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Chapter IV: Strolling in the Park

The beginning of spring is always a tense roller-coaster of weather. The first weeks of March and on into April could be the last breath of winter, icy with rain that you hope isn't truly sleet. A dark coldness hangs about the still-barren trees and makes the first flowers who dared to bloom in such a chilly nightmare look like jokes in winter that has outstayed its welcome by weeks. However, even the worst of these blustery faux-winters will always have to end as April begins to slip into the warmer climes of May. Floréal, the month of flowers, was what the French Republican Calendar caused this time during its few brief years of existence (although it was hard to enjoy the roses when you were worried about being guillotined for being the fifteenth cousin of a minor aristocrat). A little more than two centuries after that Calendar had fallen into disuse, the people of a certain town in a certain part of America (definitely in the Midwest, but the author likes to be vague about these things, so maybe we should stop asking questions and get to the point), were enjoying their Floréal. It was the first true day of spring, blooming with flowers and with a balmy southern breeze rustling the fragile light green leaves that had so recently graced the trees with their presence. The park that said trees called home was bustling with people, all wanting to enjoy this first beautiful Sunday in the park with a picnic, a stroll, a run, or a "jog" (plump housewives who run a little bit with a panicked jiggle of those thunder thighs and slosh of fat belly when they see others coming down a path before falling back to a slow walk aren't fooling anyone).

Somewhat ironically, a girl who always enjoyed beautiful spring days found herself with the last name Winter. In her younger, skinnier days of high school, she would always go for a lightning run of hot athleticism through Washington Park, turning heads with her toned legs and firm ass in the tightest pair of leggings she could muster up and boobs bouncing and swishing their way around in just a sports bra, no outer trappings like a shirt or tank top necessary. But that was a year ago, and now, Chelsea was hit with the ultimate trifecta that leads to the end of a thin body and the beginning of a fatter, softer future. She had a lazy college lifestyle of studying crammed with candy and chips, a job working at an ice cream parlor involving plenty of free samples and taste testing, and a feeder boyfriend who always wanted to make sure his dearest Chelsea was eating her fill or even more. Now Chelsea navigated her 215 pound self on a slow, cautious walk through the trails she knew so well from her runs and jogs of high school.

She hadn't been her in so long, since June at least, and was shocked at how...difficult it had become just to waddle through shaded paths on a very mild day. She had just been walking for a little under an hour, and she felt like she'd been running for ten or fifteen back the days before her body bulged and bloated its way into being a big, ripe and heavy pear with a big fat blubber ring around her middle. She was contending with almost a hundred extra blubbery pounds forged on her body with in the fires of downing another bag of chips as she finished off that two-liter of Coke, or heading to the buffer for dinner with the boyfriend, or taking that gallon home for Missy to help her obese employer lose that baby and ice cream weight. Her fat was really starting to get ponderous, her thighs rubbing together and getting dotted with cellulite, producing some uncomfortable red marks and slowing her pace to a shuffling waddle at full sprint. Her butt was massive, two huge cheeks of lard that jiggled and were beginning to get quite cellulitic, more so than her fattened thighs, even. Her belly was producing some angry red stretch marks from its ballooning growth, and she was now beginning to get a full double chin when she smiled (usually at the thought of getting some more fattening treats to make a third chin and some proper jowls for her luxuriously decadent lifestyle).

She collapsed down on the nearest avaible park bench, exhausted and sweaty from moving a body that had grown so used to doing nothing but lazing around and being pampered to a state of near-obesity. She was so unconcerned with anything but bringing her weary body to a rest that she didn't notice the soft brunette who was occupying the park bench at the moment she decided to rest her weary fat there until she reached to get a packet of donuts out of her purse. Opening the glazed, processed rings of sugar and fat she looked over with shock, only to discover the same look of shock on a familiar face.

"Chelsea?" The girl said, cheeks red and eyes wide from sheer shock. "Lucy?" Chelsea responded, also shocked but with cheeks red from extersion, not the former emotion. Lucy Allande smiled at her former best friend, "Chelsea, it's so good to see you!" Wrapping her fattened raven haired friend in a warm embrace, the pretty brunette with warm brown eyes underscored by freckles and cute pink lips tried to conceal the huge shock she was feeling at her toned, athletic goddess of a best friend had turned into a still pretty, but quite fat version of herself.

Chelsea herself was not expecting her friend to weight so much. Of course it was nothing like Chelsea's huge expansion into the realms of plus sizes and bloated blubber bursting through any of her old clothes, but still, Lucy had gone from impossibly skinny to a little soft and chubby. Her A cups and washboard stomach had become delictable Bs and a little paunch that hung down over hips and thighs that had flared out and become much more safely. "It's so good to see you, Lucy!" Chelsea said, returning the hug with all the warmth her friend had. "You're looking good, I take it college has treated you well?"

Lucy nodded and cracked a mischievous smile, poking her friend's belly, finger sinking in a couple inches to Chelsea's yielding fat "And I take it you've been eating well." Chelsea's tank top (she didn't have a sports bra that fit anymore, unfortunately for your imagination) had ridden up and exposed some of her hefty belly for her friend to see. Chelsea quickly blushed, and forced her shirt down, "Um, yeah, haha, I've gotten a job at an ice cream parlor here in town. Missy's. It's only been around for a few months, but it's a pretty big hit."

Lucy smiled sympathetically, "Ah, that explains it. All I have in defense is a good cafeteria plan and all you can eat," poking her own tiny belly. Typical Lucy, always trying to equal a situation to something she could empathize with. Such a sweet girl, it's almost a shame I didn't sit next to her in Calculus back in Senior...what? Nothing, honey, sorry.

Where was I? Right.

The two continued chatting and catching up. Going to school in California had really made a friendship hard to handle, and of course they chatted over text and so on over the months, but had really lacked the personal connection that really made friends friends. Chelsea talked about Missy's ice creams, an Aztec Chocolate with chili was the new favorite, but Chelsea didn't like how she couldn't consume it rapidly by the gallon without pain. Lucy talked about her friends at UC Davis, mostly her chubby Italian roommate Angelina, who's old country values of staying well fed at all times had rubbed off on the ever sweet and impressionable Lucy. The two chatted until the sun grew high in the sky, and Chelsea felt her belly rumble for something to eat, as her three packs of mini donuts had long since been consumed into her ever expanding middle.

"Say, Lucy, wanna grab lunch? There's a McDonald's right outside the park." Chelsea's eyes shined at the thought of food, and Lucy stifled a laugh. "Sure," she consented.

When they entered the McDonald's, Chelsea waddled her way right up to the counter and with certainty, said "Hi, two Big Macs, two large fries, a chocolate McFlurry and a large drink." As the boy behind the register scrambled to get all the large girl in front of him had ordered down, Chelsea turned to Lucy and asked "What do you want?" Lucy looked recoiled in shock for the second time today, "Um, didn't you just order..." but the look on her friend's face made it clear she did not, "Uh, I'll have a Fish Sandwich, medium fries and a sweet tea."

The two received their food, one side of the tray heaped with the fattening peak of fast food, the other with an average meal. Lucy watched in awe as her friend was seemingly limitless. Chelsea devoured her fried fest with unchecked rapacity, shoving her face with fry and after fry and huge, gaping bite of burger one after the other with total devotion, ignoring her friend's conversation. Lucy had only finished about two-thirds of her meal as Chelsea had already had nothing left but a few ketchup and grease stained wrappers and a couple slurps at the bottom of a McFlurry.

Chelsea waved goodbye to her friend as she finished up her meal, Lucy had to run, as she had a flight back to California to catch and a connection to make. Chelsea promised to stay in touch more, maybe Skype a little or something. She drove home and began studying for an exam on Wednesday. Within a couple hours, she was feeling peckish, so she placed a call...

"Hey honey, come over...I am just starving! Can you bring like, four extra large extra cheese pizzas with like, the cheese stuffed crust? And yeah, get the two liter of Pepsi and don't forget the dessert pizza. Thanks, babe."