Heavy Cream Cheerleader

Chapter 1

Every year I watched her abs disappear under a soft layer of fat with morbid fascination. Her jeans would tighten. Her shirts would cling to her. And every year that belly would melt away to reveal her abs again. And she would be back to sports and a perfect body. Every year without fail. I was curious. Having never been able to gain weight seeing another girl change like this was crazy.

The first time I saw it happen was so thrilling. We were having a sleepover and her off season for sports just started.

“I’m so excited that I don’t have practice.”

“Me too now we can hang more.”

“Mmmmmmm so happy I can just relax now too.”

She was on her fifth piece of pizza. Her normally flat tummy was a bit puffy.

“We should get another pizza.”

“We should get another everything.”

We had walked to the store and gotten basically every single thing in the snack and junk aisle. She had been eating most of it during our movie marathon.

“From where?”

“We could use one of those food things?”

“Good idea. Or we could just walk?”

“Oooof not with this food baby. Besides this is my time to be a couch potato.”
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“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

This past week she had kept to her original statement. Eating and laying around were her main activities. And it showed.

“I dare you to eat the rest of this food by yourself.”

“Ha jokes on you cause I was going to do that anyway.”

We watched the movie well she watched. I watched her devour a Costco large pizza, a tub of chocolate icecream, a tub of vanilla icecream, donuts, cookies, burgers, a two liter of coke, a quart of milk, and some chips.

“Woah.”

“Urrrrrrrrrp I have to unbutton these.”

She unbuttoned her jeans. Her fat little belly plopped out. Without thinking I poked it.

“How did you fit all that in there?”

“Practice. Haha just wait till thanksgiving. Mmmm so much yummy food.”

“Practice?”

“Yeah so much practice.”

I needed to hear more. I wanted her to eat more. I wanted to see how big her belly could get.
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Each sleepover she looked softer. Her clothes were tighter. Her soft tummy would spill over her jeans. Her belly button was deep. I took great pleasure it enabling her gluttony with baked goods and junk food.

And it wasn’t just sleepovers. At school I brought her goodies. I shared my food. It was fun watching her gorge herself at lunch and then suffer through her classes with a food baby.

“Let’s get some McDonald’s.”

The mall was within walking distance from our school. We went there pretty much everyday. Any opportunity to feed her I took.

“Urrrrrp this is so good.”

“Here have mine I can’t finish.”

“Pffff pip squeak I’ll show you how it’s done.”

It was easy to bait her into stuffing her face. I watched in awe as she continued to grow before my eyes.

“Wow.”

“See urrrrrp told you.”

“Am I still coming to your house after this to do homework?”

“Yup. Hey don’t tell my mom we had McDonald’s.”

“Why?”

“Cause then she won’t let me have snacks. I’ll have to wait till dinner.”

I watched her pudgy tummy spill over her jeans as we walked into her house. She made a B line for the kitchen and gather as many snacks as she could and headed to her room.

“Wow.”

“Ugh I forgot a few things.”

As we studied she chowed down with my subtle encouragement.

“You should probably finish that so she doesn’t find out.”

“Ugh good point. Plus it’s so good.”

I watched hungrily as she continued to force down more and more.

“How are you going to have room for dinner?”

“I always have room for dinner. Mind over matter.”

She rubbed her tummy.