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Part 40; Monday Night, Camp Manitowash; Day 80 Midnight was approaching and Betty lay in bed far too excited to fall asleep. Tonight was the night she could finally resume her sabotage of Amber’s formerly flawless figure. It took Stacey a full week, but finally she delivered and refilled the quantities of contraband Amber had seized and disposed of a week earlier. A few of her co-conspirators, Alison and Juanita, were actually buying Amber’s apparent change of heart brought about by her change in circumstances, but luckily, she and Jessie knew better and had managed to convince them to fork over enough money to fuel their fattening revenge for at least one more week. Gossip around the camp seemed to always revolve around Amber, and if the war they were waging was being fought in the court of public opinion, sympathy it seemed now lay with this plumper, less intimidating, version of Amber. For some reason people were buying her excuse, that her birth control was responsible for her rapid accumulation of weight this summer. How fortunate for Amber that her weight gain was excusable, so much for: “genetics load the gun and habits pull the trigger.” Amber had abandoned her modo, the same way she had abruptly abandoned her harsher weight loss methods. Campers had largely quit resisting her. After months of suffering under her cruelty they were finally buying into the general weight-loss program of the camp, all because by comparison, it wasn’t as bad as what Amber had put them through before. But to be sure, it was still bad, still something worth resisting, still something worth fighting against. But, perception was subjective. Betty couldn’t control anybody else, but she had the power to ensure Amber didn’t escape the karma she had coming to her after years of making Betty’s life personably miserable every summer. Just as Betty was about to get up from her bed and make good on her thoughts of retribution, a noise from across the cabin halted her motion. It was coming from Amber’s room. Laying still, Betty waited and listened, trying to understand what was happening. Amber was a deep sleeper. An extremely deep sleeper. She had never once remotely come close to waking up prematurely all summer. Not even to get up and go to the bathroom. Yet here she was. Sounding like she was out of bed and moving around. Rolling to her side and sneaking a peek, Betty could spy in the darkness that Amber was clothed in black, most likely black yoga pants, and a black tank top, and putting on her shoes. ‘Where are you going this late at night?’ Betty wondered to herself, ‘Off to visit your boyfriend or something? I’m surprised he hasn’t dumped you yet.’ Moving slowly to ensure her footsteps were quiet, the old wood of cabin nine’s floors still creaked with every step. Amber had gotten a little too heavy to be as light on her feet as she’d used to be. Nevertheless, Amber succeeded in sneaking out of the cabin, leaving Betty unsure of what to do next. Getting out of bed, Betty’s first instinct was to follow her. So, that’s exactly what she did, after scrambling to throw on some socks and shoes. It was hot outside, dark and surprisingly loud thanks to all the crickets. Luckily, Betty’s eyes detected movement heading in the direction of the lake, so that’s the direction Betty quickly followed. Sticking to the shadows, Betty was fast enough to see a dark figure with what looked to be a big bubbly butt, climbing into the lifeguard station. Betty waited for a few moments, making sure her terror of a counselor wouldn’t rapidly reemerge and spot her. Then she found a spot a little closer that was safely hidden behind a tree. Poking out from the side to glance at the lifeguard station in the distance, Betty wondered if Amber was meeting someone up there. It made her angry that any boy would still be giving her the time of day after her transformation from exceptional to unexceptional this summer. However, before she could speculate further, Amber’s plump figure emerged from the station looking like she was carrying something… A bag… “A trash bag…” Betty mused, quietly to herself, as her brain suddenly exploded with speculation. ‘Our contraband?? I thought Amber threw that out. What’s she doing with it still?’ As Amber climbed back down the ladder, she began hurrying off in the direction of the camp’s dumpsters. They lay on the edge of camp near the forest since raccoons and such were always trying to sneak in and eat their fill. They were not a far walk from the lake’s beach. Careful not to let Amber lose her, but also careful not to get so close as to give herself away, Betty kept her blonde counselor in her sights. Before long, Amber chucked the bag she was carrying on top of a closed dumpster, slapped her hands against her thicker thighs, maybe trying to clean them off or something, and then proceeded to head back in the direction of cabin nine, which was the very direction Betty was located in, hiding behind yet another tree, except this one wasn’t as big as the first one she’d hidden behind. Carefully creeping to the left to keep the trunk of the tree fully between herself and Amber as the temperamental counselor passed by, Betty held her breath during the process, feeling quite nervous about potentially getting caught. However, such fears appeared unfounded. Amber seemed more concerned with not getting caught herself than discovering that anyone might be crazy enough to be tailing her in the middle of the night. Knowing she’d never beat Amber back to cabin nine, Betty didn’t sweat it. She knew Amber wouldn’t spare a passing glance at her bunk. Amber didn’t care about her. Not one bit. Instead, once Amber was out of the picture, Betty snuck out from her hiding place and over toward the dumpsters. Reaching up and grabbing the bag Amber had tossed upon one of them, she wondered why Amber didn’t unlock one of the dumpsters and throw it inside. While Betty untied the bag to check its contents, she figured that perhaps Amber had been worried that opening one of the dumpsters might make too much noise or something. Either way, Betty was more concerned with confirming her suspicions. If the bag she was holding was the bag of contraband, why did Amber wait a week to throw it away? She knew Amber didn’t report it to Pack Leader Thompson, hence it made sense to get rid of it when nobody was watching, but why wait a week? While Betty’s brain continued to pose questions and form theories, once she untied the bag and looked inside. The truth became clear. “Huh… I thought it felt way too light…” Betty muttered to herself, discovering that not a single morsel of contraband remained, just the trash. That left one real question remaining. “Where did it all go?” Betty whispered out loud, knowing in her heart that there was only one real answer to that question… “Amber…” “She couldn’t have…” “Could she?” Betty couldn’t resist smiling at the thought of her counselor’s once unquestionable self-control finally crumbling after weeks of unknowing overindulgence. “This is too good to be true.” Betty giggled to herself. Not only had she succeeded in ruining Amber’s prized figure, but she’d also ruined Amber’s self-control, the one thing, above all else, Amber would need to eventually reclaim her formerly flawless throne. Maybe the rumors about Amber stealing cabin nine’s contraband and feasting on it had been false at one point in time, but now they were true. Of course, Betty didn’t have hard evidence, but that knowledge in itself was its own reward. She could sabotage Amber when she was unconscious, but now, thanks to Amber’s apparent weakened resistance to such sugary temptations, maybe Betty could ensure Amber was consciously sabotaging herself too… Betty took her time getting back to cabin nine. She wanted to give Amber plenty of time to fall into a deep sleep before she did what she was originally planning on doing tonight. It was nearing 1:30AM when Betty felt brave enough to re-enter the cabin. To her relief, everything seemed normal. Everyone was in bed, asleep. Even Amber. Heading over to her own bed, Betty grabbed her new stash of contraband and decided to get to work. Approaching Amber, Betty looked down upon the sleeping camp counselor. It was hot enough that she hadn’t elected to cover herself with a blanket or covers. Instead, Amber just lay there clothed in nothing, but an elastic cotton bralette and a pair of granny panties pulled up over the rounded nature of her gut. With every breath that she took though, the waistband could be seen visibly straining to contain the full girth of her rapidly expanding potbelly. Once upon a time, only a tiny amount of pudge had accumulated upon Amber’s stomach, now it had grown to encompass her whole enlarged waist. “How the mighty have fallen.” Betty hummed to herself under her breath, as she gazed lower, at Amber’s thighs. Along with her hips, and that big butt of hers, the shape of Amber, once clearly more of an hourglass, was becoming more and more bottom-heavy with each passing day. Amber’s hips were well on their way to spreading past the point most people would consider desirable. Her butt and thighs had swelled enough with fat that they each jiggled when she walked. Satisfied, Betty lifted her gaze, focusing on Amber’s arms, and then her face. “It looks like you’re not going to miss out on chubbier arms, and a double chin.” Betty taunted her sleeping antagonist, “You’re going to have the full fat girl experience in no time.” Sitting down on the bed, Betty noticed, with a certain sense of pride, that she didn’t sink into the mattress as much as she used to. It made sense, she’d lost about 58 pounds of fat so far this summer, more than she’d ever lost before. She weighed less now, at around 210 pounds, than she had in years. She still felt fat, but the difference was quite noticeable. A weight had been lifted from her shoulders and planted firmly on Amber’s. With that final thought, Betty started feeding her tormentor. Just has she had done all summer prior to last week. She fed Amber candy, and chips, empty calories, upon empty calories, and in her sleep, Amber was quite the glutton. It was like the unconscious Amber had missed her nightly nourishment or something. She was practically purring with delight, every time Betty shoved something within reach of her greedy tongue, and this was only the beginning. “Someone’s being feisty tonight.” Betty commented unable to help herself in response to Amber’s continued unconscious enthusiasm, while she grabbed two bags of miniature chocolate donuts, “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up nice and good. Gotta keep fattening you up.” No sooner did those words leave Betty’s lips than a frown formed on the blonde counselor’s fuller face. In response, Betty played along, “I’m sorry. My mistake. I’m not fattening you up. It’s that pesky birth control of yours.” The fact that Amber’s little unconscious frown disappeared after hearing that, annoyed Betty to no end. “I was joking. Give me a break. You might be fooling the others, but you can’t fool me. Liar. I’m responsible for your weight gain this summer. Well… Most of it. You’ve been sneaking food recently, haven’t you tubby?” Betty playfully teased, while she gazed upon the increasingly bloated look of Amber’s tummy. The plump counselor’s granny panties were really beginning to struggle to contain the full girth of her pouching belly. Deciding to give Amber the first donut in the bag she was holding, Betty thought out loud to herself, “I would give anything to hear what the skinny b*tch you used to be from the beginning of the summer would have to say to the chubby b*tch you’ve become.” Pausing to wipe a few crumbs from Amber’s cheek, Betty couldn’t resist using her imagination to sort of roleplay what that particular interaction might look like. If the fit and flawless version of Amber confronted the considerably plumper flawed version of herself snoozing in front of Betty. The scene was so vivid in her brain, the look of disgust and bewilderment on the fit Amber’s face, and the look of embarrassment and shame upon her fatter counterpart upon them running into each other. Betty couldn’t resist saying the words, as she thought them, she knew the skinny version of Amber would burst out in surprise first, “You’re me? From the future? How’d you get so fat? And you better give me the truth, I don’t want to end up a fat loser like you.” As Betty grabbed another donut and began the process of feeding Amber, she replied for the sleeping chubby girl, “Ugh! How dare you! I am not fat! You’re so rude!” Upon feeding Amber another donut, and watching the blonde’s lips ravenously welcome the fattening treat, Betty responded for the fit version of Amber she was imagining, “Then what do you call that big blob of a belly flopping over the waistband of your tight shorts?” “It’s… It’s just water retention!” Betty deflected like she imagined the current inflated version of Amber probably would. Betty plopped another donut into Amber’s sleeping mouth and continued imagining the scene in her head. Skinny Amber would call fat Amber’s bluff, probably being so bold as to grab and jiggle her ** belly. Replying as fit Amber, Betty whispered, “Look, your belly doesn’t feel like water being retained, it feels like flab jiggling. Face it, you’re getting fat Amber.” “It’s not my fault Amber!” Betty muttered in reply, as she approached the point in the scenario she’d been building too, the fat version of Amber pulling out her trump card, “It was my birth control…” Shoving another donut down Amber’s throat, Betty wasn’t stopping to pause or think, she knew the fit and b*tchy version of Amber better than anyone, so the words she imagined next felt completely authentic, “Heeeere we go. You think birth control caused you to gain 50 pounds in two and a half months? Let me stop you right there! Birth control can be blamed for water retention but not body fat gain. Only a calorie surplus will cause someone to gain so much shameful body fat.” Keeping the donuts coming every other sentence, Betty grabbed her second bag and didn’t stop. She imagined a fattened Amber might reply, “I haven’t been overeating!” And then fit Amber would counter, “The scale begs to differ. Your thighs beg to differ. Your big butt begs to differ. Your waistline begs to differ. Your breasts beg to differ. Even your face begs to differ. The damage is pretty substantial, but you could still lose the weight. Your body’s not past the point of no return, yet.” “You have to believe me! It’s not my fault I gained weight! My birth control messed with my hormones! Seriously!” The plump Amber cried like a spoiled child. “Tsk tsk tsk.” Betty imagined fit Amber would fire back, “Taking no accountability and blaming it all on birth control. I never thought I’d see the day. You sound like one of the campers. And you’re starting to look like one too. Admit it, you’re just lazy. And making bad food choices.” “I am not! My birth control is the only reason I’m getting bigger!” Plump Amber would proclaim. “Hmm?” Fit Amber would hum skeptically, “Is ‘Birth control’ code for ‘overeating?’ “N-no.” The plump and embarrassed version of Amber would mutter. “Then which birth control are you on, if you don’t mind me asking?” The fit version of Amber would confidently question. Intending to do what she always did, inflict maximum damage to force her opponent to concede. She wouldn’t give the fattened and unconfident future version of herself a chance to answer, she’d just keep on the attack. If she smelled blood in the water, the old version of Amber was like a shark, “How many calories are in birth control? None. I think I know what’s happened here. Hmm, I didn’t know overeating was birth control, but I guess in a sense… making yourself fat is great birth control. Nobody’s going to want to have sex with you if you keep fattening up like you have been this summer. As big as your breasts have gotten, they’re not growing at the same rate as that unsightly gut and butt of yours. No, no. One day, not too far from now, your thighs are going to be larger than the circumference that your waist use to be when it was still slim. Each bodacious butt cheek will be the size of a fully inflated beachball. And that gut of yours, oh that gut of yours. That gut of yours is going to be so globular and fat that it will make your modest bust increase look like they’ve imploded by comparison. Then you’ll be fat and alone forever. Well, not alone. You’ll always have food to comfort you. Fatass. Well? What do you have to say for yourself piggy?? It better not be Oink Oink!” *Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppp!!* The actual sleeping Amber loudly belched, after gulping down somewhere between her thirtieth or fiftieth mini donut in a row. Nearly causing Betty to have a heart attack. She thought Amber had woken up and had caught her red handed. Taking a few moments to catch the breath that had just been scared out of her, Betty patted Amber’s swollen gut, and teased, “Don’t belch with your mouth full fatty. It’s bad manners.” Feeling the densely packed nature of Amber’s gut, Betty muttered to herself, “I guess that will do it. Rest easy piggy. I’ll see you tomorrow, same time, same place.” Betty was about to clean up, before she remembered the melatonin. “You look like you couldn’t eat another bite, but then again, when have you ever refused?” Betty giggled, as she fed the sleeping Amber two melatonin gummies and cheered, “Have fun sleeping in.”

Part 39; Sunday night, Camp Manitowash; Day 79 After spending the better part of her morning lazing around the counselor’s lounge and eating her feelings, Amber spent the afternoon sweating her brains out in the hot summer sun hanging out with and kissing the fat asses of her entitled campers in an attempt to continue winning their trust and sympathy, all so they’d continue to fall in line without resisting her. She only got some time to herself when the sun began to set. However, Amber couldn’t just relax and read a book or something because she knew that Stacey was going to try and put the moves on Aaron. So, just before the sun finished setting, Amber rinsed off in the shower and changed into fresh clothes before headed over to lake Manitowash. She didn’t know what she was going to do, or if she would even do anything, but at the very least, she needed to know what was going on between them. Aaron wasn’t her man anymore, but that didn’t mean she wanted Stacey to have him. He deserved better than that bottom-heavy b*tch. The lake’s beach area had a little wooden watchtower that served as the lifeguard station for counselors when they were assigned lake duty. Counselors didn’t need to be up there unless people were in the water, so when the sun went down, the place was always deserted. It was the perfect place for a little stakeout. Amber even had some food stashed up there to snack on while she waited. A week ago, after the raid on cabin nine, Amber had been overcome by an uncontrollable hunger and as a result, was unable to resist indulging in the contraband her campers had stashed within her bed. After shamefully eating her fill that night, she marched the remainder of the trash bag she’d filled with contraband to the dumpster, but after enjoying her shameful little binge session, she couldn’t bring herself to just throw it all away. It seemed like such a waste. So many aspects of her life were depressing her at the moment, she needed a little reliable joy where she could find it. So, instead of throwing it away, she stashed it in an unused cooler in the lifeguard station and buried the cooler under a pile of stuff typically kept up there, floaties, a first aid kit, and a blanket. When Amber arrived at the lifeguard station and climbed up the old wooden ladder, her first thought wasn’t to snack on her secret stash of goodies, but after grabbing the binoculars from the box of lifeguard equipment and seeing that the beach area was completely deserted, snacking seemed like a good way to pass the time until Stacey and Aaron arrived. For the better part of an hour, Amber sat within the lifeguard station, waiting, watching, and munching on contraband. Her hunger this week was unreal. She’d never experienced food cravings like this before, but Amber chalked it up to stopping her birth control. She couldn’t fight it, so she didn’t. She just ate when she was hungry, and this week it felt like she was always hungry. Once the sun went down, the moon began to rise and Amber continued grazing on junk without much thought. Her brain was trying to figure out if it was a full moon tonight, if it wasn’t, it was pretty darn close. The shores of the lake glowed in the moonlight. It was a pretty romantic setting, one which Amber could only dream of sharing with Aaron now that that ship had sailed. Growing increasingly stuffed from how much junk she was packing away in her moody state, Amber paused her binge to lower the waistband of the overly tight black gym shorts she’d raided from her sister’s closet. Her belly needed room to expand, unhindered, any resistance against it was increasingly uncomfortable. Luckily for Amber, the grey tank top she’d squeezed into was very stretchy, although it didn’t quite have enough fabric for the hem of the shirt to conceal the roll of lower belly fat she’d developed this summer. As Amber’s hands traced the rounded state of her bloated gut partially in shock of how large it had swollen, she heard footsteps in the distance. Groaning, as she got to her feet, Amber quickly hid her contraband back where she originally stashed it. Then, she carefully poked her head up enough to spy two figures approaching in the distance. One was tall and broad, it had to be Aaron. The other was certainly pear-shaped, it was obviously Stacey. Grabbing the binoculars, Amber was relieved to see they weren’t holding hands or anything, but Aaron was carrying a blanket. That worried Amber. She prayed she wasn’t about to witness her summer crush hooking up with her b*tchy frenemy. Amber watched, as her swollen stomach fluttered with nerves, while the two of them set up their little blanket on the beach by the water and laid down next to each other to apparently stargaze. They’d set things up by the far edge of the beach, by the brush and tall grass. Amber could see they were talking, and she could hear Stacey’s annoying laugh every so often, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying from her position. So, as the fullness in her stomach worsened because of her nerves, Amber decided to try and sneak closer. Quietly, she climbed down the lifeguard station’s ladder, careful not to bump her belly into any of the wooden bars, and then tip toed her way off the beach and over to the grass. From there she got low, and crawled behind the brush and tall grass in order to get close enough to make out what they were saying. Crawling around on her hands and knees was surprisingly tiring for someone so thoroughly stuffed to the gills, Amber actually found herself getting winded once she was within a distance that she could hear them. So, she laid down, tried to catch her breath quietly, and just listened to what they were saying. “It’s your turn. Truth or dare.” Amber could hear Stacey chirp in her annoyingly smitten sounding voice. “Umm… Truth.” Aaron replied. “Ugh! Again? Boring. Why don’t you wanna try a dare?” Her voice droned conveying her impatience. “Because I don’t want to commit to doing something I’m not comfortable with.” He quickly responded. ‘Typical shy Aaron.’ Amber smiled to herself. “Why do you assume you wouldn’t be comfortable with one of my dare’s?” Stacey shot back. He paused, but then replied, “What would you dare me to do?” “Say dare. And find out.” Stacey tried to push him clearly flirting. “I guess I’m not much of a dare type of guy.” It took everything Amber had inside her not to let out a sigh of relief in response to his statement. He really wasn’t a dare type of guy. Hopefully he wasn’t a Stacey type of guy either. “Alright, fine. Here’s something I want the truth about. Do you like me?” Stacey questioned with a hint of vulnerability. Amber held her breath. “Of course.” Came his response. “More than Amber?” Stacey then added. “What?” “Do you like me more than Amber?” Stacey clarified, as Amber began to feel lightheaded from holding her breath, remembering to breathe, Amber could feel her heart starting to beat faster. The pause before Aaron’s response felt like an eternity. So much so, that her stomach started to hurt a little bit from her nervous anticipation. Or perhaps it was hurting because she’d eaten too much junk today. Either way, Amber’s pain listening to this conversation was both emotional and physical. “Umm… I like you both.” He finally replied satisfying neither Stacey nor the eavesdropping Amber laying uncomfortably in the tall grass nearby on her swollen stomach. “Answer the question, Aaron. Who do you like better? Me?” Stacey paused, before bursting louder with distaste, “Or the whale.” Amber’s jaw dropped in response to Stacey’s insult. Her softened body tensed up. She was going into fight or flight mode listening to this. “Why do you have to do that?” Aaron questioned sounding displeased. “What? I feel for the girl. It's gotta be annoying when she's just trying to enjoy the beach, and Greenpeace keeps showing up with tractors trying to tow her back into the water. Hahaha!” Stacey laughed in her annoying way. Meanwhile, Amber’s cheeks were burning red from both embarrassment and anger. “Not funny.” Aaron replied sternly. ‘Yeah, not funny b*tch!’ Amber thought in agreement. “What’s your problem? You dodged a bullet, dumping Amber when you did.” Stacey prattled, as Amber’s stomach continued to feel worse and worse listening to this. She couldn’t handle hearing them talk about her so bluntly. “I didn’t dump her. She dumped me.” Aaron answered sounding defensive. “Well either way, you lucked out not being with her anymore. She’s really let herself go this summer. You deserve someone who takes care of themselves.” Stacey fired back. “Go easy on Amber. It’s not her fault. I heard her birth control has…” Aaron started to explain, but he was cut off. “Whether it’s her fault or not, you have to admit she’s looked better.” Stacey replied not backing off. “She still looks...” Aaron gulped hesitantly, “fine.” ‘Fine?’ Amber thought to herself, as her heart felt like it was breaking all over again. “When was the last time you’ve seen an eye-doctor? May be time for you to have a check up.” Stacey joked, “That whale of a woman looks like the girl who ate Amber Cullins.” “Quit it Stacey. That’s enough.” Aaron growled sounding like he was getting to his feet. “What did I say?” Stacey questioned. “You’re being mean. And you know it.” Aaron answered her before storming off. “Aaron! Aaron! Wait! Don’t go! Aaron!” Stacey called, storming after him. The two of them prattled on, but the sound of Minesota wildlife began to drown them out the moment they started stomping away. Trying to see where they were going, Amber crouched upward and could barely make out the silhouettes of Aaron and Stacey hurrying past the lifeguard station and back to camp. Wobbling to her feet, Amber clutched her stomach. She felt sick. Depressed. And fat. Noticing they’d left their blanket behind, Amber wandered out of the brush, onto the beach and then onto the blanket. She lay down right next to where Aaron had been laying and just imagined he was still there with her. Shedding a tear for the way Aaron had described her appearance reluctantly as, ‘fine’ she looked to the stars, cradled her upset stomach, and wondered why her luck was so bad. It was obvious from his town that her plumped up figure was certainly not ‘fine’ in his eyes. Aaron was just being nice. Aaron was always nice… Amber probably lay there drowning in her misery for 10 or 15 minutes before the pain in her stomach began to finally subside, only to be replaced by something else. Hunger. She didn’t know how it was possible to feel so full, yet so insatiably hungry. She didn’t know why her body yearned for her to delve back into her stash just across the way in the lifeguard station, but she had nothing better to do, so that’s what she set her mind on doing. Lying on her back as she was, it was difficult for Amber to just sit quickly upright as she used to. Her abdominal muscles had turned to mush along with the rest of her formerly fit physique. So, now she had to awkwardly roll to her side and push herself up with her arms. It was a slower process of getting to her feet, but once she was there, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had an annoying air bubble stuck in her throat. Trudging across the beach, Amber beat her chest a few times to try and nudge the air out, but had no such luck. It was only about when she’d reached the lifeguard stand, that a figure approaching in the distance caused the air to surge out of her in fear… *BURP!!!* “Hey! No camper’s allowed on the beach after sundown!” Aaron’s voice called out in the distance as he began trotting toward her. Instantly humiliated over being mistaken for a fat camper by her former summer fling, Amber didn’t wait for Aaron to trot over to her and discover his mistake. She took off running across the beach and into the woods. She’d take the long way back to cabin nine. Anything was better than confronting Aaron under such humiliating circumstances. She didn’t know if he gave chase. She didn’t turn around to look. She just kept running, as fast as her heavier, less-coordinated body would allow. Gasping for air after the better part of a minute sprinting away, Amber’s lungs burned painfully. Once upon a time, she loved the burn a good run gave her lungs and body, but right now the lactic acid building up in her weakened and tubbier legs felt like death. Her stomachache had returned, she felt like throwing up. Slowing her pace considerably so as not to pass out, Amber spared a look behind her and was pleased that she didn’t see Aaron trailing her. Turning back in toward the camp, she should have given up her slow trot for a walk, because the second she turned, her foot got caught on a root causing her to trip. “F*ck!” Amber cursed falling to the ground and scraping her knee against a jagged root, “Ouch! Why couldn’t I have landed on my fat f*cking ass!?” Covered in dirt, out of breath, and seething in anger, Amber just sprawled out for a moment and let out a pained grunt. Weighed down by her swollen belly and exhausted extremities, Amber didn’t move an inch for a few moments. She just lay there catching her breath, replaying the events that had just happened again and again in her mind. Aaron, the guy she wanted to be with more than anyone else, had just mistaken her for a fat camper. “Just f*cking great.” Amber muttered to herself, unable to keep from blushing thanks to the humiliation of it all.

Part 38; Sunday, Camp Manitowash; Day 79 A brief silence overcame the various groups of fit counselors enjoying their breakfast. All eyes in the counselor’s lounge turned to view an unusual sight. A slightly exposed belly, soft and round, protruding forward, jiggling slightly with every step, was among their ranks, and it belonged to none other than Amber Cullins, helping herself to a second chocolate chip muffin. Some eyes lingered, judgmentally, on the way her matching pair of love handles oozed over the waistband of her black yoga pants, forming an honest to goodness muffin top. But Aaron’s eyes zoomed in on the surprising depth Amber’s navel now sported, obscuring the shine from her once prized navel ring. Her once slim waist was non-existent at this point, in its place a single big gut now pooched outward from under the orange camp Manitowash t-shirt that now appeared at least two or three sizes too small for the only officially chubby fat camp counselor chowing down among them. As she turned to trudge back to her table, keeping her eyes low to the floor to avert eye contact, she clumsily bumped into a chair someone was sitting in, dropping the muffin she’d just ventured over to grab. Bending over to retrieve it from the ground, Aaron and no doubt other onlookers, could spot the outline of Amber’s panties straining to contain the swollen orbs of fat her once flawless ass had ballooned into. Hurrying to a trash can, Amber chucked her muffin, returned to the pastry table and instead slapped two cream-filled donuts onto her plate before repeating the process of returning to her table without further incident. Every time Aaron saw Amber in passing, it took longer and longer for him to recognize her. Her slim and perfect body type had been replaced by one that was far pudgier and heavyset. She’d expanded to the point, in Aaron’s eyes, she was starting to blend in with some of the campers. She certainly looked out of place in the counselor’s lounge. Part of him couldn’t believe she was the same girl he was swapping spit with earlier in the summer. Amber was looking more and more like her sister each passing week. It was uncanny. Genetics loaded the gun, her birth control had pulled the trigger. He couldn’t help feeling bad for her, as he watched her, from afar, rejoining her considerably slimmer friends. Sitting down next to Sally, and across from Stacey, Amber’s hand unconsciously stroked down along the pudgy, bloated mound of belly fat that was forcing her inadequate shirt to ride up an embarrassingly high amount, until she reached the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged them up to her belly button in an attempt to obscure the sizeable roll of lower belly fat spilling out onto her lap. “Wow, not shying away from desserts, are ya Amber?” Stacey judgmentally inquired with a sh*t-eating grin plastered upon her face. “Why should I? It’s not like it matters.” Amber grunted, while sinking her teeth into her first creamy donut, and then continuing to talk as she chewed, “Thanks to my birth control problems I’ll probably keep putting on weight for the rest of the summer no matter what I eat. So, what’s the point of starving myself for no reason?” Amber sounded like a broken woman. And after the weigh-in yesterday, Sally wasn’t surprised her former counselor was in emotional shambles today. The look of horror on Amber’s face, and the tears that fell from her softer cheeks when her current weight was broadcast to the other cabins, were etched into her mind. During the weigh-ins on week seven, Amber fainted at the prospect of weighing 156lbs. Yesterday, a full month later, during the week 11 weigh-ins, Amber discovered she was up to 185 pounds, one pound heavier than Juanita, the camper she’d just weighed. She was gaining roughly seven pounds a week, a pound every day. Such a rapid expansion seemed unbelievable, but seeing was believing, and it sure did look like Amber was swelling up at a breakneck pace. After all, she was now officially heavier than one of the fat campers she was supposed to be a role model for. With three weeks left of camp, it was anybody’s guess how many more campers Amber would outweigh when the summer was all said and done… “C’mon Amber, maybe try cutting down on the sweets. You’re supposed to set an example for your campers. What would they think if they saw you pigging out right now?” Stacey replied not letting up. “I don’t care what those brats think. I don’t even care if we win the stupid rankings anymore. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just here for the paycheck from now on.” Amber mumbled, finishing her first donut in sloppy fashion, and picking up her second. “You don’t mean that.” Sally interjected, putting a hand on Amber’s meaty thigh in a show of support. She was a little taken aback by how soft she felt, but Sally didn’t dare verbalize any such thought. In response, Amber just glared at her far slimmer coworker and growled defiantly, “Summer can’t end soon enough. I just want to sort out my birth control, go back to college and get my body and my life back to normal.” “Then by all means, keep enjoying your dessert.” Stacey added smugly, before grabbing her empty plate and standing up above her pudgy former rival for Aaron’s affections and proclaiming, “I better get going. I’ve got plans for later. Big plans.” “Good for you. Bye.” Amber spat in response, as Sally mustered a weak wave. Once Stacey had pranced far enough away from them, Amber muttered under her breath, “B*tch.” “Yeah, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What you eat is none of her business.” Sally proclaimed trying to show Amber some solidarity before adding, “So, how are you holding up after yesterday?” “Not well.” Amber admitted, taking a small bite of her second donut before continuing with her mouth full, “but because I cried my eyes out, and because it’s not my fault that I’ve been putting on weight, Pack Leader said she’ll excuse me from any further weigh-ins. So, that’s a silver lining.” “Good, good.” Sally hummed, as she removed her hand from Amber’s thick thighs and watched as the formerly flawless vixen continue to eat her donut without remorse. She’d never seen Amber chow down so carelessly before. It was like she was possessed by a fat ghost or something. Or under some type of voodoo spell… “Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve turned into a hideous ton of lard, this summer, but it’s better than nothing.” Amber sighed with a third bite of her donut, leaving only a little piece left in her hands that was dripping with creamy custard. “Amber, you’re not hideous. You’ve gained some weight, pretty fast, but you still look really good.” Sally replied, trying to cheer her up. “You can save the body positivity bullsh*t for someone who cares, I don’t need your pity Sally. I’ve outgrown all my clothes this summer and I’m starting to outgrow all the clothes I borrowed from my sister. Aaron’s repulsed by me. I… I look like a soccer mom!” Amber ranted conveying her irritability this morning. “Amber,” Sally muttered trying to think of something to say. “Enough Sally, I don’t want to hear it right now. I just want to enjoy my donut in peace. Is that too much to ask for?” Amber babbled over her. “No. Go ahead.” Sally chirped letting it go, as Amber thrust what remained of her donut into her mouth and in the process, spilled a gob of creamy custard right upon her breasts. “Jesus f*cking christ… How are fat girls supposed to eat?” Amber lamented, as she grabbed a napkin from the table and tried to wipe off her shirt, “I might just let my tits hang out at this point, no matter what I do I keep spilling stuff on them.” Sally watched silently, mesmerized by Amber’s attempts to clean herself up. It was so odd. Once upon a time, Sally’s own body had been far fatter than Amber’s currently was, and Sally remembered the problems she’d once endured thanks to having larger breasts, a larger belly, larger, well, everything. It annoyed her a little bit, Amber calling herself fat. Amber was bigger, sure, but she only thought she was fat because she used to weigh 119 pounds. That was her reference point. Sally remembered getting down to 185 pounds and feeling skinny. Perception was a funny thing. ‘I wonder how Amber will feel about how she weighs now, if she gets even bigger…’ Sally couldn’t help but wonder to herself. Registering Sally’s silence about what she just said as a sign to change the subject, that’s exactly what Amber did. “What did you think Stacey meant when she said she had plans later?” Amber questioned, as she finished cleaning herself, and Sally snapped out of her funk. “Oh, I don’t know.” Sally hummed unconvincingly. Turning her softened face, Amber locked her gaze on Sally’s nervous eyes, “I know you know. If you wanna make me feel better, spill the beans.” “I don’t think knowing would make you feel better.” Sally shrugged innocently. Letting out a disappointed sigh, Amber replied knowingly, “She’s hanging out with Aaron. Isn’t she?” “Down by the lake, after dark. Sorry Amber.” Sally prattled, unable to keep Stacey’s secret to herself. “Don’t be sorry for me. It’s whatever. I’m so totally over him anyway.” Amber shrugged reaching for her plate only to frown when she discovered it was empty, “Do you wanna maybe split a donut with me? I’m usually not this hungry in the morning, but it’s like nothing is hitting the spot right now.” “I know that feeling. Sure, I’ll split one with you.” Sally hummed in agreement. “Thanks Sally. You’re a good friend.” Amber replied, briefly placing her hand on Sally’s and squeezing it to express her appreciation. “Thanks. So are you.” Sally nodded, as she watched Amber heave herself out of her chair and sway her widened hips back over to the pastry table. She couldn’t help but notice that compared to Stacey’s ** backside, Amber’s had hers beat in the girth department by a long shot. It was really obvious when she bent over to grab the donut… No, two donuts… No, three? As Sally saw Amber reach for a fourth donut, she couldn’t help, but wonder with a little worry in the back of her mind, ‘How many donuts does Amber plan on splitting with me?’

"The Queen of Cabin Nine" returns! Sorry for the hiatus! Won't stop this time until the story is finally finished!

Part 37; Sunday Afternoon, Camp Manitowash; Day 72 Cabin nine stood at attention, in an uneasy silence, while Amber slowly paced back and forth, her hair thrown into an uncharacteristically messy ponytail and her hands behind her back, trying to make sense of the results of her surprise raid. The irritated blonde looked positively plump in her pair of high-waisted grey joggers and undersized yellow crop-top. The counselor’s gut, butt, hips, and thighs had expanded to the point that they nearly rivaled some of her campers in size. The increasing lack of contrast between the captive fat-campers and their overbearing counselor certainly seemed to diminish Amber’s previously unquestionable aura of authority, but in times like this, when it was obvious the bloated blonde was about to blow her gasket, Amber’s rotten temper still commanded enough respect to make her sheep fall in line. Despite numerous counselors, and Pack Leader Thompson, searching every inch of cabin nine, not a single piece of contraband was found. Not so much as a single fun sized snickers bar or Cheeto bag. Things didn’t add up, and Amber wasn’t happy about it. “Less than half of you lost any weight this past week. We’ve gone from first to second… to third in the cabin rankings.” Amber began, as she continued to pace, not bothering to look her campers in the eye just yet, she was too disappointed in them, “I know we didn’t find any contraband in cabin nine, but I know most of you are sneaking junk food one way or another. The evidence is the inches on your waistlines that aren’t going away. That might not be sufficient evidence for Pack Leader to take drastic measures, but it’s enough for me. It’s going to take a miracle for this cabin to get back into contention for cabin of the year.” While Amber finished her thought, she turned to pace in the other direction, but her mind wasn’t paying attention to spatial awareness, so thanks to her widened hips, she accidentally bumped into an unsuspecting camper standing next to her. “Oof.” Jessie muttered under her breath, as Amber’s softened hip pressed into her gut and knocked her slightly off balance. “Watch where you’re standing Cooper, I’m walking here.” Amber replied not taking accountability for her mistake. This prompted a muffled response from the victimized camper that Amber couldn’t quite make out. “What was that? Care to share with the group Cooper?” Amber questioned firmly planting her feet in front of the larger camper and pressing a finger right into the center of her gut. “I said,” Jessie began, “You’re the only person in cabin nine who cares about the stupid cabin rankings!” “You should all care about the cabin rankings!” Amber snapped back instinctively. “Why?” Jessie fired back with some sass in her voice. “Because I’m your counselor and I said so! Don’t forget why your parents sent you here! All of you lack self-control, that’s why I’m in charge of whipping you into shape!” Amber roared without hesitation. However, this belligerent statement caused Juanita, who was obscured from Amber’s view by her fellow campers to burst out insubordinately, “Why should I take orders from a mean b*tch who’s ass is fatter than mine!” “Ugh!” Amber gasped. Her hands rushed to her enlarged rear end as if to try and subconsciously conceal its size, while a wave of similar shocked expressions overcame the now fearful campers standing before her. Unable to stop herself from blushing with embarrassment, Amber snarled in retaliation, “Who said that!?” But her question was only met with silence and stares. All eyes seemed to dip from Amber’s face to her rounded gut and thickened butt. ‘Everyone is staring at my big belly… and my fat ass…’ Amber realized with a quick thought. She knew they were looking at the sorry state of her figure’s fitness and questioning her credibility as a weight loss counselor. Her cheeks burned ever brighter and in trying to find the correct step forward, she closed her eyes, held her breath, and tried to think as fast as she could. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed like she couldn’t shame this batch of fat campers into getting with the program. So, maybe if shame wasn’t working, sympathy would. Letting out the air she’d been nervously holding inside of her, Amber decided to go ahead with a little rehearsed speech she’d been planning as a contingency for almost a week now. She struck a sincere, yet vulnerable tone, and let loose, “I want to take a moment to address a… situation. This… situation has become a talking point among those in this cabin and among those in our camp community at large over the last few weeks. And… It centers around my… weight.” Amber paused, taking a big gulp, for dramatic effect, plopped both her hands upon her newfound belly, and continued, “The truth is… I’ve gained weight this summer. A lot of weight. I’m sure you’ve all noticed… I’m even overweight according to a doctor’s chart…” Though what she was saying was more or less rehearsed, the embarrassment she felt owning up to her increase in weight in front of so many people was much more difficult to push through than she’d anticipated. Yet, she had no choice but to keep going. The cat was out of the bag. Her Aunt knew, her sister knew, her coworkers knew, her campers knew, even Aaron knew her perfect figure was no more. Using her unfortunate situation to her advantage in this moment was the least she could do. “But I’m not pregnant!” Amber emphasized, getting her mind back on track, “I haven’t been chowing down on confiscated contraband. I haven’t been cursed by a voodoo doll… I’ve been at the doctor’s office these last three Saturday’s getting tests done, and I’ve learned my birth control is responsible for my… increase in weight. Thought it might have been a problem with my thyroid, but we ruled that out.” Looking upon her campers to see how they were buying her sob story, Amber noticed a lot of skepticism on their pudgy faces, so she pointed out the obvious, “I see the doubt on your faces. I’m not making excuses. I’m sharing a matter of fact. Look. I’ve never been overweight before. This is new territory for me, and honestly, I’m terrified. According to my doctor… I’ll keep putting on more weight as I transition to a new birth control prescription because my hormones are out of whack. It’s also why my tempter’s been… worse than usual.” A few murmurs erupted from her onlookers, but Amber let them chatter and just kept pressing on, “In my brain, I know that my weight doesn’t determine my self-worth as a person or as your counselor… I know that I am much more than a number on a scale, but honestly… These past few weeks have been so hard… I feel like I’ve lost control of my body… my life… I’m supposed to be a role model, and now I’m almost the same weight as some of you. I feel like a big fat failure, even though I know it’s not my fault! If you’ve ever felt remotely similar to how I’m feeling now, I want you to listen to me right now. I want all of you to reach your weight loss goals by summer’s end. Not because it will reflect well on me, but because I owe it to all of you. You all deserve to make your parents proud. You all deserve to have something positive to show for all your time spent here. Something positive to feel good about. I know we haven’t really been doing too well in that regard these last few weeks… as a cabin. So… Please meet me halfway. Give me a second chance. A fresh start. Listen to my advice. Quit resisting my methods, and I promise I’ll meet you halfway too.” “Are you serious?” Alison questioned once it seemed that Amber had finished saying her piece. “Yes.” Amber affirmed looking over her crowd and seeing looks of honest contemplation on the faces of her chubby campers. Her speech seemed to be working. “Then stop punishing us with exercise! The only time I actually hate working out is when you force us to!” Jessie spat, as other girls grumbled similar grievances in agreement. “Okay. You all still need to exercise regularly, but fine. It doesn’t have to be a punishment anymore. Done. What else?” Amber compromised. She was willing to barter away some of her more extreme methods if it meant people started falling back in line and quit fighting her every step of the way. “Can we do something fun? Every day.” Juanita inquired tentatively. “Sure.” Amber nodded, noticing more people coming around. “And longer water breaks!” Alison piped. “Deal.” Amber smiled in response, while pointing in Alison’s direction. “No more fat shaming. No more mean insults when we are trying to exercise.” Betty burst sounding like she was about the only one that hadn’t softened her skepticism. “I was just trying to motivate you guys.” Amber muttered in her defense before relenting, “But… I see now that I was… too enthusiastic. You guys need positive motivation during calisthenics, not… insults. I’ll be better going forward. And is it fair for me to expect you all to be better going forward too?” Her question was met with silence. “Am I being unreasonable?” Amber added, as her onlookers began shaking their heads. “Alright then.” Amber replied turning, waving, and muttering, “dismissed.” Then she hurried her big butt back to her room at the head of the cabin. And that appeared to be that. “What the hell just happened? Where did all that come from?” Juanita muttered, approaching her friends. “I don’t know, but if she wants us to feel sorry for her, she’s got another thing coming.” Betty doubted. “D*amn right.” Jessie agreed. “I don’t know guys. For once Amber seemed… human. She’s gained a lot of weight this summer, maybe she’s gained a little empathy along with all that fat?” Alison softly countered, “If this means Amber’s reign of terror is over maybe we should quit messing with her. I didn’t know she was having issues with her birth control.” “That’s because she’s making it up. We know why she’s getting fat. It’s not her birth control. That’s just her excuse.” Betty butted in. “But, if she’s being genuine about treating us better, I agree with Alison. Mission accomplished.” Juanita nodded along with what Alison was saying. “No. People like Amber don’t change on the flip of a coin like this. She’s just trying to use her weight gain to manipulate us into feeling sorry for her!” Betty declared, “You can let her fool you, if that’s what you want, but I’m not going to give up because of one pretty little speech.” “Me either.” Jessie affirmed in solidarity with Betty. “Fine, let’s wait and see if she keeps her word. We can revisit the issue in a week. Then we can vote on it.” Juanita suggested before adding, “I don’t really care if she’s changed, or if she’s lying about her birth control. So long as she keeps her word about treating us better. That’s all that really matters to me.” “Same.” Alison hummed. “Fine. That sounds fair.” Jessie muttered. “Whatever.” Betty grumbled crossing her arms, “You know where I stand. If I’m out voted. So be it.” “Good. Now that that’s settled, can we talk about the raid? Betty, what did you do with all the contraband? Flush it down the toilets or something?” Juanita asked wanting to know, but before Betty could respond, a familiar voice echoed over everyone else’s… “Betty! Mind if I have a word?” Amber called out, motioning with her finger for Betty to join her over by her bed. “Sure.” Betty sighed, as she left the safety and comfort of her friends and entered the lion’s den with Amber. Once they were alone, Amber just turned and stared at Betty silently. Betty could tell just from her ‘gotcha’ posture that the plumped-up tyrant had probably just discovered where Betty had so quickly stashed everyone’s contraband prior to the raid. The continuing silence prompted Betty to ask defensively, “What’s up?” “Why were you in the cabin, instead of the cafeteria with everyone else, when we started the raid?” Amber asked in an accusatory fashion while she studied Betty’s face for any sign of discomfort. “I like to use the bathroom when nobody’s around. I already told you that.” Betty replied, as she unconsciously crossed her arms, and then relaxed her posture trying not to assume too defensive of a stance. In response either knowingly or unknowingly, Amber mimicked her posture. Putting Betty ill at ease. “Yeah. I guess I did already know that. Silly me.” Amber ended her sentence with a fake giggle clearly trying to catch Betty in a lie. However, when she opened her mouth again, her tone changed, so much so that it caught Betty off guard, “I feel I owe you… an apology. I’ve suspected you were involved with this cabin’s contraband problem for a while now, and… It’s clear that I was totally wrong.” Confused with Amber’s approach, Betty still figured it was some kind of ruse. Amber hated her. Betty knew that more than anything. She was lying too her face right now. If Amber was saying she thought Betty was innocent, then she really thought she was guilty. Deciding to try and play some mind games of her own with the blonde, Betty gave her a response she knew she would be expecting, “I mean, you’re not completely wrong.” “Hmm?” Amber hummed; her curiosity clearly piqued. “I did seek out contraband around the start of the summer. I asked an old friend to buy some for me, but she refused. In doing so she kinda read me the riot act, and I realized I was only sabotaging myself. I’m not going to lie; I hate this camp. I hate coming here every year, but she made me see that part of my suffering was my fault.” Betty partially lied convincingly to her torturer’s face. “Huh, who did you ask?” Amber inquired, appearing to buy Betty’s half-truth. “Sally. It was stupid. She could have reported me. I guess you could now too.” Betty revealed playing the part of the broken camper quite well. “I’m not going to report you. Heck, you’re the only reason cabin nine probably isn’t ranked fifth instead of third. You keep on losing weight, and I’ll keep your little secret. You can trust me.” Amber appeared to promise sweetly. ‘Does she even realize she just freaking blackmailed me??’ Betty wondered, while trying to maintain the appearance of compliance, and nodding her head. Taking Betty’s silence as acquiescence, Amber continued, “Since we’ve got a little circle of trust going on now, do you know who’s supplying all the other campers with contraband? And where all that contraband might be stashed?” Amber questioned, wanting to see if she could get anything else out of Betty. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna know. But even if I did know, I’m not a rat.” Betty firmly gave her answer. “Of course not.” Amber nodded appearing to respect Betty’s stance, before sounding a bit patronizing as she repeated, “Of course not.” Amber said this, all while judgmentally thinking, ‘You’d be more like a fat guinea pig.’ “But do you want my opinion?” Betty offered. “Sure.” Amber nodded. “As long as there is demand for it, campers will find suppliers for contraband.” Betty explained, “That’s always going to happen if this place bans certain foods.” “Yeah, I think you’re right.” Amber hummed, clearly not really listening, “Just one more question.” “Yeah? What’s that?” Betty wondered, as Amber turned around, and lifted the covers off her bed, and then stepped aside to reveal someone had cut a gash into the side of her mattress and stuffed copious amounts of junk inside of it among the cushion and springs. “Which one of you fat brats in this cabin tried to frame me today?” Amber spat with disgust in her voice. “I… I’ve got no idea.” Betty muttered trying to keep her cool. “It had to be somebody pretty smart. I mean, if Pack Leader had searched by bed, it would have been my word against my campers. Seems like somebody was trying to bank on those rumors about me confiscating contraband and hording it for myself to get me in trouble. And… you were the only one in the cabin before it was raided. You had the opportunity to do this, didn’t you?” Amber accused with a firm poke to Betty’s belly. “You weren’t here yesterday. Anyone could have done it. Everyone had the opportunity to try and frame you when you were away. I’m losing weight this summer. I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. You are always so quick to blame me for everything, but you don’t have any proof I did anything wrong!” Betty shot back, throwing Amber’s accusatory tone right back into her face. Stunned into silence for a moment, Amber considered the merits of Betty’s points, before disregarding them and replying, “You’re right. I guess it could have been anybody. And I don’t have any proof it was you. But I know you did this Betty. It’s always you. So, I’m warning you, step out of line again and you’ll regret it. You’re playing with fire.” “Noted. Great pep talk. Am I free to go?” Betty muttered sensing Amber had played all her cards for now. “You’re dismissed.” Amber scoffed, feeling like Betty had gotten her message. She knew Betty would slip up eventually. And when she did, Amber planned on being there. Once Betty retreated, Amber turned to the massive pile of contraband she’d discovered and pondered exactly what to do with it all. If she reported it to Pack Leader, there was a chance her Aunt wouldn’t believe the truth, that one of her campers had planted it all there to frame her. Part of Amber wanted to recant on the promises she’d made to her campers and force them to endure a grueling workout for the ages as punishment, but she thought better of it for now. She considered the option of using the massive pile of contraband stuffed into her mattress as leverage. She could use the junk as a reward for anyone willing to out the person or person’s smuggling the stuff into the cabin and spoiling her chances of winning cabin of the year. But such a course of action would certainly be frowned upon by her Aunt. That just left one thing to do with all of the junk. Throw it all away. What better way to punish her campers now that she’d sworn off making them exercise? Once she snatched every single last bit of junk from inside her mattress, she’d throw everything into a bag, march her campers down to the dumpster, and make them watch as she trashed their contraband. So, Amber grabbed a trash bag, and started the long process of removing all the candy, chips, and other foodstuffs from the inside of her mattress. It was a longer process than she anticipated and having to stand hunched over for so long in the heat of cabin nine made it an exhausting one. It was a little while into her endeavor, that Amber felt her stomach begin to rumble. For some reason, everything she was pulling out from under her bed looked incredibly appetizing, even stuff she never ate, like poptarts, and candy bars. Sparing a glance toward the other side of the cabin, Amber could tell the place was now empty. As her hungry continued to eat away at her, a greedy thought immerged from the depths of her mind, one that proved far too tempting for the overinflated counselor to resist, ‘Since I’m going to throw it all out anyway… What difference does it make if I have a little bite of something just to take the edge off? Nobody’s around. Nobody will know. Nobody’s going to find out. Just one little bite.’ And just like that, Amber ripped open a poptart and took a hearty bite. The taste was heavenly. As she chewed, her whole body seemed to savor the flavor, producing a little tingle on the back of her neck. When she swallowed it, another devilishly irresistible thought entered Amber’s mind, ‘Mhh! That was good! Another bite wouldn’t hurt…’

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Part 15 With Christmas eve only a few short hours away, Heidi’s last nightshift of the month took an odd turn when her sister Sophie unexpectedly arrived at the hospital complaining about symptoms of leg pain during exertion, soreness, swelling, and foot pain when at rest. Exactly the type of symptoms that would call for an ultrasound exam… Since it was a slow night, it didn’t take long to give the obese hourglass of a woman what she wanted, but Heidi couldn’t help, but find it highly suspicious that her sister would seek out treatment while she was in town for the holidays precisely when Heidi was working the night shift at the hospital. However, it wasn’t her job to question her patients’ motives. Perhaps Sophie had injured herself in her latest marathon attempt two months ago. So, Heidi started performing the exam as she normally would, but scanning such a large patient was never easy, Sophie made the situation even worse by jittering and prattling on non-stop. “…And after I got to the rail trail, I was getting ready to run, stretching and stuff, and this skinny sorority looking college girl jogs past me and gives me the up and down eyes and then laughs at me, before wishing me 'good luck.' Smug b*tch.” Sophie quickly gossiped before Heidi could so much as nod her chubby face, “In my head I’m like, d*mn girl, I don't need luck! I know I don’t look it, but I’m in pretty good shape! So, I didn't say anything, but I was laughing to myself half an hour later when my fat ass ran right past her on the side of the trail catching her breath. I’m fat but fast, b*tch!” “Funny.” Heidi mumbled, as she kept trying to press her transducer into her sister’s blubbery thigh to get a better image. Her hands were beginning to feel exhausted from the strain. Sophie had to weigh somewhere north of 450lbs. Pressing into her took a lot of strength and stamina Heidi simply lacked. To make matters worse, her scrubs kept riding up around her belly every time she really leaned forward, even in the slightest. Having to pause and keep tugging them back down to cover herself was killing the speed of her progress. “If it was funny, you would have just laughed. Not mumble, ‘funny.’” Sophie sighed, sounding a little deflated, her sister’s energy wasn’t on her level right now. To Heidi’s ears, Sophie sounded pretty happy for someone who was supposedly in pain. “It’s funny. I’m just a little distracted at the moment, it’s a little hard to see your veins.” Heidi explained, as she once again tried to press into her sister with little success. It was embarrassing to admit, but she was actually starting to lose her breath from her failed exertions. “Why’s that?” Sophie questioned sounding far too awake and lively for 9:35PM on a weekday. “There is a lot of… soft tissue in the way.” Heidi tried to respond as politely as she could. It was difficult staying professional with her sister, but since she was at work, she was really trying her best. “That doesn’t make any sense.” Sophie shook her head causing her blubbery body to jiggle. Losing patience, Heidi gave her hands a break, looked her younger sister dead in the eye, and tried to tell her as clearly and politely as possible, “I’m using high-frequency sound waves to measure the amount of blood flow in your blood vessels. I’m pressing a transducer against your skin and the sound waves move through your skin and other body tissues to the blood vessels. The sound waves echo off of the blood cells. These echoes are then sent to my monitor. If you’ve got a lot of soft tissue in the way, I need to press my transducer harder into you to get a clearer picture, that’s hard to do when you’re so… y’know. Large.” “Large?” Sophie questioned. Rolling her eyes, Heidi grunted honestly, “Fat.” “I don't think I'm that fat anymore. Sure, I’m still around 450lbs, but I was getting close to 500lbs at my heaviest…” Sophie began to argue, but Heidi wasn’t having any of it. Her attempts to remain professional with her sister had reached their limit. “You're fat. You’re the biggest person I’ve examined all week, and that’s saying something because my patients are normally pretty huge.” Heidi just outright said it, giving up on tiptoeing around the truth. It was odd, in her head it was still easy to judge her patients for being so overweight, but the reality was that nowadays she rarely had to scan a patient, like Sophie, that was actually fatter than she was. “Well I have a lot of muscle under the fat, so I'm not really that fat-fat. You know?” Sophie added with a deep poke to her sister’s significantly softer lower belly, while Heidi simply gritted her teeth in response. Feeling Sophie’s finger sink into her thick midsection wasn’t going to deflect from the truth. “Excuses, excuses, bottom line… You’re really big sis. Bigger than I am. I’m only around 375 at most.” Heidi fired back with a firmer poke to her sister’s belly. Once her hand sunk into her sister’s flesh, she was surprised that it did feel firm underneath the soft and jiggly exterior. “I’m heavier for sure, but bigger? I don’t know. I’m taller than you and you might be wider than I am, and rounder. Your belly totally sticks out farther than mine does.” Sophie teased, while she tried to remove Heidi’s hand from her belly. Biting her lip with annoyance, Heidi gave her pestering younger sister a quick flick to her expansive breasts, before snapping, “It does not! Shut up! I’m not a doctor, so I’m not supposed to say this, but… The pain in your foot you’re experiencing after that marathon of yours would probably go away if you weren’t so freaking fat. Your blood flow would improve too. I know being fat is kinda part of your brand now, but if you’re planning on doing another marathon, you might wanna consider losing some weight.” “I’ll never break that world record if I lose weight sis. Besides, I’m not supposed to lose weight for at least…” Sophie abruptly paused, before cradling her stomach, “seven more months.” “Whaaat.” Heidi nearly gasped, “You’re pregnant? Like for real?” “Sure am.” Sophie smiled with joy. “I didn’t know you were trying. I thought you wanted to lose weight before… y’know.” Heidi muttered pretty caught off guard. “That was the plan, but after thanksgiving… It kinda just hit Liam and me that I’m not gonna lose this weight. Like you said, it’s a part of my brand now. So, why wait to start trying?” Sophie explained cheerfully. “Wow, I’m surprised you got pregnant so fast. I thought being overweight made it harder to conceive.” Heidi replied curiously. “It does, we just got lucky I guess.” Sophie shrugged with an awkward-looking smile. “Well congratulations!!!” Heidi squeaked leaning forward to hug her sister, causing her scrubs to rise up and expose her belly again, as the two blobby blondes mushed together for a moment in a tender embrace, “Who else knows?” “Just Liam. Figured I needed to tell you since you’re going to be off with Keith’s family tomorrow.” Sophie explained, as the two hefty sisters parted and returned to their seats. “So was the foot pain thing just made up?” Heidi questioned wanting to know. “The foot pain is real, although maybe not as bad as I let on. My doctor recommended taking some time off running, which works because I’m pregnant so I’m not going to be able to run that much more anyways.” Sophie prattled in response. Feeling the excitement rising within her, Heidi offered, “Do you want me to scan your belly or something?” “Umm, yeah. Why do you think I visited you in the first place? I can’t imagine a better early Christmas gift.” Sophie chuckled, as Heidi grabbed some more warmed ultrasound gel. She was going to need a lot to scan her sister’s expansive belly. However, before Heidi could get everything prepared, Sophie blurted out another question, “When do you think you and Keith will try to have kids?” … The exciting start to Heidi’s nightshift was contrasted by the dull nature of the remainder of it after Sophie left. Heidi spent the early hours of the morning on her phone, watching Netflix and munching on a pie she’d picked up from Shauna at her mother’s bakery prior to her shift. She wanted to tell Keith about Sophie’s amazing news, but her sister had sworn her to secrecy until Christmas day. Time flew by working the night shift, as it often did. When it was time to leave, Heidi gathered her things and waddled her cumbersomely big body out of the hospital. It was nice knowing Sophie still held the title of ‘fattest sister.’ After all, over the last ten months since Heidi’s last doctor’s visit she’d gained over 40 pounds on her diet and exercise program, rather than lose anything. The rate of her weight gain had certainly slowed drastically, but the number on the scale was still stubbornly going up each and every month. She was gaining weight almost as fast as Keith was losing it. It was sort of surreal. The man of her dreams had slowly, but surely returned to her, but as he grew leaner and fitter, she grew plumper and fatter. Where once they both possessed similarly chunky builds, now the contrast between them was more pronounced than ever, more so than when she was skinny, and he was the fat one. She was fatter than he’d ever been, and he was in better shape than she’d been when she’d first wandered into Veronica’s office. Their reversal of fortunes changed their relationship dynamics considerably, but from Heidi’s perspective it was all for the better. She still wanted to lose weight and return to her former glory, but she’d grown too comfortable with her indulgent and lazy lifestyle. Heidi maintained her diet when Keith was around to see, mostly, but when he wasn’t around, all bets were off. Food was a comfort Heidi felt entitled to enjoy, especially because she was now consistently attending the gym for 20 or 30 minutes of cardio three times a week every week. Over the last 10 months, her legs developed a bit of lean muscle underneath all the fat, but at the end of the day every day, she was still taking in more calories than she was burning. Newfound fat found its way onto her widening hips, a portion went to her breasts, thighs, buttocks, even her arms, but most of this year’s fat was finding its way to her belly. Whereas Sophie’s belly was one round bulge of fat, Heidi’s had morphed into two puffy, girthy distinct rolls. A lower belly roll, which was larger and more expansive, and an upper belly roll that was puffy and less noticeably droopy than her lower belly roll. Most of her personal cash these days was spent on satisfying her undying hunger and pretty outfits in larger sizes to fit her overflowingly fat frame. Winded from the short walk out of the hospital, Heidi sighed in relief as she spotted her car close by. A benefit of working nights was how close she could park to the hospital. As she zipped up her jacket and hurried toward it, Heidi was very aware of how her soft fleshy body bounced rhythmically with every clumsy step she took, causing the shirt under her jacket to ride up once again. However, rather than struggle to tug it back into place, Heidi ignored it in favor of opening up the door to her driver’s seat and squeezing into her car, lowering the whole car as a result. Last year, it had become apparent to Keith that Heidi was starting to outgrow her car, but for Heidi, the realization hadn’t hit home until recently. She tried to close the door like usual, but her hips prevented the door from closing all the way. “Come on! It’s cold!” Heidi growled to herself, as she struggled to heave her hefty body upward a little bit so she could shimmy her wide rear end onto the center consul’s cup holders. Having created some extra space, Heidi then proceeded to close the driver’s door successfully, before promptly plopping back down into the seat and wedging herself firmly in the seat. If Keith were around, she might have bothered to go through the exhaustive process of putting her seatbelt on, but since it was Christmas eve and quite early, she figured she didn’t have to worry about much traffic on the drive home. Sitting all smushed as she was, Heidi’s thighs were very close to touching her steering wheel, and so was her belly. It was a little sad that her car wasn’t built to withstand her newfound girth, they’d been through so much together. It was more than likely that Keith was getting her a new car after Christmas, since she’d been complaining about it. It was a shame, the car was probably good to last with proper maintenance for another 50,000 miles, but it just wasn’t a good fit for her anymore. Turning on the car, Heidi apologized to it, before driving it in the direction of home for probably the final time. About ten minutes into the drive, an upcoming McDonalds caused Heidi to feel a little nostalgic for all the drive through she’d enjoyed in her car these past few years. Wanting to give her car one last go-round, she entered the drive-thru and ordered herself a ** breakfast, an assortment of muffins and bagels, some breakfast wraps, and hash browns. Heidi didn’t pay attention to the cost, but she’d managed a $30 order all for herself. To eat, Heidi pulled up into a nearby gas station and parked before her little indulgent feast. McDonalds felt like such a deserving reward for a long night’s work; however, everything came in so much packaging the mess was problematic. So, pulling up to get some gas at the pump, Heidi handed over her credit card and informed the attendant to top it off all the way. Once he gave her the card back, she slowly squeezed out of the car so she could dump all evidence of her breakfast into the trash. However, wanting to take extra precautions not to get caught by her husband, Heidi waddled inside and picked up an air freshener to cover up the smell of fast food in her car, in case Keith intended to drive it to the dealership soon to trade it in. With her breakfast routine finished, Heidi headed straight home after her car was finished fueling. Her sleep schedule was all screwed up, and she was looking forward to enjoying a nice long lengthy slumber until the early afternoon. By the time Heidi eventually made it inside, it was nearing 7AM. Closing the front door, Heidi approached the steps that lead upstairs and paused to ponder if there was anything she needed downstairs before she lumbered her way upstairs. Figuring there was nothing, Heidi began the process of climbing the stairs. What was once a thoughtless effortless process now was considerably more methodical and strenuous. Being roughly 25 pounds shy of 400 meant that Heidi was lifting a lot more weight with every step than she was during her college days, or even the first few years of her marriage. The heat was on in the house, making the effort Heidi was putting into climbing the stairs a slightly sweaty endeavor for her since she hadn’t taken her jacket off. Upon reaching the summit feeling a little uncomfortable, Heidi unzipped her jacket, and waddled into the bedroom as quietly as she could so as to not wake her sleeping husband. Sure enough, once she entered, she could hear him snoozing peacefully in the dark. When he was heavier, he used to snore, but not anymore. Tossing her jacket into her closet, Heidi made her way into the master bathroom, and began undressing. Her shirt was already halfway off, it had ridden up so much underneath her jacket that it didn’t even cover her deep belly button. Wrangling it off only took a few moments, but in order to do so Heidi had to lift her hefty arms over her head, something she generally avoided doing unless necessary since it was so tiring. With the shirt off, the pants were next. Her stretchy scrubs had grown tight but rolling them down past her thighs and wiggling them off with her feet still worked just fine. Her underwear was next and was certainly less trouble than her scrubs. Fully naked now, and a little chilly, Heidi was tempted to sneak into bed and cuddle up close to Keith to warm up, but he wasn’t as good as a space heater as he used to be now that he’d lost all the excess fat. So, instead Heidi turned the shower on and waited until it started to get a little steamy to get into the new bathtub. Like the car, the old bathtub had become too small to accommodate Heidi’s widened hips and girthier backside, a fact Heidi had embarrassingly discovered by getting stuck in the old tub while taking a bath for the first time in a long time after they’d gotten home from thanksgiving. It was a terrifying feeling to need Keith to help her out of the tub, but it felt good that he’d been so supportive through the whole ordeal. For him, the solution right away was to get a larger, newer bathtub. He knew she was struggling to lose weight and didn’t want Heidi to feel any worse about the whole ordeal. After her warm shower, Heidi spent some time drying herself off, it took much longer now to wedge her towel between the folds in her belly and fully dry herself, but the extra effort nowadays had become so routine Heidi didn’t pay it much attention. When she was done, she simply climbed into bed and closed her eyes, ready to sleep in until her heart was content. “How was work?” The groggy voice of her husband softly broke the silence, as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her fleshy exterior. “Work was great.” Heidi responded thinking of her exciting news about Sophie and cuddling Keith right back. “Great? You never say that about the night shift. Why was it great?” Keith wondered, still sounding not fully awake. “Umm…” Heidi paused, trying to keep her knowledge about Sophie to herself, just like Sophie asked her to. However, she couldn’t contain herself, her self-control wasn’t what it used to be, “Sophie’s pregnant!” “What? Your sister?” Keith questioned sounding surprised. “What other Sophie do we know?” Heidi replied a little snappy, as her hand which had been appreciating her husband’s firm waist began to slowly creep lower. “Right, right. Wow. That’s… Good for them.” Keith hummed, as Heidi’s hand felt her husband’s rock-hard manhood. A bit of a typical discovery most mornings nowadays. Keith’s sex drive had certainly improved as he’d lost weight. Although Keith’s increased libido was a double-edged sword, because sometimes, like right now she just didn’t have the energy for sex, but she’d developed some useful strategies for handling Keith’s urges. “My parents are going to lose their minds.” Heidi figured, as she grabbed hold of Keith’s morning glory and began stroking him. “Maybe now your mom will quit bugging you about kids.” Keith chuckled as he rolled onto his back and let Heidi keep touching him. “I doubt it.” Heidi muttered in response, “Sophie asked about when we were thinking of having kids too.” “Isn’t the plan to start trying once you lose the weight?” Keith questioned, as Heidi’s morning hand job maintained it’s slow and steady acceleration. “I’m turning 30 in a few months… I gained almost 50 pounds this year. I’m not sure the weight is ever coming off…” Heidi admitted sounding a little vulnerable, while she picked up the pace with her hand, “Maybe it’s time we start trying.” “You want to?” Keith questioned sounding more alert. “I think so. Yeah.” Heidi smiled at the lover of her life, “Just have to go to the doctors and get my birth control taken out.” Keith leaned in and gave her a loving kiss before responding, “Then let’s do it.” “You’re okay with a fat wife for the rest of your life?” Heidi hummed with a bit of a knowing smirk, “I’m not losing any weight if you knock me up.” “So long as you’re my fat wife.” Keith replied without hesitation, “More weight just means more of you to love.” No sooner had he given Heidi his satisfactory reply than she felt him spasm in her hand, in response, Heidi purring with delight, “I f*cking love you.” “I f*cking love you too.” Keith replied, pausing for a second before adding, “Mind cleaning me up?” “With my mouth?” Heidi hummed knowingly. “Yes please.” Keith nodded, as Heidi let out a sigh and began struggling to sit forward thanks to her girthy inflexible frame. “I spoil you.” Heidi sighed obediently giving her husband exactly what he wanted. … After rousing her husband, he got out of bed and began his morning routine while Heidi promptly fell into a deep slumber. Since it was Christmas Eve, Keith didn’t have to get to work today, but his gym was still open so after some breakfast and coffee that’s where he went for a good hour and a half. By the time he returned, Heidi was still asleep, so he rinsed off in the guest bathroom so as not to wake her up prematurely before she got all the rest she needed. With a few hours of downtime ahead of him, Keith went to the kitchen and cut up some fruit to add to his cereal. The way he’d overcome his hunger cravings wasn’t by eating less, but by adding more nutrition to his snacks throughout the day. With more protein and fiber in his diet and less processed foods and sugars, his carvings naturally fell to the point he could gradually lose weight with exercise. At roughly 225lbs, Keith had reclaimed the body that had once drawn Heidi to him. He was proud of himself, and of just how far he’d come. Pairing up with a personal trainer was an investment that had really paid off. Now that he’d dropped the excess weight, working out no longer felt like a chore, but more like a leisure activity. At home his row machine still lived in the basement, but he’d installed a TV into the wall so he could get a workout in when watching sports after work if it was too late to go to the gym. Heidi had been resistant to him turning what had been storage space for them into a man-cave, but she eventually relented. It wasn’t finished, but he was halfway through installing a bar down there. With some carpeting and a pool table, his man-cave was coming together more and more every month. With nothing to really do after eating his post-workout snack, Keith ventured downstairs and decided to put in a few hours working on his dream bar. While he worked, Heidi continued to snooze. It was nearly 1:30 in the afternoon by the time she actually woke up and got out of bed. The plan for Christmas Eve was to head over to Keith’s parent’s house around six for dinner. To be honest, Heidi wasn’t looking forward to it. Lumbering over to her closet, Heidi spent the better part of 10 or 15 minutes searching for something comfortable to wear and ended up settling upon a stretchy pair of high-waisted grey sweatpants that appeared more formfitting and skintight than they were meant to once she put them on and pulled them up over her belly. Her big McDonald’s breakfast was coming back to bite her. She was surprisingly bloated for having just woken up. After wrangling on a sports bra, and then another for more stability for her swollen breasts, Heidi selected an extra-extra large light blue t-shirt. It wasn’t pretty, but it was comfortable, concealed the girth of her upper arms, breasts, and bloated belly, although it wasn’t quite long enough to do anything to hide her rounded thighs, enormous rear end, and generously wide and cushy hips. Letting out a sigh, Heidi grabbed a pink pair of socks that were particularly comfortable and waddled out of the bedroom over to the stairs. A few months ago, thanks to her increased clumsiness, she’d slipped on the steps and landed right on her ass. Thankfully she hadn’t hurt herself at all, but the experience gave her enough of a fright to remember to hold on to the handrail and walk slowly down the steps, so that’s exactly what Heidi did. With each and every cautious step, the staircase creaked loudly in response. The noise was such that Keith could hear her approaching from the basement. Putting a pause on his work assembling his bar, Keith ventured upstairs to greet his wife. “Morning babycakes!” Keith chirped, as he rounded the hallway’s corner and arrived just in time to see Heidi finish her decent. “It’s not morning anymore.” Heidi sighed sounding a little off. “What’s wrong?” Keith wondered, as Heidi tossed him her comfy pink socks. “Can you help me get my shoes on?” Heidi whined, as she leaned backward and carefully rested her big backside on the steps. The girth of her body was wide enough to block pretty much the majority of their staircase. “Sure, where are you going?” Keith nodded, as he bent down on one knee, and lifted up one of his wife’s chubby legs. Looking at her feet, they appeared swollen compared to how they looked when she was a skinny-mini. “The gym.” Heidi groaned much to Keith’s surprise, while he put on her first sock and then switched to lift up her other leg. Even the weight of one of her legs resting upon him felt like a lot. “Why the gym? Didn’t you already make the gym three times this week?” Keith wondered, as he put on her last sock, put her foot gently back down, and hurried over to the door to grab a pair of Heidi’s running shoes. “I just feel pretty blehhh… Seeing your mom makes me anxious ever since that time she…” Heidi began to explain, as Keith cut her off while he knelt back down and put on her first shoe. “I remember. You have nothing to worry about. I talked to her about that. It’s not going to happen again.” Keith promised, as he put on Heidi’s second shoe and began tying the first. “Not too tight.” Heidi reminded him, as Keith nodded untying the shoe he was working on and starting over. “Better?” He wondered, as Heidi nodded. “Better.” She spoke before adding, “I know you talked to her about it, and I appreciate that. I really do. But when she has a few glasses of wine, I don’t know. It feels like she can’t control herself.” “I mean, I could ask her not to drink tonight.” Keith proposed trying to make his wife feel better. “I feel like that would start a whole different fight.” Heidi figured, as Keith finished tying her shoes. “How’s that feel?” Keith wanted to know, as Heidi held out both her hands for him to grab. “Help me up.” She politely demanded, as Keith did just that and helped heave his hefty wife to her feet. After taking a few steps and kicking out her feet once or twice, producing a jiggle effect that shook right up her legs to her belly, Heidi added, “Feels perfect. Thanks.” “Anytime.” Keith smiled, as Heidi pulled at his collar for him to bend toward her so she could give him an appreciative kiss. “*Mwah!* You, are gonna be such a good dad.” Heidi complemented him. She loved that he wasn’t above helping her out with her socks or shoes. Sure, she could still get ready on her own, and did so pretty much every morning she went to work at the hospital, but bending over and heaving herself up and down had just become so exhausting for her that it was nice when Keith did the work for her. It was easy to imagine Keith tying the shoes of their future children before they went to school. “I hope so.” Keith shrugged, as Heidi leaned into him for a hug. He felt so solid and strong. It didn’t take long being this close to him for her heartrate to start to beat a little faster. “I know so.” Heidi assured him, as husband and wife slowly parted, and Heidi began looking for her jacket on the coat rack. Except it wasn’t there. Remembering that she tossed it in her closet, Heidi burst, “Crap.” “What?” Keith wondered, as Heidi pursed her lips looking a little conflicted. On the one hand, she knew Keith loved taking care of her, but on the other, she felt a little guilty asking so much of him. Deciding to bite the bullet, Heidi just asked, “Could you grab my jacket, I left it in my closet in the bedroom.” “Which one?” Keith asked, as he started hurrying up the stairs. He moved so quickly now; Heidi couldn’t help finding his increased physicality both impressive and attractive. “It’s the one on the floor! Thanks!” Heidi called back, while Keith hurried out of sight and into the bedroom before reemerging a few moments later with her jacket. Zipping back down the steps, Heidi held out her arms, and Keith effortlessly helped her into her jacket, even zipping it up for her. “Good luck at the gym. Work off that anxiety.” Keith cheered, as Heidi smirked. “Haha, I’ll try.” Heidi muttered before giving Keith another kiss. This time she slipped her husband a little tongue while her hand snuck a loving rub of Keith’s crotch before stepping backward, giving her husband a flirtatious wink, and heading out to her car. “What was that for?” Keith questioned enjoying Heidi’s friskiness. “Just giving you something to think about while I’m gone.” Heidi replied in a flirting tone with a wave. Keith lingered and watched at the door, as Heidi slowly waddled away, her big curvy butt slinking from side to side with every step, showing off. She’d grown to be quite different from the fit firecracker of a women he’d initially fell in love with, but he didn’t see this blubbery and more submissive version of Heidi as a downgrade, not anymore. While he probably wouldn’t have gone for Heidi back in college if she’d been at her current enlarged size, if he could go back in time knowing what he knew now, he’d do it all over again with Heidi. Rushing toward her, he gave his wife’s thick tushy a firm and frisky slap, causing Heidi to turn around and squeak in surprise, “Oof! Keith!” Before she could say another word, he pinned her against the car and gave her a kiss equivalent to the one she’d just given him, he even ran his hand below her fatty upper pubic area and rubbed her just like he knew she enjoyed. “Mhh!” Heidi hummed before gasping with excitement, “Do you want me to forget about the gym today??” “No, you should go. Work off your anxiety.” Keith replied, only inches away from her eagerly awaiting lips. “You’re sending me mixed messages honey.” Heidi smiled, while she put her hand on Keith’s and slowed his touching of her just a little bit to the tempo she wanted, “You’re turning me on.” “Good, now you’ll have something to think about while you’re gone.” Keith teased in the same flirting tone Heidi had just taken with him. “You’re gonna get it later.” Heidi smiled ultimately enjoying her husband’s playfulness today. After another impassioned kiss, this time Keith let her get into her car. As Heidi went through her normal process of squeezing into her seat and closing the door, Keith hoped his mother kept her opinions to herself tonight, the last thing he wanted was another, incident… … Hungry and horny, Heidi was a mess driving over to the gym. She didn’t want to stop for fast food again, but she was certainly tempted. It took every ounce of self-control not to pull into a burger king for a nice fat and juicy burger to sink her teeth into. It also took a promise to herself, that she’d treat herself to one of her gym’s tasty smoothies, protein shakes, or milk shakes that they offered in the ‘fuel your body’ area once she arrived. A few minutes later, to Heidi’s delight, the gym wasn’t very crowded. There wasn’t even a line in the ‘fuel your body’ area so she was quick to order herself an Oreo-cookie milkshake to ease her hunger. She waited in the food court area while she ravenously gulped down her drink before wandering over to the actual gym portion of the place. The gym she paid to attend had three floors, a basement floor with squat racks and free weights, a ground floor with most of the typical weightlifting machines, a sauna, and a closed off yoga studio room, and finally a loft floor with most of the cardio machines. Heidi had one cardio machine in particular she liked to use. It was a stationary bike tucked into the corner upstairs with a TV mounted on the wall in front of it overlooking the steps. It was remote, it had a wide seat for a large bottom lady such as herself, and unlike the treadmills, it never caused her feet to feel sore. After tossing her empty milkshake into the trash, the hike up the steps felt like a warmup. Slightly winded and perspiring slightly from the exertion, as she caught her breath Heidi did a quick scan of the floor to see if any men were up here. To her relief, none were. Since she only saw women, Heidi decided to take off her shirt so she wouldn’t drench it when she started peddling. Tucked away in her own little corner, she knew none of the women up here would give two sh*ts about a hippo getting her workout on. So, Heidi waddled over to her section of the floor. For once she felt like she had a lot of energy flowing around inside her today. Keith had gotten her all hot and bothered before she left, but she was also deeply anxious about dealing with his blunt mother tonight. Furthermore, Sophie’s news about her pregnancy had Heidi flustered too. She’d impulsivity thrown the idea of having kids at Keith and he’d responded like a champ, but deep down, Heidi had no idea if she was ready for kids right now. She always thought she would know when she was ready, but even now she wasn’t completely sure. She wanted Sophie’s kid to have a cousin near the same age, and Keeley certainly wasn’t going to have kids anytime soon. “Ugh…” Heidi sighed, trying to calm her racing mind. There was too much she had to think about right now. Exercise would help calm her down. Then she waddled around the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Someone was on her machine. Another feminine fatty, similar in size to herself, but taller with dark hair, and more of an hourglass. Unlike Heidi, whose sports bra and high waisted grey jogger combo looked tight enough to burst off her, this young woman’s workout attire was a beautiful matching pink sweatsuit, figure hugging, but much more properly fitted. Even though they were both fatties, Heidi couldn’t help feeling a little grubby in comparison. Not letting this little setback get to her, Heidi calmly approached the expansively large young woman and asked, “Umm, excuse me. No rush, but how much longer do you think you’ll be on this stationary bike? It’s kinda my favorite. It’s off on its own and…” “And away from everybody else?” The familiar sounding woman hummed, as she quit peddling and looked directly at Heidi. “Yeahhh, makes me feel less self-conscious about working out, haha…” Heidi laughed uncomfortably, as this girl gave her a strange feeling. She even looked kinda familiar. Getting off the bike and standing upright, this Amazonian curvaceous blob of a woman towered over Heidi by nearly a foot it seemed, “It’s all yours. Just let me wipe it down, I’ve been sweating like a pack mull over here… H-Heidi??” “That’s me…” Heidi muttered, as her brain suddenly solved the mystery of who this massive fatty was standing in front of her, “G-Gretchen???” “Heidi!” The blobby hourglass gushed, as her hand rushed to cover her mouth, “It’s been too long!” “Yeah, I haven’t seen you since you… Quit right?” Heidi struggled to remember. She’d actually celebrated Gretchen leaving by going to her mother’s bakery and binge eating practically a whole cake. But the woman standing in front of her hardly looked like the annoying perfectionist Heidi remembered, Gretchen was at least two or three times the size she used to be! “That’s right. Almost two years ago now.” Gretchen explained, while Heidi racked her brain trying to figure out how it was possible for someone as addicted to CrossFit as Gretchen used to be to be so large now? “Which hospital are you working at now?” Heidi blurted just trying to avoid an awkward silence. “I’m not really working at the moment. My husband makes enough that I don’t really need to work at all anymore if I want.” Gretchen gushed, as she held out her plump hand and showed Heidi her big engagement ring. “Beautiful. I’m kinda in the same boat with my husband, but I think I’d go stir crazy if I didn’t have my job. Kinda gives me purpose you know?” Heidi replied, as she continued eying Gretchen’s ring. Whoever bought it must have been loaded, it was even larger than the one Keith had bought for her. “I hear that. Boredom’s done a number on me. As you can see. Ha…” Gretchen laughed, as she slapped her belly and watched it jiggle. “Yeah, umm… What happened to you? You’re almost as fat as I am, and I haven’t really stopped putting on weight for three years…” Heidi asked too curious to resist. Gretchen was four years younger than her and was formerly a flawless physical specimen with an overinflated opinion of herself. Now the only thing that seemed overinflated about her, was well… her whole hourglass frame. It was like someone had stuck a hose down her throat in one of those old cartoons and just left the water running on max. It was crazy to see someone who used to harass her about her weight grow to be as fat as she was. “It’s a long story, wanna grab a smoothie and catch up.” Gretchen smiled calmly. “Umm… *burp!* excuse me… Sure.” Heidi blushed, while her stomach gurgled from the milkshake she’d just gulped down. As the fattened duo slowly waddled their way downstairs, idly sharing some more conversation back and forth, Heidi learned that Gretchen had met her husband online and had packed on the pounds once they started dating. She gave up CrossFit, quit her job, and started packing on the pounds like a turkey fattening up for thanksgiving. When they approached the ‘fuel’ area, Heidi didn’t want the employee working to recognize her as the fatty who’d just ordered an Oreo milkshake, so she asked Gretchen to order her a smoothie while she secured a table for them. By the time Gretchen arrived at the table with two smoothies in hand, both extremely overweight women got to gabbing. The conversation quickly turned to the topic of the changes they’d both experienced, gaining so much weight over such a short timeframe. “I get a lot more compliments on my face, hair, and style than I did before.” Gretchen shared, as Heidi’s eyes widened at that one. “Me too! It’s like because my body is less conventionally “appealing” but my personality is still fun and bright, people still find things to say they like about my physical appearance.” Heidi expressed, adding, “Although, if I think too hard about it, it’s kind of demoralizing. Like, what’s wrong with having a belly? My husband thinks my belly is cute, so why can’t normal people think that?” “I don’t know. Social norms I guess… But my husband LOVES my belly. He’s obsessed with it really.” Gretchen smiled, “He’s so strange, but I love it.” “How do you mean?” Heidi questioned trying to understand. “You know how some guys have a foot fetish?” Gretchen replied trying to explain. “Yeah.” Heidi hummed, sipping down another gulp of her smoothie. “He’s got like, a big belly fetish. He loves it when I stuff myself silly. I kinda love it too. I always loved food, but I was so scared of indulging. Now I can eat whatever I want when we’re out, and if I eat too much, it just turns him on like crazy. Talk about a win-win.” Gretchen laughed, as she gulped down some more of her smoothie, and reached over and jiggled Heidi’s belly while adding, “He’d probably find your belly irresistible.” “Good to know.” Heidi awkwardly laughed trying to stop Gretchen from jiggling her fat. “Mhh, another thing I’ve noticed since I got fat. Dudes don’t harass me anymore. They used to bother me so much in the gym, or at bars, all the time. And now, it’s peaceful, it’s like I’m invisible. It’s great.” Gretchen prattled taking another sip of her smoothie. “I don’t know about that. I kinda miss having guys buy me drinks or hold the door for me. Feels weird not getting that kind of attention.” Heidi countered thinking back fondly to how the opposite gender used to obsess over her. Trying to get Gretchen to see things her way, she posed a question, “Don’t you miss being, like fit?” “I actually like being bigger.” Gretchen shrugged much to Heidi’s disbelief. “What?? You can’t be serious?” She barked with surprise. “While I definitely want to lose some of this weight I’ve gained, I certainly don’t want to lose all of it. I think my new belly and back rolls are super cute, not to mention that my curves are much more pronounced than they used to be. Being overweight has some downsides, but I’m liking the positives.” Gretchen explained honestly, dropping Heidi’s jaw. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this from you of all people. I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation like we’re friends or something. I used to hate you. You know that, right? You were such an uptight jerk all the time. You made me feel so self-conscious about myself even before I started putting on weight!” Heidi vented, as Gretchen looked guilty. “I know saying I’m sorry doesn’t quite cut it, but I am sorry for the way I used to treat you. And a lot of people in my life. It’s weird, everything changed when I got fat. People started to treat me differently, and I started to act different. I guess gaining the weight has given me some perspective. Or, I guess empathy? I used to be pretty stuck up, but that’s not me anymore. To be honest, I really am happy to see you. Sorry if I upset you.” Gretchen sincerely responded, pushing her chair away from the table and standing up. “Grethen wait. I can tell you’ve changed.” Heidi began to say as her eyes were drawn to Grethen’s girthy belly for a moment before wandering back up to her fuller face, “In more ways than one. It’s been nice catching up. We should… do it again sometime.” “Really? I’d love that.” Gretchen smiled, while Heidi pushed away from the table and stood up herself. “Good. Just don’t make me regret it.” Heidi growled, as Gretchen bent over and gave her a hug. She squeezed much tighter than Keith ever did. For a moment Heidi felt like she couldn’t even breathe. It was clear that under all that fat, Gretchen still had some of her old strength… … After Gretchen released Heidi from her bear-hug, the former coworkers ended up gabbing for a little bit longer. Heidi vented about her apprehension about her Christmas Eve dinner with her mother-in-law, and Gretchen provided her with a unique potential solution to her anxiety. A half-eaten bag of gummy edibles. Both Keith and Heidi had experimented with 🌿 in college, and they’d even both had a few ** brownies on occasion, but never gummy edibles. Unsure of whether to accept Gretchen’s generous offer Heidi tentatively accepted her gift with the promise that she’d consider taking one before she left to mingle with Keith’s fat-phobic mom. Stuffed full from a big milkshake and smoothie, once she and Gretchen went their separate ways, Heidi didn’t feel like getting her workout on. Instead, she drove home and connected some dots. Gretchen’s possession of 🌿 gummies probably explained how she’d ended up putting on so much weight so quickly. The munchies were no joke. Once home, Heidi avoided Keith’s question about how her workout went, by mentioning her run-in with Gretchen and asking for his thoughts on her potentially getting high before dinner to ease her anxiety. As usual Keith was supportive, and even sounded somewhat encouraging of the idea. Apparently, he remembered Heidi being quite a lot of fun in college on the few occasions he witnessed her experimenting with 🌿. With a plan to handle his mother’s petty comments safely stored in her purse, and Keith’s question about her workout successfully dodged, Heidi made her way up to the bedroom for a quick shower and power nap before she needed to get ready for their night with Keith’s parents. Even though she hadn’t really exercised at the gym, Heidi naturally worked up a sweat nowadays no matter what she was doing, so a shower and a quick scrub between all her newfound folds of fat was just standard practice at this point. When the time finally arrived to start getting ready, Heidi began the process of squeezing into an ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of jeans that she hoped would still fit. However… “These pants do feel snugger than I remember…” Heidi grunted trying and failing to tug the firm fabric up her meaty thighs, “What’s even the point of trying to diet, look where it’s gotten me?? Nothing fits!” “Heidi, relax. Just find something else to wear.” Keith calmly replied, trying to calm his fuming wife down. “I guess you think I should just give up on these jeans because I’m too fat, huh?” Heidi huffed with irritation in her voice. “I didn’t say that.” Keith quickly noted trying not to let Heidi misdirect her anger about her jeans toward him. “F*ck… I can’t let your mother see me like this. Can we just tell her I’m feeling sick?” Heidi begged, letting her paranoia win. “That was your excuse the last time they invited us over for dinner. Come on Heidi. It’s Christmas Eve. I know my mom isn’t exactly your best friend but she’s my mom. We have to see her. And I don’t want to spend Christmas Eve without you.” Keith explained frankly to his exacerbated wife. “These are the largest pair of jeans I own. If these don’t fit then… I’m not showing up to your mom’s house in an ugly sweater and leggings.” Heidi reiterated, before self-consciously asking, “Is it obvious I’ve put on more weight? Do you think your mom will notice?” “Who cares?” Keith replied trying to challenge his wife’s worries. “I care, because she cares.” Heidi fired back. “If she starts something, we can leave. You and me together in solidarity. No matter what. Christmas Eve be d*mned. If my mom makes you uncomfortable. We can just go. That will send a message that she better stop getting on your case about your weight.” Keith explained with sincerity. “You promise.” Heidi sighed, feeling her husband’s support and feeling a little less apprehensive. “I promise.” Keith swore. “Alright. Maybe I have a dress that will fit… Or…” Heidi paused, as she remembered something, “I could try that shapewear my mom got me for Christmas, but I know you don’t like opening presents on Christmas Eve…” “If you already know what your mom got you, there is no point in waiting until tomorrow to open it.” Keith replied putting his hand on his forehead. He could never understand why Heidi went to such great lengths pestering her parents about what they bought her for Christmas. The girl had no sense of delayed gratification. “Great! Would you mind grabbing it for me? It’s the one with the golden bow on it. From my parents, obviously.” Heidi smiled, as Keith hurried off to do her bidding. Over the course of the next hour, Heidi squeezed into her new waist-trimming shapewear, and then struggled her way into a red long-sleeve wrap-Bardot midi dress. The vibrant red color was well suited to the Christmas Eve theme, the long sleeves concealed the true girth of her meaty arms, thanks to the shapewear which the dress fully concealed its figure-hugging fit emphasized Heidi’s impressive hourglass curves and flattened out her usually visible stomach rolls. Around her generous waistline the dress even had a built-in red sash to distract even more from her problem area and divert attention to her ** cleavage and curvy hips. Heidi rounded out the look she was going for with some makeup, matching red lipstick, strappy silver heels, statement earrings and a Santa hat. “How do I look?” Heidi asked her husband, as she modeled her dress for him, “I was going for like a sexy Mrs. Clause, but not like too sexy. Like dignified sexy. Not slutty sexy.” “I think you hit the mark.” Keith smiled seeing that Heidi was feeling better about herself. “Good. Let’s get going. These heels are already killing me. Don’t expect me to do much walking tonight!” Heidi chirped, as she swayed past her husband, and he turned to get a look of her thick shapely ass. After helping Heidi into the car, Keith watched as his wife popped a 🌿 gummy into her mouth and consumed it with some delight. The drive to his parent’s place wasn’t far, but Heidi insisted they take the longer scenic route to give the gummy some time to kick in before they arrived. While driving, husband and wife engaged in some idle chatter, at least until they approached an Arby’s. The 🌿 hadn’t even kicked in yet and Heidi still asked him to pull into the drive thru so she could get some curly fries as an ‘appetizer’. He tried telling her that dinner would probably be ready soon after they arrived at his parents’ house, but Heidi wasn’t hearing any of it. So, Keith pulled into the drive thru and got his fat brat her curly fries. To say Heidi ate her food quickly was an understatement. She positively inhaled her ‘appetizer’ so swiftly that Keith really wasn’t surprised by how much Heidi had ballooned in recent years. Once Heidi was finished, Keith got on with the car ride. It was probably somewhere around 40 minutes after Heidi consumed her edible, right when they pulled onto his parent’s street that wife uttered a surprise sounding, “What-the-f*ck-just-happened…” “You feel okay?” Keith wondered, as he eyed Heidi and could tell from her eyes that the gummy was kicking in. The silly smile on her face told him that her body was currently enjoying the beginnings of a palpable sense of euphoria. That’s when Heidi turned her beautiful chubby face toward him and squealed, “Dude, I’m so high!” Her accurate statement was followed by his wife erupting into a fit of laughter that lasted much longer than it probably should have. Once she got her giggles out, she collapsed her hefty body back into the passenger seat and just seemed to melt away, while he parked the car in front of his parent’s house. “You ready to see my parents?” Keith questioned knowing full well Heidi wasn’t feeling any anxiety right now. “My limbs feel like they 592 pounds… I can’t move…” Heidi responded before snorting and laughing once again before settling down and staring into space. “Were you supposed to take a full gummy? What’s the dosage on them anyway?” Keith muttered kind of concerned. “Haha, I don’t know!” Heidi chuckled, before blinking and looking at Keith slightly more alert, “Oh f*ck! Do you think your parents are going to know I’m high??” “I don’t know. Do you think you can hold it together if we go in there?” Keith questioned, as Heidi thought it over. “I think so.” Heidi muttered once she thought it over, adding a moment later, “I really have to pee.” “Alright, then let’s go do this.” Keith sighed, as he got out of the car and walked around to help his wife get to the door of his parents’ house without further incident. Once inside, Keith’s father gave each of them an enthusiastic hello, while Keith’s mother sipped her wine in the background and looked upon her son’s extremely obese wife with disdain. Heidi was too high to feel the weight of her stare, and Keith simply wasn’t looking for it. When he approached his mother, she was all smiles and compliments, even urging him to taste test some appetizers she’d served in the main room. As Keith and his father plowed forward to do just that, Heidi followed, only to be stopped by Keith’s mom. “Holy cow,” Debby muttered with extra emphasis on the word ‘cow’, “how’ve you been Heidi?” Even stoned, Heidi felt slightly flustered by Debby’s choice of words. Still though, she managed to form a coherent reply, “Never better Debs! “Debs?” Debby tilted her head. Heidi’s nickname for her mother-in-law wasn’t something she ever dared to say to her face, but in her inebriated state, it just slipped out. “Haha, Debby! Sorry! Slip of the tongue!” Heidi laughed equal parts embarrassed and nervous about upsetting Keith’s temperamental mother. “Mhh-hmm…” Debby nodded before taking another sip of her wine and muttering, “No jacket?” “Umm, nope.” Heidi realized, as she used her meaty arms to physically check she wasn’t wearing one. “I guess all that extra fluff is good for something, haha.” Debby judgmentally scoffed into her wine glass as she took another sip with one hand, and with her other, squeezed Heidi’s midsection only to be surprised by how uncharacteristically firm it felt. It was at that moment that she deduced that Heidi was wearing some shapewear around her midsection. “Haha, excuse me?” Heidi questioned feeling insulted, but just a little too inebriated to get snappy. “Hmm?” Debby hummed pretending she had no idea what her absolute blimp of a daughter in law was referencing. “What do you mean by extra fluff? Are you trying to say I’m getting fat?” Heidi growled, not really hitting the nail on her head but getting close enough to trigger Debby to respond in her typical blunt fashion. “No, sweetheart, I’m not inferring that you’re getting fat. You've been fat for years. You shouldn’t even get upset if someone calls you fat. You’re much bigger than that. If anything, I’m saying you’re getting fatter. And it’s noticeable. I can see it in your face, your legs, your hips, your ass, your belly, your breast, even your arms. You better work harder on your weight if you know what’s good for you.” Debby’s mean words just rolled off her tongue like it was second nature. Stoned to high heaven, Heidi was slower to anger than usual, so her outrage manifested in the form of astonishment, “Did you seriously just say that? Did those words just come out of your mouth? Haha, holy sh*t Debby, that’s incredibly rude!” “I am just telling the truth! You can’t fault me for that, can you?” Debby denied, trying to obfuscate the meaning of her previous statement. “No, you’re Keith’s mom, I’ll never hate you, but if you keep bullying me about my weight I’ll…” Heidi tried to threaten, but her words were too slow coming out to prevent Debby from cutting her off mid-threat. “Who’s bullying? I’m just trying to help you out. Life is easier for a woman when she’s thin. Wouldn’t you rather be thin than a big fat loser?” Debby countered, placing a hand on her hip, and putting down her wine glass on the table next to her. “Big fat loser?? Well, your son married me, so I think that makes me a winner regardless of my weight.” Heidi argued not exactly sure what she was trying to say, so she followed up with, “What does my weight have to do with it anyway exactly, huh?” “You’re fat! For one thing, it reflects poorly on my son.” Debby quickly replied not holding back. “I'm fat, because… I’m… full of experiences... mostly happy experiences with your son,” Heidi stumbled a little bit before spitting out what she was really trying to say, “and yeah many of those experiences involved food. Probably too much food, but so what? It doesn’t matter. I’m fat, he’s not ashamed of me for that, we’re still happy together.” “Being fat is not healthy though.” Debby spat, ignoring what Heidi was saying. “How my weight impacts my health is between me and my doctor, it is not your concern Debby!” Heidi fired back, finally finding her groove with this argument despite her inebriation. “Keith can’t enjoy how fat you’ve gotten. You should strive to be thin to make him happy.” Debby relentlessly continued. “Why is it always in one ear out the other with you Debby? Your son loves my body, fat and all.” Heidi replied standing her ground. “I doubt that. My son would never go for such a porker.” Debby punctuated what she was saying with a poke to Heidi’s midsection in an attempt to push her back, but Heidi was far too heavy to be moved by Keith’s mom. That was the last straw for Heidi, nothing was holding her responses back anymore, so she went all in taking a sassy condescending tone, “Actually, he loves me even more with some meat on my bones. He likes something to hold onto in bed. If you know what I mean.” “No. I don’t know what you mean.” Debby pursed her lips and rolled her eyes while crossing her arms, clearly uncomfortable hearing what Heidi had just said. Heidi could tell she struck a chord, so she continued, “My man, your darling boy, prefers me with a little more cushion for the push’in.” “A little more?” Debby interjected, raising an eyebrow, “Please, Heidi, if that were the case, why are you the size of a zeppelin?” “I don’t know!” Heidi growled growing louder in volume, “maybe I’ve been licking too much whipped cream and chocolate sauce off his d*ck recently!” “Ugh! You’re disgusting.” Debby nearly gagged. “I tried to warn you what would happen if you didn’t leave me be.” Heidi huffed smelling victory, with an aggressive poke to Debby’s bony shoulder, she continued, “How about you try to be civil tonight about my weight, and I’ll refrain from sharing intimate details about my sex life with your son.” “Fine. Just… Eww! Fine!” Debby threw her hands up and turned away not wanting to engage anymore. However, Heidi put her hand on Debby’s shoulder and turned her around, not wanting to let her escape just yet. Their little fight just now had helped trigger the next stage of Heidi’s high. The munchies. She suddenly felt so insatiably famished Heidi felt like she could eat a literal elephant. “Good, now show me some appetizers. I’m wasting away.” Heidi snapped. It was her way of putting a little cherry on top of her victorious little dispute with Keith’s mom. However, even though she won the battle, the war was not over tonight… While Heidi savored her victory chowing down indiscriminately on appetizers, Debby bided her time and nursed her wine and watched, while Heidi made an absolute pig of herself. It was amazing to her how Heidi’s once flawless figure had transformed into a bottomless human garbage disposal. It seemed like no amount of food or drink were enough to silence Heidi’s insatiable stomach’s growls and cries to be filled. It didn’t take long for the artichoke dip and crackers to completely disappear into Heidi’s bottomless pit of a stomach. The breads and butters didn’t stand a chance either. Eventually all of the appetizers succumbed to Heidi’s voracious binge, leaving the blobby blonde no other choice but to search for more food directly from the fridge while she waited for the main course to finish. While Heidi swapped between cramming her face full of whipped cream and spicy pickles, the meager contents of the fridge quickly dwindled in the face of her inebriated furiosity. Heidi stuffed her gut until there was nothing left to cram into it. Unable to control herself, she turned to the cupboards and assembled a bizarre peanut butter, fluff, popcorn sandwich and ate it without care. Everything was so delicious it was a wonder to Heidi how everyone who got high didn’t eventually turn obese. After having spent the majority of her time during the visit so far stuffing her face like a ripened fat piglet, Heidi intended to repeat the whole process all over again once dinner was served. Sitting down next to Keith across from his parents, Heidi noticed the chair she was sitting in was much snugger than she remembered. Not only was her waist hugging the armrests, but her hips had also actually locked her in place. Stuck for the time being, Heidi decided not to mention it to anyone just yet, instead she just carried on like nothing was wrong. Sitting across from Keith’s mom, Heidi could tell she was still irritated with her, but Heidi didn’t care. When Keith eventually got up to grab a second plate, and returned with one for Heidi too, Heidi decided to twist the knife a bit with his mother by saying lovingly, “Honey, you’ve got to stop spoiling me.” “It’s Christmas Eve. You’re telling me you didn’t want seconds?” Keith replied innocently, not really noticing what Heidi was doing. “I guess you’re right. After all, your mom did such a good job on all the food. I’m loving it. Thanks Debby.” Heidi smugly smiled at her clearly irritated mother-in-law. “Eat your heart out. I’m glad you like it.” Was all Debby could muster in reply before returning to her wine. Overall, the meal was delicious and one which Heidi thoroughly demolished almost single handedly, although Keith did eat a fairly large amount more than usual. Finally feeling like her munchies were satisfied, Heidi leaned back in her chair and grasped her belly. It felt uncomfortably confined by her shapewear, so much so when she leaned back it creaked and strained so loudly that everybody else at the table just mistook the noise for the old squeaky chair she was sitting on. Heidi wanted to excuse herself to the bathroom to take it off, but since her ass was still thoroughly wedged between the arms of the wooden chair she was sitting on, she decided to wait until she could either get Keith alone to help her or try to squeeze out of her situation herself when nobody was around. After some more idle conversation, Keith and his dad got up to rest off their meal on the couch. Which left just Heidi and Debby sitting at the table. “Aren’t you going to go with them?” Heidi asked, hoping she would leave. “No, I’ll keep you company.” Debby smiled, seeing her chance to get some revenge from earlier, “The boy’s will probably need a little bit before dessert, but you’re welcome to it if you’re interested.” “I don’t know. I can wait for everyone else.” Heidi smiled awkwardly sensing an odd intention within Debby’s apparent kindness. “Nonsense, we’re family. You don’t have to hold back for our sake. Eat your heart out.” Debby replied, as she got up from the table and assembled a plate of dessert for her helpless daughter-in-law. Heidi tried to politely refuse, but Debby was being pushy so she eventually dropped her protests. In her mind, the quicker she ate her plate of dessert, the quicker she’d be free of having to deal with Keith’s mom pestering her. So, when Debby gave her a massive slice of cake, cookies, and a tall glass of hot chocolate to wash it all down, Heidi slowly did her best to eat every last drop of food in front of her. Her progress was slow, but the food tasted heavenly. Heidi endured, although her shapewear continued to stretch, as her belly bloated further and further outward to accommodate the truly insane amount of food she’d packed into herself over the course of the holiday. When she finished her plate, and drained her glass, Heidi felt like she might just explode. Grasping her belly, as it rumbled with some discomfort, Heidi couldn’t contain the gas that rose upward in her throat and found its way to freedom with a loud: *Buuuuuuurrrrppp!!!* “Ugh… I’m stuffed… No more…” “Really? Finally reached your limit, huh? But don’t you want to try a bite of my famous peppermint bark?” Debby teased, as she looked upon the fattened and helpless woman stuck in the chair in front of her with disdain. “I couldn’t.” Heidi shook her head, pleading for mercy. “There’s no harm in just one more bite.” Debby dismissed her refusal and grabbed the chocolate bar. “Please… I can’t eat anymore… I’ll burst…” Heidi begged. Her eyes were intimidated by the big morsal Debby was bringing to her mouth. “That would be a real shame wouldn’t it.” Debby giggled, before stuffing a bite into Heidi’s mouth and watching her reluctantly chew off a bite. “Mhh!” Heidi protested, as Debby put her hand on Heidi’s softened chin and prevented her from doing anything other than swallowing it. That’s when it happened. *Riipppp!!!* “What’s your problem!” Heidi yelped, as she felt her shapewear tear off of her, and her belly surge outward in relief. “My problem? You’re the one who ate me out of house and home tonight! What’s your problem? For f*cks sake! Why can’t you control yourself!?” Debby viciously questioned, as she rested a hand atop Heidi’s swollen midsection that now had expanded to enormous proportions. “I don’t know! I can’t help it!” Heidi blushed too full and exhausted to lift a single finger in her defense. “You couldn’t help it? You’re telling me all this belly,” Debby emphasized with a little slap that produced another belch from Heidi, “was an accident? Sweetheart, this took effort, this took consistency, this took a lot of food. This wasn’t an accident! You would be so beautiful if you lost some serious weight! Why won’t you just do what’s best for my son??” “Don't speak to me that way, Mom!” Heidi emphasized summoning her resolve, “I know you want the best for me but your comments are hurtful and you need to either love me the way I am or keep your mouth shut. When you call me fat and insult me like this it makes me not want to spend time with you!” “I’m not insulting you!” Debby countered clearly enraged, but a voice from the doorway cut her off. “Yes you are mom!” Keith proclaimed, as he hurried to his wife’s aid, “I thought we talked about this. You promised you’d stop making my wife uncomfortable about her weight. She’s the love of my life. If you can’t control yourself, you can count me out of any future family events she doesn’t want to participate in because of your reckless comments and shallow behavior. Come on Heidi. Let’s go.” “I’m stuck…” Heidi admitted, lifting up her arms for Keith to help her, and help her he did. Stunned into silence by her son, Debby froze and watched the husband and wife work together to free Heidi from the clutches of the chair. When Heidi stood up, Keith even helped her to the bathroom so she could safely remove her shredded shapewear. When she was in the bathroom, she could hear Debby’s husband asking what had happened followed by an annoyed: “Not this sh*t again!” After some more muffled chatter between Keith, his mom and his dad, she could hear Keith growl, “And we’ll be waiting by the phone for your apology tomorrow.” Happy her husband had her back, Heidi finished up and the two of them promptly headed home. The way Keith had stood up to his mother like that was a first and something she recognized couldn’t have been easy. She was thankful. She was appreciative. And she was turned on. The only thing she had on her mind when they got home was how she was going to reward her loving husband for his undying loyalty. Once upon a time, she’d been fed up with him, it was now that she realized she’d never feel that way again. For Keith, beauty wasn’t a size zero or a size eight. It wasn’t a number at all. Her hot husband didn’t care if she was 375 pounds or 475 pounds. He kissed the ground she waddled upon no matter what she weighed, and the feeling was certainly mutual now for Heidi no matter what the future held. Through thick and thin, she was his, and he was hers.

That's the end of this one-off, thanks again to my p*a*t*r*0*n*s over on p*a*t*r*e*o*n for submitting and voting for the writing prompt that became this story.

[XWG, Blackmail, force-feeding, teasing, humiliation, workout-fails, wardrobe malfunctions, stuffing, sex] Description: Nancy, a college sophomore and teacher’s pet, is secretly dating her Philosophy Professor with hopes of making their relationship official after she graduates. However, after her jealous arch frenemy, Kassy, finds out, Nancy is blackmailed into fattening up seemingly without end. Fattened by a Frenemy By Polarisdreamer KASSY Freshman year of college was not kind to me. It was the same way in high school. I was an introverted 19-year-old that was just a little too fat to fit in anywhere. I was always on the chubby side, my appearance was round thanks to my wide waistline, broad shoulders, large chest, and comparatively slim arms, legs, hips and bottom, but when I started college, well, let’s just say suddenly my soft curves started expanding out of control as more and more belly fat began to settle upon my regrettably apple shaped frame. Social situations gave me anxiety and to cope, I turned to food. Something quite abundant on college campuses. My roommate and I didn’t get along, and I even felt a little shunned by the other girls in my hallway, except Nancy. Around the time I started putting on more weight a few weeks into the semester, she took an interest in me, and I took an interest in her. Nancy Newman was a bombastic 125-pound blonde and an unrepentant pleasure seeker with a high-pitched voice, and an overly wordy vocabulary. Unlike me, Nancy was very popular, and for good reason. She was gorgeous. I’m not even gay and I had a crush on her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was taller than me, at about 5’6, skinnier than me, by at least 60 or 70 pounds, and all around just more ideally proportioned. Whereas I carried most of my weight in my belly and breasts, Nancy was a coveted hourglass, carrying her weight evenly across her toned athletic body with one notable exception, her rather big perky breasts. She was everything I ever wanted to be. But as I was saying, once I started packing on some extra weight, she started saying hello to me here and there in passing. I thought she was just being polite, but then one night when passing each other on the stairs, she invited me to study with her in the library. She even complemented me on my outfit and offered to buy me some hot chocolate. Just like that, Nancy took me under her wing. We started hanging out every night, studying and snacking together. Nancy had fast-metabolism, a ravenous appetite and was a bit of a food-pusher, but I didn’t mind. It just felt nice to be accepted by someone. She even started showing me how to dress to flatter my figure. Her rules were simple and clear to follow. Since I was a big apple, I was to avoid tucking in my tops so as not to draw attention to my belly. I was to opt for darker solid colors with small patterns to create a slimmer effect on my upper body. Although, to be honest I’m not sure it mattered much since my belly accumulated more and more weight each passing week thanks to all the snacks Nancy forced on me. Anyway… My tops needed to be V-neck or boat neck in order to highlight my broad shoulders. Any dress I wanted to wear needed to end just above the knee and have a raised waistline. Lastly, I was to flaunt my comparatively slimmer arms and legs by wearing sleeveless tops and pretty short skirts. Before I knew it, I was fashionable enough to sit with her and her group of friends during lunch on a regular basis. Somehow after weeks of awkwardness it seemed like I had finally found a friend, and a group of friends to call my own. However, Nancy and her friends were all very different from me. They were more outgoing, cuter… and thin. I didn’t realize it at first, and maybe Nancy didn’t realize it either, but I had been accepted into the clique to fill a vacancy. This group of attractive college coeds needed a token fat friend, someone to take pictures with that made them look better than they already did, and that fat friend was me. I felt self-conscious about my size in relation to their tiny figures, but it was a small price to pay for friendship. So, next to all my beautiful friends I did my best to play my role as best I could. I would fetch drinks for them at parties, be the best wing-girl I could be, all while silently hating myself while they soaked up all the male attention. As freshman year progressed, I began to lose count of how many times I helped my friends, especially Nancy, get together with a guy that I secretly liked. I hated being the fat friend, but it was better than being alone, so for a time, I continued to put up with it. I even accepted Nancy’s nickname for me that the group quickly adopted, ‘Big Apple’ since I was from New York and… a big apple shaped young woman… When we would go out shopping, Nancy would lead everyone to straight-size stories like Abercrombie & Fitch or Banana Republic, places that had nothing remotely close to my swelling size. So, I was restricted to browsing for shoes and accessories, the only things that would fit me, and of course holding everyone else’s shopping bags like a pack mule. On a particular trip to the mall near the end of the semester, I grew tired of waiting around while they tried on their haul, so I went outside. That’s when none other than Nancy stopped me and asked if I’d take her shopping bags with me. Having no problem with my role as the group’s bag girl, I grabbed the bags and waited outside the store. It wasn’t until later, when we’d returned to the dorm, that Nancy showed off the clothes that she’d hidden inside those bags she’d entrusted to me—clothes she hadn’t paid for—that I realized she’d made a thief of me. The act of tricking me into stealing for her didn’t even hurt as much as the fact that she was willing to see me get in trouble so she could add a few cute, collared shirts and knee-length skirts to her expansive wardrobe. That was my worth to her. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was sick and tired of playing second fiddle to everyone. When I got a minute alone with Nancy, I told her how I was feeling. The resentment, the embarrassment. All of it. I even told her that I wanted to start hitting the gym. That’s when Nancy showed her true colors. “No don’t do that Kassy! Hmhm! If you lose weight, I’ll need to think of a new nickname for you!” Nancy teased in her usual lighthearted way. “That’s great, because I hate being called, ‘big apple!’ It’s humiliating when everyone reminds me I’m overweight!” I complained finally letting the truth spill out. “If you didn’t like it… Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Nancy questioned sounding a little concerned. “Because I just wanted to fit in… And I don’t need everybody knowing I’m sensitive about my weight.” I plainly said, doing my best to explain. “You shouldn’t be. I think it suits you.” Nancy smiled at me, as she put her hand upon my gut and tenderly rubbed it. “Nancy…” I muttered, as she leaned her face closer to mine, eventually planting her lips directly upon my own. Frozen in place, petrified by confusion, fear, and excitement, I just stood there receiving Nancy’s luscious lips for a moment while I tried to decide if I was in fact dreaming or not. As I felt Nancy’s hands digging into my love-handles, her tongue slowly slithered and began dancing against my own, in response I lurched backward and gasped, “Nancy?? What are you doing??” “Isn’t it obvious? We’re kissing. And it seems like you like it.” Nancy devilishly smiled, as she took another step closer to me. “Nancy… I’m not a…” I stuttered, trembling with a strange mixture of emotions. Putting her hand upon my lips and silencing me, Nancy spoke confidently, “Me either, but come on. Everybody’s a little bi in college.” “But why me? I’m so fat… and you’re so…” I managed to squeak before Nancy shut my lips. “I prefer big girls.” Nancy hummed, as it all started to make a bit more sense, “If you promise to keep this a secret, we can have some real fun together. I promise you’ll love it.” My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest. I’d never had any interest in girls before, but Nancy was different. Was I mad at her for constantly making me feel invisible to every guy that came up to us when we were out? Or was I mad that in those moments she seemed more interested in them than she did me? I was too mixed up to really know in the moment. The one thing I did know was that getting kissed by Nancy Newman made me feel more alive than I’d felt since I’d arrived at college. So, ignoring the voice of caution screaming out in the back of my mind. I went, as I all too often did, for instant gratification. “I promise, this will be our little secret.” I hummed, while Nancy gave me another kiss as a reward, this time I didn’t resist. I’d never been kissed before, and Nancy was experienced. For a few moments, it felt like I was in heaven… Then Nancy said something else, as her hands lustfully returned to my belly. “Do you think I could… Umm… feed you by hand? It would turn me on so much!” “O-okay, sure…” I replied, helpless to resist. Turns out Nancy wasn’t just bisexual, she was a feeder, something I did some homework on after she stuffed me silly and took me to a happy place I’d never been before. Turns out she wasn’t just into bigger girls; she was into making girls bigger. With winter break on the horizon, my little taste of excitement was all I had to hold me over when I returned home for winter break. I’d put on almost 20 pounds my first semester of college, and Nancy was intent that I pack on more, much more. Over winter break, we texted every day. She wanted pictures of my belly before and after meals. Nothing turned her on more than the prospect of me growing even fatter, so grow fatter I did. My parents didn’t comment on my weight and my friends… What friends? All I had was Nancy, so I did what made her happy. I ate, and ate, and ate. If I sent Nancy a picture of my stuffed belly, I got a text message reward: *You look like you’ve eaten sooo much!! I just wanna kiss your beautiful belly!* Her praise and attention were more nourishing to my self-esteem than anything else. So, I continued falling down the feedism rabbit hole. When we got back to school in the spring, our friends were a little concerned I’d somehow managed to gain nearly another 20 pounds over break, but Nancy was thrilled with my progress and wanted more. Everyday our nightly study sessions were replaced by stuffing sessions and then as Nancy liked to refer to it, pleasure time. And pleasure me Nancy did like nobody had ever done before. She was assertive in the bedroom, and I just did whatever she said. The enthusiasm she pleasured me with was the only reason I was okay with the fact that she continued seeing other people while we were hooking up. I was her secret main squeeze during the weeknights, and she’d hook up with random guys most weekends, perhaps to maintain appearances around our friends or because her lust for sex, much like her appetite, was simply insatiable. That semester, I gained almost 40 pounds. I’d started college weighing around 180-pounds, I’d started the spring semester closer to 215 pounds, and I ended my freshman year at a whopping 255 pounds. Gaining 75 pounds was noticeable. Our friends judged me for it, I know they did, but Nancy did her best to keep them from confronting me about it. After all, she wanted me happy, so I’d gain more weight for her over the summer. And that’s exactly what I did… By the time Sophomore year started I was close to 300 pounds, I thought Nancy wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off me, but when we reunited things were different. We hooked up a few times in private, but when we did, it seemed like her attention was elsewhere. Two weeks into the fall semester of sophomore year, I confronted her about it and to my absolute horror Nancy told me she had lost interest in me and that she was breaking up with me. I protested as strongly as I could, but Nancy was serious. She’d moved on. Shoving me onto my bed, she took my phone and deleted all records of our communications with one another. Then she threatened to exclude me from our group of friends if I ever mentioned our secret relationship to anyone else. I thought she was bluffing, but the next week everyone froze me out for no reason. When they broke off the silent treatment the following week, I was told it was because I was “just being annoying.” But I knew better. I knew Nancy was just sending me a message about how replaceable I was. At that point, I’d stopped being angry, or heartbroken, or whatever you want to call it. Part of me had always known Nancy was an impulsive opportunist that was simply using me for my fat body. I only let her use me for so long because it felt good, and I didn’t think I had any better options. A week after she’d broken things off with me, I’d stopped wanting her to change her mind about seeing me again. Our relationship, if you want to call it that, was always toxic. She’d butter me up to get what she wanted, and then just toss me to the curb when she was satisfied. She never cared about me, she just liked that I was overweight and an easy target to manipulate. I didn’t want to get back together with her. I just f*cking wanted revenge. And I was willing to put up with any level of cr*p from my “friends” in order to make sure I got it. Someway, somehow, Nancy Newman would suffer for how she treated me. NANCY I first met Professor Geneviève Wolfe, my freshman year, around the time I started secretly seeing Kassy. During the fall of Freshman year, I worked out often at the college gym, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays this foxy lady would usually stop by between 1PM and 2PM to do squats in the basement when none of the male sports teams were down there. At 31 years old, 5’9 and roughly 160lbs, Professor Wolfe was not particularly athletic but was clearly someone who still went to the gym every other day or so. She always kept her dark hair a professional-looking medium length and wore a pair of smart looking glasses, perhaps to distract from the sheer beauty of her model-like face. With perky b-cup breasts, a soft trim waist, firm but meaty thighs, wide hips, and an absolute dump truck of an ass, Professor Wolfe was a pear-shaped beauty through and through. She was bookish, and fit, not a meathead at all. I actually had no idea she was faculty until I offered to spot her one day when she was squatting, and she started talking about the classes she was teaching. I kept my cool, pretended to be interested in what he was saying, ogled her ass every time she wasn’t looking, and we continued talking, eventually deciding to go for a run together on the indoor track. I had to jog slow so she could keep up, I think all that junk in her trunk weighed her down. While we talked, it turned out we had a lot of similar interests, such as hiking, fashion, cooking, and an unhealthy fascination with jewelry making. After meeting her, I started fantasizing and getting off to the thought of fattening her up each and every day, especially when I was feeding and getting it on with my casual-feedee friend-with-benefits Kassy. My obsession was unhealthy, made worse by my constant attempts to run into her at the gym and say hello to her whenever I got the chance. Through our few brief conversations together over the course of the semester, I learned two important things, she was single, and that her ex had been a girl! So, over winter break, I enthusiastically registered for one of her courses in the Spring and decided on a plan of action. I was going to take my infatuation with her to the next level and seduce her, slowly. Unlike sheepish submissive Kassy, Professor Wolfe was going to be a trickier puzzle to crack, she was confident, outgoing, quite charming and… well… faculty. Student-faculty relationships were strictly prohibited by the University, but the forbidden nature of this challenge made it all the more exciting to me. I was never one to be deterred by a challenge. The more difficult the chase the more worth it I knew she would be. Just the thought of turning a bonified sexy professor into my subordinate feedee drove me wildly lustful to no end. When Spring finally rolled around, operation ‘teacher’s pet’ was a go. Yes, I was seeing Kassy pretty much every night and fattening her up to my heart’s content as an outlet for my sexual desires for my professor, but she was just too easy. I needed more of a challenge, so when I wasn’t stuffing Kassy silly and enjoying her big body as she fattened up, my attention was on breaking the ice with Professor Wolfe. In her intro to psychology class, I played the part of a good student. I’d show up a few minutes early every class and make a point to greet her with a smile, say hello, and ask her how her day was going. I wanted her to appreciate my friendly and outgoing nature. In class, I paid attention, I acted interested in the material she was teaching, I participated in class discussion, answered her questions, took great notes, stayed off my cell phone, avoided daydreaming. I made sure I truly looked interested in every word Professor Wolfe was saying. I knew being a good student alone wouldn’t seduce her, but it was important groundwork for what was to come later. My academic interest seemed to please her, and that was enough for now. During this first phase of my plan, I kept my outfits school-appropriate, but wore clothes that flattered my awesome figure. Instead of crop tops, and short shorts, I wore collared shirts and knee-length skirts. I wanted to catch her eye each and every day in a good way, so I never wore the same outfit twice. I did my best to look more elegant and mature than my peers and probably managed to look neat and polished consistently enough to achieve that goal. I wanted to appear professional, and for Professor Wolfe to see me more as an equal than an immature student. Once I felt like I had established my sincerity as a good, interested student, the next phase of my teacher’s pet plan began. First, I wanted to start conveying my interest in her through my body language. So, whenever she looked at me, I started trying hold her eye contact a little longer than normal and smile to see if she’d smile back at me. She usually would. I’d nod slightly whenever I felt she thought she was making a great point in lecture to make her feel validated and like I agreed with her. I’d even drop my pen and have to bend over to grab it just to give her ample opportunities to see what my fit body had to offer. “Oops! Clumsy me!” I started going to her office hours. I’d ask for help with assignments, talk about exam prep, ask her to proofread my papers. I think she was impressed with my work ethic, but mainly I just wanted to stick out among the crowd of students she had this semester, I wanted to form a bond. My belief was that familiarity would lead to fondness, so I tried to get as much face time with Professor Wolfe as possible to increase the likelihood that she’d develop feelings for me. I started e-mailing her, asking questions about homework, sharing my thoughts on discussions or ideas brought up in class, sending her articles I thought she might find interesting, anything to make myself stand out. I made sure to stay professional but started getting a little playful with my use of emojis, something Professor Wolfe also tended to do in her e-mails. After a few weeks of my plan, Professor Wolfe and I organically started engaging in conversations unrelated to class. After class and during her office hours I would inquire about her hobbies and interests, and she’d ask about mine. I asked her about her background and how she came to be a professor and she asked me about what my passions were. The plan was slowly working. We were growing closer. We weren’t just Professor and student anymore; we were becoming friendly. I even got her a little gift. Professor Wolfe mentioned a book she was interest in during class, so I bought her the book, wrapped it up, and left it on her desk with a little note that read: “I was thinking of you and thought this might make you happy! -Nancy” When she tried to return the book to me the next day, I didn’t shy away from telling her that I really liked her, as a professor, and wanted her to have it. She accepted my gift and thanked me profusely. We were growing closer each and every day. One day before class, she felt comfortable enough to confide in me that she hadn’t had enough to eat for breakfast, after class I rushed to get her a donut and a muffin and brought them to her in her office, she said I was a life saver while I watched her scarf both of them down ravenously. I’d never seen her chow down before, and by god it was so sexy. She had a sweet tooth! What luck! I made it a habit to stop by her office hours with pastries and snacks for us to share from then on out. Another day before class, Professor Wolfe complained about feeling tired, so after class I got her a creamy and fattening latte from Starbucks. She was so happy she hugged me after I handed it to her. Feeling her embrace me almost made my heart explode with unrelenting joy. Another habit was born, I’d bring two coffees early to class, one for me, and one for her so it wouldn’t look too suspicious. To my fellow students I probably did seem like a goodie-two-shoes teacher’s pet, but in reality, my plan was working better than I could have dreamed. As time flew by and the end of the semester neared, all those extra fattening pastries, snacks, and lattes had clearly taken a toll on Professor Wolfe’s figure. It was probably 10 or 15 pounds at most, but it was enough that it was noticeable. She’d begun to sprout a beautiful **-belly. I couldn’t resist how tight Professor Wolfe’s professional clothing now hugged her bottom-heavy frame. That dump truck of hers was positively popping in everything she wore, and I was obsessed with it. I decided it was time to drop a more serious hint about my attraction to her. I left a box of chocolates in Professor Wolfe’s campus mailbox during finals week with a handwritten note signed: “Your secret admirer…” She had to have known it had come from me. Professor Wolfe was many things, but stupid was not one of them. The next day, she sent me an invitation to a holiday mixer of sorts she was hosting at her house at the end of the semester, after final grades would be submitted. It was then I knew it was on. She’d received my message loud and clear. A week later, I headed over to her place for the mixer scantily dressed in a pair of high-waisted jeans shorts, and a revealing yellow crop top. The time for subtlety was over. I’d spent an hour on my makeup, and I knew I looked absolutely flawless. I’d checked my top to make sure I was showing a tasteful amount of cleavage before ringing the doorbell and joining the party. Her house looked nice, but not as nice as she did dressed as a thick university professor. Compared to her elegance, I felt like a slut about to go clubbing. Music was in the air; the place was filled with a lot of students. It was a pretty casual get together, with everyone just sitting around, talking, having lemonade and snacking on fruit. Even though I felt I must have looked out of place, Professor Wolfe made me feel comfortable with the way she reached for my hand and welcomed me in. I kept things professional at the party, but I just had a feeling that it was the right time. As I conversed with my professor, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to pounce on top of her and rip her sexy work clothes right off of her. As we continued to talk, I started flirting a little bit, I couldn’t help myself. It was like I needed to complement her on everything. As the mixer continued, I knew I wanted to get her alone, but I knew I couldn’t be obvious about it. So, I came up with a plan. I waited until the party was winding down and ‘accidentally’ left my cell phone in her bathroom, hidden, so nobody else would find it. Once there were only a few people left, I thanked Professor Wolfe for the hospitality, she seemed so sad I was leaving, and I walked down the street toward my dorm, just far enough away I could see when the last car left the driveway, and the last guests had all left. Then I headed back toward her house to retrieve my phone. I was pretty nervous walking back up to her front door, but I just told myself that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. The worst thing that could happen was for her to tell me ‘No!’ once I made a move on her. Plus, the semester was over, so it wasn’t like I ever needed to see her again. So, I knocked on the door. She answered it with a knowing grin. The reddish lipstick she had on earlier had been replaced by a dark shade of black. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the wolf was showing her true colors. “Nancy, forget something?” She winked, as she handed me my phone and signaled for me to follow her in with a simple tilt of her gorgeous face. Speechless, that she’d seen through my plan, I followed her in and sat with her on the couch. The only thing I could think to say was, “How’d you know I left my phone here? I hid it under the sink.” Reaching for a glass of wine on her coffee table, it took me a moment to realize she was handing it to me. As I patiently accepted the glass and took a big gulp, she reached for a glass of her own, took a little sip, and replied knowingly, “You left right after you went to the bathroom, didn’t take me long to put it together.” Blushing intensely, as my heart beat uncontrollably, I gulped down the rest of the wine Professor Wolfe had given me to help calm my nerves. “Haha, slow down, I have more.” She laughed, while I embarrassingly coughed thanks to drinking too fast. Putting her glass of wine down, she took a moment to gently put her hand on my back and give me a few pats to help me settle down. Her touch felt amazing. It was then I noticed her reach for a piece of chocolate, from a box that looked familiar, and pop it into her mouth, savoring it. “Thanks for the chocolates by the way. Godiva is probably my favorite brand, but seriously, are you trying to fatten me up or something? Because, if so…” She teased, as she gently grasped my hand and placed upon her soft swollen tummy, “It’s working. This belly went from being flat and thin to thick and rounder than a doughnut! I should really undo the button on my skirt before it undoes itself.” I didn’t know what to say, while I gripped her gut and watched her take off her belt and unbutton her skirt. Lustful thoughts filled my head, I wanted her right there and then. The unspoken attraction between us was simply too much for me to handle, so I leaned forward and just kissed her, while groping the little beer gut she’d developed this semester thanks to me. She seemed surprised at first but intrigued. It took her a moment to commit to it but commit she did. Before I knew what was happening, our tongues were touching, and we were undressing each other. “The teacher’s pet is a naughty girl after all…” She purred, as she threw my top across the room, and unbuttoned my jeans, “I like naughty girls. Wanna know what I do to naughty girls?” “Yes… Professor…” I managed to stutter desperate to find out what was going to happen next. “Semester’s over. I’m not your professor anymore and you’re not my student.” She teased me, as she yanked my jean-shorts down my legs. “So, should I call you… Umm… Geneviève?” I inquired, still probably sounding quite nervous, while kicking off my shorts. I’d never been intimidated by anyone I hooked up with before, but somehow my pudgy professor put me in a submissive place I’d never been before. And the strangest thing was… that I actually liked it. Like, really liked it. “Eww, no. Only my parents call me that. My friends call me Gemma. Call me that.” She ordered, as she tossed off her blouse and smiled at me, “So, do you want the naughty girl treatment or what?” “What’s the naughty girl treatment?” I asked probably sounding more excited and intrigued than I intended, as my eyes couldn’t get enough of Gemma in her lingerie. She looked full, thick and delectable. “You’ll love it. I promise.” Gemma smirked, as she grabbed me by the hair and led me out of the room rather roughly. It was an unbelievably naughty move. I’d never been bullied around like this before. It was a pure adrenaline rush. I was all in! Before I knew it, she led me into her office, pushed me down over her desk, and spanked me right then and there. She was stronger than she looked, she actually made me yelp with excitement. After another three or four playful slaps, she turned me around and she started aggressively making out with me right there on her desk. At one point all her books and papers started tumbling off the desk and onto the floor, but we didn’t even stop! She didn’t hold back or hesitate; she was just all in too! The foreplay really did it for me, so much so I didn’t protest, not one word, when she pulled out a pair of cuffs from her desk and restrained me. Bending me over the desk yet again, I got to watch as she dug back into her desk drawer and pulled out a big strap-on. This time I did voice something, inexperience. “I’ve never done it with a strap-on before.” “Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this. Dildos are way better than d*cks. You never have to worry about a dildo being soft or too big or too small, it can’t accidentally get you pregnant, and it never has to throw up all over your tits. A strap-on is just for a woman’s own pleasure. A dildo doesn’t need to be satisfied; its only job is to satisfy you.” Gemma explained, as she finished getting it on, “You ready for this naughty girl?” “Yesss.” I hissed too horny to say anything else. For the next hour and a half of my life, on and off, I had toe-curling sex with my hot psychology professor and Gemma made me climax no less than four times. I didn’t even know it was possible for me. It was the most intense and primal sexual experience I’d ever had, and I needed more. When it was all said and done, for the rest of the night, we just hung out on her couch laughing, talking and drinking. There was nothing awkward about it. She was really mature about the whole thing, cuddling with me as long as I wanted. When I woke up next to her on the couch in the morning, I felt something I’d never experienced before. Serious infatuation. And… I don’t know… Maybe even… Love? GEMMA I should have known Nancy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but instead, after she piqued my curiosity, I let her seduce me, because I honestly wanted her to. After my ex dumped me for someone thinner and traditionally prettier it was flattering to be sought after by someone so physically flawless, and so emotionally attentive. All I’d ever wanted out of a relationship was appreciation and admiration, and Nancy gave me each of those in spades without asking anything in return. She was an amazing student, an even better friend, and an even better girlfriend. When I’d first met the girl, I’d carried no more 160 pounds on my tall frame, I wasn’t perfect like Nancy, but I was quite confident that I was doing well for myself in the realm of desirability. I sensed Nancy’s intensions the first day I met her but chose to ignore my instincts. Instead, I was friendly, professional, and encouraging. I was surprised when she showed up in my class the following semester, but the more I got to know the teacher’s pet, the more I started to like her and the more I began to realize that she truly liked me. Her hints were sometimes subtle, sometimes not, but she maintained boundaries and came off as someone very mature for her age. And then, I picked up on her little strange fixation… One day early in the semester I’d let slip that I hadn’t had enough to eat for breakfast. Later that day she’d brought me a donut and a muffin much to my relief, but when I started digging in, I noticed something. It was her eyes. The eyes never lie. When I sunk my teeth into the donut she’d gotten me, there was joy all over her face. At first, I thought she might have just been happy that she’d made me happy, but by the time I’d moved onto the muffin, I could tell she was receiving as much, if not more, pleasure just by watching me indulge, than I probably was as the one indulging. Nancy Newman liked watching me eat. A strange observation that I found oddly… attractive. My suspicions were confirmed quite quickly, as the teacher’s pet brought me little snacks and treats on and off from that day onward. She wanted me to eat more and more. I knew she liked it, so I gave her what she wanted and after a semester with her as my student pushing food in my direction, somehow the teacher’s pet had managed to elevate my weight all the way up to 178 pounds. That’s how much I’d weighed when we’d first hooked up. She couldn’t get enough of my curves, my butt, my hips, my thighs, but especially the newfound potbelly I had grown. She didn’t just like watching me eat, she loved watching me gain weight as a result. She loved my flaws and imperfections just as much as my assets and strengths. But Nancy Newman was also a feeder. Something I’d encountered once before when I myself had been her age. I knew what she wanted, and I thought that knowledge would give me some control over her and our relationship. And at first, it did. She was willing to do anything for me, if I let her feed me. I used this knowledge to tease her, boss her around, and even control her, for a time. I didn’t mind playing at being a feedee, as long as I got what I wanted as well. Her complete and total submission to me in the bedroom. In the early summer, I was in charge, and I laid down some ground rules. While the taboo nature of our relationship was undeniably part of the spark that brought us together, the university was quite clear on forbidding student-Professor relationships, and the consequences for getting caught would be catastrophic to my career as an academic and Nancy’s chances of getting a college degree. So, she wasn’t to register for any of my classes anymore and we were not to associate on campus at all. In fact, I was even okay with Nancy fooling around with other people for now for appearances sake. Our relationship needed to remain a secret and I think Nancy understood that. Although, she was annoyingly insistent about wanting to hook up in my campus office at least once, so I drew a line in the sand and told her flatly that such a thing would never happen since it was too risky. “No if’s, and’s or but’s.” Seeming to accept my authority on the matter, Nancy accepted my terms, and our forbidden relationship took off. I said when she could visit, I said what she could feed me, and I was in charge when it came to getting intimate. That’s the way I’d always liked it, and it seemed Nancy was content with that. She was the most obedient sub I’d ever had, until I started putting on more weight. In June, I gained 10 pounds. No big deal I thought. Most of it went to my ass, hips and thighs, as usual and Nancy couldn’t get enough of my pear-shaped frame. I was letting her feed me every time she visited, and I even found myself starting to overeat even when she wasn’t around because she would constantly text me begging me to indulge and send her pictures. I hated to disappoint, so I ate, and ate, and ate. By the end of July, I had gained another 15 pounds. 25 pounds in two months was a lot. I’d gone from 178lbs to 203lbs. My bottom-heavy figure exploded in size. My ass swelled outward, my hips widened, my thighs ballooned, and my belly blimped outward so far that one might have thought I’d been knocked up. My hips were knocking things over left and right, and my ass was getting stuck in chairs. I was packing on weight so fast my ass seemingly couldn’t even hoard all the extra calories to itself, even my breasts started swelling with newfound fat. In early August, I told Nancy that enough was enough, and that I would be reigning in my weight before the school year started. I drew another line in the sand and Nancy respected it, just like she always had before. At least I thought she did. After all, she offered to help me, she was interested in fully taking control over my diet and exercise. She told me that it appealed to her feedist tendencies even though she’d be helping me lose weight. I believed her. So, I gave her an inch, and she took a mile. The first day I gave her control she starved me and made me run nearly five miles with her. I’d always been somewhat athletic, but at 203 pounds, I felt like a blimp next to her flawless 125-pound physique. Exerting myself in the summer heat without any nourishment was a nightmare. Slow and heavy, my ass, thighs, and belly were all competing to see who could jiggle the most. Then the teasing started. I’d never experienced this side of her before, Nancy was equal parts playful and relentless: “Come on, this is nothing. Move your fat ass Gemma! *Slap*” “If you wanna banish that big belly, you better speed up slowpoke! *poke*” I thought her jabs and prods were all good fun to motivate me, but she wasn’t motivating me. She was subtly deflating my confidence so she could extend what little control I’d given her over me into even more control. She was making diet and exercise so unappealing to me to encourage me to give up my desire to slim down. All so she could pamper and worship my body, as she made it grow fatter and fatter. “F*ck… I’m so out of breath… I need to stop.” I gasped halfway into what would be my last slow wobbly jog a few days into enduring Nancy’s harsh weight loss methods. “What’s your problem? I thought you wanted to get back in shape? If you want to stay fat and weak, by all means, keep bending over and sucking in air like you used to suck down chilly fries.” Nancy cattily prattled at the speed of light. Arching myself upward, I clutched my growling belly. Standing next to flawless Nancy I couldn’t help feeling inferior, I wanted the teasing to stop. I wanted her to worship me again. So, I surrendered, and voiced my weakness, “I could really go for some chilly fries right now…” “Alright. If you insist.” Nancy smiled, knowing I’d fallen into her trap, while she lovingly placed her hand on my gut and teased, “You tried your best, so you deserve a reward.” And just like that, Nancy succeeded in getting me to give up my aspirations to lose weight before the semester started. With my attempts to slim down well and truly over, I fell back into Nancy’s pampering with gusto. I was no longer in control over how much I ate or how much Nancy fed me. She was in charge of my intake, and only when she was well and truly satisfied with how stuffed she’d made me, would she allow me to assume the role of the dominant one in our relationship for our acts of lovemaking. Although, each and every day, she stuffed me a little more, so much so that dominating her was becoming a little difficult for me. I think seeing me increasingly struggle drove Nancy wild. I knew she’d make a play for dominance in the bedroom one day, and to be honest, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious just what she had in store for me. Over the month of August, I gobbled up enough junk food to cause my pudgy body to plump up another 18 pounds, making me look quite chubby around the time I returned to work in September. At 221lbs, all of my work clothes had grown too small for my thickening figure. I had to go shopping for a new wardrobe much to Nancy’s excitement. My coworkers were polite about the change in my physique, although one of my department’s receptionists crushed my confidence when she asked me one day when I was due. To make matters worse, at the start of the semester I learned Nancy had disregarded my warnings and joined one of the classes I was teaching. At first, I was furious with her, but she quickly made it up to me, vowing to let my fat ass sit on her face as often as I wanted to for the whole month. Nancy was amazing at oral sex, so I accepted her apology with gusto. So, for the month of September there we were, sharing a classroom during the day and a bedroom at night. It felt naughty, it felt risky, and that mixture only made our time spent together all the spicier. As September neared its end, I’d managed to gain 11 more pounds, putting me around 232lbs. Nearly four months after we’d first hooked up at the end of May I’d gained 50 pounds. I’d gone from thick academic to chubby and overweight, heck who am I kidding, Nancy had turned me into a submissive fatty everywhere except the bedroom. That’s when IT happened. I should have seen the warning signs, but in my arrogance, I didn’t let myself. Nancy was the forbidden fruit I just couldn’t seem to resist. It was only now, when it was well and truly too late to regain control that I realized her submissive tactics had finally served their purpose in her plan to claim complete dominance over me in our relationship. I should have suspected something when Nancy lulled me into taking a few shots with her before our usual bottle of wine we liked to nurse before we got into foreplay. I was always more amenable when I was **, Nancy knew what she was doing. She got me **, ordered enough pick up for a family of four, took me with her to get the food, and then took me to a drive-in movie, and used one hand to stuff me silly, while her other hand unbuttoned my hopelessly tight skirt and started fingering me, edging me, for the better part of two hours. After the movie, I was stuffed to the point of temporary immobility and complete putty in her hands. She stopped by my house to let me lay down and rub my swollen belly for a little bit before filling me up with more booze. When I really couldn’t resist, she blindfolded me, and led me back out to the car. I didn’t know where she was taking me, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was excited about what she had in store for me. It was getting late for a Saturday night. She parked my car, helped me to my feet and marched me right where she wanted me. The building was empty, save for myself and my naughty little lover. She snuck me into an elevator and began kissing me, as it took us to the third floor. In the back of my head, I was worried she’d taken me on campus, but I trusted Nancy not to do anything that stupid. When the elevator doors opened, she marched me down a hallway and pushed me into a room with a very comfy chair. After sitting me down, she cuffed my hands to its soft arms and took off my blindfold. We were in my office. “Nancy, what the f*ck…” Was all I could slur in my drunken state. “Sush, don’t ruin this for me.” She chastised me, putting her finger on my lips and silencing me. Without skipping a beat, Nancy locked the door. She kept the lights on but was quick to lower the window shades. Then she dug into her gym bag and unveiled her surprise. Donuts, boxes of cream filled donuts. I should have known. Nancy was enamored with feeding me all manner of delectable delicacies. Anything that would serve to fatten me up more than she already had. It was finally happening. We were finally doing it. Crossing the last line, I had drawn in the sand. And to be honest, in the moment, I couldn’t have been more thrilled. “We are going to have sex in your office tonight, but first I need you to eat everything I put in front of you. Okay?” Nancy cheerfully explained, as I simply nodded and opened my mouth obediently. Giving her control felt dangerous, but that feeling of risk was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough of it. Horny to high heaven, a dozen donuts went down easy, Nancy had trained me well. The second box was more challenging. I hit my wall on the sixth donut of the second box. “Just one bite left. Come on.” Nancy lustfully whispered in my ear, while the cocktail of emotions inside of me kept me teetering on the edge of satisfaction. There was the fear of getting caught, mixed in with my lust for my beautiful girlfriend finally turning the tables on me and taking charge. “I really shouldn’t.” I weakly protested. My belly felt like it was about to explode. I was surprised the buttons on my shirt hadn’t burst off yet, they felt like they might just snap off if I took in too large of a breath. “Please, do it for me. I wanna see these buttons burst off you.” Nancy whined, giving my gut a loving rub and dangling the donut in front of my face. I was far too tipsy and horny to resist her, so even though I didn’t want to, I reluctantly opened my mouth and let my secret girlfriend stuff the last of the chocolate donut deep into my mouth. As I swallowed it in full, I could feel the buttons on my shirt slowly coming apart at the seams. Nancy’s eyes widened, as I took in progressively more air to help the process along and my belly swelled. One by one, the buttons containing my belly slowly started to pop off. Each one appearing to please Nancy more than the last. After four buttons had shot around my office, Nancy straddled me, sitting on my lap and kissed me with the ferocity I’d come to expect from her. I could hardly keep up in my completely overfed state, but I tried. I was so turned on; I was all but begging for her to take me. I think she got the message, as she paused to marvel at the massive swollen mess I’d become. “I can’t believe you ate so much tonight.” Nancy giggled, “you’ve blossomed quite bit these last few months, but I’m gonna make you so much bigger. Would you like that? Nothing would make me happier. Well, almost nothing.” Too stuffed to talk, I watched as Nancy leaned over and grabbed something else from her gym bag. My strap-on. “You seem a little too tuckered out to take charge tonight, so how about you let me do the work, okay? Fattyyy.” Nancy teased lustfully, while she squeezed my inflated gut. I simply nodded too horny and helpless to resist. She’d broken me, and I loved her for it. KASSY I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had to literally pinch myself, so I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Nancy Newman was f*cking Professor Wolfe with a strap-on after stuffing her silly in her own office! As I filmed what was happening from my phone, I thanked my lucky stars that Nancy hadn’t bothered to close the blinds on her new f*ck buddy’s office door window. This dirt was exactly what I needed for my revenge! It wasn’t luck that I so happened to catch Nancy and Professor Wolfe in the act. I’d been following Nancy all night, and I’d been onto them for almost a week now. Ever since I’d gotten a glimpse of Nancy ogling a photo of the professor naked and stuffed to the limit on her phone before lunch one day. Nancy had been unusually absent from the social side of college life this month. It had been a mystery that now had an answer. She’d been screwing around with a professor. A professor that had gained quite a bit of weight since the previous year. It was obvious to me what was happening. Nancy had found herself another victim to fatten up and dominate. That’s why she’d thrown me to the curb. Unfortunately for that victim, her vulnerable position as a compromised professor was now my best leverage against Nancy. Once I felt I had captured enough evidence, I sent the video to my e-mail and snuck out of the building as slowly and awkwardly as I’d snuck into it. My 300-pound body didn’t allow me to move fast in any circumstance. Thanks a lot Nancy. I had pictures of the two of them canoodling at a drive-in and video of them doing it in Professor Wolfe’s office. The only question that remained in my head while I excitedly waddled back to my dorm, was what to do with this d*mning dirt I’d come across. If I submitted it to the proper campus authorities, I could get Nancy expelled and Professor Wolfe fired. Such an outcome felt like justice in my mind. But I didn’t want justice. I wanted revenge. The information I now possessed was a potent form of power over Nancy Newman, that I could do literally anything with. I didn’t want her expelled, not yet. I wanted to make her suffer. I wanted to ruin her reputation. I wanted to degrade her like she’d degraded me! So I got to brainstorming the specifics of my revenge… NANCY Mission completed. In no time at all, I’d turned my foxy professor in to my latest prized piggy. Normally I’d start playing the field, looking for my next challenge, but I was stuck on my feelings for Gemma. As much of a dream come true f*cking her in her own office had been. I actually wasn’t sure if I preferred taking charge or having Gemma take charge of me. Either way, I loved her. Like actually loved her. It was crazy to admit to myself, but I’d actually caught feelings for her that I couldn’t shake. I mulled over my feelings all week but kept coming to the same conclusion. I was actually invested in the relationship. I didn’t just want to use her for my enjoyment, I wanted her to find joy and succeed in all areas of her life. For the first time since we started seeing each other, I was kinda upset we couldn’t officially date. I was proud to be her girlfriend, and I wanted people to know. “I know.” Kassy muttered to me, snapping me out of my thoughts while I was approaching my dorm room on my way back from Gemma’s class. The hallway was empty, but there Kassy was, waiting for me in my doorway with a liter of coke and a bottle of peanut butter in her hands. “Huh? Know what Big Apple? What are you talking about? And why are you carrying around a bottle of soda and peanut butter?” I replied, as my former conquest simply rested her arms on her globular belly and glared at me. “I know about you and Professor Wolfe.” She clarified, while my heart fluttered at the mention of my girlfriend’s name. Looking left, and looking right down the hallway, I quickly forgot about the soda and peanut butter, unlocked my door and pulled Kassy inside with me, “I don’t know what you think you’re saying fatso, but if you…” “I have proof.” Kassy taunted, as my eyes widened with worry, “pictures of you two together, and video of you umm… asserting dominance in her office.” Instantly I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I started sweating. Panic filled my brain, “Wha-what? Kassy… What do you want? I’ll, I’ll, I’ll…” Then it all made sense. “Ohh… You want to start seeing each other again. Hahaha, oh my gosh Kassy, look we can totally work something out. There is no need to get so serious about this.” I nearly started laughing with relief. “I wouldn’t want to start ‘seeing you’ again for a million dollars. I don’t want you back, you vile manipulating b*tch! I want you to pay! I want revenge for everything you put me through!” Kassy growled, as I gulped with worry yet again. “Revenge? For what? I showed you how to fit in! How to have fun! And not to mention rocked your freaking world! You were a virgin before you met me!” I reminded her with an assertive poke to her enormous belly. “I was also half the size I am now. I don’t owe you anything. You used me.” Kassy swore with more nerve than I’d ever seen from her before, “Unless you want me to pass on my evidence to campus authorities, you’ll do as I say from now on.” “Are you… blackmailing me?” I muttered in disbelief of what Kassy was threatening me with. “Yes you idiot. That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Kassy snapped. “Look, I don’t have any money, okay?” I spat too disgruntled to really keep myself cool. “I don’t want money.” Kassy shook her head. “Then what do you want from me?” I wanted to know. “You like playing games, so I made a list of rules for you to obey from now on. If I catch you breaking any of them. Ever. I turn over what I know, you get expelled, and Professor Wolfe loses her job. Understand?” Kassy revealed, as cold as could be. “Yeah, I get it. What exactly are these rules I have to follow from now on?” I growled not liking this for a single second. “Starting today, you’re only allowed to wear your hair in pigtails from now on.” Kassy revealed, as if such a thing was some kind of scary punishment. I paused for a second to see if she would say anything else, but after I few moments of silence I couldn’t help bursting out laughing. “That’s it? That’s the best you could come up with? Haha? Oh my god, you’re such a joke!” I couldn’t help but lash out toward my b*tch of a frenemy standing in front of me. “That’s just the first rule. Trust me. They get better.” Kassy growled, as she cleared her throat and burst, “From now on, every liquid you consume in public much be carbonated. Each meal you eat in public must be the most fattening option you have available. In public, you’re banned from using any utensils. You’ll be eating with your hands from now on, no matter what you eat. Every day you must eat a jar of peanut butter in front of me and drink a liter of soda to wash it down. From now on, you need to help me lose five pounds every month and you need to gain 10 pounds. If for any reason I don’t lose five pounds in a month, and you don’t gain 10. You’re toast. If you don’t let me weigh you on the first and last day of every month, you’re toast. Oh, and I almost forgot, this is the best part. You will not be allowed any new clothes as you gain weight, you must keep trying to squeeze into your old ones. If they rip or you pop out so be it. Once you well and truly run out of clothes that fit you from your wardrobe, you still can’t buy new clothes, but you can start borrowing mine.” “You can’t be serious.” I shot back unable to comprehend every horrifying thing Kassy just rattled off to me. “I’m serious b*tch.” Kassy growled, as she shoved the liter of coke and bottle of peanut butter into my hands, “get to it. Or else.” GEMMA It was difficult pretending that everything was normal, lecturing in front of my class, when things had been anything but normal the entire academic year so far. Everything had changed once Nancy and I got caught by her vengeful frenemy, Kassy. And it started with Nancy’s ego. Nancy thrived off of power, and because of her own recklessness she’d been mostly robbed of it. Against her will, she was suddenly forced to dramatically change her hairstyle, eating habits, purchasing decisions, and even her coveted ideal body weight. The loss of control over such basic and personal things drove Nancy crazy to no end, and I couldn’t blame her. If I were in her shoes, I probably would have felt the same way. Luckily Kassy showed no interest in making my life miserable, just Nancy’s. Nancy wasn’t too fond of her new hairstyle. Not one bit, but somehow, she made it work. Some of her friends even started copying her when this whole blackmail scheme started in early October. It was like something out of Mean Girls or Pretty Little Liars. Nancy was forced to eat like a slob in public, scarf down fattening foods, and gulp down carbonated beverages, but her gluttonous displays did nothing to ostracize her from her friends or decrease her popularity among her many suitors. Nancy was just too perfect and adored for her social status to be sullied by a few embarrassing belches and a near constant food-baby. Nancy tried to act like Kassy’s revenge was no big deal, but each and every day I could tell her irritation was building. Perhaps to compensate for the loss of agency over her own life, or as an outlet for all her suppressed rage toward Kassy, Nancy came to increasingly dominate mine, and not just sexually. If she had to drink carbonated drinks whenever she was in public, suddenly so did I. If she had to eat with her hands, so did I. If she was to gain 10 pounds a month, I was to gain 20. It was petty, it was misdirected, but strangely I loved it. She might have hated having someone else dictate her behavior, but I had grown to love Nancy exerting control over mine. For so long I’d always been the dominant one in my relationships, taking a back seat continued feeling refreshing. As a loyal girlfriend and smitten lover, I was willing to do anything, except style my hair in pigtails, to make her feel better about the terrible situation she now found herself in. After all, she was enduring such degrading humiliation for our sake, so we could remain together for however long we managed to placate Kassy. So, I let her feed me, stuff me silly, and fatten me up to her heart’s content. The bigger I got, the more lustful she became towards me. In some sense, even though I was inhabiting the role of submissive in our new relationship dynamic, I wasn’t just gaining weight, I was gaining some measure of control over her yet again. When I was well and truly immobilized with food, I physically might have been helpless, but in those moments, there wasn’t a single thing Nancy wouldn’t do to pleasure me beyond belief. Getting that little taste of control every other night or so served to give the dominant side of me hope that one day I might regain control of things with my temperamental lover. However, that hope was always suffocated by breakfast the next morning. 20 pounds a month was a tall order, even for me, and Nancy was ruthless with making sure that I remained the fat one in the relationship. A month into our new relationship dynamic, I knew it was going to take some time for the full effects of Kassy’s revenge to truly manifest themselves. Even so, Nancy was still getting a taste of the trouble she was in for. Being blackmailed into gaining 10 pounds a month was a difficult task for someone with such a fast metabolism. Over the month of October, Nancy ate her heart out, but only succeeded in packing on seven pounds, so she’d had to resort to stuffing herself silly with three pounds of fast food before her weigh-in. She’d even begged me, her feedee, to help force her to keep eating once she reached her limit. Feeding Nancy was an interesting experience. For the first time, I began to see why she liked it. There was something sexy about shoving food down her throat, working more food into her swelling belly, her desperation not to disappoint Kassy. It appealed to my dormant dominant side. That part of me was curious to push Nancy further, but for now, all I could do was obey. Seven pounds gained in October were followed up with 13 pounds packed on in November. At roughly 145lbs, Nancy’s flawless hourglass frame was slowly and stubbornly filling out in a rather flattering way. Her large breasts blossomed outward in fullness, as did her hips, and ass. When her stomach wasn’t stuffed to the brim and rounded as a result, it was still rather flat looking, just a touch softer than it had been before. To any outside onlookers, Nancy’s flawless figure had fattened up in all the right places. Heading into winter break, Nancy’s popularity, her pretty privilege, remained intact. Over the months of December and January, I saw less of Nancy than I did during the semester, but we kept in touch. Kassy’s blackmail remained in full effect, so Nancy dug deep and scarfed down enough food over the holidays and new year to pack on another twenty pounds before she returned to campus in the spring. 20 pounds of extra cushion continued the trend with Nancy’s figure. Bigger curves, thicker thighs, but some of the extra weight found its way upon her midsection forming an obvious belly. Aside from her mother giving her a hard time about her weight, Nancy complained about her group of high school friends being critical of her rapidly expanding figure. Foreshadowing how her college friends would react upon her return. The same behaviors that had been overlooked by her friends in the Fall, increased belching, gluttonous stuffings, sloppy eating habits, now drew criticism. Suddenly, after plumping up a little bit too much, Nancy wasn’t untouchable anymore. Packing on 40 plus pounds had really changed the way Nancy filled out her rapidly shrinking wardrobe. At 165lbs, outfits that used to flatter her incredible waistline now dug into her softened sides, causing an inch or so of newfound flab to form into tiny rolls and clump up around the edges of her clothes. The most obvious difference I saw was when Nancy attempted to squeeze into a pair of jeans with those ‘fashionable’ rips in them only to discover that the way she filled them out now, her legs just bulged out of the holes. Another 10 pounds gained by the end of February, and Nancy couldn’t even button those jeans anymore. At 175lbs, I could see that the Nancy sitting in the back of my classroom was a far cry from the 125-pound one who’d first seduced me. But even now that she was growing pudgy, maybe even a little chubby in places, I still couldn’t get enough of her. It was oddly exciting having sex with a growing partner. Every 20 pounds she gained, it felt like she’d gotten a boob job. Nancy had lured me in with her fit and flawless figure, and now that it was growing, I found her even more irresistible for some reason. Perhaps it was because, as she rapidly fattened up, Nancy’s dominant facade was slowly wilting before my eyes. She was insecure about her growing belly, and thicker arms. She still remained in control of our dynamic, but I could see holes developing in her self-confidence, insecurity beginning to seep in, creating openings for me to plant some seeds to eventually assert myself. Emboldened, by Nancy’s softer, less intimidating appearance, I even summoned enough courage to tease her after one of my classes let out at the end of February. She was the last person in the room aside from me. She was sitting in the back all by herself, dipping her pointer finger into a jar of Nutella, then a jar of peanut butter, and then sticking it into her mouth and sucking her finger clean. “Miss Newman? You know I have a rule against eating in class.” I chastised in a playful tone, as I wobbled my colossal, nearly 300-pound, pear-shaped body over to her. I hadn’t been gaining 20 pounds a month, but I’d still gained nearly 70 pounds since September thanks to Nancy’s obsessive efforts. “Ugh… *Burp* Not now. I feel terrible…” Nancy whined in response to my little joke, clearly in no mood to play along. Instead, she just gripped her belly and lamented, “I can't believe how big I’m getting. And I’ve still got another 28 months to go before I graduate…” “That’s another 280-pounds…” I muttered, as I noticed the way Nancy’s bottom half filled up much more space sitting in her chair than she used too. “Oh my god, you’re right… I never thought about it like that… F*ck… I’m gonna be so fat… You’ll still love me, right? Even if I end up gaining all that weight?” Nancy questioned with a delicious hint of vulnerability and insecurity in her voice, while she dug her finger into her Nutella again and continued the process of trying to finish her peanut butter. “If? You mean, ‘when’” I teased, asserting myself for the first time in a long time, while standing above her and letting her get a good look of my belly, “You’re already gaining it. You went from looking like a girl that’s never eaten a slice of cake to a girl that looks like she’s been having a few too many juicy burgers.” “I do not.” Nancy’s eyes narrowed apparently not liking my attempts to playfully jab her. In response, rather than backing off, I decided to double down, “You sure about that? Every day it seems like you outgrow another outfit from your wardrobe. The tank tops that still fit you ride up and expose that cute gut you’re growing. You’ve swapped out all your pants with buttons for sweatpants that are stretched to capacity trying to contain that thickening ass of yours. How many have you ripped just by bending over?” “A few…” Nancy momentarily blushed, before her sharp mind thought of a way to turn my inquiry on its head, “How many pairs of pants have you ripped this year?” “More than you have probably, haha” I couldn’t help, but acknowledge, adding, “I can’t even wear above the knee skirts anymore.” “Why’s that?” Nancy wondered. Turning around and bending over slightly for Nancy to get a good look at my mammoth ass, I explained at my own expense, “My butt’s so big the back rises up. I’m scared of the mildest breeze.” “Hmhm! Quit making me laugh. I’m trying to be sad.” Nancy smiled, seeming to perk up and out of whatever bad mood she’d appeared to be in. “Sorry, no can do. It’s my job to make you feel better.” I replied pouring on the cheesiness and opening up my plush arms for Nancy to stand up and hug me. Checking the door to make sure the coast was clear, Nancy quickly turned her attention back to me and leapt into my arms for a big hug, before whispering in my ear, “You know what would make me feel better?” “What’s that?” I played along. “Feeding you a big dinner.” Nancy hummed, as her hand worked its way to my belly and squeezed lustfully. “Oh yeah? How many plates are you gonna feed me?” I questioned with some excitement. “Lots.” Nancy promised, licking her lips. “Annnd, how many are you going to eat?” I teased, too horny to resist, “You look like a girl that likes to gulp down an extra helping or two.” Acknowledging my challenge to her authority, Nancy dropped the sweet voice and replied more threateningly, “You’re feisty today. I’ll have to put you in your place later.” “Why wait? I could eat now.” I offered, like the good feedee I was. “Kassy wanted to weigh me… f*cking b*tch. I’ll head over once I’m done to deal with you.” Nancy managed to mutter while biting her lip and a firm poke to my expansive belly. I could tell from her tone, that I was in for it tonight, and boy was I excited. KASSY Whoever said revenge was a dish best served cold didn’t know what the f*ck they were talking about. Emotional detachment be d*mned, I was loving every moment of ruining Nancy Newman’s life. She’d scoffed at my list of demands when I’d first confronted her with my leverage, but she had no choice but to comply. She tried to act tough and pretend like my set of embarrassing rules she now had to follow weren’t bothering her, but I knew better. She was able to maintain a certain denial about her circumstances those first few months. Nancy started off so skinny that it took a while for the excess weight to really become noticeable. Nancy was blessed with good genetics and an ideal fat distribution, but such gifts only spared her true humiliation for some of Sophomore year. By the end of the Spring semester, it was undeniable to me and everyone around her, that Nancy Newman was getting chubby. She started the year with abs and ended it with soft fluffy flab. She’d weighed somewhere between 125 and 130 pounds before I got involved, by the end of sophomore year she’d just managed to eclipse 200 pounds, and it was only a slight taste of what was to come. While Nancy was concerned with hitting her monthly poundage quotas, I was concerned with melting the fat Nancy had pushed me into gaining. There was no better statement I could make in signaling to her that any power she’d once had over me was gone. Five pounds a month wasn’t easy, not by a long shot, but the ace up my sleeve was Nancy. I kept her around to save me from myself. When I was too weak to stick to my diet, I had Nancy step in and remove any source of temptation. If that meant that Nancy needed to scarf down a few pieces of cake that were calling my name in the cafeteria, then so be it. If it meant that I needed her to eat a bag of chips for me so I wouldn’t, then she’d take that calorie bullet for me. If it meant that she needed to drink for me when we were out at parties with our friends, then she’d have to drink for two. Over the summer of Sophomore year, I kept tabs on my target, and made sure she was holding up her end of things. Sure enough, when Junior year rolled around, Nancy Newman returned to campus roughly 35 pounds heavier than when she left. At 200 pounds, Nancy was chubby for her height, at 235 pounds, chubby was probably too generous a word to describe her. Her flawless face had filled out, along with the rest of her. As a Junior in college Nancy Newman now had chubby cheeks, a double chin, breasts that had grown too large and heavy to retain their previous perkiness, bra bulge, upper arm fat, love handles, a spare tire, a wide and thick butt with no muscular definition, stretch marks and cellulite. I’d ruined her and I couldn’t have been happier. Our friends, who had once skirted around Nancy’s growing weight issue the previous year now saw an easy target. For the first time in a long time the negative judgement passed over me and landed squarely on Nancy. It was easy to understand why. I was still a little bigger than Nancy, but I’d been losing weight for a whole year and she’d been rapidly gaining it. As I lost weight, I bought the clothes I needed to in order to flatter my figure, while Nancy was stuck trying to squeeze into hand-me-downs from me that didn’t fit her properly because our bodies were completely different shapes. I was apple shaped, and Nancy was an hourglass. Clothes that looked good on me, that minimized the size of my midsection and highlighted my slimmer extremities, made her look thick and chunky by comparison. But ruining Nancy’s clothing and waistline were only one small sliver of factors I engineered to make her fall from grace unavoidable. Thanks to my rule about carbonated drinks, Nancy had become a gassy girl in public, completely unable to withhold daily embarrassing belches. When she was still skinny, our friends and Nancy’s admirers were able to laugh off such slobbish behavior because she was still conventionally sexy, but now that she’d eaten herself out of the realm of conventional desirability, she received no such concessions anymore. Now when she burped it grossed people out, caused people to chastise her, and caused Nancy to blush uncontrollably. She’d been able to somehow pull off wearing pigtails everyday sophomore year, but Junior year, the hairstyle really highlighted just how much her face had swollen up. People didn’t get why she dressed so inappropriately, looked so unkept, and acted like such a slob, but regardless Nancy’s external transformation fueled a big shift in how she was treated. Where once Nancy was able to get whatever she wanted from men and women alike just with a simple wink and a nod, now she was learning that her pretty privilege had run out. She couldn’t get classmates to loan her notes, preferential treatment at bars, or even favors from our group of friends. Slowly, but surely, Nancy was filling a role in our group that I had filled since freshman year. I decided that the time to hammer the nail in the coffin was Halloween. I’d lost almost 15 pounds since the semester had started, and Nancy had gained just over 20. I now weighed 234lbs, and Nancy was pushing closer to 256lbs. For the first time since we’d known each other, even though I was shorter than she was, I didn’t look as fat as Nancy did, especially dressed in a flattering dress with some cat ears on, while Nancy on the other hand… “I am not going *burp* out like this.” Nancy pouted, as she sat with her doughy butt smooshed against my bed and her fat arms spread out to support herself, while I finished applying blue make-up to her nose. A deep-dish pizza box lay empty on the floor, two liters of soda lay empty near my pillow, the contents of which now fully resided in Nancy’s rapidly bloating **-belly. “Why? You make a fantastic Violet Beauregarde.” I giggled evilly, as I pinched her exposed mushy love handles, causing the gassy girl to let out another modestly loud belch. I didn’t have enough blue makeup to paint her whole-body blue, just her nose, but lord I wish I could have. Would have really sold the fat blueberry look I was going for with her. “Violet Beauregarde didn’t have pigtails.” Nancy complained, while one of her meaty arms moved to flick the hairstyle she’d increasingly come to hate. If Nancy Newman wanted sympathy from me, she was barking up the wrong tree. “And Violet Beauregarde wasn’t a two-timing b*tch sleeping with her psychology professor. What’s your point?” I cattily countered with a powerful flick to the side of Nancy’s swollen breasts. “Ouch!” Nancy hissed with anger before recalling the fact that I effectively owned her and murmuring a submissive, “Nothing.” “That’s what I thought.” I growled asserting myself. “Do you at least have a *burp* bigger sweatsuit? I’m *burp* bursting out of this one.” Nancy continued whining, as she lifted up both her arms and watched as the overly tight blue sweatsuit slid upward over her belly button before attempting to tug it back down to cover her round belly to no avail. “That’s kinda the point of the costume. Haven’t you seen the movie?” I questioned, causing Nancy to roll her eyes. “I’ve seen the movie. It’s probably some of the first fetish fuel I remember watching.” She admitted in a moment of frank honesty. “What do you mean?” I inquired slightly curious. “Nothing.” Nancy replied, closing up and crossing her hefty arms across her girthy body and resting them upon her shelf of a belly with another belch. “Fine. I don’t care anyway.” I shrugged, as I turned from her and walked to my closet, “I got you something else for tonight. Think of it as an accessory to your costume. I heard your stomach growling earlier, and since I need you to keep getting nice and fat, well… See for yourself.” I watched as Nancy attempted to scooch forward and lift herself off my bed, but her weight was now severe enough that her efforts merely caused her to jiggle her fat body and scoot a few inches forward. Once upon a time, skinny Nancy with her tight abs would have been able to boost herself off my bed with ease. Now fat Nancy with her huge layer of soft and squishy fat surrounding her waist had to literally rock herself back and forth a couple of times to push herself off my bed with the help of her doughy arms. It was a fat girl move, if ever I’d seen one. It took the blonde blimp a moment to find her balance and waddle toward me in her constricting blue sweatsuit to catch a glimpse of the surprise I had in store for her in my closet. Once she saw it, she gulped and grunted, “No. No f*cking way. Are you serious?? Blueberry pie? What the f*ck Kassy? I’m not eating that in public. Not when I’m wearing this crap. No way.” “You’ll do what I say pig. If you know what’s good for you.” I replied coldly like I wasn’t messing around. A look of defeat overcame Nancy’s cubby face, and the wide load slinked her head down and waddled toward my closet to grab her latest punishment. The pie was a big one, custom ordered from a local bakery. It was double the size of a regular pie and most definitely very fattening. “And I have to eat this with my *burp* hands??” Nancy muttered, her voice sounding a little shaky. “You bet your fat ass.” I smiled, not showing an ounce of regret. “How can you do this to me? This is literally so humiliating.” Nancy whined yet again. “It’s easy. I just remember how you used to treat me.” I spat, as Nancy avoided eye contact. She knew I was right. Deep down, she knew what I was doing was justified. She was just pissed I’d gained the upper hand over her. “I’m sorry.” Nancy quietly muttered, taking me completely by surprise. “W-what?” I couldn’t help but echo not believing my ears. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. I get why you hate me. Could you just maybe find it in your heart to not make me do this? Nobody is going to look at me the same way again if I go out like this and spend the night stuffing my face with *burp* blueberry pie.” Nancy muttered grasping onto her belly to perhaps try to quell it from making her continue to belch. “News flash Nancy, even if I believed you were actually sorry, I wouldn’t let you off the hook. You think you can still puff out your lower lip and get what you want? Your appearance may have changed, but you haven’t. You’re still the same rotten brat on the inside. And I think you always will be.” I replied without hesitation. “But…” Nancy tried to complain before I stood up to her and put my finger on her lips to silence her. “But nothing fat girl. Shut up and grab your dessert.” I spat with some venom. Puffing up her upper lip in anger, Nancy shoved my hand away from her face and seemed ready to growl something else at me, but before she said anything, she bit her tongue and changed her tone, “Okay. Fine.” While she approached the pie and bent over to pick it up, I could feel the anger radiating off of her. As her ass strained the fabric of my old sweatpants to their limit, I could hear the seams beginning to tear before a loud *rip!* filled the rom. Gasping with surprise and embarrassment, Nancy balanced the pie in one hand, and promptly sent her other hand to inspect the damage her ass had done to my sweatpants. The rip was right down the crack of her ass, her undies were on full display. It was in this moment of vulnerability that I decided to twist the knife, “How does it feel to be the fat girl now?” “Not f*cking good. Now I have to change.” Nancy complained. “You’ll do no such thing.” I snapped putting my foot down, “You’ll stuff your face like a good fat girl. And all of our friends will see you for the spoiled pig you really are.” The look on her face the moment I said that was pure humiliation. Taking a nervous gulp, she knew she had no alternative but to obey every word that came out of my mouth. Revenge really was sweet. Probably sweeter than the pie Nancy was going to have to scarf down in front of everyone tonight. Probably. NANCY I was helpless. Helpless to make a big fat fool of myself day in and day out for the rest of my college career. Kassy made that truth quite evident that horrible Halloween night. I’d become a big fat laughing stalk. The fat friend, as Kassy put it. The only saving grace in my life was that Gemma was always there to pick me up when I was feeling down. Watching my once prized body grow fatter each and every month was a humiliating experience for me. I was a feeder. A dominant one at that, and yet I was being made to stuff my gut on demand, whenever my former feedee said so. It was a tough fate to swallow, but with how much food I was packing away on a daily basis, I was getting a lot better at swallowing my shame and drowning it in all manner of junk food. I never thought I’d find comfort in food, but after my reputation had been shattered, and I’d outgrown every last piece of clothing that previously could have fit me, the only things I had left to enjoy was Gemma… and food. So that’s what I did. I ate when I was in bed, I ate when I was in class, I ate when I was with Kassy, I ate when I was with Gemma, and I ate when I was all alone. Eating was my coping mechanism, it dulled the humiliation I was experiencing when I popped a button in class, or got stuck in a chair, or when I got winded from simply waddling around campus. After that Halloween incident, the writing was on the wall. I had 19 months of college left, and 190 pounds left to gain. Five months later, I was 300 pounds, only 60 pounds lighter than Gemma, but almost 100 pounds heavier than Kassy. My social life wasn’t dead, but it was on life support. My friends liked to keep me around for pictures. Having a girl in the group that was three times the size of everybody else, other than Kassy, certainly made them look better by comparison, but that was usually the extent of our familiarity. At parties they avoided me like the plague. I wasn’t cool anymore. Nobody wanted to talk to me, nobody wanted to play drinking games with the whale. I’d just get ** and then wander over to Gemma’s house to drown my sorrows in ever increasing amounts of fattening foods. I was paranoid Kassy would catch me breaking one of her rules, so when I didn’t want to eat cake or spaghetti with my bare hands, I had Gemma feed me. It was humiliating to order my feedee to feed me, but that’s what my life had come to. Over the summer, I mostly avoided my parents and opted instead to stay with Gemma. My mother wouldn’t quit pestering me about my weight, and all my high school friends just ripped me to shreds when I showed my face anywhere. It was weird. It turned out that without my good looks, I had a lot fewer real friends than I thought. Gemma was the only one who stuck by my side through it all, she was the only one who loved me for more than just what I looked like. By the time senior year rolled around I’d caught up to my feedee in size. At 370 pounds, our sex lives had changed quite a bit. Our added bulk made a lot of positions we used to enjoy rather difficult. So, Gemma bought and installed a heavy-duty leather sex sling in her office to make things a little easier. We took turns taking charge, but more often than not I was so swollen from gorging myself all day that I willingly gave Gemma the reins for our sexual escapades. Over the course of my senior year, my circle of friends shrunk as I continued to grow. Suddenly I was too fat to take pictures with them or sit at the lunch table with them. I was an embarrassment, so I was excluded. I kept an eye on my former pals from afar, mostly from social media, praying for their misfortune. As the year progressed, I noticed that most of the group were beginning to fill out a little bit, aside from Kassy, but compared to me they were all still twigs. I wondered if Kassy had anything to do with them plumping up, but in the end, I didn’t care to investigate. My senior year lasted eight months, which meant I had to pack on an additional 80 pounds onto my already overfed 370-pound hourglass frame. At the rate I was eating, it wasn’t hard to keep my gain going. When I wasn’t going to and from classes, I was stuffing my fat fact like the world was about to end. Although I continued to fatten up Gemma, she reached 400 pounds around the time I hit 450. I was fatter than my feedee, and shorter, so the extra weight really was noticeable in comparison. Gemma’s ass was still bigger than mine, but that was it, and I was catching up quickly in the booty department. Life as an ultra-fat college coed wasn’t easy. Getting out of bed was exhausting, getting dressed was exhausting, getting around campus was exhausting. I was always out of breath. Always burping. Always slow. Always clumsy. Always bumping into people. It was like I was wearing one of those supersized sumo suits, except I could never take it off. Aside from Gemma and my lust for food, the prospect of freedom from Kassy’s cruel domination kept me going whenever I wanted to give in and surrender. It felt like it took ages, but with graduation finally on the horizon, my tormentor only had one last command that I had to follow before I was finally free to be with the one I loved without fear of financial ruin. “Why did she *pant* want to film me *wheeze* running?” I babbled in exhaustion, as I finished my second lap of Gemma’s yard and waddled along trying to continue my third. “Hmhm, I don’t think what you’re doing qualifies as running darling.” Gemma teased, while filming me struggling from her porch. “This is as fast as I can go.” I gasped lamenting how horrible I was feeling. Exercise used to be something I rewarded myself with back when I was athletic, but now it was a nightmare. I was painfully out of breath, moving my thick legs took tremendous energy that I simply didn’t possess anymore, and my belly was bouncing around so hard that I could hardly keep my balance with each and every additional step. Needing to catch my breath, I stopped, doubled over and wheezed, “Does she just want to tape this so she can see me suffer?? Or do you think she gets off on it?” “Who knows and who cares. It won’t matter once you graduate next week.” Gemma reminded me, trying to keep my spirits up. “Do you think that was good enough? I don’t think I have it in me to keep going.” I muttered trying to recover. “I guess it will have to do. Now let’s just film the last thing she asked for and be done with her.” Gemma replied, as she took some time and helped me up. Getting up on my own nowadays was too much trouble for me. “What’s left? She just wants a recording of me eating?” I questioned too exhausted for my brain to function normally. “She wants you to eat a buffet of foods in one take. She was specific about how much she wanted you to eat. She was also specific about what she wanted you to wear. I’ve got everything prepared on the kitchen table, but you’ll have to change first. The clothes she wants you in are in the bathroom.” Gemma explained, as I wobbly headed toward the bathroom to quickly shower and change. It turned out Kassy wanted me to make a pig of myself in the kind of tight-fitting professional attired I loved seeing Gemma squeeze into. Kassy had picked out a short skirt with pantihose, and a button-down dress shirt for me to wear and to my surprise I fit into them, barely. Reentering Gemma’s kitchen, I was careful with how I walked. I felt like any misstep might just break the clothes I was wearing right off me. When I saw how much food Gemma had prepared for me under Kassy’s orders my legs started trembling. Pasta with meatballs, an assortment of breads, butters, and cheeses, short ribs practically dripping off the bone, mashed potatoes, pizza, ice cream, brownies, and cannoli. There was also a camera on a tripod pointed right at the head of the table where I was going to have to sit while I attempted to eat everything. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Kassy wants me to eat all of this??” I gushed a little intimidated by the feast laid out in front of me. “On camera, in one take, no breaks. And you know the drill, gotta use your bare hands.” Gemma added, as if I needed to be reminded. Sitting down at the head of the table, Gemma’s stylish wooden chair creaked and groaned loudly when I sat down upon it. I could almost feel the wood warping to try and accommodate my massive weight. Craving my freedom more than anything, I replied to Gemma with a confident, “Bring it on.” Without a moment to lose, Gemma served me my first course. The assortment of cheeses, breads, and butters. Carbs and fats were no problem. I washed them down with a liter of soda and pushed onward to the mashed potatoes. They were creamy, and filling, but my stomach had grown in size, and I was able to polish off the dish in full. Although, my skirt was beginning to feel uncomfortably tight, and as my belly bloated, my fat oozed outward and began to place more and more strain upon my shirt’s buttons. Letting out a few belches, I moved on to the pizza, as Gemma cheered for me. I was slowing down now. The amount of bread Kassy had demanded that I eat was staggering. It took will and determination, but I was able to make short work of the pizza even though I was beginning to feel in over my head. In my tight clothes, it was getting hard to breathe, my breaths had to be shallow or else I’d likely burst out of the confining garments I was wearing. The pasta was next and eating it with my bare hands was sloppy. I was covered in sauce and I’m sure I was giving Kassy everything she wanted to see in the recording. I must have looked like quite the fat hog. My mouth was so tired I didn’t even bother chewing the meatballs, I just swallowed them whole, much to Gemma’s amazement. After taking in more soda to clear my throat, I plowed through the last of my pasta despite the growing discomfort and pain I was feeling. By the time I made it to the short ribs, I was exhausted all over again. Daring to sneak a glance at my bloated stomach, as if just staring at it would relieve some of the increasingly uncomfortable pressure I was feeling, I could see it had swollen in size and appeared taut, testing the limits of my skirt’s, and shirt’s buttons. I ate one rib, then another, and another, before I knew it, like everything else, I’d gulped every last morsel down. As I let out a little belch that I had stuck in my throat, I heard what I thought was the chair beneath me creaking again, but the sound wasn’t quite that. It was the stitching of the button holding the waistline of my skirt together. For several moments, I tried not to breathe, as I looked down and watched as my belly slowly surged forward bringing my skirt’s button to the brink of popping off. A millisecond later that’s exactly what happened, punctuated by the sound of tearing cloth, as my unhindered belly swelled into the open space in front of it, right upon my massive lap. As my undeniably-stuffed belly lurched forward and outward to its maximum extent, my shirt suffered the same fate as my skirt. One by one, my taut stomach began to burst the buttons completely off my shirt until only one remained in the space between my cleavage and my rotund gut. Clutching my exposed belly, I could feel it churning and groaning. I’d reached my limit, but I still needed to stomach dessert somehow. As I was beginning to despair, Gemma moved a chair next to mine, sat down next to me and slid her hand over to the inside of my thigh. “You’re almost done. You’re doing great. I can’t help you, but I’m here for you. You can do this.” Gemma assured me, as I weakly smiled at her, still unsure of myself. I had a week until graduation, I could always reattempt to get Kassy her revenge porn sometime before then. That’s when Gemma’s hand shifted closer toward me, snuck beneath my skirt and undies, and then squeezed between my folds of fat until she reached my clit. “You can do this.” Gemma reiterated, as she began rubbing me just the right way to get my mind thinking of something else other than my painfully swollen stomach, “Eat.” I was too exhausted to talk, so I just obeyed. I reached for my dessert and did what Gemma said, as she continued to gently pleasure me. I’d done something similar to her on a number of occasions, but she’d never tried something like this on me. In all honesty, I loved it. Her touch eased my self-doubt and helped numb me to the forceful amount of calories I was cramming into myself. As I continued to eat, my belly groaned and swelled to its biggest extent yet. I felt ready to pop in more ways than one. Gemma’s little finger massage had brought my fat self to the brink of an orgasm while I tried to swallow the last of my dessert. That’s when it hit me. Moaning and belching uncontrollably, Gemma rocked me to my core, while I was too helpless to move a single inch for fear of bursting. As I tried to contain the pure joy coursing through my body, I couldn’t stop my obese body from shaking uncontrollably like an earthquake. In response, the chair beneath me suddenly gave way with a sharp crack. My swollen body went down to the ground with it, the impact caused the last of my clothes to burst off me. As I lay on the ground gathering myself, I couldn’t move. The weight of what I’d just done immobilized me. Thanks to my gluttony, I was finally free of Kassy for the rest of my life. I could do whatever I wanted. Publicly date whoever I wanted. Work wherever I wanted. Eat whatever I wanted. I could have my life back. The happiness started hitting me around the time Gemma helped me into her bed to sleep off the last of Kassy’s vengeful commands. “How was it?” Gemma asked me, sounding tentative for some reason, not celebratory. “The stuffing? The orgasm? Or being done with Kassy?” I sighed too exhausted to deduce what was bothering her. “The stuffing.” Gemma muttered looking guilty. “It was rough, but I guess it could have been worse.” I admitted, as I needed to know, “Why do you ask?” “Because… I… forgot to hit the record button.” Gemma admitted looking horribly embarrassed and fearful. “Please tell me you’re joking.” I sighed, as the pace of my heartbeat quickened with worry. “I’m not…” Gemma replied gritting her teeth. “If I could move, you’d be in so much trouble.” I growled, as Gemma gently placed a hand upon my gut and massaged me. “Then I guess I better not let you move anytime soon.” Gemma teased, as I saw a dominant look in my feedee’s eyes that seemed to tell me something. My feedee might have just become my feeder…

Been a little while since this thread has seen an update, so here are some more solid mutual WG stories: From the thread I attached to this post: "Selective side effects: https://fantasyfeeder.com/stories/view?id=305813 A cool story that I hope gets finished some day. Both male and female weight gain with attention to both." A recent post on curvage: AND Here are two new one-off mutual WG stories I've written recently thanks to support I've received on P*a*t*r*e*o*n: Just This Once by polarisdreamer on DeviantArt (A female feeder fattens up her new boyfriend only to slowly develop an interest in fattening up herself 50/50) Relationship Weight (One-Off) by polarisdreamer on DeviantArt (A new couple packs on the pounds and grow closer as a result 50/50) AND Sadly the link to Big Developments does seem to be dead and I don't have a copy of the story. That one might be lost to time... That's all! Cheers!

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Chapter 5: Good Girl The townhouse was mostly empty. Kev, Dom, and Sabrina were all out finishing the last of their final exams for the spring semester. For them, summer break was tantalizingly within reach, but for Logan and Kelly summer break had already arrived. A slew of final papers meant that finals week for them was just a formality. So rather than spend their time studying or stressing, Kelly and Logan were lounging and relaxing together. Nestled comfortably on the couch, in nothing but tan bra and stretchy blue sweatpants, Kelly’s blubbery belly was covered in sweat and on full display. The air conditioning had gone out earlier in the morning. Logan had submitted a work order to have it fixed, but for the time being, it was just about as hot and humid inside their residence as it was outside. As such, Logan had brought a portable fan into the living room and positioned it in such a way to help cool Kelly down. When he’d first met Kelly in September, she’d been skinny and rather short with a big smile, a big bust, blue eyes, and luscious long blonde hair. She was still short, obviously, her eyes and hair still looked just as pretty, as did her big breasts, but over the course of the year Kelly had packed on weight at an alarming rate. For anyone else, Kelly’s unrelenting and severe weight gain might be a turn off, but for Logan, it was irresistible. Weighing somewhere south of 120lbs when he’d first met her, she’d plumped up to nearly 200lbs when they’d first hooked up during the tail end of winter break. Now, 14 weeks later, thanks to his help, Kelly had to be pushing at least 250lbs or 260lbs, although he wasn’t completely sure. Part of him wanted Kelly to weigh herself in front of him, but he was too shy to ask. Regardless, it was obvious to the naked eye that the posh and pretty former cheerleader was now more than double the woman she used to be. Her seductive face had softened, those alluring cheekbones were no longer visible thanks to the way her cheeks had puffed up along with the rest of her body. Her breasts, once large and firm, had exploded in size to the point that they were simply too big and heavy to retain their natural perkiness. Kelly’s new collection of plus sized bras were doing some serious heavy lifting. Then there was her belly, the initial stages of Kelly’s gain were quite kind to her figure. She seemed to pack on the pounds in such a way that enhanced her natural hourglass shape, but these last 50 or 60 pounds seemed to have mostly landed in one destination, her gut. As fat as her breasts had gotten, her lard-filled potbelly had gotten much bigger. It was now the first thing people noticed about her when Kelly entered a room. The last thing people saw when Kelly exited a room was her widened hips, blubbery butt, and plushy thick legs. The girl had rounded out considerably and in Logan’s mind, was looking better than ever. Although, this opinion was not shared by all of their other housemates. Kelly’s transformation over the course of the year depressed Kev considerably, although out of respect for Kelly and Logan, he hadn’t yet gone so far as to rag on Kelly for her weight gain. Dom and Sabrina were more supportive of Kelly’s change in figure, once they caught on that Kelly had seemingly embraced it. In the end, they loved having another eating buddy to pig out with. Although Kelly’s outward appearance had changed drastically over the last few months, her personality really hadn’t. She was still as sweet and bubbly, friendly and outgoing as ever. Gone was the flat stomach, but Kelly was still Kelly regardless and her friends loved her for it. “More chips?” Logan hummed, as Kelly continued to concentrate on painting her nails, while she reclined on the couch. “Are the cookies ready yet?” She sighed, not taking her eyes off of the precise work she was doing with her nails. “They’ll be ready in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Logan replied, his typical southern charm on the tip of his tongue, “Want some more chips in the meantime?” “Of course.” Kelly responded before opening her mouth and allowing Logan to feed her another Dorito while she continued working on her nails. As she chewed, she paused what she was doing in order to gaze upon the pleased smile emerging across Logan’s attractive face. She loved his peaceful looking eyes, although at the moment they appeared lost in lust for feeding her. Opening her mouth to speak, Logan misinterpreted her movement and quickly stuffed another chip into her mouth. Recognizing the mistake, Kelly smiled and giggled a bit as she tried to chew. “What are you giggling about?” Logan softly spoke wanting to know what Kelly had gotten so giddy about all of a sudden. Swallowing her mouthful before responding, Kelly smiled and hummed, “I’ll just never understand why you love feeding me so much. You’ve been doing it all morning; don’t you get bored?” “Never.” The southern gentleman shook his head, as he offered Kelly another chip and she accepted it right into her mouth. Chewing and swallowing before responding, Kelly eventually managed to ask, “Why?” “Feeding you is just extremely hot to me.” Logan explained with a shrug, while he continued feeding Kelly chips. “I know, but why?” Kelly emphasized while chewing with her mouth full. Finding Kelly’s antics incredibly cute, it took Logan a moment to focus himself and reply, “Hmm, well… I’m not sure how to explain this without sounding like a loon.” After gulping down her current mouthful of food, Kelly assured him, “I won’t judge you.” “Okay… I really enjoy feeding you, for a few reasons…” Logan began before feeling the need to pause briefly for a big breath. Feeling a little nervous Logan did his best to push the words out of his mouth, “The biggest one… probably has to do with the fact… that I’m really turned on by how much weight you’ve gained this year.” “Mhh-hmm.” Kelly hummed knowingly, while she wiggled her blubbery body just enough for her fat to jiggle all over. Seeing this display and enjoying it, Logan continued, “Feeding you, nourishing you, in my mind it’s helping you enjoy the process of gaining weight even more. And umm… Obviously feeding you has been helping you plump up too… I’ve always had a weakness for chubby girls and…” “But I’m a fat girl. Not plump, not chubby, FAT.” Kelly interrupted, drawing Logan’s attention to her free hand, as she pinched an inch of one of her folds of fat across her chunky belly, “I think it’s safe to say I’m fat now. I can’t even reach my feet to paint my toenails anymore, my big belly gets in the way… It didn’t used to do that. Your cooking’s really done a number on me this semester.” The innocent honesty of Kelly’s words, and the way she touched her newfound fat, not with disgust but with pride, turned Logan on to know end. He could feel his blood pumping faster. Trying to swallow his lust and continue the conversation, Logan managed to stammer, “Chubby girls, fat girls, whatever you want to label it as, my preference always has been for the little ladies like you, with big appetites, who’ve put on some weight and gotten some serious curves. Feeding you, in my mind, is helping you acquire those curves I can’t resist, so… I just can’t help loving it. No matter how simple and repetitive feeding you can be, I’ll never stop being enamored by doing it.” “But I wonder…” Kelly hummed clearly thinking of something else to ask, “Do you find me more attractive now that I’m even heavier than I was when we started seeing each other?” This was a question Logan had been waiting for Kelly to ask for a long time. In all of his previous relationships, eventually they got around to asking exactly this. Not hesitating, Logan’s response was a firm and confident, “I do.” “And you want me to keep gaining?” Kelly sought to clarify, as she accepted another chip from Logan and started chomping on it. “I’d like that.” Logan nodded, being as sincere as possible. “But that’s what I don’t get with your fetish, where does it stop? I mean with mine, it’s simple, you give me praise, if it’s really good or if you give me a lot of it, I get horny, we have sex, and I feel like I’m being taken care of. But with you, you never seem to get tired of feeding me, you love each and every pound I gain… Where does it stop for you?” Kelly inquired, as curiously as possible. This was a more embarrassing question to answer, but Logan didn’t stray from the truth, “I think in my fantasies it never stops, but in real life, it stops with what you want. I’ll always be attracted to you, skinny or fat, but d*mn if you don’t look divine with this big belly on you.” He couldn’t resist putting his hands on Kelly’s exposed sweaty globular potbelly. She smiled and blushed in response, squeaking, “You like the belly??” “I LOVE the belly! You know I really appreciate your body with a little more fluffy fat on it. But ultimately, whatever you want for yourself is what I want. So, where it stops is entirely up to you.” Logan concluded before remembering to add, “So, you tell me.” Pausing to think seriously for a moment, Kelly imagined how fat she might be comfortable with getting for Logan. The picture in her imagination was fuzzy, so Kelly just went ahead and responded with what was on her mind, “You’d still love and take care of me if I was 600lbs?” “I swear.” Logan pledged, even taking one hand off Kelly’s gloriously fleshy belly to place it over his heart. Enjoying her man-friend’s theatrics, Kelly giggled, “It’s hard to imagine being that big. I guess I’d prefer if we take this gaining thing day by day. But… I’m certainly enjoying it too much to stop now.” “Music to my ears.” Logan smiled ear to ear. For a moment, there was a bit of silence between the two. There was an elephant in the room that neither of them was openly acknowledging right now: The fact that Kelly was still on a break with Michael and that she’d be meeting him for lunch in a little while to formally break up. Logan and Kelly each wanted to know what that meant for their relationship moving forward, but each was a little too shy to ask directly about it. Instead, Kelly found another way to keep the conversation going, “Sooo, you mentioned you like feeding me for other reasons… what are they?” “Umm…” Logan paused to think for a moment, before grabbing another chip and sticking it in Kelly’s awaiting mouth, “I like the way you lick my fingers sometimes when I put something in your mouth.” On cue, Kelly closed her mouth upon Logan’s finger and playfully licked him, while she purred, “Mhh-hmm.” “I like watching and feeling how far your belly sticks out after I feed you a big meal.” Logan hummed, as his free hand playfully squeezed Kelly’s exposed love handles. “Mhh-hmm!” Kelly squeaked, still sucking on Logan’s finger, but now blushing with excitement from the way he was touching her. “I like watching you outgrow clothes, squeeze into clothes that are too small for you, pop buttons when you’re eating…” Logan continued, as his free hand found its way up to Kelly’s massive breasts and began squeezing them. “Mhh-hmmmmmm!” Kelly purred with delight, as she pulled Logan’s finger from her mouth and placed his hand on her other breast. “I mean, my god did the weight go to all the right places with you.” Logan admitted, as his eyes enjoyed the sight of his hands squeezing together Kelly’s massive cleavage. “Mhh-hmm. More cushion for the pushing.” Kelly cooed, sounding horny now. “Exactly.” Logan smiled wondering if Kelly wanted more sex after how long they’d frolicked in bed earlier in the morning. However, his growing lust was cooled by the next thing out of Kelly’s mouth. “Easier target?” Kelly added in a slightly different tone from before. “Excuse me?” Logan paused caught off-guard. “It’s like Kev said.” Kelly sighed sounding a little more down than she’d been a moment ago, “When I was fit and skinny, even when I was only a little chubby, I had options. Now I’m so fat I couldn’t get another guy even if I wanted to. I’ve fallen into the fat girlfriend trap.” “Kelly, you’re not my girlfriend, yet, but if anything, you’ve made ME fall into the trap. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else, other than you. I’ve got no other options. It’s just you.” Logan assured her with all the southern charm he could muster, “Being with you would mean the world to me.” For the slightest of milliseconds, a stray thought of Amber passed warmly through the back of Kelly’s mind before she blinked and focused on Logan’s long and dark hair, then his broad shoulders, and his peaceful looking eyes. Logan was everything she’d ever wanted in a boyfriend, he was far more loyal, attentive, charming, and supportive than Michael had ever been. The daily praise he lavished upon her felt organic, natural. He never praised her just to get a certain sexual response, his words, his feelings, his love was true. “Nothing would make me happier.” Kelly smiled appearing happier, before adding with a hint of snark, “Except if you… maybe… fed me those cookies.” “Coming right up!” Logan nearly laughed, as he rushed over to the kitchen, cookies in hand, “I made a dozen, think that’s enough?” “It’ll do.” Kelly smiled opening her mouth and pleading, “Now, feed me and fatten me up some more. I love that you only have eyes for me, and I wanna keep it that way!” As sensual as the feeding started, it got a little frisky once Logan ran out of food to feed Kelly with. Her tongue danced its way inside his mouth, while his hands lavished her soft, round, and blubbery figure. However, the heat was so great that the two of them were forced to stop short of escalating things further. Overheated and horny, the two of them had to settle for some brief sweaty cuddles before Logan needed to separate from Kelly and bump up the fan another notch. As he watched his girlfriend lying on the couch like a sweaty beached whale, there was no doubt in his mind that Kelly would officially be his girlfriend in only a few short hours. However, he couldn’t help but wonder, albeit briefly, how Michael would take it. He didn’t have anything against the guy, but he was certain Kelly would be better off with him in the rear-view mirror. … A little while later, across town, Michael and Molly were pulling off the interstate highway and they were running a little bit late. Molly had insisted that they stop for a drive thru lunch at a Burger King twenty minutes earlier. They’d each ordered a burger, some fries, and some drinks. As usual, Molly had hardly eaten more than a bite or two of her burger, but she was still picking at her fries. Until now… “I’m full babe, do you want the rest of my food??” Molly cooed momentarily blocking his view of the road by waving her container of fries in his face. Gently pushing her hand away, Michael replied, “Why do you always order so much? You never eat it all.” “I guess my eyes are bigger than my stomach.” Molly shrugged, as she picked out a handful of fries and brought them to Michael’s mouth, telling him, “Here, have some.” Accepting the fries rather than let Molly smother the greasy snacks into his face, Michael ate, even though he was quite full already from his own meal. “Good right?” She hummed, as she grabbed some more to feed him with. “Yeah, but I’m good.” Michael tried to assure her, while Molly ignored him and fed him some more. “Come on, I treated you to lunch with MY money. The least you could do is not let it go to waste.” Molly emphasized, as she quit it with the fries and reached for her burger. Michael did not enjoy it when Molly pushed food on him like this. He didn’t understand why she was like this, but he accepted it as a minor annoyance in light of what was otherwise a pretty enjoyable overall relationship. So, as he continued driving, he let her feed him the rest of her unfinished meal, hardly offering a single word of noncompliance after his initial resistance. Feeling increasingly more and more stuffed, Michael tried to ignore his discomfort and focus on the road, but even his developing stomachache couldn’t help him ignore the fact that his thoughts kept creeping back to Kelly… “You’re awfully quiet. What’s on your mind babe?” Molly wondered out loud, as she finished feeding Michael the last morsal of her fries and felt somewhat uncomfortable with the silence that now filled her soon-to-be boyfriend’s car. It was hard for her to imagine that Michael might be experiencing any mixed feelings about making his breakup with Kelly official. She’d seen Kelly’s recent Instagram pictures. She’d positively ballooned in college, so much so that it was hard to recognize her. In contrast, Molly was convinced she was everything Kelly had been in her prime and more. She had a similar figure to the one Kelly had possessed before entering college. She wasn’t quite as busty as Kelly had been, but she was a bit taller, a natural red head, possessed a healthy and perky butt, and had some very alluring hips. “Not much. Just… focusing on the road.” Michael replied sounding a little despondent. When he used to visit Kelly, his excitement would skyrocket every time he pulled off the interstate. But now… He was dreading this confrontation. He felt terribly guilty for the demise of their relationship and for Kelly’s once flawless figure. In a selfish effort to keep her flawless beauty all to himself, he’d not only succeeded in driving her away, but he also ruined the very beauty he’d once treasured above all else. To make his guilt even worse, during their break, he’d started seeing one of Kelly’s former cheerleader friends, Molly. And… All things considered… Things were going great for him. Molly wasn’t Kelly, by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d grown to love her just as passionately as he’d loved Kelly. It felt like a betrayal of Kelly, but… He couldn’t control his heart. Kelly had always been overly eager to please and overly concerned with treating him like a prince. She loved being submissive to him, and he loved that about her, both inside and outside of the bedroom. Molly, wasn’t a sub. In the bedroom and in their general relationship, she liked to take control and take charge. At first it was weird giving up that position of total control he’d once enjoyed having over Kelly. Molly even seemed to enjoy his attempts to assert himself, but in the end, she’d always get her way. It turned out, as much as he loved being dominant in the bedroom, he quite enjoyed the way Molly would take charge. Unlike Kelly, Molly had opened his eyes to a plethora of exciting kinks including, bondage, roleplay, rough sex, and edging. She was a different beast entirely and he quite liked the change. “You’re not worried about seeing Kelly, are you?” Molly accurately questioned; her hand was now gently dancing around his thigh. “A little bit.” Michael admitted, his guilt was obvious upon his handsome face. “What for?” Molly wanted to know, staring directly at Michael. “It just feels bad the way things ended between us. I… I should have treated her better.” Michael explained now knowing how else to express how he was feeling. “It’s all for the best though... You’re with me now. And I love the way you treat me.” Molly smiled trying to soothe Michael’s guilt. “You’re right.” Michael nodded feeling slightly better, “Thanks babe. Still can’t help feeling off though…” Seeing that her effort had not been 100% successful, Molly decided on another course of action to change Michael’s mood. Taking a breath, Molly commanded, “Maybe I can put your mind at ease. Pull over.” “Where?” Michael wanted to clarify. “Anywhere that’s out of sight.” Molly smirked seductively. Michael picked up the subtext now. Doing as his lady requested, Michael pulled into a familiar spot on the side of the road. Luckily it wasn’t very busy. “Take off those shorts. And your boxers too.” Molly subsequently commanded, as Michael unbuckled his seatbelt and did as she asked. “Mmmm, looks good…” She purred looking down at him. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she reached her hand over, briefly patted his full stomach, and then began stroking his manhood gently until he got nice and hard, whispering, “feels good, doesn’t it?” Michael nodded, watching, and feeling how Molly’s stroking began to slowly grow more forceful with each fluid motion of her soft hand. What she was doing to him down there was beginning to override the painfully stuffed feeling in his stomach. “Don't even think about c*mming until I give you permission,” she teased with a subtle growl in her otherwise sweet voice. He nodded again and Molly squeezed him tightly. “Ohh…” Michael sighed, feeling a pulse of pleasure from the force of Molly’s hand. “No. Not yet. I just started.” Molly chastised him, as she paused for a moment, brought her hand to her face, spit on it, and then went back to doing what she’d been doing before. “F*ck Molly…” Michael hummed trying to distract himself from the pleasure Molly was taunting him with. “No Michael. You better not. I haven’t even started using my mouth yet.” Molly lovingly whispered in Michael’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe once the final word had seductively slithered out of her mouth. The sexy insinuation and another hardy yank of his proverbial chain was enough to send Michael over the edge. His breathing grew ragged. He tried to avert his thoughts and hold back what was coming, but he couldn’t. He was too weak. “Molly!” He gasped, “I’m c*mming!” In an instant, Molly’s mouth was on his spasming d*ck, sucking him dry with each and every sexy breath she took. It lasted a long time for Michael. He’d climaxed very hard. As he slowly regained his senses, Molly arched herself back up into the passenger seat and vowed in the same seductive voice she’d used before, “You are in sooo much trouble when you get done with Kelly.” ... Glancing at her phone yet again, Kelly wondered what the heck was taking Michael so long to arrive at their agreed upon rendezvous. She’d arrived almost half an hour ago, huffing and puffing in order to make it right on time and he still had yet to show his face or even text her with an update about his estimated time of arrival. It wasn’t like him. Letting out a sigh, Kelly took another bite of her second blueberry muffin and another gulp of her coffee. The sugary and fattening drink was probably just under 1,000 calories, but it had been months since Kelly had worried about calorie counting, she was already fat, at this point, what difference did it make? She’d eaten plenty already today but stuffing her face had become her default habit whenever she wasn’t doing something else. Besides, her large Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappucino tasted heavenly. It was the only thing distracting her from how pent up she was feeling. Being fed so much by Logan earlier had aroused her submissive libido. She was in need of a sweet release, but knew she had to keep her sh*t together for her confrontation with Michael. As the taste of rich mocha sauce, vanilla syrup, cookie crumbles and Frappuccino chips lingered on her tongue, Kelly put her drink down, and rested her girthy arms upon her belly. They’d gotten so heavy Kelly was thankful her globular belly now sprouted out far enough to act as a soft and fleshy cushion for them to rest on. Leaning back, Kelly sank into the booth. Her girth was too much for the weak back cushions to provide much resistance for weighty blobby plumpness. Feeling a chill around her underbelly, Kelly adjusted herself, and looked downward. Seeing past her large cleavage, it looked to her eyes like her white tank top was riding up again. Pulling it down, Kelly confirmed her suspicions. Her growing belly had caused her yet again to outgrow another shirt. She’d have to go shopping this weekend for something larger. Perhaps Sabrina wouldn’t mind going with her. Shopping with a friend was always more enjoyable than shopping alone. And unlike Logan, Sabrina wouldn’t blindly tell her she looked great in positively everything she tried on. Logan’s seal of approval was a very easy standard to reach. Too easy. In fact, Logan was the one who had convinced her to purchase the inadequate tank top she was currently bursting out of. Massaging her gut and taking another mindless bite of her second muffin, Kelly heard the coffee shop door ding open. She didn’t bother to check who had entered; she was more concerned with stuffing her face at the moment. However, her laziness would end up biting her in the butt when she heard a familiar voice address her: “Oh my god… Kelly??” Michael’s voice muttered in a disappointed sounding surprise. Hearing what he’d just loudly said, Kelly looked up from her food and blushed quite red. The realization hit her. She’d gotten so fat that her ex-lover hardly recognized her. She’d never felt so fat before in her life! Inundated with a mixture of embarrassment and shame, Kelly also felt something else, a slight tingle of perverse excitement, despite all the humiliation she was feeling, something about repulsing her ex was… arousing? Perhaps it had something to do with Amber and Logan’s praise changing her perception of her gluttonous weight gain from a negative to a positive. Had she fallen so hopelessly far down the fattening and rewarding rabbit hole of her and Logan’s complementary fetishes that even Michael’s negative acknowledgement of her gain felt like something Logan would praise her for? That had to be it, but it was quite an embarrassing thing to find arousing… “H-hi Michael…” Kelly gulped looking as flustered as she sounded. Glancing at Michael up and down, she noticed he was wearing a bit of an uncharacteristically baggy shirt, but otherwise he looked just about the same as he always did. It was strange, in this moment looking at him, she didn’t find him as attractive as she used to. Judging from the way Michael was staring at her with his jaw dropped, the feeling was mutual, “Kelly…. Is that really you??” “Yup. It’s me.” Kelly hummed, taking a second to cradle her jiggly belly and add, “All me.” “You know…” Michael muttered looking like his mind was off in its own world, “I just saw a balloon that reminded me of you.” Blushing and gasping in a breath of air in response, Kelly felt offended, so without thinking, she snapped, “Funny, cause I just ordered a Frappuccino and it came in twenty seconds, reminded me of you.” Snapping out of his shocked stupor, and twinging a little bit from embarrassment, Michael’s hand moved to scratch his reddening cheek before he attempted to deescalate the situation. Quickly sitting down across from Kelly, he apologetically replied, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… This is not how I wanted this to go.” “How did you want this to go?” Kelly huffed, crossing her tubby arms just under her overly plump chest. Letting out a pained and deep breath, Michael admitted truthfully, “Quickly and painlessly.” “Too late for that.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “I know. Again… I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you’ve gotten so…” Michael paused, not wanting to offend Kelly yet again. “Fat?” Kelly finished his sentence for him. “I mean, yeah.” Michael shrugged, trying to express his concern for her, “Are you doing, okay?” He’d feel even more guilty if Kelly admitted the reason for her continued rapid weight gain had to do with comfort eating to cope with their break. However, to his surprise, Kelly answered much differently than he imagined. “Never better.” Kelly hummed, managing to smile for a brief moment. “Well, that’s… good.” Michael stumbled over his own words. This conversation felt painfully awkward. It was obvious they were not getting back together. He could see it in her eyes, and she could probably see it in his. It just appeared neither of them wanted to draw first blood and officially say what was obviously on their minds. “It is.” Kelly replied sounding equally as uncomfortable as her former lover. Having a tough time verbalizing what she needed to say to end this conversation, officially break up with Michael and move on with her life, Kelly instead muttered, “Sooo, how’ve you been?” “I’ve been… not bad.” Michael responded not sure exactly what it was safe to share about his life without making Kelly more upset. As if reading his mind, the next words out of Kelly’s mouth were a knowing, “How’s Molly?” Gulping and sweating a bit, Michael replied, “You know about Molly? “Yeah, how are things going with her??” Kelly emphasized, clearly wanting to know. Her tone had grown much sharper than it had been moments ago. Michael wasn’t sure if he detected jealousy or curiosity in her voice. “Really, umm… Really good.” Michael muttered trying to make the truth more palatable for his ex. Nodding for a moment, taking a big gulp of her coffee, Kelly then replied sounding less than happy, “Good, I’m happy for you.” “Thanks. Ugh… Are… Are you seeing anyone?” Michael inquired delicately. She’d asked him basically the same thing, so he felt he had a right to know if Kelly had replaced him with something other than junk food. Part of him was hoping that she had succeeded in finding someone new, just as he had. He’d certainly feel less guilty if that was the case. After all, he’d helped Kelly fall into the ill-fated fat girlfriend trap. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined Kelly’s chances of finding another guy to her liking. “That’s none of your business.” Kelly bluntly spit in response, her eyes narrowing on Michael, sending the message that she didn’t want him prying into her personal affairs. Michael didn’t know how to interpret this response, or if he should even try. Was the reason she didn’t want him prying because she didn’t want him to feel sorry for her? Or pity her? Or had she indeed found someone new, someone she enjoyed, who loved her and accepted her even though she’d blown up to the size of a house over the course of her freshman year? It annoyed him slightly that Kelly wasn’t going to give him an answer, but if she didn’t want him prying, he’d honor her wishes. “Okay, okay. That’s fine.” Michael raised his hands defensively, before putting them down and continuing, “Look, the reason I wanted to do this face to face, is because I really owe you an apology. I should have… I… I should have been a better boyfriend. I… I really regret what happened between us. You’re the last person on this planet who I wanted to hurt. But, I know that I did. And, I wish I could make up for it.” For a moment there was silence between them. Kelly looked surprised to hear him say that. Michael was surprised he’d been able to spit out the guilt lingering on his mind so clearly. “You mean that?” Kelly asked sounding a little doubtful, while she picked up a piece of the blueberry muffin she was eating and popped it into her mouth without taking her eyes off of Michael’s. “Every word.” Michael assured her, continuing, “I can understand if you want nothing to do with me ever again, but if you’re open to it, I’d like it if we could still be friends.” Thinking for a moment, Kelly’s response was a welcome one, “I’d like that too.” “You’ll unblock me from everything?” Michael muttered, feeling slightly better since Kelly had accepted his apology. “Sure.” Kelly chuckled, “But I expect you to wish me happy birthday every year. Otherwise, you’re back to being blocked.” “Haha, deal.” Michael smiled, starting to feel more at ease. “So…” Kelly murmured, feeling equally less awkward. “Yeah?” Michael wondered, as this fattened version of Kelly in front of him seemed to pause and think about something. Eventually she articulated what was on her mind, “What are your plans after graduation?” “I actually umm… I’m going to college.” Michael revealed much to Kelly’s surprise. Clearly a little shocked, Kelly gasped, “Really? Where? In-state? Outta state?” “Down south. Douglas University.” Michael replied, adding, “Ever heard of it?” “I think so. Why’d you decide on college?” Kelly wondered unable to contain her curiosity. For a moment it didn’t seem so difficult to talk to Michael. “Working for your dad just got weird after we… y’know.” Michael paused mid response before continuing, “Figured I’d do better for myself if I got more educated.” “Is Molly going with you??” Came Kelly’s next question rather quickly. “Umm, no, she’d already committed to East Stroudsburg before we even started seeing each other. But she figures she can transfer after the fall semester if her grades are good enough.” Michael explained sounding hopeful. Looking at her ex doubtfully, Kelly questioned, “Do you think you can handle a semester of long distance with her? You couldn’t with me.” “I’m gonna learn from my mistakes with you Kelly. I’m gonna treat her… better. I think Molly and I can do it.” Came his reply before he diverted eye contact for a moment and apologized, “I’m sorry again… for everything…” “Don’t be.” Kelly shook her head, as she reached over the table and placed her hand on Michael’s for the last time, “I think… I think things worked out for the best. I hope the two of you are happy together.” “I hope you’re happy here too.” Michael smiled, enjoying Kelly’s touch even if it was only for an instant. “I am. I’ve made a lot of good friends this year. And, next semester, Amber’s transferring. So, I’ll have another great friend to add to all the rest I’ve got.” Kelly revealed letting go of Michael’s hand and adjusting her posture. She noticed Michael’s eyes briefly darting south of her own, probably checking out the way her inflated breasts jiggled from all the movement. She wondered what he truthfully thought of her now that she’d transformed herself into a blimp. “That’s… That’s great. You’ll have a lot of fun with Amber. That’s good. That’s good…” Michael nodded seeming to get a little awkward again. Seeing no reason to prolong the conversation, Kelly heaved her way to her feet, bumping the table as she did so, “Well… I think I’d better get outta here before things get anymore awkward than they already are. Goodbye Michael.” “Goodbye Kelly.” Michael replied managing a weak smile. Getting up himself, he took a step closer to Kelly, opening his arms. Accepting the ‘goodbye’ hug from her ex, Kelly embraced him. As she did, something puzzled her. Perhaps it was because she’d gotten so much softer this year, but Michael didn’t feel the same against her. He felt… softer. Or perhaps Logan just had a firmer build. Thinking nothing further of it, Kelly and Michael parted their hug and then parted ways. Although Kelly couldn’t resist returning to the table to gulp down the last of her Frappuccino and of course what little remained of her second muffin. … Breaking things off with Michael felt like a nagging weight had been lifted from her shoulders, but Kelly still felt plenty heavy regardless. Thus, the walk home was hot and sweaty. She tried her best to hurry and limit her time in the heat, but Kelly could only move so fast with all the extra weight she was carrying. Only one block away from the townhouse, Kelly was forced to rest in the shade of a large tree on the side of the road or risk overheating. While she caught her breath, she remembered with a hint of embarrassment how easy this exact walk had once been for her. It was like every second she dwelled in her larger body, she was constantly reminded of what she’d lost and what she’d gained. For the moment she felt the positives of putting on so much weight outweighed the negatives, but even so, that didn’t mean she didn’t yearn for the days before a simple walk like this would take her to the brink of exhaustion. Continuing to ponder the loss of her fitness, Kelly heard a loud rumble coming down the street toward her. It sounded like a car with a broken muffler, but this noise was one Kelly had heard many times before. As luck would have it, it was Kev on his motorcycle. Waving him down, the musclebound jock pulled to the side of the road and waved hello. “How was your last exam?” Kelly wondered, as Kev shrugged in response. “We’ll see, I feel like I either aced it or bombed it.” He admitted it in his typical uninterested tone whenever somebody brought up academics. He appeared to be sweating a ton too. “I hate that feeling.” Kelly replied, trying to show Kev some solidarity. “Yeah. Same.” Kev responded sounding bored. Seeing that Kev had no interest in talking further on the subject, Kelly cut to the chase. “If you’re headed home, do you mind giving me a ride?” Kelly squeaked hoping for any way to avoid walking the rest of the way home. Looking Kelly up and down, Kev seemed to wince before he responded, “I don’t know, it’s only about a block away, don’t you think you could use the exercise?” Ignoring Kev’s loaded question, Kelly pleaded, “Come on, it’s so hot out! And it’s been forever since you’ve let me ride on your motorcycle!” “Kelly. No offense, but…” Kev paused for a second before spitting out his thought, “I’m not sure you’ll fit. My bike’s not that big.” Gazing upon Kev’s bike, and then downward at her expansive gut bulging outward from her center, Kelly registered how small the seat looked compared to her present blubbery state. She hated to admit it, but Kev’s fears were well founded. In truth, she was now doubting she’d be able to squeeze on with him. Trying to save face, Kelly sighed and changed her tone, “Okay, I see your point. I’ll just have to walk. See you at home in a few.” “See you soon!” Kev waved before letting his motorcycle rumble loudly for a moment before speeding away. Taking in a big breath and letting it out, Kelly trudged forward, intent on getting back home as quickly as possible. She didn’t want Kev judging her for being super slow and she was also eager to tell Logan the good news. A single block never seemed like such a far distance, but on this day it did. Exhausted by the time she reached the door of the townhouse; Kelly felt no relief when she finally entered her home. The AC still hadn’t been fixed yet. Waddling over toward the living room, Kelly heard the voices of her friends chatting. “It’s hot as balls! Come on Sabrina! It’s my turn to stand in front of the fan!” Dom complained, as his wider goth girlfriend blocked him. She’d rolled up her sweaty shirt so her doughy stomach could catch some soothing air from the fan. “I gave you two minutes! I’ve still got 30 more seconds at least!” Sabrina shot back, never one to take crap from anyone, even her boyfriend. Trying to justify her resolve, Sabrina added, “I’ve got a lot more insulation than you do.” “Can I get some fan time after you Sabrina?? I’ve got a lot of insulation too. I’m dying over here.” Kelly begged, hurrying into the living room and gripping the sides of her expansive waistline to emphasize her inflated size. “No cutting in line!” Dom protested selfishly only for Sabrina to contradict him a moment later. “Of course you can Kelly! These skinny guys don’t understand what it’s like for us big girls.” Sabrina smiled in a show of solidarity. Kelly was thankful for the support, but it still took her a moment to come to terms with the fact Sabrina had grouped her in with her as a ‘big girl.’ When they’d met, Sabrina had appeared to Kelly’s eyes like some massive blob of a woman, now in terms of fatness, they were more or less the same. Kelly realized her belly might stick outward a little more than Sabrina’s did nowadays, but that was because Sabrina was taller than her. She was sure Sabrina was still heavier than her like she’d always been. “I’m not skinny!” Dom once again voice his opposition. “Yeah, but Kelly and I both have you beat in the weight department darling. Be a man and show us fatties some chivalry!” Sabrina barked in her stern low-pitched voice. Rolling his eyes, without a word, Dom gave in and stepped to Sabrina’s opposite side, providing Kelly a place to wait her turn. “Thanks Dom!” Kelly cheered, as she began waddling her way across the living room. “So, how’d it go?” Logan questioned, while sitting next to Kev on the couch. “It’s official! I’m a single lady again!” Kelly cheered, as she changed course from the fan toward Logan. She was overheating, but she wanted to give her new man the kiss he deserved. The crew fed off of Kelly’s excitement. “Good for you Kelly!” Sabrina clapped, her body jiggling as a result. “Wait, you finally broke up with Michael?” Dom sought to clarify. “Sure did.” Kelly smiled, as she sat her weighty butt upon Logan’s lap, leaned into his chest, and gave him the sweetest sweaty kiss she could muster. Her stomach erupted with butterflies, as she felt Logan frisky squeeze her mushy midsection, while supporting her weight. “So, what does that make you and Logan?” Kev teased, giving Logan a nudge with his elbow. It looked to his eyes like Kelly’s blobby mass was crushing his friend. Kelly wasn’t his type anymore, but she was certainly Logan’s. Even though Kelly’s fall from grace grossed him out, he was still happy that each of them had found some happiness together. “Wanna make it official darling?” Logan asked, ignoring Kev’s attempt to joke around, once Kelly quit kissing him in order to catch her breath. “I’d love to.” Kelly hummed, as she wiggled her big butt on top of his lap, feeling her man beginning to harden up for her. “We should celebrate!” Dom cheered, “Being done the semester, and Kelly dumping Michael!” “It was a mutual dumping.” Kelly clarified, as Logan pinched her thick butt for her to stop wiggling on top of him, but she didn’t listen. She wanted to drive him as crazy horny as she was feeling right now. “Whatever,” Kev sighed, “let’s go somewhere that’s got beer, and air conditioning, it’s like a sauna in here.” “How about we hit up B-Dub’s?” Dom proposed sounding more excited about the restaurant than Kelly’s news about her breakup with Michael only a few seconds ago. “B-Dubs?” Kelly echoed, halting her wiggling and turning her chubby face toward Logan for an explanation. However, that explanation came from Sabrina, “Buffalo Wild Wings. We love our wings here in Ohio.” “Let’s do it. Anything’s better than sitting in this heat.” Kev hummed hopping off the couch. “Buffalo Wild Wings is fine for like a casual night, but this is going to be our last night together for months. We should go somewhere special.” Logan countered, making eye contact with Kelly silently pleading for her support. “Agreed!” Kelly chirped showing solidarity with her man, while resting one of her meaty arms upon her protruding fat belly and the other behind Logan’s broad shoulders. Her tank top felt moist, probably because she was sweating so much. She could feel sweat dripping down her cleavage. If she didn’t change clothes soon, her top might become translucent. “B-dubs is special…” Dom muttered sounding a little deflated. “We go there all the time babe, Logan’s right.” Sabrina gently argued, while soothing her boyfriend by gently rubbing his back. Looking to Logan, Sabrina added, “Do you have anywhere in mind that would be special?” “We could try the heart attack grill. A branch just opened up a few towns over.” Logan suggested unable to contain his optimism and excitement. Kelly looked upon her man curiously in response. He usually didn’t get super hype like this about restaurants. “Interesting name.” Sabrina muttered, “Don’t they have one of them in Las Vegas?” “They do.” Logan nodded absentmindedly running his hand through Kelly’s long blonde hair and resting his palm tenderly against her chubby cheek. “Never heard of it.” Kelly hummed curiously to Logan who silently mouthed in reply, *Trust me* “Umm, it’s a karaoke restaurant where waitresses in nurse uniforms serve giant burgers and spank you if you don’t finish. It’s kinda like Hooters I think, but more hospital themed.” Logan elaborated for the group, as Kelly caught on to why he wanted to go. He wanted to see her make a pig of herself in front of everyone. She was already quite full from overeating today, but knowing he wanted her to eat for him aided her appetite. Before Logan even finished his sentence, her fat belly rumbled in anticipation. Her lover had trained her well. “You had me at nurse uniforms.” Kev chuckled, clearly itching to get out of the sweltering heat of the townhouse. Pulling out his phone, Dom quickly read about the place Logan was describing and added, “I’m in. Says, they serve jello shots and have the Guinness world record for largest burger, the Quadruple Bypass Burger… Also says, if you weigh over 350lbs, you eat for free.” “Shoot. Why couldn’t it be over 250?” Sabrina complained causing Dom to console her the same way she’d just been consoling him. “Don’t fret, they’ve got a special since it’s still the first month after the grand opening. The heaviest person in parties of five or more eat for free.” Dom winked causing Sabrina to smile. “Awesome! So, I get to eat for free?” Sabrina questioned, causing Dom to nod ‘yes’ in response. Cheerful, Sabrina burst, “Finally, a restaurant that rewards you for being fat! I love this place!” “I don’t know Sabrina…” Logan spoke up, as he cradled Kelly’s globular belly in his arms, and proudly countered, “You might not be the heaviest of the group anymore.” Feeling Logan’s pride in her weight gain as praise, Kelly’s unresolved arousal got the better of her, obediently rolling up her sweaty tank top and giving her fat belly a hearty slap, Kelly argued in support, “Yeah, I’m not sure you’re the heaviest anymore Sabrina.” “You’re just shorter.” Sabrina countered firmly believing their height difference created the illusion that Kelly was possibly heavier than her. “And fatter. And heavier.” Kelly loudly protested to her pink-haired friend. “Not true.” Sabrina’s deep voice countered, sending Kelly a cease-and-desist glare. Dom was quiet, knowing Sabrina would object if he offered his opinion on the situation. Kev couldn’t believe the fatties were arguing about this, as if being the fattest was some source or point of pride or something. Logan was enthralled by what he was seeing. “I know how we can settle this…” Logan piped up. “How’s that?” Kelly wondered, as she studied her new boyfriend’s thrilled face with a slight sense of worry. “I’ve got a scale in the bathroom.” Logan explained with excitement, “It would only take a minute to weigh each of you.” “Great idea!” Sabrina hummed confident she was still the biggest girl on the block. Embarrassed by the prospect of weighing herself in front of everybody, but knowing such a scenario would surely appeal to her boyfriend’s fetish, Kelly went against her better judgment and went along with Logan’s plan, “Yeahhh, great idea.” “You don’t sound so sure of yourself now.” Sabrina teased, as she walked over to Kelly and held out a hand to help her off of Logan’s lap. Accepting Sabrina’s hand, Kelly then let the rest of her fat body go limp. Sabrina tugged, but Kelly’s weight was enough to anchor herself firmly on her boyfriend’s lap. Sounding competitive for the sake of turning Logan on, Kelly teased back to Sabrina, “Guess I’m heavier than I look, huh?” “Still not heavier than me.” Sabrina argued, turning around and resting her own ** backside upon Kelly’s wide lap. Leaning her full weight onto the couch, Kelly’s mushy body was forced even more into Logan’s. For a moment Kelly felt immobilized by Sabrina’s weight bearing down on top of her. She’d boasted quite a bit a moment ago, but there was no way she was as heavy as Sabrina weighing down upon her, not in her mind. Logan would be disappointed, but maybe as a consolation outweighing Sabrina could be a new weight goal… “Sabrina! Get off!” Logan gasped almost getting buried in Kelly’s girth. “Fine, I think I’ve already proved my point.” Sabrina smiled, rolling off the happy couple and getting back onto her feet. Logan helped push Kelly to her feet shortly after. Feeling like she had nothing to lose, Kelly argued, “You’ve proven nothing until we each step on the scale.” “You still wanna do this? Fine by me.” Sabrina chuckled with a little poke to Kelly’s chunky midsection. “C’mon Logan. Grab that scale.” Kelly enthused, seeing that her engagement in this odd fatty pissing contest was producing the desired arousing effect in her feeder lover. “Alright!” Logan replied without wasting any time. He hurried to grab the scale and set it between the two large ladies. Sabrina was the first to make a move toward the scale. As she did so, she began removing her shirt, then her pants, claiming, “I want an accurate reading.” “Ewww! Sure you do!” Kev gagged, as he stormed out of the room followed closely by Dom who appeared ready to chastise him. With only an audience of Logan and Kelly, Sabrina slowly stood upon the scale in nothing but a bra and panties. Making intimidating eye-contact with Kelly, Sabrina let out a confident sigh, as the scale preformed its calculation. Looking down, Sabrina peered over her belly and boasted, “255lbs. Beat that, Kelly.” Kelly was confident she wouldn’t weigh more than that, but she still wanted to make a show of it for Logan’s sake. Following in Sabrina’s footsteps since Dom and Kev were out of the room, Kelly took a moment to strip down to her bra and panties, before stepping upon the scale herself. Showing a little spunk, Kelly made eye-contact with Sabrina, squeezed her mushy love handles and bluffed, “Watch me.” Looking down a moment or so later, her large protruding belly blocked her view of the electronic scale’s readout. Like Sabrina, she tried to lean over and peer across her belly, but it was still no use, her fleshy globular gut obscured her view of the scale completely. “Well? How much is it?” Sabrina impatiently wanted to know. “I don’t know! I can’t see! I’m too fat!” Kelly replied embarrassed. “Let me see!” Sabrina ordered, as she waddled closer to Kelly and gasped at the number she saw, “No way!” “What?” Kelly blushed unable to decipher if Sabrina’s gasp had been out of surprise or frustration, “How much do I weigh??” “How much have you been eating this semester girl?? You chonked up!” Sabrina teased with a playful smack to Kelly’s oversized buttocks. Looking to Logan, who was speechless watching this interaction, Kelly replied a little insecurely, “E-everything…” “I believe it. You’re heavier than I am.” Sabrina revealed, bowing her head in a show of respect. “I… I am? Really?” Kelly mused, figuring she must have nabbed the win by a pound or two. Meaning she must have gained like 50 pounds since she started seeing Logan. “By a lot. It wasn’t even close. I can’t believe it. You’re heavier than you look.” Sabrina prattled, as Kelly’s eyes widened. “Not even close?? H-how much do I weight?? Logan??” Kelly wanted to know, as her boyfriend crawled forward and looked upon the number for himself. “272lbs…” Logan revealed, looking and sounding amazed, “We’ve got a winner.” “No way, you’re kidding!” Kelly squeaked, blushing fiercely. She couldn’t believe that she’d eclipsed Sabrina in weight by so much. There was no way she’d put on just over 70 pounds in one semester! “Looks like the fat throne belongs to you now Kelly. Something tells me, your reign is going to be a long one.” Sabrina giggled, giving one of Kelly’s love handles a little loving pinch. “Why’s that?” Kelly wondered trying to contain her embarrassment. “It took me three years to get this fat.” Sabrina motioned, grabbing at her big belly roll, “It only took you one. At the rate you’re gaining, imagine how big you’ll be in two years.” Frozen in thought for a moment, Kelly knew Sabrina was right on the money. Just then, Logan rose to his feet and welcomed Kelly into his arms. He could still reach all the way around her, but Kelly wondered with growing arousal how long it would be until she’d be too fat for him to do that. Unable to hold in the horny thought she was thinking, Kelly sighed, “Oh boy, you’re right… Imagine how big I’ll be by the time I graduate! Someone’s gonna have to roll me across the podium!” “Rolling you across the podium would be my honor.” Logan teased, letting go of Kelly and giving Kelly’s exposed belly a loving pat across its apex of girth. “Hmhm! You better!” Kelly giggled, leaning into Logan and smothering him in a fat and sweaty hug. “Gosh you’re drenched.” Logan couldn’t help remarking. “Fat girl problems. I’m drenched too.” Sabrina admitted, as she bent down and collected her clothes. “Is it okay if I take a shower before we go? I feel gross.” Kelly asked, as Logan firmly nodded. “Yeah, take a shower, and get dressed in something comfy.” He nodded. Collecting her things, Kelly didn’t bother getting dressed, she could hear that Dom and Kev had taken their argument outside, which meant the coast was clear to sneak her way up to her room. Waddling as quickly as she could, Kelly made her way to the stairs and then began the laborious effort of climbing them. Out of breath by the halfway point, Kelly could feel herself sweating profusely. Summoning what strength, she had left, Kelly hurried up the steps, into her room, stripped naked, and then squeezed into her shower as quickly as she could. She felt sweaty, gross, hot and bothered. It was a familiar combination nowadays. As the cool water hit her warm skin, Kelly closed her eyes beginning to feel refreshed. That’s when she heard a knock on her shower door. She opened her eyes just in time to see her naked boyfriend joining her. “This is a pleasant surprise.” Kelly admitted, leaning her rounded belly into her boyfriend and letting him fondle it. Logan couldn’t help smiling. “It’s so damn hot, I didn’t have any other option.” Logan joked, as his hands made their way up to her heavily inflated breasts. “That’s niceee. I’ve been wanting you all day.” Kelly admitted, as Logan leaned forward and kissed her. “Me too… My fat princess.” Logan lavishly praised Kelly, sending her over the edge. Her lips were back on his in an instant, quickly letting her tongue dance inside Logan’s lustful mouth. As they made out passionately, Logan squeezed her swollen breasts with one hand and cradled her globular gut with the other. Irreversibly turned on, Kelly felt herself getting goosebumps on the back of her neck, as Logan gently sat her down on the shower bench, spread her legs and began to pleasure her orally as the cool water energized each of them. Growing closer to a climax with each pass of his tongue, Logan paused when she was on the verge to edge her and praise her verbally. The first time he paused he cooed, “You are so beautiful. I love your fat belly.” “Ahh…” Kelly moaned trying to keep herself quiet. Her belly felt pained to the touch, swollen in size and heavy. She was still insecure about it, but Logan’s praise made those insecurities subside. He brought her close yet again, and once again backed off, murmuring sweetly, “I want to hear you moan — you know I love the way you moan, my good greedy girl.” “Ooohh…” Kelly writhed with satisfaction, as her Logan continued to pleasure her. A sense of déjà vu came to her awareness for a brief second, but she couldn’t place this scenario ever happening before. As her breathing grew faster and faster, Logan’s nurturing mouth paused, echoing, “I love how you’ve gotten so f*cking fat. You’re such a sexy fatty.” “Ughh!” Kelly moaned unable to keep her elevating arousal under control. With Logan sending her over the edge, Kelly moaned, “Ohh-MYY-GAWD!!!” The pent-up orgasmic release was intense. She couldn’t bring herself to stand up off the shower bench if she wanted to. She’d grown too fat and weak. A realization that only fed into Kelly’s craving for Logan to take more control over her. Slowly coming to after her orgasm, Kelly locked eyes with Logan, and shared a horny thought that just popped into her head, “Dom said people who weigh 350lbs and above eat for free at that restaurant. Do you think you could help me get there this summer?” Seeing the lust in Logan’s eyes, she already knew the answer before he even had to speak. It was like Logan had said earlier. She’d turned into a fat girlfriend, but it was he who’d fallen into the trap. By surrendering to their primal desires, they’d formed an unbreakable bond. Feeling her stomach growling, yearning to please her man, Kelly released a frisky smile, rubbed her hands across her stomach and hummed to Logan, “Your fat girlfriend could use a snack. May I take a turn pleasuring you now?” Logan’s reply was one that sent euphoric tingles all across Kelly’s fattened body… It was a calm and confident, “Good girl…”

Chapter 4: Dream Come True Savoring the last few drops of her latest vodka-cranberry, Amber’s eyes lingered on the way Kelly’s overfed figure filled out her little waitressing outfit as the irresistibly chunky blonde bent over to wipe down and clean up the fifth table she’d served tonight. Since the semester didn’t start until the end of the weekend, the college town was still pretty empty, but Amber could care less about that, not when Kelly’s plump backside jiggled back and forth as she cleaned. Its girth appeared to stretch the seams of her tight black skirt. Kelly had definitely gotten bigger over the past month. As she finished wiping, and forced herself upright, Kelly placed her hands on her hips for a moment and let out a sigh of relief. That’s when she spotted a lone French fry had fallen onto one of the table’s seats. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Kelly was lucky she didn’t turn her eyes toward the bar, otherwise she would have seen Amber’s eyes zeroed in on her as her greedy stomach overrode her brain for the fifth time tonight and she picked the French fry off the seat and quickly tossed it into her mouth without a second thought. Something about the way Kelly had developed a habit of snacking on her table’s leftover food just turned Amber on to no end. Then again, so did the fact that she was currently wearing one of Kelly’s sexy party dresses that the overweight former cheerleader had outgrown months ago. It had been almost a month since Kelly’s New Year’s Eve blow-up with Michael. That night Amber had been kind enough to let her sleep over so she wouldn’t have to stomach the indignity of sleeping on the couch outside his bedroom door. The next day, Michael was quick to take responsibility for his behavior at the party and was very apologetic about everything he’d said, but Kelly wasn’t in the mood to hear it. Too hurt to forgive him right away, Kelly took the advice Amber had given her the night before and suggested they put their relationship on a break until the summer. Her logic seemed persuasive at the time, long distance wasn’t working, and her weight had become an issue… Perhaps the best thing was for each of them to spend some time apart, for her to start taking her weight more seriously, and for them to experience dating other people before deciding if continuing things was really what each of them truly wanted. Michael had been devastated by Kelly’s decision, but reluctantly accepted Kelly’s terms rather than face the prospect of getting flat out dumped. He even offered to give her a lift back to campus, but Kelly explained Amber had already offered to drive her. In tears, Kelly returned to her off-campus apartment later that day. Since she wasn’t dealing with the fallout of New Year’s Eve very well, Amber offered to stay for a week or two to keep her company and cheer her up. Although since she didn’t pack for it, she’d have to borrow Kelly’s old clothes. Four weeks later, Amber hadn’t left yet, and had taken up temporary residence in Dom and Sabrina’s room since Kev’s room seemed to have a permanent scent of axe deodorant that Amber couldn’t stand or get rid of with scented candles, Febreze, or air fresheners. Every time she planned on returning home, to prepare for her own return to college, Kelly begged her not to go, and Amber couldn’t say no to her. She’d had a crush on Kelly since they’d started cheerleading together, and even though the big, beautiful blonde had relegated her to the ‘friend zone’ all January, she couldn’t leave Kelly in her time of need. Without Michael in her life, and despite claiming to be taking her weight more seriously, Kelly had turned to food for comfort and to Amber for companionship. Since Logan was around all break, the old friends had access to a delicious unlimited supply of literally anything they wanted. The southern gentleman was all too happy to cook up a storm for Kelly and Amber anytime Kelly asked. This arrangement only exacerbated Kelly’s weight problem, which was made worse by two facts. One, tonight would be Amber’s last night staying with Kelly since Kev, Dom, and Sabrina returned tomorrow, and since Amber really needed to pack her things in preparation for her own return to college, and two, she’d heard from friends back home that Michael had been spotted hanging out with Molly Patterson at the local pizza place. It was the same place they’d shared their first date, and now he was eating pizza with somebody else… Putting her empty vodka-cranberry glass by the corner of the bar she was sitting at, Amber picked up a fry from her plate and bit into it, as she watched Kelly swallow the chair-fry she’d just shamelessly consumed. While such gross behavior might disgust others, it did nothing, but drive Amber crazy. Tonight, was her last night with Kelly, and although she wanted to be a good friend, she’d never be able to live with herself if she didn’t at least communicate to Kelly how she was feeling about her, especially now that she’d gone and chubbed up so severely. “Kelly!” Amber chirped, as she motioned for her friend to come join her at the bar. Kelly lumbered over, and sighed once she reached her, “Amber, I’m working. I can’t keep coming over here to talk to you right now.” “You’ve served like what? Five tables all night. This place is dead. Face it. Pop a squat next to me. Give those feet a rest.” Amber countered before patting the empty stool next to her in an attempt to encourage Kelly to sit her big booty down. Seeming to see some sense in her friend’s words, or succumbing to her newfound laziness, Kelly heaved herself up onto the stool with a grunt and let out a sigh once she was done. Moving her heavier body around took a lot more effort than it used to. Leaning forward to scoot her butt into a more comfortable position, Kelly’s big breasts knocked Amber’s empty glass over. Blushing with embarrassment, Kelly squeaked, “Oh sorry! The girls have a mind of their own these days.” “It’s okay, nothing but ice in there.” Amber smiled, as she gazed at Kelly’s breasts. Even hidden under a button-down shirt and tie, they still looked huge. Gazing lower, Amber took a gander at her friend’s big doughy gut and then finally feasted her eyes on Kelly’s plump butt. It was interesting to Amber that Kelly’s hindquarters had grown too wide for the stool, its fatty excess hung off each side. Then there was the fact that Kelly’s big soft butt offered her a few inches of extra height when she sat down that she didn’t possess when she stood up. It was weird having Kelly tower over her a little bit when she was actually the taller one of the two. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Kelly wondered with some insecurity, as she noticed Amber’s long gaze lingering a little too long. “What? I think you’re beautiful.” Amber giggled in her defense, as she shy’d away from fully voicing her interest in Kelly. That last time she’d been completely forthcoming with Kelly about her attraction was when each of them had been ** off their asses on New Year’s. Amber didn’t quite have the same courage when she was sober, that’s why she was drinking tonight. Trying to push the boundaries just a bit, Amber added sweetly, “I love looking at your body Kelly.” Although such complements felt odd coming from a female friend from her old cheer squad that she now knew had a lesbian crush on her, Kelly still deeply enjoyed the praise. It was the main reason she continued begging for Amber to stay with her all break. Amber was never shy about soothing her fractured self-esteem. “I wish men felt the same way you do…” Kelly murmured, resting her hands upon her belly, and feeling a little insecure with herself. Even though she’d been the one to suggest she and Michael see other people, she hadn’t so much as attempted to talk to a guy since they went on their break. In all honesty, Kelly didn’t know how to approach men, and she frankly didn’t want to. She was convinced in her plump overfed state that any guy she expressed interest in would surely reject her. Such an eventuality was too much for her fragile ego to take right now. “Not all guys are like Michael.” Amber reminded her, sounding a little annoyed by just how badly her no-good boyfriend had wounded her confidence. However, mentioning his name seemed to produce the opposite effect that Amber had intended. “Oh Michael… I wonder what he’s doing with Molly? Like, why go out with her? He doesn’t even like red heads.” Kelly almost sobbed, as she teared up. Molly was a year younger than her and had also been on their cheer squad. After Kelly had graduated it was Molly who had claimed her coveted cheer captain position. And to make matters worse, the girl was pretty. Maybe not as much as a knockout as Kelly had been, but not too far off. “Maybe they were just hungry, but even if they were on a date, who cares? You’re on a break. If he’s putting himself out there again, he’s doing what he’s supposed to be doing. You should be putting yourself out there too. Anything’s gotta be better than just sitting here torturing yourself.” Amber reminded her, as she put a hand on one of Kelly’s plump thighs to comfort her. The thrill of touching some of Kelly’s thick fat was enough to cause an excited shock to raise the hairs on the back of her neck. “I don’t know… Men won’t like me now that I’ve gained weight.” Kelly sighed, deciding to put herself down rather than take Amber’s advice. Her eyes were starting to look a little glossy. Waterworks were probably on the way. Amber couldn’t stand it when Kelly did this. It rubbed her the wrong way for someone she admired so much to be so down in the dumps, “Not true. If anything, you’re more approachable now then you were before.” “How do you figure?” Kelly sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve and reaching for a handful of Amber’s fries without asking. As Kelly soothed what she was feeling with some of Amber’s appetizer, Amber watched her friend pig out and explained, “Men don’t necessarily approach the conventionally hottest girl in the room. IF you’re TOO hot a lot of men might think you’re out of their league and not even waste their time trying to talk to you.” “So now that I’m fat…” Kelly paused to swallow the food she was chewing, “less guys will think I’m out of their league? Interesting theory...” “Now that you’re heavier, more guys will probably think you’re within their ability to attract. Trust me.” Amber assured her friend, trying to cheer her up. It seemed like her efforts were working a little bit, but it was clear she needed to continue to try cheer her up. So, like a good friend, and a wannabe lover, Amber continued, “Besides, there are also guys who are just into thicker women…” Dropping her volume down so far Kelly couldn’t hear her, Amber blushed slightly and squeaked, “and girls…” “What are the odds I ever find a guy like that?” Kelly sighed not having heard the last two words of Amber’s sentence. She was too busy thinking that the prospect of finding a guy who liked her as she currently was to be a lofty fantasy. “Well, there’s always Logan.” Amber joked halfheartedly. She was too nervous and excited to repeat the last hint she’d dropped. Besides, after spending a month sharing a townhouse with the southern gentleman, it was impossible not to know about the man’s preference for thicker women, or that they each had a crush on Kelly. “Logan?? Well, yeah I guess,” Kelly hummed nervously, she recalled Logan saying he thought college women looked better after they gained the freshman 15 on more than one occasion, but she’d gained a lot more than fifteen pounds. She wasn’t thick or chubby anymore, at her height and weight, she was officially fat. Not feeling too confident in herself, Kelly added, “but what are the odds I find a guy like that who’s actually into me.” “Are you kidding me? He’s totally got the hots for you.” Amber laughed, amazed at how oblivious Kelly was about this. “He does not.” Kelly shook her head, as she carefully got down from the stool and muttered to Amber, “I’ve gotta get back to work.” As Amber watched Kelly slowly waddle away, admiring the way her thick butt jiggled side to side with every step, she added in an attempt to make her feel better, “If you made a move, he wouldn’t say no.” “I wouldn’t say no…” Amber once again squeaked at the end of her sentence so quiet Kelly couldn’t have heard her. Turning around, once again not hearing the last little hint Amber tried to drop, Kelly questioned, “How do you know that? Did he say something to you?” “No, I just know.” Amber explained confidently despite how tongue-tied she was feeling about her own interest in her friend. “How do you know? You don’t even like guys.” Kelly scoffed, not sounding convinced. “He loves watching you eat. I can see it written on his face every time we share a meal. Plus, I’ve caught him checking you out. Multiple times.” Amber swore on her honor. “He can’t be checking me out as often as you do. I would have noticed.” Kelly doubted causing Amber to blush in response. It was nice to know Kelly was clearly somewhat aware of her attraction even if she didn’t exactly seem to reciprocate it in any more meaningful way than polite friendship. With that said, Amber ordered another vodka-cranberry, and a shot of tequila, thanks to her trusty fake ID and Kelly continued with her shift even though the restaurant was rather dead. As time flew by, Kelly eventually finished her shift and escorted a very tipsy Amber back home where the two friends subsequently partook in a lovely late-night lasagna dinner prepared by Logan. This was the norm for the month of January for both girls, although tonight Kelly unexpectedly asked Logan if he’d grab her a bottle of wine. After pouring Kelly a glass, Amber asked for some wine as well, but Kelly butted in, telling Logan, “Don’t do it. She needs to sober up. Leave the bottle with me.” Doing as Kelly requested, Logan headed up to his room after cleaning a few dishes. Once he was out of their hair, Amber complained, “Why’d youuu do that? I’m not that **.” “Because.” Kelly hummed, taking a large sip and gulping it all down before continuing, “You had a head start, and I need to catch up.” “You’re gonna get ** with me??” Amber squeaked with excitement. “It’s your last night here. What kind of a host would I be if I didn’t?” Kelly giggled, as she once again raised the glass to her lips and took a big gulp. The dinner was one to remember. After spending hours snacking on the job, Kelly stuffed herself with three helpings of lasagna, four glasses of red wine, and two slices of chocolate cake for dessert. Amber only managed two helpings of lasagna and half a slice of cake. As such, it was a tipsy Amber who had to help a newly drunken and swollen Kelly up to her room. The journey down the kitchen hallway was simple enough, but the trek up the stairs was more interesting. Kelly was wobbly as she waddled up each step. In order to help her remain balanced, Amber’s hands had to push against her juicy booty rather firmly. Once she’d helped her stuffed friend up the stairs, getting her into her bedroom was simple. However, after closing the door, Amber’s overjoyed eyes were treated to an impromptu drunken striptease, as the stuffed blonde suddenly started unbuttoning her skirt and shirt. Before Amber knew it, she was face to face with the gorgeously plumped up body of fat Kelly in nothing but her underwear. Too stunned to speak, Amber just stared with her jaw dropped. “Muchhh betterrrr…” Kelly cheerfully sighed, as she slowly fell backward onto her bed with a big thump once she landed. Laying on her back, her hands moved to cradle her swollen girthy gut. Pinching and inch of her fattened midsection, Kelly grunted, “Ugh… I’ve probably gained 10 pounds tonight… I’m supposed to be taking my weight problem more seriously… What’s wrong with me??” Not sure how to answer, Amber didn’t know whether Kelly was actually talking to herself, or her. Trying to change the subject, Amber instead gently lay down next to her friend and asked, “Kelly, remember when we used to have to wake up at 5:30 every Tuesday and Thursday for cheer practice?” “Cheer practice?? That was probably like 60 or 70 pounds ago for me…” Kelly ** realized with a pouting expression on her face, “Thanks for making me feel worse about what I look like than I already do…” “I didn’t mean it like that!” Amber gushed, alarmed, Kelly hard responded to her inquiry in such an unexpected fashion. It was then Amber realized Kelly was just super fixated on her weight right now, there was no changing this subject or dancing around it. Trying to save the moment Amber gushed, “I love the way you look now! I think you look even better than you did in high school!” “How can you think that? I’m sooo fat!” Kelly pouted, turning her head away from Amber’s lustful gaze and trying to keep her gut from giggling with her mushy arms. “You’ve said yourself you don’t hate everything about how your body’s changed. What’s not to love?” Amber countered, as she leaned upward and gently put a hand on Kelly’s belly. At first Kelly recoiled from Amber’s touch, but once Amber started to gently rub Kelly’s belly, the overstuffed blonde seemed to relax slightly and resume her eye-contact with her friend. Trying to reassure Kelly’s insecurity, Amber softly hummed, “It’s just a belly. A beautiful belly.” “A big belly...” Kelly blushed, as she started having a full-on pouty meltdown, “I’ve ballooned up to almost 200lbs… I hate stepping on the scale Michael bought me and seeing that I’m heavier than the last time I stepped on… I hate that I’ve outgrown all the clothes I got for Christmas… I can’t wear tight dresses anymore unless I wanna look like a hippo… I can never wear a sleeveless shirt again, ever. This is the end of sleeveless shirts for me… I can never cut my hair short again because only skinny people look good with short hair, it’s some kind of law… Every single one of our friends from cheer is ten times hotter than me now… If I am ever very famous and on the cover of a magazine just because they have to put me there, they will go crazy with the photoshop, in an effort to make me look the way beautiful women are supposed to look and less like the way I actually look… I've been eating like crazy this year… The pounds keep piling on… I thought I’d slip back to normal… back to y’know… my real body… but I don’t think I’m going to get control of my weight anytime soon… Michael’s gonna dump me once summer comes for sure.” “Forget about Michael for a minute. The world doesn’t revolve around Michael!” Amber grunted trying to make sure Kelly heard her, “I think fat might be your new normal for a while, but that’s nothing to be sad about! You’re curvy now! You’re a bombshell! You know what I see when I look at your body, BAM-BAM-BAM! Boobs! Belly! Butt! You’ve got it all! You’re stacked!” Kelly’s reaction came out squeaky, “R-really?” “Really-really! Would I lie to you?” Amber gushed, as she got on her knees and began worshiping Kelly’s belly with a two-handed massage. “Mhh… That feels good… I like the way you think…” Kelly hummed before her conventional sensibilities reminded her, “But this is all wrong. I’m not supposed to like being at my heaviest weight ever. I’m supposed to want to shed these pounds ASAP! I’m supposed to be panicking! I’m supposed to be dreading summer and calculating how many hours per day I should spend on the treadmill! I’m supposed to feel disappointed in myself!” “Kelly, this body…” Amber countered, as she grasped a hold of a large chunk of Kelly’s plentiful belly with both hands, “feels like a friggin’ celebration. Your body is amazing, like, wow! I’m ** on it! Thank you lasagna! Thank you, wine! Thank you cake! Thank you poor willpower! Gosh you are so sexy… I just wanna…” “Wanna what?” Kelly muttered completely flustered but wanting Amber to continue. “Kiss it…” Amber admitted blushing fiercely. “But Amber… I’m so gross…” Kelly whined in a slurred drunken tone. “I think you mean gorgeous! Those silly G words that end in S are easy to confuse.” Amber giggled before getting more serious, “F*ck diet culture, f*ck social constructs of conventional beauty. I wish you could love your body as much as I do. You are so beautiful.” “I…” Kelly stammered feeling confused. Her body was torn between contradictory impulses on one hand she wanted to be ashamed of how much she’d let herself go, on the other, the praise Amber kept lavishing her with felt amazing. She was actually quite curious how Amber kissing her belly would feel… Leaning into her big, bellied friend, Amber gently fell atop Kelly and snuggled in for a hug she felt the girl needed. Almost out of breath from the weight of Amber’s body resting upon her overly full stomach, Kelly managed to wheeze vulnerably, “You can… kiss my belly if you want. I’m sorry I’m so…” “Don’t be sorry.” Amber sighed, as she enjoyed feeling so close to her mushy friend, “And I shouldn’t. I’m not going to want to stop with your belly.” “Maybe… I don’t want you to stop with my belly…” A submissive voice spoke out of Kelly’s mouth. She didn’t even realize what she’d said until she’d said it. Shocked and blushing, Kelly’s eyes lingered on Amber’s waiting for a response. Her blue-haired friend’s eyes locked with her’s for what felt like an eternity. Yet, at the end of this eternity, Amber sighed, “We should just go to bed. We’re **.” And just like that, the conversation came to a close, Kelly got under the covers and Amber joined her. Exhausted in more ways than one, both girls found sleep in each other’s arms. … The next morning, not much was said regarding their conversation the previous night. The girls had sobered up, and both were feeling a little shy about expressing themselves. So, instead of communicating, the girls headed downstairs to enjoy the lavish breakfast Logan had prepared for them. Eggs, bacon, sausage, chocolate chip pancakes, biscuits, gravy, chicken and waffles… There was so much food the meal hardly fit on the kitchen table. After eating her fill, Amber excused herself from the table to start packing her things to leave. Kelly wanted to say something to stop her from walking away, but her mouth was so stuffed full of biscuits and gravy, she missed her chance. Gobbling her food down quickly for the next few minutes, once Kelly was finished, she thanked Logan and waddled upstairs to check on Amber. Peering her head into Dom’s room, Kelly noticed at a glance that Amber had changed out of her pajamas and into a bra and panties. Her cheer friend was currently squeezing herself into the pair of jeans she’d worn when she’d driven Kelly back to school over a month ago, although it looked like she was having some trouble getting them buttoned. Looking upon her friend from the side, it looked like her tummy was pretty bloated from the morning feast Logan had prepared. Gazing closer, it almost looked like Amber’s tummy looked a little fleshier than usual too. Not wanting to spy on Amber anymore without her knowledge, Kelly revealed herself by squeaking, “How was breakfast?” “Ugh… Filling…” Amber grunted, while she gave up on her efforts to button her jeans and turned to face Kelly. The blonde’s eyes resisted inspecting Amber’s food-baby, but she could tell in her peripheral vision that her friend was clearly filled to capacity. Seeing that Kelly had frozen in place, Amber sighed, “Come in, I’m just getting ready. Nothing you haven’t seen before in the locker room.” With an awkward smile, Kelly entered the room and looked down upon the bag Amber had packed up with worry, “You’re really leaving, huh?” “I have to. Your friends are coming back today. I’m not going to have a place to stay.” Amber shrugged sounding displeased as well. Not wanting to be left alone, Kelly bartered, “You could stay in my room, like last night.” “I’d love that, really I would.” Amber sighed reluctantly, as she grabbed her shirt and threw it on over her head, “but I’ve gotta go home and pack up. College starts for me on Monday too.” “Ugh…” Kelly loudly groaned clearly unhappy she wasn’t convincing her friend to stay. “Don’t do that.” Amber replied trying to nip this in the butt before Kelly threw one of her fits, as she pulled her shirt down and attempted to tug the hem low enough to cover her bloated stomach. However, it seemed that there wasn’t quite enough fabric to do the job, prompting Amber to wonder, “Did my clothes shrink in the wash? They’re not fitting right.” Ignoring what Amber had just said, Kelly whined sounding equal parts entitled and desperate, “I don’t want you to leave.” “I know, but I have to.” Amber conveyed yet again. She could tell from Kelly’s frown that her overweight friend wasn’t ready to accept her answer. Wrangling herself out of her shirt, with a little frustration Amber emphasized, “I don’t want to, but I have to.” “Just stay a little longer. Stay for lunch.” Kelly continued trying to bargain. She was seeing Amber struggling with her clothes, but her brain couldn’t process anything else right now other than to try and keep her friend from leaving her. “No way, I’m not eating anymore of Logan’s food. My jeans can’t afford it. Look at this.” Amber grunted pointing her finger right into her exposed tummy, it actually sank a little bit into her skin. Focusing on Amber’s softened midsection, Kelly watched, as Amber started jiggling her slight pudge, while she complained, “Mush. Mushy. Mush-mush. Your bad habits are rubbing off on me.” “I’m sorry!” Kelly muttered a little embarrassed that Amber had clearly gained a little bit of weight apparently from just hanging out with her so much. “Don’t be. It was vacation.” Amber reasoned, as she looked down at her full tummy and sighed, “I just need to start jogging again.” “Go for a jog with me.” Kelly demanded seeing an opportunity to create a positive new habit and to keep Amber around for at least another hour or so. “You wanna go for a jog? Right now? After all that breakfast?” Amber placed her hands on her hips and questioned skeptically. “It doesn’t have to be fast.” Kelly muttered a bit quieter than she had spoken before. Seeing the desperation in her friend’s eyes, Amber let out a sigh and gave in yet again to her crush’s demands, “Alright, I could use the exercise anyway before sitting in a car for a few hours.” “Yay!” Kelly squeaked gleefully having finally gotten her way. “Can I borrow a sports bra? And some gym shorts?” Amber inquired more as a formality than anything else. Amber knew full well that her fattened up friend had plenty of clothes in her size that couldn’t fit Kelly now at all. “Of course.” Kelly nodded graciously, as Kelly waved Amber to follow her into her room. Once they were inside, Kelly approached her closet and began pealing herself out of her pajamas. Amber’s eyes were on Kelly’s naked backside, when she abruptly turned around completely unclothed and offered Amber the clothes she’d requested. Blushing fiercely in the face of Kelly’s exposed swollen breasts, Kelly seemed to enjoy Amber’s flustered reaction, giggling, “What? Nothing you haven’t seen before in the locker room.” Amber begged to differ, Kelly was nowhere near this fat and gorgeous in high school, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Accepting the clothes with a satisfied grin on her face, the girls got ready together before heading out of the house and over to the school’s empty track. To Amber’s surprise and enjoyment, Kelly had opted to wear nothing but a sports bra and gym shorts too. Quite the bold choice of workout attire for someone so round and squishy. Amber couldn’t take her eyes off her, especially when Kelly threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun and she could see more of Kelly’s beautifully softened face. Once they arrived, Kelly stretched for a bit in an attempt to limber up before her jog, although the swollen size of her belly made it much more difficult for her to touch her toes compared to her days as a cheerleader. Seeing Kelly struggle, Amber offered to help her stretch, though in truth, she just wanted an excuse to put her hands on Kelly’s luscious curves. Her whole body felt deliciously soft, warm and inviting. It could have been Amber’s imagination, but it almost seemed like Kelly enjoyed being touched by her. After stretching, the girls began a slow warm-up jog around the university’s track. The coolness of the morning air was eased by the warmth the sun provided against Kelly’s jiggling body. Running used to be effortless, but now it took a lot of effort to heave her thighs upward with every step. Amber fared much better, but didn’t push the pace, after all she was still full from breakfast and she quite enjoyed watching Kelly’s weight bounce around on her frame. After a few hundred meters, Kelly strained to keep moving her body. She was overheating quickly, and her breath was growing labored. She started to perspire. One flimsy sports bra wasn’t enough to support the swollen sweater puppies she’d grown over the past few months. Groaning as she felt a small cramp in her side, Kelly’s forward momentum slowed shortly after she’d made it a full lap. Her thick thighs felt sweaty and were rubbing together uncomfortably with every step. The girth of her stomach made it hard not to hunch forward, as she continued trying to suck in enough air to keep going. Recognizing Kelly’s struggles, Amber slowed down with her and eventually stopped when Kelly did. Rolling onto her back on the inside of the track, Kelly’s plump arms and legs spread out in an ‘x’ shape as she felt consumed by the weight of her doughy body. Amber watched as Kelly’s round stomach inflated and deflated with every large breath she took. “You okay Kelly?” Amber wondered a bit concerned by her friend’s sudden exhaustion. “No… *Huff* I can’t believe I’m out of breath from jogging two warm-up laps around the track…” Kelly gasped, as she slowly used her arms to help heave herself into a seated position on the ground. Amber didn’t have the heart to point out that Kelly hadn’t made it two full laps. Not even close. “Two laps are half a mile. You did great.” Amber cheered trying to make her fat friend feel better. Although, she couldn’t help, but feel increasingly excited by how plump and out of shape Kelly had gotten. In the back of her mind, she was wondering what Kelly might look like a year from now. It was a glorious picture in her imagination. “*Pant* Two laps used to be nothing… *Huff* I’m sooo out of shape...” Kelly groaned, as she gazed passed her swollen breasts at her doughy rounded belly and frowned, “Lugging around this gut is exhausting… I must look so sweaty and disgusting.” “You can have a tummy and still look yummy.” Amber countered blushing slightly, as she marveled at how luscious and sexy Kelly looked all sweaty, fat, and exhausted. “How can you think that?” Kelly echoed a sentiment she’d been grappling with for the better part of a month. Seeing the pain and confusion on her crush’s face, Amber’s heart melted for the girl. After a deep breath, Amber swallowed her nerves and shared her unfiltered truth, “Skinny doesn’t equal beautiful. Society’s standards of female beauty change with each generation. What doesn’t change, though, is the fact that your body is not a trend. It’s an incredible work of art that keeps you alive every single day. If you let society dictate how you feel about your body, you’ll never be happy with yourself. It’s our society that’s wrong. Not your body. Being skinny doesn’t make anyone morally superior and weighing more than other people doesn’t make you less worthy. No matter what size you are, you are beautiful. Don’t let anybody bring you down. Life is too short to waste it on hating your stretch marks when you can just as well love them. Your tummy loves you. So do yourself a favor and try loving it… as much as I do.” Kelly’s sour expression seemed to soften, as she processed everything Amber just shared with her. “You really… Love my tummy??” Kelly wondered with an undertone of lingering insecurity. “Oh yeah. Your tummy is sooo sexy.” Amber cooed with lust, as she leaned forward, stuck her face on Kelly’s gut and lovingly kissed her soft and sweaty gut repeatedly. Caught off guard by Amber’s sudden affection, Kelly froze in thought. Amber was kissing her belly like she could spend the rest of her life doing just that. Kelly had hardly ever felt someone express such desire and appreciation for her body. It wasn’t verbal praise, but this physical expression of it felt amazing, probably because Amber was so sincere. “Mwwah!!” Amber finished with a big loud show of it. “Mhh!” Kelly giggled nervously, as she began blushing, “Amber…” “Yeah?” Amber echoed leaning in close to Kelly’s face with a lustful look in her eyes. She was waiting for Kelly’s consent to escalate her affection. That much was clear. Kelly had half a mind to give it, but when she spoke, the only thing that came out of her mouth was, “Wanna get lunch?” “Hmm… No can do. I gotta go. I already told you that.” Amber grinned in such a way Kelly could tell the smile was just a mask to hide her disappointment. “I’m… I’m really going to miss you.” Kelly muttered feeling mixed up inside. Equal parts guilty and nervous. She was feeling something for Amber right now, but she was just too mixed up inside to sort out those feelings in a way that made sense to her. “Me too.” Amber sighed, as she leaned in and gave Kelly’s sweaty body a big hug, “I’ll always be one text or one phone call away. I promise.” “Good.” Kelly smiled, while she squeezed Amber tighter. She didn’t want to let go of her beacon of support this past month, but she knew it was time… Heading back to the townhouse, Amber left after she took a shower. Saying goodbye wasn’t easy, but Kelly did it without crying. However, minutes after Amber drove away, Kelly was left feeling rather deflated and depressed. Soon Dom, Sabrina, and Kev would be returning. Her friends would see how much she’d let herself go over break and classes would be starting up soon. It was exhausting to think about. So, exhausting that Kelly had a hard time motivating herself to take a shower, instead she found a spot on the couch, ordered some pizza for lunch, and watched some TV to pass the time. A half hour into her little sullen stupor, Logan noticed the sad look upon her face when he entered the living room from the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kelly? You seemed so happy this morning.” Logan observed with some concern in his voice. “I was happy because I ate.” Kelly admitted sounding pouty, “Now Amber’s gone and I’m hungry again... My pizza is taking forever to get here…” “Well, let’s keep you happy then. I made pasta for lunch, want some to hold you over?” Logan offered trying to cheer the plump blondie up. Before responding, Kelly turned her face to make eye contact with Logan. His eyes seemed friendly and inviting, but was there something else? Was it possible Amber’s hunch about him was correct? Kelly didn’t think so, but what the hell did she know? She was feeling vulnerable at the moment, alone… and pent up. “Okay. Just a small plate though.” Kelly replied giving in and letting her stomach do her thinking for her. “Great.” Logan smiled like the friendly fellow he was, before promptly retrieving a bowl for Kelly and filling it modestly with the pasta he’d prepared. Giving Kelly the food, she didn’t mutter a thank you, she just started eating. Logan intended to head back into the kitchen, but his eyes were mesmerized by the way Kelly was just inhaling everything in front of her. Dressed in nothing, but a damp sports bra and gym shorts, Kelly’s rounded body was on full display in a way that Logan rarely got a chance to see. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Stopping short of licking her plate clean, Kelly seemed dismayed by the fact she didn’t have more pasta to munch on. Curious if she wanted more, Logan wondered, “Are you, all finished?” “Yup.” Kelly sighed sounding depressed again. “How was it?” Logan wanted to know. It sure looked like Kelly enjoyed it, but he wanted to hear it from her mouth. “Really good.” Kelly acknowledged, as her eyes drifted away from the TV, and she took in the look of the man currently waiting on her hand and foot. Logan’s hair was long and dark. He kept fit but wasn’t some meathead. He had attractive broad shoulders and kind eyes. She’d always found him pleasing to the eye, but now that she was on a break with Michael and that Amber was gone, he was looking a lot better than she remembered, even from this morning. “Want some more?” Logan offered a little uncomfortable thanks to the way Kelly was looking at him right now. She almost looked suspicious. Perhaps tempting her with more food was a step too far. That’s when Kelly noticed something in Logan’s eyes she hadn’t seen before. Was it… desire? He was asking if she wanted more food, but did he desire to watch her eat more? “I shouldn’t. I don’t wanna make a pig of myself before my pizza gets here.” Kelly probed to study Logan’s reaction. Disappointment. The reaction on Logan’s face was clear as day. Logan did want her to eat more! This suspicion was confirmed by the next thing that came out of his mouth. “How about something sweet? Dessert Maybe?” Logan proposed, as Kell felt her heart beating faster. Pausing to think how best to respond, Kelly realized she could be mistaking southern kindness for a fascination with her eating. She needed to be sure this interest from Logan was as Amber had described. Deciding to get some more information, Kelly wondered, “What do you have for dessert?” “I was thinking ice cream Sundaes.” Logan replied sounding a little pensive. “That sounds good.” Kelly hummed, licking her lips and noticing the smile forming on Logan’s face. It was like he was relieved she’d decided to eat more. Amber had been right after all! Logan totally had a crush on her and loved watching her eat! The question in Kelly’s mind was now what to do with this information. She wasn’t ready to move on from Michael? Was she?? “Good girl. I’ll go make you one.” Logan happily spoke completely unaware he’d just blurted one of Kelly’s biggest sexual praise triggers. “Wait Logan!” Kelly hummed unable to contain a frisky smile on her face. Her heart was suddenly racing, her fat belly was fluttering with butterflies. Her brain clouded with doubt was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of intense attraction. “Yeah?” Logan paused looking quite confused by Kelly’s sudden energetic response. Unable to resist being driven madly horny by Logan’s previous statement, Kelly’s brain went into problem solving mode. She wanted more praise from Logan, and she knew exactly how to get it. Opening her mouth with a more confident tone than before, Kelly explained, “I changed my mind. I think I want some more pasta first.” “Atta girl. You could always reheat your pizza later. You can’t beat fresh pasta.” Logan smiled, as he headed into the kitchen and brought back another bowl of pasta for Kelly. Handing her the food, Logan added a sweet, “Here you go.” As he turned to leave, Kelly stopped him with a, “Wait. Keep me company while I eat.” “Sure.” Logan nodded quickly sitting down next to Kelly, as she started once again inhaling the pasta. “This is so good. What is this sauce?” Kelly blurted with her mouth full. “It’s a creamy vodka sauce.” Logan explained, while his eyes marveled at the way Kelly scarfed down his food. It took everything in him not to ogle her belly, as she filled it up rapidly. “I love it.” Kelly hummed with approval. “I love that you love it. You’re a…” Logan was about to say before Kelly cut him off. “Chef’s dream?” Kelly purred, as she took another large fork full of pasta into her mouth and swallowed with minimal chewing. “Stole the words right outta my mouth.” Logan shakily replied feeling a certain way about how Kelly was acting toward him. It was like she was embellishing her enjoyment of the pasta she was eating… It was hot. “Can you grab me another plate?” Kelly hummed the moment she finished off what she had in front of her. “Still hungry?” Logan wondered in disbelief. Kelly was a good eater, but right now she was on another level, and he was 100% on board. “Mhh-hmm.” Kelly nodded, licking her lips, as her eyes remained locked on Logan’s. Her belly was getting full, but she was too horny right now to truly process it. So, she ate a third bowl of pasta. Then a fourth. The praise from Logan kept coming and Kelly’s mouth kept chugging. “I love your appetite today. Nothing makes me feel more satisfied than having someone ask for seconds and thirds of something I cooked.” Logan couldn’t help, but marvel, as he handed Kelly her fifth bowl. Her gut had swollen outward. She was looking stuffed to the gills, but she wasn’t slowing down or stopping. For Logan, this was like a dream come true. “Nothing?” Kelly huffed, so full from her pasta binge that she was getting out of breath. “Hmm?” Logan hummed not following. “Nothing makes you feel more satisfied?” Kelly clarified, as she tapped her swollen belly with her fingers, and cooed curiously, “What about sex?” Blushing almost immediately thanks to the blunt question, Logan stuttered, “Umm… well I mean… sex is a different kind of satisfaction… when it’s with the right person.” “When’s the last time you did it with the right person?” Kelly inquired too lost in her own thoughts to censor herself. “I… Umm… What?” Logan managed to reply clearly flustered. “Sorry, too personal.” Kelly bit her lip realizing how out of control she was being, but unable to bring herself back to normal. She was too far gone, ** and praise and pasta. Leaning forward with the intention of standing up, it pained her to put any pressure on her belly, “Oof…” “Finally had your fill?” Logan wondered. His eyes were delighted by what he was seeing. Kelly was looking like a beached whale on that couch. “Just about, look at this belly. I’m such a pig… I feel like a beached whale.” Kelly moaned feeling distinctly uncomfortable because of how much she ate, but also definitely aroused by all the praise Logan was hurling at her for eating so much. “Well, you don’t look like one,” Logan lied trying to make Kelly feel better about herself. Seeing through this response, Kelly called him out, “Liar. This belly looks like it’s about to pop.” “I wouldn’t say that.” Logan argued weakly. “Touch it.” Kelly demanded, as she reached out and put Logan’s hand on her rounded gut. The look of pleasure on Logan’s face sent shivers down Kelly’s spine. She could feel his desire, his appreciation of her body even though she was as fat as she was. Well… perhaps because of how fat she was. “You like watching me eat. Don’t you?” Kelly questioned looking like she expected a prompt answer. “I do.” Logan nodded as if under her spell. “Why? I’ve gotten pretty fat since moving in.” Kelly followed up, again looking like she expected a reply immediately. “Between you and me, I think the extra weight suits you.” Logan blushed feeling like his mouth had gone dry. “You do?? This is a lot of extra weight.” Kelly exclaimed in what appeared to be a relieved disbelief. However, before the conversation could continue the doorbell rang loudly. *Ding-dong* “I’m sorry.” Logan shook his head, and lifted his hand off of Kelly’s stuffed belly, while snapping out of his honest trance, “That must be your pizza.” “Don’t be Logan.” Kelly urged, as she slowly rolled her doughy body off the couch and struggled to her feet, “I’m gonna grab my pizza and then take a shower. Would you mind bringing me up some dessert when I’m done?” “Of course.” Logan nodded feeling completely flustered by what had just transpired. As Kelly wobbled off the couch and waddled toward the front door, Logan’s mind raced to replay what had just transpired. Though the mental images he recalled were all of how sexy Kelly had looked completely pigging out on his food, her words were more important to remember and the way she sounded. Bubbly, extraverted, interested… She’s sounded interested, in him… Grabbing her pizza and making a slow lumbering retreat to her room in her horny and stuffed state, Kelly rested her pizza box on her bedside table and squeezed into her shower without much delay. She felt sweaty, gross, hot and bothered. It was a terrible combination. Her lust for praise had gotten the better of her with Logan, she’d stuffed herself like a big fat fool, and yet she still couldn’t get him out of her mind. As the water got steamy, she began to daydream that Logan had joined her in the shower. With a shock, she imagined him kissing her lips. In her imagination, she didn’t resist at all. She embraced it. She imagined him squeezing her swollen breasts, as she did so to simulate the passionate feeling. Turning herself on, she dreamed of him cradling her globular gut and did so herself. She was giving herself goosebumps. Her mind then imagined Logan venturing further south… Her hands crept to exactly where she craved Logan to sit her down on the shower bench, spread her legs and lick her until she came. Lost in her fantasy, Kelly imagined a voice, his voice, murmuring, “You are so beautiful. I love your fat belly.” “Ahh…” Kelly moaned trying to keep herself quiet. Her belly felt pained to the touch, swollen in size and heavy. She was insecure about it, but imagining Logan’s praise made those insecurities subside. She tried to keep her pleasured enjoyment of this fantasy under control, but… The imaginary voice continued, “I want to hear you moan — you know I love the way you moan, my good greedy girl.” “Ooohh…” Kelly writhed with satisfaction, as her fantasy continued. She’d never imagined ‘greedy’ as praise before, yet here she was on the verge of an orgasm, getting off to the thought of Logan praising her gluttony. Part of her was embarrassed, she was excited by this odd scenario, but she was too fat and stuffed to protest why she was enjoying this daydream so much. It felt amazing, that’s all she needed to know. As her breathing grew faster and faster, she imagined more words out of Logan’s nurturing mouth, “I love how you’ve gotten so f*cking fat. You’re such a sexy fatty.” “Ughh!” Kelly moaned unable to keep her elevating arousal under control. She had gotten f*cking fat. Everything about her had grown massive since she entered college. Her chubbier face, double chin, fatter arms, swelling breasts, ballooning gut, widening hips, plumping butt, thunder thighs… No part of her remained unchanged. It was a scary thought, but also, somehow, arousing. Being a fatty put her in a submissive position automatically. Letting go and giving in to her inner glutton felt like she was giving up some of her agency to her imaginary suitor. Giving him more control over her. Earning praise and recognition from this imaginary man she wanted to impress felt amazing. The scenario satisfied an emotional craving she’d had as long as she could remember. She was raised by a man who she could never please, who would never reassure her, who would never give her a word of encouragement. She had daddy issues. She was always looking for the nurturing figure she’d never had. When Logan provided food for her, she felt nurtured. When he praised her gluttony, she felt appreciated. When he looked at her, all bloated and stuffed silly, she felt wanted. Even though she’d gotten so f*cking fat, when he looked at her, she felt attractive. More attractive than she’d ever felt before. When she imagined Logan pleasuring her, worshiping the body she’d earned as a consequence of his nurturing assistance, the part of her brain that overanalyze everything, that constantly told her she wasn’t good enough, or sexy enough, shut off. “Ohh-MYY-GAWD!!!” Kelly moaned, sending herself over the edge. Her whole life, she’d never felt such an intense release. Shaking in the shower uncontrollably, it was difficult for Kelly to stay tethered to reality. Her mind was somewhere else, and her body was experiencing a euphoria she’d never felt before. It felt like hours, but it must have been no more than a minute or so… Coming to, as the noisy shower continued to run, Kelly’s brain was on fire. She’d gotten a taste of bliss and she wanted more. Finishing up even though her legs felt like jello, Kelly quickly dried off, threw on some undies and an old shirt that barely covered her breasts, much less her belly, and rolled into bed. Grabbing her pizza box on the bedside table, Kelly went to town, even though she was already well and truly stuffed to her limit. She needed more. More food. More sex. More praise. More everything. Kelly managed to down six pieces before she needed to stop and catch her breath. Rolling onto her side, she began to massage and grope her greatly overstuffed stomach. It was odd, eating never felt sexual before, yet now… It certainly did. With every labored bite, she could feel herself growing closer to where she’d been before in the shower. As she continued exploring herself, there was a knock at her door. It was Logan. “Are you ready for dessert Kelly?” He asked, as she posed as sexily as she could and formulated her response. “Ready as I’ll ever be. Come on in.” Kelly purred making eye contact with Logan the moment he stepped through the door and saw her. The shock on his face was obvious. His face blushed, his eyes couldn’t resist feasting on her massively overfed figure. He wanted her. It was obvious. She hoped it was obvious to him that the feeling was mutual. “Wow, you look…” Logan hesitated, struggling to find the right words, “Look at you.” “I know, I’ve gotten sooo fat. I guess having you cook for me all the time really ruined my fit figure. I’m twice the woman I was when you met me.” Kelly cooed setting the stage for Logan to make his intentions toward her crystal clear, “I should probably go on a diet, but if you like what you see… I wouldn’t protest if you fed me some dessert.” “Maybe a little.” Logan gulped, as his fluttering heart began to beat even faster with excitement. Kelly was a dream come true.

Chapter 3: Buried Treasure As the weeks after Halloween flew by, winter gradually rolled into the bustling college campus. The days grew shorter, the weather trended colder, and Kelly continued accumulating weight. Like many college coeds this time of year, the posh and pretty young woman spent less and less time being active and more time sitting around, studying, and eating. Shortly before Thanksgiving, Kelly broke out her winter wardrobe. Her thickening legs now found a home in dozens of pairs of stretchy leggings and comfy accommodating sweatpants. Her swelling stomach, and ballooning breasts were now routinely shrouded either by large sweatshirts stolen from Michael or fluffy jackets that tended to obscure the fact that she was piling on some serious poundage. To casual passersby, Kelly’s softening figure probably didn’t raise any eyebrows. She’d gone from skinny to chubby in one semester, but still had no problem blending in among the college’s typically chunky coeds. However, to those closest to her, it was obvious Kelly’s freshman 15 had snowballed a little out of control. Michael knew it, Sabrina knew it, and all the guys in the townhouse knew it. Kelly was well aware she’d put on some weight, but in her mind, it was 15 pounds at most, and the extra weight only enhanced her beauty. After all, she didn’t own a scale, she got nothing but positive feedback from others about her appearance, and she had enough to worry about thanks to her busy semester. To put it simply, Kelly was in denial. The bubble would have to burst at some point or another, but nobody in her life seemed to want to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Over Thanksgiving break, Michael picked Kelly up and she stayed over at his parent’s house for the duration of her time off. Not once did Kelly even stop by to visit her unsupportive parents, despite her mother pestering her to do so. Prior to her arrival, Michael had prepared his parents regarding the noticeable change in Kelly’s figure and urged them not to bring it up, so they didn’t. From Kelly’s perspective Michael’s loving parents showered her with food and affection, same as always. When she wasn’t royally stuffed from Thanksgiving or from Michael’s constant pampering, Kelly did have the urge to see some old friends again over break, but Michael succeeded in keeping her all to himself by truthfully claiming that he wanted to make up for their time spent apart. For Kelly, sex with Michael over the week-long break was a taste of heaven she’d happily trade a few social visits for. Cybersex had done its part to hold her over, but nothing was as good as the real thing. For Michael, the sex with this newly tubby version of Kelly was less than ideal, but certainly something he could stomach for the greater good. It was weird that Kelly got out of breath so quickly when she was riding him on top. It was weird feeling Kelly’s soft beer belly pressing against his flat and firm stomach when he took over on top after she got tired. It was even weirder still, feeling Kelly’s body perspire from their sexual exertions during a rather chilly time of year. Once upon a time, during sex the only part of Kelly that would jiggle were her breasts, yet now, her thighs, hips, love-handles, upper arms, and belly had joined the jiggle fest. Her face had filled out a bit, and although he preferred the more angular nature of her facial beauty when she was skinny, he still found Kelly’s chubbier face attractive. He liked fondling her swollen breasts maybe even a little bit more than before she’d put on weight, but the gut was a distraction he could live without. Same with how chunky Kelly’s thighs and butt had gotten, those aspects of her gain were certainly a downgrade from before. Although the biggest downgrade, in Michael’s opinion, was one he discovered when he’d been going down on her. Kelly’s upper pubic area had grown puffy. It was safe to say Kelly had fallen into the fat girlfriend trap big time. She’d gone from extraordinary high school hottie to ordinary college chubbette in only a few months. Seeing her looking so pudgy did certainly put Michael’s fears and anxieties at ease about Kelly possibly dumping him. In her overfed condition he doubted she could do better than him. Michael looked at Kelly now like buried treasure, although instead of covering her coveted body with heaps and piles of sand, he’d hidden his girlfriend’s true beauty with loads of excess fat. He hadn’t expected Kelly to fatten up so fast or quite so much, but between his praise and her unhealthy college routine, perhaps it was inevitable. Even so, since Kelly’s weight had reached a point that Michael felt was appropriate enough to probably repel most threatening suitors, he wanted to subtly encourage Kelly to get her act together, so she didn’t continue to put on weight needlessly. In an act Michael thought was genus, on the last day of Thanksgiving break, Michael took Kelly out shopping and bought her a fashionable pair of jeans and a few stylish, yet conservative, tops that both flattered and concealed the excess girth of Kelly’s figure. Lavishing Kelly with compliments about how pretty she looked, he urged her to wear the outfit when he picked her up for the holidays in just about a months’ time. Eager to please, Kelly of course promised to do just that. In Michael’s mind, he figured the tight jeans would do his dirty work for him. If Kelly started to outgrow them, she’d surely start getting her act together and start keeping her weight in check so as not to disappoint him. He could pull the same trick for Christmas, Valentines Day, and Easter, keeping Kelly just chubby enough to repel unwanted male attention for her last semester but not so fat as to become a lost cause, unable to eventually reclaim her slender perfection after a summer of diligent diet and extra exercise. … Upon her return to campus for the homestretch of the semester, Kelly thanked Michael for the ride, buckled in and endeavored to get through finals like a champ. Between studying, working, and socializing, Kelly didn’t have a spare second to think about the growing spare tire she’d developed throughout her fattening first semester of college or the pair of jeans she was supposed to fit into for Michael come Christmas time. Weeks later, as the semester officially ended and winter break began, the townhouse mostly emptied. Kev and Dom went back to their families in Cleveland, and Sabrina went back to her family outside of Philadelphia. That only left Kelly and Logan. Logan stayed because he signed up for two classes during the winter session and Kelly stayed because she planned on working. Two months off from school was a long time and Kelly didn’t want to abuse Michael’s parents’ endless hospitality. She knew Guy and Pam would let her move in indefinitely if she really wanted to, but in Kelly’s mind that was a last resort and only if Michael’s parents agreed to let her pay rent. She didn’t want to go through life dependent on the charity of others. Instead, Kelly felt the best thing she could do was to keep busy with her job waitressing and pick up more hours before the holidays so she could finally afford to pay Michael back for all his financial assistance this year. For once in her life, she was saving money and wasn’t blowing it all on clothes. This was mostly because she strongly desired to return Michael’s kindness to her and show her appreciation, but also partly because some part of Kelly subconsciously knew that clothes shopping at her increased weight might be an embarrassing pill to swallow. During the two weeks before Christmas, Kelly worked her bulging butt off waiting on tables, and Logan endeavored to succeed in his classes. While the two friends shared the same roof, they usually only spent meals together thanks to their conflicting schedules. Kelly found it amusing that Logan still cooked as if he was trying to feed six people, even though her mouth was now the only one he needed to worry about feeding, besides his own. Still though, she was greatly appreciative of the free food, so she showed her thanks by making an effort to grab seconds, and sometimes, even thirds. The southern gentleman always got a kick out of how much she could eat and was never shy about throwing praise her way when she ate well. Kelly lived for that praise, since Michael claimed to be too busy with school to visit her before Christmas. Meals aside, Logan purposefully tried to keep his distance from Kelly, for one plain and simple reason. As Kelly continued to fatten up, his attraction to the beautiful girl skyrocketed. This one-sided sexual tension endlessly burned in Logan’s heart and mind each and every time he caught a glimpse of just how soft Kelly was getting. On Halloween, when they’d been dancing at a party Kelly was pushed against him by someone passing by. With his hand he’d accidentally felt the newfound softness in her abdomen, and he couldn’t get that memory out of his head. Even now, walking by the door to Kelly’s room on the way to his own as Kelly packed her bags to spend Christmas and New Years with her boyfriend, part of him longed to see Kelly’s softened figure. Noticing that Kelly’s door was open a crack, Logan was unable to resist looking through the gap as he passed by. His intention was only to sneak a passing glance at the girl he was secretly crushing on, but his body froze in place once he realized what his lucky eyes were seeing. Clothed in nothing but her underwear, Kelly was standing in front of her bedroom mirror. From what he could see, she was looking at her swollen stomach. Right where her flat tummy used to be, Kelly had grown an honest to goodness rounded beer belly. Then suddenly Kelly turned, Logan felt his heart flutter as fear of being caught peeping like this filled his mind with worries. However, as Kelly started inspecting her lower body, particularly her butt, which had expanded a bit as well, Logan realized he was in the clear for now. Trying to make a conservative estimate of how much weight Kelly had crammed onto her figure this semester, Logan guessed that she had to have packed on at least 40 pounds, a lot of weight for such a short girl. Thick and soft looking, Kelly had turned into the woman of his dreams in only a few short months. He longed to tell Kelly how attractive he found her, but he knew Kelly’s heart was as pure as could be, and that she only had eyes for her boyfriend. Thinking himself a Southern gentleman, Logan felt he had to respect that about her. Besides, just knowing that a girl as flawless as Kelly both existed and was happy, was enough for him. He was beyond satisfied by the glimpse he’d been able to sneak of her. As he made a hasty retreat so as not to get caught, the image of Kelly inspecting herself in the mirror stuck in the forefront of his mind like glue. Unaware Logan had been lingering just outside her door, Kelly bit her lip as she pinched an inch of excess girth around her hips. She felt a bit puzzled by her heavier-looking reflection for a number of reasons. For one thing, it made sense that she’d gained the freshman 15. She’d been eating lots of southern comfort food, hadn’t been exercising, and was living in an indulgent college bubble for months. She loved her new college life, and her new friends, but for someone who’d always been very skinny, suddenly being larger was disorienting. In Kelly’s mind, gaining a noticeable amount of weight felt like something very vague, an abstract idea of a situation that she’d never find herself in. Yet here she was with skin stretching to accommodate all the new layers of fat she’d accumulated around her increasingly curvy figure. It was clear to her now that she’d put on a fair amount more than 15 pounds. She was silently shocked by how different her body now looked compared to how skinny she’d been in high school. However, was she terrified? No. Was she sad? No. Was she disappointed? Maybe. The vane side of her loved the fact that her boobs had swollen to such a large size. Her boyfriend couldn’t get enough of them, and she enjoyed dressing to show them off. But on the flip side, she had a belly now, a kind of large one. Whereas big breasts felt feminine and sexy, a big gut felt embarrassing and shameful. For someone who once prided herself on her fitness, being out of shape was a tough pill to swallow. Far more difficult than the truckloads of fatty calories she’d been swallowing lately. There were plus sides to becoming plus-sized, Kelly loved the sensation she felt when Michael firmly squeezed her inflated rear. She loved feeling energized every morning because she was eating enough calories to fuel herself through the day. Then again, her seductive face had softened a bit. Kelly could clearly see the change in her reflection. Michael loved her and wanted her no matter what dress size she was, but deep-down Kelly worried if he enjoyed this newer fuller version of herself just as much as the older skinnier version. As she mused about this conundrum, knowing full well that Michael was due to arrive to pick her up any minute now, Kelly picked up the pair of jeans she promised she’d wear for him and tried to get them on. In a few short moments of struggle, the delicate balancing act Kelly was playing with her fragile self-esteem suddenly tilted toward panic. “Logan!” Kelly yelped in need of some serious help and craving some validation to set her straight, “I need a man’s opinion! Can you come in here!?” “I’ll be there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail!” He replied from the other room. Moments later, he quickly pushed open Kelly’s door and entered. His face conveyed just how blown away he was to see Kelly standing there with an undersized pair of jeans heaved up to her mid-thighs and nothing else but a pink bra clothing her tubby body. Almost at a loss for words, Logan managed to say, “What’s going on??” Kelly replied frantically, “Logan, please help me! This is a f*cking emergency. I've gotten so fat I can't button my jeans. And this is the biggest pair I have!! I used to be so fit and skinny and look at me now. I can't fit into anything! Logan, I'm such a fat cow! Sh*t! Sh*t! Help me button this, I'm desperate, please!” “I didn’t catch a word of that Kelly, you gotta slow down.” Logan tried to calm her since the girl was prattling on at a million words a second. “Ughhh! Okayyy!” Kelly gasped taking a large breath before rephrasing, “Michael bought me a nice sexy outfit he wants me to wear for him today, but the jeans won’t button up because of my keg!” “Keg?” Logan tilted his head in curiosity, while he thought, ‘Does she mean her belly?’ “My keg!” Kelly grunted, as her hands grasped her gut and started jiggling, “My beer belly? Spare tire? Potbelly! Muffin-top! My bulging waistline! You know what I’m talking about! You’ve got two eyes Logan! I know you can see it! I’m not crazy!” ‘You sound a little crazy…’ Logan thought to himself, before replying in a calm collected tone, “Umm, I think you’ve got a very nice-looking breadbasket. Nothing to be ashamed of.” “Breadbasket?” Kelly scoffed, as she grasped her gut and squeezed it savagely, “More like pizza paunch. Ugh… I’m disgusting! What am I going to do? What am I going to do?? He’ll be here any minute! I can’t let him see me like this!” “You’re not disgusting. Try and do up your pants. Let me see.” Logan insisted, trying to get Kelly focused on her problem at hand. “No matter… how hard… I try… Ugh!” Kelly fumed, as she hopped a few times to hoist her jeans back above her thighs and butt, “*phew!* I just can’t get all the buttons to close!” With that Kelly started attempting to button the first button, which was no problem. The next one appeared a bit harder for her, but she managed it with a grunt. The third one was where her gut really proved to be too much resistance. Her first attempt was a failure, so on her second attempt, she tried to suck in her gut. With some more effort, the third button eventually closed. That left two buttons to go that Logan could see. That’s when Kelly paused and let her belly out for a moment, she couldn’t keep sucking it in without filling her lungs with some more air. When her belly returned to its true size Logan could spy a roll of fat forming between the still open buttons. Eventually this doughy paunch expanded enough to pop the third button back open. Blushing, Kelly furiously tried to subdue the button just as she had before, but the task was impossible without sucking her stomach in again. “See what I mean?!” Kelly fumed clearly at her wits end. “Suck it in and try again.” Logan calmly tried to reassure her, as Kelly bit her lip and did just as he said. Sucking in her belly, Kelly pulled and tucked her pants together as best she could. Eventually the third button was once again firmly subdued. Before letting her breath out as she did before, this time Kelly attempted to clasp together the fourth button. Pulling and tucking with all the force she could muster; Kelly’s facial expression grew more desperate as her fatigue grew. The two parts of her jeans just didn’t want to come together. Her waist was simply too big. Letting out the breath she’d been holding, and her belly along with it, the only thing keeping the third button from snapping off once again were Kelly’s hands propped up against it. “I need help!” Kelly demanded, sounding desperate. “You need a larger pair of jeans. Why torture herself like this?” Logan countered a little puzzled by Kelly’s futile behavior. “This is the largest pair I have. Michael bought them for me a month ago. They fit fine a month ago! So why don’t they fit now!?” Kelly vented clearly emotionally unstable, “Can you just help me?? Please???” “Okay, okay!” Logan replied, as he stepped forward and tried to help. After a lot of pulling, his strength was sufficient to force the fourth button into its proper place, but now one large roll of fat stood between him and fastening the last button of Kelly’s jeans. “Suck in.” Logan requested. “I am!” Kelly grunted in reply. “Then this isn’t going to work. Lay down.” Logan shook his head, as he pointed to the bed with his hand. Listening obediently, Kelly waddled to the bed as best she could and promptly laid her back upon her bed. She was about to ask what Logan planned on doing when he suddenly used one of his hands to push her newfound roll of blubber upward, and with his other hand, he managed to fasten the last button of her jeans much to her surprise. “Got it! How’s that?” Logan wondered sounding pleased he’d actually been able to accomplish such an impossible feat. “I can’t breathe… But… At least I fit…” Kelly grunted sounding uncomfortable and sporting quite the prominent muffin-top, “Maybe I just need to break them in, stretch them out, y’know?” “Yeah, maybe.” Logan nodded along with Kelly’s delusions, as he helped her up off the bed. “How do I look in them? I don’t look hideous, do I?” Kelly vulnerably wondered, while she took a little twirl. “You look irresistible.” Logan smiled. In truth, the sight of Kelly looking so pudgy, and getting to touch her belly like that had him feeling horny as hell. “Thanks Logan. You’re the best.” Kelly returned his smile, let out a sigh and turned her attention toward finding something suitable to wear up top. Her eyes eventually settled on one of the sweaters Michael had bought her. Picking it up and trying it on, the stretchy red and green Christmas sweater fully covered Kelly’s upper body but looked particularly tight around her gut and love handles. Deciding she needed more of Logan’s male wisdom, Kelly asked, “Is this, okay??” “Michael would be a fool not to think you look flawless.” Logan smiled, alleviating a lot of the insecurity Kelly felt was weighing her down. Smiling ear to ear, Kelly was about to respond when some loud knocking started coming from the front door. Instead of offering a sweet ‘thank you’ as she’d intended, Kelly gushed with excitement, “He’s here!” Hurrying out of her room and down the steps to the front door, Kelly had to catch her breath for a moment before she opened the door. “Kelly!” Michael cheered, as his plump girlfriend jumped into his arms and wrapped her meaty legs around him. She felt much heavier to hold than usual. “Michael!” Kelly returned her boyfriend’s enthusiasm before their lips connected and their tongues started dancing. The impromptu make-out session lasted only a minute, or so, before Michael was forced to put Kelly down. His arms simply were not conditioned to holding this heavier version of his loving girlfriend that now stood before him. “What’s wrong?” Kelly pouted playfully wanting to indulge in a little more action. “You’re umm… a little heavier than I remember.” Michael tried to laugh off the elephant in the room. Gulping, as a dash of embarrassment hit her doughy stomach, Kelly shyly played with the overstretched hem of her sweater, while she blushed and responded, “I’ve been eating all the treats you’ve been sending me like a good girl, so I guess I’ve put on a little weight this semester… but… I still look cute chubby, right?” The instant the last syllable of her thought left her mouth, the plumped-up barbie girl lifted up her sweater to reveal her expansive muffin-top gut, to her unenthusiastic-looking boyfriend. “Gosh, look at you…” Michael said, as he perversely marveled at the grotesque nature of his girlfriend’s bulbous midsection; however, it wasn’t just Kelly’s belly that had grown larger and rounder since Thanksgiving. Her face had continued to soften, her thighs and hips looked poised to burst her jeans right at their seams. Even her arms had continued filling out to the point it was very noticeable. When they met Kelly was a health-conscious twig, but looking at her now, it was a radical transformation. Some dinner dates, some care packages, some encouragement… It really hadn’t taken much to banish any semblance of her formerly athletic body from her current bulbous form. Her abs, firm legs, fit arms, everything had been shrouded under the new layer of thick chub she was sporting all across her body. Where she was once thin and trim, Kelly was now plump and shapely, with lumpy bulges of fat creasing and folding around her swollen midsection. Trying to keep it cool, Michael added, “You look great, as always, but umm… Yeah. Look at you. You’ve… You’ve blossomed into an even more beautiful version of yourself. I’m almost speechless in the wake of your beauty.” “Aww! You always say the sweetest things!” Kelly joyfully hummed, as she pulled her sweater back over her big belly and leaned into her boyfriend for a big hug, while teasing, “I’m such a lucky girl! You must really love me. I got chubby and you turned into a chubby chaser!” “Chubby is fine,” Michael reassured her, as he thought to himself, ‘for now,’ before warning, “just don’t overdo it.” “I won’t. I’ll diet after New Year’s Eve, same as always…” Kelly sighed, before looking up at Michael’s face and accusing, “but you’ve gotta quit fattening me up with all the care packages. Before you got here, I almost couldn’t squeeze my fat ass into these jeans.” “That would have been a tragedy, because you were born to wear the sh*t outta these jeans.” Michael enthused, as his arms reached lower and squeezed Kelly’s juicy butt cheeks. There was a lot more to grab back there than there used to be. Unable to control himself or completely hide his disgust, he continued, “I doubt my care packages are responsible for all this junk in your trunk. What happened? What have you been eating fatty?” Having never been teased like this before, Kelly blushed guiltily, pursed her lips, avoided direct eye contact and muttered, “I’ve been lazy… I'm not trying to put on weight, but also haven’t had the willpower to stop it… Plus, I think I'm starting to… enjoy it to some extent? Still figuring that out.” “What??” Michael burst trying to mute just how alarmed Kelly’s statement made him feel. “I dunno…” Kelly squirmed not knowing full well what she was feeling or what exactly she was trying to convey to her startled boyfriend, “the extra weight makes me feel… womanly. It’s nice being curvy for a change. It’s nice having big breasts and a butt… Not a huge fan of the belly though.” “I’m sure you’ll lose the belly once you start exercising again.” Michael assured her, ultimately pleased by what he was hearing. He loved Kelly and didn’t want her feeling miserable with herself now that she was temporarily much heavier than normal. Bringing up his hands to fondle his girlfriend’s lovely, inflated breasts, he continued, “I must admit, I am loving what you’ve got going on upstairs. You have my permission to keep these big titties.” “Mmmh… I dunno. I think it’s a package deal.” Kelly shrugged, as she enjoyed the way Michael was touching her. “Huh?” Michael hummed a little confused, while Kelly softly grabbed his hands and slowly brought them south so he could grab ahold of her doughy potbelly. “I think if I lose the belly, the boobs will shrink back to normal too.” Kelly elaborated feeling a bit curious about both her boyfriend’s true preferences and her own. Were bigger boobs worth having a belly? In Kelly’s mind, it was an open question. In Michael’s mind, it wasn’t, and he basically conveyed as much in his response. “That’s a shame. They’re fun to play with.” Michael replied lowering his voice, leaning in, and whispering in Kelly’s ear, “I was hoping you’d let me titty-f*ck you before we drove home. I gotta appreciate them while you’ve got’em.” Feeling a surge of excitement in the pit of her stomach, Kelly was unable to contain a blissful smile, “Yes you do.” An unconscious part of Kelly’s brain didn’t like the subtext of Michael’s statement. He made his preference clear, and that preference was thinner than she currently was. However, right now, Kelly was too starved for sex to pay this unconscious revelation much mind. “We have the place to ourselves, right?” Michael wondered looking around. “Logan’s upstairs, but we can put music on. He won’t hear a thing.” Kelly promised, eager for some physical affection from her man. After some horny frolicking in bed, the drive home was ultimately long and uneventful. The couple chatted on and off. They even shared a meal about an hour into the drive. Michael had wanted to stop at a Salad Works, but Kelly wanted a burger from Wendys so that’s what they ultimately went with. After her meal, Kelly was forced to discreetly undo the top three buttons on her jeans because they were simply too uncomfortable to keep together now that she was full. All that embarrassing work with Michael to get them back on after sex had all been in vain, but Kelly did her best not to dwell on her misfortune. She made a mental note to switch to leggings from here on out. After all, a stretchy waistband was a girl’s best friend during the holidays. However, with two weeks of home-cooked meals awaiting her at Michael’s house, cold weather putting a damper on any inclination she felt to heave her hefty booty off the couch, her love of Christmas cookies and sappy hallmark movies, soon Kelly would be dealing with a new type of strain. The kind that didn’t involve her shrinking wardrobe. … The trouble started a few days later, on Christmas morning. Holiday feasting had Kelly feeling more bloated than usual when Michael woke her up to present her with her first Christmas present of the day. A scale. Fearful of stepping on right away and a little insulted Michael had gotten her such a gift, Kelly promised to weigh herself at the start of her New Year’s diet in a week’s time and keep track of her progress every week after that. For the first time in a couple days, Kelly was reminded her boyfriend preferred her thinner. No longer starved of sex, Kelly had time to dwell on this fact, and dwell on it she did. Freshening up in the bathroom, Kelly’s eyes lingered upon her fat reflection, she felt she looked hideous, she wanted to look away, but she forced herself to keep looking. She tried to convince her brain she wasn’t the size of a parade-float, she was just bigger than she used to be. Michael preferred her skinny, and that was fine. After all, under all her newly acquired fat, she was still that beautiful skinny girl he worshipped above all else. Wasn’t she? Later in the morning, after Kelly had calmed down, she gave Michael his gift. His parents were quite impressed she’d been able to pay him all of his money back. Michael himself was blown away, he couldn’t conceive Kelly was capable of such monetary restraint, but seeing was believing, and he was happy to get his investment back. After all, this investment had rewarded him with some notable interest, a temporarily fat girlfriend, and some peace of mind. Aside from some gag-gifts here and there, Michael’s parents mostly gifted their son, and his blossoming girlfriend, clothes. Like Kelly, Pam, Michael’s mother, was quite a shopper, and had purchased the plump college coed some articles of larger clothing that her undersized wardrobe desperately needed. Pam’s clothing gifts stood in quite the contrast to Michael’s clothing gifts. Kelly couldn’t help but notice all of Pam’s gifts fit her bigger body, but everything Michael got her was a size or two too small. The women laughed about Michael’s poor haul, but in truth he’d purposefully purchased Kelly undersized clothes to try and encourage her to lose weight so she could fit into them. After a filling breakfast, Kelly donned a dressy blouse, and pair of jeans Pam had gifted her, as well as a new cardigan to keep her warm. The larger clothes did well to conceal Kelly’s bulging midsection and emphasize her womanly chest, hips, and butt in a conservative way. Rather than pay her a direct complement like usual, Michael teased that she was dressing up like a grandma. Taking the teasing playfully, Kelly did her best impression of an old lady and got a laugh out of her lover before explaining she didn’t want to wear anything too fancy when they went over to visit her parents. As much as she wanted to avoid them entirely, her mother’s nagging had worn her down this time. In the afternoon, Michael drove Kelly over and the couple spent the evening with Kelly’s family. Gerald, Kelly’s father, held Michael in high esteem since the young man was a great apprentice for his electrician business. However, he was none too pleased that Kelly had run off to college against his wishes or that she’d come home looking so fat after only one semester. His first words after seeing his daughter walk through the front door were: “My god Kelly… What has that fancy college of yours been feeding you?? You’re bigger than your mother was when she was pregnant! I guess all that liberal propaganda they’ve been shoveling down your throat is fattening.” Wrapping her arms around her chunky midsection defensively, Kelly blushed and sarcastically responded, “I’ll be sure to cut down on the liberal propaganda next semester dad. Jeez.” “Your college ought to offer a class on self-control and personal responsibility. That’s the kind of learning you need.” He chuckled to himself, as the stubborn man took another big swig of his beer and finished it off. While Kelly stood there fuming internally, her father just smiled and motioned for the couple to come in and sit down. Michael expected Kelly to get some judgmental looks from her family and even some criticism from her parents, but, as Gerald been chastising Kelly, he felt like her father had flashed him a judgmental look of disappointment too. Not wanting the holiday confrontation to escalate, Kelly and Michael didn’t address her father’s attitude, and instead tried to enjoy the chaos that was Kelly’s family on Christmas. Aside from her parents, two Aunts and Uncles were at the house with their children, all of whom were at least a decade younger than Kelly. The place was a warzone of shredded wrapping paper, children running about, adults drinking, and dogs barking off and on. The jabs about Kelly’s noticeable change in weight were practically endless, although only her father was meanspirited. Her Aunts showed concern. Her Uncles conveyed surprise. Her cousins’ jabs were more innocent, but no less embarrassing. For instance, after dinner had long since ended, and Kelly was helping herself to some leftover cheese and crackers in the kitchen, Elise, Kelly’s spunky seven-year-old cousin on her father’s side, surprised her by slapping the blonde’s bountiful ass and declaring: “Big butt! You’re it!” “Elise! My name is not big butt! I’m gonna get you!” Kelly playfully threatened, as she decided to chase down her cousin as she usually did during such instances. Kelly normally went easy at first, letting Elise evade capture to let the girl enjoy the thrill of the chase, but then once Kelly grew bored with letting the little brat escape, she’d get serious and tag her in return to end the engagement. So that’s exactly what Kelly did, or… well… It’s exactly what she tried to do. “I’m gonna… *pant* get you!” Kelly wheezed, as she rounded the couch in the living room for the third time. Letting Elise evade capture was easy enough, but the little bugger was so quick that Kelly actually felt herself tiring out from chasing her around. Her heavier and squishier body wasn’t used to this much cardio anymore. “Kelly’s got a big butt, and she can’t catch me!” Elise taunted much to Kelly irritation. “That’s it! No more playing around!” Kelly declared, as she once again darted off after her cousin. This time, as she tried to squeeze by her mother and Michael who were standing beside the couch, her widened hips caused her to bump into Michael making him spill his ginger ale on the carpet. “Kelly! Ugh! Watch where you’re going!” Lacey, Kelly’s mom, complained feeling irritated she’d have to clean yet another one of Kelly’s spills tonight. Her clumsy daughter had spilled some Dr. Pepper on her jeans, and the floor, just before dessert had been served. As a result, Kelly had needed to change into some stretchy black yoga pants she had upstairs. Lacey didn’t know Kelly had perpetrated the first spill on purpose, to avoid the embarrassment of having to unbutton her jeans in order to make room for her swelling stomach after all the dinner she’d eaten. The stretchy waistband of Kelly’s replacement pants allowed the plump princess a degree of comfort and anonymity she enjoyed, although in truth the poor yoga pants were putting in a lot of work trying to contain the gains that had accumulated around Kelly’s lower body these last few months. The veterinary secretary wasn’t happy with her daughter’s rebellious tendencies, or the fact she’d gotten so fat, but she was happy to have her only child back home for the holidays. Although, she really struggled to articulate this appreciation, especially after Kelly had just created some more work for her. “Sorry!” Kelly huffed, as she rounded the corner of the room and chased Elise back into the kitchen. Seriously trying to tag her cousin now, Kelly got close a few times, but the slippery brat continued to evade her. Breathing a little heavier, and feeling more fatigued, Kelly continued trying to tag her cousin, but she slowly started to realize she was fighting a losing battle. She used to dominate this game with her cousin, but that was before she’d gotten so out of shape. Elise was young and full of boundless energy, whereas Kelly now knew she’d grown slower and clumsier since high school. ‘I’ve gotta change tactics.’ Kelly internally realized, as she stopped trying to catch Elise and started trying to herd her into a confined space. Slowing down, and moving with more intension, Kelly blocked Elise’s escape to the living room, forcing the brat to retreat upstairs. Huffing and puffing after her, Kelly caught a glimpse of the girl just as she vanished into her room. Catching her breath for a moment, Kelly slowly approached the doorway to her old room. The wood creaked loudly beneath her feet. When she rounded the corner, Elise was nowhere to be seen. Realizing his game of tag had just turned into a game of hide and seek, Kelly declared, still a little out of breath, “You can run, but you can’t hide!” Then she started searching. She started with her closet. Empty. She then lifted up the covers on her bed. Empty. Plopping down on the floor, Kelly looked under her bed and found someone, just not the creature she’d been looking for. “Beans?” Kelly questioned, as she spotted her family’s annoying little Chihuahua sleeping under her bed, “Have you seen Elise?” Just then, Kelly heard a giggle from behind her. Tilting to her side, Kelly spotted Elise hiding behind the door to her room. She tried to get to her feet and nab her before she took off, but Kelly wasn’t as quick as she used to be, and Elise got away, laughing as she did. “I give up!” Kelly conceded before collapsing back onto the floor for a breather. Being defeated by a six-year-old was a tough pill to swallow, but Kelly had grown too tired to keep trying. Turning her attention instead back to her dog, Kelly urged, “Come here Beans, I haven’t seen you all night. Don’t you miss me?” Making eye contact just long enough to seemingly comprehend what Kelly was asking, Beans turned his back to her and remained under the bed. “Beans! Come here!” Kelly demanded, as the dog crawled further away from her. “That’s it!” Kelly growled, as she crawled under her bed after the dog. It was a tight squeeze, much tighter than Kelly remembered, but she wanted to pet her de-facto therapy dog. Forcing herself deeper under the bed, Kelly’s inflated stomach slowed her progress considerably. Her paunchy gut was creating a lot of resistance that made squeezing further toward Beans much more difficult. “Beans! I swear to god! Get over here!” Kelly grunted a little desperate. She could feel her butt bumping against the frame of her bed and suddenly her progress completely stopped. Try as she might, she’d grown too thick to fully fit. “Jesus…” Kelly gasped feeling embarrassed with herself. She tried to wiggle back out from under the bed, but her arms were too weak to move the majority of her bulk backward. Just as she was about to try again, she heard someone enter her room. “What are you doing?” Michael’s voice echoed from behind her, as he got a good view of his chubby girlfriend looking completely wedged under her bed. She looked a little pathetic. Watching Kelly play with her younger cousins used to fill him with pride. Pride that one day Kelly would be a good mother for their own future children but having witnessed Kelly bumbling around the house and witnessing the annoyed looks she received from members of her family while doing it, this time Michael was far from impressed. In fact, he was a little embarrassed by her display. “Trying to grab Beans.” Kelly truthfully answered before embarrassingly admitting, “I’m a little stuck though, could you help me?” “Of course.” Michael assured her, as he reached down and lifted up Kelly’s side of the bed, allowing her the freedom to both reach forward and grab Beans, and wiggle herself backward free of the bed. “Thanks.” Kelly hummed as she stood up and cradled Beans like a baby. “No problem. Your dad wants a picture.” Michael replied not sure how to feel after watching Kelly’s pathetic display tonight. Not only had she eaten a grotesque amount at dinner, but she’d also gone back for seconds and thirds. Then she’d gorged herself on dessert. And then she’d made a fool of herself wheezing around the house with Elise. And here he’d found her pathetically stuck under her own bed too fat to do anything without his help. Over the next few days, this newfound disgust would linger. As Kelly lazed around day in and day out stuffing her face with abundant holiday treats, Michael’s opinion of his girlfriend soured. He didn’t want to believe it at first, but it wasn’t just Kelly’s body that had changed this semester at college. She’d changed too. She didn’t just look like a fatty, she was acting like one too. Around his parents this wasn’t the end of the world, but around Kelly’s family it was uncomfortable. It was like they were silently judging him for her behavior. Things got even worse for Michael once pictures of the new Kelly at her family’s house on Christmas started circulating on social media. Suddenly everybody knew she’d let herself go, and his friends wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. Come New Year’s Eve Michael was legitimately worried about bringing Kelly to the big party going on in town. Last year Michael would have loved to show Kelly off at a party like this, her beauty reflected well upon him and certainly enhanced his status at the high school among his peers, but now the reverse was true. Kelly had turned into a social liability and Michael was still weighing the potential costs and benefits of bringing her along. “Who told her it would be a good idea to pose with her rolls out? Nobody wants to see that…” Michael muttered to himself alone in his room, as he scanned through some of the pictures Kelly had posted to her Instagram from the last few days. It was like the girl was proud she’d gotten chubby. Thinking to himself, Michael wondered, ‘what is wrong with her??’ Venturing out of his room, he approached his family’s living room where Kelly and his mom were both cuddling on the couch together under a warm blanket watching the hallmark channel. His mom was drinking a glass of hot coco, and Kelly was half-way through yet another chocolate cupcake. Heading over and grabbing it from her before she could finish it, Michael muttered, “I think you’ve had enough cupcakes. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Frowning because Michael robbed her of her sweet morsel, Kelly feigned an exhausted expression and replied, “I don’t know if I wanna go… I don’t have anything cute to wear.” “What about that nice black cocktail dress I bought you for Christmas?” Michael’s mom interjected much to Kelly’s surprise. “Oh yeah Pam… That could work, but… I don’t know. I’m kinda tired.” Kelly complained not wanting to get out from under the blanket. Michael could get the sense that Kelly wasn’t too keen on going to the party. A fact that worked for him. However, his mother didn’t seem to take the hint. “Go try it on, see how you feel then.” Pam encouraged, as Kelly reluctantly gave in. “Okay, I’ll see how it looks.” She replied, while struggling to get off the couch. Reaching for Michael to help her, Kelly added, “I’m feeling heavy… Ugh… Can you help me up?” “Sure thing. Up you go fatass.” Michael teased, earning a frown from Kelly and a yelp from his mother. “Michael!” Pam growled coming to Kelly’s defense. “He’s just joking.” Kelly assured her, as Michael helped her to her feet with a grunt. While the couple headed to Michael’s room, Kelly conveyed to him her desire to stay in for New Year’s Eve. She wasn’t feeling super confident in herself after an indulgent week and a half. She tried on the dress a few days earlier, and it wasn’t exactly flattering for her figure either. Understanding where Kelly was coming from, Michael supported her desire to stay home, but expressed his desire to go out and at least see their friends for an hour or so before returning to her. Kelly found this acceptable, and returned to the couch, as Michael set out for the party… An hour later, Kelly checked her phone. No word from Michael. Half an hour after that, Kelly checked again. Still, no word. Figuring that he’d lost track of time, Kelly sent him a few texts, but half an hour after that she still didn’t get any responses. The night was still young, but Kelly was starting to feel a little worried. Michael was normally better at responding to her. Not wanting to spend New Years Eve alone with Michael’s parents, Kelly reluctantly decided to surprise him at the party. Although she didn’t really have anything pretty to wear. … At the party, Michael had indeed lost track of time hanging out among his friends. As these parties usually went, someone’s parents were out of town and the place was going absolutely wild. Alcohol was being served in the basement, music was blasting everywhere, and the place was packed so tightly that it was hard to get around without bumping into someone every three steps. Michael had been hanging out by the pong tables in the basement until he needed a refill for his beer. That’s when he checked his phone for the first time since arriving at the party and saw all of Kelly’s texts. Finding a lonely place in the corner of the room, he mulled over how best to respond. He was feeling fairly buzzed from all the beer he’d had and wasn’t thinking as clearly as he could be. “Oh, hi Michael!” A cheery voice squeaked, causing the young man to lazily lift his gaze. His eyes were met with a treat. It was Amber, one of Kelly’s friends from cheerleading. Although her formerly brunette colored hair was dyed completely blue, she was too pretty not to recognize. Her long blue hair was fashioned into very long pigtails, and she was appropriately dressed in skimpy red dress. Fit as ever, Amber’s body was everything Kelly’s used to be. “Hey Amber. Where’s you been all night?” Michael tipsy replied, not even realizing he’d slipped up with what he was trying to say. “Dancing.” Amber responded earnestly, trying to force her typically reserved voice to rise above the volume of the music. She didn’t seem ** one bit as she continued, “Where’s Kelly? I wanted to say hi.” “Yeeeeah.... Have you seen her Instagram recently?” Michael inquired, hoping he could dance around the truth. “Nope.” Amber shook her head. Prompting Michael to grit his teeth and work up the courage to be honest. “Well, she's gained a little bit of weight. It's been bothering her a bit sooo she hasn't wanted to go out.” Michael summarized with a shrug, “So here I am, all by myself... More beer for me.” “How much weight? Like a lot?” Amber wondered, seeming more interested than judgmental. Her tone was quite a departure from his other friends when he’d told them the truth about Kelly, but it still didn’t put him at ease. People had given him too much sh*t for having a fat girlfriend for him to be chill about this. “Umm, I don’t know, *gulp* what’s ‘like a lot?’” Michael stammered feeling uncomfortable. He never imagined having a fat girlfriend would be so embarrassing. “Likeee, give or take 50 pounds?” Amber estimated, as she put a hand on her hip and seemed to continue thinking about it. Letting out a sigh, Michael responded unenthusiastically, “Then… yeah. All she does is party and sleep. She loves her food and alcohol, and she isn’t motivated to exercise. She started complaining a few weeks ago that none of her clothes fit anymore. Now all she wears are baggy sweaters and sweatpants. She complains, but she doesn’t seem to want to change her lifestyle. She loves her carbs. I don’t think she’s slowing down anytime soon.” “Oh my god, I can’t believe it.” Amber gasped, quickly bringing her hand to her mouth to cover the smile that was quickly emerging from her lips. Michael had seen this reaction before from some of Kelly’s other female friends. It was like the jealous b*tches had all been rooting for her to get fat the whole time. It annoyed him that Amber seemed happy about this news, but not as much as the fact that people continued to judge him right along with Kelly. Trying to absolve himself of blame, Michael immaturely continued throwing Kelly under the bus for the sake of his own reputation. “College has taken a toll on her body. Her weight gain has gone everywhere. Her face, chin, arms, midsection, ass, and legs. All her clothes show off her gut and love handles. Her only source of cardio the last few months has been sex and walking to the door to pick up delivery.” Michael ** complained thinking he could spin the truth in a way that might garner some sympathy from Amber. “She must like that extra weight to keep her warm during those cold Ohio winters hahaha.” Amber laughed, seeming a bit excited by this news. Michael couldn’t understand the extent to Amber’s joy. It was one thing to root for the downfall of a competitor on the dating market, it was quite another to celebrate this much. He remained puzzled until Amber continued, “And you two are… still dating?” And then he understood. Or at least he thought he did. He always guessed that Amber had eyes for him. She’s always been kind to everyone, but it seemed like she was especially nice to Kelly, perhaps as a way of getting closer to him. Interpreting her present comment as a form of flirting, Michael felt quite flattered. He’d fantasized about getting with Kelly’s hot friend in the past on more than one occasion. It was nice to know he still had quality options if things with Kelly didn’t pan out, but in his mind that’s all Amber was. A plan B. In his mind, Kelly was still the love of his life, even if she’d grown into a bit of a social liability. Not wanting to lead Amber on, Michael decided to be as truthful as possible about things with Kelly. “Yeah, of course. I’m not attracted to women who are overweight, but Kelly is still very interesting… and funny… and… I think I love her,” Michael hesitated, before the alcohol in his system allowed him to continue with his thoughts unfiltered, “My friends keep teasing me about having a ‘fat girlfriend.’ And… I’m ashamed and embarrassed to say it, but I’m not as attracted to her as I was before. If she doesn’t get back in shape this summer, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. But… I’m sure she’ll get back to her old self. I’m sure of it.” “If she doesn’t, suit yourself. I’d take a fun girl with a beer belly over a beauty queen any day of the week.” Amber replied much to Michael’s confusion. He was about to ask her what she’d meant by that, when all of a sudden, Amber caught a glimpse of a familiar blonde walking down the steps of the basement, “Speak of the devil. That’s her, isn’t it? My god, she did get fat!” Turning his focus to Kelly making her way down the steps across the crowded basement, Michael watched as she slowly stumbled down the steps. She looked totally ** and was sporting a huge, bloated belly poking out of her unbuttoned jeans. Her shirt, one of the new long-sleeve button-down ones that his mother had purchased for her, appeared strained to the limit and hanging on for dear life around her bulbous muffin-top. Grumbling to himself, Michael cursed, “What is she doing here??” Racing over to meet up with her, and shoving Amber out of the way, Michael had to contend with the overcrowded nature of the basement. Squeezing by people slowed his progress. He only caught up with Kelly a minute later at the makeshift bar. He could hear what she was ordering and wasn’t pleased. “I’ll have a rum and coke.” Kelly tipsily requested, as Michael arrived beside her. “Make it a rum and diet.” Michael clarified to the bartender. “Michael! Stop it, don’t embarrass me.” Kelly huffed sounding very annoyed by Michael’s little stunt just now. “I’m trying to help you! You obviously can’t help yourself.” Michael complained poking Kelly right in her exposed blobby stomach where her shirt was riding up. He then grabbed a handful of her belly and gave Kelly’s blubber a little shake. Kelly turned so red so quickly that all she could do to deal with her embarrassment was to try and struggle to pull her shirt back down. “When did you get here? No… What are you even doing here? I thought you wanted to stay in?” Michael questioned sounding disappointed. “I wanted to stay in with you! And you never came home! So, I came here to find you, but I couldn’t, so I started drinking.” Kelly began explaining sounding quite inebriated. “And now you’re **. Great.” Michael concluded before moving on, “What are you wearing? You look like a bloated couch potato.” “I didn’t look this bad when I left the house. I swear.” Kelly promised, as Michael was about ready to snap at her. However, before he could get a word in, someone cut him off. “Easy Michael, shame your girlfriend about gaining weight, it will backfire.” Amber explained, inserting herself between the squabbling couple. Turning her attention to her former teammate, Amber smiled and said, “Hey Kelly, I think you look great.” “Really?” Kelly questioned doubtfully. She’d been practically ostracized the moment she arrived. It was like fat was a disease people were afraid to catch if they interacted with her. “Really. You’re smoking hot.” Amber promised, as she leaned in and gave Kelly’s squishy body a big hug. Once they separated, Amber’s eyes lingered excitedly on Kelly’s pronounced belly. Feeling this stare a hundred times over, Kelly recoiled and muttered, “Thanks, but I know, I gotta go back to the gym.” “Everyone put on a little weight in college.” Amber replied, while she bit her lip and added, “I had a big crush on you last year, but if I’m being honest, it’s even bigger now.” “What??” Kelly stammered caught off guard. She was too ** to really put together what was happening. Michael was stunned into silence too. Now that odd comment earlier made sense. Amber must have come out of the closet now that she was in college. He never would have suspected Amber was a lesbian, but she never did have a boyfriend back when she was in high school. “I love your belly, it’s so cute!” Amber cheered, as she grabbed Kelly’s gut with both hands and playfully squeezed it three times blissfully squeaking, “Squeeze-squeeze-squeeze!” as she did. Blushing so ferociously she felt she might explode, Kelly couldn’t form a sentence in response, much less a single word. Amber was always so nice that she sometimes seemed a little… off. But Kelly hadn’t known she was gay. Not until right now. “I’d love to see you squeeze into your old cheer uniform.” Amber continued, as Michael stepped in and tried to put an end to Amber hitting on his girlfriend. “She’s not putting on the cheer outfit until she loses the belly, and she’s certainly not going to put it on for you Amber. Keep dreaming.” Michael replied defensively, while he put his arm around Kelly’s shoulders and she quickly threw his arm off of her. “I want to talk about bellies actually.” Kelly tipsily interjected. The overabundance of liquid courage in her system was helping her get over the momentary embarrassment she was feeling in response to Amber’s flattery and helping her focus on Michael’s rude behavior regarding her body, “You see I think it’s a bit funny, that y’know us ladies are allowed to have big boobs and that’s seen as really attractive but having a big belly… it’s not the same vibe. Why is that? It’s not fair, it’s not okay. It’s normal to get bloated, I’ve eaten a lot of food today, I’m pretty bloated, this is how it’s going to sit. Like, stop judging me Michael! Although this is a situation going on here with my gut, it’s not the worst, it could be better, but just because I don’t have a perfectly flat stomach doesn’t mean I’m hideous!” “Amen Kelly! You said it!” Amber cheered much to Michael’s annoyance. “Shut up Amber.” Michael grunted tired of her sh*t, before replying to Kelly, “You used to be so beautiful and skinny, now you’re standing here with literally the body type of a refrigerator acting like nothings different! That’s f*cked up! Your belly doesn’t make you hideous, but it’s not doing you any favors. Don’t get mad at me for being honest. Don’t let Amber confuse you. I’m the one who loves you, I’m the one who wants what’s best for you.” “Sometimes I’m not so sure about that anymore.” Kelly snapped, not backing down, “You used to complement me so much. You used to call me beautiful every day… Suddenly, you judge me for eating cupcakes? Last Christmas you bought me a necklace, this Christmas you bought me a scale. It feels like you respect me less simply on the basis of how big I’ve gotten. There are no complements now. Only silence. You don’t think I’m beautiful anymore. All because I put on some weight. That’s not love. That’s not f*cking love Michael!” And just like that, Kelly stormed off, her softened body jiggling as she did, with Amber in quick pursuit. “Kelly, wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…” Michael stammered not fully comprehending what had just happened.