This choice: Go downstairs, she had been told by Ms. Polluck there was a welcome feast • Go Back...Chapter #8Where the hungry people are by: Trampltrum   Sitting on the side of her bed, wiggling her dumpy legs back and forth, was not Arisa’s favourite pastime. For starters she had no idea when her new roommate would arrive, and secondly she was becoming hungry, really really hungry. Those last treats left by her mother would only last the huge freshman so long.
Deciding to check out the feast in the main hall, if not for food than her innate curiosity, Arisa planted her hands on her bed and forced herself off, her blubbery body jiggling as she hit the floor with a deep boom.
Almost forgetting her keycard, Arisa had to waddle back to her nightstand to retrieve her only actual way of returning to her room. She really did not want to have to get a new one on her first day; what kind of impression would that give of her?
Making sure to carefully close her door, Arisa began following the gaggle of girls that all seemed to be going the same way.
As Arisa joined the throng of chatting students, she subtly noticed how fat the older ones were. Alot of the girls her age seemed to be on the skinny size, but as soon as you hit the second or third years they started to chub up, a few even Arisa’s size. And then a deep rumble announced that Arisa, with her surprisingly high walking speed, had caught up to a forth year; and she was tremendous!
The huge girl, packed uncomfortably into an ill-fitting uniform, had curly blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and was busy concentrating more on stuffing a cookie from a bag she had clutched under one arm than looking where she was walking. People were giving the absolute heifer a wide berth, lest her rolling hips or boulder-like belly send them flying.
Arisa did likewise or at least try as much as her own massive size would allow; there was only so much space in the hallway for to students of their girth. The big bronze teen apologized meekly as her own mass of blubber rubbed the older girls. She seemed oblivious to the bump though, more intent on cramming her fat face with food than anything else.
As Arisa left the distracted elephantine student in the dust she finally arrived at Buttercombe’s dining hall, and what a hall it was!
The ceiling was so high Arisa had to crane her neck back as far as it would go to get a good look at it; the walls were bedecked with photos of students and teachers of years passed, there were elegant baroque pillars lining the walls, and a gorgeous chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling.
Arisa was pulled out of her wonder by the urgent cry from her massive middle; the big bronze ball was visibly rumbling with its demands for food. Placing her hands on the rumbling sphere in an attempt to quieten it down, Arisa began to look around for the actual feast.
The Thai genius almost smacked her head with how obvious the answer was; there was a massive group of students all helping themselves to a large buffet. Arisa quickly set off towards them and grabbed a plate, hoping the best stuff was not already taken.
Arisa’s fears were unfounded though; whoever set the table looked like they had plan to feed an entire army! There were piles of steaming sausages, heaping mountains of spaghetti, curries of all colors...and that was just what Arisa could glance of the savouries!
The obese student began to pile her plate with as much food and as much variation as possible, just in case anything ran out before she could come back for her inevitable second course; you don’t get as big as Arisa by sticking to just a single helping at dinner.
Licking her chocolate-colored lips, Arisa stared at her plate, her arms straining under the weight of such extravagant food all for her. But now there was another problem, where to sit?
Arisa looked around, there sure were a lot of totally full tables, and a lot of empty ones; but Arisa did not want to spend her first day sitting at a table alone eating by herself, it was her first day, she needed to try and make friends! Arisa took another long look at the options before her.
A pair of blonde twins were seemingly play-fighting, or rather one was yanking the others hair. They looked rather distracted by their fun, best leave them to it.
A red-head with long locks was trying her best to get very close to a girl with extremely long black hair. Hmm, this looked like they were being quite personal; Arisa would rather not interject herself.
A goth and a punk were conversing on another table. It looked like they had a lot in common; perhaps it was best for Arisa to look for someone who had something in common with her?
Scanning once again, it looked like Arisa had found someone she could talk to about a kindred topic. The tubby girl quickly waddled her way over to an African-American girl with well trimmed medium-length hair and a rather sweet button nose; but what Arisa noticed more than anything was how into her food this girl was!
“Looks good doesn’t it?” Arisa remarked to the girl, who right now was practically inhaling everything on her plate!
“*Omph* Oh my god you have no idea *oomph*” the girl remarked between mouthfuls, barely looking at Arisa as she seemed to be trying her best to stuff her stomach as quickly as possible.
“Mind if I sit here?” Arisa added after a few seconds, worried that this girl had simply re-entered her trance-like state and had forgotten about Arisa.
“*gulp* Oh! Sorry of course you can, please” the prim girl stated, gesturing with one well manicured hand, as Arisa shuffled her titanic form into the seat. “So, what’s your name?” the girl asked, actually looking at Arisa as she tried to still put as much food past her dark lips as possible.
“My name is Arisa Boonliang-Spencer, or just Arisa Spencer to my friends” Arisa introduced, not adding the crucial point that she had never actually had friends, well not any long lasting ones that is.
“Zahara Stevens...and wait, Boonliang? Where have I heard that name before...?” Zahara asked after intruding herself in return.
“My mom kinda owns a company...” Arisa blushed, rubbing the back of her head as she forked a lump of potato salad into her own mouth.
“That’s it! Boonliang corp! My dad mentioned it a few times; and you’re like on the news sometimes! Wow!” Zahara seemed flabbergasted, well not flabbergasted enough to stop eating.
Arisa laughed nervously, she had hoped to build a name for herself, rather than her mom’s fame carrying her through prep school.
“That must be so cool! I mean, my family is pretty rich to, but yours is like...on another level!” Zahara continued as her fork scraped the bottom of her plate, “Oh nuts...excuse me for a minute” the dark-skinned girl added as she swiftly rose from her seat and practically ran back to the buffet tables; moments later returning with a full plate of dessert(s).
“Sorry about that, I can’t get enough of this food, it is heavenly!” Zahara cooed as she placed a hand to her cheek lovingly as she took another bite.
“It is pretty amazing” Arisa replied, gulping down another helping. Even though she was more than twice the size of the other girl, Arisa was a much slower eater, almost dainty in her motions. Meanwhile Zahara was almost like a wild animal, desperately cramming food down her gullet as fast as possible; despite this though she made good conversation, peppering her sentences with the odd satisfactory belch.
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“Oooof! I am fuuuull” Zahara giggled drunkardly as she lay back in her chair. Her belly was protruding ever so slightly out of her clothes; a sliver of dark-chocolate-colored skin that marked a well enjoyed meal.
“Mmm, yeah me too” Arisa replied; she too had stuffed herself, but at a price.
“*URP* Is it just me, or is everyone leaving?” Zahara pointed out, gesturing to the girls rising from their seats and heading for the big double doors.
“Head has made her speech, you guys should get to your dorm rooms” an older, heavyweight, Chinese girl pointed out as she waddled near them.
“Wait....the head gave a speech, man I didn’t even notice did you?” Zahara muttered to Arisa as the big bronze girl shrugged.
“I don’t know, I was too busy enjoying the food” Arisa giggled, causing Zahara to join in.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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