Unlimited Meal Plan - Chapter 3

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Contains: Weight Gain mostly to Breasts

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Unlimited Meal Plan

Chapter III: Wardrobe Malfunctions

It was the first week in October, and the roommates were getting dressed for Saturday “brunch.” CJ could hear an aria of grunts and groans as her voluptuous roommate struggled to close the hooks on her bra.

“You need some help?”

“No… why?”

“Oh I don’t know, you just kinda… sound like a dying seal.”

Leah made an indignant huff, stomping one foot.

“I do not sou–”

Unfortunately the redhead’s stomp sent a wave of quaking and jiggling throughout her body, making her well rounded chest wobble and her overtaxed undergarment creak.

–SNAP–

CJ watched in slow motion as her roommate’s breasts slumped down slightly into her tee shirt and protruded a little further forward.

“Did… did your bra just break?”

“Ugh. Stupid thing. It was kind of old and worn out anyway.”

Leah fished the broken bra out from under her tee shirt.

“Isn’t that the one you got right before school started?”

Leah’s cheeks flushed a faint pink.

“No,” she lied, “it’s one I got last year.”

“Well, do you have another one?”

Leah’s eyes darted around, and she grabbed an extra large hoodie from her wardrobe cabinet.

“None that I like. Let’s just go eat. I’ll go shopping after.”

“Oh sweet, I need to do that too. Start looking for Halloween ideas…”

Leah suppressed a groan. Why had she told her model-thin roommate she was going shopping??

At least some bacon and eggs would make her feel better.

***

Brunch consisted of an extra large Denver omelette with several pieces of toast for Leah and a bowl of fruit and two eggs over-easy for CJ. Leah was unable to shake her roommate from accompanying her to the outlet mall, so by midday the two girls were walking around the outdoor mall of shops.

“Do you usually do tops first or bottoms?” The blonde asked.

“Huh?”

“You know, tops and bottoms. You gotta have a plan at a place that’s all spread out like this. Do you like to shop for shirts and blouses first or pants and skirts?”

CJ paused for a moment.

“Or maybe underwear first…?” She asked in a teasing voice.

Seeing shades of pink blossom on her curvy roommate’s cheeks she pressed on.

“Maybe some nice lacy stuff for when you ask out Jayden…”

“Jayden?”

“You know, that blonde guy at the Epsilon Omega party…”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Now it was CJ’s turn to blush, though the auburn haired girl didn’t see it. What did it mean, CJ wondered, that Leah hadn’t noticed the cutest guy at last night’s party?

The shorter girl touched her hip nervously, and then hugged her breasts with her other arm. Torn between two equally stressful options, she finally said,

“I guess we can do tops first. And I guess I need new bras, after that old one broke.”

“Alright, let’s hit up the lingerie outlet first, then we can look at tops.”

Leah was praying that her friend would find something to distract her while she shopped for bigger bras, but the tall glamorous blonde was on her heels like a Golden Retriever.

Once inside, Leah started flipping through the racks, trying to find anything in her size. CJ on the other hand, kept grabbing lace teddies and silk camis, holding them up to her torso and asking Leah her opinion.

The short girl rarely said more than “that’s nice” as she thumbed through the racks, finding precious few that were even G-cup, much less H, and even those were 36s and up, so the band would likely be too loose.

“Leah do you want to maybe… get refitted?”

“What? Why?”

“Well, didn’t you say your bras were too tight?”

Leah blushed again. “When did I say that?”

“Heh, our first night together, when you got drunk at that Kappa party.”

“Oh…”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You want to make sure you have the right size for like, your back and stuff…”

CJ brushed one hand in a straight line down from her chin to her navel with a sardonic grin.

“That’s what I hear, anyway.”

“I guess so…”

“Come on.” CJ took her friend by the elbow and went to the counter where a bored looking dark haired teenager sat.

“Hi there! My friend needs to be fitted, can you do that?”

“Sure, come with me.”

The young girl barely suppressed an eye roll.

***

Walking to the next shop, CJ kept repeating “34 I…”

“I can’t believe I had to get a maternity bra… and the band is too big…”

“34 I…”

“I’m going to have to start custom ordering them online. This is such a pain.”

“Cheer up, short stuff.” CJ said with a grin. “It could be way worse. Imagine being flat like me.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry CJ, you probably think I’m humble bragging.”

“Don’t worry about it. Like my grandma always says, ‘the grass is always greener.’”

“Yeah…” the shorter girl eyed her roommate, imagining herself fitting comfortably into cute skinny girl clothes, and not having these big weights jostling around her shirt all day.

Thinking about CJ’s body, Leah soon was picturing the thin, perfect blonde with her hair in a pony tail and cap, grunting as she swung her racket to hit the tennis ball. Turning red she shook her head rapidly to banish the image.

“After we look at tops maybe we can check out the food trucks!”

***

“Ugh, I think there was something weird in that pulled pork.” CJ groaned.

“I don’t think it’s the food so much as how much of it you ate.”

“Hey! I had way less than you did!”

“Yeah well… you’re skinnier than I am.”

“Wait… are you calling yourself fat?”

“No, I’m just saying…”

“Is somebody else calling you fat? You just point ‘em out to me, I’ll throw down.”

CJ had affected a bad Italian-American accent, and Leah was giggling.

“Nobody messes with my roomie. Not even her.”

CJ met Leah’s eyes.

“Because you’re beautiful. And you’re not fat or chubby or any of that. You’ve just got real curves. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Would you rather be a beanpole like me?”

The taller girl’s expression became pensive.

“H-hey…” Leah stammered “you’re not…”

CJ grinned again, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Yes I am. But it all works out, you know? If we go to a party, we’ll never have to fight over the same guys. You can have the guys who like big tits, and I’ll take the ones who don’t!”

As she tried to process CJ’s joke, Leah felt her stomach rumbling despite the fact that she’d eaten a very generous portion of BBQ pulled pork and tater tots less than two hours ago. She briefly considered hitting up their normal meal spot for dinner, but they’d had a late lunch. Leah knew CJ wasn’t going to be hungry yet, and she’d probably think Leah was some kind of pig if she said she wanted dinner already.

Leah thought up a quick excuse. Sitting up on her bed she slipped her shoes back on.

“I’m headed out.”

“Oh? You got something going on?”

“Yeah it’s a study session… History.”

“–yawn– Well you have fun with that.”

“Yeah… thanks.”

The dorm two buildings over was where most of the international students lived. Seated in the relatively small dining room, Leah scooped a big mouthful of curry rice into her mouth, smiling and wiggling in her seat as she chewed contentedly.

***

“What about this one?”

CJ asked, pointing to a bunny-girl costume.

“For you, maybe.”

“Yeah right, I’ll spend the whole party getting asked where my boobs went.”

Leah however was imagining her roommate’s long legs in the dark tights that the model on the costume package was wearing.

“Well how about this then?”

“You’re not serious?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“A nun?” CJ picked up the costume package to look more closely.

“It’s not even a sexy nun. Don’t they have some of those nuns from those Chinese cartoons you watch?”

“It’s called ‘anime’ and they’re Japanese.”

CJ was already on to another costume.

“Here you go!”

“Veto.”

“Why?”

“I’m not wearing a slutty maid outfit, CJ.”

CJ was already imagining her shorty roommate’s ass in that short skirt, and her breasts overflowing the wide neckline at the top.

“Here’s one for you.”

Leah pointed to a witch costume.

“Har har. Ooh wait…”

CJ picked up the knockoff Harry Potter “witch” costume next to the traditional black one Leah had pointed at.

“I think I can make this one sexy.”

Leah rolled her eyes and grabbed a package with cat ears and a tail. CJ wanted to protest but suddenly she was picturing her curvy roommate as a cat. Curling up in her lap… rubbing against her leg… rolling on her back to present her soft tummy and full breasts for rubs…

Shaking herself, CJ shrugged at her roommate’s choice and they made for the checkout.

***

On Wednesday Leah found herself at a dining hall up campus that was set up like a faux-Italian bistro. Swirling a big lump of spaghetti onto her fork, Leah replayed the memory of trying on several of her favorite ‘cute’ shirts to go with her cat-girl Halloween costume.

They were too small.

Literally all of them were too small on her now.

Seams stretched, buttons strained… One cute black babydoll top wouldn’t even button in the back behind her big fat boobs.

As she stuffed the wad of pasta into her mouth and chewed, Leah chided herself. This was definitely not helping.

But it was good, really good.

And it was free.

And whenever she was freaking out about tests, or big assignments due, or how much she’d grown since the semester started, the instant gratification of delicious food always calmed her down. It made her feel safe, and content.

The woman in her mid 30s who was working the counter watched the pneumatic redhead inhale her spaghetti like she thought it might run away. The girl had also polished off a whole basket of rolls. And it was three-thirty in the afternoon. She wondered if this was ‘lunch’ or ‘dinner’ for the hungry girl.

Finding only an empty plate under her fork, Leah licked her lips contemplatively.

“Could I have some more?”

The spaghetti was neither lunch nor dinner for the growing Leah. Lunch had been chili cheeseburgers with waffle fries, and dinner would be fried chicken with a side of pizza.

***

“Ta-da! ‘Expecto Sexo!’”

CJ had shortened the skirt on her costume by a lot, it barely covered her panties. She had tall white socks almost to her knees and black Mary Janes. The top robe was just a cape that only reached the small of her back, and her white shirt was tied up to show her whole flat stomach. A wide maroon and gold necktie completed the ensemble.

“First of all, that’s the worst joke spell I’ve ever heard. If anything it should be ‘expecto socium’ or something, ‘sexo’ isn’t a real word.”

“Nerd.”

“That said, you look great.”

“Really?”

CJ grinned and twisted her hips shyly. It was a startling image.

“Alright what about you? Aren’t you gonna change?”

Leah grinned and picked up the headband from her desk, popping it on her head to create a set of cat ears that didn’t quite match her auburn hair, they were too brown. Turning around, Leah wiggled her bottom at her roommate, showing off the frizzy brown tail that hung there.

Apart from the ears and tail, Leah was dressed normally. She had on jeans that hugged her perfectly plump bubble but, and a fuzzy brown sweater that almost matched the ears and tail. Leah had hoped it would disguise her shape, but it was snug enough that CJ could see where her waist tapered in, and it made her generous breasts seem even larger than normal.

“I’ll admit I was skeptical, but that’s sexy as hell.”

“What!? It’s not sexy, it’s supposed to be cute!”

Leah put her hands on her hips angrily, and the motion caused her well rounded sweater puppies to wobble enticingly.

“Sorry, sorry… Fine, you look cute? You happy now?”

CJ reached out and patted Leah’s head placatingly.

Leah swatted her hand away.

“Come on, let’s just head to the party. I bet they have decent snacks…”

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