The Berry Brothel

The alarm on your alarm clock clicked on with a loud crash. The opening guitar riff of Johnny B. Goode yanks you away from dreamland and back into the waking world. It didn’t need you to have been up for hours already. Today was the day. After racing to your bathroom, the taste of blueberries fills your mouth" “Weird. This is mint toothpaste” you think.

Getting dressed you pull on the smart blue suit and coordinated red belt you picked out just for today. Reaching into your pocket you pull out the crumbled golden ticket “Congratulations! You are cordially invited to spend the day as my guest for a tour of my chocolate factory signed Mr. Willy Wonka. Please arrive at 9 am on the first of October” you read that ticket so many times you could recite it from memory. Placing the ticket back in your pocket a flash of blue catches your eye. Looking closer, your entire arm is a deep shade of blue. You blink in confusion. Your arm is normal the same as it ever was. 

Grabbing your coat you head out to the factory for what may be the most important day of your life. On the way out of the house you grab a fresh piece of gum. The taste is strong but oddly unctuous and rich with a tomato flavor that is weird but not unpleasant. You take another chomp but now the flavor has changed to a normal mint. A third chomp proves similar, more mint.

The first room of the factory is bizarre, sterile and white with bizarre coat hooks that move like hands. As you sign the various NDAs and legal waivers your stomach grumbles strangely feeling full and bloated instead of empty.

The next room is more of what you are expecting. A room made of candy! You and the other guest spread out to sample whatever treat you find. Your body is giving you trouble somehow, your limbs don't want to move, they feel tight and turgid at once, too heavy and too full. But the feeling passes and you soon find yourself able to move freely if a little stiff as your muscles relax.

 The guest falling into the river proves strange, adding to the pile of strange feelings you have felt today. The workers dancing makes your body shiver. As if hands are pressing against you. Shoving you. When the song ends, the feeling vanishes. You almost miss it.

The boat ride, in all its hazy strangeness, squeezes you full of  both dread and anticipation as if you know what is about to happen that it has all happened before.

The boat docks at the inventing room.

The everlasting gobstopper.

The gum is a three course dinner.

The tomato soup.

The roast beef with baked potato, crispy skin and butter!

The pie.

You’re standing in an alley under a neon sign reading “Too fat for that, a life well fed.” Curious, you open the door and push inside. Your skinny body struggling with the heavy turnstile. You stare down a long hallway lit only by the lights of diorama cases. 

On your left is the first one. A set of workout clothing hangs like a pinned butterfly, a large rip in the seam along the thigh. You smile in recognition. You have the same outfit, still intact, of course. You look at the plaque on the wall. On this day, you ripped your favorite workout outfit on your first day in the gym in months. You decided, Workouts: Maybe I’m too fat for that! 

The date on the plaque confuses you. The year was wrong. It’s still two years away!. Confused, you moved on to the next case. Suddenly conscience of the tightness of the pants you are currently wearing. 

The next display showed two receipts for large cheese pizzas. The time stamps read around an hour apart. This time, the date on the plaque was six months after the ripped pants incident.  “On this day,” it said, “Ordering for one. I’m too fat for that!” Your stomach grumbles loudly as you finish reading. You rub the part hanging out of your shirt. After you finish this bonkers museum, a buffet trip was definitely in order. The light snack of 4 burgers wasn't going to hold you much longer. 

Instead of a display case, the next exhibit was a photograph.  The photo showed the outside of your favorite clothing store all decked out for their new arrivals event. The date was now roughly three years in the future. Something like a memory blooms in your mind. You and your friends are trying on the new summer styles. You are more excited than anyone. Your clothing hasn't been fitting right. It's tight in all the wrong ways, so now is a great time to sadly size up. But even the largest style they have doesn’t fit right. After what will feel like the hundredth item, you give up. Dejectedly thinking, “normal clothing stores, too fat for that”.

The sting of new memory is intensified as you look down at yourself. Wondering if the day you outgrow plus-size clothing stores would be farther down the hall.

Moving to another display case, there is a booth for a chain restaurant close to your house. Without reading the plaque, you know what would happen here. The table, biting into your belly. Your ass wedged in the seat. It wouldn't be comfortable, but you would be too hungry to care. After the first entree, the pressure would start becoming unbearable. The cocktail would help soothe it while you eat a second entree. Your favorite at this restaurant. Now, properly stuffed, you go to get out of the booth and are stuck. It takes an embarrassing hour to get you free. Waddling out of the restaurant, you sigh sadly. Booth’s guess, I’m too fat for that.

The next case was the largest yet. A car sat in it. The driver door was open, seat pressed back, steering wheel raised to its highest degree, and it still pressed into your gut. You would hate that car by the end. Each trip, a reminder of how much larger you would get. The floor was covered in layers of fast food bags and wrappers. The scent of grease so soaked in, no amount of air fresheners would cover it up. A feeling of pride swells within you. Staring at this car, you would someday no longer fit in. Alternative revenue streams have now become your mainstream, You could work from home and get delivery. The struggle with your car would be a thing of your future past. Smiling, you think, driving. Too fat for that! 

Sweat runs down your face as you waddle away from your old car. Your body jiggles and shakes with every ponderous step. Your knees are screaming. This is the most exercise you have gotten in years. And you don't like it. The payoff better be worth your effort.

You smile at the next display, it's a pair of pants so large they would be a tent on a normal person. They are the last pair of pants you would ever wear, deciding that it wasn't worth the effort to cram all your soft flesh into a prison of cotton. Your viewers didn't seem to mind in fact, this particular pair of pants had bought you an amazing feast even by your standards. You live-streamed it as a celebration called Pants? I'm too fat for that!

The next case fills you with a bit of nostalgia. It's filled with your old computer chair and armchair. The day you couldn't fit in the armchair was sad, it had been a gift, and it had served you faithfully, also it had really tied the room together. But the day you got stuck, your hips firmly squished into a space you had been forcing them into far too long. Ment the end of an era. Moving your Steam setup into your living room and settling yourself onto the couch ,you restarted your stream with a chipper greeting! Guess what guy’s I’ve moved to the Couch because Chairs! I’m too fat for that!

“You were like show right Bryonna, sitting on two chairs is show much better than one” Taylor said drunkenly. The drinks that people had been giving to her were starting to catch up with her. She felt so silly. Silly, for ever worrying about her weight or her size or Bryonna. She rubbed the top of her belly lazily trying to sooth the overful ache that had started to set in

“I told you mmhp” Bryonna started to reply before a large bite of pizza was brought to her mouth. Through a combination of alcohol and sheer size both of the cheerleaders had become pigs for the crowd. beached at the table, too drunk and full to protest. they would simply eat whatever was brought to their mouth, and allowed anyone who wanted to have a feel or rub or grope. 

“Hey, hey, hey Bryonna, be honest with me. mmmh god that felt good. How did you get into this?”

“What do you mean? Hic”

Taylor gestured around the room before a massive burp passed her lips. she downed a frozen Margarita someone had left for her to wash out the taste “you know Thish, the being fat stuff. how did you get into it?”

“Oh, It was a movie I saw as a kid.-Hic- there was a scene .-Hic- when i  watched it .-Hic- older turned me on. And from there my fate was sealed,.-Hic- went down an internet rabbit hole and still havent hit the bottom. Oh spank it again please that felt so good! Over time the cravings evolved and got more complex. ‘EEp!’ I discovered padding when I was in college. .-Hic- I loved how it let me live out a fantasy for a ‘EEp!’ weekend when my roommates went home. -Buuuuurp- But yea that’s my story”

“OMG I so get you, buuurp!’’ I remember seeing Jessica Rabbit and thinking ‘I wish I could look like her!’ ‘ahh’ The answer was a shitload of plastic surgery, ‘pppft’, but I do have the dress somewhere.’ mmh’ I wear it for Trevor on his birthday. oooh Though knowing what I know now I might try something a bit different this year”

“Oooh sexy, sexy. ‘mmhp’ let me know if you need any help. ‘Oooh god that feels good’ if your planning what I think your planning”

I will, don't worry. So one other question, If you like being big so much ‘Buurp’ why not just get fat? Let yourself go and do it for real?

Bryonna sighed and stared at her drink “The reason I tell myself is it's because I work a corporate job, and it's hard enough to be a woman in business let alone to be a fat woman in business. But thinking about it now. I think I'm just afraid. I like having guys stare at my ass in the subway and that when I go out, people buy me drinks. Pretty privilege is a thing and I don’t want to give it up, not yet.” 

Bryonna looked up at Taylor. Tears streamed down the side of her face ”that’s so deep! I feel like a shallow bitch for mocking you. I’m Sorry Bryonna!

Bryonna wanted to hold the crying girl, comfort her. Instinctively she began to get up before being dragged back into her two chairs by the sheer weight of her ass collapsing back into her seat. She felt the chairs sag and creak under her “maybe three chairs would have been better” she thought to herself. She reached her hand across the table. Taylor took it and held it like a life raft. “It's ok Taylor. You were thrown into the deep end without knowing how to swim or with water wings. Just think about how much you have enjoyed this evening and see how you feel in a few days.”

Trevor saw Taylor sobbing from the bar where he was getting more drinks for the two oversized cheerleaders. He didn't like seeing her this upset. He wasn't proud of tricking Taylor into trying his fetish. But with how diet obsessed and fatphobic she could be, he couldn't figure out a good way to tell her about his fetish that she would understand. so he had tricked her, and given how it had all turned out he wasn't sorry. The two cheerleaders were neck and neck. All it would take is one more point to tip the scales. Currently the Red team had the ball and were driving down the field. He looked back at the two cheerleaders. Bryonna’s huge ass was so hot, he had been staring at it the whole time they had been loading up their plates. imagining what it would be like to stick his cock into that much soft fat. His girlfriend on the other hand had grown such massive tits it was unreal. He was going to have so much fun playing with them when they got back to the room tonight. The red team was so close to scoring, one more catch and. “Touchdown” Trevor yelled. Ecstatic he looked at the clock, there was no way the green team would be able to score. it was all over.

“What's going on?” Bryonna slurred as everyone looked up at the screen. 

“Hey where did everyone go? Hic” Taylor added. 

Rick came on the microphone. “That's everyone's game, everyone. Ladies waddle those fat asses up here. It's time to claim your prizes!”

With a grown both drunk pigs struggled to get to their feet. Aided by a small army of people. All eager to earn favor with either one of the cheerleaders. Bryonna rubbed at her stomach. Massaging the pale dome of flesh is the closest she can get to pleasuring herself now, given her size. Just the touch on her soft gut sent shivers up her spine.

By the time they made it to the center of the stage both women were huffing and puffing. Rick guided Taylor to an oversized throne in the middle of the stage while Bryonna collapsed into a couch behind them. The chair creaked ominously as Taylor settled her plush rear into it. While her growth was not as rear-centric as Bryonna's. She was still shocked to see how close her hips came to the arms. This chair was wide enough to fit two of the old her, now it barely held one. Rick presented her with a red cocktail in a fancy glass “Ladies and Gentlemen give it up for our winner! As a reminder, Taylor, your prize is an all inclusive weekend for you and your guest upstairs in the Candy Casino!” He raised his glass. Everyone else followed suit. With a wave, Taylor downed her glass and waited for the last change to start. 

The weight began to pile on faster than before. Filling her belly with warmth, it began to fill her lap completely. Her breast began to blow up threatening to finally burst out of her straining top. Lower, she felt a cold pressure at her thighs. pressed into the sides of the chair the last glimpse of her red skirt disappearing from view. The chair began creaking louder as more weight was piled onto it. Taylor's arms blew up, bingo wings jiggling into existence. her fingers plumped up into sausages, as they rubbed her plumping cheeks. Moving her mouth she could feel a second and third chin press into her heaving breasts. Her top was so tight Taylor was sure it was going to burst. Then all at once it stopped. Taylor rubbed all over her body feeling her new size. She felt soft and plush like a teddy bear. She felt huge and heavy, even lifting her arm strained her muscles leaving her nearly panting. Her stomach had made it all the way to her knees sticking out very much like she was pregnant with an elephant, if not for the multiple rolls.

Rick approached her. “Congrats again Taylor, Now if you want you can stay a bit longer, or you can head off to enjoy your prize”. Taylor moved to stand up and leave the stage. only to collapse back into the chair. her body jiggling despite her only raising her ass a quarter inch off the seat. She tried again to the same result. She tried again, this time she felt the problem: her hips were stuck. Pressed tight into the arms of the throne she was seated in, Taylor couldn't get herself free. She watched as the crowd that had been cheering her on moments ago began to laugh at her struggle, laugh at the fatty who got too big to- “I’m sorry Miss Taylor that was my little prank” Rick reappeared by her side and pressed a hidden button on the chair causing it to spread apart a bit further allowing Taylor to wobble to her unsteady feet. She looked around at the crowd, no one was laughing, or at least not cruelly like she feared. A few chuckles at Rick’s prank but mostly just smiles and looks of lust as she waddled off stage. taking a seat on a couch set for her to the right side of the stage.

“And now for our runner up” with a distinctly piggish grunt Bryonna heaved herself off of the couch and waddled up to Rick. “As your consolation prize You will get one night of relaxation with one of our special overnight treatments” he held out a shot glass full of blue liquid Bryonna’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates “Is that what I think it is?” 

Rick smiled “yep” he waved to the staff “let's get these tables out of the way we are gonna have some fun”

Bryonna took the shot and waddled to the front of the stage “what is that Bry?” Taylor asked “why are you so excited”

Bryonna smiled at her “Remember that film I said got me into this?” her face querked into a smirk “you are about to get a hint of what it was; Tiny” She threw the shot back. The cool blue liquor coursed through her body sending another shiver through her body. the cold consolidated in her face, specifically her nose. She winked over to Taylor and rubbed her belly “I feel funny! What's happening to me!?” she said to the crowd with over the top panic and worry. Bryonna felt a tightness over take her body, something firmer filling in the cracks, smoothing out the cellutile

Someone in the crowd yelled with laughter in his voice “You're blowing up like a Balloon!”

Taylor saw Trevor add “ Like a Blueberry” that's when it clicked.

The cold blue flush spread out from Bryonna’s nose down her neck until every inch of her body was blue, complementing her green cheer uniform. With a loud gurgle Bryonna’s belly bloated forward pushing out like she was pregnant, then overdue, then over due with twins, her stomach kept expanding away from her body until the tip was arms length away. Bryonna smiled manically at the crowd. Caressing and rubbing the newly grown orb that was her middle. 

Bryonna felt the juice get ready to swell its next target; her ass. Turning away from the crowd she bent over like an over fed pin-up as her rear and hips filled with juice. Her body widening to match up with her swollen belly. “The crowd is loving this” Bryonna thought “but why should they have all the fun” Turning her profile to the crowd she motioned to Rick to come over. Using the arms of Taylor’s chair for support she bent over wiggling her rear in the air grinning silently begging Rick for what she wanted. He obliged like a true performer giving her rear an exaggerated spank she looked at the crowd in mock shock and horror before grinning. 

The juice continued to flow plumbing up her ass and hips until they too were arm’s length away. Taylor watched with confused horror as the juice plumped up Bryonna’s thighs and arms, tightening the soft fat into taut skin. Gradually Bryonna’s stomach seemed to widen, merging with her inflated hips and ass. After a few minutes it looked like Bryonna was trapped inside of a blue ball that was slowly inflating inside of her, absorbing her limbs into it as it went. Bryonna felt her cheeks puff up causing her eyes to take on a slight squint. She wanted to perform a bit more for the crowd but her mobility was severely limited now. earlier she had to waddle up to stage. Now movement was even more difficult. So she just stood there inflating until she was fully ripe. Her hands and feet pulled into divots, flapping uselessly as she rocked back and forth on what had been her crotch, now just another part of the giant blueberry. She felt Rick's hand on her side and with a mighty heave he rolled her off the stage, onto the floor Where the crowd enclosed the large berry laughing Monty approached her “Well well looks like we got a new toy”

Taylor watched as the small sea of people broke in two, and began rolling Bryonna back and forth between them like a ball. If there were rules to this game Taylor didn't understand them, so she sat on her couch with her hands still exploring her own huge body. Something inside of her had shifted. She wasn't sure if she would ever feel normal like this or even if she would grow to enjoy it, but now, she doesn't hate it. She felt a hand touch her side, looking up she saw Trevor holding a golden ticket key card. “Hey” he said gently “Want to get out of here?” 

She took his hand “Sure”.

The two talked all the way up to their suite. Trevor apologized for everything. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but I was scared about how you would react, so when I found the winning code I just did it. Rip the bandage off at once you know?” Taylor wanted to respond but she was a bit too out of breath from the long walk. She needed to sit, her legs felt like they would collapse under the weight. The couple settled into their room. Trevor sat at the edge of the bed rubbing Taylor’s aching feet while she ate a pint of ice cream that had been left in the freezer. “Trev you know you didn't have to make me five hundred pounds if you wanted to pamper me right? Or is all this attention just because you feel bad”

He grinned sheepishly “Can it be both?”

“I’m not going to pretend like I'm not annoyed you tricked me. It's going to take a lot of pampering to get you out of that particular dog house. ‘hic!’ but I will admit not worrying about my diet has been fun and being this soft feels strangely feminine to me.” She tried to reach forward to cup his face only to be pinned down by the size of her belly. The best thing is, I think I understand you a bit better now. hic” she rubbed her stomach thinking of all the times she caught him staring at an overweight woman waddling past them at the grocery store. 

“That good because I have one more question” Trevor said sliding off the bed and onto one knee

Bryonna sat in the middle of the room like a discarded toy. The party guests had had their fun, with her rolling her around a force feeding her food and drink. She had enjoyed all of it but the party was over and she wondered what was going to happen now. Rick approached her, pressing his hands on to her taut body, rolling her out of the room “Did you have fun at the party?” he asked.

Bryonna, dizzy from a cocktail of alcohol, elation, and horneyness, could only vigorously shake her head in approval.

I'm glad to hear it. I'm taking you to a rest divot for the night, and in the morning you will be juiced. After that you will have until you leave the premises to enjoy your new body. Once you leave you will return to your old size sound good?”

Bryonna nodded lazily “Rick?” she asked “Fuck me please. I’m so worked up I need an orgasm.” 

Rick smiled and rolled the helpless berry into an empty room. Removing his clothing, Bryonna stared at him with lust. When he penetrated her, she gasped with pleasure, chasing every worry from her mind. The only thought left in her brain was how much fun it was at the Berry Brothel. 

1 year later

Ding-Dong! “Trev! Bryonna’s here” Taylor yelled as she waddled to the door, her hand grazing what she could reach of her distended stomach. It poked out of her red team cheerleader outfit. Of course she had bought it just for that reason. Opening the door Bryonna’s eyes went wide as she took in Taylors size “Oh my god Taylor! When you said you had put on some weight I didn't think it was this much!”

Taylor slapped at her side and it made a muffled thunk. She smiled at Bryonna. Don't worry, most of this is a fat suit I bought for Trevor's birthday. I have gained a bit, but only like 10lb. I just wanted to see the look on your face.” 

Bryonna smiled back, settling on the couch. The Tv was on behind her. The red team was back in the game but the green team hadn't made it this year. “You made me a good girl. Still I wish you had told me, I would have brought mine. We could have been two oversized fat asses again and made Trevor feed us both.” 

They both giggled “Don’t give him any ideas Bry,” Taylor laughed

 "So any honeymoon plans Mrs.Trevor?”

Taylor felt strange in her new old body. In her day to day life she worked hard to maintain her slim figure, never letting it get too muscular or bulky. She had always been told she was pretty, but that was it; pretty. not hot, or a smoke show, she had never inspired the lust that she had seen from people when she was on that stage. That feeling was intoxicating. She sat down at one of the tables. Trevor brought over a plate of food. “I thought you might be hungry after a routine like that,” he said. Taylor hesitated, the plate was full of bar food, wings, fried cheese and the like. Stuff that normally would not be in her diet. But tonight she decided to take Bryonna’s advice diving into the plate with gusto. Before long she had finished the plate. She let out a small burp before rubbing her stomach. The pale dome of flesh let out a grumble still not satiated after all of the food. She moved to get up when another man put a plate in front of her. “Sorry for the intrusion miss but I couldn’t help but notice that your man didn’t get nearly enough for a woman of your size and I wish to correct that”

“Oh wow, thank you Mr?”

“Monty,, names Monty”.

“Well, thank’s Monty”. Taylor said, picking up a buffalo wing.

“Don’t mention it” he said “Let me know if you need me to get you anything, we don’t want you wasting any calories”. He said before he rejoined the party.

A few minutes later a woman approached her. “Hi I just wanted to tell you that you look so cute stuffed into that cheerleader uniform. I brought you this as a tip for your halftime performance.” The woman placed the pink drink in front of Taylor before disappearing back into the crowd.

Taylor looked at the pink drink and was surprised “I’ve never had a woman buy me a drink before” she thought, taking a sip of it. The drink was sweet and fruity. It wasn't long before her glass was half empty. She was feeling lightheaded from the strong alcohol, her stomach might have been enhanced but she was still a lightweight in the liquor department.

A few moments later, she looked up from her plate and saw a man sitting opposite her. He had a plate in front of him, but he wasn’t eating, just staring at her and watching her eat. She glanced around the room for Trevor but she couldn’t find him. Before she could get up to look properly everyone began moving excitedly. Taylor looked up at the screen, and the green team scored another touchdown.

“God this food is delicious” Bryonna thought, devouring another potato skin. “The cheese melted to perfection, the skin is crispy, and that bacon mmmh”. She was so engrossed in savoring each calorie bomb she didn’t notice the party starting to buzz with energy.

Rejoining the party Bryonna's body had felt strange. After shrinking back from being 500 lbs. She felt far too light. her muscles felt so strong that she was almost overshooting what she wanted. And right now what she wanted was food. Walking over to the buffet, she took her own advice and forgot about her normal eating habits. She loaded her plate up with fried apps and creamy dips, nary a vegetable insight; save for a few onion rings. Grabbing a seat at the bar she settled her plump rear on a stool and began to eat. 

“ Only when the roar of cheers started, did she look up to see the words ‘Touchdown’ emblazoned on the wall. She watched another second to see a green team receiver doing an endzone dance. With an excited grin on her face she nearly skipped up to the stage. But instead of the pints she had chugged earlier she saw two neat shots topped with lime waiting for her. 

Rick smiled at her confused look “I thought it was time to kick things up a notch scoring a touchdown is two tequila shots plus the same extra point shot I assumed you wanted the same pear brandy?”

Bryonna turned back to the screen and frowned. The kicked football soared through the air wide, missing the upright; no extra point. Bryonna frowned as Rick took back the brandy shot. “Sorry kid those are the breaks”. Frustrated, she downed the other shots quickly and left the stage, eager to get back to her meal. She felt her vision start to swim. her steps becoming less sure, the closer to her stool she got. Even without the brandy weight poured onto her body. Her hips flared out to accommodate the ass that was growing into quite a shelf behind her. settling herself onto her stool was difficult. “If I get much bigger I will start to need another stool” she thought, rubbing her stomach as it pooled into her lap and dripped between her legs, maybe halfway to her knees. Bryonna smiled as flesh oozed its way between her fingers. The two shots of tequila gave her an idea. She looked around the room. No one was paying attention to her at the moment. It was a bit of a struggle to get her fingers under the waistband of her skirt, but between her soft body and the elastic was just enough room for two fingers to get under gut and under her skirt. lightly stroking her pussy, “mmh god I’m getting so heavy that if I don’t stop soon I'm going to be obese.” Bryonna thought to herself. Feeling her gut press her hand harder on all her sensitive spots, the hidden movement sent shivers up Bryonna’s spine.  Her flab jiggled quite loudly even as she struggled to suppress a deep moan.

On the other side of the hall, Taylor was enjoying the privileges of her new size. since she had returned to the table, she had not had to get up once. someone was always bringing her something to eat or drink. It was nice to be pampered like this. her head was starting to spin from all of the drinks people had brought her. The booze relaxed her, making her giddy. She thought back to what Bryonna had told her. She rubbed her soft stomach “Large and in charge” she said to herself. Monty returned with another plate of food for her “I could get used to this” she thought with a smile. Trevor sat down next to her with another drink “Hey babe how’s… it go…ing” he said trailing off his eyes locked on the screen. The green team had scored again. The score was almost tied up.

Bryonna had watched the drive down the field with excitement. They might turn this around; she still had a shot at winning! Then the touchdown had been scored and the field goal kicked. The Green team was only down by a single point. Rick handed her the brandy. “Same as last time Miss Bryonna?” Rick asked.

 She downed the shot and set the upturned glass on the tray “Of course cutey,” she said. the liquor making her tongue loose and bold. “After all, I’m a cutie with the booty” Turning around so her rear faced the audience, she raised the shot in the air and popped her ass out. in all its cellulite covered glory. “Gooooo Green Team!” she yelled and knocked back the shot. Before casually grabbing the second one and pouring it down her throat. The liquor filled her body with warmth and her vision began to swim again. Bryonna felt the pounds pile on. her thighs plump up becoming thick and meaty. they began to touch and rub when she took a step, her belly now fully on display bounced with her movements. her tits now sloshed around her top that was straining to hold out. Bending over just a smidge she gave a few twerks toward the crowd her cheeks inflating with every lewd shake turning her head to the crowd she put a finger to her mouth and grinned coquettishly “I feel like so goooooood” she thought joyously giving into her drunken euphoria raising up her arms.

Bryonna settled herself onto the two barstools. Leaning her back on the bar, her belly hanging out on full display, a loud burp escaped her lips. Monty and Cyrill came over with a wink. Monty said “So can I buy you that drink?” 

Taylor felt jealous anger rise inside of her. She watched Monty flirting with Bryonna “He should be worshiping me, not that fat ass.” With a great deal of effort she heaved herself out of her chair and onto her feet. Stomping her way over to Bryonna, Taylor let the alcohol fuel her own anger. Remember how nasty Bryonna had been to her earlier in the party she said “What do you think you’re doing, Tiny”

At the last word Bryonna heaved herself off the bar and onto her feet swaying drunkenly. “Who you calling Tiny?” She slurred. A crowd was gathering around them Bryonna thrust her belly forward bumping into Taylor’s soft tummy.

Unmoved Taylor said “You Blubber but”

Bryonna smiled drunkenly at both her and the crowd “You love my fat ass tubby tits. Why are you so cranky?” Bryonna made a grab at Taylor’s nipple “Does the cow need milking?” She asked. 

Bryonna responded with a belly bump of her own “I’m not a cow I’m a goddess and I demand worship”.

“Oh wow, really been smelling your own farts haven't you. Don't worry Tubs there is plenty of attention to go around. Besides, don't you already have that a-hole Trevor to feed you?”

“Hey” yelled Trevor from the crowd 

Bryonna was in a groove of Drunken mastery, those five shots hit her harder than anything she had drunk so far tonight “Sorry Trev but sighing up your girl for this without telling her what will happen is a serious dick move my guy.”

All the faces in the crowd turned to Trevor who blushed embarrassed to have been put on blast like this.

“You leave him out of this Blubber Butt” Taylor said. pressing her belly into Bryonna's, both of the cheerleaders had put on so much weight that even pressed this tightly together they were still an arms length apart. Both women did their best to knock the other over doing their best impression of a sumo match, but neither would move an inch. Through huffing breath they both continued their stream of insults 

“Triple chin wonder”.

“Circus freak”

“Immobile berry”

“Piglet” Taylor got one last shove before both fell to their knees red faced and exhausted. Moving this much weight around was a bit out of their weight classes. The tv blared a fanfare and then cut to commercial. 

Bryonna looked over at her nearly 400lb rival chipmunk cheeks red from effort, her entire body jiggling with every shallow breath. Her own chubby face split into a grin. “Well this has been fun Tubby Tits but what do you say we call it a draw and get something to eat like the true fat girls we are?”

Taylor still gasping for air shook her head in agreement and smiled “sounds like a plan; Tiny”

Rick came into the dressing room followed by a woman in a white cheerleader outfit holding a tray of shots. “Well ladies, I hope you are enjoying yourselves so far. I must confess that I shared Miss Bryonna’s hope that this would have been a high scoring game. It would have fit our planned halftime show a bit better. But oh well, we will have to make do. Ladies yourselves and Ms Jordan here are going to be performing the Cheerleader Chunky's routine.” Rick gestured to the shots on the tray. “These shots will turn you into one of the Chunkers and temporarily bring your weights up to 500lbs” Rick shot a glance at Taylor “Again this is temporary. Once the game begins again you will return to your current sizes and the rules of the party will resume.”

Taylor’s hand shot up “How are we supposed to perform a routine we have never practiced or planned on let alone at triple our max weight?”

“In addition to increasing your weight, the shot will program the moves into your muscle memory. Once you get going it will be like you practiced a hundred times over” Rick explained 

Jordan piped up “Also I will be there to back you up, if you need a line or help to get going”. 

Relization spreading across her face Bryonna jumped out of her chair, nearly vibrating with excitement. “Did you say Cheerleader Chunkers?”

Rick smirked at her knowing she caught the reference “I did”.

 Bryonna rubbed her hands together excitedly “well what are we waiting for? Let's do this thing!” She walked over to the tray and grabbed a shot marked with a ‘J’. She knocked it back in one gulp 

It looked to Taylor like a pump had been hooked into Bryonna’s skin, width and girth piling on faster than her mind could keep up. Bryonna was growing  that booty she had so desperately craved. Her ass cheeks plumping up out and wider, cellulite jiggling into existence. Her outfit expanded just enough to be tight and teasing, while still looking like one wrong move would cause Bryonna to pop a stitch.. Bryonna rubbed her body sexualy, enjoying all of the soft supple flesh that had appeared on it. “Mmh god I feel so heavy! This feels amazing. I don't ever want to go back. She backed her body up so her overly plush rear pressed into Rick’s pelvis “You sure I have to change back Ricky?”

Smirking again Rick removed himself from Bryonna’s attention with a grunt “Sorry Chubby but those are the breaks”

Bryonna giggled coyly at the pet name. Maybe she could win Rick to bed tonight for some private time. Jordan looked over at Taylor sympathetically “time to make a choice, shot A will make you the biggest pushing 600 lbs with a focus on belly weight. While L is boob focused like you would prefer, but it makes you the leader and you will have to be out in front most of the act”

Taylor glanced at the two shots, weighing her options. Steeling herself she grabbed the A shot and downed it. As soon as it hit her stomach it felt like a black hole had opened up. She was so hungry she thought she would faint. She needed a snack, no, a meal, or an entire buffet in her belly right now. She went to rub her belly to soothe her hunger. She made contact much higher on her belly than she had before and she was unable to actually touch her navel. If she thought her stomach was on display before, now it was her; all of her. a soft sagging ball of flesh attached to her front. the rest of her had plumped up to match. But it was clear what ruled this body. Unlike Bryonna’s outfit which had expanded to keep just the bottom of her oversized ass cheeks on display, Taylor's made no effort to try and hide the new addition to her body. Taylor took an experimental step forward. Bryonna had been right, this new body was heavy. Her hands moved to her inflated chipmunk cheeks and double chin. ”Even my face feels heavy”. She thought. She could feel her muscles straining to stay standing. She wished there was a nice comfy couch she could settle into and never get up from again.

Jordan took the L shot and downed it Taylor watched in awe as her tits blew up to rival Bryonna’s ass pulling the hem of her cheerleading outfit up high enough to rival Taylor’s own impressive belly. One she was fully inflated she nodded to Rick her voice a few octaves deeper then she had earlier “Alright let's do this” 

Jordan led the trio of fatties toward the stage. As Bryonna passed through the door she felt both sides of the doorframe pressing into her plush hips. Slowing down she had to exert a considerable amount of effort to not get stuck. Once she was throught she felt the ripple of shock run through her. Followed by sheer elevation “I almost got stuck. I'm big enough that I need to worry about door size! This is incredible! She thought.

“Ladies and Gentlemen Balloons and Adult Babies, Give it up for you cheer leader CHunkerrrrrrrs” Rick said from the mike. All three moved to take the stage but they all had become so heavy they were winded by the time they got in position. Jordon in front with Bryonna and Taylor flanking her from behind.

A cheer beat was piped in and Bryonna found herself moving to the music, her body instinctively knowing what it needed to do even if her pesky head did not. They twirled and shook, jiggled and twerked and when the time was right they began to sing.

“We’re the hungry hungry cheerleaders and we’re here to EAT!

We’re gonna stuff our faces til we can’t see our feet!

Hamburgers, hotdogs, we can’t stop indulging!

Is it any wonder you can see our bellies bulging?

Skirts tear, seams split, buttons go pop!

But we love eating way too much to stop!

So ask yourself: Are you ready, can you stand the sight

of bouncin’, blimpin’ beauties with a REAL GIRL’S appetite?”

At parts of the routine Bryonna would rub her distended gut, her hand sinking into the soft flesh, all this weight shaking and jiggling felt great, but it was tiring to move around this much. After only a minute Bryonna’s breath was becoming labored and shallow with effort to keep to the beat. Turning to look at Taylor Bryonna saw she wasn't doing much better, her face turning red with exertion. The first verse ending Jordan dropped back, allowing Bryonna to take center stage she turned and faced her huge ass to the crowd before singing.

“My name is Bryonna and I’m the perfect pear!

All my precious pounds go straight to my delicious derriere!

I’m the cutie with the booty, I’m the slut with the butt!

I’m the lass with the ass, that makes all the guys nuts!

My ass is wide and it just keeps getting wider,

My panties are tight and they just keep getting tighter!

Cuz this bodacious bubble booty makes ‘em hard to fit

so watch out, fellas, cuz one day they're gonna SPLIT!” 

Bryonna was so caught up in the cheer routine she didn't notice that at the last word her body went into a massive split causing a rip to be heard as her pants split right up the seam. The crowd of onlookers cheered loudly, a few making oinking noises as Bryonna struggled to get back to her feet. Her rotund body making any sort of movement clumsy and awkward . “Oh god, I'm so horny. I can't believe that just happened!” Bryonna thought “I feel like a real fattie now and I just split my pants in front of everyone!” Making her way back behind Jordan Bryonna thought her legs were going to give out or that everyone would see the wet spot forming in her panties, but they were distracted by Jordan jiggling her massive tits singing. 

“My name is Laurie and I’m The Biggest Bitch,

I’m so busty and so buxom that I’m bustin’ every stitch!

I’m the most massive mamacita that you’ve ever seen,

I’m a bra-breakin’, blouse-bustin’, button-blowin’ beauty queen!

My mega mammoth mammaries make all the boys drool

for the most hyper curvy babe in the history of this school!

You skinny bitches are jelly cuz I’ve got the curves to spare

I’m balloonin’ and you’re fumin’ cuz you just don’t compare!”

Jordan stepped aside so Taylor could squeeze past her. all three of them in a row made the stage very cramped so Taylor moved into the center and began her verse.

“My name is Taylor and I’m the sweetie of the bunch,

Other girls want thrills but I just want some lunch!

I gorge myself at every meal and snacking in between,

That's why I’ve grown to be the roundest girl you’ve ever seen!

And while I might be the biggest glutton of this crew,

You’ll find my fat soft and warm and downright comfy too!

So if you’re feeling sad or blue or feeling down from stress,

Come snuggle up and use my gut just like a plush mattress! “

She punctuated her song with a little jump, but she was so fat that she barely cleared the ground. No matter, the audience still loved it. Taylor basked in the attention. She saw Trevor in the crowd staring slack jawed at her inflated appearance. She couldn't tell for sure but she would bet there was a large tent in the front of his pants she still didn't love being fat. This cheer routine while being out of shape was proof of that but if it made people love her this much she might learn to tolerate it.

The trio repeated the group verse of the cheer before all exiting the stage where they all collapsed into a set of couches that had been set up for them

“Thats it im never moving again” Taylor huffed her gut jiggling with every labored breath

“Speak for yourself, all that exercise worked up an appetite. I’m starving” Bryonna retorted, rubbing her hands along her inflated thighs. Taylor could see she was hungry for something alright and it wasn't the buffet.

Jordan giggled “Well you both sound like a couple of proper pigs, keep that up and you wont need our services to stay that size.”