This choice: *growl* Fontina: "Skipping breakfast is never good..." • Go Back... The crowning corsage of the library searched amongst her small hillock of literature. She scattered tomes delicately if not just a little haphazardly, "Ohh..." Fontina moaned as she bit the curvature of her index finger, "Where is it?" she whined, not finding her somewhat lusty tome of literature anywhere in sight.
Well, she was pretty startled when Mr. Sunny interrupted her. And, quite familiar with her own habits and excitable nature, it wasn't a stretch that the feeling of launching out of her own skin was actually just her book flying out of her hands and landing somewhere in the library. Realizing this, Fontina soon grew red with embarrassment and started looking in the other aisles. "I hope I didn't hit anybody..." she said quietly to herself as she searched the rows in front of her. Finally finding it, three rows down the line, Fontina just smiled and let bygones be bygones, quickly thumbing open the book back to her previous page.
As she skimmed through the words, Fontina found it noticeably harder than before to get as lost in the literature. The elements were all there; a quiet library, the musty perfume of time-worn pages, the lusty yet swashbuckling adventures of Pirate Captain Raymundo the Lucario moemon nestled firmly within her grasp. Yes, it seemed like the perfect way to start anybody's first day of senior year, but...
The loud grumbling noises emanating from her stomach were far from soothing and did little to contribute to the overall mood.
Fontina grumbled as she looked down at her waist, rather what she could see past her blossoming breasts. Puberty had hit her like a ton of bricks, it seemed, and felt it necessary to "bless" her with breasts the size of melons. Not only were they cumbersome, but it was kind of hard to get close to anybody... both emotionally and physically. They, along with her full hips and supple rear, were just the unwanted gift of growing up. There were plenty of days Fontina wished that she could just go back to being that cute little Eevee moemon. But those days had their downsides too, namely one that she was still trying to rid herself of: baby fat. Even at her age, Fontina still had a small layer of chub present from her childhood days of yore. It wasn't all too bad... but it did get to her at times. Namely now, when the pudge demanded to be fed.
She let out a low whine as she touched her relatively flat stomach; "Skipping breakfast is never good..." she grumbled, resigning quite easily to the whims of her appetite
Checking her watch, 6:45, and deeming it plenty of time before class started and she would be required to stay in the library, Fontina decided that a little pre-duty breakfast would do her some good. She grabbed an armful of books and walked out of the spacious library. Even more exciting still, this would be the first time since last year that she got to see...
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"Fontina!"
Behind the serving counter of the school's cafeteria, there was a large staff of various breeding that tended to the school's menu for breakfast and lunch, usually even whipping up a little something for dinner, considering the large majority of students who couldn't cook. In charge of that whole staff was Blaire, one of the most talented culinary prodigies in Kanto and Fontina's biggest sister. Though once only determined by age, the years of sampling her own cuisine had certainly given a new meaning to the title "biggest sister". In the short years after graduation, Blaire's waistline had expanded from itty-bitty to exponentially wide.
Blaire's short red hair just barely scorched the already golden brown of her forehead, though most of it was hidden by a required hairnet. Her face was innocently cherubic, with a set of matching chins and full, round cheeks that dimpled as when she smiled. Her breasts, humongous being the only words to describe them at this point, hung heavily atop the fleshy foundation that was her draping stomach; said stomach so large that even now, standing a good two feet away from the counter, was deeply cut by the long silver handle of her tray. And while it wasn't visible, Fontina knew her sister. If she had to guess, Blaire was probably wearing some hot-pants right now. She never really did accept that whole "fat girl" fashion very well.
"Hey Blaire!", Fontina greeted her older sister enthusiastically. Her family had always been close, and it really upset her that she wasn't allowed to come home after school ended last year. As such, she felt a sort of hole that needed to be filled with Blaire. Maybe she should invite her back to her dorm once in a while to make up for lost time? "How've you been?"
"Oh, just awesome!" she said excitedly, getting that little wrinkle on the bridge of her nose as she smiled emphatically, "Mr. Sunny signed the school up to deal with some new ingredients from Orre. My crew and I have been working with them all summer!" the massive moemon giggled as she lifted the metal lid off of a piping hot bin of oatmeal. "Oh, really? Is that why you couldn't come home?" Fontina asked, inquisitive nature taking predominance over appetite. "Yeah, Sunny paid us overtime for it, so I guess I don't mind too much." she said nonchalantly, turning apologetic quickly, "But I missed you guys so much! How's Mom? Did you tell her I said hi? Ooh, what about Miyu, she's supposed to be enrolling this year; I'm so excited!"
Fontina laughed, Blaire always did her best to keep up with the family. "She's great, yes I did, and I'm pretty excited myself." the water-type said casually, "Maybe entering school will finally get her off her butt and doing something." they shared an innocent laugh at the absent Leafeon sibling. "So how about some food? I'll bet you're starved!"
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