Sarah the Expanding Cheerleader - by Cylon Bob (~BBW, Imagery, Eating, ~MWG )

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Sarah Part Sixteen

For the first time in her life, Sarah actually stuck to her diet, if only for one day. All day Sunday, she managed to hold herself back from eating anything even remotely fattening.

Monday though, you'd have been hard-pressed to note any real changes resulting from her success. She still struggled to squash her curves into her clothes and was STILL stretching the seams almost to their limits.

To say she was disheartened would be an understatement. If starving myself doesn't help, I guess I'm just destined to be fat! I might as well just give up, won't make a difference! With that thought, she helped herself to the remains of the cake she'd baked for Friday. Why not stop by Dunkin' Donuts too?

On the inside, she knew how unreasonable and ridiculous that whole thing was, but it still dominated almost all of her day. Why not pig out? It's not like I'll ever be thin again anyways

For starters, she stopped by Dunkin' Donuts. Got a dozen glazed, only about half of which survived the drive all the way to school.

The welcome to school was as cold and petrifying as she'd thought it would be, but somehow, on a full stomach, it seemed a little less so. She stopped by the vending machines in between her classes to stock up on candy bars and sodas. I mean, if she was destined to be fat the rest of her life, she might as well KEEP that full stomach. . .

She got more than a few glares from the other cheerleaders, especially from Jade, who it turned out had NOT broken her leg, just severely sprained her ankle. Sarah was worried about just how and when Jade might exact her revenge. It wasn't a question of IF she would, Sarah knew Jade well enough to know that. Jade wasn't exactly a forgiving sort of girl.

And she knew without even listening that the whole school was talking about her. Well, I say without listening, but the fact was that she had been listening at first, but had stopped pretty quickly when she heard herself referred to as “that fat, nasty cheerleader with the massive ass.”

Her self-esteem was low enough without that kind of humiliation. To comfort herself, she did the one thing she knew worked. She drowned herself in as much food as possible.

Megan and Julia tried to keep to a reasonable diet during lunch, but, well, with Sarah going at it top speed, their diets really didn't stand much of a chance.

Still operating on the thought that she'd never lose any weight, Sarah abandoned any kind of restraint and, after a few minutes and praying no one would notice, she unbuttoned her jeans with no hope of getting them closed again. she thought about that and thought a few seconds.

Why do I even care? I mean, what's the point of pretending to still be skinny? It made no sense, but still, she didn't want to LOOK like such a fatass. . .

She failed at that. She was hoping no one notice her unbuttoning her pants, but they did, and that gave Jade just the opportunity she'd been waiting for.

She wasn't confrontational about it, she didn't speak directly to Sarah, but she definitely wasn't trying to keep her opinions quiet. On the contrary, she spoke as loudly as possible, making sure Sarah could hear.

“Look at her over there! I swear she's TRYING to get as fat as possible!” She was saying as loud as possible to the sympathetic crowd surrounding her. "She keeps that up, she's gonna be something like 500 pounds by the end of the year, you watch and see!”

Listening to all this hurt, but Sarah was totally powerless in this situation! She couldn't just walk up and start telling Jade off for talking about her. I mean, SHE was the reason Jade was off the cheerleading squad and hobbling around on crutches! All those people would hate her even more than they already DID! She knew how it was, she knew how much people hated her and one thing she knew for sure, and that was that she did NOT want make it worse for herself!

Jade wasn't done, albeit making her point with gross exaggertion.

“You remember her last year? She was, like, the hottest chick in the school! She's a total COW now! You see her eating? I think she's had like, ten plates by now! I think she's finally given up trying to look skinny, thank Goodness. Seriously, did she think he was fooling anyone with that?”

Someone said something about what Sarah had done to her cheerleading uniform, and that started Jade off again.

“I tell you one thing, it's a good thing that bitch quit! I swear, if she stayed on, they'd need a friggin' CIRCUS tent to cover her ass by the end of the season!” Jade paused while her audience laughed at that. “Probably going to need one anyway, but at least she won't be on the field in it! Biggest embarrassment we probably ever had! That fatass made the whole SCHOOL look bad! And puttin' her tits out for everybody to see? What the heck was that all about? Seriously, what the heck, she honestly think that'd hide how fat she's been getting? Probably, I mean that bitch is a fatass AND a dumbass!”

That wasn't the end of it. Jade kept going and going and going, talking about everything Sarah had done, trying to get out of practicing cheer stunts, about how she had been telling the other girls to do exercises while she just stood around eating candy bars, about how she skipped the running after every single practice.

Sarah was listening quietly, fighting back tears but her friends came to her rescue.

“Don't worry so much, we've all been there.” Megan started. “Besides, you've only had two bowls of ice cream, that's not too bad. . .”

“Four.” Sarah corrected.

“Okay four, but that's still not too bad, compared to the rest of us!”

Julia joined in. “She's just jealous anyway. Look at her, what's she got an A-cup? She looks like a ten year old BOY!”

Bri finally spoke up. “Really, you're not even getting that fat! You're just getting. . . Curvier. You want to see FAT, look at the rest of us! Me and Julia are over 200 and Megan's getting' there pretty fast! (Sorry Megan, but you got to admit it's true) At least YOU'VE still got an hourglass going for you!”

“Yeah, but what good's THAT doing for me? I'm DISGUSTING now! I mean, I'm thinking there's not one guy in this school who who would go for a total fatass like me.”

“Well that's 'cause you're not LOOKING hard enough,” Megan interjected. Trust me, there's PLENTY of guys checking out your ass in the halls. You just don't notice them.”

That thought, and her friends' support made Sarah feel a BIT better, but it wasn't really enough. She still felt horrible. Part of it, she thought, was definitely guilt, but she couldn't shake Jade's words out her head. Why HAD she let herself get like this? The HOW wasn't in question, her stuffed belly and unbuttoned pants explained that, but WHY? Why couldn't she stop herself eating like a pig? I mean YEAH, she'd always eaten like that to some extent but she couldn't deny it was worse than ever. Just in this one semester she'd gained THIRTY-TWO POUNDS, probably a few more since that weigh in, and the semester was only halfway done!

Something have to change if she didn't want to be somewhere around 250 pounds come graduation. She'd have to get her eating under control, that was first on the list.

No more fast food from this point on! Now she thought about it, she'd probably only ever stopped by Dunkin' Donuts three times before this year. Now she couldn't go a WEEK without at least one visit? What was WRONG with her?

This line of thinking kept her occupied all of class, but after that, she had other things to think about. First off, because she'd quit cheerleading, she was placed into a PE course. She'd never been in one of these. She had NO idea what to expect. All she knew about the course was from her friends complaints about how hard it was, how irritating, how much they hated having to take it. But sports were a required credit here so the only option they had was to skip it. Which they did on a regular basis, a fact their flabby physiques exhibited.

Sarah's first PE class was rough right from the star, it got worse. A lot worse. Even getting DRESSED was a problem! The shorts they gave her were a little bit too small, so it took a bit of a struggle to get them over her huge hips, then she had to introduce herself to the coach. Well she didn't HAVE to, he recognized her straight off, but she was SUPPOSED to. Normally this would be no problem for her, she liked talking to new people and all, but today was not a normal day. Actually this whole YEAR wasn't shaping up to be normal.

There was ONE benefit to this class though. She had been assigned to the same coach as Julia, so there was a silver lining, no matter how tiny. It made her feel better about her undersized gym shorts, too, watching Julia cram herself into hers, and seeing the muffin top they left. The shirt they had to wear didn't do anything to flatter her either.

Was it ALWAYS that tight on her? Couldn't have been could it? I mean it was almost skin-tight now! You could COUNT how many fat rolls she had! You could SEE her belly-button through the fabric!

Then again, she couldn't really say anything. Her shirt was okay, if a little tight around her tits, but that was NOTHING compared to Julia. Her bra, which had looked dangerously stretched last time Sarah had seen it, was making the above-the-waist equivalent of a panty-line. Considering how tight that thing was looking, the was a bit worried. There was a definite danger of her tits popping out during class.

Well at least the shirt wasn't low cut or anything like that, though if the creepy old man they had for a coach had his way, they probably WOULD be. Pretty much every girl in the class had some kind of undersized clothing, probably so he could get his jollies, or at least that's what most everyone figured. She had to stop herself No, it'll be okay, that bra will last all practice. Definitely. I'm just getting all worked up about something that won't happen.

As long as the assignment wasn't running, Sarah figured, Julia would be okay. Even if it WAS, Sarah wasn't sure Julia could run fast enough to bounce out anyway. Then again, she'd never seen Julia run, period. Maybe she was fast and Sarah just didn't know it. She hoped not because SHE definitely wasn't fast and she'd really prefer to be running WITH someone instead of all alone. Then there was the fact that Julia wasn't even wearing any kind of sports bra. [I/]Probably because they don't MAKE them in her size.

Well there was ONE thing Sarah knew for a fact. Julia definitely didn't LOOK fast. . .

Sarah was partially right. Julia wasn't THAT fast. She was actually faster than Sarah by a long shot, but that really wasn't saying much these days. . . Even during her thinner days Sarah had never been much of a runner.

Julia did the nice thing and ran slowly, partially to keep Sarah company, mostly to keep her boobs secure. And for twenty minutes they ran, well, walked quickly, well, walked faster than normal, well, they tried to. At least like that there was no threat of popping out. They made their way around the basketball court twice before coach called everyone up.

Time to change exercises. A bit worrying, but Julia was thinking positive, hoping for the best. Her hopes were crushed quickly. Julia's face fell when he got around to telling them what they'd be doing next. Jump rope. Her bra had so far succeeded in keeping her contained but this? There was no WAY she'd stay in! She wondered briefly if that's what coach was thinking, that creepy pervert. She was pretty sure he'd been watching her all class, so that wasn't too unlikely.

There weren't enough jump ropes for everyone, so they all had to get into groups of two and take turns exercising. Sarah and Julia matched up right away, both of them knowing the horrible end this might have for Julia. Sarah volunteered to go first and tried her best to stretch out her time as long as possible. They proceeded to put this plan into action, and it was going well. Until coach noticed. He walked over and started talking to the two of them.

“Look I know you're new here, but one thing you need to know. We take turns. Watching you jump rope does Julia here no good, so hand over the jump rope.”

So she did and Julia was in the spotlight. Because of the way the coach had singled the two of then out, the whole class it seemed like, was staring at Julia intently, thinking the same thing. No way she's gonna get through this without busting out of that bra!

Julia looked around at the group, trying to get her mind around what this could mean for her. Every girl in the room was looking at her judgmentally, every guy, lustfully. Coach didn't notice, he was too busy staring himself.

It was almost paralyzing, being on display like this. Julia realized that this was probably how Sarah had been feeling all semester long. It was weird, she realized. All semester, she and the rest of the group had been obsessed with how fat Sarah had been getting, but she'd never even considered what it was like for her on a daily basis.

Sure, every Friday, they'd seen how she tried to make up for her tummy by playing up her boobs but this was different. This wasn't a one-time-a-week deal. She shook herself off that and back to the moment at hand. What the heck, they're going to be watching and judging no matter WHAT happens. I might as well give them SOMETHING to see.

She felt like her bra would PROBABLY make it through this, but she definitely wasn't sure. Her boobs had fallen out of her bras plenty of times, and it didn't feel like any of those times. Her boobs were a bit too big for her bra, but it wasn't THAT much. Yeah, normal setting this would be just fine. This was not a normal setting. She'd never been hopping up and down like she was about to, in a bra this tight. DEFINITELY never done it in this public a setting. This was going to be completely new for her. And she was terrified.

With that thought, she took the gamble and jumped. Once. Then twice. She couldn't keep any kind of rhythm, but then most of the girls around her couldn't. That was a bit of comfort, but not much. She kept jumping, once, twice, three times, and so on, while her classmates stared, transfixed by this flabby woman bounced up and down, jiggling like mad.

As you would expect, the effects were most obvious in her boobs, but it wasn't JUST her tits doing the wobbling. As the class watched, her belly was scrunched up by the massive weight of her breasts coming down on it, and when she paused, the jiggling kept going, reverberating along her midsection. She was careful not to bounce TOO quickly, trying to reduce the chances of her tits breaking free of their prison, but with their size, it was looking like breaking out was more an inevitability than a possibility. Some watched hopefully, others judgmentally, but everyone watched closely.

Her bra put up a heroic fight, all the way until about twenty minutes to the end of class, but it had to happen eventually. The whole class, they'd been working their way up over the tops of the bra cups, and with one final jump, they were loose. They didn't come out of her shirt, but anyone could recognize that it happened. Most of the class saw it, especially since more than half the class was watching her closely the whole time.

Her face turned a bright red, and she ran full-speed to the locker room, giving the boys in the gym even MORE to watch. Every step, her overly-tight gym shirt clung tight to her chest, showing every single jiggle, every single bounce as she ran. It hurt, running bra-less across the gym but she just HAD to get out of there.

Sarah cringed at the sight, thinking about how much it would hurt HER to do that and her tits weren't NEARLY as big. She ran as quickly as possible after Julia to try and comfort her. Julia had done that for her plenty of times now, it was time to return the favor.

When she walked in, Julia was trying, and failing, to force herself back into her clothes. She'd just managed to get her tits back into their canvas cage, but she was struggling to button her jeans. She'd had a pretty serious muffin top all day long, and now, as exhausted, sweaty and out-of-breath as she was, she just couldn't get them fastened. Sarah couldn't relate to anything else that had happened to Julia, but this was common territory. There really wasn't much she expect could offer- Julia had been dealing with these kinds of problems a lot longer, and probably knew a lot more little tricks, little secrets to help her in cramming her bloated body into old clothes.

Already Sarah was a bit impressed that Julia had gotten as far as she had, but now, her flabby, fleshy gut was getting in the way of the button. And was it her imagination or was it already looking fatter than it did on saturday? Nah, it's only MONDAY, she can't have gained that much weight in just one day!

Then she thought back to some of the days she'd had in the last few months. Okay, so it wasn't IMPOSSIBLE, but it was hard and took a lot of eating. She had to wonder about the same thing she'd been asking of herself all day,

Why would she DO that to herself? She shook herself out of that quickly Okay, that's not important, back on track, FOCUS Sarah.

Julia was still battling her button, and Sarah thought to all her recent pants problems. Julia would have already done everything she could think of, but this gave her an opening into Julia's problem, so she took it.

“Try leaning back against something and trying again, that usually helps.” she suggested quietly, knowing without asking that OF COURSE she had.

She was not disappointed. “Do you SERIOUSLY think I haven't tried that already? That's like the OLDEST trick in the book! Just shut up okay? You don't have ANY idea how much this sucks! NOTHING is working!”

Julia sounded like she was about to cry. She took a breath then started again, “I'm getting HUGE! These pants are 18s and I can't button them! My tits are pouring out the tops of an E-CUP! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? IT MEANS I'M TURNING INTO A COW!”

Julia couldn't hold it back any more, and finally broke down into tears. “This is it. I give up. I'm just going to keep on blowing up like a blimp. No point trying to deny it anymore.”

Sarah had to break in here, hearing the thoughts she'd had this morning being thrown back at her like this. Friday, she'd made enemies, but that was a different kind of horrible. That one, she couldn't really do much about, but this one; this one she could help.

But she had to calm Julia down first. “I'm just trying to help you here, okay? You need to take a second, alright? Relax. Take a deep breath okay? You need to calm yourself down a bit. All this actually proves is that you have an amazing, gigantic rack. You're not a cow, you're just one hell of a woman. Did you see how many guys were checking you out while you were jumping? Those tits are one of a kind!”

“Yeah but LOOK at this belly! It's getting-” Julia began.

Sarah broke in before Julia could finish her thought -

“It really isn't as bad as you think; it's all in your head. Just calm down. You couldn't see the guys checking you out while you were running, but let me tell you, there wasn't a single one looking anywhere else. I promise you, if you went out there, you could have your choice of guys, even with that tummy – which isn't as big as you think, I'm telling you!”

“Everyone out there looked totally disgusted though-” Julia started, before Sarah interrupted her again.

“-No that was just the girls, and they're all just jealous. Heck, I'M jealous! Seriously, those things are PERFECT.”

“you wouldn't be if you had to deal with THIS!” Julia sighed, gesturing towards her soft stomach, which was looking particularly big, as it was still a bit bloated from lunch, “Tits are sexy. This. . . isn't.”

She reached for her belly and started shaking it around, jiggling to show Sarah just how fat she'd been getting. The two of them watched, transfixed as it kept wobbling for a few seconds after Julia had let go. Julia continued, “How the heck am I supposed to find a guy with THIS?

There was a lull, then Sarah broke the silence. “I don't know, just from the stares I saw Nathan Mills giving you, I don't think it matters too much. . .”

Julia felt horrible,but she had to crack a smile at that. “Yeah right, no WAY that happened!”

She didn't believe Sarah for a second, but just the thought of that made her feel a bit better. I mean, Nathan had been high on her list of hotties in the school for a long time! Not number one on campus, but yeah, definitely way up there. Number three maybe. Or four. Somewhere in the top five.

She was still upset by the whole thing, but Sarah's assurances were working. They made Julia feel a bit better about herself. Not a lot, but enough. Okay, so she was still getting fat, but the idea that at least SOME guys were liking it, even if that was a lie to make her feel better, though she really hoped it wasn't. She was pretty good at reading faces and Sarah looked honest when she said all that, so maybe, just maybe. . .

But no. No chance of that. No WAY a hot guy, no way ANY guy would EVER like a fatty like her. Then again, with tits like THESE. . .

She grabbed hold of them and lifted them a bit, feeling their weight. They were definitely feeling heavier than she remembered. Well at least there's SOMETHING good about being over 200. . .
 

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Part Seventeen

The two girls talked briefly and left as quickly as possible. They didn't want to be caught in the locker room when the rest of the class finished, that was for sure! Julia actually left the locker room with her pants unbuttoned just to make sure they had a clean escape.

Sarah wasn't about to argue. Hey, it got them out of the last fifteen minutes of class, so she was totally fine with this. Considering how that first class had just gone, Sarah needed to find as many reasons as possible to skip gym.

Julia was feeling a tiny bit more confident about her body now, but she was still in dire need of some old-school comforting, a la comfort food. So there was only one thing they could do, one place they HAD to stop by before they got home. Taste of China.

Taste of China was a medium sized Chinese buffet, with one of the best chefs in a hundred miles. It was a little out of the way for both of them, but it was Julia's favorite restaurant. As it was, her self-esteem was raised up a bit after talking to Sarah, but considering where it started, wasn't too good. Solution? Food was the only antidote, so there they were, ready to gorge. They ordered thee buffet, and started gathering what they already KNEW was way too much food for any two people, even such gluttons as themselves.

It took a while, going as fast as they could back and forth from the buffet, but they did it. They had to build up enough food to last them through this after all. I mean, before too long, they'd barely be able to make the move from their table to the serving line! Eh, three trays apiece aught to be enough, right? They started shoveling down hundreds of calories without a second thought. At the end, they leaned back satisfied, their hands resting on their bulging stomachs. Satisfied but not stuffed. They could still eat more and HEY, they hadn't had dessert yet! This was the kind of day dessert was necessity, not choice.

There was an ice cream dispenser in the corner, beside their table, and since they were basically resigning themselves to being forever fatties, why the heck not? Didn't even have to get up, thank God. Sarah wasn't even sure she COULD do that. She could however, reach the ice cream machine well enough to make an ice cream cone, so she made one. Then another. And she didn't stop for a long time. In the end, Julia had downed five ice cream cones, and Sarah, never to be outdone, had eaten seven. As a result, Sarah, unsurprisingly, found getting up out of her chair incredibly hard. Julia did too, but she'd been doing this longer, and she was both less overstuffed and more practiced at it, so she knew she could do it if she tried. She didn't, though. Even though she COULD, she sat there with Sarah for a while, to talk and maybe recover from the binging.

. “And this, is exactly why we're fat.” Julia said, gesturing towards her stomach.

“Well obviously, but come on. That was AMAZING.”

Julia felt she had to bring Sarah down before she went too far that direction. “This is true, but if we keep doing this kind of thing every day, we're gonna look like a couple of Goodyear blimps by the end of the year!”

“Probably, but if I felt like this all the time, I probably wouldn't CARE!”

“You don't mean that.”

“Alright, no I don't, but we might as well enjoy it while we're still skinny.”

This surprised Julia. What the heck? “Still skinny? Are you smoking something Sarah? How on EARTH am I skinny? You just saw my tits bust straight out my bra! You just watched me fighting with my, like, two week old jeans! TWO WEEKS OLD, SARAH, TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS! And no offense, but you're not too far behind me! Look at us! We're sitting here, eating so much we can't even sit up straight!”

Julia immediately felt bad after that, but she had to get it out there. She half-expected Sarah to break down crying, but Sarah just sat there quietly, no reaction visible on her face. Julia's words stung a little bit , but then, Sarah knew everything Julia had just said was true. This was her chance to say what she'd been thinking all day, and she took it. She hesitated before she started talking. “Well, judging by how hard it is for either of us to lose weight, I'm thinking we're both probably the skinniest we'll ever be.” She paused to get an idea Julia's reaction. She felt weird, saying this after what had just happened in the locker room. “Well I probably am, I don't know about you.” She finished.

She regretted it immediately after she saw the look on her friend's face. Her face showed every thought going through her head, clear as day. She wasn't upset, not really angry, but the idea that she would just be a fatty her whole life? She couldn't accept that. Not right now. Not after all that. One of them had to stand up, get something started. This was NOT okay. The idea of just giving in was tempting, but. . . “No. No we are not. Sarah, we are going to lose this weight. Together. Okay, starting tomorrow morning,we're on a diet.” She sounded more confident than she felt. Weren't they ON a diet?

Sarah picked up another piece of pizza and bit into it before she responded. Eating like this was fun, she didn't want to give it up QUITE this soon! I mean she wasn't even that BIG yet! She looked down at herself, and began rubbing her stomach a bit to relieve it. What do I weigh now? She question crossed her mind for a split second as she struggled to come up with some kind of reasonable excuse to put off the diet until later. Then one came to her. “Well, my cousin's having a birthday party this Friday, and there is NO WAY I'm gonna miss out on some of Aunt Kelly's cake.”

“Well, when you think we should start?

Sarah went quiet for a second, thinking about the question. Saturday she was going up to see her grandma, so that was off the table. And who starts things on Sundays? Only one choice. “Ummmmm. . . Monday sound good to you?”

“Monday it is. Probably for the better anyways. I got a family reunion. I don't know if you noticed when we were clearing out my house, but my family can COOK. Not just my mom either. Your Aunt Jill? Imagine five of her, cooking like ten different things. I doubt I could go the whole weekend without going off the diet anyways. Probably going to be five pounds fatter by Monday. Okay you're right, five pounds IS an exaggeration, but I'm telling you. Not far off.”

“Well, might as well get to the diet after all that. Then we won't have to deal with trying NOT to make a pig out of ourselves at these kinds of things.” Sarah said, trying to rationalize making a pig out of herself at the party. I mean, why would they bring cake and ice cream if they didn't expect people to eat it? And Sarah NEVER wasted food.

Without hesitation, and secretly relieved, Julia fired back, “Probably right. I don't know about you, but I just couldn't POSSIBLY say no to one of Meemaw's brownies!”

After today's gym class, Julia wanted desperately to lose some fat, but she was as resistant to dieting as ever, so any reason to put it off until later? Good. And now, if this diet never got started and they both kept getting fatter, she could always lay the blame on Sarah. She'd never do it out loud of course, after everything Sarah'd been through with cheerleading, after seeing how the whole school was treating her after Friday and ESPECIALLY now she'd gotten a small taste of how Sarah's life had been the past few weeks when she had been singled out in gym, but in the back of her mind, she could blame at least a tiny bit of her fatness on Sarah. It wasn't much but it was comfort enough.

They talked a bit longer, about how seemed like Sarah's entire family was completely ignoring just how fat she'd gotten, speculating about what Jade might be planning, complaining about Coach and how creepy he was. The conversation slowly turned to how the school was reacting to Sarah's new size, and Julia told her all about the fan club that was popping up around Sarah's newly-enlarged rear. This was the first Sarah had heard about this.

“Seriously?” She asked, “There's a bunch of guys checking out my ass when I'm walking down the hall?”

“Are you kidding? You can't be serious. No way you've missed all that. Tim Lancaster? He's the worst about it. I swear that boy goes out of his way to see as much of your ass as possible!”

Sarah tended to stutter a bit when she was surprised, and this counted. Disbelieving, she started babbling, “Tim? Okay now your just messing with me! Tim? Oh don't. . . Don't even lie about something like that, that's just, just terrible,you know how I am!” Tim was a crush Sarah'd been harboring since tenth grade, but he'd never shown interest so she'd halfway given up on him. She wanted it to be true, and she couldn't exactly see what guys were behind her when she walked down the hallway. So maybe, just maybe she's telling the truth. . .

They kept talking for about ten minutes, about guys, about food, about teachers, just about whatever came to mind until Sarah felt she'd digested enough to walk. Then they waddled to their cars and went their separate ways, both stuffed to the brim with pizza, both feeling a little better about how fat they'd both gotten over the last year, and both feeling good about their (hopefully thinner) future.

Sarah felt particularly good about everything. Things were about to get rough. She knew it. She knew Jade, and turning the whole school against Sarah wasn't enough revenge for her. More was coming, but at least she knew she had friends to back her up. Besides, all things considered, nothing Jade could do could POSSIBLY be worse than what had just happened to Julia!
 

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Sarah: Part Eighteen

It was a stressful week for more than just Julia. As it turned out, her accident during gym on Monday was just the start of a very bad week for the girl's clothing.

Megan was the second victim. Wednesday just happened to be laundry day at her house and the only clean clothes she had left were her fat pants. Her old fat pants. From when she was wearing two sizes smaller. She knew there was a risk when she pulled them out that morning, but they were her only option, so she spent about thirty minutes of her morning wriggling and squishing her very large asset into them. She didn't like it, but what choice did she have? She'd just have to deal all day with the waistband digging deep into her sides and hearing hundreds of tiny popping sounds every time she bent over.

Well, as it turned out, she didn't have to deal with it all day. Only for about five hours.
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You see, Jade wasn't planning to attack Sarah directly. She had been doing loads of work in those few days to turn the student body against Sarah, and by extension, her friends.

Megan seemed the most vulnerable of the four so they targeted her, starting Wednesday. At first, it seemed like a just a sort of general chill in the air around her. Then she overheard people making fun of her. Then they started insulting her to her face. The insults hurt, but were nothing compared to what happened next. Guys she'd never seen or talked to began to harass her, going beyond just words, pushing her into lockers, using simple, high school pranks to humiliate her even further. At first it was annoying, but she could handle it. Then it turned ugly.

On the walk between third and fourth hours, a boy walked by and knocked her books to the ground. Typical juvenile prank, nothing original about it. She bent over to pick them up, hearing the faint sounds of stitches popping, but the pants would have held together. Would have. While she was leaning over, another guy slapped her ass to see how long it would jiggle. The stitches in the back seam were already stretched tight. Too tight. Her ass jiggled like mad, and this time, the seam couldn't take it.
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The entire crowded hallway froze for a second, everybody looking around to see what fatass ripped their pants. Once the crowd got a good look at Megan's outgrown turquoise panties, the laughter began rolling in. Megan's ass looked even huger than normal; it was hanging out the bottom of her panties and her rapidly developing cellulite was clearly out on display to dozens of judgmental high-school students.

Megan couldn't get out of there fast enough. She ran to her car as fast as she could, faster than she'd ever run in her life, making the tear bigger and bigger, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be gone, so no one could see her. She sat in the car for an hour or so, crying and trying to forget the laughing faces.

She thought back to that morning. The jeans she'd worn were actually her second choice. Her first choice was a skirt she'd bought right about the same time. Skirts had more room for her ass, so that was what she would prefer. She even got it on without too much hassle! Then she looked in the mirror. That skirt was supposed to be short when it fit, and now, when she was so much bigger, it didn't come close to covering the bottoms of her ass cheeks! Her panties were long past covering her entire ass shelf, so she would be entirely on display.

Like I am now she thought, bitterly. The jeans were uncomfortable, but they were her only choice.

Well at least she'd been able to wiggle them over her hips, that was a relief. I guess. She could handle panty lines. They were a bit embarrassing, yeah, but she'd had worse.

Besides, she'd thought,Who would even notice?

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Sarah and the rest of the group didn't know about any of this until lunch when Megan didn't show up. It wasn't like Megan to miss lunch. Or any of them, really, but Megan especially. It took a while trying to find someone who would talk to any of them long enough to tell the story.

When the details were fully laid out, Julia was the first to spring into action. She knew what Megan must feel like, and this wasn't something they could ignore. Besides, what would they miss here? Gym? Ooh, what a sacrifice.

Megan was still bawling her eyes out when they found her five minutes later. She couldn't even speak at first, but after a while, she choked out

"I'm huge"

Looking at her right then, Sarah kind of had to agree with that statement.

No, she's one of my best friends, she's not fat!

then,

Oh COME ON! Just look at her!

Sarah did. She looked at Megan, red faced, tears running down her cheeks, her makeup completely ruined. Then she looked at the rest of her. Megan was sitting in her car, filling her seat and pouring a little bit into the one next to her. Sitting down, her thighs spread out, and her belly was bulging out over the remains of her jeans. They were unbuttoned by now because really? why not? The damage was already done! The image placed doubts in Sarah's mind,

Was that scale right the other day? Looking at Megan, it seemed impossible. How is this woman only 188 pounds? She looks closer to 200!


Megan had a point. She was huge; they all knew it, but they couldn't say it. All they could do was support her. They knew how tough this must be, heck they were all fatasses! Now she thought about it, Sarah was still feeling five pounds heavier from comforting Julia on Monday!

Hey that's an idea, she thought. What Megan needs right now is good old-fashioned comfort food, courtesy of Mcdonald's! Oooh, maybe we can even drop by that new KFC!


Bri and Julia were all for it, after all, they'd missed lunch for the first time in years. Megan though, was a little hesitant. After all, she was gaining weight at a ridiculous speed. She didn't admit to the group, but Sarah's observations weren't completely wrong. She was fatter than she'd been on Saturday. That morning, after all the trouble she had with clothes, she had pulled out the scale to check herself. It was three days since the last weigh in. She was five pounds fatter. She didn't tell them; she couldn't tell them, that would make it feel real.

Sarah, Bri and Julia were hungry, though, and that wasn't changing if they hung around much longer. I mean there wasn't even a vending machine out here! The choice was made. The girls were going to leave, with or without Megan, and that settled Megan's mind. . . . Well. . . comfort food does sound good, I suppose. . .

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Waking up Thursday morning, Sarah felt acutely aware of just how much she’d eaten the night before.

Man, how can I STILL be this STUFFED?

Glancing around the room, the question was answered. Looking around her at the empty boxes of pizza, the empty ice cream containers and dozens of crumpled wrappers, Sarah felt like she was getting fatter by the second. Looking at her friends and judging how she felt, they had most likely spent the night comforting Megan to the tune of ten, fifteen pounds apiece. Every one of them had removed or rearranged some article of clothing to continue eating, and it didn’t look like any of them were ever getting to their original state.

Bri was passed out in the middle of the floor, her hand in a family bag of Doritos, her potbelly sticking up a foot and a half in the air. It poked out over her elastic waistband and just hung there, her shirt, rolled up over her swollen stomach. Was it the fat or the food making it stick out so much, though?

Thinking back, Sarah didn’t remember Bri taking part as much in the binges, at least not as much as she’d expected. Actually, no, she definitely ate a LOT of food, just. . . Not as much as one would expect a girl the size of Bri to eat.

Julia was curled up in the recliner, looking every one of her two hundred pounds, both her jeans and her blouse unbuttoned and unzipped, filling every spare inch of space. Laid back on the recliner, an empty Papa John’s box rested comfortably on her tummy, two hundred pounds looked to be a conservative estimate.

Sarah took in the sight for a second. That recliner was FULL of woman. Very busty, very overfed woman.

Megan was also asleep, leaned against a coffee table, surrounded by chocolate wrappers and an empty pint of Blue Bell. She’d started off half undressed, and in the wake of the evening’s activities, shed her blouse, giving Sarah a full view of her blubbery belly. There weren’t that many fat rolls last time she’d seen Megan like this, were there?

And were those. . . were those. . . Stretchmarks? Probably, maybe, yeah, she didn’t exactly have the best view, but everything considered, that was pretty likely. Looking at Megan’s swollen self, with her chunky tummy popped out in front, her boobs spilling out of her bra, ever-so-slightly, Sarah was brought back to wondering, was she going the same way?

I mean, it wasn’t so long ago, Megan weighed what she weighed, and they had almost the same body type. Big, BIG ass and all that. They definitely had that in common. Okay, so Sarah had more of an hourglass, but a BOTTOM-HEAVY hourglass! So she had slightly bigger tits than Megan used to have, big whoop, she was still way bigger than she wanted to be! On the note of her hourglass. . . Not looking so. . . Hourglass-y these days. . . Still crazy big ass, surprisingly big tits, but her tummy. . . Not so shockingly small nowadays. UGH, ESPECIALLY NOW! How on EARTH was she supposed to fit into. . .

“Hey. HEY. HEY!”

“Nnnh?” The half-question-half-grunt came from the other three girls
simultaneously as they stirred, waking up in an over-full daze.

“I just thought of something. Seriously. WAKE UP!”

“Mm’awake. Jus’ gimme a sec’” Megan said, yawning. “Wha’s happening?”

“Ugh, wake UP! Okay, so I just realized, there’s no way in Hades I’m squashing my fat ass into any of my jeans at home, ESPECIALLY not after last night, and looking at y’all, I’m PRETTY SURE that’s true for the rest of you, am I right? I’m right. So here’s what I’m thinking. School today, any of you got any big tests, and big essays due, anything like that? No? Okay, then I say we skip entirely, go up to Pinelli, get new, BIGGER clothes, relax the whole day.”

The room filled with grunting as bloated bunch as a whole tried to move to a sitting position.

“I’ve got some old pants that would probably fit you, if you want.” offered Megan.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll wear those to the mall, but no offense, Megan, but you have different taste in clothes than me. Not BAD taste, just different. Point is, I want my OWN clothes.”

Julia came to Sarah’s defense, “She’s right, there is no WAY I’m getting this totally buttoned. Not where I won’t be popping buttons, anyway, and I’d rather be busting out my clothes around strangers than people I have to interact with on a daily basis. I’ve had enough of that for one week.”

Bri agreed, “Well these pants aren’t buttoning ever again, not that it’s a big deal to me. I’ve been huge forever, I’m used to safety pins. I’d rather have fitting clothes, though. . . I’m in, let’s do it.”

“Three against one, Meg, you’re outnumbered.”

“HEY, I never said I was AGAINST the idea, I need new clothes as much as the rest of you!” Maybe more. . .

With that, the girls waddled to Julia’s little car and crammed in, Julia and Bri to the front, Sarah and Megan to the back. Given the girls’ recent swelling, it was the most comfortable seating arrangement possible, but it still had a few issues, namely the way Megan and Sarah’s thighs spread when seated. There wasn’t exactly a great deal of spare room in the back seat on the drive.

“Ugh, heh, I don’t really feel like breakfast today, what about you girls?” Julia joked.

“Or lunch. Or dinner. For the next two weeks. We’ve gotten SOOOO fat!” Sarah said.

“CORRECTION: YOU GUYS have gotten fat. I was already there. BEAT YA!” Bri said with a smile.

For some reason Bri’s joking struck a nerve in Sarah. “Yeah, but you’re getting even BIGGER! We got bigger clothes what, a WEEK AGO?! I’m wearing Megan’s old pants, Julia’s using safety pins on her BLOUSE and Megan can’t take steps bigger than two foot forward for fear of ripping her pants!”

Quietly, Julia began, “We could start a diet, and-“

“START A DIET?!? DO YOU NOT SEE A TREND HERE WITH THE DIETS!? Remember how the LAST one started? The whole ’Let’s eat until there’s no more junk food’ thing? I gained a ton of weight STARTING THAT DIET, and HOW much did I lose?! LOOK AT ME, YOU CAN SEE HOW WELL IT WORKED!”

“You lost a little at firs—”

“NO, I MAINTAINED. Whoopty--doo, I DIDN’T gain ten pounds in two days, hallelujah, let’s celebrate by eating twice my weight in ice cream, that’ll make up for my NOT making a cow of myself for a few days!”

The car went silent, the girls looking around, feeling the weight of their bellies, remembering the night before, how much they’d shoved down their throats. Now all those calorie-bombs were sitting balled up, distending their midsections, changing from tasty treats into lumps of lard spread across their bodies.

They thought back further. There had been a lot of comforting since the start of the school year. Every one of them was suddenly intensely aware of every fat roll, every pinching piece of clothing, and there were a lot of both. Julia noticed how much her arms jiggled every time she turned the wheel; Megan could feel her supposedly “full-cover” panties creeping between her chubby cheeks; Bri could suddenly feel just how much the armrests cut into her sides.

They realized this had become the norm, not the exception. They really were gigantic, weren’t they?

(Continued in post 30 of this thread)
 

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Pirelli Mall is the sixth biggest shopping center in the state. It was originally built by the Pirellis to be THE biggest, but in the last four years, it’s been beaten again and again as other cities build their own “BIGGEST SHOPPING CENTER IN THE STATE!” But there’s one place Pirelli remains undefeated.

The food court.

The Pirelli family is a large family of first-generation Italian immigrants, and as a whole, they are more concerned with comfort than fitness, especially the younger generation. When construction was announced, those who knew the family knew, without seeing the blueprints that two things for certain: a grand food court, and a terrific selection of plus sized clothing.

The Lane Bryant in Pirelli is the largest in the state as well, and every store in the mall has signed a contract to carry the most stylish fashions in their largest plus-sizes. It was, admittedly, a bit of a drive for the girls, but with Bri, and increasingly, the rest of the gang, to shop for, Pirelli was the only real option if they wanted to look good.

First stop, the Gap. Not the trendiest of spots, but not Lane Bryant, either. No stigma attached to the Gap, and they had the size Sarah needed, 14s. Great, five days, one size up, this is just FANTASTIC

Julia found herself some T-shirts and a bigger blouse. Couple of blouses, actually. Julia had a thing for them, they didn’t have the same slutty connotations as V-necks, but there was no shame in unbuttoning a few of the top buttons. And why not show off the few benefits of being a big girl?

Megan bought herself several pairs of sweatpants, explaining “I’m kinda put off wearing jeans for the moment.”

Next up, J.C. Penney’s. Jeans and sweatpants are good and all, but what Sarah and Megan really wanted were skirts. Everything covered, but there’s still plenty of room for an expansive ass, like sweatpants, minus the fatass association. Sarah still had a few at home, but they weren’t sufficient for her recent overindulgences. She didn’t even have to bend over for her cheeks to be out on display to the public, but moving up a size should make up for that, right?

HELLS YES, size 10 fits fine! Amazing how a smaller number could improve her self-image, even if it didn’t improve her outward image. It was a bit short, maybe, but at least all the important bits were covered.

Bri couldn’t find much she really liked, so she split from the group to check Lane Bryant, leaving Julia to the shirts, and Megan and Sarah to the fitting rooms to try on their finds.

“Megan? You ready, I need an opinion here!”

“One. . . Second. . . NNNH, YES, THERE WE GO!”

The door opened and the two girls looked at each other. Neither girl liked what they saw. Megan’s soft, squishy tummy was oozing out over her waistband, in a large, textbook example of a muffin top. The tank top she was wearing, an unseemly tight, black, spaghetti-string number, clung tight to every extra curve on Megan’s body. Her tits, tightly packed into her bra, starting to spill over the tops, bounced and jiggled every step she took, threatening to break free, like Julia’s, and her over-tight shirt made it all clear as day.

Sarah’s skirt fit her better, no muffin top at least. Well, barely any muffin top, anyways. And it covered everything. Sort of. That was the problem, it covered everything, but only just. And where the waistband was loose, the skirt itself. . . not so much. A trip on a rug, another two pounds, and bam, Sarah would have another embarrassing story and the pile of discarded clothes would be bigger. Her shirt wasn’t much better than Megan’s, either, not form-fitting, but not modest either. Well, maybe a BIT form-fitting, but not as clingy. Just low-cut. Not TOO low-cut, by Sarah’s standards, but by it was definitely a bit questionable.

The girls stood there awkwardly for a second, trying to piece together a nice way to say the other looked like a prostitute. Megan shifted from one foot to the other, sending a ripple across her upper body, pushing Sarah over the edge.

“Okay, I’ll start. NO.”

Megan was startled out of her thought processes, bouncing a bit, “Huh? Why not?”

“Not sure how to put this nicely, but there’s uh. . . This. . .” She reached and grabbed Megan’s side, shaking it for a second. It continued jiggling after she let go, “ popping up over the skirt. Then there’s the fact that you bounce around like a porn star every time you take a step.” a very CHUBBY porn star. . .

“I can see exactly how tight that bra is, we are stopping at Victoria’s Secret next, no question. Okay, you go.”

“Okay, uh, wow, uh. . .”

“Don’t go easy on me, I want the truth, don’t try not to hurt my feelings”

“Uh, yeah, all right, so the shirt is a little low-cut, no, WAY low-cut. But that’s up to you, the problem here is the skirt.”

“What? The skirt fits fine!”

“At the waist, maybe, but you gotta remember, you and me, we got fat asses—”

“How could I ever forget?”

“—A skirt may fit totally fine right here, but it’s how long the skirt is that’s the real important thing. A skirt can feel like it fits great, but be totally inappropriate in public. That’s where your skirt is. Turn around right quick? Ahh, yep. Nice. Dark green, very classy. Don’t have much cellulite, lucky. If I can see that now, what you think’s gonna happen come a windy day?”

“All right, all right, I get the picture, but I’m keeping the shirt.”

“And I’m keeping this one. I don’t mind showing off the girls. Distracts from the thunder thighs.”

Sarah kept quiet.
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Finished there, the three girls’ next stop was Victoria’s Secret. It was more noticeable on Julia and Megan, but Sarah also needed a new bra. She was in less danger than her friends, but saying that meant nothing, as it was more or less a miracle her friends’ breasts weren’t loose already.

They made one hell of a sight, wearing their new purchases as they walked, or more accurately, bouncing, across the mall, Sarah in her low-cut halter top, Julia in a new blouse, and Megan in her new, already struggling tank-top. Sarah was less UN-comfortable than before, but with what felt like a million people gawking at them, she wasn’t exactly comfortable, either.

There weren’t, of course, million people gawking, but there were definitely more than a few teenage boys watching hopefully as the three passed by. Those boys were disappointed, though, when the girls got to their destination, dignity (mostly) intact.

Sarah got another chance to marvel at how huge they’d gotten after her friends came out from being measured, minus their tops. Julia was (partially) supported by a huge, plain white bra, clearly too small to contain her massive mammaries, her blubbery belly helping to support the hefty twins. Julia’s tummy poured over her panties all around, bubbling up and popping out into a hefty spare tire. Her soft stomach hung out in front of her, flopping out over the front of her tight jeans and jiggling at the slightest provocation.

Megan was looking a bit better off, but still, her jugs were squeezing their way over the sides of her black, lacy bra. Her matching panties were also way outclassed, no shockers there. The closest to a surprise Sarah had looking at Megan was above the waist, below the boobs.

Megan’s tummy was looking way way, WAY bigger than Sarah remembered, was that the results of last night, or still the remains of it? Maybe a bit of both? Her suspicions from that morning were confirmed, there were definitely more fat rolls than the last time she’d seen Megan topless. There were more changes than just that, she remembered the last time, Megan’s waist still seemed pretty small, actually, her entire upper body had seemed small, even if only relatively, but now. . . Where before, she had looked “sorta soft” or “a bit big,” she now was looking just plain fat. Her bubble-butt had never been totally free from cellulite, but the dimples were taking over now.

Looking at her friends, Sarah was reminded of exactly how much the straps on her bra were cutting in to her back fat, and thinking of the night before, she realized that, at last, she could bend in the middle. There was still some resistance, but it was of the familiar, too-much-fat variety, not the equally familiar, but much-less-comfortable, too-much-food variety.

She looked critically at her half-clothed self in the mirror, judging herself harshly over every extra inch on her figure. She’d bought these beautiful green panties just the last time she’d been here, hadn’t she? And now she was having to pull them out of her crack just to get a good, clear view of them. . .
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And that was enough, after a few hours of shopping, the girls could walk out of the mall in comfort. No more pinching clothes, no more stomachs the size of beach balls, they were feeling good. Bri was still lagging behind, but the rest of them felt great! Of course they would, they’d just gotten unequivocal proof that least some of the fat was going to the right places. They’d all needed new bras, bringing Julia to an 40F, Sarah to a 36DD, Megan to a 34D. They headed out towards Julia’s car to wait for Bri, no hard feelings, it was a beautiful da—

“Well, would you look at that! Two blubber-butts and a tit-monster, waddling around in the wild!”

Jade. Without her posse, perhaps, but that wasn’t too much less threatening. Jade was more than a little vicious, and after the week they’d been having, they were more than a bit sensitive at the moment.

“Oh, uh, hey Jade, nice to see you’re off crutches, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing much, Porky, just maintaining my girls here!” Jade unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her chest at the girls, trying to prove a point. Sarah stared for a second at the sight, Jade’s tits weren’t anywhere near as big as her own, but then, Jade actually had a thin waist and a flat stomach. More than flat, actually. Was her own stomach ever actually concave? Like ever? She couldn’t quite remember, but she doubted it.

Jade saw how Sarah was staring and began again, waking Sarah out of her trance “Jealous, Sarah? 38C, just got fitted. And unlike you, I STILL have a waistline. Don’t even need to ask you why you’re here, you’re a bunch of hippos. Where’s your friend? The queen hippopotamus? Let me guess, couldn’t squeeze her thousands of fat rolls into the car to get here? Sent you lot along to buy her a two-man tent for her to wear? Because that’s what it takes for that disgusting blob to be decently covered.”

Julia stepped up, strangely confident “Nope.”

“Then where is she? Stuffing her face at the food court?”

“Nope.”

“Well? Where is the queen of all blob-monsters?”

“She’s right behind you.”

“Wha—”

*POW*

Bri put her considerable weight behind her punch, knocking Jade to the ground, and Julia jumped at the opportunity. Well, more like SAT on the opportunity.

“MMPH, GOD how much do you WEIGH?! Get off, you fat heifer!”

“Nope. Apologize.”

“UGH, I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY JUST GET OFF ME!”

“Say ‘please’”

“PLEASE!”

“No. . . Say it NICELY.

“UGGHH, would you please get off of me, you mountain of lard!?”

“One more time, WITHOUT the attitude.”

“NNNGGHH! Would you. . . Please. . . get off of me. . . nnhh. . . you wonderful, not-at-all-morbidly-obese-lady?”

“You nearly lost it at the end there, but better. I’ll settle for that.” Julia stood up, much to Jade’s relief.

“SO. what are you, like 400 pounds?!”

“200, actually, now button that shirt back up, 38C really isn’t too amazingly impressive to a woman wearing a 40F.” To emphasize her point, Julia unbuttoned her top three buttons and bounced a bit, sending ripples all across her body, but most obviously through her exposed breasts. “Actually, I’m pretty sure 38C means you have the smallest tits out of all the women here right now.”

Jade stood still a second, mesmerized by the gaping, jiggling cleavage, then started back “Only because you’re a bunch of total blimps! If you were any fatter you’d probably—”

“Do I need to sit on you again? Learn a lesson here, skinny. Never insult me or my friends. Never screw with us, never try and hurt one of our feelings, just don’t do it. You will regret it. Now move along before you annoy me again.”

Jade stormed off, red-faced, her hair a mess, muttering under her breath, buttoning her shirt back up.

Sarah bounced up to Julia, “HOLY CRAP THAT WAS AWESOME!” A worrisome thought struck her, “You think she’s going to call security?”

“Not if she knows what’s good for her. Good punch, Bri.”

“Thanks. Been building up all week long.”

“Guys, I know what I said this morning, but THIS deserves celebration. Can you say FOOD COURT?!”

“HELLS YES!”
 

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Friday morning, the girls woke up feeling happy, rejuvenated, and well, slightly softer than the night before.

Sarah stirred in her bed as her alarm clock began blaring Nicki Minaj, and the first thing she noticed was the trouble she had sitting up, battling against the results of the girl’s triumph over Jade. She grimaced, that struggle was a daily thing now. Seemed a bit worse than normal though, which, she reflected, made perfect sense, everything considered. She rubbed her still-swollen belly, trying to relieve a bit of the pressure left over from that last KFC drive-through.

Glancing in the mirror on her way to the bathroom, she saw out of the corner of her eye that she was developing a small spattering of cellulite, but didn’t stop to examine it, because, I mean, close examination would make it feel, like, way too REAL. Just walking past, she could rationalize it as her imagination playing tricks on her, but she was afraid it wasn’t.

Unfortunately for her figure, this newfound awareness of her growing size disappeared entirely, just as soon as she put on her new, properly-sized clothing, and with it, any hope of eating healthy for the day disappeared.

The girls all went to school expecting something to be different, for Jade to have called off their classmates, but no such luck. No one seemed to have heard about what had happened yesterday at all really; it was as if it hadn’t even happened. And that made sense, didn’t it? Why would Jade announce to the world that she’d been sat on by one of the fat girls she’d been making fun of? Now that her ankle was healed up, she had no real excuse for losing that fight, no good reason for people to sympathize with her, so why would she go around telling the story?

The school still had free reign to ridicule them, but now, dressed in well-fitting clothes, the bunch didn’t make nearly as tempting targets, and with Jade’s recovery, and therefore recent demotion from a tragic figure, they were no more picked out then any of the other fat girls in the school. And so, with a few unimportant exceptions, the day went just fine for Sarah. Until Gym.

Actually, the trouble began BEFORE gym, at homeroom. As it was, the time had come for the school’s annual fundraiser, and just what might they be doing for the fundraiser this year? “Each of you will be given a box of chocolate candy, and you are all in charge of selling at least one before the end of the month, is that clear?”

With those words, Sarah’s diet was doomed.
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Lunchtime came around, and she made a conscious decision to not get too much food. And she stuck to it! Sorta-kinda! It wasn’t very much at all. . . compared to what she’d BEEN eating. . . I mean, even with her fitting clothes, the memory of the morning and that momentary glance of what might have, god forbid, been CELLULITE, still firmly in her mind, eating mindlessly was a habit now. She’d had so many gigantic meals lately, her view of a normal sized meal was beginning to skew off a tad bit to the more. . . massive end of the spectrum.

In this case, her ‘totally-reasonably-sized-and-not-at-all-huge-meal’ consisted of a plate and a half of shepherd’s pie, and then, as if the very large portions of mashed potatoes, meat, not to mention the massive amount of extra cheddar Sarah felt compelled to add, weren’t already doing enough damage to her healthy plans, she had to put the final nail in her diet’s coffin.

She opened up that box she’d gotten in home room, pulled out a nice, nutty chocolate bar, and without thinking it through, chowed down on it. Then she repeated the action. She didn’t think twice about it, even though she didn’t have the two dollars to pay for the candy, the money was due at the end of the month, she’d have it by then of course. Or her mom could just spring for it.

Her friends weren’t helping of course, they were all still riding high on Jade’s embarrassment, and celebrating in their usual, eat-ten-thousand-calories-and-then-maybe-take-a-nap way. Watching Megan power through enough chicken dumplings to feed a medium sized family, wrapping it up with a piece of chocolate cake, Sarah had to wonder, had her friends ALWAYS been such pigs? I mean yeah, she knew for a fact that Bri was big her whole life, but did Megan eat like that before all this? She’d never really paid any attention to her friends’ diets before.

But eventually lunch ended, and Sarah went from one bad situation, to an even worse one. Where her lunch dietary misstep was a personal failure, gym was a very different kind of mishap, a very public, potentially very embarrassing one. The trouble started, as you might expect, in the locker room. The ten minutes they were allowed at the start of class to change into gym clothes came and went, and the entire class left the locker room except Sarah.

Five minutes after class had started, Sarah waddled out of the locker room in the same clothes she’d been wearing all day, a slightly risqué skirt and a rather tight white tank top, a fact the coach was not about to miss.

“MISS ROUPRICH, SO GLAD YOU COULD JOIN US; WHERE ARE YOUR GYM CLOTHES?”

The whole gym stopped what they were doing, which was playing dodgeball, and stared as Sarah walked, red-faced, towards coach, trying to think how she’d explain without embarrassing herself. Julia from the edge of the court gave her a quick, short wave, instantly understanding what Sarah’s problem was.

“I, uhh. . . I can’t uhh. . .—”

“SPEAK UP, MISS ROUPRICH!”

Sarah’s face turned a darker shade of red as she began, “My shorts, sir. My shorts, uh. . . They don’t fit, sir.”

“WELL, YOU’LL HAVE TO DO THIS CLASS IN YOUR SCHOOL CLOTHES, THEN WON’T YOU?!”

Sarah turned and walked towards the gym floor, until Coach’s voice stopped her.

“NO! NO GYM CLOTHES, NO GYM GAMES. LAPS. ALL CLASS,” Sarah’s ass in that skirt was CONTAINED, yes, but it did nothing to mask the size of it, so cruelly, coach continued, “UNTIL YOU CAN FIT INTO THOSE SHORTS AGAIN, MISS ROUPRICH!”

As if that were possible, Sarah thought, it took months for her ass to get this massive, and it sure as hell wasn’t going back because of ONE run. This started Sarah thinking about what exactly brought her to this mortifying moment. Starting with just this situation in particular. She’d been in this gym class for one week, she’d only been to two classes, and only made it through ONE of them without some incident requiring five thousand calories worth of comfort. . . Then there was the ‘helping-Megan-feel-better ‘ on Wednesday, and her repeat performance of eating herself immobile on Thursday. . . Then there was the fact that all at once, she realized just how big that lunch REALLY was. She could still feel it, with every step she took, weighing her down yet another few pounds. . . Oh GOD, she thought, remembering all that chocolate.

She had to STOP eating like that. Monday, she thought, remembering that talk with Julia a few days ago. Monday, she was DONE eating like that. Not ‘til then though, she still had to her cousin’s birthday tomorrow, and she knew just from that, she was GOING to be a pig. The food was without a DOUBT going to be like, mind-blowingly awesome.

They say you should ‘never trust a skinny cook,’ and Sarah’s Aunt Laney took that little adage to heart years ago, when she went to culinary school. Twenty five years later, that meant she suffered from a mild case of morbid obesity. Maybe not so mild. But GOD could she cook!

These are a few of the things that were running through Sarah’s head as she waddled at halfway-not-really-but-it-looked-like-top speed around the gym, keeping her completely ignorant of the effect her punishment was having on the dodgeball games. Julia on the other hand, had a front row seat for a full view of what Sarah failed to feel.

Her skirt was a bit risky under ordinary, stress-free conditions. Picking up a pencil had a tendency to put her slightly-too-small, light blue formerly-full-coverage panties on display, a fact she had played around with earlier that day, feeling confident, keeping Julia’s comment about Tim Lancaster in mind. What all this means is that it wasn’t exactly up to the task of covering Sarah’s bouncy backside while she did her best running. Every step she took, the whole class was treated to a beautiful glimpse of her ballooning, bouncing backside, blossoming thunder thighs, and they could verify that that cellulite this morning, NOT a trick of the mind. She was sweating profusely, straight through her white tank top, showing to the world many eye-catching things. The way she bounced around with every stride let everyone know, her sports bra, somewhere else.

Julia, along with the male half of the class was quickly eliminated from the game as she stared, amazed by Sarah’s apparent ignorance of her constant clothing malfunctions. Okay, yeah, she would have been eliminated quickly anyway, like she always was. 200 pounds of fat doesn’t exactly set one up for being the most maneuverable, but at least the person might be bad at throwing.

She shook her head thinking about how many pounds it would cost her to comfort Sarah over this, how much cash it was costing her in clothes to chub up so quickly, and decided that, unless Sarah became aware of what was happening and came to her for comfort on her own, she’d just let it be.
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Sarah never knew. She was too preoccupied the whole time, thinking of how fat she’d gotten and piecing together why, that she never noticed the EFFECT her newfound pounds were having on her clothes, not now they fit easily anyway, but there was one thing she had to do before she left. Get new, LARGER gym clothes.

She walked stiffly and slowly across the gym floor to the coach’s office, catching coach on his way out.
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“Miss Rouprich,” he said in a surprisingly quiet, non-confrontational voice, “may I help you?”

Sarah stuttered for a second, then “Umm. . . Yeah, about the shorts. . . Could you get me the next size up, please?”

Coach stared at her for a second, like he was thinking it over, then shrugged and said “Sure. Don’t have much choice after your display out there, now do I?”

He walked off leaving a very confused Sarah behind. Display?

He came back a few seconds later with her new shorts, “Here. Try and make these last longer than next Friday, yeah?”

Sarah stayed quiet, nodded her head and walked back to the locker room to get her stuff, wondering what Coach meant. What display?

She left the school munching on a new chocolate bar, even though at that moment, she felt like nothing less than a thousand pounds. Chocolate helped, though, GOD this was a great fundraiser. There was a bit of relief too, there was nothing left to do but to go home for the weekend, eat chocolate, and sleep.

Unfortunately for her waistline, the drive home passed a Krispy Kreme and a Macdonald’s, and in her current state of mind, donuts and Big Macs were a necessity.
 

Mr. Jigglesworth

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Hey Cylon Bob, great story, I loved reading it, but I pictured a different, more sinister, then romantic ending involving Jade and her friends. Would it be alright to add the alternate ending?
 

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