The spread was rather nice, if you said so yourself. Rows of buffet lines stretched from wall to wall,sparkling clean and in pristine condition. You always found it shocking how clean they kept this place despite the hounding students who filled themselves with food every day, some sloppier than others. Due to the early hour of the day, however, the area was, for the most part, deserted. After all, it was homeroom. Claire smiled at you as she handed you a plate filled with heaping, steaming food. "Here, have some of this. I prepared it for you my--"
"C'mon, Claire, let him choose what to--are those mushrooms?" Rebecca swiped the plate from Claire's chubby hands, helping herself to a quick mushroom omelet.
Kate just had bowl of oatmeal, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say she had a heaping plate of sugar served with oatmeal, cinnamon rolls, and some donuts for good measure. Alas, you were left with food as well, but Claire insisted on feeding you herself. After stuffing you with pancakes, you felt bloated, if not close to the breaking point. Claire shoved twice that amount down her own throat, but she was also just short of twice your mass.
You excused yourself to puke out your food, finding it rather difficult to hold THAT much food down. How did these insane girls do it all the time? The school system had rows of private bathrooms, which, unlike public restrooms ordinarily, were all isolated. You could do your business, and no one could do anything. All locked from the inside, perfect for privacy. This came in handy when you were one of the few boys in an all-girls academy.
You tumbled into the bathroom, ready to purge yourself, only to find....