chapter 3 heifer glanville

Danielle sat in math class daydreaming again. She rarely focused in class these days, either thinking about what she was going to wear for Halloween or, much more frequently, obsessing about stuffing her face. It had been a couple of days since she'd eaten a whole pizza by herself, and since that night it had been an almost nonstop cycle of eating and masturbating. She probably would have sat there daydreaming all afternoon had the bell not rung at the end of class and snapped her out of it.

Danielle entered the girl's locker room before gym class to find Heather Glanville at the locker next to hers. Heather normally skipped gym, but every once in a while she would show up so as to meet the minimum attendance requirement for a passing grade. It was obvious that she didn't like being there.

Danielle had practically grown up with Heather, although some would say Heather did most of the growing. Most of the kids in school made fun of her because she wasn't too smart, plus she had always been the fat girl in school for as long as Danielle could remember. She was a few inches taller than Danielle, and she must have been over 200 pounds. "Heifer Glanville" had become a popular nickname for her.

Danielle did her best to never look in Heather's general direction while she changed, and as a result she had never seen Heather without her clothes on, which she usually counted as a blessing. But as she stood there that day, Danielle's newfound obsession with her own belly had her wondering what the belly of a big girl like Heather must have looked like.

While she was opening her locker, Danielle could hear Heather pulling off her shirt next to her. She heard the two skinny girls on the far end of the row of lockers giggle to each other, surely at Heather's expense. She had to know what the fattest belly in school looked like. She turned her head slightly and peeked towards Heather. The heavy girl stood with her arms raised as she pulled her gym shirt over her head, offering a clear view of her body. She was so flabby all over, the result of a lifetime of overeating. She had enormous breasts, which shook around violently in her huge bra as she struggled with her shirt. Beneath that hung a truly massive belly the likes of which Danielle had never seen. It was like an endless pile of flabby rolls had been slopped on top of one another to form one large mass. The last roll hung down well over the front of her pants. Heather finally got the shirt down over her head, at which point Danielle snapped back towards her own locker so as not to be caught looking.

She could feel that wicked sense of excitement building up inside her. What was wrong with her? Why was fat becoming such a turn on all of a sudden? She pulled her shirt off and rummaged through her locker for the ratty t-shirt she always wore to gym class. On the far end of her row of lockers, the two skinny girls were still giggling and whispering to each other. She didn't pay too much attention to it since it was nothing new for people to make fun of Heather. Next to her, she could hear Heather removing her pants and reaching for her gym shorts. Danielle shot a quick glance towards the big girl, seeing her incredibly thick thighs and a side view of what had to be the largest ass she'd ever seen before again shifting her eyes back towards her own locker.

The girls at the other end of the row were laughing now and their whispers got a little bit louder, at which point Danielle began to pick up what they were saying. She didn't look at them, she just continued to face her locker as she listened in.

"Look at that gut," one of them whispered. "Imagine how fat it would look without Heather's huge jelly belly next to it, making it look small by comparison."

The giggling girls weren't mocking Heather, but were instead criticizing the small bit of flab that had built up on Danielle's waistline. Though she could feel her face getting redder, Danielle continued to pretend that she couldn't hear what the skinny girls were saying. She pulled on her t-shirt and pulled down her jeans, standing in her too-tight panties and socks.

"Look, she's got a fat butt, too," one of them whispered.

"Those panties look like they're about to rip in half," the other chimed in. "She's gonna be fatter than Heather soon." This caused another round of giggling.

Danielle's face was bright red by the time she pulled on her gym shorts and hurriedly stuffed the rest of her things in her locker. In her rush to leave the scene as fast as possible, she started towards the door without looking and ran right into Heather. Danielle's chin and neck pressed into the big girl's heaving chest, while Heather's massive belly collided with Danielle's breasts and middle. She bounced backwards off of Heather quickly, mumbling an apology before again making her way quickly towards the door. The giggles grew into a deafening laughter behind her as she left the locker room.

As she stood in the shower that night, Danielle could not get the voices of those two skinny locker room girls out of her head. She couldn't believe that they were now mocking her for the same reasons they usually mocked Heifer Glanville. She had been mortified during the whole ordeal, but now she found it kind of thrilling. She grabbed a handful of her soapy, wet belly and thought about how much her body was changing lately. She had been obsessed with seeing her belly fill up and deflate the next day, but had felt no love for the weight she had been putting on as a side effect. She viewed it as a necessary evil, something she had to live with if she was going to keep filling her face the way she loved to do. But as she fondled her growing belly and butt beneath the flowing water, she found herself inexplicably turned on by the softness that was building up on her body.

She had never cared much for fat people. She was a teenage girl, which meant being thin was a major priority. But more and more she found herself fantasizing about being fat. She didn't really want to get fat, but the fantasy of becoming a token fat girl was becoming one of her more frequent daydreams. As she had been about most of the things she was feeling lately, she was totally confused by how she could go from being turned off by fat people her whole life to now masturbating to thoughts of getting huge herself. Maybe it was inevitable; perhaps a love of stuffing is doomed to progress into a love of fat. She didn't know how it was happening or why, but as she explored the new chubbiness of her body in the shower, she just knew it felt good.

She pleasured herself in the shower, staring at her potbelly as the water ran off of it. As the waves of pleasure hit her, she could hear those girls in the locker room talking about how chubby she was getting. She wondered what they would say next time, and what they would be saying a few months from now. What if her fantasies became real? Right then she didn't care about the weight anymore, or what people said about it. In fact, she wanted more of it, as much as she could get. She bit her lip as she wondered what it would feel like to be as big as Heather. She didn't know if she could ever really get that fat, but at that moment she loved the idea of it.