Kim Stuck up Popular Girl Gains Weight

Chapter 1

Kim tightened her stomach muscles as she approached the double doors to the main hallway of Westwood High. Starbucks in one hand, Blackberry in the other, and Fendi purse slung over one shoulder, she cut a stunning figure as she walked down the hall. Kim had long blonde hair, an hourglass figure, and a perfect tan. Her right eyebrow was pierced, along with both ears, and she always had on the most stylish nail polish, bracelets, and accessories. Her breasts, C cups, were perky in a push up bra and her perfect, heart shaped ass stuck out behind her. She had a toned midriff that she loved to show off, and long, shapely legs. Kim's walk was perfected from hours of practice in the mirror; stomach in, chest out, glutes squeezing with each step, it was part pompous strut and part sexy swagger. She reached the door of her math class, and quickly checked her makeup before she strode in.

"Kim! You're late again!"

It was her teacher, Mr. Davids. The class was already full and it was true, Kim was late. Again. She stopped at the front of the class, and met his gaze with all eyes on her. She loved being the center of attention. Kim rolled her eyes before putting on her best pouty face.

"Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Davids," she cooed, "sometimes these things just slip my mind. Ipromise I won't be late again!"

Kim glanced quickly around the room, and made an extra effort to suck in her stomach and stick out her chest and bum. In a tight yellow tank top and black velvet miniskirt, Kim made quite a site for the boys—and girls—in the classroom. Mr. Davids found it hard to resist.

"Fine, Kim. Have a seat"

Loser, she thought, as she sat down next to her two best friends.

"Oh my God Kim you look so hot today!" whispered Ashley, Kim's most loyal friend.

"Thanks, I know." came the abrupt reply.

Her second orbiter, Jenna, leaned over, "Kim I just love your outfit."

"Thanks girl."

Kim smiled to herself. Ashley and Jenna were constantly sucking up to her, seeking her approval. Just the way she liked it. Kim took a quick look around the room.

Jocks in the corner checking her out? Check.

Nerds sneaking nervous looks at her? Check.

Goths staring enviously, wishing they were her? Check.

Cheerleaders gossiping and whispering, no doubt about her? Check.

Kim knew that at Westwood High, image was everything. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, took a sip of Starbucks, and checked her makeup again. Oh! Almost forgot, she chided herself. She put a light hand on her stomach, sucked in a little, and arched her back, pushing her chest up and out. Perfect, she thought, and began to fiddle with her Blackberry. Math was so boring.

After school, Kim arrived home and set her bag on the kitchen table. Her math textbook slid out, and she remembered the homework Mr. Davids had assigned. "Whatever," Kim though to herself, "I'll just get some nerd to do it." Hungry, she grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard and pulled out her laptop to check Facebook. As Kim expected, her latest profile picture had dozens of flattering comments, from girls and boys alike. The photo was of her posing in the bathroom mirror, with one hand on her hip, wearing a teeny purple tank top and a pair of black spandex hot pants. Her lips were pursed in a kissy face and the camera was angled perfectly to show off her best assets. She scrolled through the comments, putting the first chip in her mouth. Barbeque was Kim's favourite. She absentmindedly took another one, and started to browse the news feed. An hour passed, and all of a sudden Kim's salt-covered fingers were scraping the bottom of the bag.

"Oh!" she thought, stunned, "I've eaten them all! I guess I really was hungry." She had never finished a whole bag in one sitting before. Kim walked to the bathroom to wash her hands, and was a little taken aback by what she saw in the mirror. Her fingers and lips were covered in barbeque salt, and her normally flat stomach, now full of chips, was pushing out a few inches, stretching her tank top and the waistband of her skirt. "Oh God!" She thought to herself, embarrassed, "I look like a total slob! Imagine what they would say at school if they ever saw me like this!" She took a deep breath, and then exhaled, trying to relax. Despite her momentary distress, in truth Kim wasn't too worried. She had always had a fast metabolism, and had always managed to stay slim and toned with relative ease. Kim quickly washed her hands and face, and, sucking in her stomach, ran upstairs to change into something looser.