This choice: The quartet reach the room and start unpacking • Go Back...Chapter #11Stuck in the doorway with you by: Trampltrum   Not only were the ex-cheerleaders given one of the legendary four-person rooms, but it was the particular one on the ground floor. It was perfect for a bunch of fat-girls who really appreciated not having to walk up and down the stairs every day.
“Wow! Look at this place!” Jesse exclaimed with a huge grin as she took in the sights.
“So big…” Vina added as she turned in wonder at the massive dorm room they had been given.
“Ummm….guys…little help” came Camila’s voice, cutting into the other three’s gawking. As they turned around a quite ridiculous sight greeted the teens; Camila was stuck in the doorway.
The brunette’s obstructively large hips had once again slipped her mind, and she had walked forwards into the doorway, unwittingly getting herself wedged in the frame. Grasping the sides of said frame, Camila began to push and shove, grunting like a cow in heat as she tried to un-stick her oversized birthing hips.
“Really Cam?” Jesse scolded with an icy twang to her voice as she crossed her arms under her voluminous chest (she had lost the ability to cross them properly just before the summer holidays). The other two were no better help; Faith was doubled over in laughter and Vina began her characteristic panic-fest, which involved her eating anything edible in sight to calm herself down.
“Come on guys, don’t just stare, come and help me out!” Camila snapped as none of her friends actually seemed willing to do anything, rather watch, eat or just sit on the edge of the couch. It was quite a sight though; Camila was wriggling her hips over each other in a massive gyrating pattern that made her vast buttocks look like a pair of fully-inflated beach balls trapped in a small net.
Rolling her eyes Faith stepped forward and grabbed onto Camila’s extended hands, the black girl then tugged…hard.
“Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow!” Camila squealed as her bulging butt-flab bunched up against the doorframe. As much as Faith tugged and pulled, nothing was gained.
“Wait a second, I have an idea” Jesse stated, ceasing Faith’s attempts at pulling Camila’s arms from her sockets. The boulder-sized blonde then waddled over to the fridge where Vina had stationed herself to calm her nerves. Opening the door Jesse began to rummage through the contents, muttering to herself; “There’s gotta be some butter in here somewhere…”
“Oph! You mean thish?” Vina interrupted through a mouthful, offering a half-eaten stick to her friend.
“Uh…yeah…thanks” Jesse replied, gingerly taking the offered tub of lard and returning to Faith and the still-wedged Camila (who was now being pushed by the pink-haired girl).
“Here, slather this on her hips” Jesse commanded as she handed the gooey mess to Faith.
“WHAT!? EWWW! Don’t you DARE!” Camila shrieked as she tried to recoil from Faith. This was of course as fruitless as her attempts to escape as her friend began to liberally apply the butter to Camila’s overtaxed black sweatpants. The goop sunk in pretty quickly finally allowing Camila to escape her temporary prison and tumble back to her dainty feet.
As soon as Camila had steadied her ungainly overbalanced body she grabbed the handlebar of her case and marched swiftly to the nearest room.
“Hey! Where are you going? We haven’t decided who gets what room yet!” Faith called at the olive-skinned teen.
“Well I am picking now!” Camila snapped as she entered the bedroom and shut the door with a slam.
As soon as it was closed Camila rested her butt on the door and slid down until her butt bumped the floor. Her head was still a good half-foot from the door despite her backside being in contact with it. God that was embarrassing; first she got stuck in the door and now her pants were possibly ruined. She wasn’t to blame for her size anyway, she had no time to exercise while she was trying to get straight-A’s; plus inheriting her mom’s titanic tush on a spectacular scale didn’t help matters…
Rolling herself back upright, Camila slipped her hands down the elastic waist of her sweatpants, aiming to change straight into something ANYTHING else. But as the curvy Latina bent forwards to begin removing them…she heard a rip and her backside suddenly felt a lot cooler. Well, I guess that settled the question if they were ruined or not.
Deciding to not re-engage with the hassle of putting on more leg-wear, Camila chose to remain in her panties as she unpacked her stuff, the Star Wars logo repeated itself many times across her multiple X underwear.
Placing her collection of spaceships from various films on her shelf cheered her up a bit. As did admiring her collectors Legolas figure, her smile broadened as she turned the valuable model over in her hands, before settling it with pride on her new study desk.
“Hey Cam! If you don’t come out soon we’re….Vina will eat your welcome basket!” Jesse yelled through the door. At the idea of food Camila’s pudgy belly grumbled. Placing her hand on her stomach to settle it Camila called back to hold on a minute as she began to rummage through her clothes to make sure NOBODY saw her geeky underwear.
Camila found herself sorting through her pants, putting to one side all of the ones that pinched her bodacious backside, which turned out to be most of them. Settling on a pair of yellow yoga pants she had bought over summer break (pleeeeease don’t let them be too small yet), the olive-skinned stunner slipped them over her hips and poked her feet through the holes. It clung to her bottom like a second skin…but it didn’t creak or groan so that was a good sign.
Sighing heavily as she recovered from the substantial physical exertion that came from dressing her massive booty, Camila did a double check to make sure none of her geeky stuff was obvious to her friends if they got a split-second peek into her nerd cave; satisfied it was hidden she left.
“You are so lucky girl, Vina has been giving your basket the eye for like, ages” Jesse snickered as the brown-skinned girl puffed her cheeks up.
“I was so not!” she snapped, putting her hands on her own fat hips.
Not taking any chances, Camila snatched her basket and dropped it in front of one of the couches (she was NOT going to risk a single seater with her backside). The old-fashioned wicker basket was full of delicious treats, the sight of which made Camila forcibly stop herself from drooling a little. Delving her arm deep into the gift, Camila produced a sticky coconut-bun and began to attack it.
As Camila got into the routine of stuffing sugary snacks into her fat belly Jesse coughed loudly.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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