Jen was worried. All week, her clothes had been getting tighter and tighter. No matter what she did, each day she struggled more to fit into her pants. She'd practically stopped eating altogether. She had to keep her figure up for cheer squad, after all, she thought. Even with her extreme fasting, her lower half had continued to grow.
Her concerns reached a peak on Friday, when she finally tore her pants. She had struggled for almost 15 minutes that morning to squeeze into her jeans, her ass feeling softer than it ever had. After much squirming and jumping, she finally squeezed it in. It was uncomfortably tight, and she was not pleased about this. It kept up on the bus to school, but her luck would turn when she sat down for her first class.
A loud tearing noise ripped through the classroom as she sat down in her seat. Jen's face immediately turned bright red, and she ran from the classroom. Kyle sat behind her, practically dying with laughter, as a few of their other classmates joined in. How embarrassing! She swore these fit yesterday, though it was hard to deny now that her ass and legs were growing. As she ran down the hallway to the bathroom, she felt it tear further, her ass falling out behind her. She had to slow her run as it began to jiggle, an alien feeling to the fit and athletic high school senior.
As she reached the bathroom, she had to figure out what to do. She couldn't go around in these jeans anymore, not with a hole so big her ass literally spilled out. What was she gonna do? How was she going to participate in cheer with these hams hanging behind her, not to mention she could swear she was a little taller, and her shoes were tighter, too....