Bayroot Academy Part 3

It’s been almost 3 weeks since Mr. Cox started making me stuff him every weekday. I haven’t told anyone yet and it’s killing me. I want to scream from the rooftops how awful he is, but I can’t. It’s too embarrassing and I cannot fail out. I know Ross won’t rat me out if I tell him, but I’m just so paranoid that he’ll try to get me out of it in a reckless way. It’ll end up doing more harm than good. He’s been taking really good care of me lately, though. I’m up to 248lbs as of this morning because of him. I’ve sized up my clothes to an XL and I can already feel them starting to get tight. Most of the weight has gone to my belly; it’s hanging a lot lower and is getting totally round and wobbly.  I used to only have a happy trail but the hair on my belly has been spreading a little as the skin grows out. I’m not nearly as hairy as Ross but it’s kind of cool to have some. Besides, at least you can see my stretch marks.

Cam walked in on Ross stuffing me a few weeks ago and told us that he and Larry have been doing the same stuffing thing. Basically they’re a couple now; I think they just don’t want to admit it. They’re becoming pretty inseparable and Larry’s always over in our room for their stuffing sessions. It’s really hot when all four of us are in the room and we’re all getting fed off our asses; sometimes we even invite Bernie and he feeds himself (he’s never like anyone doing it for him). He says his body’s too good to let anyone else feed it.

I’ve definitely gained the most weight out of our group since Ross started focusing on me. I mean everyone else has been growing but definitely not at the rate I’ve been. Ross has really slowed down (I don’t think he’s even at 280lbs yet), and I want to get him to speed back up but I’m afraid to start hardcore feeding him again. I should be out of practice after not stuffing him for three weeks, but I’ve actually been getting better because of my sessions with Mr. Cox. At first I tried to make my evenings with Mr. Cox super short by feeding him really fast, but he caught on and doesn’t even start playing with himself until we’re about an hour in. I’m not officially released until he cums. But he is blowing up fast; I honestly think he’s gained more than me since he started his scheme. I wonder if I’m the only one he’s blackmailing. After all, why choose just me out of all of his students?

Today’s Sunday and Thanksgiving is in 5 days. We should all be home right now, while we’re on break, but a freak snowstorm has kept us all on campus. Dean Snow even says that it’s too dangerous for us to even steer off the main walkways. It’s not really that cold but there’s snow everywhere, I guess with all the added weight I don’t get that cold anymore. Most of us don’t even wear anything more than the sweater’s the school’s been supplying.

Despite not being able to leave we’ve been making the most of break; all the kiosks are giving out free thanksgiving food all week as a condolence for us having to stay.I do miss my family though, my older brother and dad. I haven’t seen them since school started and I don’t call home as much as I should. But I’ve been preoccupied these past few months, I think they’ll understand when they finally get to see all the body progress I’ve made. I even told them about Ross and I, and they’re both really happy for me. Although I did send them pictures of Ross in the summer, back when he was trim. I want them to see be able to see both of our progresses.

It’s getting late on this sleepy Sunday evening. Ross, Cam, Larry and I are all just kind of hanging out on our bed’s, slipping food into each other’s moth and watching a horror movie. We finished a pretty intense stuffing sesh not too long ago and now we’re all dealing with the aftermath. My underbelly starts to vibrate and I reach down to grab my phone. I see that it’s dad and drag my lazy ass into the hallway to answer.

“Hey kiddo, how’s your break going so far?” He asks with his usual dad spunk.

“Not bad, a bunch of us are just hanging out right now. What’s up?” I wonder. I don’t know why he’s calling; we just spoke a few days ago.

“Oh well I have good news! And bad news, but I’ll tell you the good news first. I decided that since we’ve always been together on thanksgiving I should come up there Thursday!” He announces.

“Oh sweet, that is good news. What’s the bad news though?” I ask, absentmindedly rubbing my belly.

“Your brother won’t be able to make it; he’s got some college research project going on that he can’t leave alone for too long. But hey, we’ll still have fun.” He tells me. I’m kind of bummed that my brother can’t come but I’m glad dad can make it.

“Yeah, totally,” I agree and sit down against the wall, tired of standing. “But what about the huge blizzard? Are you really going to try to fight through it?”

“Jesus Conner, you never have payed attention to the news,” Dad says. “It’s not a huge blizzard, just a little bit of snow that’ll make the roads slick. I don’t know why the school won’t let you leave; they’re making a mountain out of a molehill. But I’m sure they’ll let me visit if I show up at campus.”

“Yeah. Well I’ll see you then. Bye dad.” I say and hang up. I seriously can’t wait for Thursday, I’m actually a little pumped. There’s just one problem. Mr. Cox still wants to continue our sessions this week even though we don’t have class. I need to come up with a plan, and I only have 5 days to stop this. First thing’s first I need to tell Cam. He’s good with schemes and I can count on him to not overreact. But I also can’t expect him to physically do anything, he’s not that proactive.

The next day I get up about noon and decide to go on a walk while waiting for Cam to wake up. There are 4 days left until dad shows up and I need to clear my head before I have to go see Mr. Cox later.

Our campus is in a pretty remote location, but it’s really beautiful year round. We’re on the edge of a pretty remarkable lake, it’s frozen solid right now, and there are rolling hills all around that the guys here like to chill on. Soft, powdery snow covers the ground all over campus, and several foot tall piles of ice cubs are scattered about the grounds. That’s probably why they won’t let us leave. If there are big piles of ice all over the roads there’s no way we could drive over them.

I wonder around aimlessly for a while but soon get hungry. On my way to the cafeteria I spot Larry’s unmistakable wide ass walking away from a yam stand with what looks like a casserole dish in his hands. I call out his name and catch up to him.

“Hey, you out getting a snack too?” He asks.

“Yeah, just woke up and I’m looking to fill the tank.” I answer and bump my belly into his. “Shit man those look good, I think I’ll have that too.” I go over to the stand and get myself a panful of marshmallow yams. We walk over to a nearby picnic table overlooking the solid lake. I brush the warm snow off my side and Larry and I sit down, hearing the wooden frame creak from our weight.

“My dad’s coming to visit on Thursday and I’m so freaking excited.” I say, my mouth of sweet potatoes.

“Oh that’s awesome man.  I wish my family would come so I can put my brothers in their place,” He adds, carbs falling out of his mouth and onto his tits, rolling off down his belly and back into the dish. “I’m not that skinny soccer puto I used to be, I can finally get the respect from the fam that I deserve, ya feel?”

And I do feel, I totally get it. “Yeah, it’s like we’re adults now. I guess that’s what senior year is for, growing up or whatever.” I take a big bite with a lot of marshmallow. Larry looks me in the eye with a competitive stare. He wants a contest, and I’m down. I might even beat him, now that I’ve been practicing my eating. I give him a knowing nod.

He starts counting down. “Three. Two. One. Go!” He shouts and we dig in. Larry looks so primal when eating like this; his mouth low, his plumpf double chin distributing on the rim of his dish. He shovels the food into his fat cheeks quickly, barely bothering to swallow. His fat arms are moving so fast that his short sleeves ride up to his armpit where fat starts spilling out. The quick motions of his chubby body are causing his chest and belly to jiggle and the table to shake. Well, it’s probably not just his eating that’s making the bench shake. I’m going at it pretty hard too; I can feel my snug sweater pulling out over my belly as I pile it in. I’m nowhere as fast as Larry, though. He’s always been competitive and is finding new ways to bring that spirit into his life. His shirt’s getting all bunched up under his moobs and in his side rolls, but he’s in it to win it. He’s smacking like a madman and I can feel myself getting gassy. I think he won’t notice if I let one rip, so I do, but it’s louder than I anticipated and he hears it. He glances up at me and lets an even bigger one out from his massive ass. Instantly his side of the table splits and he falls to the ground, yams flying all over his bare belly and ridden up shirt. I start laughing at him, like really loudly, and Larry realizes his opportunity. He starts eating the potatoes off his warm belly while I’m still laughing. The situation’s so ridiculous that I can’t help it. Finally he finishes the last of the yams off his stained shirt and I get up and offer him a hand. He gladly takes it and stands up, breathless.

“Thanks Connor,” he breathes out.

“No problem, but I need to get back to the room. Cam’s helping me with some stuff and he should be getting up soon.” I tell him.

“Aight man,” He says. “Bring him something to eat; he needs to keep that gut full.” He walks away and I watch his sweats give up on holding his giant ass. Fleshy brown soccer balls wobble out and shake as he waddles. I finish my yams and get Cameron a honey roasted ham on the way to the dorm.

“Hey Fatass wake up,” I demand, walking into our room. I place the ham beneath Cameron’s nose and he squirms a bit, sending his massive ball guy jiggling.

“Mmmmhrm,” Cam lets out with a stir. “What’d you bring me?”

“A ham,” I answer, “Now get up, I need to talk to you about something.” And with some difficulty he gets up, sitting legs sprawled out on the bed with the ham platter resting on his belly like a table. He’s having some trouble keeping it balanced but his problem subsides as he chows down.

“What’s up?” He asks, his voice a little distorted behind a mouthful of meat. I fall down onto my bed fill him in on the situation. By the time the I’m done he’s polished off the ham and is rubbing his full, mountainous gut. “Shit, really? It’s been going on for almost a whole fucking month? I’ve noticed that Mr. Cox has been piling it on but I never would’ve guessed… anyways what the fuck are you going to do about this?”

“That’s what I don’t know; I need your help.” I say in response.

“Well, this one’s tough,” Cameron starts. “First of all he can piss off, and secondly he can suck my dick… Nah but for real, what if you brought Ross with you one day and you two overpowered Mr. Cox? You both tie him up feed him until it gets to be too much and he promises to leave you alone?”

I don’t really want to get Ross involved but this plan is offering me some hope and I know Ross won’t mind. “Oh my god, that might actually work,” I tell Cam. “Thanks a ton!” I say as I half run out of the room, seting off to Ross’s.

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After discussing the plan with Ross we both decided that it’d be best if he went with me for a few days to feed Mr. Cox. We wanted to build his trust before today, the big day.

Tomorrow Dad’s coming and everything is going to be perfect for him. At 4:00 pm Ross and I head down to Mr. Cox’s room for his first dinner. Along the way we avoid the piles of ice that have been growing, and walk through the loose snow. We brought some rope we found in an abandoned custodial closet with us. Before we enter the room we conceal the ropes by wrapping them around our torsos and securing them in place under our moobs. With our shirts covering them it’s barely noticeable. I knock on the door with my special knock and we enter, not saying a word. We know the drill.

Mr. Cox is naked and sitting underneath the nozzle of my favorite machine: the fry dispenser. He opens his eyes and takes a look at us, thinking he’s in for a few hours of feeding and rape. He chuckles, sending his belly jiggling and bits of potato flying. I walk up to him, kneel, and start rubbing his car-tire sized gut and pool floaty sized moobs. I know soon I’ll have to migrate south, but I want to keep my dignity for as long as possible. Ross follows behind me and sets his gut on my shoulders and begins to shove missed fries into Mr. Cox’s gaping mouth. We have to get him too stuffed to move before we can make a move of our own. We continue with the fries until he grows tired of them and makes us move him over to the pizza slit. While carrying him over, I feel a piece of rope fall out from under my left tit and quickly put it back into place when Mr. Cox isn’t looking. Ross lets out a sigh of relief.

About what I guestimate is halfway through the pizza portion of the night, Ross and I notice that Mr. Cox hasn’t opened his eyes in quite some time. I nod at Ross and he nods back; it’s time. I stop stroking his cock and swiftly pull my rope out from under my chest and start tying his ankles to the legs of the reinforced chair he’s in. Ross stops feeding him and ties Mr. Cox’s wrists behind his back and doubles the long rope around the chair and threads it under Mr. Cox’s dense chest. Mr. Cox realizes that no more food is going into his mouth.

“What are you doing? Why can’t I move?”  He asks, attempting to look past his mountains of fat for answers without any luck. He’s squirming all over the chair.

“We’re tired of your BS.” I explain. “We’re going to feed you until you let us off your blackmail deal or until you burst.”

“God damn it, I don’t care. Just shove some fucking pizza in my mouth before I get angry!” Mr. Cox demands, angrily.

Ross looks at me. “We could just leave him under the ice cream machine until the breaks over.” He suggests. I’m honestly really shocked our plan has come this far, I never even thought about the occurrence of him not caring about bursting. I mean, I just want out of this. Not to be a murderer.

I slowly nod and shrug a little, accepting the new plan. I move to the side of the chair Mr. Cox resides in, and Ross takes the other side. We push/drag him over to the unlimited soft serve machine and place his mouth slightly to the left of the nozzle. If he passes out he now won’t suffocate. Again, we don’t want to commit homicide. I flip the “Swirl” switch and ice cream flows out and into Mr. Cox’s readjusted mouth. Ross and I are giggling like crazy and giving each other high fives. We just have to make sure we get to Mr. Cox after the break before anyone else does. As we head out we hear the chair creek under Mr. Cox’s weight.

Ross and I head over to the gym and feast like kings with Cameron, Larry, and Bernie. Eventually I fall into a mashed potato coma and make a bed of Bernie’s dark rolls. The sound of him smacking on a bowl of dessert lard lulls me to sleep.

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My phone ringing startles me. I open my eyes and see that I’m back in my room; my servant must’ve carried us back last night after I fell asleep. I look at my phone and see that its dad calling. Instantly I’m excited for today even though its 10 am and no one in their earthly mind should be awake at this hour. I answer the phone and dad says that he’s on campus, that there’s nobody at the reception office to check him in, and that he’s just going to come to my room. I text Ross and tell him to roll his fat ass over here as soon as he wakes up. Cam’s knocked out in his bed and won’t be up for a few hours. He’s a really heavy sleeper so I leave him be and wait for dad. I’m trying to decide whether I should stay shirtless or put on a tight tee when I hear dad knock on the door. No shirt it is.

I get up and can still feel the food from last night’s binge digesting in my belly. With all of this thanksgiving spirit going around I think that I’ve probably surpassed 255lbs by now and am working on 260. I open the door, still kneading my bloated gut. Dad’s standing there, fit as ever. He looks like he’s gotten even more trim since I left for school. I must have 100lbs on him, but he looks way too skinny. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back nicely and his stubble accents his narrow features. I can’t help but think that his sweater looks baggy. But despite his withering physique I’m really happy to see him.

“Hey!” I say with a dumb smile stretching across my chubby face. I come into him for a hug but he withdraws.

“Ha-ha that’s very funny. Have you seen Conner? I’m guessing you’re one of his friends…?” Dad says to me. I’m not too sure how to react; I let out a nervous laugh.

“Dad it’s me, Conner.” I say and do a spin for him. “What do you think of the new weight?”

He doesn’t look happy, just confused. “What? No… Oh my God!” He realizes. “It is you! Conner what happened to you? How’d you get so… big?” He seems more concerned than anything else. I don’t know why he’s acting like that. Can’t he tell that I love looking like this?

“Well, Bayroot got this new meal plan. Here, you want to try it?” I ask?

Shocked, dad starts up again. “Right now? No, Conner I’m concerned about you. My son’s a whale! How did this happen? How’s your health? Why did you let this happen to yourself?”

My morning cravings are starting to kick up and I’m really bummed that this isn’t going as planned. If I could just show dad how good the food is I know he’d understand. “Dad just come in, I’ll explain everything.” He comes in and sees Cameron sprawled out on his bed in nothing but a tight pair of underwear. His gigantic beach ball belly pokes out in the air.

“Jesus… Cameron too?” Dad says. He pokes Cam’s belly and watches it shake. “And this is- this is all real?”

“Yeah dad, it’s kind of our thing now. Here check out our pizza button.” I say and order us two double meat lovers and two 128oz Mountain Dew cups. I hand dad his food, lie down on my bed, and start chowing down.

“What? A pizza button? And Jesus son slow down there! No need to eat all of this in one sitting, it’s practically enough calories to feed you for a week!” He says, exasperated.

“Calm down,” I try. “Just give it a chance; I know you’ll love it.” I’m accidentally spraying pizza everywhere and meat grease is dribbling down my double chin.

“If I have a piece will you talk to me? You’re acting like a wild animal!” Dad says. Maybe he has a point.

“Yeah, totally, you can sit at the desk if you want.” I offer, picking up my soda. Dad sits at the desk and takes a bite.

“So how did this all start?” He asks. I fill him in for quite a while (leaving out the part about Mr. Cox), and I’ve finished a second pizza by the time I’m done. Dad just finished his first and is trying to finish his 128 oz even though he looks like he’s in pain. I remember those days of pain, they sucked.

“Anyways… You want to go tour the campus?” I ask him.

He puts down his huge cup, he’s struggling to breathe. “I don’t even think I can stand. I can really see now how you’ve packed it on; I’m going to have to run a marathon when I get home just to burn this one lunch off. But before I forget Conner there’s some other weird stuff going on here that’s worrying me. You keep talking about that blizzard, but this is one of the warmest winter’s we’ve had in a decade. The snow out there is fake Conner. Those huge piles of ice aren’t natural, that’s manmade ice. I think the school is trying to trick you, and it is working.”

“Is that true? That’s a little weird.” I wonder aloud. I’m half contemplating trying out the new thanksgiving pizza I just remembered hearing about and half contemplating this whole fake blizzard extravaganza. Even if it’s true, what are we supposed to do about it?

“I’m afraid it is true. I was set on pulling you out, especially once I saw your weight gain, but now I’m too full to think. I need a nap.” He says as he’s falling to the floor. I cover him with a blanket and take a nap in my bed, it’s too early for this.

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I wake up to someone shaking me.

“Conner, dude, there’s a fucking anorexic man on our floor!” Cameron whisper-yells at me. I open my eyes and all I see is his belly.

I can smell his navel. “Dude, get that thing out of my face! And chill out, it’s just my dad. Remember he’s visiting, and what time is it?”

“Oh yeah, right. Have fun with that. And it’s half past noon, I’m about to go work out with Larry. Good luck with your dad.” He says and takes off. I see that Ross has replaced Cam, lying in Cam’s bed. The bed’s framing is starting to split and I’m really not surprised because Ross is getting awfully hefty. He’s cuddling bag of family sized chips which seems to be close to empty. His fat face turns a smile when we make eye contact.

“Good morning babe, how long have you been here?” I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes with my chubby fingers.

“Just a few minutes. I tried explaining the dad thing to Cam but he was too busy waking you up. Anyways what exactly happened with that?” He asks, gesturing to the man on my floor. I tell him everything, including the part about the fake blizzard. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the information, though, so I let it slide off my mind.

Dad stirs and wakes up, says he’s hungry and in the mood for anything but pizza. He doesn’t recognize Ross, but also isn’t surprised when we explain his weight gain. I guess his neutral reaction is better than his initial worrying and whatnot with Cam and I. Ross and I put on tight shirts and tour the campus with dad, stopping at all the good food stands while we’re out. We catch George riding around on a rather lopsided golf cart. He looks amazing, like he’s gained 50lbs since I last saw him a few weeks ago. That puts him over 500 by my best guess. George waves at us, smiling, but see’s dad and his eyes grow as wide as his ass. He drives over to us.

“Hey boys! Who’s this we got here?” Georges asks in his slow, almost dumb voice.

“It’s just my dad, he came out to visit today. He tried getting a pass bu-“ I attempt to explain.

“Nah guys don’t worry about it. Looks like you’ve been enjoying our new meal plan there, huh Mr. Bradshaw?” Dad nods with a mouthful of cornbread. “I have a few apple tarts leftover from the Pre-Thanksgiving meal line that I’ve been saving. But heck, how often is it that we have guests here? Would you like one Mr. Bradshaw?” George offers. Dad nods excitedly. “Of course you do! Only the best for our parents here at Bayroot Academy.” George squeezes out of the front of the cart and opens up the seat in the back. He takes out a pastry box and opens it, revealing the best looking apple tarts I’ve ever seen. George hands one to dad and he shoves it all in his mouth at once. “That’s the spirit! We need more parents like you here. You know, we actually have an open apartment in the faculty’s building if you’d like to extend your stay. It’s no trouble at all.” George generously offers. Dad nods, yet again with a mouth full of food. “Great! Anyways I’ve gotta run, important F.A.T. meeting in a few. Here’re the keys.” George throws a keychain at dad and with that he’s trotting off in his cart.

After eating that pastry dad says that he’s suddenly feeling lightheaded. I ask if he wants to lie down. But he says no, that he just s needs to eat a whole cake. This is definitely new for him. He’s been struggling with each bite all day but now he wants to shovel down a freaking cake. I’ve never been so happy.

Dinner started at 2:00 pm, so Ross and I take him to the cafeteria with the reinforced seats. It’s half past and there’s a grand feast spread out for thanksgiving. Dad gets to see Larry and Bernie for the first time in a while. He’s really getting along with everyone. Well, not getting along per say. More like he’s unable to communicate anymore while there’s food in front of him. It’s like he’s a whole new person, I’ve never seen him eat with this kind of passion before. We planned to stay for awhile and we do. Around 7:00 dad finishes another plate and suddenly seems extremely tired. He says he better get to bed before he can’t walk anymore and he retires to his new apartment. I’m legitimately shocked that he can even stand up, let alone waddle his bloated belly to the facutly’s building.

The rest of us stay in the cafeteria trying to break the benches with our weight, inspired by the challenge Larry and I had the other day. On one bench Larry and Bernie sit, and Ross and I sit on ours. Cameron’s lying on the floor with his mouth agape; people drop food into him as they pass by. His belly’s blowing up with each bite like a tire hooked up to an air pump. Around 9:00 Bernie’s fat ass manages to shovel in enough food and breaks their cafeteria bench. Him and Larry join Cam on the ground. Ross and I stop eating around 10. We’re too full to fit anymore in, but mainly we just want to make out.

I’m groping Ross’s flabby ass when he squirms and sends our bench plummeting to the ground. I grab back onto his ass and he grabs onto my love handles. We both take our shirts off knowing what’s about to happen. We’re on the floor of a cafeteria, but Ross pulls down my sweatpants and turns me over. He falls onto me, his 280ish lbs piling onto my 255. I can’t breathe too well but I love feeling close to him like this. I can feel him entering me, and his belly is resting on my fattened bubble but. Ross grabs onto my side rolls and forces himself over and over into me. I fart forcefully, practically shoving Ross’s fat dick out of me, but he gets back to it. He burps loudly, then moans more loudly. That just let a lot of pressure out of his gut. We’re jiggling like crazy, but that’s what we want. I feel so close to him when our fat touches, it’s like I can’t tell where he begins and I end. We’re just one massive ball of squish. I cum without touching myself and Ross follows suit. While I’m down I notice that nobody even bothered to look at us. They’re all just a bunch of mindless pigs eating their thanksgiving food. Ross falls down next to me and we both lay there, breathless. He’s a lot more tired than I am, and that’s why I love him. He’ll give everything to me and all he asks is that I love him. I look into his eyes and kiss him on the mouth. I linger for a bit before asking if he wants to take it to the bedroom. He says yes.

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I wake up the next morning with a text from dad reading, “I will be helping George for a while. Do not worry about me while I’m gone.”