"Skinny Brat/Plump Princess" Prologue

Here's the beginning of my newest story with a prologue featuring an unrelated transformation of a slim woman into a chubby "vampire" which who will definitely be getting her own patreon exclusive spin off story as well. This part of the story, and several more teasers have already been up on my Discord for Talking BS members to read.

Enjoy!

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As Gwen stared at the chubby vampiress who looked far more used to sucking down milkshakes than sucking blood, she couldn’t believe that this was the way her night was turning out.

Mathilde had taken off for the evening and it quickly turned into one of the store’s busiest nights. Already, Gwen had to see to two more bloated belly dancers, a woman she had sent of in a pirate costume whose booty was now growing to epic proportions - she was already waddling on the way out the door, a set of twins who became extremely bottom heavy bimbos in Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and now this.

“What’s this?” demanded the panicked woman.

“You’re a chubby vampire now. You’re welcome.”

“B-But why?”

“I don’t know. Okay? It’s supposed to be a metaphor or something. You’ve been you know like a blood sucker or something, metaphorically so now your greed is manifest in the- Look we’re not obligated to come up with an elaborate story for all of these things. You made fun of fat girls. Now you’re a fat girl. People are going to be very mean to you. There’s your lesson. That’s the lesson. Take the lesson and get out.”

It was some lesson indeed. When the woman first walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been a slender vixen looking for a sexy vampire outfit that would do an excellent job of showing off her tight but generous curves. She was especially proud of her abs. Now, the would be Vampirella was sporting a pot belly that she was clearly ashamed of. Even as she talked with Gwendolyyn, her chubby hands would keep flying to her bulging belly to cover it up, but the moment that she touched the yielding flesh would cause her hands to fly away preferring to pretend that their wasn’t any bit of portly pudge there in the first place. Of course, all that movement just made her pot belly, and the rest of her softened body, quiver that much more.

The Vampiress costume was designed to be flashy and really flatter the right figure. Its shorts were cut much closer to underwear, and the top was a cropped top shaped in a deep v to really showcase the wearer’s breasts and abs, and when the woman had first tried the costume on it did just that. While she was looking in the mirror admiring her slim and sexy form, she was certain that she was absolutely going to turn heads at the Halloween party she was going to go to the next day. Now she felt like if she went there dressed like this she would be turning heads for all the reasons. They would be turning to gawk at her and then turning away to gossip all about her.

She could hear them now, talking about how much weight she had gained, calling her a pig, probably saying things like “She really let herself go” or “Someone’s been really enjoying her snacks.”

And the worst of it was that at the thought of the word snacks her tubby tummy rumbled, and she couldn’t help but touch her greedy little gut even though the softness of it repulsed her.

Yet, she couldn’t help but explore it, letting her fingers dance around and press into the pounds that had been piled onto her frame and confirming her new reality as she played with the pudge between her fingers.

That pudge had replaced hard earned abs, and the costume now shamelessly showcased her softness, the undeniable pot belly that bulged outward and unceremoniously plopped over the waistband of her shorts. Those shorts looked ridiculous now as well. The leg holes had been purposefully cut to give the shorts a v shape and showcase her well toned legs. Any sign of muscle was gone, replaced by pasty thigh fat. Her thunder thighs now jiggled with any sign of movement, and every time she shifted her weight or took a step, the fat slapped together. 

The shorts were thoroughly overtaxed by her blown up blubber butt as well. Her once very perky posterior was now composed of two chunky cellulite covered cheeks that were far less pert and far more saggy. The sheer size of her flabby blubber butt cheeks meant that each over padded cushion was spilling out of the shorts in all directions. They plopped out from the bottoms of the shorts and plumped up over the waistband of the shorts giving her a slight but permanent plumper’s crack.

The top was also strained by her breasts which had grown slightly in size but significantly in sag and now rested on the upper curve of her plush new potbelly. Everything about her was softer including her once muscular arms which were now nice and flabby, and her face which had grown significantly softer. Her delicate facial features were beginning to be lost as her face was now much more rounded with chubby cheeks and a hint of a double chin that became much more noticeable as she looked down to inspect the rest of her changes in frustration.

As she looked at herself, she couldn’t help but catch her reflection in the glass countertop, and the shock of seeing her double chin caused her to stagger backward, flabby flesh jiggling, and tilt her head upward in a vain attempt to hide what had happened to her. The suddenness of the motion merely succeeded in nearly having her boobs bounce out of the top and having her cute little pot belly jiggle like jello.

“She’s just so incredibly pinchable,” thought Gwendolyyn as the chubby vampire’s fat undulated in front of her, but then she managed to snap herself out of her little trance.

“Payment please.”

“What?” asked the confused vampire as her hands went back to her tummy to stop her jiggling midsection and soon found themselves once again nervously pinching and playing with the fat that had settled there.

“Payment please. We accept cash, card, or Apple Pay.”

“I have to pay? Isn’t this enough?” asked the vampire as she shook her belly in emphasis.

Gwen merely shrugged and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, this is the karmic payment for years of making fun of overweight people, yes. But now you still owe me sixty dollars.”

“Sixty dollars? That seems steep for a cursed costume.”

“That’s the curse of capitalism.”

The vampire pouted which made her pudgy double chin plainly visible.

“Do I really have to?”

“Please quit your whining and pay. I’m very busy tonight.”

The vampire looked around the empty store.

“But I’m the only one here.”

“You have no idea how magical costume shops work.”

As if on cue, the bell to the door rang and signaled the grand three rather haughty looking women who came strutting in high heels and designer clothes. Three! Gwen nearly blanched at the sight.

“Card. Now. Please.”

Reluctantly, the chubby vampire handed her card over and paid for the privilege of losing her hard earned hard body for this much softer, jigglier one. Then, with her original clothes still in a bag and the costume on and fully exposing her pudgy body, she turned and pumped into the three women. 

“Honey, are you really wearing that?”

“It’s not at all flattering for a woman of your… size.”

“And softness.”

The vampire tried to get away, but she found herself surrounded by three vultures ready to pick her apart.

Two younger women had entered the store, leading the way. They both looked to be in their early twenties and had the air of privileged party girls around them. Following closely behind was a strikingly beautiful woman, certainly older than the two of them but with a timeless quality about her. She was the kind of woman who could have been in her mid fifties but didn’t look a day over forty if that. She had a much clearer family resemblance to one of the women she was with, and if she was feeling particularly vain she may have been able to convince someone that she was an older sister, but as she entered the store she carried herself with the authority of a potentially domineering mother.

But it was the younger one who did not share the same family resemblance with the other two that took the lead with the insults. She carried herself with an extreme air of superiority. There was a special quality to it, one that Gwen could place as something that came from something more than just being beautiful and rich. There was a special kind of entitlement that came from being a-

“Birthday girl,” noted Gwen as her eyes squinted at the trio.

The only thing more privileged and annoying than a beautiful rich girl celebrating her birthday was a beautiful rich girl celebrating her bachelorette party. Luckily, Gwendolyyn could tell that the birthday girl and the rest of her trio were going to have a few more moments of going at the chubby vampire before Gwenn would have to deal with them.

The trio swarmed the poor chubby vampire, and their barbs came so fast and were so sharp, that she couldn’t tell exactly who was saying what and was just overwhelmed by their venom and her own anxiety.

“Seriously, being tubby is so tacky.”

“Especially in a garish outfit like that.”

“I get that there are curves, but you just don’t have them in the right places.”

“You want more hips than love handles, dear.”

“And that, gut. Gross.”

“I don’t know why you would want to show all that flab off.”

“But waddle off now, little piglet.”

“Enjoy your day, you greedy little oinker.”

As the trio finally grew bored with the formerly fit woman, the chunky vampire, with tears running down her chubby cheeks, was finally able to bolt from the store. The terrible trio got one last laugh out of the flabby girl as they watched her blubbery butt bounce and her thunder thighs slap together with each hurried step.

“I bet her belly wobbles as well,” laughed the birthday girl.

“Oh of course, every part of that little pot belly piglet is soft and wobbly,” laughed the matron.

“What a fatty!” howled the other one far louder than the first to and in a manner that drew their judgmental stares.

“Manners, Madeline,” chastised the woman’s mother.

And then all three turned to Gwendolyyn and she knew she was in for a handful.