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Food Fodder - Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-06-08 17:00:07 +0000 UTCSorry, left you all in the lurch again for a couple of weeks. I really enjoy writing stories, sometimes I just forget I also need to post them. I'll hit you all with a few other posts this week as well to make up for it. Enjoy!
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Samara was full on enjoying her senior year of high school. Like most things, news highlights changed fast and her epic soccer championship win quickly became old news. Life went back pretty much to normal for Samara, well except for a few things. She continued to make sure none of her friends' food went to waste, always offering to eat something off their lunch tray before it hit the trash. In her mind she was keeping her carbs up, something she had always done during soccer season. But she didn't have soccer season anymore, so all those carbs had only one place to go.
Samara had never been worried about gaining weight, she effortlessly stayed thin. But she was getting older, and since turning 18 not too long ago, some invisible changes were happening. This coupled with her drop off completely in exercise was starting to have physical effects, physical effects that Samara promptly dismissed. She had never gained a pound of fat in her life, it must surely just be water weight, or some bloating. Living with this denial, she kept on eating and snacking to her heart's content.
Fall quickly cooled as winter sat on the horizon. This meant the heavier and baggier clothing could hide Samara's recent transformation. One place she couldn't hide it though we're at sleepovers, which her girlfriends were fans of throwing. There with her ever tightening pajamas, it was easy to see how thick the soccer star was getting. At this point the formerly tonned teen had a layer of flab all over now. Just some softness where she used to be so tight. To her friends this was easy to see as her pajama pants bit into her softened waist, pushing a ring of flab up around the band.
Samara's friends thought of saying something to her, as she clearly had not noticed the changes herself, but not all of them were thin athletes like Samara to begin with, and it was only maybe a little winter weight. They also had a bit of an ulterior motive. Ever since that first sleepover, Samara had been incredibly helpful in polishing off whatever snacks their moms had gotten for their get-togethers. If there was a bunch of food left over their mom’s would complain why they even had a sleepover to begin with, and they would be less open to the idea in the future. With all the snacks gone, the moms knew the girls were all having a good time. So that’s where Samara came in. Her overconfidence in her metabolism allowed her to eat exponentially more than anyone else, and soon it was just second nature for Samara to grab a bowl of snacks and go to town.
With a whole winter of girly sleepovers in the books, Samara emerged on the other side looking quite chubby, a stark difference from her athletic figure. She still remained in denial though, finding clothes that covered her thicker body, attributing any softness to lady changes. Because of this Samara was happier than a clam. She had been accepted to a small state school up north, so she would be starting there in the fall. For the rest of the year she just wanted to enjoy her time with her friends and the rest of her senior year.
Most of her friends were in the same boat she was, although most of them were going to the much larger university that was nearby. A few of them even had some additional goals in mind as well, which the theme was to drop a few pounds before heading off to college where you make a whole new set of first impressions. Dropping some weight was no easy task for anyone, so some of Sarama’s chubbier friends had to come up with a plan. Luckily they knew just the thing to keep them away from the sweets and extra calories.
To slim down, Samara’s friends were going to have to cut back, but that was hard when your parents send you to school with a fast food breakfast, or pack treats in your lunch. So that’s why when any of these gals found themselves in this predicament, they quickly found Samara and passed the food off to her. Samara was more than happy to accept the additional calories, sugars, and fats, she was the thin, fit, never gain a pound Samara after all. Most days a friend or two of hers would show up to school with a breakfast sandwich or some donuts, which Samara would enjoy by the start of homeroom. Her friends would then pass her treats from a class party or some cookies made in HomeEc throughout the day. Lunch though was the biggest occasion that they had to push some calories in Samara’s direction. Chips, pudding cups, twinkies, candy bars, their moms packed all sorts of junk food in their lunches that they knew if they avoided would put them just a bit closer to their goal. Samara was getting so much handed to her she didn’t even need her own lunch, but that didn’t stop her from grabbing a tray and a normal lunch before facing the gauntlet of extra treats from her friends.
Samara ate each treat with a smile, it all tasted so good. At times she was curious why her friends would pass up such good food, but she decided not to mention anything, she was enjoying herself too much to mess with a good thing. With each bite she took, her stomach started to push out even further. Her friends clearly noticed Samara getting wider, but they also noticed themselves getting smaller. At different times they all wanted to say something, but the plan was working so well, they would slim down into a smaller pair of pants and then totally forget to bring it up.
With all of Samara's friends shrinking down, by the end of the school year there was no way Samara’s wardrobe could keep up with her ballooning figure. Thankfully all her friends had some amazing hand me downs they could give her, they no longer fit them anyways. When they’d visit Samara at her house they would just bring a bunch of clothes and leave them at her place, stealing some cute outfits to leave room for the new stuff. Soon her friends were wearing all of her clothes, and Samara was dressed for the 100 pounds she had gained that year.
With gaining 100 pounds, Samara had gone from a little chubby to a complete chonk in just a year. Her belly had taken most of the pounds, spilling out in front of her, and hanging over her waist a bit. Two love handles melted into some soft and round hips showed just how wide she had gotten this year. Although she was still in denial about gaining any weight, she did appreciate her bigger bust and curvier rear. Formerly fairly flat chested, Samara now rocked a decent handful upon her chest, and her old pert bum was now a juicy bubble butt. The toned soccer alum was now thick all over, a slight waddle to her step, and a slight jiggle with each footfall.
Oblivious to all of this, Samara continued to stuff her face with donuts, snack cakes, pizza, french friends, cookies and more. If she was around her friends, then she was around food.
