<div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/a625/f/2015/176/4/c/fatty_101_by_pewbutt-d8yrp1p.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maron<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library(private area) -> Library(staff area) -> Library<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>Maron groggily opened her eyes, blinking a few times before before releasing her tight grip on her middle. For whatever reason she started hugging her belly enthusiastically during the night which would leave some pressure marks for the next few minutes. She prodded her creamy flawless flesh, trying to get herself awake before sitting up, her heavy middle weighing down on her lap, her large breasts resting on top. She swung her covers off of her, making her shiver in pleasure as the covers rubbed against her cock on the way. Her morning wood was pointing past her belly, pressing against it. Though her legs were spread her thick thighs pressed against her throbbing cock and plush white middle, making her nethers feel hotter than they already were. She yawned, stretching her arms. She tried to get her hair in order, her breasts swaying while she did so. She patted her belly, the large white orb jiggling from her touch before she stood up, her heavy body making her ascent slightly difficult. After all large breasts, belly, cock, butt, hips etc. amounted to some weight on her frame.<br/><br/>She blinked a few times before approaching her shower, climbing into the booth. It was small, but roomy enough for her to move a step without coming in contact with anything. Her hips were swaying on the way, her assets jiggling. Feeling the hot water against her overly sensitive skin made her moan, her cock dripping its fluid on the shower floor. She let a hand wonder down to her cock, fondling it's head enthusiastically, moaning as she massaged her sensitive belly, one of her most erogenous zones. She came quickly, and hard, a big wad of cum painting the shower wall, requiring her to clean it off for a minute before she could exit the shower.<br/><br/>She sighed, arranging her shower utensils neatly by size before exiting her bathroom completely, opening her closet to find an appropriate outfit. With her manly tool down to a more reasonable size she put on a pair of panties that managed to keep her it under control and actually cover some of her expanse of a butt. Her bra fit her well too, managing to keep her breasts in order. That was where her wardrobe's efficiency ended. She pulled up her skirt, trying to force it over her hips unsuccessfully, stopping just below her lovehandles. She tried for a few more seconds but sighed, resigning with her tight wardrobe. Why couldn't she just have fitting clothing for once. She tried to put on her jacket and the first two buttons fit fine, but she had to force the other ones closed, closing them so tightly her belly was spilling out of the gaps. It was uncomfortable but at least half decent so she gave her wardrobe a disapproving look before getting two toasts for breakfast and exiting the private area, entering the main area of the library. She leant on her counter, surveying the action in the library to see if anything was to be fixed. She looked into the shelves under the counter and found a plate of cinnamon buns she made the day before, eyeing it for a few second before placing it next to her on the counter. Her sleeve got caught on the edge and she had to pull a bit before it freed itself. The fact that her belly fit so badly was bad enough but because the uniform was tailored for a fat person the sleeves were much too big for her lithe arms. She sighed, idly nibbling on a cinnamon bun while she sorted through a bit of paperwork, sorting out which books were still missing from last year. On her third cinnamon bun, she was distracted by a few straining noises below her but ignored it, focusing on her paperwork. But when she touched the empty plate, searching for her seventh bun, the straining noises became louder and she stepped back to check. The motion made her belly wobble, forcing the middle buttons to explode off of her uniform, setting some of her belly free to jiggle within the confines of her uniform. It shook for a few seconds before another two buttons popped, her skintight uniform straining against her plump figure, her belly set free in it's entire white, flawless glory. She grinded her teeth in anger, cursing the headmistress for always giving her so badly tailored uniforms.