"Nightmare Pigs 2" Chapter 1

Happy Halloween! As promised, here's chapter 1 of "Nightmare Pigs 2". It's a little over 3,000 words.

Enjoy!

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Valerie felt her stomach start to bulge outward as fat appeared where there had been only muscle. She could feel the pounds piling up around her middle and pushing out in new found layers of pudge. As the moments ticked by, her stomach seemed to get larger and larger, fatter and fatter. She was bloating up far beyond her wildest nightmares, and the more she tried to fight back, trying to push the fat back inside of her, the more that fat seemed to bubble out, oozing through her fingers.

“Yes, I understand those abs of yours were something you took great pride in. You worked hard for them, careful discipline, a strict diet and lots of gym time. You were so regimented. You deserved those abs. But now… well maybe now you’ll be happier having let yourself go.”

But Valerie couldn’t let go. She kept holding on to the sack of fat that had once been her proud abdominal muscles muttering incoherent pleas for mercy as she felt the blubbery belly in her hands continue to grow, blossoming with fat that poured over the sides of her hands. Years of dedication and hard work was out the window as the fat kept piling on and pushing outward. She could see that the belly she was growing became such a tremendous gut that the part she was holding became just the thick lower roll of a much larger double belly, the top of which she could feel now rolling over her thumbs which sunk into the crease that formed near her belly button.

“The problem was never that you had abs, of course. Self-discipline and dedication are admirable qualities. I know. But you just had to go and show them off at every opportunity, didn't you? You had to flaunt them, to use them as a tool to prove your own superiority, and the worst part is that in doing so you had to go and make others feel like complete shit. That’s what makes you the monster here. That’s what makes you deserve this, not just your vanity, but your cruelty. That’s why you’re getting turned into the kind of “pig” you’ve always made fun of.”

Valerie could feel her fattening stomach begin to rumble. There was a hunger there, a strong desire, a craving, for foods that she had been so careful not to have before. She wanted doughnuts and pizza, cake and hot dogs, macaroni and cheese and all kinds of pie, apple, blueberry, cherry; suddenly pie was the only way she ever wanted to consume fruit again.

And as her hunger grew, so did her blubbery belly. It was like Valerie was eating all of the things she was imagining and with each imagined calorie came another very real pound piled onto her already portly middle. It was like years of working out were replaced with years of indulgence as her previously trim middle continued to expand, developing thick meaty love handles to match her gut and complete the mighty muffin top.

“I know you want this to be over. I know you want to beg me for mercy. But I want you to know that this is only the beginning.”

As Valerie felt the fat continue to overfill her belly and overwhelm her hands, and as she could feel that fat starting to spread and fill other parts of her body, she knew that she was doomed. The only question she had was: How did she end up in this mess in the first place?

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Scarlet held her daughter Marjorie as tightly as she could. It was quite the sight as the fat Marjorie blubbered to her mother all about her friend Jennifer’s family issues. Although she could not get her arms all the way around her daughter, she could feel her daughters pain. Marjorie had always been such an empathic child, incredibly sensitive. It was one of the things that made her so susceptible to bullying. Scarlet cursed herself for being so arrogant and haphazard with her actions that she had not considered that what she had done to Jennifer would end up hurting Marjorie’s feelings as well.

She had underestimated her daughter’s capacity for understanding and forgiveness because they were qualities that she herself so thoroughly lacked.

As she pulled away from her daughter after letting her know she would take care of things, Scarlet watched Marjorie dry her eyes with the backs of her chubby hands.

“Thanks, mom. I figured maybe you could talk to her or something? You’ve always been so good about giving me advice.”

Scarlet gently stroked Marjorie’s cheek with her hand as a tear welled up in her own eye.

“Oh, my beautiful baby. I don’t know how you ever ended up so sweet.”

“It’s because I have a great mom,” beamed Marjorie with her cheeks still rosy from her tears.

“I wish more than anything that could be true.”

As Scarlet cradled Marjorie’s fat doe face in her hands, she looked at the prominent deep purple vein that jutted out of her hand, a scar from the last time she pushed her magic in a bid to truly punish Jennifer on her own terms. It was an ugly sign that she was now going to have to clean up her own mess.

Unsure of how to handle her mother’s response and the awkwardness of the pause that it had created, Marjorie pulled away and wiped some snot away with the back of her hand.

“So ummm… do you want her number or something? Or do you want me to invite her over for dinner? She might like dinner here. I know her family gets really judgy about her eating at home.”

Scarlet pat Marjorie on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry dear. I know how to contact her.”

“Oh, you do? Because I-”

She held one finger to her daughter’s lips.

“Shhhh. I told you. I’ll take care of things. Trust me, and don’t worry your sweet head about it anymore.”

“Oh, okay. If you say so.”

“I do.”

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Later that night, Scarlet found herself once again visiting Jennifer Russel in a dream. It was the recurring nightmare that she had forced upon here. Here Jennifer was just as thin and bitchy as ever, flaunting her figure right before she was forced to relive her downfall. Until today, Scarlet had considered this setup some of her finest work.

Scarlet watched for a few moments and in that short span of time, she watched Jennifer flaunt her abs, dance in a circle to show off her hips and ass and call several people unflattering and downright insulting names. She was about to give up on Jennifer entirely, to leave her exclusively to her cruel fate and make up some kind of story of at least trying to help her for Marjorie. Perhaps she could just inception a new memory of a conversation as evidence.

Then she saw Marjorie right there, waddling through the dream, and Jennifer looked at her… and did nothing. She had every opportunity to show Marjorie up, to mock her relentlessly in front of her friends. Instead she just let Marjorie wander on by, if anything there was a sadness in her eyes as she did so, a desire to connect pushed deep down by a fear of social isolation.

Could that vain little bitch have actually learned something of a lesson?

Then she watched Jennifer call some other poor fat girl a pig, and Scarlet knew that whatever lesson Jennifer had learned hadn’t been good enough.

That’s when Scarlet made herself known, and she had you admit, she enjoyed the wide eyed panic Jennifer displayed as she did so.

“Y-you. You’re the one who made me-”

“Fat. Yes. I’m the one who turned you into a, as you were so proud of calling others, fat pig.

“I- I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late for that dear. In fact, let’s speed this part of the dream up.”

And with a snap of Scarlet’s fingers, Jennifer began to balloon. Her slender frame quickly swelled with fat turning her from the vixen she once was back into her morbidly obese present form. Her abs turned into her huge spare tire with love handles to match; her thighs became tree trunks of fat complete with cankles and fat feet to go with them. Jennifer’s arms inflated like pillows of fat, and so did her ass cheeks which went from being tight and perky with plenty of muscles to being mushy globs of fat swollen to the point of looking like a broken down shelf that slumped onto her cellulite riddled thighs. Her breasts swelled to enormous size but also began to sag onto her bloated belly. They quivered as they filled with fat just like the rest of her. As always, Jennifer’s face lost its angelic structure and swelled with fat until she had a piggish appearance with jiggly jowls and a multitude of chins.

Scarlet gleefully pinched one of those extra chins and watched as Jennifer winced in pain.

“There we go. I like you much better this way.”

Jennifer sighed as her chubby hands kneading the doughy expanse of her blubbery belly.

“What are you here for?”

“I’m here to make things better.”

Suddenly, Jennifer’s chubby cheeks lit up with the glow of possibility, the hint of hope.

“You’re going to change me back?”

A low rumbling laughed worked its way up Scarlet’s throat and exploded out of her mouth as a full blown cackle.

“Of course not. I already told you I prefer you like this. But I am here to offer you revenge.”

“Revenge?”

“Yes. It appears my punishment of you has rippled outward even further than intended, and the people who are tormenting you are leading to my poor Marjorie feeling bad on your behalf. I can’t stand that. So I’m intent on making it so they no longer have the ability to make fun of you by taking away the high ground they stand on.”

“You’re going to make them fat like me?”

“Maybe even fatter if I find call for it. Do you want this?”

Jennifer hesitated. She wanted more than anything to punish her sister, aunt and mother, but could she really be cold enough to sentence them to punishments as humiliating as her own?

Scarlet had no time for hesitation.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Suddenly she reached forward and with one hand pinched Jennifer’s extra chin while pressing her other hand against Jennifer’s forehead. Jennifer’s eyes went went and for a moment she lost sight of everything. Then she heard what sounded to her like the turning of the pages in a very large book, and as those pages turn she replayed every cruel words ever said to her by her family and others. She saw flashes of memories over and over again as the same kinds of humiliating incidents replayed themselves.

“Do you want this?” Scarlet asked again.

“Yes,” gasped Jennifer.

“More than anything.”

“Good.”

Scarlet tore through the pages of Jennifer’s mind looking for targets. 

“What do we have here? A mother. That makes all the sense in the world, vain and haughty and how you ended definitely the cause for how you ended up as you did, and you’ve got a bratty younger sister, fruit from the same poison tree. I’m also seeing an aunt, just like your mother. Best take care of the whole family and not risk having to do this again. Then there’s more, outside the family…. Yes. Lori…. An ex-roommate and a Valerie, someone she’s already replaced you with. I see them having a good laugh at your expense. They go to the same college as you an Marjorie of course, so I’ll have to take care of them too just to be safe. Oh, and hidden here, I see a childhood best friend now hanging about your sister. What a little Judas. Don’t worry. I’ll get her too.”

“That’s so many people,”

“I’m not coming back here again. All of the branches must be pruned.”

With that, Scarlet pulled herself out of Jennifer’s memories, and Jennifer could see her once again in all her horrifying glory.

“I’ll start with that Valerie person. She’ll be a nice warm up. As for you…”

With another snap of her fingers, Scarlet conjured up an immense table full of endless food.

“You sit your fat ass back and enjoy yourself.”

“Please! N-”

But before she could protest further, Jennifer found herself thrown back into a double wide chair that her flab still spilled out over and with a buttery scone shoved into her mouth. As she chewed on that scone, a host of other pastries began to line themselves up ready to keep Jennifer Russel very well fed.

Before Jennifer could finish the scone, Scarlet was already gone, off to do her work.

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Valerie felt her thighs thickening. She could feel her muscles going slack, something that would have made her stumble if she was capable of any movement at all, but instead she stood perfectly still as the muscle she had spent hours at the gym building and maintaining was replaced by the kind of soft squishy fat that was more befitting a lifelong couch potato. Pounds of buttery blubber packed its way onto her legs giving her flabby saddlebags and causing her new thunder thighs to slap together and then press together. The force of fatty tissue pressing against fatty tissue was the only thing that allowed Valerie any kind of movement- that the the fact that all of her flab was quivering as the fat continued to pump itself into her body- but all the thigh fat did was force herself to widen her stance to accommodate the sheer girth of her much thicker thighs. She couldn’t move her legs under her own power enough to walk, but it was easy to close her eyes and imagine herself waddling if she could- or at least it would be if she could closer her eyes.

All Valerie could do was watch and feel herself change and know there was nothing that could be done as she imagined herself waddling about back somewhere in the recesses of her frightened mind.

Her thighs grew fatter and with it came the rest of her legs. Valerie’s calves and ankles grew thicker with fat until they fused together into cankles, and even her feet grew wider as the fat filled them and turned her dainty toes into tubby ones.

Some of the worst damage came to her precious ass. What was once tight and perfectly shaped became a lumpy mess of mushy fat. Her butt ballooned into two huge cushions of saggy flab, and those blubbery butt cheeks became dimpled with cellulite just like her thunder thighs. Her chunky cheeks were destined for swinging in the breeze. They were two huge orbs of fat the size of beach balls, but they also looked at least partially deflated due to the lack of musculature. Instead of just sticking out, they slopped downward and slapped onto the backs of her thick thighs.

Scarlet reached out and pinched one of Valerie’s thick love handles which had become slabs of hanging fat dripping over her wide hips.

“I want you to know this is nothing personal. But you’ve found yourself connected with the kinds of people who’ve caused my daughter hurt, and I can’t have that.”

Valerie’s breasts began to expand, turning into sagging pillows that quivered as they dropped downward onto the shelf of her blubber belly. Her arms grew from fit to flabby with big bloated bingo wings whose fat dripped over her elbows. Valerie’s neck thickened, and her face grew far plumper. She developed jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin as her face rounded out with fat.

She looked every bit the kind of girl she would normally make fun of and then some. If she were to run into herself in the real world looking like this, she would have a host of names to call herself, like “Piggy”, “Cow”, “Wide Load”, “Lard Ass”, and “Butterball”. She would never let someone as fat as her forget about how fat, greedy and lazy she was. She pinch her fat, jiggle it, point it out for all to see. Valerie had made the lives of women like her hell, and now she could expect a lifetime of the same treatment.

Scarlet stroked Valerie’s extra chins with one hand and her own pointed one with the other.

“I think you’re a bit larger than I planned. Might have gone a bit overboard there. Oh well. Let’s just make sure we’re all done here.”

She pulled on Valerie’s double chin and pressed on her forehead with her other hand just like she had with Jennifer and then slipped into Valerie’s memories.

“I see a mother… but a rather plump one. You used to make fun of her all the time, didn’t you? Shame on you. Here’s a lesson learned then. And it explains that extra serving size of fat, I was just tapping into your jeans. The good for you is, you would have ended up close to this eventually anyway. I just sort of sped the process along a bit. But here… that’s interesting. Here we have a sister, eighteen, high school senior. She just won homecoming queen and has her eyes set on prom queen. Of course she does. And her track record of making fun of fat people is no good. That’s a problem. She’ll end up making fun of you, and then who knows where we’ll end up. Miss Beauty Queen Cheerleader will have to be fattened too.”

“No please. Don’t,” begged Valerie with tears running down her chubby cheeks.

“You’ll be happier this way. She won’t be able to make fun of you once she’s fat too. And she could use the humility.”

“I don’t care. Leave her alone!”

But Scarlet was already slipping back into the night, and the last thing that Valerie heard was a whisper that tickled at the back of her brain.

“Sorry. No more loose ends.”