hobgoblin706

What's in this? A two part story about a girl being scolded for being a shameful fatty at the buffet, and the results of that kismet encounter PART ONE: “Wow. You are a terrible fatty.” Marina flinched. Behind her in the buffet line stood a tallish blond girl in a dark grey tank and a jean jacket. She was plump, a doughy, soft looking gut rolling over tight sweats that strained hard around her sausage legs, but nowhere near as fat as Marina. “I- excuse me?” “We’re at the fucking Golden Corale, and what have you got? Cottage cheese and a salad?” The girl scoffed. “Fucking, like, tragic.” “I’m just trying to lose weight! I’m sorry, do I know you?” The girl, plate loaded with fries, cake, fried chicken and a mountain of potato salad, slapped a pancake on top of all the disordered grease, then reached for syrup to drown it in. “No. But I know you.” Marina flinched again. “What? How? Are you like-” she got her voice down to a low, terrified whisper. “A stalker?” The pudgy brunette