~BBW, Special WG drugs, Romance ~XWG - a repressed plumper turned cheerleader prepares a special surprise for an FA
[Moderator's comment: in response to a reader request in this thread Vader7476 retrieved the classic story below from an archived copy of the old but long abandoned Wrenspot site. Our compliments and thanks to Vader for his efforts.]
[Author's Comment: This story is about voluptuous weight gain and breast growth. If you’re into stories of one person controlling another’s weight gain, or feeding to immobility, don’t bother reading this. There’s also no graphic sex, so if you’re looking for that go no further. Oh, don’t read this if you’re not old enough or it would break any laws where you live and remember, this is just a fantasy. The story is based on a picture created by Johnny Swell. Thanks for the inspiration Mr. Swell. And last but not least, thanks to Wren for the web site that gives us a place to put this stuff.]
Tabatha heard the roar of the crowd as she ran out on to the court, felt the swell of pride that male eyes were on her, one male in particular. She looked at the bench and in the huddle saw her romantic interest of over two years, the basketball team’s guard, Steven.
While the cheerleading rules stated no fraternizing between the players and cheerleaders, they had hit it off and become an item. They weren’t blatant about it, and no one said anything to them, but everyone knew what was going on.
At 5 feet 3 inches tall and 120 pounds, Tabatha knew she was on the heavy side for a cheerleader. But her large bust demanded attention, and her nicely rounded hips and bottom balanced out her figure. Obviously, the hoots, hollers and cat calls that echoed from the stands with her name attached only served to excite her every time she hit the center court.
Moans from the men in the audience were heard whenever she did her bump and grind routine in the striped, two piece spandex outfit that composed her uniform. As designed, the buttons down the front of her top appeared to be ready to burst as they restrained the heavy load of her breasts. A D cup in size, they swelled out in front of her and to her sides, visibly shaking with every step she took. Deep cleavage was visible between the gaps in the straining buttons. Her well padded rear end also quivered as she strutted her stuff, complementing the motion of her chest.
As Tabatha ran back to the sidelines after the time-out she thought to herself, ‘Even in the year 2045 men still like women to strut their stuff.’ She had fallen hard for Steven, although she wouldn’t let him know just how much. She watched him as the coach broke the huddle, hoping he would look her way. Oddly, his eyes seemed to be focused somewhere in the stands, and she followed his gaze. Her eyes came to rest on a woman walking, or rather waddling, down the aisle toward her seat.
Quickly looking back at Steven she noticed how his gaze lingered on the woman and immediately the green haze of envy clouded her thoughts. She looked back at the woman. She was large, no, very large, compared to Tabatha. While she had an hourglass figure, her boobs were absolutely immense, quivering and swaying with each step she took. Each breast was almost the size of one of the basketballs that littered the sidelines, sticking out so far the woman could not see down for each step, and had to feel her way. They extended well beyond her sides and touched her fleshy, plump arms. Her torso tapered inward to a thick waist, then flared out dramatically to wide, rounded hips then led to thick, shapely thighs and calves. Her belly was rounded, making her look like she was pregnant, but this belly was the result of calories. There was a glow of self-confidence about the woman, she was obviously completely secure in her body. The tight clothing she wore left no doubt that she had a tremendous hourglass figure dominated by those massive, quivering, fat filled breasts.
Looking back at Steve she noticed his breath caught in his throat as the woman turned in profile to enter her seat and her breasts projected out a foot past her plump belly.
‘That bastard,’ she thought. ‘How could he stare at a woman like that!’ A wave of angry emotions swept over her.
Since adolescence had begun to change her body into the curves she now possessed, Tabatha had always had to fight to keep her weight under control. In fact, she envied a woman of that size that felt so confident in herself that she carried her body that way. Every year for the last five years, in the off season, Tabatha would spend a week just pigging out, sitting down and eating until she could eat no more, then at the end of the week start to diet to get the weight she had gained as a result of her indulgences off again.
During last year’s off season she had taken an extended vacation, staying alone in a cabin that belonged to her family. Knowing no one would be around to monitor her was strangely exciting to Tabatha as she unpacked the car, including enough food to feed a family of five for a month. Alone, with no outside influence, she intended to she just how fat she could become in a week.
In previous years the results of her week’s eating were always the same, her breasts seemed to receive the largest percentage of fat she gained, usually growing two cup sizes in the process. But as Tabatha ate and ate and ate that week she watched her body swell and fatten as it never had before. Three days into the week she had to stop wearing a bra because her boobs became just too large to fit in her largest bra, she suspected they had grown larger faster than in the previous years. They swelled out from the top, underneath and the sides of the cups, threatening to burst the clasps as the weight on the shoulder straps became noticeably heavier.
She was very turned on by the feel of her swelling breasts rubbing against the shirts she wore as she walked around the cabin clad in a t-shirt and panties. They swayed and bounced as she strode through the cabin, usually with some fattening food in her hands. By the fifth day they were clearly larger than she had ever imagined they could become. Tabatha would lift their heavy mass, and push them together noticing the deep, massive cleavage they formed.
Standing only in panties in front of the mirror she noticed how her bottom had also grown rounder and much more plush, her panties riding up each cheek as it became too large for the sheer material to cover. Tabatha watched her belly, normally filled with food, stick out further and further each day, causing the front of her panties to roll down as fat accumulated on her stomach. Her belly button became deeper, giving her a strange thrill as she pushed her belly out even further and imagined what being truly fat would be like.
[Moderator's comment: in response to a reader request in this thread Vader7476 retrieved the classic story below from an archived copy of the old but long abandoned Wrenspot site. Our compliments and thanks to Vader for his efforts.]
[Author's Comment: This story is about voluptuous weight gain and breast growth. If you’re into stories of one person controlling another’s weight gain, or feeding to immobility, don’t bother reading this. There’s also no graphic sex, so if you’re looking for that go no further. Oh, don’t read this if you’re not old enough or it would break any laws where you live and remember, this is just a fantasy. The story is based on a picture created by Johnny Swell. Thanks for the inspiration Mr. Swell. And last but not least, thanks to Wren for the web site that gives us a place to put this stuff.]
Growing Cheerleader
by BX1
by BX1
Tabatha heard the roar of the crowd as she ran out on to the court, felt the swell of pride that male eyes were on her, one male in particular. She looked at the bench and in the huddle saw her romantic interest of over two years, the basketball team’s guard, Steven.
While the cheerleading rules stated no fraternizing between the players and cheerleaders, they had hit it off and become an item. They weren’t blatant about it, and no one said anything to them, but everyone knew what was going on.
At 5 feet 3 inches tall and 120 pounds, Tabatha knew she was on the heavy side for a cheerleader. But her large bust demanded attention, and her nicely rounded hips and bottom balanced out her figure. Obviously, the hoots, hollers and cat calls that echoed from the stands with her name attached only served to excite her every time she hit the center court.
Moans from the men in the audience were heard whenever she did her bump and grind routine in the striped, two piece spandex outfit that composed her uniform. As designed, the buttons down the front of her top appeared to be ready to burst as they restrained the heavy load of her breasts. A D cup in size, they swelled out in front of her and to her sides, visibly shaking with every step she took. Deep cleavage was visible between the gaps in the straining buttons. Her well padded rear end also quivered as she strutted her stuff, complementing the motion of her chest.
As Tabatha ran back to the sidelines after the time-out she thought to herself, ‘Even in the year 2045 men still like women to strut their stuff.’ She had fallen hard for Steven, although she wouldn’t let him know just how much. She watched him as the coach broke the huddle, hoping he would look her way. Oddly, his eyes seemed to be focused somewhere in the stands, and she followed his gaze. Her eyes came to rest on a woman walking, or rather waddling, down the aisle toward her seat.
Quickly looking back at Steven she noticed how his gaze lingered on the woman and immediately the green haze of envy clouded her thoughts. She looked back at the woman. She was large, no, very large, compared to Tabatha. While she had an hourglass figure, her boobs were absolutely immense, quivering and swaying with each step she took. Each breast was almost the size of one of the basketballs that littered the sidelines, sticking out so far the woman could not see down for each step, and had to feel her way. They extended well beyond her sides and touched her fleshy, plump arms. Her torso tapered inward to a thick waist, then flared out dramatically to wide, rounded hips then led to thick, shapely thighs and calves. Her belly was rounded, making her look like she was pregnant, but this belly was the result of calories. There was a glow of self-confidence about the woman, she was obviously completely secure in her body. The tight clothing she wore left no doubt that she had a tremendous hourglass figure dominated by those massive, quivering, fat filled breasts.
Looking back at Steve she noticed his breath caught in his throat as the woman turned in profile to enter her seat and her breasts projected out a foot past her plump belly.
‘That bastard,’ she thought. ‘How could he stare at a woman like that!’ A wave of angry emotions swept over her.
Since adolescence had begun to change her body into the curves she now possessed, Tabatha had always had to fight to keep her weight under control. In fact, she envied a woman of that size that felt so confident in herself that she carried her body that way. Every year for the last five years, in the off season, Tabatha would spend a week just pigging out, sitting down and eating until she could eat no more, then at the end of the week start to diet to get the weight she had gained as a result of her indulgences off again.
During last year’s off season she had taken an extended vacation, staying alone in a cabin that belonged to her family. Knowing no one would be around to monitor her was strangely exciting to Tabatha as she unpacked the car, including enough food to feed a family of five for a month. Alone, with no outside influence, she intended to she just how fat she could become in a week.
In previous years the results of her week’s eating were always the same, her breasts seemed to receive the largest percentage of fat she gained, usually growing two cup sizes in the process. But as Tabatha ate and ate and ate that week she watched her body swell and fatten as it never had before. Three days into the week she had to stop wearing a bra because her boobs became just too large to fit in her largest bra, she suspected they had grown larger faster than in the previous years. They swelled out from the top, underneath and the sides of the cups, threatening to burst the clasps as the weight on the shoulder straps became noticeably heavier.
She was very turned on by the feel of her swelling breasts rubbing against the shirts she wore as she walked around the cabin clad in a t-shirt and panties. They swayed and bounced as she strode through the cabin, usually with some fattening food in her hands. By the fifth day they were clearly larger than she had ever imagined they could become. Tabatha would lift their heavy mass, and push them together noticing the deep, massive cleavage they formed.
Standing only in panties in front of the mirror she noticed how her bottom had also grown rounder and much more plush, her panties riding up each cheek as it became too large for the sheer material to cover. Tabatha watched her belly, normally filled with food, stick out further and further each day, causing the front of her panties to roll down as fat accumulated on her stomach. Her belly button became deeper, giving her a strange thrill as she pushed her belly out even further and imagined what being truly fat would be like.
