>her name is polka omaru and she is the most beautiful being you have ever seen
>the way the white fur pokes out from her slightly flopped ears
>the way the sun from the window glints off her pristine golden hair
>the way the makeup under her eyes invites you to get lost in the deep purple pools
>the way her heaving breasts are only few meals away from resting on her desk
>the way her too tight uniform shirt hugs the salacious curvature of her belly, forced into two distinct rolls as the desk dug harshly into her waist
>the way her fattened legs force her to sit with them slightly parted causing the hem of too small skirt to end even higher
>the way her meaty thighs call for you, beg for you to explore their each and every inch with your tongue
>the teacher calls your name but how could you possibly be expected to pay attention when an avatar of pure sex sits only a scant few feet from your lecherous eyes
>polka laughs softly as you fail to answer the question, you can only assume the gates of heaven opening would share the same sound
>you see her pick up her pencil and write something quickly before folding the paper and discretely passing it to the girl in front of her, you would pay any price to have those hands touching you instead
>the note's recipient stifles a laugh before writing a reply, what could they be talking about?
>you pray that god exists and that he allows them to be talking about you
>you would happily give your life to have this angel of adipose think about you for but a moment
>
>the bell rings and you feel an involuntary twitch in your groin
>while you would be content to stay here staring at this idol of fertility for the rest of your life, this next part of your day was true paradise
>it is time for lunch
>you have the best seat in the cafeteria, the best seat in the entire world
>you sit with a perfect back view of the porcine princess
>the way she pulls her skirt down before she sits, trying and failing to prevent her cellulite ridden thighs from sticking to her seat
>the way the fat of her ass rolls over both sides of her seat
>the way her shirt rides up when she bends forward to eat, exposing the soft fat of her lower back and her love handles bulging over her skirt
>the way her braided hair rests so perfectly over her shoulder
>the way she looks down whenever one of the popular girls walks by
>what you wouldn't give to bend her over the lunch table and pull her ponytail as you pound her fat ass right here in front of everyone
>polka looks back, making eye contact with you if only for a moment as the bell rings, had it been on purpose?
>the front of your pants was getting as tight as the waistband of her skirt must be
>
>putting the rest of your belongings in your backpack, you've already begun counting the minutes until you would get to spend another day basking in her beauty
>you close your locker and turn to find yourself face to face with a dream
>polka omaru
>her hips look even wider when they are right in front of you
>she is looking down at the floor, though you suspect she cant see it at all with her breasts and belly in the way
>"u-uhmmm.. i was wondering if.."
>she takes a deep breath and gains the courage to look you in the face
>"would you.."
>her cheeks are bright pink
>"would you go to prom with me?"
>god is good
