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Cheeky VI
🕑 Added 2021-10-30 01:46:59 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.
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Carrie ate with desperate ferocity, stuffing food into her mouth at rapid speed. She stuffed down pastries, cakes, and doughnuts, digging her hands into containers crammed with meatballs, pork fat, pasta, and one just caked with a glob of cheese and butter. She panted, gasping for breath between mouthfuls of food, never taking a break. She couldn't bring herself to. The hunger was all-encompassing. It made her forget her shame despite the fact that she was standing there, in public, people pointing and gasping at the slovenly display.
Maybe her shame wasn't forgotten, but shoved aside, because it was secondary to her desperation and hunger. She didn't know why, but she needed to get the food down as quickly as possible, her backside growling and aching, demanding sustenance.
She was making a spectacle of herself. Several of her classmates had poured out of the room to stand around her, just goggling at the display of not only her gluttony but also her tremendous, quaking posterior. Her makeshift skirt felt as though it was tightening.
Suddenly releasing a groan, Carrie hunched down, gripping her thighs, as a powerful surge of pressure rushed to her butt. “Nghhhh…” She moaned as she felt her flesh tighten, her backside inching outwards as it swelled and shivered, people gasping as they pointed at her. Sweat poured down her brow, her face flushed pink. She felt her flesh tighten and stretch, until she felt as though she might topple just from the weight behind her.
Then it stopped, Carrie gasping for breath. “Mmghhhh…ohhhhh…” She groaned, not wanting to straighten. She didn't want to let go of her thighs, uncertain if she would be able to support the sheer weight of her backside when she was standing upright. It bobbed gently behind her. She was a sweaty, disheveled mess, her face, hands, and chest covered in food. Despite her sticky fingers, she tentatively reached behind her, exploring how far her backside spanned out. She gasped, her hand barely able to reach the farthest part of the curve. And it felt so full, so uncomfortably stuffed.
Carrie slowly looked up to see Sid smirking down at her.
"You're not finished," he apprised, holding up a box which he opened to reveal a dense cherry cheesecake perched inside.
Carrie reacted before thinking, her backside gurgling as it bounced with her unsteady waddle towards Sid. She dug her hands right into the cake, scooping up a generous portion to shove into her mouth. People were murmuring around her, eyes glued to the scene.
As Carrie continued to stuff her face, she didn't notice as Sid quietly muttered a spell under his breath, and as she grew hungrier almost immediately after he did. Her backside gurgled and grumbled, and she felt almost starved even as she was eating as quickly as she could. She needed more. It wasn't close to enough. She moaned unhappily as she stuffed her mouth even more.
The cake was demolished in only moments, then her huge ass released a loud roar, which was followed by more gurgling's of indigestion. A belch tore up Carrie’s throat. She moaned wearily as she absently rubbed the side of one of the massive globes rocking behind her.
"Ready to go, Carrie?" Sid asked, looking as smug as ever.
Carrie blinked up at him. She couldn't believe how uncomfortable she felt, simultaneously feeling sick from the binge and almost painfully hungry.
"That was just an appetizer," Sid added. "There's plenty more where that came from. Come on, my treat."
Carrie knew that she should not trust him, but found herself waddling over, feeling terribly unstable, but with effort managing to heave her rocking back side behind her. At one point she almost toppled, flailing her arms for balance. Sid caught her hand, keeping her upright.
Carrie panted quietly. She threw a glance back at her bottom. Her butt cheeks looked like two melons, probably larger. Bigger than her head. Bigger than basketballs. Wider than the rest of her, her hips having expanded as well, her body trying to support and accommodate the massive growths behind her. The sheet fashion about her waist had gotten so tight that it was beginning to look more like a diaper than a skirt.
"Let's go," said Sid confidently.
Carrie weakly nodded. And despite her better judgment, she went with him.
Comments
Phat94
I very much hope this isn't over!
