This choice: Fontina's Cell Phone Rings - Its from her friend Lynn! • Go Back... ...a distinctly familiar sense of vibration traveled up Fontina's leg just as she was about to choke down whatever scraps had been left over so Blaire wouldn't have anything to whine about. Under normal circumstances, a call during a strictly family occasion was forbidden. However since her poor stomach felt like it was about to explode, Fontina chalked it up to fate and whipped out her cell phone. "Ooh, now who could be calling my baby sister so early in the morning?" Blaire teased, leaning into the table and resting a cheek in her softly padded hand playfully, "Does little Fonty finally have a boyfriend to bug her?" her statement was dotted with cutesy kissy noises and short chuckles, much to the addressed girl's dismay. "N-No!" she retorted in a heaping hue of red, "I-I mean, I don't have a boyfriend..."
Actually, caller ID revealed the mystery dialer to be Lynndelle Laurel; a sweet moemon known throughout the academy for her good looks and enamoring personality. It seemed fitting that she and Fontina get along so well, all things considered. Fontina's thumb flipped the lid open and she pecked 'TALK' with her index finger. "Hello?" she answered cheerily, always the morning person. "Hi Fontina, its Lynn." the voice on the other end answered gracefully, "I, um, just wanted to see if we could hang out a little before classes start; I haven't seen you all Summer, and I wanted to catch up..."
"Oh, um..." Fontina turned to face Blaire's cherubic countenance, who simply smiled in the way that fully-grown sisters do when they realize that their younger siblings have been offered a chance to hang out with friends in lieu of spending time with them. "Blaire, I um, really don't mean to be rude... you're my big sister and all, but..." the hefty Flareon woman simply waved dismissively at the worrysome sister in front of her. "Go on, its cool, I'm not going anywhere." she said laxly, "Tell you what; we'll meet up at lunchtime." Fontina's eyebrows flexed upwards frettingly, "Oh... but, you cooked so much." However she was defeated by a hearty laugh from her older sister, "Go on, get outta here. I'll just split what's left over with my Mini-me."
Fontina smiled widely as she turned her attention back to the phone. "Yes, I'm still here." she said gently into the speaker, "Gardening Club? I can be there in like, five minutes... alright, see you then. Bye!" she clicked the phone shut and slowly rose to her feet with some labored difficulty. Her stomach, taut and stuffed, was just barely noticeable from underneath her top, and while it was all but inconspicuous, it seemed to pain Fontina greatly. She brushed it gently with the back of her hand and nearly wretched at the slight pressure. "Oh..." she said quietly to herself. "Hm?" Blaire asked, still in her playfully flirtatious position, "What was that?" Fontina snapped back to reality, "Um, just that... I'm sorry, I've got to go meet Lynn at her Gardening Club." she said quietly, "I mean, I know I haven't seen either of you all Summer, but..."
"Stop worrying, my feelings ain't hurt!" Blaire said sternly, "Now go on, I'll catch up with you at lunch."
"Thanks Blaire." Fontina half-apologized-half-thanked her bigger sister as she started towards the cafeteria's exit. "Hey, hold up a sec!" Blaire called after her, struggling to heft her heavy body from her seat...
"You're not leaving your poor sister all alone without even a hug, are you?"
***
And what a hug it was. But that's almost completely trivial. Currently occurring, Fontina was making a long venture down a previously unvisited hallway that she wasn't even aware existed. She was fluent in all areas of the school, having been a vital part to the student body through her sophomore and junior years, and knew just about where everything was. The busty Vaporeon girl could have sworn that she had been down every hallway at least once in this expansive school- and that in itself was an accomplishment. Maybe they did some remodeling during the summer? She couldn't imagine why, the school was already big enough...
But no matter. Room 563 was upon her; within sight and smell, Fontina could tell that the Gardening Club was close by. The overpowering aroma of dirt and a myriad of flora wafted up and about Fontina's delicate nose, irritating her sensitive capillaries. It was a hot, thick scent that filled the hallway. It was an absolutely intoxicating smell that unfortunately had proved strong enough to leak through the sealed doors of Lynn's Gardening Club. The ghastly aroma was so powerful, in fact, that it belabored Fontina's breathing. It left her panting, struggling for air. Her forehead grew heavy with sweat, and her glasses fogged. Yet, it seemed so familiar...
"Fontina!" a familiar voice rang throughout the hallway, seeming to come from the very source of the smell. "Hey, Fontina, over here!"
Fontina was relieved to see that Lynn had found her, rather than the opposite. It would have taken her forever to lug herself over to the Gardening Club at this rate. It honestly felt like her feet had been encased in concrete; she was so slow! "Oh, hey..." Fontina said meekly, letting out a big yawn as she plodded over to her friend, "...hey Lynn." The younger girl quirked her head, "Are you alright?" the Bayleef moemon asked, concernedly placing a hand on Fontina's forehead. "You don't have a fever, have you been getting enough sleep?"
And, in the spirit of the currently absent Quilava moemon Ali, Fontina couldn't help but notice Lynn's surprisingly enhanced gazongas. "Holy crap!" Fontina shouted, temporarily awake due to shock. "What? What's wrong?!" Lynn asked, whipping her hand back. "Y-Your breasts!" Fontina mumbled, "I mean, I knew they were always pretty, um, just... wow!" she seemed even too bothered to dip into her expansive vocabulary. What was wrong with her? More importantly though, how did Lynn sprout such gigantic boobies?!
"Oh... these?" Lynn asked in a flighty voice as she looked down at her endowment, "I guess they sort of popped up over Summer break." she said in an embarrassed tone of voice, "They're really not so great... I don't see how you do it, Fontina."
At that, Fontina's already red face turned even darker. "Oh, wow, that's... well, I guess you get why I'm always complaining about them, huh?" she giggled. Lynn seemed unaffected by the strange odor in the hallway. Perhaps it was just Fontina? "Anyway, I kind've have an ulterior motive for inviting you down here... I mean, I really want to hang out, but there's something I need help with...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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