Kate and Jenny

Part 22

Jenny

I woke up early feeling soft and heavy... and hungry, but that was hardly anything new to me. Even though I needed a little more sleep to be well rested, I rolled out of my bed, because I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again with my bullying stomach empty. Walking to the bathroom I caught a glimpse of my reflection and I knew it was time to face the music. I grabbed a tape measure. Let's see how much damage I did.

Fully naked I stepped on the scale and stared at the number in disbelief. I mean... it makes sense given what has happened in the last few days, but still... My stomach growled. "Would you shut up for five minutes?! I already weight 171 pounds because of you!" I looked around my shoulder. And because of that ass of mine. I thought. I grabbed a tape measure and started to thoroughly inspect my body in the mirror. Did I really gain almost 50 pounds? Is that even possible? It was a good thing I gave up upon losing it, because it would have been impossible anyway. I seemed to be getting larger and larger every day and while it was only to be expected the way I was eating, the pace in which I piled on the pounds still seemed fast beyond belief.

I was still getting used to having boobs. The beautifully shaped pair felt heavy when I lift them in the palms of my hands, which they filled nicely. I can't even imagine how heavy Kate's must be. Thinking about my sister's monster chest filled me with envy. I knew it was silly and that I should be grateful for what I had, but... there was still that little voice nagging. Only a bit more... I shrugged. I can ask for a pill...

"Holy shit, I actually have rolls now!" I cried out in surprise. While I was getting used to the fact that most of my body had a soft layer of fat about it, this was the first time there was so much of it that it started to fold into rolls on the sides of my midsection. Unwilling to dwell on it I moved in my inspection to a lower section and believe me, there was a lot to inspect.

My bottom was huge! Colossal, titanic, behemoth, all those words would apply so take your pick. But to be honest so would words like amazing, perfect or fantastic. Personally I would go with flawless. A couple weeks back I was afraid that my posterior could lose the wonderful shape it had, but as it turned out I didn't have to worry. While my butt grew larger faster than I thought possible, it still retained the shape it had, round and full, sticking out behind me. What really filled me with joy was that my skin remained soft and smooth, without even a hint of cellulite, an impressive feat considering the size of my ass and thighs.

Finally I started wrapping the tape measure around my body. I was trying to remember what my measurements were before the summer. I was pretty sure my chest was 31 inches around, which meant it grew three inches to my current 34. My waist got hit worse, now only four inches smaller than my chest at 30 inches. Finally I wrapped the tape measure around my butt. I knew the number was going to be big, but I was still surprised. My posterior has enlarged by almost a whole foot. My butt was 50 inches around. Would it be so bad to work out every now and then? I mean, I don't really mind being this big, but I got to slow the gain down a bit... My stomach growled. "You don't like the idea very much, do you?" I let out a sigh. "Oh, well, breakfast doesn't sound so bad." Breakfast sounds like a great idea actually.

I need some new clothes. I thought bitterly walking down the stairs. The skin tight top and elastic pants were both stretched to their limits accentuating every single pound of the weight I accumulated so far this summer. Everything jiggled, my butt obviously most of all. For some reason it felt good, weirdly satisfying.

My stomach growled. "I just fed you, you monster!" I exclaimed loudly. Immediately feeling silly I looked around, hoping there wouldn't be anyone to hear it. I couldn't see anyone, but unfortunately, I was wrong.