Prologue
Heather grimaced at the thought of ordering a greasy fast food burger, but being a poor, working-class young girl meant having to make a few sacrifices every once in a while. Heather was a slim 26 year old brunette with shoulder-length hair and piercing blue eyes which were encased behind a pair of thick-rimmed hipster glasses. She weighed around 110 pounds and was proud to have withheld that weight since high school. Heather came from a generally thin family who was enthusiastic about proper diet and exercise, so she rarely frequented fast food restaurants due to the lack of healthy options. But today, due to a combination of an empty fridge, an upcoming rent payment, and a paycheck that hadn't yet cleared, Heather was forced to break her healthy eating regimen and indulge in a cheap, processed calorie bomb.
"It's only one meal," She thought to herself as she eased her beat up silver Civic through the drive-through line.
"Welcome to Burger Queen, can I take your order?" crackled the voice on the speaker. 
Heather noted that not all of the voice's cracking was due to the speaker breaking up, and she imagined the pimply-faced high school kid that was probably taking her order.
"Yeah, I'll have a number one combo, no cheese or onions, with a Diet Coke," Heather replied after a moment of contemplation.
"That's a single patty Whammy burger meal with no cheese or onions and a Diet Coke. Would you like to Whammy size that for a dollar?" sputtered the voice.
"No thanks, small is fine," Heather said resolutely.
"That'll be $5.25. Please pull forward to the second window, and have a royal day!" The voice cracked almost mockingly.
Heather pulled around to the second window as instructed and gave the kid a $10 bill. She noticed that he wasn't nearly as pimple-faced as she'd imagined, but the rest of her fantasy was accurate. He was probably sixteen years old and was probably working a summer job here to pay for video games or whatever else the kids were buying these days. Heather found herself chuckling to herself over her daydream, when she was interrupted by the kid at the window trying to get her attention.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but you'll need to come inside," he said before closing the window.
Heather, being a little put-out by the kid's bluntness, parked her Civic in the nearest spot and went inside to get to the bottom of this foolishness.
Once inside, she was greeted by a balding, pot-bellied man in his mid-forties who appeared to be the manager. He had a huge smile on his face and was holding something in his hands that appeared to be one of those giant checks from Publisher's Clearing House.
Before Heather could speak, the man chimed in:
"Hello, and welcome to Burger Queen! I'm happy to inform you that you are our one millionth customer! What's your name?"
"H-Heather," she replied.
"Well, Heather, for being the one millionth customer at this location, you have won free meals for life at any of the Burger Queen restaurants around the country! Anything on the menu, as much as you want, any time."
"Uhh, thanks," Heather was unsure how to respond. She knew she would probably never use the prize, and wondered jokingly to herself if there was a cash option instead.
After shaking the hands of all of the staff and taking a few pictures while wearing the "Official Burger Queen Tiara", Heather was given her meal (free of charge, of course), as well as the envelope containing her prize and sent on her way. The manager got her permission to frame one of the pictures and mount it on the wall in the restaurant so everyone would know that this restaurant had crowned their new queen. Heather agreed and signed on the dotted line, and the manager gave her a copy of the picture as a souvenir.
Once she arrived back at her apartment, Heather quickly scarfed down her now cold burger, as well as a handful of the fries before opening the envelope to take a look at her prize. The enclosed letter read as follows:
Dear Customer,
Thank you for being a loyal member of the Burger Queen family, and congratulations on being the one millionth customer! As a newly crowned queen or king, you are now officially entitled to the perks befitting your title. Enclosed in this envelope is the Queen Card, which can be used in any of our over 850 restaurants nationwide. The card can be used as often as you'd like, and will cover the cost of as many of our delicious menu items as you'd care to order. So enjoy, and as always, have a royal day!
P.S. – A proper King or Queen should be able to provide for his/her family and friends, as well, so we've included three additional Queen Cards to distribute as you see fit. Thanks again for your patronage!
Heather then emptied the contents of the envelope, and sure enough, four shiny golden cards toppled into her lap. The cards looked like credit cards, but were a bit heavier than Heather thought they should be. Metal-plated, perhaps?
"Maybe this won't be so bad," Heather said to herself out-loud. "Even ice cold, that burger tasted pretty good. Plus I'm broke, so free meals are actually pretty tempting. Just a couple of meals a week won't hurt anything," she rationed to herself as she finished the last of her fries and washed them down with her soda. 
Heather didn't really drink sodas, and she had forgotten how much she hated the taste of diet drinks. She made a mental note that she should just get a regular drink next time.
***
Chapter 1
Three weeks after winning her prize, Heather was beginning to notice the effects of supplementing a few healthy meals per week with fast food. As she lay on her bed trying to button her shorts, Heather began to think that she might have to cut back on the use of her newly acquired Queen Card. 
Heather worked at a scrapbooking store, which just happened to have a Burger Queen directly across the street. This meant that a free lunch was always within walking distance for Heather, and since she had only been able to afford a few groceries with her last paycheck, this meant that many of her lunch breaks consisted of a burger combo meal.
"Well, I know where my next paycheck is going," Heather mused as she finally got her shorts to button. "I need a new wardrobe!"
When she weighed herself on her bathroom scale that morning, Heather was shocked to see that she now weighed 119 pounds. Strangely, the pounds didn't bother her as much as the thought of not being able to afford new clothes as she outgrew her old ones.
"I guess groceries are out of the question until the next paycheck," she thought to herself as she pulled out of the driveway and began her workday commute.
***
On her way to work, Heather drove through the Burger Queen where she originally won her prize and ordered breakfast. The manager happened to be working the drive through window that morning and greeted her cheerfully.
"Good morning, Ms. Maddox. And how is our queen doing this morning?" He inquired.
"Fine, thanks." Heather tried to sound upbeat, but it was early in the morning and she really wished all of the employees would stop using royalty terms when they talked to her, so it came out a little forced.
The manager sensed her irritation and asked if there was something wrong.
"No, I'm fine," Heather apologized. "It's just that I can't keep eating like this. I can barely even afford new clothes and I'm already about to pop out of these!" Heather instantly felt embarrassed for admitting this to someone whose name she didn't even know.
"Hmm, well that isn't a problem that a queen should be faced with. Tell you what, stop by later today and I should have something for you that will eliminate that stress." The manager was still smiling broadly.
"O-okay," Heather was too sleepy to know how to take that statement.
***
As she sat in bumper to bumper rush hour traffic, Heather munched on her sausage breakfast biscuit and wondered what the manager could possibly have for her that would take care of her wardrobe situation.
The workday passed quickly, and Heather had ordered a milkshake with her lunch combo instead of her usual soda. She wished she hadn't, as her shorts were now uncomfortably tight after the rich, creamy beverage made her tummy bloat and press against her already straining waistband.
The rest of the day was a blur as Heather's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what might become of her if she no longer had to worry about clothing anymore. It excited her a bit.
***
After work, Heather stopped by her local BQ as instructed and was greeted by the manager as she entered. He waved her over to the "Employees Only" door, and Heather immediately became nervous as to the manager's intentions. Luckily, once she entered, she was relieved to see what appeared to be two business executives in suits and ties that were sitting at a small conference table.
"Please, have a seat," the manager motioned to one of the empty chairs across from the executives.
"I'm Brian, by the way," the manager said as he shook Heather's hand and took a seat next to her.
Finally, the older looking, though still handsome executive finally spoke up. "Hi, Ms. Maddox. My name is Theodore Banks, and this is my brother William. Our friends call us Teddy and Will, so feel free to use whichever you'd like. After all, you're part of the royal family now. We are the founders of Burger Queen, and we'd both like to congratulate you on being the millionth customer. This is the first location to have hit a million, so this is kind of a big deal. Brian here told us that you are quite satisfied with the product, but mentioned that you are having trouble keeping up with your home bills, is this correct?"
Heather was a little annoyed that Brian had shared this information with the corporate big wigs, but she finally responded, "Well, yes, occasionally. I usually have to pick and choose where my paychecks will end up each month."
"Well, as an official member of the BQ family, we can't have that, can we, Will?" Teddy said as he glanced over to his brother.
"Absolutely not," Replied the slightly younger brother, cracking a smile at Heather in the process.
"We are prepared to offer you a weekly stipend, in addition to your current arrangement, of course, if you would contribute a bit more to the company." Teddy continued.
Will took over, "Every few weeks, we have a few new items that we test in different markets to gauge the public's reaction. We would like you to partake in our taste-testing program and let us know what you like and what needs tweaking. It won't take long, roughly 2 hours of your time every 3-4 weeks, but we will certainly make it worth your while." 
With that, Teddy slid a slip of paper across the table with two fingers, and gestured for Heather to take a look. The number astounded her.
"Two THOUSAND dollars? Is this for each tasting session?" Heather gasped.
"Oh, no no no." Teddy shook his head. "That would be weekly."
Heather was hyperventilating as she panted, "I'm all in," and shook everyone's hand.
***
Chapter 2
Two months after accepting her position as head taste-tester for Burger Queen, Heather was living the good life. With a yearly salary just shy of six-digits, Heather no longer needed to work a traditional job, so after her first $2000 check cleared, she quit her job at the scrapbooking store and decided to start enjoying herself. Heather had stopped cooking her own meals almost entirely, instead gorging exclusively on an endless supply of free BQ food. She would regularly take her laptop with her to the fast food restaurant and sit in a booth for hours on end, just eating and surfing the web on their free WiFi.
Of course, Heather's body was having trouble adjusting to her new lifestyle, and a lifetime of healthy eating made her metabolism hit rock-bottom when she traded in her celery sticks for corn dogs, and her rice cakes for burger patties. Heather gained another 37 pounds in the two months since her meeting with the Banks brothers, putting her at a plump 156. She had been to two tastings so far, and while most of the items were delicious and others were pretty bad, it didn't stop Heather from clearing her plates of anything that was set in front of her. 
Heather either pretended not to notice the changes in her body, or didn't care, even as her belly formed a soft roll that bulged slightly over the waistband of even her most stretchy pants, and her boobs ballooned from A cups to a large C.
As her body expanded, Heather decided that hitting the gym was no longer fun for her (at least that was her excuse when she started becoming too easily winded), so she cancelled her membership. The floorboard of her car was constantly littered with fast food wrappers, as she was now absolutely addicted to the greasy concoctions and always needed something on-hand to satiate her. She even 'cheated' on her beloved BQ every once in a while if she was out somewhere and needed a quick burger fix. Eating had become Heather's one and only job, and she definitely made sure she put in her 40 hours a week, with frequent overtime.
Her meals themselves were expanding along with Heather's appetite. Whereas she would initially forgo the cheese on her burgers, she was now ordering additional slices on top of whatever came standard. Instead of the single patty, lately only a double or sometimes triple patty Whammy burger would satisfy her, and she always super-sized her orders. Heather also found that a regular soda was no longer enough to satiate her greedy stomach, so she began ordering a large shake with each meal, causing her to pack on the pounds even more quickly. Heather was out of control and she knew it, but she was enjoying herself and her massive income too much to care.
A couple of weeks later, as she was lounging on her couch snacking, Heather's phone rang, and an unknown number appeared on the caller ID. She hesitantly answered, thinking it was going to be a sales call, when she heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Heather. It's Will, from Burger Queen."
"Oh, hi, Will," Heather responded after swallowing a mouthful of Burger Queen chili cheese fries. Heather was embarrassed, and even though she knew Will couldn't see her, she quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped the dollops of chili and cheese from the corners of her mouth. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much. Hey, do you mind stopping by your local BQ this afternoon? My brother and I have something we want to discuss with you. Same location as last time." Will sounded excited.
"Sure," said Heather, stifling a burp. "Any clues as to what I should expect?"
"We'd really rather discuss it in person. Would 4:30 work for you?"
"Sure, my schedule is wide open today."
"Great, see you there." With that, Will hung up the phone and left Heather once again wondering what they had up their sleeves.
***
Getting to the restaurant by 4:30 was no problem for Heather, as she had already planned to spend her afternoon at the restaurant for a pre-dinner snack. She was in a corner booth enjoying a blended ice cream concrete and a giant brownie when the two suited brothers entered the store.
She greeted them and then followed them into the conference room where they held their previous meeting. Brian apparently wasn't on duty today, so the meeting was just between the three of them. Neither of the brothers mentioned Heather's obvious weight gain, but Heather did catch Will eying her ample curves at several points during their brief conversation.
"I'll get right to the point," Teddy started. "Burger Queen is a fairly new company, having only been around for seven years, and when my brother and I started the business, we had no idea that it would grow to the sprawling burger empire that it has become. However, we are ready to push things to the next level and start giving the big burger chains a run for their money. So, my Brother and I started brainstorming, and realized that all of the great burger chains have one thing that we don't. A mascot. Burger King has the king, and McDonald's had Ronald, so why shouldn't we have a mascot, as well? So initially we were thinking of a cartoon character of some kind, but while that might be fun, people aren't going to connect with an animated character as much as they would a living, breathing human being."
"That's where you come in," Will interjected. "We would like to make you the official mascot of Burger Queen. Nothing much, just a few commercials and photo shoots every once in a while, and some appearances at new restaurant openings. We are prepared to reimburse you handsomely for your time and effort."
Once again, Teddy slid a slip of paper across the table to Heather, which she gingerly plucked from beneath his fingers. Her hands shook as she opened the folded paper and she nearly passed out from the shock when she saw the number.
"A quarter of a million dollars a year!?" Heather squealed in shock.
"That's of course in addition to your current stipend as taste tester," Teddy interjected. "We certainly don't want to lose your skilled palate in our test kitchen."
Heather was on the verge of tears.
"I told you we'd reimburse you handsomely," Will said. "A salary fit for a queen."
Heather had no choice but to graciously accept. After a few too many thank you's and lots of hand shaking, Heather was on her way back home, her head swimming with the thought of having that much cash flow to do with as she pleased. In the seat next to her were two large bags full of four combo meals and several dessert items.
Tonight, Heather was going to celebrate.
***
Chapter 3
One morning in early December, Heather heaved herself out of bed, which was a much harder feat than it had been six months ago. She looked at herself in the floor-length mirror and tried to remember what her body looked like before she was crowned the royal highness of fast food.
In the roughly four months since becoming Burger Queen's official mascot, Heather had managed to pile on an astonishing 48 additional pounds onto her formerly svelte frame. She still wasn't worried about the added weight, in fact, she threw a little party for herself when she crested 200 pounds by buying and consuming a full sheet cake in a single sitting.
Now, all the 204 pound Heather could do was marvel at her added curves in the mirror. Her belly now hung significantly over the waistband of her panties, and it was beginning to split horizontally down the middle and form a double-belly. Her breasts were now beyond DDs, and Heather was already in need of a new bra, even though she just bought the one she was wearing a few weeks ago. Her legs and ass jiggled when she moved, and her thighs now rubbed together when she walked. Heather was already contemplating having another celebration when she hit 210 to mark one hundred total pounds gained. At this rate, it wouldn't take long.
"Maybe I'll try for two cakes this time," she giggled to herself half-jokingly as she finished dressing herself.
A couple of months earlier, Heather had saved enough to move out of her apartment and into a 2400 square foot, 4 bedroom house that was even closer to her favorite fast food establishment. It was now within walking distance to the BQ, although Heather typically drove, anyway.
Later that day, Heather was in her regular corner booth enjoying a mid-afternoon snack before dinner. On this particular day, the snack consisted of two large orders of chili cheese fries and a large shake. This had become a light snack for Heather, even though it totaled more calories than a regular person would consume in an entire day. A couple of hours later, Heather would also order two triple patty Whammy meals and wash it all down with yet another large milkshake.
This had become an afternoon ritual for Heather, and as she became increasingly well-known due to her numerous cheesy commercials, she started drawing in crowds of people who wanted to get a picture or autograph with the "Burger Queen". More crowds of course meant more business, so manager Brian made sure that Heather was well accommodated during her frequent visits and hopefully encourage her to hang around as long as possible.
***
The next day was another tasting session, which seemed to be occurring more and more frequently now that the brothers had their sights set on taking down their more established competitors. Heather didn't complain. She was such a trooper.
Today, Heather was trying a new burger tentatively called the Super Garlic Whammy. It consisted of four burger patties on a hoagie roll, with two slices of Swiss and two slices of American cheese, plus fried onion straws, bacon, A-1 steak sauce, and a healthy spread of garlic aioli on the bottom bun. Heather's mouth watered as the succulent beast of a burger was set down in front of her. She tore into it with reckless abandon, jotting down her thoughts and criticisms on her notepad.
A couple of bites into the burger, another item was set before her, along with a notecard explaining the name of the item and a list of ingredients that it contained. This was a side dish called the Mac and Cheese Log.
"Bad name," Heather wrote down in the notepad before picking up the concoction in her already grease-soaked hand.
The Mac and Cheese Log contained exactly what one would expect. A secret Mac and cheese recipe containing five types of cheese and bacon, which was chilled, then rolled into a cylindrical log shape where it was coated in panko bread crumbs and deep fried to a golden brown. Heather practically inhaled the fatty tube of fried carbs.
"Heavenly," was all she could think to write in her notebook before her mind went blank. After a moment of silent contemplation which yielded no results, she decided she needed a couple more of these cheesy sticks of joy for inspiration. After three additional servings, Heather had written what she deemed to be an adequate critique and moved on to her third and final item.
The notecard said "Cookie Bomb." Heather knew she was going to enjoy this one.
The Cookie Bomb was a double chocolate chip cookie wrapped around a fudgy chocolate brownie with a liquid chocolate center. It was served in a cup with a scoop of vanilla ice cream beneath it and whipped cream on top with a chocolate syrup drizzle. Heather made short work of the decadent confection and wanted to write "heavenly" again, but restrained herself. After ordering a second bomb, the words finally came to her and she was able to churn out a review that she knew would make the brothers happy.
At this point, Heather was so full that she had to unbutton her pants. As she did, her freed belly oozed forth and filled her lap with soft, pillowy flesh, which Heather couldn't resist massaging stealthily underneath the table. As she did this, she started to feel sleepy from the massive intake of food she'd just binged on, and began to nod off. She was startled awake by the chubby young intern girl clearing the plates from the table. 
The girl probably weighed around 165, Heather thought, and she wondered if she had always been chunky, or if she had gained it while working here. Heather remembered when she had been that skinny only a few short months ago. And she thought she was a whale back then!
***
When Heather arrived home later that evening, she plopped down on the couch to check her email and catch up on some episodes of New Girl on Netflix. She got an extra Cookie Bomb to go, and now she dug into it as if she hadn't just eaten enough to feed an entire football team. The ice cream had mostly melted, but it didn't matter to Heather as she was on autopilot. Then, suddenly, her spoon stopped midway to Heather's mouth as she opened an email from her mother.
Apparently the whole family was planning to stay at Heather's place for two weeks during Christmas. This included her mom and dad, as well as Heather's older sister and her husband.
Heather was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand, she was excited that she was going to see her family, although she was a little annoyed that her mother hadn't consulted with her first. She was also a little worried, as she hadn't seen her family since she gained all of her newly acquired weight. She was sure they'd seen her in the Burger Queen commercials on TV, but this would be the first time they'd met in person in almost a year. Her family had always been health conscious, and Heather just knew she would be chastised for letting herself become so rotund.
Heather continued reading. The four of them planned to rent a van and drive from Amarillo to Houston together. Heather wondered if her sister would be able to stand so many hours of bad jokes from their dad over the course of the trip. The thought of her sister pulling her hair out made Heather chuckle to herself and caused her belly to jiggle in her lap.
Heather had lots to do. Her family would be there in a week and she wasn't even finished unpacking boxes yet. Plus, she was sure she was going to hit 210 sometime this week, which would be a whole day wasted on celebration.
"Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a chubby queen," Heather smiled to herself as she emptied the melting remnants of her dessert into her chocolate-stained mouth.
***
Chapter 4
Heather hit 210 only two days after learning that her family was coming to town for Christmas. 
She did, in fact, follow through with her previous plan to try and take down two full sheet cakes in celebration, although it proved to be more challenging than she'd expected. The first cake was no problem, but halfway into the second one, Heather hit a wall and simply couldn't bring herself to eat another bite. So, in a moment of brilliance, Heather broke out her trusty blender and plopped the rest of the cake in the pitcher along with around a quart of whole milk, then hit "frappe". Fifteen seconds later, Heather was chugging down the thickest, creamiest milkshake she had ever tasted.
"Mmmmm, I'll have to try this again," she thought to herself as she drained the pitcher dry.
Of course, Heather had another milestone quickly approaching. Another ten pounds would mean she had doubled her original weight...
***
The rest of the week was the typical routine for Heather. Her days mostly centered around eating or watching TV, with an emphasis on the eating. Heather was indulging at a breakneck pace, partially due to the nervousness over her family's impending visit, and partially because she had simply lost all self-control. Having spent most of her life depriving herself of processed items, fast food had become a comfort to her, and she had no intention of slowing down. 
While she had a housekeeper that kept the home neat and tidy, the master bedroom was regularly littered with Burger Queen bags and wrappers. After all, the housekeeper only cleaned once a week and Heather was a growing girl who it just so happens could go through a LOT of fast food in seven days.
On Thursday, Heather had a tasting session in the morning, followed by a commercial shoot in the afternoon. Heather loved the rare occasion when both of her "royal" duties fell on the same day, since it meant she was almost constantly stuffed with goodies for hours on end.
This tasting session was another solid winner in Heather's book. The brothers had concocted another new burger called the Fried Nice burger (a play on "fried rice" which Heather noted was another horrible name). It had an Asian spin which consisted of two tempura battered deep fried burger patties, with a creamy soy sauce glaze, wasabi mayo, and a pickled carrot and daikon radish slaw. Delicious, but not one of the brothers' best creations.
She also tried some jalapeño poppers with cream cheese inside, wrapped in bacon, then breaded and deep fried. These were another hit with Heather, and she ordered almost a dozen before she could bring herself to write a proper review.
The final item was another entrée instead of a dessert. A new corn dog with cheddar-stuffed sausage instead of a hot dog inside. This was served with a side of custom-made barbecue ranch dip for dipping. Heather made sure to order extra dip, since she was a girl who loved her dipping sauces.
Three corn dogs later, Heather was once again ready for a nap, but also very thirsty after her salty meal. She asked if they could make her a large chocolate shake, and the chubby intern happily obliged.
Over the course of her many tasting sessions, Heather had learned that the intern's name was Jen, and that she had enrolled in the internship program at the tasting lab to earn cash to pay for her community college tuition. Heather also learned that Jen had weighed 102 pounds when she began working there almost a year ago, and had gained about sixty pounds over the course of the internship due to the constant tasting experiments she assisted with.
Another juicy bit of gossip that Heather learned from Jen was that Will Banks talked about Heather constantly and was actually really interested in getting to know her better. Heather was intrigued by this information, and would keep this little nugget of info in mind the next time she crossed paths with Mr. Banks. She had found him quite handsome ever since their first meeting, and she thought perhaps he was into bigger girls by the way he ogled her curves during their occasional consultations.
***
The commercial shoot later that day lasted roughly four hours, and Heather must have taken down at least five full triple patty Whammy burgers in that time period. Of course, it was hard to keep track as she was only allowed a single bite before the burger was replaced with a fresh one for the next take. It took 42 takes before the French director was satisfied that his 'masterpiece' was perfect and called for a wrap.
Heather thought she heard the Frenchman say something about her 'fat ass' as she walked away, but her French was rusty so it could have been her imagination.
To Heather's surprise, Will was standing next to her car in the parking lot when she exited the sound stage.
"Hi, Mr. Banks!" Heather said with genuine excitement. She hadn't thought she would get to talk to him face-to-face so soon.
"Please, call me Will," he said while looking Heather over and grinning from ear to ear. "I was just in the neighborhood and was wondering if maybe you'd like to get dinner with me tomorrow night to, uhh, discuss, um, your duties." He obviously hadn't thought this through. "Anywhere you want, I'm buying."
Heather gave will her best puppy dog eyes. "I really wish I could, but my family is driving in from Amarillo and will be staying with me until after New Years," Heather said, sheepishly.
"Aww, that's too bad," said Will, sounding utterly defeated. "I'll be leaving for a business trip the day after Christmas and won't be back until mid-April."
"Hmm, that's quite a pickle," Heather said, genuinely disappointed.
Suddenly, Heather had an idea that she thought would determine once and for all whether or not Will was actually a chubby chaser.
"What about tonight?" She blurted out as Will was about to start another sentence. "My evening is totally free."
Caught off guard, Will said with a chuckle, "Didn't you just eat like, fifty burgers?"
"Ahh, that was nothing," Heather shot back. "It takes a lot more than that to fill up this Burger Queen," she said while rubbing her ample belly in a circular motion.
"Works for me." Will said, his face turning beet red.
"Great, give me an hour to get ready and you can pick me up at 7:00." Heather replied.
"Then it's a date," Will's voice nearly cracked. Then he climbed into his Maserati and drove off into the sunset.
Amazed at what had just transpired, Heather stuffed herself into her own car and drove home to get ready for her magical night.
***
It was well past midnight before Heather collapsed into her bed, the box spring creaking and groaning over the immense amount of weight that had just been thrust upon it.
Heather suggested a local churrascaria, a type of high-end Brazilian eatery where the meats are spit-roasted for hours and sliced directly onto your plate right off of the spit itself. Of course, everything is all you can eat, with the salad and dessert bar included. Heather had passed by the restaurant many times on her way to work, but never had a chance to try it. Will immediately agreed.
Will had been to this restaurant several times with his friends, some of whom were defensive linemen, and still he had never seen anyone consume as much as Heather did that night. She ate as if her life depended on it. Slice after slice of juicy roasted meat was piled onto the rotund woman's plate and quickly disappeared into the apparent black hole of her stomach. Will made multiple trips to the salad bar for his porcine date, each time returning with creamy pasta salads and various other items smothered in sauces and dressings. They had a pleasant conversation and each of them learned a lot about the other, but Will could tell that Heather was preoccupied by her meal, and he loved her for it.
The first time Will was introduced to Heather during their initial meeting at the Burger Queen, he knew he had met the girl of his dreams. Even at their first meeting, she was bursting out of her clothes, and she only became bigger each time he saw her. He had been working up the courage to ask her out for several months, and now, watching this growing goddess tear into her meal like a starving lioness, he was kicking himself for not acting sooner.
At this point, Heather knew she had him hook, line, and sinker. If she was going to date a chubby chaser, she was really going to show him how chubby she could get. She made a resolution to herself that day to grow as fast as possible while Will was away on business, so that he would have a much bigger girlfriend when he returned. The more she gained, she rationed, the more Will would want her. And so, she pushed herself to the absolute limit on the decadent charred meats that lay before her. A veritable mountain of meat, her own personal Everest.
When Will dropped her off, Heather had trouble pulling herself out of the seat of his Maserati, partially due of her sheer size, but mostly because she was so stuffed with food that she could barely move. Will had to grab both her hands and heave her to her feet before helping her to her front door. Heather was stone cold sober, but staggered like the town drunk down the path towards her doorstep with Will closely in tow. After saying their goodbyes, Heather pulled Will close to her and kissed him deeply on the lips for what seemed like minutes.
Finally, she pulled away, unlocked the door, and stepped inside before popping her head out and saying, "See you in a few months."
As the door closed and Will was left alone in the dim light of the porch, he stood in silence for a moment as he processed what had just happened.
Then he licked his lips and noticed the grease that Heather had transferred from her own lips to his. He smiled to himself and practically skipped back to his car.
***
Chapter 5
It was ten o'clock the next morning after Heather's date with Will, and her family was due to arrive at around noon. Her father was known for his punctuality, so Heather knew they would be right on time.
Heather was hastily attempting to make herself presentable, but her enhanced gluttony over the past week had rendered most of her current wardrobe useless. Frustrated, Heather hopped on the scale to see the damages. The digital readout flickered through several numbers before settling on 219.
Her first reaction was one of shock, having gained nine pounds in only a week, and her second reaction was fear, because this would surely mean she would miss her double weight celebration. There would be no way to properly celebrate with her family around.
Unless...
Heather dashed down the stairs as fast as her chunky legs would carry her and tore open the fridge door. She had three bags of leftovers she had brought home from the commercial shoot yesterday before her impromptu dinner date. Cold burgers would have to do. She ripped open the first bag and three double Whammy's fell onto the table. Without missing a beat, the first burger was unwrapped and began making its way into Heather's chubby cheeks. Three bites and the first burger was gone, and she hadn't finished chewing before the second burger was undressed and ready to face a similar fate. Two burgers of course led to three, which in turn led to the second bag which contained three large orders of curly fries. Cold fries aren't the most appealing food item, even to the greediest fatty, but it was nothing a little ranch dressing couldn't fix. Ok, maybe slightly more than a little... 
With two cartons of fries out of the way, Heather honestly couldn't remember what the third bag contained. Her curiosity was soon abated after finishing the third carton of fries and half of her previously full bottle of ranch. When she opened the third bag, she was bombarded with the overwhelming smell of chocolate, and instantly squealed with delight when she remembered what was inside.
"Brownies!" She practically screamed.
The half dozen brownies were swiftly dispatched, and Heather lumbered back upstairs to weigh herself again.
"222! Woohoo!" She screamed.
Heather checked the clock. It had only taken her twenty minutes to eat three pounds worth of food, which left her with an hour and forty minutes to run to the grocery store, pick up a couple of sheet cakes, run home, and pig out before her parents arrived.
"Plenty of time," she thought.
***
Heather was back from the store in twenty minutes with two giant sheet cakes in hand. She still had an hour and twenty minutes before her family was supposed to arrive, but just to speed up the process, Heather decided to forgo the fork and work on these babies with the two utensils God gave her. With that, she reached in and grabbed a handful of double chocolate fudge cake and stuffed it into her mouth. This was followed by another handful, then another and another until half of the first cake had joined the three pounds of fast food that already occupied Heather's bottomless stomach. Heather looked like a toddler who had just been given her first birthday cake and had decided to smash her face in it. Hands were good for shoveling food quickly, but left much to be desired in the accuracy department.
"Oh well, quantity over quality," Heather thought as she cleared the first tray and began working the lid off the second one.
She wondered if she would hit a wall halfway through the second cake as she had the last time and have to quit, or if her stomach had stretched enough to accommodate enough cake for two birthday parties. Surprisingly, she made it past her previous record and still barely felt full as she soldiered on. She felt like such a pig as she systematically stuffed handful after handful of the sugary pastry into her mouth, barely chewing the soft, moist bites before swallowing.
In no time, the cake was gone and Heather needed some milk. She grabbed the biggest cup she could find in her cabinets and poured herself the last of the milk she had left in her fridge before chugging most of it in one gulp. She burped loudly and felt some of the pressure lift from her distended gut. 
With the contents of her stomach settled, Heather actually thought she could polish off a third cake, but alas, there was no cake left to polish, and she lacked the precious time for another trip to the store. This would have to do for now.
The doorbell chimed as Heather was washing the last remnants of her chocolate fueled binge from her pudgy fingers, and she quickly scanned the kitchen to make sure any evidence of her gluttonous feast had been adequately erased from view. Satisfied, she tossed the two plastic sheet cake trays in the garbage and went to greet her waiting family.
When Heather opened the door, she was immediately bombarded with hugs and squeals of excitement from her mom and sister, with her dad and brother-in-law hanging back and rolling their eyes at the scene the girls were making on the front porch.
"Look at you! You look... Great!" Heather's mother, Samantha said as she took a step back and eyed her much-expanded daughter.
"Aww, mom, you don't have to sugar coat it. I know I'm a whale," Heather replied as her face started turning red.
"No, really, the weight suits you, honey," Her mom said, sounding genuine.
Samantha was a pretty woman in her late forties who stood at 5'6"and weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. Heather noticed that her mother might have put on a couple of pounds since they had last seen each other, but it could have just been the sweater Samantha was wearing. Heather was taken by surprise at the comment about her weight, since she was sure her mother was going to ream her about her added poundage. But who was she to argue? This might make it easier for Heather to continue her eating habits while her parents were in town, since they didn't appear to be as scrutinizing as she thought they would be.
Just as the thought entered her mind, Samantha moved in close to her daughter, licked her thumb, and wiped a large smudge of chocolate icing from Heather's cheek.
"Have a little snack before we arrived, dear?" Samantha said with a smirk.
Heather's face glowed red with embarrassment, and she knew she didn't have to answer.
***
The family decided to go out to eat for lunch, since Heather didn't have much of anything resembling real food in her fridge or pantry. To Heather's amazement, her sister Emma suggested an all-you-can-eat buffet that she had seen on their way in town called "The Feedin' Trough". It was a smorgasbord of country cookin' delicacies such as chicken fried steak, southern fried chicken, meatloaf with gravy, and of course, 'genuine' Texas barbecue. 
Emma was three years older than her sister, and had filled out a bit since getting married to Jim two years ago. She gained thirty pounds during her first year of marriage before plateauing at her current weight of 145. Certainly not fat by any means, but definitely a bit meatier than her mother, and (formerly) her sister. She also had brunette hair, which was longer than Heather's, and she typically wore it in a ponytail, as she was today.
After the family had loaded up their first plates and begun to dig in, the conversations started. Heather learned that her dad had been laid off the month before and he still hadn't found another job, putting two of them on a financial budget. They decided to go ahead with the trip to Houston since they already had everything planned, and really wanted to see their daughter. 
"The big shot movie star", as Heather's dad, Jerry had put it. 
Jerry was in his early fifties, but still looked a few years younger than he actually was. His hairline was just beginning to show signs of receding, and he had a touch of gray along his sideburns, which contrasted with his darker brown hair on top. He wore a pair of 50's style horn rimmed glasses which Heather had convinced him to get a few years earlier. He liked the look and decided to stick with them.
Heather's brother-in-law, Jim, appeared to be preoccupied for most of the meal, which was bothering Heather a bit. Heather had gotten along well with Jim ever since her sister started dating him in high school, and she thought Emma couldn't have married a better guy. Jim was around 5'9" and weighed around 185. He had short brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee which framed his mouth. 
Finally, Heather had had enough of the silent treatment from Jim and bluntly asked him what was wrong.
"Oh, uh, nothing's wrong. Just a lot on my mind," His eyes diverted to his wife, whose face was now quivering as she tried to hold back a smile.
"Well, what is it?" Heather practically yelled as she stuffed a forkful of gravy-soaked mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Well, it's just..." Emma winced. "We're pregnant!" She squealed as a huge smile finally appeared on Jim's face.
"Oh my God, sweetie, that's great!" Samantha beamed. "How long have you known?"
"I found out the night before we left for the trip. It's been hell keeping it a secret all this time." Emma seemed relieved to have finally told someone.
Jim, too, appeared to be in better spirits after the reveal. Apparently, keeping secrets was a stress trigger for Jim, and had made him clam up for fear of revealing it too early. Now it made sense why Emma had chosen a buffet for lunch – she was eating for two now.
"Watch out, sis, or you'll be as big as me by the time that kid pops." Heather said jokingly.
"Oh, I don't think so, little sis. I'll be bigger!" Emma said as she got up to fill another plate.
The table roared with laughter.
Heather noticed that while her mother still ate significantly less than anyone else at the table, she was still munching away at her food long after the rest of the table had thrown in the towel. Perhaps being on a budget was having an effect on her mother's willpower.
***
The rest of the family's visit was quite pleasant and very food-centric. Samantha cooked a lavish feast for Christmas dinner, courtesy of Heather's adequate income, and every member of the Maddox family stuffed themselves to capacity on the delicious cornucopia.
Heather liked the new changes in her family's attitude. They had all spent so much of their lives eating to live, but now it seemed that they were finally embracing the 'living to eat' mentality. Her mother seemed to be eating more than Heather had ever seen her eat in the past, whether from stress or something else, and her sister was going to be pigging out for the next nine months. Neither of their significant others seemed to mind, as they were both more than happy to refill the plates of their better halves when they noticed they were getting low.
***
And so, the marathon of gluttony continued for two weeks until the family's departure on January 3rd. As they were saying their goodbyes, Heather gave her mom and sister an envelope, each containing one of her extra Queen Cards.
"I thought this might help with the budget situation," Heather said to her mom before explaining how the card worked.
"Thanks, darlin'," Samantha said as she hugged her daughter, letting her native Texas drawl escape her lips.
The Queen Card was a gift that Heather had planned to give her parents and sister from the beginning, but now it seemed like it was more of a lifesaver for them than she had anticipated. Heather had offered to give her parents some money after learning about their financial troubles, but her dad would hear nothing of it.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I'll have my kids supporting me financially," He had said in his most serious but somehow still humorous tone.
***
As her family departed, Heather trudged upstairs to weigh herself, after realizing that she hadn't gotten a chance to do so in the past two weeks. The scale settled on 227; five pounds in two weeks. For a normal person, that might sound like a lot, but Heather knew she had been slacking off.
"I'll have to step up my game if I'm going to impress Will when he returns," She thought. "I only have four months left, but I have a couple of ideas that might boost me in the right direction."
***
Chapter 6
As it turns out, adding weight gain shakes made with heavy cream and weight gain powder can do wonders for a growing girl's figure. Four months after adding the creamy concoction to her routine, Heather's weight had absolutely exploded. As she admired her impressive girth in the mirror, she wondered what Will would think when he returned and saw his massive queen. 
Heather's belly had now fully overtaken the front of her panties with a soft, doughy apron that fully obscured her crotch when she stood. Massive love handles spilled over the waistband of her pants, and wrapped around to form large rolls on her lower back, which creased and folded at several intervals along her backside. Her boobs were now so massive and heavy that they were pushed to either side of her belly when they were unrestrained. Heather had to order her bras online after outgrowing almost everything she could find in-store.
The constant stuffing had stretched Heather's stomach to the point where she was almost constantly ravenous. She could rarely be found without some type of food in her hands, and when she couldn't eat, she had a travel mug full of her "magic elixir," which is what she had started calling her weight gain shakes. 
Her fridge and freezer now typically held only the items which went into her fattening cocktail – Heavy cream, peanut butter, chocolate sauce, and ice cream of several different varieties, and her pantry was stocked with more weight gain powder than a bodybuilder could use in a year. All of her meals now came from restaurants, either sit-down or fast food, since home-cooked meals simply took too much effort for Heather's tastes.
The tasting sessions were occurring more frequently than ever, and Heather had become good friends with the intern, Jen. When it became obvious that Jen knew something was going on with Heather, Heather had revealed her plans to fatten herself up for Will because he was a chubby chaser. Jen was intrigued by this prospect, and offered to help Heather achieve her goal, although Heather admittedly didn't have a specific goal in mind.
At the tastings, Jen would always make sure Heather received double or triple servings of everything right off the bat, and even learned the recipe to Heather's magic elixir so she could make sure Heather always had some on-hand during the sessions.
They even started hanging out together outside of work, and would frequently dine at restaurants ranging from expensive steakhouses to seedy dive bars. If the girls learned that a place had great food, they were first in line to try it. 
Of course, Heather's excessive lifestyle was rubbing off on the already chubby intern, which caused her to pack on over forty pounds in the past few months, putting her over the 200 pound mark. Jen's belly now sat in her lap when she was seated, and she had trouble keeping her wardrobe updated to accommodate her expanding form, which meant she was constantly busting out of everything she wore. Heather had also given Jen her last Queen Card, which was adding to Jen's increasing mass. 
Neither of the girls cared about their expanding girth since they were enjoying themselves too much. Both of them were relatively new to the Houston area, and neither of them had really bothered to make any friends since they had moved there, so they quickly became besties in a very short amount of time. Heather planned to throw Jen a party once the plump blonde had doubled her weight, which she was on track to do within the week.
***
It was now the day when Will was due to return from his trip, and Heather was once again in a familiar predicament; finding something that fit her. Heather had decided to forgo weighing herself until the day Will returned, to build the suspense. After a few minutes of trying on tops that did little to conceal her hanging paunch, she decided now was as good a time as any to step on the scale and see what she had been able to accomplish in the past four months.
The digital scale creaked under Heather's increased mass, as the digital display sprang to life before eventually beeping to let the obese brunette know that it had calculated her ridiculous weight. Heather had to lean forward to see the display over her bulging mid-section, and when she did, she was disappointed to see that the screen read "ERR".
"Hmm, that's weird," Heather said out loud.
She stepped off, and then stepped on again. A few seconds later, she heard the beep and once again craned her neck to reveal "ERR". With some effort, she bent down and picked up the scale off the floor to examine it. Nothing appeared to be broken, but then something caught Heather's eye that made her heart skip a beat. The scale said "Max capacity, 310 lbs."
"Holy shit!" Heather once again said to no one in particular.
Her reaction was understandable, because assuming she had actually hit the weight limit, it would mean that she had gained at least 90 pounds in the past four months and had surpassed the 300 pound mark.
Heather stood in shock for a moment before busting out in laughter due to the absurdity of the whole situation. A year ago, she had been a third of the size she was now, and was eating kale chips and lentils for dinner while trying to make her paycheck last for a full month. Now, she was a 300 pound porker who never had to worry about money and was consuming over 20,000 calories a day on average. 
She hoped Will would be happy. After all, she was blaming him for making her do this, although she was already well on her way to morbid obesity before the two were an item. 
"Were they actually an item?" Heather wondered before calling up Jen to tell her the news.
***
Later, at their favorite Mexican restaurant, Heather waited for Jen as she munched away at a large bowl of Queso Loco, which consisted of chile con queso with ground beef added for good measure. Nearly a full day's worth of calories on its own, Heather had quickly devoured the entire bowl and was contemplating ordering another when her plump blonde friend walked in. 
Jen was dressed in a tight blue dress which accentuated her bulbous gut and ample breasts. Jen's cleavage was so deep that Heather was sure if she were to yell into it, there would be an echo. Jen sat down at the table across from her friend.
"I did it. Order me everything on the menu." Jen said with a smile on her face.
Heather immediately knew that her friend had finally doubled her original weight and wanted to celebrate. Heather had also been vague on the phone regarding her own reasons for wanting to meet up, so Jen finally inquired.
"I need a new scale," Heather said coyly.
"What, did yours break?" Jen asked, a little annoyed that her fat friend had finished off all the queso.
Heather shook her head. "Nope, I just outgrew it." She said proudly.
"Damn, girl. You better slow down. What did that scale go up to, 275?" Jen wondered.
"Try again," Heather said, trying to stifle a smile.
"285?" Jen guessed.
"Keep going," Heather responded, giggling to herself.
"Jesus, Heather. It wasn't... 300, was it?"
"Try 310," Heather finally admitted.
"Oh my God." Jen said, flabbergasted. "I guess the magic elixir is doing its job, huh?"
"I'd say so." Heather quipped.
"So, I guess we have lots to celebrate, don't we." Jen finally said as her amazement subsided. "Let's order, I'm starving!"
***
Heather's plan was to surprise Will at the airport. She called Teddy and asked if he would mind if she picked up his brother to save Teddy a trip. He agreed, and said he was actually a little relieved that Heather had offered, since he had a meeting that afternoon and was worried he would be late, anyway.
So, after heading through security, Heather settled down near the gate and waited for Will's arrival. Not having flown much in the past, Heather had heard that you needed to get to the airport early due to the security check. Even though she had been selected for the random search, it still left her with over an hour before Will's plane was supposed to touch down.
Even though she and Jen had completely destroyed enough food for at least six regular people only a couple of hours prior, Heather wasted no time finishing off the half-dozen candy bars she had brought with her, and was once again getting hungry for some real food. 
She plopped herself down in the Sky Lounge and ordered a meal. Three entrees later, Heather still wasn't fully satisfied, but Will's plane was due to arrive any minute so she paid the considerable bill and heaved her bulk out of the tight chair to make her way back to the loading gate.
Will's plane arrived right on time, and Heather anxiously waited for him to come walking down the ramp. After it appeared that most of the plane had been emptied, and still with no sign of Will, Heather began to wonder if she was at the wrong gate. Just as she was about to go through the effort of getting out of her chair and walking to the courtesy desk to see what the deal was, she saw Will turn the corner and begin heading down the ramp. She was shocked to see that he was in a wheelchair being pushed by a skinny flight attendant, and his leg was in a cast.
She wedged her flabby ass out of the chair and jiggled over to Will just as he was crossing the threshold from the ramp to the airport.
At first, Will didn't appear to recognize her, but as he did, a smile crept across his lips as he soaked in the sight of his massive queen. 
"Wow, Heather. You look... Fantastic." Will said, nearly salivating at her succulent appearance.
"I thought you'd like it." Heather said in her most sultry voice. "I've been working on it non-stop while you were gone."
Will shifted in his wheelchair in an attempt to conceal his growing arousal, causing his leg to scream with pain. After gathering his luggage and loading everything into Heather's car, Will went on to explain what had happened to him in Japan as Heather made her way out of the parking garage.
"We are trying to open a Burger Queen franchise in Tokyo, so I really wanted to make sure and impress the investors by partaking in any activities they offered to me. It started out fine. They treated me to karaoke nights where I made a fool of myself on a fairly regular basis, and many rounds of golf where I made fools of THEM on a fairly regular basis. By the time they were ready to make a decision, I felt like I had known the guys my whole life. We were like brothers. A week before I was set to leave, we struck a deal to open eight restaurants in the Tokyo area, and to celebrate, my new friends wanted to take me skydiving. Now, I've been skydiving a few times in my day, but this time we had already partaken in a bit of sake beforehand, so I wasn't exactly at a hundred percent. Long story short, I botched the landing and snapped my femur in three places. I technically wasn't even supposed to fly in my condition, but I knew I had something important back in Houston that I needed to get back to." He looked over at Heather with a twinkle in his eye. "So, here I am, on bed rest for the foreseeable future with no one to take care of me," Will said while still glaring at Heather.
"Well, you could stay at my place," Heather jumped in. "I have plenty of room and would take good care of you."
Will, not wanting to sound like this had been his plan all along, hesitated before answering.
"You sure? My brother always says I'm really needy," Will said with a smirk.
"Absolutely. This is going to be fun." Heather re-assured him as she pulled into the BQ drive-through and ordered enough food to feed an army.
***
Chapter 7
Many months passed, and Heather had made good on her promise to take good care of Will. He was confined to bed rest for the first three months and appeared to be doing fine until a bone fragment caused an infection that led to emergency surgery and four titanium rods being inserted into Will's femur. This of course meant more bed rest, and Heather wasn't about to leave her man without proper care, which in Heather's mind meant a healthy meal. 
As Heather continued to grow, her constant supply of fast food burger feedings caused Will to balloon, as well. In the nine months since he had moved in with her, Will had gained a massive 120 pounds, putting the once athletic young man at a scale-tipping 315 pounds. Lying in his adjustable hospital bed that he had installed in Heather's bedroom, Will's belly would touch the mattress when he spread his legs, which he regularly had to do to relieve the discomfort of having his stomach rest on his broken leg. 
Will was aware that he was gaining weight, but he found it hard to resist the offerings of his gigantic growing goddess who was keeping him in a constant state of stuffed bliss. Physical therapy was a challenge for Will, and only became more difficult as his weight increased. Yet despite his weight disadvantage, he finally was able to push through and was able to walk with a cane for short periods of time.
Just as Will was finally beginning to regain his mobility, Heather began having mobility issues of her own. Her weight had continued to increase at an alarming rate, between her constant care for Will, and her meals out with Jen, and she soon found it difficult to stay standing for more than a few minutes at a time without becoming winded. 
Having not had a chance to replace her scale, Heather still didn't know what her weight was, although she knew she had to be over 400 pounds by now. Her gelatinous body jiggled with every move, and her arms were now twice the size that her thighs had been before she began her gaining journey. Her face had fattened and now supported a prominent triple-chin, which also shook when she laughed, causing ripples to travel throughout her swollen body. She had long since given up chairs with arms, as now even her loveseat was a vessel built for one occupant. 
Heather usually had to ask for a second chair to support her gigantic sagging ass cheeks when she went out to eat with Jen, as one chair was generally not enough to support her. Regular pants were also something Heather had all but given up on, as even the online shops didn't seem to make items big enough to accommodate her sagging belly. She usually went with a dress or muumuu of some kind, although she had taken to wearing only a bra and panties when she was at home.
Jen had also continued to grow steadily, and was now nearing 300 luscious pounds herself. She was nearing the point where she could keep up with Heather during meals, and it was showing in her increased poundage. Jen's belly was a sight to behold. It was by far where most of her added weight had distributed itself. Were it not for the soft doughiness of it, one would swear that Jen was pregnant with triplets. Her belly stuck out well beyond her abundant breasts, but hadn't taken on folds as Heather's had, instead becoming a perfectly round, smooth sphere which groaned loudly when it was hungry, which was often. Jen's belly had become so huge, that it could easily hang over the front of a chair when she was sitting, and prevented her from the use of booths at restaurants. Heather didn't mind the latter, as she herself had outgrown booths months ago. 
In fact, the portly friends had to reduce their lunch locations significantly, as many of their frequent hangouts didn't have chairs sturdy enough to withstand Heather's immense bulk. She learned this the hard way when she crushed one of the rickety wooden chairs at one of their favorite dives. While she should have been embarrassed, Heather was actually extremely turned on by the whole experience, which made her want to grow even bigger to the point that no chair would be able to hold her.
***
It was mid-September when Heather got the call from her mom that Emma was in labor. Within an hour, Heather had hastily packed a bag and was on her way to Amarillo. Will stayed behind, since nine hours in the car was too much for his recovering leg to handle.
Nine hours later, Heather pulled into her sister's driveway. Emma had decided to have a natural birth in her home with a midwife, which Heather was thankful for. Parking garages were not her friend these days. As she walked in the front door, everything was eerily quiet, and Heather knew that she must be too late. 
Samantha greeted her daughter in the living room with a warm smile, although this wasn't the mom Heather remembered. She must have gained fifty or sixty pounds since Heather had seen her last, and it really looked great on her. She must have really been taking advantage of her Queen Card, Heather thought to herself. Her mother always looked young for her age, but the chubbier face gave her an even more youthful appearance. So much so that she and Heather might be mistaken for sisters to someone who didn't know them. 
Samantha had on a tight turtleneck sweater that clung to the newly formed rolls which encircled her midsection. She had on a skirt that covered much of her lower half, but Heather could see her thickened calves and ankles which jutted from the bottom of the skirt like tree trunks. The sweater pushed Samantha's neck fat up, giving her a prominent double-chin, which Heather thought looked 'super cute' on her mom.
Heather had been so busy admiring her mother's enhanced form that she didn't notice that Samantha was holding a bundle in her arms. Heather's eyes filled with tears as her nephew Ethan was revealed to her in all of his bald-headed glory. Without a word exchanged between them, Samantha extended her arms and handed the tiny sleeping person to Heather, which Heather tearfully accepted. 
During the hand-off, Ethan woke up, but didn't cry. He merely opened his eyes and stared into his auntie Heather's piercing blue eyes. Heather stuck her plump finger out and Ethan grabbed it. He then forced it into his mouth and proceeded to suck madly on it for several seconds before Heather realized that her hands were coated in remnants of the chocolate bars she'd been consuming for the past nine hours.
"Oh well, a little chocolate never hurt anybody," she whispered to her mom. 
At that point, Heather's dad and Jim had exited Emma's room and began chatting with Heather. Heather was glad to see her parents, but she really wanted to talk to her sister and couldn't figure out a way to gracefully pull away without hurting her parents' feelings. 
After what seemed like ages, there was a break in the conversation and Heather quickly handed off her nephew to Jim and waddled into the dimly lit bedroom.
The midwife was busy cleaning up the room, and didn't greet Heather when she entered. When Heather saw her sister lying in the bed, sleeping peacefully, she was shocked. Emma was absolutely massive. She still looked nine months pregnant, except that the rest of her body had grown, as well. Her arms were creamy-white mounds of flabby flesh that actually spread out as they laid on the bed. Even covered by her bed sheets, Heather could see Emma's engorged gut which rose high into the air and formed a mountain of flab beneath the sheets. Emma's face was barely recognizable as layers of adipose had deposited itself across her cheeks and neck.
As Heather approached the bed, Emma opened her eyes slowly and she smiled at her sister. She looked exhausted, which was understandable considering the circumstances.
"Hey, baby sis," Emma said hoarsely. "Did you meet Ethan?"
"Sure did. He's a cutie," Heather answered.
"I tried my best, but it looks like you still beat me," Emma laughed as she poked Heather's hanging gut.
"Haha, yeah, but it looks like you gave it a hell of a shot," Heather said, still in awe of the massive transformation her sister had undergone in the past nine months.
"Yep, I gained almost 165 pounds, all thanks to that damn card you gave me. I weigh over three hundred pounds!" Emma feigned disappointment.
Heather laughed, "Heh, yeah, it'll creep up on you. Just look at me!"
"It's ok, though," Emma continued. "Jim and I have never been happier, and I'm still otherwise in perfect health, so I think I'll stick with it for a while and see where it goes. Also, fat sex is uuuuuhhhhhhMAZING, but I suppose you already know that. You're still dating that Will guy, right?"
"Yeah, but, um..." Heather hesitated.
"Wait, you mean you HAVEN'T? Really, Heather?" Emma seemed shocked.
"Well," Heather began. "He hurt his leg in Japan and hasn't really been able to take part in those types of... activities until he completes his physical therapy."
"Oh my God, I had no idea. Sucks to be you, I guess," Emma chided.
"Shut up, bitch," Heather joked. "You may have just had a kid, but I'll still whip your skinny ass."
With that comment, the midwife looked over at the portly girls, then shook her head and continued to clean.
"I'm absolutely starving," Emma said after a moment. "What's for dinner, little sis?"
Heather thought for a moment before saying, "Hmm, well I know a great burger place that's close by, and the best part is, we eat for free!"
"Mmmmm, my favorite!" Emma responded as she began clapping her hands, causing her fat arms to jiggle and wobble wildly back-and-forth.
Heather took one last look at her rotund sister and smirked, before turning and heading to the local BQ to grab dinner for the family.