chapter 1

Cheyenne wore too much makeup on her slightly full face. She was pale and had white blonde hair and blue eyes. She had nice pert breasts. I think a C cup. She looked a little like that fetish model, Fifi Foxx.

Cheyenne had just gotten to 11th grade, the point where gym class wasn’t required. She was never toned and I’m pretty sure gym, was the only exercise she ever got.

“I’m so glad I don’t have gym class anymore. It was such a waste of time.”

I honestly wasn’t listening to what she was saying. I was just staring at the tiny sliver of pale flesh poking out over her favorite blue jeans. She was digging into her second bag of fast food that she had asked me to bring her on my way back from surfing.

“I mean it’s not as if I needed to workout like some of the girls in there.”

I looked back down to that soft flesh. A little bit of grease dripped down her chin. She had asked for a lot of food. A lot of food. And it was fascinating watching her eat it all.

“Ugh urrrrrrp.”

She leaned back and smiled.

“Awww that hit the spot urrrrrrp.”

That night I couldn’t stop thinking about that softness I saw. I wanted to touch it. I brushed the thought away, until I got a text.

Cheyenne: ugh I shouldn’t have eaten so much. My mom made a ton of food and insisted I take seconds and dessert.

I put the phone down and tried to focus on something else.

A week later:

I tried to resist the temptation. But seeing that soft midriff in such tight jeans; that pliant supple flesh with a new layer of fat. Such a lazy greedy girl munching on all types of snack cakes, fast food, followed by a massive dinner at home. Not to mention the movie nights where she would get high and eat all the snacks and pizza that I conveniently kept around for her.

I couldn’t help it. It was too much fun to see her lose control.

“God I’ve got to stop buying this stuff. I’m like a junk food addict.”

Even as she said this she was eating these chocolate cream cakes and drinking sprite. Her soft belly just beginning to fold over her shorts. She was hopeless.

“I mean if I keep eating like this I’ll get fat.”

I handed her another box. She wordlessly opened it and started shoving the treats in her mouth. I started laughing.

“What?”

She said spraying crumbs.

“Oh shit seriously.”

“I’m sorry I had to.”

The look on her face was hilarious she was still eating them steadily.

“Don’t buy these anymore. I can’t stop eating them.”

“I think I should buy more so maybe there will be some left.”

I poked her belly. It was so squishy.

“Hey that tickles. Seriously though I’m gonna get fat if I keep eating like this.”

“Oh shut up and enjoy them. You have already eaten so many of them. You might as well finish them.”

“I mean yeah I will eat them all now so that I won’t be tempted later.”

A week later:

Cheyenne was at my house for our weekly sleepover. I had made sure to stock the house with her favorites. She had become quite fond of weed this year. This had only intensified her cravings for junk food and aversion to exercise.

“I don’t know why you waste your time with that stuff.”

She said while taking a hit.

“What stuff?”

“The surfing the healthy food and yoga.”

“I like it, it makes me happy and feels good and tastes good.”

“Whatever.”

She shoved some pizza in her mouth. She had been busy sitting around I guess judging by her plump arms and increasingly soft middle. She kept eating throughout the movie.

“Wake up.”

“What?”

Cheyenne was shaking me. I guess I had fallen asleep exhausted from the sun and surf. Her eyes were so red.

“I’m starving.”

“There is food in the cupboards. Let me go back to sleep.”

She disappeared and returned with arms full of food. I fell asleep again. In the morning I woke up to the best sight. Cheyenne was on her back, spread eagle, chocolate smeared around her lips, empty chip bags and candy around her. Her belly was sticking up her shirt riding up. She was snoring loudly.

Another week:

Cheyenne was getting ready for school. Madison was picking her up.

“Come on Cheyenne we gotta go.”

“Alright I’m coming.”

“Finally took you long enough.”

“Back off. Ugh I forgot breakfast. Ooooo donuts.”

I had a box of donuts for this exact purpose. She could never just have one she would always eat the whole box.

“Good?”

“I didn’t have breakfast.”

She put the last donut in her mouth. I saw her pudgy belly. She unconsciously tugged her shirt down.

After school:

“Come on please please I’m starving here.”

I looked at her pudgy belly poking over her jeans.

“I’ll give you $30 if you do.”

“Ugh fine. You are lucky you are on my way home.

I took the money and went surfing then grabbed the food for her and was going to drop it off.

“Maddie come here.”

“What?”

“Look I really just want to get home.”

“No no come here please.”

I picked her up.

“What is so important?”

She grabbed the food from me and quickly motioned for me to go park somewhere as she stuffed her face.

“My mom can’t know I’m eating this. Especially after how much I ate at dinner. She doesn’t like me eating fast food.”

Looking at her I could see why. She was getting softer.

“Urrrrrrrp oh my god so much better.”

She unbuttoned her jeans and rubbed her belly. I poked her squishy middle.

“Hey stop it.”

“Sorry it just looks so soft and squishy.”

“I’m not squishy.”

“You full?”

“Um I mean I could go for some dessert.”

“What do you want?”

“Well I know Troy works at that ice cream place and that Ivy works in the cafe/bakery.”

She tried to mention casually. I drove her to the ice cream place.

“Hold up a second let me just fix my makeup and boobs.”

She fixed her makeup, tousled her hair, and pushed her boobs up and together more. I rolled my eyes.

“Okay ready.”

We walked into the shop. Troy was the only one there. He looked up at Cheyenne.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey Troy.”

Cheyenne said as she walked up to the counter. She leaned her elbows on it giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. He made the mistake of looking down.

“Can I get some ice cream?”

She batted her eyelashes at him and squeezed her boobs together. He gulped unable to tear his eyes from her chest.

“Sure.”

She went to sit down and I joined her.

“Seriously?”

“Watch.”
He came hurrying over setting down a huge thing of ice cream.

“I didn’t know what flavor you wanted so I brought a combination.”

He smiled awkwardly at her and she giggled and leaned forward to take a bite licking the spoon clean. He looked like he was going to lose his mind.

“Thank you Troy it looks delicious.”

She dripped some on her cleavage and his eyes immediately fell there.

“Oops ugh these puppies always get in the way. They are just so big now.”

She wiped the spot with a napkin causing the soft flesh of her breasts to jiggle. Troy was struggling. She giggled at him.

“Uhhh I gotta get back to the counter.”

I laughed at her.

“God you are shameless. He is probably going to be seeing you in his dreams tonight.”

“I know right.”

She finished her ice cream with surprising speed.

“Mmmm that was yummy. I’m ready for our next stop.”

I looked at her in surprise. She waved goodbye to Troy as we headed to the car.

“Did he seriously give you all that for free?”

“Yup. Now onward to the bakery.”

“How do you know Ivy will give you free stuff?”

“Oh well you will see.”

At the bakery:

“Hey guys.”

“Hey Ivy how are you?”

“I’m great Maddie.”

“Oh my god Ivy I would get so fat if I worked here.”

Cheyenne said while gazing around at all the goodies.

“I mean I have all these pastries I can dispose of at the end of the day. I don’t really want to throw them out but I also don’t want to eat them.”

“You know Ivy I can help you out with those. I would love to eat them.”

“I bet you would.”

I poked her middle. She stuck her tongue out at me.

“I mean yeah if you want them.”

She packed up all the pastries she was going to throw out.

“Thanks Ivy.”

Cheyenne started munching on them as soon as we got in the car.

“Jeez Cheyenne you are really pigging out today.”

“Urrrrrrrp what, I’m hungry.”

“Apparently.”

She continued to stuff herself. I drove her home and left her with the boxes of pastries. And yes multiple boxes.