"The Scales of Time" Epilogue 1

This is the first of two epilogues (Really two chapters of what could be one epilogue, but I like the button on the end of this one and wanted to keep it separate). It is likely to be the longer of the two, clocking in at over 3,500 words, but who knows when it comes to me. I often tend to write something with one word count in mind and then end up writing far over it.

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It was one of those fall days where the dying embers of summer still fought off the crisp of the air when Julie went about her business of the day. There were still so many people to check in on.

Eloise grumbled as she began the process of pulling her once slim and sexy and now incredibly obese body out of bed. It was hard for her to imagine that there ever was a point where she used to be able to just spring out of bed, one kick of her legs and she would be on the floor. Now, those legs were jello, huge tree trunks of fat that took considerable effort just to lift. Every part of her wanted to keep her pinned to the crater her fat body had permanently made in her well worn mattress. The weight of fat that she was carrying was trouble enough, but where that fat had settled was making things extra difficult.

The large sack of fat that had replaced her precious abs had it so her thick blubbery belly did everything it possibly could to leave her feeling like a fat useless turtle every time she tried to sit up. Her gut would inevitably just push against her fat thighs and push her back down. She had no choice but to rely on shuffling her fat legs along the bed, fighting against their weight and the weight of her big blubber but anchoring her in place. Then, once she finally got her fat, cellulite covered thunder thighs out of bed, she let gravity do its work. Her fat feet with their sausage toes would eventually touch the floor and then the rest of her fat body would slide like sludge out of bed until she was standing up. The only thing she would have to do at that point is catch herself and not let her huge double belly and large saggy breasts send her toppling over with all their forward momentum. Luckily, that’s when her chunky ass cheeks served as a more than suitable counter balance.

She was like a big fat Weeble who could do plenty of wobbling without falling down.

Eloise felt her whole body bounce and jiggle as she waddled about her bedroom, avoiding the empty snack wrappers and takeout containers that littered her floor. She paused for a moment to look at her reflection in the full length mirror, the sheet she had previously put over it had fallen off, and took stock of what a bloated mess she was with her massive belly and flabby arms, and her face.

Her face used to be so beautiful. She could have been a model on the strength of her face alone, and now it looked so piggish with her chubby cheeks giving her beady eyes and even her nose thickened by the fat that had invaded her previously flawless face. Eloise touched her fat face with her chubby fingers, slid them down her jowly cheeks and poked at the dangling fat that made up her doughy double chin. She pinched the double chin and played with the fat between her fingers. Her face was now greasy from her diet with hints of acne here and there, and her double chin was no exception.

Eloise let her double chin go, shook her head and disappointedly watched as the fat on her face wobbled. Then she slid her hands down her fat sides and got a good pinch of her love handles before sliding her hands to the thick lower roll of her double belly, grasping it so that she could feel the fat oozing through her fingers and then giving the whole damn thing an angry shake. When she finally let go, her gut jiggled like jello until it eventually settled back into place. Then it began to sway again as she turned and began to waddle out of the room. Her sagging belly, that wobbling apron of fat was rumbling with hunger and she was grateful that today was her day off so that she could sit down and enjoy her upcoming feast of a breakfast without having to rush. It would be a good long day of eating ahead for her.

When she got downstairs, something that took quite a while given her size, Eloise found that her father had already lumbered off to work, and her mother was already digging into the feast she had prepared. Her fat mother was absolutely demolishing a plate of pancakes drowning in butter and syrup. She tore into them with reckless abandon, and, as Eloise entered the kitchen, her formerly prim and proper mother barely stopped eating to acknowledge her presence. Instead she shoved a handful of bacon into her greedy mouth and motioned for Eloise to join her in her gluttony with little more than a nod of her head and an animalistic grunt.

That grunt, something that Eloise noted sounded awfully close to a snort, was more than Eloise needed to sit her fat butt on a pair of kitchen stools and start loading up her plate with fattening breakfast fare.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and both Eloise and her mother, mid-chew, looked loath to push their fat butts away from their meal to go get it. Luckily, for them, that’s when Eloise’s sister, Madison came springing into the room.

“Don’t worry, my favorite piggies, I’ve got it. I know how much you big blubbery couch potatoes hate to move once you’ve got the feedbags strapped on.”

Maddie was still rather chubby, but she was dressed to the nines and ready to head to campus. She carried herself with far more confidence than Eloise had ever known her to possess, something that probably had to do with the fact that she was now the only one in the family left with any magic, but also had to do with the fact that Madison had recently gotten herself a rather powerful mentor as she began her preparations for her own challenge down the road.

Eloise’s sister made a big show of having to work to avoid running into Eloise’s bulbous butt and then leaned forward to grab Eloise by the love handles that were spilling out of her shirt and then giving her muffin top a mighty jiggle.

“That’s right. Keep eating, BIG sis. We wouldn’t want you wasting away. Right, Piggy?”

With that barb and a hard twist of Eloise’s soft, buttery fat that elicited a nice loud squeal as intended, Madison practically skipped to the door where her new mentor was waiting for her.

“Julie! Come on in!”

Julie looked radiant as she flipped her red hair over her shoulder and entered the house, her curvy body giving her the confident strut of a model. Shuffling behind her was a much less confident looking woman whom Madison regarded with her devilish smile.

“Hello Reyna.”

Reyna Aguilar’s figure had seen better days and the now rather paunchy woman stood in the doorway with her shoulders slouched and her belly spilling out from under her shirt, but at least she was doing better than her former co-conspirator, Darla.

Darla had been fattened up and sent off to live with her father, some powerless farmer out in the Midwest. It was hard enough to picture the previously glamorous Darla being a corn fed butterball let alone a fat farm hand crammed into overalls as she fed chickens and pigs, milked cows, and shoveled manure all day, but that was her big fat miserable life now. Darla’s mother, along with Reyna’s mother, were now working as rather rotund and dumpy workers in the local mall, selling cinnamon rolls, scones and other treats in the food court stall owned and operated by the family of Yakov Boq. 

For her part, Reyna still got to keep her powers and was technically speaking a full member of the coven, certainly higher ranking than Maddie, but in reality, Reyna had been reduced to little more than a toadie who had to follow very specific rules as evidenced by Madison piling a plate high with pancakes for her.

“Here you go, little piglet. Eat up.”

Reyna dutifully dug into the plate of fattening food that had been laid out in front of her. This was part of the conditions for getting to stay in the coven. She had to give up the figure she had been so proud of and agree to be fattened over time. And with every big bite of pancakes her double chin popped out to say hello.

Julie glanced over at her project as she ate, but her attention was much more taken up by the woman who once made fun of her, Eloise.

“Hello, Eloise. I bet you were hoping not to see me today.” She said as she reached around and gave Eloise’s love handle a big squeeze.

“Still a growing girl I see. That’s a good powerless piggy. No more flaunting your figure or calling people names. The world is better off with you like this, the coven certainly is at any weight- oops, I mean rate. Don’t worry.”

Julie felt Eloise’s belly weigh heavily in her hand.

“We’re not staying long. My mother has important business that I’m supposed to see her about. Shame it’s your day off, but we’ll be sure to stop by the dining hall to say to your good friend Vivian for you.”

Eloise couldn’t help but smirk. Vivian ending up fatter than her was the only good thing to come out of this whole mess. Then Julie’s squeezing of her belly brought her back down to earth and made her give a loud squeal.

Once Reyna had finished her breakfast, her second for the day, the trio headed off to the campus and their next stop for the day, the dining hall.

It was still a beautiful, and very hot day, when Julie and the others got to campus. Plenty of people were strutting around still dressed in crop tops and shorts. As they walked toward the dining hall, they even saw a trio of girls lounging on the grass in bikinis as if they were hanging out at the beach. 

Inside the mall, the trio had a quick meal, one that was loaded with calories for Reyna, and then spotted the real reason for stopping in the dining hall, Julie’s favorite prey, Vivian.

The former queen bee, the now dethroned fat girl, was lumbering about the dining hall carrying out her job as a janitor as best as her incredibly obese body would allow. She struggled to do any task with any real speed since her fat body was stuck waddling about, each step slow and ponderous. Vivian had a hard time picking anything up, and even wiping down tables was a difficult task given the way her blubbery belly kept her pushed away. She often had to fight against that and the weight of her heavy, sagging breasts to do anything.

Worst of all, she was a big fat target to anyone who was in the mood to make fun of of which happened all the time. She was the perfect victim for stereotypical regular campus mean girls, former coven members that she used to dominate, and, of course, Julie.

Julie never missed an opportunity to continue to exact her revenge over and over and over again.

“Look at you. It must be pretty humiliating, right? To have to clean up after all of these people that you used to look down upon? You should feel disgusting. And you look disgusting in this tacky ass uniform that, well, that’s doing your figure no favors. Just look at her, girls. Look at the way this jumpsuit it’s stretched tight against every curve, and there’s a lot of curves to hug. She looks like an absolute parade float doesn’t she?”

Madison laughed hysterically. Having been used to Vivian critiquing her for her weight, Madison was overjoyed to see the tables so thoroughly turned. Even Reyna couldn’t help but chuckle. Old habits die hard, and it was an amusing bit of schadenfreude to watch the former queen bee suffer as such an immense fatty. Of course, Reyna’s reaction was a bit more muted because she knew the feeding schedule Julie and the coven had put her on would see her ballooning up just like Vivian. She just clung to the hope that there was no way she could ever end up that big. Right?

Julie, egged on by the supportive laughter, was nowhere near done with Vivian.

“And I bet the worst part of all this is the hunger, isn’t it? I know what that’s like. Back when I was a total fatty I used to be hungry all the time. I used to sneak snacks whenever I could. It was this terrible gnawing feeling, a compulsion I just couldn’t quit. And that’s in you now, isn’t it? No if I’m correct.”

Vivian stood stone faced and refused to budge much to Julie’s chagrin.

“I said nod if I’m correct, Fatso. You should do as your betters tell you. Am I wrong? Are you somehow maintaining a diet right now?”

Vivian solemnly shook her head, sending her jowls jiggling.

“Then nod that if I’m correct. You’re a big fat fatty that can’t stop stuffing her face, right? You’re a hungry, hungry hippo who thinks about eating all the time, yes?”

Slowly, Vivian began to nod her head with her multiple chins also jiggling and inflating in agreement.

“That’s right, Piggy. I’m sure you’re hungry right now, too. In fact, I bet you now that I’ve got you all nervous, all worked up, you’re thinking about how much you want to stuff your fat greedy face, aren’t you?”

Vivian nodded again as a tear began to roll down her chubby cheek.

“Of course you are. You’re thinking all about how you want nothing more than to drown your sorrows in a bucket of ice cream, not a pint, not a gallon, a bucket. You’re dreaming about cake and pie and all the things that will make you feel better. Because food just feels so good to you now, doesn’t it, Fatty? You can’t help it. Even though you know how fattening it is, even though you know you’ll only make yourself fatter, humiliate yourself more, you can’t stop seeking out food, stuffing your face, and comforting yourself with junk food. Am I right, you big fat greedy cow?”

She tried not to, but Vivian knew she had no choice but to be honest. The rumbling of her big blubbery belly gave her away, and there was nothing she could do but nod once again. Her chins trembled at the admission of her fat fate.

“And that’s why this-”

Julie pressed her hand against the blubbery that composed Vivian’s gargantuan double belly and let her hand sink as far in as the fabric of Vivian’s tightly stretched jumpsuit would allow.

“Isn’t going anywhere.”

Julie went to jiggle Vivian’s belly and found that, thanks to the sheer heft of the apron of fat, Julie had to use both hands to really get her point across.

“It’s funny to see you here, so much fatter than I ever was, barely able to get around on those fat, pathetic tree trunk like thunder thighs of yours while carrying around this gelatinous, mess of a greedy gut that you have, and that cushiony, bloated, cellulite covered bean bag sized blubbery butt you’re lugging around these days. I love watching you walk around, trying to clean things up, really having to work to bend down with your big blubber belly in the way, picking things up only to then have your wide hips and titanic ass knocking more shit over all while people laugh behind your big fat back and right to your big fat piggish face.”

Julie cupped Vivian’s fat face and gave one of her tear stained chubby cheeks a pinch.

“And you know your face is piggish, right? You’ve got those beady eyes and chubby cheeks with those multiple chins that wobble at the slightest bit of movement. Even your nose has gotten fatter. You know how piggish you look, especially when you’re stuffing your big dumb fat face, right? Go on. Nod for me. You know it’s true.”

Vivian nodded obediently.

“There you go! It’s good to be honest. And you know you’re a piggish looking piggy. So oink for us, Piggy.”

“Oink. Oink,” went Vivian without a moment of hesitation.

“Such a good obedient fat girl you are, a well trained pig. Oink again. Louder.”

“Oink! Oink!”

Julie gave Vivian a condescending pat on the head and then a hard smack to Vivian’s wide rump that caused her to squeal.

“Nice job, Piggy. I’d love to stand here and make fun of you all day. And believe me; I could. There’s a fat lot of you to make fun of. But I have pressing coven business to attend to. You remember what that’s like, don’t you? Being in the coven, having power? Oh the hopes and dreams that you once possessed now crushed by your big fat reality. But hey, I’ll say hi to your fat mother and sister for you.”

With that, Julie gave Vivian’s big belly one final pat and then began to lead her cronies out of the dining hall.

On the way out, Julie couldn’t help but catch the eye of a strange chubby woman who she had never seen before, a moon-faced woman who shot Julie a judgmental glare as she furiously wrote something down in a notebook. Was this woman spying on her? Who did she thing she was? Julie couldn’t help but feel a twinge in the back of her mind like something was wrong, something she couldn’t quite place.

But Julie shook her head and continued moving along. Everything was right in her world. This woman, let her be judgy. She was unimportant unlike the business her mother had for her.

In her haste, she didn’t even realize that the trip of bikini blondes lounging on the beach now resembled a trio of beached whales boldly tanning their blubber.

At the mall, Gwendolyyn eyed the racks of costumes as she meticulously pulled, and magically pushed, them into the perfect places, arranging everything just the way she liked it. With a flick of her wrist and a few magic words, the signage on the outside of the store changed from “Katrina’s Closet” to its more seasonal “Katrina’s Costume Collection” complete with bright orange letters with elaborate green and gold filigree.

Before the waifish blonde could even step outside to admire her handiwork, Gwendolyyn turned around to see Julie standing there without her usual companions (whom she left behind on campus to carry out her work alone) and instead with a pretty, buxom yet still rather slender looking goth girl. The goth girl looked to be just a few years younger than both Julie, and herself, and Gwen noticed that she had an air of arrogance about her wrapped up in an annoyed indifference.

“Julianna, what a pleasure to see you as always,” said Gwendolyyn with a nod of respect to the member of the coven’s High Council who was now gracing her presence.

“Good afternoon, Gwendolyyn,” uttered Julie while still getting used to the kind of formality that her new role as a High Council member expected of her in these kinds of situations.

“My mother appreciates the work you are putting into her favorite of our establishments.”

“Well, I am, as always, honored that the High Mother has entrusted me with this position and given me room to experiment.”

“She’s always admired your potential and creativity.”

“Thank you for the kind words.”

“And she has another important task for you.”

“Anything.”

Julie elbowed the skinny but buxom goth girl in the ribs.

“Go ahead. Introduce yourself.”

The goth girl gave a large roll of her eyes and a loud clack of her gum.

“I’m Mathilde,” she said with the disdain she had for having to be here evident on her jet black lips.

“Mathilde comes to us from another coven as a sort of good will gesture. She’s been a bit of a handful apparently, and we’ve been asked to teach her the value of hard work, something we’re sure you are more than capable of handling.”

Gwendolyyn eyed Mathilde’s trim waist with a smile.

“Yes. I’m very certain I can manage it. Thank you for the opportunity.”

She looked back up at Julie.

“Would you like to stay for tea or something?”

“No. No. Thank you. But I still have plenty of my own pressing business to attend to. I’ll leave you two to it.”

With some final nods exchanged between the two, Julie turned and left the store.

Gwendolyyn gave Mathilde a long lingering look and then turned back to the costume rack she had just gotten into place. Her fingers danced along the fabrics, stopping on one in particular-

A sexy piggy costume.

Gwen’s smile stretched from ear to ear as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Come, Mathilde. We’ve got work to do.”