Karla is the first of your friends to disappear. There are rumors that she couldn't take the pressure of school and bailed, but you doubt the ever-positive Karla would cave, much less ditch school without telling someone in your group. Mark and Amy seem as baffled as you are, and field a few far-fetched theories that no one really believes. A cloud hangs over you and your friends... except for Sam. She seems as happy as ever. Your other friends assume she's just trying to make everyone feel better, but you begin to grow suspicious at her casual dismissal of Karla's disappearance.
One day, as you and your group are sitting on the Academy steps after class, you decide to ask Sam about your absent friend. “What do you think happened to her?”
Sam's eyes dance with amusement as she answers you, “Oh, I think everyone's right about what happened. I think she caved under pressure. I mean, some things just break you down, you know?” Your mouth goes dry as she gives you a knowing look. “She was probably crying for help, and no one noticed. And when things got so painful that everything turned to shit...” she shrugs, “Well, that's when she left out the back door.” Mark and Amy nod at this, but you look away, a sickening pit in your stomach.
Amy is the next to vanish. After Karla's disappearance, no one seems too surprised that her best friend decided to follow suit and ditch school. You try to tell yourself that this is all there is to it... that the bookish redhead that you've called your friend for years just decided to leave Faybrook Academy without telling anyone. You almost have yourself convinced.
And then, one night as you enter your dorm-room, you notice something resting on top of your pillow. It takes a moment of scrutiny for you to recognize a partially destroyed pair of thick-rimmed glasses with round lenses. The plastic frame is melted and warped into a strange arrangement and the lenses are smudged and cracked in multiple places, but you're certain that you're looking at Amy's glasses. You sit down heavily, queasy with the realization that what's left of your friend is probably fertilizing the soil in the Faybrook woods right about now.
You decide to confront Sam the next time you see her. However, when you run into her the following morning, you find your harsh words evaporating. Your friend practically glows with an inner life, her lustrous black hair shimmering in the morning sun and her eyes sparkling and bright. Her school uniform hugs her curves tightly, and you find yourself noticing how much she's filled out in the past month. Her breasts threaten to snap the buttons from her shirt, the slight protrusion of her nipples obvious through the white fabric. The pudge of her stomach pushes forward more than you remember, the fat jiggling as she walks over to you. You merely stare, your mouth open. Sam shrugs and grins, “It's amazing what a good meal will do for your appearances!” You gape, speechless, as Sam gives you a peck on the cheek and walks off.
When Mark disappears, you have no doubt about his fate. The day after he vanishes, you sulk under a stairwell between classes. You've been spending more and more time apart from the other students, your sense of isolation increasing by the day. You look up, only to find yourself face-to-face with Sam. Your longest friend. Your only friend.
She bites her lip flirtatiously and bats her eyes at you, “I guess it's just the two of us now, huh?”
You look down, “Yeah. I guess.”
Sam purses her lips into a mocking pout, “Oh, come on... don't tell me you miss Mark.”
You look up, your eyes burning with an intense sincerity, and nod slowly. In response, Sam takes your hand and places it on the swell of her belly. You stand completely still, shocked by the sudden contact. “You're not alone, dude. All of our friends are right here!” She begins to work her fingers against your own, forcing you to knead the flesh on her midsection. “It's pretty amazing how every person has their own way of filling me out. Karla went straight to my love handles.” She winks at you, “I'll probably have to exercise her off eventually. Now, Amy... Amy tasted incredible! Mmm... and she was quite the fighter too. I know they say redheads are feisty, but that little nerd squirmed inside of me for hours!” She moves your hand upward until you cup the soft swell of her breast, her nipple pressed into your palm. Your heart flutters in your chest and your mind races, conflicting feelings coursing through you. “I think you've noticed that I've gone up a cup size since she disappeared.” Abruptly, your friend spins around, pressing you against the wall with her ass. As she grinds rhythmically against your groin, she pulls her skirt up slightly, revealing a pink thong decorated with a cartoon skull and crossbones. “And Mark, mmm-mmm! I played with him for a while first... got him nice and cooperative. You know, it's really incredible how you boys can keep a hard-on even when faced with your own death.” You groan in response, pressing your erection hard against your friend. “Hahaha! That boner didn't stop him from screaming, though. And begging. I don't think I've ever heard such pathetic begging. So I agreed to let him out.”
You gasp in surprise, “Really!?”
Sam looks back at you as she presses harder against the tent in your pants, gyrating her backside rhythmically. “Oh yeah. He came sliding out nice and smoooth. Hahaha! Turns out Mark is a bit of an ass man.” You arch your back as Sam rubs against you. You try to hold back, but the thought of your friend being turned to ass-fat is too much. You shudder and buck as you cum in your pants, pressing against your friend with your eyes shut. Just as the waves of pleasure subside, the bell rings. Sam casually grabs you by the arm and pushes you out from under the stairs. You stagger into the hallway, a rush of students coursing around you. Sam walks past you, glancing back to blow you a kiss before disappearing into the crowd. It doesn't take long before the cum-stained tent in your pants is noticed by your classmates. At least you're starting to get used to your reputation as the school's resident pervert.
