Don't Be Hatin'

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08/23/2008

Melissa was a bitch. Everybody knew that and acknowledged it. She was the only one to remain blissfully unaware (or ignorant) of it. She saw her boyfriend further down the hall and casually walked up to him.

Melissa was not petite or skinny like the other girls; neither was she curvatious. She was downright….porky. She had on form-fitting slacks that barely covered every curve. Her belly poked out over the pants and under her shirt resulting in an unsightly muffin top of gross proportions. Her thick hips wobbled from side to side as she lumbered forward. A tight white shirt (barely) covered her breasts and her stomach. She wasn’t gargantuan, but she wasn’t no Jessica Alba for sure. Her long messy blonde hair was tucked in a small ponytail and thrown over one shoulder. Her slight double chin grew taught upon seeing that her boyfriend was checking out some of the other girls with some of his buddies. She came in for the kill.

“Bozo!” she shouted, “What are you doing?!”

Steve turned around and let out an inaudible sigh. It was going to be one of those days. His girlfriend was on another rant, and he had to try and stop her. “Oh, hey babe. How are you?” He moved closer in an attempt to hug her.

She stepped back and put a palm up to his chest, keeping her distance. “What were you just doing?” she demanded.

“Nothing! I was just talking to Mike and Tim when you showed up.”

“LIAR!” she accused. “You were checking out the girls! I SAW you! You were checking out Katerina, weren’t you? I KNEW you had a thing for her! What a WHORE!!!!”

Steve swooped in, trying to minimize the damage. “Listen, baby, you know that you are the only one for me. I’d never even think about looking at another girl. You’re all I need.”

Melissa decided to accept this, and (as penance for making her upset), allowed Steve to carry her books to class. She had him on a very tight leash, and he knew that. He wished that, someday, he could break that leash without fear of a major conflict ending with him injured in various ways. They stopped outside the door of her History class to kiss goodbye, when something caught Melissa’s eye.

At the opposite end of the hallway, there was something blue. But it wasn’t an object; it was a person. In this case, a 17 year-old girl named Violet Beauregarde. She could’ve blended into any high school. She had long, wavy brown hair, eyes bluer than the ocean, and curves that seemed to turn the heads of all the guys. Not stunning, but definitely pretty. The only thing that isolated her from everybody else was her skin. Violet’s skin was a deep, rich sapphire blue. She was a splash of blue in a sea of black and white. This, unfortunately, made her a huge target for Melissa’s cruel humor.

“OH MY GOD! What is THAT?!” she gaped.

“Honey,” Steve began, “leave her alone. She’s new. She just transferred here from Bethel. Don’t you think she has it hard enough?”

Melissa could not respond with words. Instead, she laughed. And not a “Ha-ha” polite type laugh, but rather a loud, obnoxious, braying laugh that caught the attention of everybody in the hallway. Pretty soon, everybody was staring at Violet, looking her over, unsure of what to make of this odd spectacle. Violet, embarrassed, quickly walked away from the crowd.

“Nice” Steve said sarcastically.

“Shut up” Melissa said sternly. She grabbed his head and pulled him in for a kiss. She then grabbed her belongings and went into her class just as the first bell rang.

 

Over the next few weeks, Melissa would focus on Violet as an object of ridicule. Melissa was CONSTANTLY making fun of violet’s skin color, her funny accent, and the fact that Violet really didn’t have any friends. The abuse varied from name calling, to harassment in the locker rooms, and to prank calls. The harassment was so severe that Violet had to eat lunch in the bathroom, so that Melissa couldn’t catch her in the lunchroom and try to “quarantine” her to a single table by herself (“For the safety of everyone else” Melissa said). Violet was tired of it all.

 

One day, Violet was walking from the cafeteria with her tray of food down to the unused bathroom. When she got to the end of the dark corridor, she was very surprised to see Melissa waiting there. Before Violet could say anything, Melissa began launching into a tirade about how Violet has been hitting on Steve, and how she is trying to break up her and Steve. Violet just stood there and nodded. She knew that the windbag would lose her air eventually. This time, however, Melissa wasn’t going to let this “incident” go.

Before she had time to react, Melissa socked Violet right in the stomach. Violet cried out in pain, and sank to the floor. Her purse, along with the full tray of food, fell to the floor; it’s contents spilling everywhere. Violet scrambled to pick everything up, but before she could, Melissa bent down and picked up a small blue box.

Violet saw the opportunity and seized it.

“No!” she yelped, “That’s my favorite gum! They only sell it at one place, and I got the last box!”

Melissa, being the glutton that she was, didn’t have to think twice about what to do next. She quickly tucked the gum away in her own purse. “That’s what you get for eye-fucking my boyfriend. Don’t let me see you looking at him again.” And with that, she turned around and walked down the corridor. She didn’t see the small smile creep up Violet’s face.

 

Because she had spent so much time accosting Violet, Melissa had missed lunch and was now running late for Biology. She walked into the classroom five minutes late and sat down. The teacher barely acknowledged her presence. After countless detentions, suspensions, and phone-calls home, the teacher decided to let nature run it’s course. The teachers came to realize that there was nothing they could do to properly discipline Melissa, so they let her do as she pleased. Let her fail her subjects; they had tried their best.

Melissa sat down in the only empty seat towards the back of the classroom. There was one girl diagonally behind her, but that was it. Melissa could do as she pleased. She decided to text Steve (who was home sick) and bother him for a while. After bullying him into picking her up after school, she out the phone away and looked around the room. She saw the clock and realized that there was still 45 minutes left of class. Unsure of what she could do, she rummaged in her purse to see if her Gameboy was still in there. 45 minutes was more than enough time to level up Pikachu and defeat Misty in the Cerulean Gym. While she was digging around, she came across the small blue box that she had taken from Violet. At the same time, she felt her stomach give a long grumble. She had missed lunch, and she hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before. She was famished. She decided to have Steve pick her up early and take her somewhere for lunch. She’d have some gum to tide her over for the time being. She quickly texted Steve to inform him of her plans, and then turned her attention to the small box.

It wasn’t very big or flashy. On the front it said “Wonka’s Famous 3-Course Chewing Gum”. ‘Sounds weird,’ she thought. The box said that each piece had the flavor of Tomato Soup, Roast Beef with a side of Baked Potato, and a Blueberry Pie A La Mode for dessert. ‘Sounds like some cheap novelty shit’ she thought. She opened the box and saw that only one piece was missing. The pieces were small, though, so she decided to pop the remaining three pieces into her mouth. She then crumpled up the small box and sank a three-point shot into the nearest wastebasket. She failed to notice the tiny ‘Warning’ label printed on the side of the box.

At first she tasted nothing. Then, as if a light switch had been turned on somewhere, flavor flooded her mouth. She had to grip the desk to prevent herself from falling out of the chair. The taste of thick, rich tomato soup flooded her palate, filling up her mouth in mere seconds. She swallowed and was pleased to find out that the soup constantly replenished itself in her mouth. The deliciousness lasted for about 2 minutes before it began to fade away. She wasn’t disappointed, though, as it was immediately replaced with the taste of juicy, succulent roast beef. She felt as if she was eating piece after piece of the world’s best roast beef. She hadn’t eaten a good, home-cooked meal in a long time, so this experience was almost new to her. When the roast beef left, it was replaced with a hot, buttery mashed potato. Although she regretted that there was no sour cream or bacon bits, she didn’t complain. She was just happy to have something in her stomach after a 14-hour hiatus. Finally, the Pièce de Résistance: fresh blueberry pie topped with vanilla ice cream. Melissa felt like she was rapidly being fed spoonful after spoonful of the world’s greatest blueberry pie. The deliciousness was almost orgasmic, and Melissa let out a barely audible moan of pleasure. Unlike the other dishes, though, the blueberry seemed to be lasting the longest. While the dessert was undoubtedly delicious, Melissa soon began to feel full. Her already tight pants began to feel a little uncomfortable and she moved around in her seat to adjust them.

Just then, the girl sitting behind Melissa gave her a little tap on the shoulder. “What?” Melissa snapped.

“Ummm…are you feeling okay?” the girl asked. “Your hand looks…blue…”

“What the hell are you-“ Melissa began, but she was soon cut off. Sure enough, her hand and wrist was becoming a light shade of indigo. Melissa shot out of her seat and bee-lined to the door. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she quickly told her teacher. The teacher just waved her on, not even looking up from her notes.

Not wanting to be seen, Melissa quickly strode down the dark corridor and went into the abandoned girls bathroom. She went to the mirror and looked at her hands. They were now a darker shade of blue, and the color seemed to be spreading up her arms. She lifted up her white t-shirt to reveal a blue belly and abdomen. She could see the blue reach her neck and spread all over her face. It was only a minute before every square inch of her body was a deep sapphire blue, similar to Violet. “What the hell is this?” she said, sounding nervous. Melissa began to hyperventilate, unsure of what she should do in this situation. That is when Melissa’s train of thought was interrupted by a peculiar sound.

A low, groaning noise came from her stomach. She quickly pulled up her shirt to reveal her already swollen abdomen. Suddenly, her stomach seemed to poke out a little further; and a little further; and a little further. She realized, to her horror that her stomach was expanding! “What the fuck is going on?!” she exclaimed. She continued to chew the delicious gum, unable to free herself from its hypnotic, addictive, delicious flavor. Her abdomen continued to swell out, until she looked four months pregnant. Her already tight pants grew tighter, and her leather belt had a lot of strain on it. She continued to swell when she had another peculiar feeling, this time in her chest. She quickly looked down and saw that her already ample breasts were beginning to blow up as well, growing to the size of volleyballs in a few seconds. Melissa, scared and unsure of what to do, backed into a stall and sat down. She could only stare in horror as she continued to bloat, her stomach now the size of a woman 7 months pregnant. Her bra was uncomfortably tight, but she couldn’t get it off. Her belt was restricting the swelling to her upper body, leaving her arms puffed out. The belt began to groan, but she couldn’t get the buckle undone. She whimpered, scared at the size of her now gargantuan tummy. She stood up to give herself more room to grow, but had trouble getting out of the stall.

The groaning noises from her rapidly expanding stomach were growing louder and more frequent. She just stood there in horror, as the noises grew louder, and louder, and louder until finally: ‘BOOM!’ Melissa’s belt was unable to grow any larger and it burst off her stomach, leaving the buckle horribly mangled. Her belly, now free to expand, swarmed into her jeans. They quickly burst off the top button, sending it ricocheting around the bathroom. Her pants unzipped and her belly gave an extra-large surge of happiness. She almost fell because of the rapid gravity shift. Then, her legs quickly started to plumpen, making up for lost time. In a few seconds, they were just swollen immovable stumps. Her bobs continued to grow, now reaching the size of car tires. Her stomach was 5 feet around and showed no sign of slowing down. ‘How big can I possibly get?’ she fearfully asked herself as she continued to expand. In the heat of the moment she began to cry. Suddenly, her vision was blue. She was able to wipe them off and she suddenly realized what she was filling up with. “Blueberries!” she cried.

The inflation showed no signs of slowing down. Buttons on her blouse began popping off, one by one. Her incredibly bloated form was taking up at least half of the bathroom. Finally, her bra gave up the fight and blew off with a ‘POW!’ She staggered back, surprised. Unfortunately, she accidentally got herself wedged between the doors of another stall. Her expanding form billowed around the metal doors, trapping her there. Her breasts were now the size of television sets, and there was blue juice dribbling from her nipples. Her ass began to inflate, pushing her skyward several feet until her head was almost touching the ceiling. Her pants were in tatters, and her underwear was split in half. Melissa felt the immense pressure grow, and grow until it began to become painful. Helpless, she started to scream.

“HELP!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!” It seemed like fortune was on her side when the bathroom door swung open not too long after. She suddenly realized, however, that this was not true. Violet calmly strolled in the bathroom, gazing up at the massive blob that Melissa had become.

“I see you enjoyed the gum,” Violet noted

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” Melissa shrieked.

“Me?” Violet said innocently. “You were the one who stole the gum from my purse. How could I have foreseen this?” She let out a small smirk.

“Just shut the fuck up and fix me!”

Violet pondered this for a moment. “I don’t think I can do that. Sorry”

Melissa looked enraged. “WHAT?!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” she shouted.

Violet broke out into a mischievous grin. “Now you know what it’s like. You made my life a living hell for the past few months. You openly ridiculed me, and you didn’t know my story. You couldn’t imagine my suffering. Now, you can.”

Melissa looked aghast. “You mean that’s why you’re blue?” Violet nodded. “But you’re not big! FIX ME!!”

Violet shook her head. “Even if I DIDN’T want you to suffer, I only had one piece of gum. You had 3. There’s no juicing machine around here. You’re up shit’s creek, I’m afraid.” Her smile grew wider. Just then, Melissa was hit with another growth spurt. Her belly, boobs, and ass all began to expand very quickly. Her backside soon filled the cubicle that she was stuck in. Her body began letting out a series of groans. “Ooohhh….” Violet said, “That can’t be good.” She slowly walked over to Melissa and pressed a finger into her enormous belly. It only went in about half an inch. Melissa let out a small groan.

"Please don't do that!" she pleaded.

“Well, it looks like my job is done” Violet said. “Have fun!” she said sweetly, and walked out of the bathroom, laughing wickedly.

Melissa began whimpering, the pressure becoming unbearable. With each chew, gallons and gallons of the delicious blueberry juice were being pumped into her body with no end in sight. Her body was letting off more audible groans; low, deep ones that seemed to reverberate throughout the tiny room. Soon, her hands and feet were completely engulfed by her body. She felt her cheeks and lips blow up, and she saw her head beginning to sink into the rest of her body. She was under a lot of pressure. The pressure kept mounting until-‘BAM!!’ The metal walls to the stall were unable to contain her massive girth any longer, and they broke off from their hinges. Melissa continued to blow up towards the ceiling and towards the walls, becoming bigger with each chew. She expanded until she felt like she could no longer.

Then, it stopped. She felt pressure, but nothing else. It took her a few seconds to notice the stretch marks. Her body, now 15 feet around, couldn’t ‘t contain the massive amount of juice. She saw little bits of flesh tremble, and she heard a low, creaking noise. Then, the inflation started once more. She grunted and screamed, her body unable to deal with the immense pressure. The creaking became louder, and she felt her body pulsating. “oooohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” she groaned, sensing that the end was near. She chewed furiously, unable to stop the deliciousness. Her body continued to blow up, and soon dark stretch marks appeared all over her skin. The creaking grew louder and the stretch marks grew closer and darker. Her body began pulsating and the creaking turned into a low rumble. ‘This is it!’ she thought. She braced herself for the inevitable.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and a small freshman girl walked in. She took one look at Melissa and gasped. “Are you alright?” she asked timidly.

That was it. “DO I LOOK OKAY?! YOU STUPID FUCKING BI-!”

 

Violet was on the other side of the building when she heard a tremendous ‘BOOM’ and felt the room shake. She gave a little smile and continued with her chemistry test.

 

EPILOGUE: The afternoon announcements described the shudder that everybody felt as a ‘mild seismic event’. Nobody was injured. One small freshman girl, Daniella, came back to her classroom covered in a sticky blue substance. She was unable to speak for quite some time after, and she is still under psychiatric evaluation for a severe case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. A multitude of janitors were called to the abandoned first-floor girls bathroom after it was vandalized with blue paint. They also found the bra and panties belonging to a girl. The entire school was forced to sit through a lecture about not only respecting school property, but respecting each other by not having sex on the floor of a school bathroom. Steve, who waited outside for 45 minutes for Melissa, got so fed up with her bitchiness and her controlling that he finally broke the leash and broke up with her. He was lucky enough to meet a lovely girl named Violet that very day…

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