"Party Down and Plump Up" - An Exclusive Cut

Warning: You know how I usually do a kinda sweet story when I do these collections? This is the kinda sweet one. If you don't care for that, scroll down until you get to the very fun and mean spirited confrontation between Daphne and Megan.

Also, this story ended up being double the planned length, coming in at a little over 3,000 words, so it took me longer to write than planned. Expect "Fat Trimmings" Volume 34 for drop tomorrow or Thursday.

For now...

Enjoy!

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Kayla Dean had a big fat problem on her hands.

It wasn’t that she was fat. (Not yet.) In fact, Kayla fit the absolute perfect stereotype of a slim and sexy sorority sister to a tee. No. The problem that Kayla faced was that she was Rho Eta Alpha Tau’s latest party planner and the opening year PHAT girl party had just been a big fat failure.

See, Kayla was kind of a skinny bitch, and she tended to think like a skinny bitch. The food offerings were light and so were all the beers. That was a huge mistake. Sure, Kayla knew a lot about theming and style, and her parties had solid if not exceptional music, but she didn’t know shit about how to appropriately cater a party in a way to make people feel good.

It was no wonder that Kayla didn’t really have a handle on catering. Never trust a skinny chef or party planner. Kayla had too trim of a tummy to be trusted when it came to food. The reason behind all of this was that Kayla, while a nice woman in many ways, was extremely fatphobic and viewed fat people, and therefore fattening food with extreme distaste. And staying fit and eating healthy had granted Kayla a body that she was exceptionally proud of, one that she relished being able to show off whenever possible.

But her looks would only get her so far if she couldn’t pull off a good party. And the desperation that came from that stress sent her to an unlikely ally.

Dwayne “Doozer” Smith was a fat frat boy and a known stoner. He was exactly the kind of guy that the slim, prim and proper Kayla looked down upon. But he knew how to throw a good party, and she needed to be able to throw a good party.

It all started with an awkward conversation.

“Why do they call you Doozer anyway?”

“Cause I love to just relax, man, like those little green dudes on Fraggle Rock.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the Doozers are workaholics.”

“Well, it’s like… whatever, man.”

“Anyway, how the hell are we throwing this party?”

“Oh don’t worry about that, dude. I’m gonna throw a sick party. I’m a killer cook, so the food’s gonna be swell.”

“Just don’t make us swell with the food, nothing too salty or fattening.”

“Fat is flavor, baby.”

“Yeah. Well I don’t want to get fat. And don’t call me baby.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

“Don’t call me man either.”

“Okie dokie, Kemosabe.”

Doozer proceeded to totally ignore Kayla and provide a fattening feast for the next party which of course went over like hot cakes, something that Doozer also provided for breakfast the next day.

Kayla had no choice but to admit that the food had been delicious, and she had to also admit that the party had been a smash hit, exactly what she needed, which meant that she needed Doozer. So Doozer stayed on and the two made quite the party planning duo with the PHAT house quickly becoming known as the best place to party on campus.

Halloween was Kayla’s Super Bowl that fall trimester. It was meticulously themed, turning the sorority house into a haunted house that ended in a killer party with Doozer providing the food, including some of his famous mac and cheese- which had become Kayla’s favorite- dyed to make it look like guts. Kayla already knew it was going to be a huge success, her crowning achievement, as she walked about setting things up. She was dressed as a sexy angel in a white bodycon dress that was stretched over her fuller figure, a figure that had been filled quite significantly by all of Dwayne’s food.

“You look great,” said Dwayne, very casually while setting up the sternos to keep the food warm. He was conveniently dressed as a devil.

The casualness of Dwayne’s remark, the lack of specificity and the way he just sorta said it as a compliment and moved right along caught Kayla off guard.

“Oh, uh, thanks Dwayne. I’ve put on a little weight.”

“I think you look good. And you look really confident. That’s cool. This party’s going to be cool as hell. You really put the work in and it show. M- I wish I could be this creative. It’s dope.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Dwayne. You’ve been a huge help… even if I’m a little worried that your help is going to make me huge.”

“Don’t worry about it. And hey- the Doozer just provides the food. You provide the atmosphere, and Halloween is all about the atmosphere.”

“That’s really sweet, Doo- No. No. I’m sorry. I can’t say it. I will never say it. Thanks, Dwayne.”

“It’s not as sweet as you… or this rockin’ batch of cupcakes I just made. Try one.”

Kayla smiled and tried one, not caring about the cute little bit of frosting she happened to leave on her upper lip. Then she had a second. Then a third.

After that night, Kayla and Dwayne started casually dating. By the Friendsgiving feast they had at the sorority house (which was Doozer’s Super Bowl by the way), they were an official item. Kayla still hadn’t fallen for Dwayne’s fat guy body, but as her own body continued to get softer, it got easier to be less picky. And Dwayne had won her over. He had found the way to her heart through her stomach and through genuine compliments that were not focused exclusively on her body.

She never did call him Doozer.

After that, there was the end of semester holiday party and a separate- specifically Christmas- party that some of the sisters (led by Megan) insisted on throwing.

The next semester brought a New Year’s party, a Valentine’s Day party, an actual Super Bowl Party, St. Patrick’s Day and so much more. Dwayne and Kayla even through a kick ass arbor day bash.

Their relationship thrived and grew right alongside Kayla’s waistline, and the waistlines of a lot of other PHAT sisters.

By the end of the year, Kayla had really packed on the most out of everybody in the house. It wasn't close and it wasn’t at all surprising. Her weight gain was a result of the not just the parties but of hours spent diligently prepping, taste testing, making sure everything was perfect (and delicious) along with but also the non-stop array of personal meals that Dwayne prepared for her, and once they officially began dating, those meals grew even more intense and Kayla really started to balloon.

Kayla’s belly grew seriously heavy and round with stretch marks being the perfect sign of her constant indulgence. It was truly incredible how big her belly grew over the course of the school year, and, on more than one occasion it had people questioning whether Dwayne had put something in their other than his delicious cooking. But no. That baby was all food. And her greedy gluttonous gut just kept growing, forming an incredibly round spare tire that hung over her waistband and came with thick slabs of fat love handles. 

She didn’t just balloon outward. Kayla grew sideways as well. Her hips grew incredibly wide and right alongside them were her thighs. Once toned, they were now tree trunks by the end of the year, tubes of fat that slapped and rubbed together and quivered whenever she took a slow step waddling around campus.

Behind her, Kayla had a dump truck ass, two huge bloated and blubbery butt cheeks that shook tremendously every time she moved. Each chunky cushion was covered in cellulite just like her thighs and moved along to its own unpredictable rhythm. Kayla was a real wide load, a big booty girl with plenty of junk in the trunk, and Dwayne loved every ounce of that extremely fat ass.

He also loved her extremely luscious breasts. They were voluptuous fleshy orbs also adorned by stretch marks which Kayla wore as a badge of honor showing just how much she had grown. Dwayne had a hard time keeping his hands off of them, and Kayla was often all too happy to have the extra support and some pressure taken off of her fat back.

Kayla’s face also grew rounded with an adorable double chin, but whereas other women might have developed more of a piggish appearance, Kayla’s face chubbed up in such a way to make her look perfectly cherubic. 

Of course, Kayla was not the only PHAT girl to put on some fat. Pretty much all of the women in Rho Eta Alpha Tau gained weight over the course of the year. And a few of those now heavier sorority sisters were notable standouts.

Daphne’s plans to lose any of her Freshman Piggy weight were always doomed as soon as the parties started. She had spent too much time turning into a fat girl and building fat girl habits to give in to the massive amount of delicious food that was consistently put in front of her. She just couldn’t say no. She couldn’t even handle moderation. She would often be seen pigging out like she was forced to during her time as the Freshman Piggy but now of her own accord. And as such, the pounds piled on. Her stomach especially grew bigger and was well known to spill out of her clothes because Daphne was still vain enough to be in denial and refused to size up her clothes until she absolutely had, namely after she humiliatingly ripped them, blowing pants out with her big fat ass.

This was particularly amusing to Chloe who loved to tease her former bully, reminding her of how much she has changed and aiding that change by helpfully fetching her seconds and sometimes just straight up ladling more food onto Daphne’s plate and giving her a little oink as she did so to remind Daphne of both her former title and her current form.

Of course, Chloe was not immune to the party pounds, and most of the weight that she had lost the previous year had found its way back around her waist and blowing up her rear. The fact that Daphne was still gaining more weight than her and outpacing her by far was something of a blinder to Chloe’s own weight gain. This meant that the only thing that was a signal of how much bigger she was getting was the fact that she found herself having to slip back into her previous fat girl clothes.

Meanwhile, Audrey was getting into fatter girl clothes. By the end of her senior year, Audrey was practically unrecognizable from the slim and sexy sorority sister that she was when she was a freshman and even as her early days as a sophomore. Over the years she had really tried to lose weight, but feeding Daphne the year before had helped inadvertently keep the pounds on her, and these indulgent parties had piled on even more. As Audrey found herself admiring old pictures of herself and looking at the cheerleading uniform that she still kept in her closet, she couldn’t help but long for her thinner days back when she had the confidence to be vain and mean and put others down. She had learned a lot of lessons the hard way, and the last lesson to learn was that she was stuck being a butterball forever.

Audrey couldn’t help herself and decided to try the cheerleading outfit on one last time. It was comical the way her cheerleading top ended up basically just being a sports bra, although her fat arms did rip the short sleeves as well trying to get them on. The skirt stood no chance of getting past her thighs, and that was stretching it out as far as she could go. She struggled with it, hopping around and jiggling about until both her top and her skirt ripped, ending her cheerleading outfit forever and sealing in her mind her new and permanent identity as a forever fat girl.

Mindy also packed on the pounds this year, but that was not just because of the parties. This was the year Mindy fully embraced her identity as a feedee with the help of her new girlfriend, and old admirer, Yolanda. They would frequently enjoy post party pig out sessions that ended in so much more. As such, it wasn’t just Mindy who grew. Yolanda, who previously had very tight but generous curves became pleasantly plump, growing thick and voluptuous in a way that drove Mindy crazy. Whereas Mindy gained fat all over, Yolanda’s weight mostly concentrated into an extreme hourglass shape with a sexy and generous belly to boot. Yolanda, originally a rather passive observer to Mindy’s gain, used her curves to quickly become the dominant feeder in the relationship.

Even Megan, Miss Slim and Perfect, was not immune to the party pounds. As the year came to an end, the soon to be sorority president no longer had the precious abs that she loved to show off. They were replaced by a spongy belly and some doughy love handles that gave her a definite muffin top. She wasn’t fat by any means, or even really chubby, but she was definitely not as slim as she would have liked. And that extra weight led to an embarrassing moment where Daphne walked by Megan’s room and saw her struggling to button up her favorite jeans.

“What’s the matter, Megan? Can’t get the dough back in the can?”

“What was that?”

“Looks like little miss perfect isn’t so perfect. Even you’ve put on a bit of pudge.”

Megan stared coldly at Daphne and let go of the flaps of her jeans, the fabric still clung to her plumper form and the pants stayed glued on as she stalked over to Daphne.

“I guess you’re right. I have been a bit careless. Put on a few pounds. Got myself a bit of a pudgy pot belly here. Shame on me.”

Then she leaned forward and slid her hand under Daphne’s underbelly and gave the soft malleable fat a good hard squeeze.

“But I’m not going to take criticism from a sack of lard like you. I may have gotten a bit thicker, but you keep getting piggier by the day. I’ll lose this in no time. But you? You’re stuck being an obese hog your entire life.”

Megan began to violently shake Daphne’s blubber belly while spanking her fat ass with her other hand.

“You used to be so hot. So hot. You could have really been somebody. But your arrogance turned you into a big fat flabby pig, and you’ve done nothing to change back. You’ve given up, you bloated cow. Your bright future is gone, even being a part of this sorority won’t be able to help you. You’ve grown fat and lazy and you’ll always be fat and lazy, worse than anyone you’ve ever made fun of. Now get the fuck away from me you fat, worthless, pathetic pig, you butterball, you bloated whale, you absolute fat loser.”

Daphne immediately began to sob and waddle away as fast as her fat legs could carry her.

“That’s right, piggy! Go stuff yourself with food and get even fatter, you big fat useless baby!”

As Megan turned around, she found Kayla standing there.

“What are you looking at, cow?”

“That was mean.”

Kayla waddled up to Megan and used her index finger to wobble the roll of pudge that pushed its way through the gap in Megan’s jeans.

“And I know you’re not the fattest one here, but I think you’d be a little less judgmental now that you’ve got your own figure flaws.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk about figure flaws, you hambeast.”

“Hey. I’m thick and sexy. I’m a big beautiful woman who loves her curves and who has a big handsome man who loves my curves. I’m fat and gorgeous, tubs. I’m happy with my body just the way it is. But I know you’re not, my little chubby bunny.”

In response, Megan grabbed her own belly blubber and shook it furiously in Kayla’s direction.

“This… THIS! This is all YOUR FAULT!”

Kayla just shook her head and pinched Megan’s slightly softer cheek.

“Na-uh, my little piglet. I may have loaded your plate, but you ate it all. That’s why it’s time to invest in some fat pants. What’s it you’ve gotten so fond of saying to others? Oh yeah. Oink. Oink.”

Kayla reached over and pinched an inch of belly fat which sent Megan into quite the hissy fit. Megan let out a blood curdling scream and then retreated into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

With that well deserved karmic teasing out of the way, Kayla made her way, rather slowly thanks to her thick thighs and heavy ass, down the stairs and to the kitchen where Dwayne was waiting.

“Hey, baby. I got all these sliders ready for the party, just like you wanted, burgers topped with barbecue pulled pork.”

“Good, cause I’m starving.” Kayla said with a smile as she pulled back the foil on one of the tray of sliders and went to town, eagerly double fisting them and sending a pair of sliders into her greedy stomach before picking up and stuffing her face with a third, much to Dwayne’s amusement.

“Damn, girl. You gonna leave any for the rest of the party?”

Kayla smacked Dwayne on his arm, getting some of the sauce from the burgers that had gotten on her chubby fingers onto his sleeve.

“Shut up. You know I like to eat. And it’s not my fault you made it so damn tasty. I could go whole hog on these.”

Dwayne leaned forward and planted a kiss on Kayla’s sauce stained cheek.

“Well then, it’s a good thing I made my baby a tray all for herself.”

Kayla squealed in delight.

“Ooooooo. You know how to keep your piggy well fed.”

Dwayne wrapped his arms around Kayla, dreaming of the day when she would be too fat to make that possible.

“Well, I do love my piggy.”

Kayla locked eyes with Dwayne, and couldn’t believe she could ever be this happy.

“Your piggy love you too… and your mac and cheese. Did you bring the mac and cheese?”

“You know I did.”

“My own tray?”

“All day.”

Kayla squealed again and clapped her chubby sauce covered hands together as she eagerly awaited Dwayne bringing the mac and cheese over to her. 

She truly was one fat and happy piggy.