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While the new students populated the dorm lobby, there were two sets of keys on a series of hooks. The hint was enough to send the student body into a panicked group as they crowded to grab the series of keys to their desired rooms. As Eliz attempted to enter the fray, she was pulled back by Felidae who apparently already had a key for her. Instead, the two sat back and watched the chaos unfold.

“So...tell me about yourself.” Eliz initiated with a smile.

“Look, don’t take that kind gesture as a point to start speaking to me. Besides, it’s not the same dorm room as me.” Elizabeth looked at her key as Felidae presented hers. “I know you aren’t the combat type, and I overheard you were leaving soon so I figured I’d make your stay as quick and painless as possible.”

“But that’s awfully nice! Please, you have to like me even a little! Otherwise, this doesn’t make sense!”

“Who said it does? Now, get to sleep, your orientation is tomorrow and don’t worry about food, it is already in your room.” With that, the heavy swordswoman stood up and waddled off, leaving Eliz perplexed.

---

As promised, Eliz’s room came with a stocked fridge. She gasped at the selection and how well kept the kitchen was. But, the dancer wasn’t hungry, even with all the excitement of today. She decided to settle in for the night and headed to the closet. As expected a number of uniforms and other forms of clothing was provided. Though school uniforms were optional, she was grateful for the articles of pajamas provided even if they were covered in the school’s symbol of a fat belly.

The moment she changed her clothes, Eliz suddenly became tense. The pajamas...were awfully loose on her, almost three sizes too big. The top alone was enough to skirt her entire body, which meant she would have to assimilate to a more...lavish body size soon or perhaps have it forced on her. She gulped at the realization of the true intent of this school. Hugging herself, she shivered and got into bed. Orientation was tomorrow, hopefully they would have more information and options for her stay here.

“I wish XS was here to comfort me, at least…” Eliz remarked before sleeping.

---

The new students then gathered in the main building the next morning. The more veteran students escorted them in and then exited to get to their own classes. Eliz looked around, seeing neither Felidae nor Lisa, the latter she was a bit over at this point.

But then the light dimmed and the youngsters settled down. A single spotlight flashed on the podium on stage within the assembly and there was a brief pause. Those in the front most rows could hear murmuring as a burp then resonated. Finally, a figured was pushed out from the curtains as he tripped forward and hung over the podium, half awake.

“Grr...huh? Where am I? Ugh...too bright...wait, this isn’t the teacher’s lounge!” The middle aged man continued to mumble, trying to get himself together. His nose was bright red, his skin an aged light complexion and as soothe as cottage cheese. He wore a stained pinstripe suit with it’s sleeves ripped off, showing his muscular arms. Despite his posture and demeanor, the older man had a sense of royalty or at least, honorable aura about him.

But soon enough, he collected himself and looked around the room. “Er...sorry kids...a bit hungover...the last day before classes is the party to be in!” He hiccuped, earning a few rounds of applause. “But seriously, welcome to the Fatass Badass Academy, the possibly WORST named school in history!” The older man then let out a laughing fit before settling down again. “Okay, okay...so I know you all have a lot of questions but I have too much of a headache to answer. Know what? Ask the students who know how this place works. Trust me, they are easy to spot; If they look like then need two seats to sit down, then bingo, you got yourself a veteran!”

The hungover teacher seemed to be winning the new students as they laughed as his poke at the more experience students. Eliz even laughed, recalling how large Felidae was but it was good to know she would be of great help, granted she would have to actually talk to her again.

Little did everyone know, Felidae had been hidden behind the curtain. She was too distracted by her attempt by not getting caught to notice who was speaking. But either way, her target appeared to be the speaker as she hid among the props, slowly approaching the curtain. She waited for her moment, watching the silhouette highlighted by the bright stage lights. The roar of applause continued as the speaker wooed the crowd with more crude jokes.

‘Now’s my chance...I’m going to bring this school to its knees...and lop off the head...’ Felidae convinced herself. Once it appeared the crowd was in full blown admiration, the tubby sword wielder sprung into action. A strong gust blew from under her as the curtains parted and like a rocket, she jetted forward, unsheathing one of her blade.

Time seemed to slow down however, as the experienced student realized her mistake. “M-Mister Kane!?”

The middle aged man looked behind him with a tired look. “One moment, children.” He excused, side stepping the sword strike that split the podium in half.
“Felidae?” Eliz chimed as the rest gasped in surprise.

The upperclass woman froze in fear as she realized she just tried to assassinate her favorite teacher. Without looking, the dark skinned girl could feel the cold red glare of the hungover teacher glaring down at her. “Fel…”

“Uh...Uh...Mr. Kane! It...it was a mistake!”

“Yeah...so was this…” The man began to lean back with a stupor. The swordswoman stood to defend herself but by then the man was already in range. A devastating punch rammed in the pit of her gut. Felidae let out a pained cry as she paused for a moment, before being blasted backstage and into a wall, leaving a large crater before sliding down, unconscious.

“Felidae!”

“Whoa, did he just kill her!?”

“Well, didn’t she try that first?”

“What kind of fucked up school is this!?”

“Hey, calm down!” Lucas Kane, yelled and order was quickly restored. He stood at attention, his now more sober demeanor catching more attention. “Now, what you witnessed is pretty normal for this school. Yes, we allow weapons, magic, whatever at this school BUT! We expect students to wield them responsibly. Or else...we as the staff are allow to go all Medieval on your asses! That’s right, we’re kicking it old school!” There was a sweeping silence but one chuckle broke it, earning a long distance glare from Mr. Kane. However, a cough then followed as Felidae was revealed to now be crawling to the front of the stage. Even Kane was impressed as she tried to pick herself up.

“Heh, so as you can see, despite their big bodies, our students are no softies by any means. And you can be too! In fact, your first week will all be dedicated to intense training all while expanding your appetites. Hopefully, after this weak you all will have your specific skill highlighted and that’s where the true FaBaA begins!” Looks of fear swept the assembly but they were left to their own devices as Kane and Felidae vanished backstage.

‘Specific skill?’ Eliz thought to herself. The dancer believed herself to be quite athletic, so the upcoming trainer didn’t sound too bad but what just happened with Felidae seemed way more dire.

“You okay kid? I sort of held back when I saw it was you but I couldn’t make it look too fake…”

“It’s...fine...Mr. Kane…” The heavy sword girl panted, then gagged.

“Kid...go to the nurse.”

“LIKE HELL IF I’M GOING TO SEE HER!” Felidae yelled, then keeled over again.

“You might be internally bleeding though…”

“Um, excuse me?” Elizabeth called out, joining the gathering backstage.

“Oh, hello.”

“You…” Felidae hissed.

“Hm, I take it you are a friend? She treats those who she likes like that.” Eliz smiled at the teacher’s observation, turned out Fel did like her.

“I guess I am. My name is Eliz.”

“Well hello Eliz. I am Lucas Kane, a teacher here at the...you know the name of this place.”

“Yeah, the way you explained it, the name is pretty silly.”

“Ugh! Glad I’m not the only one!” Mr. Kane expressed.

“Glad you two...are getting along at my expense…” Fel coughed, earning a few hard slaps to the back from the drinking teacher.

“Girl, stop. If you want your kooky plan to work, you sort of need friends.”

“Oh? What plan?” Eliz asked, curious.

“Depends...Survive the training week and I might tell you…” Felidae looked up with a malicious grin.

Description
While the new students populated the dorm lobby, there were two sets of keys on a series of hooks. The hint was enough to send the student body into a panicked group as they crowded to grab the series of keys to their desired rooms. As Eliz attempted to enter the fray, she was pulled back by Felidae who apparently already had a key for her. Instead, the two sat back and watched the chaos unfold.

“So...tell me about yourself.” Eliz initiated with a smile.

“Look, don’t take that kind gesture as a point to start speaking to me. Besides, it’s not the same dorm room as me.” Elizabeth looked at her key as Felidae presented hers. “I know you aren’t the combat type, and I overheard you were leaving soon so I figured I’d make your stay as quick and painless as possible.”

“But that’s awfully nice! Please, you have to like me even a little! Otherwise, this doesn’t make sense!”

“Who said it does? Now, get to sleep, your orientation is tomorrow and don’t worry about food, it is already in your room.” With that, the heavy swordswoman stood up and waddled off, leaving Eliz perplexed.

---

As promised, Eliz’s room came with a stocked fridge. She gasped at the selection and how well kept the kitchen was. But, the dancer wasn’t hungry, even with all the excitement of today. She decided to settle in for the night and headed to the closet. As expected a number of uniforms and other forms of clothing was provided. Though school uniforms were optional, she was grateful for the articles of pajamas provided even if they were covered in the school’s symbol of a fat belly.

The moment she changed her clothes, Eliz suddenly became tense. The pajamas...were awfully loose on her, almost three sizes too big. The top alone was enough to skirt her entire body, which meant she would have to assimilate to a more...lavish body size soon or perhaps have it forced on her. She gulped at the realization of the true intent of this school. Hugging herself, she shivered and got into bed. Orientation was tomorrow, hopefully they would have more information and options for her stay here.

“I wish XS was here to comfort me, at least…” Eliz remarked before sleeping.

---

The new students then gathered in the main building the next morning. The more veteran students escorted them in and then exited to get to their own classes. Eliz looked around, seeing neither Felidae nor Lisa, the latter she was a bit over at this point.

But then the light dimmed and the youngsters settled down. A single spotlight flashed on the podium on stage within the assembly and there was a brief pause. Those in the front most rows could hear murmuring as a burp then resonated. Finally, a figured was pushed out from the curtains as he tripped forward and hung over the podium, half awake.

“Grr...huh? Where am I? Ugh...too bright...wait, this isn’t the teacher’s lounge!” The middle aged man continued to mumble, trying to get himself together. His nose was bright red, his skin an aged light complexion and as soothe as cottage cheese. He wore a stained pinstripe suit with it’s sleeves ripped off, showing his muscular arms. Despite his posture and demeanor, the older man had a sense of royalty or at least, honorable aura about him.

But soon enough, he collected himself and looked around the room. “Er...sorry kids...a bit hungover...the last day before classes is the party to be in!” He hiccuped, earning a few rounds of applause. “But seriously, welcome to the Fatass Badass Academy, the possibly WORST named school in history!” The older man then let out a laughing fit before settling down again. “Okay, okay...so I know you all have a lot of questions but I have too much of a headache to answer. Know what? Ask the students who know how this place works. Trust me, they are easy to spot; If they look like then need two seats to sit down, then bingo, you got yourself a veteran!”

The hungover teacher seemed to be winning the new students as they laughed as his poke at the more experience students. Eliz even laughed, recalling how large Felidae was but it was good to know she would be of great help, granted she would have to actually talk to her again.

Little did everyone know, Felidae had been hidden behind the curtain. She was too distracted by her attempt by not getting caught to notice who was speaking. But either way, her target appeared to be the speaker as she hid among the props, slowly approaching the curtain. She waited for her moment, watching the silhouette highlighted by the bright stage lights. The roar of applause continued as the speaker wooed the crowd with more crude jokes.

‘Now’s my chance...I’m going to bring this school to its knees...and lop off the head...’ Felidae convinced herself. Once it appeared the crowd was in full blown admiration, the tubby sword wielder sprung into action. A strong gust blew from under her as the curtains parted and like a rocket, she jetted forward, unsheathing one of her blade.

Time seemed to slow down however, as the experienced student realized her mistake. “M-Mister Kane!?”

The middle aged man looked behind him with a tired look. “One moment, children.” He excused, side stepping the sword strike that split the podium in half.
“Felidae?” Eliz chimed as the rest gasped in surprise.

The upperclass woman froze in fear as she realized she just tried to assassinate her favorite teacher. Without looking, the dark skinned girl could feel the cold red glare of the hungover teacher glaring down at her. “Fel…”

“Uh...Uh...Mr. Kane! It...it was a mistake!”

“Yeah...so was this…” The man began to lean back with a stupor. The swordswoman stood to defend herself but by then the man was already in range. A devastating punch rammed in the pit of her gut. Felidae let out a pained cry as she paused for a moment, before being blasted backstage and into a wall, leaving a large crater before sliding down, unconscious.

“Felidae!”

“Whoa, did he just kill her!?”

“Well, didn’t she try that first?”

“What kind of fucked up school is this!?”

“Hey, calm down!” Lucas Kane, yelled and order was quickly restored. He stood at attention, his now more sober demeanor catching more attention. “Now, what you witnessed is pretty normal for this school. Yes, we allow weapons, magic, whatever at this school BUT! We expect students to wield them responsibly. Or else...we as the staff are allow to go all Medieval on your asses! That’s right, we’re kicking it old school!” There was a sweeping silence but one chuckle broke it, earning a long distance glare from Mr. Kane. However, a cough then followed as Felidae was revealed to now be crawling to the front of the stage. Even Kane was impressed as she tried to pick herself up.

“Heh, so as you can see, despite their big bodies, our students are no softies by any means. And you can be too! In fact, your first week will all be dedicated to intense training all while expanding your appetites. Hopefully, after this weak you all will have your specific skill highlighted and that’s where the true FaBaA begins!” Looks of fear swept the assembly but they were left to their own devices as Kane and Felidae vanished backstage.

‘Specific skill?’ Eliz thought to herself. The dancer believed herself to be quite athletic, so the upcoming trainer didn’t sound too bad but what just happened with Felidae seemed way more dire.

“You okay kid? I sort of held back when I saw it was you but I couldn’t make it look too fake…”

“It’s...fine...Mr. Kane…” The heavy sword girl panted, then gagged.

“Kid...go to the nurse.”

“LIKE HELL IF I’M GOING TO SEE HER!” Felidae yelled, then keeled over again.

“You might be internally bleeding though…”

“Um, excuse me?” Elizabeth called out, joining the gathering backstage.

“Oh, hello.”

“You…” Felidae hissed.

“Hm, I take it you are a friend? She treats those who she likes like that.” Eliz smiled at the teacher’s observation, turned out Fel did like her.

“I guess I am. My name is Eliz.”

“Well hello Eliz. I am Lucas Kane, a teacher here at the...you know the name of this place.”

“Yeah, the way you explained it, the name is pretty silly.”

“Ugh! Glad I’m not the only one!” Mr. Kane expressed.

“Glad you two...are getting along at my expense…” Fel coughed, earning a few hard slaps to the back from the drinking teacher.

“Girl, stop. If you want your kooky plan to work, you sort of need friends.”

“Oh? What plan?” Eliz asked, curious.

“Depends...Survive the training week and I might tell you…” Felidae looked up with a malicious grin.