When Emilia didn't turn up for the costume party there was plenty of talk. She was normally the centre of attention and even in her absence this was still the case. For those that envied her it was a chance to spread malicious rumours and for her loyal band of followers the night was spent with a continuing theme – Where's Emilia?!
Emilia hadn't answered a single phone call from her friends that evening, answering one lone text message when her friend had mentioned contacting the police and reporting her as missing. The only thing she was missing was her former svelte figure. She had of course spent the day in the company of a plump shop assistant who had taken great joy pushing her credit card to its limits. Now she sat in her new underwear in front of her bedroom mirror a crying mess. She had allowed the shop assistant to talk her into buying a complete new wardrobe all on the proviso that she would try and get her information on the origins of the garment that had caused all this. She should have felt some hope she thought but all she could feel was hungry.
She had made a trip to the grocery store on the way home, this new shape had also bought with it an increased appetite it seemed. Normally a health food nut, Emilia had been horrified at the junk she had felt compelled to put in her basket – snack cakes, potato chips, pastries, whipped cream, candy bars to name a few – all foreign purchases normally but today they went home with Emilia. The sound of her spoon hitting the bottom of the ice cream tub she was cradling in her meaty arm set off another wave of snivelling. When Emilia finally slept that night, her pillow was stained with tears and double fudge ice cream.
In the cold light of day Emilia realised that she desperately needed a friend to talk to about all of what had happened. Sure, she had told that shop girl Louise but she wasn't really a friend, more like a hired mercenary in her battle to return to her former shape. No, what she needed was the support of one of her loyal squad. She selected Christine, Christine knew her place and would be the perfect friend to lean on while she was stuck in this bloated body. She knew Christine idolised her and would do anything she said, she'd be perfect for company without letting on what had happened to her to the other girls.
Christine was a fellow trust fund baby just like most of Emilia's clique but Christine wasn't as conventionally beautiful as Emilia and maybe carried a little more weight than her – well at least she had used to. Emilia knew that without her approval the rest of the girls wouldn't give her the time of day. Yes, Christine was the safest option. Emilia made the call and had Christine come over to her place later that afternoon, making sure she tells none of the other girls what she was doing, secrecy was her highest priority!
In preparation for Christine's arrival Emilia dressed in some of her new clothes, that shop girl may have gotten to spend far too much money but she did have good taste. She selected a loose-fitting top and pair of leggings even then she couldn't help but nibble on a package of cookies while she waited for her friend.
When she eventually opened the door to Christine her friend was at a loss.
"Oh hello, I don't believe we've met, my name is Christine, I'm a friend of Emilia's she asked me to meet her here urgently, is she in?"
"Christine, it's me" replied Emilia mournfully
"What?! Oh, I get it, you hired a fat girl that looks like you to play a prank on me, very funny Emilia darling" she shouted past her friend and into the empty apartment "really well done, the fat little thing looks just like you!"
"No, Christine, it really is me" said Emilia as she began tearing up.
Looking into her friend's eyes, it seemed that the penny finally dropped for Christine "Oh my god! Come inside quickly, tell me what happened!"
Emilia ran through exactly what had happened to her since the last they had seen each other at the weekend. For her part Christine played her part of the concerned friend to the hilt – a sympathetic nod here, a mournful "oh no" there, even a hug or two. Yes, Emilia felt a lot better by the time she left the room to get refreshments for them both. But this was ample time for Christina to set up a group text, minus Emilia of course and break the tantalising news to the rest of the girls.
Some were naturally doubtful of course but all doubts were erased as Christine caught a sneaky snap of Emilia returning from the kitchen, her arms laden with pastries and soda. Emilia was of course curious as to who Christine was texting but was put at ease by her friend telling her that she was simply cancelling a hair appointment for later that day so she could spend more time with her friend. What Christine was actually texting was - "get over here as soon as you can!"
Not 30 minutes later the doorbell rang sending Emilia into a wide-eyed panic.
"Who's that?! I'm not expecting anyone!"
"Oh that? I imagine it's no-one important, I'll answer it and get them to leave" answered a knowing Christine. Emilia's momentary relief was short lived though as Christine opened the door revealing the rest of Emilia's clique.
"Oh my god look at her!"
"Eww gross!"
"Hahaha this is priceless, good work Christina!"
"That can't be real! Look how blubbery she is!"
Emilia was caught up in the torrent of abuse that she was suddenly receiving from her so-called friends. She got up and tried to make a run for her bedroom and sanctuary from her tormentors but it turned out to be no more than a slow waddle.
"Don't let her escape!" Shouted Christine and she was quickly and easily intercepted by Terri and Torrie who held her tight.
"You have lorded it up over the rest of us girls for so long now, it's about time karma got around to you" sneered Tamara
The girls holding her forced her to her knees as Christine grabbed her by the face "It's definitely time for new leadership in this group don't you think girls?"
The rest of the girls cheered and laughed at the predicament their former charge was now in.
"But don't worry Emilia, we'll keep you around" stated Christine as she picked up an éclair from the table and shoved it into the heavy girl's mouth "kinda like a mascot"
"More like a pet, a pet pig!" Piped up Alison
"Oh yes! I like that! What do you think piggy?"
"No, please!" Emilia managed through a mouthful of pastry
"It's not like you have a say in it piggy" said Tamara, returning from the kitchen carrying a bottle of soda "you ought to see all the crap she's bought, it's like she likes this!" As she forced the bottle in between Emilia's lips, the girls pulled her head back and forced her to chug the sugary concoction.
The rest of the day was spent forcing Emilia into her outgrown clothes and taking pictures of the girl interspersed with stuffing her with the fattening treats she had bought from the grocery store just yesterday. All of this was made all the more humorous when they found the "sexy pig kit" Emilia had intended to use for the party and forced her to wear it.
When the girls had had their fun Christine forced Emilia to grovel before her "who are you to this group now Emilia?"
"I'm your pet porker, your piggy" she said mournfully
"Yes, you are and that's how you will stay, forget your dreams of getting information from that fat shop girl, you're our pet fatty now!"
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