This choice: Meanwhile, at Mia's place • Go Back...Chapter #8Meanwhile, at Mia's place by: Cato   At Mia's home, things were going a bit differently. Mia struggled to pull her sweatpants over her increasingly plump posterior. "Hmph... this could be getting out of hand," she muttered, as she puffed and sucked in until it slid past her bountiful booty. Mia looked at herself in the mirror. This week of almost constant gorging had actually significantly impacted her waistline, leading to her previously mention backside straining her already curve-hugging pants, and her slightly noticeable paunch becoming a fairly noticeable paunch that pressed against the front of her shirt.
She looked sadly at the parts of her that hadn't been affected by this recent gain- her boobs, which had maintained their C-cup size, not even threatening her bra. She was glad that her face didn't reflect her new poundage, however. Her angular face, single chin, and dimples all maintained their form, not looking even slightly different. In fact, had someone given you a head shot of Mia pre- and post- gain, you might've even thought that she had lost a few pounds.
It certainly didn't help things that Sasha had been getting her to stop at various fast food restaurants on their way home, regardless of if Alex was with them or not. And a further blow to her caloric consumption came from Sasha coming over to her house after the mall the past few days and pushing her well past her junk food eating limits 3 days in a row. "Any more of this, and I might pop," though Mia to herself. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Sasha was trying to fatten ME up as well, but she wouldn't do that, I'm her best friend."
Meanwhile, across town...
Sasha watched TV as she contentedly laid on her couch and thought about the last week. She had used stuffing Alex as an excuse to feed anything in sight to the peak of fullness, including Mia. Mia had actually gained a surprising amount of weight in the last week, and just the thought of her tight sweat pants trying to hold back the sea of ass flesh brought a moan to Sasha's lips.
Sasha tried to think of more ways to get Mia and Alex to gain weight, but couldn't really think of anything. After such brilliant ideas as fast food stops on the way home and essentially force-feeding Mia junk food until she could barely breathe, Sasha didn't really know what else to do. She shrugged and went back to her show. She'd think of something eventually, and until then, no waistline was safe...
5 hours later...
It was 4 pm, and just as usual, Mia strolled into the Starbucks. "Did you get my Frap?" she asked in her traditional phrase of greeting.
"Of course I did. But there was a deal today, so I got a buy-one-get-one-free Venti, so two for you," replied Sasha slyly, even though she knew there was no such deal in place.
"Oh. Well, why didn't you have one?"
"Mia, you know that I don't like fraps. I just like my Grande chai tea, I don't need anything fancy."
"Fair enough," replied Mia, as she took a gulp from her first frap. "Well, you ready to go find Alex, then?"
"No need for that. I told him to meet us here in 20. Take your time, girl."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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