With Mel’s heavy waddling and Hannah’s patronizing pace to match it, the two girls took their sweet time getting to the cafeteria. Mel’s tolerance for physical exertion was laughably low; she’d practically started sweating the minute she was out the door. Her breathing was labored not long into their journey, her plump lips separated as the occasional weak little pant escaped them. She swung her arms slightly with every step, no doubt to keep her momentum going while she waddled—Hannah would follow comfortably along outside of Mel’s small swing zone so as to watch her curvaceous profile bob and sway and shake in front of her.
By the time the two of them had reached the cafeteria, it had been nearly ten minutes of walking-time for a desperately out of shape Melanie Carlyle. Her stomach had un-wriggled its way out of her too-tight sweatpants and flopped back in front of her thighs, as naked and soft as it was enormous. Her round cheeks were blotchy red as a mist of sweat dampened her forehead. Her blonde bangs stuck slightly there, against her forehead, as she heaved and ho’d the final necessary steps into the cafeteria.
The big girl grumbled incoherently to herself, taking a few wild flaring steps to avoid upsetting her chafing thighs further.
The cafeteria was slam-packed, as to be expected on the first day back. Freshmen kind’ve had to be here for orientation (which should be done right about now) but everyone from Sophomores to Seniors knew that the best grub was brought out on the first day. Polluck apparently liked to start with her best culinary foot forward, something that Hannah never personally understood but often took advantage of.
However, despite Hannah’s delight at seeing so many girls so willingly stuff their faces, the downside of that was that there were very few seats left for herself and Mel…
“Oh hey, there’s one!” Hannah announced excitedly, pointing to an empty table near the back, “Let’s go grab it!”
“UUUUUUGH!!” Melanie moaned, “You’re killing me with all this walking!”
The big girl bobbled forward, waddling past Hannah in a desperate attempt to get this physical exertion stuff over with. Hannah watched as Mel’s big fat ass stretched the fabric on those yoga pants—every dimple visible as it stretched the black lycra to semi-transparency. Hannah couldn’t help but let out an appreciative noise of approval.
She made a mad dash past her blimpy blonde roomie, which was mostly unnecessary, and claimed the table. She pulled out a wide chair for Mel, who properly pushed past Hannah and plopped her immensity down into its well-worn indentions. The force of the impact sent the chair sliding backwards audibly, scraping against the linoleum floor as a harsh ugly noise roared over the clamor.
“Sorry.” Mel huffed huskily, “Ugh… S’a long walk…”
“Mm, yeah, it just seems longer because…” Hannah stood over the seated Mel like a vulture, watching as her soft creamy girth of the fat girl’s arm pooled on the table’s surface, “Y’know, we’re at the end of the hall.”
“Great. Figures that I’d get that one.” Mel whined before sighing deeply as if in resignation, “Welp, better get up.”
Hannah’s eyes widened in shock as her new roommate attempted to rise under her own power (one of her roommates, getting up? Never!) Mel rocked slightly in her seat, only for the more able-bodied girl to rush right over and put a stop to that nonsense.
“Oh woah woah woah hey hey… hey…” Hannah smiled awkwardly as her face pinkened, “You uh, you just got comfy there Mel. I’ll, uh, I’ll get that.”
“You sure Hannah?” Mel cocked a thin blonde brow, “I don’t wanna put you out or anything girl.”
“No trouble at all!” Hannah said with a wolfish grin as she watched Mel fall complacently back into her seat (not that she’d ever actually risen from it) and took a step back, “I’m gonna grab something for myself. What, uh, what do you want?”
Hannah watched as Mel craned her non-neck in the direction of the self-service table. She leaned slightly away, as if trying to get a better look at everything in panorama, and eyed the view for a good ten seconds. Hannah heard Mel’s great gut growl greedily as it sat on top of her thighs, cutting deeply into the table due to Mel’s catty-cornered seating.
“I’ll… mmm… have some of those tacos.” Mel trailed slightly, still unblinkingly attached to her view of the food, “Like four tacos. A burger, no two burgers, everything on ‘em, umm… a plate of lasagna maybe? Yeah lasagna. Like, a lot of lasagna. Some of that barbecue chicken and two buns so I can make a sandwich out of it. And uh, if you don’t mind running by the sides, some macaroni and mashed potatoes would be nice. Oh and if they have any of those chicken tenders—you know the ones that they like only cook for the Newbees?—those would be great. If they don’t have those then…” Mel stroked her chins slightly with one hand as the other tended to her starving belly, “Just, um… maybe a slice of pie. No, definitely the pie. Even if they have the tenders. But if they don’t have them then two slices. Three slices.”
Hannah’s breathing grew hot and heavy as she squirmed in place, the corners of her lips tucked into a smile as her cheeks grew bright red.
“Sure thing.” Hannah flashed all of her pearly whites, “Just get comfy and I’ll be right back.”
“Yer the best.” Mel huffed thickly as she resituated her enormity at the table, her big belly growling a little more urgently than before “Actually, can I make that four slices?”
Oh my god this girl was perfect.
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