~BBW (Multiple), Eating, Romance, Sex ~SWG - as school ends and cheerleading squad's former members change ion different directions
Part 1 - The Old Order Passes
Amanda packed a weekend’s worth of clothes into a little suitcase. She couldn’t wait until Friday, it was going to be so much fun. She put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and looked at herself in the mirror.
Amanda was never what you would call fat, but there was no denying she was a bit heavier than the normal weight for her age and height. She was of moderate height standing in at about 5’7”. This would have been fine had it not been for the fact she weighed 163 pounds.
Her dark brown hair cascaded down to a little past her shoulder blades. It flowed gracefully down her head and made it seem like she was constantly in motion. Her hair flowed and shimmered even without movement or light. It was one of the only features her friends were envious of. She had a soft face that was surprisingly trim for her weight.
By head shots alone, you would have no idea that this girl weighed that much at all. Amanda’s eyes were large and inviting. A deep dark brown, almost black, that sparkled even when she cried. Her nose was straight, and maybe a little wider and longer than she would have liked, but she always was too self conscious. It was by no means noticeable.
She had the cutest little beauty mark on her cheek, a little under her left eye. Her lips were a little small for her face, but she was lucky they were naturally full. Not wide, but full. She was rather beautiful, or so most of the school would have thought had it not been for her weight.
She’d constantly find guys that looked at her face with big, open jaws…then quickly shut them and walk away as their eyes lowered and ventured further south. She wore low cut tops to help accentuate her D-cups and try to avert the attention from her lower half.
She was quite proud of her breasts. Amanda was a bit of a late bloomer, and was extremely excited when they made their first appearance. She was beginning to think she was the black sheep of the family. All of the women in her family had large breasts, and when she hit 16 and only had an A-cup, she started to think Mother Nature and the gene pool had messed up. Her mother had large breasts, both grandmothers, her 3 aunts, 2 cousins, and her 2 sisters all had developed full, bountiful, over-flowing breasts. The smallest of which was a full C, as where the largest (Her younger sister Nikki) was an H cup!
Nikki would often tease Amanda about who was the bigger sister. Amanda would often make fun of Nikki’s stripper like name and body in rebuttal. Although that still holds true, Amanda doesn’t feel as bad anymore since she’s actually acquired a pair. Her sisters would often tease, as would the rest of the family saying how Amanda was finally becoming a woman.
Although not the biggest or smallest in the family, Amanda was was probably the most proud of her breasts. They were a nice, natural tear drop shape which had no stretch marks or sagging. They sat high on her frame, and stuck out rather far. Almost gravity defying. Yes, she wanted to show those to the world.
Past this point was where things started to go sour. She had a beautiful face, large boobs…and a chubby stomach. It would form rolls whenever she would bend over or sit down. It stuck out a good amount, but was still not as far as her breasts. It looked soft, and hung over all her pants.
Amanda had always been like that though. Over the years, she had gotten use to her belly fat. One of the reasons she was so upset with her lack of chest was due to her weight. It was bad enough she was a bit thick, but she didn’t have the one benefit of the extra weight! She didn’t mind all that much, though. She enjoyed eating too much, and felt the extra pounds were kind of womanly.
Amanda’s love handles poked out on each side of her. They tended to make a lot of her shirts rise, and a lot of her pants lower. Her belly and chest only helped amplify this moving power. It was quite embarrassing. She started tucking in her shirts to help alleviate this problem, which only made her belly more prominent.
Her love handles flared out and gave her wide hips. Behind them, her butt stuck out far. It would be considered a ghetto booty on a smaller woman. Amanda was unsure of this area. She like having a more hourglass figure, and felt the hips made her more womanly, and that in this day and age it seemed like more men liked a prominent ass; but it was still big and fat, or at least in her eyes.
To be fair, Amanda really was too critical of herself. No one would dare call her fat. Thick? Yes. Plump? Yes. But not fat. She’d been sought after by a good amount of her classmates, so she was by no means huge or unacceptable. Still, the ones that did get disgusted made her feel bad.
She dealt with her weight almost all of senior year. She hit her highest weight yet at 163, and more and more of her friends looked at her with disgust. Being a cheerleader, her weight wasn’t accepted by a lot of the students; these only referred to her as “The chubby cheerleader.”
Being pudgy all her life, it didn’t bother her as much as it would most girls. She had gotten use to it, and felt that as long as she had her cheerleading friends, screw the rest of them. She wasn’t really that big, was she?
Now, however, the scale said she was the biggest she’d ever been, and her clothes were starting to get rather tight. Soon she would leave the thick level, and plunge into the deep dark depths of fat. This was scary Amanda didn’t really know how she felt about her weight. She tended to not think about it as much as most girls. Would she take the plunge, or cut back?
Everything was going her way, so it didn’t look like she’d be stopping anytime soon. School was almost out, despite her average grades, she had gotten into a decent school, the cute boy in her science class kept eyeing her up, and above all she had the best group of friends in the world. They had even decided to get together for a sleepover on the weekend. Yes, things were looking up indeed.
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The clique was made up of best friends, They were seniors, and the most attractive girls on the cheer squad. There were 5 members of this little faction of super elite that led Brawnson High. Jennifer, Mary, Rebecca, and Shannon were thought of as queens by the rest of the school. Amanda filled out the last spot of the group. She wasn’t thought of as highly as the other members, but because she was good friends with the rest of them most of the school didn’t bother her all that much.
Jennifer was a small girl in pretty much every way you could imagine. 5’3”, absolutely no fat on her, and no: butt, hips, waist, or boobs. She had an above average face with blonde hair usually pulled into a pony tail. It was theorized the only reason she was able to propel herself to such a high social class was through sucking up and a funny personality.
Mary at 5’6” was a brunette with curly hair. She had blue eyes that looked like ice when contrasted against her dark hair. She had a nice, tight, hourglass form that was extremely toned and lean. She was probably a C-cup which was amazing considering how much she exercised. She had a small amount of freckles and she tended to look down on anyone above 110 pounds.
Rebecca was definitely the party girl of the group. She constantly wanted to drink and go out among other things. She had light brown hair that hung down to the middle of her neck. Her hazel eyes would often be covered with eyelids as she slept most of the day. She was very bottom heavy. Fairly wide hips and a decent back shelf. She had a very flat stomach that was topped off with a nice handful of B-cup breasts. Rebecca was the largest of the group at about 5’10, and if it wasn’t for Amanda would have also been seen as the cheerleading heavyweight.
The one who was able to control all these girls with an iron fist was what the male (and female) population of Brawnson High had deemed perfection. Shannon was about 5’8” with blonde, straight hair that fell to the middle of her back. She had a button nose, a moist set of lips and piercing blue eyes. Her waist was flat and showed the tiniest hint of tone and muscle. The same held true for her wide hips and deep ass. It was heart shaped, and like most of her features, perfect. Her crowing feature, and the part of her body she showed off, flaunted, and used more than any other were her breasts. She was easily an E cup, and let others know it.
She was never seen without a tight, low cut shirt. Often times when flirting with boys, Shannon would use her books to help hoist her breasts up so that they would burst out and overfill her tops. She had trouble wearing any top. Her enormous bust would cause them to ride up. Buttons would widen to the point of popping, and zippers would slowly creep down during the day. Shannon loved it as did most of the male student body, a little of the female populous and even some teachers.
Frequently Shannon would get bored so she would tend to arch her back and try to get as much attention as she could. It was a fairly common thing to see her in the locker room after cheer practice arching her back to let the others know who was the biggest. Pangs of jealousy would often run through the rest of the squad when their eyes caught this spectacle.
Earlier in the year, on one particularly cold winter day, the squad had come inside to get changed from the long and exhausting practice. Shannon came in last (So no one would miss her entrance or presence) and strutted to her locker. She was fairly sweaty and her breasts would rise and fall with her every breath and movement. She slowly took her cheer sweater off. Shannon had a bit of trouble getting it over her outrageous bust. She had to struggle a bit for the tight sweater to overcome her fleshy mounds. After it had conquered the challenge; her breasts fell back down to her body with a loud slap that was heard throughout the locker room. By this time, most of the members sat transfixed onto the blonde bombshell.
Shannon continued and put her sweater into a duffel bag. She started stretching and bending over as if she were trying to be a stripper at a men’s club. The girls stared in awe, and some with lust. She ate it up and loved every minute of it. She stretched her arms back and her bra tried with all its might to hold her bloated breasts into place. This when combined with her arching back happened to be the final straw…or stitch. Shannon’s mighty bra failed in its valiant effort. A pop was heard as some of the hooks popped stitches and the white, lacy, elegant garment fell to the floor. Her breasts surged forward as if they were trying to escape from hell, and moved in multiple directions at the same time.
She smiled delightfully. Her boobs seemed even bigger without the bra. They were quite round, and spread out on her frame. They were giant orbs, almost as fat and plump as they were long, rippling with the slightest movements. Her nipples had not yet started to head south, as many do on breasts of that size. They were long and fat, very befitting of her big fat tits. Her areola were the size of the mouth of a cup, and a very dark pinkish hue. Her breasts were how many of the women and men had thought they would be: perfect.
Shannon looked around the locker room. Many of the cheerleaders were caught leering and quickly moved their eyes elsewhere. With a smirk she said, “Oh my! It seems as if my itty bitty E-cup bra can’t handle me.”
Rebecca threw a towel at Shannon. “Oh cover up already!”
“Oh, alright. I guess that’s enough fun for today ya spoilsport,” Shannon said half indignantly. She was a little mad that she broke one of her favorite bras. It probably wouldn’t have happened if she could find a sports bra that both fit her and did its job. She was kind of happy knowing that she was so voluptuous.
That particular event was months ago, before winter break even. Now there was only a few weeks left in the school year. Not much had changed since that day. Shannon didn’t move as much as she used to for fear of breaking another bra. It wasn’t that she was modest, or that she cared about her parents shelling out the large dollar amount for a new one, it was something else.
Something was stirring deep inside, far beyond the bitchy front she usually had up. Perhaps deep down in the darkness of her person, Shannon could actually be a normal nice person. Perhaps she felt that if she abused her bust she’d look too much like a whore. It might have even been some instinctive feeling that if she used the power of her tits too much they would go away.
Whatever the reason was, her innermost feelings went unnoticed by the school. She was still the peak of the social pyramid and she was still Shannon in all of her intricacies. And she would do something totaly mean that would later haunt her for years to come.
Part 1 - The Old Order Passes
Amanda packed a weekend’s worth of clothes into a little suitcase. She couldn’t wait until Friday, it was going to be so much fun. She put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and looked at herself in the mirror.
Amanda was never what you would call fat, but there was no denying she was a bit heavier than the normal weight for her age and height. She was of moderate height standing in at about 5’7”. This would have been fine had it not been for the fact she weighed 163 pounds.
Her dark brown hair cascaded down to a little past her shoulder blades. It flowed gracefully down her head and made it seem like she was constantly in motion. Her hair flowed and shimmered even without movement or light. It was one of the only features her friends were envious of. She had a soft face that was surprisingly trim for her weight.
By head shots alone, you would have no idea that this girl weighed that much at all. Amanda’s eyes were large and inviting. A deep dark brown, almost black, that sparkled even when she cried. Her nose was straight, and maybe a little wider and longer than she would have liked, but she always was too self conscious. It was by no means noticeable.
She had the cutest little beauty mark on her cheek, a little under her left eye. Her lips were a little small for her face, but she was lucky they were naturally full. Not wide, but full. She was rather beautiful, or so most of the school would have thought had it not been for her weight.
She’d constantly find guys that looked at her face with big, open jaws…then quickly shut them and walk away as their eyes lowered and ventured further south. She wore low cut tops to help accentuate her D-cups and try to avert the attention from her lower half.
She was quite proud of her breasts. Amanda was a bit of a late bloomer, and was extremely excited when they made their first appearance. She was beginning to think she was the black sheep of the family. All of the women in her family had large breasts, and when she hit 16 and only had an A-cup, she started to think Mother Nature and the gene pool had messed up. Her mother had large breasts, both grandmothers, her 3 aunts, 2 cousins, and her 2 sisters all had developed full, bountiful, over-flowing breasts. The smallest of which was a full C, as where the largest (Her younger sister Nikki) was an H cup!
Nikki would often tease Amanda about who was the bigger sister. Amanda would often make fun of Nikki’s stripper like name and body in rebuttal. Although that still holds true, Amanda doesn’t feel as bad anymore since she’s actually acquired a pair. Her sisters would often tease, as would the rest of the family saying how Amanda was finally becoming a woman.
Although not the biggest or smallest in the family, Amanda was was probably the most proud of her breasts. They were a nice, natural tear drop shape which had no stretch marks or sagging. They sat high on her frame, and stuck out rather far. Almost gravity defying. Yes, she wanted to show those to the world.
Past this point was where things started to go sour. She had a beautiful face, large boobs…and a chubby stomach. It would form rolls whenever she would bend over or sit down. It stuck out a good amount, but was still not as far as her breasts. It looked soft, and hung over all her pants.
Amanda had always been like that though. Over the years, she had gotten use to her belly fat. One of the reasons she was so upset with her lack of chest was due to her weight. It was bad enough she was a bit thick, but she didn’t have the one benefit of the extra weight! She didn’t mind all that much, though. She enjoyed eating too much, and felt the extra pounds were kind of womanly.
Amanda’s love handles poked out on each side of her. They tended to make a lot of her shirts rise, and a lot of her pants lower. Her belly and chest only helped amplify this moving power. It was quite embarrassing. She started tucking in her shirts to help alleviate this problem, which only made her belly more prominent.
Her love handles flared out and gave her wide hips. Behind them, her butt stuck out far. It would be considered a ghetto booty on a smaller woman. Amanda was unsure of this area. She like having a more hourglass figure, and felt the hips made her more womanly, and that in this day and age it seemed like more men liked a prominent ass; but it was still big and fat, or at least in her eyes.
To be fair, Amanda really was too critical of herself. No one would dare call her fat. Thick? Yes. Plump? Yes. But not fat. She’d been sought after by a good amount of her classmates, so she was by no means huge or unacceptable. Still, the ones that did get disgusted made her feel bad.
She dealt with her weight almost all of senior year. She hit her highest weight yet at 163, and more and more of her friends looked at her with disgust. Being a cheerleader, her weight wasn’t accepted by a lot of the students; these only referred to her as “The chubby cheerleader.”
Being pudgy all her life, it didn’t bother her as much as it would most girls. She had gotten use to it, and felt that as long as she had her cheerleading friends, screw the rest of them. She wasn’t really that big, was she?
Now, however, the scale said she was the biggest she’d ever been, and her clothes were starting to get rather tight. Soon she would leave the thick level, and plunge into the deep dark depths of fat. This was scary Amanda didn’t really know how she felt about her weight. She tended to not think about it as much as most girls. Would she take the plunge, or cut back?
Everything was going her way, so it didn’t look like she’d be stopping anytime soon. School was almost out, despite her average grades, she had gotten into a decent school, the cute boy in her science class kept eyeing her up, and above all she had the best group of friends in the world. They had even decided to get together for a sleepover on the weekend. Yes, things were looking up indeed.
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The clique was made up of best friends, They were seniors, and the most attractive girls on the cheer squad. There were 5 members of this little faction of super elite that led Brawnson High. Jennifer, Mary, Rebecca, and Shannon were thought of as queens by the rest of the school. Amanda filled out the last spot of the group. She wasn’t thought of as highly as the other members, but because she was good friends with the rest of them most of the school didn’t bother her all that much.
Jennifer was a small girl in pretty much every way you could imagine. 5’3”, absolutely no fat on her, and no: butt, hips, waist, or boobs. She had an above average face with blonde hair usually pulled into a pony tail. It was theorized the only reason she was able to propel herself to such a high social class was through sucking up and a funny personality.
Mary at 5’6” was a brunette with curly hair. She had blue eyes that looked like ice when contrasted against her dark hair. She had a nice, tight, hourglass form that was extremely toned and lean. She was probably a C-cup which was amazing considering how much she exercised. She had a small amount of freckles and she tended to look down on anyone above 110 pounds.
Rebecca was definitely the party girl of the group. She constantly wanted to drink and go out among other things. She had light brown hair that hung down to the middle of her neck. Her hazel eyes would often be covered with eyelids as she slept most of the day. She was very bottom heavy. Fairly wide hips and a decent back shelf. She had a very flat stomach that was topped off with a nice handful of B-cup breasts. Rebecca was the largest of the group at about 5’10, and if it wasn’t for Amanda would have also been seen as the cheerleading heavyweight.
The one who was able to control all these girls with an iron fist was what the male (and female) population of Brawnson High had deemed perfection. Shannon was about 5’8” with blonde, straight hair that fell to the middle of her back. She had a button nose, a moist set of lips and piercing blue eyes. Her waist was flat and showed the tiniest hint of tone and muscle. The same held true for her wide hips and deep ass. It was heart shaped, and like most of her features, perfect. Her crowing feature, and the part of her body she showed off, flaunted, and used more than any other were her breasts. She was easily an E cup, and let others know it.
She was never seen without a tight, low cut shirt. Often times when flirting with boys, Shannon would use her books to help hoist her breasts up so that they would burst out and overfill her tops. She had trouble wearing any top. Her enormous bust would cause them to ride up. Buttons would widen to the point of popping, and zippers would slowly creep down during the day. Shannon loved it as did most of the male student body, a little of the female populous and even some teachers.
Frequently Shannon would get bored so she would tend to arch her back and try to get as much attention as she could. It was a fairly common thing to see her in the locker room after cheer practice arching her back to let the others know who was the biggest. Pangs of jealousy would often run through the rest of the squad when their eyes caught this spectacle.
Earlier in the year, on one particularly cold winter day, the squad had come inside to get changed from the long and exhausting practice. Shannon came in last (So no one would miss her entrance or presence) and strutted to her locker. She was fairly sweaty and her breasts would rise and fall with her every breath and movement. She slowly took her cheer sweater off. Shannon had a bit of trouble getting it over her outrageous bust. She had to struggle a bit for the tight sweater to overcome her fleshy mounds. After it had conquered the challenge; her breasts fell back down to her body with a loud slap that was heard throughout the locker room. By this time, most of the members sat transfixed onto the blonde bombshell.
Shannon continued and put her sweater into a duffel bag. She started stretching and bending over as if she were trying to be a stripper at a men’s club. The girls stared in awe, and some with lust. She ate it up and loved every minute of it. She stretched her arms back and her bra tried with all its might to hold her bloated breasts into place. This when combined with her arching back happened to be the final straw…or stitch. Shannon’s mighty bra failed in its valiant effort. A pop was heard as some of the hooks popped stitches and the white, lacy, elegant garment fell to the floor. Her breasts surged forward as if they were trying to escape from hell, and moved in multiple directions at the same time.
She smiled delightfully. Her boobs seemed even bigger without the bra. They were quite round, and spread out on her frame. They were giant orbs, almost as fat and plump as they were long, rippling with the slightest movements. Her nipples had not yet started to head south, as many do on breasts of that size. They were long and fat, very befitting of her big fat tits. Her areola were the size of the mouth of a cup, and a very dark pinkish hue. Her breasts were how many of the women and men had thought they would be: perfect.
Shannon looked around the locker room. Many of the cheerleaders were caught leering and quickly moved their eyes elsewhere. With a smirk she said, “Oh my! It seems as if my itty bitty E-cup bra can’t handle me.”
Rebecca threw a towel at Shannon. “Oh cover up already!”
“Oh, alright. I guess that’s enough fun for today ya spoilsport,” Shannon said half indignantly. She was a little mad that she broke one of her favorite bras. It probably wouldn’t have happened if she could find a sports bra that both fit her and did its job. She was kind of happy knowing that she was so voluptuous.
That particular event was months ago, before winter break even. Now there was only a few weeks left in the school year. Not much had changed since that day. Shannon didn’t move as much as she used to for fear of breaking another bra. It wasn’t that she was modest, or that she cared about her parents shelling out the large dollar amount for a new one, it was something else.
Something was stirring deep inside, far beyond the bitchy front she usually had up. Perhaps deep down in the darkness of her person, Shannon could actually be a normal nice person. Perhaps she felt that if she abused her bust she’d look too much like a whore. It might have even been some instinctive feeling that if she used the power of her tits too much they would go away.
Whatever the reason was, her innermost feelings went unnoticed by the school. She was still the peak of the social pyramid and she was still Shannon in all of her intricacies. And she would do something totaly mean that would later haunt her for years to come.
