Chapter 1

"...or this one?" my new roommate finished as she slipped smoothly into the small crop top. If I'm being honest, it really doesn't matter. Lexi looks skinny and stunning in whatever she wears. She's going to steal all the attention at the PIKE party tonight, and I'll just be left as the fat friend.

"The first one, definitely. It really shows off your toned shoulders." I replied. In reality, I just wanted Lexi to change one more time so she could get another look at the taught tan skin covering her abs and ribs, and imagine what it would be like to have that again.

I turned and looked myself up in the mirror. I hadn't bothered asking Lexi's advice in picking out an outfit because the truth was I only really had one set of going out clothes that kind of still fit. I was actually skinny for most of my life; blond hair, pretty face and really good at soccer. Puberty kind of fucked that up though making my ass and thighs too big to keep up with the other girls on our regional all-star team. After I quit my sophomore year of high school I didn't replace it with anything athletic. So I got chubby. Fine, fat. I went from about 112 lbs. at 5'6" when I stopped to 208 lbs. now at the start of my freshman year of college. Still 5'6". Which as my mom likes to remind me makes me obese. Yay.

And my mom wasn't the only one who noticed. I had arrived at school early by about a week for sorority rush, but that went just about as well as you'd expect. Lexi and I went into Rush together and preff'd all the same houses, but as the rounds went on she received call backs while all I was left with were "We regret to inform you.."'s. The only sorority that had extended me a bid was Phi Mu, which Lexi and her friends had been sure to shit on throughout the whole process. "Phi Moooooo gets the ugly or fat leftovers". And so I ignored the bid, while watching Lexi and her new friends post about their new Tri-Delt sisterhood.

I turned back to getting dressed. Buttoning these jeans had been a struggle and had left quite a bit of my stomach overhang pushing out into my black top. I tugged the V of my tee down a little further, hoping that if my tits were practically hanging out of my shirt my stomach wouldn't be as noticeable. My ass was my other weapon. As the first thing to grow on me it had been the widest and thickest part of my body since I started getting fat. One of my favorite things is to be fucked from behind where all they can see is my thick ass swallowing their cock, not having to worry about them judging my soft gut while I try to concentrate on both sucking it in and getting fucked at the same time.

"I bet Lexi's never had to worry about that" I mused looking back at Lexi as she downed double shots of UV Blue. "Let's go partyyyyyyyy at pike," she shrieked as she skipped to the door, recording herself on snapchat. "Ubers almost here Kate!"
"I'll be there in a sec!" I called after her. I quickly poured and downed a triple shot of Blue before chasing her out the door.

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It took Lexi no less than eleven minutes to abandon me once we had arrived at the party. I kinda figured she would likely go off and find some guy but honestly didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Lexi had connected with two of her new sisters and had managed to make their way into one of the brother's rooms where there was apparently a smaller party going on. I knew this because she posted it on her story where I could see it. At least she got me in though. PIKE's one of the best fraternities on campus and this was the party to be at tonight.

I went to the bar to get some more punch. The punch had so much sugar that it was extremely difficult to tell how strong it actually was. Being essentially alone at this point with nothing better to do I had been pounding punch and could really start to feel it. The kind of drunk where you really have to concentrate on each action you take. Pickup ladle. Scoop up punch. Move ladle over cup.
As I was filling up the cup I felt a hand grab and shake my ass. My body rippled as the wave moved up and bounced my tits. "Damn first week of school and you've already hit the freshman 15."

A combination of alcohol and embarrassment immediately flushed my cheeks red. I spun around to find a very intoxicated frat boy who's hand slid from my ass to my hip as I turned. He was now staring straight into my chest.
"It's clearly gone to all the right places though." He was not very cute at all but it was honestly flattering getting someone's attention after being by myself so I decided to mess with him a bit.

"Ugh you would think, but too much of it is going to my ass and tits, not enough to my belly", I responded, pinching my muffin roll and doing the best I could to look concerned. Although I was messing with him I wasn't lying entirely. One of the ways I had coped with gaining so much fucking weight was to sexually picture myself as a large useless blob. I don't know why the idea of me being good for nothing but eating and getting fucked turned me on so much, but I had always had a bit of a thing for humiliation.

"What the hell, that's really weird," he said, taking a step back. I responded by stepping toward him, grabbing my stomach with both hands, shaking it and pulling it up ever so slightly from its pants prison. At this point he turned and was making a beeline out of the room. Satisfied, I also turned but didn't make it a single step before bumping belly-first into someone.

He was solid. In my drunken frame I hadn't anticipated encountering such an immovable object. Already short on balance I bounced off him and stumbled backwards feeling myself fall faster than I knew I could recover from. In the smoothest movement I have ever seen in my life, he glided forward, squatting down to wrap his thick arms around my upper torso and lifting me back up in one continuous motion. As a clinically obese women weighing more than four large bags of dog food I never had imagined that happening. I almost fell back over in shock.

My eyes rose and I got a better look at him. Ladies, he was FINE. Like every physical stereotype for the hottest man you can imagine, all in one. Tall, light hair, strong jaw and broad shoulders. I love broad shoulders. He even smelled amazing, an aromatic combination of fresh cotton and mint. As he pulled away, his hands brushed the sides of my tits, sending waves of sensation up my neck and down my belly. I wanted his strong hands touching every part of me at the same time. I wanted to be enveloped by him.
"Careful there, you might fall onto that prick," he started with smile that said he already knew what was going on, but was going to let you figure it out on your own.

I arched my back and grabbed his side belt loops, pulling us close. "I can think of a prick I'd love to fall on". I could feel his hard cock pressed into my stomach. Of course it was fucking big.

He was quiet for a moment. "I saw you grabbing your stomach earlier. Are you as into humiliation as I am? By the way, I'm Jake."
"You could say I'm a glutton for it," I responded as seductively as drunk me could muster. "Kate."

"Prove it, Kate," he said, a finger rising up to the V of my tee and tugging it down to expose more of my boobs.

"I'll do anything you ask, as long as you feed and fuck me good."

His hands circled lower, brushing the lip of my belly that was too much to be contained by my jeans. "I want you to pull these jeans below your stomach." He began pulling my shirt up. My pussy was on fire. "Then I want you to walk over and eat a slice of pizza from the kitchen without using any hands."

I didn't say anything. My hands slid from his belt loops to mine, wiggling it down over the bulk of my gut. My high-ish-waisted jeans were now low-rise with a thick rim of fat extending from my left love handle around the front to my right one. I took his hands and placed them on the sides of my stomach and let him squeeze my lard. He proceeded to tug my shirt up past my belly button. "Damn you're such a fat sack of shit. How the hell did you fit all of that in those jeans." He then took my hands, and reaching around, placed them in my back pockets, giving my ass a quick grope in the process.

And I was off to the kitchen. The fat girl, gut shifting with each step, hands behind my back causing me to project my tits and stomach forward. I could feel eyes on my belly, flitting up to my tits and back down again. Disgust radiated from the faces of those in my path and phones came out to record the event. But I felt one pair of eyes cut through the rest, the pair from the man behind me who sent me on this social suicide mission. I could feel his eyes slowly burning a hole in my ass, so I made sure to give him a show. I swung my foot around with each step like a model on the catwalk, allowing him to see the outline of my wide ass cheeks separate and press together with each step.

Reaching the kitchen I leaned over an open pizza box and went for a slice on the far side. I could have gone for a closer section but this allowed me to press my tits down into the grease on the close side of the pie. I made out snippets of comments from bystanders between bites.

"Holy fuck she's such a pig."

"Dude, get me in the shot we're gonna be on Barstool!"

The jeering was such a turn on. Everything, from my tits to my pussy felt warm and wet. I kept my hands firmly in my back pockets squeezing my cheeks with each chew imagining they were his hands encouraging me to finish.

I straightened up as I finished the final bite. My face and cleavage were shiny and dripping with orange pizza grease. Two girls, concerned with my performance, swooped in and tried to usher me out of the spotlight. One of them pulled down my shirt while the other unsuccessfully tried to stuff my stomach back into my jeans, pulling my waistband with one hand and using the other to grab fistfuls of fat and push them back in.

"You shouldn't be here right now!" "If you don't leave right now your life will be ruined!" But I knew I was already too far in. And I liked it. The crowd was moving in and two frat boys carrying a case and a beer bong approached. Chants of "Beer bong" grew slowly out of the crowd. Half a dozen phones were pointed at me, recording. Unsure I locked eyes with Jake. He smiled and gave me a slow nod.

I got down on my knees in front of the one with the bong. He held the tip right in front of his crotch like it was his dick. I grabbed it with both of my hands and shoved it down my throat, looking up at him with my best attempt at innocent blowjob eyes. The pizza grease was making its way down my chins to join the oil on my boobs.

The other guy began cracking beers, two at a time, and dumping them down the funnel. I opened my throat and imagined I was taking Jake's cock as deep as I could, holding it open as the beer gushed down. I could feel it pooling in my stomach and pushing down on my waistband as the girls hadn't managed to stuff much of it back into my jeans. The pants I had starved myself all day to get into were now incredibly tight. I got through four beers, and as the fifth and six were making their way down the tube I pulled it out from my mouth and let the remaining liquid pour out over my chest.

Cheers erupted from the crowd along with a chant of "Frat Queen! Frat Queen". I was blacking in and out at this point but from what I can piece together from memory he took my waist, strong fingers digging into my soft, useless love handles, and led me away into a hallway where we made out for a bit. I vaguely remember him wiping pizza grease off my face then snaking his hand under my belly and massaging my fupa with his oily fingers before pulling me upstairs to his room.