Megan 3

Megan lumbered to class as fast as she could.  She couldn't move as fast as she used to, now that she'd gained so much weight.  She felt huge.  Thank God, this class is finally coming to an end, she thought as she waddled across campus.  She caught a quick glimpse of herslef in a window as she moved past.  Jeez, she was huge.  Her clothes barely fit her, since she still hadn't had any time to do any shopping.  Her gray sweatpants - the only things that fit over her massive thighs -disguised most of her below-the-waist gain, but there was nothing she could do to disguise her chest.  Her boobs had swollen up like zeppelins, and they quaked and quivered with every step she took, threatening to tear apart her oversize sweat shirt.  She was wearing a tight, restrictive sports bra underneath her top, hoping against hope that it might help to reduce her ridiculous assets.  It didn't seem to be working much, but at least this top was sturdier than the one she'd borrowed from Arlene.  Megan didn't think this one would split, at least.  Below, Megan’s butt was so large that she could feel her tight panties shifting with her every step

With a mighty grunt, Megan burst through the double doors into the classroom.  Panting and gasping, she lurched her way to the front of the classroom, feeling the eyes of the room upon her with every thunderous step.

“Well, well, Megan, so glad you could join us,” sneered the professor coldly. “I was beginning to think that you weren’t going to grace us with your presence.”

“I (gasp) came as fast as I could,” panted Megan, grabbing the front of her sweatshirt and pulling it down.  It had begun to creep upward as her mega-hooters pushed outward with every heaving breath. “It’s (gasp) hard for me to get around.”

“That’s not my concern,” said the professor. “Kindly take your seat and prepare for today’s lesson.”

Megan grumbled to herself as she settled down into her chair next to the professor.  She felt the spindly chair groan and creak beneath her bulk.  Her massive butt had grown too wide to fit comfortably onto the chair, and she had to ease her way into the chair, squeezing herself between the restrictive armrests.  She felt the soft flab of her wide rump ooze over both the left and right sides of the chair.  She held her breath for a second, fearing that the chair might actually buckle under her immense size, but it held.   Her sides pressed into the armrests and she wondered if she’d be able to get out of the chair again after class.  Even know, she was wedged snugly into the chair.  If she ate anything, she’d be stuck for sure.

“It’s not my fault that I can’t get around,” she muttered to herself. “If you didn’t make me eat twice my weight in cake everyday, I wouldn’t have turned into such a giant butterball.  God, I look like a hog.”  She looked down, but her massive melons blocked her view of her rounded tummy and hefty thighs.  She was thankful for that, at least. It would have REALLY sucked if she’d gotten this huge and fat without having at least some of it go to her breasts.  “At least, this is the last day of class,” she thought. “Once this stupid final exam is over, I’ll never have to eat another cake as long as I live.”

“Okay, class,” said the professor. “I want everyone to take out your recipe books for the final.  Your assignment is..to make the cranberry upside down blitzkrieg cake on page 567.”

“Ohhhh, no,” grumbled Megan, burying her face in her hands.  Even doing that was becoming difficult since her big boobs got in her way.  Why cake?  Why was it always cake?  At least if it was soup or salad or ANYTHING ELSE BESIDES CAKE, she might go home stuffed but she wouldn’t have to worry about all those additional calories going straight to her already over-inflated hooters, blimping them so big she’d need even huger bras, heading for her flabby thighs, adding inches that made it harder and harder to fit through doors or squeeze into chairs.  Speaking of which, this chair was feeling rather uncomfortable.  She tried to wriggle around a bit, but her wide hips were squished tightly against the handrails and didn’t want to budge.  Just great, she mumbled.  

Megan couldn’t help dozing through most of the class, even though she was totally uncomfortable with her wide, flabby thighs crammed into that narrow seat.  She tried shifting her ample weight several times, but her big butt was so tightly squeezing between the chair railings that she couldn’t move at all.  She even tried standing up but, to her horror, the chair rose with her.

“Oh, Gawd,” she moaned to herself.  “This is soooo embarrassing.  What am I going to do when class is over?  I’m so Goddamn fat that I’m getting stuck in these tiny little university chairs.  I’ll have to wait until everyone else leaves before I try to get up, I don’t want them to see how big I’ve really gotten.  Oh, man, what if I have to get the janitor to pry me out?  This is just getting worse and worse.”

Megan was still worrying about what she was going to do after class when the first students started bringing up their cakes for tasting.  Megan would have been happy if she’d never seen another cake in her entire life, but she did her duty.  She stuffed the first cake into her mouth and chewed it vigorously.  Maybe, just maybe, if she ate fast she could get it all down before she started to feel full.

It didn’t work.  No matter how fast she ate, it seemed like there were still more students with more cakes waiting to be graded.  Megan’s chubby tummy swelled more and more, stretching out farther in front of her as she ate.  She almost thought she could see stretch marks appearing on her distended gut, but that had to be her imagination, right?  By the time the last cake was before her, Megan felt ready to puke.

"Ooooohhh," groaned Megan, "I can't...do...it.  I can't eat...another bite."

The chair groaned loudly.  The flimsy metal legs were slowly beginning to bend as Megan’s immense weight bore down on them.  She was so full that Megan had begun to resemble an overstuffed turkey, her crammed gut bulging before her, her chubby arms spread at her sides, her pudgy cheeks puffed out with food.

"Come on! You can do it! You're almost done!" cried the kid, lifting the last slice of cake to Megan’s mouth.

"No....oh, shit, no...I can't...my stomach hurts...way too much...Oh, God.."  Megan’s stomach was drum-tight, so stuffed with cake that she was like a bag of wet cement.  There wasn’t a single inch of give in her abdomen.  

…creeeeak..creeeaak…the chair grumbled ominously.  Megan’s chubby love handles pressed tightly against the bars.
"No,no, no," Megan shook her head weakly and waved her pudgy hands as the student lifted the last slice of cake to her mouth.  “Oh, I’m gonna POP.”

Her protests faded as she felt the cake touch her lips.  There’s just no escaping it, thought Megan.  Everyone was watching her closely.  Were they curious – maybe even eager – to see if she actually would explode? Megan suddenly had a vivid image of herself, with her huge, over-stuffed belly and massive tits already much too big for her frame, so big and bloated that she literally felt like a walking – er, waddling – waterbed sometimes.  In her mind, she saw herself accepting that last slice, slowly chewing it and forcing it down her throat..only to hear an ominous rumble from her ample gut and then shortly thereafter watch herself detonate with an earth-shattering KABOOM, showering the class with chewed up cake mush.  Gawd, that doesn’t happen, thought Megan desperately.  Does it? She couldn’t actually burst like a balloon, could she?  She’d never seriously thought about it before but now she felt so completely gorged beyond belief that the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched at all.

Megan laboriously chewed the cake.  It was slow going; she was stuffed more than she thought possible, but she finally, finally!, forced it down with a loud, painful GULP.

Her big bloated tummy began to rumble.  Megan grimaced, clutching her vast midsection in her pudgy hands, and tried to double over.  It was hard to do, considering how full she was.   

Oh, God, she thought, Here it comes! I really AM going to burst!  

She felt something happening and she opened her mouth to yelp, to warn the class away, something, but nothing came out but a loud, long belch.  That made her feel slightly better.  At least, it calmed her fears about exploding but she still felt too drunk and bloated to move.  

She was vaguely aware that the class had gathered around her expectantly.  She couldn’t think straight.  What did they want?

“Well?” asked an expectant voice. “How’d we do?”

“Eh?” said Megan groggily.  “Uh…full points for everyone!”

At that very moment, Megan heard a loud, splintering crack and the chair collapsed to pieces beneath her bulk, dropping Megan on her tubby behind.  Megan lay jiggling and gasping for several seconds, but the class hardly noticed, too excited to hear that they’d all passed with flying colors.  The class erupted into cheers and, in their jubiliation, the kids scooped up their titanic TA and carried her out on heir shoulders.

EPILOGUE
Megan never ate a cake again in her life and, by the time she graduated from college, she’d almost managed to slim back down to her pre-cake weight, although she still retained her nice, hefty melons.  Half the kids in her cooking class got hernias.