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Lauren: House Sitter
🕑 Added 2020-11-03 17:54:02 +0000 UTCWhen Tim took the job of “babysitting” for the Smiths, he wasn’t sure what to expect. The job involved lots of house chores, but mainly revolved around watching a certain Lauren Smith.
Apparently Mrs Smith was hesitant to leave her teenage daughter home alone during her long business trips.
Tim, a college student at Gingerbread University, had been teased by some of his friends before the job about “spending his weekends taking care of a little high school girl” and “some skinny little teenager”.
But Tim was shocked when he finally met the person he was to be “babysitting”.
Lauren, who had just turned 18 and started her last year at Gingerbread High, was anything but a “little high school girl”.
The tall, full-figured girl was extremely well developed, with a giant rack and a fat ass on a set of wide hips, supported by some thick meaty thighs. She had a substantial amount of chub everywhere else too, and every time Tim saw her she seemed to be squeezed into clothes several sizes too small. It wasn’t uncommon for newcomers to Gingerbreadland to put on some weight, but this girl was something else.
His now quite jealous friends reminded him that she was also in her peak “growing years”--still affected by the hormones of puberty and development, but at a point where a girl’s metabolism began to slow down and cause weight gain.
It didn’t help that Lauren had a quite healthy appetite as well. She seemed to always be hungry, asking him to “stop by the store on the way over!”, or order take-out. If she managed to go through the supply of snacks he brought over (which was becoming increasingly frequent lately), she’d ask him to run to the store for more.
All this would typically be accompanied by a pout, a lean forward with some tantalizing cleavage, maybe a bit of bouncing in place. That was enough to put him under her spell and get him moving.
Tim had no choice but to address the demands of this hungry growing girl. Even though Mrs Smith left funds for him to use on her spoiled daughter, sometimes even these would run dry and Tim actually found himself willingly spending his own money to feed her! Sometimes he couldn’t believe he was doing this. Was it worth it?
Yes it was.
With each passing weekend he watched as Lauren’s already massive breasts swelled even bigger, her huge ass growing even fatter, her hips wider… even her belly was getting plumper, her arms chubbier…
And she didn’t seem to mind all the added weight either! She would comment on how she was getting even more attention at school, how she was getting even more complements, dates, gifts from boys… How could she not, when Gingerbreadlanders loved nothing more than an already curvy figure growing even curvier?
And so this was how Tim spent his weekends: pampering a growing teenage girl with the most outrageous curves he’d ever seen, watching her strut about the house in increasingly tight clothes, and doing his part in the collective effort of pretty much every Gingerbread male (and some females) around Lauren Smith--making sure she was always well fed, to see just how huge those ridiculous tits and ass could get!
“...Timmm could you grab me some more pastries? I’m all out over here!”
Tim had been working on his laptop to distract himself from the ridiculous outfit Lauren had squeezed herself into this weekend. But now that the lazy girl had called for him, he had no choice but to face her. That would certainly bring this afternoon’s productivity down, images of her occupying his mind instead of his engineering homework.
“A-alright” he called back, grabbing a box of cream-filled pastries and heading over to the couch where he could hear the sounds of smacking and snacking.
‘Holy shit’ he thought, his eyes bulging as he gawked at Lauren’s figure spread out on the couch before him.
This weekend Lauren had decided to stop “dressing up” just because he was over. This meant she didn’t bother putting on clothes she would wear heading out. Instead, she squeezed into some comfy house clothes--a crop top, some short shorts--that would have been tight on her many many pounds ago. This also meant she didn’t bother with a bra either. “I’m just at home anyway!” she reasoned.
He remembered the particular crop top she was wearing from months ago at the start of all this house-sitting. Back then it had managed to make it fully over her chest, and even over the top part of her belly.
Today, the crop top was straining over her now truly colossal breasts, the neckline actually having ripped thanks to her cleavage, her nipples and areola somewhat visible against the stretched-out fabric. Even more alarming was that it didn’t even reach fully over her tits anymore--a healthy amount of underboob was spilling out the bottom, sitting atop her now fully-exposed belly. And boy did that belly look well-fed. No longer caring about keeping it contained in high-waisted shorts like she used to, Lauren was happy to let it sit out in the open comfortably, looking fat and happy as it bulged over her massive thighs.
He could barely make out the familiar short-shorts, the fabric squeezed between love handles, belly blubber, hip fat, and thighs. He remembered catching a glimpse of her walking around in them earlier--they were now so tiny that they stretched less than halfway down her giant ass cheeks, which wobbled happily out in the open with her every jiggle-inducing step.
As he looked down at her laid out before him, there was just...just so much meat. Everywhere. Every bulging curve of exposed flesh jiggled and wobbled with her slightest movement. Her curves were already immense before, but now they were just outrageous--like someone had pumped her full of heavy cream. Even in regular clothes she could look quite lewd, but now in her “house clothes”, braless, showing this much skin, she looked almost obscene.
“Mmmfff… I can’t believe I finished all the doughnuts…” said Lauren through a mouthful of her last pastry. “...and the cupcakes… and the cookies… and the creampuffs… mmfff… already!” she finished, shoving the last bits of pastry into her mouth.
She looked over her view-blocking tits at the mess of empty boxes and wrappers on the table next to her, the side of her hip and thick thigh pressing against it.
“BURRPPPPP!! Ugh that was all so good though” she said with a well-fed belch, licking her fingers on one hand while using the other to brush some off some crumbs that had accumulated in her massive cleavage, making her titanic tits jiggle.
“More, Lauren…?” Tim said offering the open box, snapping out of the hypnotic trance of all that wobbling flesh.
“OOH yessss!” she beamed, digging into the box and eagerly taking a massive bite out of the first pastry.
“I swear Tim, you are like the BEST house-sitter ever. None of my other house sitters were ever this generous” she giggled through a mouthful of fresh sweets, as she heaved her swollen figure as she readjusted herself on the couch.
Tim felt the couch shake and buckle under her weight, and watched her motion causing her gigantic boobs to bounce in her creaking top, her belly jiggling along and her thighs doing the same.
‘So much for the ‘little high school girl’’ he thought to himself with a gulp, as he watched all that wobbling plumpness. Her underboob alone was probably more breast flesh than most girls at his college…
“All the boys at school have been saying how great I’ve been looking lately. Ever since you started house-sitting for me, you know” she said, reaching for another pastry with an outstretched jiggling arm.
“Though some of the girls have actually said that I’m getting FAT...can you believe that!” she said as she subconsciously pulled the hem of the crop top down, though it just inched back up to show underboob.
She shifted on the couch again, causing everything to wobble as she looked down at her own fully exposed belly, overflowing tits, and huge thighs quaking.
“I mean, sure I’ve put on a FEW pounds but I’m just getting thiccer! Besides, didn’t you say it was normal for newcomers to gain a bit of weight?”
Ah yes, Tim did say that. Back during the first couple of weeks. But unlike most newcomers, Lauren had not only not lost the weight but continued to pile it on...weeks and months since she arrived in the country.
“R-right, it’s just that newcomer weight, that’s all” he rationalized as he watched all that wobbling.
Lauren smiled, satisfied at that answer.
“Besides, it’s all going to all the right places anyway. Jeez I swear, I feel like my boobs are getting bigger every week!” she giggled, looking down and not seeming to notice her fat belly, her eyes occupied by her own outrageous and objectively much bigger breasts.
Tim wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
“Speaking of which, do any of your college friends know Curvy Kat stores that sell *larger* cup sizes? I broke my SS+ cups the other day, and those were my last ones” she pouted, stuffing more pastry into her mouth.
What?!
“They just won’t stop growing~!"
