chapter 30

“Luscious Lilly? This is you??” Carly said, peering at Allison’s computer. “Holy crap. You’re famous!”

Allison blushed.

“You’re like one of the top models on this site,” Carly said. “Christ, that’s a lotta notifications from horny dudes. You do know this means that literally thousands of guys, plus ladies, and other folks have been jerking off to you?”

“Jealous?” Allison said, giggling. “I just started posting some photos, and next thing you know strangers are sending me lingerie and presents through the mail. One guy even offered to buy me takeout.”

“Wow,” Carly said. “Just be careful with your privacy. I don’t wanna watch a ‘20/20’ special about your disappearance.”

Carly kept scrolling through Luscious Lilly’s page.

“Your fans are gonna bust hundreds of nuts when you cross that 200-pound mark,” Carly said.

“There’s something exhibitionist about all this that really turns me on,” Allison said. “I love that my body is getting softer all over, but what makes me really horny is thinking about all the guys getting hard and jerking off to me. I try not to overthink it. It just feels hot. I was never the ‘hot girl’ at school. I didn’t think guys really liked me. It’s why I spent so much time at the gym. But now, there’s guys worshipping me. Like literally worshipping me. Telling me to get fatter. Telling me I’m the hottest girl they’ve ever seen. Telling me they’d do anything to be with me, to feed me, to touch me. It’s crazy, but most nights I just read through their comments while eating ice cream and touching myself.”

“That does sound hot,” Carly said. She clicked on the messages tab of Luscious Lilly’s page.

“Hmmm, who’s this FakePierceBrosnan?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You seem to be exchanging a lot of messages with him.”

“This sounds crazy,” Allison said, biting her lip. “But I kinda have a crush on him.”

“Do you know his age?”

“No.”

“His real name?”

“No.”

“Where he lives?”

“No.”

“What he looks like?”

“Well, no.”

“Do you know if he’s a serial killer?”

“He doesn’t give off serial killer vibes.”

“So lemme get this straight,” Carly said. “You’re in love with a nameless, ageless, totally anonymous guy who could be a murderer — and most importantly, he could be ugly.”

“Okay, you’re reading way too far into this,” Allison said. “I don’t ‘looove’ him.”

“Are you kidding me? You can’t even keep a straight face. You’re smiling right now. You’re giggling!” Carly said. “You’ve got a crush on FakePierceBrosnan.”

“I dunno,” Allison said. “I just feel like we have a real connection. He understands better than almost anyone — maybe more than Jeremy.”

“Whoa,” Carly said. “Well, let’s not leave him waiting. Get on some tight — but stretchy — clothes. We’re going to the buffet to make some ‘content’ for your adoring fans.”

“Oooh, I was supposed to work out with Tony today, though,” Allison said. “Maybe I should see one last time before Fat Camp starts?”

“No way, grasshopper,” Carly said. “Tony is your reward for hitting 200 pounds. Lemme see your phone. I’ve got the perfect message in mind.”

Allison handed her phone to Carly, and Carly read aloud as she typed.

“Hey Tony, you made me feel like such a fat slut the other day. I loved it. Unfortunately, something came up, and I won’t be able to see you for a while. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. The next time I see you, you’re in for a BIG surprise ;-)”

“Perfect,” Allison said. “By the way, you don’t mind sitting in the backseat on our way to the buffet?”

“Why?”

“I drive a Honda Civic, and I don’t think the front door will close with you in it.”

“A Honda Civic? My fat ass would break the struts. If you wanna be a fat girl, you need to dump that little toy and get yourself a real car,” Carly said. “Don’t worry. I rented a Cadillac Escalade. Rule number one: Fat girls ride in style.”