This choice: What If?: They go down to meet the largest locals Buttercombe can offer! • Go Back... "Wow, there certainly are alot of people here..." Arisa muttered to her new friend as the pair shuffled in line, grabbing food and placing it on their trays.
"It only looks that way because they are so FAT" Marissa thought to herself, glancing at her new companion though made her keep that thought to herself. Arisa was the only fat friend she had ever made, and she seemed really funny and cool, last thing she wanted to do now was get in a tiff with someone she had to spend a whole year with anyway.
As the pair made their way along, Arisa grabbed almost everything she could get her chubby hands on, piling her tray higher and higher with every delicious food she could recognize, and some she didn't, her recent good fortune put her in a good enough mood that she wanted to try new things. As they ended the line, Marissa looked at the tower Arisa had built for herself, geez it was alot. But unknown to her, Marissa had picked up quite a substantial amount herself, the sheer size of Arisa's takings had caused her to tell herself that what she had wasn't that bad.
"So Ris, where do you want to sit?"
"Uuuuh" Arisa glanced around, there didn't seem to be alot of spaces left. Oh! Wait, there was a girl at the back sitting on her own, she should surely want company right? "That one, the girl dressed in black"
"Umm, Arisa, she kinda looks like a goth..." the stunning blonde tried to point out her concerns to Arisa, but the comment through right over the tubby girl's head. Waddling over she set her tray down in front of the loner, causing her to jump.
"Hi! I'm Arisa, this is Marissa! We're new here!" she said, introducing herself as Marissa followed in her wake, "What's your name?"
"Um...Cerys Porter" the girl replied slowly, removing her head from her palm. Her voice was like a cross between a Valley-Girl drawl and a growling wolf. Arisa looked Cerys up and down, she had never seen anyone like her before, well she had spent most of her days at middle school with her nose buried in a book.
Cerys was dressed in almost all black, save for some vibrant-eyesight assaulting pink patches. She wore a simple black t-shirt with a band name on it written in bloody letters (the name of which Arisa would never have got in a million years). Below that were some thick sweat-pants that led towards a pair of metal-buckle-covered black boots with some pink trimming. Back up top, the goth’s hair was long and black like Arisa's, but with an odd sheen to it that meant it was possibly dyed that way. Her lips were pitch-black, along with her long claw-like nails and some spiky makeup around her eyes, but the most striking part about her was just how BIG she was!
Now, getting up and looking in her floor-length mirror every morning meant Arisa was used to a certain level of big in her life. Especially since she had been the heaviest person in attendance all through her years at middle school, so she knew what overweight looked like, and this girl was that and more!
Arisa watched, counting three chins swaddling this girl’s neck as she chewed her way through an entire hamburger like it was merely a morsel. Her spherical cheeks bulging larger, before shrinking a little as she swallowed. With her mouth empty, the goth’s massive ham-like arms reached forward to snatch more from the table, arranged with many plates and positioned within perfect grabbing distance as chubby sausage fingers wrapped around them. As she leaned in, beachball-sized breasts lurched forward and hit the table with a slap, her t-shirt straining with the load and exposing a generous amount of cleavage as she grabbed another handful.
Once back in a semi-reclined position, the two girls could see that these breasts, huge as they were, became dwarfed by the colossal stomach they rested upon. It was a truly monumental thing, only covered by a slither of the tortured shirt at the top, and below the very bottom of this monstrous belly found itself tucked into the dark sweatpants. Speaking of which, those garments must be in multiple X’s size and yet still they looked like they were just barely capable of holding their owner. Cerys’ legs were like huge bags of cookie dough; soft, thick and very squishy.
“So… can we sit?” Arisa asked, giving her best beaming smile. “I… uh think we have things in common… I like food as well!”
Marissa bit her lip, stopping herself from remarking how obvious that was. However, Arisa’s comment did seem to stir something in the gargantuan girl.
“Ooo!” The humongous hippo exclaimed, clapping her hands together and causing her billowing bingo wings to sway like mad. “Are you a foodie too!” She asked, black-painted lips grinning.
“Foodie?” Arisa replied.
“You know, someone who loooooves food! Like totally lives for it!” Despite looking like she had eaten an entire banquet all to herself, Cerys looked like she was making herself hungry. “As you might be able to tell, I like my food.” She added with a wink, slapping her gargantuan belly, causing ripples to extend across its surface like a lake.
“I guess, maybe I am…?” The tubby Thai teen replied, not wanting to lose face in front of a possible friend.
“Great!” The goth seemed thrilled. “I have a bunch of friends who are totally like us. You should meet them some time!”
More friends? This day could not have gone better for Arisa!
The whale-like teen then turned to the so-far silent member of the group. “What about you? Marissa was it.”
“Uuuuh…” Marissa was conflicted. She didn’t want to be seen anywhere near a goth, let alone one as obese as this. But at the same time she couldn’t just abandon her friend and roommate…
“Hey, don’t sweat it if you’re unsure.” Cerys then added, hand-waving the offer around. “I’ll just give you guys my room number and you can pop in whenever.”
As the trio swapped numbers, and finished off their food, the rest of the room grew silent as a large woman dressed in a yellow jacket and matching skirt waddled her way up to a podium and cleared her throat into a mic.
“Oh, that’s the head-teacher. She gives a speech every new term.” Cerys explained in a hushed tone.
"Welcome one and all to Buttercombe Academy for girls! I am Headmistress Polluck and it is my delight to see you all here.."
"She gives the same schpeel every year" Cerys muttered as Ms. Polluck went on about determination, hard work and studies.
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"....and with that. Thank you!" Ms Polluck had ended her speech with a round of applause from teachers and students, as she made her way down from the podium and out a backdoor. At this sign, all the girls seemed to rustle around to either get to the doorways or make good on the ceremony-dinner before they were booted out.
Stuffing one last blueberry muffin into her mouth, Arisa heaved herself up, her belly becoming quite the heavy counterbalance, and turned to her new friend. “We’re going back to our dorm rooms, you wanna come?”
“Weeell don’t wanna be rude… but they only serve food this good once a year. And I would hate to miss out…” Cerys pondered, black nail tapping her uppermost chin.
“We could stay a little longer…?” Arisa proposed, looking up to her roommate.
“You can.” Marissa suggested. “But I need to finish unpacking, see you when you’re done!” Marissa then jumped as Arisa’s rotund form enveloped her in a big hug.
“See you later then!” She called out, breaking the embrace and letting her blonde friend be on her way.
“Well, her loss…” Cerys remarked with a shrug of her meaty shoulders. “Now *URP* let’s start with some of those key lime pies over there…” With this, Cerys stood up from her bench seat. There was a groan as the metal returned to it's original shape, and a second from the heavyweight goth as she rose to her full height.
She was a little taller than Marissa, but none of that made her appear any less fat. In fact Arisa was almost sure Cerys was actually wider than she was tall. Would it be rude to ask? Regardless, Cerys was busy gathering momentum and heading for the buffet. Her great gut parted the crowd of fat (but still smaller) girls like Moses parting the red sea.
"*URP* Otta my way! Big momma's hungry..." The goth chortled, simply resting her belly on the table and grabbing things left and right.
This wasn't actually uncommon though. Plenty of other girls around Cerys' weight limit were doing the same. Well if this is what it took to be popular... Arisa better learn how to swim.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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