Cheeky II

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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This was a trap.

It looked like a trap, sounded like a trap—hell, it even smelled like a trap.

Yet the aroma of the fries was so terribly alluring. Carrie thought she'd go mad from desire.

"Maybe...just one..." she said.

Sid's smirk grew wider. This guy hated her.

Despite knowing that Sid could only have ill intentions, Carrie accepted the container of fries, feeling herself salivate as the greasy aroma filled her nostrils.

Professor Peterson started the lecture, paying little mind to the students snacking in the back.
Just one, Carrie reminded herself as she lifted a fry with shaking fingers. It was the perfect texture. Crispy and still warm. She brought it to her lips and bit down, her eyes fluttering closed as the salty, starchy taste of it filled her mouth.

Carrie popped a second fry between her lips before she even realized it. The cravings were overwhelming and she succumbed to them greedily, working her way through the massive container until she was grabbing fries up by the handful, munching greedily all the while.

She must have been noisy, because the students closest to her desk were throwing glances back at her. Carrie could hardly care. She stuffed the last handful of fries into her mouth and gulped it down, before gasping for breath for a moment, then releasing a belch and a quiet groan as she felt that sensation of bloated tightness surge down to her backside.

"Not much of a meal," Sid whispered—more so hissed over to her. In the front, Professor Peterson prattled on about politics. "I'm not really hungry. You should have it. Would be a shame to let it go to waste."

The fit of the desk was feeling even more uncomfortable than before, but Carrie found herself automatically reaching out to accept the grease-dripping paper bag Sid was directing her way.

She dug her hand in and was soon clutching a double cheeseburger with a one-pound patty. It was one of several. As nauseating as the sight of it should have made her, her stomach grumbled instead. She had just stuffed herself with a huge amount of fries but was already yearning for more food. Without hesitation, Carrie took a bite out of the first cheeseburger.

It tasted delicious. And this time the pressure on her ass was harder; more intense. Carrie took in bite after bite, working her way through three of the huge burgers. Her stomach remained comfortably loose while her ass continued to tighten.

After she finished her excessively large meal, Carrie was feeling stuffed and drowsy. Yet the feelings of discomfort ensured that she did not doze in class. The desk was getting to be a truly tight fit, her body crammed, actually feeling as though it might be stuck.

Carrie cursed under her breath and fidgeted somewhat, trying to get herself dislodged. There was the heat and pressure of her body still expanding, even as she discreetly struggled there, her face twisting with her awkward maneuvers.

She finally got her backside out of the desk but the distinct sound of clothing tearing accompanied her success. Suddenly Carrie was standing in the back of class, panting heavily as three dozen gazes swung her way.

Her gawking onlookers realized her dilemma before she did. With a growing feeling of dread, Carrie reached back to feel her leggings, her hand making contact with her ass far sooner than she had expected. Her unclothed ass. Her pants had torn right open in the back and now her bare backside was not only huge, but protruding out naked behind her, the plump naked flesh gently wobbling even then as she stood there motionless.

It was huge. Like a pair of volleyballs pushing out behind her, only heavier and softer, the flesh difficult to balance with her otherwise typical physique.

She was certain she looked ridiculous, her hands feebly trying to cover up the exposed flesh but barely containing a fraction of it. She was a horrifying combination of bizarre and obscene, having literally burst out of the back of her leggings in a cartoonish display of nudity.

Carrie stumbled back, her ass quavering with her every movement. She turned hastily, her butt rocking, but there was no direction she could move in that didn't leave her back to some students or the professor.

"My...goodness," said Professor Peterson, his jaw hanging.

Her heart pounding hard, Carrie turned for the door and waddled away as fast as her legs would carry her.

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