"Chubby Vampire Gets Her Fill" - An Exclusive Cut

Here is a short spinoff tale from "The Plump Princess in the Mirror".

Enjoy!

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Stella lived a charmed life… or at least she had lived a charmed life. Now she found herself unfortunately feeling rather cursed, and not in a metaphorical kind of way. This wasn’t just a case of bad luck that makes one say “I feel so cursed.” No. Stella had made the mistake of walking into a magical costume shop and walking out wearing a cursed costume.

All Stella wanted to do was enjoy Halloween dressed up as a sexy vampire, and now she was a chubby one instead.

She looked down at the invasive pot belly that had taken over where her sexy six pack abs once were. Those muscles were made with hours at the gym and a careful control of her diet. Stella had earned the right to show them off, to brag about them, to wave them about as proof of her own superiority, and now…

Stella’s hands squeezed the soft pliable flesh between her chubby fingers. She gave her generous pot belly a pinch, and then a pull, and from there she lifted her fat little gut up and gave it a shake. She did everything she could think of to investigate the pudge around her middle and prove to herself once again that it was real. This included pushing, poking, and even doing a few jumps in front of the mirror like she used to do in her cheerleading days. The jumping quickly stopped when she realized just how much wild bounce her new belly had, and it was even more disheartening when she stopped and still watched her flabby belly jiggle without her having to move.

The belly was definitely a problem. It ensured that none of her clothes fit properly anymore. Everything she tried on looked incredibly unflattering thanks to the new gut and the matching set of thick juicy love handles she was sporting. Even the pajamas she was still currently stuck in most of the way through the day were ill fitting. The waistband was stretched out to its limit, and her roly poly paunch spilled right over it, forcing her shirt to ride up and put her pudgy muffin top on full display.

Of course, while her portly pot belly was her most prominent feature, it wasn’t the only part of her that had gotten chubby.

Stella’s thighs had gotten thicker, and the fabric of her pajama pants now rubbed together uncomfortably, and when she was in shorts or just her underwear it was even worse. That was when Stella could really watch her thigh fat jiggle, soft and pliable and covered in cellulite. It was embarrassing to have legs that looked and felt so weak and chubby, so pathetically out of shape. She didn’t know what to do. All of her designer jeans were right out. There was no way she could cram her legs into them without them looking like overstuffed sausages. Even her nicer shorter dresses made her feel extremely self-conscious. She had been reduced to the kind of chubby girl who was overly reliant on leggings and unflattering sweatpants. 

Those sweatpants were stretched in all directions in no small part due to her large butt. Stella had always been proud of her perky bubble butt, but now that she was packing two pounds of ham into a one pound bag, her spongy blubber butt was another point of embarrassment. She had chunky cheeks now that flopped like flabby bags of fat. Her chubby cheeks were soft, saggy cushions covered in cellulite, and they had a sway that was all their own whenever Stella moved. She could feel the way they were constantly shifting no matter how tight her pants were. They were always calling attention to themselves and threatening to pop out of any pants she was trying to wear. Whenever she bent down, she was cursed with a generous plumber’s crack thanks to the size of her bulging butt cheeks. She used to love the way her ass turned heads, but now any added attention to her rounded rear made Stella feel extra self-conscious since it reminded her so much of what she had lost.

Her arms had lost all their tone as well. Stella’s arms were always trim, but they looked strong. She had a good amount of wiry muscle, and now it was all flab. She had gotten soft all over, and her biceps were no exception as they were now flabby bingo wings. Even her fingers had gotten chubbier. Stella had never particularly noticed the shape of her fingers until they had grown to be chubby digits, and suddenly she missed what she had so easily taken for granted. Having bingo wings was a bummer.

Of course, the bigger bummer was her much softer face. It had grown round and plump just like the rest of her with chubby cherub cheeks and a solid double chin that became even more noticeable whenever Stella frowned which was often given her current situation.

And what made her frown more than anything else at the moment was the fact that she had to get into her Halloween costume. She didn’t want to. She knew she would look ridiculous, and she would much rather pretend to be sick and curl back up in bed instead of going off to her friend’s Halloween party and humiliating herself, but she knew she couldn’t stop. The magic compelled her to pull out the skimpy Vampirella costume that she knew would highlight all the fat she had gained, showcasing the flab with the small amount of fabric that would cling tightly to all the wrong places.

In order to do that, she would need to of course undress.

Stella hated standing there naked. She couldn’t get over how her plump body looked, how vulnerable she felt. She remembered every locker room she had ever been in, all the judgmental looks and catty comments she had thrown at the less in shape girls, and as she looked at her own soft, naked body, it was like all of those barbs were pointed at her now that she was the chubby one.

The costume didn’t help. It was basically just a skimpy one piece bathing suit, but even that was just a technicality. It was a one piece, sure, but that piece was very small and was designed to leave very little to the imagination. 

The bottoms were basically a thong at this point thanks to Stella’s chunky cellulite cheeks eating so much of the fabric, and the high cut fully exposed her fat thighs and hips. Technically, the fabric ran up her sides, but it was pushed forward by her meaty love handles which stuck out and made themselves known. The fabric then crossed over her saggy breasts which had to be heavily boop taped in to keep them from flopping about and exposing themselves. The fabric then tied around her thick neck and came with a high white collar to give her the vampire look. 

The cut of the costume meant that a window was formed to expose Stella’s midsection. This was what she wanted. When she envisioned what she would look like in this costume, she expected to showcase her six pack abs. Now, that window prominently displayed her pudgy pot belly, drawing focus to the squishy nature of her soft flabby stomach which stuck outward proudly even as Stella was ashamed of what she had become.

As she headed off to the party, she couldn’t help but notice the way that her belly bounced with each step, jiggling endlessly, and she also noted the way her blubbery butt bounced and her thighs slapped together. She used to be so tight and toned and all of this movement was so alien to her. She was a chubby, jiggly, wobbly mess as she made her way toward the party and what she knew would be her ultimate humiliation.

Her entrance was met with stares and whispers. Stella could tell right away that people weren’t sure it was her at first, but it wasn’t because her costume was so good at disguising her. The crowd was clearly stunned by both her weight and the fact that she would seemingly put it all on display like this.

“Is that Stella?”

“Yeah. She’s put on a little weight, hasn’t she?”

“A little weight is putting it lightly.”

“And she’s certainly not doing that.”

“You two are so mean.”

“And she’s so chubby.”

Stella tried to keep her head held high mostly because she knew that when she tilted it her double chin got that much worse. But it was getting harder to do as she kept hearing people talking about her costume.

“What was she thinking?”

“I think she’s supposed to be a vampire?”

“But she looks like a pig.”

“She looks like she’s really gotten her fill.”

“Yeah. Of milkshakes instead of blood.”

“I’m all for body positivity, but it’s like, girl, dress for the body you have.”

“I didn’t realize she had gotten so chunky.”

“I love it.”

“After all the mean things she’s said about others? Karma is a fat bitch.”

As Stella wandered through the party and the catty comments she realized that her body had somehow led her directly to the buffet table.

“Please, no,” she whispered, but her hands were already moving toward a tray of cupcakes.

She began to double fist those cupcakes, tearing off the paper off with her teeth and stuffing her cheeks full with no regard to the crumbs she was dropping all over her chest.

“Chubby girl loves her cupcakes.”

“Looks like her love of cupcakes has given her quite the muffin top.”

“A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.”

“I can’t believe she was able to hide her weight gain for so long.”

“Well not anymore.”

Stella kept stuffing her face, moving from cupcakes to cookies to delicious premade smores. Chocolate and marshmallow smeared against her chins.

“She’s looking like she’s really enjoying those smores.”

“It makes sense. You are what you eat, and she’s starting to look like a marshmallow.”

Stella stuffed herself until her stomach was even more bloated than before. She finished her feast by chugging a big glass of punch, letting it dribble down her chins and onto her chin and belly. Then she wiped her lips with the back of her chubby hand and let out a very unladylike burp.

She turned around and could see all the people laughing at her as she couldn’t help but slap and shake her blubbery belly in a show of satisfaction, another thing that brought Stella even more humiliation.

“Looks like she enjoyed herself.”

“It looks like she’s been enjoying herself a lot lately.”

“Too much. Look at that gut!”

“I just want to pinch it.”

“I don’t think she’ll ever be thin again.”

“Oh no, she’s going to be chubby forever.”

“At best. But I saw the way she just stuffed herself, we all did. She’s going to be a full blown fatty.”

“No doubt about that. She’s a fat girl now.”

Stella could hear all of these things and lacked the confidence to respond. She knew they were telling the truth. Beyond this party, she knew there was no going back. She was just like the girls she had always made fun of.

And she was only going to get fatter.