"... and we're instituting a new Waste Reduction plan for the cafeteria this year, and I know you ladies will do your part to eliminate needless food waste..."
Hunter was only paying passing attention to Miss Polluck's unexpectedly lengthy speech. Despite how much she'd already eaten, for whatever reason, she was feeling totally famished. The food smells were starting to drive her mad, and the Headmistress couldn't wrap it up fast enough.
"... and your student cards will be credited appropriately. Room drop offs will occur between 8 and 10 o'clock during the week. Please see your student handbook for your dorms applicable weekend schedule..."
Hunter was starting to drool. "Hurry up, Miss Polluck..."
"... and extra credit will be given to students who notably excel in their efforts..."
"Oh my God, please just finish," Hunter thought as she wiggled in her seat.
"This is your first step in your time here at Buttercombe, and I have no doubt you will excel both here and in everything you do. Thank you for your time, and good luck in your studies." With that, Shannon Polluck leaned back from the ominously creaking podium. Shannon stepped backwards, her massive frame visibly jiggling in her tight, form-fitting uniform. Though the students didn't know it, Shannon had just been fitted for this outfit the previous week. Her consumption had hit a new high over the last couple years, and her already bloated body was growing by leaps and bounds. A few short, shuddering steps brought the heavy headmistress to an overbuilt loveseat. Collapsing into it with a massive sigh of relief, a loud groan echoed from the distressed piece of furniture. With the seat successfully holding up her considerable bulk (for now, at least), a couple of attendants brought out a table and cartload of food which Miss Polluck dug into with hoggish gusto.
Hunter didn't see any of this, having got up from her seat at the tail end of Polluck's speech. Amber had been left in the dust, and the blonde found herself having to motor to keep up with her olive-skinned roomie. Taking only the barest moment to scan her student card, Hunter grabbed a tray and began to ransack the shockingly vast spread arrayed before her.
Spaghetti and meatballs would be good.
Garlic bread, definitely want.
Ooh, they have lasagna. Maybe a small slice.
Tacos? Just a taste should be fine.
That chicken con pollo smells so good.
Maybe a piece of cherry pie for dessert. Or do I want lemon meringue? Oh, but those brownies smell so, so good.
The rumbling, hollow feeling coming from her stomach made up her mind for her, and Hunter absolutely heaped her tray with food, heavily favoring pasta dishes and desserts. Amber's eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the sheer quantity Miss Black had taken. Far more self-conscious after all she'd thus far witnessed, Amber's plate was considerably lighter, consisting predominantly of salad and vegetables.
The two girls sat down, Hunter with a noticeable bounce from her enhanced bust. She started devouring her food without preamble, swallowing it as fast as she could move it into her mouth. Other girls nearby stared at her display of gluttony, and there was a lot of pointing and whispering. The raven-haired teen failed to notice the spectacle she was making of herself, far too engrossed into her massive meal.
Holy hell, why am I so hungry!?"
******
"Easy does it, girl."
"Ugh," Hunter groaned. Hunter hadn't managed to finish her gigantic platter of food, her eyes far, far too big for her stomach in this instance. She'd eaten until she felt bloated, rested a few minutes, then tried stuffing even more down her throat. Hunter had made a huge dent in her pile, but now felt terribly ill and could barely move from the pain in her belly.
She had arm over Amber's shoulder, the blonde helping the overstuffed girl back to their dorm. She blushed slightly, both from the proximity of Hunter's oversized breasts and from the large amount of attention the girl had garnered her way. Looks of incredulity and disgust from the Freshmen contrasted with the looks of empathy and understanding from the Upperclassmen; the latter were slightly worrying, Amber felt.
Amber hadn't missed just how large the average girl at Buttercombe was. The frosh students were mostly normal weights with a few more overweight individuals then standard, but the bulk of the upperclassmen ran the gamut from chubby to fat to unbelievably huge. And even among that heavy weight crowd, Hunter had held her own consumption wise, limited only by her smaller gastric capacity.
Amber helped her lay down on her bed. Hunter's belly was rock hard and left her looking nine months pregnant with triplets. The zipper on her uniform's skirt had popped during the meal, and only a safety pin had kept her decent during the long walk back to their rooms.
Granted, it was actually a really short walk, but it certainly felt long with how slow they had to go.
As Hunter lay there groaning, Amber asked, "You going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I- URRRPPPP!" Hunter blushed as she let out a loud burp. "Er, excuse me. Yeah, I'll be fine. I swear I don't know what came over me. I never eat that much."
"Don't worry about it. Seriously, it's not like you stood out in that crowd. You sure you'll be fine?"
"It hurts, but I just need sleep, then I'll be good."
"Alright, sleep well, then. I'll grab you early tomorrow so we can get that skirt fixed before classes."
"Okay, sounds good. Good night," Hunter yawned as Amber turned off the light and left the room. As Miss Smythe closed the door, Hunter grabbed the last of her triple chocolate and fudge cupcakes from her night stand. Her belly hurt so much, but she couldn't just let it sit there uneaten. Hunter was many things, but she was certainly no fool, and the young woman had a fairly strong hunch what the culprit was.
"What the heck is IN those stomach pills!?"
******
Although she thought she'd waited a sufficient amount of time, Amber heard Hunter unwrapping the cupcake.
"How can she still be hungry!?" Amber thought, shaking her head incredulously. "If she keeps eating like that, she'll be the fattest hog on campus."
Amber's mind went to the 500+ pound Shannon Polluck, stuffing herself on stage until she burst the buttons on her jacket. She thought about those two blubbery land whales, slowly waddling down the path as she helped Hunter walk. Then there was that one girl on the scooter, who filled the oversized elevator by herself, forcing the two to wait for the next one.
"And in this place, that would be one HELL of an accomplishment."
Amber's blushing thoughts of Hunter's gluttony and just what she'd look like at the Headmistress' weight were interrupted by a knock at their door. She jumped a bit at the sound before wondering, "Who could that be?"
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