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Chapter One: The Freshmen Thirty

"I'm gonna go get seconds," Megan said to her roommate Amy as she got up from the dining hall table they were both sitting at.

"I don't think there's been a time where you didn't get seconds since this school year started," Amy replied. "I'll be waiting." Ever since Amy and Megan had randomly been assigned to be roommates together last August, they had immediately became great friends, even after only knowing each other for just over five months now.

A few minutes later, Megan returned, carrying another full plate with even more food on it than her first. "I'm like addicted to the chicken tenders they have here," she said as she sat down, drenching her ten pieces of chicken in honey barbecue sauce. "And whenever they have waffle fries I want to die in the best way."

"Megan, you're addicted to all of the food they have here. There's a reason why you've gained the freshman fifteen for the both of us already, and we're only halfway through freshman year!"

"Jealous?" Megan smirked, a bit of sauce dripping down her lip as she stuffed a chicken tender in her mouth.

Amy sighed. "Maybe a little. I mean, me and John have been dating for over a year and you've already gained more weight than him in five months than he has with me feeding him for like eleven."

"Hey girl I mean at least you found a boy. And a boy that wants to gain weight for you too. I know it's not exactly normal for an 18 year old girl to like that she's gained thirty pounds, but like it's more common for girls to gain for guys than for guys to gain for girls. But I mean I'm not gaining for a guy so maybe I'm not a good example," Megan said chuckling.

"No you're right. I know a lot about feeders and feedees, and it's not common even in that world for a girl to fatten up a guy, at least when it's not mutual. I mean I can't lie, I put on a few pounds last semester, but that was just trying to get John to eat as much as possible. And it's not like I outgrew everything to wear but my sweatpants," Amy told Megan with a smirk on her face.

"Hey you bitch!" Megan laughed and gave Amy the middle finger. "How many times have you told me 'oh you should order a large pizza for yourself, not a medium.' You're responsible for at least ten of these pounds." Megan patted her stomach before continuing to devour her chicken and fries.

"As a feeder, I'll take that as a compliment thank you very much. I'm just used to motivating people to eat. If it's not my fault that my twin sister is fifty pounds heavier than me I don't know what is."

Megan's eyes widened. "Abby weighs fifty pounds more than you? Like I met her twice and I've seen pictures of you guys but holy shit Amy."

"Probably more now, but she's officially been a foodie for awhile now." Amy chuckled. "She definitely put on a few last semester too. But I can't see anyone taking your record away."

"Amy," Megan said with a deadpan face.

"Yes Megan?"

Megan broke a smile. "How did we end up randomly becoming roommates? Like I was convinced I was going to end up with a skinny bitch who thought I was a fat ass, calling me out whenever I wore a shirt that showed a little bit of my tummy or something."

"So basically you were convinced you were going to room with me?" They both laughed out loud.

"Okay fuck you," Megan said in between chewing and laughing. "Fine you do all of those things to me, but I love it because I know you like seeing me turn into a whale. Or a bigger whale at least."

"Hey girl, if I was into chicks I'd be all over you. If John ate as much as you do every day I'd be in fat heaven. So I guess for now I'll have to live out all of my fat fantasies with you until I convince him to eat 10 fucking chicken tenders and a pound of waffle fries for lunch."

Megan straightened up. "Wow that's mean of you to say. You completely forgot about my first plate."

"Oh I'm sorry you pig. Not only 10 chicken tenders and a pound of waffle fries, how could I forget about the two cheeseburgers and macaroni and cheese?"

"And two cups of soda," Megan said, smirking as she took a sip of her Sprite.

"Honestly how much do you weigh now?" Amy asked.

"I really don't know. My mom made me weigh myself over Winter break about a month ago, but you know how much of an Italian she is. Unless I walk in one day and I'm like 500 pounds, she's going to say I look like I could use some food. But anyway, I think I was like 230ish? I don't really remember. Like you know me, I just eat. I'm not trying to be like 300 pounds so I can celebrate it or anything. Like I'm going to be 300 pounds eventually, I can't lie. I'm probably going to be gigantic by the time college is over, but I just love being fat. Numbers don't mean that much to me."

"But numbers are just so cool to compare! Can I weigh you when we get back to our room? Please Megan, please please please?" Amy begged.

"You definitely have a thing for me."

"Don't flatter yourself girl. When is your next class?"

"Okay fine, my next class is at 3pm, so I have a little bit less than an hour. Let me finish this last piece of chicken, then we'll go see how fat I've gotten to make you happy."

"I love youuuuuu," Amy said in a sing-song voice.

The girls left the dining hall a few minutes later, and made the three minute walk to their dorm room. Their campus is essentially in the shape of an oval; the outer ring of the campus is made up of dormitories, while the center holds all of the lecture halls, the Student Union, the gym, and other public buildings. At the two tips of the ovals are the campus's two dining halls, East Dining and West Dining.

Perhaps the biggest factor adding to Megan's weight gain, other than her hunger, is her meal plan. When she was applying to school's last year, she looked at the meal plans as much as she looked at everything scholarly the school offered, and if she couldn't eat all of the time at a school, she wasn't going to even bother to apply. Luckily for her, she found NEP, Northeastern Pensylvania University.

Located about an hour from her hometown in New York state, NEP was the dream school for Megan in more ways than one. On top of the small campus of about 6,000 students that she was looking for, she is also interested in several of the major programs the school has to offer, and she has a whole year to officially declare what she wants to study. And with that relaxed safety blanket under her, she has a lot of time to enjoy what she loves to do most; hanging out and eating food, and a lot of it.

East Dining and West Dining are both open a constant fifteen hours a day, from 7am to 10pm, and there's no limit to how much any student can come and go from either dining hall, or how much food they can eat. Megan takes complete advantage of that. On top of the dining halls, each student also receives 500 of what they call 'NEP Bucks' every semester, which is essentially meal plan money that is eligible at several food stores in the Student Union, as well as cafes in the library and certain dormitories. In short, it's hard to starve at NEP University.

"Oh my god," Megan said in broken breaths, "I feel like these stairs get higher every day," as she climbed to the third floor of her and Amy's building to get to their room. "Freshman dorms need elevators just as much as upperclassman, it's unfair."

"Those last few pieces of chicken probably did that to you. Take a breather, porky," Amy joked.

"Just give me... a minute to catch my breath. Do you... know where your scale is?" Megan sat laid down on her bed and stretched, exposing her bulging stomach from under her shirt.

"Yeah I got it. I make John weigh himself every weekend he comes up here to see if he's eating as much as he says he is. It only goes up to 300 pounds, but I doubt that's going to be an issue for him any time soon. You on the other hand..." Amy smiled.

"Oh please," Megan said, taking one last deep breath, "I won't be there for a couple of years at least."

"That belly there is getting harder and harder to cover though." Amy pinched one of Megan's fat rolls as she got up on her feet."

"Bitch! My fat is still me, that hurt a little bit! Now how do I work this, just step on it then get off for a second?"

"Yeah," Amy replied. Megan put one foot on the scale until it read "STEP ON", which it did a few seconds later. "I bet 250," Amy told Megan.

"Oh no way girl. I went to the doctors a week before we came here in August. I was just over 200 pounds, I think 205. I gained the freshman thirty, not the freshman fifty."

"Oh there it is," Amy said, almost cutting Megan off. "238.8, that .8 is probably that mound of chicken you ate. But god damn girl, you're getting big!"

"Oh my god! I am a fat ass. Over thirty pounds in one semester is a shit load of fat, maybe I'm going to be a 300 pound girl sooner than I thought. I'm just... wow," Megan said, almost in awe of her body. "I actually love weighing myself."

"Well that's good because I love weighing you. We should do this more often. I'm going to keep a log for you in the book that I keep for John's... so let's see." Amy went into her desk and grabbed a blue spiral notebook that just read FAT on the front, written in black marker. "So... January 24th... 238.8 pounds."

"And many more!" Megan sang. "But shit, speaking of 238, it's actually 2:38pm, and my class is at the other side of campus, I need to run!"

"You? Run?" Amy said.

"If I had a dollar for every fat joke you've made to me tonight I could buy a pizza with it."

"You're going to buy one anyway though." Amy winked playfully at Megan.

"Okay that's true. But I really have to go, this is my first Biology lecture. Do you have anymore classes today?"

"Nope, I'm going to be a lazy ass, take a nap, and watch some Netflix. Dinner tonight?"

"Hell yeah, I'll see you at East at 5 o'clock girlie," Megan said. Once again, she faced her enemy, the stairs, this time walking down them which is significantly easier for her.

She made the eight minute walk across campus in about fifteen minutes, walking at a snail's pace. But she finally arrived at the classroom with a few minutes to spare, and sat in one of the desks in the front row, partially because it was just inconvenient for her to squeeze her way to the back of the class. She sat in the seat, just squeezing herself into place. "I'm not morbidly obese," she said to herself, "why can I barely fit in this desk." She sighed to herself, smiling a bit because she knew she had to accept having a hard time fitting places if she was going to eat as much as she has been. A fair trade off in her mind. And with those happy thoughts, the lights in the class dimmed.

"Hello class, welcome to Biology 101..."