Family CurseI couldn’t fall asleep, rolling in my bed, pondering. I was nervous. Tomorrow was my twenty fifth birthday and in my family it was kind of a big deal. If you were woman that is. Every female, as far as anyone could remember, seemed to blow up after reaching this age. It didn’t matter how slim and skinny you were before, there seemed to be no escape from this fate.
I was determined to be the one to change it, to be the exception from the rule. I didn’t spend hours upon hours in the gym just to let my toned athletic figure disappear. I worked too hard to get my rock hard abs and there was no way I would let it go in vain just because of some stupid family diagnosis. Mom called it a family curse, but surely there was nothing like that. The fact they all became lazy gluttons can hardly be considered a curse… I was sure that if I just maintained my current regime then nothing wrong could happen.
Reassured by my reasoning I drifted into sleep.
I woke up starvin
Kim's Baby WeightContains: pregnancy, weight gain, stuffing
"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Kim slammed the magazine down on the table. "I'm pregnant again and I didn't even make the cover, just a footnote at the bottom of the page!"
"Maybe your fifteen minutes of fame are up, Kim." Said one of her sisters, Khloe.
"SHUTUP. That's not true. Maybe I just need to do some sort of publicity stunt with this pregnancy..."
"Oh? Like what?" Khloe said, uninterested.
"Hmmm... Magazines love it when celebrities gain weight, they wouldn't shutup about how much weight I gained with my last pregnancy. If I put on more weight, I'll gain more popularity..."
"Yeah magazines do love it when you look like an absolute whale." Khloe mumbled to herself.
"What was that Khloe?"
"Oh, nothing..." Khloe said nervously, "I was just saying what a great idea that is, you'll be back on top in no time."
A few weeks had passed and Kim's plan had gone into effect. She had gained so
Fattened Faculty (Chapter 1) "She looks pregnant," one student whispered. "Have you seen the way her belly sticks out?"
"No she doesn't!" Another student piped up. "You're so mean. She doesn't look pregnant."
"She will soon if she doesn't already," a third one chimed in. "Look at the way she's eating."
Ms. Amanda Harris—the teacher in question—was currently parked behind her desk, popping bon-bons into her mouth and drumming her fingers as the slower students finished up their tests. To say she looked pregnant these days wasn't much of an exaggeration whatsoever. Her round belly pushed outward across her lap, heaving complacently as she filled it with fatty candy. All over, her modest dress was stretched uncomfortably taut around the folded girth of her form.
"I never expected her to get so chubby," one of the girls muttered to her friends. "I met her when my sister had her a few years ago and she was thin as a rail."