I woke up with a start, 7:30am and still unreasonably exhausted.
“That was a weird dream to have, I haven’t been a sophomore for like 2 years, ah well whatever.” I thought.
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You nearly spit your bottle of water all over the table midway through first period. It was all so normal, just a bog-standard school day like all the others…that was until Heather Smith gave you the eyes. She was the queen bee! Ideal cheerleader body, insanely beautiful face, my god this couldn’t be real.
And that was all before you looked down at my phone and saw an Instagram message from the very girl who’d just caught me so off guard.
“Meet me at the bathroom once attendance is over, I have a surprise.”
Mr. Graveston’s morning study hall was pretty chill, so it wasn’t too hard to sneak out and meet with this girl above girls.
“Heather?” You whispered, not wanting to startle any innocent bathroom goers.
You could hear moaning from behind the door.
Your jaw dropped at what I you witnessed in that bathroom.
Heather moaned and panted as her face began to plump and round out. Thin lips that weren’t worth mentioning swelled out into a constant pillowy pout. She smiled desperately, pursing the new cocksuckers that distended at least 2 inches out from her face. Her angular cheeks puffed up and filled with a plush layer of fat as her face became rounder and rounder with the addition of two extra chins that pushed her pretty face over the line from girlish to womanly
At the same time her breasts grew large. Her boobs ballooned out, stretching and straining until her bra snapped in half. They didn’t stop, they filled with fat like a balloon at a faucet steadily becoming immense H-cups.
“Hnnnnnnghhhh I’m a big fat slut…” she moaned luxuriously.
Her stomach rumbled before exploding with chub, ripe for the grabbing. It continued to push forward eventually drooping down into spare tire territory. Her hips creaking outwards pushing the waistband of her stylish bottoms to the limit before ripping out of them spreading wide as pound after pound, inch after inch, made them bigger and bigger. Her butt swelled up, not to outdone. Her skirt shrunk down to show that her butt had grown so big it swallowed up her panties, and it kept growing and growing until each cheek was twice the size as they had once both been. She got wider still as her runway model thighs bloated and surged out, jiggling and begging to be slapped. One shove would leave her wobbling for who-knows-how-long.
She was growing out in all directions except for up. She sped past curvy, straight into thick, and then finally a certified voluptuous belle.
Her stylish, skimpy clothes stretched and ripped; getting pushed to their limits by her thick thighs and ever-rounding arms. She would never fit into a shirt with sleeves again.
Her tattered skirt lengthened and climbed up her legs, darkening it’s hue and reforming into skintight jeans that accentuated her every curve; they practically looked painted on. She began to moan again.
“Heather?” You asked as her wavy blonde straightens itself along her cheeks, framing their newfound width.
Heather spun around, revealing distended pouty lips and a plushly heavy face. Her bra vanished as you get the full picture of her now 290lb body. Thoughts of high fashion and popularity were replaced with thoughts of indulgence and food.
“Please make me thicker! Can I suck your dick with these?” She begged, gesturing to her corpulent lips.
“Yeah.” You say.
This sudden blimping up of Heather freaked out, got you wondering if that dream was true... How could she go from 105lb, Queen bitch cheerleader to nearly 300lb goddess in 5 minutes? But you didn’t care about that now, whose gonna pass up a BJ from Heather frickin’ Smith? She could be a plus size model for Christ sake!
You moan and sigh as you knead Heathers fat, her thick velvety lips pumping up and down as you both moaned in delight.
“Oh shit!” You moaned as you tried not to alert anyone.
“Heather you fat slut!”
You sighed deeply as you came, Heather swallowing every drop of your jizz hungrily. But before you could relax another girl walked into the bathroom.
“Heather what the hell are you doing?!” Another girl yelled in horror.
“Shit!” You spat.
It was one of Heather’s friends, and she clearly realized something was wrong with the blonde.
“You stay right there you bastard!” The other girl yells at you, “I’m getting... getting the... ohhhhhhh.....”
She gasped and desperately grasped at her midsection, barely realizing that it was already beginning to grumble,