TEASER - "Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 5

Chapter five of “Model Made to Waddle" is HERE!

If you haven't read Chapters 1-4 yet, you should do so HERE.

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Want to ease yourself in? Here’s the first 1,600 words or so.

Enjoy!

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Ariel woke up with a splitting headache and a rumbling stomach. There was no way around it. She was hungover and hungry.

Her delicate hand plodded along her nightstand as if it was searching for an alarm to smack even though she had never bothered to set one. The only alarm was the hunger in her belly that was begging her to wake up and feed it. Slowly the lithe beauty stirred in her bed as she tried to catch her bearings and adjust to the light that was coming through the crack in her shades.

That crack, that tiny burst of light. It threatened to split her right head right between the eyes, and all she could do was groan helplessly as the rest of her body refused to give up its comfortable position in bed. Instead, she lazily threw one of her many pillows at it, but all that succeeded in doing was parting the curtains further and letting a larger burst of light into the room. That caused her groan to turn into a full on growl, and Ariel practically fell out of bed as she rolled over to escape the light which kept insisting on chasing her until she did indeed end up on the floor and shielded from the sun by her bed.

This moment gave her a bit of a reprieve, and Ariel was able to blink several times and let out a heavy sigh as she begrudgingly greeted the morning by patting around the top drawer of her nightstand looking for her lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

Her hands were still shaky as she struggled against the early morning effects of her wild late night activities, and two different cigarettes fell to the ground before she finally managed to get a third cigarette between her uncharacteristically drool crusted lips.

That first cigarette she puffed on brought a momentary rush of relief and clarity to her day, but that was quickly tossed aside by a rushing wave of bile formed from the alcoholic ghosts of the previous evening that were now threatening to escape. But Ariel was too strong and determined to let that happen. Instead she angrily stamped out her cigarette and sat there for a few minutes of deep breathing and determination, occasionally punctuation by more rumbling coming from her stomach, half the time from hunger and half the time from sickness. 

When Ariel finally felt like she had the waves of nausea under control she slowly managed to push herself up to her feet and staggered over to the nearest of the three full length mirrors she kept in her bedroom, not counting the towering mirror that stood over her dresser and directly across from her bed. Once she stood in front of the mirror she closed her eyes for a long moment and took another deep breath in and opened her eyes as she exhaled now finally ready to face the day ahead. 

That’s when Ariel inspected her body for the first time since her hard partying binge eating session.

Ariel’s body was near perfect, something that would have been the envy of most people, but near perfect was not something that Ariel settled for. She was the kind of person who never liked to have a hair out of place, and her hair- well that was looking like a hornet’s nest. It was swirled up into a frizzy mess, and looking at it only served to intensify the headache she was feeling. This wouldn't do, so she angrily stomped over to her dresser and the massive mirror that waited for her there while pressing her hand to a stitch that she suddenly felt in her side. If she had been paying a bit more attention, Ariel would have also noticed that her hand was touching a bit of bloating that had lingered around after her binging, but she was far too preoccupied with her hair which she angrily began to brush out.

While brushing her hair she noticed that she had left a half empty glass of water atop the dresser having apparently had the wherewithal to attempt to hydrate herself before bed while simultaneously being stupid enough to leave the glass half finished and all the way over here. After letting out a sound that was a combination growl and sigh in both chastisement of her past self and a sense of relief at the precious water before her, Ariel chugged the remainder of the glass, smacked her previously parched lips together, finished brushing her hair out, and then, with renewed vigor, angrily stomped back over to the full length mirror to finish her inspection with the best view of her body.

The rest of her body more or less passed muster as was to be expected. Her feet felt a little sore and swollen from all the dancing, but the rest of her shapely legs were just as shapely as ever. From her delicate ankles and calves up to her long lean thighs which maintained a picture frame of a thigh gap, everything about her legs was pure perfection, and that perfection was followed up by her beautiful butt.

Ariel’s ass was perky as it should be and wonderfully showcased in the thong she had somehow thought to slip into. There wasn’t a hint of dimple to be seen just a luscious pair of cheeks perfectly sized and perfectly toned.

Perfection.

That was the word that kept ringing through her mind as she went through the mental checklist of her fit figure. Her slender arms were perfect. Her bountiful but perky breasts were perfect. Her angelic face was obviously perfect as well. She was the embodiment of peak perfection until-

Ariel’s slender fingers settled on the bloating around her belly. Now without other distractions, she was free to survey the damage that her night of hard partying had left behind. While the sides of her torso were as trim as ever, her belly was bloated enough to stick out slightly behind the waistband of her underwear. It wasn’t a full sized dome like she had seen during her other binge sessions. It was more like a balloon that had just started to be inflated, a baby of a belly but a stubborn bulge nonetheless. She ran her fingers up and down it as if she was smoothing out a crease in a shirt, but it did not go away.

Instead, it seemed to grumble in response.

She poked at the alien bulge. Never before had she seen evidence of her indulgences this long after eating. Ariel tried to think back to how many drinks she had consumed and just how much food she had eaten, but it was all a big blur. Had she really done this to herself? Had she really gone that far? This was her and not just some dream?

Slowly, she brought her hands to rest on her belly in such a way that her rings fingers sat on the underside of the small curve. Then she brought her ring and index fingers together and pinched a small bit of flesh, something she shouldn’t have been able to do.

It made her shudder.

Suddenly, it wasn’t just a small bulge that Ariel felt against her hands. She could feel her stomach swelling before her. And as it grew in size, the fingers that had been pinching flesh were pried apart as new pudge made itself known. Fat oozed between her fingertips as her belly continued to balloon. In an instant, she was just pressing into a small bit of post binge bloating, she was holding onto a full blown pot belly, a sack of turgid fat. Ariel could feel its heft as she held it in her hands, lifted it up and down, rolled the fat between her fingers.

And the fat didn’t end there. 

She blinked and her belly was even bigger. But that wasn’t the only thing. Her thighs were thicker. They were filled with fat and wobbly. Ariel’s ass was sagging thanks to the fat that now filled it, stretched it out, and made it a mess of flab covered in cellulite just like her thunder thighs. 

Every part of Ariel was bigger. Her breasts were slightly bigger but far saggier and hung down toward her bulbous belly. Her beautiful face was fuller, her chubby cheeks now filled with fat that gave her jiggly jowls and a very thick double chin that hung down toward her fatter neck. Even her arms were fatter. They were swollen up with flabby bingo wings, and her hands were chubby. Those fingers that were still rolling the fat of her big blubbery belly around were now thick like sausages. She held them out in front of her in horror which let her big belly flop forward and slap against her thick thighs.

She pinched. She prodded. She slapped and jiggled. Ariel felt every part of her fat body and stumbled around as she tried to get a better sense of just how much flab there was. With each turn she only seemed to get fatter as spinning made her grow like cotton candy on a stick.

Then she blinked and everything was back to normal.

It was a horrible daydream to be sure. A hallucination clearly brought on by the pains of her hangover and something to quickly be dismissed out of hand as a complete impossibility. 

Still… that little bit of bloating was there. She couldn’t deny that.

Her fingers once again gently pressed against the pudgy protrusion, the bit of bloat. And they recoiled when her stomach grumbled in hunger.

Hunger. That was the problem; Ariel realized. She was hungover as hell and clearly hungry. That’s why she was seeing things. That’s why she was in such foul spirits. This bit of bloating would be completely fine. It was just taking a little longer to go away than normal because she had had too much alcohol to drink. What she needed to do now-

Was eat.

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