Senior year

Chapter 1

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I'm in the cafeteria. At the table behind me is my crush. She asks me to come over, so I do. "Thank god you're here!" she says, "If you hadn't come when you did, I would've STARVED to death!" She starts eating the food in my lunchbox. More and more food enters her mouth, the lunchbox doesn't seem to run out. She just keeps eating. She soon goes from skinny to fat, then from fat to huge. Concerned, I ask her "Hey, Michelle, are you ok?" "I'm better than okay!" she exclaims, looking down at me, for some reason she's tall now, "I feel FANTASTIC!" She continues eating and eating, growing and growing fatter and fatter. Her growth completely out of control, she outgrows her seat, then the table, then eventually the whole cafeteria. "Hey Tony?" she says with her mouth full. "Y-yes?"

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I quickly turn off the alarm. I run downstairs, get some breakfast, and take a shower.

Today's a big day. The first day of senior year. Well, my first day of senior year. As luck would have it, I had a terrible case of the flu both yesterday and the day before, causing me to miss the first 2 days of school. In any case, I'm finally on the home stretch. The last year I'll ever have to spend at this miserable high school (well, hopefully). But also, it's my last chance to ask out Michelle Brewer.

For pretty much most of high school, I've had a crush on Michelle. She's been in a lot of my classes, we were both on the track team in sophomore year, and she even rides the same bus as me. I wouldn't say we were really that close, though. I'd hesitate to even call us acquaintances. But every so often, one of us would catch the other staring. I could never tell if she was intentionally looking at me, or if she was just staring off into the distance or something. I'm not great at reading signals.

I'm about to get on the bus. Where I'll probably see her. Oh god, what am I gonna say? I've never asked someone out before. Should I even ask her out so soon? Or should I try to get to know her first? As I get on the bus, I start looking around for her. She's always been a bit shorter than me, but also significantly taller than most girls her age. She's always been very skinny, too, though her body developed a bit more muscle tone when she did track. She has long blonde hair down to her waist, though I suppose I shouldn't look out for that, she might've cut her hair over the summer. Probably the most identifiable feature is how, on the bus, she'll often just loudly tell dirty jokes. Not to anyone in particular, just to everyone, almost like she's a comedian and we're her audience. I wish I had her confidence. She's kinda been like a class clown type character throughout high school, constantly disrupting class with jokes that didn't always land. Behavior you might expect from a teenage boy, but when a girl does it it's 'unladylike'. Usually, though, even when she's not yapping her face off, I can often recognize her the moment her face comes into view. Probably a testament to how many times I've gawked at her face, but in my defense, it is the prettiest face in the world. I suppose that's completely subjective, but I'm not lying when I say I, personally, have never seen a face more beautiful than hers.

"Hey, what're you looking for?" my friend asks as he notices me looking around. "Oh, uh, n-nothing" I lie. Despite looking around over and over, she's nowhere to be seen. I suppose I'll just have to wait and hope to see her at school. While on the bus, I try to jot down last night's dreams on my phone...only to realize I've already forgotten what happened.

I get to first block, where the morning announcements play. I choose to sit at the back of the class to try and see if her and I have the same first block. We do not. First block comes and goes. Next comes second block. She's not here either. I start to get nervous, what if we don't have any classes together this semester? I head over to lunch, occasionally looking around on the off chance I might run into her in the halls. Christ, I just realized this is how fucking stalkers act. I gotta get my head straight.

When I get to the lunch room, I try picking a table with some of my friends. Not seeing any, though, I just pick a random, mostly empty table. Technically, all the tables here are actually 2 tables locked together. In my case, the right table is packed full of girls. The left table, meanwhile, is almost empty, just me on the far left and a tall, very full-figured lady on the far right, presumably sitting with her friends.

Once I sit down, though, the girls start whispering. After a few seconds, the large girl to my right pats the seat next to her and says, "Hey, Tony! Come sit with me!" I look at her, and am immediately entranced by her gorgeous face. It's beautiful, enchantingly beautiful. "Um, I, uh...I, well, um..." Nervously, I sit next to her. She starts speaking to me, thus I am socially obligated to look at her face again. On one hand, she's fucking beautiful, but on the other hand, once I look at it, I fear I won't be able to look away. "Sorry, I guess we've never been formally introduced," she speaks as she holds out a hand. I don't think I've seen a face so beautiful on someone so fat. Actually, I don't think I've seen a face so beautiful period. She almost looks like--

"I'm Michelle Brewer," she says.

My face goes bright red. Michelle? How is THIS Michelle? Just 3 months ago, she was stick thin! She must've put on at least 150 kilos (300 lbs) since then! Definitely more, if you account for how tall she's gotten! She practically towers over me! Though I suppose that's due in part to her huge rear end propping her up. Which, FYI, appears to fill up the entirety of her chair and then some. How on earth did she get so big?!

"OH! Michelle! S-sorry, I just, I didn't recognize you because of your-" before I can even contemplate how to politely finish that sentence, she interrupts me, "you've never shaken hands before, have you?" She asks, a slight smile on her face. "S-sorry. I-I'm Tony Bismarck!" I shake her hand. Her friends giggle.

"Nice to meet you!" she chuckles, "Yeah, you probably recognize me as that girl who constantly makes unfunny jokes in the middle of class. A lot of my friends tell me I look different now, though. I'm not sure what they mean, though. I dunno, what do you think?" "Um..." I start, currently at eye level with her breasts, "I-I guess you look a bit different. B-but you look good!" "Awww, you're sweet! You look good too, have you gotten taller over the summer?" she asks. "U-um, a-a bit, yeah. I think 180 cm (5'11), last I checked..." "God, I wish I was as tall as you." she says. "Um..." is all I can respond with.

"So, what've you been up to over the summer?" she asks, smiling down at me. I can't get over her adorable smile. She was cute before, but I'd argue she's somehow even cuter now thanks to her chubby cheeks and double chin. "Oh, n-not much, I guess. I got a job at a movie theater, made some money, but then I quit it to focus on school." "Sounds fun! What's the theater's name?" "Uh, Chateau Theater Center" "Oh my god! I live right next to that one! Well, not RIGHT next to it, but like nearby." "Me too," I say, "it makes it easy to commute." "You do?! Oh, pff, that's right! Same bus, of course we're near each other!" she giggles, "you think you could get me tickets there some time?!" "Um...I might be able to work something out." She again smiles her adorable smile.

"S-so, uh, erm, what about you?" I ask, "What've you been up to over the summer?" "I'm glad you asked!" she points to one of her friends, "Lily's and my parents are close, so we both took a trip together to America! They had REALLY good food there! I couldn't get enough!" she pats her belly, causing it to jiggle. She then leans over and whispers into my ear, "and between you and me, Lily probably enjoyed the food a bit too much." I look at the aforementioned Lily. She actually looks rather thin, maybe slightly chunky. I mean, she has a little bit of a belly, enough that I can see her navel through her shirt, but she's definitely not fat. Michelle, on the other hand, is nothing if not fat. Her boobs are practically bursting out of her white tank top's cleavage line, jutting out so far they smushed against my shoulder when she whispered to me. Jutting out equally far is her stomach, which also suffers the effects of her small tank top, her shirt riding up while bare flesh bulges out and presses against the table. Even her jean shorts are struggling to contain so much woman, her belly and back fat hanging over them and her thighs slightly constrained by the sleeves.

"Speaking of food, though," she says, "I'm starving!" She opens her lunch box, revealing a large assortment of food. Way more than most people would eat for, well, any meal really. She licks her lips, and about 6 minutes later, it's all gone. She licks her fingers clean, pats her generous tummy, looks down at me, and excitedly says "let's get more food at the lunch line!" "Wh-oh, n-no, I...I'm not really hung-." "Hey, Tony...did you know it's my birthday?" "N-no...er, happy birthd--!" "Aaaaaand," she gets up, "my birthday wish, I want you to come with me to the lunch line!" Chuckling, I get up, "Okey, but that's a pretty lousy birthday wish." We both walk together, "Well, I have another wish, but I can't tell you that one." "W-why not?" I ask, trying not to sound nervous. "Cuz then it won't come true!" she giggles, her smile just as enchanting as always. While we're waiting in line, I notice 2 things. The first is that I was right about the height. With us both stood up, she's only a good several centimeters (a few inches) taller than me. Still tall, but not a giant. The second is that her shorts, which are already pretty tight to begin with, are unbuttoned and completely unzipped. I assume at this point they're stuck like that so long as she's stuffed in them.

While in line, she tells me more stories about her trip to the US, each one giving a deeper glimpse into the origin story of the tremendous appetite that caused her to get so fucking big. It's weird, I'm almost having trouble convincing myself this is the same girl from before summer. I mean, she looks very similar. She still has the same long blonde hair, the same beautiful face (with a bit more pudge than before), even the same adorable mannerisms. The only difference, really, is her size, but it's such a big difference that I find myself constantly forgetting this is still Michelle. But that doesn't stop her from having a gravitational pull on me (metaphorically, of course).

"S-so, Michelle, I didn't see you on the bus this morning. Are you...um..." "Oh, I forgot to tell you! Right at the end of junior year, I got my driver's license! See?" She then fishes her wallet out of her way-too-tight pants, then shows me her license. My jaw immediately drops, the girl in the photo looks nothing like the girl next to me. I mean, she looks exactly like her, but she's rail thin! I still can't wrap my head around how she was able to get so huge, and seeing her license just makes it all the more jarring. She sees my shock and giggles, "Yeah, I'm not good at taking photos. Anyways, right after we got back from our trip, my parents surprised me with my very own car! And I've been driving to school ever since!"

We both walk/ ̶w̶a̶d̶d̶l̶e̶ also walk (surprisingly) back to the table together. "This is a lot of food, Michelle," I say, holding a tray full of food she absolutely insisted I should get. "Don't worry, you'll love it. Trust me, I have good taste," she says, carrying a tray with pretty much as much food on it as the lunch lady was allowed to give her. "I don't know, I don't think I can eat this all." I reply. She giggles, "Don't worry, I'll eat it for you!" she says giddily. "Did you really make him order all that food just so you could eat it?" one of her friends eavesdrops. The fat blonde plops down on her seat (creating a loud thud), then without a smidge of shame in her voice, she replies "yes." before hungrily gobbling up the food on my tray.

"S-so, Michelle," I say, nervously getting back in the seat next to her, "w-what class do you have after this?" I ask. "[Mmmh] English, wif [GULP] Mr. Glasdor." "Wait, so do I!" "Really?" "How come I didn't see you on Tuesday?" "Oh, y-yeah, I've been sick with the flu the past few days." "Aww, I'm sorry. That probably sucked dick." "Yeah...it did." "But hey, look at the bright side. You didn't have to sit through all the boring first-day-of-class orientations." "Ah-ha, yeah," I chuckle nervously. "I'm fucking serious. Every fucking class they gave the exact same speech, '10 points off for every day late. I will drop the lowest test grade. No chewing gum in class.' Sounds annoying right? Well imagine hearing nothing but that all fucking day!" I chuckle, "yeah, that does sound pretty boring." "It was SOOOO boring!" I chuckle. "So," she says, a friendly tone in her voice, "do you think we have any other classes together?" "Um, m-maybe. W-what do you have for 4th block today?" As I ask this, she grabs her tray, places it on my now empty tray, and continues eating. Christ, how did she finish all that food so quickly? "Geography, wif Missh Anatolas." she says with a mouth full of cheeseburger. "I do too!" I exclaim. As we continue this discussion, I learn that we share both 3rd and 4th block on A days, and 1st and 4th block on B days. A fact she seemed very eager to learn.

"Say, why haven't you started on your lunch yet?" she asks "Oh, I, well...I'm just never really hungry this lunch block. I mean, I only had breakfast 2 hours ago, so..." "[MMMH] For me, I have the exact OPPOSITE issue! I've left every lunch so far feeling super hungry! I mean look at this! I'm pretty much withering away over here!" She sucks in her gut and gestures to what I think she thinks is her flat stomach. "W-w-well, um...y-you can have some of my food...i-if you want." "Really?! You mean it?!" "Y-yeah. I mean, as long as you're still hungry." She quickly unzips my lunchbox and digs into the food inside. "Thfank you shoo much!" she exclaims giddily. Her, her friends and I start chatting about some show they watched together on Netflix. Her friends seem to like it, while Michelle seems to be the outlier, arguing that it was cliched, shallow and predictable. I haven't seen it, but her friends seem to really want me to watch it. A minute into the conversation, Michelle had already finished my lunchbox and went back to gobbling up the food on her lunch tray. Only to finish that food just a couple minutes later.


Lunch is about to end, we all start packing up our stuff. "Thanks for the food, Tony! I was really hungry, if it weren't for you, I probably would've starved to death!" For some reason this all feels very familiar. "So, did that hit the spot?" I ask the cheery fat girl. "God, I wish! I'm still SUPER hungry!" Right after she says that, her tummy grumbles. "See?" she says, "at this rate, I'm gonna be walking on the stage a literal skeleton! A walking skeleton!" "W-well, I mean, if you want, I could...maybe bring you some more food next time?" I say hesitantly. "Would you do that? Oh thank you so much! You're a literal life saver!" "S-so, what do you want me to bring?" I ask, audible anxiety in my voice. "Well, some more sandwiches would be good. And, umm...ooh! Pringles, a whole can! And applesauce, I love applesauce! And Welch's. OH, do you think you could also fit a lunchables? And--" "whoa whoa, let me get a pen to write this down." Giggling, she writes it all down on a sticky note, then puts the sticky note on my forehead. "There you go," she says, laughing cutely, "by the way, what lunch block do you have tomorrow?" "L3, why?" "Dammit! Mine's L2! Well, I guess you won't need that sticky note till Monday."

Just then, the bell rings, and she quickly heads off to class, her fat butt jiggling behind her. But remember, we both have the same class. When I get there, I take a seat next to her. "Oh, hey! I--" she says, then stops mid-sentence and starts laughing. I assume at the fact I still have a sticky note on my forehead. "What? What's so funny?" I say, trying to keep a straight face. Soon, the teacher butts in, "You two, knock it off! And Tony, get that sticky note off your forehead!" "Sorry, Mr. Glasdor," Michelle says, her long hair waving as she turns to the teacher, "it's a note from his doctor, saying he's come down with a terrible case of ***-itis". "Oh, fascinating, I'm so sorry Tony has come down with inflammation of the ***. Now would you stop disrupting the learning environment and take down that sticky note?" I put the note in my binder and the teacher continues his lesson. "Anyways," Michelle whispers, "sorry, I forgot we had the same class together. If you want, though, we can walk to 4th block together?" I blush, "uhh, sure". Once again, a cute smile lights up her face, her adorable double chin bulging out as she looks down at me.

Throughout class, though, Michelle continues 'disrupting the learning environment', constantly making random jokes, 2/3 of which I'm the only one laughing at. This continues throughout 3rd and 4th bell, by the way. Something else, though, that I notice throughout the day is her stomach constantly grumbling. By the end of 4th block, it's grumbling every other minute. The moment the bell rings, the hungry senior sprints out the door and to the nearest snack machine. I quickly follow after her. "Oh, hey Tony!" she says, scarfing down one snack while she orders another, "Sorry I had to book it, I was just REALLY hungry! (mmm, sho good)" "Um, y-yeah, you're good..." "Anyways, I had fun hanging out with you today." "Yeah, about that, I was kinda hoping you'd sorta...maybe...would you, maybe, wanna trade numbers?" "Of COURSE!" she giddily replies, "hold up, give me your phone." I hand her my phone, she sends herself a message, hands it back to me, then waves at me "see ya tomorrow!"

And see her tomorrow I do. We have first and last block together that day. The next 2 days are the weekend, and the day after that we have lunch together again. And she again consumes the contents of her lunchbox, the extra food she gets in the lunch line, the extra food she insists I get in the lunch line, and the contents of my now fuller than before lunchbox. "So, was that enough to fill you up this time?" I ask. She burps, "Not even close! I'm gonna need more food next time!" She writes on another sticky note the extra food she wants next time, then again sticks it on my head. "Now come on, let's walk to class," she says, cutely holding her binder against her breasts with both arms. "O-o-okay," I say nervously.