Bridgette becomes an SSBBW

"Sounds like your friends have a lot of faith in you," said Blaineley, with a snide smirk. "We'll see how long that lasts."

"Can we just get my turn over with?" Bridgette asked. "I just want to get it over with so I can sit back down."

"You heard her boys! Strap her in!"

Bridgette immediately regret her choice of words once Blaineley made her announcement. A pair of teamsters wheeled a wooden rack out onto the stage and bound Bridgette by her hands and feet to the medieval **** device. From the ceiling, a clear, plastic tube descended and stopped in front of the vegan's face. When Bridgette tried to object but when she opened her mouth, Blaineley stuffed the tube in her mouth. She glared at her before turning her attention to the pale, greenish-brown goo traveled down the tube and racing toward her mouth. As hopeless as escape was, Bridgette kept struggling until the slop reached her mouth and she had no other choice but to chug.

A couple of the girls winced when Bridgette's cheeks puffed out and she guzzled the goop. Lindsay, as per usual, was as bewildered as ever. "What's that stuff you're feeding her? Looks like a weight loss shake my sister used to drink."

"Close, it's actually a McLean Brand Insta-Fat-B-Gone!" Blaineley corrected. "One of-

"One of Chris's eight failed attempts to launch a weight loss product!?" Exclaimed Sierra.

"....yes," Blaineley growled. "And I would like to remind the contestants to avoid stealing my precious screen time."

"Sierra, why exactly was that product a failure?" Gwen asked, worried about the answer.

"Because it did the exact opposite of what it was meant to do. There was a whole lawsuit about it."

"So instead of losing weight," Beth started, "She's going to-"

"Look!" Katie shouted.

The girls gasped when they saw Bridgette's stomach swell with every gulp. In less than a minute, she spawned a modest muffin top that was pushing up her sweatshirt. As the seconds passed, her stomach surged out inch by inch, rounder and rounder. Her clothes were getting tighter and she was showing more skin. Her shorts were the first to rip and soon they tore in two and slid down her chunky thighs. By the end of the first minute, Bridgette was about Sadie's size and continued to grow.

"Whoa mama! Lookit her go!" Cheered Izzy.

"How big are you going to make her?!" Leshawna inquired.

"I'll be honest, Chris had a lot of that Insta-Fat-B-Gone taking up storage. So we're just giving them to her until we run out," Blaineley answered. "But don't sweat it. There's probably only a couple boxes left...I think."

The seams of Bridgette's sweatshirt went next as her barrel of a belly became exposed. Eagle-eyed viewers would notice that it wasn't just her gut that was growing. Her breasts had gone up a cup size since they started and her rear was becoming bodacious. Left with only her white undershirt and panties with seashells emblazened on them, Bridgette was giving Owen a run for his money as the fattest contestant on Total Drama. She was met with pity and amazement as everyone watched her inflate like a lardy balloon.

A collective gasp rang as her left breast teetered on the collar of her shirt. Already, it was impressive G-cup and ready to break free. Bridgette once again struggled to break loose but all that did was help her boob bust out even faster. Cheers rang out from the audience and once more when the second boob was freed. Courtney was the only one to avert her gaze and firmly place her hands on top of her cock. The rest were transfixed as her bib of a shirt bunched up and her panties dug into her love handles. Like a guitar string, the underwear was strung as far as it could go and was ready to snap. But then, someone in the audience spotted the slop was slowing down. Everyone held their breath to see if the panties could last just a little longer. The last drop had reached Bridgette's tongue and....

SNAP!

Like a rubber band, it launched across the set and nearly missed taking an intern's eye. If not her stomach drooping and covering her waist, Bridgette might have had her womanhood on display. The crowd erupted in cheers and the teamsters released Bridgette from the rack. The shackles left red marks on her calves and wrists but Bridgette was only concerned with spitting out the tube and using her arms to cover her bare breasts.

"What a pig! Let's give it up for Bridgette!" Blaineley clapped.

"Oh god, I'm bigger than Owen!" whined Bridgette.

"Oh you're not just huge." As Blaineley approached, Bridgette fearfully backed away. Until she stumbled and fell onto a cold, metal surface. Looking behind her, Bridgette found that she had tripped and fallen onto a scale with a large counter flashing as it calculated her weight. "Your new weight is...648 pounds!"

"648!?" It was true and it showed on every inch of her obese frame. From her bowl-filling breasts to her blanket of a belly draped over her knees. She lowered her arms to push herself up but that was harder than she anticipated. It was like someone strapped a squishy safe to her torso. When she stood up, she left two pumpkin-sized marks in the scale much to her horror. She'd need a second chair just to support her weight whenever she sits down. "This can't be happening!"

"If you think that's bad, wait til you hear what your challenge is."