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 Lauren - Fashion

Tara had always had trouble managing Lauren Smith. The moment the beautiful brunette moved to Gingerbreadland, she was an instant star. And how could she not be? An uber-thick figure, big in in all the right places--just the kind of girl Curvy Kat wanted. No surprise that the leading plus-size women’s clothing company picked her up, and Tara had been working with her since.

The only problem was as Lauren grew comfortable with the Gingerbreadland lifestyle, she...well, grew. The girl had a hell of an appetite, and all those calories found their way onto her bodacious figure, which grew thicker...and thicker...and thicker… 

She grew beyond what Curvy Kat would consider an ideal size for their brand. But Lauren’s popularity made her an invaluable asset. Curvy Kat couldn’t afford to lose her, so they had to simply deal with the girl’s expanding figure, even as the pounds, inches, and cup sizes climbed higher and higher. 

And that’s where Tara came in. As Lauren’s stylist, she was tasked with keeping the swelling teenager on-brand for Curvy Kat: that meant clothes that complemented a curvy girl’s figure, but tastefully, not too much, and never letting her look actually FAT.

‘A lot easier said than done’ thought Tara with a frown, folding up some clothes as they got ready to appear on the popular talk show Christy Chats. ‘Really, that girl has got to cut back’ She shook her head as she held up an enormous bra with cups big enough for her to sit in--yet one strap had snapped and the hooks on the band had broken. Too small for Lauren. The girl always had huge boobs but with all the added weight, they had grown absolutely monstrous.

And they weren’t the only thing that had grown.

“Laur! No!” went Tara when she saw the plus-size model helping herself to the spread laid out for the guests backstage. 

Now over 500 pounds of quaking curvage, the enormous teenager was bent forward, picking pastries and treats off the table and shoveling them into her stuffed face happily, both hands active. To be entirely fair, even Tara had to agree those 500+ pounds didn’t look terrible on Lauren. The girl was tall (and seemed to be growing taller), and was blessed with a natural hourglass figure which only seemed to expand proportionally as she gained weight. Of course, while most of it went to her already outrageous tits and ass, the extra weight had to go elsewhere too...

Her chubby arms jiggled as she reached across the table, and so did her colossal breasts quaking and swaying as she leaned. But most attention-grabbing from Tara’s current point of view was Lauren’s gigantic ass. She’d always had a big fat booty to match her giant boobs, but that too had grown to monstrous proportions. It was so big that it was currently causing her skirt to ride up, the bottom of her fat cheeks pouring out, and her panties showing! 

“Laur!” Tara hurriedly tugged the skirt down best as she could to cover her model’s bulging booty, the girl apparently unashamed of having her ass say ‘hello’ to everyone on set. The seam of the skirt had torn considerably just to fit, showing even more of Lauren’s huge wobbling thighs and jiggling hip-plumpness.

Lauren straightened back up and faced her stylist. Well, more like looked down at her--she was much taller, and Tara was looking the over-developed young lady in her gargantuan rack.

‘Oh god why did they only send over a XXXXL? They know that’s too small for Laur nowadays’ she thought with a frown, staring at what was supposed to be a tasteful, cute, not-too-showy crop top that stretched down to a girl’s waist. 

On Lauren, however, the poor thing didn’t even make its way fully over her gigantic rack, the bottom of Lauren’s huge but over-taxed bra cups showing and--dear god--underboob pouring out in healthy amounts. The crop top was so undersized that the back and sides had ripped just to get around the circumference of her bust. There were rips in front too, but Tara was thankful they weren’t as grave as the rips at the back (yes, it had come to this).  

“What? I’m hungry!” said the model through a mouthful of pie, a cream-filled pastry in the other.

“Laur, you ate on the ride here…” went Tara, her eyes traveling downward from Lauren’s vision-impeding bosom to-- “Laur! Didn’t I tell you to button this up? This is supposed to be a high-waisted skirt!” she said, when she saw Lauren’s fat belly bulging out obscenely, totally exposed. ‘And hide this overfed thing for TV!’ she thought. As much as they liked full-figured girls, Curvy Kat didn’t not like its models looking outright fat.

“It’s too tight” stated Lauren as she shoved the rest of her pastry into her mouth, cream trickling down her double-chin.

“Maybe if you stopped stuffing your face for a minute!” retorted Tara, grabbing the semi-eaten pie in her other hand and setting it back down on the food table. 

“But I’m still hungryyy” pouted the teenage model, licking her fingers clean as she bounced slightly in place causing all her bulging curves and blubber to quake. A lot of the time Tara felt like she was taking care of an enormous spoiled brat, who’s ever-expanding tits and ass let her get anything she wanted.

“You can wait ‘til after the show, and I’ll take you out for ice cream. Now suck it in!”

When Lauren was called on-stage moments later, Tara knew things would get messy.

Though she had managed to pack Lauren’s semi-stuffed belly into the skirt, effectively covering it, she gasped when she saw Lauren had somehow gotten her hands on two slices of pie which she was holding in each hand. As she was greeted by Christy, the show’s host, the Curvy Kat model was holding the pies in each hand like some kind of fattie!

When Christy invited her to sit, Tara held her breath. While the seats were very spacious for a regular-sized person, capable of even seating two at once, she winced as she watched Lauren’s gigantic ass fill up the seat with ease, even overflowing it. 

*CRAAAACCCKKKKKK!!!!* went a couple of the seat’s arms, having to make room for all that Lauren. 

“Oh my...you’re certainly...ummm...healthier than any Curvy Kat model I’ve interviewed” said Christy with a worried smile, as the chair buckled under the overgrown model’s weight, creaking and groaning...but ultimately holding.

“Yeah, I’ve always been a curvy girl but I might’ve put on a few pounds since I moved here” admitted Lauren through a mouthful of pie, looking down past her own gigantic breasts at her seat-busting booty. “But all my fans say the extra bit of weight looks good on me, which is perfect since I just loooove the food here!” she smiled, taking another big bite out of the pie.

“And it certainly shows! The boys at school must not know what to do with you!” said Christy encouragingly, the audience laughing and applauding in agreement. Even Christy was quite blown away from seeing Lauren in the flesh--her figure was so much more imposing in person than in photos. She had never seen anything like her. “How old did you say you were?”

“Just turned eighteen! Already started my semester at Gingerbread High” said Lauren proudly, sitting up straighter which caused her chair to groan louder as her ass surged over it more heavily, but also caused her chest to thrust further forward, her top and bra creaking almost as much as the chair.

“Hear that folks? Only eighteen and already a body like THAT! No wonder she’s become an overnight celebrity in our lovely country!” said Christy, gawking a bit as those colossal boobs closed the distance between them. More applause and cheers.

To the side, Tara gasped as she saw one of the clasps of Lauren’s bra snap from behind. Code red! She couldn’t have Lauren’s bra bursting on national television, her giant tits flying out.

“Oh, look who’s here!” said Christy, as Tara emerged out from backstage.

“Everybody, this is Tara, my stylist!” said Lauren, causing the audience to applaud Tara’s surprise entrance as well.

Tara smiled and waved nervously at the crowd, rushing to her model’s side. She wasn’t one for such attention, but luckily(?) Lauren was so big she hid Tara from view as she began the task of affixing some reinforcement straps to Lauren’s bursting bra.

“So you’re the woman responsible for making Lauren look this good!” said Christy.

“Haha, I only help. This is mostly Lauren’s doing” she replied with a meek smile, her head popping out from behind Lauren momentarily. She was partly talking about Lauren’s outrageous, fattened figure with that statement as well.

“What are some challenges that come with being Lauren’s stylist?”

‘You mean besides having to rush out on stage because she’s busting out of a Z-cup bra, and keep her from flashing all the viewers?’ thought Tara between grunts of battling some back-chub. “Ummm...well…”

“Tara’s always helping me find clothes that fit me right. That can be tough since I’m still a growing girl” interrupted Lauren as she shoved the rest of the pie into her mouth piggishly. “I mean, she helped me pick these out, and they fit me perfectly!” she went obliviously, looking down at her colossal boobs straining her poor crop top, her bra cups and underboob showing. 

Tara face-palmed inwardly. That wasn’t exactly saying a lot for her image as a stylist.

“Like...even though I’ve put on a few pounds recently…” went on Lauren, licking her fingers clean, some sauce trickling down onto her cleavage messily. “...this outfit does such a good job of keeping all my curves in check, don’t you think?”

But before Christy could answer--

*POP!!!!* 

The buttons of Lauren’s skirt that had been holding in her belly popped right off, allowing the big girl’s well-fed gut to spill out onto her thighs. 

All three girls paused for a second. Tara was mortified, this was exactly the scenario she was afraid of! Christy was shocked at such a lewd display, but somewhat impressed too--the impact of her belly slapping onto her thighs caused waves of wobbling to ripple through her belly, thighs, and her giant quaking breasts. 

“Errr...actually, I think us curvier girls should know when to let loose once in a while, ya know?” backtracked Lauren with a bite of her lip, looking down at her still-wobbling blubber.

Tara looked over at a nearby monitor, live, showing what all the viewers at home saw. The words “Lauren, 18, Curvy Kat Model” captioned the shot. It showed a 500+ pound overfed teenager sitting in a chair that was buckling and breaking under her fat ass, her tits obscenely bulging out of her too-small top, and her fat belly out for all to see. She was licking her fingers piggishly, some pie-sauce trickling messily onto her own bulging cleavage, while a half eaten slice waited in her other hand. The horror. To viewers all over, this overfed prized cow of a girl was the face of Curvy Kat. And then...

“BUUURRRPPPPPPP!!!” went Lauren, letting out a loud, satisfied belch, powerful enough to send her giant tits and fat belly wobbling again. 

The icing on the high-calorie cake.