It's much sooner than expected

(This chapter originally by "IndianaJones393", edited for 3rd person format by me.)

The two sat and chatted in the Student Center for another hour or so. It really was wonderful how John clicked with Megan. Shared hobbies, a passion for cheesy Sci-Fi films, geeky books, the list went on. How he had found a friend like her he didn't know, but he certainly counted his lucky stars for how great it was. And now it came out that the two of them shared some more romantic feelings! Whatever god was looking out for John was a generous one. Still, all good things must come to an end, and all too soon it was time to get back to his apartment.

"Make sure you text me!" said Megan, planting a small peck on John's cheek. He nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! Let me know if you need anything."

With that, Megan set off back to her home. John paused for a little before departing himself, if only to watch her ass jiggle as she walked away. Those pants were NOT meant to contain such a marvelous butt of that growing magnitude. Finally, grinning ear to ear, he saunter off for home himself.

The jaunt back to his abode seemed to take no time at all. The image of Megan, curvy in all the right places, wouldn't get out of his head. John swore he could still feel the phantom touch of her pressing up against him, the enveloping softness of her sensual shape keeping his mind ablaze with joy and desire. She was so fricking hot! Just a week ago it was clear that Megan would look amazing with a few extra pounds (or more), but the reality of the situation was even better. No one else seemed to realize it, but John, he knew!

Sweet Megan. Wonderfully thick Megan. Gloriously fat Megan. What if she got even bigger? What if she got even fatter? His imagination ran wild, picturing Megan even heavier than she was now. He envisioned her eating, stuffing herself in a daze with all assortments of food. Each bite makes her swell larger, forcing her body against clothes far too small and tight to contain her. Her face is a mixture of desire and satisfaction, lost to the bliss of her indulgence. Eventually, it's too much for her clothes and they explode off her in a glorious blast like confetti. And still she ate, uncaring, growing all the while.

The intense tightness in his pants brought him back to reality. Speaking of tight clothes, what was going on down there? John swore these jeans used to fit better. Fuck it, that's an issue for later. He had to rub one out, right now.

How many tissues had he gone through? The box was empty at this point, and he'd lost count. That orgasm had gone on a lot longer than he thought it should have. But it had felt amazing...

John heard his phone buzz on the bed next to him. A picture of a thin Megan appeared on the screen. It was from a few months back. He'd have to change that. Opening his phone up, he sees an urgent text from his new date.

"SOS! John! Are you available? I need your help!"

Snapping into focus, he immediately text back. "What's wrong, are you okay?"

Seconds drag on, before three dots indicating Megan typing again finally appear.

"It's hard to explain. Can you come over here ASAP? "

"I'm on my way."

His fingers raced across the keys to send his reply. He dressed as fast as he could, before scurrying across town to Megan's apartment. He knocked on her door, calling out to her. "Megan? It's John. Are you okay?"

"It's fine, come in! Hurry! I don't know what to do!"

With no time to lose, John opened the door and rushed forward into Megan's home.