In another life, the Porters might have been angry that they hadn't gotten to see their daughter over Christmas break. Holidays were a time for family bonding, opening presents, and catching up after a long way away at prep school.
But as Kritsana's chauffeur drove her off, the back of the car reeking of the condiments that Arisa and Cerys had spilled on the carpet, the buttons on her new blouse straining, and literally thousands of dollars shy after putting up with her spoiled daughter and equally indulgent friend, it may have been a blessing that she had spent her holiday with someone who could afford to indulge the gigantic goth. She would have eaten her parents out of house and home, and come back to campus with little to nothing to wear that would fit her!
All that mattered to Arisa, and to a lesser extent her mother, was that Cerys got to enjoy life on the other side for once. She'd been a glutton for sure, but she'd never treated herself to the fine cuisine available to her only on the Boonliang-Spencer bank account. Arisa had been dying to show her friend a good time, not-so-subconsciously as a way to thank her for just being her friend, but her efforts had certainly gone a long way.
The two of them took their first lumbering steps onto campus. Looking at the two titanic teens, one might have expected the ground to shake or the earth to give in to their massive presences. If this were a B-movie with cheesy sound effects, their heavy footfalls would have been punctuated by booming echoes and stock trees falling in the distance.
Getting out of the car had left them winded; the strenuous walk towards campus would leave them exhausted.
Arisa, the big bronze ball of blubber that she was, could barely lift one leg in front of the other as her sagging gut swung in heavy rhythm in front fo her pillar-thick legs. She held her arms out to the side, balancing herself pitifully as she lumbered forwards at a snail's pace. With every teetering tip-toe towards, her tonnage would tremble timorously in a tanned tango of tubbiness. Her mouth hung agape as she panted, wheezing at the prospect of having to move under her own power. She was simply too big to do this kind of thing anymore! And an entire winter's break, living at her mother's, maids', and servants' behest while gorging like a queen had done little to aid her mobility. She was simply too fat—at least, too fat to not be puttering around on her SSS-approved rascal.
Living with her friend, even for such a short amount of time, had meant that Cerys had somehow become even larger than she had been when she left. Her whole bloated body was covered in sweat, thick and slick with the chemicals from her various snack-food binges that she'd been wont to go on since she decided to live it up at Arisa's expense. Her pace was slower, clunkier, and less ranged than even her tubby Thai counterpart. Cerys had grown so fat and so lazy, that she was somehow even less mobile than even Arisa Spencer, the fattest Sophomore in her grade. In a sea of jumbo juniors, Cerys Porter took the cake (often literally) and then some. She shook from one inch to the other as she walked, from her pillowy arms to her swaddling ring of chins, down to the fat on the back of her calves. Cerys' painted black lips, almost comically small when sandwiched between her fat cheeks, parted as heavy wet gasps for air desperately escaped her.
After a winter of doing nothing, these two were so ill-suited for doing anything that walking was a chore to them!
"Rrnk!" Cerys snorted indignantly, "Your mom... could have at least... dropped us off... closer to the door..."
"I know... I'm so upset at her..." Arisa whined, "Was getting lunch... before her flight... really that important?!"
Crossing the threshold of the Academy doors for the first time in months, Cerys and Arisa took it one at a time—lest they get stuck in the giant oaken doors. Even individually, they had issues squeezing through the door frame. Arisa's great gut and fat saddlebags of lovehandles graced the sides of the door and frame, even as she sucked in. And Cery's wide hips and the outer swell of her flanks meant that she was in just as precarious a position. Had these two porkers had any sense of self aware-ness, they might have taken this as a final warning. They were outgrowing this academy, this whole school! If they wanted to cut back, even to a reasonable amount and maybe lose some weight, they would have to do so now...
But they didn't. Arisa's naturally indulgent attitude and Cerys' piggish persona meant that both hogs were far beyond that.
The only thing that they knew was that they were hungry, and that their feet hurt.
"Here are your room keys." said the plump woman behind the counter, "And, erm, you'll have to report to Nurse Spades for your SSS services to be reevaluated."
"Don't think that'll be a problem." Cerys oinked pleasantly, giving her enormous upper belly a good shake with both hands, "What do you think, Ris?"
"I think I'm hungry..." Arisa made a face, "Can't we do that stuff later?"
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