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Marilyn Monroe’s Elite Academy for Corpulent Ladies
By FC Punk

Chapter One: Getting Ready

Oh my what a happy fatty you are. 700+ pounds and not even ready to start school yet.

Not that any public school would ever be for you, Miss Samantha Lang. You’re the only daughter of the good Senator from Georgia.

You read about that cheerleader from California that had a heart attack during a pep rally. What a basic bitch, you scoff. The report said she was in the 500s. Please. You shot past 500 when you turned 12 and now at 18 you were old enough to attend the Monroe Academy.

The Marilyn Monroe Elite Academy for Corpulent Ladies was an all girls school whose student body was comprised of the daughters of politicians, business executives, and celebrities as well.

The purpose was to fatten the students up into huge blobs and spoil them rotten with comfort. The school was able to do this via the massive donations of the wealthy fathers who wanted the very best for their daughters.

You watched from your luxurious mobility scooter that was gold plated and was large enough to constitute as street legal. It had plush purple leather seating. You watched  moving men carry your desk, your deluxe luxury refrigerator, your entire wardrobe of cute clothes that were the size of tents.

Right now you were wearing black thigh high stockings that were filled with useless lard laden legs. They were such bloated pillars of adipose mass it was a rarity to see you on them. Covering your dimply wide ass was a preppy short pink skirt and a white tank showed your enormous arms and covered an enormous slab of flesh, the grotesque blubber pile that was your tummy. Tucked in your cleavage was a milkshake container that you were drinking from a straw.

“Here Miss Lang, you’re getting a little sweaty,” Emily Anderson, your personal assistant took out a handkerchief and started to gently pat your forehead along your blonde hairline. At only  “When you’re finished with this milkshake I’ll go make another one. It’s a real scorcher today!”

“Oh thank you Miss Emily, you’re so good to me!”

Emily became your assistant when you became immobile at five, she’s watched you grow up and grow rounder and rounder. Much like the average woman she was fat as well if a little undersized at a mere 300 pounds. To you the near 40 year old woman was like a second mother with how she saw to your every need, in fact she was going to go with you to the academy and continue her duties there.

At that point a man in his late 30s carrying a tablet came out the door of the house, joining you two. He wore black slacks, a silver turtleneck, and a black blazer, with a pair of glasses on his face. This was your other assistant Lance Sullivan, hired when you first exceeded five hundred. He tapped at the tablet, and spoke in “As of now everything is packed and ready to go, Emily and myself included. The shuttle van is on it’s way.”

You grin, your fleshy face lifting up makes your chins wobble, you gained five new chins this summer. “Oh Lance, I can’t wait. I’m going to get sooo fat these next four years.”

Lance smirked as well, he bent over and whispered in your ear, “You’re no doubt thinking about the endless buffet aren’t you? You’re 721 pounds, you’re going to start your freshman year already in the top tier of the student body.”

You feel a shiver of excitement pulse through you and you let out a lewd moan.

“MMMmmm! Already so big! I’m such a hog aren’t I Lance?”

Lance nodded, “That’s right Miss Lang. The average girl your age weighs two to three hundred pounds, you are many times bigger than that. You’re the fattest pig in your age group.”

You beamed with pride and smug satisfaction, you enjoyed having your girth praised. Lance placed his hand on your heavy stomach and stroked it, he rubbed your vast expanse like it was an ocean of fat, “I hope we can fit you through the front gate.”

You start panting, Lance was pushing your buttons and making you excited.

“Lance, don’t get her excited! We have a long way to go.”

Lance smiled at Emily’s chiding and said, “Yeah, you’re right. The last thing we need is for Miss Lang to overheat. Ah, here comes the van.”

The van pulled up and Lance and Emily started the operation of helping you into the back of the van. It took both of them to move you and you gave the barest of bare minimum to help. Your fat wobbled like shapeless jelly as you moved off the scooter and your butter tummy briefly smacked the ground when you stood on your feet, it was a common occurrence whenever you stood up, gravity pulled you down and forced you to bend over.

Lance and Emily’s hands squeezed into your soft body, making sure the number one priority was kept: That you did not fall.

If you fall it would take more than just Lance and Emily to get you back up again. While they were the top two, your father had multiple aids to help you in extreme circumstances like a fall. It was why when you moved without your chair you had a bariatric cane in hand to support your uneasy balance.

But luckily you managed to shuffle from your chair into the van, you looked very porcine sitting in your wide seat while resting your fat little hands on your big fat belly. After they put your chair in the back it was time to take off.

The drive wasn’t uncomfortable with the AC blasting and keeping you cool. With all your blubber you would become overheated easily and turn into a sweaty mess. It was an aspect that left you horny and breathless, it drove home just what a whale you were.

Emily and Lance had packed enough snacks for the trip, but they made sure to pull into the many drive thrus and you were kept entertained by your top of the line smartphone.

The trip was about three hours but soon you saw the gates of the academy and your belly immediately roared with hunger. You slipped your hand under your tight skirt and rubbed your stomach. You couldn’t wait for the feast to come.