Megan 1........................Her hips were spreading, so much that she was starting to have trouble dressing in the morning. Her thighs didn’t want to squeeze into her old pants. She was starting to gain a little bit of pudge around her middle too. The little slit of her navel was becoming deeper, surrounded by soft adipose tissue that hung over her belt in two flabby folds. She was getting soft “jelly rolls” down her front when she tried to bend over and her expanding *** was forcing her panties to wedge between the cheeks of her butt. Her breasts received the bulk of the extra weight, though – that greedy area was soaking up calories like a sponge, ballooning into a pair of impressive hooters. She’d busted out of her B cups and moved into a respectable C last week. Now she wondered how long longer this new bra would last, since it was becoming harder to hook in back.
Arlene’s head snapped up as Megan lurched through the door. Megan was having definite difficulty walking. Not only was she stuffed nearly into a stupor but her bulging gut sloshed and bounced with each step. She wobbled across the room and threw herself down on the bed, groaning. Her unbuttoned pants strained across her expanding bulk, her expanded melons pressing against her tank top. Her cheeks were fleshier and her face rounder.
“Again?” said Arlene. She was shocked at the size of Megan’s tummy. “You look like you’re nine months pregnant!”
“Shut up,” growled Megan, rubbing her distended stomach. “I feel like I ate a volkwagon! Bleh!”
Arlene stood up and walked across the room, pausing to glower at her roommate. She shook her head and poked the exposed flesh of Megan’s tubby tummy.
“Look at that gut,” she said in disgust. “Megan, I told you that this plan was going to backfire. Unless…” She smiled evilly.
“Unless what?” said Megan groggily, struggling to prop herself up against the bed’s headboard. Her bloated belly gurgled painfully as she shifted positions. She peered over her bloated gut and grabbed at the two zipper flaps of her pants. She tried to pull the zipper back up but her rounded stomach prevented any movement whatsoever................
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“Unless you start exercising more,” grinned Arlene. She seemed to think the whole situation quite funny. Megan couldn’t disagree more.......