Marissa lead the group as she sauntered out the door, her big bombastic hips shaking like bags of jello as she went. Following was Paris, eager to get to know the only other preppy girl in the dorm room. Behind her was Arisa, her heavy thunderous footsteps rattled the trinkets and knick-knacks stored on the shelves; even the windows rattled a bit as the 450 pound Thai girl made her way across the threshold of the living room. And bringing up the (flabby) rear several steps behind was Cerys, her face beat red and dripping with sweat. It seemed that the act of getting up had seemed like running a marathon to the lazy goth.
Parking her super-sized ass on the real-estate that was the largest couch, Marissa lazily slid herself into a slouch position as Arisa dropped her megaton body down next to her. As the rapidly growing pair took up so much space, Paris quickly zipped over to the closer single seater to Marissa in order to maintain their conversation. Meanwhile Cerys virtually collapsed into the opposite chair, her flab jostling and sloshing as she hit it without so much as a creak from the reinforced furniture.
“You guys hungry?” came the teasing voice of Dana the delivery girl as she laid out several(!) pizzas on the coffee-table.
As the freckled brunette stood up to reveal the food Marissa and Arisa’s jaws dropped.
“You were going to eat all this by yourself?” the blonde stated in a mix of awe and horror.
“Well I was until you decided to take some of my share” Cerys replied with a halfhearted huff, “ugh, gotta order more now” the blubbery girl added as she flipped her phone out and began whipping her greasy fingers back and forth, grunting with frustration as her fat fingers pressed several buttons at once.
As Dana made her leave to fetch the next round and Cerys began to argue down the phone that she had not had enough already; Arisa, Marissa and Paris began to dig into the pizza and got to chatting with each other.
“Your name’s Westchester?” Marissa asked, before filling the void in her mouth with pizza.
“Sounds cool!” Arisa commented cheerily.
“I guess; my family are from the Hills in California, have been for generations, or so my mom says” Paris explained.
“Oooo! I have never been! Whash it like?” Arisa pried, her cheeks bulging thanks to her eager smile and mouthful of food.
“It’s good, my family are pretty well off so we have it made” Paris leisurely explained like her family’s wealth was nothing. Her family were decently rich, her parents had certainly got enough to make sure their only daughter went to the most prestigious academy money could buy; making do where her grades fell just a little bit short.
“Sho *gulp* you liking it here?” Marissa asked.
“Well, I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed my friends or the beach” at this reply Paris chuckled, bringing attention to her sun-kissed skin; “But it’s cool here to, haven’t been to the shops yet; Cer said she would take me one day...” at Paris’s comment Marissa had to hide a snicker, perhaps Cerys would have been more able to keep that promise 300 pounds ago; but new lazy fat Cerys was certainly not going to willingly spend a day walking.
“I kinda picked my classes at random too, wasn’t sure what to pick so I flipped a coin on it” Paris added; she seemed rather laid back, not the ambition-fueled type, like girls such as Tamera Lander or Arisa.
“Oooo ballsy” Marissa laughed; “I am sure you will make friends here too, I mean Arisa is such an awkward klutz and she, Rys and I have been besties since we met.”
“I am not that klutzy” Arisa pouted, staring at Marissa as she leaned her massive bulk forward to grab another slice, only to turn to look at the box as her nails only scraped greasy cardboard.
“*URP* —RRNK—“ came a satisfied oink from Cerys as she was pushing a pair of pizza slices into her thick mouth, eyes rolling back in the euphoria of it all. On seeing the slices she wanted disappear into Cerys’ greedy mouth Arisa snorted a bit before opening anther box and oozing the gooey slice out, licking her lips at the sight of it.
“I notice you guys seem to call each other Ris, is that like a cliquey thing you do?” Paris asked, taking another slice for herself in the meantime.
“Uh, I guess, we just kind of one day noticed we all have Ris in our names, so we just called each other Ris” Arisa explained.
“It was easier that way” Marissa added quickly.
“Then we started calling ourselves the Risters and the other girls picked it up to and it stuck” Cerys added with a heavy shrug.
“Oh! Ooo ooo ooo! Parisa has Ris in her name too!” Arisa pointed out suddenly, “What if she became like, an honorary Rister or something?” Arisa was bouncing up and down with glee, her heavy belly rippling as she did so.
“Arisa, Marissa, Cerys and Paris?” Marissa pondered, putting a finger to her double chin, “I like that”.
“Extra Ris it is! Welcome to the club!” Arisa squealed, patting Paris on the back.
“Oh wow you guys! This is awesome; gee I hope I don’t have to get...” Paris suddenly stopped herself; she almost said the f-word again. Paris had never been friends with a fat girl, let alone three! How was she supposed to act around them? Should she joke about their weights? Or would that upset them? Best play it safe and not mention it.
“Get what?” Arisa asked, leaning around to look Paris in the face.
“Uh, team shirts! I mean that would be like, nerdy and weird right?” Paris tried to laugh off.
“*Ommph* I gueesh that woulsh be weird” Cerys mumbled through a mouthful of pizza. Phew! Bullet dodged!
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