A mysterious epidemic of obesity had come to the high school, and the school was baffled about what to do. Only two weeks had passed since she started wearing the perfume that Jenna had given her, and it was slowly turning Jessie into the fattest girl in the school. Iris wore the fattening perfume every day, and the results were becoming obvious.
High school girls, for seemingly no reason, were getting fatter. A healthy-looking girl would be dropped off at school looking thin and trim, but when she came home later that day, her parents might discover that she brought home a few extra pounds, not to mention a healthy appetite. Girls would order two lunches at a time in the cafeteria, and some were even going back for thirds. The cafeteria barely had enough food for all of the students. Pressured by parents, the school issued a one-lunch-only policy for all students, but the girls kept growing fatter
Merely walking down the hallway became a chore. Dozens of big, beautiful girls had to make their way from class to class, and not only did they take up a lot of space, but they moved slowly too. The hallways were choked with girls. Boys, who were immune to Iris's perfume, and girls, who hadn't come anywhere near Iris yet, struggled to squeeze between the bodies of steadily fattening girls as they made their way from class to class. The girls, meanwhile, plodded along, carrying books under their thick, pudgy arms and while tugging their ever-tightening shirts down over their stomachs.
All Iris had to do was wade through the crowd, her perfume wafting through the air, spreading chubbiness and cravings throughout the school. She could hear a sound every time she approached another girl: the sound of stretching cloth. Wherever Iris walked, girls grew thicker; their appetites increased and their stomachs turned bottomless. Girls just grew and grew, and Iris knew that soon she'd be the only girl Don could be interested in. If she had doubts, all she had to do to reassure herself was look at Jessie.
In English class, all of the girls were noticeably fatter and oblivious to the cause. Some had bought new clothes and sat comfortably, working on their assignments. Others, however, were still wearing their old clothes. Whenever one of these girls raised her hand or reached for a dropped pencil, it was common to see a little bit of flesh poking out as their shirts rode up around their growing torsos. Soft rolls of fat would appear just above their waists for a moment, and then the girls would discreetly pull their shirts back down, stretching them out a bit to help them cover up a little better. It worked a little bit, but not much.
Some of the girls, however, had not yet received new wardrobes. They were either too poor or too happy with the results to do so (Iris never figured out what their problem was). They walked into school often with their bellies sticking out, their love handles straining against the thin fabric of their shirts and their breasts overflowing the cups of their bras. Ordinarily they would have been busted for not following the dress code, but since so many girl were plumping up around the school, the principal had a tough time enforcing anything. There were a few of these girls in Iris's class right now, some fretting over the length of their shirts and the amount of fat roll that was showing. Others were perfectly content.
What none of them knew, however, was that every time they sat in a room with Iris, they grew. Every sniff of the air around them helped them expand. It wasn't unusual for Iris to hear a seam pop or, more dramatically, a button snap off of a girl's shirt. Iris would look a see a girl hastily pulling the two parts of the top of her blouse together, her breast pouring into the "v" created by her opened top. These girls were on the periphery of the classroom, however. The fattest girls wear the ones nearest to Iris, since they smelled her perfume the most. While the other girls had simply plumped up, these girls had ballooned.
Kelly and Stacy, the girls who sat behind and in front of Iris, respectively, had gone through remarkable changes. Kelly's bottom half had gotten away from her. As she walked down the hall all of the students had to get out of her way. Kelly owned the largest set of hips in the school. She must have been wider than the classroom door, because she would usually groan and struggle to get into class every morning. She would try to get in sideways, but unfortunately for Kelly she was just as thick as she was wide. Her ballooning belly along with her swelling ass made for an uncomfortable fit in the door frame. Her legs as thick as telephone poles, and her footsteps causing the floor to shake, Kelly stomped from class to class rather slowly. Students wondered how she could still move so much, and Iris secretly tried to imagine how big her panties must be.
Stacy had grown a lot too, but her figure was rather different from the bottom-heavy pear shape that Kelly had grown into. Stacy looked like a soft, saggy snowman. Her big, smiling, chubby head rested atop the rolling hills that were her breasts, and those hills sat atop the soft, flabby mountain of her stomach. Each time she took a step or made any sudden movements, her massive bust would start to shimmy and jiggle. There was no bra big enough for Stacy. Stacy covered herself in a shirt so large it could only be described as a tent, along with a big, big pair of stretchy pants. Iris got the feeling that if she were to hug Stacy, she would sink so deep into her soft, fleshy sides the she might never emerge again.
Kelly and Stacy, however, were unimportant, impressive though they were. Iris had her eyes set on one person, paying close attention to how much she grew each and every day. Wherever Jessie walked, wherever she sat, and wherever she roamed, Iris was never far behind, watching impatiently for her target to get even bigger. Every once in a while she would catch a glimpse of Jessie looking herself over, glancing worriedly at her thickening thighs, or tugging desperately at her tightening blouse. Iris savored every such moment, and as a result she stayed as close to Jessie as possible over the course of several weeks, and soon Jessie began to grow, and grow, and grow.
First Jessie's belly started to peek out from underneath her shirt. She tried to hide it by buying some bigger shirts, but soon enough her belly button showed itself again. Steadily, Jessie grew even thicker. She bought larger clothes and dieting, but she was growing too fast, and her cravings were too strong for her to resist. She would insist during lunch that she wasn't going to eat anything besides the celery and apple she brought with her, but fifteen minutes later she begged her friends to lend her some money for a tray of pizza or some brownies. So, stalked by Iris, and unable to control her appetite, Jessie grew out of all control.
She did not develop outrageous, sensuous like Kelly and Stacy. Rather, all of her parts: her butt, her breasts, and her hips, seemed to morph into her expanding belly. Not only was Jessie growing bigger, but she was growing rounder. Her body, like one big beach ball, was growing more spherical with every growth spurt. Her arms and legs, while growing thicker themselves, seemed to be slowly absorbed into the mass of Jessie's stomach. She could walk, but she probably could have rolled to class much more quickly.
Though she tried to keep herself presentable with big clothes, Jessie couldn't keep up forever. Iris saw her massive shirts and pants getting tighter and tighter every day, and that gave her an idea.
Today, Iris had put on twice as much perfume as normal, and so far it seemed to be working. As Jessie sat at her desk, eagerly pouring the contents of a bag of pretzels into her mouth, Iris could see the fabric of her shirt stretching, getting tighter and tighter. Iris made it her mission that, before the day was over, Jessie's clothes would rip open.
The bell rang and Mrs. Brooke dismissed the class. As Kelly walked out of the doorway she made her usual effort to squeeze between the door posts. She got halfway through, but soon she realized that she was stuck. "Mrs. Brooke, could you help me please?" she begged. After much pushing and pulling, Kelly finally popped through the door and waddled her way down the hall, her face red as a tomato. Iris was about to leave as well, trying to stay close to Jessie, but she heard Mrs. Brooke calling her.
"Would you mind staying after class for a little bit? I have some questions about your essay."
Iris agreed that she would stay, but she couldn't help smiling as she approached Mrs. Brooke. Mrs. Brooke didn't get close to Iris that often, hence she had not ballooned like her female students. However, she got a small dose of the perfume every day, and the results were magnificent.
Iris had started to notice around a week after she started wearing the perfume that Mrs. Brooke's face seemed fuller, rounder, more friendly and cheerful when she smiled. Her big, rosy cheeks started to puff up, and her chin seemed softer. Soon after the rest of her body followed, slowly growing plumper. Every time Mrs. Brooke lifted her arm to write on the board her blouse would slip out of her skirt, giving the students a small peek at her pale, soft stomach fat. She was no longer the stern, no-nonsense English teacher she was a few weeks ago. She was a chubby girl now: lazier, more laid back, and willing to let things side a bit, keeping a small snack behind the desk where she thought the students wouldn't see.
Mrs. Brooke motioned Iris over to her desk, holding the essay in her chubby fingers. "You did a lot of research for this paper," she began as Iris looked over her shoulder, "but I'm kind of confused about your thesis." As Mrs. Brooke continued to give her criticism of the paper, Iris answered questions when appropriate, but she kept her eyes on Mrs. Brooke's body all the while.
