Maggie decides against the milkshakes, knowing her dad, they’ll still be here in the afternoon, and she’s already got her lunch packed… and her stomach. She puts the milkshake bottles back in the bag and tucks it back into its little corner, a few more minutes and they’ll be at school.
-
“Bye Mags, see you at 3!” Her dad wished from inside the truck.
“Bye Maggie!!!” Olivia chimes in.
“See you guys!” Maggie returns the favor and turns around to walk into the school.
She still has to slouch a bit to hide her paunch, but since it’s just school she doesn’t care too much and a keen eye’d observer may be able to see how the baggy hoodie conspicuously hugs the 13 year old’s stomach tighter than it should.
First period today is Biology, one of her least favorite classes, ugh. Maggie sits herself down near the back of the class, she tends to goof around on her phone in this one and doesn’t want to get caught.
“-substantial bloating.” Her ears pick up something interesting coming from the teacher.
Maggie raises her hand and asks the teacher to repeat what she said.
“I said that…” she pivots on her heel “for those with lactose intolerance, drinking milk can cause substantial bloating. Try and pay attention next time, Maggie.”
“Sorry…” Maggie shrinks into her seat a little, trying to avoid the stares of the judgemental 13 year olds around her.
Maggie does pay attention, however. It seems this lesson is focused almost entirely on the digestive tract, she finds herself more interested in this than ever before, even holding back the urge to go to the bathroom trying to absorb as much knowledge as possible. She learns about metabolism, fat storage and distribution, calories, and the process of weight gain in general. Her desire to gain weight quickly no doubt made her more interested in the subject matter, but it never hurts to have a little more knowledge.
Time flies by and before she knows it first period is over! Maggie takes advantage of the 30 minute ‘snack break’ between classes and stays behind to ask the teacher some questions.
“Miss Gonercka?” the girl walks up to the teacher. She’s a rather imposing figure, even by adult standards. Large in almost every dimension with an attitude cold to match.
“Ah, Maggie! it was nice to see you paying attention for a change.”
“H-haha, yeah… thank you for the lesson. I have some questions about today’s material.” She twiddled her thumbs and avoided eye contact nervously. Ms. Gonercka’s silence demanded a follow-up.
“A-” Maggie stumbled over her words “About the process of gaining weight…”
“…”
“What would the best way to gain weight be?” She gathered her courage and asked.
“Well…” the teacher harbored no malice in her voice, she was responding to the request of a curious teenager, how could she turn that down? “The best thing one could do is to maximize caloric intake.”
“In layman’s terms, eat a lot. There are many websites that list which foods contain the most calories. Sumo wrestlers are fat, but they are also strong. They eat a balanced diet consisting of fish, meat, fruits, and vegetables, and they exercise often, but they gain weight due to the sheer amount they eat.”
“W-what if I wanted to gain fat?” it was almost a whisper from the girl’s mouth.
“If you want to disregard your body, then you want lots of high calorie foods that are poor in nutrients. You will become full quickly, but your body demands the nutrients and as such you will find yourself hungry again.”
“A-a-and if my stomach is too small, how do I make it bigger?”
“Just eat until you are full and your body will adjust over time.” The professor finished, but added with a hint of suspicion: “These are some oddly specific questions, young lady.”
“Uh!! I was just curious!” she fumbled for a quick answer “T-that’s all!! Haha!!!”
“Hmmm…” it seemed to have worked somewhat. “Well, you kids are still young, you’d have to really mess up to cause any kind of permanent damage at your age. Now, Abby, dear…”
Maggie had gotten so engrossed in the learning process that she didn’t even notice the redhead standing a few feet away from her. The girl’s face bore an uncanny resemblance to that of Ms. Gonercka, so they were probably related, but their bodies could not be more different. While the adult woman was full in every sense of the word, the girl only seemed to inherit a bit of her height; she was slim and frail-looking, the kind of girl you’d feel nervous about hugging too hard.
“This is my young student, Maggie.” Gonercka gestured to the redhead. “Maggie, this is Abby, my daughter.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Maggie apologized.
“It’s okay.” She smiled weakly “So, mom…”
Maggie saw this as her queue to leave the two be. She’d gotten a great deal of information from this and could feel plans brewing in her head. Burgers every day sounded nice, but if she could be more efficient with her intake, she’d see results even quicker!
She darted over to her locker and plucked out crackers from her little lunch box. Stuffing her face would still work well enough for now. Soon the break would end and Maggie made her way to her second period class, English. Biology was boring, but English was painful, thanks in no small part to…
“Well, well, well!” Hannah said. “If it isn’t little miss laggy!”
Hannah. Textbook bully. Tall, beautiful, rude, and pompous. She made exclusive pickings of whichever girl had a smaller bust size than she. And seeing as she’d been held back 2 years, that was everyone south of the 11th grade. It would seem that Maggie would be her target today.
“Go away, Hannah.” Maggie tried to walk around her but a pair of irritatingly large breasts blocked her path. Maggie was of average height for her age, but Hannah’s ridiculous figure meant she competed in height with the high school boys, a fact she loved to rub in.
“D’oh!” here we go “don’t tell me little ol laggy’s upset! Awwww, did daddy forget to change her diapie?”
Maggie was losing her patience, but she just stood quietly and let her do her thing, it was faster this way.
“You know, my boyfriend and I could buy you a training bra, maybe then your tiny titties would see they’ve got somewhere to go!” she mocked “how’s it feel to have the flattest figure this side of a surf board? Hahahaha!!!”
Hannah must’ve been getting bored from maggie’s lack of reaction, because she shoved her breast into the girl’s face and strut off with a hearty laugh, her usual parting gift. Maggie still did not move, the two had the same destination, but she didn’t want to be anywhere near her.
Just let it go, Maggie. She told herself. Soon she’ll be the one getting shoved back. After a second of calming herself, Maggie remembered she really had to go to the bathroom and stopped at the restroom on her way to English class.
It wasn’t as boring as biology, but it was still a drag. Luckily Hannah sat far away from her and resolved to bullying nearby victims, but just having to share a classroom with her made Maggie’s blood boil. Whatever, class ended soon enough, and after this would come lunch, a perfect chance for Maggie to get ahead on her ‘extracurricular.’
Her stomach had shrunk tremendously as the day passed, no doubt passing on half her body weight in the bathroom helped with that, but now she was able to ditch her jacket and walk around with only a slight bulge in her midsection instead of a whole bowling ball.
Class ended unceremoniously and Maggie managed to avoid Hannah on her way to her locker. She debated whether to just wolf down the remainder of her lunch or to try her luck on the cafeteria roulette. Chances were it’d just be those disgusting chicken wings, but like Ms. Gonercka said, she could afford to be a bit reckless at her age, right?
“Hey, Maggie, right?” a familiar voice sounded off behind her open locker door. Behind it stood the redhead she’d met earlier.
“Oh, Hi…Annie?” She returned the greeting.
“Hehe, it’s Abby.” She smiled and playfully jabbed her on the shoulder “No hard feelings. Wanna get something to eat with me? I know you don’t want those nasty chicken wings from the middle school caf.”
This was a bit out of nowhere, they’d barely exchanged looks and now this girl was offering lunch?
“I saw what that Hannah girl did.” She read her mind. “She was like that last year, too.”
Hannah would’ve been a 10th grader by now, but two years ago, she’d been held back, and again the following year. Maggie connected the dots and presumed that Abby must be a ninth grader if she’d known Hannah from a year ago.
“Highschool caf’s serving fish and chips, it’ll be on me!
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