“Ugh I’m getting so fuckin’ fat.”
Sam stood at the full-length mirror in their bathroom, exploring the vast changes to her body. She and Alice had been dating for about six months, and in that time Sam had gotten big enough for the both of them. Whereas Alice—sweet, tiny little Alice—had managed to mostly avoid putting on any comfort weight throughout their relationship, Sam had gotten so comfortable that her Mom hardly recognized her when she went home for Christmas!
She was so belly-heavy. It would have been different if her tits swelled up like balloons, but Sam’s fat tended to distribute mostly around her middle. Sure her chest was big and her ass was pretty round too, but what good was it if she had to lug around this big gut? Nothing fit her anymore—even with her fashion-designer girlfriend, Sam had more trouble keeping herself clothed than most other freshmen. Or students in general, for that matter.
Sam picked up her belly and let it drop, jiggling back into place as it slapped against her thighs. She had to use two hands to pick it up, and she could stretch her fingers as wide as she wanted but she’d never be able to grab all of it. It was official—Sam was fat. She’d officially become one of those fat punk-rock dykes.
“Sammy, stop that!” Alice corrected from the bedroom, working on the latest alterations to her girlfriend’s uniform (including some others she wasn’t aware of, like the customary elastic waistband swapping!) “I think you’re cute!”
As Sam continued to inspect her fatted form, Alice made her way into the bathroom and joined he in the mirror. Unlike Sam, Alice had stayed mostly petite since entering their relationship. She had a bit of a pot-belly and her butt was a little bigger than it was when she enrolled, but at sixteen, Alice was one of the very few folks in their circle to remain under two hundred pounds. She wrapped her skinny arms around Sam from behind and hugged her tight, watching their reflection in the mirror.
“Fucking chubby chaser.” Sam snorted
“More like a Sammy chaser.” Alice said in a cutesy voice as she squeezed her girlfriend, “I love you no matter what size you are~”
Sam rolled her eyes and nestled her black hair into Alice’s blonde locks. As much as she hated to admit it, they made a ridiculously cute couple. She’d been in plenty of relationships before, if you could call them that, but she’d never really been with anybody like Alice. She was so sweet and tender, and she always put Sam first. Even when it came at a detriment to herself—Sam had never experienced that kind of affection before.
“Boop.” Alice stuck her finger in Sam’s rapidly disappearing belly-button, “Boop boop.”
“Hey, knock it off!” Sam swatted her hand away, “That’s my belly button.”
“It’s a cute belly button.”
“No it’s not. It’s a gross, fat belly button.”
“Oh stop it. You’re not that fat.”
“I’m a goddamn whale.”
Sam had never really been self-conscious about her weight before. She’d never had a reason to be. There’d never really been enough food at the house to get fat off of. And even once she started to pack them on, Sam had never really let her pounds bother her until she got in a relationship with cute little miss perfect Alice Carlyle. With every passing week, Sam seemed to blow up bigger and bigger while Alice just stayed the same. It made her feel like… the ugly one in the relationship, y’know? Like Alice had settled. Well, she usually felt like that, but still.
“It could always be worse.” Alice pursed her lips playfully
“Oh yeah?” Sam arched a curious black eyebrow, “How?”
“You could have moved in with Ronnie instead.” Alice said before busting out into a guilty grin, “That was mean.”
Sam gave a small nod of concession. When Alice and Sam decided after their Winter Break that they wanted to room together for the remainder of the year, that meant that Megan was out of a roommate. Luckily for her, Ronnie had stepped down as RA. Unluckily for her new roommate (or, perhaps still luckily) she’d stepped down so she could focus on her Culinary Arts practice and work in the cafeteria with Ms. Flatterly. With Ronnie’s passion for cooking and baking running over, suffice it to say that Megan found herself in quite the predicament. If Sam had been expanding at an unprecedented rate, Megan was just as much so. With Ronnie baking day in and day out, Sam almost shuddered at the thought of how fat she would have gotten if things had taken a different turn.
“True.” Sam finally said after a pause, “Very true.”
“See? It’s not so bad.” Alice said with a final loving squeeze, “I like you like this.”
“I told you you were a fucking chubby chaser.”
“No! Like, with me.” Alice frowned, “Stop telling me I’m dumb for thinking you’re pretty.”
“You are dumb for thinking I’m pretty.” Alice rolled her eyes, “Like, for real, we need to get Ms. Polluck in here because there must have been a mistake—you’re clearly not smart enough to be in Buttercombe if you think I’m pretty.”
“Sammy…”
“Like, for real, how am I in a relationship with you? You’re just so fucking cute!” Sam continued on, “I’m like your big butch girlfriend—and all anyone sees is like ‘aww, they must really love each other if she can get past her looking like that!’”
“Sammy.”
“Like, I get why you haven’t told your Mom about us, but I would also completely understand if you just didn’t want to risk—“
“Sammy!” Alice stomped her little foot, “Stop it!”
“Make me.” Sam stuck out her tongue
Taking the invitation, Alice entered her girlfriend’s mouth. Parting her plump pink lips, Alice embraced her bigger half and locked her in a warm, passionate kiss…
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