The gluttony chronicles: the roommates

Chapter 5 - Revenge is Sweet

Sarah revels in the sight of her former fit friends struggling to squeeze into their oversized sweats and tees. As they wriggle and tug, their rolls and back fat spill over the waistbands, and their double chins wobble with each movement. Their bellies protrude, obscuring the waistbands of their underwear, while their bras strain to contain their burgeoning bosoms.

With a wicked grin, Sarah approaches them, unable to resist the temptation to give their soft, jiggling bellies a playful shake. She watches with satisfaction as they squirm uncomfortably under her touch, their faces flushed with embarrassment and frustration. For Sarah, seeing them like this is a sweet victory, a reminder of how far they've fallen from their once-fit selves.

Leaning in close, Sarah whispers cutting remarks that she knows will strike deep into the hearts of her former fit friends. She doesn't hold back, aiming to expose their insecurities and vulnerabilities with each carefully chosen word.

"You used to be so confident in those tight yoga pants," she murmurs, her voice laced with disdain. "Now look at you, struggling to even zip up those sweats. What happened to all that talk about healthy living and staying in shape?"

She watches as their expressions darken with shame and humiliation, relishing in the power she holds over them in this moment of weakness. "You've let yourselves go, haven't you?" she continues, her tone dripping with scorn. "It's pathetic, really. All that effort you put into staying fit, and now you're nothing more than bloated, lazy slobs."

Sarah's words hit their mark, sending a wave of self-doubt and shame washing over her former friends. She knows she's struck a nerve, and she revels in the knowledge that she's successfully undermined their confidence and exposed their deepest insecurities.

As one of them struggles to yank up her too-tight pants, the fabric protests with an audible rip, drawing Sarah's attention. She smirks at the sound, relishing in the physical manifestation of their downfall.

"And look at you," she sneers, gesturing towards the torn fabric. "Can't even manage to squeeze into your clothes anymore, can you? It's like watching a sad, desperate attempt to cling to your former selves."

Turning her gaze to the other friend, she notices her casually plucking a stray fry from her bra and popping it into her mouth. Sarah's lip curls in disgust at the sight.

"Found a little snack in there, did you?" she remarks, her tone dripping with disdain. "How far you've fallen, resorting to hiding food in your clothes like some kind of starving animal. Pathetic."

She watches with satisfaction as her words hit home, the shame evident in their expressions. They may have once been her rivals, but now they're nothing more than a couple of pitiful, overweight shells of their former selves, and Sarah intends to make sure they know it.

Sarah's eyes gleam with malicious intent as she outlines her devious plan. "Here's what we're going to do," she begins, her voice dripping with venom. "We're going to have a little eating challenge. Whoever can devour the most fast food in one sitting wins."

Her friends exchange wary glances, but Sarah cuts off any protests before they can voice them. "And here's the catch," she continues, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "The loser has to wear a sign around their neck for a week, confessing to everyone they encounter that they're a gluttonous pig who can't control their eating."

The horror dawns on their faces as they realize the implications of Sarah's challenge. It's a punishment designed to strip away any remnants of their former pride and dignity, leaving them exposed and humiliated for all to see.

"But I'll make it interesting," Sarah adds, her tone positively gleeful. "I'll even livestream the whole thing so our followers can watch as you stuff your faces like the pigs you've become."

With that, the stage is set for a twisted game of gluttony and shame, orchestrated by Sarah with ruthless precision. She knows her friends won't be able to resist the lure of the challenge, and she fully intends to revel in their inevitable downfall.

The camera flickers to life, capturing Sarah's triumphant smirk as she addresses the audience. "Hey there, folks," she chirps, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Today, we have a special treat for you all. My dear friends here," she gestures to Emily and Jessica, who are shifting uncomfortably beside her, "have graciously agreed to participate in a little eating contest."

Emily and Jessica offer weak smiles to the camera, clearly uneasy about what's to come.

"Now, here's how it's going to work," Sarah continues, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "They each have a mountain of fast food in front of them, and the goal is simple: eat as much as humanly possible in the next hour."

The camera pans to reveal the heaping piles of greasy burgers, fries, and milkshakes arranged before Emily and Jessica. Their eyes widen in apprehension as they take in the daunting spread.

"But wait, there's more," Sarah adds with a wicked grin. "The loser of this little contest will be subject to a rather... humiliating punishment."

She holds up a large cardboard sign for the camera to see, the words "I'm a Gluttonous Pig" scrawled across it in bold, black letters.

"That's right," Sarah crows, relishing in her friends' discomfort. "The loser will have to wear this sign around their neck for a whole week, broadcasting their shame to the world."

With a flourish, she presses the "start" button on the timer beside her, and the contest begins.

As Emily and Jessica dive into their food with a mixture of determination and dread, Sarah settles back with a satisfied smirk, eager to watch her friends fall into the depths of gluttony and humiliation. The live stream chat explodes with excitement, eagerly anticipating the spectacle that is about to unfold.

As Sarah reads out the comments from the chat, a malicious grin spreads across her face. "Looks like our audience is enjoying the show," she taunts, relishing in the opportunity to inflict further humiliation on her former fit friends.

"Here's a good one," Sarah reads aloud, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "'FromFitToFatAndBackAgain' says, 'Wow, never thought I'd see the day when Emily and Jessica would be stuffing their faces like this. What happened to all that dedication to fitness?'"

Emily and Jessica exchange uncomfortable glances, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Sarah continues to read the comments, each one cutting deeper than the last.

"'Guess those running shoes are just gathering dust now, huh?'" Sarah reads with a smirk. "'Looks like they've traded in their six-packs for six-piece nuggets!'"

The chat erupts with laughter and jeers, fueling Sarah's sadistic delight as she watches her friends squirm under the weight of their newfound gluttony.

With each comment, Emily and Jessica shrink further into themselves, the reality of their transformation sinking in with each cruel word. Sarah revels in their discomfort, knowing that she holds all the power in this twisted game of her own making.

As Emily's phone buzzes with her mother's urgent message, her heart sinks with dread. "Um, excuse me for a moment," she mumbles, her voice strained as she fumbles to answer the call.

Meanwhile, Jessica's phone lights up with a notification from her boyfriend, who is currently overseas. She gulps nervously, knowing that a message like this could only mean trouble. With trembling fingers, she taps on the notification and holds the phone to her ear, bracing herself for whatever news awaits her.

As Emily and Jessica step away from the camera, their expressions betraying their anxiety, Sarah watches with a sly grin, relishing the chaos she has orchestrated.