Bayroot Academy Part 2.5

(Due to some formatting issues I've had to make some changes to the original. I apologize for the weird numbering of the parts)

After the day of the first football game things at Bayroot changed. The second game was cancelled (no surprise there), and our school uniforms were thrown in the trash. Dean Snow started supplying us with sweatpants and white t-shirts in various sizes, but most of us by now have forgotten how clothes are supposed to fit and walk around with our flab showing. We’re all fat here anyways, so who cares? It started snowing sometime in October, but it’s getting seriously cold now that we’re a week into November. I’m honestly very thankful for my new insulation. Halloween really helped our get ready for the winter, George announced that school was canceled for the day and the cafeteria would be handing out free candy for 24 hours.

Yesterday the group decided to all weighed ourselves on the industrial sized scale George bought for us. My number came out to read 234lbs, but I was wearing clothes. So the real number is probably closer to 230. That’s still only about 30lbs in the last two months, and that’s basically nothing. At least compared to everyone else. The numbers that showed up on the scale yesterday were, in order from least to greatest: Cam (229lbs), me (234lbs), Larry (247lbs), Bernie (265lbs), and Ross at a solid (271lbs). We all thought Cam would’ve weighed more than me from his size, but he started out so much lower than the rest of us.

The weigh in was kind of a wakeup call for me. All my friends are growing so much faster than me, hell even Cameron is passing me up. My chest is soft and my moobs are jiggly, I even have good overhang going, but Larry is wide as hell, Ross is gaining like there’s no tomorrow, and Bernie is a blob. They’re all getting the fat problems before me and I feel so left out. My thighs were the last ones to start rubbing, I got my side rolls last, and even my double chin took the longest to come in. I must sound crazy to most of the world, but things at Bayroot are different now. I do feel heavier, and I love playing with my growing body, I’m just smaller than everyone else.

Today in first period a very hefty looking Mr. Cox gives us some really good news: we only have to show up to first period from now on, and that’s just for attendance purposes. The class takes the news very well.

“Well shit… I’m starting to… have. trouble. getting out of bed… it’s.. it’s about time they do something like this.” Ross says in between bites of pizza and heavy breaths. You’d never be able to tell that he was once the star quarterback by looking at him now. He looks like the out of shape fat kid who eats too many Twinkies. I mean, we all look like overweight fat asses, but most of us didn’t start out at 180lbs of muscle. Ross stretches his arms over his head and his shirt rises, revealing a very heavy, hairy, and stretch mark covered gluttonous belly.

“I’ll finally have time to start catching up to you two,” I say and wink at Bernie and Ross.

“Dude you can’t even catch up to me, and I weigh fucking less than you bro.” Cameron tells me and lifts up his baggy shirt and pushes out his belly to emphasize his point.

“Aye man, don’t be like that,” Bernie says and slaps Cam’s bare tit. “You can’t all be as blessed as me.” He finishes with a cocky laugh.

“Thanks,” I say somewhat genuinely to Bernie for defending me.

“No problem, now get yo skinny ass over here. This belly ain’t gonna rub itself.” He demands. I put down the plate ribs I was working on and kneel in front of his chair. I start kneading as he shoves in candy bar after candy bar. Ross and I became official the night of the football game, but neither of us are bothered by me rubbing down Bernie. Everyone knows about Ross and me, but everyone also knows how things work now.

This whole social construct of “fatter = more powerful” is something very new to Bayroot. Us skinny ones have to obey the big men on campus or they’ll tease us, sit on us, or worst of all, starve us out. I’ve personally only had the first two happen, but used-to-be class genius (and now fattest guy at Bayroot) Alan Springham and his fat goonies are starving out Cam’s gaming friend Taylor. Taylor wouldn’t let big old Alan get first cut at fries the other morning and now every first period Taylor can’t have any food or he’ll get sat on until his legs break. It’s really barbaric in my opinion, but I’m not one to challenge the system. So I rub Bernie’s belly and listen to him moan, wishing that Ross had commanded me first.

On the way out of class Mr. Cox calls me to his desk; it’s actually the first time I’ve heard him speak in several weeks. Normally we come and go as required while he gorges himself on ice cream or milkshakes, but today his sexy voice recites my name. I walk up to him and admire him. Most other professors have switched to the standard white t-shirts, but Mr. Cox still wears his dress shirts. They don’t fit by any means; in fact they’re ripped around his belly, love handles, arms, and even moobs. He doesn’t button half the buttons but is still convinced the shirts look good, despite the various stains. Mr. Cox did switch over to the standard grey sweatpants and is sporting a rather loose fitting pair today. I can clearly see the outline of his constantly rock hard cock despite the bagginess of his pants. I try not to stare. I walk straight up to him, wishing I hadn’t been so lazy this week and would’ve gone to size up my clothes.

“Connor, I’ve been noticing that you’re falling behind your classmates in your performance. Now I’m not here to embarrass you, but I do think you could perhaps work a little harder in class and outside. I want to be here for you, though. If you ever need a little extra push, feel free to come use my classroom to help yourself out. I’m usually here taking advantage of the equipment if I’m not at my apartment, so just drop by whenever. Oh and you’re drooling… Here, have the rest of my donuts, you must be starving after taking care of Bernard all class.” Mr. Cox finishes and dear lord I was drooling, but not because I’m hungry.

“Thank you so much Mr. Cox, I know I’ll be hitting you up on that for sure!” I say and grab my donuts. I didn’t realize that he wants me fatter; he was the last thing that was actually keeping me from going all out with my eating. I kind of figured that if I ever get too skinny for Ross, maybe Mr. Cox will take me. I realize I sound childish, but I can dream. On the walk back to the dorms I can’t help but think about how unfair it is that Ross always gets to be fed and I never do. I mean it’s hot as hell to feed him, and I think I might love him, but it shouldn’t be all give and no take. I shouldn’t blame my slimness all on him, though, or even Bernie. Any bigger guy at Bayroot can force a smaller guy to help them out. I’ve rubbed the bellies of quite a few fatasses by this point. I’m just tired of never getting enough to eat for myself, I feel like I could be so much bigger by now.

I know back before this year I liked being skinny, but I can’t really remember why anymore. Now I just want to impress Ross and Mr. Cox and to get my social equality back. I make a new goal for myself: to go all out for once and eat anything I even think I want. It’ll be difficult, especially with me getting lazier, but I know I can do it.

When I get back to the dorm I get myself an XL pizza and turn on ESPN. I’m vegging out on my bed alone today; Cam’s over at Larry’s place, he’s been over there lot lately. Larry told me that they’re running out of weed and that he definitely needs to get some more when we go home for thanksgiving break, but I’ve also noticed that they’re smoking a lot less. I think food’s becoming their new drug of choice.

There’s a knock at the door and I know its Ross, he has this special knock he does. We’ll it’s not really a knock; he just lifts his gut and slams it against the door. I think it’s supposed to mean he’s hungry, but he’s always hungry.

I open the door, “Hey.” I say flirtatiously.

“Hey,” he says seductively. We kiss and he walks in and strips down to his jockstrap. He’s wearing the same one today that he wore on our first night together like 60lbs ago. He knows I love that thing because it really shows off how fat he’s gotten. The left side strap ripped a while ago, but he keeps it held up by jamming the rest of it under his rolls. He falls back-down onto my bed and a creak from the frame can clearly be heard. I swear, one day he’s going to plop down and break it.

“I need a feeding, please,” He says with a cute smirk and opens his thick legs. His big belly flops out between his thighs and the motion creates a ripple so big his heavy moobs shake. I have to resist him though; I need to focus on my weight for once.

“Well, I have something I need to talk to you about…” I start off. My voice is a little shaky, I don’t know if he’ll respond very well to this.

“What is it babe?” He asks.

“I was just thinking that I’m always feeding you, and I love feeding you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m getting skinnier than everyone else and I was wondering if you could feed me sometimes too.” I finish, nervous as ever. I don’t want his appetite to get the better of him. What if he just wants somebody to shove him full of fat and leaves me?

“Yeah, of course I’ll feed you Conner; I honestly didn’t know you like to be fed. You should have told me sooner, I have noticed that you’re getting… thin. But that’s okay, we’ll work on that,” He tells me apologetically. I’m relieved that it’s going this way; he really is way more sensitive than you’d think.

“Thank you for saying that, you really are the best.” I say and lay on him, kissing him all over, on his rolls, his big belly, his jiggly tits, his double chin, his fat thighs. I look up into his eyes, “What do I do now, my sexy feeder?”

“You do nothing, let me do everything. All you have to do is swallow.” He says and rolls out from under me. He goes over to the pizza button and I see him press the order button 3 times.  Things are definitely looking up from here.

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