chapter 5

"Oh why's that?"

"Because is so many very large ladies, is very beautiful" he grins and pushes another heaped forkful of food into my mouth.

For some reason that wasn't expecting to hear that and I feel myself starting to blush.

"You like fat girls?" I think I already know his answer but I want to hear him say it.

His eyes betray his thoughts as they glance down to my hefty belly in a moment's involuntary action. He lowers his voice as if confiding in me "I like very fat. Very large plump."

I feel a tinge of excitement, and my nightdress which was fine just a few moments ago suddenly feels very thin and revealing. He must be as new to the school as we are and has probably never seen so many heavily overweight girls all in one place. It may even be his first time serving breakfast. Feeling more confident I allow myself to completely relax back into the pillows, letting my heavy arms rest by my side while he continues to push food into my mouth. I don't lift a finger to help, deliberately indulging in the laziness of the situation, swallowing down to a soft fat stomach that becomes increasingly full and tight as the meal progresses. By the time I've finished eating I feel overcome with tiredness, and leaving much more quietly than they entered, the young men push their trolleys back out of the door and disappear. None of us girls talk or even move, each so utterly stuffed that we can do little but sink back into our pillows, our heads resting against the padded headboards. I look over to Rebecca but she's closed her eyes, day dreaming with a smile of complete contentment across her young fleshy face.

It's half an hour before I'm approached again, this time by a different young man, but still wearing the same type of light blue overall.

"Excuse me madam, I have your school uniform."

He's just as soft spoken and polite as the first and I wonder if it's something to do with the way their being trained.

"Hmm?" I'm still coming round from a light snooze.

Taking hold of my soft plump hand he raises it up and gently pulls it towards the side of the bed. I follow his lead, lifting my back up off the pillows and shifting my heavy body around until I'm sitting on the side of the bed with my feet just touching the floor. My large fleshy thighs are spread out against the mattress with my belly resting between them in a big mound before me. I look up at him and wait, wondering what he's going to want me to do next.

He seems slightly nervous, "Err madam, I need you to stand if you will please."

Taking both my hands in his, he gestures me up. I half expect him to try and lift me but then realise of course I'm much too heavy for him. I slowly raise myself, feeling the weight of my belly pull forwards and hang out as I reach a standing position.

"So err madam?" he gestures towards my nightdress, "Is this ok?"

Suddenly it starts to dawn on me what exactly is about to happen here. Surely he's not about to help me get dressed? Is this even allowed? I quickly glance around at the other girls, but my anxiety immediately dissipates when I see Rebecca standing there in an enormous pair of frilly white underpants. I can't help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

"Surely you don't expect us to wear those!"

My young man looks somewhat flustered and answers with a panic in his voice, "It's the uniform madam! It's just what they give us. It's just the uniform!"

This sets Rebecca off, suddenly seeing the funny side she screams with laughter and we both feed off each other, laughing and giggling until we can hardly stand. It's my compassion for the poor young man standing in front of me that sobers me up in the end and I deliberately avoid catching Rebecca's eye in case she sets me off again.

I straighten myself up and turn to Gurdeep, trying my hardest to keep a straight face "Right then, I'm ready."

As Gurdeep removes my nightdress and then proceeds to don me in my uniform, I'm amazed by his self control and professionalism. Despite his admission to loving fat girls, and having a big girl standing naked right there before him, not once does he try to stroke or grope me in any way, nor touch me any more than is absolutely necessary for him to carry out the task. He starts with my underpants, slipping them up my hefty thighs, then easing them over my large buttocks and belly until they're pulled up high around my middle. I can feel they're a little on the tight side, my fat hanging over the waistband in a large roll where the elastic cuts into my flesh. I guess they ordered the uniforms according to the measurements we gave on our application forms, which seems a bit silly since it was a good few weeks ago now. Surely they must have known that we'd all try and plump up a bit before the beginning of term, certainly my own family were all very keen that I get off to a good start, giving me second and third helpings of main course and pudding in the run up to the school year. I'm annoyed now that I'm going to have to wear a tight and uncomfortable uniform, and sure enough as he pulls up my skirt and eases the zipper from behind I can feel the material stretching tightly around the curve of my belly. He finishes with my bra and top which at least don't feel too bad, and finally helps me slip on a pair of stout black low healed shoes.