Nightmare Pigs: Epilogue

I switched things up. After I was somehow super creative and efficient on the fourth, and I wanted to keep that going, and the best way I could do that would be by finishing off the epilogue to "Nightmare Pigs" and pushing "Fit Friend, Fat Friend" since it turned out to be harder to crack as extended than I expected.

This post includes all of the stuff that was in the original draft I posted and then over 2,000 more words to bring the whole epilogue to over 4,600 words.

Expect another post about "Nightmare Pigs" and it's future later today.

But for now...

Enjoy!

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Things weren’t always easy for Marjorie. Even in college people aren’t exactly the most mature, and the world can be cruel to people of her size. She knew that. She was well aware of the fact that she was on the higher side of fat, morbidly obese as it were, and that a lot of people would look down at her for that sort of thing. They warned her about medical issues. They insulted her with their fake concern. They called her lazy and out of control and all sorts of names.

But Marjorie also knew she had something for when the world wanted to look down on her, something that would keep her going even through the darkest of times.

Marjorie had some of the best friends anyone could ask for. Her friends were kind to her. They were supportive of her. They were always there for her, and they knew what Marjorie was going through because they were going through it too.

All of Marjorie’s friends were big fat slobs, bloated, gassy girls far from glamorous. And even though each and every one of them was fatter than Marjorie was and faced more insults than she did, and certainly had to deal with a number of hygiene issues that Marjorie didn’t have to deal with, they were all unashamed, and Marjorie found that to be incredibly inspiring.

Take Syn for example.

Marjorie watched Syn waddle into the campus dining hall and instantly watched heads turn to leer and gawk at the fat woman in fishnets and a pair of black shorts that barely contained her bulbous rear end. Syn wore a broken corset that couldn’t hope to contain her massive belly which spilled out from under it and over the waistband of her shorts. Her jelly belly jiggled with each pondering step, and the fishnets threatened to break from the friction of her fat thighs rubbing together. Cellulite covered fat oozed through the holes, and people took notice. Several of them stuck their fingers in their mouths and made a gagging sound, and a few especially mean sorority sisters came up to Syn, poked her in her gelatinous gut and then let loose a loud chorus of moos.

And how did Syn react?

“Fuck you, hos!” she declared with a defiant double bird to her would be tormentors.

Then she slapped her belly and gave it a big shake.

“You jealous? You prissy pricks want some of this? Oh yeah! Look at it! Look at it! Drink it in, losers.”

And then…

PPPPPFFFFFFFPPPHHHRRRRRRRBBBTTTTT!!!!!!

Syn lifted her leg like she was going to take a sumo wrestler stance and instead ripped a titanic fart and wafted the stench over toward her enemies who began to gag for real and run away.

“Yeah. You like that, you bleach blonde bitches! You skinny whores! Take it! Take it all!”

And with a few more less controlled toots for good measure, Syn waddled over to Marjorie’s table.

Marjorie wished she could have Syn’s devil may care attitude and outrageous outward confidence. She was sure that the cruel words must be getting to her on the inside, at least a little bit, but Syn was strong and didn’t let it show. She was always able to give just as well as she got and turned what others made fun of her, her fat and her flatulence, into some of her greatest weapons. She often left Marjorie in awe with her raw fat goth biker chick kind of energy.

The dining hall bench groaned as Syn sat down next to Marjorie. For a moment there was a flash in her mind. She was Cynthia again, disgusted, horrified by the obese slob that she was. She pawed at her belly fat as she felt heat flash across the back of her neck. She felt her fat flabby well cushioned ass sit down on the bench next to this fat loser she used to make fun of, a fat loser that was now thinner than she was (without losing any weight). The bench groaned under her blubbery body weight, and she thought about how thin and light she used to be, how graceful she had been, how prim and proper. She tried to push herself up to run away but only ended up lifting one leg and-

Pfffffffffft

Then she looked at Marjorie.

“Sup, slut?” Syn asked as she stole one of Marjorie’s cheese fries and plopped it into her mouth.

“You can get your own, you know,” snarked Marjorie. Standing up for herself like this was still relatively new to her, but her fat friend group had filled her with confidence.

“Yeah. I know. I know,” muttered Syn in deference.

“It’s just such a long walk and I needed a breather. Okay?”

Marjorie looked at Syn and nodded with sympathy.

“Yeah. Okay. But you owe me more cheese fries when you get up.”

“And cheesy garlic bread and some cookies. I know the drill. You got it.”

“Thanks… whore.”

“Yeah. No. That doesn’t sound the same coming from you.”

“I thought I’d try it on.”

“It didn’t fit.”

“Just like your corset.”

The two laughed together as they shared the cheese fries with Syn hungrily calculating just how many she could have and how long she would be able to go without having to get up and get more herself. She figured that if she could just hold out long enough, another one of their friends might show up, and she might be able to convince her to get the food for them.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Big Bee came waddling in.

Bethany would have strut with purpose. She would have had a confident, dominant gait meant to demonstrate her power and cultivate both awe and fear. But Big Bee, alternately known as Big Bertha depending on the moment, had a slow ponderous waddle mostly because of the immense size of her tree trunk thighs but also because of the amount she had just toked up before coming here. With her eyes bleary and her fat legs feeling like they were walking through sand, Big Bee giggled to herself and let out a little toot that elicited another burst of laughter as she was “propelled” toward the table occupied by Marjorie and Syn.

“Heeeeeey there…. Ladies.” droned Bee.

“Sup, Bertha, you big bad bitch,” replied Syn whose eyes gleamed as she saw the opportunity she had been waiting for.

“Hey, do you mind getting us some more food while you’re already up?”

“Awww yeah, kiwohsabeeeeeeeee. Anything for me amigops.”

The unnecessary p at the end of amigos was further punctuated by a pop of flatulence that burst from Bee’s blubbery behind.

“You don’t have to,” interjected Marjoie.

“But if you wanted to,” hurried Syn.

“We would love some more cheese fries, some cheesy garlic bread, some pizza, some meatballs, and some cookies.”

“You got it, homeslice,” nodded Big Bee with her mind really leaning toward that mention of pizza.

She threw up the weakest finger guns that her chubby, uncoordinated sausage fingers could still manage and waddled off to fetch the food for her fat friends.

As She began to pile her platter full of plates of food, the same sorority girls from earlier came circling around to make fun of Bethany.

“Hey there, Big Bertha, you bloated cow.”

“Moooooooo, you fat hippie loser.”

“Gonna cram your big fat face full of more food, aren’t you? You really need all that, pig?”

“Piggy can’t help herself. Isn’t that right, Piggy? Oink. Oink. Oink.”

“Yeah! Come on and oink for us, Piggy!”

“No. No. Moo for us, you fat cow.”

Big Bee just let the insults bounce off her blubber and shook her head.

“Why you gotta like make fun of my body, man? Like all bodies are b-beaUTiful no matter how big they are. And yeah. I may be big… big, big, blubbery, big blubber wubba chubba wubba blub blub blubbery blubber big and blubbery but I’m big and beautiful… baby.”

“You’re fat and disgusting,” one of the girls spat back.

“Well that’s like… your opinion, man.”

Phhrrrrrrbbbbbtttt

The fart squeaked out of Bee and got the sorority sisters gagging.

“Oh, god, not again.”

“This fat pig is just like her friend.”

“Of course she is, we could already smell her from a mile away.”

“Gross!”

“What’s the matter?” Bee asked with a shrug and a sniff of her own flatulence.

“It’s like natural. All of us do it, you know.”

“Have some decency and do it elsewhere?”

“Why?” asked Bee as she let rip another trumpeting fart that sent the sorority sisters running and screaming.

“Some people just can’t handle a little bit of nature,” mused Bee as she raised her fat arms above her head exposing her sweaty armpit hair. 

As a whiff of her own body odor hit her, Bee’s eyes went wide.

For a moment she was Bethany again and dealing with the fact that she had been turned into this fat, flatulent, foul smelling pig, an absolute obese hog. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. She was supposed to be slim and sexy, prim and proper in complete control. She was the one who pushed others around, not just the kind of fat pathetic loser who let others insult her. But here she was, fat as hell and smelling disgusting.

Bethany couldn’t help herself and took a big sniff of her armpit just to see how bad things have gotten, and as she coughed at her own smell and sent her bingo wings wobbling along with the rest of her big fat blubbery body, she let out a few more farts. Bethany tried to fight against it all, but her drug filled haze began creeping forward again in her mind, and soon she was Big Bee once more.

“Now where was I?” she thought before looking at the platter she had been filling.

“Oh right! The pizza. Yuuuuuuuuummmmmm.”

Big Bee went back to piling her platter with all the food she was asked for and brought it over to her friends.

“Here you go,” she said with a wide lazy smile.

“Thanks, slut. You gonna have some?”

“Nah. I’m gonna go back and get my own pizza… and some wings… and some pasta… yeah.”

“You sure? Syn can share this pizza with you and get you more later. You shouldn’t have to do all the work.”

“Heeeey. Nah. Is fiiiine. We are… fully good,” Bee said with a chuckle and then turned to waddle off back toward the buffet line to fill a platter for herself.

Marjorie watched Big Bee waddle off and couldn’t help but stare at the way her big blubbery buttcheeks bounced and sway with every sing slow lumbering step. She admired the way Big Bee walked- well waddled- through life with seldom a care in the world. Whereas Syn was full of confrontation, Bee was endlessly pleasant and relaxed. They made an excellent pairing. And their trio was completed by–

“Booyah!” blurted Didi as she bellied her way through the dining hall door. And once inside her blubbery butt let loose a tremendous trumpeting blast of ass gas.

“WOOF! Get a load of that! Damn!” Didi, formerly Diana, said as she lifted a leg and let another one rip followed by a peel of loud nasally laughter that sent her big belly bouncing.

Didi, despite how heavy she was, managed to bounce with a pep in each waddling step. Syn showed her confidence through her ability to confront and stand up to others. Bee displayed hers by being relaxed and letting things come as they were. The artist formerly known as Diana let her confidence shine through pure unadulterated joy, a kind of manic energy that could not possibly be contained just like her clothes could not possibly contain all her blubber.

She was a bubbly blubbery girl, and her outfit reflected all of that. She was a big girl in bright pink booty shorts that barely contained her blubbery butt cheeks and a matching pink tube top that was not ashamed to let big gluttonous gut hang out. Her big meaty muffin top was out and proud as it spilled over the waistband of her shorts which were ridiculously tiny on her butt would have fit old mousy Diana in one leg. This new and improved version also proudly displayed her tig ol’ bitties with the help of a heavy duty push up bra. She had big balloons for breasts that still made her rather popular at parties with men and women alike despite her bloated sides and propensity for flatulence.

Didi was truly like a balloon filled with hot air included in her empty head. That head was topped with platinum blonde hair teased with enough hairspray to get her an international reprimand under the Paris Climate Accords. Her fat face was graced by two extra chins which wobbled along with the rest of her ballooned out body as she waddled about without a care in the world just doing whatever she pleased as one big supersized id. 

She didn’t even bother to blush as she was met with a mix of cat calls and jeers, lustful stares and judgmental leers alike. Didi just carried through it all like carried herself through the majority of life, mostly oblivious. 

Once again those pesky sorority sisters came around.

“Oh, god another one of those pathetic fatties.”

“It’s a real pig show in here today.”

“They’ll just let anyone wander around with their gut hanging out. Like, that’s disgusting. People are trying to eat here.”

“You’re gross!” one of them shouted as she slapped Didi’s big sweaty belly and gave it a shake.

Didi couldn’t help but let out a little moan as her blubbery belly was touched.

“And you’re hot. Wanna bang?”

As Diana felt her big belly being pinched and shook, her old personality slipped back, and she had to admit that what she was saying she said freely. An unexpected side effect of completely emptying her mind seemed to unlock a lot of incredibly repressed sexual inhibitions, and Diana fully came forth in moments like these where she felt like she was living like Jekyll and Hyde. She felt herself practically purr at the thought of it all. As much as her fat body disgusted her, this unbridled confidence she had gained, this carnal awakening, it was intoxicating and she wanted more of it. Unlike most of the others, Diana found herself in control so much more often. She’d shift from Didi, take what she wanted and then fade back into blissful ignorance. Diana was free to live a life of unbridled lust and then let Didi live her life of unbridled gluttony. She would almost be thankful for it all if she didn’t have to spend her time being an incredible fatso, a gluttonous pig in garish pink outfits.

Old prejudices die hard, but they seeped away as another whining fart escaped her fat ass and Didi took over once again.

“Damnit, this one too!”

“Of course she’s full of gas. She’s a parade balloon!”

“You disgusting pig!”

“You cow!”

Didi was blissfully unaware of the cries of the sorority sisters as she helped herself to a cupcake before filling her own platter with a hearty multi-plate dinner and waddled over to her table of friends.

Marjorie really admired how Didi wasn’t afraid to put herself out there and was always so joyful. She was really happy for Didi and her ability to find happiness with seemingly anyone she wanted.

Of course, Marjorie was a one woman kind of gal, and the butterflies in her big fat stomach fluttered as she looked over and saw her big beautiful girlfriend entering the dining hall.

Mildred was huge, a great wobbling mass of woman, and she had no choice but to waddle across the dining hall slowly even though her greedy, gelatinous gut was craving food and making her want to get to feasting as soon as possible. She was clearly sweating profusely from exertion after trying to get herself here as fast as possible. Moving fast was just simply not possible at here immense weight and size. It wasn’t just that Mildred’s thighs were thick, there were definitely great tree trunks of fat, but that same greedy gut that made her want food so badly was also so incredibly large and saggy that it spilled forward in and apron of fat and onto her thunder thighs which hindered her movement even further.

Her massive belly was split in such a way that her thick lower belly roll was tucked into her greasy sweatpants and her blubber upper belly was mostly contained by a food and sweat stained Star Wars shirt, but there was still a big stretch mark covered sliver that was completely exposed for all to see, a bit of blubber the peaked out from under the shirt and pushed over the waistband of her sweats. And that gigantic gut hanging down in front was still not the end of her physical impediments.

She was a real lumbering lard ass, and another reason for Mildred moving like a fat slug was the lumpy blubber butt that she was dragging behind her. It was a tremendous ass that shook wildly with each ponderous step that Mildred made with her big fat feet. The only thing that propelled her ass any fast were the occasional blasts of rank flatulence that ripped out from between her chunky cellulite covered cheeks. Her bloated buns were so bulbous that they struggled to be contained in her greasy sweatpants, and the tops of her cheeks often crested the pants leading to plenty of chuckling from others and her frequent need to reach behind her with her chubby hands to pull the pants back up.

Mildred plodded through the dining hall and loaded up on fattening food to feast on and then waddled on over to sit next to her beautiful and blubber girlfriend.

Even with Marjorie moving over to give Mildred more room, the two still took up a significant portion of their bench and they found themselves squishing together quite a bit, not that either of them minded that. Marjorie held onto one of Mildred’s hamhock sized arms with one hand while stealing a fry with the other.

“Hey, you little piglet,” laughed Mildred as she playful smacked her girlfriend’s hand away.

“You’re one to talk, hoggie.” responded Marjorie as she rubbed Mildred’s blubbery double belly with one hand and stole another pair of fries with the other.

“Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink.” They said in unison, snorting and laughing at each other.

They were both fat and happy; Mildred was truly fat and happy. Unlike the others, she never had bad dreams about what she used to be. It was like her transformation had the unintended consequence of reawakening feelings for Marjorie that she had long kept buried, and now she was fat and free to do what she wanted. Sometimes she would just stare into Marjorie’s eyes with love until.

PPPPPFFFFRRRRRBBBBBTTT!!!!!

“Oops. Excuse me,” exclaimed Mildred as her chubby cherubic cheeks blushed.

“Oh, you know I don’t mind, babe,” reassured Marjorie.

“Yeah, it’s all like… natural, ya know,” added Big Bee before letting out a tremendous burst of her own.

“Toot. Toot,” chuckled Didi as she added her own flatulence to the chorus.

“Okay. Can we cut the shit,” said Syn with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Syn. Loosen up,” scolded Marjorie.

“Ugg. Fine,” said Syn right before lifting one blubbery butt cheek and letting loose with a huge trumpeting fart of her own.

Everyone began to laugh in uniform as people around them added a bunch of cruel ones and mean laughter that went unnoticed, especially as those people quickly moved away because of the smell. And once those would be cruel people moved away there was only one person left standing, casting a metaphorical shadow over the table with her immense figure.

It was Jennifer Russel in all her obese, slovenly glory.

Everyone knew about Jennifer Russel. Everyone here had been burned by Jennifer Russel. And everyone knew what had happened to her.

Jennifer was the Queen Bee, the spoiled popular, prim and proper princess, the slim and sexy bitch who loved to flaunt her figure and make fun of everyone else. She made other people’s lives hell. And then her life went to hell as she fell even farther and faster than anyone could have dreamt of.

A year ago, Jennifer developed some kind of glandular condition and spent the rest of that year absolutely piling on the pounds, putting on an unbelievable amount of weight and becoming far fatter than anyone she had ever made fun of. The woman who once was a cheerleader and could have been a model was now an obese blob. Her arms had long since melted away and grown into a ridiculously round and blubbery double belly which was like a huge saggy apron of fat that also spilled out in every possible direction. It was rounded out perfectly by the thick meaty love handles that completed her massive muffin top, a mighty muffin top decorated with bright red stretch marks. 

Jennifer’s thighs were equally huge, each one twice the size of previously trim waist. They were blubbery tree trunks that made her a slow, lumbering waddler. Her titanic thunder thighs shook and slapped and rubbed together with every ponderous step, and those steps were made with fat feet that were attached to a pair of swollen cankles.

Her ass was equally titanic when compared to her tremendous thighs and bulbous belly. It hung out behind her and was a flabby, foul smelling mess. Jennifer’s once tight, perky ass was now wide and full of lard, and through the rapid changes to her diet became a veritable fart factory.

That was one of the biggest changes to Jennifer Russel. Yes, she had gained a huge amount of weight and was now immensely obese. She had mammoth sagging breasts and pillow arms with flabby bingo wings, and she also had an incredibly round and jowly face with multiple chins and a fat piggish nose. But her glandular condition explained all of that. It didn’t necessarily explain just how much of a slob Jennifer had become.

It was clear that Jennifer Russel had just given up, and as her body ballooned, she stopped fighting it. With her whole precious world shattered, she just leaned into food for comfort which sped along her weight gain, and she just stopped taking care of herself in general. She was a sweaty individual, and where she once worked up a sweat from working out, she now sweat just sitting around, and whereas her previous sweat had only a hint of odor at best, she was now incredibly foul smelling, and that sweat and smell was compounded by the fact that the previously prim and proper Jennifer now barely showered, and when she did shuffle her heavy body full of fatty folds and rolls was difficult to clean thoroughly. This was especially true with her fat ass.

Jennifer used to be clean and dainty, but now her constantly flatulent flabby ass was so large that now only did it stink from her flatulence and get swampy with sweat, it was now so incredibly large that her fat hands had considerable challenge keeping anywhere close to clean. So now Jennifer was nothing more than a greasy, gassy pig of a girl.

And here she was standing in front of the same women she had spent her time as a vain and skinny vixen making fun of.

“C-can… can I sit with you?” stuttered the now shy Jennifer with her head hung lower and her multiple chins fully inflated.

“What? You think just because you’re fat now- fatter than us, you can sit with us? Get out of here,” demanded Syn.

“Eww. Like, no thanks. You were a big fat meanie, and now you’re just big and fat, and we don’t like you,” add Didi

“Yeah… this is like your big fat karma, dude. You’re a fat stinky loser now like make like a leaf and get out of here… dude,” said Bee as she ate a gummy bear that she definitely didn’t get from the dining hall.

“What do you think, Marjorie?” asked Mildred as she demurred to her smart and beautiful girlfriend.

Marjorie took a long moment to think about it, running her thumb and forefinger across her double chin before deciding.

“I think everyone deserves a second chance.”

It took her a moment, but Marjorie got up from her seat, waddled over to Jennifer and put her hands on Jennifer’s fat slumped shoulders.

“You used to be thin right?”

“Y-yes.”

“And now you’re a fatso just like us, right?”

Jennifer didn’t want to admit it. She wanted to be slim and sexy again. She wanted to believe that there was a way back for her, but she knew better and had to tell the truth.

“Yes.”

“Say it,” Marjorie said with a smile.

“I’m a fatso just like you,” Jennifer reluctantly admitted. She was clearly a sad and broken individual, but Marjorie wanted her to be completely vulnerable and honest too.

“In fact, you’re fatter than all of us aren’t you?”

Jennifer swallowed a big lump in her throat and nodded with her multiple chins wobbling.

“Y-yes. I’m fatter than all of you. I’m the fattest fatso here.”

“And you were so vain and mean, weren’t you?”

“Yes. I was. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“And this is what you deserve, isn’t it?” asked with a glimmer of purple twinkling in her eyes.

Jennifer’s eyes went wide, but her mouth moved mechanically.

“Yes. I deserve this. I deserve to be a big fat loser.”

“And you’re not vain anymore.”

“No. I’m just a big fat slob, I’m an obese, sweaty, flatulent hog, and I’ll never be slim and sexy and prim and proper again. I’ll never be vain, I promise.”

Marjorie pinched Jennifer’s chubby cheek.

“Because you’re just a big fat piggy.”

“I am. I’m just a big fat piggy.”

Marjorie turned back to the title.

“She’s just like us…. Just fatter. So we should give her another chance and let her sit with us,” Marjorie exclaimed as her eyes flickered again.

Everyone else dutifully nodded in deferment, and Marjorie turned back toward Jennifer.

“Sure us.”

“What?”

“Show us that you’re a pig just like we are, just like you used to call us.”

“O… okay,” said Jennifer with a nod and then squeezed out a loud, long, wet sounding fart that brought a round of applause from the table. And she followed that up with….

“Oink… oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink oink oink oink oink.” And this led to an eruption of a chorus of oinking from the pigs at the table as Jennifer was ushered to a seat and welcomed amongst them.

Marjorie looked at everyone with glee and was so grateful for her big fat friends.

Elsewhere….

Scarlet looked at the big, angry, deep purple vein that now ran up her forearm and across the back of her hand. It was violent and ugly just like the punishing transformation she had brought down on others, especially that Jennifer Russel. But it was all worth it, and it was all over.

She had changed Marjorie’s life for the better by changing those who had wronged her. Scarlet had made her daughter happy, and that was all that mattered. That was the whole point.

But still…

Scarlet had to admit that there was something she had enjoyed so much, the power, the fear she invoked.

It felt so good to be back in the game.