"I can't believe my baby's going to be in Paris for a whole year", Lauren's mother squealed excitedly while trying to stifle the tears welling up in her eyes. Lauren gave one last wave to her family before stepping into the loading ramp and disappearing from view.
Lauren Conrad was a fairly skinny girl standing 5'6" and weighing a lean 120 pounds. Despite being thin, she had a somewhat curvaceous figure that she loved to show off, especially her rather large butt. She flaunted it a bit as she skipped daintily down the entrance ramp and boarded her flight, her shoulder-length brunette locks (as well as certain other assets) bouncing as she went.
"I hope she'll be alright" Lauren's mother, Janice said to her husband, Don.
"She'll be fiiiine." Don assured her. "That girl has a good head on her shoulders and has always made good decisions in the past."
"I guess you're right," Janice replied, still a little worried. 
She had the right to worry. After all, this was the first time the eighteen year old had been away from her parents for any significant length of time. This was going to be Lauren's senior year, and instead of asking for a car or computer, all Lauren wanted for a graduation present had been this year-long exchange program sponsored by the school. Her parents had been skeptical at first, but the trip WAS quite a bargain since part of it was paid for by the French club fundraisers. Plus, it would further Lauren's French fluency and make her a more well-rounded traveler.
"It IS cheaper than a car..." Don had said. 
So, after weeks of begging and pleading, Don and Janice agreed to pay for the trip, and just like that, the wheels were in motion.
Lauren was leaving the week after school let out and wouldn't return until the end of summer the following year, so technically it was more like a year and three months that she would be gone. Janice would miss her daughter, as would Lauren's little sister, Becca. 
Becca was 17 years old and had just finished her sophomore year at the same high school as her sister. She and Lauren had always been very close, and spent most of their free time together. They were, however, extremely competitive with each other and would rarely let a challenge from the other go unanswered. Becca was a couple of inches shorter than Lauren and about 20 pounds heavier, putting her at around 140. Not fat by any means, just a little thick. While Lauren, in addition to being a member of the French club, tended to dabble in the more athletic after school programs, Becca was much less physically active and preferred playing video games at home over extracurricular activities. This was one of the main reasons that Becca had a bit fuller figure than her sister. Not that she was complaining - whereas Lauren had a mildly pudgy bottom and smaller boobs, Becca was closer to what you'd call a bombshell. Her full breast could easily fill a DD bra, and her behind could give Kim Kardassian a run for her money.
Janice and Don, being the rather progressive parents that they were, always promised to never hassle their daughters when it came to weight issues, and taught them to be accepting of their bodies at any size. Becca was glad for this as it meant she never really had to worry about what she ate, and luckily for her, she plateaued at her current size and had been that way since freshman year. 
Don and Janice were both pretty thin themselves. Don, having played football in college was 5'10" and hovered at around 200 pounds. A little stocky, but a perfectly healthy weight for a man of his height. He was 42 years old and just beginning to show a bit of receding hairline in his still gray-less brown hair. Janice was a petite woman in her late thirties who was 5'4" and weighed roughly 115 pounds. She was a naturally pretty woman who looked at least ten years younger than she actually was, with dark brunette hair which she usually kept braided. She was basically the polar opposite of Lauren in terms of body shape, with larger D cups and very little booty to speak of.
After waving goodbye to Lauren until her plane was little more than a speck on the horizon, the three remaining members of the Conrad clan made their way to gate 37 to wait for Claire – the French girl who would be swapping families with Lauren for the next year. Her plane was due to arrive in about an hour, so Janice decided just to wait on her so they wouldn't have to pass through security again. 
"I'll go grab some snacks while we wait," volunteered Becca. "I'm sure Claire would like to try some true American food after such a long flight." 
"Good idea," chimed Don. "I'm a little peckish myself. Grab enough for all of us." 
"Not too much," warned Janice. "We'll probably stop and eat something on the way home, since it is almost dinner time." 
"Fine, mom..." Becca rolled her eyes.
Sure enough, Claire's flight was right on schedule. Having only seen fuzzy pictures of Claire in e-mails from Claire's parents, the Conrads were worried they might miss her when she exited the plane, so they decided to make a little sign that said 'Claire Dubois'. A few people filed out that didn't even begin to resemble Claire, followed by the most stunning looking girl any of the Conrads had ever seen. 
Claire was taller than any of the Conrad women, standing around 5"8", with wavy blond hair that constantly looked like it was being blown in the wind. Her blue eyes sparkled and had a cheerfulness in them that could catch the average American off-guard. She was wearing a figure-hugging blue dress that showed off every curve of her svelte 110 pound body, but which still covered enough of her to be tasteful and appropriate. She didn't need the sign with her name on it – as soon as she saw Don, Janice, and Becca, she let out a little squeal and started racing towards them as fast as her matching platform heels would allow. She hugged each of them as they introduced themselves and vice-versa, and got a little conversation started. Her English was impeccable, and she explained that she had been learning it since she was six years old. It's a good thing, too, since none of the Conrads knew a word of French. (Becca had decided to take German when she learned her sister was taking French...) 
After some conversation and a few exchanged pleasantries, Don cut in. "So, ladies. What's for dinner?"
***
Lauren clutched her armrests as the plane left the tarmac. She had only flown once before and she discovered that her nervousness had not dissipated in the meantime. She started feeling a bit queasy once he plane levelled out, but lucky for her, her parents had upgraded her to first class since the trip was so cheap. 
A pretty stewardess came by almost immediately to take drink orders. 
"Do you have anything to settle my stomach?" Lauren inquired. 
"A big glass of ginger ale usually does the trick," the bubbly stewardess replied. 
"Great, give me two of those, please," Lauren said with a semi-fake grimace on her face. 
"Sure thing, sweetie," the stewardess replied. 
Lauren began to rummage through her carry-on bag for a couple of dollars to pay for the drinks when the stewardess chimed in, "Oh, that's not necessary. All drinks, snacks, and meals are complimentary for first-class passengers. Feel free to go nuts. After all, I can tell you don't get to fly much, so you might as well enjoy yourself, right?" 
The stewardess gave Lauren a genuinely kind smile which calmed Lauren's nerves a bit, then sat a large cup of ginger ale on her tray table, as well as another 20 oz. bottle next to it. 
"My name is Kate, by the way. And you are?"
"Lauren." Said Lauren sheepishly. 
"Well, Lauren, just let me know if you need anything and I'll do what I can to accommodate you. I'll be your personal butler for the next ten hours, so feel free to push that page button as many times as you need to. We'll be taking the first round of dinner orders in about ten minutes, so you might want to start thinking about whether you want the quiche or the burger. Oh, and I forgot to mention, we have an honest to God French chef on this particular flight, so the food is pretty exquisite, if I do say so myself." With that, Kate leaned back a bit and patted her belly for emphasis before maneuvering her cart to the next row of seats. 
That's when Lauren noticed how pudgy Kate actually was. She had to weigh at least 200 pounds and was desperately in need of a new uniform. The buttons on her flight attendant vest were straining with each breath Kate took, and she was unable to turn her lower body sideways when talking to passengers for fear of jamming her massive rear into the adjacent passenger's face. 
"She's obviously been enjoying the free meals on her many flights to and from Paris," Lauren thought to herself as she took a swig of ginger ale. "Still, it doesn't seem to bother her and she carries it well. I would hope I would look that good if I were her size," Lauren mused silently. 
She sat her glass down on the tray table and heard the ice cubes clink together indicating that she needed a refill. 
"Hmm, that DID make me feel better," Lauren said quietly to herself as she opened the second bottle of ginger ale and took a long sip. 
As the uneasiness in her stomach abated and the carbonation from the soda started taking effect, Lauren started to get hungry. Ravenously hungry, in fact. With that, she pushed the page button above her head (the first time of many on this particular flight). Seconds later, Kate wiggled her way down the aisle and crouched next to Lauren. 
"What can I get you, sweetheart?" she asked. 
"Actually, I was just wondering if I could order both the quiche AND the burger? This ginger ale is doing wonders for my appetite and I'm starving."
"Absolutely!" Kate exclaimed. "Heck, this is first-class; you could order three of each if you wanted." 
And so began a whirlwind of culinary indulgence for Lauren. The burger was perfectly cooked and topped with bacon, onions sautéed in butter, and a mound of bleu cheese, not to mention a healthy smear of garlic aioli on both the top and bottom bun. It was also served with a mountain of thinly cut French fries (or should they just be called "fries" in this case?), along with more of the garlic aioli for dipping. 
The quiche was of a more 'meaty' variety than Lauren was used to. It was served in an individual ramekin and was positively overflowing with eggs, ham, bacon, ground sausage, 4 different types of cheese, and a flaky crust made with actual lard. The burger was polished off within minutes, with Lauren even politely asking Kate for an extra serving of the garlic aioli to dip her fries in. Kate gave her a nod and a wink and brought back two. 
"Just in case," she said with a nudge. 
Of course, Lauren was in no mood to argue as she tore into the remaining fries and creamy sauce with gusto. Of course, her beverage glass was never empty as Kate continued to fill it with ginger ale every time Lauren got low. 
Finishing off her first plate, Lauren moved on to the quiche. It was heavenly. Lauren relished each bite and almost moaned with pleasure after morsel of the rich, succulent concoction was emptied into her greedy mouth. Soon, Lauren heard her fork hit the bottom of the ramekin and let out an audible "aww" as she realized this amazing meal was coming to an end. Or so she thought... 
Apparently, Lauren's distress was heard by the ever attentive Kate, and just as Lauren was emptying the last drops of her fifth glass of ginger ale, another serving of quiche was set down in front of her. 
"Looked like you needed a little more, sweetie." Kate winked at her again. "Better save room for dessert, though. Chef Broussard's éclairs are the best in the world!"
The rest of the flight was a blur for Lauren as she was constantly stuffed with delicious French goodies at an almost alarming rate. Kate made sure Lauren had something tasty in hand at all times, and often gave her a little extra, each time flashing her now familiar wink at Lauren as she did so. Lauren had never eaten so much in her life. Her distended belly looked like she was six months pregnant, and ached when Lauren moved. 
"But in a good way," she thought to herself. 
Every time she thought she might have overdone it, she'd take a gulp of ginger ale and think to herself, "This is basically a vacation. I deserve to treat myself once in a while." 
And so, nine hours, two meals, three snacks, and four desserts later, Lauren was feeling queasy again, although it was for a completely different reason this time. The pilot crackled on the intercom with a bunch of illegible flight jargon, and then said they were finally making their final descent. As Kate came by to make sure everyone's tray tables were up and the seats were in their upright positions, the carbonation and soothing ginger of the ginger ale started going to work, and by the time the plane touched down on the Charles de Gaulle airport tarmac, Lauren was feeling much better. She was relieved to see that her swollen belly had (mostly) gone back down to its original size, and best of all, she was finally in PARIS! She thanked Kate for taking such good care of her and then nervously walked down the ramp to meet her temporary new family.
The Dubois family consisted of Roland, the patriarch of the family. A large man in his mid-forties who looked to weigh about 280 pounds. On his 6'1" frame, he looked more imposing than cuddly, and Lauren was admittedly intimidated when she first met him. Margaux Dubois, on the other hand, had to weigh at least 300 pounds, and despite being significantly shorter than her husband at 5'5", Roland could probably hide behind her and be completely obscured if he crouched a bit. She looked to be about the same age as Lauren's mother, but her overstuffed features gave her quite a youthful appearance. Lauren wasn't sure if this was a French thing, or a morbid obesity thing, but damn, French women looked good for their age. 
Lauren noticed that the Dubois' had also made a sign for Lauren, since they too didn't have a very good idea of what she looked like. Although her last name was misspelled "Conrod", Lauren easily picked them out of the crowd and immediately greeted them with hugs and small talk. Lauren could technically only communicate in French small talk, since she only had one year of French class under her belt. Luckily, both of the Dubois' spoke quite fluent English and didn't push Lauren to speak in French when they saw she was struggling. Lauren was relieved to see that these were some of the sweetest, most humble people she had ever met, and the three of them bonded quite deeply after only chatting for a few minutes. In fact, Lauren reminded both of them of their daughter Claire who was probably getting adjusted to Lauren's family in Houston at this very moment.
After collecting Lauren's bags and loading them into their Cadillac Escalade (Lauren wondered how rich you'd have to be to buy an Escalade in France, or more importantly, where you'd even buy one), they set off on the short drive to Casa de Dubois, as Lauren affectionately called it. 
"I hope you're hungry," said Margaux in perfect English from the front seat. "I've prepared quite a feast at home. I call it the Tour of Paris." 
Lauren almost groaned at the thought of any more food. She had just eaten three cream eclairs a couple of hours ago. However, not wanting to seem ungrateful, the overstuffed girl replied with "Oh, definitely. I'm starved!" In perfect English.
***
Claire was munching on her third candy bar that her host sister had graciously provided from the airport gift shop when they pulled into the parking lot of Saltgrass Steakhouse. Claire had eaten steak dinners in the past, but never in such a... rustic preparation such as this. Her eyes danced back and forth, scanning the menu and marveling at all the delicious-sounding American delights. 
Claire was a big eater, by French standards, but being raised on a diet of such rich, cream and butter-filled cuisine meant her body was craving some good, old fashioned meat and potatoes type meals. And eat she did. After getting approval from Don to order whatever she wanted, Claire went to work, first ordering the Range Rattlers – deep fried jalapenos filled with shrimp and gooey pepper jack cheese. At first, Claire thought they'd be too hot for her, but after her first bite, she was hooked. As soon as they cooled down enough to eat, she was popping one after another into her mouth as if she hadn't eaten in weeks. Two bites is all it took to down one of the formidable peppers, not to mention the fact that an order of six was meant for sharing and Claire had just demolished her entire plate. 
Then came the entrée – Claire liked the sound of the cowboy ribeye, so that's what she went with. She also added the bleu cheese butter topping since it reminded her of something she'd get at home in Paris. What she didn't notice was that this steak was 24 oz. and came with two sides and a salad. She ordered the garlic mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese as the two sides. 
Becca scoffed when the huge platter of food was set in front of the petite French girl, and was taken aback as Claire tore into the steak with reckless abandon. As Claire crammed piece after piece of the juicy steak into her constantly chewing mouth, Becca couldn't help but be impressed by this skinny girl's capacity to hold ridiculous quantities of food. As Claire continued to eat, Becca became entranced by the methodical nature in which this girl was quickly inhaling her meal. Her mind started to wander as she thought of all the great restaurants in the Houston area that she'd be able to let Claire sample, and how much fun they'd have in the coming months. 
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud, but somehow polite *BELCH* from across the table, and looked up to see Claire with her hand in front of her mouth. 
"OH, excusez-moi!" squeaked the French girl. 
With that, the whole table burst out laughing, and didn't stop until Claire dug into her salad. In no time, the wedge salad, along with the bacon pieces and the pool of ranch dressing and bleu cheese that topped it, had joined the almost three pounds of steak and side dishes already inhabiting Claire's quite full tummy. With that, Claire leaned back in her chair looking satiated and completely satisfied. 
To Becca's amazement, Claire started rubbing her full belly under the table. Don and Janice either didn't seem to notice or ignored it entirely. Becca, on the other hand, fairly stuffed from her own formidable dinner, decided to try this technique. It felt wonderful. Becca gently kneaded her digesting belly, feeling the softness of her untoned abs underneath her tight t-shirt. It must have somehow re-arranged things in there, because Becca started feeling like she could handle a little more. 
With that, she reached over the table and grabbed another large hunk of beer bread, slathered it in a thick layer of butter, and proceeded to chow down. Seeing Becca munching on her bread gave Claire a second wind, so she followed suit. 
"Wow, are you girls still hungry?" Janice inquired after noticing the two girls seemingly in competitive eating mode at this point. 
"How about some dessert?" interjected Don. 
"Lovely!" exclaimed Claire without hesitation. 
The waiter brought over the dessert tray filled with decadent goodies as Claire's eyes grew wide with the possibilities. Don and Janice ordered the cheesecake to share. Claire ordered the chocolate cake, which was so massive that it would barely fit on the plate on which it was served. Janice was ready to dismiss the waiter thinking that Claire and Becca would share the huge slice of cake, but was flabbergasted when Becca, not wanting to be outdone by this waif of a girl, ordered a brownie skillet crumble all to herself. 
The brownie skillet crumble was no ordinary dessert. It came in a cast iron skillet and was basically a chocolate chip cookie crust, with a two inch thick brownie in the middle, then topped with a heaping scoop of Blue Bell vanilla ice cream and drizzled in caramel and chocolate syrup. This beast of a dessert had to have been 2,000 calories on its own, but Becca was quite competitive and would not be bested. 
As soon as the waiter brought out the desserts, the girls tore into them as if they hadn't just eaten enough for a small family. Claire and Becca locked eyes at one point during their dessert binge and they both immediately knew what the other was doing. The look on both of their faces was that of both determination and amusement. The difference was that Becca was doing this out of sheer rivalry, whereas Claire was genuinely enjoying every bite. 
It was at this point that Don noticed the girls and jabbed his wife in the ribs with his elbow. 
"OW, Don, tha h—" 
"Shh, shh shh!" He cut her off mid-sentence and pointed at the gluttonous decathlon that was taking place across the table. 
The girls were mechanical in their consumption. Minimal chewing was involved – mostly just fork to table, fork to mouth, chew chew, fork to table, fork to mouth, etc. The parents were caught off guard by this and could do nothing but watch as these two Olympians competed for gold in an event they were obviously experts in. As the last bite of cake and brownie disappeared into Claire and Becca respectively, Don and Janice could only stare, slack-jawed at what had just occurred. 
It was at that point that Don, either to break the silence or because he was legitimately full, silently pushed the remaining 2/3 of a slice of cheesecake over to the girls who immediately took huge forkfuls and stuffed them down their gaping gullets. It took mere seconds before the cheesecake was reduced to a few crumbs and a small dab of strawberry syrup on the plate. 
Finally, Claire and Becca seemed truly satiated. All four tablemates sat quietly for a moment before another loud *BURP* tore through the silence. All eyes turned to Claire, but she wasn't the one covering her mouth this time – it was Becca. "Excusez-moi" she said in a mocking French accent. The whole table once again roared with laughter.
***
Weeks passed as Lauren was soaking in all the sights and sounds of Paris. Shopping for clothes and knick-knacks, marveling at the famous landmarks, and of course, partaking in the fine French cuisine. A LOT of the fine French cuisine. Ever since her gluttonous plane ride, Lauren had found herself absolutely starving nearly all the time. Perhaps it was the smaller European portions, or the fact that all the food on the plane had stretched out her stomach, but Lauren could absolutely not stop herself from eating. 
Lauren had made friends with some of Claire's friends, and they loved to take her shopping on a regular basis. After all, Paris IS a fashion mecca. Sophie was 18 and about the same height as Lauren, although she was a bean pole of a girl weighing about a hundred pounds soaking wet. Zoe was a year younger and a little shorter, but weighed closer to 115. Sophie had long, straight blonde hair and green eyes and wore hipster glasses, although Lauren wasn't sure if she had a prescription, or if they were just for show. Zoe had raven black hair which she wore at shoulder length. In the right light, Lauren could see dark purple highlights at the tips. Zoe usually wore a purple beret, which Lauren thought was oddly stereotypical for a French girl to wear. 
Both of the French girls were fashion-nuts, and Lauren didn't think she'd seen them wear the same outfits in the entire two months she'd been in Paris. But, they were actually very nice and patient with Lauren as she adjusted to life in a new country, and Lauren liked hanging out with them. They were also home-schooled, leaving them with a similar schedule to Lauren's. Basically, they could do whatever they wanted during the day as long as they got their coursework done that night. Lauren's exchange program allowed her the option of either attending a special English-speaking campus comprised of mostly other American students, that consisted of 8 hours of normal classes per day, or to take a 'self-guided' curriculum in which she simply had to complete some reading and a couple of worksheets each night. Obviously, Lauren had chosen the latter option, as it allowed her more time to explore and enjoy herself during the day. Besides, she didn't come to Paris to hang out with a bunch of Americans!
On this particular Saturday, Lauren, Sophie, and Zoe were walking around downtown Paris while Sophie and Zoe window shopped for some new designer top that had just come out. Lauren wasn't interested in any of that foolishness at the moment, as the now extra buxom brunette's attention was fully focused on the huge baguette in her right hand. It was stuffed with ham and cheese and of course slathered in butter, as everything in France is. Lauren had asked the cart vendor for extra meat and cheese, since a regular size sandwich never seemed to satisfy her these days. 
In her left hand was the largest hot chocolate available at the small cart where Lauren got her sandwich. It was extra thick and rich and covered in whipped cream. Lauren decided to wait for it to cool and just focus on the sandwich first. 
Having never tried this cart (unusual, because Lauren had tried almost every restaurant and cart on this stretch of road at least once), she wasn't prepared for the explosion of flavor as she took her first bite. The baguette was one of the best things she'd ever tasted, and was only enhanced by what seemed to be very high quality ham and cheese. Butter oozed out of the sides of the bread and dripped onto Lauren's much expanded and exposed cleavage. 
"Oops," she giggled. "I'll have to make sure to get that later!" 
Lauren was wearing a tight white spaghetti strap shirt, and she hoped none of the butter had dripped onto it, since she just bought it a week ago. However, it was already getting a bit tight, so Lauren supposed it wouldn't be then end of the world if she did end up having to replace it. She followed the French girls down the road, half-listening to them bicker back and forth, probably about something clothes-related if she had to guess. She finished her sandwich and tossed the wrapper in a nearby garbage can. Then she looked down at her chest to try and retrieve the stray glob of butter that had escaped her greedy lips. She was surprised to see that several other renegade globs of butter had joined the first one. With a single swirling swipe of a finger, all of the runaways were instantly in her mouth and back in the safety of her still growling stomach. With that task completed, Lauren tucked into the hot chocolate which was now the perfect temperature; barely lukewarm. 
French hot chocolate is different than American hot chocolate. It is made with a much more rich type of chocolate and heavy cream instead of milk. Lauren was absolutely in LOVE with French hot chocolate... She would typically chug down three or four a day when she had the chance. She guzzled the creamy concoction, making sure to get all of the whipped cream out of the cup as she went. "Wouldn't want to waste any of the Dubois' money," Lauren thought to herself.
While on the subject of the Dubois' money, it should be noted that the Dubois' were in fact, quite rich. Their daughter Claire usually received as much money for an allowance as she asked for, which happened to be a significant amount, so they decided that since Lauren is technically their daughter this year, she should get the same perks as their real daughter. So, with that being said, Lauren always had more money in-hand than she knew what to do with. A good thing, considering the amount she spent on food in a day. Even still, Lauren thought the Dubois' should at least get their money's worth, so she tried not to waste anything she bought.
Still hungry after her ample snack, she got the girls' attention and suggested they stop for lunch, since it was almost 12:30. The begrudgingly agreed, and stopped off at one of Lauren's new favorite Creperies. They served a chicken carbonara crepe that Lauren had fallen head-over-heels in love with. It was a huge crepe filled with grilled chicken, mozzarella, bacon, parmesan, and smothered in creamy carbonara sauce. This was enough to hold the average Parisian for an entire day. Lauren ordered three, along with the jumbo hot chocolate (another reason Lauren liked this place was that their drinks were larger than most other bistros). As Lauren squeezed her huge ass into the small bistro chair, she thought she heard the arms groan as they dug into her bulging flesh. The other two girls ordered nonfat lattes and a piece of biscotti, which they split. 
"You girls should eat more," slurred Lauren between bites. "It's not healthy to eat so little." 
Sophie snickered playfully and Zoe retorted saying "Oh, I think you eat enough for all three of us." 
Lauren stopped chewing immediately and stared at Zoe for a moment until she couldn't hold back the laughter any longer. She swallowed her mouthful of crepe quickly to avoid spitting it out on the table and then laughed heartily as the French girls joined in. After stuffing the last of the crepe into her mouth, being careful to make sure not a single crumb of bacon was left behind, Lauren went to work on her hot chocolate, guzzling most of it all at once. While she couldn't see it through her massive cleavage, her already tight t-shirt had started to ride up, exposing her soft belly. A thick layer of fat rolled over the top of Lauren's jeans as the button struggled to contain her ever-growing mass. She slurped up the last of her mega fattening chocolate drink, then gathered her things as the girls made their way back out to the street.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful with Lauren only stopping twice more for snacks before finally deciding to bid adieu to the girls and take the bus back to the Dubois' home. When she arrived, she could smell a delicious aroma wafting from the house before she even made it to the front porch. It seems Margaux had made dinner. Lauren didn't know why she was surprised – Mrs. Dubois made a veritable feast every night. Even when Lauren and the girls stayed out past dinner time, Lauren knew there would be mounds of leftovers waiting for her in the fridge when she got back. She had a hard time resisting since she knew it was made especially for her, and frankly, why should she resist? 
Margaux Dubois was probably the best cook Lauren had ever seen. Every meal she prepared was a masterpiece of culinary delight, and it was obvious by the way Lauren devoured each of her meals like a starving dog. When Lauren opened the door, she was assaulted by the familiar aroma of Margaux's famous wild mushroom bisque. But the Dubois' were nowhere to be found. Finally, Lauren saw the note on the fridge. 
It read: Dear Lauren. Mr. Dubois and I will not be joining you for dinner this evening. We had a prior engagement and forgot to tell you about it. I made you some bisque since I know you love it so much, so go ahead and eat as much as you'd like. The bread is in the cupboard and the butter is on the counter. Please, enjoy your night. We will be home at around midnight, so don't wait for us. Love, Margaux.
Lauren opened the fridge to find a large pot of bisque, which still appeared to be steaming. "What luck! They must have left just before I got here." Lauren said to no one in particular. Sure enough, the pot of delicious creamy goodness was still warm enough that Lauren didn't even bother heating it up. It was the perfect temperature, in fact. Lauren grabbed a bowl and was about to ladle a scoop into it, when she stopped herself. 
"Margaux said this was all for me, right? So why the hell am I using a bowl?" 
With that, Lauren grabbed the pot, a spoon, a crunchy baguette, and the entire pat of butter and plopped herself down on the living room couch to enjoy her dinner. Margaux had even remembered to replace the stick of butter with a brand new one. 
"She is so thoughtful," Lauren said out loud. 
The first spoonful of bisque was heavenly, as always, and she savored that first bite. The following bites were allowed no such ceremony as spoonful after spoonful of the cream-based soup was quickly brought into the hungry girl's mouth and disappeared down her throat. Periodically throughout this endeavor, Lauren would tear off a hunk of bread and slather it with butter before either dipping it in the bisque and devouring it, or simply devouring it. 
After a while, the constant effort of bringing the spoon to her mouth was beginning to grow tiresome, so Lauren had the brilliant idea of just drinking the bisque directly out of the pot. That way, she could just sit back and let the warm liquid ease down her throat until she needed to take a breath, then stop for a second and go right back to guzzling. 
After an hour of watching what appeared to be a French reality show and guzzling ridiculous amounts of bisque, Lauren was amazed to see that she had reached the bottom of the pot. With nothing left but bisque residue and a small hunk of the bread (the stick of butter was long gone), there was only one option for Lauren at this point. She quickly swiped the bread around the rim and bottom of the pot to soak up any leftover bisque, then popped the last piece into her mouth as she let out a satisfied belch. Lauren was impressed at the amount of food she had just consumed. This was easily enough bisque for Roland, Margaux, and Lauren, and Lauren had just finished it entirely on her own. And this was after a full day of gorging herself. 
Lauren rubbed her stomach and groaned. Maybe she needed to cut back. She had already been forced to upgrade her wardrobe twice since she'd been in Paris. If she kept going at this rate, she wouldn't be able to fit on the plane in a year. She'd be stuck in Paris forever! 
Just then, Lauren remembered seeing a scale in the Dubois' bathroom. After mulling it over for a minute, she decided to weigh herself. She trudged upstairs to the master bedroom and pulled the scale out from underneath one of the cabinets. It was a really nice digital scale, and she supposed that the Dubois' spared no expense when they bought it. After touching her toe on it, the scale sprang to life and eventually settled on 0.0. 
"Here we go," Lauren said as she stepped onto the glass surface. 
The numbers moved around for a few seconds, then settled on a number: 76.2. Initially, Lauren thought the scale was broken, but after a minute, she realized it was reading in kilograms instead of pounds. 
"Well, that's not so bad," She thought. "That's what, ten, fifteen pounds max, right?" 
Satisfied that she had not become morbidly obese in two months, she changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. The pajamas seemed a little tighter than she remembered, which was odd because they were brand new, but she just chalked it up to a bit of bloating from downing almost a gallon of bisque a few minutes prior. Of course had she bothered to do the math, Lauren would have realized that she hadn't gained 10 or 15 pounds in two months, but closer to 50.
***
Lauren wasn't the only one going through some changes. Back home in Houston, Claire had discovered the irresistible allure of the best fast food chain in America: Whataburger! She had fallen in love with the A-1 Thick and Hearty burger, probably because it tasted like nothing she could get in France. She would regularly order two A-1 burgers and a large fry for lunch, but even that was beginning to leave her still feeling hungry. She thought to herself that she might have to upgrade to three burgers at some point. 
Becca, on the other hand, was completely out of control. Always the competitive eater, she was constantly trying to one-up Claire, even though Claire was simply eating for sheer pleasure. Everywhere they went, Becca ordered a little more than Claire, just to push herself. And they went out. A lot. 
Claire's parents had opened up a bank account for her when she left for the states, and would regularly deposit obscene amounts of money into it to make sure their little girl was happy. Since it was summer, Becca and Claire would typically spend all day on the town while the parents were at work, and then Claire would cook dinner for the family as gratitude for letting her stay with them. It was not unusual for Don and Janice to get home to find a formidable spread of French dishes that Claire had prepared that day. Margaux's skills must have rubbed off on Claire, because she was an excellent cook, and neither Don, nor Janice would dare turn down anything Claire had prepared, partly so they didn't insult the girl, and partly because it was all so damn good. 
Needless to say, this constant state of stuffing was really doing a number on Claire and Becca's once slimmer figures. Claire was still attempting to wear the wardrobe she had brought with her from Paris, but now she was positively pouring out of all of it. Her breasts had simply grown too large for any of her bras, so she regularly went braless. Her increased bust size oozed out of the arms of all the dresses she had brought with her, so she 'retired' the dresses and went for her more comfortable stretch pants and jeans, with her baggiest shirts. As she bit into her third A-1 burger, Claire heard a pop, then felt her belly ooze its way out of the front of her jeans. It was then that she realized that the button on her jeans had popped off. Strangely, Claire wasn't terribly embarrassed by this incident, as it seemed like no one had noticed. 
Becca was too busy stuffing herself, and none of the Whataburger employees even looked up from what they were doing. With a giggle, Claire pulled her shirt down over her now exposed belly and continued savoring her tasty burger. Food had become quite pleasurable for Claire, to the point that the more she ate, the more aroused she became. This led to Claire regularly stuffing herself to the breaking point in order to experience that feeling. Becca made this easier, since she knew all the best restaurants in the area and was always more than happy to drive Claire wherever she wanted to go. It also helped that Claire always paid for their meals when they went together, so Becca always had a seemingly unlimited supply of free food at her disposal literally any time she wanted it.
About the time Claire's button popped, Becca was just starting to break into her second chicken strip dinner. This was of course after consuming two A-1 burgers and two large orders of fries. Becca was now a machine. It had ceased being a competition with Claire, and had started being a competition with herself to see how far she could push it. This led to a massive increase in her overall appetite, as well as her already ample proportions. Becca had always been curvaceous, but now she was fat, plain and simple. 
The past couple of months had been a nonstop eating marathon for Becca, and it was clear that she had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. Becca rarely weighed herself, but if she did, she would be around 60 pounds heavier than she was at the start of summer. For the record, this comes down to about a pound of weight gained per day. For a girl now weighing upwards of 200 pounds, her stomach had only grown slightly, leaving the rest of the weight to be distributed to her already more than ample ass and tits. Her jiggly butt now spread over at least two thirds of a Whataburger booth, and her heaving chest was literally laying on the table in front of her as she absent-mindedly stuffed bite after bite of fried chicken and French fries into her chubby face, and washed it all down with her large strawberry milkshake. Crumbs adorned her mouth and chest, but Becca either didn't notice, or didn't care. Eating was automatic for her. It was her entire world now. There were few times when Becca wasn't munching on something, always stretching her belly a little more to accommodate more precious food in the future.
Becca and Claire had become quite close in the past couple of months, and they shared almost everything with each other, similar to how Becca and Lauren did. They really were becoming like sisters and were growing together, both emotionally and physically. They both knew that they were gaining weight (honestly, how could they not?), and they both knew that they each kind of liked it. Claire because of the sexual pleasure she felt when stuffing herself, and Becca because of her natural instinct to push herself to the limit. 
Once Becca started noticing that Claire was having trouble fitting into her clothes, she started giving Claire the old clothes that she had grown out of. Becca loved to shop and was constantly upgrading her wardrobe to accommodate her increasing size. Claire loved to shop, as well, but for some reason was reluctant to buy clothes in American stores. Something about American clothes sizes was confusing to her. She gladly accepted all of Becca's hand-me-downs, as she honestly had no other options. The pair of jeans that popped a button at Whataburger were her last pair of bottoms that she had brought with her from Paris. She had now officially grown out of all of her old clothes. She was grateful for the pair of jean shorts that Becca gave her, since they were quite roomy. Although Claire had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't be this roomy for long...
***
Six months had passed since Lauren had arrived in Paris. In the four months since the "bisque incident", Lauren's voracious appetite hadn't subsided one bit. In fact, after eating the entire family-sized portion of bisque that she had prepared, Margaux Dubois started thinking that she wasn't providing enough food to satiate the chubby American girl, so she started cooking even larger meals and giving Lauren double portions, which of course Lauren always gratefully accepted. 
This spiraled into a vortex of overstuffing that was having a huge impact on Lauren's stature. Her legs were now thick tree trunks that made even the largest French sizes split at the seams. Lauren did all her shopping online at this point because she simply couldn't find sizes that fit her robust frame. Her massive H cups jiggled any time Lauren moved any part of her body, and the feeling Lauren got when they jiggled made her giggle, causing them to wobble even more. Her belly had finally caught up to her butt, with a large roll of fat that hung over any pants that were worn below it, and a double-belly starting to form a crease in the center. Her ass did its best to keep up, and it was quite a trooper. It now overfilled even the larger chairs with arms, and had a shelf that you could sit a glass on. Lauren's chubby face now sported a prominent double chin, and although her facial features stayed fairly slim overall, they still had an obvious softness to them that hadn't existed before. As Lauren looked in the mirror, she could no longer deny it. She had gotten FAT. 
"Stupid metric system," Lauren grumbled to herself, looking down at the numbers on the scale which now read 110.6. 
As she was attempting to calculate the weight conversion on her phone, she heard a familiar sound. 
*Guurgllle* Her belly was crying out for her assistance, so of course she had to oblige. She quickly closed the calculator app and texted Sophie and Zoe. 
"FOOD", was the only word she typed. The girls knew what this meant, and 15 minutes after responding with "K", both girls were knocking at the door of the Dubois home with loads of bags in each of their hands. 
The three girls had become close over the past six months, and were all basically inseparable. They shared secrets with one another that they hadn't shared with anyone else, including Lauren's big secret – she actually kind of liked her new size and wouldn't mind if she happened to get bigger, although she never thought that would happen. In Lauren's mind, she didn't believe she was eating as much as she actually was, since she never seemed to be full. Smaller French portions masked the fact that French dishes are all very rich and filled with cream and butter and various sauces. 
In reality, her stomach had stretched so much from her frequent binges that she was actually consuming far more quantity than she ever did before, coupled with the fact that the food was so much richer and more calorie-laden than she was used to. This caused her body to explode with new layers of fat in places Lauren didn't even know could get fat. This meant she recently had to replace her favorite pair of heels because her feet were bulging out of them. Lauren didn't mourn them for long, however, because she found an even cuter pair online that gave her pudgy feet plenty of room to breathe. 
As the two French girls entered the house, Lauren smelled the delicious aroma of something familiar to her, and squealed in delight as she ripped open the first bag to reveal several to-go boxes filled with her favorite carbonara crepes. Over the months, she had incrementally increased the amount of crepes in her order to accommodate her developing appetite. She was currently up to six, which was double what she could put away four months ago. Nearly all of Lauren's meals were at least double what they had been just months before. She pulled out the provided plastic fork and dug into her first crepe. But Lauren wasn't the only one who was going to enjoy a meal today. Both Sophie and Zoe had crepes of their own. Two each, in fact, and were wolfing them down alongside their rotund American friend. 
A couple of months back, after Lauren had shared her secret with them, she had started trying to convince her two French cohorts to sample some of the treats she'd been routinely partaking in. While at first, both Sophie and Zoe were perfectly content with just a latte and light snack or a small salad, seeing their friend gorge herself constantly started rubbing off on them and they began to join her on occasion. Of course, they both started off small, maybe sharing a crepe here or a slice of quiche there, but eventually they stared ordering their own entrees. 
Soon it became a more frequent occurrence, with the French girls eating toe-to-toe with Lauren nearly everywhere she went (albeit in much, much smaller amounts). As this became routine, their appetites increased and they started ordering additional side dishes or desserts with their meals. Of course, all of this newfound love of eating had started to show on their slimline figures. 
Sophie, originally stick-thin with no curves to be found, had filled out nicely. The first 10 pounds made her tiny breasts come out of hiding and quickly become 'A' cups, and the next 20 pounds pushed her into a solid 'B' bordering on "C". Now sitting at around 130 pounds, Sophie looked like she could be a runway model (well, in America, maybe). Her long legs had become shapely though untoned, and she finally had the beginnings of an actual ass. The weight distributed itself well, and really made the blonde girl look stunningly beautiful and more healthy-looking. 
Zoe, on the other hand, already had a 15 pound head-start on Sophie, and it looked like every bit of the 35 additional pounds she'd added in the preceding months had gone to her belly. It pooched out slightly further than her boobs and already had a slight horizontal crease starting to form across the middle. Since she was a little shorter than the other two girls, her gain was instantly more noticeable, and the tight dresses she always wore seemed to accentuate her rather sizeable and growing belly – especially when she decided to wear a belt. 
As the two French girls finished their crepes, Lauren had already ripped into another bag and was greedily emptying the contents of a two liter paper to-go cup full of her favorite hot chocolate. After a considerably large gulp, she looked up at Sophie and Zoe who had begun to open their own cups of the creamy delight and asked, "Dessert?" 
With a nod of her head, Sophie motioned to the third bag which looked different from the others. It had the name of the best sweet shop in town written on the side, and Lauren knew immediately what the bag contained. Her eyes lit up as éclair after decadent éclair was pulled from the sizeable grocery bag. After filling her plate with a nice mound of five ("a good first round," she thought), Lauren began to partake in the gooey confections one by one. Her belly was beginning to peek out from beneath her tight yellow tank top as more creamy sweets made their way into her ever ravenous mouth. 
Whereas four months ago, Lauren had worried about ruining her tops with stray drips of food particles, at this point she was outgrowing them at too fast a pace to care. It's a good thing, too, for at that very moment, a huge glob of Bavarian cream oozed out of the opposite end of the éclair she had just bitten into and plopped onto her chest. While most of it was saved by her massive cleavage, the rest seeped onto the outer collar of her 2XL tank top. 
"Oh well," she thought. "Guess I'll have to pop on the web later tonight and order some new tops." 
She thought about the large pile of 'ruined' tops on the floor of her upstairs closet, and realized that if she started at the bottom of the pile, she could literally see her gain progression from small to medium to large to XL to her current 2XL. It was actually a little exciting to Lauren, which was one of the reasons she kept the pile intact in the first place. 
As it turned out, all three girls discovered that they enjoyed their growing bodies, and didn't care that they were piling on weight like crazy. After restricting themselves for so long, Sophia and Zoe were discovering a whole new world of delicacy just waiting to be savored. Never had this been more apparent than the previous weekend when all three friends attended the fall festival held each year in the Dubois family's neighborhood. With a full day to themselves and a pocket full of more money than Lauren had ever held at once, courtesy of Roland Dubois, the three growing girls started a marathon of pure gluttony that lasted for many hours. 
By the time Lauren dragged herself back inside her temporary home at 11:00 that evening, the girls had sampled nearly forty different carts-worth of traditional French street foods, with Lauren even going back to the better ones multiple times. Stuffed to absolutely bursting, Lauren politely said her goodnights to Margeaux and Roland and slowly drug herself upstairs where she immediately fell headfirst into her soft bed. 
As she lay on her back, groaning in discomfort, she absent-mindedly began rubbing her aching belly. As her chubby fingers sunk into her soft midriff, she started massaging the doughy mass gently and methodically. To her surprise, she started feeling better almost immediately, and she had to admit, squishing her fingers into her plump tummy felt pretty damn good.
***
Claire stifled a small burp before stuffing another handful of fries coated in ranch dressing into her mouth. After six months in America, the blonde French girl had become positively addicted to American fast food. This was her fourth outing to Dairy Queen this week, and it was only Wednesday. As she worked on her second steak finger basket, supersized, of course, she thought about how much worse the fast food was back in her home town. Sure, they had McDonalds and Burger King, but nothing compared to the DQ's and Whataburgers of America. 
In the past few months, Claire's appetite had exploded, which caused her to balloon in size. Don and Janice had noticed Claire's...growth spurt... but assumed that once school started back up, Claire and Becca would begin eating their lunches in the school cafeteria and their weights would level out naturally. 
Unfortunately, to ease congestion in the lunchroom, the high school had instituted a new policy that school year that would allow students with access to a vehicle to leave campus for lunch, as long as they could be back within the allotted 45 minute lunch period. Becca, having had a summer job the previous year, had saved every penny and bought an old used Civic. Being the studious fatty she was, she had signed Claire and herself up for the aptly named "Meals on Wheels" program as soon as it became available. 
That meant she and Claire had 45 minutes each day to gorge themselves on one of the many fast food establishments surrounding the high school. Of course, Claire always paid for their lunches no matter how much she and Becca ordered. So, on this day in mid-November, the girls were dining at their second favorite lunch spot, DQ. Claire's typical lunch here consisted of two supersized steak finger baskets with extra gravy for the steak fingers and a side of ranch for the fries, as well as a large cookie dough blizzard. 
Even this massive lunch was getting to be inadequate for the now BBW French girl. She was around 210 pounds at this point with a now quite prominent double chin and chubby cheeks that still framed her beautiful face perfectly. Being 100 pounds heavier took some adjustment for the formerly thin girl as she would regularly lose her balance thanks to the gigantic pair of tits that stuck out a foot in front of her, or bump into things with the blubbery hips that had seemingly appeared overnight. Eating was pure pleasure for Claire, not only because she loved food, which she did, but also because every stuffing sent waves of euphoria throughout her body that often didn't subside until everything had fully digested.
Becca was pleased that she had been able to keep the pace she had set when she started her food odyssey. Gaining roughly a pound a day for six months had turned Becca into an absolute mountain of a woman. She now weighed over 300 pounds and showed no signs of slowing down. For Becca, the gaining was merely a side-effect of having the means to push herself to the absolute limit any time she wanted. Claire's endless supply of money had given Becca the motivation she needed to continue on her current path until Claire returned home next summer. Becca marveled as she thought about how big she would be by then, and wondered if she could keep up this pace as her body required more and more caloric intake. One of the reasons Becca liked DQ so much is because they were one of the few fast food joints to still have loose chairs and not just booths. As long as the place wasn't full, Becca would pull two chairs together to accommodate her monstrous ass that bounced and jiggled violently with each step she took. Her cup size was no longer in the standard letter range and she had to order all of her bras custom from an online distributor. Since Claire was getting all of Becca's outgrown garments, she paid for all of Becca's wardrobe upgrades, which were quite frequent. 
While they never hassled Becca about her weight, as they had promised they wouldn't, Janice and Don had grown concerned that their daughter might be putting her health at risk by more than doubling in size in just a few months. So, being responsible parents, they decided to schedule a doctor's appointment for her under the guise of a regular checkup. 
***
Since Becca hadn't been to the doctor since last summer, she thought nothing of it when Janice told her that she had an appointment that afternoon to see Dr. Morris. When Becca arrived in the waiting room, she filled out some paperwork and took her seat to wait for the nurse to call her in. At least, she tried to take a seat. Becca had underestimated the width of the waiting room chairs, and as she lowered herself into the seat, her wide butt hung over the edges of both arms. Wanting to avoid making a scene, she started bouncing ever so slightly to try and flop her flabby cheeks in between the narrow opening. Finally, with one last bounce, the 300 pound girl popped down snugly into the thankfully sturdy metal chair. 
A couple of minutes later, as Becca was finishing her third Snickers bar, the nurse walked in and Becca's name was called. But as she tried to stand up, she realized the chair was coming with her. She quickly sat back down and tried to push down on the arms to dislodge herself from her metal prison, but the flab from her love handles was greater than the width of the chair handles, so she couldn't get any leverage. Now turning red with embarrassment, as well as strain, she was thinking frantically about how she'd get out of this situation when she noticed a foot appear from the chair next to her which proceeded to step on the leg of Becca's chair. She looked over to see a handsome boy who looked to be about her same age, with messy blond hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He nodded silently at her and she immediately knew he was trying to help her out. With a mighty push, Becca heaved her hefty body from the chair and popped free on the first try. 
"Thanks," Becca smiled sweetly at the boy as she tossed a strand of her tousled hair from in front of her eyes. 
"Don't mention it. I hate to see pretty girls struggle." Said the boy with a twinkle in his bright green eyes. 
"I'm Becca," she said, a little flattered. 
"Calvin," said the boy. "But my friends call me Cal." 
"Nice to meet you, Cal." Becca said flirtingly. 
She heard her name called again and started to turn to head into the office, when she stopped and grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper from her purse and quickly scrawled her number on it. She hastily handed it to Cal before shuffling off into the doctor's office. Just as she was about to pass through the door, she looked back once more having realized she had forgotten to write her name on the paper. 
Apparently anticipating what she was going to say, Cal yelled to her, "It's Becca. Don't worry, I won't forget!" 
With that, Becca triumphantly began her checkup.
Other than Dr. Morris' initial shock of seeing a girl that only a year ago had weighed 185 pounds less than she did now, and the obligatory spiel about watching what she ate, Becca was relieved to walk out of the appointment with a totally clean bill of health. In fact, Dr. Morris, a thick redhead in her mid-thirties, was surprised to see just how healthy Becca actually was, considering the massive amount of weight she'd put on in such a short time. Her blood pressure was spot-on, her cholesterol was right where it needed to be, and her bloodwork didn't show any signs of diabetes or liver damage commonly associated with women of Becca's size. 
"This girl could probably be quite an athlete if she lost about 200 pounds," Dr. Morris had thought to herself as she watched Becca lumber out of the office, already unwrapping another candy bar and making it disappear in a single bite. She wondered how many more candy bars Becca had stashed in that purse of hers.
***
Ten months into her trip, Lauren had really begun to feel at home in lovely Paris. Despite being American (and much, much heavier than most of the other Paris-natives), she really felt accepted by them and had even developed a fairly firm grasp on the language. Of course, this was mostly put to use in restaurants and bistros, as Lauren had become quite the gourmand in the past months. Many of the establishments knew Lauren, Sophie, and Zoe by name, as they were frequently their best customers. Lauren was pretty sure there were a couple of food carts that were kept in business solely by Lauren and her two French friends. 
The past four months since the fall festival had been good to Lauren. December came and went, with Lauren consuming more eggnog and yule log cake than any human being had the right to consume in a month. Christmas was feast after feast as Lauren was treated at each of the Dubois family's relative's houses over the course of the month. Of course, they were all fabulous cooks, and Lauren couldn't really refuse any delicious morsel that was set in front of her. Not that she would want to, anyway. 
Lauren never really turned down anything that was offered to her these days. She was a seemingly endless void, able to inhale anything edible that came within arm's reach. And came they did. Turkey, ham, geese, stuffing, scalloped potatoes, cheesy casseroles, buttery casseroles, creamy casseroles, breads slathered in butter, cakes, pies, pastries, and of course, the Eggnog. Margaux Dubois made her own eggnog, and Lauren had never tasted anything like it. She would literally exist solely on this eggnog if it were humanly possible. 
So with that, Lauren was in a food coma for a month straight, and after Christmas, she barely slowed down. She, Sophie and Zoe had begun to truly enjoy their mealtimes together, which were quite frequent. As March rolled around, the girls would frequently have two separate lunches each day, mostly for Lauren's benefit. She found it harder and harder to go for more than a couple of hours without eating something, as her ever increasing weight ballooned along with her appetite. 
Her last weigh-in was two days ago and read 140.6. Lauren giggled when she realized that that was now a larger number in kilograms than what she weighed in pounds before she left for Paris. For the first time, she actually sat down and converted the kilograms into pounds, and her eyes grew large when she saw the number. 
"310 pounds!?" Lauren exclaimed to herself when she read the number. "No freakin' way! I must have put a decimal in the wrong place." 
After quickly recalculating, the glowing phone screen settled on the exact same result as it had the first time. 
"Oh my God..." Lauren said in thrilled horror. "I've gained nearly 200 pounds in ten months. That can't be normal, can it?" 
Then Lauren started thinking. "I don't feel unhealthy. In fact, I feel great! I barely even noticed these 200 pounds creeping up on me, and that was without even trying. I wonder how far I can take this before I have to head home in five months?" 
And with that, Lauren made a pact with herself that she was going to see how big she could get in the coming months leading up to her departure. She did lay down some ground rules. First, as soon as she felt any adverse health conditions, she would stop. Secondly, she would share her goal with Sophie and Zoe and elicit their assistance with this endeavor. And finally, she would eat so much French food that every restaurant in Paris would know her name. That last rule was more of a challenge in itself, but Lauren thought it sounded fun, so she added it to the list.
The next day, Lauren told her two friends about her plan, to which they happily agreed to help in any way they could. Sophie's job consisted of making a game plan each day of what and where Lauren would eat. This included menu planning and restaurant scouting so Lauren wouldn't get bored along the way (although no food really bored Lauren at this point – she was just too hungry to turn down anything). 
Zoe's job was to make sure Lauren had something to munch on at every waking moment of the day, or at least any time the girls were together. And so began the binge to end all binges. Lauren was constantly stuffed silly at every restaurant Sophie could line up for her. From creperies to pastry shops to fine dining establishments, no venue was off-limits. Lauren's endless supply of cash ensured that they could stuff Lauren to capacity (as well as their own greedy bellies) anywhere they went without worrying about the cost. 
To Lauren's amazement, her third 'rule' was actually becoming somewhat of a reality. While many of the smaller mom and pop restaurants in the area already knew the girls due to the frequency of their visits, Lauren was starting to make a name for herself in higher-end establishment as the fat American girl who could easily tear through five entrees and still have room for dessert (or two, or three). Lauren found she couldn't order clothes fast enough to accommodate her rapidly expanding figure, so she was often seen wearing shorts that were far too tight, and shirts that bared her massive midriff after a couple of plates of food. Lauren was huge and getting huger, and was loving every minute of it. 
Sophie and Zoe were expanding right along with her. Sophie had now blossomed into a full-fledged BBW, having put on another 70 pounds, bringing her right around the 200 mark. Her weight was distributed perfectly on her formerly slender body, and she retained a relatively flat belly, although it was significantly bigger around. Her boobs and ass had grown into an overblown hourglass shape which accentuated every curve of her cellulite and stretchmark-free body. Her face had also stayed very thin, although the extra weight smoothed out all the sharp lines she had when she was skinny. If she could have been a runway model before, she could easily be a world-famous plus size model now. 
Zoe was the opposite of Sophie in body shape. Literally all of the weight she put on went directly to her already pudgy belly. At 225 pounds, she would have looked nine months pregnant if her huge belly hadn't been so soft and hung towards the floor. It had gotten so big that Zoe had to spread her legs apart when she sat down to accommodate its bulk. When she did so, it hung so low that it would touch the surface of whatever she happened to be sitting on at the time. Zoe loved her belly and often played with it under the table as she ate. In fact, she just happened to be doing so at that very moment as she stuffed herself with an entire plate of cheesy potatoes au gratin that she had ordered as an after dinner snack. After all, what else was she supposed to do? They had been at this place for three hours as Lauren ordered entrée after entrée, and proceeded to demolish each one with gusto. Zoe looked at Lauren with wide-eyed amazement. She had never seen such gluttony, nor had she seen a girl as big as Lauren before. 
The restaurant only had booth seating available when the girls arrived, and they were going to wait for a table, but Lauren, being the impatient fatty she was, insisted that they go ahead and take the booth as she was sure she'd fit. She was right... Mostly. As she squeezed into the booth, her mass overtook a good portion of the table. The top half of her belly was resting on top of the table itself, while the other half was concealed comfortably below. Lauren's pendulous breasts heaved with each breath as she ordered her first two entrees and an appetizer. Zoe also noticed that her gigantic friend also took up nearly the entire width of her side of the booth, whereas she and Sophie comfortably sat together on the other side. Even Lauren's arms were covered in flab and noticeably jiggled each time she motioned for the waiter to refill her drink. Lauren was only drinking sugar-laden beverages these days to keep the caloric count as high as possible, so her Fanta was refilled five times by the time her first round of food arrived. 
After three and a half hours, Lauren was finally starting to hit her limit. In a single sitting, she had consumed six full entrees, three appetizers, and four desserts, as well as nine glasses of orange Fanta. Sophie, being quite the trooper, had eaten three entrees herself, as well as an appetizer and two desserts. Zoe had three entrees as well, but also had two appetizers and three desserts. 
"This girl is really starting to hold her own," Lauren thought to herself when she saw Zoe's stack of eight plates. 
The booth was too tight for Lauren to give herself a belly rub, so she quickly paid the check and wedged herself out of the booth to leave. As they exited the restaurant, Lauren quickly gave herself a quick belly massage and instantly felt the pressure in her abdomen subside a bit. 
"So, where to next?" Lauren inquired as Zoe produced a large bar of chocolate from her purse and offered it to the colossal American girl. 
With that, the girls began the trek to their next pig-out destination as Lauren made short work of the chocolate bar.
***
"What the hell?" Exclaimed Becca as she reset the scale for another try. "How could I have only gained 27 pounds this month?" 
She looked at the numbers on the scale again, which read identically to the first time. 
"Well, it WAS February, so you only had 28 days." Said Claire in her sexy French accent. 
Since beginning her challenge, Becca had been steadily gaining 30 pounds per month for the past 10 months, and was noticeably angered by the fact that she hadn't met her quota for February. 
"I guess you're right," she admitted. "It WAS a shorter month than usual." 
"Sure, don't beat yourself up about it." Claire responded with a light punch to Becca's blubbery arm.
The slight impact caused her fat arm to jiggle for a few seconds. Becca looked down at the scale again. A few weeks ago, Becca had outgrown/broken her old bathroom scale, and Claire was generous enough to purchase a new one for her that went up to 600 pounds. 
"I guess 437 pounds is still pretty impressive, considering I weighed 140 ten months ago." 
"Mmmhmmm..." mumbled Claire with a mouthful of Pop Tart. 
Claire, too, had continued her upwards climb towards morbid obesity and was next up to step on the scale. Becca watched her tubby friend waddle over to the reinforced metal plate on the floor and step on. As she did, Becca gave her once trim "sister" the once-over to see the damages. Claire was in her bra and panties, or rather Becca's bra and panties that had become inadequate many pounds ago, and had since been handed down to Claire. Claire's belly now protruded past her ample bosom and sagged enough to partially obscure her crotch to the point that if Claire had gone to the beach in a two piece, she would have to lift up her flab to prove that she was wearing bottoms. Becca was jealous to see that Claire's titanic sized tits were still nice and perky, despite being so ridiculously massive. Claire's round thighs and dimpled ass tapered slightly into thick, tree trunk sized legs that were probably each as big around as Claire was when she first stepped off the plane. The scale beeped once to indicate that it had finally calculated the weight of this obese human that was standing on top of it, and with that, both girls leaned over slightly to get a look at the number. 
"303!? Damn, girl, you're going to catch me if you keep on at this rate!" Becca burst into laughter as she finished the sentence, and Claire just glared at her with a mock look of anger on her face. 
It was true, there was no denying that Claire had been indulging even more than usual lately. For the past few months, Becca had been dating Cal, the boy she met during her doctor visit. At first, they seemed to hit it off well, and Becca learned that Cal was into larger women. This also meant that Becca was usually out with Cal in the evenings, leaving Claire alone and bored. When bored and left to her own devices, Claire naturally turned to her one true love: FOOD. On her nights alone, Claire would experiment with new dishes. This of course meant she had to try many of her concoctions, although Janice and Don would usually help finish off whatever Claire didn't eat. This upped her food intake exponentially as she would try out several recipes per night, with each meal being 'family style', as she was used to cooking for all four members of the family. She didn't like wasting food, and she knew the dishes wouldn't keep, so most of the time she would force herself to finish the bad dishes, while trying to leave the really good ones for Janice and Don.
After a couple of months, Cal grew tired of Becca, and vice-versa, so they both decided to break it off and stay in touch. Her nights with Cal hadn't slowed down her eating habits, however, as Cal was always willing to provide as much sustenance as Becca's pudgy stomach could handle. He loved watching Becca eat, and was ecstatic when she let him rub her overstuffed tummy after a huge meal. Becca actually lost interest in Cal within a couple of weeks, but the belly rubs were so good that she led him on for a while longer. They never took things all the way, and Becca was okay with that. She had discovered that she was actually attracted to chunkier men, being such a big girl now herself. 
As the added pounds attracted more and more looks from both men and women, Becca realized how much she loved being huge. Being able to throw her weight around when she needed to made her feel in control, and the fact that she was so big that when people saw her, they automatically went into accommodation mode excited her and made her want to grow even larger. And grow she did. After breaking up with Cal, she and Claire became eating buddies again, and Claire decided to continue trying new dishes out on the family. Of course, Claire had to increase the portion sizes now that Becca was an official taste-tester, since the poor girl never seemed to get full anymore. Claire could always tell when Becca went into full-on eating mode. Her eyes would glaze over and she would get a blank expression on her face as her movement became more and more mechanical-looking. She truly was an eating machine.
After the doctor gave Becca a clean bill of health, Janice and Don never again spoke of her daughter's weight, and instead just accepted it as normal. It was part of Becca's life now, and who were they to get in the way of something their daughter truly enjoyed. As long as it wasn't hurting her or anyone else, both of the Conrad parents would fully support their little butter ball down whatever path she decided to follow.
***
Waiting for her flight to board, Lauren absent-mindedly watched the planes taking off and landing outside the huge viewing window as she munched on an éclair (her fifth in the last 20 minutes). The last five months of her stint in Paris was a blur for Lauren, as she was in a near constant state of blissful indulgence during every waking moment. As she and her friends continued to grow at an alarming rate, they kept upping the ante, always finding new places to try, or attempting to beat their previous plate records at their favorite restaurants. 
At one point, Lauren simply got too big to be comfortable at most of the restaurants she frequented, so she started having Sophie and Zoe order the items to-go and bringing it to her house. This meant the two French girls were making food runs almost constantly during the day, bringing bag after bag of fatty, delectable goodies to the ever famished Lauren. 
Of course, both Sophie and Zoe made sure to always make time to feed their growling bellies when they got the chance, and by the time Lauren said her tearful goodbyes to her two French sisters and left to catch her flight home, Sophie topped off at around 275, while Zoe's insatiable blubbery belly tipped the scales at 325. On her short frame, Zoe was more wide than she was tall, and Lauren had started calling Zoe 'Plum' in the weeks prior to her departure, due to the girl's propensity for wearing purple sweaters, and the fact that she was literally shaped like a plum at this point. Sophie, on the other hand, had continued her pattern of always filling out in the right places, although Lauren thought the majority of those last fifty or so pounds went to her midsection. Sophie continued to wear dresses almost exclusively, and the outline of her bellybutton had become clearly visible amidst her chubby, sagging belly. 
Lauren had pushed herself to her limits, and was strangely proud of herself, although she wondered what her parents would think when they saw that their "little girl" now weighed close to 450 succulent pounds. She ended up having to purchase two seats on her flight back, which Lauren thought would be super comfortable because she would basically get an entire row to herself. She wondered if she would see the pretty stewardess from her previous flight. 
"What was her name?" Lauren thought to herself. "Kate! That's right." 
As Lauren's number was called, she polished off the remainder of her eighth éclair and wiped the excess crumbs from her cheeks and her shelf of a chest, which exposed enough deep cleavage to make even the most well-endowed girls jealous. Lauren silently wondered how her sister would react to her magnificent developments in the chest region. Or the rest of her, for that matter. 
"DAMN, how the hell did I get so big in a year?" Lauren all of a sudden blurted out. 
Luckily, there was no one around to hear it. As she waddled down the ramp to the plane, Lauren could feel then entire structure shimmy and shake with each step she took. Admittedly, this kind of excited Lauren, and she wondered if a quick leap into the air would cause the entire walkway to come crashing to the ground. Of course, Lauren was in no condition to jump. She was getting winded just clambering up the mild incline of the loading ramp. Yep, Lauren's days of physical activity were long gone.
After making her way to the first class section of the plane and locating her aisle, Lauren lifted the middle divider between the two seats in her row and proceeded to lower her comically immense behind into the two seats that she had paid for. It was certainly a good thing she had purchased two seats, since even with the increased width of the first class seats, she still managed to fill both of them almost completely. As she attempted to buckle her seatbelt, she noticed that there was no way the puny belt was going to come anywhere close to securing all of her bulk, so she pressed the page button.
A moment later, a large brunette woman in an ill-fitting flight attendant uniform squeezed her ample bottom down the aisle to check on what this huge woman might need. As she made her way down the aisle, Lauren noticed that she weighed well over 300 pounds, probably closer to 325, and it made Lauren chuckle to think that she herself had once been that size. Lauren, of course, now outweighed this woman by over a hundred pounds, and something about that fact made Lauren laugh. Her watermelon sized bosoms quaked every time she let out a chortle, and she was still chuckling to herself as the stewardess finally managed to squeeze into the aisle next to Lauren. 
"Whatcha laughin' at, sweetie?" said the stewardess with genuine interest. 
"Oh, nothing, it's an insid—," Lauren stopped mid-sentence when she caught a look at the stewardess' face. 
"Kate?" Lauren said. 
"Yes," replied an obviously confused Kate. "I'm sorry, have we met before?" 
This sent Lauren into another fit of laughter, and Kate couldn't help but join in. Lauren had noticed that Kate had obviously gotten a new uniform, although she was again in dire need of a replacement. Kate must have been indulging in the free cuisine quite heavily this past year, as she was easily a hundred pounds heavier than the last time Lauren had seen her. 
"It's Lauren! I was on the plane to Paris a year ago and was nervous about flying, so you kept me loaded up with ginger ale to settle my stomach." 
"Oh my gosh, Hi Lauren! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, but it's been a while. You're looking... healthy." Kate tried to say as politely as possible. 
"Oh, you don't have to try and avoid it, I know I'm huge. In fact, I called you over here for a couple of seatbelt extenders. The food was just so good in Paris, and I couldn't help myself. It didn't help that my exchange family was stinking rich." Lauren snickered. 
"Well, I will say it's hard to resist a good French meal. I should know, I've packed on a few myself with all this free food." Kate rubbed her paunch in a circular motion for emphasis. "It's so good, in fact, that I'm about to need another new uniform. Those things are darn expensive." 
At that comment, both women burst out laughing again. 
"Well, it's good to see you again, and I'm sure you remember the drill. Personal butler and whatnot. I'll be sure to get you a little extra of everything. You had a big appetite before, and I'm sure it's even bigger now that you're... more versed in French cuisine." 
Another round of laughter from both ladies. As she started squeezing her way back down the aisle to grab some seatbelt extenders for this newly massive woman, Kate stopped and turned back to Lauren. 
"Oh, I almost forgot, tonight we're having a special – a double order of the crepes, served with a double order of the lamb chops."
That's when Lauren noticed a familiar wink, and at that moment she knew this was going to be a great flight home.
***
As Lauren waddled down the loading ramp to greet her waiting family, her hand was resting on her massive swollen belly. Just as on her flight to Paris, Kate had made sure Lauren never had a shortage of food on-hand. The ginger ale flowed freely as Lauren's non-stop feeding frenzy continued for the majority of the ten hour flight home, and by the time the plane rolled to a stop at gate 40 in Houston's Bush Intercontinental Airport, Lauren was fully and painfully stuffed to the max. She desperately wanted to give herself a belly rub to ease some of the pressure, but was uneasy in doing so because she was afraid she'd make a spectacle of herself. And so, Lauren held her blubbery stomach gingerly with one chubby hand as she made her way off the plane.
At first, Lauren couldn't find her family and thought perhaps they were running late. Then, she caught a glimpse of an obese woman that was the spitting image of her mother. But it couldn't be her – this woman had to weigh at least 350 pounds, and was standing with a man whose back was turned, but looked to weigh over 300 himself. As the man turned around to face her, she realized that these were, in fact, her parents, or rather massively inflated versions of her parents. However, Lauren wasn't the only one having trouble recognizing her next of kin. 
It took Lauren spouting "Mom?" for Janice to realize that his rotund brunette standing before her was, in fact, her eldest daughter. Once she made the connection, Janice's face softened into a bright smile and tears streamed down her cheeks as she ambled over to hug her 450 pound daughter. 
"I missed you soooo much!" Janice squealed as she squeezed her daughter as tightly as she could. Of course, Janice's own expanded dimensions meant that there was no way in hell she was going to get her already short arms around Lauren's titanic mass of a body, so she squeezed what she could. 
"Hey there, kiddo." Said Don, feeling a little left out from this little reunion as he put an arm around two of the three women in his life. 
After a few moments of embrace, Lauren pulled away from her mom and dad and asked
"Where's Becca?" Lauren had been missing her sister for this entire trip and was anxious to get an update on all that had happened while she was gone. 
"Oh, well your plane was a few minutes late and she was starved, so she went to get some snacks from the gift shop." Janice said as her eyes darted nervously at Don. 
"Great! I hope she got some extra, I'm famished." Lauren halfway lied. 
With that, Janice and Don looked at each other with a "Should we tell her?" look on their faces, but luckily, they didn't have to. Just then, Lauren heard the beep of a small vehicle horn behind her, and she thought she was about to be run down by a security guard on a golf cart when she heard a familiar voice yell, "Out of the way, fatty!" But when she turned around, the shock of what she saw before her left Lauren speechless. 
There was her little sister, all 580 pounds of her, perched upon a rather insubstantial looking rascal scooter. Her massive form completely engulfed the seat of the poor vehicle, and folds of her fatty skin hung well over both sides of it. In front of Becca, her colossal stomach hung between her legs at least a foot over the front of the cart seat, and Lauren could see about five inches of plump, pale, belly flesh were hanging out of the bottom of her sister's billowy yellow sun dress. The basket attached to the front of the scooter was filled to capacity with candy bars, snack cakes, bags of chips, and various other fattening goodies that the voracious Becca had picked up to get her through the arduous 20 minute wait she had to endure until her sister's plane landed. Becca had already downed three packs of Hostess cupcakes and was working on her fourth when she had nearly plowed her personal vehicle into her sister's fleshy rear-end. 
It should be mentioned that Becca's mobility was in no way impaired at this point, however she had become incredibly lazy as her weight continued to skyrocket, and preferred to avoid any unneeded physical exertion when possible. Once she had passed the 450 pound mark, Becca decided it was time to give up on her tiny Civic, as she could simply no longer cram her considerable bulk behind the wheel no matter how far back she adjusted the seats. She decided to sell her dear car and use some of the money to buy a scooter for herself. This way, she could take a load off when she needed to, and didn't have to waste any of her precious energy on mundane annoyances like walking. Becca actually found the scooter more fun than she had initially imagined, and while it had started as being a tool she would only use when she had to be on her feet for extended periods of time, the increasingly lazy girl relied on it more and more, and eventually rarely left the comfort of the cushy seat for more than a few minutes. She thought she might have to look into the larger sized scooter pretty soon, as she was starting to outgrow this one.
Becca was surprised to see her sister looking like a beached whale, and Lauren shocked to see that her "little" sister now had at least 100 pounds on her. After collecting Lauren's bags from baggage claim, the hefty Conrad family piled into their gigantic custom van, complete with a scooter lift attached to the back. 
"This is new." Lauren had said when she saw the van. 
"Yeah, the Camry just wasn't cutting it anymore," Don explained. "We needed something bigger since we're a growing family now, plus Becca needed something that could carry her scooter and we got a great deal on the lift." 
Don chuckled as he patted his beach ball sized beer belly that covered a large portion of his lap when he sat down. 
"So, Kountry Buffet?" Don volunteered as Lauren and Becca were both enjoying bags of cool ranch and nacho cheese flavored Dorito's, respectively. 
"Ooh, my favorite!" Becca cried as she stuffed another handful of orange tortilla chips into her mouth. After getting no objections from Janice or Lauren, Don started the van and they made their way out of the parking garage.
***
During dinner, Lauren had learned the whole story behind Becca's incredible transformation. She learned how close Becca and Claire had become, and how Claire had awoken the competitive spirit inside Becca. 
"And once it was unleashed, there was no stopping me. I was an animal!" Becca beamed proudly. 
"WAS?" Lauren joked, looking over at the stack of twelve plates Becca had already polished off, with another about to join them. 
Both girls laughed as they discovered that they both really enjoyed being the sizes they were, and were both glad that Lauren had taken the trip, because it had given them a chance to experience what it was like to be truly content. 
Lauren also learned how her parents had bulked up to their current size. They described how Claire had been an exquisite cook, and that she liked to experiment with new dishes. They went on to explain that Claire had used them as their guinea pigs to test her new concoctions, and how each one was better than the last. Janice, in particular, had come to savor the rich French delights and it led to late-night binges where she would completely clean out any leftovers Claire had left in the fridge. Claire had also taught her a lot about French cuisine, so Janice would occasionally write down Claire's recipes and try them for herself. This led to Janice's appetite increasing, which in turn made her snack more at work, as well as pack bigger lunches for herself. It was a vicious cycle that led Lauren's once petite mother to pack on over 200 pounds over the course of the year. Don loved Claire's cooking, as well, but usually let his wife consume the majority of the experimental meals. 
"She looked like she was enjoying herself, so I would always take a generous portion and let her have the rest." He said between mouthfuls of chicken fried steak. 
Curious to see whether her own health was becoming jeopardized, Janice had made an appointment to see Dr. Morris after she had gained around 175 pounds. To her amazement, she, too was in perfect health, other than the fact that she was now morbidly obese. Dr. Morris was even more surprised when she learned that Janice was the mother of the massively fat girl that had been in to see her months prior, although it kind of made sense to her when she thought about it. 
"We must have strong genes!" Janice joked as she relayed the story to her eldest daughter and simultaneously cleaned off her sixth plate of fattening comfort food.
Lauren just sat in amazement and stuffed her face as her family regaled her with tales of their gluttony over these past 15 months. She was happy that they were all so accepting of the changes, and hoped that this would bring them closer together as the years went on. Lauren thought she would get home and be coerced into losing weight by her manipulative parents, but instead, quite the opposite had happened. They were now encouraging their mountainous children to eat to their heart's content if that's what made them happy. And it truly seemed like it did. As Janice watched her daughters binge as if they hadn't eaten in days, she could see that they were as happy as she had ever seen them. Sure, it took some adjustment, but they were all healthy and that's what really mattered.
Don noticed his daughters were beginning to slow down as Becca finished her 14th plate of food, and Lauren had finished her 12th, so he offered to pick them up some dessert while he was up. Of course, both of his little pudgy balls of flesh agreed, since it meant they didn't have to heave their hefty bodies out of their increasingly uncomfortable chairs (of which they were currently using two each). In fact, Becca would soon have to upgrade to three chairs if she wasn't careful, as the blubber from her massive ass had already begun creeping over both sides of her double-wide seat. Don returned with a tray loaded with seven large plates of dessert – one for his wife, and three for each of his impatient daughters, who both grabbed at the plates greedily as he set the tray on the table. As they picked up their forks and prepared to dig into to the sweet, homemade treats, Becca and Lauren locked eyes, and a familiar competitive gleam twinkled across their faces as they both knew what was about to happen next.