This choice: Hunter makes herself at home—welcome basket, TV, this is the life! • Go Back...Chapter #6Just sit back and relax, Miss Black by: hedkrakka   Hunter cooed with delight as she bit into her chocolate cupcake. "Oh my god, those are even better then I remembered!"
Taking a moment to drop her suitcase on her bed, Hunter grabbed her basket and took it to the sitting area. She placed it on the side table, and took off her hoodie, throwing it over a nearby chair. A little comfier, the raven haired teen plopped down on the couch and grabbed the absolutely monstrous remote.
"This thing has more buttons then my laptop. I feel like I could hack the Pentagon with this thing."
It took her a moment, but pretty soon she had the TV humming along nicely. Hunter knew she should probably put her stuff away, but with her room mate currently MIA, she had the place all to herself, and she wasn't sure when she'd have such an opportunity again. Finding one of her favorite movies on the tube, Hunter leaned back and started digging into her epic stash of goodies.
The first thing she found was another of those triple-chocolate, fudge-stuffed cupcakes. A few large bites saw the delectable morsel disappear into her small belly. Seeing her well-endowed bust had caught a number of crumbs, Hunter took a moment to pick them off and eat them, trying to avoid staining her shirt.
Next was a trio of the cinnamon encrusted apple pies. The innards were sweet and creamy, the pastry beautifully flaky, and the sugar on the outside had been toasted to form a light, crispy shell. Honestly, they were simply divine. Hunter had originally planned only on eating one, but they'd simply been way too good.
A box of strawberry champagne mini-muffins was next to go, and even with her advanced vocabulary, Hunter felt she lacked sufficient words to describe them. Light, airy, delicious beyond words. Then again, she'd always had a weakness for strawberries.
Hunter had nearly finished a bag of honey buns when she heard the door opening. Looking towards the entrance, she saw the clock and realized she'd been snacking for a little over an hour. Feeling a mite sheepish at losing track of time like that, she quickly licked the sticky goodness off her fingers as her room mate for the year came in. Though generally not the most confident girl in the world, Hunter tried hard to be polite. "Hi, I'm Hunter Black! I'm guessing you're my roomie for the year?"
The new girl smiled, showing off her braces as she answered. "Yep, that's me! Amber Smythe."
Hunter looked over the new girl as they shook hands. She was a tall, leggy blonde, with piercing green eyes and more freckles then you could shake a stick at. If Hunter had to guess, Amber was about 5'7" or 5'8". Her long hair ran straight to the middle of her back, and was currently tied in a ponytail. Unlike the other members of Buttercombe that Hunter had seen, Amber was built like a twig, and since any curves she might develop hadn't come in yet, she wound up looking very lanky and awkward.
Amber, meanwhile, couldn't stop staring at Hunter's tits. The olive skinned girl had opened the top buttons of her shirt, and Amber found herself staring down into a massive valley of cleavage. Even the random crumbs on her bosom couldn't detract from the impressiveness of her well-endowed roomie's udders, and Amber felt a pang of inadequacy as she compared herself to the short, young woman.
Hunter, meanwhile, was unaware of the thoughts currently going through her new room mate's head. The two girls promptly got to talking- where they were from, what they were excited about, etc. Amber came from California. Her Dad was a lawyer and her Mom was a lab tech with Yeng's west coast branch, and between the two managed to get their daughter a spot at Buttercombe academy.
Amber seemed a very down to earth girl, much to Hunter's relief. She'd been worried she was going to wind up with a spoiled, preppy brat. "Or an angry, verbally abusive land-whale," she thought, thinking back to the tubs of lard riding the elevator upon her arrival.
Amber, having just dropped her suit case in her room, came back with her own welcome basket. "Jesus, this thing is huge! Was yours this big?"
"Oh yeah. They definitely don't skimp on the portions." Hunter looked over to her basket, a little taken aback by just how massive a dent she'd put into it.
"I'm starting to see why there's so many big girls on this campus," Amber said as she dug through her basket. "Hey, do you want any? There's no way I can eat all of this. Help yourself to whatever you want."
Hunter was initially going to say no, but as she looked over at Amber's stash, she noticed that her welcome gift had several treats that hers didn't. Nanaimo bars, powdered doughnuts, coconut squares covered in chocolate, and many, many more.
She really couldn't stop herself from reaching for a sample. "Well, maybe just one or two..."
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"One or two" had quickly become three-quarters of Amber's basket.
Realizing too late what she'd done, Hunter apologized profusely. If Amber had been offended by her room mate's show of gluttony, she certainly hid it well, insisting that she didn't need to apologize. After all, she argued, she'd offered it freely.
One and three-quarters of a monster amount of treats like that was a lot for anyone, and Hunter found herself with a stomach ache afterwards.
"Well, no wonder," she thought. "That's way too much junk food."
"Hey, Amber, could you excuse me for a minute? I got to see if they have some pepto or something in this joint."
"Sure thing. They said there'll be a few items in each person's medicine cabinet in their bathroom. Just don't take too long; we got to get to the Freshmen welcoming ceremony."
Hunter mentally kicked herself for forgetting that. Seeing the clock, she saw they had 20 minutes to get there. "K, I'll be quick."
Hunter went into her bathroom and opened the cabinet. There wasn't much inside. A box of band-aids, a carton of Q-tips, and a couple small bottles, each with only one or two pills in them. The note on the back of the cabinet read, Please speak to our staff regarding any special requirements you may have.
Hunter picked up and looked at each of the bottles. "Acetaminophen. Ibuprofen. Hydrogen peroxide. Oh, wait, what's this?"
The latest bottle she picked up said Yeng Brand Stomach Aid: Extra Strength Formula.
"Oh, thank God," Hunter thought as she opened the jar. She was a little surprised that this one was full to the brim, whereas most of the others were nearly empty. This mystery would have to wait, as she swallowed one of the tabs with a mouthful of water from the sink. Within a couple minutes, the busty teen was already feeling a little better.
"Hunter, let's go! We're going to be late!"
Amber's shout spurred the youngest Black into motion. "Coming!" she said as she left the bathroom as quickly as she could.
Had she more time, Hunter might have read the full description on the bottle:
Yeng Brand Stomach Aid: Extra Strength Formula
For those REALLY BIG meals!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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