WG Story Drone
01-05-2006, 11:34 AM
BBW, XWG: A summer of change for one girl and her sister . . .
Changes
By Plus Size Hottie
It was a summer of change for me and my sister. She was in her college year and I just graduated. It was the first day of summer; me and my sister kinda made a tradition of spending the day at the beach. So we were off to the beach.
“Let’s get going Jen,” I was telling my sister.
“I’m coming Kate, I’m just getting my bikini on.”
“Well that should be no problem; you’re so skinny.”
Me and my sister were skinny blondes. I was a little bigger, about 5'5 and 115 lbs; my sister was 5'4 and 110 lbs. We had size 30c breasts and no shape. When we got to the beach it was sunny, but there was some cloud in the background.
“Its gonna be nice, but I think its going to rain,” said my sister.
“That’s, ok; it looks far enough away, let’s get in the water.”
It was a beautiful day; we went swimming, tanned for a bit, but it was starting to get a little cooler. We were getting hungry so we decided to go eat and maybe it would warm up again.
“Let’s go to that ice cream shop just up the beach; it’s really good there,” I said.
“Yeah that’s pretty close,” she replied.
We got there and it wasn't very busy, so we ordered our stuff. I wasn't a big eater, but my sister eats a lot; you wouldn't know it though. We both got ice cream and I got some fries; she got two burgers.
“Are you going to eat all that?”
“Yeah, I love these burgers, and I’ve been really hungry lately.”
“Look at that guy behind the till; he’s so hot!”
“I know, let’s go order some more and talk to him,” I said. “But I can't eat no more so you’re going to have to order.”
“No problem I’m still hungry, I’ll just get an ice cream,” said Jen.
We got to the till and started to talk with him, we found out his name was Logan. His parents owned this place; they needed help around the shop. The other employees had quit. He said he could give us discounts on everything in the shop, even the clothes. But we had to get going so we said we'd talk to him tomorrow.
“That job would be great; we both need jobs, and to be right on the beach, free food,” says Jen.
”Yeah I know; we totally need to go back there.”
The next day we went back, got the jobs and our first day was tomorrow. It was great, free food, right on the beach and we needed jobs.
“I love this place, its so fun to work here,” as if took a sample of ice cream.
“I wish I could take a break though.”
“Didn't you know? You’re allowed one a day, whenever you want,” I said.
“Really? That’s sweet, I’m going to take one right now, and I’m hungry.”
Jen went on break and ordered two burgers, some fries, and a two-scoop ice cream. The week was going great. I even started to eat a little more. Logan was really nice, and he would give us free clothes sometimes and let us take longer breaks. He was throwing a party and we were going. It was at his house; it was awesome. After another week we went to the beach again, our bikinis were no longer loose. Mine was tighter around my butt and hips; my top was tighter too. Jens was also tighter; her ass was getting bigger. We were getting softer, but we didn't notice.
Another week went by, we decided to bring a tub of ice cream home and watch a movie.
“Let’s watch like 3 movies,” Jen said.
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
By the end of the second movie we had finished off the ice cream and moved on to some we had around the house.
“I’m so full,” I said. “My pants are so tight right now, and my boobs feel like they are to big for my bra.”
“Ha, I had to undo my pants,” Jen replies. “We have to do this again tomorrow.”
“Yes! Let’s bring two tubs tomorrow, one for you one for me.”
“Ok.”
The next day my clothes were tighter, and I just felt bigger. I didn't know what it was. The day went well. When we got home, we did the same routine, and we were stuffed. Over the next week we did that two more times. It felt like my clothes were getting smaller. We went to the beach again, my bikini was so tight, it dug in to my belly fat that I now had. My thighs were thicker; my ass was big and round; it jiggled when I walked. My boobs were also bigger. Jen was gaining weight too; her ass was a lot bigger. Her boobs were bigger, and she had more trouble than me getting into her bikini. After that day I came home went straight to the bathroom and looked at myself. I knew I had been gaining weight. I just didn't know how much. I looked normal. I felt my ass; it was bigger, and I had a lot more bust. My shirt was stretched right out, so were my pants. I stepped on the scale.
“Oh man, 145, I’ve gained 30 lbs! Jen come here,” I yelled.
“What, what’s wrong?”
“I've gained 30 lbs!”
“What? I must have gained some too.”
She stepped on the scale. She weighed 150; she’d gained 40 lbs.
“Wow. I've really been eating a lot.”
“What are we going to do?” I cried.
“Calm down,” Jen said. “Did you even notice you were gaining weight?
“No.”
“Exactly, we were having so much fun; I like being like this. I like having a shape.”
I thought for a moment, and, yeah, I liked fitting into tight jeans and having bigger boobs.
“Yeah,” I said, “It is kinda good. We've always been skinny. Now look what we look like.”
I took off my shirt and pants and was wearing my bikini underneath.
“Look at my boobs! They are coming over the top of my top. I’m like 38c now. And my ass is a lot rounder, it jiggles a little, but that’s all right. My hips used to be like 30'; now they're like 45'.”
Jen did the same thing; her boobs were a 41dd. Her ass was a lot bigger than mine and she had thicker thighs. We stared at each other, stopped and started laughing.
“Look how fat your ass is, it jiggles when you’re standing still!” I said and grabbed it; it was really soft. She looked at me and told me how my belly was huge and my boobs were big as balloons. We just laughed.
“Let’s get some ice cream to celebrate our new look,” I said.
We had a bucket and a half each. Over the next month we ate as much as we could; everything we could eat, we would. My ass was twice its old size; it jiggled and swayed as I walked. I could hardly fit in my car. It was big, but it was round. My thighs were huge. My boobs were 46dd; my face was a lot softer too. My belly bulged over my pants. I weighed like 240. Most of the fat went to my ass though.
Jen was bigger than me; her ass was massive. Her waist was like 60'; her breasts were 52ee. Most of her weight went to her ass as well; she weighed about 275. When we went to the ice cream shop the next day, Logan was waiting for us. We said hello; we were really good friends with Logan now. He gave us a promotion and that just gave us another reason to eat more. He gave us a meal to celebrate. That night me and my sister said we should slow down a little and lose some weight. We tried it for a week. When we were back at work we were talking with Logan.
“Hey girls, how’s it going?”
“Oh pretty good,” I said.
“Do you want anything to eat?”
“Not right now; we’re trying to go on a diet,”
“Why?” he asked.
“Just look at my fat ass,” Jen said.
“No, you girls look great; you’re not that big. And some curves never hurt anyone.”
“Awe thanks,” I said. “Yeah, I guess it’ not a big deal, so let’s eat”
“Good idea,” said Jen.
We ate not as much as usual, but it was still a lot. For the rest of summer we had fun going to the beach, working at the shop, and just being fat. At the end of the summer me and Jen went into the bathroom again.
“Wow, that’s all I can say. Look at my boobs,” I said.
I was wearing one of my old shirts, and my boobs had it stretched right out. They were lifting the bottom of my shirt so it was like a belly shirt. My belly had it stretched tight anyway. “And my ass, it’s massive; I love it!” My ass was like two beach balls; my thighs were huge. I stepped on the scale and it read 325.
“Wow, your turn Jen.”
“Ok, I’ll start down low. My thighs stretching the seams on my pants; my ass is twice as big. My stomach is literally going to rip my shirt; I don't have any rolls though. My belly is tight. My boobs are like busting at the seams. I’m going to step on the scale now; hopefully it doesn't break. Holy, 405”
“Do you remember the start of the summer, when we were like 120 lbs?” I said
“Yeah, that seems so weird; like look at us. Look at our ass's.”
I grabbed my ass and Jen grabbed hers. Then we went down to the beach and spent the rest of the day relaxing.
Changes
By Plus Size Hottie
It was a summer of change for me and my sister. She was in her college year and I just graduated. It was the first day of summer; me and my sister kinda made a tradition of spending the day at the beach. So we were off to the beach.
“Let’s get going Jen,” I was telling my sister.
“I’m coming Kate, I’m just getting my bikini on.”
“Well that should be no problem; you’re so skinny.”
Me and my sister were skinny blondes. I was a little bigger, about 5'5 and 115 lbs; my sister was 5'4 and 110 lbs. We had size 30c breasts and no shape. When we got to the beach it was sunny, but there was some cloud in the background.
“Its gonna be nice, but I think its going to rain,” said my sister.
“That’s, ok; it looks far enough away, let’s get in the water.”
It was a beautiful day; we went swimming, tanned for a bit, but it was starting to get a little cooler. We were getting hungry so we decided to go eat and maybe it would warm up again.
“Let’s go to that ice cream shop just up the beach; it’s really good there,” I said.
“Yeah that’s pretty close,” she replied.
We got there and it wasn't very busy, so we ordered our stuff. I wasn't a big eater, but my sister eats a lot; you wouldn't know it though. We both got ice cream and I got some fries; she got two burgers.
“Are you going to eat all that?”
“Yeah, I love these burgers, and I’ve been really hungry lately.”
“Look at that guy behind the till; he’s so hot!”
“I know, let’s go order some more and talk to him,” I said. “But I can't eat no more so you’re going to have to order.”
“No problem I’m still hungry, I’ll just get an ice cream,” said Jen.
We got to the till and started to talk with him, we found out his name was Logan. His parents owned this place; they needed help around the shop. The other employees had quit. He said he could give us discounts on everything in the shop, even the clothes. But we had to get going so we said we'd talk to him tomorrow.
“That job would be great; we both need jobs, and to be right on the beach, free food,” says Jen.
”Yeah I know; we totally need to go back there.”
The next day we went back, got the jobs and our first day was tomorrow. It was great, free food, right on the beach and we needed jobs.
“I love this place, its so fun to work here,” as if took a sample of ice cream.
“I wish I could take a break though.”
“Didn't you know? You’re allowed one a day, whenever you want,” I said.
“Really? That’s sweet, I’m going to take one right now, and I’m hungry.”
Jen went on break and ordered two burgers, some fries, and a two-scoop ice cream. The week was going great. I even started to eat a little more. Logan was really nice, and he would give us free clothes sometimes and let us take longer breaks. He was throwing a party and we were going. It was at his house; it was awesome. After another week we went to the beach again, our bikinis were no longer loose. Mine was tighter around my butt and hips; my top was tighter too. Jens was also tighter; her ass was getting bigger. We were getting softer, but we didn't notice.
Another week went by, we decided to bring a tub of ice cream home and watch a movie.
“Let’s watch like 3 movies,” Jen said.
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
By the end of the second movie we had finished off the ice cream and moved on to some we had around the house.
“I’m so full,” I said. “My pants are so tight right now, and my boobs feel like they are to big for my bra.”
“Ha, I had to undo my pants,” Jen replies. “We have to do this again tomorrow.”
“Yes! Let’s bring two tubs tomorrow, one for you one for me.”
“Ok.”
The next day my clothes were tighter, and I just felt bigger. I didn't know what it was. The day went well. When we got home, we did the same routine, and we were stuffed. Over the next week we did that two more times. It felt like my clothes were getting smaller. We went to the beach again, my bikini was so tight, it dug in to my belly fat that I now had. My thighs were thicker; my ass was big and round; it jiggled when I walked. My boobs were also bigger. Jen was gaining weight too; her ass was a lot bigger. Her boobs were bigger, and she had more trouble than me getting into her bikini. After that day I came home went straight to the bathroom and looked at myself. I knew I had been gaining weight. I just didn't know how much. I looked normal. I felt my ass; it was bigger, and I had a lot more bust. My shirt was stretched right out, so were my pants. I stepped on the scale.
“Oh man, 145, I’ve gained 30 lbs! Jen come here,” I yelled.
“What, what’s wrong?”
“I've gained 30 lbs!”
“What? I must have gained some too.”
She stepped on the scale. She weighed 150; she’d gained 40 lbs.
“Wow. I've really been eating a lot.”
“What are we going to do?” I cried.
“Calm down,” Jen said. “Did you even notice you were gaining weight?
“No.”
“Exactly, we were having so much fun; I like being like this. I like having a shape.”
I thought for a moment, and, yeah, I liked fitting into tight jeans and having bigger boobs.
“Yeah,” I said, “It is kinda good. We've always been skinny. Now look what we look like.”
I took off my shirt and pants and was wearing my bikini underneath.
“Look at my boobs! They are coming over the top of my top. I’m like 38c now. And my ass is a lot rounder, it jiggles a little, but that’s all right. My hips used to be like 30'; now they're like 45'.”
Jen did the same thing; her boobs were a 41dd. Her ass was a lot bigger than mine and she had thicker thighs. We stared at each other, stopped and started laughing.
“Look how fat your ass is, it jiggles when you’re standing still!” I said and grabbed it; it was really soft. She looked at me and told me how my belly was huge and my boobs were big as balloons. We just laughed.
“Let’s get some ice cream to celebrate our new look,” I said.
We had a bucket and a half each. Over the next month we ate as much as we could; everything we could eat, we would. My ass was twice its old size; it jiggled and swayed as I walked. I could hardly fit in my car. It was big, but it was round. My thighs were huge. My boobs were 46dd; my face was a lot softer too. My belly bulged over my pants. I weighed like 240. Most of the fat went to my ass though.
Jen was bigger than me; her ass was massive. Her waist was like 60'; her breasts were 52ee. Most of her weight went to her ass as well; she weighed about 275. When we went to the ice cream shop the next day, Logan was waiting for us. We said hello; we were really good friends with Logan now. He gave us a promotion and that just gave us another reason to eat more. He gave us a meal to celebrate. That night me and my sister said we should slow down a little and lose some weight. We tried it for a week. When we were back at work we were talking with Logan.
“Hey girls, how’s it going?”
“Oh pretty good,” I said.
“Do you want anything to eat?”
“Not right now; we’re trying to go on a diet,”
“Why?” he asked.
“Just look at my fat ass,” Jen said.
“No, you girls look great; you’re not that big. And some curves never hurt anyone.”
“Awe thanks,” I said. “Yeah, I guess it’ not a big deal, so let’s eat”
“Good idea,” said Jen.
We ate not as much as usual, but it was still a lot. For the rest of summer we had fun going to the beach, working at the shop, and just being fat. At the end of the summer me and Jen went into the bathroom again.
“Wow, that’s all I can say. Look at my boobs,” I said.
I was wearing one of my old shirts, and my boobs had it stretched right out. They were lifting the bottom of my shirt so it was like a belly shirt. My belly had it stretched tight anyway. “And my ass, it’s massive; I love it!” My ass was like two beach balls; my thighs were huge. I stepped on the scale and it read 325.
“Wow, your turn Jen.”
“Ok, I’ll start down low. My thighs stretching the seams on my pants; my ass is twice as big. My stomach is literally going to rip my shirt; I don't have any rolls though. My belly is tight. My boobs are like busting at the seams. I’m going to step on the scale now; hopefully it doesn't break. Holy, 405”
“Do you remember the start of the summer, when we were like 120 lbs?” I said
“Yeah, that seems so weird; like look at us. Look at our ass's.”
I grabbed my ass and Jen grabbed hers. Then we went down to the beach and spent the rest of the day relaxing.