Chapter 178 - #178 /the royal advisors/

I found Doe in the room that was at one point likely the kitchen. I say it had been the kitchen because to discern anything about it or it’s original purpose was immensely difficult, owing to the copious amount of food inside. Pizza boxes piled high and steaming reached almost to the ceiling, surrounded by copious two liters, and padded by many bags of potato chips. Along with copious other greasy party food sides. It was enough food to feed a sports stadium let alone a party of a single generation of high school graduates. It made a certain amount of sense I supposed. Mindy herself had a huge appetite and a capability to pack food away that likely rivaled a blackhole. She wasn’t even the only girl with a big need to feed, in fact it seemed to be becoming a PCH stereotype owing to the girth of the girls who attended the academy. They were gobbling it down to, many of the pizza boxes had clearly been scavenged from, and every couple of moments one bikini clad babe would meander in and pour themselves a fizzy cup of soda. There was an aura of casual consumption to it, like somewhere in the loud music and the flashing lights they were forgetting any diets they might’ve held themselves to.

One of these drunken hungry wanderers was how I discovered where Doe was amongst the hedonistic ruble. They had bounced off her big gut accidentally and had earned a stern glance from the confident pseudo dominatrix in the return. I shot her wave and she returned a smile in return. She looked to be carrying a couple of sub style sandwiches and was stuffing them to the brim with what looked to be additional meat and filling. “Seems like you’re having to fight for your right to party...” I joked loudly so to be heard over the music. "More like fighting for my right to eat, I get it’s communal, but I’ve had some of these hogs just take stuff directly out of my hands” she tutted incredulously. I paused and glanced down at the sheer amount of food she was carrying. “I mean you basically look like you’re carrying a full buffet” I told her almost tempted to grab some for myself for reasons I couldn’t quite place. “Well a big girl has got big needs you know, she’s going to hit her goal but she needs every bite she can get” Doe explained as she added another massive sandwich to the platter.

There was that word again, goal. She had mentioned it earlier, but I hadn’t brought it up. There was also what I had seen that morning and the fact they were back on good terms. I figured that maybe it was time I investigated the mysterious Connie situation once and for all. “So, what kind of goal is she looking to hit” I asked the goth doing my best to avoid sounding like I was prying. “Size goals” she elaborated simply and I blinked several times. She was gaining on purpose that was the root of the mystery, but I had almost expected Doe not to know. She seemed to chuckle at my incredulity and leaned in closer. We probably had enough privacy what with the loud music, and all the partying going on around us. But nevertheless Doe was concerned enough for her gluttonous companions' privacy to whisper into my ears. “She wants to be “Big” on reality tv” she explained.

“So you know how her moms going to be on that tv show in Australia about how fat she is and how it’s supposedly going to help her lose weight” Doe elaborated her tone indicating she found the whole thing rather silly. “Well Connie’s hoping to upstage her by being so fat the show will inevitably focus on her, then she’ll get a spinoff or something” she added with a shrug. I almost laughed, It was surprising to say the least. “I found out a while go, and we got into argument about her being so huge, her moms already immobilized” Doe elaborated in a nostalgic sort of tone. “Anyways it got increasingly silly when you compared her to the real fat girls at our school and I realized I was projecting my own insecurities” Doe explained. Before she could elaborate any further, we got cut off by a crowd passing through. We tried to lean back but even when we did our guts were too big an obstruction. Earning some serious laugher from the girls passing as I had to parallel park my ass to the side to let them through. It was an oddly nonaggressive laugh though it wasn’t even mocking and more affectionate really. I could swear one of them copped a feel as she passed.

“No offence meant to her, but I expected her dream to be a bit more...mature” I couldn’t help but mutter. For me reality tv had always been something to laugh at and maybe a source of sexual confusion with all the “Inspiring” weight loss stories. Not really something worth putting on a ton of weight over. “Well I’m hoping I can tame it a little, I’m helping her get huge but I’m going to force her to head to the gym too, work on her physical strength so she can lug all the extra blubber around” Doe said confident and in control as a girl could be. The idea of the sarcastic and lazy Connie doing any sort of workout had become a comical concept. But, so had the idea of anyone not doing what Doe said when she really wanted something. “Besides, I also had to realize that everyone's dreams are childish, I want to be successful in an industry that rejects girls Laura’s size, let alone mine” she said with a chuckle. “How about you?” she asked as she finished garnishing her monstrous bread offering. I blinked there was a time the answer that was easy. Game designer. But things had gone rather off course. “I want to hold the record for most hot fat girls seen in a single lifetime” I said making a joking deflection. Aware of the quiet hollowness of that response.

We were once again forced to move by a group of girls passing through, they grabbed snacks along the way and seemed to be giggling excitedly about something. They all looked stuffed, and their sheer extroverted energy seemed to be causing their potbellies to wobble around a bit. “Well if you haven’t already won that accolade somehow, this is the place for you” Doe said eying the following girl with slight suspicious as she hoarded Connie’s oversized lunch. Outside I could hear the girls chanting something about chugging and I couldn’t help but imagine what sort of sexy hedonism was taking place out by the pool. “Seriously, go and follow your dreams...I’ve got a fat ass to help grow” she said confidently but there was something a little off color about that line. I blinked a few times in confusion but she was already waddling her way out, using her gut as a bulldozer of sorts. I suspected that it was once again probably just the highly charged energies of the party causing her to be so blatant. Either that or she was succumbing to the dark side with Eliza and I.

In any case she made a very good point. It was a party, parties are if nothing else, for people to have fun. Out at the pool a throng of girls had gathered around the edge, and were passing snacks out, seeming to supply snacks out to the slightly flabbier girls who were floating on inflatable tubes, lazily drifting atop the pools surface, sipping beer and bantering. It was an amusing sight if slightly surprising. Less surprising was who I saw floating on a floaty right by the edge of the pool. Paige had seemingly settled on the absurdly flashy micro bikini and was letting every pound of hedonistic blubber hang out for the world to see. In such a key location as the pool her curves weren’t just hard to ignore, they were damn near impossible to. She was getting her share of stares and those only increased as I waddled my way over to say hello. “You know, I can’t actually swim so I’m in quite the perilous predicament” she said flashing me a cheeky grin as I approached. “Yeah I don’t know anybody who could carry you out” I shot back with a wink and she ground her thighs together a bit.

“Thank you so much” she said looking like I had given her a great gift. “I swear our year is way too nice...nobody will call me a lard ass” she said as if this were a baffling and tragic thing. It likely wasn’t helping she was a generously plump hourglass, but all things considered I was a bit surprised she wasn’t getting any rude comments. Even back during the second incident itself I had heard the occasional rude insult directed at the plumper students. In fact, I had used that very nature against Cameron in our duel. However, the student body that snacked, danced and lazily floated seemed exceptionally nice to its heavier members. “In all seriousness I wouldn’t worry too much about the swimming thing, with all that blubber you’d probably float anyways” I told her letting out a grunt as I lowered my bit butt down to dip my toes into the water next to where she was floating. Even my feet were getting kind of fat. “Yes, but where would I float to...any particular location” she asked me teasingly likely making references to Olive’s little game. I had thought about it a bit in the buildup to the party, but I still had no real idea.

I opened my mouth to mention some of my thought processes and to dig for another hint but found myself interrupted by some approaching drunkards. The girls from earlier had circled around to Paige and I. “We were wondering if you’d like some snacks...” they slurred, and the goth nodded excitedly. I could hardly pass on them myself, I figured Paige would eat my share if I didn't eat my own. As we ate them, I couldn’t help but notice that one of them seemed to be hiding behind the other girls, she was thin, and her friends were a touch curvy so she would’ve gotten away it. If she weren’t occasionally peaking over their shoulders and whispering things in hushed tones. There was a brief good spirited whisper argument. Which promptly ended with the two curvy girls stepping aside to reveal their friend and giving her a confidence boosting pat on the back. “Can I uh...god this is embarrassing...can I touch your boobs” she asked Paige, staring at her own feet out of anxiety.