Cassidy II

This story involves female weight gain. As one should expect, if you don't like it, don't read it.

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My phone buzzed again, for about the fourth time in my Total War session with Luke that dominated our Friday evenings. I could tell that Luke was getting pretty annoyed. “C’mon man, I didn’t send this huge fleet to Athens just for you to screw around.” I briefly apologized, the blue and white messages on my iPhone were simply more important to me right now than the Roman and Egyptian invasion of the Greek provinces that my friend and I were trying to accomplish in our latest multiplayer Total War: Rome II campaign. Roman swords and Egyptian fleets should have defeated a divided Greece easily, but when your artillery and infantry commander is distracted, there’s only so much your naval commander can do. But who are we kidding, you aren’t reading this for my video game campaigns, you’re reading this about my crush.

Cassidy texted me in the hour right after lunch with something pretty cutesy describing how she was bored. Obviously, being a 17 year old male, a cute girl with possibly the same sexual desires as you is much more interesting than anything that could possibly be going on in your Business Law class. That’s when the texting began, we had texted all day and when I got home I texted her some more. We traded snapchats, and I got a cute picture of her off her story. No, I didn’t save it. Come on, who do you think I am. My preordained total war campaign with Luke was mainly ignored as blue and white messages appeared on my screen.

It was approaching 9 o’clock and Luke finally got sick of me screwing around, shut down the game and ended our skype call. Luckily, since Cassidy traded just about every social media platform with each other, I knew her Skype. I fretted about it. I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I worry about a lot of things. I’m not entirely, how would you say this, romantically gifted. I’m attractive enough, I just worry about messing things up, especially with someone I’ve had a mild crush on as long as Cassidy. I’m one of those people who worry about messing things up so much, it messes things up. Case in point my last relationship, I was worried my fetish reveal would mess things up so bad that I ended up messing things up out of being really cautious about this stuff.

But eventually, whispering “alea iacta est” in the spirit of Julius Caesar that I had failed to channel earlier, I send the video call to Cassidy. I waited for a second, and then two and three, and then my call was picked up by a beautiful full figured brunette on the other end of the line. My crush was eating Haagen-Dazs out of the pint container, lying on her bed. And I had this feeling it wasn’t her first or her last either. Her face had a slight sheen from the bit of sticky liquid just wiped off of it, the trailed down to her faint double chin, which I swore was getting more prominent as more calories passed her soft lips. Her hair was beautiful, also, with her long brown locks gently waving from their normal straight position. Below her stunning face, slowly creeping into roundness was a graceful neck and her full cleavage. The sides of her thick arms were shown in the camera, and they jiggled a little when she scooped up some more ice cream. I finally broke out of my sweet hypnotic haze and broke the proverbial ice.

I smiled “Rum Raisin, eh? Feeling a bit adventurous, are we?” She smiled back “Teenage revolution, honey.” We chuckled. She continued “Well yeah, after Vanilla Swiss Almond,” she showed me the empty container that formerly was a pint Vanilla Swiss Almond ice cream, “was decimated by yours truly, I had to go for the second string.” She rubbed her stomach. “I’m getting pretty good at watching movies and eating loads of ice cream. I hear this is an important college skill.” I couldn’t disagree with that, “I can’t say I’ve heard differently.”

“So…” she trailed, “since I’ve said that I’m stuffing my face here with this beautiful ice cream, what are you doing?”
“Watching you stuff your beautiful face with that ice cream.”

“Ooh, so you think I’m beautiful?” she got the slyest of smiles on her full lips.

I stammered. People say I’m a good persuasive speaker, but sometimes I’m as persuasive as people having epileptic seizures. “No, I mean, well I do, but...now wait a second. That was a vocal trap, you knew I would mess that up.” I smiled a bit.

“Maybe, maybe not.” her sly smile got a little more sly. She moved up and back on her bed, changing the view from just her face and thick cleavage to an almost-full body shot. Her stomach was swollen from the ice cream she was consuming, and I’d bet she’d had a full dinner, too. And she’d also admitted she’d ate a bit more than normal at lunch. Basically, she was stuffed but kept eating and her belly, hard with food but covered in a thick, soft layer of fat was actually extremely beautiful, arcing ever so gently below her large, jiggling breasts. Both her hefty tits and exquisite belly were barely constrained by her black shirt. It was black and tight, but it wasn’t “just her size” by any means. I also got a nice view of her thick thighs in the camera adjustment. “So...other than watching me here.” she paused for another scoop of ice cream, “what were you doing? You were playing some video game with Luke, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, we were playing Total War: Rome II. It’s where we get to choose factions of the ancient world to play as and we conquer the world basically.” Cassidy was clearly bored by that. “Okay Mark, not going to lie to you, that sound really boring.”

Yeah, if you didn’t love history as much as I did it probably was kinda boring from the description. Whatever. “Cassidy, you have much to learn,” with a nice sparkle in my eyes. Her green eyes twinkled back, “Maybe you can tell me more when I come back. I’ve got to get rid of my ice cream mess here.” She got up, and I watched her as she walked away into the kitchen, her swinging rear, coated with fat swaying off into the distance under her tight latex short shorts. I looked a little wistful as she walked away.

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Cassidy felt a warm smile grow across her cute face as she walked into her kitchen with Mark still on the Skype call in her bedroom behind her. She liked Mark, she really always had a tiny bit of a crush on him through high school. Of course, her stuck-up freshman year, she had liked him but thought she was too good for that nerd. Now she had no such disillusions. She knew she was just ordinary. Okay, she thought, patting her padded rear, maybe a bit more than ordinary. Cassidy admitted it to herself, she had gained quite a bit of weight over her high school career. The slim volleyball player she once was was gone under a layer of Haagen-Dazs, twinkies and dark chocolate. And...she liked it? It was weird, but the coating of soft blubbery that coated her body she was extremely fond of. She liked how her modest B cups expanded into pale melons spilling out of her D cups. She liked the squishiness, the feeling of warmth. It was nice. Cozy.

Of course, she was now getting the feeling it was getting out of control. Although she wasn’t obese, her thighs were starting to get rub up against one another and her belly was getting decidedly jiggly. She was running out of breath running very easily, and her clothes were stretching at their last seams. The clothes that she had gotten in June. It was starting to be a problem. She threw away the empty Haagen-Dazs containers and looked at the refrigerator. There was some cheesecake from her birthday party in there...Mark would like to see her eat that. But no. She was full. Well, a little cheesecake couldn’t hurt, could it? There was a quarter of it left on a plate. She just grabbed it all and dug it. She momentarily forgot about Mark still waiting. Cradling her full belly and grabbing her cheesecake she walked back to her room.

While she was walking and taking bits of her cheesecake, which was delicious by the way. She wouldn’t have eaten something so calorie laden after loading her already calorie-abused body with empty calories today if it hadn’t been fantastic, she pondered dating Mark. It would be good, certainly, he was such a great guy and everything. He was sharp and witty, acted like a gentleman when he could stand it, and not bad to look at either. But she knew she would gain more weight. She was doing that fine on her own, but Mark would certainly try to help out with it. She stopped for a second and leaned against a wall. I mean, gaining more weight wouldn’t be that bad, would it? She’d probably do it anyway. She was pretty damn fine, her girls were the jealousy of anyone in the school, whether to have or to hold, and her ass was definitely bootylicious, no matter what people thought of her wobbling thighs or expanding roll of fat on her abdomen. She stood up straight and decided instantaneously, sealing her decision with a large bite of cheesecake. She walked it and sat down on her bed. He was smiling at his phone. He looked up. “Hey. More snacks?”

“Yeah, she replied. But don’t judge, I’m peckish.” she put some more cheesecake in her mouth.

“You know I wouldn’t judge you, dear.” He said with a wink a smile. “Hey, do you have a date for the Homecoming Dance?”

“No I do not.” Cassidy said with faint smile on her face. “I was planning to just go with me friends, but I have a dress and everything. It’s a nice red wine color. I’ll send you a pic, get your tie.” She winked back at him and polished off her cheesecake. “I assume free food is involved?”

“What kind of date would I be if there wasn’t?”

It was getting closer.