chapter 3

I'm still puzzling this over when her harsh voice calls out to the class once more, "Ok, so now you've all met me, it's time for you to meet each other, in particular you're going to get to know each other's bellies. Yes that's right, this is a fattening school and your bellies, tummies, whatever you want to call them, are going to be very important during your time here so you may as well get to know them now."

The mood in the room lightens and a buzz picks up as the girls chatter and giggle to each other.

"I want you all to turn to the girl next to you and introduce your belly. Compare bellies with your partner, notice the difference in size and shape, the amount of fat, how soft or firm it is. Touch, feel, squeeze, but do be gentle with each other please."

I turn light heartedly to the rugby player girl next to me and smile, "Hi, I'm Helen and this is my belly."

"Oh it's teachers pet" she replies moodily, "and what a soft one you are."

"Oh, I...I'm sorry" I don't know quite what to say.

"Go on then, you'd better have your feel" she gestures towards her large rounded pot.

I place my palms on the front and run them around its curve, feeling its size. I'm surprised, she feels fatter than she looks, but it's deceiving because her flesh is firmer than mine and she doesn't have rolls, just one large bulge.

"My turn" she demands, pushing my hands aside.

She takes hold of the large roll of fat hanging over my underpants with both hands and pulls it towards her, squeezing the bountiful flesh between her fingers.

"You're flabby" she states disapprovingly, then letting go, turns her back on me to talk to the girl opposite.

The tears well up in my eyes and down my fleshy cheeks. I can't help it, what did I ever do wrong? I'm so cross at her response, I'm supposed to be flabby aren't I, aren't we all supposed to be fat? I hate fattening school already.

"Hey, it's alright" a kindly voice comes from my left, "My name's Rebecca. You can feel my belly if you like."

"Can I?" I start to perk up.

"Sure you can. Don't worry about Sarah, she's probably just like that because it's our first day. Here, go ahead."

She gently takes my hands and places them on her swollen abdomen. Rebecca's belly feels much more like my own; its rounded mass radiates a warmth and softness, and she has the same smooth milky white skin. It's funny because I get the same sensation with Rebecca as I did with Sarah; to look at she's obviously a very fat girl, a little shorter than me but probably around the same weight, but now I can feel the size of her stomach, the extent to which it curves out before her and the depth and abundance of her stomach fat, I just can't believe how overweight she is.

"Well?" she asks smiling, "Do you think I'm fat enough to be at fattening school?"

I can't help giggling, "I've never felt a girl as fat as you before...apart from myself that is."

"Well I suppose I should be pretty fat by now, my parents have been fattening me up for about 3 years. They were determined that I should come here."

"Mine too!" I reply with some enthusiasm, pleased to have found something in common, however obvious a thing it might be. "And I think mine have been fattening me up for around the same amount of time."

We both laugh and continue to chat excitedly.

"Did your parents ever make you eat pudding at breakfast time?" she giggles.

"Oh totally, all the time! And for lunch and dinner."

We almost fall about laughing, relieved to have found a friend in each other, and she places an arm on my shoulder to steady herself.

"Well your parents certainly did a good job" she smiles, running her free hand over my fat rolls, "and now school's going to fatten you up even more!"

At that moment teacher's voice calls out above the lively chatter "Err... there's some lunch on the table at the far end of the gym. Please could you all make your way over in an orderly fashion. Don't run please, there's plenty for everyone here."

"Oh yes! I'm starving!" We both look at each other and grin.

I look over to see two middle aged dinner ladies uncovering a large buffet lunch from under some white table cloths, and it amuses me to see how quickly some of the girls are making their way down towards it. Not wanting to miss out I take Rebecca by the hand and we both follow the others as quickly as we can.

"Please form an orderly queue, there's no need to rush."

Mrs. Foster's words fall on deaf ears as we all crowd around the table, marvelling and the elaborate spread and enormous variety before us. Some girls are already using their fingers, but remembering some manners I pick up a paper plate for Rebecca and myself which we then start to load up. Despite the greed of the girls here I'm reassured to see that there's more than enough for us all look forward to filling my belly and having a really good feed. I start with a large slice of quiche and a few sausage rolls before moving on to the sandwiches. A few of the girls take their plates over to the benches so that they can sit down, but the majority of us eat standing where we are, so that we can be next to the food. I move on to the fried foods, the bargees, scallops, crisps and dips, and then back for a few more rolls and a couple of chicken drumsticks.

By the time I'm on my second drumstick I can feel my stomach starting to stretch. I look at Rebecca who smiles back with hamster cheeks as she works her way through a goat's cheese tart.

"May as well start as we mean to go on" I joke, but her mouth is too full to reply.

I pick up a bowl, fill it with strawberry trifle and watch the others as I swallow it down. I can see that we're all going to put on weight very quickly; I glance round at the soft fat bottoms and hefty thighs around the table, wondering how they'll look in a few weeks time when we've all put on a good few pounds.

I can feel myself starting to slow, but force the last few mouthfuls down in a determined effort to remain one of fatter girls in the class. I don't want any of the others to catch me up. When Rebecca's done we both make our way over to the benches, this time at a much reduced pace.