The girls were sitting side-by-side, backs pressed against lockers. Their bellies, both filled with a frantic cheerleader, weighed as much as they themselves did.
As it was, Jamie and Carmen found themselves experiencing some difficulty. With their backs and butts on the ground, their centers of gravity were now located in their guts. If they were stronger, they might have been able to hoist themselves up by grabbing hold of something, like a towel rack or bench, or maybe reposition their legs beneath themselves and forcibly rise, like an inverse squat. But Jamie was a skinny, and Carmen too chunky to have muscle.
They couldn’t move. They were trapped by their bellies, trapped by their hunger.
“Oh, no!” Carmen said, starting to panic. “What are we gonna do? What do we do if someone else comes in and sees us? You by yourself was weird, but both of us being like this is super suspicious!”
Jamie continued to struggle in vain at lifting herself. “Calm down, Carmen,” she grunted before giving up her seventh attempt to rise. “We’ll get out of this, somehow.” But Jamie was worried herself. She hadn’t really given any thought to what’d she’d do once she’d eaten a cheerleader, or several. Had she thought she could just walk away like no big deal? The whole point to doing this was to get bigger, get fatter. And getting fatter meant having difficulty moving!
If they couldn’t move, they were in trouble. But Carmen did have a point about it being suspicious with the two of them… Jamie felt bad thinking it, but Carmen had suggested a rather clever solution.
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