College Grads

Chapter 1

Authors Note: A one-off story made possible by support from my P*a*t*r*e*o*n. Enjoy!


CARA


“That’s it, nice class everyone!” My older sister cheered, as her Thursday afternoon yoga class slowly began shuffling out of the room like usual.


“Kicked my ass today Jeanie.” I joked sarcastically on my way out.


“Yeah right, did you even break a sweat?” She fired back clearly scanning my fit and firm physique for any trace of sweat.


“Nope.” I chirped exceedingly proud of the perfect figure I’d cultivated since my freshman year of college over five years ago.


Heading into the locker room after class, I considered changing out of my sports bra and yoga pants but thought better of it. I wasn’t sweaty and I was heading straight home. Why bother?


Exiting the locker room, I started making my way out of the yoga studio, when I passed a familiar looking girl on my way out. Standing about 5’9, she had dark red hair fashioned into long pigtails, wide hips, big breasts, and a thick hourglass frame. She noticed me before I got a chance to say anything.


“Hey Cara! Long time no see!” The 23-year-old college graduate gasped excitedly.


“Simone! Wow!” I exclaimed trying to match her enthusiasm.


She’d been one of my least favorite sorority sisters in college, but we’d been friends I suppose. Honestly, she was never a bad person, she wasn’t like my little who’d callously hooked up with my boyfriend at the time behind my back.


Then again, if memory served, Simone was a lesbian, so it wasn’t like she’d be very inclined to steal any boyfriend from me. If anything, she was probably more interested in hooking up with me. If she hadn’t been such a fatty, who knows? I’d might have let her after that fiasco...


Regardless, I always found Simone more than a little superficial. She’d always been desperate to fit in, eager to please, and frankly I thought she always acted pretty fake. Unlike me, Simone had to work for her popularity within the sorority. She’d always had a pretty face, but in college she’d had a few things working against her. Mainly the fact that she was the fattest sister in our sorority.


Looking at her now; however, I was actually taken aback by how much weight the girl had clearly lost in the year since graduation. She looked smoking hot now! Simone was maybe only 25lbs heavier than I was which meant she’d had to have dropped from 240lbs to roughly 140lbs in only 12 months! It was such a noticeable change, I couldn’t help commenting on it, “You look… ugh…different! Have you lost weight?”

Placing one hand on her hips and another on her substantially flatter belly, Simone replied in a friendly tone, “Yeah about 100lbs since graduation!”


“Well, it’s very noticeable. You look great.” I replied truthfully eyeing her up and down. Biting my lips, as my bisexual curiosity kicked in, I asked, “What are you doing in Cleveland?”


“I just got a job here last week. I’ve been looking for an apartment in the area, are you still teaching?” Simone courteously responded perhaps sensing my interested tone.

“Yeah over at the elementary school, it’s taking over my life!” I vented without censoring myself, “All I do is sit on my butt all day and try to resist all the free food in the teachers’ lounge on breaks. If it wasn’t for yoga, I’d probably be as fat as you!”

Suddenly looking a bit annoyed, Simone responded, “Hey! I’m not fat anymore!”

“Oh, calm down I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t be so sensitive.” I shrugged dismissively. Simone wasn’t ‘fat’ anymore, but she was still fat compared to me, her thick ass was like twice the size of mine.


“Fine.” Simone seemed to accept my lack of apology while biting her lip. Rather than press issue regarding my little slip of the tongue, Simone instead proposed, “We should get dinner and catch up sometime. My treat.”



As a poor elementary school teacher strangely attracted to this former-fatty-gone-beauty-queen, how could I refuse?


SIMONE


A few days later that dumb bimbo and I met up for dinner at the local Cheesecake Factory, my treat. I’d always hated the bisexual bitch in college, but also sort of loved her... The girl was obsessed with her popular status and wouldn’t associate with anyone she didn’t consider to be on her level. It was something I found hard to forgive her for, but then again she was undeniably flawless in every physical way, so I guess I was able to overlook some of the girl’s character flaws, I was taking her out to dinner after all.


My motives were innocent. Somewhat. Okay not really. The bitch had called me fat after I’d spent the better part of 12 months trying to slim down. My intention going into our dinner was to push Cara into overeating to the point I could call her a bloated bitch and extract some good old fashion petty revenge.


Miss out-of-everyone’s-league Cara Dawson didn’t look like a big eater, but I knew from her drunken nights at college that she could pack food away like a professional when tipsy. So, I ordered us some shots before our cocktails arrived. Cara was all too happy to let loose on somebody else’s dime. Anything to cope with her dull and demanding day job. Hearing about her daily struggles as the end of the school year approached made me sort of sympathize with her, but my conviction to humiliate the skinny bitch held firm.


She looked cute, as usual, in nice formfitting jeans and a preppy polo shirt. Her straight dirty-blonde hair was cut a little shorter than it had been in college, but still remained at a medium length. Her lean hourglass shape appeared just as fit as it did a year ago, and her c-cup breasts looked just as unnaturally perky as they’d always been.


Nice and relaxed, we ordered some appetizers, cheese steak egg-rolls, and mozzarella sticks. Followed by another round of cocktails and shots before our entrees. I ordered a salad with chicken, Cara indulged in a pasta thanks to my supportive influence. Letting Cara vent about her job to an endless extent, it was easy to drag out our dinner long enough for the sorority bitch to finish off all her food and order one last round of drinks. Well and truly drunk, the girl’s stomach looked like it was struggling to digest the incredible surplus of calories she’d just ingested.


“Wow *Uurp!* excuse me! Haha, I’m sooo stuffed, I look pregnant!” Cara drunkenly exclaimed, as she unbuttoned her jeans, much to my delight. However, she didn’t stop there, “This was sooo good! Is it bad if I really want dessert?”

“Not at all! Don’t worry about it! Everyone deserves to indulge!” I assured her in the sweetest enabling tone I could muster. It honestly didn’t seem like Cara had indulged like this in months.

“I want the triple chocolate fudge cheesecake! But its too expensive!” Cara complained, while part of me wondered if she had forgotten that I was paying for her dinner.

“No problem! It’s on me! It’s the least I can do. After all, you were such a good friend in college.” I lied just wanting to see the bloated blonde stuff her face to the point of pain.


“I was wondering about that.” Cara muttered blushing slightly, “Since you’re paying… Is this kinda like a date?”


“Ugh… I mean… Would you want it to be?” I wondered completely caught off guard. Cara had been friendly all night, but had she actually been flirting with me as I’d planned to humiliate her all for the sake of my petty self-esteem.


“I wouldn’t mind.” Cara shrugged, as she cradled her protruding belly, “It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone anddd… You’re looking pretty damn hot nowadaysss…”


For a split second I froze. Part of me couldn’t believe this was really happening. Another part of me wanted to stay strong and put the bully bitch in her place. However, the weakest part of me, the horny part of me, couldn’t resist the chance to fulfill the 4-year college fantasy of sleeping with Cara, the Queen of Douglas University herself. With an honest tone conveying my lustful interest, I burst seductively, “Then how about we get your cake to go, and take this date to your apartment.”


The rest was history. I fed Cara every last drop of that cake and then took her to pleasure town while she was too stuffed to move. We hit it off like peanut butter and jelly. The very next morning she offered to let me stay at her apartment instead of my hotel while I looked for a more permanent place to stay. A two weeks later, as her summer vacation began she said I could just move in with her permanently.


Cara’s fascination with me was a mystery at first, I thought she might just be using me for my body or my money, but after a while I realized that after getting to know me, the shorty was actually falling for me. My interest in her was a little different. I loved her and I hated her. She was the unobtainable beacon of perfection I aspired to and lusted after in college, and now she was mine. The sex was great, as was our time just hanging out together, but the petty princess would still frequently bring up how flawed and fat I used to be, and laugh at my daily struggles to keep my diet in check. As such, I resolved to teach my new love a lesson. A big fat lesson.


I’d introduced food into our lovemaking rituals from day one, but as the month of May transitioned into June, I decided to take the next step…