Fattened Faculty (Chapter 2)

    As they approached the school in Jordan's car, Amanda tried to talk herself out of feeling so self-conscious. The dress she'd chosen only fit her well in a few spots. Her belly and her ass were not two of those places. Jordan had complimented her appearance quite a bit already, but she still couldn't help noticing that he was staring at her belly at every red light along the way. Regardless of how many times she sucked in or readjusted, it kept spreading back out over her lap like a warm sack of pudding beneath her floral dress, swallowing up the bottom strap of her seatbelt in its ravenous path. After the embarrassment of letting him see her act like a pig in school the other day, she knew she had to show some semblance of attractiveness quickly or he would surely lose interest in starting a relationship. Sitting in her relatively thin date's car with her gut flopped out over the seatbelt was probably not the best way to do that.

    Why couldn't she just be attractive like he was? Amanda thought she'd died and gone to heaven when he'd shown up at her door on the night of the faculty party. She'd opened it to find him standing there, hair slicked back beautifully, beard trimmed to perfection, masculine body pressed tautly into the fabric of his outfit, clinging to him in areas she'd never seen exaggerated on his person before... Goddamn! Sure, he was a little chunkier than the ideal American male, but never in her life had she seen fat which was so good at pretending it was muscle. His belly was the only part of his body which lacked subtlety about its extra poundage. Either way, by Beaumont standards he was positively skinny, and it'd been a while since he'd gained anything at all. Did he really not mind showing up to the home of a girl who was more than likely at least forty or fifty pounds heavier than he was?

    "I brought you these," he'd said, holding out a box of chocolates. It was almost comically enormous; no man in his right mind would bring a box of chocolates like this to a date, as its sheer size would've surely made the gesture almost insulting to the average single woman. However, of course, Amanda was exempt from any sort of critical thinking about quantities of food, and was thus flattered to see that her date had spent so much money on feeding her. Maybe that was a good sign? After all, why would he have bought her food if he thought she needed to lose weight? For a moment, she became sidetracked, daydreaming about those chocolates she'd left back at home.

    At any rate, Jordan's conversational skills more than made up for his awkward glances at her awkward body. He was a bit of a geek and not always a smooth talker with strangers, but he sure knew how to work Amanda. He'd been her friend since he'd started working at the school, but now that he was suddenly being romantic with her, it was like she was meeting him for the first time all over again. She knew his mannerisms and was as comfortable with him as always, but his words were so much more mysterious now that Amanda knew he had some sort of attraction to herself. Never in the past year or so had she considered that her crush on him might've been requited. Now, knowing that it was mutual, she couldn't help scouring his words in search of a reason why. This wasn't the first time they'd met up outside of school—they'd been hanging out frequently for months, actually—but this time certainly felt a lot different. There was more at stake and less to know for certain.

    Beaumont looked much different in the darkness of a wintry evening sky. It was rare to see the school with its lights on at night, being that the building was typically only ever occupied during the day. Being inside was a similarly alien feeling; there were vending machines on every corner, but no fatties there to abuse them. As Amanda shuffled down the hall behind her longtime crush, she began to hear the sounds of music and chatter emanating from the cafeteria doors.

    Inside the mess hall, the party was exactly what you'd expect it to be. Fat bodies oozed out of chairs all around the cafeteria while their owners crammed food into their gullets, occasionally laughing with one another as they chatted with their mouths full. The women—who tended to be a little larger than the men at Beaumont—looked especially ridiculous with their folded, blobby bodies stuffed into criminally undersized dresses like meat into sausage casings. Evidently, no one was willing to buy new clothes just for this little event, which was a shame since there was clearly not a single person here who was still able to fit into their old semi-formalwear properly. The only immediately obvious exceptions were Jordan, one of the other male teachers and Rebecca Flint, a gym teacher who'd refused to let herself gain a single pound since she'd hit 200 the previous year. The other members of Rebecca's department, whose hulking bodies were now flocked around the kitchen doors for what looked like seconds or thirds, clearly lacked that kind of dedication.

    The decor was very subtle. One banner, reading "Beaumont High First Annual Mid-Year Faculty Appreciation Party," hung on the furthest wall. Streamers were scattered about the ceiling. There was a small area cleared out over to one side of the room, but other than that, the tables hadn't been touched. After all, if you've got a room designed to accommodate eating and these are the people attending, why bother reorganizing the room? The party was just barely starting and the staff had already split itself into two perfectly distinct groups: those eating and those getting more food.

    Now, it was Amanda's turn to lead. Without even thinking, she led Jordan into the kitchen and attacked the buffet. The school had hired professional chefs to man the kitchens and everything looked absolutely delicious.

    Jordan scooped food modestly onto his plate. Everything certainly did look and smell delicious, but he was still a little bit disappointed in the menu choices. Sure, you couldn't go wrong with lasagna and chicken parm, but... Fried chicken? Cheeseburgers? This was hardly different than what was offered in the cafeteria on a regular basis, but the bloated teachers in the buffet line around him acted like they'd never seen these foods in their lives. Why hire professional chefs for this? Isn't a gourmet corndog still just a corn dog? Knowing Amanda as long as he had, he expected she'd be unimpressed as well.

    "Oh my gosh, Jordan!" Amanda squealed and grabbed his hand. "Look! They kept the build-your-own sub station set up!"

    Damn. Really? She's this far into the Beaumont mindset already? Jordan was impressed. He looked down at the haphazard pile that was forming on her plate and had to adjust his pants a little. 

    "Where do you want to sit?" she asked him, mouth already filled with food.

    "It doesn't matter. Wanna sit with your friends?"

    She stopped chewing and smiled. "Sure!" She led him over there, allowing him to feast his eyes on her fluffy booty as it sashayed beneath the fabric of her dress. "Come on, they're over this way."

    "Amanda!" Leah cried. The lardy redhead made a movement as though she were about to put her fork down and get out of her seat, but evidently decided against it pretty quickly. Instead, she sat there and continued working on her chicken tenders while her friend and her friend's date made their own way over to the table. "Jordan! Come on over, we've got free seats!" She pulled out two of the chairs next to herself and gestured for the two of them to sit. They did.

    "Hey guys!" Amanda cheered. Everyone greeted her warmly as she sat beside her best friend. Jordan followed suit, sandwiched between his date and a very busty woman he recognized from the English/History wing. Martha was opposite him on the other side of the table, and next to her was Anna Russo from the art department, one of the only teachers in the building who was still significantly fatter than Leah.

    "Oh my gosh," Amanda said, "can you believe the menu in there? It's like they read my freaking mind and put everything I ever crave on the menu all at once."

    "I know!" Martha said. "It's amazing! I've eaten two cheeseburgers so far and I still can't stop myself from trying everything else on the goddamn buffet. Have you tried the corndogs yet?"

    Amanda ate furiously as the women talked about their favorite foods from the buffet. All intent she'd previously had to stop herself from pigging out and being gross in front of her date melted away, replaced entirely by the tastes and textures of her meal. She even burped—quite loudly, in fact—without noticing, prompting everyone to look up at Jordan in frightful anticipation of his reaction. He blushed and crossed his legs, a gesture which they were sure could mean nothing positive.'

    "Guys!"

    Everyone looked up to see Jenny Frost, the main office secretary, panting and waddling violently towards the table with two plates of food in tow. Much like Leah and Anna, Jenny was in the upper strata of obesity within the staff. What set her apart was that she was undebatably the fattest of the fat. One look at Jenny affirmed that she was the heaviest person currently on the school's payroll, which was quite an accomplishment given her ample competition. Principal Grasso had hired her right away when he'd started his work at Beaumont. Since then, she'd accumulated at least one or two hundred pounds.

    "Guys!" she wheezed again. "Is... is this seat taken?"

    Anna shook her head, then scooted over, bumping hips with Martha and causing Martha to scoot further down the table as well. Wobbling more violently than a free-standing gelatin, Jenny lowered her elephantine ass into the chair beside Anna, sinking low enough to the floor and with such a loud noise that there was no doubt in anyone's mind she'd bent the legs of that chair irreversibly. It was okay though; none of Beaumont's chairs were in very good shape anymore, and most had already been bent.

    Everyone waited eagerly to hear the end of Jenny's thought, but she took a few bites of cheeseburger before she could say anything at all. When she finally did speak, her mouth was still a little too full for it not to be gross. "Mmph... You guysh gotta try thish..."

    "Try what?" Leah begged, imploring Jenny for an answer with such a tone as though she had the cure to some irreversible disease.

    "Mmph..." Jenny swallowed, draining more empty calories into her blubbery tank. She huffed for a few moments, red face contrasting harshly with the snow-white cellulite of the rest of her body. Then, she spoke again, this time in a clear, suspenseful hush. She said:

    "If you get a burger from the buffet, they'll let you put stuff on it at the build-your-own-sub station."

    The conversation was then firmly ended as a cacophony of chair legs raked the tile floor. Leah and Anna were sprint-waddling towards the kitchen in no time, almost reaching normal human walking speed in pursuit of a fully-loaded burger. Amanda turned and looked at Jordan with desperate puppy-dog eyes. He nodded, then followed her into the kitchen. Her old plate remained on the table; she'd finish that when she got back.

    Jordan watched in awe as Amanda fixed herself what might have been the most insanely overly decorated pair of cheeseburgers he'd ever seen. At first it was normal stuff—pickles, mayo, extra cheese—but then, when she grabbed her second burger, she started loading that one with things that just totally didn't belong on a burger whatsoever. Various lunch meats and condiments were assembled into a calorie bomb that put the likes of McDonald's and In-n-Out to shame.

    When Amanda finally looked up from the sub station, she noticed Jordan had no plate. Even more weirdly, he had his hands in his pockets.

    "Aren't you gonna get anything else?" She asked?

    "I'm fine," he said. "I still have food back at the table." Amanda's face sank. Jordan's followed suit. "What? What's wrong, baby?"

    "I'm such a pig. I'm eating so much more than you." She sounded absolutely dejected.

    "What? Why would you say that about yourself?"

    "It's true!"

    "I'm going to go get more after I clear my plate, Amanda!" That was a lie. He was already almost full. He then continued lying. "Trust me, you're really not eating a lot."

    "Are you sure?" She said. When she frowned, the tiniest sliver of a second chin seemed to expose itself beneath her face. Jordan thought it was kind of cute.

    "Yes, I'm sure." He touched her cheek. "Now smile, pretty girl. We're here to have fun, aren't we?"

    She smiled. "Yes." Jordan placed an extra handful of french fries on her plate and kissed her cheek. More food? She shuddered. Butterflies in her tummy would've been an understatement. Jordan walked beside her back to the table, thinking to himself that she almost looked pregnant in this dress and jamming his hands back into his pockets.

    The other girls had beaten them to the table, each one now chowing down on a different grossly overstuffed cheeseburger. Amanda seemed reluctant to dig in with full force at first, but she eventually forgot all of her insecurities and dug in heartily.

    Several minutes of eating passed before anyone said anything. Eventually, Martha stopped eating long enough to speak about the proverbial elephant in this room full of elephants.

    "So. Amanda and Jordan."

    Amanda stopped eating, eyes darting up at Martha across the table.

    "I hear this is a date for you guys, eh?"

    Everyone froze and looked at Amanda and Jordan.

    "How's that going?" Martha pried, winking at Amanda. For the first time all night, Anna stopped eating.

    "What? Stop it! You guys are dating?"

    "It's their very first!"

    Anna squealed. "Awh! No way, that's so cute!"

    Jordan chuckled, looking over at Amanda. He could feel his cheeks going pink, but his date's were already as red as the tomato on her sandwich. "So everybody knows?"

    "Sorry," Amanda whispered.

    "No, it's fine," he insisted. "I just didn't know if it was a secret or whatever. But I, uh... I don't mind if everyone knows. That's good!"

    "You guys would be so cute together. Or, I mean, you are so cute together! I mean... Awwwwh!!" Anna was almost frighteningly excited. Her vast, meaty body shook violently with every delighted shriek and happy giggle. Across from her, Leah sat in satisfied silence. She wasn't talking, but Amanda could feel the sly grin radiating from her friend's chubby face without even looking at it. She'd been the first one to hear about it.

    "I think it's going pretty well so far," Jordan said. "How about you, hun?" As smoothly as he tried to play this conversation, he couldn't hide a touch of awkwardness when confronted by these women he hardly knew about a date with their friend. Nevertheless, Amanda thought he was cute.

    "Of course," she muttered, smiling bashfully.

    "AWWWWWHHH!!"

    A muffled vibration suddenly began sounding from somewhere around the table. Jenny's eyes widened. She pulled her phone out of a fat fold somewhere, confirming that she'd indeed been the one whose alarm was going off. "Shit. Shit! I only have like two minutes to finish." She threw her fork to the side and began eating with her fingers, shoveling food into her mouth like a crazed animal. She ate so furiously that the others didn't even resume eating, instead watching in awe as Jenny downed a plate piled with samples of every food group as though they were simply a few bites worth of candy. Even at a table of oversized eating machines, nobody could come close to the efficiency achieved by Grasso's massive, blobby right-hand girl.

    Finally, Jenny burped, wiped the food from her chubby face and stubby fingers and waddled laboriously towards the makeshift stage area that had been set up for the night. Somewhere, somebody stopped eating long enough to turn off the music. The conversation died off, but a chorus of slurps and crunches could still be heard around the room like crickets in the night.

    Standing there, Jenny looked far too fat for her own good. She'd swapped her normally businessy secretary look for something a little more formal; a dress, which clung ill-fittingly to the belly that hung down over the front of her thighs and wedged itself into every one of her generous love handles. Her arms and legs—each left exposed by her dress—were as thick as small tree trunks and as pale as the printer paper she handled every day. Each of her fluffy limbs was covered in dimples and sported at least one or two fat folds.

    "Ladies and gentlemen of the Beaumont High School faculty," Jenny projected, eliminating the breathlessness from her voice almost like magic. She bore a warm, well-rehearsed smile. "Thank you for attending the first ever mid-year staff party here at Beaumont High. It is my pleasure to welcome to the stage our Principal, Mr. Ivan Grasso, to the stage for a few words." She beamed, then stepped aside, resuming her labored hyperventilation. Principal Grasso, who'd been sitting discretely off to the side of the room this whole time, stepped up and relieved his secretary of her microphone. Everyone applauded.

    Principal Ivan Grasso looked like he was a different species than the beastly-large woman who'd just passed him the mic. He wasn't exceptionally skinny, but he was probably the only person salaried by Beaumont High School who wouldn't be medically considered overweight. The flatness of his figure, although common outside the walls of Beaumont, was almost unbelievable in this context. For someone who spent so much time in this building, he was remarkably unremarkable.

    "Thank you, thank you," he bellowed. "And thank you especially to my lovely secretary, miss Jenny Frost! Let's give her a hand, folks!"

    Jenny, who was already waddling furiously back up to the kitchen, stopped and curtsied politely for her peers. Or, at least, she would've curtsied if her dress weren't clinging to the her sweaty blubber like paper mâche. She failed to peel enough off of her fat-swathed hips to make the gesture look elegant on any sort of basic level.

    "Guys, I really mean it when I say I'm so grateful to every one of you. I really am. You all have been like a family to me over these past few years, and I consider it my personal goal to make sure you all feel that appreciation from my end as well. I know it's not much, but I put this little gathering together to make sure you all had a night to spend together like just that—a family—and I really hope that's how it feels to all of you. At the risk of being a little bit preachy, I just want to share a few thoughts with you all while we're all here. Just a few things that mean a lot to me.

    "I won't beat around the bush. Ever since I started working here at Beaumont, I've noticed the new administration getting all sorts of criticism. I'm sure you've all noticed it too." Some murmurs of acknowledgment could be heard amongst the chewing and gulping of the crowd. "People were upset when we cut sports programs in favor of funding better education materials. They thought it was a waste to invest in vending machines and increased school lunch quality to make up for budget expenses. They doubted us every step of the way. Over all of that time, we've had staff leave out of protest against the new ways of thinking with which we provide our students. We've had nasty articles written about us. We've been attacked from all sides, really. But now it seems like the tides are finally turning.

    "The numbers don't lie. Grades are up and everything else is down. Dropouts are down. Bullying, depression, drug abuse; it's all down. Nobody can refute that. And now that we've proven ourselves, people are accepting our new policies, and some local schools are even copying them. And the only people I have to thank for it are you; all of you. You, my Beaumont friends and family, here are the future of adolescent education." He gestured out into the crowd of pillowy educators, none of whom had stopped eating for the speech. "You're the scholars and forward thinkers that will start this new wave of thought throughout the American education system. And for that, I thank you so much."

    Somebody burped off in the distance. Then, a roar of applause filled the entire room.

    "As you all know, a new batch of student teachers will be coming in to work with many of you after this upcoming Winter break. It is my great hope that we can help to show them the Beaumont way, and that they will be eager to join us as fellow faces of the new educational frontier. Now, without any further holdup, let's all return to the festivities. The cafeteria will be serving dessert for the rest of the night!"

    More applause. Amanda, who had finally just started to feel full, perked up again. She examined her belly; it was soft, but she could feel the hardness of her actual stomach beneath the layer of adipose that separated it from her dress. She was full, sure... but surely she had room for dessert. Right?





    The ride home was agony. Amanda cradled her belly delicately in her hands, rubbing it as gently as humanly possible in a last-ditch effort to speed up her digestion somehow. She'd eaten nearly as much dessert as she had dinner, and she was quickly starting to regret it.

    "Ohhhh no. I really did it this time," the porky professor moaned. She'd unbuckled her seatbelt a mile ago, unable to accept how painfully it dug into her distended tummy despite the obvious safety hazard.

    "You'll be okay, baby." Jordan said. He glanced ever-so-quickly over at her, soaking in the sheer bloatedness of his date's womanly form. Her fullness forced her to spread her whole body out for comfort, causing her to look even fatter than she already was. Her constant moaning had him wishing he could cross his legs again, but doing that while driving was a relative impossibility. Luckily, she was too distracted to look.

    "Ugh. I'm so sorry," she said.

    "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

    "For making such a pig of myself!" she groaned. "I'm disgusting."

    "Stop saying things like that," he said. "You're not disgusting."

    She shuffled in her seat, the relocation of her taut belly causing her to let out a quick, sharp yelp. The hairs on the back of Jordan's neck stood up.

    "Yes I am," she said. "God... Look at me. I look pregnant. And I eat like I'm pregnant too." Something about being on a date was bringing out the major insecurity in Amanda for the first time in recent memory. For a year or so now, she'd been so confident; her size hadn't even been something she thought about often. Now that she was on a date, though, it was all coming back to her. "I'm totally disgusting."

    At that exact moment, they pulled into Amanda's driveway, and as soon as the car stopped, Jordan unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned across the car, placed his hand on Amanda's cheek and kissed her firmly and passionately on the lips. When he pulled away, she looked up at him with wide eyes, equal parts happy and surprised by his advance.

    "Let me walk you in."

    He put his hand on her back the whole way, walking her fat ass up to the door like she really was a pregnant woman. She gave him the house key so that he could unlock the door, lead her inside and help lay her down on her bed. Then he sat on the comforter beside her. A firm hand found its way to the dome of her belly, rubbing with equal parts care and sensuality.

    "Ooof... Baby," she purred. She'd never had her belly rubbed by another person. At least, not since she'd gotten fat. Now there was so much to rub. "That feels better already."

    His hand slid down the dome a little further, down to the tender underside of her gut. With her body sprawled out on the bed like this, she looked fatter than he'd ever seen her before, like she'd somehow gained more weight in that one single night. Of course, that was impossible, but the idea still turned him on immensely.

    Amanda opened her eyes. She smiled up at him. Then, her gaze ran down the contour of his body, down his neck, chest, tummy and all the way down to his pants. Finally, he didn't mind her noticing the effect she was having down there.

    "Whoa," she said. He was hard, even touching her belly like this? Even after watching her binge eat for two or three hours, then taking her home groaning like she was about to give birth and now rubbing her undeniable fatness to ease the pain of her fullness? All that and he was still getting it up?

    Suddenly, it clicked. She felt herself get wet, suddenly almost proud of the fatness of her form. The self-consciousness disappeared back into the aether.

    "Lower," she moaned. He slid his hand even further down her belly. She gripped his other hand tighter. "Lower."