Marilyn Monroe’s Elite Academy for Corpulent Ladies

Chapter 2: Making Friends, Making Enemies

The academy was super modern in architecture, Japanese minimalist style. It had been established in 2001 and named after the woman that had inadvertently changed the world. The centerpiece wasn’t a church or a library, but rather the cafeteria. Four stories with each floor being dedicated to a meal. First floor was breakfast, second floor was lunch, third floor was dinner, and the last floor, the top floor, was dedicated to dessert.

But you were busy at the moment.

“Okay, we’re here.” Emily said as she opened up your dorm room. You had a huge grin on your face as you stood, using your cane for support. You entered first and the  movers followed, bringing in your stuff.

The dorm rooms resembled hotel suites, it allowed a great degree of privacy for the girls. In the center was a great big couch and television, in the back corner was a small kitchen and on the left and right were the bedrooms and bathrooms.

“Oh, looks like your roommate has already moved in.” Emily remarked upon seeing the inside of the left room. You hobbled over to see and you were shocked.

The walls of the room were covered with posters of feminem anime boys. There were cases containing anime figurines of the same characters as the posters, but they were shirtless with ultra detailed sculpting. There were shelves containing manga and DVD cases, all lined up in alphabetical order. Next to her bed were stacks upon stacks of boxes of Pocky in different flavors (chocolate, strawberry, cookies & cream, banana cream).

“Oh. My. God. My roommate is a complete dork.” You muttered under your breath. Emily put her hand on your soft shoulder, her hand sinking into your fat, “Don’t worry about it, just give her the benefit of the doubt. If she’s going to this school she has to be someone exceptional. Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria and stuff your pretty face. It’s the biggest private buffet on the entire east coast, it should be enough to satisfy a big pig like you.”
“Biggest buffet, ooooh,” Your mouth began to water at the mention of the cafe, but you also moaned, “Nnnng, my gout is acting up, oooh, oh my chair! I need my scooter!”

You gripped your cane extra tight as your feet start to ache. While you did like being an immobile blubber pig you also liked walking when you could and a tour of the campus had been a good way to show your girth to your fellow students like an animalistic sign of dominance.

But your aching feet was standing in your way and your cane was starting to wobble trying hold all your pig jelly up. Like an enormous thick tree you were about to timber down to the ground when your scooter was pushed up. “Oh good, it’s here!” You puff and wobble over to it. You don’t so much sit, but rather ooze over as your enormous ass slowly starts to fill the seat.

When you’re finally settled you, Lance and Emily made your way to the cafeteria. When you enter the cafeteria you feel like you died and went to heaven. The breakfast floor was just like what was described with rows upon rows of steam trays containing eggs and bacon and sausages and pancakes and waffles, everything under the sun was available to you.

Emily leaned over and asked, “Which floor would you like to start with?”

“Lunch! You immediately responded with conviction and the three of you use the elevator to go to the second floor. The lunch floor was just like the breakfast floor with rows upon rows of steam trays, containing french fries, onion rings, fried pickles, fried chicken, the list of deep fried food went on and on. There was also a row of different kinds of pizza, 16 in total.

You breathe deeply and Lance leaned over and whispered in your ear “Why don’t you go find a spot and Emily and I will go get you food.”

You nod and scooted to the seating area. It was there you saw most of the student body gorging on their deep fried bounty. As you examined them you could tell there were definite cliques, divided up by size. Everyone was also in uniform as well, the school uniform consisting of white tights, a green plaid skirt, a white blouse accompanied by a green tie and some wore their brown blazers while others didn’t.

You looked and looked and found what you thought was your weight group, four girls who were insanely obese just like you. The were all eating their own personal pizzas, 16 between the four. You scooted up to them and smiled, “Hey there, my name’s Samantha can I-wait, I know you! You’re Sabrina Hart! You’re like the daughter of Jason Hart, the pizza tycoon!”

Sabrina Hart was indeed the daughter of the founder of Pizza Hart, she was always staring in the commercials. Her big breasts were resting on the table and she had several plates of pizza resting on them.
“Yeah and who are you exactly?” Sabrina asked, throwing you off by the bitchiness of her response. “Uh, Samantha Lang? Daughter of Louis Lang, senator from Georgia? May I sit with you?” “Never heard of you. Since you don’t have your uniform yet I can only assume you’re a freshman.”

“Yeah, I’m new here.”

Sabrina then pointed in the direction of a table where a few 200 or 300 pounders were sitting together, doing so made the flab on her upper arms jiggle "Then you sit with them. You're not big enough to sit with us." 
You were shocked "What do you mean I have to sit with them! I'm over 700 pounds, i should sit with you girls!"
Sabrina rolled her eyes dismissively "Only 700? Please. I'm close to 850. We're all well on our way to weighing a full ton. You're way too thin to hang with us." 
You couldn't believe what you were hearing! What you were seeing! You had been rejected by the cool clique. "Oh yeah? Well screw you then you bitch!" You angrily scooted back and turned around in a huff. Sabrina called out "Don't eat too much, a twig like you might rupture your stomach!"
You shiver hearing that taunt. How could anyone call you thin? You had been immoble for most of your life, but you had just been rejected by the popular girls. "Stupid elitest bitches" you mumble, your self confidence had taken a hit.
You meandered around the cafeteria sadly until you saw a girl waving at you. "Hey! Come over here!!" Curiously you scooted over to join her.
The one that waved at you was a bloated bottom heavy girl and looked 400 pounds, her skirt was like a miniskirt around her massive tree trunk legs and her jello ass was seated on three chairs. Her legs were covered in cellulite, the cottage cheese looking texture was all over her legs and she had a small pouch of a tummy.
"I saw what happened, those four girls are total snobs they think they're better than everyone else, even other girls as big as them like you. Sabrina is just the worst, thinks just because she has diabetes she's better than us. My name is Adele Katz, what's your name?" 
You smiled at her "Thanks, my name is Samantha Lang, but you can call me Sam. I'm just shocked they would reject me like that." Adele shrugged "I guess it doesn't matter if it's a public school or a private school, there's always going to be bitches."
You laugh "Haha, I suppose you're right. I was homeschooled for most of my life before I came here. I...don't really have very many friends."
Adele smiled wide "Then I guess I'll be your first friend then."
You returned the smile, your fleshy cheeks beaming "Thank you! Your accent, you're not from around here are you?"
Adele shook her head, "I'm from Israel. My papa sent me here to grow even larger."
You were surprised "Really? I didn't know there were international students here."
Adele giggled "America may be the fattest country on earth, but it's not the only country that has the same ideals of beauty! Israel is the fattest nation in the middle east! I'm part of the International Club, you can join if you want." 
You were intrigued "What do you do in the International Club?"
Adele giggled, "Hehe, every meeting we gorge on the cuisine of the nations of the world! This week it's the cuisine of West Germany."
You grin "That sounds pretty good."
Adele then asked "Aren't you going to get something to eat?" 
You smiled "My helpers are going to bring me food."
Lance and Emily were placing one of everything on two trays, Emily asking Lance "So you're going back home?" Lance nodded "Mr. Lang says Sam's little sister just crossed the 500 pound point and needs my help. I'll be back."
Emily nodded "Well i'm going to stick around. Sam needs all the help she can get." 
The two of them carried the trays to you and you greedily reach for the food before the tray even got set down. "Here you are Miss Samantha, and who is this?"
"Thish ish ma frend Adele." You spoke with your mouth full of food and you were pushing more onion rings into your mouth. 
Emily cooed, "Aww you already made a friend! I'm so happy for you!"
Adele smiled, "My name is Adele." Emily smiled back "Emily."
You and Adele ate and ate, greasy pizza slices of all kinds went past your mouth and stained your face while Adele ate pizza without any pork toppings. French fries went down, the two of you plowing through a jumbo basket. Triple stacked burgers with thick gooey slices of cheese that were heavy in your hands didn't stand a chance against your abominable appetite. 
It went on and on until the food was all gone and you and Adele were stuffed and bloated.
"Oooh, that was so good" Adele moaned, licking residue salt and ketchup from the corners of her lips.
You moan, "I'm so sleepy." Adele yawned as well "Oh yes, me too." She farted suddenly and giggled "But first I gotta go to the bathroom." You also felt gassy and let out a small fart, "Ugh me too. Let's go dump and then sleep."
Adele got up, her round legs wobbled like jelly and her ass hung out of the bottom of her skirt with her white panties exposed. The two of you went to the bathroom and you were surprised by the layout.
It was a wide plush bench with holes in them and of course the standard bathroom attendants.  "Good afternoon girls, just help yourself!" The attendants said with pleasant smiles and were carrying a tray of donuts.
Adele waddled over to one hole and an attendant pulled down her panties before she sat het wide butt over a hole.
You were helped up from your chair by two attendants who held you up by your arms and guided you over your own hole while another pulled down your jumbo fat girl panties.
When you felt relaxed you let go, pooping in comfort. The attendants brought over the donuts and started to feed you. You ate every bite they gave, it was their job to spoil and feed you. The cream filled ones were your favorite, you liked to pretend they were cocks and it made you shiver in arousal.
Suddenly the door opened again and Sabrina rolled in. She saw you and scoffed "You again." You frowned as she was helped from her chair onto her own hole. The attendants then started to feed her as well, Sabrina making loud breathing noises from her nose, sounding like pig snorts.
Seeing her gorge like this made you eat even faster, the attendants feeding you more. Sabrina saw this and laughed, "Hah! You'll have to eat more than that to match me, twig."
"Stop calling me a twig you bitch!" You yelled at her, to which Sabrina said with a cold voice "You are smaller than me, are you not? So you're a twig."
"i-i" you stammered before saying "I'm going to get bigger than you! I'm going to reach a ton before you will!"
Sabrina growled "You're on! I'm going to show you how common you really are!"
Sabrina soon finished peeing and got cleaned up and put back in her chair, leaving you two.
Adele looked at you with admiring eyes, "I can't for you to show that bitch. I'll help you get fatter just to knock her down."
You opened your mouth for one more donut "Thanks! I'm going to need all the help I can get."
After you were done pooping and got cleaned you rolled to your dorm and saw a huge belly heavy girl watching an anime on TV. She had greasy hair and was surrounded by pocky. 
"Oh hey! You must be my roommate! I'm Liz!"
However you were too full and too sleepy to answer her, going straight to your room where you crashed, already thinking about your new goal.
You were going to be a full ton even if it meant popping like a balloon.
To be continued...