This choice: "Cer! Over here!" Whew! Ember's spotted her and waving her over! • Go Back...Chapter #10The Plump Proportioned Punk by: Trampltrum   Sitting at one of the tables was one of Cerys’ best friends, filling the hall with a scraping noise from the chair legs as she rose from her seat.
“Oh my god girl, how are you?” The blonde punk asked warmly as she strutted over to the goth, her thick legs virtually rolling around each other, her spiked high-heels click-clacking on the laminated wooden floor as she sauntered over, with her arms outstretched to embrace her friend.
Cerys found herself buried in a squishy embrace as Ember’s bulbous belly partially wrapped around the skinny goth girl, thick arms clenching her torso in place.
“Ooof! Good to see you to.” Cerys replied before being released from the hug. The lanky goth then gave her friend a once-over. Ember was wearing a set of multi-strapped boots with a high-heel base that went all the way up to her knees; from there mesh took over, wrapping around Ember’s signature gargantuan thighs until it disappeared under a short frilly black skirt that was held up by multiple belts. Her top looked like a biker jacket that had been left open around her waist, revealing a white top with various anarchy symbols all over it that had been stretched to cover her multi-rolled gut. Her flabby and heavily tattooed arms were bare, save for a spiked bracelet on both wrists, and ended with black taloned nails.
“I know right! It’s been too long, you so need to get a video-cam or something! I missed seeing your sweet and sour face.” At this Ember gave a faux pout and placed her hands on her hips.
The goth agreed, it had been a long time…in fact. “You are…looking good.” Cerys commented, noting a certain change in her friend.
“I better! Put on thirty pounds over the summer break.” Ember explained, patting her stomach for emphasis before adding, “Thanks for noticing…” before giving a sly wink. Ember was not intentionally trying to put on weight (Or at least not to Cerys’ knowledge) but she was not trying to lose it either. The plump punk thought that anyone and anything could be beautiful, and in her own case she saw any excess lard that decorated her body as beautiful accessories that enhanced her look (This was convenient as it fitted in with her rampant gluttony very well…), so any extra pounds she happened to gain just made her look even more gorgeous in her eyes.
As Ember was about to turn towards her seat a loud gurgle cut across the pair, causing the punk to chuckle to herself.
“Hold down the fort for a moment hun, gotta feed the beast.” Ember remarked, thumbing over towards her seat and slapping her belly with a dull thud before moving in the direction of the buffet table, squishing the flabby body between fellow students as she raised her hands and moved like an elegant exotic dancer. “Move it girls! Fat chick comin’ through!” Ember yelled as she slid up to the self-service section and began to load up.
Cerys laughed to herself, “Oh Ember, never change.” Walking over to the seat, Cerys avoided the imminent mess that greeted her. Ember was not a one hundred percent dainty eater. Occasionally splashes of sauce or morsels of chicken would tumble down her obese body and land on her table or the floor.
As the goth finally managed to find a clean seat, she began to look around to see if there was anyone else she recognized. Cerys was more an observer than a friend maker, so the faces she saw were more ones that she had seen across campus, but never engaged in conversation; like the humongous hippo Rachel Elvers, or the bratty bitch Grace Sawyer.
Suddenly Cerys was broken from her concentration by the clatter of a heavy tray hitting the table. “Ah! Looks like a good haul!” Ember remarked as she squished her bodacious backside back into a chair.
It certainly was. Ember had acquired meats, pastries, desserts, pastas; it was a smorgasbord of delights, and without wasting a second, Ember dug in. The sound of Ember chewing and chomping was only out-done by her almost orgasmic cooing. She was a being of tastes and sensations; so devouring delicious food was the ultimate expression of her love of excess to the girthy girl.
Ember didn’t even slow down as the head-teacher Ms Polluck took to the stage, greeting the new freshmen (How WAS that Alice girl getting on? Cerys thought), introducing the new teachers and informing the school that a Special Students Services system was now in place to help those who needed it.
“*UUUUUURRRRP!* Oh that was good.” Ember mumbled breathlessly. Thankfully her raucous outburst had happened right after Ms Polluck had finished her speech and long departed for her office. With a free hand, Ember began fiddling away under her belly over-hang; to any outside viewer she could easily have been mistaken for engaging in a pretty lewd activity in public, but the reality was more harmless and…Ember-ish than that.
“AH!” The punk exasperated as her belly lurched out to its full stuffed size. The zipper of Ember’s biker top had been fully undone, her white top had risen up her milky-white expanse and her belts were all off their hooks.
“Geez…it’s unreal how much you can eat…” Cerys remarked as she leaned over to look at the near-white sphere in front of her eyes.
“*Urp* Just years of practice…” Ember shrugged off before adding, “You should try it some time, it is SO much fun to just…give in and ignore societies demands for you to be skinny.”
“You know I can’t do that.” Cerys pointed out. “With my mom’s genes I would outweigh you in a week.”
“And? You would look totally hot with a double chin.” Ember tried to compliment; “I would be totally envious though, could never grow one myself, my body just thinks everything I eat should stick to my hips like glue.”
“Thanks…I guess…” Cerys replied as she raised an eyebrow. Ember had always been odd, even by the goths standards.
“Come ooooon, one day of indulging, I guarantee you will not regret it.” The blonde pleaded, her heavily shadowed eyes fluttering in an over-the-top fashion.
“No, I told you, I am not going to turn into my mom…” Cerys struck back.
Ember seemed a little miffed by this rebuff and turned slightly serious for once. “You will not just magically turn into your mom if you just ate some good food for once…”
“No but I would spiral out of control until I did; I have seen the old photos when she was thin and my age…now look at her! Over six hundred pounds and spends her days lounging at home watching soaps…I don’t want that to be my life.” Cerys waved her arms as if some magical image of her mom was projected next to her.
“No lie, that sounds kinda hot.” Ember chuckled.
“Don’t…don’t start lusting over my mom…please…” Cerys huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose between thumb and black-nailed fore-finger.
“Anyway, who says you would be stuck watching soups if you got that big? Plenty of things I plan to do if or when I hit that size.” Ember remarked, as if promising to one day weigh the same as a prize pig was something normal to her.
“Can we just…drop this…the conversation is going to some weird places.” The gothic girl remarked, finding the topic of her becoming like her mom uncomfortable.
“Sorry, I got a little over-zealous there.” Ember apologized, before a familiar noise cut across them. “Uh haha, mind if I go get a re-fill?”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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