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Through college Linda yearned for a freshman 15, at least a freshman 5. Her parents were professional runners, and fatefully she inherited a greater sum of their parts, her hyper-effecient digestive system always found a way to utilize her excess energy whenever she'd try to put on weight- never allowing any to be stored in excess. She'd make a great long distance runner if she wanted to, but she didn't want to- Linda wanted to be a writer, and she didn't want too look like a bean-pole. Her roommates joked that if she didn't do her dishes they'd lock her in the broom closet.. the sad thing they didn't know is that she would actually fit.
One day she was recounting her woes to her friend in biology class, when one of the TA's overheard. The quirky one with wild frizzy hair, named Bury- she looked like what you imagined a mad scientist would look before the madness.
After class she pulled Linda aside, and began questioning her. It was clunky at first, neither particularly fluent in social etiquette- but Bury and Linda soon came to be fast friends, they both were witty and intrigued with life's complexities. Linda liked exploring the complex emotions words can instill, and Bury was fascinated with the intricacies of the human machine.
Linda woke Sunday morning to a flurry of texts. Bury usually had her epiphanies well past midnight, into the morning of the next day. More often meaningless nonesense than revelation, it still gave Linda a good read over breakfast. Except this time it was different, as Linda slowly began to parse the incoherent mess of words. It wasn't some garbled tirade about the untapped potential of GMO's, techno-communism, or chemtrails, it was about her, Linda. Bury hypothesized Linda's comically efficient digestive system could be a tool for filling out, if the unusual amount of energy it produced was redirected to natural growth processes. Two of note she pointed out, the swelling of breast tissue in response to milk production, and muscle growth from excess stimulation. She hypothesized in the mess it could be as easy as a trip to McBurger and 'manual stimulation'.
Eager for her silhouette to match her 23 years, Linda was willing to try anything. She drove down to the grease-barn and spent $50 on the highest calorie burgers they had, and returned home. She sat down to enjoy the 10 burgers, and all their greasy flavor. Linda had never had an upset stomach, and never felt sluggish after a meal no matter how unhealthy- her stomach would always make the best of it, and then some. Feeling full after the first 2 burgers, she tried some of the 'manual stimulation' Bury suggested, and started massaging her breasts. At first nothing except the pleasant feeling of being rubbed- and then a slight swell. Her sad B cups were swelling in waves with each churn of her stomach. After engorging through C, D and into E.. her skin felt taut. Small pearls of milk began to form on her nipple, having reached maximum capacity. Linda was amazed, her heavy breasts were bigger than she had imagined could be- and with how tight her skin was they hung high and perky on her chest despite their volume.
In a dizzy high of ecstasy, ran to see herself in the mirror. Her lithe frame had two new bowling balls of flesh from her chest, like a poorly drawn anime. She needed to finish filling herself out, this just looks cartoonish. She returned to the table to refill her empty stomach. pushing herself well past satiety, until all 8 burgers were conquered. She wasn't going to keep massaging her breasts, either her nipples would erupt, or the flesh would- she'd have to wait for her skin to repair its elasticity before continuing. There was her butt, however. With how much motion is involved around her legs everyday movement, she should be able to get a large amount of growth before her skin gets too taut. She can't massage her butt though, there's no natural milk production function to abuse. What did Bury say? She rushed to her phone and through the texts, eager to know before her stomach began churning her burgers without her to harness it. Bla bla bla.. manual stimulation... milk letdown... military applications.. chemtrails... here it is. Bury said she could overload the bodies natural muscle repair system that bodybuilders utilize to reach their size. What usually takes them years and tonnes of protein powder could be accomplished in minutes and a stick of butter by her calculations.
Linda had never actually tried to exercise, scared she might like it and become a runner like them- almost like a rebellion against them, she cringed back at how typically stubborn her teenaged self had been. She went to the living room and looked around. Nothing of significant weight she could lift, she didn't even know how to lift it to target her butt anyways. What was it even called, a squat? Push-up?
No time to look it up on her phone, she felt her stomach revving up. She fell back on the couch and focused, flexing her butt. She didn't have the training or muscle control to target one particular muscle group- and in haste ended up flexing her legs. It'd probably look better for her thighs and calves to match anyways..
As if by magic, Bury's predictions were right. She felt her butt swelling under her, pushing her taller on the couch. Her thighs first grew thicker, and then began bulging outward with individual muscle groups competing for space under her skin. She vaguely felt her sinewy achilles and calves thickening up, mostly in how tight the cuff of her pants were getting. All over the fabric strained against her ballooning flesh, but its tightness encouraged her more. She flexed out of it, her pants failing at the seams, and then the waist and cuffs. She continued to swell through the tatters, it was starting to feel weirdly erotic- and she had a whole 8 burgers to burn through. She continued maintaining the flex, she lost track of time as she rubbed her new volumes of thigh up and down- each one was thicker than her shoulders! There's no way that this looks anything proportional, she didn't care, she was lost in the moment relishing her size as if she had uncovered a hidden facet of her desire. It felt like she was satisfying a hunger, so deep and primal as to be unrecognized as anything but a latent anxiety. She could recognize it now, she wanted to be bigger, without end. Bigger beyond comprehension, beyond rationality, bigger forever. She knew just who to call.
"Bury, I tested your hypothesis. Come see the results, and bring me more burgers."
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One day she was recounting her woes to her friend in biology class, when one of the TA's overheard. The quirky one with wild frizzy hair, named Bury- she looked like what you imagined a mad scientist would look before the madness.
After class she pulled Linda aside, and began questioning her. It was clunky at first, neither particularly fluent in social etiquette- but Bury and Linda soon came to be fast friends, they both were witty and intrigued with life's complexities. Linda liked exploring the complex emotions words can instill, and Bury was fascinated with the intricacies of the human machine.
Linda woke Sunday morning to a flurry of texts. Bury usually had her epiphanies well past midnight, into the morning of the next day. More often meaningless nonesense than revelation, it still gave Linda a good read over breakfast. Except this time it was different, as Linda slowly began to parse the incoherent mess of words. It wasn't some garbled tirade about the untapped potential of GMO's, techno-communism, or chemtrails, it was about her, Linda. Bury hypothesized Linda's comically efficient digestive system could be a tool for filling out, if the unusual amount of energy it produced was redirected to natural growth processes. Two of note she pointed out, the swelling of breast tissue in response to milk production, and muscle growth from excess stimulation. She hypothesized in the mess it could be as easy as a trip to McBurger and 'manual stimulation'.
Eager for her silhouette to match her 23 years, Linda was willing to try anything. She drove down to the grease-barn and spent $50 on the highest calorie burgers they had, and returned home. She sat down to enjoy the 10 burgers, and all their greasy flavor. Linda had never had an upset stomach, and never felt sluggish after a meal no matter how unhealthy- her stomach would always make the best of it, and then some. Feeling full after the first 2 burgers, she tried some of the 'manual stimulation' Bury suggested, and started massaging her breasts. At first nothing except the pleasant feeling of being rubbed- and then a slight swell. Her sad B cups were swelling in waves with each churn of her stomach. After engorging through C, D and into E.. her skin felt taut. Small pearls of milk began to form on her nipple, having reached maximum capacity. Linda was amazed, her heavy breasts were bigger than she had imagined could be- and with how tight her skin was they hung high and perky on her chest despite their volume.
In a dizzy high of ecstasy, ran to see herself in the mirror. Her lithe frame had two new bowling balls of flesh from her chest, like a poorly drawn anime. She needed to finish filling herself out, this just looks cartoonish. She returned to the table to refill her empty stomach. pushing herself well past satiety, until all 8 burgers were conquered. She wasn't going to keep massaging her breasts, either her nipples would erupt, or the flesh would- she'd have to wait for her skin to repair its elasticity before continuing. There was her butt, however. With how much motion is involved around her legs everyday movement, she should be able to get a large amount of growth before her skin gets too taut. She can't massage her butt though, there's no natural milk production function to abuse. What did Bury say? She rushed to her phone and through the texts, eager to know before her stomach began churning her burgers without her to harness it. Bla bla bla.. manual stimulation... milk letdown... military applications.. chemtrails... here it is. Bury said she could overload the bodies natural muscle repair system that bodybuilders utilize to reach their size. What usually takes them years and tonnes of protein powder could be accomplished in minutes and a stick of butter by her calculations.
Linda had never actually tried to exercise, scared she might like it and become a runner like them- almost like a rebellion against them, she cringed back at how typically stubborn her teenaged self had been. She went to the living room and looked around. Nothing of significant weight she could lift, she didn't even know how to lift it to target her butt anyways. What was it even called, a squat? Push-up?
No time to look it up on her phone, she felt her stomach revving up. She fell back on the couch and focused, flexing her butt. She didn't have the training or muscle control to target one particular muscle group- and in haste ended up flexing her legs. It'd probably look better for her thighs and calves to match anyways..
As if by magic, Bury's predictions were right. She felt her butt swelling under her, pushing her taller on the couch. Her thighs first grew thicker, and then began bulging outward with individual muscle groups competing for space under her skin. She vaguely felt her sinewy achilles and calves thickening up, mostly in how tight the cuff of her pants were getting. All over the fabric strained against her ballooning flesh, but its tightness encouraged her more. She flexed out of it, her pants failing at the seams, and then the waist and cuffs. She continued to swell through the tatters, it was starting to feel weirdly erotic- and she had a whole 8 burgers to burn through. She continued maintaining the flex, she lost track of time as she rubbed her new volumes of thigh up and down- each one was thicker than her shoulders! There's no way that this looks anything proportional, she didn't care, she was lost in the moment relishing her size as if she had uncovered a hidden facet of her desire. It felt like she was satisfying a hunger, so deep and primal as to be unrecognized as anything but a latent anxiety. She could recognize it now, she wanted to be bigger, without end. Bigger beyond comprehension, beyond rationality, bigger forever. She knew just who to call.
"Bury, I tested your hypothesis. Come see the results, and bring me more burgers."
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If you like what I do, check out my Patreon page!
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