Chapter 1

Starting from the second week of college, I suddenly began gaining weight no matter what I ate.

Meanwhile, my roommate Vivian, who used to weigh a massive 200 pounds, was visibly shedding weight by the day.

Within a month, our weights completely swapped.

She was down to 100 pounds. I was up to 200 pounds.

She even snatched my slot to host the annual Homecoming Gala.

And because she was terrified I’d stop trying, she rallied the entire class to "supervise" my weight loss.

But why the hell should I listen to any of them?

Wouldn't it be much more fun if we were all fat together?

Soon enough, her weight started ballooning like a pumped-up balloon.

And Vivian literally fell to her knees, begging me to break the bond!

I had just finished my ten-kilometer run for the day. Dragging my leaden legs back to the dorm, I hadn't even wiped the sweat off my face before Vivian's screeching voice pierced my ears.

"Oh look, the fat pig is back!"

She was sitting in my desk chair, dangling her feet in a pair of limited-edition designer heels she had just dug out of my closet.

Her little clique of minions instantly caught the cue and burst into nasty laughter.

"Look at her. Disgusting."

"Other people sweat, but she? She’s sweating pure lard!"

"She reeks. She’s not even in the same league as Vivian anymore."

A wave of heat rushed straight to my face, making my cheeks burn.

"Vivian, are you done?"

I panted, my voice trembling slightly.

"Not even close," she said, standing up. Though she was barely 5'3", she strutted toward me like she owned the world, spitting words right into my face.

"Fat pigs don’t get to rest, okay? Keep moving. Otherwise, how are you going to burn off all that lard?"

She poked my shoulder hard with her finger. My muscles were already trembling from overexertion, and with that poke, I lost my balance and fell straight to the floor.

A surge of raw anger hit my brain. I violently slapped her hand away.

"Vivian, that’s enough! So what if I'm fat? I still have my dignity!"

Vivian acted like she had just heard the funniest joke in the world. She threw her head back and laughed, and her minions joined in, howling with amusement.

Suddenly, she grabbed a freshly opened bottle of my expensive hydrating toner from my desk. Without even unscrewing the cap properly, she gave it a cruel flick.

The ice-cold liquid, heavily scented, splashed all over my face and chest.

My brand-new gym top was instantly ruined, covered in a giant, dark wet stain.

"Oops, my hand slipped!"

She covered her mouth, but the malicious glee in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Another minion giggled as she grabbed my canvas tote bag hanging from the bedpost.

With a loud clatter, she slammed it down by my feet. My textbooks and notebooks scattered all over the floor.

"Pick them up, piggy."

Vivian crossed her arms and tilted her chin up, commanding me like I was a stray dog.

"And while you're down there, my shoes got a little dusty. Wipe them."

The air in the room froze.

Blood roared in my ears. A crushing weight of humiliation wrapped around my chest like cold vines, squeezing the breath right out of me.

I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted copper.

My fingernails dug into my palms. The sharp pain was real, but it couldn't drown out the overwhelming shame and anger.

Just a month ago, Vivian was a 200-pound girl who was too terrified of rejection to even look people in the eye.

But today, she had completely transformed. Not only had she successfully shrunk to a model's size, but her personality had also taken a nasty, arrogant turn.

I had never done anything to hurt her. In fact, I was the only person in this entire school who had ever treated her like a real friend.

How dare she treat me like this!