My New Step-Sister: More Madigan - Part 3 (Finale) (Patreon)

Well I said this was going to move quick, and here we are at the end. Hopefully you enjoyed this extra year in Madigan's life, with more of a focus on her rather than her sister. Glad I was able to revisit this one. Enjoy!

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With holiday break in the rearview mirror, part of me was kinda excited to get back to school. Yeah it was cold and miserable, but I stayed in most of the time anyways. I had my games and books and school work, oh and best of all food, to keep me occupied. Come to think of it, I probably relied on food more than those other things combined.

My new year's resolution pretty much hit the wayside as soon as we returned to campus. I tried to avoid the cafeteria as much as I could, but it's like it called to me. My soon to be 400lb frame craved calories to keep itself going. I felt so heavy. Every step was a thud that caused any soft tissue to jiggle profusely. My chubby fingers brought food to my eagerly awaiting lips, as the fat on my arms bunched up in the process. Worst of all my belly grew further and further in front of me.

I wanted to stop, or at least slow down. I was gaining weight and getting so fat. If I could at least stop from gaining I felt like I would have a bit more control. But every day my shirts felt tighter, my pants dug in a bit more to my fleshy belly. I wanted to say no to all the food but I couldn't. Even my mom seemed to get a bit concerned.

I had gone home one weekend like normal. I sat on the couch snacking all day Saturday, nothing unusual. My mom came to talk to me about dinner. "Dear, I was going to make taco casserole tonight, but how do you feel about us having a couple salads instead." There it was, a free pass to a not over the top indulgent meal, all I had to do was say yes.

Yet I froze, my fat clogged brain knowing how much better taco casserole would taste, I mean it was one of the best things my mom made. With no willpower left I asked my mom to make the casserole, and I ate about 80% of it. Getting up the stairs to bed was extra hard that night, it has become one of my least favorite things. I was always winded after the flight of stairs up to my room these days, but with a belly full of taco casserole it was twice as hard. I had to stop halfway up just for a little break.

Flights of stairs should not have been a problem, but as my weight climbed deeper into the 400's I found even the simplest of tasks difficult. I never thought it would be hard to get my shoes on, but with how big my belly had gotten, I learned I had to sit and lean at a particular angle just to be able to reach, and even then I still broke a sweat.

The end of my freshman year of college had come. Sam and I once again trekked home together, this time she had offered to drive. She made sure to hit all three fast food joints that I liked, equally spaced out along the route home. Since I didn't have to drive I was free to order a few extra items since my hands were free.

"I think we should hit the scales when we get home." Sam said as we pulled out of Burger King.

"Why, you wanna see if you gained the freshman 15?" I chuckled.

"No, I weighed myself at Debbie's last night, I actually lost the freshman 15 this year. Kinda easy when you have so much to lose. Well I guess not for everyone." She looked at me as I unwrapped my second Whopper. "No I'm more curious how much you gained this year, fat ass, or should I say sumo Sally, you know since your gut is so huge. You really got a taste of your own medicine, huh? I didn't even have to do anything to get back at you, you did it to yourself. You couldn't keep your piggish nose out of anything with a speck of sugar in it all year could you? I'm starting to get concerned that the 500lb weight limit on the scale at home might not be enough for you. I always knew you would just get fatter and fatter and fatter. You really earned the name Fatigan. Maybe you should think about online classes for next year, that way you don't have to leave the couch, I know it's your favorite spot. And that way I can move into a sorority, rather than room with someone who will soon be too wide to get through our door normally."

I sat in silence. Everything she had said was true. I had no leg to stand on, I only had two tree trunks that held up the majority of my weight. I had gone off the charts this past year. I had wanted to stop, I had needed to stop, but I just couldn't control myself around food. I had always laughed off my weight or whatever I ate. But ever since I had put in place a plan to fatten Sam, I didn't realize the sabotage I was doing to myself.

Thankfully I didn't bust the scale at home, but it did confirm that I was at a new high of 470lbs, which Sam pointed out was double her weight now that she had lost 15lbs. To be honest I felt double her size too. I was so heavy all I could muster to do was plop myself on the couch to rest. I wasn't even sure when I'd have the energy to get myself off of it. My heavy belly spilled into my lap as I sat. The apron of fat pooled in front of me, across the tops of my thighs and off to the sides. The worst part was, I was hungry. Lucky for me Sam had gotten a cake to commemorate this occasion. She had scooted off to the kitchen so she could write my weight in icing on it before presenting me with it.

I wanted to lose weight, I wanted 470 to be the highest I ever saw the scale go, but I also really wanted that cake. I bet you can guess which scenario won.