When Jenny arrived at school the next morning, she walked with a newfound confidence in the fact that she was drop dead sexy. Brad followed closely beside, giving her sideways glances, trying to figure out what to say to his friend about her weight before they arrived at school. In the end, he chicken out and Jenny pushed open the front doors and strode in shaking her abundant robot fat around for everyone to see. Everyone who saw her went silent and stared, several people rubbing their eyes in disbelief. Brad was sweating buckets, worried that someone was going to laugh or start making fun of his friend, but everyone just gawked in shock over Jenny’s metamorphoses from skinny robot to bouncy, blubbery machine.

Jenny walked past them all with her chins up and a seductive smile on her face, making sure to add a wiggle to her walk. Her ass cheeks, barely hidden under the sheet of blue metal she called a dress, rubbed together as she moved. Her breasts were just as wobbly, bouncing on her chest as she strutted her goods for everyone to see. The silent student body followed the jiggly bits on the robot teen as she passed them until she was alone with Brad at her locker. Out of everyone’s sight, Jenny let out a small squeal.

“Oh my God! That was so great! Everyone was looking at me and checking out my new body! I’m so hot now and everyone knows it!” Jenny pumped her fist in victory, her breasts bobbing as she made the sudden movement. Brad tried not to stare, but it was hard with the massive knockers right in front of him.

“I bet they’ll be staring even more after I get even bigger,” Jenny said with absolute excitement as she already pictured herself with an even bigger set of tits and ass bouncing around for guys to gawk at. She had gotten a taste of attention when she walked through the door this morning, but she wanted more. Like her appetite, her desire to see herself get bigger was growing. She’d make herself even more jiggly one binge at a time.

“Jenny I don’t think that’s a good…” Brad tried to say, but the first bell rang and they had to go to their classes. He watched Jenny walk off, his eyes drifting down to her big round booty. As he started to drool, he slapped himself on the cheek. Bad Brad, that’s Jenny, his friend, no ogling.

Or at least, try not to do it too much.



Got me a baby she's hard as nails
She's my heavy metal love
She plays guitar just like a ringin' the bell
She's my heavy metal love
Leather and lace, you know what I've found
She's my heavy metal love
When the lights go up, she gets down
She's my heavy metal love

Sitting at a booth, Jenny had a mountain of food placed in front of her, all of it greasy, fatty and full of calories, the perfect recipe to get her breasts big enough to get every guy noticing. She didn’t have a fork or knife, they would only slow her down. The void in her belly that constantly demanded food was telling her to eat, but she took a moment to appreciate being this sexy before ascending to even higher levels of beauty. She spent five seconds reflecting before she started cramming fries in her mouth by the handful.

The food barely touched her tongue before she swallowed it, tasting her meal was tedious when all she really wanted was a full belly. Her throat undulated as she swallowed, taking massive amounts of food to her belly to be stored before it was digested into mass. She stuffed several burgers into her mouth, chewing on them to get them down her gullet and sending grease down her multiple chins. She knew she was making a mess and that she should stop to clean up, but she was just so hungry and even to pause for a second to wipe seemed like torture.

Onion rings, donuts, potatoes chips, pizza, cup cakes, chicken wings, a jug of chocolate milk shake all went down her greedy gullet until the mountain off food was just a greasy stain on the table. Jenny then paused, not because she was full, but rather because her belly had expanded out so far that it was squishing into the table pinning her to her seat. She couldn’t move or destroy the booth so she waited to digest her meal before getting more because she was far from full.

I like the caress of steel
It's the hard edge that I feel
Heavy metal love
She's my heavy metal love
Ooh yeah heavy metal love
She's my heavy metal love

It had been several days since Jenny had started binging and if Brad had to guess he’d say Jenny was up more then several hundred pounds. He stared at his friend from his front door as she waited to walk to school with him, her new weight leaving the boy reeling. Everything about Jenny was bigger, not just her flesh, some how even her hair looked bigger. Her face was much rounder especially around the cheeks, making her look cute. However, Brad would not call anything else about her cute. Her breasts were the size of beach balls. Her blue metal top acted like a tiny tube top, letting Brad see the bottom and top of her huge orb like breasts. Her belly sagged out nearly a foot, still not as big as her boobs, but it was certainly no potbelly. Her screw bellybutton had become an innie. Her thighs were as wide and thick as Brad’s waist, her skirt only reaching her upper thigh. Fat arms hung at Jenny’s side, no doubt as strong as before, but now her big arms looked like they could tear steal apart like paper.

“What’s the hold up? We’re going to be late,” Jenny complained and turned around to start heading to school, exposing the biggest, juiciest part of her. Jenny’s skirt hardly covered her colossal rump as it now hung out behind her like two huge boulders of bouncing fat. It was hard to remember that Jenny was a machine because her ass shook like any normal booty would, the cheeks smacking together as she walked. Her crack was exposed shifting with the cheeks. Her crack was so big that Brad could shove his hand in there and probably reach all the way to his shoulder before he hit anything but a soft white ass flesh. He forced that thought out of his head as he licked his dry lips. He had to stop thinking about Jenny’s sexy bits and start thinking about talking to her about her new size. That’s what he told himself as he followed closely behind Jenny to school, his eyes glued to her rear as it bounced with her steps.

She's not the kind of girl
You bring home to mom
She's my heavy metal love
She's dirty and mean
But she's lots of fun
She's my heavy metal love

Brad was standing along at his locker, trying to think about what to say to Jenny, when the last two people he wanted to talk to came up to him.

“Hey loser, I didn’t know your robot friend came in industrial size. I’ve seen dump trucks that weren’t as big as that scrap heap.”

“Hello Brit. Hello Tiff,” Brad said through gritted teeth as the popular girls came over to mock his friends. These two prima dona’s had always been on Jenny’s case, making fun of her style, her attitude, everything about her. Brad had been dreading when they went after her about her weight and was surprised that they hadn’t said anything sooner. They had probably been taking their time, coming up with as many fat jokes as they could to lob at Jenny.

“Where is the blubber bus? Is our tin platted fattie putting a buffet out of business,” Tiff teased and Brad scowled at her in response. The girls laughed cruelly, thinking of how they were going to destroy whatever self-esteem Jenny had. They were so busy wallowing in their own malice that they never noticed Jenny had arrived.

“I’ll have my report finished by Monday Mr. Morrison,” Jenny called out to her teacher as she ran towards Brad, her eyes on her teacher and not where her blubber was bouncing. It all happened so fast. Jenny’s wobbling ass smacked into Brit and Tiff hard, sending them both flying to the side, right into Brad’s open locker. The two bullies were stuffed into Brad’s locker and without a second thought, Brad closed his locker to seal them in.

“Hey Brad, did I miss anything?” Jenny asked, unaware of the two girl’s she had accidentally slapped with her booty while she was running. Brad just shook his head, not willing to tell Jenny about what she had done to the Crust Cousins. He walked with Jenny to their next class, reminding himself to be careful around that big booty of hers. It could be a deadly weapon.