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Freshman Five-Hundred

Chapter 1: Fresh Starts

Lily Broadwell sighed a sigh that conveyed the amount of stress and excitement found in a person who was going through serious life changes. It was September 23rd, and she had just set down the very last box of possessions that she had brought with her as she started on her journey through the next chapter in her life - college.

Lily looked around her brand-new room as she plopped her muscular rear down on her unmade bed. The dwelling was rather spacious, and was currently filled with half a dozen brown moving boxes, a couple suitcases, and a laptop. The sorority mom had called the sprawling abode 'retro', and she couldn't have been more correct. The entire Beta Beta Lamda building could be described that way, and it was a vibe that Lily could see growing on her. She looked around her room contently, taking in the odd angles of the architecture, the raised ceiling, and the tall windows. It felt as if she was going to spend the whole year living in a castle.

The young horse stood up, running her long fingers through her mane of red hair. She stepped lightly across the floor with the grace and power of a sprinter, her long legs clearing the majority of the room in a few strides. Leaning out the open window, she took in the early autumn breeze and the sights that campus had to offer.

The sorority was slightly removed from the bustle of the University and was perched on a small hill where it shared real estate with a handful of other Greek organizations. From Lily's third floor bedroom, she could make out the peaks of various buildings making up Firebrand University, upon which the sun reflected red and orange, much like the trees that dotted campus. Despite all being part of the same organization, each building had a great deal of character.

The setting sun illuminated those centers of learning in a way that reflected how Lily felt about finally being here - about finally being free. No longer was she a prisoner to her old high school, and no longer was she going to be plagued by the thoughts and feelings that her classmates carried about her based on who her mother was. No - here, she had a fresh start.

Well, at least she wanted a fresh start. As Lily peered out of her window, a certain someone caught her eye close below. A large certain someone. So plump was the horse woman's obese frame that Lily was shocked she couldn't feel nor see the ground trembling beneath the gargantuan fatty's hooves as she trundled towards the building, her overflowing boobs, belly and ass visible from earth's atmosphere.

Scoffing, Lily launched herself away from the window, running out into the magnificently-decorated hall, her red hair flowing like fire behind her. She tore down two sets of stairs, taking the last four at a leap. Landing silently and darting around the corner, Lily had opened the door to the sorority before the massive horse had even managed to put a single tree-trunk leg on the first step up the porch.

Lily glared down at the newcomer. While the two were nothing alike as far as weight, it was obvious that they were related. Lily was the spitting image of her mother - or at least, she would be, if she too were a whale of a lady. Lily was three-hundred pounds lighter than her exceedingly heavyset mom, but she shared her vivid green eyes and shocking red hair, though Lily's was a tad longer than her mom's, who wore hers in a bun that made her face look even fatter than it was. They both even had the same fur pattern - a graceful brown coat highlighted by traces of lighter fur that trailed around both ladies' arms, legs, and one vertical oval on their respective backs. The only non-weight-related difference between them was that, while Lily was tall, her mother was even taller.

That extra weight made all the difference. Lily's mother's figure was exaggerated beyond belief by hundreds of pounds of jiggling fat that clung happily to every inch of her body, causing her already-feminine charms to be exaggerated to the levels of ancient Venus figurines. The older woman's hips seemed too large to be allowed, and she had tits so laden with feminine girth that no matter what, every eye in a room would have to try its hardest not to be tempted to gaze at her massive rack and its miles of cleavage, either in unbelieving jealousy or adoration. Her belly, too, was a bulging ball of fat that jiggled to and fro as it seeped down in front of her chubby crotch, jiggling along with the rest of her as she waddled to a stop, smiling up at her daughter.

Lily didn't return her mother's kind expression. "What are you doing out here?" she hissed, her green eyes cross as could be as she looked down towards the chubby horse, arms folded across her slender-yet-busty chest.

Evelyn Broadwell's mouth turned further upwards into a plump grin. "Darling, I wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye!"

"Yes I know, but you promised you would stay out of sight! I was just about to come send you off!" Lily whispered urgently as she looked around, making sure they were alone.

"I mean, what's wrong with you? Dad was perfectly content saying goodbye back at home!"

Lily leapt down the few steps to where her mother stood, wrapping one of her thin hands around as much of her mother's massively fat wrists as she could, fruitlessly attempting to pull the four-hundred pound-plus hoss out of sight.

Now Evelyn was a bit annoyed. Shaking her head, she said, "Your father had a work trip. He would've been here if he could. Really, dear. I understand being a little embarrassed that your mother showed up to help you move, but aren't you being a little rude? Or is this about the other thing?"

"Of course it's about the other thing!" Lily jeered, glaring at her mom as she pulled her around to the far side of one of the many bushes that surrounded the antique house, where she was less likely to be seen with her cow-tier mother. "I wanted a fresh start here! I don't want anyone recognizing you!"

Evelyn shook her head, her fat cheeks wobbling as she did. "Lily, sweetie. One of these days, you're going to have to accept who I am. Who you are," she said, poking her daughter's shoulder with a plump finger.

Lily's muzzle curved into a frown. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Laughing, Evelyn waddled closer to her daughter, wrapping her in one of her long, massively-fat arms.

"I was just like you in high school. I've told you that, right?"

"Many times," Lily said through gritted teeth, shaking her head so that her red hair shimmered in the rising twilight.

"I don't mean personality this time," Evelyn smirked. "I mean in weight."

"What?" Lily said, looking up at her mother's eyes regardless of her annoyance. She knew her mother had been thinner when she had been younger, so where was she going with this?

Evelyn patted her daughter's back, which while her daughter's strong, firm torso didn't yield at all, a healthy wave of blubber coursed back upwards from Evelyn's fat palm all the way through the older mare's voluminous rolls of adipose.

"That's right. While I was in high school, I was an athlete. Nothing like how you are, but I was fit and thin. And your grandma told me exactly the same thing I'm telling you when I went off to college - that I wasn't going to stay that way."

"Yeah, but the difference here is that I'm going to finish college," Lily said in an irritated voice. "I'm not going to drop out and become a -"

Lily closed her mouth as she saw her mother's eyebrows rise up beneath her fiery hair. "Become a what, dear?"

Lily shook her head. Intent on changing subjects, she continued, "Anyway. The point is, mom, I'm not like you. No matter what you say."

Evelyn sighed and looked away. "Sure, sure. But you're a Broadwell, Lily. You know what that means."

"What it means for you." Lily said, shaking her mane of hair again.

"And your grandma, and your great-grandma, and her mom, and the list goes on and on," Evelyn said, smiling.

"Mom," Lily asserted, glaring at her massive mother with her hands on her muscular hips. "I'm not gonna get fat. I'm in peak condition; I'm running every single day; I don't eat a quarter of the crap you stuff your face with. It's not going to hap - stop it with that smirk!" Lily yelled, taking a step back from her mother, whose face was curved into that damn knowing smile once more.

Sighing, Evelyn said, "Fine. Prove us all wrong, Lily. So long as you're happy, that's what matters to me."

"And I will be," Lily said, giving her mother a hug, feeling like she was drowning in boobs and fat as she did so. "Just let me do my own thing, okay?"

Evelyn nodded sadly, looking down at her daughter. "Be safe. And call every week, alright?"

Lily had already started walking away. Rolling her eyes, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Sure, mom. Talk to you next Sunday!"

With a wave, Lily disappeared inside the sorority. Evelyn sighed and shook her head, looking down at her massive chest and the huge belly of hers that lay beyond it. Her daughter could believe whatever she wanted, but her massive mother knew the truth: Lily was going to have make a choice. She could either struggle with her weight her entire life, or accept her destiny - that she was a Broadwell. Every single woman in their family was a massive mare of extreme proportions, laden with burdensome-yet-tantalizing blubber. Blubber that Evelyn loved to put to good use.

Looking down at her massive rack, a smile grew upon Evelyn's face. She waddled back out from behind the bushes and down the small driveway, back to where her car sat waiting. As the tires sagged under her hearty weight, the mare pulled her phone out of her bag and checked her calendar. Her smile grew wider as she realized that she had enough time to grab a nice, hearty meal before her next photoshoot.

Lily sprang back up to her room, ready to get some of her stuff unloaded before the rest of the girls arrived for the term. She had the place to herself for the first night, aside from the sorority mom who she hadn't seen in the couple hours since she had arrived at University. Lying down on her bed, Lily frowned to her ceiling, blowing her hair out of her face as she pictured her own face on her mom's whaleish body. Was she really going to struggle with her weight?

Lily rolled over, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it underneath her shirt. She looked down at the tuft of light fur escaping from her shirt and the bulge of the pillow lying beneath her sizeable rack. She just couldn't imagine herself being a fat girl; she had been thin her entire life. Yanking the pillow out and thrusting it aside, Lily sighed as she stood up and grabbed for the nearest box. She couldn't think about it anymore - she simply had to be an exception to the Broadwell curse.

...

Labored breathing could be heard from outside the bunk bed upon which Alex Waldorf lay. A blanket draped from the bunk above, obscuring him from the rest of the dark dorm room. The skinny, slight otter held his phone in one hand and his dick in the other, masturbating with gusto as he gazed at the bright display. His blue eyes were wide and dilated as he gawked at the muzzle of a very obese mare, taking in her beautiful and fat face along with a pair of massive tits, a huge belly, and old-growth tree tier thighs. Alex gasped silently as he jerked off to one of his favorite models as she went to town on herself in a video he had started watching a million times, but had yet to get to the end of.

Deep, sensual female groans were barely audible from Alex's phone as the mare's chubby hands plunged a large vibrator deep within her fatty lips. Each utterance that escaped the gigantic horse's mouth teased Alex further and further - it was the perfect aural accompaniment to the model's stunning red hair, green eyes, and tantalizing body. Closing his eyes, Alex pictured groping that mammoth mare all over, feeling her endless fat deposits sink beneath his fingers as he fucked her, shuddering as he thought of her rolls bouncing all around him...

Right before the otter came, the door to the dorm room sprang open and the light clicked on. Alex's fingers sped off of his dick and found the belt loops of his pants. With the speed of someone who had had to cover themselves up far too many times in the past, the otter pulled himself together and tried to pass off his activities as simple internet perusal.

Such tactics may have worked on someone new to Alex's life, but unfortunately his roommate was not someone new. No - he was somebody who knew the otter far, far too well.

The door closed, and Alex heard a few footsteps as the unwanted intruder stepped further into the room. After an awkward pause, Alex heard a deep male voice speak in a tone that barely concealed laughter.

"Which pig were you fantasizing about this time, Alex?"

The otter didn't respond. He merely rolled his eyes and crawled out of his bunk, glaring at the tall, bulky wolf who smirked down at him from beneath his long black bangs.

"I wasn't..." he murmured, standing up and glaring at Kyle. The dark wolf stood there wearing a maddening expression on his long face.

"Right, 'cause that is really convincing," Kyle said, pointing a gloating clawed finger at the more-than-obvious bulge in Alex's jeans as his rather oversized penis continued to beg for more. The otter instinctively moved his hands over himself, blushing as he looked back at his friend.

"Hey, can you blame me?" Alex said, sitting down on the bottom bunk but not drawing his hands away from himself quite yet. "You'd be just as horny if you found out your favorite model had a daughter starting at the same school you ended up going to."

"Yeah, maybe," Kyle hopped up to the top bunk with a swish of his wolf tail, plugging his phone in and stretching. "But maybe I'd plan on introducing myself, instead of just spending hours in my bed fantasizing."

"Oh yeah, that would go over real well," Alex scoffed, shaking his dirty blonde hair out of his face as he felt the blood slowly draining from his erection. In a mocking voice, he said, "Hey there - I've been cumming to your mom since I knew what boobs were."

Kyle snorted from his bunk above. "You should do it, man. I'd love a laugh - not that they're in short supply, being roomies with you."

Alex directed a kick between the boards of the top bunk.

"Yeah, I deserved that. But for real, dude. Even if you did meet this fatty porn star's daughter - how would that work out?"

"I don't know," Alex sighed, "but it would be amazing."

"You know, life ain't a porno. Pretty sure the two of them would not be down for an incestuous threesome. I think you'd run into some serious shit."

"Hey, a guy can dream, right?" Alex breathed. His dick had sprung back to attention when Kyle had mentioned 'threesome'. The idea alone of two massively fat horses squishing him from all directions was nearly enough to make him cum.

"Bro, I can hear your boner from here."

"Well stop talking, then!" Alex yelled, blushing again. Kyle chuckled in response, and his laughter grew until it became contagious enough that even Alex joined in, snorting at the ridiculousness of the situation. Still, even though he knew the idea of dating a porn star's daughter was a recipe for disaster, the otter couldn't wait for the moment that he got to meet the mystery mare. He knew that she would be the spitting image of her mother with the same beautiful auburn hair, green eyes, and above all else, the same massively feminine body, over-spilling with concave curves ripe for the grabbing.

A couple miles away, Lily Broadwell slept. The horse's muscular body was tranquil and quiet. She had no idea that some little otter boy was fantasizing about her. She also had no idea that the same student's mouth would fall open in disappointment when he would first see her, feeling disparaged by the universe that his most admired model had produced a daughter whose body was as far from her own perfect figure as possible.

(to be continued)

Credits: maikeru (story thumbnail): http://www.furaffinity.net/user/maikeru/