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French Pear
🕑 Added 2020-08-07 18:09:06 +0000 UTCPenelope came from an sleepy French town full of traditionalists. Her family took pride in the fact that they didn't partake in what they considered "capitalist and consumerist activities" that they felt was overrunning a lot of Europe. Penelope had never even eaten at a fast food chain or shopped at a big department store. Instead, she and her family bought their goods from local stores and only ate homemade meals from fresh ingredients.
Penelope graduated from high school at the top of her class and countless colleges were sending her offers to attend their school. The best offer came from a prestigious university in Wisconsin, who were interested in getting more abroad students and spreading their name internationally. They offered her a full scholarship and a rather generous per diem. While she and her family had hesitation about her going to the most capitalism obsessed country in the world, this offer was too good to pass up. Penelope left for the States that fall, promising her parents that she wouldn't let the American big city life change her.
Her first months in the U.S. was nothing of note. She spent most of her time studying and doing schoolwork. She was still learning English and only had a few French speaking acquaintances in her language class, leaving her without much of a social life. She was also shocked and amused about the many fat people walking about campus. They were the stereotypical fat slobs that she always imagined Americans were. A lot of them were severely overweight, if not outright obese, and they all either lazily wore dirty t-shirts and sweatpants or shamelessly skimpy clothing that showed off their chunky frames. The bottom heavy women especially loved to proudly wear tight leggings and undersized shorts as if they believed such giant, saggy rears were attractive or fashionable.
Penelope, meanwhile, continued to create her own handmade meals. She never went out to the many fast food places that surrounded the campus and only rarely went to the campus's dining hall. Instead, she went to nearby locally sourced grocery stores to get meat and vegetables to prepare in her dorm room's kitchen. She also made sure to dress cute and fashionable. As she walked through the campus paths between classes, she could hear people talking as she passed by. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but she could tell that they were talking about her and assumed they were complimenting her for her slim beauty.
Then, less than halfway through the school year, COVID-19 and the quarantine happened. Penelope was lucky that she went to a university that kept it's dormitory open to the students but all of her classes were canceled, her favorite grocery stores were closed and all the other stores were overcrowded and full of people who refused to wear masks or practice social distancing.
Unable to maintain her high standards for cuisine, Penelope was forced to start relying on the quickly and cheaply made food provided by the campus and the greasy spoons surrounding the college grounds. Deciding to get the inevitable over with, she used a food delivery app to order a large meal from the local McDonald's, the most infamous fast food place in her mind. Once it arrived, she hesitantly took her first bite of a Big Mac. It was completely underwhelming. She was expecting it to be like a forbidden fruit only for it to be a low grade, subpar burger. However, there was a certain... minor charm to it that made understandable why people would want to eat it. The ease of how quickly and simple getting the food was also an appealing factor. Penelope began looking into what other fast food joints were nearby, curious to see if they were any better or worse.
She continued with experimenting with eating fast food, buying meals from Burger King, KFC, Pizza Hut, Arby's and a dozen other restaurants she was brought up believing was taboo, as well as frequently visiting her college's buffet-like dining hall. With every bite of grease fried nourishment, her taste palette slowly changed. She found her first taste of fast food to be barely tolerable, then after a while it became enjoyable to her taste buds and it wasn't long before she became completely hooked on fat filled, high calorie aliments. Her dorm room became littered with bags and bags of takeout as making meals from scratch became too much of a hassle even as her preferred grocery stores began opening in limited capacity or started offering road side pick up.
While she was glutting herself, she was also improving her English and more avenues of entertainment was becoming open to her. She could watch more American TV and streaming sites, play more American video games and visit American forums and social media sites. With no classes to go to and with the campus's gym closed, Penelope spent all day just eating takeout and loafing around her dorm room.
Naturally, this lifestyle had an adverse effect on the once fit and svelte French lass, although she tried her hardest to remain willfully ignorant of the gains her body was making. Her body quickly plumped up to well over three times her original size and growing bigger everyday. Her once beautifully sharp facial features became plush and squishy. Her slender arms and thighs became soft and wobbly. Her breasts suffered the least growth, only going from a b-size cup to a c-size, which looked decidedly small on her heavily fat laden torso. The most extreme addition to her body though had to be the increased sized of her buttocks. It was easily the largest feature on her body, possibly the biggest booty of anyone currently on the campus. Her ass and hips was now so wide that they would slightly brushed against doorways and jutted out far enough her cheeks could be used as a small table if she stood still. Whenever she sat down, her padded gluts added a few increases to her height like a natural booster seat. Even the largest, stretchiest panties she had brought with her was like thongs swallowed up by her cavernous backside.
One day, as she was getting dressed to go eat lunch at the dining hall, she ripped her favorite pair of pant shortly after struggling for nearly half an hour to get them around her waist. She was forced to realize that she had become what she and her family hated: a fat pig suckling off the high calorie greed of consumerism. Her growling stomach gave her little time to reflect on the matter and, looking through her closet, she realized she only had one outfit combination that could fit her: an old Garfield t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms designed around the French national football team. With tears swelling in her eyes, she put the t-shirt, which was one size too small, and the bottoms, which was barely elastic enough to fit around her globe-like butt cheeks but not enough to keep them from wedging deeply into her crack and being so tight and form fitting that they were basically painted on.
Now adequately covered up, she made her gluttonous walk of shame through the college grounds, getting slightly winded by the short walk from her dorm to the dining hall. The campus grounds was more crowded than usual since the pandemic began and people who saw Penelope started commenting on her and now she was fluent enough in English to understand them.
"Hey isn't that the French girl? The one who was a basic twig. She got so thicc!"
"Damn, Frenchie's got a ghetto booty! I wonder if she's seeing anyone..."
"Wow, those pants look so cute. I wonder if she'll tell me where she bought them?"
Penelope blushed, still embarrassed about her size but also a little flattered and confused that she was attracting so much attention. She couldn't help but put a sexy hip strut in her walk as she waddled towards the dining hall, feeling her arse bouncing and swaying with each step. It was french fry day and, while they weren't actually a French meal, Penelope would still eat a ton of them and add to the width of her "thicc" derriere.
