Word of the party spread through the small upstate city of Frisca, California. It was claiming to be the biggest party the town had ever seen, and for more than one reason. The anonymous host promised a fulfilling night, but nobody had any idea what the guy meant. The ads showed nothing but food. Food, food, FOOD! Some people, believing it was going to be a potluck, made dishes to bring. Others, assuming it was a dinner party, prepared themselves in the fanciest ways they could think of. What was really going to happen was a lot different. The host, who went by the name of Mr. Anon, has a certain malicious intent. He was planning on turning the town into his own chubby paradise by plumping up the town through the means of the party. he had ordered top scientists to transform everyday foods into highly fattening versions that tasted exactly the same as the original. A single bite from an apple would pack on quite a few pounds. And Mr. Anon had literal TONS of food. If he wanted to, he could feed the entire town 5 meals a day for the next 10 year. But he was planning on having most of it gone by daybreak. In addition to this, Mr. Anon would select one person out of all of them to make his personal feeder slave, who he would fatten up with food every day for the rest of their life.
Marissa Crowe heard about the party through her best friend, Shaylie Rey. Marissa was a 17 year old high school student with a high IQ and wide waistline. She was kind of chubby, mainly because she didn't give a damn about looking good to guys. She just wanted her education and get over with it. She had no plans of getting married or even dating, she just wanted to get her education. Shaylie was the exact opposite. She was as dumb as a brick with gigantic breasts, a pencil thin waist, and had taken more dick than she had tests. She was the definition of a bimbo, and she definitely didn't try to hide it. Despite being polar opposites, they were the best of friends and nothing could ever change that.
"So, I hear about this, like, amazing party tonight. It's going to be, like, totally amazing!" Shaylie said to her friend over the phone. "And maybe, we can get you a guy!" This was a fruitless attempt, she knew Marissa would never go to a huge party just to get a guy. "Okay, Shaylie? Just because my parents are gone for the summer does not mean I'm gonna put myself out there for the guys." Marissa said defiantly. "Besides, I have better things to do than go to some fancy-shmancy party." Marissa waited for a response, which came in the form of a high pitched squeal from the other end. "Shay, please-" Marissa began, but was cut off by another squeal. "Ugh, fine! I'll go find my clothes.' Marissa finally caved, and was responded by a loud "YAY!" from Shaylie.
At around 7:30, Marissa walked down the steps of her porch in her tight party dress to hop into her car and drive upstate to the party. Her pudgy belly bounced with every step, her fat breasts jiggling and huge booty wobbling. The small dress accentuated her fat body, but she didn't mind. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. She just wanted Shaylie to leave her alone about not dressing fancily. She was a bit curious about the party. Why was it boasting to be the "Biggest Party of the Year"? Why were the advertisements only showing food? Why was it an anonymous host? All of these odd questions haunted her as she squeezed into her car and drove upstate to the party.