"A Fit Girl's Fat Dream"

Here's the 4,000 word prequel to "President Piggy" which will feature the ultimate downfall of Megan who has featured in several of my "Sorority Swells" stories. For now....

Enjoy!

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The fat sorority sisters of Rho Eta Alpha Tau had a big problem, and that big problem was their slim sorority president, Megan. 

Megan was an absolute terror, the kind of woman who was slim and sexy, knew it and loved to flaunt it. She was also as clever and cunning as she was cruel. Through carefully made presence, the right amount of charm at the right times and the write amount of cutting snark at others, Megan had built on an offensive of both admiration and fear and rode it to becoming the sorority president. Obviously the heavier members of the house all voted against Megan’s presidency, but unfortunately, as large as they were, they were still largely outnumbered by the slimmer ladies in the house.

And once her position as president was assured, she really went to taking the fatter PHAT girls to task. They were her big fat targets.

“Audrey, I know you’re going to be a super senior, but maybe you should put some effort into not being super fat. You look like an absolute pig and dress like a slob. It’s gross how fat you’ve gotten.”

“Mindy and Yolanda, can you two stop stuffing each other for two seconds? Just look at your guts. It’s pathetic. And the way you seem to enjoy all this? It’s disgusting, you fat weirdos.”

“Moooooove out of the way, Daphne. Your hips are so wide, you’re taking up way too much of the hallway. Your fat ass is a fire hazard, you lazy cow. Seriously, it’s a wonder you were ever once slim and sexy like me. With your gluttonous appetite, it’s hard to imagine you were ever hot. Now you’re just really sad, fat and sad… mostly FAT.”

“Jeez, Chloe. I thought you were doing so well actually losing weight, really thought you had a chance to escape being a fatty. But look at you now. You’re a big fat yo-yo on the way back up. Daphne was right when she pegged you as a fat loser back in high school. Once a fatty, always a fatty. You better be careful or you’ll end up even fatter than she is again.”

In fact, the only fat sorority sister in the house that Megan had any real fear of was Kayla, a senior and the sorority’s party planner. Kayla was both extremely proud of her big body, something she had grown over the year thanks to her boyfriend Dwayne and extremely over Megan’s pettiness. As such, she was fairly bulletproof to Megan’s cruel comments. 

In fact a perfect example of one of their typical interactions could be seen toward the end of Megan’s junior year, shortly after her election as president and right before she left for the summer. She decided she wanted to say goodbye to Kayla.

“Kayla, all these fatties are your fault. I’m so glad you’re graduating, so I don’t have to see your piggy ass anymore and I can whip everybody back into shape.”

All Kayla did in response was lean forward and whisper in Megan’s ear a phrase that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“Everyone knows you’re wearing a girdle.”

It was true. That was Megan’s deepest darkest secret. Like most people in the sorority, Megan had been affected by Kayla’s well catered parties, and when she got tired of struggling to fit into her jeans and catching side eyes and snickers aimed and her beer belly, she announced that she was going on a strict diet and exercise regimen, angrily decreed that other “lazy slobs” should and slapped on a girdle to appear like she was getting more immediate results. The fact that everybody decided not to say anything to Megan about it lest they set her off had Megan believing that everyone had just bought it. To think that people might be aware that she was actually using trickery to disguise her figure issues, stooping so low as to rely on a girdle, was something that sent Megan’s anxiety to a new high level and drove her directly into a bag of potato chips.

The last of her interactions with the heavier sorority sisters were colored by their knowledge. Several of them, like Mindy and Yolanda, she managed to avoid. When she saw Chloe, she was able to get away with the yo-yo dieting fat girl giving her nothing more than a knowing smirk.

Still, that smirk threw Megan into another bout of anxiety. What if she couldn’t control herself? What if she became a fatty just like Chloe. Wasn’t she the one that said “Once a fatty, always a fatty?” If Megan gained weight, got fat, really fat, she knew she would be stuck being a fatty, yo-yo dieting, her weight going down and then ballooning up fatter than ever. If she wanted to avoid that fate, she needed to get control of it right now.

When Megan saw Audrey, Audrey also gave her a knowing smirk but then added…

“I hope you enjoy your summer, Megan.”

Enjoy it? What did she mean by that? Was Audrey counting on Megan stuffing her face all summer and seeing her here even fatter. Audrey had been a hottie like Megan once. Megan had looked up to her. Then, Audrey began to blow up during her sophomore year. Megan remembered watching it as a horrified freshman, two in the same year, both Audrey and her fellow freshman, Mindy. One day they were fit and sexy as hell and then suddenly they were big fat fatties. Megan couldn’t let herself become like that.

And finally there was Daphne, fat Daphne, the Daphne who had once been someone Megan saw becoming her little sister, a slim and sexy vixen who had been sentenced to becoming the Freshman Piggy because of her arrogance and hadn’t done anything to stop herself from blowing up even further since then.

As Daphne waddled by Megan she gave her a little wave.

“Have a great summer, Megan.”

And then she reached down and gave Megan’s stomach a pat.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Megan’s face went white as a sheet. Had Daphne physically felt her girdle? Was she really so confident that Megan would come back to school sporting a real pot belly? Was she counting on Megan getting fat, even fatter than her? Never. NEVER! But she was mortified that the thought even entered her mind. She was more determined than ever to hit the gym.

But the gym would have to wait. First, she had to go home.

And the first thing that Megan got when she got home was an invitation to a start of summer pool party from her friend Sally. The idea of Megan being seen in a swimsuit by all of her high school friends was a nightmare to her. She wasn’t ready. She needed more time. But she was supposed to be the queen bee of their friend group. She couldn’t just not show up. People would know something was wrong. They would pounce on her weakness, gossip about her behind her back. She needed to figure out something.

Luckily, Megan would be able to justify the purchase of a new swimsuit with it being a new season. Unfortunately, she would still need to figure out what to wear, and even more unfortunately, Sally wanted to go shopping with her and bring her sister, Jocelyn. While Sally and Megan didn’t go to the same college, Jocelyn, who had just turned 18, would be attending college with Megan in the fall and was keen to join Rho Eta Alpha Tau, Megan was supposed to look out for her, so Sally saw this as a good bonding chance.

Megan saw it as the chance for prying eyes to catch sight of her figure issues and judge her. 

But Megan was good. Megan was smart. And most importantly, Megan was quick. She snatched things from the rack and made it look like she was getting her usual sizes and then slight of handing some larger ones. When she went into the dressing rooms she had three swimsuits with her.

The bikinis were right out. The first one she got, in her original size, was really more of a goal bikini in the first place, and, in her mind, she looked predictably disgusting in it. Her belly pooched over the front of the bikini, and the strings dug harshly into her sides giving her a humiliating muffin top. This would never do. It made her look far fatter than she actually was. No. Megan had to stop thinking like that. Not fatter. Fatter implied that she was fat. She wasn’t fat. She was just having some trouble. 

The second bikini was not much better, but it was at least something. Still, that something was not a thing she wanted to be seen in yet. In a few weeks it could be a number she wore to the beach, but not at this time. That left her with just the one last option, something she couldn’t believe she was resorting to.

It was a one piece, and, worse than that, it was a one piece with a belly panel to keep her sucked in. To Megan’s chagrin, it fit. And, although it was still embarrassing to wear, it at least did its job well enough to minimize the damage that a year of partying too much had done to Megan’s figure. Megan quickly got changed again and stepped out of the changing room with her swimsuits.

“Aren’t you going to model them for us?” asked Sally.

“I don’t need your approval. They fit great, look even better. Let’s go.”

With that she brought the suits and got herself home as quickly as possible.

The night before the pool party was to happen, Megan was so nervous that she stayed up far too late and, worse, ate way too much ice cream which led to a lot of tossing and turning and a horrible dream.

In the dream, Megan was gorgeous. She was back to her old self with her tight toned body that featured an ass that turned heads. It was full but so toned you could bounce a quarter of it. She had a trim waist with six pack abs, long lean legs that gave her a model quality strut and perky breasts that she would eagerly describe as the perfect size. 

And she looked amazing in her bikini.

Megan was surrounded by a crowd of people from high school, all of her friends were fawning over her, including Sally and her sister Jocelyn as well. It was an amazing feeling, one she missed. But she owned her figure now. She got to strut herself and be her typical petty, catty self. It was so amusing to pick apart even the littlest flaws of her friends.

Then she saw all the food.

It was an incredible spread, fried chicken, pizza, mac and cheese, burgers, hot dogs, french fries. It all looked so good and it was piled on more tables than Megan could count. She knew she shouldn’t but she felt like she had to. Her stomach was rumbling. 

She could feel all eyes on her, and see the shark-like grins on her friends’ faces as they egged her on, bid her to help herself. And Megan could resist forever.

She started with a hotdog, squirting a little bit of mustard and ketchup on it and taking a tentative bit, and then another, and a third. And then she was finishing the hotdog and someone was handing her another. Soon after that, she found herself with two in her hands, and before she knew it she was scarfing down hotdogs like it was Nathan’s on the Fourth of July. She couldn’t even begin to keep count of how many she ate, or how much ketchup and mustard she got on her cheeks or dropped onto her cleavage. She didn’t even know how the ketchup and mustard got there just that it was tasty.

When she finished with the hot dogs, she moved on to the burgers. The burgers were full of grease that dripped down her chin, and they were covered in cheese and topped with onions, lettuce and tomato. They were big burgers and she ate them like sliders, taking them down one after another. She wasn’t sure how many there were just that as soon as they were in her hands they were in her mouth and then in her stomach. 

And that stomach was getting bigger.

For a brief moment after finishing the plate full of burgers, Megan could see that her stomach was bloated. It pooched out over her bikini which now dug harshly into her sides as she had sprouted her love handles once again. She was looking more like what she had before falling asleep, and it was obvious that not all of the bloating from her stomach was just food. There was fat there, fresh fat that also spread throughout her body. As a whole she was softer. Her thighs had lost tone. Her arms were getting flabby. Whenever Megan ate another handful of salt french fries, something she didn’t even realize she had started doing, a double chin was forming on her softer, rounder face.

The entire large bowl of crispy, oil soaked and salt covered french fries was gone in the blink of an eye and Megan was on to the fried chicken.

Megan tore into the bucket of fried chicken with reckless abandon, covering her already food stained chubby cheeks with more greasy and the crumbs from the crispy chicken fresh. Plenty of crumbs also fell into her growing cleavage, and on occasion she stopped to fish out some of the pieces of greasy chicken that fell between her softening and sagging breasts. The chicken was as delicious as it was fattening and that same chicken was going to work chunky up her ass cheeks.

The prized butt cheeks, once so tight you could bounce a quarter of them were now chunky and covered in cellulite, sagging downward and eating the back of her bikini bottoms on their way to slap down onto her thickening thighs. Those thighs were toned but now would definitely be best referred to as thunder thighs, and the storm was getting worse with every bite.

Once the bucket of fried chicken was left with nothing but gnawed on bones, bones that had had every ounce of meat enthusiastically sucked off of them, Megan wanted to stop. Her brain was begging her to stop, but her nose was pulling her toward the smell of the pizza. It looked so good covered in all sorts of meats and extra cheese. It looked ooey, gooey, completely irresistible. She tried to stop herself, but like a woman possessed, her hands reached for the pie and pulled off a slice, bringing it up to her wide open mouth. She gently touched the tip to her tongue and led the grease slide off the slice, onto her tongue and down her throat. Then she began to deep throat the slice itself. It went down bite after bit without her mouth even opening wide. It was like feeding paper into a shredder. The next three slices went down exactly the same way.

After half the pie was done, it was clear that Megan was becoming impressively fat with a bikini that she was absolutely spilling out of. At the rate that her fat body was expanding, her bikini bottoms would be completely obscured by fat very soon. She should have stopped. She wanted to stop. But she finished the rest of the pizza first.

Then she was done. It was over-

Until she heard a voice.

“Don’t forget the mac and cheese.”

It was Daphne, fat ass Daphne in a bikini. All of the hefty PHAT girls were standing there in swimsuits. All of them looked fat as hell, and then, to Megan’s horror they all looked just as fat or less fat than she did. Daphne waddled over to her and slapped a huge spoonful of macaroni and cheese onto a plate and shoved the plate into Megan’s substantial chest.

Like a good little fat girl she took it and started to eat.

Each of the girls fed her a plate full of mac and cheese until the entire pot was gone and Megan was stuffed to the gills.

Then it was time for dessert.

First there were the cupcakes. Once again, each of the PHAT girls took a turn shoving one into Megan’s fat face. They took extra joy in making it as messy as possible, being sure to smearing icing on her lips, cheeks and nose. After they were done, Megan took over and polished off the rest of the tray by herself.

A plate of cookies went down like nothing. Megan shoved a handful of them into her mouth at a time, getting crumbs everywhere. 

After that, the swollen sorority sisters decided it was time to let Megan have it.

“Who’s the piggy now?”

“Yeah! Moo for us, you big fat cow.”

Megan tried to respond but all that came out of her mouth was-

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oink. Oink. Oink.”

Megan went to bring her hands to her mouth to silence herself but was shocked to see that when they got there, they were holding and extra large piece of cake, a piece that she couldn’t help opening her mouth wide for, cramming it in and smushing it against her lips with no care to the amount of cake that she was getting her her cheeks, chest and hands. It was all about the speed of consumption, and once that slice went down, the messy girl with the chubby chipmunk cheeks went right for a second, then a third, then a fourth.

An entire chocolate cake sat before her on a spinning display, taunting her with the chocolate covered strawberries that sat atop its decadent frosting. She plucked the large strawberries two by two and began to eat them whole, crunching down on their chocolate shells and crushing them with her teeth squirting out juice that ran down her multiple chins. Without a moment’s hesitation, Megan plowed hands first into the cake. There was no time for cutting this one into pieces. She had a primal need to feed right now, and the only time she stopped shoving handfuls of cake into her greedy mouth was to occasionally pause to suck some of the delicious chocolate icing off of her fat fingers.

Megan moaned as she ate the cake which brought another round of cheers and laughter from the gallery of girls. She couldn’t tell where the comments were coming from because she was too busy cramming down chocolate cake, but she could hear the comments. Her mouth may have been constantly filled with food, but her ears weren’t.

“I think she’s enjoying this.”

“Yeah. We know how that goes. Our piggy’s got a thing for stuffing herself here.”

“What a fun secret little kink she’s been hiding from us. What a naughty little piggy she is.”

“Such a naughty little piggy. But now here she is stuffing her face and being the big fat piggy she was always meant to be.”

“Doesn’t it feel good Megan? Doesn’t it feel good to give up control and eat eat eat. Keep pigging out and porking up, Porky.”

“Oink. Oink. Oink. Piggy! This is the most fun I’ve ever had. I love seeing you like this, Fatso!”

“You deserve this. You deserve all of this you, you fat greedy pig. You cow. You whale.”

Megan could only attempt to drown out the comments by stuffing her face with more food. Once the cake was gone, she nearly cried. She began to pant and let out a soft whine as she desperately looked around her before discovering a box of a half dozen doughnuts and an entire gallon tub of ice cream.

She reached for the box of doughnuts, but found that they were suddenly pulled away from her leaving her whining.

“Aww. She’s whining like a big fat baby. Does the big fat baby want more food?” said Kayla as she stood there waving a doughnut in the air right in front of Megan.

Megan tried to bite at the doughnut, but Kayla pulled it away.

“Oh, so close. Come on. Try again, piggy.”

Megan made for a second bite but found her teeth clacking together as Kayla gently touched the doughnut to Megan’s nose and then pulled it away again to avoid a third attempting at biting it.

“How pathetic. I’m afraid if piggy wants her doughnut, piggy is going to have to oink for it.”

“Oink. Oink,” snorted Megan, once so dominant and in control now reduced to an obedient fat girl.

Her oinking was rewarded with Kayla stuffing the chocolate covered doughnut. And then the girls continued in that pattern. Megan would oink. Another doughnut would be crammed into her mouth. Once again it became hazy as to who was doing and saying what, but she could hear the comments and taste the fried dough and chocolate frosting as the sorority sisters pinched, poked, and prodded her fat, bloated body.

“That’s right, piggy. Eat up.”

“Such a greedy piggy.”

“Such a good, obedient piggy, oinking for her food. Fatty knows how to get herself fed.”

“So plump. What a gut. What thick thunder thighs. Such a fatty!”

Megan was done. There was no way she could eat anymore. She was a very full piggy.

And then she heard Daphne’s voice again.

“Don’t forget about the ice cream.”

Megan couldn’t even tell what flavor it was as Daphne shoved spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. It was rich, creamy, and fattening, and it dribbled down her lips and down her chins and splashed onto her stretch mark covered breasts before running down her cleavage like a river through a canyon on the way to the massive expanse that was her great big blubber belly.

Once the tub of ice cream was halfway done, Megan filled it with whipped cream and chocolate syrup and went to town on it herself. When it got to be mostly melted she just put the carton to her piggy lips and started to guzzle it down like a milkshake, snorting as she did so.

All of the girls laughed at the sphere of fat that Megan was becoming with her huge spare tire of a blubbery belly, her marshmallow arms and tree trunk thighs, her thick love handles and titanic ass had her wedged tightly in her seat as she just kept eating and gaining, growing rounder, heavier and fatter. Eventually the bikini, whose bottoms had long since disappeared under the sea of fat that had swallowed it up, blew off of her completely. The chair that her fat ass sat on and took up completely also gave out from under her massive weight, and then crashed to the floor with every fold on her obese body quivering while she continued to snort and guzzle down her ice cream.

At the same time, a snorting Megan rolled over and fell out of her bed. She crashed to the floor and shot up, still tangled in her sweat soaked bed sheets. She crawled out of them and made her way to the full length mirror dressed only in her bra and panties.

She was thinner, thank the lord, but not nearly as thin as she would like. As she pinched her thighs, butt and pooch of a belly, she knew there was no way she was going to be caught dead at that pool party, so she sent Sally a text telling her that she was sick. What Megan knew she really needed to do was get her untoned ass in the gym.

But then her stomach rumbled with hunger.

Well… she did need breakfast after all.

And maybe just a little bit of ice cream.

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If you want to see Megan get fattened for real, you can read all about it in the almost 8,000 word sequel to this story, "President Piggy" right HERE.