PATREON EXCLUSIVE: "The Book of Kelly's Belly" - Chapter 1

Here's the first 3,000 word chapter of a Patreon EXCLUSIVE prequel story featuring Kelly from "Model Made to Waddle" back in her prime before she got fat. It's going to be a bit of an interactive story: More information to follow at the end of this post. For now...

Enjoy!

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters featured in this story are 18+)

Kelly was beautiful and she knew it. At nineteen years of age, Kelly was gifted with an amazing body and incredible confidence to go with it. For the last year, she had been picking up modeling gigs on the side, and she was of course the head cheerleader at school. Kelly had a select group of close friends with whom she ran the school as the undisputed queen bee.

Through a combination of birthdate, starting school later, and not being the smartest of the bunch, Kelly was a fair bit older than most of her friends, even though the rest of them were at least 18, but this additional experience along with her gorgeous body and sheer charisma made Kelly the clear leader of the group. Everyone admired her, fawned over her, feared her.

Kelly was a cutting person who suffered no fools, especially fat ones. She hated fatties who she found to be fat and lazy and genetically inferior. Kelly had a rather robust appetite herself and when others ate less and still weighed so much more than her slim and sexy one hundred and ten pound self, Kelly found that exceedingly amusing. She loved to point out the figure flaws of others, even her friends, to keep them in line, and when people were really fat, they were the perfect target for her bullying as a means of entertainment.

And the best time to do this was during the summer on the days where Kelly had little to do but to lounge around in her bikini, gossiping with friends and people watching, keeping an eye out for fatties waddling by who made for the perfect people to poke fun at. 

This chapter in her life takes place right at the start of one of those summers. Freshly nineteen, it was the summer before her senior year of high school. The temperature was high, and Kelly was at her hottest. Set to rule the school once more, a beauty in her prime, Kelly enjoyed sitting out in the sun in her string bikini and looking off, not just at the beach but at the perfect future that lay ahead of her.

How could things go wrong? 

Kelly was aiming to really take advantage of this summer of fun, and she was eager to do so by praying on an easy target right away. Luckily for her, she just so happened to see one of those targets waddling by, her favorite target in fact.

“Hey, Boulder!”

Kelly’s favorite target for bullying, by far, was Roxanne, Roxy for short, or, as Kelly and her cruel mean girl friends were so keen to call her, Boulder. That nickname was admittedly a stretch of pun on Roxy and rocks, but Kelly considered it the most clever thing she had ever come up with- which in fairness was probably technically true. She also decided it was quite fitting given the fact that Roxy’s most prominent feature was the truly large spare tire that she was lugging around in front of her.

In every sense of the word, Roxy was what Kelly would not so fondly call a fatty. She had thick thunder thighs, flabby arms, a big fat blubbery butt, and a pudgy face complete with a doughy double chin. But Roxy’s gut was the thing everybody noticed about her fat body. It stuck out further than any other part of her flabby figure. And while it rolled over the waistband of whatever outfit she was wearing, or caused any dresses she wore to stick to the underside of it and give her the appearance of a vacuum sealed ham, her stomach also didn’t segment into a double belly like many its size would. It stayed as one big round ball of blubber which of course meant that pregnancy rumors were prone to pop up every once in a while. But Kelly always enjoyed popping those with a simple-

“Boulder is too much of a fat loser for anyone to want to touch her.”

Kelly loved snide comments like that. Another one was-

“We’d call you Boulders, but your tits are too small.”

And it was true, Roxy was very unfortunate in the way her breasts were much smaller than the rest of her fat body, especially her blubbery belly. She had two breasts that were soft and saggy, and they rested sadly atop her big shelf of a spare tire. Her gut gave them plenty of room to rest on as it dwarfed them in size.

“Lard Ass. Tiny Tits. Big Belly No Boobs.”

Kelly loved calling attention to Roxy’s proportions, and she was not above physically doing so as well as calling them out from a distance.

On this day, Kelly planned to do just that. 

With were friends flanking her on either side, and a fresh strawberry smoothie in her hands, Kelly sipped and watched as Roxy came waddling down the beach unaware that Kelly and her crew had set up camp midway between where Roxy and her family had settled and the ice cream truck that she was heading to. 

It was a spot Kelly had not chosen randomly. 

Unlike the stylish Kelly, clumsy Roxy was dressed in an uninspiring one piece bathing suit that was clearly meant to hide her stomach as much as possible. Even then, it didn’t do a very good job. Roxy’s bulbous belly still bounced up and down as she waddled, and it stretched out the fabric of the swimsuit as much as it possibly could. Her love handles refused to be contained, and they flung themselves out to the sides and were very clearly visible as they oozed through the sides of the swimsuit. 

Those love handles were what Kelly sought to target as she sauntered over, smoothie still in hand. She swirled it around and took a confident sip, making sure to step right in Roxy’s way before even saying anything.

Roxy, used to this kind of treatment, hung her head and sighed. She shuffled to the side and tried to waddle around Kelly, hoping that Kelly would settle for just some quiet posturing and causing a mild inconvenience, but Kelly had other plans.

At the last moment, Kelly stepped right in front of Roxy’s path and allowed herself to to be hit by Roxy’s big blubbery belly.

She also made sure to strategically tilt her smoothie forward so that, when the two collided, a large amount of smoothie came spurting forward and splattering onto Roxy’s chest and belly. To complete her routine, Kelly then took several exaggerated steps backward, tossed the rest of the smoothie to the side and dramatically fell onto her perfect heart-shaped butt.

Her friends got quite the laugh out of Kelly’s mock seriousness.

“Damn, Boulder. You really need to watch where you’re going. That big blubbery belly of yours really bowled me over.”

Slowly, while elongating her kith figure to show it off as much as possible to her friends and any other would be witnesses, Kelly got up off the sandy ground. She turned around so that Roxy could watch her wipe the sand from her perfectly toned butt and be jealous. 

And Roxy was. 

Kelly’s beautiful butt was tanned and toned and undeniably gorgeous. It was no small wonder that it turned heads whenever she walked by. Kelly’s butt looked good in everything, leggings, jeans, dresses. But it especially looked luscious in her bikini. There wasn’t the slightest imperfection in sight, and with each swat of her hand to remove the sand, Kelly’s butt had just the right amount of movement to it before snapping right back into place. 

In contrast, Roxy’s butt was large and squishy. Her bloated butt cheeks had plenty of size to them- Each one was more than a handful. But they also had lots of sag. When she waddled about, her blubbery butt cheeks bounced up and down and slapped onto the back of her thick thunder thighs, producing the undeniable sound and fat smacking fat. Both her pasty posterior and her chunky thunder thighs were also covered in cellulite and riddled by stretch marks. Roxy’s round rump also exploded out from under the the bottom of her swimsuit which really showcased the size of her sloppy sloshy butt cheeks while also having the unfortunate effect of giving her a constant wedgie. 

But Kelly wasn’t interested in Roxy's butt. She remained much more interested in her love handles, and, now that she was free of her smoothie, Kelly turned back around, sauntered up to Roxy, and pinched both of those juicy love handles. 

“Damn, these things look like they’re getting bigger every day. For a Boulder, you sure are big and soft. You’re like a boulder made out of marshmallow, you big fat squishy pig.”

Roxy tried to pull herself away, but Kelly was too fast, and she easily danced around fat Roxy and gave her a hard spank on the ass that set her butt bouncing.

“Got a lot of broken down junk in that trunk, don’t you, Boulder? You’ve got a real big pig butt, Lard Ass.”

Kelly was past the point of trying to be clever and instead just enjoyed being heavy handed with her bullying. Therefore, her critique of Roxy’s flabby figure devolved into a series of redundantly cruel insults and name calls.

“What’s the matter, Blubber Butt? Don’t have anything to say, Fatso? Is that fat mouth of yours only good for eating? We all know how much you love to stuff your fat face, piggy. Oink. Oink.”

Behind Kelly there was a chorus of laughter as her friends always enjoyed watching Kelly work. They would have joined in with more of their own, but they were feeling rather lazy in the sun and opted to stay on their beach chairs and chuckle while working on their tans.

In front of her, Roxy was red-faced, not just from the fact that her pasty skin made it easy to burn in the sun, but because of the humiliation she was feeling, especially as Kelly reached her hand under her soft belly and began to bounce it up and down.

“Look at all this blubber. I swear. It’s bigger and heavier every time I see you. Such a gut! Such a fat, greedy gut! You HOG!”

Roxy tried to waddle away but she ended up tripping and falling to the sand. Her body jiggled furiously as she landed with a thud.

Kelly just stood there practically doubled over in laughter.

“Wow! Look at you, Fatty! You’re a real beached whale. Maybe we should roll you back into the ocean where you belong, Shamu.”

It took a long time thanks to the size of her belly and butt and the weakness of her flabby arms, but Roxy eventually managed to get herself up. She fell back down a few times, each time compounding Kelly’s cruel laughter, but she finally managed to get up and waddle away back to her family having given up on the idea of getting ice cream as soon as Kelly had purposely bumped into her and spilt strawberry smoothie all over her stomach. This was hard enough to deal with, Roxy could only imagine how merciless Kelly would be if she saw Roxy with ice cream in her chubby hands. She didn’t want to find out. Ice cream wasn’t worth the hassle.

As Roxy waddled away in defeat, Kelly couldn’t resist calling out after her.

“Damn, look at that fat ass bounce! Waddle along, Tubbo! It’s been fun hanging out, Boulder! Try not to let all that bacon fat of yours sizzle in the sun too much! Oink! Oink!”

Kelly loved watching Roxy waddle away. She loved the way her fat ass bounced up and down and slapped on her thick thighs. She loved the way her love handles wobbled with each slow ponderous step. And she especially loved the way Roxy’s thighs slapped and rubbed together making her move slow enough that Kelly had plenty of time to enjoy the show. Those chunky cellulite covered cheeks and thick thunder thighs were delightfully gross.

It was all just so damn amusing.

There was something about making fun of a fat ass like Roxy that made Kelly’s trim tummy rumble with a hunger of its own. With a smile, Kelly turned back to her friends, tossing her long, glossy, beautiful hair over her shoulders.

“I’m up for some ice cream. Who’s coming with?”

Of the four friends that Kelly had surrounded herself with that day, only Marisol responded in the affirmative. Kelly assumed this was because the other three were cowards. It made sense, Kelly had frequently chastised them for their dietary choices, especially if they ended up any softer than her usual standard. One friend, Beverly had already been banished from the group for gaining far too much weight last year. 

Kelly didn’t have room for chubby chicks in her clique, and not everybody possessed a metabolism as gifted as she did. 

Marisol was an excellent second in command. If Kelly was pressed about it, she likely would have said that Marisol was her best friend. But the truth was that Marisol was really her number lieutenant more than anything else. And Marisol was indeed good at that job. She was always willing to do whatever Kelly asked, go anywhere- like to get ice cream- and was always the first one to hype Kelly up or back her up when she was bullying someone else. 

“You really showed, Boulder. It was so funny watching you play with her fat like that. You definitely taught her a lesson,” Marisol said as the two headed to the ice cream truck. 

“Oh yeah, you’ve got to. Fat asses like that need to reminded of where they stand in life.”

“She’s so fat. It’s disgusting,” Marisol eagerly mused. 

“Tell me about it. I’d rather be dead than as fat as that pig.”

“You would never! You’re perfect.”

“Of course I am.”

Yes. Kelly and Marisol got along quite well. 

It helped that Marisol was also really hot but not quite as hot as Kelly. Kelly found that there was just the right amount of softness to Marisol, enough to signal that if she ever stepped out of line and got a little too ambitious that she could be pushed in a porkier direction. 

Kelly let Marisol pick her ice cream first, and watched the slim and sexy Marisol treat herself to a strawberry sundae. For her part, Kelly struggled to decide what to get. She wanted both chocolate and vanilla and couldn’t decide between the two. 

Sure, she could have gotten a chocolate and vanilla swirl. That would have been easy. But it also would have felt cheap. The fact of the matter was that Kelly didn’t want to settle for either. She wanted both. 

And Kelly always got what she wanted. 

So instead of a swirl, Kelly got a big double cone with a serving of chocolate and a serving of vanilla. Then she had both sides dipped in chocolate shell topping and peanuts. Kelly was looking forward to the delectable treat with its combination and smooth and crunchy, salty and sweet. 

Of course a dessert this large and decadent did bring with it a minor problem. Kelly’s choice of ice cream was far too ostentatious to be devoured in front of her other less trusted friends. Even they would have a few choice words to say if Kelly was to pig out like that in their presence. Luckily, that wasn’t much of a problem. The simple solution was that Kelly would just quickly devour the ice cream right then and there. 

Kelly expertly slid her lips over the chocolate soft serve swirl first, gently crunched the chocolate shell with her lips and then sucked a large portion of it into her mouth. A dribble of chocolate ran down the side of her mouth as she chewed on the delicious peanuts and mulled the ice cream over on her tongue. The chocolate cone went down in four big messy bites, and then she moved on to the vanilla cone. The amount of ice cream slowed her down slightly, and it took five big bites to get the vanilla side done. 

After that, Kelly got the full swirl effect. The bit off the bottom of the cone, held it above her head and then expertly guzzled down the rest of the contents before crunching on the coin, eating the whole thing and then wiping away the errant crumbs that had fallen into her bouncing cleavage.

Ice cream was one of Kelly’s guilty pleasures. She loved to guzzle it down and would do so by the gallon if it was socially acceptable. Sometimes, especially on lazy summer nights, Kelly would secret a pint of ice cream into her room and eat the whole thing like a naughty little piglet. It was such a thrill to be bad and then wake up in the morning to absolutely zero consequences because of her fantastic metabolism. It made Kelly feel unstoppable, invincible, perfect in every way.

One burp later, and Kelly realized she had another problem. If she returned to her friends with nothing in hand, they would know that Kelly and Marisol had stayed and greedily ate their ice cream right at the cart. Then they would draw all sorts of conclusions, and that wouldn’t do. Kelly needed some kind of smokescreen. 

To solve this problem, Kelly convinced Marisol that they should both buy vanilla shakes. That way they would have another delicious dessert to enjoy and could just pretend that there was an extra long line for the ice cream truck. Sure, they might end up a little bloated, but Kelly knew they could hide that by doing just a little sucking in or wading into the ocean for a bit. 

Kelly wasn’t worried about any long term consequences. After all, her metabolism was so good, she could eat whatever she wanted without getting fat. 

Life was perfect. 

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