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Featured Artist

Skie-Maree

Unkissed Lust (Wallpaper, White-Lingerie) by Skie-Maree


Skie-Maree is an artist who is self-taught with a style that has been made completely from the ground up. His magnificent work is a true trophy to his skill and attention to detail. His character skie, is a staple to many of his pieces, and as he has developed in his own skills, so has skie with her complexity and charm.

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Should I...? by Skie-Maree

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Selnia got very big plans! by Disco-Stu3

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Selnia and Skie expanding at the beach by Disco-Stu3


Please check out their profile to see their other works, and thank them for letting us feature their artwork in the gallery on a regular basis!

Group Rules


"Breasts Are Power" is a highly moderated group, preventing low-quality artwork spam. All submissions must be accepted by the group's staff. Most artworks are accepted, however, we reserve the right to refuse artworks if:

:bulletred: The artwork is promoting links to services or other, external sites (e.g. preview images for comics, commission prices).
:bulletred: The artwork does not meet the quality standards of the group. (e.g. Pictures of sketches in school books, MS paint quality digital art)
:bulletred: The artwork does not feature breasts, and/or is not submitted to the correct folder.
:bulletred: The artwork features very niche or 'other/unwanted' fetishes (futa, scat, MLP, Sonic etc.)
:bulletred: The artwork features anthropomorphic (furry or monster) characters (cat girls, tails, ears etc. are fine, but there's a clear line when the character is more animal than human).
:bulletred: Photography, and photo-manipulations will not be accepted.

We reserve the right to decline artwork for any reason. Arguing will not change the decision and may result in removal from the group. That being said, it is very rare for an artwork to be outright declined for no reason.
ISSUES WITH MANAGING THIS GROUP
Please read, as this may concern whether or not you will be kicked in the future. Read the rules.

Hey members,
Look, it's getting quite difficult to manage this group with such a busy life and you can probably all feel it with the way the submission process has been lately. Let's just cut the bullshit, I'm not committed enough to manage this group as it offers absolutely no incentive for me to do so. I'm happy to keep marginally operating this group as I have just been able to scrape by doing lately, but if anyone is unhappy with the effort being put in, then I'm happy to assess you for an Administrator application. Otherwise, be grateful that I take time out of my day to judge people's artwork which can be harder than it looks. It's not easy saying no to someone, but I believe the curation of a gallery needs to have it's standards.

The submissions folder has been getting very full lately, and sometimes if I leave it for long enough, artworks will expire. This does not mean I have declined your work, it just means I didn't get around to accessing it. I like to spend a fair bit of time assessing each piece.

HOW CAN YOU GET YOUR ARTWORK MORE EASILY ACCEPTED?

Okay, so there are few points that I need to make about the submission process here. I'm going to be blunt, so for the faint of heart, you'll need to bare with me.

1. Please submit to the correct folders. I can not emphasise how much easier this makes life for me, and how much more often I will accept your artwork! If you submit to an incorrect folder, it makes it so I have to go into the individual folders in the group, find your artwork and then transfer it to the correct folder. This takes minutes out of my day and if there are hundreds of submissions with the same issue (which there are), then it takes quite some time to fix. If you are unsure which folder your artwork belongs in, a great idea is to go into the gallery and look at each folder. The artworks in each folder should give you as clear as possible demonstration of what should be in that folder. If you are still unsure, P.M me and I will try to give a response on where your art work should go. Waiting, and making sure you've submitted to the right folder is a much better use of yours, and my time and gets more of your work shown within our gallery.

2. Please closely follow the group rules. This. I can not emphasise how much people screw up with this part. Our rules are on our home page for a reason and they are the first thing you see when you come here. Please pay close attention to them. I swear if some of you were in the design industry, you'd screw up so many client briefings hahaha.  To be honest, most of you follow the rules to the dot, but their are some repeat offenders who just can't seem to get it right and then try to argue with me over it.
Okay, So let's go over each rule one by one. Just to make this as clear as possible. "Breasts Are Power" is a highly moderated group, preventing low-quality artwork spam. All submissions must be accepted by the group's staff. Most artworks are accepted, however, we reserve the right to refuse artworks if:"
:bulletred: Rule 1:  "The artwork is promoting links to services or other, external sites (e.g. preview images for comics, commission prices)." This means no advertisement .  It is completely fair that you promote your page and attract viewers, that is not crossing the line. But please, our gallery is not a place for artwork that has less included than a vanilla EA game with the promise of more content passed a pay-gate. Also, do not litter artworks with links and logo's for other websites. A discrete link in the description or a very small logo somewhere around the frame is all you need to advertise your Patreon page, and makes your presentation appear far more professional. In short, do not cheap-skate my members.
:bulletred: Rule 2: "The artwork does not meet the quality standards of the group. (e.g. Pictures of sketches in school books, MS paint quality digital art)" Okay, so this one can be a bit subjective, as any art critique or judgement is. It is also the most important rule here. If your artwork is not to the standard of the rest of our gallery, then it will not be accepted. I am not Pablo Picasso, I do not understand the in's and out's of art so do not send me PM's asking how to improve your artwork, I simply wouldn't know where to start. The matter of the fact is that I have a good eye for this kind of art, that is why I was chosen as admin. Unless I accidentally declined a work, my word is final and you'll need to do better if you'd like to be accepted. Try asking other members in the community on how to make your work more appropriate in quality and content.
:bulletred: Rule 3: "The artwork does not feature breasts, and/or is not submitted to the correct folder." So this goes back to the first point. Please submit your work to the right folders! Also, yeah, I sometimes get work that literally has zero emphasis on any way, shape, or form of breasts whatsoever. Look, just because an artwork might be sexy as f***, I'll often decline it if there is little in the form of breasts being shown within the image. This does not mean the subject needs to be naked, it just means that the breasts need to be the star of the show.
:bulletred: Rule 4: "The artwork features very niche or 'other/unwanted' fetishes (futa, scat, MLP, Sonic etc.)" Don't be offended, this doesn't mean you particular fetish might be "unwanted" universally, it just means that it does not belong here . So often will I get furry content that sometimes it seems like I get more of that, than just shit that's human. Please, there are countless other groups for that kind of thing, do not submit it here. It's not just furry; anything that isn't pretty much based primarily around breasts will be rejected and could potentially lead to you being kicked from the group. I'VE SAID IT MORE THAN ONCE, NO FURRIES, NOTHING EVEN CLOSE. Also, no vore, futa, the whole thing with the farts as well... really guys, I respect all of your preferences, trust me, I'm pretty out there my self, but know where it belongs, some people aren't ready for that stuff here.
:bulletred: Rule 5: "The artwork features anthropomorphic (furry or monster) characters (cat girls, tails, ears etc. are fine, but there's a clear line when the character is more animal than human)." Actually see above, pretty much covered this already. Notice how it says "monster" as well, by this I kind of mean any kind of creature that deviates too far from being human.
:bulletred: Rule 6: " Photography, and photo-manipulations will not be accepted." Look, the main point of this is that the group does not need to be responsible for someone uploading a morphed image of someone who wouldn't want it here. This is a liability defence and we'd like to keep it this way. Photo's also do not stand in the same field as some of the drawn artwork here in the group, which is the main focus here.

3. You have the right to ask me questions about your submissions, but do not argue with me!

I swear, anyone who threatens me is shown the door instantly . Do not debate my decisions on your submissions, I don't owe anyone here anything, I do this because I want to help. Do not suck up to me, I can see through your shit. Be as honest as possible if you don't understand why your work was declined. Often I will accidentally decline a piece of artwork and that is why it's always good to ask, but if I say I intentionally declined the work, you will need to accept that decision and might need to find another group to submit it on. I love everyone's work that is submitted, everything is really a great effort and I'm so happy to see people learning the basics, and far beyond my own skills, but sometimes artwork isn't meant for every gallery, and sometimes, one of those galleries is this one.

Also, if you do have your knickers in a knot over my management of this group, you have two options, apply to be the admin and replace me, or do as so many have done before you and just leave the group. Honestly, you don't need to put up with my shit if you don't want, just leave if you're sick of it.

Cheers, Boobnation.

Breasts Are Power

Ecstatic by curview


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A group dedicated to the biggest and best breasts on Deviant Art. The group is highly moderated, so you only see content approved to our standards - No low quality spam! - Now one of Deviant Art's most popular breast dedicated groups, with 2000+ members and 4000 watchers!

Join as a member today and receive daily updates featuring the biggest, roundest and bounciest boobs that our amazing community has to offer.

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Group Rules

"Breasts Are Power" is a highly moderated group, preventing low-quality artwork spam. All submissions must be accepted by the group's staff. Most artworks are accepted, however, we reserve the right to refuse artworks if:

:bulletred: The artwork is promoting links to services or other, external sites (e.g. preview images for comics, commission prices).
:bulletred: The artwork does not meet the quality standards of the group. (e.g. Pictures of sketches in school books, MS paint quality digital art)
:bulletred: The artwork does not feature breasts, and/or is not submitted to the correct folder.
:bulletred: The artwork features very niche or 'other/unwanted' fetishes (futa, scat, MLP, Sonic etc.)
:bulletred: The artwork features anthropomorphic (furry or monster) characters (cat girls, tails, ears etc. are fine, but there's a clear line when the character is more animal than human).
:bulletred: Photography, and photo-manipulations will not be accepted.

We reserve the right to decline artwork for any reason. Arguing will not change the decision and may result in removal from the group. That being said, it is very rare for an artwork to be outright declined for no reason.
Group
Founded 9 Years ago
Apr 18, 2012

Location
Global

Group Focus
Boobs

2,433 Members
5,786 Watchers
1,198,741 Pageviews

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Featured
Nyotengu by svoidist
D.Va Bikini by kaeveris

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Daily sketch 23 - Full moon breast expansion by BDz-art

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Feels good...! by Red-Gambit
Boobs - Small to Medium

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Animation 1 by zetarok

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Cheelai x Broly muscular 20 tier by zetarok

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Mashu FGO by zetarok
THE NANNY by Dragoon-Rekka
Boobs - Large to Huge
Mitsuki Bakugo! Request by OkiOppai

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Baggy sweater by EndlessRain0110

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Kai'sa speedpaint by Hetie
Boobs - Oversized to Gigantic

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Horde of zombies incoming by RasBurton

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Jeane transparency by zetarok

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An Improvised Christmas Tree by Zabuzabotz

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Tsunade vs Kurenai Strip 16 Color by zetarok
Breast Expansion

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Mother Aetheria 2 by zetarok

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Tsunade VS Kurenai Strip 17 by zetarok

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Tsunade VS Kurenai Strip 13 by zetarok

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U got that (something that I need) by Zabuzabotz
Lactation

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Way too full!! by Zabuzabotz

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Overencumbered and beyond. by Zabuzabotz

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Sensual Milking by Zabuzabotz

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UNLIMITED MILK by Dragoon-Rekka
Large Asses
R. Mika by zetarok

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Eclipse  by zetarok

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Kirara Akutsu by zetarok
Vanessa leotard by zetarok
Large Bellies

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Mooternity 27 - Interlude by OfaMightDivine
[Requ.] Hyper mommy Horan by Marrazan
Mommy Malon by Marrazan

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CM - Magic Knight x Fighter by CoffeeSlice
Fat - BBW and SSBBW

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Bath House by Adipose-Rex
B-Sit by pixiveo

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Mari's Room by pixiveo
New Year's Hot Spring by pixiveo
Weight Gain
Ice Cream Girl WG (Link in Description) by Tail-Blazer
Stuffed Vampire by Tail-Blazer
CM- J-10 and Y-6 by SuperSpoe

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The Return of Powder Blue, Chapter 2 by Sidkid44
Multiboob

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The Perils (or Perks) of Living with a Geneticist by BigKahuna69
Inflation

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Unexpected dangers of the forest by MystWell
Literature
The Fat Teacher(Extreme weight gain)Homework: Eat a stick of butter Irina wrote the words big enough to fill most of the upper corner of the whiteboard, going a bit slow to give herself enough time to finish her third raspberry and sour cream scone while she did. When she was done the blonde balloon turned around slowly, licking her finger clean. A couple of the students snickered or at least smiled, maybe they thought it was a joke, but most stayed silent. They might have also thought it was a joke but were waiting for the punchline, or maybe they had heard from students who had taken Food Appreciation previously about the oddball day one assignment. Either way, Irina quickly explained that the ‘joke’ was not a joke. “The idea,” she said, going into her philosophy about what the course was designed for, “is to break down preconceptions you might have about what constitutes viable eating habits and practices. “Am I saying you should eat a stick of butter as a regular thing? No. In fact, after tonight I wouldn’t ever recommend doing it. Butter is a delicious addition to many dishes, but it’s not something to enjoy by itself. But to kick off this semester I want you all to show your willingness to step outside your comfort zone by going for what may be the simplest and yet most out-there act of gluttony. One that won’t make you sick, at least.” Some of the students still looked skeptical, but when Irina checked everyone’s Fatbit records the next day (as a teacher she had access to such information) she was pleased to see they had all obeyed. That was one nice thing about teaching the Food Appreciation class: with every student’s Fatbit monitoring their consumption habits she had a constant eye on whether they were completing their assigned tasks. As opposed to her Government/Law classes, Irina’s primary role as teacher, where one student could copy and paste an essay they found online. But homework was going to be a second-order matter behind in-class practice. With matter replicators located in every classroom and hallway in the school there was no reason to go through any lecture about a country’s cuisine without also allowing the students to sample the dishes mentioned. ‘Allow’ was being generous, though, but Irina didn’t like to think of herself as forcing anyone to eat the samples she ordered from the MC. On the first day she made it clear that appreciating food required eating it, and that over the semester she was going to walk them through an extensive list of dishes and cuisines. She expected them to, at semester’s end, be prepared to write a detailed critique of a multi-course meal, and the only way to hone their critiquing skills was through practice. Which required a lot of eating, followed by discussions of the food. “So if anyone doubts they can bring a suitable appetite,” she said on day one, stroking a belly that bulged emphatically out from under her straining blouse and very visible bra, “you might want to transfer to a different class.” Nobody took her up on that, though. The first couple times she taught the class she lost a fair number of students who had underestimated just how much eating they were going to have to do (Food Appreciation was traditionally considered an ‘easy A’), but this time, her third semester with FA added to her usual G/L courseload, Irina ended up with 24 students who knew what to expect, a proper-sized class. Still, she pushed them. Not only to expand their palates, but their belly’s limits. At over 400 pounds when she became a teacher (though closer to 550 a year and a half later), Irina was a proud Aditropolis patriot, and she loved how her size showed off a lifetime’s worth of hearty (to put it mildly) eating. Since she had been in high school the blonde beauty had consistently been in the top 25% of consumption habits for her weight class, sometimes top 15%, earning amenities like a personal sauna in her apartment and a 124-inch TV even at her relatively young age. She loved the city-state’s way of life, and she had become a teacher to encourage future generations to appreciate the culture’s bounty and give back as productive citizens. If she was a little overbearing it was only because of her enthusiasm. Irina didn’t think she was being excessive, though. On the first day of class she had each student go through over 1,500 calories worth of food, which was not too significant a chunk of what they all needed to be eating each day to meet their civic obligations. Of course that was just day one, as she was easing them all into what to expect. Within a week and a half she would bump up the number to over 2,000, then eventually 2,500. The increases to how much food she was giving her students were spaced out over weeks, Irina always sure nobody was going to get sick, and she never told her class that she was holding them to any such expectations. In fact, with her encouraging the students to have seconds or order larger portions of anything that struck their fancy few if any consumed only the minimum she set in place, and she never had to pressure anyone to ‘have a little more.’ Some would argue that it wasn’t her job to worry about her students’ calorie intake; the administrators and school board monitored the Fatbit activities of every student, repeated red days (those where the person failed to meet their daily quota) being flagged and any appropriate action being taken at a paygrade above Irina’s. But she would counter that the overall well-being of her students was her charge, be it physical or emotional. And Irina couldn’t think of anything that made her happier than a full belly. None of her students complained, for that matter. There were a couple dropouts early on, but those who stayed were all in, quickly learning to treat the class as a second lunch even as they dutifully followed the lectures or videos Irina put on, taking copious notes. So it might not have been why she was given the FA course, but when the semester was drawing to a close and Irina saw that the average weight of her students had gone up by triple digits she could have swelled with pride. Even with how much she was already swollen, having added quite a few pounds herself. She was proudest of the smallest students, those who came in weighing 120 to 140 pounds and making the blonde wonder if any of them would be facing exile when they graduated. Four months later those fears were put to bed; the smallest of the lightweights had crossed 200 pounds weeks earlier, constantly eating at least 3,000 calories more than their obligated minimum, while the largest had nearly doubled and was looking into taking up sumo when they went off to college. And theirs wasn’t even the most dramatic growth, but no surprise there. Most of the class was already hefty to begin with, and getting an entire class period to eat to their heart’s content only saw the lard-laden students grow even fatter. From 300 or 400 or even 500 pounds to as much as 600 or 700, with a couple reaching 800 pounds by the end of the semester, the Food Appreciation class was really just an excuse for unrestricted binging, with all the weight gain one should expect from that. Irina herself wasn’t unaffected. Teaching by example, she had enjoyed the largest servings of each dish she had replicated for her students, her palpable enjoyment of the food inspiring more than a few to have another helping. At the start of the semester she was over 550 pounds; at the end she was matching her heaviest students in the almost 800 pound range. Her habit of wearing skirts that ended below the knee and tops that only covered her breasts, letting her ballooning gut hang free and naked, was making her look more and more obscene as time went on. She was starting to wonder when she would be reprimanded for showing too much skin. Gaining so much, so fast would have had dramatic negative results even just 50 years ago, but with Aditropolis’ advanced technology Irina had few issues with her expanding frame beyond a constant need to update her wardrobe and losing the ability to take the traditional buses around the city. But with her social credit continuing to grow with her frame, the ambient energy she was putting out captured by her smart-fiber infused clothing and furniture, her spending power was on another level. Buying a personal sedan would have been extravagant just months ago, but now it was irreplaceable, the convenience of the smart car driving right in front of her apartment entrance or the school building so much better than hoofing it to and from the bus stops. Though with her anti-grav anklets and belly-bra (designed to blend in with her skirt or pants, so she could continue to show off her taut gut, her proudest feature) waddling around at 800 pounds was actually easier than when she had been 300. ‘Moving is getting to be a deliberate act, though,’ she thought to herself one morning. It was the winter break between the fall and spring semesters, and Irina was stepping out of her apartment for the first time in three days. A cold snap dropping freezing rain was the primary excuse she had at the ready for staying cooped up so long, but a greater determinant was Tiny Sweets Ice Cream releasing their annual Peppermint Blitz seasonal menu. From peppermint cocoa to peppermint marshmallow pie to peppermint ice cream sundaes to Irina’s decadent favorite, the peppermint and dark chocolate gingerbread house ski chalet, complete with gummi people building snowmen out of marshmallows. From the moment she submitted her final grades Irina had spent three days relaxing at home and getting the most out of her Tiny Sweets subscription, the paid-for service that allowed her to order everything on their menu from her personal matter compilers instead of having to go to one of their physical locations. In addition to her regular eating, of course, and with a new semester teaching Food Appreciation coming up she had ample justification for spending hour after hour sampling potential dishes to share with her students. If she hadn’t gained 25 pounds just within 72 hours Irina would have been surprised. She wasn’t the sort to obsess about her weight, though. Her patriotic side, as of late mixed with her pride as a teacher and the idea that she had to serve as an inspiration to her students, came out in terms of her calorie consumption. Even if she didn’t broadcast how much she exceeded her daily minimums by, the knowledge that she could as much as double what was required of her without much effort gave her a feeling of personal satisfaction. But her rising weight was clear to everyone around her, and Irina had been receiving comments from those she saw outside of school regularly enough. She was chummy with the cashiers at her favorite fast food places, for instance, and people who worked in the food service industry had an incentive to talk up a person’s healthy appetite, encouraging them to listen to their stomach and order a bit more. And after one evening’s binge at Moon Bunny Mongolian she had almost completely split the side of her skirt, drawing a few appreciative (if coarse) comments from the men around her. When she waddled into Downtown Brown’s, a diner across from her apartment building that wasn’t high on her list of her favorite eateries but was pretty good all things considered, the waitresses on staff didn’t have to fake their smiles. Irina was as heavy a tipper as she was an eater, easily placated so long as she got plenty of food to eat. She was led to a supersized booth near the kitchens and gave her first round of orders, and as she waited on her drinks she settled in for a morning of eating and prepping her syllabus. It wasn’t long into her first course that she was interrupted, the caller ID icon in the bottom corner of her smart-glasses telling her she couldn’t send this to voicemail. “Principal Banks,” she said, mouth half-full of bacon and eggs. “How’s your holiday been?” “Quite nice,” the typically humorless voice responded. “My wife has taken the kids to the mountains to enjoy the hot springs, and I’m leaving to join them today. But first I have to take care of business – obligations of the job and all that – which is why I’m calling. “I don’t know if you saw, but the number of students that signed up for your Food Appreciation course next semester was almost double what you just had.” “Rea- (munch),” She swallowed the mouthful of food and tried again. “Really? I hadn’t heard.” “I don’t think it’s too surprising. All the students you had this last go-round gave you high marks across the board.” The principal cleared his throat, working up the courage to be honest with what he would say next. “I’ll admit, I’ve always been dubious about the class in general. I’ve seen plenty of students sign up for the class thinking all they would have to do is eat some food, use a couple poetic metaphors to describe it, and that’s that.” “An easy A,” Irina suggested. “Exactly. But I’ve been looking at a sampling of the final essays produced and I think you’ve put the potential of the class into practice. These kids have really broadened their horizons, which is exactly what the humanities courses are for. “So at the suggestion of the DOE the school is looking to add a second Food Appreciation course this semester. And since you’ve already proven your command of the subject matter...” “You want me to teach both.” “Exactly. And I know with the three Government/Law classes you’re slated to teach this would be a heavy load, so I’ve talked to Mr. Pravett about taking over one of your G/L periods. I can’t offer a pay raise, so keeping you at four classes seems the best solution.” Irina chewed and mulled, but the answer was already there. She enjoyed teaching civics, but Food Appreciation put her love for her homeland into a practical, lived experience, so what else could she say? “Will I have a budget for two FA classes? I remember you sending me a note about the amount of raw matter the class was taking up last semester...” “Don’t worry about the budget. The ruling council always makes money available for food consumption, and we’ll be getting a hefty increase to our matter budget to go with this class. We would need the increase anyway, given how... some of the students and staff have been putting a strain on the school’s compilers.” He didn’t make it sound like an insult, veiled or otherwise, so Irina merely took it as an indirect compliment. “I’ll do it,” she said, her mind already aflutter with having twice as many students to share the bounties of the world’s menus with (and how she, as the teacher, would get to enjoy twice as many meals in class as before). * “Hi, Miss Jarvet!” “Hi, girls. Headed to the cafeteria?” “Nah, we’re done for the day, so we’re headed to Sanderson Park. There’s a music festival today, which means plenty of food carts.” “Oh, that sounds fun,” Irina licked her lips, her hand idly patting her belly. “I’ll have to see if I can’t swing by there after I’m done with classes today.” “We can’t promise we won’t eat everything first,” Fiona joked, but with her and her bestie April both well over 1,000 pounds it was at least partly aspirational. But if they didn’t clean out all the food carts Irina would decimate what was left. A semester of teaching two Food Appreciation classes, always leading by example when it came to savoring food and trying different variations of the same dish, as well as with habitual eating and incorporating four regular meals into her daily life, had turned Irina into a 1,900-pound mammoth. She was over twice as heavy as when the semester had started, unquestionably the fattest teacher in the entire school. With her belly resting on a padded cradle that rolled around of her waddling legs and her onsie body-suit looking stretched no matter how large she made it, Irina had become like a second mascot for the school. And her students were in a league of their own as well. Fiona and April had been in her FA course the previous semester, both finishing in the 600-pound range but now hooked on eating often and to excess. Gaining another 400 pounds in a few months was unique compared to the rest of the student body, but it was pretty standard among the students who had passed under Irina’s influence. This semester’s students weren’t any different. Already a good chunk of them (almost a third across both classes) had outdone most of the students from the fall semester when it came to the weight they had gained, with several bigger than April and Fiona and only getting bigger. ‘Though they had been big to start with,’ Irina thought to herself, reaching her afternoon FA class and noticing how little empty space the classroom had compared to the start of the semester. Even the smallest student was nearing 500 pounds, up from under 200, while the biggest had moved onto not one reinforced chair but two, a milestone even most adults didn’t reach. One of the older teachers had commented to Irina a while back that it seemed every new year of students was pudgier than the last. Well, each graduating class was certainly going to be fatter than the one before if Irina had anything to say about it. Developing a taste for a variety of cuisines was still the class’s objective, but the blonde blob couldn’t hide how she saw her students’ overeating as an act of patriotism to be lauded. Just as she had the previous semester, Irina’s true sense of accomplishment as a teacher came from how well they had all taken to excessive eating as regular habit. Seeing them swell fatter was remarkable, but it was knowing that they were all obliterating their calorie requirements and putting as much energy back into the city-state’s infrastructure as four or five people that made her proud. In her mind they all deserved A’s simply for the enthusiasm they brought to each class’s binge-fest, and with the spring semester coming to an end she was looking ahead to the fall, wondering how well the next classes of students would prove themselves. * “Are you sure you’re still up for teaching?” “Of course,” Irina said, taking another bite of her roast duck. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I dunno. I would have thought at some point it would become too much of a job, combining eating and teaching at the same time.” Jenny Ireland, one of the school’s chemistry teachers, was adept at switching between the two activities. At nearly 800 pounds she was one of the heavier members of the school staff, but at more than a decade older than Irina her weight was the result of regular overeating, not committed gorging. Like most teachers she kept her snacking and her teaching distinct, maintaining what she felt was a professional decorum by not eating in the midst of educating her students. “Plus, at your size...” “My size is hardly a hindrance,” Irina rolled her eyes. Why did everyone think that becoming so large she needed a mobility vehicle was some sort of handicap? If Jenny could treat her anti-grav anklets like an everyday accessory, why not a couch on wheels? That was one of the benefits of Aditropolis, wasn’t it? Technology was advancing to handle any problem or obstacle and pave the way to utopia. It didn’t matter if Irina grew to double her current size, reaching a full five tons; she would still be in perfect health, living her best life. “In fact, I’m proud of my size. Do you know how much energy I’m producing for the state?” “I’m sure it’s a phenomenal number,” Jenny said, suitably impressed. “Which is another question: do you even need to be working at this point? Aren’t you generating so much excess energy that you could have anything you would want for free?” “Pretty much. My new house is almost paid for, and it’ll only take a year – maybe less – to get all the smart devices added in as well.” “So you’ll just spend all day sitting at home, letting the robots feed you?” Jenny smirked. “No!” she protested. At that exact moment a robotic limb popped up behind Irina’s shoulder and pulled a bowl of macaroni and cheese with ham out of the matter compiler built into her mobility device and held it in front of her. The universe was having a bit of a laugh, but it didn’t deter her. Taking the bowl and ladling up a large spoonful, she continued “I’m not some turgid blob, Jenny. I’m a productive member of society, I have an active social life.” “You’ve mentioned that,” Jenny said; now it was her turn to roll her eyes, the married woman having heard enough stories about Irina’s dating life. “And I’m still a teacher at heart,” the 5,200-pound woman asserted. “I love seeing the kids grow as people, maturing and expanding their horizons. “Besides,” she added after a couple more spoonfuls, “at my size I’d be eating most of the day away anyway. This way I get to do that and give back to the community.” “If that’s your view of things,” Jenny shrugged. “I guess I’m projecting. I wouldn’t mind being able to retire, or at least take a semester or two off, have some time to myself.” “Oh, I can’t even do that. I’ve got the three FA classes next semester, and the school board has signed off on my proposal for an FA 2 elective.” “Yowza. So you’re going to get a bunch of students coming back for more gorging? And probably the biggest ones.” “Probably. I’ve already mentioned the possibility of the class to my current students and more than a few called dibs if it happens.” “I guess that new building can’t come soon enough. As big as you are and as big as your students are you’ll probably need a gymnasium to fit all of you.” It wasn’t too outlandish. Irina’s growth had been the most visible transformation at the school, but she had also been an influence on quite a number of students. Not only had her workload shifted to teaching four FA courses and only one Government/Law class, but this previous semester Irina had also stepped in to take over a study hall period; it didn’t take long for the period to become a de facto mealtime, with not only Irina but the students all eating straight through the 50 minutes. This had been another factor in her still speedy gaining, but it was also another opportunity for her habits to rub off on more students. From a handful of students in her first FA course reaching supersized status before graduation there were now at least 30 approaching or passing the four digit mark on their scale each semester. And not all of them were Irina’s students. It was still rare enough to not draw attention, but it was more common now than it had been a couple years ago that friends of Irina’s students were hit with a secondhand form of influence as those in an FA course carried their newfound overeating habits into their day to day life. Eating meal-sized snacks and family-sized meals while studying with friends or hanging out at the mall or water park had the side-effect of throwing off their companions’ frame of reference for a ‘proper-sized’ dish, inspiring them to go for extra portions or more frequent snacks. This in turn raised their appetites, causing them to get fatter and thus hungrier, and in time they were eating much more than before out of their own habit. Not to mention the students, because there were some, who were actively trying to keep up with their friends. They might not have been able to articulate it, but some kids who saw their friends gaining hundreds of pounds (with an appetite to match) were driven to try to stay in step. Getting full too early or begging off a trip to the buffet would single them out, so it was easier to push themselves to eat more. And the Food Appreciation 2 course was only going to accelerate all this. When the next semester rolled around interest in the new class was so great that the school administrators had to choose between excluding some of the people signing up or somehow accommodating all 52 applicants. The choice was ultimately made to split them all into two FA 2 classes, and while Irina was offered the chance to cut one of her four FA 1 periods the multi-ton woman couldn’t allow that. Interest in her class had been growing in leaps and bounds over the past few years, each semester seeing more students signing up. So to accommodate a six-class workday (more than any of the other teachers, though she wasn’t going to complain) Irina gave up her last Government/Law class. It was overdue, really; her enthusiasm for the subject hadn’t waned, but Irina’s ability to concentrate on her lectures without stopping to snack or guzzle another shake was gone. If all she was going to do was play educational videos then was she really needed there at all? Introducing Food Appreciation 2 did pose another problem: where to get enough space to fit an almost three-ton teacher and more than two dozen students who had an average weight of 1,600 pounds. Aditropolis was designed to serve an obese population, but Irina’s impact on the student body had created a noticeable subset of ultra-sized individuals. Jenny’s joke turned out to be the actual solution: setting the class up in the gymnasium. Four industrial-sized matter compilers were set up in the makeshift classroom, enough to replicate a restaurant’s daily food production each hour and thus match the demands of 27 people at a time gorging to their heart’s content. And gorge they did. In her Food Appreciation 1 courses Irina was encouraging her students to eat a lot from the start, but in FA 2 it was redundant for her to make any comments about how much anyone was eating. She simply gave her lecture on the cuisine of this or that country, about the varieties of this or that dish, and her students ordered monstrously-sized samples of their own volition. But none could match Irina in appetite. Keeping her lectures short and posting most of the relevant information on the screens around the gym, the whale of a teacher demonstrated that her capacity was on another level than of her students regardless of which class it was. It could be the final period of the day, she could be coming off several hours of constant eating, but Irina would more than double what any of her students ate. Which was more impressive a feat than she may have realized, because another effect of her course’s popularity was that the most eager students, the ones who ended up growing the fattest not just within the class but beyond it – with even a number of her former students having graduated and gone off to college continuing to habitually overeat and reach ton or multi-ton sizes – often as not turned their size and capacity into major aspects of their personality. A 1,500 or 1,800 person was naturally going to be eating more (and more often) than a peer a fraction of their size, but what Irina never expected or intended was that groups of ultra-fatties would coalesce and a sense of rivalry or competition would develop within them. It was mostly among the FA 2 students, but within Irina’s first semester as just the Food Appreciation teacher students in her FA 1 classes were meeting up on weekends and afternoons to carry on eating contests, or getting weighed and comparing notes on who was fattest, who had gained the most in the last week. The overall weight gain of the student body that semester was too slight to be noticed by everyone, even as it was greater than any semester before, but among Irina’s students it was more dramatic than ever. And it didn’t go unnoticed entirely, but for all the issues of the rising expenditure of raw feed for the matter compilers and having to swap out chairs and desks grown too small (not to mention the entire matter of turning the gym into a classroom and reshuffling the sumo team’s training schedule) the school administration was content with the fattening trend. Irina’s work and the positive effects it was having on the students was not only appreciated but lauded by the DOE, who gave her a special commendation in recognition of how the households of her students had produced a record energy surplus thanks to their weight and consumption habits. So Principal Banks and his crew were happy enough to let Irina carry on as she was, inconveniences aside. There was, every semester, one or two people who wondered aloud how long she could carry on or would want to. Three tons was unprecedented for a teacher, or for most jobs in general, and wouldn’t she get tired of having to interrupt her eating to deliver her lectures at some point? Not at three tons. Not at four. Not at five. By the time Irina was passing 10,000 pounds, reaching a size less than one percent of all citizens of Aditropolis, past or present, had ever reached, the questioning stopped. Sitting on a mattress-sized mobility vehicle, surrounded by a belly and butt and hips all spreading out and almost overflowing the edges, spending most of her non-teaching time sucking on a hose that fed her pureed food, tended to by several robotic arms that served her food and massaged and cleaned her, Irina had become an institution of the school in just a few short years. With now multiple graduating classes having spent their entire high school life seeing her waddle and then motor around the school grounds it had become difficult for many to imagine the school without her. Semester by semester passed, year by year passed. Irina continued to eat, teach and grow fatter, reaching the top one-tenth of one percent of the city-state’s population in terms of size. With her ambient energy production rivaling an old school power plant her fortune was extraordinary. She had moved houses twice in several years, now occupying a mansion with an oceanview and the latest smart-house upgrades in every room; though she really only needed a living room/bedroom and a shower facility large enough to bathe a couple elephants, the robotic upgrades she required to keep her fed and cleaning every roll and fold of her was extensive. She didn’t have to teach, but she loved inspiring her students to expand their palates and to eat more all the time, and she loved hearing from her previous students and seeing how much of her had rubbed off on them. Not long after she passed her sixth ton she started getting video mail and messages from her earliest students, now beginning to graduate from college. It was amazing to see the young men and women who had left her class weighing 700 or 800 pounds now settled firmly into immobility at 3,000 or 4,000 pounds, a couple weighing over three tons. And to see so many of them going into lines of work like chef or food critic was icing on the cake. How could she think about retiring now?
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