Alex Greese was filled with a lot of things as she got off the bus in front of Buttercombe academy. First, she was filled with pride over the fact she’d done this on her own. It was a big leap, but she could do this! Tucking her few strands of her long brunette hair behind her ear, she congratulated herself for not wrinkling, ripping, or out-and-out loosing the paper she’d been given that held all the important information about her new school year, including her room number and its location.
Alex was also filled with determination too. Yes, Alex was finally away from her overbearing parents. Away from them and the way they were always…always…well it wasn’t exactly nagging, more like over caring about her too much…was that a thing? Always checking to make sure she was okay at every other hour of the day, calling her whenever she was a single minute later than she’d said she was going to be, never in anger…but they were just…smothering her! So when Alex’s mother had suggested going to Buttercombe Academy, she’d immediately jumped at the chance to finally get out of the house without even glancing at the pamphlet. She’d be free and that was all that mattered to her!
She loved her parents really she did, but it was starting to just be too much! Alex’s father had owned a large ice cream company; Glacé de Greese. Although her parents weren’t French in the slightest the haughty name was key in marketing, as well as Alex herself; much to her chagrin her smiling chubby six year old face still adorned every tub the product sold. The company wasn’t exactly world famous or anything, but they did quite well even considering the competition.
Now Alex’s thoughts had led her to be filled with anxiety! Her dad’s company had done spectacularly, no thanks to Yeng corporation, they’d tried to buy her father’s company for years! Now the she was heading to an Academy where they’d had a major partnership it made her a bit apprehensive. She could remember after her father refused to sell-out to Yeng, they did everything they could do try and ruin him; negative advertising, scam reviews, signing exclusive deals with nearby restaurants so they no longer sold Greese brand ice-cream. Through it all her father’s company survived because their product was just that darn good. Her father had even kept the struggles to himself for the most part after coming home from work, but there were the one or two rare nights she could hear him retelling stories of outrage to the family over dessert at their dinner table.
Oh, right, that was another thing Alex was filled with…food; a lot…and often! Revisiting her past, one can only imagine how often she’d asked for bowl after bowl to be refilled with her family’s own fattening luscious ice cream, and this was after the large delicious dinners with her parents! Over the years whenever any qualms about her weight were brought up her to her Alex’s mother she was always ready with an answer;
“It’s just some baby fat, all girls have it. Tell me when to stop with the whip cream on top.”
To …
“You might be a little big boned like your mother is all. Here I microwaved the hot fudge so it’ll melt right into your ice cream tonight.”
To…
“Obese is really just a blanket term honey. BMI is more like a clothing size, not like a disease….Hey, I heard Dad’s got a new flavor he’s working on, and he wants you to be the first one to try it as soon as we get home!”
And Eventually…
“You’re just an early bloomer Alex honey, in fact if you ask me, those girls at school sound jealous! They’re probably still stuffing bras with tissue paper and here you are outgrowing another pair… Oh, sweetie, I know there heavy, but there’s plenty of other girls your age that need a double-d size for support, I mean I did too right around your age….I tell you what, when we’re done shopping, I’ll whip up some mac and cheese pie as soon as we get home. Sound good?”
Alex always appreciated her mother’s positivity growing up (and out), honestly it had really helped her stay in high spirits against the mean girls in middle school….but…now that Alex was a little bit older and a little bit wiser and still somehow even bigger, Alex now felt that with her mother being quite the big woman herself, she might have had a bit of a pro BBW bias. In fact Alex was fifty/fifty on that the whole “owning an ice-cream factory” thing being THE reason her mother had married her father so young, it certainly hadn’t hurt, as she could never remember hearing her father complain about her mother’s own massive weight even once.
Again though, all of that was literally behind the Alex now entering Buttercombe academy’s student dorms, as of right now she was a new Alex, one filled with hopes! Hopes that included at least thinking about possibly starting a plan to start losing some weight now that she was away from her oppressively providing parents. Tottering around two-hundred and fifty pounds of teenage tonnage had at least come naturally to the young woman, so she had hardly any trouble navigating the crowded hallways. With one final check of the paper in her pudgy paws she saw this was indeed her room, she’d finally made it! Even if Alex was breathing a little hard from exertion, her positive thinking had pushed her on to her goal!
Entering through the doorway Alex was filled with surprise seeing that her roommate for the year would be…
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