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Carrie 2

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According to an old saying, "the proof is in the pudding". Had one had cared to examine Carrie's eating habits over the next two weeks, one would have observed that the proof was the pudding.

Chocolate pudding had become Carrie's new favorite snack. No matter what the occasion, Carrie was up for some chocolate pudding. She had some at lunch, after school, after dinner, late at night when she got hungry. In these hard economic times Carrie Remington probably kept an entire factory employed with her passion for pudding. Once in a while she'd branch out into other sorts, like tapioca, but that never hit the spot. Chocolate pudding was always the best.

What the pudding proved was that Carrie was not making any attempt to slim down, much to the chagrin of her mother and friends. Instead, Carrie's lazy eating habits only further entrenched themselves in her behavior. Snacking had ceased to be a fully conscious action for the brown haired teen. Carrie's rumbly tummy would draw her to the fridge or the snack cupboard where she would grab something tasty to consume. Once she began eating she didn't even think about what she was shoveling into her mouth. The only time that she might take some notice of it was when she finished off whatever bag or box of treats she had selected. More often than not the discovery that she'd finished a given box of cookies only resulted in Carrie heading back to the kitchen to find something else to munch on.

In the course of two weeks Carrie put on another ten pounds, bringing her weight up to a nicely rounded 160 pounds. About five pounds and a week earlier, Mrs. Remington had shook her head upon seeing her daughter still dressed in her school uniform after school. Every single button strained to stay in its buttonhole, especially around her belly which pressed outwards against the bottom of the white shirt, reminding one of a dam that was in danger of bursting. The waistband of her skirt cut into Carrie's not inconsiderable flab in what looked to be a painful manner. Furthermore, the expansion of Carrie's hips meant that her skirt was now falling woefully short of giving the proper coverage to her now-wobbly thighs.

With a sigh, Mrs. Remington realized that it was time that Carrie got some new school uniforms. "This is just a temporary measure," Mrs. Remington said as her daughter got outfitted with new, better fitting clothes, "I want you fitting in your old uniform with ease in a month."

That was looking like a rather vain hope. Carrie only seemed to be getting heavier as she settled into her new, more spacious clothing. It was as if Carrie's body took the extra room given by larger clothes as a gap that needed to be bridged and endeavored to fill it as quickly as possible. This was especially true around Carrie's midsection. The teen was now sporting an undeniable jelly roll. It stuck out so far that it came just shy of being equal in prominence to Carrie's breasts, which also appeared to be larger and heavier as a result of her recent weight gain. Carrie's belly bounced and jiggled whenever she shuffled from the couch to the fridge to grab some more pudding, often hanging comfortably over the elastic waistband of a pair of comfy sweatpants. As part of Carrie's new larger circumference, she was beginning to develop love handles to either side. Though they had yet to grow into true love handles, they were certainly well on their way. Carrie's belly drew attention to itself by frequently peeking out from underneath the bottom of her shirts while she lounged about at home. Though the fact that her uniform required a tucked in shirt at school saved Carrie from having this happen in front of her peers, the sheer bulk of Carrie's belly pressing against her shirts was enough to garner plenty of attention as it was.

Carrie's thighs, however, were getting much more notice these days. Now people were beginning to whisper. What had been observations before was hedging on becoming gossip.

"She's always been a little…big, but now she's getting…dare I say fat?"

"Oh absolutely. There's no other word for it."

It turned out that Grace's friendship wasn't shielding Carrie from the rumormongers even a little bit. In fact, it was because the two were friends that people were talking about Carrie. Had Carrie not been loosely associated with a member of the popular clique her weight gain would have gone relatively unnoticed. As it was, she was just close enough to the periphery of the upper most tier of Ridgemont that her fattening up was commented upon.

Grace was perfectly aware of the talk that was running around regarding Carrie and though she was incensed, only some of her anger was directed towards the girls whispering to each other in the cafeteria. The truth was that Grace had tried to warn Carrie about how things were going to if she didn't stop her snacking and Carrie hadn't listened. Now she had plumped up and Grace almost felt like Carrie deserved this—but only just almost.

The result was that Grace didn't pull any punches this day at lunch. "Carrie, I tried to give you some space and not nag you, but this has gotten out of hand," Grace said, "You've only gotten fatter and you're not fooling anyone!"

Carrie had taken to wearing her Ridgemont dark blue sweater jacket lately in a futile attempt to hide her new growing belly. It was this artifice that Grace referred to and that Carrie pulled a little tighter around her. "It's not that bad," Carrie said weakly, as if trying to deny the fact to herself.

"Carrie, honey, it is that bad," Leslie said with a sad smile, "Grace is right. We didn't want to keep needling you, but it's only gotten worse."

"I mean have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately?" Grace asked, "I mean really looked at yourself? Even your face has gotten fatter!"

Grace pulled out a compact and handed it over to Carrie, who peered at the small mirror at her face. Sure enough, the features of her face had gotten softer than Carrie remembered. Her cheeks looked like they were softer and rounder, no longer sharply defined but instead they flowed into her soft, fluid jaw line that looked seemed rounder. Was there even the slightest hint of a double chin? And her nose! Could it actually have gotten a little rounder too or was it just the chubbier surroundings that gave it that appearance? And had her lips always been so full? Regardless of whether or not they had been, there was no denying it anymore.

Carrie sighed and snapped the compact shut. "I really am fat…aren't I?" she said despondently.

"I'm afraid you are," Leslie said sympathetically.

"I just don't understand how I could have ignored it for so long," Carrie said, all thirty pounds of her weight gain hitting her like so many bricks, "I mean, I feel like I should have been able to see this coming."

"Not like we were warning you or anything," Grace said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.

Leslie shot a look at Grace that told her to knock it off. The tubby girl believed that you attracted more flies with honey than with vinegar and she was trying to put that philosophy into practice with Carrie. "Well the important thing is that you want to lose weight now," Leslie said, "And honestly, this is going to be good for both of us. I'm sure that the reason I haven't been able to stick to my diets is because I was trying to go it alone. I was reading last night on the Internet that you should have a diet buddy so you can support each other."

"Wow," Grace said in surprise, "That's actually a good idea."

Leslie swelled with pride—as if she needed to look any bigger. Finally Grace wasn't ridiculing one of her diet ideas. This had to be a first. "Yeah, there are all sorts of good ideas out there on the Internet," Leslie said, "Like this new diet I heard about."

"No no no," Grace said quickly, "Just because one idea is good doesn't—"

"Oh but the Kiwi Diet has been scientifically proven to get results in two months!" Leslie said confidently, "Why, I started it last night and it's great!"

"Look, Carrie, I'm all for you trying to lose weight, but please don't jump on the bandwagon with one of Leslie's diets. You've seen how they've worked," Grace said, trying to reason with her newly fat friend.

"I don't know. It can't hurt…can it?" Carrie asked.

"Nope. I mean, there's no way you could be worse off could you? Well, unless the diet in question was the Seafood Diet," Leslie said.

"What's so bad about the Seafood Diet?" Carrie inquired.

"Oh in that diet you see food and then you eat it!" Leslie said, breaking into a huge smile, "Get it?"

The other two girls just sat there and looked at Leslie. Grace just rolled her eyes.

"Well I thought it was funny…" Leslie mumbled, deflated from her joke flopping.

"Carrie, there are good diets out there," Grace said, "I would be more than happy to help you with them. They may not promise incredible results in six weeks or two months but if you work hard you're going to lose weight. That's what a diet is. There's no way around it. You're not going to lose this—" Grace pinched some of Carrie's excess flab, getting a nice inch of her jelly belly in the process, "—without hard work. Please, please, please use your head here and don't start in on a diet that promises a lot and delivers nothing."

Carrie looked from underneath her eyelashes from Grace to Leslie and then back to Grace before resting on Leslie again. "I guess it couldn't hurt to just try the Kiwi Diet…" Carrie said.

Before Leslie could exclaim happily that she would have a partner in the Kiwi Diet, Grace cut in, desperate to keep Carrie from falling into Leslie's idiotic diet. "It can't hurt, can it? Leslie, how much weight have you gained since you went on the great and wonderful Tuna Fish Diet?"

Color rose into Leslie's cheeks immediately. "Well I haven't been on the diet this whole time—" Grace just glared at Leslie, causing her to capitulate immediately. "Five pounds," she mumbled.

"See? The worst that could happen is that you put on even more weight," Grace said to Carrie, "and then you're even deeper in the hole. So please, just try one of my diets. Please."

"I can't believe that just trying the diet is going to be that bad for me," Carrie said after a moment, "Besides, we'll have the buddy system, won't we?"

"Yay!" Leslie exclaimed, her morale boosted by the victory, "This will be so fun!"

"I'm actually a little curious," Carrie said, turning her attention wholly onto Leslie, "Why is it called the Kiwi Diet? Do you only eat kiwis? Or is it from New Zealand?"

"I'm glad you asked!" Leslie said happily and then launched into the details.

Grace Webster just put her head in her hands and wondered if the world was going insane around her.

***

Later that night, Carrie stood in front of her refrigerator in a t-shirt and her comfortable gray sweatpants, surveying everything that was inside. There had to be at least twelve, maybe sixteen, cups of pudding in there. Starting tomorrow, she wouldn't be able to eat any of them. The mere thought of such a thing caused Carrie's belly to rumble unhappily. Carrie rubbed it with one hand, sympathizing with her tummy. Though she'd been hyped up about the Kiwi Diet ever since lunch, all of a sudden it didn't seem like such a great idea anymore. Still, Carrie had promised Leslie that they were going to do the Kiwi Diet together and she wasn't going to cave in and abandon her friend.

Carrie shut the door to the fridge, determined not to let the pudding tempt her any further. "Goodbye pudding," Carrie said forlornly, "I'm going to miss you guys."

The brunette opened up the freezer to say farewell to the ice cream and the novelty ice cream cones, both of which had been stout friends for the last month through thick and thin—mainly thick. Carrie wasn't even sure if she was going to be allowed frozen waffles on the Kiwi Diet. After all, those waffles just couldn't be properly eaten unless there was plenty of melted butter and sticky, sweet, delicious pools of maple syrup filling every nook and cranny…

Carrie slammed the freezer door shut and blinked her eyes. She'd almost reached for a waffle right there. She was going to have to be really careful around here or she'd kiss the Kiwi Diet goodbye before she even got off and running.

"This is going to be tough," Carrie mumbled to herself as her stomach let out another plaintiff cry.

Even so, Carrie still thought that it was good for her to take a good, long last look at all her snacks before foreswearing them. She figured it had to be therapeutic somehow. There was probably a fancy psychological word for it, she just didn't know it.

Opening the snack cupboard Carrie found all of her old stalwarts: potato chips, Doritos, Cheetos, pretzels, cookies of all varieties and sizes, chocolate covered raisins, M&Ms, Twinkies and every variety of Hostess snack, chocolate covered graham crackers, Cheese Nips, every single one of them was like an old acquaintance. Carrie even touched each box, bag, and packaging as if she had a special bond with each of them. In a way, she did.

With a sigh, Carrie plopped down at the kitchen table. Already her diet weighed upon her like a ton of crackers—and not the good kind of crackers either but saltine crackers, tasteless, bland, disgusting. Part of Carrie already thought that she should just throw in the towel. After all, how could she possibly stick to her diet when she had all this delicious food at arm's length? It wasn't like it was going to just disappear…

And that was when Carrie was struck by a sudden realization. She and Leslie had agreed to start their diet tomorrow. That didn't mean that she was on it tonight. In fact, if Leslie ate of a lot of these snacks, they wouldn't be here for her to snack on tomorrow when she was on the Kiwi Diet, thus making it easier for her to stick to her diet in the future. Therefore, wasn't the best course of action to clean out the fridge and cupboards of all her favorite treats tonight so she wouldn't be tempted by them later? As Carrie saw it, the answer was a very emphatic yes.

Carrie threw open the refrigerator door with a huge smile and grabbed a cup of pudding. "Hey guys! Guess what? We're going to have a going away party!"

***

The next morning Mrs. Remington padded down the stairs to make a cup of coffee before she got ready for work. Today she was supposed to make a pretty big presentation and she had to make sure that—

"What the—Carrie!" Mrs. Remington exclaimed.

Her daughter's eyes fluttered open groggily as she lay on the kitchen floor, surrounded by the detritus of the feast from the night before. Mrs. Remington couldn't believe her eyes.

"For Pete's sake Carrie!" Mrs. Remington exclaimed, "Is there any food left in the house?!"

"Oh sure. I just got rid of the stuff that I can't have on my diet. Didn't want it to go to waste," Carrie said, still waking up, her belly looking even larger than usual from her late night binge. It jiggled heavily as Carrie staggered to her feet. Carrie's t-shirt had ridden up on her midriff so much that almost the entirety of her huge belly was sticking out in plain view.

"What were you even thinking?" Mrs. Remington exclaimed, losing her temper slightly, "It's pointless to just eat all of that stuff when you're going to start a diet! You probably put on another couple pounds just from last night alone!"

"But the diet didn't even start until today…" Carrie replied as she rubbed her eyes. When she finished, she saw her mother heading back up the stairs. "Mom? Hey Mom?"

"I'm going to get dressed," Mrs. Remington replied tersely, "I need to go out for some coffee because there's no way I can brew anything myself that's strong enough to suit this morning."

Carrie just shrugged and turned back to the kitchen and the mess she'd left on the floor. The teenager sighed and her belly grumbled in response.

"Just the way to start a new diet…" Carrie said dourly. She was already hungry, even after everything she'd had last night.

This was going to be a very long diet.

***

Carrie couldn't have been more wrong. As it turned out, the Kiwi Diet couldn't have been much shorter. Though Carrie had a breakfast and made a lunch in accordance with all of the "simple" rules of the Kiwi Diet, by the afternoon she was starving. Between classes Carrie rushed to the vending machines and desperately punched in the codes for several candy bars to satisfy her tummy. It had roared so loudly in her last class that she'd actually gotten looks from classmates sitting nearby. When she bit into that first Snickers bar it was as if she hadn't tasted chocolate in years.

That was the beginning of the end of Carrie's stint on the Kiwi Diet. Though she didn't know it, Leslie would only last another couple more days herself. Still, each professed to the other and to Grace that they were steadfastly adhering to the diet. Examining their lunches, Grace had to begrudgingly agree that the pair looked to be staying on the bandwagon. Though she didn't believe in the Kiwi Diet, her friends were adhering to it. Little did Grace know that each scampered off at the end of lunch to their lockers where they devoured plenty of junk food to satisfy their hungry bellies and that similar events regularly took place at during selected passing periods.

After a few weeks, it became evident that neither girl was deriving any benefit from the much celebrated Kiwi Diet. Leslie was still as portly as ever, a fact that Grace pointed out without any hesitation. She quickly divined that Leslie had quickly given up her diet the moment that she discovered that chocolate cake was not part of the Kiwi Diet (though Grace was surprised that Leslie hadn't found a diet that allowed her to have as many slices of cake as she wanted).

"Well I discovered that the Kiwi Diet just wasn't right for me," Leslie said defensively when confronted by her blonde friend.

"Apparently being thin isn't right for you either," Grace said flatly. That response was enough to shut down any reply Leslie might have made. She simply sulked from her seat across from Grace and nibbled on her Ding Dong.

Grace would have pushed the conversation further, but she had a much more pressing target for her criticism sitting right next to Leslie. If Leslie's diet had failed, then Carrie's had backfired. Grace figured that Carrie had to have put on another ten pounds since the start of her so-called diet.

As it turned out, Grace was an excellent judge of weight. Carrie had discovered that this indeed was the case when she'd reluctantly and gingerly stepped onto the scale in her bathroom that morning. She'd had to lean forward to fully make out the numbers due to the size of her belly, but when she'd learned that she was a full 170 pounds Carrie freaked out. Unless her friend had put on more weight recently—and Carrie didn't think she had—that meant that Carrie was now fatter than Leslie. The surreal feeling hadn't fully sunken in, mainly because Carrie had conveniently forgotten about it over a carton of chocolate ice cream.

Carrie's larger school uniform, which previously had fit her well, albeit a little snuggly, was starting to strain in all the familiar places again. Her jelly roll of a belly was pushing noticeably against the bottom of her shirt again and it seemed like her plaid skirt was leaving a little more thigh than was allowed in view. In fact, when Carrie walked to class down the hall, if one looked hard one could see that Carrie's thighs were starting to rub together as she walked. It was so subtle that she Carrie probably didn't even notice it, but plenty of other girls at Ridgemont did notice and those who didn't quickly had the intelligence whispered to them.

At first Grace didn't even know what to say to Carrie. She just got red in the face because she was so angry at Carrie for letting herself go like this. The truth was that it embarrassed Grace. It was one thing to have one fat friend. After all, everybody had a fat friend, maybe two. But to have both of your best friends be fat was just infuriating. Irregardless of anything that people might think about her by being associated with the pair of fatties, it just got Grace's goat that Carrie should have porked up after Grace had explicitly warned her about just this sort of thing happening.

When Grace finally found her voice all she could say was, "And you!"

"What?" Carrie said through a mouthful of Twinkie.

"Look at yourself!" Grace exclaimed, almost so loud that it drew attention from other tables, "Do you even realize how fat you've gotten? You've blown up!"

"Okay, so maybe the diet didn't work," Carrie admitted.

"That's like saying that the Titanic sprung a leak," Grace said, "The diet was a disaster! You look like you gained weight!" Carrie said nothing to that, but just looked away as she finished her Twinkie. The fact that Carrie was caught off guard without a response caused Grace to have a sudden realization. "Oh my God. You have gained weight, haven't you?"

"No," Carrie said completely unconvincingly.

"She has!" Leslie said, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she realized it too, "How much do you weigh?"

"That's personal," Carrie said, trying to avoid the question.

"Not if we're best friends," Grace said, "We've never kept secrets and that includes weights from each other."

"Yeah," Leslie chipped in, "Maybe it was easy for you when you weighed 125 pounds, but it was never easy for me to share my weight with you guys. You have to tell us."

Carrie mumbled something, but neither Leslie nor Grace could make it out.

"Speak up," Grace commanded.

"170 pounds," Carrie said just a shade louder, but that was enough for the other two girls to make it out.

Leslie squealed something unintelligible as she bounced up and down. "I don't believe it!" she said more clearly, overflowing with delight despite her friend's misfortune, "You're fatter than me!"

Grace's jaw fell open. "You have got to be joking."

"No! I was 167 at the start of the week!" Leslie said, "I'm no longer the fat one!"

"That's only because there are two of you," Grace said with a roll of her eyes, "It's not like Carrie magically made you skinnier."

Leslie didn't pay any attention to Grace. "I guess this means we'll be able to share clothes with each other now! Oh I've got some of the cutest outfits that I just know you'll love!"

"Yeah, sure," Carrie said, her cheeks flushed. With the way that Leslie was bubbling over half the cafeteria had probably heard that she was now officially fat. Of course, anybody could tell just by looking at Carrie but having someone shout the fact to all her classmates was a different matter entirely.

"You're not helping," Grace said to Leslie before turning to her other friend, "Carrie, if you're not careful, pretty soon you're going to cross that point where you're never going to be able to lose that weight."

And then all of a sudden, Carrie stood up. "You know what? I'm tired of hearing you guys nag me about my weight all the time. I don't know if you think that's what friends do but I'm sick and tired of having to listen to it," Carrie said as she grabbed her backpack.

Carrie turned around to leave the cafeteria and was surprised to receive a slap on her well padded rump from Grace. The fatty whirled around to face her friend, clearly furious at such a brazen move.

"What? Aren't you going to going to mosey along there Bessie?" Grace said coolly.

The brunette shook and jiggled with anger that was clearly painted across her face but said nothing as she turned back around and stalked out of the cafeteria. Grace mentally counted down the seconds as she waited for the inevitable…

Before Carrie had gotten further than ten steps she turned around again, headed back to the table and wordlessly grabbed the cupcake from her lunch that she'd forgotten to take with her. Even in her anger, Carrie wasn't going to leave a delicious treat like a cupcake behind. Grace and Leslie watched Carrie's butt bounce up and down as she wobbled out of the cafeteria to eat her Twinkie where no one was going to prod her about her weight.

***

Carrie's mother was at her wits' end. Despite her protestations of going on a diet, her daughter had done nothing for the last two weeks but sit on the couch and get even fatter. Carrie had even gone out to buy new sweatpants so her lazing about the house could be done as comfortably as possible. As far as her mother could tell that had been the sole extent of Carrie's efforts as of late. Mrs. Remington was sincerely worried about her daughter but she just didn't know how to reach a daughter who didn't seem to care that she was getting fatter by the day. It seemed that Carrie didn't seem to care about anything other than being a couch potato and eating. It was all her daughter ever did anymore. How Carrie could lead such a lackluster existence was beyond her.

The truth was that Mrs. Remington was seriously concerned for her daughter. It was clear that Carrie wasn't concerned about her rapid weight gain and wasn't even attempting to do something to check it. The fact that her daughter had put on 40 pounds and didn't appear to be slowing down was evidence enough of that. Teenage girls were supposed to freak out if they put on five pounds. To be seemingly unfazed by putting on eight times that amount meant that it was time for Mrs. Remington to take action.

"All right, get up!" Mrs. Remington said sternly as she marched into the family room, interrupting Carrie's enjoyment of The Soup.

"Huh? Wha?" Carrie said as she snapped out of her television trance, blinking her eyes at her mother.

"Apparently I'm the only one in this house who's concerned about the fact that you are getting fatter quicker than a Thanksgiving turkey and it's time that somebody did something about it," Mrs. Remington said.

Carrie rolled her eyes. After having been badgered by her friends on the topic earlier in the day, she was in no mood to be lectured by her mother as well. She turned her attention back to the TV without another word. Mrs. Remington marched over to the couch, snatched the remote from where it lay next to Carrie and shut the television.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" Carrie cried, "I was watching that!"

"Not anymore," Mrs. Remington said as she unplugged the TV for good measure, "You're going to go out and get some exercise."

"What?" Carrie nearly shrieked, "You can't make me do that!"

"As long as you live in this house I can," Mrs. Remington said, sticking to the tough love approach she'd decided to adopt, "Since you're already in some sweats, you are going to jog all the way down to Mrs. Redfield's house and call me from her house phone when you get there. She knows you're coming so don't hesitate to ring the doorbell."

"But that's so unfair Mom!" Carrie whined, "It's got to be like five miles to her house!"

"It's half a mile each way and you'll thank me for this later," Mrs. Remington said, "And don't even think about trying to call me from your cell phone. I'll see on the caller ID if you're trying to fool me and I'll make you go there and back twice."

Carrie lumbered to her feet, moping as she slowly trudged to the door. Carrie looked so unhappy that Mrs. Remington couldn't help but suffer with her daughter. Still, she didn't relent. This was what was best for Carrie and though it might be tough now, it had to be done.

It was still light out when Carrie stepped outside and she was greeted by brisk, cool air. It was perfect weather for a jog but that was little consolation for Carrie. She could not have looked more downcast had she been told that there was a worldwide chocolate shortage. To actually have to go jog a full mile was unthinkable.

It's just outright mean of Mom to force this on me, Carrie thought as she reluctantly got off to a sluggish start, It's not like I want to be fat. It's not my fault. Why does everybody have to be so mean to me about it? Even Leslie won't let up and she's fat. Shouldn't she know what this is like and show some sympathy?

Carrie's line of thought petered out here because she suddenly realized that this was a lot harder than she thought it would be. The truth was that Carrie wasn't so much jogging as she was bouncing slowly up and down the sidewalk. While she fell short of actually waddling, her hips swayed so much from side to side that she was coming quite close to doing so. Her thighs were rubbing together so much that she could put a Boy Scout trying to start a fire with two sticks to shame. Her giant jelly roll of a belly was jiggling so much that one would have thought there was an earthquake taking place if one judged just by Carrie's midsection.

Beyond all that, Carrie was finding herself getting more and more tired with each passing second. Her face had grown flush after just two blocks and her cheeks looked even chubbier as they were puffed up as the big brunette sucked in air to help out her poor lungs. Beads of sweat were running down Carrie's forehead and sweat stains were beginning to seep through Carrie's sweatshirt. Her muscles weren't used to such strenuous exercise and were burning from the effort of trying to propel the overweight teen down the sidewalk.

Ten minutes later, Carrie showed up on Mrs. Redfield's doorstep looking like she was about to keel over. Though she was surprised to see how fat Carrie Remington had gotten, the large hearted Mrs. Redfield immediately ushered Carrie inside to rest up and brought her a pitcher of water, which Carrie gulped down as if she had been dying of thirst in a desert.

Unable to bring herself to send the poor girl jogging back down to her home, Mrs. Redfield drove an exhausted Carrie back to her house. During the short car ride, the only thing Carrie could think of was how much ice cream she was going to eat when she got home to recover from such a horrible ordeal.

The second in a three part series commissioned by ncjonathan :iconncjonathan:. This one hearkens back to the sort of WG stories that I read when I was first starting out at Dimensions and made me write in the first place, so it's a bit coming full circle in a sense for me.

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Brubake's avatar
Carrie's mother should have a contractor make the kitchen door way or ways like only 10" wide! Oh an have overhead sign or signs that reads Only Normal Size People Welcome In Me ! Cut out her allowance, after all Carrie don't do chores on more, right? On the other side of it Carrie, & Leslie should team up an try their best to get thin Grace to fatten up big unknowingly by tricking her ! I could just picture Carrie trying to get in the kitchen window or the new door way with her big belly, butt, weight, & hips working against her!