Heather 3

Heather felt great. Okay, maybe that had something to
do with the sugar high of six choc-chip muffins and
two packs of Caramel Bombs she'd had between breakfast
and brunch, but there was another reason. She had
decided to get fat. Plain and simple, not chubby, not
plump, not big boned, but all-out fat. She giggled
every time she thought of it. Justin had confessed and
she'd gone into orbit. This was so damn cool! Now,
Justin was off visiting relatives for two months -
he'd taken her to a burger bar for a farewell meal -
and Heather knew exactly what kind of coming back
present he deserved. She was explaining all this, and
more, to Shelly, in the living room of her parent's
house. While eating. A lot.

Shelly was having a hard time taking it in.
Shelly was finding it harder and harder to ignore the
changes in Heather's body, even with her occasional
snipey comment. Her ass no longer had the classic
flaring curves - now, both round, flabby cheeks
interfered with each other, huge and out of
proportion, quivering and shifting with every heaving
step she made. But she moved with the light, bubbly
steps of a young woman - Shelly wondered if she was
the only one who noticed the deep, loud thuds
Heather's feet made when they crashed to the floor.
Shelly didn't like focusing on her friend's weight
(and despite her earlier amusement, even less on her
ample rear) but it was hard not to notice. When
Heather sat down it spread out, and she could often be
seen shifting uncomfortably, as the twin fleshy mounds
no longer fit so well. But recently, there was plenty
new to distract her. Shelly noted that when Heather
bent over, her newly aquired spare tire had bloomed
into a soft potbelly, drooping down and peeping out
from under her shirt (unless she wore, as she
frequently did, a halter. Then, the gut was in plain
view!) Her face seemed to have remained more or less
the same, apart from a slowly developing double chin
and maybe being a little chubbier in the cheeks, which
made the changes to her body all the more astounding.
And, Shelly had to admit, her early guess some new fat
might increase her bust had been accurate. Her old
pushups, always a desperate attempt to make her
breasts seem larger, now jammed her meaty pair
together, bulging dangerously from the confines of the
lacy fabric.

But she still moved with the air of
someone not used to being so, so... so damn big! She
got up and sat down awkwardly, attempted quick
movements, then seemed stunned when she was unable to
perform. AND dressed like she was thirty pounds
lighter than she was.
This last one was particularly noticeable. Heather
wore a button-down sweater (the top two undone to give
her new cleavage breathing room, she noted), her
chubby tummy pooching out and hanging over her
stretch-pants as she devoured a few packets of pork
scratchings in front of her. She obviously wasn't
paying much attention to Shelly, as she would have
noticed her obvious disgust.

Shelly couldn't help but feel a twinge for her friend.
They'd known each other a long time, and Heather had
stuck up for her whenever her own excess weight
brought her down. She wanted to do the same for her,
but... Shelly hadn't actually been trying to become a
blimp. She could sympathize, sure - she knew how good
it felt to eat and eat and know there was a thousand
times more at the local store, or the ice cream
parlor, or fast food joint... No! No more thinking
like that, she scolded herself mentally. She looked
down and the timid roll of the flesh that poked over
her capris. That's where that baby came from. Heather
was only focusing on the good; Shelly felt she should
fill her in on the bad...

"...Before it's too late!" finished Shelly, letting
her thoughts speak. Heather looked at her, a little
confused.

"Look, Heather, I know that this whole
weight gaining thing was my idea in the first place.
Sure, maybe I was a bit jealous of you always being so
skinny. And, okay, maybe I even thought it was kind of
funny when you started padding your ass..."

Almost instinctively, Heather felt her small hands
reaching around to her wide, chubby butt. It was soft,
no doubt. She poked it experimentally, and sure
enough, her flabby rear squished slightly beneath her
finger.

Shelly cut in: "But this is just crazy! You
want to become a blimp or something? Do you have any
idea what that's like?" Shelly lifted her shirt and
displayed her pudgy middle, her drooping overhang and
inadvertantly, her impressive bust, pushed up and out
by her favourite bra. Heather's eyes widened and
flashed with awe and jealosy.

It took Shelly's voice
to snap her out of it. "It's not easy being a big
girl!" Heather waited patiently for Shelly to finish
her tirade. Once she'd gotten Justin to confess his
tastes for larger women, her path seemed clear. But
the words "big girl" caught her. She'd never thought
of herself like that - just a petite little thing
who'd put on some flab. She looked down, to see what a
'big girl' looked like. She was already snacking 24/7;
proof of her binging manifested itself on her chunkier
stomach, fuller hips, and enhanced bosom. Her rump,
which had at first outpaced the rest of her body, had
slowed down and now seemed more in proportion.
(Although she sometimes had to wonder: is my butt
slowing down or is the rest of me speeding up?)

She
had no desire to change her habits anymore now that
she was assured that Justin didn't object to her new
look. She tried to imagine having a bigger stomach,
fatter thighs, larger breasts - Bigger than Shelley's!

"Look, Shelly, I've been skinny as a rail my whole
life, and I've always wanted to have a real figure.
You know, a real womanly figure like you-"

"Like me?
Heather, I'm not womanly, I'm fat! Don't you
understand? And at the rate you're going, you won't
just be fat, you'll be huge! And Justin might think
that's all great, but what about everyone else? What
about the kids at school? Remember when I first
started gaining weight? 'Oh, it's Shelly belly!' Ha
ha, hilarious."

Though Heather didn't say it, she did remember. She
remembered seeing her slim, athletic friend who always
beat her at basketball go off for the summer and come
back with a broken bone, a candy bar in her hand and
thirty extra pounds of rippling fat. She remembered
Shelly nervously unsnapping her jeans in the locker
room, and her fresh new tummy spilling out as she
tried to cram it into her gym shorts. First game of
the season, nobody watched the game. They just watched
Shelley's new gut, gorged on cookies and candy,
bouncing as fast at the ball.

Shelly had put on about ten
pounds a year since then - Heather was putting on
about 15 a month. Still, a 'big girl'? Heather looked
across the room and caught a look at herself in the
mirror. She still didn't think she was fat. She was
quite pleased with her newly plumpened boobs that
required her to go up a bra size (Hadn't that been the
whole reason that she'd started indulging in the first
place?) Her short red hair perfectly accentuated her
fuller face. Her old clothes hugged her new curves
nicely, her pants was pulled tight around the swell of
her bottom and her sweater creased around her knockers
(Heather smiled, delighted that she was finally busty
enough that she could justifiably call them
"knockers"). Sure, she had grown a little potbelly to
match, and she might not love those lovehandles, but
she didn't see dislike them. In fact, they were
starting to grow on her. (No pun intended!) Her thighs
were now brushing each other, rubbing when she walked
too fast. And as for the wobbling...

When Shelly had
first suggested gaining weight, she'd set herself a
fifteen pound limit. What a joke. It was weird how
every time she reached one of her limits, it was never
enough.

"You don't have to help, Shelly," said Heather. "But
we've been friends for so long that I thought you'd
want to know. I'm going to gain weight. By the time
Justin gets back from visiting his relatives, I'm
going to look like his dream girl!"

Shelly waved a
chubby arm dismissively and plopped herself down on
the sofa, facing away from Heather.

"Fine! Whatever,
you go ahead and do that. Just don't come crying to me
when you look like a big fat cow!"

"Fine, Shelly, I
guess I'll just have to go this alone!"

If Shelly had thought that refusing to help Heather
pack on pounds would dissuade her friend from that
course, she'd thought wrong. With all the weight that
Heather had already put on, she had never felt sexier.
She truly felt that she was finally developing a
woman's figure and she didn't want it to stop.

Whatever extra curves she grew, it never seemed to be
enough. Over the days following their argument, the
two friends didn't see much of each other. Heather
spent most of the time stuffing her face in a
desperate race to add to her ballooning paunch and
hefty thighs.

Heather constantly marvelled at the
effects her eating was having on her. She could still
remember having an athletic body - the layer of
swelling, paunchy flab and disproportionate curves
still seemed alien to her. She was used to her
magnificent butt swaying and wobbling as she walked,
but now she had to contend with her stomach blubber
rising as falling as she moved or even breathed,
sloshing with fullness.

She'd accepted she was now a
real couch potato, slumping in front of the TV with
her ever-increasingly supply of snacks the moment she
got in the door. She occasionally smiled secretly when
a diet commercial flashed between programmes, as she
shovelled another mouthful of thick honey biscuits
into her mouth and chewed ferociously. There was no
culinary indulgence she hadn't sampled, and it was
heaven. If only Shelly was there to help her along...

She sat there today, sprawled in the easy chair and
scooping triple-chocolate ice cream down her throat -
every time she swallowed, her stomach seemed to cry
out for more.

She was nearly onto her second tub when
the phone rang. Heather put down the spoon and
hurriedly heaved herself up (it was become more
difficult every week!). "Ugh!" she cried, as her heavy
pizza thighs pulled her down. She glared at the
binge-interrupting phone. "I'm coming!" she growled,
as she walked (waddled? was this a waddle?) over and
picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Well, are we gonna do this or
are we gonna do this?" came Shelly's response.

Heather
gasped. "Shelly! Oh my god! Does this mean...
You'll..."

"WE'll do this, yeah. Now what do you have
in mind, skinny?" Unseen by Heather, Shelly grinned.

"I don't know, I was just eating. Snacking all the
time, like you suggested."

"Well, Heather, if you're
really serious about this, that's not going to be
enough. You're going to have to go all the way."

Heather subconsciously rubbed her already gorged
potbelly, which had begun to hang out of her shirt –
just slightly, but it was a start. "Go all the way?
You should see me now. I've just eaten an entire tub
of ice cream and I'm nearly busting out of my shirt!"

"Glad to hear that you're not slacking, twiggy! But if
you really want to blow up, you're going to have to do
more than just snack a lot. You're going to have to
really pig out. If there's one thing that I know, it's
how to gain weight. The best thing we can do to start
you off is have a real food orgy – here, we'll make
this into a girl's night out thing, nothing more girly
than a couple of best friends getting together to eat.
Oo, it'll be like a slumber party! I'll be over to
fifteen minutes and I'll bring all the necessities."

Heather frowned, confused. "Necessities?"

"You know,
junk food. Any requests?"

"I don't know, anything,"
said Heather. "You know me, as long as it's edible."

"Jumping in head first, eh, ya scrawny little thing?"

"Don't call me that!" Even with her growing curves,
Heather still felt a little self-conscious about how
thin she used to be. "I'm almost as big as you are
now!"

"As big as me? I think you've got a ways to go before
you can make that claim. I'll pick some chips and
cookies and, oh, Heather?"

"Yeah?"

"I know how much
you love to snack now…but don't you start without me."

"Bleh!" Heather laughed as she hang up, happy to know
that she now had Shelly's support. But now that Shelly
had mentioned it, she realized that she was still
hungry. Damnit, she'd just finished a pretty major
snack and already she wanted more? Good thing that
Shelly would be over soon with even more treats.

First
things first, she thought. A sleepover wouldn't be a
sleepover if she didn't change into her pajamas.
Heather bounded up the stairs as fast as she
could…which, considering how much she had just eaten
wasn't very fast. She didn't want to jostle her
already bulging gut more than was absolutely
necessary!

She waddled into her room and pulled out
her usual nighties – a button-down pajama top. She
usually didn't bother with bottoms, just sleeping in
her panties so that would do for now. As she changed
out of her school clothes, Heather noticed that her
jeans had left a mark on her waistline where they cut
into the porky flesh. Her shirt fit snugly around her
plump boobs and the upper portion of her rounded
belly, so she had to slowly roll it up to get it off.
As she finally pulled it over her head, she couldn't
help but notice that the sudden movement caused her
body to jiggle and sway.

Stripped to bra and panties,
she had a thought and giggled. She went into the
bathroom and stepped on the scales. A chill went
through her as the dial spun past 160. She hadn't even
officially started, and she was heavier!

"Okay, 165,
170... 171! That is almost as big as Shelly!"

She put
both hands on the underside of her overhanging paunch
and weighed it. There was no denying she felt a bit
heftier. She counted in her head... Wow, I'm only 30
pounds away from 200! she thought excitedly. Wait,
ONLY 30 pounds? A few months ago, half that would've
frightened her to death! But this a new sensation...
She'd never been closer to 200 than to 100 pounds
before. How large was Shelly anyway, she wondered.
Probably about 190 lb, although she'd never really
bothered to ask. If she kept gaining at this rate,
soon she'd become even bigger than that!

She picked up
the pajama top, suddenly realizing that she hadn't
worn it in a couple weeks. In her race to gain, she
generally ended the day by eating herself into such a
stupor that she was too groggy to change into proper
pj's. She pulled her chunky arms through the sleeves
and struggled to close the buttons around her massive
front. They resisted a bit but not too much. Yet. As
she came back downstairs, she couldn't help but feel a
tad exposed in her over-tight nighties.

Normally, she didn't feel self-conscious about
parading in front of Shelly in her skivvies but
tonight… well, she hadn't really calculated how those
extra pounds would look in this outfit. Her top felt
constrictive, and her pale belly flesh could be seen
through the small, crescent-shaped gaps between the
buttons. Her heavier melons also put some strain on
the top, but her rear seemed to totally overwhelm her
underwear. She hadn't been able to yank them up high
enough to completely hide her crack and her cheeks
threatened to bust right through the thin material.

"Well, it's good to see results this early," she told
herself. She glanced at the mirror at the bottom of
the stairs, catching sight of her profile. Her paunch
stuck out further than it ever had before! As she
turned, the material creaked. She ran her hands down
her body, and accidentally popped the lowest button.

She sighed, and turned to see her stomach was visible
nearly all the way up to the deepening belly button.
She slapped it lightly with one hand.

"Naughty tummy!"
she whispered. "Trying to break out of my shirt!"

It
jiggled in response. "And Shelly should get a kick out
of this. Hmm, wonder how much longer until she gets
back? I'm starving.."

She gingerly dropped herself
down on the living room couch, moving slowly to avoid
losing any more buttons. Her stomach already felt
strangely empty even after all her earlier binging.
I've gotten too used to snacking, she thought.
If Shelly doesn't get here soon, I don't think I'll be
able to wait for her. I'll give her five more minutes.
No, make that two. Heck, she should be here now, she
wants to help me gain so she shouldn't be too upset if
I do start without her!

With that rationalization,
Heather made a beeline for the kitchen, her tubby butt
cheeks shifting and wobbling. The kitchen was still
full of lots of food. Her mother may have been a
fitness fanatic, but Heather had inherited her
father's insane metabolism – and that metabolism meant
that he always kept lots of junk food around.
Actually, now that she had become so much more
rounded, she had begun to suspect that she HADN'T
inherited it to the extent she'd previously believed…

She grabbed a box of oreos off the shelf and broke it
open with one hand as she opened the fridge to get
some milk with her other. Milk and cookies, nothing
better! She poured herself a glass of 50%, making a
mental note to make sure there was some whole milk
available for her next binge, and expertly dunked a
fistful of oreos. Once they were soggy enough, she
crammed the lot into her mouth at once. Heavenly!

Before she knew it, she'd eaten her way through the
entire box. Her face and hands were smeared with
cookie crumbs and filling but it was worth it! She
only started to feel guilty when she heard Shelly at
the door.

"Hi, Shelly! How's it going?" Heather smiled
weakly as she opened the door, hoping that Shelly
wouldn't notice that she'd already eaten.

Shelly
stumbled in, juggling two bags of groceries, and
dumped them on the coffee table. She was wearing a
pair of cut-offs and a T-shirt, taut over her fleshy
curves. The cut-offs exposed her massive upper legs
and seemed quite binding around the thighs. The shorts
were short enough that they looked like they might
give her an awful wedgie! Shelly might not have liked
being so big, thought Heather, but she sure knew how
to make the best of a bad situation.

Shelly leaned back
to admire all the goodies she'd brought, causing her
D-cup breasts to billow out and strain her already
snug t-shirt. Heather knew it would only be a matter
of time before she'd be that stacked!

Despite her
excitement, she grimaced a bit; she'd eaten that box
waaaay too fast and her stomach felt just a tad
unsettled. Signifying her discomfort, her
slightly-distended tummy gurgled slightly. Shelley
cocked her head and grinned, eying the bloated pot
belly, poking out from underneath her pajama shirt and
pressing against her poor, strained panties.

“You've
already eaten, haven't you? My god, you couldn't wait
fifteen minutes for a pig-out!”

Heather blushed
slightly and looked down at her new expanse of belly.
She stroked it with her bare hands, and gave it an
experimental poke. She could actually pinch her
stomach-flab.

She looked up, her eyes betraying old
thoughts of diets, exercise and cruel, skinny
classmates. She felt a twinge of shame - sure, she
wanted to experiment with some extra curves, but she
was at the stage she couldn't wait a measly fifteen
minutes without gorging herself! What would her
diet-crazy mother say?

"No turning back now, tubby," said Shelly as if
reading her thoughts. "There is no way that you're
telling me that I brought all this junk food for
nothing- there's certainly no way that I'm gonna eat
it all! So you'd better open wide and hope that gut of
yours has enough stretch left in it to hold this
stuff!"

She dumped the contents of the grocery bags on
the table. Heather gasped in surprise; there was more
there than even she had expected! Several bags of
chips, boxes of cookies, frozen pizza, and was that
beer?

"Beer? How'd you get that?" asked Heather.

"My
brother has had some bottles hidden under his bed,"
said Shelly matter-of-factly.

"Of course, he thinks
we're all too dumb to know that. I was just waiting
for a special occasion to steal them, though. But,
hey, they're got lots of empty calories, so they're
just the thing to bloat you up!"

Heather opened
her mouth to respond, and let out a small burp. Shelly
laughed.

"That's my girl! Here, you start on this and
I'll go pop this pizza in the microwave."

Heather
rummaged through the bags and found a box of milanos.

"Oh, I just love these things!" she said to herself.

When Shelly returned, she found Heather sitting on the
couch, already tucking into a second box of milanos.

"See you're already making progress!" she said,
putting down the pizza in front of her. "Hope you left
some room for this!"

Heather wavered for a minute,
stunned by the sheer size of the deep pan pepperoni.
She picked up the knife hesitantly, but then put it
down and picked up the pizza with both hands. She tore
into it with renewed hunger. She laughed.

"Jeez girl, slow down. You keep going like that and
you'll get chubby!"

Heather paused briefly enough to giggle a little at
this. As she pushed away the now-empty pizza pan, she
patted her inflated tummy. "It'll all go to the right
places..."

She stood up and turned, landing a slap on
the well-fed derriere, testing the confines of the
bedtime panties.

"Speaking of which, how's the original aim of this
scheme going?" asked Shelly, pointing at her bust.

Heather smiled and cupped her heavier breasts.  They had definitely developed, now even hanging slightly.  Her new, larger bra showed them off nicely, squeezing them together and emphasizing her deeper cleavage.

“Not bad, eh?” said Heather. “I’ve finally got big boobs after all this waiting!  If I’d known this is all it would take, I would have started eating long ago!”

She stood straight and puffed out her chest proudly, causing excess breast flesh to bulge over the tops of the overfull cups.  

Heather swallowed another mouthful of snacks, wiped her mouth and said "C'mon,
eat something! There's more than enough!"

Shelly's eyes roamed over the spread of gooey treats
she'd laid out in front of her fattening friend.

Temptation rose up within her, but... "Oh no, you're
the one getting chunky, not me! I don't need any extra
poundage!" She thrust out her stomach for effect,
inflating her cheeks. Heather laughed.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't make me feel lonely with all this
food..." She put on a baby voice, pouting and nibbling
the edges of a cookie. Shelly crumbled, and tore into
the Godiva chocolates. Heaven!

Of course, they didn’t stop after one box of chocolates. Or even two.  Over the course of the night the two girls ate enough chocolates to feed an entire army. And by the time morning came around they’d just begun to regret some of that indulgence…

Shelley awoke groggy. She found herself lying on the
couch in Heather's living room. The place was strewn
with the wreckage of the slumber party - candy
wrappers, takeaway cartons, a pizza box or two, a
noticeably empty ice cream up, chip packets with
naught but a few crumbs remaining, and even a few beer
bottles. Unsteady on her feet, she grabbed hold of
the coffee table and heaved herself up. Almost
immediately, she was caught off balanced and wobbled
slightly. Confused, she glanced down and saw the
nagging reminder of last night's mistakes - she'd
sneaked a few cookies, a hot dog, a couple slices of
pizza... The more she thought about it, the bigger the
list got. But it was so hard to concentrate on all the
delightful goodies she was cramming into her mouth
(and, she now realized, her belly) when marveling at
Heather's own eating. It was like she treated it as a
sport. Step 1: take bite of food, preferably two times
larger than the mouth is meant to hold. Step 2: Chew
fast, methodically, and gulp it down before her
stomach can raise any complaints. Step 3: Pick up a
new delicacy and pack it in before you've finished
swallowing the last. And repeat! Apart from a few
seconds in between 'courses' (i.e. when Shelly had to
go and load up on more from the kitchen) she never
seemed to stop! And if she felt full once in the whole
evening, Shelly missed it... But now, Heather was not
around to distract her, and the main attraction was
her own, lonesome gut.

She'd always had a womanly figure - despite herself,
she flaunted her hips and breasts with the best of
them, packing her swollen mammaries and expansive
derriere into hipsters and halters like shame didn't
exist. She'd always been aware of the pudge around her
middle - in high school, how could she avoid it? It
had always been thick - squashy even, folding into
little stomach rolls when she bent over - but never
really round, except after those huge thanksgiving
dinners grandma makes... Now, it curved out
gracefully, joining her wide hips and putting a little
more pressure on her love handles.

She took a few
experimental steps, and was surprised by how hefty she
felt. She watched her bloated tummy bounce and jiggle
as she moved.

"Probably 'cause I'm only in underwear,"
she thought. "Not used to it all hanging out like
this."

From the stairs, she heard soft footsteps.
Shelly panicked - she was standing in bra and panties,
and her clothes were scattered across the room (she'd
felt so confined in her denim cutoffs and tiny
tee-shirt she'd pretty much torn them off) She didn't
want to be caught by Heather with nothing to hide her
chunky ass but some skimpy undies! Maybe Heather
wanted to get chubby, but not her! She lunged
desperately, grabbing the cut-off shorts off the
floor, and then spun around to go after her tee shirt.
She hopped across the room, trying to pull the
cut-offs over her meaty thighs.

"Where's that shirt?
Shirt, shirt, shirt – there!" She grabbed at the
shirt, but slipped on some of debris from the night
before, waved her arms helplessly, and fell flat on
her face.

"Owwwww!" she yelped, the impact sending
ripples through her flabby belly. It would have hurt
in any case but it didn't help at all that she was
still so stuffed from last night's binge.

As she lay,
rolling around on the floor, clutching at her swollen
stomach, the door opened and Heather poked her head
in.

"Hello, hello!" chirped Heather, poking her head
through the door. "How's- uh, what are you doing?"

"Nothing!" huffed Shelly quickly. "I was just getting
dressed."

She didn't much feel like heaving herself up
again, but she felt even less like lying on the floor,
in nothing but a tight bra and upzipped cut-offs, in
front of her friend.

Heather was even more bloated
from the night's feast. Her gorged tummy arced out in
front of her, sagging ever so slightly over her
panties. The lower buttons on her pajama top were all
undone and Shelly doubted that Heather would ever be
able to get them refastened.

"Hey, Shelly!" said
Heather gleefully. "It looks like you've put on some
weight, too!"

"Oh, ha ha. It is to laugh," said Shelly
bitterly. "You might think this is so funny, but you
forget that I'm not the one who wants to get fat. I'm
already too big; any more and I'll be a whale."

Heather looked Shelly over. Shelly was always making
sarcastic comments about her weight, most people might
suspect that she was pretty insecure about it. But the
fact that she never really tried to disguise it, that
she actually tended to wear her clothes just a tad on
the snug side, lead Heather to suspect that Shelly
didn't mind her extra curves nearly as much as she
suggested. Heather, always the twiggier of the pair,
had always been jealous of Shelly's more voluptuous
figure.

"Oh, man," said Heather. "I'm hungry. What's for
breakfast?"

"Hungry? Breakfast?" Shelly was
incredulous. "Girl, do you not remember what we just
did? You must have eaten twice as much as I did and
I'm absolutely stuffed to bursting still! Where do you
put it all?"

Heather shrugged. "You were the one who
said I needed to go all the way, so that's what I'm
doing!"

"You're going more than all the way! Wow,
Heather, look at that gut!" She reached over and
grabbed a handful of soft adipose. "How much have you
put on in one night! Look, you're even starting to
form folds. Bend over, will you?"

Heather looked at
her suspiciously. "Why? What's this about?"

"C'mon
just do it!" Heather bend over, just a bit, her tummy
still felt full and tender. Plus, bending over just
wasn't as easy as it used to be. She felt her widening
ass press against the stretched fabric of her panties
and she hoped that they would hold together despite
the pressure. Shelly broke into laughter.

"I knew it!
Feel your stomach!"

Heather put a hand to her tummy
and found that bending over had forced it to curl up
into several small rolls. As she straightened, she
could even see the red crease lines where they had
been. They weren't really obvious but they were there
now and they'd never been there before! No doubt about
it, she was definitely getting heavier!

"Now, one last
test- why don't you try to rebutton that pajama top?"

"No sweat," said Heather instinctively before
remembering how tightly it had fit the night before-
even before her second binge of the evening!

She
grabbed the first button and pulled it across toward
its hole. She grunted as Shelly stifled a giggle.

"It's stuck," said Heather, annoyed. With a little
effort, though, she pushed it through, although the
material puckered angrily around it. The second button
wouldn't even come within a half inch of closing
unless she sucked in her stomach. As long as she held
her belly in, the rest of the buttons still closed.

"There!"

"Yeah, that's pretty good," said Shelly, "But
you shouldn't try to fool a fellow fat girl. I know
all the tricks, so why don't you try doing that
without sucking your gut in?"

Heather grinned sheepishly and, slowly, slowly, let
her breath out. Her stomach began to inflate,
returning to its full, natural size. The creases in
the fabric around the buttons slowly began to wrinkle
even more, and the gaps between buttons began to
widen. Shelly's eyes widened as Heather's tummy
reached its maximum size from the night before- and
surpassed it. It continued to stretch out, wider and
wider, until – pop! The middle button, unable to
withstand the force of her belly flab, burst loose and
flew across the room. A second late and a second
button joined it. Pop! Finally, her stomach reached
its full size and hung, sagging over the waistband of
her panties, the other buttons all straining but still
holding.

Shelly struggled to hold back laughter. "Oh,
only popped two buttons? Don't feel bad, Heather, soon
you'll be able to bust them all, if we keep up at this
pace!" Heather only smiled in response.

"Hey, Shelly!" said Heather, poking her friend in her
massive, exposed stomach. "Wake up, it's time for
breakfast! And I think we could both use a little
sustenance!" Heather smiled as her Shelly opened her
eyes and peered up at her. Lying down, she had a new
double chin, and her belly rose to touch her chest,
which bulged dangerously out of a bra which Heather
knew to be in the E range. Her body filled up the
couch, leaving no spare inch, and Heather was in awe
of Shelly's expansion. She reminded her of the
'before' photos in diet commercials. Shelly struggled
to get to her feet; she was more accustomed to extra
weight than Heather was, but gaining so much so
quickly was even beginning to slow her down. As she
awkwardly arose, her giant love handles vibrated
dangerously.

Catching sight of them both in a mirror,
Heather was stunned. In their underwear, they looked
like two sumo wrestlers gearing up for a match! In
fact... Well, as she looked at Shelly, still unaware
she was probably as big as her (if not bigger!) she
wondered if it was time to stop. She'd never
considered getting THAT big, and she wondered what
would be the best way to tell her friend she was
putting on more than 'a few pounds'... Oh, who was she
kidding? Shelly looked huge! It wouldn't be long
before she wouldn't be able to fit out the door, she
thought. Heather didn't have a problem with either of
them being big, but if Shelly put on much more, she
would have trouble finding clothes...

Shelly rubbed her eyes. "Bleh," she said simply,
"What's for breakfast?"

Heather shrugged. Of course, they were both ravenous.

"Does it really matter? C'mon, let's get dressed and
get some grub!" Shelly watched Heather wobble back to
her room. She shook her head. Heather was definitely
blimping out quite nicely. And she had to admit that
there wasn't much reason for her to watch Heather so
much. There was no indication that Heather was at all
skipping meals. If anything, she was eating even more
meals than even Shelly had prescribed. Guess I just
like feeling like the thin one for once, she thought.

Unbelievable as it was, Shelly had begun to suspect
that Heather's weight had surpassed her own. She was
dying to confirm this, but was afraid to suggest a
weigh-in just yet. What if Heather got scared by the
high number and swore off the "diet?" It'd be back to
the old days of scrawny little Heather and her big fat
friend. Bleh. Plus, she didn't want Heather to be any
less confident, as it would soon be time for school
again...

She wondered what the other kids would think
of her fattening. Plus, on the brief occasions her
mother had been around (she frequently left Heather
alone as she went out on business trips), she'd been
shooting them more and more disapproving looks. It was
shewho'd refused to buy any more pants for Heather's
inflating butt, but she hadn't commented much since...

In fact, she hadn't been around for about three weeks,
and Heather must be about twenty pounds heavier than
when she left! The last time her mother had come back,
the girls were clearing up after 'dinner' (Shelly
grinned at the memory of the record-breaking ice cream
consumption...). Heather had been wearing stretchy
pants that were pushed to the limit, and had bumped
into her mother as she came in the door. Her mother
looked down at the strip of pudgy flesh, rounding out
over the waistband over her slacks, and frowned.

"Good
thing you'll be taking up sports when school starts."
she said curtly, and slapped her daughter's heavy
midriff hard. Heather had looked deeply hurt. Shelly
had resolved to comfort her by sharing her own supply
of snacks...

Shelly shook her head again as she picked a tank top
and jeans out of her duffel bag. To think she was so
against this idea only two months ago. Now she
sometimes felt like she was as enthusiastic as Heather
herself. And I'm not even the one gaining! She
thought. Much, she added, looking down at her
expansive paunch. Shelly would always admit her diet
was less than healthy. Three main meals, desserts,
plus snacks. Nothing like Heather, but still... But
for the past week, she'd repeated the routine with
Heather, each time promising herself she'd quit
sneaking down the occasionally goody. And each time,
she broke the promise. Now, it was starting to show.
Her weight had always been fairly distributed (unlike
Heather, whose rapid gain had sent her newfound
chubbiness speeding to her butt and stomach), but now,
her recently unconscious binging had increased those
assets. She was reminded of just how much her snacking
had enlarged those assets when she tried to cram her
butt into her jeans.

"Uhhh, c'mon, these fit last
week," she snarled. The jeans were reluctant to go
over her meaty thighs and hefty legs. She lay down on
the floor and slowly tried to wriggle her way into the
constrictive garment. The sound of grunts and moans
coming from Heather's room indicated that Heather was
having similar problems with her clothes.

Shelly
squirmed until she was able to raise the pants over
her voluptuous bum, but she didn't even bother trying to fasten
them. The button and hole were spread far apart by her
rounded belly, which rose and fell dramatically with
her breathing. Moving slowly due to the tightness of
her pants, she waddled into Heather's room to see how
she was doing. Heather was also trying to do up the
zip on a pair of overly snug shorts. Unlike Shelly,
though, Heather still hadn't learned when to give up
on a hopeless cause.

She pulled desperately on the two
flaps, trying to hook the snap.

"Give it up, fat
girl," said Shelly, "The days when you could close
those pants are long gone. You're officially one of us
now."

"But I've always fit into these shorts!" said
Heather.

She still didn't realize that all her extra
weight meant she couldn't dress like a small girl
anymore, thought Shelly, amused. "Fine, Heather, you
tell me when you get that snap closed and we'll head
off for breakfast, okay?"

Shelly left as Heather threw
herself on the bed and continued fighting with her
too-small shorts. Ten minutes later she emerged,
panting and red-faced, but, amazingly, her pants were
fastened. Unfortunately, it was obvious from Heather's
awkward walk and scowling expression that the
waistband was cutting into her tubby tummy. Heather
had selected a longer shirt for once, which hung over
her inflating waist and prevented Shelly from
accurately guessing just how tight those pants were.

"How're you doing?" asked Shelly, "Can you even
breathe in those?"

"No," gasped Heather, "They're
cutting off my circulation."

"That's enough," laughed
Shelly, "Just pop those suckers open, why don't you?
C'mon, look, I did it!" She raised her own shirt,
revealing her fleshy gut, her unzippered fly and
exposed panties. "With that long shirt, no one will
notice."

Heather was reluctant. Even though the shirt
was long, it was still tight, clinging snugly to her
blossoming melons and spherical stomach and revealing
the slight depression of her deepening belly button.
She was afraid that it was so tight that people might
actually be able to detect the outline of her unzipped
shorts through the stretched material. Just to be
safe, she was going to leave that snap fastened no
matter how uncomfortable it might be.

"Whatever, if
you want to be uncomfortable that's fine with me,"
said Shelly. "I wouldn't recommend leaving those tight
ass shorts fastened but it's your funeral."

"I don't
think I'm going to suffocate, Shelly! Stop worrying so
much!"

Heather assumed –rightly - that Shelly was
afraid that the too-small waistband would injure
Heather by digging too deeply into her soft pudgy
middle. But what Heather didn't realize was the Shelly
was also worried that the snap would not survive the
massive breakfast she had planned. Shelly'd made the same
mistake when she'd first started gaining weight all
those years ago.

Forgetting how much her belly could
swell during a heavy meal, she'd worn a pair
skin-tight shorts to school one day to show off her
new, shapely rear. (Unlike Heather, Shelly had never
worried that her butt was too big!) It was not too
long after her broken leg had put an end to her old,
athletic life-style and her constant snacking had
softened her body, but she had already accepted that
she probably wouldn't ever be slim again. So, instead,
she had She still remembered sauntering through the
cafeteria that day, her buns shifting and swaying
under the stretched fabric, feeling the furtive
glances of the young boys in the crowd. Perhaps she
was a little nervous. It was an experiment, after all,
her first time testing out whether she could still be
sexy as a larger girl. Maybe that was why she grabbed
more food in the lunch line than usual: an extra box
of fries, two candy bars, some pizza. It didn't seem
like much at the time, not even as she was scarfing it
down. She'd mowed her way through every item on her
tray without a second thought- it didn't help that
Heather had been there, yammering on about something –
probably about how much she wished she had big boobs,
again – and distracting her. Suddenly, she heard a
soft "ping" and her clothes didn't feel nearly as
constrictive. Her gorged gut had been slowly but
steadily inflating throughout her meal, pressing
harder and harder against the waistband of her slacks
until the button succumbed to the pressure. She
remembered turning beet red with embarrassment, hoping
that no one would notice. Of course, Heather hadn't
made a big deal, not wanting to embarrass her friend
any further, but Shelly couldn't help but feel the
tiniest twinge of resentment toward the girl who could
drink liquid lard and not gain an ounce. She did feel
some satisfaction now that Heather was in the same
situation that she was, gaining weight like crazy.
While she didn't want to cause Heather any
embarrassment, she did find a certain poetic justice
in that she was probably about to bust her shorts just
like Shelly had all those years ago.

And so, breakfast began. Like all their meals, one
kind of blended into the other through constant
snacking. It was hard to know when lunch ended and
dinner began. But when they did decide to officially
start a meal, they made a big deal out of it. Shelly
was enjoyed mealtimes more and more since she started
bunking with Heather, and now their portions seemed to
be equal. A few weeks before, Shelly bowed out of most
of their eating contests before Heather even got
started. But she'd discovered her capacity for
bloating up had increased as she'd stuffed her face
and swollen her belly every day and every night for
weeks. But Heather had been in her element from the
start, even if she was a little afraid of the huge
leap she would be taking. She seemed to have dealt
with that by ignoring her massive growth. Oh sure,
every time she popped a seam or noticed another inch
of flesh on her voluminous hips or rear, she giggled
happily and rushed to tell Shelly. But Shelly was
suspicious that she didn't quite realize how huge she
was becoming.

It took Heather about three minutes to bust her
shorts. She'd just finished her third stack of
pancakes, when she leaned back, exhaled, and ripped
the seat at the same time the button hit the ceiling.

She looked down with a surprised jerk. "Hey, what the

-"
She didn't get any further before her globular, oozing
stomach bore down unsupported, squashing the waistband
of the shorts and rumbling with a mixture of
overstuffed fullness and ravenous hunger. Shelly
peered over her own enlarging girth and smiled.

”Okay, girl, you’ve definitely made it.  You’re now officially fat.”

Heather looked at herself: her jumbo hooters, her colossal pot, and her wide thighs. “I really am fat, aren’t I?” she said. “I never would have believed it. Oh Gawd, I’m soooo big! And you, too, Shelly! We’ve turned into a pair of overstuffed butterballs.”

“Yeah,” said Shelly. “I never planned to gain this much weight. But what are you gonna do?  I’ll admit it, I’m fat. Not as fat as you, though, but fatter than I’ve ever been before.  No reason to fight it anymore.”

Heather laughed. “The way you talk, you make it sound like we’ll just keep getting fatter and fatter forever.”

"So," said Shelly, unsure how to broach the subject.

"Justin get's back in a few days. Reckon you're big
enough to give him a nice surprise?" To Shelly's
amazement, Heather looked unsure as she looked down at
herself, prodding her gigantic midriff and running her
hands down her wide, wide hips.

"I dunno... Maybe...
He'll probably barely notice... What do you think?"

”You’re joking, right? Heather, Justin might like big girls but that doesn’t mean he won’t notice anything smaller than the Goodyear blimp. You’ve gotta be at least twice your old weight now.”

Heather grabbed a hold of her jiggly belly flesh with both hands and looked at it thoughtfully.  Her gut had ballooned so big that none of her shirts could completely cover it anymore; they each left varying degrees of stomach flab visible, hanging over the waist of her increasingly snug pants.

”I couldn’t weigh that much,’ said Heather dubiously. Not that I’d mind, she thought to herself, but it just wasn’t possible.

”Oh no?” said Shelly, “Tell you what: when we’ve digested enough to actually get up and waddle home, why don’t we weigh you so we’ll know for sure how heavy you’ve gotten?”

”Sure,” said Heather smoothly.  She’d been pretty curious about that herself after all.

Back at home, Heather slowly lumbered up to the scale and heaved one
bare, pudgy foot. The numbers danced wildly. She
breathed in, and put her other foot on with a
resounding THUNK. She looked up excitedly.

"Oh my god, Shelly! I can't see the scale! I'm too
fat!" She was obviously delighted. Shelly conceded
that from her perspective, it looked like Heather was
going to have a tough time seeing over the gorged and
distended gut that still trembled with every movement
- plus, her heaving bosom. As much as Shelly hated to
admit it, it looked like Heather had outgrown her in
the chest as well. She sighed.

"Lean over then, fatso! You can make it if you bend
far enough!"

Heather nodded dutifully, and slowly descended. There
was the faint sound of fabric tightening around her
mammoth rear, and the softer sound of her stomach
forming half a dozen thick 'jelly rolls' as she moved.

Her eyes strained to see the numbers... 160... 170...
180... 190... 200! She'd broken 200! Wait, it wasn't
done... 210... 217... 221!

Shelly's mouth dropped as she leaned over and examined the scale. “221! You ARE huge! Well done, Heather, capital job!”

Heather stepped off the scale, her foot hitting the ground with a thunderous clunk.

”Your turn now, Shelly. I need something to compare to!”

”Ready!” said Shelly, bracing herself to see the huge number. She tried to maneuver past Heather to get to the scale but it was trickier than she’d expected.  Both girls had become so massive that it was difficult to move around in the cramped bathroom.  Shelly could feel her rotund paunch rub against Heather’s flabby side as they tried to squeeze past each other.

”This is ironic,” muttered Shelly. “You used to be such a beanpole and now you’re so enormous that we can barely both fit in here.”

“Less talk, more..uh..standing on the scale!” said Heather.

Shelly stepped on the scale and tried to peer over her huge, spherical gut.  She sucked in her stomach as far as she could and shoved aside her hefty jugs to get a better look but she still couldn’t see the scale!

”Great, I can’t see the number either!”

”Just do what you told me to do!” said Heather brightly.

Shelly grumbled but she did as she was told. Slowly, slowly, she bent over to see the numbers, her own butt straining against the seat of her pants, her larger stomach squishing into folds.  But it was no use. Shelly was so much fatter that she couldn’t bend over far enough to see the scale.  She couldn’t even see her toes over her rounded belly anymore!

”I can’t bend over far enough to see anything!” cried Shelly, straightening up.  There were harsh red lines across her blubberly midsection, where her soft flesh had bunched into jelly rolls.

”Don’t worry, I’ll find out the number,” said Heather helpfully.  Painfully, slowly because of her own excess poundage, she squatted down to look at the scale.

“You’re 240!” called Heather’s voice.  Shelly couldn’t see her around her own massive form.

"240?” said Shelly, amazed.  “You’re kidding!  I can’t believe I got THAT fat!  What am I gonna do? My mom'll send me to fat camp if
I get much bigger!"  But she didn’t actually sound that worried.

"Don't worry, Shelly,” laughed Heather. “I'll spring you. I'll just sit
on the guards 'til they let you go."