This choice: What if?: A familiar face... albeit with a couple of extra chins! • Go Back...Chapter #9Cerys, the confident fatty by: Trampltrum   As Ember gaped like a snake to down her next treat in a single gulp, a heavy noise reverberated around the room; the cutlery rattling in their drawers as the booming noise grew closer. The half-bald punk turned her graze away from her food and towards the door. It seemed whoever Ember was going to be rooming with this year, they were a pretty big girl…
As the door creaked open, a huge figure plugged it with her massiveness, waddling slowly as she dragged her suitcase behind her. Each plod of her heavy legs sent rippling shockwaves through her meaty limbs as they struggled to hold up an avalanche of pale stomach flesh that completely obscured her thick thighs.
The new girl took one of her pillow-sized arms and wiped the sweat from her brow, pushing back her black fringe and single longer pink bang. Those strands of vibrant hair were unique to this girl in Buttercombe school, and Ember knew her all to well.
“Cerys!” Ember explained, raising her heavy body with surprising speed, and waddling over to embrace her friend in a big fat hug. “Oh my god I missed you so much! Please tell me you are my roomie and are not just dropping in!” Ember pleaded as she tried to squeeze her arms around as much of her friend as possible. The punk then gave an experimental squish of her bestie’s bulk and leaned back before asking, “Have you put on weight?”
To ask if Cerys Porter, THE Cerys Porter had put on weight was almost a non-question. Of course Cerys had put on weight; the gigantic girl could get A+’s in any topic at school and getting fatter would still be the thing she was best at.
“Probably, you know what my appetite is like.” Cerys stated with an obvious eye-roll.
“Dam…” Ember muttered, “I come back with some extra pounds, thinking I look all hot and stuff and here you strut in like three sizes bigger!” Ember faux pouted at this accidental “up-staging”. Ember then took a step back, examining some more of the changes to her friend. "Is that a third chin I see there?" Ember asked with a smile as Cerys lifted her head up, revealing the additional roll of flab that ringed her face.
"Yeah that came in during the last week. I kept noticing out of the corner of my eye, so I am glad I wasn't seeing things."
The blonde punk then turned to Cerys' meaty arms, giving one pallid limb a test-prod, watching her finger sink all the way up to her knuckle. "And your arms are so massive, makes you look like a body builder...well a body builder that builds fat..." Ember joked before returning to her little pout. "You always do this, I think I am the fattest girl at the start of my junior year and then you arrive as this three-hundred pound freshmen and blow me out of the water..."
“Wasn’t trying to out-do you I swear…” Cerys chuckled before changing the topic, “Can we sit down though? Legs are killing me.” The titanic teen had actually barely walked at all today. It was a short walk from her family car to the entrance, picked up her key and then the mercifully short walk down one stair-less hall to her new dorm room. But when you weigh in excess of four hundred and twenty pounds of porcine-esque blubber, any walk is too long.
As the enormous pair settled their fat asses back onto the couch there was an ominous creak from its very foundations, finished off with Ember’s ass cheeks bouncing against each other and Cerys’ pasty-white belly sloshing like jello with her huge breasts following suit. Mentally Cerys made a sigh of relief as her last good pair of form-fitting pants did not bust a seam. She was one pair away from wearing sweats and yoga pants all the time, and those yoga pants always made her legs look so lumpy.
It took barely a second for the bigger of the two teens to spot the second welcome basket laid out on the table. Licking her lips that were always painted a deep-black color, Cerys heaved herself forwards and began to raid the basket. The gothic girl only stopped to brush her long bang out of her face as she proceeded to empty the basket at a speed that not even Ember could match.
The wicker basket was soon picked clean, leaving nothing more than rogue crumbs. With a satisfactory belch, conversation resumed. “Oh man…” Cerys remarked with a pat to her rounded middle, “Feels so good to have Buttercombe food again, it has been like hell living off fast food and take-aways all summer…” That easily explained where the new pounds came from.
“Why don’t you or one of your family learn to cook though?” Ember asked. “I mean you did take culinary arts last year.”
“None of us like waiting for food to cook…I mean can you imagine my sister waiting more than a second for something to eat? Ugh, annoying!” As Cerys rolled her eyes Ember looked baffled.
“Then if you don’t like waiting for food to cook…why did you even take culinary arts…?” Ember squinted at her fatass friend who began to idly toy with the mesh that made up part of her black top. Then it hit Ember, “Wait…did you join culinary arts just to eat everyone’s leftovers?”
“What? Classes are long and I get hungry…” Cerys tried to argue, this just made Ember laugh like crazy.
“Oh my gawd! You are such a fatty!” Ember laughed, rocking with mirth and shoving a hand deep into Cerys’ flabby middle for emphasis, where her digits sunk deep into the flabby tissue.
“You know it’s a struggle when you reach this size!” Cerys huffed, puffing her huge cheeks up even bigger until her eyes nearly vanished. Cerys then took a hand and plucked at her top. The top half was a simple black material that was supposed to reach half-way down the waist, with the rest made up of a criss-crossed mesh. Cerys’ however, despite its multiple X size, only covered her bulging bust, leaving her gut squished into the mesh. “This is like, the last top I could find in my size as well…clothes stores don’t cater to girls with curves as outrageous as mine anymore!”
“What are you gonna do when you out-grow that one then?” Ember asked; it was accepted between the pair that their huge appetites meant that neither of them would stay the same size for too long.
“Not sure…invest in a parachute company I guess?” The goth-girl suggested sarcastically.
“I dunno…you could try dieting…?” Ember suggested. The pair stopped for a few seconds, looked at each other and then burst into simultaneous laughter.
“Ok *gasp* don’t…*wheeze* ever…suggested…that…again.” Cerys choked out, wiping a tear from her tubby cheek before catching her breath and composure. “You will have to explain to my mom how you made me die laughing.”
Before either girl could add to that though, a simultaneous rumble came from the massive middles of both teens.
“Well, looks like it’s that time again.” Cerys remarked, patting her belly for emphasis.
Ember responded like-wise with a pat to her smaller, but still bigger than any teenage girls should be, stomach. Licking her lips, the punk then asked the most important question of the day, “Yup, wanna go to the hall or just have a lazy fat-girl’s night in and order delivery?”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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