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"Mmmmrrgh...díos mio..."
A groggy voice muttered as a meaty hand struck down on the alarm.

A spherical shape in the bed covers began to sway from side to side, making the king-sized bed rock from left to right. Finally, with one last big heave, the blob emerged, revealing the ever-expansive figure of Gloria Mendez. Taking a moment or two to collect herself after that rigorous exercise, she trudged toward the bathroom to make her bedhead a little more presentable whenever she decided to meet the restaurant patrons downstairs.
Upon entering the room, she couldn't help but spot the weighing scale gathering dust in the corner, immediately piquing her curiosity.

"Haven't done that in a while…"
She whispered to herself apprehensively.

Scooting the old slab of plastic to the middle of the tile floor, the 43-year-old mother-of-two took a deep breath before stepping on. She felt worried at first. For one, she was unsure what number would appear on the screen, but also from hearing the poor, poor scale, with its creaking and whining becoming so loud she half expected it to fully crumble beneath her.

"Hrrmph...urgh...cmon..."
Gloria struggled as she tried to press her beanbag of a gut inward enough to see the 3-digit number.

The digital screen flickered and spurred as it tried to rack its AI brain around the ginormous number it was calculating.

"Mmmmmm…oh yeah..."
Gloria moaned upon seeing the result, grinning from ear to ear as she rubbed her belly in pleasure.

"Four. Hundred. Pounds! After all these years…finally…"

From the early stages of married life, Gloria finally caught up to her husband's not-so-sneaky schemes to fatten her up like a prized pig. Rather than being enraged at her ashamed husband upon her realisation, she instead, to Carlos' shock, was incredibly relieved.
She had been aware of all the pounds she had packed on during their time together and was gravely stressed that her sedentary lifestyle would eventually lead to Carlos leaving her for good. She was then thoroughly assured by Carlos afterwards that she was free to totally let go if she so desired; to abandon the veggies and accept the loving embrace of sweet, sweet junk food in any shape or form she wanted. He solemnly promised to her from that day forward that anything his queen would desire would be hers.
Living this luxurious lifestyle of unrestricted gluttony for over twenty years of married life was bound to destroy her beloved model-esque figure even further than it already was, but Gloria soon discovered that with her husband's encouragement, she absolutely loved the new lifestyle.
She became completely enamoured at how her belly, her thighs, her arms and her ass; all expanded upon her very eyes with every Mendez Munchies quarter pounder she scoffed down her throat. Enamoured at how her tolerance for stuffing her gut increased with every feast. How she hasn't seen her toes since 2009. How her stomach’s become the place to wipe the sauce from her fingers like the slob she's now become. How Carlos would grab a handful of her cellulite when he fu-

Gloria's daydreaming was abruptly cut short as a deep rumble in her gut shook her whole body to the core. It was clear she needed her usual fill of Mendez Munchies breakfast.

---

Meanwhile, back in Brookside...

"Good morning, squad. Some of you seniors may know me already. My name… is Greta Anderson. But from now on, you shall all refer to me as Coach. I have big plans for this team, and I plan on making big changes here this year."

"It seems discipline is an issue I first need to address here."
Greta said, snatching the dirty cigarette from Carmen's mouth and throwing it to the ground, squishing it into dirty mush.

"You're lucky I don't report this shameful behaviour to the principal, Ms. Mendez. Especially from the supposed "role model" of this group."
Greta followed up assertively to the pouting student.

"OK. I will see no booze, no smoke, no fast food, no unhealthy crap of any kind in this dressing room. I didn't think I would need to say this to a bunch of supposed young adult women, but I guess I have to start at square one with you."

"Looking at all of you here right now...All I see is a bunch of bonafide scrubs. All of you are equally as scrubby as the scrub beside you. In this training session today, I want all of you to think of it as a tryout. Perform as scrubby as you look, and you're off the team. That's it. Sayonara. The best eleven I see today will be our starting lineup in our first game Sunday next week, against the Brefton Mavericks. I want you all out in 2."
Greta said firmly before shutting the door behind her, leaving the dressing room shocked into silence once again.

What followed on the pitch was a pretty intense session for the Bulldogs, as each individual player looked to impress Greta on her first day on the job.
Carmen's cliquemates were quickly found out to not know a thing about soccer, being quickly dispatched midway through the session via extensive verbal beration from Coach. This was quietly celebrated throughout the whole squad, much to the dismay and protest (well, qualifying whining as protest) of captain Carmen.
Carmen herself excelled as always, showing herself once again to be a cut above the rest of her compatriots. Coach did not seem a bit impressed though, not giving her one bit of praise.
Although Carmen (figuratively for once) bullied the defense time and time again, young Sasha also showed some promise, scoring some goals whilst also assisting a few too, which was something Carmen infamously refused to do.

"Alright team, gather 'round, I've seen just about enough. I've got a pretty good idea about where you all stand right now. I see a lot of promise in you girls, you've got the potential to do Brookside proud. But ONLY if you all follow my orders. My teachings . Those of you who do so will be rewarded, I assure you all. You're dismissed, good stuff. Have a good weekend, team."
Greta signed off before letting the girls jog back inside.

Back in the dressing room, Carmen looked as if she was about to boil.

"Who the hell does this bitch think she is? Running her mouth like she's some bigshot legend. I'M the legend if there ever was one. I'M better than that washed-up has-been ever was. I call the shots here!!!"
Carmen mumbled angrily to herself in the now empty corner where her clique once were. Thankfully, a buzz in her pants snapped her out of an inevitable tantrum. It was a text.

CARLOS: "Hey pumpkin! Is your practice over yet? I have your faaaavourite dish ready in the oven! "

CARMEN: "yea sure whatever"

"Ugh, Dad is so corny."
Carmen said with a groan.

Upon sending the message, she immediately got another.

ISOBEL: "Im here with the car"

CARMEN: "Ok."

"Great. Isobel is back again..."
Carmen said with another, more audible groan, clearly not elated to see her sister returning from her travels abroad. Things had been a lot more peaceful with her butt out of the picture whilst away in college.

Walking out, it was hard for Carmen not to spot the massive 4x4 Jeep obnoxiously flickering its lights at her sleep-deprived head.

"Alright, alright! I get it! Fuck..."
Carmen whined before climbing in.

"Ugh, you're still wearing all your ugly flannels? God, you're such a hipster."
She added as she caught a glimpse of her big sis'.

"Oh please, I'm never gonna take fashion advice from some thot like you. You smell like shit, by the way."
Isabel grimaced, charmed by the warm welcome from a sister she hadn’t seen in a year.

"It's called SWEAT, Isabel. S-W-E-...T, sweat. Y'know, from exercise. Something your fatass has forgotten to do the past 5 years? You're fat."

"Oh hardy-har-har. You're gonna go there now? Trust me honey, with our genes, you're gonna start feeling it reeeal soon."

"Oh yeah, we'll see about that, bitch."

The rest of the car journey was unsurprisingly dead silent. Whilst Isabel was busy jamming out to some punk on the radio, Carmen thought it fit to return to texting the most popular boy in school, Brock Teller.
An absolute beast of a man, Brock is the star linebacker for the Bulldogs American Football team. A perfect statement of intent, in Carmen's mind, to become the greatest power couple in the history of the school.

CARMEN: "Heyyyyy Brock! Wanna have some freaky time at your place tonight?? "

BROCK: "? im already bangin rachel 2nite but i guess U can tag along if U want"

CARMEN: "It's a date!!!! <3"

"Aaaaaahh…he's such a hunk!"
She sighed happily to herself.

---

Upon arriving home, the sisters entered the ever-popular Mendez Munchies establishment of Riverside Falls. The early bird special had just begun, and so the place was packed to the brim with families and OAPs getting their fill of All-American breakfast. The options seemed near endless; pancakes with maple syrup, Belgian waffles with blueberries, biscuits and gravy, and so many more options on the menu. All these aromas filled the air to make sweet smells of glorious food irradiate through the whole diner.
With all these foods alone, never mind the lunch nor dinner menus, one could be mistaken for connecting the grand opening of this Mendez Munchies branch with the steadily increasing obesity rate in Riverside Falls throughout the past 15-20 years. But this was merely coincidence and false rumours fabricated by other, smaller local competitors, according to the Mendez Munchies legal team.

"Mama, Papa, we're home!"
Isabel exclaimed as the two girls finished climbing upstairs from the kitchen.

"Isabeeeel! My sweet, sweet daughter has returned home!"
Gloria squealed as she waddled rapidly to Isabel, their stomachs noticeably squishing against one another.

"How long has it been, my child?"

"It's only been a few months Mama, calm down..."
Isabel replied embarrassed, struggling to withstand all the hugs and kisses coming her way.

"Ugh, get a room."
Carmen scoffed before leaving as quickly as she could. She needed to see where Dad was with her "favourite dish", anyway.

"Your travels have treated you well, yes?"
Gloria asked, still holding her child's hand.

"Oh, it was so great! Brazil is such a diverse world filled with wildlife! Its unique climate allowed me to see so many beautiful places and things. I was given the chance to study a rare species of bird that uses its claws to… I've lost you, haven't I?"
Isabel paused her nerdy tangent.

"Oh no!!! I-...Well, yes, you have. But I'm still so proud of you, whatever you did there!"
Gloria said with another hug.

"And you've been growing into QUITE the young woman, too!"
She added, sounding utterly delighted. Sneakily peering down at her daughter's waist, she noticed that Isabel's waist had surely grown by a few inches since the last time they had met.

"Haha, yeah...well um, I gotta get all these bags into my room so...yeah, bye!"
Isabel said, turning away awkwardly trying to think of what she meant by the confusing compliment.

Isabel locked the door behind her, letting out a sizeable sigh of relief. The introvert was finally let alone to her devices, finally being able to let her hair down.
Laying her glasses on the table, she looked around her room. It looked so alien to her since leaving for so long. She definitely noticed some changes in here. Carmen had definitely stolen a bunch of makeup palettes from the dresser and Gloria had clearly infiltrated her base, messing up her perfectly messy room by "cleaning" and "organizing" it. It was never a mess in the first place, it was just...clutter.
Whilst making herself comfortable again in her bedroom, she spotted the old full-length bevelled window leaning by the windowsill.

"Hmm.."
Isabel began to remember Carmen's mean remark to her in the car. Was this what Gloria meant by saying how much she had "grown" recently?

"Surely it's not gone that bad...has it?"
Isabel said to herself, tugging at her flannel self-consciously.

Well, there was only one way to find out, and her curiosity had already decided for her. She dragged the mirror to a more centered position, and after mustering enough courage, Isabel examined her figure. One thing was apparent from the first glance; a pale fistful of chub peeking out of the last button of the red shirt.

"Oh…"
She muttered, concernedly caressing the flabby piece of belly that stuck out. She always knew she was a chubby girl, ever since being name-called tubby when teams had to be picked in elementary school. From age 6 to 21, she's always been seen as thick, no matter what clothing she tried to camouflage it with. But she was only chubby, she thought. Nothing major, she thought. Not a lot of bevelled mirrors seemed to be in stock during her stay in the Amazon.

A small but noticeable second chin was beginning to fade in below her jaw, and it could clearly be seen from where she stood. Her cheeks looked more bloated and round than she had ever seen them before. Her thigh gap was coming dangerously close to becoming obsolete. She even looked at her hands, and even they appeared to be noticeably rounder. Entering into a panic, she rushed down to the bathroom to find the weighing scale. It looked cracked, weirdly, but now wasn't the time to care. She needed answers.

200 pounds. The scale read 200 pounds. She's never been 200 pounds before.

She's always been a chubby girl, sure, but never two hundred freakin' pounds chubby. That wasn't even chubby, that was...fat? Oh god. She was fat. She hadn't even noticed but now she was fully entrapped in fat girl territory.

"A-Am I a fatass now?? Am I a fatass like she said? Oh shit, oh fuck..."
Isabel whispered frantically at the mirror, her eyes darting at all her bumps and bulges.

But suddenly, a thought popped into her head.

"I mean, it's not that serious."
Her subconscious said nonchalantly.

"I mean, what's that? Only like… fort-...twenty pounds more? Ha! Puny! Pathetic! I could burn it all off in like, a month probably."
(20 pounds was lenient.)

Another thought came into her head.

"Weeeeeeeell, I mean yeah, it's only 20 pounds. But on the other hand? It's ONLY 20 pounds. Is it really worth all the work just to lose just 20 puny pounds?”

"That is a good point, me"
Isabel responded, having a mini-debate with the angel and devil within her head.

Surveying her body once again, things actually didn't seem all that bad. Her face was still the same face she'd always loved before, just with recent, well, "additions". She actually sort of liked how her soft thighs felt pressing against each other within her jeans, and how her once small breasts surely went up a few cup sizes in the past few months. Overall, the added weight gave her desired things she never really had before, so why lose it all? Why all the bother? It really isn't worth all the work, if you thought about it smartly.

"I feel... kinda... sexy right now!"
She said with a growing smile, pushing her new-and-improved boobs up and down.

So she was "fat" now, big deal.

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"Mmmmrrgh...díos mio..."
A groggy voice muttered as a meaty hand struck down on the alarm.

A spherical shape in the bed covers began to sway from side to side, making the king-sized bed rock from left to right. Finally, with one last big heave, the blob emerged, revealing the ever-expansive figure of Gloria Mendez. Taking a moment or two to collect herself after that rigorous exercise, she trudged toward the bathroom to make her bedhead a little more presentable whenever she decided to meet the restaurant patrons downstairs.
Upon entering the room, she couldn't help but spot the weighing scale gathering dust in the corner, immediately piquing her curiosity.

"Haven't done that in a while…"
She whispered to herself apprehensively.

Scooting the old slab of plastic to the middle of the tile floor, the 43-year-old mother-of-two took a deep breath before stepping on. She felt worried at first. For one, she was unsure what number would appear on the screen, but also from hearing the poor, poor scale, with its creaking and whining becoming so loud she half expected it to fully crumble beneath her.

"Hrrmph...urgh...cmon..."
Gloria struggled as she tried to press her beanbag of a gut inward enough to see the 3-digit number.

The digital screen flickered and spurred as it tried to rack its AI brain around the ginormous number it was calculating.

"Mmmmmm…oh yeah..."
Gloria moaned upon seeing the result, grinning from ear to ear as she rubbed her belly in pleasure.

"Four. Hundred. Pounds! After all these years…finally…"

From the early stages of married life, Gloria finally caught up to her husband's not-so-sneaky schemes to fatten her up like a prized pig. Rather than being enraged at her ashamed husband upon her realisation, she instead, to Carlos' shock, was incredibly relieved.
She had been aware of all the pounds she had packed on during their time together and was gravely stressed that her sedentary lifestyle would eventually lead to Carlos leaving her for good. She was then thoroughly assured by Carlos afterwards that she was free to totally let go if she so desired; to abandon the veggies and accept the loving embrace of sweet, sweet junk food in any shape or form she wanted. He solemnly promised to her from that day forward that anything his queen would desire would be hers.
Living this luxurious lifestyle of unrestricted gluttony for over twenty years of married life was bound to destroy her beloved model-esque figure even further than it already was, but Gloria soon discovered that with her husband's encouragement, she absolutely loved the new lifestyle.
She became completely enamoured at how her belly, her thighs, her arms and her ass; all expanded upon her very eyes with every Mendez Munchies quarter pounder she scoffed down her throat. Enamoured at how her tolerance for stuffing her gut increased with every feast. How she hasn't seen her toes since 2009. How her stomach’s become the place to wipe the sauce from her fingers like the slob she's now become. How Carlos would grab a handful of her cellulite when he fu-

Gloria's daydreaming was abruptly cut short as a deep rumble in her gut shook her whole body to the core. It was clear she needed her usual fill of Mendez Munchies breakfast.

---

Meanwhile, back in Brookside...

"Good morning, squad. Some of you seniors may know me already. My name… is Greta Anderson. But from now on, you shall all refer to me as Coach. I have big plans for this team, and I plan on making big changes here this year."

"It seems discipline is an issue I first need to address here."
Greta said, snatching the dirty cigarette from Carmen's mouth and throwing it to the ground, squishing it into dirty mush.

"You're lucky I don't report this shameful behaviour to the principal, Ms. Mendez. Especially from the supposed "role model" of this group."
Greta followed up assertively to the pouting student.

"OK. I will see no booze, no smoke, no fast food, no unhealthy crap of any kind in this dressing room. I didn't think I would need to say this to a bunch of supposed young adult women, but I guess I have to start at square one with you."

"Looking at all of you here right now...All I see is a bunch of bonafide scrubs. All of you are equally as scrubby as the scrub beside you. In this training session today, I want all of you to think of it as a tryout. Perform as scrubby as you look, and you're off the team. That's it. Sayonara. The best eleven I see today will be our starting lineup in our first game Sunday next week, against the Brefton Mavericks. I want you all out in 2."
Greta said firmly before shutting the door behind her, leaving the dressing room shocked into silence once again.

What followed on the pitch was a pretty intense session for the Bulldogs, as each individual player looked to impress Greta on her first day on the job.
Carmen's cliquemates were quickly found out to not know a thing about soccer, being quickly dispatched midway through the session via extensive verbal beration from Coach. This was quietly celebrated throughout the whole squad, much to the dismay and protest (well, qualifying whining as protest) of captain Carmen.
Carmen herself excelled as always, showing herself once again to be a cut above the rest of her compatriots. Coach did not seem a bit impressed though, not giving her one bit of praise.
Although Carmen (figuratively for once) bullied the defense time and time again, young Sasha also showed some promise, scoring some goals whilst also assisting a few too, which was something Carmen infamously refused to do.

"Alright team, gather 'round, I've seen just about enough. I've got a pretty good idea about where you all stand right now. I see a lot of promise in you girls, you've got the potential to do Brookside proud. But ONLY if you all follow my orders. My teachings . Those of you who do so will be rewarded, I assure you all. You're dismissed, good stuff. Have a good weekend, team."
Greta signed off before letting the girls jog back inside.

Back in the dressing room, Carmen looked as if she was about to boil.

"Who the hell does this bitch think she is? Running her mouth like she's some bigshot legend. I'M the legend if there ever was one. I'M better than that washed-up has-been ever was. I call the shots here!!!"
Carmen mumbled angrily to herself in the now empty corner where her clique once were. Thankfully, a buzz in her pants snapped her out of an inevitable tantrum. It was a text.

CARLOS: "Hey pumpkin! Is your practice over yet? I have your faaaavourite dish ready in the oven! "

CARMEN: "yea sure whatever"

"Ugh, Dad is so corny."
Carmen said with a groan.

Upon sending the message, she immediately got another.

ISOBEL: "Im here with the car"

CARMEN: "Ok."

"Great. Isobel is back again..."
Carmen said with another, more audible groan, clearly not elated to see her sister returning from her travels abroad. Things had been a lot more peaceful with her butt out of the picture whilst away in college.

Walking out, it was hard for Carmen not to spot the massive 4x4 Jeep obnoxiously flickering its lights at her sleep-deprived head.

"Alright, alright! I get it! Fuck..."
Carmen whined before climbing in.

"Ugh, you're still wearing all your ugly flannels? God, you're such a hipster."
She added as she caught a glimpse of her big sis'.

"Oh please, I'm never gonna take fashion advice from some thot like you. You smell like shit, by the way."
Isabel grimaced, charmed by the warm welcome from a sister she hadn’t seen in a year.

"It's called SWEAT, Isabel. S-W-E-...T, sweat. Y'know, from exercise. Something your fatass has forgotten to do the past 5 years? You're fat."

"Oh hardy-har-har. You're gonna go there now? Trust me honey, with our genes, you're gonna start feeling it reeeal soon."

"Oh yeah, we'll see about that, bitch."

The rest of the car journey was unsurprisingly dead silent. Whilst Isabel was busy jamming out to some punk on the radio, Carmen thought it fit to return to texting the most popular boy in school, Brock Teller.
An absolute beast of a man, Brock is the star linebacker for the Bulldogs American Football team. A perfect statement of intent, in Carmen's mind, to become the greatest power couple in the history of the school.

CARMEN: "Heyyyyy Brock! Wanna have some freaky time at your place tonight?? "

BROCK: "? im already bangin rachel 2nite but i guess U can tag along if U want"

CARMEN: "It's a date!!!! <3"

"Aaaaaahh…he's such a hunk!"
She sighed happily to herself.

---

Upon arriving home, the sisters entered the ever-popular Mendez Munchies establishment of Riverside Falls. The early bird special had just begun, and so the place was packed to the brim with families and OAPs getting their fill of All-American breakfast. The options seemed near endless; pancakes with maple syrup, Belgian waffles with blueberries, biscuits and gravy, and so many more options on the menu. All these aromas filled the air to make sweet smells of glorious food irradiate through the whole diner.
With all these foods alone, never mind the lunch nor dinner menus, one could be mistaken for connecting the grand opening of this Mendez Munchies branch with the steadily increasing obesity rate in Riverside Falls throughout the past 15-20 years. But this was merely coincidence and false rumours fabricated by other, smaller local competitors, according to the Mendez Munchies legal team.

"Mama, Papa, we're home!"
Isabel exclaimed as the two girls finished climbing upstairs from the kitchen.

"Isabeeeel! My sweet, sweet daughter has returned home!"
Gloria squealed as she waddled rapidly to Isabel, their stomachs noticeably squishing against one another.

"How long has it been, my child?"

"It's only been a few months Mama, calm down..."
Isabel replied embarrassed, struggling to withstand all the hugs and kisses coming her way.

"Ugh, get a room."
Carmen scoffed before leaving as quickly as she could. She needed to see where Dad was with her "favourite dish", anyway.

"Your travels have treated you well, yes?"
Gloria asked, still holding her child's hand.

"Oh, it was so great! Brazil is such a diverse world filled with wildlife! Its unique climate allowed me to see so many beautiful places and things. I was given the chance to study a rare species of bird that uses its claws to… I've lost you, haven't I?"
Isabel paused her nerdy tangent.

"Oh no!!! I-...Well, yes, you have. But I'm still so proud of you, whatever you did there!"
Gloria said with another hug.

"And you've been growing into QUITE the young woman, too!"
She added, sounding utterly delighted. Sneakily peering down at her daughter's waist, she noticed that Isabel's waist had surely grown by a few inches since the last time they had met.

"Haha, yeah...well um, I gotta get all these bags into my room so...yeah, bye!"
Isabel said, turning away awkwardly trying to think of what she meant by the confusing compliment.

Isabel locked the door behind her, letting out a sizeable sigh of relief. The introvert was finally let alone to her devices, finally being able to let her hair down.
Laying her glasses on the table, she looked around her room. It looked so alien to her since leaving for so long. She definitely noticed some changes in here. Carmen had definitely stolen a bunch of makeup palettes from the dresser and Gloria had clearly infiltrated her base, messing up her perfectly messy room by "cleaning" and "organizing" it. It was never a mess in the first place, it was just...clutter.
Whilst making herself comfortable again in her bedroom, she spotted the old full-length bevelled window leaning by the windowsill.

"Hmm.."
Isabel began to remember Carmen's mean remark to her in the car. Was this what Gloria meant by saying how much she had "grown" recently?

"Surely it's not gone that bad...has it?"
Isabel said to herself, tugging at her flannel self-consciously.

Well, there was only one way to find out, and her curiosity had already decided for her. She dragged the mirror to a more centered position, and after mustering enough courage, Isabel examined her figure. One thing was apparent from the first glance; a pale fistful of chub peeking out of the last button of the red shirt.

"Oh…"
She muttered, concernedly caressing the flabby piece of belly that stuck out. She always knew she was a chubby girl, ever since being name-called tubby when teams had to be picked in elementary school. From age 6 to 21, she's always been seen as thick, no matter what clothing she tried to camouflage it with. But she was only chubby, she thought. Nothing major, she thought. Not a lot of bevelled mirrors seemed to be in stock during her stay in the Amazon.

A small but noticeable second chin was beginning to fade in below her jaw, and it could clearly be seen from where she stood. Her cheeks looked more bloated and round than she had ever seen them before. Her thigh gap was coming dangerously close to becoming obsolete. She even looked at her hands, and even they appeared to be noticeably rounder. Entering into a panic, she rushed down to the bathroom to find the weighing scale. It looked cracked, weirdly, but now wasn't the time to care. She needed answers.

200 pounds. The scale read 200 pounds. She's never been 200 pounds before.

She's always been a chubby girl, sure, but never two hundred freakin' pounds chubby. That wasn't even chubby, that was...fat? Oh god. She was fat. She hadn't even noticed but now she was fully entrapped in fat girl territory.

"A-Am I a fatass now?? Am I a fatass like she said? Oh shit, oh fuck..."
Isabel whispered frantically at the mirror, her eyes darting at all her bumps and bulges.

But suddenly, a thought popped into her head.

"I mean, it's not that serious."
Her subconscious said nonchalantly.

"I mean, what's that? Only like… fort-...twenty pounds more? Ha! Puny! Pathetic! I could burn it all off in like, a month probably."
(20 pounds was lenient.)

Another thought came into her head.

"Weeeeeeeell, I mean yeah, it's only 20 pounds. But on the other hand? It's ONLY 20 pounds. Is it really worth all the work just to lose just 20 puny pounds?”

"That is a good point, me"
Isabel responded, having a mini-debate with the angel and devil within her head.

Surveying her body once again, things actually didn't seem all that bad. Her face was still the same face she'd always loved before, just with recent, well, "additions". She actually sort of liked how her soft thighs felt pressing against each other within her jeans, and how her once small breasts surely went up a few cup sizes in the past few months. Overall, the added weight gave her desired things she never really had before, so why lose it all? Why all the bother? It really isn't worth all the work, if you thought about it smartly.

"I feel... kinda... sexy right now!"
She said with a growing smile, pushing her new-and-improved boobs up and down.

So she was "fat" now, big deal.