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!
I didn't know what was happening lately. No matter what I ate, I just kept blowing up. My weight was climbing like crazy. Going from 100 pounds to 200 pounds took only a single month. And somehow, Vivian had managed to lose exactly that much weight in the same month, dropping from 200 to 100 pounds. It was pure insanity—the kind of ridiculous plot you'd only see in a trashy fantasy drama. Yet, it was happening to me in real life. But I refused to believe it at first. The moment I realized I was gaining weight, I started starving myself and working out, pushing my body to the absolute limit. I woke up before dawn to run, with only the streetlights cast stretching shadows on the track. At the cafeteria, I only dared to order plain celery and boiled kale. By midnight, my stomach would burn with agonizing hunger. Every single time I stepped on the scale, my heart lodged in my throat. But that cursed number remained welded to the display, refusing to budge. Occasionally, I’d lose half a pound, only to gain back double the next day. Despair slowly crawled up like cold ocean water, submerging me. The beliefs I had lived by for over a decade almost crumbled in that moment. Was Vivian really some kind of chosen one? And was I just her miserable foil? I stared at the bloated, swollen stranger in the mirror. The fat had swallowed my facial features, leaving no trace of the sharp, pretty girl I used to be. But what about Vivian? She spun around in an XS-sized dress she had stolen from my closet, practically floating. She basked in the attention of the boys who swarmed around her like flies, soaking up titles like "goddess" and "untouchable," while they used me as a doormat to make her look better. "Don't waste your breath, Chloe," she whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with venom. "Some people are just born to be fat pigs." The final string in my head snapped. To hell with dieting! I marched into the cafeteria. I loaded my tray with everything I had been terrified to touch before—cheeseburgers, pizzas, loaded fries. The rich aroma of grease and carbs hit my nose, bringing a sense of pure, vengeful euphoria. I buried my face in the food, eating like a starving wolf. Strangely, after a few days of total indulgence, no matter how much trash food I shoved down my throat, my weight stayed completely stagnant. That was bizarre. Losing weight was hard, but gaining weight shouldn't be this difficult either. Just then, Vivian’s hysterical shriek echoed from across the room: "Where is my jawline?! Why do I have a double chin?! What happened to my face?!" She was clawing at her cheeks, which had visibly rounded, and at the sudden roll of fat spilling over her waistband. She looked like she was losing her mind. A bizarre, wild thought suddenly crept into my head. Something was seriously wrong here. I was eating like a pig, so why was she gaining weight? And back when I was killing myself at the gym, my weight wouldn't budge, but she was getting lighter by the day!
I decided to investigate Vivian. If she was behind this, I was going to destroy her. That evening, she received a phone call. Her voice instantly turned sweet enough to cause cavities, and she hurriedly ran downstairs. Acting on pure instinct, I quietly followed her. Sneaking past the secluded woods behind the campus library, I spotted Harry in the distance. My boyfriend of one year. The guy who always claimed he loved me for being "independent and confident." They were hooking up behind my back. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. Nice move, Harry! We hadn't even broken up yet, and you were already screwing around with Vivian! The next second, Vivian threw herself into his arms like a butterfly. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down to nuzzle her forehead with a tenderness I had never seen him show me. "Harry, do you like my new dress?" Vivian’s voice drifted over with the breeze. "You look beautiful. You look amazing in everything." Harry’s voice was pure mush. "Way better than Chloe, right? She’s got such a nasty temper, and now she’s as big as a house. It's so embarrassing to be seen with her." "Don't even mention her," Harry said, his voice dripping with utter disgust. "My Vivian is the best. You have such a perfect body. Walking with you makes me look so good." So that was it! I forced myself to stay calm. They made out for about half an hour before Vivian took a shopping bag from Harry and started walking back. I slid behind a thick bush, letting the darkness swallow my heavy frame. Vivian hummed a tune as she walked, practically skipping. She was on cloud nine. "Chloe thinks she's so special. Too bad she’s bound to my system now! Her perfect weight belongs to me!" She snapped a twig in her hand, her voice sending a chill down my spine. "Chloe, you're nothing but my stepping stone for the rest of your life. Once I lock Harry down for good, everything you own will be mine." Vivian’s sudden weight loss. Harry’s sudden coldness and his constant threats to break up with me. All the puzzle pieces fell into place, revealing a terrifying truth! Vivian had bound a system to me, and she had swapped our weights. Fine. Perfect. Vivian, so this is how you repay me. To think I actually felt sorry for her poor background and constantly bought her food and clothes. She literally stabbed me in the back! Vengeance spread through my veins like wildfire. Force her to unbind? No. I wanted her to drink her own poison! Losing weight is pure torture. Working out is a nightmare. Why don't we just give up and be fat together like "best friends"?
Step one: get my stolen stuff back. I went straight to Professor Ford, throwing down photos and receipts on his desk. The Cartier necklace Vivian bragged about every day, the Chopard watch on her wrist, and the empty jars of La Prairie skin cream stacked on her vanity. Every single item belonged to me. "Professor, these items are worth over $30,000 in total. Vivian has been 'borrowing' them for almost a year and refuses to return them." "Should I call the police and file a grand larceny report, or would you prefer to contact her parents directly?" Professor Ford’s face turned several shades of pale. When Vivian was summoned to the office, she still had her nose in the air. She dragged a heavy plastic bag behind her and tossed it at my feet with a loud clatter. The necklace was scratched and dull—clearly a cheap replica, not my original. The watch was real, but she obviously hadn't cared for it; the leather strap was heavily worn, severely tanking its value. And the luxury skincare jars were practically scraped clean. "There! Take it back! We’re classmates, is it really that serious?" She rolled her eyes, acting like I was the dramatic one. "You seriously don't know the first thing about being a team player!" "I don't touch trash that other people have ruined," I said coldly, pushing the bag away. "Either you pay me the full $30,000 value, or you can explain it to a judge." Vivian's face drained of color instantly. I knew her family's financial situation. Forget $30,000—they couldn't even scrape together $2,000 without selling their house. She shot a panicked look at Harry, who had just burst into the office. "Chloe! Don't push it!" Harry yelled, looking incredibly righteous. "Vivian just used a few of your things! What's the big deal?" "Can't you just be the bigger person? Do you have to ruin her life? Apologize to Vivian right now!" Where did this clown get the nerve? I almost laughed out loud. "Did you pocket the cash from the real necklace I bought, Harry?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or did you plan this theft together? Because let's be real, Vivian doesn't have the brains to pull this off alone." Vivian probably didn't even know what luxury brands were before she met me! Harry panicked, quickly cutting me off. "Chloe, shut up! I... I'm just standing up for what's right." "We're all classmates. There's no need to make things this ugly." Even now, he was still trying to play both sides. Even if I adopted a dog, at least it would be loyal! I looked at the two of them—one completely lost, the other shifting his eyes guiltily. I felt a sudden wave of pity for my past self. How did I let myself get played by these two absolute idiots? What a joke! I stood up, done wasting my breath. "That's why I brought Professor Ford in as a witness instead of calling the cops directly. I was trying to spare you guys." "But let me make this clear: the total value is $30,000. I don't take cash. Wire it directly to my bank account!" Hearing this, Vivian completely lost her mind. "Chloe! You're robbing me! A stupid necklace is not worth $30,000! You're insane!" I slapped the original purchase receipts onto the desk one by one. "I get that you don't understand luxury brands, Vivian. But I have the receipts. Feel free to take them to the store to verify." Vivian looked at Professor Ford, begging him to intervene. But Professor Ford just rubbed his temples and said with a sigh, "Chloe is right. If you don't believe her, we can involve the police. The amount is too high for the university to handle internally." Vivian’s face went entirely white. Harry didn't dare say a word. He was completely stunned. I didn't expect to get the money today anyway. I had to give them some time to sweat and scramble, after all. Professor Ford, terrified of a scandal reflecting badly on the department, promised me he would make sure they paid me back. But I knew Vivian's revenge would be fast and dirty. She had never planned on playing nice. But the trap wasn't fully set yet. I couldn't let them off the hook too easily...
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