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An incomplete original of this tale was the topic of another thread; there was also another version in one of our forums. With permission and co-operation of the original author, here is an edited, consolidated, expanded and now hopefully complete version.
The day was October 3rd, 1999. On that day a revolution, so to speak, began in our school. That was the day that several of the senior grade girls in the student body decided to get even with the most annoying and biggest pain in the ass ever, Shannon Viola.
She was 5-8, 110 pounds, and had the kind of good looks that let her draw guys in. She had firm breasts, a round butt, and a decently narrow waist. Of course she was snobby - not so much stuck up, but annoying and very ditzy. She seemingly had to have her nose in everything, just had to be the best at everything, and (which really pissed people off) was a gossip. Most of the students hated her - except for a small group of sycophants who catered to her every whim.
She’d broken up more relationships than anyone could count by dropping morsels of information. There was no need for it, she had plenty of her own talent, but because of her own insecurities she just habitually messed up other people’s lives. Plus she came from a prominent local family. She had the grades and the clubs and the trophies - people knew that this little bitch would be nominated for Prom Queen.
What no one was expecting was for the announcement to come 8 months before the prom! Everyone that is, except Shannon. She found out about some information that the prom coordinator wanted kept quiet, so she made a trade: her silence for a head start and endorsement. When that happened, almost all the girls I knew at the time, including ones in her clique, rallied to one cause, get Shannon back!
The only question was, how?
It was two weeks after the announcement when the answer came to them. It was now the 17th, a Monday. A few days before Halloween, Shannon and her "friends" (who were really just hangers-on, all a bit heavier, all doing her bidding because Shannon played them like a harpsichord and spared them from her antics as a condition of cooperation), were sitting at their normal table. They had all finished their usual meals, fries and a salad, when Shannon did something out of the ordinary - she went up to the vending machine, and purchased two big cookies! Lexi, Jen, and Joanna looked on in disbelief.
When Shannon returned to the table she told them that she had a sweet tooth that she had tried to fight, but once in awhile she indulged it.
This gave her enemies, including the three now unwilling sycophants a plan: fatten Shannon up. It wouldn't be that hard. All they had to do, Jen said, was keep her mind off exercising, and keep her focused on being prom queen while treating her to fattening goods, mainly chocolate. All the girls agreed, and Operation Fat Queen began.
The goal was to get her to about 240 pounds. That was the weight of the current fattest girl in the grade, Gina More. The girls figured they needed Shannon to gain about 20 pounds a month to get her there.
They all thought of ideas. Girls in her classes would bring in treats, like candy bars, and little snacks. Then when people hung out with her after school, they would make sure she was eating and not running around. Also, her friends in her gym class would suggest cutting classes and going out to eat instead during that period. The stage was set for the biggest weight gain in such a short period of time.
With Halloween approaching it was an ideal time to test the plan. Given eating opportunities would Shannon’s natural appetite and sweet-tooth override her defenses?
The first day they brought in candy they had bought. Each morning various people “shared” candy with Shannon –by lunch she’d had five bars.
At the lunch break Jen invited thanked her for her help in diverting a question in class from her out of turn ‘cause she didn’t know the answer. Of course Shannon had just been showing off, but she thanked her. Jen responded by treating her to some pie a la mode in addition to the burger and fries Shannon had already had.
While she was eating the pie, Lexi stopped by and invited Shannon to her house for an activities meeting after school. Shannon’s natural curiosity to know everything kicked in and she accepted.
The afternoon saw more candy bars, and an invitation from Joanna for the next morning. Her first period class was gym, but as a Senior it was an optional elective. You could cut gym class up to three times a week if you wanted to. So Joanna suggested that Shannon, Jackie, Nicole, and herself cut class and arrive early he next day ro go to IHOP. Shannon, flattered by the invitation, accepted.
The activities meeting was genuine. Lexi was on the student council and needed to organize the Fall “Harvest Dance.” But she had purchased a dozen pastries for a meeting of only four people. Each participant had two, leaving four surplus ones; Lexi suggested Shannon take them home to share with her younger brother. She did.
That night after supper she did give him an eclair, but the remaining éclair, bearclaw and jelly donut she kept for herself.
“Why not?” she reasoned. “its rare that I get to indulge like this and they were a gift – not something I wasted money buying!.”
An incomplete original of this tale was the topic of another thread; there was also another version in one of our forums. With permission and co-operation of the original author, here is an edited, consolidated, expanded and now hopefully complete version.
The Fattening of the Prom Queen
by John
by John
The day was October 3rd, 1999. On that day a revolution, so to speak, began in our school. That was the day that several of the senior grade girls in the student body decided to get even with the most annoying and biggest pain in the ass ever, Shannon Viola.
She was 5-8, 110 pounds, and had the kind of good looks that let her draw guys in. She had firm breasts, a round butt, and a decently narrow waist. Of course she was snobby - not so much stuck up, but annoying and very ditzy. She seemingly had to have her nose in everything, just had to be the best at everything, and (which really pissed people off) was a gossip. Most of the students hated her - except for a small group of sycophants who catered to her every whim.
She’d broken up more relationships than anyone could count by dropping morsels of information. There was no need for it, she had plenty of her own talent, but because of her own insecurities she just habitually messed up other people’s lives. Plus she came from a prominent local family. She had the grades and the clubs and the trophies - people knew that this little bitch would be nominated for Prom Queen.
What no one was expecting was for the announcement to come 8 months before the prom! Everyone that is, except Shannon. She found out about some information that the prom coordinator wanted kept quiet, so she made a trade: her silence for a head start and endorsement. When that happened, almost all the girls I knew at the time, including ones in her clique, rallied to one cause, get Shannon back!
The only question was, how?
It was two weeks after the announcement when the answer came to them. It was now the 17th, a Monday. A few days before Halloween, Shannon and her "friends" (who were really just hangers-on, all a bit heavier, all doing her bidding because Shannon played them like a harpsichord and spared them from her antics as a condition of cooperation), were sitting at their normal table. They had all finished their usual meals, fries and a salad, when Shannon did something out of the ordinary - she went up to the vending machine, and purchased two big cookies! Lexi, Jen, and Joanna looked on in disbelief.
When Shannon returned to the table she told them that she had a sweet tooth that she had tried to fight, but once in awhile she indulged it.
This gave her enemies, including the three now unwilling sycophants a plan: fatten Shannon up. It wouldn't be that hard. All they had to do, Jen said, was keep her mind off exercising, and keep her focused on being prom queen while treating her to fattening goods, mainly chocolate. All the girls agreed, and Operation Fat Queen began.
The goal was to get her to about 240 pounds. That was the weight of the current fattest girl in the grade, Gina More. The girls figured they needed Shannon to gain about 20 pounds a month to get her there.
They all thought of ideas. Girls in her classes would bring in treats, like candy bars, and little snacks. Then when people hung out with her after school, they would make sure she was eating and not running around. Also, her friends in her gym class would suggest cutting classes and going out to eat instead during that period. The stage was set for the biggest weight gain in such a short period of time.
With Halloween approaching it was an ideal time to test the plan. Given eating opportunities would Shannon’s natural appetite and sweet-tooth override her defenses?
The first day they brought in candy they had bought. Each morning various people “shared” candy with Shannon –by lunch she’d had five bars.
At the lunch break Jen invited thanked her for her help in diverting a question in class from her out of turn ‘cause she didn’t know the answer. Of course Shannon had just been showing off, but she thanked her. Jen responded by treating her to some pie a la mode in addition to the burger and fries Shannon had already had.
While she was eating the pie, Lexi stopped by and invited Shannon to her house for an activities meeting after school. Shannon’s natural curiosity to know everything kicked in and she accepted.
The afternoon saw more candy bars, and an invitation from Joanna for the next morning. Her first period class was gym, but as a Senior it was an optional elective. You could cut gym class up to three times a week if you wanted to. So Joanna suggested that Shannon, Jackie, Nicole, and herself cut class and arrive early he next day ro go to IHOP. Shannon, flattered by the invitation, accepted.
The activities meeting was genuine. Lexi was on the student council and needed to organize the Fall “Harvest Dance.” But she had purchased a dozen pastries for a meeting of only four people. Each participant had two, leaving four surplus ones; Lexi suggested Shannon take them home to share with her younger brother. She did.
That night after supper she did give him an eclair, but the remaining éclair, bearclaw and jelly donut she kept for herself.
“Why not?” she reasoned. “its rare that I get to indulge like this and they were a gift – not something I wasted money buying!.”
