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Harper let out a melancholy sigh. The soon-to-be sophomore sorority girl had been to a dozen antique shops over the past few days and still she hadn’t found what she was looking for. She’d impulsively bought more than a few items that caught her fancy, so it wasn’t like she felt she’d wasted her time, but purchasing a few neat trinkets was not her mission.

Her orders came from the very top of her sorority, Leah Zheng, and Harper was desperate not to let her flawless idol down. She needed to find one of those old-timey doctor’s scales, the kind with the sliding weights, before summer vacation ended in a month.

Looking around, the inquisitive young lady put down a nifty fishing rod she’d found and started making her way out of the latest antique shop. She found such old and dusty places exhilarating to explore, but the aesthetic of this old house turned antique shop bordered on creepy. Maybe there was simply too much taxidermy for Harper’s liking. She’d actually stumbled upon this shop in the middle of nowhere while on her way to a more popular one she’d looked up online near the Appalachian trail. So, on her way out she still had some hope she’d be able to fulfill her mission without having to resort to driving a whole extra hour to her original destination.

However, looking around the mazelike business, Harper realized she’d forgotten which way she’d come in. She knew she had recently passed by a large mirror, because she’d snapped a few selfies of herself to send to her sorority sisters, but she couldn’t seem to spot it anywhere. At 5’9 and 145lbs, Harper maintained the figure of a youthful hourglass by involving herself in club sports since she had entered college, but she was more of a coward than her sturdy appearance would suggest. The fact that she was the only customer in this empty shop in the middle of nowhere was starting to get to her.

Wandering from room to room, Harper eventually stumbled upon what appeared to be a bathroom, except it was stripped completely bare, with one notable exception.

There, against the far wall of the room, sat exactly what Harper had been looking for. A sizable old-timey scale that clearly could use a good cleaning and a paint job, but otherwise looked perfect for the retro aesthetic of the sorority house’s basement party area.

‘What a find!’ Harper thought, as she decided to step on and see if the thing actually worked.

Harper didn’t take off her shoes since the scale appeared dirty and dusty. Plus, she was only wearing some jean shorts and a high-neck tank top, so it wasn’t like she was wearing heavy winter clothes.

As Harper slowly adjusted the weights, she found the activity pretty fun. There was something novel about the old technology. Yet, then again, she did have a love of old things.

Nudging the lighter weight closer to 145lbs, Harper bit her tongue as she realized she had to prod the dang thing closer to 147lbs before it appeared fully balanced.

“Well, I did have a big breakfast…” Harper mused to herself, as she patted her flat tummy and noticed something was etched into both of the measuring weights. Whatever it said, it wasn’t written very large, and it certainly wasn’t written in English. Harper pondered what the message could be for a moment, but soon shrugged off her curiosity.

At the very least, Harper knew the scale was in working condition.

Unlike her athletic body, the scale weighed a ton. It took Harper more than a few minutes to drag the heavy thing up to the front desk of the rural establishment.

“Excuse me, I can’t seem to find a price tag… How much does this scale cost?” Harper asked the old looking lady behind the counter. She looked as ancient as the antiques in her shop.

“Not for sale.” The old hag mumbled.

Harper wasn’t even sure if the old lady had opened her eyes, “You’re kidding right? This thing is exactly what I’m looking for.”

“What skinny girl like you need scale for?” The elderly woman uttered with a thick accent of some kind.

“It’s not for me personally. It’s for my sorority.” Harper explained, while she suspected the old lady must have been some kind of eastern European immigrant, maybe Russian, but she truly had no idea. Quoting the words of her sorority’s president, Harper absentmindedly blabbered, “Y’know, to weed out the fatties come rush week.”

Tilting her head in Harper’s direction for the first time, and adjusting her glasses, the elderly lady seemed to give the preppy and posh young coed a once-over before seeming to change her mind, “It’s free.”

“What?” Harper muttered in disbelief, while she nervously pierced the bushy black hair of her small afro with her manicured fingernails and scratched an itch she had toward the back of her head.

“Scale is free. Take it.”

‘And Leah said I didn’t know how to haggle!’ Harper excitedly thought to herself with glee, as she clapped her hands together with joy.

“Really? Gee, thanks lady!” Harper smiled, while she suddenly remembered something, “Ohh, and I was wondering. What’s scribbled into it at the top? On the weights. Is that Latin?”

Looking to where Harper was pointing, the old lady hummed, “Hmm, not Latin.”

“Dang, any idea what it says?” Harper curiously wondered. She looked a little closer at the letters etched into the sliding weights, wishing she could know what they meant.

“A vain human is a noxious creature. Living to pretend, living to seem, living to appear. For those who are full of themselves, let them grow full…” The old hag bellowed in a stern tone.

“Huh?” Harper sighed in confusion, as her eyes narrowed on the writing, “Is that all? What does that mean? Is that some kinda poem?”

There was no answer. Yet, Harper was positive that there must have been more to translate judging from the shear amount of writing etched into the weights.

Harper turned to look at the old lady and question her again, but the elderly woman wasn’t behind the counter anymore.

“Hello?” Harper called out, “Old lady?”

Once again, there was no answer.

“I’m taking the scale! Thanks again!” Harper called out not wanting to waste any more time on this task. The old lady had probably snuck off to the bathroom or something. Besides, the scale was what Harper was interested in, not whatever odd poem it had written on it. And so just like that, Harper dragged the scale to her car and started hauling it back to her home. She couldn’t wait to tell Leah about her good fortune!

Harper spent the better part of the next week enjoying what remained of summer vacation. Her days were spent hanging out with old friends, and her nights were spent watching scary movies. When she had some downtime, she gave the old scale a good cleaning and even a new paint job. The morning she finished that specific task, Harper absentmindedly stepped upon the scale to check her weight.

After adjusting the sliding weights, Harper was a little taken aback to discover she weighed 150lbs.

“That’s a little more than usual…” Harper hummed a little doubtful of how accurate her ancient scale could be.

Stepping off, Harper took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, and taking a twirl for good measure, her eyes confirmed she looked just as slim and sexy as ever.

Stepping on the scale again, Harper tilted her head in confusion, as the scale now seemed slightly unbalanced. Nudging the smaller sliding weight, a little bit to the left, the scale balanced at 151lbs.

Feeling a sinking sensation in the depths of her stomach, Harper reacted a bit harshly. She quickly flung off her crop top, and then did the same with her jean shorts, tugging the clothing off one leg at a time as she remained on the scale. In nothing but her underwear, the scale appeared a little unbalanced once again, although this time it needed to be adjusted a little lower.

Adjusting it impatiently, Harper balanced the weights at 150lbs.

“Liar! I do not weigh 150lbs! I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet.” Harper grunted feeling more than a little annoyed. Taking off her clothes should have dropped her weight by at least two pounds. The young woman felt cheated. So much so she added, “I need a second opinion.”

Hopping off the scale aggressively, Harper dug under the sink for a conventional electronic scale. Powering it on, Harper impatiently tapped one foot on the crude measuring apparatus until the lights blinked red, and then stepped on. To her absolute fury, the number that blinked at her read:

*150lbs*

“F*ck no!” Harper cried feeling victimized by her scales. There was no way she’d gained five pounds in less than a week. She wasn’t on her period. She wasn’t retaining water, if anything she was feeling a little dehydrated this morning. She hadn’t eaten anymore than normal this week and she’d jogged twice this week!

Gazing at herself again in the mirror, Harper held her tongue, as she slowly realized something. Looking at her stomach, it did actually appear she’d lost some muscle tone, she had the makings of a little soft belly pooch just under her belly button. It was slight, but it was there. In fact, her thighs looked a little fleshier too.

Suddenly the prospect that she may have put on a little weight didn’t feel so improbable. She had no idea why she hadn’t seen it before. She’d have to identify whatever bad habits had caused this problem, kick them, and hit the gym these last two weeks before she returned to college or else, she’d get an earful from Leah and her sorority sisters…

Over the next two weeks, as Harper made a concerted effort to eat better and exercise more, but she wasn’t losing weight. In fact, she was gaining it. Every morning, she weighed herself and every morning she came in at a pound heavier than she did the previous morning. As the days progressed, she was slowly finding it harder and harder to move around on her feet. Granted, walking wasn’t a problem, but running only seemed to grow considerably more tiresome the more she did it. She would start a jog completely fine, but after a while she’d get a dull ache deep in her stomach. When she’d stop to catch her breath, she’d grow weak in the knees.

As her weight grew ever higher, her clothing began growing tighter. It was a nightmare come true for someone so focused on fitting in with her judgmental and spoiled college sorority. With her return to campus growing ever nearer, it became clear to Harper that she couldn’t shed her newfound pudge in time. So, the resourceful soon-to-be college sophomore decided to try and hide the newfound fat on her body with loose clothing. However, there was now a lot of pudge to hide…

“Hey Harper!” Leah waved to her friend a few days later, as Harper approached the sorority house from her car carrying a box of stuff in front of her.

“Hey Leah!” Harper tried to reply with just as much enthusiasm as her friend, but her insecurities were conveyed by her slightly nervous tone.

Leah looked flawless as always. Her long dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She was wearing a pretty yellow-daisy floral-print cap-sleeve crop top, and a sexy black mini skirt. She loved to dress the colors of her favorite football team, the Pittsburgh Steelers.

The shirt was one Harper recognized, Leah had borrowed it from her the previous semester and never returned it. Leah had a reputation for doing that if she really liked an article of clothing. Harper didn’t have the guts to ask for it back.

The revealing garment was tasteful in that it didn’t really highlight Leah’s considerable c-cup cleavage but emphasize the narrow nature of her waist and the defined looked of her abdominal muscles. At 5’8 and 120lbs, the Chinese-American’s lean hourglass shape was far more conventionally ideal than Harper’s newly overfed-looking hourglass figure.

“Harper? What’s wrong?” Leah sighed, as Harper reluctantly put the box she was carrying down on the steps of the sorority house and let the sorority president see her newfound chubbiness. Although she’d tried to hide her plump gut with a peplum top, there was no hiding her newfound belly.

Leah was speechless for a moment, as she checked out her friend from head to toe twice over. Gone was Harper’s once lean and sexy stomach, in its place stood a plump looking beer gut that jutted slightly outward from her tight jeans. The seams of which appeared particularly strained around Harper’s thick thighs and curvy hips.

“Jeez, what did you do all summer? Sit on your ass and snort cookies and cream?” Leah nearly coughed, as if fat was a disease she could catch from her, merely by being in close proximity.

Embarrassed and shamed to the core, Harper didn’t try to deny the truth, “I don’t know what’s going on with me. I’ve put on like 15 pounds in two weeks.”

“Gosh, your gut has gotten huge. This won’t do.” Leah gushed with a prodding pinch to Harper’s lower belly roll. It was like she hadn’t even listened to what Harper had just said. Instead, she added judgmentally, “You need to go on a diet asap.”

“I’ve been trying to diet!” Harper pouted, “And exercise! Nothing is working!”

“Clearly you haven’t been trying hard enough.” Leah responded doubtfully.

“Stop picking on me!” Harper snapped feeling defensive and insecure.

“I’m not picking on you! I’m your friend! I’m just telling you like it is. Think of what Rachel, Samantha, and the other girls are going to say.” Leah countered, as she peered around Harper’s backside and dropped her jaw at the sight of Harper’s thicker butt cheeks. There was a lot more junk in Harpers trunk than she remembered.

Gulping with worry, Harper whimpered, “Oh god… I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“No. No of course not, but you clearly need my help. It’s a slippery slope Harper. First you start filling out your bras a bit better, then soon you notice your pants are getting tight, then before you know it, you’ve grown an unsightly pot-belly and our sorority’s reputation takes a nose dive!” Leah paused, staring at Harper’s little gut, before making her next point, “This sorority used to have standards. Our reputation used to mean something. Eta Lamda Pi used to be a synonym for sexy.”

“What do you want me to do about it? Dieting isn’t working for me.” Harper complained sounding ashamed of herself.

“The first thing we are going to do is go shopping. You are going to dress conservatively until we can get your ‘situation’ under control. And secondly, I’m going to institute a new sorority bylaw and I want your support on getting it ratified.” Leah concluded in typical authoritative fashion.

“Okay, what is it?” Harper agreed without hesitation.

“What everyone really needs is motivation and accountability. So, every week, everyone in the sorority must weigh in. Except for you, you’ll weigh yourself every day until we get your situation taken care of. By doing this, we’ll all hold each other accountable. Everyone will look as beautiful as possible and there will be no question which sorority has the hottest coeds on campus.” Leah commanded, before adding, “Where is that dirty old scale you got for rush week?”

“It’s still in my car. I cleaned it and gave it a new paint job.” Harper explained dreading the thought of having to weigh-in in front of Leah every day, but not having the nerve to object.

“Great, bring it to the basement, we’ll uses it for our weigh-ins.” Leah smiled sounding pleased with her solution.

“Can I have some help? It’s kinda heavy.” Harper asked looking vulnerable.

Leah just shrugged in response, adding, “Of course. Helping my sisters is what I do.”

The two of them then headed to Harpers car and started heaving the scale toward the house. Even for two able-bodied young women such as Leah and Harper, getting the scale up the steps to the house and then down the steps to the basement was a tough task.

“God this thing weighs a ton!” Leah exclaimed, as the two dropped the scale nice and softly across from the semi-furnished basements’ makeshift bar and pong table.

The girls had added some carpets to the floor to make the place cozier and decorated a ton, but the ceiling was pretty open, and Harper could see more than a few exposed pipes. In fact, just above where they put the scale were some lower lying pipes with two fuzzy handcuffs attached to them. Harper remembered them from rush week. They were for one of the sorority’s particularly strict initiation rituals.

“Tell me about it.” Harper agreed, while catching her breath. In the silence that followed her stomach growled, prompting the nervous sophomore to ask, “So what did you wanna do for lunch?”

“I was gonna order pizza and maybe some fries.” Leah tentatively revealed to her pudgy friend.

“Pizza sounds heavenly!” Harper gushed unconsciously placing a hand on her plump little gut.

Raising a judgmental eyebrow, and glancing at Harper’s thick waist, Leah wondered, “Do you think you should be having any pizza in your current condition?”

“Yes?” Harper hopefully squeaked with some apprehension in her voice.

“Let’s ask the scale if you should get pizza. Go on. Step on.” Leah ordered, as Harper reluctantly obeyed.

Nudging the little measuring weights had been fun when she’d been doing it alone but having someone tilt the weights on the scale for her was somehow inspiring a sense of trepidation deep within her gut. It was like she suddenly felt a little fatter than a second ago.

“163lbs… Wow. Someone’s got a greedy gut.” Leah exclaimed quite snobbishly.

“Oh come on! I was 162lbs when I weighed myself this morning! I swear!” Harper grunted in astonished disbelief. It was like every time she weighed herself, she weighed a little more than she did before!

“The scale never lies Harper. I’ll order pizza and fries for everyone’s little welcome back meal, but it’s going to be a vinegar salad for you. And nothing else.” Lina ordered with a judgmental poke to Harper’s pudgy midsection.

That night, it was apparent to Harper’s sorority sisters that she had put on some weight. However, many had experienced the freshman 15 at one time or another during college, so Harper didn’t receive as much social sanctions as she expected. Yes, her clothes were a little too tight, yes, she did have a little belly now, and yes, some people teased her about it but by and large the weight gain wasn’t enough for her sisters to treat her that much differently.

Lina eventually called the girls together for a meeting, proposed her weekly-weigh-in plan and just like that, the whole house marched down to the basement to be weighed. Since everyone had partaken in pizza and fries, as well as some beer, apart from Harper, nobody batted an eye when the baseline weights were a pound or two higher than normal.

Nobody except Harper.

She struggled to understand how she weighed in at 165lbs, two pounds heavier than earlier that same day, when she’d only eaten a small salad and gulped down a small glass of water. It didn’t make sense. Nothing about her gain the previous month had made sense, yet here she was fatter than ever. It felt like a nightmare, but she was the heaviest girl in the sorority. She prayed that as the semester continued her weight would return to normal.

A month later, Harper’s prayers hadn’t been answered.

As she got ready before her daily weigh-in, Harper paused while she caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror. It appeared fuller. There was no denying it. Although she’d stuck to her diet and kept up with her exercise, she hadn’t shaken off any weight. Harper didn’t know how, but the opposite had happened. She’d piled it on. Almost 30 pounds in 30 days.

Part of Harper understood that she wasn’t going to have the same body in college that she did in high school. However, she never thought in her wildest dreams that she’d outgrow her entire wardrobe one month into her sophomore year. Her legs had thickened, especially her hips and thighs. Her butt had grown girthier and wider, her belly had gone from a pooch to a bonified potbelly. Her breasts, once shapely and firm, had exploded in size. She looked like a girl that ate at chipotle for breakfast lunch and dinner and guzzled down beer each and every night.