MJY: V2- C4 (Patreon)

Author's Note:  Okay, so this is about a 4,500 word update to Mia's Junior Year Volume 2 Chapter 2, I hope you enjoy!  This draft is a lot more polished than the last one.  New stuff can be found marked on page 8-19.  Now to work on "Fed up".

Thanks for all the support!

-Polaris

Mia’s Junior Year:  Volume 2

By Polarisdreamer

Chapter 4: C'est un cochon déguisé!

With Mia and Kate’s divergent daily habits established, the rest of their first week together after Fall Break continued very similarly to how it had started. Mia endeavored to expand her daily caloric intake while carefully maintaining appearances around campus and her boyfriend. Kate sought to rein in her enhanced appetite while improving her physical fitness with her boyfriend’s help.  Of course, Mia was all too eager to shame Kate around the house for her softer physique, and Kate was all too eager to encourage Mia to overindulge whenever possible. With the prospect of a fun-filled Friday night on the horizon, the temperamental housemates couldn’t resist feeding the flames of their fattening feud while they ‘helped’ each other get ready for a night out...

“How does this look?” Kate reluctantly asked, stepping out from her closet, knowing full well Mia would find a problem with anything she tried to clothe herself with thanks to her currently embarrassingly elevated weight.

“Looks like someone was left at the buffet too long.” Mia criticized, pausing only to take a bite of pizza and wash it down with a sip of beer, while she judgmentally observed the way Kate’s front-button long-sleeve tan-colored mini-dress looked far too tight, especially around the dress’s deep v-neck, “I don’t want to sound rude, but make sure you watch how much you drink tonight, otherwise those buttons are gonna blast off like gun shots.”

“I just bought this! It’s a size 10!  It can’t be THAT tight.” Kate pouted, as she glared at her annoying frenemy.

Mia was just sitting on Kate’s bed in a cute, dark blue, party dress while nursing her second beer and her third slice of pizza of the night so far. Kate was pleased she had tricked her bottom-heavy brat of a housemate into confiscating the Domino’s pizza she’d ordered. Getting Mia to overeat was becoming increasingly easy, Kate couldn’t wait until the results of Mia’s overindulgence started to really show.

The skimpy dress Mia had on, normally had the effect of making her boobs look a little bigger and highlighted her toned bubble butt, but on this night, while the dress was doing it’s intended job it also appeared to Kate that Mia’s dress was hugging her waist more tightly than usual. Perhaps all of Mia’s increased consumption during the week was producing some effect, even if it was slight. Kate prayed for the day Mia grew an embarrassing beer belly to rival that of her own.

“Oof, I don’t know. Looks like you’re a size 12 now.” Mia teased before smugly smiling at her dim-witted rival’s misfortune and taking another gulp of her beer.

“Holy f*ck, I am not a size 12!” Kate roared, as she turned and scanned her appearance in her closet mirror. After a moment, Kate felt her irritation growing as her eyes annoyingly agreed with Mia’s assessment. The dress was too small, or rather, her plumper body had grown too big… In a moment of vulnerability Kate thought to herself that she could probably burst some of her dresses’ buttons if she took in a deep enough breath… Snapping out of it and trying to save face, Kate made up an excuse, “I bet this brand just runs a size small.”

“Ha! Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Mia giggled, as the sudden snort of laughter she produced caused a carbonated belch to slip out unexpectedly, “*burrp!*”

Covering her mouth and blushing from the surprise, Mia was thankful Kate seemed to ignore her unladylike burp.

“I’ll prove this runs a size small!”  Kate growled, as she began unbuttoning her dress.  Mia’s jaw dropped as Kate’s plump belly jutted out once it was freed from the confines of her tight dress. Her eyes then darted upward, as Kate’s full and expansive breasts jiggled free.

Like the rest of Kate’s body, her breasts had grown in size, but proportionally more than the rest of her. Slightly buzzed from the beer she’s been drinking, Mia unconsciously put her hands over her own smaller boobs, and muttered, “Gosh Kate, your boobs look huge! Did you go up a cup size?”

“Sure did.” Kate shrugged, sounding like she was complaining for a moment before spotting some jealousy in Mia’s almond-brown eyes. Changing her tune Kate cupped her substantial breasts in each hand and pressed them together to flaunt their excessiveness in Mia’s smug face, “I may have got fat, but at least my boobs grew with me!”

“No wonder you can’t find a dress that fits.”  Mia huffed, biting her tongue and trying to play off her moment of boob envy like it was nothing. It was at that exact moment, Mia realized where her hands were resting, so she shyly removed her hands from her breasts trying not to draw attention to what she was doing.

Kate seemed like she was on the verge of saying something in response when the doorbell rang out from downstairs. Before Kate could get her thought out, Mia hopped off Kate’s bed, and happily hummed, “I’ll get it!”

Before Kate had a chance to say anything, Mia had already run out of the room.

As she raced down the steps, Mia couldn’t contain the fact that she was excited. The person at the door was none other than her high school friend, Claire, who’d arrived just in time for the weekend’s festivities. Halting herself from outright opening the front door once she finally reached it, Mia took a moment to catch her breath, adjust the spanx she was wearing to smooth out her softer waistline, and tug down her dress a little bit since it had ridden up thanks to the girth of her butt cheeks. Feeling settled and flawless, Mia proceeded to open the door and get a good look of her old friend.

Claire was looking a bit pale, as usual. The girl was never one to spend any substantial amount of time outside in high school, she never even did any sports. However, at 5’7 with a lean pear-shaped physique, she was still quite the knockout.  Her red lipstick, red party dress, and naturally short brown hair drew attention to her blemish-free face in the most flattering way possible.  Mia was almost speechless, her friend looked very good, and certainly a little bit thinner than she remembered.

      “Ohhh my gosh, hi Giiiirl!  You look sooo hot!” Mia half giggled, as she used her arms to welcome Claire to step inside.

      “Bonjour Mia! Comment allez-vous?” Claire played along, in her well-practiced French accent.

“Haha, ummm?  Salut!  Je suis bon!  Umm, Je suis boner?” Mia stated, with little conviction as she failed to hold in her bubbly smile.  

      “Hahaha, don’t you mean heureux?  That wasn’t even close Mia!” Claire laughed giving up on communicating with Mia in French since it was clear her French class buddy hadn’t practiced the language since senior year of high school.

      “What did I say?” Mia asked sincerely, as Claire hugged her and squeezed tightly.

      “You said boner!  Dummy!” Claire laughed subtly noticing something was a little off about her friend while they remained pressed so closely together.

      “Bahahaha, I never learned a thing in French class.  Mademoiselle Basset was such a b*tch...” Mia reminisced, before she used Claire’s hug as an excuse to give her butt a squeeze.  Claire had to be doing platies or spin classes or something because a girl with such a firm butt, that did no sports, was an enigma.

      “Hey! Cut it out you horny bugger!  How do you like it!?” Claire squealed, as she gave Mia’s rear a healthy squeeze.  She immediately noticed there was a lot more to grab than she remembered, Mia’s bubble booty felt thick and soft, nowhere near as hard and firm as it used to be.

      “I’m used to it. Just wait till I show you my boyfriend, Trent.  You’ll meet him later tonight, he is sooooo hawt!” Mia smiled as she parted from Claire and tried to fix her boobs, which were being squished by her tight dress.

Looking at Mia adjusting her bust, Claire gasped, “Your boobs got huge.”

“They look bigger?” Mia hummed with a smile, pleasantly caught off guard. She’d been praying all the food she was cramming into her stomach these past two weeks would help fill out her bust size. She hadn’t thought any weight had stuck around up there yet.

“Yeah, we used to be the same cup size, remember? Now look at you!” Claire exclaimed, as Mia’s eyes glanced at Claire’s b-cup breasts. They… They actually looked a little smaller than Mia remembered.

“Are you sure yours didn’t just shrink?” Mia teased, “You look like you’ve lost weight.”

“Maybe they did a little bit...” Claire begrudgingly acknowledged, sounding a little disappointed, “I started doing Zumba classes this year, and Zumba’s so fun, but… I don’t know. Maybe I should quit. I don’t wanna be flat-chested.”

“You’re not flat-chested! You look great! You’re so skinny! I’m jealous!” Mia enthused trying to cheer up her friend.

“I bet you are.” Claire hummed, looking Mia over again top to thick bottom. Her friend had obviously filled out a little bit, but it was undeniable that Mia still looked fantastic.

“Totally.” Mia smiled, as she grabbed Claire’s hand and lead her upstairs, “Come on, we gotta help Kate hurry up so we can go!”

“O-okay!” Claire muttered, while Mia dragged her up to Kate’s room, only to find Mia’s housemate with her back to the door struggling to zip up a snug-looking yellow dress.

It was obvious to Claire and Mia at a glance why Kate was having trouble, the dress was too small, and Kate was too big.

      “Are you serious? Kate, that’s not going to work. Just throw on one of those sweater dresses you like.” Mia couldn’t help but honestly blurt out since she wanted to get a move on.

“Alright fine! I give up. Nothing cute wants to fit tonight.” Kate sighed, as she turned around and made eye contact with Mia’s friend, “Hey.”

      “Hey. I am Claire by the way.  Nice to meet you!”  Claire warmly smiled, as she extended her arm for a handshake.  

      “Umm, we already met silly.  I was Mia’s roommate freshman year, you visited twice. Remember” Kate stated, unsure why Claire didn’t remember her.

      “Kate?!  Oh my, w-when did you get so fa…shionable, *cough* hmm, fashionable?” Claire muttered, as she tried to muffle her shock.  The Kate which Claire remembered was a blonde bombshell, not some bloated and busty looking bimbo.  In her head, Claire couldn’t help but judgmentally think, ‘What are they feeding all the girls at this college?’

       “Hahaha!” Mia exploded loving the fact that Kate had gotten so fat Claire had trouble recognizing her.

      “Just get out of my room and give me a minute. I’ll be right down.” Kate announced defeated, as Mia grabbed the remaining pizza from off Kate’s bed and ushered Claire to follow her downstairs.

A few minutes later, after another slice of pizza, the trio left the house. The streets of Adamsville were crowded with fellow college students setting out to seek a night of fun and merrymaking. After a few minutes of walking, the girls arrived at a large old house off-campus that was being rented out by a few members of the football team. This wasn’t the designated ‘football house’ this year, but the guy’s held reliably good parties pretty much every weekend.

At the party, Mia, Kate, and Claire met up with Jessica and Lara. After some reintroductions, the girls grabbed some drinks and hopped on the dance floor. Eventually, Jessica bailed on the group to make out with her relatively new boyfriend. Lara gravitated toward watching the crew of guys playing Kings in the kitchen. Kate eventually met up with Jay, and the two went down to the basement to play some beer pong together. That just left Mia and Claire.

Mia had wanted to introduce her to Trent, but her boyfriend wasn’t answering her texts. So, the girls played some flip-cup in the living room to pass the time until he arrived. As the night wore on, Mia grew increasingly more drunk, so much so that Claire quit drinking just in case Mia needed someone to take care of her later.

It was soon after Mia passed the point of complete inebriation that her boyfriend finally arrived. Claire got a first row view of Mia voicing her displeasure with Trent’s tardiness. The poor handsome fellow tried to calm her down by getting her to play beer pong with him, Mia refused. Instead, she paired Trent with Claire and excused herself to grab another drink.

Pent up and annoyed, Mia nursed her beer and ventured alone onto the dance floor again. Dancing as a method to ease her frustrations, Mia began to bounce in tune with the song that was playing all while keeping an eye on Claire and Trent. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the worries about sorority bingo in the back of her mind, but as she watched Claire and Trent play, she started grow a little bit jealous of Claire.

She was just about to go butt in and take her rightful place beside Trent when she noticed guy grinding up on her from behind.  This guy was big, probably one of the football players that was renting the house.  In her drunken state, Mia smiled, closed her eyes, and imagined making Trent so jealous that he ditched Claire to come dance with her.

Mia began to work her moves on this guy and could quickly feel him growing hard.  She was already close to the wall so with her bubble booty Mia pushed her dancing partner against the wall and started to give this lucky fellow a drunken standing lap dance.  Mia was quite good when it came to shaking her booty; she’d danced with many people during her college career.

He placed his hands on her waist and squeezed as she worked her booty up and down, Mia had to admit the contact felt very good.  She was in a perfect place with how drunk she was feeling to enjoy the experience.  As the song died down Mia turned round to look at her lucky dance partner, but… to her horror it wasn’t even a football player, it was….it was..

      “Brian Euuugh! What the f*ck do you… think you’re doing?”  Mia spat, louder than she realized.

      “Whoa, I was just dancing and saw you. Gosh, you were the one shaking all up on me!” Brian defended himself feeling completely out of his depth.

      “Shut up *Burrrp!* Brian!  I’ve told you once and I’ve told you…more than once.  You’re a nice guy, *burp!* but stop trying, I’m out of your LEAGUE. Maybe if you got in shape *hic* lost the gut… and got a haircut… Better clothes… MAYBE we could dance… But that’s IT! You still wouldn’t be in MY league!” Mia slurred her snobbish words, as she put her hands on her hips and looked glossy-eyes upon her overweight classmate with disgust.

      “I was just..” Brian stumbled. It felt terrible having his crush berate him like this.

      “Just what?  Hoping I was really *hic* drunk?  Like, sooo drunk I wouldn’t feel your boner pressing against me?!” Mia burst, as she lost her balance and stumbled into Brian’s arms, slurring, “I have a boyfriend! Brian!”

“We were just dancing, I’m sorry!” Brian tried to soothe the volatile diva, while he helped her stabilize her footing, “Are you okay?”

“I need the… guest-restaurant…” Mia drunkenly babbled, as the room started spinning a little faster to her eyes.

“Guest restaurant?” Brian muttered before it clicked, “Restroom? Okay sure, I’ll help you.”

“I don’t NEED your help! Where’s Trent??” Mia wobbly declared taking a few steps away from Brian and promptly stumbling onto the floor.

Embarrassed and insulted, Brian considered leaving her there for a moment before his conscience got the better of him and he picked her up, this time lifting her completely off the ground so she couldn’t stumble anymore and potentially hurt herself. In his arms, she felt weightless. Mia was such a beautiful creature, but such a nasty drunk. Brian carried her off the dance floor and over to her boyfriend, passing her off to him.

When he set Mia down next to Trent, she pulled on Trent’s arm, clumsily stood on her tippy toes, and whispering some incomprehensible babble into his ear that roughly translated to, “I don’t feel good. Take me home.”

       “Okay.” Trent muttered, as he led Mia away from Claire and Brian, and quickly exited the party.

       They eventually made it to Mia’s house, by then Mia had already started to get a little sick.  Trent took her to the bathroom and took care of her as she began to throw up.  Trent was pretty unhappy with the way the night turned out, but he took good care of Mia regardless until Claire eventually returned and offered to talk over so he could head home and get some sleep.

…

The next morning Mia woke up alone in her bed, snuggled under her covers, and hungover with a terrible headache. She felt like she was boiling under the silky bed sheets and fluffy comforter, so she clumsily kicked them off and onto the floor. Blinking a few times to clear her vision, Mia felt a bit clammy as she wiped some sweat from her forehead and struggled to sit upward. Bending at her waist was causing her to feel a little short of breath, she felt like her lungs were being constricted. Her hands unconsciously moved to investigate the problem and discovered the fabric of her dress was stretched tight across her midsection. Her stomach felt very full. Too full.

Looking down upon herself, Mia realized she was still wearing her blue dress from the night before.  Although she’d pretty much sweat straight through it.  She could even see the outline of her Spanx covering her bloated stomach. Wanting to breathe a little easier, Mia reached behind her back to unzip the damp dress, but as she stretched, she heard an unfamiliar sound. The seams of her dress crying out for her to halt.

Listening to her clothing, Mia gave up on taking it off until after she’d gone to the bathroom to pee. Rolling out of bed, Mia groggily walked to her bedroom door, almost stepping on Claire’s sleeping body in the process.  She hadn’t even notice her French class friend sleeping on the floor until just now but didn’t spare a second to worry about it.

After Mia finished in the bathroom, she washed her face and took a moment to look at herself in the mirror.  Her dress looked too tight on her body in its damp state, especially her gut, but she liked the way her perky breasts looked in it. Placing her hands on her boobs, Mia gave them a gentle squeeze.  They felt normal.  She tried to imagine what they might feel like if they were bigger, big enough that they’d be hard to cup with a single hand, bigger than Kate’s monstrous breasts.

“I’d look so hot.” Mia mumbled to herself, as her imagination got to picturing herself with a larger bust.

With her little fantasy satisfied, Mia brought her hands to the area of her stomach below her belly button, and slowly pinched what felt like a little newfound soft mound of flesh.  Her once flat stomach seemed to be poking out ever so slightly from her tight dress, even with her compressing Spanx on.

“Hmm, that’s new.” Mia softly spoke, as she turned to her side, and viewed her profile.  She sucked her stomach in hard and smiled, feeling for a moment like she looked as hot as ever with her alluring bubble butt and overall slim build.  Then, she let out her breath and watched with apprehension, as her stomach puffed back outward slightly. Frowning, Mia was struck by an intrusive thought:

‘I wonder how far outward my tummy goes now?’

Sucking in some more air, Mia inflated her midsection as much as she could. Her eyes were  in awe of what she was seeing. It was like she’d stuck a little balloon under her dress! She tried to stick her belly out even further, but the seams of her dress wined and deterred Mia from daring to push her stomach out any farther.

      “Gosh, all that dessert must be stretching my stomach.” Mia exhaled in a worried tone as she gave her inflated midsection a firm poke, before letting out the rest of the extra air she was holding in and allowing her stomach return to its normal size. Without the air stretching her skin, and her dress, to the limit, Mia realized that her core was feeling much softer than it used to. It was like she was slowly replacing her ab muscle with mush. Trying to make herself feel better about her changing physique, Mia muttered to herself, “I’ll just do some sit-ups this week.”

Shoving aside her internal worries, Mia twisted her softer core and stretched her arms behind her back so she could fiddle with her zipper. Eventually, she was able to peel her dress off, and then her underwear a moment after.  Now standing in front of her mirror completely naked, Mia could more clearly see how her bloated stomach looked to be swallowing up her previously toned midsection. Until now, it hadn’t felt like two weeks of carefree eating and zero exercise had really produced much change in her figure. But seeing was believing and Mia was believing it now.

Mentally she had known this would happen eventually, but it was hard coming to grips with what she saw in the reflection.  Her softer waist no longer matched up with how she viewed herself.  Being flawless and beautiful was an engrained part of her subconscious identity, and now that her eyes were challenging that identity, it caused Mia to feel a little disoriented. It almost made Mia feel like she was inhabiting someone else’s body.

She’d felt this cognitive dissonance Freshman year when she’s awoken from her denial about her freshman 15, but back then once she really set her mind to it, she’d been able to do something about her weight. Now, she was stuck in this bet with Kate. She wanted to banish the slight accumulation of flesh across the lower part of her midsection, but she knew she couldn’t, she’d have to welcome more calories to settle upon her figure. She wouldn’t be free to return to normal until she put Kate in her place and won their challenge.

The realization made Mia feel a bit down, so she decided to cheer herself up with a shower. Once the water was nice and hot, Mia got in and lingered for the better part of a half hour. When she was finished, she wrapped her hair in a towel, and used another to conceal her body. Feeling rejuvenated, Mia reentered her room intent to change into something comfortable.

      “Quelle heure est-il?” Claire groggily asked, with her head in her pillow, muffling her fake French accent.

“Hmm? Umm.” Mia looked at her clock and saw an 11:30AM beeping red at her.  “About a half hour till noon.”

“Gosh that was a late night huh?” Claire mumbled.

“Mhh-hmm.” Mia hummed.

“How are you feeling? Better than last night?” Claire wanted to know, being considerate.

“I feel a lot better. Pretty embarrassing though. I normally have a really good tolerance for beer.” Mia fibbed. All of her friends, even Claire, knew she was never great at recognizing her limits when it came to alcohol.

“I bet… Thanks again for the invite, Mia, I had a lot of fun last night. Especially playing beer pong against Kate and Jay.” Claire murmured, as she rolled over and cleared her eyes.

Mia hoped Claire was having blurry vision as she headed toward her dresser and picked out a baggy pair of pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt from her closet.  The last thing Mia wanted was for her high school buddy to notice her stomach looking so soft and bloated.

       “Yeah, how’d you like Trent?” Mia asked as she tried to get changed at a reasonably quick pace, although she decided to keep her hair wrapped in a towel.

      “He was nice, pretty hot. Kinda reminds me of Carl.” Claire mentioned, acknowledging Mia’s high school sweetheart, “You like your athletes.”

“I do.” Mia smiled to herself. She thought Trent was quite the upgrade from her first boyfriend although Claire was right, both kept in great shape.

“Did you hear Kate get back last night? Or were you out?” Claire wondered.

      “No? I must have been out.” Mia responded, as she went to sit on her bed.

      “She made quite a racket.  I’d talk to her if I were you, she seemed pissed about something.”  Claire mentioned, as she rolled back into her pillow.

       “Sounds like drunk Kate. Do you know what she was upset about?” Mia wondered, as she put her hands on her hips while her sleepy friend began to ignore her.

      “I don’t remember…  I just want to sleep more.” Claire honestly replied, as she squirmed around in her sleeping bag.  

       “Fine, I’m going downstairs. I need some breakfast.”  Mia decided, as she stepped over Claire once again on her way out of the room.

While walking down the steps, Mia could smell something cooking. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Rounding the corner of the steps and quietly sneaking into the kitchen, Mia spied Kate hard at work making what appeared to be pancakes. She was wearing what looked to be a pair of undies along with one of her boyfriend’s flannel button-down shirts.

Dropping a spoon and bending over to pick it up, Mia was treated to a full view of Kate’s wide thighs and swollen heart-shaped behind.  Mia grinned, even though she’d felt a bit bad about her softening waistline earlier, Kate’s body looked devoid of muscle tone everywhere. Since Kate hadn’t noticed her presence yet, as the unsuspecting blonde set the spoon she’d dropped in the sink, Mia quietly walked up behind her and greeted her with a surprise spank upon her inflated butt.

“Morning sunshine!” Mia yelped into her rival’s ear as she struck, producing a shockwave of jiggle.

      “Mia!  Geez, don’t touch me.” Kate complained, as she turned to face her foe.  Mia’s eyes immediately darted to the way Kate’s round beer belly appeared to press against the buttons of her boyfriend’s button-down shirt.

It was clear Kate’s gut was extremely bloated from the night before.  Without a second thought, Mia poked it firmly with her finger and teased, “Wow look at that!  Haha I think I’m going to have to ban you from drinking beer, all those empty calories can’t be good for maintaining your weight.”

      “Just shut up, it’s not that bad.  I don’t need to give up beer!” Kate complained, as she took a break from cooking to rest her wider backside on one of the old kitchen chairs.  It let out a loud creak as Kate rested her full weight upon it which caused both girls to look at the chair with curiosity.

 “I think that chair begs to disagree, we wouldn’t want you to break it, would we?” Mia snickered, as she took a big sniff of the pancakes Kate was making.

       “How dare you!  These chairs are just old, they would creak even if you sat on them!” Kate fired back, as she got up with another creak.  Mia just smiled at Kate while she walked over and sat down upon the chair opposite to Kate’s. This one didn’t produce any noise.

      “Did you hear that?  Nothing.” Mia hummed proudly.

“Sit on this one and see if it squeaks!” Kate pointed, as Mia rolled her eyes.

“Pathetic. Listen, it’s settled, no more beer for you.  You can stick to liquor from now on.” Mia replied in a belittling sort of tone, “And no pancakes for you either, gosh you have such a garbage gut.”

“Oh come on just give me one pancake.  I did make them!”  Kate begged, as she plopped the last pancake off of the pan and onto her plate. Her stomach wasn’t feeling that great this morning, she needed to eat something and pancakes normally made her feel better after a night of drinking.

       “Okay here is the deal, I’ll eat the pancakes, but if you can do jumping jacks for as long as it takes me to eat them, you can have the last one.” Mia suggested, as she grabbed a fork and knife from the kitchen counter.

      “Deal, there are eight total, so you’ll have to eat seven while I do jumping jacks.  Think you can handle that many?”  Kate smiled, as Mia looked a bit wide eyed at the prospect of so much food.

      “Ha, well the longer it takes me the more jumping jacks you have to do.  I can handle it.”  Mia smirked, as Kate placed the plate, stacked high with pancakes, and a bottle of syrup onto the table once Mia sat down with her cutlery.

       “Eat up!” Kate giggled.

      “Start jumping!” Mia countered, as she put the first forkful of pancake and syrupy goodness into her mouth.  Kate obeyed and started to do jumping jacks very slowly.

      “You’ve gotta go faster than that.” Mia mumbled while chewing her second mouthful of pancakes.

In response, Kate picked up the pace and started to clap with each jump.  She was doing pretty well, but Mia couldn’t take her eyes off of Kate’s body.  Each jump caused ripples of Kate’s fat to shake up and down, especially her gut. Mia could see it bouncing around even with her shirt on.  However, more than her gut, Kate’s swollen breasts were stealing the jiggle show, they flopped up and down so furiously that Mia just knew they had to be bothering her.

About three or four minutes, Mia was four pancakes into her feast. As a result, her bloated stomach was filling up. Slowing her pace, Mia eventually decided she needed a drink, so she paused.

       “Done?” Kate questioned, gasping for air, as she halted her efforts.

“I need a drink, you can pause.” Mia said clearly, after swallowing another mouthful of syrup saturated pancake.

With that said, Mia got up from her chair and got some whole milk from the fridge, since they didn’t have skim.  After taking a minute to gulp down a cool glass, Mia was ready to power through her last three pancakes. Once Mia resumed her meal Kate resumed her jumping jacks, although it was clear fatigue was setting in.

As the feasting continued Mia continued to force herself to eat bite after bite, but the fullness in her stomach was slowing her down. She was determined to make Kate suffer as much as she could, so she continued to eat at the fastest pace she could maintain. Kate’s rate of jumping jacks was slowing, but the effort was clearly there as the seconds continued to slowly pass by. A little less than five minutes later, Mia approached her last bite, but rather than finish it and spare Kate, she instead paused and put her fork down.

      “Ugg, just eat it!” Kate exhaustedly complained, as her face burned increasingly red.  She was covered in sweat from her little 10-minute workout, and she just couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

       “No. I need more milk.” Mia taunted, as she noticed Kate’s expression grew more pained, while she leaned over wheezing, “Umm, you okay?  You don’t look so good.”

“I’m oh.. kay.. ugh.. *Cough*” Kate muttered almost appearing to choke.

       “Kate?!” Mia yelled, as Kate suddenly clutched her mouth and stumbled into the nearest bathroom.

Following after her and pressing her ear to the bathroom door, it sounded to Mia like all of the beer Kate had drunk last night was returning to say hello. She asked if Kate was okay, but the only noise Kate could make in reply sounded like a gag.

Figuring there was nothing she could do,  Mia left Kate to her own devices and returned to the kitchen table.  She took one hard look at the last of her pancake.  She was full, beyond full, but she still felt she needed to finish, like eating that stack of pancakes was some sort of race.  She couldn’t quit, not now when she came so close to being done.  With an ounce of willpower Mia lifted her fork and forced the last of her meal down her throat.  She washed it down with another glass of whole milk and just sat in her chair stuffed and victorious.

Looking down upon herself, she put her hand under her shirt to feel her bear skin.  She was uncomfortably full, but rubbing her stomach felt so good.  She was half disgusted with herself for pigging out so much, but also a little impressed. Her capacity for food was clearly increasing, a skill that would pay dividends during the ice cream eating contest portion of her challenge with Kate. Smiling to herself and leaning back into her chair, the fullness Mia was feeling was slowly inducing a sort of food coma.  Almost half-asleep Mia’s eyes began to feel heavy.

      This trance was broken as Mia heard the sound of Claire’s footsteps wandering down the stairs, her movements were slow and delicate.  In response, Mia took her hand out from under her shirt and pulled the hem of her t-shirt down so the fabric would fully cover and conceal her bloated stomach. Try as she might, thanks to how full she was, the shirt kept riding up just enough to reveal the rounded shape of her food-baby. As Claire entered the kitchen Mia resorted to tucked in her chair to use the table to conceal the results of her overindulgence this morning.

      “How was Kate?” Claire asked groggily, while standing in the doorway patting some wrinkles out of her night gown.

       “She wasn’t mad, she even made us pancakes.  Want one?” Mia asked, as she tried to relax her breathing.  She realized that it might just be the nerves of having Claire see her looking boated, but Mia was finding it a bit hard not to breath heavy.

       “I’d love one!” Claire smiled, as she walked over to the counter and grabbed Kate’s uneaten plate.  “These are pretty big, how many did she make?”

      “Oh just one for each of us, Kate’s a sweetheart.”  Mia lied, while trying to suck in her gut as best she could while Claire walked by to sit across from her.  Once Claire sat down Mia could finally relax her stuffed gut, “You know she wasn’t mad at all this morning, what was up with her last night?”

       “Well,” Claire started before she took a bit of her pancake, “you see, *munch,* Yum!  Very very good!  Sorry, last night when you left, you dragged Trent away from our game of pong and Kate got pretty offended.  She was trying to tell you to stay until we were done, but you pretty much ignored her.”

      “Oh… I’m sorry Claire.” Mia muttered not really recalling what Claire was describing, the last thing she really remembered about last night was… dancing with… Brian?

‘But I wouldn’t dance with Brian… Must be my imagination…’ Mia thought to herself trying to keep cool.

“It’s no big deal, Trent wasn’t a very good partner anyway.  We were actually losing when you dragged him away.  My new partner, Brian, and I ended up having a comeback and beating Kate’s team.  That’s why she got mad.” Claire explained, once she finished talking, she went right back to eating her pancake.

       “I’ll have to apologize. But umm…” Mia lied trying to sound considerate for Kate, but she was more concerned with clarifying what she’d just heard Claire say about Brian. Perhaps that dance hadn’t been a figment of her imagination after all… “Brian who? What’d he look like?”

“I don’t know his last name, but he was really cute.” Claire giggled, “If I wasn’t dating Michael, hmhm! Who knows? I might have given him my number.”

“Phew! Must be a different Brian. My Brian is overweight.” Mia murmured with a sense of relief.

“You’re Brian? What do you own him?” Claire chuckled at Mia’s careless choice of words.

“No! I just meant the Brian I know is too fat to be cute.” Mia corrected herself, blushing slightly.

“You’re so shallow sometimes, the Brian I played pong with was cute and a little overweight. He was rocking the dad-bod look.” Claire explained, as Mia felt a sense of embarrassment welling up within her yet again. Claire did kind of have a thing for softies, she even admitted once way back when to having a crush on Mia’s dad.

Facing facts, Mia realized her hazy dance with Brian hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. She must have actually done it. Feeling like a fool, Mia tried to steer the conversation off the topic completely, “Whatever, so Kate was…”

“*Belch* oh, excusez-moi!” Claire blushed, as she covered her mouth and her cheeks got a little red, “A little too much pancake too fast I think, where did Kate go anyway?”

      “She’s voming in the bathroom.  All that beer didn’t sit well with her.” Mia stated, as she pointed her head toward the bathroom door where sounds of Kate’s agony suddenly resumed, almost as if on cue.

       “Oh gosh, poor baby!  If I don’t see her before I go, tell her I say, feel better, okay?”  Claire asked, as she got up and put her plate away.

      “I will!” Mia replied quickly, as she sucked in her gut while Claire was walking by.  Claire nodded her head and went to exit the kitchen.  However, as Mia let out her breath, Claire spun around.  

       “You know. I was meaning to ask you about something.” Claire chirped, with an inquisitive look on her face.  She took a few steps closer and whispered, “When did Kate get so fat? I mean gosh, talk about letting yourself go!”

       “Oh, yeah.  It kind of all happened this semester, living off campus, buying our own food, I think she just couldn’t handle it.”  Mia responded, with an uneasy look on her face.  Claire nodded and shook her head.

       “What a shame, could you imagine if she tried to squeeze into a bikini the way she looks right now? Hopefully she tones up before spring break. We’re all still planning on heading to myrtle beach together, right?” Claire gossiped, as Mia nodded.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” Mia hummed, as she leaned forward, planted her elbow down on the table and rested her face upon her hand, before adding, “I’m sure Kate will tone up a little bit, she asked me to help her.”

      “If you’re helping her tone up, why did you let her eat pancakes this morning? That’s not too smart.” Claire countered, as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

      “She didn’t eat any!  She was going to, but then she got sick.  You are right though; I shouldn’t let her eat them anymore.” Mia agreed, as she wished Claire would just go upstairs and give her a moment to relax her stomach.

       “I know I’m always right, but that raises one question,” Claire chirped, as she made eye contact with Mia and slowly walked closer to her.

      “Wah-What’s that?” Mia stuttered, in fear of Claire discovering her stuffed tummy.  

      “If Kate made three pancakes, of which I ate one, and you ate one.  Where is the last pancake?” Claire inquired, as a smile grew on her face, she walked behind Mia and suddenly pulled her chair out from the table, “Is it in this food baby Mia?! Hahaha!  C'est un cochon déguisé!”

      “Ahh…Hahaha!” Mia squeaked, as Claire tickled Mia’s armpits and moved her hands to Mia’s belly and shook it from behind the chair, causing Mia to beg in a squealing tone, “haha! Claire stop! I’m gonna pee!”

       “Tres désolé, but it looks like someone’s got a greedy little gut!” Claire accused, as she let go of Mia.  

      “I’m just bloated! Too much beer from last night and one too many pancakes today.  That’s all!”  Mia blushed, as Claire gave her a skeptical look as she walked back to the kitchen doorway.  

       “I’m just saying I drank plenty last night, and I don’t have a food baby.  Just watch it Mia, I don’t want Kate rubbing off on you.  Remember, we need you bikini ready by the time spring break rolls around.”  Claire explained, as she leaned on the side of the wall.

      “I know it’ll be no problem.  Trust me.” Mia responded, without any hesitation or lack of confidence.  Claire accepted this response, nodded and turned to go back upstairs, but Mia stopped her, “Oh, Claire?”

      “Oh, what?” Claire smiled seductively, feeling a bit pleased that she had made the queen bee so flustered with a little attention to her midriff.  Perhaps the old high school crew could have a new leader come spring break.  The possibility appealed to Claire.

“We should do some bikini shopping come winter break. Just you and me. It will be fun.” Mia smiled, as Claire smiled in return.

“You had me at shopping.” Claire laughed, as she exited the kitchen, leaving Mia all by her lonesome for just a brief moment before Kate wandered back inside the room looking like a zombie.

“Feeling better?” Mia hummed, as Kate just groaned, sat herself down next to Mia, and rested her arms on the table before resting her head on her arms. Getting up to leave Kate to her own devices, Mia informed her, “Oh, Claire ate your pancake. Sorry.”

“I’m not hungry anymore… I feel sick…” Kate complained, as Mia started walking toward the kitchen door.

“Try to stay hydrated.” Mia suggested, as she left the kitchen and entered the first-floor bathroom.

Upon closing the door, Mia knew there was something she had to do.  Since participation in their grand challenge was dependent on both Kate and Mia weighing within one pound of 157lbs respectively, it was in her best interest to keep at least a weekly tally of how much weight she was gaining.

Mia could feel the butterflies rushing through her softer belly as she took off her clothes and pulled out the scale from where Kate had placed it after the first weigh-in.  The room still reeked of vomit, so Mia sprayed it with some air freshener, then took a deep breath as she faced the sink mirror and took a step onto the scale.

It had been just about two weeks since she had last stood upon it and in that time, she had eaten more fatty food than she could fathom.   Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes seemed to be warning her not to look down. It was a dreadful feeling to knowingly put on weight, but it was necessary. So, Mia gazed lower, passed her perky boobs, puffy lower belly, womanly hips and thick thighs to eventually see the number blinking back at her from the scale.

*128lbs*

      Mia released stressed sigh as she processed that number.  It made sense, after two weeks with virtually no exercise other than sucking food down her throat like a vacuum.  What else should Mia have expected?  She really didn’t know how to feel about it though.  On the one hand she was still hot even if she looked a bit less toned and a bit flabbier around her midsection.

Yet, in the back of Mia’s mind she was pretty worried about what was to come.  Doing the math in her head, with six weeks left till the end of the semester, and some time off for thanksgiving break, she would have to gain pretty much 5lbs a week if she wanted to make the challenge happen before they all went home for two months of winter break. She’d also have to start practicing tennis and getting herself in sprint shape so she could soundly beat Kate once the time came.

If she kept upping her weight at the same rate she had these last two weeks, she just might be able to reach the agreed upon weight limit by the end of finals. That was cutting it too close though. So, Mia resolved to pick up the pace and try to pack on the remaining 29lbs over the next month, giving her a little over two weeks to really dig down and get her heavier body ready to beat Kate.

For this plan to succeed, for the first time in Mia’s life she realized she really couldn’t hold back her appetite for pride or social graces.  Eating was now her job and even if it hurt, she had to try harder if she wanted to win…

And there was no doubt in Mia’s mind that she wanted to win.