Hey! Remember Vicky~? Decided to do a little bit about her time in highschool. This could contradict certain points of the first picture and story she was in but since it's a fun topic to explore I couldn't help myself uwu

Dinky little story below. Lemme know what you think <3

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Mortifying! Horrific! For a girl who's always prided herself on her looks to be hiding an unsightly bulge beneath her shirt? There's nothing worse. Victoria's cheeks were flushed red the whole day, she could swear. It wasn't even that big. Perhaps the start of a love handle or two, nothing serious, right?

But it was a symptom of an underlying problem... something much more serious then her waistline beginning to pooch over her skirt and peek out from beneath her shirt as she stretched. Since she could remember Victoria liked food. More then any other girl her age, more then anyone in the whole world she used to think! It was always something strictly monitored in her house though. A second helping of desert would see her paw gently slapped and her mother telling her with a hint of disappointment that if she kept it up like that she would be FAT. It was always drilled into her head from a very young age how bad a thing that was. Nobody likes you if you're fat. You can't buy clothes, all your friends talk about you behind your back, no one wants to date you, or hire you, or fall in love with you. When was the last time you saw a fat movie princess swept off her feet by prince charming? Ha! So it's understandable that food was always this hidden delight. Victoria could remember sneaking sugarcubes in her pocket when she was six, running upstairs and licking them for hours on end. Stuffing pillows up her shirt to make herself look like she has a nice, full, sloshy tummy, all puffed up with all the sweet she's been eating.

Now Victoria is fifteen. Her mother and father both have full time jobs and seem to be rarely around the house. She's given a weekly allowance to spend on groceries and whatever else she needs for school, and with the exception of a once a month family dinner left to pretty much her own devices. It was a rainy, guilty little night when Victoria's love of food was rekindled. She was doing her weekly shopping when she saw half-off fudge in 2lb packets of differing flavours. They were large packets but half price fudge? How could she resist. She /loved/ fudge. In pretty much all the flavours they could dream up. Deciding to stock up on as much as she could she ended up piling her trolley high with fudge and very little else. She only really realised exactly how much fudge she bought when she was unpacking it at home. There was an ungodly amount... surely more then 50lb of fudge. She couldn't clog up the family cupboard with that! If her mother saw it she'd flip! So Vicky decided to lug all of the shopping into her room and alone with the rain pouring against the glass from outside she began to remember her childhood. Licking those sugarcubes.

That night was the best Victoria had in a long time. Pound after pound of fudge made its way into her tiny frame. Her lips became smeared with chocolate, some fudge fell on the fur of her breasts and melted into them. Delighting in that guilty feeling she ate until her stomach started to become round and taut full of fudge and she continued to feast. Soon the fifteen year old girl could easily be mistaken for pregnant. Cupping her swollen tummy in both paws she groaned and rolled onto her side, her legs squirming as she started to cradle her aching gut. "God... what was I thinking..." She moaned, pushing the wrappers away and slowly climbing into bed- hoping the feathery mattress would help relieve some of the tension on her gravid-looking middle. Still, as much as she thought about what the next day might bring, she relished what she'd done that night. She might have made a pig of herself but it was overdue. Already plans were forming for the next time Victoria might be able to have herself a little binge. And there was plenty of fudge left to get through.

The next morning Victoria's stomach had shrunk to a little bulge, barely noticeable beneath her shirt. And so the next night Victoria came straight home and binged on chocolate fudge. And the night after that, and the night after that. Slowly she stretched her capacity bigger and bigger and every morning she woke up to a tummy that was a little larger.

Which brings us to today, where Victoria folds her paws in her lap in a futile attempt to try and hide the pregnant looking bulge of her belly. The way it folds over her skirt and strains the lower buttons of her shirt. She blushes furiously when she sees people start to look at it and pretends not to hear the whispers of the other schoolgirls behind her back.

By lunchtime she couldn't take it any more! She hid in the cafeteria, burying her nose in a plate piled high with as many greasy foods as she could fit on it. Whilst she was eating she couldn't hear them talk, whilst she was stuffing her face she couldn't see their disgusted looks. Even as her tummy began to strain and swell. Victoria ate all through the lunch period, not even noticing as the bell rang to go to class. Looking up, wiping grease from her chin she realised she was all alone on the cafeteria. Even the lunch ladies had disappeared. Getting up slowly, one paw on her tummy, Victoria proceeded to dump her lunch tray with the others when she noticed for the first time... just how much food was left over after lunch. Enough to feed a family for weeks! What caught her eye especially was the giant tub full of this weeks desert. Fudge and icecream. What if she? No she couldn't... but maybe...?

Victoria waddled behind the counter looking this way and that to make sure that no one was watching. Reasonably certain the coast was clear she grabbed a large spoon and shovelled a mouthful of the delicious icecream and chocolate fudge into her mouth. Heaven! It went straight to her overpacked tummy and made her squirm with giddy appreciation. She quickly ducked in for another mouthful, then another. Her stomach began to really puff up, POP, her bottom most button pinged off the side of the tray and fell to the floor releasing her sloshing orb of a gut a little more. That was the last straw. That was it! The spoon clattered to the ground and Victoria's head was plunged into the massive tub. The bunny-girl was eating more like a pig! Slurping and snarfing sounds began to mix with a very loud sloshing and blurping coming from her stomach but Vicky paid it no heed. The consumption was divine. The tightness of her stomach, her tastebuds on fire with the sensation of flavour... Seconds of gorging turned into minutes and slowly but surely she emptied the entire tub into her overstuffed gut, a massive ball filled with a sloshing mixture that swayed this way and that with her every movement. The bunny-girl finished her meal off with a jug of soda, only leaning back and relaxing when she released the massive belch that had been bubbling up inside her. It was about then that she realised how foolish she'd actually been.

Looking down at herself Victoria saw that every button on her shirt had popped off, revealing her massive gut and her not so large breasts lying bra-less atop it! Her tummy sagged well over her skirt and puffed out in front of her like a heavily pregnant woman's. Except a pregnant woman's tummy didn't slosh half as loudly! She was surprised they couldn't hear her from outside. Giving a squeak of absolute embarrassment and indignation Victoria covered her breasts with her arms and sped out of the cafeteria as fast as her legs could take her. Adjusting to her new mass – that wasn't so fast. She had a clumsy waddle but finally she made it outside. And that was just the start. There was no way she could get off campus without being seen! She had to try...

Putting on a brave face and trying not to blush too much Victoria made her way for the front gates when she heard the shrill voice of the vice-principal.

"Victoria Roseather!"

Crap.

To be continued...