UPDATE and TEASER: Model Made to Waddle

Hello Even More BS Fans,

I just wanted to update you here real quick. Because I am traveling this week, I do not have access to Discord. Therefore, if you’d like to pitch ideas for what you want to see in “Model Made to Waddle” chapter 3 and beyond, please feel free to pitch them in the comments here so I can read them.

Because, while I’m away from my laptop and Discord, I am still writing. That brings us to the teaser portion of this post. Since it would normally be on Discord, I’m dropping it here instead.

Enjoy the first 1,500 and change words of chapter 3 of “Model Made to Waddle”.

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Ariel stood on her hotel balcony and watched the fatties waddle on by.

Her latest hotel room overlooked the water and Ariel was sunbathing on it when she decided to get up and observe the beach that was just across the street. Along the boardwalk, she was disgusted to see the number of people plodding along ruining her view and the pleasant summer day with their out of shape bodies. The sun just seemed to make all people come out to enjoyed it, and as Ariel literally looked down upon them, she scoffed.

“That beach should be a privilege,” she muttered to herself as she shook her head.

There was just so much flesh wobbling down there, so much bare flabby skin that Ariel found to be incredibly unsightly. How could these people be so bold? How could these fatties come out here and embrace their bodies like this? They should be ashamed.

Ariel looked at her reflection in the glass doors that led to her lavish hotel suite. She admired her toned body, twisting and turning to look at her abs and admire her beautiful heart shaped butt. Her entire body was encased in a perfect tan.

“That beach belongs to people like me.”

She lovingly ran her fingers over her trim tummy, ever confident in her perfect appearance.

And then, her stomach rumbled.

Suddenly, she was hungry.

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Elsewhere, Eleanor was finishing up her meal, a plate of buttermilk pancakes with a hash brown and a side of bacon. She was at a much less expensive restaurant than last week since she had to pick up this particular meal on her own dime.

It was a quiet cafe with many frills, but she had managed to score a table outside so that she could enjoy the beautiful sunny weather. Eleanor’s obese body didn’t do very well in the heat, and she was sweating profusely already, but the feeling of the sun itself, that made putting up with some inconveniences worth it. So she was dressed in ta flowing frock that was as loose as her large body would allow, and she had ordered one of her favorite meals. It would have been an entirely pleasant experience if it wasn’t for the dour attitude of her dining companion.

“It’s not fair,” griped Penelope as she simultaneously grabbed at the roll of stubborn fat that made up her paunchy belly and another piece of bacon.

“She can eat like a total pig, I mean just stuff herself, and I so much as look at a piece of cake and I gain five pounds.”

“Okay. We can do without the cliches.”

“It doesn’t have to be cake. It could be like ice cream or cookies or OR potato chips or cake- wait I said cake- but like cheesecake. That’s different.

“Cheesecake is cake.”

“But it’s like… you know different.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. But like not to my waistline. Sweets all stick to me the same, right on my tubby tummy.”

Incense, Penelope got up from the table, leaned forward slightly to allow her stomach fat to spill forward some more, pressed against her own flowing dress. Then she took her hand and placed it on the underside of her stomach so that the fabric of the dress was pulled taut around her pot belly and fully outlined the girth of her small but noticeable gut. Then she began to bounce her fat up and down.

“Look at this. This gut! Look! I used to be pretty.”

For a moment, Eleanor was lost in the sight of the formerly rail thin blonde bouncing her belly up and down. Then she realized what he friend was going to and came to her senses. She reached and out and gently touched Penelope’s hand, realizing that it seemed ever so slightly softer than she had remembered, and guided her back down to her seat.

“You are pretty.”

Penelope took the compliment with a small smile and then pouted again.

“Okay. But like… I used to be hot. I used to be fit. Now, let’s face it Ariel was right. I’m getting kinda tubby. No not getting, I am tubby.”

Tubby may not have been the right word. Penelope was certainly softer. She was definitely doughier than a typical model. But even if she was a fair bit above her fighting weight, Eleanor was hard pressed to honestly call her tubby, at least not yet.

“You’re not tubby.”

“I’m at least a little tubby.”

Eleanor rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god. Shut up and eat.”

Penelope demurred to her friend and manager and took another bite of her bacon before nibbling on some hash brown. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but the food did help calm her anxiety which was also of course part of what got her in this pudgy predicament in the first place.

“This is so good.”

Then she threw the hash brown back down onto her plate.

“See. This is the problem. This is why I’m getting fat.”

“You’re not fat.”

“But I’m chunky.”

Penelope tore off another piece of bacon and spoke while chewing on it.

“And chunky girls are not cute.”

“I’m still getting you plenty of work.”

“Yeah. But like not the same kind. I don’t want to just be modeling for like houseware shit and hygeine products. I should be booking sexy swimsuit stuff like Ariel’s doing today.”

Eleanor didn’t want to point out the obvious, that Penelope wasn’t booking those kinds of gigs because of the bulge in her midsection. She was right. Softer girls were harder to book into the same kinds of gigs that Ariel was getting. And well Eleanor could have pulled some strings and gotten Penelope a shoot, it would have just been embarrassing for a model like Penelope struggling with so recent figure flaw issues. She was protecting her friend. Of course, she was trying to protect her in these moment but not confirming any of Penelope’s negative thoughts.

It was a difficult line to balance on, and given Eleanor’s awkward silence, she was doing a poor job of it.

“Look. I know what you’re going through,” said Eleanor.

This made it Penelope’s turn to try and fail to be nice, as she could not stop her face from reacting to Eleanor’s words as she remembered Eleanor’s past, saw Eleanor’s present, and then imagined her own future, obese like Eleanor. She found herself stuck with two choices: either letting her mouth hang agape with horror or sucking in like she had just bit into a particularly sour lemon.

She ended up settling for something awkwardly in between.

Eleanor immediately noticed and attempted to backtrack.

“Look. I get it. I’m… well yeah. I’ve gotten pretty big over the years. But you’re not me. First off when I was starting out I was even skinnier than you were.”

Penelope cut Eleanor off with a high pitch whine at the thought that she might end up getting even fatter than Eleanor. As she squealed her hands pinched her stomach roll nervously.

This really put Eleanor in a difficult position and she began to subconsciously rub her own blubbery belly. Her act of accidentally mirroring Penelope was a great way to get Penelope to stop playing with her own stomach. Of course, now that Penelope was near anxious tears, Eleanor really had to come up with something quick to say.

“I’m just- I’m trying to tell you that you’re not me. You’re not going to end up like me. You’re… you’re you. And you’re very pretty and talented and can do whatever you want, including losing this weight becuase you’re so strong. And if you didn’t lose weight you would still be pretty and successful and you’d be pretty and successful even if you put on more weight- Not that you will because again you’re certainly not going to be like me- Not- not that that would be a bad thing either. And we should both be confident in our bodies. You know?”

Penelope nodded in agreement but also moved her hand to her face to hide any hints of a double chin that her nodding might flash.

“Yeah, Eleanor. I… thanks. It’s just that… you’re fat.”

“I know.”

“And not just a little fat. You’re very fat.”

“I-“

“Like SUPER fa-“

“I KNOW!”

Penelope, having upset her friend, let her head hang in shame and let her double chin show.

“I’m sorry.”

“I kn… It’s okay. I’m fat and that’s scary to you. I get plenty of grief for it. I understand. I don’t want to be this fat either.”

“This is all Ariel’s fault!” blurted out Penelope in a desperate attempt to get things back on track.

“What?” asked Eleanor in confusion.

“It’s Ariel’s fault. She’s so perfect and vain and… and mean. She made me all self-conscious. She treats you like shit. She’s a bad friend and a bad person. And this is all her fault.”

“Okay but-“

“And we should do something about it!” shouted Penelope.

She was full of a manic excitement now, getting her feelings out about Ariel had unlocked something within her, a strange kind of confidence, and now that she was really feeling herself, and not in the literal sense when she was feeling her fat earlier.

“We absolutely need to do something about it! She needs to be stopped.”

“But how?”

Penelope’s eyes grew wide and wild as her mouth twisted into a smile and looked near foaming.

“We should make her fat!”