On the other side of the door was a girl that stood a bit shorter than Carami. She guessed that the girl was probably 10 cm shorter her, so that'd be around 165. It wasn't exact, but Carami was pretty confidant in her estimate.
On the other side of the door was a girl who stood about 10 cm shorter than me. That'd make her about 165 cm tall. It's not a perfect estimate, but I'm pretty confidant in it. I need to be able to tell clothing sizes after all. On that note, I'd say her vital stats are probably around... 118, 128, and 120 at probably somewhere around a E cup. That's the best I can do though. Mother and father could probably even figure out her inseam and shoulder width, but I can't do that yet.
I know she's not a client, but friends should know each other's sizes right? I'm 92.4, 68.7, and 99.3 at a FF cup. I know, kinda big for a maid. My mother keeps telling me I'll need to eventually slim down when I start working for real, and I agree. Lugging all this around while working gets tiring after a while.
Oh, I'm using the all the UK standards aren't I? I should probably get use to the US ones, That'd make her... 46, 50, and 47 at an F cup, and me 36, 27 and 39 at an H cup. She'd be 5'5" and I'd be 5'9".
Regardless, the girl in front of me was pretty big. I already knew she was the biggest girl in the freshmen class weighing at about 114kg, but seeing it in person was something else. Her entire figure was covered with a layer of soft, plush fat, and it didn't really seem to have a preference for where it went. Since she was wearing a white one-piece at the time, it kinda made her look like a marshmallow. I kinda wanted to hug her just to feel it, but I didn't. Best to make a good first impression. Besides that, she wore a pair of glasses and wore her long-ish brunette hair down. Her bangs were medium length, but that didn't stop them from resting slightly against her cheeks.
She looks pretty nervous, so I could guess she wasn't the most out going person, but I don't want to be assumptive, so I'll refrain from looking into her any further for now.
Anyway, I believe her name was...
"Alex Greese, right?" I smiled at her, making sure she's who I think she is. I'm pretty confidant about it though.
"Ah!" Me saying her name first surprised her. She tried regaining her composure the best she could before responding, "Yes, and you are...?"
"I'm Carami Marsh, your new roommate. It's a pleasure to meet you." I gave her a little bow afterwards out of habit. that probably wasn't a good idea though, because it flustered her a bit.
"Oh... oh! Okay, you too... uh... would you like to come in?"
"Hmm? do I need permission to enter my own room?" I tried messing with her a bit.
"Ah--" She seemed taken aback at first, but then broke into a chuckle. "Hehehe, I guess you're right."
It was my joke, but I started laughing a bit too. Good, she's not completely wound up.
I walked into the dorm and started taking a look around. It had changed a bit since I was last in here. The once bland, yellow walls were now covered in small little decorations. A plush toy here, a character pillow there. Seems like her interests are as fluffy as she is.
"Ah, I kinda went a bit overboard with decorating. Is all this okay? I can take some of it down if you don't like it or you have something you want to put up."
"No, it's fine," I reassured her, "I don't really have anything to put up." Besides, I actually really liked it. It was pretty cute all things considered.
She seemed relieved by my comment. Though, after a moment a worried expression flashed across her face, and she turned to me.
"Actually, now that I think about it, I wanted to ask you something."
"Hm, what is it?"
"Well... Do you know what's going on with our room?"
Ah, that. I had a feeling I knew what she was talking about. The rooms at Buttercomb weren't really rooms, they were actually more like a full apartments. Each student got their own room, and each pair of students had a near full-sized kitchen and bathroom. It was certainly bigger than any other high school dorm. We had all that, but the difference here was that a lot of it was bigger than it should have been. Our kitchen wasn't 'almost' full sized, it was full sized. Not only that, but the doors and halls were wider. Even the furniture was a bit bigger than it should have been, and on further inspection, they even seemed to be reinforced with steel frames. Anyone would think it was at least a bit odd.
I didn't though, because I'd already looked into it. Apparently, these rooms were meant for students with disabilities. The school's disability program, SSS, allowed students at higher disability tiers to have access to special rooms to accommodate their conditions. These rooms are typically provided for those at tier 3 or higher. The final piece of this puzzle was that the system counted excess body weight as a disability. Tier III was granted to any student over 35 on the BMI. Alex is 113 kilos at-- sorry, 250 lb at 5'5" which put her at... 41 on the BMI.
Alex was Tier III on SSS, that meant she got an upgraded room. apparently, no one told her this. Well, I should probably tell her. She's going to need to know sooner or later.
So, I took the next few minutes explaining all that. Afterwards, she looked even more worried than before for some reason.
"W-what!? I'm... I'm so fat that they think I have a- a disability..." She looked distraught, like I'd told her that her puppy died.
"What's wrong? Wouldn't having something like this help you?" Honestly, I think she should be happy about it. The school's accommodations mean that she could be comfortable even at her size.
"I guess, but I don't want to be this big! I... I guess it's just a bit of a shock. I know I'm big, but..." her words trailed off; though, she eventually spoke up again, "Just so I know, what else does it give me?"
"Well, you can use powered scooters, you don't have any cafeteria fees, and you get discounts on dorm delivery services."
When I told her what I'd read on the school's site, her face went pale. "Th-that's... I don't want any of that! I'm... I'm trying to..." She looked like she was about to cry.
I still couldn't understand what she was so worried about. I'm sure she gets hungry a lot, free food means she can satisfy herself. Why would anyone not want that?
But it was obvious that something here mattered to her a lot. She looked so pitiful, like a kitten in the rain. I wanted to help her, badly. I know I'm suppose to be here to broaden my horizons and not work as a maid, but the maid in me is shouting at me to help her.
So, I placed my hand on her head and started stroking it to calm her down. I don't know why, it's probably because she reminded me of a small animal, but it did seem to calm her down. Once she looked up at me, I said "Hey, if you tell me what's wrong I might be able to help."
Her eyes widened as she stammered, "Wh-why would you--"
"Because, what kind of mai-- uh, roommate would I be if I left you like this," I smiled at her.
"R-really? You'll help?"
"As much as I can."
"O-okay... well," She started, and from there she told me about her issue. Apparently, she didn't really feel comfortable with her current weight. It embarrassed her and made her feel insecure. The fact that the school apparently thought of it as a disability didn't help. She'd actually came to the school with the intention of loosing weight, but free meals, delivery, and a power scooter is going to have the opposite effect. "I just don't trust myself, you know? I already tried some of the food, and it was so good... I... I need some one to help me keep on my diet!" She declared at the end.
At that point, the two of us had taken a seat on the reinforced couch. I sat there, thinking the entire situation over. Honestly, I'm usually opposed to the kind of diets she's talking about. They require starving one's self of all their favorite foods as well as constant, demanding exercise. All this gets harder and harder the heavier you are, and she was already 250 lb. It'd be hell on her. But she's also clearly suffering from this already. If I just leave her alone, her self-loathing might get worse.
Hmm... what's the best option here...
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