Satisfied that there was nobody around to see her, Shinka Nibutani strolled down the aisles of various bookshelves, reaching deep into the heart of the library. Some would say it would much easier to simply make friends who liked her for who she was, but that wasn't something Nibutani was about to consider. Telling lies to avoid having to let others see her body, preparing excuses so that nobody would know her true hobbies, Shinka truly put a lot of work into hiding who she actually was. It would only be natural for a cheerleader to stay late, not to mention that she used to enjoy the admiration that came when other girls saw her in this well-known uniform. If anyone happened to see her, hanging around in the school building after class ended, she wanted to have an excuse. This was why Nibutani was squeezed into her cheerleading uniform, despite having made a string of excuses to get out of the last few practice sessions, in order to avoid having to reveal the embarrassing state of her body. The soft flesh of her bulging butt cheeks smacked against each other quietly as she walked forward, almost like gentle applause for the brave feat of actually hauling such an unwieldy body about. The truth of course, was that her buttocks held such stupendous mass, that their momentum forced her to walk in such an exaggerated fashion. It almost looked like some kind of primitive courtship ritual, swaying her fertile hips from side to side, in a manner that would surely attract any lustful eyes. Relieved, she snuck inside, her enormous lower half swaying as she did so. It didn’t look like anybody else was in the library at such a late hour. Slowly peeling open the door, Nibutani gently placed her heavy foot into the school library. A place she couldn’t possibly let the popular kids see her spending time in. After all, she was stepping into a realm of forbidden knowledge. “Nnhhh… nobody left… nobody right… here we go…” Finally reaching the sliding door that lead to her destination, Nibutani panted for air as she checked to ensure nobody could be following her. Wearing the ultimate outfit that symbolised the pretty, popular, normie girl, which was utterly failing to contain her flabby body, Nibutani looked for all the world like a girl firmly in denial of the downhill spiral she was currently hurtling into. Whilst this had lead to a slight increase in size, the cost had been a lamentable loss of perkiness. Her breasts, already large mounds that were the apple of the male student’s eyes, had taken on an increased fatty mass. Her thighs clearly brushed up against each other with every step she took, with her stupendous posterior bobbing along in a matching rhythm. The skirt dug into her stomach to a degree that looked almost painful, and the top rode up to reveal far too much flesh that had begun to ruin her midriff of late. However, she hadn’t been cheerleading at all, despite the tiny white, yellow, and blue outfit that clung to her curves. “Huff… Huff…” Right now, waddling down the dim corridor, Nibutani was beginning to sweat a little. Well, it had been devastating on her waistline. Precisely the kind of losers she couldn’t afford to be seen with! Even worse, spending so much time laying about with such slothful nerds, not to mention the stress eating that came from trying to manage her new double life….
Unfortunately for the poor girl, Nibutani’s past life had been used as blackmail material to force her to join The Oriental Napping Society, an aimless school club comprised entirely of those suffering from chuunibyo. She had tried so, so, hard to leave her old self behind. Nibutani’s school life up until this academic year had been plagued with the terrible affliction known as chuunibyo, sometimes known as middle school delusions. Her appearance, her gestures, her attitude, all of them had been carefully calculated to create the ultimate high school debut.
The truth was that Nibutani wasn’t quite so effortlessly angelic.
Truly, the idol of the school.Īt least, that was what Nibutani hoped that everyone believed. Even now, she was clad in the school's cheer leading uniform, no doubt dutifully preparing for some passionate after school practice. Shinka Nibutani was a beloved class representative, and Vice-President of the Student Council, known for her diplomatic demeanor and attractive figure. Having topped a recent popularity poll among the boys, this girl was just as recognisable for her eternally pleasant behavior, as she was for the enormous novelty pink hair clip that sat askew, atop her eye brows, in the midst of her great mane of brunette hair. And yet, in one quiet corridor, tinted red by the fading sunlight, one girl endured. As the sun set upon a perfectly ordinary Japanese High School, few students still remained in the oppressive halls of learning.
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