'Seriously, thanks a lot. You really didn't have to do this.'
Sam was in the middle of Alice's room, standing in her overtaxed school uniform with her arms held out on a little stool that Alice had procured for herself for this exact reason. The pudgy black-haired girl was quite literally bulging out of every available inch on her attire, applicable only to places that hadn't given way to Sam's forceful bulk already. Her soft stomach had certainly made an appearance, having busted three of the six buttons that remained visible when her skirt was tucked in ('uniform code sucks!') around her abdominal region. The pale flesh jiggled and wobbled about with a mind of its own with every one of her impatient movements. Grateful though she was, Sam Wilsey was still Sam Wilsey.
Alice, with a piece of measuring tape draped around her shoulders, hovered around her fellow freshman to get a better look at just what was wrong with Sam's outfit. Which was quite obvious by now, in that Sam was too fat to fit it.
'Oh it's no trouble at all, really.'
Alice's tone was friendly yet focused, while she was indeed grateful that Sam was grateful, the budding designer didn't take her eyes off of the trouble areas of Sam's outfit. In addition to her blouse being too small, it looked that Sam's steadily growing backside had also stretched her skirt to its maximum. Actually, from this angle, it appeared that Sam had become quite big around the metaphorical britches. Because skirts were mandatory, anyone and everyone could see her thick thighs on display with every awkward step the ebony haired girl took in a desperate attempt to keep herself from busting out of her clothes.
'Really, I love doing this kind of thing.' Alice continued, now satisfied with her diagnosis and looking up at Sam and catching sight of her developed double chin, 'I'm just surprised you didn't ask me sooner!'
Sam let out a deep puff of air as her wingspan faltered for a moment, her pale arms threatening to fall down to her side in her growing weariness. 'Can I put my arms down yet?' she whined, 'They're fuckin' sore already''
'Oh sure, go ahead.' Alice approved. As soon as she gave the word Sam allowed her weak arms to collapse upon her pale flabby body, causing a tremor that spread throughout the entirety of her flesh.
'Ugh' I'm getting fuckin' fat.' Sam woed as she looked in the full-length mirror to her right, encapsulating a good portion of her backside as well as her pudgy profile. She cupped her stomach with both hands, giving it a good squeeze before letting go. The action reverberated through her entire body with one good ripple, her posterior not escaping as the soft doughy domes wobbled underneath her skirt. 'Sorry you've gotta tailor after my fat ass, Al.' Sam said with a snarl to her reflection, 'This keeps up, you'll be back here next week.'
Alice was very inclined to agree with her. Sam couldn't have weighed more than 100, maybe 110 pounds dripping wet at the beginning of the semester. But come two months later, she had to be nearing in on the two-double-donut. However Alice, with no backbone nor room to criticize after breaking down and purchasing a new uniform some earlier in the month, smiled upwards at the crass girl earnestly in an attempt to soothe her worrying.
'Oh stop it, Sam.' Alice said in good jest, 'If people didn't let themselves go every now and again, I'd have to find a new hobby!' she said with a precocious giggle, inciting a throaty chortle from her friend
'Yeah just like if I didn't eat my weight in junk food every goddamn week, Megan would be a fucking blimp.' She joked boldly, her laughter sending rippling waves through her weight. 'Now I see why you bitches keep me around!'
'Maaaaybe.' Alice chirped.
Sam stopped to watch Alice work with an invigoration and confidence, one that had gone mostly absent since the two of them had gotten acquainted. Come to think of it, Alice had been pretty quiet all morning until she had asked her to assist her in managing to clothe her inflated expanse. It was' weird to see Alice so confident. Mostly because she seemed so mousy all the time.
'What's got you in such a damn good mood?' Sam asked, 'I don't think you've ever joked with me before!'
Alice stopped in her tracks, her new bubbly attitude managing to make her appear whimsical even as she stood still. The wide smile never left her face as she gave her answer.
'I always get like this when I work.' She said happily, taking back to step as she made her way over to Sam, 'Fashion, design, even stuff like this has always' I don't know, put me in a good mood!' she said with a smile before blushing bright pink, shrinking into herself somewhat like the tender girl Sam had grown to know, 'S-Sorry.' She smiled sheepishly
'Don't fucking apologize, you dork.' Sam rolled her eyes but smiled herself as Alice came closer, 'Just do whatever you've gotta do, this uniform's killing me.'
Alice let out the happiest of grins before catching herself, 'Oh, I'm going to need you to' um' take off your clothes.' She said, her blush reappearing as the words fell from her lips, 'I-I mean, not all at once if you don't want to, but I can't exactly let out your uniform when you're still wearing it''
'No sweat.'
Sam certainly looked relieved to get out of her tight blouse, unbuttoning the remaining buttons clumsily with her fatter fingers. After they were undone, she slid the white sleeves over her thick jiggly arms. Taking it with one hand and handing it to Alice, Sam revealed a penchant for black bras that looked to be a little too tight as well. While her breasts took a backseat to just how big her belly was getting, Sam's cups looked overloaded and overtaxed. Those straps were cutting in deep'
'You want the skirt too?'
Alice shrugged, 'I-If you want' but you'll be' um''
'Totally nuders.' Sam nonchalantly, 'I'll get one of Megan's shirts. No way one of those won't fit me.'
'Please do'' Alice was quite red. Not out of any sort of looming attraction for the female form, but because she herself was never naked unless the situation called for it; i.e. bath time.
'God you're such a damn prude sometimes.' Sam said with a punch of Alice's arm' much harder than Megan or Ronnie's, but still very much playful Alice would like to think, 'I'm gonna go ask for a shirt. If one of hers doesn't fit and I have to ask for one of Ron's, I'm officially gonna kill myself.'
With that Sam walked out the door and left Alice to do what she did best: fashion'
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