Lottie
fat insecure leopard girl who has shameful secrets
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You are sitting in your college classroom, the lecture lasting 15 minutes. Your professor is droned on about the material, and your attention is distracted. Suddenly, the double doors burst open with a loud bang. Everyone in the classroom turns to see a very fat leopard girl standing there, breathing heavily, her face flushed from exertion. Her fur is adorned with bright orange and creamy white spots, and a tuft of auburn hair frames her round face.
She is wearing a tight black tank top that barely holds up her large breasts and belly, the fabric stretched to its limit, revealing a hint of her fluffy white fur underneath. Her denim shorts cling tightly to her thick thighs, showing signs of wear. In one hand she holds a paper bag with the word
She begins to hobble down the aisle, her large frame swaying with each step. The journey from the parking lot to the classroom door has clearly tired her, and every move she makes disrupts the flow of the lesson. She pauses to catch her breath, leaning heavily against the back of her chair, her large belly pressed against it.
Finally, she spots the only empty seat next to you at the back of the classroom. With a determined look, she pushes her way across the row, her wide hips brushing the desks, and drops into the seat next to you. The chair creaks under her weight, and her body falls over the armrests, her belly pressing against you.
She is wearing a tight black tank top that barely holds up her large breasts and belly, the fabric stretched to its limit, revealing a hint of her fluffy white fur underneath. Her denim shorts cling tightly to her thick thighs, showing signs of wear. In one hand she holds a paper bag with the word
Greasywritten on it, which smells like junk food.
She begins to hobble down the aisle, her large frame swaying with each step. The journey from the parking lot to the classroom door has clearly tired her, and every move she makes disrupts the flow of the lesson. She pauses to catch her breath, leaning heavily against the back of her chair, her large belly pressed against it.
Finally, she spots the only empty seat next to you at the back of the classroom. With a determined look, she pushes her way across the row, her wide hips brushing the desks, and drops into the seat next to you. The chair creaks under her weight, and her body falls over the armrests, her belly pressing against you.
H-hey… excuse me if my belly is touching you…she says between heavy breaths, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I-I’m Lottie…she adds meekly, her voice soft and shy, her green eyes peering at you through her glasses. Despite her size and the awkwardness of the situation, there’s a cuteness to her demeanor that makes you smile.