OC: School Sweetheart part 1

     I had never expected to have a day like this change my life.

     It was just another day at school. Entering my classroom I dropped my bag next to my desk, collapsed into my seat, and glanced at the front board. First period math, always a pain. I leaned back in my seat letting myself drift off. I had a few minutes before class started and wanted to catch up on the sleep I'd been missing.

     I wouldn't get the chance.

     Screech!!

     I jumped at the sound of steel chair legs scrapping on the vinyl floor. I turned around to see what had caused it, and down a desk three rows behind me was one of the greatest surprises of my life.

     Struggling to get into her desk was a girl, unlike anyone I had ever met before. She was unbelievable huge, her whole body overflowing with fat. Her school uniform, a button-up white blouse with a black skirt barely fit her, her bulk making the fabric nearly skin tight. It was clearly custom made, with obvious stitches and unique cuts, but it clearly hadn't helped. Her skin was ghostly pale, yet for someone of her girth was remarkably smooth and unblemished. Her elephantine thighs were as far around as any normal girl's waist would have been, rolls of adipose made her knees smooth. Two bulbous ass cheeks made visible under the strain of her clothes pulled up a skirt that was supposed to go past her knees to barely being appropriate, hiding her panties and little else. Her exercise ball sized stomach was her problem, the huge blob was the largest part of her body by far and was pushing against the lip of her desk, fighting against her to be confined in the seat. Every time she'd try another heave to squeeze onto her chair, her breast, two perky orbs as large as her head, who bounce and jiggle, trying to burst out of the top they were already half freed from. Her plush face was screwed up in concentration, plump lips and a button nose gently placed beneath a set of warm brown eyes. Even her hair was large, straight black locks framing her face and reaching down to brush the hem of her skirt.

     After struggling and jiggling herself for a few more moments she finally managed to squish herself into her seat. Despite the fact that her thighs were hanging off the edges of her chair slightly and her belly was trying to eat her desk, she looked satisfied. Taking a second to place her backpack next to her desk, she looked up ahead of her.

     Our eyes locked.

     Blushing, I spun forward, hoping she didn't see the red on my face. Before anything else could happen, the teacher walked through the door and began to greet the class. As our lessons started, I tried to put all my attention into my work, trying to distract myself from the feeling of two earthy eyes burning the back of my head.

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     Ring!!

     The bell rang, signaling the end of first period. As the students poured out of the classroom I tried to pack up my papers as fast as I could. But, as I shoved the papers in my bag I heard the scrapping of a chair and the soft pounding of heavy footfalls. I froze. The girl was walking towards the front, and the quickest way out was past me. I tried not look at her as she surged by. Her massive belly brushed my arm as she passed, and she stopped. I looked at her in surprise as she smiled down at me. Leaning over to let her belly lean on my arm she whispered to me.

     "Find me after school."

      I gaped at her in shock as she waddled out the classroom. I couldn't tell if the jiggling of her rear, the two giant cheeks fighting to get above each other, was intentional or not.

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     The rest of my classes went by in a blur, a large image blocking my mind from anything else, when the last bell of the day rang I stumbled out of my class and made my way to the front of the school.

     It wasn't hard to spot her outside, a boulder in the river of students that flowed around her. Mustering my courage, I made my way over to her. 

     She turned towards me as I walked up to her, giving me a thousand watt smile that pushed her first chin into her second one. "Hello there Mr. Hungry Eyes," she teased, "how are you?" I tried to stammer out a response about how I hadn't been staring, how she was mistaken, but she cut me off as I was speaking. "Really?" she said, her smile turning into a pout, "I'm sure that there's no way anyone could like a big, plump, fat blob like." She punctuated her sentence by slapping her belly, sending a wave of jiggling adipose across her expansive belly and causing one of the stitches on her shirt to fray slightly. "Oops."

     I couldn't look away.

     Grinning, she turned away and started waddling towards the parking lot. "Oh, by the way Mr. Hungry Eyes," she called back, making sure everyone could hear my nickname, "The name is Clara, and we're going to get to know each other." I walked after Clara, shrugging of the stares of the rest of the student body and followed her to the sea of cars.

     She finally stopped at the point where parents came to pick up students, waiting. "Hurry up Mr. Hungry Eyes, you're slow." She yelled back with a laugh. It had to be easy for her to say. Despite how slow she waddled, people quickly got out of her way, while I had to weave through the crowd she left in her wake. When I caught up to her I saw her eyes catch on one of the cars rolling up the road, and I followed her gaze to see it. 

     I could hardly believe it has a black limousine rolled up to the curb, stopping right in front of Clara. Without missing a beat, she strode over to the car, opened the rear door, and vanished inside. The car didn't move, and Clara hadn't closed the door behind her, but I hesitated.

     "Mr. Hungry Eyes," Clara called form inside the limo, "Are you coming or not?" Making my decision, I entered the limo.

     The inside was surprisingly spacious, the cream colored interior giving an air of luxury. Two sides of the limo each had a single long seat the stretched down to the ends, closer to being couches than car seats. A section was missing from my side to make room for a door, as there was no door on the other side. The two ends of our section had a mini fridge on the end to my left and a divider that separated the driver from us on the right. Between the two lines of plush seating was a small space to use as leg room.

      Sitting on the far side of the limo was Clara, who was leaning back and clearly relaxed. Her belly had surged forward, seeming even bigger up close. I moved to sit across from her, but Clara patted the seat next to her, a small spot place between her and the divider. "Uh-uh," she said, "It's rude to shy away from a host. I think we should be a bit more personable, if we don't want to stay strangers." Unable to refuse her, I sat down next to her. Even on the long seats like these, I couldn't help but notice the feeling of Clara's soft thigh pressing against mine. Almost soundlessly, the limo pulled away.

     We sat like that in silence for a while, letting the dull sound of the engine fill the void between us. I sat there awkwardly fidgeting and trying to sink into the seat due to Clara's closeness, while she practically filled the whole space with both her fat and her her presence, like the very fact I was here was something she could gloat about. Eventually, though, Clara must have gotten bored.

     "Mr. Hungry Eyes." Clara said, shattering the quiet. I jumped to awareness, having been lulled by the motion of the limo and Clara's warmth. "I'm thirsty, could you please get me a drink from the fridge? I'd really appreciate it." Clara asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me. I didn't know why she was asking me, when she was closer, but I couldn't refuse her. Leaning over in front of her, being careful to mind the distance between us, and opened the fridge. The only thing inside were two liter bottles of cola, and I couldn't be I could pick one up with just one hand. Stretching even further, I wrapped my second hand around the bottle and started to pull back.

     Just then, Clara bounced, Her whole body surging forward and slamming into me. I gasped as her jiggling mass pushed onto mine, her belly squishing against my torso, so soft it felt like being whacked by an over sized pillow, and one of her breasts briefly brushing my cheek. I slammed back into my seat, so red I was sure I was glowing. Wordlessly Clara lifted the cola from me, cracked open the bottle with a hiss, and took swig. "Sorry about that." Clara said after she swallowed her drink, "Bumpy ride."

     The car ride was as smooth as it had ever been.

     Ignoring my embarrassment, Clara started to drink the cola. I couldn't stop from staring as she did it. And as I saw the way her deep brown eyes looked at me, she knew it. She made a show of tipping back the bottle and slowly letting herself chug the liquid. With each swallow she sent a wave of motion down her two chins, sending the barest of ripples across her breasts. Before long the bottle was empty, just a few resistance drops clinging to the bottom. How could she hold her breath for so long I had no idea. With a satisfied burp, Clara settled into her seat, her belly slightly sloshing from the liquid inside. 

     Clara was entertained enough to last the rest of the journey.

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     Eventually we must have reached our destination, as the limo slowed to a stop. "Ladies first." Clara said moving towards the door. For a moment the only thing I could see was Clara's rear, the huge twin moons filling my entire vision, and were gone with a jiggle as she moved outside. Dazed, I followed after her. 

     If I was doubting her wealth before, it was certain now. 

     We were in front of an extravagant mansion, a huge building that anyone would struggle to call a house. It had to be at least a quarter the size of the school, the white walls reaching wide to form rows of windows and up three stories tall. Below my feet was a paved path the limo had taken, circling to the front door and reaching off to what had to be a four car garage, which the limo was driving to now. The double door in front of us was grand, far taller than either of us, with a large brass knocker that I doubted could back a sound against the rich wood. Unfazed by my shock, Clara sashayed as best she could up to the front door and pushed it open. "Welcome to my abode," she said with a giggle and a  smile, her cheeks forming fatty dimples due to her mirth, "Make yourself at home."

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Part 2: School Sweetheart part 2