TEASER: The Scales of Time Chapter 13

Here's the first 900 words of "The Scales of Time" Chapter 13 which I'm hoping to complete and publish either Friday or Saturday. Feel free to imagine the scale (no pun intended) of this chapter if I feel so good about giving away almost 1,000 words in advance.

Yeah. Lots of stuff is going to go down.

Anyway....

Enjoy!

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Vivian knew that the fatness would soon be upon her and while she was afraid there couldn’t help but have the tiniest bit of morbid curiosity. After all, she was already so damn fat, incredibly obese. How much fatter could she get?

She couldn’t imagine it. Vivian already felt so heavy, like every muscle in her body had gone slack with fat and now she ached without moving, joints she had never felt any pain in before now felt a dull ache just from standing around. She had this huge apron of fat in her hands, and when she let it go it would have been heavy enough to throw off her center of gravity if it weren’t for the titanic ass bulging out behind her and acting like a hefty counterweight anchoring her to the ground.

And even trying to move her fat feet off the ground was a challenge thanks to the tree trunk thunder thighs that wanted to keep her rooted to the earth. She used to be able to run faster than most people she knew. Now her knees were so fat, Vivian wasn’t sure she would be able to lift them high enough to get a run started. Hell, she knew that even walking normally was out of the questions with the girth of her thighs now leaving her with no choice but to awkwardly waddle about. And one look at her fat feet confirmed another of a million small humiliations from the new memories that now seat neatly besides her old ones. She was wearing shoes without laces, specially bought sneakers that she could just step and slip into because the combination of her blubbery belly and thunder thighs had made tying shoes too hard. What would tasks like that be like when she was somehow even fatter?

Just checking the styling of those shoes was hard enough. The size of her breasts and belly made looking straight down at her feet a near impossibility. Instead, Vivian had to, with great difficulty, lift one foot up and to the side and then peer over one of her meaty love handles. This simply act nearly threw her completely off balance and sent her back to the dirt.

Every part of her was working with gravity to keep her grounded. She could have sworn she was so heavy that she was sinking into the ground more than when she got here. Even her breasts, which she had once considered perfect, she would now consider far too big (a thing she had never thought possible before). They sagged and tweak her fat back even though the were contained by what Vivian had to believe was the ugliest bra ever.

She felt like a fat loser because she was a fat loser. She had lost the contest, and now she was fat. And she couldn’t help but wonder how difficult every little task would be, and how cruelly the world would treat her once she got even fatter.

But before she could find out, she had to listen to the same humiliating declaration she had once heard while hiding behind a tree seven years ago, only now she would be on the other end of it instead of Julie’s Aunt Cassopeia or, as history seemed to stand now, her sister Elizabeth. And, perhaps even worse than that, she would have to watch as Julie was declared victorious and then watch Julie take her powers from her.

Julie’s mother slowly raised her hands to silence the raucous crowd.

“It is concluded, and the council now declares that the winner of this challenge is Julianna.”

Julie looked up at her mother, and while she was beaming, her mother was as stoned faced as ever. Still, there was something about the way she said Julianna, the almost imperceptible hitch in her voice as she got to her daughter’s name that hinted at pride.

Then she turned her head toward Vivian.

“Vivian, as per the by-laws of our coven, you are to be stripped of your powers and they are to be given to Julianna so that she may join in our power as a full member.  You will then be given suitable work so that the coven may keep its eyes on you to ensure you share not knowledge of our secrets with the outside world once you are powerless. I now call forth with my sisters for this transformation to commence.”

The line about calling forth with her sisters was even more literal this time because it was only Julie’s mother’s and her two aunts that moved to do anything. Vivian’s mother Annabelle, despite still technically a member of the high council did nothing but stubbornly sit in a state of near unconsciousness still struggling with shock. 

Julie couldn’t help but hope that she would be getting what was coming to her quite soon.

But before anything like that could happen, Julie got to bear witness to the sight she had first seen seven years ago, only now she was the one to benefit from it.

A silvery cloud of energy began to emit from Julie’s family and coalesce into the hands of Julie’s mother. It formed itself into a shimmering silver orb and from that orb shot forth a silver spear that struck Vivian in the heart before lashing out and wrapping around Julie like a tether.

It was happening.