog. It made Claire really eager to skip right to the ice cream.

“Let’s move it, Fatso. Waddle along now. The deals await!”

The day was rough. People were exceptionally nasty as they tried to shove past Claire. Sure, Vanessa got all of the deals that she wanted and decided to reward Claire with a jumbo banana split sundae AND a milkshake, but the truth was that she was tired. She was tired of being Vanessa’s sidekick, tired of watching Vanessa be the one winning all the deals, sprinting through life with easy and privlegae, and most of all, she was tired of being stuck left behind treated like the slow fat one fed to the pack of zombies to let the faster one get away. 

From that day forward, Claire was determined to make a change. And change she did. Claire dedicated herself to fitness, to diet and exercise and to therapy to feel better about herself at any size. She worked on her physical fitness as well as her emotional maturity and self-confidence. She wasn’t going to be a sidekick, a punching bag. She was going to better herself in every way possible.

And part of bettering herself was bringing Vanessa down.

That plan started by shifting some of her bad habits to Vanessa. She encouraged Vanessa to eat more. As Claire began to diet, she pushed her plates toward her cousin, convincing her that she needed help with her diet and that Vanessa could eat whatever she wanted because of her fast metabolism. Then, with that thought triggered, it was easy to convince Vanessa to regularly indulge herself regardless of what Claire was eating. Desserts became a very regular staple of Vanessa’s new diet. She couldn’t have a meal without one… or two.

The next thing that Claire did was get to the gym more. Doing so meant that Vanessa was left bored without a sidekick more often which meant that Vanessa found herself turning toward food more often. And on the days where Claire got Vanessa to go together, Claire was in charge of the protein shakes, so Vanessa’s was always filled with fattening weight gain formula. After those gym sessions, Claire took Vanessa out for a well earned reward. Tying the idea of food to emotions, like needing a reward or needing some kind of pick me up was a great way to help Vanessa pile on the pounds.

As those pounds piled on, Vanessa began to grow increasingly stressed over the damage being done to her figure. Claire dealt with this by plying Vanessa with more food to make her feel better. She convinced her that Vanessa was just going through a phase, something that she would easily be able to pull herself out of. It was just water weight, nothing serious, a little bloating at her time of month, a few pounds she’d lose easily. Diets could always start tomorrow. Food was comforting. And once Vanessa became a stress eater, her fit figure was done for.

It became easy from that point on to keep Vanessa on her downward spiral. It turned out that since everything had always come so easy to Vanessa, she wasn’t prepared for any real adversity which meant that she was prone to giving up and giving in to her indulgences which meant once she got fat she kept getting fatter much more quickly. She didn’t know what to do, so she just gave up and ate more, dooming herself to a life of obesity.

Vanessa grew a big fat gut, a sagging belly that hung like an apron of fat over the waistband of her sweat pants, spilled out from under her shirts and sagged toward her fat thighs. It was a sack of fat, always greedy, always hungry for more fattening food that would only serve to make it larger. It was a mass of buttery blubber soft as a pillow and covered in stretch marks from having put on so much weight so fast. It was a large sloppy gut that served as the centerpiece of her humiliation. 

The fat legs that it came to rest on were thick as tree trunks and soft as dough. Her thunder thighs slapped and rubbed together as she walked, constantly chafing against each other and forcing her once elegant strut to be reduced to a ponderous waddle, slow and awkward. She had to lug a big fat ass around her as well, something fat and flabby that had replaced the pert ass cheeks she once proudly paraded about with.

It was quite a humiliating Thanksgiving that Vanessa waddled into after a very fattening year.