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(WG, XWG, Fit to Fat, Feederism)Chapter 2: I don't take “no” for an answer.

Catherine was still lying on the bed, looking at her cell phone. The bag of gummy bears lay next to her, now almost empty. It had gotten dark outside, and only the occasional voices of other students drifted in through the open window. She scrolled through Instagram for a little while longer, enjoying the music and the fact that she’d already made it through her first day. Or should one say, Day Zero? After all, she didn’t know her teammates yet, nor had she attended any classes or lectures so far. Cat hadn’t even met her roommate yet.

Time passed as the young woman’s thoughts circled around the next day’s practice and whether a business degree was really the right fit for her. But Cat wasn’t the type to worry much. She was ready to tackle whatever came her way. Every now and then she reached for another gummy bear. The sugar did Cat good.

At some point, she heard a car outside and looked up from her phone. The sound of the engine grew louder, then brakes screeched, and she heard a car door open and close. Cat sat up and listened. Some slow footsteps were approaching the dorm. She quickly stood up, set her phone aside, slipped off her bathrobe, and hurriedly pulled on a pair of short shorts and a loose T-shirt. Catherine stepped out of her room into the small hallway. Just in time, before the apartment door opened and the first thing she saw coming in was a small wall of shopping bags.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” The voice sounded soft, beautiful, and extremely friendly.

“Yeah, hi. My name’s Catherine. Catherine Wallace. We’re… uh, should I first…,” Cat began, tilting her head as she watched the woman—who appeared to be a bit shorter—struggle with her massive haul. And the kitchen had actually already been pretty well-stocked.

“Damn! What a load of crap!” the petite woman cursed, more or less throwing the groceries onto the floor rather than setting them down, then took a deep breath. She then looked at Catherine and walked toward her with a beaming smile.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Monica Herrera.”

Monica was indeed a bit shorter than Cat. Her black hair was styled in an undercut—the sides shaved, and the top a bit longer and tousled. Large glasses perched on her nose, and several piercings glinted in her ears. Tattoos ran along both her arms—some of them characters from comics and video games, as Cat suspected, even though she wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about them. On one wrist, Monica wore a smartwatch; on the other, a black spiked bracelet along with several colorful festival wristbands.

On top, the petite woman wore a white shirt with a rather gory motif from a horror movie that stretched tightly across her chest. In any case, that was the first thing Catherine automatically noticed. Monica had an enormous bust. Two heavy sacks of flesh, each twice as massive as her head, swayed lazily back and forth in front of the petite woman. The large breasts bulged softly and heavily out of the neckline. As a result, Monica’s very large breasts acted as quite a spacer in front of her. There was no way she could see her toes at all.

Unless she was lying on her back and her heavy, soft mounds of fat—like sacks filled with pudding—rolled down to her sides, Cat thought, and immediately shook her head to chase away the dirty thought.

Down below, Monica wore a short black skirt over her wide hips and full butt, along with tight fishnet stockings and black shoes. Rounding out her alternative—not to say goth—look were black lipstick, bold eyeliner, and black-painted fingernails and toenails.

She was clearly overweight; Cat estimated her weight at about 120 kilos. Monica’s figure was a pretty distinct hourglass shape: a relatively narrow waist, little belly, but those massive breasts and sweeping hips. The outfit she was wearing was tight but not skimpy, and Monica seemed completely unconcerned about how others might look at her. Catherine liked that right away, and she found herself staring at those heavily swaying breasts for a fraction of a second longer than was actually appropriate as her new roommate approached her.

Monica looked at Cat, her whole face beaming.

Before Cat could say anything, Monica had already wrapped her in a tight, warm embrace. The young athlete helplessly let her arm—raised halfway to offer a handshake—drop back down. The large breasts pressed softly against Cat’s own, which seemed tiny in comparison. She felt the warmth and the sweet, floral scent of Monica’s hair, which she liked immediately. She couldn’t help but grin and then hugged her back, somewhat uncertainly.

“Uh… hi. Nice to meet you, too. Wow…,” Cat said, laughing hesitantly.

Monica pulled away slightly but kept her hands on Cat’s arms and continued to smile at her. The athlete looked into bright, ice-blue eyes. Then she let go of Cat’s slender, tanned arms and giggled, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, I was so excited to meet you. And I’m always pretty… quick with people.”

“It’s okay, no big deal.”

Before Cat could say anything else, Monica blurted out again: “I’m studying computer science. I’ve been here for two days already. Sorry I didn’t get back here until so late, but everything in town was packed. You look like you stepped out of a sports catalog. What are you studying, Catherine?”

Cat laughed softly.

“Thanks, I guess. Relay races and track and field are my thing. I’m majoring in business. Oh, and feel free to call me Cat. And you… you’re really straightforward, I have to say.”

“Always. Come on, I’ll put the stuff away. You must be hungry. Or have you already had some of the lasagna?”

They went into the kitchen, and Cat helped her new roommate carry the bags, taking the opportunity to ogle Monica’s big butt. Then they unpacked the groceries. Catherine was surprised at how many unhealthy treats were in there. Monica didn’t seem to care at all if anyone thought she was too fat. The young athlete liked that her roommate was apparently blessed with a much slower metabolism than her own, but didn't let that stop her from living how she wanted.

“So, important: You never have to worry about food. I’ll buy everything. You just give me a list every week. Whatever you like, whatever you need. I always cook too much anyway. Double portions, leftovers for the next day. That’s my thing,” Monica said as she put frozen pizzas in the freezer.

Cat leaned against the kitchen table and watched her.

“The lasagna was fantastic. Really. I ate three servings.”

Monica turned around, her eyes wide and sparkling behind her glasses.

“Three? Oh my God, I’m so glad to hear that! Most people eat one and are full. You’re athletic. I’m sure you can handle a lot. Unlike me.” She patted her hip, laughing.

She set a large box of donuts on the table and opened it.

“Here, help yourself.”

“Thanks. But… we’ve only just met. The lasagna thing was really nice and all, but you can’t just shower me with stuff like this. You don’t have to keep shopping and cooking for me. If only because of the money.”

Monica shook her head, looking almost a little offended.

“Nah. That’s out of the question. I really enjoy doing this. Look.”

She pulled four credit cards out of her pants pocket and held them out to Cat.

“From my parents. Just for college—I actually have others for other things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to show off, but… I just want to say that, on the contrary, I actually always feel bad about having so much money that they give me.” For the first time since they’d met, Monica’s smile faltered slightly. “I’d be happy to take care of all the food and housework for us. Whether you want me to or not, I’m going to do it anyway, so you might as well go ahead and accept. It’s no problem. Really. None at all. That’s how I want it. I absolutely love to cook. And I want you to feel comfortable. Period.”

Cat couldn’t help but laugh out loud, leaning forward as she did so. When she was done, she pursed her lips, raised her hands, and shrugged her shoulders.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say another word,” she said, grabbing a donut.

“But don’t complain—I can eat a lot, especially before competitions.”

Monica grinned again and put the cards away.

“Great, I hope so. What do you like? Meat? Vegetarian? Lots of veggies with your sport? Probably lots of protein, right? Sweets, too? Are you allowed to eat a lot of fat and sugar? I can eat pretty much anything.”

“Oh man,” Cat said, laughing again as she ate the donut and watched the chatty Monica. “Well, actually, I like pretty much everything. We rarely had sweets at home, even though my metabolism has let me get away with eating anything so far without any consequences. But here… I’m looking forward to trying something different for a change.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” Monica was now putting milk and various kinds of cornflakes in the cupboard.

“I’m studying computer science. Programming, databases, that kind of stuff. Sounds dry, but I love it.” The completely abrupt change of subject overwhelmed Cat a bit, and she had to laugh a little in disbelief again, but in a strange way, she really liked Monica—the way she talked nonstop.

“And games, movies, TV shows, books, and stuff like that. That’s totally my thing.” She cheekily thrust her enormous boobs forward, stretching the white shirt even tighter so that Cat could clearly make out the severed, bloody heads printed on it. For a moment, the athlete forgot to chew her donut as she stared at those overflowing balloons.

“I’m into crazy, twisted stuff and everything that’s creepy and bloody. What about you? Business, right?”

“Umm… yeah. Business administration. Mainly because it’s a good stepping stone. And then there’s the athletic scholarship.”

Monica nodded vigorously and continued putting the groceries away.

“Sounds a bit dry, but to each their own. And that sport—wow. As you can see, that wouldn’t be my thing, but you’re sure to take off like a rocket. I’ve always been the nerd.”

“You’re… different than I thought, I have to say. I was expecting someone shy.”

Monica laughed loudly and heartily and turned around.

“Shy? Me? No way. I talk too much, I know. I hope that’s okay?”

“Totally okay,” Cat replied, smiling warmly and sincerely. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and sat down at the table.

“Would you like something to drink? I have Coke, water, or juice. Milk, energy drinks, lemonade, tea, iced tea, hot chocolate. Beer if you’re in the mood. Or even…”

“Water is fine.”

Monica filled two glasses and sat down across from Cat at the table. The chair creaked slightly under her weight. She leaned forward, and her large breasts immediately rested softly on the tabletop. Without a supportive bra, those meatballs would probably sag all the way down to her navel. What cup size did they fill, I wonder? P-cup, maybe?

Cat cleared her throat and resolved to look more into Monica’s beautiful eyes and less at her overflowing, heavy breasts.

“So, tomorrow it finally starts, right? The orientation party for the new students. I think I’ll go. Do you want to come? You’re meeting your team first, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m curious to see how it goes. First a little get-together to get to know each other, and then the first practice session—probably to see where the newbies stand physically.”

Cat was considering going to the party. She’d read about it on the university app but had been undecided. With Monica around, though, her decision was almost made up.

“Cool. I can pick you up if you want. Or we can meet here. Whatever you prefer.”

Cat took a sip. After these few minutes of getting to know each other, it had become clear to her that Monica wasn’t the type to call all the shots or set the tone. The one big exception seemed to be when the heavyset woman offered someone help or something similar. Turning down an offer like that from Monica seemed completely pointless, so Cat wasn’t going to try any further. She was quite the alpha herself and really hated being bossed around. However, she felt something like genuine concern from Monica, and it seemed very important to the heavyset woman to share what she had with others—to put it mildly.

“Meeting here sounds good.”

Monica beamed.

“Perfect. And if you’re hungry after your workout—I’ll cook. Whatever you want. Pasta, rice, whatever.”

They kept talking afterward. Monica told her about her own first day on campus, the intro to computer science class, a professor who smelled funny, and the games she was currently playing. Cat listened. Every now and then Monica asked a question: “How long have you been running?” “Do you have any siblings?” “What movies and TV shows do you like?”

But mostly she was the one talking, and Cat didn’t have much of a chance to ask anything herself. Loud and chatty, but not pushy. Cat found it strangely pleasant. Monica was the exact opposite of what she’d expected. Not a quiet wallflower, but this bubbly, overly friendly mix of nerd and goth. Plus the big tits that were straining her shirt to bursting, and the soft body she’d felt earlier. Cat had never explicitly been into curvier women, but the feeling had been good. Warm. Soft. She’d especially liked the heavy breasts pressed against her own small nipples. It would be damn hot to see those full, plump breasts naked someday. She grinned into her glass.

Monica noticed and looked a little unsure.

“What? Did I say something stupid?”

“No. You’re just… very open. That surprises me. But in a good way. I think it’s really great.”

“Good. Then I’ll stay that way,” said Monica, her cheeks flushing slightly as she smiled.

“Most people don’t get along with me because I talk too much or am too direct. But I’ll take your word for it. Do you like sushi?”

Catherine had come to regard these sudden shifts in conversation with Monica as normal by now and said, “Sure, of course. I’ve always liked it.”

Monica pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and started typing while they continued talking about college.

“All right, it’ll be here in a minute.”

“What?”

“Sushi, of course. We have to celebrate moving in here. The lasagna was just for lunch today. You must be starving, too, right?”

Cat was surprised and rubbed her rather full stomach, which was packed with lasagna, gummy bears, and donuts.

“Are you sure about that? You can’t just waste that much money on me.”

“Hey, it’s already ordered. I told you how it works. Don’t leave me to deal with this on my own.”

Cat just shook her head, laughing.