"Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 8

Here is this chapter where we get a look at several characters and their thoughts and of course lots of eating. Plans are coming together and a big step is taken toward Ariel's downfall.

This chapter came out to over 9,200 words. And the beginning of Chapter 9 is available right now on Discord for Even More BS members.

But first, there's this chapter, chapter 8, right here.

Enjoy!

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What was it that made Ariel able to eat so much even though she was so thin? Was it a gift? A curse? An unexplained scientific phenomenon? 

Ariel didn’t question her ability to eat. She just knew she was good at it, and up until now her ability to eat an almost inexplicable amount of food at any given time had not interfered with the right curves of her slim and sexy body in any way. 

Science would probably say that she had something in her genetics that gave her the ability to eat on a whim like a professional athlete post competition and burn it off as if she was in the gym for hours afterward. Faith would call that a miracle. 

Most would just call Ariel a lucky bitch. 

But even her vaunted metabolism would eventually have to crack under the constant assault of food and lack of exercise to offset the calories she was cramming herself with. Eventually her genes would have no choice but to give up the ghost and let her turn herself into a big fat pig. 

And Eleanor was counting on that.

That’s why she needed this ladies' night. It had been a whole week of waiting, of worrying that Ariel was going to get ahold of herself and stop her skid into gluttony and obesity. Eleanor needed Ariel to get into a fattening food habit, not a diet. Her deal with Ava de la Winter had been the start of a major gambit, and now she needed to make sure it would pay off. So how would she do it?

With a trip to the grocery store of course.

It didn’t take much to convince Ariel to host ladies’ night at her place. She enjoyed showing off the place, and after a long day of shooting it would be a nice place to relax. Plus, Eleanor had just pulled off a big deal for her, so if a quieter night was the thing she wanted as a reward, it was easy for Ariel to throw her that bone.

So with that in mind, Eleanor and Penelope wandered the aisles of the grocery store trying to decide what kind of food they would get to stuff Ariel with. But it was during this trip down the aisles that Penelope finally had enough and shared something that had been eating at her. It was a thought that had been broiling inside through the mostly silent round of drinks they briefly shared after the photoshoot. 

“You embarrassed me.”

She had stopped so suddenly, that Eleanor almost sent the cart into a display when she turned to look back at Penelope.

“What?”

The photoshoot kept playing in Penelope’s head, Ariel dressed up as a sexy goddess of vanity with Penelope reduced to her pudgy servant as the camera kept clicking.

“You- like- you made me get up there and stand next to Ariel in tiny rags looking like this.”

Penelope grabbed her pudgy belly for emphasis and gave it a shake.

Eleanor almost chuckled, but she knew that would be rude and kept a straight face.

“Penelope, I know-”

“I know you know! That’s, like, the problem. You know how self-conscious I am about all the weight I’ve gained, that I’m not- like- as hot as I used to be, and you still made me go up there and pose for pictures. Pictures! There are now pictures of me with my fat gut hanging out, and my thunder thighs on display- and- and even worse there are some of me on all four serving Ariel with my belly hanging down toward the floor.”

Eleanor tried to put a comforting hand on Penelope’s shoulder.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Well, yeah. Like, I know I’m not as fat as you.”

And then Eleanor stopped being comforting. Her eyes grew cold, and her finger snaked down Penelope’s chubby side (almost tickling) until she gently tapped Penelope’s tubby tummy.

“You did sign up to be a model, sweetheart.”

Penelope’s hands gently touched her pudgy pot belly as if Eleanor’s touch had deeply wounded it and now it was sore. Her fingers traced the underside of the roll of fat that was currently spilling over the waistband of her pants and threatening to pop off the button. As she mulled over what Eleanor had just said, she couldn’t help but be reminded of how stubborn she was this morning to insist on squeezing herself into these pants as if they still fit. Her vanity was stopping her from getting the larger size she so desperately needed. As she fingered her fat and looked down and her spongy stomach, a double chin formed on her face, unbeknownst to Penelope but very visible to Eleanor. That went away when Penelope finally found what she was going to say and tiled her head back upward to look her friend and manager in the eyes.

“Yea-yeah. I like- I know, okay? I like totally get that. But, I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d be able to get me some work modeling some cute tops, something flatter. Or even some shapewear. I could- like- bite the bullet and model some tummy tucking stuff, like a girdle or something- Sure. Maybe I’d even be good for like a one piece bathing suit with a tummy control panel. Or, hell, I’d do hand modeling if need be. I think my hands are still pretty cute. Or feet stuff. Damnit- like… I’d even do feet stuff if I had to. Who cares? It’s not like anyone would see my face. Let a bunch of weirdos jerk it to my feet if they want. My feet are still plenty hot. We can get someone to take picture of my feet and then…”

Eleanor wasn’t listening. That was partially because sometimes when Penelope got like this Eleanor found that the best course of action was to ride things out and just tune Penelope out until she finished. But the other part of Eleanor, a much larger part, was focusing in on what Penny said about feet pics, not because she had any plans to get Penelope that kind of work but because the idea of lining up some fetish work- Not for pudgy Penny but for the eventually enormous Ariel was an incredibly enticing idea.

It was easy to imagine while standing in the grocery store, a fetish shoot with Ariel dressed only in her underwear and shoving a cart full of junk food while wheezing down the aisles. She could picture Ariel leaning against a snack display, eating cereal directly out of the box and then chugging milk straight from a carton, letting the white creamy milk flow down her chins, splash all over her heaving chest and pour down the canyon of her cleavage until it ran across the great blubbery expanse of her big fat belly. Eleanor saw her munching away like a mindless piggy just stopping every once in a while to scratch the sweaty underside of her blubbery belly or to let out a tremendously unladylike burp before going right back to stuffing her fat face.

She could see Ariel, desperate for money, too fat for regular modeling, with too little skills to get a job she would like and too much vanity to end up working in fast food, giving in and being a fetish model, eating cake off the grocery store floor for money and views. She imagined Ariel, slim and sexy Ariel now bloated beyond measure, hundreds of pounds heavier, snorting- no- oinking like a pig while rooting around in the cake, her body covered in chocolate and milk and making her long like a tremendous hog. In Eleanor’s mind, Ariel was wearing a tiny ill-fitting pink bra and panties set, the perfect underwear for a pig like this future version of Ariel.

Ariel looked up at the camera, hunger, humiliation, and desperation all swirling around in her eyes as she crawled toward the camera, with her big blubbery belly bouncing, slapping against the wet grocery store floor, smearing the remains of the chocolate cake. Behind her, her titanic, cellulite covered ass cheeks were eating her underwear and clapping together along with her tremendous tree trunk-like thunder thighs. She looked at the camera, too weak to walk away from this life like she could have, too greedy for the money that came with pigging out for the camera.

And then she oinked. And oink. And oinked.

More than even the incredible weight gain, the obesity, was the idea that Ariel would choose this, would willingly submit herself to submission and humiliation just to try to keep some kind of attention on her, and Eleanor realized that, as far-fetched as it sounded, it wasn’t entirely unrealistic. Ariel was exactly the kind of attention craving person who’d be likely to choose humiliating fetish work that kept her in the spotlight rather than a life of poor obese obscurity. And it was that moment that Eleanor realized how she could keep her own career going while ruining Ariel’s. It wasn’t about pushing Ariel from a fit and sexy model straight into unemployment. It was about getting her to take a career pivot, from fit model in a bikini, to a fat fetish model in that same damn beginning just looking like a beached whale with her blubber hanging out and a crew of people laughing at her for profit.

She was going to turn Ariel from a slim and sexy model into a cash cow.

Right when she had that thought was also right when Penelope finished talking. Or, it would probably be better said that Penelope had stopped talking several moments earlier, and this was the moment that Penelope had finally grown frustrated with Eleanor- or even more frustrated than she already was.

“Are you, like, even listening to me?”

Eleanor shook the dreams out of her head, and her multitude of chins wobbled. Then she took her chubby hand and pat it on Penelope’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m listening. I get it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I put you in that position. I know you’re self-conscious about the weight you’ve gained, and I made you put that on display and that was wrong of me. And I’ll make sure I’ll look for ways to get you more work that you like. We’ll get creative if we have to.”

Then, Eleanor dug her chubby fingers into Penelope’s shoulder.

“But think about the future. Maybe you lose some weight, maybe you don’t- even if you don’t we can always position you toward plus-sized modeling.”

“Plus-sized?” Penelope gulped as her softer face went flush.

“Yeah. You’re so cute and-”

“I- I don’t want to be plus-sized,” Penelope demurred as she nervously rolled her tummy’s fat roll between her fingers without even realizing what she was doing.

“Right. Right. I get that. Whatever. Forget I said anything. The point is, just imagine the future when Ariel is standing there and she’s bigger than you; she’s fat; she’s huge. Picture her big fat ass squeezed into that bikini with her big blubbery belly hanging out and sagging over the waistband, and then imagine how good you will look next to her in those photos and how humiliated she’ll feel. You’ll be the star, and she’ll be the big fat loser.”

Penelope began to nod, slowly at first and then much mor eexcitedly.

“Yes. Yessss. That, oh like that sound soooo nice.”

“Exactly. Now picture Ariel's fat ass, and let’s get some more stuff for our girls’ night. We have work to do, right?”

The two locked eyes, back on the same team.

“Right.”

And then they turned around and went down the aisles picking out the food they were going to use to make Ariel fat. They were thinking longterm, not just things for tonight but things they could leave as leftovers for Ariel to keep munching on for at least the next week (or maybe ideally just the week because that would mean Ariel was eating all the junk food even faster.) They got a box of cupcakes, a full sized cake, bags of chips in a variety of flavors, big bags of candy as if this was going to be a Halloween party in the middle of summer. They specifically got all of the things they needed to make some fully loaded nachos, including bacon. And booze, they brought plenty of booze. Specifically, they got tequila and the sweetest, most calorie heavy margarita mix that they could find.

They left with a cart loaded with fattening foods and beverages ready to spend the night pushing Ariel further into piggishness. 

Once they were back in the car and Eleanor was driving with her big blubbery belly threatening to push against the steering wheel, Penelope took out her phone and did what she so often did these days. 

She took a stroll down memory lane and looked at photos of herself from has late as just a few months ago when she was, according to her, slimmer, sexier, and definitely far more confident.

It was like a ritual of shame, looking at how fit she was and comparing herself to how fat she was getting. It was something that always brought butterflies to her tubby tummy. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a compulsion.

So she opened up her pictures.

And she scrolled with one hand on her phone and one on her belly.

And her mouth hung open at what she saw. 

Penelope couldn’t help but admire how hot she used to be. 

She admired every curve of her body, especially the way the faint outline of her abs was visible. She missed being able to run her slender fingers across her flat stomach and feel the ridges made by her muscles. Now all she felt was the bulges of her blubber. Squeezing her belly was a nervous habit, and the more her belly grew the more nervous she got about her weight gain.

Penelope played with the roll of stomach fat that was threatening to roll onto her lap as she looked at another round of pictures. This time she took special note of her thighs. Her thighs were always so long and slender. They probably made her look more like a stereotypical model than anything else. They were made for strutting on the runway.

Now, Penelope was too embarrassed to even think about walking on a runway. Unless she was wearing something like jeans to keep her thighs in place, they now had so much jiggle that she could feel them slapping together when she walked. And getting into designer jeans these days made her feel like she was squeezing her legs into sausage casings. It was not easy, so more often than not she went with something loose and just put up with her chubby thighs slapping about. Every slap of fat with each step felt like a clock was ticking down to the days when they would just rub together and force her to waddle. 

Every day, it seemed, the gap between who she was in the past and present grew as she gained in girth, and the gap between her thighs grew smaller and smaller as the width of her waistline grew wider, and the circumference of her chunky cellulite covered thighs followed suit.

Of course, looking at her thighs also meant that Penelope couldn’t help but think about and then look at her butt. She used to have a great ass, perfect even. And while most of her pictures were front facing, she still had a few that she took just to show it off. There were some with her tight butt in designer pants that hugged it so perfectly. They lifted her butt up even though her toned ass needed no assistance. She was so perky back then.

Penelope winced at the thought. It hurt to realize that she was thinking about back then as if it was years instead of just a matter of months.

Still, she made herself look at her ass. She needed to be reminded of how perfect it was. And it was glorious in its heyday. Even in dresses her full peach was perky and stood out as the fabric draped across it perfectly.

Now, even while sitting in Eleanor’s car, Penelope could feel how much softer her once perfect bubble butt had gotten, how much it spread out across the street. Her butt had developed a sad sag to it, something that had seemingly gotten worse even in just the last few days. Her butt was fuller but looser, and, just like her thighs, it had cellulite on it now, something that hadn’t plagued her until recently. She had been so proud of how smooth her skin was, but that was no longer the case. And she missed it. The cellulite was just another thing that added to her self-consciousness these days, another thing she wasn’t used to dealing with.

To get her mind off her butt, Penelope looked at her breasts. But that just made her sad because her breasts were one of the few parts of her that didn’t really feel any bigger. Any time she really tried to focus on her breasts, she couldn’t help but think about her belly instead. Then there were the other parts of her body, her arms which were now just slightly softer, and her face which still, at least to her eye, seemed to be basically untouched.

Penelope was thankful for that.

She ended her ritual with her usual viewing of a very familiar picture. This one was from a few short years ago, her and Ariel together with Eleanor.

“Damn,” thought Penelope. She looked particularly good in this picture, super hot, almost as hot as Ariel.

And then she looked at Eleanor.

This wasn’t the obese Eleanor of today, the fat blob of a woman whose blubbery belly was threatening to get in the way of properly driving her car. This was an Eleanor that was far from thin, but exactly fat. If anything, Eleanor was just a bit heavier than Penelope was now.

Penelope looked over at Eleanor and felt a lump in her throat which she fought to swallow.

Could that really end up being her future?

Penelope shook her head and turned back to the picture. She focused on Ariel, focused on the idea of fattening her up, and making Ariel even fatter than Eleanor and used that to distract her from her own fears of becoming the largest of the three.

Was Penelope vain in her heyday? Maybe. There was definitely a bit of vanity that Penelope was clinging onto even now, but thinking about that wouldn’t do. As she thought about all of the food that she’d just gotten to stuff Ariel with, as she thought about all their plans to fatten Ariel up, Penelope needed to keep telling herself that she was a better person than Ariel, that she was always the better person. 

She ignored her history of rude comments, of judgmental stares, of soft snickering. She certainly ignored her memories of all the jokes about Eleanor that she shared with Ariel as Eleanor let herself go and grew bigger and bigger. 

Penelope’s grip on her belly tightened as it got tied up in knots thinking about her past.

She put her phone away and did her best to just look forward and focus on the road. It wasn’t the time to be thinking about herself or even about Eleanor. She just wanted to think about ladies night and about fattening Ariel.

That thought always made her feel better.

Meanwhile, Kelly couldn’t help but notice the car still heading in the same direction as she was.

Kelly had seen them first in the store, but she hadn’t said anything. Sure, she knew Eleanor somewhat since she was Ariel’s manager. But she barely had any real contact with Penelope, other than the unfortunate photoshoot moment that they had just shared together. She was still feeling crazy self-conscious about that incident and wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk to anyone.

More so than that though, Kelly was curious. She knew that Eleanor and Penelope would both be at ladies night later. And she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of their cart.

What were they up to?

And as she snuck up a little closer, something that normally wouldn’t have been easy given her size but was easy because of how distracted Eleanor and Penelope were, she got quite a bit of their conversation, and what she heard made her smile even broader.

They were of the exact same mindset as her, determined to fatten Ariel up. It made her own stomach flip with joy. She had to fight the urge to moan right there in the middle of the bakery aisle. Her mind was starting to race. Should she tell them her truth? Would they be able to conspire together?

But Kelly decided to be patient, to just watch and let them go about their plan while she focused on hers.

Creamy chicken alfredo lasagna, that’s what she was going to make for tonight, with an aim to have plenty made to ensure leftovers to keep Ariel eating the fattening dish for a couple of days. More than just that, she also planned on making some deliciously fattening cheesy garlic bread and some sauteed asparagus that she planned to play off as being the healthy element while really drowning it in oil and butter.

That would get her through the night, maybe the next two or three. But long term? She would have to come up with some way to broach the subject to Eleanor and Penelope. If she was really going to fatten Ariel to a series size, she would need their help, and they would need hers. 

As Kelly checked out with the cashier, her mind, no longer able to distract itself with building on her fattening plan, thought back to earlier that day, the photoshoot and the humiliating rags she had agreed to wear so she could serve the goddess Ariel while her own fat was on full display. 

Back before Kelly had gotten fat, on the few occasions she had gotten to model, Kelly had always loved it. It was a thrill to show off her body, to feel admired, appreciated, even listed after. It fuels her sense of superiority. But this shoot, even though she had agreed to it, was so humiliating. 

She could feel the stares as her fat body jiggled. She could hear the snickers, especially the ones from Ariel. Kelly hated the way her big fat belly wobbled as she was made to crawl at Ariel’s feet. And she was afraid of just how much her gut sagged toward the floor. It was far too close for her liking. 

Far too close. 

The cashier’s annoyed voice woke Kelly from her daydream, and she quickly paid for her food and waddled off toward her car. With her fattening tools now in her chubby hands, Kelly’s heart picked up, and not just from the exertion it took her big fat body to carry all the heavy ingredients across the hot parking lot to her car. She was fluttering with the possibilities of the evening and with the knowledge that she might have just found herself two allies in her fight to fatten Ariel.

At her house, Ariel eagerly awaited her guests. Today was yet another day of triumph for her, another feather in a cap already full of them. She giggled to herself as she mixed herself a celebratory martini. Was the getting started a bit early? Perhaps. But she had earned it after all. And as she smoked her cigarette and took an enjoyable sip of her drink she thought once again about how blessed she was, and after making a rather artsy smoke ring, she looked herself in the mirror, gave herself a wink, and blew her beautiful reflection a kiss.

She didn’t notice the miniscule fold of flesh that briefly appeared under her chin as she pulled back her head in a churlish smile. She just kicked up her feet in victory and was completely oblivious to the small amount of movement in her thighs that was never there before. When she leaned forward to freshen up her drink, Ariel didn’t notice the way her stomach started to fold ever so slightly.

These were the beginning signs of trouble, but she was too wrapped up in herself to notice them.

Sure, part of her had the briefest bit of concern about whether or not she should be careful with what she ate. Part of her warned her to be good. But as she eased into her second drink and her third cigarette, that part of her grew quieter and quieter.

The cigarettes should have suppressed her appetite, but the alcohol had wet her whistle, and her excitement at the day had made her peckish. She started picking at a handful of grapes, something that reminded her of her goddess photoshoot, and that made her purr with delight. After that she helped herself to some nibbles of cheese, first cheddar then a bit of good cheese which she spread across a couple of toast points. It was a delightful reward.

Yes, Ariel knew she had already eaten a huge amount of food today. But, even though a fair bit of bloating was still clinging to her stomach even after her two hours nap, in her mind, that nap made it like she was experiencing a whole new day. And on this day she was exceptionally ready to party.

And partying meant eating.

Lots of eating.

When Eleanor and Penelope finally arrived, Ariel, already a fair bit in her cups, threw her arms open wide and around Eleanor- or at least as far around Eleanor’s obese body as she could. Ariel had basically jumped at Ariel and landed, almost dancer-like, in such a way that she was on the tops of her feet and stretched out, draped down toward the floor and hanging from Eleanor where her arms had anchored themselves, in some fat folds just below Eleanor’s armpits. Her face was briefly buried between Eleanor’s pillowy breasts. 

“So soft,” she murmured. 

“So big and soft.”

Eleanor staggered back, and Ariel herself to gracefully fall toward the floor as if she was an article of clothing that Eleanor was attempting to step out of and away from. As they continued their unintentional dance, Ariel’s face slid cheek first across Eleanor’s big blubbery stomach. 

Once she reached the floor, Ariel propped herself back up onto her knees and gave Eleanor another hug, this time with most of her upper body pressed into the fat of Eleanor’s apron of a belly. She practically kissed it. 

Then she did. 

“You are my favorite great big melting marshmallow of a manager!”

Eleanor had to admit that the sight of Ariel down on her knees like this felt very good. 

Another kiss and then Ariel sprung to her feet. Still in a rather affectionate mood, Ariel kissed Eleanor European style on both cheeks before turning her attention to Penelope. 

“And you.”

Ariel ran over and gave Penelope a big hug of her own. 

Penelope could feel Ariel really purposefully pressing into her fat. 

A kiss kiss later, and Ariel was possessively holding Penelope by the back of her head. Her fingers tangled in Penelope’s hair, and Ariel’s eyes pierced Penelope’s own, and for a moment Penelope worried that Ariel was onto her, that all of their plans were known or were about to be pulled right from her head. Then she saw the comforting glaze of alcohol in Ariel’s eyes and watched Ariel smile once again. 

“And you- you, you you,” Ariel muttered. 

“You’re such a good friend. Such a good sport. God, I loooooove you.”

And for a moment, Penelope felt bad about what she had done and was about to do. There was just that charm of drunken sincerity in Ariel’s voice, her way of saying something that had Penelope stringing along for years. 

Then-

“Come here, squishy!”

Another hug, tighter, longer, more probing. 

“You were such a good little fatty for me today,” laughed Ariel before finally letting go and giving Penelope a condescending pat on the belly. 

“Now let’s get you fed. I’m sure you’re hungry, and I’m hungry tooooo.”

As Ariel drunkenly danced off toward the kitchen, Penelope watched her go with gritted teeth. She pat her own belly once again just to remind herself of how much bigger Ariel’s was going to be at the end of the night from all the food she was going to be sure to fill it with. 

Being good friends, and wanting to fatten Ariel responsibly. Eleanor and Penelope insisted that Ariel have a big glass of water and then get some more food in her right away. They settled on some more bread which the buttered and broiled some cheese on top of to give her some carbs to absorb the alcohol and some calories to get their night properly started. 

It was a fine line that they were trying to walk, to keep Ariel just inebriated enough to not realize how much she was eating, while making sure they didn’t get her bombed to the point of illness which would ruin the whole thing. The decision they had come to was to simply let Ariel make all her own choices regarding alcohol, and make sure she had more food or water as needed to keep things balanced. They realized they didn’t need to force anything on Ariel. It was easiest to let her be irresponsible completely by choice, and more habit forming too.

The cheap cheesy bread was an excellent choice. And after that they all partook a bit in a bag of candy, enjoying the guilty pleasure of some snack sized candy bars. Ariel, of course, made a show of eating two or three more than either Eleanor or Penelope did which was a good sign for things to come. 

Penelope made a point of mentioning how jealous she was of Ariel’s figure and how much candy she could eat and still be thin, and then she had to hide a smile when that made Ariel pop two more pieces into her mouth.  

After that, it was time to “take the edge of” with a little something extra. Eleanor had gotten some edible gummies, and the trio each took one. They might all end up having a bit of the munchies that evening, but Eleanor and Penelope were willing to risk that for themselves to keep Ariel on the right track. 

And that right track went right into a bag of chips that Ariel tore into without prompting. She didn’t care about the crumbs that she was leaving behind either or whether or not those crumbs landed on the table, in her cleavage or elsewhere. While Ariel was snacking on potato chips, Eleanor announced the next phase of the plan. 

“Ladies, get ready because we’ve got everything we need for some margaritas and nachos!”

Penelope and Ariel cheersed and did a tequila shot at Ariel’s suggestion. 

“Wooo!” They both shouted at the same time. 

That was the moment the doorbell rang. 

“Are we expecting someone else?” asked Eleanor as she quickly did some math in terms of the food situation and more importantly if her plans to feed and fatten Ariel could withstand contact with an unknown element tonight.

“Oh, that’s Kelly.”

“Your assistant?” asked Penelope as looked for the blender, eager to get her margarita station started.

“Yeah. Yeah. I figured I’d be nice and throw her a bone.”

“You? Nice?” asked Eleanor with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. Go figure. Besides, she’s making us dinner first so we can just relaaaaxxxx.”

Ariel opened the door to Kelly standing there with her arms full of groceries. 

“Thanks. My key is in my purse and…” Kelly gestured to the bags as her way of finishing that sentence. 

“Whatever. Get inside and get cooking. Remember. No partying with us till you feed us. Get that dinner going. Chop chop.”

Kelly sighed and waddled into the house and over to the kitchen.

That’s when she ran into Eleanor. Fortunately for them, this wasn’t literal as the two fat women colliding could have potentially ended in disaster with their big bellies bouncing off of each other and then sending their blubbery bodies crashing to the floor where they would flail around like fat turtles struggling to get up as Ariel laughed at them. Instead, the two just met eyes to eyes.

“You’re making dinner?” asked Eleanor as an awkward way of opening conversation mostly because she was unsure of what this would mean for her own plans.

“Y-yeah,” responded Kelly tentatively realizing that she was now stuck between her own plan and whatever Eleanor was up to.

Knowing a bit more about Eleanor’s plan than Eleanor knew about hers, Kelly at least felt good about putting her meal idea forward.

“I was going to make creamy chicken alfredo lasagna.”

At just the name of the proposed meal, Eleanor’s internal calorie counter went spinning so hard it almost made her dizzy.

“Oh. We were thinking of some loaded nachos.”

Kelly felt her stomach flutter again.

Then Ariel came sauntering over and threw her arms around the two fat girls.

“Por que no los dos; am I right?”

And both Eleanor and Kelly suddenly felt like they needed to sit down as their fat knees wobbled.

“Sure, if that’s okay with Kelly,” said Eleanor as she tried to catch her breath.

“Of course. I can put the nachos in the broiler and get them out first,” added Kelly as she fought through a moan.

Ariel clapped her hands like a princess calling on her servants. 

“Great. Now let’s get those margaritas happening!”

“I thought you’d never ask!” shouted Penelope as she hit the blender. 

From that moment on, Eleanor became less interested in watching Ariel and much more interested in watching Kelly. She watched as Kelly lovingly loaded up a bed of tortilla chips with toppings. Plenty of people would have left it as a couple spoonful of beans some tomatoes and cheese, etc. but there was something about the way Kelly made the dish, the way she seemed to contemplate the exact placement of chips to ensure the best bed for ingredients possible to the way she put things on top the create maximum coverage- and include maximum calories. 

That’s when Eleanor knew. 

She was working with an artist. 

And with a potential co-conspirator. 

While Kelly was putting together the Alfredo sauce for dinner, Eleanor decided to test the waters with some conversation. 

“Interesting choice for lasagna.”

Kelly just smiled from the corner of her mouth as she labeled her sauce over a layer of lasagna. 

“Personal taste. I like it more than marinara. It’s pretty flavorful.”

“Pretty fattening too,” said Eleanor with a heavy wink in her tone. 

“Yeah. I guess it is a bit of a calorie bomb. Probably something like fifteen hundred calories a slice.”

“That’s a calorie nuke.”

Kelly paused for just a moment before shrugging her chubby shoulders and laying out another layer of lasagna noodles. 

“I guess I better be careful then if I want to keep this girlish figure,” she said with a laugh as she slapped her belly. 

Eleanor grabbed her own much bigger belly by both hands and gave it a shake in solidarity. 

“Sake. I think it’s probably time I went on a diet.”

Kelly picked up her ladle full of Alfredo sauce and raised it toward Eleanor like a champagne flute. 

“I might just have to limit myself to one small slice.”

Eleanor grabbed the bag of full fat shredded mozzarella cheese and held it open toward Kelly. 

 “That might leave us with a lot of leftovers, wouldn’t it?”

Kelly took a hefty handful of cheese from the bag and, while looking at Eleanor, sprinkled it atop the lasagna. 

“I’m sure Ariel would take care of it.”

Eleanor’s hand gripped the kitchen counter tightly as she smiled. 

“I’m sure she would.”

Eleanor pushed her heavy body away from the counter and waddled closer to Kelly, she got close enough to whisper to her, as close as their two big blubbery bellies would allow.

“I think we’re on the same page.”

“I think we are.”

“And perhaps we should find the time to talk more about this thing of ours.”

“Perhaps we should…” responded Kelly as she waited for that inevitable sound of her timing signaling the nachos being done. 

Ding. 

“Now we better get these nachos to Ariel. I’m sure she’s hungry,” she said with a wink and a wry smile. 

“I’m sure she is,” Eleanor replied as she received the nachos with a pair of oven mitts and a smile in return. 

They let the nachos cool for a bit, just long enough to make sure Ariel wouldn’t burn the roof of her mouth and swear off eating for the rest of the night. But not long after that point, Ariel and Penelope were called from the living room where they were drinking and laughing to the kitchen for some eating. 

Ariel convinced Penelope to have another edible with her, and then the two dug into the nachos. 

While Ariel certainly attacked the platter with more ferocity than Penelope, Penelope, now also under the appetite enhancing effects of the alcohol and THC also tucked in a bit harder than what was planned. The two soon had chili and cheese dripping down their chins and salsa staining their cheeks. But that didn’t stop them. This was a party after all, and ladies’ night, a night for not giving a shit about how you looked while you ate. 

So they ate. 

And ate. 

And ate. 

While all four of them indulged in food and drink galore, Ariel made sure to keep herself in the lead. She would side eye the other ladies, and whenever they started to slow down at all, she made a show of picking up speed and eating even more, proud of her ability to outdo them and fueled by ego, and alcohol as well as the deliciousness of the food.

It was a trap that the other ladies were more than happy to help Ariel keep falling into.

Eleanor saw the way that Penelope was tearing into the nachos and, rather than hold her friend back a bit, she decided to lean into this moment and whisper in Ariel’s ear. 

“Wow. Looks like Penelope might actually out eat you tonight, not that she can afford to.”

Ariel’s eyes lit up at the challenge, and her rate of stuffing her face with fully loaded nachos doubled, as did the amount of sour cream she was splattering on her chest. Occasionally, Ariel would stop to clean herself up, but the more she ate the less she cared about the mess. 

The only real sustained pause in her eating came when Ariel realized her drink was empty and she insisted on another margarita. 

Penelope was happy to oblige her, and Ariel was happy to eat more while she waited for her drink. She practically played with a particular large scoop of the nachos, two chips loaded with toppings and cheese that was dripping from the edges. Her teeth crunch into the chips and sucked the sour cream and cheese toward the back of her mouth. 

With her mouth threatening to be over full, Ariel chewed slowly, methodically, savoring every bit of the nachos that she had crammed into her mouth, the salty chips, the sour cream, the sweet avocado and the tang of the tomatoes. She felt the meaty cheese dance on her tongue and all of it eventually made its way down her throat and into her stomach, a stomach that had been stretched by her earlier feasting, and one that was far from satisfied. 

Another drink came, and eventually so did dinner. 

The creamy chicken Alfredo lasagna smelt heavenly. And all four ladies, each at varying points of inebriation, couldn’t help but stand back and admire just how beautiful it looked coming out of the oven with its top beautiful golden and crisp. 

“I think it’s only fair that our wonderfully generous host get the first slice!” shouted Kelly as she cut out a massive, double sized slice for Ariel who took a little bow as she graciously accepted her meal. 

Everyone could see the hunger in Ariel’s eyes. 

“But wait! There’s more!”

Ariel wanted to dig in right away, the siren call of the lasagna had sparked a new craving in her, but as she watched Kelly reach for a pot, she knew that a little bit of delayed gratification would be worth it. 

That moment, right when Ariel almost gave in, that’s when Kelly spooned on a little of the extra sauce she had made and then sprinkled on parmesan cheese, some freshly cracked black pepper and a bit of chopped basil for color and extra flavor. 

“Now it’s ready.”

Those were all the words that Ariel needed to dig in. Her fork tore the lasagna apart, and she devoured it quickly. It was like somewhere in the back of her mind she knew how heavy the dish was and therefore the only way to overcome that and eat as much as possible was to eat it as quickly as possible. The burn going down felt so good. Everything about the lasagna was delicious, the incredible sauce with all the cheese and even the chicken. The chicken was moist, juicy, and easy to eat. 

So Ariel ate a lot of it.

Before the other ladies had finished their own much smaller first slices, Ariel was on to her second. She wanted it so bad. She needed it. It was a craving that she was more than willing to give into. This is who she was now, the kind of woman who just enjoyed eating voraciously. Sure, there was a part of her that was fueled by the competition aspect, by the thrill of showing off and eating more than anyone else. And yes, some of her hunger was aided by the intoxicants she had sort out and willingly imbibed in as was her desire. But all these things just added to her truth, that she loved to eat, and she was going to keep eating just because the act of eating was something she enjoyed doing. The fact that the food was so delicious and readily available thanks to her assistant was just a plus.

Eleanor watched Ariel grab her second slice and smirked. She knew that Ariel was destined to get fatter, even if they stopped doing what they were doing to aid things along, Ariel wanted food and she was going to develop her own bad habits. Left completely to her own devices, Ariel would undoubtedly end up a fatty. It just might take five to ten years. So… Eleanor was more than willing to give things the push they needed to speed the inevitable process up and enjoy the results that much quicker.

“Try some red pepper, Ariel. It goes great with the lasagna.”

She was correct about that. It did add an additional pop of flavor, but, more than just that, the intensity of the red pepper flakes also cut through the creaminess of the alfredo sauce and helped defeat the sense of saminess which allowed Ariel to eat even more.

And eat is what she did, another plate, another drink, another edible. Ariel was a perfect specimen of hedonism all by her own hand. She chose to keep going, and everyone else just sat back and enjoyed the ride. While Ariel stuffed herself in  the dining room, it gave the other three ladies the chance to convene in the kitchen within line of sight but out of earshot of Ariel.

It was there and then that Eleanor decided to do away with any kind of discretion with Kelly.

“Tell me what you want.”

“What you really really want,” Penelope giggled as she swirled her solo cup and splashed a bit of margarita onto the floor.

She stumbled backward and slammed one of her love handles against the counter which caused her blubbery belly to jiggle. Pudgy Penelope should have felt some pain, but she was too busy laughing at her own reference, practically snorting like a pig as she took another sip of her margarita.

Kelly noticed none of this. The moment Eleanor had asked her what she wanted, her eyes had become laser focused and she was gazing at the crossfaded Ariel who had made herself a plate of nachos and lasagna and was shoving alternating handfuls of it into her mouth past her sauce stained lips. She looked every bit like a pig eating slop.

“What do I want? I want to fatten that bitch up. I want to feed her until she’s so stuffed she can’t move, and I want to do that over and over and over again until she’s a helpless blob of fat. I want to ruin her career and turn her into a fat greedy little pig who can’t stop eating. I want to break her in such a way that food is something she craves constantly. I want to see her become an emotional overeater, a junk food junkie, an absolute addict who can’t help herself. I want her so fat and hungry that she knows how badly she shouldn’t eat food but she can’t possibly help it. I want slim and sexy Ariel to turn into the kind of big fat greedy glutton who is always begging for more.”

Kelly’s hands dug into the fat of her stomach. She gave it a hard squeeze as she kept looking over at Ariel.

“I want her to know what it’s like to have one of these, but bigger. I want her carrying around a big blubbery sack of fat that slaps onto her tree trunk thunder thighs when she walks- no- waddles about. And those thighs, those thick cellulite covered thighs, I want to hear them rubbing together when she waddles. I want them to be so fucking fat that they threaten to start fires. And I want her to have a big bloated dump truck ass too. I want all that perkiness to disappear- buried under blubber. I want it to slump and slosh around as loose slabs of sloppy squishy fat.”

Suddenly it was like the steam ran out of Kelly and she began to sag, leaning heavily onto the table which caused her plush belly to push against the edge. Her voice grew low and solemn.

“Really, I just need her to know what it’s like to be fat AND humiliated. I want to see her made fun of, hear her gossiped about. I want her to know what it’s like to be treated like she’s treated me and worse. She deserves it so much, to be miserable, to be fat and miserable.”

Kelly was practically hyperventilating, but she managed to calm herself thanks to Eleanor putting a fat comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Alright then. I’m glad we’re all on the same page.”

Kelly nodded as she caught her breath.

“I… I’ve never said any of that out loud to anyone else before.”

“We’re happy to be your therapists,” chuckled Penelope.

Eleanor just smiled.

“It feels good. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

Penelope stumbled forward and gave Kelly a great big drunken hug.

“And it’s gonna feel so much better when like really fatten that bitch up.”

“We’re going to make her so fat,” giggled Kelly gleefully, and then she went and poured herself a well earned margarita.

But Eleanor, not one to rest on her laurels, went for the chocolate cake.

“Yes we are. Welcome to the team, Kelly.”

Then she picked up the cake and headed toward the dining room.

“Oh, Ariel. I hope you’ve still got some room. It’s time for dessert!”

Dessert came with a White Russian first. Was it the best idea to mix vodka and tequila in the same night? Probably not? But it was decided that a White Russian would be a good dessert drink and push Ariel to the point where she might be a little fuzzy on memories of some good natured teasing. 

“You’ve really eaten a lot,” said Eleanor as she hand fed Ariel another forkful. 

“Mmmmhmmm,” moaned Ariel, eager for more. 

“Wow. I sure wish I could eat like you.”

Ariel giggled to herself as she happily accepted another forkful of deliciously moist chocolate cake.

“Bufmph you camf…. Cause you’re already so big and fat…. And you’d just get fatter.”

“But you?” teased Eleanor as she gently danced her fingers across Ariel’s bloated belly. 

“I can eat whatever I want and stay slim and sexy,” squealed Ariel in a sing-songy voice. 

“That’s right,” Eleanor mused as she continued to tease Ariel’s belly.

“You get to eat whatever you want, you greedy thing, and stay slim and sexy.”

“Never fat.”

“Never fat,” replied Eleanor as she ran her finger under the swollen curve of Ariel’s bloated belly. 

“Would you like some more, my little piglet?”

Ariel didn’t even register the nickname. At the sound of the word more, she just opened her mouth and started excitedly bobbing her head. 

Eleanor was all too happy to oblige. Another big forkful of cake found its way into Ariel’s eage and greedy mouth. 

“Hey! I want my turn. Stop having all the fun,” demanded Kelly though her tone conveyed a shared joviality with Eleanor. 

“Of course. Be my guest,” demurred Eleanor. 

Kelly took up another forkful of cake and flew it around like it was an airplane. 

“Would piggy like more cake?”

“More cake! More cake!” 

Ariel bounced up and down as she called out her continuing demand.

And so the envelope kept getting pushed once it was clear that Ariel’s mind was too focused on the cake itself to comprehend that she was openly being called a piggy. 

“That’s right. More cake, Miss Invincible Piggy. More cake to stuff your greedy face with. You get to do whatever you want. You get to eat whatever you want. You’ll never get fat. Nothing bad could ever happen to you.”

The sarcasm from Kelly’s words dripped almost as much as the chocolate sauce that stained Ariel’s shirt. And none of it went noticed by the bloated model. 

“Never fat. I’m invincible. More cake!”

“That’s what you want?”

“I want more cake! Feed me more cake!”

“Alright, piglet. If you want more cake, I’ll feed you more cake.”

“More cake! More cake!” whined Ariel until Kelly shut her up by giving in to her demands (an easy task) and stuffing another piece of cake into her mouth. 

This time Kelly had dispensed with the fork completely, just took a big handful of cake and shoved the whole thing into Ariel’s wide open mouth. 

Like a greedy pig, Ariel ate it all and immediately opened her mouth for more. 

And more was what she got. 

More cake and even a glass of whole milk to wash it down with. Ariel just took it all, always eager for more. She was beyond willing. She ate like it was her greatest desire. 

Everyone was sure she wouldn’t like the results though. 

Ariel ate like a pig, like a woman who was already obese, and as Eleanor and Kelly took turns feeding her, cooing at her, calling her names and rubbing her belly, they knew that Ariel was well on her way to fatness. They could sense that they were getting close to pushing her over the edge into bad habits that she would never turn away from. Bite after bite got her closer and closer to pound after pound and the point where there would be no turning back, just back fat. 

Penelope watched all of this and knew this as well, but she was too busy eating her own cake, which she served herself with a side of vanilla ice cream and a very large mudslide, to take a turn hand feeding Ariel. She didn’t worry too much about that though. 

She knew she would have plenty of chances to feed the future fatty. 

“Do you still want cake, piggy?” asked Eleanor. 

“Always,” whispered Ariel. 

Then she groaned and Eleanor took sight of her immensely round, bloated belly. Her stomach was stretched taut with all the food she had consumed. 

“You sure? You look pretty full.”

“I’m… fine,” groaned Ariel. 

“You don’t look fine,” said Kelly. 

“You look fat,” chuckled Penelope to herself. 

Eleanor leaned down close. 

“Would you like a belly rub?”

Ariel sighed. She was really enjoying being served like the queen she was. 

“Yeah. Belly rub. Belly rub and more cake.”

Eleanor and Kelly teamed up to give Ariel exactly what she wanted. Their hands shared the bloated expanse of Ariel’s stomach. Their fingers stretched her skin and kneaded her muscles. 

Eventually, Ariel let out a very loud and unladylike burp followed by a series of smaller ones, and when she was done her mouthing open like a panting dog as she eagerly awaited more cake. 

“More cake now. Feed me more cake,” she said and clapped her hands in a display of mocking dominance. 

She had no idea how much of the joke was on her. 

“This cake is so good,” moaned Ariel as Eleanor hand fed her another moist chocolatey piece. Her cheeks were puffed up and absolutely covered in chocolate.

Sometimes, Eleanor would daintily wipe Ariel’s chin just because she found it funny, but lately she had stopped so she didn’t waste any time and just focused on feeding her more cake.

“I’m sure it is. This is good cake, and you’ve been such a good piggy.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sooooo good.”

Eleanor held up another piece of cake and held it close to Ariel’s lips only to pull it away as soon as Ariel went to bite into it.

“Such a good piggy, and if you want to keep eating this yummy cake, how bout to keep being a good piggy and oink for us.”

Ariel wanted the cake so badly that she didn’t even realize what she was doing. She just opened her mouth and let a low, guttural

“oink.”

It was basically a whisper.

“Is that the best you’ve got? I thought you were better than that. Come on,” teased Eleanor with one chocolate covered hand pressed on Ariel’s bloated belly and the other holding the cake near Ariel’s chocolate covered face.

Ariel just looked at her, looked at the cake, then back to Eleanor and-

“Oink. Oink.”

She oinked like a good piggy and was rewarded with another piece of cake.

As she chewed on it, the realization of what she had done to earn that cake was already slipping out of Ariel’s mind. It was just the sweetness that she was worried about, the sweetness and the contentment that she felt from eating so much delicious food. This was the life, luxury and indulgence, exactly what she deserved.

The oinking made the other ladies positively giddy, but they did everything they could to suppress that glee and not risk giving away their game completely. After all, this was just the start of things. It was their biggest step yet toward an inevitable slide into obesity for Ariel, and they knew-

There would be a lot more oinking to come.

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