A hungry grin contorted your pretty face at the possibilities. You focused on the girl and her fat. With an almost audible snap, all of her curves vanished. Her hips were narrow and thighs thin. Her chest flat and her plump belly gone. Her clothes hung off of her as she panicked and tripped causing quite a ruckus.
You were in a similar, yet quite different scenario. Her curves were now yours. Your bra snapped as her D cups combined with you B cups, bulging into fleshy melon like F cups. They stretched your shirt and pulled it up, revealing your now plump gut for all to see. It was not yet big enough for too many rolls but hung over your waistband. It was round and smooth, free of stretch marks and cellulite. Your yoga pants stretched and ripped more, this time down the sides of your thighs as you put more than inch on both sides of your hips and your thighs thickened together.
Your eyes shut, a gasp escapes your lips, and your toes curl in your now surprisingly tight shoes. Everything felt great. The way your clothes had ripped. How the remnants of your clothes clung tightly, constricting comfortable movement of your bloated form. How your body jiggled and shook with practically every breath. The power.
Your eyes open and you run off, dropping your tray to vanish in the chaos. You dash/wobble to the nearest bathroom. Your hips gyrate, your round cheeks fighting for dominance in your ruined yoga pants. Your breasts bounce and smack down on your belly, creating a lovely sound and ripple as your belly shakes in response. Making it to the ladies room, you hide in a stall panting. That was hard work. And exciting.
Taking inventory, you slipped off your shoes and your ruined pants. Your panties were still intact even though they had been converted into a thong. With effort, your pulled your useless bra from under your shirt and added it to the pile. Your shirt would make due, covering your breasts just fine. Taking yourself in, you note that you had taken quite a bit of weight. While she was indeed 40 pounds heavier than you, it seemed you had taken more than 40 pounds. About 60 you'd say. You also seemed taller, about 4 inches taller, which would explain the shoe problems. And you were hungry, very hungry. Did you take her hunger too?
As you felt up your body, you sized yourself to be about 6'2" and 190 pounds. Your big breasts were wonderful, your round belly great, but your plump ass was glorious. Before, your plump rump had been your largest, and most defining, physical attribute. The same could have easily been said about the chubby girl. Between her fat ass and your plump butt, you were now a wondrous pear shaped fatty. And a hungry fatty. Not just for food though, but for more. More curves, more fat, more height, more power.
You were interrupted by someone entering the quiet ladies room. Peering between the cracks, who is it?
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