Lucky's buffet

chapter 2

While her face was cherubically beautiful, her body was even more of a wet dream. One could tell her weight beginning at her shoulders, which were plump and jiggly, and her arms followed suit, slightly thick columns of pale flesh. Her breasts were similarly plump and full of movement, as any time she moved, one could follow her boobs moving up and down in a hypnotic motion. However, for me, her belly was just as exciting (Ok, almost as exciting). It was rounded well out from her body, and looked very round, despite only hanging over her waistband by a little bit. In fact, she looked absolutely stuffed. Unfortunately, I couldn't linger over her belly; I needed to move on. Her thighs were creamy and round, and flattened out significantly as they weighed down on the seat.

All in all, my guess was that she weighed around 170 or 180. Which doesn't sound like much, but she was only 5 feet tall, and only that if she wore shoes. But while her weight was incredibly exciting to a 19 year old pervert like me, what was actually more interesting was the look of sheer apathy she had, and the fact that she seemingly didn't care about trying to hide her weight; her shirt looked like it would have fit better 20 pounds ago, and unlike most plump girls, she didn't even try to make sure her belly was tucked into her pants or covered by her shirt, and I could see a bit of her creamy underbelly where it hung over waist. Her thighs were also on display in a pair of short shorts that more properly belonged on a cheerleader. Not that I was about to complain of course.

During the course of the next month I tried to learn what I could about her, and at least start befriending her if asking her out was impossible. I discovered that she had never had a boyfriend, and didn't have very many friends; she didn't go outside very much, instead staying at home. After that month, I decided I was never going to have a better target than this, so I pulled up a bit of courage and walked over to her, like I had gotten in the habit of doing. Here, I will begin to relate this tale in more detail.


"Hey Andrea." She looked up at me, with at least slightly less apathy than normal.

"Hey Kurt. How are you?" She propped her head up on her hand, while I enjoyed the sight of her arm fat moving slightly.

"I'm doing well, can't complain. Kind of hungry though. How about you?" She chuckled slightly.

"I'm always hungry, in case you couldn't tell." She patted her stomach for emphasis, making my eyes just about burst of my head. She hadn't done that for me before. "Other than that, not bad."

"Well, if you're hungry too, would you like to get something to eat after class? My treat." Her eyes lit up at that, then narrowed slightly.

"You driving too? I don't feel like walking down to the plaza." The plaza was all of half a mile, not a difficult walk by any means. But, praise the Lord, I had driven to school that day.

"Sure, I don't mind. How does Lucky's sound?" Lucky's was a buffet known for it's quality of food, which was almost on par with a real sit down restaurant. It was very expensive, but worth it, especially if you were a guy like me.

"Sounds amazing to me. If you're willing to drop that kind of cash on me, you can't be all that bad." I made an imaginary fist pump, then quickly dashed to my seat as the bell rang. My feet didn't touch the ground that entire class, and as soon as it ended, I rushed over to Andrea. She was still in her seat, looking at her backpack as though it would float up to her.

"Want me to carry that?" I said, pointing to it.

"Hell yes. Want to help me out of my seat too?" I looked at her. There was no way she should have trouble getting out; she wasn't that big. Being me however, I was not about to complain.