“You okay back there, sweetie?”

“Um, y-yeah, Mrs. Hiller.”

Alice felt sick to her stomach, and it wasn’t just because of the stack of pancakes she had for breakfast before she left the house. She’d dreaded facing her mother again for the first time since she escaped from the weight-loss camp she’d been sent to at the beginning of break. However, she knew she couldn’t spend the rest of the year at Tyler’s house, as tempting as it was. She was sure she put on weight due to the huge dinners Mrs. Hiller made for the family, and not to mention the many snacks kept around the house in a vain attempt to put some meat on her new boyfriend’s bones. Alice knew it wasn’t unusual for a teenager (especially one with her distinct lack of enthusiasm for unnecessary physical exertion, cheerleading besides) to put on a few pounds over Christmas break, but she knew her mom would have a fit as soon as she walked through the door.

Thankfully, she still fit into most of Tyler’s sister’s wardrobe, and was satisfied that at least her prominent belly’s expansion would be relatively hidden from view. Tyler didn’t tell her that she still looked heavy from behind, and that she was very noticeably wider from just a month ago, if just for the simple fact that he was kind of enjoying it. Alice was resting her head on Tyler’s shoulder, breathing in the pleasant smell of his t-shirt, which had, for a startling change of pace, actually been washed for this particular day. Tyler was holding Alice’s hand, which he had surreptitiously moved closer to her round middle, a move she was too nervous to notice.

Tyler leaned in closer to her ear. “It’ll be fine, Alice. Why do you need to impress her anyway? She’s been treating you badly for awhile, from what you said.”

“I know, but I have to live with her, you know? Ever since Dad took that job in Singapore, she’s been such a…y’know, B-word.” Alice could never bring herself to say a swear, even when she was probably justified. She sat up as saw her house approaching through the car window. “I think I just have to face this, and whatever happens…ugh.” Alice slumped back into her seat as Mrs. Hiller parked the vehicle. Getting out the side door, she placed her hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “I think you should hang back; I don’t think my mom’s particularly enamored with you at the moment.”

Tyler looked upset. “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t know if you should be facing her alone.”

In the front seat, Tyler’s mom twisted around to face them, her face a mask of concern. “If you want, I could..”

Alice shook her head. “No, no,” she said. “Thank you so much, but I couldn’t ask you to do that. I think it’s best if I just do this alone.”

“Alright, just call me if anything happens.” Tyler leaned in and kissed Alice and gave her a quick hug, his hands pressing in to her fleshy flanks.

As soon as they pulled away, Alice giggled, which she was not known to do very often. She waved goodbye as Tyler’s mom drove away, and then steeled herself for the encounter she’d been delaying for weeks.

Up until now, Alice had felt confident that her heavy winter outfit disguised her increased poundage. But now she was beginning to doubt that. As she walked toward the front door, she noticed small gaps between the buttons of her jacket, which were being stressed by her pudgy middle. Alice sucked in her stomach and the gaps closed. It was effective, but she didn’t know how long she could hold it. Holding her breath, she pressed the doorbell and listened to the harsh ringing sound reverberate through the house.

She waited, hardly daring to breathe, listening intently for the sound of footsteps within. And waited. And waited.

After a full minute had gone by, Alice began to relax. “I guess no one’s home,” she said to herself. She breathed out, letting her round tummy slowly fill out her jacket again. She bent down to look for a possible spare key to let herself in while suddenly, above her, the door swung open.

“Get up and get inside. Take your shoes off; I don’t want you scuffing the floor.”

Startled, Alice looked up with an unhappy face. “Hi, Mom.”

Alice’s wraith-like mother glared down at her chubby daughter with barely disguised disgust. Her right eye was twitching angrily. Alice quickly remembered to suck in as she straightened up and walked inside.

“So,” began her mother, closing the door behind her, “I hear that you didn’t like image enhancement camp. I hear that you ran away. And I hear that you didn’t lose any weight. In fact, I SEE that you gained weight.”

“Mom!” cut in Alice, “Stop it! First of all, stop badgering me about my weight! I don’t know why you care so much. I’m not that fat and I’m okay with the way I look! Second, I haven’t gained any more weight!”

Alice, of course, knew that this second statement was a lie, but she hoped that her mom wouldn’t be able to see her extra puffiness through the layers of jacket and sweater she was wearing. As long as she kept her gut sucked in, she reasoned, her mother would be none the wiser.

“ ‘I’m not that fat!’” repeated Alice’s mom, “Alice, baby, please! That’s not the point! Fine, fine, maybe you’re not “that fat” now, but what about in the future? What about next month? Next year? The way you eat, you’ve been swelling up like a beach ball all year. And I’m going to see to that this stops right now!”

“I am not swelling up!” shouted Alice angrily. Or rather, shouted as well as she could while holding her stomach in. She should have known that she’d have to listen to another of her mother’s long lectures…but she honestly didn’t know how much longer she could hold herself in before she had to release her belly.

“Alice, Alice, Alice!” said her mother. “You can’t honestly tell me you’re not fatter. I thought you were a butterball last summer, but you’re even bigger now.”

Alice knew it was true. She’d only weighed 165 lbs over the summer, and now, last time she’d checked, she was 180 lbs. She hoped and prayed that it hadn’t gone up since then… God, why couldn’t her mom just leave her alone?

“Whatever, Mom! That’s not important; what is important is that I’m okay with how I look. I know I’m kinda chunky, but that’s no reason for you to give me all this grief. Nobody else cares! Now I’m going to my room!”

Alice turned to leave, but her mom grabbed her arm and twirled her around.

Dammit! thought Alice. She’d hoped that she could get away, so that she could finally let out her breath but her mom was having none of it.

“Don’t you take that tone of voice with me, young lady!” snarled her mom. “You’re my daughter and I’ll raise you as I see fit!”

Her mom continued ranting, but Alice wasn’t listening. God, she really needed to breathe! She was straining to hold her sizeable paunch in, but it was becoming more difficult by the second. Alice almost wondered if her face was starting to go blue from the strain.

“And another thing! Don’t think I don’t know you’ve gotten even tubbier since you’ve started dating your freaky geek friend there! I don’t care if he doesn’t care that you’re a big fat cow, but I do! And take off that coat! Don’t think you can hide that potbelly I know you have!”

“I don’t have a potbelly!” squeaked Alice, now really straining to hold in her gut.

“Oh no? Then take off that coat. You’re inside, why don’t you just take it off, huh? Unless you’re trying to hide something?”

“I’m…I’m….” Alice was lost for words so she just shrugged her shoulders. As long as she could keep her gut in, she should be okay without the jacket. Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers fumbled with the buttons to open her jacket.

“See?” she said, opening the jacket. Underneath, she still looked chunky, with her hefty boobs and pudgy tummy in a tight sweater, but as long as she sucked her belly in with all her might, she only looked a little bit poochy rather than huge.

Her mother scowled. “Fine, I suppose you haven’t got THAT much of a potbelly.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “I was positive she’d have a bigger potbelly,” she muttered under her breath,

“See, Mom, it’s not that bad,” said Alice, quickly buttoning up her jacket again. “You always think that I can’t be trusted around food, that I’m always going to be getting fatter and fatter once I’m away from you. But when I’m away from you is the only time that I’m not gaining weight!”

This was a lie and Alice knew it. She’d been packing on pounds regardless of whether her mom was around or not. But her Mom didn’t know it! And if she could keep her stomach held in…and keep away from any scales around the house….her Mom wouldn’t find out. In fact, Alice’s comment seemed to have hit a chord in her mom.

“You..don’t gain weight when I’m not around?” she said quietly. A look of concern crossed her normally angry face.

“Yes,” said Alice. Then she added: “You know, it’s hard to lose weight when you’re always badgering me. You know I eat when I’m upset and all your yelling just gets me so…so..frustrated, Mom! Please, stop talking about my weight and I’m sure I’m slim down much quicker.”

For once her mom was quiet. In fact, it looked like she was thinking this over.

“Really, Alice? Do you really mean that?”

“Yeah, Mom, I do. Please.”

Her mother arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Well…I suppose it’s worth a try…Lord knows nothing else seems to work.”

Alice couldn’t believe her ears! She was so excited that she almost let out her breath, which would have allowed her stomach to inflate to its full, button-busting size. She caught herself just in time.

“Really? Do you mean that?!”

“Sure…why not? How much worse could it get?”

“I mean, really? Do you promise? Because you’ve said you wouldn’t bug me about my size before, and you’ve gone back to –“

“I said I’d be quiet and I will!” snapped her mom. Alice smiled a bit as she heard this. Finally, the pressure was off.

But Alice’s mom was not finished yet. “However, that just means I’m not going to mollycoddle you any longer. Most importantly, I’m not buying you any more clothes and certainly no junk food. If you want to stay a size 20 or whatever the hell you are at this point and eat properly, then I’ll provide. But if you want to keep blowing out of your jeans with the pizzas your slacker boy keeps shoving in your face, I want no part of it.”

Alice was thoroughly embarrassed and confused at this point. The fact that her tummy kept grumbling at the sight of a package of Oreos behind her mother didn’t help matters. “Wh-what are you saying.”

“Alice, my baby,” her mother said with an off-putting smile as she walked up to her, “you’re going to have to get off that fat butt of yours and get a little job.” Alice’s mother patted her daughter’s bulging belly in a particularly condescending way.

Now standing alone in the kitchen, Alice didn’t know what she was supposed to do. There’d be no more arguments with her mom over her weight, but only because the woman acted as if she was giving up on her. In five minutes, Alice’s mother had made her feel like a complete failure.

“Now go to your room and get changed. We’re having carrots for dinner.”

She didn’t need to tell Alice twice. Alice practically ran up the stairs, her enormous size causing a huge clatter as she ran. She got to her room and slammed the door shut. Quickly, she unbuttoned her jacket and released her belly. Her stomach burst out to its full size, stretching her sweater pleats and causing the sweater’s hem to ride up the curvature of her belly slightly.

Her tubby gut spilled over the waistband of her jeans, hanging just slightly over her crotch. Alice gasped and wheezed, trying to catch her breath after holding in her stomach for such a long time, but her quick shallow breathing only served to make her already enormous abdomen look even bigger.

“Finally!” she gasped. “Phew, I don’t think I could have held this tummy in for another second.” She looked down at her mighty front, slowly easing in and out with her labored panting. Gingerly, she ran one plump hand over the arc of her soft flabby stomach. Pausing briefly to give a quick – but unfortunately futile – downward tug on the sweater’s hem.

“Thank God, I think Mom bought that story,” she said to herself. “Finally! I hope she stays true to her word this time. Maybe then my life here won’t be so miserable. And maybe then I can at least stop gaining!” If past experience was any teacher Alice knew that she was unlikely to lose any weight, especially not now as she knew that Tyler liked her chubby look. And without the threat of never being attractive to men hanging over her, why should she reduce?

“Hopefully, I’ll just stay this size,” said Alice. She rolled her eyes. “A mere 180 pounds. But I can’t let Mom find out how much I really weigh. I’d never hear the end of it then. I’ve got to go shopping and get some new, baggier clothes. Then I can hide this extra weight and convince her I’m the same size I was when I left for fat camp.”

****

Dinner was, as usual, an unpleasant affair. It wasn’t just carrots. There was some steamed broccoli as well, but it still wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy a girl half Alice’s size, let alone Alice herself. So it was little wonder that, after supper when her mom had gone to bed, Alice helped herself to a little snack in the kitchen.

She opened up the refrigerator and found a half-full carton of eggnog, taking it and the Oreos and sat down on her couch with a heavy thud. Alice spent the next half-hour devouring her snack. When she was finished, Alice leaned back, and noting her mother was upstairs, unbuttoned her overstressed jeans . Alice rested her hand on her rounded stomach, satiated but still worried. She knew she had to call someone to get a job; to (as much as she didn’t want to admit it) validate herself in front of her mom, to prove to her she wasn’t just a pig who sits around eating cookies all day. Usually.

Alice grunted as she moved her hefty body toward her cell phone on the floor, her belly still full. Grabbing it, she dialed “1”, and immediately heard Tyler’s voice. “Hey, Alice! What’s up? How’d it go with your mom?”

“It’s a long story…My mother took me back in…but she’s not happy about my weight. She said that she wouldn’t harass me about it anymore…”

“Well, that’s good!”

“Yeah, I suppose. But she also said that she’s not going to feed me anymore!”

“At all?”

“Well, she’ll give me carrots and broccoli from the looks of it. But that’s not nearly enough; I’ll starve within a week! She says that I need to get a job.”

“A job? Like any job?”

“I suppose. I’ll have to start looking in the morning.”

“Well…if you’re interested, I could get you a job at the place I work.”

Alice thought about it for a second. Did she really want to work at a pizza parlour? Surely the temptation would be way too much for her. She knew her willpower was nothing to brag about, and being surrounded by greasy, cheesy pizzas all day would surely make her weight skyrocket at an even more astronomical rate. But, on the other hand, if she was around pizza all day, she’d probably get sick of it really fast. So that probably wasn’t that big of a problem. And, besides, it meant she’d get to spend more time with Tyler.

“Would that be okay?”

”It wouldn’t be a problem at all. I could get you an interview when I go into work tomorrow. It doesn’t pay very well and it’s kind of a sucky job…but it’s as good as you can expect in food service.”

“Well…sure, that sounds fine. Would you do that for me?”

“You bet I will.”

“Thanks, Tyler.”

***********

Normally Alice would feel self-conscious about her plump form, but today things were different. Just knowing that Tyler appreciated her ample curves was filling her with a new-found confidence. She settled on a pair of jeans that almost fit – she had to hold her breath and suck in her gut to hook the button and her chubby gut hung slightly over her belt – and a low-cut T-shirt. She pondered for a moment whether she ought to wear a baggier shirt, something to disguise her belly. If I wore something looser, I could just leave it untucked and leave the top button of my pants open without anyone noticing, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. No. No, she wasn’t going to do that. Resolutely, she tucked the hem of her shirt into her pants and nodded at her reflection. Her shirt clung to her rounded belly, revealing the slight indent of my belly button, but that wasn’t so bad. In fact, she looked rather…womanly. In addition, the snug T showed off her large knockers, which had also been gaining weight. They bulged up out of her low neckline giving her a nice bit of cleavage. All in all, a good effect, she thought.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she said to herself. Alice wasn’t used to showing off in public. She was normally so shy…but did she really have anything to be shy about? Yes, she was chunky. Maybe even downright…fat. But she’d always been fat and she probably always would be. And if someone accepted her that way…well, then what did she have to be ashamed of?

Besides, she was just going to the mall, and there were always lots of people hanging out there that were far larger and more shameless in their dressing than she was. So she wasn’t really just following the fashion, wasn’t she? In any case, today was the day that she was going to buy some decent clothes, so that she could look presentable to potential job applicants. Tyler was talking to his boss today, and she knew that she was probably a shoe-in for the after-school shift at “Pizza-By-The-Pound,” but she knew it never hurt to dress nicely for an interview. Besides, if she didn’t get the job, she’d have to look good for future interviews.

***

Walking through the mall, Alice put a little extra spring in her step and sway in her walk, causing her voluptuous figure to bounce and jiggle provacatively. In this day and age, seeing a chunky girl in tight clothes walking through the mall was no big deal, so nobody even paid her any mind as she walked by. Even so, Alice couldn’t help but feel that people were staring at her. A lifetime of thinking of herself as the ugly fat girl made it difficult to believe that they wouldn’t. But what If they weren’t staring at her because she was ugly? Maybe, just maybe, they were, like Tyler, staring at her because she was desirable. It was a crazy thought, of course, but Alice liked it. It made her feel more confident. Grinning, she tossed her long blonde hair and stood up straight – a motion which caused her large boobs to jut out even more. Let them stare! She was fat, yes, but she was a hot fat girl.

Alice paused briefly as she passed the food court. The pizza place was in there, and Tyler would be working now. She considered popping in to see him before she went shopping, but thought better of it. I’ll surprise him by showing up in my new outfit, she decided, and hurried on her way.

Alice liked shopping at the “Fresh ‘n’ Sassy” boutique, because it was really the only place where a tubby girl could find decent looking clothes in her size. The last thing she wanted was to be confined to some horrible tarp-like mumu that would make her look like a circus tent! Alice quickly scanned the racks of clothes, picking out some nice dress slacks and sweaters. She didn’t get much chance to shop as her mother was always trying to keep her from buying new clothes under the impression that allowing Alice clothes that fit her expanding body would only encourage her to keep gaining. Alice bit her lip. What size was she, anyway? Her current jeans were a bit snug, so she must have blown up at least a little over the holidays. She wasn’t bursting out of them yet, so that was a good sign. Alice grabbed a few garments and made her way into a changing room.

Inside, Alice unsnapped her jeans and pulled them off. She examined her waist, finding, to her dismay, that the tight waistband had left a red mark around her gut. The physical reminder of her increased size almost soured her mood, but Alice was determined not to start feeling sorry for herself. She was the hot fat girl, wasn’t she? Damn straight!

Alice grabbed the first pair of slacks and pulled them up her thighs. They didn’t make it all the way over her hips on the first tug. Frowning, she gripped the sides and pulled harder. This time they made it, but the fabric was stretched tight, so that there wasn’t a crease or fold anywhere. That wouldn’t do! It made her bum look enormous! She didn’t bother fastening them as it was obvious that this pair would make her look like an absolute blimp.

Alice sighed to herself. In the next stall, someone was grunting and groaning, no doubt having similar issues with the clothes they were trying on. Alice smiled to herself. At least she wasn’t the only one struggling with some extra pounds!

Alice pulled up another pair of slacks and, with a bit of effort, fastened them around her waist. They looked good, although they felt a little tight. She turned slightly to get a view of her profile. Not too bad. She turned just a little more to gaze at her bum. Her backside filled out the seat of the slacks to the point that the rear seam was almost giving her a wedgie…it creased just a bit between her plump butt cheeks. Still, it definitely wasn’t on the verge of bursting, and that was good news! For once, things seemed to be working out for this little butterball!

“I think that works,” she said out loud, satisfied that she’d found something in her size.

The grunting from the next stall fell silent. Suddenly, a familiar voice yelped out: “OHMYGAWD, is that you, Alice?”

“Oh no,” muttered Alice under her breath. Jen was in the next stall. And if Jen was here, that meant that Laurie was going to be here too. And they were the last people that Alice wanted to run into. She quickly undid her trousers, pulled them off, and threw them into the pile of clothes she was buying. As she grabbed her own jeans and quickly pulled them over her thighs, she could hear urgent whispering in the next cubicle, followed by a loud “Nuh uh!! Alice is here?!”

Oh, great, thought Alice, just as I thought. Laurie IS here!

Alice pushed open the stall door, hoping to make a break for the check-out counter. If she was fast, maybe she could get out of here before Jen and Laurie had a chance to get out of their stalls – but it was too late. Alice’s rivals were way ahead of her, already standing directly in her path, grinning like a pair of sharks.

“Hello, Alice,” said Laurie in a voice dripping with malicious glee. The raven-haired beauty had run from her own stall so quickly that she hadn’t bothered to put on her own clothes…or even a shirt! She stood before Alice wearing a snug pair of pants and a store bra, with the tags still hanging off it. Alice hadn’t seen Laurie since before Christmas, but, wow, had she changed! Alice was shocked to see that Laurie had gained a lot of weight; she’d practically ballooned up to Alice’s size. Most of her weight was still concentrated in her gargantuan breasts, the pale flesh of which bulged slightly over the tops of her mammoth brassiere cups. But the rest of her was bigger was well. Without a shirt on, it was obvious that she’d gained some weight in her stomach, which now sagged over her beltline. Her flabby tummy was split into three sizeable jelly rolls, which eased visibly in and out with her breathing. New love handles spilled over the sides of her pants. Her face was chubbier was well, her cheeks had filled out and she even looked like she had a double chin now!

“Well, well, well,” she sneered. “It looks like our favorite cow is back in town!”

“What?” Alice stared at Laurie, dumb-founded. Did Laurie actually say that? Had she called Alice a cow? How could she say that, when she herself was now at least as fat as she was?

“You heard her, you fat pig!” snickered Jen, who was standing right behind Laurie. Alice didn’t know how she could have missed Jen, who was even wider than Laurie. Jen had grown into an overly voluptuous pear since the last time Alice had seen her, and her thighs were so wide now that Alice was surprised that she’d even fit through the narrow stall doorways. Unlike Laurie, Jen was fully dressed but no clothes could disguise her gain. Her thick meaty legs disappeared into a skirt stretched tightly around her monstrous hips. Her pink button-down shirt revealed that she’d begun to gain up top as well. The shirt strained around her pooching tummy and bloated boobs, gapping slightly between the buttons.

“Buying new clothes again, are you?” said Laurie. “I guess when you’re blowing up like a balloon it really puts a strain on your budget, doesn’t it? How was fat camp? It doesn’t look like it did you much good.”

“I…I…I…” Alice realized that she had been instinctively sucking in her gut, and that made her angry. She wasn’t ashamed of her rounder shape this morning when she’d been getting dressed! She wasn’t ashamed when she’d been strutting through the mall. Why should she be ashamed now? Just because these two bitches were making fun of her?

“That’s none of your business,” said Alice angrily. “Maybe it didn’t, but why should I care? I think I look fine just the way I am.” She released her belly, which swelled back out to its full size.

“Oh?” laughed Laurie. “So you’re proud of being a fat little piggy, are you? Gawd, Alice, everytime I think that yo won’t get any lamer…or any fatter…you prove me wrong! How much do you weigh now, blimp?”

“I…I don’t kno – that’s none of your business!”

“Haha!” snickered Jen, “She’s gotten so fat she doesn’t even know how much she weighs. She probably can’t even see the numbers on the scale over that giant potbelly of hers!”

“Stop it!” shouted Alice, so loud that people in the store turned to look at her. “Where do you two get off on calling me fat? You’re just as big as I am now. What have you guys been doing to yourselves?”

To her surprise, Jen and Laurie just started laughing.

“Awww, listen to the poor widdle piggy!” guffawed Laurie. “She thinks we’re fat! That’s rich!”

Alice was completely taken aback. Was Laurie actually serious? Did she not realize how hugely fat she and Jen had become?

“But…but you are fat,” said Alice. “I mean, you guys are at least as big as I am. If you could see around your tits, Laurie, you’d realize you’ve grown a great big gut! And Jen, your butt is out of control! You look like you get stuck in doorways with that monster caboose! How can you guys not see that?”

Jen stopped laughing. A concerned look passed briefly across her normally vacant features, as if she were seriously trying to consider what Alice just said. Because, of course, it was true. Jen WAS having trouble fitting her widening thighs and blimping buttocks through that narrow closet door in Laurie’s bedroom. It seemed like everytime she went over to Laurie’s house and tried to get something out of the closet, she get wedged in snuggly. That wasn’t always the case, was it?

“Nuh uh!” she snapped, suddenly angry. “That totally never happens to me! Stop making fun of my ass, okay? It’s just fine.”

To Alice’s surprise, Jen even seemed to be blushing. Their confrontation ahdn’t gone unnoticed, as several other customers turned to see what the commotion was all about. Laurie grinned, obviously relishing the attention, but Jen seemed suddenly self-conscious. Her hands, which she had planted on her jumbo hips, crept around to her backside, as if to gauge the size of her buns and maybe, just maybe hide them.

“Alice, stop pretending,” said Laurie loudly. A little too loudly. It was a voice calculated to get everyone in the store to turn and watch this spectacle. She was ready to tear Alice apart in front of this crowd and she loved it. “Stop acting like you can look good in normal clothes. We can all see what a total fatass you are, with that big belly and those thunder thighs. You’re totally embarrassing yourself.”

“You are fat,” said Alice calmly. She was pissed now. Pissed at these two …bitches who were always making fun of her, trying to kick her off the cheer squad, and making her life a living hell just because she was chunky. “You’re just as fat as I am. I may be fat now, but I’ve always been fat. But you guys, you USED to be thin and really recently. I don’t know what happened to make you both balloon up but you have! And you’re blowing up much faster than I am.”

“That’s not what I see,” sneered Laurie, standing up straight. Something creaked. Laurie smiled, looking down at her massive cleavage. Great, thought Alice, she’s still transfixed by her own giant knockers. She wouldn’t believe she was fat if she was the size of the Goodyear blimp, as long as those twin watermelons were on her chest. “That’s not what everybody else sees!” She cocked her head to the growing crowd, as if hoping to hear a mumur of confirmation. She heard a mumur, alright, but it wasn’t what she expected.”

“…Is that girl serious? She doesn’t think she’s fat?....”

“…Jesus, she’s so oblivious…that’s so embarrassing…”

“…Not fat? Ha! She looks like a zeppelin…”

“What the hell?!” Laurie scowled. This was not what she was used to hearing. She turned her back on Alice, whipping around to face the crowd, her hefty chest balloons bobbling and jiggling. “Are you all crazy? I’m not the fat one! Look at Alice!” She pointed an accusing finger at Alice.

The crowd, however, knew what it saw. An old woman clicked her tongue sadly and shook her head. “Poor girl is delusional,” she whispered to an old man, who nodded his head solemnly. A pair of preteen girls giggled behind their hands as Laurie glowered. A middle-aged woman raised a disapproving eyebrow. “I can’t believe they let her walk around here without a shirt on! And a girl of that size. That’s indecent. Suppose the children saw that!”

As if in response, a salesgirl briskly walked up. “Miss, could you please return to the stall or put a shirt on? You’re violating our dress codes…”

“Shut up!” snarled Laurie. She was mad now! How dare these people not recognize what a slim, sculpted goddess she was! Did they actually think this was funny?! Were they laughing at her?!? How could this be!?

“Miss,” said the salesgirl severely. “Please put your shirt on or I’ll call security, okay?”

“Fine!” growled Laurie. As she whipped around to face Alice again, a sudden series of sharp pops drew everyone’s attention. Laurie looked down, almost smiling smugly. God, she was such an exhibitionist! However, this time, her big breasts were still firmly encased in her brassiere prison. What the?!

“Uh…Laurie…” said Jen nervously. The crowd erupted into laughter.

“You’re going to have to pay for that,” said the salesgirl, who wasn’t even pretending to be polite anymore.

“What?” said Laurie. What was going on?

“You split your pants, Laurie,” whispered Jen.

Laurie’s hands shot to her behind. It was true! She could feel a wide tear in the fabric, where her inflating derriere had burst the flimsy back seam wide open. Her pale flabby buttocks, clad only in black thong panties, were on display for the whole world.

“You’re going to have to pay for those,” said the store clerk.