Chapter 2 - sneak peak (chapter 10)

After dating for a couple months, Natalie’s blown up quite a lot. Despite the slimming clothing she wears, I think everyone at this point can tell she’s fat. Thanks to what I have to assume are really strong girdles, her belly doesn’t usually show, but with her plump facial features, her overly protruding butt, and her somehow larger than before breasts, I don’t think anyone would mistake her for thin. I don’t even think anyone would mistake her for “just a little chubby”, she’s very clearly fat, and that’s even with her slimming attire.

Luckily, she doesn’t seem too upset by her size. I swear, I’m not trying to make her fat. I couldn’t do that in good conscious, given that she’s on a diet. But she just keeps getting hungrier and hungrier, and every time I ask about her diet, she tells me it’s her cheat day. I don’t really see the purpose of being on a diet if every day is your cheat day, but I obviously don’t mind. I've told her on multiple occasions how much cuter she looks with the extra weight. She usually responds with something along the lines of ‘Aw, that's sweet! But, I'm still going on a diet.’ Either way, as long as she’s happy, I’m happy.

It’s currently late November. Natalie and I are finishing up a lab assignment. She taps me on the shoulder, “hey, lab partner, wanna help me put things away?” she asks. “Sure, just let me finish the summary section.” “Oh, we can do that later,” she says, grabbing me by the hand pulling me away so I can help her. As I turn around to face her, I'm once again reminded of just how huge she is. It's actually been quite a while since her and I hung out like at the theater. I don’t actually know how big she’s gotten, but given that she looks like this, even with spanks, I can only imagine how fat she really is. She’s also grown quite a bit taller. She keeps insisting that I’ll catch up with her eventually, but neither of us really mind the height difference.

We both head back to the lab station, Natalie’s huge butt bouncing around in the process. We then start cleaning our work area. I gotta say, it’s actually kinda hard now, what with her increased size. I constantly have to maneuver around her large body to grab certain tools. She keeps moving around, and time and time again I just barely avoid dropping something as I’m smacked by her large butt or her big breasts. Unfortunately, my luck soon runs out. I open a drawer to put one of the beakers away, and as Natalie turns to the side, her colossal rear end bumps into me and sends the beaker flying across the room, hurtling to the ground and shattering into pieces. I’m in shock. My lab partner’s immense frame has finally caused its first lab accident.

“…oops…” she says.

Natalie quickly cleans it up. I offer to help, but she quickly declines, and given that we don’t have much time before class ends, I leave it at that. I hurriedly put everything away, wash the area, and finish the lab worksheet. Pretty soon, Natalie comes over and starts packing up. “Hey, you finished cleaning up?” I ask, sincerely. “As finished as I’ll get. The teacher told me one of the janitors is coming over next block to clean up the mess.” “Shouldn’t he just come at the end of the day?” “That’s what I said! I think the school is overly cautious of getting sued, though.” “Yeah, in case somebody accidentally gets broken glass in…their shoes” “I mean, yeah, right? I picked up most of the pieces, so even if somebody, like, trips and falls, the worst that could happen is they get a teensy cut.” Natalie responds, undoing her hair bun and putting back on her jewelry.

Pretty soon the bell rings. “Well, I gotta get to class. I’ll see you at lunch.” Natalie says, holding her hands out, gesturing for a hug. After hugging my soft, squishy girlfriend, I hear her belly grumble. “Hey, real quick Luke, can you get me a snack?” “Sure thing!” I say, reaching into one of the now 4 lunchboxes, 3 of which are for her. And judging by her increasing appetite, I get the feeling we’re gonna be moving up to 5 lunch boxes real soon. Or maybe I should just get a larger lunch box. “Thank you!” she says, kissing my cheek. “Oh, one last thing, before I forget…” I say, right before she darts for the door. “What’s up?” “I was wondering if, maybe…you could come over for Thanksgiving?” “I’d LOVE that! I haven’t met your parents yet, are they okay with me coming over? How much will they be making? How good are they at cooking?” She was going a mile a minute. I couldn’t help but giggle at her enthusiasm, but I had to quickly remind her she had to get to class. “Oh, right. See you at lunch, babe!” she blows me a kiss and darts off to her next block.