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“Hey, 'Mony.”
A chill ran up Harmony Wilson's spine as she heard that all too familiar voice behind her. Before she could even look up from the sink of the 2nd floor girl's bathroom she felt a hand slide between her thighs and fingers prodding at the swell her pussy made against the fabric of her pristine white panties.
The fourteen year old raven haired, blue eyed young lady shot upright, turning her back to the bathroom mirror and looking the owner of that wandering hand in the eye. Haleigh Howard looked back at her with a smug smile on her face and a hungry gleam in her eye. The high school junior didn't miss a beat, grabbing the freshman by the collar of her her shirt and opening wide. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her skull as her lips latched onto Harmony's face. Her tongue parted the younger girl's own lips and forced its way inside her mouth and, promptly, down ger throat.
Harmony had known Haleigh since she was three and the older girl was five. They lived in the same apartment complex and when some boys had tried to pick on the young Harmony, Haleigh had been there to protect her. They were thick as thieves from them on, right up until about two years ago. After graduating middle school, Haleigh's parents got a divorce and Haleigh's mother and her girlfriend took her with them. And though they promised to stay in touch, Harmony never got a call or a letter from her best friend. She thought she'd never see her again.
But two years later, Harmony was shocked to find her best friend had moved back into town. Of course, she didn't recognize her at first. When she left, Haleigh had been an athletic young woman with pretty red hair, freckles, and emerald eyes. There wasn't much left of that now. Haleigh had shot up like a weed, which came as no surprise, but what was surprising was how big she'd gotten in other ways. Her breasts had gone up at least four cup sizes. Her butt had ballooned. And, moreover, so had the rest of her. She had to have been pushing three hundred pounds by now.
That alone would have thrown Harmony for a loop, but on top of it all, that beautiful, silky red hair had become a mousy, oily brown. The only thing Harmony had to go by now was that familiar voice when she spotted her in the hall on her first day, the freckled skin, those dazzling green eyes, and her still pretty, if somewhat chubbier, face.
Of course, none of that would have been a problem for Harmony, if not for the changes to her personality.
Haleigh exhaled bestial groans as her free hand slid beneath her own panties and the wet, sloppy sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of her perpetually drooling cunt filled the air. Heavy gulps occasionally adding to the noise as they were both forced to swallow the other's spit as the 'kiss' persisted.
Hamony wasn't the only Freshman that Haleigh regularly molested. Boy or girl. It felt like the pounds she had put on only added to the strength she never lost, letting her literally throw her weight around the school. But while she wasn't alone, she unquestionably got it worse than anyone else.
“Ughnmm,” Haleigh grunted into Harmony's mouth. The familiar sound of the big girl bringing herself to a lazy orgasm. Syrupy cunt honey squirted onto the floor of the girl's room while Haleigh rode it out tonsil deep down Harmony's throat.
“Ourp,” Haleigh belched while breaking the lip lock, filling Harmony's nose with cock breath as if it wasn't bad enough she could already taste it. Harmony had never gone that far with her boyfriend, but because of Haleigh she already knew what dick tasted like.
The fat bitch wasn't done yet, dragging the skinny little teen away from the sink and slamming her back against the wall as she pushed up nearer to her.
“Here comes your favorite part, 'Mony.' Haleigh leaned in, pressing Harmoney's face into the valley between those titanic tits. Each one was larger than Harmony's head, causing her to disappear in the deep crevasse into which she was wedged. That wasn't the worst of it. Haleigh's top was soaked through with her sweat, making it impossible for the younger girl to breathe. Like always she flailed and struggled and fought, trying to escape the smothering embrace and, like always, Haleigh just rode it out. Slowly but surely Harmony's resistance grew more lethargic and weak until she could barely lift her arms. Eventually she exhausted her full supply of oxygen, arms falling comply limp and the rest of her body following suit, supported only by the older girl's presence. A steady patter rang out through the bathroom as the unconscious freshman once again voided her bladder onto the floor and the older girl could only laugh at what she'd made her do.
What Harmony didn't know, what she couldn't know, was that this girl wasn't the Haleigh Howard she grew up with. Not really. Not anymore at least. If she were conscious now, if she were ever conscious for this part that would be more apparent to her than ever.
With her favorite little target out like a light, Haleigh sat her down, propping her unconscious boy body up against the bathroom wall. With that accomplished, Haleigh bit into her lower, lip, hiking her skirt up and her panties down to reveal a thick bush of brown hair running wild her crotch. Her still dripping cunt was an open maw, curtained with two fat lips that remained forever parted and waiting to be fed.
“Unff,” she groaned, and thick ribbons of squirt spattered over Harmony's face. “Yeah,” she moaned, “I know you want it. Calm down, baby. Here it... Here it, uuuunnnn.”
Haleigh's hips jerked forward, and her mound seemed to engorge. Her jaw hung slack, etes glazing over as her pussy spread itself wide then wider still. A fat, throbbing knob was soon pushing its way out of her loose, young cunt. Followed by inch after pulsing, vascular inch of of slick, soda-can thick shaft. The girl's already chubby labia grew fuller and sagged lower as she approached her terminal length, piss slit now twitching with anticipation, exploded beneath the unconscious girl's nose.
As intelligence returned to her glassy eyes, Haleigh's face cracked into a demented grin. Her hands dropped between her legs, fondling the two lemon sized swells that now hung beneath that monstrous rod.
“Made your favorite,” she said.. “Open wide.”
Haleigh straddled the insensate Harmony's face, wedging her cockhead between her pretty, plush lips and pushing it into her mouth with ease. When she'd first started raping Harmony's throat, the girl would gag and sputter, hacking up lung butter she would later mistake for Haleigh's sweat. But at this point? Harmony Wilson could throat a dick better than any girl at school and didn't even know it.
Once she'd buried Harmony's nose in her pubic forest, and her own cock in Harmony's stomach, Haleigh took time to just enjoy the feeling of the younger girl's throat doing its best to coax out her baby batter. Before long she realized she'd been a bit too relaxed.
“Oops! Guess you're gonna be extra full today, huh?”
Haleigh made not even the pretense of an apology as she emptied her swollen bladder straight down into Harmony's stomach. Really, with the way the girl pissed herself on a hair trigger it was honestly only fair that she returned the favor every now and then. Haleigh leaned her immense body weight forward against the wall, knees buckled into a slight crouch. Supporting herself on a single arm as she tossed her head back and luxuriated in the feeling of draining herself. Enjoying the most satisfying piss she'd ever had. It'd be hard to go back to doing it any other way.
As her stream began to taper off her hips started to shift. At first just grinding her crotch against the insensate girl's face to regain the bit of hardness sacrificed to let her rank piss flow freely. Before long that titanic back side as beginning to swinging the fatass' fat ass into the air as she began to pummel fuck Harmony's face cunt with reckless abandon. Each impact sending visible ripples across Haleigh's flesh as she throat raped her former little buddy. Her hands fell to grip Harmony's head and hold it in just the right position, making it easy, but not too easy, to glide down her teenage gullet and back into her stomach.
“Such pretty noises,” Haleigh managed to force out of her otherwise slack jawed mouth. She referred to the smooth, wet, shlick of her cock gliding up and down that flesh tube before the inevitable guttural utterance as it slammed home. “Ooohhh... Cu... I... ahhh.. Cu... *OUGHN* F-Fuuuck.”
She didn't even have the courtesy to utter a warning, not that it would have done Harmony much good if she had. Once again Haleigh buried Harmony's face between her legs, spearing her throat and pushing through the tight ring of muscle that sealed off her stomach. Ropes of thick, gooey nut sludge erupted into the cauldron of piss she'd already dumped inside her lunch hour plaything.
Even in her forced sleep Harmony was starting to feel discomfort as that frothing slurry filled up her belly, creating an adorable little paunch that jutted out from beneath her blouse.
Haleigh rode out most of her orgasm in the tight wet confines of Harmony's craw, pulling out only to let the very dregs of her nut erupt onto the bathroom. Only after catching her breath did she step back to admire her handy work. A smile curled across her lips, looking down at the bloated Freshman. Her breathing had begun to calm, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Anyone who didn't know better would almost be convinced she was just taking a nap. Well, if they ignored the mess around her lips and on the floor between her legs.
The older girl ran her arm across her forehead, flecking the copious drops of sweat that had accumulated down onto Harmony. Marking her property. Being Haleigh had been fun, but things were settling into a routine now. And she did so hate routine. She'd originally come back to town and started going to school in order to find someone else to be. Originally she thought it'd be 'Mony, but there was so much more fun she could have with this strip of a girl before putting her on. Maybe it was time to grow up again. At least for a little while.
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Harmony was dreading school the next day. She always felt sick after Haleigh bullied her, but never like she had yesterday. Her stomach felt all bubbly and bloated for the rest of the day, and she spent her classes feeling nauseous. When she came home her mother even commented on how ill she looked. Before she even finished her homework it had gotten to be too much and she found herself spilling her guts in the bathroom. She hadn't eaten all day, lunch was almost over by the time she woke up and she'd felt too sick to look at food besides. She didn't know what it was that came out of her, of course. How could she? But she knew that Haleigh had to have done it to her. Which meant things were getting worse between them, not better. She was escalating and Harmony was afraid to find out what, exactly, she was escalating too.
So it was to her surprise and relief that no one had seen Haleigh all day. Apparently she'd skipped or been called out or something, because she wasn't there to pull Harmony into a bathroom or alley or empty classroom for an impromptu makeout/knockout session.
As close as they used to be, Harmony hoped she'd never see the other girl ever again.
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There was a pounding at the door. Samantha had only just settled into a nice bath when it started and had resolved to ignore it. She had a lot to think about and always did her best thinking when she had a nice soak. It had been a while since she'd had the chance.
Unfortunately, it wasn't to be, as the knocking only grew louder and more incessant. Fine. Fine. The 5'2” blonde clambered out of her nice, warm bath water and toweled herself off, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked good for a mother in her mid thirties. Thin and a bit on the short side, but her body, while never muscular, had started to develop a nice tone to it. She'd gotten serious about staying in shape not too long ago and had been particularly diligent about it.
Throwing on a robe, Samantha clipped down the stairs to the front door, hoping that whatever this was about, it was important.
“Hello,” she said, opening the door to find a tall, chubby girl a little older than her daughter. She seemed vaguely familiar, but Samantha couldn't quite put her finger on it.
“Hey there, Mrs. Wilson.”