Prison weight

chapter 2

I always knew that Ally loved the quarterback. The guy made varsity freshman year, I mean, all the girls loved him. Apparently Ally loved him more than any of them. She tried not to show it, but I saw how her tan cheeks blushed when he'd walk into class late almost every day. She used to remind him to be on time, but now she'd softly say, "I'm glad you made it, Trent."
Months went by, and I noticed that she had stopped saying anything. I assumed it was just part of Trent being privileged. I was more focused on Miss Cairns (Ally). She hadn't gained any weight except for her ass. Her favorite outfit seemed to be a white blouse which fit tightly and a black skirt that fit even tighter. She strutted around the classroom looking like a mermaid or something. I was in love.
Then one day, Miss Cairns was gone. We had some old dude for the rest of the year. The local news told the story: Teacher Charged with Raping Student.
So, there it was. She couldn't post bond, she was held in county until her trial. They found her guilty, and now she's doing 10 years. Luckily for me, my sister was caught robbing a bank at the same damn time. So I got to vicariously experience her weight gain.
See, my sister knew about my fetish and told me what was up with Ally. They were cellmates! Ally was super depressed, for obvious reasons. Ally's husband remained loyal to her and would put hella money on her books. She would devour zebra cakes and never really share with my sister. Ally just sat on her bunk clad in black and white stripes, grazing on junk food all day every day.
A soft cloud of flesh covered her slim stomach. What was once smooth now appeared loose and lumpy. Her tan had all gone away, she was now pale. The streaks in her hair were fading, and she was basically back to a brunette at this point. Her ass had succumbed to the square shape of her hips, and those scrumptious cheeks started to sag, now corrupted with cellulite. Her pink pussy was now hidden by her expanding, jiggly thighs. Her breasts became DDs, now resting over her buried ribcage, her nipples facing the line at which her pooch began to protrude. Her belly button was now an innie. Inside of her belly button were crumbs from crackers and cakes.