"The Prom Queens"
a story by ScareGlow

“Well, I heard that she's a lesbian,” said Kate.
“Michelle Castelvetrano is not a lesbian. Besides, how would you know?” asked Tracy.
“She was staring at my breasts in the locker room,” Kate replied.
“A lot of people stare at your breasts!” laughed Tracy. It was true.
“I actually stare at Jane in the locker room,” said Karin.
“What?” Kate and Tracy both turned to her. “Why would you do that, she's gross.”
“You can't help but stare. How could anyone ever be so fat? She's like, as wide as the school bus. You know, the one that none of us ride.”
“I know, really. You remember at the model UN meeting, she ate all of the sandwiches at her table, not realizing that three other people were supposed to sit there. What a pig!”
“There are enough boxes of Twinkies and Ho-ho's in her locker to feed an army. It's a wonder she fits any books in there. Oh look, here she comes.”
The girls stopped to look disdainfully at Michelle, who was passing their table. She glared at them as she walked past, carrying a tray laden with hamburgers, fries, and soft drinks.
“Those girls are such bitches,” she said, sitting down at a table with her friend.
“Tell me about it,” said Steve, looking up from his AP Bio textbook. “In third period, Tracy hit Katrina Schumacher in the face with a dodgeball so hard that she had to go to the nurse's office. I've never seen so much blood.”
“Grrr, it's like they have nothing better to do than to make everyone else's lives miserable,” Michelle said, munching on her cheeseburger.
School was fairly unpleasant, but at least she had a respite in AP Calc and Bio, which Tracy and her ilk were far too dumb to be in, instead preferring the safety of Remedial Geology. Or study hall.
Walking home, Michelle pondered the varying tribulations of being a rather large, brown-haired lesbian in a high full of lithe blonde jerks jockeying for the affections of the captain of the football team, or such. Like Karin. Her boyfriend, Steel Sterling, was both the starting quarterback on the football team, and also the most bigoted, loudmouthed boor at Woodhaven HS. At least there was World of Warcraft, deviantart, and the rest of the internet, where she could meet interesting people and while away the days until college next year.
As she nibbled absentmindedly on a slice of pepperoni pizza, she logged into her favorite lesbian message board. She browsed through the usual content (at least she didn't live in the Midwest) before looking through the personals, sorted by location. One listing definitely caught her eye. It read:
I'm looking for a thick, luscious, full figured BBW for sex and/or LTR. In or around Woodhaven. Preferably Brunette.
“Damn!” thought Michelle. “That sounds just like me.” She wondered if it was maybe a joke. Maybe someone knew her. Still, it was worth a shot. She typed her reply, hesitated for a moment, then clicked post.
The next day of school seemed unbearably long. Michelle anxiously counted the minutes til 2:55, then raced home to check her computer. She was disheartened by the lack of response. “It's been less than 24 hours, though,” she thought. “Maybe whoever wrote this is in high school too.” Sure enough, when she checked back later, there was a message for her:
Your post made me so horny because I am sort of a nympho. I have been dreaming all day about running my fingers through your thick brown hair and caressing your soft chubby body. Can you meet me at Brookside park at dusk? I will be reading a copy of Rubyfruit Jungle.
---
Michelle walked to the park with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Underneath her jeans, she was wearing her best pair of “fuck me” panties, black lace. She sat down on a bench near the swingsets. There weren't too many people in the park, just some little kids, a guy walking his dog...she wondered if she had been stood up. She waited a bit longer. Looking off to the side, she spotted someone familiar: Karin Northwood. As Michelle got up to walk toward her, she wondered what Karin was doing there. It seemed like she was reading a book. Karin Northwood can't even read...it's probably “See Spot Run,” she thought. Michelle glanced closely at the words. Ruby..fruit...oh my god...
“It's bad enough that you make fun of me every day in school, but to trick me like this, to invade my personal life...”
Karin lurched from her seat. Pressing her lithe long torso against Michelle's enormous belly, she leaned in to deliver a tremendous, deep, and passionate kiss. Michelle, stunned, could only stand there and kiss her. Finally, she pushed Karin away. She thought about what to say. The ruse had gone too far. Still, the kiss had been no ordinary one. It seemed to be the culmination of years of repressed and tortured longings, from someone who could only be satisfied by the special intimacy of the fair sex.
“Relax,” said Karin, cutting her off. “I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for the last two years. It's just taken me a long time to say something,” she said, snaking one of her absurdly long legs in between Michelle's huge thighs. Her hands moved under Michelle's shirt, eagerly caressing the rolls of fat created by her bra. “You have the most amazing body.”
“What? First of all, why are you so mean to me? And aren't you going out with Steel Sterling? I mean, I don't like to spread rumors, but the things I hear...And why me? Why all of a sudden?”
“Look, can't we talk about those things later?” Karin looked at her pleadingly. “I just want someone to hold me tight, to loosen me up, you know, maybe sit on top of me...” Michelle wanted to go home and cry. Still, she was strangely attracted to Karin's body, her golden tousled locks, her thin but powerful legs, her pneumatic breasts. Michelle's whole body was throbbing with energy, her fuck me panties just begging to come off. She held Karin close, and they wandered off into the woods together, as the darkness folded around them.
---
“So why are you attracted to me?” asked Michelle.
“It's just, I have such a thing for f-fa...is it alright if I call you fat?”
Karin had called her fat in front of an entire PE class, but was now reticent. Michelle was amused by the irony. “Actually, I sort of like it, I mean just in private. That's what I am, I'm a fat dyke and I'm proud of it.”
“Ooh,” Karin moaned, wrapping her two thighs around one of Michelle's, with one hand in her own pants. “It sounds so good when you say it like that. Me, I just love fat girls. I mean, even when I was little, there would be those weight loss commercials and I always thought the before pic looked so much prettier than the after one. I...I know it's wrong, I just can't help myself.”
Michelle pulled Karin close to her and gave her a smothering embrace, nearly crushing her thin body with her massive, flabby arms. “There, there, it's okay, it's not wrong. It's just who we are.” She paused for a moment to wipe away Karin's tears. “But, why are you so mean to me in school?”
Karin stopped sobbing and looked up. “Don't you see? How could I ever get through high school? It's just a big show, everyone does these things just to be popular.”
“And what about Steel?”
“Fuck Steel. That asshole, I let him fuck me once, I just layed there with my eyes closed, and was all 'ooh' and 'ah' til he did his thing, it was gross...and he tells everyone that he gets laid all the time, that I do all these things for him...but I need him, he's my cover.”
“But, you don't need any cover, you should...”
“Look, it's not so easy for me. My parents, my aunts and uncles, and Tracy and Kate, everyone I know...I just don't have the strength to do this...”
---
They were sitting in a Dairy Queen far from Woodhaven, where no one would recognize them. Karin had finished her spicy chicken wrap a long time ago. She was far from bored, though. Michelle worked steadily through a huge plate loaded with Chili Cheese Dogs and Original Double Cheeseburgers.
“Are you sure you don't want to go? I mean, I could take this in the car,” said Michelle, polishing off a container of onion rings.
“Oh, no, I'm...I'm having a great time. You don't know how exciting this is for me, watching you eat... ” she wrapped her legs tightly together. “Here, let me get a dessert...we can share it. ” Karin came back with extra large Oreo Snickers Blizzard with candied walnuts on top. She stopped to stare longingly at Michelle, who had just finished her last cheeseburger. She was sitting exultantly in the booth, her hands behind her head, with her massive gut bulging all the way onto the edge of the table. She was so full that her shirt had ridden up, exposing a stripe of bare flesh.
“Ooh, that was so good,” she said, struggling out of the booth. She placed her left arm on Karin. “Good thing I saved some room for dessert.” They went to the back seat to the VW that Karin's parents had bought her for her eighteenth birthday. Karin's passion was heightened by the contrast between Michelle's tremendous bulk and the tininess of the back seat. Eagerly, she spooned a mouthful of the ice cream into Michelle's mouth, while at the same time wriggling out of her pants. Michelle savored the intense flavor before playfully returning the favor. By the time the Blizzard was done, Karin's long, thin torso and erect breasts were enclosed by Michelle's gigantic body, with huge rolls of fat rubbing up against her soft and naked flesh. Then their passionate embraces were rocking the VW ferociously.
---
Days at school were a heady mix of desire and frustration. Karin and Michelle met as often as they could, whenever they were free from prying eyes. In the old stairway, leading to the old gym storage room, Karin would undo Michelle's belt, top button, and zipper, letting her massive belly flop out over her thighs. Then she get on her knees to kiss and caress it. Finally, she would plunge her face deep within to pleasure Michelle, with her hands grasping as much of Michelle's fat ass as she could grab, while Michelle braced against the wall, grinding and moaning. The first time they were caught was a terrible but not entirely unexpected shock. But it was just the mildly retarded janitor, who stared at them in perverse satisfaction until they were done. They decided to be more careful, but it was difficult with their nearly overwhelming passion.
When Karin, with Tracy and Kate in tow, would snidely insult her, Michelle would almost smile as she looked Karin in the eyes. But Karin could never meet her gaze in public. While furious, desiring to out Karin, and jealous, wanting to hold her tenderly in front of everyone, Michelle was always held back by pity for Karin, her beautiful sandcastle of high school life resting precariously on the forbidden currents of their passion raging underneath.
---
“...you, see, unlike in other schools, there's a committee that determines the prom king and queen. But the high comptroller of the school district holds sway over the committee. I'm sure Steel and Karin will be prom king and queen because Karin's weird uncle Phineas Northwood is the high comptroller. Did you ever meet him? He's some sort of lifelong bachelor.”
“Steve, that is so interesting. And bizarre. How do you know all this stuff?”
“I'm running a pool, and I'm gonna clean up when. You know how much money is riding on this thing? It's like March Madness. Anyway, I'm sorry I can't be your sympathy date for the prom, I'm taking this girl I met on WoW.”
Michelle was just about to tell him everything about Karin, but she caught herself. “That's great, Steve. Anyway I'm sure I'll find someone to go with.” Michelle called Karin after school.
“Karin! You can't go to the prom with Steve! He's going to want to...you know...on prom night.”
“I know! It's going to be terrible, he's such a brute. But I can't turn back now.”
“But Karin! What about us?”
“I can't go to the prom with a girl! It would be scandalous. Even though I want to so much...I just can't!”
“Ugh!” Michelle hung up the phone in disgust.
---
On prom night, Michelle sat in her room disconsolately, playing an old Super Mario Brothers game on SNES and eating a pint of Haagen Dazs vanilla. When her tears mixed with the last little bit of ice cream on the bottom, she decided to go to sleep. She walked to the bathroom and started to brush her teeth, but she spit out a mouthful of Colgate when she heard a massive roar piercing the quiet suburban night.
“Michelle! Put on your nicest dress!”
Michelle ran to the window. Karin was resplendent in her white gown, with her shimmering hair intricately done up. She was also leaning out of the driver's side window of a monster truck decorated with giant flames and lightning bolts.
“No time! I'll explain later.” Michelle put on a gorgeous, Pucci-style dress that she had never had an occasion to wear, rushed out the door, and got in the truck.
“Steel rented this monster truck for the prom,” Karin said. “Only I sort of borrowed the keys when he was in the bathroom. And then I left. I guess he's gonna be pretty mad, but whatever.” She gunned the engine, and they zipped down the street. “To the prom!” she yelled.
---
The monster truck landed with sickening crunch on Mr. Dooley's car.
“He must be one of the chaperones,” said Karin. “Well, I never did like Remedial Geology, or him for that matter. Or his car,” she said, looking at the crushed Ford Escort under the right front wheel of the “Ravager”. “Oh well.”
Karin and Michelle strode purposefully into the prom. Everyone stared at them. It even seemed like the music had stopped, although it was still playing.
“Yeah, we're lesbians. I know, it's kind of a shock, but seriously, it's not that weird. Also Michelle is really nice and smart, and you guys shouldn't be mean to her. And part of it was my fault. I'm so sorry, Michelle,” she said, hanging on Michelle's neck and giving her a kiss. There was general confusion as the crowd sought to make sense of Karin's revelation. But as she tearfully held Michelle close to her, the confusion changed to approbation, then finally applause.
“Well...good for you,” said Tracy, still struggling to deal with the situation. “And...I'm sorry, Michelle. I guess I was really mean. Karin, look out for Steel.”
“What?” said Karin. “Why should I look out for Steel?”
“No, really, I mean, LOOK OUT FOR STEEL! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!” she yelled, pointing. The crowd gasped and turned towards him.
Steel took a snort of whiskey from his flask and rushed at them.
“Karin, you whore! You stood me up so you could go to the prom with this fat bitch? I can't believe it!” He reached out his arms for her throat.
Just before he crushed the life out of her, Steel was stunned by a enormous splash of liquid. Then he disappeared from view. When Karin opened her eyes, everything was different.
“Uncle Phinny,” she said, regarding the queer old man holding a huge but now empty bowl of punch, “And Michelle,” she said, looking at her on the ground, with an unconscious Steel underneath. “You guys saved my life! Oh, what a great prom night.”
“Damn! Looks like the quarterback got sacked, big time. You should be defensive player of the year,” Steve said to Michelle.
Michelle got up and looked at Steel. After being crushed by her enormous weight, he appeared curiously flat, and in little danger of waking up.
They danced the night away, Michelle leaning in close to taste the sweet mix of sweat and Chanel No. 5 on Karin's neck. Karin's restless hands traced every inch of Michelle's body, following the exquisite contours of her breasts and her belly, grasping and squeezing her posterior with a sense of freedom that she had hitherto never known. Then the music was turned low. Uncle Phineas approached the mike on the stage.
“Well, it's time to award the coveted crowns to the prom royalty this year,” he waited as the crowd yelled and hollered. “Only this time, it's going to be a little different...” They waited patiently. “Announcing this year's prom queen...and queen...Karin Northwood and Michelle Castelvetrano!”
They walked up on stage, Karin in her lanky and regal glory, Michelle in her ponderous, and different, but no less beautiful glory, to take their crowns, and the crowd cheered.