BED RIDDEN
By Kid A
Part 1
Mara trudged through the Commons of Lincoln High School on a dreary March morning with her head tucked down, trying to avoid eye contact with the numerous snobs and jocks surrounding her. At 275 pounds, she had faced ridicule from her peers her entire life, and things had only gotten worse since she arrived at Lincoln as a freshman. Back then she had weighed 180, and had been somewhat unprepared for the onslaught of teasing and tormenting that lay ahead of her. More specifically, she had been unprepared for Emma Simmons.
Emma was the prototypical elitist high school snob, and was the top of the pecking order at Lincoln. At 5 foot ten inches, 130 pounds, with a taught, tanned, yet curvaceous body, she had been the envy of both boys and girls alike for most of her short existence. However, the constant adoration had first made her proud, then snobby, and finally downright nasty. And no one bore the brunt of her cattiness more so than poor Mara.
At 5’3 and 275, Mara’s figure was what most would consider dumpy. Her face was round and chubby, with a dimply double (triple??) chin that had progressed further and further down her neck as her weight ballooned throughout high school. Her breasts had expanded to D cups over the past few years, but did little to enhance her appearance. They sagged pitifully onto her swollen belly, the rolls of which poured out over the waistband of her sweats (she had given up on jeans years ago), and were recently threatening to progress to mid-thigh. Luckily (or not so luckily), this prodigious belly was balanced out by massive, cellulite ridden thighs, and a rear-end that made J-Lo look like Twiggy. Her upper arms showed signs of the strain as well, as they rolled over her elbows, with bright red stretch marks telling the tale of her weight gain all too effectively.
Mara plodded past Emma’s group of syphocants, in a futile attempt to go unnoticed, when she heard the call that greeted her every morning.
“Suuuueeeeeeyy!!!! Pig Pig Pig!!!,” Emma called out, and was rewarded with snarkly chuckles from her group of similarly endowed schoolmates.
Mara stopped momentarily, her massive love handles and portly ass jiggling softly with the shift in momentum, and peered at Emma through the glasses that sat on the tip of her nose, and framed her doughy face.
“What’s the matter, Piggy? Was Krispy Crème closed this morning?” Emma queried, before laughing to herself and turning back to her friends. Mara’s eyes watered up with tears, and she waddled slowly away from the group, trying to ignore the snickers and sarcastic looks coming from the other popular students. With a sigh, she turned the corner and took her seat in math class (20 minutes before the bell), just like she did every morning. She struggled to cram her bulk into the small desk, and took out a candy bar (for the pain, really) and chewed the sadness away, her chubby cheeks and double chin bobbling up and down with the effort. This school was a drag, she thought.
The school day ended (which thankfully, they all did) and Mara took the bus home, and walked into her parents house. With a slight smile, it occurred to her that she had to pack for her trip to the Bahamas that night. A large contingent of Lincoln Seniors were headed south of the border for their annual spring break trip - not that Mara had been invited along. She was heading down as part of an exchange program to work in a local hospital for several months (part of her nursing studies - she hoped to work in a local hospital after graduating). Anything would be better than this snobby town, she thought to herself.
Two miles away, Emma stood in her bedroom, modeling her latest swimsuit in the mirror. “Cara, where is that bottle of Evian I asked for?” she shouted down the stairs to her younger sister. “Coming Emma,” came the reply. Emma rolled her eyes - she didn’t ask for that much, did she? She had captained the cheerleading squad for 3 years now, and worked hard to keep her body in tip-top shape. She watched her slightly chubby younger sister run down the stairs towards the kitchen, and sighed to herself - that girl needed some self-control. She made a mental note to give her a little more “prodding” over the coming weeks - she wasn’t about to have her reputation at Lincoln ruined by a fat little sister. And then there were cows like Mara, she thought to herself. Well luckily, she would be heading to warmer climates tomorrow morning…with no chubby losers like her around for at least a few weeks. She smiled inwardly. Little did she know, her perfect little life was about to be turned on it’s ear.
Both girls flew out of Capital City Airport that next morning - Emma wined and dined in first class, while Mara crammed uncomfortably into a coach seat. Mara had noticed Emma, but Emma had either not seen her, or just pretended not to. After they touched down in the Bahamas, Emma was whisked away to her luzury hotel in a limo, while Mara took a cab to the local hospital. She met the staff, was given a new set of fresh scrubs (only after the staff was able to find a size 4XX in the back closet), and went to work. They wouldn’t be apart for long, however.
That next morning, Emma played volleyball with a group of fellow seniors, taking breaks to sip from the delicious margaritas that the locals brought down to them every 30 minutes or so (and she made sure they knew who was serving who, with her sarcastic comments and attempts at a “foreign accent”).
“Emma - your ball!” her friend Cristal called out. Emma turned to see the ball flying towards her, and took off in a half-drunken sprint, lunging for the ball. A sharp pain tore through her left leg, and she went down in a heap. Her friends gathered around, gasping at the sight - Her leg was nearly snapped in half, the exposed bone still touching the jagged boulder that she had landed upon, half-hidden in the sand. She looked up at the circle of people gathering around her, and the world went dark.
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“But doctor, there’s no way I can stay here for that long! Cheerleading practice for Michigan State starts in May!”, she explained to the physician attending to her at the local hospital.
‘I’m sorry Emma, but I’ve talked to your parents, and we all agree. With the massive injury you suffered, there is no way we can have you on a plane for at least 3 months until you’ve healed up - let alone going to cheerleading practice.” Despite her continued protests, the doctor left her in the room to sulk. She couldn’t believe it - she was stuck here all summer in this bed.
Out in the hallway, Mara could not believe what she was hearing. Little Miss Perfect was laid up in a hospital bed 1,000 miles away from her friends and family! Well, she would sure have to do everything to help her “feel at home”, she thought to herself with a chuckle.
That next morning, Mara wheeled in Emma’s breakfast, and paused as she glanced over the sleeping beauty. “Oh Miss!”, she said softly. Emma stirred, and looked up to see the chubby maiden looking over her. “You???”, she exclaimed. “Not only am I stuck down here all summer, I have to look at your fat f*#king face the entire time? Just lovely, “ she remarked.
Mara bit her tongue, and turned back to Emma. “I’m just doing my job - I’m no happier than you that I have to see you all summer, but I’ve been assigned to this wing, and we’ll have to make the best of it, “ she replied.
“Whatever - just leave my food and get the hell out of here, “ Emma snapped.
Oh, I’ll leave you your food alright, Mara thought to herself, a plan already formulating in her sharp little mind.
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That evening, Mara sat in a hospital staff meeting, trying her best to stay alert throughout the mostly dry discussions about patients, procedures, et...il the name “Emma Simmons” came up. “Ladies and gentleman, this young lady has suffered a very serious leg injury that will require months of bed rest. There are certain things we need to do to ensure that she both heals properly, and stays in good physical condition.”
Those two words: “physical condition” rang through Mara’s head for the rest of the day (along with a few less kind words that were hurled at her by Emma during her thrice daily trips into her room to serve her meals and attend to her other needs). So that night, as she was taking inventory in the medical supplies room, a dusty brown cardboard box caught her attention when she spied the words “Emergency Caloric Supplement” on the outside. Mara sat her plump rear end down on a stool next to the box, and began to read the instructions on the outside. “500 calories per ounce - for use in patients who have suffered from severe dehydration and lack of nutritional sustenance.” Mara grinned to herself and thought, “Or, severe lack of humility.” She quietly dusted off the box, and carried it down to her room in the hospital, with a noticeably hop in her heavy little steps.
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Emma awoke the next morning to the sight of Mara standing over her bed, adjusting her IV drip (the doctors had explained to her at the outset of her stay that she needed a steady supply of vitamins, fluids, and other essential nutrients to ensure a speedy, healthy recovery). “What are you doing you sow?” She snapped. “Where is doctor Perez?”
Mara mustered her best phony smile - “Sorry to wake you miss, but Doctor Perez was busy and wanted me to stop down and clean out your IV apparatus. We want to make sure you stay in tip-top shape!”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Get out of here so I can get some rest.” Mara complied (with a unseen grin), and waddled out of the room. Emma drifted back into a restful slumber, listening to the soft drip of her IV which she had become accustomed to over the last few weeks. What she didn’t notice, however, were the adhesive marks on the outside of the IV bag where the labels had been removed, or the steady flow of calories that were slowly working their way through her slim little body.
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A couple weeks later, Emma awoke from her daily nap (which was becoming a more frequent, and lengthy occurance), and yawned contently, looking around the room. “God,” she thought to herself. She had been so tired lately! Well, in her defense, it was hard to stay terribly upbeat after this long in a bed, and she would have plenty of time for being “active” once she got back to the states. As she turned to the side of the bed to grab her comb, she felt an awkward, unusual feeling coming from her waistline. Pulling up the covers slightly, she realized why. In this light, she was starting to look a little chubby down there! She was far from fat (especially compared to that porker Mara, who seemed to be bringing her fat face around far too often the past few weeks, she thought to herself with a smug laugh), but the complete lack of exercise appeared to be finally taking a slight toll on her petite form. A small layer of fat appeared to be forming around her waist, and although she didn’t have the heart to look, she was sure she could feel her formerly toned bottom spreading just a touch wider across the bed sheets than she remembered from her first day in the hospital. Well, Emma thought, Doctor Perez promised they were taking every step possible to ensure she would stay in as good of shape as humanly possible - maybe she should have expected this to some extent. Although, she thought, Perez hadn’t been around much lately (he seemed to have passed along most of her care-taking duties to Mara). “Oh well,” she mused, pulling the cover back up over her slightly expanded form.
No use fretting about it, thought Emma, reaching over to grab one of the cookies that Mara had left there last night. She chewed contently - if anyone deserved a little break from exercise, it was certainly her.
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Some three weeks later, Mara quietly crept into Emma’s room at 3 in the morning, both to replace her “vitamin drip”, and leave a new batch of chocolate chip cookies for her little patient. She moved softly around Emma, and froze when she stirred in her bed, the slight motion displacing her covers, and completely exposing her body to the moonlight pouring through the window. Mara could hardly believe her eyes - Emma was actually getting chubby!
Close to 5,000 additional calories had been coursing through Emma’s veins daily for the past month and a half (along with the steady supplies of cookies and cake, which Emma seemed to be growing much less “resistant” to), and her athletic form was finally showing the strains. Her formerly rock hard abdomen had completely disappeared under a soft roll of fat (make that two rolls, Mara thought), and had begun to creep over her panties towards her thighs. Those thighs had seen better days as well, she thought. Formerly toned and tan, the barrage of calories, and completely lack of sunlight, had left them bloated and pale, softly pushing against one another. She couldn’t get a good look at her ass (The extra weight from her belly and thighs had pushed it securely into the bed cushion below), but her entire lower body had definitely taken on an exaggerated, pear-like shape. Before she could get a better look at her patient, Emma stirred again, a slight double chin forming as she yawned herself awake. But Mara was already gone as she looked around the room, reaching over to grab another cookie before quietly falling asleep once again.
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Two weeks later, Mara hummed happily to herself as she walked into Emma’s room. She had taken a brief vacation from her work (a fellow staff member had assured her she would take care of Emma’s IV and keep her well “nourished” in her absence). As she glanced at Emma, her jaw dropped.
There she sat, munching on a cookie, with crumbs and frosting stains all over her bedspread. The “chubby” phase had passed by quicker than Mara expected - Emma was on the verge of full fledged fatness. Her formerly angular, model quality features had all but disappeared. That hint of a second chin had been replaced by a flashing neon sign - her doughy jowls jiggled in unison as she munched through the tasty treats that Elisa had left the night before. She looked downright piggy, Mara thought to herself with a smug grin. Her toned upper arms had vanished, buried under soft layers of flab that were threatening to roll over her elbows. And that oversized dressing gown she had received on her first day at the hospital was looking like it’s days were numbered as well - Her flabby belly rolled out over her plump thighs, pushing the gown apart at the waist. She must have gained 70 pounds in the last 2 months, Mara thought excitedly.
“Well looks who’s up and around,” Mara chimed in a cheerful voice. Emma turned to her, and her chubby cheeks flushed red with shame as she set the rest of the cookie back onto the plate.
“Leave me alone, you sow,” Emma exclaimed angrily. “Isn’t there something else you need to be doing other than bothering me??”
“Well, I had stopped by to check if you were hungry, but from the looks of things you’ve already taken care of that for today,” Mara snapped back with a grin.
Emma stammered - “That’s it! I may have gained a few pounds, but I certainly don’t need to be hearing about it from a fat pig like you! And what the hell is with this vitamin solution - Elisa forgot to refill it yesterday, maybe if you were taking care of your job instead of feeding your fat face I wouldn’t be in this condition!”
“As a matter of fact, you need to up the dosage on that. Two bags a day ought to do the trick,” she snapped at her. Glancing over at the cookies, her tubby stomach began to growl. Maybe two wasn’t enough….she didn’t want to have to starve herself to death…maybe she could balance things out with the solution, she thought.
“Make it 3!”
Mara smiled sarcastically in her direction. “Ask, and you shall receive, princess.” As she walked around the bed to put in a fresh bag of the “vitamins”, she noticed just how flabby Emma’s legs had gotten. Cellulite had declared war on her formerly toned limbs, and even her calves had begun to regress - lord, they looked about the size her thighs used to be, Mara thought to herself.
This was turning into the best summer ever.
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The weeks seemed to fly by for Mara as summer drew to a close. She was doing so well at the hospital that Doctor Perez had given her full control over Emma’s “treatment”, and she was taking full advantage of it. She looked at the hastily scribbled note that Perez had left her:
Mara - please check downstairs if we have a larger gown for Emma….she seems have completely outgrown her old one. Such a shame she can’t seem to leave the sweets alone….that girl seriously needs to exercise a little self control.
Mara beamed, and strolled into Emma’s room with the gown.
“Hey there piggy!” She cooed in Emma’s direction. “How’s it going today?”
Emma didn’t even turn to look at her. She quietly chewed on the last of yesterday’s cookies, vacantly staring out the window. The last two months had sealed her fate - she was looking like a full blown blimp these days.
Her double chin now sagged halfway down her neck, resting on her necklace (which looked more like a choker, Mara thought inwardly). Her formerly athletic breasts sagged onto her massive belly - the rolls of which had finally overpowered her undersized nighgown, covering her skin-tight panties completely.
“Let’s get you out of bed for a minute - gotta get you into a larger nightgown - doctor’s orders,” Mara chimed smugly. Emma gazed at her, and quietly rolled out of bed. Mara hadn’t seen her stand in over 4 months, and boy was it worth the wait.
Her toned, tight ass and thighs had vanished under wave after wave of cellulite and flab. Her massive thighs brushed against each other as she slowly waddled over to Mara and took the gown from her hands with her chubby fingers. As she turned to go into the dressing room, Mara finally got a head on shot of that ass. It had easily doubled in size, and was now riddled with dimply cellulite and bright red stretch marks. As she plodded heavily into the other room, Mara noticed with glee that those porky thighs had begun to roll over her knees onto her calves. Love handles the size of tractor tires completed the picture, jiggling heavily with each awkward step she took.
“Well we head back to Michigan tomorrow - aren’t you excited?”, Mara queried cheerfully. “Don’t worry - I’ve called all your friends and family for your grand return - I’m sure they’ll all be curious to see how well you’ve ‘recovered‘”.
With that, Emma stopped in her tracks. She turned to Mara and opened her mouth to say something, but no words would come. Her eyes welled up with tears as she trudged into the other room. She came back out minutes later, with a pathetic look on her fat little face. “It’s not big enough,” she said softly.
Mara chuckled to herself. “Well I’ll have to go downstairs and see what I can find for you then, Pumpkin! You should really watch those sweets….they have a tendency to wreak havoc on a girl’s figure - but I guess I don’t need to remind you of that.”
With that, Emma waddled back to the bed, and threw herself heavily onto the cushion, her whole body jiggling softy, and tears streaming down her face.
She watched as Mara triumphantly exited the room. She didn’t look that fat at all, anymore, Emma thought glumly. She reached for the cookie with her chubby hands…..No use pretending anymore.
This had been the worst summer ever.