This choice: Gimme a Y! Gimme a E! Gimme a S! • Go Back... Surprising as it may seem, for a place so full of unfit, overweight and downright lazy fatties, Buttercombe did once have a more…positive sports and athletics record. They even used to have their own Soccer team! And like any high school, they had cheerleaders.
“C’mon girls! Let’s get out there and practice!” Jesse Masterson called out, waving her yellow-gold pom-poms in the air; this was met with fruitful cheers from her fellow cheer-girls.
Jesse was your standard carbon cut-out head cheerleader stereotype. She was vapid, rude, full of herself, blonde(ish), tall and very thin. She had entered Buttercombe that school year as a slightly-less-full-of-herself freshman and had almost immediately been picked up for the school Cheerleading squad. Deciding to start with some fresh faces this year, three of Jesse’s classmates had also been picked.
There was Camila Ramos a Latina girl with scruffy brown hair and a face like a supermodel’s. In fact she was so pretty that she had accidentally turned up to the cheer practice (she had wondered onto the running track to make a shortcut) and had been almost forced into it on the spot. What nobody knew was that Camila was one of the smartest girls in her year, hell she was a bona-fide nerd! Her dorm room was decked out in various sci-fi and fantasy memorabilia, and plenty of textbooks rested on her desk.
Chatting to her was Vina Darmadi, a girl with warm chocolate-colored skin and short black hair in a neat bob. She was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but was helpful and didn’t have a mean bone in her body; but the Indonesian girl did have a habit of accidentally making herself look rather silly in public.
Lastly was Faith Wetherbee, a black girl of average height, pretty features and a lot of long curly bubblegum-pink hair. She was the “outsider” of the group purely due to her extravagant taste in hair-color. During her tryout several people had objected to it, citing it as “cheap”, but her skill won over enough people to give her a place and she fast became friends with her fellow cheerleaders.
As the last of the girls finished applying the finishing touches to their uniform, Jesse gave another rousing speech; “Alright! The big football…(“Soccer!” someone called out) whatever…game is coming up in a week, so we need to practice our asses off and do our best!” It was cheesy, but to be expected of Jesse, so the rest of the team cheered with her as they turned for the door…only to find it blocked.
“I’m sorry girl’s practice is cancelled” the thin woman explained.
“Why Ms Farron? Is the pitch unsafe?” Jesse asked, slightly puzzled.
“No…it’s the soccer team…we have had to disband it” the chubby little blonde teacher stated with a heavy heart as she was the faces of the cheer squad recoil in shock. Courtney Farron didn’t really want to go too far into the details of why the soccer team was disbanded; that the team had come back from the winter break too fat to actually play at any kind of serious level. Farron always considered the taking part better than the winning, but at the size of the striker, she could easily injure herself if she took part in such a sport; and it was too soon before the big game to re-organise a new team. So it had come to a committee decision to call it off. This way money was saved and the soccer AND cheer squad had more time for their studies.
“So…what do we do now?” Jesse asked in a dejected tone, dropping her pom-poms to the ground.
***
One and a half years later…
“Jesse, could you PLEASE stop eating for five seconds and actually look out the window? We are nearly there!” Snapped an irritable woman as she sat behind the wheel of a massive 4x4 car as her only daughter munched away in the back seat.
“No way! The biff dinner isn’t for owphs *gulp*” the girl grunted, moving a stray strand of her strawberry-blonde hair out of her eye as the other shovelled another fistful of chips between her greedy lips.
“Ugh!” her mother groaned, burying the urge to take a hand off the steering wheel and smack her forehead.
The car crunched over the gravel pathway as they passed the main entrance, slowing to a stop to allow its passenger out. With a click and a heavy crunch, Jesse Masterson high school junior, stepped onto the grounds.
Her years at Buttercombe Academy for Growing Girls had turned the skinny former-cheerleader into a complete and total hog. Jesse was huge; her gut was a massive double-tiered set of fat rolls that obscured most of her waistline, while her originally quite substantial breasts were now massive, forced to rest on her huge stomach as a means of support. Her face was round and double-chinned, with thick cheeks that gave her a slight squint. Oddly, despite her chunky legs, she had almost no backside to speak of, which had the unfortunate effect of making her very front heavy and ungainly if she moved too quickly (not that she wanted to).
“She you lasha mom” Jesse mumbled thickly through more handfuls of chips as she feebly retrieved her suitcase from the back, doing everything in her power to avoid stopping her snack-fest.
“See you for winter break, love you…” Ms Masterson started befer turning over her shoulder to get one last look at her daughter, “And for GOD’S sake stop EATING! Your food bill over the summer break had too many digits already!”
“Gee love you too mom” Jesse replied with a sarcastic eyeroll as she watched her mom drive away in a cloud of dust. Shrugging her shoulders, Jesse made her way to the entrance steps to the school before stopping and setting her bag down. This was where she had planned to meet up with her friends, well IF they arrived on time that is.
As Jesse was about to check her phone a sudden cry called her back up.
“Jesse! *huff* Hey *wheeze*”
There, trying her best to run to the stairs was what looked like an olive-skinned teenager with a pair of beach-balls attached to her backside. As she reached the ex-head-cheerleader, Camila placed her hands on her knees, her digits sinking deep into her fatty limbs, as she tried to regain her breath.
Finally straightening herself upright, Jesse got a good look at her Latino friend. The blonde was not the only one to pack on the pounds over the years; but while Jess’es weight problem was because she filled the void cheerleading had left in her life with food, Camila had simply lost the only real source of exercise she had. One set of genes from her fat mother later and Camila was sporting a soft pliable potbelly, pillow-like upper arms, massive cone-like legs that stretched her sweatpants to their limit and a pair of buttocks that gave the poor teen extreme trouble entering any smaller doorway no matter which way she turned around.
Running was AGONY for Camila; her thighs rubbed practically down to her knees, forcing her into a strange bounce that tired her out to no end. In fact she was still tired by the time the final two ex-cheerleaders arrived.
Vina was, like Jesse, blissfully snacking away. But unlike her friend who tried to keep her sense of fashion intact despite her raging obesity; Vina was rather…clueless to her latest wardrobe malfunction.
“Uuuuh, Vina, I can see your belly” Jeese noted, prodding the exposed brown flab where the Indonesian girl’s bellybutton probably was hidden.
“Whoopth sowwy” Vina mumbled behind stuffed cheeks as the rest of the group eye-rolled. Vina had taken to food like a fish to water after the cheer-squad was disbanded. Everyone had to eat extra-large portions to keep up with their training, and none of them truly lost their increased appetite. But Vina was the only one whose capacity increased exponentially. She was originally the thinnest of the group, but now she was just edging over Jesse as the heaviest. Everything about Vina was fat, her face, her arms, her bust, her butt, her belly, her hands, hell even her toes were fat.
“Hmmph” Faith snorted, looking down on the uncontrollable glutton. Not that she really had another to gloat over; being fifty pounds lighter than a near three hundred and fifty-pound whale was not something to be proud of. Faith was not only the skinniest of the group, but had the…oddest weight distribution. Rather than go to her hips, bust or belly it was her legs and arms that got the bulk of her excess eating. Faith’s legs were thick as tree-trunks and she had long lost sight of where her ankles and calves joined, now burying themselves over her feet. Her arms were massive pillow-like structures that Vina had fallen asleep on way too many times. She also had a plush gut that sat on her lap neatly and a rather round cherubic face. Much to the black girl’s chagrin her bust was tiny, barely a B-cup and her ass was flat as a board.
“Well, now we’re all here, let’s go get our keys” Jesse snapped, eager to get off her exhausted feet, despite only walking 40 yards on them since getting in the car this morning.
The quartet chatted about this and that as they heaved their cases up the stone steps, turning to cattier topics as they joined the queue for their dorm room keys.
“Ah hello Jesse!” the woman behind the desk greeted as the fat blonde pulled her sweetest smile. “Looks like I have a surprise for you this year” the fat woman stated as Jesse’s ears pricked up; “As an apology for what happened to the cheerleading squad in your freshman year, you and your teammates have all been given one of the four-way rooms together.”
Jesse’s fake smiled turned genuine as she turned to explain it to her friends.
“Oh wow! I heard about those dorms! They only give them to the richest girls!” Vina squealed.
“Who cares! Score!” Camila added in, waving one fat arm into the air as they picked up their bags and rushed off to their new dorm room.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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