Alice sighed discontentedly.
For the upteenth time, the formerly petit blond found herself gazing tight-lipped at her reflection in her full-body mirror. Every day, it was the same -- to the naked eye, at least. But the little black diodes on her fancy electronic scale didn't lie -- not only was Alice a bit chubby, she was getting chubbier. Quickly.
Her hand ran over the thin layer of pudge which had developed on her thighs on its way to pick at her strawberry-print panties, which had been growing steadily smaller around her little rear. Turning to view herself in profile, Alice grimaced. She cupped her soft tummy with both hands, finding enough creamy flesh to fill both of her palms, plus a bit left over. Permitting her throttled flesh to go free, she felt it give a tiny jiggle before falling back into place -- this place resting several inches beyond her panty-line. Even her breasts had gotten a small, yet noticeable, upgrade.
After another minute of examination, Alice begrudgingly accepted that she had not magically shrunk in the night, and proceeded to get dressed.
The skirt was shimmied on, the jacket buttoned slowly are carefully. Another quick glance revealed what Alice already knew -- She was going to need a new uniform if this kept up. She had stubbornly refused to tailor her own, feeling that it would be to admit her own lack of control over the situation, but the fact remained -- her second uniform was really beginning to show off her middle. Those original fifteen pounds were a memory now, growing into twenty, twenty-five. She didn't know exactly, never being able to bring herself to do the exact math anymore. Could she really have grown two sizes in one semester?
Yes, she thought to herself. Could, and did.
Looking at her reflection, tugging here and there to try and ease the tension on her growing form, Something had to be done. She hadn't spoken to her mother in weeks, Christmas break began in thirteen days, and all she ever did was eat and study, with the trend recently leaning toward the former. (Megans attempts at introducing Alice to society had been failing quite badly.)
Her thoughts strayed to the little 'ice cream incident' last weekend. What had happened there? She had been full -- beyond full. And yet she had gone and eaten what not even Ronnie, Megan and Sam could. She had stuffed herself for no good reason, with no apparent benefit other than a massive brain freeze and a night of painful tossing and turning as her poor stomach struggled to digest all that dairy. Why had she done that? It just wan't healthy!
She thought of Sam. When they had first met, she had been a stick. Perhaps even smaller than Alice had been. And now she was beginning to rival Ronnie in size! Did she want to end up like that? She thought about herself carrying Ronnie's girth. Hips large and meaty, belly hanging over her waist, butt bursting out of her pants, breasts wobbling with each step. She shivered. No, something had to be done. Not for her mother, but for her.
Alright, maybe Mother had a little to do with it.
But what? What could I do to be healthy in a place like this without starving myself?
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