The Scales of Time: Eloise's Interlude

Eloise used to spring out of bed in the morning. Her lithe body would leap into action, ready to take on the day, full of life and energy.

Now as her alarm blared, her chubby hand groped desperately for the source of the headache currently pounding in her fat head. The fat on her arm wobbled helplessly as she patted around for her phone currently lost amongst her bed sheets along with several candy wrappers.

Eloise hadn’t always been a serial snacker, in fact up until a few days ago, she had abhorred the idea of ingesting excess sugar. Her body was a temple, but now…

Now it was a gluttonous mess.

And Eloise couldn’t stop herself from eating chocolate even if she wanted to. It was like the fat that had piled onto her body came with a compulsion, a need to stuff itself regularly with junk food, and as she did so, the girl who had once been so slim and sexy and glamorous had quickly settled into her new role as a sedentary sow, a greedy little piglet, a fat girl who had no care for quality of food she stuffed her fat face with or the mess she left behind.

It was quite a fall that Eloise had taken, going from being a pretty popular cheerleader, a powerful witch in her own right, a glamor girl who others cowered in front of to being a bloated, powerless porker who was weary at just the idea of having to move in the morning. Just a few days ago she had felt like a princess. Now she felt like a pig, the biggest, fattest loser she knew.

As Eloise struggled to find her phone, she dreaded the things that she knew were in front of her for the day: Having to shower, forced to feel her fat flabby body as cleaned herself before struggling to get dressed and then struggling once again with her newly enormous appetite, her pretty, jerk of a sister, her lousy job as a cafeteria worker, the cruel jabs of her former friends and the petty laughter of people she once used to look down upon. Eloise remembered all of the joy and promise that her life used to have as her thoughts were interrupted by the rumbling of her greedy pot belly signaling its desire to be filled with a big, greasy, calorie bomb breakfast. She wished she could just stuff her face in bed and not have to face the rest of the day.

Eventually the big lazy pig fumbled around long enough to find her phone and turn off her alarm. Then, with an annoyed grunt, Eloise realized it was time to begin the arduous process of getting her fat body out of bed.

It used to be so easy, the kind of thing Eloise did without thinking. Core strength used to be something she prided herself in, but now that pride was buried below layers of pudge. To call her stomach a paunch at this point would be an understatement. She wouldn’t even call it a pot belly at this point, not since her unfortunate run in with Julie. Now she had a big sloshing spare tire. It was a tremendous inconvenience in a lot of ways, making so many tasks she had never even thought about doing before into a total nightmare, including getting out of bed.

Her gut pressed against her tremendous thighs as she tried to sit up. She was straining against the size of her own flabby middle, the weight of her gut holding her back, the lack of muscles leaving her a weak sweating mess pathetically struggling like a turtle on her fat back.

Eloise fruitlessly swung her flabby arms like a big fat baby throwing a tantrum. This had been the same story each morning since her transformation, it was an awkward dance that reminded her that she was a weak, pathetic, fat, loser.

Eventually, Eloise managed to roll herself over into her side by swinging fat pasty thigh around. She was already breathing heavily. Her chunky cheeks flapped together as her spare tire kept her momentum going and made her roll off the bed. She nearly fell to the floor but luckily she managed to get a fat foot on the floor first and steady her wobbly self. Already exhausted from her exertion, Eloise waddled off to the bathroom to shower.

As Eloise waddled off toward the bathroom, she was painfully aware of every move her fat body was making. She felt her pasty thighs rubbing together as she swung them awkwardly to move her massive bulk across the room. She felt the bouncing of her blubber butt and the swaying of her sloshing spare tire.

Once she got to the bathroom, she caught the reflection of her face in the mirror above the sink and barely recognized what she saw. Her cheeks were bloated, puffy messes. She had a jowly look complete with a thick double chin. It even looked like her nose as wider, fatter, more piggish. But her eyes were still hers. They had dulled considerably, devoid of the same verve she had back when she was a princess and not a pig, but she could still tell they were hers, and they served as the reminder that this was indeed real and not just a nightmare. They told her to her face that she was a fatty.

Eloise spun her fat body away as fast as she could and quickly used a chubby hand to crank up the hot water in the shower, eager for the steam to cover the mirror so she wouldn’t have to look at herself.

The warmth of the water felt good against Eloise’s soft body, but showering was still yet another thing that made Eloise feel like a gross pig. Her bingo wings wobbled as she reached for the soap.

Showering was not an easy task for Eloise for a number of reasons, the biggest of which was her big belly. Her fat gut made bending over difficult and took extra time to clean it specifically because of how large it was. Eloise used to love washing her abs. Her gut disgusted her, the feeling of the turgid fat rolling between her fingers repulsed her and she was horrified by the idea that she now had fat rolls and folds that she had to clean between. She had to physically lift her belly with one hand so that she could clean the underside of her gut with the other. Few things make her feel like a bigger fatso than cleaning her underbelly, except of course for the fact that cleaning parts of her legs are now quite literally impossible.

As Eloise slid her hand between her thick thighs to soap them up, she bemoaned the fact that any gap she had was long vanished. Her fat enveloped her hand on both sides as she slid it up and down. Eloise tried to wash her thighs as quickly as she could because the feeling of touch all that pale, squishy, fat makes her sick to her big fat stomach. And that same big fat stomach is something that she once again has to squish and move around just to bend over as much as possible. Her days of being able to bend down and touch her toes is over. She can’t even see her feet without pressing down on her fat gut. This means that her cankles are only cleaned by the soap that washes down her legs since she can’t easily scrub those at all.

And then comes her wide, round, blubbery behind.

Her big fat spongy ass is a monster in its own right to clean. She goes to work dutifully cleaning her lard ass, rubbing her chubby hands all over, under and between her big fat cheeks. This was to Eloise the most disgusting part of her whole shower. She can’t believe that this is her own fat flabby ass, but the palmfuls of chunky cheeks makes it clear that all of this lard is hers.

“Lard ass,” she mutters to herself.

“Fat ass. Piggy. Oink Oink. Piggy. Oink. Oink”

Eloise began to spank her own fat ass, sending her flab wiggling and jiggling as she continued to disparage herself.

“You’re a disgusting land whale now, Fatso. And absolute cow.”

She begins to sob, her tears covered by the streaming hot water from the shower.

“I used to be so hot, and now I’m a fat fucking loser.”

Eloise pounds her fat fist against the shower wall and shakes her fat, saggy gut with her other hand in anger. But eventually she pulls herself together because there is still more of her fat body to clean.

That brought her to her breasts, fat lumps that she used to prize but her now dwarfed by the rest of her fat body. They were soft and saggy as she held them and bemoaned their former perkiness. Now they were just deflated sandbags of fat, flabby tits that were nothing compared to what they used to be even if they were technically slightly bigger.

Finally, Eloise cleaned her fat face. She used to have an incredibly intricate skincare routine, even when she had magic. It was more of taking the time and making a point of pride out of taking the time to take care of herself. Now there is no care, she cleans her fat face as quickly as possible because she can stand the feeling of the fat that covered her previously angelic face.

Once she is finally done, Eloise shuts off the water, struggles to get her fat form out of the shower and goes about drying her obese body, rubbing each roll and fold with the towel. It pains her to bounce her big belly up and down as she dries it and pains her even more to squeeze the redundant softness of her once pert and now lard filled ass.

Getting dressed was another humiliating ordeal. Eloise started with her panties. Previously she always wore dainty, sexy underwear, slim cut, and often thongs. Eloise loved the feeling of knowing that even under the most mundane of outfits she was wearing sexy underwear that perfectly fit her perfect ass. But now she had a drawer full of bland, gray, sad, granny panties, panties that when held looked like tents, and yet they were still tight when she got them over her bloated rear end, a task that took quite a while. Once again, her big belly and her thunder thighs fought each other as she struggled to get her granny panties up. There was a lot of grunting and whining before she finally managed to get them up over her shelf of a bed and felt the unfortunate tightness against her flabby butt cheeks.

After that came her work slacks which meant more struggling to pull them up over her thick quivering thighs and fighting her bulbous belly to button the slacks. Once she finally got them buttoned, her belly bounced and hung over the waistband, a useless flabby mess good for nothing but causing her trouble. And it began to rumble signaling that her greedy gut needed to be fed. Eloise sighed, knowing that she was powerless to resist her hunger.

So she did up her shirt, feeling the buttons strain against her belly, sighed, which inflated her double chin, and then waddled off so she could lumber down the stairs and stuff her face.

Waffles, smothered in butter and syrup, oatmeal made with full fat milk-nothing less, scrambled eggs and bacon, lots and lots of fatty, greasy bacon. This was the feast that Eloise cooked up for herself. Eloise can’t help herself. It is a compulsion to cook. Her greedy gut demands it, and she gives in. Inside she is screaming. There is a piece of her that wants to just have a bit of fruit and a nice cup of tea. But then she drowns that thought out with a big cup of coffee that is mostly heavy cream.

Eloise eats like the pig she has become, stuffing her face, slurping down her oatmeal, dripping it down her chin. She has gone from a dainty, glamorous woman, prim and proper, to being an absolute animal when it comes to destroying her food, feasting on fattening delights with reckless abandon.

At some point, her mother comes down the stairs, sees what her pig of a daughter is doing, catches a whiff of Eloise’s noxious gas and simply runs out of the room crying.

“You’re really something, Piggy.”

The laughter came from behind Eloise and was her younger sister.

“Poor mom. She must be so disappointed to watch her daughter become an absolute cow. Moo.”

“Shut up, Maddie.”

Eloise’s sister, Madison was chubby. She had always been chubby, and up until Eloise blew up like a balloon. Eloise had always considered her nothing more than a chubby little piglet. But now that Eloise truly knew what it meant to be a big fat pig, she had to admit that Madison was indeed rather pretty.

Madison wore her weight well and knew how to dress her curves to make herself look more than just presentable. While she wasn’t as stunning as Eloise had been, Eloise now wished she could be as thin and put together as her chubby sister.

Eloise had spent years making fun of her chubby sister, making it known how inferior she thought she was, chastising her constantly because of her weight while flaunting her own tight, fit, gorgeous body. And now Madison was making up for lost time when it came to taking her revenge.

“I do so love seeing you like this, Fatso. Seeing you physically turn into the greedy pig you always were inside is such perfect karma. I love pinching me an inch,” laughs Maddie as she squeezes one of Eloise’s thick love handles.

“Hey look, I got you a present.”

Madison has a devious smile on her as she produced a white box full of six cupcakes with pig faces on them. Eloise recoiled at the sight even as her mouth began to water.

“I-I’m full.”

Maddie just smiled some more and patted Eloise’s doughy belly.

“Oh, Piggy. We both know that fat greedy gut of yours still has more room.”

She picks up the first of the cupcakes and holds it up to Eloise’s fat face.

“You used to make my life a living hell, so now you owe me this, Blubber Butt. Now that you’re the pathetic fatty you always told me I was, I’m going to make you even fatter the old fashioned way. And if you don’t eat what I tell you, I’ll just use magic to blow you up like a parade balloon. You’ll need a scooter to get around, do you want that?”

Eloise didn’t know if Maddie was bluffing or not. She had to believe that she was, but she also knew she didn’t have a choice. She couldn’t risk that Maddie wasn’t telling the truth.

So she just shook her fat head, sending her double chin wobbling.

“Then open wide, my not so little piglet.”

Eloise dutifully did as she was told and opened wide which allowed Maddie to shove the cupcake into her mouth with no care to the way the crumbs and icing smattered against her cheeks.

“That’s right, Oinker. One down, five more to go.”

With no other choice, Eloise allowed her sister to stuff her with the rest of the cupcakes, dutifully chewing and swallowing like a good little pet piggy. That’s what she felt like, a bloated pet piggy, a lazy sow being fed by her younger, prettier, more powerful sister. She was a helpless hog, a pitiful porker.

And before she knew it, she was done. She had eaten all of the cupcakes without even giving it another thought. If anything, Eloise was disappointed to realize she still wanted more.

“There you go, Fatso. You’ve been such a good piggy. Now, you enjoy the rest of your fat miserable day, Chunk.”

After that, Eloise waddled off to her coven assigned job as a fat cafeteria lady in the dining hall where she once held court. She used to strut around there regularly drawing admiring stares and giving sneers and unkind words to the unwashed masses. Now she was the one on the end of the sneers and jeers and could do nothing about it but hang her head and waddle back behind her station.

That’s when she saw her yet again, her best friend turned biggest tormentor, Vivian Blake. All Eloise could do was cower and hope Vivian was somehow too busy or didn’t notice her.

But she knew better. Vivian was a shark who smelt blood, and Eloise was a big fat meal she couldn’t ignore.

Eloise’s only choice was to brace herself for more punishment to come.