The last class is all about masturbating, and getting ready for dinner

You and your friends stomped into the lecture hall and were excited to find that the benches you usually sat in were now oversized movie theater seats. You all took your seats and let out sighs of satisfaction at how comfortable they were. You all leaned back slightly letting your undercarriages air out as you spread your legs. Each of you attracted a suitor who started sucking off and riding your cocks. A massive pear-bottomed man was giving you some of the best sex you've ever had as his ass kept smacking against your hips and you both moaned in orgasm over and over again.

The stomps that shook the building made you cum with every quake. The man got off of your cock and returned to his seat as everyone shook and jiggled with every monstrous stomp. Your cock was on fire as the excitement of meeting this goliath came ever closer. Every stomp caused men to orgasm and the smell that was invading your nostrils was the strongest musk you had huffed yet.

Finally, a monumental gut stomped into the room and slowly waddled past you toward the front. The man was a monster. His belly was easily over 30 feet long and just as wide. His ass towered above his head and the valley between his asscheeks behind him caused everyone to orgasm at just the thought of fucking him in the ass. His ass was even wider than his gut and yet for such a bottom-heavy man, everything was massive. The professor was an old man, easily in his 70's and possibly even hitting 80. His hairy gut and ass were nothing but gray hairs that were slick with the tsunami of sweat pouring down him.

"Good afternoon class," he huffed as a hose began coming down from the ceiling above all of you. "I am Professor Warren. As of this morning, I am 34,752 pounds. For this course, I will show you the importance of emptying your balls before dinner as we chug ice cream and cum in preparation for your dinner every day."

Everyone grabbed the hoses and began to put them on. But then another hose came from the ceiling, a pump.

"Please put your pumps on, if you need help please ask your classmates," The professor huffed. "I will need two volunteers to help me put my pump on." Every hand shot up in an instant. The professor called on a hefty man from the front, he looked to be one of the biggest guys in your grade by a couple hundred pounds. The professor then called you. You quickly removed the hose from your mouth and stomped up to the stage. The sweating mass of fat was so enormous. The belly alone was at least 6 feet taller than you. Just breathing the man was wobbling almost constantly. You looked at the folds upon folds upon folds of fat and orgasmed onto your professor as did the other guy.

"Ok, please, strap it onto the head," your professor moaned as a very loud machine began blaring and his gut began to lift off the ground. The professor's belly sagged more than you had ever thought skin could sag. Slowly it rose higher until you could see that a section of the floor was propping his gut up. The other guy grabbed the massive pump and hose and nodded to you that he had it. You just needed to help with the straps.

But then the stench. Everyone in the room howled in orgasm and the two of you being so close had to double over in orgasm. It was such raw, musky, stewing, rancid, and sexy man stench. You couldn't stop cumming as rope after rope throbbed out of your cock. You and the other guy then looked at the professor's enormous cock. It had to be nearly 4 or even 5 feet thick and it was almost 18 feet long. Despite such a massive manhood, it was a buried treasure beneath the cavernous gut that you two began to head under. Sweat poured all over the two of you as did gallons of pre and cum that had soaked into his underfolds. His cock was drooling and firing off ropes of pre cum as it throbbed waiting in anticipation.

The other guy brought the pump as you threw your body onto the massive cock to lift it. Your dick was growing impossibly hard as it stretched more and more. You weren't sure there was any more skin for it to stretch but still it got harder. The other guy got the pump on and you could drop the magnificent cock. The two of you then had to strap it on with a few buckles before finally it was on. You stomped away and signaled the professor that it was on. The platform then lowered his belly while you returned to your seat and your friends all assaulted you to lick and suck off the sweat and cum of the professor.

"Ok, let's get started," your professor huffed. "Insert your tubes and get on your pumps. This class is all about getting ready for dinner. Enjoy an easy-to-consume and rich dessert, as you pump your balls until they're empty. The workout, the exhaustion, it will all be for one thing. To make you hungry."

The class put on their pumps and hoses and laid back ready. The flow of ice cream began and the pumps began working in overdrive. The ice cream was a mix of dozens of flavors rotating as the hours rolled by. It was also mixed with your own cum as you watched your man juice get sucked up before being reintroduced back into you. The room was a cacophony of moans and groans as everyone orgasmed again and again and again and delighted in the delicious and rich ice cream filling their guts.

You all had front-row seats to your professor as motivation. His hose was free-falling ice cream and cum in hundreds and hundreds of gallons every minute. His cock was unseen but the amount of cum being sucked away could fill Olympic-sized pools a hundred times over. You smirked actually at the thought, whatever an "Olympic-sized" swimming pool even was anymore. How big would that be now? Just how massive would a pool need to be for such monstrosities of gluttony? Your mind ran wild with such horny thoughts as you lay there legs spread wide allowing your watermelon balls to fill your thighs and your cock erect being pumped over and over again.

Everyone was left moaning for hours as they endured and loved the constant cumming and orgasming. You absentmindedly rubbed your belly and played with your fat. Eventually, the flow stopped however and the pump allowed your cock to rest, as if it really ever did.

"That is all for today," Your professor moaned as his cock was still being pumped. "Have a good rest of your day, and your homework today as it will be every day, feast for dinner, and grow fatter! Be sure to check in at a weigh station regularly to keep track of your progress this semester."

Everyone shuffled out like zombies, satisfied and hungry. You waddled with your friends to the main thoroughfare of the campus and belched your approval.

"Fuck," Nathan moaned as he rubbed his belly.

"Yeah," Cody agreed patting his gut. "I haven't felt this stuffed since I was 7. I didn't think I ever could be stuffed again."

"That's what this is all about," David moaned as his cock spewed his cum onto the ground. "Breaking our limits, and realizing there is no limit. We can get as fat as we want, we just gotta work for it."

"Sup bro!" You hear the heavy footfalls and the voice of your brother stomping your way. He reaches you and you marvel once again at his new and improved flab. He pulls you into a big side hug and your fat mingles as your sweat and grime get all over each other. You huff in each other's musk and stench from your pits and you both orgasm together. "How was the first day?"

"Amazing," you moan as your cum splatters on the ground and you rub your belly.

"You guys weigh yourselves yet?" He asks. You all shake your heads still wondering a bit where or what the weighing stations were. Your brother laughs and his entire blob of a body jiggles. "Come on! This is one of the best parts about college." You all follow your brother as he marches across the open area of the campus and you finally see the weigh station they were talking about. There was a small area with a large slightly raised metal floor and a huge 100-inch TV in front of it. There was a plaque explaining everything but your brother went ahead and took over for it.

"This is where you can weigh yourselves. You can weigh yourself as much or as little as you want, but daily is the best," Your brother stomps onto it and a number appears on the TV. Starting from 0 it quickly rises flying past the hundreds and 1000 and 2000 before slowly coming to a crawl and stopping at 2801 pounds. "That's what we're talking about. 15 pounds up. Now it'll record it and show me my gaining records, how much over time, my biggest in a day, and also how I compare to my classmates." You watch as your brother shows you it all. The graph shows the steady line of your brother's weight gain journey with some small days and plenty of spikes in weight until today when it marked his new size for the year. It shows his biggest gain which was 28 pounds in a day last year. And then the rankings. There was a chart and your brother was at the top, #1 in his class as it updated his weight with the new 15 pounds he gained today. He showed you his classmates as he scrolled down the list. He wasn't lying to you before, the #2 in his class was still only 2692 pounds. Your brother had him beat by a hundred. Almost 200 people were in your brother's class as their weights ranged from your brother's size all the way down to 2200. Your brother really was far behind. But you smile as he stomps off the scale knowing he'll never be beat now.

"Let's get weighing boys!" he says excitedly.

You watch your friends all one by one get weighed and record the beginnings of their weight-gaining journey here at college. Cody steps on and his wide rear end shakes as the number rises to 1537 pounds. Then David steps on and he rubs his gut waiting until the number 1587 pounds comes up. Then Nathan stomps on and you all wait eagerly as your fattest friend's weight ends up being 1646 pounds. Finally, your brother cheers you on as you step on the scale. The number rises and rises passing 1000, 1100, 1200, 1300. 1400 and you wait for the final number.