Freshman 15...0

Chapter 1 - Move in day

The August sun beat down on the sprawling campus of Northwood University, turning the asphalt into a shimmering river of heat. Inside the air-conditioned luxury SUV, the world outside seemed like a distant, silent movie. Chloe sat in the back, her thick thighs pressed together, the denim of her shorts creating a familiar, sweaty friction. She was already feeling the anxiety of the day, a low, humming dread that settled deep in her belly.

"Ready for the best four years of our lives?" Keeley asked, her voice bright with excitement as she killed the engine. At 5'7", with sun-streaked blonde hair cascading down her back and a toned physique that turned heads wherever she went, Keeley was everything Chloe wasn't.

Chloe pushed her glasses up her nose, the plastic frames slightly damp from the humidity. "I guess so," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the imposing brick buildings of her new home.

The contrast between the sisters was a study in extremes, a fact that had defined their entire lives. While both had inherited their mother's delicate facial features and golden blonde hair, their bodies had taken different paths. Keeley, at a firm and athletic 125 pounds, was a vision of teenage fitness, the result of years of competitive cheerleading and a disciplined diet. Chloe, at 182 pounds, was bottom-heavy in the most dramatic way. Her breasts were modest at best, barely filling a B-cup, but her hips and thighs were a force of nature. They were colossal, a landscape of soft, dimpled flesh that seemed to have their own gravitational pull. Her lower body was a testament to indulgence, with cellulite that created a rippled, almost quilted pattern across her massive thighs and round buttocks. Her belly was soft and round, a gentle slope that flowed seamlessly into her hips, a hint of the soft girl she was destined to become.

Their mother had always said Chloe was "built for comfort, not speed," a phrase that had once brought Chloe to tears but now just made her shrug. Her belly was soft and round, protruding slightly over the waistband of her shorts, but it was nothing compared to the spectacular width of her hips and the sheer volume of her lower body.

"You're not going to wear those shorts, are you?" Keeley asked, her eyes sweeping over Chloe's outfit with a critical gaze. Chloe was wearing denim cutoffs that ended high on her thighs, exposing the pale, dimpled flesh. "They're a little... snug."

"They're comfortable," Chloe replied defensively, tugging at the hem of her oversized t-shirt, a futile attempt to hide the soft curve of her belly.

Keeley sighed dramatically. "I just don't want people to get the wrong impression about us on the first day."

Chloe's face flushed. This was the story of their relationship—Keeley constantly worried about how Chloe's appearance reflected on her. As they unloaded their belongings, Chloe tried to ignore the stares from other students and parents moving into the dormitory. She knew what they were thinking: how could two sisters look so different? How could one be so conventionally beautiful while the other was so... substantial?

Their mother had made a point of reminding Chloe about "the freshman fifteen" that morning. "Be careful, sweetie," she'd said, patting Chloe's soft belly. "College has a way of adding pounds. But then again, you've always loved your food, haven't you?" She'd winked. "If you want to eat, you eat. Mommy loves spoiling her girls."

Their father had been more practical, handing them each a platinum credit card with no spending limit. "For whatever you need," he'd said, before turning his attention back to his phone.

Their dormitory was a suite with two separate bedrooms connected by a common area. As they began unpacking, the differences between them became even more apparent. Keeley's side was quickly organized with perfectly folded clothes, photos of her with her popular friends from high school, and expensive skincare products arranged neatly on her desk. Chloe's side was a chaotic mess of books—her one true passion—stacked precariously, clothes that needed to be folded, and various snacks she'd brought from home.

"You know," Keeley said, emerging from her room wearing a crop top and leggings that showcased her flat stomach, "there's a welcome mixer tonight at the student union. We should go."

"I don't know," Chloe hesitated, sitting on her bed which creaked under her weight. "Maybe we should just unpack and get settled in."

"Chloe, we're supposed to be meeting people! This is college! We can't hide in our rooms for four years."

"I wasn't planning on hiding," Chloe said softly, though that was exactly what she wanted to do.

Keeley came and sat next to her, the mattress dipping dramatically with the addition of her weight. "Look, I know you're nervous. But you're going to have to talk to people eventually. Why not start tonight?"

Chloe looked at her sister's perfect face, her clear blue eyes, her flawless skin. They had the same parents, the same blonde hair, the same basic facial features, yet somehow Keeley had gotten all the beauty genes while Chloe had gotten... well, she'd gotten the appetite genes, that was for sure.

"Fine," Chloe agreed reluctantly. "But I'm not changing."

Keeley's eyes flickered over Chloe's body, a disapproving look crossing her face before she masked it. "Okay. Whatever. Just be ready by seven."

The mixer was exactly what Chloe had dreaded. The student union was packed with beautiful, confident people laughing and mingling as if they'd known each other for years. Keeley was immediately surrounded by a group of equally attractive girls and athletic-looking guys, all of whom seemed to gravitate toward her natural charisma. Chloe stood awkwardly by the punch bowl, feeling like an elephant in a room full of gazelles.

She tried to focus on the positive aspects of the room—the interesting architecture, the band playing in the corner, the variety of outfits people were wearing. But she couldn't escape the feeling of being watched, of being judged. She caught snippets of conversations as people walked past her.

"Is that Keeley's sister?" someone whispered.

"I heard they're related. Can you believe it?"

"She must really let herself go."

Chloe's face burned with humiliation. She filled a cup with punch and retreated to a corner, hoping to become invisible.

"Hey," a voice said beside her. "I'm Marcus."

Chloe turned to see a tall, lanky guy with glasses and a kind smile. He was holding a book—she recognized it as one of her favorites, "The Secret History" by Donna Tartt.

"I'm Chloe," she said, surprised that someone was actually talking to her.

"Are you here with Keeley?" he asked, his eyes briefly flickering over her body before focusing on her face. "I saw her come in with you."

"She's my sister," Chloe confirmed, bracing herself for the inevitable comparison.

"She seems nice," Marcus said politely. "So what are you majoring in?"

"English literature," Chloe replied, relaxing slightly as they discussed their shared interests.

They talked for nearly an hour about books and professors and classes they were taking. Marcus was smart and funny and didn't seem to notice or care about Chloe's size. For the first time that evening, Chloe felt like she might actually survive college.

Across the room, Keeley was holding court with a group of what were clearly going to be the popular kids. She was laughing at something a handsome guy with a perfect smile said, her hand resting casually on his arm. Every so often, she would glance over at Chloe with a look that was part pity, part exasperation.

As Chloe and Marcus talked, a group of guys walked past, their eyes zeroing in on Chloe's body. "Whoa, check out the hips on that one," one of them said, his voice loud enough for her to hear. "She's supposed to get that big after college, not before."

His friends laughed, a cruel, jeering sound that made Chloe's face burn with humiliation. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor. But Marcus just squeezed her hand, his touch a silent, comforting presence.

"Don't listen to them," he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. "They're idiots."

Chloe looked at him, her eyes wide with gratitude. He was the first person, other than her parents, who had ever defended her.

"Hey, Keeley," one of the guys called out, his eyes still on Chloe. "Your sister's looking a little... thick. You sure she's not eating your share?"

Keeley's face flushed with anger, but she just pasted on a fake smile and flipped them off. "At least I have a sister," she retorted, her voice dripping with venom. "Unlike you, who probably has to pay for company."

The guys just laughed and walked away, leaving Chloe standing there, her body a trembling mass of humiliation and shame.

"I'm so sorry," Marcus said, his voice full of genuine sympathy. "People can be so cruel."

"It's okay," Chloe lied, her voice shaking. "I'm used to it."

But she wasn't used to it. She would never be used to it. And as she stood there, in the middle of the crowded room, she felt a familiar, comforting urge to eat, to soothe the pain with the one thing that had never let her down: food.

When the mixer ended, Keeley excused herself from her new friends and made her way over to Chloe and Marcus.

"Hey," she said, her eyes briefly flickering over Marcus before focusing on Chloe. "Ready to go?"

"Oh, Keeley, this is Marcus," Chloe said, feeling a surge of confidence. "Marcus, my sister Keeley."

"Nice to meet you," Marcus said with a genuine smile.

"You too," Keeley replied, though her attention was already drifting back toward the group she'd left behind. "Chloe, we should probably get back. I want to get a good start tomorrow."

"It was really nice meeting you, Marcus," Chloe said, meaning it.

"You too," he replied. "Maybe I'll see you around campus?"

"I hope so," Chloe said with a small smile.

As they walked back to their dormitory, the silence between the sisters was heavy with unspoken words.

"He seemed nice," Keeley said finally. "A little... bookish, but nice."

"He's smart," Chloe defended. "And he actually wanted to talk to me about something other than how I'm related to you."

"That's not true!" Keeley protested, though the look on her face suggested otherwise. "I just want you to have a good college experience. But you can't do that if you're hiding in corners talking to the first guy who approaches you because he feels sorry for you."

"He didn't feel sorry for me!" Chloe shot back. "He likes books! We have things in common!"

"Chloe, you need to be realistic," Keeley said, her voice softening slightly. "Guys like that aren't interested in girls who look like... well, like you. Not when there are so many other options."

Tears welled in Chloe's eyes. "Why do you have to be so mean?"

"I'm not being mean," Keeley insisted. "I'm being honest. I'm trying to help you avoid getting hurt."

"By telling me no one will ever be interested in me because of how I look?" Chloe asked, her voice trembling. "How is that helpful?"

Keeley sighed, running a hand through her perfect blonde hair. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... I worry about you. College is hard enough without being... different."

Chloe didn't reply. What could she say? Her sister was right—she was different. Always had been, always would be. And as much as Keeley's words hurt, they weren't entirely wrong.

When they got back to their room, Chloe went straight to her bed, pulling out the book she'd been reading. Keeley watched her for a moment, her expression unreadable.

"Chloe," she said softly. "I really am sorry. I want us both to have a good time here. Maybe tomorrow we could get lunch together? Just the two of us?"

Chloe looked up from her book, surprised by the offer. "Okay," she agreed reluctantly. "But I'm choosing the place."

Keeley smiled. "Deal."

As Chloe settled into bed that night, she thought about Marcus and the brief connection they'd made. She thought about Keeley's words and the painful truth they contained. Most of all, she thought about the four years ahead of her and wondered if she would ever find a place where she belonged, or if she would always be the awkward fat sister, forever in the shadow of Keeley's perfection.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a chocolate bar she'd stashed there earlier. As she unwrapped it, the familiar comfort of chocolate melting on her tongue soothed her frayed nerves. For a moment, she forgot about her anxieties and the judgment of others. There was only the sweet, rich taste of chocolate and the gentle fullness spreading through her body.

Tomorrow would be another day, with new challenges and new opportunities. But for now, in the quiet darkness of her room, Chloe found solace in the one thing that had never let her down: food.

Welcome, reader. You've just met Chloe. You've seen the world through her anxious eyes, felt the sting of cruel whispers about her already-generous hips and thighs, and witnessed the first, fragile spark of a connection with Marcus. You've met her perfect sister, Keeley, whose beauty is a weapon and whose kindness is a mask.

But what you've read is merely the appetizer.

You think you know where this story is going? You think you've seen the extent of Chloe's soft, bottom-heavy figure? You have no idea.

What you've witnessed is the calm before the storm. You've been introduced to the players, but the game hasn't even begun yet. You think Marcus's quiet interest is the answer to her prayers? You think Keeley's offer of friendship is a genuine olive branch? You think the unwanted attention at that mixer was the worst of it?

Think again.

In the chapters to come, you will descend into a world of dark, decadent obsession. You will watch as a simple crush spirals into a twisted, all-consuming fetish. You will see a sister's jealousy morph into a shocking, calculated conspiracy. The freshman fifteen will become a distant, naive dream as the numbers on the scale climb higher and higher, each pound a testament to a desire so powerful it borders on madness.

You will feel the plush, overwhelming weight of a body transforming at an alarming rate. You will witness the creation of new rolls, the deepening of creases, the blooming of red stretch marks across a landscape of soft, yielding flesh. You will be there for every feeding, every weigh-in, every secret, every forbidden touch.

The question isn't if Chloe will gain weight. The question is how much, how fast, and who is pulling the strings. Is it the charming, dominant frat boy who sees her as a masterpiece to be sculpted? Or is it the quiet, bookish boy with a secret he can barely admit to himself? And what of her sister, who sees in Chloe's gain a reflection of her own perfection?

This is not a simple story of a girl gaining weight. This is a psychological thriller of appetite and control, a romance of the most forbidden kind. It's a journey into the heart of desire, where the lines between love and obsession, between care and cruelty, between pleasure and pain, become terrifyingly blurred.

You've only just opened the door. The real feast is about to begin. And I promise you, you've never seen anything like it.