It was early in the morning, as the sun’s first rays shone onto the marvelous golden hair of a beautiful lady. She rose from her bed without any kind of ungainly complaint or clumsiness, preparing her flawless appearance with the utmost care and grace. Her drill-like hair perfectly curled, her makeup applied neatly, and dressed in her modest uniform. Prepared for another day at IS Academy, where she would be once again learning to fly the mechanised combat units known as Infinite Stratos, she sat at her table to enjoy a relaxed breakfast. This classy, beautiful, and strong lady was known to all her colleagues as a reliable class representative, as well as the representative candidate of the United Kingdom, Miss Cecilia Alcott. Having her very own personal IS, Blue Tears, as well as being descended from a noble family, made her something of a celebrity. There was just one, tiny, little thing that took away from this image. Or rather, something big.
She was awfully fat.
It was hardly a recent occurrence, or indeed a secret. Raised as a pampered Lady, she was not exactly forced to do physical work, nor denied yummy, sweet treats. Her breakfast consisted of many jam slathered, buttery scones. As much as they respected her, classmates couldn’t help but comment on her girth. It wasn’t to the extent that it impeded her ability to pilot IS units, but it certainly impeded her ability to wear anything below a size large skirt. Even today, as she strolled towards her class with a smile on her lips, she noticed girls pointing and whispering at her swaying hips.
“Hey, hasn’t Alcott gotten /even/ wider?”
“I-It’s not polite to say it…”
“So you were thinking it, riiiiight? Like, I don’t know how she has the courage to hang around /him/ looking like that…”
Ignoring the protests of these commoners, Cecilia calmly sat down in her designated seat. Certainly, the way her plump posterior pressed against her chair lent evidence to those girls’ claims. She couldn’t remember the chairs in class being this comfy before! As she wiggled her feminine hips and settled down, she was suddenly disturbed by her tummy pressing against the desk. It was gurgling contentedly after its lovely morning meal, as usual, but being squished against her metal desk for hours on end wasn’t something this well indulged girl appreciated. Cecilia folded her arms over her sizable, fat chest, and twirled her spiraling hair, before letting out a discontented sigh. No, this would not do. As she shuffled her hefty mass around, trying to fit her girth into some kind of comfortable position where it would fit, /he/ walked in. The most beautiful, and only, male student of IS academy. The man who Cecilia hoped to ensnare as she put so much effort into her appearance every morning. The stunning, raven black-haired Orimura Ichika, and he was looking right at the struggling Cecilia.
“Yo, Cecilia. Good morning!”
Her cheeks went an even deeper shade of red.
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