“Kurt?” A voice cut across the din of the canteen “Kuuurrrttt?” He knew what was coming and sighed wearily, rolling his eyes at his friends who all gave exasperated sighs and annoyed glances in the direction of the voice. Each knew that there short time as a group today was over as soon as that shrill voice cut through the air.
“Jeez Kurt, why the hell are you still with that pain in the neck? I mean she is hot, but seriously? Are you not tired? She never lets you hang with us.” Gary said voicing the opinion of all the men round the table.
“How can you deal with someone so high maintenance?” Added Brian “What exactly does she do for you other than order you around? Man, you’re on a short leash!”
“KKKUUUUUURRRRTTTT!” screeched the voice as it forced its way toward them before finally finding a way through the huge body of people milling around. “There you are Kurt. Why did you not answer? Any way I need you to carry my bags to the next class.” Kurt turned to look at his own personal problem creator.
Kirsty stood before him, every inch the gorgeous but nagging girl Kurt now knew her to be. He sat looking at her, wondering to himself why he ever said yes to dating her. Kirsty stood at just over 5 foot in her socks. Not that she was ever seen without her heels, minimum 4 inches, sometimes up to 8 on nights out, but then she would order Kurt to carry her or pay for a taxi when her feet began to hurt. She had her standard 4 inch heels on now, helping to display her athletic and toned legs, bare till mid thigh where the denim skirt covered as little as possible, tightly following the curve of her heart shaped derrière. Her ass a nice bubble which she knowingly accentuated with her hips swinging as she walked. She revelled at the gawking expressions on the men’s faces as she swayed past.
Her top was a tight baby blue v-neck which her well proportioned D cups filled out perfectly, just showing a little cleavage, at least, enough to make sure that people were looking. She wore around her waist a fashionable brown belt to cinch her in and show her flat stomach to maximum effect. Kirsty flicked her hair back. Long, lustrous raven locks flowed free to half way down her back a small black alice band discreetly hidden in her hair kept it from falling across her face. She could look amazing with almond eyes and full lips, although with a slight masculine jaw line which gave her a look of authority, at least to her mind. A thin silver necklace with a diamond studded heart lay tantalisingly between the gentle swell of her breasts and drawing attention every time the light sparkled off it.
Kurt could barely believe his luck when Kirsty had first come over to him and asked him out, an absolute knock out asking him to dinner? He had jumped at the chance, but not long after he had begun to regret his moment of lust. Only the next day she began asking him to do things for her, only small “Get my hairbrush” or “Carry my shopping” but soon she was moaning if he spent more then 5 minutes away from her. He had thought about breaking it off, but every time he tried she ignored him or changed the subject now, however, he had thought of the perfect way to end her infernal demands and her whinging.
“Ready for a meal tonight babe?” he smiled through his gritted teeth as he shouldered the bag.
“Sure but don’t forget what I like to eat though and only champagne to drink, the good stuff.” She admonished him before turning on her heel expecting him to follow
“Of course sweetie only the best for you.” He said before turning to his mates. “Be round later I promise, after tonight she is gone”
“Heard that before” mumbled Gary
“You going to blow her off?” Asked Brian
“Something like that” Grinned Kurt wickedly.
Kurt was in the kitchen sweating away as he created a meal, he was having second thoughts until he heard the lazy Kirsty “Where is my drink Kurt?” The cheek of her galvanised him to action as he picked up a small syringe and injected the contents into the bottle. “Coming!” he shouted pleasantly and took the drinks through.
“Smells ok what is it?” she asked as they sat down he poured her a drink and took a beer for himself.
“Lemon chicken with home made egg free noodles” He said as he went to collect the food. He came back to see Kirsty draining her first glass of champagne and pouring another. He did not bother to pass comment on the way she downed the stuff like cheap wine but smiled as he realised that his plan was going well. Sitting down he placed the food in front of her and she began to eat, without a thank you, of course.
Kirsty drained her last glass and slumped in her chair “I’m stuffed” she managed. Kurt was a little anxious as he watched her carefully. The whole bottle was gone, yet there was no reaction. It didn’t work he thought, now she is going to spend all night here whining at me and-
“BURP!” He was cut short as Kirsty let fly with a tremendous belch. He looked at her as she rubbed her stomach in discomfort. “That chicken made me feel bloated you know” she complained as she gritted her teeth, it was looking like the bloating was causing her some pain. Her face drew into a puzzled frown as she rubbed her belly, her fingers probing and seeming to find it a little different. She moaned softly as Kurt looked round the table at the source of her discomfort. He noticed that her normally flat middle seemed a little puffy, like a small layer of fat was gathering there. Watching he smiled privately as he watched her bloat a little more, her stomach forming a small bump above her belt.
Kirsty fidgeted with her top pulling it down as it felt tight. “Kurt that dinner must have been really fatty I feel so full.” She moaned as Kurt wondered to himself if there was a little more cleavage on show now, the swell of her breasts peeking through the v-neck top. “What the?” Kirsty muttered as she looked at her now rounder stomach “What’s going on?” She grabbed the bottom of her shirt trying to get it to fit and Kurt saw with delight that a small line of pink flesh was visible under her top, love handles beginning to form to match what was now becoming a pot belly. “I look fat! Kurt, what the Hell?”
Kurt just stayed quiet, transfixed as he saw Kirsty’s body swell bigger. She gawked as her breasts started forward grabbing them with one arm and her belly in another as if trying to force them back to their original size. The line of flesh visible was slowly growing, a now visible muffin top on view as her belly and love handles spilled over her skirt. Kurt noticed her legs looking a little thicker, her thighs loosing a little of their tone as they grew, her legs already tight in her denim skirt now squashed together at the top.
Her eyes widened as she seemed to rise a little higher. Her ass was starting to grow and it caused her to rise a little in her seat. “What is happening to me? I am blowing up all over. Kurt do something!”
“Like what?” asked Kurt casually
“I don’t know do I? Phone a hospital or something! Oooo my stomach!” Kirsty looked at her belly as it seemed to grow faster still with a little glint her belly bar became visible as her top slipped higher up her now bigger middle. Kirsty stood up as she attempted to lessen the feeling of her bloating body, knocking her chair over in her rush. The crash of the chair caused her to look round and she noticed her ass now filling out behind her. Close to panic she grabbed it with both hands trying to arrest the growth but to do so she released her breast and belly, causing them to wobble and bounce as the growth she was trying to hold back surged forward. “Kurt? Why is this happening? It’s not possible.” She whimpered as her skirt moved up her legs looking more like a mini skirt now, trying to accommodate her expanding ass. Even her arms were thicker now, and Kurt was sure her cheeks looked a little fuller.
“You always were full of yourself Kirsty. I’m just helping you take the next logical step, see how full of yourself you can get.”
Suddenly the expansion seemed to change gear, as her breasts leapt forward, her top flying up to now over the top of a huge belly revealing a mass of bare bloated flesh, in panic she tried to undo her belt as it began to cut into her waist, but it was too late and she could not loosen it enough to release the catch, Her skirt lifted a little higher and creaked as a small split became visible in the seam, Kirsty’s legs thickening so much the skirt could not contain them, the denim forcing its way higher and higher barely covering her now huge butt. “HELP!” She squealed unable to hold back the fear in her voice as she grew out of control. Her eyes screwed up as her bra and belt bit into her tight and unforgiving while her body filled more and more. The sounds of popping threads came to Kurt’s ears and he saw her blue top begin to tear round her thick arms every pop sending a little ripple over her growing limbs. He noticed she was still on her heels, her bloated feet stuck inside, causing her to wobble as her balance constantly changed. Her calves were now bigger then her thighs were to begin with and her thighs like trunks wobbling and growing constantly. Her belt was keeping her waist tightly cinched but he could see the stitching starting to fray as the belt reached its limits.
With a ripping sound her top began to fail, the blue top popping and ripping down its length as her breasts grew bigger, and Kurt noticed her white panties visible now after her skirt began to ride over her enormous ass. Her lips cheeks and face were also bloated now, but Kirsty could barely speak, paralysed with the horror of what was happening to her, all she could manage was a whimper with each stitch that died. She could no longer reach round her belly with her hands and had long given up trying to hold the inevitable growth back, almost as if agreeing with her the belt snapped with a bang making her scream, for a second believing it was her. The belt was almost a sign of surrender as first her top tore through and with a crack her denim skirt followed moments later. Her body now free began to get rounder. Clad in just a bra which she was spilling from in every direction, panties which now looked closer to a thong in comparison to her huge ass and still in her heels, Kirsty felt tears begin to roll down her bloated cheeks.
Kirsty tried to walk once more to the phone but the heels made it almost impossible to move as her huge thighs rubbed together, walking with a slow waddle she managed a step or two but the heels stopped her dead as she nearly tripped with her third, falling now would mean no chance of help. Her bloated arms began to rise and she wiggled her fingers in a futile attempt to keep some semblance of movement as she became more spherical. With a snap Kirsty’s bra tore apart letting her gigantic assets loose almost throwing her to the floor with the release of pressure, Kirsty was now wide eyed and terrified twisting her neck to look at Kurt, pleading in her eyes, her long, dark hair tickling her rounded enormous body. “Pwwese” she mumbled through her swollen cheeks and lips “Hewp me pwwwmmm MMMMM!” she squealed as her mouth all but sealed. Kurt stood up.
“I just wanted to see you speechless babe.” Grinned Kurt as Kirsty felt her arms and thighs begin to disappear into her huge globe of a torso “I’m going to see Gary and tell him that I am finished with my high maintenance lady,” He approached her slowly “You know, he asked if I was going to blow you off tonight? I told him he was close.”
“MMMMPHHH!” Kurt put a finger to her mouth.
“Shush, I want to remember you just like this” He leant forward and kissed her on her now massive lips which were puckered with pressure, and then Kurt walked to the door put on his coat and turned round “I’d say don’t call, but I know you wont” Kurt opened the door looking at what Kirsty had become. She was one giant ball with two large domes on her top half, her head stuck out looking with fear as she saw her last hope leaving, long hair cascading down a swelling frame which still had two hands poking out. Kurt could not help but smile as he noticed the giant ball of flesh Kirsty had become was still wearing her heels which looking rather out of place on the feet of such a massive body.
“Goodbye Kirsty.” He said, and shut the door behind him.
Kirsty stood very still unable to scream and terrified to move as a globe in heels when one, final, nasty surprise came her way. She was no longer growing, yet she was still filling. She was tighter and tighter, fuller and fuller, filling every last space, and as one last tear rolled down her face two things popped into her head, the first was she could have been nicer, the second, that it was a little late to think of that...