Chapter 1

Carly sighed, pausing to lean against the door frame of the empty room she was inspecting and looking down at the clipboard in her hand with contempt. She had more than half the rooms in the Theta Nu Sigma to go, which meant checking the overhead lights and replacing any burnt bulbs, ensuring all electronics were unplugged, and most importantly, verifying that each room was clean and ready for her sisters to return to at the start of the new semester.

Every girl in the house was responsible for cleaning their own space and they all assured Carly that they had, but each room revealed varying degrees of mess: unemptied trash cans, dirty clothes littered about the floor, paper coffee cups and water bottles left on nightstands, one pair of first-floor roommates even left their window screen ajar, allowing a swirl of dried leaves to blow in and a layer of frost to develop on the windowsill.

Carly, never one to shy away from the opportunity to have more power and influence in Theta Nu, had found herself in this unfortunate (and in her opinion, unfitting) role due to her near insatiable desire for elevated social positioning, a desire she was beginning to regret more and more with each mundane and unacknowledged task.

After losing the election for chapter vice president Carly had felt scorned, so when Lexi, the current chapter president who in Carly’s mind was responsible for her loss, decided to extend her summer European tour to a fall semester of study abroad, Carly jumped at the chance to fill her administrative duties in the interim.

She envisioned herself having the power and popularity that Lexi did, something that Carly had always felt was bestowed on Lexi solely for her title and the power imbalance between herself and the rest of her sisters, but the reality couldn't have been further from her imagination. Lexi was still the chapter president, still revered, respected, and talked about constantly, and all Carly had become was a glorified office manager.

She’d taken up full responsibility for the boring, pedestrian tasks that went on behind the scenes to keep the chapter and house running, and now that she’d pulled back the curtain, she wished she’d never journeyed to meet the wizard in the first place. The whole thing felt beneath her and the job, unlike when Lexi held it, was entirely thankless, her sisters barely even noticing the bills she handled, the events she planned, the budgets she created, the paperwork she filled out, and of course, all of the cleaning and organization that she was now responsible for around the house. She felt like an overworked, underappreciated mother to 22 ungrateful brats, and although this was the last day of her all-consuming position, the day was far from over.

“Lexi never did any of this shit,” she grumbled aloud, unsure if her unheard words actually rang with any truth.

Whether or not Lexi completed these tasks herself was irrelevant, the tasks would be worth it for the glory and attention that she got. Glory and attention that was markedly missing for Carly. As little as Carly cared to admit, the way Lexi looked had far more to do with her star treatment than her position of power in the sorority. Lexi was known to every single student on campus as their university's most desirable girl, her perfect, curvaceous body the subject of countless crushes and more than a few plastic surgery speculations. She had an exaggerated hourglass figure cinched by a small waist and flat stomach, and offset on either side by her campus-famous assets.

Those assets, much to Carly’s constant annoyance, were always on display, her heavy, pillowy, and buoyant breast constantly spilling precariously from the neckline of her low-cut shirts and her rounded, globular ass supported by toned, shapely legs either wobbling in her sundress or bouncing from side to side in the tiny shorts she favored. Showing off was Lexis M.O., and her style, the skin-tight clothes she wore, and the legions of fans and followers that she boasted left her with plenty to show.

Carly could barely stop herself from constantly thinking, speculating, or gossiping about Lexi’s body, and things had come to a point, entirely unbeknownst to her, that anytime she brought up Lexi her fellow sorority members would roll their eyes and settle in for a rant. She just couldn't stop herself. She often had no desire to, but regardless, leaving the topic of Lexi’s body alone was something that Carly was absolutely incapable of. She complained constantly about the way Lexi danced, the way she walked around half-naked in the sorority house, the way she refused to buy clothing in her true sizes in order to draw attention, all of it.

A common point of reminiscence for Carly was her last interaction with Lexi before she’d left for her trip. The two women had been sitting in Lexi’s single room, the privacy of not having a roommate the only perk of the position that Carly had actually been able to benefit from, and going over her new list of responsibilities and duties as interim president.

“I have another date tonight,” Lexi had suddenly said casually, standing and walking past Carly to shuffle through the clothes hanging in the closet behind her. “What should I wear?

“I don't know,” Carly had mumbled, mesmerized by the way that Lexi’s ass still jiggled slightly right after she stood still, the reverberations from her swishing walk making her titanic ass quake.

She’d looked away sharply, forcing a scowl as Lexi turned this way and that, her perfect ass looking massive and pillowy soft as it strained against the extra tight athletic shorts that barely contained it and left not a dimple of womanly flesh to the imagination.

“Can we finish this?” Carly had redirected with annoyance.

“Yea, yea, one sec,” Lexi had dismissed, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her toned figure and a bra so tight her milky, buoyant breasts were pouring over the tops of the cups, both oversized, perfectly round tits squashed by the constraining undergarment.

She’d turned back towards Carly, leaning forward as if she were telling her a trade secret.

“My boobs are getting so big,” she’d whined braggadociously, all but shoving Carly’s face into her more than ample rack. “I need new bras.”

Carly had jumped up with a quickness that could’ve only been born of pure panic, her heart racing.

“I don't care,” she’d blurted near nonsensically, turning heel and all but running from Lexi's room.

She hadn't been able to erase that moment from her mind, not even for a second. She’d complained about it incessantly to her Theta Nu sisters and her other friends, emphasizing how gross and slutty Lexi had looked, how ditzy she’d sounded, but when Carly was all alone, particularly when she was fulfilling some presidential task that Lexi would’ve normally fulfilled, the bouncy heft of Lexi’s oversized chest was all she could picture, her eyes running down the busty girl's exposed line of cleavage in her memory just as they had at the time.

She was frustrated, hated that her jealousy made her fixate on her nemesis as much as she did, and whenever she had the thought she did her best to channel it into hope. Lexi had been right, her boobs were getting bigger, and between her swelling breasts, her growing ass, and her addiction to unhealthy snacks and sugar-loaded frappes, Carly tried to expend her hateful energy into picturing Lexi as a porky, bloated blob, finally blown up like a balloon from all her greasy binges and finally knocked down a peg, her melon sized tits and titanic ass now matching the rest of her tubby, oversized figure.

Carly thought about that as often as she could, most typically when she was trying to fall asleep, and she found the image of her stacked sorority president waddling around with a belly that pushed out further than her ass did to be one that was as calming as it was exciting. That was the chief emotion she felt when she pictured Lexi that way. Excitement. It was a sick anticipation really, as if she somehow held the knowledge that Lexi’s blimping would be inevitable, that the perfect, enviable girl would someday lose the features she cared about most.