Britt Reid
Library Editor
~BBW (multiple), Imagery, Stuffing, ~MWG – two sisters come home from their careers to big surprises
Chapter One - the flight
"Final call for flight 248, departing gate 25 – final call!"
The shrill voice over their airport speaker system spurred Kimberly to pick up her already rather rushed pace. Pulling off a skillful balancing act between her foot-long sub, her carry-on luggage, and her large wad of boarding passes and plane tickets, the buxom blonde hurried through the labyrinthine corridors and hallways of the terminal.
In truth, Kimberly was not a girl who was built for speed. Last minute dashes to catch planes were not really her strong suit. But the journey to the airport had been a nightmare (aren't they always when you're in a rush?) and she was running late.
To be fair, she'd not exactly helped matters by lining up at a deli counter in the departures lounge to pick up a sub to snack on. Although it had been less than an hour since she'd stopped off at the drive-thru on her way to the airport, flying made Kimberly nervous, and when Kimberly got nervous she got hungry.
Perhaps unsurprisingly for a girl with Kimberly's propensity to rely on food as her main source of emotional support, our flustered flyer wasn't exactly in the trimmest condition. Even the layers of winter-wear did not disguise the generous curves that defined the bottom-heavy babe's rounded form.
Her purple coat was unzipped, revealing the ample bulge of a belly that had grown a too large for the coat to close around. Strained jeans struggled to contain the shifting orbs of a derriere that could be charitably described as 'ample'. Battling against such an expanse of well-fed rump, even the heavy material of Kimberly's coat had ridden up, the fabric puckering over the soft and expansive shelf of fat that crowned the blonde butterball's bloated bottom.
As you may guess, a girl of Kimberly's physique wasn't quite cut out for running to airport departure gates. To be honest, our heroine wasn't exactly helping the situation by slowing down every few yards to take another bite from her foot-long steak, bacon, egg and cheese melt. With her pace slowed by the demands of her sandwich, Kimberly's progress became sufficiently sluggish to prompt another call from the disembodied voice of the airport announcer:
"Flight 248 is now closing. Flight 248 closing! Would passenger Taylor, that's passenger Kimberly Taylor, please present themself at gate 25 immediately – this flight is now ready to depart!"
Kimberly hurriedly crammed the remains of her sub into her mouth, rearranged her baggage and picked up her pace towards the nearby gate, arriving breathless and fumbling for her boarding pass.
'Oh great,' thought Kimberly, 'just my luck to be the last person on board!'
Heading down the skywalk to the plane, Kimberly felt her tummy tighten with nerves. It wasn't the thought of flying itself that bothered the blonde babe, but her worries about the compatibility between her generous proportions and the famously harsh confines of airline seating. It had been some years since she'd last set foot on a plane and, to put it mildly, the intervening time had witnessed something of a broadening of the young woman's curvaceous figure.
Ushered into the cabin by the impatient air stewardess, Kimberly gulped as she saw just how cramped the narrow aisle between the rows of seats was. Ahead of her she could see the dozens of people looking up from their safety cards and newspapers to look at the person who'd been delaying the flight. Behind her, Kimberly could almost feel the slim Barbie-doll flight attendants smirking as they watched her bulbous hips wedge awkwardly between the first two seats.
Kimberly wiggled her way out of the jam, and manoeuvred her bulk into an awkward sideways approach. With a sharp intake of breath, she sucked her belly in as far as she could manage and blundered clumsily down the aisle. It seemed as though the airline had deliberately placed her seat as far away from the front of the plane as possible, and an ordeal of discomfort and embarrassment faced Kimberly as she ponderously shuffled down the plane, bumping heads and elbows with her protruding backside and brushing other passengers with the bulge of her belly rolls.
Wishing that she hadn't eaten quite so much at the drive thru, and that she hadn't topped up with the sub, Kimberly struggled to hold her tummy in long enough to finally reach her assigned seat. There were a fair few disapproving glances from the seated passengers as the tubby twenty-something made her ungainly progress through the aircraft.
Fortunately for Kimberly, her seat was on the aisle, and didn't require her to wiggle herself to a window seat. Indeed, such a feat may have proven impossible, as the flustered cutie soon realised that the economics of air travel seating and the dimensions of her posterior were not a good combination.
'Oomph!' wheezed Kimberly as she struggled to force her oversized backside between the unforgiving armrests of the economy-class seat. Already red from the embarrassing squeeze through the plane, Kimberly's face flushed an impressive shade of crimson. Soft and pliable though the fleshy abundance of her butt was, there was simply too much Kimberly to fit into too little space.
Try as she might, Kimberly couldn't cram the breadth of her derrière into the seat, and she was left suspended above the chair, her bottom overflowing the armrests and bulging over into the aisle and the seat next to hers.
With a rather obvious roll of her eyes, the flight attendant leaned around the stranded form of our rather humiliated heroine to speak to the passenger in the window seat.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but would you mind if we raised the armrest?" she said, pointing none too discretely at Kimberly's outsized posterior.
The passenger in question was, fortunately, a petite senior citizen whose bony frame occupied barely half of her own seat. She looked rather alarmed at the prospect of removing the barrier between herself and the fleshy abundance of her neighbour's butt.
Kimberly made a pleading look in her direction. Mercifully, the woman was too polite (or too shocked) to raise any objections to the plan, and with a rather ungainly wiggling of her hips Kimberly was able to dislodge herself from the vice-like grip of the chair long enough for the flight attendant to raise the middle arm rest.
With a gasp of relief, Kimberly sank into the seat, her bottom and thigh surging alarmingly far over onto the window seat and visibly compressing the old lady against the side of the plane.
"Ma'am, I'll need you to fasten your seatbelt as the plane is ready for take-off…" said the flight attendant with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, erm, yes, okay," mumbled Kimberly, fumbling for the belt buckle that was trapped under her generous thighs. With predictable awkwardness the belt could not even hope to meet across the swell of Kimberly's belly, the two ends remaining resolutely separated by a rolling curve of flesh that spilled out and engulfed what should have been her lap.
Kimberly turned an even brighter shade of red as she tugged the ends of the belt helplessly across her swollen tummy. The slender attendant smiled maliciously as she watched the bloated blonde make futile efforts to loosen the belt and coax it across the expanse of her gut.
"Oh, it looks like you might a seatbelt extender," the attendant announced with indiscreet volume, "let me go and fetch it for you!"
Kimberly felt like she might die from embarrassment. People all around were deliberately looking the other way, but she knew they were all well aware that she was too big to fit into a regular seat or to wear a regular seatbelt.
Uncomfortable, stressed and embarrassed, there was just one thing that would take the edge off this nightmare situation and that was a nice soothing snack. Regrettably for Kimberly, there wasn't so much as a packet of peanuts to be seen, and the in-flight meal wouldn't be due until sometime after take-off.
With what could hardly have been worse timing, Kimberly's belly rumbled loudly as the attendant returned with the seatbelt extender. If blushing was an Olympic sport, Kimberly would be in line for the gold medal. She could have died as her disobedient gut continued its voluminous rumblings whilst the skinny attendant strapped the modified seatbelt over its expansive bulge.
Squeaking her thanks to the departing attendant, Kimberly tried to silence her fretful belly with her plump hands, caressing the doughy mass of flesh tenderly in a bid to soothe it.
As the plane finally thundered down the runway and into the sky, Kimberly had only one thought:
'Mental note, next time you go home for the holidays – drive!'
***
The challenges of the plane had brought to attention the uncomfortable truths about her figure that Kimberly had been hiding from rather successfully the past couple of years. Sure, she knew that she'd put on a few pounds since graduation, but she was still pretty much the same weight she'd been in college, right?
Still, it was hard to ignore the incident with the seatbelt extender that was even now straining over her belly, cutting the soft dome into two distinct folds of soft blubber. And the narrowness of the aisle was another irritating sign that maybe Kimberly's weight was a little more out of control than she cared to admit.
Another warning came when the burgeoning blonde tried to pull down her tray table, only to find that the space that was supposed to be occupied by the table was already filled by the prodigious bulk of her breasts and belly.
Of course, there had been many other reality checks over the years, but Kimberly had been pretty good at rationalising her way out of them. After all, cars were getting smaller these days (blassted Japanese and European brands). And her dryer was just notorious for shrinking her favourite clothes. Restaurant booths and cinema seating was also getting criminally small lately – honestly, the proprietors must be trying to cram in too many people.
In truth, Kimberly's story wasn't that unusual. A chubby high school girl, she'd headed up to college and, unsurprisingly, soon discovered the joys of beer, late night snacking, and the all-you-can-eat meal plan at the campus cafeteria. Naturally enough, it was at the same time that the freshman fifteen made its acquaintance with Kimberly.
Of course, with Kimberly's live-life-to-the-full attitude, it only took the first semester for them to get well acquainted. By the end of her freshman year a more accurate (if less alliteratively pleasing) term for the well-known college experience would have been the 'freshman thirty-five'.
But who is counting calories when they're having fun? The usual college blur of pizza-fuelled cramming sessions, boozy parties and junk food-powered finals combined with Kimberly's fondness for giving her appetite free rein. After four years of college life, the blonde beauty tipped the scales at a hefty 240lbs when she waddled onto the stage on graduation day.
Much of Kimberly's poundage had settled onto her generously rounded butt. This was to prove convenient as she got a job out of college that involved sitting on it for pretty much the whole day. Although Mrs Taylor hadn't been thrilled to witness her daughter's rapid expansion, she'd kept pretty quiet about it in the hope that Kimberly would get herself under control once the fun of college had worn off and the realities of the working world kicked in. Things, however, did not pan out quite as she'd hoped.
No sooner had Kimberly squeezed her fat bottom into an office chair, she set off on a path guaranteed to expand it. Poured into her business suit, Kimberly quickly settled into her office routine. Although she lived only 20 minutes' walk away from her office, she'd no intention of ruining her careful makeup by stepping outside. Driving into work each day, she made sure to park up as close to entrance as possible – she had to make sure that the wind didn't muss her hair, after all. Stepping into the lobby, Kimberly made her way to the elevators. Sure, her desk might have been on the second floor, but walking up a flight of stairs might have crinkled her nicely pressed clothes.
Once settled in front of her computer, Kimberly cracked open her desk drawer, pulled out whatever snack she'd stashed there, and began to graze. From 8:30 to around 10, she munched and munched on whatever there was in her snack drawer. Fortunately for her, she arrived a little earlier than most of the rest of the office, so there was no one to mind when she topped up her supplies with the bags of candy she periodically brought in with her.
By the time ten o' clock rolled around, it was time for a staff meeting, where a customary supply of donuts and coffee was always on hand. Once Kimberly was dosed up on sugary goodness and caffeine, there was nothing to do but sit on her fattening rump and wait for the lunch canteen to open at noon.
Kimberly hadn't known it when she'd landed the job, but her employer laid on a particularly sumptuous subsidised buffet for lunchtime. It carried pretty much everything Kimberly would ever want to eat – from southern fried chicken, Italian, and Mexican to a good old fashioned make-your-own burger bar. It was almost as though the company knew of Kimberly's gastronomic enthusiasm, as her desk was placed just down the corridor from the buffet, and from about eleven onwards she was tormented by the delicious smells wafting through from the kitchens.
Since her very first day, Kimberly had fallen in love with the delights that the buffet had to offer. Bang on noon she would head down the hallway to ensure that she would be first in line for the fresh-made deliciousness. Piling her tray high with all the scrumptious food she could fit on it, Kimberly would gorge her way through lunch hour, emerging at one o'clock with a smile of sated contentment on her cherubic face.
The food was so good that Kimberly had never felt the need to leave the building for lunch even once in all the time she'd worked with the firm. Indeed, working her way through all the various cuisines on offer throughout the week became a happy routine for the rotund office girl.
Recently, Kimberly's love affair with the canteen had taken a new twist. She'd noticed that the serving staff changed shift at 12:45pm, meaning that if she timed things carefully, no one would know if she went back for a second round of lunch. Ever since, Kimberly had made sure that she arrived right on time for the opening of the buffet, wolfing down her first lunch as quickly as she could before returning to her desk.
When the shift changed, Kimberly would head for the corridor, pretending to turn towards the elevators, as though headed for a meeting on another floor, before doubling back sharply toward the buffet. Shimmying through the double doors, the new shift of catering staff had no idea that the overweight young woman was helping herself to her second lunch of the day. Bloated and heavy, Kimberly would waddle happily back to her desk, her engorged and round belly the only evidence of her gluttony.
So it was Kimberly chomped, guzzled and munched her way through the work day. Whether at her desk, in meetings, or at the buffet, Kimberly ate and ate and ate. Week after week, month after month, the hot blonde butterball stuffed herself to her heart's content.
Naturally, there was a price to be paid for this sedentary life of calorific excess, and Kimberly was soon paying out big-time. Within a few short months, her overfed bottom had conquered the flimsy construction of her distraught office chair. A new model without armrests had to be brought in to accommodate the exaggerated proportions of the girl's prodigious backside.
Even before the first fortnight was out, Kimberly had to buy a new business outfit, going up a size or two in the process. Countless other adjustments had to be made to accommodate the demands of Kimberly's ballooning figure. She'd already arranged a reserved parking spot right by the building entrance for herself, eliminating those uncomfortable mornings when she'd had to walk more than a hundred yards from her car.
After a few close calls, Kimberly had tactfully arranged that every meeting room should have at least one chair without arm-rests. Regrettably, even this compromise hadn't been quite enough to satisfy the requirements of a rump of such heft, and recently Kimberly had successfully petitioned for each room to be provided with an enlarged and reinforced chair for those of a "more generous carriage".
Just over 2 years since starting working life, and only recently turned 24, Kimberly had blown up to an eye-watering 360lbs. Her formerly pear-shaped physique had been rounded out by the addition of a ponderous belly that supported a pair of fat breasts that ranged happily into DD territory. A trio of thick rolls encircled her midriff, each one wider and deeper than the one above, giving her the appearance of a stacked trifle.
Soft and untainted by any kind of muscle tone, the abundant flab quivered gelatinously at even the slightest movement, causing Kimberly no end of trouble when it came to moving at anything faster than a sedate waddle. The bottom roll surged outwards in a bold bulge at the girl's flanks, cresting Kimberly's long-vanished hip bones and forming impressively prominent love handles.
Confronted by such an obstacle, it was impossible for Kimberly to hang her arms straight at her sides; the swollen dimensions of her midriff pushed them outwards. Kimberly's hips flared outwards dramatically, a reminder of her natural proclivity towards a pear-shape. Fattened to a point where they were almost a parody of what a twenty-something girl's hips should be, they set the limits for what was still Kimberly's defining feature, her vastly inflated derrière.
The undulating orbs of flab that constituted Kimberly's obscenely fat bottom seemed to be fighting one another for space. Every time the bloated blonde took a step, the great spheres collided and wobbled as they rode up and down, battling their titanic opposite number with each massive collision of blubber.
Amazingly, throughout her transformation from chunky schoolgirl to fat co-ed and into what might have been a poster-child for the obesity epidemic, Kimberly managed to remain happily deluded about the true scale of her expansion. Sure, she knew she was a big girl, and she certainly felt her share of self-consciousness about her less than trim body, but the degree of her growth had, until now, been hidden from her behind a veil of denial and self-deception.
The experience on the plane, however, had been an unpleasant wake up call for our bloated babe. Heading home for the holidays had filled her with nagging doubts over the past week or so. After all, she hadn't seen her folks for more than year – and she was sure that her Mom was going to be a little less than impressed that she hadn't gotten her high-school figure back yet.
Even worse, Kimberly was meeting up with her two besties from High School, who she hadn't seen since heading out of state for college. What would they make of her new figure? What if they were still the proud owners of slim high-school bods? What if they didn't recognise her?
All these thoughts had discomforted the ballooning blonde, and she fretted for the first time that maybe she should be doing more to get in shape. Still, the worries were nothing that she couldn't handle, so long as she had a nice comforting snack to hand.
Sitting in the airplane, her tummy tightly confined by the uncomfortable seatbelt and her hips spilling into the seat of the passenger next to her, all of Kimberly's doubts returned. She felt a pang of uneasiness, worsened by the rumblings of her belly. Her pretty brow wrinkled as she frowned. The hunger was unsettling her. Rubbing her tummy softly with one hand she pressed the call button with the other.
The slender flight attendant arrived within a few moments, answering the electronic call.
"Yes, miss, how can I help?" asked the trim girl, her smart uniform draping perfectly over her toned body.
Kimberly squirmed a little in her seat, reddening slightly, but pressed ahead with her question. "I was wondering, could you tell me how long till you srve lunch?"
(continued in post 12 of this thread)
Home For The Holidays
(with a cameo from the girls in Mall Rats)
by ~Onion88
(whose Deviant Arts page may be found here)
(with a cameo from the girls in Mall Rats)
by ~Onion88
(whose Deviant Arts page may be found here)
Chapter One - the flight
"Final call for flight 248, departing gate 25 – final call!"
The shrill voice over their airport speaker system spurred Kimberly to pick up her already rather rushed pace. Pulling off a skillful balancing act between her foot-long sub, her carry-on luggage, and her large wad of boarding passes and plane tickets, the buxom blonde hurried through the labyrinthine corridors and hallways of the terminal.
In truth, Kimberly was not a girl who was built for speed. Last minute dashes to catch planes were not really her strong suit. But the journey to the airport had been a nightmare (aren't they always when you're in a rush?) and she was running late.
To be fair, she'd not exactly helped matters by lining up at a deli counter in the departures lounge to pick up a sub to snack on. Although it had been less than an hour since she'd stopped off at the drive-thru on her way to the airport, flying made Kimberly nervous, and when Kimberly got nervous she got hungry.
Perhaps unsurprisingly for a girl with Kimberly's propensity to rely on food as her main source of emotional support, our flustered flyer wasn't exactly in the trimmest condition. Even the layers of winter-wear did not disguise the generous curves that defined the bottom-heavy babe's rounded form.
Her purple coat was unzipped, revealing the ample bulge of a belly that had grown a too large for the coat to close around. Strained jeans struggled to contain the shifting orbs of a derriere that could be charitably described as 'ample'. Battling against such an expanse of well-fed rump, even the heavy material of Kimberly's coat had ridden up, the fabric puckering over the soft and expansive shelf of fat that crowned the blonde butterball's bloated bottom.
As you may guess, a girl of Kimberly's physique wasn't quite cut out for running to airport departure gates. To be honest, our heroine wasn't exactly helping the situation by slowing down every few yards to take another bite from her foot-long steak, bacon, egg and cheese melt. With her pace slowed by the demands of her sandwich, Kimberly's progress became sufficiently sluggish to prompt another call from the disembodied voice of the airport announcer:
"Flight 248 is now closing. Flight 248 closing! Would passenger Taylor, that's passenger Kimberly Taylor, please present themself at gate 25 immediately – this flight is now ready to depart!"
Kimberly hurriedly crammed the remains of her sub into her mouth, rearranged her baggage and picked up her pace towards the nearby gate, arriving breathless and fumbling for her boarding pass.
'Oh great,' thought Kimberly, 'just my luck to be the last person on board!'
Heading down the skywalk to the plane, Kimberly felt her tummy tighten with nerves. It wasn't the thought of flying itself that bothered the blonde babe, but her worries about the compatibility between her generous proportions and the famously harsh confines of airline seating. It had been some years since she'd last set foot on a plane and, to put it mildly, the intervening time had witnessed something of a broadening of the young woman's curvaceous figure.
Ushered into the cabin by the impatient air stewardess, Kimberly gulped as she saw just how cramped the narrow aisle between the rows of seats was. Ahead of her she could see the dozens of people looking up from their safety cards and newspapers to look at the person who'd been delaying the flight. Behind her, Kimberly could almost feel the slim Barbie-doll flight attendants smirking as they watched her bulbous hips wedge awkwardly between the first two seats.
Kimberly wiggled her way out of the jam, and manoeuvred her bulk into an awkward sideways approach. With a sharp intake of breath, she sucked her belly in as far as she could manage and blundered clumsily down the aisle. It seemed as though the airline had deliberately placed her seat as far away from the front of the plane as possible, and an ordeal of discomfort and embarrassment faced Kimberly as she ponderously shuffled down the plane, bumping heads and elbows with her protruding backside and brushing other passengers with the bulge of her belly rolls.
Wishing that she hadn't eaten quite so much at the drive thru, and that she hadn't topped up with the sub, Kimberly struggled to hold her tummy in long enough to finally reach her assigned seat. There were a fair few disapproving glances from the seated passengers as the tubby twenty-something made her ungainly progress through the aircraft.
Fortunately for Kimberly, her seat was on the aisle, and didn't require her to wiggle herself to a window seat. Indeed, such a feat may have proven impossible, as the flustered cutie soon realised that the economics of air travel seating and the dimensions of her posterior were not a good combination.
'Oomph!' wheezed Kimberly as she struggled to force her oversized backside between the unforgiving armrests of the economy-class seat. Already red from the embarrassing squeeze through the plane, Kimberly's face flushed an impressive shade of crimson. Soft and pliable though the fleshy abundance of her butt was, there was simply too much Kimberly to fit into too little space.
Try as she might, Kimberly couldn't cram the breadth of her derrière into the seat, and she was left suspended above the chair, her bottom overflowing the armrests and bulging over into the aisle and the seat next to hers.
With a rather obvious roll of her eyes, the flight attendant leaned around the stranded form of our rather humiliated heroine to speak to the passenger in the window seat.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but would you mind if we raised the armrest?" she said, pointing none too discretely at Kimberly's outsized posterior.
The passenger in question was, fortunately, a petite senior citizen whose bony frame occupied barely half of her own seat. She looked rather alarmed at the prospect of removing the barrier between herself and the fleshy abundance of her neighbour's butt.
Kimberly made a pleading look in her direction. Mercifully, the woman was too polite (or too shocked) to raise any objections to the plan, and with a rather ungainly wiggling of her hips Kimberly was able to dislodge herself from the vice-like grip of the chair long enough for the flight attendant to raise the middle arm rest.
With a gasp of relief, Kimberly sank into the seat, her bottom and thigh surging alarmingly far over onto the window seat and visibly compressing the old lady against the side of the plane.
"Ma'am, I'll need you to fasten your seatbelt as the plane is ready for take-off…" said the flight attendant with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, erm, yes, okay," mumbled Kimberly, fumbling for the belt buckle that was trapped under her generous thighs. With predictable awkwardness the belt could not even hope to meet across the swell of Kimberly's belly, the two ends remaining resolutely separated by a rolling curve of flesh that spilled out and engulfed what should have been her lap.
Kimberly turned an even brighter shade of red as she tugged the ends of the belt helplessly across her swollen tummy. The slender attendant smiled maliciously as she watched the bloated blonde make futile efforts to loosen the belt and coax it across the expanse of her gut.
"Oh, it looks like you might a seatbelt extender," the attendant announced with indiscreet volume, "let me go and fetch it for you!"
Kimberly felt like she might die from embarrassment. People all around were deliberately looking the other way, but she knew they were all well aware that she was too big to fit into a regular seat or to wear a regular seatbelt.
Uncomfortable, stressed and embarrassed, there was just one thing that would take the edge off this nightmare situation and that was a nice soothing snack. Regrettably for Kimberly, there wasn't so much as a packet of peanuts to be seen, and the in-flight meal wouldn't be due until sometime after take-off.
With what could hardly have been worse timing, Kimberly's belly rumbled loudly as the attendant returned with the seatbelt extender. If blushing was an Olympic sport, Kimberly would be in line for the gold medal. She could have died as her disobedient gut continued its voluminous rumblings whilst the skinny attendant strapped the modified seatbelt over its expansive bulge.
Squeaking her thanks to the departing attendant, Kimberly tried to silence her fretful belly with her plump hands, caressing the doughy mass of flesh tenderly in a bid to soothe it.
As the plane finally thundered down the runway and into the sky, Kimberly had only one thought:
'Mental note, next time you go home for the holidays – drive!'
***
The challenges of the plane had brought to attention the uncomfortable truths about her figure that Kimberly had been hiding from rather successfully the past couple of years. Sure, she knew that she'd put on a few pounds since graduation, but she was still pretty much the same weight she'd been in college, right?
Still, it was hard to ignore the incident with the seatbelt extender that was even now straining over her belly, cutting the soft dome into two distinct folds of soft blubber. And the narrowness of the aisle was another irritating sign that maybe Kimberly's weight was a little more out of control than she cared to admit.
Another warning came when the burgeoning blonde tried to pull down her tray table, only to find that the space that was supposed to be occupied by the table was already filled by the prodigious bulk of her breasts and belly.
Of course, there had been many other reality checks over the years, but Kimberly had been pretty good at rationalising her way out of them. After all, cars were getting smaller these days (blassted Japanese and European brands). And her dryer was just notorious for shrinking her favourite clothes. Restaurant booths and cinema seating was also getting criminally small lately – honestly, the proprietors must be trying to cram in too many people.
In truth, Kimberly's story wasn't that unusual. A chubby high school girl, she'd headed up to college and, unsurprisingly, soon discovered the joys of beer, late night snacking, and the all-you-can-eat meal plan at the campus cafeteria. Naturally enough, it was at the same time that the freshman fifteen made its acquaintance with Kimberly.
Of course, with Kimberly's live-life-to-the-full attitude, it only took the first semester for them to get well acquainted. By the end of her freshman year a more accurate (if less alliteratively pleasing) term for the well-known college experience would have been the 'freshman thirty-five'.
But who is counting calories when they're having fun? The usual college blur of pizza-fuelled cramming sessions, boozy parties and junk food-powered finals combined with Kimberly's fondness for giving her appetite free rein. After four years of college life, the blonde beauty tipped the scales at a hefty 240lbs when she waddled onto the stage on graduation day.
Much of Kimberly's poundage had settled onto her generously rounded butt. This was to prove convenient as she got a job out of college that involved sitting on it for pretty much the whole day. Although Mrs Taylor hadn't been thrilled to witness her daughter's rapid expansion, she'd kept pretty quiet about it in the hope that Kimberly would get herself under control once the fun of college had worn off and the realities of the working world kicked in. Things, however, did not pan out quite as she'd hoped.
No sooner had Kimberly squeezed her fat bottom into an office chair, she set off on a path guaranteed to expand it. Poured into her business suit, Kimberly quickly settled into her office routine. Although she lived only 20 minutes' walk away from her office, she'd no intention of ruining her careful makeup by stepping outside. Driving into work each day, she made sure to park up as close to entrance as possible – she had to make sure that the wind didn't muss her hair, after all. Stepping into the lobby, Kimberly made her way to the elevators. Sure, her desk might have been on the second floor, but walking up a flight of stairs might have crinkled her nicely pressed clothes.
Once settled in front of her computer, Kimberly cracked open her desk drawer, pulled out whatever snack she'd stashed there, and began to graze. From 8:30 to around 10, she munched and munched on whatever there was in her snack drawer. Fortunately for her, she arrived a little earlier than most of the rest of the office, so there was no one to mind when she topped up her supplies with the bags of candy she periodically brought in with her.
By the time ten o' clock rolled around, it was time for a staff meeting, where a customary supply of donuts and coffee was always on hand. Once Kimberly was dosed up on sugary goodness and caffeine, there was nothing to do but sit on her fattening rump and wait for the lunch canteen to open at noon.
Kimberly hadn't known it when she'd landed the job, but her employer laid on a particularly sumptuous subsidised buffet for lunchtime. It carried pretty much everything Kimberly would ever want to eat – from southern fried chicken, Italian, and Mexican to a good old fashioned make-your-own burger bar. It was almost as though the company knew of Kimberly's gastronomic enthusiasm, as her desk was placed just down the corridor from the buffet, and from about eleven onwards she was tormented by the delicious smells wafting through from the kitchens.
Since her very first day, Kimberly had fallen in love with the delights that the buffet had to offer. Bang on noon she would head down the hallway to ensure that she would be first in line for the fresh-made deliciousness. Piling her tray high with all the scrumptious food she could fit on it, Kimberly would gorge her way through lunch hour, emerging at one o'clock with a smile of sated contentment on her cherubic face.
The food was so good that Kimberly had never felt the need to leave the building for lunch even once in all the time she'd worked with the firm. Indeed, working her way through all the various cuisines on offer throughout the week became a happy routine for the rotund office girl.
Recently, Kimberly's love affair with the canteen had taken a new twist. She'd noticed that the serving staff changed shift at 12:45pm, meaning that if she timed things carefully, no one would know if she went back for a second round of lunch. Ever since, Kimberly had made sure that she arrived right on time for the opening of the buffet, wolfing down her first lunch as quickly as she could before returning to her desk.
When the shift changed, Kimberly would head for the corridor, pretending to turn towards the elevators, as though headed for a meeting on another floor, before doubling back sharply toward the buffet. Shimmying through the double doors, the new shift of catering staff had no idea that the overweight young woman was helping herself to her second lunch of the day. Bloated and heavy, Kimberly would waddle happily back to her desk, her engorged and round belly the only evidence of her gluttony.
So it was Kimberly chomped, guzzled and munched her way through the work day. Whether at her desk, in meetings, or at the buffet, Kimberly ate and ate and ate. Week after week, month after month, the hot blonde butterball stuffed herself to her heart's content.
Naturally, there was a price to be paid for this sedentary life of calorific excess, and Kimberly was soon paying out big-time. Within a few short months, her overfed bottom had conquered the flimsy construction of her distraught office chair. A new model without armrests had to be brought in to accommodate the exaggerated proportions of the girl's prodigious backside.
Even before the first fortnight was out, Kimberly had to buy a new business outfit, going up a size or two in the process. Countless other adjustments had to be made to accommodate the demands of Kimberly's ballooning figure. She'd already arranged a reserved parking spot right by the building entrance for herself, eliminating those uncomfortable mornings when she'd had to walk more than a hundred yards from her car.
After a few close calls, Kimberly had tactfully arranged that every meeting room should have at least one chair without arm-rests. Regrettably, even this compromise hadn't been quite enough to satisfy the requirements of a rump of such heft, and recently Kimberly had successfully petitioned for each room to be provided with an enlarged and reinforced chair for those of a "more generous carriage".
Just over 2 years since starting working life, and only recently turned 24, Kimberly had blown up to an eye-watering 360lbs. Her formerly pear-shaped physique had been rounded out by the addition of a ponderous belly that supported a pair of fat breasts that ranged happily into DD territory. A trio of thick rolls encircled her midriff, each one wider and deeper than the one above, giving her the appearance of a stacked trifle.
Soft and untainted by any kind of muscle tone, the abundant flab quivered gelatinously at even the slightest movement, causing Kimberly no end of trouble when it came to moving at anything faster than a sedate waddle. The bottom roll surged outwards in a bold bulge at the girl's flanks, cresting Kimberly's long-vanished hip bones and forming impressively prominent love handles.
Confronted by such an obstacle, it was impossible for Kimberly to hang her arms straight at her sides; the swollen dimensions of her midriff pushed them outwards. Kimberly's hips flared outwards dramatically, a reminder of her natural proclivity towards a pear-shape. Fattened to a point where they were almost a parody of what a twenty-something girl's hips should be, they set the limits for what was still Kimberly's defining feature, her vastly inflated derrière.
The undulating orbs of flab that constituted Kimberly's obscenely fat bottom seemed to be fighting one another for space. Every time the bloated blonde took a step, the great spheres collided and wobbled as they rode up and down, battling their titanic opposite number with each massive collision of blubber.
Amazingly, throughout her transformation from chunky schoolgirl to fat co-ed and into what might have been a poster-child for the obesity epidemic, Kimberly managed to remain happily deluded about the true scale of her expansion. Sure, she knew she was a big girl, and she certainly felt her share of self-consciousness about her less than trim body, but the degree of her growth had, until now, been hidden from her behind a veil of denial and self-deception.
The experience on the plane, however, had been an unpleasant wake up call for our bloated babe. Heading home for the holidays had filled her with nagging doubts over the past week or so. After all, she hadn't seen her folks for more than year – and she was sure that her Mom was going to be a little less than impressed that she hadn't gotten her high-school figure back yet.
Even worse, Kimberly was meeting up with her two besties from High School, who she hadn't seen since heading out of state for college. What would they make of her new figure? What if they were still the proud owners of slim high-school bods? What if they didn't recognise her?
All these thoughts had discomforted the ballooning blonde, and she fretted for the first time that maybe she should be doing more to get in shape. Still, the worries were nothing that she couldn't handle, so long as she had a nice comforting snack to hand.
Sitting in the airplane, her tummy tightly confined by the uncomfortable seatbelt and her hips spilling into the seat of the passenger next to her, all of Kimberly's doubts returned. She felt a pang of uneasiness, worsened by the rumblings of her belly. Her pretty brow wrinkled as she frowned. The hunger was unsettling her. Rubbing her tummy softly with one hand she pressed the call button with the other.
The slender flight attendant arrived within a few moments, answering the electronic call.
"Yes, miss, how can I help?" asked the trim girl, her smart uniform draping perfectly over her toned body.
Kimberly squirmed a little in her seat, reddening slightly, but pressed ahead with her question. "I was wondering, could you tell me how long till you srve lunch?"
(continued in post 12 of this thread)
