A large SUV parked close to the school's entrance, and leaned on a side when large girl came out of it. Said girl was fat, really fat, with two large and puffy cheeks on her childlike face and a double chin that rested on her large bosom. She had her brown hair tied into locks that fell on her soft shoulders. Her whole body was round like a giant walking marshmallow but the most noticeable thing were her huge breasts, each the size of her head, that rested on her round belly. Every movement was followed by the quivering of her entire body.
In spite of her large size, she was wearing a trendy and cute pink and black striped t-shirt with frills, which couldn't cover her wide cleavage, a trendy jacket that made her appear even rounder and a skirt in pendant with the shirt. All of this clothes were signed with the mark "Carlyle", a small and new fashion house that was quite popular among plus-sized girls like Rose.
"Here's the bag, Rosey" said a gangling man with a brushy mustache.
"Thanks daddy" said the fat girl kissing her father on the cheek before grabbing her trolley.
"Have a nice school year" said her mother from inside the car "we'll see this winter". Her mother was basically an older Rose... that was more than two houndred pounds slimmer.
"Sure mommy! Bye bye!" Said the brunette she waved her plump hand as the car left.
With a big smile, Rose turned to see the large building behind her. One where she had spent the previous two years, and where she had many many meals, as her body can attest to.
Next to her there was a fat black girl who had just arrived at school. Rosie knew her, she was in the same class after all.
"Hello, Tania" said the fat brunette.
However, the other girl didn't greet back and moved backward. Rose tried to get close, but then Tania turned on her heels and ran 1err... waddled away as if she had seen a ghost.
Rose sighed as she pulled her trolley to school. She was one of the fattest girls of her year, she was already fatter than the majority of graduating students and only a selected few juniors could rival her.
Still, Rose didn't mind all the extra weight she put on during these two years. She thought she looked cute, could still find fashionable clothes and could eat anything she wanted without care, unlike, how her friends said, those "thin girls obsessed with diets". It didn't help that said friends encouraged Rose's fat positive view. Heck, even the school seemed to support her, not only it provided her all the adjustment for a girl of her size, but she got some special and delicious bars that only few other girls received.
Of course, being that fat had its downsides, like getting tired out after a few steps or getting stuck on the desks, but couldn't outweight the pros for the top-heavy girl.
While she waddled, she saw some other girls, and guessed they were all juniors or at least sophomore since they stopped chatting the moment they noticed the buxom brunette. Rose sighed and ignored them.
Rose was a girl as sweet as her appearance and really wanted to make friends. Unfortunately, her first year at Buttercombe she roomed with a certain Violet Sullivan and quickly became friends with her, followed by Violet's close friend (and right hand woman) Sakura Toshima. Rose was happy to have made immediately two new friends, unfortunately, these were the only one she made.
The reason is simple, Violet and Sakura were two big mean girls who liked picking on the weak ones and, since Rose had gotten involved with them, everyone feared her even if she couldn't hurt a fly. Still, Rose didn't want to lose Violet and Sakura, they were really nice to her, but would've liked the possibility of making new friends. After all, friends are like chips, the more you get, the better.
Two years have already passed, that was half of her time as student, and still had two years ahead waiting for her but now the girl was resoluted to make new friends. Many new friends. Maybe she could find some friends who got along with Violet and Sakura, that would've been a dream.
However, the first thing she needed was to catch her breath on a bench. All these steps were tiring for the obese brunette, her new dorm could wait.
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