Fattening Heather Part 1 (Patreon)

In the small town of Crestwood, nestled among the rolling hills of suburban America, Crestwood High School was a breeding ground for teenage dramas, where friendships were tested, and, unfortunately for Taylor Green, bullies roamed free.

18 year old Taylor stood at a mere 5 feet with a cascade of chocolate-brown curls framing her round face. Perched on her nose were a pair of round, thick glasses. Taylor always performed well in her studies, but her real love was for cooking, which was evident by her plump frame.

Despite her short stature and a body that bore the signs of her love for cooking, Taylor wore her uniqueness with pride. However, to the bullies at Crestwood, Taylor was a perfect target, a nerdy, small and shy girl who wouldn’t fight back. Particularly Heather Stevens, and her clique of mean girls.

Heather, the ringleader, embodied the perfect image of cruelty with her long, sleek black hair that cascaded effortlessly down her shoulders, and sparkling blue eyes. In the grand tapestry of Crestwood High, Heather was the undisputed queen, reigning with a blend of beauty, athleticism, and an unapologetic attitude that left a trail of broken self-esteem in her wake. Her piercing eyes, the shade of deep hazel, held a glint of superiority that only the most popular girl in Crestwood High School could possess. Heather was not just the captain of the cheer team, she was also a track star, her lithe and agile form making her a force to be reckoned with on the field. But perhaps the most defining aspect of Heather's outward perfection was her impeccably trim and petite figure, a standard of beauty that had long secured her position as the apex of popularity.

Her every step exuded confidence, and her radiant smile was a weapon she wielded to both captivate and intimidate. Heather's seemingly unattainable image of perfection served as a catalyst for the cruelty she and her clique, comprised of Olivia a tall, athletic blonde and Chloe, a slim and fashionable redhead, directed toward those they deemed beneath them.

These girls seemed to have made it their mission to make Taylor's high school life a living nightmare. Over their years of torment, they had judged Taylor a weak little girl who would never fight back, little did they know they were soon to get their just desserts.

It was a typical day at Crestwood high. As Taylor entered the classroom and sat down, she heard the stifled giggles of Heather and her clique filled the space.

Heather glanced at Taylor with a mocking smile. "Well, well, about time you showed up Taylor. We were getting worried. Did you stop by the bakery on the way to school?"

Olivia chimed in, chuckling. "Yeah, I thought I heard a creak. Maybe you should lay off the pastries Taylor, sounds like your chair is struggling to hold the extra weight."

Chloe, eyeing Taylor's sweater, added her jab. "And what's with that sweater? Did you borrow it from your grandma?"

Heather joined the taunting, leaning in. "Don’t be too harsh, girls. It was probably the only thing that fits her. Couldn't find anything in the regular stores, huh, Taylor?"

The cruel laughter of the girls echoed, and Taylor bit her lip, holding back tears. Just as she mustered the courage to respond, the classroom door swung open, and the teacher walked in.

"Alright, settle down, everyone. Let's focus on today's lesson," the teacher commanded, unwittingly putting an end to the torment. Taylor, silently enduring the humiliation, directed her attention to the front of the class, determined to rise above the hurtful words. Though she struggled to focus on the lesson, her mind still stuck on the girls mean comments, and more importantly, how to get back at them.

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In the bustling cafeteria of Crestwood High School, Taylor stood patiently in the lunch line, lost in her thoughts as she often was. Suddenly, the trio of tormentors—Heather, Olivia, and Chloe—pushed ahead, their disdain evident in both their actions and words.

"Out of the way, Taylor. We need to get some food before your fat ass eats it all," Heather sneered, elbowing Taylor in the stomach.

"Yeah, with that appetite, you're probably the reason they run out of everything," added Olivia, the sharpness of her tone cutting through the air.

Mocking laughter followed as Chloe chimed in, "Move aside, butterball."

The impact of their elbows left Taylor wincing in pain, and she instinctively clutched her midsection. Ignoring her discomfort, the girls callously brushed off her pain.

"Oh, come on, Taylor. You've got plenty of padding. You'll be fine," Heather said dismissively, patting Taylors stomach before beginning to load up her plate.

Feeling hurt and defeated, Taylor retreated to a corner table with her tray, seeking the solace of a few moments alone. It was her usual refuge from the bullies, a brief respite where she could enjoy a moment of peace. However, today was not going to be one of those days.

As Taylor sat alone at her corner table, seeking refuge from the relentless torment of Heather and her clique, she observed the trio's usual antics from a distance. Olivia, carrying her tray laden with an assortment of cafeteria food, seemed to relish the opportunity to escalate the humiliation.

A wicked glint sparkled in Olivia's eyes as she exchanged knowing glances with Heather and Chloe. With a triumphant smirk, she gracefully rose from her seat at Heather's table, her eyes fixated on Taylor's unsuspecting form.

Olivia pretended to nonchalantly walk past Taylor's table, savoring the moment of anticipation. With a devious glance over her shoulder, she feigned a trip over an invisible obstacle, expertly choreographing the entire performance. As she stumbled, she threw her tray forward, sending it into a chaotic whirl.

The tray soared through the air, a surreal ballet of plastic and food, before crashing down upon Taylor, spraying the contents of Olivias tray on her.

The eruption of laughter from the surrounding students intensified as mashed potatoes, gravy, and an array of cafeteria concoctions adorned Taylor's hair, clothes, and even her beloved thick glasses. The cafeteria became a chorus of cruel amusement, with pointed fingers and stifled chuckles adding to Taylor's embarrassment.

In that moment, as Taylor sat there covered in a mess of food, the girls reveling in their malicious prank, the simmering determination within her grew stronger. Unbeknownst to Heather, Olivia, and Chloe, Taylor's resilience was not so easily shattered. Beneath the humiliation lay a resolve to turn the tables in a way they could never anticipate, setting the stage for a culinary revenge that would redefine their understanding of consequences.

The eruption of laughter from the surrounding students intensified as mashed potatoes, gravy, and an array of cafeteria concoctions adorned Taylor's hair, clothes, and even her beloved thick glasses. The cafeteria became a chorus of cruel amusement, with pointed fingers and stifled chuckles adding to Taylor's embarrassment.

In that moment, as Taylor sat there covered in a mess of food, the girls reveling in their malicious prank, the simmering determination within her grew stronger. Unbeknownst to Heather, Olivia, and Chloe, Taylor's resilience was not so easily shattered. Beneath the humiliation lay a resolve to turn the tables in a way they could never anticipate, any way she could get back at them.

Amidst the uproar in the cafeteria, the cafeteria lady, a stout and no-nonsense figure, rushed over to the scene. With a stern expression, she scolded the students for their laughter, recognizing the malicious intent behind Olivia's cruel prank. She gently helped Taylor up from her seat, her eyes revealing a mix of sympathy and frustration at the bullying she had witnessed.

"Come with me, dear. Let's get you cleaned up," the cafeteria lady said, guiding Taylor toward the cafeteria kitchen.

As they entered the bustling kitchen, filled with the clatter of pots and pans, the cafeteria lady handed Taylor a towel to wipe away the remnants of the unwanted lunch shower. The kind woman's expression softened as she spoke.

"I've seen how mean those girls are to you, Taylor. If it were up to me, I'd have them expelled. No one deserves to be treated that way," she remarked, her empathy shining through.

Taylor, touched by the unexpected support, managed a grateful smile. "Thank you, ma'am. It means a lot."

The cafeteria lady eyed Taylor with a thoughtful gaze. "Say, do you enjoy cooking?"

Taylor's eyes seemed to light up at the question. "Yes, I love it."

A warm smile spread across the cafeteria lady's face. "How about this? I could use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. You help me out, and in return, you can eat your lunch in peace in the break room. Away from those girls."

Taylor's heart skipped a beat. The opportunity to escape the relentless torment and savor her lunch without fear of humiliation was too tempting to resist. She eagerly accepted the offer.

"I'd love that, ma'am. Thank you," Taylor replied with genuine gratitude, although a mischievous glint lingered in the back of her eyes. This unexpected chance to work in the cafeteria kitchen provided Taylor with the perfect cover—a subtle yet effective way to plot her culinary revenge against Heather, Olivia, and Chloe.

That night, fueled by a mix of determination and a burning desire for revenge, Taylor delved into her research with a newfound sense of purpose. She scoured the depths of the internet, seeking the perfect method to turn the tables on Heather, Olivia, and Chloe.

After hours of searching, Taylor stumbled upon the perfect solution—a subtle yet effective appetite enhancer designed to help patients gain weight. It was an over-the-counter supplement, discreet enough to be added to food without raising suspicions. A spark of mischief danced in Taylor's eyes as she realized the potential of this discovery.

Without hesitation, Taylor ordered two bottles of the appetite enhancer, her excitement growing as she envisioned the poetic justice it could bring. As she drifted off to sleep that night, a sense of anticipation filled her dreams. Taylor eagerly awaited the chance to execute her plan at school the following week, knowing that this secret ingredient would be perfect to serve as the catalyst for the revenge she had been plotting.