Good Golly Miss Molly
"Hey, are you listening, or are you just starting at Molly's rack?" I heard Mark saying to George just across the hall. I was just sitting down by my locker, getting some studying done, but now I felt George's eyes heavy right on my chest. My shirt was a little low cut to my chest, and my arms were crossed, and I realized that I had a good 2 inches of cleavage showing. I pretended not to hear, and simply uncrossed my arms, and busied my hands with my papers. "Hey shutup man. Have some respect. She's a great girl, just.....very well....endowed." What can I say. It's not MY fault that I'm packing some 36 D's. "Yea, you're telling me. Look at those knockers, man." Mark! That asshole. I can't stand him. "Dude, what did I just fucking say! Hey man, I gotta go. See ya later." Before he left, he started started again. I decided that he was being a nice guy, and he just couldn't help himself, so I gave him a little treat. I crossed my arms again, giving him a good look, then I raised my eyes and winked. His face turned red and he walked away. I had a little giggle, which made my midsection reverberate a little. With my crossed arms, I started to feel that my belly had gotten a little fat. No rolls yet, still pretty flat, just got a little soft, thats all. Probably just 5 pounds. But that can't be excused, I'm gonna start excersizing this off today. I showed up to the weight room that very day, wearing short mesh shorts and a top that just covered my breasts. When I was putting on my shoes, I noticed that my tummy started to fold over slightly. How did I get out of hand? Oh well, these things happen when you're 16. I got on the treadmill and started jogging. 30 minutes at 6 miles an hour, that should be good for a workout. I saw in the mirror right in front of me that my breasts were bouncing rhythmically with my strides. There's no way I could hide this, and frankly it was sort of exhilarhating, so I just kept on going. I also saw that my thighs started to get a little bigger, which must also mean that my ass is bigger too. Maybe I'm worse off than I thought. About 6 minutes into my running session, George showed up and got on the treadmill next to me. He's pretty cute, I thought. I started to glow, was getting pretty hot, and a little tired too. Wow, I really let myself go! I'm so out of shape. "A little winded there?" George asked as he squeezed me side gently, causing me to cringe a little at that side. "Haha....(breath)...a little, I guess!" I'm a ditz, or atleast acted like it, so I always said things with emphasis. It helped me with the guys, so I thought. "Don't worry about it, tomorrow it'll be much easier for you." Then he cranked his machine way up to 10 mph and ran for 10 minutes, no problem. What a guy. Meanwhile, I'm here running almost 1/2 as fast as he is, and I'm totally whipped. Then he even goes off and lifts weights. I barely finish my running. He then gives me a little tap on my butt and says "See you tomorrow, Molly." I notice my ass jiggling around a little after he slapped it. "......." I'm too out of breath to say bye, so I just smiled and waved. I got home, did about 30 minutes of homework, ate a big dinner (I was soo hungry!) and went to sleep at 7. The next morning, I was so sore. I took my shower, rubbing my small, but soft belly, feeling my large, gravity defying breasts. After I got out of the shower, I decided to weigh myself. 125 pounds. I was right, 5 pounds up. Not too bad, for 5'8". So off to school. My bra is a little smaller than it used to be, so I had to adjust it often, causing considerable movement in my boobs, and sure enough, I caught George staring many times, always exchanging a smile to him, and watching him turn his head quickly. A fun little game. Again, I ran, with just slightly better results this time. But at night, I went to the movies with a bunch of my classmates, among them was George. He sat down next to me, putting his big bucket of popcorn between me and him, encouraging me to have as much as I wanted. Then we had a nice little chat. "Hey, George?" "Yea?" I hesitated for the next remark. "Umm, I've been catching you....looking at me....often." He seemed stunned, a little off guard. "Wh...what do you mean?" "You know, staring at my.....my chest." His face got red again. "Umm.....well....I..." "Don't worry about it. I, just...want to know what you think of me?" "Molly, I think you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I can't get you out of my mind. And by the way, since you don't have eye's behind your head, I think you have the greatest butt." "Re-really? I think my butt is too big, dont you think so?" "No, not at all. Its perfect. You're perfect the way you are. A little...skinny, but other than that." "Skinny? I really have been gaining weight. Look here, I'm getting a belly." I pulled my shirt up and showed him my little bit of fat. He put his hand flush against my stomach, it felt so warm and relaxing. "This is nothing to be ashamed of. You need to loosen up, just relax about all of this." I didn't realize this until about 2 minutes after it started, but he had started feeding me the popcorn. I didn't mind, it was very good, salty and buttery, and my stomach had started to rumble a little anyway. In 10 minutes, I had finished the entire thing, and my stomach was a little bit rounded, George's hand still keeping me in a state of limbo. I was going to like this guy. Three months since we've been going out, I've put on 10 pounds, but I think it looks good and so does George, so its no problem. I still fit into all of my clothes, just a little snugly. "It makes you look so sexy," George always says. I still run every day, and I'm in better shape than before, just softer. My thighs are a little bigger, my ass is both wider and deeper. My belly sticks out about 1 inch from where my pants fasten, but doesn't hang, and my breasts push, and even "pour" slightly out of the sides of the cups on my bra. And here's where the serious weight gain comes in. George left for Europe at the beginning of summer, and my parents left for New England for two months. They decided to leave me with a friend, Jane. Jane was a party animal, and drank a lot of beer, especially for someone who is only 5'2". But with that beer, she developed a nice appetite and she weighs around 150 pounds, and doesn't mind at all. There was a party almost every night, and I started smoking a little bit of weed. It's not too bad for you, but the munchies it gave me were a killer. I would eat massive quantities of food almost everynight, and then fall asleep an hour later with all of that food sitting my belly just waiting to be stored as body fat. Also, with Jane eating as much as she does, I matched her meals all the time and never noticed how much I was eating. I woke up one morning, her parents out of town for the weekend, just in my panties because my bra had become too constricting. Jane was gone, so I got up and didn't bother to get dressed. I washed my face and then sat down in the recliner and watched some TV. I had a bowl of cereal and a big glass of milk to hold me off for a while. Then Jane came in holding a McDonald's bag. I had cleaned up, and pretended not to have eaten. She pulled out her 20 piece chicken nuggets, cheeseburger, fries and drink and threw the bag away. "Nothing for me?" I asked, and gave her the puppy dog eyes. "Nope, sorry. You could use to cut back some anyway there, Mo'." She poked me in my soft flab. "But I'm HUNGRY! And what about you?" I poked her right back, her stomach much deeper and softer than mine. "Well I happen to have a good excuse." "And whats that?" "I start my diet tomorrow." "Oh come on, please could you drive me back to McDonald's? I'm really hungry and I haven't eaten yet." "Oh fine. Get dressed and meet me downstairs." She took her cheeseburger, but left her fries and 19 of her McNuggets. I started to get dressed when the aroma hit my nose. Maybe just one. Mmm. Well, maybe one more, but thats IT. It went on like this, till I had eaten all of the nuggets and fries....in 2 minutes. "Shit!" I said to myself. So I came up with a brilliant plan and scattered the stuff on the floor as if the dog had come in and eaten it. Then I went downstairs, concealing any evidence I left on my mouth, and we went out and I got myself a nice big meal. One Big Mac, another 20 nuggets, and 2 supersized fries. I couldn't beleive I was so hungry! I devoured the burger and the nuggets as if I hadn't eaten for weeks. Then I gradually worked my way through the fries before we got home. I stripped to my panties again and lied down in the recliner just in time to hear Jane yell "DAMMIT DOG!" Haha. Good times. I dozed off. After the first month I had gained 10 pounds. 145. Then George got home for a week before he left for another month for camp. He showed up at Jane's house in awe. "Look how fat....I mean, sexy you've gotten, Molly!" "Fat?! Oh my God, look at me. I AM a cow. I know I gained some weight, but I still....I still look good right, honey?" "You look better than ever. Are you STILL wearing your 120 lb clothes?" "Barely." I had on some jean cutoffs that closed so tightly that it made my belly and my love handles sag over the edge of the tight jeans. "Well, you're looking good. Have you been running still?" "Umm.....well, do I LOOK like I have?" "Not at all." He pinched me in the ass. "You had better start. I don't care how fat you get, just so long as you're healthy. In fact, lets go run now." "Umm, well, I guess. We'll go a little slow though, OK?" "Whatever." So I got dressed in my little workout top and short short shorts, barely covering my ass. My boobs were oozing out of the sides of the top. It was kind of embarrassing, but it turned me on, so I went with it. After the first mile, I knew that I was in the worst shape of my life. My breasts, belly, butt, and thighs were jiggling uncontrollably. My blonde hair fell over my eyes, drenched with sweat. "George, I have to stop.......(pausing for breath)....PLEASE!" He looked back and saw my body in motion, jiggling, shaking. Then he quickly grabbed me and we sat down at a conveniently close bench. Maybe he had to sit down too after seeing me. "Thanks (gasp." "You're really out of shape you know." He sat there, breathing normally. "But don't diet, instead, just keep running with me." "You....won't have to worry....about me not dieting.......I couldn't stand to be away from food.....its obvious." George kept staring at me, staring at my heaving chest and belly that is. I waited another 2 minutes till I started breathing normally. "Can we walk home now?" "Sure sweetie." He put his arm around my waist and we slowly walked home. When we got back to Jane's, I drank a big glass of water, then started immediately on some lasagna that Jane had made. "Jane? What did you do with my Molly?" George jokingly asked with his hand rubbing my belly while I was digging in to my lasagna. "Do ya like her? I still have a month to work with her, ya know." I smiled. "Well, that's fine with me, just don't kill her." "Well its not me. She's doing it herself." Jane poked me in the side. I smiled and made an innocent face. "What is that look? Sure it's cute, but you've been stuffing your face since the day you got here. I'm surprised you're not even fatter!" "Well, I'm not THAT fat!" I said with a mouthful of lasagna. "I'm not as big as you are, tubby!" I gave Jane a poke in her fat belly. "No, but you sure are getting there." "I'm just filling out, getting some more curves, thats all. You're just jealous because YOU don't look as good as me." I smiled, letting her know that I was kidding, because she looks great. Meanwhile, I didn't notice that I'd finished 3/4ths of the lasgna. I grabbed a coke and chugged it down in minimal time. "Well I'm gonna go take a shower, are you gonna stay here George?" "Yea, I'll be here." I smiled and took off upstairs. After the shower, I rubbed my full belly, and felt very tired. I just got into my panties and a bra and walked out. George was on sitting in the recliner watching the tube when I walked in. "You're a blessing, you know that?" He was so flattering. "Well, maybe a little one." "Little?" "Ok, so I'm a big one." I sat in his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I felt his erection pushing against my soft ass. "We're gonna need to get you some new outfits. Look at this, you're bra is digging into your back," he rubbed my back where rolls were starting to form because of the small bra,"and your breasts are literally pouring out of the cups." He squeezed my boobs a few times, and rubbed the excess breast meat that was oozing out of the sides. "And those panties aren't holding up very well, are they?" He snapped the elastic band back and it hit my soft hip flesh. Then my belly rumbled. "You really HAVE just been eating the entire time haven't you?" "What can I say? I'm just a natural. Hey, will you go get me some McDonalds or Kentucky Fried Chicken or something?" "Ehhhhh.....why not. Don't move." "Don't worry, I wont." I smiled and waved as he walked out of the door, still with a big hard on. I couldn't possibly wait all this time without food, I'm so hungry. I took of my constricting bra, the tension causing it to fling of my body as I undid the clasp. I also put on another pair of skimpy jean shorts. Then I got myself a bowl of chocolate cereal and put 4 waffles in the nice big luxury toaster Jan had. Then I got a big bag of doritos, smothered the waffles in peanut butter and syrup (its the best, try it!) and took it all back to the recliner. I ate the cereal and waffles pretty quick, then snacked on the Doritos, just finishing when George walked in with both a McDonald's bag and fried chicken. "Molly, I'm back!" Then he walked into the living room, seeing me amidst an empty bowl, plate, and an empty bag of doritos with my big breasts sitting up and out bare. "I paid $20 for this, why'd you just waste it like this?" "No, I'll eat it. I'm not THAT full." Then I realized I WAS that full, my belly resting onto my thighs past the end of the jeans. "Well, maybe I'm pretty full, but I'll try, ok?" "Oh no, you're going to eat this all." "ALL of it? You can't be serious!" "I'm going to feed it to you if I have to." I took off my jean shorts. I would've loved to have busted out of those, but because I fastened them below my belly, it would be too painful. That opened me up a little bit. Then George handed me a burger. I ate it, but he kept complaining that I was eating it too slowly. This was pretty erotic, actually, I thought to myself. Then he gave me a supersized order of fries. I went through them several at a time, mouth always full. When I was done, I felt so full. My belly was just begging me to just release the pressure. Then he gave me a bucket of fried chicken. I went through 3 legs myself, and one thigh. I liked to think that each body part of the chicken would at fat to that corresponding body part on me, a fun little game. Then came several chicken breasts, which I had plenty of already. But I was way to full, and George realized this, and started to feed them to me. Rubbing my belly with his free hand. This was terrific, even though it was sort of painful. It was a shame that they didnt have chicken belly meat, so I just pictured syphoning some of the meat from the breasts. Then came the corn on the cob. I don't know how fat this will make me, but it sure is good. So I smothered it with butter before mowing through it. Then I ate 3 biscuits, buttery and...well not sweet, but just delicious. "That's it, you ate it all. Good girl." Then I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room, halfway in profile, halfway a front shot. "Oh my...." I managed to whisper. Me, crumbs and bits of food all over my face. Then my huge breasts, now dwarfed by my distended belly, which for the most part covered my fat ass and jiggling thighs. Then I saw the bag of doritos, the empty plate of waffles, the big bowl of cereal, then the McDonalds and fried chicken wrappers and bags covering the floor. I broke down and started to cry. "Look at me. I'm so FAT." The fact that I was crying made the word "fat" sound so cacophonous. But George held me close and kissed me on the forehead. "Don't worry, don't worry about it. I love you." I sat there crying for 20 minutes, and George just sat there and comforted me the entire time. Then I fell into a deep sleep. The dream was so vivid. There I was, back at 120 pounds, feeling so light and nimble. I was doing well in sports, attracting all sorts of guys. My grades were good, life was good. Then , one day, this really nice guy took me out to dinner. He told me to order whatever I wanted. I was a little bit hungry, so I ordered a big 16 oz. steak. I start eating the steak, and I just get hungrier. I order more steak, and a baked potato. I eat more and more. My belly starts to grow out, not like it is full, but like I'm getting fatter. After a few steaks, it looks like it looks on my right now. But I'm still so hungry. I eat more, and more, and more. Then my breasts bust free of their constricting barrier, as well as my belly. The shirt splits down the front to one point between my breasts and my belly. I keep eating more and more. The people in the restaurant stare at me, as I begin to yell for more food. The waiter begins stacking the food on the table. The guy who is paying is just smiling, not a greedy, evil smile, just a comforting, sweet smile. The shirt fully rips off, and the bra comes off with it. Then my thighs break through the seams on the side of the jeans just as my hips explode out of the sides. The button flies off and breaks a window. Not a little sissy window, but a big, bullet-proof one. I'm sitting there in my panties, my belly pushing the table away from me. My ass is stretching the panties until they are see through. I keep eating, more and more. The waiter whispers something into my date's ear. He gets up and leaves. Then the waiter tells me that they are out of food after I finish these next 5 steaks. I don't care, I eat the steaks just as fast as ever, then the chair buckles and breaks beneath my bulk, my panties as well. Then my boyfriend crashes through the wall with a forklift. The prongs slide beneath my ass, and, very slowly, it starts to lift me, but I can tell that the hydrolic lifts are having trouble. It turns on a dime and back out the hole in the wall. We drive down the street, people bringing me food, burgers, subs, fries, cokes. I consume them all readily and finally the forklift stops at the edge of a cliff. When my boyfriend gets of, the weight is changed enough so that the front of the forklift, with my weight on it, tips and I fall into the huge pit. Then I land, 10 feet down, on a giant pile of fast food, stretching across the entire thing. I eat all of it, ALL of it. My belly, breasts and ass fill the pit so that my head is popping up. My head is still normal size, not fat added. And I belch. "All full!" I yell. Then the crowd that had gathered starts to leave. Soon the place is desolate. I'm left alone. Abandoned, unable to move anything below my neck. Then, I feel something on me. I can't identify which part of me, sort of feels like my belly, but my belly could go under my legs and behind my head for all I know. Then it touches my hair, brushing it from my eyes. "I will never leave you, Molly." George's voice is deep, and soothing. Then I wake up. "I will never leave you, Molly." George whispers into my ear, still holding me. "George, what time is it?" "9:30." "I've been asleep for 6 hours?!" "Yes. Have I told you how beautiful you are?" "And you sat here the entire time, all of my weight on you?" "I told you. I will never leave you." I smiled and we sat for another minute. The silence was interrupted by the deep roar of my belly.