Amber opened the door to reveal another student—albeit one much older and significantly more round than she was.
As if all this supposition about size and appetites had summoned her, the girl at the door was astonishingly big. Built like a barrel and already testing the capacity of her new uniform, Amber could see that girl's belly hung so low that she'd tucked it underneath her long pleated skirt. She leaned her weight against a trolley, its three rows stacked efficiently with cardboard boxes and most of them opened.
"Hi! Room 123?" the belly-heavy girl blocking their doorway asked in a breathy sort of voice, "Black and Hadley?"
"Y...yeah?" Amber opened the door a little bit further, allowing more of her gigantic guest's frame to come into view, "I'm Amber Hadley."
"Great, I've got your uniforms for you right here." the older girl smiled, her thick face folding into deep dimples, "Here, lemme just..."
Bending over was a struggle for the older girl. Heavy grunts of exertion followed a slow descent downwards, her belly rolls folding in on each other obstructively. The poor girl's whole body seemed to quiver in disdain of such a minor activity, with her round face growing pig pink and her pillowy arms jiggling. Finally she came to a box at the bottom row, rummaged through with the distinct sound of crinkling plastic, before coming up for air.
"Phew!" she panted, her forehead coated in a thin film of sweat, "Y'all just had to be on the bottom, didn't ya?"
"Yeah, sorry to make you..." Amber smiled awkwardly as she searched for the right words to describe what she'd just witnessed, "...bend over so hard."
"It's alright. Lots of rooms to hit, might as well get used to it." the older girl said with an appreciative chuckle that rippled throughout her face, lifting one meaty arm to wipe at her forehead, "If they don't fit right, you can take them to Mrs. Banks in the Vandergriff building."
Amber was given two sets of uniforms wrapped tightly in plastic wrapping and went inside. Each set had the basic essentials that made up the Buttercombe Academy uniform. An ugly yellow blazer, a blouse with a small bee emblazoned on it, a dumb little tie, an ugly yellow plaid skirt, some knee socks, and clunky black mary janes. Amber had opted for a little more customization, so her package also included a gray sweater vest that she could wear in lieu of the jacket. And Hunter's...
"Oh boy..." Amber snorted, examining Hunter's uniform, "This is gonna be fun in the morning."
***
Hunter hadn't slept well. It was her first night at home, away from her mom, away from Daven's Port, and in a weird new school after eating what felt like her body weight in dinner last night. It was normal to be a little restless. So she was already off to a bad start.
You can imagine how that only got worse when she tumbled out of bed, her belly still squelching from last night's epic feat of gastronomy and her short black hair a mess, only to find Amber not only wide awake and first-day-ready but also clutching something behind her back and looking like the cat that ate the canary.
"Mornin'." Hunter grumbled, rubbing her eyes and smacking her lips, "You look happy."
"Yeah, that's becaaaaaause your uniform came!" Amber giggled past her roommate's question, her arms coming around the front, "Now it's gonna wear a little big..."
Hunter's eyes almost popped out of their head when she saw the sheer size of the blouse they expected her to wear! It was huge, closer to something you'd drape over your armchair than something you'd ever guess a girl like Hunter would wear. Even with her stupid chest, Hunter would practically be swimming in that thing! She could have used it as a beach towel!
"Oh my god." Hunter groaned, running an open palm over her face in embarrassment, "Tell me that's not my uniform and this is one of those weird prep school pranks?"
"Yeah, I didn't think you'd be as excited about it as I was." Amber giggled, turning it over to Hunter so that she could see and feel for herself just how enormous this thing was, "It's yours though, they brought them last night."
"This is just great..." Hunter groaned and made a face as she held the uniform out to its full spread, "I can't wear this!"
"Well, if you keep up like you did night..." Amber teased, thinking back to Hunter's debut at dinnertime, "You might just grow into it!"
"Ha ha." Hunter said flatly with a sensitive arm over her still-distended stomach, "Very funny."
The blazer, skirt, and even the shoes were no better. It was like they'd seen her pig out last night and planned for the future. Hunter couldn't wear this if she gained a hundred pounds! This was clearly a mix-up, and it couldn't have come at a worse time. It was the first day of her new life at this stupid school, and they'd already made it so that she couldn't go to class!
"The girl delivering these told me that you can get it tailored at the Vandergriff." Amber offered helpfully as she grabbed her backpack, "I'm gonna go grab breakfast in the cafeteria... you want to come with?"
"I can't." Hunter grunted, "Didn't you read the rulebook? If I go in without my uniform during school hours, I'll get a demerit..."
"So get a demerit." Amber snorted, "Once you explain, I'm sure it'll be okay."
"But... my uniform..." Hunter's stomach thundered in agony, still struggling to cope with her last visit to the cafeteria, "And my stomach..."
"You can always go to the tailor after classes." Amber suggested with a shrug—her small frame showing that even her uniform as a bit oversized, "I don't think it's smart to miss breakfast or your first day. Your call, though..."
Hunter looked to her roommate, then back to her uniform. What was she going to do?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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