The Scales of Time Chapter 9

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Here's chapter 9 in the Scales of Time where I really get to lean into another big eating scene.

Enjoy.

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Vivian plucked her panties out of her ass crack with her chubby fingers and sighed. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to get this tubby. Her hands slipped down the sides of her love handles and cradled her belly fat in her hands. It was a soft mass of pale flesh that she rolled between her fingers as she tried to remember what her abs used to feel like.

Years of perfection had gone out the window. All the time she spent keeping herself in shape was for nothing, lost to the indulgences of her freshman year that led to the freshman fifteen and spiraled into years of yo-yo dieting.

Now here she was as a senior in college, and it felt like she was at a precipice. She was set to begin her intense graduate level training inside her coven, striving to reach the heights of her magical abilities while standing here at her highest weight yet. This gut of hers was a constant reminder of the failure she saw herself becoming as were her thighs.

Those thighs had gotten soft and were beginning to touch together. Every pair of pants she had used to be tight on purpose to show off her sexy figure, but now everything made her legs look like overstuffed sausages. And those pants weren’t doing her ass any favors either.

She used to love her ass. In fact, it used to be her favorite part of her slim and sexy body. Her ass was tight. It turned heads. Now it just turned her stomach when she looked at it. Pale, and squishy and covered in cellulite, it was a soft, flabby mess that was clearly losing any semblance of a shape, and her chunky cheeks had the habit of swallowing up any panties they didn’t rip into incredibly uncomfortable wedgies. She hated her fat ass. 

Vivian gave her ass a spank in anger and felt it jiggle in response causing her to sigh again. She was not looking forward to having to cram it into any pair of pants. She wasn’t much a fan of doing anything except crawling back into bed and stuffing her face with chocolate until she felt better. She was supposed to workout with her sister Elizabeth today, but she dreaded having to put up with her sister’s comments, and figured she could put off her diet and exercise routine for at least a few more days.

Maybe she could invest in a girdle and hide her figure for a little bit, just long enough to regain some confidence and-

“NO!”

Vivian had seen enough of her past pitiful self wallowing in despair. She was disgusted at the flabby mess that Julia’s influence had caused her to become. She grabbed her presently much bigger belly in both hands, shook her gut and cursed in anger.

“Well I’m not letting myself turn into this.”

Wand out and her eyes filled with the fire of determination, Vivian stepped forward and into her past body. It felt nice to be slimmer again even if this past body was still far from the slim and sexy one she wanted. She knew she could still take control and change things for the better and for good.

“We’re going to go and workout with Elizabeth. We’re going to eat whatever shit she throws at us because our tubby ass deserves it, and then we’re going to whip said tubby ass back into shape. And you can lose this weight. You can get yourself back into control and be the most powerful witch in this coven because you can do anything. We are not a pig!”

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Julie was extremely pleased with what she was seeing. It was a real treat to see Vivian actually forced to be human, sweating up a storm as she tries to move her body enough to shed the unwanted pounds. She could see Vivian getting winded and clearly pushing herself too far. Julie could tell that if Vivian wasn’t careful she was going to end up pushing too hard and hurting herself, setting herself back and… well that gave Julie a rather devious idea.

She didn’t need to hide behind the great oak since she was completely ethereal, but it felt good to rest her hand on the tree that had inadvertently played a role in her aunt’s downfall and knew that she was now going to twist it to her ends to avenge her aunt in at least some way by defeating Vivian.

“Move that fat ass, tubs. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go.” barked Vivian’s sister, Elizabeth as the tubby raven haired girl huffed and puffed her way up the path. Her entire chubby body was jiggling, and Julie could tell that her legs must be burning.

Julie wanted to watch Vivian embarrass herself all day, but she knew that she had one moment to knock over another domino and achieve a far greater plan, and she couldn’t waste that moment lingering on a merely chubby version of Vivian making a spectacle of herself.

So as Vivian approached with a focus too driven to observe anything other than her own heart rate and a body too taxed to offer much resistance, Julie cast her spell, a simple one, one she could have done even in her college days.

And the root of the tree grew, not enough for Vivian in full exercise blinders to notice, but certainly enough to catch her ankle and send her falling to the ground screaming.

“Ah shit!” shouted Elizabeth as she rushed toward her sister’s side.

“You tripped on the fucking tree? Ah, you tubby idiot. You of all people should’ve- Okay. Okay. Stay still. I’ll get help.”

As Vivian writhed on the ground, Julie almost felt a little bad, but she didn’t have time to linger on compassion. She needed to make her second move and take advantage of the situation she had created for herself. So she left her chubby rival with her broken ankle under the shade of the great oak and touched the watch again to shunt herself slightly into the future.

Julie placed herself several weeks later in the school dining hall eager to scope out any sight of Vivian knowing this would be the perfect place to enact the next part of her plan. And, sure enough, she was soon rewarded with the sight of a rival who had clearly seen better days.

Vivian looked like a delightful mess, still hobbling about in a walking boot, her lack of physical activity was evident from the sight of her bloated body. Vivian’s chubby frame was still barely constrained by overly tight clothes. Her pale, pasty belly was sticking out from under the bottom of her t-shirt which was constantly rolling up no matter how often she pulled at it, and as she looked to load her tray with food she had to give up completely to focus on physically holding her feast.

It was a sampling at first, a nice bowl of salad whose only indulgences were the generous amount of goat cheese that was added and the fact that it was a bit overdressed with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. 

Julie decided that this would be an ideal test for the next part of her plan, just a little push similar to what she did before to ease herself into something grander.

“You should add some avocado, it’s the good kind of fat. Mmmmm…. And some bacon bits. Wouldn’t that be delicious? Protein is good for working out.”

Vivian blinked for a moment and did as she was told, and as she reached for the bacon bits, Julie slipped her astral form directly into Vivian’s once athletic body. The scoop of bacon bits became two, and then three. And once Vivian got herself to a seat the next command was simple.

Eat. Eat as fast as you can.

And Vivian did. She devoured the salad and before she knew it she was staring at an empty bowl. She had come into the dining hall with the intention of just getting a simple salad and even that had become more of a calorie laden affair than Vivian had planned on. She knew she should just go back to her dorm now and get back to studying, but she couldn’t shake the feeling in the back of her mind that she was hungry for more.

That feeling was Julie.

“That was a good first course, but you’re not nearly done. You know you need more food. You’re so hungry.”

Vivian got up and found herself walking back toward the buffet. She chastised herself as she felt her thighs rub together but kept going anyway until she was standing in front of the pasta section. She thought about just getting herself some fruit, but apparently carbs were calling her name. They were serving spaghetti and meatballs, and next to that was a huge tray piled high with garlic breadsticks.

Vivian could feel her stomach rumble.

Julie was making her stomach rumble.

“That’s right. You’re feeling pretty hungry, aren’t you my little piglet? Of course you are. You’re turning into a fatty, and us fatties need to eat. Don’t we, tubs? Come on. Reach for it. Reach for that food you know you want.”

Vivian felt herself reaching out for a thick, soft, delicious smelling garlic bread stick and placed it on a plate next to her mound of spaghetti.

“It’s cute that you think you can get just one.”

Her hand reached forward again as Vivian felt herself compelled to get a second one, and a third, and a fourth. Vivian couldn’t help herself. As she picked up each breadstick, her mind was filled with thoughts about how delicious they would be. She could feel herself already getting lost in the idea of stuffing her face with these warm, tasty treats and letting the troubles of her day just drift away lost in the distraction of her decadent desires.

“That’s right, piglet. Carbs can be so comforting. You know that. You deserve a little treat for yourself. No. A nice big treat for yourself. Go ahead. Things have been rough, and you could really use the pick me up. You NEED the pick me up. You NEED these breadsticks, so go ahead and get some more. Load up, tubby. Get set to stuff your fat face, my little piglet.”

Vivian didn’t stop at four breadsticks, or five. She laid the breadsticks on her plate, stacking them in a pyramid in satisfying rows until she had ten garlic breadsticks in total.

And she knew she wasn’t done.

She couldn’t help but head back to the spaghetti and meatballs and slam another huge ladleful of pasta onto her plate.

“That’s right, piglet. Slop up! Carbo loading is good for you. It’ll give you the energy you need to work out. Don’t forget to grab a couple more meatballs for the protein. You’re definitely going to work all of this off. Stuffing your face totally won’t make you too bloated and tired to workout later, and protein turns into muscle. This is how you’re going to lose those stubborn piggy pounds. You need fuel for exercise. And a growing girl like you needs lots of fuel for your big, greedy belly.”

Vivian made her way to a table by herself and began to stuff her face. She felt self-conscious at first as people she knew walked by and were clearly giving her looks, but then the struggling girl felt her thoughts changing yet again.

“You’re in control. You’re in complete control. You’ve always been in complete control. These people? Losers. Ignore them. They wish they could be you. They wish they could eat like you. This is nothing. You can enjoy this. You deserve to enjoy this. You don’t need to go on some crazy diet like these twig bitches. You’ve got a great metabolism still. You’ll cut back your portions just a bit and drop this weight no problem. You can cutback whenever you want to because you have willpower. You’re not a pathetic fatty like other people on this campus, like Julie. You’ve got it together. And if you want to eat this much spaghetti and these delicious breadsticks, you’re going to eat every last bit of it because you can. And if eating makes you feel good, you’re going to eat to feel good because you can stop whenever you want. You just don’t want to right now. You want to eat. You want to pig out.”

Vivian did want to pig out, to absolutely stuff her face with pasta, so she started to shovel the spaghetti into her mouth with reckless abandon. She opened her jaw as wide as she could to get as much as she could at one time and then slurped up whatever was left hanging out of her mouth without any care to the mess she was making as tomato sauce tainted her chin and shirt. With each slurp, it sprayed wherever it pleased. 

Once the massive plate of pasta was done, Vivian dedicated herself fully to the breadsticks. She tore into them with an animalistic ferocity and ate like a machine. The only time she broke her rhythm was when she realized she could use the doughy garlic breadsticks to sop up what was left of the tomato sauce. That genius idea- one that was truly all her own- opened her tastebuds up to a whole new world of flavor. 

Vivian had finished it all, the spaghetti, the greasy meatballs and the breadsticks. But when she realized there was still leftover tomato sauce she knew she needed more breadsticks. She grabbed two more, dipped them in the sauce and took them down in short order. When she was done with that she stuck her tongue and literally licked the rest of the plate clean which is when she realized that people were staring at her. She tried to walk away, but Julie had other plans.

Julie thought back on her past encounters with Vivian and couldn’t resist a more specific pasta punishment.

So more pasta was plopped onto Vivian’s plate, more spaghetti and meatballs but this time combined with fettuccine alfredo, and pasta primavera. Vivian looked down at the abomination she had put together for herself to eat. It was a plate of pasta slop that she knew belonged nowhere but in the garbage, but Julie wouldn’t let Vivian shove it anywhere but down her own throat.

“There you go, fat girl. Go stuff your piggy face. You know you want to.”

And Vivian did, somehow- and that somehow being Julie’s magical assistance- she found a way to pack in all that pasta until her piggish pot belly looked positively pregnant. She was ready to call it quits after spending more energy stuffing her face than she had in the weeks of not working out, but Julie was still not finished with her.

Vivian was screaming internally. She couldn’t understand why she was doing this to herself, why was heading back toward the buffet line with a belly so bloated that it was causing her to waddle like a pregnant lady. It was like she had no dignity left, and Julie leaned into that line of thinking to give Vivian some further motivation.

“Naughty, naughty piglet. You know what you have to do now. If you’re going to eat like a fat, naughty little piglet, you might as well go whole hog. You deserve to punish yourself. And the best way to punish yourself is to stuff your face some more. If you’re going to act like a fatty, be a big fat fatty. Then you’ll learn your lesson. Go on. Eat up, piggy. Oink. Oink.”

Vivian grabbed herself another plate and piled it high with mashed potatoes and gravy and fried chicken. The chicken was filled with grease that dribbled down her chins as she tore into it and chased it with spoonfuls of rich and buttery mashed potatoes. She felt like a complete hog as she continued to stuff her face and make a mess of herself, but she couldn’t put her fork down unless she was picking up another chicken wing to eat, and she wouldn’t put down the chicken until she sucked every piece of meat off the bone.

When she was done with that, she felt for sure that she was done and went to leave once again when….

“Oh, no no, piggy. You can’t leave yet. There’s always room for dessert.”

And so Vivian grabbed another tray and more plates and stacked them with cookies, and cake and grabbed a bowl that she filled with vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream which she drowned in syrup and smothered in whipped cream. Then she sat her fat ass down and began to scarf down her mountains of dessert. The cookies went first which meant that by the time she got to the ice cream it was already half melted and starting to blend together, and her taste buds were so overwhelmed by everything else that she could barely appreciate the flavors of the ice cream. The fact that she was eating everything so fast probably didn’t help either.

Once that was done, Vivian was left with an overtaxed tummy and a mound of chocolate cake still to go. With her dignity well out the window and nothing else to lose, Vivian dug in with a gusto and ate mouthful after mouthful of cake, staining her lips with chocolate. She could barely do it, but at this point, and completely under her own power, she was determined to finish to at least succeed at something. She needed the win and that win came in the form of a clean plate once she finished all her cake like a good little piggy.

Julie chuckled as she felt herself being pulled back to her present. She didn’t even try to slow herself down to see what the years would do to Vivian because she was too excited to get back to the present and see the results of her handiwork.

She knew it was going to be big.