Miss Marceline!

I had been wearing a pink dress that had fit me so perfectly before. Now the material strained against my ass and boobs as well as outlines my belly. I was doing some grocery shopping which is ironic since that’s where we ran into each other last time.

I had filled my basket up with 14 pints of ice cream because of a new “challenge” I was going to be doing. I turned the corner and suddenly bumped into someone.

“owe watch where you’re going fat as-“ I watched as realization hit him. “Blondiee?” He chuckled.

“That was rude” was the only thing I could think to say I grabbed his out stretched hand and he seemed surprised by my new weight as he pulled me up.

“you look like you’ve been eating good…” he looked into my basket, “or bad I should say”

my cheeks heated in embarrassment.

He looked like realization hit him for a second I didn’t know why but then he said, “wait, are you pregnant?”

I was shocked…how could he even think that. “What? Why?”

“because your belly is so much rounder I can see it through your dress and your boobs have like tripled in size looks like your dress is struggling to hold them in…

“no im not pregnant I just really like food” I said.

He looked me up and down and chuckled, “damn did you just discover it or something you must’ve gained at least 60lbs”

“I haven’t gained that much…” i accidentally dropped one of the pints of ice cream and when i bent over to pick it up I heard him mutter a curse under his breath.

“you’ve gotten so much bigger then I realized. What does your old cheer team think? There’s no way they are still friends with you.”

“They are actually” I said even though I knew it wasn’t really true. We still saw each other sometimes but they teased me constantly. “If you would excuse me I have to go”

“yeah to the gym” he said with a smirk before walking away.