Virginia barreled into the girls bathroom she and her friends basically monopolize. It was the first place she could think of to hide from everyone’s eyes. She hurriedly toddled into the handicapped stall, and locked herself inside. Once she knew she was as safe as she could be, she slunk down to her dough swaddled knees and started sobbing. It was then she realized another weight was hanging on her face, a pair of corrective glasses.
“Gawd, I really did turn into a fat, fucking nerd,” she wailed as she took the glasses off to wipe at her eyes, “Why me? What’d I ever do to deserve this?” She took a moment to look at her frames. “At least these glasses are shaped kinda sexy… sexy like Bayonetta’s. Wait… who’s Bayonetta?” She picked herself up off the ground, using the wall to help support her elephantine weight. She was still sniffing and tears still rolled down her bloated cheeks, but now she was more concerned with why she knew something she never did before instead of her once slim and trim body blowing up into this obese parody of herself.
“Come to think of it… where’d my fur coat go?” She pondered aloud, “Not that I like fur, I kinda prefer cute nerdy t-shirts… Hold on, what am I saying?! I love fur coats! Or… no… why do I feel so… indifferent towards them so suddenly? I used to hate nerdy t-shirts… why do I suddenly have… memories of my closet being packed to overflowing with anime shirts?”
Virginia fumbled around in her tight pants pockets for her phone, and brought it right to her face to get a good look through it. Before she could get to her photos, her vision was taken over by a home screen that was overflowing with messenger notifications from literally hundreds of classmates asking for a little “action”. Her heart pounded in her throat and a throbbing ache developed in her loins. She found herself heartbreakingly longing to satisfy everyone’s desires. She felt so overwhelmingly horny.
“So… many… booty calls,” she drooled, “So much… potential for… c… cum! Sweet and salty cum! Cum in my stomach, cum in my ass! Cum all over my fatty fat tits! Gawd I’m so horny for that hot, sticky-licky special sauce!
“Wait, no!” Virginia snapped at herself, “That’s wrong! That’s so so wrong! I’m Virginia Washington! I’m the top bitch, Queen of the class, the Alpha popular girl! It’s no wonder everyone wants me! I should just snub these losers and put them in their place… Or… I guess I can still rule the world as School’s Choicest Cum Dumpster. Everyone wants my fat ass, right? They should work for it! Yeah! B-but then that would mean I get less sex per capita. No, what am I saying! I’m no slut! I’m… I’m a…” Her head tore down the middle, contradictory viewpoints chewing at each other for control. Her clothes were drenched in terrified sweat and pussy juices.
“Gotta focus,” she wheezed, “Gotta check my selfies! Please let this just be a nightmare!” She opened her photo album with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She dreaded to look because despite her hopes, despite her silent prayers, she knew on a deep level that her selfies wouldn’t reflect the girl she used to be. With one eye squinted open, she stole a microseconds long glance at the screen. Her heart was a lead weight in her supersized stomach. She opened her eyes and confronted her new reality. Every picture of her was of the fat, sweaty, gigantic breasted nerd she’d suddenly transformed into. Gone were her formerly beloved fur coats, replaced with cartoon t-shirts stretched concerningly tightly over her buffet sized rack. Of course, the more she looked at herself, the more she realized how well she pulled the look off. She surreptitiously rubbed her thighs against each other as she realized that for a morbidly obese, geeky cow… she was still drop dead gorgeous.
“Maybe I’m blowing this out of proportion,” she consoled herself, “I think I could get used to being a nerdy slut cow since it doesn’t seem like my popularity is in jeopardy. I think… I think I deserve a snack.” It’s with a confident swagger she left the stall and admired herself in the bathroom mirror. She snorted at her t-shirt. “STOP staring at my TITS” it read. How could anyone? They were kinda hard to look away from they were so huge! A pair of pert, spongy Z-cups that hung to her waist. She could see some of her burgeoning belly poking over the waistline of the pants her monstrously thick thighs were crammed into. Every part of her wobbled and jiggled like gelatin with every small movement, and in a way that was eye-catching and erotic. She wanted to eat out her reflection’s pussy right now!
“Oh yeah. I can get used to this!”