Conniving Roommate

  By Danimal  

Chapter 1

Ugh... I hate her. I have to come home from studying all the day in the library to this! That bitch always has a guy. Shayna doesn't even need to study like I do to keep her grades up. It sickens me.

I plopped my bags down and poured myself a glass of orange juice from the bottle in the fridge. Leaning against the counter sipping my OJ, I noticed Shayna's laptop was was open on the table. I decided to have a look. Walking around the table, I could see that it was on so I sat down to see what she'd been doing. I couldn't believe what I saw. Shayna had been looking reading stories whats seemed to be a weight-gain fetish site.

Shayna's face was still kinda pretty... in a way but there's NO way I'd tell her that. She had to know she'd absolutely destroyed herself.
"Your face is sooo disgusting now, with that massive double chin and huge round cheeks squishing your eyes. You really are unrecognizable now, Shayna. It would horrify any guy." "Mmm," Shayna groaned with her eyes closed. I fed her some pizza loaded with wayyy too many toppings. As I she noisily ate the paste and some of the other topics end up around her mouth. I continued to feed, looking at my grotesque project.

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