Chapter originally by author Feorth
"I'm sorry, we can't keep seeing each other like this! You're no good for me, even if you do feel so good! Ohhhh, this is so hard, I just--I just wish I knew how to quit you...." You whisper quietly to the loaded cafeteria tray in front of you. This was your attempt to bring a close to the love affair you'd had with food all your life, an affair that was threatening to kill a slim figure you'd somehow been able to maintain. You and food could still be friends, you reasoned, just not friends with benefits. No more late-night booty calls in the form of midnight snacks, no more spending entire days together. It had to end.
So, staring at the plate of pizza, burgers, french fries, and cake before you, you made a resolution. And your will broke instantly. "Ohhh, I can't do this! I just want to eat, but I have to stay slim...." you say, trailing off as a girl walking down the aisle catches your eye. She's a chubby girl, with at least 40 pounds on you, but you don't see anything wrong with the way she looks. Rather, you find yourself absentmindedly drooling over her curves. Her breasts, solid D cups, bobbing up and down with each step, her hips swaying with a size and femininity you'd never been able to attain, her ghetto booty bouncing and jiggling--all of it made you so... jealous. Why did you have to be thin? What made you think that way, especially when you could be as big and as sexy as this girl? No, not as big... bigger. The biggest. Why not? You wanted nothing more than to be so big, so curvy, so... sexy. After all, your breasts were small by any and all standards, which isn't exactly sexy. And even though you had an above average ass, this girl's buns put even your best attribute to shame. You wanted them, you had to have them.
And suddenly, you did. The girl had to catch her pants to stop them from falling off completely, as her flat-as-a-board ass wasn't enough to keep them up anymore. You, on the other hand, found yourself sitting at least a few inches higher and taking up much more of the cafeteria bench as your new found ass pancaked out below you. Her ass was now yours, an occurrence which neither you nor your pants were quite prepared for. The yoga pants you had been wearing, which were already tight on your previously plump rear, had torn completely down the back.
What do you do now?
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