(BBW (Multple), imagery, indulgence. ~MWG) - two curvy roomates decide to really play trick or treat
Amy felt over exposed. Which was weird for her.
True, she was dressed in MUCH LESS clothing than normal, but this time of year, this was what she did! It wasn't like she'd never dressed like this, it was HALLOWEEN, the one night she allowed herself every year to dress like a slut, the skimpier the clothes, the better! This year's ensemble was a classic among college women, the good old 'slutty nurse.'
Maybe, she thought, she felt exposed because she WAS more exposed? I mean, this year more than others,by kind of a lot. Last year's slutty Police woman wasn't exactly PG, but this year she'd gone all out and carefully picked the MOST revealing version of all the choices. So here she was, walking down the street dressed in what equaled up to a little more than an extremely short skirt and a bra with the red cross on the left breast. More likely though, she thought, it was because of the looks she was getting.
As she walked to the two blocks to the party, she couldn't help but shiver a little bit from the cold because, after all, what kind of self-respecting slutty nurse would ever wear a jacket, covering up the goods? It felt like every passerby was staring at her. As was to be expected, I mean, this was far from her first halloween in a slutty costume, but these weren't the sorts of stares she'd been expecting. She wouldn't have been surprised at the men, with their slack-jawed, lustful stares, or the women with their angry, jealous glares, that was how she was remembered them looking. But that wasn't the reaction she was seeing.
As she walked, and even more after she got to the party, she noticed that, while there were still a good few men who seemed to be struck speechless with arousal, there seemed an equal or greater number who looked downright disgusted! The girls' responses were just as worrying, most of them were looking at her with looks of PITY, and a few looked like they were actually holding back laughter at the sight of her!
It took about thirty minutes before she got a clue about what was going on. She was standing by the refreshments stand, eating her third pumpkin shaped cookie when two girls standing to the side of her started talking.
The first one, a short blonde girl, big boobs, Amy recognized her from Bio, started talking, in a high-pitched, excited sort of voice, "OH MY, NINA! That Costume? A-dorable! Slutty nurse, CLASSIC!"
Amy's attention was caught, another slutty nurse? Well, she rationalized, to be expected at a college halloween party, but still, she thought, gotta scope out the competition. Looking at the girl, a medium height brunette with startling blue eyes, Amy felt pretty confident. Her boobs, at least one cup size bigger, possibly two, and she was for sure, the sluttier of the nurses, and that was something.
The girl spoke, "I know, right? I'm actually surprised there's not more of us!" She held a finger up, thinking, then started again, "Actually, no, there's ONE other, I saw her a little while ago, and Jessie. Just WAIT until you see her. It is SO bad!"
Huh?
"OH MY GOD YES, I saw her a few minutes ago! Can you BELIEVE her?" Amy's attention was caught. Believe WHAT about her, exactly? What was hard to believe about her?
The other girl, Nina, laughed loudly, "Talk about sad, right? That girl SERIOUSLY needs some Weight-Watchers, STAT!"
With that, Amy froze, dropping the last bite of her cookie.
"And you know what's REALLY bad about it? I have a class with her, and she wasn't like that at the start of the semester! She was like, smoking hot!" The girl kept talking, but that was the last Amy heard. She'd heard enough, and if there was one thing she knew, it was that she desperately needed to find herself a mirror, as quickly as possible, full-body if it was possible. She hadn't had a chance to look in the mirror before leaving, but now she thought about it, getting dressed had been kind of a battle.
Of COURSE it was a battle, she reminded herself, it's Halloween, the night she disguised herself like a slut, her clothes had to be skin tight, just as a RULE!
Walking into the bathroom, looking in the full-body mirror, she instantly went from reassuring herself that it wasn't true, to comforting herself because, ell, it was true, and worse than she'd imagined. All night long, her mind told her that her stomach was flat, now her eyes were telling her otherwise. Her middle was telling the woe-full tale of her laziness and recent overindulgences.
Her skirt, she saw, was even shorter than she'd been expecting, which said a lot. She'd ordered it to be short, but looking at herself, it was almost indecently short, covering her cheeks entirely. Never mind, she bent over slightly and the bottom of her cheeks were exposed.
All around where she remembered her waist being, a thick ring of flab encircled her, hanging out over her waistband. Muffin top, she thought, big time. No fat rolls, thank God, but that's not really something she should be celebrating.
Her boobs were, luckily, contained and properly secured, but, well, maybe 'secured' is the wrong word to describe how her top fit. A little jump, she thought, and the girls would be free, proudly waving in the wind for the whole wide world to see.
She stared at herself, her emotions a mix of horror and confusion. How the hell did this HAPPEN?! Well, she thought, she'd gotten the costume a month ago, without trying it on, just assuming she was the same size as before. But then what?
Reflecting on the past month, it was obvious, she realized. For one, she could blame birthday cake, that HAD to have played it's part. Her hall, in the dorms, the RA had kind of a thing when it came to birthdays, she kept a record of the every girl's on the hall, all 14 of them, and threw a celebration for each of them, complete with cake and ice cream. WELL, as it turned out, entirely by coincidence, of the 14 girls, NINE of them, including Amy, were October babies. That meant nine cakes, and if there was one thing Amy had a weakness for, it was chocolate cake.
Her own birthday was only a week ago, she remembered. Her family and friends threw her a big party, lots of ice cream, and a HUGE cake. She'd been surprised at the size of the cake, but her mother explained, she'd had a coupon, and a birthday party, she thought, was as good an excuse as any. Every person there, Amy moreso than the rest of the family, had eaten their fill of the cake, and there was still a third of it left, a surprise present for Amy to take home to the dorms.
And then, on returning to the dorms, there was still the hall's party to survive, cake and ice cream aplenty. And despite being overfull as it was, from her family's celebrations, she ate her fair share, maybe slightly more.
That, she thought, pinching her swollen stomach, was where this, or at least part of it, came from. Or maybe it went a bit further south, looking at herself in the mirror, that's where the majority of her weight looked to be going. She definitely didn't REMEMBER her hips being this wide, and her thighs rubbing together, that was without a doubt, a new development.
How on earth did she not notice this, she had to wonder, now she had seen it, she could practically FEEL all the fat she hadn't noticed, every pound she'd piled on seemed immensely heavy. She turned sideways to get another angle. It was really weird, she thought, looking at her stomach, seeing it bulging out in front of her, soft and flabby.
She turned and took a few steps, feeling for the first time, her thighs rubbing together. She closed the door and walked back to the mirror. It was time for a few little tests.
Once more, she turned to the side and looked. She sucked in as much as possible, holding her breath in, examining the effects it had. It wasn't so much with horror as it was dejection that she noted that even sucked in completely, it still curved outwards, not inwards. That done, she leaned back, and out of a morbid curiosity, puffed it outwards, as much as possible.
That, she thought, is how she'd look before long if she kept up the same eating patterns of the past month. Pregnant, almost, enough to fool a stranger anyways.
Straightening up, her stomach returned to it's chubby state, pouring an inch or so over the waistband. Her ass, she noted sadly, looked like two volleyballs, tied together with a ribbon, though she breathed a sigh of relief noting that she had no cellulite. Yet, she reminded herself. It would come, sure as rain, if she kept getting thirds at every meal and eating large spoonfuls of Nutella whenever it seemed convenient.
A thought hit her. Could she even touch her toes anymore? She'd been a gymnast for years, in high school, but looking back at her reflection, there'd clearly been some construction since her last performance. Only one way to find out.
She bent forward, her hands reaching to her knees easily. Every inch from there on was a battle, her recently neglected abs, now hidden by a thick layer of lard, fighting against said flab, her midsection chub curling up into rolls. Amy felt hyper-aware of all this, and after thirty seconds of fighting, she quit in disgust, having only reached her ankles.
She grabbed her side and squeezed it. Her hands sinking into her spare tire was an unfamiliar and not particularly pleasant sensation for her. She shook it for a second and saw how it jiggled for a few seconds after she let go. This came from cake, she reminded herself, and like clockwork, her stomach responded with a growl.
NO, she told it, in her head, reminding it of the four, well three and a half, pumpkin cookies she'd eaten at the party, and the piece of cake she'd had for dessert at lunch, and the Snickers she'd had as a pick-me-up at around four. . . the list grew longer and longer as she thought it through.
And today, she realized, was a LIGHT day of eating, by her recent standards, no pizza, only one piece of cake, no non-diet sodas, God, she thought, this really shouldn't have been such a surprise!
A knock at the door interrupted her revery, reminding her of just where she was, at a party, dressed like a slutty nurse, or at least MOSTLY dressed like a slutty nurse, and worst of all, two blocks from the safety of her dorm.
She practically ran from the bathroom to the door, eager to get away as quick as possible. A more accurate description would be that she waddled as quickly as her skirt would allow her, stitches popping with every step.
Outside was no better. Why were there so many people wallking around at 7:00 on a Friday night, didn't everybody have better things to do? The looks she got, now she knew what they meant, were so much worse than before. And was it cold! Before, it had been a tad chilly, but now, at seven, the sun was set, and the temperature was dropping rapidly, and WHY, she thought, did she have to be a SELF- RESPECTING slutty nurse and refuse to bring a jacket?!
Just stepping outside, feeling the cold breeze on her bare legs and exposed stomach, she shivered mightily. Her nipples responded immediately to the change in temperature, turning instantly, as hard as diamonds, which she knew, from how tight her shirt/bikini top was, was visible to the naked eye. In previous years, she'd be delighted by this, just one MORE thing added onto the slutty nurse persona, but right then, she wanted nothing more than to be invisible, no one paying attention to her and her flabby figure.
But she survived. Walking into the dorm, riding the elevator to the second floor and taking twelve steps to her room, Amy felt relief; the horror of the night was over, nothing more horrifying than that party could POSSIBLY happen! It's done she thought, giving her chubby tummy a last squeeze; Halloween was finished, now she was going back to elastic sweatpants and T-shirt, like normal.
She had no idea what was coming . . .
(continued in post 3 of this thread)
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Conclusions and Consequences
by Cylon Bob
by Cylon Bob
Amy felt over exposed. Which was weird for her.
True, she was dressed in MUCH LESS clothing than normal, but this time of year, this was what she did! It wasn't like she'd never dressed like this, it was HALLOWEEN, the one night she allowed herself every year to dress like a slut, the skimpier the clothes, the better! This year's ensemble was a classic among college women, the good old 'slutty nurse.'
Maybe, she thought, she felt exposed because she WAS more exposed? I mean, this year more than others,by kind of a lot. Last year's slutty Police woman wasn't exactly PG, but this year she'd gone all out and carefully picked the MOST revealing version of all the choices. So here she was, walking down the street dressed in what equaled up to a little more than an extremely short skirt and a bra with the red cross on the left breast. More likely though, she thought, it was because of the looks she was getting.
As she walked to the two blocks to the party, she couldn't help but shiver a little bit from the cold because, after all, what kind of self-respecting slutty nurse would ever wear a jacket, covering up the goods? It felt like every passerby was staring at her. As was to be expected, I mean, this was far from her first halloween in a slutty costume, but these weren't the sorts of stares she'd been expecting. She wouldn't have been surprised at the men, with their slack-jawed, lustful stares, or the women with their angry, jealous glares, that was how she was remembered them looking. But that wasn't the reaction she was seeing.
As she walked, and even more after she got to the party, she noticed that, while there were still a good few men who seemed to be struck speechless with arousal, there seemed an equal or greater number who looked downright disgusted! The girls' responses were just as worrying, most of them were looking at her with looks of PITY, and a few looked like they were actually holding back laughter at the sight of her!
It took about thirty minutes before she got a clue about what was going on. She was standing by the refreshments stand, eating her third pumpkin shaped cookie when two girls standing to the side of her started talking.
The first one, a short blonde girl, big boobs, Amy recognized her from Bio, started talking, in a high-pitched, excited sort of voice, "OH MY, NINA! That Costume? A-dorable! Slutty nurse, CLASSIC!"
Amy's attention was caught, another slutty nurse? Well, she rationalized, to be expected at a college halloween party, but still, she thought, gotta scope out the competition. Looking at the girl, a medium height brunette with startling blue eyes, Amy felt pretty confident. Her boobs, at least one cup size bigger, possibly two, and she was for sure, the sluttier of the nurses, and that was something.
The girl spoke, "I know, right? I'm actually surprised there's not more of us!" She held a finger up, thinking, then started again, "Actually, no, there's ONE other, I saw her a little while ago, and Jessie. Just WAIT until you see her. It is SO bad!"
Huh?
"OH MY GOD YES, I saw her a few minutes ago! Can you BELIEVE her?" Amy's attention was caught. Believe WHAT about her, exactly? What was hard to believe about her?
The other girl, Nina, laughed loudly, "Talk about sad, right? That girl SERIOUSLY needs some Weight-Watchers, STAT!"
With that, Amy froze, dropping the last bite of her cookie.
"And you know what's REALLY bad about it? I have a class with her, and she wasn't like that at the start of the semester! She was like, smoking hot!" The girl kept talking, but that was the last Amy heard. She'd heard enough, and if there was one thing she knew, it was that she desperately needed to find herself a mirror, as quickly as possible, full-body if it was possible. She hadn't had a chance to look in the mirror before leaving, but now she thought about it, getting dressed had been kind of a battle.
Of COURSE it was a battle, she reminded herself, it's Halloween, the night she disguised herself like a slut, her clothes had to be skin tight, just as a RULE!
Walking into the bathroom, looking in the full-body mirror, she instantly went from reassuring herself that it wasn't true, to comforting herself because, ell, it was true, and worse than she'd imagined. All night long, her mind told her that her stomach was flat, now her eyes were telling her otherwise. Her middle was telling the woe-full tale of her laziness and recent overindulgences.
Her skirt, she saw, was even shorter than she'd been expecting, which said a lot. She'd ordered it to be short, but looking at herself, it was almost indecently short, covering her cheeks entirely. Never mind, she bent over slightly and the bottom of her cheeks were exposed.
All around where she remembered her waist being, a thick ring of flab encircled her, hanging out over her waistband. Muffin top, she thought, big time. No fat rolls, thank God, but that's not really something she should be celebrating.
Her boobs were, luckily, contained and properly secured, but, well, maybe 'secured' is the wrong word to describe how her top fit. A little jump, she thought, and the girls would be free, proudly waving in the wind for the whole wide world to see.
She stared at herself, her emotions a mix of horror and confusion. How the hell did this HAPPEN?! Well, she thought, she'd gotten the costume a month ago, without trying it on, just assuming she was the same size as before. But then what?
Reflecting on the past month, it was obvious, she realized. For one, she could blame birthday cake, that HAD to have played it's part. Her hall, in the dorms, the RA had kind of a thing when it came to birthdays, she kept a record of the every girl's on the hall, all 14 of them, and threw a celebration for each of them, complete with cake and ice cream. WELL, as it turned out, entirely by coincidence, of the 14 girls, NINE of them, including Amy, were October babies. That meant nine cakes, and if there was one thing Amy had a weakness for, it was chocolate cake.
Her own birthday was only a week ago, she remembered. Her family and friends threw her a big party, lots of ice cream, and a HUGE cake. She'd been surprised at the size of the cake, but her mother explained, she'd had a coupon, and a birthday party, she thought, was as good an excuse as any. Every person there, Amy moreso than the rest of the family, had eaten their fill of the cake, and there was still a third of it left, a surprise present for Amy to take home to the dorms.
And then, on returning to the dorms, there was still the hall's party to survive, cake and ice cream aplenty. And despite being overfull as it was, from her family's celebrations, she ate her fair share, maybe slightly more.
That, she thought, pinching her swollen stomach, was where this, or at least part of it, came from. Or maybe it went a bit further south, looking at herself in the mirror, that's where the majority of her weight looked to be going. She definitely didn't REMEMBER her hips being this wide, and her thighs rubbing together, that was without a doubt, a new development.
How on earth did she not notice this, she had to wonder, now she had seen it, she could practically FEEL all the fat she hadn't noticed, every pound she'd piled on seemed immensely heavy. She turned sideways to get another angle. It was really weird, she thought, looking at her stomach, seeing it bulging out in front of her, soft and flabby.
She turned and took a few steps, feeling for the first time, her thighs rubbing together. She closed the door and walked back to the mirror. It was time for a few little tests.
Once more, she turned to the side and looked. She sucked in as much as possible, holding her breath in, examining the effects it had. It wasn't so much with horror as it was dejection that she noted that even sucked in completely, it still curved outwards, not inwards. That done, she leaned back, and out of a morbid curiosity, puffed it outwards, as much as possible.
That, she thought, is how she'd look before long if she kept up the same eating patterns of the past month. Pregnant, almost, enough to fool a stranger anyways.
Straightening up, her stomach returned to it's chubby state, pouring an inch or so over the waistband. Her ass, she noted sadly, looked like two volleyballs, tied together with a ribbon, though she breathed a sigh of relief noting that she had no cellulite. Yet, she reminded herself. It would come, sure as rain, if she kept getting thirds at every meal and eating large spoonfuls of Nutella whenever it seemed convenient.
A thought hit her. Could she even touch her toes anymore? She'd been a gymnast for years, in high school, but looking back at her reflection, there'd clearly been some construction since her last performance. Only one way to find out.
She bent forward, her hands reaching to her knees easily. Every inch from there on was a battle, her recently neglected abs, now hidden by a thick layer of lard, fighting against said flab, her midsection chub curling up into rolls. Amy felt hyper-aware of all this, and after thirty seconds of fighting, she quit in disgust, having only reached her ankles.
She grabbed her side and squeezed it. Her hands sinking into her spare tire was an unfamiliar and not particularly pleasant sensation for her. She shook it for a second and saw how it jiggled for a few seconds after she let go. This came from cake, she reminded herself, and like clockwork, her stomach responded with a growl.
NO, she told it, in her head, reminding it of the four, well three and a half, pumpkin cookies she'd eaten at the party, and the piece of cake she'd had for dessert at lunch, and the Snickers she'd had as a pick-me-up at around four. . . the list grew longer and longer as she thought it through.
And today, she realized, was a LIGHT day of eating, by her recent standards, no pizza, only one piece of cake, no non-diet sodas, God, she thought, this really shouldn't have been such a surprise!
A knock at the door interrupted her revery, reminding her of just where she was, at a party, dressed like a slutty nurse, or at least MOSTLY dressed like a slutty nurse, and worst of all, two blocks from the safety of her dorm.
She practically ran from the bathroom to the door, eager to get away as quick as possible. A more accurate description would be that she waddled as quickly as her skirt would allow her, stitches popping with every step.
Outside was no better. Why were there so many people wallking around at 7:00 on a Friday night, didn't everybody have better things to do? The looks she got, now she knew what they meant, were so much worse than before. And was it cold! Before, it had been a tad chilly, but now, at seven, the sun was set, and the temperature was dropping rapidly, and WHY, she thought, did she have to be a SELF- RESPECTING slutty nurse and refuse to bring a jacket?!
Just stepping outside, feeling the cold breeze on her bare legs and exposed stomach, she shivered mightily. Her nipples responded immediately to the change in temperature, turning instantly, as hard as diamonds, which she knew, from how tight her shirt/bikini top was, was visible to the naked eye. In previous years, she'd be delighted by this, just one MORE thing added onto the slutty nurse persona, but right then, she wanted nothing more than to be invisible, no one paying attention to her and her flabby figure.
But she survived. Walking into the dorm, riding the elevator to the second floor and taking twelve steps to her room, Amy felt relief; the horror of the night was over, nothing more horrifying than that party could POSSIBLY happen! It's done she thought, giving her chubby tummy a last squeeze; Halloween was finished, now she was going back to elastic sweatpants and T-shirt, like normal.
She had no idea what was coming . . .
(continued in post 3 of this thread)
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