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“I’m worried about this, who does a one year reunion anyway? I mean nothing’s changed much.” Esme asked.

“Shut up, you look so fit.” Evie said as the two 18 year old girls walked up toward the school.

“I’ve been working out a lot lately.” Esme said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“I can tell, you look amazing. I wish I had your discipline.” Evie said, and then added, “I wish I was as skinny as you.”

They reached the school grounds and Esme could see people milling about, drinks in hand. She spotted a few familiar faces and her heart quickened a bit. It had been a year since she’d seen any of them. She wasn’t quite sure how it would go.

As they walked up to the group, Evie grabbed her arm. “Oh my god, there’s James! I haven’t seen him since graduation! And neither have you!”

Esme smiled and followed her friend over to where James was standing with a group of guys. He looked good, she thought to herself. Better than good. He’d filled out nicely over the past year and his dark hair was styled just so, making him look even more handsome than he had in high school.

He spotted them approaching and his eyes lit up. “Evie! And Esme! I can’t believe it! It’s been too long!”

They all hugged and then stepped back, looking each other over. “You both look incredible! What have you been up to?” Esme felt herself blushing under his gaze and was grateful when Evie jumped in to answer for both of them.

“Well, I moved to London after graduation and I’ve been working as a model…nothing big yet but I’ve been doing some catalog work and some runway…nothing major but it pays the bills! And Esme just finished up her first year of university…she’s studying to be a designer! Can you believe it?!”

Esme smiled bashfully and shrugged off the compliment. She chatted with James and the rest of the group for a while longer before excusing herself to get another drink. As she turned to walk away she felt something odd…it almost felt like someone had grabbed onto her jeans…she turned back around but there was no one there. Shrugging it off she continued on her way, attributing it to her imagination. She made her way over to the refreshment table where she grabbed a drink and then turned to survey the crowd once more. Her eyes landed on a group of girls who she hadn't been particularly friendly with in school. Well actually they had been pretty nasty.

Allison and all her friends. They were all skinny and pretty and popular…the kind of girls who always seemed to have everything going for them. She remembered how envious she used to be of them…how much she wanted to be like them. Allison always got everything she wanted, she was stunning and mean and perfect.

“If only I could shove it in Allison’s face what a good year I’ve had, I wish.“ She took a sip of her drink and then set it down on the table, feeling lightheaded all of the sudden.

Maybe she shouldn't have had that second drink so quickly on an empty stomach… She turned to walk away from the table but something strange happened…she felt like someone had grabbed onto her jeans again but this time when she turned around there was definitely someone there…

”Hey, Esme!” Allison said, looking her up and down.
“Wow, you’ve really…changed.”

Esme looked down at herself, confused. What was she talking about? She hadn’t changed…at least not that she was aware of… “What do you mean?” Esme asked, but before Allison could answer she felt something else strange happening…it was like her clothes were getting tighter…she looked up at Allison in confusion. Allison just smiled.

“Don’t you know?” she said, her eyes gleaming. “You’re fat now. You’re the one who came back fat.”

Esme looked at her, baffled.

“Everyone’s been saying, ‘God look at Esme, she’s huge how did that happen? She was always so thin… or at least they will be. Just give it a few minutes.”

Esme was about to call Alison a bitch and tell her that it wasn’t high school anymore and whatever else was bottled up inside, but instead clutched her stomach as it suddenly began to ache.

She looked up at Allison with wide eyes, who smiled and said, “Everyone said your tits got huge first. Every Instagram post they got bigger and bigger. You in your cute Autumn clothes with your tits bursting out.”

Esme‘s chest felt suddenly incredible. It was like it was warm and cold and free and- her bra was too tight…she reached up to loosen it but it wouldn’t budge. She looked down and her eyes widened in horror as she saw her breasts spilling out of her tank top, straining against the fabric. She tried to cover herself up but it was too late, it was like her body was betraying her as her boobs heaved outwards. She grabbed them as if it would do anything and instead felt them growing with mass.

She could feel the eyes of everyone on her, she hadn’t noticed that before. She could hear the whispers starting…

“Oh my god, look at Esme…”

”What happened to her?”

Allison looked at her, “God they’re just massive aren’t they. Is that why you wore such a low cut top today? Slut.“

“No!” Esme protested.

Besides she didn’t wear a low cut top she wore her normal tank top she thought. But as she looked down she saw that her tank top had indeed become low cut…so low cut that her breasts were practically spilling out of it. She tried to pull it down but it was like they wanted to be on display…the more she tried to cover up the more her breasts seemed to spill out.

“What’s happening to me?” she whispered, more to herself than to Allison.

“Nothing’s ‘happening‘ to you babes, this is just what happened. After your tits blew up you started dressing like a slut to show them off.“ Esme‘s eyes darted around from her heavy D-cup tits to the girl in front of her to the people all around.

”What’s happening to me?” she repeated, her voice trembling.

Allison ignored her, “I remember when I saw that beach pic from Bali, my god your ass must’ve driven the guys wild. I thought ‘How could that be Esme?’”

Her ass was now plumper than it had been just moments before, it was a bubble butt, a draw for the eye.

“I-I don’t understand…” she stammered.

“It’s simple, you changed a lot this year.”

“But none of that happened!“ Esme said, “I never posted a sexy beach pic from Bali or photos of my boobs!” She wailed as her ass became softer, losing its tone.

“Well alright babe, maybe my magic has something to do with it.” Allison said. “You can’t be pretty and modest Esme, it makes hot bitches like me look bad.

“So, you gave me big boobs and made my jeans tighter? With magic?”

”Well obviously that’s not all, and by the way it’s not your jeans.”

Esme looked down she saw that her jeans were in fact tighter…but not by any fault of their own. They were so tight that they were cutting into her skin and she could see the outline of her thick thighs and plump ass.

”Anyway the next thing everybody noticed was that little stomach bulge.”

“Stomach bulge?” Esme repeated, her hand going to her stomach. She could feel a slight bulge there…one that wasn’t there before.

“Yeah.” Ocean said, twirling her hair around a finger. “Andnthen it started growing and growing until you had a full on belly. And then your arms and face got chubbier too. You looked like a different person.”

As Esme looked down at herself she saw that everything Allison said was coming true…she was getting bigger…her stomach was protruding, her arms and face were rounder…she felt herself growing. Her upper arms especially grew out with a substantial layer of chub.

“And of course, your boobs just kept getting bigger and bigger.”

Esme‘s DDs had now become E-cups, her breasts were so big that they were spilling out of her tank top and she could feel her bra cutting into her skin.

“Annoyingly your face stayed pretty hot, even with the weight gain. You’d think that would be the first thing to go. But whatever, you’re still a fat pig.”

“Mmmppphhh” Esme mumbled, her hand going to her face. She could feel that her cheeks were bloating fuller, her jawline softer. She was getting fat…she was a fat piglike Allison said.

“And it seemed like every photo you posted you were bigger. It seemed impossible but you just kept getting bigger and bigger.”

“Please no!” Esme cried again.

She tried to look down at her stomach but was stopped by a second chin. But she could feel it was rounder, softer…she was fat…she was so fat…

”I mean, I don’t even know how you functioned day to day. I would’ve never thought Esme would turn plus sized. You must’ve been so uncomfortable all the time.”

Esme was uncomfortable…she was more uncomfortable…her clothes were so tight, her breasts were so heavy, her stomach was so chunky…she felt like she couldn’t breathe…

”But I guess that’s just what happens when you let yourself go. Once you start gaining weight it’s hard to stop.” Allison brushed her hair aside, “But then you started captioning the photos with your measurements! I mean that was really bizarre I thought; ’Just hit 200lbs of thickness! Can’t wait to keep packing on the pounds!’ Like, who does that?”

Esme looked down at herself…she was 200lbs…she was so fat…she was disgusted with herself…she wanted to cry but she couldn’t…she felt like she was trapped in her own body. She noticed her arms get bigger and rounder, her fingers plumped up ass every piece of her padded with fat.

“Well anyway the final straw was when we all saw you post that mirror selfie last week. That‘s when the girls and I couldn’t wait to see you here in person. ’If you don’t like my 450 pounds of curvy girl then you don’t deserve my 54 inches of bust, my 50 inch waist, or my 66 inch hips.’”

”450 pounds!?” She thought, but that’s like insanely obese! She could never model again, she could never feel attractive again! “But I’m not even fat you’re doing this to me!” She cried out.

“You were always so skinny and perfect and now… we‘ll just say that the photos will have proved me right in about a minute. And if you thought 200 was a lot, let’s see how you feel leaving here four times what you were when you walked in.” Allison smiled as Esme‘s stomach began to swell even more, her breasts enlarging, her thighs and ass growing even thicker.

“N-no!” Esme cried out, her hand going to her stomach as it swelled even more. She was so big…she was so fat…she felt like she was going to die.

“And that’s not all,” Allison said, her eyes gleaming. “I made sure that your clothes would get tighter and tighter as you got bigger…so tight that they would cling to every curve you slut.”

Esme could barely breathe, this wasn’t her, she wasn’t some fat sow…her clothes were so tight.

Esme‘s E-cups had now become G-cups, her breasts were so big and heavy that they were spilling out of her tank top and bra and she could barely move without them getting in the way. She was constantly adjusting them, trying to cover up her exposed flesh.

“And I made sure that your ass would get bigger and bigger until it was so massive and thick that you couldn’t help but waddle when you walked. I fancy you as a pear.”

Esme‘s ass was now so big and thick that she could barely walk without waddling. Her jeans were so tight that they were cutting into her skin and she could feel her ass bouncing when she moved. She was growing wider and thicker with every passing second. Her waistline disappears as her hips balloon outwards, becoming round and curvaceous. Her once-thin thighs become thick and expansive, her luscious bottom becomes enormous and inviting. She can't help but run her hands over her new hips, marvelling at how different they feel.

Suddenly Allison snaps her back to reality, “Looks like James is coming over to watch the finale. And hey, some guys are into that sort of thing.”

Esme didn’t have time to feel awful about her crush coming to watch her blossom and bloat as she was overcome with a final assault of sensations and swellings. Her head shot back and her eyes slammed shut as she let out a deep moan. Changes made landfall on her plus sized body as her memories morphed and blew away.

Her lips became thicker and her sides billowed out while she suddenly forgot comparing textiles in the studio in April and instead remembered posing for a risqué photo on the beach in Bali. She recalled flying there and her hips digging into the seats, the tightness of her jeans as she tried to cross her legs. She forgot about her final project and thought about how many times she’d looked in the mirror to see her arms and face had gotten chubbier and how her stomach had started to protrude more. She remembered how her breasts had gotten heavier and how she needed a new bra every week. She forgot about her nights spent reading and remembered food, lots of food. Stuffing her face with it and loving how it made her feel.
And finally, she remembered standing on the scale last week and seeing the number 450 flash up at her, she remembered how sexy she felt, how she couldn’t wait to post about her immense weight.

Her ass became pure jiggly blubber as her jeans were ripped from her thick thighs. The sudden release was a relief as she felt her legs finally spread apart, giving her some much needed room to breathe. Her tank top was the next to go as her H-cup breasts spilled out, the fabric ripping at the seams. She tried to cover herself up but it was too late, she was completely exposed.
Her cheeks rounded out and her jawline softened as her face swelled. Her eyes became hooded and her lips thickened, growing ever more sensual. She felt her face bloat even more.
And then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

Esme opened her eyes and looked down at herself. She found herself wearing an incredibly figure hugging dress. The same one she remembered posing for a photo in.

She was massive…she was so big that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. She was 450lbs, her breasts were huge H-cups, her waist was 50 inches, her hips were 66 inches, her thighs were huge and her ass was massive. Her thighs were wider than her whole body had been just moments before and her ass was so big and thick that it was practically its own entity.

”Hey, James.” Allison said, walking up to him with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I think your little crush wants to see you.“

“My crush?” He said walking over, “Oh my god Esme is that you? I was positive that post wasn’t real, that you got hacked or something!”

But hadn’t she just seen James a few minutes ago? Where was Evie, Esme thought as she frantically looked round the party seeing nothing out of the ordinary. No one seemed to notice her sudden change. What sudden change? Where was Evie god where was she that little skank, where was Allison’s skinny little minion? There she was, drinking and laughing with all the other skinny girls.

“It’s real.” Allison said, “Every inch of her.” Then she walked away towards Evie and the girls leaving James to stare at Esme.

Esme wanted to scream out that this wasn’t her fault that she didn’t want this. She wanted so bad to set things right, but without thinking she pursed her lips and cocked her enormously wide hips to one side, resting a hand on it as it jiggled with fat.

“You couldn’t handle me in highschool and now I’m more of a woman than you’ve ever had the pleasure of being with, figure that.” She said, her voice low and sultry.

“Damn right you are.” James said, his eyes roaming over her body. “You’re so fucking hot, god why didn’t I ever talk to you back in school.”

Esme felt a thrill of pleasure at his words. She was hot…she was so fucking hot…she was the hottest girl here…the hottest girl anywhere…

“Let’s get out of here and I can show you how hot I really am.” She cooed, taking his arm in her corpulent hand and walking out of the function; her indulgently widened body swaying with each step.

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“I’m worried about this, who does a one year reunion anyway? I mean nothing’s changed much.” Esme asked.

“Shut up, you look so fit.” Evie said as the two 18 year old girls walked up toward the school.

“I’ve been working out a lot lately.” Esme said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“I can tell, you look amazing. I wish I had your discipline.” Evie said, and then added, “I wish I was as skinny as you.”

They reached the school grounds and Esme could see people milling about, drinks in hand. She spotted a few familiar faces and her heart quickened a bit. It had been a year since she’d seen any of them. She wasn’t quite sure how it would go.

As they walked up to the group, Evie grabbed her arm. “Oh my god, there’s James! I haven’t seen him since graduation! And neither have you!”

Esme smiled and followed her friend over to where James was standing with a group of guys. He looked good, she thought to herself. Better than good. He’d filled out nicely over the past year and his dark hair was styled just so, making him look even more handsome than he had in high school.

He spotted them approaching and his eyes lit up. “Evie! And Esme! I can’t believe it! It’s been too long!”

They all hugged and then stepped back, looking each other over. “You both look incredible! What have you been up to?” Esme felt herself blushing under his gaze and was grateful when Evie jumped in to answer for both of them.

“Well, I moved to London after graduation and I’ve been working as a model…nothing big yet but I’ve been doing some catalog work and some runway…nothing major but it pays the bills! And Esme just finished up her first year of university…she’s studying to be a designer! Can you believe it?!”

Esme smiled bashfully and shrugged off the compliment. She chatted with James and the rest of the group for a while longer before excusing herself to get another drink. As she turned to walk away she felt something odd…it almost felt like someone had grabbed onto her jeans…she turned back around but there was no one there. Shrugging it off she continued on her way, attributing it to her imagination. She made her way over to the refreshment table where she grabbed a drink and then turned to survey the crowd once more. Her eyes landed on a group of girls who she hadn't been particularly friendly with in school. Well actually they had been pretty nasty.

Allison and all her friends. They were all skinny and pretty and popular…the kind of girls who always seemed to have everything going for them. She remembered how envious she used to be of them…how much she wanted to be like them. Allison always got everything she wanted, she was stunning and mean and perfect.

“If only I could shove it in Allison’s face what a good year I’ve had, I wish.“ She took a sip of her drink and then set it down on the table, feeling lightheaded all of the sudden.

Maybe she shouldn't have had that second drink so quickly on an empty stomach… She turned to walk away from the table but something strange happened…she felt like someone had grabbed onto her jeans again but this time when she turned around there was definitely someone there…

”Hey, Esme!” Allison said, looking her up and down.
“Wow, you’ve really…changed.”

Esme looked down at herself, confused. What was she talking about? She hadn’t changed…at least not that she was aware of… “What do you mean?” Esme asked, but before Allison could answer she felt something else strange happening…it was like her clothes were getting tighter…she looked up at Allison in confusion. Allison just smiled.

“Don’t you know?” she said, her eyes gleaming. “You’re fat now. You’re the one who came back fat.”

Esme looked at her, baffled.

“Everyone’s been saying, ‘God look at Esme, she’s huge how did that happen? She was always so thin… or at least they will be. Just give it a few minutes.”

Esme was about to call Alison a bitch and tell her that it wasn’t high school anymore and whatever else was bottled up inside, but instead clutched her stomach as it suddenly began to ache.

She looked up at Allison with wide eyes, who smiled and said, “Everyone said your tits got huge first. Every Instagram post they got bigger and bigger. You in your cute Autumn clothes with your tits bursting out.”

Esme‘s chest felt suddenly incredible. It was like it was warm and cold and free and- her bra was too tight…she reached up to loosen it but it wouldn’t budge. She looked down and her eyes widened in horror as she saw her breasts spilling out of her tank top, straining against the fabric. She tried to cover herself up but it was too late, it was like her body was betraying her as her boobs heaved outwards. She grabbed them as if it would do anything and instead felt them growing with mass.

She could feel the eyes of everyone on her, she hadn’t noticed that before. She could hear the whispers starting…

“Oh my god, look at Esme…”

”What happened to her?”

Allison looked at her, “God they’re just massive aren’t they. Is that why you wore such a low cut top today? Slut.“

“No!” Esme protested.

Besides she didn’t wear a low cut top she wore her normal tank top she thought. But as she looked down she saw that her tank top had indeed become low cut…so low cut that her breasts were practically spilling out of it. She tried to pull it down but it was like they wanted to be on display…the more she tried to cover up the more her breasts seemed to spill out.

“What’s happening to me?” she whispered, more to herself than to Allison.

“Nothing’s ‘happening‘ to you babes, this is just what happened. After your tits blew up you started dressing like a slut to show them off.“ Esme‘s eyes darted around from her heavy D-cup tits to the girl in front of her to the people all around.

”What’s happening to me?” she repeated, her voice trembling.

Allison ignored her, “I remember when I saw that beach pic from Bali, my god your ass must’ve driven the guys wild. I thought ‘How could that be Esme?’”

Her ass was now plumper than it had been just moments before, it was a bubble butt, a draw for the eye.

“I-I don’t understand…” she stammered.

“It’s simple, you changed a lot this year.”

“But none of that happened!“ Esme said, “I never posted a sexy beach pic from Bali or photos of my boobs!” She wailed as her ass became softer, losing its tone.

“Well alright babe, maybe my magic has something to do with it.” Allison said. “You can’t be pretty and modest Esme, it makes hot bitches like me look bad.

“So, you gave me big boobs and made my jeans tighter? With magic?”

”Well obviously that’s not all, and by the way it’s not your jeans.”

Esme looked down she saw that her jeans were in fact tighter…but not by any fault of their own. They were so tight that they were cutting into her skin and she could see the outline of her thick thighs and plump ass.

”Anyway the next thing everybody noticed was that little stomach bulge.”

“Stomach bulge?” Esme repeated, her hand going to her stomach. She could feel a slight bulge there…one that wasn’t there before.

“Yeah.” Ocean said, twirling her hair around a finger. “Andnthen it started growing and growing until you had a full on belly. And then your arms and face got chubbier too. You looked like a different person.”

As Esme looked down at herself she saw that everything Allison said was coming true…she was getting bigger…her stomach was protruding, her arms and face were rounder…she felt herself growing. Her upper arms especially grew out with a substantial layer of chub.

“And of course, your boobs just kept getting bigger and bigger.”

Esme‘s DDs had now become E-cups, her breasts were so big that they were spilling out of her tank top and she could feel her bra cutting into her skin.

“Annoyingly your face stayed pretty hot, even with the weight gain. You’d think that would be the first thing to go. But whatever, you’re still a fat pig.”

“Mmmppphhh” Esme mumbled, her hand going to her face. She could feel that her cheeks were bloating fuller, her jawline softer. She was getting fat…she was a fat piglike Allison said.

“And it seemed like every photo you posted you were bigger. It seemed impossible but you just kept getting bigger and bigger.”

“Please no!” Esme cried again.

She tried to look down at her stomach but was stopped by a second chin. But she could feel it was rounder, softer…she was fat…she was so fat…

”I mean, I don’t even know how you functioned day to day. I would’ve never thought Esme would turn plus sized. You must’ve been so uncomfortable all the time.”

Esme was uncomfortable…she was more uncomfortable…her clothes were so tight, her breasts were so heavy, her stomach was so chunky…she felt like she couldn’t breathe…

”But I guess that’s just what happens when you let yourself go. Once you start gaining weight it’s hard to stop.” Allison brushed her hair aside, “But then you started captioning the photos with your measurements! I mean that was really bizarre I thought; ’Just hit 200lbs of thickness! Can’t wait to keep packing on the pounds!’ Like, who does that?”

Esme looked down at herself…she was 200lbs…she was so fat…she was disgusted with herself…she wanted to cry but she couldn’t…she felt like she was trapped in her own body. She noticed her arms get bigger and rounder, her fingers plumped up ass every piece of her padded with fat.

“Well anyway the final straw was when we all saw you post that mirror selfie last week. That‘s when the girls and I couldn’t wait to see you here in person. ’If you don’t like my 450 pounds of curvy girl then you don’t deserve my 54 inches of bust, my 50 inch waist, or my 66 inch hips.’”

”450 pounds!?” She thought, but that’s like insanely obese! She could never model again, she could never feel attractive again! “But I’m not even fat you’re doing this to me!” She cried out.

“You were always so skinny and perfect and now… we‘ll just say that the photos will have proved me right in about a minute. And if you thought 200 was a lot, let’s see how you feel leaving here four times what you were when you walked in.” Allison smiled as Esme‘s stomach began to swell even more, her breasts enlarging, her thighs and ass growing even thicker.

“N-no!” Esme cried out, her hand going to her stomach as it swelled even more. She was so big…she was so fat…she felt like she was going to die.

“And that’s not all,” Allison said, her eyes gleaming. “I made sure that your clothes would get tighter and tighter as you got bigger…so tight that they would cling to every curve you slut.”

Esme could barely breathe, this wasn’t her, she wasn’t some fat sow…her clothes were so tight.

Esme‘s E-cups had now become G-cups, her breasts were so big and heavy that they were spilling out of her tank top and bra and she could barely move without them getting in the way. She was constantly adjusting them, trying to cover up her exposed flesh.

“And I made sure that your ass would get bigger and bigger until it was so massive and thick that you couldn’t help but waddle when you walked. I fancy you as a pear.”

Esme‘s ass was now so big and thick that she could barely walk without waddling. Her jeans were so tight that they were cutting into her skin and she could feel her ass bouncing when she moved. She was growing wider and thicker with every passing second. Her waistline disappears as her hips balloon outwards, becoming round and curvaceous. Her once-thin thighs become thick and expansive, her luscious bottom becomes enormous and inviting. She can't help but run her hands over her new hips, marvelling at how different they feel.

Suddenly Allison snaps her back to reality, “Looks like James is coming over to watch the finale. And hey, some guys are into that sort of thing.”

Esme didn’t have time to feel awful about her crush coming to watch her blossom and bloat as she was overcome with a final assault of sensations and swellings. Her head shot back and her eyes slammed shut as she let out a deep moan. Changes made landfall on her plus sized body as her memories morphed and blew away.

Her lips became thicker and her sides billowed out while she suddenly forgot comparing textiles in the studio in April and instead remembered posing for a risqué photo on the beach in Bali. She recalled flying there and her hips digging into the seats, the tightness of her jeans as she tried to cross her legs. She forgot about her final project and thought about how many times she’d looked in the mirror to see her arms and face had gotten chubbier and how her stomach had started to protrude more. She remembered how her breasts had gotten heavier and how she needed a new bra every week. She forgot about her nights spent reading and remembered food, lots of food. Stuffing her face with it and loving how it made her feel.
And finally, she remembered standing on the scale last week and seeing the number 450 flash up at her, she remembered how sexy she felt, how she couldn’t wait to post about her immense weight.

Her ass became pure jiggly blubber as her jeans were ripped from her thick thighs. The sudden release was a relief as she felt her legs finally spread apart, giving her some much needed room to breathe. Her tank top was the next to go as her H-cup breasts spilled out, the fabric ripping at the seams. She tried to cover herself up but it was too late, she was completely exposed.
Her cheeks rounded out and her jawline softened as her face swelled. Her eyes became hooded and her lips thickened, growing ever more sensual. She felt her face bloat even more.
And then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

Esme opened her eyes and looked down at herself. She found herself wearing an incredibly figure hugging dress. The same one she remembered posing for a photo in.

She was massive…she was so big that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. She was 450lbs, her breasts were huge H-cups, her waist was 50 inches, her hips were 66 inches, her thighs were huge and her ass was massive. Her thighs were wider than her whole body had been just moments before and her ass was so big and thick that it was practically its own entity.

”Hey, James.” Allison said, walking up to him with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I think your little crush wants to see you.“

“My crush?” He said walking over, “Oh my god Esme is that you? I was positive that post wasn’t real, that you got hacked or something!”

But hadn’t she just seen James a few minutes ago? Where was Evie, Esme thought as she frantically looked round the party seeing nothing out of the ordinary. No one seemed to notice her sudden change. What sudden change? Where was Evie god where was she that little skank, where was Allison’s skinny little minion? There she was, drinking and laughing with all the other skinny girls.

“It’s real.” Allison said, “Every inch of her.” Then she walked away towards Evie and the girls leaving James to stare at Esme.

Esme wanted to scream out that this wasn’t her fault that she didn’t want this. She wanted so bad to set things right, but without thinking she pursed her lips and cocked her enormously wide hips to one side, resting a hand on it as it jiggled with fat.

“You couldn’t handle me in highschool and now I’m more of a woman than you’ve ever had the pleasure of being with, figure that.” She said, her voice low and sultry.

“Damn right you are.” James said, his eyes roaming over her body. “You’re so fucking hot, god why didn’t I ever talk to you back in school.”

Esme felt a thrill of pleasure at his words. She was hot…she was so fucking hot…she was the hottest girl here…the hottest girl anywhere…

“Let’s get out of here and I can show you how hot I really am.” She cooed, taking his arm in her corpulent hand and walking out of the function; her indulgently widened body swaying with each step.