Camela Menica awoke smiling from her quite pleasurable slumber. How could the teenager not sleep like a queen knowing she “earned” the prime position she’d worked her way towards?
Having come from a rougher neighborhood than most Buttercombe girls, Camela knew to get anywhere in Buttercombe you had to live más! Even before her Buttercombe years, she learned from experiencing life the hard way that if you wanted to get things done you had to be a bit demanding and willing to break some rules! And also, unlike what she imagined about most of the girls here, she hadn’t come from a wealthy or powerful family, no her own family was far from privileged, and that meant Camela had to promptly learn how to take advantage of all the school offered, and them some! Lunch passes, snack machine discounts, special perks for offering to be an R.A, the school was giving opportunities away, and Camela being woman of action was all too willing to take and take and take anything that was being given out! In her hunger for perks and opportunities to rise up the ranks, she’d gotten power hungry! It was sometime during her Sophomore year though all those opportunities and responsibilities, and perks, well they started to just go a bit to her head…and her stomach…oh and especially her ass!
As Camela dressed in front of her room’s mirror she still had to marvel every time her reflection showed how chunky her tanned chocolate colored chulo had gotten! Now a senior at the school the latina’s body was now inescapable of being described as anything other than large, or grande or gorda by her family, and yet her ass was still proportionally just plain bigger than the rest of her. Not that she minded at all, hell it made sitting all the more plush and pleasurable. In fact she really didn’t dislike anything about her swollen size, if anything it only meant the on rush of more and more perks for her. No cafeteria fees AND dorm deliver thanks to the SSS, with the promise of more to come now that she’d reached tier IV!
Her new size also seemed to gift her with an unanticipated bonus… intimidation. Any skinny freshman who was going to give Camela (or Ms. Menica if she was feeling particularly bossy that day) would think twice before getting into an argument with a woman who weighed three times what she did. Camela’s supreme size, unconsciously or not, frightened quite a few annoying students back into following rules Camela’s rules. Yes, all in all Camela had “earned” the good life; a senior, SSS privileges, the special R.A’s room to herself, and a butt load of New-bee’s she could boss around! She knew though she couldn’t relax just yet, not before letting this year’s floor know that their R.A was large and in charge here! Take for instance what she was doing now…
Each semester a complimentary welcome basket was left in all rooms for each girl attending Buttercombe, complete with complimentary chocolate muffin. Now fully dressed, Camela quickly snatched each and every muffin from each and every gift basket. You wanted to be large and in charge you have to earn it, just like she did, no matter how many other students and co-eds she had to step on to get there, when Camela wanted something she did anything it took to get what she wanted. Anything. Plus, rewarding any newbie that wanted to get on Camela’s good side with a chocolate muffin would be icing on the cake. Wolfing down three of the chocolate chipped calorie laden delights as a prelude to breakfast, Camela went and washed up in her bathroom. On her way she noticed there was some mail she hadn’t read yet, probably more about that SSS perks and changes they were making this year, she’d definitely look into those later. Más prima!
Camela could hear high pitched voices, and footsteps now, knowing these same voices would be begging to do favors for her days from now, and the matching footsteps would be hurriedly carrying out anything she asked them to do or face her wrath. One last time she checked the mirror making sure she looked flawless, that her entire appearance was spot on and exuded power, so every Freshman, Sophomore, Junior or even other Seniors that were living on her floor, would all quickly come to know that she was Camela Menica and she had the power here.
Leaving her room Camela took her first look at the students of her floor as they came flooding in, Camela could see…
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