Chapter 1 - Claire

Claire was a slim girl at 135lbs, flat stomach a cute little bubble butt and a decent sized rack.

Claire woke up from her slumber. It was the first day back at college after her summer break of partying, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, eating whatever she liked.

She walked to her en-suite bathroom to take a shower. Butt swaying from side to side like it usually does… however now it jiggled with every step.

As she looked into the mirror, she noticed a slight bulge in her lower abdomen. She'd never had a gut before, but now there it was. She reached out and touched it, feeling the squishiness of her newfound fat.

“Ha, must be from the pizza and beer last night… it’s just bloated…. It will go down”

Claire went about her morning routine, brushing her teeth, fixing her hair and putting on her favorite jeans.

“Damn I can’t wait to show off my ass I.these” she smirked knowing her ass was a real head turner.

She stepped into the jeans and started pulling them up her legs. Once they reached her lower thigh she felt some resistance.

"Oh come on," she muttered, giving them a harder tug. They slid up another inch before finally giving way and stretching over her rounder, fuller ass. The button and zipper were a struggle as well, refusing to meet in the middle like they used to. Claire managed to get them done by laying down and sucking in, but not without a few exasperated grunts and groans.

Claire lay there on her bed, out of breath and hesitant to relax her belly. The faint sound of stitches groaning filled the room.

"Oh, come on. I'm not that fat," she mumbled to herself, sitting up and glaring at her reflection in the mirror. But there it was: a small paunch, a hint of love handles, and a rounder, fuller figure than she remembered. She stood up, feeling the weight of her body more heavily than ever before.

Looking in the mirror she sucked in her belly.

"Oh, come on. This is ridiculous." Claire muttered, trying not to believe what her eyes were seeing. She pinched the flesh on her waist, feeling the softness and giving way under her fingers. It had always been firm and toned before. Now it felt... different.

She turned around slowly to assess her most prized asset. Her once round firm ass looked and felt different. Her ass looked packed into her jeans like a second skin.

"This can't be right," she thought, grabbing a handful of her cheek. It felt... squishy. She squeezed harder, feeling the softness yield under her fingers. It was almost painful. "I must have gained some water weight or something," she told herself, trying to convince herself it was nothing more than that.

She quickly forgot about her worry of gaining weight as her ass looked amazing in these jeans.

"Well, at least I'm still a little hot," she thought, smirking at her reflection.

As Claire walked down the hall to her first class, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her body. Every step was a struggle, her breasts felt heavier, and her ass seemed to wobble with every step. She tried to suck it in, to make herself look smaller, but it was no use. She was undeniably bigger.

She took her seat in class, avoiding eye contact with her friends as she adjusted her seat to make herself more comfortable. Her ass seemed to sink into the soft cushion, making her wonder if she'd ever be able to fit into her desk chair again. The slight bulge in her lower belly was visible even when she sat down, and she couldn't help but reach over to touch it, feeling the softness of the fat beneath her fingers.

Throughout the class, she constantly shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Her breasts felt heavy and sore, and she could feel the extra weight of her body in every movement. She glanced down at her lap, unable to help but notice how her thighs touched, rubbing against each other with each movement.

When class finally ended, Claire made a beeline for the bathroom. She needed to take a look at herself in the mirror and see if there was anything she could do about her new figure. But when she finally got there, she froze. Staring back at her was a stranger; a curvier, fuller version of herself. Her once-toned stomach was now rounded and soft, her breasts larger and fuller, and her ass... well, it was still amazing, but it was definitely bigger.

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, feeling the extra weight of her curls. Maybe it was just a temporary thing, she thought. Maybe she'd lost some muscle tone during the summer break and now she just needed to work it off. But as she turned to leave the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror one last time. The stitches in her jeans were stretched to the limit over her swollen butt.

Claire's heart sank. She knew she wasn't going to be able to hide her new figure from her friends for much longer. She would have to confront the reality of her situation. But how? She couldn't very well just come out and ask them if they noticed anything different about her. That would be embarrassing.

Time for lunch! The cafeteria was filled with delicious food. Claire opted for her favourite. Loaded fries and a strawberry milkshake.

"Hey Claire, you look great! Did you do something different with your hair?" One of her friends asked as they sat down together at a table. Claire forced a smile and thanked her, deciding not to mention anything about her new figure. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she ate, constantly adjusting her clothes and trying not to draw attention to her fuller figure.

As they continued to eat, Claire noticed that her friends were being unusually quiet. They were glancing at her every now and then, their eyes lingering on her curvier assets. Claire felt a blush creep up her neck and onto her face. She knew they had noticed the change in her. She just didn't know how to bring it up without making things awkward.

The loaded fries are just like she remembered. Covered in nacho cheese and pulled beef brisket. As she swallowed. She heard that familiar creaking and groaning noises from this morning.

"So Claire, you look like you've been working out or something?" Another friend asked, noticing her discomfort. Claire forced a laugh, trying to play it off. "Yeah, I've just been hitting the gym hard, you know, getting ready for beach season." She hoped they would buy it.

At this point she finished half of her fries and that squealing/groaning sound got louder.

"Oh, that reminds me of this workout video I found online. It's called 'Bikini Body Bootcamp'. You should try it, Claire. It's supposed to be really good for toning up all your trouble spots," her friend Emily chimed in, giving her a knowing look. Claire felt her face heat up even more. She knew Emily was just trying to be supportive, but she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the conversation.

A little pissed off. Claire rammed the rest of the Fries into her mouth and stuff up quickly. Just as she was about to storm off, the force of all of the fries in her belly coupled with standing up to quick and forgetting to keep her stomach sucked in. With a loud groan and pop. The button on her favourite jeans burst off with so much force it bounced off the opposite wall of the cafeteria.

"Oh my god Claire, are you alright?" Her friends shouted, jumping up to help her. Claire felt a combination of embarrassment and anger course through her veins as she looked down at her jeans. The seams were split, the fabric stretched to its limits over her now curvier hips and ass. There was no hiding it anymore.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to go change," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Her friends exchanged glances, obviously not buying her act. They knew something was up.