Charlotte Blows Up

"Drat!" Charlotte cursed as she climbed off the scale. She couldn't believe how much weight she had gained over the winter. She was almost 134 pounds! For a whiny anorexic wannabe, that was pretty bad. The slender young blonde examined herself in the mirror. Hmm, she still had her figure. She had just added a few inches in certain areas. Her angora sweater bulged dangerously, the buttons straining to maintain a hold over her enlarged bust. Her tight jeans hugged her slightly rounder butt, and her waist didn't seem quite as wasp-like as it used to. Well, she would just have to work those extra pounds off at the gym. It shouldn't be too hard, unless she ran into that bitch Helen. Helen was always going around criticizing her. They had been rivals since High School, and it's petty people like that who make weight-gain stories so interesting. Sure, no one could remember why they had been rivals. That was unimportant. The fact remained that Helen would use this opportunity to make fun of her.

Actually, Charlotte used the thought of Helen bugging her as an excuse for not exercising. Instead she stayed home. And ate. And ate. And ate. During this time, she realized that eating was a lot more fun than exercising. This might be obvious to the rest of us, but Charlotte's whole life centered around her figure. It was actually kind of sad when you think about it. She couldn't bear to let anyone see her when she thought she looked like the goodyear blimp! She knew she was making things worse, but she couldn't help it. She just had too much pride. As the days turned to weeks, Charlotte went to work, ate, watched TV, ate, read a little, ate, ate, and ate. She also grew rounder. And rounder. And rounder. Eventually, even Charlotte began to realize she had a problem.

"Man, I really shouldn't have let my weight get so out of control!" She thought, trying to zipper her slacks. "I can't put this off any longer! I've got to go and work out even if it kills me!" She tugged off her too-tight pants, and began searching for her gym equipment. "Ah! Here it is!" she beamed, pulling out her usual spandex unitard. "I hope I can still fit into it." She glanced dubiously at her swollen mammaries, her expansive gut, and her large rump.

"Ugh!" Charlotte grunted as she attempted to squeeze her enormous butt into a skimpy leotard. "I couldn't have gained that much weight!" she thought. She tugged again, sliding her buns into the tight clinging leotard. The spandex pants rode up between her chubby butt cheeks and Charlotte had to yank them out repeatedly. A roll of blubber oozed out over her waistband. Her spandex halter top didn't fit too well either. She must have gone up at least two bra sizes! After she had stuffed herself into her workout suit, she hardly dared breathe for fear it would burst off her.

She sighed. Might as well go through with it. After all, she would have to eventually if she wanted to lose all this excess blubber she'd put on. With some difficulty she put on a pair of sneakers and jogged down to the health club. Although the heath club was only a few blocks away, Charlotte was completely winded by the time she got there. She was huffing and puffing and her face was beat red. She eased herself down into a bench near the door, so she could have a good view of the club. She sighed. All the other women in the club could have been models for all she knew! Tight butts, flat stomachs, firm breasts everywhere! She looked down at her own stomach, bulging over her pants, testing the limits of the stretchy material. Her belly button was in plain view.

Charlotte grew disgusted with just sitting like a lump. If she wanted to look anything like these other women again, she would have to start moving. She heaved herself out of the chair, nearly losing her balance, and staggered across the room to the exercise mat. Charlotte had hoped to do some aerobics, but, considering how out of shape she had become, she decided to start out on something a little more, well, low impact. She lay down on her back on the mat. "Okay, now, here we go. A hundred sit-ups. That's a good start. Okay, one.....er, one....."

Charlotte wrapped her arms behind her head and tried to lift herself. To her surprise, this proved to be absurdly difficult. Her belly was just too big! It kept getting in the way, and when she tried to get up all it would do was bunch up into a number of blubber rolls. And it was even difficult to see that with her huge hooters bulging up in front of her. "One! Dammit, one! ONE! Phew! Gasp! Okay, one more time...ONE!!!"

'One? Well, you're certainly making progress," said a familiar voice behind her. Charlotte froze. Oh, no,she thought, Not now! Please not now! Anyone but her! But it was her. Helen strode up, grinning from ear to ear. "And how are we today?" "Oh, just fine, Helen," Charlotte smiled weakly, "How are you?" " Fine. Just thought I'd come down here for a little workout. You know, lose some winter pounds. I think that's exactly what you need to do!" said Helen, staring at Charlotte's gut. "How did you even get yourself into that outfit?" Charlotte blushed. "It wasn't easy," she joked. Helen wasn't in a joking mood, though. "I should say not! You're just about busting out of it!"

"Maybe I have gotten a little chunky," said Charlotte, admiring her rounded form in the mirror. "Chunky?!" yelled Helen, " That's an understatement! Look at that tummy! You're a pig, Charlotte! A greedy eating machine! How can you stand to be so fat? You can't even see your feet with that bloated gut!" Charlotte looked down, and nearly collapsed from the shock. It was true! Her distended tummy and huge breasts blocked all view of her feet. It was just too much....she began to sob. She tried to hide it, but wasn't too successful.

Helen suddenly turned sympathetic. "Oh, Charlotte, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be so cruel. I was just so surprised. Tell you what, let me buy you lunch.." Charlotte laughed through her tears. "I don't think so. Lunch is the last thing I need." "Oh, come on. It's all health food. And you need a break after your workout." Actually, Helen knew that Charlotte hadn't really worked out yet; she had been watching Charlotte ever since she first came into the club. She also had no intention of going to a health food restaurant If Charlotte wants to be a pig, thought Helen smugly, well, then I'll just help her along..

"Here, Charlotte, let's have another beer!" Helen laughed. Under her direction, Charlotte had already had four large beers, and her judgement wasn't quite what it should have been. Now Charlotte would do just about anything she told her to.. "Charlotte, try some of this cheesecake! It's really good!" "No, really, I'm so full!" Charlotte was absolutely stuffed but that cheesecake did look good. Helen kept insisting, and she really didn't need much encouragement. Helen grinned. Her plan was working perfectly. It almost seemed as if Charlotte was getting fatter by the second! "And you know you can't have cake without ice cream!" Charlotte could barely protest she was crammed so full of food. "M'not hungry," she gasped. Even so, her belly began to rumble at the thought of ice cream. "Oh, I think I hear someone's tummy growling," coaxed Helen, "I think there's a little more room in there." "Hmm," Charlotte thought, "Ice Cream!" As she bent over, she heard a loud RIP! The seat of her pants had split open, revealing her stretched panties. Charlotte grew red with embarrassment as the other patrons began to snicker. "Oh, dear, Charlotte! What happened? Did you eat too much? Are you sure you should be eating like that? I don't think it's healthy." "What do you care?" snapped Charlotte, suddenly if belatedly realizing what was going on. " You planned this whole thing just to embarrass me again! Well, fine! For all you care, I'll just go and eat 'till I explode!!!" She stomped off. Helen smirked to herself. That could be arranged... Charlotte was pissed. No matter what she did she just couldn't seem to lose this weight! And with Helen always around tempting her it was even harder. I'll show her, thought Charlotte, stamping into her apartment. If she thinks she can sabotage me, she's got another think coming! Hmmm...Charlotte peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her rear. Her butt cheeks were the size of volleyballs! No reason to stay in this stupid leotard then, she thought. It won't even cover my big fat ass!

Charlotte struggled into a pair of confining jeans. The pants hardly fit over her pronounced butt. "Whew!" she sighed, "That was hard work! I deserve a break. I- Oh, no!" Charlotte had just caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror. The stitches of her jeans were stretched to bursting. Her plump buns were straining the seat of her pants. Buttoning her blouse proved to be difficult as well. Her bosom was much larger than she remembered it; her breasts bulged out of her bra, straining the buttons to the verge of bursting. "Fine!' Charlotte stamped her foot in anger, tossing her long blonde hair. "We'll just see about that! I'll eat everything I want! And if I turn into a fat cow, it'll serve you right!"

She waddled into the pantry to carry out her threat. Her pants grew tighter and tighter as she ate. She was stuffed to bursting, but she was still hungry. Pow! The top button popped off her jeans and flew across the room. Charlotte cursed her too-tight pants, while stuffing large chunks of hamburger and fries into her mouth. Her overloaded stomach gurgled in protest, the skin stretched tight over its bulk. "More! she gasped, "I'm so full! I think I'm going to burst! Oh! I have to have more!" Next she crammed the entire pizza into her fat face. Val groaned. Her belly had grown enormous. She could hardly believe how fat she had become! "I'm huge! I'm a blimp! How could I have let myself get so fat? All I do is stuff myself all day!" She sucked in her bloated gut and snapped her jeans shut with all her might. She sighed in relief, causing the snap to burst open again. Moaning, she cradled her bloated gut in her hands as she waddled over to the kitchen. She wanted to keep eating but she was too full. She collapsed on the floor, massaging her aching belly. "Oof! I'll never eat again!" she moaned. But gorging herself had felt so good! Even now, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She was still thinking about it when she dozed off into a pleasant stuffed stupor.

When she awoke, the first thing she saw was her billowing belly. "Ugh," groaned Charlotte, "I guess it wasn't a dream, after all. I really am enormous. I feel like I'm going to blow!" She managed to lift herself off the floor, and, with some difficulty, walk across the room.

Pow! Charlotte paused a second as her bra snapped open, allowing her tits to expand to their full size. Her sweater groaned as her bazooms filled it almost to bursting. Charlotte sighed. There was just no way to win! Even her boobs were blowing up like balloons! Actually, the thought of her knockers getting bigger excited Charlotte somewhat. So did the prospect of growing an ever bigger belly. And eating was just so much fun! And this was something that she surely had Helen beat at! There was no way Helen could ever be fatter than she was! At least, not with a head start like this! She trudged back into the kitchen. She was still all too full from her binge, but she was still hungry! "I can't eat anymore!" It was difficult for Charlotte to speak she was so stuffed. "Come on, just a little more?" she coaxed herself, " Think of how big your tummy will get.." "Mmmm..Yes! I want to get bigger! But no more. Please. I'm so full!" Charlotte said dreamily as she crunched a cookie. "I can't! My belly is going to pop! I'm gonna bust!" Her bulging belly was so full of food she couldn't even move an inch. It stuck out, round and firm, spilling over the waist of her open jeans. If she kept this up, she'd just keep getting fatter and fatter. She could hardly wait.