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~BBW (Mult), Eating, Intrigue, ~SWG - A perverse social butterfly becomes a very hungry caterpillar
Chapter One - Grace Lavelle gets a lab partner
Grace Lavelle was every teenaged boy’s dream come true- the head cheerleader, blonde, five foot six, 120 pounds, 32 B bust, 24 inch waist, and a thirty three inch ass.
Despite her lack of intelligence, Grace ruled the school as well as excelled in it- nerds were always eager to do her homework. As a result, she was in mostly honors classes. But the most work Grace ever did was in the bedroom. Grace was a lazy cheerleading captain, May, her co-captain was the grounded one.
The only reason Grace hadn’t porked up yet was that she ate small portions in the day, only taking in calories from wine coolers on weekend nights. This, coupled with some light stretching at cheerleading practice and writhing and grinding on the hottest boy at the party each weekend kept up the svelte figure that was her scepter.
Amanda Robin disliked Grace Lavelle and everything that she stood for. Amanda was a quiet hipster who skirted around the edges of the almost-cool crowd. But for the most part, Amanda was a loner, a bisexual, plump little loner. Weighing in at 154 pounds, five foot three Amanda sported a curious little pot belly that poked out of some of her smaller shirts, fairly ample breasts (36 C) and a wobbling bubble butt supported by jiggling thighs.
Amanda wasn’t an overly gluttonous person, she came from a long line of chefs and possessed a terrible aversion to physical exertion. As an only child and an utterly friendless teen, Amanda had no one to taste test her recipes. She only started to cook midway through junior year. Now, the first day of senior year, she stood 29 pounds heavier.
It was cruel fate that brought these two opposites together. Room 204, Mr. Brinkley’s Honors Physics Class is where it all transpired.
“Good morning class, and welcome,” said Mr. Brinkley, “Lab partners will be chosen a bit differently than usual this year. I want each of you, in alphabetical order to come up and pick a name out of this hat. Whoever’s name is on the slip of paper you pull out will be your lab partner for the year.”
All the boys hoped they would be lucky enough to snag Grace Lavelle as their lab partner, but none of them were, for after Dan Kearns picked his partner, it was Grace’s turn. She pulled out a slip of paper, praying it would be a drooling nerd so she wouldn’t have to lift a carefully manicured finger.
The paper she pulled out read “Amanda Robin”.
“Amanda Robin,” said Grace aloud, “Who the hell is that?”
“Me,” squeaked Amanda, “I’m Amanda Robin.”
“Perfect!” smiled Mr. Brinkley, “Have fun being lab partners you two!”
As Grace Lavelle took her seat the only thing going through her mind was the same as what was going through Amanda Robin’s, “What did I do to deserve this?”
Later that night
It was a little after 8:00pm. Amanda Robin had finished eating a rather large turkey dinner at six thirty, yet here she was back in the kitchen furiously mixing up a batch of homemade brownies.
“Honestly, Meowzer,” Amanda said to her cat who was perched on the countertop, “What did I do to deserve that bitch as a partner? Ugh!”
Meowzer the cat cocked his head quizzically as Amanda poured the mix into a pan and thrust it into the oven.
“Life sucks, kitty! I have to work with a skinny stuck up snob, and brownies take two hours to cook!” complained Amanda, “If I don’t get something sweet into my mouth this second I’m going to go batshit crazy!”
To satisfy her rage induced sweet treat cravings, Amanda went to the freezer. Her quest was a success, a gallon of rocky road ice cream was her reward.
“I’ll just eat it out of the tub, kitty, there isn’t that much left.”
Apparently to Amanda, half a gallon of ice cream wasn’t ‘that much’. A few cherries made her sundae nearly complete, all she had to do was drown the cherries in fudge. Pretending that the cherries were miniature Grace Lavelle, Amanda doused them with enough chocolate fudge to ensure they did not escape their sweet icy prison. Amanda grabbed a spoon and plopped herself down on the couch with her ice cream and laptop to pass the time.
Whatever show was on TBS was merely for ambiance as Amanda never looked up from her laptop in the two hours since she sat down. Her stomach rumbled as she heard the buzzer. Her brownies were done. Even though it was around ten pm she deserved one, right? She’d only eaten a few spoonfuls of ice cream, and that was hours ago, wasn’t it?
Meanwhile, just a few streets over Grace was expressing her sentiments over the phone.
“Honestly Katie, somebody up there must hate me! Pairing me up with such a nerd! I’ve never even heard of her, have you?” whined Grace.
Katie was Grace’s second in command cheerleader. She was a close second to Grace in nearly everything: cheer, looks, promiscuity, and alcohol consumption. The one thing she trumped Grace in was academics. Katie and Grace shared a lot of the same classes, but like Amanda, Katie was in the classes because she worked hard and was intelligent.
“Yeah, she was in my math class last year. It’s funny though, she was super quiet and pretty skinny at the beginning of the year. But towards the end of the last semester she started gaining weight pretty fast. She looked to have gained around ten or fifteen pounds the last time I saw her.” Said Katie.
“How much would you say she weighed?” asked Grace.
“I dunno, around 140? Why?” asked Katie quizzically.
“140!? Katie, she’s at least 160 now!” shouted Grace, “Not only is my lab partner a total nerd, but she’s also on her way to being a whale!”
“I don’t know about that, but I’m sure she’ll be pushing 200 before graduation.” Giggled Katie.
“Easily!” agreed Grace.
“Listen, Grace, I’ve got some homework to get to I’ll see you tomorrow.” admitted Katie.
“Alright, girl. But wait! Promise me that neither of us will ever get that fat!”
“I promise,” swore Katie.
After hanging up the phone Grace meandered down the stairs and into the kitchen. Grace’s mother had baked a great big American apple pie that afternoon, which Grace had politely refused. She didn’t eat much at dinner and she was hungry, apple pie sounded heavenly.
“Just one little sliver,” Grace said to herself, “I’ve been good lately, I deserve it.”
One little sliver came and went, once, twice, three times.
“What good is apple pie without ice cream?” Grace asked herself.
The fourth ‘little sliver’ of pie was at least twice the size of any of her previous slivers. She coated the pie with whipped cream and two scoops of vanilla ice cream before taking a moment to admire her delightful sneaky repast. She scarfed down the pie and ice cream as quickly as she could to avoid any awkward encounters with her mother and quickly went up stairs.
As she climbed into bed Grace felt something quite alien to her, a warm feeling radiating throughout her stomach. Grace Lavelle was stuffed. Laying on her back, she ran her hand over her now convex stomach. It felt good, it was comforting.
“A girl could get used to this,” she thought before drifting off to sleep.
(Continued in post 4 of this thread)
Hungry Caterpillar
by Itsoktogain
by Itsoktogain
Chapter One - Grace Lavelle gets a lab partner
Grace Lavelle was every teenaged boy’s dream come true- the head cheerleader, blonde, five foot six, 120 pounds, 32 B bust, 24 inch waist, and a thirty three inch ass.
Despite her lack of intelligence, Grace ruled the school as well as excelled in it- nerds were always eager to do her homework. As a result, she was in mostly honors classes. But the most work Grace ever did was in the bedroom. Grace was a lazy cheerleading captain, May, her co-captain was the grounded one.
The only reason Grace hadn’t porked up yet was that she ate small portions in the day, only taking in calories from wine coolers on weekend nights. This, coupled with some light stretching at cheerleading practice and writhing and grinding on the hottest boy at the party each weekend kept up the svelte figure that was her scepter.
Amanda Robin disliked Grace Lavelle and everything that she stood for. Amanda was a quiet hipster who skirted around the edges of the almost-cool crowd. But for the most part, Amanda was a loner, a bisexual, plump little loner. Weighing in at 154 pounds, five foot three Amanda sported a curious little pot belly that poked out of some of her smaller shirts, fairly ample breasts (36 C) and a wobbling bubble butt supported by jiggling thighs.
Amanda wasn’t an overly gluttonous person, she came from a long line of chefs and possessed a terrible aversion to physical exertion. As an only child and an utterly friendless teen, Amanda had no one to taste test her recipes. She only started to cook midway through junior year. Now, the first day of senior year, she stood 29 pounds heavier.
It was cruel fate that brought these two opposites together. Room 204, Mr. Brinkley’s Honors Physics Class is where it all transpired.
“Good morning class, and welcome,” said Mr. Brinkley, “Lab partners will be chosen a bit differently than usual this year. I want each of you, in alphabetical order to come up and pick a name out of this hat. Whoever’s name is on the slip of paper you pull out will be your lab partner for the year.”
All the boys hoped they would be lucky enough to snag Grace Lavelle as their lab partner, but none of them were, for after Dan Kearns picked his partner, it was Grace’s turn. She pulled out a slip of paper, praying it would be a drooling nerd so she wouldn’t have to lift a carefully manicured finger.
The paper she pulled out read “Amanda Robin”.
“Amanda Robin,” said Grace aloud, “Who the hell is that?”
“Me,” squeaked Amanda, “I’m Amanda Robin.”
“Perfect!” smiled Mr. Brinkley, “Have fun being lab partners you two!”
As Grace Lavelle took her seat the only thing going through her mind was the same as what was going through Amanda Robin’s, “What did I do to deserve this?”
Later that night
It was a little after 8:00pm. Amanda Robin had finished eating a rather large turkey dinner at six thirty, yet here she was back in the kitchen furiously mixing up a batch of homemade brownies.
“Honestly, Meowzer,” Amanda said to her cat who was perched on the countertop, “What did I do to deserve that bitch as a partner? Ugh!”
Meowzer the cat cocked his head quizzically as Amanda poured the mix into a pan and thrust it into the oven.
“Life sucks, kitty! I have to work with a skinny stuck up snob, and brownies take two hours to cook!” complained Amanda, “If I don’t get something sweet into my mouth this second I’m going to go batshit crazy!”
To satisfy her rage induced sweet treat cravings, Amanda went to the freezer. Her quest was a success, a gallon of rocky road ice cream was her reward.
“I’ll just eat it out of the tub, kitty, there isn’t that much left.”
Apparently to Amanda, half a gallon of ice cream wasn’t ‘that much’. A few cherries made her sundae nearly complete, all she had to do was drown the cherries in fudge. Pretending that the cherries were miniature Grace Lavelle, Amanda doused them with enough chocolate fudge to ensure they did not escape their sweet icy prison. Amanda grabbed a spoon and plopped herself down on the couch with her ice cream and laptop to pass the time.
Whatever show was on TBS was merely for ambiance as Amanda never looked up from her laptop in the two hours since she sat down. Her stomach rumbled as she heard the buzzer. Her brownies were done. Even though it was around ten pm she deserved one, right? She’d only eaten a few spoonfuls of ice cream, and that was hours ago, wasn’t it?
Meanwhile, just a few streets over Grace was expressing her sentiments over the phone.
“Honestly Katie, somebody up there must hate me! Pairing me up with such a nerd! I’ve never even heard of her, have you?” whined Grace.
Katie was Grace’s second in command cheerleader. She was a close second to Grace in nearly everything: cheer, looks, promiscuity, and alcohol consumption. The one thing she trumped Grace in was academics. Katie and Grace shared a lot of the same classes, but like Amanda, Katie was in the classes because she worked hard and was intelligent.
“Yeah, she was in my math class last year. It’s funny though, she was super quiet and pretty skinny at the beginning of the year. But towards the end of the last semester she started gaining weight pretty fast. She looked to have gained around ten or fifteen pounds the last time I saw her.” Said Katie.
“How much would you say she weighed?” asked Grace.
“I dunno, around 140? Why?” asked Katie quizzically.
“140!? Katie, she’s at least 160 now!” shouted Grace, “Not only is my lab partner a total nerd, but she’s also on her way to being a whale!”
“I don’t know about that, but I’m sure she’ll be pushing 200 before graduation.” Giggled Katie.
“Easily!” agreed Grace.
“Listen, Grace, I’ve got some homework to get to I’ll see you tomorrow.” admitted Katie.
“Alright, girl. But wait! Promise me that neither of us will ever get that fat!”
“I promise,” swore Katie.
After hanging up the phone Grace meandered down the stairs and into the kitchen. Grace’s mother had baked a great big American apple pie that afternoon, which Grace had politely refused. She didn’t eat much at dinner and she was hungry, apple pie sounded heavenly.
“Just one little sliver,” Grace said to herself, “I’ve been good lately, I deserve it.”
One little sliver came and went, once, twice, three times.
“What good is apple pie without ice cream?” Grace asked herself.
The fourth ‘little sliver’ of pie was at least twice the size of any of her previous slivers. She coated the pie with whipped cream and two scoops of vanilla ice cream before taking a moment to admire her delightful sneaky repast. She scarfed down the pie and ice cream as quickly as she could to avoid any awkward encounters with her mother and quickly went up stairs.
As she climbed into bed Grace felt something quite alien to her, a warm feeling radiating throughout her stomach. Grace Lavelle was stuffed. Laying on her back, she ran her hand over her now convex stomach. It felt good, it was comforting.
“A girl could get used to this,” she thought before drifting off to sleep.
(Continued in post 4 of this thread)
