"Discount Halloween Candy" - An Exclusive Cut

Here's another trip to Yakov's Confectionary where we peak in at several people who were previously fattened in "Early Holiday Treats" and meet a bunch more who get fattened here. It comes out to a little over 2,500 words.

Enjoy!

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They were a truly gorgeous couple with raw sex appeal and a haughty attitude.

He was a strapping and handsome man, who looked to be in his late twenties. He was clearly musclebound, and carried himself in a way that suggested that he worked out regularly but also that he worked out easily. He looked like the kind of man for whom fitness came easy. He was strong. He was charming.

And he knew it.

It was clear by the way he walked that he thought of himself as better than anyone else. His strength made him dominant. His was a commanding presence carried by confidence that came as a direct result of his physical fitness and the way society deemed him to be handsome. Life came easy to him, and so did making fun of others.

She was his perfect compliment with a more petite frame but no less fit and shapely. He carried himself like a king, and she had real spoiled princess vibes. She was buxom and trim in the middle, and the two of them looked exactly like the kind of couple who loved to people watch and make fun of all of those people while doing so.

The discount Halloween candy changed all that.

He began to soften immediately. His precious muscles slacked off, and at first he actually began to look a good deal smaller, certainly weaker as his muscles deflated, melting away and making him look very scrawny. For a few moments he looked like a total wimp who could get knocked over by a strong breeze. But that didn’t last long, mostly because he began to look far too heavy to be knocked about by any wind. However, this was because he body quickly began to fill with fat to replace all of the muscle that he lost.

First his chest began to swell. What were once defined pectoral muscles that he looked like they were chiseled out of grant became sad floppy man boobs, soft squishy bags of pathetic puppy fat that surged outward and sagged down. His bitch tits flopped even as their sheer size still strained the buttons on his shirt. He looked like in the right outfit he could have some very generous cleavage. His big spongy moobs began to rest on a rather portly pot belly.

That belly quickly replaced the incredibly defined six pack that he had dedicated his life to achieving. At first he looked like he had grown a sizable dad bod, but as his gut kept growing, his belly ballooned past the beer belly stage and into a very round spare tire that looked much more like a beach ball. He was looking like a real fat boy with his incredible ball belly and matching bitch tits. To go along with it, he also grew thick love handles, slabs of fat the stuck out and melted downward.

His thighs grew thick as well. Free of any muscle, they were soft squishy tree trunks of cellulite covered lard. His fat thunder thighs shook until they eventually slapped and then pressed together forcing him to widen his stance. The growth of his thighs was matched by the ballooning of his but which surged out behind him. He grew two voluminous ass cheeks that had an incredible amount of bounce and sag. He had developed heavy sacks of fat deposits all over his body that made him look both rather round and rather droopy.

The former jock’s fine face was not spared this same treatment. It also grew round and droopy with jiggling jowls and a doughy double chin that gave the formerly charming man a doughy dopey look. He looked like a weak, naive, pathetic fat boy with his flab threatening to burst out of his outfit. He looked nothing like the striking, confident, strong man who had come into the shop looking for a small indulgence on his cheat day. He looked every bit the kind a helpless, fat loser he had spent his life making fun of, bullying, shoving into lockers, and calling horrible names. He was now the kind of fatty who was going to experience all of the same kinds of little torments he had inflicted on others.

And his partner continued to be his perfect pair.

She had inflated as well, and her petite size meant that she now looked very much like an overfilled beach ball. She was incredibly round as every single part of her ballooned with blubber. She was a great big waddling fat blob of a woman, the kind who would have to stop every few steps just to catch her breath, and when she did her huge bosom put on quite a show as it quivered. Her thighs were thick enough to ensure that all she would be able to do was waddle, and the anchor of her titanic ass cheeks meant that the waddle would be incredibly slow and ponderous if she was able to pull it off at all and not give in to relying on a mobility scooter to get around.

Her big apron of a belly was a sack of fat that hung down to her fat dimpled knees and would take up the majority of her lap if she were sitting down. If she had a mobility scooter, something she would almost certainly end up needing, that big blubbery belly of hers would almost certainly press against the wheel. The only thing about her that kept its princess-like quality was the fact that she would very soon likely need people to serve her to keep up with her basic needs.

The two former hotties continued to eat like hogs until the majority of the Halloween candy was gone, and then Yakov sold them each a large pie (non-enchanted but at a deviously marked up price) for the rode confident that they would be digging in by hand by the time they got to their car. He delighted as he watched the blubber couple waddle out of the store, almost getting stuck in the doorway as they tried to leave together. Even alone they found that they barely fit. He was mostly fine, but with her extra wide hips, she had no choice but turn exit sideways, squeezing her blubbery belly through the door.

It was a delightful start to a busy day.

Of course, many more customers came that day including a cheerleader named Brooke. Brooke was a nasty piece of work, a college coed who loved to party and loved making fun of people even more. She had a weak spot for chocolate but a great confidence in her metabolism, a metabolism that had not betrayed her until she came across Yakov’s magical candy.

Now she was a distinctly chubby cheerleader, showing up to her cheer practice with more candy in hand and a plump belly pushing up her cheer top. 

The other cheerleaders gawked at Brooke with wide eyes as the formerly svelte cheerleader stomped toward them with her new thunder thighs slapping together. She looked ridiculous in the ill fitting cheerleading uniform. Her belly was not just pushing her cheer top up to give her an outrageous muffin top, but that same belly was flopping over the waistband of her cheer skirt (something that was already stretched extra tight by her wider hips) and was bouncing about with each step, slow, plodding steps that sent her entire soft body jiggling.

Her butt had also gotten big enough to lift the back of her skirt and expose the bottoms of her chunky, cellulite covered and underwear eating ass cheeks. The cite of her very visibly chubby caboose made a lot of the cheerleaders double over in laughter. The questions were many and the words unkind.

“Holy shit, Brooke, you blew up?”

“How’d you get like this Blubber Brooke?”

“Yeah. You’re a real butterball now.”

“How have we not noticed you were gaining so much weight?”

“No more top of the pyramid for you. Your big bottom has got you a spot on the bottom at best.”

“We’re going to have to very seriously consider even keeping you on the squad with all this flab hanging out.”

“You’re going to need a whole new uniform at least.”

“Yeah. All this flab flying everywhere is just unseemly.”

“You should be ashamed.”

“You look like a pig.”

Brooke was suddenly very self-conscious about the amount of blubber she had put on and hastily offered up her discounted Halloween candy as a peace offering, one in which many of the cheerleaders took.

And eating that candy would soon have very fattening consequences for all involved. It did not take long for a lot of the cheerleaders who had been saying catty things about Brooke to start watching their tongues thanks to the widening of their own waistlines.

The cheerleaders tried bouncing around with their useful flare, but the extra weight that had gathered around their breasts and bellies added a lot more unpredictability to their bouncing. The flab seemed to move with a mind of its own, popping out of clothing, spilling over waistbands and threatening to burst seams as it flopped about. The chubby cheerleaders still did their best to keep their routine going even as their thighs started slapping together thanks to the new layers of fat that had accumulated there as well. Their chunky thunder thighs were all covered in cellulite and now lacked the former muscle that they were used to.

The fat was slowing them down, that was for sure. The new weight that they were still unused to sent them in odd directions and forced them to stop and awkwardly readjust, and the heaviness of their heftier bodies was also causing them to become winded much much sooner than they were used to. It wasn’t just that they were getting fat, they were also becoming ridiculously out of shape as they transitioned from cheerleaders to couch potatoes.

By the time some of their overtaxed skirts finally gave way, all of the cheerleaders who had eaten the candy were sweaty and exhausted. The majority of the squad, including all of its leadership, had become quite chubby. They were more buxom than ever before, but with those big breasts came bigger bellies and thick thighs that were all fat and no muscle, and as the ones who had lost their skirts took their last bounces while wearing only their underwear, the entire squad looked at each other in panic.

Suddenly the ones that were still slim looked at the chubby leaders like sharks looking at fat juicy seals. Everyone knew that a reckoning was due to come one way or another, and a large amount of shouting, laughing and crying was heard amongst the group until every began to sound completely inaudible and most people stormed off in a huff, resolved to solve this another day and to get some food.

Brooke wasn’t the only one to walk away from Yakov’s Confectionary with a few extra pounds and a few treats for friends. Alana had been an arrogant aspiring model when she walked into the shop. But by the time she left it she was so bloated up by blubber that she was far too lumpy and lacking in confidence to be a model. She left the shop as nothing more than an assistant at the small modeling agency that she and her friends had founded as a way to launch all of their careers.

To call it an agency was being generous. There were three other friends that Alana worked with, (Daisy, a blonde, Iris, a brunette, and Mina, an unnatural red head) and it was really more of a collective trying to create content together than anyone with actual representation. They all saw themselves as up and coming influencers, Tik Tok stars destined to go viral on multiple platforms and then find their way into major modeling contracts from there, and up until Alana’s trip to the candy store, they were doing pretty well for themselves.

When Alana walked in, the other three turned to look at her with disdain.

“Oh look, it’s our piggy production assistant. Brought more snacks for you to pig out on?” asked Daisy. 

“Ah-actually. I ummmm…. I b-brought them t-to sh-share. I th-thought you might all like them,” blustered Alana, practically on the verge of tears.

“Whatever. We can certainly afford the calories, unlike you,” snarked Iris. 

“Cause you’re fat,” added Mina, helpfully. 

They each took a piece of candy. And then another. And another.

Soon the three models were absolutely pigging out on candy, and their bodies showed the changes. Their curves grew progressively more outrageous as the pounds piled on. Their thighs thickened. Their hips widened. Their butts and breasts ballooned. They went from being statuesque and stereotypical models to being rotund, Rubenesque beauties more at home in a Rembrandt painting than a catwalk. 

The trio of models grew big flabby bodies with bulging bellies that slopped into their laps and thunder thighs that slapped together. They had bouncing blubbery butt cheeks and massive quivering breasts. In fact, their breasts and their hips grew so big that they were able to maintain their hourglass figures despite the fact that their bellies also grew as blubbery as they did. They were already what many would consider to be society’s definition of gorgeous, but now they were truly curvy goddesses, plump and delicious and ready for the front pages of glamor magazines and fat fetish websites galore.

And as they ate, that’s exactly what they became, fat fetish models, filled with aggressive body positivity. They still dominated their much more insecure production assistant, but at least they were far nicer about it. They were out to show the world that real women have curves and that all bodies are gorgeous… as soon as they finished their next meal.

Back at the shop, Yakov had seen so much that promised a busy holiday season ahead. There was a pair of beautiful and bitchy twins that ate some candy and became decidedly less identical. One became extremely top heavy while the other’s ass grew to an enormous size. After that, three friends with similar figures came in and left with very different ones. One became an exaggerated hourglass, one an extreme pear and the third a big bloated apple.

There was another very trim and handsome man who oozed arrogance, and by the time he left the only thing that was oozing out of him was a large amount of sweat pouring forth from his outrageously obese body. He had gone from a charming and active playboy to a disgustingly fat and lazy slob sure to repulse anyone he might try to flirt with.

Another very confident woman lost the ability to flirt at all as she became quite chubby and quite mousy all at once. And there was another couple, one short and fat and tall and skinny, and by the time they left thanks to some stretchy taffy and some squat cupcakes, they had completely switched figures and roles in their friendship. It was all so delightfully delicious.

As this was all happening, Yakov’s mind kept spinning about what kind of treats and enchantments he could come up with, and he was very pleased with all that he saw and thought to do. 

Watching the vain get fattened like this was exactly why this was always his favorite time of year.