Shocked gasps and hushed whispers passed through the entrance to Buttercombe Academy; the freshmen had never seen anyone so clearly, obviously and blatantly…fat before.
Dull thuds echoed across the high-roofed ceiling as Peggy Wilson lumbered forwards to get her room keycard for the year. Her gigantic flabby form rippled and jiggled with every step, her poorly fitting clothes creaked and groaned with the burden of containing her, combined with the excess pressure each rocking step put on them.
Each step was punctuated with a deep wheezing breath that flew through her upturned pig-like nose, resulting in a constant stream of little hoggish snorts. As Peggy had grown bigger and fatter over the years, walking had become less and less desirable to her…but today she was driven by one desire, to get to the welcome feast and make as much use out of it as possible. She wanted to gorge, to glut herself, to eat until she couldn’t fit another morsel past her plump pink lips. That was worth any amount of walking to her.
After exchanging pleasantries with the tubby woman handing out the keycards, Peggy waddled over to the elevator (walking she could do, but stairs she had signed herself off of ever taking again). Despite the fact it was already filled with plenty of other students, Peggy squished her way in. She hadn’t eaten for fifteen minutes, and her mouth was watering at the thought of more food.
“Hey Peggy! Had a nice vacation?” The redhead on her right greeted, completely ignoring how Peggy’s belly was squeezed against her, or how her own looming tits were overlapping Peggy’s torso.
“It was already *rnnk*” Peggy grunted. “Food was totally meh though.”
The redhead covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. “Haha! I swear Peg, all you think about is food. We’re gonna have to roll you out at graduation.”
At that point, the elevator dinged to signal it had stopped at Peggy’s floor and ending their conversation.
As Peggy sloshed her fat form out into the corridor she thought about what the girl in the elevator had said; rolled out at graduation…that needed to be added to her goal list.
Thankfully for Peggy, her room was close to the elevator. So it wasn’t long before she was beeping her keycard across the sensor, and entering the threshold of her home away from home.
Peggy was used to the grandeur of Buttercombe décor now; so the high ceilings, luxurious kitchen facilities and reinforced to hell furniture were all part and parcel for her.
Choosing the bedroom closest to the kitchen, the blonde teen dropped off her wheeled suitcase and returned to the living room, now with welcome basket firmly in-hand.
But instead of instantly emptying the wicker basket, Peggy headed for the refrigerator. Opening it wide, she peered at the icy contents. Yeng corp was more than happy to advertise their wares throughout the school, including their new brand of ice-cream.
Grinning from ear-to-ear, Peggy snatched up two cartoons of the frozen treat and waddled over to the microwave. Stuffing both inside, she set the timer and waited. It was an old trick, warm up the ice-cream enough to make them drinkable, and then gulp them down in seconds rather than minutes.
While she waited, Peggy withdrew her phone from her purse and took a picture of what she was doing. Opening up one of her various social-media apps she hit up her most frequently visited group.
Aspiring Fat Chicks, or AFC as they called it, was a group Peggy had started with a former roommate in her freshman year. In it Buttercombe students shared, tips, tricks and inspiration…in getting fat. Everyone in there wanted to gain weight for one reason or another, but to prevent ostracism people were kept anonymous other than to the girl who told them about the group and added them.
Posting her recent photo, Peggy typed up a little comment about her activities. As she did, a little icon of a pig face popped up along with her tag “Sow Queen”.
Sow Queen: Guess who’s back and already microing some Ice Cream!
Another icon bearing a cow popped up as typing almost instantly.
Udder Bitch: Two cartons!? Dam girl! Show us the damage on the scales when you’re done!
A few more posts happened in moments, commenting praise and urging Peggy on. She was always surprised at how popular her group was; until coming to Buttercombe, Peggy had no idea how many girls wanted to live on the large side.
*Ding*
The noise of the microwave pulled Peggy out of her social-media haze. Putting her phone down, the gluttonous girl took one of the cartons in hand, opened the lid to see the contents swirling around in a sloshy goop.
Chucking her head back, Peggy wasted no time in pouring the contents down her throat. The ice-cream was tepid, and not at all cold to the touch. This allowed it to slide with ease; and within moments she was licking the tub to get at the last dollops of residue.
The second carton followed suit; this time Peggy was so eager, she didn’t notice little rivets of ice cream dribbling down the sides of her mouth.
She finished the creamy treat with a deep fatty belch, lapping as much of the spillage as possible with her tongue.
The obese blonde wasn’t done yet though; the welcome basket was still full. Without hesitation, Peggy crammed her hands into the basket, coming up with a honeybun in one hand and a cupcake in the other. She took alternate bites from both treats, cooing and moaning with the waves of tastes hitting her. Without even licking her fingers clean, Peggy dived back in again, and again, gorging herself until not even a crumb was left as evidence of her gluttony.
But even after finishing a whole welcome basket and two cartons of ice-cream, Peggy’s belly gurgled. She was a big girl who had grown used to big meals; she needed more to be truly sated.
While there was another welcome basket sitting all alone in the other bedroom, Peggy was not a total bitch. So that left Peggy with her favorite option, the welcome feast.
Exiting her room, Peggy got quite the stares from her younger peers. I mean, she was quite the sight. Her boulder-like stomach lurched out from under the hem of her shirt, pressing the top of her jeans and threatening the integrity of the top-most button. Her thunder-thighs and swaddling upper arms rolled over her lower legs and arms respectively, jiggling and shaking like pudding; but her face was really the runaway fattest part of her. Peggy’s second chin was a massive slab that rested on her chest, rolling whenever she chewed. Her blue eyes were piggishly squished behind fat bulbous cheeks; and when combined with her nose gave her a real porcine appearance.
Her “look” was something else as well. Peggy’s jeans were on their last legs, the seams frayed and small pockets of fat flesh oozing through the gaps; while her pink top seemed to ride higher and higher with each lumbering step. Her hairstyle was quite impressive however. With long blonde hair down to her wide (but oddly flat) ass, tied up in a pair of long pigtails; she still left her fringe free though. Pulling all her long hair back gave her a headache.
By the time Peggy had reached the grand hall, and the throng of obese teenagers had built up into quite the traffic jam, the bloated blonde was quite tired and sweaty. She mopped her brow, but continued diligently onwards.
Once again she ignored the sights she was so used to, and instead made a beeline for the smells. Peggy piled her tray high with anything she could get her hands on; she didn’t even have to worry about grabbing anything that was not fattening as hell. It was all so rich and delicious, especially today of all days. Peggy could guarantee herself that she would be waddling away with some extra inches on her figure after tonight.
Dropping her tray to a lonesome table, Peggy began her feast. Knife and fork were turned up at the speed offered from simply using her fat sausage-like fingers; or hell even her face (One Mississippi mud pie was treated like a face-pack as Peggy dived her face in to take a deep gulp).
“*Rnnk!* That’s the stuff…” Peggy snorted as she took a breather. As she took in a moment to lick her lips and gather any stray residue, Peggy noticed out of the corner of her eye someone approaching her…
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
