This choice: Of course not! No SSS means no perks! Get to the Infirmary! • Go Back... Cerys looked down at herself, and for a moment a flicker of sense pushed its way through her calorie-clogged brain. “Ris…we are sweating like *rnnk* pigs…just from walking from your mom’s car…we need our perks.”
As hungry as she was, Arisa had to agree. Each step she took was not even a waddle anymore, more of a swing of each rounded lard-covered leg around the other. Hell, now that she thought about it Arisa wasn’t even sure if she could make it to the cafeteria without collapsing with exhaustion.
The walk to the nurse’s office was not exactly short either though, as the obese pair soon remembered as they began their lumbering journey to get their perks back.
“Gawd! I am so sick of this place! *rnnk*” Cerys grunted as she pumped her legs back and forth, meeting the resistance of her drooping belly. “Walk here walk there! How is anyone supposed to survive this place?!” As the goth girl moaned there was no reply, not even Arisa’s wheezing breath.
“Ris ris? You listening?” Cerys asked, stopping in her tracks and turning to face Arisa who seemed to have come to a complete stop several paces back.
“Waaaaah! I’m so hungry!” Arisa cried out, tears rolling down her orange-sized cheeks. “I wish we had gone to the hall! Why can’t *sniff* the nurse come to us?”
“Because *snort* she’s a lazy fat-ass that’s why!” Cerys replied without a hint of irony. “Now come on, we must be nearly there…”
Unfortunately “nearly there” was not near enough for the titanic tubbos; even a scant few feet felt like a mile to their rotund forms. Their bodies were so round and thick; they were just not built for walking mild distances anymore.
As for Nurse Spades herself, she was nursing a pretty powerful holiday hangover; the fat red-head had drunk herself senseless last night to try and forget she would be working again the next morning after having most of the Christmas Break off, and now she was paying the price.
*BANG BANG BANG*
“Ugh…fug off…” Alison Spades grumbled as the relatively quiet sound of knocking echoed through her head like drum being beaten right against her ear as she tried to doze off in her chair.
Suddenly the hefty nurse remembered where she was and just where the noise actually came from. With a short grunt nurse Spades rose to her feet and waddled over to her office door, opening it to reveal…the fattest students she had ever seen! Standing in (and obscuring) her doorway was a pig-proportioned goth-girl and a really short and extremely round Asian girl. The girls were both sweating like they had run a marathon; their hair stuck to their faces and their tongues were lolling out of their mouths as they tried to catch their breathes.
Seriously, the nurse was taken aback; these girls were immense! It took a moment for Alison to recall having to deal with anyone this obese.
“We…need…assessments…” Cerys managed to wheeze out, her hands sinking into her knees as she gasped for air. Opening the door to its maximum allowance, Alison let them in.
As each girl entered though, they found themselves sticking in the doorframe! The goth one thankfully got a shove from her friend and she plopped through, but the darker skinned one had to be pulled through by her arms!
“You need what assessments?” Alison asked, not fully sure what the girl had meant.
“Special…services…” Cerys gasped. That triggered Alison’s memory; it was Mia’s little pet project of helping every one of her “sisters” that she could. Nurse Spades was not a fan of being constantly sent girls who needed to be evaluated on if they deserved the SSS perks. While some before had been dubious, there was no doubt in Alison’s mind that these two were way over-qualified…but rules were rules.
“Right, I am going to need to take your blood pressure first.” Alison announced, pulling out the black material that wrapped around a persons’ arm. Unfortunately there was a slight snag with this, as both Arisa and Cerys’ arms were far too big for the Velcro to connect! Huffing to herself, Alison wrote down the blood pressure as n/a and continued with the next part of the assessment.
“Ok can you step on and off this stool until you are exhausted?” Alison asked, pointing her pen at a simple wooden footstool on the ground.
Cerys went first; she managed one with each foot before stopping. Shaking her head, the nurse turned to Arisa…who was even more disappointing. The titanic That teen lifted her right leg, it quivered in the air for a moment before she dropped it back down.
“Sorry…I tried my best…” Arisa squeaked meekly as Alison scrawled down a big round zero on Arisa’s sheet. Next was the girl’s weights; and Alison knew she was not going to be writing low numbers here.
“Ok, ocan one of you step onto the scales please…” Alison droned, once again pointing with her pen rather than her chubby finger.
This time Arisa was first; either she felt guilty about not being able to lift her leg half a foot in the air or Cerys was just feeling extra lazy right then.
Arisa kicked off her flats and placed her fat feet daintily upon the scale. It groaned and wheezed in agony, bending in the middle as it tried to calculate just what species of elephant it was that was treading on it. After several seconds of whirring the dial stopped.
Alison gave an exasperated huff and reluctantly rose from her chair to look at the result. She had been asking Headmistress Polluck for one of those fancy new automated ones that spoke the weight.
“Ok…you’re weight is five hundred and seven pounds…holy fuck.” Alison couldn’t help but curse under her breath, five hundred plus pounds!? Sure this girl was big but woah! Gulping as she scribbled the number down she beckoned Cerys forwards, hopefully this one wouldn’t be so bad…
Cerys almost forget to slip off her shoes, but when she did it revealed feet that were actually starting to disappear. Cerys’ calve fat was slowly but surely enveloping her poor feet; sure it was just a roll now…but if she kept up the way she was eating those feet would be buried alive.
The scale groaned again, the metal buckling with the sheer weight of the fat goth girl.
There was a sharp intake of breath as Alison read of the latest numbers. “Five hundred and twenty three pounds…” She had to stop herself cursing this time, god how did not one but two teenage girls eat themselves this big!?
Just as the chunky nurse was about to ask Cerys to step off the scale there was an unearthly noise that came from the metal under Cerys’ foot. The scale creaked and cracked splitting down the center! The gigantic girl wobbled generously for almost a whole minute as her fat body simply dropped barely an inch lower.
“Uh…oops?” Cerys stated, trying to break the silence. Nurse Spades was however not angry.
“It’s ok…I wanted a new one anyway…” The nurse muttered as she scribbled down the last set of numbers.
Arisa then piped up, the tubby teen already growing weary from standing for so long…plus her belly felt like it was in agony she was so hungry! Hell, Arisa could actually feel her belly wobble and shake as it grumbled and complained about not being fed. “Umm so…do we get our perks?” | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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