Chapter 1: Stress Eating
An average day in Great Lake City. Frida Casagrande is pacing around in her art studio looking at a blank canvas. She is nodding a paint brush against her face trying to think of something to paint.
Frida: Ohhh, what am I gonna paint?
She continues to pace around the room looking over the blank canvas. She then chews on the brush handle until she bit off the tip. She then starts banging her head against the wall. But no ideas came to mind. Just then, her stomach rumbled.
Frida: Oy! Maybe I should have a snack.
Frida then leaves her art studio and heads to the fridge. She opens it and looks for something to eat. Frida grabs a tamale from the fridge and eats it rather quickly. She grabs another one, and another. She ended up eating 5. While eating Frida continues to think about her planned painting.
Frida: Ugh, still nothing!
Frida then grabs a pickle jar from the fridge. After drinking the juice, she starts stuffing her face with pickles. She then finishes off the pickles and starts munching on some leftover pizza from one of Ronnie Anne's slumber parties. Then she eats some cheese, some pudding, and even some ketchup. As this went on, Frida started getting plumper. Sergio witnesses Frida gorging herself.
Sergio: Woah nelly! I thought Hector ate a lot.
Frida heard this, and she grew very ticked off. She glares at Sergio with a creepy stare.
Sergio: Yipe!
Sergio quickly flies away fearing for his life. Frida then continues eating. When she finally stopped, she was now pretty obese. Frida then heads to the living room where her niece Ronnie Anne is currently watching TV. Frida then decides to take a seat on the couch. As she sat down, Ronnie Anne quickly noticed how fat she was.
Ronnie Anne: Woah, Tía Frida, what happened to you?!
Frida: *pats her stomach* Oh I just had a little snack.
Ronnie Anne: A little?
Frida: Okay, maybe it wasn't THAT little. I'm just a little stressed out by my artist block.
Ronnie Anne: Still?
Frida: Yes, but hopefully I'll have a breakthrough tomorrow.
Ronnie Anne: I'm sure you'll come up with something soon.
Frida: Thanks, mija. I think I'll go out for some hotdogs.
Frida gets up off the couch and heads for the front door.
Ronnie Anne: But Abuela is making tacos tonight.
Frida: No worries, I'm sure I'll have room for both.
Once Frida left, Ronnie Anne gave an odd look towards the camera.
Later that night, the family had their taco dinner. With Frida eating most of them, even more so than Hector, much to his surprise.
Day 2
Frida is once again in her art studio still struggling to come up with anything. She is gorging herself on a bucket of chicken and getting plumper.
Frida: *mouthful* Ugh, why does this keep happening!?
Day 3
Frida is once again drawing a blank in her studio. She is now stuffing her face with hamburgers. Frida just smashes a burger on her forehead in a fit of anger.
Frida: *groan*.
Day 4
Frida is now eating pizza in her studio, still nothing came to mind.
Frida: *screams in rage*
Day 5
Frida had just finished eating a bucket of shrimp, and still no closer to figuring out the next painting. She was now twice her original weight.
Frida: Ugh, I've never had an art block that's gone on this long before. Oy! Has the idea well run dry for me?!
The frustrated Frida sits down on her stool. Suddenly, the stool completely collapses under her weight.
Frida: Oof, what in the world?! How on Earth did this happen?!
Frida got up off the floor, she then took a look down at her massively fat body.
Frida: Oh my, where did all this pudge come from?
She then looks over at the empty shrimp bucket.
Frida: Oh right, I've been stress eating. Looks like I might've gone overboard. Perhaps I should put the painting aside for now and shed some pounds.
So, she moved over to the middle of the room and tried touching her toes, but then she heard a loud ripping noise.
She looked back and saw a rip in the back of her dress revealing her ochre panties with purple polka dots.
Frida: Deos Mijo!
Frida covers her exposure.
Frida: Maybe I should try a different exercise. And a different outfit.
While covering the tear in her dress, she heads to her bedroom to change into a pair of gym clothes.
She was now wearing a violet sports bra, and matching shorts with 2 black stripes on the sides. The outfit really showed off her plump body. Since the sports bra only covered her chest area, her flabby belly was completely exposed. A bit of her butt crack also hung out of her shorts.
Frida: Oy, this really doesn't leave much to the imagination.
Frida starts squeezing at her belly flab. It felt like she was squeezing an oversized water balloon.
Frida: My, I'm even bigger than I was when I was pregnant. Well, time to shed these pounds.
Frida then heads into the living room where she sets up an electric exercise bike. At that moment, Ronnie Anne entered the room.
Ronnie Anne: Woah!
Ronnie Anne was surprised to see Frida in her gym outfit which really showed off how plump she was. She then walks up to Frida, trying to look away from her aunt's visible ass crack.
Ronnie Anne: H-hey Tía Frida, what are you doing?
Frida: *panting* Trying to lose all this extra fat.
Ronnie Anne: Oh, you put on weight? I never noticed.
Frida: Come on Ronnie, look at me. *grabs some of her flab* I'm essentially a human blob.
Frida then gets on the bike and starts it. The bike creaks a bit under her weight. Ronnie Anne cringed worriedly at this.
Ronnie Anne: Well, good luck with your exercise Tía Frida. I'm gonna be in my room.
With that, Ronnie Anne walked off to her room.
Frida starts peddling on the bike. As she pedals, the bike creaks a little as her weight might be a bit much for it to handle.
Frida: *whistles a little tune*.
The engine in the bike starts rumbling, though she doesn't notice at first. Suddenly, the bike begins to shake.
Frida: Huh?
The bike starts shaking rapidly and emits some smoke.
Frida: Woah, woah, hey! What's going on with this thing?!
The bike continues to shake while Frida attempts to keep it steady. Suddenly, it stops shaking. Frida for a moment was relieved thinking the problem resolved itself. Then without any warning, the bike flips forward and tosses Frida through the air.
Frida: AHHHHH!
Frida zooms through the hallway of the apartment. She ends up flying into Ronnie Anne's bedroom and right into her niece's open window. The impact of the crash made Ronnie Anne jump in alarm.
Ronnie Anne: What the heck just happened?!
Ronnie Anne then looks over and sees her aunt's huge butt sticking out of her window.
Ronnie Anne: Uhh, Tía Frida?
Frida appears stuck halfway through Ronnie Anne's bedroom window. She is squirming and kicking her legs.
Frida: Oh, hello Ronnie Anne. It seems I've gotten myself into a tight spot. Can you help me?
Ronnie Anne: Okay, how?
Frida: I don't know, maybe pull on my legs.
Ronnie Anne: Okay then.
Ronnie Anne starts pulling on Frida's legs in an attempt to get her out of the window. But she wouldn't budge, and Ronnie Anne soon lost her grip before falling on her butt.
Ronnie Anne: Oof!
Frida: Are you okay, mija?
Ronnie Anne: *rubs her butt* Yeah, I'm fine.
Ronnie Anne gets up off the floor and looks over the situation for a bit. She could see that Frida's middle was firmly wedged in the window. Her belly flab was bulging around the frame of the window.
Ronnie Anne: Maybe I can try pushing you through.
So, Ronnie Anne tried to push Frida by her giant butt, but it only caused a roll of fat the size of a tire to squish up around the window frame. Frida also attempted to pull herself out by grabbing the railing of the fire escape outside of Ronnie Anne's window. Ronnie Anne pushed and shoved with her hands, her shoulders, and her back. But Frida still wouldn't budge.
Frida: Oy, it's no use Ronnie Anne, I'm stuck!
Ronnie Anne: I know, I'll ram myself into you.
So, she did just that, but she only ended up bouncing off of her butt on impact. Ronnie Anne falls back on the floor again.
Ronnie Anne: Ow! Dang it! Okay maybe this isn't gonna work. Your butt's like a bounce house!
Frida: Hey!
Ronnie Anne then walks up to Frida's butt and rests her hand on it. She tries to think up another plan.
Ronnie Anne: Okay, maybe I should try to get some backup to help get you out of there.
Frida: Good idea, and please tell them not to laugh at me.
Ronnie Anne: Okay, just wait there.
Ronnie Anne then leaves to get some help.
Frida: As if I could even go anywhere.
Before long, Carlotta, Maria, Bobby, Carl, and Carlos were witnessing Frida in her predicament.
Carlotta: Goodness, Mom what happened to you?!
Frida: A little exercising mishap got me stuck in this window,
Carl: *snicker*.
Ronnie Anne thwacks Carl in the back of the head.
Carl: Ow! Hey!
Carlos: Hang in there, dear. We'll get you out.
Soon enough Ronnie Anne, Carl, and Carlotta were inside the bedroom pushing Frida's big butt. Bobby, Maria, and Carlos were outside on the fire escape trying to pull Frida out.
But Frida still wouldn't budge. Ronnie Anne attempted to stuff her flab through the window frame, but there was too much to fit through. They then try to lather her up with soap and push her through again.
Carlotta: Come on! This is the slipperiest brand of soap available!
Carl: Even slipperier than butter?
Carlotta: Yes!
The puller's hands became all slippery due to the soap.
Maria: Darn soap! I can't get a good grip!
Maria's hands then slip and she falls back and hits her back on the fire escape railing.
Maria: *holds in the urge to swear* Ow!
Carlos: Darn it Frida, you and your stress eating!
Frida: Oy! I'm so sorry to be a burden on everyone.
Frida starts crying a river of tears. Maria shakes her head in disappointment at Carlos.
Carlos: Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed out by all these failed attempts to get you out. I didn't mean to make you feel that way.
Frida: It's fine honey, this one's on me for eating too much.
Carlos then kneels down before his wife and wipes away her tears.
Carlos: You know, despite putting on weight, you're still as beautiful as ever.
Frida: *sniffs* Really?
Carlos: Sí, mi amor.
The two share a passionate kiss. Carl gags at this sappy moment between his parents. Carlotta notices this and pinches his ear.
Carl: Ow, come on!
Maria: Ahem, I don't mean to sour the mood here, but we still need to figure out the situation here.
The current family members thought about this hard. They pondered for a bit. Carl rested his head on his mom's butt.
Carlotta: I got one idea, though I don't think anyone's gonna like it.
Ronnie Anne: What's that Carlotta?
Carlotta: I think we should wait it out a while, for mom to get a little slimmer.
All: WHAT!?
Carlotta: I know it sounds crazy, and kinda weird. But perhaps if we wait it out for a while, and maybe feed her in small portions with less fattening food, she'll eventually be thin enough for us to squeeze her out.
Carl: I think it's gonna take a long time to slim down this big behind.
Then Carl suddenly slapped Frida's left butt cheek.
Frida: CARL!
Ronnie Anne: But doesn't that mean I have to wake up every morning to see THIS?!
Ronnie Anne points at Frida's big butt.
Carlotta: Kinda, but it's just until she gets thin enough to get unstuck.
Carl: Heh, I sure would hate to be you right now Ronnie.
Ronnie Anne just grumbled to herself at this.
Carlotta pats Ronnie Anne's shoulder.
Carlotta: Don't worry, Ronnie Anne, it'll only be for a while. Mom will be out of your window before you know it.
Carlotta also pats her mom's bottom.
Carlotta: And mom, I can assure you that when you finally thin out, we'll all be here to get you out once and for all.
Frida: Thanks everyone, really.
Frida then starts crying again. Her tears end up soaking some passerby. Sometime later, Ronnie Anne is sitting on her bed, looking rather annoyed to have to see her aunt's butt in her room for a while.
Frida: Well, Ronnie Anne looks like you're gonna be stuck with me for a while.
Ronnie Anne: Don't remind me.
Frida: Hey, it's not a picnic for me either. I'm the one who has to stay in this one spot for who knows how long. At least try to make the best of it, mija.
Ronnie Anne: Ugh, okay.
Ronnie Anne then sets up a little chair underneath Frida and then rests her head against Frida's butt.
Ronnie Anne: Comfy.
Ronnie Anne begins to relax on her aunt's big butt.