Marilyn Monroe’s Elite Academy for Corpulent Ladies

Chapter 3: Learning New Things

You moan in your down comforter. It felt redundant to moan at such comfort when you yourself were over 700 pounds worth of plush comfort yourself. You shudder in pleasure and then yawn. You were familiar with the kind of bed you were in, as an immobile American girl of privilege and wealth you have experience with high end mobility beds. You search around and find the remote and start up the bed, it started to scoot you up from behind, bending you forward and allowing you to sit up.

You sighed contently, it was your first official day as a Marylin Monroe student. It was also your first day in your competition with Sabrina Hart. But you weren’t going to allow that bitch to shadow this day. She was not going to live in your head rent free. Absolutely not. You hit a button on the remote and in minutes Miss Emily came in, already clad in her scrubs that accentuated her fatness.

“Good morning Samantha, I’m glad you were able to wake up in time on your first day.”

She carried with her the official school uniform. “Would you like the white tights or the black tights today?” You yawn once more, “I’ll go with the white tights for the first day.” “Very fashionable choice Miss Samantha. The shower is ready and waiting.” Emily tied a fuzzy pink robe around you and tied it up around your waist. “Also, Elizabeth is awake and watching television in the living room.”

You groan, remembering you had a dorky roommate now. You passed her by when you got back from eating too stuffed to care. You moan slightly but Emily tutted, “Now, now miss Samantha. Give her a chance and keep an open mind. You don’t want to be a snob like Sabrina.”

“Keep an open mind,” You repeat to yourself while Emily pulled you up to your feet. You grasp your cane and shuffle out of your room and down the corridor which met to the main room where you found Elizabeth. She was already in the green and white school uniform, she even had her brown brazer over it. On the television an anime was playing.

Her hair was tied in a pigtail style that looked ridiculous for her age, it was clearly meant to invoke the big eyed anime girl look, but it was a style for someone younger than her. Her hair itself was dyed bubblegum pink and was well taken care of. She took up an entire loveseat with her body and you similarly filled a loveseat when you dropped down. You observed Elizabeth, you could definitely see how a dork could get into a school like this. Her body looked swollen and bloated, her stomach pushed out her skirt and got the most attention. A few open boxes of Pocky laid on Elizabeth’s belly.

“Hey, I’m Sam nice to meet ya!” You say to Elizabeth who turned from her show to face you, “Hey Sam, I’m Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie. Do you want some pocky?” She took a chocolate pocky box off her belly and gave it to you. You smile at the generosity and start to eat, pulling multiple sticks from the box, “Thanks!” You look at the TV, it was a random anime.

You had never actually seen anime like this, you knew it was associated with dorks but you never actually sat down and watched it. On the screen was a beautiful woman...or was it? You just had no idea. Then another entered the scene and kissed him.

“Wow!” You looked amazed at how graphic the scene was. The two men kissed tenderly until the second one gripped his wrist tightly and threw him on the bed. Wet kisses followed, accompanied by moans and verbiage in Japanese.

“Whoa…” You could only say as Liz grinned, “I know! It’s so hot!” At that moment Emily came around the corner, “Miss Samantha, the shower is ready!”

You grin and turn back to Elizabeth “I’ll be back after my shower!”

“Alright, I’ll be right here!” Lizzie said as she put five pocky sticks into her maw. Emily grasped your soft bloated arms and said “Okay Sam, let’s start.” You begin to rock back and forth, making your entire body quiver and shake. You were an immobile girl, unable to get up under your own power. If it wasn’t for Emily’s experience in dealing with super fatties like you she would never be able to move you, she had devised this method of building momentum from your rocking back and forth.

It was a successful method, it helped you out of the love seat. In the bathroom the shower was going and Emily sat you down on the toilet and she started to undress, she would have to join you in the shower as well in order to give you a proper washing. You watched Emily’s own fat bottom wobble as she dropped her scrubs and pulled her panties down. Her belly shook when she took off her top and her breasts made a clapping sound when she took off her bra and let her boobs slap against her tummy.

Emily helped you into the shower and set you down on the heavy slab of steel that was your shower chair. Getting inside with you Emily lathered you up good with a soapy sponge, getting deep into your fat rolls. At over 700 pounds you were a girl that had countless rolls, and the best part of growing larger was finding new rolls and folds that develop.

She lifted up your belly apron and Emily’s soapy hands washed you with a soapy sponge. She did the same with your sagging heavy boobs, lifting one and washing under it

There was so much of you that needed washing, even your legs which were divided into folds as well. Getting deep inside your various leg rolls she chuckled, “Your fat has completely covered your ankles.” She jiggled the folds, lifting them up and letting them flop down you could feel them hitting the ground.

You smiled smugly, “I think I last saw my ankles when I was 12.”

Emily kept playing with them and remarked, “You have every right to feel proud about being such a glutton.”

After your shower was over Emily helped you out and set you down again. With a big white towel she started to dig into your plush body like a big fluffy dog, making sure there wasn’t a single spot left unchecked. After you were all dried off Emily started to dress you in the uniform.

After putting on your jumbo fat girl panties Emily produced the white tights you had chosen to wear for today. Your leg jelly wobbled as Emily pulled the tights up like it was sausage casing. You did help just a little, standing up so Emily could pull the tights up your wide butt. There was a handle on the wall that allowed you to stand up for a period of time, long enough for her to put the green plaid skirt around your expansive waist and tuck your belly apron inside.

Next came your bra that was in the middle range of the alphabet, Emily tucked each wobbling tit into them and then produced your blouse which was nearly the size of a tent, at 700+ your clothes were all big enough for a child’s fort. The button down top was short sleeved and showed off your tremendous bingo wings. Your green tie came next, it rested on top of your boobs and finally Emily put on your shoes, a pair of green Chuck Taylors, they weren’t part of the uniform, you just liked chucks and the green chucks went with the uniform. Emily had to tie your shoe laces, being fat and pampered all your life you never learned how to tie.

Once you were all ready you came out of the bathroom and you saw that Liz was getting ready to go. Seeing her standing Sam could tell she was a fat lard with the way her belly was tucked into her skirt and pushed it out. She wore white tights as well and just like you her tights were thin and almost transparent enough to show every bulge in her big fat thighs.

“Lizzie, how much do you weigh?” You asked, sitting down on your scooter.

Lizzie put a hand on her gut and her round double chinned face grinned “500 even. I begged my daddy to let me go here, but he was concerned that if I went I’d grow immobile in a year because I’m such a greedy glutton. But I wanted to go, I demanded to go! It’s an elite private school like one of my animes, I had to get in on this! So I whined and cried for over a year until daddy gave me what I want.”

Lizzie did a short spin, her body shaking and swaying as she did, “I may still be one of the smaller girls here but I’m gonna work hard to turn into a big whale!” Lizzie then let out a naughty little chuckle, “Heh, I bet I'll reach immobility in under a year with how I eat.”

You smiled, “That’s my goal too. Well, that and beating Robin.”

“Who?”

“Robin Hart, she’s a big bitch, I want to get fatter than her and rub it in her face. She deserves it. She and her friends think they’re better than everyone else, even other 700 pounders like me.”

Lizzie nodded, “She does sound like the kind of person that needs to be taught a lesson. There’s nothing worse than a bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else. Speaking of lessons, what classes are you taking?” You suddenly pause. “Actually, I don’t really know, I had Lance set my classes. Emily, what do I have?” Emily grasped her tablet and started tapping it before saying “Calculus, World History, Botany, French, and Poetry.”

“That’s it? Those sound boring!” You complain, shocked that Lance would have picked such boring classes for you. However when you found just how the classes worked your tune immediately changed. In each classroom there were buttons installed in the desks where upon pressing it attendants would enter the classroom and take orders for food, fetching you whatever you want while you listen to your lectures.

Needless to say your greedy fingers were rather button happy. You pressed the button over and over, ordering “finger foods” like french fries and onion rings with loads of dip, nacho platters and quesadillas that were heavy on the sour cream, fried pickles, mozzarella sticks, a personal pizza, among other things you gorged on.

You didn’t learn a single thing during the lecture and you later learned after your first class that it was completely voluntary, you didn’t even have to attend the classes. You decided to continue going to classes, you enjoyed being out even if all you did was eat.

Your next two classes went the same way with you ordering baskets of fried fish and fried chicken strips, you were taking full advantage of the service. By the end of Botany you began to feel bloated and was starting to sweat from your binging, but then you heard the Westminster Chimes signifying it was lunchtime and you moan because it meant it was time to eat even more.

With Emily by your side you drove your scooter to the cafeteria, going straight to the lunch floor. Taking a table you tell Emily, “Emily, go get me some soul food. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fatback, ribs, pork chops, gravy!” Emily nodded, “You got it!”

Emily went back and forth, weighing your table with four family sized bowls of mashed potatoes and several buckets of fried chicken and was still going back for more food. You tore into the fried chicken, taking big excessive bites grease smeared over your mouth and dribbled down your chins.

While you were eating Adle came over and said “Hey Sam,” before sitting her big rump down with a deep breath. She was bloated and red cheeked and you were happy to see that “wow, you sure did some good eating.”

Adle grinned, “Orange chicken. It was chinese day at the club and oh was it good!” Your belly gurgled in delight at the mention of orange chicken, “Mmmmm, I can already feel my mouth watering! I love chinese food.”

Sabrina rolled by on her scooter and overheard her. She paused and snarked, “Planning on reaching a ton before me by just eating chinese food?”

You looked at Sabrina with an annoyed expression, “Do you plan on doing it on just your family’s pizza?”

Sabrina’s flabby face grew smug and she said, “But of course! After all, thanks to my daddy’s pizza I had my first heart attack when I was 12!”

“Reall,” you began to say in a faux interested kind of way, as if heart failure at 12 was quaint, “Because I had my first stroke when I was nine.”

Sabrina glared at you and retorted, “I have diabetes.”

Adele watched in astonishment at you and Sabrina sparring back and forth, listing your various ailments and comparing your diseases like they were status symbols. From irritable bowel syndrome to hypertension the two of you listed off your morbidities, rattling them off in an attempt to outstage the other.

“Oh yeah, well I have fatty liver disease!” You crow with pride, “The doctor says I need a liver transplant, of course daddy could buy me two if I wanted it.”

“That’s all well and good,” Sabrina paused to let out an exaggerated yawn, “But my knees are shot! There’s so much weight I’ve utterly destroyed my cartilage! There’s nothing there, just bone on bone and it fucking hurts! I’m going to need a double knee replacement.”

“That’s adorable,” you say in a passive aggressive manner, “But I need a double hip replacement.” You wiggle your big wide butt in your seat, your copious amount of ass lard wobble as you do so.

Sabrina scowled at you. “Twig,” she calls you and steals an onion ring from your basket and rolls off. “Ugh!” You squeal in annoyance at the pizza pig princess, “I can’t stand her!” Adele laughed, saying “Yeah, she really brings out the best in you.” When Miss Emily brought out another basket of fries and a platter of cheeseburger sliders stacked high in a pyramid, a rising tribute to be sacrificed to you and your gluttony.

“Ah jusssh cannmb stahd heeer” You talk with your mouthful, showing Adele the mushed up food in your mouth. You were worked up, a fire had been lit under your ample ass and you were going whole hog now. So caught up were you in your eating that you began to overheat.

“Emily, my jacket.” You wheeze at your assistant who helped you take off your blazer. With over 700 pounds of blubber attached to your body even overeating could lead to overheating which was evident by the beads of sweat that was starting to roll down your forehead and the sweat stains on your shirt. Despite the deodorant Emily had applied on you damp patches of sweat had formed under your pits and around your chest as well as your back.

Adele finished her own meal and remarked, “Come by the club tomorrow, we’ll be having italian.” Moaning from the fullness in your stomach you gluttonously said, “Oof, there’s nothing I like better than cheesey pasta. You’re on.”

Adele clapped her hands together, “Wonderful! It’ll be a treat to see you there! Ciao!” At that Adele got up and waddled off to class. You were so full but still you wanted to eat, you needed to put some weight on.

You continued grazing and gorging, even when you took a potty break. “Hnnnnn, oooooh!” you grunt and heave while seated over the plush hole, big tremendous farts escape you while you poop and poop. The bathroom attendants were just like the classroom attendants, hurrying back and forth from the bathroom to bring you loads of fries and plenty of dip.

They dipped the fries in ranch and fed you while you shit. “A-ah!” You moan at the pleasurable sensation of pooping and release, “Mmmmmm! Oh, fuck. Mmmm, more food.”

You spend the better part of an hour farting and dumping all the contents of your bowels and after you were all cleaned and placed back on your scooter you take the fries basket with you, gorging all the way back to your dorm.

Back in your dorm you were once more in a stuffed stupor from a whole day of gorging and an hour of shitting. But you saw Lizzie was back and watching more anime. It was a different one from what you had seen earlier and Lizzie was clueing you in at all.

“See,” Lizzie explained, “He’s like, 12, but his parents were killed and he was going to be too, but he sold his soul to this demon and he becomes his servant, right, and he’s really good at what he does, he can make dinner while at the same time killing his enemies. There’s this really cute sexual tension between them and it’s adorable because he really doesn’t like the demon, but the demon teases him and it’s like, he’s basically playing with his food, which is what he is to the demon, he’s gonna eat his soul you know, so it’s sooo cute!”

You were definitely engrossed with what your self described fujo roommate Lizzie was showing you and you noshed on pocky with her while telling her everything you ate and the ridiculous disease one upmanship you and Sabrina had done and she whined, “It’s not fair! I’m like 500 pounds and I don’t have a single disease! I’m sick of being so healthy!”

You giggle while a banana pocky stick dangled from your mouth. “Don’t worry Lizzie,” you say sympathetically, “My other assistant Lance says that obesity is like a harbinger of all other diseases to come!” You slowly rub your big bloated diseased gut and say, “You’ll get sick soon Lizzie, don’t worry. You’ll have so many diseases you won’t know where to begin! You’ll be fat and diseased and loving it soon enough.”

Lizzie grinned and took an entire collection of pocky from its box and munched on it, “I hope so! I wanna get super sick!”

“You will,” you say before you begin to yawn, “Oh, I feel so sleepy. I always get sleepy at the end of a day of eating. Oooh, wake me up when it’s dinner time.”

Lizzie looked at you as you slump in your scooter and grinned, “Sure thing Sam. When you’re all rested we can go out to the cafeteria. I think I wanna try out the top floor.”

“Oooh, the top floor…” You moan, licking your lips. All the chocolate and milk and cream and puddings and cakes and all the sweets you could eat.

It was going to be a dream come true.

To be continued…