This choice: Even SSS-compatible desks are having trouble holding Arisa's girth! • Go Back...Chapter #73Warning: Girth incompatible with extra large desks by: Trampltrum   It was awkward being the shortest member of a circle of friends. There were the silly jokes, the requests for the taller members to fetch things from high shelves...and the way your fat settles.
Arisa was not ridiculously shorter than her friends, but certainly noticeably so; most noticeably when you saw how incredibly wide Arisa was. Arisa weighed a lot, like a LOT, and all that fat piled onto a short frame made her look ever fatter than she really was; which for Arisa meant bigger thighs, bigger hips and a bigger stomach. All of Arisa’s mighty middle was big, she had to swing her limbs so very much to get a good momentum going, lest she simply peter out and come to a complete standstill. Her vast belly was now firmly past her knees and collided with them if she took anything more than a shuffle. And her barrel-sized thighs were so huge that she had to brace herself like a sumo-wrestler if she ever wanted to sit on the floor.
Not that Arisa did much walking nowadays anyway, her use of the school golf karts made long walks a thing of the past, not to mention her inability to right herself on her own anymore; a combination of her sheer weight and spherical build.
It was during one of these golf-kart rides that this very topic came up.
“Ris you feeling ok? You’re shuffling an awful lot” Marissa pointed out, noticing her bestie’s obvious discomfort as she squirmed on the seat.
“I’m just...having trouble getting comfortable” Arisa grunted back, continuing her butt based battle with the seat. In reality this was Arisa’s huge width causing problems with the “inadequate” seats of the golf cart; her sheer size forced her to take up more than the front had to give, meaning a lot of her backside hung over the sides, and forced her titanic Thai tummy forward and into the steering wheel. This was not her first width based problem this week.
Earlier Arisa had gone to visit Marissa’s dorm room early in the morning to wake up her lazy best-friend. When Marissa allowed her bronze-skinned friend entrance there proved to be a problem; Arisa was to wide for the doorway! Marissa tried pulling and pushing, turning Arisa to help her sidestep through; but to no avail. Arisa was now so big she had officially outgrown all normal dorm doorways. Thankfully classroom doors were much wider (Perhaps a change brought about by that massive Culinary Arts teacher?) and Arisa had no such problem squeezing her bulk through them...for now.
By the time the two Risters had made their way to their morning class (Math) Arisa still had not found a comfortable spot on her seat. As they had arrived on time, Arisa abandoned her little quest and heaved herself off of her transport.
Marissa and Arisa waddled to the front of the class and placed their bags on their desks (no sense asking girls of such magnitude to put them underneath, neither could reach properly). Marissa only sat at the front to be with her friend, any other class and she shifted as far away from the teacher as possible, so they could not see her fail to take notes.
Marissa sidled into her desk no problem. She may have had a large gut, but it was slim pickings compared to her other extremities. Arisa on the other hand...
“Hnnnngh!”
“What’s wrong?” Marissa hissed.
“My desk, I can’t hnnnngh fit!” Arisa whispered back, not wanting to draw to much attention to herself. The blubbery blonde peered over to take a look; Arisa was right she was struggling to fit into her reinforced handicapped desk. As the obese Thai girl struggled and wriggled, Marissa got out of her own desk to lend a hand.
“Her let me try, sucking it in for a moment” Marissa advised, rolling up her sleeves like a faux-builder.
“I am” Arisa muttered as Marissa took hold of Arisa’s stomach (once again forcing her uniform to it’s limits) and proceeded to manipulate it like fresh dough.
“Ow!”
“Sorry”
Eventually, Marissa succeeded. Arisa was firmly in her desk, but it was not a comfortable fit; a shelf of bronze blubber flooded over the top, while Arisa’s bottom stomach roll hung below it. Marissa had cleanly bisected Arisa’s fat rolls and shoved the desk between them.
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Adeline Holloway was not amused by the occasional pained whimper, even if it was her star student that was making them. Every so often she would turn around and scowl in Arisa’s direction, placing her hands on her monumental saddlebags as she did so.
“Boonliang-Spencer would you kindly not make so much noise in class” Ms Holloway hissed out with more venom than a King Cobra.
“It’s my desk Ms, it’s uncomfortable” Arisa explained, trying to wriggle her way to a good sitting position.
“Well just stop making so much noise, you are distracting your fellow students” Ms Holloway spat back; unaware that the only real distraction in class was the mirth caused by watching Ms Holloway’s massive bodonkadonk swish and sway like a pair of helium balloons as the Math teacher tried to write on the blackboard. One girl actually bit her tongue so hard it bled when Ms Holloway managed to swipe some marker-penned Mathematics problem off the board with a well aimed swipe from her huge ass.
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Arisa tried her best to keep quiet, and thankfully burying her head in some studying distracted her from the horrible pinching coming from her massive middle.
But as the bell rang and everyone picked up their items, there was another problem.
“Oh no!” Arisa squeaked as Marissa was about to turn to head off.
“What?” her best-friend whispered.
“I’m....stuck” Arisa whimpered as Ms Holloway loomed overhead before whipping her phone out.
“Boonliang-Spencer, this is the second time you have got stuck in one of my desks, and I will not be pulling you out....” At this Adeline began dialing, “Hello Sonya...yes again....yes the same girl....make sure to bring something to un-stick her fist this time”
As Ms Holloway went into a little too much detail on Arisa’s problem for her liking, the gargantuan student began to twiddle her thumbs; it was going to take an awful lot of chocolate to cheer her up after this.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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