“Model Made to Waddle” Chapter 3

Here’s the next installment of over 8,000 words as plans start getting made and unwitting Ariel moves closer to her own demise.

Enjoy!

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The party was bumping. Music blared and the floor was filled with hot hard bodied individuals bumping and grinding up against each other. It was a beautiful night full of beautiful people.

And chief among them was Ariel.

Just as she always did, Ariel owned the room. Even dancing amongst all these people, Ariel stood out. Plenty of people stopped what they were doing to admire Ariel’s hot body and watch her every move.

One those watchers was Eleanor, and she watched with a wonderful bit of knowledge inside her. She knew that Ariel was about to go from hottie to fatty, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. She was eager to see every pound piled onto her pretty body. She was thrilled just by the idea of watching that trim waistline of Ariel’s grow inch by inch along with the rest of her slim and sexy body going slack with soft sagging fat.

As Eleanor watched slim and sexy Ariel dance wild and free with her arms above her head, those lithe arms began to shake as they filled with fat. With each move, Ariel’s new flabby bingo flapped about.

Ariel swung her hips, and those hips grew wider. As her hips swayed, her tight bubble butt grew looser. It began to balloon outward and swing wildly. She soon had very chunky cheeks that were straining her dress, causing it to ride up and reveal more of her legs, legs that were rapidly growing as well.

Those previously slender legs were thickening with each step that Ariel took in the dance floor. The fat filled them, and any sign of tone disappeared as her new thunder thighs quivered. Their fat slapped together producing a loud and satisfying smacking sound that was like music to Eleanor’s ears.

Eleanor loved watching the way fat kept filling Ariel’s now flabby legs and working its way down to her calves and ankles and even her feet. She watched as Ariel’s feet swelled and threatened to pop the straps of her shoes.

The previously slim, sexy and graceful Ariel was now a chunky mess, and undeniably chubby chick whose flabby body was jiggling as she wobbled in high heels that now looked very out of place. Ariel’s pudgy body was packed into her dress, bulges everywhere. And she looked like an overstuffed sausage as she continued to dance without noticing what had become of her once thin and now flabby frame.

But other people were certainly starting to notice.

The hot people that Ariel was dancing with, just as gorgeous and vain as she was were starting to notice that their was a chunkster dancing amongst them. As Ariel threw back her hips and began to twerk, her bloated butt cheeks had way too much bounce to them, and they clapped together just like her thunder thighs did. The sound they made and the sight of Ariel dancing as if she was still slender while jiggling like the fat woman she was becoming earned her a lot of snickers.

Snickering went unnoticed by Ariel who kept dancing up a storm, ignoring the tightness of her dress and quivering of her flabby flesh which continued to expand. Eyes kept turning toward tubby Ariel as the fat caused the once lithe lady to lose her rhythm. Her butt cheeks were clapping on the 1 and 3.

Slowly, people started to drift away leaving just Eleanor to watch chubby Ariel gyrate and jiggle. She was really starting to break a sweat as her fat sway. Her dress looked quick to bursting, especially along the sides where her love handles had gotten exceedingly thick and formed too large bulges where the dress stuck to the folds of her flesh. Her thighs were slapping together faster and faster as the space between them grew smaller with each new layer of fat added to her plumper body.

Eventually, chunky Ariel was clearly starting to get winded on the dance floor. Now longer possessing her fit figure, the fatter woman had to slow down to catch her breath which was when Eleanor took her next cue.

“Damn, Ariel. You look tired. After dancing up a storm like that, you must be hungry.”

She led a tired Ariel to a table and had her sit her well cushioned butt down.

“You want food, don’t you?”

Breathless Ariel nodded which made her new double chin wobble.

And that’s when the real eating started.

Eleanor had Ariel start with a plate of buffalo chicken wings. The idea of the formerly glamorous model eating something so messy amused her, and she was not disappointed. Ariel practically inhaled the wings, sucking down one after another and leaving nothing but the bones. Sauce and grease quickly stained her hands, cheeks and chins.

Yes. As she ate her face grew fatter, more bloated looking. Ariel no longer had her model quality face. As she kept eating, it fittingly became much more piggish. She developed jiggly jowls and her double chin became extra doughy. Even her nose started to swell with fat. She was eating her chicken wings so fast that she was beginning to snort like a pig while chewing, something that earned her more laughter and derision from the people who were still watching from off in the shadows. Eleanor laughed as well and watched her eat wing after wing until she was bored enough to switch the food for something new.

That something was a pair of double cheese burgers which were loaded with toppings including barbecue sauce. Ariel double fisted the burgers, frantically taking a bite of one burger and then the other. Grease and barbecue sauce joined the buffalo sauce from the wings in running down her chubby cheeks and getting caught in the crevice between her chins. With each bite that filled her further, Ariel got even fatter.

Ariel’s trim tummy continued to balloon outward. Her slim waist was long gone as her bloated stomach became a full blown blubber belly which surged outward and sagged onto her fat lap and came paired with meaty love handles that started to tear through the sides of her dress. Her muffin top was now too much for her seams and the sides began to split. Slowly, fat began to ooze outward and the seams began to rip further like ziploc bags unzipping. The dress made way for more fat to spill out.

The burgers were as delicious as they were fattening, and Ariel was reduced to moaning and snorting as she gorged herself with them and grew fatter. The burgers got smaller and smaller with each bite and the girth of her gut got bigger and bigger until it was ready to completely burst from her dress.

Once the burgers were done with, it was time for mac and cheese. The ooey gooey mess stuck to Ariel’s chubby cheeks and glooped down onto her chest, which was sagging heavily but not growing nearly as fast as the rest of her fattening body.

The fattening mac and cheese also stuck to her growing thighs which filled further with fat and began to stick together. Her lap was appropriately fat and served as an excellent shelf for her sagging apron of a belly. Her thunder thighs grew to the point that if she was up and out of her seat, she would have to be waddling.

Of course, she wasn’t getting out of her chair anytime soon, not with her next helping coming her way.

This time Eleanor had Ariel working her way through a platter of peel and eat shrimp while stopping every once in a while to take big spoonfuls from a plate piled high with garlic mashed potatoes. Eleanor loved the way Ariel’s doughy double chin wobbled with every shrimp that the once greedily slender model sucked down. And the spoonfuls of mashed potatoes that she was shoveling into her fat mouth were huge. Lots of mashed potatoes and gravy ended up decorating her dress which now hung more like a bib thanks to the fact that her sides had split completely and her belly had grown so large.

The lower roll of Ariel’s segmented double belly rolled completely out from under the remains of her dress. It was saggy useless fat that pooled out over her fat lap which was also growing fatter as she ate. Her thick thighs grew thicker and pushed themselves apart more which left Ariel’s sloshy belly fat to sag between them as best it could.

The shrimp and mashed potatoes were chased with cheesy grits as Eleanor suddenly realized that that would go great with shrimp. It was a perfect pairing that helped Ariel get even pudgier.

The chair beneath Ariel started to grown as she continued to gorge herself and gain more weight. Her ass grew in every direction. With no more dress holding her back, and her panties absolutely blown off (though trapped under her fat) Ariel’s ass was free to widen out further until the sides of her chunky cellulite covered cheeks clearly sagged over the sides of the chair. She was fattening further with each bite, and her ballooning butt also began to push her upward in her seat as it filled with even more blubber. It was like her but was giving her a ride.

Ariel looked ridiculous as her fat kept actively pushing her away from the table which meant her fat arms had to really work to reach over her blubber belly and get to the food that her fat gut so desperately craved. As she reached, her massive pillowy bingo wings wobbled furiously. Her chubby mitts grabbed at the food with her fat sausage fichefs and shoved that food into her fat mouth.

Of course, there was still dessert to go. Cookies and cake crumbled in her fat fists as she shoved them into her mouth. She didn’t care for crumbs and just continued to pig out. She didn’t even care about the taste anymore. Ariel just needed to eat. And the more she ate, the fatter she got. She was already obese, but as she continued to eat she grew into a truly immense blob of fat. She was a sweating, snorting, piggish mess.

And Ariel didn’t even realize what had happened until she had grown so fat that the chair finally gave out and her obese blob of a body landed on the floor with a tremendous thud that made her blubber bounce. Her flabby body quivered for a long time while Eleanor, who Ariel’s fat body now dwarfed, walked over and sunk her hand into Ariel’s soft, squishy, blubbery gut.

“Oink for me, piggy.”

Ariel did as she was told.

“Oink. Oink. Oink.”

As Ariel oink, Eleanor played with her stomach, slapping Ariel’s sagging flesh with both hands, lift it up and down and shaking it over and over again stopping every once in a while to let it go and watch it jiggle on its own before grabbing that gelatinous gut once again.

“You’re a pig now, my pig. And you deserve this. Don’t you?”

“Oink. Oink,” was all Ariel could say.

“You know you do. You were such a vain skinny bitch who loved to make fun of others. You loved to bully fatties. And you loved to stuff your face as a joke. Well, now you can stuff your face all the time. And you will won’t you?”

“Oink. Oink.”

“That’s right. You’re going to eat and get even fatter. You want more food right now, don’t you, Fatso?”

Eleanor grinned as she sinker her hand into a big chocolate cake.

“You want this cake, Piggy? You know what I want to hear.”

Ariel looked up at Eleanor with a look of fear and desire in her wide eyes.

“Oink. Oink.”

Eleanor grabbed Ariel’s blubber belly with one hand and used their other to shove the cake into Ariel’s fat face.

Back in her bed, buried under her cheap sheets, Eleanor had a big smile on her fat face.

She knew it might take a long time, but she was determined to make Ariel as fat as she was in her dream.

Maybe even fatter.

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