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Audrey had done this a thousand times, and she had the exact timing down to a science. So when she continued to descend toward the ground even after she felt the hands of her teammates press into her back, panic flashed through her mind. She reached out for anything to grab, but only succeeded in pulling down two of her teammates with her, landing on a third, who was crushed underneath her bulk. The poor girl stuck underneath her three teammates moaned groggily. The other three girls scrambled to get off of her. “Kyoko!” Audrey said as she rolled off with some difficulty, “Are you alright?” “I’m fine… I think,” said the smallest girl on the squad as Audrey and another girl helped her to sit up. She looked a little disheveled and disoriented, but otherwise fine. “Feel free to sit out for a few minutes,” Audrey said, and then addressing the team, “Ok, let’s do that again but try and catch me this time.” She grinned mirthlessly. Her squad hesitated and tried to avoid eye contact. Finally, one of the cheerleaders decided she couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Maybe we could try throwing someone else,” she offered in her nasally, valley-girl-esque voice. The other girls nodded their agreement. “What?” Audrey said taken aback, “I’ve always been on the top.” It was clear the girls were about to protest, so she quickly added, “And I’m team captain, so we do what I say.” “Yeah, but you’ve gotten…” the same girl began, before being kicked hard in the leg by someone else. She drifted her blank stare towards her feet and hoped Audrey hadn’t noticed that she had spoken up. Audrey zeroed in on her, “I’ve gotten what, Lindsey?” Another girl, Vivienne, spoke up in Lindsey’s stead, “You’ve gotten… to go first every time.” Her tone seemed to slide into the reason, making it clear that she had been improvising. Audrey narrowed her eyes at Vivienne, “That’s what I thought. Now, we do it again.” The other girls all groaned and got back into position and prepared to toss Audrey again. After practice Audrey was starving and rushed through her ablutions and was done getting dressed and showering before most of her team had even made it inside the locker room. She wanted to make it to McDonald’s as fast as possible. She said goodbye to her friends and began to make her hasty way toward her car. About halfway there she realized she had forgotten her tanning package coupon and turned around. She began to push the huge heavy door to the girls’ locker room open when she thought she heard her name. She almost pushed in with a bombastic, “how’d you guess?” until she heard the next dreaded words, “…is getting kind of heavy.” Audrey’s heart sank in her chest and she stopped dead in the doorway, the girls couldn’t see her around the corner and she considered just walking back to her car, but after a moments consideration, she entered the rest of the way in, let the door shut as quietly as possible and pressed herself against the wall. Kyoko was the speaker, and she had said it shyly and sympathetically, but Vivienne was not as timid. “Uh, yeah, and she almost crushed you. I don’t even think she realizes how hard it is to lift her now.” “Yeah,” came Lindsey’s vapid tone, “I bet she weighs like two hundred pounds or something. “No she doesn’t,” said Vivienne, “but if she isn’t careful she’ll be getting close. We’ll have to find a way to subtly take her off of the top of most of our formations.” “Yeah, like she’d let that happen,” snorted Maria facetiously. Maria was a short, thinly muscled Latina girl, “She’s so full of herself, she’d never be in the base.” Her friend Yomary spoke up next, “We better just start getting used to the heavy lifting.” “It must be nice to have your mom as the coach,” said Maria. A few other girls murmured their bitter agreement. “Let’s just find a way to tell her nicely,” Kyoko said. The girls all paused and even though Audrey couldn’t see them, she could imagine the nonplussed glares they were giving her. After a moment’s silence, Vivienne spoke up sounding impatient, “Like how?” Kyoko didn’t respond, at least not verbally. “Although, that does give me an idea.” “What?” Lindsey said vacuously. “Why don’t we find another way to let her know how fat she’s getting. Like an accident, or something where she would have to be like, ‘Yeah, ok, I got fat.’” Vivienne suggested. “What good would that do?” asked Maria, “She would still want to be at the top.” “Besides,” Yomary added, “If she hasn’t figured it out by now, I don’t think she ever will.” Audrey heard a few stifled giggles as she stifled her rage, she began to slink back toward the door as she heard the shuffling of duffel bags. The last thing she heard as she let the door quietly shut behind her was her teammates Kat and Becca laughing about her painted on tight uniform. She stormed to her car and sped the whole way home. Once she got into her home, she ignored her father asking how her day was and ran up to her room. Once inside she slammed the door and threw herself on the bed and began to sob. She laid there for almost a half an hour before rising again. She slammed her fist down on the bed repeatedly, “Stupid bitches. Calling me fat? Calling me fat?! The… ugh!” in the middle of the tearful rage she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She had gained weight this past school year, it was undeniable. She rose from the bed and stripped down to her bra and panties and began to examine herself in the full body mirror. She sucked in her belly experimentally, but it didn’t do much. It stuck out almost as far as her boobs which had inflated from their perky, round and respectable size into two giant fat sacks. Her thigh gap had vanished too, and cellulite had begun to form on her butt and outer thighs, but she was definitely more top heavy. She pulled her auburn hair back and noticed that even her face was fattening up. Her cheeks and widened out and she had the beginnings of a double chin. A quick check on her bathroom scale revealed that she had gained almost 60 pounds since last cheer season, putting her up to a plump 182 pounds on her 5’6” frame. She sighed dejectedly, “I guess I really should try to lose some weight.” She pinched her belly in both hands and gave it a shake. Underneath it a permanent crease had begun to form and she played with her navel piercing, now looking awkward and out of place amongst the flabby belly. “I’ll start dieting today,” she said to no one in particular, but no sooner had the words left her mouth than her belly began to gurgle. Tomorrow, she thought inwardly and she put on some sweats and went down to grab ice cream out of the fridge. As she grabbed a pint of cookie dough ice cream, still stifling sobs and seething, she heard a knock on the door. “Dad door!” she yelled. There was no response. He must’ve been in his office. She rolled her eyes and muttered, “Useless.” She walked toward the door just as the third knock sounded. “Hold on!” she barked. She swung the door open and came face-to-face with her brother’s wrestling friend, Trayvon. He was holding a box that looked kind of heavy, judging from his posture. He smiled at her, “Hey Audrey.” “What do you want?” she demanded. Trayvon was taken aback, but he should be used to her coldness by now. “Is Brian home?” he asked cautiously. “Do you see his car?” she responded venomously. “Uh… no, sorry,” Trayvon said slowly, getting annoyed himself, “Can you just make sure he gets this?” He hoisted the box up to show her. “Sure, whatever,” she said, as he passed the box to her. Audrey, not being as strong as him, struggled with the weight. It must’ve been fifty pounds or more. “Holy crap, what’s in this thing? Your rock collection?” “No it’s Adipomine,” said Trayvon. Audrey looked at him confusedly. “It’s for gaining weight,” Trayvon said. Audrey didn’t look anymore enlightened. “For wrestling. Stimulates hunger, high calories, that sort of thing,” Trayvon continued. Audrey’s eyes lit up as a nefarious scheme burrowed into her head. “Oh alright, thanks Trayvon,” she said before demanding, “Anything else?” “Just tell Brian I-” Audrey didn’t hear the end of what he was saying because the door swiftly slammed in his face. Audrey put the heavy box on the ground next to the door and tore it open. Six large plastic jars were nestled inside. Audrey quickly grabbed one out and began to read the instructions. She skipped over the boring promotional statements, “Adipomine is the number 1 FDA-approved supplement for cultivating mass!” Her scanning eyes stopped when she found what she was actually looking for, “One scoop of Adipomine powder, added to a drink or meal, can cause gains from 2-5 pounds a week for up to four weeks.” Audrey grinned wickedly, as she stole one of the containers and carried it to her room. She shut the door behind her. “We don’t need to thin down the top,” she smiled, “I just need to widen out the base.” ****This is just the beginning of the story. More to come soon. I hope you like it. Feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated****

I hope so, I've always thought Zoe Saldana was incredibly attractive.

eh I don't know. I can never finish anything and I don't like to commit. possibly is all I can say for now.

An anamatronic hand reached out and massaged her belly kneading the fat over and over again. Poking and prodding. Katie struggled against the restraints but they just got tighter. "You should gain a little bit of weight, how will we win the fair with such a skinny animal?" Katie stifled a sob. Her belly hurt and she just wanted to go home. "You do look thirsty, let's put some chocolate in you." Katie struggled as a hose was place in her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but it was stuck. She made muffled cries for help. Suddenly, a thick syrup was being pumped into her mouth. It was so sweet she wanted to puke. Her body expanded faster than before. Every three seconds another pound ticked off. It got faster and faster until it was about every second. Katie squealed as her belt and shorts became impossible tight. A hand reached down and loosened her belt. It then broke in half shooting the button of her jean shorts off. Her blubbery, white belly pushed the zipper on the shorts down as the hand ripped them away revealing her panties being overcome with all her fat. The hose shut off forty pounds after it started. Katie cried looking at the last picture. Her face was slowly being enveloped in fat. Her nose even had a touch of fat on it. Her breasts had ballooned and were threatening to burst from her skimpy shirt at any second. Her heavy, nasally breaths caused them to rise and fall to rest on her big belly spreading across her fat thighs. Which touched half way to the knee now. Her butt spread across the seat covering about half of it now. The panties were more of an annoyance now, because they weren't visible in the picture, covered by fat, and bit into her hips painfully. Her calves got fat too, and her toes and fingers slowly turned into sausages. The palms of her hands had a light layer of padding to them that wasn't there before too. Her elbows dimpled and her upper arms had fat hanging, starting the beginning of fat wings. "Please, I'm fat- *URRRRRRRRP*- now, let me go," Katie begged. She burped quietly once before continuing begging, "I'll do anyth- *URRRP*- any *URRRRP*- an-*URRRRP*- HEL-*URRRRRRP*-Help!" "Oh no you aren't," said the voice, "You can't even get the brown ribbon with that belly." "Pleeeeeease!" Katie begged through tears. "Have a bite," the voice said obliviously, shoving a handful of deep-fried candy into Katie's sobbing mouth. "No! I'm full-*URRRP*- I'm- mmmph mph mumph," Katie was cut off by more food. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna- *URRRRP*- MMMMPH!" more food was shoved in her throat. "You'll be nice fat piggy in no time," said the voice, "We'll have to roll you around for that blue ribbon." Katie just burped in response. Chocolate covered bacon bits were filling her swelling cheeks. As she chewed. A supersized corndog on a stick made of a cinnamon stick was force-fed to her next. Her eyes darted to the scale. It was going up again. She could feel her belly slide across her thighs as it grew. Her butt found more cold metal as it expanded outward. A soda fountain took turns squirting into her mouth in between bites. Her shirt finally blew away with a snap, leaving her in her pathetically small bra which wasn't actually clasped in the back and was resting on her boobs. Finally after several minutes the buckle around her waist gave way. Her fat exploded out with a great shake jiggling as she struggled to her fat feet. Waddling quickly but unsteadily out of the photo booth she caught sight of the weight counter on her way out. It read You now weigh... two hundred and fifty pounds. She waddled off panting as she got out. She looked at the picture that slid out on her right grabbing it she examined her new surroundings. There was a duffle bag that said, "Open me". Behind it was a small circular hallway with a cylindrical layout and a flat elevated walking path. Painted pictures of various fair foods covered the walls. At the far end was a door, next to the hallway entrance was what appeared to be a changing room. She peeked inside there first. Nothing. Cautiously opening the duffel she found clothes. It was a big white spaghetti strap with buttons down the front, a new pair of khaki short shorts, and a new pair of underwear that seemed to be made of lycra. Putting them on in the changing room she looked around seeing if there was anywhere else to go but the hall. Reluctantly she started forward down the hall suspiciously watching everywhere. Half-way down it the wall started to spin, making her dizzy standing on the walkway. She waddled faster towards the door, which seemed to be getting further away. Suddenly the portraits began opening and shooting food at Katie. It bounced off her leaving little chocolate or grease stains on her shirt. Then a hand shot out and shoved a whole fair cookie in Katie's mouth Katie drew back repulsed as two more hands grabbed her and a third shoved a chili dog down her mouth. A bacon burger followed. She pulled free only to be grabbed by more hands and knocked to the ground. They held her as a hose of root beer float was sprayed directly down her throat and another two hands force fed her cotton candy and lard-burgers. She felt a button on her new shirt pop off and began rolling around to get free in a few seconds she rolled away from the hands and with great difficulty got to her feet. She ran as fast as she could, her whole body quaking and booming with each step. The door was within reach when a hand grabbed her ankle another grabbed her wrist and a third shoved something that didn't even look like food in her mouth. As she swallowed she felt another button burst off her shirt and her tummy expand just from that. She broke free and dove through the door, but her butt and hips were stuck she struggled and struggled and just barely got free falling on a cold metal flooring. She looked up seeing it was a scale. It rang in 270. Her new size gave her a very thick-framed body. She had a wide-belly, with a large spare tire and wide hips with a rounded, fat ass. If her past self, from like five hours ago saw this, she'd say she was gigantic, or huge. She didn't appreciate the irony. She struggled to her feet and waddled around the new room. She saw an exit sign. Ecstatic she waddled forward toward the sign desperate to reach it. She reached her arms out as she waddled, sweat and panted. But just as she reached it she fell. No she wasn't falling, the floor was. As the exit sign went out of reach she screamed. "Hello, Katie, we still need that blue ribbon before you leave," said the voice. Katie then was hit in the back of the knees by a cart and a buckle slipped around her waist. She was restrained again. A trough was raised to her chin and she looked inside. A goop of lard, sugar, cream, and grease with fair food swimming in it was in the pig trough. Katie saw where this was going. "Please- *URRRRP* *hic*- Don't do this- *URRRP*- You can't do- *hic* *urrrrrp* *hic*- STOP!" she cried. "Well, I really want that blue ribbon, so you finish it up for me and I'll let you go," said the voice. "I- *URRRRRP*- don't want to be-*hic*- a piggy," she said. "You already are dear, just not a very good one," said the voice. Katie sobbed, but just as she did the trough connected with her lips and the stuff was forced down her throat as the trough slowly tipped upwards. She could feel her body expanding underneath her. Buttons popped off the tank top as her belly grew blew up. The trough was big enough to put a cow in comfortably. She felt the substance go down her throat as she cried. The khaki shorts burst at the seams, followed by the belt bursting several seconds later. The last button on the tank top clung on, but was stretching and stretching until finally it flew away. A scale in front of her told her, her current weight. At three hundred and fifty pounds there was a break to clear the clothes away, she sat there in the super stretched underwear and looked at the last picture taken. She was pathetic. Her eyes were becoming hidden under her fattening face, and a fourth chin was forming. Her breasts hung down like the two fat sacks they were, and her thighs were now driven apart by the fat between them. Her belly rested halfway up on them and had developed three distinct rolls of fat. Her arms were weighed down with fat. Her butt spread across two thirds of the seat easy. She breathed deep through her mouth for several precious seconds, before the trough tipped again. This time it didn't stop. Her perfect skin was ruined now. Stretch marks ran the length of her belly and thighs. The once tanned flesh was pasty and stretched. She winced as she felt her belly start to droop in between her legs. Flexing her fingers told her even their mobility was long gone now. Her butt continued to inch across the middle until it hit the sides of the chair. She panicked as it squeezed her tighter and tighter until she heard creaking metal. The sides of the metal chair were receding to accommodate her growing rear. Finally the trough emptied into her and was pulled away. She burped loud and long. "Can-*URRRP*-I-*URRRP**URRRRP*-go-*URRRP**URRRP*-home-*URRRP*-now-*URRRP*- please?-*URRRP**URRRRRP**URRRP*" she managed between belches. She looked at the picture. She was huge. Fat poured everywhere. It was hard to tell this was a person. It then insulted her by showing her as she came in. She wasn't even the same girl. She looked like she was ten times as wide. Her formerly petite face was now veiled in fat and extra chins. A cute smile was now a tired frown in the middle of chubby rose colored lips. Her perky breasts had been molded into the two hanging fat sacks that rested in the lycra bra upon her belly. Her arms could be lifted, but probably not to a 90 degree angle. Her legs and butt were giant, compared to the showstopper she used to have. "Not quite yet, you little piggy, you," said the voice, "It's time for the weigh in!" Katie strained her fat neck to turn her head, which was challenging to say the least. The scale didn't have a reading. The wall in front of her rose. And the photo booth fell away. She saw nothing, but a wall of flesh and she had a terrified idea of what it was. "Is someone there?" a voice asked from within the flesh. Katie strained her neck and saw where the head must be. A mess of blonde hair marked it. "I'm-*URRRRP*," Katie managed, but she imagined the girl understood. "Help, I want to go home," the blob girl said. "Me-*URRRP*-too," said Katie. "The weigh-in results are up!" the voice said. "The red ribbon goes to… Katie!" the voice said, "At a whopping six hundred and fifty nine pounds, congratulations Katie!" Katie stifled a sob. As the voice continued, "And the blue ribbon prize goes to… Leah! At an amazing one thousand, four hundred and twenty five pounds, better luck next time Katie. If you tell anyone then we'll be sure you get the blue ribbon." Katie's eyes widened. "Help me," the girl pleaded as she was wheeled away. "Leah, has been here since she warned her friends not to go in, but her selflessness got her reeled back in," said the voice, "Guess she didn't believe us." Katie cried, she just now remembered Amber. She was being raised to the top, "Now get dressed and get out of here, you've been a good little piggy." Katie got dressed in the same clothes she entered in, just comically larger. She unrolled the shirt so it wouldn't reveal midriff, and tucked her belly in the shorts. With that she waddled out the exit into the fair crowd. She saw Amber talking to the ticket girl along with their friend Shayna. She took a step toward them, but couldn't bring herself to talk to them. She didn't want to end up like Leah, crying she waddled toward the fair exit. Just as she did though a vendor shouted, "Free sample," and shoved food in her face. She screamed and waddled away with all the speed she could muster and returned home.

Delurking. This is just a short story I wrote years ago. I hope you like it, but I'm not like an amazing writer. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Katie wandered through the fair looking for her friends. She loved fairs, the smell, the people, but especially the food. Ever since she was little she went to the fair every night it was open for the food. Deep-fried Snickers, Turkey legs, Jumbo corndogs, Elephant Ears, it was paradise. If the fair was even two more weeks a year Katie would be obese. Fortunately, for the beauty queen it wasn't. She was a homecoming candidate her senior year of high school and got a lot of attention from the guys her freshman year at college. Chocolate flowed down to her shoulders, framing a beautiful heart-shaped face with two piercing light blue eyes could melt the heart of any admirer of beautiful women. She was about average height at 5'4" and was a measly one hundred ten pounds. Two perky B-cups were resting under a buttoned-up flannel shirt that was tied at the bottom revealing her slim midriff. She had Daisy Duke jean shorts in honor of the fair, with a belt that said country girl. The shorts did a nice job of showing of the nice booty she had going on back there. Her skin was fairly tan and was what some might consider perfect. She had a good time at college, but now back in hometown Baker, Nebraska, she was ready to just settle in for the fair. Walking around she got a text from her friend Amber, 'Where r u?' She was about to text back when someone called to her, she looked up at a ticket girl who motioned to her, "Hey you, how about you go on in to this ride?" She smiled with an exaggerated hopefulness mixed comically with a little bit of pleading. "I've never seen this one before," Katie mused, almost as much to herself as to the ticket girl. "Oh, it's a new attraction, eighteen and up," said the girl, "You are eighteen right?" "Yeah," Katie said, giving the girl her ID while examining the ride. The big neon sign read "Fair Food Fiasco" and murals were painted on the sides of it of two girls eating with stars in their eyes, fair food, two chubby girls finding some food acting excited, a young man wandering through mirrors, and several other nonsensical things. It looked like a funhouse, "Why's it 18 and up? No like, pornography right?" "Oh, no no no," the girl said, "None of that, it's just we wanted a ride you college kids could go on alone, without all those kids to bother you. You like fair food?" she said changing the subject. "Of course," Katie laughed. "Then this ride is perfect! Free food inside," said the ticket girl, "Get it? Fair Food Fiasco." Katie did not get it. "Okay, when my friends get here I'll give it a whirl." "Why wait?" said the girl, motioning to the carts, "You tell them to come, and take a free ride on me. I'll hold them until you get back." "Really?" Katie asked, she figured this girl had been paid on commission or something, which is why she was campaigning so hard, but apparently that wasn't the case, "Thanks sooo much, how much fair food do I get?" "You'll find out inside," said the girl pushing her up the stairs, "Have a nice ride." Katie jumped in a cart and buckled the loose belt around her waist as she texted Amber right before she went in the tunnel, "Fair Food Fiasco". Riding into a dark tunnel and turning the corner, suddenly everything lit up. It was a strip of animatronic fair vendors peddling their food they offered some to Katie and took her several seconds to realize it was real food. She accepted a Deep-fried Twinkie and nibbled away at it. The cart then dipped down away from all the vendors. She finished the Twinkie and through the stick in a nearby trash can that was by the side of the track. "How about a drink?" A cheesy, pseudo-farmer's drawl female voice asked. She was in a well lit tunnel that just seemed to be a painted mural of different fair foods. She accepted a very large chocolate malt and started drinking it. It was heavenly. The cart came to a sudden halt at the end of the hallway and she realized that there was no more track. She unbuckled and stepped off following a lit up neon arrow at the top of the tunnel. Looking to her left she saw the mirrors that were on the mural on the front. As she stepped in she realized they were the kind of mirrors that distort your body. She at first looked very thin and walked on. Her body became wider and wider. Finishing the malt she pitched it in a garbage can and found a bag of onion rings which she began to munch on. The end of the mirrors were in sight. Dumping the large bag she ate surprisingly fast she licked the grease off her fingers as she continued. Exiting she found herself in Tunnel-of-Lovesque room. The boat was a giant empty popcorn box. "God, I've eaten so much, I can't possibly make it through this thing twice," Katie let out a short burp, "But Amber has GOT to see this." She got in and buckled herself. noticing her tummy swollen a little with the food she had already eaten. She started riding down the river and soon was offered a jumbo strawberry triple shake and a giant turkey leg by a hand that came out of the wall. Drinking and eating as she went around on what she realized was a lazy river it took her in circles as she finished the food. It then handed her a cup of soda as big as her thigh (maybe a little bigger) and a stick of deep fried butter. "No thanks," she called out sweetly, she was stuffed. The food was shoved at her chest. "Hey!" she shouted. She grabbed it, to prevent the hands from pressing it into her shirt and ruining it and the hands retreated into the wall. She set the drink down and just waited to get off. Suddenly, she felt a pinch, followed by a spine-cracking jolt. Her buckle was shocking her. She tried to take it off, but a bigger shock hit her. "Eat up, cow girl," the feminine robotic Texan said. Katie panicked. She looked at the butter in her hand and got shocked again. Taking a bite the shocking stopped. She cautiously took another bite and soon shoved the whole greasy feast down her throat. "Let me off!" she yelled only to get jolted again. She started drinking the drink and in between gulps gave desperate pleas. "I don't want any more free food!" Soon she drank the whole thing and winced as she shifted in her seat. Her normally round, but firm booty had a tinge more padding than usual. Was she already getting fatter? How was that possible? The ride handed her a large bucket of chocolate covered bacon and a slurpee the size the size of both her legs. She ate and drank reluctantly burping loudly on the lazy river. The buttons popped off her shirt one by one, until just the tied up part was left. When the slurpee and bacon was gone she felt the ride come to a stop. Looking down at the buckle partially obscured by her growing belly, she slid her fingers in to undo it. Her boobs had grown into wonderful d-cups showing a great deal of cleavage. Her butt jiggled as she stepped off the ride and she looked around for an exit. She only saw one door so she cautiously walked towards it. Opening she saw a room with food along all the walls and a picture booth attached to some sort of tram that seemed to go into a solid wall. "Remember your time at Fair Food Fiasco!" read a sign on it. It was the only place to go so Katie stepped inside. She sat down on the seat and felt her wider butt spread across it. A sign next to her read 'You now weigh…' She couldn't look away as it calculated her weight. The numbers stopped at 148. "Let me- *URRRRRP*- out of here!" Katie begged through tears and burps. A picture snapped of Katie looking desperately at the camera crying with fat pooling around her waist. After the picture snapped she figured the tram would take her out. It started to move, but as it did a buckle fastened around her waist. She quickly tried to undo it in a panic, but soon her wrists and ankles were grabbed by buckles that seemingly came from nowhere as well. She screamed, "Plea-ea-ea-ease don't do this!" "You're so skinny!" said the robotic voice, "Have a bite!" With that a hand came and shoved some food into Katie as she opened to beg again. She chewed, cheeks swollen with the deep-fried snack. Before she had even finished swallowing the first one a new one was pushed into her lips. And then another and another and another. The camera continued to snap pictures of her getting a little bit fatter with each snack. The scale continued to rise. It was at 158 now. A double chin lifted from her gentle face and dimples formed even when she wasn't smiling. Her breasts fought for room in the tight top which miraculously held together. White creamy belly flesh rested on her lap now and flowed over her belt which was close to the breaking point. Her perfect skin was paling as it stretched across her mounds of fat. She could feel the buckle dig into her belly as it grew and could feel her thighs and butt spreading across the seat. Her thighs began to meet each other and the parts where the flesh touched expanded up, down, forward and in any direction, slowly pushing away from each other. Finally, the greasy foods stopped coming just as the scale read 181. Her hair was disheveled and chocolate, grease, and butter dripped down her chin and onto her cleavage. "Wow," said the voice, "You sure can take a lot, maybe we can enter you with the fair cows when we're done here."

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For my big gain I'm going to have to go a little bit more obscure route. I would say Freida Pinto and Julianne Hough. Freida Pinto's nude scene in Immortals was amazing and she has the perfect butt and thighs to turn into a plump, pear-shaped girl. And she's so sweet and down-to-earth that I don't think she would blow the weight gain out of proportion, or at least not publicize it very much. Not to mention she's amazingly sexy and would definitely only get sexier as she expanded. Julianne Hough could have a big gain, because quite frankly, the idea of a dancer balooning into a pudgy parody of her former self is amazingly hot. I don't think she would take it as well as Freida and is also amazingly hot. For a 15 pound gain, I would say Shawn Johnson from her chubbiest with the extra 15 would be nice at that size. Not huge, but just fat enough to look so wonderfully "round". Former Olympic athlete who is now a butterball. And Shawn Johnson would make such a cute, little jiggly, round butterball. She's America's sweetheart, the least she could do is be more representative.