Carrie 1Carrie Remington hit the button to silence the buzzing of her alarm clock and rolled out of bed. She didn't roll out in the sense that most people rolled over in bed, swung their legs over the edge, sat up, stretched, and then groggily began their day. Carrie actually rolled out of bed, hitting the carpet with a thud and no small surprise.
"Well that's a great way to start the day," Carrie mumbled sarcastically to herself as she staggered to her feet, rubbing her eyes.
Today was the beginning of another day like any other. Carrie would get dressed, have breakfast, head to school, be bored in class, have lunch, be bored some more, come home, watch TV, do homework halfheartedly, have dinner, hurriedly finish her homework, and go to bed. It was an undeniably dreary existence at times and it was Carrie's life. Though it bored her to death sometimes, that didn't mean that Carrie didn't try when it came to school. She did well, but she could have done better if she'd really pushed her
Heather 3Heather felt great. Okay, maybe that had something to
do with the sugar high of six choc-chip muffins and
two packs of Caramel Bombs she'd had between breakfast
and brunch, but there was another reason. She had
decided to get fat. Plain and simple, not chubby, not
plump, not big boned, but all-out fat. She giggled
every time she thought of it. Justin had confessed and
she'd gone into orbit. This was so damn cool! Now,
Justin was off visiting relatives for two months -
he'd taken her to a burger bar for a farewell meal -
and Heather knew exactly what kind of coming back
present he deserved. She was explaining all this, and
more, to Shelly, in the living room of her parent's
house. While eating. A lot.
Shelly was having a hard time taking it in.
Shelly was finding it harder and harder to ignore the
changes in Heather's body, even with her occasional
snipey comment. Her ass no longer had the classic
flaring curves - now, both round, flabby cheeks
interfered with each other, huge and out o
Heather 2Heather 2
By Mollycoddles (email@example.com)
Shelly glanced at her friend. Since she'd started dating Justin Vittles, Heather's bottom had continued to grow but now her weight gain had spread to other areas of her body as well. She was thrilled to find that her dream of having breasts had finally come true – over the past month, her minute A-cups had plumped up into respectable Bs and, if all signs were to be trusted, they weren't going to stop there. Heather seemed to take less notice of the other changes taking place in her body, particularly her swelling stomach. She was definitely starting to pile on the pounds, and Shelly suspected that the massive amounts of empty calories that Heather consumed to maintain her chunky derriere were now being evenly distributed.
"Girl," said Shelly, "Justin spoils you rotten. You are seriously starting to pork out all over."
"Oh, is that so?" sniffed Heather, squeezing the last few chunks o
Heather"Darn it all!"
Heather turned around in front of the mirror and scowled at her reflection. At seventeen, a girl was supposed to have filled out some. Despite all her hoping and wishing, however, Heather remained as flat as a board.
"The problem," said her friend Shelly helpfully, "is that you're so thin. Your metabolism is so high that your body never has a chance to store any fat before it all gets burned away."
"So what do you suggest?" asked Heather.
Shelly shrugged. "I dunno. I guess you could try to eat more, but I can't see what good that would do for you. You already eat loads and you're thin as a rail. If I ate half as much as you did, I'd be as big as a house."
Shelly rolled over on the bed and turned her attention back to her magazine. Heather couldn't help but feel just the tiniest twinge of jealousy. Even though Shelly complained frequently about her weight, Heather envied her
Megan 3Megan lumbered to class as fast as she could. She couldn't move as fast as she used to, now that she'd gained so much weight. She felt huge. Thank God, this class is finally coming to an end, she thought as she waddled across campus. She caught a quick glimpse of herslef in a window as she moved past. Jeez, she was huge. Her clothes barely fit her, since she still hadn't had any time to do any shopping. Her gray sweatpants - the only things that fit over her massive thighs -disguised most of her below-the-waist gain, but there was nothing she could do to disguise her chest. Her boobs had swollen up like zeppelins, and they quaked and quivered with every step she took, threatening to tear apart her oversize sweat shirt. She was wearing a tight, restrictive sports bra underneath her top, hoping against hope that it might help to reduce her ridiculous assets. It didn't seem to be
Megan 2"You've gained much too much weight, Megan."
"Tell me something I don't know," muttered Megan under her breath. Sitting on the examination table in her underwear, Megan felt heavier than ever. Her fleshy thighs and rounded gut filled out her knickers to the max and her increasingly hefty jugs felt tightly compacted in her D cup bra. After the incident in class several days ago when her inflated boobs had finally split a too-small tanktop in full public view, Megan had been forced to bite the bullet and go bra shopping. She was now in the D range, and she could only hope that she'd stay there. But if Prof.Addleson kept stuffing her with high-calorie goodies, Megan didn't have any doubt that they'd soon blimp up into full-fledged zeppelins.
But her rapid weight gain was worrying her for other reasons. Was it natural for a few cakes and pies to swell a girl up so much than she popped out of all her clothes? She'd
MeganMegan couldn't believe her good luck. Landing a job as TA for a cooking class had to be the sweetest deal a senior could land. Not only would she get credit for doing practically nothing, she'd also get free food! And, to Megan, anything free was definitely good.
Megan was a slender girl with dainty B cup breasts and short, mussy mousy brown hair. She had a slight bit of pudge around her middle, an inevitable result of her lazy, sedentary lifestyle, but for the most part she maintained a naturally svelte figure. With thick plastic framed glasses and a crooked smile, she might not have been the picture of conventional beauty but she was definitely cute. She was also definitely lazy and she never passed up a chance to get something for nothing.
"Prof. Addleson?" said Megan's roommate Arlene when she told her about her new job. "Geez, I wouldn't work for her. You know how much work she gives her TAs?