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Chapter #11

Meal for one please

    by: Unknown
Flicking the switch back on for her console, Sung tried to get her head back into the game; but she wasn’t feeling it anymore. That spat with her new roommate had thrown her off her game completely. Rather than risk a sloppy performance and a potential drop in her rankings online, Sung decided to go out and join the rest of the school in the cafeteria for the beginning of the year speech.

The sunlight felt like it was trying to burn Sung’s iris’s as she opened her bedroom door. God now she remembered why she stayed inside most of the time. Even her ghostly-white skin felt like it was going to burn in the mild Autumn sun as it streamed through the windows.

Slipping on a pair of shoes, Sung headed for the door, grabbing her keycard on the way and making sure to shut the door with enough of a slam to let Yumi know she was pissed.

As Sung stormed down the halls her anger began to dissipate, being eventually replaced by an uncertain feeling. All these people, around her, ugh they were probably staring at her, looking at how fat she was. Sung crossed her arms over her huge chest as she walked between a pair of heavyweight seniors. The elephantine blonde and dark-haired hippo paid her no heed as she slipped between them; but all the same Sung felt like these girls twice her size were judging her excess fat. Her top, once picked out for its ability to show off her cavernous cleavage to the online masses, was now making her feel very uncomfortable walking around in public. God everyone could tell she had put on weight couldn’t they?

Tugging her shirt lower to cover the sliver of a pot-belly that was left exposed simply tugged her chest, exposing more breast-flesh to everyone.

Finally arriving in the grand cafeteria hall brought some relief to Sung; at least here people were more interested in food than her expanding curves. Ignoring the beautiful decor and grand scale of the room, Sung marched straight for the buffet.

She was quite the comfort eater as well, and today’s combination of her run-in with her roommate and the judgmental eyes of her peers made sure the Korean gamer was grabbing far more than someone who worried about their figure should. Burgers, fries, anything greasy would do really.

Finding a seat was the next social minefield. Sung walked around, unintentionally putting a massive swing in her fat hips as she looked for an empty table. As she passed the students of all shapes and sizes there were a few that stole glances at her. Some looked towards her middle, where her new potbelly bounced and rippled with each step; god could they not look at that please!? But some (especially those that had not met the girl before; hell some girls had gone two years at Buttercombe without spotting Sung leave her "gaming-cave") looked higher, at her mountainous breasts as they wrestled inside her top; hmmmph just jealous! With their itty bitty titties compared to Sung's gorgeous melons.

Finally finding a lone seat, Sung plopped her bodacious bottom down and tucked in. Mmmm, god the food here was good; Sung had almost forgotten how delicious the food here was, normally she just sat in her room twenty-four-seven and snacked. Occasionally Sung stopped ploughing through her burger to brush the crumbs of her massive sweater puppies; they were so big that they were kinda intrusive, blocking any detritus from her food as it fell towards the tabletop.

As Sung ate, the pinching feeling from around her waist grew more severe. She knew that her pants button had been a struggle to do up this morning, but would one meal really cause this much discomfort? Lowering a free hand to her waist, Sung tugged her clothes a bit lower, letting her slight potbelly plop over her waistband. There, that was better.

Partway through her meal Ms Polluck came up on stage to give a speech. Sung ignored the plump headmistress, she had heard it all before, why interrupt this warm tasty food for it?

But as Ms Polluck finished, and Sung began to lick the stray sauce from her fingers…
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