Chapter 5 - lap of luxury (2/2)

Ever since Bethany's ordeal with her constricting jeans, she had settled on leggings and stretch pants as her primary attire. It detracted from her meticulously planned outfits and made her look more casual than she'd have liked, but it would have to do. Her parents still had not bought a new washing machine, after all. Even if they had, Bethany thought, would she want to give up the addition of elastic, comfy material? Now, rather than feeling her thickening legs strain against her jeans whenever she sat, Bethany was treated to the sensation of her flabby thighs spreading out over whatever chair she chose.

While her jeans contained her multiplying curves, now that the dam had broken, the supple flesh of her inner thighs flooded into each other, obliterating any hope for a gap. If shorts had been in season, Bethany's peers would have been treated to the sight of her budding layers of cellulite rippling with each step she took. Although if her leggings were taxed any further, they would soon leave just about as little to the imagination.

If she were to be honest, the soft fabric stretching to accommodate her extra padding tantalized her; so much so that Bethany had taken to immediately plopping her fat ass down on the sofa the second she was home. And god, was her ass fat. Her thighs were doing their part to wear down whatever clothes she managed to tug over them, but anyone could she her ass was stealing the show.

Even when she had been thin, Bethany's panties were given clear view through her leggings whenever she bent down, by virtue of the sheer size of her backside. These days, however, by merely existing within the confines of her leggings, Bethany's ass turned them transparent. No one could catch sight of her panties, though, as her ass crack seemed to have swallowed them whole.

As a result of the extra weight, Bethany's butt cheeks were forced to forfeit their spherical status. Rather than remaining round, each cheek pooled out and over the backs of her thighs. They were still undeniably two juicy, jiggly orbs, but now flab had begun to weigh them down and loosen the tone that had held them together.

Bethany's breasts suffered a similar fate, now spilling almost completely out of her bras. Even the fat of her side boob had transformed into a hefty roll and was creeping over her bra straps, which already were cutting into her softer shoulders. If she had not been in denial, perhaps she would have sprung for G cups, as almost half of each boob was on full display. Her ever deepening canyon of cleavage led the curious eye right up to her double chin which now hung below what were becoming permanent chipmunk cheeks. Even Bethany's dazzling eyes, expert makeup job, and deliciously full lips couldn't distract from the damage her binging had done.

Although, it was doubtful that her lips, however full, would even help in the first place as they spent most of their time sucking down snack after snack.

What impressed most, especially her growing posse of feeders, was the elimination of what others had deemed an impossibly flat belly. To any other girl on campus it was maddeningly unfair that Bethany was blessed with a curvaceous figure, all her weight going to her ass and tits while her tummy was untouched. Much to their delight, though, Bethany's budding belly had finally caught up.

A slight overhang of flab and evolved into a full on takeover of Bethany's lap. Even with her widening thighs creating on expanse of lap space, her stomach was intent on filling every inch. Her belly now stuck out about half a foot from her. That is, until one reached her belly button, where most of Bethany's gain had settled. Whereas the rest of Bethany's belly was relatively self contained, right above her underbelly was a pool of pure lard. Her soft skin oozed over her thighs, surging forward in a race to reach her knees, her navel at the forefront of it all. As of now, it was only halfway to its goal, but it showed no signs of stopping. The only way Bethany was ever able to halt its progress was to unstick her plump thighs and let the soft flab cascade down between them. Fortunately, Bethany would have little need for lap space if she continued to indulge herself, as her burgeoning belly could soon act as her personal, fleshy table.

"Wouldn't that be the life, students? NO responsibilities. LIMITLESS food. That is, if any of you fancy laying eggs for the rest of you life! HA! Now isn't that something?"

Bethany had just finished munching away on the excess of snacks that had been thrust on her throughout the period, and by this point it was a common occurrence to see her stomach spilling out from beneath her formerly loose fitting blouses. As the teacher's chuckles lulled her to sleep, drool forming on her lips, Bethany could her faint chatter from the other girls at her table. Although she would not remember it.

How big do you think she is? She's gained like 80 pounds! She's such a pig. I know, right? How much does she weigh? 180? 190? No fucking way she's a pound below 200! I swear, she never stops eating! Fucking cow. Yeah, I bet she'd eat in her sleep if she could! To think she used to be anywhere close to hot. Ha! Ew, guys, I think she's drooling into her cleavage... Disgusting!

These whispers were only fragments of sound, more akin to white noise than anything. But as sleep took Bethany, even those were lost to the darkness.