You head inside when he looks up and sees you staring at his massive body.
"Hey!" he calls out, "I haven't seen you here before!"
"I just started, my name's Matt!" you say.
"Yeah?" the older boy says, "How old are you?"
"Nearly thirteen".
"How fat are you?"
"About 220 pounds..."
"Cool..." the boy says. "You look cool".
"Thanks," you say, "Who are you?"
"Lard-ass," he said.
"Huh?"
"Lance," the boy says, "But I like lard-ass better. So you got a dormitory here at the school yet?"
"Not really, no," you say. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen!" the boy says. He reaches for a huge burger the size of a football and bites into it! Melted cheese and grease squishes out the other side and splatters onto his belly. He stuffs the entire burger into his mouth.
"Igg uu doonk hagg a woom, uu can sheep wigg me!" he says through the huge mouthful of bread, meat and cheese. He gulps the burger down, guzzles down a Supersized Coke and belches disgustingly loudly.
"Um...okay," you say. "My bags are in the hall..."
"Bring 'em in!" Lardass tells you. "There's a bed over there," he points to a bed in the far corner of his huge room, "You can sleep there. You can be my room-mate and helper. If you do stuff for me, I"ll look after you," he says. He rubs his huge hands over his belly, scooping up ketchup, mustard, crumbs, grease and oil that had splattered onto his belly and licked the mess greedily off his arms and hands. You can feel your dick getting hard just staring at this one-boy slobby eating-machine!
"Okay!" you say, and rush out to get your bags. As you drag them inside, another boy smiles at you.
"So," he says, "You're Lardass's new plaything, huh?" he says.
"Huh?" you ask.
"Whoever rooms it with butter-butt has to look after him. You better LOVE fat to move in with him!" the boy says. You ignore him and head inside and close the doors.
"How much do you weigh?" you ask Lance.
"I'm nearly a TON now, dude!" Lance says, "My eatin's been outta control since I was born! I fucking LOVE being fat! And you're gonna make me fatter, capiche?"
"Sure!" you say, "I'll feed you whatever you like!"
"Awesome..." the huge boy says, "But that ain't all you gotta do. You gotta wash me, you gotta suck my dick off and give me belly rubs too. I can't do that myself so that's your job".
"Wait how can you take care of me if you're an immobile fat boy slob who moves around in a mobile bed? I want to be fat too, not just a feeder, so how can I get fatter while taking care of you? & how are you still so healthy despite your super morbid obesity?
"I have robotic tentacles here to do a lot of things I can't do anymore. But as for sex, feeding, & cleaning, well I prefer a human touch to that. So you understand. As for health, I have a special monthly medicine I hav I go to the bathroom using a septic tank underneath my mattress & my nutrients & special cure gets pumped in through IV's in the back of my arms, armpits, thighs, calves, & spine. As for you getting fatter, I'll give you a feeding machine which'll feed you when you go to be or are in the room so that you can get fatter most of the time. So do you wanna be roommates, best friends, & gay FA feeder feedee lovers?"
"Okay..." you say. "Starting when?"
"Now!" Lance says. "I need you to..."
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