"Brisbane" - A short Story

[1300 Class]

Note: I think its a little underdeveloped and some of there are some silly devices used, that have probably been used before. Anyhoo, first real short story. Feel free to comment on it.

Brisbane, a city as vibrate and colourful as herself, or so she wished. However in reality, Jemma Titmarsh was a bit of a nerd, with glasses, a pony tail and she was overweight, not excessively obese, but defiantly on the plump side of the scale. She had only one real friend, and a few casual friends she sometimes saw outside of University. However this is an appropriate juncture to describe our main protagonist as this stage of the story. Jemma Titmarch, was 18 years of age, 5ft 11, rather tall, and nearing the plump side with brown hair. Her small chubby belly is noticeable but not obtrusive, her breasts were of a B Cup size, but Jemma's bottom was very plump and her thighs were quite thick and meaty, though there was no cellulite or anything like that. At the University of Queensland, from which she attended, there was no shortage of girls her size, and indeed she had noticed a few which were quite a considerable bit larger than her. She was staying on campus in one of the colleges, and would soon find out who her new room mate would be. As an undergraduate student, she would have to share with a student who had already completed their first year, as Jemma had been late signing up for the dorm accommodation. It was almost the beginning of the first semester, and Jemma wanted to become familiar with the grounds and the campus. The hot Queensland weather was in full blast, with the temperature reaching at least 90 degrees in the old measurements, and there were storm clouds brewing off in the distance, congealing for a summer down pour. She had scribbled down the dorm number and Jemma picked her way through the buildings, searching for the dorm, and after 20 grueling minutes of searching, she found the building, which appeared significantly older and smaller than the others, but she pushed upon the door, and a blast of air conditioning hit her on the face. The hallway was old, but clean and the air conditioning certainly made it a lot more hospitable, and as she wondered the down the hall taking notes of the door numbers, and she placed her bag on the floor as she found her new accommodation for the term. She knocked on the door, and a muffling sound came from inside.

The door was unbolted from the other side, and her new roommate appeared.
“Hey there. I'm Coleen, are you Jemma?” Jemma nodded as the girl she would be staying with for some time welcomed her, and all Jemma could do was stare. Coleen was fat, no two ways about it, certainly much larger than Jemma. This was exaggerated by the fact that Coleen was standing in her red bra and panties, of which see was practically overflowing from. Jemma couldn't guess her weight, but she was almost astonished at Coleen. Coleen's face was stunning, with deep blue eyes and a second chin clearly visible, under the first. She appeared to be about 6ft, just slightly taller than Jemma and her luscious c cups swayed in the overflowing red bra. Her belly appeared to be soft soft and flowing that if you stuck your hand in to it, you might never get it back. It was so soft and round, with a few folds around the side that melted into one soft belly that almost hung down covering her crotch. Wide flowing hips were exaggerated even further by the skimpy nature of the red panties. Her thighs were very meaty and plump with no signs of cellulite, and her bottom defied description, or at best they were like to great globules of plumpness, which scrunched the red panties into a thong. Jemma was stunned by her, although she didn't fancy girls, Jemma appreciated how sexy her fat was. Although Jemma was a overweight, she was positively dwarfed when compared to Coleen.
“Well don't just stand there, its not like this is the first time you have seen someone in their underwear.” Coleen said as she snapped Jemma out of her almost trance like state. Jemma nodded again, and what Coleen said was right, she had seen other girls in their underwear, however she had lived a relatively sheltered life.

The only time she had really been in close contact was when her friend Linda stayed at her house for a few nights because hers was being renovated. It was last year, and they stayed up late watching cable television, specifically the Tonight show. Linda was about the same weight and personality as Jemma, as they had been friends for years. Sitting with the air conditioner on full blast, the lounged about in their silk pajamas, chatting inanely. As they scoffed chips and biscuits back, Linda bent over to reach for the television remote and split her silk pajamas bottoms, falling to the floor, revealing her plump lower half. They both laughed and continued on, however Jemma admitted to herself that she liked the way Linda's bottom jiggled and wobbled as she walked about the room. Jemma set herself straight again, trying not to think of how cute Linda's bottom was. She felt her own, and how soft it was, and she began to feel incredibly content and happy.

Jemma followed Coleen into the dorm room, which was a relative mess, but neither seemed to care, or at least Jemma had no reason to start off on the wrong foot. Empty and discarded chip packets and drink containers were subtly hidden from view and the fridge lay open, with bountiful chocolates, alcohol and many fine looking foods and drink. The dorm room itself was not to bad, it was fairly large, with the beds spaced far apart, a open living quarter with two sofas, a coffee table and a television. A computer hummed away in the corner, the screen turned off, but still evidently on. Colleen bent over to pick up some empty crisp packets, whether intentional or not, gave a full view of her voluminous rear to Jemma, who stared in awe. However she shifted her eyes back to the room and continued to admire it.

The previous year, after Linda had stayed over, Jemma's farther was working overseas and came down with an illness, she couldn't remember what it was called but he was unable to be moved from the hospital, let alone fly home. Her mother had taken it roughly, but the video phone was proving its weight in gold. Jemma, though living a comparatively sheltered life compared to some people was none the less inquisitive around her own home, where she felt most comfortable.

It was late in the afternoon, the sun trying to shine through the foliage at the back of the house, she a spied her mother in her bedroom undressing in front of the mirror. Jemma had been born to her mother and farther when Sarah (Jemma's mother) was only 17 and so my now, she was only 35. Jemma and her mother were very close, some more so than any other mother-daughter relationship, and the two talked about everything. Jemma caught out of the corner of her eye that the door to her mothers bedroom was open, and although her mother was never the fittest person in the world, ever since the man of the house had been stranded overseas, Sarah had taken to comfort gorging and the results were rapidly beginning to show on her body. Jemma was staring as her mother disrobed. Sarah was 5ft 9 and the pounds had piled on. Her face had not changed as Jemma noted, but her cheeks appeared a little fuller. As Sarah removed her blouse and threw it upon the bed, Jemma stared on. Her once plump but firm bust had increased in size but began to sag just a little. Sarah had developed a proper belly now, her stomach was quite soft and protruding slightly with faint stretch marks and sagging a little. She unbuckled her skirt, which fell to the floor, revealing panty bottoms that were being stretched and scrunched by the new folds and expanded waistline. Her thighs had increased in size and mass, with some cellulite beginning to form. Her bottom was plump, but most the weight had gone to her thighs, stomach and bust. Jemma was interested by this, and saw her mother in her panties rubbing a cream into the stretch marks. She then put on her dressing gown and started to turn around. Jemma had left her viewing before her mother could see, and was awaiting in the living room, apparently watching the television. Sarah came into the living room, stopping by the fridge and bringing out with her a large box of Heaven's Delights, which were immensely rich. In short they were thick dark chocolate, with white chocolate chips in them, encasing a layer of caramel, malt chocolate, another layer of caramel and finally a core of chocolate cream. Sarah bit into one, and she acted as if she could feel the richness passing straight through her body and into her belly and thighs. She called for Jemma to come over and eat one, and each one was incredibly fattening, and they ate all eight of them, both feeling incredible bloated, licking their lips free of the chocolate that had accumulated. Sarah's belly had forced its way from beneath the dressing gown, and both mother and daughter looked down at it. Sarah just laughed, and so did Jemma.

[1300 Class]

Jemma was placing her stuff down next to her bed in the dorm, whilst Coleen was doing something to the television. Having placed her things, she walked over to Coleen who was now sitting on the settee, her breasts resting on the incredibly soft belly that covered part of her crotch. Her legs spread slightly to avoid her thighs coming against each other. “Jemma come and sit down, help me finish these chocolates off.” Coleen said as she beckoned Jemma to come and start sharing the food. Jemma sat down and found the chocolates were more Heaven's Delights. They chatted as they ate, becoming friends fast. They shared the same interests, and even the same personality, and got on like a house on fire. Jemma had to return home for more things, so feeling very full, she said goodbye to Coleen, whose belly looked bigger and softer than before, who was genuinely sad to see her leave, but before she left, Coleen grabbed her arm. “Jemma, before you go, you might want to know something.” Colleen said in a serious voice.



Jemma spun round, to star Coleen in the face. Coleen opened her mouth, trying to hide the smile she had. “Your trousers split when you got up.” They both began laughing. Coleen examined the damage, or so she said, and Jemma's pants had split right down the seems. “What should I do? I can't go home like this!” Jemma said as they both went back inside. “I've got some old shorts that don't fit me any more. You could try them.” Coleen said as she patted her big bottom. Jemma guessed she had to weigh at least 250 pounds, which was far more than Jemma's comparatively slim 195 as Coleen searched through the cupboard. A few seconds of scrounging, she threw a pair of navy shorts over to Jemma. She let her shredded trousers drop to the floor without caring and threaded her legs into the shorts. They were a little big for Jemma, but were wearable nonetheless. She thanked Coleen, who was acting very modestly about it and said goodbye as she started her journey home. She would be back the following day for good, but had to bring the last of her things back to the dorm.

That afternoon, by the time she got home, she arrived home before her mother did, but only by a few minutes. “Hi mum. Busy day?” Jemma asked. Sarah replied “Was busy dear yes. Got through it though.” She took off her black jacket and laid it on the edge of the settee, and pulled her top up so that it was no longer tucked in. Her belly, faint stretch marks and small folds expanded out, released from their captivity. Sarah undid the last three buttons and her belly now protruded, she breathed a sigh of relief. Jemma thought her mums belly had gotten bigger, but perhaps it was just her eyes deceiving her. “I'm going down for a swim and a lie in the sun.” Sarah said to her daughter as she walked off into the bedroom to get changed. Jemma returned to watching the television. Sarah came out a few minutes later in her white bikini, which was far to small for her. Her breasts were pushing down in the small white bikini top, causing it to stretch and reveal much more bust line than it should have. The bikini panties front were partially covered by her slightly sagging belly, whilst the threads through to the back of them were actually settled in one of the small rolls that had formed, whilst her bottom was stretching the back slightly more than before. She walked past Jemma, and noted her new shorts. “I thought you had trousers on today?” Sarah said. “I split them. I was lent these by Coleen, my new roommate.” Jemma returned. “How sweet of her. Come on Jem, come down for a swim.” Sarah told her daughter.
Jemma went into her room and searched through her wardrobe for her bikini, which she new was far to small for her. She disrobed, leaving her clothes on the floor, standing in her room completely starkers, and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned around slowly, and in her mind, she slowly began to imagine her bottom inflating with fat. Each cheek began expanding, becoming incredibly soft, and she stared on, caressing the new fat on her bottom. It soon reached the proportions of Coleen's, and she was feeling it in her hands as she grabbed handfuls of flabby rear. It continued to expand, along with her thighs, which now easily touched down to her knees and incredibly soft love handles. She was curious to this, as her bottom kept expanding, which was by now two massive globules of fat, that still continued. Expanding further, the first signs of cellulite began to show, and still her bottom inflated with fat. Finally is stopped, she was kneading the soft flesh of her rear. From pictures she had seen on the internet, she estimated that if the rest of her filled out she might way 500 pounds, and almost on cue the rest of her starting fattening out. Jemma's hands moved away from her bottom to her belly that had lost its chubby look to just becoming plain fat. Her belly, being clutched by her hands continued to expand, now forming to distinct rolls of fat. It grew even further, beginning to sag now, and still pushing out. Jemma sat down on her bed as her belly now filled her lap, she felt her new fat and was in pure ecstasy. Jemma's belly continued even further, completely filling her lap, and flowing over her sides, her love handles getting ever bigger, he waist covered with glorious fat. Her breasts began expanding, quicker than the rest, to a very heavy and full double D, that rested on her massive belly. Truly Jemma had looked 500 pounds of pure women and fat, yet her face had remained completely unchanged. Her bottom and thighs were huge, massive, utterly fat, and soft quivering areas of fatness. She lifted herself off the bed, and stood in the mirror admiring herself. Jemma's belly hung down completely covering her crotch in a large apron, of soft fat. Her arms were very meaty, as she clutched her belly, fondling the soft fat. She looked down at it, smiling, looked in the mirror at her massive rear that flowed out behind her, almost like a wall of quivering fat.

Sarah shouted up from the pool, and the image shattered, the illusion broken into many pieces. Jemma didn't know whether to be content or scared, but she did know that she had liked the feeling the very much, but she was questioning whether she had gone quite mad or not. She paused for a moment, trying to contemplate what she had just imagined. She pulled up her black bikini bottoms, which were cutting into her, and wriggled into the top, from which she was overflowing from. Jemma walked down stairs and out to the pool, where she dived into the water to enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

That evening, after she had retired to her bedroom and fell asleep, Jemma's mind began to dream. Lured, vivid dreams were beginning to form, played out within the confines of her mind. Everyone she met and knew, she met them individually, and they fattened up before her eyes. Sarah became immense, slowly filling out, the same with Linda and Coleen, and soon it was her turn. Her dreams were becoming ever more vivid, and she was quite sure she was going mad.

[1300 Class]

The next day, she returned to the University, trying to dispel the thoughts from her mind, trying to think of what she thought were still relatively sane thoughts.

Coleen was just waking up when Jemma entered with the rest of her stuff, having said goodbye to her mother for what might be a full semester. After a large breakfast she had departed from home, her mother waving her goodbye, with a mug of coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other.

She left home, to live full time in the dorm with her roommate. Jemma let herself in to see Coleen getting out of bed, her pajama tops and bottoms far to small, her belly popping out from the top, the bottom's fabric stretched to almost tearing.

“Hi there. Looks like your just in time for breakfast.” Coleen was beaming as she jaunted over the fridge, and began leafing through its contents, and placing various things on the counter.

“Oh no thanks Coleen, I already had breakfast.” Jemma said, but was rebutted by Coleen.

“Why not enjoy yourself at Uni? I'll make you my breakfast special. Its like a traditional English breakfast, except with more grease and more yummy goodness!” She beamed.

Jemma just accepted it at its face value and gave in to the lure of such a nice breakfast. The cooker was practically overflowing with grease, various condiments and food, and the massive breakfast slowly cooked in its own grease.

The plates were piled high with food, and both sat down to eat, the size of Coleen's belly seemed to increase as it flowed into her lap, and both began to shovel the food into their mouths, if such an appropriate mannerism can be used. After a good twenty minutes both had finished, absolutely stuffed to the nines, their stomachs bulging out, and both went over and sat down on the settee and Coleen turned on the Television.

Jemma's T-shirt slowly creped up her belly, but she tried to pull it back down, with only limited success. Coleen was still in her pyjamas, her belly flowing out, where as Jemma's was pouting from beneath her t-shirt. As they watched the morning news programs, Jemma clutched her protruding stomach, and Coleen noticed, who promptly turned to her.

“Heres a little wrinkle I learnt, let me massage your belly, it'll help you digest your food.” Coleen said as she turned round to fully face Jemma.

Her hands were warm and soft, as she pushed up Jemma's shirt to reveal her full stomach. Coleen gentle massaged Jemmas flabby, distended belly. Jemma felt every soft touch of her hands, and a full ten minutes of gentle massaging left her almost in ecstasy.

“Now massage mine. Its easy.” Coleen gently placed her hands on Jemma's and slowly moved it around her significantly larger stomach. Both giggled as they moved each others hands around. They were playing around, and then Jemma, against all her instincts eased her shirt up, revealing her modest B cups, clad in the black bra.

“Well two can play at that.”

Coleen then proceeded to remove her shirt. “Fortunately you've been trumped.”

Coleen's C's beat Jemma's B's. Coleen wriggled a bit and her breasts jiggled up and down and to the side. Jemma laughed. Jemma moved her face slowly forward, and kissed Coleen. Jemma pulled back immediately, her face bright red. She couldn't believe what she had just did. She quickly grabbed her shirt and half pulled it over her shoulders. She picked herself up quickly, surprising herself and ran outside into the deserted hallway.

Resting against the wall, tears starting to form. Jemma was breathing heavily, almost out of breath. Coleen slowly walked out and comforted Jemma, slowly bringing her back inside the dorm and closing the door.

“Jemma, look at me. Its all right.” Tears were streaming down Jemmas face. She was mumbling almost unknown words.

“Theres no need to be embarrassed or anything.” Coleen and Jemma sat down. Coleen reached over and patted Jemma's small belly.

Her tears slowly stopped, and she reached over and started fondling Coleen's breasts. “I want to have a body like yours.” Jemma said lowly.

“Eat lots, and you will fill out. Along with a few other things.” Coleen giggled as she squeezed Jemma soft bottom.

The two girls started fooling around with each other, exploring each others bodies. They fell about on the settee and gradually, kissing and fondling ended up naked onto of each other, Jemma on top, Colleens weight helping spread hers, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Both of them fell about for the rest of the day. By afternoons end, they finished up, and moved onto getting something to eat.

“Jemma, if you want boobs like mine, you have to eat like me.” They both giggled as Jemma gently stroked Coleen's belly.

“You'll gain a fair bit of weight though, but it will find its way to the right places.” She giggled again, and so did Jemma. They spent the rest of the day fooling around, and then in the evening, by the light of the soft candles, made love.

As the days past bye, Jemma and Coleen grew fonder and fonder for each other. Their relationship had tenderness written all over it. Both were eating much more than before, and by the weekend, Jemma swore she could feel herself growing, with new folds developing and her body expanding. She awoke in her bed (they had pushed the two together) and Coleen was already up in the bathroom.

Jemma strolled in naked to find Coleen brushing her teeth. She rapped her arms Coleen's soft middle section, hugging her fat. “Look what I bought today.”

Coleen giggled. A shiny new pair of electronic scales lay on the floor. “I will go on, then you my plump dear.”

Coleen stepped onto the scales. It took a moment for the machine to register her weight. “You weigh 267 pounds.” It read out in a monotone voice. Coleen was excited and Jemma walked over and kissed her.

“Your turn chubby” Coleen used it as a term of affection.

Jemma stepped onto the scale. “You weigh 203 pounds.” it said in the same voice.

Jemma was pleased. She felt her bottom and thighs, which was where most of the new pounds had gone. She was now quite bottom heavy and she loved it.

“This thing records your weight and then tells you how much you have gained or lost.” Coleen giggled as she felt Jemma's larger, smoother bottom.

As the year moved on, so Jemma's life began to improve. As she and Coleen grew, so did their love for each other, and they were inseparable. Jemma fattened out much like her dream,

Coleen seemed to expand in every direction. Jemma's mother put on weight as well, and before she and her mother met again (with Coleen in tow), she had gained fifty pounds. Jemma explained to her mother what had happened between her and Coleen, and she accepted it with all the love she could.

By the end of her three years at university, Jemma had risen to a massive 498 pounds of pure flesh, and she couldn't have been happier. Her lover and partner Coleen had settled on 511 pounds, and the two began their life together, two incredibly immense women whose desire for one another knew no bounds.

[The Fat Man]

Great story, love the descriptions, I'd love to read more of your work.

[1300 Class]

Well its the only real WG fiction I have written (I have written other material in other genres), but perhaps any other sound ideas? And thanks.

[Coop]

Awexome!!!

[BTB]

Good story, you shouldn't pull your work down in advance

[1300 Class]

Well, it certainly wasn't hyped up by any means.