Cheeky

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

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"Whoopsies," sang Carrie as she roughly shoved Sid in the hallway. Sid fell to the floor, his books tumbling around him in addition to an embarrassing amount of dice and monster cards. God, what a nerd.

The other college students surrounding them barely tried to hide their sniggers.
Sid glared hatefully up at Carrie. This was a daily ritual.

"Next time watch where you're going," Carrie sang, turning around only to hear Sid muttering something weird and latin-sounding. She craned her neck to see what he was up to when a strange white glow shot out from his palms and slammed straight into her—her ass. Her butt tingled for a moment, feeling very warm, before returning to normal.

"'What the hell was that?" said Carrie, looking around at her friends.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"You didn't see it?"

"See what?"

"Maybe I'm imagining things," Carrie muttered. She threw Sid a wary look.

He smirked at her and offered a sarcastic little wave from where he was still perched on the floor.

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A week later, Carrie couldn't help noticing that her butt was becoming larger.

It got strangely bloated, especially after meals.

She examined her profile in the mirror, eying the way her backside now stretched out her leggings.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was just odd. In fact, Carrie was beginning to appreciate the way her formerly-flat ass was filling out her clothes.

"It's like everything I eat goes to my butt," she murmured to herself in bemusement. She tugged at her pants a bit before grabbing her backpack and heading off to class.

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Carrie's butt was surging.

And she was beginning to see a real correlation between what she ate and the growth of her ass.

After her meals she often felt a strange sense of fullness in her backside that was usually reserved for her stomach.

She tried to eat less. It seemed like the most logical course of action. Only, Carrie’s appetite had surged in recent weeks. She had a particular affection for french fries, and found herself munching on them at almost any point during the day. And after every meal, her backside somehow felt heavier. She would scrutinize herself in the mirror and wonder if it had gotten larger as well.

Carrie's ass was getting undeniably big. At first she had been completely unbothered by the sexy curve bulging out behind her. But now it was more than a curve. It was a considerable swell that rocked and bobbed as she moved around.

The flattering catcalls and wolf whistles were devolving to stunned stares and gasps. Her butt cheeks were approaching the size of volleyballs and nothing seemed to fit her anymore.

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Carrie tried starving herself.

It decidedly wasn't an effective strategy.

She usually just broke after a day or so, then descended into a ravenous binge in which she devoured several greasy fast food meals and a whole box of cookies for dessert.

Spandex had become her new best friend. It wasn't as though anything else could contain her huge mound.

Her backside rocked back and forth as she walked around, often bumping into things or knocking items over, especially when she tried to squeeze between desks in classrooms.

Her girlfriends looked aghast and avoided her as though they thought her to be contagious. The guys all seemed disturbed or intimidated, though a select few threw winks and appeared highly interested in Carrie's unique dimensions. Only one response was entirely unexpected. Sid would look at Carrie and smirk.

Her clothes strained. She was just massive. The variety of long spandex skirts she had purchased recently were already close to tearing. Her butt was disproportionate from the rest of her slim body. It bounced and jiggled with her every movement, seeming to span out at least a foot behind her.

The classroom desks had become a tight squeeze, and when Carrie did manage to get into them, her ass seemed to elevate her above everyone else, like a plump, squishy platform beneath her.

She tried to focus during lecture that day, but she was feeling fidgety and rather phobic that her skirt would finally give way to the strain after her heavy pasta lunch.

She attempted to remain as calm and still as possible, when the aroma of greasy potatoes caught her attention. She turned to her side to see Sid seated beside her. He was snacking from a large container overflowing with greasy fries.

He caught her eye and grinned. "Want some?"

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