Fattening Heather Part 3 (Patreon)

After a long day of classes, Heather headed to cheerleading practice, as usual. As she made her way to the girls locker room to get changed, she can’t help but stop by the vending machine to purchase a sweet calorie laden pre-practice treat.

Taylor, lingering nearby, observed Heather's actions with keen interest. With a mixture of anticipation, Taylor waited, eager to see how Heather's evolving physique would affect her role as head cheerleader.

Finally, Heather emerged from the restroom, now dressed in her cheerleading uniform. The once sleek and form-fitting ensemble now strained against her expanded frame, every seam and stitch stretched to its limit. The tight fabric accentuated the roundness of her belly, which hung over the waistband of her skirt, a stark contrast to its previous tautness.

The skirt now clung tightly to Heather's thickened thighs, the material stretched to its breaking point. Each movement seemed to pull the fabric taut, highlighting the changes in her lower body. Even her arms, once slender and toned, now appeared too plump for the uniform sleeves, the material digging into her flesh.

As Heather made her way to cheerleading practice, she once again couldn't resist the temptation of the vending machine. Succumbing to the allure of another fattening treat, Heather treated herself to a second chocolate bar, the rush of satisfaction fleeting but undeniable.

Following Heather to the cheerleading practice, Taylor settled into a seat in the nearby bleachers. She was careful to position herself far enough to avoid detection yet close enough to observe Heather as she struggled through the exercises. Heather was not hard to spot, now being the largest in the team by a significant margin.

The girls began with stretches, their movements fluid and practiced. Taylor's gaze was fixed on Heather, who now struggled to perform even the most basic warm-ups. The once-effortless task of touching her toes seemed like an insurmountable challenge for Heather, her strained attempts met with visible discomfort.

As the warm-up continued, Heather's struggles became more pronounced. She was the first to drop her plank during the team exercise, her arms trembling with exertion. Even the simple act of performing bodyweight squats seemed to take a toll on her, her legs appearing ready to give out after just a few repetitions.

Taylor watched with a mix of fascination and satisfaction as Heather grappled with the physical limitations imposed by her changing body. The contrast between Heather's current struggles and her former prowess on the cheerleading squad was stark, a reminder of the consequences of her past actions. As the practice continued, Taylor couldn't help but revel in the irony of the situation, silently relishing the sight before her.

As the cheerleading team prepared to execute their main trick—the human pyramid—Taylor's anticipation reached its peak. With an evil grin spreading across her face, she watched as the girls got into formation, knowing that Heather, as cheer captain, would be positioned at the top.

With all the other girls in place, it was now Heather's turn to ascend the pyramid. Taylor's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she observed Heather slowly climbing over the other cheerleaders. She couldn't help but revel in the discomfort evident on their faces as they bore the weight of Heather's expanded frame.

As Heather ascended higher, her weight pressing down on the girls below became increasingly evident. Taylor's eyes scanned the formation, noting the strain etched on the faces of the cheerleaders at the bottom. Their legs quivered with exertion, muscles straining under the immense load they bore. Beads of sweat glistened on their foreheads as they struggled to maintain their balance under Heather's expanding bulk.

With each step Heather took, the tension in the air grew palpable. The cheerleaders beneath her strained to support her weight, their efforts becoming increasingly futile as Heather climbed higher. Just as Heather reached the second top row, the structure teetered precariously, unable to withstand the additional pressure.

In a sudden and dramatic turn of events, the pyramid crumbled beneath Heather's weight, sending shockwaves through the squad. The once-imposing formation collapsed in a chaotic cascade of limbs and bodies, leaving the cheerleaders tangled and disoriented beneath Heather's expanded frame.

"Get off me!" The desperate cries of the unlucky cheerleaders trapped under Heather’s fattened frame pierced the air, their voices laced with panic and urgency as they struggled to extricate themselves from the chaos. With each passing moment, Taylor observed with a sense of satisfaction as the consequences of Heather's actions unfolded before her eyes.

With a sense of vindication, Taylor packed up her belongings and began to make her way home. She didn't need to say anything snarky to Heather or publicly embarrass her like she had been. This, she knew, was revenge enough. Her work here was done.