Hi, welcome to Sally's Barbecue. My name's Stephanie, I'll be your waitress. Hey, I know you! You're from Ms. Henly's class right? I sit behind you all the time. So, are you ready to order? Ok, so that's a pulled pork sandwich, fries and a beer. I'll go call this in. Hey, were you staring at my ass? Just because we work in skin tight black yoga pants that show off our awesome legs doesn't give fat boys like you the right to look at us like that.

Times are changing lardass. The university is now 57% female. Yeah, only 43% male. And you guys are getting really faaaat. I'll poke your belly for emphasis. Right now half of all boys on campus are overweight, compared to only 30% of girls. To put it another way, 21.5% of campus is composed of well rounded boys while only 17% is composed of a similar number of girls. Stats are fun huh porky? Not only are you boys the fatter sex, but our numbers are going down while yours are going up. We're working our asses off to slim down, and you boys are just blowing up like balloons!

You're such a butterball, I bet you wake up late, eat a donut and drive to class. You can't even sit comfortably behind a desk . Then you waddle yourself home where you just lay around all day playing video games, stuffing yourself as you get your high score. You're even worse when you're with friends. You guzzle beer until your belly is crammed full. Then to top it off, you order pizza, burgers and junk food you chubby glutton. The next day you just roll out and do it all over again.

Do you know what my day is like, huh blimp boy? I get up at 7am sharp.  I do my morning exercise routine, shower and eat a light breakfast before biking to class. After class I go to the cafeteria to hang with my hot, fit girlfriends before hitting the gym. Nothing better than working out a fit body. Look at these muscles, I'm like an amazon! It's only a matter of time before the definition of femininity changes to better reflect... Oh, looks like your food is ready.

Did you check out my ass again? If you're going to act like a pig, let's see you eat like a pig. Mmm, tender pork and crisp, salty fries. Dig in tubbo. Wash it all down with that refreshing beer. Mmmm, you're enjoying this. I'm enjoying it too, I've fantasized about plump boys like you for quite some time now. At first I watched you in the cafeteria. I really love the way you try to hide your gut as you eat, it's so cute. I began to fantasize about kissing you. Our lips locking as I blew air into you, expanding your already large middle. Slowly, you became rounder and rounder, your skin tightening until, you popped. I think I've popped you at least a hundred times now.

The version I love the most is the one where I bend over during class and turn you on with my ass. You have so much sexual energy but it has nowhere to go. Your ample belly begins to bulge. Soon, you're just a big blimp boy, MY big blimp boy, and you're ready to burst. I turn and kiss you tenderly on your taut belly, my red lipstick leaving a perfect set of lips. It's all too much for you to handle.

For the past month I've been buying 42 inch balloons. I write your name on it, then I imagine you as I fuck it, using my powerful thighs to straddle and squeeze you. But I don't want balloons anymore, I want the real thing. I've been coming to class in increasingly tighter outfits, but that didn't get your attention. So here we are, and I know I've got your attention. I'll fuck you right here in the restaurant, so everyone here can see your bulging, stuffed belly squeezed between my thighs. Come here balloon boy, I'm going to make you pop!