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This is a continuation of the story "Kim", from this thread: Kim Epilogue Part 2: Life at the Bottom After Kim had fainted in class, the school nurse was called in, and the formerly popular blonde was wheeled out on a gurney, her domed gut poking out of her clothes, much to the amusement of the other students in the class. While the school nurse examined her, Kim pretended to feel much worse than she really did, scheming to get the rest of the day off due to a “medical emergency”. When she arrived home, she dumped her bag on the couch, splashed her face with water, and made her way into the kitchen. Kim spent the rest of the day in a familiar mode: snacking and lounging. Laying in front of the TV, she made her way through half a barbecue chicken pizza, two cream eclairs, and washed it down with a litre of chocolate milk. She was forced to deny herself the usual pleasure of social media, as she knew all her feeds would be full of the video of the prom catastrophe - and maybe even her fainting at school today, besides. She didn’t deny herself other pleasures, however, and munched through a party-sized bag of sour cream’n’onion chips, continuing to laze on the couch late into the night. Finally, the chip bag empty and her belly full, she dragged herself up to bed and fell asleep. Sunlight peeked through Kim’s pink curtains as morning arrived. She groaned, rolling over, grabbing for her phone and knocking it off the bedside table. She’d had gluttonous dreams, and was dreading waking up. It meant that once again she would have to face the task of getting ready for school. Kim grabbed a half-empty bottle of Coke from her nightstand and brought it to her lips, guzzling down the flat, warm, sugary beverage. She felt a surge of energy - the caffeine helped. She let out a loud burp, rolled out of bed, and lumbered into her closet in a daze. It took over half an hour for the once put-together blonde to pick out a simple, three-piece outfit. The black turtleneck was an old top that stretched over Kim’s breasts, but only made it about halfway down her belly without the girdle. The black tights, similarly, she barely managed to pull over her ass, and the hem came up just under her belly at the front. Her legs and arms, chest and shoulders were covered with black fabric, but her fat gut bulged out between her top and bottoms, mocking her. The plaid green skirt had arrived in the mail the day before, one of a few items she’d ordered recently online. She tugged it over her head, over her breasts, and its elastic waistband came to rest on top of her protruding stomach. The high-waisted skirt flared out, its job not only to disguise the shape of her expanding middle, but to cover the bare, exposed flesh of her bulbous lower belly. Kim sighed. At least the outfit was stylish. She turned sideways, and suppressed a groan at how wide her side profile had become. She tried feebly to suck in, only to find that she couldn’t - she was still too full. As she relaxed, her belly slumped out even further. She sighed dejectedly again, turned away from the mirror, and paired the outfit with a pair of black heels. She quickly checked her hair and makeup, and headed out to school. --- Kim’s morning classes passed uneventfully, much to her relief. She was doing her best not to attract any attention, and somehow, it actually seemed to be working. She was careful to arrive early to class, sit at the back, and avoid eye contact with other students. She tried to look busy by playing with her phone. The most popular girl in school was busy texting… people! Of course she had someone to text! In truth, Kim was mindlessly scrolling through feeds, trying to keep herself distracted. When the lunch bell rang, Kim made her way to the cafeteria and took her place in line. She forced herself to adopt her usual haughty demeanor, her nose in the air with a Hmph! attitude, as if nothing had changed. She still avoided looking at anyone, although she knew they were looking at her. When she reached the front of the line, she resisted the urge to choose the pizza and chocolate cake, and instead chose macaroni and cheese, potato salad, and apple juice - all in moderate portions. These were inoffensive options, and she didn’t want to give Melanie, the cheerleaders, or anyone else any more reasons to make fun of her. Carrying her tray of food, Kim started towards her usual lunch table, directly in the centre of the cafeteria. With a start, she realized it was empty. Ashley and Jenna’s chairs - normally on either side of hers - were gone. Trying to stay calm, she slowly surveyed the scene. Ashley and Jenna were nowhere to be seen. The background hum of cafeteria noise seemed to die down. Kim glanced around - was everyone looking at her?! She had been so used to this feeling before... but now, she didn’t like it. Kim realized this was her first lunch at school since prom. Her table must be empty because Ashley and Jenna had found other seats… She swallowed nervously. She was the most popular girl in school! She couldn’t sit alone! Ok, her popularity might have declined a little… but… she would get it back! No one sat alone! Even the losers at the bottom of the heap had someone to sit with! If Kim sat alone at lunch, it would be a surefire sign to everyone of just how far her status had fallen. Alone wasn’t an option. Kim looked at the table nearest her. Three girls of mid-tier social status glared back. She started haltingly towards them, before remembering that she’d once started a dirty piece of gossip about the one on the left. Their faces told her that they’d later found out where that gossip came from. Kim moved to the next table. A group of Asian students. One or two looked up from their phones, barely noticing her. One of the girls, with cute pigtails and a stylish top, scowled at Kim. The look in her eyes said, “Don’t even think about it!” As Kim kept walking, she began to feel a feeling she never thought she’d feel in this cafeteria: nervous. The next table was a mix of girls and guys, about one tier lower on the social ladder than Melanie and her friends. Kim scanned their faces - was that… Ashley!? She almost called out to her before she caught herself. Ashley had dyed her hair, and was dressed differently. Kim started moving towards the table, before catching the eye of one of the other girls. Her name was… Lexi? Laura? Lauren! Kim suddenly remembered that she had once pretended to steal Lauren’s boyfriend, only to turn him down at the last minute, humiliating them both. Lauren locked eyes with Kim, her mouth grim, and slowly shook her head. Kim looked imploringly towards Ashley, but her former friend avoided eye contact completely, looking away. Kim carried on, avoiding the next table when she realized that she had at least four pieces of “borrowed” clothing from its occupants sitting somewhere in the back of her closet. The next table was cheerleaders, and she tried to hurry past, click-clacking in her high heels with her tray of food balanced out in front of her stomach. Kim felt her face grow hot as one of them said “As if!” loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. She checked the next few tables - more glares, head-shakes, and smirks. Someone made a snorting noise, “Oink oink!” and giggling spread out through the crowd. Kim gritted her teeth. She saw Melanie and her friends a few tables down, stopped, and gulped. They were staring at her like everyone else. With all eyes on her, it gradually sunk in for Kim that she would get the same reception at every single table in the cafeteria… Except one. She turned to the table at the centre of the lunchroom. It looked even more isolated, more central, more alone than ever before. In the past, Kim had loved how this privileged position had given her a perfect view of everyone else in the school. Now, it would give everyone else a perfect view of her. Every angle, from all sides. Slowly, dejectedly, she walked over to the table and placed her tray down, pulled out the chair, and sat down. Immediately the tension in the room lifted, as if a collective sigh had been let out by the student body. It had been decided, and everyone could see it. Kim was sitting alone. Gradually, the hum of noise in the cafeteria returned to its natural level. Sitting as still as possible, her insides squirming, Kim fought the urge to get up and run out. She painstakingly picked up her utensils, took a small forkful of mac’n’cheese, and lifted it to her mouth. She ate slowly, intentionally, holding herself back. She could still feel dozens of pairs of eyes watching her. She knew what they were thinking. The former popular girl was now a fat loser, sitting alone. Ugh! It made her blood boil, but she pushed the anger away. She had to keep up appearances! Nothing was bothering her! It was all fine! These people were the losers, not Kim! She was still the queen! AuuuggggGHHHH! Halfway through lunch hour, she decided she was finished. In fact, she couldn’t take it anymore, feeling so vulnerable and exposed, with so many people’s attention on her. Ok, I’m going to get up and put this tray away, with my food half-finished. I’ll show them I’m not a pig! I’m still Kim!! She wiped her mouth carefully on her napkin, pushed her chair back, and stood up. She stepped back, still unused to carrying her girth without the girdle, felt her ankle wobble and - SNAP! Kim’s stiletto heel snapped and the heel of her foot hit the ground, hard. She wobbled for balance and the bottom of her gut bounced down, hitting the edge of her tray and flipping it up to - SPLAT! all over her front! Kim staggered back, the tray stuck to her front, knocking over her chair behind her with a loud CLANG-G!! With the noise, every single student whose attention wasn’t already on her turned to Kim. The cafeteria was dead silent. Kim stood in shock, her mouth hanging open, as the tray slid slowly down her front, leaving a trail of gooey mac’n’cheese and slimy potato salad before falling to the floor with another loud, echoing CLANG-G-G!! The crowd burst into laughter. Kim stood frozen in the middle of it all, her mouth agape. It took the deep heat of embarrassment in her face to bring her to her senses. She grabbed her handbag, face reddening by the second, and clomped her way across the cafeteria, the one broken heel forcing her into a lopsided gait that only made the formerly haughty queen’s hurried exit that much funnier for the onlookers. After what felt like an eternity, Kim finally made it out of the cafeteria, into the hall and out of sight from the crowd. She slumped against a locker, panting for breath. She looked down at her front - it was a total mess. Aaauughhh!! Furious, she made her way to the nearest bathroom. Observing the damage in front of the mirror, it was even worse than she’d thought. Her chest and belly were smeared with a long trail of gooey, orange cheese, pieces of macaroni, and white, chunky potato salad. The black of her top only made it stand out more. The apple juice had spilled all over the side of her skirt, and was starting to stain. Kim gritted her teeth through a grunt frustration. Her outfit was ruined! She grabbed some paper towels, soaked them in water, and tried to wipe the mess from her front. It only made it worse. The door of a bathroom stall behind Kim opened, and a girl walked out. Kim hadn’t noticed anyone was there. The girl was pretty, if not hot. She was the type that Kim might’ve started mean gossip about in the past, just to keep in line. The girl was wearing a blue dress over a smooth, taut figure. She washed her hands, then turned sideways to look at herself in the mirror, smoothing her dress down over a tiny belly bump. “Ugh”, exclaimed the girl, “I’m such a fat, disgusting mess!” She turned and flounced out of the bathroom, taking no more notice of Kim than she would a piece of furniture. Kim seethed, crumpling the paper towel in her hand and flinging it to the floor. This was pointless! She needed a better plan. She stepped forward and almost fell flat on her face - an unpleasant reminder that her heel was still broken! She pulled off the heels and hurled them into the trash can. Stomping down the hallway in her tights, she tugged a pair of white sneakers from her locker and put them on. They didn’t match her outfit but… whatever! Kim caught sight of her food-smeared top again in the mirror on the inside of her locker - she couldn’t be seen like this! She stormed through the halls looking for something, anything, as a plan started to form in her clouded, angry mind. She spotted a yellow hoodie hanging on a chair in an empty classroom. Aha! It had the school logo across its front, and looked huge when she held it up in front of her, but she found it only a little baggy once she’d put it on. It was bright, ugly, and unstylish… but at least it would cover up the mess. Kim shoved past two students lingering in the hall, pushed open the large double doors and walked out into the sunlight. She pulled a Snickers bar from her handbag and, munching furiously, made a beeline straight for the mall.

Kim Chapter 10.5 - Unconscious Urges These events take place after Chapter 10 & before Chapter 11 of the Kim story, which can be found on this forum and on this website. --- Kim smirked as she flung open the double doors of Westwood High. For a moment she simply stood in the doorway, hands on hips, basking in her own glow. She knew she looked stunning. Kim wore a tight black spaghetti strap tank top, low cut to highlight the deep cleavage formed by her pushed up breasts. It was cropped just above her belly button, revealing several inches of lean, tanned midriff. The red plaid miniskirt she wore on the bottom was just long enough to cover Kim’s round, heart-shaped ass while showing off her long, shapely legs. She had topped off the outfit with black heels, a designer purse slung over one shoulder, and her shining K-I-M necklace to bring yet more attention to her chest. Her lips were thick with gloss, her nails freshly painted, and her long blonde hair arrow-straight down to the small of her back. With a toss of her head, the undisputed queen of Westwood High began her trademark strut down the hall. Nose in the air, chest out, tummy sucked gently in. Glutes squeezing and hips swaying with every step, and a little arch in the lower back just to emphasize her rear. The students parted way for her as she strode through the crowded hall. Kim could practically feel their awe and envy as she paraded past their admiring faces. It was perfect. As Kim passed yet another awestruck student, she began to feel a slight tightness around her waist. What was that? She frowned slightly, but didn’t stop walking. The feeling of tightness grew - it was her skirt, digging into her… stomach? Her bra suddenly felt tighter too. Kim glanced down - this push up bra was really effective - her cleavage was huge! Wait… were her boobs getting bigger?! And the tightness at her waist - her stomach - oh god, it was getting bigger too! Her hands flew to her midsection, and to her shock Kim found that her flat, lean, toned stomach was transforming into a potbelly! The rounding bulge was pushing out between her top and the waistband of her skirt… and it was soft! Augh! She felt cool air on her bum, and reached behind - her ass was growing too, and it was sticking out the bottom of her skirt! She tried to tug the skirt down, but her bulging cheeks were too big! What was happening to her!? Kim could feel all eyes on her, and panic began to set in. The whole school was watching! She suddenly regretted the catwalk routine, but found herself unable to stop, continuing to saunter helplessly down the hall, several pounds adding to her figure with every step. She was sporting a full beer gut now, her rotund stomach bouncing and jiggling out in front of her. Kim tried desperately to suck in, managing to retract the mass of wobbling flesh back slightly towards her spine. But after just a few steps, her weak abs gave out and her gut sagged out even further than before, hanging precipitously over the straining waistband of her skirt. Aughhh! Where was her girdle?! Kim stared wide-eyed at the crowd around her - no longer admiring, but pointing and laughing! She felt the heat of embarrassment rising in her face, but she kept walking, one high-heeled foot in front of the other, as her bulging gut grew larger, her breasts swelled, and her growing ass became half visible under her failing skirt. She felt the waistband digging painfully into her flesh as her belly expanded past the point of what the poor skirt could take and - SNAP! The skirt burst off, leaving Kim’s heavy, round gut sagging freely out in front of her and her fat, wide ass visible for all to see. Her mouth was a wide open “O” of shock. Seconds later, her top couldn’t take the pressure and - SHRRIIIP! was torn clean off her body. All Kim had left now was her black push-up bra, barely containing her bulging breasts, her black thong, swallowed almost whole by her ballooning ass cheeks, and the heels click-clacking strapped tightly to her feet. She was stunned… and she still couldn’t stop the infernal walk! She continued to strut down the hall as if nothing had changed, surrounded by the laughing crowd. How could this be happening?? Down the hall, Kim saw the faint, angular outline of something… a podium! She… she had to get to the top! She willed her legs to move faster. The crown, it would be hers… she would be queen! She pressed forward, but the harder she tried to reach it, the more the podium receded into the distance. Augh! Make it stop!! As if on command, Kim stopped short. In front of her was a metal trough, completely out of place in the middle of a high school hallway. And it was full of… slop? Kim’s stomach grumbled loudly. The crowd watched with bated breath. Kim looked hungrily at the slop. Surely she wasn’t about to… No! She watched helplessly as her newly rotund body knelt down, on all fours, and stuck her face into the trough! Fresh laughter erupted from the crowd as Kim slurped and gulped noisily, swallowing bigger and bigger mouthfuls of slop. It was SO good…! She felt her belly filling with the thick, rich mixture and becoming taut, but she couldn’t stop! Gulp… gulp… gulp… … gulp… … gulp… ... … gulp… ... ... … gulp… … … Finally, Kim brought her face up out of the trough, gasping for air with slop dripping down her chin. Her face was the deep, dark red of pure mortification. The crowd hooted and hollered, pig noises mixed in with the jeers. Kim’s gut was so full that it sagged almost to the floor. And then she saw the podium again in the distance. The silhouette of a slim figure in a long dress glided angelically towards it, and Kim thought she could make out brown, curly hair… Was that… No! The girl reached the top of the podium, and a crown descended on her head… No! No!!! Unable to control herself, Kim shoved her face back into the trough, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of slop, her body expanding as the crowd laughed and jeered… No… This couldn’t be happening! Augh! Aauugghhhh! AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!! *** Kim felt hard, cold tile under her hands and knees. Her mouth was filled with something, and she swallowed with a gulp, feeling the sticky sweetness slide down her throat into her stomach. She slowly blinked her eyes open in confusion, then noticed with a start that there was a blurry brown shape just inches from her face. She squinted in the darkness, realizing the only light was coming from… the open fridge? The hallway, the crowd, the trough… they were gone. Kim was in her kitchen, on all fours, her hands splayed on either side of a half-demolished chocolate ice cream cake. The familiar tightness of her pale blue tank top and pink boy short pyjamas hugged her frame. Her lips, chin, and nose were covered with frosting… like some sort of slob! Ew! Kim sank back, sitting on the floor, her stuffed belly bulging out between the hem of her top and her short’s waistband - just like the dream! It was fading fast, but she remembered something about school, prom queen… Was it the usual dream where she won…? Kim let out a sudden, loud belch. BRRAAPPP!! Her mouth fell open with surprise and embarrassment. Augh! Gross! The queen of Westwood could never be caught dead burping like that! Or eating cake… off the floor!! EW!! Kim wrinkled her nose and prissily wrung her hands, as if she could ward away the gluttonous behavior that felt so unlike her. When her mini-panic had settled - and she was sure there were no more burps coming - Kim climbed to her feet, dumped the rest of the cake in the trash, closed the fridge, and moved to the sink to wash her face. She noticed, uncomfortably, how her swollen stomach pressed into the edge of the counter as she leaned forward to clean the chocolate frosting from her lips, chin, and nose. Wiping her face dry with a towel, Kim took a moment, panting and leaning on the counter, one hand on her hip. She was so full that simply washing her face had made her short of breath. She rested a hand on her taut belly. Ugghh… It was sticking out so far… Her stomach would settle by tomorrow… right? Kim made her way slowly back upstairs to her bedroom, using the full support of the bannister along the way. She stumbled into her room, cradling her swollen gut, and collapsed into bed. Within minutes, she was asleep and snoring. --- Let me know what you liked and didn't like!