She hadn't been sure when she had dressed this morning, but now she was quite certain, today's jeans were a mistake. She knew that her waist was no longer what it had been when she bought them, some weeks back, but this was bad. Her top was not staying down as she had hoped it would. It was riding up simply because those big boobs of hers took up more room than she had allowed, or than the top permitted. The result was that her belly, even fatter than she had been willing to admit, was openly bulging over the beltline of the jeans. A soft roll of flab, a classic 'Muffin Top', was now exposed for all to see.
And see they did, and commented as well. "Hello, Muffy," was probably the most creative greeting, and by no means the nastiest. "And here I thought that the campus' most well known 'figure' was supposed to be its best as well. May we measure to be sure?" was the offering of another co-ed, and one who might actually have the 'best' figure. Her waist, equally openly displayed, was visibly smaller and smooth and firm. Worse, she was carrying a tailor's tape around her neck. Several others offered to help her with the measurement, and, as a group, looked unlikely to accept a refusal.
Nor did they. 'Muffy' was surrounded by classmates, preventing escape. The tape was placed around its owner's waist. "Twenty five inches." "Your turn, 'Muff'." She stood there, arms raised out of the way, not voluntarily, held by one of the best coed athletes in the school. "Hm, jeans are twenty-eight inches, not as trim as we were led to believe. Waist itself, a nice fat thirty-three!" "It's one thing to get fat and flabby, Muffy. It's quite another to show it off proudly like this. Have you anything to say in your defence?"
Too embarrassed to really say anything, she mumbled a 'No.' "That's just as well, but as it's that time of day, we'll be happy to 'share' a snack or two with you," came from another of the group, as she, and then several others, snickered. Two of the group pulled some out of their backpacks, completing her rout. If she refused, she'd be made out as ungracious. If she accepted, there'd be no end to the comments, probably including further 'offers', and there might be some 'Pig' observations as well.
"Thank you, but....", she never finished her sentence.
"Oh good, we wanted to help out here, and now we can." An oversized candy bar was shoved into her hand. "Eat up, fatty!" was followed by a quiet but determined chant of "Eat. Eat. Eat!" There was again no escape, and tears in her eyes, she unwrapped the bar and stuffed it down, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. "May we escort you to the dorm?"
That, she accepted gratefully, as a relief offering. She was unpleasantly surprised as the whole group went with her. Once inside, she was forcibly led to the candy machine.
"One bar will never do, we must be generous with our classmate."
It was only after choking down an 'offering' from each of the girls that she was released. "Next time, 'Muffy', use some of that good brain of your's, and dress more intelligently. That belly is too fat to expose, and now, by your gluttony, it's even fatter, and" with an ungentle prod into her flab, "much curvier. Not the curves you wanted to show off. Just be thankful that we haven't chosen to 'help' you to a full meal, with measurement to follow. Of course, we could skip the formal dinner, and just feed you all evening. It's almost what you deserve. We'll leave you now, but remember, if there is any complaint voiced about this, that belly will suffer for it, many, many pounds worth. Oh, and don't expect that you'll be allowed to lose that flab, either. It's your's until we decide otherwise. You've not made yourself popular with your ways, so there will be damn little support for you in your predicament." They left.
She knew only one thing for certain. That fat belly could never be easily hidden again. She was sure that her campus nickname would be 'Muffy' for the remainder of her time, and that she was effectively imprisoned with her now permanent 'Muffin Top'.