I'm definitely getting fatter. After Kate had me take my "oath" in her room, we relaxed a bit before she escorted me to dinner. Shockingly, it was an even bigger feast than lunch had been, with delicious cuts of meats laid out in the middle of the kitchen table, surrounded by tons and tons of side dishes. Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, candied yams, green bean casserole, I could go on for a while. Everything was made with rich butter and cream, melting in my mouth as I ate spoonful by spoonful. I had resorted to wearing one of Kate's maternity sweaters, since my dress still didn't want to fit me after lunch. It stretched in the midsection to accommodate a very large pregnant belly, of which I did not have, so the fabric made its way down to my knees. Even as I stuffed my face with anything I could reach on the table, my belly could barely be seen through the baggy sweater. After we all finished the main course, I felt so huge, but looking in a mirror I still saw a skinny girl in an oversized gown. Well if I'm still so skinny, it couldn't hurt to load up on desserts, I thought to myself as I plated myself a few slices of apple pie. Now, five days and numerous fantastic meals later, my clothes didn't fit the same. I had only come to the Academy with a few clothes, so the girls lent me some of theirs. They were all bigger than me in some way, so obviously the clothes were loose and baggy. For lounging around all day, eating and fucking Kate every so often, I didn't mind the ill-fitted clothing. But now, we were all going out to eat for brunch, and I decided I wanted to wear my own outfit. This was... easier said than done. Three things: red cardigan that I've had since high school, a new red-white striped cami I bought last month, and a pair of high-rise skinny jeans that did fit just right. Now, I could barely button them without my belly bursting out into a muffin top. The cami did nothing to hide this. It rode up my stomach, exposing my flab and most of my belly button. I could have hid everything with my cardigan, but it too seemed too small on me. The arms felt snug and it didn't stretch enough at my waist to accommodate how bloated my belly was. Buttoned up, the button holes stretched and exposed me even more. Looking in my room's mirror, I thought I was smuggling a small roast chicken. One of those plump little chickens, drenched in butter sauce, stuffed with dressing and... My thoughts escaped me, my mouth instantly salivated. Fuck, I thought, this food is really getting to me. Even just thinking about eating made my stomach expand a little, maybe in preparation for what it thought I was about to eat. Sadly, no stuffed chickens were on the course for today. Actually, where are we even going today? I didn't mind showcasing how fat I was around the girls, but in public was a different thing entirely. On the surface, I was what people would call "unmistakeably uninteresting". Nothing about me previously had stuck out to the casual passer-by. Now, I looked like I could blow up at any second, only my clothes holding me back from total fat annihilation. Maybe this was why we were going out to brunch today instead of staying in. They're testing me again. Living here was always a test, and I always passed. But this was beyond my comfort zone. There was a thick lace ribbon tucked into one of the wardrobe's drawers. Wrapped around me, it covered most of my midsection. I decided to wrap it tight like a girdle to slim down my figure a bit. It worked, allowing me to slip into my jeans without much give and pull down my cami to cover it. It felt a bit awkward, and I felt like I was deceiving everyone, but it would have to do. Brunch shouldn't be too bad; it isn't like there's a place outside of the Academy that we can stuff our faces to such a high capacity anyway. We go out, we come back, no harm seen or done. I checked the mirror one last time, nodded in approval, and headed to the living room to meet everyone. ------- Walking into this little brunch cafe, we must have looked like quite the group. Two by two we filed in. Kate was in front, with me locked in her arm. Casey and Rhonda followed behind us, holding hands. Casey was decked out in skin-tight leather, metal chains hanging from her jacket and spikes coming off of her boots. Rhonda was the exact opposite, wearing a bright blue track suit covered in fuzzy pom-poms and lace. Her rotundness was only enhanced by how fluffy she looked. On close inspection, you could see that Rhonda was handcuffed to Casey. Subtle, but submissive. Jess and Misty rounded out the back. To lessen the amount of attention we drew to ourselves, Misty had downgraded her tits from triple-Z to a modest K size. They still yo-yo'd to and fro like a set of soccer balls in a net, but at least they matched Jess' bust. Jess was probably the most inconspicuous of us all, wearing her plus-plus-plus size gray sweater and black sweatpants. Amara wasn't feeling well, so Jasmine stayed back at the Academy with her to keep her company.