Kim tightened her stomach muscles as she approached the double doors to the main hallway of Westwood High. Starbucks in one hand, iPhone in the other, and Fendi purse slung over one shoulder, she cut a stunning figure as she walked down the hall. Kim had long blonde hair, an hourglass figure, and a perfect tan. Her right eyebrow was pierced, along with both ears, and she always had on the most stylish nail polish, bracelets, and accessories.

Her breasts, C cups, were perky in a push up bra and her perfect, heart shaped ass stuck out behind her. She had a toned midriff that she loved to show off, and long, shapely legs. Kim's walk was perfected from hours of practice in the mirror; stomach in, chest out, glutes squeezing with each step, it was part pompous strut and part sexy swagger. She reached the door of her math class, and quickly checked her makeup before she strode in.

"Kim! You're late again!"

It was her teacher, Mr. Davids. The class was already full and it was true, Kim was late. Again. She stopped at the front of the class, and met his gaze with all eyes on her. She loved being the center of attention. Kim rolled her eyes before putting on her best pouty face. 

"Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Davids," she cooed, "sometimes these things just slip my mind. I promise I won't be late again!" 

Kim glanced quickly around the room, and made an extra effort to suck in her stomach and stick out her chest and bum. In a tight yellow tank top and black velvet miniskirt, Kim made quite a site for the boys-and girls-in the classroom. Mr. Davids found it hard to resist.

"Fine, Kim. Have a seat"

Loser, she thought, as she sat down next to her two best friends.

"Oh my God Kim you look so hot today!" whispered Ashley, Kim's most loyal friend.

"Thanks, I know." came the abrupt reply. 

Her second orbiter, Jenna, leaned over, "Kim I just love your outfit." 

"Thanks girl." 

Kim smiled to herself. Ashley and Jenna were constantly sucking up to her, seeking her approval. Just the way she liked it. Kim took a quick look around the room. 

Jocks in the corner checking her out? Check.

Nerds sneaking nervous looks at her? Check.

Goths staring enviously, wishing they were her? Check.

Cheerleaders gossiping and whispering, no doubt about her? Check.

Kim knew that at Westwood High, image was everything. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, took a sip of Starbucks, and checked her makeup again. Oh! Almost forgot, she chided herself. She put a light hand on her stomach, sucked in a little, and arched her back, pushing her chest up and out. Perfect, she thought, and began to fiddle with her phone. Math was so boring.

After school, Kim arrived home and set her bag on the kitchen table. Her math textbook slid out, and she remembered the homework Mr. Davids had assigned. "Whatever," Kim though to herself, "I'll just get some nerd to do it." Hungry, she grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard and pulled out her laptop to check Facebook. As Kim expected, her latest profile picture had dozens of flattering comments, from girls and boys alike.

The photo was of her posing in the bathroom mirror, with one hand on her hip, wearing a teeny purple tank top and a pair of black spandex hot pants. Her lips were pursed in a kissy face and the camera was angled perfectly to show off her best assets. She scrolled through the comments, putting the first chip in her mouth. Barbeque was Kim's favourite. She absentmindedly took another one, and started to browse the news feed. An hour passed, and all of a sudden Kim's salt-covered fingers were scraping the bottom of the bag. 

"Oh!" she thought, stunned, "I've eaten them all! I guess I really was hungry." She had never finished a whole bag in one sitting before. Kim walked to the bathroom to wash her hands, and was a little taken aback by what she saw in the mirror. Her fingers and lips were covered in barbeque salt, and her normally flat stomach, now full of chips, was pushing out a few inches, stretching her tank top and the waistband of her skirt. "Oh God!" She thought to herself, embarrassed, "I look like a total slob! Imagine what they would say at school if they ever saw me like this!" She took a deep breath, and then exhaled, trying to relax. Despite her momentary distress, in truth Kim wasn't too worried. She had always had a fast metabolism, and had always managed to stay slim and toned with relative ease. Kim quickly washed her hands and face, and, sucking in her stomach, ran upstairs to change into something looser.

The next morning, after her two and a half hour beauty routine, Kim began to put on the outfit she had laid out the night before. She had chosen a simple ribbed white tank top, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and her favourite black high heels. A perfect mix of casual and sexy, thought Kim, as she began to pull the jeans up her leg. It normally took a little struggle for Kim to get them on, skin tight as they were, but today it seemed harder than usual. Kim grunted-how unladylike-and jumped in the air as she yanked them over her perfectly round rear, surprised at how tight they felt.

"Must've shrunk in the wash," she said out loud, reaching for the zipper. It came up about halfway before Kim was forced to suck in her gut, but she was used to doing so and buttoned the jeans with only a little trouble. The tank top fitted tightly over her flat abdomen, and she made sure to adjust it so that an appropriate amount of cleavage was showing. Kim slipped on the heels, grabbed her bag, took one last look in the mirror and then left for school.

Ashley and Jenna met her at the front gate, gushing some generic compliments about her purse, or outfit, or something. Kim couldn't care less. She only hung out with them because they constantly praised her and were easy to order around. The fact that they were the next two hottest girls at Westwood didn't hurt either.

"Did you do the math homework?" said Jenna, the dumber of the two; "It was like, sooo hard."

"Oh shit, I completely forgot!" exclaimed Kim, not really worried. She spotted something out of the corner of her eye. It was Brian, who everyone knew was the smartest kid at Westwood. He was short, fat, wore glasses and was extremely awkward and shy.

"Brian!" Kim said in a fake cheery voice, "Did you do last night's math homework?"

"Uh, y-y-y-yeah Kim, why?" stammered Brian, going red in the face.

"Brian sweetie, I forgot to do mine," said Kim seductively, leaning forward to expose more cleavage, "do you think you could do it for me just this once?" Brian and Kim both new that he had done her math homework, and much of her other homework, many times before, but Brian was terrified of Kim and this time would be no different.

"S-s-s-sure," he stuttered, "I'll have it to you by the end of l-l-l-lunch."

"I knew I could count on you!" said Kim in the same fake voice, touching Brian lightly on the arm. It was the first time a girl had touched him in weeks. As soon as the girls had turned the corner, Ashley took some hand sanitizer from her purse and handed it to Kim.

"Ew! I can't believe you touched him!" she admonished.

I hope no one saw me talking to him!" replied Kim, vigorously rubbing her hands. Jenna and Ashley cooed reassuringly, before the girls agreed to go to McDonalds for lunch.

McDonalds had a special meal deal, so the girls decided they would all try it together. A double bacon cheeseburger, fries and a drink for $3.99. They all felt a little guilty, ordering such a fatty lunch, but they would eat it together and it would be fun to let loose a little. 

"Let's sit upstairs girls," suggested Jenna, "I want to enjoy this."

The upstairs of the McDonalds was always empty, and Jenna didn't want anyone to see her pigging out. They sat down at a table and began to eat. Kim took a dainty bite of her burger, and, surprised at how good it tasted, quickly took another, larger bite. The burger was incredible! She began to eat ravenously, taking long drinks from her Coke, and lost track of time.

"Oh my God Kim! You're done already!" squeaked Jenna, who for all her gusto had only managed to eat half the burger, "I'm already full."

Kim blinked, and looked down to see that all her food had vanished. 

"I guess I was really hungry," she replied haughtily, "are you going to finish your fries?"

"No..."

Kim reached over and greedily took the rest of Jenna's fries, dumping them onto her tray. "I'll take that too," she said, reaching for Jenna's half eaten burger.

"Careful Kim," said Ashley, "you wouldn't want to get f-" She stopped suddenly after she realized who she was talking to.

Kim froze for a moment, as if processing what had been said.

"Wouldn't want to get WHAT?" she thundered, "What, Ashley?" 

How could anyone even suggest... It made her shudder just thinking about it.

"N-nothing Kim," trembled Ashley, looking down, "you know you always look great."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, as Kim continued to eat, and then suddenly, as she took a particularly large bite of the burger, a dollop of grease squeezed out and fell straight on to Kim's pristine white tank top. She let out a little scream. 

"Ladies! Come help me!"

Ashley and Jenna were at her side in an instant, attempting to wipe away the grease. 

"Augh!" squealed Kim; "you're only making it worse!"

It was true. The grease blob was now spread around and had made a noticeable stain just to the right of Kim's belly button.

"You idiots! Just leave it, let's go!"

Kim stood up, fuming, and picked up her purse. Checking her makeup, in the small mirror she noticed Ashley eyeing her belly. It was protruding several inches in front of her from all the food, and with the grease stain Ashley thought it made Kim look a little like a piece of newly pregnant trailer trash.

"What?" seethed Kim, quickly sucking in her stomach, "I know you made the stain worse, let's just go back to class. God. I still look hot, right girls?"

Ashley and Jenna looked her up and down. Kim's hair and makeup was still perfect, if a little frazzled from her overreaction, and the tight jeans and heels combo made her ass and legs look fantastic. Kim had on a necklace that spelt, not surprisingly, K-I-M, and it brought attention to her chest, where she had exposed just the right amount of cleavage. Even her nails and toenails we matching, and by all means, she looked hot. Still, Ashley couldn't help but notice that, even when fully sucked in, Kim's belly stuck out about an inch farther than it normally would. 

"She's probably just bloated," thought Ashley, as she glanced at Jenna expectantly.

"Of course, Kim, you look great!" they chorused in unison, having done so many times before.

"That's right." stated Kim matter-of-factly, and marched down the stairs with her nose in the air.

Back at school, the girls still had fifteen minutes until math started. As they approached the double doors, Ashley caught Jenna's eye.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said, staring at Jenna.

"Oh, me too!" replied her friend, taking the hint.

"Fine," said Kim, still mad about the grease incident, "I'll see you girls in class." 

Secretly, Kim was happy to momentarily leave her friends, because although she had tried her best not to let it show, she was having a very hard time keeping her belly fully sucked in. It had gotten progressively worse on the walk back, and was now bordering on painful.
"Just get to the classroom, then you can sit down," she thought to herself, as the girls parted ways.

With all her remaining strength, Kim sucked in as best she could, thrust out her chest, and, holding her purse in front of the grease stain, walked her much-rehearsed walk down the hall to math class. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, as usual, and she reassured herself that it was because she was the best looking girl in the school, if not the whole country.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ashley and Jenna were frantically discussing the events that had transpired over lunch.

"Did you see how fast she ate that burger!" hissed Ashley.

"Did you notice she ordered a Coke! A non-diet one!"

"I know! We always get water!"

"I know! Oh my God, did you see her stomach!" whispered Jenna.

"I thought that was just bloating..."

"No girl," Jenna said serenely, "my sister got fat in college, I know it when I see it, maybe she was a little bloated but that was the beginning of a full on-" she lowered her voice even more, "beer belly."

Ashley gasped at the thought. Kim, with a belly? Surely not.

"What should we do?" asked Jenna, sounding nervous.

Ashley was regaining some composure. "It's Kim," she said confidently, "you really think she's going to get fat?"

Jenna thought for a moment. "You're right," she giggled, "of all people, little-miss-perfect would be the last one to let that happen to her."

Kim, after what had felt like an eternity, had finally reached the door of the classroom. Holding in her stomach down the hallway had become more and more difficult with every step, and by the end Kim was red in the face and short of breath. She had managed though, and after all, her image was at stake. Kim took a quick look inside, realized thankfully that the classroom was empty, and walked in. She scanned the room again-you could never be too careful-and then let out an enormous sigh of relief, finally releasing her bloated belly. 

Her gut, full of food and soda, fell forward with surprising weight, jutting out in front of Kim, almost as far as her ample chest. She walked slowly over to her desk, wheezing slightly, and sat down, trying to take deep breaths. Kim leaned back, and with great effort, reached down and managed to painstakingly unbutton, and then slowly unzip, her skin tight jeans. She let out another sigh of relief. Normally, Kim would have been disgusted with herself, but all she could think about was providing much-needed relief for her overstretched belly. To her dismay, it had expanded even further forward, forcing her tank top to roll up several inches. 

She ignored it temporarily, desperately trying to get comfortable. Kim leaned back a little further, reclining in the chair, and, with one hand cradling her stomach, let out a long, satisfying belch. Her belly shrunk significantly, and she sat up a little straighter. "Gas," Kim reassured herself, "it was just a little indigestion." Anyways, she hadn't eaten that much... had she? Kim looked up, pulling down her tank top, and froze with shock when she saw Ashley and Jenna standing in the doorway of the classroom.

"H-how long have you two been standing there?" she asked hesitantly, her normally haughty tone sounding nervous.

"Er, we just got here," lied Ashley, "right Jen?"

"Yeah..." agreed Jenna, "we didn't see anything."

"Good!" said Kim, regaining her composure, "I mean, uh, there was nothing too see!"

In reality, however, Ashley and Jenna had seen it, and they couldn't believe their eyes. There was Kim, the flawless queen of Westwood High, little-miss-perfect, leaning back at her desk with her pants undone, top rolled up and stained with grease, gut hanging out, and-this was the best part-she was burping of all things. She had looked every inch the lazy, fat pig, and Ashley and Jenna were lost for words. But, they new how important it was to stay friends with Kim, and they knew they had to act like nothing was wrong. The two girls sat down on either side of their friend as it slowly began to dawn on Kim what she had just done. 

"Thank God no one saw me," she thought to herself, as she corrected her posture and quickly re-buttoned her jeans. "If people saw me like that my reputation would be ruined. I can't believe I-ugh-belched. Ew! And my stomach!" She looked down. "My flat, toned stomach!" Although it had been reduced in size significantly by the burp, Kim's belly was still being pushed out by the now-settled food. Gross! She calmly sucked in, but not without noticing that it was now much more difficult to do so. "God, what's happening to me," she thought, "that's it, I'm going on a diet tomorrow. No more bloating, no more grease stains, and no more-I still can't believe I did that-burping. Ew!"

For the next few days, Kim ate only plain green salads, but found she couldn't keep it up for long, and soon began to douse them in ranch dressing. Convinced she had lost weight, Kim reverted back to what she thought were her normal eating habits. But unbeknownst to the stuck-up blonde, the McDonalds incident had stretched the walls of her stomach, and Kim was now eating considerably more, and more frequently. While her eating habits were changing, Kim's other habits were not, and she still insisted on wearing the same tight, revealing outfits she always had. 

This particular day she had chosen a low cut, skin-tight, plain white polo, unbuttoned tastefully to show off a good two inches of cleavage. It was cropped fairly short, so a sliver of tanned midriff was visible above the low-rise madras shorts Kim wore on the bottom. Her blonde hair was arrow straight and had a golden sheen to it, while her makeup was done painstakingly to perfection. She had on a number of stylish bracelets and matching earrings, as well as her namesake necklace, and naturally her nail polish matched her toes. On her feet Kim was wearing a pair of cork wedge sandals with three-inch heels; she loved the way they accentuated her curves when she walked. 

Admiring herself in the mirror, Kim frowned slightly as her eyes reached her midsection. Her stomach was tense, as usual, but there was a layer of fat there that Kim had never seen before. She turned sideways, examining her profile, and saw that her stomach curved outwards, just above the waistband of her shorts. Kim faced the front, and saw the faint outline of her belly through the thin white fabric, where before there had been only lean abs. "Maybe Ashley was right, maybe I should be careful about getting fat," Kim thought hesitantly to herself, "have these shorts always been this tight...?" 

She tugged nervously at the waistband. "No, that's ridiculous," she chided, "I'm just bloated... again." Kim pulled her stomach in, hard, and was pleased to see that it had a doubling effect; her bust swelled up and out, straining the buttons of her polo, and her stomach became completely-well, almost completely-flat once again. She flipped her hair, picked up her purse, blew herself a kiss in the mirror and then strutted off to school.

Kim met Ashley and Jenna for lunch, as per usual, but as she looked them over, she saw that something was amiss with Jenna's outfit. Ashley had noticed it too, and and was blatantly ogling Jenna's ass, along with everyone else in the vicinity. Jenna was wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans that Kim had never seen before, and they made her ass look absolutely fantastic. It curved out in a perfect half moon, looking like the ancient Greeks had carved it out of marble. Jenna, dumb as she was, seemed oblivious to it all, and couldn't notice the stares and whispers if she tried. 

Kim noticed, however, and knew that this just wouldn't do. How dare Jenna try to look better than her! Ashley was jealous too, but was so stunned she didn't know what to do. Kim, on the other hand, new exactly what had to be done. She walked up to Jenna, smiling sweetly, and said in her most perfect flattering voice, 

"Jenna, those new jeans look amazing on you!" 

Jenna, normally the one doing the complimenting, was slightly taken aback, but pleasantly surprised.

"Oh! Thanks Kim! I just got them yesterday on sale at Guess."

"Well, girl, they look so hot. Would you mind it I tried them on?"

Jenna knew she couldn't say no.

"Uh, sure Kim. Let me get my sweatpants from my like, locker, and then I'll meet you in the change room."

"Ok, see you there!"

It was a trick Kim had pulled many times before. Any time she saw another girl who she thought looked better than her, Kim would compliment the girl on her outfit, and then ask to try on the most prominent piece of clothing. The girl, flattered, would of course say yes. How could she refuse the most popular girl in school? Kim would then wear it for the rest of the day, and then wear it home, "forgetting" about it. The poor girl was always too frightened to ask for it back, and the only time they would ever see it again was when Kim decided to wear it to school. This was exactly what Kim planned to do with Jenna's new jeans.

They met in the locker room, and Jenna changed into her sweatpants, handing Kim the new jeans. Kim thanked her sweetly, but was furious on the inside. So Jenna thinks she has a nicer ass than me? I'll show that bitch. Jenna went to wait outside; she had done this many times before. Kim took the jeans into a stall with her, and, after removing her shorts, began to pull them on. 

They came on smoothly at first, but as she reached the thigh Kim began to struggle. She tugged, hard, and began to inch the jeans up her thighs. After twisting and squirming for a couple of minutes, Kim had managed to pull them up to her waist. Panting, she leaned against the wall, putting a hand on her hip. The jeans were starting to cut off the circulation to her thighs. 

How could they be so tight? She stepped outside of the stall, turned to look in the mirror, and was not happy with what she saw. The side seams were stretched to their limit, straining, and her thighs looked like oversized sausages stuffed into too-small sausage casings. The waistband dug into her flesh, and slight muffin top had emerged where before there had been only tight muscle. She twisted to look at her ass. "I think it looks better than Jenna's," thought Kim, "it's certainly... bigger." She slapped it for good measure, and it jiggled for a little longer than she was used to. "Not so bad..." she thought, and then suddenly it hit her. 

"Oh god. I still have to button them." 

Looking in the mirror again, Kim noticed that her belly was hanging out. She scolded herself for being so careless, and contracted her stomach, sucking it in. She grabbed the zipper, pulling, and it began to move. The teeth hooked together slowly, one by one, each with more difficulty than the last. Kim did her best, and after what felt like hours of pulling there were only a few notches left, but the zipper wouldn't budge. This would have to do. Now, she knew, only the hardest part remained: the button.

Holding her belly in with all her might, Kim grabbed the two button flaps and began to pull them together. The waistband stretched, and beads of sweat began to appear on her perfectly powdered brow. The flaps were getting closer, millimeter by millimeter, and Kim let out a grunt of frustration. Ugh! Almost... there... The prissy blonde's face was bright red, turning even redder as she blew all the remaining air out of her lungs. Hunched over and now sweating profusely, she yanked the two flaps together with all her strength, in a last ditch attempt to button the jeans. 

But it was no use. Kim collapsed in a heap, exhausted, and released her stomach in defeat. The resilient skinny jeans just would not button. As she tried desperately to catch her breath, the queen of Westwood High's soft belly slumped forwards; slowly filling the open gap between the jean flaps. The fly came undone tooth by tooth, gradually pushed down by the weight of Kim's gut. The blonde lay back on the floor, panting heavily, red faced and sweaty, with the unbuttoned jeans still stretched around her waist. Kim was thoroughly beaten. 

It took Kim a full five minutes to catch her breath and regain some composure. She stood up and took the jeans off slowly, feeling dejected. She put her madras shorts back on, and prepared to exit the locker room. Kim new Ashley and Jenna would have spread the word, and a small crowd of people would have gathered in the hall, ready to shower her with compliments as she paraded around in her new piece of clothing. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. Kim folded the jeans neatly and examined herself in the mirror once again. Wiping the moisture from her face and chest, she undid a fourth button on her polo. Maybe this will distract them, she thought wearily, plumping up her cleavage. Satisfied, but not pleased with her appearance, Kim picked up the jeans and walked outside to face the music.

As expected, a small crowd had gathered in the hall outside the changing room. As soon as Kim walked out the door, Ashley knew something was amiss. Obviously, Kim hadn't put the jeans on, as they were folded neatly in her hand and she was instead wearing the same shorts as before. Kim didn't seem her usual self, and rather than the fake smile she usually wore at these mini-fashion shows, she looked irritated and a little distracted. Nevertheless, Kim had her back arched, her chest out, and was sucking in her stomach so hard that the tight polo was almost loose around her waist. 

Ashley also noticed that Kim had undone another button on her collar, the blonde's already eye-catching cleavage was now practically bursting out of her top. "Are her boobs getting bigger?" wondered Ashley, "this is weird," she thought, noticing Kim's flushed face, "she looks a little bit... exhausted..." Were those sweat stains under her armpits? Kim had been gone an awfully long time. What the hell had happened in there?

Kim had known the crowd would be there, but she hadn't expected there to be quite so many of them. She also hadn't expected to be presenting herself to them tired, a little sweaty (ew!), and carrying in her hand the item she was meant to be showing off. Immediately after exiting the changing room, Kim felt all eyes on her, and for once wasn't pleased about it. 

She hoped to god they were looking at her cleavage, or her hair, or something, and not at her stomach. Kim glanced down, hoping to see if it was still sucked in, but her view was obstructed by her newly enhanced cleavage. She looked up to see Ashley and Jenna scurrying towards her.

"Kim! What happened?" asked Jenna, looking concerned.

"They wouldn't fit!" said Kim under her breath, pressing the jeans back into Jenna's hands. "JENNA, HAVE YOU LOST WEIGHT?" she exclaimed all too loudly, looking around at the crowd. A few of them giggled, and Kim was already looking for an escape route. She needed to get out of the spotlight before anyone realized what had really happened.

Jenna, however, was confused, "What? No, you must have g-"

"Shut up!" hissed Kim, starting to turn red. The strain of holding her posture was beginning to get to her. For about ten seconds she stood there, looking expectantly at Ashley and Jenna. God, why were they so stupid? 

"Girls! Get me out of here!" Kim said finally, desperation creeping into her voice.

"Oh! Right away Kim!"

Ashley and Jenna sprang into action, pushing through the crowd so Kim could get through.

"Out of the way losers!"

"We have somewhere to be, move it!"

Once out of the crowd, Kim took the lead, marching the girls down the hall as fast as her cork wedge sandals could carry her. She silently cursed her decision to wear such high heels, as each exaggerated, swaying step made it harder and harder to keep her belly sucked in. She needed to get some relief, and fast.

They lurched around a corner and Kim stopped momentarily, her mind racing. She was about to speak when Ashley started to ask, "Kim, what on earth hap-"

"Shut UP!" squealed Kim, wringing her hands and practically bouncing up and down. Stress was written all over her face, and she was squeezing her legs together like she needed to pee. She knew she couldn't hold her stomach in for much longer. There were only a few people in the hall, including Ashley and Jenna, but there was no way she could let it out in front of them. Kim glanced around frantically, and, seeing a chunky girl in a hoodie, suddenly had an idea. She pushed Ashley and Jenna out of the way and marched up to the girl.

"Give me your sweater!" demanded Kim.

"W-w-what?" asked the poor girl.

Kim's belly was now quivering with the effort it took to hold it in. She was desperate, and she didn't have time for this.

"Your sweater!" shrieked Kim, her voice rising an octave, "Give it to me! NOW!"

The girl, terrified of this trembling, red-faced blonde and her immense, heaving bust, hardly had the sweater off before Kim snatched it out of her hands and rammed it over her head. The chunky girl, now even more frightened, scurried away. Kim yanked the hoodie down over her chest, then her stomach, and released her gut into the space provided by the baggy fabric. Phew! Finally, she could breathe again. What an ordeal! Kim leaned against the lockers, catching her breath, as Ashley and Jenna rushed to her side once again.

This time, Jenna was the first to speak, "O-M-G Kim, what's the matter? You're as red as, like, a tomato!"

"Nothing, girls," came the slow reply, "let's just, *gasp*, get to class."

Kim was pretending like nothing had happened, but she was panting and it was obvious she was still out of breath.

"OK Kim," replied Jenna, "but..." She looked Kim up and down, and then looked at Ashley. Something was wrong.

Ashley was thinking the same thing. She looked at Kim's new outfit for a moment and then raised an eyebrow, "A hoodie and shorts, Kim? Really?"

For a second, Kim didn't understand. "What? What are you-"

"And not just any hoodie," added Jenna, almost maliciously, "That hoodie." 

Kim looked down. It was an ugly hoodie, but... they couldn't be serious? Many times she had sent one or both of them home in the morning if she disapproved of their outfit, refusing to be seen with them if they didn't change first. But that was something Kim did to other people, no one would dare...

"Yeah Kim," said Ashley, "I just... don't think we can be seen with you like this."

Kim looked at Jenna for support, but the dumb girl was nodding in agreement. Jenna mustered up some courage and added, "Maybe you should go home and change before you come anywhere with us..."

Kim couldn't believe what she was hearing. How dare they! She started to turn red again, this time with pure anger. Ashley and Jenna knew the sight, and were terrified of Kim's wrath. But they held their ground, giving the stuck up blonde their best scornful looks.

Kim glared at the two girls, trying to muster up a response, but all she could manage was to splutter indignantly in their faces. Still in a state of disbelief, flecks of spit flew from her mouth as she tried to find the words to express her anger.

Ashley wiped her cheek, "Ew, like, don't spit on us!"

Finally, it dawned on Kim that this time her so-called friends weren't going to give in. She was dumbstruck. All she could do was clench her fists and scream.

"AAAUUUGGGHHHHH! This CANNOT be happening!"

With that, Kim turned on her heel and stormed down the hallway and out the door.Kim pulled the hood up and walked home as fast as she could with her head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone she passed. She was a little embarrassed, but mostly she was just angry at Ashley and Jenna. How could they do this to her? Those bitches would be nothing if it weren't for Kim!

Upon arriving home, the prissy blonde was still in a huff. She stormed up to her room and took off the hoodie, throwing it onto her bed. "Stupid thing," she said out loud, "it's so ugly even I look bad in it! Stupid Jenna and her stupid jeans! Ugh!" What a horrible day!

Kim turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror, and immediately noticed that the button on her shorts had come undone. Her stomach was pushing out, and during the walk home it had forced her polo to ride up just above her pierced belly button. She tried feebly to suck in, and upon failing to do so resorted to pushing the pot belly in with her hands. She let it out after a minute, then slapped it and watched it jiggle. Her gut stuck out noticeably now, and would probably reach as far as her breasts, had they not grown significantly as well. 

And her breasts had grown; at least she had that to be happy about. Kim's chest was glistening with sweat, and her cleavage looked unbelievable. Then she noticed the sweat stains under her armpits. "God, I hope no one noticed those at school," she thought worriedly. Kim couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but her ass looked bigger as well, and the seams of her shorts felt tight around her thighs. Her hair was ruffled from the hood, and it was sticking to her damp forehead. Frankly, Kim looked like a mess.

She slumped on to her bed, thinking angrily about the day's events. How dare Jenna try to look better than her! And those jeans! How could they not fit! Everyone had seen her come out of the change room, they had all been expecting to see her wearing them. What if people started talking? What if a rumour started that she might be gaining weight... How humiliating! Kim had a reputation to uphold!

"I need to prove that nothing had changed," she thought, "I'm still the hottest girl in school... I'll show them!"

Kim went to the bathroom, stripped naked, and took a long, relaxing shower. She took extra care washing her hair and body, and upon emerging from the shower she spent two hours applying her makeup and styling her hair to perfection. She put on her favourite jewelry, including her namesake necklace, and made sure her nails looked perfect. From her closet, Kim picked out a push up bra and matching panties, as well as a pink miniskirt and a tight black sweater with a deep v-neck. She put the underwear on, then the sweater and skirt, and looked in the mirror once again. 

Her breasts, pushed up and out by the bra, were practically exploding out of the deep v neckline. She remembered the sweater as being form fitting -all her clothes were- but now the material clung even more tightly to her frame, hugging every curve. It was one of Kim's longer tops, and had used to reach down past her waistband. Now, due to the increased size of both her breasts and belly, about two inches of Kim's soft, tanned gut poked out between the hem of the sweater and the top of her skirt. As her eyes turned to the skirt, any doubts Kim had about her ass having grown disappeared. 

The skirt was one of her shortest, she only really wore it out to parties, as it had only covered a little past her ass. Now, the bottom of her bum hung out and was actually visible from a side profile. Whatever, thought Kim, it's sexy. As a final touch, she stuffed some toilet paper in her bra to bring out her cleavage to the extreme. Kim grabbed her phone and went back over to the mirror. As she had done many times before, the blonde spent the next half hour primping, preening, pouting and posing in front of the mirror, taking dozens and dozens of pictures.

Afterwards, she combed through them with exquisite care and, upon picking the very best one, set it as her new facebook picture. She had worked the angles, and sucked in, of course, so that she looked practically as thin as her old self. And hot too! Kim was facebook friends with anyone of any importance at Westwood, so she knew they would all see it, including Ashley and Jenna. Let them try to start a rumour now!

By the time Kim got the picture up, it was well into the afternoon. Her skirt was feeling a little tight, so she took it off, along with the heels. It had been a tiring day, and Kim decided she needed a nap. But first, a snack! She went downstairs to the kitchen and pulled out a carton of ice cream, then grabbed a spoon. Kim knew ice cream was bad... but she had just taken such a hot picture. She deserved a reward. Walking slowly back up the stairs, Kim mulled over what she would wear tomorrow, while shoveling the ice cream into her mouth. She got back to her room and checked her facebook, and was delighted to see that the new picture was already getting attention.

Feeling even more pleased with herself, Kim went on to waste the next hour on the internet, still absentmindedly spooning ice cream into her mouth. Eventually, she looked over and saw with surprise that over half the carton was gone. 

"It was like, half empty when I started, right?" she thought, trying to rationalize her gluttony. Kim hiccupped, and put a delicate hand on her belly. "Maybe I'll do some sit-ups, just in case..." 

She lay down on the floor, and after taking a few breaths, managed to slowly pull her torso up into sitting position. As she sat up, Kim's belly formed rolls, sagging over the waistband of her panties. One! The second was even harder than the first, and her belly kept getting in the way. Kim managed a grand total of four and a half sit-ups before returning to the ice cream. She sat back on her bed, and her sweater rode up, exposing her swollen stomach, but she was too tired to care. With the carton of ice cream resting on her gut, Kim turned on the TV and continued to eat. She was asleep within ten minutes, ice cream still running down her chin.
The next day, Kim wore a leather jacket to school. It was stylish, of course, but that wasn't why she had chosen it. The jacket was zipped up over Kim's midsection, and it was incredibly tight. It had taken her over twenty minutes of struggling, pulling, and sucking in to zip it up to just under her increasingly large breasts. The tightness of the leather was extremely uncomfortable, but now that she had it on it worked almost like a corset, squeezing Kim's abdominal flab inwards and keeping her stomach fully sucked in. 

She could only take short, shallow breaths, and the transition between sitting and standing was a little difficult, but after yesterday's events Kim new something had to be done. She had come to realize that her expanding gut was simply too large for her to keep sucked in on her own. 

So she wore the jacket, and under it a simple pink V-neck t-shirt. It was low cut enough to show off considerable cleavage, and Kim had arranged it so that the tops of her black push up bra were actually visible above the V neckline. Kim would normally have worn jeans with the jacket, but today she chose yoga pants, after all, they were so comfortable... and so stretchy. On her feet Kim had a pair of Ugg boots; simple and stylish. She would normally have worn some form of high heel, but with the stress of the leather jacket on her belly, and the thought of the cork wedge sandals fresh in her mind, the stuck up blonde had enough to worry about.

The first part of the day went smoothly for Kim, but the same couldn't be said for Ashley and Jenna. After Kim had stormed off the day before, it was silently agreed upon by both parties that the girls were no longer talking to each other. This was fine for Kim, and she spent the morning strutting around haughtily like she always did. Ashley and Jenna on the other hand, so used to being ordered around, found that without Kim they simply didn't know what to do with themselves.

Lunch came around, and for the first time in as long as they could remember the girls didn't sit together. Ashley and Jenna, who had barely found the way on their own, took their salads to a table along the edge of the cafeteria, while Kim sat alone at their usual table directly in the center. The queen of Westwood was making a show of daintily picking at a single lettuce leaf, while checking repeatedly both her phone and her make up. 

Ashley and Jenna really had had a horrid morning without Kim. They had nothing to talk about without her, no one's locker to gossip at between classes, but most of all no one to suck up to. Without Kim, they realized, they were nothing. Halfway through lunch, the two girls decided they had to try and reconcile with their friend. They picked up their trays, and made their way across the cafeteria, trying to ignore the stares and whispers from the other students. They approached Kim's table and stopped in front of her, but Kim pretended not to notice. Ashley and Jenna knew what had to be done, so Jenna began with,

"I saw your new profile pic yesterday Kim, it was so hot..." 

Kim looked up briefly, before turning back to her iPhone. 

Ashley tried a more direct approach, 

"Kim... we're really sorry about yesterday... we don't know what we were thinking..." 

Kim looked at her for a little longer, before she picked up her purse, pulled out her mirror, and began to reapply her lip-gloss for what must've been the sixth time that day.

"Please don't be mad at us!" blurted Jenna, surprised at how desperate she sounded, "C-c-can we sit down?" 

Kim again said nothing, and the seconds of silence felt like hours for Ashley and Jenna. Finally the conceited blonde spoke, her voice haughty as ever.

"Fine." 

The two girls practically scrambled into their seats, but Kim pretended not to notice.

"Kim you were right, I have been losing weight," lied Jenna, "that must be why my jeans didn't fit you... um... you can keep them if you want..."

Kim had finished with her lip-gloss, and had begun to touch up her mascara.

"Did you do something new with your hair?" ventured Ashley, "I saw like, the whole football team staring at you this morning..."

Kim smiled to herself, but kept her eyes firmly on her makeup mirror. The flattery was beginning to get to her, but she didn't let it show just yet.

Ashley sensed they were getting somewhere, and had an idea. "Halloween's coming up soon," she said, "we should go costume shopping, like, tomorrow!"

"Come with us Kim!" exclaimed Jenna, catching on, "Please?"

Kim thought for a moment. Shopping was one of her favourite things, and she loved Halloween. Finally, the blonde spoke.

"I'm still mad at you," she said slowly, "but..." Kim paused for effect, and her friends hearts leapt into their mouths.

"Fine."

Ashley and Jenna looked ecstatic, like they'd just won the lottery. They were about to start celebrating when Kim said, "One more thing."

They froze, and turned towards her. "Yes, Kim?" they chorused in unison.

"Girls," she said, finally meeting their gaze, "How do I look?"

Normally Kim would have stood up, performed a full twirl, and struck a few poses in front of her friends (and the rest of the cafeteria) to show off her outfit. So when she simply flicked her hair behind her ear, and then pushed her lips together in an exaggerated kissy face, Ashley and Jenna were a little confused. Kim, who could barely breathe in the constricting leather jacket, knew exactly what the girls were expecting, but had no intention of even standing up if she didn't have to, let alone posing like a runway model. She flicked her hair again, and looked at them expectantly. 

"Girls?!"

Ashley and Jenna, upon realizing the normal posing routine wasn't coming, hurriedly began complimenting Kim on her makeup, hair, and jewelry, gushing praise like they never had before. Kim simply sat there enjoying it, and waited a full five minutes before her two friends started repeating themselves because they had run out of things to say. Ego sufficiently inflated, Kim promptly told them to shut up, and began finalizing plans for tomorrow's shopping trip. Things were back to normal, or so it seemed...

Kim cut a comic figure as she stood, hands on hips, in front of her wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. Having just finished her hair and makeup routine, she looked like a glamour model from the neck up, but below that she was still clad in the tank top and boy shorts that she wore to bed. Kim couldn't even pretend that the pajamas fit her anymore, but she continued to wear them because she knew no one would ever see her in them. 

The pale blue tank top had been tight before, but now the stretchy material barely contained her growing breasts, and the spaghetti straps that held it all together looked ready to snap at any moment. Since more material was needed to cover Kim's expanding chest, there was only enough left at the bottom to reach part way down her middle. Kim's soft, round gut bulged out below the hem, and sagged over the waistband of her boy shorts. 

The pink underwear, which was far too small, was riding up Kim's rear, causing about an inch of crack to be visible at the top of her bum. She reached backwards and, absentmindedly picking at the wedgie, examined the contents of her open closet. She knew she had to look good for a day at the mall, but what to wear?

Ordinarily Kim would have picked her outfit out the night before, but instead she had spent the evening gorging herself on pizza and pop. After having eaten a single piece of lettuce at lunch to keep up appearances, she couldn't help but indulge later on. 

Her belly was now feeling the full effects, and it gurgled as Kim took off her pajama top. She ignored it, and put on one of her usual push up bras. They were getting increasingly tight, but with the tightness came ever more impressive cleavage, so Kim didn't mind. She reached into her closet and, somewhat optimistically, decided to first try on an old crop top. She pulled it over her head, but almost immediately found she couldn't even get it down over her breasts. 

Subsequently, she tried a simple black tank top. It fit over her chest, and she pulled the hem down over her stomach, but as soon she let go it slid up, revealing half her belly. Kim groaned, pulled it off, and threw the offending garment to the floor. 

Next, she tried on a pink tracksuit jacket, hoping that the soft velour material would help disguise her stomach. She squeezed her arms into the sleeves, took hold of the zipper, and preemptively sucked in. As she did so, Kim heard another gurgle, and then suddenly a loud fart erupted from her rear. "Oh!" she exclaimed, releasing her belly with surprise. It slumped forward heavily, and Kim began to turn red with embarrassment. There was no one around to see, thank God, but expelling gas was the realm of smelly losers, not the picture-perfect queen of Westwood High! She chided herself, and thought back to the incident where she had had to burp in the empty classroom. No one had seen that either, but she definitely needed to start being more careful. 

Turning her attention back to the track jacket, Kim sucked in again, this time without expelling gas, and pulled the zipper up to just under her breasts, before turning to look in the mirror. Head on, her cleavage looked better than ever, although she noticed a slight pair of love handles developing on her sides. Still sucking in, Kim turned sideways to see that the jacket hung down off her breasts, and that there was about an inch of space between the material and her sucked in stomach. She exhaled slowly, and watched with dismay as her chubby gut filled the space, forcing the jacket to ride all the way up to her belly button. 

Kim groaned once again. There was no way she could keep her belly sucked in for an entire shopping trip, and the only thing that could do it for her was the leather jacket, but she couldn't wear the same thing two days in a row. She stood around for a good fifteen minutes, trying to decide what to do.

After much deliberation, Kim finally settled on a puffy winter jacket, the zip-up kind with a furry hood. It would conceal her midsection, and she wouldn't even have to suck in once. Underneath she wore a white cashmere sweater, low cut, and yoga pants once again on the bottom. She would have loved a form-fitting pair of skinny jeans, but any jeans that could fit over her ass would no way in hell button around her belly. 

So yoga pants it was, along with a pair of sneakers that matched her soft sweater. Admiring herself in the mirror, Kim marveled at how the puffiness of the jacket hid her gut, and how she had unzipped it just enough to draw all the attention to her ample chest. 

She checked her phone, and saw 12 texts from Ashley, and 7 missed calls from Jenna. Kim knew she was late, but she had always liked to keep people waiting. After one final look in the mirror, the curvy blonde slung her purse into the crook of her arm and strode out the door.


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Kim met Ashley and Jenna at the entrance to the mall, over forty minutes after the time they had agreed upon. Rather than expressing their annoyance, the two suck-ups acted worried.

"Oh my God Kim where were you!?" asked Ashley, seemingly concerned, "We thought something might have happened to you on the way here..."

"Yeah," added Jenna, "Are you OK?"

"Um, ya girls," replied Kim, acting annoyed, "why, do I not look OK?" She puffed out her chest and gave them a familiar expectant look.

Before the flattery could even start, Kim snapped "Save it. Let's go."

She led them through the mall with her nose in the air, knowing that everyone was looking at them, but Kim knew better than to pay any attention to the little people. They arrived at the entrance of their usual classy costume store, and as soon as they entered were approached by a well-dressed, 40-something sales lady.

"Can I help you girls?" she inquired, her voice heavy with an Eastern European accent.

"Um, ya," replied Kim, "We need Halloween costumes."

"Of course," replied the saleswoman, "Everysing at ze front is 10 percent off, and ze rest of ze store eez full price. Do you see anysing you like?"

The three girls looked around, before Kim spotted something bright orange in the corner of her eye.

"That one!" she said, pointing at it with a slightly chubby, well-manicured finger.

"Ah yez, good choice," replied the saleswoman, "very popular vis zee young girls zis year."

The sales lady fetched a small stepladder, before climbing up and retrieving Kim's outfit. Ashley and Jenna craned their necks to get a better look at what their friend had chosen.

It was an inmate costume, styled as a mini dress, made entirely of bright orange latex. A zipper ran from the crotch up to the plunging neckline, and it came with a belt styled as a pair of handcuffs. The inmate number read 80085: "BOOBS". Kim knew right away it would be perfect.

"And vat size vill you be needing?" asked the saleswoman.

"Small." said Kim automatically.

Ashley and Jenna glanced at one another, but said nothing.

"Our products tend to run a beet tight," said the saleswoman tactfully, eyeing Kim up and down, "I vill give you ze medium az vell, just in case."

Before Kim could respond, she turned back to Ashley and Jenna and said, "You girls continue to look, I vill set your friend up in a dressing room."

Turning back to Kim, who was a little shocked by the size comment, she beckoned with one finger. "Come vis me."

Kim, without so much as a glance at Ashley and Jenna, obliged, and began to follow the saleswoman to one of the change rooms at the back of the store.

"Call me if you need anysing," said the saleswoman as they neared the changing rooms.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," replied Kim smugly as she entered the closest one.

"As you please, mi-" Kim cut the saleswoman off by practically closing the door in her face. She set the two costumes down on the bench provided, and took off her jacket. She hadn't bothered sucking in at all with it on, and now she tried to ignore how her potbelly bulged out of her clothes as she took them off. 

Standing in her bra and panties, Kim picked up the small sized inmate costume and unzipped the front, before stepping into the dress. She wiggled it up her thighs, but as soon as it reached the bottom of her growing rear, the latex material got firmly stuck. Kim tugged hard, but the bottom of the dress could only stretch so much, and she gave up, turning hesitantly to look in the mirror.

Frankly, she looked ridiculous, even by her recent standards. The lower part of the dress was stretched to its limit around her upper thighs and lower ass, digging into Kim's skin as the rest of it hung down around her legs. The latex was stretched so tight it was almost see-through, and she couldn't even move her legs. The saleswoman was right, she thought to herself, things do run tight here!

Conveniently forgetting that she had easily slipped into a small the year before, Kim tugged the dress off and began to pull on the medium. It slid up her thighs, tight, but not too much so, and this time she was able to get it over her ass. She pulled the rest of it over her shoulders from the back, and managed to squeeze her arms into the short sleeves. She turned once again to look in the mirror.

The bottom of the dress barely reached over her ass, with the hem just touching the back of her legs. Kim thought that part was perfect. Not so perfect, however, was the way her soft, round beer gut hung out between the two halves of the open dress. "OK," she whispered to herself, "let's do this."

Pulling her stomach in, Kim began to tug the zipper upwards. It moved, little by little, and each time it got stuck she would suck in a little harder, her face growing increasingly red as she did so. After straining for what felt like an eternity, Kim had managed to pull the zipper up to her belly button, but several rolls of fat had formed above it due to all the compression. Just then came a sudden knock at the door.

"Is everysing all right Miss?" called the saleswoman's voice.

Struggling for breath, Kim managed to call back, "Yes, everything's fine! Don't come in!"

Turning her attention back to the dress, Kim began to pull on the zipper again, while hunching over and pushing the rolls of fat downwards with her free hand. Beads of sweat began to roll down her forehead, and she gritted her teeth, trying desperately to stuff herself into the dress. She pushed down on the fat with all her might, while simultaneously pulling the zipper upwards with her other hand, sucking in for dear life. She let out a loud grunt of exertion, straining and struggling harder than she ever had before.

Just then, the door opened. 

Kim turned, shocked, and her mouth fell open in surprise. There was the saleslady, peering in at her with a look of slight confusion in her eyes.

And there was Kim, hunched over and out of breath, sweating and red faced, visibly trying to stuff her stomach flab into the dress with her hands, all while desperately sucking in as hard as she possibly could. Her mouth was hanging wide open, and a look of shock was frozen on her face. The queen of Westwood High was lost for words, and could only turn an even deeper shade of red.

The saleswoman, however, did not seem perturbed. The look of confusion in her eyes was quickly replaced by one of recognition and slight amusement. "I know just vat you need." she said matter-of-factly.

Kim, frozen in her awkward position and somehow still holding her belly in, could only stammer, "I-... I-... I-..." 

"I'll be right back." said the saleswoman, calmly closing the door.

Kim collapsed onto the bench, shocked and embarrassed, trying to catch her breath. In its relaxed state, her belly seeped out of the dress, pushing the zipper back down, only adding to the humiliation. How could that woman... How could she walk in like that... she had seen... she had seen everything!

Sitting in stunned silence, Kim thought about what would happen if word got out. Her, Kim, the girl with the perfect... well, everything... not fitting into her dress! Imagine what people would think! She stared bleakly at the wall, still slumped on the bench, and then before she knew it there was another knock at the door.

Again without invitation, the saleswoman entered the change room and quickly shut the door behind her. Kim looked down, and tried halfheartedly to suck in, before resorting to covering her stomach with her hands.

"Oh don't bozzer," said the saleswoman, "I know your type... but I have something zat can help you..."

"Help me?" said Kim, still flustered, "what are you-"

"Stand up." commanded the saleswoman, cutting her off.

Kim, unused to being given orders, obeyed without thinking.

"Zis," said the saleswoman, pressing something into Kim's hands, "it vill help to hide your ah... situation."

Kim looked down. It was a package like the one the costumes were kept in, but the label read "Waist-Slimming Girdle: Industrial Strength".

"A g-g-g-girdle?" stammered Kim, " I don't need a-"

"Turn around," commanded the saleswoman, again cutting her off.

Still quite shaken up, Kim complied. The saleswoman took the package out of her hands, opened it, and wrapped the girdle around Kim's waist.

"Now suck in."

In a daze, Kim pulled her belly inwards, still tired from before.

"Harder!" said the saleswoman, "like you vere before!"

Again, Kim complied, and then felt the girdle tightening around her middle. She heard a zipper go up, and then somehow, it got even tighter. It was tighter even than the leather jacket had been, and Kim was having trouble breathing.

"And now for ze dress..." said the saleswoman, sounding almost impatient. She helped Kim into the costume, and then, motioning to the zipper, said, "Try it now."

Kim pulled, and the zipper slid smoothly over the white material of the girdle, and then up and over her breasts.

"Now you look," said the saleswoman, turning Kim to face the mirror.

Kim's eyes widened as she saw her transformed figure. From the front, her waist was as thin as it had once been, yet her hips, ass and chest remained larger than ever, creating an incredible shapely hourglass silhouette. She nudged the zipper downwards, exposing more cleavage, and the saleswoman rolled her eyes. Kim, however, was too excited to notice, and struck a pose, quickly regaining her composure. 

She turned sideways, marvelling at her now perfectly flat abdomen, and the way her chest and bum stuck out like two shelves facing in opposite directions. She tossed her hair, and, with her hand on her hip, made a kissy face and struck another pose. 

"Ahem," said the saleswoman, handing her the handcuff-belt. It buckled around Kim's newly cinched waist with ease, and she continued to admire herself in the mirror, before the saleswoman interrupted, "I trust Miss is satisfied?"

"Umm, yes..." replied Kim slowly, still posing, while picturing how sexy she would look on Halloween.

"You will take it zen?" asked the saleswoman, already knowing the answer, "erm... bose of zem?

"Yes..." came the reply, and then Kim had an idea. "The uh... undergarment. I want to wear it out of here." Why should she wait until Halloween to show off her figure?

"I understand Miss," said the saleswoman, "but first, let me show you how it vorks."

Kim took off the dress, and the saleswoman demonstrated to her how to remove the girdle, how to put it back on, and how to use the zipper and the clasps to achieve maximum tightness. By the end of it, Kim was again visibly short of breath.

"You vill get used to ze breazing." said the saleswoman, "anysing else Miss?"

"Make sure it doesn't show up on the bill," said Kim, her confidence growing with every passing minute. She couldn't have Ashley and Jenna knowing about this, or anyone else for that matter.

"Zat can be arranged. See you at ze checkout." With that, the saleswoman promptly exited the change room, closing the door behind her.

Still struggling a little with mobility, Kim slowly put her clothes back on, minus the puffy jacket. She noted with extreme pleasure how the sweater now covered her stomach with ease, reaching down well past the waistband of her pants. She felt like her old self again. Well, minus the constant squeezing on her midsection, and the trouble breathing, but Kim knew she could get used to that. It sure would be worth it.

She strutted out of the change room, walking as sexily as ever. Ashley and Jenna had found costumes too, in considerably less time, but of course said nothing of having to wait for Kim. They did ask her for approval; Ashley would be a sexy devil and Jenna a playboy bunny. Kim said fine, overlooking the fact that she had been a playboy bunny last year, as she was practically giddy with excitement about her new figure. The girls bought their costumes, and then celebrated with lunch at the food court. It was going to be a good Halloween.

Halloween came around, and Kim, Ashley and Jenna had been invited to a party at a girl named Nicki's house. Nicki's parents were never around, and she hosted parties all the time, everyone who was anyone at Westwood High would be there. The girls spent the day at Jenna's house getting ready, and then headed out to Nicki's around nine. 

Naturally, they had all made an effort, especially Kim, to look the best out of anyone there. Kim had spent two hours on her hair alone, and it was perfectly straight and shining a radiant gold. Everything was going along perfectly until, as the girls were doing their makeup, Kim began to notice, embarrassingly, what looked like the beginnings of a slight double chin. While Ashley and Jenna were in the bathroom, she quickly searched online "how to hide a double chin with makeup", and hastily followed a tutorial she found YouTube. 

Hoping no one would notice, Kim ended up using more makeup all over, especially around her eyes, for that extra sultry look and to draw attention away from her softening chin. She had painted her nails bright pink, and was wearing an assortment of sparkling jewelry, including her KIM necklace. The vain blonde loved her girly accessories, and had always considered them an important part of her image.

Kim had strapped on her new girdle as tightly as she could, but squeezing herself into the convict costume, even with the girdle on, had proven somewhat more difficult than it had in the store. Once she finally got it on, the bottom of the dress barely covered the curvature of her ass, and if her hips happened to sway a little too much as she walked (Kim made sure they did), the hem would ride up and give anyone watching a little peek at her bottom. 

To avoid panty lines, she wore a thong, and with it a matching black push up bra. Kim's tanned breasts ballooned out in front of her, and, to her complete delight, jiggled slightly as she walked. The neckline of the dress scooped down to reveal deep cleavage, and the zipper required constant adjustment; it could hardly go five minutes without sliding downwards to reveal even more cleavage. Despite the voluptuousness of her chest and bum, Kim's midsection appeared to be completely flat and firm, thanks to the marvelous new girdle. She had gotten used to wearing it, more or less, and so was able to top the outfit off with a pair of black heels and the handcuff-belt that came with the costume. The five-inch heels exaggerated Kim's strut as she walked, and her posture as she stood, making her breasts and rear all the more noticeable.

At the party, the girls danced, drank, took pictures, flirted with boys, and gossiped with other girls. As the night wore on, they grew increasingly drunk, and after yet another round of shots, Jenna noticed something across the room. 

"Look," she whispered to Kim, "it's Melanie..."

Melanie Thomas was Kim's sworn enemy at Westwood, and the closest thing she had to a rival in terms of popularity. Despite having remarkably similar personalities, the two girls hated each other, and had competed through out the years to be at the top of the social ladder. Kim had been totally dominant, until earlier in the year Melanie had announced that she would be running for Prom Queen. Until then, everyone had assumed that Kim would win easily, but as it stood now one couldn't be so sure.

Melanie seemed to have spotted Kim as well, and was making her way across the room, flanked by her two best friends, Britney and Stacy.

"Brace yourselves girls," whispered Kim, as the two parties squared up.

Melanie put her hands on her hips and struck an aggressive pose, before saying, equally aggressively, "So, Kim, you still think you can win Prom Queen, competing against me?"

Kim looked her competition up and down. Melanie was shorter than Kim, with darker skin, and had curly brown hair that reached a little past her shoulders. She had a toned, athletic body, with large breasts and a firm ass. She was wearing a two-piece referee costume, which consisted of a striped crop top and matching short shorts. Ample cleavage was on display, as were tanned legs, but what Kim noticed most about the outfit was how it showed off Melanie's lean, toned stomach. 

Impressively, the shorter girl was sporting what looked like the hint of a six-pack. Kim was incredibly jealous, but tried her best not to let it show. She thrust out her chest, and put a light hand on her stomach, making sure the girdle was still holding everything in place.

"Come on Melanie, you don't really think you can beat me, do you? These people practically, like, worship me," said Kim, gesturing to the partygoers around them, "Everyone knows I'm the most popular girl in school, and the hottest. I deserve to be Prom Queen." 

The girls were drunk, and it was causing them to be both more aggressive and more arrogant than usual.

"Most popular? Maybe, like, for now," replied Melanie, "but you haven't been looking so hot lately, have you Kim?" 

"Um, excuse me?" said Kim indignantly, "I don't know what you're talking about..." 

"You heard me," said Melanie, emboldened by the alcohol. She reached out with one finger and prodded Kim's middle. "What exactly are you hiding under there anyway...?"

Kim, feeling increasingly drunk, and nervous that her girdle might be exposed, overreacted by exclaiming loudly "How dare you!" before pulling back her arm and slapping Melanie cleanly across the face.

"Bitch!" cried Melanie, holding her cheek. She spun around, picked up the nearest glass of punch, and promptly threw it in Kim's face, before turning once again and storming off, closely followed by her two friends.

Ashley and Jenna, standing on either side of Kim, couldn't believe what had just happened. It had been years since someone had stood up to Kim, let alone do something like throw a drink on her! 

They took a moment to process everything, before turning to look at their friend. Kim, always the drama queen, was standing stock still, her eyes shut, fists clenched, and mouth hanging wide open. Sticky red punch covered her face and neck; dripping slowly down her body, while several ice cubes appeared to be sliding down her cleavage. In her drunken state, Kim craved attention even more than usual, and was doing her best to make a scene. For maximum effect, she waited a few more seconds, before blinking slowly and then unclenching her fists.

"Aaaaaauuuugh!" she shrieked dramatically, wringing her hands, "My makeup! It's ruined!"

She began to frantically fan her face, but despite her best efforts, the layers upon layers of carefully applied makeup were quickly becoming an utter mess.

After a minute or so of exaggerated fanning, Kim reached into her purse and pulled out her mirror. She took one look, before letting out another drunken squeal.

"Girls!" she exclaimed, trying her best to sound distraught, "I can't do this! We have to go!"

Kim covered her face with her hands, and stumbled, as fast as one can in five-inch heels, out of the party and on to the street, with Ashley and Jenna following diligently behind.

Once they were out on the street, Kim's stomach began to growl. She turned to her two friends and announced, "Girls, I'm hungry! We're going to McDonalds!" before abruptly turning to march up the street. Ashley and Jenna shared a look, but said nothing, and began to follow behind. Kim was too drunk to focus on anything other than her hunger cravings, and as she walked her outfit became increasingly disheveled, the bottom of the dress riding up her backside and the zipper on the front sliding further and further down.

After only a few dozen feet, Kim's steps began to falter, and soon her haughty strut devolved into little more than a drunken stumble. Then, without warning, there was a loud SNAP!, Kim lost her balance, and suddenly found herself sitting flat on her ass in the middle of the sidewalk. Luckily, due to the expanding bulk of her increasingly bulbous rear end, everything but Kim's dignity survived the fall unhurt.

Ashley and Jenna rushed to her side, and begin to inquire if she was OK, but Kim was focused on only one thing.

"I'm fine girlsshh," she slurred, trying to stand back up, "I just wanna go to McDonaldsshhh..."

Struggling, with her dress sliding up to reveal her thong and her breasts practically popping out of her top, Kim managed to get herself into a squatting position. She swayed for a moment, before losing balance again, and then promptly fell back on her ass with a grunt of surprise.

Ashley and Jenna shared another look, and Ashley began, "Kim, I don't think now's the time..."

"Ya girl," added Jenna, "we should really get you home..."

"Noooo!" whined Kim, still on the ground, "I want McDonalds!" With that, she crossed her arms and began to pout.

Ashley sighed, and surveyed the situation. She knew Kim well enough to know that if the pampered blonde didn't get what she wanted, they would never get her home. But Kim was in no state to go anywhere, let alone a crowded restaurant in the middle of the night. She was so drunk she could barely stand, her face and chest were covered in punch and smudged makeup, one heel was broken, and her costume looked to be having about three different "wardrobe malfunctions" all at the same time.

"Ok." said Ashley authoritatively, "Jenna, you go to McDonalds. I'll take Kim home, and you can meet us there." She turned to look down at Kim, "Is that OK Kim?"

"Fiiiineee," slurred Kim, "as long as I get to eeaaaat..."

Ashley and Jenna took off Kim's heels, adjusted her dress, and then Ashley put the blonde's arm over her shoulder and helped her up. They started off towards Kim's house, as Jenna headed to McDonalds in the other direction.

---

Once Ashley and Kim finally reached the house, Ashley was exhausted. She had practically carried Kim the entire way, and the walk had taken more than twice as long as it should have. Along the way, Kim had seemingly forgotten about her hunger pangs, and was now complaining about how her stomach hurt. The liquid in Kim's belly had made her extremely bloated, but the girdle was still strapped on tightly, and so was causing her a lot of discomfort.

"Kim, your parents aren't home, right?" asked Ashley, as they reached the front door.

"No..." replied Kim, reaching down her cleavage to fish out a key. Grimacing, with one hand on her stomach, she stood swaying for about thirty seconds, trying unsuccessfully to fit the key into the lock. Finally, Ashley stepped in, grabbed the key, and opened the door.

Kim stumbled inside, holding her stomach, and immediately hurried into the living room. She was desperate to get some relief, and, without thinking, called out drunkenly, "Ashley, come in here and help me take off my girdle!"

Ashley wasn't sure she'd heard properly, and waited a minute before following Kim into the living room. The lights were on, and when Ashley saw her friend standing in the center of the room, she couldn't believe her eyes.

Kim was swaying slowly back and forth, standing only in her underwear, with the latex dress cast aside. She had both arms reached behind her back, and her chubby fingers were fumbling clumsily with the claspings of what was unmistakably a shiny, white, waist-cinching girdle.

Ashley was shocked, and lost for words. But Kim, close to blackout drunk, took no notice.

"Don't just stand there!" she slurred hotly, "Help me!"

Ashley slowly moved forward, positioning herself behind Kim, and began to examine the back of the girdle. Under Kim's increasingly agitated direction, she undid various hooks and clasps, feeling the tension in the material mounting. Soon, only the main zipper remained. "Almost there," she muttered to the drunken Kim, and with one quick motion pulled the zipper downwards.

The two halves of the zipper sprang apart, and there was a huge release of pressure as Kim's enormous, bloated gut exploded outward. The girdle flew several feet in the air, landing on the couch, and Kim let out a long sigh of relief. "Aaaahhhhhh," she said, cradling her swollen gut with both hands, "that's sooo much better..." 

Oblivious to Ashley's complete astonishment, Kim waddled, gut and all, into the kitchen, and took a bag of potato chips out of the cupboard. She walked back into the living room, stopped, then let out a large burp, and sat down heavily on the couch. Kim sighed again, this time with pleasure, and put a handful of chips into her mouth, chewing methodically.

Ashley couldn't believe her eyes. Kim had gone from being the hottest girl at the party, the belle of the ball and every inch the future Prom Queen, to a fat, slovenly pig, in only a matter of minutes.

She continued to stare in disbelief, as Kim put away handful after handful of salty potato chips. After a few minutes, she heard the front door open, and Jenna's voice call from down the hall, "Hey, I didn't know what to get, so I just got a cheeseburger meal, but then they gave me some other people's food too, so I-"

As Jenna reached the doorway to the living room, she stopped dead in her tracks, and the words stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened, and she blinked several times, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Kim was slumped on the couch, in nothing but her bra and thong, slowly devouring a bag of chips in a drunken stupor. Her fingers and lips were covered in salt and oil, and some of the chip residue was sticking to the dried punch on her face and chest. Kim's swollen stomach curved out below her breasts, like that of a heavily pregnant woman, and her belly was so heavy and bloated that it was actually resting in her lap. Her chubby thighs pressed together as she sat, and from where Jenna was standing it looked as if Kim would soon have a noticeable second chin. And... what was that beside her? Some kind of undergarment? Jenna looked at Ashley, and saw the same look of shock in her friend's eyes. 

Kim, having now finished the bag of chips, appeared totally oblivious to it all. "Do you have the food..." she mumbled at Jenna.

"Uh, ya, here..." said Jenna, and Kim snatched the paper bag out of her hand. As Kim began to unwrap the McDonald's, Ashley and Jenna convened in the corner of the room.

"What the hell is going on?" whispered Jenna, rightfully confused.

"I don't know!" replied Ashley in an equally hushed tone, "We just, like, got back here, and then she made me help her take that thing off, and then she burped, and then she just started eating!"

"Chips?" said Jenna with disgust, "Ew!"

"I know!" hissed Ashley, "and look at her now!"

They turned back to look at Kim, and saw was an almost unrecognizable glutton, with a burger in one hand and a handful of fries in the other. She took a messy bite of the burger, and then stuffed the fries into her mouth, chewing noisily. Grease and ketchup covered Kim's mouth and fingers, and was dripping down onto her breasts and belly. She stopped eating momentarily, let out a loud fart, and then continued on with her drunken binge.

Jenna gasped, and Ashley's mouth dropped open in horror, as they shared a look of absolute disgust.

It took a second before either of them could say anything, and the Jenna whispered, "But... how did she look so good at the party?"

"That thing... beside her," replied Ashley, pointing to the girdle, "it's a corset, or a girdle, or something... it, like, sucks all the fat in, and makes her look skinny..."

"A girdle!" squeaked Jenna, giggling, "I think my grandma used to wear one of those, in like, the 30's..."

"Sshhh!" hissed Ashley, "this isn't funny! How can Kim win Prom Queen looking like that!?"

"Come on," sniggered Jenna, "it is a little funny... I mean, Kim, of all people... getting fat... and then wearing a girdle to hide it..." 

"Huh, yeah," chuckled Ashley, finally seeing some humour in the situation, "And she always used to bug us about our weight..."

They looked over at Kim again, and saw that the bloated blonde, having finished all the food, was passed out on the couch, snoring softly, her belly looking bigger than ever.

"Well, what are we going to do?" wondered Jenna aloud.

"I don't know," replied Ashley, "normally Kim decides everything..."

After much deliberation, the girls decided to clean Kim up and put her to bed. They managed to get rid of most of the traces of her binge, and were hoping that their friend wouldn't remember any of it in the morning. Jenna tucked Kim in, and Ashley placed the girdle and the latex dress beside her bed, trying to make it look like Kim had taken them off herself. As Jenna threw away one final McDonalds wrapper, Ashley turned off the lights and closed Kim's door, before the girls exited through the front door. They walked home, both still dumbstruck by what they had seen, and both wondering what would be in store for them at school the next day.

Kim awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache and a dry mouth, remembering nothing from the night before. After a long shower, she got dressed in a daze, and chose a simple pink tank top and a pair of blue skinny jeans, along with, of course, her trusty girdle strapped on tightly underneath. Nursing her hangover, she looked in the mirror and noticed again, discomfortingly, the bulge of fat becoming visible under her chin. 

She applied several layers of foundation, and then liberally slathered on the rest of her makeup in a vain attempt to cover it up. Ignoring the fact that her face was now several shades darker than the rest of her body, Kim found, to her frustration, that the stubborn double chin was still somewhat visible. She moved her head towards the mirror, jutting out her chin, and it disappeared. The vain blonde sighed; this would have to do. She threw on some jewelry, along with a pair of flats, and grabbed her favourite Ray Bans and her purse on the way out the door. Kim adjusted her girdle one last time, and, trying to remember to keep her chin out, headed off to school.

The first part of the day passed uneventfully, and Kim's headache slowly receded throughout the morning's classes. By the time lunch came around, she was feeling much better, and her, Ashley, and Jenna bought their lunches before heading to their usual table in the middle of the cafeteria. Desperate to keep up appearances, Kim had ordered nothing but a plain green salad. However, she was unable to resist completely, and had doused the entire thing in creamy ranch dressing, something that had not gone unnoticed by her two friends. They of course said nothing, and instead began lunch with the usual gossip. Kim, lost in her ranch soaked salad, was only half listening, until the conversation moved on to Melanie and their rival clique.

"You know," said Ashley, "Stacy's been looking a bit, um, thicker lately..."

"Oh my God, you're so right!" replied Jenna, "I thought I noticed something different about her..."

Stacy, one of Melanie's two best friends, had always struggled with her weight, particularly around her middle. As a result, she had often been the target of Kim's merciless teasing. The two girls looked across the cafeteria, and saw Stacy sitting up very straight with her chest out, and one hand placed nervously on her stomach. Kim, however, took little notice, as she too busy filling her mouth with another forkful of salad and dressing.

"Totally," said Ashley, "she looks really uncomfortable."

"Haha, yeah," laughed Jenna, with a glance at Kim, "she should start watching what she eats..."

"You know," replied Ashley, lowering her voice, "I heard she actually had to start wearing a girdle to hold her stomach in..."

At the sound of the word "girdle", Kim's eyes widened, her fork froze in mid-air, and she drew her breath in sharply. Due to the sudden intake of air, and her mouth being full of food, she began to choke slightly. For several seconds, the stuck up blonde could only splutter and wheeze, becoming increasingly red-faced, as a slew of panicky thoughts raced through her head.

Did she just say girdle? I haven't heard anything about Stacy wearing one...

But mine...

Do they know!? Oh my God they know!

No... that's impossible... they can't know... no one knows about it... right?

What if they found out... 

What if everyone found out...

That would just be...

Oh God...

Ashley and Jenna looked on, trying not to let their amusement show, as Kim was finally able to swallow with a loud gulp. Gasping for air, she quickly began to denounce Stacy, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"Ha, yeah, Stacy has always been a fatass," said Kim cruelly, massaging her throat,  "I'm not surprised she's had to resort to a, um, girdle to hide it... that chunky bitch should try hitting the gym some time..."

She looked over at Stacy again, slowly regaining her composure, and remarked, "Seriously girls, how can Melanie expect to win Prom Queen with a fattie like that for a friend?"

For a second there was no response, as Ashley and Jenna were still trying to hide the fact that they were thoroughly enjoying seeing Kim squirm. Irritated, the blonde turned back to them, with the usual expectant look on her face, and they sprang into action.

"Oh yeah you're totally right," said Ashley, playing along, "Stacy should really go on a diet or something..."

"Seriously," added Jenna, "a girdle... to hold her fat in... how embarrassing for her..."

Kim nodded slightly, tight lipped, before touching up her makeup, and then quickly changed the subject.

---

Several hours later, on the bus, Ashley and Jenna were having a field day recounting the day's events.

"Did you see her start choking when I said girdle?" snickered Ashley, "she looked sooooooo uncomfortable..."

"Yeah," came the reply, "and she went all bug-eyed too..." Jenna did her best Kim impression, putting on a faux shocked face and grabbing her throat, before collapsing into a fit of giggles. 

Giggling as well, Ashley continued, "And what was up with her makeup? Talk about cakeface..."

"Ha! You're so right... her face was like, orange... sorry sweetie but five pounds of concealer isn't gonna hide that double chin..."

"And did you see the way she was sticking her head forward! Maybe that girdle's tightness is affecting her brain..."

Laughing together, the two girls surprised themselves by how open they were about discussing their friend. Before, it had always been blasphemy to criticize Kim, even when she wasn't around. But after seeing the snobby, self-important blonde gorging herself on Halloween, and earlier that day reduced to a spluttering mess at the sound of a single word, they felt a new sense of freedom and power.

---

Kim, on the other hand, was having a terrible time. She had spent the whole rest of the day obsessing over her girdle, constantly checking to make sure that it wasn't showing through her clothes. She felt full and bloated from lunch, and the fact that she had been sucking down sugary pop all through last period certainly wasn't helping as she began to walk home. With every step it felt like the girdle was getting tighter, and even more so as she relived the events that had transpired during lunch.

Surely Ashley and Jenna didn't know her secret? After all, how could they, she had been so careful. Hopefully no one had noticed her reaction when they started talking about it, people might start getting ideas... If even the slightest rumour started, there was no way Kim would be voted Prom Queen... and that was out of the question! She had to be Prom Queen; it had been her dream, for like, forever... To stand up on stage and bask in the applause of the whole school... To be recognized as the most desirable, most popular girl out of everyone... Kim new she was already both of these things, but she wanted so badly for it to be official, for the whole world to know... Especially that bitch Melanie... She really thinks she can win?  Ha, she'll probably start crying when they announce the true winner...

These thoughts continued all along the walk, until Kim reached her doorstep, and snapped back to reality. Suddenly, she felt the extreme tightness of the girdle around her bloated middle once again, and was desperate to get inside and relieve the pressure. Once inside, Kim closed the door behind her, and locked it just to be sure. Eager to get some relief, she then pulled up her shirt, undid the clasps on the girdle, and opened the zipper. Her belly burst free, sagging out in front of her, as she sighed with relief and proceeded to take several deep breaths. Massaging her swollen gut with one hand, Kim reached down and popped the button open on her jeans, then unzipped the fly. Her stomach expanded even further forward, as she let out another long sigh of relief.

Leaving the girdle on the floor, and setting down her purse, Kim waddled slowly into the kitchen, still rubbing her distended stomach. With her tank top rolled up, and her pants undone, belly hanging freely, she stood with her hands on her hips in front of the cupboard, trying to decide what to eat. Kim burped suddenly, and then hiccupped, and felt her stomach shrink slightly. She hardly noticed, as the burping didn't bother her anymore, it happened far too often to get upset about. The flatulence on the other hand, that was a different story...

After considering the options, Kim grabbed a bag of popcorn from the cupboard and headed up to her room. Sitting on her bed, she set her laptop on her lap, and the bag of popcorn beside her. Her belly slumped forward onto her lap, but she ignored it, reaching around it for the popcorn. Grabbing a handful and stuffing it into her mouth, Kim opened up Facebook with her free hand, and froze when she saw the picture at the top of the page.

It was a full body photo of Melanie, taken in the mirror in classic Facebook style, and she was posing provocatively in a tiny purple bikini; hand on hip, ass and chest out, with her abs on full display for all the world to see. As she gazed longingly at Melanie's lean, toned body, Kim tried to ignore the nauseating feeling of jealousy creeping slowly into her stomach. She scrolled down to the caption of the picture, and read, "If it was a bikini contest, I'd have already won! Vote Melanie for Prom Queen!" 

Taking a moment to digest what she had just read, Kim's eyes narrowed, and the feeling of jealousy in her gut was quickly replaced by blind rage. How dare Melanie post something like that! The nerve of that girl! Kim couldn't believe it, and swallowed her mouthful of popcorn with a loud gulp, before slamming the laptop lid down in disgust. The stupid picture already had 27 likes! Shoving her hand into the bag of popcorn, Kim grabbed another handful and stuffed it into her mouth. Chewing furiously, her brain went into overdrive trying to decide how to react to this sudden turn of events.

She thought that Melanie had probably noticed Kim hadn't been posting new pictures of herself recently, at least not as often as she'd used to, and was trying to take advantage of that fact. By plastering her body all over Facebook, Melanie could draw attention to herself, and take the spotlight off Kim. It was obviously part of her plan to win over the students of Westwood, and to secure their votes. If the picture alone wasn't enough, then the caption made it clear as day.

Kim was furious, and new something had to be done, so the conceited blonde began to retaliate in the only way she knew how. Angrily, she stripped naked, and dug through her closet to find the skimpiest bikini she owned. It was a tiny red number from Brazil, that had barely fit her before, and had always been saved for special occasions. Somehow, she managed to squeeze the top over her breasts, and, almost ripping the seams, forced the bottoms up around her hips.

Blocking out everything other than the desire to one-up Melanie, Kim grabbed her phone and positioned herself in front of the mirror. Almost automatically, she pursed her lips, brought her free hand up to make a peace sign, stuck out her breasts and bum, and sucked in with all her might. *Click!* Without looking at the outcome, she moved into a second pose; hand on hip, 3/4 turn, stomach in, chest out. *Click!* Next, she put on her best pout, bent at the waist, leaned in towards the mirror, and pushed her breasts together. *Click!*

This went on for quite some time, until eventually Kim felt that there must be at least one picture in the bunch that would top Melanie's. Exhausted and short of breath, she collapsed on to her bed, and plugged her phone into the computer. While the pictures uploaded, Kim made a quick trip to the kitchen, still in her bikini, returning a few minutes later with a plate of freshly toasted pop tarts. Having calmed down considerably, she began to browse celebrity gossip, and bit into a pop tart. As the sugary taste hit her tongue, Kim sighed with pleasure, and her eyes rolled back in her head. God did she ever love pop tarts. Midway through her second, the pictures were done, and Kim clicked to view the first one. It opened, and she did a double take.

The first thing she noticed was her midsection. Due to the sucking in, Kim's ribs were slightly visible, albeit through a thick layer of flab. Directly below that, there was a slight inward curve, with creases forming in the fat, under which a sagging, fleshy paunch bulged out from her lower abdomen. Even fully sucked in, Kim's gut was soft, pudgy, and hung out over her waistband. The bikini bottoms were as tight as could be, digging into her hips, and they emphasized her love handles as well as the softness of her thighs. 

At least my ass looks good from this angle, she thought wistfully, as her eyes moved upwards. Kim's chest, having been a tight squeeze in the bikini top before, was now on the verge of exploding out of it. The strings were stretched to their limit, as the tiny red triangles strained to hold Kim's heaving bust. She not only had immense cleavage, but underboob, and sideboob as well. Kim's gaze moved higher still, and she gritted her teeth when she saw that her double chin was more noticeable than ever. Pouting was meant to make her face look slimmer, and give the appearance of a defined jaw and cheekbones, but all it did now was make her look like a puffy, bloated duck. She let out a groan of frustration, and clicked to the next picture. They couldn't all be this bad, right?

But again, Kim was not happy with what she saw. The 3/4 turn was supposed make her waist look thinner, but even with her stomach sucked in, at an angle, the flabby pooch was as visible as ever. Not only that, but the pose made her ass look huge, with each cheek pressing together, practically swallowing her bikini bottoms. Her breasts looked good, at least, if one considered fighting to escape the bikini top at every angle a good look. And the double chin was there again, albeit somewhat lessened because she was turning her head. Frustrated again, Kim clicked to the next picture. 

Oh god, it was even worse. Leaning towards the mirror had backfired completely; sure her boobs looked big, but her pot belly was the centerpiece of the photo, hanging down below them in the frame. She had never needed to suck in for that pose, she hadn't bothered here, and boy did it show. Her gut hung down so low that it completely blocked her crotch, and it almost looked as if she wasn't wearing any bottoms at all. Ew. There was absolutely no way anyone could ever see those three pictures.

Kim continued to click through the album, munching on her pop tarts, becoming increasingly agitated as she did so. Ugh! How could there not be a single good photo? She had tried every pose, every angle, and every trick she knew, but there was nothing. Particularly aggravating was the prevalence of her double chin, which was making an appearance in almost every shot. To make matters worse, in many of the pictures Kim was sucking in with so much effort that her pout was transformed into a sort of strained, uncomfortable grimace, which, infuriatingly, only served to accentuate her increasingly chubby chin all the more.

Fine, she thought, I'll do it the hard way. Kim fetched her girdle from downstairs, strapped it on, and replaced the bikini with a thong and a push up bra. From her closet she took a black spandex dress, one of her clubbing outfits, and threw it on over top. Moving over to the mirror, she began to pile on the makeup, hoping to disguise her double chin. After layer upon layer of foundation, the haughty queen of Westwood applied an excess of lip gloss and eyeshadow, before topping it off with some blush to (hopefully) emphasize her cheekbones. For a final touch, she stuffed some tissue in her bra, and then once again spent the next half hour in front of the mirror, capturing every pose and pout with her phone in hand.

Afterwards, Kim combed through all the photos again, picked out the very best one, and was finally satisfied enough to post it on Facebook. Exhausted, she took off her clothes, and flopped on to her bed. Being the most popular girl at school was hard work! Lying sprawled on her back, working her way through another pop tart, Kim drifted slowly off to sleep.

A few hours later, Kim was awoken unceremoniously by the sound of her cell phone vibrating. Groggily opening her eyes, she reached up with one chubby, heavily manicured hand to wipe the drool from her chin. With her other hand, Kim fumbled with her iPhone, squinting to see what the disturbance was. It was a text from Jenna, that read, "ummm kim you might want to check your facebook". Ugh, thought Kim, she probably wants me to like her new status, or something... Brushing crumbs off her chest and belly, Kim flipped open her laptop, and refreshed Facebook. The first thing she saw, however, was not a status update from Jenna, but another post from Melanie, cross-posted from her Instagram. It read:

"Girls, you're not fooling anyone when you suck in your stomach for a picture #Breathe #EveryoneCanTell #LayOffThePopTartsSweetie "

As Kim read the last part, her heart skipped a beat. She stared for a moment, and read it again. 

"Lay off the Pop Tarts sweetie"

She continued to stare, and felt her heart rate slowly beginning to increase.

Melanie wasn't be talking about her... right?

She couldn't be...

How could she know...

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, Kim noticed something on her bed. It was the plate, now empty, that she had been using earlier for the pop tarts.

Her heart beating faster still, she frantically scrolled down the page, back to the picture she had posted only a few hours ago. It was a fairly standard fare; Kim had done the 3/4 turn again, but with the girdle on this time, and had made sure to stick her head forward to hide the double chin. Her cleavage looked incredible in the black dress, and for a moment she could only admire herself. 

But then, she saw it. Behind her in the mirror, sitting on the edge of her bed, was the half eaten plate of pop tarts, clearly visible for the all world to see.

Kim was stunned. Her heart pounding in her chest, she sat there, staring at the screen in disbelief. Her lower lip, thick with gloss, began to tremble, and she felt a single bead of sweat roll down her brow.

Haltingly, she scrolled back up to Melanie's post. 

It had over 40 likes. There were comments too, but Kim couldn't bring herself to read them. 

Ever so slowly, she scrolled back down to her picture. 

4 likes. 

The sweat was pouring down now, causing the layers of carefully applied makeup to smudge, and run down her face. Kim knew she couldn't delete the picture now; that would just make her look even worse. It wouldn't matter anyways, by now everyone would have seen it. She was helpless, with no idea what to do. The prissy blonde gritted her teeth, as pure, white hot anger welled up inside her. Furious, she clenched her fists, and raised her gaze skyward.

"AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Several weeks went by, and Kim continued to gain weight, albeit much more slowly than before. She had managed, with a great deal of difficulty, to cut down somewhat on her eating, particularly the junk food binges. The girdle stayed on whenever she went out in public, and she continued to squeeze herself into the same tiny outfits as before. Although a small part of her had to accept that she had gained weight (stuffing oneself into a girdle every morning will do that), she was still convinced that no one else had noticed, and her stuck-up attitude remained the same. She was as haughty as ever, completely self-absorbed, and vain practically to the point of delusion. As the end of the year neared, along with Prom, Kim was becoming increasingly certain that she would be crowned Queen at the end of it all. Strutting pompously around the school as if she'd already won, she became more and more snobby with each passing day.

Along with this, Kim had Ashley and Jenna back under her complete control. There hadn't been any "incidents" since Kim's facebook pop tart fiasco, and her increasingly domineering behaviour had the poor girls wrapped tightly around her finger once again. Melanie hadn't been causing any problems either of late, that upstart little bitch.

Pleased with the way things were going, Kim took a moment to check her makeup as she approached the double doors to the main hall of Westwood High. Ashley and Jenna, flanking her a couple steps behind, copied their friend, taking a moment to plump up their lips or add a bit of blush. With her eyes still fixated on the makeup mirror, Kim reached down with one hand, and, covertly (she hoped) patted lightly around her waist to make sure everything was still in place. Satisfied, she snapped the mirror shut, and took a deep breath (not too deep!), before flinging open the double doors and stepping into the hall. As usual, it was packed full of students, hustling and bustling around and getting ready for their morning classes. 

Directly in front of Kim was a small, mousy looking girl with messy hair and thick glasses. Kim wrinkled her nose in disgust, before exclaiming loudly, "Get out of my way, loser!" In her four-inch heels, Kim towered over the frightened student, and from her position the shorter girl could hardly see the face behind Kim's heaving bust. However, she knew immediately who it was, and quickly jumped out of the way to avoid any further humiliation.

Kim smiled smugly, inwardly congratulating herself on the dramatic entrance, as Ashley and Jenna snickered loudly behind her. With that, the three of them began their customary strut down the hall. Kim felt all eyes on her, and the crowd parted like the red sea, as jaws dropped, eyes bulged, and the student body looked on with a mixture of jealousy, fear, admiration, and pure sexual attraction.

Above the high heels, Kim had forced herself into the tightest pair of jeans that would still fit her. The dark blue denim was so skintight that it actually constricted her movement, and she was having to try harder than usual to sway her hips and stick out her ass. In the morning, once she had finally got them on, Kim had made a mental note to avoid the transition between sitting and standing as much as possible, as the jeans made the whole process arduous and extremely uncomfortable.

On top she wore a purple button up blouse, unbuttoned to reveal deep cleavage, and over it a black v neck sweater with argyle patterning. The blouse had barely fit over her breasts, and the bottom didn't reach the waistband of her jeans, so she had been forced to wear the sweater on top to cover the gap. It clung to her figure almost as tightly as the jeans, and Kim had made sure to fluff up the edges of the blouse inside the v neck to draw even more attention to her cleavage. 

Her hair was, as always, immaculately done, and it cascaded down her back with a silky golden sheen. She had on matching earrings and bracelets, her namesake necklace, and a shiny, fake purple nail adorning each finger. In addition, Kim was seemingly under the impression that the more makeup she used, the thinner her face looked. As a result, she had absolutely caked it on, in a desperate attempt to hide the bulge of fat emerging under her chin. Her face looked several shades darker than the rest of her body, and slightly orange, and maybe a little thinner from the right angle. Even by her standards, Kim looked far too dolled up for a day at school. But she, of course, thought she looked perfect, and a conceited arrogance emitted from her every pore as she made her way down the hall.

As girls reached the door of their classroom, Kim stopped, and led them through one final makeup check, before striding in through the doorway. The girls sat down in the centre of class, and Kim made sure to ease herself into her seat very, very slowly. She tried to look as natural as possible, but couldn't help grimacing as the waistband of her jeans dug painfully into her flesh.

As always, Ashley and Jenna took the seats on either side of their friend. Kim wasn't in the mood for conversation, and spent the time until class started fiddling with her phone, or primping the edges of her blouse around her cleavage. Ashley and Jenna took note of this, and kept themselves busy. Soon enough, the rest of the students entered, including Melanie and her friends, and the class began.

Half an hour passed uneventfully, and Kim was bored out of her mind, until suddenly there was a soft knock at the door. Everyone's head turned towards the sound, including the teacher's, to see William, one of the students from the prom's organizing committee, standing in the doorway with a sheepish look on his face.

"Sorry to interrupt your class, Mrs. Watson, but we're supposed to go around and give a short announcement about the upcoming prom..."

Mrs. Watson was an old fashioned sort, and grumbled under her breath, but she knew the rules, "Fine, William, you have 5 minutes. And not a second more."

The elderly woman grudgingly took a seat at her desk, as the enthusiastic William took centre stage. He began to blather on about the organization committee, and Kim zoned in and out, but upon hearing the word "queen" she perked up and began to listen attentively.

William went over the selection process, a standard, majority wins vote, and he explained how the finalists would line up on stage before the winner was crowned. Prom queen had always been a big deal at Westwood, and the coronation was done in a large auditorium that seated the entire school. He then went on to say, gesturing to Melanie and Kim, "I believe we even have two of our lovely candidates in the classroom with us right now! Melanie, Kim, why don't you stand up for us!"

All eyes centered on the two girls, and Kim put on her best fake smile, sticking out her chin and chest, but she was hesitant to get out of her seat.

Melanie, on the other hand, jumped up energetically, beaming at the class, and began to perform a cutesy routine of posing and waving. Infuriatingly, the brown haired girl was wearing a cropped belly shirt, proudly showing off her tanned, lean stomach for everyone to see. If there was one thing that Kim missed from before her gain, it was being able to display her midsection.

Jealousy aside, Kim was irritated that Melanie was stealing the spotlight, and knew she had to try and match her rival. Wary of the tightness of her jeans, Kim stood up carefully, using both hands for support, and began to mimic Melanie, posing and preening in true Prom Queen fashion. Then suddenly, from the back of the class, an exaggerated clearing of the throat was heard, before a voice called out, "Cough! Cakeface! Ahem!", and several people started snickering.

"WHO SAID THAT?!" hissed Kim, bristling with anger as she whipped around. Her eyes narrowed, and she glared around the room, searching for the perpetrator. She looked intently over the faces of her classmates, but, much to her dismay, Kim soon realized that that there were far too many giggling and laughing faces to single anyone out. Furious, she continued to glare, but they continued to giggle. How dare they laugh at her! 

Seething, Kim turned around once more, only to see that she was the only one still standing. Melanie had since sat back down, and Mrs. Watson was motioning for William to wrap it up. Upon realizing this, Kim's anger began to turn to embarrassment. Several students were still snickering, but most had turned their attention away from her, and she felt her cheeks begin to go hot under the heavy makeup.

Suddenly, she no longer wanted any kind of attention and, without thinking, sat down rather quickly. As her ass landed forcefully on the seat, there was a faint *POP*, and Kim felt a slight lessening in the tension around her waist. Her eyes widened, as her hands flew instinctively to her girdle, checking that everything was still in place. 

Thankfully, it felt fine, and Kim glanced around to make sure no one was watching, before she looked down to survey the damage. It seemed her girdle had held, but the button on her jeans had not. It had popped off, and was sitting in her lap, as her fly began to slowly inch itself downwards. Trying not to panic, she grabbed the button and slipped it into her purse, before covering her crotch with her free hand. Kim looked up again, checking to see if anyone had noticed, but it seemed they were all focused on Mrs. Watson, even Ashley and Jenna. Kim sat there for a moment, thanking her lucky stars, as her mind raced thinking about what to do. 

She needed to cover her broken fly with something, and make an exit as soon as possible. Imagine if anyone saw! Kim, the supposed "cakeface", had just burst her pants! It was too much for one day. She knew she couldn't use her own sweater, because without it the girdle would become visible, and simply holding her purse in front of her waist was much too risky. Glancing around, Kim saw that Ashley was wearing a thick zip up hoodie. Perfect! She tapped her friend on the shoulder and whispered, "Ashley, give me your sweater!"

"What?" replied Ashley, in equally hushed tones, "Why?"

"Just give it to me!" hissed Kim, frustrated by her friend's noncompliance.

"But I'll be cold," Ashley whispered back, turning towards Kim, "I..." She was about to continue, but then she noticed Kim fidgeting with something in her lap. She looked down, and saw that Kim was desperately trying to pull her sweater down over what looked like an open fly. Ashley knew immediately what had happened, and found it hilarious, but she decided to feign ignorance.

"Kim!" she whispered with mock concern, "What ever happened?"

Kim, still trying to cover her crotch, shifted uncomfortable in her seat before replying, "M-my jeans... when I sat down... the button came off..."

Ashley found it even funnier seeing Kim explain the situation, and could hardly contain herself, having to cover her mouth to suppress her laughter. She pulled out her phone, and quickly texted Jenna, telling her what had happened. Kim watched with horror as Jenna, sitting on the opposite side of her, read the text, and, with a look at Ashley, then at Kim, began to giggle uncontrollably. Looking at her two friends, Kim was furious once more. How dare they! Forgetting herself, she exclaimed angrily, and a little too loudly, "This ISN'T funny!"

Immediately, the class went dead silent, and all eyes turned towards the three girls. Mrs. Watson, fed up with the interruptions, gave them the dirtiest of looks and said, "Is there a problem, ladies?" 

Ashley and Jenna suddenly became very serious, and Kim, wary of the unwanted attention, became flustered once again. More snickering came from the back of the class, and Kim took a nervous glance around, noticing Melanie smirking and whispering with her friends. No doubt they were whispering about her. Trying to ignore it, Kim managed to reply, "N-no Mrs. Watson, everything's fine..."

"Alright then. Back to the lesson!"

For the next few minutes, the girls didn't make a sound. Ashley and Jenna pretended to pay attention, while Kim sat with perfect posture, staring straight ahead, with her jaw clenched, pouty lips pursed, and both hands glued to her lap. She was terrified that someone would find out what had happened, and dared not draw any more attention to herself, lest the burst jeans, or, God forbid, the girdle, be exposed. Kim was too frightened to notice, but Ashley and Jenna were thoroughly enjoying seeing her squirm in such a tight spot. They continued to exchange texts, joking about the incident, and then finally, after what felt like hours to Kim, Ashley leaned over slightly and whispered, "You can have my sweater at the end of class."

On some level, Kim realized that they were waiting until the end of class to give her the sweater on purpose, because they took pleasure in her embarrassment, but she was simply too scared of being found out to care. She nodded tersely, without looking at Ashley, and continued to stare directly ahead. For the rest of the class, Kim sat petrified, counting down the minutes, while Ashley and Jenna continued to enjoy themselves.

Finally, the bell rung, and Kim turned to Ashley with a desperate look in her eyes. Ashley sighed, and gave Kim the sweater, and the blonde hastily tied it around her waist. Without saying a word, the girls exited the classroom together and went out into the hall. They stood in a circle, and as Kim was about to speak, Britney, one of Melanie's friends, approached them out of nowhere and said, "Hey girls, that looked pretty awkward in there, what happened?"

Before Kim or Ashley could respond, Jenna, who was texting intently on her phone, replied absentmindedly, without looking up, "Oh, Kim burst the button off the front of her jeans..."

Upon realizing what she'd just said, Jenna's eyes grew wide and she clapped a hand over her mouth. Kim's jaw simply dropped, as did Ashley's, as they gaped at their friend. Britney looked almost as surprised, and, with a delighted smirk on her face, pranced off to share the news with Melanie and co. Kim, lost for words, could only stare at Jenna, her mouth hanging wide open in disbelief. The slow-witted girl stared back, pondering the gravity of her mistake, as she tried to find the words to express how sorry she was.

"Kim, I-..."

But Kim was having none of it, and, without making a sound, spun on her heel and stormed away. Jenna tried to follow her, but was held back by Ashley, who knew that any apology would be futile until Kim had calmed down.

Several period went by, and Kim did not return. She wasn't responding to texts or calls, and Jenna felt terrible. She was desperate to make an apology, and Ashley agreed it would be a good idea. As soon as the bell rang for lunch, the two girls set off walking to Kim's house, determined to find their friend and make things right.

Kim raised the donut to her mouth, and then paused for a moment, as guilty thoughts passed through her head.

She knew she shouldn't be eating these... 

Seconds later, all was forgotten, and she felt only pure, self-indulgent satisfaction as she bit into the sugary treat. Kim sighed to herself, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she chewed slowly, savouring the taste. Oh God that tasted good...

Having made her way home in a huff, Kim was now sprawled on the living room couch, with the fresh box of donuts balanced on her belly. She had removed the painfully tight jeans, along with the girdle, and all that remained of the day's outfit was her thong, blouse, and sweater. In a hurry to get to the donuts, she hadn't bothered to take the tops off, and had just rolled them up under her breasts to let her belly hang free. Reaching down, Kim gently massaged the red indented line the jeans had left around her waist. They had been so tight... 

Biting into her second donut, Kim felt a blob of jelly squeeze out and fall onto her chest. She ignored it, switched on the TV, and continued to eat. There was a time when the snobby blonde would have been disgusted with herself for behaving like this, but those days were long gone. Now, Kim lived a double life. At school, she was the perfect little miss priss, strutting around like a spoiled princess, squeezed into sexy little outfits with her nose in the air. But at home, she dropped the facade, and Kim was a complete glutton, lounging around in her underwear, eating messily, burping and farting at will, and stuffing herself silly. Of course, she knew how important it was to keep up appearances, but, she thought, why bother putting any effort in when no one was going to see her?

---

"Maybe we should, like, text her first..." said Ashley hesitantly.

"She hasn't been responding to my texts!" replied Jenna, reaching for the door handle, "I tried to call her too!"

"Well maybe we should knock?" said Ashley, "I mean, I know we never knock, but..."

"Forget it!" exclaimed Jenna, opening the door, "I need to apologize!"

Jenna was still upset over what had happened earlier, and was firmly set on setting things right with Kim. Seeing this, Ashley had no choice but to follow as her friend walked through the front door to Kim's house. Once inside, the girls followed the sound of the TV, and headed towards the living room.

---

Gorging herself on the couch, Kim was in a state of pure bliss. The day's problems were long forgotten, she was relaxed and comfortable, and it just so happened that her favourite show, Keeping Up With the Kardashians, was on TV. She sighed with pleasure, finishing off another donut, and then burped loudly with one hand on her belly. She had long since lost count of how many she'd eaten, but it didn't matter. She would be Prom Queen soon.

Managing to tear her gaze away from the TV, Kim looked down to see that only one donut remained. With her thumb and finger, she daintily plucked it out of the box, and with the other hand lazily knocked the empty box off her swollen belly and onto the floor. Crumbs spilled out, making a mess. Whatever, she thought, the maids will clean it up. As she raised the donut to her heavily glossed lips, ready to take a bite, Kim noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She looked up, turning her head, and then froze with shock when she saw Ashley and Jenna standing in the living room doorway.

Momentarily stunned, Kim's eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and the donut fell from her chubby fingers onto the floor. She blinked, speechless, and then after a few seconds the reality of the situation finally hit her.

"Girls!" she squealed in horror, jumping up, "What are you doing here?!"

Panicking, she grabbed at the nearest object, holding it in front of her protruding belly. Unfortunately, what she had grabbed was a small sofa cushion, and Kim looked utterly ridiculous using it to try and hide the mass of excess wobbling flesh around her midsection. Looking down, she realized this, and frantically began trying to pull her blouse and sweater back down over her gut. But without the girdle to hold everything in, it was completely hopeless. She flexed her stomach muscles, trying desperately to suck in, and her belly retracted slightly. But after only a few seconds, Kim's abs gave out, and her bloated stomach slumped back out to its full size. She looked helplessly around the room, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but Kim was out of ideas. Slowly, the vain queen of Westwood High turned back to her two friends, becoming increasingly red-faced as she stumbled over her words. 

"Girls, I-... Ah-... It's..."

For Ashley and Jenna, it was like Halloween night all over again, except this time Kim wasn't blackout drunk, and she was perfectly aware of what was going on. They had been standing in the doorway for quite some time, unnoticed by their friend, watching her and wondering how to approach the situation. Despite having seen it all before, they were still a little taken aback at the sight of Kim's gluttony. How often did she do this? The snobby blonde was half naked, lounging on the couch with her gut hanging out, and they had just witnessed her polishing off the last of an entire box of donuts. Although it was funny to see her scrambling to try and cover it up, Ashley knew the right thing to do. 

"Kim," she said suddenly, "It's okay. We know."

"Y-y-you do?

---

And so, Ashley and Jenna explained to Kim exactly what had happened that Halloween night when she blacked out, leaving out some of the more embarrassing details. Afterwards, Jenna apologized for the incident earlier that day. Kim was only half listening, because all the while her mind was churning. If Ashley and Jenna knew her secret... but no one else did... then her reputation at school could remain intact. As long as nobody else found out, she could still be crowned Prom Queen, and finally be recognized as the hottest, most popular girl in school. Kim inwardly congratulated herself on her brilliance, and then promptly interrupted Jenna mid-sentence.

"Girls, you didn't, like, tell anyone, did you?"

"Of course not Kim, we-"

"You know I still have to be Prom Queen, right?" said Kim, her confidence slowly returning.

Ashley and Jenna looked at each another, and then looked at Kim. The blonde still wasn't wearing any bottoms, and above her bare feet her thick, tanned legs looked like tree trunks reaching up to her hips. The black sweater and pink blouse were rolled up below her breasts, allowing Kim's bloated belly to bulge out over a foot in front of her, smeared with jelly and other remnants of her binge. Her cleavage, despite the crumbs stuck to her chest, looked fantastic. Kim still had her jewelry on, and her face was stunningly gorgeous, with her hair and makeup immaculate. However, her pouty lips were surrounded by a smudged ring of chocolate icing, and it was impossible not to notice the roll of fat beneath her chin. At the moment, she certainly didn't look like a Prom Queen.

Noticing her two friends looking her over, Kim suddenly felt exposed once again. Irritated, she snatched a blanket from the couch and used it to cover her body. Turning back to Ashley and Jenna, her eyes narrowed. "I said, you know I still have to be Prom Queen, right?"

Ashley and Jenna took a moment before responding, a moment too long for Kim's liking.

"GIRLS!!"

"Oh! Of course, Kim" came the reply.

"Alright then!" Kim said haughtily, her mouth still covered in chocolate. "I've decided to, like, take the rest of the day off from school. I'm, uh, not feeling well. You two can go now, and I'll see you tomorrow."

As Kim shifted her weight, a sudden grumbling noise came from underneath the blanket. Evidently, the donuts had not been enough to satisfy her appetite. Ashley suppressed a smirk, and Jenna let out a slight giggle. Kim glared at them, reddening once again, and pointed to the door. 

"Didn't you hear me?" she snapped, "I said get out!"

The girls complied, and Kim ushered them down the hall. About half way, Ashley just couldn't resist, and turned back to Kim one last time.

"Kim," she said, "One more thing..."

"What is it?" snapped Kim, still bristling with anger.

"You've, uh," said Ashley, gesturing to her mouth, "You've got some..."

Jenna squeaked with laughter, then clapped a hand over her mouth.

"What?" hissed Kim, turning to look in the hallway mirror, "What are you talking-"

Jenna let out another giggle, and then her and Ashley fled down the hall, unable to contain their mirth.

Looking in the mirror, Kim's eyes widened when she saw the clear evidence of her gluttony smudged across her face. Her arm shot out, pointing to the door with one trembling finger, as she stomped her foot with anger.

"AAUUUGH!" she screeched, as flecks of spit flew onto the mirror, "GET OUT!"

But Ashley and Jenna, having rightly feared Kim's rage, were long gone, and all that remained was the sound of their laughter echoing back through the house.

Despite her rampant denial, Kim knew on some level that she needed to lose weight. There was no way she could measure up on stage next to Melanie and the other prom contestants who, she knew, often spent hours in the gym working on their figures. Kim had certain natural advantages over these girls, and she had lorded it over them for years, but her indulgent habits were slowly getting the better of her and her weight gain was getting out of control. It was becoming difficult to struggle into her girdle every morning, and sometimes took as long as half an hour to fully fasten the thing around her bulging, gluttonous middle.

In fact, it was only thanks to the girdle's almost magical effectiveness and the prominence of her chest and bum that allowed the stuck up queen of Westwood High to maintain something resembling an hourglass shape. Kim's industrial strength "control shapewear" and her naturally endowed assets worked in combination with her extensive beauty routine, which kept her hair and skin looking absolutely flawless at all times, so she stayed among the most attractive girls at school.

Nevertheless, Kim recognized the need to do at least something about the mass of wobbling flesh that now made up her midsection. It's not like she was fat or anything... she just needed to lose a few pounds and the girdle would take care of the rest. To make matters worse for the snobby blonde, she had eaten an entire large barbecue pizza for dinner the night before... for the second time that week. In fact, it was a wonder Kim was able to keep any semblance of a figure at all with the amount she'd been eating. If there was any hope of competing with that upstart Melanie and those other wannabes, something had to be done.

Today is Saturday and, free from the obligation of carefully cultivating her appearance for a day at school, Kim finds herself with several hours to spare in the morning. Feeling the full effects of the last night's pizza binge, she reluctantly makes up her mind to actually try... exercising. Her parents, wealthy as they are, keep a gym in the basement of the house complete with weights, cardio machines, and a large widescreen TV. It was a place Kim had frequented during her days as a soccer player, but her workouts had gradually lessened as she became preoccupied with retaining her top spot in the social hierarchy at Westwood High. Her obsession with becoming prom queen overtook everything else, and now she only cares about what will help her win: fashion, makeup, gossip, social media, and above all, her physical appearance.

Today, having resigned herself to something she hasn't done in years, Kim descends the stairs down into the lower level of her house and flicks on the lights of the gym. Despite being in private, she still felt the need to dress appropriately, and is wearing a black lycra sports bra with matching high waisted leggings. With the prissy blonde's old workout clothes no longer fitting, Kim had ordered these online (under a fake name) to avoid the embarrassment of publicly buying something several sizes larger than her "real" size. The sports bra squeezes her voluptuous breasts together, doing its best to hold them in place. Tight as it is, the skintight material still can't stop Kim's chest retaining its trademark jiggle as she makes her way over to the treadmill.

When ordering the outfit, Kim felt fortunate that high-waisted fitness pants are in style, as the waistband of her leggings stretches up and over her corpulent gut, covering and at least somewhat constraining the mass of bulging flesh. She can feel the flab around her waist being pressed inwards by the compression material, which is pulled all the way up over her belly button. On her feet Kim is sporting pair of bright, stylish running shoes - the newest and most expensive Nike had available.

The gorgeous, stuck up girl steps on to the treadmill and starts at a slow walking pace, trying to remember how far and fast she used to run when she played soccer. She thinks for a moment - Ah, 9.5 for 30 minutes, that was it. And maybe she would do some weights after, too. No harm in toning up her ass a little to look absolutely perfect on stage.

Kim had always got bored during her workouts, so she switches on the TV for some entertainment. Reaching down with a chubby finger, she presses and holds the + button on the treadmill, and the digital number starts to increase - 2.7 - 3.5 - 4.9 - 6.1 - 8.3 - 9.5 - she lets go. Kim looks up at the TV - it's a commercial playing - boring! Slowly she feels the movement of the treadmill under her as it begins to catch up to her selection. Her legs start to move in rhythm to match the pace, and she feels her breasts jiggling up and down with each step. She gets her arms in motion too - this isn't so bad! Working off 10, 15, 20 lbs should be easy. Around her waistline, Kim feels her belly start to move, still constrained by the tight black lycra of her leggings.

The pace continues to increase, along with the effort required to keep up and the heaviness of Kim's breathing. The vain blonde's brow furrows - she didn't remember it being this fast! Kim's chunky thighs rub together as her legs pump to keep running, her breasts now bouncing with every step. Her tanned belly - a full, round, sagging gut - begins to bounce in step as well. Beads of sweat appear on Kim's brow as she forcefully sucks in air. Phew! This is hard work! She looks down at the treadmill - surely it's at the 9.5 speed now?

No - it's still getting faster! Kim works her legs furiously as her feet pound and shake the treadmill base, gasping for breath with her mouth wide open. Reaching up with a chubby forearm to wipe sweat from her forehead, she notices with dismay that the waistband of her pants is starting to slide down the bouncing mass of her belly, which has become wet and slippery with sweat.

The speed of the treadmill reaches its zenith at 9.5. Her face turning red, Kim reaches down to pull the waistband of her pants back up over her wobbling gut, as her thick legs pump harder and harder to keep up. The sweat is pouring down now, but Kim can't muster the energy to reach for a towel, as all her effort is required to just keep running. It must have been at least 10 minutes by now?? Panting for air, Kim feels a burning sensation in her lungs and grits her teeth. She will be prom queen, at any cost!

As her feet hammer on the treadmill base, Kim feels her belly bouncing wildly with each step. Soaked in slippery sweat, her sack-like gut pushes down the waistband of the compression leggings once again, revealing her navel. Lacking the willpower or coordination to pull them up again, Kim can only let out a grunt of frustration. Ugghhh! Come on!

The stuck up blonde's legs have never felt more tired as she continues doggedly, almost stumbling with her next step. A few more seconds and the globular mass of tanned, bouncing flesh around Kim's middle completely escapes the constraints of her skin-tight lycra leggings. With a gasp she turns to look in the mirror, watching with dismay as her enormous gut bounces violently up and down with every stride. Aughhh! How disgusting! How did it come to this?! Frustration surging through her body and the weight of her belly throwing her off balance, Kim loses her footing for a moment and trips - only to catch herself in the nick of time and just remain upright on the rapidly moving treadmill.

Lungs on fire, the would-be prom queen's face burns red with her entire body soaked with sweat. Barely even able to gasp for air, she can't take it much longer - Ugh! No more! Kim slams her hand down on the red STOP! button, slows her pace, and simply lets the momentum carry her backwards before sliding off into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Panting desperately, Kim sprawls spread-eagle on her back, limbs stretched out in all directions. Rivers of sweat roll down her exposed belly, which, freed from its constraints, is sticking at a least a foot up in the air. As the panting gradually slows down, her senses tune back in to the sound of the TV, which is... still on commercial? With considerable effort, Kim lifts her head to look at the clock on the wall. It takes a minute to register what the numbers mean, before the normally haughty blonde is hit with stunned disbelief. Not even two minutes have passed. She didn't make it through a single commercial break.

Kim's face turns redder, now with embarrassment. Wheezing, her heart pounds as she tries to catch her breath. Kim is exhausted, and she can't believe it. Lying flat on her back, she feels the heaviness of her gut - a heaving mass of excess blubber - weighing down on what was once a slim, trim waistline. Sweat rolls off her drenched body, collecting in puddles on the floor. Not even a single commercial break and she's a complete mess. This is abject humiliation. Kim grabs a thick handful of belly flab with each hand, staring up at the ceiling in despair. Ugghhhh! Why did losing weight have to be so hard?!

Kim's arms trembled as she gritted her teeth, looking up at the clock on the wall. 14... 13... The blonde's face was red and her cheeks puffed in and out as she panted for air. It's 6:08 AM, and the stuck up queen of Westwood High is struggling to hold a plank position as the "Killer Bodyweight Fat-Burning Workout" she found on Youtube plays on the large home gym TV.

"Come on, almost there!" came the annoyingly upbeat voice from the TV, "Keep that back straight and squeeze that core nice and tight! Remember, the longer you hold, the more calories you burn!"

"Urgh!" Kim let out an involuntary grunt, as her arms trembled even more. Trying desperately to keep them straight, the prissy blonde could feel her lower back slowly sinking towards the floor. Kim's corpulent belly, hanging out of the tight, bright green workout top she'd forced herself into, sagged down so low it almost touched the mat beneath her.

"Remember to keep breathing!" called the voice from the TV. Like she needed a reminder! Kim inhaled and exhaled furiously through ballooning cheeks, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. Her whole body shook as she struggled to hold the plank for just a few more seconds... but her muscles simply couldn't take it and gave out as she collapsed to the floor.

"Ugghhhhhh!" moaned Kim softly, too out of breath to make a louder sound. She turned her head to look up at the clock.  That was... 20 seconds? It must have been at least 30 seconds, right? Groaning again, the formerly fit bombshell tried to forget how, in her more active days, she'd easily been able to hold a plank for three times that length.

Reaching beside her with a chubby hand, Kim found the TV remote, and with one last frustrated grunt switched the thing off. Tossing the remote to one side, she picked up her phone, and took a moment to admire her reflection in the blank screen. Kim then switched it on and started scrolling lazily through Instagram, still laying flat on her stomach in the basement gym of her house.

---

Later that day, sitting as usual on Kim's right in the lunchroom cafeteria, Ashley glanced sideways at the conceited, impossibly-primped up girl beside her. Kim looked absolutely gorgeous today, wearing a skintight blue knit sweater dress and shiny, wide black leather belt fastened firmly around her waist. The outfit accentuated Kim's voluptuous, engirdled figure, and her breasts were pushed up in the neckline of the dress to create round, eye-catching cleavage.

The tightly knitted hem of Kim's dress stretched only a little past the bottom of her ass so several inches of smooth, tanned upper thigh were visible before her footwear came into view. Kim wore a pair of shiny, thigh-high leather boots, carefully chosen to match her belt. Her long, polished nails were painted a lighter shade of blue, and she had on her namesake K-I-M necklace along with several bracelets and rings. Of course, the snobby blonde's hair and makeup were immaculate.

But Ashley had known Kim for years, and it wasn't her friend's jewelry or outfit choice she was looking at. What Ashley couldn't help but sneak glances at was Kim's waist - perfectly flat and smooth along the sides, and almost curving inwards along the front, as if there wasn't a single ounce of flab to pinch anywhere.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kim caught her friend staring.

"What are you looking at?!" she snapped, glaring at Ashley.

"Oh, um, nothing Kim.." said Ashley sheepishly, turning her gaze downward.

"Hm!" Kim said haughtily, as she turned back to the lunchroom in front of them, "That's what I thought!"

A few minutes passed and Ashley pretended to look at her phone, before stealing another sideways glance at Kim's waist. How tight could that thing be?? Ashley was one of only two people to have seen Kim's midsection without the girdle, and she could hardly believe all that thick, beefy flab was contained so effectively. It must be a hell of a lot of force to squeeze all that in so tightly... and how uncomfortable! No wonder Kim was in such a bad mood!

And Kim was in a bad mood, but only in part due to the constricting undergarment strapped tightly around her middle. Having woken up early that morning to work out, she was behind on a few hours of her usual beauty sleep, and was feeling the full effects. Combined with frustration at her workout performance, as well as having skipped breakfast as part of a new "detox diet", all this together meant that Kim was tired, hungry, and incredibly bitchy - even by her usual standards.

The girls sat at their regular table, a location strategically chosen by Kim so she could keep an eye on everything that happened during lunch hour, and easily become the centre of attention if she chose. As Kim was always the one who led the girls to get their trays and lunch, Ashley and Jenna sat patiently, but Kim hadn't budged. She seemed particularly intent on finding something in the lunchroom, but it wasn't clear what.

Suddenly the girls heard a gurgling, growling sound coming directly from Kim's stomach. Ashley nor Jenna fought to hide their smiles, neither looked up from their phone. Kim stared straight ahead, her face reddening almost imperceptibly under the thick coats of makeup.

"I'm going to the washroom," she said, straight faced, before standing up and slinging her purse over her shoulder. Ashley and Jenna exchanged a look and, once they were sure Kim was out of earshot, started giggling.

Kim made it to the washroom with, thankfully, no more stomach rumbling along the way. She entered a cubicle and quickly closed and locked the door. Reaching a hand into her purse, Kim fished around feeling her makeup, phone, and accessories until... ah, there it was. She pulled out a king size Snickers candy bar, hurriedly unwrapped it and took a large bite. Kim's eyes closed as she savoured the sweet, soft candy. Ohhh that tasted good... Devouring the rest of the bar in a matter of seconds, the blonde took a moment to compose herself. She checked her reflection in her portable vanity mirror, looking for signs of the secret snack. Pursing her lips, Kim blew herself a kiss. All clear.

Making it back to the table after her brief indulgence, Kim felt a renewed sense of confidence and authority. "Come on girls," she said commandingly, "Let's get lunch!" Ashley and Jenna followed Kim's haughty strut through the cafeteria to the lunch counter, where they picked up their trays and ordered food. Kim, as always, had a salad, but curiously ordered along with it a tall glass of cranberry juice. Ashley and Jenna chose their normal fare, and Kim began to lead them back to their table.

The stuck up blonde's bad mood hadn't subsided, however, and she wasn't feeling satisfied with simply rebuffing Ashley or Jenna's attempts to be nice that day. So as she walked, Kim's eyes scanned the room, looking for a target.

Ah, perfect.

Kim stopped in front of a table with four younger, somewhat dishevelled and nerdy looking girls sitting eating lunch. Among them was Shelby, a portly girl with thick glasses.

"It's Shelly, right?" said Kim in a fake-nice voice, looking at Shelby.

Shelby stared up at the blonde towering over her, never having spoken to Kim before in her life. "It's Sh-sh-shelby," she squeaked nervously.

"Shelby," said Kim, her voice sickly sweet, "Prom is coming up, you know that right? Do you have a date yet..?"

Ashley and Jenna weren't exactly sure what Kim was playing at, but the fake, mocking tone made them glad they weren't in Shelby's place. Because Kim attracted attention wherever she went, a small crowd had now gathered around the girls to see what was happening.

Just as Shelby was about to speak, Kim assumed a shocked expression.

"Oh, woops!" she exclaimed with exaggerated surprise, jerking her hand to half-spill, half-throw the glass of juice, splashing red liquid all over Shelby and soaking the poor girl's top. Several members of the crowd gasped - this was getting interesting!

"Oh my gosh," said Kim loudly, raising her voice to attract more attention, "I should be more careful... I almost broke a nail!"

The crowd tittered with laughter, as more people gathered to watch the scene.

"Shelby, I think I know why you don't have a date for Prom..." She fixed her gaze on the portly girl's potbelly. "You eat too much!"

Laughter erupted from the crowd - the students at Westwood loved a spectacle. Shelby looked mortified.

"Here, look at this," said Kim, daintily plucking a donut from Shelby's tray with her manicured fingers. Having now attracted the audience she wanted, Kim was playing it up for attention. She held the donut up in the air for everyone to see.

"This is piggy food!"

Kim dropped the donut to the floor to the floor and the crowd roared. Smiling smugly, the conceited blonde congratulated herself on her performance so far. Standing on either side of their friend, Ashley and Jenna looked at one another. Kim had always been mean, but they'd never seen her act like such a hypocrite! It was less than a week ago they'd seen Kim finishing off an entire box of nearly identical donuts!

"Come on piggy," Kim called mockingly, "pick it up!"

Shelby, close to tears, shuffled forward in her seat and began to lean towards the floor. The room was completely silent.

"Wait," said Kim, a cruel sneer forming on her face, "Pick it up with your mouth."

The crowd gasped, and Ashley and Jenna shared a nervous look. Was this really necessary?

"Come ooooon, piggy," taunted Kim, "We're waiting..."

Shelby, her chin quivering, slowly descended from her seat to get closer to the floor. "That's it..." said Kim, savouring each moment and looking down at her victim with pride and scorn.

Suddenly, a clear, confident voice rang out from behind the girls.

"That's enough, Kim."

Kim's eyes narrowed, and she spun around to see Melanie standing directly in front of her. The brunette had her hands on her hips as she gazed calmly at Kim, flanked by her two friends Britney and Stacy. Kim's eyes bulged with anger. How dare she! The crowd ooed and awed - this was completely unexpected!

"What's the matter Melanie," Kim cooed, trying to keep her cool, "Shelby and I were just having a little fun..."

"Fun for you, maybe," said Melanie. She looked down at Shelby, "Come on, get back in your seat."

Shelby, whimpering quietly from embarrassment, slowly dragged herself upright and back to her chair.

Kim squared up to Melanie, furious at the interruption. She put one hand on her hip and tossed her hair.

"Oh come on, Melanie. You don't honestly think you'll be crowned Prom Queen standing up for this loser do you?"

"I don't care, Kim," Melanie said firmly, "You've had your fun. That's enough."

Kim glared at her rival, totally unused to anyone standing up to her. The absolute nerve of this girl! Kim's bust heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, trying to decide her next move. Melanie stared coolly back at her as the audience watched with baited breath.

Then, behind Melanie on the other side of the cafeteria, Kim noticed something in the distance. Two teachers were talking and pointing to the crowd - they were coming over. Kim had always played goody-goody with teachers, keeping her grades high enough so that, combined with nerds doing her homework, she hardly ever had to do any work. With graduation coming up, Kim didn't want that changing anytime soon.

"Fine," said Kim, trying to sound like she hadn't lost face, "It's not like I even care about this anyway!"

Melanie smirked, knowing she had won. Kim clenched her fists, nostrils flaring, and then stormed past Melanie out of the cafeteria, followed closely by Ashley and Jenna hurrying behind.

---

The rest of Kim's afternoon passed as a hungry, irritable slog. She had come out of the lunchtime spectacle looking worse, and she knew it. And it was all that bitch Melanie's fault! "That's enough, Kim." How dare Melanie speak to her like that! And in front of everyone too! Aughh! No one spoke to Kim that way!! She stewed like this through all her classes, ignoring everything around her, including Ashley and Jenna. When the final bell rang, Kim left immediately without saying a word to her two friends. She walked quickly home, fuming all the way as her stomach grumbled and gurgled infuriatingly with almost every step.

Upon arriving home, Kim barely had time to strip off her boots, dress and girdle before she attacked the kitchen with a ravenous fury, gorging on chips, candy, and anything she could get her hands on. She shoved popcorn into her mouth by the handful. She gulped down an ice cream sandwich, then another. She ate peanut butter straight from the jar, greedily swallowing spoonful after spoonful. She stuffed a cookie in her mouth, followed by the whole row, and then the whole box. She chugged soda straight from the two litre bottle. And after all that, the bloated, near-insatiable blonde managed - somehow - to devour half a large pizza left over from the night before.

By the end of it, several hours had passed and Kim was so stuffed she literally couldn't move. She lay on the sofa, letting out the occasional moan, her belly stretched to its absolute limits. Kim's gut was so distended that it occupied the entire lower half of her field of vision, her body smeared with the excesses of her gluttony. Debris from the binge surrounded her: candy wrappers, bags of chips, popcorn, pretzels, a pizza box, a half empty peanut butter jar laying on its side, and packages of various kinds were scattered around her body and the living room. But Kim hardly noticed, lying in a dazed food coma and gazing at the trashy reality shows playing on the TV in front of her until she fell asleep.

The day had finally arrived. Ashley and Jenna were over at Kim's house, helping the eager Prom Queen hopeful prepare for the big event. It was Friday and prom was that evening, and the event was such a big occasion at Westwood that the students were customarily given the day off. Kim, of course, had filled the entire day with an elaborate schedule to primp and prepare herself for the event. She had been to the tanning salon the day before, and had enlisted the help of her two lackeys who were, at the moment, sitting bored on Kim's bed and playing with their phones. They had just finished painting Kim's nails, and the blonde now lay back in a recliner, clad in only a pristine white towel with an identical, smaller towel wrapped around her hair. Kim's face was covered with a green exfoliating mask, along with two thin slices of cucumber she had had Ashley and Jenna delicately place over each eye.

"Get me, like, my phone?" said Kim, extending her arm expectantly with an open hand.

Jenna picked up the iPhone on the table and handed it to Kim. Carefully lifting a cucumber slice from one eye, Kim peeked down at Instagram, scrolling through the photos. Nothing from Melanie so far... that was good.

"Maybe she's realized what's best for her and already given up," snorted Kim, gesturing for Jenna to take the phone back. "Now, fifteen more minutes of this and we move on to my hair. Are you girls ready?"

"Yes, Kim," they chorused in unison.

"Good," said the blonde smugly, settling back into her chair.

Ashley and Jenna went downstairs for a snack, chatting and gossiping about the upcoming event. It wasn't long before they heard Kim's voice again.

"Girls," she called, "Time for my hair and makeup!"

Returning to the bedroom upstairs, the two girls saw that Kim had disposed of the green facemask and was now unwrapping the towel from her head. As she stood up, Ashley and Jenna were witness to the full sight of Kim clad in only a towel. Her huge mammaries hung down, and it became glaringly obvious how large they'd become without the help of her usual extra-strength push-up bra. Then there was Kim's midsection - her bulbous, sagging belly contoured by the white towel and framed by love handles chubbing over the sides of her waist. And Kim's legs, which had always been long and slender, now looked thick and - maybe it was just the angle? - even a little chunky.

"Come on!" she called to them, "My hair and makeup need to be done by three, you know that!"

Kim plopped herself down at her oversized makeup vanity table, as Ashley and Jenna diligently took up their positions on either side of her. Kim owned enough makeup for five glamor models, and the table was straight out of a Hollywood dressing room, with little round lightbulbs and an enormous mirror. It was Kim's hair first - treated, straightened, ironed, and then rolled into elaborate curls and piled high on Kim's head. It took almost two hours to get the her hair looking exactly the way Kim wanted, and in its final form the extravagant hairdo was perfectly coiffed to look stunning and still receive a crown.

The makeup took even longer, with Kim insisting on meticulous detail with every brush stroke. The girls applied layers of foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, and long, thick fake eyelashes until Kim was finally satisfied. Sufficiently dolled up, the vain beauty began pouting and preening in the mirror.

"My dress is in the closet," she said, waving her hand dismissively towards the side of the room.

Ashley and Jenna made their way into the expensive mess that was Kim's walk-in closet, and the blonde picked up her phone and tapped Instagram. It was time to take a selfie. Kim pursed her lips and thrust her head forward, turning to the side to hide her double chin. *Click!* The photo turned out perfectly, and she inwardly congratulated herself, before posting it to Instagram with the caption Ready for the crown! #WestwoodPromNight

Deep in Kim's closet, Ashley and Jenna found the dress hanging in the back and reemerged just in time to see the would-be Prom Queen about to call out for them.

"Gir-! Ah, there you are," said Kim in her prissy tone, "What, like, took you so long? Here, give me the dress!"

Ashley handed the dress to Kim, wondering how the hell Kim expected to fit into the thing. She had chosen a stunning gold number, embroidered with bright stones and shining sequins, but sized for a body much, much slimmer than the growing bulk on the chair. Ashley and Jenna hadn't seen what went on in the dressing room at the store but they knew Kim would need, at the very least, a little "assistance" to get the dress on. Kim, as if reading their minds, stood up with the dress and vanished into her private ensuite bathroom, closing and locking the door.

Minutes of silence passed, then Ashley and Jenna began to hear heavy breathing, punctuated by pants and gasps. A few muffled grunts sounded - clearly a struggle was going on in there. Suddenly the girls heard a slip and a small crash.

"Kim," Ashley called innocently, "Is everything alright in there?"

"Hhhhrrnnnnggggggggg!!"

The final grunt was followed by a long, defeated sigh.

"Nnngaaahhhhhhhhhhh..."

Moments later the door unlocked and Kim emerged, red faced and breathing heavily. Having put on her sexiest lace black underwear with deep, rounded cleavage popping up to her chin, she looked like every man's fantasy - at least from the chest up. As the eyes reached Kim's midsection, it was impossible not to notice the shiny, white cinching contraption partially fastened around her waist. The gorgeous blonde's gut sagged out in front of her and the girdle, barely hanging on, looked laughably ineffective in its attempts to contain her bulging midsection. Kim stood with her hands on her hips, chewing one lip, an exasperated look on her face. 

"I... I need a little help getting this on," she muttered under her breath, as Ashley and Jenna stifled giggles.

Kim waddled to the center of the room, raising her arms above her head. Ashley and Jenna approached from behind, now seeing that Kim had only managed to fasten a single clasp at the back of the girdle - and she'd done it wrong too! The girls wrinkled their noses at the sight of Kim's tanned rolls of back fat, clearly visible from close up, pretending not to notice how Kim's fat ass cheeks seemed to be swallowing her underwear whole. Unhooking the one stray clasp, they each took hold of one side of the girdle.

"Come on!" exclaimed Kim impatiently, her arms still stretched above her head.

Kim's pendulous gut heaved with every breath, and Ashley and Jenna shared a look. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Ready," said Ashley, "One, two, three!"

The two girls began to pull, inching the two sides of the girdle together behind the plumped up blonde's back. Kim, her arms still above her head, pulled her stomach in as hard as she could, sucking her navel in towards her spine. She felt the girdle squeezing tighter and tighter as Ashley and Jenna pulled, tugged and yanked with all their strength to connect the two sides. It was coming together...

"Almost there!" said Ashley, with strain in her voice.

Bringing her palms to her midsection, Kim forcefully pushed her stomach in, trying desperately to shrink her waist another few inches. Blowing all the air out of her lungs, Kim watched in the mirror as her cheeks puffed out and her face turned bright red. Ashley and Jenna trembled with the effort - it was just a few more millimetres to connect the first hook...

"Come on Kim!" gasped Jenna, exasperated, "Suck in!"

Kim's face reddened with anger now, indignant as her midsection was crushed with the pressure.

"I AM sucking in!" she hissed wheezingly, "PULL!"

The first hook almost reached the clasp... but the damned girdle just wouldn't close! Jenna was fed up.

"Well!" she said angrily, "Maybe if you weren't so FAT!" Her eyes widened when she realized the words had escaped her mouth. Kim's face turned the colour of a beetroot, her eyes bulging out of her head.

"AAAUUUGGGHHHH!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs,

"I!

AM NOT!

FAT!"

With that, Kim forgot entirely about sucking in her stomach and her belly surged forward, wrenching the girdle from Ashley and Jenna's grasp and sending it flying across the room. This left Kim standing, red-faced and panting, staring directly at herself in the mirror with her corpulent, sack-like beer gut hanging out on full display.

This was too much for the haughty, plumped up blonde. Trembling with fury, she spun on her heel and marched out of the room, belly and bum wobbling vigorously along the way. Kim stomped down the stairs, turning right directly into the kitchen and going straight for the cookies. She grabbed a full box of double chocolate-chunk from the cupboard, ripped it open and settled down on the couch in a huff, sulking as she stuffed the first one into her mouth.

Back in Kim's room, Ashley and Jenna were doubled over with laughter, trying and just barely managing to keep quiet. The girls wiped tears from their eyes - it was just too funny! All these years of Kim's vain, conceited attitude and her complete obsession with her appearance... and now look how hard it was for her to fit into the thing that was supposed to be slimming her down!

After they'd calmed down and enough time had passed, Ashley and Jenna ventured slowly down the stairs, hoping Kim's temper had cooled. They walked down the hallway and turned into the living room, entering just as Kim bit into what looked like her eleventh cookie. Kim glared up at them, sitting cookie in hand with her bloated gut resting on her lap. She swallowed loudly and fixed them with a piercing stare, her eyes narrowing.

"I will fit into that dress, girls," she snarled, "And I will be Prom Queen. Do you understand me?!"

Ashley and Jenna shared a doubtful look. "Yes, Kim," they chorused together.

Back upstairs (after Kim had finished her cookies) the girls devised a strategy to strap the desperate blonde's expanded figure into her girdle. With Kim laying on her stomach on the bed, and the aid of a few additional tools like a leather belt and a pair of pliers, Ashley and Jenna pulled, strained and struggled as Kim wheezingly alternated between berating them and cheering them on.

Eventually, after much effort, they somehow managed to fasten the thing together. With the powerful waist cinching device containing Kim's enormous gut - at least for the time being - it was a comparatively small struggle to fit Kim into her dress. Ashley and Jenna then helped their breathless friend into a pair of black 6-inch heels (Kim couldn't bend down) and they were finally ready to go. The limo Kim had ordered was waiting outside, and the girls left the house to make their way to the big event.

The crowning of the Prom Queen was a longstanding tradition at Westwood High, and was essentially a cross between a beauty pageant and a popularity contest. The year ended with the victory of the most popular girl in school - always a senior - and after the ceremony the students went on to celebrate their graduation. A giant auditorium had been rented out, and votes had were cast in the weeks leading up to the event. The venue was set up like the Oscars to mark the occasion, with a red carpet, velvet ropes and photos ops at every turn, and the winner would be announced on stage in front of the entire school.

Kim, Ashley and Jenna's limo pulled up, and the driver came around to open the back door. Ashley and Jenna, wearing tight dresses and heels, shuffled themselves across the seats and got out, leaving Kim sitting uncomfortably in the back. The conceited blonde inched herself awkwardly along to the edge of the seat, her movement constrained by the industrial-strength girdle and absurdly tight dress. She swung her legs around and carefully placed each 6-inch stiletto heel on the pavement. Using her hands as support, Kim tried unsuccessfully to lift her expanding bulk out of the car, raising herself barely two inches off the seat before falling back on her rump. She gritted her teeth.

"Girls!" she hissed, reaching out her arms, "A little help!"

Already several feet away, Ashley and Jenna just barely heard Kim's voice before they turned back to help their friend. Click-clacking back to the limo, they each took hold of one of Kim's outstretched hands, not exactly dressed for physical exertion.

"Pull!" said Kim under her breath, pushing down with her heels and suppressing a grunt. Ashley and Jenna tugged on her arms, trying not to make a scene and eventually on the third try Kim was hoisted to her feet.

"That's better!" she said prissily, smoothing down her dress and forcing a smile. Kim then promptly brushed past her two friends, making her way onto the red carpet. Noticing a screen set up for photos, she walked past over two dozen girls waiting and butted straight to the front of the line, standing pompously in front of the photographers.

"Kim, you look amazing tonight!" said one photographer, his camera snapping away.

"Thanks, I know," she replied, blowing a kiss. Placing her hands on her hips, Kim preened and posed, taking care not to make any sudden movements or breathe too deeply. Good, she thought, now they know I'm here! A few more minutes of pretending to be nice to these losers, and then it would be time to go inside. Watching from the sidelines, Ashley and Jenna rolled their eyes. Kim was insufferable. But this was her big moment, and her painstaking efforts to be the complete center of attention were paying off.

Kim's dress was a shining, radiant gold, embroidered with bright stones and glittering sequins. It glimmered and shone in the light, drawing attention every time she moved. The dress had cost more than most girls spend on clothes in an entire year, but Kim, of course, wouldn't settle for anything less. After spending a small fortune on the dress, she'd then insisted on some alterations - first having the material hemmed in at the waist, against the recommendations of the seamstress. Kim then had the bottom shortened up to just below her ass, making it effectively a strapless, skintight golden tube.

The dress' neckline was a deep V, and the blonde's breasts were pushed up practically to her chin with full, deep cleavage on display. Along with her face makeup, the girls had spent another 30 minutes contouring Kim's cleavage - as if it needed further enhancement. Her bulbous ass was its biggest ever, the jiggling cellulite compressed tightly in the constricting fabric of the dress. Kim's 6-inch heels forced her back into a tight arch and made her assets so prominent that, combined with the extraordinary slimming effects of her girdle, she flaunted a silhouette of near Jessica Rabbit-like proportions. The outfit was so tight that she could only take small, hobbling steps, and was constantly short of breath.

After posing for almost ten minutes, taking more than twice as long as any other girl and holding up the line, Kim finally decided she was finished. She blew a kiss to the photographers, turned and half-hobbled, half-sauntered away with her nose in the air.

---

As they neared the entrance to the auditorium, Ashley and Jenna scurried ahead of Kim to open the doors. But the haughty beauty stopped, fished in her handbag for her makeup mirror, and checked her makeup once again while absentmindedly placing a light hand on her midsection. Satisfied that everything was in its proper place, she put her mirror away and walked inside.

The auditorium was absolutely enormous, with long rows of seats stretching from front to back. At the front was the high stage, where Kim had watched enviously as girls in previous years had received the crown. At the base of the stage was open floor space, with carts featuring a wide assortment of food and drinks to be enjoyed during the celebrations. There were bowls of punch, snacks, hor d'oeuvres, small cakes, and the centerpiece - a giant, five-foot tall chocolate lava cake decorated with "Happy Graduation Westwood High!" Students, teachers and staff slowly trickled in, taking their seats and filling the auditorium.

A crowd was milling around the base of the stage, and in it Kim spotted another photo opportunity. Striding into the mix, she pushed her way through to get in front of the cameras. Pursing her lips and adopting a 3/4 turn, she made sure her whole figure was captured in the frame. As she turned to adopt another pose, Kim tried not to let her discomfort show. She was struggling for breath, and, working to maintain her balance atop the 6-inch heels, tried not to think about how she wouldn't even be able to sit down until the night was over. This was definitely the hardest she'd ever worked to look good, but at least she knew it would be worth it in the end.

Unbeknownst to Kim, Melanie was in the same crowd, standing just a few feet behind her. Melanie looked at her rival curiously. There was no doubt Kim made the most of her natural beauty and voluptuous figure, taking full advantage of the gifts nature had given her. After all, it was only Kim's stunning looks, family money and cruel, conceited attitude that allowed her to rule over Westwood for so long.

But now, Melanie thought, the snobby blonde's ego had swollen too big for Kim's own good - along with the rest of her, it seemed. Looking closer, Melanie could see clearly that Kim's figure had changed. She had always seemed larger than life, but now she was just... larger.

Kim was stuffed like a sausage into her dress, and Melanie couldn't imagine how much struggling it had taken to squeeze into that thing. It looked at least three sizes too small! Her thick, round ass stuck out behind her, her arms looked softer, her thighs were definitely bigger and, despite the makeup to hide it, a double chin was visible from almost every angle. Yet Kim's midsection was slim, trim, and her stomach completely flat? Something didn't add up...

Sensing something behind her, Kim turned to find herself face to face with her rival. She looked Melanie up and down. The brunette was wearing a blue mermaid dress that hugged the tight curves of her body, down to the mid-thigh before flaring out at the bottom. Melanie's perky breasts were highlighted tastefully, and a thigh-high slit allowed her smooth, tanned leg to become visible when she floated along in her high heels. Her hair looked gorgeous, the shining brown curls cascading down her back, and her skin seemed to almost be glowing. Melanie exuded a calm confidence as she stood, looking as slim and fit as ever. Even Kim had to admit - begrudgingly - the other girl did look good.

Of course, she didn't let this show, and in her mind at least, Melanie was nothing compared to the true Queen of Westwood High. Kim's bust swelled with self importance as she smirked down at her rival.

"Good luck, Melanie," she said condescendingly, staring down her nose. "It's obvious who's going to win."

Melanie looked coolly back at Kim, her green eyes relaxed and steady. "Oh, and I suppose you think that's you, Kim?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Kim in her entitled tone. "What, you really think you have a chance? These people practically, like, worship me. Plus, this dress probably cost more than, like, your parents' car!" She stood with her hand on her hip, doing her best to stare Melanie down. Kim's glamour and bitchy attitude had always worked for intimidating girls before - why wasn't it working now?

But Melanie simply gazed back at the dolled-up blonde, teetering in her too-high heels with her hair piled up high on her head. And suddenly, despite the tightness of her dress and heavy layers of makeup on her face, something about the look in Melanie's green eyes made Kim feel strangely exposed.

"Let's just say... I trust the students to make the right decision." Melanie said finally, before turning and walking away.

Kim snorted haughtily, trying to regain her composure after the unsettling interaction. Of course they'll make the right decision! she thought, checking her makeup for the sixth time and plumping up her cleavage. Me!

Just then, a voice came over the loudspeakers,

"To our lovely Prom Queen contestants, ladies, please line up!"

Finally! thought Kim, taking her place in line over to one side of the stage. There were ten contestants total, but eight were little more than placeholders. Everyone knew this was a contest between Melanie and Kim for the crown. One by one, the girls were called on stage by name alphabetically, greeted with cheers and applause from the crowd. Kim was sixth in line and could hardly wait, pretending to smile sweetly as the other contestants lined up ahead of her. Finally her turn came, and she strutted across the stage to the sound of what she knew must have been the loudest applause yet. The remaining four girls took their places after Kim, and all ten contestants stood lined up at the front of the stage, facing the audience.

A slideshow of previous years played, and Kim hid her impatience behind a wide, fake smile. Her perfectly whitened teeth gleamed in the spotlight shining down from above. The slideshow finished, and the announcer began describing what a great honor it was to be crowned WestWood High's Prom Queen, how it was a tradition that went back... blah blah blah! thought Kim, waving cheerily to the crowd with one hand on her hip. Come, onnnn! Why is this taking so long? Everyone knows I deserve it! Just, like, give me the crown already!

Finally the monologue ended, and the voice boomed, "Now, the moment you've all been waiting for!"

There was silence in the auditorium.

"And the winner is..."

Kim beamed at the audience, pushing out her chest.

"The stunning, the beautiful..."

Kim could barely contain herself.

"Melanie Thomas!"

Silence. Before the applause could start -

"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kim's screech rang out through the auditorium, echoing in the stunned silence that followed. All eyes turned to her, standing center stage with her fists clenched by her sides, shaking. Her face was a mask of pure rage. The spotlight shone directly down on her, and you could hear a pin drop. And then -

*POP!*

A strange noise sounded out through the auditorium. Then another -

*POP!*

Ashley and Jenna, sitting in the front row, exchanged a wide-eyed look. The force from Kim's scream, it must've...

*POP!*

The crowd watched in bewildered silence - that scream! Nothing like this had ever happened at a Prom before! And now Kim seemed to be... expanding?

*POP!*

Slowly, through a cloud of anger, Kim realized there were sounds reverberating out through the auditorium. But that popping... it was coming... from her? Wide-eyed, she looked down to see a gold sequinned curve swelling out in front of her. As she felt the pressure around her waist loosen, horror set in as it finally dawned on Kim what was happening.

What?! No! Not here... Not now!

Paralyzed with fear, she tried to gasp but the air was stuck in her throat. Her mouth fell open as the mask of rage transformed into one of pure shock. There were a few cameras flashed in the audience, and some nervous laughs, but Kim registered none of it. Ashley and Jenna looked up at their friend - why didn't Kim do something?

But the stuck up blonde was frozen in place, staring dumbly out into the dark auditorium with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The next *POP!* was followed by the sound of seams splitting, as Kim's expensive dress felt the strain of her expanding middle. Her gut now stuck out almost a foot in front of her. Frantic, fragmented thoughts raced through her head -

This was.. no! The crown... The.. How could... This was all wrong!!

Kim's heart beat faster and she felt panic rising in her chest. Another *POP* and her stomach suddenly lurched forward another six inches, as the final clasp on the girdle gave out. Struggling to escape, the bulging mass of flesh was now contained only by the remaining tightness of her dress. Kim's heart leapt into her throat.

OhGodOhGodOhGod! Not now! Everyone can see... No... No... NO!!

Pulling in her abdomen with all her might, she mustered everything she had left to make a desperate, final attempt at hiding her burgeoning belly. With a surge of adrenaline giving her newfound strength, she was able to draw the excess flesh a surprising distance back towards her spine. A voice called out from the audience "She's sucking it in!" and laughter followed. Kim noticed none of this, half delirious in her terrified state. She stood straight as a rod with her arms by her sides, quivering with the effort it took to hold her stomach in.

Jenna gave Ashley a hopeless look, burying her face in her hands. What was Kim doing?! Melanie, standing a few feet to the right of Kim, was as surprised as anyone. Kim had already disgraced herself with that scream, and now she seemed to be coming apart at the seams... literally! Watching the spectacle unfold in front of her, Melanie hid a smile behind her hand. This was even better than winning!

Sucking in like her life depended on it, Kim felt something come loose and begin to slide down her waist. The busted girdle, which had been squeezed between her stomach and the dress, now found space to slide out from between the two and fall to the floor at her feet. Before Kim realized what had happened, another voice from the crowd yelled out, "She was wearing a girdle!" More laughter erupted at the sight of the shiny, white shapewear now lying on the stage.

When Kim heard this, the blood drained from her face. She grimaced with the effort it took to hold it in, a triple chin forming as her neck fat bunched together. Her heart pounded as her belly shook violently.

Uurrrggghhhh! She couldn't hold it in much longer... NooOOOO!!

Kim's muscles gave out and her gut ballooned forward, tearing through the remaining seams of her dress and ripping the golden tube clean off.

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPP!!!

The tattered dress joined the girdle on the floor, and Kim suddenly found herself standing on stage in front of the entire school, wearing nothing but her lacy black underwear. With the spotlight shining directly down on her, the blonde's bulging, corpulent figure was completely exposed. Kim's thick, beefy gut stuck out almost two feet in front of her, on full display for everyone to see. Months of self indulgent gluttony could no longer be kept secret, and it was obvious to everyone in the audience that Kim had gained a large amount of weight.

The jocks were revolted at a hot girl letting herself go. The nerds were fascinated by the physics of the thing. The goths sensed justice was being done. The cheerleaders gossiped, whispered and snickered as they always did - not with envy this time, but schadenfreude. Most students simply stared, as the whole crowd ogled together at the transformation they'd just seen. Wow! Look at that body! Kim was FAT!

Melanie stared in amused wonder at the girdle on the floor and then back at her defeated rival's figure. The fatter ass, thick thighs, arm flab and double chin all made sense now. But the vast majority of Kim's weight gain had clearly gone directly to the masses of curving, blubbery fat that now made up her midsection. How much had Kim been eating? And she was hiding all that?! 

Laughter roared out in the auditorium, as more and more students took out their phones. Ashley and Jenna looked on from the crowd, perplexed. The scream, the girdle bursting, sucking in - it had all happened in a matter of seconds and now Kim stood completely exposed. On stage, Kim simply gaped, unable to process what was happening to her. The prospect of not winning had barely crossed her mind - but this was so much worse than anything she could have imagined.

After what felt like hours standing frozen in front of the crowd, Kim finally came to her sense enough to realize one thing. Oh. My. GOD! I have to get out of here!

Stepping forward, she failed to notice that her long stiletto heel had caught in the strap of the ruined girdle lying at her feet. Stepping with her other foot, she felt a tugging at her ankle. Kim tried to stabilize, teetering as her 6 inch heels tangled further with the busted girdle.

"Augh!" she cried, throwing out her arms for balance as her belly jiggled up and down. Kim stumbled forward, trying hopelessly to untangle her feet, but it was too late. Thrown off balance by the weight of her wobbling belly, she tripped off the edge of the stage, letting out a terrified squeal.

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Arms flailing, she shrieked and fell...

SPLOOSH!

Directly into the giant lava cake!

Kim's entire upper body disappeared into the thick, gooey mixture, leaving only her lower half visible to the crowd. Her ass stuck up in the air, black lacy panties clinging tightly to the jiggling cellulite as her legs kicked and flailed wildly. The students of Westwood hooted and hollered, delighting at the humiliation of their former tormentor.

The school principal, watching from one side of the auditorium, had by now seen enough. He motioned and two large security guards jogged out, taking hold of the cart the cake was on. They wheeled it - cart, cake, Kim and all - up the centre aisle of the auditorium and out the door, Kim's fleshy tanned legs kicking and her muffled squeals drowned out by the roaring laughter.

Watching the auditorium doors close, Ashley and Jenna could hardly believe their eyes. There was absolutely no way Kim could ever come back from this. And it didn't even matter now - she had lost Prom Queen! They turned to stare at one another, slowly mouthing two words in unison, "How... humiliating!"

It took over ten minutes for the laughter and noise in the auditorium to finally die down. The announcer got everyone's attention, and called Melanie forward to accept her prize. She smiled graciously as the crown was placed on her head, to the sound of raucous cheering and applause. Melanie stepped up to the microphone to deliver her acceptance speech, which was well practiced, elegant, and came out beautifully. She finished by thanking the students warmly for their support, and curtsied, seemingly acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Then, at the last moment, she turned back to the microphone. "Oh, and one last thing," she said, unable to resist, "One of my competitors didn't take it too well..." The crowd tittered, and a smile crept on to Melanie's face, "But I think we can all agree someone got her just desserts. I hope at least Kim enjoys the cake!"

The auditorium erupted into the loudest cheers and laughter yet, and the students began to celebrate their graduation.

---

Out in the lobby, the cart was turned on its side as the security guards began extracting Kim from the cake. She emerged furious and gasping for air, her entire upper body dripping with thick chocolate.

"Get away from me!" she cried, pushing the men away in anger as they tried to help her up. Wobbling to stand in her heels, Kim wiped the chocolate from her face and eyes, wringing it from her hands. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. She hiccuped, then suddenly let out a deep, throaty belch, having inadvertently swallowed mouthful after mouthful of rich chocolate syrup. Trying to get her bearings, Kim's eyes widened when she spotted her reflection in a mirror a few feet away. The sight of herself in her bra and panties, completely covered in chocolate goo with squashed hair, ruined makeup and bloated, sack-like gut hanging over her waistband was just too much for Kim.

"AaauuUUUGHHHH!" she screeched, now completely distraught. She lunged past the security guards, who wisely gave her a wide berth, and staggered over to a nearby table, ripping the tablecloth off and sending the items on it crashing to the floor. She wrapped the white tablecloth around herself and headed straight for the door, stumbling out into the parking lot and getting into the first taxi she saw.

"Wow!" said the driver, looking at the chocolate-covered mess that had just climbed into his car, "What happened to you?!"

"Sh-shut up!" said Kim, her voice faltering as she told the driver her address, "G-go quickly! Now!!"

It was a short drive, and as the cab slowed at the curb in front of her house, Kim opened the door and practically fell out onto the street, pulling the tablecloth around her and struggling up the walkway to her front door. She hadn't paid, and the driver briefly considered calling out to her, but thought better of it, glad to be rid of the frantic, chubby girl smeared with chocolate and wrapped in a tablecloth.

Once through the front door, Kim slammed and locked it behind her, sinking to the floor. On her face was the same dull, blank expression as before. She couldn't believe it. Melanie had the crown. It was all over. It was all for nothing. She would never be Prom Queen... Everything was RUINED!!

Kim threw off the tablecloth in anger, and in a fit of rage ripped off one heel and hurled it at the wall. Collapsing on her back, she clenched her fists as images of the evening filled her head. Melanie, the crown, the crowd, the dress... the girdle.. the cake... it was...!

"AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kim's parents were out of town, and what followed was a weekend of the purest self-indulgent, hedonistic gluttony. Kim ate herself into oblivion, trying everything to forget what had happened that Friday night. She couldn't bear to think about it and lost herself in food, eating pizza, chicken wings, french fries, soda, cookies, donuts, ice cream by the gallon - anything to keep her mind off that horrific humiliation!

Kim lay in front of the television stuffing her face non-stop - literally - for the entire weekend. Her sole outing, under the cover of a huge, puffy jacket, hat pulled down over her face, and giant sunglasses, was to pick up a third box of a dozen assorted donuts. She returned home in a hurry, greedily swallowing mouthful after mouthful of sugary dough as she cradled her enormous, swollen belly.

In her brief moments of reflection, Kim consoled herself with the face that only those at Prom had seen what happened - which was only, well, the entire school! But at least, she assured herself between bites, no one outside of Westwood had witnessed her ultimate, degrading, completely dramatic and public humiliation.

On Monday morning, Kim woke in a daze. She groaned, rolling over in bed and tenderly rubbing her swollen stomach. She still felt incredibly stuffed from the night - and two days - before. Reaching for her phone, she looked at the time with eyes half open. Shit! It was almost 7:30!

Kim was usually up well before 6 to complete her morning beauty routine, but she had stayed up late Sunday night bingeing on fried chicken wings, chocolate chip ice cream, and old reruns of Gossip Girl. Normally she was out of the house by 8... if she was late to school today, she would be sure to attract a ton of attention. And for the first time in her life, attention was the last thing Kim wanted.

Struggling out of bed with some difficulty, she hurried over to her giant makeup mirror and sat down heavily. Brushing her hair with one hand, she scrambled frantically for makeup - something, anything that would make her look presentable. She found some foundation and began smearing it on in a hurry - she normally had over an hour for this! Looking over at her wardrobe, she realized she had no idea what to wear. Normally she planned an outfit out the night before, but last night she had just kept... eating.

With no time to sort through the mess in her closet, Kim grabbed a plain white spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of denim shorts, both ordered recently online. She pulled the tank top down over her head, stretching it over her breasts and down over her belly. The shorts were high-waisted, thank God, and at least weren't too tight when she yanked them up her thighs. She stuffed the hem of her tank top into the shorts, buttoned them, and pulled the waistband high up over her belly. Hurriedly she grabbed her purse, slung it over her shoulder, and gave her hair a final brush.

On her way to the door, Kim passed the hallway mirror and caught a glimpse of her side profile in the reflection, and stopped short. She felt sick. Her once slim, trim, sexy figure was now a bulging, bloated mess. It was simply impossible not to notice how chunky she'd become.

The pouch of fat under her chin was round and fleshy now, and all the makeup in the world couldn't hide it. Her breasts were huge, a sight to behold squeezed into the tight white fabric of her tank top. Kim had always loved having big boobs, but even back in her skinnier days she wouldn't have wanted them quite this big. Her jiggly ass and thighs completely filled out the denim shorts, which were three - or was it four? - sizes larger than her formerly slim self.

And then there was - ugh - her stomach. Without the girdle encircling her waist, Kim's gut protruded far out in front of her, a tanned mass of wobbling flesh that served as a constant reminder of her countless gluttonous binges. Rolls of flab spilled over the sides of her shorts, forcing her top to ride up and exposing the flesh. With no abdominal strength left, she couldn't even suck it in if she tried. The once haughty, stuck up queen of Westwood High had a sinking feeling in the pit her stomach. There was absolutely no denying it now. Kim was fat.

Tearing her gaze away from the mirror, she checked her phone - only twenty minutes until class! Feeling herself start to panic, Kim looked frantically around the room and quickly grabbed a loose floral print kimono jacket she'd left hanging on the stairs. Throwing it on in a pathetic attempt to hide her curves, she hurried out the door to school.

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It was warm outside and, having rushed, Kim arrived to class flushed and sweating. She hurried into the classroom, head down, nervously wrapping the kimono jacket around her waist. Taking her seat next to Ashley and Jenna, she felt the tight waistband of her shorts pressing into her belly as she sat down, her face already hot with embarrassment. Kim looked at her two friends, who were both staring down at their phones.

"Girls," she said, trying to sound firm but her voice faltering, "let's just, like, not talk about what happened on Friday... like, ever, okay?"

Ashley and Jenna looked up from their phones as if they were noticing Kim for the first time. Their eyes glossed over her appearance - ew. That hair was a mess, not to mention the makeup. And some sort of flowing, floral print robe? Like it even mattered now. Kim looked around the room - why was everyone on their phone?

"I said, girls, let's just forget about Friday, and pretend like it never happened, okay?"

"Um, Kim," said Jenna, "I don't know if we can do that..."

"What do you mean you can't do it?" hissed the defeated, failed Prom Queen, "You-"

"No, it's not that," interjected Ashley, "I mean, just look at this..."

She turned her phone towards Kim, and the formerly haughty blonde took a moment to realize what was on the screen. A YouTube video of a blonde girl... her eyes widened when she realized it was her. Kim watched with stunned horror as the scene from Prom played out again before her eyes.

There she was on stage, directly under the spotlight - AAAUUUUGHHHH! came the muffled scream from Ashley's phone speakers. POP! POP! ... POP! There went the girdle, as Kim's belly swelled out in front of her. A few agonizing seconds of silence as she desperately sucked in before her belly began to tremble, and then RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIP! Kim watched herself, stripped of her dress and girdle, belly wobbling wildly, tumble squealing from the stage directly into the giant cake. Her legs kicked as she - and the cake - were wheeled up the centre aisle of the auditorium and out the door.

Kim took Ashley's phone, scrolling down. The video already had over 30,000 views. With a trembling finger, she scrolled further. There were more.

Funny Video - Prom Queen contestant gets caught wearing girdle!

112,937 views.

Prom Queen FAIL - Girl Squeals After Losing & You Won't Believe What Happens Next!

1,184,365 views.

REVEALED: Secret Fatty busts her dress in PROM nightmare! [HD]

876,935 views.

Dumbstruck, Kim looked up and around the room. A few students had noticed her, and were pointing and laughing. She now knew why they were all looking at their phones. Her hand visibly shaking, Kim touched the corner of the screen to navigate back to the YouTube homepage. There it was, trending on the front page.

Would-Be Prom Queen reveals GIRDLE then trips and falls in CAKE!

4,398,746 views.

A preview played automatically, and Kim watched again as she desperately tried to hold her stomach in, before the force of her burgeoning belly tore off the remainder of her dress. She felt lightheaded. As Kim had been binging over the weekend, her humiliation had gone viral. It was just too much.

Jenna, looking up from yet another version of the video on her phone, spoke slowly, "Kim, I think you're, like, famous..."

Ashley's phone tumbled from Kim's grasp, clattering to the floor. The blonde's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth fell open and she slumped back in her seat. As Kim's arms slid down by her sides, her kimono fell away to reveal the fleshy, sagging potbelly bulging forward out of her tank top and shorts. But the former Queen of Westwood High couldn't even notice if she tried. Kim had fainted.

The End