"Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny"

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The bloated Oktoberfest beer maiden had a big blubbery belly and the boobs to match. Gwen watched them bounce up and down as she tried to plead her case, just like so many before her, begging to be free of the cursed costume she had just purchased.

After all, when she walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been curvy for sure, but nowhere near this CURVY. These curves were enormous. Karmic realignment had done a real number on her. Whereas she was used to calling other women cows, she now had a really heavy set of udders all to herself. Her breasts had always been of admirable size, but now those tits were titanic.

The beautiful blonde had boobs that were practically bursting out of the top of her costume. Her breasts were big supple pillows of quivering flesh. They jiggled with even the slightest movement, and though they also sagged heavily, the sheer amount of fat that filled them also meant that they jutted out over her tummy like a massive mammary shelf.

And that tummy was more than pulling its own weight. It was a huge apron of fat that stuck out at the same time like a heavily inflated spare tire. It was a sack of gluttonous fat, a gelatinous gut that made her look like the epitome of a greedy pig. Her big bloated blubbery belly pushed the boundaries of her costume to their limits. Her big belly and matching handles were very appropriate for her Oktoberfest beer maiden costume. When she came in, she had been sporting a six pack, and now she was leaving with a keg.

She felt the need to reach down and explore it.

It was this incredible expanse of flesh, and to try to take it all in was a Herculean effort. Her chubby hands were too small to contain all of that blubber, and no matter how she tried to grasp it, she could feel the fat oozing through her fingers.

She could feel the way her massive belly and titanic tits were working to pull her forward. The fat surged and sagged in such a way that she was fighting with gravity in an effort to not land on all fours and get stuck crawling on her fat hands and knees. She could tell by the sheer size of her blubbery gut, the way she had to really stretch out her fat flabby arms to get all the way around it and the heft that she felt as she cradled the wobbling sack of fat in her chubby hands, that if she got down on all fours her gut would be dragging against the ground. She shuddered at that thought, and her shudder sent her whole fat body quivering. Lots of fat began to undulate, and the seams of the costume groaned.

Luckily for her, a large portion of her fat had settled in such a way as to provide her with a sizable counterweight and keep her up on her fat feet. The counterweight was the saggy shelf of an ass that she had developed. Her lumpy lard ass was covered in stretch marks and cellulite and hanging out from under her skirt. She had two ginormous glutes, chunky cheeks filled with fat that sagged heavily onto the back of her thighs.

Before those thighs had been thicc, but now they were THICK. They were two huge thunder thighs covered in cellulite just like her chunky cheeks. Her bloated tree trunk like thighs had become smother with buttery fat. What were once toned limbs tight with muscles were now weak with layers of sagging flab. The flesh on her thighs was so bountiful that it spilled over her fat, dimpled knees. Her legs were now swollen with fat all the way down including thick cankles and fat feet with sausage toes.

Her sausage toes down below were mirrored by her sausage fingers which made up a large part of her chubby hands. Those chubby hands were attached to flabby arms. Her arms were in fact the one thing about her that were deceptively muscular. They were now quite well suited for heaving about heavy mugs of beer, but all that muscle was buried under plenty of flabby tissue. It was as if her muscles were being protected by thick cushiony pillows of fat wrapped around them. She was gifted with a set of billowy bingo wings that burst out of the sleeves of her Bavarian themed costume.

Of course, her face had grown fat as well. She now had big chubby chipmunk cheeks that rounded out her face and were beginning to droop into jiggly jowls. Her chin now had a thick doughy friend that wobbled with the slightest movement of her head. Every part of her face had grown swollen with fat, including her nose which now had more of a flare to it. Overall, she looked quite piggish which was appropriate given the way she now wore her hair in elaborate pig tails.

She was a great big ball of fat, a blubbery blob lumbering about on lard filled legs that could barely hold her up. She felt like a total pig, a cow, a whale, any number of the cruel names she had once subjected others to when she was much slimmer. Any sign of her athleticism was gone and she was stuck there, a sweaty butterball growing exhausted just from standing at the counter, a counter that was creaking quite a bit as she was leaning heavily on it.

Her fat arms rested atop the counter, and her big breasts sagged downward until the joined them. Her globular gut hung heavily and pressed against the side of the counter all the way down until the lower roll of her double belly just kind of sagged and hung uselessly.

“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind. This is glass,” said Gwendolyyn to the obese Bavarian beer maid. 

These words brought the big woman back to seeing the bigger picture, and she pushed herself up. Once again the counter groaned under her immense weight. Her belly kept swaying furiously even as she got herself to and standing position and the rest of her stopped moving. It was so humiliatingly annoying, that instead of waiting for her gut to settle on its own, the woman reached down low and grabbed hold of her flab with both chubby hands to stop it from jiggling any further. After the flesh of her flabby arms finally stopped quivering, the fat woman was sad but still.

“P-please. Is there anything you could do?” asked the sad, spherical woman.

“Nope. All sales are final and so are the karmic punishments, and judging by your size… you must have really done some bad stuff to deserve all this. Perhaps you should have thought of that before being such a vain, cruel, skinny bitch.”

Gwendolyyn’s statement was particularly cold as she rested her hands on her own boney hips. 

The woman hung her fat head, inflating her extra chins, and slowly turned to waddle out of the store. She could feel herself sweating more and more with each slow, ponderous, plodding step. With every motion her every flabby inch of her massively obese body shook. She was a sobbing quivering mess, and as she finally reached the door, she ran into a big fat wall.

That wall of blubber was wide and winded Mathilde making her way back to the store after her own eventful party.*

The two incredibly fat women bounced off of each other after their bellies and breasts collided. For a moment their fat smashed together before they were thrown back by their flab. The two obese women barely remained on their feet, which was lucky for Gwendolyyn because she was not looking to help two fat turtles off their backs.

“Sorry,” muttered Mathilde.

After she recovered from her shock and embarrassment, the obese Oktoberfest beer maid simply regarded Mathilde with a chins wobbling nod and slowly squeezed her fat body through the door and waddled off into the night and her new far fatter life.

“Rude. She didn’t even apologize,” said Mathilde in a huff.

“And that’s why she’s so fat. Wants to beg me to change her back and can’t even acknowledge she’s ever done anything wrong. People have some nerve.”

“Tell me about it.”

With the now fat customer gone, Gwendolyyn had the opportunity to really look at Mathilde and drink in her many changes. Mathilde’s gut was completely bare and there was far more flesh on it than there had been when she left earlier in the evening. Gwen couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.

“What happened to you?”

“It’s a long story,” huffed Mathilde.

And then she saw the way Gwendolyyn’s fingers curled around the countertop.

“And I’m happy to tell you all about it.”

“Sure, just let me close up.”

But before she could do that, the bell rang signaling the arrival of two new customers.

“Damnit,” sighed Gwendolyyn.

“Do you mind handling these two?” asked Mathilde.

“I’ve had my hands full ever since you left.”

“Well I’m pretty full right now,” responded Mathilde as she gave her big blubbery belly a shake with both hands to emphasize her point.

“Uggh. Fine.”

Mathilde let out a sigh of relief and waddled her fat ass around the counter to take a seat. The chair she found groaned in protest under her massive weight.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyyn walked over to greet the two newest customers. One of them was clearly slim and sexy with an athletic looking body featuring killer curves, especially her bountiful but perky ass and her thick but clearly muscular thighs. She strutted across the store with the confidence that came from a lifetime of pretty privilege. The other was a much chubbier, more dowdy girl whose slumped shoulders and sagging pot belly signaled her complete lack of confidence.

“Good evening, ladies.” greeted Gwendolyyn with whatever energy she could muster up along with what settled for a smile.

“How can I help y-”

“I’m Stephanie. This is my fat roommate, Melody,” interjected the toned and curvy one.

“Don’t say that,” whined Melody.

“What part of what I just said was untrue? It’s just facts. You’re my roommate, and you’re fat.”

“I’m… I’m chubby.”

“You're fat. Now shut up and let me talk to the salesgirl, piglet.”

Stephanie finished chastising Melody and turned back toward Gwen.

“She lost a bet, so now I get to pick her Halloween costume, so let’s get going.”

Gwendolyyn nodded thoughtfully, her plastered on smile turned into a genuine grin as she gleefully realized that she was going to get to play a hand in a delicious bit of role reversal.

“Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“Oh, I know exactly what we’re going to be. We’re going as Playboy Bunnies. I’m going to look stunning in it, and Miss Flabby Buns over here, well she’ll look very amusing.”

Melody just hung her head in shame, feeling forced to go through with the results of whatever bet it was the two had made, and she followed Gwendolyyn and Stephanie along to try on Halloween costumes without complaint.

As they passed by Mathilde still reclining behind the counter, Stephanie couldn’t help but let out a loud whistle.

“Thar she blows! Big Beluga sighting! Damn, Melody. You may be a fat little piglet, but at least you’re not as large as this land whale.”

The two kept following Gwendolyyn and Mathilde was too exhausted to do anything more than raise a fat middle finger to Stephanie after she walked away.

With no other distractions, the ladies were quickly handed their costumes to try on, and when they came out of the dressing room, Stephanie and Melody cut two drastically different figures. 

Stephanie looked like a curvy goddess in her pink Playboy Bunny ensemble. With its high cut leotard to unveil her thick but toned legs and her big, beautiful, muscular butt, she looked like an even more in shape Reese Witherspoon in "Legally Blonde”. The costume accentuated her slim waist and her pleasantly plump but firm breasts. In a word, Stephanie was stunning. She was clearly ready to turn heads.

Melody, meanwhile, looked much more like Renee Zellweger in “Bridget Jones’ Diary” but even more out of shape. The black Playboy Bunny costume that she was wearing made her look decidedly doughy. Thanks to the cut of the leotard, her chunky thunder thighs were completely exposed as were her blubber butt cheeks. Her soft and saggy lower half was a sea of cellulite as the dimples blanketed the supple flesh. Melody’s bloated middle also pressed against the costume, stretching out the fabric and leaving a clear indentation where her belly button was. 

Stephanie walked over and looked Melody up and down with a judgmental gaze and then tapped Melody’s belly disapprovingly.

“You’ve got quite the tubby tummy there. I think somebody needs to lay off the doughnuts, don’t you think?”

Then she pinched one of Melody’s love handles.

“You’ve been sneaking too many snacks, piglet. And look where it’s all ended up. You’ve gotten quite pudgy.”

Stephanie began to chuckle and pressed her hands against her own trim tummy.

“Oh my God, it’s perfect. I’m the Playboy Bunny, and you’re the Chubby Bunny. You’ve got the marshmallow arms and everything, my doughy little dumpling.”

SMACK!

Stephanie’s hand slapped against Melody’s soft, yielding butt cheeks.

“And this dumper! Damn girl, you’ve got a big booty but not in the good way. You’re really looking bloated and piggish. It’s sad really. You could be so pretty if you just lost weight, but you’re too lazy and that’s why you’re so fat.”

“I’m chubby.”

“Chubby. Sure. Whatever. But big girls like you don’t stay chubby for long, sweetie. You’re probably gonna stuff your face like a pig at this party and keep yourself on the road to obesity. We all know it. You’re going to be an obese hog. That’s your future, your sad, fat future.”

After that Stephanie reached down and pinched both of Melody’s thick thunder thighs.

“Chunky girl becomes big bloated blob. It’s an inevitable story. I mean- Just look at these thighs. These are some classic fat girl thighs right here. No tone at all. Face it, fatty. You are doomed. You don’t even have the body to help you start working out at the gym, so your fat lazy as is just going to get fatter, and fatter and fatter. Just hope you’ll be able to find some fat chubby chasing loser to put up with you.”

Melody started to cry right there in the store.

“Oh jeez, will you pull yourself together? It’s embarrassing. At least I’m going to pay for your costume.”

And after the two women changed back into their regular clothes, that’s just what Stephanie did.

Gwendolyyn watched as they left the store together. It was rare that she ever wanted to directly witness someone’s punishment this badly, but she would have to be content with the trust that the costumes’ enchantments would work.

She would just amuse herself with Mathilde instead.

The next day, Stephanie and Melody were getting ready for a big campus celebration. Stephanie had always thought herself too good for sucking up to sororities and found frat bros to be particularly gross. She made plans with friends to go to one of the campus townhouses and get her party on, and she was really looking forward to it. 

More than showing off herself, she was looking forward to showing off Melody. Stephanie always looked fantastic, but standing next to her chubby roommate in these costumes meant she was really going to stand out. And making fun of Melody would be the perfect conversation starter!

Stephanie laughed to herself as she heard the grunting coming from behind Melody’s door that signaled that she was struggling to stuff herself into the Playboy Bunny costume. She peaked into the room and practically doubled over at the sight of Melody bouncing about, fat flying everywhere as she shook and jiggled violently while trying to get all her flab contained in the costume.

The smile stayed on Stephanie’s face as she sauntered over to her own room where she undressed, enjoying the feel of her tight but bountiful curves as she did so before effortlessly slipping into her own costume.

But then she had another thought.

A far more intrusive one.

There was something wrong, something that Stephanie couldn’t explain, but she could sense it. As she looked back at her reflection in the mirror, it was just as perfect as ever. She looked truly stunning in her pink Playboy Bunny Halloween costume. Stephanie was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it, but she also knew that something was wrong. It was a nagging sensation in the back of her mind.

And then she felt it.

Stephanie felt her body begin to change.

It started with a rumbling in her stomach, almost like she was hungry, but then that rumbling progressed into a tingle. Instinctively, she pressed her hands to her tight abdominal muscles, but to her surprise they started pressing back. The problem was that the more her stomach muscles pressed against her hands, the softer they got. Stephanie could feel the fat starting to ooze through and warp around her fingers. Her delicate digits were no defense as she tried to stop whatever was happening to her.

The fat just kept filling her up.

Stephanie’s abs fully melted into flab. The soft buttery fat kept pushing outwards despite her best attempts to push it back in. She could feel it not just pressing against the front of her costume, giving her a brand new pot belly, but also poking out the sides as pudgy love handles that she couldn’t help but pinch. The pinching made it clear that this fat, and all the unsightly new bulges it was creating, was very much real, and as her belly gained more blubber and bounce, the rest of Stephanie’s previously tight and toned body began to expand as well.

Her flawless figure had always been hourglass in shape, but now Stephanie could feel that bottom half really bottoming out. She was growing softer, starting to sag. She was feeling weaker as the muscle she possessed began to leave her, replaced by fresh pounds of flab. It was enough to make her cry, but Stephanie couldn’t stop it. 

The pounds kept piling on.

She could feel her thighs quivering. Then that quivering became a quaking, and her thighs began to jiggle as the hard earned muscle that she had spent so many dedicated hours in the gym building up was lost, overwhelmed by fat. Stephanie had never once skipped leg day, she was so proud of the muscle that she had built up in her lower body, becoming a thick curvy goddess. It was the primary reason for her choice of outfit, showcasing her perfect hourglass figure with her trim waist and curvy lower half.

Now that middle part of the hourglass had busted outward and was leaking through her outfit, bulging out as her bottom half turned to bloated blubber. 

Thick thighs grew thicker, but with fat instead of muscle, they also grew softer and had a lot more jiggle. The cellulite covered slabs of flab slapped together as the fat kept filling them. Her skin began to dimple with cellulite as the soft quivering flesh continued to ripple outward.

Of course, Stephanie’s expanding lower half didn’t just stop with her thighs. Even her calves, ankles, feet and toes grew thicker. But the biggest change of all was, indeed, her butt. The toned butt cheeks that she possessed, plump and perky with muscle began to sag as they deflated. And then they began to swell again with fat instead. The fat was soft and flabby, so even though her butt was getting bigger than ever, it still had lots of sag and flopped rather unceremoniously onto the backs of her meaty thunder thighs. Her blubbery butt cheeks also became ravaged by cellulite just like those same supple thighs.

Stephanie’s ass had been her pride and joy, a real attention grabber, and now here she was with chunky cheeks that looked like they were trying to swallow up the back of her costume. The blubber swelled to the point that it looked more like the high cut costume was a thong, and the fabric was giving her a rather painful and humiliating wedgie. She wanted to showcase her ass, but this was too much, too much blubber butt, too much everything.

Even her breasts were uncomfortable in size now. They weren’t nearly as big as her bloated belly, but they were still quite plush. Unfortunately they were also soft and saggy which made her look extra sad thanks to the way her unflattering belly and love handles stretched out her costume. She could feel the strain in her lower back which was now also plagued by a thick fat roll.

Flab had ruined the slender curves of Stephanie’s arms as well. While she never worked out her upper body as much as her lower half, her arms had always been slender but with visibly toned muscle. She wasn’t some kind of weakling, at least not until the fat got to her. Now she was standing there with softened arms and the start of bingo wings. It wasn’t hard to picture her with true fat girl arms in the future, big bloated pillows of fat. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the thought of her fatter future out of her head.

But in shaking her head, she could also feel the subtle shifting of her softer cheeks and a slight wobble to her chin that had never been there before. 

When she opened up her eyes and looked back at her reflection the face staring back at her was softer, chubbier. It was hard to believe that the face she was looking at was her, but a touch of the supple flesh with her still mostly slender fingers proved that, just like the rest of her, the new softness in her face was indeed Stephanie’s. 

Stephanie took in her full reflection and wanted to scream. She was decidedly heavier and no longer looked the slim and sexy Playboy Bunny she was going for. She was definitely a chubby bunny.

This was a nightmare, and it was a nightmare that she knew was about to get worse as she heard the door to her room open behind her.

“What do we have here? Struggling to get all the biscuit dough into the can?”

Stephanie stood completely paralyzed. Melody was somehow acting like none of this was wrong, like this was an expected sight.

“I know you’ve been gaining weight like crazy lately- I’ve heard you grunting to fit into your jeans, but it really took you a while to cram yourself into this one.”

Stephanie’s entire body felt like it was on fire as she sensed that Melody was not simply satisfied to peak from behind the door.

“Wow. I didn’t realize how chubby you’ve gotten until just now. It’s… it’s certainly a look.”

Melody inched her way into the room and Stephanie was taken aback by how slim and sexy she looked. It was like she had stolen her figure. Stephanie wanted to yell at her, to confront her, but before she could say anything, Melody beat her to the punch.

“I didn’t realize you’ve put on this much weight. It’s like… kinda a lot.”

Slowly, Melody sauntered up to Stephanie, and Stephanie felt her usual confidence drain out of her as Melody looked her now chubby body up and down with a familiar judgmental gaze.

“You used to be all about your fit figure, healthy living, showing off and looking down at others. And now you’re standing here in a Playboy Bunny costume literally busting out of it. You’re a real plump Chubby Bunny, and I think that’s hilarious.”

Stephanie felt like a piece of meat, a particularly lumpy, fatty piece of meat as Melody’s hungry gaze held her in place while the formerly fat and now outrageously fit girl stepped even closer.

“I want to really take this all in, and believe me, there’s a lot to take in. You’ve clearly been eating well, stuffing your face, getting lazy. And the results are clear.”

With a tapping of her foot and a shaking of her head, Melody looked Stephanie up and down once more, eyed the way her fat was stretching the fabric of her costume, poking out of it, or just flapping about completely in the breeze and gave her an evil grin like she was the cat who caught the fat canary.

“Look at you, girl. Getting a little hefty there, don’t you think? You’re looking a little… chunky.”

Melody reached down and gave Stephanie’s pudgy belly an inquisitive tap with her finger.

“Oh yes. Look at that. That’s quite a bit softer than it used to be, isn’t it? You used to keep yourself so tight, sweet sexy six pack abs, right? Didn’t you use to work hard for those things? Looks like somebody’s gotten a little lazy, huh? And that laziness has added some lard around the belly.”

She slid her hands down Stephanie’s supple love handles until she reached her hips and then pulled her forcefully and held her close, whispering in her ear.

“And to your hips.”

The sudden shock caused Stephanie to stop sucking in her belly, and the buttery pudge pushed outward until it pressed against Melody’s own trim tummy. Without even looking down, Melody could feel the fat flesh and knew what had happened.

“Oh oh, looks like my naughty little piggy couldn’t keep sucking in that gut of hers. You’ve been a bad little fat girl, haven’t you?”

She bit Stephanie’s earlobe while giving one of her love handles a hard pinch.

“Let’s take a closer look, shall we?”

Melody pulled away and then crouched down so she was eye level with Stephanie’s belly button. The fabric of the costume was stretched so tight against her belly blubber that she could easily see where it puckered around the belly button. Melody then took her hand and slid it under Stephanie’s belly fat, lifting it up and bouncing it as if she were weighing something on a scale.

“Hefty. Hefty Hefty. You really have gotten soft there, Steph. Just look at this greedy little gut you’ve grown. Without you sucking in this pudgy pot belly, I can really see where so many of those sweet snacks have ended up. You’ve been packing it away and packing on the pounds, stuffing your face with fudge and putting on the pudge, my little piglet. Now you’ve got this gut that you can’t quite suck in all the way and when you can’t suck it in at all… wow.”

Melody gave Stephanie’s belly a squeeze and jiggled it furiously with her entire hand before letting it go and letting it bounce and settle on its own after a few more minutes of jiggling.

“Look at all that bounce, so soft, so jiggly. I love it. I love seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so chubby. It’s fun. You used to be so confident, and now that you’ve filled yourself with junk food and fat it’s like there’s no more room for all that confidence you used to carry around while you’re carrying these extra pounds.”

Then Melody’s attention was drawn away from Stephanie’s belly and toward the lumps of love handles that were spilling out of holes in her costume.

“Oh, honey. These are supposed to be on the inside, but I guess you just couldn’t keep all this new biscuit dough in the cane. Perhaps we should have gotten you a size up, but I bet that part of your brain that’s still so vain thought you could still squeeze yourself into this. But you couldn’t, my little piglet. Could you? Nope. The fat was just too much for the fabric, and here you are spilling out of this costume. Hey, at least these love handles get to breathe a bit. That’s good. And I think it’ll be good for everyone to see just how out of shape you’ve gotten, just how far you’ve fallen. You wear this fat like a nice little accessory. The holes in the costume really highlight the changes.”

Melody gave Stephanie’s love handles a playing tickle, making the blubber bounce with her finger.

“You’re a flabby girl now, my little chunky monkey. It’s such a delicious muffin top that you’ve grown. So soft. So plush. But it’s not just here is it? You’re soft all over, piglet.”

Her gaze dropped down to Stephanie’s thunder thighs which soon received a hard pinch which made Stephanie squeal.

“Nice squeal there, piglet! Do it again.”

Another pinch. Another squeal. It was hard to believe that Stephanie had once been the dominant roommate. She was the one used to doling out harsh inspections and comments, and even then nothing to this extreme. Now, she couldn’t help but feel powerless. There was no response. She couldn’t even bring herself to move. All she could do is stand there and take it as Melody continued to poke at and pinch her flabby thunder thighs.

“Look at this blubber! There’s no tone left in these things at all. It’s hard to believe they were ever muscular. You were athletic right? I’m not just going crazy? I didn’t just imagine it. You used to have such strong looking legs, and now they’re just soft, weak, pathetic and flabby- soooooo flabby. And look at all this cellulite! You’ve got some real cottage cheese thighs, chubs. I can’t wait to see you walking around with these fat thighs slapping together. In fact, go ahead. Give me that old model strut, or at least what’s left of it.”

Melody gave Stephanie’s fat butt a spank, and Stephanie felt compelled to move, if only to get away from her roommate for even a moment.

It would be wrong to call the way Stephanie moved a strut. She had neither the class nor confidence to pull it off, and instead was just sort of traipsing about like the clumsy chubster that she had turned into. She could feel her entire body jiggling, the bulges of fat bouncing about. But she was especially aware of the way her thunder thighs earned that title, slapping together with great ferocity. It was theoretically better than waddling, but not by much.

When she turned around, she could see the gleeful grin on Melody’s face, shark-like, and she wanted to turn and run away. But she knew she had no choice but to return.

“Damn, Steph. That chunk was really flying. You’re just so loose. You know? You’re so soft and flabby. And your butt! That big blubber butt! Woo! It had some bounce!”

Melody reached down, cupped each of Stephanie’s butt cheeks in her hands and bounced them up and down. The fat spilled over her palms and oozed through her fingers as she did so.

“No tone. Just blubber! This butt is a broken down flabby mess, piggy. It’s really something to behold, so big yet so saggy. I love it. I love watching it sway and bounce and jiggle. It’s nuts.”

Slowly, she began to massage Stephanie’s blubbery butt cheeks, feeling the soft, pliable fat really squish between her fingers.

“There’s so much more cushion for the pushin’ and no muscles left whatsoever. It’s just soft, squishy fat, plush luscious adipose, blubbery booty butter.”

Suddenly, Melody gave Steph a smack to the ass and watched the cheeks quiver as they jiggled back into place. It was enough to make Melody shiver, and after a second spank that made Stephanie yelp, Melody was able to turn that shiver of hers into a hearty cackle.

 You used to really turn heads with that perky butt of yours. And, hey, I’m sure you’ll still get plenty of stares, but it won’t be for the reasons you used to, well at least not all of them, but hey maybe you can pull a chubby chaser. Right?”

Melody leaned in close again. This time she kept one hand squeezing one of Stephanie’s flabby butt cheeks and brought the other one around to give Stephanie’s blubber belly a squeeze.

“That’s what you’re going to have to settle for, you know, some kind of fat loser, or a kinky feeder, someone who will want to make you even fatter. Forget being chubby, you’ll be a big round ball of blubber, a deliciously obese hog. That’s going to be your future, don’t you know that? Feeder or no. You’re a chubby bunny now, but that greedy little pig inside you won’t be satisfied. You’re going to stuff your face and eat yourself into obesity. You’re going to really hog out, and I can’t wait to see it.”

Stephanie’s tormented gave her flabby arms a pinch-

“Soft all over indeed.”

And then spun her around to look her dead in the eyes. 

“You’re getting a fat face too. Did you know that? You’ve got the start of a beautiful little double chin here, and some adorably chubby cheeks. I like it. It makes you look far less arrogant. Gotta be careful though, you don’t want to end up looking too piggish.”

Melody gave one of Stephanie’s cherubic cheeks a pinch and tickled her sliver of a double chin.

“People are going to have a field day looking at you. Just think about it, all the people you’ve stepped on, all the people you’ve made fun of. They’re going to be lining up for revenge once they see how much you’ve let yourself go. I hope you remember every insult you’ve ever thrown at people. Play them again in your head and get ready to hear them all said right back to your fat face, piglet.”

Melody gave Stephanie’s soft belly another pinch and a poke before tickling her while laughing and turning around. She shook her own tight toned butt to taunt the tubby Stephanie, and she reminded Stephanie just what a confident strut looked like as she beckoned the chubby roommate to follow.

“Let’s get going, my chubby bunny. We’ve got a party to attend, and I can’t wait for everybody to see how big you’ve gotten.”

Somehow there was something to the word big that hit Stephanie just as hard if not harder than the word fat. If Melody had called her fat there was at least some part of her that would have argued that she was only chubby- even if having to admit she was chubby would have killed her. But there was no arguing against the idea that she was certainly big now, she was chubby, chunky, tubby, pudgy, hefty. She knew it. She may not have been completely fat yet, but that yet weighed heavily on Stephanie, just like all the pudge she had piled on.

Each step she took sent another quiver up her body. She could fill the tingle at the back of her neck as she wrestled with each new jiggle. 

With her brain already racked with anxiety, Stephanie knew that the party would be the ultimate humiliation on top of it all. She wanted nothing more than to stay home, but she knew she had no choice.

Stephanie plodded after Melody with her belly jiggling, her butt bouncing, and her fat thighs slapping together. 

The Halloween party at the townhouse was already in full swing by the time Stephanie and Melody made it there. Stephanie had been aiming to be fashionably late after all so that she would have more heads to turn with her costume. This was something that was now sure to heighten her humiliation.

The party itself was full of drunken college coeds, dancing, eating, drinking, and, most importantly, gossiping.

“Did you see that fat janitor?”

“Which one? There are a lot of fat janitors.”

“The really fat one like… like I think she used to be hot once?”

“You think?”

“Yeah. It’s… it’s foggy. But anyway, she’s fucking huge now. And in that orange jumpsuit she looks like the Great Pumpkin.”

“Hahaha. You’re such a skinny bitch, Kim.”

“Anyone would look like a skinny bitch next to that whale.”

“Awwhhhhhhooooooom.”

“Was that… was that your best whale sound?”

“Yeah. No good?”

“You’re drunk.”

“Shut up.”

“What if I called her a cow instead?”

“Mooooooo.”

“Yeah. That’s more your speed.”

“Get me another beer.”

“Sure but be careful. I can see that beer belly you’re starting to grow. You don’t want people mooing at you.”

“Shut up.”

When Stephanie and Melody entered the room it was like there was a crackle in the air and record scratch. Not literally of course, but what did literally happen was that every set of eyes in the room turned to see Stephanie in all her chubby glory. 

Stephanie stood there like a chunky deer in headlights. While she couldn’t move she could hear the whispers that seemed to carry to her even from across the room. 

“Is that Stephanie?”

“I didn’t realize she put on so much weight.”

“That costume’s certainly not doing her any favors.”

“It’s like when you’ve got it flaunt it. When you don’t keep it away cause nobody wants to see that shit.”

“She used to have it, but now it looks like she’s just had too much dessert.”

“You know who’s got it, Melody.”

“Yeah. Damn! Girl had a glow up.”

“She lost weight.”

“And Stephanie found it all.”

“Damn, Kim. You really are such a bitch.”

“What can I say? It’s fun being catty and making fun of fatties.”

Stephanie could feel eyes following her as she walked by. She could tell that they were tracking her every step, watching as her blubbery butt bounced and her fat thighs slapped together. Everyone was gawking at the weight she had gained, at the way her previously toned body had grown fat and flabby enough to be bursting out of her Playboy Bunny costume. She was supposed to be hot. She was supposed to feel gorgeous. But instead she felt like a pig.

As she passed a group of her friends, she wanted to keep going. Stephanie didn’t know where she wanted to end up, but it wasn’t with them. Unfortunately, Melody had other ideas.

“Hello, ladies. Isn’t Stephanie looking well this evening?”

“Well you’re certainly looking good, Mel. Stephanie is looking pleasant, pleasantly plump that is.”

Stephanie was so dizzy with anxiety that she couldn’t even tell who was insulting her. She could only hear the words and feel the occasional pinching and poking.

“This really isn’t the best outfit for you. It does nothing to hide your figure flaws.”

“It shows them off! Why would you want everyone to see how much weight you’ve gained?”

“Well, she lost a bet, so I got to choose her costume. I figured a little humility might be good for the former princess.”

“Princess to piggy.”

“I think it’s a very funny group costume, Playboy Bunny and Chubby Bunny.”

Stephanie felt someone jiggle her belly.

“And you’re a really chubby bunny.”

That was the last straw, and Stephanie needed to get away. Her fat arms wobbled along with the rest of her as she pulled herself from Melody and left the catty bitches, her former friends, to gossip about her behind her back.

From there, Stephanie found herself gravitating toward the only refuge she could find.

It felt like the potato chips were calling her name. Stephanie couldn’t even remember the last time she had actually allowed herself to indulge in eating something as salty and fattening as a potato chip, and yet here she was, staring down at three different bowls, plain, wavy, and barbecue, and it felt like there was nothing else in this world that she wanted more.

Stephanie tried to be delicate about it. She knew that with the way her fat flabby ass was hanging out of her costume, people were already looking at her, and she was determined not to make even more of a spectacle of herself by stuffing her face. It was bad enough that she was the poorly dressed chubby girl at the party. She didn’t need to be the poorly dressed chubby girl who made a pig of herself too.

So she picked up a single chip, one of the wavy ones and held it to her face. Before she bit into it she held up her other hand as if it were a saucer ready to capture any would be crumbs. She nibbled at the chip, and the way the salt danced on her tongue instantly made her want another one instantly. Once the first chip was gone she snatched up another one, but as she brought it to her mouth she caught herself in a moment of great hesitation, not about whether or not to eat the potato chip- that was long decided- but which kind of dip to dip it in. She was torn for a long moment between going for the garlic ranch dip or the sour cream and onion before finally deciding to go with the more classic sour cream and onion as her choice.

Once that creamy dip hit her lips, she was really done for. As a little bit of it dribbled down her chins, Stephanie did the best she could to delicately wipe it up into her mouth with the back of her index finger, but that was the end of her attempts at decorum. After that, it was like something took hold of her. Her hands flew right into the bowls of chips, once taking on the plain and the other the barbecue, and she alternated between which handful she would shove into her mouth next. Crumbs meant nothing to her, flavors meant almost nothing. Instead all she could focus on was the mechanical act of eating and the thrill of getting as many potato chips into her mouth as quickly as possible.

She was so consumed with eating that she almost didn’t hear the whispers of people talking about her behind her chubby back… almost.

“Look at her go.”

“I can see how she put on so many pounds by how she’s putting away those potato chips.”

“She’s making a mess.”

“The girl is a hot mess.”

“She was hot. Now she’s just a mess.”

Stephanie just kept eating. Eventually she got her fill of potato chips and moved on to something sweet, a large tray of frosting covered cookies. Crumbs flew everywhere and frosting smeared across her lips and chubby cheeks as she crammed cookie after cookie into her greedy mouth. She was quite the spectacle, the chubby girl in the Playboy Bunny costume absolutely pigging out.

“She needs to slow down.”

“I don’t think she can.”

“That’s why she’s getting fat.”

“And why she’s just going to keep getting fatter.”

“Pink is a really appropriate color for a piggy like her.”

“She’s going to burst out of her costume.”

“She already is. Look.”

Sure enough, the seams that Stephanie’s love handles had split were widening. But she couldn’t stop eating. She ate cookie after cookie and then chased them with cupcake after cupcake before finding the bowl of punch and taking a big cup of it and chugging it down recklessly without care to the way it was dribbling down her chins and dripping onto her chest and costume, mingling with the crumbs of her previous munchings.

Stephanie was grateful that nobody was interrupting her binge to humiliate her further. She was at least happy that people kept their barbs at a distance. Nobody was currently actively poking her.

Then he walked up.

Rodney was a fat guy, the kind of guy who Stephanie shared a few classes with and actively enjoyed making fun of. He looked her up and down, and she could tell he was just as hungry as she was, just not for food alone.

“Looking good, Steph.”

“Yeah, right,” mumbled Stephanie as she crammed another cookie in her mouth.

“I know I’m fat.”

“Not fat. Maybe a little chubby. But I think you look good with a little meat on your bones,” said Rodney as he sauntered over as best as his fat body would allow him to and snatched himself up a cookie.

Stephanie turned toward him and could help but grab her belly and shake it.

“This is a bit too much meat in all the wrong places.”

“Nonsense. I think you’re a very cute chubby bunny, way nice than any skin and bones Playboy Bunny I’ve ever seen. You’re hotter than ever, and… hey.. I mean I like a girl who can eat too.”

Stephanie felt herself blush. Was this really happening? Was she really letting Rodney of all people hit on her so openly? And was she really enjoying it? She had to be honest with herself, the fact that he was the only one showing her actual positive attention was a real turn on. She couldn’t help but lean forward as she picked up another cookie and let him get a good look at her crumb filled cleavage.

“Is that so?” she asked, actually managing to summon whatever bit of sultriness she still had left in her. She was pleased that Melody hadn’t stolen all of it.

“Hell yeah… in fact…”

Rodney was starting to feel unusually bold. There were butterflies in his stomach that might have gotten mixed with the copious amount of liquid courage he had already ingested, but he wasn’t about to blow this now. He needed to stick the landing.

“In fact, if you wanted to get out of here, we could go back to my place and order up a pizza, maybe put on a movie.”

The movie sounded like an incredibly boring idea to Stephanie… but the pizza…. Somehow the pizza sounded incredibly tempting. She knew she shouldn’t. She shouldn’t even eat any more cookies. Going home with Rodney would be social suicide and eating that pizza might as well be putting on her on the road to obesity with no going back.

And yet… she had already come so far. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe there was no going back and this was the beginning of her much fatter future. Maybe there was no use fighting it.

The rumbling of her greedy gut told her that her speculation was correct. She wanted that pizza. She needed that pizza.

Slowly, Stephanie’s frosting covered lips curled into a smile that showed off the dimples of her chubby cheeks.

“Sure. Let’s get out of here.”

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Stephanie couldn’t believe she was doing this, but that pizza just smelt so good.

“You know you want it,” smiled Rodney as he held the pizza to Stephanie’s lips.

But then as she went to bite it, Rodney pulled it away again, and when he did his other hand reached forward and gave her belly roll a hard pinch.

“Not so fast, piglet.”

Stephanie’s face grew flushed, from the embarrassment of being called a piglet and having her belly pinched, from the panic at having the pizza that she found herself craving being pulled away from her, and from an unexplained sense of arousal at the whole thing.

How could Rodney, this fat loser, this guy she had spent so much time making fun of suddenly have so much control over her at this moment.

“Do you want it?”

“You know I do,” Stephanie purred as she danced her fingers across Rodney’s leg toward his groin. Part of her was repulsed as her fingers sunk into the flesh of Rodney’s flabby thigh, but she wanted to feel good, and he was the one guy to give her positive attention all evening, so she was determined to cling to it and not let him go.

“Then ask for it,” said Rodney with a wicked grin.

“Won’t you give it to me?”

“Say please.”

Stephanie had never felt so weak and so wet at the same time. Her pulse quickened as her chubby thighs quivered.

“Please. Please give it to me.”

“You need it, don’t you?”

“I need it so bad. Give it to me.”

“You need this piece of pizza cause you’re a greedy little piglet.”

“I need that pizza because I- I need it so bad.”

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just call herself a piglet, no matter how fat she had gotten, no matter how much that pizza was calling her name.

But the rumbling in her stomach grew louder, and the warmth between her legs grew more intense, and Stephanie had to admit to herself that her arousal was coming from more than just Rodney’s teasing. Her pleasure was becoming tied directly to eating that pizza.

As she leaned forward with her mouth open, double chin bouncing, Rodney reached forward with the pizza slice toward her waiting mouth. Stephanie let out a soft moan as the scent of the pizza tickled her nose, and she felt her tongue touch its slip. The grease of the cheese started to coat her tongue, and as she went to bite down on it, Rodney pulled the slice away again.

“If you want it, you’re going to have to oink for it.”

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Heidi felt like a hog.

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How had she ended up like this?

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