"Nightmare Pigs" Chapter 6

We've reached the penultimate and climactic chapter of Nightmare Pigs where the queen bee and chief bully Jennifer Russel gets what she deserves. I ended up shooting way over target on this one, and it came out over 6,000 words.

Without further ado...

Enjoy!

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Jennifer Russel hated fat people and loved herself. She reaffirmed that every time she looked in a mirror and checked her perfect reflection, something she was constantly doing. She loved to lift up her shirt and run her hand up and down her perfect abs. She loved to press her hands against her perfect breasts. They were of the size that made them drive people wild while not being so large as to be heavy and saggy. Jennifer also loved to look down at her long lean legs and the perfect perky ass that paired so well with her perfect perky breasts.

She was everything everyone should strive to be. Jennifer was certain of that. She knew that she had everything society said she should have. Jennifer was a wealthy woman, a prim and proper girl with a taste for glamor and the beauty to pull it off. It was only right that everyone else should be jealous of her, and it was only right that she should get to lord it all over them. Her body and her drive had earned her her power and everyone else her scorn. If people couldn’t keep up with her, it was because they were fat and lazy. She was a natural born leader, a natural winner, and everyone else was either an obstacle or a tool in her continued success.

Jennifer polished her trophies on a regular basis. It was a ritual over hers. She kept them all laid out and cleaned them meticulously. And there was a lot to clean. She had trophies for track, swimming, and cheerleading. There were plaques for academic competitions and recognition of student government positions. There were her crowns from Homecoming, Prom, and Spring fling. There were any number of citations she had received that all required dusting and reflecting on. She loved reflecting on her trophies, one because they were a constant reminder of her own success, and two, because she loved polishing them to a point where she could use them as another means of admiring her own reflection.

As she polished her trophies and set them down, she found herself surrounded by five more trophies, life-sized, posed and standing each on their own round platform like perfect statues. They were what, to an outsider observer, one might call Jennifer’s friends. But Jennifer knew the truth. She didn’t collect useless junk. She only collected useful things, and these people weren’t friends. They were means to an end.

Cynthia Sinclair was a beautiful looking person, not as gorgeous as Jennifer of course, but certainly very pretty. It was good to have Cynthia in her friend group for a number of reasons. As the leader of the group, Jennifer was more easily able to keep herself more visible than Cynthia when need be, eliminating her as any kind of social competition. Being the prettiest of a group of pretty friends made Jennifer look that much more impressive, and Cynthia was a generally bright and bubbly person which provided for moments of genuine amusement in its own right.

What was even more amusing however, was Cynthia’s ability to turn on a dime and be extremely cutting. It often caught people off guard and made them feel that much worse. It’s what made Cynthia the perfect attack dog. Whenever there was somebody that Jennifer needed cutdown to size (and she didn’t want to get her own hands dirty), Cynthia was there, the perfect weapon to wield against her enemies.

She wasn’t the only weapon she had of course. Bethany Richardson was an equally pretty bit of poison. Clever and confident in her own right, Bethany made for an excellent second in command, always in service to her queen but independent enough to make the right moves without having to be told what those were. Bethany also came with connections through her father. There was a lot of value to mine in their post college. It’s always beneficial to be friends with rich people and lawyers, and Bethany’s father was both. 

In addition, just like with Cynthia, subjugating Bethany was the easiest way to remove her as competition, make her feel safe in second place, and she wouldn’t challenge for the crown. Jennifer didn’t have any illusions that this would always be the case. She knew that Bethany was quite possibly a Judas in waiting. That’s where Diana Pendelton came in.

Good old mousey Diana Pendelton, the consummate suckup, she was a snake who thought herself far more clever than she actually was, and she was always underfoot ready to be crushed when the moment called for it. Her real purpose was to keep Bethany happy, to make Bethany feel more powerful, like she had chosen and actually created something worthwhile. Jennifer was quite confident that, if she needed to, she could take Diana away from Bethany and turn her into a tool or plaything of her own, but for now it served her interest to keep Bethany distracted and comfortable. That also allowed Jennifer to focus on a project of her own.

Jennifer admired Em, formerly the drab and dorkish Mildred. More specifically, she admired all of the hard work that had gone into crafting Em into what she was. She was Jennifer’s own personal Eliza Doolittle, the Galatea to her Pygmalion. Mildred had been a dowdy lump of clay, and Jennifer had turned her into her personal masterpiece. It was a true display of her skill and power for all to see, and it reminded her of when she used to play with blocks as a child. Jennifer loved building incredibly elaborate structures, beautiful things. 

And then she had even more fun tearing them down. She looked forward to doing that with Em, to returning her to the dirt.

And speaking of dirt.

That brought her to the final trophy in her case, not one someone would mistake for a friend at all, but someone too weak to be considered a true enemy. Still, Marjorie Smith was an important part of her collection.

Marjorie Smith was the perfect fat, lazy, dumpy loser. She was a big fat stress ball. Bored? Torment Marjorie. Angry? Take it out on Marjorie. Happy? Celebrate by torturing Marjorie. Large Marge was always good for a laugh. She was Jennifer’s favorite perennial punching bag, and when it wasn’t her throwing the punches, it was her minions. Even then, it could be almost as fun to just sit back and watch that fat loser take punishment. Large Marge was just so damn versatile and it’s what made her so val-

Before Jennifer could finish that thought, Marjorie was gone, and the pedestal she was standing on was empty. All that was left behind by Jennifer’s favorite trophy was the shadow the large girl had cast.

Then suddenly that shadow began to shift, to coil upward and take form into a tall woman with long purple hair and elongated limbs ending in horrifying claws.

“You bitch,” spat the monster.

“You absolute miserable bitch.”

Her mouth twisted into a sinister grin as she let out a low exasperated laugh.

“I am so glad I saved you for last. I’m going to enjoy this one the most.”

“W-who are you?” stammered Jennifer, her confidence shaken for the first time that she could remember.

“I’m your reckoning.”

Jennifer tried to run but found herself frozen in place just like a statue.

“It’s quite the collection you’ve amassed for yourself. I’m sure you’re quite proud of it. Would you like me to show you what I’ve done to them?”

Jennifer felt her head turning as she was forced to look at what this witch had done to her precious trophies, her prized collection.

Where Cynthia stood was a grotesquely fat version of the woman that Jennifer knew. She looked at this obese hog, this sweaty piggish mess, tressed up in some kind of goth fiasco and couldn’t believe it was her. But then she felt a burning ball of ice in the pit of her stomach that told her that this was indeed Cynthia, even if the plaque on the platform she was standing on now read “Syn”. This version of Cynthia was a bloated mess with a pale gelatinous gut where her tanned abs used to be, and outrageously thick thunder thighs with fat oozing through the holes in her worn out fishnets. It was an absolute travesty of an outfit that this tragedy of a fat woman was crammed into. 

Cynthia now looked thoroughly piggish with a fat face and pale skin that seemed to be covered in grease. Jennifer could tell from where she was standing that the formerly prim and proper Cynthia probably smelt of bacon grease and body odor. She didn’t want to think of the state of Cynthia’s blubbery ass crammed into some too tight leather shorts that must have been causing her to sweat something fierce giving her a rather swampy quality.

Jennifer would have shivered if her body could move at all. Instead, the only part of her to move was her head as it was forced to turn and look at what had become of Bethany Richardson. 

Prim and proper Bethany, known for perfectly pressed pink powersuits now looked like a big fat slob perfectly at home at one of those new age hippie communes. She looked like an absolute cow in a sundress that should have been flattering but was anything but stretched across her enormous frame. The dress itself was covered in sweat and food stains, and even from where she was standing Jennifer could actually get a good whiff of Bethany. That’s how strong her odor was. She reeked of BO and marijuana. Gone was the slim and sexy professional girl, replaced by this crunchy chunker, this sloppy foul smelling stoner.

Bethany’s gut was outrageously big and outlined by the ill-fitting sundress. It pulled tight across Bethany’s flabby ass cheeks, and as the platform that Bethany was on began to turn almost to give Jennifer a better look at the horror show, she could see the deep sweatmark that ran down the back of Bethany’s once perky butt now transformed into a flabby, swampy ass. That blubber butt clearly reeked, and as Jennifer thought about that she heard and sudden-

PPPPPPRRRRRRRRFFFFFFPPPPPBBHHHTTTTT!!!!!!

As Bethany, even while frozen let out a tremendous, trumpeting fart.

Jennifer should have staggered backward in surprise; she would have at least wrinkled her nose in disgust at the repugnant but she still could not move. She could do nothing to avoid what was happening. All she could do was drink it all in, all the sights, sounds, and horrible smells.

Soon her head was turned again, this time towards Diana Pendelton.

The Diana Pendelton Jennifer knew was a bit mousy but well put together and smart looking this one….

She looked like a fat dumbass tramp!

Dressed in a pink tube top of all things that left her big belly completely exposed and a frilly pink skirt that was a borderline tutu, Diana’s hair was blownout just like the rest of her bloated body. It was streaked with pink and blue cotton candy bright highlights that matched the outrageously heavy eye makeup that she was already wearing on her otherwise pale and greasy face. She looked like a tawdry circus clown!

The bright pink outfit was a perfect fit thematically, if not literally since Diana was spilling out of it. Diana looked like an absolute pig! She had sweaty, saggy cleavage spilling out of her top, the tops of her breasts were tarted up with make up and covered in crumbs and stained with sauce. She had acne on her saggy tits that even caked in makeup was visible and matched the equally caked over acne on her big fat face. And those saggy, stretch marked breasts, though certainly larger that Diana’s breasts used to be, were dwarfed by her big apron of a belly that hung over her skirt. It was a flabby greasy gut adorned with stretch marks of its own and paired with thick love handles that completed her plump muffin top.

Just like the others she also had tremendously thick thunder thighs and a blubbery butt that belched out a big wet fart followed by a long, squeaking whining one. It was awful. It was almost too much to handle.

And then Jennifer was turned toward Em.

Her masterpiece, all of her handiwork now stood before her horribly misshapen and worse than she ever was before. Her plaque read “Mildred aka the Artist Formerly Known as Em”.

The monstrous Mildred was a mound of fat, a great big bloated ball of blubber, a ponderously large pig. To say that Mildred was fat didn’t do her justice. She was a tremendous blob of fat with a double belly that spilled out and under her stretched out, sweat and food stained Star Wars t-shirt. It was a gut full of jello, a sagging spare tire that Jennifer knew would require Mildred to spread her legs if she were sitting down. And spreading those legs would be quite the challenge with the incredible amount of fat that was filling her tree trunk thighs.

She had marshmallow arms with fat dripping over her elbows. Her bingo wings stretched out the sleeves of her shirt, and Jennifer could see large damp patches of sweat under Mildred’s armpits. Mildred’s face was also outrageously fat with jowls and multiple chins all of which were dotted with acne and covered with an oily sheen. 

“They’re truly something now, aren’t they? I’m pretty proud of my collection, and now it’s time for you to join them.”

In a blink, Jennifer found herself suddenly standing on a pedestal of her own in line with the others. While she could not move her legs to run away, she felt herself back in control of the rest of her body and able to better take in what was happening.

The first thing that she noticed was that she couldn’t see her feet.

Jennifer’s feet were obscured by the sagging mass of flesh that was her enormous spare tire of a stomach. It was both a tremendous shelf for her sagging breasts and a large apron of fat sagging down toward her knees. Her gargantuan gut also made her aware of the size of her now extremely fat and flabby arms as she reached down with chubby hands to scoop the fat up and fully take in its extreme heft. 

It was a heavy sack of fat, like an immense sandbag but soft like it was full of jello. Her gut was even heavier to lift, Jennifer surmised, because of the lack of muscles in her once toned arms. Her flabby bingo wings wobble in tandem with her large belly as she shook her gut up and down as a test of its immense weight. Jennifer’s chubby fingers pinched her flesh as means of testing the terrifying truth that this was all her, she really was this tremendously fat.

Jennifer could feel the soft, billowy fat on her legs, not with her hands (which were still preoccupied pinching and rolling around her belly fat), but because her thighs were immense enough to be pressing against each other and forcing herself into a wider fat girl stance. She knew from the sensation that they were thick thunder thighs that were clammy from sweat. And though she couldn’t see the cellulite, she knew that it must be there. She could not further inspect her mighty thunder thighs though because her massive apron of belly fat stubbornly stayed in the way no matter how much she worked to move it. It was just too large to give her any sort of angle on what the lower half of herself looked like without the aid of a mirror.

What she could do however, was turn her head around enough to survey the sorry state of her titanic ass. What was previously pert and perky was now sloppy, shelf-like, and saggy. Two full moons stared back up at her along the top of her ass crack. The fact that she could make out this must detail just from turning her head was a testament to the sheer size of her saggy bum and how much it stuck out behind her. The sagging quality of it she could tell by the sensation of her flabby cheeks pressing up against the back of her fatty thighs. The other thing she could tell by angling her head was the disgusting smell that was emanating from within her enormous and odorous ass cheeks. A good whiff of her own foul stench sent her head whipping back around.

And, although she couldn’t see it, she could feel her fat cheeks and double chin wobble as she did so.

“Oh my, you can’t really see yourself properly, can you? Let me help you really appreciate my handiwork.”

Once a mirror was conjured up, Jennifer let out a blood curdling scream at the sight of what had become of her beautiful face.

Her face was round and droopy. Her cheeks were puffed up, rosy jowls, and she had at least three chins depending on the angle her head was at. Jennifer’s face was beyond simply fat. It was also incredibly oily and covered in acne that spread out in bright red patches with large angry white heads standing out amongst the rest. The bright acne and the constant flushness of her chubby cheeks made her look permanently pink and piggish. 

Jennifer began to hyperventilate which had her large sagging breasts sloshing about as her chest rose up and down.

“I guess it is pretty terrifying, isn’t it?” laughed Scarlet, her tone dripping with malice.

The mirror gave Jennifer a better sense of what she actually looked like overall although it was cruelly too narrow to get her entire fat body into frame. The good news was that she could finally see her feet. The bad news was that those feet were red and swollen with fat and were at the end of legs so fat that she had thigh fat dripping over her knees and a swollen set of cankles.

“I could leave you just like this, you know. It takes a lot of power to do what I do, and it’s been a long night. But for you…. No. This would be too quick. Too easy.”

With a snap of her elongated fingers, Jennifer was back to her normal slim and toned self. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief, but that breath caught in her throat when she found herself trapped by Scarlet’s steely gaze.

“You’re the worst kind of person, the kind of person who has every single thing in their life already ready to be handed to them. You are privilege incarnate. You were born into money. Your looks were given to you through genetics. Your metabolism is a gift you’ve never deserved. Everything about you is so stereotypically perfect, but not from anything you’ve done. So what have you done? What have you chosen to do with all of these gifts?”

Scarlet disdainfully ran her fingers along Jennifer’s abs. It almost tickled, and Jennifer might have laughed if she wasn’t so paralyzed by fear.

“You’ve chosen to lord them over others, to flaunt them and use them as weapons to hoard more privilege and prestige. The truth is you’ve had things too easy your entire life, and instead of taking the time to understand that and be thankful for it. You’ve just grown bored, so you’ve turned everyone else into a plaything for your amusement.”

“See, the others I can get. Poor Mildred really was such a good girl before you sunk your claws into her. Her and Marjorie were so close. So close. And Diana, I understand her desire to not be crushed by you. Both of them are like that. They did what they had to do because the world is cruel, so you made them crueler.”

“Unfortunately for them, I’m the cruelest.”

Scarlet floated around Jennifer, twisting her shadowy body like a snake encircling its latest meal.

“Cynthia was a sycophant. I get that too. It’s easy to just latch yourself onto successful people especially when your other option is getting left behind. And Bethany was always driven. She was always filled with hunger… well a different kind than the one I left her with. You provided the opportunity for advancement and she took it. But you…”

Scarlet pressed the palms of both hands against Jennifer’s head and leaned forward until her shark-like teeth were inches from Jennifer’s nose.

“You’re just you. You don’t worry about reaching the peak because you know you’re already there, and your biggest thrill is just sitting on your throne and playing puppet master.”

“Well, it’s my turn now,” she said with a gentle pat on Jennifer’s head.

From the shadows burst forth a set of ethereal strings binding themselves to points on Jennifer’s body and pulling her around like a marionette as Scarlet sang a jaunty mocking tune.

“I’ve got no strings to hold me down, to make me fret or make me frown. I had strings, but now I’m free. There are no strings on me.”

Scarlet laughed as Jennifer was forcibly swayed from side to side. The fat trophies all turned to look at the new marionette.

“I was out of the game for a long long time, and look at what you made me fucking do!”

Then the lights went out and it was just Scarlet and Jennifer again.

“But here we are. So now we play my game.”

Scarlet spun around and slowly twisted her face with a grin from ear to ear before whispering.

“Fart for me.”

Jennifer looked at Scarlet with smug confusion.

“Wh-”

PPPPHHHHBRRRRRRRRBBBBBTTTT!!!!!

The sudden blast of gas which escaped Jennifer’s tight ass instantly shattered any sense of confidence that Jennifer might have had.

“Oh my- oh my god!”

Her panic rose as the smell of her own flatulence wafted toward her nose.

“Embarrassing isn’t it? Do it again.”

PPFFFFFFFHHHRRRRRRRRPPPPTTTTTT!!!!

“And again.”

Jennifer tried to fight it, to contain herself, to hold it in as long as she could, but it was inevitable. She felt the bubbling roiling up in her stomach until the gas exploded out her ass with another foul smelling trumpeting blast. The noxious fumes sent Jennifer into a coughing fit.

“Do you feel the loss of control? Stinks doesn’t it?”

“Why are you doing this?” asked Jennifer while still coughing.

“I made all the others fat first. Thought I’d try something different. I admit, it’s amusing to me to see someone with so much pride, someone so stereotypically slim and sexy reduced to a gassy girl who can’t control herself.”

Jennifer felt her abs bow outward as her stomach bloated again with a buildup of gas. The pain eventually became too much and she needed to squeeze and

PPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTT!!!!!!!

Another long winded whiner was released.

“And that one was all your doing. Good job.”

Jennifer ran her hands down the curves of her slim body and looked at her athletic curves in the mirror as she moved her hands over the bloated shell of her midsection. She watched her pert ass cheeks tremble just slightly as she let out her largest fart yet followed by a loud groan of disgust.

“Careful. Don’t want to lose your cool.”

And with those words, Jennifer felt her skin go flush as she suddenly felt herself get very warm and experience the sensation of sweat breaking on her brow. In moments she could feel the sweat building up in her armpits. She shuddered as she felt a particularly large bead of sweat roll down her lower back and into the crack of her perfect heart shaped ass. She was already starting to develop quite the funk.

“Feeling uncomfortable? Go ahead. Take a whiff of yourself.”

The puppet strings lifted Jennifer’s arm and forced her head into the crux of her armpit. She reflexively took a large inhale and almost coughed at the stench.

“Quite the aroma, isn’t it? That’s all you. And just think. There’s about to be so much MORE of you in just a few moments. I think it’s about time for our main event.”

Suddenly, the strings hoisted Jennifer up off the ground and threw her into a mighty throne-like chair, fit for a Queen if it were not several sizes too wide. Jennifer was currently swimming in it, but she feared that that would not be the case for long.

Before her, the pigs that were Jennifer’s collection of cronies. Their fat bodies jiggled and dripped with sweat as they each carried heavy trays of food with them. 

“You chose to surround yourself with these people, to wield them as weapons of your cruelty. I think it’s only fitting that they get to play a role in your demise.”

Jennifer tried to protest, but the strings pulled at her head, and she opened her mouth just in time for Syn to cram an eclair into it.

The cream burst inside Jennifer’s mouth and slid down her throat, and there was nothing she could do as a second eclair was plopped into her mouth in short order, then a third, then a fourth. Syn seemed to have a thing for pastries, there were cream puffs next, and then cannoli, followed by coffee cake and doughnuts. Jennifer was feeling like a real pig indeed by the time she got to the pumpkin pie which was slathered in whipped cream. Once that was done, Syn just took the can of whipped cream and emptied that whole ting into Jennifer’s obedient mouth as well.

Fighting was useless. Jennifer knew that. All she could do was wait for the next course to be fed to her. The pains from her stuffings were momentary. She would feel a build up of pressure as her stomach swelled with food until she felt like she couldn’t possibly eat anymore. Then she would release another loud, violent burst of noxious ass gas, usually followed by a tremendous burp, and then her stomach would be roiling with hunger again, demanding to be fed. And her piggish servants were only too happy to oblige.

Bethany was next as she waddled her fat, stanky ass up to serve her queen with a platter laden with greasy, fattening faire. It was like her feast was going in reverse, starting with the sweet dessert and moving onto the more savory. This platter consisted of burgers and fries, pizza and hotdogs. Cheese and grease ran down Jennifer’s chin as the food was relentlessly fed to her, filling her cheeks like a chipmunk. Bethany was always the most aggressive of their group, other than Jennifer herself, and she hardly let Jennifer swallow her food before the next item was pressed to her lips.

The food that Bethany plied Jennifer with was piled high with onions and loaded with garlic. This had a palatable effect on Jennifer’s breath. Every time she did manage to catch a moment to breathe she also caught the distinct notes of her feast on her tongue. It also gave an additional pungent color to her flatulence much to Jennifer’s disgust, and the garlic was even starting to seep out her pores and intensifying her body odor.

“Getting quite ripe already, and we’ve got so much more to go.”

Next came Diana, her gut wobbling, as she struggled to carry a tray weighted down by an array of fattening fried foods. It was bar food galore, a feast of what normally would have been appetizers. Down the hatch went mozzarella sticks, stuffed mushrooms and everything that could possibly be called loaded including nachos, potato skins and french fries. Food slid down Jennifer’s throat thoroughly coated in sauce and cheese. The spicy Buffalo wings contributed to the growing mess on her face and came with enough heat to make her sweat even more profusely. 

This was also around the time that Jennifer began to notice her body expanding again. Unlike last time when she was just suddenly a parade balloon, this time she was beginning to fill out much more slowly, inflating with fat as each new bite touched her tongue. All those calories had to go somewhere after all once they passed Jennifer’s lips.

And they started with her hips.

Jennifer’s hips broadened as her sides overall grew wider. Her outer thighs filled with fat giving her chunky saddlebags. She could feel her muscles melting away, almost like she was melting into the chair, but instead she felt herself raising upward.

As her thighs and ass ballooned, their new size propelled Jennifer upward. The squishy fat mostly spilled sideways, but as her tight ass melted and grew into chunky cushions of chub, those plumping pillows pushed upward as well as out. She couldn’t really see them, but she could feel the fat blowing up her ankles and merging with her calves into fat swollen cankles and then continuing to flow down and turn her nimble feet into fat ones with sausage toes to match the sausage fingers that made up her chubby hands. She wanted more than anything to be over. She thought that if she could at least get out now she could still work most of this off in the gym.

Then out came the bread course brought forth by fat and farting Mildred. The dowdy serving girl had a platter fully plated with carbs of all kinds. There was sourdough, dinner rolls, slices of baguettes smother in cheeses, butters, oil, jams. Every spread imaginable was represented here. Jennifer couldn’t count the number of crostinis covered in various combinations of cream cheese that were crammed into her mouth. Jennifer really felt like a chipmunk now as her cheeks were constantly inflated with crusty bread, the same bread that crumbled and left a mess all over her growing cleavage.

It wasn’t just that Jennifer’s cheeks were expanding from the amount of bread crammed into them. Her entire face was beginning to grow as her cheeks filled with fat as well as food. It was like her cheeks grew rubbery as they puffed out into jowls that were by now consistently covered with a sheen of sweat along with a variety of sauces, gravy, and crumbs of all kinds. Her double chin wobbled as she let her jaw dropped and moaned in protest but more food kept coming.

“Hmmmmm….” mused Scarlet as she ran a finger across Jennifer’s second chin.

“Your mouth must be getting dry. Perhaps we should do something about that.”

A table full of milkshakes was rolled out and then strings pulled on Jennifer’s hands until she was double fisting glasses and chugging them down.

That’s when her belly really started to swell, surging forward as ice cream dripped down her sauce covered chin, picked up the crumbs in her cleavage and dropped them off on the wide expanse of her gut. Its girth filled her fat lap and kept expanding. It gurgled and wobbled as the fat kept flowing. She swelled in size, and just when it started to look like the fat sack in front of her was going to remain cartoonishly disproportionate, the fat began to spread itself out and she began to swell again all at once.

Just like the previously prim and proper popular girls turned pigs, Jennifer grew to become an immensely obese slob. As the weight gain sped up, the frequency and volume of her flatulence increased as well. She was now dropping bombs constantly, groaning and crying as she did so all between gulps of the milkshakes that she could not stop drinking. Her eyes were filled with fear over the combination of how she couldn't stop drinking and how much she didn’t want to.

Eventually though, even the milkshakes ran out as Scarlet began to bring things to their conclusion.

“All good things must come to an end,” she sighed.

By that time, Jennifer had immense tree trunk thighs with fat rolls that flowed over her knees even while she was sitting down. She had a massive gut that filled most of her fat lap and forced her legs as far apart as it could. This was no easy task because, besides having tremendous thunder thighs, Jennifer’s ass, hips, and waist had blown out so much that she was filling up the throne completely. Fat from her ass and love handles was oozing through the decorated arm work and getting pinched against the creaking wood. 

She was a great big ball of blubber, far fatter than any of the others.

“You know, in reality, queen bees are immensely fat so this is quite fitting.”

Jennifer could only sob, her tears mixing with the remnants of the nightmarish feast that still decorated her face. She felt like a circus fat lady crammed into a chair that previously could have held two people.

She was a sweaty hog with hair that had grown greasy and matted and stuck to her fat forehead. Even through the snot of her sobs, Jennifer could smell her foul body odor as it mixed with another bout of gas.

Pppphhhhhhrrrpppt

It was a smaller winding toot that seemed to suggest that things were finally slowing down. Jennifer was grateful for such a small mercy. She had to be, there certainly wasn’t anything else slow about her.

Scarlet stared at her victim. For the first time all night she was beginning to breathe heavily. This particular transformation had taken an extremely large amount of power, and she could tell her night was almost spent, but there was still a last bit of work to do.

“The others at least pretended they were sorry. Begged me to change them back. I’ll give you credit for keeping so resolutely quiet- Although, I suppose that may have been because I kept your fat mouth so full.”

Jennifer opened her mouth, but Scarlet brought an elongated finger to her victim’s lips.

“Shush dear. Don’t ruin it now.”

She leaned in closely to gloat one last time.

“Do you have any idea how magic works, my not so little piggy?”

Jennifer’s multiple chins wobbled as she shook her head in fear.

“It’s like water. It’s everywhere. Technically speaking everyone can get to it, can use it. But witches like me. We’re big ol’ rain clouds, just full of the stuff. Some of us are bigger than others, but we’ve all got it. Me? I’m cumulo-fucking-nimbus. And when a big nasty thundercloud like me finds people like you and your friends, I make it fucking rain. You got to live in the sun until you fucked with my daughter, and now the storm’s come down right on your fat fucking head!”

To emphasize her point, Scarlet poked Jennifer’s greasy head over and over again, causing her jowls to jiggle.

“But the thing about water is, wherever it is, it flows downhill until it meets its level, and it always looks for the path of least resistance to do that. Normally, when I make it rain, I pick the spot and then I just let go. Then the water goes where it wants. Yeah, I picked you, I picked how you changed. I do the whole dream thing. But when you wake up? How the world perceives you and responds, how everybody justifies what has happened, that’s all on the magic. It takes the path of least resistance to make things just sorta work out.”

Scarlet slid like a snake in front of Jennifer and dug her claws into Jennifer’s gelatinous gut.

“But I don’t want things working out for you.”

She rams one long finger up from Jennifer’s cavernous belly button until she could wobble the fat girl’s third chin.

“It takes a lot to make the water flow exactly where and how you want it to. But for you, I’m gonna dig a fucking ditch.”

With both hands, she pinched Jennifer’s chubby cheeks and then slapped her hands on Jennifer’s mammoth thunder thighs.

“The rest of them, they get to have pleasant memories of always being exactly who they are now, at least when they’re awake. The magic will take care of them. And it’ll mend things for you too, but I’m going to give it my own personal bent first. You got to be the skinny bitch you were. You got to rule over people for so much of your life, and then the weight just started to pile on like crazy. You let yourself spiral out of control while everyone watched. I want you to know everything you’ve lost forever. Everyone will remember the skinny bitch that you were and be thrilled by the fat, filthy, foul smelling hog that you’ve become. You get to remember exactly what it was like to be prim, proper and popular before losing control of yourself and becoming a fat, flatulent loser. That’s what you deserve.”

Scarlet turned to leave while Jennifer tried desperately to free her fat folds from the chair.

“So sweet dreams, Piggy.”

She disappeared in a twist of smoke leaving only her voice behind.

“Because the real nightmare’s the rest of your fat fucking life.”