This choice: Arisa returns home late, and very very stuffed • Go Back...Chapter #11Arisa returns home late, and very very stuffed by: Darren100   Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Oooogh..."
The swollen Thai girl waddled down the Buttercombe hallway, pudgy hands gripping either side of her globular bronze gut as it swayed back and forth in a wide arc, groaning with the weight of all the food she had consumed in the company of the goth whale Cerys Porter. Arisa hadn't intended to eat so much, it had just happened. As Cerys brought back plate after plate of food, Arisa had done the same, unconsciously matching the ridiculous portions the blubbery blimp seemed to consume with ease. It hadn't been until many hours and plates later that Arisa had pigged out so much she could barely breath.
After hauling her swollen self upright and waving a lethargic good-bye to Cerys (who was still going strong), the tubby Thai girl had tottered out of the cafeteria, hefting the turgid mass of her gut through the wide hallways of Buttercombe, stopping to rest periodically at the handy chairs and benches the lined the walls every ten feet or so. It felt good to get the weight off her feet consistently, but getting the "ball" rolling again proved increasingly difficult every time.
Arisa hiccuped and her belly heaved dangerously. Gods, she was absolutely stuffed to the gills. Her hands could barely reach the apex of her over-filled gut, so she just rubbed her sides it great arcs, trying to find some room. There was no way should could keep on eating like this, she'd explode! The Thai girl had already arrived at the school on the higher end of the weight spectrum and she certainly had not intended to become even more of a heavyweight. But when she had been eating with Cerys, all those concerns had fallen out of her head and instead been replaced by a primal desire to eat more, to show off, to make her belly as tight as a drum. Deep down, even though Arisa may not have been fully aware of it, she loved the feeling of her belly filled to the point of aching. Still, rationality reared its ugly head...
"Huooorp! 'scuse me. Goodness, I'm really going to have to pay attention to what I eat from now on."
Another ten minutes of glacial waddling later, Arisa arrived at her room door, practically pushing it open with her belly as she staggered inside. Marissa was sitting on one of the couches, unpacking a small bag. The slimmer by comparison blonde turned as her roommate entered, her eyes going wide as she saw the blubbery bronze belly straining the buttons of a uniform that she was certain was going to become too small all too soon.
"Holy... looks like you went all out there."
Arisa nodded dozily, it seemed all the food was starting to make her a little calorie-drunk. Her thick digits continued to press and massage the sides of her gut, which gurgled ominously.
"It was just a *hic!* few plates. You should have seen Cerys, she- *hurp* she was an eating machine."
Marissa was entirely sure that she did not want to have seen Cerys the hippo goth inhaling food like a vacuum, but felt it best to keep it to herself. She watched Arisa toddle toward her room, wondering briefly if the Thai girl's belly had swollen so big it would force her to turn sideways. Before the blonde girl could find out, however, Arisa stopped beside the coffee table next to the couch. A basket of chocolates sat on the table, full to the brim with delicious cocoa goodness.
And, inexplicably, Arisa belly growled with hunger.
"Oof, maybe just a couple."
Marissa stared, absolutely stunned, as Arisa picked up the entire basket and waddled into her room, just barely squeezing through the door and closing it behind her. She shook her head and returned to her unpacking, making a mental note to keep and eye on Arisa before anything got out of hand.
Inside her room, Arisa fell heavily onto her bed, the reinforced metal groaning despite its strength. The bloated bronze girl leaned back onto her bed, balancing the basket on her rotund tummy and began to scarf down every last chocolate treat. She had no idea where her second wind had come from, but in her calorie-dazed mind, she didn't really care. All that mattered was her tasty treats - not her weight, not the groaning of her bed or the straining of her buttons. She didn't really notice as the bottom most one burst off her at spectacular speed as the last chocolate passed her plump lips.
Arisa groaned and closed her eyes, flopping back, spread-eagle on her creaking bed, her overfed belly rising high into the sky. Her side rippled as her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a text from Cerys.
Great eating with you, Ris. You put away quite a bit of food! Not as much as me, of course, but give yourself time. Can't wait for the next meal! 
She'd even signed it with a pig emoji.
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