Miley Gets Fat Part I: The Gain & The Shower
At the age of sixteen, Miley Cyrus had it all. In fact, she had so much, to try and name everything seemed absurd. For starters there was fame, money, glory, a successful recording career, a highly rated TV show, endorsements, merchandising, and the brightest prospects of any teen actor in Hollywood. She'd achieved a success beyond her years and popular consensus was that she hadn't even peaked yet.
If only she hadn't eaten that Snickers.
In all fairness, it probably wasn't that particular Snickers, but a combination of forces that all happened to catalyze in that chocolate bar. In reality it all had to do with the fact that Miley was, after all, a teenage girl, and teenage girls have notoriously fickle metabolisms as they go through puberty. One day it can take an entire apple pie in the blink of an eye without any effect and the next day that same apple pie will leave the reminder of some extra girth around the belly. Miley definitely had a fast metabolism, helped out by the fact that she led a very active lifestyle, what with filming Hannah Montana, her national concert tour, and everything else she did to help promote her name and strengthen her growing multimedia empire.
But even superstars have to take a rest some time and Miley was no exception. The entire Cyrus clan needed a break and they decided that a family vacation would be the perfect break for everyone, Miley especially. They settled upon a trip to Hawaii where the family rented a large private villa on the beach to ensure that they were far from the prying eyes of the press, allowing everyone to truly relax.
It was somewhere over the Pacific Ocean that Billy Ray offered his daughter a Snickers bar from the stash of snacks that they'd brought to sustain them on the flight. With a word of thanks, Miley took it and bit in.
It was in that moment of gooey chocolate, caramel, and peanut-filled ecstasy that Miley realized it had been ages since she'd had a Snickers. Though her usual diet kept in mind that Miley was a growing girl and made sure she got enough to eat, it was still designed to keep her from growing too much—especially horizontally. A Snickers bar was an infrequent indulgence for Miley and the rarity of it was probably what made it taste so good to the brunette pop star. In fact, it was so good that Miley made sure that there were more on hand during the family vacation.
Seeing as it was vacation, nobody made a fuss. After all, it had been a busy year for Miley and the vacation was designed to be an escape from all of the worries and stresses of Hollywood. Miley's parents thought that there was no reason it couldn't be a vacation from her usual dietary concerns as well. That Snickers bar set the tone for the two week Hawaiian vacation which quickly became filled with so much delicious food that it would have shocked everyone in the entertainment industry had they known about it. The media would have gleefully pounced on any report of Miley's indulgent meals and made the usual not-so-witty speculations as to whether audiences would be "seeing more" of the teen pop star, but secrecy was maintained throughout the entire vacation. This was largely due to the fact that the press had been conveniently misdirected after a "leak" reported that the Cyruses had gone to Aspen for skiing.
When Miley landed on the mainland, she brought five pounds more with her than she'd left with. Nobody from the assistants to executives to the Cyruses themselves thought anything of it. After all, everyone relaxes on a vacation, including their vigilance over what they eat. To put any fears to rest Miley resumed her regular diet—or so it seemed from outward appearances. What people didn't know was that now that Miley had tasted of the fruit of the tree that is called Real Food, she didn't want to go back. Whether on set or at home, Miley somehow found a way to sneak snacks at every corner. Indeed, she was so good about it that nobody noticed it.
Nobody noticed it until her five temporary vacation pounds became part of the fifteen permanent pounds that were collecting around her belly and hips. This realization set off considerable alarm amongst everyone who had any connection at all to Miley. The TV executives said she needed to lose weight. The music executives said she needed to lose weight. The merchandising executives said she needed to lose weight. Her manager said she needed to lose weight. Her agent said she needed to lose weight. Her parents said she needed to lose weight—adding what everyone else thought but wouldn't say: they could lose it all if she didn't.
There were two problems to this. Miley's hummingbird metabolism had slowed to that of a hippo. Maybe that Snickers had triggered something inside her biology. Maybe it was just a case of bad timing. Either way, nothing short of a full on crash diet would have gotten those fifteen pounds off of Miley. That possibility had been discussed and everyone associated with the Miley Cyrus brand knew that simply was not an option. There had been considerable negative publicity regarding actresses and models having to starve themselves to be "thin enough", so if word got out that Miley was doing the same, it could backfire and ruin everything as surely as if Miley stayed fat. Furthermore, her parents were adamantly against it anyways. Even if the execs had pressured for it, they were still her parents and she was still their daughter. They weren't going to starve her like that—even if it meant potentially losing everything.
The other problem was that after being told by everyone in her life that she had to do this or that, Miley didn't want to. Perhaps it was a reaction against her entire life being managed since she'd started with [I]Hannah Montana[/I]. Perhaps it was because Miley was a teenage girl who was stretching her wings as a person, and the only thing she could really control was what she ate. So, knowing full well that keeping up her snacking could cost her everything, Miley ate a Snickers bar whenever she wanted—which was becoming increasingly more and more often. After all, Miley had discovered that she really loved those Snicker bars.
At twenty newfound pounds the execs were starting to get antsy. "This is beginning to get out of hand," they said, "The press started noticing five pounds ago. They're hammering her. We've got to do something!"
At thirty extra pounds, advertisers began to get worried. "They might pull all your endorsements. Do you know how much we'd lose if they do?" they said, "If we lose the ad revenue, we could lose it all!"
At a chunky forty pounds, the TV bigwigs decided they'd had enough. There were other tween series that they'd kept waiting in the wings for the moment when Hannah Montana had run its course—which they decided was now. The series was wound down with the emotional goodbyes of the last episode and soon the once-bulletproof Hannah Montana was relegated to limited syndication before eventually disappearing in favor of other emerging shows.
It was then that everything ended. The music contract was severed. The endorsements were gone. "If you're not even going to try to get your weight under control, then we don't have much of a choice," the execs said as they moved onto more lucrative talent.
In reality it wasn't as if Miley had been trying to get fat. It wasn't like she'd wanted to spite them all, to throw away her entire career. She just wanted to have a Snickers now and then or maybe some potato chips here and there. Maybe have some popcorn when she watched a movie. Eat a hot dog once in a while. Actually enjoy herself when the Cyrus clan gathered for some good old home cooking, deep fried and all. When she had dinner out somewhere, she wanted to have a hot fudge sundae if she felt like it or even do the unthinkable—order a banana split! All of that had been simply inconceivable when she'd been a protected, managed, handled, up-and-coming young star, but suddenly Miley found herself just a seventeen year old girl who could eat whatever she wanted.
Now, to say that she was a normal seventeen year old girl would have been a stretch, for she had a gigantic, well-managed trust fund that she'd get access to when she turned eighteen. In the meantime, she had a decent allowance to cover her wants and needs. Still, with Hollywood no longer calling, Miley decided to do what other girls her age did: go to school. Now, granted, Miley's education had been eclectic, hurried, and sporadically inserted between show tapings, concerts, photo shoots, and public appearances, but she'd had it all the same. Though she'd grown fat, Miley hadn't grown stupid or lazy. Indeed, studying had become somewhat of an escape from the rigors of the life of a pop star for Miley, so it was a pleasure for her to delve into her studies. She continued with her independent home study and shortly after her eighteenth birthday she received her high school diploma. Of course, the fact that Miley studied at home made it so that she always had her favorite foods on hand so that her mind and waistline expanded in unison.
Of course, the passage of Miley's milestone birthday and the inheritance of her vast fortune was commented on by the various celebrity magazines and media. One tabloid was even so brash as to make their headline: "MILEY CYRUS: FROM HEARTTHROB TO FAT SLOB" with the latest snapshots they had of the roly-poly starlet. Miley didn't see the tabloids that much and it was good that she didn't. She acutely knew she had become fat. She experienced it every time she put on a pair of jeans, which always seemed to be tighter than she last remembered. She felt it every time she had to tug her shirt back down to cover her wide tummy. She was now beginning to feel it as her thighs rubbed together every time she took a step.
All of this was on the periphery of Miley's life. What was front and center was that she realized once she got her diploma that there was very little reason to stay in Hollywood anymore. It certainly held nothing for her now that her career was effectively over. Sure, there had been a couple of endorsements for plus-sized clothing stores towards the end of Hannah Montana, but now even they were gone, trying to scout more relevant spokespeople (rather than an ex-TV star) to elevate their brand.
Miley had always wanted to go back to Tennessee, which embodied for her what a normal life was. She'd lived outside of Nashville before she'd been famous and a lot of her family was there. Hollywood was more of a job than anything else, even when she had lived in the luxury of a mansion. Maybe it never rained in Southern California, but it wasn't home.
Accordingly, Miley applied for admission to Vanderbilt University's next freshman class. Though her application had been a little late, admissions officials didn't mind a bit since it was accompanied by a donation to the university's latest fundraising efforts. In fact, it was a week later that she was told that the University would be more than glad to accept her next fall.
The prospect excited Miley in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. For once she'd truly be a normal girl again. She'd live in the dorms, make friends who liked her for who she was, stay up late watching movies with those same friends, go to football and basketball games, and have to cram for tests. All of this was much more important to Miley than getting a degree. She had enough money to live comfortably doing whatever she wanted for the rest of her life. She just wanted to be as regular as possible and experience what everyone else got to do—which honestly looked rather fun since there was no worrying about having the intrusive press and inescapable glare of the spotlight. To ensure that she would truly be able to have a normal college experience, Miley quietly decided to change her last name from Cyrus to Stanton to ensure that no one would think her anyone except the girl they met.
This didn't change the fact that it would be more than eight months before she could actually start at Vanderbilt. The rest of the family was still well rooted in Los Angeles. Trace had his music career to pursue and Billy Ray was still enjoying residual fame from her daughter's success. He had a new album coming out soon and was now somewhat of a fixture about Hollywood. Though Miley had grown tired of LA, nobody else had.
The family was not unsympathetic to her feelings. After quite a bit of discussion, it was agreed that it wasn't a bad idea for Miley to have a slice of "regular life" prior to going to college. A couple quick inquiries to family members found that Miley's Aunt Pat would be more than happy to have one of her favorite nieces stay with her until Vanderbilt was ready for her. Aunt Pat lived in the small town of Green Falls, not that far from Nashville. Spending time there would help Miley reintegrate into life "back home", as well as give her some place she could always go when she had a long break from school or just wanted to unwind over a weekend after a tough week. A quick visit to see her Aunt Pat was all Miley needed to decide this was exactly where she wanted to make her home until she went to college. It was only a few weeks later that Miley was moved into one of Aunt Pat's extra rooms with her most cherished possessions.
Life in Green Falls proved to be as normal as Miley could ask for. Since Miley didn't have school, she helped out where she could around the house, which didn't take much keeping up. She volunteered from time to time at the library. When the local high school got out, Miley made her way to the popular teen hangouts. A couple of introductions by Aunt Pat helped Miley to get to know some of the local girls who quickly introduced her around and pretty soon, she was just another one of the girls.
Indeed, Miley blended in well. A good 40% of the girls in Green Fall had figures similar to Miley's, largely due to the fact that no self-respecting family in Tennessee was unable to cook up a delicious spread for every meal. As a result, a much larger percentage of the population was fatter than in Los Angeles, and accordingly there wasn't as much ridicule associated with bigger people because they made up a larger portion of the population. Though there were still the classically thin beauties at Green Falls High that were sure to catch every boy's eye, they weren't as aloof as girls in image-conscious Los Angeles. In fact, the first thing that Emily Dickinson, one of the most popular girls at Green Falls High, did upon meeting Miley was invite her over to the party she was having to watch the Titans playoff game that weekend.
Green Fall was, in its own way, one big family. Everybody knew everybody. After Miley had arrived, she got no less than three plates of cookies brought by Aunt Pat's neighbors to welcome her to town. By the end of the second week, everybody knew Miley's name and greeted her whenever she passed into town. It was the sort of place that people settled in for their entire lives. A number of people lived in homes their grandparents had lived in. When people found out that Miley was going to Vanderbilt in the fall, it was quite a feather in her hat. It was not a large number of kids from the high school went to university, and very few ever made it to Vanderbilt.
This wasn't to suggest that there weren't cliques in Green Falls, for there certainly were among both the youth and the adults. However, there was still a pleasantness that permeated the entire town. Though there were the fights and feuds that erupted from time to time, soon enough things were worked out and smoothed over. It truly felt like home to Miley, making it all the easier for her to settle in.
Of course, Aunt Pat's cooking also helped Miley feel right at home. There was nary a meal that was laid on her table that wasn't utterly delicious and there was almost always a tempting dessert as a finale. It was no surprise that Miley kept growing wider and wider once she moved to Green Falls. Indeed, as winter passed into spring, Miley was sporting plenty of winter blubber from staying inside by the cozy fire. Indeed, by this point Miley had piled on over 90 pounds since that first Snickers.
This is where our story truly begins.
With a yawn and a stretch, Miley silenced her alarm clock which buzzed loudly on her bedside table. Any other teenage girl in Green Falls, Tennessee would have given just about anything for the "annoyance" of having to wake up at the leisurely hour of 9:00 AM on a weekday. Miley, however, had to fight the urge to roll back over in bed and hit the snooze button.
Wearing nothing but a silken nightgown that clung to her curves, Miley padded across the room, her bulk shifting from side to side as she did so. She drew back the gently wafting lacy curtains from her window and stuck her head out to take in the morning. It took only a deep breath, which swelled her already large chest, for Miley to know that it would be a beautiful late spring day.
Miley pulled her head back inside and left her bedroom to head down the hall.
"Morning Aunt Pat!" she called down the stairs in her Southern drawl, minimized, but not eliminated, by years of voice training.
"Good morning Miley! Coming down for breakfast?" came the reply from somewhere downstairs.
"I'm gonna take a shower first and be down after that," Miley said.
"All right dear. You take your time."
Miley entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She pulled back the shower curtain a bit and sleepily fumbled for the hot water knob so she could let it run a little bit before she got in, ensuring a refreshingly nice and warm stream of water when she stepped in. Miley pulled her nightgown over her head in a big yawning stretch, letting it fall to the floor. She was never truly awake until she took a shower, nor did she look at all human until afterwards, so she instinctively avoided the mirror so as not to see her tousled brown hair.
After testing the water to make sure it was to her liking, Miley pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in, letting the warm water run all over her large, vast body. Her morning shower was always a joy for Miley. She loved the feel of the small, but strong, jets of water as they contacted her smooth skin. Rivulets of water ran over her soft shoulders and were funneled between her large breasts. To call them breasts even seemed a disservice. Miley's massive mammaries were the size of melons and looked just as tasty and inviting. Needless to say, many of the boys of Green Falls had salivated over them from Miley's first appearance in the town, and she knew it. Miley sometimes wore v neck shirts to show off some tasteful cleavage whenever she wanted to make a splash at a social event. Their development during Miley's plumpening had definitely been a highlight of the process and with such sizable assets she truly felt like she'd transitioned into womanhood.
Below her jiggling jugs was Miley's wide belly. She sported a large spare tire with a deep belly button that emphasized its sheer size. Her breasts stuck out further than her belly did, but her vast tummy was definitely a close second. It sat above whatever pants Miley chose to wear on a given day, often flowing over her waistband, creating a delicious muffin top that showed Miley ate plenty of Aunt Pat's muffins. Her love handles, deliciously spilling over the sides of her pants, were crying out for a good squeeze and there were a few boys who would have been willing to do so if asked.
Miley began to hum some random air as she soaped up her big belly, feeling her way underneath it to make sure she got everything. She had long past the point where she could see much of anything past her gut while standing straight up without the help of a mirror. The situation was a far cry from that of the pop star who had been a beanpole with little of anything blocking her view of her feet, but Miley didn't much mind. Life in since then been wonderful. Still, she never sang in public to avoid being noticed. The only place she did sing was in the shower, and today was no different than any other day. The hum soon became a country song that she'd heard on the radio the other day, but she put her own spin on it as she sang. The last thing she wanted to sing was any songs she'd done back in Hollywood. She'd sung all of that too much and there was good music out there to sing along with.
Miley's hips were proportional with her large belly. They curved around in a wide, soft circle, promising a cushy treat on the other side. They didn't disappoint, for Miley sported a large round butt. Her cheeks were smooth and soft, providing a generous cushion for Miley wherever she chose to sit. As she sang in the shower, she shimmied around a bit, remembering a couple of her old dance moves. This caused her butt cheeks to jiggle like they were made of Jell-O. Her rump frequently moved to the beat of its own drum. When Miley would walk, it would sashay from side to side seductively. Her hips tapered ever so slightly to Miley's sturdy, thick thighs. Like her posterior, they shook with every step that Miley took, rubbing together with every movement. The sensation had surprised Miley the first time it happened, but now it was a feeling so natural that she barely even noticed it when she hastened downstairs to lunch. Even her calves were deliciously plump, complimenting her thunder thighs.
As Miley reached up to reposition the shower nozzle, her upper arms wobbled in time with the beat she was keeping as she sang. Miley put her face under the water and experienced a warm rush. Miley's blue eyes were still crystal clear and honest, one of the few parts of her appearance that hadn't changed in the last couple years. If anything they sparkled more in her new small town life. Once Miley had been embarrassed about her chipmunk cheeks, but over the past couple year's she'd grown truly chubby cheeks and found that she didn't mind them at all. Plenty of people even said they were really quite cute. Her double chin was a fitting completion of her face and only added to her natural beauty.
With a final playful crescendo to end the song, Miley shut off the water and reached out to grab her towel so she could dry off and get dressed. After brushing her teeth and drying her hair, Miley put on some light makeup before getting dressed. Like many girls in Green Falls, she chose a pair of blue jeans with pockets that emphasized her butt—not that it needed any emphasizing for Miley. She threw on a blue and white button up blouse that was filled out by all of her curves. A few buttons left undone to show some tasty cleavage helped give the shirt the right amount of sass for Miley's taste.
As she bounced down the stairs, she couldn't help but take deep breath to inhale the delicious smells that led her as sure as a map to the kitchen.
"What's cooking Aunt Pat?" Miley said with anticipation.
"Thought you might like some pancakes this morning," Aunt Pat said as she got a plate ready for her niece, "You sleep well Miley?"
"Oh, just dandy Aunt Pat!" Miley said with enthusiasm as she grabbed the maple syrup from the cupboard.
"Thought you might like it," Aunt Pat said, placing a large stack of flapjacks in front of Miley, "Dig in."
Miley didn't wait an instant. "Oh they're blueberry!" Miley said through a mouthful of sticky pancakes.
Aunt Pat only smiled wider. "Thought you might like a little surprise," she said, "especially because I know you're always so hungry when you come down in the morning that you barely look at your first few bites of food."
"You trying to tell me I eat too fast?" Miley said playfully.
"Not at all honey," Aunt Pat said, "I'm just glad you like them."
"Oh I love everything you make," Miley said, "I know I've said it before, but it's so nice to eat real food all the time."
As usual, Aunt Pat blushed. "They must have really starved you out in California if you think my cooking is that good. I could never hold a candle to Jill Benton."
"You could too!" Miley insisted as she wolfed down her pancakes, "I had her apple cobbler last week when Haley invited me over and it wasn't half as good as your's! I'm going to make you enter it in the county fair this year. I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Well, the fair is still two months off. We'll just see about that," Aunt Pat said with a little smile, "Going into the library today?"
"Yeah. Thought I would. Charity could probably use the help," Miley said, referencing the librarian who oversaw the Hatchard Library there in Green Falls, "Besides, the high school's got a half day today. If I go to the library, I can stop by the diner and see Amelia at lunch."
"That sounds like a lovely idea," Aunt Pat said. She turned around and was not surprised to see that Miley had finished her pancakes, "Want some more?"
"No, but those were great! You're the best Aunt Pat!" Miley said with genuine enthusiasm and appreciation. She gave her aunt a huge bear hug.
"If all those boys at the high school knew that the way to your heart was through a good meal you'd have them all wanting to buy you lunch this afternoon," Aunt Pat said.
Miley laughed. "Sure they would. Will you want me later in the afternoon?"
"Nope. But if while you're in town you could remember to get some cookie dough that would be good," Aunt Pat said, "It seems somebody sneaked into the kitchen and ate it all last night."
Miley put a hand to her mouth in mock shock. "How horrible! We better make sure to lock the doors tonight then. I'll be sure to get some more for you." She then darted—if someone of Miley's size could actually be said to be able to dart at all—out the back door of the kitchen to get to her car. "Bye Aunt Pat!"
"If I want to keep my cookie dough, the only door I should lock is your's," Aunt Pat said to herself as she waved her niece goodbye.