"Early Holiday Treats"

Here is the start of what I consider a spiritual successor to my "Katrina's Costume Closet" stories. Set in the same universe and featuring characters from other stories I have posted (who knows which surprise guests will show up... feel free to make suggestions) this is the first of what will be a series of holiday transformation tales. It's patreon exclusive sequel should be posted tomorrow and will be called "Discount Halloween Candy" for now....

Enjoy!

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The cheerleader thought she had earned herself a sweet little treat. But you know what they say, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. One one little piece of half off Halloween candy was about to have a potent effect and turn the pretty college coed from preppy to portly.

It started with the sweet little tingle on the tongue as the chocolate confection slipped between her lips, and then in a moment that outside non-magical observers would mistake for an allergic reaction, her face began to swell. Her high cheekbones disappeared as she grew chubby chipmunk chicks that rounded out her face, a face that as part of getting fatter grew an extra chin with a delightfully doughy quality. 

From there the tingle spread to her thickening neck and then outward, rounding out her shoulder with fat and making her arms pleasantly plump with blubbering bingo wings and chubby hands with sausage fingers. Her breasts became swollen overripe melons which began to sag quite heavily as the fat filled. They drooped downward toward her blossoming belly.

That belly bloomed with buttery fat. Her abs melted away and in their place was a surging mass of turgid spongy flesh. She quickly developed a rather sizeable potbelly that would have gotten her confused for pregnant if it wasn’t so obviously soft and squeezable. If she had the inclination, she could press her chubby hand against her new belly fat and it would sink in like she was pressing into bread dough. She could easily pinch and play with at least an inch of flesh, rolling the fat between her tubby fingers.

Her thighs got tubby too. Those trim limbs were quick to thicken, turning into two thick thunder thighs. She no longer looked like the kind of lithe cheerleader with the spring in her step needed for academic maneuvers like flips and even just basic jumps. With her big wobbling thighs, it was clear that any kind of jumping now would lead to embarrassingly small results and a lot of loud clapping of her thunder thighs as the fat flesh slapped together. She wasn’t quite at the level of needing to waddle, but anyone looking at the current state of her flabby thighs would assume that waddling was definitely something she was in for in her future.

That future was also destined to involve an extremely fat ass as her current transformation was signaling. Her beautifully perky butt cheeks ballooned as she chewed on the piece of candy. It was like watching two pieces of bubblegum being blown up. She quickly developed very chunky cheeks, and while they grew outward, it wasn’t long before the amount of fat quickly outpaced the amount of diminishing muscle, and those prize glutes of hers began to sag, looking weak and flabby but still quite wide. All in all she had a rather large but deflated looking bubble butt, cushiony cheeks made of soft fat that sagged sadly onto the back of her chunky thunder thighs.

And to all of this she seemed blissfully unaware. She was far too busy enjoying the taste of the delectable treat to notice that anything was the matter.

What would her chubby future hold?

It was easy to imagine the now tubby cheerleader getting herself into quite a bit of trouble.

With a cheerleading outfit so clearly overtaxed as hers now was, she would likely end up ripping it in humiliating fashion, leaving her chunky cheeks completely exposed for all those watching to laugh at. With her arrogance and obliviousness, she probably wouldn’t even assume such a catastrophe could happen to her until it was too late. She would be jumping about, blubber bouncing and then suddenly-

SNAP!

The skirt would go and the laughter would start. Even after she was down jumping, everyone would still see her chubby cellulite covered cheeks still jiggling.

She was destined for a future of passive aggressive comments and behind the back snickers, all things she was familiar with dealing out and would now experience from the other side. Her former friends would soon be calling her all sorts of unfortunate new names like “Piglet” and “Tubbo”, maybe even “Butterball”. She would find flirting with people far more difficult with her options for suitors much more limited.

Her chubby body and everyone’s reactions to it would probably cause her confidence to shatter. Thanks to her own long held prejudices against fat people, she wasn’t prepared to be carrying some extra weight herself. She was therefore unlikely to suddenly fall in line with popular body positivity trends. She would almost certainly spiral into self-loathing. The pressure of the pudge would, ironically, push her into comfort eating which would just cause more pounds to pile on, no magic needed.

Yes, the once fit and arrogant cheerleader now seemed destined for one of two paths, either a lifetime of yo-yo dieting, or a straight ride down the slippery slope into obesity.

For his part, Yakov was pleased as he looked the now bloated beauty up and down. He was happy to have left his latest customer so satisfied and so pleasingly plump. As she took a few more pieces of candy to share with her cheerleader friends, Yakov enjoyed watching her walk away with far more bounce to her step than she had when she sauntered in originally.

As the cheerleader was leaving the store she bumped into the very wide Mathilde who took up most of the doorway as she entered it.

“Watch where you’re going fat ass!” exclaimed the cheerleader.

Mathilde didn’t say anything. She just smirked and drank in what she could recognize as the cheerleader’s recently expanded figure. Then her eyes followed the woman out of the store and into the mall proper where she could see onlookers giving her stares and turning to snicker about her portly figure and ill fitting outfit. Mathilde didn’t need to say anything because she knew that the cheerleader was already in for a whole lifetime of mean spirited comments being aimed right back at her.

Eventually, Mathilde turned around and turned her attention back to the man she had come here to see.

“Good afternoon, Yakov.”

Yakov adding a new tray of treats to a shelf when he heard the voice of Mathilde coming from behind him.

“How’s my favorite little cousin doing?”

His eyes went wide when he turned around and caught sight of Mathilde’s new double belly which was struggling to stay contained by the black shirt she was wearing.

“Oh, not so little anymore, I see.”

“Yeah…”

Mathilde began to play with her belly a bit, kneading the fat and shaking it to emphasize its new largess to her cousin.

“I was wondering if you could do anything about that? I don’t mind being big… in fact… you know my… proclivities, but this is a bit much.”

Yakov shook his head and smiled.

“No can do, my favorite more than chubby cousin. The only way to lose the weight is the old fashioned way..”

“Oh… like working out and stuff?”

“Yup. In order to mass produce the enchantment, it has to be a little weaker, so nothing permanently holding the weight on, but undoing magic with magic can be taxing and messy, so you’ll just have to make due.”

“But all I have to do is diet and exercise?”

“Yup.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“Then too bad.”

Suddenly, the bells to the door rang signaling the entrance of another customer.

“I have something I want to show you. Stick around, and I’ll show you after this.”

The next customer was a brunette with short cut hair, dressed in a power suit that was gut in a way to showcase the trim nature of her waist. As she entered, her high heels clicked against the floor, she was a business woman, and the way she sniffed the air made it clear that she was here looking for a deal. 

She headed straight for the discounted Halloween candy.

“Hello Miss, how can I help you?” asked Yakov.

“I know what I want.”

“Certainly, I see you’ve got an eye for the Halloween candy we have on special. But can I perhaps also interest you in another sweet treat, I just made a batch of miniature pumpkin pies. Perfect fall flavors.”

“This is my one indulgence. The candy is on sale. That’s what I’ll be having.”

“I’m happy to give you a sample of pie for-”

“No. No extra calories. One quick treat, nice and cheap, and then I’m out. This is my one yearly indulgence. I don’t want to turn into a fat slob.”

The brunette gave a side eye glance to Mathilde and her bulging blubbery belly.

“Like that.”

“Suit yourself,” shrugged Yakov.

And then the brunette turned back toward the Halloween candy and selected a large candy bar filled with caramel. She turned to pay for it, but Yakov stopped her.

“Why don’t you give it a taste first? I’d hate for you to leave here unsatisfied.”

The all-business brunette looked at the bar in her hand and gave Yakov a long stare, but the knowledge that she could potentially eat this bar and save even more money by then not paying for it was too much of a draw, so she quickly unwrapped it and took a bite.

As soon as she bit into the piece of candy, she felt a rumbling in her stomach, but she ignored it as the first wave of delight hit her tongue. She indulged in taking another bite of the candy bar and keeping it behind her teeth and then pulling the caramel for as far as she could, watching it gleefully before catching the falling strands by wrapping them around the candy bar and then shoving as much as she could into her mouth.

She had a real knack for getting the entire candy bar into her mouth without choking, and soon the sweet delight was entirely gone, and as her reward for her efficiency, she gained a brand new double chin. As the magic of that candy bar slid down her throat just like the candy bar itself, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body culminating in another, much strong rumbling in her stomach. 

More. She needed more. There was a contained full of loose pieces meant to be scooped into a bag, but she tossed the scooper aside and dove in with her hands like a rabid animal, taking handle after handful and stuffing them directly into her mouth. Several pieces pinged off the floor and rolled under various tables as she ate. But she didn’t care there was more in the container, and so she kept working her way through it, handful after handful, barely registering any flavor, just focused on the quantity that she could get into her mouth. 

Her hands, now stained with melting chocolate, became quite chubby with greedy sausage fingers that kept picking at the bowl of chocolate candies even as it began to run low. Her arms grew chubby as well with well marbled fat that turned her biceps into bingo wings. Her breasts plumped up, giving her a good deal more cleavage for loose pieces of candy to fall into, especially after her quivering bosom burst the top two buttons on her blouse. 

She grew a softer stomach as well, a pudgy paunch that did away with the button of her suit jacket. The jacket made her look rather silly now with the way her arms now looked like over-stuffed sausages in them and especially with the way her plump pot belly pushed outward and her new love handles forced the sides to ride up. Her buttery belly fat was peeking out between the gaps in her blouse buttons, and threatening to slip out from under the bottom of her blouse. 

Thighs that were once toned grew thicker as well, and her new saddlebags stretched the sides of her skirt. Fat slapped against fat. That skirt was stretched from behind by her growing ass, two bouncing butt cheeks that grew quite blubbery. Her ass grew both straight out like a shelf and also widened from side to side. It was a big booty bountiful with fat that started to sag down onto her fatter thighs. Both her chunky cheeks and her thunder thighs became coated in a layer or cellulite, and her legs thickened all the way down to her feet. 

As her chubby chocolate covered hands scrapped the bottom of the candy container, the now fat brunette looked around, sniffing the air with her eyes wild. She needed more, and that’s when she smelt it.

The pumpkin pie. 

Yalov smiled as he handed her the slice, and she didn’t even bother with a fork. She took the entire mini pie and started to cram it into her fat face. As she scarfed down the pie, she barely took the time to breathe, and her ragged breathes sounded more like the snorts of a greedy pig. It took only two tries to stuff her cheeks full and get every last bit of the delicious pumpkin pie down her throat and headed toward her stomach.

That stomach grew larger as did the rest of her. The only thing that didn’t grow to match her softer, fattening body, was the clothes that she was wearing. A few more buttons popped, seams strained. Even her high heels started to feel tighter as her feet got fatter. Her belly forced more of itself out from under her shirt which now rode up quite comically. The lowest part of her blubbery belly grew some new stretch marks that were very prominent. She looked like a fat woman who somehow hadn’t realized that she had gotten fat.

And as she finished the pie and let out a satisfied and rather unladylike burp, her mind began to right itself, and her chubby cheeks went flush with embarrassment. The woman who was once trim and in control was now under the impression that she had been indulging far too much too often. Having lost control of her appetite, she was under the magical impression that she was only just now realizing how fat she had gotten as her clothes began to burst more and more. She was here at the mall for one last indulgence and now had to desperately waddle off to the plus-sized store to buy some big girl clothes. She told herself that she would only need some fat pants for a little while, but thanks to the way she had just finished stuffing herself there was a nagging anxiety that she told her that those fat pants were much more likely to be retired in favor of even bigger ones.

Reluctantly, and with chocolate still staining her chubby cheeks and crumbs long lost in her cleavage, the bloated brunette paid what she owed and began to waddle out the door.

Mathilde bit her lower lip as she watched the blubbery brunette’s big butt bounce up and down and her squishy cellulite covered thunder thighs slap and rub together as she waddled away in a business suit that was bursting at the seams and seemed close to just exploding off of her before she could even reach the plus-size clothing store for some fresh new fat girl clothes.

“Is she going to be able to lose weight?” she asked her cousin.

“Oh no. I always throw a little something extra into the pies.”

“Now what was it you wanted to show me?”

“Oh yes. Come outside.”

Yakov led Mathilde outside and with a few quick incantations finished his enchantment and the entire front of the store changed from being cobwebs, pumpkins and other Halloween accoutrement to being gingerbread men, candy canes and Christmas trees. The signage itself, once written in very straight forward block letter became a much more swirly script that went from reading as “Yakov’s Confectionary” to “Yakov’s Christmas Confections.”

“Ugggh. Yakov,” groaned Mathilde.

“You too? Halloween just ended.”

“Hey, you can keep your goth aesthetic all year round, but I must keep moving on.”

“It’s not even Thanksgiving.”

“Mathilde, my powers to alter reality are limited. No magic is as powerful as the crushing flow of capitalism. I merely do as the market commands.”

“Christmas Confections though? You couldn’t at least say holiday?”

“I like the alliteration.”

“Okay, but- pardon me- the name Yakov doesn’t exactly scream ‘celebrates Christmas’ now does it?”

“Well, now you’re just being nitpicky.”

From the corner of his eye, Yakov noticed another potential customer walking toward the store and used this opportunity to end this awkward exchange with his cousin and usher her back inside.

The woman who soon came strutting in behind them was clearly a model and she carried herself with a sense of extreme arrogance.

“It’s too early for Christmas,” she said curtly.

“I don’t just have Christmas. Perhaps I can interest you in a chocolate Thanksgiving Turkey?”

Yakov picked the hollowed out chocolate Turkey up from the counter with both hands and shot both his cousin Mathilde and the model a look.

“And we also have some discounted Halloween chocolate that may be of interest. Why don’t you try a piece of butterscotch on the house?”

Just a little piece of butterscotch.

That’s all it took to set her off. From there it became a made desire for more. As the taste buds on her tongue crackled with life, she snatched the chocolate Turkey from Yakov’s hands and unceremoniously bit off its head. Several splinters of chocolate fell to the floor, and she almost immediately gained a new shade of lipstick thanks to the chocolate that was starting to ring her mouth.

But she didn’t care. She only cared about snapping more pieces of that chocolate turkey off and letting the sweet taste coat the back of her throat. And as she did so the predictable results began to occur. As the chocolate reached her belly, that belly began to blossom. What was once tight and trim began to soften and bow outfit. Her sides expanded into rich creamy love handles, and her slim stomach blew up into a buttery belly. Her breasts grew bigger as well. They surged forward, straining her top and then started to clearly sag downward until they rested on her rising belly. Her breasts were like soft sagging pillows now and matched the billowing nature of the rest of her torso.

Her arms soon joined in on the fattening fun as they began to soften as well losing any tone they may have once possessed. And as those arms began to grow slack, her shoulders started to slump. While she certainly wasn't getting any smaller, she did seem smaller in a way. As her body expanded it was as if one could see her ego shrink. The blubber piled on and her muscles deflated, and so did the arrogance that had gone with her fit figure.

The thighs were the next to thicken along with her butt which began a wide spongy rump. Both her thighs and her ass grew saggy with fat, and her new flab quickly became dimpled with cellulite as well. She definitely didn’t look like she had what it took to strut confidently down the catwalk now, not with thunder thighs like hers slapping together the entire time and a butt with out of control bounce. Even just standing there, she could tell that she was a jiggly mess.

Miss model’s beautiful face was the last thing to round out, and as it plumped up and the fat robbed her of her high cheekbones and angular features, she looked far less cold and domineering and far more sad and pathetic. Her cheeks grew chubby, and she gained the classic doughy double chin that had come to adorn so many of Yakov’s customers. And as she finally finished her chocolate turkey she looked like a much more demure and dowdy girl in an outfit that clearly did not flatter her now much fatter figure.

As she wiped the chocolate from her lips with the back of her chubby hand and then licked that chubby hand clean, her new reality set in very clearly. She had always been an arrogant queen, but she wore a paper crown. That arrogance was only ever supported by her body being so stereotypically beautiful. Recently she had gained a lot of weight, and once her body no longer fit the insane standards she had held herself and others to, her confidence crumbled and the pounds piled on even more thanks to the comfort eating she had found herself drawn to. 

For a model, she was still so unused to her new fatter body that she had no idea how to properly dress herself and still held humiliatingly to old vanities and the hope that she might one day be able to lose weight and fit back into the clothes that she was now busting out of. However, she knew, as she felt the strain of another seam about to pop and a pudgy pot belly still growling with hunger, that her slim and sexy modeling days were long since past her.

Now she felt like nothing more than a big fat punching bag, the perfect example of karma and one that plenty of people loved to take their gleeful revenge on by pinching her, prodding her, and making pointed comments about and to her. And when it came to the small modeling agency that she was still trying to start up with friends, she was now nothing more than a fat assistant, a hanger on, the fat friend with no confidence of her own.

Yakov saw this and smiled.

“Perhaps you want to take some more candy for your friends? I’m sure they could use a bit of indulgence.”

The pudgy production assistant smiled at the idea. A little bit of candy might be a good way to work back into her friends’ good graces, and it would be nice to not be the only one indulging for a change. She filled a bag with the discounted Halloween candy and left the store with her fat thighs slapping together and a smile on her chubby face.

“That’s certainly a lot of Halloween candy she took,” Mathilde said with a smirk.

“Oh yes, I’m sure her model friends will be in for quite a surprise when they find their own figures expanded. I did the same thing with a bratty cheerleader who came in here earlier.”

“I don’t know how you can give so much away and just miss seeing the results.”

“Stick around, I still have plenty here for you to see.”

Mathilde gave her big round belly a pat followed by a satisfied shake.

“I think I might just do that.”

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