"Get it together, Yoko. Just get it together."
As she ascended the stairway, her eyes lowered as she fumbled around in the pocket of her blue cardigan, searching for her room's keys, she asked herself, momentarily, why she was so fidgity. After all, this was the moment she had been waiting for past four years to arrive. It was the day she began her first term at the Bovine Academy, one of the top ranking culinary schools in the East Coast. Surely her parents had wanted her to look elsewhere due to the high price of the school, but Yoko had won through with her rather selfish request to be accepted into the school. She supposed her anxiety was just butterflies in her belly, though, and nothing more.
Nothing genuine, anyway.
She had noticed, on the way up, a large quantity of pudgy students. It was surprising for her to see so many. She had never even gained an ounce more than necessary in her teenage years, and most of her friends here relatively slender as well. Maybe it was just the area she had lived in. After all, a majority of the country was obese, so why did she find it so surprising to see so many chubbettes waltzing around the school?
Finally, she found her key, and unlocked the door.
"Anyone here?" Yoko asked, curiously as she locked the door behind her.
"Who's that?" a female voice called.
"Uh, my name's Yoko. Yoko Hayabasha. If you're who I think you are, I'm kinda your new room mate. Uh, where are you?" Yoko walked into the main room, an area furnished with sketchbooks and several posters of Japanese anime. She felt it gave the room an interesting flare, but seemed a bit surreal. In her bags, she had also packed a few anime posters herself. She figured they'd at least have stuff to talk about together.
"Oh, there you are." Yoko turned around to see her roommate. She was taken aback at first, not so much out of repulsion but out of surprise. She was a relatively big girl, a bit taller than she was, but also much wider. She wasn't a pig, that's for sure, but she was much larger than any of the girls Yoko had ever spoken to personally (although she had seen bigger in this academy since arrival). She had a large belly that bulged out of the girl's tank top, which was pulled snuggly around her skin. It even dug into the blubber around her shoulders. Her breasts hung like small melons, albeit small ones, and rested comfortably over her jiggling tummy. Her thighs, which were partially hidden by her capris, were thick and lush, and her calves were no different. Her arms, though, were most peculiar. For some reason, Yoko had a thing for people's arms. The fact that she couldn't see any muscle tone, that the arm was so thick and jiggly, that she couldn't even make out the girl's wrists under all that lush flub, was something that made Yoko, for a moment, loose herself to momentary lust--
Oh! Snap out of it!
"Yoko, right?" the girl, who Yoko noticed was caucassian, asked, "My name's Katlyn Ovadia, but you can just call me Kat."
"Oh, okay," Yoko replied, nodding with a broad smile on her face.
Kat stretched her arms up, pulling her shirt up a bit so her lushious belly was exposed for a moment or two. It was smooth, no stretch marks to speak of. Yoko must've been staring at it, as Kat asked, mildly, "You looking at my flab?"
"Huh?! Oh, uh, no, it's not that at all," Yoko stammered, blushing deep red.
Kat giggled, "It's okay. You just look like such a stick, you know. How much do you weigh, anyway? 90 lbs?"
"Oh, no, I'm not that skinny," Yoko laughed back, "No, I'm like, what, 105? Something like that."
"Oh, okay, then I'm only twice your weight, then," Kat replied, "For a second I was worried."
"Oh, you're 210?" Yoko asked.
"Yeah, but don't worry! It's just because I've been here since I was 13," Kat replied.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, I just needed to learn a little self-control is all," Kat replied, shrugging her pudgy shoulders, "No big deal. Say, Yoko, do you wanna--"