"I'll go with," Max responded. There wasn't really anywhere else for him to go for the time being.
"Okay... now how am I going to carry you there?" Zoe questioned. She didn't really know the protocol for handling someone of his size. Max stared as Zoe pondered, uncertain of what to expert.
Zoe stood up and reached to slide off her pants, exposing her thick, pale thighs. Her panties stretched around her butt and clutched tightly to her skin.
Max was mesmerized by the sight. Zoe's body was so much bigger now, and her curves seemed even more attractive than they had before. Over the years, Zoe had certainly gained some weight and had taken on a chubbier appearance than when Max used to know her.
She sat down on the mattress, and reached for Max. Lifting him to the seam of her panties, she carefully let him slide inside from behind.
Max was met with silky fabric, which was pleasantly warm from her body heat. The space inside, although tight, was enough for him to comfortably position himself. Zoe's scent overwhelmed him, but it wasn't unpleasant. Max began to wonder if at his size, perhaps some primitive bit of him was being taken control of by her trace pheromones. Her feminine aroma still held a hint of sweat from that morning's earlier events.
"Comfy?" Zoe asked.
"About as much as I can be," Max sighed.
Zoe slipped on a new pair of jeans from her drawer, and left the room with Max in tow, closing the door behind her.
Samara was waiting in the hallway for Zoe to come out.
"Ready?" Sam prompted. Zoe met her with a swift nod, and the two of them began to make their way down to the dining area.
As they walked, Zoe's sweat continued to build around Max. Intense warmth radiated from her thighs and nether regions, leaving Max in a state of somewhat dazed arousal. The sensation of being carried around was strangely comforting, but Max couldn't help but feel concerned at his newfound enjoyment.
In truth, Zoe seldom experienced exercise. Even the most menial of walks or tasks would leave her winded and sweating like a pig.
The pair of girls arrived in the cafeteria, and Sam quickly dispatched herself to the cereal bar to make a bowl. Zoe, however, was determined to find something a little more substantial that would quell her hunger. She scanned the room, before setting her eyes on one of his favorite school foods, the breakfast sandwich.
It wasn't very often that they would serve Breakfast sandwiches, so just seeing it caused her mouth to water. Eggs, bacon, and a greasy, delicious, hashbrown patty gave it an illustrious glow amongst the sea of bland entrees. Though she wasn't thrilled about the amount of grease, her stomach growled in protest, begging to be satiated.
Samara stood behind Zoe judgingly and laughed, "wow, trying to get fat or what?"
"Oh shut up, I haven't eaten all morning! Someone kept me from getting food earlier..." Zoe replied with a glare.
With food gathered, the girls sat down at one of the open tables. Max's heart raced as Zoe sat down and he was pushed more firmly against her plump behind. He felt every movement and bounce, the pressure of her abundant soft flesh weighed on his tiny frame.
Samara raised an eyebrow as she studied Zoe's face, noticing the subtle change in demeanor. Her cheeks flared once more into a pink inferno as Max moved his arm, tickling just the right spot. It was a miracle she managed to not moan aloud.
"Something the matter?" Sam questioned. She unconsciously glided her tongue with a sexy demeanor across her lip piercing.
"N-nothing, just my stomach." Zoe lied.
She was beginning to regret bringing Max along, and couldn't help but feel distracted with every passing second. Doing her best to focus on eating, she took the first bite of her sandwich.
A greasy explosion of flavors danced on her tongue, Zoe couldn't help but feel a little better as her taste buds lit up. Her stomach growled, still feeling empty.
Zoe continued to eat in ecstasy, her digestive track kicking into gear as she went on. Despite being stationary, Zoe's sweat derived from exercise was gradually replaced by sweat generated from her rapid eating.
Her gut began to rumble violently as her already fairly bloated body expanded with food. Zoe had never been able to resist her urge to stuff her face, it was a self-admitted lifelong struggle. Her stomach continued to churn in protest, but she made no effort to stop. Sam couldn't help but feel disgusted, watching her roommate gorge herself so shamelessly.
Suddenly, Zoe felt her gut contract, and the pressure that had been building up from her binge eating began to release. Involuntarily, a deep and rumbling fart began to erupt from her backside.
BRRRRRRRPPPPTTT
Max was utterly incapable of avoiding the blow, as he suffered through, so far, the most disgusting gas he had encountered. His eyes watered, leaving him to briefly wonder if he wouldn't pass out.
Zoe's cheeks burned with embarrassment realizing what she had just done. Although her panties weren't exactly clean before, they were certainly well worn now. At this point, even a normal sized human would gag if forced to sniff her underwear, but for Max the experience was unlike anything else. The only comparison he could articulate was like an Elephant letting loose on a rodent sized creature.
It smelled like a combination of rotten eggs and very expired milk, meanwhile the heat was almost unbearable. Her gas was, to Max's displeasure, trapped securely within the double layer of panties and jeans. Even if he wanted to escape at this point, it was a sheer impossibility.
Zoe let out a small sigh, before resuming to eat, her appetite showing no signs of slowing down. While she could dwell on feeling bad for Max and his situation, it was simply not her problem. Much more pressing, were her stomach's demands at the moment.
With Zoe still gorging her face, the two girls made casual small talk. Discussing classes, daily routines, how the weather's been, and other asinine topics. Samara, who had finished her own food a while ago, gradually grew bored of the conversation.
Sam's mind began to drift into other domains of thought. She glanced over at Zoe's plate, noticing that it was nearly finished. Figuring that their meal was soon to be done with, she decided to talk more about what's really been on her mind.
"So, have you fucked him yet?" She asked bluntly, catching Zoe by surprise.
She choked a little on her sandwich, forcing a brief pause. Not sure what to say, she struggled to gather her thoughts. Of course, she had never had sex in her life, let alone with Max. The thought alone brought about another gradient of embarrassment across her cheeks.
"Wh-why would you ask that?" She responded, "you know I haven't."
"Just wondering," Sam shrugged. "You guys were friends before, right?"
Zoe hesitantly confirmed with a nod, unsure of when Sam would've learned that. Samara was a very nosy girl in general though, it was possible that a mutual friend could've gossiped about Zoe's past friendships and potential interests.
"Well... I think the three of us should try some stuff later. I have some *really* fun ideas." Sam said with a smirk, slightly tilting her head. "What do you say, huh? If 'doing it' with just another girl isn't your thing, let's spruce things up a bit."
Zoe glanced nervously around the dining area, checking to see if anyone was nearby. Speaking with a hushed voice she replied, "fine, whatever, but you need to keep it down. This is our secret, remember?"
"Of course," Sam gleefully replied, satisfied with Zoe's agreement. She couldn't wait to get back to the dorm and play around, especially since she had been lusting over Zoe for so long. Sam almost didn't mind having to include Max in the fun, despite lacking much interest in men.
Although Max didn't appreciate how blatantly they were talking about him in public, he didn't have much choice in the manner. At the very least, their secret seemed to be safe with the three of them for now.
Zoe took the last bite of her sandwich, her gurgling in reaction. She felt bloated and tired, but at the same time, couldn't deny the intense pleasure she took from stuffing herself to such an extent. The thought of having to walk all the way back to her dorm after such a feast was not appealing, but Max's unforgettable presence reminded her she couldn't keep him in there forever.
Slowly, she stood up, her legs slightly uneven. The two girls promptly made their way out of the dining hall, Zoe's bloated body struggling to keep up with Samara's nimble pace, her legs feeling as if they were made of jelly.