Lindsey's Super Fun Sorority Adventure

Ok so I realllllly wanted to share this chapter of C@mpus P!gs on here, but as you guys know, everything relating to that series was removed. This chapter should be totally fine for the terms of service, but just in case I've renamed the chapter the sillest thing I could think of so nothing gets flagged lol. 18 chapters (65,400+ words) of C@mpus P!gs are currently up on my Substack, and as always, thanks so much for reading!

A shrill shriek rang through the lower level of the already bustling Phi Llamba house and each girl momentarily ceased in her preparation for the night's festivities, heads turning and expressions pinching in confusion at the point of the scream’s origin. Karina was staring in wide eyed horror at the source of the unhappy exclamation, her expression a clear blend of pity, confusion, and a twinge of barely perceptible disgust. 

“It- it's not so bad,” Karina offered hesitantly, the volume of her statement already muted by the outburst she was clearly expecting to follow. 

“A stretch mark?” a near hysterical Lindsey screeched, pinching the recently grippable roll of fat developing on her lower stomach. “This literally can’t be happening. I’m about to fucking puke.”

“Really, Lindsey," Karina assured, her voice wavering with uncertainty. “It's tiny, really. It's not noticeable, it's…you know. It’s fine.”

“It is noticeable,” Lindsey wailed. “It is that bad, are you fucking kidding me? I have a fucking stretch mark on my stomach like I’m fucking pregnant and it’s only gonna get worse! It is that bad.

Karina blinked, the unfortunate recipient of a rant of which she could be blamed for no part of, and sprang up from the bed, heading towards Lindsey's closet. 

“We’ll just find something else to wear," she offered, clearly trying to turn the conversational tide. “Something a little…you know. Looser. That doesn't show-”

“Everything shows everything,” Lindsey interrupted, her volume mounting. “Everything is skin fucking tight and I don't have anything to wear. I'm not going,” she cried, pushing aside the pile of clothes teetered on the bed and throwing herself down dramatically. 

The discovery of Lindsey's first stretch mark was as ill timed as it was abominable, and her hunger at spending a day without her now unusual glut of greasy calories was exacerbated by her frustration at the way her growing body was revealing the signs of her contrived gluttony. She’d been grumpy, argumentative, and quick to anger for the entire day, and the process of getting ready for challenge night was draining both her and Karina. 

“What about this?” Karina offered, pulling out a grey floor length maxi dress with a scoop neck. 

“I can’t wear a fucking body con,” Lindsey griped. “It’s skin tight, everyone's gonna see how bloated I am.”

She was still choosing to use that particular verbiage despite the previous day's revelation surrounding her true size beneath her constant bloat, but that realization was settling in even deeper as Lindsey continued through her day without the feasts she’d grown accustomed to. Her belly had to be all but empty at this point, yet it still rounded out into a firm, unavoidably noticeable little ball beneath her clothes, and even glancing in the mirror at herself when her middle was exposed was enough to send her into a tearful fit of rage. 

“What about this?” Karina reattempted, pulling out a flowy sage green top with flouncy sleeves. 

“It's too formal,” Lindsey complained. “Everybody's gonna know I'm wearing it because I got fat.”

Karina paused, biting her lip.

“I mean, maybe that's ok? You are a contestant Lindsey, you know what I mean? I think…I think people probably kinda…know. That you’re, um. You know. You’re about to get weighed in front of everyone.”

“That doesn't mean I have to look as fat as I'm getting,”  Lindsey snapped. 

She turned to glower at the mirror again, her hand floating up to her midsection to inspect the obvious new pudge she was sporting as she stared down her inflated reflection. Her middle, a middle swollen too quickly to suck in comfortably for longer than 30 seconds, had become a small belly, and the newly accumulated fat was firm to her touch, her hesitant fingers barely sinking into the freshly sprouted lard.

The offending stretch mark was located just beneath her bellybutton on the newly developed curve of her swelling gut, and as shocked as Lindsey was at the first angry red line to make its appearance, she could hardly be suppressed. Her entire belly felt so tight and itchy after every stuffing, her skin taut and ready to spilt, and she was well aware of the fact that weight gain, especially at the rate she was expected to proceed, would lead to more than just excess blubber. Stretch marks, cellulite, fat feet, chubby sausage fingers, all side effects of her transformation that she would have to watch her body bulge outward to accommodate. 

As it stood, everything about her looked heftier. Swollen. Her thickened thighs confined in the spandex she’d attempted to force herself into in a bid to make herself feel as if the damage wasn't yet as obvious as it felt. Her noticeably heavier breast fighting for space within the constraints of a sports bra she’d formerly found forgiving bulging over both the tops and the sides of the now inadequate piece of fabric. Her gut, firm as the recently packed on fat was, still jiggled slightly with each step, and that jiggle reverberated lightly through her tits and softening arms. 

She was by no means enormous, but in comparison to the body she’d proudly sported just weeks ago, Lindsey felt like an overfed cow. She and Karina had been scouring both of their closets for over an hour and she still couldn't find a single appropriate thing that fit without making her look like she was expecting. Lindsey was hangry, embarrassed, and ready to scream, and Karina knew her friend well enough to sense that the situation was quickly devolving.

“Ok,” Karina distracted. “Ok. Why don't we start with your hair, then we’ll pick an outfit,” she offered, Lindsey's attention still firmly affixed on her fattened reflection in the far too forthcoming mirror. 

“I look so huge,” Lindsey murmured as she continued to rub at her gut, ignoring Karina entirely. “I look so fucking huge.”

“You’re just bloated,” Karina dismissed quickly. “So, we could do barrel curls, or Hollywood curl curls, or like- like, some kind of updo where the-”

“I’m not bloated,” Lindsey interjected in retort. “I’ve barely eaten all fucking day, I cant be bloated. I’m just fucking fat, I’m a fucking… I don't know! I’m disgusting. I'm a blob now.”

“Ohh,” Karina cooed in sympathy, her overactive tears ducts already leaving her eyes shiny. “Oh Lindsey, it's not so bad! It's not,” she rushed. “You're not disgusting, you’re hot, you're, like, so hot. Are you kidding me? I would kill for those tits. We just need to like, you know. Go shopping and stuff. Get you, like, new clothes. That show off how hot you’re getting while also hiding…or like. Not hiding, but…um. You know. Just stuff that’s more comfortable,” Karina stammered, a less than graceful finish.

Lindsey groaned and finally turned away from the evidence of her gain, shuffling dejectedly back into the closet she knew harboured no enticing options. Everything she had made her look fat because she was getting fat. Any ripple of acknowledgement however, was followed by a larger and far more powerful wave of denial, and instead of squeezing herself into an acceptable option and putting the results of her near unbelievable gluttony on display, she chose to stress herself endlessly hoping for a miracle in which her gain could be entirely concealed.

“This?” Karina squeaked trepidatiously, holding up a long sleeved gray t-shirt that Lindsey had occasionally worn to early morning soccer practices. “This would be baggy.”

“That’s ugly,” Lindsey griped, grabbing the unassuming piece of material on offer regardless of her complaints. “Maybe. I don't know. I’m so over it.”

“Well, maybe somebody else has something that works. I know Zoey has a cute-“

“I don’t want any of their clothes,” Lindsey snapped again, her patience wearing as thin as she once was. “I want my clothes and I want them to fit how they used to, that’s what I want.”

Karina stepped back uncertainly, clearly at a loss.

“Well,” she began again slowly. “Well, maybe-“

“Karina,” Lindsey all but shrieked. “This is not helpful, you are not being helpful right now!”

Lindsey dropped her head in her hands, too irritated to atone for her outburst but well aware that her overly sensitive friends would take Lindsey's increase in volume to heart. Instead, to her surprise, Karina continued. 

“Maybe you’re hungry,” she finally blurted, causing Lindsey's head to shoot up in order to properly direct her glare. 

“I’m not hungry, how could I be hungry?” Lindsey grouched. “I've eaten enough food this week to last me the whole month, I'm not hungry.”

Karina blinked, objections clearly on the tip of her tongue. 

“In fact,” Lindsey went on, her volume increasing as if it heightened the believability of her words. “I’m glad to have a break. I’m glad that I don't have to stuff my face today, it’s…”

She frowned more deeply. 

“Do you know how greedy I'd have to be to be hungry right now?”

“But I'm sure you can have like, a little snack?” Karina eeked out. “Maybe ask Courtney, maybe-“

“I don't need a snack,” Lindsey insisted, her face blushing lightly at the thought of approaching Courtney just to beg for more greasy junk after all her protests. “I’m not asking Courtney for a snack like a fucking kid.”

The request would be mortifying, far too indicative of the insatiable pig she was becoming, and despite the grumbling in her stomach and the almost overwhelming desire for some salty or surgery calorie bomb to stuff in her face, she forced herself to maintain her contrived frown. 

“Well,” Karina tried once more in a slightly hushed tone. “What if we don't tell her?”

Lindsey looked up.

“What if we don't tell anyone? We can just go grab you a snack really quick, clean up the evidence, and Abby and Courtney will never know.”

A small smile crossed Lindsey's face despite her exhaustion, annoyance, and quickly mounting hunger. Even in the worst of times, it was a comfort to be known. Karina was foraging ahead as if Lindsey had never protested because she knew her well enough to know that forcing Lindsey to admit anything in this state was a fruitless pursuit. Focusing on getting Lindsey to agree was pointless, and instead Karina was expending her energy towards the construction of a plan that would hopefully alleviate Lindsey's hanger. 

“Abby would know,” she finally dismissed. “I can’t.” 

“Abby wouldn't know,” Karina disagreed. “How would she know?”

“I’d look bloated,” Lindsey murmured dejectedly, the idea of a small snack sounding more and more alluring.

“You’ll just have a little bit,” Karina promised. “Just enough that you aren't, like, starving. Then we’ll get dressed, do your makeup, and be ready to go.”

Lindsey bit her lip, weighing the embarrassment at the possibility of being caught sneaking extra food in comparison to the desire for station that was beginning to become a slow ache. 

“Fine,” she acquiesced in a rush. “Fine. Just like, some chips or something. Just a few.”

Karina nodded, already heading towards the door with relief loosening her expression. 

“Be right back,” she promised brightly. 

Lindsey sighed and looked down at her protruding belly once more, ashamed with just how excited she was to dig into whatever treat Karina planned to bring her. Her sense of self was devolving so much more quickly than she’d anticipated, and despite that fact that being caught sneaking food after a week of shoving down enough calories to leave the entire sorority house in food coma would make her want to sink into the floor, the drive to glut herself on more was stronger than the drive to protect her reputation. She didn't want to be seen as the fat, greedy little tubster she was becoming, but she couldn't help herself. Her brain had been rewired to crave more despite the bugle sprouting from her middle and the flab bulking up her formerly thin frame. 

She pressed a hand against her stomach again, flinching as if her freshly sprouted gut were hot to the touch, and sighed. Allowing herself to dwell on any of her pig-like actions for even a few moments was enough to give herself an identity crisis, and while Lindsey may not recognize the girl she was growing into, nothing was as distracting as a full mouth and a fuller belly. 

Karina pushed the door open and Lindsey jumped, going red at the realization that she was caught rubbing her developing gut like a fat girl stereotype. 

“Karina, what-” Lindsey started, and Karina dumped the armful of goodies she’d been carrying on the bed, her hand already up to halt Lindsey's tirade of questions.

“I just got a bunch of options,” Karina assured. “I didn't know what you wanted, so...”

Lindsey looked down at the array of brightly colored packages chock full of the kinds of processed food that had been packing the pounds onto her poor body for the last two weeks. 

Two family sized bags of chips, one original, one sour cream and onion. A package of double stuffed oreos. A bag of offbrand cheetos that Courtney preferred to buy because they somehow contained even more calories than the original recipe. A bag of assorted mini chocolate bars.  A box of cosmic brownies, a nostalgic treat that Lindsey had been scarfing down by the boxful since suddenly recalling them the previous week in the middle of a bakery binge. Karina had even added a box of twinkies to Lindsey's oversized pile of sustenance, the ultra sweet pastry one she could barely stand even in the midst of her forced gluttony and growing appetite. 

“Karina, this is way too much,” Lindsey whined, feeling overwhelmed. “I didn't want all this, I just wanted, like, a handful of chips or something. Just to get my energy back up.”

“Then have a handful of chips,” Karina relented with a gesture towards the oversized bag. “I wasn't telling you to eat all of it Linds, I just didn't have my phone and I didn't know what you’d want so i-“

“Ok, Karina, ok,” Lindsey halted her more gently. “Ok. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be…”

She sighed, pressing her eyes closed. It was disturbing to realize that even the mere presence of food improved her sour mood markedly. 

“I shouldn't be snapping at you like this. Thank you for helping me find something. And for…you know.” 

Karina grinned, obviously thrilled to see her friend's mood improved by her suggestion.

“So,” she led, dragging out the word as she gestured towards the chips once more. 

Lindsey grabbed the bag and pulled it open with fingers now expert in navigating junk food packing, grabbing a handful as she’d grown accustomed and shoving it into her mouth quickly, as if there were a risk it may be taken from her. She all but groaned at the familiar, salty taste on her tongue, and her overstuffed cheeks flushed red, grateful that the amount of food she’d attempted to stuff into her mouth had muffled her involuntary noise of pleasure. She grabbed another handful, the concept of eating anything one at a time now entirely lost to her, and devoured it as quickly as the first, covering her lips in a dusting of oily crumbs. 

“This is exactly what I needed,” she breathed, shoveling another handful into her waiting mouth as Karina watched with widened eyes. 

Lindsey took down several more handfuls of the chips, making her way through the family sized bag as efficiently as she typically did, when the double stuffed oreos that Karina had procured caught her attention. She grabbed the box and ripped open the resealable foil, making no effort to avoid the spread of the chip crumbs that were now coating her face and hands. She popped two oreos in her mouth and struggled to chew, the glut of icing and four chocolate cookies proving to be more difficult to greedily demolish than the chips. She crammed down another two cookies the seconds she had space available, and two more immediately followed their predecessors. She felt her belly beginning to swell outwards and grow warm with the feeling of fullness and realized hazily how much she’d missed it, how the feeling in the pit of her stomach all day wasn't quite hunger, but instead just an absence of overcrowding. She picked up two more oreos before she’d finished chewing her mouthful, ready for the next available opportunity to gulp down more calories, when Karina cleared her throat from the corner. 

Lindsey's head whipped around, the sudden remembrance of where she was and how she’d acquired this forbidden fruit in the first place reddening her face once more. 

“Maybe don't have, like, a ton?” Karina ventured uncomfortably. “Just because, like, if you over-do it, Abby might know.”

“Right,” Lindsey stuttered, affixing her gaze to the bed in shame and wiping the excess crumbs off her face with the back of her hand. “Right, no you’re totally right. I just needed energy.”

She looked at the cookies in her hand, swallowed hard, and put them down. She hadn’t practiced self control in so long that the decision to not stuff the cookie into her waiting maw felt almost painful, and the desperate need for satiation that Lindsey had been able to ignore before suddenly became overwhelming. She needed to eat, all possible consequences be damned. 

“I think I am gonna wear the grey shirt,” Lindsey blurted, sitting up straight. “And I wanna, like,  take a shower and stuff before I do my hair and makeup. I wanna do a blowout.”

“Are you sure, Linds?” Karina asked, face scrunched in confusion. “Cause we only have two hours, and you always do a treatment before you blowout your hair so I really don't know if it’s enough time to-”

“No, it's fine, it's fine,” Lindsey insisted, standing to coral Karina towards the door. “You’ve gotta get ready too, right?”

“And I promised Vicky that I'd help her with her hair,” Karina added. “Can you believe what happened with her and Tyler on Tuesday? It was literally so-”

“Right, right,” Lindsey rushed, opening her door. “Then you really have to hurry.”

“Wait,” Karina, yelped, turning around, “What pants are you wearing?” 

“Jeans, probably jeans,” Lindsey answered thoughtlessly.

“I thought none of your jeans fit?” Karina asked.

“Well, then leggings. Bye Rina!” Lindsey said.

“I can put all that junk food back for you?” Karina offered as the door swung shut.

“It’s fine,” Lindsey called with a voice tinged with more excitement than she’d intended, turning back towards her feast. 

She grabbed the two discarded oreos fist, shoving them in her mouth and this time making no effort to hold back her moan of relief, then tore open the bag of chocolates and dug in, mini wrappers flying every which way as she alternated between the cream filled chocolate cookies and the nougat filled chocolate bars. She pressed a hand into her growing gut and let out a burp, surprised to find signs of fullness coming so quickly when she’d hardly eaten all day. Although she was already burping, already feeling her middle swell out in a tight bloat that she knew would be difficult to hide, she was still ravenous. 

She felt like a bottomless pit, and the amount of food that had seemed insultingly excessive just minutes ago now seemed almost insufficient. She tore open the twinkies first, a true testament to the greed her developing hunger had built up within her, and began to make her way through the box swiftly, still occasionally unwrapping and stuffing down another piece of chocolate in between oversized bites. Her face and hands were a mess of chocolate streaks and her bed was covered in almost as many crumbs as she was. She was eating messily, near aggressively, and it was as if each oversized bite was a swipe at Abigail herself. 

Lindsey finished the twinkies in a matter of minutes, feeling the heaviness of the high calorie cream and dough rounding her out further and weighing down her middle, but she couldn't stop herself. After just two weeks as house pig, she was entirely powerless in the face of food. She turned her attention back towards the chips, finishing them in due time with the aid of a now flat two liter she’d chosen to chug alongside her nightly shake. Turning her shake into a root beer float had been Courtney's idea, and somehow the extra sugar and carbonation helped the shake go down much easier while also leaving half drained bottles of soda around Lindsey's room. She rubbed her gut and let out a louder burp, still careful to be somewhat stealthy in her gorging despite her food induced haze. 

She opened the second bag after finishing the first, and when the onslaught of salt became too much to take halfway through, she all but swallowed the cosmic brownies in one bite, pushing them into the mouth whole and struggling to breathe as she forced them down. She was beginning to feel fuller, and her hand drifted back to her now painfully tight middle, feeling herself expand as she ate without abandon. 

She pioneered through the remaining savoury snacks, forcing down handfuls of the high sodium off brand cheetos and gasping for air between each frenzied bite. Her breath stolen by fullness, she chugged the last few swallows of the two liter, upending the plastic bottle and downing the contents as she felt her gut jut out further. She was nearing the end of the soda, her eyes closed in pleasure at the tightness clenching her middle, when the door flew open. 

Lindsey's eyes flew open in kind as she swallowed the last bits of the high fructose corn syrup sweetened liquid, her hand instinctively moving to cover her gut and a massive burp working its way out of her unsuspecting lips. 

“Lindsey,” a familiar voice intoned, quiet anger hot beneath the singular word. “What are you doing?”

Abigail. Lindsey had been caught in the middle of a forbidden binge by Abigail of all people. 

Lindsey turned to look at Abigail standing in the doorway, the president's disapproving expression as she surveyed the aftermath of the scene enough to make Lindsey want to sink through the floor. To her shock, Abigail smiled tightly, her expression not exactly one of any true happiness, but one that expressed the privilege of covertly held information.

“Couldn't help yourself?” Abigail asked. 

Her slightly nefarious smile widened. 

“You were the perfect choice for house pig this year Lindsey. Look at all this. It's barely been what, 6 hours without a meal? And you went crazy,” she said, gesturing to the demolished spread. “Now, clean yourself up and wear something tight. I don't care how full you are, you're winning tonight's challenge.”