"Jocelyn! Dinner time!"
"Coming Mom!" Jocelyn yelled in response from downstairs. She went out of her bedroom door, and bounded up the stairs with ease.
"Mmm spaghetti," she said, noting the steaming pot of noodles on the table, along with a generous bowl of sauce and some spinach salad.
"Yes, yes, I know you're a fan of the carbs," said Jocelyn's mom, Janice. Trying to make the most of the opportunity to make a sensible remark, she followed up by saying, "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to have some protein too. I made a special sauce this time with extra chicken."
"Aw, Mom . I'm sure it's delicious, but carbs are so much
Jocelyn woke to find three faces staring down at her from above. Though she was disoriented, tired, thirsty, and had a nasty headache, she had no problem recognizing themit was the senior counselor, the camp director, and the camp nurse, all with extremely concerned expressions. When she opened her eyes, they looked instantly glad, but continued to give her the occasional worried look. They said a few words to her, but they only seemed like gibberish. Finally, she had the presence of mind to say, "Water "
Her normally high voice was surprisingly scratchy and low due to the lack of moisture. Someone hurried off and returned wi
When Fourth of July came, Jocelyn had almost outgrown every one of her outfits that she had no problem fitting into before the incident at camp. This, of course, called for another shopping trip before that fateful day. Since her mom had some free time, and was looking for an excuse to hang out with her daughter, Jocelyn was happy to oblige, especially since it meant her mom would most likely pay for the purchase.
She had always been really close with her mom, and was one of those rare people that never really clashed with her parents much, even as a young teenager. Her studious nature didn't really lend itself to trying to pull for more
Jocelyn knew she had a big job ahead of her. She got straight to work the very night the idea popped into her head. Her quickly growing brain child was an experiment of what she considered epic proportions. The purpose was, of course, to answer the questions that she posed to herself on the Fourth after she had broken up with Dave: At what point would putting on more and more weight start to detract from her beauty, rather than add to it? And at what size would her body lose its ability to influence the actions of menor women for that matter? The project she envisioned addressed hundreds of other possible questions.
Her mind race
Carefully pulling the single sheet of paper from the envelope, she shook it once after she unfolded it, sending the new flesh on her growing arms into motion. Potato sloshed from left to right briefly before coming to rest in its D-cup once again. The letter read:
"Joce,
It's been awhile now since we talked on the Fourth, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm waiting for you, and ready to give our relationship another try. Life isn't the same without you. I know we've both been going through some changes, but maybe we can make it through them together. Of all the women I've met or ever had a chance with, you are by far the smartest
Jocelyn peered over her enormous breasts to get a glimpse of the bathroom scale. They had continued to grow at a wild rate, despite her doctor's warnings, despite her mother's concern, and despite the fact that they were already DD's at the beginning of October. Pasta and potato were comfortably occupying F cups these days.
The refrigerator at Jocelyn's home, of course, was looking a bit barer than it had since that fateful day in June when the full effects of her health condition smote her with a vengeance. Previously, her parents had done everything in their power to ensure that the fridge was stocked with healthy foods, thinking that n
College registration was always a pain. It seemed that no matter how punctual Jocelyn was, getting into the exact classes that she wanted was always a bit of a gamble. Introductory Psychology courses were some of the most popular classes at her school, mostly because of the instructors. A good professor pretty much guaranteed that students at the beginning or the middle of their time at the Community College ended up on a waiting list for registration, without a doubt.
Jocelyn got lucky, though. She had successfully registered for Psychology 201—Lifespan Psychology—and was now the envy of every student with that class on thei
During the first part of class, Jocelyn's overly tight clothes were not only distracting and uncomfortablethey made her extremely self-conscious. Her pants were biting into her expansive hips and belt line even more now that she had been sitting for a while. Although she situated herself in the back row of the classroom and wasn't in much danger of one of her classmates seeing her, she continually tugged on the bottom hem of her hoodie to ensure that it wasn't riding up and exposing her bulging love handles. The young man in the bomber jacket made matters even worse. It was all she could do to repeat Beth's mantra of "Don't think to
On Saturday, Jocelyn slept in, even though she went to bed at an embarrassing 9:00 PM the previous evening. Beth came over at about 7:30 PM Friday night, proudly displaying all of the fixings for tacos at Jocelyn's bedroom window, wrapped in tin foil and other insulated packaging to keep the cool food cool, and the warm food warm. Since only her dad was home, Jocelyn was glad to let Beth inside, where they watched some TV as they partook of the deliciously seasoned faux Mexican food. Apparently, Beth's dad had made tacos for dinner that night, but, as usual, he grossly overestimated the amount of food that their three-person family could c
Jocelyn gingerly picked up the sandwich in front of her with her meaty fingers. Her mom was watching her as she brought the morsel up to her full lips. The sandwich was truly thata morsel and nothing more. It was a tuna sandwich, made with nine-grain, whole wheat bread, though the canned meat only had a dab of mustard added to it, and no mayo. Not even a tomato could find a place within those two half-slices of bread with her mom on watch. Jocelyn took a bite, forcing the dry meat down her throat after chewing as much as she could bear. Janice was on her game tonight.
Jocelyn's mother, of course, had been campaigning for her daug