Weighing In with Love

The room temperature was high, even though the place was empty. The lights were bright and blinding. The coach had turned them on to make us feel more uncomfortable, but I already felt uncomfortable enough. Kneeling on the metal scale, I held my breath. The numbers shone brightly in green: *149*.

That's...surprisingly not that bad. My break had been a good one; I didn't eat my way through it or anything. But *this*? This is ridiculous.

I can't let others know how good this looks. It could be a fluke, like when your scale is broken and you're sure you gained weight but you're wrong because it had been stuck at the same number for three weeks and now it finally registered the correct weight. For all I know, this scale could just be broken like that one was.

So I tried again.

*148*.

The scale really wasn't broken! If anything, it was working correctly. I'm going to have to hide this from everyone else or they'll think I lost weight over the break and start asking me how I did it - diets, exercise, etc. They'll ask me what diet I recommend to lose weight and what exercises I do and they'll want to try them too! And they'll lose weight! And then they'll keep asking me questions about it until I slip up and tell them that the only thing that helped me lose weight was...

Oh god, oh no, oh god, oh no...

I didn't gain weight over break. This is how much I weigh now; how much I always weigh! But how can that be? What happened during my break? How did this happen?! I can barely stand up straight! On top of that, why am I so horny?! Why does every part of my body feel like it's vibrating with energy? Why won't my mind shut off? There's so many thoughts running through my head right now! So many desires and urges! And if there are so many thoughts in my head than...

Oh god! Oh no! Oh god!

"Do you think you've gained weight?" asked the captain who sat next to me at lunch - out of everyone in our class she was the closest to me in terms of personality. She noticed immediately after school started back up that something was different about me - she knew before anyone else did that something had changed about me and she wanted answers. Before any of them could notice, we decided to meet up after practice today and see if we could talk about what was different about each other. Obviously it didn't work out as well as we planned because here we are weighing ourselves on a scale in an empty locker room with bright lights on us baring our bodies for all eyes to see in their most vulnerable positions...

*149*.

Oh god! No! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! NOOOOOOO!!!

Once again (and several more times after), Kailey weighs herself on the same scale at the gym where her college volleyball team gathers for practice after school every day during their season (when they're not having time off). Each time she weighs herself, she gets a slightly different number - a number lower than last time - but never any lower than *149*. Her teammates notice her strange behavior - especially the captain who sits next to her - but they can't figure out why she's acting differently without her coming clean and telling them what's going on (or showing them what's gone on).