"Glory Days Gone Fat" - An Exclusive Cut

Here we go, "Glory Days Gone Fat", the first exclusive cut from Volume 8: "Sorority Swells". Enjoy as Janey's mom Karen recalls her glory days as a member of Rho Eta Alpha Tau (PHAT) and gets ready for what is sure to be a humiliating reunion with her sisters.)

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Karen looked over at her fat daughter Janey who was sitting on the couch working her way through a bucket of fried chicken. It was hard to imagine that Janey had once been what many people would consider slim and sexy, a cheerleader, a sorority girl, and now someone who sat loafed about like a fat slob, a real couch potato, round like one too.

Then Karen looked back at the mirror that she had hung up in the living room and sighed. She had come a long way from being the stereotypically hot cougar mom who once berated her daughter for getting fat. Now she was a fatty as well with a big droopy stomach that never seems to want to be contained and also found a way to hang over the waistband of any pants or skirts that she wore. It was a heavy, spongy mass that she held with disdain in her chubby fingers.

Karen was trying to follow Janey’s more carefree and body positive approach, but all that had led to so far was her gaining even more weight and becoming even more disappointed to herself. Maintaining her figure into her forties had been one of Karen’s proudest accomplishments. Up until recently she still regularly wore pencil skirts that showed off plenty of her toned legs, and she could pull it off. She was a head turner for sure.

But now she had these thick, pasty thunder thighs, these quivering tubes of flesh that still felt so damn alien to her. She refused to believe that these legs that now had more than enough fat to slap together were her own, and yet here she was with those troublesome, cellulite covered thunder thighs and lugging around a chunky caboose, two heavy lumps of mushy fat also covered in unsightly cellulite. She was once the president of her sorority, once the homecoming queen, prom queen, head cheerleader, all to those things. And now she felt like a broken down bloated fat ass, a complete pig.

“Oink. Oink.” She thought as she slapped her blubbery belly and then walked, nearly waddled, back into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.

That breakfast was a big stack of pancakes smothered in butter and syrup and served with a side of bacon. It certainly wasn’t good for her diet, but Karen had a justification for her mighty breakfast feast. She was set to have brunch with some former college friends of hers, and her hope was that by carbo-loading and stuffing her face now she would feel a lot less tempted to pig out in front of them.

Seeing her old friends again was already going to be humiliating enough, but she couldn’t see them while looking this fat and act fat on top of it. If she could at least show some restraint and give the appearance that she was attempting to diet and lose weight her friends would be a little less merciless.

But she doubted that.

Karen used to rule her sorority with her friends. They were easily the most popular, and most feared of anyone in Rho Eta Alpha Tau (ironically spelt out as PHAT). And they had earned the simultaneous nicknames as the Terrific Trio, the Terrible Trio, and the Trim Terrors. Karen and her friends Tracy and Stacy were catty bitches who had known each other since high school and had been catty mean girls from the moment they met.

Technically, Karen was the third person to join the group. Her family had moved when Karen was 18 and just getting ready to start her senior year. Tracy and Stacy had known each other for forever and, to the best of Karen’s knowledge, had a friendship largely predicated on the fact that their names sounded so similar. So powerful was Karen’s charisma that she easily took over as the leader of the group. It helped of course that Karen was able to take advantage of certain circumstances to oust the group’s former leader.

That leader was Marissa who, up until the summer she turned 18, had had a very easy life. Then she came back for her senior year noticeably heavier. Now grown chubby and soft, Karen saw weakness and pounced. It wasn’t difficult to turn Stacy and Tracy against Marissa, and that abrupt fall from grace sent Marissa head first into some serious comfort eating which meant the pounds really piled on. Karen, relishing her new dominance, kept the pedal down and drove Marissa further into depression induced eating, and by the end of the year the former head cheerleader, who had long given up that position to Karen, became the school fat girl.

With her successful coup during her senior year of high school, Karen rode that high and moved her entire powerbase with her to college where Karen, Stacy and Tracy quickly became members of Rho Eta Alpha Tau. And the only thing that confused Karen about that was that somehow Marissa had gotten in as well. Karen was certain that if Marissa could even make it through the pledge process without quitting, there was no way the sorority would accept such a fatty.

And Karen tried her best to make sure that Marissa didn’t make it past the pledge process.

One day, Karen, Stacy and Tracy cornered Marissa in the campus dining hall.

“Do you really need to be here, Piggy? It looks like you’ve been enjoying the buffet here enough.”

“Just leave me alone, Karen.”

“Oh? What’s the matter? Are you grumpy cause you’re hungry?”

Karen reached forward and sunk her hand into Marissa’s soft belly. She cupped the lower roll of fat so that her palm squeezed the plush flesh and her fingers tickled Marissa’s sizeable underbelly.

“Hmmmm… looks like you’re already working on putting on the freshman fifteen and then some. What a loser…. Well not of weight of course.”

Stacy and Tracy practically cackled like hyenas before leaning in to pinch and poke Marissa’s exposed love handles.

Marissa’s entire body jiggled as she pulled herself away.

“Come on. Stop being so immature and just leave me alone! I get it. I’m fat. You win.”

“You think I’m just going to be done with you, Fatty?”

Karen slapped Marissa’s belly again.

“Look. I’m going to level with you, Porky. You better drop out of pledging for Rho Eta Alpha Tau. It’s not a place for fatties like you. It’s a place for slim and sexy girls like us. You don’t deserve it. It’s for people who actually have a bright future, people who can add something to the group, people who take care of themselves. You don’t have what it takes. You already let yourself become a big fat loser, and you’ve done nothing to change that. You just keep letting yourself go. You’re a fat cow who's destined to do nothing but make herself fatter. It’s humiliating to be in the same pledge class as you. You’re already bringing the sorority down. So just have some shame, quit and go back to stuffing your face like the pig you are. We all know there's nothing you’d rather do than eat. So eat your heart out, okay Piggy? And leave Rho Eta Alpha Tau to us hotties.”

Marissa could do nothing else but burst into tears and then waddle away but not before Karen got in a parting spank to Marissa’s fat rear end.

Karen and her cronies cackled, confident in their belief that they had succeeded in successfully chasing Marissa away from Rho Eta Alpha Tau.

But of course they were wrong. Marissa not only didn’t stay away, but they were stuck calling her their sister. Karen couldn’t stand it. She assumed the sorority must have had some kind of policy about accepting at least one fat pig a year, and that just made Karen even madder knowing that Marissa had stolen the spot from someone more deserving. Still, she could make Marissa’s life as tough as possible in the sorority (and she did), but she still had to put up with her. 

Even when Karen became president she couldn’t just kick Marissa out for no reason. That would have been a bad look, and besides Marissa had proven to be a capable events planner anyway. But Karen could make it even harder for fat people to get in and gaining weight while in the sorority was also a major cause for social shunning. Karen was the queen bitch in charge, and she and her cronies ruled with an iron fist, establishing terrible policies that would shape the sorority for years after she left it.

And now here she was, twenty-five years later exactly the kind of bloated cow she used to make fun of. Karen couldn’t stand it as she struggled to zip up her largest pair of fat pants and head out the door.

She was scheduled to have brunch with Stacy and Tracy. The two hadn’t seen each other in almost two years. Life had kept them apart and made getting together difficult. But everyone was back in town. Everyone was free. There were no more excuses to be made.

Like a pig to the slaughter, it was time for this fatty to face her reckoning.