This choice: With full reign of her SSS perks, Cerys grows to purely piggish proportions! • Go Back... While everything seemed to be getting back to normal with Cerys back in her dorm room again, the onset of exam period began to loom overhead.
Arisa wanted to hang out with her friends after class all the time, but has Anna had dutifully pointed out, studies had to come first; or else they would not have a academy to come back to.
So Arisa and Anna saw Marissa and Cerys face-to-face less and less as teachers began switching from homework and standard classes to revision. Not that they lost all contact with each other though. Cerys and Arisa texted each other into the wee hours of the night, and Marissa shared plenty of classes with the other sophomores.
But still, Arisa was feeling rather lonely without her Risters.
“C’mon Anna!” Arisa pleaded from the couch, “We can take revision books with us”. The big bronze blob was trying to convince Anna that her going to see Marissa and Cerys was still going to be an educational affair. Anna had been acting as a kind of auxiliary teacher to Arisa, in that she kept Arisa in line and made sure she studied and didn’t waddle off to see her friends.
“I know what your friends are like, you will just spend the evening watching some trashy film half an hour in” Anna flatly stated whilst trying to cross her arms; instead settling for putting her doughy limbs under her mammoth chest.
“We won’t, seriously, besides Marissa is probably not studying anyway; this would be a good opportunity to make sure she does...something” Arisa replied. This was true; Marissa acted like she was allergic to exam revision. It seemed like a miracle she even passed freshman year!
“Fine go” Anna relented as Arisa did a double mini-fist pump.
“Awsome! Now, could you lend me a hand?”
The busty blonde huffed as she lazily walked over to Arisa, already stretching out her arms for Anna to grab hold to.
“One, two, three!” Anna said through gritted teeth as she heaved Arisa upwards. It was starting to become nearly impossible for Arisa to remove herself from the couch alone. She was so heavy that not only did her great weight pin her to the furniture; but her center of gravity being focussed on her doughy middle made her kind of sink into anything soft enough, trapping her.
Steadying herself, Arisa slipped her phone out and began to text Marissa. Since Cerys was the one they both had not seen in a few weeks, they agreed to spring their little getaway on her as a surprise. Shutting her phone after a reply from her blonde bestie, Arisa waddled to her room to grab her bag and set off.
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“Think she will be surprised?” Arisa asked as she and Marissa made their way to Cerys’s dorm.
“If she can dig her face out of a pizza box maybe” Marissa snickered.
“Don’t be mean!” Arisa pouted back from her lower position on the golf kart, “I know she has been eating a lot lately but no need to poke fun at her.”
“Sorry haha, but I mean, did you SEE her last time? I swear she got like, three words in while we were there” Marissa pointed out, stretching her arms behind her head as she walked.
Arisa made a small noise that sounded like a response; she was rather concerned about Cerys. Where had that appetite come from? She seemed insatiable; plus Arisa was concerned her goth gal pal was still abusing the Student Special Service. Last meeting Cerys was suspiciously already in her PJ's very soon after classes ended.
The pair finally arrived at Cerys’s dorm; with Arisa sliding one fat leg over the seat of her kart as the pair stood at her door. Marissa shortly raised her hand and knocked; only for the door to creak and open; Cerys or her roommate had left the door unlocked and off the latch...strange.
Pushing the door to with an eerie creak, Arisa and Marissa made their way in. The place looked, normal. A few unwashed glasses in the sink, and one or two bits of food container, but nothing particularly out of the ordinary; which was what made Arisa nervous.
Cerys had become notoriously messy in the last few months, as her stay with Arisa and Anna could testify. So seeing the place so clean was odd.
With no sign of Cerys, the pair headed to the Goths bedroom door, hoping that Cerys was in and they were not about to encounter some burglar who robs places then cleans them.
Tentatively, Arisa knocked.
“*URRP* Come in!” came the familiar growly reply of Cerys. Two sighs of relief were emitted from the friends as they pushed the door open, only to catch their breaths at the sight that lay before them.
Cerys’s room...was a tip. There was food packaging everywhere on the floor on her bed, and most of it consisted of Cerys’s beloved pizza boxes.
And lying on said bed was an absolutely massive Cerys. Somehow, Cerys was catching up to her bronze-skinned friend; despite Arisa being not only a veteran fat girl, but also having over 150 pounds on Cerys when they met. But now, even with Arisa gulping down chocolate like it was a replacement for water, there seemed to be only 70? 50? Pounds between them; Cery was just...huge (and looked even more so laying like Jabba the Hutt on her bed)! Her legs were massive, and looked like several dollops of progressively large scoops of ice-cream as they moved upwards; her fat feet exposed to the air. Said legs were spread 90 degrees to allow the gorging goth’s gut to cascade between them like an avalanche (and the same color too), it was truly the largest part of her; it’s circumference must have been enormous. Settled on top of her belly was Cerys’s breasts, each fat udder was using her gut as a resting point, like a fat hiker wandering up a hill. Cerys’s face was buried under pounds of heavy lard; she looked like she lacked a neck, just a thick ring of fat that sat under her double chin. Meanwhile her fat cheeks squeezed her face, making her look like she was squinting a bit. And finally Cerys had some super-meaty arms, they and her mouth were the only part of her in motion, grabbing pizza from two(!) pizza boxes and taking alternating turns cramming them into her mouth.
And it was not just the sheer size of her that was shocking, she was messy! Grease ran down her chins as the pale goth ripped hearty chunks out of her pizza. While crumbs fell down into her cleavage, to seemingly be ignored. Her hair appeared lank and unwashed, and her sweaty PJ's (of COURSE she was in her PJ's) were covered in stains from all kinds of different condiments.
“Hey —RRNK— guys!” Cerys greeted with a snort, “I didn’t expect you! I thought it was Dana with more pizza.”
“I didn’t know your roommate was called Dana...” Marisa replied slowly.
“Umm no, Dana is the room service delivery girl, were kind of on first name basis now” Cerys explained lazily as she rolled up a whole pizza slice and pushed it past her lips, which were a mix of pale pink and black, seemingly the makeup had run quite a lot recently.
“More pizza? You look like you already have some” Arisa pointed out meekly.
“Well I —RRNK— need some for when I finish this right?” Cerys hand-waved away like eating twenty-four seven was normal, “I mean this is like my tenth today.”
“Tenth...have you been eating all day?” Marissa asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“I maaaay have been sitting on my butt all day” Cerys cheekily grinned before smooshing another slice down.
“Just today?” Marissa replied, a bit more sternly.
“Fine I have been kinda skipping class for a while...but I have an eternal tardy slip! Who wouldn’t?” Cerys revealed as she smashed the last slice of pizza into her mouth, chewing lazily as a line of grease dribbled down her chins and into her cleavage; “See? Now I need *URP* more” Cerys pointed out as she smacked the pizza box, sending it flying into the pile.
Arisa’s mighty mind was whirring. Cerys had been skipping class; and she had skipped the entire week off since she had got the SSS perks...had she not been to a single class since she got put on the system? But if so, why were there not more boxes of food?
“Ummm, why is the place so clean out there, and why do not have more boxes of takeaway?” Arisa asked; Marissa turning to her.
“I don’t think that’s the right questi...” the blonde started before the stationary Cerys cut her off.
“My roomie clears it every day, she gave up trying to make me do it and has kinda given up —RRNK!—” Cerys replied with another piggish oink.
This was insane! Cerys was living like she had no responsibilities and could just eat and eat and eat like there were no consequences; like...a pig!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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