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The lunch bell rang, and all of the students at Melrose High School rushed to the cafeteria, eager to find their seats. Stephanie was among these students, although not nearly as excited as they were.

You see, if you looked at her, Stephanie didn't stand out. She was just another thin, pretty girl, with blond hair and fashionable clothes. However, what was on the inside was what really counted.

No, it's not her personality; that's basically just another popular girl's. it's literally inside her.

Stephanie was born with a birth defect. Her digestive system had a gland that provided her body with all of the nutrients she needed, therefore removing her digestive acids. In other words: Stephanie didn't have to eat. Her body was built almost comically, with everything in her throat emptying into her stomach almost immediately.

So the school saw no reason to send her to lunch if they couldn't profit off of her. She mostly just went to see her friends in the cafeteria, since many of her classes seperated them. On most normal days, she would simply find a table, sit down, and wait for her friends to stop by with their lunches.

As Stephanie arrived, however, she noticed this wouldn't be a normal day.

Everybody in the cafeteria (some 430 students) were all gathered around the stage that sat at the far west side of the massive building. All the tables and chairs were stacked up against the walls. As the blonde walked inside, she was immediately interested in whatever was happening on stage.

"Move," she said to a gaggle of nerds, who were all whispering to one another.

The hoard responded, all shuffling aside to make room for her. She smiled, sweetly but fake, as she continued to make her way to the front of the crowd.

Once she arrived, Stephanie was finally able to see what all the fuss was about.

The school sent out a memo to all of the students, saying that everyone was asked to bring a sack lunch, since the regular school meals would be used for "alternative purposes" today. Naturally, every one of the students obliged.

That is, every student except Stephanie, who had no need for food.

The odd thing was, nothing was on stage. Stephanie didn't know why everyone was so excited about nothing. Maybe they couldn't sit, since the janitors moved all of the tables.

"I'm sure that's a thing in Mexico. Everyone eats on the floor," she muttered to herself.

Then, everyone looked up as Carmela Andersen walked onstage, holding a microphone. The nerdy Asian-American girl was smiling so wide, you could see her entire set of braces. She beamed with happiness as applause rode up from most of the students.

Stephanie HATED Carmela. She was a new student last year, and since she took gymnastics lessons for years, she was a perfect fit for cheer team captain. Everyone else on the team was fine, but Stephanie was not. No new student could just mosey on up and take such a prestigious spot, especially a nerd like her.

But despite her attempts to ruin Carmela's life in the way that she had done the same to Stelhanie, everyone seemed to love her. She dressed like a Japanese schoolgirl and chewed on her pencils and wore braces in her JUNIOR YEAR, but everyone still liked her.

It made Stephanie sick.

"I'd like to thank you all for your wonderful applause! You truly are the reason this school is so great!" Carmela blew a fake kiss out to the audience. Almost everyone cheered once more.

"Thank you once more!" She paused until the applause finally died down.

"Now, as you all know, the Student Council asked me to host this very special fundraiser. Do you all remember what the memo said?" Many students nodded in response. A couple even raised their sack lunches in the air as proof.

"Well, in just a few seconds, the answer will become quite clear!"

Amidst the clapping, Stephanie rolled her eyes. This couldn't be what everyone was excited about. A fundraiser, organized by the Student Council? That couldn't be more uninteresting, yet everyone was acting like it was Senior Prom or something!

"And now..." Carmela dramatically masked her face, only to remove her hands a couple seconds later. "The reveal!"

The curtains on the stage began to open, revealing a salad-bar full of the most popular foods requested by students. There were piles of greasy pizza, mounds of mashed potatoes, countless French fries, and even a tub full of rainbow sherbet ice cream!

Stephanie gawked. They were seriously just displaying food to a bunch of hungry students? This had to be a joke or something!

"Melrose High is going unconventional this year! Rather than make our students go door-to-door selling products, we're going to have them donate money to something they'd like to see! Now...how many of you are into competitive eating?"

Only a few hands went up.

"Alright, let me rephrase that...how many of you DON'T want to sell canned peanuts this year?"

Every hand in the cafeteria went up, including Stephanie's. As badly as she hated Carmela, she hated selling peanuts just as much.

"Well, this year's gonna be different! One of our very own students here at Melrose High is going to be responsible for raising money for the Souls are Strong military foundation!" A large round of applause rang through the cafeteria.

"How, you may ask? Well, it's simple! Any student who volunteers will come on up and spend the entire day here, rather than doing schoolwork!"

Stephanie's attention was caught. She would do ANYTHING to get out of work, even if Carmela was involved. Her grades were decent, but the work was UNBEARABLE, considering she'd rarely have to do work at home. Her wealthy parents could make anything possible.

"For every dollar donated, said student will have to eat a portion of anything the giver requests!" Everybody gasped, but Carmela continued. "It may sound like a stretch, but the volunteer can throw in the towel, as long as someone else is willing to take their place!"

A murmur went through the crowd. Was it really worth it? A day out of school, but stuffing themselves with cafeteria food? Yuck.

"So...any volunteers?" Carmela announced to the crowd.

Silence. Nobody said a thing.

"Well...did anybody...NOT bring a lunch?"

Stephanie, now having rethought the entire "skipping out of school" thing, couldn't have picked a worse time to rethink that. As soon as she had decided against it, one of the nerds in the crowd piped up.

"Stephanie didn't bring one!" He said in his nasal tone.

Carmela's eyes, along with those of several hundreds of students, were cast in Stephanie's direction.

"Well, since Stephanie seems to be the only one who didn't bring a lunch, and since it's state policy that all schools must feed their students, I guess we have our volunteer!" Carmela beamed at Stephanie. "Come on up, Stephanie Summers!"

"No..." Stephanie mumbled, but she was practically pushed on stage.

"Alright, Stephanie, your work here is simple," Carmela instructed, still speaking through the microphone. "We'll give you a plate, and you're going to sit behind this table. Whenever a student makes a donation, I'll take their request for a food item, and then I'll serve that food to you. Then, as creepy as it may sound, they get to watch you eat the food, and won't be satisfied until you're finished. Got that?"

Stephanie said nothing.

"Alright! Let the 2-hour charity fundraiser...BEGIN!"

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Students from all over the campus had heard about the fundraiser, and who was the unfortunate "volunteer" taking part. Naturally, since Stephanie was one of the most popular, yet most despised students at Melrose High School, almost everyone wanted to see her stuff her face with disgusting cafeteria food.

Stephanie, on the other hand, was not looking forward to what was coming. She sat for the first thirty minutes, waiting until a flood of students who had left their classrooms to donate arrived.

And arrive they did.

A mass of students rushed through the doors, around 100 in all. While Stephanie expected a lot more people to arrive, she wasn't sure she could handle more. Heck, she wasn't sure she could handle THIS many.

The first student up was Gordon Colbert, the quarterback for the school's football team. Stephanie had dated him for six weeks, before she had left him for the running back, who she was currently in a relationship with (for now). Naturally, Gordon wanted to see her suffer.

He slammed his dollar on the table. "Pizza," he muttered in his deep voice.

Carmela nodded, before placing his dollar in a cash register. She then went over and grabbed a slice of pizza from the tub and set it down on Stephanie's plate.

"You know the drill, Steph," Carmela instructed.

"Yeah," said Gordon, as he shuffled over. The look in his eyes could kill. "Eat it."

Stephanie gulped, then took a bite of the cold pizza. This was the first thing she had ever eaten, and it was DISGUSTING. Stephanie hated the idea of eating in general, so having her eat something this gross was beyond torture.

Eventually, after two painful minutes, the slice had disappeared. The rage in Gordon's eyes hadn't died down, though. Clearly, he wanted to watch the rest of it.

Carmela laughed nervously. "That's enough, Mr. Colbert! You can head back to class now."

Gordon was silent for a minute. "Fine," he grumbled, before storming off to class.

The next twenty minutes all went by in a flash. Students of all kinds swarmed in: Jocks, nerds, frats, losers, and even a couple of teachers donated, all to see Stephanie choke down a scoop of sherbet ice cream or mashed potatoes.

Eventually, Carmela called for a ten-minute break, to let the volunteer "decide."

"So!" Carmela said happily, before turning to Stephanie. "We've made $13 so far. Do you feel like continuing?"

Stephanie didn't know what to say. At first, she was only focusing on the feeling in the pit of her stomach. Since she didn't have digestive acids, all of the food had settled undigested in her belly. She was already feeling full, with about six sliced of pizza, half a tub of ice cream, and four scoops of mashed potatoes inside her.

On the other hand, she didn't want to seem like a coward in front of the person she hated most. If this was a challenge, she was going to own up to it!

"Nope, I'm good!" Stephanie said. "Bring on the next twenty minutes!"

The next twenty minutes were even worse than the first.

Once Carmela had announced that the fundraiser was back from its break, all of the waiting students hopped back on their feet, ready to donate. It almost insulted Stephanie when two of her cheerleading friends, Penny and Jacqueline, were first in line.

"Hey, Carmela!" Penny said happily. "This one dollar goes for both of us. Do you think you could give her a handful of French fries?"

"Sure thing, guys!" Carmela replied, just as bubbly.

The two cheerleaders smiled at each other as Carmela placed the French fries on Stephanie's plate.

"Guys, what are you doing?" Stephanie asked, clearly upset. "Do you WANT me to die?"

"Of course not!" Jacqueline gasped, maybe a bit too dramatically. "We just wanted to see you eat something, since you never seem to."

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Penny asked.

Stephanie didn't say anything, but instead crammed the remnants of fried potato into her mouth.

"Oh my God, you look so weird!" Penny exclaimed.

"Alright, ladies! Time's up!" Carmela said, as another student walked up to the donation booth.

So many more students had made donations in this period, and Stephanie knew what that meant: more ice cream, more pizza, more French fries, more mashed potatoes, and more green beans.

Eventually, the next break was called.

"Alright, Steph! We made $24 more!" Carmela walked over, beaming once again. "Are you SURE you still want to keep going?"

Stephanie didn't listen. She was too busy trying to appease the pain that came with her newly bloated belly. She could feel each and every remnant of food that she had eaten. Her stomach decided it didn't have much more space, so it made more room by sticking out as much as it needed to. In Stephanie's case, that was an extra 4 inches.

Stephanie had no idea what more food would do to her, but she still wanted to keep going.

"Yeah..." she replied. "Go ahead. Do your worst."

Then the next twenty minutes came and went. Stephanie knew the drill. However, when each and every piece of food was swallowed, she could feel it hit all the other pieces she hadn't digested. It didn't take long for students to notice her balloon of a belly.

"Good luck cheerleading with THAT food baby," one snickered.

"When are they due?" another joked.

Stephanie didn't care anymore. All she cared about now was surviving to the end of this fundraiser, so she could go home and figure out how to remove all this...extra space.

The third break finally came around. This time, Carmela looked concerned.

"Uh, Steph, we already made $60. That's a lot for this school, you know. You really don't have to keep going..."

"No, it's cool. I'm here for the ride now..." Stephanie groaned. "Keep it going."

"Stephanie, you really don't have to-"

"I said, keep it going!" Stephanie yelled, before returning to her self-massage.

The final wave, thankfully, was easy. Only a dozen or so students had made requests, due to most of them leaving, assuming Stephanie would explode soon. It was still painful, though, as her stomach had stretched to the point where her hundred-dollar shirt had ripped open, revealing her pink bra.

"Alright, that's it, Stephanie! The fundraiser's over! You can go home!" Carmela said frantically, after the longest two hours of Stephanie's life passed.

Stephanie groaned in response. "Can you give me a ride?"

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Stephanie arrived home at 6:30, after Carmela had dropped her off in what was possible the ugliest car she had ever seen, had she cared. No, as she waddled up the stairs to her room, her focus shifted to the events that had happened today, and the "results" of those events,

She was grateful for her lack of digestive fluids for one reason only: she didn't have gas. By now, she probably would've broken the sound barrier. The amount of food Stephanie had consumed was the equivalent to feeding 3 dozen students, which totaled up to raising a measly $72 for the Souls are Strong foundation. And to Stephanie, that wasn't worth it.

Her massive globe of a belly dominated her entire frame. It stuck out at least a foot and a half from the rest of her body, and had even grown a couple of inches towards the sides. It was drum tight, due to all the undigested food being packed in the expanse of her stomach; so tight, in fact, that it had began to form stretch lines.

Stephanie growned as she sat back on her bed, nearly crushed by the new weight of her belly. She hated being popular. She hated all those kids. She hated the fundraiser. And she hated her big, stuffed belly.

The only thing she looked forward to now was getting rid of all this food.

Unfortunately for poor Stephanie, crapping without digestive acid isn't pleasant.