1300 Class
Pam Poovey's Stunt Double
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.
