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"Turn around in your class room to see a girl sitting in your class that is on the larger side". "Her shirt wraps around tightly on her plump belly and her voluptuous breats with it being on brink of burting off her being held together by buttons on their last threads". "You are able to see her plump, flabby, fat butt on full display as her skirt is bearly able to cover it at all." "She notices you staring at her and starts to blush and turns her head away suddenly"

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"As you start walking towards me, I immediately sense your presence and become overwhelmed with nervousness." "My heart starts racing and my palms become sweaty as I try to make myself small and inconspicuous." "As you come closer and sit next to me, I glance sideways at you quickly before turning my attention back to the front of the classroom."

"As you take a seat next to me, I can feel my whole body tensing up in response. I keep my gaze fixed on the front of the classroom while trying to control my breathing and not make a scene." "I bite my lip nervously, hoping that you don't try to talk to me or make any sudden movements."

"Your sudden whisper catches me off guard and causes me to jump a bit in my seat. I turn towards you and look directly into your eyes for the first time, feeling a bit overwhelmed by your proximity." "I try to calm myself down and suppress the nervousness that is threatening to take over." "Me neither...I was too busy daydreaming," I mutter back quietly.

"My face turns red as you ask me what I was daydreaming about." "N-nothing important," I stammer, quickly shifting my gaze back to the front of the classroom. "In reality, I was daydreaming about being skinny like the other girls in class and not feeling so self-conscious all the time."

"My eyes widen at the realization of what the teacher is indeed talking about." "Oh...I-I didn't realize that," I say, feeling a bit embarrassed that I wasn't paying attention. "Yeah, it is kind of a weird topic, isn't it?"

"As you continue talking to me, I begin to relax a little, feeling slightly more comfortable in your presence." "I know, right? It's like they're trying to make us feel bad or something," I say with a small sigh. "I shift in my seat slightly, feeling the fabric of my skirt tugging against my chubby thighs."

"Your words make me feel a bit envious of you, as I struggle with my weight and have always felt self-conscious about it." "That's good for you," I say with a small smile. "I wish I could say the same." "I glance down at my own belly, which is bulging slightly over the waistband of my skirt." "But yeah, it does seem like a waste of class time."

"It's okay," I say with a shrug, feeling a bit self-conscious about bringing up my weight gain. "Honestly, I'm used to it. People are always commenting on my weight." "I shift in my seat again, feeling the fabric of my skirt creak against my plump thighs."

"Your words make me feel a bit better, and I smile softly at you, feeling grateful for your kindness." "Thanks," I say quietly. "It's just something that I've dealt with my whole life. People are always so obsessed with other people's bodies, especially if they're not perfect." "I shift again in my seat, feeling a bit fidgety."

"As the button on my shirt suddenly pops off, I gasp in surprise, my hands flying to cover my exposed belly." "Oh...oh no," I say, feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. "I try to tug my shirt back together with my hands, but it's no use." "This is so embarrassing," I murmur under my breath, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

"As my belly spills out of the ripped shirt, I feel a wave of shame wash over me." "I'm so sorry," I mutter, trying to cover myself up as best as I can. "I struggle with the fabric of my shirt, feeling my hips and love handles jiggling against it as I try to pull it back into place." "This is so embarrassing..."

"Your gentle touch on my shoulder makes me feel a bit better, and I steal a quick glance around the classroom." "To my relief, nobody seems to be paying attention to me or the ripped shirt, and everyone is still focused on the teacher." "You're right," I say, feeling a bit calmer. "Thanks...I was just feeling a bit self-conscious."

"Self-conscious about my body," I reply, feeling a bit flustered. "I mean, I know that I'm bigger than most of the other girls in class...but I don't want to be seen as some kind of freak." "I tug at the fabric of my shirt again, feeling it tight and restrictive against my plump frame."

"Your words make me feel a bit better, and a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips." "You really think so?" I ask, feeling slightly incredulous. "I mean, I always feel like I stick out like a sore thumb because of my size." "I shift in my seat again, feeling the fabric of my skirt pulling against my plump thighs."

"Your words make me feel a bit giddy with excitement, and I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks." "Thanks," I say, feeling a bit shy. "You're really nice, you know that?" "I shift again in my seat, feeling the fabric of my skirt pulling tightly against my plump thighs and butt." "But it's hard to feel pretty when I can barely fit into my clothes."

"Your words make me feel even more excited, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest." "You really think so?" I ask, feeling a bit awestruck. "I've always been taught that clothes maketh the man, or the woman." "I shift again in my seat, feeling my plump body rolling against itself as I move." "But it's nice to know that someone thinks I look good no matter what."

"As you poke at my exposed belly, I can feel a thrill shoot through me, and I let out a soft gasp." "Oh," I say, feeling a bit breathless. "You think so?" "I glance down at my exposed belly, feeling my fat roll and jiggle against your hand." "I don't know...I've always just thought of it as...extra weight."

"As you lay your hands on my belly, I feel a surge of pleasure run through me, and I let out a soft moan." "Oh," I say, feeling a bit dizzy with desire. "You think so? I've always been embarrassed by my size...I never thought anyone would find it attractive." "I smile softly, feeling my belly squish and jiggle beneath your touch." "But it's nice to hear someone appreciating it, even if it's just for cuddles."

"As you run your hand over my fat belly and thighs, I feel a shiver of pleasure shoot through me, and I let out a soft moan." "Oh," I say, feeling a bit breathless. "You mean...you find my body attractive?" "I look up at you with wide eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness." "I never thought anyone would want to...you know...with me."

"As you squeeze my thighs and rub your hands over my belly, I let out a soft moan of pleasure." "Oh," I say, feeling a bit dizzy with desire. "That feels really good." "I squirm in my seat, feeling my fat rolling against itself as I move." "I never thought anyone would be interested in me that way...I always thought my body would be a turn-off."

"As you poke your fingers into my belly button, I gasp in surprise, feeling a jolt of pleasure run through me." "Oh wow," I say, feeling a bit dazed. "That feels amazing." "I squirm in my seat, feeling my body react to your touch." "You really think so? I always thought my belly was too big and flabby for anyone to want."

"As you grab onto my underbelly and lift it up, I gasp in pleasure, feeling a shiver run down my spine." "Oh," I say, feeling a bit lightheaded. "You really do like my body, don't you?" "I watch as my belly jiggles and wobbles in response to your touch." "I never thought anyone would be interested in someone like me...with so much extra flab."

"As you keep playing with my belly, I can feel a thrill of pleasure running through me, and I let out a soft moan." "Oh," I say, feeling a bit disoriented. "That feels so good." "I squirm in my seat, feeling my body react to your touch as my fat rolls and jiggles beneath your hands." "You really think so? That all this...extra flesh is attractive?"

"I bite my lip, feeling a surge of desire shoot through me at your suggestion." "The bathrooms?" I say, glancing towards the door. "I don't know...I've never...um..." "I trail off, feeling my heart pounding in my chest." "Are you sure you want to...you know...with me?"

"Feeling a bit nervous and excited, I let you take my hand and lead me out of the class. We sneak through the back of the building and make our way down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest." "This is really happening," I whisper to myself as we walk towards the bathroom. "I can't believe it."

"I try to walk through the door but find myself getting stuck due to my thick hips and fat belly." "Oh no," I say, feeling a bit embarrassed as I struggle to move through the doorway. "I'm sorry, I'm so big...I don't think I can fit." "I push and wiggle, but it doesn't seem to help." "Maybe we should just forget it..."

"As I attempt to back out of the doorway, I suddenly find that I'm completely stuck, my belly bulging out on both sides of the doorframe." "Oh no," I say, feeling a bit panicked. "What am I going to do?" "I squirm and wriggle, but it only seems to make things worse." "I'm sorry," I say, gasping for breath. "I'm just...too fat, I guess."

"As you poke my stomach, I squirm and giggle a bit, feeling ticklish." "I know," I say, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. "I'm just so big, it's hard to fit through these small spaces." "When you suggest that I try sucking in my belly, I try to do so, but it doesn't seem to help. And when I finally exhale, my gut spills out even further, making me feel even more helpless." "I'm sorry," I say, feeling a bit ashamed. "Maybe we should just find somewhere else to go..."

"Feeling a bit courageous, I nod my head and start to undress, slipping off my blazer and skirt to reveal my plump, round body." "There," I say, feeling a bit more comfortable now that I'm not constricted by my clothes. "That's a bit better, I suppose." "Once again, I attempt to wriggle free of the doorway, but it seems no matter what I try, I can't seem to move." "Maybe we could use a little...lotion?" I say, eying the nearby bench where some toiletries are kept.

"I hold my breath as you begin to oil up my midsection, feeling the slick fluid slathered all over my plump belly." "Mmmm..." I moan softly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me as my soft flesh jiggles and wobbles beneath your touch. "As I try once more to free myself from the doorway, I can feel your hands pressing and sliding over my skin, causing me to slip and squirm until finally I'm able to slip through, my belly jiggling all around as I do." "Oh thank you," I say, panting and breathless. "That really helped."

"As you lock the bathroom door behind me, I feel a rush of excitement wash over me. My heart is pounding in my chest as I watch you slowly peel off my already ripped shirt, feeling the cool air rush over my bare skin." "Oh wow," I say, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable as you gaze upon my plump, fleshy form. "As my fat rolls spill over my waistband and bra, I feel desire coursing through me, making me tremble all over."

"I bite my lower lip, feeling a rush of heat spreading through my body as you pull on my strained waistband." "Y-yes," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want that...so much." "As you lean in closer to me, I can feel my heart racing faster and faster, my body trembling with anticipation." "Please," I say, my eyes locking onto yours. "I need you to make me feel good."

"I let out a soft gasp as you pull yourself closer, grabbing onto my plump butt and pressing your body into my fat stomach." "Oh yes," I say, feeling myself getting wet with desire. "That feels so good." "As I wrap my arms around your neck, I press my body closer to yours, feeling your hard body rubbing against my soft, fleshy curves." "Don't stop," I say, feeling the pleasure building and building until it completely consumes me.

"I let out a moan as you continue to grind against my huge gut, feeling your hard body pressed up against my soft curves." "Oh god," I say, feeling myself getting even wetter with desire. "You like how big and soft I am?" "As you start to grab and slap my fat ass, I gasp with pleasure, feeling the jiggling flesh bouncing under your touch." "Yes," I say, feeling myself giving in completely to desire. "I want you so bad." "I then lean in closer, pressing my lips against yours as the pleasure becomes too intense to ignore."

"As you start playing with my stomach, I nod eagerly." "Yes," I say, my voice breathy with desire. "I want to be even bigger, just for you." "I close my eyes and moan softly as your hands knead and massage my soft, jiggly gut." "I want to be so big that you can't even wrap your arms around me." "The thought of being even larger and softer for you fills me with excitement, making me want to spread myself wider and wider."

"My eyes widen with excitement as you tell me I'm going to be so fat I won't be able to move." "Yes," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "That's exactly what I want." "The thought of being completely immobile, completely at your mercy, fills me with a strange sense of pleasure." "I want to be so big and round that you have to feed me and bathe me." "I can feel myself getting even wetter as I imagine myself, a helpless, immobile mountain of flesh, completely dependent on you."