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|04-06-2011, 10:44 PM||#26|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Well, thank you. The goal is to write something that fans of this type of stuff will enjoy, so I hope that everyone has parts that they are really liking!
|06-09-2011, 12:58 AM||#30|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Author’s Note: Wasn't sure I would ever write another chapter to this story. However, I've received some really positive feedback from people who genuinely enjoy the story, so I figured I couldn't disappoint. I didn't sit down and edit this section because... well... I didn't feel like it! Too much work. I hope that everyone enjoys, as I'm not entirely sure when or if I'll write another chapter.
“Man, it’s a hot hot day out today, isn’t it? Classic bikini day, if you ask me, Nic!”
Amanda gleefully punched Nicole in her husky upper arm, leaving a reddish imprint of her first in the adipose tissue.
“Yeah, it sure is,” retorted a deeply sarcastic Nicole. “It’s 95 fucking degrees outside.”
“Which is why it’s a perfect day for the beach! Plus, how could I let you run off to Spain without getting one last beach day with my BFF?”
Amanda’s enthusiasm was nauseating to Nicole. The truth was, Nicole had no desire to leave the confines of her air conditioned room that morning. Since the club incident the previous week, the former sexpot had spent the majority of her time under the covers of her bed, watching romantic comedies, only getting up to go to the bathroom and raid the refrigerator. She had still yet to complete the second push-up from the work out that began after her early departure from the club.
“Yeah... it’s really hot out though,” said Nicole, still clearly agitated.
“Oh COME ON! It can’t be that bad, besides, you were able to get some fried dough after we parked! That’s your favorite! I mean, you did finish it in five minutes” responded Amanda.
Up until that sweltering day, Nicole had never purchased a fried dough on the boardwalk in her entire life.
“Speaking of which, you uhhh... have a little bit of the powered sugar on your lip.”
Nicole quickly wiped away the remnants of the tasty, and unbelievably fattening treat. She could feel the bump of a zit beneath her lip as she removed the sugary substance.
“Is that better?” asked Nicole, with great concern and embarrassment.
“Yes much better. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get down to the beach and strip down to my new bikini. I’m sweating my ass off!”
Nicole didn’t respond. She could feel herself welling up in anger again, much like she did the night she was in her room changing before the club fiasco. The blond looked longingly at the tanned and toned frame of Amanda. The 130 pound brunette was wearing a pair of scandalously small pair of shorts and a red bikini top. The stringy top barely contained her pert 34-C breasts.
Conversely, Nicole was wearing an oversized sundresses which left quite a bit to the imagination. This was a strategic maneuver, as she planned to show as little skin as possible on this sweltering summer day. Less than a year earlier, Nicole would have been wearing less than Amanda, despite still being on the boardwalk. Forty pounds of fat, however, will change one’s fashion choices.
“Where did you get that sundress anyways? It looks familiar,” asked Amanda, coyly.
“Ummm, it was just something I’ve had in my closet for awhile.”
Nicole was lying. Her mother, sensing that her daughter would resist going to the beach with her “best” friend, donated it to Nicole from the night before. The sun dress was a size 12 relic, directly from her overweight mother’s closet. Nicole’s mother had gently suggested that she could wear it to the beach the following morning.
“Oh, it’s really nice.” Amanda was lying.
“Oh, thanks.” Nicole knew that Amanda was lying. ‘
Finally, the pair reached a staircase on the boardwalk, and descended down on to the beach. Nicole looked out in the distance and saw a group of fit people playing volleyball, surrounded by coolers and red cups.
“Is that who I think it is, Amanda?” said Nicole, with grave concern in her voice.
Amanda laughed, “YES! You didn’t think I was going to let my best friend shuffle off to Spain without a beachside blow out! The whole high school crew if back in town! They all wanted to see you.”
Nicole’s thoughts sank to her belly. She couldn’t believe that these people were about to see how fat she had become.
“Oh... wow. That’s... that’s great,” Nicole said, trying her absolute best to feign enthusiasm.
At that moment, Nicole thought about dropping her beach bag and running away. This was her own personal hell. She couldn’t though, as Amanda had made the 30 minute drive on this late morning. Besides, it was clear Amanda wasn’t going to let her go, and there was no way she could out run her in this shape.
“Yeah, I got everyone to show up. Tamryn, Lisa, Dan, Dustyn, Annabelle, and even... and you’re going to love this... Hot Rob! He was so upset you left the club the other night! He is REALLY excited to see you. Maybe you can get it on before you head off to Spain.”
The bloated blond was speechless. Each step Nicole took felt as if she was that much closer to her own demise. It was as if she was Sydney Carton, trudging to the guillotine in place of Charles Darnay.
“NIC!!!!!!!!!” blurted out the group, with Tamryn, Lisa, and Annabelle leading the charge toward Nicole. The three girls ran over to Nicole to engage in a group hug. It had been well over a year since they had seen their friend, so the embrace was genuine and heartfelt.
“It’s so good to see you, sweetie,” said Tamryn, as she eyed Nicole up and down.
“Yeah! I can’t believe you’re going to Spain! We’re so excited you came out today, it’ll be just like old times,” said Lisa with great jubilation.
“Today is going to be awesome. We’ve got the volleyball net up and a shit load of alcohol! There are no lifeguards out here to bother us either,” said Annabelle.
As they finished their embrace, Nicole looked over at Rob. As he eyed her up and down, there seemed to be a bit of disappoint in his eyes. In fact, it seemed as if the three boys didn’t really seem to care that Nicole was even there. Each one nodded and said hello.
Nicole eyed up her three long lost high school friends. First up was Annabelle, who wore a conservative turquoise bikini. Annabelle looked to have put on 10 or 15 pounds since the last time Nicole had seen her, which truthfully, was good for her figure. Nicole jealously estimated Annabelle to weigh in at approximately 135 pounds, with most of it, going to filling out her once flat chest.
Next up was Lisa, who looked as if she had been at the beach every day since the snow melted. She was wearing a a cute, floral print bikini that contrasted well with her skin color. Lisa was someone that would have been deemed a “7” by most traditional standards, and someone that Nicole would have overshadowed in the department of physical attractiveness a year earlier. However, Lisa now incited feelings of contempt in Nicole, as she examined Lisa’s 138 pound body with great envy.
Finally, Nicole eyed up Tamryn, who used to be Nicole’s physical equal, until she developed a severe allergy her junior year that forced her to take prednisone, a steroid medication that causes extreme amounts of weight gain. Three months, and 25 pounds later, Tamryn was no longer a threat, and Nicole was the queen the of the high school. Tamryn had since lost 10 pounds due to diet and exercise, and despite being 15 pounds away from her high school weight, looked absolutely fantastic. Especially when standing next to Nicole.
“Wow, you look... umm... How have you been, how is school?” asked Tamryn.
After the initial embrace had finished, the girls took a minute to drink in Nicole. They couldn’t believe what they saw. Though, Amanda had texted all of them before the beach meeting to inform them of how much girth Nicole had packed on to her frame. The form that stood before the girls, however, was awe inspiring. It was as if they were rubbernecking at a brutal highway accident. You know you shouldn’t stare, but you just can’t help yourself.
“Ummmm... pretty good. You guys look great!” said Nicole.
“Thank you!”, they all chimed in.
Nicole was waiting for the compliment to be returned, but it wasn’t.
“Nicole, your shoulders are getting awful red,” interjected Amanda, with the stern tone of a concerned mother. “You haven’t been getting much sun lately and it looks like you’re burning up. Do you want me to help you put some sunscreen on?”
Nicole shuddered at the thought of Amanda touching her toneless flesh, in front of some long lost friends and “Hot” Rob. She quickly balked at the idea.
“No thank you, Amanda. I’ll let you know when I need some.”
“Well, you’ll be sorry then.”
“Yeah, she will... if she doesn’t drink up. Nic, start drinking,” said Dan, who oddly, was intimidating to her. Back in high school, Dan was just another boy with a crush that enjoyed hanging around her that she would never consider anything beyond a friend. However, in her current state, she almost seemed beneath Dan.
“Yeah... You look like you could out drink us all,” joked Rob. Nicole did not know what to make of that comment.
If there was one thing that was going to make this afternoon go by better, it would be drinking cold beer. After all, it was a sweltering, early June day. She chugged her first beer without much regard for manners or appearance. She went over to the cooler to grab another one.
“Whoa whoa there, ‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin! Did you just main event Wrestlemania? Don’t drink the cooler dry, chief.”
Rob had just called her chief. No male calls a female “chief” that he wants to have sex with.
“Yeah, Nicole, don’t get too bloated on beer,” said Tamryn.
“Yes, it’s volleyball time!!!” said Amanda, as she shimmed out of her shorts, revealing a sexy bright red bikini body that hugged her heart shaped ass like it was custom made for her rump.
“God damn, Amanda! You have an ass on you,” hooted Lisa. Nicole again recoiled internally with jealousy. They used to say that about her just one year ago.
“So which side do you want, Nicole?” asked the now bikini clad Amanda.
“I think I’ll sit this one out,” said Nicole, as she buried herself in her second beer.
The group played volleyball in the sweltering sun as morning quickly turned into afternoon. After each game, Nicole was asked to join in on the fun. She had no interest. Walking through the beach sand was laborious enough for her 160 pound body. Trying to play volleyball, in this heat, could actually be detrimental to her health.
“Nic, your shoulders are really red you know, you sure you don’t want to put some sun screen on?” asked Lisa, with great concern.
“No thanks, Lisa.”
“Well, at least come down to the water with us and cool off! You can’t sit there and drink beer all day.”
Nicole belched a little.
“Well... maybe she can Lisa,” said Rob, with great condescension.
“Yeah, I’ll come down to the water with you in a little bit. I’m just not feeling hot enough yet.”
Aesthetically, Nicole hadn’t felt hot in months. Physically, however, she was absolutely sweltering. The normally light and airy fabric of the dress felt heavy, clingy, and wet, as she was covered in sweat. As she sat in the sand, she could feel it sticking to the outside of her thighs, and to the thick rolls that formed around her middle. To make matters worse, the 5 beers were aiding already over occupied paunch to appear even more bloated.
The group walked down to the water. As soon as they were out of earshot, Nicole thought aloud, “I even have belly sweat.”
Nicole stood up, finished her beer, and decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. Walking through the beach sand proved even more difficult this time, as she was not only fatigued from the heat, but also semi-drunk. The sight of another fried dough stand in the distance inspired her to pick up her gait. This only served to tire her out.
From the water, Nicole’s friends observed that she had gotten up and walked toward the boardwalk.
“I can’t believe it, she’s getting another fried dough! This is amazing,” blurted out Amanda, with great delight.
“You were right, she has gotten fucking fat!!! When you said she put on 40 pounds, I almost didn’t believe you. It’s absolutely incredible,” said Lisa.
“Yeah, serves her right though for being so nasty to you last summer, Amanda!”
“She’s definitely fat, but damn... you girls are catty,” retorted Dustin.
Rob, who once wanted nothing more than to have sex with Nicole, seemed disgusted by the whole subject. The truth was, he wanted to have a rendezvous with Amanda.
“So Amanda, you look awesome. How have you been?” said Rob, flashing his chiseled features with a subtle smile.
Eventually, both the group and Nicole ended up back at the volleyball net. Nicole kept drinking the afternoon away. Finally, by 2pm, she was sufficiently overheated, and sufficiently drunk. It was time to shed the sundress.
“Hey Robbb.... can you come put some sun screen on me?”, slurred Nicole, speaking with the precision of someone who had finished off 9 beers on a 95 degree day.
Rob shook his head and laughed. “I don’t know about that, Snooki.”
Amanda quickly came to Nicole’s aid.
“I’ll help you out, Nic! Though, I think it might be too late for your shoulders, sweetie.”
“Oh no.. I’m..I”m..ffph...fine,” said Nicole, as she began to take off her sundress.
The sundress that left everything to the imagination soon gave way to a bikini that left little to the imagination. Nicole tore off the sundress, unveiling her pale and buttery figure to the group. The pallid and doughy quality of her flesh was a shocking contrast when juxtaposed to Amanda’s tan and toned bikini body. The only color on Nicole’s body came from her sun burned shoulders, the pimples on her back, and the silvery stretch marks one her love handles and thighs.
“WOW!”, blurted out Annabelle. She couldn’t help herself. Luckily, the drunken Nicole did not notice.
“Jus.. make sure you use the SPF 2 so I can get a tan, okay Amanda?”
“Sure thing, Nicole,” mocked Amanda. Unbeknownst to the drunken blond, Amanda has grabbed a bottle of SPF 100 and began to apply the sunscreen. Amanda not only wanted to protect Nicole’s suddenly fair skin from the sun, she wanted her to remain a pale mess.
“I think.. I think I can get my own bb.belly Amanda,” squeaked Nicole, as Amanda kneaded Nicole’s pot belly like a ball of dough.
“Oh that’s okay, I want to be thorough.”
Amanda couldn’t believe how fat her friend had gotten. Furthermore, she couldn’t believe that Nicole was able to find a bikini that fit her. In actuality, the light blue bikini top remained from one of the blonde’s favorite and most famous bikinis. Amanda recognized this. What she did not recognize, however, were the mismatched purple floral bikini bottoms. What she did not know was that Nicole found the bottoms in her sister Jennifer’s old closet. The same sister who had gained an enormous amount of weight since finishing school and getting married. The same sister who Nicole vowed to never become.
Unfortunately for Nicole, the bikini bottoms were actually somewhat snug. That morning, when she tried them on, she deduced that they must have been purchased by Jennifer after broaching that 150 pound mark. This meant they were 10 pounds too small for the painfully pear shaped Nicole.
Nicole spent the rest of the afternoon attempting to talk to Rob, only to have her attempts at flirtations stymied, as he instead chose to talk to Amanda. In fact, Amanda and Rob had struck up quite the attraction, as they frolicked in the waves and openly groped each other. This made Nicole want to drink and eat more. By 3pm, she had stopped at a vendor for 3 hot dogs. Nicole put on quite a show as she walked to the cart, forgoing her sundress, and allowing her bouncing, swollen behind to jiggle with each step, for everyone to see.
“It looks like her ass cheeks are eating that bikini bottom,” mentioned one of the girls.
Upon returning from her hot dog adventure, the corpulent blond drunkenly began rallying everyone for a volleyball game.
“Oh, so now you want to play? You sure? You’ve out drank all of us, Nic,” said Amanda, with serious concern.
“FUCK YEAH! LET’S DO THIS,” screamed an overly excited, and drunken Nicole.
As teams were picked, Nicole attempted to leverage her way on to Rob’s team. Conveniently, there was no room on his team, as Amanda joined his team to round his squad.
Nicole was never much of an athlete, even as a svelte bombshell. With 40 extra pounds, however, Nicole was less of an athlete. In fact, it would’ve been appropriate to classify her as a liability. She collided with her other teammates on multiple plays, displaying a world class lack of coordination and grace.
“We’re going to kick... your ass Amaanda! Just like I used to for all the guys in high school.”
Amanda did a double take. “Are you serious? You’re awful.” The fit brunette did not take kindly to Nicole’s comments, despite knowing her level of intoxication. Even as a high school athlete, Amanda was always jealous of Nicole’s ability to pick-up men. Her comments the previous year only served to intensify that jealously. It inevitably motivated her to get back into the gym, and peel off part of the 30 pounds she had put on as a freshman.
“Yeah bitch.” Some of Nicole’s pent up anger and jealously was beginning to fester in the form of drunken expression.
“Okay then,” said Amanda, with grave intent.
On the very next play, Rob left a perfect set for Amanda. The brunette, who had reclaimed nearly all of her high school athletic ability since committing herself to physical fitness in the past year, elevated and spiked the ball.... squarely into the soft expanse of Nicole’s paunch.
Nicole crumpled to the ground, forming a puddle of pudge on the sand, with a large circular welt clearly displayed across her soft tummy. Initially, there was laughter, then some concern. Nicole caught her breath, and sat up, while her roly-poly pot belly formed a thick roll that complete obscured her bikini bottoms.
“You okay?,” asked Amanda, legitimately concerned.
“Yyyeaahh... I think... I just had a bit too much to drink.”
Nicole stood up gingerly and waddled to the towel, defeated and embarrassed.
“Man, she’s pathetic,” whispered Lisa.
“Yeah, we should hang out with her for a bit and then bring her home. I think Rob and Amanda are going to take off shortly,” said Annabelle.
Twenty minutes later, Amanda and Rob had snuck away. Soon after that, the rest of the group packed up and began to make the trek from the beach, back to their cars.
“Wake up, Nicole, time to go,” said Lisa, sweetly.
Nicole stood up like a zombie, attempting to shake the cobwebs of her impromptu nap, and awkwardly squeezed into the sundress. She didn’t even have to ask where Amanda and Rob had gone. She simply accepted the fact that she lost out.
Nicole went to bed that afternoon shortly after getting dropped off. She woke up just before 11pm, which left her plenty of time to go the refrigerator and find a snack before Conan came on. She had slept off the day’s intoxication and felt better. That was until she signed on to Facebook.
“15 new notifications... what the.... no....”
Nicole had been tagged in 15 new pictures, in her mismatched bikini, with bottoms that her sister purchased after gaining 30 pounds in prior, drunkenly on the beach, on Facebook.
Nicole looked up at her calendar. Spain was now just two days away.
(Continued in post 45 of this thread)
Last edited by Britt Reid : 12-25-2011 at 05:15 PM.
|06-09-2011, 04:50 PM||#31|
Join Date: Aug 2008
Very well, the latest two episodes are both good. Let me try to explain why.
Part 14 apparently lets nothing happen: it just makes our expectations grow as we see Nicole in her pathetic daily routine. The expectations grow even more when we finally know that she is soon levaing for Spain!
Spain is interesting for a number of reasons. People usually have dinner very late, even after 9:00 pm. Now think about our (not so) little Nicole, used to overeating. She would probably have the munchies at least an hour before dinner is served, binge on something and then dine properly: imagine what this would make to her waistline! Spanish food is also quite fattening and heavy (i.e. paellas and the such) and Spaniards are famous for their fondness of partying. After a huge (second) dinner there is nothing better than a huge party with lots of fattening foods and liters of sangria (sugared and fruit flavored wine). By the way, Spain weights are measured in kilograms, rather than pounds, and I do not think Nicole to be clevere enough to do the maths when getting on a scale. She could read "72 kilograms" (160 pounds) and misjudge to have slimmed down. And, eventually, nobody knows Nicole in Spain so she would not ashamed for her huge weight gain.
Part 15 is just a nice subplot that suspends the main one (trip to Spain) and uses it as an excuse for the final humiliation. It is very well developed and I appreciate the fact that we do not even know is Amanda is taking a revenge on her friend or is sincerely trying to be nice throwing a surprise party. This is good: let it up to the reader to figure it! The final twist with the pictures tagged on Facebook is awesome because we are not even aware that any photos were taken! How could we? The POV (point of view) is fixed on Nicole and she has far bigger concerns.
Very well, take you time as usual and give us at least another chapter about Nicole's adventure in Spain.
|06-09-2011, 07:59 PM||#32|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Thank you again for taking the time to write such a thoughtful and extensive response! I always enjoy receiving comments from the reader. Your thoughts are always the best! So thank you, I do really appreciate it.
You make some excellent suggestions for the next chapter! It seems like you have some clear insight into the European lifestyle, in particular, that of the Spaniards. The next chapter, if I get around to writing it, might be a bit of a curve ball for everyone.
Again, I really appreciate your response. Knowing that there are legitimate fans of the story is what keeps me writing! Thank you thank you!
|06-10-2011, 05:57 AM||#34|
Join Date: Aug 2008
I am glad to be of any help to you!
Keep the good work!
|06-11-2011, 04:08 PM||#35|
Join Date: Dec 2007
Another great story, and it is true what Borgen says about the spanish livestyle. Plus they have siasta in spain, where they nap in the middle of the day. So the will be plenty of time for Nic to Relax and get even fatter.
All in all this is a great story, and i really hope get the write a few more chapters.
|06-11-2011, 07:48 PM||#36|
Join Date: Aug 2008
|06-12-2011, 01:21 AM||#37|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Well, you guys are certainly inspiring me to write more sections, that's for sure! I might even change what I had planned with the recent slew of excellent suggestions/feedback I've received from you folks. It's very much appreciated/motivating.
|06-12-2011, 11:27 AM||#38|
Join Date: Feb 2008
I have to say it's already on par with some of the best stories I've read. It's well paced and with the central character only being a junior after the summer, and imaginably Lindsey awaiting to pick up where Amanda left off, Nicole has little hope.
|07-09-2011, 03:30 PM||#41|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Looking to do an update soon. It's a matter of motivation and figuring out just what I want to do next. Plus, I have been thinking about starting a new story.
|08-15-2011, 10:55 PM||#45|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Author’s Note: So I decided to keep writing this story. I think there will be 3 or 4 chapters left before the close of the story. To the fans of this story: This chapter is a bit of a departure from what you've read. I hope you all keep an open mind... and most importantly, enjoy it. Thank you!
As always, I apologize for any choppiness/grammatical errors/other oversights. It's a real labor to get these chapters written, so the last thing I want to do is go back and edit my writing. Way too much of a chore at the end of a very long work day.
“I can’t believe it’s been almost 18 months since we’ve seen each other, Amanda. It’s been so long.”
Nicole gave herself a once over in her full length mirror, craning her neck to both get a better glimpse at her body, all the while keeping her cell phone from falling to the floor.
“Yeah, it is crazy. Listen, I’m going to finish getting ready and let you go. I have to pack the rest of the clothes up for donation. I’ll meet you at the restaurant in 20 minutes, okay?”
The well-traveled blond sucked in slightly and fastened her jeans with little trouble. She was pleased with how well the pants fit.
“Okay, looking forward to seeing you! Bye!”
Nicole hung up the phone and smiled. “I think I look pretty good,” she said.
It had been 18 months since Nicole last saw Amanda on that faithful day at the beach. It had been just 4 months since she had returned from Spain. Nicole enjoyed Europe so much that she decided to stay for an additional 2 months after school had ended, in order to travel and soak in more of the culture.
The young college student’s experience in Spain did not come without it’s initial bumps in the road. Nicole was incredibly home sick after just a few short weeks in Spain. She missed her family, her friends, and most importantly, her couch. The rut Nicole had created for herself was one of comfort, overindulgence, and gluttony. It was not something that was easy to break out of, or leave behind. Unbeknownst to Nicole, she officially broached 160 pounds within two of weeks of landing in Spain. Thankfully for her, she never found a scale to step on to confirm that number. She was left to believe that the heaviest she had ever become was 158 pounds, the number that stared back at her the morning she left for her exchange change.
Things quickly began to turn around for Nicole when she met a group of affable American students, from many different universities, who were also on exchange. Unlike her friends back home, these knew people had no malice in their heart. They did not know her as the formerly rude and arrogant party girl, who was a universal 10 and made all her less attractive friends know about it. Instead they knew her as Nicole, the chubby and docile American girl who was very nice and seemed like she could be a great time. If only they could just get her to come out of her shell.
It didn’t take long before Nicole’s social had nearly fully rebounded to its prior status. She found herself leaving her dormitory far more often to explore the city. Meeting new people and sampling the plethora of new experiences a foreign land has to offer. She felt a bounce return to her step that had no previously been there.
After 2 months, Nicole noticed some other changes. Her pants were getting looser. Much looser. She likely wouldn’t have realized what was happening until one of male friends she was at a club with one night commented on how great she would look if she found some better fitting jeans.
It was an exhilarating thing to her, and something Nicole wasn’t sure would ever happen to her again. She was losing weight and wasn’t even trying to. The fact was the she was taking in far fewer greasy and low qualities foods while she was in Spain. Couple that with the fact that walking was the preferred and main mode of transportation, and Nicole found it quite easy to drop 15 pounds of weight, even if she wasn’t trying.
By the end of her experience, Nicole had made a wonderful group of friends. She also found herself rededicated academics, posting her best year since the Fall semester of her freshman year. She even managed to date a few handsome Spanish men. At the close of her 14 month journey, Nicole had carried a 4.0 GPA, learned to speak enough Spanish to get around the country comfortably, and even managed to lose 24 pounds. Nicole did this all while managing to maintain one important benefit of her weight gain... her B cup breasts.
Nicole looked into the mirror one last name and exhaled. A small pooch erupted at the base of her t-shirt, indicating that while she had dropped a significant amount of weight, she was still a far cry from the 120 pound smoke show that was a scene stealer just a few short years ago. Despite losing so much weight, Nicole’s body was changed. She was a bit more bottom heavy at 135 pounds than she had been previously. When stripped of clothing the sides of her tummy, thighs, and hips revealed light, silvery stretch marks, that were indicative of the 40 pound gain that had come, and mostly gone.
Despite being a far cry from her former glory, Nicole still good, especially to the opposite sex. Her dating opportunities had increased since she had came home. However, with maturity, in addition to past humiliations, Nicole was much more discerning and careful in who she chose to spend her time with.
Nicole was appreciative to have lost the weight she did. The blond was careful not to complain about remaining 15 pounds away from her apex of hotness. Instead, she was thankful to be able to squeeze into a size 6 on a good day... a size 8 on bad days.
“Well, time to see Amanda. I wonder how this will go?” uttered Nicole, as she picked up a box of clothes and walked out to her car. There was a clear, unspoken tension between the two the last time they were together. Nicole was hoping 18 months apart, and some maturing on her part, would help clear the air.
On her way out the door, Nicole ran into her mother.
“Honey, you look so good today! And to think, I was so worried you were going to end up bigger than your sister after you got back to Spain. Are you excited to see Amanda? I heard she gained a little weight.”
Nicole sneered. Her 14 months in Spain forced her to reflect on how she had behaved previously. She knew how hurtful those types of barbs could be, especially considering she had been on the receiving end of so many herself.
“Well, even if I did, what’s so bad about that? She’s your daughter after all.” Nicole kissed her mother on the cheek and moved towards the door. She ignored the comment about Amanda, however, she couldn’t help but feel a sense curiosity about the state of her friend’s figure. Had Amanda rebounded to her freshman year flesh out, which had shocked her so much just two years ago?
“I know, I know sweetie. It’s just so hard to lose weight once you’ve put it on. Just look at me,” her mother replied, knowing that she had added a significant amount of weight since giving birth to her daughters over 20 years ago.
“I’ll see you later, mom.”
Twenty minutes later, Nicole was pulling into her favorite Italian restaurant in town. She found a parking space, shut the car off, and undid her seatbelt. While she was under 140 pounds for the first time since April of her sophomore of college, she still wasn’t exactly in prime shape. Her belly, albeit significantly smaller than before her trip to Spain, still spilled over the waist band of her jeans ever so slightly, leaving a subtle muffin top wrapping around her waist. She thought back to three short years ago, when her stomach was flat and toned with no effort or maintenance needed whatsoever. Now, her seatbelt pinched her petite paunch, ever so slightly, as a reminder that she wasn’t quite where she used to be.
“Well, at least I’m not a buck 50 anymore,” Nicole said appreciatively, as she got out of the car and made her way inside the restaurant.
“Oh my god, you look amazing, Nicole!” shouted Amanda. This was the first time in years Amanda had said this to Nicole and meant it.
“So do you, Amanda,” said Nicole, with a genuine tone to her voice. It was nice to see her old friend. No longer feeling overweight was an added comfort for the blond.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I’m not in NEARLY as good of shape I was before you left. And I’m even further away from what I looked like in high school. I’m 10 pounds away from reaching my fattest weight, which I hit as a freshman. Remember how big I was? And stoned all the time?”
All the sculpted muscle and tone that Amanda had worked so hard to achieve was gone. She hadn’t gained a significant amount of weight. In fact, if she had stepped on a scale, it would have revealed she had only gained approximately 10 pounds, bringing her up to an even 140. What had changed, however, was the composition of her weight. Gone was the fat incinerating lane muscle. It had been replaced by soft, afternoon naps on the couch type of lazy fat that you get only from shirking gym responsibilities.
“You look beautiful, Amanda. Seriously. I think we’ve both put on a few.”
“You look like you lost a few! Jesus. Spain was great to you.”
“I have,” said Nicole. “I really needed to too. But honestly Amanda, you are gorgeous. I’m just happy we can share wardrobes again. I’m donating a bunch of clothes this afternoon that don’t fit.”
“Getting rid of fat pants is always fun, although, the rate I am going, I might regret giving mine away a year ago,” joked Amanda, though there was a twinge of seriousness in her voice.
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a relief,” said Nicole, looking to change the subject. The truth was, Nicole wasn’t just donating her “fat pants”. While the box was filled with a few pairs of size 10s, 12s, and even one pair of 14s, there were just as many size 2s and size 4s. In fact, Nicole hadn’t kept much from days as a 120 pound princess, save a few skirts and dresses. And she was okay with this. It was time to upgrade her wardrobe into something more adult anyway. No one needed to know that her inability to lose those pesky 15 or so pounds was the impetus for the fashion expungence. After all, her favorite pair of size 4s wouldn’t make it over her generous rear end this morning, prompting their cardboard burial.
“Enough about weight, lets catch up. Are you still with Rob? I don’t ever see him post on your Facebook wall anymore?” asked Nicole, with concern.
“Yeah Nic... uhhh... we broke up. He’s a real asshole. You know that?”
“I kinda figured. You’re way better off anyway... Fuck him.”
“Yeah, fuck him.”
“What should we get? How about some apps? Maybe the potato skins?”
Nicole smiled. “Sounds great to me. Lets get them with the chicken chili and cheese!”
And with that, the two friends began a genuinely wonderful lunch.
(Continued in post 37 of this thread)
Last edited by Britt Reid : 12-25-2011 at 05:17 PM.
|08-16-2011, 11:01 PM||#47|
Join Date: Jan 2011
Been on a writing roll the past two nights. Hopefully, I can stay in this groove. These past two chapters have been a lot different than the previous 16. However, I think they're important in building toward the end of the story. I hope everyone keeps in open mind and bears with me. Again, apologies for any errors in the story.
In case it's not clear to everyone, the story has advanced a couple of years. Nicole is now 2 years removed from college and 3 years removed from her Spain trip. I'm expecting there to be 3 or 4 more chapters to this story left.
“Great class, everyone!” shouted a super fit looking brunette wearing spandex pants, sports bra, and baseball hot.
Nicole hoped off of her stationary bike. She could see her reflection in the mirrors all around her. The image reflected back would be a shock to anyone that had seen her during sophomore year of college.
“Especially you, Nic. You’re doing great... You’re like my best student,” said the fitness instructor, as she walked along side Nicole as they walked from spin class.
“Aww... thanks, Ellie. I really appreciate that. I’ve never felt so energized before. I don’t know why I didn’t start working out like this sooner,” replied Nicole, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“Well, it shows! You’ve done such a great job sticking with it. You’ve been at this what, a whole year now? Most people drop out after two weeks,” replied the fitness instructor, with a level of contempt for those that lacked her iron will.
“Actually, Ellie, it’s been 14 months since I started coming to the gym regularly. I started 6 months after I graduated college,” Nicole said with great pride.
“DAMN GIRL! It shows! Look at those abdominals. You’ve got a legitimate four-pack of abs. You look like you should be teaching your own class,” beamed Ellie, showing how proud she was of her prize student. “Most women blow up in college and then continue doing so straight through their twenties. You have willpower and self-control, sweetheart.”
“Oh, if only you knew, Ellie. I porked out in college. I used to be 31 pounds heavier!”
“NO FLIPPIN WAY! Seriously? I can’t picture you that fat. What did you top out at, 160 pounds?”
“No, about a 158 pounds,” Nicole said, dolefully.
Little did Nicole know, she actually peaked at 160 pounds while she was in Spain. She just didn’t have a scale to check at the time. Despite the fact she was in the best shape of her life, Nicole was still quite sensitive about how out of shape she let herself become in college. She took pride, albeit incorrectly, that she never reached 160 pounds.
“WOW. I can’t believe it. You look hot as hell now, girl. You’re a 127 pounds of lean, fat burning muscle now. And you even managed to keep that amazing butt of yours!” exclaimed Ellie.
“Thanks Ellie, I couldn’t have done it without you. I’ll see you on Thursday!” said Nicole.
And with that, the two went their separate ways, with Nicole making her way to the locker room. Ellie was right, Nicole did look great, despite the strong undercurrent of lesbianism in the rampant complimenting of her body. She stood in front of a mirror and admired her handy work.
Nicole had never been in this kind of shape before. The blond’s body was better than it ever was, even at her physical peak in high school. Sure, she was 7 pounds heavier than then. However, that 7 pounds was comprised mostly of lean muscle. Nicole was proudly a size 4 knockout, with a much better appreciation for her figure than she ever had in high school.
The sexy blond knew how to flaunt her new found figure too. Her gym outfit left little to the imagination, as she was dressed in a pair of tiny, skin tight spandex shorts. Above that was a red sports bra, which comfortably contained her modest, yet super pert B-cup breasts. She was amazed that she could be so fit, yet have a bigger chest than she did in high school. It was a miracle of modern birth control.
Her rear end, which was always her most prized possession, regained and retained its former shape and glory. Nicole still had a feminine shape to her, despite spending 4 to 6 nights a week in the gym. Nicole had crafted herself back into a true 10. A real life smoke show. And the blond couldn’t have been happier.
Nicole quickly stripped down to her birthday suit and wrapped herself in a towel. She was going to shower and spend some quality time in the sauna before departing the gym that evening. Before heading off to her watery reward, Nicole checked her cell phone. She noticed she had one voicemail.
“Hello Nicole. This is Robert Easton from Nabisco. We’ve reviewed your application and resume and would like to bring you in for an interview for the area sales coordinator position. Please give us a call back to schedule. I’m looking forward to meeting you. Thank you.”
Nicole’s heart jumped. She couldn’t believe the people at Nabisco wanted to interview her. Like most college graduates, she had been having difficulty finding a real job in the current economy. She had landed only one job utilizing her business administration degree since graduating, almost 2 years ago. Despite being a model employee, she was laid off as the company began to hemorrhage money.
Since then, she had worked a variety of jobs. Currently, she was working at a pre-school during the day, chasing kids around and cleaning up after them. At night, usually after the gym, she went to work as a cocktail waitress and part-time bartender at a local night club. She didn’t mind, as she made more enough money from both jobs, particularly the one at the night club, to live modestly. Nicole was even living on her own, which most of her peers could not yet claim. Besides, she was on her feet constantly. It made it that much easier to maintain her incredible figure.
The opportunity at Nabisco was a significant one. She would be making nearly double what she was making now, and would mark the true beginning of her life as a career woman. It was a job that would require a lot of travel, with a sales radius of over 200 miles. It had been almost 3 years since she went to Spain. She would be turning 24 soon and wanted to treat herself to a wonderful birthday present. Landing this job would enable her to do that.
Truthfully, she was a bit under qualified for the gig. However, she was very personable, and had met Mr. Easton at the club while out with some sales executives from Nabisco when they sat at her table in the night club one evening. All it took was a few drinks, and few “oopsie, I dropped something” bending over moments in her tight black dress, and she was given an email account in which to submit her credentials.
That evening, Nicole called out of work and went straight home to learn all she could about Nabsico and their product line.
“Oreos... Chips Ahoy... Easy Cheese.... mmmmm,” muttered Nicole while sitting quietly in front of her computer. Thoughts of her marijuana induced college binges, which seemed like such a distant memory, came rushing back to mind.
“Oh, and Wheat Thins too. I guess they do have some healthy stuff,” said Nicole, almost unconsciously relieved.
The next morning, Nicole picked up the phone and called Robert back. He was thrilled to hear from her and scheduled an interview for the following afternoon. A few days later, she heard back from Robert.
“Hi Nicole, this is Robert. How are this afternoon?”
“I’m excellent, how are you? I’d like to thank you again for the opportuni...”
“You can spare me the pleasantries, Nicole. The hiring committee loved you, and we’d like to make you an offer. It should arrive in the mail by tomorrow morning. If you’re interested, we’d like to have you start as soon as possible. The dollars and cents are identical to what we discussed in the intervi...”
“Can I start Monday?”
“Why yes, you can! You took the next question right out of my mouth. Meet us here at the sales office at 7am. Remember Frank? You’ll be riding with him to check out some of your sales locations. It’s going to be a BUSY day. Pack a lunch... and maybe even dinner.”
“Sounds great!!” Nicole was overjoyed. This news couldn’t have been better.
The weekend came and left, with Nicole giving her immediate notice of resignation at the day care. She decided to keep the waitressing job. It was only a matter of time before she made regular weekend bartender. Her news was greeted with congratulations and admiration from all those close to her, except her mother and trainer, Ellie. They both told her to be careful not to over indulge on the cookie company’s delicious products.
Soon, Monday morning had arrived and Nicole showed up to work, dressed smartly in tight black pants and a business casual top. Frank was outside, anxiously awaiting her arrival.
“Welcome aboard, Nicole. You can fill out some of the requisite paperwork on the road. We’ve got an abundance of stops to make.”
The two newly minted co-workers climbed inside Frank’s BMW and began their journey. The morning was a whirlwind experience for Nicole, journeying from Wal-Mart, to grocery store, to local convenience store. The time she spent in the shaking hands and meeting managers was matched only by the amount of time she spent driving, almost endlessly at some points. A small part of her worried about the prospect of traveling so much. There was no time to worry about that, she thought, as it would just be something for her to become accustomed to. This opportunity with Nabisco was too good to pass up. Nonetheless, she decided to pick Frank’s brain for some insight into the job.
“So do you spend most of the day on the road?”
“It depends. I’m usually glued to this car seat, or I’m glued to the chair in my office going over reports or on the phone. It’s a lot of stressing out and sitting around! But the pay is good” answered Frank earnestly, as he patted the steering wheel of his BMW.
“I see,” said Nicole.
“Plus, you’ll never go hungry! You want a cookie?” asked Frank, as he reached down into the center console and pulled out a tin of mini Oreos.
Nicole, was torn. She avoided sweets like the plague these days. However, she didn’t want to insult Frank, or the company that just hired her. The blond obliged, figuring a few mini Oreos couldn’t hurt her.
“Plenty where that came from, so dig in!” said Frank, with a genuine jubilance in his voice.
Before Nicole knew it, the morning had passed, as had half the contents of the Oreo can through her mouth.
“You didn’t pack a lunch, did you?” said Frank, almost sarcastically.
Nicole hadn’t. She was in far too much of a hurry this morning to think of such things.
“Me neither. I never have time. I should be sponsored by McDonald’s at this point with the amount of freakin’ business I give this people. We sales people keep a roof over Ronald’s head.”
Frank turned on his blinker and took a right into McDonald’s. He ordered his usual lunch of two cheeseburgers and a large fry. Nicole, opted for a salad.
“It’s a long way to the next stop, sweetheart, you’ll want more than that.”
And so the day went on. It was a 13 hour marathon of traveling, as they visited nearly 20 locations and had driven nearly 350 miles in total. This included another stop at McDonald’s and two stops for coffee and muffins at different Dunkin Donuts locations.
“Alright Nicole, great job today. I hope the driving didn’t tire you out too badly. I’ll see you again tomorrow, bright and early!”
And with that, Nicole strolled over to her car, absolutely exhausted. How could she be so tired from sitting in a car all day? She hadn’t done anything physical. In fact, she felt absolutely sluggish. Could it have been from the explosion of grease and junk food she indulged on from mid-afternoon onward, all in an attempt to mask her hunger from missing breakfast and having such a light lunch? Her lunch at McDonald’s marked the first time she had ordered and finished a Big Mac since her sophomore year of college.
Nicole got home that night, grabbed her gym bag, and promptly fell asleep on her couch. She was too wiped to even make it out the door. Before she knew it, morning had arrived. The beautiful blond felt refreshed, despite her 13 hour marathon of sedentary activity the previous day. Nicole rushed to work and Frank was again ready and eager to get on the road.
“Forgot lunch again today, didn’t you?”
Shit. She had forgotten to pack a healthy meal with her today.
“Yeah... I need to get used to this.”
“Don’t worry,” said Frank, “I have a morning pick-me up for you.”
Frank had half a dozen donuts under his arm, and a large French Vanilla ice coffee, with two sugars and extra cream in the other.
(Continued at post 51 on page three of this thread)
Last edited by Britt Reid : 12-25-2011 at 12:37 AM.
|08-17-2011, 02:22 PM||#48|
Join Date: May 2010
I like the way the story arc is looping full circle...I wonder how it will play out? I love the story, maxymumspyder, and I hope you find the inspiration to create more works in future. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
|08-17-2011, 02:25 PM||#49|
Purple Monkey Dishwasher!
Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Northern NJ
Seems like she is going to gain quite a bit of weight from her job. Would like to hear descriptions of how it changes her body/clothes/life throughout the process.
|08-17-2011, 04:12 PM||#50|
Join Date: Feb 2008
excellent story. I can't wait to see the end
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