Extra Large Lexi

Hi everybody! The January poll comes out this week, but I just wanted to give y'all another little thank you for being readers, so I'm dropping an extra long story (6,400+ words) for all paid tiers!! My avid readers+ and audio tiers will also be receiving the audio version of the story, my first fiction audio!

This was a commission from the same reader who commissioned Sorority Nemesis and is technically a sequel, so if you want to check out the audio version first, feel free! That being said, the story also totally stands alone:)

It's about a college girl named Carly who hates, is jealous of, and refuses to admit she's very attracted to her well endowed sorority president, only to discover that after Lexi's study abroad there's a lot more of her to be jealous of...

I Hope you enjoy!

Carly sighed, pausing to lean against the door frame of the empty room she was inspecting and looking down at the clipboard in her hand with contempt. She had more than half the rooms in the Theta Nu Sigma to go, which meant checking the overhead lights and replacing any burnt bulbs, ensuring all electronics were unplugged, and most importantly, verifying that each room was clean and ready for her sisters to return to at the start of the new semester. 

Every girl in the house was responsible for cleaning their own space and they all assured Carly that they had, but each room revealed varying degrees of mess: unemptied trash cans, dirty clothes littered about the floor, paper coffee cups and water bottles left on nightstands, one pair of first-floor roommates even left their window screen ajar, allowing a swirl of dried leaves to blow in and a layer of frost to develop on the windowsill.

Carly, never one to shy away from the opportunity to have more power and influence in Theta Nu, had found herself in this unfortunate (and in her opinion, unfitting) role due to her near insatiable desire for elevated social positioning, a desire she was beginning to regret more and more with each mundane and unacknowledged task. 

After losing the election for chapter vice president Carly had felt scorned, so when Lexi, the current chapter president who in Carly’s mind was responsible for her loss, decided to extend her summer European tour to a fall semester of study abroad, Carly jumped at the chance to fill her administrative duties in the interim.

She envisioned herself having the power and popularity that Lexi did, something that Carly had always felt was bestowed on Lexi solely for her title and the power imbalance between herself and the rest of her sisters, but the reality couldn't have been further from her imagination. Lexi was still the chapter president, still revered, respected, and talked about constantly, and all Carly had become was a glorified office manager. 

She’d taken up full responsibility for the boring, pedestrian tasks that went on behind the scenes to keep the chapter and house running, and now that she’d pulled back the curtain, she wished she’d never journeyed to meet the wizard in the first place. The whole thing felt beneath her and the job, unlike when Lexi held it, was entirely thankless, her sisters barely even noticing the bills she handled, the events she planned, the budgets she created, the paperwork she filled out, and of course, all of the cleaning and organization that she was now responsible for around the house. She felt like an overworked, underappreciated mother to 22 ungrateful brats, and although this was the last day of her all-consuming position, the day was far from over. 

“Lexi never did any of this shit,” she grumbled aloud, unsure if her unheard words actually rang with any truth. 

Whether or not Lexi completed these tasks herself was irrelevant, the tasks would be worth it for the glory and attention that she got. Glory and attention that was markedly missing for Carly. As little as Carly cared to admit, the way Lexi looked had far more to do with her star treatment than her position of power in the sorority. Lexi was known to every single student on campus as their university's most desirable girl, her perfect, curvaceous body the subject of countless crushes and more than a few plastic surgery speculations. She had an exaggerated hourglass figure cinched by a small waist and flat stomach, and offset on either side by her campus-famous assets. 

Those assets, much to Carly’s constant annoyance, were always on display, her heavy, pillowy, and buoyant breast constantly spilling precariously from the neckline of her low-cut shirts and her rounded, globular ass supported by toned, shapely legs either wobbling in her sundress or bouncing from side to side in the tiny shorts she favored. Showing off was Lexis M.O., and her style, the skin-tight clothes she wore, and the legions of fans and followers that she boasted left her with plenty to show. 

Carly could barely stop herself from constantly thinking, speculating, or gossiping about Lexi’s body, and things had come to a point, entirely unbeknownst to her, that anytime she brought up Lexi her fellow sorority members would roll their eyes and settle in for a rant. She just couldn't stop herself. She often had no desire to, but regardless, leaving the topic of Lexi’s body alone was something that Carly was absolutely incapable of. She complained constantly about the way Lexi danced, the way she walked around half-naked in the sorority house, the way she refused to buy clothing in her true sizes in order to draw attention, all of it. 

A common point of reminiscence for Carly was her last interaction with Lexi before she’d left for her trip. The two women had been sitting in Lexi’s single room, the privacy of not having a roommate the only perk of the position that Carly had actually been able to benefit from, and going over her new list of responsibilities and duties as interim president. 

“I have another date tonight,” Lexi had suddenly said casually, standing and walking past Carly to shuffle through the clothes hanging in the closet behind her. “What should I wear?

“I don't know,” Carly had mumbled, mesmerized by the way that Lexi’s ass still jiggled slightly right after she stood still, the reverberations from her swishing walk making her titanic ass quake.

She’d looked away sharply, forcing a scowl as Lexi turned this way and that, her perfect ass looking massive and pillowy soft as it strained against the extra tight athletic shorts that barely contained it and left not a dimple of womanly flesh to the imagination. 

“Can we finish this?” Carly had redirected with annoyance.

“Yea, yea, one sec,” Lexi had dismissed, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her toned figure and a bra so tight her milky, buoyant breasts were pouring over the tops of the cups, both oversized, perfectly round tits squashed by the constraining undergarment. 

She’d turned back towards Carly, leaning forward as if she were telling her a trade secret.

“My boobs are getting so big,” she’d whined braggadociously, all but shoving Carly’s face into her more than ample rack. “I need new bras.”

Carly had jumped up with a quickness that could’ve only been born of pure panic, her heart racing. 

“I don't care,” she’d blurted near nonsensically, turning heel and all but running from Lexi's room. 

She hadn't been able to erase that moment from her mind, not even for a second. She’d complained about it incessantly to her Theta Nu sisters and her other friends, emphasizing how gross and slutty Lexi had looked, how ditzy she’d sounded, but when Carly was all alone, particularly when she was fulfilling some presidential task that Lexi would’ve normally fulfilled, the bouncy heft of Lexi’s oversized chest was all she could picture, her eyes running down the busty girl's exposed line of cleavage in her memory just as they had at the time. 

She was frustrated, hated that her jealousy made her fixate on her nemesis as much as she did, and whenever she had the thought she did her best to channel it into hope. Lexi had been right, her boobs were getting bigger, and between her swelling breasts, her growing ass, and her addiction to unhealthy snacks and sugar-loaded frappes, Carly tried to expend her hateful energy into picturing Lexi as a porky, bloated blob, finally blown up like a balloon from all her greasy binges and finally knocked down a peg, her melon sized tits and titanic ass now matching the rest of her tubby, oversized figure. 

Carly thought about that as often as she could, most typically when she was trying to fall asleep, and she found the image of her stacked sorority president waddling around with a belly that pushed out further than her ass did to be one that was as calming as it was exciting. That was the chief emotion she felt when she pictured Lexi that way. Excitement. It was a sick anticipation really, as if she somehow held the knowledge that Lexi’s blimping would be inevitable, that the perfect, enviable girl would someday lose the features she cared about most. 

Carly sighed, still standing in the doorway of Becca and Taylor’s room and assessing the piles of dirty clothes and the unemptied trash. It was already noon, and she needed to get to work. 

Carly exited the last room as the clock neared 3 and sighed, pulling out her phone. She still needed to drop Sarah’s forgotten passport at the post office, express so she wouldn't miss her family's alpine vacation, coordinate with the very late university maintenance department for the two clogged drains caused by 23 women’s intensive hair care routines, and sort the deliveries that had arrived this morning, more present from the holiday gift exchange that hadn't been ordered in time. 

“Carly will just put them all in our rooms” one of her sisters had drunkenly promised at the party the night before. “Sierra you’re gonna love, love, love these, I swear they’re my favorite leggings of all time.”

“Do they stretch?” Sierra had drunkenly asked, standing and tossing back another gulp of the very spiked eggnog. “Whenever I buy pants they fit in the waist but not over my ass.”

“Yea, 'cause you’re shaped like a frickin Kardashian,” Tina had retorted, leaning over to smack the new recruit’s ass. “Body-ody-ody,” she sang drunkenly, and the girls laughed while Sierra blushed. 

Sierra, although also the owner of an enviably juicy behind, was a sweet, quiet girl who Carly actually enjoyed spending time with and, unlike Lexi, wasn't the type to show off. She typically wore jeans or oversized peasant skirts, but her shapely figure was evident beneath her more modest clothes nonetheless, and while the other girls were slightly jealous, Sierra's demure demeanor and propensity towards compliments and helpful comments made her a new favorite among the Theta Nu girls. 

Carly felt none of the vitriol that she harbored for Lexi towards Sierra, and although the girls favored in their lower half, Sierra's A cups meant she didn't garner a quarter of the attention that the doubly blessed Lexi commanded. 

Carly would have to open and sort the packages, break the cardboard down for delivery, and then place the gifts in each room on the bed of the girl they belonged to, a task that she felt could’ve been handled by the girls themselves when they returned. Regardless, she’d promised, so she got to work, using her key to tear through the brown packing tape.

An eyeshadow palette for Taylor, a poster of BTS for Linda, a Diptyque perfume for Maddy. Carly didn't care about any of this and hustled through the task without interest, knowing she had less than two hours to get to the post office before Sarah missed her trip and blamed Carly for her own forgetfulness. She unwrapped Sierra's leggings last, folded them twice, then loaded all the gifts in a laundry basket and trudged back up the stairs, opening each door, throwing the gifts on the bed, and making sure to turn off the lights before she left. 

She then grabbed her shoes and headed out to her car, penning a text to the Theta Nu group chat on her way.

‘Hey guys, I'm just leaving the house, all the rooms are finally clean and I’m about to send Sarah’s passport.’

‘Queeeeen’ came the immediate response from Sarah, who had been virtually bugging her all day as if Carly didn't have enough on her plate. 

‘What time are you gonna get home?’ Maddy asked.

‘Like 11:30, the drive is a few hrs’ Carly replied. 

None of the girls thanked her for the fact that she would have to stay another night to meet the maintenance man in the morning, a fact they all were well aware of due to Carly's drunken complaints at the new holiday schedule that her interim presidency demanded, and instead it seemed as if they were taking the avoidance route, acting as if she was leaving tonight to avoid contending with the fact that they should be displaying gratitude. 

Carly rolled her eyes, tossed her phone into her bag, and set off.

She returned to the sorority house a few hours later in the dark, parking on the far backside of the wraparound driveway so she wouldn't have to wake early to move her car for maintenance the next day. She pushed open the door after fumbling a second too long with the key, exhaustion impacting her dexterity, and sighed, the thought of turning on the lights seeming too daunting a task. She walked through the darkness into the living room where the party had been held the night before, flopped onto the couch, and was asleep in seconds, the late night and long day all catching up with her at once. 

Carly woke with a start, fear clenching her chest. She’d heard something, she was certain of it. Her grogginess dissipated instantly as she lay stock still, terrified. Everyone was aware that all the sorority and fraternity members left their houses completely empty over breaks, and last year Kappa Chi had been the victims of a break-in that resulted in many of their personal items being stolen, the rich frat boys an obvious target for opportunistic thieves. 

She listened carefully, cursing herself for not parking out front and making it obvious that someone was still in the house. She heard a thump, then another, and tried to quiet her breathing, now certain that there was someone in the house. She rolled off the couch as carefully as she could, positioning herself gently on all fours and eyeing the darkness of the dining room, hoping that she could crawl towards it and reach the window before she met the intruder face to face. 

She heard steps approach her and made the split-second decision to make a run for it, deciding that if she could get to the dining room's large picture windows she could kick out the screen and run before the robber was aware it was happening. As quietly as she could, still keeping low to the ground, Carly ran towards the dining room, making it around the corner just as the living room lights flicked to life. Her heart pounding, Carly froze with her back to the wall, knowing her escape would be made more difficult by the illumination now streaming in from the next room. 

Carly heard the springs of the couch creak and knitted her eyebrows in confusion.

Why would an intruder sit on the couch? she thought, but before she had time to consider, a familiar voice floated in from the living room. 

“Yes, obviously I'm coming home for break,” spat an annoyed, inexplicably returned Lexi. 

Carly would know that voice anywhere, heard it in her dreams, and it took all her willpower to not peek around the corner, the desire to get a glimpse of Lexi almost more pressing than her need to eavesdrop.

“Mom!” Lexi whined. “Yes, I know how long I was gone, duh, I was there. Because,” she cried after a short pause. “I flew here first cause I needed to pick some stuff up. Some clothes. I booked a ticket back tomorrow. No, nobody’s here, the girls just texted that they all left.”

Another pause. 

“Ok, you’re literally being so annoying right now,” Lexi complained in her trademark tone of irritation. “No, you’re being like, so annoying. I’ll see you tomorrow, whatever.”

There was more silence, and then the television clearly flicked to life, dialogue from a catty reality show that Carly occasionally watched filling her ears as Lexi raised the volume. Feeling more confident with the cover of the TV volume, Carly peeked around the corner, the first time she’d laid eyes on Lexi in months. 

The former (and now current) president was an avid, almost obsessive user of social media, and Carly was positive she’d been blocked by Lexi’s real account. She could still see all her old posts and a few posts from the beginning of Lexi's travels, but she hadn't seen the girl put up as much as a story for the vast majority of the time she’d been away. The other girls of Theta Nu claimed that they hadn't seen her post either, but Carly had taken their consolations with a grain of salt, knowing that their loyalty to Lexi over her meant that they would never reveal that Lexi had either prevented her from seeing new posts or created a new account that Carly wasn't aware of. 

Carly had searched for the account for hours on multiple occasions, going through the follow list of all her sisters for any account name she didn't recognize, but the search had been fruitless. She’d fallen into the habit of checking Lexi’s old Instagram account multiple times a day, staring at her old, salaciously posed pictures that showed off her perfect body for minutes at a time before closing the app in anger, only to repeat the whole process a few hours later.

Her heart was racing again, just as it had the last time she and Lexi had spoken and Lexi shoved her massive, bouncing tits in Carly’s face, and she peeked around the corner, hoping against hope that Lexi had positioned herself with her back to the dining room. 

Lexi finally came into view and Carly gasped, throwing herself back around the corner as she realized the accidental inhalation was much louder than she anticipated. 

Lexi was huge. Even from the short glimpse of her Carly was dumbfounded, the once trim beauty a fattened caricature of her former self. She was flopped unceremoniously on the center of the couch, leaning heavily against its back, and her flat stomach had grown into a rounded flabby ball that forced down her waistband and pushed into her lap. The top of her gut was just as rounded and prominent as its completely exposed bottom, her shirt clearly far too small to pull down over her newfound heft. Stretchmark-covered, swollen love handles bulged from either side of her hips, exaggerated by the tightness of her black sweatpants which cut deeply into the flab and further exacerbated the stack of rolls traveling up what used to be her waist. 

Her belly encroached upon her lap despite how far she was angled backward, and her once shapely thighs were now dangerously thick, the seams of her poor sweatpants very obviously straining and the thin fabric tight enough to expose every dimpled patch of cellulite that the now porky girl clearly sported. 

She had forced her upper half into a painfully small v-neck t-shirt that had given up entirely on trying to serve its purpose, and instead rested its hem on the top of her bloated, pale gut and focused its attention on trying to contain her now overly ample cleavage. Her once firm and perky tits hadn't been spared from the explosion of fat all over her body and seemed to be twice their previous size, far too heavy to completely resist gravity as they had before and now both bulging over the top of her neckline and sagging slightly onto either side of her belly, her clearly braless breast still pushing up towards her chin. 

Carly peeked back around the corner for a closer look, feeling an emotion she couldn't quite place rising within her like hot, tingling flame. 

Lexi was shoving something into her mouth, typical for the once envious beauty queen, but Carly couldn't see quite what, the container of whatever it was resting on Lexi's opposite side and therefore concealed entirely by her hefty thighs and doughy, quivering belly ballooning from her middle. Lexi’s arms had plumped up into swollen, beefy batwings that strained at the short sleeves of her tiny t-shirt, making the entire outfit look even smaller, and even her face had grown puffy and fat, a double chin rippling obviously from every angle even as she chewed, her chubby cheeks packed full. 

Lexi had gotten massive. So massive that if she hadn't complained on the phone in her trademark whine, Carly never would’ve recognized her. Carly was breathing heavily as she tried to hone in on a single discernible thought in the whirlwind of emotion racing across her mind all at once, the interpolations of excitement and confusion only serving to render her thoughts more and more incoherent and unintelligible. 

As she watched, Lexi rested a hand on her belly and Carly felt her knees go weak, watching the portly woman’s gut quiver from the slightest touch just as her ass used to. Lexi rubbed her belly, making it jiggle even more aggressively, and let out a burp, Carly's eyes widening as she watched. Lexi frowned, first at the burp and then at her hand, which was still rubbing circles on her softened mass, and Carly felt she might faint as the woman began to more properly poke and prod her own belly, her frown deepening as the fleshy ball of flab bounced up and down atop her thickened thighs. Every part of her body was now wobbling obscenely, and Carly found herself biting her lip, that unnameable emotion ready to burst within her as she watched Lexi’s tits and blubbery belly jiggle up and down while played with herself, disapproval written all over her pudgy face. 

As Carly watched, her phone, which was still firmly in her pocket, buzzed loudly, and she yanked her head back around the corner, praying that Lexi hadn't heard. No sudden movement came, and Carly slowly eased her phone out of her back pocket and put it on silent, noting with disinterest that it was just the Theta Nu group chat. 

She slowly peeked back around the corner to find Lexi studying her own cell phone with a frown that matched the one produced by the wobble of her swells of fat, and Carly looked at her own phone, suddenly curious as more messages began to silently ping in.

‘Carly all the xmas presents came, right?’ Tina had asked.

‘Bitch you got your present’ Becca had replied, eliciting two laugh reactions from the other girls. 

‘Not mine hoe, Sierra’s!’ Tina retorted. 

‘If they even fit her’ Ella chimed in, adorning the statement with two laughing emojis. ‘I luv lulu lemon but they are notttt made for girls with ass, like have you ever seen Nicki Minaj wear lulu lemon? Exactly’

‘I’m sure they’ll be perfect!’ Sierra sweetly diffused, adding a smiley face.

‘Exactly, plus it's a good problem to have’ Tina sent. ‘Like, are you kidding me??? I'd kill to be you bitch, Oh noooo, I’m Sierra, my waist is too small and my ass is too fat, what am I gonna dooo’

Three girls, including Sierra, replied to Tina's message with a laugh react, and Carly watched Lexi’s face grow darker and darker as more messages poured in, a cloud of anger contorting her expression. 

Carly, realizing with a start that the first message had been directed to her, typed quietly with the pads of her thumbs, ensuring her acrylic nails didn't tap the phone’s screen and alert Lexi to her presence. 

‘Yup, everything came!’ she replied, trying to sound normal. ‘I put all the presents in everyone's rooms’

She watched as Lexi received the message, read it, and whipped her head around towards the stairs as if in consideration. 

Suddenly desperate to see the totality of Lexi's body, desperate to make her react again, Carly reopened the chat, remembering the time that Lexi had borrowed, and destroyed, another sorority member's jeans just to show off and prove that her waist was smaller and her ample behind wider. Lexi was a sucker for a challenge, and Carly was hoping to suck her right in.

‘I really don't think the leggings will fit’ she typed, laying it on. ‘I put the leggings on Sierra's bed last cause her room is furthest from the stairs and I looked at them and I think her ass is way too juicy, girl you know you have like the best body on campus.’

Carly watched Lexi’s face twist with anger as she received the message, then sent another. 

‘I think you literally have the best ass in Theta Nu history,’ she said, sending two peach emojis to punctuate her point. 

With that final piece of offense, Lexi pushed herself to her feet and stood with effort, taking the bait and heading for the stairs. 

Carly breath hitched in her throat and she pressed her eyes shut, hearing a rushing sound surge overwhelming through each ear.

The sight of Lexi standing had nearly made her forget the steps to the process of intaking air, and for plenty good reason. If the rest of the woman's body had ballooned, her ass had absolutely blimped. It was a wide, fatty, wobbling shelf that dwarfed her old figure, and each rounded, planetary cheek moved and wobbled independently as she made her way towards the stairs, her once seductive gait now reduced to a slow waddle as her swollen thighs fought to force themselves past one another and her gargantuan ass quaked from side to side. 

As she’d struggled to stand her belly had flopped and bounced, completely unobstructed by either her waistband or her shirt, and watching her in movement just emphasized how much she’d grown, how quickly her little habit of binging on junk and fast food had caught up to her. 

Watching her exert so much effort to get off the couch had forced Carly to cover her mouth to avoid an exclamation, although an exclamation of what, she wasn't quite sure. 

It must be cold in here, she thought, crossing her arms to cover her suddenly hard nipples as if anyone else were in the room.

Lexi was fat, finally and truly fat, and it was all Carly had ever wanted. She felt like she’d just taken a shot of espresso, or better yet a shot of vodka, the energy mounting and building within her as she couldn't stop herself from smiling. This was better than anything she’d ever experienced, better than passing organic chemistry, better than her daily yoga class that she couldn't live without, literally better than sex. 

She’d rather watch Lexi wobble with her tits threatening to spill out of the top of her t-shirt as she heaved her heavy body into a standing position over and over than have the best sex of her life. In fact, replaying the moment in her mind felt like the best sex of her life, and she peeked around the corner again, resolved to watch the situation play out despite the risk of exposure. 

The room was empty, the TV still playing, but when Carly listened carefully she could hear the high-pitched creak of the stairs, meaning Lexi was still making her way up.

She's gotten so much slower, Carly thought, closing her eyes and picturing the quake of Lexi's ass as she’d waddled away. She forced them back open, feeling almost uncomfortable, almost as if she shouldn't be thinking about that image in the way that she was, and shook her head, dismissing any analysis of her odd fixation in favor of strategy. 

With her makeshift plan established, she crept out of the dining room slowly, listening to the sound of Lexi's footfalls above her traveling towards Sierra's room at the end of the hall. She looked towards the couch, eager to see what junk Lexi had been stuffing her face with this time, and was supposed to find a bag of baby carrots. Yes, Lexi had been devouring them like the glutton she was, but the surprisingly nutritious snack made it clear: Lexi was on a diet. 

The girl who constantly bragged about how much she could put away, constantly poked fun at the other girls for their fruit salads and early morning gym visits, was finally on a diet. That meant that she knew how fat she’d gotten, knew how bad it was. 

Is that why she came back here? Carly thought with a start, remembering what Lexi had yelled on the phone. Does she not have any clothes that fit?

Determined to see the product of her coercive work, Carly crept past the couch and up the stairs, the wood creaking far less for her than it had for Lexi. She saw the light on in the room Sierra shared with Ella and breathed a sigh of relief, pleased that her less-than-subtle directions to Sierra's room in the group chat had led Lexi right into her trap. 

She slowly inched through the dark hallway, feeling butterflies swarm in her stomach as the thought of seeing Lexi's body again made her heartbeat quicken, and finally reached the open door, angling her head near imperceptibly around the corner in the hopes that Lexi wouldn't notice. 

The portly woman was well distracted, and Carly watched as she held up the leggings, examining both them and herself in Sierra and Ella's full-length wall mirror. Lexi smacked the hanging swell of her gut a few times, frowning and making a face as if she was concentrating hard, then amazing Carly by relaxing ab muscles that Carly had no idea had been held tense, allowing her fleshy chub to bulge and round out even further. 

Lexi had been sucking in. She was enormous, bigger than Carly could’ve possibly imagined. Carly couldn’t move, couldn’t look away, but Lexi was entirely absorbed in her own image, smacking and wobbling her gut a few more times with a frown almost as heavy as she’d become. 

She began to tug off the skin-tight black sweatpants with effort, grunting a bit as she struggled to pull them down her saddlebags and revealing the full extent of her near-impossible gain. Her thighs and ass looked like they’d been pumped with fat, and even her tubby little calves were swollen beyond what should've been possible in less than a year. Her tiny black thong was so tight that it cut deeply into the flab at her waist like the casing on a ham, her love handles pouring over the sides and an angry red line from the tightness of her pants encircling her middle. 

She kicked the sweatpants off with effort, struggling all the way down, and Carly noticed with delight that she was huffing and puffing, exhausted from the simple task of undressing.

Lexi grabbed the leggings from the bed and stepped one leg into the spandex, her belly bunching into a mass of rolls as she bent down. She stepped into the other leg and began to work the leggings up just as slowly as she’d been forced to work the sweatpants down, the straining fabric becoming translucent with stress as it stretched beyond its limits to cover more and more of her fat-filled legs. The situation was clearly already a lost cause but Lexi soldiered on, her little grunts and moans becoming louder as she tried harder and harder to tug the offending legwear over her bulk. 

She was breathing even more heavily now and Carly found herself matching Lexi’s breath, wanting to soak up every moment and remember every detail. She was barely blinking, and the butterflies had escaped containment and were now flitting and tingling all over her body. Her skin was on fire and she felt so alive, felt hot and cold and confused and electric. 

She wanted nothing more than to touch Lexi's body, to feel it as if to verify its flabby authenticity, to ensure that this perfect moment wasn't a dream. 

Lexi grunted heavily as the leggings reached the tops of her thighs, and Carly watched, enraptured, as she grabbed the waistline of the leggings on both sides of her hips and began to jump up and down as best she could, her breasts and belly leaping and shaking with the movement. 

Her swollen tits nearly escaped the tiny t-shirt with every jump and Carly found herself wishing that they would, wishing that she could see the fullness of Lexi's massive bare tits, impossibly perky despite how heavy they were. She wanted to hold one, she’d need both hands, just to feel its heft, to feel how much weight Lexi was carrying around in her boobs alone. 

Her unrestrained belly was undulating like it had a mind of its own as she struggled, huffed, and puffed through each jump, every single pound she’d packed on during her study abroad openly displayed and wobbling wildly for Carly's viewing pleasure. Much to Carly’s surprise (and given her expression, Lexi’s as well) the leggings finally reached the tops of her thighs and were facing their next daunting challenge; her ass. 

Lexi, clearly pleased to make that much progress with the overtaxed leggings, smiled at herself in the mirror, turning to get a better look at her once-flawless trophy. Lexi’s ass may have been oversized and covered in cellulite but it was still the perfect shape, and Carly found herself wishing that Lexi would smack it like she smacked her belly, picturing the wobbling reverberations and the contrast of Lexi's comparatively small, chubby little hands on her widened backside. 

Instead, Lexi bent over a bit and shook her hips lightly from side to side, emulating the kinds of dances that she was constantly using to get attention at parties when she was still thin. The fatty’s half-hearted twerk left each cheek bouncing freely from side to side and Carly bit her lip again to keep from making a noise, suddenly certain that Lexi had to know she was being watched. The oblivious older girl made no glance towards her however, and instead straightened up and resumed her task. 

She jumped, tugged, and panted, the herculean task of covering her entire body clearly one the leggings were unequipped for. 

Carly continued to watch, that unidentifiable feeling spreading across her and making her feel uncontained, as if she were out of her own control.

Lexi jumped, jumped again, and finally worked the leggings up high enough to cover the majority of her jiggling flesh, sucking in to pull the leggings over her gut as best she could and looking in the mirror. The high-waisted leggings were pulled up to nearly her belly button, but their tightness made a muffin top of fat mushroom over their band, Lexi's portly upper belly bulging outward and obscuring the waistline of the leggings. 

She smiled at herself, turning back and forth in admiration as if the ordeal had actually proven anything, and Carly watched with bated breath as Lexi finally, finally let her belly ease back out, clearly unable to suck in for long. Her plumped gut surged forward and the waistband instantly caved to the avalanche of fat straining within it, immediately rolling down and snapping with a loud pop as Lexi's gut burst free with an exaggerated bounce. Lexi bent slightly to grab the falling waistband but the leggings disagreed with the choice and immediately split up the back with a loud rip, her wide, wobbling ass exposed once more. 

Carly, who had vaguely pictured herself walking into the room after the leggings were on and humiliating Lexi even further, suddenly found herself unable to move and unconsciously let out a tiny, breathy moan, unsure exactly what seeing Lexi's body like this was doing to her. 

Lexi's head shot up, her focus on her belly abandoned. 

“Who’s there?” she called suspiciously, and terror rose in Carly's throat. 

She pulled back from the doorway and took a few steps back into the darkness, praying she would be able to reach the open bathroom door before Lexi lumbered out of Sierra and Ella's room.

“Is somebody there?” Carly heard her call again, this time closer to the door's entrance, and Carly made a calculated risk and ran for the bathroom, hoping against reason that Lexi hadn't heard. 

“Hello?” the tubby girl called again from the hallway, Carly trying to steady her breathing as she pressed herself between the toilet and the sink in the dark, her back against the wall.

“Hello?” Lexi said again, this time directly in front of the open door of the room that was barely concealing Carly's location. 

There was a beat of silence that felt like a lifetime, and finally, Lexi muttered “Whatever” and trudged back down the hall. 

Carly didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she heard the girl's heavy footfalls on the steps again, and finally dropped her head into her hands, unsure of what she was doing. 

She heard Lexi's voice from downstairs and snuck back towards the top of the landing, peeking through the slats of the staircase and watching Lexi yell on the phone, pacing back and forth in the sorority house's large and well-equipped kitchen. 

“Ok, well you're the nutritionist, figure it out!” Lexis was yelling. “I don't care what’s impossible, I’m the one paying you. Yes, 100 pounds. Yes, before school starts, I have two months.”

Carly blinked in surprise. 100 pounds, Lexi had gained 100 pounds since the last time they'd seen each other, and it finally went to all the wrong places. 

“I didn't ask you to do math, I asked you to do your job!” she shrieked, hanging up the phone and throwing it down as if it were the cause of her impossibly excessive gain. 

Carly watched as Lexi pouted, then turned one way and the other, looking around as if she expected to be caught. When she saw no one, she turned to the cabinet and pulled out a family-sized bag of potato chips, leftover snacks from the girl's holiday party. She tore it open aggressively and began to eat with fury, as if she were punishing the chips for being so desirable. 

She shoved them in her mouth by the handful, gorging herself like a pig right in front of Carly’s eyes as her belly bloated out further and further from the salty calories. She finished the entire bag without a single pause as if she were possessed, groaning from the growing pressure in her middle as she neared the end, and to Carly’s delight dove right back into the cabinet and produced a packet of cookies. 

Carly, somehow less afraid of being caught than missing a single second of Lexi’s fatty binge, ran to her room to grab her vlog camera. She wanted to remember every bite, and something told her she’d be watching the footage over and over again.