The Scales of Time: Chapter 10

Ain't much to say here. This chapter weighs in at over 3,600 words. Lots of description and fat talk as Julie finally gets to really lace into Vivian.

Let's get into it.

Enjoy!

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The crowd gasped at the immensity of Vivian, and Julie could hear the heavy breathing of her opponent. Vivian was fat. Julie knew that, but she didn’t have the chance to see just how fat she was because she was too transfixed by the changes in her own body.

Julie was still fat. In fact, she was still obese. She still had a big belly and flabby thighs that rubbed together and titanic tits to match her wide, blubbery butt. But compared to where she was, it was night and day.

She must have lost almost if not over two hundred pounds!

It is really saying something about how fat Julie was at the start of the challenge to note that she had lost two hundred pounds and was still nowhere near what one would consider thin, and Julie knew that. She knew that her weight was still hovering somewhere near three hundred pounds. But Julie was over the moon, and more than losing weight, she had found a confidence in herself that she never knew that she had. She felt like she could absolutely rock this body, like she could own it and turn heads in her direction. She felt like an absolute queen ready to rule, and she loved it. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she loved herself.

And she also loved what had happened to Vivian.

Julie noted with delight that Vivian looked like she must weigh around if not exactly the same as her! And whereas Julie had gained a lot more shape and muscle as she slimmed down, Vivian’s muscles had completely atrophied making her look far softer, saggier, and rounded than Julie did. She looked down down at Vivian’s fat feet now wearing ruddy old mud caked sneakers, and began her inspection from the bottom up.

Vivian’s legs had grown to tremendous proportions. Each one dwarfed the size of what her tiny pencil thin waist used to be. Back before Julie meddled with time, Vivian’s legs were lean, limber, and athletic. She was both spritely and powerful, but as Julie looked at Vivian’s legs now she could see nothing but blubber.

Further machinations with time and magic had apparently caused Vivian to have a change in outfit. She was no longer clad in her leather pants which Julie thought was a real shame because she would have loved to see what Vivian’s massively fat body looked like straining against leather. However, Vivian’s current outfit gave a view that was perfectly enjoyable in its own way. The stunningly obese Vivian was clad in ill-fitting shorts, presumably to help her deal with the extra body heat her fat was making her deal with. The bonus to Julie was that most of Vivian’s thighs were fully exposed, so she got a real good look at the quivering flesh, complete with a view of their thoroughly cottage cheese-like texture. Vivian’s thighs were so voluminous and so soft that the fat was beginning to roll over her knees. Julie immediately got a thrill thinking about defeating Vivian and fattening her further until that fat was cascading over her knees like waterfalls of adipose.

As things stood now, Vivian’s stance was wide indeed. Her tree trunk thighs forced her legs apart and she looked under steady as she stood there still getting used to her obese body resting on her weak, fatty legs. She could tell that Vivian was having a hard time standing because Vivian’s cankles were extra red and swollen. Julie chuckled to herself as she watched Vivian drop one chubby hand to her side and give the pale, flabby flesh a squeeze as if to ensure that this was all really here and all really her.

And Vivian’s thighs weren’t even the fattest part of her.  That particular accolade was shared between her gargantuan gut and broken down dump truck ass.

Vivian’s big fat ass was made of two sagging sand filled balloons. The incredible amount of fat that filled them was soft and shapeless giving Vivian’s chunky caboose the appearance of a collapsing shelf of fat. Each blubbery ass cheek could fit its own chair, and Julie reached into her mind to pull out hilarious new memories of Vivian struggling to fit into desks wit her fat constantly hanging over the sides. Soon she would need to use the specially made desks that Julie used to be forced to humiliate herself with. Hell, Julie imagined Julie’s ass growing too big even for that. If Vivian were to ever sit in a class again she’d need her own table and two chairs to sit on.

Julie moaned at the idea of Vivian growing so fat that not only would her ass take up both chairs, it would spill over the sides of those two chairs, and then those poor chairs would inevitably creak and break, leading to fat ass Vivian stuck on the floor crying like a big fat baby.

At this moment, Julie got the satisfaction of a confused Vivian stomping around like an elephant in the mud. This made her entire body quiver and bounce with fat sloshing from side to side and up and down, Vivian’s body was so full of fat that when it shook like jello it was hard to take it all in. What Julie chose to focus on was the moment she got to fully see how colossal Vivian’s wide butt was. The pillowy cheeks were spilling out of the bottom of Vivian’s ill fitting shorts which were of course stretched to their limit. Vivian’s ass was so large and stretched them so much that Julie was able to catch a glimpse of Vivian’s ass crack as her cheeks crested like two moons over the horizon of her waistband.

On the opposite side and traveling in the opposite direction, was Vivian’s gelatinous gut. It was a turgid sack of fat that hung out from under the ill-fitting t-shirt she was wearing, an occurrence that Julie surmised would have occurred no matter what shirt Vivian was wearing given the girth of Vivian’s lower belly roll. This meant that Julie could clearly see the angry stretch marks that had grown along the bottom of Vivian’s bulbous belly. The fat of her stretch marked spare tire also undulated with the slightest movement. Her rolls of fat bunched up and bounced from side to side. It was quite the juxtaposition, thinking about how trim and toned Vivian’s belly used to be when compared to the gargantuan gut that now surged out before her.

And yet, Julie could picture it getting even bigger. She felt a moistness between her legs grow as she pictured Vivian at double this weight with double the size of her double belly. She imagined Vivian’s gut grown so large that it hung down almost to her knees, so monumentally huge that it would demand that Vivian’s fat legs spread wide when she sat down to accommodate its girth. She pictured Vivian with a stomach so fat and greedy that she would never be able to satiate it.

Julie grinned with glee at the realization that even Vivian’s arms had gotten sizeably chunky. They were plump marshmallows, weak jiggly limbs full of plush fat and ending in fat clumsy hands. Julie’s grin widened into full Chershire cat levels when she imagined Vivian’s arms growing even fatter, fat to the point that the flab encasing her biceps began to roll over her elbows. She wanted to turn Vivian into a mess of fat rolls, into a full on circus fat lady, the kind of fat person people would pay to gawk at because their size is so remarkable.

The grin remained on Julie’s face as she realized that while Vivian’s breasts had indeed gotten bigger, they were more of an inconvenience than anything else. Their heavy weight and lack of musculature made them sag and added tension to Vivian’s back. And their size was greatly outpaced by the prodigious double belly upon which they sat. Still, Julie enjoyed the idea of them swinging like pendulums at the sides of Julie’s double belly, big unruly udders.

Finally, Julie took in Vivian’s face, her big fat face. It was glorious to see the mix of emotions. Shock, horror, anger, and sadness, all played out on a canvas that was much wider than it used to be. Vivian’s face was a jowly mess with multiple chins drooping down, permanent and prominent fat deposits that wobbled like she was a turkey. Vivian’s bloated face was flushed. She looked tired and confused. Her eyes were trying to ignite with their usual confident spark, but the weight of the challenge so far had clearly left Vivian shell shocked if not completely broken. And Julie wanted to finish the job, she wanted to rob whatever confidence there was left behind Vivian’s eyes.

Julie’s inspection of her opponent was interrupted by Vivian’s own declaration once she had finally gotten her bearings.

“This can’t be happening,” Vivian explained as she pawed at her belly fat with her chubby hand.

Julie watched Vivian knead her lower belly roll in disbelief in one hand while carefully keeping a tight grasp on her wand with the other. She hoped that if she could just fluster Vivian a little more, she might be able to take advantage and disarm her. As a bonus, this also presented Julie with the opportunity to take out years of pent up frustration on the now very voluminous Vivian.

“I’d say the proof is in the pudding, but it looks like you ate it.”

Vivian looked up at Julie while still grasping her thick lower belly roll in her hand. With disdain she let her belly go and tried to straighten up and stand as tall as possible, something that was made difficult by her sagging breasts and big belly pulling her forward.

“I’m Vivian Blake. I’m destined to be the most powerful witch this coven has ever known.”

A spark of Vivian’s confidence almost ignited in her eyes, and Julie was determined to snuff it out.

“Hate to burst your bubble, porkchop, but I think that ship has sailed. I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“You have nothing. This is far from over.”

“Tough talk from someone whose muscles have turned to go. Hey, at least you’re still a big deal, emphasis on the BIG.”

“Y-y-you…”

Vivian’s stammering gave Julie and opening that she aimed to capitalize on. 

“Ya know. I think we could trade clothes now. You want to come raid my closet?”

“Shut up!” Vivian was filled with anger, but her shout lost its bite at the end as her voice broke under the knowledge that she could indeed share a wardrobe with this cow standing in front of her.

“You’re right. My clothes might be a little tight on you.”

“You little bitch,” Vivian snarled through gritted teeth and squeezed her wand so hard that Julie hoped she might snap it.

Filled with the confidence that comes from eliciting such a visceral response, Julie gave a victorious little twirl.

“I have lost weight. Thanks for noticing. I can see you’ve found it all.”

“I hate you.”

“Hey now, fat people are supposed to be jolly. Remember?”

There was the briefest of pauses, and Julie could see that the usually quick witted and barbed tongued Vivian was struggling to formulate a response, so she decided to press her advantage.

“Come on, Tubs. Turn that big fat frown upside down. Give us a laugh. Let’s see that belly jiggle like a bowl full of jelly.”

Vivian was growing more red faced and flustered. Her breathing became more rapid as the previously unknown feeling of anxiety seized her by the neck. 

Julie noticed the irregularity of Vivian’s breathing and wielded it as another dagger as she continued to lace into her fattened rival.

“Oh, I guess it does that just from you standing there breathing, huh? Boy, that gut has gotten soft. I just wanna squeeze it. It must be like a big squishy pillow. Maybe a bit too loose for me though. I usually like a firmer memory foam. I doubt your squishy gut offers enough neck support.”

“I’ll kill you!”

Vivian ran forward and bounced against her own magical barrier before throwing a few frustrated and ultimately fruitless magical blasts Julie way, an action which just caused Julie to chuckle in response.

“Woah. Us fat girls are supposed to stick together. Don’t we?”

Julie’s words were the equivalent of a patronizing pat on the head.

“I mean, I guess for now. I won’t be fat for much longer. And you, you’re going to get a LOT fatter.” She stressed the lot to really drive her point home and make Vivian crazed.

“You’re trying my patience, cur,” Vivian spat

“And your thighs are trying the seams of those sweat shorts, sow.”

“You’re just as fat as-”

The words caught in Vivian’s throat, but didn’t go unnoticed by Julie or the crowd, many of whom could help but laugh along with Julie.

“Ha! Made you say it, fatty. You’re fat. You’re fat. YOU’RE FAAAAAAAAAAT! FAT! Fatty fat fatty! Fatty Boomba Latty!”

Vivian let loose a roar and a mighty blast of arcane energy. With a wave of her hand, Julie reinforced her shield and the magic exploded in a blinding light. When everyone regained their vision it was clear nothing much had actually occurred and the two evenly matched witches were standing fine if slightly sweatier.

“You called me fat for years. Well guess what, you’re fat now, bitch,” said Julie slipping into a mocking British accent.

“Get your laughs in now, you overconfident cow. I still have my wand. I still have time. You will still lose and all these pounds will fall back on you. I’ll fix this whole thing. Just you wait-”

“For your weight to increase even more? I can’t. I’m just so eager to watch you really balloon. You’re going to wish you could be this thin just like I did. Look at me now. Still a fatty right? Remember how fat I was? That will be you soon enough. But you’re right. I do want to wait, just a moment to really savor this, to enjoy the last bit of confidence you still have before I crush you like you deserve. And I want you to feel it too. Do you?”

Vivian trembled. She felt her neck grow hotter because deep down she knew she really was struggling to find whatever confidence she had left. The idea of getting even fatter than she already was paralyzed her with fear, robbed her of her voice and left Julie to twist the knife even further.

“Feel that big heavy belly of yours. Feel it sagging. Feel it pulling you down, throwing you off balance. Feel the hunger that I’m sure is burning you up inside. You’ve got the rumble don’t you? You’ve got the need, the need to feed, you greedy glutton, you stuffed pig. You can deny it all you want, but I know there’s that feeling in the back of your mind that’s constantly wondering about what you next meal will be. It’s distracting isn’t it? You want a snack real bad, don’t you, fatty?”

Without thinking, Vivian’s hand travel to the pocket of her shorts where it fondled a tell-tale bulge, one Julie knew quite well.

“Is that a Snickers in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” She sneered.

Vivian recoiled in horror at the realization that this present version of herself truly had come to the challenge packing a snack like a greedy piglet.

“I’m warning you,” she offered up as a feeble attempt at a threat.

“Oh yeah. You wanna come get me? It’s gonna be real hard for you to chase me down with those thunder thighs getting in your way. Be careful or you’ll start a fire by rubbing those tree trunks together. It must be tough, piggy, to know you’ve got two thick thighs that are each wider than your waist used to be. You used to be so trim and sexy. You used to be able to run for days, and now you look like you’re winded just standing there. I don’t think you could run a block let alone a mile. Me? At least I’m used to this. It’s like I’ve dropped a giant batting doughnut off my waist and I’m ready to take some big swings.”

Vivian couldn’t even respond. She was spending whatever energy she had trying not to openly sob.

“Hey, the good news is that when I send you crashing down for good, you’ll have your big fat cushiony ass to break your fall. Isn’t that great, blubber butt? You’ll be nice and comfy because your ass is your very own beanbag chair. Of course, I doubt your blubbery marshmallow arms aren’t going to be able to pull you back up without plenty of help. You’re definitely a pathetic weakling now, wideload. Good luck getting yourself back up with that huge goddamn dumper weighing you down. You’ll never be queen bee again, I don’t think they make thrones wide enough to fit. You’re a real two seater kind of girl.”

“Fuck you!” exclaimed with a desperate gasp.

“That one really got you, huh? You must have loved your ass, loved turning heads with it. Well, you’ll still turn heads just in the other direction. People will turn and laugh at you, at least the ones that aren’t rude enough to laugh right in your face, and you’ll have to deal with plenty of them because being a fatty like you are sucks. Vain bitchy girls love to prey on fat helpless landwhales like you. You’re a vain girl’s favorite prey just like I was to you back before you became a total cow.”

“Go ahead. Keep talking. Keep running your fucking mouth.”

“Language. Language. Seems I’m hitting a nerve. What’s the matter, losing your cool? I suppose all that extra fat is bound to make you sweat, you hog.”

Julie could see Vivian’s resolve weakening. She gripped her own wand tightly and prepared to level it for the finishing blow. She could do it now, but she faced a moment plagued by both uncertainty and her own desire to keep taunting Vivian, to savor this moment. She just needed to crack Vivian a little more.

“Even your face has gotten so fucking fat from all the food you stuff it with. You’re such a pouty piggy. It’s a really unattractive look for you, hoggy. I gotta say though, I love the way your double chin wobbles when you’re angry.”

“Enough talk!”

“You’re right. It’s been fun, but I think I’m done with this blubber for good. You can have it all and more. Just picture it piling on, filling it up, weighing you down more and more. This is the fat fucking karmic punishment that you deserve.”

Landing on a suitably dramatic line, Julie raised her wand and sent another arcane bolt directly at Vivian to end this once and for all.

With barely enough time to spare, Vivian got her counter charm up in time to deflect the bolt away. As she stood there, tired, heavy, but knowing that Julie had just tried to finish her and failed, a small glimmer of hope began to grow again in Vivian’s eyes. She stood as proudly as she could with her fat, sweaty, mud splattered body and summoned the courage and confidence she had left.

“I’m going to crush you,” she whispered.

It was something about that whisper that sent a chill up Julie’s spine.

“Maybe if you happen to fall on me! Ya walrus!” she tried to yell, but she could tell her words were not filled with the same bravado as before.

“It’s not… it’s not going to happen,” growled Vivian.

“You can’t stop me!” Julie barked. Her voice raised to a volume she had never known before.

And yet, Vivian stood as calm as ever.

It was as if what Julie had said had set the gears in Vivian’s cunning brain turning. Julie could only watch as Vivian’s face regained its normal color, and Vivian’s flustered frown twisted back into a grin.

The runes of time began to glow again and lit Vivian’s fat face from underneath, but even with the double chin, the jowls, the piggish nose, all Julie could see was Vivian’s confident sneer and raised eyebrow.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Vivian whispered and disappeared with a laugh.

Julie was stunned until she heard the ticking in her head. One, two, three, she was already behind.

And then she clicked her watch and vanished.

In an instant, one even quicker than Julie had anticipated, Julie found herself standing on the sidewalk. Her stomach turned as she found herself grasping for exactly where and when she had landed.

The weight in the pit of her stomach grew heavier as the burning realization burnt within.

Julie was standing in front of the dining hall.

She was supposed to be making her way to the contest. She was late!

Julie went to start off in a run, but her foot paused in the air.

“Where do you think you’re going, piggy?” whispered a familiar voice from inside her mind.

Julie tried to put her foot down, to keep heading toward her challenge, but instead she found her body turning itself around. Each of her legs moved of their own accord and sent her trudging back toward the dining hall.

As Julie moved like a puppet on strings, all she could do was listen to the taunting words of Vivian from inside her mind.

“Checkmate, piggy. It’s time to eat.”