This choice: What If? ACTUALLY Let’s read things from DD’s perspective here on out. • Go Back...Chapter #6Darkly Devoted Dora Starts Dreaming... by: wowee   *Greetings fellow readers and writers!*
I’m going to try and write this branch of the plotline a little bit differently as in….*gasp* second person perspective! Don’t worry I’ll keep it quarantined to this branch only, but that means from here on out you the reader are DD. You can write DD’s thoughts, but no one else’s, so please write accordingly, and adjust your mind’s eye camera to focus solely on her and how /you/ make your choices, (though I understand if you need to make an exception or two I’m not going to be super strict.) If it helps you can consider this path less canonical that others, so feel free to get wild. Hopefully this will be a different change of pace for a storyline. Thanks for reading, and as always, please enjoy~.*
You closed the door shut, but not before savoring the sight of your new roommate Alex’s immense ass and substantial thighs waddling down the hallway to the freshman feast. Watching all that bulk pressed up against the new uniform you could still take in every booty bounce and slight hip wobble, before Alex finally fully slunk out of sight. After locking the door tight, you had to bite your upper lit to stifle the moan building up inside you.
“Holy! Fucking! Shit!” you screamed internally your heart thumping so firmly it literally sent small shivers through your body. Your mind was racing with a million thoughts; but it was best you start in the past with your previous year here at Buttercombe…
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Junior year you had been assigned to a fellow junior student Lüka Gretel. Lüka G! Lüka …Lüka…Lüka…Your eyes rolled further into the back of your head at just the memory of her. Her red hair, her chocolate brown eyes, her fair skin and that accent that was so cute…Oh and Lüka was stout, exceptionally stout! You sigh deeply, remembering how things had started off so well that year. She was a foreign exchange student, and so she quickly became quite dependent on you to fill her in on how things worked here. All that semester as you were teaching her, you were learning new things about yourself too! Surprising things like; ‘maybe you liked girls’, and, ‘maybe you really liked this girl’, and then eventually, ‘maybe you really enjoyed watching this girl eating and growing fatter.’ It was quite the educational experience that semester to say the least.
Lüka was always friendly she seemed to be happy all the time, and she was smart too even if she could only speak in broken English. So you ended up doing most of the talking when you two would eat together, and Lüka well…she did most of the eating, pausing only now and then to clarify something she didn’t quite understand. Day by day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner you watched how much the foreign girl could put away as she sat on the opposite side of the table, you eventually started offering to get her seconds and thirds so she wouldn’t have to get up herself. You didn’t mind, in fact, you soon realized something about the act was quite pleasurable to you. Even more pleasurable was watching the results of such overeating, it seemed the undergraduate grew wider and thicker by the day! Even in the scant hours when the two of you weren’t in the dining hall, she seemed to mention her weight at least once per day in some fashion; Complaining how tight her uniform was getting, talking about how hungry she was, asking if you could help her fit into her uniform before her new larger one finally arrived! She couldn’t have been doing it on accident right? She had to have know how much it was turning you on! Right?
It was near the end of the first semester when you finally worked up the nerve to ask her; Did Lüka like you? She was gaining weight on purpose because she saw that you liked it right?
WRONG!…Heartrendingly wrong in fact. The fire of passion you thought that had been building between the two of you, was snuffed out as quick as a candle when Lüka revealed she in fact did not feel the same way as you did. What was worse, now that Lüka’s BMI had shot up way past the regular levels needed to qualify for SSS assistance, she ended up transferring out of your dorm room at the start of the following semester, leaving you on your lonesome for the rest of the school year.
It had hurt horrifically being rejected like that. It hurt so badly in fact that all summer long you had done your best to stave off any of your newfound lustful big beautiful woman desires; No videos of gainers stuffing their stomach full of two liters of soda, no checking in on any pictures from weight gaining models you had just started following…you weren’t even going to read any of those fantastically well written Writing.com stories! (Well not like the that site was working most of the time anyways…) A full three months of chastity and starving yourself from any girls who even close to semi-qualified as ‘thicc’…and then the universe drops the plumpest freshman you’d ever seen right into your life as further punishment…
***
Or maybe…as a reward? Maybe…this was a sign? Yeah!
You’d certainly been shocked by the sight of her wide hips nearly eclipsing the doorway as soon as she entered, your jaw dropping reflexively a bit, but you had quickly regained composure. Unconsciously your scheming mind had pointed her straight to the gift basket as well, hoping that sure enough she’d start tearing into it the moment she’d saw it. Sure Alex had seen the note about the freshman banquet, but it wasn’t like you’d be able to keep her in your room all night…as much as you wanted too… Plus you’d even talked her into a quick friendly hug. MMPH! That hug! Four quick seconds of letting your fingers press into those sides that were like malleable dough! Getting to feel up the mousey marshmallow of a girl was just…just…
You slammed into the bathroom, grabbed a fluffy towel from off the rack, and went to town pleasuring yourself. Rubbing away on yourself with shameless abandon you began to invasion what Alex would look like with a few more pounds, then ten more, then twenty, easily outpacing Lüka’s scale tipping three hundred pounds. Then rather suddenly your mind then turned to a vision of a gigantic version of Alex stomping along at building size, a smile on her chubby cheeked face as she reached down into the Buttercombe campus and plucked none other than Lüka from a selection of tiny students. Wordlessly the gigantic Alex plopped your ex-roomie onto her large pink tongue like a piece of candy and then swallowed adding Lüka’s bulk to her own prestigious poundage. You came hard at that thought, bucking your hips in rhythm, breath escaping you in large puffs as you pumped away over and over again till the buzzing in you subsided a bit.
Freud would have had a field day; delusions of grandeur, utilitarian thinking, or hedonistic lust; you didn’t bother to justify or classify how you felt now. All you knew was that this Alex girl was the new hotness that had waddled right into your life, and in mere instants your gothic mourning for your lost love Lüka girl was gone. Alex’s family owned and ice-cream company, and Alex was already eligible for SSS day 1! Take that Lüka!
Expertly cleaning yourself up, and then ensuring the towel and bathroom were properly taking care of, your mind began to reset back into reality. So you knew you like Alex right away, but how were you going to proceed going forward?
Maybe you could cut the tension and just let her know how you feel right off the bat? The best case scenario was that she’s totally into you too and you both can “get to know” each other immediately. Who knew maybe she’s even into the whole “stuffing her like a thanksgiving turkey” thing! Well, okay…maybe don’t tell her THAT much yet, that was a whole other hurdle to deal with. At least tell her you think she’s hot! Plus, even if things didn’t…if she didn’t exactly feel the same way….you’d at least know right away. Sure she was your new roomie, but she wasn’t the ONLY girl in the academy…Maybe if she saw you with someone else she’d even might get a bit jealous…
Of course you could maybe just wait things out for a bit. At least give the poor new-bee a week or two at the school to get settled in before you unload your feelings on her. It would be hard not to let it slip, and maybe even a little agonizing eating lunches with her without dabbling in your devious fattening desires, but you could do it! You’d get to know Alex a bit better too, her likes and dislikes, favorite colors…favorite foods…
Or…
Well, the other part of you knew the only reason things had REALLY gone wrong with Lüka last year was because she was too dumb to know what was best for her, the both of you really. She hadn’t complained a single word about all the pampering and plumping you’d subtlety been responsible for…right up until you did ask her out. So, you knew, YOU KNEW!!! that this time things would be different with Alex. You’d be her best friend here at Buttercombe, as well as a sort of background food encourager, then when the time was right she’d surely be smarter than Luka and admit she did feel the same way about you and your feedee ways! It was risky, dreadfully risky, but if you played your cards right you could make it happen without getting caught…If you went that direction that is…
*Knock knock* “Hello…Dee? I think the doors locked.”
Oh crap…that was Alex at the door right now! Had two hours really passed that fast? Fortunately you’d finished making sure everything was perfect minutes ago so Alex shouldn’t be suspicious at all of what you’d been doing while she was gone.
“I’m coming!” you called back, smiling secretly at the irony. Taking a deep breath before you made another move, you decided that you were going to….  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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