The three swollen sweeties heard the front door to Cerys’ dorm open, shut, and then footsteps as someone approached the bedroom. Arisa and Marissa turned while Cerys licked her lips in anticipation of her next (latest) meal. One would have thought she was ready to pop right out of her skin with the way she leaned into her belly as the doorknob twisted, the door cracking and opening to reveal…
“Oh, it’s just you.” Cerys’ interest plummeted, her eyes rolling in their sockets, “Hey Paris.”
Standing in the doorway was someone Arisa had never met before. She was a skinny girl, with short blonde hair cut into a bob that framed her face. She didn’t look familiar—her big blue eyes gleaned no familiarity, and the curvature of her face meant nothing. Could she have been a Freshman? Arisa knew almost everyone in her graduating class by one way or the other, and she was a little too… slight to be much older than she was. In a place like Buttercombe, anyway…
“Ugh, you have got to let me clean your room.” Paris curled one nostril to the side, “It’s gross in here.”
As this girl—Paris—stepped further into the room, Arisa got a better picture of her. She was a thickset sort of girl. How much of this was natural and how much of it was due to Cerys’ influence, Arisa didn’t bother to ask. Underneath her pleated uniform skirt, Arisa could see the beginnings of thick legs. The tightness of her uniform (still in the smaller size, mind you!) was there, but not noticeably. Her makeup was immaculate; she’d always wanted to be able to wear cute stuff like that, but her color was never quite right.
“Pssh, yeah right.” Cerys snorted, “Tried that before.”
“Who’s this?!” Marissa tottered over to the new girl, circling around her like an overfed vulture swooping over prey, “Cer, you never told us you had a roommate!”
“Yes I did.” Cerys grunted, only to be met with confused looks from both her friends, “Oh my god, I so did!”
“I, uh… I don’t remember that…” Arisa smiled awkwardly at the new girl, “Um… hi.”
“Hi.” Paris said back with a certain approachable warmth, a little laugh behind her voice, “You guys must be Cerys’ friends. I hear all about you.”
“So, like, hey, I’m Marissa. I really wish we could say the same.” Marissa clicked her tongue and put her hands on an acre of her hippage, “I swear, like, if we’d known Cerys had a roommate we would have totally invited you to our stuff.”
“Hi.” Arisa held up a doughy arm quickly before letting it slap back against her belly, “I’m Arisa.”
“Nice to meet the both of you.” Paris said with a smile, “I’m Paris.”
There was something about this girl that made it seem like she and Cerys wouldn’t exactly get along. Not to say that Cerys didn’t like makeup, she just didn’t like her kind of makeup. She wore pink lipstick, and used appropriate amounts of eyeshadow. Sure every teenaged girl liked to look their best, but she looked like she had a lot more in common with Marissa or Anna than she did with Cerys. Arisa didn’t want to say it, but…
“Look at you, Rys! Making friends with a preppy girl!” Marissa said loudly, causing her double-belly to bounce and shake, “I’m so proud of you getting out of your goth girl social circle!”
“Ohmigawd shutup, Ris.” Cerys snorted, “That’s such a high school thing to say.”
“But, we’re…”
“Paris and I are cool. She’s cool.” Cerys said gruffly as she downed the last slice of pizza in her box, “Sheef fe beft roommate effer.”
“I just keep the dorm clean.” Paris said with an awkward smile as she kicked a stray container, “…mostly. Cer’s room is another story.”
To this, Cerys snorted.
“But no, Cerys is cool. She’s showing me the ropes—helping me with my homework, all that good stuff.” Paris said modestly, “Honestly, I’m glad I got put with her. Yeah she’s a little messy, but there are some big—“
At the utterance of the word, Paris seemed to freeze, her face tensing as if she expected some sort of response from the Risters. Her bright blue eyes traced their forms, all fattened and fed to the point where they barely resembled anyone she’d ever seen before. Arisa, with her titanic Thai tummy bulging out all around her, bobbing and swaying between the pliable pillars that were her pudgy legs. Her fat face crowned twice over with thick, swaddling chins. Even the smaller one, Marissa, was far fatter than she was accustomed to. With her wide, wide, wide hips and her oozing pot belly, the voracious valley girl would have been a social pariah back in her hometown…
“—bitches on campus.” Paris finished weakly, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, no need to apologize!” Arisa said excitedly, not catching her hesitation or its cause, “Cerys and Marissa say lots worse.”
“Yeah, no fuckin’ sweat.” Marissa seemed more capable of putting two and two together, but decided to let it slide, “We swear all the time. Right Rys?”
“Damn right.” Cerys oinked, snorting out a little laugh.
Then there came more knocking, which elicited some excited snorting from Cerys, who’s stomach growled in Pavlovian response. Faintly, the smell of pepperoni and pizza sauce could be smelt from inside Cerys’ dorm room.
“Cerys? You in there?”
“D-Door’s unlocked!” Cerys panted excitedly, her tongue lolling out, “Just… bring…mmmm…bring it in, Dana!”
Cerys began to fidget anxiously, her hands coming to rest and caress on her belly as it splayed out in front of her. Arisa felt peckish herself—something about being surrounded by all of this just served to make her all the more hungry; even if she had already had lunch. Even Marissa licked her lips—all three of these girls were so greedy that the smell of food alone was enough to grind their gears!
“What’s say we go to the living room?” Marissa suggested with an evil smile towards Cerys, “Since there’s refreshments for your company.”
“Uh!” Cerys whined, “But… But…”
“No buts!” Marissa opened the door, “Coming Dana!”
“Marissa don’t! You better… better not…”
Cerys began rocking unsteadily on the bed, trying to wriggle her fat ass over to the doorway in a futile attempt to stop Marissa from reaching Dana before she got up. It was useless—she was far too fat, out of shape and, most importantly, full to accomplish such a feat.
“Well then you’ll just have to order more!” Marissa kicked one flabby leg playfully, “Since we’re gonna go get to know your roommate a little better.”
“We are?” Arisa raised an eyebrow, confused as Marissa instinctively began to help hoist her up, “But… pizza?”
“Sounds lovely.” Paris said, going along swimmingly, “Serves you right for not introducing me sooner!”
“Noooo!” Cerys whined, huffing and puffing and grunting and wheezing as all three of the other girls managed to get out into the living room before she did, “Wait…up… don’t eat…without me…!”
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