You stuck close to Tammy as you filed into the hall, watching your window of opportunity disappearing quickly. You had never been one to make rash decisions, and this seemed like one. Even if you did get past these guards, you weren't sure if you could find your way out before they caught you. No, it was better to bide your time until you knew more about what was going on, and where you were.
You were surprised at how relaxed the other girls were as the line made its way down several halls. The guards didn't really seem that attentive. It was as if they figured nothing would happen. Honestly, it didn't seem like many of the girls were even interested in the possibility of escape. Even though the three guards were in much better shape than most of the girls here, they probably wouldn't stand a chance if all the girls attacked at once.
You found yourself taking in your plain surroundings as you walked. The air was warm enough to be comfortable, even without any clothes on. You could here a couple of groups of girls chatting and laughing as they walked, which meant it probably wasn't against the rules.
"So where are we going?" you whispered to Tammy.
She glanced over her shoulder at you, her forehead glistening with sweat, "To the cafeteria. They make sure we eat regularly, though you're always welcome to get extra food throughout the day when you have some free time."
"Free time?"
"Yeah, they have enough labor that you don't have to work all the time. Honestly, as long as you get your assigned task done, you're pretty much free to do whatever you want. Except trying to escape." Tammy said, rolling her eyes at the sudden look on your face.
"So, what kind of work do they have us do?"
"You'll probably be in the fields. They have several fruit orchards that we have to harvest, though that isn't the only manual labor. After all, it isn't like the orchards produce goods year round."
"So, what else is there?"
As far as what you'll be doing. They do have some green houses you might have to work in. They also have a production line that you can help with." She glanced at a rather chubby girl mopping the tile floor, "There's also janitorial work, or teachers."
"Teachers?"
"Yeah. If you happen to show an aptitude to working with kids, they might assign you to do that. Remember, most of the kids here are born here. They need someone to teach them the basics." Tammy replied, "Honestly, this place is like it's own little city. If you can think of it as a job, then there's a good possibility that one of us girl's will be running it."
"So you say city, does that mean there's like shops and movie theaters and stuff?" You asked jokingly.,
Tammy chuckled too, "Kind of. We do have places to get entertainment and there are places where we can get optional supplies. There isn't any money, but you'll earn credit as you work."
"What are optional supplies?"
"You know. Stuff that isn't required for survival." Tammy said, biting her lip as she thought, "Stuff like clothes, or toys. You can even earn your own personal room and decorate it with stuff. Then you can get a TV and video games, things like that."
"So why doesn't everyone buy clothes? Or their own room?"
"Honestly, most of us have gotten so used to the dorm life that it doesn't really matter to us. That, or like me they don't see much point since we wouldn't get to enjoy it for very long anyway."
You were about to ask what she meant, when you noticed the rest of the line was heading through a pair of large doors into a massive room. You could hear more chatter coming form inside, while your stomach growled at the delicious smells coming through the door. You turned the corner and almost stopped dead.
The room was huge, with several large tables running almost its full length. The line of girls was heading towards one side where you could see numerous serving stations. You found yourself growing excited as you took in the girls though. The room was almost filled with fat girls varying in size from chubby, to the super obese. You could even see some kids, though all of them were girls as well. There were a few that honestly didn't look that overweight, but those were easily offset by the ones that probably weighed more than you.
"Are all the kids girls?" you half asked to yourself as the line slowed.
"Kind of. The boys all get the same serum that you and I did, but not until they're twelve. They start working them at about 14, so that's when they really start making sure they're on the heavier side. Though, they don't push them as hard to gain weight since most of them don't have any desire to leave. After all, this has been their home their whole life, so why would they leave. That's why most of the girls who were born here never get much past chubby."
You were quiet for a while watching the girls eating as you slowly moved closer towards the serving area. Finally, you were close enough to see some girls serving the line. You watched as they loaded up some of the best looking food onto everyone's trays.
"Hmm, I don't think I've seen you before." said the first girl at the serving line.
You looked her up and down, taking in her youthful face and fat body, "Yeah, I just got here."
"My name's Stephany," said the girl, beaming at you, "So, unless we have orders to give you a certain amount of food, we have three different options. Light meal, Medium meal, and Heavy meal."
"What's the difference?"
She smiled, squeezing her large breasts between her arms, "Mostly how hungry you are. Even the light meal will probably cause you to gain weight, but you'll gain faster with a medium meal, and the fastest with a heavy meal."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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