Lexie butt 2

Alexis VanDyne
Grade: Freshman
Age: 17
Weight: 100
Hair: Long ginger-beer locks to match her freckles
-an aspiring music major, played the saxophone in marching band!
-has a thing for instant gratification, not much self-control.
-is an avid lesbian, but isn't quite as adaptable to girls of Buttercombe portions

   Lexie VanDyne (sexy Lexy to her few "very close" friends) carried her last bit of luggage into her dorm room with a sense of new beginnings tingling about her. She had finally arrived at the illustrious Buttercombe academy, emphasis on finally. It had taken forever for her saxophone playing skills to pay off, what with first having to send the academy a demo CD, and the paperwork, and then she had misspelled her address so then she had to refile, and then finally getting here, the whole damn process had caused her to arrive late for this semester, it was now currently Monday and she had already missed the introductory weekend here at the school.

    Lexie breathed a sigh of relief as she gently lowered her saxophone case to the ground and took in the room. It was big, very big, bigger than her room at home. It smelt better too, far different than the house just down the road from a local garbage dump. Lexie already felt like she was going to like it here. She stopped to take a breather sitting down on her Sax case. Oh yeah the case! In case you couldn't tell dear reader, Lexie had been accepted into Buttercombe specifically for her saxophone skills. In school her teachers came to appreciate her genius and talent, unlike her parents who usually were insisting that she not play so loud, or at least so noisy. Lexie couldn't help it though, she loved playing the instrument as loud and hard as she could, especially Jazz solos, letting her fingers go to work while she huffed in puffed it let her go wild!

    Which reminded her...The only thing she loved more than making music, was making love. But now she had now left her main squeeze of almost a year now back home. They had both mutually agreed to part ways, both feeling that an open relationship was alright as Lexie was now going to be more than just a few miles a way. Now, momentarily alone in her dorm room, Lexie wished she was back with her love, or that she was here and had someone here to tell her it was going to be okay at this new school, tell her that Lexie was smart enough to be here and had earned her place here, and not to be so damn nervous. Lexie realized she wanted to have someone to snuggle with too, now facing the thought of sleeping alone for the first time in a while without another warm body to keep her company...

    She sighed softly, but that's when Lexie remembered...

    She had a music class to get to later today!

    Lexie heard a bell ring from somewhere far off and remembered that classes were taking place today. She had enrolled late and this was Monday after all, the school certainly didn't stop just because she was late. Throwing her luggage next to the single bed of the large dormitory bedroom, she cursed herself once more as she recalled another negative of enrolling late into the academy: she would not be getting a roommate. At least not initially it seemed, she supposed that Buttercombe kept a few spare rooms opens for any extra or late arrivals, but as for now it appeared she would be doing the whole "new school" thing alone.

    Well, no time to dwell on the negatives, she would at least make a good impression on her fist day here damn it! Lexie hurried to the bathroom knowing she had little under an hour to make sure she was looking her very best. After a quick shower in the pristine porcelain bathroom, and thirty minutes of fine makeup and detail work Lexie was ready to strut her stuff! With her new yellow uniform tucked into a rather forcibly tight and semi-provocative fashion, a bit of blush and eyeshadow, her lips heavily glossed and of course her trusty saxophone in its case, Lexie headed off to her first class of this new school year.

    It was a rather enjoyable walk to the music room. The sunlight was shining nicely in her red hair, and all of the few girls she met (mostly skinnier freshman as equally as lost as Lexie herself) seemed very friendly to her. Lexie's found that her wandering mind couldn't help but note that most of these girls seemed quite attractive too. Still a bit lost it thought Lexi found the room her first class was to be held in, a small sound proof door labeled as the entrance to the Music Room. Inside though was hardly a room, the place was large enough to fit a small orchestra!

    Metal chairs crashed and clanged about as the students haphazardly found their designated section. Taking a seat among the many metal chairs, and crowded smiling faces of other students, Lexie already felt right at home here in the classroom.

    "Good morning!" Came a warm voice from the front of the room. A tall, bespectacled woman now stood in front of the whiteboard at the front of the class. Taking a second to brush her curly back hair away from the front of her face the woman (who Lexie assumed would be their conductor/teacher) stood with arms wide open to greet the class in an apparent "air hug." "I'd just like to welcome you all to Jazz band here at the Buttercombe academy. My name is Vi-ola Faust" and here the curly haired woman turned her back to the class to write her name on the board behind her sounding out every syllable of her name as she wrote it. Lexie felt that due to the teacher's young looks and this terribly cliche act this was Vi's first year teaching.

    "There." continued Ms. Faust adjusting her glasses. "Now, I'll be your teacher here and your conductor, but most importantly I want to be your friend, so you may all call me Ms. Faust or Vi I don't care which. I want you all to feel welcome here, so please don't be shy! If you have any questions at all come talk to me." Lexie felt she wasn't alone as she rolled her eyes, the teachers monotonous voice already droning on. "Now to all first year students let me say congratulations on making it to the academy! It's my first year here too and I know we all can expect big things ahead of us!" Again the remark dripping with overenthusiastic nature. "I understand it's first week here and I know many of you want to get to playing, but I just feel we need to wait till after the first week is over before we can work on a piece, and we find out who's really in what class. So for today I'll just be passing out a syllabus and everyone will be free to go. Of course if anyone wants to stay and jam a bit, or get to know each other that's cool too." Explained Ms. Faust reaching a slim black binder full of papers from her desk.

    A murmur went up from amongst the crowd of girls, mostly approval. Papers were passed out, and most of the class dispersed. Lexie tucked the syllabus away in her saxophone case and stared at nothing in particular unsure how to feel about what just happened. She had rushed to class, toted her saxophone all the way here and now had practically a whole empty hour on her schedule. She realized that she must look a little stupid sitting and staring, unsure of what to do next...That's when she took in the room, noting the various awards the school had received over the years, all while remaining ignorant of the corpulent consensus about her.

    Turning her eyes from the awards shelf, Lexie was surprised to see that of the few girls who had stayed, one was actually checking HER out. Lexie returned the eye contact, and then was given a small hand wave as if asking if Lexie was up for a bit of chatting. Lexie was, and with a nod she walked over to...

     A round faced girl whose large gut&bottom half is entirely hidden behind a piano

    Lexi walked over the large full sized piano. This was in fact the largest and first non-babbygrand sized piano Alexis had ever seen. It's grandiose size was quite the sight, but what had really caught Alexis eye was the raven haired girl who sat behind the thing. The glasses were the second thing she noted about the girl, tight square frames that were just as black as the girls hair, they gave the girl a hint of nerdy-intelligence as they sat in front of her dark almost chillingly blue eyes. As she took few steps closer Alexis noted the girls hair was long enough to be in twisted double pigtails which rounded out the girls face, and only further serviced the fact the girl looked like the girl could have been a librarian.

    The rest of the girl was obscured behind the instrument itself, but strangely the girl didn't seem to want to get up to better chat with Lexie face to face, not wanting to put off this possible new (girl)friend, Alexis was content taking a stool as a seat for the time being.

    "Hi. I saw you over there looking kinda lonely, so I thought you could use someone to talk to. I'm Wednesday by the day. Wednesday Steinway." said the apparent geek with a raise of her eyebrow.

    "Steinway...As in..." Alexis began to guess before being cut off.

    "The one and the same." said the girl with a grin and obviously very proud. Alexis liked the way this girl smiled, something about the way it made dimples in her cheeks, it was...cute. Wednesday gave a small nod of her head and let her eyes travel to the name emblazoned in golden on the piano. "Yeah, I get asked that a lot. But don't think that just because my family makes pianos that I've earned head piano here for three years running. I can really play." And with that she quickly hammered out a bit from Hungarian Rhapsody Number 2.

    "Wow," said Alexis impressed with the way this girl could hammer away on the keys. She couldn't actually see her tickling the '88 but from her view and from the sound of things the girl was really focused on it. "I'm Alexis, by the way. You can call me Lexie "

    "Oh, right." said the pianist. "And you can call me Wendy for short. Were you looking to...have some fun cutie?" asked the girl still obscured by the obtuse object.

    Was this girl hitting on her already? It may have been Alexis sex-addled imagination, but she had to wonder...Just to be safe decided to pick her words carefully.

    "Sure let me just get me Sax and we can jam a bit." and then after a pause she decided to add. "I've been told I'm pretty good with my fingers..." This elicited a laugh and a wink from the placated piano player. Alexis did get her saxophone, and much to Ms. Faust's delight the two began to strike up a jazzy piano and saxophone rendition of Tom Scott's Today. A few minutes later they were blowing and playing there way through a few other samples of songs, each finding the others music catalog as wide and knowledgeable as their own. Ms. Faust was absolutely delighted, the svelte woman nearly floating on air. "Wonderful you two!" she exclaimed walking by. The sudden saccharine comment had broken the trance and brought the two's jam session to and end.

    "Hah," grunted Alexis setting down her sax and a little winded, "That was great."

    "Yeah, I guess you could say...we could make good music together? ....I'm sorry that was lame. " admitted Wendy wondering if the dropped hint would be enough.

    Alexis had caught the girls drift, and decided to bite, she liked the fact that this older girl was...aggressive. "No, I definitely would be interested in...doing a duo, rather than, er-going solo." Alexis had been an expert at hint dropping during her earlier school years, but thinking of musical double entendre was quite difficult at the moment.

    Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, as the pair realized they were on the same page. "I thought so. I'm a senior here myself so I tend to pick up on these sort of things." she bragged adjusting her glasses and giving another 'I'm hot stuff and I know it grin.' "So, you wanna hang out later?"

    "Yeah, I do!" Alexis answered quickly. She barely had to think it over; A cute librarian looking type, who had an as eager and energetic sexual appetite as Alexis herself? Hell yes she was interested!

    "Great. I have class all the way till six today though... Um, here let me give you my number..." There were a few sounds of adjustment from behind the piano, then a squeak as the girl stood up...and then Alexis watched as the girls form stood up and then out and out and out!

    'Hoooolleee Shiiit!' Thought Alexis silently. Wednesday was the very living definition of a pair shaped figure. There was just soooo much more of the girl that had been hidden behind that piano. A round squishy pillow looking belly constrained by a tight unbuttoned yellow uniform. And even more behind that stomach! A backside that was round and plump, that stretched the very seems of her skirt, a genuine fat ass, and a pair of thick holiday ham thighs that if they' weren't touching by the amount of fat they contained, they would have by separated by this girls incredible drooping belly. Clearly some 'cruel' form of genetics had ensured that her body would not evenly spread the girls fat any more than just a bit beneath her neck line. Alexis's eyes widened in near denial as she finally reached the end of her sudden stares. She felt a bit nauseous as she watched Wendy approach her.

    "Let me just get my phone..." muttered Wednesday reaching into her messenger bag, the tight impression of large heart shaped ass cheeks almost close to popping a seem on the girls skirt. "Aha!"

    "Sure let me give you my number." Alexis reached into her pants and proceeded to swap numbers and room info with her new friend. Meanwhile on the inside she denied that she had initially been squeamish at the sight of Wendy's bulk. Alexis...was...was just surprised was all. Wednesday's weight wouldn't be an obstacle...she'd just never been with a...bigger person was all.

    Later that night...

    Lexi gets a call, Wendy wants to meet in the cafeteria for (a huge!) dinner

    Lexie’s footsteps echoed loudly in the hallway, which was relatively empty for the first time since her arrival. She had never actually gotten to see this much of the tile before, her view of the floor having been previously crowded by the golden sea of her fellow Buttercombe students. It was a beautiful school, without protest, but it seemed a little strange for Lexie to have some wiggle room in the same hallway that, hours earlier, trapped her between the particularly full rear of a large black student and then uncomfortable jiggling sensation of a blimpish blonde’s belly brushing against her back.

    “What am I doing…?” Lexie asked herself quietly as she tip-tap down the hallway, “God… I mean I guess it’d be nice to have a friend here but…”

    Lexie had a peculiar fixation. Most little boys and a lot of grown men share this fixation with Lexie. It is the fixation one has on a woman’s figure, and namely their standards on how many inches there should be to pinch and whether those inches were in the right places. Like most Lexie preferred a typical hour glass figure on her ladies, though she had been known to settle for different.

    Like Kaycie, one of her first serious girlfriends from back in ninth grade. She had big jugs but couldn’t fill out the seat of her pants for anything. Lexie didn’t mind that by any means. And her last girlfriend, Anne, was a bit of a string bean. Way taller than her without hardly a curve to speak of. That was fine too, honest! But Lexie had never really lowered herself to be with a… fat girl before.

    Wait wait wait, “lowered” may have been too harsh. You know what, it was. You know what it was? Lexie just didn’t like them. Well, didn’t find them… attractive, per say. She just wasn’t into that, you can’t fault her for that right? Being an avid and true lesbian, rather than one whose true intentions lie in acceptance issues and a dependency on a perceived shock value from saying “I liek vaginas”, could be pretty rough on a girl! Was it so much to ask that she get the girl of her choice? At least the type of girl of her choice?

    “No, you don’t know that.” Lex chided herself, hanging her ginger locks low as she continued down the hallway, “She could be a really nice girl! I mean, you liked her before you found out… I mean, who cares if she’s a little…. Big.”

    She shuddered at the word. Picturing how squishy and soft Wendy was underneath that tight uniform was… unnerving. She wasn’t attracted to fat people! Maybe if she lost some weight… no. No no no! That wasn’t right! Wendy was a person, Wendy was really nice actually, and most importantly Wendy was—

    “Hey there, Lexie.” She said shyly, slightly biting her bottom lip with a look of childlike excitement on her round face, “You ready for dinner? Its really good. I mean, you haven’t eaten here before, so I might as well show you around. Get ready, they really like to serve up a meal for you freshmen during opening week.”

    —right in front of her. Oh crap.

    “Y-Yeah, obviously…” Lexie said, trying hard not to look at Wendy’s balloon of a backside

    “Well let’s head in and get something to eat, I’m starved!” she said with a daring grab of Lexie’s hand as she tugged the ginger girl into the cafeteria…


    Actually Lexie's the big eater here- she's trying to keep her mouth shut!

    Following along side Wendy, Lexie was guided through the cafeteria's well stocked hot tables. "Oh, man, they have the best potatoes here! And, let's see, the chicken is great... Ooh, try the pizza!" And so on and so forth, until Lexie's plate had been completely loaded up with more food than she usually would eat in a day. Yet, she went along with it, her internal dialogue from earlier still rolling around in her mind. Wendy lead Lexie to a table, while Wendy stared at the gigantic ass in front of her. It was just... Massive! Lexie loved a good butt, but this wasn't a butt, it was a behemoth!

    "Ahh, right here is good!" Wendy said, plopping down her tray as she scooted out a chair with one massive leg. As she sat down, Lexie could hear the chair protest, a slight metallic whining noise emanating from the strained metal legs. "Well, come on!"

    Lexie sat down, still unable to get past just how big Wendy was. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a fair share of large girls at the school already- hell, over half the school was down right obese- but to actually be hit on by one of them was a different story. Picking up a slice of pizza that had quite a bit of mashed potato on it, Lexie began to chow down, while Wendy watched in seeming admiration. "It's really nice to meet another girl who I have so much in common with!" Wendy began, before taking a massive gulp of soda. "And such a good looking one, too..."

    Lexie swallowed hard, and blushed, despite herself. In the past, there was more of a build up to her... encounters with other girls. But this Wendy girl clearly meant business, and while Lexie was still quite on the fence about the whole "This girl easily weighs three times more than me" thing, she had to admit she was a sucker for compliments- and Wendy threw them out quite commonly. Still, all she could do was blush, before taking another healthy bite of pizza.

    "Oh, now you're getting all shy on me? What a tease!" Wendy said aloud, giggling as she grabbed a piece of fried chicken and taking a bite. "Well, do you wanna know more about the school?" Wendy asked after swallowing. Lexie nodded, her mouth still full of pizza, and while she was happy for the subject change, she had to admit- the food here was really good.

    Wendy went on to talk about various things at the school- the student store, the cafeteria, the events, so on and so forth, while Lexie ate. And ate. And ate. Since she was still undecided on whether or not she really could see herself with Wendy, Lexie had opted to go the silent route for the evening, getting a feel on just how good of a personality Wendy possessed. And, she reasoned, if she kept her mouth full, she'd be less likely to give Wendy the wrong idea. It was a good plan, in theory... That is, until she cleared her substantial plate.

    "And, oh man, sometimes, the Wasps have these crazy parties where they hire professional caterers and- Oh, hey, you finished your plate already! And here I've been rambling on this whole time, I've barely let you get a word in edgewise. Hey, you want some desert?" The truth was, Lexie didn't want dessert. Lexie didn't want any more food for the next 24 hours, but despite this, she nodded yes. "Oh, you stay right here, cutie, I'll get you all set up." And with a wink, Wendy was off. Alice turned around to watch her walk away, watching the heavyset girls thighs wobble as she walked. Despite being so huge, Lexie had to admit that Wendy still had a rather good body- relatively speaking, of course. Her thighs were thick, but not ridden with cellulite, or bumpy, maintaining a smooth skinned look throughout. And who knew? Maybe being with a heavier girl could be fun. Lexie contemplated this before resting a hand on her stuffed stomach- only to jerk it away just as quickly in shock. Looking down, she was amazed at what she saw- her stomach was literally bulging outwards from the amount of food she had eaten.

    "Oh, my God... I've got a food baby!" She whispered to herself, poking lightly at her stomach, which felt very hard. Upon a few more pokes, Lexie managed to get out a rather dainty burp, which helped relieve some of the pressure. This turned out to be a good thing, since Wendy arrived with a plate that made her previous dinner look like a joke. A mountain of sweets and baked confections were balanced upon the plate, which Wendy carefully sat between the two girls before sitting down rather forcefully in her chair.

    "I hope... You don't mind, I grabbed enough... For both of us." Despite the trip being rather short, it seemed Wendy had winded herself in the process, apparently having gotten quite excited about getting the dessert.

    "No, that's fine, really." Lexie said, starting to feel a little nauseous at the prospect of eating even more food. Still, she grabbed the first thing she saw, a massive chocolate chip cookie, and took a healthy bite, almost moaning at the amazing taste. Lexie was sure that if all the food here was this good, she knew why a majority of the students were obese.

    Wendy asks Lexie to come up to her room... Where Wendy presents more food!

    Staying strong to her tactic of subtlety in silence, Lexie pressed onward.

    Don’t get judgmental. It was the only guaranteed way to make sure she kept her mouth shut and her tight little buns out of the fire, and she felt kind’ve guilty y’know? Obviously Wendy really liked her, and as long as all cards were on the table, Lexie kinda liked her too. Not in the same capacity mind you, but so far the luscious lesbo proved to be such a sweetheart that Lexie already felt comfortable around her. Besides it must be hard for a girl like… that to get a date, her being so big y’know? What was the harm in her playing nice? Or accepting all those compliments, for that matter. So long as she played it close to her breast, Lexie might just be able to walk out of all this with a really good friend…

    Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp whistle from Wendy’s full lips. The ebony girl lay rest her cheek in one pudgy palm as she lean onto the table, apparently having seen something she enjoyed quite a lot.

    “Jeez Lexie, don’t take this the wrong way, but where do you put it all?” she began with a raised black brow, “I mean I know where my meals go, but with you’re just the sexiest little stomach on legs alive, aren’t ya?”

    Said stomach on legs smiled as sheepishly as possible in response, her face not red from embarrassment but from absolute agony. Unfortunately for Lexie, she was not the sexy little black hole with ginger locks that Wendy thought her out to be. She was full, damn full. The poor little saxophonist was way past the fill line, her food baby long overdue for delivery. Lexie was so engrossed in her own misery, she failed to notice Wendy’s fascination with her rock-hard stomach. Pooching out her butter-yellow uniform, Lexie’s belly was definitely an attention grabber.

    “So I was thinking that I’d show you around a bit, y’know, give you the grand tour?”

    Lexie looked at the fat-bottomed girl with extreme prejudice, Wendy may as well have asked her how to diffuse a fusion bomb with nothing but a roll of tape and half a Mars Bar. Her prominent orange brow came together as the pale white skin between her freckles grew pinker and hotter. She wasn’t even sure if she could answer her! God help her if she didn’t, the poor thing didn’t feel up to wiggling her pinky finger, let alone walking all the way across campus!

    “No, I… I don’t think… I can…” she puffed out her answer pathetically, “Can’t I just… sit… for a… while?”

    At this Wendy’s big blue eyes lit up like fireworks, a smile dimpling her round face with a girlish glee unseen in many girls her age.

    “Well you could come back to my dorm room!” her answer had come out fast and loud, an elevation that conveyed much more excitement than her usual confident purr, “I mean, they uh, don’t really like you just sitting in the cafeteria if you’re not eating anything.” She recomposed herself quickly, “Besides, we just started getting to know each other. Can’t hurt to have a friend on your first day, right?”

    “R-Right…” Lexie gasped weakly, beginning to regret her decision of not being as blunt as humanly possible, “Listen… Wendy, I—“

    “Great!” the bubble-butted chubster said happily as she worked her way to a standing position. It proved to be somewhat difficult lugging her massive lower half around just by the way she walked, but she practically had to hop off of the chair to get a momentum going that would tug along her heinously heavy hiney. She eagerly came to stand in front of Lexie, grabbed one of her hands (hanging uselessly at her sides, no love lost for any sort of movement at all) and began to pull on Lexie’s limp body. “Maybe we could get you a snack or something. Y’know, if you’re still hungry there, cute stuff.”

    There was definitely harm in playing nice with this luscious lesbo.

     They arrive at Wendy's single, Lexie is given a "snack"—Wendy just... watches?

    As the arrived just outside Wendy's single, (Lexie thankful that the brief trek was over,) Wendy just happened to drop her room key.

    "Whoops" she said a little louder than what would be normal as she ever slow slowly bent down to retrieve the dropped item. As Wendy bent over (a clearly taxing process) Lexie did not notice the quick glance back Wendy took as she quickly made an adjustment and...

    "Oops! Clumsy me!" giggled Wendy as her prodigious posterior 'accidentally' brushed past the front of Lexie. Lexie surprised by the backing up of such a budonkadonk, was a bit disturbed by the sensation. The booty had not felt as soft and jiggly as she'd imagined, but was instead shapely and taut like pressing against a kittens paw. She supposed Wendy's Glutuius Maximus was used on a daily basis of piano playing, but who knew? It wasn't like she was getting near that thing again.

    Key inserted and door opened, Wendy now held the door wide for Lexie. "Come on in..." she offered with a wink. Lexie just barely avoided making contact with the large girls stomach, and squeezed through the doorway with just inches to spare instantly gaped at the girls dorm room.

    As the door closed behind them, Lexie took in the lavish fully decorated dorm room. Wendy had clearly had a bit of blue in her high cholesterol blood as everything about this place was well furnished. Sure it was the same 'stock single' as Lexie's in size and basic furnishings, but Wendy had clearly spent no expense on every accessory the school had not already provided. Large draping blankets, fluffy pillow covers all imprinted with a checkerboard piano design, and all custom monogrammed with the letters W. Steinway in emblazoned gold. But what really caught Alexis attention was the super-duper stereo sound system that sat near the t.v in the living room. Two large speakers, a recording microphone and a square box-top device sat. Unseen by Lexie, Wendy had grabbed the remote for such a device, and in seconds music began to ooze from the stereo speakers.

    Smooth tinkly piano jazz...and then..."The shadow of your smile, when you are gone. Will color all my dreams and light the dawn..."

    Lexie turned about immediately. The velvety voice coming from the speakers undoubtedly belonged to none other than Wendy. Wendy in turn gave a knowing look, raising a single eyebrow as if to say 'Yeah, I sing too. It's crazy I know, right?" She then hit another button sending the lights in the dorm room to a dimmer setting, bringing a definite air of romance into the dimly lit dorm.

    Lexie attempting to act unfazed by the act quickly asked. "So- you- you're a professional?"

    "No, said Wendy. Well not yet- Dad made sure I've got everything I need to though, I haven't exactly played at a club or something like that." she explained with a wistful air about her. "But here I am blathering, sit down sit down and I'll get lil' Lexie a snack." she offered motioning first towards the couch, then towards the kitchen area.

    Lexie did as told but reminded herself she needed to promptly come clean, less she give the girl the wrong idea; either that she was somehow STILL hungry or that she want to become "very very close" BFF's with the BBW. It was becoming harder by the moment to jump at the chance to remain 'just friends' with Wendy, as with every passing line of song, the mood in the room grew amorous. Eating would send the wrong kind of message, but just out and leaving did too. So Alexis remained silent waiting for just the right moment to excuse herself, and still remain friends with her new schoolmate.

    Alexis watched Wendy waddle towards the fridge. She could see the seams of the girls bottom brought to their stretching point as her booty bounced and flexed while Wendy remained hunched over humming along with the music as she rooted about the fridge. Alexis shivered a bit at the thought of anyone ever being straddled by those thighs, thighs as thick as baloney slabs, they'd be crushed!

    A few seconds more and Wendy had finally found what she was looking for in the obviously well stocked fridge, She promptly returned to the couch with a spread of gooey Camembert cheese and a box of crackers, this along with two very tall glasses of chocolate milk.

    "Thanks." said Alexis taking the glass and abstaining from the supplied snack. There was a brief awkward pause as Wendy now just watched, not helping herself until her new friend sampled some.

    Testing the limits of her own civility and stomach lining, Lexie helped herself to one hunk of the admittedly delicious cheese and a baked cracker, before washing them both down with the tiniest sip of the thick chocolate milk. There. Done. Now, all she'd have to do was pull the fake "Look-at-the-time-on-my-cellphone-oh-I'm-late-move" and-this behind heavy baux would be behind her.

    As she began reaching for her cellphone-

    "-You know, I'm gonna just come out and say it." said Wendy suddenly, inching her cushion smushing tush just a tiny bit closer. "I like you Lexie." She said plainly, now helping herself to one of the crackers, completely splattering it with cheese and quickly eating it in two bites, all without taking her eyes off of her new love Lexie. "From the very moment I first saw you... And I'm pretty sure you feel the same." Here Wendy now slid the cheese laden plate towards Lexie in an offertory manor, before again sliding herself just the tiny bit closer. "Soooooo...." she trailed off, her bright blue eyes bashfully looked about the room before again settling on Lexie, a full cheeked almost dopey look again crossing her face.

    Lexi quickly stared at the plate perhaps eating another cracker as a distraction, but then feeling if she did even eat one more she would have not been able to keep it down. She would have to deal with this head on. "Listen Wendy, this is real nice and all. You're nice. But we're too different. I just don't think this is going to work out. I-"

    "Shhh." said Wendy bringing a perfectly manicured and nimble finger to Lexie's lips. "I know exactly what your thinking." she assured, her blue eyes now giving a look usually reserved for bedrooms. "Relax and don't worry about it."

    "What?" mumbled Alexis to shocked to break away.

    "Don't be coy. Having a rich girlfriend. I am the heir to the Steinway piano fortune after all." Here the soft inflated finger traveled slowly down from Lexie's mouth drawing circles around her freckles, and then nuzzled around a coil of Lexi's ginger beer locks. "But I definitively wouldn't mind spoiling you..." the finger went lower now down all the way down to her obviously stuffed to capacity midsection, giving it a playful little poke.

    She what!? Wondered Alexis as Wendy continued inching closer as a spider with a trapped fly. Spoil her! Like...with Money? Lexie's weakness for Instant gratification suddenly lit up at the word...Money! Money hadn't even been something she'd even considered but certainly liked the way it sounded now! A new reed for her Saxophone!

    "You caught me." she said sheepishly looking downwardly. "Wendy, I think your nice too. You're beautiful! It's just it's my first day here, and well you've already been so nice. (She said telling the truth before sneaking the lie) I didn't want to be a bother is all.

    No bother at all. Insisted Lexie. "In fact, anything you want, it's yours. I could make a call to dad, or just have you record a sample cd right her.. Anything. And here she unbuttoned just the very first top of her own uniform..."Anything." a puckered up smooch, ready to put this relationship on the fastrack.

    A kiss...A kiss was something Lexie could manage. This wouldn't be too much of a task. In fact it was this face had fallen in love with in the first place. Pink lips devoured and overpowered who knew how many previous lovers, and how many calories for that matter. Closed her eyes not-disliking the way Wendy's large round plump lips kneaded her own. It was at the hint of a tongue Wendy's wide and rolling tongue just cresting over Lexie's own lips that she had to break away from the kiss.

    "~Oohh you've done this before. I can tell." Marveled the sable haired heiress in approval

    "Yeah well. Now with anyone quite like you." said Lexie, again not exactly lying.

    "Well...said Wendy with a devious smirk. "Let me show you just how good I am..." and with that slowly began taking off her top!

    "Mmmm not tonight, later though. definitely. I mean I still have to unpack!" said Lexie ignoring her stomachs throbbing fullness as she quickly shot up from the couch.

    "Oh. Alright." said Wendy disappointingly. "I guess I do get to see you're pretty face in class tomorrow."

    "Right...Tomorrow." said Lexie a bit grimly but still giving a short wave bye-bye.

    "Shy little thing." thought Wendy inwardly, now helping herself to most of the leftovers, and excitedly thinking of what her and her new date could do tomorrow..

    ***


    And so two or three weeks pass with Wendy acting as the sometimes figurative/sometimes literal "Sugar Daddy (Sugar Momma?)" over Lexie. Lexie understanding the game now, was casually dropping hints about how she needed a new reed for her Sax or something of the sort, and Wendy would end up buying the best of the very best of reeds just for her the very next day.

    Their relationship had fortunately or frustratingly depending on who you asked, had not managed to go 'beyond' anything more than a deep kiss now and then, the ever present 200lbs or so weight difference still weighing heavily on Lexie's mind, only reinforced by the amount of food and eating the two seemed to do. In fact.

    Lexie's chest has gone from B minors to D majors! With a butt and gut to match!

    Lexie's metabolism manged to keep her stomach B-flat. But Wendy certainly hasn't

    Four weeks into the semester—and four weeks was a long time, don’t let anybody tell you any different—Lexie was beginning to jones.

    On the west wing of the building, fresh from Biology, she walked side-by-side with a curvy brunette. Kaitlin, said brunette, had caught her eye almost upon walking through the doorway all those weeks ago. She was a flighty thing, Lexie could tell by admiring her from afar in class, with hardly as many brains as she had fingers and toes; though if we’re being completely honest here, her brains weren’t exactly what Lexie was interested in.

    Kaitlin was somewhat taller than Lexie, by a head or so, meaning that as the two traipsed the hallway together the sexually-charged ginger girl was given a prime view of her…

    “I just don’t understand Biology!” Kaitlin whined, distressed over yet another failing test grade, “I studied really hard this time too, but I just don’t get it!”

    “Me too.” Lexie lied, folding up her A+ paper and quietly stuffing it into her backpack, “I mean, when are we ever going to need to know what a Golgi Apparatus does anyway, right?”

    “Ugh, so right.” She huffed, “Don’t tell Ms. Brodas that. She already hates me.”

    “I don’t see how she could…” Lexie pounced on what no doubt meant to be a throwaway comment, “I mean, I’ve seen you in class and you do work really hard. She’s probably just hard on you because she’s jealous. Like, you walk in and she floats in like a zeppelin, right?”

    “So right.” Beat, “What’s a zeppelin?”

    “A blimp.” Lexie corrected herself, “Ms. Brodas is a blimp.”

    The joke, or rather the flat delivery, seemed sufficiently funny enough to fuel that high-pitched laughter. It wasn’t annoying at all, in fact Lexie found it really cute! It was a simple joke, yeah, but as long as it scored her points with curvy Kaitlin!

    They came to a stop somewhere down the hall, where the two normally diverged. Kaitlin would head up the stairs and Lexie would walk down the hall. They had been doing this dance for a while now, Lexie at least had been, and the music was about to stop. Did Kaitlin play for the other team? Lexie didn’t know, but perhaps she could find out…

    “So…” they stopped at the stairwell as she paused. Lexie looked into her eyes as Kaitlin looked back, “I was wondering, Kay, if you’re… really worried about your grades, we could always come back to my dorm later tonight and—“

    “Lexie!”

    The addressed Lex stopped cold in her tracks as a familiar sensation of dread wafted over her.

    “Lexie-Baby, over here!”

    Behind her, down the hall adjacent to the one that she and Kaitlin had just trekked, was Wednesday Steinway. Or rather, Lexie’s “girlfriend.” Quotation marks because, as you might be able to decipher, Lexie wasn’t exactly enthused with the relationship.

    Lexie whipped around at break-neck speed, putting on her biggest and most innocent smile in an attempt to hide the fact that she was chasing the skirt-tails of her leggy classmate. However the expression didn’t get played off very well, instead resembling something between constipation and the smile one pulls out for her dentist.

    “W-Wendy!” she cringed, “W-What’re you doing—“

    “I finished my test early, so Ms. Quinn said I could leave early.” the bottom-heavy belle said with a smile, enveloping her beloved beau (?) in her soft arms and forming the squishiest hug ever conceived, “I figured that I could meet you here and we could walk to Music Class together.”

    “Right, right…” Lexie broke away first, “Um, that’d be fine.”

    “That’d be fine?” Wendy put her hands playfully on her wide (wide wide wide wide) hips, “I think it’d be more than fine to walk down the hallway with the prettiest girl on campus around my arm, Alexis VanDyne.”

    As much as she loathed it, Lexie couldn’t resist a Steinway-grade compliment. She blushed a little as a little smile crept onto her face, clearly enjoying the ego-inflating remarks that only Wendy could put forth.

    “Oh and hey, I brought you a little something.” She said emphatically, reaching down with her chubby arms to reach into her messenger bag and pulling out a box of chocolates, “I figured since you had to skip out on me last night I should give you your present now.”

    Lexie suddenly became very green around the gills, “What, um… what are those for, b-baby?”

    “Just for being the best girlfriend ever and a little something extra for looking so good while you do it.” She winked, nudging the scrawny newbee with her well-padded elbow, “Go on, open it!”

    Lexie grimaced at the box, having grown quite sick of chocolates and cake and confections and the like since she started “dating” Wendy. She had done what she could to keep as much of it out of her mouth as possible, but her sweet deal with Wendy’s wallet was too good to pass up too often. Thankfully, God had graced her (or rather her marching band teacher and his insane exercises) with a killer metabolism. So much of what Wendy fed her melted right back off again. Still, that didn’t mean that poor Lexie wasn’t sick of it already…

    “Wow…” Lexie said incredulously as she rummaged through the box and pulled out a beautiful necklace, “This is… just wow! Thanks a lot, Wendy!”

    Not pausing to hear Wendy’s response, Lexie whipped her head around to check on Kaitlin, now absent in the wake of Wendy’s quaking footsteps surely.

    “Dammit…” she cursed quietly, “I-I’m sorry Wendy, what did you say?”

    “I asked if maybe I could see you in it?” the butterball heiress leaned in closely to Lexie, putting one chubby hand across Lexie’s modest chest, “Tonight? Y’know, and nothing else?” she giggled raunchily

    Lexie gulped

    “Oh look at your face!” Wendy said with a quirky curl of her nose, “I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t mean to put any extra pressure on you but… I just had to, it was perfect!” she laughed

    “Y-Yeah… joking…” Lexie blushed furiously not out of embarrassment but out of fear, a cold sweat formed across her forehead as her hands began to clam up. When the time came to actually do anything with Wendy, Lexie would definitely freeze up and… not do anything. Then she could kiss the necklaces and the chocolates and the reeds and the clothes and the makeup and the fancy dinners and everything else goodbye…

    Lexie felt her hand grabbed by Wendy’s as the heavier girl tugged her along the hallways, “So I was thinking, maybe we could just go back to my place tonight for lunch? I’ve got all that leftover from last night and it’s going to go bad if somebody doesn’t eat it…"

    t lunch, Lexie runs afoul of one of Wendy's exes

    Lunch time was supposed to be a time of solace.

    A time where, no matter how long or hard your day had been, one was allowed to relax and unwind. Certainly this aspect of such an important meal was reflected in the structure of Buttercombe Academy’s luxurious and coddling cafeteria. With self-service tables, soda dispensers, and unlimited refills it was kinda hard for this place not to be comfortable…

    Of course, you probably never had to dine with Wednesday Steinway. Making your plate for you, pinching your cheek and slapping your ass. It was embarrassing!

    “Oh Lexie, look!” Wendy cooed as she hit the brakes on her behemoth bottom, causing Lexie to walk right into her burdensome butt-blubber, “They’ve got pepperoni pizza! Oh, do you remember the last time we had pepperoni pizza together?”

    She grabbed at the skinny ginger’s hand longingly, causing Lexie to wretch slightly. And then she leaned on her shoulder, Wendy’s weight suffocating her own as she sank slightly into the rich girl’s girth. What did she care the last time they had pepperoni pizza in the cafeteria? It wasn’t like this stupid place didn’t have it on the room service menu…

    “I dunno, Wendy.” Lexie said flatly as she rolled her eyes to the side, “When was the last time we had pepperoni pizza together?”

    Lexie’s big bottomed belle slapped her playfully on the arm with one well-insulated hand. She laughed, sending her growing gut into a sea of shivers. Didn’t quite see what was so funny about that…

    “Oh you sexy little airhead you, that was our first date!” Wendy rested her head against her girlfriend’s arm, “It’s okay, you use up so much energy being beautiful I don’t expect you to be… oh.”

    Oh? What the hell was ‘oh’?

    Had Lexie made accidentally made a face that showed how miserable she was? That wouldn’t be good. If Wendy found out just how much she was starting to hate her, she would definitely cut off all the free stuff she’d been giving her day in and day out. And that couldn’t be allowed—Lexie’s expression did a total one-eighty until she looked just as happy as a clown on botox.

    “What is it… s-sweetie?” the redhead gulped, “Something wrong sugar (ugh) muffin?”

    “N-No darling, its nothing.” The heavyset heiress grimaced as she tugged at Lexie’s wrist, “Um, what’s say that you and I go… somewhere else. Maybe we could go back to my dorm for lunch again? I just… really really don’t want to be here right now.”

    But it was too late. Unbeknownst to Lexie, a figure was spanning the cafeteria in search of quite the familiar voice. She shoved and pushed other girls aside as she grew closer and closer to Buttercombe’s latest happy couple.

    “Hey Wendy.” came a sharp introduction, “Long time no see, huh? Is this your new girlfriend?”

    Lexie whipped around at the inclusion of her status as Wendy’s (unwilling) girlfriend, intent on possibly dissuading that little rumor from floating down the hallway and into the ears of some of the local singles. However as she turned, Lexie came face to face with a girl that she would have rather not tangled with—a girl at least as tall as she was with an advantage of about two hundred pounds!

    “O-Oh yeah, this is, uh… this is Lexie VanDyne.” Wendy stammered. It was weird to see her squirm. Usually she was so confident and spoke so directly, so what was it about this chick that made her so nervous? “This is Mandy Conners she’s… a friend.”

    “Mandy Conners” was an awfully big girl. Her cheeks were puffy and red, like a really pissed off chipmunk or something, and framed by dark black hair. She stood with her chest all puffed out, which only made her huge tits seem even bigger—but it couldn’t hide the fact that she had a fat gut that hung out of her uniform by at least three inches. It was round and her skirt looked undone; so apparently Fatty had just gotten done eating.

    “Oh I’m more than a friend.” Mandy said insufferably as she turned to Lexie, “I’m Wendy’s girlfriend.”

    Wait, what?

    “I told you we were over, Amanda.” Wendy spat back as she grabbed Lexie’s hand, “I’m with Lexie now, and she’s way better to me than you ever were. Hotter too.”

    Lexie, enjoying the hell out of all this attention, instinctively stuck her tongue out at Mandy.

    What? It was the heat of the moment!

    Suddenly Mandy bucked back with something to say—

     "I gain all this weight for you and you dump me for that scrawny bitch?!"

    "I gain all this weight for you and you dump me for that scrawny bitch?!" Mandy demanded, stomping her foot and sending her bulbous bust into a jiggling frenzy.

    Wait... What?

    Lexie's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as she turned to look at her supersaturated sugar mama, whose cheeks flushed a (Lexie had to admit) rather adorable shade of pink. "M-mandy!" She stammered, the heiress doing her best to sound stern but embarrassment had caused her to do little more than squeak like a clarinet reed, "Y-you promised that was just between us!"

    The tall, dark haired tubbo scowled and folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and causing the buttons of her uniform to strain as she sneered, "Yeah, well, maybe I don't feel like keeping secrets for a..." She paused mid-sentence as she took note of Lexie's gobsmacked expression. She smirked and snickered at this, "Oh man, really? She hasn't told you?"

    With an unwavering voice that dripped with malice, she narrowed her eyes at Wendy and bared her teeth in a predatory grin. "Have fun explaining this one, thunder-thighs."

    With that the busty, black haired girl turned on a heel and gave a twinkling wave over her shoulder as she walked off laughing, apparently satisfied that she had wreaked enough havoc upon her ex-lover's relationship... For now, at least.

    Wendy gulped and turned to Lexie who had her arms folded in front of her, an eyebrow piqued over her pretty green eyes as if demanding an explanation. "So, what was that about?" She asked, her voice slightly accusatory.

    Wendy exhaled and closed her eyes before saying,

    "N-nothing... She's crazy... So, uh, how about some lunch?"

    Lexie was not one to rock the boat.

    With the sweet gig she had going with Wendy’s wallet, Lexie had known better than to ask too many questions. Granted Mandy’s accusations shed a lot of light on all the gifts she’d been getting this past month, but Lexie didn’t see much point in bringing the situation to light.

    However it was obvious that what that big-tittied bitch had said back there upset the hell out of Wednesday. For once in her life the hippy heifer was quiet, dutifully shoveling away at her gourmet pizza and fries. The change of pace was well-appreciated, if not somewhat alarming. Lexie was used to a sea of compliments and stories to distract her while she ate lately, and now there was only the sound of her wretched girlfriend’s heinous chewing. Luckily, there were much more pressing thoughts on Lexie’s ginger noggin…

    She’d never really considered why Wendy might be so keen as to shower her with gifts. In all honesty, she figured that her pudgy pianist friend did it to satisfy some sort of complex she had from being so heavy—which worked in a weird sort of way, because her fat wallet certainly kept Lexie lingering around a lot better than her fat ass did. But if what Mandy was saying was true, then Lexie might have been dealing with a different animal all along…

    "I gain all this weight for you and you dump me for that scrawny bitch?!"

    Ugh, what if Wendy really was trying to fatten her up? That would explain a hell of a lot more than some kind of inferiority complex. All the chocolates and the nights in where the “entertainment” constituted the entirety of the room service menu… God, it was true wasn’t it? Wendy was trying to fatten her up into some kind of hog—like some kind of Mini-Mandy with red hair! Why the hell would she do that?!

    Lexie’d never met anyone who liked fat chicks. There had to be something more to this.

    “Hey, I’m gonna go get seconds…” Lexie said breathily in an attempt to test some waters, “Do you… want anything?”

    Wendy seemed to blush bright pink at the notion alone, but her newfound wariness after that confrontation earlier seemed to weigh down that silver tongue of hers. She looked back at her half-eaten bite of pizza before looking up shyly.

    “Y-You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Lexie.” Wendy said bashfully, “I-It’s okay...”

    Oh shit.

    Oh shit she really did like fat girls.

    What was Lexie gonna do?!

    Lexie still hadn't quite figured out what to do. It had been a week since the... event in the cafeteria. The redheaded saxophone player's begrudging relationship with her bottom-heavy beau hadn't much changed. She still forced a smile whenever she was around, and they still spent many nights holed up in her single dorm, watching movies as Wednesday clung to Lexi and cuddle against her. Though, Lexie had to admit, a few things were different.

    For one, the one bowl of chips that Wendy kept on her coffee table had now become three, for "Variety" she'd said. Of course, with the recent knowledge she'd gained, the ginger jazz jammer didn't believe a lick of it. A few times at lunch, Wednesday had insisted on getting a plate for her so she wouldn't have to "Over exert" herself.

    It wasn't that she hadn't tried to bring it up. After Wendy had gotten over her funk in the cafeteria, she'd tried to broach the subject with a few more hints about grabbing seconds or ordering another round of room service after the first had gone. Sure, she'd gone to bed a few nights clutching her slightly rounded out stomach and groaning, but she viewed it as a necessary evil for the sake of knowledge.

    Of course, another part of her wondered why she even cared. After all, it's not like she'd get fat for this heifer, even if she wanted her to. She was in this for the money and the gifts, pure and simple. But still, some greater part of Lexie longed to find out more. Her curiosity had been truly piqued and she needed to know more. After all, she'd never even HEARD of someone being into fat girls, except for the odd joke here and there about chubby chasers. But even then, the slender saxophonist hadn't ever heard of it in the form of a lesbian. She wondered just how far this kink of her girlfriend's extended. Did Wednesday just want to fatten her up? Or was this some warning sign that maybe, just maybe, this bulging, black-haired bother was so... Well-rounded of her own free will? She certainly did eat a lot, but whether this was just out of sheer gluttony or some deeper desire was something Lexie couldn't discern.

    Still, every time she tried to bring any of this up, she was met with a dismissive wave, a blush, and some kind of short response. "It's nothing!" She would insist most often of all, but the rising color in her cheeks told another tale.

    So, after a week of trying to get her to open up during their alone time together, Lexie had finally had enough, deciding once and for all that...


    “Look, I don’t like you and you don’t like me.” Lexie started, her arms crossed as she stared down her informant from the bridge of her brow, “But you and I both have something in common. And that something is a someone. And that someone is Wednesday.”

    “You know, you’re really bad at this.”

    “Shut up!” Lexie said, rosy-cheeked between her freckles, “Look, last week you said something about Wendy in the cafeteria. And that totally made her flip her shit. She’s got food coming out the wazoo and into my mouth—I can’t take it anymore! So I gotta know… did Wendy ask you to turn into such a fatass or were you just trying to screw with her?”

    …

    Okay, so there were a lot more tactful ways of asking that. Lexie was a lot of things, but subtle wasn’t one of them. She’d been worried about this all week, and finally she’d managed to track down the one person who could tell her the truth. Skimming through Wendy’s diary entries, doing some good old fashioned investigative work in the cafeteria (when Wendy wasn’t clinging to her, anyway) had led to this. And Lexie was going to be damned if she was going to get caught off guard.

    “I don’t have to try to screw with her. If I wanted to, I totally still could.” Mandy Connors said snobbishly from her seat across from Lexie, her heavy tits resting on the old wooden desk of the empty Buttercombe Classroom, “We dated for, like, two years.”

    “So I’ve heard.”

    Lexie had, of course, gotten as much out of Wendy as possible before going at this. Apparently she and titzilla here were an item from their freshman year up until last Summer, when they broke up for some reason. But that was another story for another girl who cared. The only thing that concerned Lexie is whether or not she’d be able to continue her relationship with Wendy’s wallet without taking a few hits to the waistline—and whether or not it was worth it.

    “Whatever, I don’t know if you’re trying to get to know more about her because you’re just so desperately in love with her or what,” Mandy began, crossing her arms under her behemoth breasts and pooching her lower lip into a pout, “But this is totally stupid.”

    “Just answer the question.” Lexie said flatly, “Wendy made you gain weight, right? Being around all that food all the time is what made you into such an insufferable lard ass?”

    “Ugh! Whatever I don’t have to take this! You think you’re so great because you’re skinny.” Mandy fumed, “Well I’ll have you know Li’l Miss No-Tits, that Wendy didn’t make me gain any weight. She asked me to.”

    “And you went along with that?!” Lexie asked, her façade cracking as her inner frantic showed, “Why the hell would you do that for a prep school romance? How in the hell does ruining your body constitute a loving relationship?!”

    “Shows what you know.” Mandy huffed, “I said I’d do it because…”

    "I said I'd do it because I thought it was fucking hot!" Mandy frowned, her dark hair framing her plump face as her lips curled into a sinister smirk, "You'd better watch your back, No-Tits, because Wendy is mine."

    With that the dark haired girl stood from the desk (With a bit of a struggle to unwedge her flabby gut from where it had overlapped it) and turned. "We're done here." She said with an air of finality before walking out, leaving Lexie to sit with her mouth open and watch the dark haired girl's flab bounce as she stormed off, the door closing behind her with a loud "Bang!" that resounded through the empty classroom.

    This whole situation just kept getting stranger and stranger, Lexie realized. She was beginning to doubt if this was even worth it any more, but a quick glance downward at the gold necklace that Wendy had bought for her (Along with the rather stylish charm bracelet wrapped around her wrist) was all the comfort that the gold-digging girl needed. This was absolutely worth it.

    Standing and making her way out, her thoughts bounced around her head like mallets on a marimba. Mandy did say that Wednesday had asked her to gain the weight, after all. So far nothing of the sort had been brought up to her. But then again, they had been in a relationship for two whole years, plenty of time to give the embarrassed bebubble-butted heiress the courage to ask such an idea. She wished she'd had the time to ask a few more things, if only to see how all of this was going to play out for her. But her play-by-play had just stormed off with a... threat? Lexie didn't feel terribly threatened. After all, even if Wendy was only in this for her waistline, she was still way more into her than she was Mandy. The incident in the cafeteria had more than proved that. But all this food that was being continually pressed on her was driving her crazy. She thought that maybe she ought to have a talk with her girlfriend... Before gagging at how readily her mind jumped to call her that.

    Her stomach growled at this and, sighing, she headed to the cafeteria. Maybe a snack would help her sort all of this out...

    As time flew by for the "happy couple" after this little incident...


    Midterms were hell.

    Despite Buttercombe Academy’s incessant insistence in coddling its students, there was a reason that this Academy was so prestigious. The schoolwork, when assigned, was rough. The teachers had the highest expectations for their girls and, in kind, the girls would rightly freak out if their skills weren’t finely tuned. A single flat note was the difference between an A and a B, not showing your math was half a point off of every problem, anything shorter than a page for every short answer response that detailed hours of study…

    Just thinking about it made Lexie shiver.

    She stabbed at her steak and sawed herself off a hearty helping of bloody meat. She bit the whole thing off at once, chewing for a solid minute before swallowing her load bit by bit. She almost choked a little, but a quick sip of her soda helped ease the blockage down.

    There was no way she was going to be able to do this. It was hard enough to study algebra and history and biology and English. But Orchestra was gonna kill her one way or the other. That fat bitch Ms. Faust had some really high expectations, something that Lexie hadn’t expected given how often she spent being a space case. And with Wendy around all the time, Lexie had barely had any time to study and that meant she was gonna fail and…

    Another mouthful, this time of buttery mashed potatoes.

    As much as she hated herself for it, comfort food really helped take the edge off. Not that she would ever tell that to Wednesday—her wretched “girlfriend”—that. Every time Lexie would talk about anything; if she was happy, or sad, or nervous about these upcoming tests that her entire future depended on (she choked down her green beans) Wendy would counteract with some kind of food. It was psychological warfare, dammit!

    The stressing saxophonist sat in the cafeteria alone for the first time in weeks. Wendy was due to give her presentation to Ms. Faust (fat bitch!) now, which meant that Lexie finally had some time to herself. Normally this meant she would go trolling for booty, hit up some of the cute singles that hid amongst the sea of sows that grazed around Buttercombe Academy. But there was no time when she had five huge tests coming up. Plus, the only cute girl she knew in this lunch was Kaitlin from Biology, and she was starting to get a little huge herself…

    Lexie’s head fell down to the table, her ginger beer locks brushing against its surface. It was like a nightmare: trapped in a relationship where she wasn’t happy (and with a girl twice her size in ass weight no less), freaking out about tests, no pretty girls to help her study, and what’s worse she just couldn’t. stop. Eating!

    Her head rested lightly against her Algebra binder, while her hair spilled into her Orchestra sheetbook and a little bit into the gravy. From here she could see the tightness of her uniform—the outline of a stomach that had snuck its way onto her thin figure in the past few weeks. All this stress about midterms was getting to her, and Wendy turning her into a compulsive eater wasn’t helping anything…

    Still head-first in her notebook, she fiddled with the gold necklace around her neck. Not the one from a few months ago, or even the one from last week, but a new one. A framed locket with their picture inside—shaped like a solid gold quaver with their picture in the fat bottom (“Just like Wendy!” Lexie rolled her eyes). The other two were hung up in her dorm, not that she ever got to see them with how much time she had to spend over at Wendy’s just to get this crap…

    She grumbled a little and lifted her head up, dabbing the gravy from her hair before stuffing a whole serving size of macaroni in her mouth. She knew that if she kept this up it wouldn’t be long before Wendy wouldn’t have to ask her to gain weight or not. Her metabolism had so far done a great job at warding off the effects of Lexie’s rapidly increasing appetite, but there was an undeniable tightness in her uniform. While it was the same on that she’d gotten upon registration (and most girls did good to keep that in the first few weeks here!) Lexie hated that it was getting so snug. Worse yet, she hated that she was making it get so snug. It was one thing if she ate when Wendy was around, but it was a whole different matter when Wendy had her eating like a pig all by herself!

    Lexie shuddered at the thought of ever winding up Wendy-sized. Or Mandy-sized. Or, God help her, even bigger than that. All those rolls and folds and chins… what would she do with herself if she ever allowed herself to get that fat? How did anyone get that fat? Lexie had never seen the size of some girls that rolled around Buttercombe Academy before she got here, and most of the girls here just walked around like it was nothing!

    Ugh, this wasn’t good.

    If Lexie wanted to survive this semester, she knew that she was going to have to…

    Lexie paused as she stood outside of Wendy's dorm room. She was going to do it. She would cut it off with this cow and then all her worries would go away. Or, at the very least, she could stop stressing a little bit about the idea of being fattened up by her fat-ass girlfr-

    The door before her swung open as she was raising her hand to knock, and there stood Wendy Steinway. Her girlfriend of the past few months. The girl who had helped her study for all of her exams. (Especially that fat bitch Ms. Faust's) The girl who had taken her in to town to see those new movies when she asked, who had given her all of those sweet (And expensive) gifts, and most importantly who she had spent many nights with just talking about their lives and goals and dreams. Her stomach flipped and her heart raced as her expression of surprise was matched by Wednesday's own slightly round (Though remarkably trim) face. That cute face with those dark blue eyes that had first drawn her to this girl, like the beautiful tip of an iceberg. But like icebergs, so much lay beneath it...

    Shaking her head, she smiled as the shock wore off and said, "Hey! I was just coming to see you." Her tone was warm and her smile was actually genuine now as she looked her girlfriend up and down, noticing that her uniform seemed to be straining even more than her own. If she had to guess, Wednesday had been snacking so much as an outlet to stop her from stuffing her own freckled face. Not that she even really noticed. It was a drop in the pan at this point. After all, how much fatter could a girl even get?

    "Oh, um, hey, I was..." The black-haired musician said, pausing as she sighed, "I-I was actually just going to look for you... Do you want to take a walk?" She looked up and her expression wasn't quite as cheery.

    Oh shit... Was Wendy breaking up with HER?!

    "Oh, s-sure thing." The ginger-haired girl said, gulping. She hadn't expected that, and all thoughts of dumping Wendy had already fled her mind as it now raced with possibilities of what her lover and spherical supporter might want to speak about.

    And so, they set off down the hallway, towards the school's quad, the lovingly manicured foliage here so often unnoticed by the huffing and puffing of the flabby masses as they made their way from one class to another.

    "So..." Lexie finally began, her heart still racing.
    Wednesday sighed and said, "So, um, Lexie... We need to talk..."

    “Okay so I haven’t been… completely honest with you.”

    Lexie gulped instinctively, staring down at the shorter girl’s deep blue eyes. Her knees quivered, and her lunch threatened to find its way onto Wendy’s uniform. Wendy breaking up with her should have scraped the bottom of her barrel of concerns, considering she had been planning to do the same thing to her just five minutes ago. What was it about here—in the quad—that made the reverse so hard to swallow?

    “What, um… what are you talking about?” Lexie quavered, her voice cracking slightly as concern overtook her usually composed (and disdainful) attitude towards her latest girlfriend, “Is there… something you need to… tell me?”

    “Y-Yeah, actually… there is.”

    Inwardly Lexie attempted to prepare herself for the inevitable. It was only a matter of time, she told herself, before this gravy train ran off the rails. Surely this great knot she felt deep inside of her was just months of anxiety coming to a head? The latent effect of subduing her feelings enough to allow for handholdings in the hall, mushy talk over a calorific meal, and being held tightly during the scary parts of movies. To say nothing of the remorse she was surely feeling for all the gifts that would go ungotten—the pangs of pressure she felt underneath her digesting meal had something to do with that, surely.

    Even still, Lexie’s voice cracked. Her mouth felt unseasonably dry and empty. What she wouldn’t kill for a ding-dong right now…

    “What is it?” she asked surprisingly softly, so low that Wendy almost didn’t hear her in the commotion of the quad, “Are you...?”

    “Just… please Lexie, let me do this.” Wendy looked down at her feet (rather, where her feet should have been visible, instead she was looking at the obstructively enormous belly that concealed the better part of the ground) “Its better that I just… get it out in the open, y’know?”

    Oh God… this was it.

    “Look, Wendy, we can work this out…” Lexie found herself saying as her face warmed, “Whatever it is, I mean…“

    Lexie grabbed Wendy’s hands as if attempting to reign the conversation in a way that didn’t seem so upsetting. Her grip was tight on the pudgy key plinkers, tighter than she realized. It seemed to cause the bottom-heavy pianist some level of discomfort, even while squeezing back her delicate hands pulled slightly from Lexie’s larger ones.

    “Lexie, I—“

    “Wendy, don’t—“

    “I’ve been trying to fatten you up!”

    Wendy spat the words out, blending together until they were nearly incoherent. And they would have been too, to anyone who hadn’t been aware of the phenomenon for months before hand. Slowly the despair in Lexie’s chest began to fade as a sort of irritation grew to take its place. Not outright at the subject matter, as she’d suspected as such little less than a month into their relationship, but more at the announcement itself—as if to say ‘that’s what you called me out here for?’

    “What?” she asked flatly, her hands releasing Wendy’s swiftly. Her expression evened and her lips pursed as irritation became her. All the anxiety and worry that had filled her was washed away with the announcement that this wasn’t a break-up, but rather a confession of Wendy’s peculiar tastes in her women…

    Like Lexie didn’t already know them.

    “It’s true… I’ve been trying to fatten you up.” Wendy admitted ashamedly, letting her head fall in a teary misery while being completely unaware that Lexie had more or less known that for months now, “Like, this whole time. I’m so sorry...”

    Lexie just rolled her eyes, her usual ‘undetectable’ sarcasm returning to her, now that she was out of hot water.

    “I had no idea.” She played along with a sharp lack of enthusiasm for the act, “Why oh why on Earth would you do such a thing?

    Wendy barely seemed to notice.

    “I don’t know, I just… I…” Wendy took a deep, broken breath and took a break from sobbing her answers, “I really… really like fat girls. A-And I’ve been trying to make you…”

    “Fat.” Lexie rather enjoyed finishing Wendy’s confession for her, as it made the bell-shaped brat writhe just a little bit more. And writhe she rightly should, given all the crap she’d put her through this semester. “You’ve been trying to make me fat!”

    “…Yes.” Wendy bawled openly now, her secret out in the open, “I love you, honest! You’re beautiful and smart and funny and you can be so sexy but I just… I-I-I…I guess I…”

    “Figured that I could be bought off with jewelry and cupcakes?” Lexie started confidently, thoroughly relishing ripping the top off of Wendy’s hidden agenda, “That I was just some kind of… of sex… thing that you could just blow up like a balloon? Is that all I am to you? A human blow-up doll?!”

    “N-No! Never!” Wendy was frantic now, an attractive crier she was not, “I-I love you! I honestly do! I-I don’t know what came over me… I’m… I’m so sorry…”

    “It’s… it’s okay, Wendy.” Lexie touched her sugar mama’s shoulder with an outstretched palm, “I can… kinda… get why you did what you did. I, um, just wish that you, uh, told me sooner so we could—oof!”

    Lexie had the wind knocked out of her as the titanic tubby teen forced herself onto her. Wendy wrapped her smotheringly thick arms around the twiggish ginger girl and held her close, pressing Lexie deeper into the vast softness that was her belly. She held her tight, resting her round face on Lexie’s shoulders as she continued to boo-hoo apologies her girlfriend’s way.

    “I’m so sorry…” Wendy squeaked, “I should have told you so much sooner…”

    Lexie wretched slightly, but pat the well-padded back of her bottom-heavy belle in mock support. She rolled her eyes at almost every other broken breath, though her arms did tighten around her girlfriend’s expanse. A sigh escaped her, an attempted private release of her contempt for this heifer heiress instead came out warm and breathy… almost pleasant.

    “Okay.”

    Sob. Choke.

    “Okay…”

    Whimper. Cry.

    “Okay!” Lexie wriggled her way out of Wendy’s grip, “Okay, just… okay. I forgive you.”

    Lexie brushed herself off, smoothing out the wrinkles that Wendy’s massive weight would surely cause after pressing so tightly onto her. Adjusting the collar of her winter uniform, she looked back to her pudgy provider, who had yet ceased her sobbing. The great swell of her massive gut swelled and fell erratically with her crying, her face still twisted and puffy as thick tears ran down her chubby cheeks.

    Again, an attractive crier this girl was not.

    But she managed to suck it up pretty well. One pudgy hand eclipsed her deep blue eyes for a moment and rubbed at the both of them, emerging mostly dry but with the puffy redness of her outburst still very much intact. Her black bangs and the blueness of her eyes seemed accentuated by the pinkness of her face—from the tip of her nose to her second chin, Wendy’s face looked like a little fat tomato who got dumped on prom night.

    “Oh my God…” she sniffled in an attempt to compose herself, “I’m so sorry… for all of this. Look, if… if there’s anything I can do to make this up to you—“

    “—Actually,” Lexie interjected, coyly interlocking fingers with Wendy, “I was just thinking that such an occasion, y’know now that we’re being one hundred percent, completely and totally honest with each other, I was thinking that maybe a little something special is in order?”

    Wendy immediately brightened up, dabbing the corners of her puffy eyes with one hand while merrily swinging Lexie’s arm with the other.

    “Oh we could have a date night!” she announced happily, “I could have Daddy pay for a taxi and we could go into town. We could go out, see a movie, get dinner—“

    Lexie cleared her throat.

    “—Go shopping.” Wendy added hastily, a slight stutter detectable in her usually confident voice, “Oh I saw the cutest bracelet the other day. It’s a little pricey but it’s the least I could do for my sweet, beautiful, classy, forgiving girlfriend…”

    Lexie hummed happily as she walked through the halls of Buttercombe. She had a certain skip in her step that could only really be seen when one looked intently enough, but it was well justified. Things had been going great for Lexie ever since that little talk with Wednesday. The girl had been positively spoiling her recently, the jingling silver bracelet wrapped around her wrist proof enough of that, as well as a new necklace, a nice pair of earrings, and the 'Surprise' sound system that Wendy had set up in her dorm room. And plus, she'd had a prime view of Victoria Baumgartner's fantastic rack while in chemistry class.

    Lexie had, of course, known about it and been hinting at the sound system for a while whenever she and her lardy lover were hanging out in her suite and she would cast a not-so-subtle glance towards the impressive set up that Wendy had. Of course, that's not all that was new. No, it seemed that spoiling her had begun to have some rather... Unwelcome side effects. The way she had needed to size up her uniform was the biggest one, the small she had formerly sported having grown far too tight around her stomach and chest since the dozen or more dinner dates that she had been privy to. Her thicker thighs wobbled under her skirt a bit, and her hips swayed a bit more, but all in all, Lexie was incredibly pleased with all the things she'd received, apart from the 15 or so pounds that had come along with them.

    Still, she accepted it as something of a necessary evil. It seemed that every ounce that she gained, her bottom heavy sugar momma would heap more gifts her way. Was she concerned about porking up? Of course. But she had told herself she could lose it all once she finally decided to end things with Wendy, and she wouldn't be losing that amazing sound system. Maybe she could weasel out a flat screen TV from the heifer...

    The ginger-haired girl was snapped from her day dreaming as two arms snaked around her from behind. She blinked, recognizing them as the particularly plump forearms of her girlfriend. "Hello there, lovergirl." The fat heiress said, smiling as Lexie jumped a bit in surprise before turning to her girlfriend and smiling, looking the wide-load up and down.

    This was one addition to her relationship with the young Steinway heiress that Lexie was not terribly fond of, however. The way her face was now slightly rounded, and her upper arms now sagged (more) heavily over her elbows. The way her gut strained her blouse now and the skirts she wore were pulled tight to the point that Lexie could hear the seams creaking, as though they might burst at any moment. Yes, it seemed like for every pound that Lexie had gained, Wendy had gained two. Judging by the diamonds of pale flesh poking out between the buttons of her uniform, she might have even guess three in some cases (Though, she couldn't say she had much of an eye for those kinds of things). "O-oh, hey Wendy." She said, that forced smile now coming so naturally to her from months of practice. "I, um... I was just admiring my bracelet, I didn't even hear you come up."

    She hadn't, but she was simply amazed that such an event could occur. After all, her girlfriend stood before her, slightly red-faced and puffing-Lexie assumed she was out of breath from having to catch up with her-and she swore that the hallway was starting to shake a bit every time she took a step, but that could well have just been her imagination.

    "You're such an airhead." Wendy teased playfully, grabbing her hand in hers, her plump, slightly-sausage like fingers entwining with her own nimble digits. "I was just heading to the cafeteria, wanna join me?"

    Internally, Lexie groaned. It always seemed like this whale was either coming to or from the cafeteria these days. The two of them would often find themselves inside the lavish dining room three or four times a day, and that was on top of all the room service and snacks that Wendy seemed to always have on hand. Piling on top of that the dinner dates, well, Lexie frankly wasn't surprised that her lover was blowing up like a parade-float.

    Her forced smile barely faltered at these thoughts as she said, "Sure, that sounds nice. I'm a pretty hungry." She pat her stomach for emphasis, making Wendy grin from ear to ear. Over the past few months, Lexie had been finding small little buttons to press that riled her growing girlfriend up, and that was definitely one of them. Sure, it was a bit weird, but she was playing a part, and the gifts only seemed to be getting bigger and bigger as time went on.

    'A lot like her...' She thought, shooting a sideways glance at the enormous rump swaying beside her, bouncing up and down under her skirt like jumbo waterballoons as they approached the cafeteria


    Unbeknownst to Lexie, Wendy’s extra pounds were hardly as accidental as they might have seemed.

    Lexie often found herself staring at Wendy’s double-wide hips, idly wondering to herself just how in the world one allowed an ass to get so fat. It was just so… there. So very present in any and all conversations and activities the two had together. Be it in the two chairs that Wednesday was forced to wrangle so she could sit at the table in the cafeteria, the relieved groan that the sofa let out whenever she got up on movie nights, or even in just the way they walked together. Right now one of Wendy’s saddlebag thighs was brushing against Lexie’s own ivory skirt sticks, and they were far too far apart for that to be normal.

    She gripped the chubby hand in hers as it told her to swing, her doughy arm swaddled in fat wobbling with the slight motion. Her pace was so painfully slow, her heavy breathing and frequent stops a constant source of irritation for the ginger girl.

    Lexie looked up (catching sight of her girlfriend’s growing second chin) and realized that the two of them had made eye contact. Rather, Wendy had caught her staring at her ass.

    Lexie looked away as best she could, cheeks crackling with pinkness, as Wendy crinkled her nose knowingly. The favor was indeed returned and raised a swift slap across Lexie’s left cheek, causing the younger of the two to shiver inwardly.

    Beside her, Wendy bit her bottom lip.

    “See something you like?” she asked coyly, “Nobody window shops that long.”

    “Wh-What, I wasn’t—“ Lexie snapped, whipping around in defense of her actions, “I just… thought you were wearing a new skirt is all… h-honeybuns…”

    Wendy let a low chuckle pass under her breath, her coy smile firmly rooted between her chubby dimpled cheeks. She tilted slightly on her hip, revealing a sliver of pale porcelain pudge that oozed out over the waistband of her skirt, and pressed slightly into her girlfriend’s side with her obstructively obtuse thighs, knocking her off-kilter.

    Lexie looked down at Wendy’s gut, outlined clearly by her Buttercombe blouse and blazer, and watched it bob and brush against her side. Her eyes travelled upwards to Wendy, who bat her lashes playfully in Lexie’s direction.

    “Yeeees?” Lexie asked, that practiced smile perfect, “Something I can help you with, sweetie?”

    “Oh nothing.” Wendy answered with that coquettish grin, “I just wanted to know if you noticed anythiiiiing… different? About me?”

    Their pace slowed slightly, but did not stop, as Lexie took stock in her girlfriend’s appearance. The enormous heiress looked hopeful, a mock sex face plastered on her rounded features. Even at their slower pace, Wendy’s entirety still managed to shake and shimmy beneath the protective tarp that was her Buttercombe uniform. Her gigantic ass causing her skirt to ride up in the back…

    “Did you, um, do your hair differently?”—Don’t say you’re fatter.

    “Nooo…” Wendy smiled, “Guess again.”

    “Are yooooou… trying a different color makeup?”—Don’t say that she’s put on weight!

    “No, silly.” Wendy placed one hand alluringly on the shelf of her mountainous ass region as the other fell limply against her side, “You’re telling me you really don’t see anything different about li’l ol’ me?”

    Don’t ask if her butt needed its own zip code yet. Don’t ask if she weighed herself on the Richter scale. Don’t say she’s—

    “Have you lost weight?” Lexie lied, causing the perky expression on her leading lady to fall flat immediately…

    What, she panicked!

    “Oh forget it.” Wendy rolled her eyes and grabbed Lexie’s hand again, “You’re lucky you’re so darn cute, Missy, or I might have to start getting mad when you don’t notice I gussy myself up for you.” She huffed, lumbering down the hallway at a steadier pace now that she wasn’t posing.

    “Sorry sweetie… I um, I’ve been stressed out lately.” Lexie smiled pleadingly, “Big test in Biology, and Mrs. Broadas has been a real bitch about it.”

    Lexie felt her head lowered as a chubby hand was placed on the back of her ginger beer locks. Another pat her back lovingly as it lay on Wendy’s well insulated shoulder.

    “Oh I know honey you’re having a rough week, I shouldn’t get mad at you.” She coochy-cooed apologetically, “Tell you what, you come over later tonight and we’ll have a nice little study date?” Wendy leaned in closer and whispered, “I’ll bring the whipped cream…?”

    “N-No no!” Lexie shook her head violently, “I, um, have my test next period! G-Gotta study through lunch!”

    Here she held up her bio notebook, her reluctance hidden behind a façade of shyness.

    “Okay, okay. Suit yourself, hot legs.” Wendy said with a lick of her lips, “More for me.”

    Lexie sighed as she reached her dorm room after a long day. Classes had been draining and skipping lunch had been a terrible idea. She'd eaten too much after classes to make up for it, and she was feeling bloated and sluggish now as a result. All she wanted to do was go in and lay down for a bit, maybe listen to some music or watch a show before bed. Saxophone practice could wait until tomorrow, as could the bit of homework she had yet to finish.

    She fumbled with her keys, and eventually slipped them inside the lock, but as she turned it, she paused. It was unlocked. That was weird... She always locked her door. She wasn't exactly paranoid that someone would break in , but the idea of losing all her hard-earned new gifts was a frightening enough thought that she did it anyways.

    The fact that it was unlocked worried Lexie quite a bit. Had someone really broken in? Was her speaker system still there?!

    Her eyes widened as she opened the door, half expecting some tough thug to be there, smuggling out with all of her jewelry from the window in the back, however unlikely it seemed. What was waiting for her was almost the complete opposite and it made her jaw drop.

    Laid out across her bed, wearing a wry a grin and little else was Wednesday Steinway in all her fleshy, pale glory. She was dressed in a black lace bra that hugged her (For her size) rather small bust, cutting deep lines into her soft sides and back fat, her arm flab covering much of the band as the straps cut into her shoulder, most of which were covered by her raven locks. Her gelatinous stomach sat beneath her as she lay upon it, the fat pooling out underneath her a bit as though it were reaching for the sides of her double bed. Lexie could tell the girl was wearing panties, but the backs had been swallowed up by her enormously fat, dimpled rear. She noticed that it even sagged onto her upper thighs a bit, which were also coated in a layer of cellulite that looked like it was jiggling from her breathing alone. One leg was kicked up in the air behind her in a sort of mock pin up pose, but she looked less like a model and more like someone who had eaten a model.

    Her round cheeks dimpled as she grinned, her eyes half-lidded to reveal her well done mascara and eye-liner, her lips a bright shade of red as she spoke, "Surprise." Her voice was sultry, almost husky, and it sounded a bit like she had rolled her R's into a slight purr. Lexie glanced behind her to the still open door and then shut it, gulping.

    "W-wendy, um, h-how did... Wh-why are you..." Lexie stammered, wholly taken aback by the situation before her as Wendy giggled and shifted into a kneeling position on her bed, making the springs creak and the frame groan audibly, her whole body wobbling from the awkward shift in posture.

    "I told the RA I'd left something in your room that I needed for class." She said with a rather proud giggle attached to the end of her statement. She said it as casually as someone who had bumped into her at a coffee shop, not someone whose crimes included breaking and entering. Well, Lexie supposed, it was probably just entering... "Now come here... My cutie pie girlfriend seems like she's had a very long day, and I know just the thing that could help alleviate some stress." She teased with a wink of her long lashes, her baby blues flashing with a hunger Lexie normally only saw before taco tuesdays in the cafeteria.

    Lexie gulped, unsure what her next move should be.

    Lexie’s gaze ping-ponged to opposite ends of the bedroom, desperately trying not to let her eyes settle on the wide-waisted whale that was crushing her box spring. Her fluster was showing, cheeks bright like stop lights. She stammered unintelligibly, her mouth hung agape as her thoughts clouded with the difficult situation that she found herself in.

    She’d gotten out of situations with Wendy like this before; the only question being how to do it again…?

    “W-Wendy, baby, I really… appreciate what you’re trying to do b-but I really have to…” she paused noticeably, dipping into what she remembered of the day so that her stories lined up, “Study! Study, I have to study. You know, school comes first. My Bio grade is in the toilet right now and I… can’t afford any distractions right now.”

    Wendy, still knelt on the bed, pooched her lower lip out into an exaggerated pout. She fell slightly and crossed her arms under her flabby breasts and squeezed them using her bloated upper arms, forcing her cleavage to swell.

    “Oh, that’s too bad.” Wendy bat her eyelashes in feigned disappointment, “And after all the trouble I went to make tonight special...”

    Lexie’s large lover bent over the side of the bed, stretching one arm down to the floor and gripping a previously unseen shopping bag (in the process of bending over, Wendy’s lower half stuck straight up in the air and gave Lexie a front-row seat in the IMAX screen that was her ass). Pulling the black bag up onto the bed with her, Wendy plopped her enormous ass down on top of her calves, sitting down while she rummaged through the apparent trouble she’d gone through.

    “What is that?” Lexie asked

    “Oh it’s nothing now…” Wendy led slyly, “Just… well, remember when we watched that really awful movie last week? I saw how you were staring at the lingerie scene and, well…”

    Lexie had actually been checking out the actress, and doing her best to imagine her without clothes. But as Wendy’s fat forearms and hands emerged to dramatically unfurl the red silk nightie, Lexie had to admit that it certainly wasn’t the worst thing from that movie. It looked really nice. Really expensive. Maybe if she’d had something like that a while back, she and Heather Klinken would have worked out…

    “Oh wow, this is great.” Lexie didn’t lie, “But... I really have to study, Wendy.”

    Another pout to replace the sliver of a smile that had taken its place.

    “You know, that wasn’t the only thing I picked up…” Wendy delved back into the bag to pull out a fancy glass bottle with an atomizer at the top, “I went into town to pick up your outfit for tonight and I passed this—“ here she sprayed a mist of the perfume in the air, “And… I guess I thought you’d like it.”

    Lexie took a deep inhale. It was a fruity scent that she didn’t particularly dislike. In fact, she really liked it…

    “Well I guess I could… try it on.” Lexie’s pitch elevated with excitement as a greedy grin of giddiness spread her cheeks, “You did go to all this trouble.”

    Wendy’s smile returned with a vengeance, leaning forwards onto the bed and propping herself up with her thick arms. She breathed heavily, no doubt all this movement was tiring the big girl out. Despite this, there was a definite eagerness to the way she smiled, a hunger that twinkled in her eyes. The bed creaked and groaned erratically at the sudden shift in weight, Wendy rocking slightly on all fours to give Lexie a tantalizing taste of her tubby tits.

    “Good girl.” Wendy purred, leaning in close to Lexie, “Hurry out, Sexy Lexie.”

    Wendy punctuated her point by slapping Lexie on the ass, eliciting a surprised “Oh!” from the reluctantly aroused redhead…

    ***


    Lexie sure didn’t feel sexy.

    The extra twenty or so pounds she’d picked up made her look pudgy. And in this ridiculous thing, that meant that her pot-belly was on complete display—the opening in the red silk nightie framed her softening middle with an upside down V, even as it bulged over the matching panties. The only good thing she could say about her new outfit was that it fit; something that she couldn’t say about a lot of the things that Wendy had bought her anymore.

    She wasn’t worried about impressing Wendy. She was worried about that paunch. Sure Wendy liked it, and that was great for getting jewelry or perfume or clothes or the occasional fancy dinner, but it was an entirely different story when she was looking at herself in the mirror.

    The confidence sapped out of her, Lexie opened the bathroom door. Wendy was laying on her side, facing the door. Her giant stomach swelled out in front of her and pooled on the bed, laying there lazily as she stroked it with one hand. Her zaftig thighs flared out even as she lay down, one kicked up temptingly as the enabling heiress licked her lips.

    Instead of striking a pose or rubbing her belly or some stupid shit Wendy would have liked, Lexie just kind of stood there in the doorway—feeling absolutely ridiculous and ready to get this thing off of her.

    “Hey.” Wendy purred

    “Hey.” Lexie answered flatly

    “That thing looks… great on you.” Wendy said with a hungry smile, “You pull it off so much better.”

    “Thanks.” Lexie pursed her lips, “Look, I tried it on. Can I study now? Alone?”

    “What’s wrong, sweetie?” Wendy asked, half surly and half concerned, “You don’t like it?”

    A sigh escaped the paunchy ginger, her conscious mind imagining just how stupid and chubby this outfit made her look. It was one thing for her to have put on weight when everyone wore the same uniform (and everyone was getting fat) but it was another thing entirely for her to have to try and… be sexy with this. Her pounds had been bothering her for a while now off and on, battling between “it’s okay I get stuff” and “It’s not okay, I’m getting fucking fat” for months now. Knowing Wendy’s preferences certainly didn’t help matters on her off days. This was an off day.

    “No, I don’t.” Lexie huffed, “I feel gross.”

    “Well you certainly don’t look gross.” Wendy purred, “I think you’re drop-dead gorgeous, Legs.”

    Despite herself, Lexie found herself a little satisfied with that. The tight scowl that had creased her lips over the course of her time in the bathroom cracked slightly, a tiny smile Wendy’s reward for cheering her up. Of course Wendy would think that she was hot, given that she had more or less done this to her. But still, the compliment alone made her feel a little less hideous.

    “Really?” she asked

    “If you’ll come over here, I’ll show you how beautiful I think you are.” Wendy said thickly, reaching past her great swollen gut to pat the space beside her…

    Well, it had finally happened. After months and months of dating, the caustic couple had finally done the deed. Lexie slumped back against the bed, sweating lightly and her face bright red from release as she caught her breath. The springs on the bed creaked loudly as Wendy collapsed beside her, panting like she'd run a marathon instead of performing the horizontal monster-mash with her lover.

    Wendy's thick arms wrapped around Lexie as she pulled her in close, the redhead pressing deeply in to her luxuriously soft bulk. The idea made her gag a bit, that there was just so much of her girlfriend that she could envelope her. It was almost as though she had a separate mattress behind her... In a weird way, though, it felt nice. She was soft, and warm... And she definitely hadn't been faking it when her fingers were digging into the sheets while Wendy had grown intimately familiar with the space between her thighs. Lexie had to admit, she may not have been a looker, but the girl was good with her mouth. Those pretty pink limps of hers gently kissed the back of her neck as they snuggled. Lexie smiled. Maybe there were some perks to this relationship aside from all the stuff.

    "That was amazing." Wednesday purred as she nuzzled into the ginger-beer locks of the woman wrapped in her embrace. "Definitely worth the wait." She had apparently caught her breath and was now enjoying laying there in the afterglow with Lexie.

    Most of all, though, Lexie felt something she hadn't felt in a while. She felt good. Beautiful... She felt... Sexy. Studying could wait until tomorrow... For now, she had something she needed to take care of.

    Turning over, a wicked glint in her eyes, she grabbed Wendy's soft shoulders and pushed her down against the bed, her tongue snaking into the surprised black-haired girl's mouth. Parting, Lexie kissed her on her padded chest, then crawled back on the bed, her fingers entwining with the waistband of the girl's panties as she grinned impishly, tugging on them.

    Oh yes, tonight was going to be fun.

    Things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan.

    Consciously, Lexie knew that.

    Ever since she and Wednesday had made love that night in her dorm room there was an undeniable sense of closeness between the two of them, which was exactly the opposite of what Lexie had intended for this relationship when it began.

    While they already spent plenty of time together—going to movies, little strolls in the courtyard, eating out, going to and from most classes, hanging out in Wendy’s room, eating out—there was a definite change of atmosphere post-coitus that was lacking before. Instead of the painful and practiced responses that Lexie had been throwing around for the better part of their relationship, her answers were quickly becoming more honest and natural. Lexie would laugh just a little harder at Wendy’s jokes, blush a bit deeper every time she did something embarrassing, and linger just a bit on every enveloping embrace.

    Lexie could sense the change in presence between them, and she didn’t like it.

    It was all she could do to stop herself from looking forward to every entertainingly tantalizing text message from her fat-bottomed girlfriend. To release her bottom lip as she bit down on it every time Wendy called her “Legs” and slapped her ass. She hated that now, months into her guilt-free glut of gifts, most of Wendy’s presents were too nice to wear. They might get ruined.

    Too nice to wear, but certainly not too nice to use.

    Lexie felt a little better, more vindicated in her cause, as she gripped the clear plastic cup of Starbucks coffee. Deliciously decadent drink at the tips of her fingers, brought to her by the good people at Starbucks and Wendy’s weighty wallet. Something about the non-essential nature of such a frivolous thing right here in her dorm room made her feel a little better about where she felt she stood with Wendy—rather, her wallet.

    She took a slurp.

    Lexie tottered over to the couch and plopped down with a satisfied grunt, contented with her caffeinated love-bribe. She took a little sip as a slight vibration sounded against her leg. She instictively whipped out her phone—a snapchat from Wendy.

    The Steinway heiress looked into the camera as she suckled on a brick of chocolate. Two tastefully bitten bites had already been removed, artfully eaten by Wendy herself no doubt. Her cheeks looked a little rounder every time Lexie cared to notice it, her double chin more and more apparent, encompassing more and more of her neck. Whereas before she had been indistinguishable from any other girl from the neck up, Wendy’s face had started to catch up with the rest of her. The rest of her being her other favorite thing to send Lexie over snapchat. Parts of it.

    What she could fit in the frame.

    Mostly ass shots.

    ‘yummy c:’

    The corners of Lexie’s lips tugged slightly into a smile. She brought the cup of coffee closer to her lips with one hand, holding out her (new!) phone with the front camera switched on. She took a picture of herself slurping the coffee cutely.

    Lexie did her best to keep her pics tasteful. Neck up, mostly.

    Mostly.

    ‘not as yummy as mine ;u’

    A little giggle escaped her as she sent it, the little ghost icon dancing as if to match her unfounded giddiness. It was little stuff like that, the little giggles and the cute pics they sent, that let Lexie know that things had changed between them.

    And she didn’t like it.

    Lexie's mind was abuzz with thoughts. Her recent reflection on her relationship making her rather flustered as she sat back on her bed with a huff, her phone in her outstretched arm beside her. What was she doing? She wasn't actually falling for that... that cow, was she?

    'No, of course not.' She mentally reassured herself, placing her free hand on her forehead and sighing. Her phone buzzed in her other hand, making her sit up a bit, her head leaning up to glance at the screen of her fancy new smartphone. It accentuated the slight bulge of fat around her lower chin, not that she actually realized how much of a double chin it seemed to make her have.

    The phone of the screen gave her pause. Instead of the happy little yellow-bordered ghost she had expected, she saw the green chat bubble of a text. "Room 247, Building 6..." The preview read as she sat up on the bed, her burgeoning potbelly bunching up into rolls under her uniform as she did. Sliding a thicker finger across the screen, she blinked. The message only added, "45 minutes," to the preview, leaving the bewildered ginger-haired girl both curious and bit a nervous.

    She stood and stared at the text, her brow furrowed and she scowled. She bet this was Mandy. She didn't know why, or how she had gotten her number, but she had a feeling this mysterious message was the doing of the dark-haired cow who still called herself Wendy's "Real Girlfriend". She had gotten a few friend requests and spiteful comments from clearly fake names, but nothing quite like this before.

    Sighing, she stood, her phone buzzing as another snapchat came across her phone as she readied herself for whatever was to come.

    Some time later, the girl sighed, stepping in to the classroom to find...

    It was Mandy, albeit much more of Mandy than she could have ever imagined.

    Lexie’s initial meeting with Wednesday’s evil ex had been months ago, when she pitched a bitch in the cafeteria after seeing the two together for the first time. The last time Lexie had actually seen her was just a few weeks after that in an impromptu interrogation set up so that she could grill the girthy gal about Wendy’s peculiar tendency to blow up her girlfriends like balloons—to which Mandy expressed a great interest in regaining both the romantic and physical benefits that came with being with Wendy Steinway. At the time Lexie had hardly cared about the possibility of competition, but…

    No, she still didn’t care.

    Her phone buzzed at her hip again, another text from Wendy. She quietly ignored it.

    “Hi there, Lexie.” Mandy’s malevolence was barely hidden beneath her practiced beauty-queen smile and shallow breathing, “Thanks for coming out all this way.”

    Mandy Conners was already a very big girl months ago, when she had left Lexie with a cryptic call to “watch her back.” Lexie had initially thought that Mandy meant to cause her some kind of bodily harm (because that’s just logical, right?), but eventually their meeting just faded to memory as more pressing matters came and went. However now it seemed that any harm that would come to her from Mandy came with the understanding that she had allowed the snobby swine to catch her—and that she could ever unwedge herself from that desk…

    How she even got in there was a mystery to Lexie. Her gut folded over the surface of the table, and her ample side-fat enveloped the bar that connected the two parts. Her fat legs splayed out from either side, no doubt to make room for her globular stomach, and her melons splayed to either side; kept in place only by her pillowy arms. Her face, chinned twice over, was framed by her long black hair as she bared her fangs in the fakest smile that anyone had ever seen.

    Lexie was not unaccustomed to watching girls put on the pounds—certainly not in this school, anyway—but Mandy Conner’s rapid expansion was downright unprecedented. Curvy Kaitlin from Bio and that fat bitch Ms. Faust had absolutely nothing on the stunning and shocking swelling of Lexie’s least favorite elitist fat bitch on campus.

    “’Sup?” Lexie asked flatly, trying not to look too shocked at the sight she saw before her, “What, um… what did you want to talk about?”

    Mandy reached over her fat tit and pat a nearby desk, causing an audible strain on her overgrown girth. As Lexie took her seat, she could hear the difficulty that being crammed into such a small space was having on Mandy. Her breathing was shallow and sharp, and that desk cut really deep into her stomach…

    “I just…” Mandy huffed, “I just wanted to…

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