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“Watch out, piggy alert!”

Daphne Lee was used to getting her way. She was the embodiment of pretty privilege, slim and sexy with a body that was unfairly beautiful. It wasn’t enough for Daphne to have a trim waist with the hint of abs, and slender and toned arms and legs. She also had to rock an ass that was deliciously full and yet perfectly firm and breasts that she would also proudly describe as being the perfect size. Daphne was exceptionally proud of her fit figure, and she loved to flaunt it whenever she could. She was rather petite, short but lean enough to give her tone legs the illusion of length. It was not odd to see Daphne wearing an array of tight pants designed to showcase her beautiful but and midriff baring tops to reveal her trim tummy.

She loved to showcase her lean legs in shorts and her breasts in low cut tops. Her slender hands often found themselves dancing along her own body, running up and down her abs as she teased others with treasures they were not allowed access to. Daphne loved having people drooling over her appearance, and, even more than that, she loved making people jealous.

“Look at that wide load waddle!”

“Look at her and look at me. I’m hot as fuck, and she’s a total cow. How can a woman let themselves get that fat? It’s disgusting.”

“Hey, Piggy. Maybe lay off the brownies and you can look at least close to normal, you fat, disgusting, pathetic loser.”

Daphne accomplished this jealousy by being ruthlessly catty and demeaning to others whom she found physically inferior, which was everyone. She especially loved making fun of fat people. She had over the years of course developed her own favored targets, but no overweight person was able to avoid her scrutiny. She was always ready with a judgmental gaze or a sharp comment, sometimes even something as simple as-

“Oink. Oink.”

Or.

“Moooooo.”

Those little teases, the way they made fat people look so crestfallen, Daphne lived for that. Making fat people feel bad always made Daphne feel better, and she didn’t care who she was hurting or how much she was hurting them.

And that carelessness is what would eventually lead to Daphne’s downfall. Her vanity and arrogance would prove to have weighty consequences as she faced a big fat dose of karma.

This is the story of how Daphne went from a perfect prima donna to a big fat pig.

In Daphne’s mind, she was always perfect and had already achieved so much by the time she got to college. She was an aspiring dancer who had already won several competitions, had been head cheerleader, homecoming and prom queen. The destiny that lay ahead of Daphne was bright indeed, and she knew that Rho Eta Alpha Tau was going to be her next major stepping stone, the place that sealed her fate.

She just didn’t realize how.

Rho Eta Alpha Tau was full of talented women. It had a prestigious reputation for producing powerful and influential individuals. Daphne’s own mother had been a PHAT girl back in the day, so she knew she was a shoe-in as a PHAT legacy. She had already made good friends with one of the PHAT girls during her previous campus visits and her freshman orientation, Megan.

Megan had promised to take Daphne under her wing and personally become her big sister once she became a full member of Rho Eta Alpha Tau, and it was clear by Megan’s confidence, not to mention her gorgeous figure, that the sophomore was destined to to rise to the position of sorority president, so Daphne knew she was hitching her wagon to the right horse, plus she and Megan had a knack for making fun of fat people together which was another thing for them to bond over and eventually shape sorority policy around once Daphne was given the power she rightly deserved. Daphne’s eyes were on the presidency as well after all. It was good to be Megan’s heir apparent even as a simple pledge.

That was the confidence she was carrying as she strolled around campus, soaking in her new domain. She was focused on surveying her new domain, so focused that she failed to see the rather large woman that she bumped right into. Suddenly she found herself slamming into a big blubbery belly and staggering backward nearly falling to the pavement. The fact that this entire thing was mostly her fault did not stop Daphne from being incredulous.

“Watch where you’re going fat ass!”

The woman whom Daphne had slammed into seemed rather taken aback, but for the moment let the comment slide.

“Oh. I’m so sorry.”

But this wasn’t enough for Daphne who looked the fat girl up and down. It was clear from the way the fatty carried herself that she was used to being shamed and called names. She had lifelong couch potato written all over her fat ass. In order to really hurt this tub of lard, Daphne would need to dig deep.

“You better be, you cow, you absolute oinker. People like you are a disgrace, fat and lazy and stupid. You’re a slow moving sack of fat, and you still can’t be bothered to watch where you’re going, you land whale. It’s fat slugs like you that make this world worse.”

Daphne reached forward and grabbed the fattest part of the fat girl’s blubbery belly, a thick lower roll of fat that had come spilling out from under her shirt after the collision. 

“Look at this. Look at this blubber. How do you live with yourself? It’s pathetic. It’s disgusting. Those are the perfect words for it. I couldn’t say it enough. It’s sad to see someone as fat as you, sad, pathetic, disgusting. That sums it up, and I want to really drill it into your thick, fat, skull. All fat people are pathetic and gross, and you really take the fat fucking cake don’t you? I’m sure you absolutely love cake, Fatty.”

With her other hand she reached and pinched one of the fat woman’s love handles. Her actions were beginning to draw a crowd. And the fatty looked flushed and near tears which is exactly what Daphne was going for. Now she just had to bring it home.

“You’ve got blubber for days! You’ve got no business being here. Fatties like you shouldn’t be out in public. Go back to your dorm and stuff your face with junk food, Fatso. We both know that’s all you’re good for, you fat, pathetic loser.”

Now the tears started to run down the fat woman’s face and Daphne knew she had her.

“Oh, is the big fat baby going to cry now? You really are a sad, fat pathetic weakling. You're a disgusting pig. You’re not worth any more of my time. Have a great day, Piggy. Oink. Oink.”

And with that, Daphne sauntered off, confidently strutting across campus with a renewed sense of vigor, blissfully unaware that the fat woman she had just so miserably obliterated was Audrey, one of the sisters of Rho Eta Alpha Tau.

That would have been enough to seal Daphne’s fate as the Freshman Piggy and put her on the road from thinness to obesity, but somehow Daphne wasn’t done.

Audrey wasn’t even the only PHAT girl that Daphne managed to piss off that day. As she passed by a campus hotdog cart, she happened across Mindy, a sister whose name she did not know at the time though that probably wouldn’t have stopped her. Mindy was in the middle of ordering two hotdogs for herself loaded with ketchup, mustard and sauerkraut. Daphne couldn’t resist herself.

“Do you really need two hotdogs, Piggy? A fat ass like you probably doesn’t need any.”

Mindy stared in disbelief that someone could be so openly hateful right here in broad daylight.

“I mean, what have you already had like six today? You look like a fatty who can’t stop eating. I bet you just love sitting around stuffing your face all the time. You just love eating, you greedy little glutton, you fat lazy pig, you absolute couch potato. Don’t you, Lard Butt?”

It was all true, and honestly, Mindy normally would have found this kind of talk super hot if if was coming from her girlfriend, but in the moment she was just really flustered, hurt, and angry.

And Daphne kept going.

“Like I know some guys like fat asses, but come on. You’re just carrying around way too much junk in the trunk, not to mention all the other gross fat you’re working with. You should be ashamed of yourself. If I ever looked like you, I’d want to throw up. You’re such a gross fatty. Just- Eww!”

The verbal assault began to bring a tear to Mindy’s eye. With every word, she hoped it was over, and yet Daphne didn’t seem to have an end to her insults.

“If I were you’d, I’d get the hell off campus. Why are you even forcing people like me to look at you? You know everyone thinks you’re a pig right? Everyone hates you and your stupid, gross, fat body. Nobody wants to be looking at a body so fat and flabby.  It’s disgusting. You should do us all a favor and go hide your fat ass away somewhere. Go hide in a basement like the fat loser that you are and stuff your fat face silly. I’m sure you’ll be a lot happier that way. I know we all would be if we didn’t have to look at your big, fat, bloated, blubbery body. You cow!”

Daphne gave Mindy a spank on the ass and was on her way, laughing as she strolled.

There was one last nail in Daphne’s coffin before she even made it to the PHAT house. During Daphne’s time in high school, she was the queen bee, and one of her favorite subjects to bully was Chloe Stanton. Chloe was a fat girl, a rather awkward girl who had a tendency to knock things over with her wide hips and big round ass. It caused Daphne to quickly label her a clumsy cow, and their senior year was especially eventful when it came to bullying Chloe for her weight. Chloe spent a lot of time crying in the bathroom and eating food for comfort which of course made her an even bigger target for Daphne, quite literally.

Chloe was also the cousin of Lauren, the current Rho Eta Alpha Tau president.

Daphne was shocked and rather appalled to see that Chloe was somehow one of the pledges up for consideration when it came to joining the ranks of Rho Eta Alpha Tau which pissed everybody off. In Daphne’s mind this disgusting fat girl did not have what it took to be a PHAT girl. And she was not afraid to let a room full of people know it.

“What? Are they going to just let any pig walk in here?”

Daphne walked over to Chloe and pinched both of her love handles hard.

“You don’t deserve to be here, Chloe the Cow. Just look at these love handles.”

She grabbed Chloe’s stomach next and shook it in front of everybody.

“And look at this gut. You’re a pathetic fatty who really thinks they have what it takes to cut it here? I’d die if I was as fat as you. You’re so disgusting. You let yourself get this way, get this disgustingly fat, and still have the nerve to stand here with actual hotties, your fat ody on display in clothes that you clearly grew out of this summer (pathetic) and think you deserve a spot like us? You’re such a fat loser, a cow. Mooooo. Chloe the Cow. Mooooooo. That’s what you should be doing, Mooing for us just like I used to make you moo in high school. Moo for us, Chloe the Cow. Moo.”

Daphne’s complete dressing down of Chloe were all overheard by Lauren who was eager to dole out punishment.

Megan watched the whole thing transpire like she was watching a slow motion car crash. It wasn’t enough that Daphne pissed off Lauren by making fun of Chloe. Then she had to go and double down on her insults once Audrey and Mindy showed up.

“Damn it,” thought Megan. Even at least she had waited until she was a full member of the sorority before making fun of that cow, Janey. Who did this vain idiot think she was? She was ruining everything for herself, and Megan wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it, not that she was even going to bother trying. No. Daphne had clearly dug herself a hole that was too deep to get out of, and Megan wasn’t about to risk her social standing by sticking her neck out for her. She was certain that Daphne was not going to be allowed to join the sorority.

What happened next was far worse than that.

“Make her the Freshman Piggy,” Audrey was the first to suggest it, slamming her fist so hard on the conference table that her whole fat body shook.

Megan wasn’t even one hundred percent sure what that was, just that it was something she had heard about in whispers once or twice and that it sounded awful.

“We haven’t had a Freshman Piggy in over six years,” replied Lauren. It was a brilliant move on her part, seemingly impartial. But Megan could already see how things were going to shake out. If Audrey wanted this punishment, Mindy would too, and Yolanda, who always had eyes for Mindy, would go along with whatever her big said. And that would give Lauren enough votes to move comfortably without looking biased, and, by then, everyone else would fall in line.

“It’s time to bring it back,” seconded Mindy. And that was all it took to then move to a vote. The debate was over before it really began, and in the end the vote was unanimous. Megan figured if she couldn’t make use of Daphne anymore she might as well play along and enjoy fattening her up.

The announcement was made that night as the pledges were all gathered together. 

The rest of the house was present as well save for Mindy.

“Daphne, we have decided to bring back a storied tradition here at Rho Eta Alpha Tau, where we select a special pledge to receive our attention,” began Lauren.

“Well thank you, I am quite special, unique, magnificent.”

“And arrogant. That is why we have brought back this tradition as punishment. You will be this year’s Freshman Piggy.”

“What?!?”

The rules of the Freshman Piggy were explained to Daphne who put up quite a bit of resistance at first until she was convinced that being blacklisted from Greek life on campus and completely socially shunned, let alone losing access to all that Rho Eta Alpha Tau had and disappointing her mother outweighed packing a on few pounds. (Had she known then how many pounds she would end up packing on she might have weighed things a bit differently.)

Audrey walked up to Daphne and lifted up her shirt.

“This is such a nice trim tummy you have here.”

Then she grabbed Daphne’s hand and made her grab her lower belly roll again.

“I’d say goodbye to it because by the end of the year, you’ll be sporting one of these.”

The rest of the pledges all got a good laugh out of that, and Chloe leaned over to whisper in Daphne’s ear.

“I can’t wait until you’re fatter than me.”

The thought sent chills up Daphne’s spine.

At that moment, Mindy came barging into the room, sweaty from the running she had just somehow managed to do.

“Did I miss anything?”

“We only just made the pronouncement,” replied Lauren.

“Oh good. I wanted to give our new Pigg her first snack.”

Mindy then slammed two foil wrapped hotdogs covered in mustard, ketchup and sauerkraut into Daphne’s hands. 

“I think you need these, Piggy. Eat up.”

Daphne was in such a spin over the reality of her situation that she failed to notice the fresh mustard stain on the corner of Mindy’s mouth, something she would have ordinarily made fun of. Instead, Daphne unwrapped the hotdogs and began to eat. She couldn’t help but be a bit messy because she was trying to eat the hotdogs as fast as possible to get this over with, and by the end a few ketchup and mustard stains were already ruining her shirt and staining her hands and face. But Daphne was not allowed to change just yet. Instead-

“Let’s get our Piggy to dinner,” proclaimed Lauren, and Daphne was led off to the dining room.

Daphne turned her head to Megan in a plea for mercy and aid, but Megan just shook her head and offered an insulting snicker before following along.

Dinner was quite a lot, and the sign of even bigger things to come. Usually Daphne would have been perfectly content with a salad, and cruelly, as a joke that’s just what he dinner started out with, a small bowl of salad. Then a small bowl of salad with a comical amount of ranch dressing poured on it. Then the real meal began.

Daphne was served a huge bowl of macaroni and cheese, an extra creamy affair that stuck to her mouth as she tried to eat it. And she was encouraged to eat it as fast as possible lest there be more. So she began to cram it into her mouth with no care to how much of the creamy cheese sauce was sticking to the corners of her mouth or running down her chin. Something about being surrounded by so many eager sorority sisters watching her eat made the nervous Daphne eat more and more faster and faster, but despite her speed, the food didn’t stop.

Every time it looked like Daphne was getting close to being finished, another sorority sister would ladle another helping of mac and cheese into her bowl. It would land with a sickening splat, and Daphne would blanch as she dug in to eat it. When it was Audrey’s turn she sprinkled a handful of bacon bits on the top.

“A little bit of pork for our piggy.”

She sighed and kept eating. As she did so, she could feel her stomach surging outward into a large food baby, becoming more bloated by the spoonful. Her trim tummy was stretched taut, but Daphne kept filling it with more food. There was something of a competitive edge to her. If she was going to be stuck doing this, she was going to do her best not to let them see her sweat. This was actually quite difficult as the act of over exerting herself so much to eat all of this food was indeed making her sweat. Nevertheless, she persisted. She may have been a vain and conceited bitch, but she was no quitter.

So the mac and cheese kept going until the entire pot was gone and then there was a big juicy burger to be eaten, its cheese and barbecue sauce also spread across her face along with the burger grease. In order to even contemplate getting the entire burger into her stomach, Daphne knew that she needed to really cram it in her cheeks and power through it. The sorority girls were honestly kind of impressed, impressed enough to throw in one more hotdog for good measure.

And that was before dessert.

Daphne thought dessert was just a simple, if rather large, piece of decadent chocolate cake, but it was only after she somehow managed to finish the cake, with chocolate adding to the array of smears on her cheeks. Then it was revealed that the real dessert was a box of half a dozen chocolate frosted doughnuts. Daphne groaned as she put the first one to her lips, but she still managed to polish off two of them before Lauren finally called an end to the evening since she didn’t want Daphne to become physically ill.

“But we expect you to finish the other four before you come down for breakfast tomorrow, Piggy.”

Mindy and Audrey helped Daphne back to her room. As they walked, Mindy enjoyed running her hand over Daphne’s taut belly.

“Wow. You really fit a lot in there, didn’t you? This thing’s like a drum. Time to get you to bed so you can start digesting this and turning it into fat.”

“And don’t worry about the doughnuts,” added Audrey.

“Eventually you’ll be able to eat it all. Hell, this meal will seem like a snack.”

“Yeah! We’re going to stretch your tummy so much that you’ll be able to eat anything. This we’ll be a piece of cake. Heehee. Maybe one day we’ll have you eating a whole one!”

“I… won’t… I won’t get fat.” muttered Daphne.

“Oh, sure you will, Piggy,” chuckled Audrey.

“We’re going to turn you into such a gluttonous pig that you’ll be begging for food.”

“Yeah. You won’t even be able to stop yourself once this whole thing is done. You’re going to be a permanent member of our fat girl club.”

Daphne felt the fat of Mindy and Audrey squish against her body and cringed at the touch and at the thought of the future that she prayed did not await her.

As they slipped Daphne into bed, Audrey pulled out one last treat from her back pocket, a singular Twinkie.

“Eat it, pig.”

“L-Lauren said I didn’t have to eat anymore.”

“Lauren said you didn’t have to eat the doughnuts. But the rules say you have to eat what any of us give you. Now eat.”

Daphne cried but knew she had no choice. She groaned as she ate the Twinkie, such a sickeningly sweet snack cake on top of everything else. But she managed to get it down and was finally allowed to sleep.

The next morning, Daphne dutifully did as she was told and ate all four chocolate frosted doughnuts before arriving for breakfast. She brought the empty box and didn’t bother to clean the chocolate from the corners of her mouth as proof of the deed. This earned her a round of applause from the PHAT girls, but it did not earn her a reprieve from breakfast.

That breakfast included a mountain of pancakes slathered in butter and drowning in maple syrup. And of course it came with a large side of bacon.

“More pork for our Freshman Piggy!” 

The taunts continued from Audrey as she struggled to eat.

“Sucks doesn’t it, piggy? I know it’s hard. You’re so used to being slim and sexy and in control. I was just like you once. Slim and sexy. But now I can’t stop eating. And you’re going to be just like me. You don’t have a choice. You have to stop thinking like the thin girl that you are and start thinking like the fat girl you’re going to become. And you’re going to be a real fat girl, not just overweight. Obesity is in your future, Piggy.”

Daphne refused to believe what Audrey was saying, but that future seemed like more and more of a possibility with every bite of the rich buttery pancakes. What made things even worse was when she watched Audrey take the leftover bacon fat and mix it with milk, protein powder, maple syrup and ice cream to make a monstrous milkshake for Daphne to consume.

“This oughta help you pack the pounds onto that skinny body of yours. You’re going to be looking pretty pudgy pretty soon.”

Daphne felt like a pig as she began to suck down the milkshake and quickly lost track of her attempt to count the calories she was consuming. It was disgusting, but she could not bring herself to quit. The weight of her massive breakfast made her feel too lethargic to go to the gym, and she found herself collapsing onto the couch which was a mistake because it made it very easy for the PHAT girls to bring her a parade of snacks throughout the day.

Later that day, when she did finally manage to get off the couch, Daphne ran into Megan.

“Megan, you have to help me.”

“Help you? Why? How?”

“You were going to be my big. We were going to rule this place, remember? You can’t let these fatties do this to me. You have to talk to them.”

“These fatties? That’s your future, Daphne. They’re going to turn you into a cow just like them all because you couldn’t stop running your stupid mouth. And I don’t associate with fat losers, so get away from me.”

“I- I’m not fat. I’m hot. I’m slim and sexy. I was the head cheerleader, the prom queen, the queen be. I have a bright future ahead of me. I’m hot!”

“For now, but you’re going to be a total blimp soon. They’re going to turn you from a hottie with so much potential into a pathetic fatty, and like that’s sad, but it’s not my problem. It’s your big fat problem to deal with. So enjoy the food, future Fatso.”

As Megan walked away, Daphne so Mindy standing there waving an entire box of Twinkies.

“Look what I have for you, Piggy. A little snack.”

“No. Please. Mindy. I’m sorry. Please don’t make me eat all those.”

“You don’t have a choice, Piggy. But… hmmmm… let’s play a little game, and maybe I won’t make you eat the whole box.”

Mindy dragged Daphne over to a full length mirror.

“Look in the mirror and tell me what you see.”

Daphne looked at her reflection and had to admit that even with the bloating of her stomach from all the food she still looked mostly slim and sexy.

“I see a hottie.”

“But not for long. Right? What are you going to become?”

“I’m… I’m going to become a fatty.”

“That’s right, now look at yourself and say goodbye to your old body and hello to what’s to come.”

Daphne looked at her reflection and ran her hands over the tight curves of her body, caressing them, saying a long wordless goodbye to every part of her she prized so dearly and then-

“Goodbye, hot body. Goodbye slim and sexy temple. Hello, fat body, big gut and flabby ass.”

“That’s right. Now get to eating. You’ve got a whole box of Twinkies to get to, Piggy.”

“The wh-whole box? But you said-”

“I said maybe you wouldn’t have to eat them all. I changed my mind.”

Daphne sat down and dejectedly began to eat her way through the entire box of Twinkies as Mindy stood over her?

“Do you really need all those Twinkies? They’re going to make you fat, you know.”

Mindy laughed and laughed, and Daphne knew that all she could do was eat and eat.

That’s how the days went for Daphne. When she wasn’t in class or sleeping it seemed like she was eating. Even when she had work to do, Daphne always had some kind of snack in front of her that she was made to eat. And the meals grew larger as Daphne grew lardier. Mindy and Audrey were right. Her stomach was stretching and her capacity increasing which the sisters took full advantage of.

The amount of weight that Daphne put on was shocking. The speed in which the pounds piled on was unbelievable, borderline unrealistic but it was a testament to just how much time she was spending stuffing her face with junk food.

By the time she reached Thanksgiving, Daphne had shot past the freshman fifteen and put on thirty pounds. Her belly was her most prominent part followed by her ass. Her round but tight ass used to be her favorite feature, but thanks to all the sitting she was forced to do while eating, that ass had quickly deflated even as it grew larger thanks to the extra adipose that now filled it. She was getting a real blubber butt with a gut to match.

At Thanksgiving she met with no mercy thanks to her family. It turns out they thought she could use humility. When Daphne told her mother that she was the Freshman Piggy her mother, Meilin, found it hysterical. 

“I have to say,” mused Daphne’s mother.

“I never thought I’d see you like this, never imagined you could ever be soooo hefty. And I certainly didn’t think that I’d ENJOY seeing you get so chubby.”

“Mom, please. I’m… I’m not that-”

“Oh, come on, Daphne. You’ve definitely put on weight, and I’m going to make sure you keep putting it on.”

“What? You- you-”

“Any Rho Eta Alpha sister can make the Freshman Piggy eat and once a PHAT girl, always a PHAT girl. I’m quite enjoy the way you’re turning from brat to fat. Now eat up, Piggy,” Daphne’s mother demanded as she slapped another pancake onto Daphne’s already full plate.

“I- I won’t do it. I’ll quit.”

“You’ll do no such thing. You’ll do as you’re told, eat what you’re told, and get as fat as everyone wants you to get, or I’ll stop paying for your college. I may have raised a spoiled brat and future fatty, but I didn’t raise a loser and a quitter. No EAT! Eat, Piggy! Eat!”

Daphne gave up and dug in.

It turns out that she happened to be a freshman when the first Freshman Piggy was chosen and was one of the few sisters who really wanted it to be a thing every single year. She had always been very enthusiastic about feeding the Freshman Piggy, and that didn’t change now that her daughter was the chosen one. In fact, Meilin was ecstatic that she got to use her status as a PHAT girl to feed another Freshman Piggy after all these years. As such, she threw an extra large Thanksgiving feast the likes of which Daphne had never seen before just so that she could show Daphne off and make her eat in front of everyone.

“Look at Daphne, everyone!” Meilin proudly proclaimed as she paraded her chubby daughter in front of the family.

Daphne was squeezed into her old clothes since her mother insisted that they wait for Black Friday sales to buy her new “fat girl clothes”.

“Why waste money when you’re just going to grow out of them?” she had said with a laugh.

Therefore, Daphne was left standing in front of the judgmental eyes of her family in a blouse that was clearly letting her belly fat peak through the gaps between buttons and a skirt that her mother had very obviously closed with a safety pin.

“As you can see, Daphne has really been enjoying college, and I think it’s safe to say that we’ll all be seeing a lot more of her as the year goes by.”

Daphne’s mother made Daphne turn around so she could really show her off.

“You can see she’s getting quite the belly, and that tight little butt is losing it’s shape. She’s getting quite thick in the thighs, and really she’s getting quite thick everywhere, but thick with fat, soft spongy fat. She’s becoming just like the people she used to make fun of, a little chubsy wubsy. She’s going to be quite the fatty, can’t you all just tell?”

To add to her humiliation, Daphne’s stomach rumbled with hunger, growling loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Oh, looks like our little piglet’s ready for her feast,” noted her mother as she led Daphne to the dining room table.

Then Daphne had to eat, and eat, and eat.

“Daphne, it’s no wonder you’ve changed so much. It’s clear you’ve really be letting yourself go,” commented one of her aunts.

“Yeah, you’re piggy out and porking up,” laughed a cousin.

“Yes. Daphne certainly has been piling on the pounds, she’s just such a greedy little piglet now. She can’t help it,” laughed her mother as she slapped another spoonful of mashed potatoes on Daphne’s plate for her to scarf down.

“Such a shame, really. You were such a pretty girl. Now… well… it’s just such a shame,” nodded her judgemental aunt.

“I love it. She was always such a skinny bitch-”

“Language, young lady.”

“Sorry, she was always such a skinny brat, and now she’s getting fat. Karma’s a b- it serves her right. I love seeing her like this.”

“So do I,” proclaimed Daphne’s mother before leaning over and whispering in Daphne’s ear.

“Make sure you have room for dessert, Piggy.”

After Thanksgiving, the PHAT girls doubled down on stuffing Daphne on the road to finals and then sent her off for winter break. But break was not really so for Daphne when it came to her new diet thanks to her mother, and Daphne was extra embarrassed to have to see her old friends from high school. Some of them had put on the freshman fifteen, but they were nowhere near Daphne who was much closer to the freshman forty-five with many many more pounds to come.

“Wow, Daphne. You’ve really let yourself go.”

“You’re looking kinda hefty there.”

“Getting really chunky.”

“More than chunky. Damn, girl you’re getting FAT!”

Her “friends” took turns poking and pinching and prodding every bit of fat that they could get their hands on. Making fun of Daphne was an easy way to distract from any insecurities they may have had. But it was still hard for Daphne to see these girls who she once so easily dominated now holding that dominion over her. But all she could do was stay quiet. Her confidence was shattered, her will broken.

“And look at her now, she’s just taking it.”

“Yeah, cause she’s not the queen bee anymore. She’s a fat little loser.”

“There’s nothing little about her. She’s just a fat loser.”

“Oh my god, she’s becoming just like Chloe the Cow.”

“Yeah. Moooooove over, Chloe the Cow, there’s a new cow in the barn.”

“Moooooooooo. MOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Daphne had never felt so dumpy in her life, never so humiliated. And she still just stood there and took it all like the fat lump that she was hanging on to being the fat friend of the group for a little longer before they all just abandoned her completely. She couldn’t believe it, but she was actually looking forward to getting back to school even if it meant more stuffings ahead of her. She hoped that things would slow down at least a little bit.

She was very, very wrong.

Historically, the second semester saw people less engaged with the Freshman Piggy. Sisters tended to get bored, the momentum tended to get lost. And therefore the pace of the weight gain tended to slow down. 

But this was not the case with Daphne.

The PHAT girls sensed that a Freshman Piggy record was possible and decided to make the big push for it. It was something that girls made no secret of. In fact, Audrey and Mindy loved to really throw it in Daphne’s face. They were constantly eager to point out that Daphne was destined to become the fattest Freshman Piggy ever.

At one point, Daphne desperately asked Megan to help her out at the campus gym, but Megan only used this as an opportunity to show off and then further humiliate Daphne. When they got to the gym, Megan was disgusted to see how Daphne’s fat body looked spilling out of gym clothes that she had clearly outgrown months ago.

“Shit. You look awful. It’s like someone tried to squeeze two pounds of ham into a one pound bag. You look like a biscuit container that exploded and let all the dough out. Gross. You should be ashamed of all that fat just hanging out for everyone to see.”

“It’s not my fault nothing fits anymore. I didn’t want to put on all this weight. I’m not supposed to be fat. And I’m trying to lose it.”

“Well then let’s see you actually try and work off that gut. Get going.”

Megan watched Daphne’s fat body struggle on the treadmill. Daphne’s legging were so painted on that Megan could see the dimples of cellulite showing through, and after just thirty seconds at a pathetically moderate pace, Daphne was already flushed and running out of breath. Her heavy breasts were heaving, swaying from side to side with no sense of rhythm or rhyme as she lumbered on the treadmill with her thunder thighs chafing as they rubbed together. Megan thought the fat girl might just go ahead and start a fire right there on the treadmill if it weren’t for the buckets of sweat that were pouring off her fat flabby body which would have immediately put any flames out.

After another thirty seconds, forcing herself to somehow make it an entire minute, Daphne brought herself to a stop and nearly collapsed as she stepped off of the treadmill. She stood there hunched over with her big fat ass waving in the air, cheeks cresting over the top of her leggings with a full plumber’s crack on display. Her chubby hands rested on her fat knees with her blubbery belly sagging down and pressing against her thick thunder thighs. As Daphne breathed in and out, her sagging breasts swung about, and her shirt rode up further exposing even more of her juicy love handles and the massive muffin top she was sporting.

Megan couldn’t help herself and reached over to tweak one of those love handles before giving Daphne a hard smack on her wide rump. Megan was surprised by how much fatty cushion there was as she made contact with Daphne’s flabby ass even with Daphne bent over and stretching what muscles she still had. She knew Daphne was fat, that much was obvious from just looking at her, but feeling that fat under her fingers like that was a whole new experience and gave her a greater understanding of just how much Daphne’s once tight body had changed. 

Daphne’s entire fat body wiggled and jiggled as she shot back up, and Megan laughed at the sight as she reached over and pressed her hand against Daphne’s fat belly to stop it from jiggling.

“Ha. That’s it? Done already, Fatso?”

“Hey! That’s rude.”

“And it’s true. You’re a pathetic Fatso who barely lasted a minute on the treadmill.”

“I… I’m not pathetic.”

“Oh yeah? If you’re not pathetic, prove if. Let’s see some jumping jacks right now?”

Daphne’s face went red from more than just exertion.

“R….right now?”

“Yeah. Let’s see that fat fly.”

Daphne knew she was being set up for another round of humiliation. She could already feel her flabby legs wobbling like jello as they tried to keep her fat body even standing after over exerting herself on the treadmill. She felt like she barely had a single jump in her, but as she looked at Megan and her steely glare, she knew she had no choice. She had to kick her fat ass into gear.

With a grunt of desperation, Daphne hoisted herself into the air with her flabby arms flapping and her belly and breasts slapping up and down. Sweat flicked from her flabby body with every jump and each jump which only started by getting a few inches off the ground became even lower and farther spaced apart. She quickly lost any sense of rhythm, and her back was seriously starting to feel the strain of her swinging pendulous breasts. 

It wasn’t long before Daphne had no choice but to stop, and as soon as she did, Megan reached down and grabbed Megan’s fat sweaty belly. 

“This is so fucking gross. And look at it. It’s weighing you down, getting in your way. You are such a bloated, pathetic cow. It’s a shame. You used to be so fit and sexy and now you’re fat and flabby and lazy.”

“I… I’m not lazy.”

“Oh yeah? Then why has it taken you this long to ask me to drag your fat ass to the gym, huh Fatty?”

“I just… well the food… there was so much.. And I was…”

“Tired? Hungry? Too busy stuffing your fat face like the pig you are even after the girls in the house were done feeding you? If you really cared you’d have found the time. I think you like being a fatty.”

“I do not like being a fatty!”

Daphne’s chubby hands flew to her face since it was the first time she admitted to being a fatty out loud.

“Then prove it, Blubber Butt. Let’s see you work and get down and give me some sit ups.”

Daphne quaked as she slowly got herself to the floor knowing full well how much effort it would take to get her fat body back up.

With her flabby flesh quivering, Daphne did her best to perform a set of crunches, but her big belly had other ideas as it pressed her down and pressed against her fat thighs whenever she tried to complete a sit up, so her crunches kept coming off looking half-hearted despite the extreme amount of effort that she was putting into completing each one. She remembered when doing a hundred of these would have been easy, but now each one felt like a labor fit for Hercules. Each miserable attempt that she made reminded Daphne of just how far her flabby ass had fallen, and Megan was standing over the entire time eager to remind her further.

“You’re weak and pathetic, you big fat loser. What a shame it is to see you struggling like a fat sack of crap who's never worked out before. You’ve really turned into such a lump couch potato. It’s sad but hilarious at the same time.”

Daphne couldn’t do it anymore and just collapse completely, lying flat on the floor and feeling her soft belly rise and fall with each desperate breath that she took.

“Oh, is the pathetic fatty done? Are you giving up?”

Daphne didn’t respond and simply let the tears well up in her eyes and roll down the sides of her face, mingling with the sweat that coated her greasy skin. This lack of response was woefully insufficient for Megan who bent down to poke Daphne in the stomach.

“I asked you a question, Fatso. Are you ready to give up?”

Daphne nodded and sent her double chin wobbling.

“Y-yes. I give up. I give up.”

“You are pathetic. That’s why you’re still going to be fat, even when this whole thing is over. You’ll always be a fatty. Once a fatty always a fatty. That’s you now, you pig fat greedy pig.”

Megan reached into her bag and threw a protein bar at Daphne.

“Here. Eat this. Might as well ‘recover’ from your pathetic workout, Piggy.”

Daphne dutifully did as she was told and devoured the protein bar without even getting up from the floor, and by the time she was done, Megan was ready and waiting with not one but two Twinkies to toss at her. Daphne looked at the with horror written all over her fat face.

“You too? I… I thought we were friends.”

“Fuck no. Friends? Please. I would never be friends with a fat pathetic loser like you. I only took you here to see if there was any hope for you to change, but since that’s clearly never going to happen, I might as well get in on the fun of fattening you up, you sloppy sow. Now eat up like the good, well trained piglet that you are.”

Daphne cried but once again did as she was told knowing that she had no other choice but to eat the Twinkies as fast as she could just so she could get the whole thing over with. And once that was done she waddled out of the gym without even bothering to shower first, just eager to get back to her room and cry herself to sleep.

Of course, things weren’t that simple.

The trip to the gym earned Daphne an even larger stuffing when she got back.

“You really thought you could lose any of this weight, Piggy? No way,” said Audrey as she ladeled mac and cheese into a bowl after just making Daphne it half a cold pizza.

“We’re nowhere near done with you.”

As Daphne dug into the mac and cheese, Audrey knelt down and rubbed Daphne’s swollen gut.

“I want to hear you say it, Piggy. Tell me what’s going to happen to your weight. Admit it.”

“My weight’s…. My weight’s going to keep going up,” Daphne mumbled through a mouth full of mac and cheese.

“I’m going to keep gaining weight, keep getting fatter.”

Audrey jiggled one of Daphne’s love handles and swirled her finger around Daphne’s belly button.

“And what’s going to happen to this gut?”

“My… my gut’s going to keep growing, bigger, heavier, fatter.”

“That’s a good Piggy! See? You get it. Now eat up. There’s a lot more where that came from.” 

Her attempt to exercise had earned the ire of her fellow sorority sisters which in turned on her more food and more pounds.

But the biggest thing that aided Daphne’s downfall was the fact that the other freshman pledges now became recognized as full members. This included Chloe who could not wait to fatten her former bully.

“You’re really packing it on, Piggy. It’s so fun to see how fat you’ve gotten knowing how much fatter you’re still going to get. Isn’t it fun, being on the other side of all this teasing?”

This was all said while Chloe made Daphne eat an entire six pack of chocolate pudding cups.

“Suck, doesn’t it, Piggy? And to think you’re nowhere near done.”

With each finishing pudding cup, Chloe would squeeze Daphne’s flabby belly.

“Another pudding cup for this squishy pudding belly. You’re such a fatty now. It’s funny. I’ve lost some weight recently. I think you’re fatter than me. But now I want you to be fatter than I ever was.”

Chloe continued to squeeze and massage Daphne’s thick belly while pinching her thunder thighs.

“Remember your favorite nickname for me in high school?”

“Chloe the Cow.”

“That’s right. Well, we’re going to come up with some nicknames for you, don’t we? Let’s see, there’s Dumpy Daphne, Dumptruck Daphne, Disposal Daphne, Doughy Daphne - oh- Doughball Daphne! I like that one. What about Doubled Up Daphne? That has quite the ring to it. In fact, I want you to be twice the woman you used to be.”

“Tw…twice?” Daphne said after a big gulp of pudding.

“Oh, yes, Piggy. That’s my new goal. To double up your weight. They’ll be no turning back for you after that.”

Once the pudding was done, Chloe went and found a pint of ice cream.

“Does Piggy want some ice cream?”

“Chloe, please no.”

“Uh uh uh. That’s not how this works. I said, does Piggy want some ice cream?”

Daphne could see that she had no choice but to indulge Chloe in her game, and she hoped that if she did it would be over quickly and involve less food.

“I want some ice cream.”

“Who wants some ice cream?”

“Piggy,” Daphne said with a defeated sigh.

“Piggy wants some ice cream. Give me ice cream.”

“And do you want to feed you this ice cream?”

Daphne trembled, but she knew what she needed to say. She had no choice but to entertain the whims of the fat girl she used to bully and make fun of.

“Piggy needs some ice cream. Please, please feed me some ice cream. Oink. Oink. I’m such a hungry piggy. Feed me. Feed me more!”

Chloe dug and a spoonful with delight and shoved it in Daphne’s mouth.

As she continued to feed her piggy, Chloe also probed her for more.

“Tell me how much fatter you’re going to get.”

Daphne reluctantly complied, answering between spoonfuls.

“I’m going to double my original weight. I’m going to be the fattest Freshman Piggy ever. I’m going to be fatter than you ever were, so much fatter. And I deserve to be made fun of for it, just like I made fun of you. I’m a piggy.”

“That’s right, Piggy. Now keep eating. We’ve got big, big plans for you.”

Daphne listened to Chloe knowing there was nothing she could do to fight it. All she could do was eat.

And eat she did. She ate and ate and ate until, mercifully, the end of the year finally approached. Of course there was still one major event left to hold:

Her end of year piggy party.

Daphne’s piggy costume was a pink bikini with a curly tail sown on to the back. The tail had to be carefully sown to the waist of her bikini bottoms because most of the back was swallowed by her blubbery ass cheeks. 

Her face had grown fatter and more piggish over time as well. Slim features were replaced by far plumper ones. Daphne’s cheeks got jiggle jowls, and her chin doubled. That new double chin was definitely fitting for “Doughy Daphne”. As part of her costume, her piggishness was emphasized with a rubber pig nose and a pair of pig ears that were attached to a headband which rested atop her greasy hair.

Daphne’s large breasts were practically spilling out of her pink bikini top as they surged forward and sagged downward, but they were not nearly as prominent as the blubbery belly that spilled out in front of her and hung over the front of her bikini bottoms. That gut was covered in stretch marks from all of the feedings and had grown truly fat from all the food. Each calorie had left their mark. Each pound was obvious as her big greedy gut jiggled with the slightest movement. She hated the way her saggy sack of fat always felt the need to announce itself whether that be by spilling out of her clothes or by rumbling with hunger. It was a gut that clearly showed how greedy Daphne had become, a jiggly mass that was proof of how much she was stuffing her face even when she wasn’t being fed.

Her belly was far from the only thing that jiggled on Daphne’s body. She was covered in flabby flesh. This included her arms which used to be slim and toned but were now blubbery bingo wings. They were big, soft, pillowy, fat girl arms good for nothing but lifting food from her plate and getting it to her big fat face. The fat on her former biceps was so thick and soft soft that it started to droop like melted marshmallows over her fat elbows. Those fat flabby arms were matched by her thick thunder thighs which pressed together and forced her to waddle about in a slow ponderous manner. 

That waddle was made even lower by the way that Daphne’s wide spongy ass weighed her down. Her chunky cheeks were extremely heavy and covered in cellulite just like her thighs. Those blubbery buns were bloated enough to make knocking things over a habit if she was not careful, and her lumbering movements made being careful rather difficult. So her fat ass often led to a lot of humiliations. It was something to behold, the way the girl who used to strut like a model now waddled like an overfed penguin, shuffling about and frequently knocking things off of tables with her wide hips and oversized blubbery rear end. Those cheeks were like two fat assed wrecking balls sometimes, and it was a source of endless amusement to watch them go to work.

As the other sisters of Rho Eta Alpha Tau marveled in awe at Daphne’s now clearly obese body, she knew it was time to step on the scale.

“Two hundred and thirty-seven pounds! Congratulations, girls, we’ve got ourselves a new Freshman Piggy record!”

Lauren proudly proclaimed this weight as she grabbed Daphne’s doughy bell and gave it a shake to the roar of the excited crowd.

“And congratulations, Daphne. You are officially twice the woman you used to be, with plenty of pounds to spare I believe.”

With that and a loud slap to Daphne’s fat ass, Lauren clapped her hands.

“Now bring out the feast!”

And it was quite the feast indeed, there were burgers and fries and pizza, and macaroni and cheese, and Daphne was expected to eat it all. The worst part about that was that she knew that she could. The burgers were like nothing to her now. Each one went down like it was a light snack. People couldn’t believe it. Sure, she was well over two hundred pounds, but she ate like a competitive eater and someone who was destined to not just double her original weight but double her current weight. People could watch her eat and easily imagine the former prim and proper princess pigging out until she was pushing four hundred and fifty pounds. It was certainly easier to imagine Daphne weighing four hundred and fifty pounds or more than it was to imagine her ever getting close to one hundred and ten pounds ever again.

When she got to the macaroni and cheese, Daphne was slowing down, but only slightly. She felt like she had really come full circle, stuffing her face in her last meal with the same food she had eaten that first night. She had come a long way since then, and she could eat a lot more mac and cheese which is exactly what she did. 

“That’s right, Piggy! Have another spoonful! You’ve earned it!” shouted Audrey as she personally shoved another yet another spoonful of gooey mac and cheese into Daphne’s greedy mouth. 

At this point the richness of the heavy, cheese dish was really starting to weigh Daphne down and she sat there with her mouth open listlessly waiting for more food to be fed directly to her. All she could do was chew and follow, taking in more food without even thinking about it. Her mind had completely shut off and she was going by reflex alone. She was more than just a fat girl eating like no fat girl had eaten before. She was a complete pig, the true Freshman Piggy through and through.

Mindy began to massage Daphne’s bloated belly.

“Come on, Piggy. You’re doing such a great job. Keep it going. Make us fatties proud. Eat more and more like the good pig we’ve trained you to be. You are a good piggy aren’t you?”

Daphne barely managed to nod.

“Say it!”

“I’m a… I’m a good piggy. Oink. Oink. I’m a good piggy.”

And then Daphne let out a tremendous burp as her stomach made space for more junk food to be crammed into it.

“That’s our good girl, our big greedy piggy,” said Mindy as she proudly patted Daphne’s bloated belly.

Her stomach was outrageously stretched but still somehow had more room when she got to dessert.

That dessert was a pair of doughnuts and an entire chocolate cake. She was hitting a bit of a wall, but she couldn’t let the girls see weakness, not now, not when she had come so far. She was going to show them and stubbornly complete this stupid challenge and then get to losing weight. (She was correct with exactly one of those notions.)

She managed to get the desserts down which meant there was only one thing left:

The trough.

Throughout the dinner, the other sorority girls had slid their leftovers, dinner and dessert alike, into the trough filling it with slop. And Daphne got on all fours and dutifully ate that slop like a pig all while everyone else hooted and hollered as they took pictures and video and reveled in their victory. 

“Piggy! Piggy! Piggy! OINK! OINK! OINK!” They chanted as Daphne kept shoving her face into the slop.

The slop had no real taste to it at this point. It was such a mix of flavors fighting each other that nothing could stand out. The only real flavor that Daphne got as she continued to engorage herself on the slop was the overwhelming taste of saltiness, but she knew that that very well might have been because the slop was now well mixed with her own tears.

Lauren slapped Daphne’s sides and then stood over the Freshman Piggy triumphantly as she addressed the crowd.

“Let everyone see. Take notice! This is what happens when you think you’re better than your sisters. This is what happens to the vain and haughty who think they’re better than everyone else. Daphne was a bully to many, and now she has learned her lesson. Now she has grown, not just in weight but in humility. And of course, she’s really really grown in weight, isn’t that right, Piggy?”

Lauren slapped Daphne’s ass and she squealed before burying her face right back into the slop, hoping to distract herself from all of the laughter by focusing on the food and eating and eating and eating. Each bite was more bitter than the next, and her stomach stretched and screamed in pain. But she just kept going. She would not let them win. She would at least finish this slop. She was no quitter and she would at least take this small final win with her.

Chloe kept cheering her on.

“Look at that pig go! SOOEY! PIG PIG PIG! SOOEY! She can really put it away. It’s no wonder she’s so damn fat!”

Daphne knew she could stop whenever she wanted to, everyone was satisfied. She could just quit. But she didn’t want to. She kept going until her tongue started to scrape up the slop at the bottom of the trough like she was licking her plate clean.

Somehow, Daphne managed to eat it all and then roll over on her fat back earning her plenty of congratulatory belly rubs as she burped in victory.

Lauren once again stood by her to address the crowd.

“It’s done. So let this be the end of it. Daphne has served her time as the Freshman Piggy. She has suffered the consequences of her actions and paid her price for her vanity. Now our Fat Freshman Piggy is a full PHAT girl! Welcome our sister with many folds into our fold!”

The crowd of gathered sisters erupted in cheers and applause loud enough to rock the house.

“The time for peace is at hand, Daphne is now forgiven and a clean slate is to be given. Treat her now like we should treat any of our sisters. Let’s start by helping her get cleaned up.”

Daphne looked disgusting, swollen and covered in food. The slop she had eaten dripped all the way down her chest. Her belly was covered in sauce and cheese and crumbs of all types. She rubbed her massively bloated belly with both of her chubby found covered hands as she groaned and burped over and over again now that the gluttonous feast was done. The adrenaline was coming down and Daphne was really struggling to deal with the feast that she had subjected her body too. Luckily, she had Mindy and Audrey to help her to her feet and lead her to the bathroom for a nice hot shower before putting her to bed.

“We have to hand it to you, Daphne. We didn’t think you had it in you. But you showed us. You could have quit and you didn’t,” said Audrey with a sincere bit of pride.

“Hell yeah, fat girl. You did us proud. We’re happy to call you our sister.”

Daphne couldn’t help but smile. She truly had accomplished something, something she never dreamed she would have to accomplish, something she had always dreaded and didn’t really want. But it was an accomplishment nonetheless. And her sisters now looked at her with pride. She had earned her spot. Now she would be able to reap the rewards.

But as her big fat stomach roiled, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it.

A large part of Daphne (and there were lots of large parts of her) was miserable, but there was a strange satisfaction that came from knowing she was done, of knowing that her life could get back to normal now. Of course, her life would become far less eventful, but it would never be like it was, like she planned.

And as Audrey and Mindy helped Daphne waddle away from the party, Megan was standing there to remind her of that.

“Are you honestly proud of yourself, Piggy? You’re a disgusting fat loser just like these two. And that’s all you’ll ever be. You’ll never be slim and sexy again. Hell, you’ll never even be remotely chubby again. You can dream about returning to normal, but the truth is you’re stuck like this. It’ll be all on you from now on, but you’re too greedy, too lazy, too fat and hungry to ever go back to being the hottie you used to be. Fat. That’s what you are. That’s what you’ll always be. Weak, slow, pathetic and fat.”

Daphne wanted to disagree, but she knew at least some of what Megan was saying was the truth. She may be done being the Freshman Piggy, but Daphne was definitely a piggy forever.