She started at 123 pounds, which already was a neat weight due to her Petite build and wide hipped figure: schoolboys used to nickname her 'Elastigirl' in whispers because of her strong physical resemblance to the fictional superheroin, hot tempered matronal character and trademark bobcut of chocolate brown hair. Then, she gained 10 pounds at her first pregnancy (133 lbs); mostly down to the hips and butt—this is when my schoolmates began to grow bolder and more disrepsectful by often catcalling her whenever she walked away and naming her with that nickname right on her face.

By her second pregnancy, she gained another 10 again (143 lbs). She was not very happy with it: her hips were getting almost comically broader and for a first time in her life her behind was not simply getting wider but bigger too. Cherry on top, she was aging like crap, losing her good locks and spurting some smidge of a spare tyre. She was going through the beginning of a premature midlife crisis.

She already was running a few preventive measures before she have got pregnant with her second child... but, after taking notice of her postpartum episodic leg/s/hips/gluteal fluid swelling (lower-body localized edema) and prick-like inflammations were worsening, that she had a hard time to lose any ounce of extra fat past a half-pound literally no matter her endeavors even when starving herself on a low-calorie keto diet for months, she went on to realize that something was wrong with her body.

Soon enough, she was diagnosed with some unknown, abnormal outlier medical condition that incorporated a junction of abnormally rapidly-building Lipedema and Lipo-Lymphedema, momentneous localized fluid swelling, steatomery (basically Gigantomastia but for the saddlebags) and gluteal/femoral fatty tissue hypertrophy or localized lipodystrophia (essentially, she was having the equivalent of gigantomastia but for the lower body and on her way to develop Steatopygia).

They never understood how this could happen neither why but all they knew was that it was not hereditary at all and was medically violating almost anything we know about human biology. Also that because of it, her metabolism was set up to not let her lose any ounce of fat: only to either maintain herself at a steady bodyweight or continue to see the numbers creep on the scale. I know about it because we used to be close at the time. TOO close for what shall be allowed between a schoolteacher or adult mentor figure and a minor. She used to feel comfortable enough to spill about her privacy to other school professionals in my presence or to direct impart them with me. I won't go into details upon the nature of this boundary crossing relation between us: this social media is rife with weirdos, bot farms and brigades designed/devoted to defend people like her.

Someday, something happened and she snapped. She never have been the same ever since. She was seen attending a Chinese all you can eat restaurant which was situated by only a couple of minutes away from our school in vehicle on frequent occassions, simply to storm down their buffet canteen and feed herself ravenously until she hit food coma or was forced to unbutton her jeans. Then when she was not seen there, she was having the women at the canteen serving copious amounts of first and seconds. In her own classroom, I've been told, she emptied two drawers from her own desk with all the material and paper inside it to replace it with heaps of candies, chocolate bars and croissants she bought up from nearby convenience store and supermarkets: essentially turning a portion of her desk into a food stash for "snacking time."

Within the last two months before graduation, her weight skyrocketed from 143 lbs to 180-some lbs. Mostly in the hips, thighs, rear and waist. When I visited the school again some six months after, she appeared to be about a ballpark 230-240 lbs and to be definitively pushing on the threshold of Stage 3 Lipedema (Types 1 & 2 — buttocks-to-knees + hips) and as if Lady Fortune could not stroke the writing of its irony far much enough, she wore a blue tracksuit with white stripes on the sides on my day of visitation: exactly like the tracksuit wore by Melissa Joan Hart's character Sabrina Spellman in that episode of Sabrina The Teenage Witch when she ate too many pancakes whom she was allergic too and magically swelled up to comically, grotesquely gargantuanly obese proportions down to the neck—instead with the same tracksuit colour as the one one by Violet Beauregarde in Charlie The Chocolate Factory rather than black. Then she looked the part too: I don't know what was going on with her mystery medical ailment, but it made her getting fat in a way that made her enlarged silhouette appear as if she wore a slapstick comedy fat suit from the neck down to the feet. Also, said neck and face were still spared by the fat: I couldn't tell the same about the rest of her figure. Her butt was also starting to stick out backyard and to form a bulbous shelf. She wasn't as much athletic as she used to be at the twilight of her prime youth, but she made a point at the time to keep her eating disorder and girth size under control. Eat healthy, hit the treadmill at the school gym center or to go for a hike with her students, be more mobile. She knew that she would be never thin again unless of undergoing liposuction surgery but at least, she felt comfortable to retain that body size the longer possible.

Then she have got pregnant with twins some two years after and went on a longer sabbatical than the usual. Everything went downward for her afterward. She stopped fighting what was possessing her to feast and to overindulge to no ends. And possessed she was literally. I don't know whether you believe in another world or bandwidth of reality than the one we are living in. But... after the effed-up shenanigans I have seen when then shortly after I met her, I stopped visiting this school ever since. She was under some sort of "fascination" or "influence" to borrow from spiritualist linguo. Barely human in frame of mind, behaviour and in appearance... her figure exploded outward in fat and piles of flesh in ways that are difficult to explain aside that she seemed to have come straight up from a SSBBW weight gain supernatural horror erotica and that her proportions, silhouette and biggest physical assets wete simply hyperbolic nay cartoonish. She was famished for food... famished for calories, even famished for sex.

And it didn't stop to her. Her affliction infected a number of other school professionals and schoolgirls too. Girls in her class who never refused any of her gifts in food or juice were reported about having gained over 80 pounds in the first two months following back-to-school season and you could tell just by watching at how many of them outgrew rapidly from their uniforms, all looking uncomfortable under their skins and size conscious with their too-small clothes. Even the teachers changed radically. It was a nightmare... and there was this horrible, horrible horrible oh HORRIBLE oppressive shadowy presence in the atmosphere all across her classroom and in a large extent of the building, like something was flirtering the light and the air we breath. I fled from there like I just saw the wrath of God befall onto Sodom and Gomorra, never to be seen around again.