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Lauren - Best Friend

Lauren had always been a big girl. It was the good type of big too--big in all the right places, at least from what was considered “right” by mainstream standards. Massive boobs, a relatively small yet still soft waist that flared out into her wide, womanly hips and her huge round ass. 

I have some curves myself--I have a healthy bosom and shapely hips for my skinny build--but I’d always paled in comparison to Lauren’s almost cartoonish proportions. All girls did. But I didn’t mind. To me, Laur had always been the popular, vavavoom bombshell who pulled off the “thicc” look perfectly and flawlessly. Sure, her figure pushed the envelope a bit with how full and voluptuous it was, but I don’t think many would call her “fat”.  

Well, at least that was before the move to Gingerbreadland. I moved along with my best buddy so we could spend our last year of high school together. And that was the last I saw of “just thicc” Lauren.  

Moving to a country that absolutely worshipped fuller-figured girls...surrounded by delicious high-calorie food and countless suitors, fans, and admirers...it was the perfect storm for a girl like her to blow up. Gone were the restrictions of what was considered “good” big. In Gingerbreadland, bigger simply meant better.

The effect on Lauren’s figure was incredible, to say the least.

Now, I found myself scooting over, moving closer to the edge of the seat to make room for my increasingly full-figured friend. 

“Heya Clara, scoot over will you?” she said as she climbed into the van, which tilted noticeably with her weight. Typically a row could seat three people, but nowadays any row Lauren sat in could only sit her and one other person. And even then her seatmate was usually quite cramped, as Lauren’s vast hips occupied almost the entire row. 

“I already am…” I went, as my friend’s billowing curvage occupied space and spilled over me, literally pushing me against the van’s window. 

Her fully exposed belly bulged onto her massive thighs, fattened by the generosity of her many suitors. She probably couldn’t see it though, thanks to her now mind-bogglingly massive rack that stretched out monstrously in front of her. Her button-up top was barely managing to hold on, reaching only halfway down her colossal chest, leaving her bra cups exposed. They were seriously big enough for me to sit in, but they were straining against her ridiculously huge tits. The side of her giant right breast was engulfing me, pinning me against the window, so I hadn’t noticed it right away but...jeez, was her nipple actually showing? She licked her lips and fingers clean, having just finished another bag of pastries she had devoured in the short walk from her front door to the van, rubbing her well-fed belly with her other hand and letting out a “BUUURRRPPP!”

This Lauren couldn’t be further from the “just thicc” Lauren of just a few months ago. There were no two ways about it: Lauren Smith was FAT, with a capital “F”, and she didn’t seem to care!

But as her best friend, it was my duty to keep my buddy from ballooning out of control. I watched as she dug into her bag for another box of pastries her mother had packed for her. At the rate she was going, if I didn’t do something she’d be bigger than a house in a few months!

“Laur, did you get to use those free passes to the gym I sent you? Wanted to get your opinion on Gingerbread Fitness, I’ll go with you next weekend” I said casually as I watched my friend mow through her pastries happily while checking her phone, oblivious to my battle with her right breast. 

“Hmm? Oh right, no girl I wasn’t able to. Toby invited me for pizza and I just couldn’t say no!” she said through a mouthful of pastry, looking over at me sinking into her side-boob.

“Wasn’t that...mmmfff...just after your date with Milo?” I said in a boob-muffled voice. Okay, she didn’t seem to care how much space her outrageous tits were taking up.

“Yeah it was! Why, can’t a girl have two lunches?” she giggled, crumbs flying out her mouth as her gigantic jugs wobbled with her laughter. She raised a plump arm (and Lauren’s arms had always been--and still were--the “thinnest” part of her), calling to the van driver up front. “Could we grab some drive thru on the way to school? Maybe at a Joey’s Sweets or Fat Al’s? Thankssss~” she said, her arm jiggling as she waved, causing her boobs to quake again and her buttons to groan. Of course the driver was going to say yes. No hot-blooded Gingerbreadland male could resist the opportunity to fatten up those outrageous breasts.

This was precisely why she was getting so big.