Jessica II

Stuffed into her largest pair of jeans, and a soft, thick sweater, Jessica proudly showed off her October body. Another month of constant weight gain and stress eating and slapped another 20 pounds on her ballooning figure. 207 pounds of wobbling fat gave her a thick layer of winter blubber. Her tits swelled up another cup size, and her belly and love handles stuck out just as far. She was loving her massive ass, a cushion wherever she went she called it.

She huffed and puffed her way up the stairs to her appartment, a calorie laden Pumpkin Spice Latte in hand. Cracking open the door, she realized she left her apartment covering in the packages from the junk food binge she had last night. She sighed as she bent down to pick up a Chips Ahoy wrapper as the rear end of her jeans caved to her own flabby rear, creating a gash with pale ass spilling out. She looked in the mirror at her fat back and fatter ass. She was shocked at how pale she had gotten, her skin was almost translucent where it once was tan, veins showing as fat deposits stretched out the milk white skin, leaving behind a few spotted red marks. She just torn off her jeans and threw them into the trash, just wearing her thong that was quickly disappearing under rolls of thigh, ass and belly fat.

She finished picking up her apartment, stripped off her sweater and tight-tight t-shirt, leaving her in her firmly supported bra. She flopped down on the couch with latte and chips in hand, and flipped through TV channels absentmindedly. Rubbing greasy hands over her fat body, she chuckled at the thought of how thin she used to be. She also remembered how when she was sick of being a fat slob, she would start exercising. Well...that never happened, did it? Okay, it did.

At the end of September, Illinois usually gets a quirky hot day. Jessie decided to pack herself in some too-tight short, short gym shorts and a tank top to brave the 90 degree day. 197.2 pounds, her bathroom scale said that morning, and her breakfast of cold pizza wasn't sitting well with her. She was beginning to break out like a 14 year old from her lavish diet of pizza, snack cakes and chocolate. She was hot, she was full, she was fat. She felt horrible.

And then she ran into Alicia Yerevanian.

Alicia was her principal rival at their private Chicago College Prep. She always made Jessica feel inferior, her father was a big time staffer for the Governor in Springfield and was notorious for receiving bribes, making her just inches richer than her. She was also just inches smarter, pushing Jessica out of the class's top ten. 8 of the 10 went Ivy League, the Saluditorian went to Cambridge, but Alicia stayed instate, heading to University of Illinois at Champaign. Snotty attitudes about downstaters forced her back north to northwestern.

Alicia was always just a little bit prettier, too. While Jessica had possessed golden tits boys salivated over from 7th grade, Alicia's were only slightly smaller, and possessed a curvy booty and hips, along with flowing black hair and perfect olive skin. She hadn't changed. Jessica had.

Jessie tried to move faster but Alicia intercepted her, "Oh my god! Jessica! That's you! My lord, you've gotten fat." Alicia got close enough to grab a roll of fat that spilled out under her tank top. Jessica flushed deeper, already red from heat and exhaustion. "Hi...Alicia." She stammered.

She was pretty sure Alicia said something smug and nasty after Jessie rushed off as fast as her fatty legs could carry her.

That night, Jessica bitterly and tearfully shoved all of her piles of junk food into large trash bags, and laid out some old clothes as a goal to try to fit in. She couldn’t get the shorts she laid out past her thighs, and while she did get the shirt over her ballooning tits, it still revealed her soft, plushy roll of belly fat. Jessica growled in discontent and started to try out some exercise, dusting off her old treadmill and elliptical in the back of her apartment.

It took all of three minutes for the extra fat and weakened muscles to cause the gorging goddess to be absolutely drenched in sweat, from head to toe. She flopped down on the flood beside the treadmill and cried a little, soothing her pain by going out and buying a whole new round of junk food and binging for essentially the next two days. After that, however, she did maintain some control over her life. She decided to learn how to cook to some gorging herself with processed chemicals, but instead real butter, cream and cane sugar. This definitely did help her somewhat, she was regaining smooth, pale white skin from acne scarred mess. She bought better fitting fall clothes, making her look plumper, but nicer. Not to mention she began piling on weight on her hips and thighs, turning into a exaggerated fatty hourglass instead of a fat girl with huge tits and a belly sticking out just as far.

She cozied up on the couch and thought about cooking dinner...macaroni and cheese sounded nice for this crisp fall day, and she had allotted herself far too much processed food for this week, she needed that hip-thickening comfort food, not the belly busting junk food. Pulling on a pair of soft sweatpants, she got to work cooking. While she started to gather ingredients, she doubted in her mind, that she would ever be thin again.