Mel was full up. Hannah had an expert eye for these things and, with the way that the big blonde blimp choked down half the make-your-own omelet bar this morning, it wasn’t that hard to believe. Not a lot of girls, even the ones that Hannah had roomed with and nudged towards hoggitude over the last three years, would have come back to the dorm ready to eat lunch. Mel had done that and eaten the better half of a whole classroom’s worth of lasagna. Which of course turned Hannah on and broke her knob off, but the skinny minny senior student couldn’t help but wonder if Mel was pushing herself too far—it took nearly twenty minutes for the big beluga to lumber her way to the cafeteria.
Hannah wasn’t worried enough to actually try and convince Mel to turn back around though. If anything, Hannah was overjoyed to watch her roommate threaten to pop right out of her Buttercombe uniform. The pale yellow blouse was dotted with marinara spots where Mel had, unbelievably, missed her mouth. Only the first three buttons were fastened, the rest were undone so as to allow her big belly room to breath. It was noticeably rounder, and while it did shimmy and shake furiously with her every awkward totter, it seemed much firmer and more compacted. Mel’s belly was completely covered after breakfast—Hannah idly wondered how much pasta Ms. Flatterly had fed her, and began estimating just how much her roommate had left in her.
Mel burst through the double doors of the cafeteria, exhausted from all the ungodly walking she’d been doing today, and made a b-line for the first table she set her big blue eyes on. Hannah followed, her own eyes transfixed on Mel’s fat asscheeks sloshing back and forth in her tight plaid yellow skirt.
The big blonde collapsed into a breathless sweaty mass. It was clear to Hannah that, despite her fervor, Mel was already beginning to regret (or at least rethink) her decision. Hannah would have much rather ordered in for lunch—rather than burn up Mel’s precious supply of calories—if only because they only got so long before the two of them had to go back to class. But then again, Hannah was free until one, and Mel wouldn’t have made the choice to come down here (probably) if she didn’t have the time as well.
“What’s… on the menu?” Mel huffed huskily as she struggled to push herself back from the table, allowing her uncomfortably full stomach some room
“Looks liiiiike…” Hannah peered over the modest crowd of diners, “Maybe Salisbury steak… meatloaf… they’ve got the make your own burger bar set up…”
“Just…urp… get me whatever.” Mel burbled, “I think we might have to... make due with a little… snack…”
Hannah could hear Mel’s great gut gurgle as it struggled to digest all the food that Mel had eaten so far. It sounded painful, and obviously Mel was doing her best to either ignore it or look past it. But even Hannah, who was more or less a professional at making people overeat into discomfort, had her doubts as to whether or not Mel could hold anything else in that belly of hers.
Hannah happily complied, returning with a more than modest “snack” of a double bacon burger (the Rachel Elvers special!) and a side of potato wedges in Creole sprinkling, and a side of mashed potatoes. Mel was happy to take the tray and eagerly dug into the first few bites of her burger, but not five minutes in and she had already begun to slow down. She did eventually finish the burger as well as the potatoes, but it was clear to Hannah that it was an uneasy process.
“Hey… think I’m done.” Mel burped, “Y’want these?”
Mel, for what was probably the first time in her recent life, slid the plate over. Hannah received it and watched as Mel began to fruitlessly rub at her belly. The tautness of her big fat gut was exemplified by its distance from the table, Hannah could see a more distinct roundness. Every so often, pathetic little whimpers would escape the big blonde bunny as she pressed lightly on her poor overstuffed stomach. Something about the way her face looked when she was all pouty, the way she was literally too stuffed to even reach the crest of her corpulence, and the way her chins pooled on her shoulder as her head lulled to the side made Hannah both empathize and objectify her rotund roomie.
“Sho you…” Hannah swallowed a mouthful of fry, “You wanna head back to the dorm sweetie?”
“Yuh…” Mel burbled dumbly as she nod her sleepy head, “I think I overdi—“
“Hey Pasta Buddy!”
The intrusion of a third voice prompted Hannah and Mel to turn their heads in the direction of the disturbance. Two brunettes, one rather lanky and the other bovine, were encroaching on Hannah and Mel’s thus-far private table. Hannah recognized the big one as Beth Taft, one of the larger girls on campus. She looked even moreso much to Hannah’s surpreme delight, it seemed that Beth had had a very fulfilling summer. It was notable that, unlike a respectable size of the girls in Beth’s weight class, Beth had received little to no assistance from Hannah in all of the three years that the two of them had been schooled together. Despite this, Beth had bulked up supremely from a 98-pound skinny-minnie and blossomed into a big round brunette with big fat tits the size of Hannah’s head. She liked to go on about being a descendant of President Taft, which Hannah could believe—Hannah had always felt that Taft was always the hottest president, in no small part to that little story about him and the bathtub. Had Beth ever—
“Hey Beth.” Mel gasped, “Hannah this is Beth… Beth this is… Hannah.”
“Nice to meetcha.” Beth said with a dimpling smile, “This is Kathy, my resident freshman for the semester.”
“Call me Kat.”
“You can call her Kat.”
Hannah eyed Kathy—Kat—with the same measure she did for everyone. She was a freshman so, as to be expected, Kat hadn’t really had a chance to embrace the Buttercombe lifestyle. She was a scrawny thing, with spindly boney little arms and a sharp jaw-line. She had brown curly hair and thick-rimmed glasses, which were cute she supposed. Didn’t carry herself with much confidence, that was for sure. But Hannah was sure that living with a girl like Beth, who was constantly eating and (if the rumors were true) getting stuck in inappropriate places thanks to all that ass, would put more than a few pounds and inches on Kat. Surely the tray of food she carried—loaded with everything Hannah had tempted Mel with and more—was for Beth, who didn’t have one.
“So were you guys about to sit down and eat?” Beth asked, not waiting for an answer before she pulled out a chair, “I figured we could...oomp… be, y’know, lunch buddies.”
Please say yes.
“Ugh… I dunno…” Mel burbled, “I was just thinkin’ maybe I… overdid it…”
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