This choice: or, not so shockingly, that same peppy prep with a severe weight problem... • Go Back... There was a slight pause as everyone patiently anticipated the arrival of the apparently either absent or invisible valedictorian, confused mumblings as to whether or not the large woman had expected this slight misstep roused the girls present until a loud noised signaled that the proper chain of events had resumed
"Sorry I'm late!" said a chipper voice from the back of the room as the doors creaked behind her, "I just had to grab another mocha frappe from the teacher's lounge, they're just so good!"
All glanced, including yourself, turning to face the largest girl anyone had ever seen! Larger than the mini-mistress up above! Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when you saw the enormous mound of quivering blubber as it slowly made its way towards the aisle, barely able to waddle about in her sorry shape. No doubt feminine, the Mound rather awkwardly jiggled and quivered underneath her suit and dress pants as it heaved its heavy thighs one after the other in a slow steady motion.
A heavy, pendulous belly sagged and swayed betwixt her swollen thighs, the fabric of her white blouse colliding audibly with the taut pattern of her bottoms, each movement still visible after the next had passed in it's wobbling, gelatinous mass as it surged forward. Her heavy breasts bobbed with the rest of her body as they forced her arms to the side, said arms coated in bingo wings heavy enough to fill out the sleeves and then some of her black jacket. As she waddled uncomfortably through the chairs, you could hear her pants and wheezes as she struggled to simply move about at such a high weight, her cheeks thick with fat and red as tomatoes as she heaved and hoed herself about. Clutched beneath her sausage fingers was aforementioned Mocha Frappe, loaded with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. In fact, it appeared that there was little coffee at all in that cup!
And slowly, as she passed, one of her mighty meaty love handles brushed against one of the (then) lighter girls and pushed her to all fours. "Oops, sorry!" she puffed as she tottered past, not making an attempt at assisting the poor student as she continued her trek to the podium
"Gee, what a heifer." you heard a voice behind you
"Wow, she's really big..." said another
"Now that's a big'un!" even Becca proclaimed, "I mean, I know I'm not exactly skinny, but that's just unhealthy- right, CJ?"
Your eyes seemed glued to the massive, rising globs of blubber that ran aquifer inside her tight dress pants. As with her top, this valedictorian's bottom half was just as keen on keeping a record of her movements within it's fleshy banks. You weren't interested, per say, in her; however there seemed to be something keeping you from turning away...
"Right CJ?"
You could only watch with a strange fascination in her struggle as she stomped along, being completely out of breath by the time she finally reached the microphone. As Mrs. Masters was the one speaking before her, the podium had already been accommodated to fit one of more "generously proportioned" status. However even that in effect, the voluptuous valedictorian still had to take a step back so that her heavy breaths would not be heard in the microphone- Mocha Frappe still steady in hand as she sucked down the creamy, chocolate mix like a drug...
"CJ!!"
"Huh, what?"
"Her! That's totally unhealthy, right?"
"What's unhealthy now?" you stammer in an unintelligent fashion, being caught off-guard by one of such a... rounded figure.
"Her weight! She's huge!"
"O-Oh, now... c-come on Becca, that's not cool-" for some reason you are quick to defend this total(ly huge) stranger even against your dearest of friends, "she probably has a glandular problem or something. We shouldn't make fun of her."
"Well obviously it's contagious judging by our Headmistress and her roly-poly mini-her." Becca scoffed
"Sorry for the wait, guys" the large girl at the stand finally managed after a long pause filled with some wheezing, slurping, and apparent snacking at the front of the crowd, "There was a line in the teacher's lounge." she said, happily glutting herself on her cocoa-centric confections without a second thought, sweating slightly as she sinfully enjoyed herself. Next to her, the Headmistress seemed to be fidgeting uneasily as she watched her double-wide former student slurp and scarf. She beckoned her dark-skinned assistant closer to her, whereupon the larger woman whispered something into her subordinate's ear- dashing off with a quick nod of confirmation.
"So, I'm Ivy Sighsoftly and I was the Valedictorian and President of my graduating class last Summer." the speaker said, finally placing her cup down on the podium, "I know you're all really really excited to start school here at Chubbeso Academy. It's going to be a whole lot of fun!" her accent (or lack thereof) suggested that, like you, Miss Sighsoftly was American- which instilled you with a great amount of comfort.
"I remember when I was your age, most of you probably didn't come from England and that's perfectly fine." she says, grabbing her cup and lifting the green straw to her plump lips before taking a sip, "There's nothing wrong with being from another part of Europe, America, Asia, or anywhere else for that matter! Because Chubbeso Academy for Promising Young Girls is a wonderful place once you get used to it. I know that you'll all... phew, excuse me-" here she had grown winded from the pressures of remaining in a standing position and had to wipe her brow with one thick arm, causing an audible rip in her jacket. Ignoring the soft white bulge of blubber taking up her armpit, Sighsoftly continued unperturbed.
"-get to love and know one another and get to be just like sisters! (slurp) I never thought, when I was your age, that I would be where I was my Senior year, or where I am today! But all it took was a little time and effort to reach out of my shell and get reach out to my fellow girls; and soon enough we were all growing closer than real sisters!"
"Probably because you took up the most space, Chubs." Becca mumbled under her breath
"And I have to say that it's all worth it, going out and becoming an integral part of your student body. I was Class President from Sophomore year on and I got all sorts of perks- my lunches were free, my dorm room was upgraded, access to the Teachers Lounge... and it was all because I took initiative! (munch) And, let me just say, that (crunch) I've never (slurp) been so happy (munch) in my entire (slurp) life!"
A modest chorus of applause from her baffled audience fizzled as she took her things from the podium, allowing the Headmistress to return to her stand. Seconds after, the mysterious dark assistant returned to her employer with a Mocha Frappe of identical, though refilled, specifications as was Ivy Sighsoftly's. She took a big sip herself before doing so herself and continuing on.
"Now, as I'm sure you all know, there are... oh boy this is good... a few things that must be enforced. Namely, the respect of our new... special case... a Mister Charity Jaine Dalton."
Crap. They just said your full name.
A chorus of giggles and confused noises filled the speaking area as Becca nudged you to stand upright. In your uniform, you felt like such an outcast. Being the only boy, sure, but also being the only one to wear this ridiculous penguin suit. The Headmistress, straw between her lips, beckoned you closer to her with one plump finger... you could only do as instructed.
"Come on CJ, I won't bite." the Headmistress said jokingly, "And I'm sure Ivy won't either unless you ask her to." she crinkles her broad nose at the crass joke. "Now ladies, it is very important that we make CJ here feel comfortable. As the only red-blooded male in this academy, I'm sure he thinks himself plenty lucky to be surrounded by such young women as yourselves, but rest assured that nothing should happen between anyone while during school. So keep your hands to yourself and-
"mother!"
a whisper came from afar, from the Mini-Mistress. She raised her eyebrows and gestured towards you from her standing position longingly.
"Oh, erm, so as to say, without my permission!" the Headmistress corrected herself at the bequeath of her apparent daughter, "After all Mr. Dalton, you are a red blooded male, we can't exactly... limit your dating life." she said with a knowing smile between you and said puffball junior to her side
"Welcome to Chubbeso Academy, Mr. CJ Dalton!" Ivy Sighsoftly breathed, leaning towards you with her intimidatingly large doughy form and enveloping you inside of it. You sunk endlessly into her soft, squishy expanse of excess blubber; your face pressed right up against her left breast as she hugged you... before spilling Mocha Latte all over your jacket.
"Oops!" she squealed, recoiling the best her heavy body would allow, "I'm so sorry... here, let's get that off!" she said before helping you remove your coat. "Actually, I think it looks better that way."
"Y-Ya think?" for some reason, you can't help but stutter
"You betcha." she said with a slight peck on the cheek (unknowingly upsetting three girls whom of which will become very key in your survival at this hectic school)
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