Three Growing Friends - Part 2 (Patreon)

 The girls decided to have a sleepover for new years, welcome in the new year with friends and maybe some food. With Becca having the nicest house they decided to meet there. Becca was in charge of providing pizza, Amber was on burger duty, and Bernadette supplied the sweets. With all their food combined they were shocked at how big of a feast they had, even though deep down they were ready to dig in. 

They spent the night chatting and chomping. Gossiping about classmates, and the teachers they were glad to not have next semester. At one point Becca brought up New Year's resolutions. She professed to the other two that she wanted to drop the couple of pounds she had gained in the past year, she said as her growing tummy hung an inch or two over her pajama bottoms. “We’ve really got to cut back on big cheat meals.” Remembering the several returns to the buffets they went to last fall. 

“I’m with ya.” Amber chimed in, her larger chest pulling the buttons apart of her night shirt, leaving a gap between.

“Me too.” Bernadette added, her pajama bottoms tight around her rear, already digging into her bloated middle.

They were all in agreement, but their resolution wouldn’t last long. They continued to pig out the entire night, and went right back to their same routine the following week when school started again. 

Their eating habits were having a bigger and bigger effect on them. No longer did they look like the thin preppy girls they started the year as, they were all now bonafide chubsters. Walking the halls of their school with curves for days. Wider hips, softer arms, thickened chins. They even had a slight jiggle with each step through their soft layers of fat. 

It didn’t take long for them to outgrow their holiday clothes. One day at lunch it had gone too far. Amber sat at the table eating her second slice of pizza, her boobs clearly overflowing the cups of her bra. “You girls want to go to the mall this weekend? I need some new tops.” Amber asked.

“That's a great idea.” Bernadette agreed, biting into a large fudge brownie. “I could use some new jeans, all the ones I got for Christmas are too small.”

“I would love too, but I don’t have cash.” Becca replied. “My parents already extended my allowance so I could buy all the pizza for the study group.” It was true, Becca did get a sizable allowance, but with all the food she was buying, every last cent was accounted for. “I’ve been thinking about getting a job.” 

Just the thought sent shivers through each of their spines, as their entire lives they’ve enjoyed being lazy and pampered by their parents, not needing to do more than was necessary, leading to their spoiled attitudes. “We are going to have to get jobs after school ends anyways, I guess we’d just be getting a head start.” Bernadette tried to rationalize.

“Why not get a job at a clothing store? That way when you need clothes you can get them at a discount.” Amber thought.

“Well I was kinda thinking along those lines, so I actually think I’m going to apply at McDonalds.” Becca hadn’t been able to hide her McDonalds habits from her friends for long, she was eating there all too often and was always tossing out wrappers from them. “I’ll probably be able to score free meals or a discount, so I’ll end up earning a paycheck and saving some money.” Her friends agreed that was a good idea, even if the idea of working at a McDonald’s was below their social status. It was just until the end of school.

“You guys should apply with me!” Becca said with excitement. “I’ve been telling you how good their food is. And that way we can all try and get on the same shifts there, it will be fun. And imagine all the fatties that will be coming in that we can make fun of.” Becca had a smile on her face, not realizing she subconsciously needed to adjust her bulbous stomach as her waistband was digging into it after just a filling meal.

Her friends were hesitant, but Becca talked them into it. They went later that day to apply. The manager was desperate for help, as business had started booming in town recently and they had just done a renovation to expand. She was used to hiring young adults right around the age of 18, so the three of them were perfect. Since they were new they would be working the registers. She got them fitted with uniforms, informing them they only needed to ask if they ever needed a new set. They capped off their new jobs by grabbing a meal and enjoying it over in a booth. 

They each carried a bustling tray of burgers, fries, chicken, and a large drink. Amber and Bernadette realized how good the food was here and thanked Becca for pushing them to get these jobs. 

The girls gave no thoughts to any sort of diet as the weeks rolled on. They ate whatever they wanted whenever they wanted to. If they needed new clothes they now had the money to buy them. If they wanted to eat out, they now could afford it whenever they wanted. The girls were constantly eating, filling their stomachs at all hours of the day, never realizing the effects it was having on their waistlines. 

The chubsters soon became fatties. Their thigh gap completely disappearing, now their thighs rubbed as they walked. The bellys formed distinct rolls that billowed over any pant or skirt in their wardrobe. Boobs that tested the cups of their bras, putting strain on any top they forced over the fleshy globes. And booties that had gotten so wide they were forced a slight waddle when each of them walked. 

The spring quickly rolled on, and the end of the school year was approaching. They girls still loved going to the mall, feeling like they had something to show off. Becca would complement her friends, telling Amber how great her rack looked, ignoring the fact that her belly stuck just as far out now. She would tell Bernadette how hot her ass was, but leave out how chunky and dimpled her legs looked. Their trips to the mall also looked a little different. They no longer strutted down the halls, they now waddled. And instead of going into all the hip outlets, they were now more frequent customers of the pretzel stand, the smoothie bar, and the Cinnabon. Making sure to be filled with treat after treat, they occasionally needed to stop for clothes, which they now did at the plus size store. When they needed to make that transition there they rationalized it was where real women shopped, which is who they were now that they were leaving school for good.

It was a week before their senior prom. The girls were at the mall like usual, grabbing lunch from the food court. That was until they spied a familiar face.

“Oh look who it is?” Becca hollered as she waddled towards a grouping of tables, Amber and Bernadette in tow. “If it's not the biggest girl in our class, Marissa. What do you have there? I’m not sure a girl your size should be eating that many tacos.” She said plopping her tray down, bustling with her food court lunch. The three flabby seniors each took a chair at their classmates table, their growing rears winning the battle against their seats. “Let me help you with those.” Becca boldly told her round classmate, snatching two of the three tacos off the girls plate, double fisting, taking a bite from each one. “When you have a hot bod like we do you’re allowed to eat what you want. Better try sticking to a diet if you don’t want to be a land whale by graduation next month.”

“You’re one to talk.” Marissa muttered.

“M-mhat was that, cow?!?” Becca said, choking down the last of Marrissa’s tacos. 

Marissa giggled to herself, knowing the three of them had slipped so far the past year, but still didn’t see it. “It’s just you might have packed on a few more pounds this year than you think.”

“Ok, yes I think we've each gained a couple pounds this past year, but it's only helped fill out our womanly physique. We're nothing like a lumpy lard like you." Becca chuckled as she dug into her proper meal, her companions already indulging in theirs.

"The scales might surprise you." Marissa was bolder with her long time bully than ever before, probably because she knew she finally had the upper hand for once. "How about this, prom is in one week, we meet up beforehand, and whoever weighs more gets to pick the losers outfit for the night?"

Becca almost spat up her food as she laughed. "Ha! What a stupid bet, none of us are even close to your weight class!"

"So you'll do it then?" Marissa asked with a coy smile.

Becca had no reason to back down from a challenge, other than that it would take up precious snacking time before prom. "Sure, fine, whatever." She scoffed as she went back to eating her lunch.

Marissa left them as her tray had been emptied by Becca, and the three girls just went about eating their large greasy lunches.

The week flew by like normal, until it was finally the night of the prom. Each of the girls squeezed into dresses that had fit fine when they ordered them a month ago. Becca figured the tight squeeze would just make her boobs look even better.

They just had one stop to make before they could hit the prom, where Becca was sure she'd be named prom queen, as she had pictured for the last four years. They pulled into Marissa's driveway, and waddled up to the front door.

“Alright let’s get this over with.” Becca said as she barged through the door as soon as Marissa opened it, her flab jiggling in the tight dress. Marissa led the trio to the scale, which she had pulled out into the living room to give the four large ladies some space. “This isn’t even going to be a competition, but why don’t you set the bar there Marissa?” Becca said sounding like she was put out by this whole thing. She did think it would be funny though when Marissa would have to show up to prom in a cow costume, then everyone would know what a true fat ass she was. 

Marissa stepped on the scale, and Becca rushed to read the number. "I don't want any funny business, let me look." Taking a moment to check the read out, and think of a witty remark, Becca came up with, "Wow 270 pounds, official porker territory, or should I say cow! Moooo!" Becca riffing right in her tormentees face. 

Marissa took it in stride, as she knew her reckoning was coming. "Alright your turn Becca." Becca boastfully hopped on the scale and then craned her neck to read the numbers.

"What kind of cheap scale is this? I can't even see the read out." Becca's newly formed stomach keeping her from bending very far. Marissa decided to return the favor and read the scale for her competition.

"Looks like 300 pounds, right on the dot." Marissa said, unable to hide her glee. 

"Yeah right, what's it really say? Like 140?" 

Marissa standing up now, the figure burned in her brain repeated "Nope, it says 300. I told you it looks like you've gained more weight this year than you think."

"You lying fucking fat bitch. Bernadette, come over here and read this thing so we can get this over with." Becca commanded. 

Bernadette wiggled over, bending to read her friends weight, her rear almost knocking a frame off a nearby table. "Umm, like it says 300 Becca."

"What did you do to this thing?" Becca yelled at Marissa. "There is no way I'm 300 pounds!" She continued to shout.

"I didn't do anything. It read my weight correctly too, remember? But a bet is a bet." Marissa reached over nearby grabbing a pair of booty shorts and a tube top that matched their school colors, blue and pink. 

"This isn't over." Becca growled. "Bernadette get on the scale." Her friend did as instructed, and Becca read the weight. "271, what the hell!"

"I mean I guess our eating habits haven't been that great this year…" Bernadette admitted.

"Amber over here, now." Her friend complied and got on the scale. "272 pounds, God you two are just as fat as Moo-rissa!"

"But no one is as big as you Becca." Marissa added, going to her bully's side. "Just think of all those donuts you are this year, all that fast food you grubbed down, all the slices of pizza. Each candy bar, making its mark here." Marissa pushed a finger into Becca's large and soft belly. "But don't worry, I made sure to get each of you outfits in your size. So let's get changed so we don't miss another minute of the prom. Wouldn't want to miss the school's newest fat ass getting named prom queen."

Becca was disgusted. "There is no way I'm going to the prom, especially not in that."

"Oh but Becca we had a deal. And you wouldn't want the school newspaper's leading headline to read 'Popular Becca Brown's Now 300 Pound Life: How The Mighty Have Fallen' now would you? I think that headline would trump anything about the prom." Marissa had the widest grin on her face.

Becca just snached the clothes from Marissa's hand, while their host told them where they could go change. Amber and Bernadette couldn't even try and weasel their way out of this, even they had blimped slightly larger than Marissa this past year. Plus they knew Becca wouldn't let them get away unpunished if she had to endure this embarrassment.

Becca being a full-figured woman now had to squeeze her soft frame into the skimpy outfit. The tube top hugged her massive mammaries tightly, allowing her soft arms to hang in the wind. The hem only came down to about her belly button, showing off most of the supple belly she had grown this year. The booty shorts covered only what they were intended for, leaving Becca's meaty thighs mostly uncovered, and clinging tightly to her backside. Becca's flabby body jiggled with even the slightest movement. 

The large girl waddled back to the living room joining her friends who now wore matching outfits. They're nemesis could only smile with the site she now behold. "Marissa, please, you can't let us go to the prom like this. We're so sorry for all the times we picked on you." Becca begged shallowly.

"Yeah, we'll like do your homework or something." Bernadette said vapidly.

"We'll pay you money." Amber said trying to buy her way out of embarrassment.

"How about you all just stay for dinner?" Marissa proposed.

"That's it?" Becca was shocked they were going to be able to get out of their bet that easily. Trying to keep the deal on the table she tried to play it off like it was no big thing. "I mean, ok yeah that sounds do-able." The other two eagerly agreed as well.

"Great!" Marissa said with delight. "Then if you'll follow me this way." Marissa trailed off as she headed for a pair of closed double doors. Parting the doors revealed a dining table filled edge to edge with food. Three chairs sat in a row along one side, and each of the guests found themselves comfy in one. 

Not questioning why all this delicious food was ready at the drop of a hat, the three voracious girls were more focused on what they were going to eat first. Thinking with their stomachs as they had been all year, they each started to load up their plates and dig in.

The trio were stuffing their faces totally unprovoked, not rationalizing this is what got them into this predicament in the first place. Becca ate honey ham by the slice, while Amber loaded up on BBQ ribs. Bernadette was content with a double cheeseburger and chili cheese fries.

The girls chomped away, moving from one dish to another as they cleared them completely. Marissa only could revel in what was happening in front of her, pushing courses closer to each of her classmates so there was never a morsel out of reach. "Wishes really do come true." She said as her guests tested the capacities of their stomachs.

After over an hour of the girls going hog wild, all three of them were completely stuffed. Their belly's had filled so much their tube tops had ridden up, revealing even more of their fleshy pale domes. Marissa offered them a room for the night, and helped each one of them trot off to bed.

The next morning each of them woke up and went downstairs to find their host serving breakfast. "Good morning ladies, just in time for breakfast."

Having felt their debt was paid, they no longer felt the need to be chummy with their porker classmate. "Umm yeah I don't think we'll be staying for breakfast. Either way it looks like you only made enough for your fat ass." Becca chided, even though there was clearly enough food for a small party, or four fat girls. "You might have thought it was cute that the hottest girls in school got fat like you, but you'd be wrong to compare us. We've got tits and ass, and you've just got lumps. You'll always be Moo-rissa even if you're slightly smaller than us." Becca couldn't help but let her true personality shine.

"I'm sorry you feel that way Becca. I really thought after last night we could all be friends." This made Becca choke in disgust fakely, that was until Marissa brought the hammer down. "Cuz friends would never share online all the photos she took last night of the three formerly hottest girls in school pigging out on an epic feast, with all their newly acquired flab hanging out and jiggling everywhere." Marissa flashed Becca just one of the many embarrassing photos she had slyly taken last night.

"What, you want us to eat breakfast with you now in exchange for not posting those photos? Man how desperate are you for company?" Becca continued to ridicule.

"No, I want much more than that. I want to be friends with you guys. I want to be invited to hangouts, walk down the halls at school together, sit together at lunch, the whole nine yards. And if I feel for one minute that you guys aren't including me, those photos go online." 

*Pfft* "Fine." Becca huffed. "Only until graduation, then we go our separate ways."

"Deal." Marissa said with a grin. "Let's start off with some breakfast shall we." The girls knew they could have probably blown her off, but breakfast did smell pretty good so they decided to stay. Thinking all Marissa wanted were some friends, they weren't too worried about her presence for the next month. If only they knew Marissa wanted much more.

That Monday at school, Marissa caught up to her new friends, which was pretty easy as they waddled pretty slow these days. "Hey ladies!" Marissa cooed as she approached them with a large flat box. "I picked us up some donuts. You guys usually have donuts in the morning, right? I got a great deal on a dozen. Three for each of us!" But Marissa didn't touch any of the donuts, leaving each of the others to have four each.

That Monday was study group, and Marissa offered to grab the pizza since she was the newbie to the group. Showing up to Becca's house with six XL meat lovers pizzas and a few bottles of soda, the trio was more interested in pizza than studying. Marissa said she would dig in with them, but instead attended to her new friends hunger and made sure their soda cups were always full.

The three girls, despite being fully aware of their size now, continued the eating habits that got them that way. It didn’t help that Marissa was enabling them at every twist and turn either. She would bring them extra goodies at lunch time, or grab candy bars from the vending machine for them between classes. They were still working their shifts at McDonalds, and their appetites seemed even more ravenous when they were there. They were unable to control themselves around food, and ate anything put in front of them gladly.

Marissa being a nice new friend invited them over for large dinners as often as she could. The girls were hesitant, but the temptation of a great meal was too much for them these days. Their lives revolved around their next meal, and there were no limits they wouldn’t break when it came to their appetite. At first they were not excited to have Marissa tagging along with them, but they soon came to depend on her as they were able to be lazier and still eat to their heart's content.

A month after prom came graduation. Finally they would all be leaving high school with their degrees, and some students with much more than that. Becca, Amber and Bernadette were officially the fattest girls of their graduating class. Putting on 30 pounds each in the past month, Becca was clearly the largest, and her cohorts were now the size she was the night of their prom. They each waddled one by one across the stage receiving their diploma, filling their graduation gowns, resembling land whales, a common insult they used to fling in their torment of Marissa.

Torment Marissa they no longer did. It was only a moment after all the caps flew into the air that they were rushing to Marissa’s side, asking about dinner. “Your place tonight for dinner, right Rissa?” Becca asked, salivating. “Feast of the year you said, right?”

“Yes, of course ladies.” Marissa said with a smile.