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It wasn't clear what time she fell asleep, but when she woke up, the girl formerly known as Adam was horrifically reminded she was not in a dream. Yesterday's events were in fact real; she was now known as Amanda Bennett, she was trapped in the body of an obese teenage girl, and she was indeed a student at Dr. Plump's Rehabilitation and Correctional Facility. Although she did wake up to this reminder however, it wasn't under her own power. Her eyes opened to the sight of another fat face staring right at her. She panicked, quivering in bed as the face, slightly alarmed by Amanda's reaction, tried to calm her down. Amanda looked around to see two other barely-clothed fat girls watching her. That was the moment when she realized that these three other girls had to be her roommates. The girl standing in front of her introduced herself as Taylor Parker; as a first guess, this tanned, blonde-haired woman looked mature enough to be in her late thirties and, despite being as fat and gluttonous as every other student in the facility, she still maintained a subtle glimmer of attractiveness from her previous form. The other girls were Kwok Chueng, a rotund Chinese girl who seemed chubby even before her induction, and Stacey Coombes, a blonde teenager with a strong English accent. With this introduction, Amanda carefully pulled herself into a seated position on the edge of her bed, trying her best not to let her chubby figure distract as she introduced herself to her new roommates. Although the temptation to call herself Adam existed, she did not want to draw attention to herself as potentially the only male in the room, so for now, despite how much it sickened her, she simply called herself Amanda.

She then learned the reason for Taylor waking her up. It wasn't just to introduce herself, but to alert her that she was about to be late for her first class. Although Stacey and Kwok weren't really concerned as they dressed themselves, Taylor did not want Amanda's first day to be a disaster. Fortunately Amanda had left her uniform on overnight, but it wasn't until she climbed to her feet when she noticed a few tears under her armpits, clearly as a result of the position she slept in. Still not willing to risk taking the uniform off however, Amanda decided to leave as she was. Checking her new diary, her first subject of the day was literature. Following the map provided in her diary, she made sure to acknowledge her new surroundings. Despite the circumstances, there was a tiny hint of relief of being back in a school-like environment. Some of Adam's better memories were during his early school years; it was when he met his former best friend Chris Wilson when he started to flunk in his later years. Although she was still in shock about the whole situation, on her way to his first class, there was a brief moment where Amanda thought that this was the second chance in life that she needed all along. Unfortunately it was hard to maintain that mindset, especially when she arrived late for her first class to find that the only seat available was next to Sandra Sollis.

It was hard to concentrate on her first lesson with Sandra glaring daggers at her every so often, but the distractions became worse just a few minutes in. A loud gurgling sound rippled from her gut; a clear sign that hunger was finally setting in. Amanda was on the edge since arriving, but now quietly settling into her new body, the cravings were finally starting to take place. No one noticed her rumbling stomach at first, but then again, Amanda suspected that every other girl in class was experiencing a similar feeling. Noticing her fellow students, it was relieving to know that she wasn't alone in this nightmare, but then again, how many of them were actually born men? With how much Sandra seemed to despise her, she did not want to risk further confusion about anyone's true identity, which made it more difficult to trust anyone else. Noticing that she was not concentrating enough however, the teacher pointed at her for attention. Mrs. Blaire, the raven-haired literacy teacher, was notoriously strict on the students, preferring her classes to be as quiet as possible. This did not stop the students from disliking her, especially since she was the only woman in the room under the 180 pound mark. Embarrassing herself by failing to answer a question on the spot, Amanda returned to her concentration, now trying to distract herself from the vastly growing hunger. Fortunately, after an hour of sitting and listening, the class was over and everyone waddled to their next activities. As she stood in the hallway and scrolled through her diary however, Amanda was suddenly pushed from behind. Falling flat on her bulging stomach, Amanda struggled to look up, only catching a glimpse of the girl who pushed her: Sandra. The mature woman walked past her, but not without warning Amanda to stay out of her way.

As Sandra waddled away with a group of her giggling chubby friends, Amanda pathetically picked up her diary and climbed back to her feet, using the wall for leverage. It was clear that she was now the target of a bully, but deciding not to fan the flames any further, she started making her way to her next lesson. Along the way however, she noticed a peculiar device hanging on the wall. It looked like an ATM, and as she watched a random girl use the device herself, it was almost identical. Upon further inspection, she remembered Dr. Plump mentioning something during her induction. Returning to her diary, she noticed a plastic card cutout on the back page. She took the card out and scanned it in the device. As a result, a set of options appeared on the tiny screen. She first chose the quantity, which showed her a number of points. She then chose rewards, but unfortunately nothing was shown. When another chubby girl noticed her trying to use the device, she had everything explained to her. Since money is not allowed on the premises, each student had a payment card that contained points. These points are a student's form of currency, which can be used to buy food in the cafeteria, buy permission slips and even skip classes. With this explained, Amanda took her card back and placed it back in her diary, making sure to keep it safe. With this new information however, she continued on until she stumbled upon the first of several vending machines all over the facility. After watching another student use the machine and walk away with a chocolate bar in her hand, temptation started to sink in. She was getting really hungry, and she could not afford further embarrassment in her next class, but then again, the aim of her sentence was to reach her target weight, something that a piece of candy could not help with.

Realizing that she was about to be late for her next class, she had to make a decision. Caving in, she slipped her card back out of her diary and inserted it into the vending machine slot. She only had her eyes set on the same chocolate bar the girl before her had, but when she pressed the button, an alert appeared on the tiny screen above the list of buttons: insufficient credit. She didn't have enough points on her card to even afford a candy bar. She couldn't afford any in the vending machine as a matter of fact. Quenching her hunger was futile. With a loud roar echoing from her bulging stomach, all she could do was put her card back in her diary and waddle on to her next class with a look of disappointment and a hint of desperation. It was not going to be easy surviving her next activity: Physical Education.

This was the one she dreaded the most, but considering the objective of this establishment, it was also the most inevitable. At least she didn't have to deal with Sandra this time, but the fact that she had to share a changing room with over fifteen equally hefty girls was still an uncomfortable one. To make matters worse, all the girls had to change into their gym clothes in front of each other. Under any other circumstance, this could have been a dream come true, but considering that she was now one of the chubby girls forced to endure the same struggle, this was in fact a nightmare. Trying her best to ignore the other girls awkwardly struggling to change into their clothes, she waddled to a locker with your name labeled. She was then interrupted by who would later introduce herself as the gym instructor, who handed her a key with the name "Amanda" on it. This was her locker from now on, and inside, she found her own gym outfit; a tight white t-shirt, a pair of black running shorts and running shoes. As the instructor left, she looked around to see all the other girls already stripping down and struggling into their own outfits. She couldn't help but avert her gaze, but with the instructor breathing down everyone's necks, she finally mustered the courage to begin changing.

Busting out of her uniform was already difficult without damaging it further, but as she removed some of the buttons, she realized something horrific; unlike all the other girls in the changing room, she was not wearing a bra. She informed the instructor straight away. Fortunately she was not so heartless as to let her strip naked, but her solution to the problem was certainly not very dignifying; the instructor held a mere towel around her. Although no one else could see her exposed chest, the fact that she had to be covered this way brought even more attention than she could have hoped for; everyone knew what was happening, and they all couldn't help but giggle at poor Amanda. At least the humiliation wasn't escalated further when she found a pair of underwear under her miniskirt, but the damage was already done; by the time she finally managed to squeeze into her tight outfit, she was already the laughing stock of the class. As the class headed into the gymnasium however, things went from bad to worse. The instructor, introducing herself as Ms. Byrne, was just as ruthless and unforgiving as a drill sergeant. The class was forced to perform several physical exercises, including jogging, jumping, stretching and even climbing. Amanda failed miserably at all of them; she was nowhere near in physical shape as she was in her previous form, but at least she wasn't the only one to fail. In fact, no one in the class succeeded at all. This only led to another jog around the gymnasium as punishment before finally calling it a session.

With physical education finally over, it was time to move on; or at least that was the idea. Unfortunately that was easier said than done for poor Amanda. She was completely drenched in sweat; something that could only be made worse by not wearing a bra underneath a shirt. She didn't notice at first, ignoring the usual giggles from the other girls, but when she went to take her shirt off in the changing room, she immediately caught a glimpse of her nipples poking from under the top. She turned to see all the other girls laughing at her, and almost instinctively, she threw her flabby arms around her chest. Ms. Byrne finally intervened, telling all the girls to hit the showers, but the damage was already done. By the instructor's orders, she had to wait for the other girls to finish before hitting the shower herself, but when she was finally left alone, she finally let out a few tears. She was becoming the laughing stock of the facility in just one day, and she knew it. Her emotions were finally getting the better of her. It was the most miserable shower in her life. Wallowing in the misery, after completing the first shower in her new fat form, she dried herself off and squeezed back into her already damaged uniform. At least what was left could still fit, but the day was still not over.

Fortunately the rest of the day wasn't too bad. Lunch was up next, and although there wasn't a lot available on the menu, at least she could finally quench her hunger. It may have only been a fruit salad, but at least it was enough to satisfy her for the next hour. Unfortunately the next activity didn't help the cause: Mathematics. Although there was little physical movement involved, at least the humiliation could pass in the next hour. Of course there were a few remarks made behind her back by a few girls who were in the previous class, but at least she could catch her breath. Strangely enough, after such a rigorous workout in such a restrictive form, settling into her new form in this class was surprisingly easier than it was settling in during literature class. Nonetheless, as the final hour reached its end, her attention once again turned back to her hunger. When class finally ended, she waddled straight back to the vending machine. Despite everything that she went through on her first day, all she wanted at this point was the chocolate bar she saw earlier. Unfortunately, just like before, she still didn't have sufficient credit on her currency card to afford it. This was the hump that broke the camel's back. After everything, the thought of not being able to eat that chocolate bar was enough to break her down. Leaning against the wall, she slid to the floor and sobbed into her lap; a pitiful sight that all the other girls noticed. In particular, one passerby took pity on her.

Amanda looked up to see Taylor Parker, the same chubby woman who introduced her to her first day. Taylor, remembering how tough her own first day was, had just bought the chocolate bar from the vending machine and passed it to her new roommate. Amanda, delighted by such kindness, wiped the tears from her face and stuffed her face full of chocolate. It was such a satisfying reward that it made the whole day worth it; a fact that she had no choice but to embrace while living in a body with such a ravenous appetite. With a mouth full of chocolate, she could barely muster the words "Thank you". In response, Taylor just smiled down at her before helping her back to her feet. She pulled out a handkerchief and used it to wipe her face before inviting her back to their room. Amanda may have had a rough first day, and unfortunately there were many more days for her to come, but perhaps the whole experience wouldn't be so bad as long as Taylor is around. Such an act of kindness was enough for her to consider Taylor her first official friend in the facility, but whether Taylor felt the same way about her remained to be seen. After satisfying herself with the chocolate, all Amanda wanted to do was to call it a night. Her first day was finally over, and at this point, Amanda didn't care what was going to happen on the next.

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It wasn't clear what time she fell asleep, but when she woke up, the girl formerly known as Adam was horrifically reminded she was not in a dream. Yesterday's events were in fact real; she was now known as Amanda Bennett, she was trapped in the body of an obese teenage girl, and she was indeed a student at Dr. Plump's Rehabilitation and Correctional Facility. Although she did wake up to this reminder however, it wasn't under her own power. Her eyes opened to the sight of another fat face staring right at her. She panicked, quivering in bed as the face, slightly alarmed by Amanda's reaction, tried to calm her down. Amanda looked around to see two other barely-clothed fat girls watching her. That was the moment when she realized that these three other girls had to be her roommates. The girl standing in front of her introduced herself as Taylor Parker; as a first guess, this tanned, blonde-haired woman looked mature enough to be in her late thirties and, despite being as fat and gluttonous as every other student in the facility, she still maintained a subtle glimmer of attractiveness from her previous form. The other girls were Kwok Chueng, a rotund Chinese girl who seemed chubby even before her induction, and Stacey Coombes, a blonde teenager with a strong English accent. With this introduction, Amanda carefully pulled herself into a seated position on the edge of her bed, trying her best not to let her chubby figure distract as she introduced herself to her new roommates. Although the temptation to call herself Adam existed, she did not want to draw attention to herself as potentially the only male in the room, so for now, despite how much it sickened her, she simply called herself Amanda.

She then learned the reason for Taylor waking her up. It wasn't just to introduce herself, but to alert her that she was about to be late for her first class. Although Stacey and Kwok weren't really concerned as they dressed themselves, Taylor did not want Amanda's first day to be a disaster. Fortunately Amanda had left her uniform on overnight, but it wasn't until she climbed to her feet when she noticed a few tears under her armpits, clearly as a result of the position she slept in. Still not willing to risk taking the uniform off however, Amanda decided to leave as she was. Checking her new diary, her first subject of the day was literature. Following the map provided in her diary, she made sure to acknowledge her new surroundings. Despite the circumstances, there was a tiny hint of relief of being back in a school-like environment. Some of Adam's better memories were during his early school years; it was when he met his former best friend Chris Wilson when he started to flunk in his later years. Although she was still in shock about the whole situation, on her way to his first class, there was a brief moment where Amanda thought that this was the second chance in life that she needed all along. Unfortunately it was hard to maintain that mindset, especially when she arrived late for her first class to find that the only seat available was next to Sandra Sollis.

It was hard to concentrate on her first lesson with Sandra glaring daggers at her every so often, but the distractions became worse just a few minutes in. A loud gurgling sound rippled from her gut; a clear sign that hunger was finally setting in. Amanda was on the edge since arriving, but now quietly settling into her new body, the cravings were finally starting to take place. No one noticed her rumbling stomach at first, but then again, Amanda suspected that every other girl in class was experiencing a similar feeling. Noticing her fellow students, it was relieving to know that she wasn't alone in this nightmare, but then again, how many of them were actually born men? With how much Sandra seemed to despise her, she did not want to risk further confusion about anyone's true identity, which made it more difficult to trust anyone else. Noticing that she was not concentrating enough however, the teacher pointed at her for attention. Mrs. Blaire, the raven-haired literacy teacher, was notoriously strict on the students, preferring her classes to be as quiet as possible. This did not stop the students from disliking her, especially since she was the only woman in the room under the 180 pound mark. Embarrassing herself by failing to answer a question on the spot, Amanda returned to her concentration, now trying to distract herself from the vastly growing hunger. Fortunately, after an hour of sitting and listening, the class was over and everyone waddled to their next activities. As she stood in the hallway and scrolled through her diary however, Amanda was suddenly pushed from behind. Falling flat on her bulging stomach, Amanda struggled to look up, only catching a glimpse of the girl who pushed her: Sandra. The mature woman walked past her, but not without warning Amanda to stay out of her way.

As Sandra waddled away with a group of her giggling chubby friends, Amanda pathetically picked up her diary and climbed back to her feet, using the wall for leverage. It was clear that she was now the target of a bully, but deciding not to fan the flames any further, she started making her way to her next lesson. Along the way however, she noticed a peculiar device hanging on the wall. It looked like an ATM, and as she watched a random girl use the device herself, it was almost identical. Upon further inspection, she remembered Dr. Plump mentioning something during her induction. Returning to her diary, she noticed a plastic card cutout on the back page. She took the card out and scanned it in the device. As a result, a set of options appeared on the tiny screen. She first chose the quantity, which showed her a number of points. She then chose rewards, but unfortunately nothing was shown. When another chubby girl noticed her trying to use the device, she had everything explained to her. Since money is not allowed on the premises, each student had a payment card that contained points. These points are a student's form of currency, which can be used to buy food in the cafeteria, buy permission slips and even skip classes. With this explained, Amanda took her card back and placed it back in her diary, making sure to keep it safe. With this new information however, she continued on until she stumbled upon the first of several vending machines all over the facility. After watching another student use the machine and walk away with a chocolate bar in her hand, temptation started to sink in. She was getting really hungry, and she could not afford further embarrassment in her next class, but then again, the aim of her sentence was to reach her target weight, something that a piece of candy could not help with.

Realizing that she was about to be late for her next class, she had to make a decision. Caving in, she slipped her card back out of her diary and inserted it into the vending machine slot. She only had her eyes set on the same chocolate bar the girl before her had, but when she pressed the button, an alert appeared on the tiny screen above the list of buttons: insufficient credit. She didn't have enough points on her card to even afford a candy bar. She couldn't afford any in the vending machine as a matter of fact. Quenching her hunger was futile. With a loud roar echoing from her bulging stomach, all she could do was put her card back in her diary and waddle on to her next class with a look of disappointment and a hint of desperation. It was not going to be easy surviving her next activity: Physical Education.

This was the one she dreaded the most, but considering the objective of this establishment, it was also the most inevitable. At least she didn't have to deal with Sandra this time, but the fact that she had to share a changing room with over fifteen equally hefty girls was still an uncomfortable one. To make matters worse, all the girls had to change into their gym clothes in front of each other. Under any other circumstance, this could have been a dream come true, but considering that she was now one of the chubby girls forced to endure the same struggle, this was in fact a nightmare. Trying her best to ignore the other girls awkwardly struggling to change into their clothes, she waddled to a locker with your name labeled. She was then interrupted by who would later introduce herself as the gym instructor, who handed her a key with the name "Amanda" on it. This was her locker from now on, and inside, she found her own gym outfit; a tight white t-shirt, a pair of black running shorts and running shoes. As the instructor left, she looked around to see all the other girls already stripping down and struggling into their own outfits. She couldn't help but avert her gaze, but with the instructor breathing down everyone's necks, she finally mustered the courage to begin changing.

Busting out of her uniform was already difficult without damaging it further, but as she removed some of the buttons, she realized something horrific; unlike all the other girls in the changing room, she was not wearing a bra. She informed the instructor straight away. Fortunately she was not so heartless as to let her strip naked, but her solution to the problem was certainly not very dignifying; the instructor held a mere towel around her. Although no one else could see her exposed chest, the fact that she had to be covered this way brought even more attention than she could have hoped for; everyone knew what was happening, and they all couldn't help but giggle at poor Amanda. At least the humiliation wasn't escalated further when she found a pair of underwear under her miniskirt, but the damage was already done; by the time she finally managed to squeeze into her tight outfit, she was already the laughing stock of the class. As the class headed into the gymnasium however, things went from bad to worse. The instructor, introducing herself as Ms. Byrne, was just as ruthless and unforgiving as a drill sergeant. The class was forced to perform several physical exercises, including jogging, jumping, stretching and even climbing. Amanda failed miserably at all of them; she was nowhere near in physical shape as she was in her previous form, but at least she wasn't the only one to fail. In fact, no one in the class succeeded at all. This only led to another jog around the gymnasium as punishment before finally calling it a session.

With physical education finally over, it was time to move on; or at least that was the idea. Unfortunately that was easier said than done for poor Amanda. She was completely drenched in sweat; something that could only be made worse by not wearing a bra underneath a shirt. She didn't notice at first, ignoring the usual giggles from the other girls, but when she went to take her shirt off in the changing room, she immediately caught a glimpse of her nipples poking from under the top. She turned to see all the other girls laughing at her, and almost instinctively, she threw her flabby arms around her chest. Ms. Byrne finally intervened, telling all the girls to hit the showers, but the damage was already done. By the instructor's orders, she had to wait for the other girls to finish before hitting the shower herself, but when she was finally left alone, she finally let out a few tears. She was becoming the laughing stock of the facility in just one day, and she knew it. Her emotions were finally getting the better of her. It was the most miserable shower in her life. Wallowing in the misery, after completing the first shower in her new fat form, she dried herself off and squeezed back into her already damaged uniform. At least what was left could still fit, but the day was still not over.

Fortunately the rest of the day wasn't too bad. Lunch was up next, and although there wasn't a lot available on the menu, at least she could finally quench her hunger. It may have only been a fruit salad, but at least it was enough to satisfy her for the next hour. Unfortunately the next activity didn't help the cause: Mathematics. Although there was little physical movement involved, at least the humiliation could pass in the next hour. Of course there were a few remarks made behind her back by a few girls who were in the previous class, but at least she could catch her breath. Strangely enough, after such a rigorous workout in such a restrictive form, settling into her new form in this class was surprisingly easier than it was settling in during literature class. Nonetheless, as the final hour reached its end, her attention once again turned back to her hunger. When class finally ended, she waddled straight back to the vending machine. Despite everything that she went through on her first day, all she wanted at this point was the chocolate bar she saw earlier. Unfortunately, just like before, she still didn't have sufficient credit on her currency card to afford it. This was the hump that broke the camel's back. After everything, the thought of not being able to eat that chocolate bar was enough to break her down. Leaning against the wall, she slid to the floor and sobbed into her lap; a pitiful sight that all the other girls noticed. In particular, one passerby took pity on her.

Amanda looked up to see Taylor Parker, the same chubby woman who introduced her to her first day. Taylor, remembering how tough her own first day was, had just bought the chocolate bar from the vending machine and passed it to her new roommate. Amanda, delighted by such kindness, wiped the tears from her face and stuffed her face full of chocolate. It was such a satisfying reward that it made the whole day worth it; a fact that she had no choice but to embrace while living in a body with such a ravenous appetite. With a mouth full of chocolate, she could barely muster the words "Thank you". In response, Taylor just smiled down at her before helping her back to her feet. She pulled out a handkerchief and used it to wipe her face before inviting her back to their room. Amanda may have had a rough first day, and unfortunately there were many more days for her to come, but perhaps the whole experience wouldn't be so bad as long as Taylor is around. Such an act of kindness was enough for her to consider Taylor her first official friend in the facility, but whether Taylor felt the same way about her remained to be seen. After satisfying herself with the chocolate, all Amanda wanted to do was to call it a night. Her first day was finally over, and at this point, Amanda didn't care what was going to happen on the next.