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Claire had always been a big girl.  Her mother had told her that she had been 15lbs at birth and had a voratious appetite as a baby.  But as she was always quite tall she wasn't overly fat as a child.  Just big.  Big enough not to have to worry about being bullied in junior school.  By the age of 14 in high school Claire was 5'11" and weighed 220lbs but she was happy.  She had always been big so it didn't bother her.  And she was popular in school.  Quick-witted and always joking, she was comfortable with who she was.  A pretty, confident, happy teenage girl with long dark hair and soft olive skin.

Claire's parents had both been big.  Her father was a farmer.  Tall and strong.  He had always been around 230lbs of muscle.  Her mother's weight had fluctuated.  She could remember her much bigger and smaller than she currently was.  At the moment she had around 290lbs packed onto her 5'5" frame.  Her mother had once told her that shortly after giving birth to Claire she had reached almost 400lbs and had grudginly realised that she was just too big to cope with her chores and being a mum so she'd had to diet.  She was just 22 at the time.

Claire was an only child but she had lots of friends.  Her parents doted on her, being an only child and she was spoilt.  Meals in Claire's household were always big.  And Claire learnt early that leaving food on the plate was a definate no-no.  This was not a problem for Claire though.  She'd always had a big appetite from a small child and she loved to eat.  She loved the feeling of being stuffed to the limit and also quickly learnt that asking for seconds at mealtimes, far from eliciting negatives from her parents, seemed in fact to please them no end!  When she was younger Claire had been amazed at how much her Father, and in particular her mother could eat.  She seemed to have the capacity to consume a huge dinner complete with at least 2 helpings of desert, clear the table, wash up the dishes, then flop down onto the couch and proceed to munch on cakes, boxes of chocolates and snacks all evening without hesitation until she went to bed!  This was when she wasn't dieting of course, when Claire noticed that she was always miserable.

Now at the age of 14 though, Claire could regularly outstrip both her parents when it came to eating.  She ate alot in school and when with her friends and never really tried to hide it but she always held back a little.  Claire was afraid that her tolerant friends, that were already amazed at what she could put away during a school lunch hour or a saturday afternoon trip to the cinema, would change their opinions from amazed to disgusted if they knew how much she consumed at home where she now ate almost constantly from the time she arrived home from school til going to bed.  Just like she had seen her mother do at times when she was younger, only on a larger scale!  Add to that the HUGE breakfast she would have before leaving for school and it was easy to see why Claire would be concerned about what her friends would think.  Claire used to joke when she was with them about how she was hungry AGAIN!  Little did they no!  From a young age Claire had associated dieting with seeing her mother unhappy and had vowed never to inflict such pain on herself.

Things had begun to change in Claire's life though.  Her body was developing as with most girls at that age.  Being a big girl, she had been one of the first in her year to have noticable breasts.  Something Claire herself was very happy about.  She started to wonder about boys for the first time.  But as her body changed it was her appetite that was about to catch up with her big time.  Over the next few years Claire's height, which until now had been shooting up each year, didn't change.  And it appeared that her appetite only continued to grow.  By her 16th birthday Claire had reached 356lbs.  Gaining 130lbs in 2 years, whilst remaining at 5'11" had transformed Claire from big through fat to very fat indeed.  Claire ate huge amounts constantly while at home, even surprising her mother, and found it increasingly hard to resist even a little in front of her friends.  Her parents it seemed would never tell her to eat less and she remained popular in school with a group of close friends.  They seemed to accept that she was happy at her size (although they never asked her about her weight) and even stuck up for her with others at school who weren't so kind about her ever expanding body.

Claire herself was not overly disappointed, or indeed worried about her appetite and consequently enormous body.  Her close friends had stuck by her and she remained confident and happy.  There was one thing that disappointed her however.  The fact that boys all seemed to be repulsed by her fat.  Her only boyfriend to date had lasted 2 weeks during which he ridiculed her and told her she had to lose weight.  Claire dumped him.  She wasn't taking that off some nobody!  But she was lonely.  She had internet access on her home computer which her father had got for her to do her schoolwork, and found out about sites dedicated to big girls and guys who appreciate them.  she loved nothing more than to retreat into this world and chat to teenage guys who loved their girls BIG.  Unfortunately all these sites, and the guys on them, seemed to be in the US.  Growing up in a country town in the UK had been a wonderful childhood and she loved her friends and family dearly but she was increasingly longing for the chance to travel to the US where it seemed to her that girls of her size were more readily accepted.

It was not long after this that Claire was to experience something that would change her life.  She had done well in her GCSEs and had stayed on in school to do A-levels in Business studies and languages.  She was hoping to get a job in  the travel industry and get the chance to travel herself.  Claire was late for class.  She hurried (as much as a 363lb girl can hurry!)  down the corridor munching a donut (her fourth) when she heard a 'Ooof' coming from the boys cloakroom area.  She detoured slightly to take a look.  She found a small boy lying on the floor, obviously in pain, with a bigger boy standing over him.  That boy she recognised as James Thompson.  He was in the year below Claire and was a skin-headed thug known for bullying younger kids. 
"Get away from him Thompson" she said.
"Fuck off you fat pig, i'm busy" he replied.
That was to be the biggest mistake Thompson had ever made.  Although Thompson was maybe 6'1" she guessed him to be only around 170lbs with a wiry frame.  Claire ran at him, closing the gap to him in seconds.  He swung a fist at her as she approached but she swatted it aside as she ran into him.  As Thompson was standing next to the wall he had nowhere to go when her massive belly hit him.  There was another 'Ooof' sound as Thompson was splatted against the wall by Claire's 363lbs of flesh.  Her whole body was shaken from the impact and it seemed as though nothing had been between her and the wall when she hit.  After a second or two Claire stepped back exhausted from her short run.  Thompson collapsed to the floor at her feet, face down barely moving.  Claire was feeling strangely excited as she surveyed the damage she'd done.

After a brief recovery she bent down and turned Thompson over so that he was face up.  He groaned.  He looked as though he'd been hit by a bus.  "I suppose he has" Claire thought to herself smiling.  By now the younger boy was on his feet and smiling.  Claire turned to him.  "Time for you to get to class my friend, I think i'm gonna have to teach Mr Thompson here a lesson he'll never forget!"  The boys eyes bugged out as he thought of the possibilities, then he ran out and off to class.  Claire positioned herself so that she had one foot either side of Thompson, directly above his chest.  Thompson still had his eyes closed.  If they were open he would have tried to move from this vulnerable position.  But Claire couldn't see all of his face because her belly stretched out too far in front of her.  She felt powerful.  She'd squashed this guy against the wall for no more than a few seconds and had hurt him so badly that he couldn't move.  She squatted down a little then kicked her legs out.  OOoooph.  Claire thought she heard a crack as her 363lbs settled on Thompson's chest and stomach.  She pressed down onto his chest.  This felt great.  Thompson was going red in the face as he struggled to breathe.  His eyes were certainly open now!  Claire smiled at him.
"how do I feel?"  she was rocking back and forth, squeezing all the air out of his lungs.  He was completely imprisoned beneath her and she was loving it!!  It felt so powerful.  Almost erotic. 
"Get offfff"  Thompson managed to wheeze.  It was almost too quiet to hear.  Claire lifted herself slightly (no mean effort for a girl of her size sat on the floor) and moved back a touch, pounding her 363lbs down on his unprotected stomach.  She felt as though her ass had hit the floor THROUGH Thompson.  She could feel parts of him moving around, forced out of place, internal organs?
"What?  I can't hear you?" she said.  Thompson had turned an even deeper red in the face and looked as though he was gonna be sick.  His eyes were leaking tears.  She leaned forward so that her face was closer to his.  Her huge belly forcing the last of the air out of his compressed body.  He looked on the verge of passing out.
"Listen to me little man" she whispered,
"If I EVER catch you bullying people again you are gonna be sooo crushed that you'll wish you'd never been born!  Now say sorry."
She leaned even closer to his face knowing that this would make it even more difficult for him to say anything as her enormous belly crushed his chest.
"Sooor"  He trailed off.  Just couldn't get enough air in to complete the word.  This made Claire smile.  Thompson's eyes were now streaming and rapidly glazing over.  She couldn't believe what she had reduced him to.  She felt sooo good.  Sooo dominant.  She had no idea that she would feel this way.  She had never thought about it before.  Unfortunately Thompson looked as though he was finished.  She lifted herself off him and stood up.  Thompson wheezed a very faint "sorry".
"OK then.  Just remember what I said."  She walked out, making sure to place her right foot squarely on his stomach as she walked over him, leaning all her weight onto her right leg and pressing down as she took the very slow step.  Thompson's face contorted to display agony.

The next day Claire heard the news that someone had beaten up James Thompson badly.
"cracked two ribs!" her friend jenny was saying.
"they say he won't admit who did it, not that anyone would probably care.  He sure had it coming!" Jenny continued.  Claire smiled.
That night, after finishing her dinner of an enormous steak, mashed potatoes and gravy AND a whole tray of Lasagne, followed by half a double chocolate cheesecake, she picked up the remaining half, a tub of ice-cream, 3 larges packs of oreos and a box of crispy creme donuts, headed for her room and thought again of how wonderful she had felt.  She couldn't help playing with herself as she thought of squashing, crushing and flattening Thompson beneath her.  The fact that she could inflict pain with just her weight was turning her on.  How could that be?  It was down right strange.  Claire started to feel a little ashamed of how she felt.  Then she began to wonder if there were guys out there who would like to be squashed?  She dismissed the idea as ridiculous and absent-mindedly stuffed a chocolate cream donut into her mouth whole.

More to follow........................

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Great story man, love the detail. Looking forward to the future installments.

yeah well done...waiting for the continuation...