"The Scales of Time": Epilogue Part 2

My apologies for the length between posts. This is one of my busy times of year, and it was hard to find the time to land this bad boy properly, but here we are. This final epilogue is over 4,500 words long and brings the entire piece to a novel length 63,000 words and change. I hope that you will find it sums this story up nicely while teasing some more to come.

I'll be posting more updates about what's coming to my patreon tomorrow, but for now...

Enjoy!

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“I’m so damn fat.” 

Vivian sighed as she grasped the lower roll of her blubbery double belly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she once again realized that her fat hands were not big enough to hold her massive gut. It wasn’t enough that the fat oozed through her fingers with gravity pulling it down and the soft malleable flesh finding any space to poke through. Her loose sloppy fat also flowed over either side of her hands like an oversized melting marshmallow.

This wasn’t a life. This was hell. Her own personal FAT hell. Vivian felt like a prisoner in a fleshy prison she did not recognize. Of course, it wasn’t enough that she was extremely morbidly obese weighing in at just over 600 pounds, she was also stuck with two distinct set of memories, one of the life she led where she was always a perfect slim and sexy vixen right up until that damn contest, and another set of memories that the magic had implanted in her as a way of making this new terrifying reality of hers make sense. She could remember years worth of being tormented as her weight spiraled out of control just as well as if she had actually lived through them. She remembered everything she had lost and had all of the experiences of living life like one of the people she had always cruelly made fun of.

And she was 600 pounds.

That couldn’t be stated enough. Vivian was an absolute land whale, and the only reason she was able to move herself around well enough to do her janitorial duties without relying on a motorized scooter to get around was because the magic had left her with enough strength to move her bloated body along almost as another cruel joke. But even then, Vivian could feel her strength waning from time to time, and with the way she ate she knew she was going to be gaining more weight.

Vivian’s entire body quivered at her acceptance of that inevitability. The fact that she could so easily think that she was going to somehow get even fatter than she already was was terrifying in its own right. Forget about even considering the possibility of losing weight. Vivian was suddenly sadly resigned to getting fatter and fatter and in doing so she could easily see herself finishing her shifts and puttering home on her mobility scooter with a double wide seat and her ass cheeks still overflowing the edges.

That thought made the tears finally roll down her fat face.

Her face was so piggish with her beady eyes and her jiggly jowls, fat cheeks that drooped downward in a perpetual frown. Her previously cute nose was no bloated with fat, swollen and upturned like a pig snout. And the chins she sported were a multitude, at least three if not more depending on how much she bent her head down. Her chins completely covered her thick neck. And the fat didn’t stop there. It filled her shoulders giving her a sad, defeated slouched and then filled up her arms like overstuffed pillows.

Vivian’s breasts were like great sagging boulders, huge fleshy mounds covered in stretch marks that would have hung like pendulums were it not for her heavy duty bra. Even then, the force of gravity pulled them down and strained her fat back. Luckily, that heavy duty bras was helped by the fact that Vivian’s gelatinous gut acted as a suitable shelf made of rich buttery fat.

That fat went as far outward as gravity would allow before tumbling down and sagging like a big apron of fat past her nether regions, down her tree trunk like thunder thighs and reaching for her fat knees. Her whole body was dripping with folds of fat. Even those thick thighs were filled with so much fat that they spilled over her knees just like her billowing bingo wings spilled over her elbows.

It was a good thing that Vivian’s janitorial uniform was a one piece jumpsuit that allowed her fat belly to flow freely inside it. Most things Vivian might wear either had to be shapeless muumuus, stretchy pants that would humiliatingly allow her lower belly to be tucked into them, or something where she just gave up and let her sloppy belly spill out. Even when she tucked her big blubbery belly into her sweats, the upper roll still tended to flow over the waistband and out from under whatever stained and over stretched shirt she was wearing.

Vivian’s ass ballooned out behind her and had a terrible habit of knocking things over which made her job as a jumbo sized janitor that much more difficult. Her big blubbery butt cheeks would often knock things over and force her to reclean areas she had recently finished scrubbing. And getting down on all fours was difficult enough as it was. Getting up again was the hardest part of her job thanks to her massive belly weighing her down like a lead weight. Her belly was so bulbous in fact that when she was on all fours it slapped against the floor and spread outward like a pool of fat.

It wasn’t just her saggy belly that weighed her down of course. Just like her gut, her heavy breasts also worked with gravity to pull her downward. And from above, her wide rump worked like a heavy weight to keep from rising to her big fat feet. Even when she got to those feet again her blubbery ass threatened to cause her to topple over and she relied heavily on her big belly as a counterweight that caused her to wobble but eventually allowed herself to even out. Of course, that wasn’t always the case, and there were multiple occasions where she would tumble over if she didn’t find something to steady herself, and she would need to begin the humiliating process of struggling to get back up all over again.

Once she was finally up, going anywhere was its own nightmare thanks to the way those titanic ass cheeks of hers slapped under her tremendous thunder thighs. Her waddling was so slow and ponderous that she felt like a big fat slug. She felt weak and pathetic because she was weak and pathetic thanks to the fact that her body was so incredibly fat and flabby.

Still, Vivian forced herself to waddle about. She had no choice. And eventually, though it took her quite a long time to get her big fat body out of bed, and an even longer time to get herself actually ready to start her day, her day would lead to her lumbering down the stairs and often running into her mother and sister who though not nearly as massive as her were also both incredibly obese and miserable about it.

“Look whose fat ass finally woke up,” spat Vivian’s sister Elizabeth.

“Oh, shut up, Blubber Butt.”

“Blubber Butt? That’s rich coming from you, Fatso. Your ass is titanic!”

“Shut up.”

“Your ass should get its own zip code.”

“I said-”

“It’s already got its own gravitational pulled,” snarked Elizabeth as she staggered toward Vivian in mockery with her flabby thunder thighs slapping together with each step.

“You’re fat too! You’re a big fat, fatty, you sow!”

“Yeah? And whose fault is that? You’re the reason we’re in this mess, you big fat failure.”

“Enough!” decried their mother Annabelle as she slammed her shaking fist against the kitchen table. 

She looked down at her hand, and in the silence she could help but compare it to the hands of her two doughy daughters.

While their hands were both fat, Annabelle's hands were decidedly plump and with the sagginess to that comes with age. She wanted to cry as the saw the large veins and patchy, discolored and crepe skin. She felt a tear run past another wrinkle that was forming on her fat face and wiped it away before tucking her hair back behind her ear with a trembling hand as she tried to collect herself. Her fair was slicked with grease and streaked with far more gray than she ever thought she would see.

“If you could have won your contest without your sister’s help, Elizabeth, we might not be in this mess. You’re both to blame, you thoughtless cows. I raised two fat failures for daughters and look where it got me.”

Annabelle pawed at the sallow flesh of her fat cheeks and let out a long drawn out groan like a dying animal before turning and waddling out of the room. As she did so, her blubber butt bumped against the kitchen table and knocked over her half-empty wine glass.

Vivian and Elizabeth glared at each other with such intensity that their fat bodies quivered before Vivian finally caved, let out a wail, and stormed off (as fast as her fat legs would allow) in a huff of her own. Just like her mother, Vivian’s big blubbery behind also banged into the table, and this time it sent the already knocked over wine glass rolling until it fell off the table and shattered on the floor.

“Oh, you’re just going to leave me to clean up your mess, Fat Ass! Well screw you, Fatso!” yelled Elizabeth.

But Vivian didn’t care; she couldn’t care. Her life was already a living hell and having a fight with her sister over a shattered wine glass would have just been more garbage on the same pile. Besides, she had enough cleaning up to do at work.

And of course work was awful. Julie was a terror as she had been since she won the challenge. Julie took great pleasure in throwing any insult that Vivian had ever paid her back in Vivian’s face tenfold. Having her belly grabbed shouldn’t have been as shocking as it was to Vivian since Julie did it so often, and yet, no matter how many times she had her fat squeezed and shook by someone's hands other than her own, Vivian never could get used to it. Vivian couldn’t even blame Julie, really. When Julie was the fat ass and Vivian was the vixen, grabbing Julie’s big gut and giving it a shake was one of her favorite ways to put Julie down. It was the ultimate display of dominance. And, now that the tables were turned, Julie was more than happy to return the favor.

So Vivian was left to sulk, and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Once she was finished with work she was determined to get the hell out of dodge, coven and punishments be damned. She was going on the lam. She stopped by home only briefly and then got back in her car and drove off, following the highway with no clear destination in mind accept away from where she was.

The problem Vivian faced however, was the fact that she used to drive a BMI and have a spare Mercedes and now she drove around in a beat-up twelve year old Toyota Corolla. Her car was on its last legs and decided to give out on her as she was in the middle of her escape.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Meanwhile, Julie still found herself in the mall standing in a familiar antique shop looking at an enormous ball of a woman, the only woman Julie knew to be fatter than Vivian, dressed in a tight blue velour tracksuit and smelling faintly of maple syrup. The mirror that had turned Eloise’s parents into fatties and sapped them of their powers was now covered again, and for that Julie was extremely grateful.

“Good afternoon…”

The mirror witch could sense Julie’s unease and chuckled.

“You can still just call me Sabrina, dear. I understand you’re on official business for your mother, but I’m not one to stand on formality.”

Julie let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Sabrina. My mother requests that you join us for a Conclave of Covens tonight.”

“How exciting. It has been quite a while since I’ve been summoned to one of these things.”

Julie’s eyes darted to the covered mirror as she swallowed hard in fear that she may have insulted the owner.

“It is not a summons. My mother would like you to know it is a request. She was… specific.”

“Your mother does not make requests lightly. And on such short notice too.”

“The matter is urgent.”

Sabrina gave half a laugh as she slowly nodded, a subtle motion that sent her multiple chins wobbling.

“Yes. I’m well aware of what the matter is.”

“She said you would be.”

“Tell your mother I will be there.”

There was something very calm about the way Sabrina spoke, and yet the weightiness of her words caused a knot in Julie’s stomach.

“Thank you,” she practically whispered.

Then, as Julie began to leave the store, she remembered something as she felt the watch growing warm in the back pocket of her jeans almost like it was making itself known, and she knew she couldn’t ignore it. Turning back around, Julie fished the golden pocket watch out of her jeans and offered it back to Sabrina.

“And thank you so much for this. It really meant everything. But… I suppose you want it back now. It is yours after all.”

Sabrina gently wagged one of her fat fingers, an fact that caused the fat to quiver across her flabby arm.

“Totems are only as powerful as the people who wield them dear. It can only do what you make it do. Your choices, that’s what won you the day, not the watch. And I think you should keep it.”

“But it’s so powerful.”

“So are most of the things we use, dear. But I certainly think it would be better off in your hands, in use if needed, than sitting around back here gathering dust. That would be a waste of time, if you pardon the pun.”

Julie laughed softly with lack of certainly, and then as she clutched the watch in her hand she threw her head back and let out a full throated laugh as the confidence began to surge through her. She looked at Sabrina and nodded.

“Yes, yes. Thank you so much again, for everything. I’ll see you tonight.”

Then, Julie looked at the watch once more, pocketed it, and made her way out of the store.

Later that day, as she arrived at the Conclave of Covens, Julie’s left hand couldn’t stop trembling even as she ran into her Aunt Cass just outside the chamber door. Cass looked stunning in a curve hugging purple dress that gave her at least and hint of Jessica Rabbit, and she reached out a hand to steady her nervous niece.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah… first time at one of these.”

“Mine too. Let’s get through this together.”

The two walked in arm and arm and faced the room full of representatives from other covens. As the host coven, Julie and her aunts were allowed to join the room as witnesses, but most everyone else was represented by one member. There was of course Sabrina who had dismissed her pretend need for a motorized scooter and was instead using her magic to float about the room like a low flying parade balloon. Talking to her at the moment was Yakov Bok who Julie was already well familiar with. She had dropped off his invitation at the mall as well.

Then there were the two that Julie did not know. One, owl eyed person with a mousy nose and wildly tangled hair sat off by herself in the corner of the room where clothes that looked from across the room that they smelled rather earthy (as a nice way of putting it). Everything about her screamed druid. And in almost direct contrast to her was the man Julie’s mother was talking to and waving her toward. He was an elegant looking and handsome older man styled in a well fitted suit and a silk cravat. 

“Julianna, meet Victor Brimwaite, you’ve already met his daughter.”

“Ah yes, my youngest, an adult in theory and yet I suppose I’ve spoiled her too much for her own good. It’ll do her well to learn some humility.”

“I’m sure Gwendolyyn will see to that nicely,” Julie said which as much formality and confidence as she could muster up.

“Yes. I’m sure she will. Charmed to meet you by the way, I heard your particular challenge was quite the event.”

“It was as important as anyone else’s challenge. Perhaps it was of a bit more note purely because it happened to be last.”

“Ha,” Victor chuckled curtly and then gestured with an open palm toward Katrina.

“See? Humility. You’ve done an excellent job with her.”

“My daughter does an excellent job of standing on her own.”

“Yes. Of course. Well, I think I will bow out and keep my mouth shut lest I talk myself into any trouble.”

And then Victor did just that with a curt bow of his head before turning around a walking over to his seat.

From there it was clear that the meeting was getting ready to beginning, and Katrina started to summon people to their seats when suddenly the door flung open and in came a rather short woman in a wrinkled trench coat practically being led into the room by the chewed up cigar she was currently carrying in her other hand. She moved and spoke in a mile a minute herky jerky manner and gave no attention to the fact that the trilby she was wearing had tumbled off of her head as she practically threw herself into the room.

“My apologies. My apologies. We can go ahead and get started now.”

“And you are?” Asked Katrina with a raised eyebrow.

“Kylie Falker, at your service, ma’am.”

“I called for your mother to be here.”

“Yeah. Mom’s real sorry about that, but she had business that she needed to take care of personally. Couldn’t be helped. Absolutely couldn’t be helped. So, respectfully, she sent me here in her stead.”

“Without notice?” Katrina scoffed.

“You know mom,” said Kylie and then abruptly took her seat without any further information.

Julie looked from this strange woman to her mother and back again. It wasn’t often, if ever, that Julie had seen her mother so flustered, and she was curious as to what would happen next.

Luckily, for Kylie, the thing Katrina did next was start the meeting.

“It has been some time since we have all gathered together like this, and you all know for whom we keep the empty chair.”

Katrina gestured around the table and stopped with her hand pointing out the lone unoccupied chair. Julie had wondered why the table had been set for seven heads.

“She’s not going to suddenly join us is she? Things have been so much less heated without her around.” laughed Victor until a quick glance around the room at everyone else’s silence caused that laughter to catch in his throat and his rather tan face to blanch. 

Without another word, Katrina simply nodded to Sabrina who slid a hand mirror across the table. As the mirror reached the center it grew in size and projected a series of images, women, some thin and glamorous, some immensely fat and sloppy.

It took Julie a moment to realize what she was actually seeing. Reflections of realities. She couldn’t help but smile to herself. The thin women she were seeing mostly looked like the kind of slim and sexy vixens that Vivian once was, and found less than no sympathy from her. They looked like haughty popular bullies who had gotten what they deserved, just like Vivian. The whole thing made her want to laugh.

But her mother’s silence stayed her laughter. And while her mother would never let it outwardly show, Julie could sense something else in her, a bit of fear that Julie never knew her mother was able to possess, and that sent a tremble up Julie’s spine as her mother spoke.

“The Nightmare Witch is back in play.”

There was a collective gasp from three of the other five coven heads, all but Sabrina who had clearly known as well as Julie’s mother, and-

“Yeah. We get it. Great. Thank you. Thank you for the show, beautiful really. Such class.”

Julie watched as her mother, Katrina, shot Kylie a death glare that she was certain would have killed most others and then watched as Kylie simply stood up from her seat.

“Do you know what we’re talking about, you impudent girl?”

“Yes, ma’am I do, and I have to tell you my mother, a very smart woman- really far smarter than me- would that she could be here, but she warned me something like this might come up and made our family position very clear. We don’t care.”

As if to further emphasize that lack of care, Kylie pulled out a golden lighter with a trim of filigree similar to Julie’s pocket watch, and began to relight her cigar.

“My mother was very explicit in her messaging. You can all feel free to do whatever you want, but we’re not interested in attempting to police an individual who has a right to a seat at our table. Furthermore, we are very aware of what the real problem is, a problem you all seem content to ignore- books, books falling into the hands of those who should not have them and causing havoc that they do not fully understand. And despite the fact that my mother- again, a wonderful woman- has called on help in this matter multiple times, you have all been perfectly content to stick to your own things. And she has told me to tell all of you that, respectfully, you can screw.”

Before the stunned crowd could even react, Kylie was already on her way out of the room before whipping around with a flare of her trenhcoat and her finger in the air with wisps of her cigar smoke dancing around it.

“Just one more thing. I sensed some major book magic on campus when I got here. That’s why I’m late. So you may want to look into getting your own house in order, but don’t worry. I’m on the case.”

With that, Kylie gave a flick of her cigar and sent her trilby which had been laying on the floor back up to the top of her head and flew out of the room just as suddenly as she had entered it.

And the rest of the room was all left to contemplate what had just happened and, more importantly, what to do next.

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“Fuck my life!” barked Vivian as she sat at the edge of the highway stuck between her college town and the next in her broken down Toyota Corolla. 

Her gut and breasts were so large that she couldn’t even lean forward enough to slam her fat head against the wheel in frustration.

Instead, all she could do was sit there impotently with her seat pushed as far back as it would go and her double belly still pressed against the bottom of the steering wheel. Even driving this far had been an exhausting exercise due to the awkward angle she was forced to hold her flabby arms in order to drive thanks to the extreme rotundness of her massive frame. But now her car had given up before her fat ass could.

Simultaneously, she had managed to blow her front driver’s side tire- which was far more worn than all of the rest thanks to the constant strain of her corpulent form perpetually tilting the car in its direction- while her engine overheated. And now she was stuck on the side of the road with a dead cellphone that she had forgotten in her haste to pack a charger for and with no idea what to do other than sit and hope for a miracle. She was so close and yet so far from the exit ramp, and the idea of even attempting to waddle into town was a preposterous one. Vivian was stuck waiting and hoping that someone would see her stuck here on the side of the road and call for help. And until that moment came, all she could do was sit there like a big fat lump with her fat hands on her blubbery belly and cry with such violent sobs that her whole body quivered.

Then a car pulled up behind her, one that Vivian thought looked familiar. She could have sworn it had slowed down before to look at her and must have circled back to see if she was still in need of help. It was a large SUV that looked well suited for carting around several very large sized individuals, and Vivian could just make out the sight of two fat women sitting in the front reflected in her driving mirror. 

One of them, the driver, got out and slowly waddled over to Vivian. She was quite the large nerdy looking woman, though not nearly as large as Vivian of course.

“Oh hey there. You look like you’ve run into a bit of trouble.”

“Yeah. That’s the least of it.”

“Well, you ummm… you want me to give you a lift into town? You look like you could use a rest and we can call about the car.”

For the first time all day, Vivian felt her stomach relax as for a moment her anxiety broke like a fever.

“That would be… that would be great. Thank you.”

“Hey. No problem. Us big girls have to stick together, right?”

The words stung, to think of herself as a big girl, but Vivian knew they more than fit. They certainly fit far better than most of the clothes she was wearing nowadays.

“Y..yeah. Thanks again.”

“I’m Marjorie, by the way,” the woman said with a sweet and innocent smile as she offered a hand to Vivian who was struggling to get her massive body out of the car.

“I’m Vivian.”

“Nice to meet you Vivian,” Marjorie replied as the neared her SUV.

“This is my girlfriend, Mildred. You just hop in here, and we’ll take you home to my house for a spell.”

Vivian knew her hopping days were long since behind her, but she was happy to lumber into the SUV and take advantage of any amount of kindness from the rather pleasant stranger and whoever else might help her. It felt strange, but Vivian couldn’t help but feel like things were finally turning around for her.

And then her big fat greedy belly grumbled with hunger.

“Sounds like somebody could use a good meal.”

“Always.”

“Well don’t worry. We know how it is, and dinner should be near ready by the time we get back. My mom’s making chili!”

Vivian had to admit that the idea of a nice home cooked meal, any meal really, was enough to get her mouth watering, a fact that the very eager Marjorie seemed to notice.

“Things will be good, you’ll see. You’re going to just love my mom.”

“I’m sure I will.”