I paced the room a little bit to get a feel for where everything was, and happy that I had everything where I wanted, I unpacked my suitcase. Kate had told me that the Academy provided clothes for the girls, as well as other amenities, so that I should pack light. Leggings, shorts, comfy sweatshirts, just the few bits of clothing that would make me feel at home. I put most everything away except for some fishnets and my favorite dress. I dress how I like, and I'm not ashamed if it isn't what most others would call "appropriate". Fishnets looks great, and while this dress may be low cut, I look damn amazing in it. Black on top, and decorated with flowers and skulls at the bottom, that basically sums me up. For the people I think I'm about to meet, this should leave a good first impression, I thought to myself. Kate had told me all about the Fantastic Academy, and that it was fantastic for two reasons. One, the spirit and will of the Academy was fantastic, friendly, fun, and full of wonder. Two, the Academy was where fantasies came to life. That second bit was what got me interested in the first place. I'm a rebel, but I'm shy, so most of what I like or what I would like to try stays closeted. Clothes, makeup, what I read, what I say, yeah that's no big deal to me. But what I fantasize about at night, in the darkness of my room with no one beside me? Yeah, that's stayed with me and only me. Until I met Kate online. Kate was a frequent user on a fetish site I used a lot. We would chat, talk about all of our secrets, desires, and of course, fantasies. After a while, I guess Kate kind of realized I had no real outlet for my fantasies, and offered to meet up with me and talk about me joining the Academy. Up until then, she had only really talked to me about the things she did, not necessarily how she did them. When she brought up that there was a place she managed that dealt with living out fantasies, I realized how lucky she really was. "Imagine a place, out of sight and out of reach of judgment, that offered to please and tend to your every desire, every fantasy. Imagine that place had others like you, that loved to help others fulfill their fantasies. Now imagine that the only thing you had to do to live in a place like this would be simple: succumb to your desires, live your fantasy, and let go. That's what I have. The Fantastic Academy." Kate finished her sales pitch with a hint of a smile, either knowing she had me hooked or just imagining the fantasies coming to life in her mind. "And I would love for you to join us." I sat there across from her in the coffee shop, overcome with what she had just told me. We obviously had gone into amazing details about her sex life, her fantasies and mine, and every fetish we shared in common while talking online, but to now be able to let them come to fruition was a whole other thing. As she talked about the Academy more, I felt dizzy with excitement and arousal. It was hard to focus on one thing or what she was saying. I kept glancing out the windows of the shop, then at her, watching her talk, looking her up and down. Kate was heavily pregnant, which was very obvious when anyone saw what she was wearing. She didn't dare hide the fact that she was pregnant. She was very into people watching her, showing off her enormous belly and inflated tits. The button-up shirt she wore that day strained against her stomach, leaving patches of exposed skin down her midsection. Her skirt didn't even bother trying to stay at her belly and dropped below her waist, exposing quite a bit of her belly encased in stretch marks. With pregnancy came lethargy, which led to more lazy days and fattening up around the face. She was extremely beautiful and emitted such an attractive quality about her. Her pregnant belly was firm, but she just oozed softness everywhere else. Apparently she had gained quite a lot of weight, especially in her ass, which spilled out a little bit over the seat. Every move she made would shift her fat bottom this way and that, almost hypnotizing me with its grace and bounce. Kate knew she had an effect on me. She would post pictures online all the time of her life as a pregnant beached whale. Lounging by the pool, resting on the couch, naked on her bed. Every form she took, I embraced and enjoyed to no end. She knew I was infatuated with her fantastic way of life, and we had a bit of fun with it. She was single, didn't tell me how she got pregnant but she always said a man was far beyond her needs as a woman. I was alright with that, and enjoyed her company and her prowess. Nothing ever went farther than some role play and sexting, but it was always open for discussion. "That sounds... too good to be true, Kate." I was obviously intrigued and aroused by the idea of a house full of fetishes, being able to live them day in and day out, but I was also skeptical. There was no way that any fantasy I had could come to life in an instant, and I had a lot. Rapid weight gain, expansion, vore, impregnation, they all seemed out of the realm of possibility for me. Could I have it all at the Academy? "It does, doesn't it?" A coy smile crept onto Kate's face as she giggled at my skepticism. "Well how about this Sam: come spend the weekend next week at the Academy. It'll be like a sleepover! No commitments, no pressure, just some good clean fun." She hesitated for a second. "Well... maybe not super clean, but you get the idea." We both laughed, got up from our seats, and left the coffee shop. "But really though," Kate turned to me "it'll be tons of fun, and you'll see how wonderful the Academy is. If you're not sold on it by the end, you can eat me whole!" I blushed hard at the idea. Kate knew that, and jabbed her elbow into my side with a laugh. "Or you could eat me anyway! We'll see how the weekend plays out Sammy." Now the weekend was here, and I was about to be in the thick of it. I took another moment's glance in the full length mirror on the side of my wardrobe. The dress was very flattering, smoothing over my small hips and accentuating how lean I really was. I looked good, but my hope was that whoever I was about to meet would take it as a challenge. Oh look at the poor little thin girl, we have to fatten her up! God, if only. I turned toward my door, ready to greet whatever the Fantastic Academy had to offer.