CHAD GETS FAT

Chad stuffed his face with fresh ice covered doughnuts, followed after by a hand full of Nachos accompanied with a bottle of Soda. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand focussing his attention to the rest of the junk food on the long table before him. "I love my job." he smiled as he clicked his fingers for his assistant to wheel him towards the table. Even though it was five steps away. He reached out for the packet of potato chips at the far end, unable to reach he clicked his fingers again for help. Once again help was provided. "Chad!" A voice made him jump, he turned his head to see his girlfriend Sonny Monroe.

"Humth Sommyth." He replied, before swallowing. Sonny frowned, "You told me you were gonna cut down the fast food." Chad shrugged, "No need to, it's not like I'm getting fat."

Sonny sighed, "You are, you just haven't noticed. When was the last time you moved out from that wheel chair. And why ARE you in a wheel chair, Chad?" She asked blankly. Chad smiled, revealing his double chin, "I was getting tired, and I saw this lying around empty." Sonny gasped, "My nan was visiting me today, and she lost her chair. She collapsed and - CHAD!"

Chad flinched, "What? I didn't mean to, I'm more important." Sonny stormed off leaving the fat Chad to continue eating. He let out a sigh, noticing how chubby his fingers are. Grady, who got lost somehow walked past, "Hey Chad."

"Get lost, fatty." Chad replied sourly, Grady frowned.

"I AM lost." he studied Chads rapidly fattening body, "Woah, you're big."

Chad twitched, "Excuse me?"

"Well," Grady sighed, "I went to fat camp when I was your size-"

"When? I'm SKINNIER than you? How dare you call me fat!" he hissed, Grady pointed to the mirror, Chad awkwardly got out of his wheel chair and wobbled to the mirror. He was fat. Larger than a bear that swallowed a swarm of cats. That sentence didn't make sense, but it doesn't matter.

Chad began to cry, then immediately stopped. He was Chad Dylan Cooper. He was an celebrity. He was rich. He could get liposuction.

A week later, Chad booked a place at the local surgery clinic. He waited impatiently for his appointment. Finally the doctors walked in, "Are you ready, Mr Cooper?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Chad said cheerily, the doctors smiled falsely.

Chad taken sleeping gas and fell asleep instantly. DUH. He dreamt he was on a stallion, and was racing towards the end of the rainbow. Before he could make it, Zac Efron rode on a dragon and beat him to the rainbow. That made Chad maaaaad.

When he woke up he was peeved off. Then realised he felt physically lighter than before he slept, the lyposuction was over. But there still seemed to have fat on his chest. His eyes adjusted to see a fresh batch of breasts dangling from his chest. The doctors seemed pleased with themselves, having to have succeeded in another boob surgery. They looked through the papers halting at the third page, "Oh dear, you're not Paris Hilton…" Their arrogance evaporated, staring horrified at Chad.

On the other hand, Chad had never been happier.