Dinner for Fat Fucks
College was going to be different for Jason. He was sure of it. All those years of torment in high school were finally over. As he walked out of his dormitory onto the grass of the quad, it was as if he was breathing clearly for the first time, as if a massive weight had been lifted from his body. All around him the fading summer light shone on a buzz of activity. He could hardly wait to see what this new chapter in his life had in store for him.
High school is hard on most people, but for Jason it had been a nightmare. Born with a particularly lanky build that prevented him from playing sports and an average intelligence that precluded him from fitting in with the other geeks, Jason had found himself sucked into a sort of social vacuum. His lack of friends wasn’t helped by the fact that he hardly had any time for after school activities, being required to work at his parents’ restaurant from the moment school let out to very nearly his bed time. The closet things that he had had to actual friends were the other employees at the restaurant. The head cook had a particular liking for Jason, always making him anything that he wanted to eat. And could he ever eat! In a generally average life, Jason’s one talent was his stomach capacity. He could take anything the cook threw at him, and it never accumulated onto his body. He had the metabolism of a jungle cat it seemed.
So he entered college determined that he would finally live a life with actual social interaction. He’d go to parties, he’d hang out with friends on Friday nights, and he finally wouldn’t feel so alone. And it was already off to a great start. He’d met his roommate, a kind guy named Nick, early that day and they’d already hit it off, talking at length about everything: sports, video games, you name it, they seemed to share an interest in it. Physically, they were anything but similar. While Jason was a regular bean pole, Nick was actually rather heavy, his clothes all seeming a little too tight. Jason couldn’t have cared less, though, he was just happy to finally have a real friend.
The two were walking around campus later that evening, the buzz of chatty undergrads replaced with the gentle buzzing of cicadas. Nick, as it turned out, was a legacy at their university, being the 3rd person in his family to go, so naturally he was familiar with the territory, and had seen this as a good time to give the grand tour.
“Over there’s the sports center, and over there is the science building…” Nick was saying, pointing his chubby fingers in various directions. Jason was doing the best he could to keep up, but even for such a small campus, there was a lot to see. He turned his attention away from his friend for long enough to notice a beautifully regal house at the far edge of one of the ponds.
“And over here…” Nick was still continuing with the flurry of information.
“What’s that over there? By the pond?” Jason suddenly interrupted.
Nick stopped and followed the direction of Jason’s outstretched arm. He took a minute before answering.
“Oh…THAT… That’s the house of the most exclusive fraternity on campus, Beta Omicron Rho. It was started by one of the founders of the university. It’s nearly impossible to get into unless you’re rich or you know really important people. It’s rare to ever see any of the bothers on campus, since they don’t really like to mingle with us ‘common folk.’”
This was a thought that hadn’t crossed Jason’s mind before. Being in a fraternity would be awesome! That was like the most social interaction that a person could have in college, after all. From that day on, Jason started to read up on all of the campus frats. Each seemed to have pros and cons, but he could never seem to find much find much info on ΒΟΡ. It was becoming a mild obsession of his, trying to find out more about the mysterious fraternity, but no one really seemed to want to talk about it much.
One day, he was sitting in the dining hall, as usual, pulling through various online sources, trying to learn more about the frat. The research made him hungry, and he was, somewhat unwittingly, on his fifth plate of chicken nuggets. The workers at the dining hall had taken to calling him the Boomerang since he always seemed to come right back for more food. He got up again, smiling widely as the lady filled his plate for the sixth time. He returned to his seat to see that he was no longer sitting alone. On the other side of his laptop sat a handsome young man, a little older than Jason, dressed as if he had a boat party to attend later that day.
“You always eat like that?” the stranger asked in a mellifluous tone, not bothering to make eye contact.
“Haha, yes sir!” Jason replied, proud of his gift for gastronomical pursuits.
“Interesting.” The man suddenly turned, looking Jason in the face with a pair of brilliant green eyes. He reached out a manicured hand. “I’m Nathaniel Boros. It’s a pleasure to meet you…” he looked at Jason inquisitively.
“Oh! I..I’m Jason. Jason Petty.”
“Ah, of the Long Island Pettys?
“Uh…no…not..that I know of.”
“Good, those people are dreadful. No, I think we’ll get on quite well,” Nathaniel said, flashing Jason the hint of a smile. “Do you know what this is, Jason?” Nathaniel held his hand out, revealing a beautiful ring encasing a sparkling pink sapphire.
Jason’s jaw dropped slightly. “O…of course I do! That…that’s a Beta Omicron Rho ring! A..are you?!”
“Oh, don’t flatter me by acting surprised. I’m afraid that in this environment I rather stick out like a sore thumb,” this comment was delivered with such a flourish that could only serve to enhance its ostentatiousness.
Jason was still enamored with the stranger, solely for his stated membership. “So…so what…what do you want with me?”
Nathaniel grinned, showing an immaculate set of pearly whites. “Why, I want to invite you to dinner at our house. Every year, we hold an amazing feast in the frat house. Each brother invites a non-member and at the end of the night, well…I don’t want to give too much away…”
Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had only dreamed that this could even be possible! And here it was, actually happening!
“Of course I’ll come!” Jason replied with an enthusiasm that could be rivaled only by a puppy greeting his owner after a long period of separation.
“Splendid. Now, over the course of the next three weeks leading up to the event, we will need to meet to go over some orientation matters. Nothing terribly important, just to make sure that you’re absolutely prepared for the night of the event. I’ll be in touch,” and with that, he was gone, leaving Jason nearly too excited to finish his last plate of chicken nuggets, but only almost.
Two days later, Jason was on his way to the dining hall along with Nick and his friend, Sylvia, when his phone suddenly rang. He looked down to see an unknown number displayed across the front screen.
“H-hello?”
All at once, Jason’s ear was filled with the honeyed voice of the man he had met two nights before.
“Jason, its Nathaneil. I’d like for you to come meet me in Davidson Hall room 312. I’d like to get your first orientation out of the way.”
“Sure! I’ll be right there!”
Jason turned to see looks of confusion on the faces of his compatriots.
“You ditching us, then?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, I forgot that I’m late for a meeting for a club that I’m joining…” Jason lied, hurridly turning to walk in the opposite direction.
The hallways of the academic building were nearly empty as Jason ascended the stairs leading up to the third floor of Davidson Hall. The third floor corridor had an even more deserted feel to it than the rest of the building, the only light coming from a partially open door at the very other end of the hall. Jason briskly strolled into the room, the unexpected smell of pizza washing over him.
“Ah, there you are! Glad you could make it on such short notice!” Nathaneil said, clasping Jason’s hand and leading him to a seat on the other side of a long table. At the end of the table sat 3 large pizza boxes. In front of him rested a large book titled: “Beta Omicron Rho Bylaws.”
“We’re going to go over the fraternity by-laws so that you’re aware of all of the regulations pertaining to admission into the brotherhood,” Nathaneil began, but stopped as he noticed Jason eyeing the boxes of pizza. “Oh, wherever are my manners. We just had a meeting for another organization right before this, and I’m afraid we ordered far too much pizza. I’m sure you’re hungry, right? Help yourself!” With that, Nathaneil placed the stack of steaming boxes next to Jason and opened the top one. Jason began to eat as he read over the massive tome in front of him, hardly even keeping track of just how much he was devouring. In the span of the next hour, he polished off two whole pizzas without even noticing. His stomach full, Jason began to feel a little sleepy as the words of the bylaws droned on and on. His head slowly started drifting closer and closer to the book. He was snapped back to attention by a pat on the shoulder from Nathaneil.
“Well you look like you’ve had about enough reading for one night. But, are you sure you don’t want this last pizza?” Nathaneil held the box closer to Jason’s groggy face. Jason wanted to say no, but he also didn’t want to disappoint the guy who was sponsoring his pledging the frat. So, he reluctantly began to eat the last pie. It helped that the pizza was of such good quality, but even with his unusual capacity, Jason could feel his stomach stretching from the feast. Then, unexpectedly, Nathaneil was placing a hand on his bloated gut, rubbing it slowly, almost lovingly. Jason’s first instinct was to back away, but, instead, he let it go, the rubbing helping to dull the pain in his stomach. In another 20 minutes the last bite of the piece of the last pizza disappeared into Jason’s over-filled belly.
“That’s good boy,” Nathaneil said, his hand lingering on Jason’s belly before he turned to leave the room. Jason was far too full to speak, and slowly drifted off into a food coma in the dimly lit classroom.
The days after the stuffing went just like any other days for Jason. Though, it did almost seem that his large appetite had grown slightly, if that was even possible. On this particular Friday, Jason was excited. The fall semester had been off to a great start, and he, Nick, and Sylvia were planning to go together to a show later that evening at the local theater. As the three prepared to leave, Jason’s phone buzzed, signaling a text message. He opened it to see a text from Nathaneil inviting him to come to a house party that he was throwing. A pit formed in Jason’s stomach as he realized that he would once again have to ditch his friends. He hoped they would understand as he headed off in the direction of the address provided in the text.
Jason had never been to an actual college party before, and the one that he was now approaching would have put many to shame. The entire house seemed to crackle with life. Music shook the walls and mingled with the cacophony of voices produced by the attendees. Jason found Nathaneil in the basement of the house, which was a deep contrast to the rest of the party upstairs. The room was dimly lit, and there were far fewer people, making the basement almost quiet. Nathaneil beckoned Jason over to a series of overstuffed couches. As Jason sat down on the soft couch, Nathaneil handed him a piece of smoking paper, that Jason quickly realized to be a joint. Jason had only smoked weed once before, from a stash he had found in his brother’s bedroom. Having had little to no effect on him, he just dismissed it and never thought of it again. He wasn’t necessarily against it, but just didn’t have much desire to.
“Come on, go ahead,” Nathaneil said, mimicking the motions of one who is smoking. Jason lifted it to his mouth, took a long drag, and passed it back to Nathaneil. It didn’t take long at all for Jason to to relax into the couch where he was sitting. It also didn’t take long for him to realize that he was absolutely starving. Seeming to sense this, Nathaneil looked over to him and suggested that they go get some food. He said that he knew of a place that was open late where they wouldn’t be questioned about their intoxication. The inside of the diner they arrived at was dingy, but it smelled heavenly to Jason’s hungry mind. The two sat down in a booth and Nathaneil ordered for the both of them. Jason just sat and ate everything that was brought to him, barely even keeping track of just how much food he was devouring. Stacks of pancakes, eggs, piles of bacon, everything found a home in Jason’s belly. If he had taken the time to ask, he would have noticed that Nathaneil had dropped nearly 100$ on food to feed his growling tummy. Hours later, the two slowly walked back to Jason’s dorm. Barely able to stand under the weight of his gluttony, Jason flopped down into his bed, once again, immediately falling asleep.
The next week, the final one before the recruitment dinner, things changed for Jason. He began to hang out with Nathaneil on a regular basis. The two of them would smoke and then Nathaneil would treat Jason to a feast, which each day, grew more and more. Also growing, was Jason’s waistline. His once lithe frame was beginning to puff out slightly, a little more with each visit with Nathaneil. Nick and Sylvia had become increasingly agitated with Jason as he was now spending the majority of time with his new friend. The last straw fell, when Nick, eager to have support at his upcoming recital, asked Jason to attend. With the event being the same night as the fraternity dinner, Jason had no choice but to refuse. This had led to Nick telling Jason that he really hoped that he got into the frat, mostly so that he would never have to see him again. Jason chalked it up to Nick being jealous of the opportunity afforded to him.
On the night of the dinner, which, either by coincidence or fate, was also Halloween, Nathaneil arrived dressed in a resplendent tuxedo, ready to take Jason to the house. Jason watched the massive mansion grow nearer and nearer from the window of the limousine as they approached the frat house. It was all finally happening! Butterflies seemed to dance in his stomach, which, he had to admit, was pressing against the buttons of his dress shirt rather a lot. As they drove onward, Jason noticed what seemed to be a second house, well more of a shack next to the actual frat house. Around the shack was a tall fence, inside it, nothing but mud.
“What’s that over there?” Jason asked, pointing toward the strange housing.
“Oh, well as I’m sure you know, the mascot for our fraternity is the same as that of the whole school, a boar. Or a pig. What have you. One just sounds better than the other I guess. Anyway, we are charged as the guardians of that very mascot, and that is where he lives,” Nathaneil explained, a sense of importance filling his voice. Jason must have still worn a slightly uncomfortable look on his face.
“Something else the matter?” Nathaneil asked.
“I’m…just nervous…that’s all,” Jason replied, his voice wavering slightly.
“Well, I know just the thing to calm your nerves,” and with that, Nathaneil was extending another joint to Jason. Jason took it gladly, eager to calm himself down before the big night. Soon the pair was entering into the grand hall of the mansion. The entire place seemed to have been cut from the same piece of marble. Surfaces gleamed with trimmings of gold and sparkled with inlayings of gems. Jason was in absolute awe. Nathaneil led him into a beautiful dining room where a long mahogany table stretched out, laden with enough food to feed an army. Dotted around the table were the other brothers and their guests. Jason took note that, aside from him, none of the other prospectives seemed to weigh less than 300 pounds. He might have found this odd, if he had not been so focused on the spread of food before him. The pair took their seats at the table, and the man at the head of the table stood.
“Hello, I’m Connor Suis, president of Beta Omicron Rho. Please allow me to welcome you all, to Beta Omicron Rho feast night. As you all are aware, this is the most exciting event of the year for our brotherhood. Tonight we will be choosing one of you lucky individuals to add to our ranks. Now what you may not know already, is how we will decide which of you gets to join. Well, you see before you perhaps one of the greatest feasts ever assembled. Whoever of you can eat the most over the course of the next few hours, will be our winner!” At this, the hopefuls all began to look rather excitedly at one another. Obviously eating was a particular strength of this entire crowd, but Jason had never felt so confident in his abilities as he did at this very moment.
“Gentlemen, stuff your gullets!” Connor said, raising his wine glass into the air.
Chaos erupted all around the table as each pledge began to greedily stuff his face from the vast quantity of food on the table. Jason was barely conscious of what he was stuffing into his mouth, all he knew was that he had to keep eating. The brothers began to get up from the table, wandering around, inspecting the gluttons as one would a piece of livestock. Two older brothers approached Nathaneil, jeering at him for having chosen such a shrimp to represent him in the contest. Surely, they said, someone of such small stature didn’t have the capacity to compete with their own champions. A smile streaked across Nathaneil’s face as he turned to see one of their pledges being carted out, already having collapsed from the intake of food. The brother simply gave a shrug and walked back to his seat.
Jason could feel his stomach pressing harder and harder against the buttons of his shirt with each swallow of the delicious food he was stuffing into his face. He paid it no mind, concentrating solely on what he needed to do to win. All around him, the other, bigger guys were falling off, one every 15 minutes or so. Finally, it was down to three. Jason glanced over a turkey leg he was currently devouring at his remaining competition. The boy on his left seemed to be about the same age as he was, but nearly twice his size. Where he had been going strong initially, Jason noted a significant decrease in the eating rate of this particular contestant. Showing no sign of stopping, to Jason’s left, sat a mountainous guy about 2 years older and 300 pounds heavier than Jason. He was eating at such a rate, that the food around him had to be repeatedly replenished a number of times already. Still, Jason fought on, against the growing pain in his belly, and the growing tiredness in his head. Soon, the smaller foe dropped his head to his plate, unable to eat a single bite more, leaving only Jason and the large man on the end. The two seemed to be slowing at the same pace, trying desperately to cram more food into their already full stomachs. Jason could feel the buttons on his shirt straining to the maximum, but still he ate more. Soon, it had become a major struggle for either boy to lift food to their mouths. Bites were taken at intervals of second as opposed to milliseconds as before. Suddenly, the giant man on the end collapsed, taking one final bite from a piece of ham he’d been nibbling on. This was it! All Jason had to do now, was eat one…more…bite and he would win! He reached over, grabbing a whole handful of mac and cheese, raising the gooey goodness to his mouth. He barely bothered to chew, swallowing it down in one giant gulp. He leaned back in his seat as the final mouthful came to rest in his overstuffed stomach, finally bursting the straining buttons from his shirt. Cheers erupted behind him as he slowly drifted into another food coma.
Jason awoke in a dark room. He tried to look around, but his head was fixed in place. He tried to move, but his hands and feet, too, were fixed in place. The only source of light was streaming in from what appeared to be a doorway. Pale, silver streams of moonlight were flitting in from the entrance to whatever room he now occupied. Past the open space of the doorway, he could just barely make out the side of the mansion. Suddenly, a smell hit Jason’s nose. It smelled wet and earthy, like…mud. Suddenly the streams of moonlight were broken by a figure standing in the doorway.
“Bravo, Jason. I knew you could do it!” came a familiar voice.
“N..Nathaneil? What…what’s going on?”
“Oh my dear boy, you won! And now, you get to join the fraternity…as our new mascot!”
Suddenly, a light came on, illuminating the tiny shack the two now occupied. Realization slowly dawned on Jason as he realized that this was the inside of the tiny building beyond the fence that he had seen on the ride in. He looked down at himself, still clad in his dress clothes from dinner, but they were torn where his gluttony had grown too much for them, and they were littered with food stains. Nathaneil was standing before him, dressed in the immaculate jacket that Connor had worn during the feast.
“Like it? It’s the presidential jacket. I finally get to wear it now that I’m president, after all. And I have you to thank for it all!”
“What…”
“Ah, I suppose, at the very least I owe you an explanation. Our fraternity, as well as this university, and the town it was built in, all share a common past rooted in one enterprise: hog farming. Long ago, our organization was established by several men who had become vastly wealthy through the raising of prize farm pigs. As such, the fraternity, Beta Omicron Rho, or BOR, for short, has always had an investment in all things porcine. This is also why the mascot for the university is a boar. Hopefully it should all be coming together for you now. You see, membership in the fraternity, true membership, anyway, is a birth-right. There is no other way to be inducted. Every year, each brother goes out among the rabble of the university and chooses one man of great appetite, a human pig, if you will, to bring to feast night. Then, at the event, the pigs are all pitted against one another, and whoever the biggest pig is at the end, gets the express honor of becoming our mascot for the next year. You are the next in a long line of proud pigs,” at this, Nathaneil motioned upward, at a line of photos that decorated the walls of the shack. Each picture held the form of an almost impossibly fat man, sitting on his massive butt in what appeared to be the mud outside the hut. As the pictures went up by year, the men seemed to get fatter and fatter, the last one taking up nearly the entire frame.
“I…I don’t wanna be some fat pig!” Jason protested.
“Well, unfortunately that’s what you were born to be. I saw how you ate in the cafeteria, shoveling food away like it was nothing. The others mocked me for having chosen such a thin guy to be my pig, but they all saw in the end who the true glutton was. The only thing separating you from the other guys at the feast was your high metabolism, and, lucky for us, I know exactly how to fix that.”
Nathaneil produced a vial and a syringe from an inner pocket of the jacket, drawing the liquid in vial into the syringe in one deft movement.
“Our ancestors were such great farmers because they developed this little serum, here. When injected, it converts the subject’s metabolism to one that favors the production of fat. They used it to fatten up their hogs, but we’ve found a better use for it.”
Jason winced as the needle was driven home into his shoulder. He watched in terror as Nathaneil pushed the plunger into the syringe, injecting the serum.
“I really think that you have what it takes to be our biggest pig yet. I mean, you outgrew your clothes in a matter of two weeks, and that was without the boost of this serum. “
“Unnghh…no…let….me…go…”
“There isn’t any point in struggling, once the serum takes hold, you’ll be putty in my hands. You’ll beg me to feed you until you can’t take anymore. All of your inhibitions will be utterly unfettered. Ah, one more thing. Just as I’m sure you’ve heard the joke of farmers lying with their livestock, you’ll find that to be much less of a joke here. I doubt you’ll mind though. I saw the look in your eyes when I used to rub your belly. You’re already a glutton for food, but soon, you’ll be a glutton for sex as well.”
Jason could feel the terror beginning to fade. It was slowly being supplanted by another feeling. Despite the massive feast he had had that night, he was beginning to feel hunger overtake him. It was more than he had ever felt before, even in his weed-induced pig-outs. He struggled at his restraints, but for a different reason than before.
“Please…please…let me up…I…need to …eat!”
“That’s more like it!” A remote had appeared in Nathaneil’s hand. Pressing a button, a large trough on the side of the shack was suddenly filled with a slop of desserts. Cakes, ice cream, pie, pudding, all number of sugary confections filled the trough. The smell was almost more than Jason could bear.
“MMM…please…let me eat it!”
Another button was pressed, freeing Jason’s arms and legs. He was now bound only by a thick collar around his neck. He crawled on all fours over to the trough and began to shovel the food into his mouth. As he crouched there, stuffing his face full of the sugary slop, Jason could feel his body expanding, growing heavier by the second. His bloated belly was spreading out beneath him, hanging farther and farther away from his frame. His once smooth chest was beginning to sag as well, as ponderous moobs grew larger and larger. His tight dress pants were no match for his expanding thighs and ass, shredding under the immense pressure of holding back the cascade of fat. His sides were developing into bulging love handles that spread out like fat useless wings. Even his face was changing, becoming fatter and fatter, and…if he could have seen himself, almost…pig-like. Half an hour of eating the slop had packed on another 100 pounds and left Jason in nothing but a pair of boxers holding on for dear life. On cue, Nathaneil approached the massive man.
“Look at what you’ve done to yourself, you fat fucking pig. You used to be thin and handsome, and now…you’ve become a massive lard ass! You weigh almost three times what you did 3 weeks ago! This is what you’ve always truly been, though. A big fat pig. Unable to control himself, unable to resist temptation, a complete and utter glutton. And now the world can see you for what you are.”
This brought no response from Jason, who was far too busy reveling in the slop to even notice. He barely even noticed as the boxers were finally torn to shreds from his expanding ass. He felt Nathaneil place a hand on his flabby butt, and then another, forcing the huge globes apart. He let out a gasp as he felt something warm sliding into his hole, as Nathaneil began to fuck him. A part of Jason was screaming at himself to stop, but it was being drowned out by a series of grunts which told him that he loved this. That he WAS a big pig. That he needed to eat and grow fatter. That he needed to be fucked by his superior. Soon, these grunts wear coming out of his mouth through the slop, encouraging Nathaneil on. Nathaneil just watched the jiggling mass before him expand outward more and more. It was all he had ever dreamed of. As Jason rounded out to 500 pounds of pure lard, he felt Nathaneil explode in his ass, filing him with cum. The sensation caused Jason’s own cock, buried somewhere deep in his fat now, to dribble cum as well.
“This…is just…the beginning…pig…” Nathaneil said, smacking Jason on the ass, before pulling up his pants and leaving the shack.
From that point on, every day was a haze of food and sex for Jason. Though, the serum seemed to have much less of an effect than it had that first night, his weight continued to grow as did his appetite. He ate constantly now. If something was not in his mouth at any given time, he would grunt loudly, begging for food. The shack was becoming hilariously small for his growing body. He hadn’t walked upright since before the fateful dinner so many weeks ago, and now, crawling on all fours was becoming difficult as his gut and even his moobs would now drag along the ground. So eventually, the brothers set him up with a tube that would supply a slop composed of cream, butter, and sugar directly to him, as well as a massive toy to keep his other end entertained while they were all too busy. They had even brought in a tattoo artist to give Jason a large curled pig tail right above his massive ass crack. He was happy as a pig in mud, which is what he had become.
Immobility hit Jason’s body like a nearly literal ton of bricks. With nothing to do now, but sit and swallow mouthful after mouthful of the delicious creamy slop, the blubber piled onto his porcine frame. His warped mind had become more and more attracted to his growing mass over the past months, making his cock at almost constant attention. But, being completely swaddled in fat as it was, all the poor pig-boy could do was sit, pre-leaking from deep in his folds as the vibrations from the toy constantly lodged in his anus shook all the flab around him, slowly, almost painfully so, giving his buried dick the bit of friction necessary for it to erupt in spurts of wet, sticky cum. The waves of pleasure would cause him to draw in air in short quick bursts, making a loud grunting noise, and, occasionally a few squeals.
The many greasy folds and crevices of his blob-like body were fast becoming the favored depository of semen for the boys of the frat as well. It seemed that any time one of them needed a little release they would show up in his hut and find a roll to fuck. Jason would moan loudly, begging for the frat bros to stop and instead reward him by letting him service their hard members with his hungry mouth. More often than not though, they would begin to taunt him, asking him how much he wanted their dick, how much he needed the taste of their cum. Then, after blowing a wad in his belly button, they’d tell him how a fat pig like him didn’t deserve to receive their seed. The humiliation would almost always lead him to orgasm, followed appropriately by heavy oinking. Occasionally, even, the guys of the frat would use his massive body as bed for them to fuck each other on, leaving Jason to watch, sucking harder and harder on the slurry from the tube.
The following year, prior to the homecoming football game, the annual parade was held. Naturally, all the student organizations made floats and rode them through the route. The parade always concluded with the school mascot, a massively fat, animatronic pig riding past. This year however, people couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at the pile of life-like flesh that was being hauled by on a flat-bed truck. A giant pig head rested atop the amorphous blob of blubber as it bounced with the rhythm of the truck’s motor. Loud grunts could be heard coming from the mascot. The crowd was simply amazed at how much bigger the mascot seemed to be each year, but…it was just their imaginations right?
On the inside of the giant paper-mache’ pig head, Jason continued to grunt loudly, begging for food.
