chapter 1

The truth of the matter is: all I’ve ever really wanted to be in life is fat.

For some of us it takes a while to find our calling and figure out what it is exactly that we do best. For me, my destiny didn’t call to me until I was about halfway through my four years in college. I had always been kind of a shy kid and kind of a loner, that is until I got paired up with a young woman who would become my biggest supporter and my partner in crime.

My name is Kylie Jane Pierce, and my roommates name was Rosalie Mills, though most of the time people would call her Rosie for short. Now I had always been something of a chubby girl, not terribly athletic, more interested in lifting a fork than lifting a dumbbell, but I was always quite stealthy about it. I never wanted to make any sort of a spectacle of myself or draw attention to myself in anyway. Rosie on the other hand was fat and proud, and was not shy at all about eating in public and showing off how much she could pack away.

I’ll never forget the first time we went to lunch together in the cafeteria. She grabbed two trays and loaded them both up with food. Everyone around was staring at us as we took our seat, and Rosie proceeded to stuff her face like a hog. She had no table manners whatsoever, just grabbing food with her bare hands and cramming it in her mouth, making a total mess of herself.

“Rosalie,” I said to her, “what are you doing? You’re making a fool of yourself and everyone is looking at us.”

“Let them look!” she said with a mouthful of mashed potatoes. “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.”

I admired her confidence, even though I was nowhere near as confident as her myself. I still very much cared what people thought of me, and didn’t want to do anything to bring any unwanted attention to myself.

Things would start to change though when Rosie and I went to a party at a nearby fraternity house. Rosalie’s boyfriend Jake was in the fraternity, and he and all of his good buddies in the group were all big guys who loved to party, drink lots of beer and eat lots of junk food. We we walked into the place, and I swear I’d never seen so many pizza boxes and kegs of beer in all my life.

I watched in awe as Rosie, Jake and the rest of them all stuffed slice after slice of pizza down their throats and guzzled down beer like there was no tomorrow. “Where do they put it all?” I thought to myself. “Their stomachs must be lined with lead.”


Then I heard a voice inside of me, a voice I’d heard before but never paid much attention to. It was a voice that I’d suppressed time and time again, but for whatever reason at this moment I was unable to ignore.

“Just do it,” said the voice. “Go for it! You know you want to.”

The intoxicating aroma of the pizza, the intoxicating nature of the alcohol and the munchies I had from the joint I’d just smoked made it all too much to resist. “Why should they have all the fun?” I said to myself. “Why shouldn’t I be able to pig out like them if I want to.”

“That’s right,” said that voice inside of me. “Don’t fight it! Just give in!”

Rock music was blaring on the speakers, blacklight and smoke filled the air and the room was spinning. I got up from where I was sitting and walked over towards the stack of fresh pizzas on the table in the far corner of the room, grabbed one of the boxes and opened it up.

“Pepperoni and sausage,” I said to myself as I deeply inhaled the delicious smelling scent, “my favorite.”

Reaching in for a slice, something came over me and I instead picked up the entire pie, folding it in half as if it were a giant taco. Grease was dripping everywhere as I opened up my mouth as wide as I possibly could and shoved it in as far as it would go.

“Look!” I heard Rosalie cry out from somewhere behind me. “Look at Kylie! She’s going for it!”

The others in the room began to cheer me on, encouraging me to eat more and more. I started to frantically chomp away at the pizza in my mouth, until before long I had scarfed down the entire thing. “Grab another one! Go for it!” I heard the crowd cheer. By now everyone had gathered around to watch me eat like a pig. I decided that if they wanted to see a show, I’d give them one that they’d never forget.

Opening up three boxes at a time, I’d stack the pies on top of one another and press them down as flat as I could, then I’d stuff those in my face in much the same manner as I did the first. Doing this over and over, I was able to devour close to three dozen large pizzas in less than ten minutes.

“Holy cow!” said Rosie’s boyfriend Jake. “Look at her go! She’s amazing!”

I kept on stuffing pizzas in my mouth, tearing them apart as if I were a wild bear feasting on salmon. At a certain point I looked down, and I saw that my belly was getting huge. “Oh my goodness,” I said to myself, “look at what a pig I am turning into! I’m getting as big as a house, and I don’t even care. What the hell has come over me?”

The crowd cheered on as I downed pie after pie. I can’t be certain exactly how many pizzas I ate that night, but it had to have been at least fifty. Everyone was shocked and astounded by how much I was eating, but none of them were disgusted or discouraged. In fact, they were all excited to see my glutinous display; they couldn’t get enough. Neither could I!

“Come on, Kylie!” cheered my friend Rosie “There’s just a couple more left! You can do it!”

“Should I eat them all?” I asked, barely intelligible as my mouth was still stuffed full of pizza.

“Yes! Go for it!” shouted the gang.

Swallowing what I had left in my mouth, my tongue came falling down over my lip as I gasped for air and braced myself to finish off the last of the pies. I slapped the two round pizzas together, and I rolled them up until they looked like a gigantic burrito or a large cigar. Then I pried my jaws open as wide as I possibly could and crammed the entire thing in my face. The crowd erupted with excitement.

“She needs a beer!” I heard one of the guys exclaim. “Get the keg! Get the tube!”

Before I knew what was happening I was on my back, my humongous overstuffed belly sticking up in the air, and the gang of revelers had surrounded me. A tube was inserted in my mouth, a tube that was attached to a keg of beer. “You ready?” said a jovial and bearded chubby frat-boy, and before I knew it he was pumping gallons of beer directly into my gut while the gaggle of onlookers started chanting, “Chug! Chug! Chug!”

My belly grew and swelled up to gargantuan proportions; I never in my life up to that point would have dreamed of allowing myself to get so big, to consume so much in front of other people, to let myself go and turn into the fat pig I always dreamed of being, but here I was in front of a group of friends who were all cheering me on and encouraging me, getting fatter and fatter by the minute.

They emptied not one but two entire kegs of beer into me that evening. By the time it was all over I was not only incredibly stuffed but super drunk as well. When they pulled the tube out of me, I let out a huge burp that shook the windows and drowned out the still incredibly loud stereo system. Everyone was clapping and cheering as if I had just accomplished some sort of an outstanding athletic feat, and I suppose in some ways I had. Some guys came up to me and started patting my giant belly, making it wiggle and shake like a giant bowl of jelly.

“Okay, guys,” said my friend Rosalie, “I think she’s had enough now. I’m gonna bring her back to the dorms.”

“Aww, come on!” said one of the fellas, “the night is still young! We’ve got plenty more beer.”

“Come on, Kylie,” she said to me as she took me by the hand, “let’s get you home.”


I had become so big and round that I could barely stand; my entire body was wobbling about as I slowly waddled my way out of the building, my friend Rosalie taking me by the hand and leading the way. I definitely got more than a few stares as we made our way across the darkened campus quad from late-night stragglers who were either coming home or on their way out to their own festivities.

“Don’t worry about them,” my friend assured me as we inched closer to the dormitory entrance.

“Ugh! Look at me — *hicc!* — I’m so huge!”

“You sure are,” Rosie agreed, “you’re almost as big as me now. I’m going to have to work harder to keep up with you now!”


When we finally got up to our room, Rosalie helped me onto my bed and removed what was left of my clothes. My giant and bloated tummy was still wobbling about like I let out another earth-shattering belch.

“You’re such a pig,” my friend said with a wink and a smile.



“Ugh! I know,” I said, “I can’t believe how much I ate tonight. I’m so embarrassed.”

“What? Are you kidding?” said Rosalie as she sat on the bed next to me and put her hand on top of my massive spherical belly. “You’re my hero!”


This was the first night I ever slept in the same bed with another woman. Rosalie and I, as big as we both were, squeezed our bodies tightly together in that tiny little dorm room bed. As if she knew exactly what I needed, Rosalie spent the night rubbing my belly, massaging away the discomfort and pain, all the while giving me gentle kisses on my neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, making me feel loved and cared for.

The following morning I was dreadfully hung over and my stomach felt like it was full of rocks; I was huge and bloated and felt like I could barely move, and yet I felt strangely satisfied with myself. Memories of the night before, the cheers and the adoration from my peers went swirling through my aching head, and from that point on I felt as though I had entered a new chapter in my life.