Family Curse

Twenty-fourth birthday

Believe it or not I didn't gain any weight in my final year at the university... OK, that was a lie, but nevertheless I didn't gain that much weight. After all what's a meager gain of 50 pounds on a stature like mine? It did put me over the mark of thousand pounds though... I didn't really feel any heavier than I was before, but my tit platform did notice the difference though. Yep, you've guessed it, most of the weight went straight to my chest again. The platform still managed to serve its purpose, but overflown by my flesh and squealing underneath its weight it wasn't going to last for long.

Brian and I were officially an item and I think it was fair to say we were both madly in love. Right now we were looking for a place where we could live together, a place that would suit the requirements of my extraordinary size. It wasn't as easy task as you might imagine...

"How are you doing back there, love?" Brian asked with his hands firmly clasped around the steering wheel. Not that I was able to see him.

"Ever tried to put on clothes you wore when you were twelve? Yeah? Well, now imagine that sensation but with solid walls instead!" I snapped back grumpily.

"I'm sorry, this was the biggest car I could get."

I let out a sigh. "I know, it's hardly your fault that I'm too big for a van..." That was not an overstatement. In the van made for seven people, my body easily occupied the space for five... and it wasn't a good fit either. I sat in the middle of the far back seat, with a bit of an unoccupied space on both sides next to my bottom. The seats in the middle had to be taken out and my boobs spread forward pressing against the two seats in the front. From wall to wall, from ceiling to the floor, every square inch was filled with my squishy bosom. "I still feel a bit under the weather. Sorry if I'm taking it out on you..." I mumbled into the fleshy wall that blocked my view completely.

"It's alright, babe. It sucks you don't feel well on your birthday. I really thought you'd feel better by now." Brian said.

"Yeah, me too. I do feel a bit better than I did, so I hope it won't take long now."

Throughout the last week or so I was feeling nauseous, mere thought of food make me retch, and so I wasn't eating much... for my standards anyway. I even lost a couple of pounds!

It was my twenty fourth birthday and we were heading to my parents' house to celebrate, as was the family tradition. It was also the first time Brian would meet with the rest of my family, even Kelly was supposed to be there, and despite my sickness I was really excited about that. You see, I never told him much about my "little" family and I was looking forward to see the look on his face. I was a bit worried too though. I don't think I ever told him about the curse that ran in our family and I wondered how he would react when he would find out that the very much immobile Kelly was merely 130 pounds before she turned 25...

Throughout the ride my nausea was slowly but surely fading away. I was even beginning to feel quite hungry by the time Brian asked: "Is this the place? Are we there?"

"Can't see anything past my boobs, I'm afraid... You'll have to describe the house for me."

"Oh, right... sorry."

As it turned out, we were at the right place. It took a better part of an hour however to get me out of the inadequate vehicle. My nausea was just an unpleasant memory when we arrived at the front door and I couldn't wait to fill my empty stomach. Guess I'm gonna enjoy my birthday after all! I glanced at Brian and saw he was getting more nervous with every passing moment. Suddenly feeling very sorry for the guy, I decided to give him bit of a heads up. "Just so you know, uhm..." I started unsure of how to put it, "my family, well, we tend to be on the bigger side. Though I'm pretty unique when it comes to my, ehm, endowments." I said motioning to my breasts.

"I'll keep that in mind." He said before taking in a big breath and ringing the bell.

The front door slowly opened, revealing the plump figure of my mother. I learned to perceive my mother as the slim one in our family and so it came as a bit of a surprise how big she seemed to be, standing next to my actually slim boyfriend.

"Courtney!" She exclaimed. "Happy birthday!" She opened her arms and took a step forward as if in an attempt to hug me before she stopped herself, realizing it wouldn't work. Instead she turned to Brian. "And you must be Brian! Courtney told me so much about you."

"S-she did?" He asked timidly.

"Of course she did." My mom said with a big smile on her face. "Now come here." She said before pulling Brian in a squishy embrace.

"Mooom!" A loud shout came from inside the house. My mom let go of Brian and headed inside. "Come on inside you two." She told us before shouting in response. "I'm coming!"

Alone again Brian turned to me. "I see what you meant about your family."

I chuckled. You really don't.

"Daddy!" I rushed to my father, temporarily forgetting about my size. I was so glad to see him. He was so often missing from our family gatherings that it felt like I haven't seen him in ages. Before I realized what I was doing I managed to knock out the breath of him, pinning him to the wall with my boobs. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I yelped carefully backing away.

"It's alright." he managed to mumble gasping for air, slowly sliding down to the floor and out of my view. "It's good to see you, Court. Happy birthday." His voice came from somewhere behind the wall of my tits. Brian, always the caring one, rushed to him, disappearing as well.

"I'm so sor-" My apology was interrupted by my stomach, emitting sounds resembling a thunder rather than your regular growl.

"Go on, honey. I'm sure I'll be fine with this young gentleman." I didn't need to be told twice.

I left the now chattering men and hurried to the living room. It was by far the biggest room in the house, yet it still felt crowded. And there were only four of us... Amber and Cheryl were sitting on the couch, leaving only a little unoccupied space on the four seated furniture. Amber never did shed the pregnancy weight and now she was at least as big as Cheryl was. And then there was Kelly...

At my size it didn't happen very often that I was feeling small, however Kelly definitely achieved that. Maybe she wasn't gaining anymore, but she still belonged to a category of her own. Amber, Cheryl and I were all too big to fall into the category of morbid obesity, yet Kelly still outweighed the three of us put together. Kelly was so damn big, she looked a bit like she was melting and it was getting quite difficult to tell where one body part ended and where the other started. There was nothing on Kelly's body you could call small, but there was a part of her that still stood out. Her ass was huge! In fact, she was so big she would probably need a whole couch for each of her butt cheeks. Today she had to settle for the floor though, but looking at the way she polished food, she didn't seem like she was bothered by it. I heard Brian gasp behind me.

"That is what I meant."

It's been days since I enjoyed a proper meal and I was starving. My sisters might have had a head start, but I was devouring food with such ferocity that I was quickly closing the gap.

"You know, I wonder," Cheryl started, always the provocateur, "which one of you can actually eat more."

"That's easy. It's Kelly." Amber said. "Just look at their size difference! Don't get me wrong, Boobzilla here is getting ridiculously huge but... come on! Let's be real."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that. I haven't seen Kelly gobbling down food with such a passion as our 'little' sister does in years." Cheryl said. "If only there was a way to find out for sure..."

Kelly and I were eyeing each other in silent challenge when my mom entered pushing huge cart filled with food. She had a serious expression on her face and I thought it meant an end to Cheryl's shenanigans. I was going to be surprised though. "My money," she said, "is on Courtney."

And so we started. Our competition went on for the rest of the day and deep into the night. You might be asking which one of us emerged victorious in the end, but I guess you might have come to the right conclusion on your own. After all mothers always know best. The truth to be told, when Kelly finally conceded, I wasn't even feeling that full and I could go on for couple of hours... and so I did.