chapter 33

“Wow, is this really my ass?”

Allison stood in front of a full-length mirror in the dressing room, wearing a pair of high-waisted jeans that Carly had picked out for her. It was like an artist had painted the jeans on her coke-bottle body. The jeans lifted her butt and cinched her waist, making her ass look more pronounced than ever. She swiveled back and forth, amazed at this juicy peach.

“Damn, Allison, those squats are working!” Carly said. “I hope you like men staring at your ass, cuz even I can’t stop looking at it right now.”

Allison smiled proudly. She remembered all those gym selfies she used to take and send to Jeremy, futilely arching her back and sticking out her bony ass, trying to make it look sexy. Now, it didn’t matter how she stood. Her ass was plump. All those burgers and burritos and pizza, the long nights of chugging melted ice cream; it had all paid off.

“What if I sent a selfie to Jeremy?”

“What? To your boyfriend? Are you crazy?”

“My ass looks incredible! He would flip at the sight of my dumptruck. We know he likes fat girls. Maybe I’ve been too hard on him.”

“You were just talking about how angry you were at him after me and that girl Sarah … you know … had an incredible threeway-slash-stuffing session.”

“Oh yeah. How could I forget?” Allison said, rolling her eyes. “I’m serious, though. I’ve been so freaking horny since I fucked Tony. And my ass looks so fucking good right now. Can’t I send a few photos to at least one of them?”

“Allison, babe. I know this might be hard to understand, but … no! I don’t think you realize how hot you are getting. How sexy you are. You have hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men drooling over your photos online. You’ve got to stop defining yourself in terms of Jeremy or Tony. How many men have you had sex with?”

“Oh, I, um. Is that really necessary to know?”

“C’mon. How many?”

“Mrumpf,” Allison mumbled.

“What?”

“Three! Okay?” Allison shouted. “Just three. My college boyfriend. Jeremy. And now Tony. I know you’ve had sex with half the men in Texas, and you think I’m a prude, but I’m not ashamed.”

“Shame? Who said anything about shame? Three is a perfect number. I just think you owe it yourself to experience this fat girl journey to its fullest. You’re turning into a goddess. You should enjoy it, no? So, just hit pause on talking to Jeremy or Tony for now and think about other men. Let’s take some photos of you in these jeans for Lilly to post later. Oh, and try these on.”

Carly tossed Allison two skimpy pieces of red fabric.

“A bikini?” Allison asked.

She held the swimsuit against her plump body, unsure if she could squeeze herself inside them.

“Don’t worry,” Carly said, winking. “They’ll stretch.”

“You think I can really pull it off?”

Allison had never worn a bikini since … well … ever. It was laughable now, but Allison (when she was skinny) was too afraid to wear a bikini. Her tiny tummy embarrassed her, as did her relatively flat chest. Reluctantly, she stripped off her jeans, her underwear, and her top. She closed her eyes as she pulled the red bikini on her chubby body, grunting as she struggled to get them past her thick thighs. She kept her eyes shut tight as she pulled the bikini bra on, tucking her now sizable jugs into the cups. She remembered how much she used to hate her body. All the salads. The low-carb snacks. Her stomach rumbling in hunger. Long days at the gym trying to get that “sexy” body. Then she opened her eyes.

“Holy fucking shit,” Allison said. “I look like BBW Baywatch!”

Maybe it was the recent buffet stuffing, but Allison looked stunningly chubby. The red fabric stretched tight against her fupa, her belly sticking out above. The red seemed to draw her eyes to her wide hips. Her ass was getting so big she could see it from the front. Her full tits looked like they could bounce out of the bikini bra at any second.

“Still thinking about those boys?” Carly asked.

“Heck no,” Allison said. “I’m thinking about getting fatter — and getting fucked.”

“That’s my girl! The student is becoming the master. Let me snap a few photos of you in that bikini, then we’ll put those jeans back.”

“We’re not getting the jeans?”

“We’re getting them a few sizes bigger. You’re a growing girl, aren’t you?”

“Me?” Allison smiled devilishly. “I haven’t even begun.”

Then she got an especially horny idea.

“I know we just got done with the buffet, but do you mind if we stop at McDonald’s on the way home? I want you to film me stuffing myself with burgers in my new red bikini.”

“Absolutely,” Carly said. “Just save a few for me.”