"The Scales of Time": Chapter 11

Here it is. The beginning of the end. Act 3.

Enjoy!

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Julie’s fat ass just couldn’t fight it. She couldn’t help herself. With every fiber of her being she tried to struggle, but it was like she was a marionette fighting against fully taught strings. Every time she tried to move a limb in the direction she wanted it to go, she felt the tension as it pulled her in the opposite direction. Even just trying to do something as simple as stop wasn’t working.

And the voice, Vivian’s voice was constantly taunting her.

“You can try fighting it, fatty. It won’t help. Hell, I could let you just get yourself to stand there. I just need to run out the clock.”

A cold bead of sweat broke on Julie’s brow as she realized exactly what Vivian was talking about. With every ounce of energy she could muster, she managed to move her eyes enough to look over at the great clock tower on the other side of the quad, its hands counting down the time till her challenge was to begin.

“That’s right, Piggy. All I have to do is keep you here, and then you’ll forfeit the challenge, and everything will be back to being as it should be.”

Vivian’s voice in her head grew deeper as her stomach began to rumble.

“But I have a more fun way to pass the time. So let’s get this fat ass of yours moving.”

And with that, Julie’s head was whipped back toward the dining hall, and her legs began to make slow ponderous movements as she started to waddle toward her own demise.

As the rumbling hunger in her stomach grew, so too did the weight of Julie’s fear. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as the anxiety coursed through her veins, and she knew that all of the work she had done was set to be unraveled and all for nothing. With each step toward the dining hall, she knew she was marching to her own defeat. Like a lamb to the slaughter, like a prisoner to the gallows, each slow step made the time tick away counting down to her inevitable demise.

“Damnit,” she thought as she unwillingly pressed her fat palm against the cold glass door and pushed her way into the dining hall.

She had come so far. She had made Vivian so damn fat. They were equals in weight now, no matter how much Vivian still wanted to fall back on old ways and call her rude names. Julie knew for at least this moment that if she was a fatty, Vivian was a fatty as well. She had successfully turned that skinny bitch into the exact kind of fat cow she used to make fun of, if only for what seemed to be fleeting moments now. 

“Would it be enough?” She pondered as she waddled toward the buffet line, pulled along by Vivian’s command.

Would she be able to be satisfied with just the thought of how close she came, of how fat Vivian had gotten. Maybe she would be able to take this whole thing as some kind of moral victory. Nobody had ever expected her to get this far. It was always meant to be Vivian who out classed her, overpowered her, overmatched her with both her natural skill and her cleverness. Yes. Vivian had gotten the best of her in the end just like she was always supposed to.

Julie would have to make do with the thoughts of Vivian being a complete chunker. She would hold onto the memories tightly like she was clinging to a pillow, a pillow the size and consistency of one of Vivian’s fat thunder thighs. Yes, she would always remember that size of the gluttonous gut that Vivian had grown, that Julie through her own machinations had given her. She would remember how Vivian had gone from a slim and sexy vixen to a gluttonous pig, her hardbody now quivering with extra flesh. Those would have to be the memories that sustained her.

If she could even still have them.

Would those memories be torn away from her along with her magic? What would she even have if she didn’t have that?

No. Julie couldn’t allow herself to give up yet, she had to do something, to fight back somehow.

But fighting back was getting harder and harder to do as she found herself piling on cupcakes and covering one of many plates with spoonful after spoonful of mac and cheese. It was like with every spoonful she could feel the weight she had lost piling itself back on. She could so easily imagine how huge she would be once she lost this challenge. She could see herself barely being able to move and yet having to lug her incredibly obese body around, working as a janitor while Vivian and her cronies followed her around and laughed at her.

It was the fate that should have been Vivian’s.

It was the fate that would be hers.

Defeat hung over her as she slapped a huge piece of chocolate cake on her plate right next to the two large pizza slices and the plate piled high with saucy chicken wings.

“This is a feast, fit for you, don’t you think? A real feast fit for a piggy queen,” laughed Vivian as she had Julie trudge toward a table to begin her binging.

“This is what you wanted to do to me, isn’t it? I think it’s a fitting punishment. Now get to eating, piggy.”

Julie did as she was told because she had no other choice. Her arms moved mechanically as she began to shove food into her mouth.

First came the cheap, greasy pizza. Oil ran down her chin as she practically inhaled two slices. Then came the greasy, saucy chicken wings which stained her chubby hands and cheeks. She sucked the meat off of each bone before picking up the big slice of chocolate cake and shoving it into her mouth without care to the crumbs and chocolate icing that got everywhere.

“That’s right. Stuff your face! You wanted this to be me, well now you can have it all. Eat like there’s no tomorrow because for you there is none. This is the thinnest you’ll ever be, Fatso. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be spending every day of your miserable life as on obese hog with nothing but food to comfort you. Speaking of comfort food, I think it’s time for some mac and cheese. Don’t you?”

Julie dug in as tears rolled down her chubby cheeks and mixed with the chocolate and wing sauce. The mac and cheese tasted delicious which may have been the worst part. It was creamy, cheesy goodness that weighed heavily in her growing stomach. She wanted more than anything to put her fork down and walk away, but her hand was not hers to control, and so it just kept moving from her plate back to her mouth, back and forth, back and forth, constantly shoving more food into her wide open mouth until the plate was nearly empty.

“That’s right. Keep on going, piggy. Plenty of time left. Eat this and then there’s the cupcakes, and then we’ll even get you some seconds… and thirds!”

Julie kept plowing through and was midway through her second cupcake, when she heard a familiar voice.

“Julianna? What are you still doing here?”

It was her Aunt Cass!

The fat janitor came waddling over to her niece and grabbed her by her fat arms.

“You have got to go. I know you’re nervous, but this is not the time to eat. Come on.”

Cassy tried to pull Julie to her feet, but Julie was lost. She wanted to answer her Aunt Cass. She could feel her tugging at her both physically and mentally. But all her mouth could do was taste the bitter sweetness of another cupcake.

Cassy could tell by the vacant expression in Julie’s eyes that something was wrong. She may have been out of the game for a long time, but she could still recognize some magic when she saw it.

“JULIE!” she screamed.

“YOU HAVE TO FIGHT IT! YOU HAVE TO!”

Heads were turning, stares locking on two of them as Cassy screamed like a madwoman, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. This was all or nothing.

And suddenly Julie felt different, not like she couldn’t suddenly stop eating, but like she could think more clearly. Cassy’s intervention must have somehow weaknend Vivian’s hold just enough that while her physical self couldn’t stop, her astral- whatever self- could function again. 

She could focus. 

She could act. 

Julie knew there was only one thing she could do. Like a dagger, she plunged herself into her own mind determined to carve Vivian out of it. 

That’s how Julie found herself standing in front of Vivian once again, the two of them squaring off across from each other in a reflection of the challenge ground inside of Julie’s mind. There were no observers, not even her Aunt Cassy. Just the two of them, fat Julie-

And a slim and Vivian staring her down.

“Impressive. Perhaps you’re a bit more powerful than I gave you credit for.”

“You’re a bitch!” 

Julie whipped out her wand and sent out a blast of arcane energy that was easily batted away by Vivian’s simple counter charm.

“Such a wit.”

A second blast met the same result.

“Oh come now. I was trying to compliment you and everything. Now this is just pathetic.”

Julie dug deep into her well of emotion and let loose a far stronger arcane blast. As the chord of silver energy whipped out and came within inches of striking Vivian when she threw up a magic shield and began to push it back, but this time, Julie would not give in. Instead of allowing the arcane energy to dissipate she pushed harder.

As the two fought their way to a stalemate, and with her slim figure once again intact, Vivian finally had the calmness of mind to regard Julie as a worthy opponent-

One she would soon be dispatching.

“You really wanted to ruin my life,” she smirked.

What she was blissfully unaware of in that moment was the expansion of her own trim waistline.

Julie’s keen eye took note of it though. And she realized what it meant. Vain Vivian was stretching her power thin to make herself appear thin. She couldn’t control Julie so completely, defend herself from Julie’s counterattack and keep the illusion of her slim figure intact. The harder that Vivian defended herself against Julie, the more her body grew. It started with her tapered waist and defined abs giving and and slacking off with fat, blooming with pudge and turning back into a jiggling muffin top.

She knew she had to push Vivian further.

“Ruin your life? Like you want to ruin mine.”

Julie pushed harder, and as Vivian pushed back, the button on her pants popped. Vivian still seemed not to notice. Something about Julie’s comment must have hit her just the right away, and instead she decided to spit venom, the result of which was a further tightening of her pants as her toned thighs and pert butt began to grow.

“What life am I ruining? You’ve been a fat lazy loser for years. All I’m doing is making you fatter and taking away the powers that you barely used.”

Vivian kept expanding. Julie could hear the leather of her pants stretching against the blubber that was pushing it outward as her thighs became thunder thighs once more, and her heart-shaped ass began to lose its shape and become a flabby mess that was barely contained by her pants.

“I’m the one who deserves to be slim and sexy. I actually understand and appreciate the power that I’ve earned.”

The irony of Vivian’s statement was lost on her as she continued to balloon. Her big belly grew larger, completely exposed as her shirt could no longer contain the rolls of fat the spilled over the waistband of her pants.

“You’re a bully.”

Vivian cackled cruelly as her angular face regained the fat Julie had given her. As she laughed, her newly reformed double chin began to wobble. Still, there was a great amount of pride and confidence in her voice as she laid into Julie.

“It’s called practice. My family is destined for control. I’m destined for control, and if I were to have lost a step, to have a moment of weakness, I would have been stepped over and eagerly humiliated. Bully or be bullied. That’s the world we live in. You’ve seen that. You’ve seen what people in these new memories have done to me because of your interference. How people look at me. I will not have it!”

As she screamed that last bit, her pants split and the fat from her ass and thighs came oozing out. But this went unnoticed by Julie. It was her turn to be too upset to be aware of exactly what was going on.

“So you singled me out? You wanted to ruin me of all people?”

In that moment the disdain on Vivian’s face was as clear as the fat on her body. Her clothes are bursting off, and though the breaking of the illusion and her resulting fattening was now obvious to Vivian, she kept her true focus locked and funneled all of her anger directly toward Julie.

“Ruined? Oh boo hoo. Woe is me. I was born into one of the most powerful magic families in the world and grew up with access to unlimited potential right at my finger tips, power over literal reality, and I never bothered trying to truly live up to that potential until just now because someone was mean to me.”

Julie couldn’t help but shudder, her should slumped as Vivian’s words wounded her deeply.

Pressing her advantage, Vivian began to walk toward Julie. Her steps were measured an purposeful, partly because she was being dramatic, partly because Julie was still throwing up and arcane wall of force that was struggling to repel her away, and partly because her thighs had gotten so fat that they were now rubbing together and forcing her obese ass to waddle.

“This is why you’re so pathetic. You can use magic. And you chose to spend your years wallowing in self-pity instead of actually doing something to better yourself.”

Julie forgot her plan. Fueled only by the deep seeded anger Vivian caused her, she began to step forward to.

“I lost my aunt.”

“Did she die?!?”

The two fat witches continued to waddle toward each other, now equal in weight gain as the power between them pulsed and crackled.

“She lost her powers. She was devastated, destroyed.”

Step by labored, lumbering step, they grew closer. 

“And I’m supposed to feel bad about that? What was the alternative? That it should happen to my sister?” Vivian snarled, sweat pour from her fat forehead used the magic to force Julie to her knees.

As she glared down at Julie there was madness in her eyes, a desperation fueled by perceived destiny, of the knowledge that everything she had ever lived for was held in this moment.

“Don’t you get it, you dumb cow. It’s your family or mine. That’s how it’s always been. Only one of us can be in charge. Why you? Why did I single you out? Because my whole life has been about beating you, just you. Everyone else can be cajoled, used, discarded, but you need to be defeated, for my family.”

But Julie would not stay down. She forced herself back to her feet, and as the two fat witches got so close together that their bellies almost touched, the feedback from their wands finally proved too much. The resulting blast sent both fat girls flying.

Both were left slamming against the ground with their fat bodies quivering.

When she finally managed to dust herself off, Julie looked over at the slumped over Vivian and shook her head. The weight of years was heavy on her shoulders, and it was in that moment that Julie realized that her and Vivian were both so much more and so much less, pieces in a much larger, grander game. The key difference was that Vivian always seemed more aware of it. The whole thing seemed tremendously unfair.

“We could have been friends. We could have built something together instead of you constantly trying to tear me down.”

Vivian’s head hung low as she scooped her fat flabby gut with her chubby hands.

“Maybe living your whole life amongst people with unlimited potential at your fingertips while knowing only half of you will get to keep it is not ideal for making friends.”

Both witches sat there, fat and tired, their heavy chests heaving with each labored breath.

Julie looked at her opponent, her rival, and hung her head as well. She waddled herself over to Vivian and offered her a hand.

“So let’s change it. You and me. We don’t have to do this.”

Vivian barely acknowledged the hand that Julie was offering, too busy looking down at the sagging fat that was pooling in her own.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re right. We’re from the two most powerful families in our coven. What are they going to do with us? We can change things. We can be better, put all of this behind us. Move forward. We don’t have to win or lose. We can choose to draw.”

“Draw?” Vivan asked as she wiped tears from her chubby cheeks.

“Yes. We just say no more to this whole damn thing. Learn to forgive each other and walk away. No winning. No losing. No trying to tear each other down. Just building together.”

“A draw.” Vivian nodded.

And then a low deep belly laugh bubbled forth from Vivian’s doughy belly. As the laughter grew and worked its way up, it exploded out of her throat as a double chin wobbling cackle.

“A draw!?! I’m winning, you stupid cow!”

Vivian smacked Julie’s hand away and heaved her hefty body back up onto her fat feet. Her entire body jiggled as she continued to laugh.

“And now? Now I’m going to crush you forever. I’m not throwing away unlimited power for something as stupidly altruistic as ‘building something together’. You coward. You stupid, weak, pathetic coward. You don’t have it in you to defeat me.”

Julie looked down at her spurned hand and grit her teeth. 

“Alright then. Let’s finish this.”

Julie could feel something that Vivian couldn’t. She could sense that she had far more control back inside her own mind than she had before. While she couldn’t quite manipulate her physical body, she could shape the world inside her mind as much as she wanted. So the challenge ground became a simple circular ring, and the two fat witches found themselves dressed as sumo wrestlers complete with overtaxed sports bras and mawasahi’s that showcased their cellulite ridden thunder thighs and fat flabby asses. Their big bulging bellies were also on full display much to Vivian’s chagrin.

“Is this a joke? This humiliation!”

“Well, I’m used to it. But I figured it might be fun for you.”

“I hate you.”

“Likewise.”

The two charged at each other and clashed as sumo wrestlers. At first they bounced off each other’s blubber and then they clashed again, fab pressed against flab as they shoved each other around.

“You fat, pathetic loser. You know nothing!”

“I know I’m going to find some way to beat you.”

Julie and Vivian slammed together again like two big walruses fighting for superiority. Flab flew as their chubby hands smacked at each other. The jiggling juggernauts would not yield.

“You don’t get it. I’m so much more than you even give me credit for. I’m the most important member of the most powerful magical family there is.”

There was a clap like thunder as the two fatties met again. They were two meaty women slapping meat and trying to shove the others to the ground. 

“How much power do you really have? The only reason you’re even here is because my Aunt Cassy tripped.”

As they pressed together, Vivian leaned in close to Julie’s ear. Her mouth was practically foaming.

“You think she just tripped? It was me! It was me the whole time! I made the tree root grow. I tripped your aunt and won my sister her challenge. I set everything in motion.”

Julie’s heart skipped a beat and her leg began to slip as Vivian pushed her closer toward the edge of the mat. Tears ran down her blanched cheeks as Vivian kept pushing her.

“And now I’m going to end you, and once you’re out of the way just like your fat, powerless aunt, we’re going to take care of your worthless lush of an aunt and your bitch of a mother. Your entire family will be purged from this coven that will now belong entirely to mine, and it will all be because of me!”

And just like that the rage grew in Julie’s gut.

“ArrrrrAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Vivian’s fat body trembled as Julie dug in and lifted her off of her fat fat and slammed her to the ground. Vivian’s belly shook like a plate of jello as her fat back hit the mat. And Julie stood over her with her fist raised high and ready to come down on her stop only by-

A low dull chime rung out, the sound of the campus clock tower off in the distance, and with each toll the sound grew louder, more definite as it tolled the moment of Julie’s defeat.

“It’s over, you fat pig. I’ve won! I’ve won!” Vivian laughed as she stared at Julie’s fruitless fist.

In that moment, even as her heart sank into a stomach, Julie’s mind realized one last thing.

She had complete control again. For a moment, just one moment, she might just have a chance. As Vivian began to disappear, leaving behind nothing but her laughter, Julie reached for her pocket watch one last time. A third shift was risky enough. A fourth shift would be courting madness.

But what else was there to do?

She pushed the button.

As the clock tower struck its last heavy chime, the second hand on her watch ticked backward.