Kim Attempts to Exercise (Kim Chapter 17)

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Great addition. I’d love to see more.  It would be Interesting to see how her friends treat her, especially after the prom debacle 

 

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Kim Attempts to Exercise (Kim Chapter 17)

Despite her rampant denial, Kim knew on some level that she needed to lose weight. There was no way she could measure up on stage next to Melanie and the other prom contestants who, she knew, often spent hours in the gym working on their figures. Kim had certain natural advantages over these girls, and she had lorded it over them for years, but her indulgent habits were slowly getting the better of her and her weight gain was getting out of control. It was becoming difficult to struggle into her girdle every morning, and sometimes took as long as half an hour to fully fasten the thing around her bulging, gluttonous middle.

In fact, it was only thanks to the girdle’s almost magical effectiveness and the prominence of her chest and bum that allowed the stuck up queen of Westwood High to maintain something resembling an hourglass shape. Kim’s industrial strength "control shapewear" and her naturally endowed assets worked in combination with her extensive beauty routine, which kept her hair and skin looking absolutely flawless at all times, so she stayed among the most attractive girls at school.

Nevertheless, Kim recognized the need to do at least something about the mass of wobbling flesh that now made up her midsection. It's not like she was fat or anything... she just needed to lose a few pounds and the girdle would take care of the rest. To make matters worse for the snobby blonde, she had eaten an entire large barbecue pizza for dinner the night before… for the second time that week. In fact, it was a wonder Kim was able to keep any semblance of a figure at all with the amount she’d been eating. If there was any hope of competing with that upstart Melanie and those other wannabes, something had to be done.

Today is Saturday and, free from the obligation of carefully cultivating her appearance for a day at school, Kim finds herself with several hours to spare in the morning. Feeling the full effects of the last night’s pizza binge, she reluctantly makes up her mind to actually try… exercising. Her parents, wealthy as they are, keep a gym in the basement of the house complete with weights, cardio machines, and a large widescreen TV. It was a place Kim had frequented during her days as a soccer player, but her workouts had gradually lessened as she became preoccupied with retaining her top spot in the social hierarchy at Westwood High. Her obsession with becoming prom queen overtook everything else, and now she only cares about what will help her win: fashion, makeup, gossip, social media, and above all, her physical appearance.

Today, having resigned herself to something she hasn't done in years, Kim descends the stairs down into the lower level of her house and flicks on the lights of the gym. Despite being in private, she still felt the need to dress appropriately, and is wearing a black lycra sports bra with matching high waisted leggings. With the prissy blonde’s old workout clothes no longer fitting, Kim had ordered these online (under a fake name) to avoid the embarrassment of publicly buying something several sizes larger than her "real" size. The sports bra squeezes her voluptuous breasts together, doing its best to hold them in place. Tight as it is, the skintight material still can’t stop Kim’s chest retaining its trademark jiggle as she makes her way over to the treadmill.

When ordering the outfit, Kim felt fortunate that high-waisted fitness pants are in style, as the waistband of her leggings stretches up and over her corpulent gut, covering and at least somewhat constraining the mass of bulging flesh. She can feel the flab around her waist being pressed inwards by the compression material, which is pulled all the way up over her belly button. On her feet Kim is sporting pair of bright, stylish running shoes - the newest and most expensive Nike had available.

The gorgeous, stuck up blonde steps on to the treadmill and starts at a slow walking pace, trying to remember how far and fast she used to run when she played soccer. She thinks for a moment - Ah, 9.5 for 30 minutes, that was it. And maybe she would do some weights after, too. No harm in toning up her ass a little to look absolutely perfect on stage.

Kim had always got bored during her workouts, so she switches on the TV for some entertainment. Reaching down with a chubby finger, she presses and holds the + button on the treadmill, and the digital number starts to increase - 2.7 - 3.5 - 4.9 - 6.1 - 8.3 - 9.5 - she lets go. Kim looks up at the TV - it’s a commercial playing - boring! Slowly she feels the movement of the treadmill under her as it begins to catch up to her selection. Her legs start to move in rhythm to match the pace, and she feels her breasts jiggling up and down with each step. She gets her arms in motion too - this isn’t so bad! Working off 10, 15, 20 lbs should be easy. Around her waistline, Kim feels her belly start to move, still constrained by the tight black lycra of her leggings.

The pace continues to increase, along with the effort required to keep up and the heaviness of Kim’s breathing. The vain blonde’s brow furrows - she didn’t remember it being this fast! Kim’s chunky thighs rub together as her legs pump to keep running, her breasts now bouncing with every step. Her tanned belly - a full, round, sagging gut - begins to bounce in step as well. Beads of sweat appear on Kim’s brow as she forcefully sucks in air. Phew! This is hard work! She looks down at the treadmill - surely it’s at the 9.5 speed now?

No - it’s still getting faster! Kim works her legs furiously as her feet pound and shake the treadmill base, gasping for breath with her mouth wide open. Reaching up with a chubby forearm to wipe sweat from her forehead, the haughty blonde notices with dismay that the waistband of her pants is starting to slide down the bouncing mass of her belly, which has become wet and slippery with sweat.

The speed of the treadmill reaches its zenith at 9.5. Her face turning red, Kim reaches down to pull the waistband of her pants back up over her wobbling gut, as her thick legs pump harder and harder to keep up. The sweat is pouring down now, but Kim can’t muster the energy to reach for a towel, as all her effort is required to just keep running. It must have been at least 10 minutes by now?? Panting for air, Kim feels a burning sensation in her lungs and grits her teeth. She will be prom queen, at any cost!

As her feet hammer on the treadmill base, Kim feels her belly bouncing wildly with each step. Soaked in slippery sweat, her sack-like gut pushes down the waistband of the compression leggings once again, revealing her navel. Lacking the willpower or coordination to pull it up again, Kim can only let out a grunt of frustration. Ugghhh! Come on!

The stuck up blonde’s legs have never felt more tired as she continues doggedly, almost stumbling with her next step. A few more seconds and the globular mass of tanned, bouncing flesh around Kim’s middle completely escapes the constraints of her skin-tight lycra leggings. With a gasp she turns to look in the mirror, watching with dismay as her enormous gut bounces violently up and down with every stride. Aughhh! How disgusting! How did it come to this?! Frustration surging through her body and the weight of her belly throwing her off balance, Kim loses her footing for a moment and trips - only to catch herself in the nick of time and just remain upright on the rapidly moving treadmill.

Lungs on fire, the would-be prom queen’s face burns red with her entire body soaked with sweat. Barely even able to gasp for air, she can’t take it much longer - Ugh! No more! Kim slams her hand down on the red STOP! button, slows her pace, and simply lets the momentum carry her backwards before sliding off into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Panting desperately, Kim sprawls spread-eagle on her back, limbs stretched out in all directions. Rivers of sweat roll down her exposed belly, which, freed from its constraints, is sticking at a least a foot up in the air. As the panting gradually slows down, Kim's senses tune back in to the sound of the TV, which is... still on commercial? With considerable effort, she lifts her head to look at the clock on the wall. It takes a minute to register what the numbers mean, before the normally haughty blonde is hit with stunned disbelief. Not even two minutes have passed. She didn’t make it through a single commercial break.

Kim’s face turns redder, now with embarrassment. Wheezing, her heart pounds as she tries to catch her breath. Kim is exhausted, and she can't believe it. Lying flat on her back, she feels the heaviness of her gut - a heaving mass of excess blubber - weighing down on what was once a slim, trim waistline. Sweat rolls off her drenched body, collecting in puddles on the floor. Not even a single commercial break and she’s a complete mess. This is abject humiliation. Kim grabs a thick handful of belly flab with each hand, staring up at the ceiling in despair. Ugghhhh! Why did losing weight have to be so hard?!

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Kim Chapter 18

Kim's arms trembled as she gritted her teeth, looking up at the clock on the wall. 14... 13... The blonde's face is red and her cheeks puff in and out, panting for air. It's 6:08 AM, and the stuck up queen of Westwood High is struggling to hold a plank position as the "Killer Bodyweight Fat-Burning Workout" she found on Youtube plays on the large home gym TV.

"Come on, almost there!" came the annoyingly upbeat voice from the TV, "Keep that back straight and squeeze that core nice and tight! Remember, the longer you hold, the more calories you burn!"

"Urgh!" Kim let out an involuntary grunt, as her arms trembled even more violently. Trying desperately to keep them straight, the prissy blonde could feel her lower back slowly sinking towards the floor. Kim's corpulent belly, hanging down out of the tight, bright green workout top she'd forced herself into, sagged so low it almost touched the mat beneath her.

"Remember to keep breathing!" called the voice from the TV. Like she needed a reminder! Kim inhaled and exhaled furiously through puffed out cheeks, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. Her whole body shook as she struggled to hold the plank for just a few more seconds... but her muscles simply couldn't take it, and they gave out as she collapsed to the floor.

"Ugghhhhhh!" moaned Kim softly, too out of breath to make any louder sound. She turned her head to look up at the clock - that was... 20 seconds? It must have been at least 30 seconds, right? Groaning again, the formerly fit bombshell tried to forget how, in her more active days, she'd easily been able to hold a plank for three times that length.

Reaching beside her with a chubby hand, Kim found the TV remote and, with one last frustrated grunt, switched the thing off. Tossing the remote to one side, she picked up her phone, and took a moment to admire her reflection in the blank screen. Kim then switched it on and started scrolling lazily through Instagram, still laying flat on her stomach in the basement gym of her house.

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Later that day, sitting in her usual place on Kim's right in the lunchroom cafeteria, Ashley glanced sideways at the conceited, impossibly-primped up girl beside her. Kim looked absolutely gorgeous today, wearing a skintight blue knit sweater dress and shiny, wide black leather belt fastened firmly around her waist. The outfit accentuated Kim's voluptuous, engirdled figure, and her breasts were pushed up in the neckline of the dress to create round, eye-catching cleavage.

The tightly knitted hem of Kim's dress stretched only a little past the bottom of her ass, so several inches of smooth, tanned upper thigh were visible before her footwear came into view. Kim wore a pair of shiny, thigh-high leather boots, carefully chosen to match perfectly with her belt. Her long, polished nails were painted a lighter shade of blue, and she had on her namesake K-I-M necklace along with several bracelets and rings. Of course, the snobby blonde's hair and makeup were immaculate.

But Ashley had known Kim for years, and it wasn't her friend's jewelry or choice of outfit she was looking at. What Ashley couldn't help but sneak glances at was Kim's waist - perfectly flat and smooth along the sides, and almost curving inwards along the front, as if there wasn't a single ounce of flab to pinch anywhere.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kim caught her friend staring.

"What are you looking at?!" she snapped, glaring at Ashley.

"Oh, um, nothing Kim.." said Ashley sheepishly, turning her gaze downward.

"Hm!" Kim said haughtily, as she turned back to the lunchroom in front of them, "That's what I thought!"

A few minutes passed and Ashley pretended to look at her phone, before stealing another sideways glance at Kim's waist. How tight could that thing be?? Ashley was one of only two people to have seen Kim's midsection without the girdle, and she could hardly believe all that thick, beefy flab was contained so effectively. It must be a hell of a lot of force to squeeze all that in so tightly... and how uncomfortable! No wonder Kim was in such a bad mood!

And Kim was in a bad mood, but only in part due to the constricting undergarment strapped tightly around her middle. Having woken up early that morning to work out, she was behind on a few hours of her usual beauty sleep, and was feeling the full effects. Combined with frustration at her workout performance, as well as having skipped breakfast as part of a new "detox diet", all this together meant that Kim was tired, hungry, and incredibly bitchy - even by her usual standards.

The girls sat at their regular table, a location strategically chosen by Kim so she could keep an eye on everything that happened during lunch hour, and easily become the centre of attention if she chose. As Kim was always the one who led the girls to get their trays and lunch, Ashley and Jenna sat patiently, but Kim hadn't budged. She seemed particularly intent on finding something in the lunchroom, but it wasn't clear what.

Suddenly the girls heard a gurgling, growling sound coming directly from Kim's stomach. Ashley nor Jenna fought to hide their smiles, neither looked up from their phone. Kim stared straight ahead, her face reddening almost imperceptibly under the thick coats of makeup.

"I'm going to the washroom," she said, straight faced, before standing up and slinging her purse over her shoulder. Ashley and Jenna exchanged a look and, once they were sure Kim was out of earshot, started giggling.

Kim made it to the washroom with, thankfully, no more stomach rumbling along the way. She entered a cubicle and quickly closed and locked the door. Reaching a hand into her purse, Kim fished around feeling her makeup, phone, and accessories until... ah, there it was. She pulled out a king size Snickers candy bar, hurriedly unwrapped it and took a large bite. Kim's eyes closed as she savoured the sweet, soft candy. Ohhh that tasted good... Devouring the rest of the bar in a matter of seconds, the blonde took a moment to compose herself. She checked herself out in her makeup mirror, looking for signs of the secret snack. Pursing her lips, she blew herself a kiss. All clear.

Making it back to the table after her brief indulgence, Kim felt a renewed sense of confidence and authority. "Come on girls," she said commandingly, "Let's get lunch!" Ashley and Jenna followed Kim's haughty strut through the cafeteria to the lunch counter, where they picked up their trays and ordered food. Kim, as always, had a salad, but curiously ordered along with it a tall glass of cranberry juice. Ashley and Jenna chose their normal fare, and Kim began to lead them back to their table.

The stuck up blonde's bad mood hadn't subsided, however, and she wasn't feeling satisfied with simply rebuffing Ashley or Jenna's attempts to be nice that day. So as she walked, Kim's eyes scanned the room, looking for a target.

Ah, perfect.

Kim stopped in front of a table with four younger, somewhat dishevelled and nerdy looking girls sitting eating lunch. Among them was Shelby, a portly girl with thick glasses.

"It's Shelly, right?" said Kim in a fake-nice voice, looking at Shelby.

Shelby stared up at the blonde towering over her, never having spoken to Kim before in her life. "It's Sh-sh-shelby," she squeaked nervously.

"Shelby," said Kim, her voice sickly sweet, "Prom is coming up, you know that right? Do you have a date yet..?"

Ashley and Jenna weren't exactly sure what Kim was playing at, but the fake, mocking tone made them glad they weren't in Shelby's place. Because Kim attracted attention wherever she went, a small crowd had now gathered around the girls to see what was happening.

Just as Shelby was about to speak, Kim assumed a shocked expression.

"Oh, woops!" she exclaimed with exaggerated surprise, jerking her hand to half-spill, half-throw the glass of juice, splashing red liquid all over Shelby and soaking the poor girl's top. Several members of the crowd gasped - this was getting interesting!

"Oh my gosh," said Kim loudly, raising her voice to attract more attention, "I should be more careful... I almost broke a nail!"

The crowd tittered with laughter, as more people gathered to watch the scene.

"Shelby, I think I know why you don't have a date for Prom..." She fixed her gaze on the portly girl's potbelly. "You eat too much!"

Laughter erupted from the crowd - the students at Westwood loved a spectacle. Shelby looked mortified.

"Here, look at this," said Kim, daintily plucking a donut from Shelby's tray with her manicured fingers. Having now attracted the audience she wanted, Kim was playing it up for attention. She held the donut up in the air for the crowd to see.

"This is piggy food!"

Kim dropped the donut to the floor to the floor, and the crowd roared. Smiling smugly, Kim inwardly congratulated herself on her performance so far. Standing on either side of their friend, Ashley and Jenna looked at one another. Kim had always been mean, but they'd never seen her act like such a hypocrite! It was less than a week ago they'd seen Kim finishing off an entire box of nearly identical donuts!

"Come on piggy," Kim called mockingly, "pick it up!"

Shelby, close to tears, shuffled forward in her seat and began to lean towards the floor. The room was completely silent.

"Wait," said Kim, a cruel sneer forming on her face, "Pick it up with your mouth."

The crowd gasped, and Ashley and Jenna shared a nervous look. Was this really necessary?

"Come on, piggy," taunted Kim, "We're waiting..."

Shelby, her chin quivering, slowly descended from her seat to get closer to the floor. "That's it," said Kim, savouring each moment and looking down at her victim with pride and scorn.

Suddenly, a clear, confident voice rang out from behind the girls.

"That's enough, Kim."

Kim's eyes narrowed, and she spun around to see Melanie standing there, directly in front of her. The brunette had her hands on her hips as she gazed calmly at Kim, flanked by her two friends Britney and Stacy. Kim's eyes bulged with anger - How dare she! The crowd ooed and awed - this was completely unexpected!

"What's the matter Melanie," Kim cooed, trying to keep her cool, "Shelby and I were just having a little fun..."

"Fun for you, maybe," said Melanie. She looked down at Shelby, "Come on, get back in your seat."

Shelby, whimpering quietly from embarrassment, slowly dragged herself upright and back to her chair.

Kim squared up to Melanie, furious at the interruption of her spectacle. She put one hand on her hip and tossed her hair.

"Oh come on, Melanie. You don't honestly think you'll be crowned Prom Queen standing up for this loser do you?"

"I don't care, Kim," Melanie said firmly, "You've had your fun. That's enough."

Kim glared at her rival, totally unused to anyone standing up to her. The absolute nerve of this girl! Kim's bust heaved as she breathed heavily, Melanie staring back at her and the audience watching with baited breath.

Then, Kim noticed something in the distance behind Melanie, on the other side of the cafeteria. Two teachers were talking and pointing to the crowd - it looked like they were coming over. Kim had always played goody-goody with teachers, to keep her grades high enough so that, combined with getting nerds to do her homework, she hardly ever had to do any work. With graduation coming up, Kim didn't want that to change anytime soon.

"Fine," said Kim, "It's not like I even care about this anyway!"

Melanie smirked, knowing she had won. Kim clenched her fists and her nostrils flared, before she stormed past Melanie and out of the cafeteria, followed closely by Ashley and Jenna hurrying behind.

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The rest of Kim's afternoon passed as a hungry, irritable slog. She had come out of the lunchtime event looking worse, and she knew it. And it was all that bitch Melanie's fault! "That's enough, Kim." How dare Melanie speak to her like that! And in front of everyone too! Aughh! No one spoke to Kim that way!! She stewed like this through all her classes, ignoring everything around her, including Ashley and Jenna. As soon as the final bell rang, Kim left without saying a word to her two friends. She walked quickly home, fuming all the way as her stomach made infuriating grumbling and gurgling noises with almost every step.

Upon arriving home, Kim barely had time to strip off her boots, dress and girdle before she attacked the kitchen with a ravenous fury, gorging on chips, candy, and anything she could get her hands on. She shoved popcorn into her mouth by the handful. She gulped down an ice cream sandwich, then another. She ate peanut butter straight from the jar, greedily swallowing spoonful after spoonful. She stuffed a cookie in her mouth, followed by the whole row, and then the whole box. She chugged soda straight from the two litre bottle. And after all that, the bloated, near-insatiable blonde managed - somehow - to devour half a large pizza that was left over from the night before.

By the end of it, several hours had passed and Kim was so stuffed she literally couldn't move. She lay on the sofa, letting out the occasional moan, her belly stretched to its absolute limits. Kim's gut was so distended that it occupied the entire lower half of her field of vision, her body smeared with the excesses of her gluttony. Debris from the binge surrounded her: candy wrappers, bags of chips, popcorn, pretzels, a pizza box, a half empty peanut butter jar laying on its side, and packages of various kinds were scattered around her body and the living room. But Kim hardly noticed, lying in a dazed food coma and gazing at the trashy reality shows playing on the TV in front of her until she fell asleep.

[Stefarno]

I think this might be my all-time favourite story.

[zachi]

1 hour ago, Stefarno said:

I think this might be my all-time favourite story.

me, too...

[azbzcz]

I really hope it continues...this, and "The Trainer" by Uncle Jack (you can find it on the Dimensions forums page) are my top two weight-gain related stories

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The day had finally arrived. Ashley and Jenna were over at Kim's house, helping the eager Prom Queen hopeful prepare for the big event. It was Friday and prom was that evening, and the event was such a big occasion at Westwood that the students were customarily given the day off. Kim, of course, had filled the entire day with an elaborate schedule to primp and prepare herself for the event. She had been to the tanning salon the day before, and had enlisted the help of her two lackeys who were, at the moment, sitting bored on Kim's bed and playing with their phones. They had just finished painting Kim's nails, and the blonde now lay back in a recliner, clad in only a pristine white towel with an identical, smaller towel wrapped around her hair. Kim's face was covered with a green exfoliating mask, along with two thin slices of cucumber she had had Ashley and Jenna delicately place over each eye.

"Get me, like, my phone?" said Kim, extending her arm expectantly with an open hand.

Jenna picked up the iPhone on the table and handed it to Kim. Carefully lifting a cucumber slice from one eye, Kim peeked down at Instagram, scrolling through the photos. Nothing from Melanie so far... that was good.

"Maybe she's realized what's best for her and already given up," snorted Kim, gesturing for Jenna to take the phone back. "Now, fifteen more minutes of this and we move on to my hair. Are you girls ready?"

"Yes, Kim," they chorused in unison.

"Good," said the blonde smugly, settling back into her chair.

Ashley and Jenna went downstairs for a snack, chatting and gossiping about the upcoming event. It wasn't long before they heard Kim's voice again.

"Girls," she called, "Time for my hair and makeup!"

Returning to the bedroom upstairs, the two girls saw that Kim had disposed of the green facemask and was now unwrapping the towel from her head. As she stood up, Ashley and Jenna were witness to the full sight of Kim clad in only a towel. Her huge mammaries hung down, and it became glaringly obvious how large they'd become without the help of her usual extra-strength push-up bra. Then there was Kim's midsection - her bulbous, sagging belly contoured by the white towel and framed by love handles chubbing over the sides of her waist. And Kim's legs, which had always been long and slender, now looked thick and - maybe it was just the angle? - even a little chunky.

"Come on!" she called to them, "My hair and makeup need to be done by three, you know that!"

Kim plopped herself down at her oversized makeup vanity table, as Ashley and Jenna diligently took up their positions on either side of her. Kim owned enough makeup for five glamor models, and the table was straight out of a Hollywood dressing room, with little round lightbulbs and an enormous mirror. It was Kim's hair first - treated, straightened, ironed, and then rolled into elaborate curls and piled high on Kim's head. It took almost two hours to get the her hair looking exactly the way Kim wanted, and in its final form the extravagant hairdo was perfectly coiffed to look stunning and still receive a crown.

The makeup took even longer, with Kim insisting on meticulous detail with every brush stroke. The girls applied layers of foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, and long, thick fake eyelashes until Kim was finally satisfied. Sufficiently dolled up, the vain beauty began pouting and preening in the mirror.

"My dress is in the closet," she said, waving her hand dismissively towards the side of the room.

Ashley and Jenna made their way into the expensive mess that was Kim's walk-in closet, and the blonde picked up her phone and tapped Instagram. It was time to take a selfie. Kim pursed her lips and thrust her head forward, turning to the side to hide her double chin. *Click!* The photo turned out perfectly, and she inwardly congratulated herself, before posting it to Instagram with the caption Ready for the crown! #WestwoodPromNight

Deep in Kim's closet, Ashley and Jenna found the dress hanging in the back and reemerged just in time to see the would-be Prom Queen about to call out for them.

"Gir-! Ah, there you are," said Kim in her prissy tone, "What, like, took you so long? Here, give me the dress!"

Ashley handed the dress to Kim, wondering how the hell Kim expected to fit into the thing. She had chosen a stunning gold number, embroidered with bright stones and shining sequins, but sized for a body much, much slimmer than the growing bulk on the chair. Ashley and Jenna hadn't seen what went on in the dressing room at the store but they knew Kim would need, at the very least, a little "assistance" to get the dress on. Kim, as if reading their minds, stood up with the dress and vanished into her private ensuite bathroom, closing and locking the door.

Minutes of silence passed, then Ashley and Jenna began to hear heavy breathing, punctuated by pants and gasps. A few muffled grunts sounded - clearly a struggle was going on in there. Suddenly the girls heard a slip and a small crash.

"Kim," Ashley called innocently, "Is everything alright in there?"

"Hhhhrrnnnnggggggggg!!"

The final grunt was followed by a long, defeated sigh.

"Nnngaaahhhhhhhhhhh..."

Moments later the door unlocked and Kim emerged, red faced and breathing heavily. Having put on her sexiest lace black underwear with deep, rounded cleavage popping up to her chin, she looked like every man's fantasy - at least from the chest up. As the eyes reached Kim's midsection, it was impossible not to notice the shiny, white cinching contraption partially fastened around her waist. The gorgeous blonde's gut sagged out in front of her and the girdle, barely hanging on, looked laughably ineffective in its attempts to contain her bulging midsection. Kim stood with her hands on her hips, chewing one lip, an exasperated look on her face. 

"I... I need a little help getting this on," she muttered under her breath, as Ashley and Jenna stifled giggles.

Kim waddled to the center of the room, raising her arms above her head. Ashley and Jenna approached from behind, now seeing that Kim had only managed to fasten a single clasp at the back of the girdle - and she'd done it wrong too! The girls wrinkled their noses at the sight of Kim's tanned rolls of back fat, clearly visible from close up, pretending not to notice how Kim's fat ass cheeks seemed to be swallowing her underwear whole. Unhooking the one stray clasp, they each took hold of one side of the girdle.

"Come on!" exclaimed Kim impatiently, her arms still stretched above her head.

Kim's pendulous gut heaved with every breath, and Ashley and Jenna shared a look. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Ready," said Ashley, "One, two, three!"

The two girls began to pull, inching the two sides of the girdle together behind the plumped up blonde's back. Kim, her arms still above her head, pulled her stomach in as hard as she could, sucking her navel in towards her spine. She felt the girdle squeezing tighter and tighter as Ashley and Jenna pulled, tugged and yanked with all their strength to connect the two sides. It was coming together...

"Almost there!" said Ashley, with strain in her voice.

Bringing her palms to her midsection, Kim forcefully pushed her stomach in, trying desperately to shrink her waist another few inches. Blowing all the air out of her lungs, the blonde watched in the mirror as her cheeks puffed out and her face turned bright red. Ashley and Jenna trembled with the effort - it was just a few more millimetres to connect the first hook...

"Come on Kim!" gasped Jenna, exasperated, "Suck in!"

Kim's face reddened with anger now, indignant as her midsection was crushed with the pressure.

"I AM sucking in!" she hissed wheezingly, "PULL!"

The first hook almost reached the clasp... but the damned girdle just wouldn't close! Jenna was fed up.

"Well!" she said angrily, "Maybe if you weren't so FAT!" Her eyes widened when she realized the words had escaped her mouth. Kim's face turned the colour of a beetroot, her eyes bulging out of her head.

"AAAUUUGGGHHHH!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs,

"I!

AM NOT!

FAT!"

With that, Kim forgot entirely about sucking in her stomach and her belly surged forward, wrenching the girdle from Ashley and Jenna's grasp and sending it flying across the room. This left Kim standing, red-faced and panting, staring directly at herself in the mirror with her corpulent, sack-like beer gut hanging out on full display.

This was too much for the haughty, plumped up blonde. Trembling with fury, she spun on her heel and marched out of the room, belly and bum wobbling vigorously along the way. Kim stomped down the stairs, turning right directly into the kitchen and going straight for the cookies. She grabbed a full box of double chocolate-chunk from the cupboard, ripped it open and settled down on the couch in a huff, sulking as she stuffed the first one into her mouth.

Back in Kim's room, Ashley and Jenna were doubled over with laughter, trying and just barely managing to keep quiet. The girls wiped tears from their eyes - it was just too funny! All these years of Kim's vain, conceited attitude and her complete obsession with her appearance... and now look how hard it was for her to fit into the thing that was supposed to be slimming her down!

After they'd calmed down and enough time had passed, Ashley and Jenna ventured slowly down the stairs, hoping Kim's temper had cooled. They walked down the hallway and turned into the living room, entering just as Kim bit into what looked like her eleventh cookie. Kim glared up at them, sitting cookie in hand with her bloated gut resting on her lap. She swallowed loudly and fixed them with a piercing stare, her eyes narrowing.

"I will fit into that dress, girls," she snarled, "And I will be Prom Queen. Do you understand me?!"

Ashley and Jenna shared a doubtful look. "Yes, Kim," they chorused together.

Back upstairs (after Kim had finished her cookies) the girls devised a strategy to strap the blonde's expanded figure into her girdle. With Kim laying on her stomach on the bed, and the aid of a few additional tools like a leather belt and a pair of pliers, Ashley and Jenna pulled, strained and struggled as Kim wheezingly alternated between berating them and cheering them on.

Eventually, after much effort, they somehow managed to fasten the thing together. With the powerful waist cinching device containing Kim's enormous gut - at least for the time being - it was a comparatively small struggle to fit Kim into her dress. Ashley and Jenna then helped the breathless blonde into a pair of black 6-inch heels (Kim couldn't bend down) and they were finally ready to go. The limo Kim had ordered was waiting outside, and the girls left the house to make their way to the big event.

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Chapter 20 - The Prom Catastrophe

The crowning of the Prom Queen was a longstanding tradition at Westwood High, and was essentially a cross between a beauty pageant and a popularity contest. The year ended with the victory of the most popular girl in school - always a senior - and after the ceremony the students went on to celebrate their graduation. A giant auditorium had been rented out, and votes were cast in the weeks leading up to the event. The venue was set up like the Oscars to mark the occasion with a red carpet, velvet ropes, and photos ops at every turn. The winner would be announced on stage in front of the entire school.

Kim, Ashley and Jenna's limo pulled up, and the driver came around to open the back door. Ashley and Jenna, wearing tight dresses and heels, shuffled themselves across the seats and got out, leaving Kim sitting uncomfortably in the back. The conceited blonde inched herself awkwardly to the edge of the seat, her movement constrained by the industrial-strength girdle and absurdly tight dress. She swung her legs around and carefully placed one 6-inch stiletto heel on the pavement, followed by the other. Using her hands as support, Kim tried unsuccessfully to lift her constricted bulk out of the car, raising herself barely two inches off the seat before falling back on her rump. She gritted her teeth.

"Girls!" she hissed, reaching out her arms, "A little help!"

Already several feet away, Ashley and Jenna barely heard Kim's voice before they turned back to help their friend. Click-clacking back to the limo, they each took hold of one of Kim's outstretched hands, not exactly dressed for physical exertion.

"Pull!" said Kim under her breath, pushing down with her heels and suppressing a grunt. Ashley and Jenna tugged on her arms, trying not to make a scene, and eventually on the third try Kim was hoisted to her feet.

"That's better!" she said, prissily smoothing down her dress and forcing a smile. Kim then promptly brushed past her two friends, making her way onto the red carpet. Seeing a screen set up for photos, she walked walked past over two dozen girls, butting straight to the front of the line and standing pompously in front of the photographers.

"Kim, you look amazing tonight!" said one photographer, his camera snapping away.

"Thanks, I know," she replied, blowing a kiss. Placing her hands on her hips, Kim preened and posed, taking care not to make any sudden movements or breathe too deeply. Good, she thought, now they know I'm here! A few more minutes of pretending to be nice to these losers, and then it would be time to go inside. Watching from the sidelines, Ashley and Jenna rolled their eyes. Kim was insufferable. But this was her big moment, and all her painstaking effort to be the complete center of attention was paying off.

Kim's dress was a shining, radiant gold, embroidered with bright stones and glittering sequins. It glimmered and shone in the light, drawing attention every time she moved. The dress cost more than most girls spend on clothes in an entire year, but Kim, of course, wouldn't settle for anything less. After spending a small fortune, she'd then insisted on some alterations on the dress - first having the material hemmed in at the waist, against the recommendations of the seamstress. Kim then had the bottom shortened up to just below her ass, making it effectively a skintight, strapless golden tube.

The dress' neckline was a deep V, and the blonde's breasts were pushed practically up to her chin with deep, round cleavage on display. Along with her face makeup, the girls had spent another 30 minutes contouring Kim's cleavage - as if it needed further enhancement. Her bulbous ass was its biggest ever, the jiggling cellulite compressed tightly by the constricting fabric of the dress. Kim’s 6-inch heels forced her back into a tight arch and made her assets so prominent that, combined with the extraordinary slimming effects of her girdle, she flaunted a silhouette of near Jessica Rabbit-like proportions. It was so tight that she could only take small, hobbling steps, and was constantly short of breath.

After posing for almost ten minutes, taking more than twice as long as any other girl and holding up the line, Kim was finally satisfied. She blew a kiss to the photographers, turned and half-hobbled, half-sauntered away with her nose in the air.

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As they neared the entrance to the auditorium, Ashley and Jenna scurried ahead of Kim to open the doors. But the haughty beauty stopped, fished in her handbag for her mirror, and checked her makeup once again while absentmindedly placing a light hand on her midsection. Satisfied that everything was in place, she put the mirror away and walked inside.

The auditorium was absolutely enormous, with long rows of seats stretching from front to back. At the front was the high stage, where Kim had enviously watched as girls in previous years had received the crown. At the base of the stage was open floor space, with carts featuring a wide assortment of food and drinks to be enjoyed during the celebrations. There were bowls of punch, snacks, hor d'oeuvres, small cakes, and the centerpiece - a giant, five-foot tall chocolate lava cake decorated with "Happy Graduation Westwood High!" Students, teachers and staff slowly trickled in, taking their seats and filling the auditorium.

A crowd was milling around the base of the stage, and Kim spotted another photo opportunity. Striding into the mix, she pushed her way through to get in front of the cameras. Pursing her lips and adopting a 3/4 turn, she made sure her whole figure was captured in the frame. As she turned to adopt another pose, Kim tried not to let her discomfort show. She was struggling for breath, and, working to maintain her balance atop the 6-inch heels, tried not to think about how she wouldn't even be able to sit down until the night was over. This was definitely the hardest she'd ever worked to look good, but at least, she knew, it would be worth it in the end.

Unbeknownst to Kim, Melanie was in the same crowd, looking at her rival curiously. There was no doubt Kim made the most of her natural beauty and voluptuous figure, taking full advantage of the gifts nature had given her. After all, it was only Kim's stunning looks, family money, and her cruel, conceited attitude that allowed her to rule over Westwood for so long.

But now, Melanie thought, the snobby blonde's ego had swollen too big for Kim's own good - along with the rest of her, it seemed. Looking closer, Melanie could clearly see that Kim's figure had changed. She had always seemed larger than life, but now she just seemed... larger.

Kim was stuffed like a sausage into her dress, and Melanie couldn't imagine how much struggling it had taken to squeeze into that thing. It looked at least three sizes too small! Kim's thick, round ass stuck out behind her, her arms looked softer, her thighs were definitely bigger and, despite the makeup to hide it, a double chin was visible from almost every angle. Yet Kim's midsection was slim, trim, and her stomach completely flat? Something didn't add up...

Sensing something behind her, Kim turned to find herself face to face with her rival. She looked Melanie up and down. The brunette was wearing a blue mermaid dress that hugged the tight curves of her body, down to the mid-thigh before flaring out at the bottom. Melanie's perky breasts were highlighted tastefully, and a thigh-high slit allowed her smooth, tanned leg to become visible when she floated along in her high heels. Her hair looked gorgeous, the shining brown curls cascading down her back, and her skin was practically glowing. Melanie exuded a calm confidence as she stood, looking as slim and fit as ever. Even Kim had to admit - begrudgingly - the other girl did look good.

Of course, she didn't let this show, and in her mind at least, Melanie was nothing compared to the true Queen of Westwood High. Kim's bust swelled with self importance as she smirked at her rival.

"Good luck, Melanie," she said condescendingly, staring down her nose. "It's obvious who's going to win."

Melanie looked coolly back at Kim, her green eyes relaxed and steady. "Oh, and I suppose you think that's you, Kim?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Kim in her entitled tone. "What, you really think you have a chance? These people practically, like, worship me. Plus, this dress probably cost more than, like, your parents’ car!” She stood with her hand on her hip, doing her best to stare Melanie down. Kim's glamour and bitchy attitude had always worked to intimidate girls before - why wasn't it working now?

But Melanie simply gazed back at the dolled-up blonde, teetering in her too-high heels with her hair piled high on her head. And suddenly, despite the tightness of her dress and heavy layers of makeup on her face, something about the look in Melanie's green eyes made Kim feel strangely exposed.

"Let's just say... I trust the students to make the right decision." Melanie said finally, before turning and walking away.

Kim snorted haughtily, struggling to maintain her composure after the unsettling interaction. Of course they'll make the right decision! she thought, checking her makeup for the sixth time and plumping up her cleavage. Me!

Just then, a voice came over the loudspeakers,

"To our lovely Prom Queen contestants, ladies, please line up!"

Finally! thought Kim, taking her place in line over to one side of the stage. There were ten contestants total, but eight were little more than placeholders. Everyone knew this contest was between Melanie and Kim. One by one, the girls were called on stage alphabetically by name, greeted with cheers and applause from the crowd. Kim was sixth in line and could hardly wait, pretending to smile sweetly as the other contestants lined up ahead of her. Finally her turn came, and she strutted across the stage to the sound of what she knew must have been the loudest applause yet. The remaining four girls took their places after Kim, and all ten contestants stood at the front of the stage, facing the audience.

A slideshow of previous years played, and Kim hid her impatience behind a wide, fake smile. Her perfectly whitened teeth gleamed in the bright spotlight shining down from above. The slideshow finished, and the announcer began describing what a great honor it was to be crowned WestWood High's Prom Queen, how it was a tradition that went back... blah blah blah! thought Kim, waving cheerily to the crowd with one hand on her hip. Come, onnnn! Why is this taking so long? Everyone knows I deserve it! Just, like, give me the crown already!

Finally the monologue ended, and the voice boomed, "Now, the moment you've all been waiting for!"

There was silence in the auditorium.

"And the winner is..."

Kim beamed at the audience, pushing out her chest.

"The stunning, the beautiful..."

Kim could barely contain herself.

"Melanie Thomas!"

Silence. Before the applause could start -

"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kim's screech rang out through the auditorium, echoing in the stunned silence that followed. All eyes turned to her, standing center stage with her fists clenched by her sides, shaking. Her face was a mask of pure rage. The spotlight shone directly down on Kim, and you could hear a pin drop. And then -

*POP!*

A strange noise sounded out through the auditorium. Then another -

*POP!*

Ashley and Jenna, sitting in the front row, exchanged a wide-eyed look. The force from Kim's scream, it must've...

*POP!*

The crowd watched in bewildered silence - that scream! Nothing like this had ever happened at a Prom before! And now Kim seemed to be... expanding?

*POP!*

Slowly, through a cloud of anger, Kim realized there were sounds reverberating out through the auditorium. But.. that popping... it was coming... from her?

*POP!*

Wide-eyed, she looked down to see a gold sequinned curve swelling out in front of her. Feeling the pressure around her waist loosen, horror set in as it finally dawned on Kim what was happening.

What?! No! Not here... Not now!

Paralyzed with fear, she tried to gasp but the air stuck in her throat. Her mouth fell open, and the mask of rage transformed into pure shock. There were a few camera flashes in the audience, and some nervous laughs, but Kim registered none of it. Ashley and Jenna looked up at their friend, her belly expanding by the second... why didn't Kim do something?

But the stuck up blonde was frozen in place, staring dumbly out into the dark auditorium with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The next *POP!* was followed by the sound of seams splitting, as Kim's expensive dress felt the strain of her expanding middle. With her gut now sticking out almost a foot in front of her, frantic, fragmented thoughts raced through her head -

This was.. no! The crown... The.. How could... This was all wrong!!

Kim's heart beat faster as she felt panic rising in her chest. Another *POP* and her stomach lurched forward another six inches, as the final clasp on the girdle gave out. Struggling to escape, the bulging mass of flesh was now contained only by the tightness of her dress, stretched to its absolute limits. Kim's heart leapt into her throat.

OhGodOhGodOhGod! Not now! Everyone can see... No... No... NO!!

Kim did the only thing that seemed possible in the moment: she sucked in. Pulling in her abdomen with all her might, she mustered everything she had left to make a desperate, final attempt at hiding her burgeoning belly. Surging adrenaline giving her newfound strength, she drew the excess flesh a surprising distance back towards her spine. A voice called out from the audience "She's sucking it in!" and laughter followed. Kim hardly noticed, half delirious in her terrified state. She stood straight as a rod with her arms by her sides, quivering with the effort it took to hold her stomach in.

Jenna gave Ashley a hopeless look, burying her face in her hands. What was Kim doing?! Melanie, standing a few feet to the right of Kim, was as surprised as anyone. Kim had already disgraced herself with that scream, and now she seemed to be coming apart at the seams... literally! Watching the spectacle unfold in front of her, Melanie hid a smile behind her hand. This was even better than winning!

Sucking in like her life depended on it, Kim felt something come loose and begin to slide down her waist. The busted girdle, which had been squeezed between her stomach and the dress, now found space to slide down and fall to the floor at her feet. Before Kim realized what had happened, another voice from the crowd yelled out, "She was wearing a girdle!" More laughter erupted at the sight of the shiny, white shapewear now lying on the stage.

As Kim heard this, the blood drained from her face. She grimaced with the effort it took to hold it in, a triple chin forming as her neck fat bunched together. Her heart pounded as her belly shook violently.

Uurrrggghhhh! She couldn't hold it in much longer... NoooOOOOO!!

Kim's muscles gave out and her gut ballooned forward, tearing through the remaining seams of her dress and ripping the golden tube clean off.

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPP!!!

The tattered dress joined the girdle on the floor, and Kim found herself standing on stage in front of the entire school, wearing nothing but her lacy black underwear. The spotlight shone directly down on her and the blonde's bulging, corpulent figure was completely exposed. Kim's thick, beefy gut stuck out almost two feet in front of her, on full display for everyone to see. Months of self indulgent gluttony could no longer be kept secret, and it was obvious to everyone in the audience that Kim had gained a large amount of weight.

The jocks were revolted at a hot girl letting herself go. The nerds were fascinated by the physics of the thing. The goths sensed justice was being done. The cheerleaders gossiped, whispered and snickered as they always did - not with envy this time, but schadenfreude. Most students simply stared, as the whole crowd ogled together at the transformation they'd seen. Wow! Look at that body! Kim was FAT!

Melanie stared in amused wonder at the girdle on the floor, and then back at her defeated rival. The fatter ass, thick thighs, arm flab and double chin all made sense now. But the vast majority of Kim's weight gain had clearly gone directly to the layers of curving, blubbery fat that now made up her midsection. How much had Kim been eating? And she was hiding all that?! 

Laughter roared out in the auditorium, as more and more students took out their phones. Ashley and Jenna looked on from the crowd, perplexed. The scream, the girdle bursting, sucking in - it had all happened in a matter of seconds and now Kim stood completely exposed. On stage, the blonde simply gaped, unable to process what was happening to her. The prospect of not winning had barely crossed her mind - but this was so much worse than anything she could have imagined.

After what felt like hours standing frozen in front of the crowd, Kim finally came to her senses enough to realize one thing. Oh. My. GOD! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!

Stepping forward, she failed to notice her long stiletto heel had caught in the strap of the ruined girdle at her feet. Lifting her other foot, she felt a tugging at her ankle. Trying to stabilize herself, Kim teetered as her 6 inch heels tangled further with the busted girdle.

"Augh!" she cried, throwing out her arms for balance as her belly jiggled up and down. Kim stumbled forward, trying hopelessly to untangle her feet, but it was too late. Thrown off balance by the weight of her wobbling belly, she tripped over the edge of the stage, letting out a terrified squeal.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Arms flailing, she shrieked and fell...

SPLOOSH!

Directly into the giant lava cake!

Kim's entire upper body disappeared into the thick, gooey mixture, leaving only her lower half visible to the crowd. Her ass stuck up in the air, black lacy panties clinging tightly to the jiggling cellulite as her legs kicked and flailed wildly. The students of Westwood hooted and hollered, delighting at the humiliation of their former tormentor.

The school principal, watching from one side of the auditorium, had by now seen enough. He motioned and two large security guards jogged out, taking hold of the cart the cake was on. They wheeled it - cart, cake, Kim and all - up the centre aisle of the auditorium and out the door, Kim's fleshy tanned legs kicking and her muffled squeals drowned out by the roaring laughter.

Watching the auditorium doors close, Ashley and Jenna could hardly believe their eyes. There was absolutely no way Kim could ever come back from this. And it didn't even matter now - she had lost Prom Queen! They turned to stare at one another, slowly mouthing two words in unison, "How... humiliating!"

It took over ten minutes for the laughter and noise in the auditorium to finally die down. The announcer got everyone's attention, and called Melanie forward to accept her prize. She smiled graciously as the crown was placed on her head, to the sound of raucous cheering and applause. Melanie stepped up to the microphone to deliver her acceptance speech, which was well practiced, elegant, and came out beautifully. She finished by thanking the students warmly for their support, and curtsied, seemingly acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Then, at the last moment, she turned back to the microphone. "Oh, and one last thing," she said, unable to resist, "One of my competitors didn't take it too well..." The crowd tittered, and a smile crept on to Melanie's face, "But I think we can all agree someone got her just desserts. I hope at least Kim enjoys the cake!"

The auditorium erupted into the loudest cheers and laughter yet, and the students began to celebrate their graduation.

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Out in the lobby, the cart was turned on its side as the security guards began extracting Kim from the cake. She emerged furious and gasping for air, her entire upper body dripping with thick chocolate.

"Get away from me!" she cried, pushing the men away in anger as they tried to help her up. Wobbling to stand in her heels, Kim wiped the chocolate from her face and eyes, wringing it from her hands. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. She hiccuped, then suddenly let out a deep, throaty belch, having inadvertently swallowed mouthful after mouthful of rich chocolate syrup. Trying to get her bearings, Kim's eyes widened when she spotted her reflection in a mirror a few feet away. The sight of herself in her bra and panties, completely covered in chocolate goo with squashed hair, ruined makeup and bloated, sack-like gut hanging over her waistband was just too much for Kim.

"AaauuUUUGHHHH!" she screeched, now completely distraught. She lunged past the security guards, who wisely gave her a wide berth, and staggered over to a nearby table, ripping the tablecloth off and sending the items on it crashing to the floor. She wrapped the white tablecloth around herself and headed straight for the door, stumbling out into the parking lot and getting into the first taxi she saw.

"Wow!" said the driver, looking at the chocolate-covered mess that had just climbed into his car, "What happened to you?!"

"Sh-shut up!" said Kim, her voice faltering as she told the driver her address, "G-go quickly! Now!!"

It was a short drive, and as the cab slowed at the curb in front of her house, Kim opened the door and practically fell out onto the street, pulling the tablecloth around her and struggling up the walkway to her front door. She hadn't paid, and the driver briefly considered calling out to her, but thought better of it, glad to be rid of the frantic, chubby girl smeared with chocolate and wrapped in a tablecloth.

Once through the front door, Kim slammed and locked it behind her, sinking to the floor. On her face was the same dull, blank expression as before. She couldn't believe it. Melanie had the crown. It was all over. It was all for nothing. She would never be Prom Queen... Everything was RUINED!!

Kim threw off the tablecloth in anger, and in a fit of rage ripped off one heel and hurled it at the wall. Collapsing on her back, she clenched her fists as images of the evening filled her head. Melanie, the crown, the crowd, the dress... the girdle.. the cake... it was...!

"AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kim's parents were out of town, and what followed was a weekend of the purest self-indulgent, hedonistic gluttony. Kim ate herself into oblivion, trying everything to forget what had happened that Friday night. She couldn't bear to think about it and lost herself in food, eating pizza, chicken wings, french fries, soda, cookies, donuts, ice cream by the gallon - anything to keep her mind off that horrific humiliation!

Kim lay in front of the television stuffing her face non-stop - literally - for the entire weekend. Her sole outing, under the cover of a huge, puffy jacket, hat pulled down over her face, and giant sunglasses, was to pick up a third box of a dozen assorted donuts. She returned home in a hurry, greedily swallowing mouthful after mouthful of sugary dough as she cradled her enormous, swollen belly.

In her brief moments of reflection, Kim consoled herself with the fact that only those at Prom had seen what happened - which was only, well, the entire school! But at least, she assured herself between bites, no one outside of Westwood had witnessed her ultimate, degrading, completely dramatic and public humiliation.

 

Epilogue - Back at School...

On Monday morning, Kim woke in a daze. She groaned, rolling over in bed and tenderly rubbing her swollen stomach. She still felt incredibly stuffed from the night - and two days - before. Reaching for her phone, she looked at the time with eyes half open. Shit! It was almost 7:30!

Kim was usually up well before 6 to complete her morning beauty routine, but had stayed up late Sunday night bingeing on fried chicken wings, chocolate chip ice cream, and old reruns of Gossip Girl. Normally she was out of the house by 8... if she was late to school today, she would be sure to attract a ton of attention. And for the first time in her life, attention was the last thing Kim wanted.

Struggling out of bed with some difficulty, she hurried over to her giant makeup mirror and sat down heavily. Brushing her hair with one hand, she scrambled frantically for makeup - something, anything that would make her look presentable. She found some foundation and began smearing it on in a hurry - normally she had over an hour for this! Looking over at her wardrobe, she realized she had no idea what to wear. Normally she planned out an outfit the night before, but last night she had just kept... eating.

With no time to sort through the mess in her closet, Kim grabbed a plain white spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of denim shorts, both ordered recently online. She pulled the tank top down over her head, stretching it over her breasts and down over her belly. The shorts were high-waisted, thank God, and at least weren't too tight when she yanked them up her thighs. She stuffed the hem of her tank top into the shorts, buttoned them, and pulled the waistband high up over her rounded belly. Hurriedly she grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder, and gave her hair a final brush.

On her way to the door, Kim passed the hallway mirror. Catching a glimpse of her side profile in the reflection, she stopped short. She felt sick. Her once slim, trim, sexy figure was now a bulging, bloated mess. It was simply impossible not to notice how chunky she’d become.

The pouch of fat under her chin was round and fleshy, and all the makeup in the world couldn't hide it. Her breasts were huge, a sight to behold squeezed into the tight white fabric of her tank top. Kim had always loved her big boobs, but even back in the skinnier days she wouldn't have wanted them quite this big. Her jiggly ass and thighs completely filled out the denim shorts, which were three - or was it four? - sizes larger than her formerly slim self.

And then there was - ugh - her stomach. Without the girdle encircling her waist, Kim's gut protruded far out in front of her, a tanned mass of wobbling flesh that served as a constant reminder of her countless gluttonous binges. Rolls of flab spilled over the sides of her shorts, forcing her top to ride up and exposing the flesh. With no abdominal strength left, she couldn't even suck it in if she tried. The once haughty, stuck up queen of Westwood High had a sinking feeling in the pit her stomach. There was absolutely no denying it now. Kim was fat.

Tearing her gaze away from the mirror, she checked her phone - only twenty minutes until class! Feeling herself start to panic, Kim looked frantically around the room and quickly grabbed a loose floral print kimono jacket she'd left hanging on the stairs. Throwing it on in a pathetic attempt to hide her curves, she hurried out the door to school.

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It was warm outside and, having rushed, Kim arrived to class flushed and sweating. She hurried into the classroom, head down, nervously wrapping the kimono jacket around her waist. Taking her seat next to Ashley and Jenna, she felt the tight waistband of her shorts pressing into her belly as she sat down, her face already hot with embarrassment. Kim looked at her two friends, who were both staring down at their phones.

"Girls," she said, trying to sound firm but her voice faltering, "let's just, like, not talk about what happened on Friday... like, ever, okay?"

Ashley and Jenna looked up from their phones as if they were noticing Kim for the first time. Their eyes glossed over her appearance - ew. Her hair was a mess, not to mention the makeup. And some sort of flowing, floral print robe? Like it even mattered now. Kim looked around the room - why was everyone on their phone?

"I said, girls, let's just forget about Friday, and pretend like it never happened, okay?"

"Um, Kim," said Jenna, "I don't know if we can do that..."

"What do you mean you can't do it?" hissed the defeated, failed Prom Queen, "You-"

"No, it's not that," interjected Ashley, "I mean, just look at this..."

She turned her phone towards Kim, and the formerly haughty blonde took a moment to realize what was on the screen. A YouTube video of a blonde girl... her eyes widened when she realized it was her. Kim watched with stunned horror as the scene from Prom played out again before her eyes.

There she was on stage, directly under the spotlight - AAAUUUUGHHHH! came the muffled scream from Ashley's phone speakers. POP! POP! ... POP! There went the girdle, as Kim's belly swelled out in front of her. A few agonizing seconds of silence as she desperately sucked in before her belly began to tremble, and then RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIP! Kim watched herself, stripped of her dress and girdle, belly wobbling wildly, tumble squealing from the stage directly into the giant cake. Her legs kicked as she - and the cake - were wheeled up the centre aisle of the auditorium and out the door.

Kim took Ashley's phone, scrolling down. The video already had over 30,000 views. With a trembling finger, she scrolled further. There were more.

Funny Video - Prom Queen contestant gets caught wearing girdle!

112,937 views.

Prom Queen FAIL - Girl Squeals After Losing & You Won't Believe What Happens Next!

1,184,365 views.

REVEALED: Secret Fatty busts her dress in PROM nightmare! [HD]

876,935 views.

Dumbstruck, Kim looked up and around the room. A few students had noticed her, and were pointing and laughing. She now knew why they were all looking at their phones. Her hand visibly shaking, Kim touched the corner of the screen to navigate back to the YouTube homepage. There it was, trending on the front page.

Would-Be Prom Queen reveals GIRDLE then trips and falls in CAKE!

4,398,746 views.

A preview played automatically, and Kim watched again as she desperately tried to hold her stomach in, before the force of her burgeoning belly tore off her dress. She felt lightheaded. As Kim was bingeing over the weekend, her humiliation had gone viral. It was just too much.

Jenna, looking up from yet another version of the video on her phone, spoke slowly, "Kim, I think you're, like, famous..."

Ashley's phone tumbled from Kim's grasp, clattering to the floor. The blonde's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth fell open and she slumped back in her seat. As Kim's arms slid down by her sides, the kimono fell away to reveal her fleshy, sagging potbelly bulging forward out of her tank top and shorts. But the former Queen of Westwood High couldn't even notice if she tried. Kim had fainted.

The End

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Any chance the first 16 chapters are around anywhere?

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zYs2AbjMwqtx_c1edDVOg8xAI4U430Llr8yMowVMiak/mobilebasic