Olivia tapped her foot impatiently.
“I thought we said we were going at noon. And that we were going to walk,” she complained, watching as Brooke bent over, searching through a drawer for her misplaced car keys. Had the other girl's backside always been so big? Of course, Brooke had always been on the heavier side, but unless Olivia was very much mistaken her friend was decidedly plumper today than she had been a couple of months ago when they'd last met. Her rump in particular looked huge, her poor leggings stretched almost to splitting over buttocks that quivered with the slightest provocation; they were strained so far that the outline of her rather voluminous underwear beneath was quite visible through the suddenly-translucent fabric.
“We diiid, we did, but I got caught up in something...” Brooke fretted, finally locating her car key and straightening up, “I had a bit of a lie-in, then I had to make myself breakfast...”
Olivia raised an eyebrow.
“You made yourself breakfast? Mikayla finally stopped feeling guilty for wrecking the car, then?”
“Well... kinda,” Brooke said with a slight frown, “She's still being pretty good about a lot of things, especially cooking, but she's not being as nice as she was near the start. She's back to not doing any housework, for one.”
Olivia looked around. Mikayla wasn't the only one not doing housework from the looks of things. It wasn't filthy by any means, but it wasn't nearly as tidy as it had been last time she'd visited. The floor clearly hadn't been hoovered in a few weeks, and there was a general clutter of items lying around by the stairs and on the surfaces in the hall. Perhaps all that time having Mikayla pick up the slack had let Brooke get lazy.
That was definitely backed-up by Brooke's appearance. An old top clung to her friend's figure considerably more tightly than it once had, emphasising what could only be described as a burgeoning pot-belly beneath her modest breasts. Brooke had been on the heavy side forever, but Olivia hadn't seen her with a proper belly since... well, since before puberty set her figure into a determinate pear-shape. It bulged forwards, her tight top revealing exactly where the waistband of her leggings kept it pinched slightly in. How much had she put on?
“That's a shame. Guess it couldn't last forever though,” Olivia said, “Now remind me why we needed your car keys? The cafe's like two blocks away.”
“Yeeeah, but it's uphill. Look, weekends are for relaxing; when I want to exercise I go to the gym.”
Olivia looked at her with surprise.
“You go to the gym?”
“Well, no, but I- ah, you know what I mean,” Brooke said, going slightly pink, “Come on, let's just get in the car; I'm starving.”
“One latte, please, and the eggs on toast,” Olivia said. The cafe was a new place, cute if a little pricey. “What d'you want, Brooke? I'm paying.”
“Oh, thanks! I'll have the bacon and sausage pancakes then, with a large mint ice cream milkshake.” She smiled a little sheepishly at Olivia. “Mikayla introduced me to ice cream milkshakes and I just can't quit them. They're way too good...”
Her hand wandered absently to her midsection as she spoke, massaging the thick wedge of fat over her stomach as thoughts of creamy milkshake and greasy pancakes drifted through her flabby mind. Brooke had always been less motivated than she'd admit; apparently, all it took was a little push for her to slide into full-on laziness. A few weeks off from chores, and she couldn't bring herself to start again. A few weeks off easy eating, and cooking healthy meals sounded like too much work. A few weeks off looking after her figure, and suddenly she was porking up into a startlingly plump young woman.
Olivia looked at Brooke, frowning very slightly as the waitress left to fetch their order. This was... weird. Her friend had changed a lot in a short time... and Olivia was beginning to think she knew why.
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