Helping Allie

Breaking The Rules

Everyday we'd start now with a weight gain shake, I was still crushing the pills in her food, even though I'd convinced her to take the pills orally as well. So she was sometimes taking in 10 of them a day! In the first week she had gone from 192 to 215! She looked so stunning! Her breasts back to their melon-like size, her belly puffed out like a large muffin top stretching over the hemline of any pant she wore. And her ass was mammoth sized, going down into thick chaffing thighs. I loved seeing her at school walking the hallways looking tired, and her pants struggling to stay on! Her shirts were always stretched and barely holding on. I loved watching her tits bounce with each step. She was stunning. As I built up her confidence I was even able to get her to dress in tight-sluttier clothing. Something people weren't used to seeing. Normally bigger girls at our school hid their bodies under baggy clothing. But not Allie! She was showing off every curve and roll! Shorts, mini skirts, and dresses. It was amazing! At lunch we'd take our trays and go somewhere private as I'd stuff her full handing her weight gain shakes from my bag, and giving her the container of pills to take as many as she pleased. One night, mom and John had gone out that night, I laid in Allies bed and rubbed her large swollen belly. It had never been so full and round. I decided we should weigh her. We went into the bathroom and I excitedly watched it load. It suddenly popped up, 253 pounds! In a matter of two weeks she'd gained almost 60 pounds! I was enthralled with the process! She had an amazing body, an amazing confidence about it and I couldn't even explain how amazing her pussy was! Allie was all I'd ever dreamed of! It was amazing watching her appetite grow with her. I found that after a certain amount of pills, it was just waste it couldn't do as much as I was hoping for. On a Friday night, parents out of town. I took Allie by surprise with a funnel and a case of weight gain shakes. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, making this a whole lot easier. I had her take off her top first, no sense in ripping that. Then her bra which was clearly too tight, then her panties and tight jeans. She looked unsure but willing. I was a little nervous, but eager. I put the funnel in her mouth and began dumping down shake after shake. She shuttered with their coldness. After seven shakes, I had to stop she looked like she was in pain. Her belly was much rounder, and much more swollen. It was a little red on the top and I gently rubbed it as she digested. After a while I felt like I could jiggle and play with her fat belly. She looked thrilled as she began to fall asleep. I decided I'd go out that night and get her some bigger clothes. I picked out random simple things and the next morning I helped her get ready. She pulled on her new leggings and they were a little tight. We went downstairs for breakfast and everything seemed fine, by 10 am at school, I got a text from her that her pants had ripped. I met her in the bathroom to see her pants ripped and her fat flesh pouring out. My dick grew at the sight. "You're massive right now!" I said as I bent down. "Nothing fits me!" She cried. I helped her get up off of the floor. She looked so confused. "If this isn't want you want anymore tell me! I know you gave up a lot!" I said as I rubbed her back. "No I'm happy, I just need to get clothes way bigger for when this happens not just a size up, I'm going to keep growing so I need clothes to accommodate that." She smiled. I kissed her full lips as I got my hoodie out of my backpack for her to wrap around her butt. It was still barely doing the job but it got us outside. I dropped her off at the house and went to the mall this time getting much bigger sizes. When I arrived home she was sitting on the sofa stuffing her face. Mom had gotten home early and was talking to her. I was nervous. I went into the kitchen where I could still hear a little bit. "Honey, you're beautiful either way. But if you need help losing weight, just tell me. Maybe we should take you to a psychologist." She suggested. "I don't want to. I like myself the way I am. I like food."