Unlincensed FA continuation

[superweightgain]

I just recently read Fullerton Academy and it was reaally good. Alas as all good stories on the net Fullerton stands uncompleted and will probably remain so (that evil writer), as it was posted 9 years ago.

So I've decided to try to continue where it left of. You might notice some inconsistencies, as I am not the orignal writer and I am doing this without permission (Bwahahaha). This being my second story ever I really don't expect it to be any good. But it would be a shame not to continue it. If you do not read the original story you can still enjoy it as a normal WG BBW story.

This will be set right after chapter 11, Sport day (all chapters here). It concentrates on a character that Orion seemed to had abandoned, Katherine.

I also changed the age of everyone to 18. Less Yikes!, that way

A little bit of inspiration (two ideas ) from the Thin College. Warning Mature and Dark, Denial and Revenge, Smut.

The tournament released an unexpected pressure she did not know she was having, a pressure to prove her will against Fullerton to remain and be thin. Fullerton was  place or weirdness, a high school that only accepted 18 year old girls and over. And was more accurately termed thusly a pre-College four year long academy. But there were other oddities as well,, confluences of atoms, as Democritus would have put it, that transpired here. Like lacrosse.

Katherine felt joyous due to said sport.

Katherine had just demolished the senior team with lighting fast strokes of her lacrosse stick.

She glanced around her room under the covers of her bed. Till she got a couple of earmuffs she simply refused to even see her chubby roommates. Like cows on a grazing field they always seemed to be snacking around, their greasy lips glistening with the decaying remains of a slaughtered pigs, the dripping fat of chooped up bovines and to complete the picture the room was adorned with the stingy smell of hydroginized fat.

Kat knew her stream of consciousness was somewhat melodramatic, very few people considered the facts and origin of everything that they ate. Even fewer people sat with disgust when they saw a BBQ and concluded that intestine casings stuffed with gut, i.e. sausages, were really gross.

But for Kat, like Boethius or some ascetic monk of the Tibet, she despised the implied indulgence. These grotesque facts and this way Katherine had of looking at the world, where she saw the innocent act of someone chewing on some delicious candy and where she was revolted with their actions, Kat knew that they were the only things standing between her and her growing hunger.

On her first day she and all the students, both thin and fat had overindulged like pigs in the welcoming feast. The next day she felt appalled at her gluttonous r**s, her impalpable appetite. 

She felt a growing hunger and determined not to gain even a single pound, which she hadn't, she started looking at any form of food pleasure as anathema to all that was holy.

Her demons were the friends of her roommates. Liquorice sticks, strawberry ice cream filled profiteroles, cheeseburgers with special sauce and french fries.

She saw Heather, Becky and company stuff their faces silly with these temptations. 

But I know better,  she thought, I know that food is sinful illusion, delusion warped in expectation, deception layered thick with pendulous disappointment. Growing love handles, paunches pressed tightly against extra large dresses.

She stared at Lauren, she who was busty but only a little rounder at the beginning of the year. 

Now her inflated tummy is hollering for escape, like the damned pressing their faces against the veil of death, her belly paunch struggles to break free from its cotton 80% rayon confinement.

In their stead Kat did not see five eating girls, she saw five trapped people committing a sin against self-respect.

Is it not true,  she asked herself, that their boobs are now misshapen?

Do you not see their plump tights quivering with carnal joy?

Are their jowls not smiling with anticipation.

Kat broke from her reverie, from her mantra. This was her trick set 'gainst a sea of calories, her weapon for flat bellies. This was her escape, to imagine in succint Dante-esque detail her roommates not as girls fattening up, but as growing women who were losing the battle of life.

But I am better she thought.

Too bad that after her lacrosse match she felt exhausted. And that she had overindulged in dinner tonight. She rubbed her tight as drum belly.

Well this is only the second time I ate like a pig, don't I deserve a reward? Katherine Watson glanced at her chubby companions.

NO! The other thin girls in the year rely on me as an example!

Never again to drink frotheous ambrosia, lathered with heady mead. Never to set staggering plates with burps of self-indulgence. I will never overeat again.

Kat removed the blanket from her head hoping her amazon earmuffs would come quickly, just so she could tune out the disgusting sound of five overweight and growing females munching and mulching.

It was so tempting to give in...

At this point she suspected the water might just be laced with appetite stimulants. It was not normal to crave so much food!

A bleep alerted her that the school was updating its class schedule. She stared at the glowing screen with rage and surprise. 

"NO!"

"Geeze Kat," said the rubenesque Lauren, "I was just asking whether you wanted to join us?"

Kat ignored L-tub and reread the school's memorandum. Apparently the senior team had been so truanced by her own that they were focusing on training them, while at the same time forgetting about her.

Kat had struggled all throughout the year to exercise. It was not easy as she was forbidden to exit the academy, running in the halls was punished with severe detentions, and with the pangs of hunger she developed whenever she heard her roommates eating habits she simply could not bring to exercise in her room.

So far her only defence against an expanding waistline was her iron self-control

How dare they? how dares she, that unspeakable heifer of a principal, dare to cancel all PE!

Despondent Katherine massaged her pained tummy, full with the feast she and her teammates had awarded themselves after defeating the senior lacrossers.

I will not give up. I will exercise in my thin friends' room with them if I have to!

The next day was one of expectation. The nurse had called them all for a monthly check up.

In her casual Saturday clothes she cut an imposing figure, fat travelling from her arms to her face, the same way molten metal sticks to solder. 

Blubbery, Kat thought at seeing nurse Redheen

With a warm smile and a hefty oomph Redheen called Kat over. She seemed to give her a disapproving look, mixed with a glint of an undescribable emotion, something her primitive amygdala suggested was malice, but her rational mind dismissed at intensity.

"Hello Katherine! SO nice to see you!

"Hello, MIss Redheen" Kat muttered darkly. She honestly disliked the nurse, though she didn't remember why.

"Oh dear you look so malnourished!"

Yeah. Now she remembered why. If being nagged by your fat aunt for "not having meat on your bones", a phrase said aunt always said when Kat visited her, being nagged and preached into the adipose choir of overindulgence was no joyride either.

"I have a scale in my room," Kat said and Miss Redheen look seemed to intensify all the more.

"And based on my height I have a healthy BMI."

"OH Kat!", Redheen condescendingly and joyously replied. "Such inaccuracies! Have you not considered, pondered perhaps," she giggled at her fat joke, "that your might have grown taller?"

"Besides dear", she said stabbing her in the arm with an oily substance in her buttock, with a free contraceptive the school provided, "BMI is such nonsense! Why Medical Prosperity-"

At this point Kat tuned her out. She thought that only Youtube Gurus were the only charlatans in the nutritionist world, but now that Redheen had launched herself into another extensive diatribe about the medical journal Prosperity, a rag of a pseudo scientific magazine in Kat's unspoken opinion (as it seemed to view anything lower that obesity as a serious ailment) she knew there was no escaping.

Meanwhile Nurse Redheen seemed to view her flat tummy with delirious contempt. Doused with anti-depressants, sedatives and birth control, the syringe she hand plunged in to Kat's buttock was a cocktail of drowsy weight gain. Stimulating appetites, and turning all overindulgence into thick fat.

BUT only if she overeats! I thought she would give up for sure yesterday! The plain victory of her slender team over the seniors surely should have her relaxed her and made her happy, not so uptight about her weight still! Redheen cursed silently. As Kat started to doze off, in a room that seemed to be suspiciously filled with fiver other thin sleeping figures Redheen set to work.

Kat rebelled, and stirred.

 

A blanket seemed to cover Kat, but not much else. She palpated around and rested her hands in a full belly.

She jolted awake, feeling full but strangely hungry, well not strangely, she always felt hungry in Fullerton.

She examined herself and noticed that she looked as she had just eaten, a little bit stuffed.

On her bedside was a pink and yellow note.

Dear Katherine Watson, by now you must fill incredibly confused, Kat read with anxiety. You collapsed in my worktable while I was talking to you, though I know you will disagree I attribute this to your skinny composition. Simply as underfed and stick-thin as you are you fainted.

Kat scoffed.

But knowing your reluctance and respecting it I will leave you to it.

PS

You might feel somewhat hornier, somewhat bloated, this is a normal side-effect of the birth control we have all the girls at Fullerton here!

Cheerio!

Kat blushed, that horniness side-effect certainly explained why she felt as if someone had rammed her lower nethers, her pulsing clit. Kat was aware of the Freudian theories of suppression and sublimation, the Nietzchean betrayal of one own's ideals and felt worried. For those who surrounded find themselves by fat might themselves become fat. And when staring at a fledgling bulge, the bulge starres back!

Gah! I wish this cursed appetite and this strange sexual obessesion with gaining weight would leave me. It would be so much easier to check my own impulses.

Feeling her bloated and burgeoning tummy she felt sexually excited, moved. A gasp escaped and as a blush conquered her face a hand...

A hand lowered to her panty line, while a chip approached her mouth.

Gah! What am i doing?!

Kat hefted her frame from her bed. The school allowed partial nudity in the premises, being an all girls schools, this policy, needless to say, was paradise for the 10% or so of lesbians in the alumni.

Unbeknownst to her, Kat's scale had been hijacked and reprogrammed by Redheen, she also felt the overpowering need to pee the contents of yesterday clandestine juice, a meal that nurse Redheen had sneakily stuffed inside the sleeping drugged girls while she worked.

At this point it was only water mostly, but Redheen had done two things. First she was getting Kat used to the feeling of bloating, of a full stomach that hunkered for food each daily morning.

And she was associating sexual pleasure with that fullness, as she proceeded to "stimulate" them while they were being fed. Once properly stuffed Nurse Redheen had sent them to their dorms. Each thin girl being covered with nothing but a thin blanket.

Ten pounds of water gushed out of Kat as she peed to her heart's content

In the cafeteria she met up with her thin friends. Kat knew that temptation to overeat was great, but she remembered that eating slower was a way to trick yourself into feeling fuller.

In that sense she had decided to take her time, along with her thin cadre, classes were quite late anyway, seeming to fit the lazy lifestyle of the academy, and dinners were after all classes were over, so she had four hours where she slowly devoured her portions.

The school rules tended to excuse girls who decided to stay and overeat, the rationale being that a empty belly led to lower grades, so Kat proceeded to contain her growling appetite and eat.

What she did not notice was how often the cooks seemed to refill their plates, how much more they ate, despite their slowness, given that yesterday the tummies had been expanded to ridiculous proportions by Redheen while they were chloroformed and they took a lot more food to feel satisfied, and that while they stayed two hours to chat, and two to eat, now they took four hours and chewing, mulching conversation. All in all and even without the birth control she would have natural gained weight, as she had just stuffed herself with 1000 extra calories this fine morning after breakfast. She unconsciously tugged her skirt  down, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but thinking nothing of it, attributing her fullness to her contraceptive.

But before she stepped out she was offered what seemed to be a greasy milkshake by a chef of the cafeteria.

Kat and the girls refused, they were curious, as all other girls swore by the delightful deliciousness of the milkshake, but Kat sarcastically thought that each shake must have something like a 10,000 calories.

How right she was.

After feeling bloated all day Kat found that her hunger had subsided, but only for her classes .And more than tempting her classmates had grossed out with their constant chewing. Her newest teacher, some Jessica character, seemed to be too enthralled in her own snacking to care. From a little tubby to obese she had gone a balloon up in size, one that explosively grew, before bursting. She did not seem to reign in the distracting sounds.

Honestly, thought Kat, even if I was a fat and overindulgent overeater, I think I would still find the sight of my classmates caries-filled, chocolate stuffed maw slowly chewing repulsing.

Couldn't they just learn some table manners?

Kat had been rubbing her bloated tummy all day long, causing a low key, pulsing horniness in her lower nethers and her tipfull nipple points.

I have to visit Redheen, I know that contraceptives make you feel bloated but this is ridiculous!

As her hunger grew Kat ran to the cafeteria with her teen thin friends.

They greeted her with warmth.

And they all proceeded to slowly eat for the next five hours.

BY the time dinner was finished Kat felt too tired to exercise, so she and her fellow thinmates (a nickname that Kat made for the freshmen thin girls that were her friends) did only two hours of intense physical exercise, all in all the exercise was good for their hearts and clotting arteries, but it only burned a meager few calories.

The next day the cycle repeated, Kat woke up horny and very bloated. Nurse Redheen had, without their knowledge and sneaking in the wee hours of the morning, been expanding their tummies with nothing but sugar-water in the night, expanding their bellies and getting them used to cloying fat and salty flavors. This did not add any weight, but it changed certain things, like how used their stomachs were to emptiness.

The cocktail of sugars, fats and salt contained very few calories, but it really expanded her stomach to that of a nine month pregnant lady, or at least that was the target, Redheen couldn't quite yet stuff the girls with so much juice without hurting them. The juice also encouraged a different kind of bacteria to grow, those gut microbes that favoured unhealthy food and only released their calming serotonin when thus fed.

Nurse Redheen also made sure to use her Pavlovian magic in the heat of the 2 am winter morning (Fullerton liked the girl's dorm warm, as heat-production was the main way the body burned calories, not exercise). She stimulated her pussy while she contentedly slept.

So naughty, Redheen thought, I am such naughty nurse. But you Kat are worse, refusing to stay thin and not gain a single pound for a full semester!

Redheen smiled, cruelly seeing a stuffed Kat in her bedroom, lightly snoring. By the end of the week and by the time Kat woke up that Sunday she had gotten used to the feeling of fullness in the morning, the large amount of pee.

But suddenly on Monday morning she felt something quite peculiar, she felt very hungry her thinmates seemed to be just as hungry as her.

Kat had gone to the temptress of all that is blubbery, Nurse Redheen and asked why she did not feel as full, and why she felt so hungry. Redheen just shrugged and repeated some boilerplate WebMD dictate about birth control making you feel bloated or in this case not so bloated and increasing hunger. Of course Redheen had stopped the use of her "stuffing juice" and birth control syringes yesterday. They were no longer necessesary as Kat had gotten so used to having her stomach filled that now she was craving food.

Kat had only gained a meager pound on her athletic weight, as she was determined to exercise. It was certain that she would not become lazy, or weak. On the other hand there was no guarantee she was going to remain thin, she pondered, feeling and caressing her empty petulant tummy.

It gurgled like a plump and hideous baby demanding to be pampered and fed. It growled a wrestled with reason in Kat's mind.

Kat felt so hungry that she knew she need to abort this petulant baby of a belly, this overbearing, but flat and toned belly.

So sneakily and pretendig to give up she signalled for one of the fat cafeteria workers to give her one of the shakes.

Ha! Take that hunger!

Her thinmates first looked at her shocked, and then smilingly, by quickly filling herself with a milkshake Kat had killed the hunger they all shared. A very clever strategy, in Kat's opinion. The thrall that Redheen had surreptitiously imposed on their athletic physiques seemed to be staunched.

After all the girls reasoned that a milkshake was only a bit fattening, right?

Of course none of them thought to ask the caloric contents of the shake. They seemed to have forgotten that at the beginning of the year they were constantly pestered to partake in one of the overfilling treats. While the food on the table was plenty it was not overly fattening, only the quantity and constancy of the alumni overeating piled on the pounds.

But had Kat inquired about the treats that were being offered by the cafeterias staff, they would have discovered to their horror that though they all seemed to be very good, they were also very caloric.

The thinmates thought that each milkshake was only at worst a couple of hundred calories. The workers, always willing to "correct" the perceived thinness of students like Katherine, were taking advantage of the opportunity to offer more treats to Kat. After all, thought one particular cafeteria worker, that poor girl Katherine is always so angry and unhappy. Surely she would be happier if she wasn't so uptight about her figure and learned to indulge a little. She needs some meat on her bones! For whatever reason it seemed as if every employee was dead-set fixated on the idea that each student should weigh as much as possible.

In a fatal mistake they had overlooked this flaw, and with new determination the cafeteria workers set upon them, tempting them with eclairs (8,000) calories, cakes (3,000) and pizza (4,000).

Tiny and not very fulfilling, but very fattening, the treats were deceptively healthy, but very caloric.

To show off her cleverness and determination Katherine Jean Watson had asked for only half of a shake. The cafeteria looked despondent. That was only 5,000 calories!

If Kat could have read the cafeteria worker's minds she would have goggled and rejected the shake with its 5,000 calories. As it was she gulped it down with gusto and satisfaction. Very quickly she did, the way she killed the baby of hunger that she felt.

All in all the thinmates stayed for a totality of a four hours stuffing. At this rate and despite their slowness they were picking up on the speed of their eating. Thus though they looked and felt as if they only had a normal meal they had actually overindulged in excess of a 1000 calories, not counting the shake.

Such millenarian surfeit was normal for the girls of Fullerton. If they had only eaten like that they would probably be fat but not as wide as the margins they sported.

Kat then dragged what she thought was a normal belly but was actually a big food belly into her next class.

Feeling she had defeated the hunger she made the mistake of taking off her earmuffs and nose clamp in the company of her more indulgent friends.

The imagery of Hannah, Becky and whatsherface (maybe Mia? Kat really didn't bother with names much) stuffing and rubbing their bellies in class assaulted her.

The belly rubbing made a conditioned plavovian sensation felt in her nethers and Kat could not help but blush.

The empowering smell, the gravid miasma of unctuous blubbler, that heady aroma made Kat and her thinmates go ballistic with hunger.

Kat looked at Jennifer, and athletic Soccer player, she had a very hungry, a very crazed look.

The redhead heaved and sweated. All the thinmates shot up from their wide seats. Each unnoticed by the voluptuous Miss Jessica, who minded her own food like a starving ZoMbie.

Having their bellies stuffed for one continuous week had not added any pounds to them, but boy it really increased their appetite.

Kat ruffled by what she thought a normal looking girl, and then caught herself, knowing that seeing so many fatties had changed her percption of normality.

"More like a heifer, or Winsdorfian Venus in full monthly cycle!" said Kat to her thinmates, Alice the blonde chuckled, though she really could not understand the joke. Kat sometime did this, for an athlete Kat sure loved to use a more "lyrical or poetical" register than was normal for a 18 year old.

The girls went to their rooms to get away from the distraction, school rules said that they were allowed to leave the classroom if they were to go to their rooms to retrieve their snacks, in order to prevent a detention Kat decided to grab a light snack and smear it against her face to look as if she had just eaten.

She then proceeded to finger-fuck herself, no longer being able to hol her lust any longer. Clumsily she plucked her pink guitar strings with gnarly bones and plastic finger nails. 

She plodded the field of her speaking hole and tugged at the worm of her sex. Kat teased her enticing clitoris, her love-knob and by her mind's eye saw images of many feedintg her, loving her, fattening her.

The operant conditioning of Redheen had associated sexual desire with the fullness of the belly, the cult of the snack.

With the shame of sinner, a convert to a new religion Katherine knocked at the doors of sumptuous sensation and fleshy pleasure. She pictured herself gigantic, her body no distict from her head, all nothing but a rolling mass of fat.

To feel released she needed to eat, to cram herself with flowing magma of rich caloria.

As she knocked at her temple with quickened fingers and as she cupped each breast bouncing with abandon, her nipples gyrated like strabistic iguana eyes, and she glistened in sweat. About to be won over by tempation, to stuff a complete cake into her fauces and to finallyt reach sexual termination Kat betrayed the Order of The Fat.

She nailed instead 50 theses of personal fulfilment in the door of adipose sin and chubby devilry, and though not as plentiful a pleasure, or as full of orgasm, her peaking climax, her dildatic approximation, with black tipped plastic elongation, taught her a lesson in satisfaction. She stopped her feedee fantasies and used a dildo to reach climax

After fingering herself Katherine only had a tiny snack from the oversupplied room, and then finished her sexual conjugation with her dildo-friend. Black coloured and ridged with goody love. Mister horse, a little souvenir from a playful cousin who worked at a sex shop. This managed to satisfy her tension. Katherine's shoulder slumped.

Returning to class from her private section at her room's intimate discretion and with new vigour Kat each of her thinmates seated themselves and dreaded and hungered for diinner as the hours ticked slowly by.

All in all Redheen had one more sinister interference in Kat's life, she suggested, and then outright ordered, given Kat previous two week's complains about bloatedness, to have her clothing replaced by lazy spandex suits. As was the custom in Fullerton. Their uniforms looked normal but where actually stretchy, ver stretchy. Hefting herself from her bed and rushing not to see her snacking roommates, the plump and round Becky and Hannah seniors, and other visitors, Kat got out before she was tempted to their fat world.

As mirrors were forbidden in the school and as Kat grew used over that eventful week where she was always stuffed, courtesy of Redheen, she was very used to the sight of a bloated belly. With such an accessory her thin clothes made her look heftier. She thought, using her cellphone as a substitute mirror.

It was not a very good one, as it only allowed her to survey herself one part at a time.

But over that week she had seen her bloated belly pouch over he panty line. So she wasnow  used to her new look. 

Two weeks later, each day eating 12,000 calories in excess and Kat stood in her thin clothes.

She felt hefty, zagtif even, but that was normal. Her belly now pouched over three inches, it had gone from a shy and tiny slab of fat, like gypsum being painted, but day by day it had thickened, new layers being put on. Now it pushed her clothes and made her feel sluggish. Her arms and legs had gained a layer of fat and her breasts were rounder. Katherine knew that many a girl deluded themselves as they blew up into fatness. But the day she did not feel as bloated she saw her tummy and it looked very flat and toned, courtesy of Redheen's mental trickery. It had literally gone from pregnant looking to flat. So she did not see anything weird in this. Sure Katherine did not enjoy being forced to use a contraceptive that though very effective seemed to have such dramatic effect, but as she thought that she had not really gained any weight she did not feel preoccupied, merely upset at Redheen and the school's administration. She felt reassured that as soon as she was unbloated, she would have a flat sensual tummy.

Sure it was a little softer, she thought, accidentally brushing a hand past it, not yet used to the new movements her new physiology required. Well all of her was a little softer, after all she was on the pill. 

Had her arrogance been checked by a good pinch or a poke she would have realised that she didn't just sport a very lite layer of fat, the ones that usually occluded six-pack abs on girls but was otherwise harmless, Katherine could have sunk in her finger by a two inch margin.

On the cusp of overweightedness she had an exact BMI of 25. She had gained 20 pounds thanks to the nervous weeks of eating.

If you told her this she would have scoffed. With her baggy clothes, she still looked thin, with the knowledge that she was "bloated", or at least with the cleverly planted idea that this was just bloating, she could look at a paunching belly and take it not as a sign of lost thinness, but one of a medical side-effect. Surrounded by fat girls, she felt thin, eating slowly she felt as she was eating normally. The truth being that Kat and the thinmates, now more properly titled the normalmates, though only the other alumni called them that to their back, gradually increased their speed, to the point that they eat just about the same everyone else. With the added consequence that they ate for double the time than their heftier classmates (this last feeling sleepy).

Her finally excuse, the thing that would make it easier to think that she was just one day from washing away the bloated and recovering her fit body, which caused her to go from looking 3 months pregnant to toned thin two weeks ago, was the fact that even if she felt a little bit heftier, she reasoned it was due to gaining muscle.

Was it true? Not really, Kat launched herself and her normalmates into an intense workout sensation. Too bad that their ovearting made an aerobic sensation feel intense. They were still fit, not in the sense of thinness but rapidity of movement, they could run and sprint, while the classmates languoured and languished behind. But that feeling of being bigger, they justified to themselves as muscle. And shamefully it made them hornier as well. As the two weeks went by the girls had gone from eating a very light snack while masturbating (eating was a valid reason according to school rules to skip class, and they exploited this rule to "tickle themselves") to a full cake.

A sinful pleasure, but given that the scale only was five pounds higher (courtesy of Redheen) the normalmates felt entitled to it.

Kat looked at that bloated tummy. How it had started to go from pouch to belly, how it began to round and curve into a muffin top and love handles (they looked to her not as love handles but a fold) that gracefully hanged from her sides. If she could have taken a picture of her back she would have realised that they were love handles, tiny ones, mind you they only left her looking chubby. Certainly average looking by American standards. But in this modern world average meant overweight. She stuffed her engorged breasts in her brassiere, they pushed against her b cups. A fuller ass, one shaped like a bubble tucked atop pudgier tights that were beginning to come together like lovers, like a feedee and a feeder growing closer.

All in all she felt like a million dollars.

Just 'cause she could do it that day Kat decided to overindulge in food. Let's remember that so far Kat thought that she was only bloated, and that she had not gained any fat, but that she had lots and lots of water weight and medical induced inflammation. She feels that she has managed to control her hunger. Hence why she felt the need to reward herself. She reasoned that overeating like this once every two months could reduce the constant temptation and hunger she always seemed to feel at Fullerton.

She teased Hannah, in metronimic poetry Hannah, but she did not feel insulted, despite Katherine allusions to Babylon mistresses and Botero ladies, Kat thought she was thin and sexy. Becky, Hannah, and wahtsherface, Katherine did not bother to remember, maybe Lex? were not.

With that she exited the cafeteria, five pounds heavy, only with food of course, nobody gains weight that quickly. After stuffing herself like that Kat really had not temptation whatsoever throughout the rest of the day.

Another week flowed with milk and honey. Triglycerides were  manufactured at speeds and efficiencies that chemists would be envious of. Hard at work enzymes turned the 5,000 thousand calorie milkshake that Katherine and the normalmates took at breakfast and dinner, into a surplus theca, a library of reserved energy. As the thinmates exercised, working intensely and hard but only burning a 1000 calories in total, fat was still being piled on into their bodies.

 

Easter Hols came. The schools suggested meetups and insisted on forging relationships with the parents of the students, with their family as well if it was necessesary.

Thus it was that in a "outreach" program Kat could earn an extra credit by simply visiting her aunt Patricia Lexmark, instead of going with mom and dad, as she planned.

Kat rode in a very big car, a car designed for the obese and provided by the school. She would have preferred walking, the school being merely a mile away from Fullerton, and many a local girl being students, but they would not take no for an answer.

As Kat finally reached her aunt's house she felt a growing hunger, her usual meal was disturbed!

But, Kat rejoiced, here I won't feel as tempted to eat!

In the beachy lagoon in a big house where three rotund girls sat, sunning themselves and enjoying a home-made pizza.

Aunt Patricia and her two plump daughters were eating, as was her husband who was collecting some food from the fridge inside the house.

Patricia was never genetically obese, it was just the fact that she had grown up surrounded by fat people her whole life, and that stuck to her waistline.

She was married to a fatter man, and perhaps because of this she regarded herself to be quite the catch.

Curvy can be sexy, was Pat's motto.

As a limousine drove Patricia was shocked, and then delighted, as a new Katherinic development stepped out.

Patricia hid her shock with a smile. 

Damn! I knew that Fullerton encouraged a confident outlook, but she looks 30 pounds heavier

Which she was.

Patricia had read a letter which had suggested a very fattening milkshake that the cafeteria workers had suggested she made daily for her niece.

Initially she had rejected the idea of feeding her niece the shake, after all Katherine was a small eater, and the fact that she seemed to have gained weight was quickly attributted by Pat to two causes.

First Katherine probably did not know how many calories were in that shake. A 10,000 calories per day were an enormous amount.

Secondly the fuller figures of Fullerton probably made her think herself thinner.

Now dear reader, you must know that Katherine is not that stupid, as it was explained if those were the only factors she could probably had realised her heftier disposition. As it was her time spent with fatter girls only was one factor, but not an insignificant one.

Katherine thunderously stepped into her Aunt's house. For some reason her aunt had rushed off and had insisted on giving her the same milkshake they made at her school.

Used to the justle and intensity with which she had to use to navigate in the Fullerton halls, all filled with overstuffed fatties, Katherine had the walk of a hulking caveman recently come from a great hunt. A ripple cruised through her fatter back. Her one piece suit clung tightly to it. Her four inch belly pressing against  it. Her cousins were ecstatic.

She jiggled as her cousins smiled and giggled, they being very happy that Kat had finally joining them in the fuller side with 30 pounds extra.

Meanwhile in her house Pat was desperately getting rid of every mirror, scale and exercise machine. She had first replaced Kat's visiting clothes with some from her fat daughters. If she put on some other rag and Kat complained about it being to tight Patricia would only reply that the washer tended to shrink clothes.

Just as she was going to store the exercise machine into the closet Kat stepped out only in work out skimpy clothes into the room.

Patricia gagged.

30 pounds heavier her stomach stuck 4 inches and was like rising dough from her tight panties, well not so tight they were fullerton spandex. A brassier covered her boobs, boobs which had developed this crease of fat coming from her armpit. Her face fuller and her butt soft Kat had really let herlself go, unitentionally and unknowingly of course. A little bit of fat under her chin that was not a double chin, but the beginning of one, her arms were fuller, her legs thick and sexy. Kat was not only now overweight but a sexy phat thicc goddess.

"Wow thanks auntie, did not know it was within your providence to tuck in hopes together with delusion. Was it a gift?" Kat said pointing to the exercise machine and asked snidely, she knew her aunt probably never used the thing.

"It is my daughter's boyfriend".At this point any guilt that Aunt Patricia might have felt for her plan to fatten Kat up evaporated. 

Nasty girl

Kat knew that fellow, a fat and chubby guy that constantly tried to get into the NFL. When his weight was mentioned with mocking askance he simply said that NFL players were fat. Kat then saw a picture on a stand. She surprised herself by finding him thin and sexy. Intellectually she knew that he was fat, but Fullerton had warped her and Kat felt embarrassed.

Jason was his name, he had a fat brother, mother and father. Heck, the whole town was the fattest is in the whole country.

Katherine was the thinnest person here, but for how long?

Nervous that her intentions were to be discovered Pat suggested that Kat take her breakfast with her milkshake.

Kat shrugged, thus displacing her assets and making her already tight clothes tighter and drank the 5,000 concoction.

Pat smiled and then proceeded to give four times the portions that she normally gave to her daughters.

Her daughters understood. Kat would try to eat less. But she would probably overindulge, after all the letter from Fullerton said that Kat ate just as much as the other chubby girls, it just said that she liked eating smaller portions and that she took her time, usually four hours.

By giving herself and her daughter very big portions Kat had been fooled into thinking she would have a normal sized meal.

Just to clinch it Pat proceeded to constantly refill her plate and all through the day Kat ate and ate as she caught up with her aunt.

The next day she only took the usual four hours, still she was eating more. She felt full, and her belly lapped over into her clothes, her ass previously would have been very uncomfortable in the plastic chair, but now it was padded. She sat herself and snacked in front of the TV while she tried to exercise on the floor, watching some aerobics. For an overweight girl Katherine was still in excellent physical condition, thanks to her training regime. When she sat in the couch to rest with her newly awake cousins she fit quite tightly, whereas in previous summers she sunk into a large couch, now her buttocks spread beneath her in a glorious expanse.

She did not longer felt the temptation to eat of Fullerton, but her appetite was so used to overeating that she just felt normal, and thought that she was eatin normally. After all she had managed to not gain any weight at her aunt in previous visits.

Pat then took one suggestion from Redheen, she deliberately said to Kat that she was using a very tasteful, calorie free additive to all her recipes, one exotic nut from brazil.

The nut tended to cause allergies in people but nothing too serious.

Kat loved the taste of this imaginary additive, even though no such thing was added. By now and free of birth control she expected to see her tight abs, all the water weight she thought she had gained disappearing, but as she continued to feel so bloated, all the time, she reasoned it was some allergic reaction.

Kat could not help herself as she sometimes took a sinful snack while she masturbated, it was a prolongation of a shameful habit she had picked up in her FA room. Well, it started as little but now she usually stuffed two cakes in to her mouth by night.

But she was really burning it, or so she thought. She had calculated that each cake was something like 600 cals. So she burned 1200 in her exercise. The only problems is that she had moved into bigger cakes. Despite the fact that she jiggled like crazy she felt as if she was hauling and enormous weight behind her.

Kat was hauling an enormous weight indeed, it was her own.

So it was that routine was set and she visited that forbidden bakery, where she ordered her usual midnight snacks. The fat matron of the establishment once again doten upon the thin, or relative to the town thin, girl.

I know she will never catch a man like that! Or if she does it will be a shallow man. Fat really makes care about people, not just their looks. As the matron thought did she increased the cake size day by day.

Kat then usualy sat into the ample chairs. Her aunt had methodically made sure that Kat tanned in as much as possible. 

Kat thus looked very red. She had used what her aunt declared to sun blocker, but was only cream.

This was deliberate, Kat did not notice how much time she spent on the sun, and the fact that though Little Heckwood was a warm town it was usually very cloudy. While a kid she had never really got even the lightest of tans while staying here.

She thought she was only getting a little sunburnt. Thus instead of thinking that her reddish skin came from the tanning she thought it was her allergy.

Kat then entered her usual boot with a thunderous step, her "allergic reaction" giggling.

Goddman!

But Kat knew that under that allergic inflammation there was muscle. She certianly was very strong. After all as much as she exercised she was probably as strong as any healthy guy.

Not yet used to the new movements her new physiology required very, very very big and clumsy steps.

But contrary to her ideas on the subject under her nonexistent bloating there was quite a lot of blubber. Kat was not delusional. It is just that after seeing her stomach return to normal, in that week were Redheen was only stuffing her in the wee hours of the night with sugary water, well she really believed that even a very big belly could turn into a flat toned stomach right after the bloating went down.

So as her appetite had become so big was she the same without prompt notice.

Looking puffy and fat a passerby who had seen anaphylactic shock could have thought that she was really somewhat right when she declared it was result of an allergy.

Besides as her belly got bigger so did her land marks. She did not see a big belly with big boobs, she saw a little bit of belly with little boobs. After all without a mirror she only looked down. So she only saw the relative difference in size, not the actual size of her assets. Another reason for her obliviousness was the simple fact that she gained muscle.

That in fact kept her legs toned, so as she washed herself she did not acquire cellulite.

Kat then spied the fat users and eaters of this engorged establishment. They huffed and puffed.

If I had really gained any weight, then I would just feel as tired. Had I been under chance and trance of an psychomatic charm, one called gluttony, one subscribed as desire. One who heaves girls past the pounds into treble numbers and lives on rotund balls behind, surely I would always feel just as tired.

But seeing them eat like that I better get out of here, or else I might take a third masturbation session in my room as soon as I get home, and that would mean an extra cake, which would mean more calories to burn.

Kat was embarrassed of the fact that the fullness sensation, the feel of a resting belly made her excited, so she hurried out to her aunts house, where a feast awaited her.

Being the last day of her first week Pat had insisted on a big meal. Kat shrugged her shoulders. If she only overate this day or two, no harm would be done to her figure.

As the family waited by the BBQ Pat offered her niece a little snack.

It was the fact that Kat was eating like a fat girl that made her think that a whole bag of chips was a little snack.

All in all that day she felt her tight stomach stretch against her hand. SO much she had eaten that she could feel her muscles.

I knew it I have not gained weight, I can feel my abs!

Kat thought that she had only eaten a little bit more than usual.

After all she usually took a four hour long breakfast and dinner, so eating 16 hours really felt the same to her. She did not et the whole day, well she did but she thought she was snacking, and for Kat snacking had become eating.

The problem was that her muscles were hidden very deep in that sausage casing that was her skin, but with so much pressure they surfaced like buoys, the small intestine, colon and stomach pushing her skin closer to her abs.

Pat saw her niece putting her hand atop her protuding belly. One that looked fuller and roared to be heard, to be squished, loved and fondled. With thicker arms a pudgier Kat looked like a completely different person, she now resembled more one of her own daughters rather than her own very mother. She jiggled when she started to stand up and had begun to waddle a little.

To discourage her from checking herself too much Aunt Patricia had given her cream for her "allergy" in truth it was to prevent her growing thighs from chafing against one another.

The boys and even some girls were enthralled by the Botero stuffed beauty. From merely overweight to fat they sweatily and excitedly saw Katherin ballooning before their eyes. Fuller and softer, her newer assets pressing against every clothes. Kat might not feel tired from moving, as it was typical from the obese or the overweight, but she felt very warm. A layer of fat encaged her being as such she had finally caved in an on her last day at her niece she had only worn a bikini.

Pat made sure that Kat took a real long and skin burning tan yesterday. She just slipped a sleeping pill and dragged her inside the tanning bed. That way Katie suspicions would misguidedly label her newest softness as severe inflammation from food, not as weight gain.

The friends and family of Patricia gathered in her house to see their handiwork. All throughout the week they had offered Kat several big treats. She had absent-mindedly eaten when she had been offered the cornucopia of sugar and flavor, outright rejecting them first. But by sharing with her Kat thought she was only slightly sneaking, not outright eating.

Disappointed to see her new heft going into the limo, but satisfied to see her struggling to fit into her seat and her belly gently resting on her lap, all while in the glistening sweat of mid-spring, with her bikini clad bod, one that clearly was designed for thinner frames, it was a wonderful experience for the town residents. They prided themselves as the fattest town in America, and with thinner cases like Katherine they had a reputation to uphold.

As her stay ended she returned to her school. Not before she had been given a very big hoodie. Her aunt insisted on the forecast.

So once again Kat set her body jiggling as she entered Fullerton covered in a hoodie. it was not until she entered her room and changed her clothes for her normal spandex that she felt normal.

These spandex looked like a very normal uniform on the outside, but they have and integrated corset that made Kat look substantially thinner, well somewhat.

Meanwhile her shocked roommates and fellow alumni look at her with shocked expressions.

Mia, Becky, Lauren, and the rest jiggled while they felt glad at what had become of their skinny roommate, they had seen her gain 30 pounds in the shcool, but it was gradual, this was sudden.

We should invite her to one of our snacking sessions! All of them chorused.

Kat met up with her normalmates, they were by the cafeteria and about to start the 4 hour long breakfast. Katherine thought herself smart. Now that she was again in Fullerton she could feel  the temptation again, that dark mistress of the disappointed heart, resurging with new gusto.

But by eating little very slowly she thought that she would not gain weight.

On the other hand she felt sad that she would probably not lose this constant inflammattion she took everywhere with her. Redheen would in all likelihood start her contraceptives very soon.

As she approached the table and saw very puffy looking thinmates, though she she thought they looked more like normalmates, and if she hadn't grow so used to morbidly obese people with triple chin and gaining mates she would probably had called them chubbymates, well she she surmised that they must have continued they contraceptive use. They looked just as bloated as her.

Meanwhile Alice Langton, another chubbymate, made a speech about self-control. Not being very good the overall populace of the campus thought it was about the opposite of what she was saying. She ended her praise saying that they only had accomplished the current figures thanks to Katherine Watson.

While the alumni frowned in confusion, as they never thought that the chubbening of the thinmates was due to Kat's interference, Kat smiled and congratulated Alice.

They decided to make it a mini feast. After all instead of the big feast they had every two months and they thought they as much as her classmates, but actually surpassed them, in these new mini feast they would only eat a little more.

A little was a lot by Kat's new standards. Had she been presented with how much she used to eat she would have been shocked.

She saw the mouth of her chubbymates, her closest friends, eating and eating. And while she felt horny she felt angry.

It used to disgust her, but now this neanderthalic lack of manners was usual to her.

Seeing too many fatsos eat and eat was normal to her.

Well this time she consumed an entire pizza in her first 20 minutes and four of her shakes.

As she returned to her bedroom that day and woke up Kat decided to step into the scale.

Kat did not have trouble seeing the number, it was set to speak it , not to show it.

125 pounds

Kat found this number normal. 120 of athletic self, 5 pounds of bloating.

Her actual weight was 170.

With so much weight she was officially obese, thin compared to Fullerton, but obese compared to the normal population.

The thing that she found strange was that her bloating usually went down quickly, but Redheen had not given them any medication this time. She said that they were using a new brand that guaranteed no bloating, and that it would arrive in a week.

But by the second day she panicked. For the first time Kat stepped in front of a mirror. One she had ordered by amazon.

Her hand sunk into soft flesh, flesh that jutted out a good six inches rising higher than her thickened boobs. Her paunch was prominent and raising its chin in open defiance, hubristic and unabashed in its bigger size, in a soft growl, it communicated to Kat her plans to grow with her. An atavistic calling to heavier fuller times, when fat was praised and thinness shunned and despised. The belly cried and mewled, waved back and forth uncontrollably, as Kat slapped and tested its fleshiness, new ripples travelling through her the way only and physicist could describe, the way only waves rippled in a ocean of freshly gained chub. Flesh now encircled into a new double chin. Encased and interred were these legs, her legs, that touched each other to the knee. In love handles buried were cities of pumped up muscle that stood out pushing her panties away, a thick band of love surrounding her hips, giving the illusion of a second waist as they deeply ran into back fat.

Her boobs had gone up a cup, they were hefty and wider.

Her stomach blocked the view of her feet. The first layer of cellulite had sprinkled itself over her tanned botton. Her very tanned but prominent self.

She had substantial cankles and a butt that stuck out a four inches and formed into volleyballs.

Even when hardening her muscles she could not feel it under her thick hips, her thick thighs. She felt strong, but very big.

Her new girth was very cumbersome. Even if she was athletic she still felt ripples when she thundered from side to side in front of her mirror, a curious admixture of libido and tears visited upon her by her denial and stupidity, but more than likely by her subconscious traitorous sex drive.

Her pudgy arms then led to thicker fat fingers.

Scared and afraid she ran around her room, she panicked and wailed, she submerged herself in a world of comfort food, in a world where she masturbated by eating. The only thing that now comforted her. The chubmates where still on average 200 pounds lighter than the rest of the alumni, but they were obese, and upon discovering the big lady that Kat now was they were shocked. Some of them had thought that Kat was some kind of dietician/ weight trainer and that their gain was mostly muscle. After all they all had seen olympic pudgy but strong females lift weight.

They had thought that most of Kat's bulk was steroids induced muscle, not fat. When they found out that though they were still in good shape Kat had lost all self-control, they too collapsed and drowned in comfort, clawing with sausage-thick fingers as they were dragged down into a world of shameful gluttony.

When summer rolled around and she managed to get herself out of her funk, when Kat was readier to face a fatter reality, to see herself again in the mirror, she saw that her double chin was really big now. Previously tine it was now present when smiling. Her face was full, her breasts were not starting from her front chest but from the middle of the sideline of her thicker ribcage and met with backboobs.

Her paunch bore down and hung down, when she first freaked about her 170 pounds frame it was jutting, now it was jutting and hanging. Her ribs and collarbone long gone underneath it all.

She saw in the mirror a very fat girl, 220 pounds of fat. Fat that first felt disgusting, for as she first realized how fat she was she and the chubbymates had all cried.

But as they became as indulgent as the rest of the alumni they only thing they had in common was that they kept on exercising. Not that it did much good, but now they were fine with how they looked.

To them they looked sexy, it excited to be this fat. Proud blushed of demure self-admiration followed by long sessions of playful fondling in front of the mirror was how she started each morning, she also snacked.

And fat led to lust, and loneliness led to search for love, and as the chubbymates, the previously thin first years of Fullerton comforted each other, they also grew (literally) together.

Kat was finger fucking Alice, who was at the beginning of the second part of the school year a thin and sexy cheerleader, a new fat redhead giggle and jiggled as they together had sex under the bleachers, all while stuffing themselves silly.

Kat now liked fat guys, her disgust and self-shame had sublimated into a new shameful fetish that had slowly blossomed along with her figure into a fascination. Her mantras of disgust, her lurid and strident descriptions descriptions of her fat companions did not longer grossed her out, they draw her in, as she participated in eating contests and the constant snacking of the class. "Behold", she would say to her chubbymates, "contemplate my fatty sexiness."

Her clothes no longer fit her, despite that even at 170 Fullerton uniforms were baggy on her. And from baggy to tight, her belly started pressing into her uniform, making itself known, clangouring and shouting to be seen. Exacting mistress of munchy longing and fatty pining. And Katherine complied. The school sometimes did not renew their uniform and even Fullerton Spandex had its limits. Thus her muffin top glistened with dew like sweat. And as her belly rocked and they had blubbery sex under the hot sun of summer, her stomach that seemed to start creasing both down the middle and side to side due to her 50 pound gain that started when she discovered that she was 170, now 220, as she felt her elbow crease and her very fat arms struggle to contain her girth, her belly sticking out a whole foot, and as she felt that her boobs now rested on her belly and that she seemed to burst out of every dress Kat knew that she was going to stay fat for the rest of her life.

She finger fucked her finger into Alice, funny how her hand was mucher fatter, and this meant that she could only stick two finger not two, on her back side, Jeanine the brunnette and a sexy chubby redhead, previously very thin, were filling her, stuffing her from her backdoor with cake mix. Her cheeks more difficult to separate as they now look like a shelf, like beach balls. Even while settin her stomach warped around and rested on her tights, it was a naturally for food be put on. But her cleavage caught her crumbs. And how did her previously firm and perky breasts were now funbags of pendulous concession, gently sweeping to the tantric rhythm of a black tipped dildo love.

Redheen and the Principal watched contentedly from the surveillance cameras while they explored lick by lick their potbellies of love and fortune. They knew that sometimes thinner students needed a little bit of encouragement. New thin Fullerton alumni usually stayed thin their first semester but then started to gain 20 pounds per semester by their junior year they were obese and gained massively, catching up with everyone else. But these new freshmen were different, the Principal and Redheen knew. They also knew that those experiments in social psychology that supposedly encouraged weight gain when surrounded by the obese and the tempting, but was actually only responsible for the Fullerton Academy had on every girl, when that increased appetite failed they had to resort to more drastic measures. That never would a girl that attended Fullerton for a whole school year was going to leave thin. Redheen saw that even Kat's mound of venus, the layer of fat covering her lowers, had grown. She even seemed to have a thicker pussy and the beginning of elbow fat  creased over in excess, the mark of a truly  fat girl.

She smiled.

END

Picture is of how big  I imagine Kat (blonde) and an unnamed "thinmate" to be.

Edited December 31, 2019 by superweightgain
Fixes

[Daveth]

You should do this for the FItting Series, I've been dying for the next one of those.

 

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Not too bad 🤔 I vaguely remember finding Fullerton Academy on DA years ago.

Citing Thin College as an inspiration is incredibly flattering 😖 I keep meaning to write more of it, but my brothers and I have been playing DS3 this week