Choking back the bile rising in her throat, Paul considered the idea, a way to get Jafit’s cooking away from her, at least hopefully until Paul could shed this unsightly wobbling gut. It would mean seeing this huge and very weird student more often, probably lounging around her dorm for most of an evening, but it was something the asocial Paul would have to deal with.
“A...Arisa” Paul started, trying to get the enormous girls attention. Arisa noticed mid chew, a large chunk of a waffle, drenched in syrup sticking out of her mouth as she looked Paul in the face. Gross! “How would you like to help me out? There will be some free food involved” Paul said with a forced grin as she watched the bronze-skinned behemoth gulp down the waffle like a seagull swallowing a whole fish.
“*gulp* I would love to help you!” Arisa squealed, pudgy elbows squeezing her body as she wriggled in place. “I love helping people! Especially my friends, I mean, I hope were friends. You have been sitting there and haven’t walked away yet, so you must like me right?” she said this very fast, it took Paul a moment to process exactly what Arisa had just said.
“Yeah....I guess so. Well, anyway. My roommate is a cooking student...” at the sound of Paul saying cooking, Arisa’s bright eyes somehow seemed to sparkle even more, “and she needs someone to taste test her food. But I can’t handle spicy food, so I wondered if you want to try it instead?” Was it mean to *dump* Jafit’s calorie-bomb dishes on Arisa like this? Nah, they couldn’t be that bad, Paul was just not used to the food, Arisa was a big girl, and she could take it.
“I would love to!” Arisa squealed, again, as she raised her flabby un-toned arms up towards the baroque ceiling. “I just know we are going to be BEST of friends now!” For someone weighed down with so much weight, Arisa seemed to have a lot of energy to spare.
“Right...here is my room number” at this Paul flicked out her ID and read it off, Arisa taking out a rather expensive looking phone and typed the number away. “Just turn up after class, it’s when she makes the most stuff”
“We should swap numbers too! Just in case I can’t find your dorm?” Arisa suggested, leaning forward with a keen grin on her face. On the inside, Paul sighed, she didn’t want this hyper girl texting her at random hours of the day, but she didn’t want her to get lost, that would scupper the whole plan. Reading the number off to the much larger student, Arisa began furiously typing, before Paul’s phone gave a buzz.
“I drop-texted you to make sure I got it right” Arisa explained as Paul stared at the message she had just received. It was a cluster of cat and smile emojis beginning the message of “Hi, this is Arisa xxx” followed by MORE grinning cutesy images, what had Paul gotten herself into?
As Arisa began to put her phone away, she took a double take at the time displayed on the front.
“Oh no! It’s only an hour and a half until class! Sorry, it’s been great talking to you, but I have to get there and make sure I am ready” then, rather than simply dump her food and run for class like a normal person, Arisa began wolfing down her food with an even more furious pace than before. There was something to admire in her ability to eat with the force of a whirlpool without getting so much as a crumb on her uniform. “*Ulp* Oh, excuse me” Arisa blushed, placing a hand daintily over her mouth as she finished. Arisa then began the process of heaving herself upright, her swollen form seemed to be severely taxing her uniform after such a massive meal, each button on her butter-yellow blazer looked like it was ready to pop, little diamonds of her white undershirt oozing slightly out of the gaps. She then began waddling over to Paul, her relatively short stature made her very un-imposing.
“Oh shit what is she doing” Paul internally screamed as she was suddenly enveloped by many hundreds of pounds of soft flab. Paul could barely tolerate affection like that from her sister, let alone from people she had just met; and wasn’t this hug going on for a bit too long, even for someone who normally would enjoy them?
Finally breaking her bear-hug, Arisa tottered backwards and waved goodbye, arm-fat jiggling incessantly before she turned on her heel and set off towards the main exit as fast as her stout legs could carry her, leaving Paul struggling for air.
Easing herself back into her seat, Paul let out a huge sigh, that whale was something strange all right. Wasn’t that hug the only moment that Arisa had NOT been using her mouth for something?
Resting her eyes a little, Paul slumped further back into her seat. Just a few minutes rest, then she would head back.
*Gurrrgle*
“Shit” Paul muttered, as her belly began to shake again.
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