Fattening Heather Part 2 (Patreon)

Monday morning arrived, and Taylor couldn't contain her anticipation as she made her way to school, the small bottle of appetite enhancer safely tucked into her backpack. The week marked the beginning of her carefully crafted plan to serve Heather, Olivia, and Chloe a taste of their own medicine.

As she walked into her first class, the usual onslaught of taunts and mockery from the girls began. Today, they took it to a new low, making pig noises as she entered the room. They sneered, sarcastically asking if she had a good weekend, cruelly referring to her as "Miss Piggy." The girls couldn't resist throwing in another jab, warning her not to devour their lunches that day.

Taylor, with a steely resolve and her mind focused on the impending revenge, chose to ignore their taunts. She took her seat, keeping her eyes on her desk and letting their words wash over her. Deep down, she knew that her opportunity for retaliation was just around the corner, and she couldn't wait to serve them a dish they wouldn't see coming. As the classroom filled with the chatter of students, Taylor's thoughts were consumed by the satisfaction she would soon derive from turning the tables on her tormentors.

The dreaded gym class, always a source of anxiety for Taylor, unfolded as Monday's first challenge. Rope climbing, a task Taylor particularly despised, seemed to embody her disdain for Mondays. Coach Anderson gathered the students around, announcing the day's activity with a booming voice.

"Alright, everyone! Today, we're hitting the ropes. Time to put those upper body muscles to the test. Now, who wants to show the class how it's done?" Coach Anderson called, scanning the room for a volunteer.

Heather's hand shot up instantly, a smug expression on her face. "I've got this, Coach!" she declared with unwavering confidence.

With a nod, Coach Anderson motioned for Heather to step forward. Swiftly, Heather ascended the rope, demonstrating a flawless technique that left the class in awe. She descended effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat, as the coach addressed the rest of the students.

"Alright, folks! Time for you all to give it a shot. Get climbing!" Coach Anderson commanded.

As the students dispersed to their respective ropes, Taylor hesitated, her unease evident. As she struggled to make her way up the rope, the relentless trio of tormentors seized the opportunity to intensify their taunts.

"Careful, Taylor! You don’t want the rope to snap!" Heather sneered, earning giggles from Olivia and Chloe.

Olivia chimed in, "And look at that belly sticking out of your gym uniform. Maybe you should've worn something more flattering!"

Enduring the torment, Taylor focused on the task at hand, determined to persevere. However, as her palms grew sweaty, she found herself slipping. The girls seized the moment, cruelly declaring, "Earthquake!" and bursting into laughter as Taylor hit the ground.

Brushing off the humiliation, Taylor knew that her moment of retribution was drawing near. The girls might revel in their current victory, but soon enough, if her plan unfolded as intended, they wouldn't be in any shape to be climbing any ropes themselves.

As lunchtime approached, Taylor made her way to the back of the cafeteria, ready to embark on her new role helping prepare and serve lunches for her fellow students. Wearing the standard cafeteria apron, she found solace in the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, away from the prying eyes and taunts of Heather, Olivia, and Chloe.

As the lunch period began, Taylor took her position behind the serving counter, dishing out mashed potatoes with a practiced efficiency. The aroma of comfort food filled the air as hungry students lined up, eager to fill their trays.

Soon enough, the trio of tormentors sauntered over to where Taylor was serving. With smirks on their faces, they couldn't resist tormenting her for her new role.

"Look at you, Taylor, the kitchen wench. Did they start paying you in extra portions?" Heather mocked.

"At least the apron hides your round gut... well, almost," Olivia added with a sarcastic tone.

Chloe laughed, "At least we know the leftovers won’t go to waste."

Taylor, determined and focused on her secret plan, simply smiled in response sneakily adding a few drops of the appetite enhancer into her ladle before each serving for the girls.

With a pleasant demeanor, Taylor cheerfully told them, "Enjoy your lunches, ladies."

Heather, Olivia, and Chloe exchanged smirks before retorting, "Enjoy working while we eat."

Seated at their usual table, Heather, Olivia, and Chloe exchanged gossip about Taylor's peculiar new role in the cafeteria. The trio speculated, their words laced with disdain, on whether Taylor had finally succumbed to the pressure of their relentless bullying or if her newfound occupation was merely a ploy to secure extra food.

"Seriously, is she losing it or what? Seems like we’re finally getting to her," Olivia mused, a smirk playing on her lips.

Heather chimed in, "Or maybe she's just figured out how to get more food."

The girls chuckled at Heather's remark, dismissing the thought that Taylor might have more significant plans in motion. As they started eating, a peculiar sensation overcame them—an insatiable hunger that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

"Must be from that crazy gym session. I'm starving," Chloe remarked, her eyes fixed on her emptied plate.

The trio, attributing their heightened hunger to the earlier gym class, continued eating, attempting to satiate the gnawing emptiness. However, despite devouring everything on their plates, the hunger persisted, an unsettling and unfamiliar feeling.

As the call for seconds echoed through the cafeteria, the girls exchanged glances and collectively decided to indulge further, a rare occurrence for the trim girls. They joined the line, each plate being generously filled by Taylor, who wore a smile that concealed her mischievous intent.

Heather, Olivia, and Chloe returned to their table, their second helping disappearing as rapidly as the first. The realization set in that their hunger showed no signs of subsiding, despite the substantial amount they had consumed.

Heather, frustration evident in her voice, exclaimed, "What is this? Why am I still hungry?"

For the first time ever, Heather, Olivia, and Chloe found themselves among the few students to venture up for thirds, their insatiable hunger driving them to seek yet another helping. As Taylor loaded their plates with a hefty serving for the third time, a wicked satisfaction gleamed in her eyes, hidden behind the façade of the dutiful cafeteria worker.

The girls returned to their table, each plate holding a mountain of food that would make even the heartiest appetites pause. Despite the abnormality of the situation, the trio attacked their third serving with the same voracity as the first two. The cafeteria's buzz continued around them as they devoured their meals, seemingly oblivious to the whispers of curious onlookers.

Heather, Olivia, and Chloe, completely absorbed in their relentless pursuit of satisfaction, failed to notice the growing attention focused on their extraordinary appetite. The air of the cafeteria buzzed with hushed conversations, speculations about the trio's seemingly unquenchable hunger.

Taylor, observing from her post behind the serving counter, couldn't help but revel in the success of her carefully executed plan. The appetite enhancer had worked its magic, turning the tables on the girls who had tormented her for far too long. Little did they realize that their indulgence was just the beginning of a culinary retribution they would never see coming.

The trio finally sat back, their plates now clean, and a satisfied burp escaping from each of them. Heather, the ringleader, couldn't resist making a jest at the expense of Taylor, who was diligently working behind the serving counter.

"Heh, if we keep eating like this, we'll end up like Princess Porkie over there," Heather teased, a smug grin on her face.

Olivia and Chloe joined in the laughter, their recent insatiable hunger now replaced with a sense of contentment. They struggled to rise from the table, their stomachs now round and taut from the excessive feast.

…

Two weeks had now passed since Taylor had set her revenge plan in motion, and as she arrived at her usual classroom, the routine torment from Heather, Olivia, and Chloe continued. The trio, seemingly unchanged in their demeanor, continued to subject Taylor to their relentless taunts, unaware of the subtle but noticeable changes taking place in their own figures.

As Taylor endured their familiar insults, she couldn't help but notice the small but unmistakable alterations in the girls' appearances. Their clothes seemed to fit a little more snugly, and their once slender figures now exhibited a softness, particularly around the hips. The effects of the appetite enhancer were gradually manifesting, shaping their bodies in a way that Taylor had envisioned.

The trio, however, remained oblivious to these changes, their focus on tormenting Taylor seemingly blinding them to the transformations occurring within themselves. The girls continued their usual routine of mockery, seemingly none the wiser to the subtle shifts taking place in their physical forms.

Taylor, observing the results of her carefully executed plan, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The tables had turned, and her revenge had begun to reshape the very figures that had once tormented her.

At lunch that day, the girls, as rude as ever, sauntered up to the serving counter, ordering Taylor around with their usual disdain. "Kitchen wench, get us an extra helping," Heather commanded, the derogatory term rolling off her tongue effortlessly. Taylor, undeterred by their rudeness, donned a cheerful demeanor, obliging with a simple nod and a "Of course, enjoy!", ensuring to include an extra helping of appetite enhancer to accompany it.

As the trio settled at their usual spot, Taylor took a calculated approach. She ensured their plates received not only the extra helping they had demanded but also an extra dose of the appetite enhancer. The subtle revenge continued, hidden in plain sight.

Heather, taking a confident bite of her meal, declared, "This hunger has to be because of cheerleader practice. We've been working on this new pyramid trick, and I'm at the top. Takes a lot of energy, you know?" She seemed oblivious to the irony in her words.

Olivia, her sharp tongue always ready, chimed in, "Maybe she's right. Or maybe it's just stress from exams. I've been starving lately."

Chloe, ever the analytical one, added, "Could be a growth spurt. I've heard people get crazy hungry when they're going through one."

Taylor, watching from her vantage point, couldn't help but smirk as the girls speculated about the cause of their insatiable appetites. The effects of her culinary revenge were beginning to show, evident in the girls' bloated midsections struggling against the confines of their clothes.

Undeterred by the subtle changes, the trio rose for their usual seconds and thirds as they always did, leaving the cafeteria with visibly round and taut bellies, hanging over their waistbands. Taylor, reveling in the success of her plan, discreetly observed their departure, knowing that her orchestrated revenge was reshaping not just their attitudes but also their very bodies.