Sabrina and Laura are sitting on the couch at Sabrina’s house watching TV and chatting. As has become increasingly commonplace, Sabrina is constantly surrounded by food, none of which is even remotely healthy. Balanced on each end of the couch are two very large boxes of doughnuts from the famous bakery in town “Le Petite Patisserie”, of which the girls have already made some headway through. What was once a large, spacious three-seater couch is now taken up entirely by just these two women. Sabrina's vast behind and hips spread out over two seats, the immense weight of her blubbery body forcing a huge depression in the couch cushions and causing her to sink lower than Laura. Despite Sabrina's size, though, there should still have been plenty of room in the couch for Laura... under normal circumstances, that is, but the last several weeks in Laura's life had been far from normal....
“Hey Laura, I was reading an article online the other day that I found quite interesting. Scientists have discovered that if your friends are fat, it’s more likely you’ll turn out fat, and if your friends are fit and healthy it’s more likely that you’ll turn out fit and healthy.”
“It’s pretty much just you and me that hang out together, isn't it?.......That’s all I’m saying”
“What do you mean 'that’s all you’re saying', like you're getting at something?”
“Well, you used to be really skinny, and I was never really that skinny at all, even when I lost all that weight............That’s all I’m saying....”
“What do you mean 'that’s all your saying', what’s your point?”
“Your coming in my direction,...........That’s all I’m saying.”
“Stop saying 'that’s all you’re saying', when that’s not all you’re saying, and just say what it is you’re saying!!!!”
“Okay, look at this way: I’ve had more influence on you, than you’ve had on me.........That’s all I’m saying”
“Stop talking nonsense, every skinny girl puts on a bit of weight when they get older.”
“Exactly Laura! That’s because they’re led by their peer group, and I’m your peer group. I’ve been leading you, I’m your leader......... That’s all I’m saying.”
“WOOAH! Hold on minute! If there’s a leader between you and me, it’s me! I’m the one that decides what we’re going to do most of the time.”
“That’s just a front though. You see, on a deep psychological level, you’re getting fatter, and that makes me the alpha female, the big Queen Bee, the dominant female.”
“Don’t talk to me about who’s the most dominant, you used to be so shy you’d always come running to me for protection when the other girls were being mean, and I was the smallest girl in the class!”
“That may have been true back then, but things are different now! I feel more confident within myself and within my body. The evidence is right there in front of you, when people realise you're trying to turn yourself into me, they’ll know who wears the trousers in this relationship!”
“Bullshit, Sabrina! Nobody’s going to think that”
“The science is right there, Chubs!”
“Science has got nothing to do with it, you're taking nonsense....”
Laura’s counter argument faltered. Was Sabrina right? What had happened to her once svelte body did give some credence to Sabrina’s argument. Her once toned tummy was now a soft, doughy shelf of flab that spilled over the top of her cut-off jeans and rested atop her lap like some fat, lazy cat. This fleshy protuberance was bookended at either side by an ample pair of love handles that seemed desperate to escape from their confines. A few months ago these jeans had been loose on Laura, but were now skin tight and were only wearable after a protracted struggle to get the button to close. The thighs that emerged from the bottom of those jeans were a far cry from the tight, toned look that hours of jogging had once given her. They now rested languidly on the couch cushions the flab spreading over them like a two thick slabs of melting ice-cream. These were joined by some chunky calves which ended in a pair of ankles which were showing the first signs of becoming fat. Her moon-shaped face was now rounder and fuller (a more “full moon”, if you will) and her arms had become swollen and puffy.
One positive that Laura took from all this weight gain was that her breasts had grown a few cup sizes to become rather large and prominent. But compared to how much Sabrina’s had grown, they were still very small. It was no exaggeration to say that each of Sabrina’s boobs were now as big as her head! These titanic tits formed a massively impressive cleavage that even Laura couldn’t help staring at. They had a certain hypnotic quality as they moved up and down, jiggling at the slightest of movements.
Sabrina’s natural hourglass figure had become exaggerated to ridiculous proportions, like if you took Marilyn Monroe and multiplied her by four. Her vast mound of a belly that would have looked huge on any other girl was proportionally the smallest part of her. It paled into comparison to her enormous chest and colossal hips that flared out in a wide arc.
Laura sighed. How did she get to this point? Looking back, she reflected, it must have started not long after Sabrina started losing a lot of weight. Sabrina was like a girl obsessed, everything was about diet and fitness. They rarely just “hung out” those days and would constantly work out at the gym, go jogging together, eat healthy food almost exclusively and count every calorie. Back then, Laura was in the best shape of her life. Sabrina’s words came back to haunt her: “If your friends are fit and healthy, it’s more likely that you’ll turn out fit and healthy.” Does she really have that much influence over me?
While she might have been in top physical shape, Laura missed the fun they used to have together going out to bars and restaurants, chilling at home watching TV and DVDs, going shopping, attending protest rallies, going to concerts and all the little things in between. There just didn’t seem to be the time any more, as every waking moment seemed to be taken up with diet and fitness. But gradually things started to change: their workout schedule started to become less strenuous, calories stopped being counted quite so assiduously, trips to the gym became less frequent and finally stopped entirely. Sabrina’s toned body started to soften, her hips widened, her breasts grew a whole cup size, and her stomach started to pooch out a little bit. At first Laura was concerned about the changes in her friend. Did she want to get fat again? And after all that hard work she’d put in getting slim. But these concerns were soon put aside when she realised they were starting to have more fun again. They started going out to restaurants occasionally and not just ordering salads. Sabrina seemed to go off salads and would claim that she “deserved to treat herself for once”, and ordered increasingly unhealthy items from the menu in increasingly larger amounts. After months of healthy food the tastes and flavours of some “proper” food was a revelation to Laura. She tried to stick to reasonably healthy meals, but each time they went out Sabrina seemed to order more and more. “Mmmmm, try this,” she would enthuse, giving Laura a taste of one of her dishes. “Wow, amazing!" she'd reply. "I’ll need to order that next time we’re here”. And so the next time they went out, Laura couldn't help but order that extra dish, that extra side order, that extra dessert... their trips to restaurants became ever more frequent, and each time a little more was ordered. And with Sabrina’s boundless enthusiasm for each item on the menu, it was hard to not get carried away and indulge more than she should've.
Throughout this change, Laura was still attempting to stay healthy. She’d still jog and visit the gym, but it was boring without Sabrina. Each time she went jogging she’d travel less of a distance before getting out of breath, or getting a stitch and walking wearily home. Her sessions at the gym became shorter and less frequent, because frankly, why was she wasting her time there when she could be having fun with Sabrina?
They had also begun chilling out more, watching TV and DVDs on the couch. Of course Sabrina would insist that they have a “little” snack to go along with it. At first there were a few healthy snacks put out like celery sticks, dried fruit, rice cakes and fruit smoothies, but slowly that pretense was abandoned in favour of some chips and dips, pastries, pizzas, takeaway food and even some beer or wine. At first Laura would try not to have too many chips, maybe just a couple of pastries, just a slice of pizza, but as the nights wore on there was just so much food and drink surrounding her that it was hard not have that little extra something. Besides, she was having such a good time with Sabrina, just the two of them hanging out, that she didn’t even realise how much she was eating.
It wasn’t just those evening hangouts that became more frequent, but also increasing in number was their nights out on the town. At first they would only go out for a few drinks and leave early, but gradually they stayed out a little later, had a few more drinks, ate a few more bar snacks... until suddenly, they found themselves staggering down the road at three in the morning, kebabs in hand (well they needed something to absorb all that alcohol) singing “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” at the top of their lungs. There were so many fun nights where crazy things happened to them, but all this alcohol and bar snacks did was help to accelerate the speed of their rapidly expanding waistlines. Reflecting on how much things had changed, Laura realised that Sabrina actually was leading her. Sure, Laura might have picked what bar they went to, but it was Sabrina who was always pushing things forward by saying, “Let’s get another round”, “LET’S DO SHOTS!”, “LET’S DO SOME JAGERBOMBS!!!!“. Sabrina had somehow gone from being a rather shy girl who hardly drank to morphing into a party animal. She had a certain “joie de vivre” that was infectious; you couldn’t help but laugh in her company and get swept along from one joyful moment to another.
Laura could see that something in Sabrina’s attitude had shifted. She no longer seemed to care if she got fat. When Laura broached the subject of her ballooning weight she would often go into a sort of trance and say weird things like, “I want to get fat again, I don’t want to be thin, and being fat is sexy”. At first she thought she was just joking around, but she soon discovered that saying certain key words would trigger this odd trance-like state. But it never lasted for long, and when she snapped out of it Sabrina seemed to have no recollection of what she’d just said. Laura mused that maybe it was Sabrina's subconscious speaking out and that somewhere deep inside, Sabrina had a strong desire to get fatter. But that couldn’t be right, could it? Who would want to get fat? Why let all that hard work getting thin go to waste?
They also started to go out shopping more often, mostly out of necessity for Sabrina as she graduated to yet another cup size and outgrew all the outfits in her wardrobe at an alarming rate. But rather than pick clothes that would be discreet, demure, and cover up her flabby extrusions, she would constantly pick the more daring and raunchy outfits, ones that would show off her immense cleavage and leave her belly exposed. Did she really find being fat sexy? Laura found it hard to imagine.
Shopping for new clothes was also becoming a necessity for Laura, as well. Her clothes had started to become tighter until she couldn’t fit properly into most of them. While Sabrina had a huge head start in the weight gain race they seemed to be in, Laura was quickly catching up. Her small frame meant that she didn’t even have to eat as much as Sabrina to gain the same amount of weight. She had now lost all of the tone she once had, her body gradually filling out and becoming softer and flabbier. A small pair of love handles emerged, which then slowly spread outwards growing into a noticeable muffin top (especially when she tried to squeeze into an old pair of jeans). Her once muscular thighs were now so out of condition that they jiggled when Laura walked and had started to touch in the middle. At first Laura didn’t really notice that she was gaining weight, she was having such a great time with Sabrina that she wasn’t really conscious about eating more, and exercising less than normal. As it became more noticeable each time she met up with Sabrina, she vowed she’d not eat as much next time, or work out more afterwards. But wherever Sabrina was, tempting food was never far away, it was hard not to get swept up in Sabrina’s boundless enthusiasm and indulge more than she should.
Even when doing activities unconnected with food like clothes shopping, Sabrina would find a way to introduce it. After almost every shop they went into came the inevitable cry of “I’m hungry!” followed by “Lets get some Tacos/Pizzas/Burgers/Ice cream/doughnuts!” (Usually whatever food place was nearest to the shop, as Sabrina didn’t like walking too far). Laura would grumble something like, “Do you want us to get fat?” but went along anyway. Her increasing appetite made the prospect of more food hard to resist. Sabrina would then order a substantial portion of the available menu and while at first Laura might get a small ice cream, or a small taco, still making some concession to the idea of losing weight, each time she came back shopping again, she’d be tempted to order a little bit more. Besides, she reasoned, compared to Sabrina, I'm not eating that much at all.
The last few weeks came flooding back to Laura in a rush of happy memories, dampened slightly by the devastation they had reaped on her body. Maybe Sabrina was right, she had been leading her. It was Sabrina who always suggested they go out to restaurants and bars, it was Sabrina who first started exercising less and eating more unhealthily, it was Sabrina who provided the “snacks” for their nights in, it was Sabrina who started getting fat first. Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina! Laura was horrified, she had been following Sabrina’s example like some stupid, loyal little puppy! Well, things were going to change from now on! She would get her and Sabrina back into shape... she would be the leader again!
Laura rose with some difficulty off the couch, and started jogging theatrically up and down on the spot.
“I was thinking of going for a run, we really need to get back in shape, you coming?”
“NO!” The disdain for the idea was palatable in Sabrina's voice.
Not getting the reaction she was hoping for, Laura felt deflated; she stopped jogging up and down, and stood there awkwardly. It would seem that her “leader” had spoken, having her final say on the matter. A small part of Laura was secretly relieved that Sabrina had said no. Those ten seconds or so of jogging had been so uncomfortable as her breasts had bounced up and down, her belly slapping against her, her thighs rubbing together. Not to mention she was already out of breath.
Defeated, she slumped back down into the welcoming embrace of the couch cushions. Without even thinking about it her hand reached into the box of doughnuts at her side and brought one up to her mouth. As she chewed the delicious combination of sugar and dough a smile spread across Laura’s face. This is way more fun than jogging anyway....
Laura looked over at her massive friend stuffing yet another doughnut into her face. Was that her future? Would she too eventually turn into a big, quivering mound of jello? No, that was being a bit harsh. Maybe it was the bottles of beer she’d drunk clouding her judgement, but Sabrina looked sort of well....... sexy, like she had all the feminine, womanly attributes that are desirable in a woman but only more so, and proportionally several times bigger. Perhaps it wasn’t even that which made her seem attractive, perhaps it was Sabrina’s confidence. She didn’t seem to care if she got fat, and seemed to take a certain pride in showing off her ballooning body. Sabrina was living life to the full, doing what she wanted, and simply having fun. Was it any wonder that Laura felt drawn towards that captivating confidence and let herself be lead?
Laura sighed, should she just give up on ever being thin again? The prospect of going back to strenuous exercise and boring, healthy food was not an appealing one compared to the fun she could have with Sabrina. It was now obvious that Sabrina was not interested in getting in shape again and no amount of cajoling or pleading would get her to budge (literally!). If she seriously wanted to get thin again, she’d have to cut Sabrina and all her bad influences out of her life entirely. But they’d been best friends almost all their lives! It would be like losing an arm, losing a piece of yourself. And did it really matter if she kept getting fatter? Maybe if she should became more confident she could become fat and sexy like Sabrina, too. Wait! What was she talking about! “Being fat is sexy”... was she even starting to think like Sabrina?!
For now at least, Laura would enjoy the rest of the night. Maybe she could start the diet, and new exercise regimen tomorrow. As she washed the sweet taste of the doughnut down with a glug of beer, an attractive idea occurred to her.