Britt Reid
Library Editor
~BBW, Imagery, Feeding, ~MWG A group of older teenage geeks find their own path to ultimate growth.
Chapter One Introducing Clara and Lizzy
Clara McComber was a geek. Some might find her attractive despite her indifference to attire or cosmetics. She had long scarlet hair pulled into a ponytail, most of the time, her freckles peppering her cheeks like the stars in the night sky. To her the biggest problem of life until now had been getting the grades that everyone seemed to feel were ever so important. . Now, as a senior in high school she was facing another problem --------
"Blasted pants."
Clara pulled her slacks up all the way over her pudgy ass, only to hear the sickening sound of fabric tearing, tearing right down the seam between her butt cheeks. She blushed, her cherubic cheeks filling with scarlet out of pure embarrassment. It had happened twice before and it would happen again, but every time a pair of pants split down the middle, she felt humiliated on the inside all the same.
From a size 2 to 4, then to an 8. She felt cursed by what she saw as her changing metabolism over the last year..
"Alright, lets try the new ones Clara mumbled as she threw on some new pants, dressing in her ordinary dark attire. Finally dressed, the chubbiest member of the geek clique was off to school. But not after first checking the forums for any development on the new Romero movie coming out.
Upon arriving at school, she did what she traditionally did, went to her group of friends. They were all just as dark looking as she was, of all different sizes. Her best friend, however, was Lizzy, a fellow geek with soft flesh and a cherubic, yet not chubby, face, She wore glasses, a befits someone who reads such works as the End of Evangelion, but still definitely a beautiful girl, with brown hair tumbling onto her chest, her button nose placed between a pair of green, emerald eyes. She had smooth skin as well, mostly due to lucky genetics.
Lizzy traditionally dressed in white. It was odd, but, if anything, the white was unsettling when one took into account her already pale skin and died pewter hair. She looked like a ghost, which was the whole idea of her choice in clothing.
She too had been a stick. But that Clara noted was changing. These days Lizzy always seemed to have treats in her back pack, which she readily offered to share with Clara. Clara never refused, nor did she seemingly notice that Lizzy always had less than she did.
"So what's up?" Lizzy asked as Clara plopped herself down next to her.
"Eh, not too much," Clara replied, "Pants friggen ripped, which sucks, but other than that, I'm fine."
"Oh, ya know, maybe you ought to diet if your pants keep ripping. No offense, but this is kinda the third pair you've torn this year, right?"
"Fourth," Clara replied, her chubby cheeks filling with red. Lizzy noticed the remnants of two freshly eaten donuts. She knew that diet wasnt in her plumpening friends vocabulary.
Clara sighed again, licking the frosting from the freshly vanquished pastry from her fingers.
If only food like this didn't taste so good, she thought to herself. Lizzy said nothing, but later invited Clara over after school. They shared a microwave pizza. Lizzy had two pieces, but made sure the ever-hungry Clara had a chance to gobble four.
The next day its was a reprise of the one before, even though Clara wore a skirt and shirt. By the end of the day after a double burger and malt lunch, with fries and a large cookie chaser, Claras tight shirt was stretching at he seams. And after that her friend Lizzy seemed determined to continue stuffing Jane's softening face, offering her a large Almond Joy bar from her backpack stash..
Other students were talking .
"Oh, my gosh... Is that Clara?"
"Wow... She looks so... bloated..."
"Hah! I knew she was getting chubby, but shes really letting herself go!"
These were the kinds of things Clara sometimes heard as she got off the school bus as fst as she could,
The past few days had gone on much like the first, with Clara willingly ingesting Emily's incredibly fattening treats. In fact, every day. Being pampered at and after school came at an additional price;
Clara had begun to eat more intensely at home, as she'd become constantly hungry. All of this was relatively obvious; Claras once convex small belly had doubled, making covering her belly button via any of her shirts from the previous school year a shirt impossible, her butt had torn every pair of pants she owned in some way or another, and her growing ng breasts made modesty an impossibility, no matter the shirt size.
Her preoccupied mother was no help. She now was her fathers companion on increasingly frequent business trips, not caring at all about her eighteen year old daughters waistline. She was an adult now and free to choose. This left Clara with the option of cooking for herself or buying prepared foods. She was given an ample allowance for the latter, but they were naturally high calorie. Her cooking preferences tended to generous servings of hamburger helper, casseroles pancakes and omelets.
If Clara could just have been disciplined her capitulation to Lizzy and the related weight gain might not have happened so quickly. But she was not disciplined one Big Mac always looked like too little, two were better. Three tacos from Taco Bell were matched with a burrito and chimichanga. A Stouffers dinner meant for four made two meals. A cake from the market that could last a week with only one person in the house was gone in two days. In former times her mom had controlled the flow of calories, now the flood gates were open.
"Don't worry - listen to your body, it will tell you what to do," cooed Lizzy as she offered her friend her second muffin of he day. Lizzy always found it easier to accept than resist. In fact, somehing inside her craved whatever Lizzy offered.
As she marched through the crowded school hallway, belly sometimes loudly growling, trying to get over how her thighs had started to rub together when she walked, Clara encountered familiar smile.
"Clara! You look fabulous!" Lizzy smiled, running up to her blubbery friend.
"I look fat!" Clara almost screamed back, trying to hide her belly growls. "When is this appetite going to stop? If ever?!"
The school's commentary continued, mostly within earshot.
"Dang! Clara's become a pig!"
"Did you hear her belch during third period? The teacher thought a wild animal had wandered into the room!"
"I sat behind her the whole time... And let me tell you, those pants do not fit her. I swear her butt was growing before my eyes!"
She sighed, which inadvertently became a burp. She noticed Lizzy
walking over, digging through her backpack.
Lizzy of course had the opposite reaction to Claras sudden growth spurt. She was enjoying it. You see, Lizzy had always liked Clara as a friend (just a teensy bit) and she'd always liked BBW's (just a tiny bit) but as Clara on her own had started to gain weight Lizzys interest had blossomed. She was both Claras encourager and saboteur.
Lizzy had spent a fair amount of time concocting ways to insinuate calorie-climbing habits into Clara, and she was in grasp of succeeding. Of course Lizzy had begun inadvertently gaining as well, a near-perfectly round potbelly filling her white blouse. Not that she minded; she often daydreamed of the both of them, happy and getting fatter together.
Clara didnt yet really look fat just heavier than she ever had been. A random observer might describe her as cherubic, or sweet. Rumor was that more than a few guys harbored secret crushes towards her. But she was a geek who discouraged attention from guys.
"Hi, Clara! ! I love your new shirt!" Lizzy would say, hugging Clara with her own small potbelly literally sinking into Claras. Clara hugged back as best she could.
"Hi, Lizzy... Do you have any snacks today, Clara replied with a blush, ashamed of what she considered her gluttony, yet still very hungry.
Lizzy, on cue as usual, grinned and came up with a bag of chips. She fantasized about the two of them, just two geeky girls lazing around enjoying themselves, increasing their waistlines.
Geeky Girls Weight Gain
By da games elite
(based on an interactive story by Da Games Elite and others at writing,com found here)
By da games elite
(based on an interactive story by Da Games Elite and others at writing,com found here)
Chapter One Introducing Clara and Lizzy
Clara McComber was a geek. Some might find her attractive despite her indifference to attire or cosmetics. She had long scarlet hair pulled into a ponytail, most of the time, her freckles peppering her cheeks like the stars in the night sky. To her the biggest problem of life until now had been getting the grades that everyone seemed to feel were ever so important. . Now, as a senior in high school she was facing another problem --------
"Blasted pants."
Clara pulled her slacks up all the way over her pudgy ass, only to hear the sickening sound of fabric tearing, tearing right down the seam between her butt cheeks. She blushed, her cherubic cheeks filling with scarlet out of pure embarrassment. It had happened twice before and it would happen again, but every time a pair of pants split down the middle, she felt humiliated on the inside all the same.
From a size 2 to 4, then to an 8. She felt cursed by what she saw as her changing metabolism over the last year..
"Alright, lets try the new ones Clara mumbled as she threw on some new pants, dressing in her ordinary dark attire. Finally dressed, the chubbiest member of the geek clique was off to school. But not after first checking the forums for any development on the new Romero movie coming out.
Upon arriving at school, she did what she traditionally did, went to her group of friends. They were all just as dark looking as she was, of all different sizes. Her best friend, however, was Lizzy, a fellow geek with soft flesh and a cherubic, yet not chubby, face, She wore glasses, a befits someone who reads such works as the End of Evangelion, but still definitely a beautiful girl, with brown hair tumbling onto her chest, her button nose placed between a pair of green, emerald eyes. She had smooth skin as well, mostly due to lucky genetics.
Lizzy traditionally dressed in white. It was odd, but, if anything, the white was unsettling when one took into account her already pale skin and died pewter hair. She looked like a ghost, which was the whole idea of her choice in clothing.
She too had been a stick. But that Clara noted was changing. These days Lizzy always seemed to have treats in her back pack, which she readily offered to share with Clara. Clara never refused, nor did she seemingly notice that Lizzy always had less than she did.
"So what's up?" Lizzy asked as Clara plopped herself down next to her.
"Eh, not too much," Clara replied, "Pants friggen ripped, which sucks, but other than that, I'm fine."
"Oh, ya know, maybe you ought to diet if your pants keep ripping. No offense, but this is kinda the third pair you've torn this year, right?"
"Fourth," Clara replied, her chubby cheeks filling with red. Lizzy noticed the remnants of two freshly eaten donuts. She knew that diet wasnt in her plumpening friends vocabulary.
Clara sighed again, licking the frosting from the freshly vanquished pastry from her fingers.
If only food like this didn't taste so good, she thought to herself. Lizzy said nothing, but later invited Clara over after school. They shared a microwave pizza. Lizzy had two pieces, but made sure the ever-hungry Clara had a chance to gobble four.
The next day its was a reprise of the one before, even though Clara wore a skirt and shirt. By the end of the day after a double burger and malt lunch, with fries and a large cookie chaser, Claras tight shirt was stretching at he seams. And after that her friend Lizzy seemed determined to continue stuffing Jane's softening face, offering her a large Almond Joy bar from her backpack stash..
Other students were talking .
"Oh, my gosh... Is that Clara?"
"Wow... She looks so... bloated..."
"Hah! I knew she was getting chubby, but shes really letting herself go!"
These were the kinds of things Clara sometimes heard as she got off the school bus as fst as she could,
The past few days had gone on much like the first, with Clara willingly ingesting Emily's incredibly fattening treats. In fact, every day. Being pampered at and after school came at an additional price;
Clara had begun to eat more intensely at home, as she'd become constantly hungry. All of this was relatively obvious; Claras once convex small belly had doubled, making covering her belly button via any of her shirts from the previous school year a shirt impossible, her butt had torn every pair of pants she owned in some way or another, and her growing ng breasts made modesty an impossibility, no matter the shirt size.
Her preoccupied mother was no help. She now was her fathers companion on increasingly frequent business trips, not caring at all about her eighteen year old daughters waistline. She was an adult now and free to choose. This left Clara with the option of cooking for herself or buying prepared foods. She was given an ample allowance for the latter, but they were naturally high calorie. Her cooking preferences tended to generous servings of hamburger helper, casseroles pancakes and omelets.
If Clara could just have been disciplined her capitulation to Lizzy and the related weight gain might not have happened so quickly. But she was not disciplined one Big Mac always looked like too little, two were better. Three tacos from Taco Bell were matched with a burrito and chimichanga. A Stouffers dinner meant for four made two meals. A cake from the market that could last a week with only one person in the house was gone in two days. In former times her mom had controlled the flow of calories, now the flood gates were open.
"Don't worry - listen to your body, it will tell you what to do," cooed Lizzy as she offered her friend her second muffin of he day. Lizzy always found it easier to accept than resist. In fact, somehing inside her craved whatever Lizzy offered.
As she marched through the crowded school hallway, belly sometimes loudly growling, trying to get over how her thighs had started to rub together when she walked, Clara encountered familiar smile.
"Clara! You look fabulous!" Lizzy smiled, running up to her blubbery friend.
"I look fat!" Clara almost screamed back, trying to hide her belly growls. "When is this appetite going to stop? If ever?!"
The school's commentary continued, mostly within earshot.
"Dang! Clara's become a pig!"
"Did you hear her belch during third period? The teacher thought a wild animal had wandered into the room!"
"I sat behind her the whole time... And let me tell you, those pants do not fit her. I swear her butt was growing before my eyes!"
She sighed, which inadvertently became a burp. She noticed Lizzy
walking over, digging through her backpack.
Lizzy of course had the opposite reaction to Claras sudden growth spurt. She was enjoying it. You see, Lizzy had always liked Clara as a friend (just a teensy bit) and she'd always liked BBW's (just a tiny bit) but as Clara on her own had started to gain weight Lizzys interest had blossomed. She was both Claras encourager and saboteur.
Lizzy had spent a fair amount of time concocting ways to insinuate calorie-climbing habits into Clara, and she was in grasp of succeeding. Of course Lizzy had begun inadvertently gaining as well, a near-perfectly round potbelly filling her white blouse. Not that she minded; she often daydreamed of the both of them, happy and getting fatter together.
Clara didnt yet really look fat just heavier than she ever had been. A random observer might describe her as cherubic, or sweet. Rumor was that more than a few guys harbored secret crushes towards her. But she was a geek who discouraged attention from guys.
"Hi, Clara! ! I love your new shirt!" Lizzy would say, hugging Clara with her own small potbelly literally sinking into Claras. Clara hugged back as best she could.
"Hi, Lizzy... Do you have any snacks today, Clara replied with a blush, ashamed of what she considered her gluttony, yet still very hungry.
Lizzy, on cue as usual, grinned and came up with a bag of chips. She fantasized about the two of them, just two geeky girls lazing around enjoying themselves, increasing their waistlines.
