guyfromglasgow
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BBW (Multiple), Intrigue, ~~WG - a routine Head Girl campaign takes an unexpected and expansive turn
[Author's note: Hey, my first effort at WG fiction. I suppose you could call this the prologue. Advice/suggestions welcome! Apologies for any misunderstandings caused by my British English!]
Lana trawled through her Facebook feed with a sense of growing irritation, shaking her head every now and then. As one of the rising stars (and, as anyone with half a brain could have told you, the future captain) of the school hockey team, she held herself to very high standards of physical fitness, and her opinion of others who failed to meet these standards was not high.
Obviously, she accepted there was nothing wrong with having a couple of fat girls- hell, it was necessary, in some cases, to maintain the balance of power, and to make the likes of her look even better by comparison. True as well, she admitted, that the rot did not seem to have spread into her hockey squad, her inner circle, but still, if their Facebook pictures were anything to go by, there had been a definite pattern of weight gain among a lot of the girls in her year. And if weight gain began to become accepted, even normalized, then the results could be catastrophic. Her exalted position demanded she treat the girls in her year as a recruiting sergeant looks at a group of civilians. As the flab spread, the pool of hockey talent- and of the girls worth associating with- shrunk.
She checked again, looking through the pictures for evidence of further decline. There was Mysie, who had definitely filled out beneath the plaid shirts she always wore. The bright colours distracted a little from her spreading gut, but it was definitely looking a little strained around the waist.
Lana did not need to exert her imagination to imagine that flabby middle jiggling with every step the girl from the highlands took. And to think, she had once considered Mysie a possible recruit for the “B” squad. And that tingly feeling in her thighs was disgust, clearly.
She scrolled down a little. There was Hafsah. Now, Hafsah had never been a potential recruit, showing none of the natural athletic ability or social graces required to be one of the inner circle, but now she was carrying so much chocolaty flesh Lana would be surprised if she could still touch her toes without a struggle. As well as her belly, a lot of the new weight seemed to have accumulated around her hips and thighs. Facing forward as she was in the picture, Hafsah’s arse was out of view, but Lana guessed it must be becoming bigger and rounder than ever. And more repellent, obviously.
Another scroll. There was Penny. The tall, brown-haired girl was dressed in a white shirt that seemed to be struggling to contain both her breasts and belly. That was a shame. Those long legs could have made a good runner, but Lana doubted Penny could run more than a hundred metres now without gasping for breath. That was, of course, if she could still fit in a hockey uniform.
She leaned back on her chair, absent-mindedly picking at the bowl of chocolates in front of her. This would not do. Not at all. And those girls were just the tip of the iceberg. She could have counted at least sixteen, who had gained either a little or a lot over the summer. Sixteen bad influences, lowering the schools standards, cutting away at their sporting talent, their prestige, their…
She finished her chocolate, irritation growing, both at the plethora of bulging, sagging flesh on show on the screen, and at the increasing tightness of her shorts. Slightly self-consciously, she tensed her stomach muscles, reassuringly tight and hard, even if her hindquarters were growing to a worrying extent. Something would have to be done, however.
Both for herself, and for these others.
A cold smile spread across her face, as she relished the coming campaign. Realistically speaking, there was nothing for her to regret in what she was about to do, and yet… and yet….
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
Cause and Effect
by GuyfromGlasgow
by GuyfromGlasgow
[Author's note: Hey, my first effort at WG fiction. I suppose you could call this the prologue. Advice/suggestions welcome! Apologies for any misunderstandings caused by my British English!]
Lana trawled through her Facebook feed with a sense of growing irritation, shaking her head every now and then. As one of the rising stars (and, as anyone with half a brain could have told you, the future captain) of the school hockey team, she held herself to very high standards of physical fitness, and her opinion of others who failed to meet these standards was not high.
Obviously, she accepted there was nothing wrong with having a couple of fat girls- hell, it was necessary, in some cases, to maintain the balance of power, and to make the likes of her look even better by comparison. True as well, she admitted, that the rot did not seem to have spread into her hockey squad, her inner circle, but still, if their Facebook pictures were anything to go by, there had been a definite pattern of weight gain among a lot of the girls in her year. And if weight gain began to become accepted, even normalized, then the results could be catastrophic. Her exalted position demanded she treat the girls in her year as a recruiting sergeant looks at a group of civilians. As the flab spread, the pool of hockey talent- and of the girls worth associating with- shrunk.
She checked again, looking through the pictures for evidence of further decline. There was Mysie, who had definitely filled out beneath the plaid shirts she always wore. The bright colours distracted a little from her spreading gut, but it was definitely looking a little strained around the waist.
Lana did not need to exert her imagination to imagine that flabby middle jiggling with every step the girl from the highlands took. And to think, she had once considered Mysie a possible recruit for the “B” squad. And that tingly feeling in her thighs was disgust, clearly.
She scrolled down a little. There was Hafsah. Now, Hafsah had never been a potential recruit, showing none of the natural athletic ability or social graces required to be one of the inner circle, but now she was carrying so much chocolaty flesh Lana would be surprised if she could still touch her toes without a struggle. As well as her belly, a lot of the new weight seemed to have accumulated around her hips and thighs. Facing forward as she was in the picture, Hafsah’s arse was out of view, but Lana guessed it must be becoming bigger and rounder than ever. And more repellent, obviously.
Another scroll. There was Penny. The tall, brown-haired girl was dressed in a white shirt that seemed to be struggling to contain both her breasts and belly. That was a shame. Those long legs could have made a good runner, but Lana doubted Penny could run more than a hundred metres now without gasping for breath. That was, of course, if she could still fit in a hockey uniform.
She leaned back on her chair, absent-mindedly picking at the bowl of chocolates in front of her. This would not do. Not at all. And those girls were just the tip of the iceberg. She could have counted at least sixteen, who had gained either a little or a lot over the summer. Sixteen bad influences, lowering the schools standards, cutting away at their sporting talent, their prestige, their…
She finished her chocolate, irritation growing, both at the plethora of bulging, sagging flesh on show on the screen, and at the increasing tightness of her shorts. Slightly self-consciously, she tensed her stomach muscles, reassuringly tight and hard, even if her hindquarters were growing to a worrying extent. Something would have to be done, however.
Both for herself, and for these others.
A cold smile spread across her face, as she relished the coming campaign. Realistically speaking, there was nothing for her to regret in what she was about to do, and yet… and yet….
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
