The next day was pretty uneventful for Chastity.
Until about three o'clock, that is.
Although she had the small, waifish frame of her three girlfriends, Chastity compulsively worried about her weight and had made herself vomit two times in the past month for eating too much. She knew in her heart of hearts that the guys just didn't go for the chunky girls, and she couldn't imagine the embarassment of having to buy "plus-size" clothing.
A route, I might add, that she was SURE she'd be taking if she didn't stop the food intake.
So, after a tiring day of getting up at nine and watching Saturday morning cartoons, Chastity (Or Cassie, as her friends and family called her) decided to splurge a bit by getting some ice cream from the fridge. No harm done, she figured, since she had only eaten two apples and a slice of bread the day before.
Sitting on the couch with a pint of Chunky Monkey (her absolute favorite), she felt vaugely uncomfortable. Her pajamas, which were a bit too tight to begin with, seemed even more form-fitting.
Writing it off as a semi-neurotic teen weight episode, she thoughtlessly went to the fridge and grabbed a can of soda, followed by a bag of chips from the pantry.
Upon her second trip to the couch, she noticed that something was definitely wrong. Her PJ's, especially in the chest, were exceedingly tight. She could even see a bit of loose flesh through the spots in between the buttons.
Scrambling upstairs to the comfort of her bathroom scales, she noticed something unsettling -- she had gained ten pounds since last night's ritual weigh-in.
The biggest shock, however, came upon looking in the mirror. Her cheeks were definitely chubbier, and the rest of her was definitely catching up. She untied her long brown hair, which was in ponytail, to try and hide her face, at least.
Unfortunately, her hair wouldn't fix the rest of her body. Her hips were considerably wider, her ass definite "ghetto booty" material, and her boobs, which before were smallish even for her age of 16, were now at least a C.
"What is happening?" She wondered, horrified, while heading to her room to find some loose-fitting clothes for damage control.
She peeled out of her PJ's and looked in horror at her once-waifish body. She was now voloptuous, or "thick," as she thought of those girls that were borderline fat. Her breasts, now at least D-Cups, stood proudly from her chest. Her tummy had taken the least damage, giving her a definite hourglass figure when contrasted with her wide hips and bubble butt.
She put on her loosest clothing, which now fit her like a glove, and surveyed the damage again.
She called the first friend she could think of, hoping they'd have an answer.