Nightmare Pigs: Chapter 4

Time for Scarlet to fatten another bully into a pig. (Featuring weight gain and slob for those who are new to the story.)

Enjoy.

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“You’re such a fat loser, Large Marge,” Diana Pendelton laughed as she used both her hands to grab and shake Marjorie Smith’s big fat belly.

When the crying fat girl turned around, Diana felt bold enough to give her a big smack to her wide rear.

“Oink! Oink! Piggy!” she cried as she watched the dejected fat girl waddle down the hallways.

Diana felt the hands of approval on her back as her friends complimented her on how she put that fat pig in her place. One of them did pinch her shoulder just a little too hard, and she felt a fingernail dig into her skin. She turned around to see who it was, but her friends were already heading down the hallway, and Diana had to move quickly to catch up.

This was more the position she was used to, the follower, the one coming in just behind the others. She strode to catch up and take her place next to Em and behind Bethany and Cynthia with Jennifer taking point.

Diana couldn’t help but admire the curves of the three women directly in front of her. She knew she was attractive in her own right. If she wasn’t, they wouldn’t have accepted her into their group. But she also knew that she couldn’t compare to the curves of these three confident goddesses as they strut before her, Jennifer Russel especially.

While everyone considered Diana to be more of Bethany’s pet project, which she was, Diana always had her eyes on the undisputed leader. Jennifer’s figure was an absolute knockout, a perfect hourglass, and the mean girl had so much confidence and control. She was everything Diana wanted to be and be with.

She was admiring Jennifer’s perfect ass when–

PPPPPPPHHHHFFFFRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!!!

Jennifer let out the loudest fart that Diana had ever heard.

And then a second.

And a third.

All without breaking stride.

And as Diana’s recoiled and held her hand to her nose she realized that Bethany and Cynthia were doing it as well.

“Come on, ladies. Get a hold of yourselves.”

But it was more than just the gas. Diana noticed that with each blast that escaped an ass, those asses seemed to get fatter. They were blowing up. It was like all that gas was making the girls blow up like balloons despite the incredible amount of it that they were letting out.

Each of the three popular girls were swelling with fat and farting, turning from prim and proper ladies to fat, sloppy pigs right in front of Diana’s eyes. Their breasts swelled and sagged, their butts grew blubbery, their bellies burst through share shirts and hung out of the waistbands of the skirts and pants shamelessly. They grew thick thunder thighs and had fat, swollen faces with jowls and juicy double chins. And the fat didn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon. The previously slim and sexy vixens were just getting fatter and fatter and more flatulent.

“You- you need help.”

Diana turned to Em to see that she had fallen victim to the fattening as well, swelling up to piggish proportions just like the rest of her friends.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Oh, but it is.”

Diana turned around again to see a woman that she didn’t know but who knew her all too well. The woman with long purple hair and matching nails floated toward her.

“Who are you?” screamed Diana.

“I think this is the spot where I’m supposed to say something like ‘I’m your worst nightmare.’ But I like to think of myself as so much more than that.”

“L-Leave me alone.”

“Oh no dear. I can’t do that. I’m on quite the roll tonight, and you- you’re next on my list.”

Diana looked around at her now fat and disgusting friends.

“I- I don’t want to be like them.”

Scarlet shook her head.

“Don’t lie to me, dear. You’ve always wanted to be like them. That’s the problem. Can’t have you back out of that now just because your friends have gotten a little chunky.”

Scarlet’s laughter was punctuated by the flatulence of the fattened popular girls.

“Oh, at that too of course. That’s part and parcel with the piggishness. You’ll be doing lots of that.”

Diana’s face blanched with fear even as her nose wrinkled at the smell.

“Please. Don’t do- whatever it is you’re going to do. Don’t make me like them. I can change– or whatever it is I need to do-- I can do it.”

“Diana, you couldn’t even be nice to Marjorie in your dreams. And now it’s time for your punishment.”

Jennifer and Em’s fat bodies faded away.

“I haven’t gotten to those two yet. But these two.”

Suddenly, Cynthia and Bethany were transformed out of their torn up designer clothes and into different outfits entirely.

Cynthia’s outfit was somehow even more revealing. She was dressed all in black, a black bustier that failed to contain the lower portion of her gut, a pair of black booty shorts that had her ass cheeks hanging out, and black fishnets that made her cellulite covered thunder thighs look like tressed up hams in a butcher’s window.

Bethany was dressed in a too short sundress whose light fabric was still stretched taut around her bulbous belly and was pushed up by her thick thighs and even thicker blubber butt. Her arms and legs were clearly hairy, and the hair on her head was slick and greasy. Diana could smell the unmistakable and pungent blend of pot and body odor wafting off of Bethany.

Both girls let out tremendous farts before disappearing and leaving Diana alone with Scarlet in the darkness.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Suddenly Diana was standing there naked and ready for Scarlet to inspect.

“Hmmm. You are rather thin. I suppose you think that’s enviable. You do love your thinness. I can tell. But you’re not nearly as curvy as your other friends. Does that bother you? I imagine it must. You’re something of a mousy girl overall, certainly a member of the itty bitty titty committee, but you’re definitely one of those ‘pretty in your own way’ kind of girls. And I’m sure the confidence you get from hanging around your clique helps with things.”

Diana tried to run away but found herself paralyzed as Scarlet touched her on the shoulder. As she pinched her with her long fingernails, Diana recognized the stinging sensation from earlier.

Scarlet slid her hands along the length of Diana's body before planting a kiss on her navel. Diana couldn’t help but admit that there was a shock of pleasure that ran through her when she did that.

Scarlet had a long twisted grin on her face as she prepared for Diana’s destruction. She tapped both of her hands on Diana’s thighs and then used Diana’s slender hips as leverage as she brought herself back up to a standing position.

“Do you know what your problem is, Diana?”

Scarlet ran her long finger up Diana’s trim middle and swirled it around her nipple, teasing it.

“You’re a fucking leech. The Bethany’s and Cynthia’s of this world, especially the Jennifer’s of this world, they’re bitches, but they’re fucking leaders. At least you have to respect them because they know how to get and keep power- Until someone like me comes along. But you? You just latch yourself onto them. It’s pathetic. You make nothing of what promise you have and just siphon what power and popularity you can from others.”

Out of the aether came a long tube which Scarlet grabbed and ran along the side of Diana’s slim face.

“You suck.”

And she tapped the tube against Diana’s trembling lips.

“So let’s put that skill of yours to use.”

“Y-you- You don’t understand! With people like that you have to latch on. You’re either in their wake or in their way, and if you’re in the way they crush you.”

Scarlet tapped the tube against her own chin as she gave Diana a thoughtful nod.

“Interesting argument. Don’t care for it.”

Then she shoved the tube roughly into Diana’s mouth, and– try as she might to fight against it– Diana was powerless to stop her lips from wrapping themselves around the tube and creating an air tight seal.

“Time to get FAT!”

Whatever nightmare fluid was pumping through the tube and into Diana’s mouth was thick and creamy and bitter. It was some kind of vile concoction that tasted awful on her tongue but slid easily down her throat until she could feel it settling heavily in her stomach.

Her stomach began to gurgle and then stretch outward as the liquid filled her. At first it felt like her stomach was bloating just from the amount that she was drinking, but it soon became clear that something else entirely was happening. Her stomach was filling with liquid, but it was blooming with fat. Her trim waist began to bulge out in all directions, and her flat tummy soon became a pudgy paunch as it grew layer after layer of soft adipose tissue.

“Getting a little chubby there, girl. Better watch what you’re eating.” Scarlet laughed as she gave Diana’s bulging belly a taunting pat.

As she continued to gulp down the liquid, Diana’s midsection continued to expand. Not only did her pudgy paunch become a full blown pot belly that was starting to sag downward, but she also sprouted a pair of thick love handles as her midsection popped outward like an overfull jug of water. The gurgling of her stomach intensified until.

PPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPHRRRTTT!!!!!

Diana let loose a sudden and thunderous burst of gas.

“OOF!” Scarlet giggled as she made a show to Diana of waving her hand in front of her nose. Diana’s only response was another loud and involuntary toot.

“Yup. I’m afraid you’re going to be doing that quite often, Stinky.”

As another loud, long, whining fart escaped her ass, Diana could feel her ass cheeks vibrate, and as she expelled noxious gas from her ass, she could feel that vibration get bigger as he butt cheeks fleshed out behind her, growing thick but flabby with fat, filling up like two quivering balloons as her butt let out more air. She grew a big spongy butt with well cushioned cheeks that sagged toward her thighs. The flapping of her flabby bottom modified the sound of her farts like a trumpeter using a mute to give them a distinct wah wah” sound. She could feel her tiny ass growing heavier with each passing moment as the liquid continued to fill her and turn her body to blubber.

She also felt the hard stink of Scarlet spanking her.

“Coming along nicely there, Blubber Butt. But we’re not nearly done. Keep suckling, Piggy.”

As ordered, Diana’s butt kept growing in size and softness. The saggy fat began to drift further downward even as the blubber kept billowing outward as well. Her flabby butt cheeks began to, now dimpled with cellulite, began to rest on her thighs, at least when Scarlet wasn’t spanking or shaking them. Scarlet’s fingernails seemed to take extra pleasure in sinking into Diana’s thickening ass meat.

Diana’s thighs were the next thing to thicken, and they began to plump up fast. Since she lacked any of the athletic backgrounds of the other girls, her legs swelled quickly into saddled bags, and as the pounds piled on her plush thighs soon pressed together. Just like her fat ass, her thighs also became marred by cellulite giving them a pale cottage cheese like quality. Her thighs began to quiver as the liquid kept pouring into her. The thick flesh continued to bloom and its soft jiggliness belied her thighs’ thunder-like quality. She was a storm of fat down below.

It was becoming clear that as the fattening liquid filled her previously slim frame that it was turning her distinctly pear-shaped. Although her burgeoning belly was quite large, the swelling of her ass and thighs were well outpacing it. Diana cringed as she felt the flesh of her thighs press together more and more and force her stance to widen. She knew that if she ever got out of this, she would be stuck waddling for the rest of her life, if she could even walk at all.

The horror at the realization that she might end up completely immobile, just a big blob of useless fat sent a shiver down Diana’s spine that was punctuated by another obnoxious loud blast of noxious gas from her big fat ass.

Scarlet could sense Diana’s every thought, and she had to admit that the idea of making her completely immobilized by fat was a very tempting one, but she knew she wouldn’t do that. If Diana were immobile she would have to attend her college courses and she’d be free to reliving the same harsh scrutiny scorn she had made others, like her precious baby, Marjorie, face. Besides, Scarlet wasn’t cruel. She believed the punishment should fit the crime, and everyone should be punished by degrees. She was savoring her greatest punishment by far for Jennifer Russel.

But Diana’s fattening was far from over.

As flab continued to fill her legs, Diana could feel her calves fattening until they were joined by her swelling ankles to form thick, bloated cankles. And the fat even filled her feet. Diana could feel herself lift every so slightly as her well padded feet swelled with fat, fat that filled her toes and made them thick little sausages.

Scarlet conjured a full length mirror so Diana fully could fully take in what was happening to her, how fat she was getting even as the thick fattening liquid showed no signs of slowing down. Diana was incredibly pear shaped with all of the fat currently settling her stomach and below and leaving her still slim above the waist. It looked almost comical.

“Don’t worry. We’re not done yet.”

The liquid continued to pump into Diana and slide its way down her throat, and she could feel her body continue to fatten. It was like the fat began to work its way back up her body, and as her thighs and ass and belly all grew fatter, the fat began to bloom in all the places it hadn’t before.

Her breasts swelled and began to sag under the new weight. The rest of her fat belly was still getting fatter faster than her breasts were, but her breasts were growing heavy and bright stretch marks began to spread. Her loose, saggy tits hung down and came to rest like small pendulums on Diana’s much larger gut. Those breasts were the kind that were more trouble than they’re worth with the pain that Diana could already feel twitching through the rolls of fat in her back.

Diana’s thin arms soon became quite the opposite. The fat filled them, and her slender limbs became fat ones with big flabby bingo wings. The chunky limbs include a pair of hands with fingers that match her toes in becoming chubby sausages. She was never a particularly strong woman, but now her flabby arms made her look and feel exceptionally weak.

As the liquid continued to flow down her throat, Diana could feel its effects thickening her neck. And, inevitably, that meant that the fat finally worked its way up to her face where it plumped up her cheeks and drooped downward into a thick double chin. Her face took on a full moon kind of roundness. It grew fat and bloated, and Diana looked at it in the mirror that Scarlet provided her, tears ran down her chubby cheeks.

She was a fatty. That was the truth of it. She was a piggy, a big fat piggy. This was everything she had always feared. Years of watching her weight, of eating so much salad undone completely in just a matter of minutes as she was turned into a full blown fatso.

PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRPPPPPPBBBTTT!!!!!!

And a big stinky pig to boot. A fat gasbag! She felt disgusting.

Eventually Scarlet pulled the tube out of Diana’s mouth and she was able to move again. Her hands immediately flew to cradling the fat around her middle. She squeezed and shook her spongy gut. She began to fondle her fatty flesh, shaking her thighs slapping her ass, pinching her thick love handles. Diana needed to confirm that this was all real, and she was horrified to see that it was. Thinness was her ideal, and now it was lost to her forever. She was stuck as a fat loser.

And yet, as her body felt heavier she felt somehow like her head was getting lighter.

“Wait, my head… it’s…”

The workings of her thoughts seemed to be getting slower by the second. It was like her mind was mired in a pool of molasses. No, not molasses – bubblegum, bright, pink bubblegum.

“You’ve always been a schemer, Diana. I think the best thing to do is to take the particular ability away from you.”

“No. Like, that’s not like fair. Ya know? I always been a smarty, and now you’re like making me a big fat bimbo, big fat fatty dumbo bimbo me. Like that’s so not like cool or right or like anything.”

Suddenly, Diana found herself clad in clothing closer to what she saw Cynthia wearing earlier but in all pink. She wore a bright pink tube top that fully exposed most of her pot belly, a gelatinous gut that was mostly swallowing a navel piercing she never had before. Her tits were pressed up and practically spilling out of the top. And her pants were tight shorts with the word “Juicy” stretched out across her wide blubber butt.

Diana’s hair was now platinum blonde and teased to the max, and the amount of makeup that she had on her face would best be described as too much. She began to pout with her plump fire engine red lips.

“No. Please. I like don’t want to be a big fat dummy. I’ll be fat but like not a fat bimbo.”

“Too bad, honey. Actions have consequences. Now you’re a big fat airhead.”

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“Full of hot air too!” Scarlet laughed and then gave Diana’s blubbery butt another spank.

“Now, I’m gonna let your big fat dumbass self stew with this. I’ve still got two more of your friends to visit tonight.”

Scarlet left Diana there alone.

Diana knew she had gotten herself into some big fat trouble, but she couldn’t for the life of her think of a way out.