rockport67

Thanks so much for the feedback, it was my first attempt at something like this so really nice to see! I do hope to write more, how much I'm not sure (I'm conscious that it's quite long already), but I'd like to do another chapter or two. I wrote 1-5 last summer then started chapter 6 before Christmas, it took me until yesterday to get around to finishing it but hopefully my next one will come a little quicker!

Chapter 6 As the clock ticked 10.15pm Tanya grunted and shifted her weight slightly in an attempt to relieve her discomfort. It was no good. The pressure around her middle was excruciating. Conceding defeat, Tanya reached for the button on her struggling jeans. The first attempt didn’t go well, the waistband was cutting deeply into her midsection and in her seated position her stuffed tummy bulged over it, rendering the button almost inaccessible. She tried again, this time with both hands, arching her back and sucking in as best she could. Even then it was a struggle, but after a few attempts Tanya was slowly able to tease the button out of the hole. She felt so full it was a struggle holding her breath, managing just long enough to snick the zipper down before releasing with an almighty sigh. Her full tummy instantly surged forwards, pressing her now released jean flaps wide apart and down as it did so. Pressure thankfully relieved, Tanya smiled contentedly as she once again adjusted position and slouched back into the soft leather chair. As she reached for the TV remote, Tanya caught her reflection in the blank television screen across the room. Momentarily taken aback, she looked down as if to confirm things really were as they seemed in the dark glass of the TV. Gazing below her full looking breasts, the roundness of her stomach pressed forward and took centre stage. As with most of her wardrobe, her top was tight by design but it was stretched far beyond what was intended not only by her generous boobs, but also by her overfull gut below. Her top had ridden up, exposing most of Tanya’s tan stomach and a rather deep looking belly button. At her waist, the flaps of her jeans were inches apart and Tanya’s tummy pressed outward between them, gently resting on her rather plump looking thighs which pulled tightly at the seams of her jeans. Slightly unsettled, Tanya gentled poked at the smooth looking flesh of her belly and was briefly dismayed to see the resulting jiggle. Taking stock, Tanya quickly rationalised it was no real surprise she was a little bloated, the culprit (well, culprits) were lying on the floor after all. The huge pizza box lay empty, as did the carton of wings, 1.5 litre bottle of coke and a tub of ben and jerry’s beside it. It wasn’t even her fault really, the meal deal meant a personal size pizza and drink would have cost just as much on its own AND she wouldn’t have had wings OR ice cream. What was she supposed to do?! Stuffed to the gills, Tanya giggled to herself, she had to admit she was secretly impressed at how much she had managed to put away. No wonder she had a bit of a food baby going on! And anyway, she’d earned this, it was her blowout! Ok, so she’d used that line before but this time it was true. January was fast approaching and soon Tanya would join the ranks of New Year’s resolutioners at one of her town’s gyms and any effects from this pizza would be a memory of the distant past. Not that Tanya was expecting there to BE any effects anyway, she had been so good lately - surely that had to offset a few extra calories today? It had been a couple of months since THAT incident with the skinny jeans and even though she remained adamant mum had shrunk them, her mum’s comments about her eating habits, well intentioned as they were, had stung. As far as she was concerned there was still no need to diet or exercise, but instead Tanya had begun a stubborn campaign of denying her mum any more ammunition to cover up washing shrinkage by accusing HER of being at fault. To an outsider the goings on over the last few weeks would have been really rather odd. Every time mum was in view Tanya (in her mind at least) was good as gold, she’d still often be munching on something, but it was a special K bar rather than crisps or an apple in place of chocolate. When mum wasn’t home or Tanya was in her room, however, it was a different story – she was still a serial snacker, tucking in to whatever was available. It was almost second nature. Her midnight snacks were like clockwork, and frequently crisps bags, chocolate wrappers and occasionally fast food wrappers could all be found in the small bin in her room which Tanya would stealthily empty at opportune moments while Mrs Stockman was out of the house. With her mum working a shop in town, the run up to Christmas had seen a marked increase in the hours Mrs Stockman was away from home, something Tanya had been taking full advantage of. For her part, Mrs Stockman wasn’t fooled. The first time she saw her daughter with an apple in hand she had thought perhaps for a moment that Tanya had accepted that the jeans incident was her own fault. That notion was quickly dispelled, however, by how standoffish Tanya had been with her ever since. Mrs Stockman knew her daughter, and was well aware there was no sense in arguing with Tanya when she was like this, better just to bite her tongue and sooner or later she would come round. Another thing Mrs Stockman was well aware of was the contents of the fridge, she was the one who stocked it, and lately the one who also marvelled at how quickly it became empty again - particularly of chocolate milkshake, cookies, and generally anything else her daughter was known to be fond of. As the weeks rolled by she had watched with faint amusement as Tanya kept up a pretence of healthy eating in front of her, yet all the while the evidence grew (along with Tanya) that all was not as it seemed. Tanya’s mother had observed early on that her daughter was basically living in sweatpants. OK, so she had mostly been lounging at home, but Mrs Stockman suspected this wasn’t the only reason Tanya’s other less forgiving clothes had been consigned the back of the wardrobe. Tanya had always bought her clothes to fit closely around her shapely bum, but as the weeks rolled on even her sweats were becoming ridiculously snug, clinging like a second skin to what seemed to be an ever widening ass and increasingly thick thighs. The top half of Tanya’s wardrobe was faring little better, bra straps could be seen visibly digging into her back and at the front her boobs were overflowing from the cups of all her bras. Tanya’s array of tight tops only served to accentuate the effect and could be seen to be visibly tight around fleshy upper arms and were constantly riding up around her growing tummy and softening love handles. At one point last week Mrs Stockman had caught sight of her daughter in profile. She had been amazed at just how thick Tanya had gotten compared with years gone by, her always ample bum sat atop plump thighs and pressed outward behind her, her large breasts prominently stuck out in front, and at this rare moment when Tanya wasn’t holding it in, her belly was holding its own too, curving proudly beyond the waistband of her sweats and stretching the tight material of her tshirt as it did so. Even then, Mrs Stockman decided it was best not to broach the subject with her daughter. After all, the rate Tanya was going reality was sure to hit home soon enough. The final piece of the puzzle for Elizabeth had come this morning before leaving for work. All bar one pair of Tanya’s sweats had been in the wash and the last pair unfortunately had chocolate milkshake mysteriously spilled on them in the middle of the night. Feeling slightly guilty at how amusing she found it all, Mrs Stockman had quickly realised Tanya’s only real option was to wear some of her clothes that didn’t stretch. This could be the moment she’d been waiting for. In her room, Tanya too had drawn the same conclusion. While in still strongly in denial about the extent of her weight gain, she was self-aware enough to see she was perhaps not in the best shape of her life. Besides, by Tanya’s reckoning her tummy was still at least partially swollen from the rather substantial snack in the early hours of the morning which had caused the spillage problem in the first place. At least it looked that way. Flicking slightly anxiously through her wardrobe, Tanya thought it best to play safe. As luck would have it, she soon found a pair of jeans she had forgotten ever owning. Long since cast aside, they’d been bought shortly after her exams in second year – Tanya recalled she had been a little over 130 then and figured things couldn’t be much different now. Besides, the reason she had never really worn them was because even then they had been too big. They were baggy around her bum and the waist had been loose enough to mean she had needed a belt. All in all they’d been a bit of a waste but that morning Tanya was grateful she had never gotten around to returning them. As she pulled them on, Tanya couldn’t help but feel the resistance around her thighs. She was also struggling to ignore the snug grip around her bum. What she absolutely could NOT ignore was the button. Ok, so she hadn’t worn jeans in a while but no way was it normally this much effort! Cursing, she sucked in again for another attempt. Nope. A different angle was called for. Lying down on her bed, she sucked in again, hard, and this time just managed to press the button home. With a firm tug zipper grudgingly made it’s way up too and with the crisis averted, Tanya triumphantly bounced to her feet, her little gut jiggling slightly as she did so. Tanya was far too pleased to notice though, and with as much of a spring in her step as the tight material would allow she made her way downstairs. Even though she was rushing round getting ready for work Mrs Stockman couldn’t help but steal a glance or two as Tanya beamed her way into the kitchen. Her daughter was obviously pleased. Although nothing had been said by either party it was abundantly clear to both that after the events of the last few months the jeans question had taken on a special unspoken significance that morning. Elizabeth had to admit her daughter had surprised her, the way Tanya had been eating she didn’t deserve to have anything fit, yet here she was parading round the kitchen making no effort to contain her smugness. From Tanya’s point of view the display was justified. The wry smile on her mum’s face that morning as she had explained all Tanya’s sweats were in the wash said more than words ever could. It was clear to Tanya that Elizabeth expected her to have major wardrobe trouble, and yet here standing proudly before her, was evidence that this wasn’t the case – as far as Tanya was concerned this was a pretty big win; the unspoken question of the jean shrinkage, to Tanya’s mind at least, was finally answered. Tanya – 1, Mum – 0. Looking more closely though, Elizabeth realised all was not as it seemed. The pants were unfamiliar, though Mrs Stockman vaguely recalled seeing them once before when they were notable only for being one of the few items of clothing Tanya had chosen that hung loosely on her curvy frame. Today though, Tanya was positively packed into them. Where fabric had once hung loosely around Tanya’s backside, today the seams stretched and strained, packed with barely a millimetre to spare. The waistband too was a snug fit, with tight creases in the material around the button as it valiantly held on. As Tanya plopped her widened rump on a stool at the breakfast bar, her top rode up at the back and her waistband could be seen tightly cutting into her love handles leaving a tanned muffin top on display. Had Mrs Stockman been standing in front she was quite sure she have seen her daughter’s tummy pooching over the waistband too but sadly for now such a view was obscured. Distracted from observing any further, Elizabeth realised the time. She really had to go. “Tanya sweetie I have to run. Remember I’m working until 11 tonight so sort your own dinner out, ok?” “No problem Mum, I think there’s some salad in the fridge!” Tanya cheerily called back. Already marching through the hall, Mrs Stockman could only raise a sceptical eyebrow as she closed the front door behind her. As the clock turned 10.30pm Tanya was snapped out of reflecting on the morning’s victory by the buzz of her phone. It was mum texting to say she might have to stay an extra half hour. Tanya rolled her eyes, she was 21 and capable of fending for herself. Besides, after the last couple of months the longer the better. Glancing down again at her distended belly she smirked, “mum would love to catch me like this. Speaking of which, better get rid of the evidence!” After all, it had been a celebration of sorts after the morning’s events and there was no sense giving her mum the satisfaction of seeing her now. With difficulty Tanya lumbered to her feet. The flaps on her jeans were forced wide apart but luckily they were so tight around the rest of her that there was no danger they would fall down. After gathering up her rubbish she slowly plodded her way toward the bin in the back garden. She really was awfully full. As she slowly made her way back into the house she was overcome with the same sense of rebellious glee she’d felt so many times in the dead of night after her midnight smoking expeditions when younger. That was when the idea came into her head, how couldn’t she have thought of it sooner! The perfect way to top off the perfect crime she smiled. Even better, since she had almost an hour before anyone came home there’d be no need to perform any window acrobatics tonight, which was just as well given how full she was. As Tanya slowly climbed the stairs she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She was so full her breathing felt laboured, but she was almost there. Prize retrieved, she made her way back downstairs and outside. Tanya wouldn’t have called herself a smoker these days as such, but she kept a pack in her room for emergencies and moments such as this. Since the night with Jonny she hadn’t seen fit to use the roof outside her room again, it was too much effort, and besides cookies and chocolate milk was a good substitute. Tonight though, she was celebrating and besides, if she tried to eat or drink anything else she felt like she’d burst! Back outside, the cool night air caressed her skin as she sat on the low wall at the edge of the garden while she lit and slowly savoured her cigarette. There was something about a cigarette after a heavy meal that always provided immense satisfaction and tonight was no exception. After finishing, Tanya sat in silence for 10 minutes or so, trying in vain to let her mammoth meal settle. She ran her hands over and around her tummy, feeling a strange enjoyment in the sensation of her hands rubbing back and forth. It stuck out enough she was actually able to cup both hands under it and lift it slightly, then let go and watch it drop back into place with a wobble. Tanya tried stretching her top down to meet the waistband of her open jeans, but to her amusement found it sprang straight back up above her belly button as soon as she let go. Eventually, Tanya let out a grunt as she heaved to her feet. That was when she noticed the last cigarette in the pack. It seemed the perfect end to an evening that had so far been entirely devoted to greed. Besides, it was her blowout! January 1st was just around the corner so better getting rid of all temptation tonight. With barely a moment’s hesitation, Tanya put the cigarette to her lips, plopped back down on the wall and lit it. That was when she heard it. The unmistakeable sound of her mum’s car crunching the gravel as it turned into her driveway. “Shit! No way its 11.30 already, is it?” Hurriedly Tanya extinguished the cigarette. “Now what!” Thinking quickly, Tanya realised she couldn’t just walk in without her mum wondering what she was doing outside at 11.30 at night in only a skimpy t shirt and jeans. Screw it, she’d think of something. As energetically as she could, Tanya bounced to her feet, feeling her full stomach wobble as her centre of gravity changed. That was when she remembered the open button on her jeans. “Can’t walk in like this” she groaned. Leaning back against the wall, she breathed in and tugged as hard as she could but it was useless. Stuffed to the limit, her gut meant the flaps were separated by inches and she was far too full to make any sort of useful impression by sucking in. A few more futile attempts left her panting for breath and no further forward. Tanya knew it was no good. “Plan B I guess”, she wasn’t sure exactly what that was, but what she did know was there was no way she was going in to her mum bursting out of her pants to the point they wouldn’t even button and stinking of cigarette smoke. Tanya had always had a slight rebellious side, but not one that gave her any desire to face that situation, even at 21. There had to be another way. She could see her mother in the kitchen and figured she would assume Tanya was in bed. If mum went to bed too, Tanya reckoned she could tiptoe back in, sneak upstairs, and no one would be any the wiser. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Still on edge from dealing with idiots in her shop, Elizabeth had sat herself in front of the TV to unwind and didn’t look like she was going to move for a while. Tanya cursed to herself. The layout of her house meant there was no way of getting in either door without being seen from the living room. Shivering slightly in the cold, Tanya realised it was decision time. “No way is she winning this”, she muttered.

Chapter 5 Standing eagerly on her bed, it all came flooding back to Tanya. Her bed was tight against the wall and if she bent over the window was at a nice convenient height for her to slip through head first. From there she’d zip through til she could grab the drainpipe on the bathroom wall and then simply slide the rest of herself through until about mid shin when she could drop a foot down onto the roof outside to steady herself and finally bring the other down as well. Getting back inside was marginally more tricky, mostly because the angle wasn’t as good; she wasn’t as high due to there being nothing to stand on, but also because there was no drainpipe in her room to steady herself. Nonetheless she’d perfected the technique over the years to the point where in she could ease through in either direction in what almost seemed to be one fluid motion which, before university at least, lasted mere seconds. Tonight though, Tanya’s technique felt a little rusty. She started to ease through, arms first, and as she poked her head through she marvelled at just how little space there was. As usual, her shoulders went through without much drama but then came her breasts. She recalled noticing the window brushing them last year, but tonight she was pleased to see they’d grown again. They were tightly, compressed against her chest and only by fully exhaling and pushing her tummy out as she inched forward could she finally squeeze them through. “One hurdle down, one to go” she smirked to herself. It felt good being rebellious again, even if it was proving to be more effort than before. Tanya noticed she had taken almost a minute to get to this stage, much longer than even getting her full body through had taken in the past. “Phew, I’m out of practice! Guess there has to be some drawbacks to having great boobs”, she panted. Once she’d caught her breath, Tanya confidently pressed forward. She knew the drill from here; from past experience she knew the drainpipe handily came into reach just before the roundest part of her ass and provided a useful aid in getting through. In her younger days there was scarcely any need, her whole body had lithely slipped through with ease, but Tanya recalled over the last couple of years a little more care around her prize bum was increasingly becoming required. As she slid her midsection through, Tanya was again distracted from her thoughts. “Huh?” This wasn’t right at all - she stopped, the drainpipe still inches away from her grasp. Taking stock, she realised the unfamiliar sensation was actually the window frame pressing against her increasingly tubby tummy and love handles. The butterflies in her stomach came back in force and she hissed angrily to herself, “REALLY?!” Momentarily, Tanya wondered once again if perhaps Mum had a point, but then almost as quickly she remembered her sizeable midnight snack. “Of course! I’m just full!” Despite herself, she didn’t feel entirely convinced, and as she looked at her belly she couldn’t help but think it was a loooonnnng way off the flat stomach she once had prided herself on, but whatever – this wasn’t the time to worry. Sucking in, she shimmied her way forward. Tanya noticed that even sucking in as much as her abdominal muscles would allow, her belly still didn’t quite go flat, although it did at least reduce in size enough to slip through with no real hassle. As a result, it was soon through and as Tanya gratefully exhaled as she felt it round back out. By this time, Tanya was getting a little worried. Ok, so the boobs were always going to pinch, but her tummy? That was a new one. And now, to top it all off she had to get her ass through. The same ass that had bust her jeans wide open earlier. The same ass that even LAST YEAR, had brushed the window frame a little more than she’d expected. That was before a full year of coursework, final exams, and graduation parties. Had she really gained weight? As quickly as the doubts appeared, she brushed them away. Of course not. She’d worn the same damn clothes right up until she came home so she must have been the same size. Sure, she’d been home a couple of weeks now (actually it was over a month), but even so, things couldn’t have changed that much? Could they? To be honest, yes. Had Tanya been honest with herself, she’d have admitted that things had changed even before she got home. Clothes were already feeling snug, and her ass and thighs were already softening and spreading, followed closely by her little tummy. The last time she’d weighed herself was at the end of last summer, after two months of enforced healthy eating and she’d come in at a not too shabby 123lbs. Mentally, she’d rounded down to 120, and even allowing maybe 5 lbs for exam (and more recently midnight snack) weight since then she figured she no way could she be any heavier than her all time high of 130. In fact, had Tanya bothered to weigh herself, she’d have found she was already 135 by when she got home, and since then she’d added several more pounds to her increasingly curvaceous figure. Ignorance, sometimes, is bliss though, and so it was tonight as she eagerly pressed onward through her slightly undersized escape route. Hands around the drainpipe, she began to pull. “Ok, so THIS is tight”, she muttered. All around she could feel the wooden window frame painfully constricting against her juicy bum, grinding her progress to a halt. Gritting her teeth, Tanya felt herself getting riled up, “I’m GOING to FIT”, she grunted. Her arms quivered with the effort of pulling, how had she so little upper body strength! Changing tactic, she let go of the pipe and pressed her hands against the window frame. Pushing was easier, and as she wriggled about, she could slowly but surely feel herself squeezing through. “Stupid mum…I can still…….get…through…this damn…window….gained weight my…..NNNNRRRGGGHHH…ASS!” Suddenly, her whole body shaking from the exertion, Tanya’s butt triumphantly popped through. It came loose so suddenly she almost shot right through and fell, only at the last minute managing to grab the drainpipe and steady herself. Quickly she slipped her thick thighs through and FINALLY she was back on solid ground. The whole ordeal had taken her over 5 minutes, but it had felt like an hour. Her hips and backside were stinging in pain, and she was actually sweating from the effort, but Tanya felt on top of the world. She’d won! This PROVED she had the same sexy figure she always did! Mum’s naysaying could be cast aside for the misguided nonsense she’d known it was all along. “And now, for a victory celebration”, Tanya smiled to herself. Eagerly she removed her prize from the battered pack. She fished for a lighter, but didn’t find one. “Ohh, you have GOT to be kidding”. Had she really forgotten? After checking again, it appeared so. Furious with herself for being so stupid, Tanya considered her options. Going back inside meant three more trips through that damn window - no way! Sure, she could go back inside and go to bed, but she realllly wanted a smoke now, and dammit she’d earned it! She sat down, back against the wall, exhaled loudly and aimlessly kicked a small stone off the roof as she pondered what to do. The resulting clang startled her, unseen in the darkness, the stone had hit something metallic and caused a noise Tanya was certain would wake someone. Sure enough, Tanya froze as a light suddenly flicked on in her neighbours house. The two houses were built side by side, in a mirror image of each other. Looking across, Tanya relaxed as she realised it was the room adjacent to hers. “Jonny”, she whispered softly. Jonny was her neighbour’s son, a year older than Tanya, the two had had a sort of girl/boy next door friendship for years until she’d moved away. They’d never really been romantically involved, although either one would’ve had a hard time denying they’d found the other attractive, it was just one of those relationships which for one reason or another had remained definitely flirtatious but largely platonic. Excitedly, Tanya realised she hadn’t seen Jonny in forever, he’d moved away for work shortly after she’d gone to uni and was only home sporadically. They’d crossed paths last summer briefly but other than that contact had been restricted to the odd facebook chat here and there. Tanya realised she hadn’t even known he was home. Slowly the window opened and Tanya smiled as she saw the stubbly shaved head of her neighbour emerge, “hey baldy!” she giggled. “Hey fatty”, came the reply. Tanya winced a little at that one. She knew it was harmless, Jonny hadn’t even looked at her, let alone decided she was fat, but it still stung. The names were meaningless pet names coined years ago when they were kids. Once upon a time Jonny had shaved off his brown curls to emulate his favourite footballer. It suited him and he’d kept it, but Tanya had ribbed him mercilessly ever since (even though she actually thought it was pretty hot), in return, Jonny had called her fatty (even though in those days she was rail thin) and the two names had stuck firmly ever since. “Ugh don’t start that, shut up and get your ass out here! And bring a lighter ok?” called Tanya. Jonny dutifully obliged. The fact the houses were mirror images meant his room too had the kind of balcony setup the same as Tanya’s, though in Jonny’s case the window was a side opening rather than at the top, and much larger, meaning all he really had to do was step over the windowsill to get in and out. “Still not told your folks, eh?” Jonny flashed a crooked smile at Tanya as he tossed her the lighter over the gap between their houses. “Don’t need to, unlike you I have will power and I’m quitting!” retorted Tanya. Jonny chuckled as he watched Tanya light and take a deep drag of her cigarette before exhaling. “Really? Looks like it’s going well for you” he smiled. “Tonight doesn’t count” Tanya countered. With that, she began to launch into her version of the night’s events as Jonny listened intently. For the most part, Tanya’s version was honest, although she did miss out most of the food related stuff. Jonny alternated between sniggering and doing his best attempt at sympathy as Tanya told him all about her ill fated jeans, the shrunken shorts and the ensuing row where Mrs Stockman had blamed it all on Tanya. He’d always liked her, and even when she launched into huge moans like this one her engaging smile and quirky sense of humour meant he was only too happy to sit and listen patiently, “and then, after her saying ALL that, I can still get out here anyway so she HAD to have shrunk them after all!” Tanya had finished telling her story and gazed at him, waiting on a response. Jonny, for several seconds said nothing as he started back, seemingly deep in thought. “Hmmm.. Dunno kid, maybe that window is just bigger…” His face cracked into a smile as he said it and Tanya placed her hands on her hips and pouted back in mock indignation. “You are SUCH a dick!” she giggled. Both knew it was a joke. For her part Tanya had never really expected a serious response from Jonny anyway, besides, with her mood much improved, she was starting to see the funny side. The conversation moved on to other areas. Stealing glances when she could, Tanya subtly admired her neighbour, it’d been a while since she’d seen him and it appeared he’d been hitting the gym a little. He’d always been slim, but now he had broad shoulders, and well defined arms to compliment his lean physique. “Yup. Definitely hot”, she smiled to herself. Jonny too, was quietly scrutinising his neighbour as she talked. First impressions, she was still smoking hot. Tanya really did have the face of an angel, and the body to match. Last time he’d saw her, as usual he’d been transfixed by that impossibly sexy figure. She could’ve been a model in his opinion; great boobs, that perfect flat stomach and her firm, large, and yet perfectly formed butt. He remembered thinking he could scarcely believe it was the same person as the waif like playmate he’d spent years growing up beside. Last time he saw her it was towards the end of last summer, he’d poked his head over the fence for a chat and she’d been lying sunning herself in the garden in nothing but a scanty bikini and had looked every inch the vision of perfection, to the point he could hardly put words into his mouth. As the memories came flooding back, he looked more closely at Tanya. Her face seemed softer tonight somehow, rounder, and as she talked and particularly when she laughed he thought he could see glimpses of a double chin. Her boobs certainly seemed bigger, they were almost bursting out of the white tank top she wore. Tearing his eyes away from them, Jonny noticed Tanya’s upper arms, always thin and toned in the past, they definitely looked a little on the fleshy side. She was sitting crossed legged directly facing him on the roof opposite, and even through her pyjama bottoms, Jonny thought her thighs looked thicker. Maybe it was just the way she was sitting but he could see her waistband was definitely cutting in and causing a little muffin top too. He couldn’t quite make up his mind. Tanya definitely SEEMED ‘different’, yet throughout that entire story about her jeans she seemed certain she hadn’t gained any weight? ‘Maybe I’m imagining it’, thought Jonny. ‘Or maybe she is…’ As if to confirm his suspicions, Tanya, still sitting crossed legged, paused from her story about a last minute all nighter she’d pulled before her finals. She pulled her shoulders back and stretched her spine upward as she inhaled, forcing her boobs up and out towards Jonny. Holding her pose, she flicked her hair back and reached up with both hands to tie it into a ponytail. The effect was spellbinding, although probably not the way she had envisaged. As she raised her arms up the skin tight white tank rode up around her middle, exposing a generous few inches of her decidedly tubby looking stomach. Jonny clearly caught a glimpse of the tan flesh as it spilled forward over the tight waistband of her pj bottoms, flanked on either side by two small love handles. Tanya barely seemed to notice, and milliseconds later as she resumed her story, she tugged the material back down again and little belly vanished as quickly as it appeared. Before either of them knew it, an hour had passed. Yawning, Jonny glanced at his watch and groaned. “I have work in 4 hours” he moaned. Tanya just laughed unsympathetically, “Well, go quietly.” “And try not to think of me lying in bed all morning” she added with a wry smile. Gathering herself up, Tanya prepared to go back inside. Jonny, who was still finishing another cigarette, sat curiously watching. Years back, when doing this it had always amazed him to see Tanya athletically clamber up onto the windowsill and easily slide her small frame through the tiny window. Tonight though, he thought he’d be amazed for a different reason. Tentatively, Tanya reached up and grasped the open window, her tank top again riding up and exposing her soft belly in the process. She tried heaving herself high enough to get a leg up onto the windowsill, her arms quivering with the effort, but it was useless. Jonny just sat and watched. After another feeble attempt, Tanya realised she was no closer to hoisting herself off the ground. “God, I’m such a weakling. Give me a boost?” This was new, thought Jonny. In all their years of secret smoking, he had never actually received an invite over to Tanya’s roof. Granted, he’d always imagined the invite would have been for something other than helping her inside, and truthfully if that was ever going to happen, he wished it had could have been last year when his sexpot neighbour appeared to be in better shape, but still, Tanya was Tanya and he wasn’t about to leave her to flounder. The gap was only 3 feet or so, but it looked bigger in the dark. Jumping hard, Jonny was happy to find he comfortably made it over. Standing by the window, he stooped down, cupped his hands between his knees for Tanya to stand in and braced himself. Tanya gently put her hands on his shoulders and placed her foot daintily into his waiting hands. He could smell her shampoo, Jonny also couldn’t help but notice the position Tanya was in was putting his face inches from her breasts. Tanya lingered a moment or two longer than was strictly necessary in this position as both enjoyed the moment, before she lowered her mouth to Jonny’s ear and gently whispered, “Ok, you ready?” Not waiting for an answer, the moment was shattered as she hoisted herself up with a grunt. Jonny couldn’t help himself but be surprised at her weight. His last girlfriend had weighed around 115 and compared to her Tanya felt like she weighed a ton. “Almost there!” she called. Jonny glanced up, his hands trembling slightly with the effort. Head already in the window, Tanya was slowly working her breasts through. Finally, she got here. Her foot removed from Jonny’s hands, Tanya stood on the windowsill, bent at the waist with her top half through. Jonny checked out her ass for the first time, it looked huge, still well formed, just, well…big. It took every fibre of his being not to slap it. He looked doubtfully at the size of the window it had to pass through, mentally sizing it up. ‘How the hell did she do that?’ he pondered. Glancing inside, he saw a red faced Tanya pushing and shoving both hands against the window frame for all she was worth. As she pulled her rotund stomach through she exhaled, and from Jonny’s angle its full girth was exposed. No matter what Tanya said, she was definitely bigger, noted Jonny. He called through “You, uhh.. ok from here?” “Yep, almost there!” Tanya called back. Jonny took that as his cue to leave and athletically hopped back across onto his own roof. As he did so, a muffled call followed him over, “Night baldy!” Turning back to face the source of the noise, Jonny couldn’t help but smile. As her plump thighs and legs kicked up and down frantically, he watched with a mixture of doubt and admiration as millimetre by millimetre Tanya’s distinctly chubby looking backside slowly but surely disappeared back inside. “Night fatty!”

Chapter 4 Tanya’s brow furrowed as she stamped her foot in what to an outsider would have appeared quite a cute display of petulance and frustration. What had started as a simple process of picking an outfit to go to town in tomorrow, quickly descended into a major wardrobe malfunction. The problem? Her skinny jeans. They’d always fit her closely, but this was ridiculous. Unbuttoned and with the zipper fully down, she was STILL having trouble getting them up her thighs, let alone over her generously proportioned bum. She tugged upwards at the material of each leg individually, before grabbing the waist of the jeans at the sides and jumping up and down for all she was worth, slowly inching herself in. Eventually she got there, though the jeans were obscenely tight - she could see the seams straining even around her thighs and she shuddered to think about what was happening round the back. Sucking in, she attempted the button. Nope, not even close. What the hell was going on with these?! Last time she’d worn them was a couple of months ago and it was fine. A better angle was needed. She lay on her bed, flat on her back. Lifting her head, she peered down over her breasts and was surprised to find she still couldn’t see the flaps, her view obscured by the upward mound of her belly. It didn’t look very toned. It didn’t FEEL toned either when Tanya curiously poked her finger in. “Whoa, big dinner” she muttered to herself. There was no time to ponder further and Tanya gritted her teeth as she sucked in hard, pulling the flaps on her jeans for all she was worth. She made little headway at first, but slowly but surely they came. Eventually, wincing in pain, she got there, and with some difficulty the button finally snicked through it’s hole and the zipper made it’s way up too. Panting and flushed, Tanya’s head flopped backwards onto her pillow, and still flat on her back, she smiled. “Jeez, I was almost worried for a second there”. Next up, was a button down blouse, and compared to the jeans it wasn’t too much trouble. Sure, it felt a little tight around her arms, and yes the buttons gapped widely around her breasts but overall it looked good. It also hid the fact that even when she breathed in, her tightly constricting jeans were causing a considerable muffin top. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, Tanya took stock of what she saw. The jeans were painted on. There were pockets on the back, but she doubted she could get even a finger into one, so tight was the material. Seams and stitches were straining to the absolute maximum of their capacity right across her expansive derriere, and in profile her ass jutted out prominently behind her. “No way these were so tight before” observed Tanya, “did Mum wash them too hot? Nothing else has been this tight, plus I’ve been cutting back”. That wasn’t strictly true, three more weeks had passed by this stage and Tanya had spent almost all of it in sweats, tights, or her pyjamas. Sarah was away with work, and with nothing to occupy her time Tanya had simply lazed at home, grazing away when the mood took her. Sure, she hadn’t been back to McDonalds, or even tackled a pizza again, but nonetheless she was snacking much much more than what anyone could reasonably deem to be ‘cutting back’. She’d given up the midnight snacks at first, but still not sleeping, that hadn’t lasted either. The first night she caved, it was one cookie, most nights since, two and on a couple of occasions when her greed had got the better of her, including last night, it had been three. “Three is less than 4, so it’s still cutting back” she reasoned with herself. Having washed any doubts from her mind with this fresh dose of denial, Tanya arrived back at the conclusion that the jeans had shrunk in the wash. It was obvious really, Tanya washed everything at 30 degrees at uni because electric was cheaper, and her mum probably used 60, so that had to be it. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow”, she decided. “In the meantime hopefully these will stretch back out.” Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be. Top chosen, and jeans just about on, Tanya picked out a pair of heels. They were about 4 inches high, and had a tricky little buckle on the front to secure over her foot. They looked amazing on and she loved the extra height, but the tiny buckle made it tricky to get the strap secured properly. Needing to sit down to do so, Tanya plopped herself down on the end of her bed. That’s when it happened. Already strained to breaking point, the jeans were simply unable to cope as Tanya’s oversized bum spread out below her as she sat. With a distinctive ripping noise, the material split right across the backside of jeans. As Tanya felt the pressure around her constricted bum release, she swore loudly. Her jeans were ruined! Furiously she unbuttoned them (she still had to suck in a lot but was too angry to notice) and hauled them off as quickly as she could. Even split across the bum, the jeans still had a vice like grip around her plump thighs. Fuelled by outrage and indignation Tanya grasped and clawed until reluctantly off they came. The nearest thing to hand was a pair of daisy duke shorts. Heaving them on, Tanya found that much to her dismay these too were struggling to stretch around her bum and thighs. Huffing mightily, Tanya found there was no way she could reconcile button and hole. “Mum must have shrunk these too!” she hissed. Undeterred, she folded the flaps back in such a way that their being open at least looked half intentional, grabbed the ruined jeans, and marched downstairs. Mrs Stockman heard the purposeful thud of angry footsteps coming down the stairs. Her husband was out, so the steps could only be Tanya. Sure enough, as the sound stopped, her daughter burst into the room. “Mum, have you SEEN this?” she cried, waving the ruined jeans out in front. “Oh, my, what happened?” Elizabeth replied. Tanya, still incensed, quickly snapped back “Oh, come ON, Mum. They’ve been through the hot wash, I’ve washed them loads of times, you do it once, and now they’re ruined!” Feeling slightly defensive, Mrs Stockman cast a doubting glance back at her daughter, even in the heat of the moment she noticed Tanya’s glowering face seemed more rounded, and with the slightest hint of a double chin as she looked down at the stricken jeans in her outstretched hand. Her breasts too, strained the top she wore round the buttons and her fleshier upper arms filled the sleeves. Further down, Tanya’s rounded stomach pressed outward noticeably between the wide open flaps of her undersized daisy dukes and her thickened thighs squeezed out of them at the bottom, pressing lightly together their tops as she stood. Mrs Stockman knew it would be a similar spectacle around the back, as Tanya’s juicy ass no doubt was testing the denim shorts to their very limit. If Tanya genuinely thought this problem was caused by shrinkage, rather than her own expansion, she was badly mistaken. As gently as she could, Mrs Stockman began in a low voice “Honey…I, I haven’t even washed those – you haven’t worn them. In fact, you’ve barely worn anything that isn’t sweats! You’ve been home nearly a month now, you haven’t exercised once and almost every time I see you you’re eating! Are you sure it’s the wash that’s the problem?” ‘Whoa, ok, that sounded blunter than I’d hoped’, thought Mrs Stockman. For several seconds her words hung in the air. Tanya stared back, open mouthed, for what felt like an eternity before finally she spoke. Her voice was low and firm, “you know what, mum? If you won’t even admit it, just forget about it. I lived alone for three years, I know how to wash my own damn clothes and if you’re really going to try and blame me for this, then fine. I’ve nothing more to say to you”. With that, Tanya span round, and with her ass sashaying hypnotically inside her suffering shorts, she stormed out and back up to her room. Hours later, in the dead of night, Tanya was still fuming. It was coming up on 3am. She’d already been down for her usual midnight snack but still Tanya couldn’t sleep. Fuelled by indignant rage, Tanya had taken all 6 cookies in the fridge tonight, wolfing them down without a moment’s thought. She’d have taken 10 if they were there. The full bottle of chocolate milk had been taken too and as Tanya lay almost a litre of the creamy milkshake sloshed inside her bloated stomach. How DARE her mum say she’d put on weight. Impossible. Even if she did, you don’t just SAY that to someone! Besides no way would it be so much as to burst her pants! She had never gained weight like that! As angry thoughts whirled around in her head Tanya flicked on her light and moved in front of her mirror. Everything looked good to her. Were her arms a little fleshier? Nah, probably just her imagination. Her tank top was riding up on what was rapidly becoming quite a significant tummy, racing outward to catch up with her breasts. Tanya grabbed it and watched it jiggle “Hmmm, probably all the milkshake” she reasoned. She noticed love handles too, and felt the snugness of her pyjamas cutting into her waist. These were newer ones, ones that had fit perfectly when she came home. Feeling slight butterflies in her stomach, Tanya’s mind was racing. Had mum shrunk these too? Maybe. On the other hand, as Tanya lightly traced her hands over the contours of her soft stomach she couldn’t help but doubt herself. “This really is swollen tonight…” Looking for reassurance, her first instinct was to weigh herself. The only scales were in her parent’s en suite. It was 3am, no way was she going in there! Apart from anything, if Mum saw her weigh herself, it’d make her think that she was right. Which she wasn’t. Nope, there had to be a better way. Suddenly, Tanya got it. Excitedly, she began digging in the bottom of her wardrobe. All she had to do was find her lucky PJs! They’d always fit, even if they were a little tight. By Tanya’s reckoning, all she had to do was find them and try them on. They were bound to still fit, and when they did, hey presto - all of a sudden she had a surefire way to prove mum at fault. She might even parade around downstairs in them to prove her point. Suddenly, she was distracted from her thoughts. This was even better than proving mum wrong! Out of the corner of her eye, hidden half inside an old handbag at the bottom of her wardrobe, Tanya had spied a half full pack of cigarettes. God knows when they were from, who cares? They were probably ancient or out of date or something, but Tanya figured with the night she was having she simply didn’t care. Quitting wasn’t even remotely in her mind right now. Consumed by a rebellious sense of opportunity and craving, a night time smoke seemed the perfect antidote to the day from hell. It also gave Tanya an incredible sense of immature satisfaction to know that she’d be doing something her mother would HATE. Yep, forget allll about the quitting, tonight Tanya was slipping back out onto that balcony for the first time in over a year and she was damn well going to enjoy it.

Chapter 3 Almost a week had passed since Tanya had come home, and for the most part all was going well. For once, Tanya’s limited resolve hadn’t totally fallen at the first hurdle, and she was coming up on her first week smoke free. Ok, so she’d thought about almost nothing else, she’d definitely been grumpy at times, and she’d turned into a bit of an insomniac, with a dose of milk and cookies in the early hours of the morning being the only thing that seemed to help her off to sleep. Luckily, this nocturnal activity hadn’t cause her any more issues since she’d had a chance to unpack. In fact, when dressed in clothing that fit properly, Tanya’s inspection of herself in her nightwear was met with total approval, her boobs were great – her cleavage always shown off to great effect in the tight white tank tops that were a staple of her night wear. Thankfully, without an obscenely tight waistband squeezing around her midriff the love handles she had pinched that first night were largely absent also, although there was no denying the soft flare of her body out towards her hips and often even a hint of her little tummy. While it was less flat than in the past and certainly less flat than she’d like, Tanya easily reassured herself that her tummy was far from fat, and with a slight tug down of the tank top (even the newer ones were prone to riding up a little) and what was rapidly becoming an almost unconscious sucking in and tensing motion of her abdominal muscles it was pretty easy to make it disappear, nearly at least. On the whole, though, Tanya felt everything was looking good. One thing she couldn’t help but notice, however, was that while her pants fit comfortably around her waist, they most definitely had gotten pretty snug around her rounded butt. The material was far from at its limit, but definitely felt tighter than she’d remembered in the past. It was no big deal really, Tanya prided herself on her bum and also recognised she’d been snacking a lot since she came home (she’d read this was common when quitting smoking anyway). Everyone puts on a couple of pounds sometimes, and at least it was going to her ass, she smiled. Even so, Tanya had decided she’d best be careful. She might even join that gym. What had been an uneventful few days was finally livened up by a call from her friend Sarah. The two hadn’t seen each other all year, and with Tanya now home she was looking to catch up. They’d been inseparable when younger, and while Tanya’s mum had in the past had had a few reservations about Sarah as a bit of a bad influence (she’d had an older boyfriend once upon a time and was often the main instigator when it came to parties and drinking), these days Sarah seemed to have calmed down and now curtailed by a 9-5 job she had almost become the sensible one of the two. Besides, thought Mrs Stockman, “it’ll do Tanya good to get out of the house for a bit.” Since she came home, Tanya’s mother had noticed her daughter barely did anything. She’d been moody and seemed lethargic, spending most of her days lounging in front of the TV in sweats, usually with a snack of some form in her hand. She’d noticed the night time fridge raids too, and truthfully Mrs Stockman had no idea how her daughter kept her figure, although this year she couldn’t help but notice Tanya had filled out a little. For the most part she conceded it looked good on her though, and Mrs Stockman proudly reflected her daughter was still stunning. Last year, she had noticed the same pattern when Tanya was home and had tried to nip it in the bud by putting the whole family on a healthy eating menu for the summer. While this had worked well, and Tanya ended up noticeably slimmer, her husband had hated it and this year Mrs Stockman had decided to leave it. Besides, Tanya was an adult now and probably just needed her own space to adjust to being back home in peace. As a result the subject was never broached with Tanya, and even though Mrs Stockman could swear Tanya’s figure had flourished even more than last year, she dutifully restocked the fridge and bit her tongue every time she saw the now familiar sight of her daughter’s shapely backside poking out of it. It was on the night out with Sarah that Tanya’s willpower slipped for the first time. After one too many drinks, Tanya’s nicotine cravings were amplified to fever pitch and with her inhibitions gone she had given in and taken up her friend’s generous offer to give her ‘just a couple’ out of her pack. It was better to wean herself off them anyway, Tanya rationalised, as going cold turkey had proven much harder than expected. After a few drags of her first smoke in a week, Tanya’s mood improved immeasurably, and as the thought of quitting slipped further and further away, Sarah and her spent the rest of the night merrily downing cocktail after cocktail, chatting up guys, and then, in Tanya’s case at least, wolfing down a large pizza on the long and wobbly walk home. The next morning, Tanya awoke with a splitting headache. She had forgotten just how bad hangovers could be. Rolling over in bed, she rubbed her eyes and checked her phone. It was 11.47 am – had she really slept all morning?! Guess so. It shouldn’t have been much of a surprise really, she had no idea what time she’d gone to bed, but she remembered the sun was up. Sitting up in bed, she groggily swung her feet onto the ground and put a foot in the discarded pizza box. Crap, what a mess! Thankfully it was empty. She kicked it to the side and immediately made her way to the shower. Once done she pulled on her sweatpants and a tight white tshirt. While tight by design, the shirt seemed a little more restrictive than usual, even feeling tight around her upper arms on the sleeves, and certainly across her breasts. Tanya also noticed, as she gave it a quick tug downward, that the outline of her belly button was visible under the tight fabric. As she reached up to tie her hair back, the shirt rode up and steadfastly stayed up even when she dropped her eyes to her sides again. With a self conscious tug to pull it down again, Tanya concluded her outfit wasn’t the classiest looking choice of clothing but on a day like today comfort was what was required. Concerns dismissed, Tanya lifted her phone to call Sarah to see how she was doing. As it happened, Sarah too was suffering. Badly. Without the benefit of three years of university, Sarah wasn’t remotely used to drinking sessions of last night’s proportions, and it showed. Unlike Tanya, she’d passed any sort of food last night and as a result despite her hangover she was ravenous today. Despite the full size pizza consumed a few hours ago, Tanya’s stomach was growling too, and with any promises to herself about being careful put on hold for today at least, she readily agreed when Sarah suggested they head for McDonalds. It was inevitable anyway, McDonalds had been a hangover ritual of theirs from way back, before Tanya had headed off to uni even, and while neither could really explain why, they’d found that after a night out, a dose of fast food usually helped them through the worst of their suffering. In the past the order had been pretty standard; two happy meals, two McFlurries and two diet cokes. Truthfully the diet coke from McDonald’s thing had always seemed a little ridiculous them, not that either would let on to the other. Both would’ve probably rather had a milkshake, but it acted as a sort of damage limitation and making this one concession meant both felt less guilty about a fast food binge, even though in truth it made precious little difference. In the past neither Sarah nor Tanya had wanted to be the one to ‘pig out’ and break it, so it had quickly been cemented into their visits as the drink of choice. On this visit, however, Sarah couldn’t help but notice it would take more than a diet coke to offset the calorific assault Tanya was unleashing upon herself. While Sarah stuck to protocol with the usual happy meal and diet coke, Tanya went all out – a large big mac meal, double cheeseburger (it was a really bad hangover, apparently), mcflurry and even a chocolate milkshake. Slightly perplexed, Sarah couldn’t help herself and when she enquired about the milkshake, Tanya explained with a confident smile that once she’d quit smoking for a while she was going to join a gym, and this was her final blowout. Sarah just smiled and nodded doubtfully, though Tanya was too engrossed in her meal to notice. To top it off, McDonalds were running a promotion with a chance to win various items with every purchase. Sarah hadn’t won, but on checking her drink Tanya had found a code that won her a free apple pie. To Sarah’s utter amazement, despite the code being valid for 6 months, on seeing she’d won Tanya’s face lit up with excitement and despite the huge meal she’d just ate, Sarah watched as Tanya heaved herself to her feet and ambled to the counter to claim her prize. As she made her way back to the table beaming from ear to ear, and already wolfing down her prize, Sarah noticed Tanya’s stomach, curving prominently outwards over her sweats and forcing the material of her tight tshirt to ride up above her belly button. It seemed to jiggle slightly with each step Tanya took, and for a fleeting moment Sarah found herself unable to look away. Thankfully, Tanya didn’t appear to notice, and as she approached, she gave her tshirt another firm tug downwards, and with that her swollen tummy disappeared behind the straining white fabric. On the ride home, Sarah had taken the opportunity to quiz Tanya about the big plans she had for joining the gym; apparently, the plan was to join in the new year when all the best deals were on to attract the new year’s resolutioners. Fair enough, agreed Sarah, but not before she pointed out it was only November now so Tanya’s blowout was coming pretty early. “Yeah, but who cares, it’s out of my system now” smiled Tanya “I dunno, today was just a good time. Even if I don’t start the gym until January I’m still gonna be healthy and maybe do some exercise between now and then just to get me started”. Sarah nodded and said nothing as she reached for her cigarettes, while she fished around for her lighter in the door pocket Tanya piped up again, “Hey, would you mind if I borrow one of those too? Seriously, after all that food it’s all I can think about” As Sarah took the first drag of her now ignited smoke, a wry smile crossed her face as she turned to her friend in the passenger seat, “No problem, go ahead.”

Chapter 2 After she was done admiring herself in the mirror, Tanya headed downstairs and elected for a large glass of chocolate milk as her beverage of choice. She used to love this stuff. Thinking about it she realised she hadn’t had it since heading off to university, but Mum had obviously remembered her favourites and stocked up for her coming home. Obviously you can’t have milk without cookies, and luckily mum had obliged here too and there was a pack of 4 large chocolate chip ones in the fridge calling out to her. She’d only taken out one to start, but then feeling greedy she’d gone back for more and lifted another two. These too had quickly disappeared, but as she cleared up and returned the half empty milk bottle to the fridge, she couldn’t help but notice the final one resting all alone inside the paper wrapper with only crumbs for company. She gently put a hand on her stomach as she weighed up her options. “Well, no sense leaving one I guess”, she thought with a smile and as the fridge light illuminated her soft silhouette, she daintily picked it up, retrieved the rest of the chocolate milk, and tiptoed quietly back up to her room. 2.57am. Midnight snack complete and appetite satisfied, Tanya suddenly became aware of the huge pressure around her waist. Her favourite pj pants, already on the verge of bursting before 4 large cookies and a double helping of chocolate milk, were clinging on for dear life. Going for the button, she realised they were so tight that finger power alone wasn’t going to do, and wincing a little, she tried sucking her full tummy in for all she was worth. Even that didn’t help as much as she’d have liked, but after a few attempts and gasping for breath, she finally got it, and as she exhaled with relief her soft little belly was released, instantly pushing the pants flaps a few inches apart. “Maybe 4 is overdoing it”, she frowned to herself, observing the red looking mark the waistband had left. Quickly discarding the thought, she slipped the offending pants off, flopped heavily into bed and quickly dozed off to sleep. The next few days were uneventful ones for Tanya, and that was fine by her. Six months ago she had graduated from University, with a mediocre degree in a mediocre subject. With pretty glum prospects for employment, she’d headed off to Australia straight after her graduation. The plan was originally to stay for a year but homesickness and a lack of money had cut this short and now here she was, back living with her parents at 21. It actually sounded worse than it was. After 6 months of living out of bags, the routine of home was nice, as was the all expenses paid food and electric, and the ever reliable cooking, cleaning and washing service known as Mrs Elizabeth Stockman. Tanya had always got on with her parents well; then again, she’d had few reasons not to. Although never really a wild child, on the rare occasions it was called for when she was younger she’d been good at covering her tracks. Besides, it had taken until first year at university for her to fully embrace the typical student partying lifestyle anyway, by which time her parents were a couple of hundred miles away and she was free to enjoy herself as she saw fit. In Tanya’s opinion there still hadn’t been much they wouldn’t approve of – certainly, there was more drinking than they’d have liked, and her mother no doubt would have passed a friendly comment or two to watch her eating habits (not that she was fat, just a “be careful”), but apart from that she was pretty good in her opinion. No one night stands (she’d had a couple of relationships but nothing too long term), no cheating on exams, no stealing, no drugs, nothing. Well, almost nothing. There was one small habit she’d picked up that they’d have HATED. Cigarettes. She didn’t even like to admit it herself, but in truth, like it or not, at some point during her time away she’d become a smoker. Actually, it had technically started the summer before she left home. A couple of her friends did it, and somehow she’d ended up trying a few puffs here and there and gotten to like it. At that time it was more of a rebellious thing than anything else (although she’d have been terrified of her parents finding out, they’d have been disappointed beyond belief!) In those early days it was something she did almost for the thrill, rather than to satisfy an addiction. Sometimes she’d wait til her parents went out and hide behind the shed for a sneaky puff, but more often than not her secret smoking was nocturnal. The layout of her house put her bedroom on the second floor, directly above part of the garage. The back of the garage extended into the garden beyond her room, meaning there was a few feet of flat roof directly outside Tanya’s bedroom window. It would have served as a kind of balcony had there been access, but unfortunately whoever built the house didn’t think to add a door. Tanya though, was not to be deterred. The sloping roof in her room meant her large bedroom window was slightly lower than normal, and while most of it was just the window pane, there were smallish windows at the top of each corner. While never intended for human passage, Tanya had worked out that by standing on her bed she was easily able to fit her slender body through these. The one on the right was easiest, as it was close to the bathroom wall. From there, she could slip her upper body out and grab the drainpipe to steady herself, before easing the rest of herself through and swinging her feet down. Once back on solid ground she was then free to enjoy a rebellious midnight cigarette on her own private smoking terrace. Such convoluted measures had all but been forgotten by the second day of first year, though. Free from the thought of being caught by her parents hundreds of miles away, Tanya was able to indulge herself without a second thought. At first it was only social smoking at parties, but the problem Tanya found was when the parties are nearly every day, the habit builds quickly. By the end of her first year at University Tanya had slipped into a habit of between 5 and 10 a day. She didn’t particularly like the fact she smoked, but between stressing when it was exam season, and partying when it wasn’t, there never seemed to be an ideal moment to quit. It was something she had resolved to do over the summer break that year while back home, but unfortunately Tanya didn’t DO willpower too well and the idea never really took off. The other thing that didn’t take off was telling her parents. Even at almost 20 years of age she couldn’t face the disappointed looks, and so very quickly the midnight veranda had gone back into use. At this stage Tanya had ALMOST hit the freshman 15, not that she’d really noticed, but luckily even at just under 125 the window didn’t pose her any real trouble. The same process of steely resolve which fell at the first hurdle was been repeated the summer after second year, and once again Tanya found herself making use of her midnight retreat. At the start of that particular summer, straight after an intensive few weeks of exams (and accompanying brain food), Tanya had been up to 130 or so, and while the window posed no danger, on several occasions she thought she had noticed more of a touch across her breasts and definitely round her bum as she squeezed through. Luckily, away from junk food and with the healthy home cooking that year (mum had decided everyone had to eat healthily shortly after Tanya came home that year, although she never did explain why), Tanya dropped back to (almost!) 120 over the summer and any concerns about passage the window were long forgotten. This year, though, things were different. This was the year she was finally going to DO it. Not tell her parents, obviously. That was ridiculous. Instead, Tanya had once again vowed to herself that her days as a smoker were gone. She had no exams and no parties, no peer pressure, and so long as she kept it from her parents, no freedom to smoke anyway so nothing was going to stop her. This time, she would NOT be put off. She’d pushed her luck for too long, somehow had managed to evade detection, and now was the time to quit while she was ahead. Maybe she’d even start a gym and get fit? Well, one step at a time – no point getting too hasty. But still, one thing was certain, she was totally, 100%, completely and utterly NOT going to have another cigarette, and she was DEFINITELY NOT going to sneak onto that rooftop again. Nope, never. No matter what.

Posted this on another forum a while back, but figured I may as well share it here too. First story so it's far from perfect but hopefully someone will enjoy. Chapter 1 Tanya let out a frustrated sigh and for what felt like the twentieth time that night threw back her bed covers and rolled over to check the time on her alarm clock. The red numbers glowered back at her; 2.23am. “Hopeless”, she sighed, to no one in particular. She felt thirsty. She lay on for a couple more minutes before deciding that since she wasn’t sleeping anyway, she might as well hydrate herself. With a groggy yawn she stretched, heaved herself into a sitting position at the side of her bed, and slipped on her pyjama bottoms. Well, slipped probably wasn’t the right word. It was her first night at home in 6 months, and as she hadn’t yet made time to unpack, Tanya had made do with some old stuff lying in her wardrobe. Old, in Tanya’s case, meant smaller. Her pyjama bottoms in particular reflected this, and had definitely gone beyond what could even reasonably be described as ‘snug’. Pausing momentarily to think about it, she reflected she shouldn’t really be surprised. They had initially been an unwanted gift from her grandmother in 2011. They’d have been sent to a charity shop years ago but she’d got them the last time she saw her grandmother before she passed away, so sentimental value meant they had been kept at the bottom of her wardrobe, seemingly perfect for occasions just such as this. Unfortunately for Tanya, 2011 was now 5 years ago, and the clothing had been bought with a flat chested, rail thin teenage version of her in mind. Tanya had been a bit of a late bloomer and all through school her humming bird metabolism meant she literally never thought about what, how much, or when she ate. It wasn’t really until 6th form she’d started to fill out, for the most part due to natural changes, but natural changes no doubt helped by a surprisingly tasty school canteen and a surprisingly healthy appetite, especially when studying. The changes were all positive though, and by her 18th birthday she was stunning – standing at 5’4 and weighing in at the perfect 110 lbs she had maintained her flat stomach but her breasts had developed nicely and she had also grown a rather prominent, yet firm and shapely ass which had become the envy of virtually every girl in her year and put Tanya Stockman truly on the radar of every boy as well. Three years at university had passed since then, as had another 25 lbs on the scale. Years of carefree eating meant she was totally undisciplined when it came to food, and constant parties, buffet style canteen dining and cramming for exams (with plenty of energy food, obviously) meant booze and calories were never in short supply. You still wouldn’t have called her fat, but certainly on her 5’4 frame the change was noticeable. (Very) curvy was probably the best way to put it. At first everything had gone to her ass, which Tanya had no problem with, but certainly as the weight went on some had crept around her thighs and even her resolutely flat stomach had eventually succumbed too, albeit slightly, her developing little belly becoming softer and slowly curving outwards, for a while only when she relaxed her abdominal muscles, but as of late more or less all the time. *SNAP*. Tanya was rudely drawn out of her thoughts as she looked down at herself in time to catch the slight jiggle of a wave of fat wobbling across her tummy. While hauling herself into her tight attire she had inadvertently pulled the elastic waist and let it ping back on herself, and was now mildly disconcerted by the wobble it had provoked. She flicked on the light and checked herself in the full length mirror. Her long blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, framing her tanned face and shoulders well. Her bright blue eyes and white teeth flashed back at her in the mirror, and as she looked down she saw her chest and smiled. Big, pert and round, she had always been proud of her breasts and the (also quite old) white tank top she wore tonight showed them off to full effect. Her smile faded slightly as she cast her eye further down, her body flared outwards below her chest, giving her a well-defined bottom heavy hourglass shape. She noted the tank top finished well above the waist of her pjs, and even her belly button. The gap to her waist had been an inch or so when she got it, but now was probably 3 or 4 at least. She rationalised it was maybe her boobs causing it to ride up, conveniently ignoring the tight crinkles in the material as it stretched taught around and over her belly. What was harder to rationalise was the fact that her waif size pjs most definitely were struggling with the new and expanded Tanya. They were check patterned in various colours and the squares in the pattern were actually stretched out of shape where her curvy thighs were tightly packed in. Around her waist, too, the button was clinging on for dear life, and she was able to pinch a slight love handle as she examined herself. “Just the elastic”, she thought. In actual fact, the elastic was so old it had stretched massively over the years, and had the old Tanya tried the pants on in the condition they were in now, they would most likely have fallen down around her. Instead, the material was supported by being stretched to it’s very limits around Tanya’s plumpened thighs and rump. And what a rump it was, Tanya turned to inspect her backside and couldn’t help but marvel at herself. As mentioned earlier, her ass had developed when she hit puberty and had only become increasingly prominent as the years (and numbers on the scale) crept by. It jutted out behind her a decent few inches, clearly defined in profile as Tanya admired herself side on. She chose to ignore the little belly out front, easily done as it paled into insignificance compared with her breasts and especially her backside. Thankfully, Tanya noticed, despite its size, her bum remained pert too. She almost giggled looking at how tight her pjs were, the two globes of her ass visibly straining for room within the confines of their prison, “pretty damn good”, she smiled to herself. She turned and almost went to do a sort of twerk motion in the mirror but stopped herself, and with a slight frown noticed the stitching across her backside was strained to near breaking point, “hmmm..”, she mused “pretty damn good, but best not sit down too quick”.