chapter 32

“Ugh, I think you need to roll me out of this buffet,” Allison said, massaging her bulging stomach.

Carly looked up from licking the gravy off her plate.

“What? Throwing in the towel already?” Carly replied.

There was a mountain of empty plates and platters on the table. People around the buffet had started to gawk at the two pigs. Allison did her best to keep up with Carly — Allison must have eaten more than 5,000 calories — but she was no match for Carly. Carly ate like she was a starving hippopotamus. It was a blur of spoonfuls of mac ‘n cheese followed by swigs of sweet tea.

“I’m just getting warmed up,” Carly said, winking.

“Really??” Allison asked.

“Well, I guess I’m starting to get a little full, too,” Carly said. “But this is just Day 1 of your training. By the end of the month, maybe your tiny little tummy will be able to eat half of what I eat. Gosh, I forgot how skinny you still are.”

Carly was gloating. It made Allison angry.

“Stop calling me skinny,” Allison said.

“What, are you jealous?” Carly asked. “Ha. I better you’d never admit it. Remember college? Remember how you were the skinny sorority girl? You thought I was just a fatty gaining weight. You pitied me, didn’t you? You were going out to parties at frat houses, wanting to bone jocks. And I was the sad roommate eating pizza after pizza. Oh, how the tables have turned. You realized what I’ve known for years — I love my body, and men do, too. You know who really loved my body? Jeremy. He came almost instantly when he entered my fat pussy. Has he ever come that fast for you? Let me feed you some truth if you’re still hungry: You’re right to be jealous of me. And I do pity you. Why? Because a real fat girl would never give up this easy. So get more food, or I won’t stop calling you skinny.”

Allison felt a fire inside her. But the humiliation also seemed to turn her on. She could feel herself growing wet during Carly’s diatribe, thinking back to how skinny she was in college. How ridiculous. Allison glared at her fat friend and stood up. She nearly fell over. Her belly was now protruding over the yoga pants, stretching the fabric to its limit. This was supposed to be her new, fat athleisure wear and she was already filling it to the brim. She walked over to the buffet, feeling her thighs brushing against each other. It only turned Allison on even more. She grabbed an entire cheesecake. It was thick and coated with cherry syrup. A placard said one piece was 330 calories, which meant all six pieces were nearly 2,000 calories.

“Perfect,” Allison thought, as she carried it to the table.

Allison set it down and dug in with a fork. That first bite hurt a bit. She was so full that her stomach felt like a beach ball about to pop. But she imagined herself growing as fat as Carly and seducing Jeremy like she had. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so full. She took another bite. The cheesecake tasted so good, so rich. Another bite. And another. She imagined her hips widening, her ass becoming a shelf, her tits busting out of any bra that tried to contain them, her belly growing so big it drooped down and touched the bench between her legs. Eating and eating and eating. Allison grew wetter and wetter. Each bite taking her closer to climax. Allison thought she might come when her fork clanged against the empty plate. She looked up and saw the cheesecake was gone.

Carly was smiling devilishly.

“Maybe I underestimated you,” she said.

“God, I feel like such a hog.”

“Let’s take some pictures of the prized pig. Here, I know all the right angles.”

Allison gave Carly her phone. Carly gave some instructions on how to post, then snapped dozens of pics showing all the empty plates and Allison’s distended stomach. She handed the phone back.

Allison flipped through the pictures, toggling between the before/after photos, amazed at how fat she looked now. Carly saw her friend no longer looked angry. Allison looked elated.

“Hey, sorry about what I said earlier,” Carly said. “I just thought you could use a little motivation.”

“You were right, Carly. About a lot of things. I am jealous, and I needed the motivation. You’re all good. Eating that cheesecake made me so … horny. So fucking horny. I was touching myself, and I honestly thought I might come — just from eating.”

“Oh yeah,” Carly said. “I’ve had that.”

“You’ve orgasmed just from eating?”

“Of course I have! The last time was a few months ago. I was eating ravioli and the most scrumptious shrimp in the world. The touchless-orgasm-while-eating is one of the secret superpowers of fat girls. Don’t tell your skinny friends, or the next thing you know, we won’t be able to get a table in the buffet. You’ll get there, my friend. Anyway, we best get a move on. There’s one more thing on our agenda today!”

“Afternoon naps?”

“Ha, you wish. We gotta get you some fat girl clothes!”