Chapter 9

Alisson felt her face burn up in shame as it turned crimson red. Getting bullied like this was still so new to her that she didn’t know how to respond. Feeling her swollen belly jutting out did nothing to improve her confidence, so she just stood there and let the girl raise her voice again.

“I didn’t believe it when I heard that the high and mighty Alisson showed up at my party. But here you are, standing by yourself and stuffing my snack bar into your belly.” She laughed and slapped Alisson’s full belly, making her groan. “You really came here thinking no one would recognize you, huh? Probably hoping to make new friends? Well, I have bad news for you: no one here wants to be your friend, not after how you behaved when you were still a skinny, pretty thing. The most you can get here is pity, but I wouldn’t even count on that.”

Alisson looked around and saw that the girl was right. Everyone looked at her with unconcealed dislike. She realized the mistake she’s made. How naïve she was to think she could have a good time at this party and meet new people. Her former arrogance had robbed her of that. She would be alone for the rest of her college career.

“And now you think you can just come here and eat all my food,” the girl continued.

“I’m sorry,” Alisson mumbled, looking at the floor, ashamed.

“It’s too late for that now. You have already eaten more than your share.” She grabbed a whole batch of brownies and pushed it into Alisson’s hands, grinning. “The least you can do now is pay me back by leaving my party fatter than ever.” She gave Alisson’s belly another pat. “We won’t let you leave until you have eaten this entire tray.”

Alisson went pale in shock. “But I have already eaten so much,” she exclaimed, immediately embarrassed by her confession. “I can’t finish this!”

“You will if you want to leave this party. Come on, we all have seen you blow up in the past months. We can see that you know how to overeat. Now get to it!”

Surprised by the demanding tone, Alisson stuffed a brownie into her mouth.

“That’s the spirit! Now, we’re not here to torture you, so I have a little thing to help you finish.” She turned around and grabbed two shot glasses filled to the brim. “Here, have those to help your stomach relax and make room for more.” She then grabbed a chair and a small table, which she placed in front of Alisson. “I’m sure your body isn’t used to standing for this long anymore, so this will be your special place. You can watch us have fun while you work on your task here.”

“Th-thank you,” Alisson replied hesitantly. Nervous, she drank her two shots, unsure if getting drunk around the people here was the best idea. Then she sat in her chair and looked up at the girl.

“That’s the perfect place for a tubby girl like you. Have a great night. I know many people here will have just that.”

Alisson didn’t know how to respond. Instead, she took the next brownie and took a bite, trying to ignore the laughter around her. She hated to admit it, but as the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body, it got easier to push more food into her belly. Even though she was already panting slightly from the fullness, it at least numbed the pain of her expanding stomach.

She managed to eat almost half of the batch until needing a break and leaning back. Seeing her belly so stuffed it dwarfed her boobs made Alisson gasp in shock. For the first time in her life, she truly felt like a fat girl. All her attempts to better herself were failing, and now she was at a party, stuffing herself fatter for everyone to see. Maybe this really was the only thing life had to offer for her now?

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone putting two more shots on her table. Alisson was scared of what more alcohol would mean for her night but knew it was the only way she could get through the rest of the batch. Biting the bullet, she quickly emptied both glasses and grabbed the next brownie.

Alisson spent the next hours in a cycle of stuffing herself and drinking shots whenever she needed a break. As her stomach was nearing its limit, Alisson had to take more breaks, thus getting increasingly drunk. Her mind started going hazy from the alcohol and her stuffed belly. Soon, she no longer cared about eating gracefully, grabbing brownies and sloppily pushing them into her mouth. She wasn’t bothered about getting chocolate stains all over herself.

As she worked through her challenge, Alisson noticed someone approach her with their phone pointed at her. At the back of her mind, a voice told her to stop behaving like a pig and get rid of the camera, but in her drunken state, she pushed those worries away. Instead, she drunkenly grinned straight into the camera, giggling.

“Here we have our party’s fat pig. Do you have anything to tell everyone?”

Alisson leaned back and burped. “Ugh, I’m so stuffed and fat. How did I let myself get this big?” She patted her belly, laughing, straightened up again, and put on a serious face. “But I need to keep eating! Everyone wants to see me get fatter!” She stuffed another brownie into her face and looked up at the camera again, smiling.

From there on, everything became a blur for her. She vaguely remembered drinking more shots while people cheered her on to finish her tray. She was only aware of the intense pain her belly was in. Everything around her disappeared in an alcohol-fueled haze. Then she had one last lucid memory of grabbing the last brownie and pushing it toward her mouth.

“Let’s get this fatty a cab home,” was the last thing she heard before her mind went black.