Chapter 3

For the next month, Alyssa would continue to gorge herself but within a few hours, do so again and stuff herself to full capacity. With this enhanced appetite, the pounds quickly began to pack on.

A good portion of the weight was settling on her growing pot belly, forming love handles. Her bust and her ass expanded just as surely and her thighs had become considerably thicker. A lot of the weight went to her bust, which made her go through about 3 cup sizes. On average Alyssa gained around 10 or so pounds a week. By the end of the month, Alyssa weighed 212, total of 44 pounds.

"Well, it's finally happened," Alyssa said to herself resignedly, "I've become a fatass," smacking her growing rump. She stood in her panties and bra. Her panties were little more than a lacey thong which dug into her soft flesh. Her bra, way too small for her EEE cups, pushed them them towards her start of a double chin. Over the past month, her face had softened. The planes of her face less sharp. Alyssa's pouting red lips became thicker, almost looking like they were begging to be kissed. Her cheeks had become slightly flushed permanently, enhancing her face with a slighly cherubic look.

She stood in her room, gazing at her reflection in the full length mirror in her room. For the first few weeks, her gain could be shrugged off as a couple measley pounds, nothing substantial. Somehing that could easily be worked off. For most of the past 2 weeks, she had increasingly struggled squeezing into her uniform, and holding her breath so that the uniform wouldn't tear from being stretched to the fabric's limit.Today was different though, she could not get the waist of her shirt past her thighs and belly.

"That's probably the 3 buckets of KFC yesterday coming back to punish me," she muttered while gazing down at her belly. Her belly had grown noticeabe, growing a decent and pillow-like pot belly that curved slightly inwards at the center, as if the there was a depression from someone sleeping there. Her love handles were starting to develop rolls.

A knock on her bedroom door snapped her out of her musings. "You alright in there?" Tom's voice called out, unnaturally loud after her quiet contemplation of her body. "You've been in there for quite a while."

Feeling a surge of boldness, she went over and opened the door and stood there in front of him, resplendent in all her glory. His eyes widen as they travel across her growing figure. His gaze lingers upon her bra that had flesh spilling over the too small straps, along with her soft and thickening arms which were partially blocked by the breasts spilling from the overflowing cups. Her skin had such a creamy soft look, it took all his strength not to make an advance. "Not yet," he thought to himself.

Holding her too small uniform before her she said "I think I might be needing a new uniform. On my day off, I'll probably have to buy a few things for a new wardobe as well."