The silence between the three Buttercombe belles was interrupted by a ceremoniously loud rumbling emanating from between them. Though its origin and purpose were ultimately lost on Aubrey (the poor little dear just didn’t get it), Hannah and Britney were very well-acquainted with this particular type of sound. Britney’s fat hands slowly moved towards her middle, cupping the softness of her stomach slightly with her sausage fingers as she looked unto her friend expectantly. Hannah could only bite her lip in response, an excited squeak going unnoticed by the token Newbee in the room.
“Hey Hannah,” Britney’s voice didn’t hold any motives hidden from Aubrey, but the soft twinkling in her eyes spoke volumes more than whatever words escaped her lips, “I’m feeling kinda hungry.”
It was all she had to say, after all. Though most would look at it in the reverse, it was actually Britney who had Hannah trained quite well. The monumental girl knew full and well that all it would take to get a free meal (one that made a significant dent in her hunger, anyway) was to just mention to her oldest friend that she may have been getting an eensy-weensy bit puckish—she was so easy. And it worked, a little too well if anything. Hannah’s top row of pearly whites bit deeper and deeper into her own bottom lip, her big blue eyes widening in knee-knocking anticipation.
“Well why didn’t you say so?!” Hannah nearly shouted as she ushered her friend to the couch, accelerating Britney’s slow waddle with a surprising amount of strength, “You just sit down and I’ll…mmmm… call in a pizza.” she purred the last half of the sentence after a distracted little moan, “You sit riiiiight there and keep little Aubrey company, ‘kay hot stuff?”
Britney smiled and stretched out her chubby palm, smacking Hannah across the ass, “Sure thing, sugartits.”
Aubrey giggled lightly at the exchange. She didn’t think that the two were an item, having seen similar exchanges between friends back home. It was actually kinda nice, knowing that the girls here were normal. She’d half expected to wind up in a school full of prudes!
The freshman exhaled softly as Hannah left the room, leaving her alone with beluga-babe Britney—who took up a very lot of the couch. A VERY lot of the couch. Each leg on this monstrous girl was at least as thick around as Aubrey was. They were chubby from bottom to top with hardly a muscle to them, her calf engulfing her ankles and stretching for some time up until hitting her thunderous thighs. Britney did not actually rest her arms on the flanks of the couch, rather she folded her arms in front of her across her belly (as best it would allow), her elbows falling in a light crook formed by her prodigious lovehandles. Her stomach was so large, in fact, that her legs had to be spread just to allow her to sit comfortably. It poured from her Buttercombe Athletics t-shirt, the pathetic garment hardly able to contain Britney’s bulging body. She turned to Aubrey and smiled, her round face expanding ever so slightly as she did so.
“What?” she asked with a laugh, “That? Oh no, we’re just friends. She WISHES she could afford to feed my fat ass. All the time, anyway.”
Aubrey laughed, “You mean you DON'T do this all the time?”
“Not often enough, trust me Hannah goes all out.” Britney said with a snort, “You’ll find out. We used to be roomies way back when but she got assigned somebody, I got assigned somebody, you know the biz. Or, you will anyway.”
Before Aubrey could continue her line of questioning, she saw her new and peculiar roommate bounce back into the living room—a big smile on her pretty face.
“Pizza’s comin’.” She said simply as she nestled herself right next to Behemoth Britney, “Said it’d be ready in thirty minutes, think you can wait that long?”
“Hey, I’m not the one who’s gonna have to put up with me going hungry for half an hour.” Britney answered innocently, “Fat wad of hostess you are.”
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