Chapter 2

7 months earlier...

D'lacey Stewart arrived on campus bright and early, excited to start her college life. In fact she was so early she beat the RA's to the dorms and was waiting outside with all of her luggage when they arrived at 7 a.m. to open the doors. The RA's are upperclassmen so when they see the girl waiting there with three suitcases in a backpack bright eyed and bushy tail, they all cast her sideways glance still yawning and sipping on their coffees.

Plunging the key into the door, the lead RA turn the lock and pulls open the glass double door. Holding it open for her compatriots, she lets it go but just enough time for D'lacey to sneak her foot in. Undeterred by the slight, she pulls it open and starts dragging her things into the lobby. Getting offered no assistance she drags her things down to the elevator all by herself and when she arrives she pushes the button.

Growing up just outside of campus, D'lacey is a California Girl through and through and is dressed just like one. Wearing a D&D tank top and a pair of cut-off shorts, she has no qualms that her bra straps are showing. However her comfort level with her body ends then and there. 5 foot 9 and skinny as a twig, she has average length legs and a long torso. On top of that she is relatively flat chested. In her mind a 34B cup padded bra does not really count as being chesty at all. She also has a small, but perky butt which her denim shorts show off quite clearly. Standing with a slight droop to her shoulders and a hunch, D'lacey suffers from a lack of self-confidence, but if she gave herself a chance she would see just how gorgeous she really is.

Even though she is tall and not very curvy, she does have a narrow waist which allows her small hips to flare out giving her a slight hourglass look. Also she has a beautifully angular face with high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and a head of gorgeous, dirty blonde hair. Unfortunately, she has not changed her haircut since she was 12 years old which means she still wears it in a short bob with bangs. Watching the elevator doors open D'lacey takes a deep and excited breath for she steps inside with all of her things excited to start over.

As far back as she can remember, Delacey was always taller than most of her classmates and even after some of them had passed her and height she still felt like an odd duckling. While other girls matured she felt like mother nature had left her behind. This natural awkwardness pushed her more towards the geek and the nerd we spent their days playing video games and Dungeons & Dragons or Magic the Gathering. She also developed quite an interest in comic books, so making guy friends was never all that hard, but being more than friends was always the biggest challenge. In high school she had one boyfriend and he was the nerdiest guy in school. Think bowl cut and coke bottle glasses geek. The guy even wore suspenders! The relationship did not last very long, but it definitely did more harm than good for her social status. When she graduated high school she was probably the only virgin who did.

Reaching her floor, the elevator doors open and D'lacey makes her way to her dorm room. Inserting the key she turns the handle and pushes it open. Seeing two single beds, two dressers and two little computer desks with shelves on either side, she looks left and then right and walks up to the side that she likes the best. Drawing her bags one at a time on top of the mattress, she gets to work putting away her things excited to start her new life as a college woman.

If D'lacey is the definition of punctuality, her roommate is anything but. Arriving on campus a little after 10, she cruises down the streets lost. The UCLA campus is massive and after driving around in circles for ten minutes, the black with dual red stripes Camaro SS pulls alongside a couple of guys walking down the sidewalk. Seeing the hot American muscle car cruise to crawl next to them, the two guys grin and come to a stop and watch as the blocked out driver side window rolls down nice and slow. Instantly they both smile even larger when it is revealed to be a woman wearing big black sunglasses behind the wheel. Even though her face is and her arms are thick, implying that she is overweight, they don't care because just below her chin are too massive monsters jutting into her t-shirt.

"Excuse me boys, but could one of you tell me how to get to Classic Hall?" The woman asks, her round face breaking into a nice smile looking up at them from behind the wheel.

Glancing up to see her smile, both of the guys look right back down to her huge fun bags. "Yeah, just go down this street until you see the library. Hook a right and then 8 left two streets later then follow it all the way to the top of the hill. At the top you will see the dorms. Once you get there there will be a sign telling you which way to go, you can't miss it." The first guy, wearing a UCLA t-shirt and blue shorts, says with a smile as he runs his hand through his wavy, medium length hair.

Feeling their eyes right on her tits, the Auburn haired woman lower sore sunglasses with the tip of her index finger showing them her beautiful hazel eyes. "Thanks." She says then looks down. Seeing their boners, she pushes her sunglasses back up her little nose, faces forward again and rolls up her window then drives off. Seeing them standing there staring through the rearview mirror, she chuckles and shakes her head. "Too bad their equipment is lacking..." She says giving one of her tits a gentle squeeze.

Finally cresting the hill, she sees the sign that the cute guy told her about and Follow the arrow. Driving around to the back, she parks her car in an open area and sit there for a few minutes. It has been a long drive. Driving across the country took 4 days and the final leg took longer because of traffic. So after 6 hours behind the wheel she was ready to get inside, unpack your bags and take a nice hot shower. However before she could get out of the car she had to take care of a couple of things first. Looking down out of her ballooning t-shirt, she grabs the underwires of her massive bra and starts pulling down. Plugging in side to side, she then looks around before rolling up her tight t-shirt. Exposing her bra she then reaches inside the cuffs and adjust the contents making sure that they are situated inside properly. The last thing any woman wants is to be uncomfortable! Rolling her t-shirt down, she finally opens the door and steps outside. It is hot, over a hundred and five degrees hot and the blast of hot dry air hits her like a wall. Instantly she can feel herself starting to sweat and like usual her pants are falling down. With half her ass and her underwear hanging out, she grabs the waistband of her jeans and starts tugging them up. Even though her ass is wide and flat, it is hard to pull up tightly fitting jeans so when she does her giant milk jugs start jiggling and shaking generously!

*creak, creak, stretch, creak, stretch!*

Finally getting her pants up, she reaches under the overhang of her relatively flat looking stomach and tightens her belt by another notch. Satisfy, she closes the door and pop the lid on her trunk open with her key fob. Grabbing her suitcases she closes the trunk with her elbow and then starts walking across the parking lot and around to the front of the building with her suitcases in tow.

Of course she is spotted the moment she got out of her car. Even though she parked far away everyone with working eyes did not miss the sight of the big woman with big breasts getting out of her car, and for those that didn't, it did not take long for her jiggling jugs to catch their attention and keep it. When she walked up the side of the building than round the corner to the front, nearly everyone was sizing up the newest arrival.

She was a heavyweight. Those thick thighs and arms and that hefty waistline stretching out her t-shirt and jeans more than confirmed that. She is pretty for the most part, but what the girls notice and saw the guys gawking at was her chest.

It was arguably the biggest set on campus and instantly made the porker desire-able.

Huge boobs do that. They make a girl look smaller and these were epic.

The girls saw her as an obstacle or competition because she has a big chest.

The guys saw her as something to fuck and based on the number looks, and the number of subtle salutes, she has a WIDE range of suitors.

Walking towards the front door with a suitcase on wheels dragging behind her in either hand, she felt everyone's stares as much as she felt her her belly, thighs, ass jiggle, and juggernauts jump.