Jen slowley made her way to the elevator, feeling the fat of her 300 lb legs slap the ground with every laboured step. Lift. Shuffle. Slap. Jiggle. Repeat. Along the way she cursed herself and Mr. Ostlander, saying things like "I didn't even do anything wrong," and "I didn't know being late would result in a detention, that piece of shit is just out to get people," feeling herself gain weight with those 2 lies, causing her to curse herself even more as she felt her legs become heavier and heavier, her ass cheeks dropping lower and lower and getting flabbier and softer as she lied. On the way to the elevator she passed by a mirror, where she saw even her calves were larger than the rest of her body combined! Her body from the waist down was a permenantly jiggling mass of fat, barely visible as human if it weren't for her upper body. Her legs put tree trunks to shame, her ass doing the same to yoga balls. She wanted to cry, but she had class to get to, so she continued her trek.
Once she reached the elevator, she got in, feeling it creak under her immense weight. She could feel the elevator doorway with both of her hips as she squeezed through, and she noticed she was a mere 200 lbs away from the elevator's weight limit. "If I keep lying like this, how will I be able to get up to class?" she panicked. "I don't even understand WHY I lie so much," she contined - the tingling she felt announced that what she had just thought was, in fact, a lie. She new perfectly well why she lied so much - "it's so much easier" she'd always excuse herself with. She decided to stay quiet so she could get to class intact, which worked, until she entered her chemistry class.
"Oh, look who decided to show up. Now, Miss Smith, care to explain why you're late?" her chemistry teacher, Mrs. Jensen, stated, turning away from the board for a moment to gaze at the late and incredibly huge-legged student in the doorway.
"Well, I, woke up after my bus came because my alarm didn't go off and my parent's refused to drive me here, so I had to walk."
Her legs began to tingle.
"It would serve you well to set multiple alarms, then, Miss Smith. Now take your seat."
"Thank you, I will," Jen sheepishly said, her thighs and ass blowing slightly up because of her previous lies. She spied what must have been her seat - what looked like a reinforced, backless, square couch sat in the back of the room, easily almost 7 feet wide. It had a small desk on it that would probably go between her monstrous thighs. She made her way back, and sat down, feeling her mammoth legs and ass spread out farther than she could reach on the special bed of a seat.
"At least they're soft," she said, rubbing her hands on her thighs and ass, feeling their encompassing warmth. After class, she realized her feet were both entirely shrouded by fat, feeling her leg fat slap the ground before her feet could, but she quickly got used to this.
She managed the rest of the day without lying, and found the elevator had changed with reality to allow her to continue to use it. On the way home, however...
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Jen's legs now weigh 380 lbs each, each of her ass cheeks weighs 370 lbs. She weighs 1580 lbs in total.
Jen's legs now weigh 172,4 kg each, each of her ass cheeks weighs 167,8 kg. She weighs 716,7 kg in total.