Sarah pt. 18

It was a stressful week for more than just Julia. As it turned out, her accident during gym on Monday was just the start of a very bad week for the girl's clothing.

   Megan was the second victim. Wednesday just happened to be laundry day at her house and the only clean clothes she had left were her fat pants. Her old fat pants. From when she was wearing two sizes smaller. She knew there was a risk when she pulled them out that morning, but they were her only option, so she spent about thirty minutes of her morning wriggling and squishing her very large asset into them. She didn't like it, but what choice did she have? She'd just have to deal all day with the waistband digging deep into her sides and hearing hundreds of tiny popping sounds every time she bent over.

  Well, as it turned out, she didn't have to deal with it all day. Only for about five hours.

   You see, Jade wasn't planning to attack Sarah directly. She had been doing loads of work in those few days to turn the student body against Sarah, and by extension, her friends. Megan seemed the most vulnerable of the four so they targeted her, starting Wednesday. At first, it seemed like a just a sort of general chill in the air around her. Then she overheard people making fun of her. Then they started insulting her to her face. The insults hurt, but were nothing compared to what  happened next. Guys she'd never seen or talked to began to harass her, going beyond just words, pushing her into lockers, using simple, high school pranks to humiliate her even further. At first it was annoying, but she could handle it. Then it turned ugly.

On the walk between third and fourth hours, a boy walked by and knocked her books to the ground. Typical juvenile prank, nothing original about it. She bent over to pick them up, hearing the faint sounds of stitches popping, but the pants would have held together. Would have. While she was leaning over, another guy slapped her ass to see how long it would jiggle. The stitches in the back seam were already stretched tight. Too tight. Her ass jiggled like mad, and this time, the seam couldn't take it.

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*RIIIIIIIIPPP*

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   The entire crowded hallway froze for a second, everybody looking around to see what fatass ripped their pants. Once the crowd got a good look at Megan's outgrown turquoise panties, the laughter began rolling in. Megan's ass looked even huger than normal; it was hanging out the bottom of her panties and her rapidly developing cellulite was clearly out on display to dozens of judgmental high-school students.

   Megan couldn't get out of there fast enough. She ran to her car as fast as she could, faster than she'd ever run in her life, making the tear bigger and bigger, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be gone, so no one could see her. She sat in the car for an hour or so, crying and trying to forget the laughing faces.

   She thought back to that morning. The jeans she'd worn were actually her second choice. Her first choice was a skirt she'd bought right about the same time. Skirts had more room for her ass, so that was what she would prefer. She even got it on without too much hassle! Then she looked in the mirror. That skirt was supposed to be short when it fit, and now, when she was so much bigger, it didn't come close to covering the bottoms of her ass cheeks! Her panties were long past covering her entire ass shelf, so she would be entirely on display. Like I am now she thought, bitterly. The jeans were uncomfortable, but they were her only choice.

   Well at least she'd been able to wiggle them over her hips, that was a relief. I guess. She could handle panty lines. They were a bit embarrassing, yeah, but she'd had worse.

  Besides, she'd thought,Who would even notice?

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Sarah and the rest of the group didn't know about any of this until lunch when Megan didn't show up. It wasn't like Megan to miss lunch. Or any of them, really, but Megan especially. It took a while trying to find someone who would talk to any of them long enough to tell the story.

   When the details were fully laid out, Julia was the first to spring into action. She knew what Megan must feel like, and this wasn't something they could ignore. Besides, what would they miss here? Gym? Ooh, what a sacrifice.

   Megan was still bawling her eyes out when they found her five minutes later. She couldn't even speak at first, but after a while, she choked out

   "I'm huge"

   Looking at her right then, Sarah kind of had to agree with that statement.

No, she's one of my best friends, she's not fat!

      then,

Oh COME ON! Just look at her!

    Sarah did. She looked at Megan, red faced, tears running down her cheeks, her makeup completely ruined. Then she looked at the rest of her. Megan was sitting in her car, filling her seat and pouring a little bit into the one next to her. Sitting down, her thighs spread out, and her belly was bulging out over the remains of her jeans. They were unbuttoned by now because really? why not? The damage was already done! The image placed doubts in Sarah's mind, Was that scale right the other day? Looking at Megan, it seemed impossible. How is this woman only 188 pounds? She looks closer to 200!

   Megan had a point, they all knew it, but they couldn't say it. All they could do was support her. Heck they were all fatasses! Now she thought about it, Sarah was STILL feeling five pounds heavier from comforting Julia on Monday! Hey that's an idea, she thought.What Megan needs right now is good old-fashioned comfort food, courtesy of Mcdonald's! Oooh, maybe we can even drop by that new KFC!

   Bri and Julia were all for it, after all, they'd missed lunch for the first time in years. Megan though, was a little hesitant. After all, she was gaining weight at a ridiculous speed. She didn't admit to the group, but Sarah's observations weren't completely wrong. She was fatter than she'd been on Saturday. That morning, after all the trouble she had with clothes, she had pulled out the scale to check herself. It was three days since the last weigh in. She was five pounds fatter. She didn't tell them; she COULDN'T tell them, that would make it feel real.

   Sarah, Bri and Julia were hungry, though, and that wasn't changing if they hung around much longer. I mean there wasn't even a vending machine out here! The choice was made. The girls were going to leave, with or without Megan, and that settled Megan's mind. . . . Well. . . comfort food does sound good, I suppose. . .