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POV: You sit down next to the new girl at school.She’s huge...

Published: September 1st 2025, 6:26:04 am

POV: You sit down next to the new girl at school.

She’s huge. She can't sit like a normal girl. Her belly pours over the edge of her desk, pressing into the wood, pushing against yours so there’s barely any space left. The school gave her a larger seat and a special desk… and even that looks like it’s struggling to contain her.

Her thighs spread wide, overflowing the chair, soft flesh hanging over the sides until it almost touches the floor. Her arms rest heavy on the desk, thick and round, brushing against you every time she shifts. She leans forward to write, but her belly presses into the desk so tightly she can barely move her hand across the page. Each attempt at taking notes is broken by her breathing loud, ragged, labored as her chest heaves under the weight pressing down on her lungs.

The wood creaks with every shift of her body, her presence filling every inch of the space around you. You can smell the warmth of her skin, hear the sound of her breath, feel the heat radiating off her body.

You can’t look away. She’s too much for the desk, too much for the chair, too much for the classroom… and now, sitting next to her, you realize she’s too much for you, too. Too beautiful for you... You can’t help but stare at her. You watch the way her belly pours over the edge of her desk, threatening to spill onto you. The way her thighs strain against the seat, their soft flesh hanging over the sides. You’re mesmerized by the way her breathing changes every time she moves, the sound of her lungs working overtime to keep up with the weight of her belly. But it’s not just physical attraction. There’s something about her presence that makes you feel small, almost insignificant compared to her. You lean in closer, trying to take in every detail of her.

She sighs heavily as the bell rings, signaling the end of the first hour. She turns to you, her breath still labored from the effort of moving around.

“You mind giving me a hand?”

She gestures to her backpack, which is sitting on the floor next to her desk, clearly out of reach due to her size. You nod and get up from your chair, moving over to her side. You can feel the heat radiating off her body as you lean down to grab her backpack.

As you do, you catch a glimpse of her belly again. It’s so large and round, overflowing the edge of her desk and spreading out over her lap. You can’t help but stare again, fascinated by the sheer size of it.

You lift the backpack, offering it to her with a slight smile.

She takes it with a grateful nod, her heavy arms moving slowly as she struggles to lift it into her lap. The backpack looks tiny compared to her, and it only adds to the sense of her overwhelming size. She starts rummaging through it, taking out food as she goes. It’s mostly junk food, candy bars and chips, and you watch as she begins to eat, a small feast laid out in front of her. But even as she eats, you can see the strain on her body, the way her lungs are working hard to keep up with the effort of simply breathing with so much weight on her... You can’t help but feel a mix of fascination and concern. She’s so big, so heavy, and it seems like eating all that food is making it even harder for her to move around.

She lets out another sigh, this time of satisfaction as she finishes her food. Her belly shifts and moves as she sits upright again, the fabric of her shirt stretched tight to hold it all in.

She turns to you, noticing your staring. A small smile plays at the corner of her lips.

“You’re staring.😏"