It Wasn’t Really Her Fault
Poor Simone couldn’t do anything else but look down at her bloated gut. It wasn’t really her fault. It was hard for the obese, 16 year old, calico to look anywhere else. The slight ripples from within her big, round, cat, belly even showed through the white blouse that was part of her school uniform. True, the fact that the fabric was practically stretched skin-tight over her massive middle really didn’t help matters either
It wasn’t her fault she felt so hungry on her way to lunch at the local burger place. She, and her far skinnier friends, frequented it quite often. Simone hated the long walk to get there though. It wasn’t her fault she got so hungry from the never-ending march, was it? Of course, in all truthfulness, the restaurant was only a block away from her high school, but that didn’t matter to the tubby teen
Besides, those 2, mice, women shouldn’t have been there. Who holds an open-air wrestling match that close to a high school? Well, on its own that wouldn’t have been so bad. However, the fact that this match was to take place in a pit of chocolate pudding really wasn’t appropriate for the location they had chosen
True, the match was to take place that night when the school was closed and younger eyes weren’t around. Plus, the ring was actually on a private beach on the other side of the street. This did make things seem a little less seedy, or as less seedy as 2 women wrestling in pudding could be. Besides, the women practicing weren’t wearing anything overtly skimpy. They simply adorned 2-piece swimsuits. Not even bikinis
Still, it would’ve been better to hold the match somewhere else, especially as far as Simone was concerned. She still couldn’t see how she could be blamed for this. After all, chocolate was her favorite flavor of mouse. Besides, childish as it might seem, she had a bit of an affinity for pudding, especially after not eating all morning. Yes, she had a very large, and hearty, breakfast, but the poor kitten hadn’t been allowed any snacks in class. She was a growing girl. She needed to eat!
After all, it wasn’t really her fault that the mice had looked, and smelled, so delicious. Besides, if they didn’t want to get eaten they could’ve at least tried to run away. True, the starving, fat, gluttonous, teen hadn’t given them much warning before she grabbed them both. Indeed, it only took her a few seconds to send the yummy mice into her growling belly
So, she just stood there staring at her fuzzy, now larger, dome of a belly. She, like always, couldn’t see her blue skirt, or stocking-covered legs, thanks to her balloon of a middle. All she could see was her big, fat, belly jiggling and bouncing slightly as the mice women within did their best to escape. Of course, they weren’t going to. Once Simone put something inside her greedy, ever-hungry, teen tummy it wasn’t coming back out
She did feel a bit bad for the wrestlers. She may be a glutton, but didn’t like having to eat other people. True, she did gobble up others when she got the chance. She just couldn’t help it. Like most her age, she was a bottomless pit when it came to food. This was only made worse by the fact she was quite overweight, making her all the hungrier. Still, it wasn’t really her fault that these tasty mice were presented to her, covered in chocolate, with no one around to see, or catch, her. It was like they were practically begging to be eaten!
“Hey Simone! Are we going for lunch, or are you just going to stand there?” Her friend, Tabitha, called out to her
Simone snapped out of her remorseful thoughts and blinked back at her friends. She only paused further to give her classmates a quick look over. Tabitha, like the marmalade colored kitty standing next to her named Cindy, was quite thin. Tabitha, a black tabby herself, wore the same uniform that Simone, Cindy and the rest of the girls at the school, did, although theirs fit a lot better. This glance was only broken by a quick look at her belly, which rumbled greedily, coaxing her on
“Coming!” She shouted with a lick of her lips, taking in the last droplets of chocolate pudding from around her mouth
She might have just eaten 2, big, mouse, women, but that didn’t mean she wanted to miss lunch! So, forgetting about what just happened, Simone happily waddled over to her friend’s side, ready to eat again. Her big, lively, belly bouncing with each step she took
Yes, it was excessive. Yes, it wasn’t going to help her lose any of that weight. Yes, she regretted that 2, mostly innocent, mice were now just a pre-lunch snack for a fat cat. However, as the obese, always-hungry, teen saw things, it wasn’t really her fault