Shop class was always a hindrance for the Preps's top girl, Pinky Gauthier although her daddy could only take her grades so far with his lavish income. Getting her hands dirty was something far out of her realm, the garage reeking of various fluids along with sweat coming off fellow students, especially those constantly climbing out from under the cars. "This is disgusting," Pinky muttered to herself before the teacher called her out, noticing that the young woman had not even placed her hands upon the bike she was designated to work on.
 
"Either you get working, girlie or else you're going to get a failing participation grade for this session. I don't have time to babysit, as I've got crap to do myself." The shop teacher was known to be quite harsh, having worked his life as a mechanic dealing with people on a daily basis. Yet dealing with students was certainly his most difficult challenge yet, especially bratty and pompous one, mainly the Preps who often refused to attend class. "If you're just going to stand there, going to ask you to kindly get the hell out and give up the station to someone else."
 
That was enough to set off Pinky's short fuse, stomping her foot into the ground. "Some poor person can't talk to a princess like that! My daddy is going to have your job as soon as I let him know, and then you can spend your days digging through trash cans and...abandoned cars!" before the young woman would storm off in a fit of rage, quickly leaving the shop while the teacher shook his head in disgust.
 
Unfortunately for Pinky, the area surrounding the auto shop was turf belonging to the Greasers, the rival faction of her own, the Preps. Their animosity towards each other always lead to fiery confrontations, opposite social classes and lifestyles, neither able to accept the other. Hoping that she could make it to the Harrington House without any issues, Pinky simply advanced while remaining as stoic as possible, hoping to not run into anyone along the way. Due to being a woman, she wasn't likely to get attacked but more-so picked on and harassed, enough to turn an already frustrating day into an even worse one.
 
Reaching the gate that lead into the auto shop area, Pinky was relieved before a familiar voice was heard behind her, possibly the worst one she could ever imagine. "Hey! Daddy's little gremlin!" the voice called out to her, footsteps following it as Pinky turned around to see none other than Lola Lombardi. It was her arch nemesis upon campus, Lola being representative of the Greasers and girlfriend to Johnny Vincent, the leader of the entire clique. Lola herself was far from a saint, as much as people loved to paint Pinky in a negative light. While Pinky was spoiled, condescending, bratty, and overall intolerable at times, Lola possessed some of the same qualities although had less good within her own heart. Choosing to manipulate boys especially, this was how Lola had her way, rather than Pinky choosing to allow her wallet to do the talking.
 
"What do you want, greaseball?" Pinky asked with her arms crossed before Lola closed the distance between the two, hands upon her hips.
 
"I want to know what you're doing around here? Your types don't exactly go to shop class. Had enough flirting with your cousin and decided to actually do something with yourself?"
 
"For your information, I broke up with Derby Harrington a week ago," Pinky scoffed, glaring into Lola's eyes, the preps always being criticized for their in-family relationships, attempting to keep up family traditions and class. It was certainly far from normal, and would make any normal person cringe with confusion and disgust.
 
"And why is that? Finally realized it's freaky as hell to date a family member?"
 
"Because he was three minutes late to our last date. Unlike you, a princess requires punctuality from her suitors."
 
Bursting into a fit of laughter, Lola entirely believed the reasoning as Pinky was about as pretentious as a woman could possibly get, seeing herself as above all else, so three minutes late was a travesty. Reaching out with her arm, Lola forced Pinky to back against a nearby wall while imposing upon her, with her own figure. "Anyway, I guess I'll just keep things simple for your tiny brain. You're on greaser turf so I suggest you get out of here 'princess' before things get worse...."
 
An unimpressed expression was upon the rich girl's face, Lola having a smirk upon hers, figuring that this was a perfect opportunity to strike some fear into her rival although it seemed that Pinky was entirely unaffected. Things would only become worse for the greaser gal as Lola's eyes began to open wide thank to Pinky's mouth following suit, the suddenly cavern of a maw quickly lunging at Lola's head and closing itself over the student's scalp, Pinky taking her first, ravenous swallow! "What the helmmph?!" Lola's words were massively muffed by the lining of Pinky's gullet, the prep grabbing onto Lola's arms and pinning them to her sides, taking advantage of her rival's shock and confusion as Lola was used to being grabbed by boys if anything but far from in this manner. One could wonder if this was Pinky's first time as the Gauthier was already receiving the shoulders of her prey next, that salivating maw widening to bring them into its grasp to advance the devourment session further.
 
Lombardi could do nothing but kick her feet against the cement below, unable to release herself or wriggle free from the gullet that was taking her in at a rapid pace. It was as if the greaser had been transported into a nightmare of sorts, eaten alive let alone by Pinky of all people rather than a typical carnivorous monster. Becoming a meal for the prep would be as humiliating as it was fatal, and Pinky knew this as she couldn't help but smile around the "food" being pumped into her throat. With those ample breasts entering next, Pinky's cheeks puffed out as they entered her mouth next, certainly one of the bustier women at Bullworth Academy being eaten up currently. While Pinky wished she could take her sweet time with such a catch, she knew it would likely be curtains for her if any more greasers showed up, deciding to put her swallowing skills into overdrive, munching and chomping away at the helpless girl stuck between her lips.
 
After slurping up that plump rump and shapely legs clad in leather than Lola possessed, the last of her rival disappeared from the outside world and sank into the gut that was almost growing impatient previously, signaled by a plethora of hungry growls and groans. Pinky could feel it distending outward, popping out from under her Aquaberry vest as it demanded more room to properly grow and holster its current occupant. Possessing such a tremendous gut was something that one would believe would disgust the high class Gauthier, yet she only felt triumphant, confident, and absolutely splendid as it contained the woman she most despised, Lola Lombardi trapped within, at the mercy of Pinky's digestive system. Resting one hand atop the stomach while the other provided comfort through some gentle rubs, Pinky spoke to herself, "Hmm, definitely far from as delicious as the lobster tails Daddy prepared for me. Oh well, still filling nonetheless...." She spoke as if who she had ingested was no more than mere food to her, belittling Lola as even the greaser's taste didn't hold a candle to the gourmet meals that Pinky always indulged in within her social circle. "Time to make myself scarce before I have to gobble up Johnny Vincent or someone of the sort." Walking along with her churning, over bloated belly, the orb of flesh shook and sloshed with every single step. Fellow students were absolutely taken back by the appearance of the prep, although didn't dare to question it due to Pinky being known for having an extremely short temper.
 
Once the Harrington House was reached, Pinky informed her peers on exactly what had occured, knowing that she couldn't exactly dodge their questioning and curiosity for so long. Met with intense approval, while deep down some may have found the process itself to be something of a vile practice, the end of Lola Lombardi would mean the end of headaches among the clique. Pinky was allowed rest within one of the private quarters, sitting back upon a lush couch while allowing her stomach to proceed with the digestive process. With a symphony of stomach sounds hitting her ears, combined with some muffled screams of mercy coming from beyond the thick walls of gut, Pinky was thrown into a paradise that easily allowed herself to drift off to sleep as her hands idly squeezed and massaged the taut flesh.
 
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Some amount of hours had passed, Pinky finally having come awake from the well-deserved nap as a high-pitched yawn emitted from her lips. Stretching her arms, the young woman could already feel the effects of digesting her nemesis, an unamused expression upon her face before looking downward towards her new figure. "Hmph," she sulked before noticing a mirror within the corner of the room, figuring it was a perfect opportunity to evaluate herself. Strolling over to it with her hips swaying with every step, she removed her Aquaberry vest and shirt, before taking the blue skirt off her person as well. "Great, I didn't think you would be near as fattening, you stupid cow...." The size of her now fat stomach, drooping a bit over her waistline was apparent enough, along with the breasts that had gone up a few cup sizes, daring to spill out from the bra that was fighting to contain them. Yet what Pinky needed a better view of was the massive rear end that complimented a pair of thickened up thighs, the young woman facing her rear end towards the mirror while evaluating her lower body with a bit of a squeezing. "Hmm, I can't help but wonder what Beatrice and Mandy carry though, in terms of flavor that is. Maybe for once I should pay the library a visit. Perhaps cheerleading practice will be actually remotely worth my time as well...."