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"President Piggy" - An Exclusive Cut
🕑 Added 2024-08-14 15:32:32 +0000 UTCWell, you know when I give away a draft that's over 3,000 words, the final product is going to be big. And this is big. This story comes out to over 7,700 words and believe it or not, I still think there's plenty of room for thousands of more words worth of weight gain content if this wins the vote for an extended cut.
Would you believe I still have one more sorority swells story left to go? That should hopefully be done this weekend
For now...
Enjoy!
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“This can’t be happening.”
Megan was once again struggling with the button on her shorts. Her belly pudge was currently preventing her from even being able to get the zipper started. As she tried to force the button shut, Megan’s belly butter oozed out from underneath, filling the gap created by the useless zipper while also spilling over the waistband up top.
Fat was spilling out of everywhere.
Megan’s t-shirt wasn’t supposed to be this tight, but here it was riding up as she struggled to button her shorts, fully exposing her muffin top. Her love handles wobbled just like her belly as she continued to struggle. As she bounced up and down, it was clear that Megan’s butt cheeks had more bounce to them than before. Her thighs which were now lacking in tone quivered as she staggered about and her heavier, saggier breasts swung side to side until she eventually collapsed onto her bed in a huff. Her entire body shook like jello and then settled down as she slammed her hands against the mattress and screamed.
How had she let herself get this way?
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Late August…
As the sorority girls began to gather back at the house after the summer away, Audrey realized she had a problem.
Megan was back.
Of course, that was expected, although Audrey had dreamed about Megan blowing up with so much fat over the summer that she would be too humiliated to show her face and would just become a fat loser dropout working some dead end job somewhere, she didn’t actually think that was going to happen. But the reality that she got was far worse than she expected.
Megan was fit again.
She showed up on campus wearing outrageously short shorts that clung to her perfectly sculpted ass cheeks and a crop top that showcased her glistening abs and had a neckline that featured her generous cleavage. If anything, Megan was hotter than ever. And she was not happy to see the shape that most of the other sorority sisters were in.
“Piggies. All I see is piggies,” spat Megan as she glared at any of the sorority sisters that had less than perfectly trim waistlines, oinking at them as they passed.
Audrey watched as Megan took special notice of Daphne, her favorite frequent victim. Megan walked right up to Daphne and pulled one of her favorite moves, reaching down with both hands and grabbing onto the thicker lower roll of Daphne’s blubbery belly which, of course, was hanging out from under her shirt.
“Look at this gut!”
Daphne was frozen as Megan proceeded to wobble her gut with both hands, weighing it like her hands were scales. Megan felt the flesh ooze between her slender fingers as she considered just how immensely fat Daphne had become.
“This feels even heavier than last year.”
The fact that Megan could tell that with such certainty from her previous inspections of Daphne’s bloated figure brought a tear to Daphne’s eye, but she was powerless to say anything.
“It is heavier isn’t it? I knew it. You’re disgusting. You didn’t even try to lose weight, did you? This is all bloated pig fat, and it’s all your fault. You’re pathetic. You used to have abs! You used to be slim and sexy and someone I would have considered for my little. You could have been the future of this sorority, but now? Now you’re just a fat, lazy, piggish mess. Your arrogance and stupidity got you the title of Freshman Piggy and you’ve done nothing to lose it since. It’s so sad, you fat loser. You should be ashamed of this jelly belly, you fat wad. You’re like melted gum, just a blob of fat. That doesn’t sicken you? It sickens me. We might as well have just kept the costume and made you wear it year round. Get out of my sight. Go waddle off and stuff your face somewhere like you want to.”
Megan looked over Daphne’s fat shoulder at a pair of sophomore sorority sisters who seemed to have had a bit too indulgent of a summer.
“I have to figure out what I’m going to do with this whole house before everyone ends up looking like you, Piggy.”
As Megan went off to bark at the slightly less than perfectly trim sophomores, Daphne and Audrey shared a glance.
They didn’t say anything to each other at the moment, but they knew what had to be done.
Megan had to be made fat again, and she had to get so fat that there was no way for her to turn back.
That night the cabal of chubby chicks met for the first time. The group was kept small at first lest anyone less than perfectly trustworthy make it in only to then spill their secrets to the others until they ended up tipping Megan off to their plans and ruining everything.
Those plans started simply, if Megan wanted to complain about them being fat girls, they were going to be the fattest girls they could be. They planned to lean into the stereotypes to make sure there was plenty of fattening food to tempt Megan with, plenty of snacks left around for her to mindlessly graze on, and if a few other sisters felt the pinch of their pants as a result- well, the cabal wasn’t concerned with collateral damage.
It was at this first meeting that the chubby cabal also decided to take their first risk and reach out to their first key ally, Stacy.
Stacy was Rho Eta Alpha Tau’s House Mother, a former PHAT girl herself who was now a rather fat woman and another person often subject to Megan’s putdowns. She had just as much stake as the others to see Megan taken down, and she had access to a few key things to make that happen. Stacy was in charge of managing the house’s needs which included keeping the kitchen and pantry well stocked, so that took care of making sure the house was overloaded with snacks, and Stacy also sometimes cooked for the girls which would make it easier to start slipping extra ingredients into Megan’s food.
Most importantly, Stacy controlled the laundry. This meant that after a few of the sisters ended up with clothes that legitimately shrunk in the wash, including Megan, it would be far easier to disguise things when it wasn’t waistbands shrinking but Megan’s waistline expanding. The sisters were also confident that they could find some way to swap out some of Megan’s clothes to secretly size things up and keep Megan unaware of how much weight she was gaining for a reasonable amount of time, and by then hopefully Megan would be filled with enough bad habits that her downward spiral would be self sustaining.
Of course, the chubby cabal was not satisfied. While they enjoyed musing about Megan’s future and imagining out loud how fat she would get, they knew they needed to temper their expectations. Tempting snacks and slipping a little extra butter and cream into her meals was only ever going to do so much. They would need something bigger if they were going to really see some results, something that they hadn’t thought of yet.
And that opportunity presented itself two weeks later.
Megan stood before the room full of PHAT girls like Patton before the army. Complete with riding crop, she paced from side to side on a small stage that had been erected in the house’s common room, a portable number for events such as this, and as she paced she looked at each and every sister, looked them up and down and shook her head.
“Alright, Fatsos. Listen up. This sorority’s reputation has taken a real hit the last couple of years. When I was a freshman, being in Rho Eta Alpha Tau really meant something. It meant that we were all striving for perfection, beauty and brains together. But that beauty part, well I’m just going to say it, ladies, you’ve really let yourselves go.”
A murmur came over the crowd as more than a few hands moved to softer bellies.
“Through the years, we’ve had a few bad influences, a few ladies in here who seem to think that turning themselves into obese hogs has been acceptable, and worse they’ve taken others down with them. Like Mindy. You all know Mindy. Mindy was a hot freshman with me, and then she became a fat freshman, and look at what she’s done to poor Yolanda, turning her into a cow too.”
All eyes turned to Mindy and Yolanda who were arm and arm, fleshy love handles pressed against one another. Mindy had been in the process of feeding Yolanda one of the fresh zeppole she had just purchased from the Italian Sausage and Peppers cart nearby, and both of their noses were covered with powder and they turned to look at the crowd and felt the scornful gaze turn upon them. Mindy, for her part, just took that zeppole and shoved the entire thing into her mouth, something that drew a small whimper out of Yolanda until Mindy assured her that there was more in the bag.
“Mindy used to be so mini, and now she’s a bloated mess. But she’s not the only one. Daphne and Audrey, get up here.”
Daphne and Audrey were shoved up to the stage. They waddled up and turned around to face the crowd while wearing outfits that could not completely contain their bellies.
“Look at these piggies,” spat Megan as she pressed the tip of the riding crop into Daphne and Audrey’s fat, prodding it, smacking it. She even used it to slide through the fold where Daphne’s double belly split and then circled and poked her deep belly button.
“Daphne should be disgusted with herself. Two years ago, she was our Freshman Piggy. We spent the year fattening her up to teach her some kind of lesson about vanity and arrogance or whatever, and yeah, it was a lot of fun for us. But what lesson did Daphne learn? Certainly not how to diet. She hasn’t done shit to lose any weight since, and in fact, she has clearly continued to balloon. Once a pig, always a pig.”
Megan grabbed Daphne’s gut with one hand and shook it for everyone to see. Daphne suddenly had flashbacks to the displays she was put through as the Freshman Piggy, and tears welled in her eyes. While she maybe deserved it then, she had certainly served her time, taken her punishment, and didn’t deserve this kind of treatment.
Next, Megan turned her attention back to Audrey, smacking the riding crop against her belly and making it jiggle. The sudden sensation of the riding crop smacking against her blubbery belly made Audrey jump which in turn made her entire body wobble.
“Look at this supersized super senior. Disgusting. And she did it all herself too. Audrey here managed to dodge the freshman fifteen, but then she got herself stuck with some fat tutor her sophomore year, and I guess that fat rubbed off on her, and she hasn’t looked back since. She’s just gotten fatter, and fatter and fatter. What a gross, weak, pathetic, cow.”
Megan left Audrey quivering in anger and turned back toward the crowd.
“And it’s not just them. While they’re the worst offenders, everyone here has let themselves go a bit thanks to last year’s influence by Kayla, our terrible party planner who, thanks to her stoner boyfriend, loaded us up with calories and got us all pigging out. And I’ll admit, that even I packed on the pudge a bit, put on a few party pounds, but unlike the rest of you, I have discipline, I have dedication.”
She lifted up her shirt to reveal her abdominal muscles, muscles that Audrey couldn’t help but notice, and maybe just hope, that a little bit of butter had found its way onto muscles that had been just a little bit more defined that first day back on campus when Audrey had seen them in a crop top.
“I’m slim. I’m sexy. I’ve got abs again because I was willing to put in the work. And that’s what we’re all going to do. We’re going to get together and put in the work. Gym time, diets, and weekly weigh-ins starting right now. Get on the scales, fatties.”
Megan turned to Audrey and Daphne.
“Starting with you two.”
It was a humiliating evening for pretty much everyone, even the ones who had only put on a few pounds, even the ones that previously hadn’t considered that they might have a weight problem. Megan was extra critical of everyone as she had her pledge and soon to be little, Jocelyn checking the scale and writing down numbers. It was a disheartening experience.
But once Megan went on another rant about diets, gym time, and protein… Audrey couldn’t help but get a devilish idea, an idea that she was certain would really help put the pedal down when it came to plumping Megan up.
Audrey dared to dream that night of a chubby Megan, a Megan self-consciously trying to pull down her shirt to cover a pot belly that was jiggling as she fought against it. Audrey watched as Megan’s belly grew bigger and popped the button on her shorts. Megan struggled with it, grunting, jumping, starting to work up a sweat, and finally getting the button done up just in time for the back of her pants to tear. The rip in Megan’s shorts practically blew out the entire seat and revealed the sad looking granny panties that Megan was now forced to wear because of her larger rump instead of the sexy underwear she had always preferred.
As soon as Megan’s chubby hands flew back to cover her ripped shorts, the button on her shorts popped again, and this time it shot straight off and made a very satisfying ping off the wall. Megan fell to her knees with her thunder thighs and muffin top quivered as she hit the ground.
Audrey loved this defeated Megan, this humiliated, self-conscious and obedient Megan, ready to be fed and fattened further. She brought over a pot of mac and cheese, and, just like she used to do with Daphne when she was the Freshman Piggy, she took the mac and cheese and fed Megan spoonful after spoonful until she decided the spoon wasn’t good enough. She joined Megan on her knees with the pot of mac and cheese on the floor. Then with one hand she began to scoop out the mac and cheese and hand feed Megan like she was feeding a pig at the petting zoo. With her free hand she reached down and began to shake the fat on Megan’s belly, pinching it, pulling on it, and then kneading it as Megan’s belly grew thicker with each handful of mac and cheese that Audrey fed her.
That blubbery belly grew heavier in Audrey’s hand. She could feel the fat oozing through her fingers and spilling over the palm as if it was one of Megan’s bloated ass cheeks spilling over the edge of a seat. And Audrey knew Megan’s cheeks were getting chunkier. She could hear the tearing of the shorts until even the waistband gave up and the tattered remains of that skimpy article of clothing shot off of Megan’s fattened figure. Megan’s entire body was obese and jiggly now as Audrey continued to feed her. Audrey loved the way Megan’s fatter face formed a dopey double chin every time she obediently opened her mouth to take in another helping of mac and cheese. She loved the way Megan’s wide, submissive doe eyes told her how much she wanted to stop, how much she didn’t want to be fattened, and yet how much she couldn’t stop eating, how much she wanted more and more.
Megan sucked the cheese sauce from Audrey’s fingers just as her fat flabby ass cheeks sucked in the back of Megan’s granny panties, ripping and swallowing it up as they became even more bulbous. She began to snort like the greedy pig that she was, clearly hungry for more food which Audrey was more than happy to provide.
Audrey took her hand, still covered in the remnants of mac and cheese, and shoved it into a big chocolate cake. She then slammed that cake into Megan’s face, stuffing her mouth full of it and making sure to smear plenty of chocolate against her already cheese covered chubby cheeks. Megan oinked for more, and more was what she got. Audrey fed her handful after handful of decadent cake with one hand while using the other to bounce Megan’s flab up and down.
Then Audrey dumped the cake into a big trough and filled that trough with heavy cream and chocolate syrup and made Megan stuff her face into the slurry. Megan oinked and did as she was told, digging into the dessert slop with reckless abandon all while Audrey spanked her ever growing ass. Megan oinked as he ate, each oink fell in rhythm with the timing of Audrey’s hands slapping against cellulite covered ass cheeks, and each spank sent the fat that covered Megan’s entire body shaking.
Megan’s fat made a satisfying slapping sound over and over and over again that soon transitioned into the sound of Audrey's alarm clock.
It was the first of many dreams that Audrey and the rest of the chubby cabal would have about fattening Megan, and sharing them throughout the year would go a long way to keeping them motivated.
But three weeks into their plan to fatten Megan, and fresh off of another humiliating weigh-in session, the chubby cabal was in need of more concrete ideas to keep them motivated before their whole plan fell apart.
The first couple pounds that slipped their way back onto Megan’s frame went unnoticed by everybody but the most eagle-eyed of sorority sisters, which, thankfully, did not include the arrogant Megan who was very certain that she had regained her perfection and could never falter again. It did however go noticed by those who were looking for it, namely the members of the chubby cabal.
“Her pants are getting tight,” whispered Daphne.
“Don’t get cocky about it,” whispered Chloe, who was already back on her latest diet and quite happy to see her own pants loosening.
At the next meeting, Audrey gave a more detailed description of Megan’s gain, tempered some expectations, and addressed the next key steps to the plan.
“We need Jocelyn,” noted Audrey.
“If we have Jocelyn, we can get her to swap out Megan’s protein shakes to something even higher calorie. We can get her to suck up to Megan and trick her into eating more, and most importantly, we can get her to rig the scale and keep Megan in the dark for longer. She’s the key.”
“She’s also Megan’s little,” responded Mindy with a bit of trepidation.
“If we go to her now, she’s likely to squeal to Megan, and then we’ll never turn Megan into a squealer herself.”
Mindy chuckled at her own pig joke, and Audrey just shook her head.
“I’ve been working her since that first weigh-in. I think she sees what a nightmare Megan has been and will be, and she’ll help us bring her down. It’s a risk, but if we don’t take it now, we might as well not bother going forward; we’ll never see real progress.”
It was agreed that Audrey would talk to Jocelyn and see if she was in.
And luckily, Jocelyn was in. She was in all the way. She was in fact so eager and so in that she was already about to start switching out the protein powder on Megan already. With her presence, the chubby cabal had its skinniest member, and Megan was set on the road to ruin.
The switching of the protein powders worked like a charm, and with Jocelyn in play, she was also more easily able to flatter and convince Megan to indulge in sweets, snacks, and seconds. Flattery was Megan’s biggest weakness, along with the arrogance to believe that she was perfect, so it was remarkably easy to manipulate the woman who was so confident in her own control.
The pounds started to creep up, but manipulating the scale during weigh-ins kept Megan thinking that she was right where she should be. In fact, she grew even more emboldened as it became clear that pretty much everyone was also losing weight or at least not getting any worse. Any small moments where her weight was seen creeping up where written off as normal weight fluctuation, temporary, nothing to be concerned about. At worst, those moments led to an extra hard session in the gym… and an extra protein shake or two.
And it all worked until the middle of October when Megan ripped a pair of pants.
More specifically, it was her second pair of ripped pants in two weeks, and this pair was something she knew she hadn’t put in the laundry for quite a while. Something was wrong, and that something was the sudden fear that she had actually gained weight, and not just a little weight.
She had gained pants ripping weight.
That sent her to her closet in need of confirmation. She fished out the one thing she knew hadn’t been to the laundry in over a month, the shorts she wore that first day back on campus.
And well….
That’s how she got here.
“Goddamnit!”
With a final jump and tug, the shorts gave up and gave out. The back ripped loudly, and Megan’s finger popped off the button as she nearly got it into its hole. The shorts had officially given up the ghost and were soon sent to their grave, the part of the floor where the two other pairs of ripped pants now lay, a sad and sobering sight. Having discarded the pants, all that was left for Megan was to toss her tubby body onto her bed, flab quaking and frame creaking, and cry.
It was a loud wail into deep blubbering tears. Megan’s scream cry was loud enough to alert any nearby sorority sisters, and the chubby cabal thought for sure that their plan was finished, the jig- and Megan’s jiggling- were up.
This became even more certain to them when a bellowing Megan loudly summoned Jocelyn to her room. Surely she had figured out that Jocelyn must have been messing with the scale to keep things hidden from her, and she must then have figured out that Jocelyn was also messing with her protein shakes and tricking her into eating more. Poor Jocelyn was about to be crucified.
Audrey could hear muffled yelling from the stairs and didn’t dare go any further. Instead, she waited and caught Jocelyn on her way down.
“What happened?” she asked.
Slowly, Jocelyn’s very serious face stretched into a devilish grin.
“I convinced her to have a slice of cake to calm down.”
That clever girl hadn’t just gotten away with it, she had convinced Megan that the scale must have always been broken. She also managed to convince Megan that the weight wasn’t really that bad, that she could work it off easily with more time in the gym (meaning more protein shakes), and that she should in fact, take it easy and calm herself with some dessert since she would be able to work it off later anyway. Megan had bought it hook line and sinker, and soon Jocelyn was on her way back up the stairs with an extra large slice of chocolate cake smothered in whipped cream and a large glass of half and half to wash it down with.
Megan ate and drank it all without a second thought, calming herself with the knowledge that she would soon be back to work reclaiming her perfect figure, and in the meantime she would be able to disguise her figure issues with the help of an old friend.
Although she hated doing it, Megan had no choice but to reach for her girdle.
It stung, to humble herself like that, strapping her chubby back into the girdle that she was once certain she was rid of forever, and she couldn’t help but think back to what she had once told Chloe: “Once a fatty, always a fatty.” Was that why she was gaining weight again? And did she know it was doomed to happen too? Was that why she had held onto the girdle for so long after seemingly never needing it again?
Megan wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the empty chocolate stained plate that matched her softer chocolate stained cheeks. She had eaten the cake so fast, so… piggishly, that she had made a mess of her face. But it didn’t matter. She deserved that cake. She needed that cake, and next she needed to get her body back into shape and continue to project an aura of strength and perfection. So she stuffed her fat tummy into the girdle and slid herself back into some pants that otherwise would not have fit.
Needless to say, weekly weigh-ins stopped being a thing.
The close call merely doubled the chubby cabal’s resolve to keep going. Although their plan had almost been discovered, the fact they had gotten away with it so far made them even more confident that their plan was sure to work and even more eager. The fact that Jocelyn had introduced Megan to comfort eating so easily, and the fact that Megan was clearly slipping back into her girdle as a vain attempt to disguise her weight gain were definitely both things that the cabal wanted to take full advantage of as a means of making Megan that much fuller.
And that’s what brought them to Halloween.
For the next phase of their plan, the chubby cabal knew they needed to secure the help of Tabitha, the sorority’s newest party planner, and, after a few parties under Megan’s annoying demands, that became easy to do. So by the time the Halloween party arrived, everyone’s favorite foods were back on the menu, and Tabitha and Jocelyn convinced Megan that things were really being replaced by healthier “diet options” like gluten free stuff.
(For the record, anyone with actual gluten allergies was let in on the plan and carefully led to their actual gluten free options.)
Come Halloween, Megan was already pigging out on plenty of candy, nervously eating because she was unsure of how well her costume might or might not fit her. She was meant to be a sexy angel. Originally, she bought a sexy devil costume, but with the cut of the leotard closer to a one piece bikini and paired with fishnets, it didn’t do her any favors. Her ass was eating the back of the costume, and the fishnets made her thicker thighs look like tressed up hams. The angel costume was still cute and the skirt was quite a bit more forgiving for her ass and thighs. Of course, the cinched waist of the costume was heavily reliant on the strength of Megan’s girdle.
And Megan’s girdle was getting tired of carrying all the weight.
It didn’t help that by the time she was slipping into the girdle, she was already slightly heavier than when she first wore it. In three weeks, she had also put on a significant amount of weight thanks to the comfort eating spiral she was on after the pants ripping incident. So the girdle was really straining, but she had no choice but to stick with it.
The party was full of delicious food, and while Megan tried to avoid as much of it as possible, sticking to snacking lightly on the “healthy” options. But a few drinks in meant that Megan was suddenly far more susceptible to suggestion, and Jocelyn was right there to suggest all the ooey gooey goodies that Megan should try. So she did. And some of those treats made Megan even hungrier, a nasty little trick. So Megan, who began to feel self-conscious about how much she was eating, let that self-consciousness feed into her shame cycle and led to her eating more and more food. The alcohol that she was drinking also made her rather clumsy which in turn meant that her perfectly white angel costume did not stay perfectly white.
It made for some hilarious pictures of Megan with her chubby face full of junk food and her costume covered with stains of various kinds. She looked like quite the naughty little piglet. And things got even funnier once Jocelyn noticed that Megan’s girdle was so tight, and her dress was so sheer, that she could see where the girdle was strapped in the back.
With the practiced misdirection of a skilled street hustler, Jocelyn handed Megan another plate of food with one hand while slipping the other behind Megan’s back.
It only took the loosening of one strap to cause the complete structural failure of the entire girdle.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Megan ate the big second helping of cake that Jocelyn had just handed her, too drunk and blissfully unaware of what was happening. But everyone else around her watched with great amusement as Megan’s greedy belly began to balloon out in front of them in real time. It was like everything that had seen the hypocritical Megan indulge in during the last two months had all showed up on her frame at once.
Her belly inflated now free from its confines, and as the girdle slid downward, it was clear that Megan had grown all around. It wasn’t just that her gut was now surging forward, she also had thick love handles that in an instant erased the illusion of her trim waist and stretched out the fabric of the dress. Megan’s breasts, no longer given the extra support that the specially designed girdle was providing, seemed to deflate slightly and sag heavily. Megan, still messily munching on cake, remained unaware of what was happening.
Until she heard the ripping of her dress. And the sound of the girdle hitting the floor. Followed by the laughter.
All the laughter.
There was a loud chorus of laughter that brought Megan to her senses, and then she stood there like a deer in headlights as people took more photos and videos. Finally, she dropped the cake, but she did so in a way that it just came tumbling out of her hand. Had she thrown it like she was suddenly repulsed by it, things would have been better. But, because she just dropped it, it fell out of her hands and brushed against her bloated belly further staining the dress as it tumbled down and landed with a splat on her high heeled shoe. It made for some great pictures and an even greater amount of humiliation.
Audrey would have been pissed. She was ready to stalk over to Jocelyn and give her a piece of her mind. While this was indeed a hilarious and very fun moment, Halloween was not meant to be the time to expose Megan. It wasn’t what the cabal wanted. Jocelyn had seen her shot and called an audible, and now it was going to ruin the entire long term plan. Megan was surely going to hop right back into the gym and double time it, probably starve herself to get the weight off, and then she would never be susceptible to her plans again. She was going to yell all of this to Jocelyn.
She was going to do that… until she saw what happened next.
Now, nobody meant to hurt Megan. It’s just that, as she ran away in a blind panic, she happened to run into Daphne, dressed in a pumpkin costume in a misplaced attempt at embracing body positivity, who happened to be waddling down the stairs. Megan quite literally ran into Daphne's big blubbery belly, and that big blubber belly bounced Megan and caused her to suddenly stagger backward. The sudden change in speed and direction, paired with Megan's shoe being slicked with cake, caused Megan to fall, twist, and sprain her ankle.
“Watch where you’re going, fat ass.”
Daphne just couldn’t resist, and she enjoyed the chorus of laughter that once again sprung up after her ironic comment.
The whole thing was a dizzying experience for Megan, and she was likely too drunk and too concerned with the laughter and the fact that her fall had caused her to rip her costume even more to notice the damage she had done to her ankle, and she definitely aggravated things by running up the stairs and throwing herself onto her messy bed in tears.
That ankle sprain did mean no more gym time. The humiliation of the Halloween party meant a lot more comfort eating. And the destruction of the girdle meant that the pounds that Megan kept piling on were on full display for all to see. Yes, Megan’s fall had been quite literal and the Halloween party had revealed it to all.
But there was still so much farther to go.
And things happened pretty quickly after that.
It was such a joy for the chubby cabal to see Megan laid up in bed with her swollen ankle while the rest of her continued to swell from all the junk food that she was eating. Jocelyn had managed to convince her to continue to drink the “healthy” protein shakes as a way to help her body recover, and she even helped Megan exercise in bed, giving her useless free weights to use to create the illusion of meaningful activity. But the main activity that Megan was doing was eating. This eating was driven by her emotional need to seek food as comfort and the fact that Jocelyn had gotten her some “vitamin supplements” that were really just appetite enhancers. The sisters watched Megan stuff herself like a Thanksgiving turkey right before sending her home to her critical parents.
Thanksgiving was another humiliating affair for Megan with her family aghast by the amount of weight she had gained. She told Jocelyn all about it, who of course was eager to tell the chubby cabal the entire story along with the reaction Jocelyn’s own sister had to Megan’s fatter figure.
Jocelyn had really grown close to the chubby girls during this semester, and as a result of that friendship, and her dedication to fattening up Megan, she had grown quite a bit herself. The slim and stereotypically pretty freshman had gained a little bit more than the freshman fifteen, and she was starting to truly look like she belonged with the rest of the chubby cabal. (Although she was still the thinnest by far, she was looking like she could be swapping weights with Chloe by the end of the year.) Megan probably would have been very mean about her little becoming less little by the day were it not for the fact that she was the fatter of the two and still growing at a greater pace. Jocelyn’s sister, Sally, was far less restrained in her comments, going so far as to call Jocelyn a “chubby bunny”. This angered Jocelyn to the point that she resolved to take some of Megan’s appetite stimulants back home with her over winter break to give her sister a taste of her medicine.
But that’s a story for another day.
Megan’s story continued in much the same way, with her getting fatter. With her ankle healed and now able to return to the gym, Megan soon found herself saddled with another distraction, academics. While Megan had always been clever and cunning in social situations, she had never been the best in the classroom, and with her responsibilities as president coupled with the anxiety that came with her weight spiraling out of control, Megan had become rather neglectful of her studies. This meant that instead of going to the gym she had to spend much of her time cramming for finals, and cramming for finals meant cramming her fat face full of junk food.
The good news for Megan was that she only failed one final. The bad news was that she was far fatter by the time she was ready to ship home for winter break. She was positively bursting out of her clothing, clothing that she had already reluctantly sized up into.
The chubby cabal knew that this was the real make or break moment. If Megan was able to go home for break and get herself together, she might come back with the resolve and moment to lose weight and ruin and that would likely be the end of things. However, if she didn’t lose any weight, it would be a sign that Megan was too far gone and the chubby cabal could safely put the final stages of their plan in motion to make sure that Megan remained fat forever.
Megan did not lose weight that winter break, in fact she gained even more. She came back wearing a whole new set of clothes that was already starting to look tight on her, and Jocelyn had plenty of stories about Megan’s humiliating interactions with her former friends, including Jocelyn’s sister Sally whom Jocelyn was happy to report was taking to the appetite enhancers quite well.
The start of second semester was stressful for the senior sorority sister which of course meant that she was snacking more and more. And while Megan was still drinking the occasional protein shake, she had given up on going to the gym completely, always too stress, always too tired, always too busy. There were a litany of excuse that the woman who had turned from fitness freak to couch potato would use to justify her laziness. The protein shakes she was still drinking were meant to be healthy meal replacements, but she always just ended up having large meals anyway. Her greedy stomach craved food all the time.
It was just after February break that the chubby cabal sprung the final stage of their plan. It was long enough to let Megan get lax enough in her presidential duties to hang herself, and Megan was called to task in front of the entire sorority house.
“Megan, we’ve had a vote, and it’s been decided that you are no longer fit to lead out sorority,” Audrey started off, making sure to emphasize the word fit.
“Over the course of this year, you’ve let things go, and the sorority is not in the shape it should be under your leadership. Let’s face it, Megan. You’ve gotten lazy and it shows.”
This time, Audrey emphasized her point by poking Megan in her bloated stomach.
“You can’t do this to me,” Megan protested, but her confidence was long since gone, and her words sounded feeble and pathetic.
“Oh yes we can. In fact, we don’t think you’re really fit to be a member of Rho Eta Alpha Tau at all anymore.”
Megan’s eyes went wide. Losing the presidency was one thing, but you be kicked out of the sorority? All her power, all her influence, her entire future was banking on being a part of this sorority, and it was all slipping away from her.
“No. Please. You can’t do that. Anything but that. I need to be a PHAT girl.”
Mindy walked over and put her hands on Megan’s fat shoulders.
“Oh, don’t worry. We had another vote and decided you can stay.”
Daphne walked over with her box in her hands. Her laughter sent a chill up Megan’s spine.
“That’s right, Megan. You can stay under one condition.”
Daphne opened up the box, and Megan nearly fainted when she saw what was in it.
It was the pig costume that Daphne had been forced to wear her freshman year. She held it out in front of Megan making sure to stretch the fabric so that Megan could get a sense of how big it was.
“It may be a little big on you right now, but don’t worry. You’ll grow into it, Piggy.”
And that’s how Megan became President Piggy. She was given a sash to wear and everything, and just like Daphne had to do her freshman year, Megan had to eat everything her sorority sisters gave her to eat in order to avoid being kicked out of the sorority, so her weight gain went into overdrive. The costume really highlighted all of this, and unlike Daphne who only had to wear it fo the year end party, Megan was forced to don the costume for every party that Rho Eta Alpha Tau threw as well as all day on Saturdays, even if she needed to leave the house, in a weekly event that was referred to as “Sow Saturdays”.
By the end of the year, Megan had surpassed even the wildest hopes of the members of the chubby cabal. She had become everything she had spent her whole life railing against, making fun of, and worse. She was truly enormous, her fat body straining the costume that in fact ripped by the end of the year and needed to be replaced with a new one, one kept purposefully tight to really highlight all of Megan’s many changes.
Megan’s breasts had grown quite a bit, something that at one point she may have been proud of, but instead they just brought her pain, mostly in the former of strain on her back. They were heavy and sagged considerably even in the strongest bras she could find. The pig costume especially did her know favors as its fabric seemed designed to keep her breasts squished down to downplay their size while still showing enough skin to display their stretch marks.
Those breasts were dwarfed, even outside the costume, by the shelf of a double belly that Megan had developed. Her saggy gut was an apron of flab, a sag of fat that everyone enjoyed poking, pinching, squeezing and playing with. This was especially the case for Daphne who loved to grab Megan’s gut by both hands and wobble it around, letting the fat ooze between her fat fingers.
“Look at this gut, Megan. It’s growing bigger than mine. You remember how much you loved making fun of my stomach, my big fat blubbery belly? How does it feel knowing that you’re going to have a bigger blubber gut than man? Here. Eat some more. I want to watch it get bigger. Come on, Piggy. Eat up. Oink. Oink.”
Below her belly, Megan’s hips had grown supremely wide, and they were matched by her massive thunder thighs, tree trunks of quivering fat that had reduced Megan’s once model quality strut to a slow and awkward waddle. They were covered in cellulite just like her titanic ass which shook with every slow step that she took. Each fat filled ass cheek seemed to move to its own rhythm, and the ass that was once so tight one could bounce a quarter off of it was now loose and sloppy filled with sagging fat that caused her blubbery butt cheeks to rest against her fat, flabby thighs, slapping against them as she moved. Those chunky clapping cheeks made quite the sound if Megan moved in just the right way while wearing her piggy costume. It was a very satisfying slap and squish to the ears of the members of the chubby cabal who had put so much effort into making Megan’s butt so big.
Even Megan’s arms grew fat and flabby. They lost any sign of definition, long buried under layers of soft, pillowy fat. She looked pathetically weak because she was pathetically weak. Her bingo wings were not good for much except lifting food to her fat face.
That face was piggish looking indeed, even when she wasn’t wearing the rubber snout that came with her pig costume. Megan’s sharp facial features were buried under her new fat ones. She had jiggling jowls and a thick, doughy double chin that merged into her thicker neck. Her chubby cheeks were now so fat that they made her eyes look beady, and even her upturned nose, once so cute, had become bloated and widened with fat making it look much more snout-like. The sisters loved to point out what a sow Megan looked like with her big fat piggish face.
At the end of the year, the PHAT girls held one last weigh-in where it was revealed that President Piggy had indeed become the fattest sister in the house. This reveal was made by much rejoicing by everyone but Megan who of course broke down in tears as the fat girls that she had once tormented teased her and played with her fat. They even threw her a great big end of year feast to celebrate her accomplishment complete with a trough full of food.
Megan had at least maintained her status as a member of Rho Eta Alpha Tau. Was all of the relentless fattening worth it?
No.
See, getting to stay a member of Rho Eta Alpha Tau did nothing to improve Megan’s grades which spiraled thanks to the distraction that her fattening had caused. All Megan could focus on was her rapidly ballooning weight and finding more food to eat, even when she was being given it by others. She would much rather stuff her face than study and as a result she had failed all of her courses. It was a disastrous ending to what was a once promising academic career.
Instead, Megan became a fat college dropout, a big fat failure. Too stressed and depressed by all that had happened, Megan never bothered to go back to school and instead went from dead end job to dead end job. While all of the other sorority sisters eventually found happiness and success, some in rather unexpected and unconventional ways, Megan remained a big fat lazy slob, a blubbering blob who had once thought she would rule the world and loved to torment others for their size.
Slim and sexy Megan had become President Piggy, the fattest woman she knew, and she lived unhappily ever after.
Comments
BS Writer
That's very fair. The thing is, dream sequences are just super easy to write, and once I've got it, it's not like I'm going to not use it. I'll often go to a transformation sequence when I'm writing something and get jammed up. So this piece was giving me a lot of writer's block because I had already written so much other stuff, and this was becoming intimidating. Doing the dream sequence really helped get my creativity flowing and led to the rest of the piece. The ending is more reflective of several things: 1. I wanted to get the piece done today and it was already far longer than any of the other stories in the collection 2. Because I know that this story has a good chance of being the one picked to be released and then get an expanded exclusive cut, I felt comfortable wrapping this up in a way knowing it would give me something to come back to and also something that I can use as a draw should I end up doing an extended cut exclusively for here and release the original on Deviant Art.
Searcher
I like the world building but I have to agree with the patron above. While you're very good at dream sequences I personally would have preferred you have cut out all that dream stuff so that it could have more story with the actual Revenge. Keep up the good work though. You're very consistent I appreciate it.
BS Writer
Did I mention Megan's family because I knew it would set up easy scenes for an extended cut? Yes. Did I also mention a subplot with Jocelyn so that if this got voted for an extended cut I would also have another short exclusive cut story that I could attach to it? Also yes.
Maxarator
Definitely need to hear more about what happened over break with Jocelyn and Meghans sisters! Good story, Meghan got what she gave
BS Writer
Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I appreciate that you took the time to comment. I totally understand the desire for more. Luckily, once all the stories are done there will be a vote for which exclusive stories get extended cuts, and I think this one is the likely favorite to win. If this does get the extended cut treatment, all of that stuff will definitely be in there and more.
Kajetan Larysz
Hey, this is one of the best stories I've read but at the end I miss more details. You know, a described party where Megan was dressed as a pig, more dialogues, and definitely more ridicule from other girls from PHAT especially Daphne and Audrey. If it was like that it would be the best story I've read in history. best regards Kajetan
