Bumboozled III (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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Somehow the two came in third in the tennis tournament despite their poor performance. Laura suspected that it had something to do with how distracting her ass was to people both on and off the court. She had become a bit of a spectacle. She was just relieved that it was over. She washed up quickly in one of the private showers in the locker room then looked at her clothes options for dinner. She had grabbed a handful of dresses from her dorm, but like her everyday attire, they weren't exactly covering. Laura had always loved to show off her fit body.
She settled on a red dress which seemed the "most modest," which was a testament of how skimpy the other dresses were. The red dress was short and formfitting with spaghetti straps. It hugged her form while straining at the curves, the skirt immediately starting to ride up in the back where her butt cheeks were beginning to resemble volleyballs in size.
"Fuck," Laura hissed, jerking the dress down. She tried to tug on a pair of panties but it didn't come close to pulling over her ass before the waistband began to tear. She snagged a set of pasties from her friend Jenn's locker, still fresh in the packaging. The girls tended to leave the tennis court in cool, lightweight, and revealing attire. Always good to have some pasties on hand. Laura carefully adhered one to each of her swollen bum-nipples, smoothed them down until she was satisfied, then tugged at the hem of her dress again.
She looked herself over in the mirror. This was as good as it was gonna get for the time being. She actually looked rather sexy once she looked past the bizarreness of her bulging posterior.
There was a rap on the door. "I'll be waiting outside," Miles called.
"Coming," Laura responded, exiting the locker room.

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She suggested an all-you-can-eat buffet, surprising even herself. Miles just seemed excited.
"Wow, girls never like that kinda stuff," he said as he started the car.
The drive over was just as uncomfortable as the ride to the court, if not moreso. Laura found herself fidgeting and squirming, trying futilely to take some of her weight off her tender swollen ass as the car swerved and vibrated beneath her.
The mounds were throbbing by the time they got to the restaurant. Laura could feel them gently bobbing as she walked. She could also feel Miles' eyes pinned to the bulging mounds and she hoped it wasn't too obvious what they had become.
For some reason Laura felt ravenous. It was probably from the workout on the court in addition to her recent growths. She piled her plate high with food before going back to the table and gingerly easing her ass down into the cushioned seat.
Miles just seemed amused by the size of her portions. "Bon appetit."
Laura dug in greedily. She had gotten mostly pasta dishes, all piled together on her large plate. She stuffed it down rapidly, suddenly feeling as though she hadn't eaten in days. She was getting sauces on her face, hands, and dress, but that issue seemed secondary to getting the food down. It was only moments before she was slurping down the last noodle. God, it was all so good. But it wasn't enough. Her stomach grumbled.
She looked at Miles, seated across from her. His expression of amusement had turned to one of concern.
"Er, it’s good, right?" he said, smiling awkwardly.
"It's great," Laura said. "Seconds?" She belatedly noticed that his plate looked as though it hadn't been touched.
"Heh, you go ahead," he said.
Laura went back to the buffet and started to load up a second plate with food.
One of her hands was continually tugging at the back of her dress, which seemed determined to ride up between her butt cheeks. When she returned to the table and eased herself down she noticed that her bum-breasts were so large that they bulged over the sides of the chair. She knew she should have been more concerned, but nothing could seem to get in the way of her ravenous hunger.
Laura gorged her way through two more plates of food by the time she was sated and the restaurant owner was throwing her dirty looks. Miles took her back to her dorm building, but the two kind of just lingered outside, passerby throwing Laura shocked looks. She hardly noticed.
"God, this was a great day," Miles blurted, stepping closer. "I had a lot of fun. And you look just—amazing."
"Wow, I mean, I had fun too," said Laura awkwardly, feeling her face heat up.
It wasn't the only thing that was heating. She grunted at a powerful surge of warmth in her posterior that was followed by pressure, her skin tightening and tingling as her butt-nipples began to sting. She was filling, her backside throbbing with a fresh surge of milk. She felt her dress sliding upwards, fabric close to tearing. She desperately tried to pull it back down.
"I have to go!" Laura cried just before Miles' lips could meet hers. With that she spun around and hurried into her dorm building, unintentionally flashing her astonished love-interest with a good portion of her bum-breasts.

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