When you have been living in a boarding school for several years, it can feel like a home-away-from-home, depending on your perspective of course. Some students saw it as a nightmare they were forced to endure for four years; while others saw it as an opportunity for expression and to make their way in the world.
The latter category contains Ember Weaver, a bombastic girl with an upbeat personality and an ability to make friends wherever she went. You had to look very very hard to try and find a way to hate her, or just generally be a dick…yeah being a dick is certainly no way to make friends. Her personality was just that easy going, it was hard to hate her for her flaws really, even while living with her.
Anyway, today was the first day of a new term at Buttercombe Academy for Growing Girls and as students veteran and new rolled up to the entrance, a rather unassuming car parked itself at the top of the hill, a few hundred yards from the school building. As the vehicle came to a stop one of the backdoors flew open and a large figure extracted herself from its confines. Breathing deeply from the cool mountain air she puffed up her lungs and bellowed.
“Helloooo Wellington!” she called out, causing some of the nearby girls to give her a surprised look. Ember loved Buttercombe, the freedom, the friends….the food.
“Honey, do you have to do that?” came a voice from the front of the car; did Ember really need to embarrass her mother on her first day back already?
“No, but I wanted to” Ember replied with a huge innocent grin as she walked to the boot and extracted her suitcase.
Her mother sighed, Linda Weaver was a rather proper person; right down to her shoulder-length perfectly trimmed blonde hair. Relaxing her hands on the steering wheel slightly, she turned her head over her shoulder to address her daughter properly.
“Well, do try to have fun this year and get good grades…and could you possibly try to drop a few pounds?” Linda sounded a bit pleading with the last part of her sentence. She was not used to dealing with a fat family member; everyone on her side of the family was thing, must have been something she inherited from her father’s side of the family.
“Mom we have been over this, I am deconstructing beauty standards! Showing the big girls out there that they are beautiful!” at this Ember cocked one of her humongous hips and gave her belly a slap, sending it rippling and jiggling away. At this Ms Weaver made a sound like a mix of a laugh and a sigh which put a smug expression on Ember’s face; “See you can’t stay mad at this face” Ember pointed out, curling her red-painted nails around her smiling mouth.
“Haha, fine…nevermind, have fun honey, love you” Linda relented, waving over the seat.
“Love you to mom” Ember replied, shutting the door and watching as her mom drove down the hill and out of sight. Breathing the air deeply again, Ember strode forward, wiggling her wide body confidently as she walked. Well almost strutted, kind of a half-strut half waddle; most of the time Ember radiated confidence in her overfed look and dared to show the world she loved it. Or at least that was how she saw it.
Swaggering up the entrance-hall stairs Ember followed the gaggle of girls to the registration office and waited in line to fetch her new keys for the year. As her turn finally came Ember dropped her case and leaned her heavy body onto the desk.
“Hey Francine! Got a good room for me this year?” Ember grinned, flicking her blonde hair out of her left eye; unaware of the wood’s complaints about its load being exceeded.
“Oh hello Ember! Good to see you” The desk-bound woman replied, “I have just the place, room A-042.”
“First floor? Score!” Ember fist pumped as she used her opposite hand to retrieve the keys before grabbing her case and making tracks for her new home-from-home.
It was a delightfully short walk to her new room, something someone of Ember’s prodigious weight appreciated; meant less walking to get to and from the cafeteria for her.
Sliding her key-card across the scanner and waiting for the positive beep, Ember hip-checked the door open and rolled on in. She tossed her case into the nearer of the two rooms to the front door and inspected her new living arrangements. En-suite bathroom, large desk with mirror, soft bed she could almost get lost in, all seemed good!
Whilst dropping off her clothing into her new massive wardrobe, she caught sight of the full length mirror in the back. Pushing aside the coat-hangers Ember decided to take a self-indulgent look over herself.
Her chest-level blonde hair was pulled over her front, while her right was shaved until only a light layer of blonde fuzz was left, plus a little tuft in front of her ear. Said ear had a large plug in it and four small earrings dangling just above it on the outermost extremity, and several nose-rings adorned the right side of her nostrils. Her heavy black makeup covered her eyelids and shadowed the area just beneath them, while night-black lipstick had been applied tastefully. She was wearing a tight tank top with massive arm-holes and adorned with a list of gig locations for one of her favourite bands, although some of these had been obscured as the garment robe up along her huge stomach. Patchwork jeans that were clearly too tight wrapped around her legs, small holes oozing pale flesh from the material as they struggled to contain her bulk; a belt made of faux-bullet-casings wrapped around her thick middle. And lastly tall laced boots finished her punky look.
But it was not just Ember’s clothing that was striking; her huge flabby body also turned heads. Her surprisingly thin feet and ankles tapered sharply to thick dimpled thighs that shook and wobbled with every one of Ember’s steps. These lead up to a large powerful ass that had worn many seats into submission. Her blubbery belly was split into a pair of thick rolls as it drooped over her thighs, hiding her bellybutton, and ran rings over her wide hips. Her chest, which would have been deemed very large on a skinny girl, was totally dwarfed by the rest of her hugeness. And her arms, tattooed and inked with many dark and music pieces (just like her legs), were absolutely massive. Each hulking bicep was bigger around than both of Ember’s hands could reach together, and they stretched her well painted tats into obscurity. And lastly Ember’s face, was oddly free of fat, her cheeks were rosy but not massive; in fact the only tell-tale sign of her largeness present on her facial features was a permanent double chin and a thicker-than-average neck.
Smirking with satisfaction, Ember closed her wardrobe and waltzed out of her room and into the living room. Her eyes quickly spotted her welcome basket and she grinned piggishly. Licking her lips, the overweight punk thundered over to the table, picking up the basket and placing it on the couch before lowering her immensity next to it.
Picking out a chocolate chip chocolate muffin, Ember took big greedy bits out of it. With her free hand she began to fiddle with her belt, clipping the casings open to allow her belly to breath. Patting her massive middle Ember mumbled something past her chocolate filled cheeks.
“Mmmmph, thiph iph the liph” she burbled thickly, accidentally dropping crumbs into her cleavage which she delicately and quickly retrieved.
As Ember became truly engrossed in her very common practice of pigging out, she heard a familiar beep. Looks like her roommate had arrived.
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