Of course!

You get up from the cafe table, holding the Rulebook close to your large chest and hurry out with your bag slung over one shoulder. It’s only a short walk to the college from the cafe but every step of the way you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. It’s only about half an hour until classes start so you know that the hallways will be jammed with people putting their spare books away in their lockers and chatting with their friends. Perfect.

You walk along the corridor and the change is noticeable, before you’d get an odd glance and hear a half comment that you could never be 100% sure was actually about you, but this time the whispers follow you down the corridor towards your locker.

“There she is, fat bitch...”

“Did you hear Emily has plans now the new rules are...”

“Stay close, this is going to be a show and a half...”

It’s not obvious if you hadn’t been looking for it, but you notice how people are starting to drift slowly in the direction of your locker. Small groups of friends laughing and chatting as normal but eyes have focused on you and it feels like there is a static charge in the air. You try to ignore it all, wanting to have as much fun as you can when the fun really starts rather than creaming yourself in the corridor from anticipation.

To reach your locker you have to stand on tiptoes, it’s always been a constant source of embarrassment that to put your books away you have to stretch your short frame up and often expose a flash of your chubby belly or draw your leggings tight against your ass as you stretch, but this time it just fills you with excitement. The corridor behind you goes quiet and you bite your lip in anticipation, trying to act like you’ve not noticed anything out of the ordinary. The hand that fists itself in your short electric blue hair is sudden, expected, but sudden and it jerks you backwards hard with unexpected ****, already rougher than the normal bullying you get..