Chapter #13Hannah and Mel do lunch by: Unknown After tending to piggy Pollock for more than an hour, Hannah was done with her second period. In Buttercombe's main schedule, it was the end of third period and that meant only one thing to Hannah: LUNCH. She clacked her stylish shoes through the halls of her school as fast as she could bustle her wispy thin body toward her dorm room, taking the stairs two at a time. If she was lucky, she'd catch her ponderous roommate in time to stuff her like a tick before the afternoon. Oh man the possibilities!!
Hannah reached room 238 in record time, practically floating on the impossible arousal of her blimping roommate. Throwing open the door she gazed sadly at an empty common room, disappointment filling her young heart: “Mel? Ya there?" Her query was answered by a rich belch that made Hannah nearly faint with excitement.
Striding into Mel's room, Hannah had to lean against the wall and breathe heavily to hold back her lust. Mel was sprawled out spread eagle on her groaning bed, hiccupping deliciously. Her massive, gorged gut sprawled high above the rest of her body, towering like a mountain. Hannah could only stutter: “M-Mel?”
Mel snapped out of her stupor and hoisted her head to rest gently against the back of her bed, Hannah’s slim visage only barely swimming into view over the peak of her stupendous stomach. She yawned deliciously and hiccupped: “HICCC Oh hey Hanners! How was classes...HICC...You wouldn’t BELIEVE what happened in cooking class today!” (Hannah had some distinct clue, but kept quiet just for the opportunity of staring at Mel “Well, first off...HICC...why didn’t I take this class earlier...HICCC...Flatterly is sooooo niceee...HICCC...and taught us how to cook lasagnas today...HICCC...only that Beth Taft, you know Beth right? She set hers on fire...HICC.” Hannah did indeed know Beth Taft. That loud and proud fatty was like a rather less ginormous and less belly-centric, brunette version of Mel, perhaps one of the few huge Buttercombe girls who did not get that way through Hannah’s careful mentorship. Hannah grinned quietly and let Mel continue: “HICC...well anyway, she got distracted with all the food...HICC...around her that she forgot about her own dish...HICC...not that I blame her of course...” Mel rubbed the top of her gut joyfully: “Well at the end of it, Flatterly tasted all of ours...HIC...and named the best official taster for term...HICC...And that happened to be ME...HICCC...So there I was with pans...HIC...and pans...URP...of rich lasagna, and Flatterly, in consolation...HIC...allowed Beth to share them with me...HIC...mmmmmm...”
Hannah couldn’t believe her ears: “Wait, so you ate half an class-worth of food? How did you not explode?”
Giggling, Mel belched: “URP...more like between half and 3/4...HIC...Beth can’t eat like me..hehehe...HIC...I saw her leave with some tiny little freshie named Kat...HIC” Here Mel gave her belly a few proud pats: “Don’t worry skinny...HIC...it was nothing I couldn’t handle...HIC...though all that food IS...HIC...weighing me down a bit...HIC” Mel let her hands slip off her gut happily.
Meanwhile, Hannah had bit her lip to the point of blood to contain her raging libido. Just staring at an engorged Mel was enough to soak her through, but hearing her tell of her gluttonous adventures very nearly put her over the edge. God, this had to continue. She didn’t care if she had to stuff Mel till she popped, this fatty needed to EAT. Hannah grinned wickedly and cocked an eyebrow: “W-well it seems like you had quite the morning, Mel...” Mel nodded happily “Sooooo....Lunch?”
Mel’s eyes widened at the thought and Hannah swore she saw a trace of fear, but Mel’s expression soon changed into a wide grin, and Hannah could see a glint of something in the enormous girl’s eye that she couldn’t quite place: “HICC...ya know, Hanners, you read my mind...HICC” she patted her blubbery and bloated belly eagerly, “I was just feelin’ peckish...HICC...now let me get this ol’ gut up...HIC...” With that, Mel rocked herself back and forth at least three or four times before hoisting her swollen body off her bed and waddled out of the room faster than Hannah thought possible, knocking into Hannah’s hip with her huge ass...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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