This choice: Several more months more pass, and Ronnie's desserts get richer and richer • Go Back...Chapter #60Several more months more pass by: clutch   Coach Knight’s class now felt like a distant memory as Alice shoved an entire cupcake into her mouth. It had all but evaporated from her mind as she basked in the cozy environment of Ronnie’s apartment. Her big doughy form sank inescapably into her side of Ronnie’s loveseat, as she gabbed with her friends, and gorged on sweets. Alice and Melissa’s bloated bellies sat heavily in their laps; both comfortably stuffed to the brim with pastries and treats.
Much to Ronnie’s chagrin, both girls had let her fatten them up with virtually no resistance. They might’ve been the fattest girls in their class but in a school full of spoiled overfed heavyweights, it was so easy to just go with the flow and enjoy Buttercombe’s pastime of pigging out to your heart’s content, all while ignoring the onslaught of pounds piling up on their midsections.
Melissa still told herself she’d get back in running shape any day now, but with each passing day at the academy the sight of double chins, cumbersome bellies, and blubbery arm fat became progressively normalized. And so the thought of questioning the changes to her and her friends’ figures seemed unnecessary in the context of the fun they were all having. She could always get in shape later.
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“Ooo, I’ve really outdone myself this time.” Ronnie said as she touched up the icing on the red velvet cake she had prepared for her two friends, who should be arriving any minute. Ronnie had been improving her kitchen skills a lot as she cooked and baked endlessly for Melissa and Alice. She had even shed a few pounds slaving over her culinary creations. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stared into the hot oven to check on a tray of brownies. “Where were Alice and Melissa?” she wondered.
“Oh wow, we’re late!” It turned out the two girls were just down the hall from Ronnie’s room. They had gotten caught up in a conversation around the vending machines with Molly Harrington, Hannah Hammond, and Lauren Grant. Our two girls began to quickly waddle down the hallway. It turned out Melissa and Alice weren’t just two of the fattest freshman in the school, they were also among the most popular. Alice had always been such a shy girl, but between Ronnie and her sister Melanie, almost everyone in the school knew who she was, and it was causing her to come out of her shell a bit.
Ronnie practically jumped when she heard the door open. She bit her lip as she took in the sight of Melissa squeezing through the doorway, followed by Alice’s pudgy fat girl bod. There was no question both girls were looking bigger than ever. It was an image Ronnie was certainly going to be saving for later.
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“Here try this.” Hillary Heart threw an incredibly large pair of jeans at Alice’s belly, before emerging from her walk-in closet. As Alice held them up for inspection it was clear to both girls that there was a massive rip down the seat of the pants. “Ohh wow, I forgot I did that.” Hillary said, instinctively rubbing her massive triple-wide backside as the memory came back to her.
“Well maybe I can stitch it back together.” Alice said, her confidence waning as she inspected how much damage was done. “No, actually these are completely shredded.” They both laughed.
“If you’re good at fixing clothes, then maybe you could let your old pants out?” Hillary said as she turned around to rummage through her closet again.
“I actually already let them out about as much as physically possible.” Alice cringed at this fact. It was true though; she had outgrown almost all of her old clothes. She turned to the mirror in Hillary’s room.
The blonde freshman’s body had transformed in her short time at Buttercombe. Her face was fuller and rounder; her shoulders and back were now padded and squishy; her arms jiggled with flab and her formerly flat chest had turned into large plump breasts; her midsection had grown so incredibly thick as her belly pushed out in front of her, hanging slightly over her crotch; her butt was now a blubbery seat cushion that seemingly grew wider by the day; her thighs were now thick curving columns of fat that chafed and rubbed together frustratingly. It didn’t totally feel real to Alice that she was the same obese fat girl she saw in the mirror.
Embarrassment and self judgement bubbled up in Alice’s brain, and Hillary could read it all over her friend’s face as Alice began to sulk. Fortunately, she knew just how to cheer her up.
“Hey how about your millionaire friend Hillary Heart buys you a brand new wardrobe as an early birthday gift?”
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“You have to get a pair for yourself, *munch* they’re the mosht comfortable pantsh I’ve ever had.” Alice said as she stuffed a candy bar in her mouth. Melissa and she were slowly waddling back from the cafeteria, both girls nursing full bellies. “Megan showed me them. You should get a pair… Mel?”
“What? Oh uhh… yeah they look great.” Melissa said softly to her friend. She wanted to pay attention to what Alice was saying but her focus kept straying back to her gluttonous anticipation of the treats they were going to consume once they got to Ronnie’s.
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