The remote - Miranda gets fatter.

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The remote - Miranda gets fatter.

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Miranda ran down the dirt road after her mother's truck, hoping to catch her before the changes got any worse. She sprinted along at a good clip, her daily jogging routine coming in handy, but after a while her elegant stride became fitful and awkward and her legs felt awkward as they hit the ground.

Miranda paused for a second, then had a realization. She kicked off her expensive running shoes, and continued along the dirt path barefoot.

"There, that's better," she thought, enjoying the cool breeze against her exposed feet. However, that relief was short lived, as she found it increasingly hard to catch her breath. As she rounded a bend and saw her cheap trailer off in the distance, she had to take a break, and bent over and began gulping down oxygen.

Why was this happening, she wondered. She had run track all four years of high school... Or wait, it was only freshman year. After that, she had to devote all her time to studying, which was when this happened, she thought, grabbing the roll of fat that had developed over her formerly washboard abs. Still, there was no time to waste, and after a brief pause she began jogging at a lighter pace, her belly jiggling with every step.

When she arrived at the door, she was red-faced and gasping for air, but knew she didn't have any time to spare and barreled through.

"Where's... the remote," she panted, glaring angrily at her mother, who was reclining in a lazy boy sipping on a tall boy.

"Will lookit that," Alicia said with a smile. "The changes have started already."

"What'reya talkin' about you fat sow?" Miranda barked. "Now quit yer gabbin' and give me the remote."

Alicia's smile widened. "It's locked up in the gun locker, where ya kin never git at it."

Miranda cursed inwardly. Everyone in her family knew the combination to that safe... everyone except her. She had never had an interest in shooting, she never bothered to learn the combination.

"Dammit Alicia, just give it to me," Miranda pleaded.

"Don't worry yerself none," Alicia smiled. "By tomorrow, you won't even remember the damn thing."

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Miranda awoke the next morning, and immediately ran through the multiplication tables in her head. Good, so she wasn't that far gone. She sat up in bed, ignoring the soft doughy potbelly that formed in her lap. She bathed in the family's cramped, grimy shower, and began getting dressed. Her clothes were still tasteful, though of a much cheaper quality as she now simply shopped with the rest of the family, instead of ditching them to hit up the trendier stores. Reluctantly, she put on a pair of cheap tennis shoes, as she knew the other kids would make fun of her if she showed up barefoot.

She joined her mother for a cheap, microwaved breakfast, glaring silently at her the whole time, and began the arduous trek to school. Once she arrived, she was starving again, and hit up a vending machine for a couple Snickers bars. By the time she reached her first class, her belly was already starting to peak out from under her blouse, and she had to keep tugging on it to keep it hidden.

She was relieved to find that as the class got underway, she was just as smart as she ever was, and constantly found herself the only one with her hand up to answer questions. However, as the class continued, she found she was having trouble breathing. Was this part of the changes? Then she had a realization.

She unzipped her jeans, allowing her prodigious belly to spill forward. She breathed a sigh of relief, and resigned herself to not answering any more questions that class. Unfortunately, a little while later, the tightness returned, and she sighed as she attempted to discretely unstrap her bra. The relief as her DDs drooped to rest on her belly was indescribable, and she was able to concentrate for the rest of the class.

However, once the bell rang, she realized she was in a bit of a predicament. Once the classroom was empty, she cautiously stood up, pulling her unbuttoned jeans with her. As she attempted to button them, she regretted wearing such tight jeans today, as the button was at least a half a foot from the hole. However, by holding her breath and lifting her belly, she managed to get it closed, though the button threatened to pop at any moment.

She awkwardly waddled down the hall, her belly on display for anyone to gawk at. Two pretty, skinny girls in particular were pointing and laughing as Miranda's massive jugs and belly jiggled all over the place.

"What'r you twigs laughin' at," she snapped as she waddled by.

The two paused briefly, then burst into even louder laughter.

  1. Miranda heads for the bookstore to buy some better fitting clothes. However, she finds all the clothes there too concealing, and makes some modifications so they show off her assets.
  2. She grabs some new clothes and heads to her next class, but finds she's having a hard time grasping the material. Maybe she should sign up for something easier.
  3. She decides to head home to see if she can find a way to get the remote, but stops for a six pack and some smokes on the way, causing further changes.
  4. She heads home and attempts to convince Alicia that the changes are done and to give her back the remote.
  5. Something Else.

Page created by: trunkkeyfitz on 2014-07-12 17:07:08.

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