About 4 months and 80 pound later, Christi was at her restaurant, the Hungry House. After she graduated from college, her wealthy father helped her purchase an empty building which she turned into one of the popular eateries in the city. The money she made there was easily more than enough to support both her and John, although she didn't like talk about that lest she bruise her boyfriend's ego. The Hungry House was so successful she was considering opening a second one. Up until recently, she took a very active role in her restaurant, being well known to her patrons and treating her employees like family, but ever her sudden weight gain she's mostly hid herself in her office and let her employees handle the Hungry House's affairs.
In her office, Christi stood naked in front of a full-length decorative mirror she had, examining her now 250lb body. Her face was now padded with fat and her double chin was becoming more prominent every passing day. Her hips and thighs were now huge and amply plump rear was now pushing out a couple inches. Her belly was gigantic and drooped all the way down to her upper thighs. She and John could still get to her womanhood rather easily, but it took a little more maneuverability than before. On her large stomach rested her enlarged breasts. They were still shapely but thanks to her excess fat they had lost their firm perkiness and was soft and and almost twice the size of her head. Her arms were now weighed down and her chubby fingers was beginning to lose some mobility.
All this isn't to say Christi had started to impede on her health. On the contrary, she was probably one fittest fat people you'd ever meet. When she started becoming grossly overweight, all her working out at the gym left her exhausted and it became a source of embarrassment for her to be the sweaty, gasping fat lady at the gym. But she refused to give up, so she continued working out until she rebuilt her stamina and adjusted to her body's ever increasing weight. All her workouts eventually resulted in her not only becoming as active and energetic as she used to be but she became the most athletic person at her gym. Underneath all her plump padding was a muscle structure strong enough to lift up three of her easily. In addition, all of her body's bulging curves were smooth and free of sags and rolls and also, thanks to various creams and ointments, she didn't have stretch marks or chafing. All laughs and snickers that sent her way by fellow gym patrons quickly turned into questions about how she could possibly still be overweight.
That was a question she herself desperately wanted answered. She went to various doctors and weight loss physicians and underwent dozens of tests, but no one could figure out what was wrong with her. At best, they theorized that she had some new metabolic disorder. Christi herself theorized that the genes she had inherited from her mother. Her mother always prided herself on her size, since it represented high ranking Tahitian household where she was raised and she always told her not to be ashamed of her size when she was a teenager. However, Christi always felt miserable as a child. She always being picked on by the other kids and the best social position she could get was being the popular girls' designated fat friend. Worst of all, she had to watch the guy she loved get with another girl because she was too shy to confess her feelings to him. After high school, she was fed up with it all so during college, she went to the gym and didn't leave until she worked herself down to a size six. While she enjoyed exercising, she always hated all the dieting and calorie counting and missed the days where she could eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, but she always resisted the temptation. As she approached her goal weight became bursting with newfound confidence and worked to set herself above the crowd. Then one day she saw John eating lunch and went over and confessed her love for him and they've been together ever since.
Christi thought about all this and continued to look at herself in the mirror. She worried that her life would return to like it was before and she felt terrible. Then, in the midst of her angst, she began to remembered all the things she accomplished, all the success shes had and all the friends she had made and began to feel better and decided that, no, she wouldn't just sit around depressed like she was in high school. If fate wanted her to be a lardass then this time she would approach it with all pride and confidence she could muster. And to do that, she needed to face facts and buy some clothes more suited for someone of her size.
She proceeded to put her clothes back on: a pair of sweatpants that John owned that was so stretched on her that they would tear if she bent over too far. She wasn't wearing any underwear because the last pair of panties she owned was so tight on her she had to cut them off herself. The bra she was wearing was far too small for her enlarged breasts. The clasp in the back had long since broken off and she struggled to keep her breasts in the cups. The only reason she still wore it was so that her nipples wouldn't press out against the pathetically small tank top she squeezed herself into everyday.
After she got dressed, she waddled her way to the restaurant's kitchen. It was closing time and everyone was getting ready to go home. However, she approached her friend Susan before she could leave. Susan was the head chef and had been with Christi ever since she had started the Hungry House. Susan was around Christi's weight range, but she loved to flaunt her weight and loved eating her own cooking almost as watching others eat their fill of it.
"Hey Susan," Christi began nervously. "I was wondering that since tomorrow's your day off if you would maybe want to come shopping with me?"
Susan looked excited.
"Of course I will!. In fact, I've been wanting to take you shopping for a while now because, sweetie, this is not working for you at all." She motioned towards Christi's shabbily dressed body and Christi looked down, red with embarrassment. Susan put a comforting arm around her.
