"Nightmare Pigs 2" Chapter 2

Here's chapter 2 of "Nightmare Pigs 2" in which a vain cheerleader gets fattened. Just like the early parts of this story, it's a bit tamer than the original "Nightmare Pigs", but after this one I plan on having more slob elements and maybe releasing separate clean cuts for people.

Enjoy!

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“Cheerleaders aren’t supposed to be fat,” barked Monica as she shot her former friend Jolie a glare and then closer like a tiger ready to pounce.

Jolie didn’t stand a chance as Monica’s slender fingers reached toward her. She tried to pull away, but she was stuck like a deer in headlights as Monica’s finger pressed into pudge.

“This is disgusting, Jolie,” she said as she sneered and dug her finger into the small amount of belly fat that was peaking over the waistband of Jolie’s cheer skirt.

To emphasize her point, she snuck her finger under Jolie’s little starter belly and bounced it up and down.

“We were supposed to rule this squad, this school together. And you’ve gone and turned yourself into one of those post-homecoming heifers, Jiggly Jolie.”

Monica slapped Jolie’s belly with the back of her hand.

“Well, I’ve got news for you!” yelled Monica as she spun around to address the rest of the senior members of her cheer squad.

She began to give her speech like she was Patton to the US Army, and she made sure she was standing back in front of Jiggly Jolie when she was done.

“Just because it’s senior year doesn’t mean we’re going to let you cost. This cheer squad isn’t going to tolerate fatties, not while I’m at its head. You wanna get senioritis and let your grades slip, fine. But let your figures slip? Let those lazy pounds pile on? That fat isn’t going to fly.”

Monica pinched a roll of Jolie’s fat and twisted it hard. 

“This FAT doesn’t fly. You’re off the squad, Jolie.”

Several cheerleaders laughed. A few others just stood there in stunned silence too terrified of Monica to do anything. And Jolie? Jolie just started crying. 

This pleased Monica to no end, and it was a moment she would replay in her dream over and over again. 

A dream that was about to turn into a nightmare. 

Monica had always been a spoiled brat. In many ways she had taken after her older sister. She was gorgeous and carried herself with a sense of earned superiority. She saw how her sister hung with the popular girls and trampled all others, and she modeled herself after that. 

She also quite literally modeled part time. As soon as she turned eighteen she started picking up small gigs with an eye toward building a portfolio and hitting it big once she finished college. She was smart enough to know that her beauty would get her extremely far but a degree would maximize her potential. It wasn’t enough for Monica to be beautiful. She wanted to dominate. She wanted to rule the world. 

Of course, Monica also reveled in her beauty. She loved to flaunt her body and was constantly showing off and comparing herself to others favorably. She loved to put others down, especially fat girls who she saw as greedy, lazy, and generally disgusting. The deserved every ounce of humiliation their many pounds had earned them.

That’s why she ruled her cheer squad with such an iron fist. It was her first opportunity to really manage others and she wasn’t going to accept failure from them. Her underlings were a reflection of her, of her skills as a leader. So it was either stay in shape or ship out. There was no tolerance for fatties, not even fatties who were once friends. Fatties were no friends of hers. 

Perfection. That’s what Monica was. That’s what she demanded of others. 

Monica replayed the moment in her head again, her dismissal of Jolie. She watched as Jolie’s soft pot belly bounced up and down with every new sob. She laughed and pushed her aside so she could lead the remaining members of the senior squad through their practice with Jolie forced to just sit there and watch. 

And Scarlet was watching too. 

The Nightmare Witch had been taking it all in, weighing Monica in judgment and finding her lacking which meant she found her worthy of fattening. 

It started while Monica was leading her squad mates through a simple cheer with some basic jumps and kicks. That’s when she heard one of her subordinates called out. 

“Hey, Monica. Looks like you’ve got a little more bounce there than usual.”

“Yeah, you’re looking a little hefty there.”

Then Monica could feel it, movement she had never felt before, the bouncing of her belly. She could feel the way new flesh pushed against the waistband of her skirt. She could feel the tug of her skin as her new belly bounced up and down into counterpoint to her jumping rhythm. Monica started to feel her toned butt cheeks bouncing, getting looser. It felt almost like a pop and then a sudden plop like I tired that had blown and then flopped around as a saggy mess with nothing left to support it. Her once perky butt was now bouncing to its own rhythm, and her jumping lost a lot of its height as her butt grew heavier and weighed her down.

On top of that, Monica felt the distinct sensation, and sound, of her thighs slapping together. Her thigh gap was gone, filled in by fat, and the fat of her now thicker thighs slapped together with a wet sound, the combination of fat and sweat. By the time she finally had to stop, she doubled over, and her hands sank into the flesh of her new thunder thighs.

Behind her there was lots of snickering.

Monica tried to drown it out, tried to start again, but as she went up for another jump, she felt a sudden stitch in her side. She reached to rub it out and found her hands kneading a soft doughy love handle, a small piece of unpleasant and unwanted chub that she couldn’t help but pinch in disbelief.

This couldn’t be happening. Monica was a beauty queen, the head cheerleader. She had to be perfect. This couldn’t be real.

But the continued laughter of her teammates confirmed that it was.

Monica could feel their gazes on her, and she could feel that they had a good deal more of her to gaze at.

“Look at her. Someone’s getting kinda chubby. Don’t you think?”

“I think so. It looks like somebody hasn’t followed her own diet advice.”

“Too many late night desserts perhaps? Maybe someone’s been sneaking snacks.”

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a greedy little piglet here.”

“Cheerleaders aren’t supposed to be fat.”

The hair on the back of Monica’s next stood up and she felt like she was on fire as she tentatively touched her tubbier middle with her hands.

“Yeah. You feel that chubs? You’re getting tubby.”

“Getting fat.”

“L-ladies, I’m f-fine. I’m fine!” cried Monica as she tried desperately to maintain her composure. But it was clear to the sharks that were circling her that she was cracking under the weight of her new body weight.

“Look! Look!”

Monica tried to go back into her routine again but the fat on her thunder thighs weighed her down like sandbags. Her saddlebags flapped uselessly as she tried to dazzle with high kicks that now looked absolutely pathetic. She was already starting to work up a sweat and look sloppier by the moment as her desperation grew along with her waistline.

The waistband of her skirt began to tighten further as Monica continued to try and jump and kick. Her belly, once small, lurched outward in a show flab. She jumped and it burst forth fully over taking the waistband of her skirt and flopping about like a fat fish. She tried to be graceful and exude confidence, but that was difficult as she felt the wind against her bare cellulite covered butt cheeks when her skirt blew up and exposed them. It was a chill that ran up her spine, but still she tried to deny it.

“Lift me. Lift me, damnit! I can still fly!”

Monica set herself for an aerial, but instead her fellow cheerleaders just began to poke at her pudge, pinching at her belly and love handles. Every inch of her was being inspected and as each moment passed there were new inches to inspect.

“Who are you kidding, Tubs?”

“Your gut wants to keep you grounded.”

“You really want to see if pigs can fly?”

“With all this blubber, I’m afraid of what would happen when you came back down to earth.”

“If we could even get you up there in the first place, Fatso.”

Monica felt there hands groping at her flesh. She felt the way their hands massaged the flab of her thunder thighs, sinking into the fat, kneading it.

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere. Piggy.”

Suddenly Jolie was standing in front of her, slim and gorgeous Jolie. She ran her finger across Monica’s chubby cheek and playfully wobbled her double chin. Then she ran her finger across Monica’s exposed blubber belly and circled her deep belly button before reaching down and giving Monica’s butt a hard pinch.

“This fat doesn’t fly.”

Monica was stunned. She staggered backward, pushing the hands away from her and fell onto her fat ass. The extra cushion did nothing to ease the humiliation that she felt as her fat but splashed into the mud. Her uniform was ruined as she rolled over trying to get to her feet which was when-

RIIIIIIIIIIIP!

The skirt ripped off and fell to the ground exposing her completely. The ladies couldn’t resist spanking her blubbery cellulite covered cheeks.

“Look at her wallowing in the mud like a real piggy!”

“Fitting seeing her fat ass on all fours like this.”

“Oink for us, Piggy! Oink!”

Monica tried to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a loud squealing-

“OOOOOOOOIIIIIIINK! OINK! Oink? Oink. Oink! OINK!”

She squealed and she squealed as she felt her fat being squeezed. She squealed until everything around her went black, and when she came to again, she was sitting in the cafeteria almost entirely alone.

Almost.

Scarlet stood in front of her, one the other side of a cafeteria table. And between them were trays and trays of food.

“You’ve been bad, Monica. You’ve been very, very bad. Vain, selfish, mean.”

“I-I… who are you?”

Scarlet tapped her elongated fingernails against the table and let out a soft unnerving chuckle.

“Oh, Monica. You’ve set me up so easily to say something like ‘Your worst nightmare’, but I do so hate hate such things. So instead, I think I’ll just skip right to feeding you.”

She picked up a cold piece of cafeteria pizza and held it toward Monica’s mouth.

“Open wide, piglet.”

Monica tried to fight it, but it was impossible. Like a rusty door, her mouth unhinged slowly, and soon the cold greasy pizza was shoved into it. She felt herself compelled to chew and chew and swallow only to then open her mouth to receive another bite, and another, and another. The food kept coming as Scarlet kept bringing it to her lips and her body kept responding by eating and fattening.

Thighs got thicker. The once trim and toned limbs that had her leaping through the air were now like weighted bags of blubbery fat. She could feel them stretching out, pressing together and then spreading along the cafeteria bench. The bench was so cold at first against her exposed, cellulite covered flesh, but the body heat created by her large amount of blubber soon over took the cold, and she was in fact sweating quite a lot as she ate.

As she ate her trim middle gave way completely. Her small love handles expanded further into meaty slabs of fat. They hung over the waistband of her underwear. (The still messy Monica was not not wearing her broken cheer skirt.) Her gut surged forward and spilled across her fat lap. It reached for the table almost as if it was trying to get to the food directly. She developed a squishy spare tire that covered any hint of her once toned tummy. She now just had a big blubbery gut, a sack of fat that was growing larger with each new bite of food.

And there were many bites of food.

Monica’s ass got bigger. Her cushiony cheeks caused her to rise off the cafeteria bench further as they ballooned with blubber. Her butt was once a perky head turner, and now it was an incredibly flabby posterior plump with fat and wide enough to be prone to knocking things off of tables. Her butt was sure to be an anchor making walks a difficult task. That difficulty would be doubled by the girth of her thunder thighs ( upon which her ass cheeks were doomed to sag and slap against) thus causing her to have a slow an awkward waddle, quite the change for someone used to bounding around with a lot of energy.

From now on Monica’s energy would only be committed to eating. And that’s just what she did. She started to eat on her own, unaided by Scarlet. She scarfed down mashed potatoes smothered in gravy, letting that gravy dribble down her chin and stain her shirt. Monica was becoming quite the messy eater just as Scarlet intended. No more poise, just piggishness.

After the mashed potatoes came the french fries, starch after starch. These fries were dipped in a milkshake that she also found herself glugging down. The milkshake helped chase the greasy cheeseburgers that went with the fries, a series of cheap sliders that went down easy, coating her tongue with grease and adding to the swelling of her body. That body of hers just kept getting fatter, wider, greasier looking. Her skin started to take on a sweaty sheen as she continued to swell.

Some of that swelling went to her breasts. They grew heavier and began to sag, losing their previous pertness. They reached down toward her belly more than they surged outward, and while they made her top quite a bit tighter, they were nothing compared to the gut that had long since turned her cheerleading crop top into little more than a sports bra.

As Monica kept eating she was very aware of the growth her body was going through. She just was powerless to stop herself as she watched her arms reach for more food. As her arms did just that they grew thicker, flabbier. Whatever muscle might have still been there was buried under blubber. She ate buttery biscuits and grew buttery bingo wings. She tore into buffalo chicken tenders and her arms kept getting bigger, flabbier. They shook more and more. Her hands, covered in grease and various sauces, grew chubby as well, and her fingers grew fat and clumsy looking. They were still perfect for stuffing her face with food.

And that face, which had until this point stayed mostly untouched began to fill out with fat. Her cheekbones were buried by chub. She grew jiggly jowls and a much more prominent and doughy double chin. Her face grew round with all the fat that now filled it, and all of that bite jiggled with each bite.

Her entire body jiggled with each bite.

And she just kept eating like a pig.

More and more food went into her mouth until Scarlet was finally satisfied and Monica was able to finish her meal with a massive unladylike burp. Her hands pressed into the sagging blubber of her belly. It was an incredible contradiction to have a belly so taut with food and yet still so squishable, but that was the case thanks to all the layers of soft, pliant fat that now made up her gut. All Monica could do after she realized she couldn’t push the fat back in was sit there and moan and cry like a big fat baby.

“You’re lucky you know,” mused Scarlet as she looked down at her latest victim.

She leaned forward and gave Monica’s massive belly a few taunting and playful pats. 

“You’re young. You can still learn from this, so know that I could have made you much fatter and say thank you.”

Monica looked up at Scarlet. For a moment there was still a bit of pride in her, a bit of fight, but then she burped again and the horrifying thought of somehow being made even fatter hit her like a sack of bricks.

“Th-thank you.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for….”

“For teaching you an important lesson, for making you fat but not as fat as I could have and not as fat as you probably deserve to be.”

Monica sobbed, but she knew what she needed to say. She knew she had to be a good obedient fat girl now.

“Thank you for teaching me an important lesson, for making me fat but not as fat as you could have and not as fat as I probably deserve to be.”

Scarlet pinched one of Monica’s chubby cheeks.

“Good piggy,” she said and then tweaked Monica’s double chin for good measure.

“Now, I didn’t say you won’t get fatter on your own though. You’ve got a fat girl’s appetite so let’s see if you can exhibit that thing you were always telling people to have, self-control. That might be difficult to do if you’re hanging around your sister.”

Monica’s eyes went wide and her face blanched at the realization.

“Oh yeah, I really did a number on her. She’s quite the butterball now. Still not the worst though. Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of visits left, and I’m saving that for them.”

Scarlet gave Monica’s big blubbery belly a squeeze and a good long jiggle. Then she snapped her fingers and the remains of Monica’s cheer outfit was replaced by an overtaxed sweatsuit. The cheerleader who was a model and always prided herself on looking like the height of fashion made to look like a complete fat slob.

“When you wake up, you won’t remember any of this. That’s the good news for you. You’ll think everything is as it always was and this was nothing but a dream. You’ll only remember the truth in your nightmares. Now, enjoy your senior year. I think you’ll find it’s far different than what you imagined it would be.”

And with that, Scarlet disappeared and the school cafeteria was filled with people, people all turning and laughing at Monica.

Scarlet was pleased with her early results of the evening. She was warmed up, and now she was ready to get down and dirty.