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It had been 7 months since the incident with James Thompson.  Claire was coming to the end of her first year of A-Levels.  Her appetite remained enormous, at times impossibly so.  Like on Christmas day when she'd eaten a huge turkey dinner piled high on the plate with all the trimmings, filled up her plate again, and again and again!  Her mother had cooked a massive bird even though it was to be just Claire and her parents for dinner, and whilst she and Claire's father had eaten large dinners themselves it was Claire who was responsible for demolishing three quarters of the turkey by refilling her monstrous dinner plate no fewer than 5 times!  Four and a half hours after starting in Claire was still sat at the dining table, having added to her dinner with several plates of mince pies, working on her third entire Xmas pudding when there was a barely perceptible 'crack'.  Moments later the solid pine dining room chair that she had been spilling over the sides of for the last four hours suddenly gave up the struggle and collapsed under her.  Claire lay on her back giggling to herself as her mother rushed to check she was ok.  Claire retired to her room to lay down rather embarrased, holding her groaning overstuffed belly, but only after she finished the Xmas pudding she was gorging her way through!

However occasions like this were the exception not the rule.  And even though she still ate considerably more than everybody else she knew her rate of gain had slowed.  This was partly due to claire's dedication to her studies which she still hoped would help her to exlpore the world.  Whilst Claire had not forgotten about how turned on she had been when squashing that bully, she had managed to put it to the back of her mind.  She still saw Thompson from time to time around school and when she did she always got a little wet as she thought back to it.  He had never told anyone what had happened and Claire didn't mind.  She would however tease Thompson, winking at him when walking by him.  He in turn gave Claire a very wide berth!

So it was that Claire began the summer break, having gained top marks in all her chosen subjects, looking for a part-time job for some extra cash over the summer.  Her parents, even with their successful farm, were struggling to keep up with the rate at which Claire outgrew her clothes!  Consequently Claire had already been working Saturday mornings in the local travel agents where, typically for Claire, she was popular and good at the job.  Claire now weighed 398lbs.  She knew because her mother had bought a special scale years before when she was even bigger than Claire was now.  Claire realised though that one saturday morning a week barely paid for a pair of socks on her massive frame.  While she had more time off she would try to earn some more money.  This meant secretarial work at a small business supplies firm four days a week.  She had been interviewed and employed by Ann, a pleasant, bubbly 40 something who was probably about 250lbs as well as being quite short.  Claire suspected that Ann's size definately worked in her favour when she was trying to get the job.  Ann however, had a junior partner.  Brett was a mid-thirties, greasy, arrogant slob.  He was married with kids but openly flaunted a stick-thin 21yr old barbie doll who he was having an affair with.  Brett ridiculed Claire any chance he got.  Not in front of Ann though.

A month into the summer break Claire's plan of earning more money to cover the cost of outgrowing her clothes was not working quite as she had hoped.  Claire didn't have any studies to distract her from over-indulging and was eating more at home again.  Coupled with this was Ann's well-meaning encouragement.  Ann always brought lots of fattening goodies into work with her, for herself not for Claire but she was the sort of person that had to share...................
"try some of this gateaux Claire its fabulous..................."
"have some of my cookies I have too many............."
Claire being Claire, she didn't need much encouragement.  So from gaining 30lbs in 7 months Claire suddenly gained 18lbs in a month!!  At 416lbs Claire was running out of clothes!  Her black stretch pants were stretched to the limit.

That Thursday night Claire was alone in the office just before 5pm about to close up when Brett walked in with barbie (her name was actually Christie).  Unfortunately for Claire they walked in as she stuffed the last of the box of 6 large chocolate eclairs into her mouth not wanting to leave any.
"Oh my god just look at that PIG!" Brett bellowed as if to a crowd.
Claire felt herself getting red in the face.
"Ewwww.  You're gross" barbie/Christie wined.
"And you have the IQ of vegetable" Claire shot back.  But she was still embarrased to have been caught like that.
"I think you'd better waddle off home now jumbo, burn off some of the BILLION calories you've probably stuffed into your fat face today!  We'll lock up"  Brett winked at Claire waving his keys at her.  Brett often came back here after work with his little brainless tart.  It made Claire sick to think about his poor wife and kids.  She didn't know them.  They could all be like him but it still made her sick.
Claire was walking by them on her way out.
"Look at her wobbling, I bet she weighs like a TON or something" Barbie said to Brett deliberately loudly so that Claire could hear.
"Yeah I can't believe that other fat bitch Ann picked her.  I think she did it just to gross me out!"
Claire closed the door on the way out.  She was upset which pissed her off.  She was above that sort of rubbish but it still got to her at times.  Now was one of those times.  But as Claire waddled off to catch her bus home (it was only a quarter of a mile to the small lane that led to her parents farm but she increasingly hated walking anywhere) she decided that Brett and his stupid tart had gone too far.  Brett had locked the door behind her but Claire had her own keys.  Claire also knew exactly where they'd be.  In the back store room.  There was and old matress laid out on the carpeted floor and large rosewood desk.  Claire hadn't gone very far up the high street and she was overcome with an excitement she hadn't felt since Thompson.  This made her hungry even though she'd been eating all day long.  Next to the office on the high street were two businesses which Claire knew very well.  One was a chinese take-away and the other a pizza bar.  Claire had been finding herself calling into one or the other most nights after work to grab a snack for the short journey home even though she knew her mother would be preparing a huge dinner as usual.  But tonight she was gonna be late home.  And she was suddenly inexplicably ravenous!

Ten minutes later Claire was creeping into the office.  She could hear them making plenty of noise in the back room.  She closed the door quietly.  She had ordered a 16"pepperoni & extra cheese pizza, 2 half pounder bacon cheeseburgers and some cheesy fries from the pizza joint.  In the Chinese she liked the look of the 'set meal for 2' but decided it wasn't enough and went for the 'meal for 3' instead.  As she peered through the door to the back office she saw Brett on the matress, his eyes were closed and he was sweating as the bimbo girated and bobbed on his midriff.  Brett was only a little bigger than Thompson had been.  A little shorter at 5'9" and maybe a little heavier at 175lb but he was unfit.  His eyes remained closed as he puffed and panted and christie had her back to the door where Claire stood.  This was gonna be too easy.  Claire abandoned her food temporarily and crept up behind Christie.  In one rapid movement she placed her hands on her shoulders from behind and threw the skinny girl off Brett to the left.  Without stopping for breath she leapt forward kicking her huge legs up in front of her and came crashing down on Brett's chest.  The matress was old and the spring was all but gone.  Claire thought she heard a crack as she had landed.  Brett was in agony.  She was grinding down on his chest and enjoying watching him turn red but she couldn't stay there for long.  She heaved herself up and looked a Christie.  She was on her feet and looked as though she was about to run at Claire but had suddenly thought better of it and started to make for the door.  Claire moved too quickly.  She grabbed Christie's scrawny left arm as she made for the door and pulled her like a rag doll into her chest.  She quickly wrapped both huge arms around Christie's back and lifted her slightly off the floor.  Squeezing her as tightly as she could in a horrific bear hug.  Christie could barely get enough air to wheeze let alone scream.  Claire slowly backed her up against the wall until the last few feet when she ran into the wall squishing the skinny girl against the wall.  Claire stepped back and regained her breath but she didn't let Christie fall to the floor as she didn't want to have to bend down. 
"Now its time for the fun to begin" she thought. 
She dragged Christie over to the writhing body of Brett who was gradually recovering and threw her on top of him face down.  She trotted over to retrieve her food.  She was now unbelievably hungry.  She straddled Christie's back and flopped her aching 416lb frame onto them both.  Christie seemed to be barely concious and a mere squeek came out of her.  Beneath Christie, Brett groaned and gasped for air.  Claire reached for her cheesy fries and stuffed a huge handful into her face as she began to relax and apply more pressure.  The large bag was gone in seconds.  She had regained her breath now (she'd just had alot of exercise for a 400lb girl!) and she grabbed one of the burgers.  She winked at Brett who was turning purple at the bottom of the pile, opened her jaw impossibly wide and crammed more than half of the massive burger into her mouth, chewing slowly, seductively, throwing her head back and letting her hair flow freely and pressing down as hard as she could.  She leaned forward as she chewed, her massive belly forcing what little air was left in Christie and brett's lungs out.  She sat up straight, took another big bite of her burger then bounced slightly.  She noticed that she wasn't sitting much higher off the floor than where the matress would be if there was nothing on it.  And she had both of them beneath her!!

Twenty minutes later Claire had polished off all the food. 
She had been bouncing, grinding and forcing herself down all the while.  Brett's eyes had gone.  He had passed out.  She got up and pulled Christie off him.  Amazingly she seemed to be still awake.  Just barely but still.  There was more fun to be had here.  She tossed her on her back on the carpet.  No matress for support.
"So Christie, do I weigh 'like a ton or something'?"  Claire said as she leaned over the battered girl.
"I made an extra special effort for you.  I am SUCH a PIG!" she said scarcastically mocking Christie's earlier jibes.
"If I didn't weigh a ton before I bet I do now.  Lets test shall we.  I have an idea.  I don't have a scales here but I think you could be one of those great talking scales"
With that Claire slipped off her comfortable flat shoes.  Christie might have been barely concious but she suddenly registered what was about to happen.  Her eyes were wide with fear but it was too late to escape.  Claire placed her right foot on Christie's delicate flat stomach and lifted the other leaning all her weight onto her right foot.  Christie suddenly writhed in agony and Claire had to lean against the nearby wall for support.   She then placed her left foot down on Christie's pert little breasts.
"So how much do I weigh scale?"
Christie had tears streaming from her eyes and felt like her chest was gonna collapse.  She was totally incapable of saying anything.  Reluctantly, claire stepped down and surveyed the damage. 
"Looks like I broke the scales..............................again!" she giggled to herself.
She walked out the door and started to think about what her mother had prepared for dinner.  She was STILL hungry!

Good read!!  Now that's what I call confidence!  Standing up to someone who has put you down.  Nice going!  Keep it up!!