Fat Perks

Later that same night, Megan and Amy were both in their room, laying on their beds, listening to music, and doing homework. It was a Friday, and while some people on their floor went out to various parties around campus, Megan and Amy enjoyed laying low, hold for the occasional party with their extended friend group.

Megan was a shorter girl, 5'4", with long, dirty blonde hair and a fair complexion. She had a huge butt and an even bigger stomach, which both jiggled when she walked. She grew up in a small Connecticut town with her parents and her younger brother, Richard. And while Richard is one of the tiniest 14 year old boys in his high school, Megan had always been one of the largest kids around. In fact, she weighed as much as her younger brother does now when she was only nine years old.

As soon as Megan was born she was spoiled; spoiled with attention, spoiled with toys, and spoiled with food. Her mom was and still is to this day proud to see her have a clean plate, and is more than happy to feed her all she wishes to eat, whenever she wants. From when Megan weighed fifty pounds on her second birthday to when she graduated high school at 200, her mom was proud to say she had a beautiful, thick, curvy girl, and would never think to put her on a diet or have her any other way.

Amy, on the other hand, had a very different upbringing. Growing up in Pennsylvania, she lived with her parents, her older brother Mike, and her twin sister Abby. Her dad especially was very conscious about health and eating right, and made sure the entire family followed strict dietary guidelines to live a healthy life. But this didn't stop Amy from getting her feeder tendencies. Her first experience with her feeder ways was giving her twin sister her own snacks and other food at a very young age so she could eat more, and it was a surprise to her parents when at eight years old, Amy was 10 pounds underweight while Abby was 20 pounds over.

Now at 5'8" tall, Amy has dyed her hair from a brownish red to a jet black, which matches nicely with her dark brown eyes. And while she is no longer underweight, now with more of an athletic build, she still feels it because the closest people in her life, Megan, her sister Abby, and her boyfriend John whom she started dating her senior year of high school, all weigh no less than fifty pounds more than she.

"Delivery please," Megan said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Yes, to 312 Topuz Hall." Amy chuckled at the thought of Megan getting even more food, even after having a three course dinner with her just over an hour ago. "I'll have one large pizza with bacon and meatballs, and one order of cheesy breadsticks. And... hold on, Amy do you want any food?" Megan asked.

"No thanks girl, I'm still full from when we ate an hour ago," Amy said rolling her eyes and smiling.

"Okay, that'll be it then," Megan said on the phone. "I'll pay in cash please. Thank you!" Megan hung up the phone.

"More food?" Amy asked.

"I'm hungryyyyyy," Megan moaned.

"I don't think you know what being full feels like."

"Is that the feeling when you don't want to eat anymore? I don't know what that is," Megan said jokingly.

"I honestly believe you. Oh, by the way while you were ordering more grease we got an email for housing next year. Make sure you sign up and request me as a roommate."

"Oh shit, yeah I'll do that right now. We're bitches to each other out of love a lot of the time, but really I don't know what I'd do if I had any other roommate, Amy."

"Okay okay Megan, let's not get too sentimental here, I heard this earlier today already. You're the bestest and fattest roommate I could ever ask for, is that good?"

"Love youuuuuu," said Megan with a cheesy smile on her face. "Now where are we allowed to live next year?" Megan asked seriously.

"Um, I'm not sure. As sophomores? Probably still pretty crappy dorms but slightly less crappy than Topuz?"

"Literally. There's barely enough room for the two of us in here. And if you were my size? Forget about it." At best, the dorm the two were living in was just barely big enough to fit both of the girls' things, and that's with a lot of stacking and squeezing.

"I wish we could just live somewhere bigger," Amy whined. "Imagine living in the Thill Suites?" The Thill Suites were the top of the line housing at NEP University. Attached to the side of West Dining, suites for either two or three people depending on which room, each having a shared bathroom between the two or three suitemates, a common area, and individual bedrooms with full sized beds.

"I want to be a senior now just to live there," Megan complained. "Are we sure you're only allowed to live in Thill if you're a senior?"

"I'll check the website now, but I think so. Which really sucks, I'd even pay extra money to get my own room. Nothing against you girl, I'd still love sharing a suite with you, but having a full sized bed and my own room would be the best thing in the world, especially when John is over."

"Oh no offense taken, I know all of the sex I'm keeping you from with me in this room." They both laughed.

"Found it. And shit, we're out of luck. Straight from the website, 'Thill Suites are open exclusively to seniors and students with select disabilities. Click here for a full list', blah blah blah. 'Students with disabilities may pull in their current roommate only to live with them in Thill Suites,' yadda yadda yadda," Amy read, trailing off.

"Amy can't you just get some slight brain damage or something? Take one for the team?" Megan said.

"Oh please, why do I have to take one for the team? You're going to be too fat to walk up stair in a couple of years any... hold on." Amy's eyes lit up.

"What's up girl?"

"Give me one second..." Amy suddenly began clicking and scrolling furiously. "Oh. My. God. Megan?"

"What, what is it?!" Megan, jumped up out of her bed to walk over to Amy's.

"'A list of applicable disabilities that grant priority housing is listed below.' And then it lists a bunch of diseases, some mental disabilities, but then read this. 'A BMI', or Body Mass Index, 'of 60 or over.' Do you know what that means?!" Amy jumped up and hugged Megan out of excitement before she could respond.

"Wait, do you think... BMI is basically how fat you are right?!" Megan said hugging Amy.

"Yes! Which means this fat fucking belly might be our key to getting a kick ass room next semester!" Amy said as she grabbed Megan's stomach that was still slightly hanging out of her shirt.

"Okay wait, we need to actually figure out if my BMI is anywhere close to 60. There's like a website or something, just Google it."

Amy simply searched 'bmi calculator' on Google and pulled up the first thing she saw. "So okay... you're five foot, four inches tall right?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And let's say 238 pounds to round it down a bit. So your BMI would be... 40.8." Both Megan and Amy's faces dropped a bit.

"Oh... well there goes that," Megan said sadly. "Sorry I'm not fat enough." They both chuckled.

"Now hold on a second girl. Let me erase the weight and change something... what would a five foot, four inch person with a BMI of 60 weigh?" Amy typed in the numbers.

"I'm getting nervous," Megan said seriously.

"350 pounds. Exactly 350 pounds," Amy said in a monotone voice.

"Oh..." Megan said.

"Yeah."

"That'd be... 112 pounds by when?"

"We... well you need to submit the Disability Room Request by, let's see... April 30th. So in three months from next week."

"Let's do it."

"What?" Amy suddenly looked as shocked as she was when Megan first admitted to her that she wanted to be fat, back in September.

"Okay think about it. Hold on, let me get my calculator." Megan was doing Statistics homework before and grabbed her calculator from on her bed. "So I need to gain 112 pounds in three months. That's... about 37 pounds a month give or take a couple. Which equals about a pound and a little tiny bit a day. And that' s not even including this first week."

"But Megan, that's a lot of weight. And that's a lot of food."

"Amy, are you listening to yourself. You call yourself a feeder? Don't you want to live in Thill?" Megan knew exactly how to rile her roommate up. "If there's one person that can make me this fat this quickly, it'd be you. You know what the fattiest foods are, you know how to make somebody huge. And you've always said you wanted to really fatten someone up. Not just like a few pounds on John, I'm talking make someone huge. Make me huge, Amy."

"Oh my god, so much is happening." Amy took a deep breath. "Okay... so you're serious?"

"Yes. 100 percent serious."

"So basically you want me to be your feeder?"

"Completely platonic girl. Just make me fat. We can split the cost of any food we order for me 50/50. Just think about how much you want that nice suite next semester."

"It would be... pretty Suite," Amy said. Megan just shook her head.

"So what do you say?" Megan asked. "I know you can do this, and deep down I know you want to. Make. Me. Fat."

"Okay... you're okay with weighing that much too?"

"Well I always said I never set weight goals for myself, but I literally just said a few hours ago that I know I'm going to be over 300 pounds eventually. Why not make it sooner than later? It's for a good cause." Megan smiled at Amy.

"Okay you know what?" Amy asked.

"...what?" Megan asked nervously, praying for a yes from her roommate.

"That one large pizza you ordered isn't going to be enough if you really want to gain over a hundred pounds."