Hey Everybody,
Quick update from me: I had some work stuff come up hence my relative silence, but you can expect more content starting Friday.
For those of you who have been around for awhile, you know that short pauses like these are often followed by a big flurry of activity, so hopefully that will be the case again. I've gotten a lot of great holiday story suggestions, and I'm looking forward to writing them.
2024-11-20 12:03:09 +0000 UTC View PostHello Patrons,
A quick update: "Fat Trimmings" is still coming although other work things has caused me to hit a bit of an unexpected snag. I still hope to publish by the end of this week.
That said, it's time for you to once again tell me what you'd like me to write. I am looking to expand on the universe of "Early Holiday Treats" with more stories based in Yakov's Christmas Confections (though the confections don't need to be limited to specifically Christmas themed.) What I need from you fine patrons is ideas for different treats to base stories around and any other idea you have about the kind of people you would like to see transformed.
Just like with the Halloween stories, I'll collect ideas here and then put up a poll to determine which order I'll write things in. I look forward to seeing your ideas, and please suggest away!
2024-11-13 13:01:46 +0000 UTC View PostHere is a short (1,700 words) spin off exclusive to patreon and following Jocelyn and her sister Sally as featured in "A Fit Girl's Fat Dream" and "President Piggy". This story takes place in the middle of "President Piggy".
Enjoy!
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“Holy shit, Megan. You got fucking fat!” laughed Sally as she gave Megan’s belly a good hard shake.
Her whole palm pressed into Megan’s blubber as she lifted the fat up and down and then let it go and watched it keep jiggling. Sally’s cronies, all of whom used to serve Megan quite diligently all laughed in unison. A few of them even engaged in some unkind oinking noises.
Megan just stood there and took it. She had always been so in control, and to find herself suddenly fallen to the position of fat friend, with the word friend being used very tenuously, left Megan feeling too stunned to even formulate a reaction. So as Sally’s slender hands pinched her love handles, she could barely manage a yelp.
“I can pinch an inch! Gross! You’ve really let yourself go.”
Megan blushed as all her friends laughed at her.
And as they did so, Jocelyn stood in the background smiling. Sally looked at her and back at Megan. She shook her head.
“I know you’re supposed to be Jocelyn’s big sister at Rho Eta Alpha Tau, but you’ve taken the BIG part way too literally.”
Jocelyn just kept eyeing her own bitchy big sister, and as she watched Sally continue to berate Megan, a sight she loved to see, she also slid her hand into her into her jacket pocket and grabbed at the bottle of appetite enhancing pills that she carried with her.
She was eager to bring her arrogant older sister down to size by making her pants size significantly bigger.
Sally’s weight gain started so subtly. It was easy to convince her that she has just shrunk her clothes somewhat. And the constant hunger she was feeling kept her pretty distracted and easily plied with food. Jocelyn enjoyed sneaking Sally snacks and watching her consume them without a second thought. It didn’t take much effort to secret away one empty wrapper and get another snack cake into her hands. And Sally would regularly make sizable dents in packages of cookies without even noticing, save for the crumbs she would eventually have to embarrassingly wipe off of herself.
The cookies became an especially fun game. Jocelyn would eat only two herself but make sure that Sally saw her make a show of it. Then, she would make sure to leave crumbs around herself, and it was easy to convince Sally that Jocelyn had eaten most of the cookies.
“Be careful, Jocelyn. You don’t want to turn into another pig like Megan,” Sally would chastise her as she shoved another cookie into her mouth, snapping it between her teeth and sending crumbs into her cleavage.
And all the extra snacking and lounging around that Sally was doing over break made her less inclined to workout, and when she did work out, well… that’s where Jocelyn’s special protein shakes came in.
It wasn’t long before the weight started to show. While Jocelyn was able to keep the shrinking clothes excuse to keep Sally in denial going for a while, it was undeniable to her just how much Sally was changing in such a short amount of time. It was a thrill to watch her snobby, hard bodied sister quickly soften.
The first thing to go was her precious abs which quickly became buried under a layer of soft pliable fat that loved to roll itself over Sally’s jeans. Her burgeoning pot belly was paired with two love handles and a thin roll of back fat that completed her humiliating muffin top. It was the kind of thing that caused plenty of people to gossip behind her back even as she remained blissfully unaware of it.
Sally was also blissfully unaware of how her thighs were thickening. They were starting to strain whatever pants she ended up wearing, and even when Sally decided to use the excuse of winter to wear sweats and leggings, Jocelyn could see the way the fabric shifted when Sally moved thanks to the way her previously slim and toned thighs were starting to loosen up with fat.
One thing that Sally did notice was the swell of her butt cheeks against her jeans. She couldn’t deny that that had actually been a rather pleasurable experience. She enjoyed the way those particular curves looked, at least at first. It certainly distracted her from her pudgy muffin top, and her tight jeans held her thick thighs in place enough to stop them from slapping together. So she could focus on how delightfully juicy her ass looked and ignore the fact that the more she snacked the more it sagged. She only focused on the positive like how big and beautiful her but was and the subtle swelling of her breasts. Her breasts were definitely getting larger, but they weren’t growing at nearly the same speed as the rest of her.
Even her arms were getting fatter, flabbier. They were quickly losing whatever tone they had as they softened with new found flab, and her face was starting to fill out, getting rounder with the start of chubby cheeks and the hint of a double chin. The subtle changes to Sally’s face were the changes that motivated Jocelyn to keep going the most. She really wanted to make her bitchy sister look piggish.
So the snacks kept coming. And the meals grew bigger as well. Jocelyn was constantly playing around with new ways to get Sally to eat more and more without noticing. Toward the end of winter break, her new appetite and her new weight gain were tremendously obvious to everyone. But it was also clear to Jocelyn that they were purposefully not saying anything to Sally. Some, like their mom, didn’t say anything because they didn’t want to hurt Sally’s feelings. But others clearly wanted to see just how far things would go before Sally really noticed.
By the time winter break was almost over, and Sally was bursting out of her clothes, it was really amusing to all of her friends to watch Sally stuff her face while still making plenty of cracks about Megan, who was still much bigger.
“Looks like you didn’t get into the gym at all, Megan,” laughed Sally who had seldom seen the inside of a gym herself.
“That’s why you’re looking even doughier than before you got here. Careful. Can’t blame campus food on all this new pudge,” she added as she shoved another bit of her greasy burger into her mouth. Sauce streamed down her chins as she chewed.
“You’re really becoming quite the pig. Oink, oink,” laughed Sally without a hint of irony.
All her friends did was snicker and look down at the way the button on Sally’s jeans looked so ready to burst.
Even Megan noticed that Sally was gaining weight at an alarming rate. Of course, she couldn’t say anything about it herself given her own increasing chubbiness, but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of schadenfreude and the hope that one day Sally would bear the full brunt of everyone’s scorn, and she would be free from any further humiliation. (This was something that obviously never happened. Megan gained far more weight and humiliation beyond her wildest dreams.)
In fact, as Megan was having these thoughts about Sally, her pants were the first to have their buttons burst which caused everyone at the table to have yet another grand laugh at her expense and allowed Sally to order two scoops of ice cream for dessert while feeling secure in her own superiority.
“Wow! Oink. Oink for real! You really are a porker!” Sally laughed as she rocked back and forth and remained completely unaware that her stomach was now surging forward because her own button had finally given way.
There was a lot of gossip behind Sally’s back about that button, especially as she walked through the mall with her pants held up by the bloat of her own belly, somehow not noticing that her pants had come unbuttoned. But it was universally decided that nothing would be said just yet lest it send Sally scurrying off to the gym.
That scurrying never happened.
Jocelyn had feared perhaps that Sally would come to her senses and lose weight once she was out of her clutches with school starting up again. But the appetite enhancers and the habits that Jocelyn had instilled in her sisters did their job, and Sally’s continued weight gain was obvious come the week off they had in February and again during Spring break.
Spring break was the breaking point for Sally. She looked ridiculous in the bikini she attempted to wear with all her new flabby flesh on display for all to see. Even Megan had the sense to squeeze herself into an ill-fitting one piece. Sally looked like a sow with a string bikini digging into her soft flesh. And everyone let her know it.
“Girl, you look ridiculous.”
“You look like a pig is what you look like.”
“Oink. Oink.”
“Damn, look at all that blubber. You’re turning into a whale.”
“I mean, you’re not as fat as Megan.”
“Nobody’s as fat as Megan.”
“But you better be careful, or you’re going to end up just like her.”
“Hey! Maybe in a few years you two can get matching muumuus and motorized scooters together! Won’t that be cute.”
Sally hated to admit it, but she could no longer lie to herself. She had become a fat girl. She had a big blubbery pot belly that hung over her waistband and matching love handles. She had thick thunder thighs that threatened to force her to waddle about. And her ass was now so saggy and covered in cellulite that she no longer loved how much it had expanded. Her breasts hadn’t grown much bigger but her fat arms with her flabby bingo wings had. Worst of all, her face had gotten fatter than ever with jiggly jowls and a permanently visible doughy double chin. She felt like a big blubbery mess because she was.
Jocelyn couldn’t have been more pleased, and the only thing that made her happier than spring break was thinking about how much she would get to fatten Sally during summer and beyond.
Here it is! The full PATREON EXCLUSIVE extended
2024-11-08 19:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostIt's been a long time coming, but it's about to be here. The Patreon exclusive extended cut of "President Piggy" is weighing in at over 17,000 words! That's over 9,000 words longer than the original! Well more than double the original length! Exclamation Point!
You wanted to know Megan's weight? It's there. You wanted to know what she looked like in her piggy costume? It's there. You wanted more personal confrontations and eating scenes all there. You wanted a full Piggy Party with taunting, feeding, and a weigh in? The Piggy Party alone is over 3,000 words!
Get. Hyped.
Here's some teasers from what you can expect:
“Fattening you up has been one of the biggest joys of my life. I can’t describe how delicious it’s been to watch you ruin your figure and have a hand in turning you into this big blubbery mess. Watching you go from slim and confident to chubby and self-conscious to this absolutely obese and humiliated pig has been the greatest revenge I could have imagined.”
"I know you deserved this. And you deserve all the pounds that you’re going to pile onto yourself without our influence.”
“And believe me. Those pounds will come. You’re too greedy, too lazy and broken now to change. You’re too fat to make any sort of progress at the gym, and you’re too addicted to food to diet. You have no will power, so you’re just going to keep stuffing your face on your own and getting fatter and fatter. Hey, what’s another hundred pounds when you’re already this fat, or two hundred. It really doesn’t matter until you’re needing a mobility scooter to get around and by the time that happens you’ll be too late to stop it.”
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In an instant a year's worth of memories seemed to flash before her, every meal, every snack, every calorie, the way her own eating seemed to grow exponentially month to month from Halloween onward. Suddenly, math that had seemed so impossible began to make a lot more horrifying sense. Normal people gained weight. Megan had packed on pounds like it was her job. She had been stuffed for months like some kind of fat fetish model by her sorority sisters hellbent on revenge, so of course she had grown completely massive.
As it stood now, she could hear most of the crowd shouting with delight, and yet there was still a fair portion of people mumbling about how they wished she was bigger. Bigger? Could she be bigger? What kind of sick fairytale were they hoping to live out? How could she possibly be fatter than this… and yet… could she be? Would she be able to turn this around and lose the weight or would her future just be even fatter.
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Megan’s pants felt extremely tight. They were her favorite pair, and she was stubborn about ditching them even if she knew their days were numbered. The button was digging a bright red mark into the center of her plush pot belly which she had attempted to disguise by trapping in the front of her pants, but all that did was turn a pair of designer pants into overtaxed mom jeans, and she still had a thick roll of fat spilling over the top and traveling all around her fattened middle to form a perfectly doughy muffin top. If anything, Megan was counting on that juicy roll of fat to keep the button in place.
But the button couldn’t handle many more snacks, and meaty Megan couldn’t stop snacking. She has two candy bars two many and as she sat down to stuff her face with a third the button popped right off and the zipper exploded open never to be closed again. Her bloated belly plopped forward and flopped in the breeze as it spilled out from under her shirt and sprawled into her thick lap.
The incident drew plenty of laughter from people who had previously been pretending not to notice how much weight Megan had been gaining.
“Really packing on there.”
“Looking rather plump.”
“Bye bye button. Hello blubber belly.”
“I bet there’ll be plenty of wardrobe malfunctions in your future.”
“Time to size up.”
“Better get used to doing that.”
Megan was ashamed of herself and humiliated by all the cruel words, but all she could do to comfort herself was finish off that third candy bar and then hobble off to find more with her open jeans still staying on thanks to the way they clinched to her fattened form.
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I'm very exciting to debut this full story soon. When I do, I'll also be reposting the original with PDFs of "Teasing the Freshman Piggy", the non-exclusive cut of "Feeding the Freshman Piggy" and "A Fit Girl's Fat Dream" so that free members, and anyone else who wants to catch up to the story for full effect can do so.
Want more teaser right now while you wait? They're available on my Discord for Talking BS members. There are a bunch more teasers including a previews of Sow Saturdays and the Piggy Party. That's where you'll also be able to read teasers of the upcoming spin-off story, "Jocelyn Stuffs Her Sister Sally". Oh, did I mention that there was going to be a PATREON EXCLUSIVE spin-off story to go along with this over 17,000 word story? Yeah. There's going to be a PATREON EXCLUSIVE spin off story. Teasers coming to Discord for Talking BS members soon. You can upgrade your membership HERE.
Tell me what you want me to write about! Now's your chance.
After taking a brief hiatus from my "Fat Trimmings" anthology series to focus on Halloween themed stories, I'm bringing it back next week and need your suggestions for fun flash fiction stories that you would enjoy seeing.
Suggest away right here in the comments, or you can also suggest on the Discord if you're a Talking BS member. Talking BS member suggestions get some priority, and the Discord is a great place for teasers and story discussion etc. Consider upgrading today which you can do right HERE.
Anyway. "Fat Trimmings". Story ideas. Suggest them, please. Now's the time to get me to write what you want.
2024-11-05 17:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostHere's another trip to Yakov's Confectionary where we peak in at several people who were previously fattened in "Early Holiday Treats" and meet a bunch more who get fattened here. It comes out to a little over 2,500 words.
Enjoy!
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They were a truly gorgeous couple with raw sex appeal and a haughty attitude.
He was a strapping and handsome man, who looked to be in his late twenties. He was clearly musclebound, and carried himself in a way that suggested that he worked out regularly but also that he worked out easily. He looked like the kind of man for whom fitness came easy. He was strong. He was charming.
And he knew it.
It was clear by the way he walked that he thought of himself as better than anyone else. His strength made him dominant. His was a commanding presence carried by confidence that came as a direct result of his physical fitness and the way society deemed him to be handsome. Life came easy to him, and so did making fun of others.
She was his perfect compliment with a more petite frame but no less fit and shapely. He carried himself like a king, and she had real spoiled princess vibes. She was buxom and trim in the middle, and the two of them looked exactly like the kind of couple who loved to people watch and make fun of all of those people while doing so.
The discount Halloween candy changed all that.
He began to soften immediately. His precious muscles slacked off, and at first he actually began to look a good deal smaller, certainly weaker as his muscles deflated, melting away and making him look very scrawny. For a few moments he looked like a total wimp who could get knocked over by a strong breeze. But that didn’t last long, mostly because he began to look far too heavy to be knocked about by any wind. However, this was because he body quickly began to fill with fat to replace all of the muscle that he lost.
First his chest began to swell. What were once defined pectoral muscles that he looked like they were chiseled out of grant became sad floppy man boobs, soft squishy bags of pathetic puppy fat that surged outward and sagged down. His bitch tits flopped even as their sheer size still strained the buttons on his shirt. He looked like in the right outfit he could have some very generous cleavage. His big spongy moobs began to rest on a rather portly pot belly.
That belly quickly replaced the incredibly defined six pack that he had dedicated his life to achieving. At first he looked like he had grown a sizable dad bod, but as his gut kept growing, his belly ballooned past the beer belly stage and into a very round spare tire that looked much more like a beach ball. He was looking like a real fat boy with his incredible ball belly and matching bitch tits. To go along with it, he also grew thick love handles, slabs of fat the stuck out and melted downward.
His thighs grew thick as well. Free of any muscle, they were soft squishy tree trunks of cellulite covered lard. His fat thunder thighs shook until they eventually slapped and then pressed together forcing him to widen his stance. The growth of his thighs was matched by the ballooning of his but which surged out behind him. He grew two voluminous ass cheeks that had an incredible amount of bounce and sag. He had developed heavy sacks of fat deposits all over his body that made him look both rather round and rather droopy.
The former jock’s fine face was not spared this same treatment. It also grew round and droopy with jiggling jowls and a doughy double chin that gave the formerly charming man a doughy dopey look. He looked like a weak, naive, pathetic fat boy with his flab threatening to burst out of his outfit. He looked nothing like the striking, confident, strong man who had come into the shop looking for a small indulgence on his cheat day. He looked every bit the kind a helpless, fat loser he had spent his life making fun of, bullying, shoving into lockers, and calling horrible names. He was now the kind of fatty who was going to experience all of the same kinds of little torments he had inflicted on others.
And his partner continued to be his perfect pair.
She had inflated as well, and her petite size meant that she now looked very much like an overfilled beach ball. She was incredibly round as every single part of her ballooned with blubber. She was a great big waddling fat blob of a woman, the kind who would have to stop every few steps just to catch her breath, and when she did her huge bosom put on quite a show as it quivered. Her thighs were thick enough to ensure that all she would be able to do was waddle, and the anchor of her titanic ass cheeks meant that the waddle would be incredibly slow and ponderous if she was able to pull it off at all and not give in to relying on a mobility scooter to get around.
Her big apron of a belly was a sack of fat that hung down to her fat dimpled knees and would take up the majority of her lap if she were sitting down. If she had a mobility scooter, something she would almost certainly end up needing, that big blubbery belly of hers would almost certainly press against the wheel. The only thing about her that kept its princess-like quality was the fact that she would very soon likely need people to serve her to keep up with her basic needs.
The two former hotties continued to eat like hogs until the majority of the Halloween candy was gone, and then Yakov sold them each a large pie (non-enchanted but at a deviously marked up price) for the rode confident that they would be digging in by hand by the time they got to their car. He delighted as he watched the blubber couple waddle out of the store, almost getting stuck in the doorway as they tried to leave together. Even alone they found that they barely fit. He was mostly fine, but with her extra wide hips, she had no choice but turn exit sideways, squeezing her blubbery belly through the door.
It was a delightful start to a busy day.
Of course, many more customers came that day including a cheerleader named Brooke. Brooke was a nasty piece of work, a college coed who loved to party and loved making fun of people even more. She had a weak spot for chocolate but a great confidence in her metabolism, a metabolism that had not betrayed her until she came across Yakov’s magical candy.
Now she was a distinctly chubby cheerleader, showing up to her cheer practice with more candy in hand and a plump belly pushing up her cheer top.
The other cheerleaders gawked at Brooke with wide eyes as the formerly svelte cheerleader stomped toward them with her new thunder thighs slapping together. She looked ridiculous in the ill fitting cheerleading uniform. Her belly was not just pushing her cheer top up to give her an outrageous muffin top, but that same belly was flopping over the waistband of her cheer skirt (something that was already stretched extra tight by her wider hips) and was bouncing about with each step, slow, plodding steps that sent her entire soft body jiggling.
Her butt had also gotten big enough to lift the back of her skirt and expose the bottoms of her chunky, cellulite covered and underwear eating ass cheeks. The cite of her very visibly chubby caboose made a lot of the cheerleaders double over in laughter. The questions were many and the words unkind.
“Holy shit, Brooke, you blew up?”
“How’d you get like this Blubber Brooke?”
“Yeah. You’re a real butterball now.”
“How have we not noticed you were gaining so much weight?”
“No more top of the pyramid for you. Your big bottom has got you a spot on the bottom at best.”
“We’re going to have to very seriously consider even keeping you on the squad with all this flab hanging out.”
“You’re going to need a whole new uniform at least.”
“Yeah. All this flab flying everywhere is just unseemly.”
“You should be ashamed.”
“You look like a pig.”
Brooke was suddenly very self-conscious about the amount of blubber she had put on and hastily offered up her discounted Halloween candy as a peace offering, one in which many of the cheerleaders took.
And eating that candy would soon have very fattening consequences for all involved. It did not take long for a lot of the cheerleaders who had been saying catty things about Brooke to start watching their tongues thanks to the widening of their own waistlines.
The cheerleaders tried bouncing around with their useful flare, but the extra weight that had gathered around their breasts and bellies added a lot more unpredictability to their bouncing. The flab seemed to move with a mind of its own, popping out of clothing, spilling over waistbands and threatening to burst seams as it flopped about. The chubby cheerleaders still did their best to keep their routine going even as their thighs started slapping together thanks to the new layers of fat that had accumulated there as well. Their chunky thunder thighs were all covered in cellulite and now lacked the former muscle that they were used to.
The fat was slowing them down, that was for sure. The new weight that they were still unused to sent them in odd directions and forced them to stop and awkwardly readjust, and the heaviness of their heftier bodies was also causing them to become winded much much sooner than they were used to. It wasn’t just that they were getting fat, they were also becoming ridiculously out of shape as they transitioned from cheerleaders to couch potatoes.
By the time some of their overtaxed skirts finally gave way, all of the cheerleaders who had eaten the candy were sweaty and exhausted. The majority of the squad, including all of its leadership, had become quite chubby. They were more buxom than ever before, but with those big breasts came bigger bellies and thick thighs that were all fat and no muscle, and as the ones who had lost their skirts took their last bounces while wearing only their underwear, the entire squad looked at each other in panic.
Suddenly the ones that were still slim looked at the chubby leaders like sharks looking at fat juicy seals. Everyone knew that a reckoning was due to come one way or another, and a large amount of shouting, laughing and crying was heard amongst the group until every began to sound completely inaudible and most people stormed off in a huff, resolved to solve this another day and to get some food.
Brooke wasn’t the only one to walk away from Yakov’s Confectionary with a few extra pounds and a few treats for friends. Alana had been an arrogant aspiring model when she walked into the shop. But by the time she left it she was so bloated up by blubber that she was far too lumpy and lacking in confidence to be a model. She left the shop as nothing more than an assistant at the small modeling agency that she and her friends had founded as a way to launch all of their careers.
To call it an agency was being generous. There were three other friends that Alana worked with, (Daisy, a blonde, Iris, a brunette, and Mina, an unnatural red head) and it was really more of a collective trying to create content together than anyone with actual representation. They all saw themselves as up and coming influencers, Tik Tok stars destined to go viral on multiple platforms and then find their way into major modeling contracts from there, and up until Alana’s trip to the candy store, they were doing pretty well for themselves.
When Alana walked in, the other three turned to look at her with disdain.
“Oh look, it’s our piggy production assistant. Brought more snacks for you to pig out on?” asked Daisy.
“Ah-actually. I ummmm…. I b-brought them t-to sh-share. I th-thought you might all like them,” blustered Alana, practically on the verge of tears.
“Whatever. We can certainly afford the calories, unlike you,” snarked Iris.
“Cause you’re fat,” added Mina, helpfully.
They each took a piece of candy. And then another. And another.
Soon the three models were absolutely pigging out on candy, and their bodies showed the changes. Their curves grew progressively more outrageous as the pounds piled on. Their thighs thickened. Their hips widened. Their butts and breasts ballooned. They went from being statuesque and stereotypical models to being rotund, Rubenesque beauties more at home in a Rembrandt painting than a catwalk.
The trio of models grew big flabby bodies with bulging bellies that slopped into their laps and thunder thighs that slapped together. They had bouncing blubbery butt cheeks and massive quivering breasts. In fact, their breasts and their hips grew so big that they were able to maintain their hourglass figures despite the fact that their bellies also grew as blubbery as they did. They were already what many would consider to be society’s definition of gorgeous, but now they were truly curvy goddesses, plump and delicious and ready for the front pages of glamor magazines and fat fetish websites galore.
And as they ate, that’s exactly what they became, fat fetish models, filled with aggressive body positivity. They still dominated their much more insecure production assistant, but at least they were far nicer about it. They were out to show the world that real women have curves and that all bodies are gorgeous… as soon as they finished their next meal.
Back at the shop, Yakov had seen so much that promised a busy holiday season ahead. There was a pair of beautiful and bitchy twins that ate some candy and became decidedly less identical. One became extremely top heavy while the other’s ass grew to an enormous size. After that, three friends with similar figures came in and left with very different ones. One became an exaggerated hourglass, one an extreme pear and the third a big bloated apple.
There was another very trim and handsome man who oozed arrogance, and by the time he left the only thing that was oozing out of him was a large amount of sweat pouring forth from his outrageously obese body. He had gone from a charming and active playboy to a disgustingly fat and lazy slob sure to repulse anyone he might try to flirt with.
Another very confident woman lost the ability to flirt at all as she became quite chubby and quite mousy all at once. And there was another couple, one short and fat and tall and skinny, and by the time they left thanks to some stretchy taffy and some squat cupcakes, they had completely switched figures and roles in their friendship. It was all so delightfully delicious.
As this was all happening, Yakov’s mind kept spinning about what kind of treats and enchantments he could come up with, and he was very pleased with all that he saw and thought to do.
Watching the vain get fattened like this was exactly why this was always his favorite time of year.
Here is the start of what I consider a spiritual successor to my "Katrina's Costume Closet" stories. Set in the same universe and featuring characters from other stories I have posted (who knows which surprise guests will show up... feel free to make suggestions) this is the first of what will be a series of holiday transformation tales. It's patreon exclusive sequel should be posted tomorrow and will be called "Discount Halloween Candy" for now....
Enjoy!
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The cheerleader thought she had earned herself a sweet little treat. But you know what they say, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. One one little piece of half off Halloween candy was about to have a potent effect and turn the pretty college coed from preppy to portly.
It started with the sweet little tingle on the tongue as the chocolate confection slipped between her lips, and then in a moment that outside non-magical observers would mistake for an allergic reaction, her face began to swell. Her high cheekbones disappeared as she grew chubby chipmunk chicks that rounded out her face, a face that as part of getting fatter grew an extra chin with a delightfully doughy quality.
From there the tingle spread to her thickening neck and then outward, rounding out her shoulder with fat and making her arms pleasantly plump with blubbering bingo wings and chubby hands with sausage fingers. Her breasts became swollen overripe melons which began to sag quite heavily as the fat filled. They drooped downward toward her blossoming belly.
That belly bloomed with buttery fat. Her abs melted away and in their place was a surging mass of turgid spongy flesh. She quickly developed a rather sizeable potbelly that would have gotten her confused for pregnant if it wasn’t so obviously soft and squeezable. If she had the inclination, she could press her chubby hand against her new belly fat and it would sink in like she was pressing into bread dough. She could easily pinch and play with at least an inch of flesh, rolling the fat between her tubby fingers.
Her thighs got tubby too. Those trim limbs were quick to thicken, turning into two thick thunder thighs. She no longer looked like the kind of lithe cheerleader with the spring in her step needed for academic maneuvers like flips and even just basic jumps. With her big wobbling thighs, it was clear that any kind of jumping now would lead to embarrassingly small results and a lot of loud clapping of her thunder thighs as the fat flesh slapped together. She wasn’t quite at the level of needing to waddle, but anyone looking at the current state of her flabby thighs would assume that waddling was definitely something she was in for in her future.
That future was also destined to involve an extremely fat ass as her current transformation was signaling. Her beautifully perky butt cheeks ballooned as she chewed on the piece of candy. It was like watching two pieces of bubblegum being blown up. She quickly developed very chunky cheeks, and while they grew outward, it wasn’t long before the amount of fat quickly outpaced the amount of diminishing muscle, and those prize glutes of hers began to sag, looking weak and flabby but still quite wide. All in all she had a rather large but deflated looking bubble butt, cushiony cheeks made of soft fat that sagged sadly onto the back of her chunky thunder thighs.
And to all of this she seemed blissfully unaware. She was far too busy enjoying the taste of the delectable treat to notice that anything was the matter.
What would her chubby future hold?
It was easy to imagine the now tubby cheerleader getting herself into quite a bit of trouble.
With a cheerleading outfit so clearly overtaxed as hers now was, she would likely end up ripping it in humiliating fashion, leaving her chunky cheeks completely exposed for all those watching to laugh at. With her arrogance and obliviousness, she probably wouldn’t even assume such a catastrophe could happen to her until it was too late. She would be jumping about, blubber bouncing and then suddenly-
SNAP!
The skirt would go and the laughter would start. Even after she was down jumping, everyone would still see her chubby cellulite covered cheeks still jiggling.
She was destined for a future of passive aggressive comments and behind the back snickers, all things she was familiar with dealing out and would now experience from the other side. Her former friends would soon be calling her all sorts of unfortunate new names like “Piglet” and “Tubbo”, maybe even “Butterball”. She would find flirting with people far more difficult with her options for suitors much more limited.
Her chubby body and everyone’s reactions to it would probably cause her confidence to shatter. Thanks to her own long held prejudices against fat people, she wasn’t prepared to be carrying some extra weight herself. She was therefore unlikely to suddenly fall in line with popular body positivity trends. She would almost certainly spiral into self-loathing. The pressure of the pudge would, ironically, push her into comfort eating which would just cause more pounds to pile on, no magic needed.
Yes, the once fit and arrogant cheerleader now seemed destined for one of two paths, either a lifetime of yo-yo dieting, or a straight ride down the slippery slope into obesity.
For his part, Yakov was pleased as he looked the now bloated beauty up and down. He was happy to have left his latest customer so satisfied and so pleasingly plump. As she took a few more pieces of candy to share with her cheerleader friends, Yakov enjoyed watching her walk away with far more bounce to her step than she had when she sauntered in originally.
As the cheerleader was leaving the store she bumped into the very wide Mathilde who took up most of the doorway as she entered it.
“Watch where you’re going fat ass!” exclaimed the cheerleader.
Mathilde didn’t say anything. She just smirked and drank in what she could recognize as the cheerleader’s recently expanded figure. Then her eyes followed the woman out of the store and into the mall proper where she could see onlookers giving her stares and turning to snicker about her portly figure and ill fitting outfit. Mathilde didn’t need to say anything because she knew that the cheerleader was already in for a whole lifetime of mean spirited comments being aimed right back at her.
Eventually, Mathilde turned around and turned her attention back to the man she had come here to see.
“Good afternoon, Yakov.”
Yakov adding a new tray of treats to a shelf when he heard the voice of Mathilde coming from behind him.
“How’s my favorite little cousin doing?”
His eyes went wide when he turned around and caught sight of Mathilde’s new double belly which was struggling to stay contained by the black shirt she was wearing.
“Oh, not so little anymore, I see.”
“Yeah…”
Mathilde began to play with her belly a bit, kneading the fat and shaking it to emphasize its new largess to her cousin.
“I was wondering if you could do anything about that? I don’t mind being big… in fact… you know my… proclivities, but this is a bit much.”
Yakov shook his head and smiled.
“No can do, my favorite more than chubby cousin. The only way to lose the weight is the old fashioned way..”
“Oh… like working out and stuff?”
“Yup. In order to mass produce the enchantment, it has to be a little weaker, so nothing permanently holding the weight on, but undoing magic with magic can be taxing and messy, so you’ll just have to make due.”
“But all I have to do is diet and exercise?”
“Yup.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“Then too bad.”
Suddenly, the bells to the door rang signaling the entrance of another customer.
“I have something I want to show you. Stick around, and I’ll show you after this.”
The next customer was a brunette with short cut hair, dressed in a power suit that was gut in a way to showcase the trim nature of her waist. As she entered, her high heels clicked against the floor, she was a business woman, and the way she sniffed the air made it clear that she was here looking for a deal.
She headed straight for the discounted Halloween candy.
“Hello Miss, how can I help you?” asked Yakov.
“I know what I want.”
“Certainly, I see you’ve got an eye for the Halloween candy we have on special. But can I perhaps also interest you in another sweet treat, I just made a batch of miniature pumpkin pies. Perfect fall flavors.”
“This is my one indulgence. The candy is on sale. That’s what I’ll be having.”
“I’m happy to give you a sample of pie for-”
“No. No extra calories. One quick treat, nice and cheap, and then I’m out. This is my one yearly indulgence. I don’t want to turn into a fat slob.”
The brunette gave a side eye glance to Mathilde and her bulging blubbery belly.
“Like that.”
“Suit yourself,” shrugged Yakov.
And then the brunette turned back toward the Halloween candy and selected a large candy bar filled with caramel. She turned to pay for it, but Yakov stopped her.
“Why don’t you give it a taste first? I’d hate for you to leave here unsatisfied.”
The all-business brunette looked at the bar in her hand and gave Yakov a long stare, but the knowledge that she could potentially eat this bar and save even more money by then not paying for it was too much of a draw, so she quickly unwrapped it and took a bite.
As soon as she bit into the piece of candy, she felt a rumbling in her stomach, but she ignored it as the first wave of delight hit her tongue. She indulged in taking another bite of the candy bar and keeping it behind her teeth and then pulling the caramel for as far as she could, watching it gleefully before catching the falling strands by wrapping them around the candy bar and then shoving as much as she could into her mouth.
She had a real knack for getting the entire candy bar into her mouth without choking, and soon the sweet delight was entirely gone, and as her reward for her efficiency, she gained a brand new double chin. As the magic of that candy bar slid down her throat just like the candy bar itself, a tingling sensation spread throughout her body culminating in another, much strong rumbling in her stomach.
More. She needed more. There was a contained full of loose pieces meant to be scooped into a bag, but she tossed the scooper aside and dove in with her hands like a rabid animal, taking handle after handful and stuffing them directly into her mouth. Several pieces pinged off the floor and rolled under various tables as she ate. But she didn’t care there was more in the container, and so she kept working her way through it, handful after handful, barely registering any flavor, just focused on the quantity that she could get into her mouth.
Her hands, now stained with melting chocolate, became quite chubby with greedy sausage fingers that kept picking at the bowl of chocolate candies even as it began to run low. Her arms grew chubby as well with well marbled fat that turned her biceps into bingo wings. Her breasts plumped up, giving her a good deal more cleavage for loose pieces of candy to fall into, especially after her quivering bosom burst the top two buttons on her blouse.
She grew a softer stomach as well, a pudgy paunch that did away with the button of her suit jacket. The jacket made her look rather silly now with the way her arms now looked like over-stuffed sausages in them and especially with the way her plump pot belly pushed outward and her new love handles forced the sides to ride up. Her buttery belly fat was peeking out between the gaps in her blouse buttons, and threatening to slip out from under the bottom of her blouse.
Thighs that were once toned grew thicker as well, and her new saddlebags stretched the sides of her skirt. Fat slapped against fat. That skirt was stretched from behind by her growing ass, two bouncing butt cheeks that grew quite blubbery. Her ass grew both straight out like a shelf and also widened from side to side. It was a big booty bountiful with fat that started to sag down onto her fatter thighs. Both her chunky cheeks and her thunder thighs became coated in a layer or cellulite, and her legs thickened all the way down to her feet.
As her chubby chocolate covered hands scrapped the bottom of the candy container, the now fat brunette looked around, sniffing the air with her eyes wild. She needed more, and that’s when she smelt it.
The pumpkin pie.
Yalov smiled as he handed her the slice, and she didn’t even bother with a fork. She took the entire mini pie and started to cram it into her fat face. As she scarfed down the pie, she barely took the time to breathe, and her ragged breathes sounded more like the snorts of a greedy pig. It took only two tries to stuff her cheeks full and get every last bit of the delicious pumpkin pie down her throat and headed toward her stomach.
That stomach grew larger as did the rest of her. The only thing that didn’t grow to match her softer, fattening body, was the clothes that she was wearing. A few more buttons popped, seams strained. Even her high heels started to feel tighter as her feet got fatter. Her belly forced more of itself out from under her shirt which now rode up quite comically. The lowest part of her blubbery belly grew some new stretch marks that were very prominent. She looked like a fat woman who somehow hadn’t realized that she had gotten fat.
And as she finished the pie and let out a satisfied and rather unladylike burp, her mind began to right itself, and her chubby cheeks went flush with embarrassment. The woman who was once trim and in control was now under the impression that she had been indulging far too much too often. Having lost control of her appetite, she was under the magical impression that she was only just now realizing how fat she had gotten as her clothes began to burst more and more. She was here at the mall for one last indulgence and now had to desperately waddle off to the plus-sized store to buy some big girl clothes. She told herself that she would only need some fat pants for a little while, but thanks to the way she had just finished stuffing herself there was a nagging anxiety that she told her that those fat pants were much more likely to be retired in favor of even bigger ones.
Reluctantly, and with chocolate still staining her chubby cheeks and crumbs long lost in her cleavage, the bloated brunette paid what she owed and began to waddle out the door.
Mathilde bit her lower lip as she watched the blubbery brunette’s big butt bounce up and down and her squishy cellulite covered thunder thighs slap and rub together as she waddled away in a business suit that was bursting at the seams and seemed close to just exploding off of her before she could even reach the plus-size clothing store for some fresh new fat girl clothes.
“Is she going to be able to lose weight?” she asked her cousin.
“Oh no. I always throw a little something extra into the pies.”
“Now what was it you wanted to show me?”
“Oh yes. Come outside.”
Yakov led Mathilde outside and with a few quick incantations finished his enchantment and the entire front of the store changed from being cobwebs, pumpkins and other Halloween accoutrement to being gingerbread men, candy canes and Christmas trees. The signage itself, once written in very straight forward block letter became a much more swirly script that went from reading as “Yakov’s Confectionary” to “Yakov’s Christmas Confections.”
“Ugggh. Yakov,” groaned Mathilde.
“You too? Halloween just ended.”
“Hey, you can keep your goth aesthetic all year round, but I must keep moving on.”
“It’s not even Thanksgiving.”
“Mathilde, my powers to alter reality are limited. No magic is as powerful as the crushing flow of capitalism. I merely do as the market commands.”
“Christmas Confections though? You couldn’t at least say holiday?”
“I like the alliteration.”
“Okay, but- pardon me- the name Yakov doesn’t exactly scream ‘celebrates Christmas’ now does it?”
“Well, now you’re just being nitpicky.”
From the corner of his eye, Yakov noticed another potential customer walking toward the store and used this opportunity to end this awkward exchange with his cousin and usher her back inside.
The woman who soon came strutting in behind them was clearly a model and she carried herself with a sense of extreme arrogance.
“It’s too early for Christmas,” she said curtly.
“I don’t just have Christmas. Perhaps I can interest you in a chocolate Thanksgiving Turkey?”
Yakov picked the hollowed out chocolate Turkey up from the counter with both hands and shot both his cousin Mathilde and the model a look.
“And we also have some discounted Halloween chocolate that may be of interest. Why don’t you try a piece of butterscotch on the house?”
Just a little piece of butterscotch.
That’s all it took to set her off. From there it became a made desire for more. As the taste buds on her tongue crackled with life, she snatched the chocolate Turkey from Yakov’s hands and unceremoniously bit off its head. Several splinters of chocolate fell to the floor, and she almost immediately gained a new shade of lipstick thanks to the chocolate that was starting to ring her mouth.
But she didn’t care. She only cared about snapping more pieces of that chocolate turkey off and letting the sweet taste coat the back of her throat. And as she did so the predictable results began to occur. As the chocolate reached her belly, that belly began to blossom. What was once tight and trim began to soften and bow outfit. Her sides expanded into rich creamy love handles, and her slim stomach blew up into a buttery belly. Her breasts grew bigger as well. They surged forward, straining her top and then started to clearly sag downward until they rested on her rising belly. Her breasts were like soft sagging pillows now and matched the billowing nature of the rest of her torso.
Her arms soon joined in on the fattening fun as they began to soften as well losing any tone they may have once possessed. And as those arms began to grow slack, her shoulders started to slump. While she certainly wasn't getting any smaller, she did seem smaller in a way. As her body expanded it was as if one could see her ego shrink. The blubber piled on and her muscles deflated, and so did the arrogance that had gone with her fit figure.
The thighs were the next to thicken along with her butt which began a wide spongy rump. Both her thighs and her ass grew saggy with fat, and her new flab quickly became dimpled with cellulite as well. She definitely didn’t look like she had what it took to strut confidently down the catwalk now, not with thunder thighs like hers slapping together the entire time and a butt with out of control bounce. Even just standing there, she could tell that she was a jiggly mess.
Miss model’s beautiful face was the last thing to round out, and as it plumped up and the fat robbed her of her high cheekbones and angular features, she looked far less cold and domineering and far more sad and pathetic. Her cheeks grew chubby, and she gained the classic doughy double chin that had come to adorn so many of Yakov’s customers. And as she finally finished her chocolate turkey she looked like a much more demure and dowdy girl in an outfit that clearly did not flatter her now much fatter figure.
As she wiped the chocolate from her lips with the back of her chubby hand and then licked that chubby hand clean, her new reality set in very clearly. She had always been an arrogant queen, but she wore a paper crown. That arrogance was only ever supported by her body being so stereotypically beautiful. Recently she had gained a lot of weight, and once her body no longer fit the insane standards she had held herself and others to, her confidence crumbled and the pounds piled on even more thanks to the comfort eating she had found herself drawn to.
For a model, she was still so unused to her new fatter body that she had no idea how to properly dress herself and still held humiliatingly to old vanities and the hope that she might one day be able to lose weight and fit back into the clothes that she was now busting out of. However, she knew, as she felt the strain of another seam about to pop and a pudgy pot belly still growling with hunger, that her slim and sexy modeling days were long since past her.
Now she felt like nothing more than a big fat punching bag, the perfect example of karma and one that plenty of people loved to take their gleeful revenge on by pinching her, prodding her, and making pointed comments about and to her. And when it came to the small modeling agency that she was still trying to start up with friends, she was now nothing more than a fat assistant, a hanger on, the fat friend with no confidence of her own.
Yakov saw this and smiled.
“Perhaps you want to take some more candy for your friends? I’m sure they could use a bit of indulgence.”
The pudgy production assistant smiled at the idea. A little bit of candy might be a good way to work back into her friends’ good graces, and it would be nice to not be the only one indulging for a change. She filled a bag with the discounted Halloween candy and left the store with her fat thighs slapping together and a smile on her chubby face.
“That’s certainly a lot of Halloween candy she took,” Mathilde said with a smirk.
“Oh yes, I’m sure her model friends will be in for quite a surprise when they find their own figures expanded. I did the same thing with a bratty cheerleader who came in here earlier.”
“I don’t know how you can give so much away and just miss seeing the results.”
“Stick around, I still have plenty here for you to see.”
Mathilde gave her big round belly a pat followed by a satisfied shake.
“I think I might just do that.”
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If you enjoyed this story and don't want to wait for "Discount Halloween Candy" to drop, there is a teaser for that story already on my Discord where I drop of a lot of teasers exclusively for Talking BS patrons. You can upgrade your membership HERE.
2024-11-03 15:50:56 +0000 UTC View PostWow! October (and late September) was a crazy busy month (and change) for me. Lots of stuff dropped on the patreon this month. I wanted to take the time to summarize everything patreon patrons got to experience this month, and then I'm going to tell you all why you should join/ stay subscribed for November and beyond.
Stay tuned, because there's a teaser for my next story coming up at the end (or ya know, just scroll down to it. I'm not the boss of you.)
This October, I dropped four different tales from "Katrina's Costume Closet" all based on ideas suggested by and voted on by patrons. These included:
"The Plump Princess in the Mirror"
and
But, more than that, each of these stories received PATREON EXCLUSIVE spin offs and sequels, most of them receiving more than one patreon exclusive cut story.
"Fit to Fat Slob" got "Fizzy Lizzy Lard Ass' New Life"
"The Fat French Maid Costume" got "Mathilde Gets the Munchies" and "Lana's Large and Lard Filled New Life" as well as an exclusive explicit extended cut.
"The Plump Princess in the Mirror" got "Chubby Bunny Gets Her Fill" and "Evangeline and Evan Expand"
"Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny" got "Heidi Goes Hog Wild" and "Stephanie's Stuffing"
And of course, I released a patreon exclusive epilogue to "Nightmare Pigs" and then ended the month by releasing both the prologue and chapter 1 of "Nightmare Pigs 2". (You can expect "Nightmare Pigs 2" Chapter 2 to release in two weeks which will be a lot earlier than it will release on Deviant Art or anywhere else.)
That totals approximately 14 pieces topping over 54,000 words!
So why should you stay? Well I've got a lot more coming down the pike that you're going to want to see including a lot more patreon exclusive content that you won't be able to get anywhere else.
This includes the long awaited and much requested patreon exclusive extended cut of "President Piggy". "President Piggy" was the overwhelming favorite when it came to my exclusive cuts collection "Sorority Swells" and the consistent wish from people was that it would get an extended release with way more taunting, feeding, and revenge. And now you're going to get just that!
The PATREON EXCLUSIVE extended cut of "President Piggy" will be dropping by the end of next week. Expect a teaser before then along with even more teasers on my Discord if you're a Talking BS patrons.
And there's still more!
"Fat Trimmings" will be making its return on Tuesday, November 12th. Talking BS patrons can already start suggesting ideas for stories on my Discord, and I'll be putting out a Story Suggestions Call post on patreon next week. And more "Fat Trimmings" means that you can expect more "Fat Making Notebook", I don't have a set release date for it yet, but I can tell you that the extended cut of "The Fat Making Notebook Goes to the Gym" will be coming soon! You're going to want to be a member to see it here first along with its patreon exclusive cut and any other spinoffs I end up doing.
That's a lot of updates.
You want one more? Okay. You'll get one more.
My next story will be dropping Sunday/Monday and will be titled "Early Holiday Treats". It will feature characters of have been seen in "The Scales of Time" and featured prominently in my past stories, and will be the first of a series of food based holiday stories which will begin releasing in November and December. These stories will follow the same format as the "Katrina's Costume Closet" stories and will get early access stories posted here with patreon exclusive spinoffs, so you're going to want to be a patreon member to read all that sweet sweet patreon exclusive content.
"Early Holiday Treats" will be releasing with a patreon exclusive spinoff "Discount Halloween Candy" soon after.
As a reward for reading this far (or cheating and scrolling straight down), here is a teaser for "Early Holiday Treats":
The cheerleader thought she had earned herself a sweet little treat. But you know what they say, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. One one little piece of half off Halloween candy was about to have a potent effect and turn the pretty college coed from preppy to portly.
It started with the sweet little tingle on the tongue as the chocolate confection slipped between her lips, and then in a moment that outside non-magical observers would mistake for an allergic reaction, her face began to swell. Her high cheekbones disappeared as she grew chubby chipmunk chicks that rounded out her face, a face that as part of getting fatter grew an extra chin with a delightfully doughy quality.
From there the tingle spread to her thickening neck and then outward, rounding out her shoulder with fat and making her arms pleasantly plump with blubbering bingo wings and chubby hands with sausage fingers. Her breasts became swollen overripe melons which began to sag quite heavily as the fat filled. They drooped downward toward her blossoming belly.
That belly bloomed with buttery fat. Her abs melted away and in their place was a surging mass of turgid spongy flesh. She quickly developed a rather sizeable potbelly that would have gotten her confused for pregnant if it wasn’t so obviously soft and squeezable. If she had the inclination, she could press her chubby hand against her new belly fat and it would sink in like she was pressing into bread dough. She could easily pinch and play with at least an inch of flesh, rolling the fat between her tubby fingers.
Her thighs got tubby too. Those trim limbs were quick to thicken, turning into two thick thunder thighs. She no longer looked like the kind of lithe cheerleader with the spring in her step needed for academic maneuvers like flips and even just basic jumps. With her big wobbling thighs, it was clear that any kind of jumping now would lead to embarrassingly small results and a lot of loud clapping of her thunder thighs as the fat flesh slapped together. She wasn’t quite at the level of needing to waddle, but anyone looking at the current state of her flabby thighs would assume that waddling was definitely something she was in for in her future.
That future was also destined to involve an extremely fat ass as her current transformation was signaling. Her beautifully perky butt cheeks ballooned as she chewed on the piece of candy. It was like watching two pieces of bubblegum being blown up. She quickly developed very chunky cheeks, and while they grew outward, it wasn’t long before the amount of fat quickly outpaced the amount of diminishing muscle, and those prize glutes of hers began to sag, looking weak and flabby but still quite wide. All in all she had a rather large but deflated looking bubble butt, cushiony cheeks made of soft fat that sagged sadly onto the back of her chunky thunder thighs.
And to all of this she seemed blissfully unaware. She was far too busy enjoying the taste of the delectable treat to notice that anything was the matter.
What would her chubby future hold?
It was easy to imagine the now tubby cheerleader getting herself into quite a bit of trouble.
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Jemieder15 from Deviant Art was once again kind enough to create some images to go along with my work, in this case Stephanie and Melody from "Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny". Jemieder uses AI to create a base for photomanipulation and willingly created these completely for fun and for free, so I thought people would enjoy seeing them. You can see more of Jemieder15's stuff HERE.
2024-11-01 15:00:18 +0000 UTC View PostHappy Halloween! As promised, here's chapter 1 of "Nightmare Pigs 2". It's a little over 3,000 words.
Enjoy!
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Valerie felt her stomach start to bulge outward as fat appeared where there had been only muscle. She could feel the pounds piling up around her middle and pushing out in new found layers of pudge. As the moments ticked by, her stomach seemed to get larger and larger, fatter and fatter. She was bloating up far beyond her wildest nightmares, and the more she tried to fight back, trying to push the fat back inside of her, the more that fat seemed to bubble out, oozing through her fingers.
“Yes, I understand those abs of yours were something you took great pride in. You worked hard for them, careful discipline, a strict diet and lots of gym time. You were so regimented. You deserved those abs. But now… well maybe now you’ll be happier having let yourself go.”
But Valerie couldn’t let go. She kept holding on to the sack of fat that had once been her proud abdominal muscles muttering incoherent pleas for mercy as she felt the blubbery belly in her hands continue to grow, blossoming with fat that poured over the sides of her hands. Years of dedication and hard work was out the window as the fat kept piling on and pushing outward. She could see that the belly she was growing became such a tremendous gut that the part she was holding became just the thick lower roll of a much larger double belly, the top of which she could feel now rolling over her thumbs which sunk into the crease that formed near her belly button.
“The problem was never that you had abs, of course. Self-discipline and dedication are admirable qualities. I know. But you just had to go and show them off at every opportunity, didn't you? You had to flaunt them, to use them as a tool to prove your own superiority, and the worst part is that in doing so you had to go and make others feel like complete shit. That’s what makes you the monster here. That’s what makes you deserve this, not just your vanity, but your cruelty. That’s why you’re getting turned into the kind of “pig” you’ve always made fun of.”
Valerie could feel her fattening stomach begin to rumble. There was a hunger there, a strong desire, a craving, for foods that she had been so careful not to have before. She wanted doughnuts and pizza, cake and hot dogs, macaroni and cheese and all kinds of pie, apple, blueberry, cherry; suddenly pie was the only way she ever wanted to consume fruit again.
And as her hunger grew, so did her blubbery belly. It was like Valerie was eating all of the things she was imagining and with each imagined calorie came another very real pound piled onto her already portly middle. It was like years of working out were replaced with years of indulgence as her previously trim middle continued to expand, developing thick meaty love handles to match her gut and complete the mighty muffin top.
“I know you want this to be over. I know you want to beg me for mercy. But I want you to know that this is only the beginning.”
As Valerie felt the fat continue to overfill her belly and overwhelm her hands, and as she could feel that fat starting to spread and fill other parts of her body, she knew that she was doomed. The only question she had was: How did she end up in this mess in the first place?
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Scarlet held her daughter Marjorie as tightly as she could. It was quite the sight as the fat Marjorie blubbered to her mother all about her friend Jennifer’s family issues. Although she could not get her arms all the way around her daughter, she could feel her daughters pain. Marjorie had always been such an empathic child, incredibly sensitive. It was one of the things that made her so susceptible to bullying. Scarlet cursed herself for being so arrogant and haphazard with her actions that she had not considered that what she had done to Jennifer would end up hurting Marjorie’s feelings as well.
She had underestimated her daughter’s capacity for understanding and forgiveness because they were qualities that she herself so thoroughly lacked.
As she pulled away from her daughter after letting her know she would take care of things, Scarlet watched Marjorie dry her eyes with the backs of her chubby hands.
“Thanks, mom. I figured maybe you could talk to her or something? You’ve always been so good about giving me advice.”
Scarlet gently stroked Marjorie’s cheek with her hand as a tear welled up in her own eye.
“Oh, my beautiful baby. I don’t know how you ever ended up so sweet.”
“It’s because I have a great mom,” beamed Marjorie with her cheeks still rosy from her tears.
“I wish more than anything that could be true.”
As Scarlet cradled Marjorie’s fat doe face in her hands, she looked at the prominent deep purple vein that jutted out of her hand, a scar from the last time she pushed her magic in a bid to truly punish Jennifer on her own terms. It was an ugly sign that she was now going to have to clean up her own mess.
Unsure of how to handle her mother’s response and the awkwardness of the pause that it had created, Marjorie pulled away and wiped some snot away with the back of her hand.
“So ummm… do you want her number or something? Or do you want me to invite her over for dinner? She might like dinner here. I know her family gets really judgy about her eating at home.”
Scarlet pat Marjorie on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry dear. I know how to contact her.”
“Oh, you do? Because I-”
She held one finger to her daughter’s lips.
“Shhhh. I told you. I’ll take care of things. Trust me, and don’t worry your sweet head about it anymore.”
“Oh, okay. If you say so.”
“I do.”
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Later that night, Scarlet found herself once again visiting Jennifer Russel in a dream. It was the recurring nightmare that she had forced upon here. Here Jennifer was just as thin and bitchy as ever, flaunting her figure right before she was forced to relive her downfall. Until today, Scarlet had considered this setup some of her finest work.
Scarlet watched for a few moments and in that short span of time, she watched Jennifer flaunt her abs, dance in a circle to show off her hips and ass and call several people unflattering and downright insulting names. She was about to give up on Jennifer entirely, to leave her exclusively to her cruel fate and make up some kind of story of at least trying to help her for Marjorie. Perhaps she could just inception a new memory of a conversation as evidence.
Then she saw Marjorie right there, waddling through the dream, and Jennifer looked at her… and did nothing. She had every opportunity to show Marjorie up, to mock her relentlessly in front of her friends. Instead she just let Marjorie wander on by, if anything there was a sadness in her eyes as she did so, a desire to connect pushed deep down by a fear of social isolation.
Could that vain little bitch have actually learned something of a lesson?
Then she watched Jennifer call some other poor fat girl a pig, and Scarlet knew that whatever lesson Jennifer had learned hadn’t been good enough.
That’s when Scarlet made herself known, and she had you admit, she enjoyed the wide eyed panic Jennifer displayed as she did so.
“Y-you. You’re the one who made me-”
“Fat. Yes. I’m the one who turned you into a, as you were so proud of calling others, fat pig.
“I- I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for that dear. In fact, let’s speed this part of the dream up.”
And with a snap of Scarlet’s fingers, Jennifer began to balloon. Her slender frame quickly swelled with fat turning her from the vixen she once was back into her morbidly obese present form. Her abs turned into her huge spare tire with love handles to match; her thighs became tree trunks of fat complete with cankles and fat feet to go with them. Jennifer’s arms inflated like pillows of fat, and so did her ass cheeks which went from being tight and perky with plenty of muscles to being mushy globs of fat swollen to the point of looking like a broken down shelf that slumped onto her cellulite riddled thighs. Her breasts swelled to enormous size but also began to sag onto her bloated belly. They quivered as they filled with fat just like the rest of her. As always, Jennifer’s face lost its angelic structure and swelled with fat until she had a piggish appearance with jiggly jowls and a multitude of chins.
Scarlet gleefully pinched one of those extra chins and watched as Jennifer winced in pain.
“There we go. I like you much better this way.”
Jennifer sighed as her chubby hands kneading the doughy expanse of her blubbery belly.
“What are you here for?”
“I’m here to make things better.”
Suddenly, Jennifer’s chubby cheeks lit up with the glow of possibility, the hint of hope.
“You’re going to change me back?”
A low rumbling laughed worked its way up Scarlet’s throat and exploded out of her mouth as a full blown cackle.
“Of course not. I already told you I prefer you like this. But I am here to offer you revenge.”
“Revenge?”
“Yes. It appears my punishment of you has rippled outward even further than intended, and the people who are tormenting you are leading to my poor Marjorie feeling bad on your behalf. I can’t stand that. So I’m intent on making it so they no longer have the ability to make fun of you by taking away the high ground they stand on.”
“You’re going to make them fat like me?”
“Maybe even fatter if I find call for it. Do you want this?”
Jennifer hesitated. She wanted more than anything to punish her sister, aunt and mother, but could she really be cold enough to sentence them to punishments as humiliating as her own?
Scarlet had no time for hesitation.
“Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Suddenly she reached forward and with one hand pinched Jennifer’s extra chin while pressing her other hand against Jennifer’s forehead. Jennifer’s eyes went went and for a moment she lost sight of everything. Then she heard what sounded to her like the turning of the pages in a very large book, and as those pages turn she replayed every cruel words ever said to her by her family and others. She saw flashes of memories over and over again as the same kinds of humiliating incidents replayed themselves.
“Do you want this?” Scarlet asked again.
“Yes,” gasped Jennifer.
“More than anything.”
“Good.”
Scarlet tore through the pages of Jennifer’s mind looking for targets.
“What do we have here? A mother. That makes all the sense in the world, vain and haughty and how you ended definitely the cause for how you ended up as you did, and you’ve got a bratty younger sister, fruit from the same poison tree. I’m also seeing an aunt, just like your mother. Best take care of the whole family and not risk having to do this again. Then there’s more, outside the family…. Yes. Lori…. An ex-roommate and a Valerie, someone she’s already replaced you with. I see them having a good laugh at your expense. They go to the same college as you an Marjorie of course, so I’ll have to take care of them too just to be safe. Oh, and hidden here, I see a childhood best friend now hanging about your sister. What a little Judas. Don’t worry. I’ll get her too.”
“That’s so many people,”
“I’m not coming back here again. All of the branches must be pruned.”
With that, Scarlet pulled herself out of Jennifer’s memories, and Jennifer could see her once again in all her horrifying glory.
“I’ll start with that Valerie person. She’ll be a nice warm up. As for you…”
With another snap of her fingers, Scarlet conjured up an immense table full of endless food.
“You sit your fat ass back and enjoy yourself.”
“Please! N-”
But before she could protest further, Jennifer found herself thrown back into a double wide chair that her flab still spilled out over and with a buttery scone shoved into her mouth. As she chewed on that scone, a host of other pastries began to line themselves up ready to keep Jennifer Russel very well fed.
Before Jennifer could finish the scone, Scarlet was already gone, off to do her work.
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Valerie felt her thighs thickening. She could feel her muscles going slack, something that would have made her stumble if she was capable of any movement at all, but instead she stood perfectly still as the muscle she had spent hours at the gym building and maintaining was replaced by the kind of soft squishy fat that was more befitting a lifelong couch potato. Pounds of buttery blubber packed its way onto her legs giving her flabby saddlebags and causing her new thunder thighs to slap together and then press together. The force of fatty tissue pressing against fatty tissue was the only thing that allowed Valerie any kind of movement- that the the fact that all of her flab was quivering as the fat continued to pump itself into her body- but all the thigh fat did was force herself to widen her stance to accommodate the sheer girth of her much thicker thighs. She couldn’t move her legs under her own power enough to walk, but it was easy to close her eyes and imagine herself waddling if she could- or at least it would be if she could closer her eyes.
All Valerie could do was watch and feel herself change and know there was nothing that could be done as she imagined herself waddling about back somewhere in the recesses of her frightened mind.
Her thighs grew fatter and with it came the rest of her legs. Valerie’s calves and ankles grew thicker with fat until they fused together into cankles, and even her feet grew wider as the fat filled them and turned her dainty toes into tubby ones.
Some of the worst damage came to her precious ass. What was once tight and perfectly shaped became a lumpy mess of mushy fat. Her butt ballooned into two huge cushions of saggy flab, and those blubbery butt cheeks became dimpled with cellulite just like her thunder thighs. Her chunky cheeks were destined for swinging in the breeze. They were two huge orbs of fat the size of beach balls, but they also looked at least partially deflated due to the lack of musculature. Instead of just sticking out, they slopped downward and slapped onto the backs of her thick thighs.
Scarlet reached out and pinched one of Valerie’s thick love handles which had become slabs of hanging fat dripping over her wide hips.
“I want you to know this is nothing personal. But you’ve found yourself connected with the kinds of people who’ve caused my daughter hurt, and I can’t have that.”
Valerie’s breasts began to expand, turning into sagging pillows that quivered as they dropped downward onto the shelf of her blubber belly. Her arms grew from fit to flabby with big bloated bingo wings whose fat dripped over her elbows. Valerie’s neck thickened, and her face grew far plumper. She developed jiggly jowls and a doughy double chin as her face rounded out with fat.
She looked every bit the kind of girl she would normally make fun of and then some. If she were to run into herself in the real world looking like this, she would have a host of names to call herself, like “Piggy”, “Cow”, “Wide Load”, “Lard Ass”, and “Butterball”. She would never let someone as fat as her forget about how fat, greedy and lazy she was. She pinch her fat, jiggle it, point it out for all to see. Valerie had made the lives of women like her hell, and now she could expect a lifetime of the same treatment.
Scarlet stroked Valerie’s extra chins with one hand and her own pointed one with the other.
“I think you’re a bit larger than I planned. Might have gone a bit overboard there. Oh well. Let’s just make sure we’re all done here.”
She pulled on Valerie’s double chin and pressed on her forehead with her other hand just like she had with Jennifer and then slipped into Valerie’s memories.
“I see a mother… but a rather plump one. You used to make fun of her all the time, didn’t you? Shame on you. Here’s a lesson learned then. And it explains that extra serving size of fat, I was just tapping into your jeans. The good for you is, you would have ended up close to this eventually anyway. I just sort of sped the process along a bit. But here… that’s interesting. Here we have a sister, eighteen, high school senior. She just won homecoming queen and has her eyes set on prom queen. Of course she does. And her track record of making fun of fat people is no good. That’s a problem. She’ll end up making fun of you, and then who knows where we’ll end up. Miss Beauty Queen Cheerleader will have to be fattened too.”
“No please. Don’t,” begged Valerie with tears running down her chubby cheeks.
“You’ll be happier this way. She won’t be able to make fun of you once she’s fat too. And she could use the humility.”
“I don’t care. Leave her alone!”
But Scarlet was already slipping back into the night, and the last thing that Valerie heard was a whisper that tickled at the back of her brain.
“Sorry. No more loose ends.”
Here is the full prologue to "Nightmare Pigs 2". As a Halloween treat, I'm making this available to all members (free or paid) before I release it on Deviant Art. Paid members, the plan is to still get out chapter 1 by tonight, hopefully. If you haven't read the original "Nightmare Pigs", you can read the entire collection HERE.
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“Do you have any idea how fat I could make you?”
Cinda cowered at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and all at once at the same time.
“I could turn you into a complete fat ass, an immobile blob of blubber, a real cow as you’re so frequently fond of calling people.”
A flash of memories came across Cinda’s eyes like she was watching a thousand television screens all at once. She could see years of the pain she inflicted on others with her cutting words and her physical actions. All her vanity, all her flaunting, all her bullying ways were laid bare before her.
“It would serve you right too, for your years of casual cruelty. It’s so easy for you to be spiteful and mean to others? Of course it is. Everything’s been easy for you your whole life, why shouldn’t that be. That’s why you look down on others, judge them. You see fat people as lazy and greedy because you don’t know what it’s like to have to struggle in the slightest.”
The voice started to take shape with a body that was shadow on top of shadow but framed by long deep purple hair like tentacles and a Cheshire cat grin.
“Now you’re going to struggle.”
Cinda couldn’t see it, but she could feel long boney fingers tickling her abs.
“You’ve had everything handed to you because of your looks. And you barely even have to work to maintain that thanks to that fabulous metabolism of yours.”
Sharp nails ran themselves along the curves of her trim midsection.
“Well I’m going to take that metabolism away from you, and give you an even bigger appetite instead, not just for anything and everything, but for fattening food in particular, sweet treats, greasy fried food, that’s what you’re going to be craving. And the pounds, they’re going to pile on.”
There was a cold whisper in her ear.
“Say goodbye to your precious abs. Say goodbye to your pretty privilege.”
Cinda could see all the times she ever flashed her abs, danced on a countertop, wore a bikini. Years of memories flooded her vision and then began to blink out of existence.
“It’s time for you to experience how the FATTER half lives.”
Cinda felt her mind stretch and in an instant it was like she was in her own body feeling her own abdominal muscles with her delicate hands, tickling hard muscles with her piano fingers, while also looking at herself doing all of this. Then, at the same time, she saw and felt those abs start to disappear. At first it was just like her entire middle became mush. She looked like a thin woman who never worked out. Then she looked like a thin woman who didn’t work out and also ate a few too many snacks. Her belly went from simply lacking tone to having a little bit of extra pudge that she found unsightly. Unfortunately, her vision never got better as the pounds kept piling on. The moments kept slipping by and the weight kept slipping on and what was once describable as a starter belly became a pot belly and then a gut. That guy surged forward into her hands and felt like a heavy weight, heavy but incredibly soft and squishy.
She couldn’t help but squeeze her belly. It was a reflex to explore this alien flesh and find that it was all her own. This was her stomach fat, her flab that she now squished between her fingers as she measured the weight with her hands like they were the scale. She jiggled it and slapped it, and then, in a fit of panic, she tried to push it back into her body, but there was no going back. Her growing gut just continued the push forward, a surging sack of fat that eventually pushed her hands away. And as Cinda watched her blubbery belly continue to blossom, she looked down at the same hands that were fighting to contain it and found herself realizing another horror.
They were getting fatter too.
Her hands once so delicate were now looking decidedly clumsy as the fat filled them. Suddenly she had chubby hands, mitts of fat, and her fingers, once slender piano fingers, became big fat sausages. She would have screamed if she could, but instead she just continued to watch and feel as the fat that had filled her hands began to work its way up her wrists, swelling them as well, but where she really noticed the weight gain was when the fat made its way to her upper arms.
Cinda’s biceps began to bloat, but it was also so much more than that. She didn’t just feel her arms get fatter; she felt herself get weaker. Whatever muscle she had in her biceps was lost as they bloated up and developed thick, flabby bingo wings. Suddenly she felt pathetic, useless, empty. The only thing that filled her arms now was fat, she could feel how it had robbed her fitness.
And it was far from done.
Her shoulders went quickly. They were fattened up and rounded off as the fat made its way into her breasts where it did not stay long. What was there was just as permanent as everything else, but there wasn’t nearly as much of it. As the fat worked its way into her beautiful and perky breasts, it stretched out the skin and stole their perkiness leaving her breasts heavier but looking smaller and deflated as the fat pulled them downward. They became sad, sagging breasts covered in stretch marks and quivering in shame as the fat redirected itself elsewhere.
Where the fat went next was her neck which grew thicker. If she was able to speak at that moment she would have heard that even her voice had seemingly gotten fatter, growing deeper as her neck thickened. She couldn’t feel that. But what she could feel instead was the way the fat worked its way up and then dangled downward in the form of a second chin that was very doughy in texture.
But the double was not the end of her facial changes. Her cheeks rounded out, losing the angular nature and instead developing sagging, jiggling jowls. Fat filled out every part of her face, including her forehead and nose. The way the fat filled her forehead made her look dull, and the way it inflated her nose made her look piggish. This new look was further aided by the fact that her cheeks became so inflated with fat that they made her eyes look beady.
Many fat women have cute moon faces with adorably chubby cheeks that people would kindly call cherubic, but not Cinda. She was decidedly piggish, decidedly dull, what many would call decidedly ugly.
Even then, even with her pretty face now thoroughly bloated, the fat was not done with Cinda. It had filled up her upper half and her belly, but her lower half had yet to feel the wrath of the fat, and that was quickly changed as the muscles in her legs became slack, and they became soft and flabby. Then, just like the rest of her, they began to expand outward, skin stretching and dimpling with cellulite as they turned from lean and limber limbs to thick thunder thighs, outrageously flabby and large enough to widen her stance so that if she was able to move she would be forced to waddle. The rest of her legs grew fat as well. Cinda developed cankles and fat feet with sausage toes. But it was her thighs that really stole the show. She grew thunder thighs covered in big slabs of chunk that made for excellent landing pads for her butt cheeks.
Those cheeks grew incredibly large and incredibly flabby. They were massive in size and sag and after fighting gravity for as long as they could they gave up and slapped down onto the backs of her fat thunder thighs. Each cheek became larger enough to be held in two hands with some left offer. She was full of booty meat that jiggled and swayed under the slightest movement.
That’s when Cinda realized it. She could move again. Only every time she moved all it did was remind her of how incredibly obese she was. Every plodding step was like another dagger to the heart knowing that she was now an extremely fat woman with no conceivable way back.
Scarlet had been right of course. Cinda was not used to work, not real work. She had kept up her muscles with limited effort thanks to great genes. To really shift this kind of weight, that was just something she couldn’t fathom doing. As much as she wanted to lose the weight and get back to being a slim and sexy self, the thought of heading back to the gym and being seen like this, of struggling was far more than she could take.
She was doomed. She was a fatty and fat too lazy to be anything else but a fatty.
And as she accepted that fact, her great big greedy gut started to rumble, and she knew that there was one thing she suddenly wanted even more than being thin again.
To stuff herself like a total pig.
So Scarlet slipped back into the shadows and disappeared into reality content in the knowledge that once Cinda woke up the first thing she would do, after screaming at the sight of her elaborately expanded figure, would be to order a big fat greasy breakfast.
Elsewhere, Jennifer Russel was waking from her own dream.
It was a nightmare she had had many times before. In it she was slim and sexy, an undeniable fox. That was always her favorite part of the dream, the beginning when she could look at herself in the mirror and admire her fit figure. She was physical perfection, with long lean limbs covered in just the right amount of muscle. Her breasts were perky and the perfect size. She had six pack abs and an angelic face. She had shining blonde hair and smelt positively heavenly. There wasn’t a single flaw about her and admiring herself filled her with such joy.
Was it wrong to be so into oneself? It couldn’t be wrong when one looked like Jennifer did in her dream. And as she kept gazing at herself in the mirror she remembered everything
This wasn’t just a dream. This was her. This was who she really was, who she was meant to be. She was slim and sexy and surrounded by friends just like her, but she was the head bitch in charge. And she was a real bitch. But she had earned it. She got to look down on people because she was better than other people. She deserved so much more than them.
And the moment she thought those things was the moment her stomach began to rumble. And the food would show up.
It was different every night. Sometimes it was cake or cookies. Sometimes it was more savory fare. At least once, it had been a strange combination of pizza, beer and doughnuts. But what was the same every night was the amount in that it was always immense, always impossibly huge. There was always too much to eat and yet she would start doing just that.
Jennifer would eat and eat and eat. And as she ate the inevitable would happen.
She would start getting fat.
Jennifer’s body would start inflating like a parade balloon. Her abs would disappear and she would develop a big ball belly that stuck out in front of her until it got so fat that it collapsed under its own weight and became a blubbery double belly. If Jennifer watched that happen to someone else she would have found it endlessly amusing, how tremendously cartoonish it looked. But she wasn’t looking. She was feeling.
Just like she felt her belly bloom, she also felt her thighs swell, quivering with new as her hips widened as well. And she felt herself rise up in the seat as her ass became two thick flabby cushions. She could feel her arms wobble as she reached for more and more food while her biceps turned blubbery and grew to be the size of ham hocks. Her bingo wings jiggled as she stuffed her face with food and licked her chubby fingers clean.
She could feel crumbs or sauce or syrup dribbling down her face, first down one chin, then a second, then a third until it felt whatever it was fall off her fat face and into her cavernous cleavage. Jennifer kept expanding, growing heavier, weighing herself down with fat and food until the began to creak and then break. She crashed on the floor with waves of blubber undulating for what felt like forever.
And all she could do was reach for more food, oinking snorting with greed until the snorts inevitably turned into the hum of her alarm clock and brought her back to a reality.
That reality was full of fat just like her nightmare. When she woke in the morning gravity and her own sense of self-loathing fought with her fat body to keep her pinned to her bed. Nothing made her feel weaker than trying to get her obese body from lying on her fat back to sitting position. She used to be able to do crunches like it was nothing. There was a time, though now the memories felt quite foggy, that she loved doing abdominal workouts, but now her huge spare tire weighed her down and was so large that it was like trying to do a crunch with a big exercise ball on top, and exercise was not something she was up to nowadays.
Jennifer thought about exercise sometimes. She remembered how easy it used to be, how much she used to take simple mobility for granted. Now, getting out of bed was certainly a workout. In fact, the sweat that she produced while struggling added to those struggles by making her flab stick to her bedsheets. But it was nowhere near the same thing, and the struggle to physically get out of bed was enough to make her want to swear off physical activity for the rest of the day. Luckily, for Jennifer, once she got out of bed her day was mostly spent sitting. She would sit around the house and eat. Sometimes she would go to college and sit in class.
Getting to college wasn’t an easy experience. She would always get a seat on the bus, but the problem with that was that she was large enough to need two. Even then, it wasn’t a problem. People would often move away from her like her fat might be contagious. Jennifer used to turn heads because her ass was so tight and perky. Now people turned to gawk at the obese Jennifer who needed two seats, one for each blubbery butt cheek and whose love handles still spilled over the sides.
And then once she got to college, it was difficult to lug her fatass around campus. She knew that at one point she used to strut around like she owned the place, but now she struggled to waddle from class to class, often having to stop to catch her breath which frequently made her late. And all that stopping to clearly catch her breath also made her something of a spectacle to the students on campus. Lots of people loved to shoot judgemental stares her way and whisper behind her back or even call her horrible names right to her fat face, the kinds of names she once used to call others like “Piggy”, “Cow”, and “Whale.” Sure, she had some friends, a group of women she used to make fun of who were all nearly as fat as she was, but for the most part what she faced on campus was cruelty. Jennifer’s college life was a mostly miserable experience.
But by far the worst part of Jennifer’s obese existence was having to put up with her vain and catty family members.
Every morning, Jennifer would waddle downstairs for breakfast, and as she ate she could be sure that her younger sister, now a nineteen year old freshman at her same college, would come prancing down and spot her, taking great sport in making fun of the older sister she once admired.
Jennifer would watch her sister Christina saunter over to her ready to be as big a bitch as Jennifer ever was and she knew she was powerless to do anything to stop it.
“Stuffing your face already, Piggy? I see you couldn’t wait to get to your trough. We might as well just strap a feedbag to you so your fat ass can keep eating non-stop all day. We both know that’s what you really want.”
Christina would reach around from behind Jennifer, as far as her arms could extend, and then grab the sides of Jennifer’s blubbery belly (because she could not get all the way around) and give it a heavy shake like she was trying to get sand out of a beach towel. Jennifer’s belly fat would undulate and crash in waves against her lap. And when she tried to fight back, that would just cause the rest of her fat body to quiver, and Christina to laugh hysterical.
This was the twisted ritual they would follow every morning. And on top of that, Christina was often full of a range of other twisted remarks, the kind that Jennifer would have once made to people of her current size (or far smaller).
“You really are a disgusting fatty.”
“How do you live with yourself, having to heave your fat ass around.”
“You’re a big fat loser, such a waste of space, and you take up so much space.”
“You’re an absolute cow. A disgrace. I’m ashamed to call you my sister.”
“I’m lucky you’re so fat that we don’t have a family resemblance anymore. It makes it easier to pretend I don’t even know you, Piggy.”
Those last two were extraordinarily hurtful, the kind of words that would send Jennifer straight to stuffing herself with more food for comfort, though it didn’t take much to get Jennifer eating a lot nowadays. Still, Jennifer felt the pain that her sister caused her a tried to bury it down as deep as she could. But she couldn’t help but want not just justice, but revenge.
Sometimes, when she wasn’t having the nightmare about her own fattening, Jennifer would dream about fattening her skinny sister.
The dream would often be the same, Christina would be sitting in a chair, never tied down but always just unable to move. And in front of her would be a large chocolate cake, one so large that it filled the entire table it sat on and was tall enough to need multiple tiers. Jennifer would always saunter around it, still immensely fat- Jennifer was never thin again in this dream, and she would run her fingers along the chocolate icing before scooping it into her mouth and sucking it down with a moan.
“Ooooh. Sis, this is so good. You really have to try it.”
And then she would dig her hands into the cake, and, before Christina could get out a scream in protest, she shoved Jennifer shoved a fistful of chocolate cake into her mouth. Her sister’s muffled cries would just be met with another handful of cake.
Jennifer made sure to be messy with it too, smearing the chocolate and the crumbs all over Christina’s face and chest.
“It’s good. Isn’t it? Go ahead. Have some more. You’ve earned a little treat.”
And then she would cram more cake into Christina’s cheeks, and the more cake Christina ate, the chubbier those cheeks started to become. Christina’s eyes would always go wide with panic when she felt her abs give way to a flabby stomach that was suddenly so large that it flopped onto her much thicker lap. Jennifer would respond by giving Christina’s new pit of pudge a hard pinch.
“Getting kind of hefty there, sis. Gotta be careful with the cake. Sweet and loaded with calories. It’s so good, but so fattening as you can see.”
Then Jennifer would slap and shake her own immense belly for emphasis.
“Seriously, if you don’t watch out, this could be all yours.”
Jennifer pressed her big blubbery against Christina as she fed Christina more and more cake. Christina started to cry, but all this did was make Jennifer feed her even faster.
“You love this, don’t you, my little piglet? You just can’t get enough cake, and that’s why you’re so pleasantly plum, my greedy little chubbers.”
She waddled backward to admire her handiwork, and sure enough Christina was now decided chubby with a flabby pot belly and thick thighs. She was sitting higher in the chair because of her bigger butt, and even her arms were carrying extra pounds. She was soft all over, but it still wasn’t nearly enough for Jennifer who came forward with even more cake, double fisting Christina’s punishment.
As the cake filled Christina’s cheeks so did the fat which filled her body. Christina’s belly swelled even bigger. Her gut grew both forward and wide with matching meaty love handles that started to press against and spill over and under the armrests. Her butt cheeks inflated like balloons and pushed her up in the chair as well. That chair began to creak as Christina grew closer to her big sister in size.
“Have some more, Piggy. In fact, have a whole lot more!”
The cake kept coming until the chair gave out and Christina collapsed to the floor, a bouncing blob of fat. She was now twice the size of Jennifer and completely immobile. Jennifer waddled up to her and began to massage her impossibly large blubber belly.
“How does it feel to be the big sister now, Piggy?”
Unfortunately, whenever she woke up Jennifer was consistently confronted with the truth, Christina was the same slim and sexy vixen that she always was, and Jennifer was the piggy. There was no hope of changing that. She just had to put up with Christina’s hateful words.
“You really gonna eat all that bacon? Well, I guess you are what you eat. Right, Piggy?”
Maybe Jennifer could have put up with her sister if it was just her, but Jennifer’s mother was just as bad.
“You’re such a disappointment, such a big fat disappointment.”
This was a regular refrain of Jennifer’s mother, Sylvia, a classic cougar who loved to be catty. There was a time when Jennifer admired that about her mother, but now that her mother’s claws liked to dig into her, Jennifer found it a lot less endearing.
Another one of her mother’s classic moves was to walk over and tap Jennifer’s big belly and then watched it disapprovingly as it bounced.
“You used to be so pretty, so in control and now… ugg.. Just look at you. You’re so… big, so incredibly big. I can’t believe all my hard work in raising, and you went and turned from my perfect daughter to a big fat pig. How did it come to this?”
That was a frequent question from her complaining mother. Nobody could ever totally answer it. She had a glandular problem? She just let herself go? It didn’t matter. Jennifer was just fat now. That’s the answer anyone who ever thought about the question ultimately landed on. Jennifer was thin and now she was fat, and somehow her family had decided that meant she needed to be punished for it over and over again.
“Why can’t you be more like your beautiful sister? Why are you so content stuffing your face and loafing around like a cow?”
“I don’t w- I just… I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry. That’s why you’re so damn fat.”
Whenever Jennifer’s mother got like this, all Jennifer could do was take it and hang her head in shame which made her extra chins even more noticeable, something her mother loved to point out, often by pinching them.
And oftentimes, Jennifer’s mother was joined by Jennifer’s aunt Karen. Karen was Sylvia’s younger sister and best friend. The two were thick as thieves and that included the times they spent making fun of Jennifer’s extra thickness.
Karen truly loved being critical of Jennifer.
“Do you really need to eat that dear? I think you’ve had more than enough.”
“You should be watching what you’re eating. And in your case I think what you should be eating is nothing for a while.”
“You know what they say dear, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips, and your hips are already plenty wide enough.”
And as Jennifer had to put up with more and more of these kinds of comments, she couldn’t help but turn to the one person that she counted as her closest friend.
It’s ironic of course, that her best friend was now somebody that she used to make fun of. After all, Marjorie was a big fat nerd, but now Jennifer was far fatter than she was, and she was just thankful that Marjorie was such a forgiving and caring person.
Marjorie took all of the stories Jennifer told her to heart, and her heart was as large as her body. It pained her so deeply to know that Jennifer’s family could be so unkind, so hurtful, especially when Marjorie’s own mother was the kindest, most caring person she knew. In fact, Marjorie knew that if anyone was going to be able to help Jennifer, it would be her mother, Scarlet.
Scarlet wasn’t ready for her blubbering daughter to come bursting into the house and slam her fat body into her as she cried all about Jennifer’s horrible life and how much it hurt her to see her friend suffer like this, and she just wished that there was something that could be done.
At the mention of Jennifer’s name, Scarlet had bristled quite a bit, but her sweet marshmallow of a daughter had a way of melting her heart, and she could never say no to Marjorie.
Marjorie never saw the glow of deep purple behind her mother’s eyes as she kissed her on the forehead and whispered.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy’s going to take care of everything.”
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"Nightmare Pigs 2" starts dropping on Halloween with two parts, both a prologue and chapter 1.
In anticipation, here are some teasers of what you can expect.
Enjoy!
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“Do you have any idea how fat I could make you?”
Cinda cowered at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and all at once at the same time.
“I could turn you into a complete fat ass, an immobile blob of blubber, a real cow as you’re so frequently fond of calling people.”
A flash of memories came across Cinda’s eyes like she was watching a thousand television screens all at once. She could see years of the pain she inflicted on others with her cutting words and her physical actions. All her vanity, all her flaunting, all her bullying ways were laid bare before her.
“It would serve you right too, for your years of casual cruelty. It’s so easy for you to be spiteful and mean to others? Of course it is. Everything’s been easy for you your whole life, why shouldn’t that be. That’s why you look down on others, judge them. You see fat people as lazy and greedy because you don’t know what it’s like to have to struggle in the slightest.”
The voice started to take shape with a body that was shadow on top of shadow but framed by long deep purple hair like tentacles and a Cheshire cat grin.
“Now you’re going to struggle.”
Cinda couldn’t see it, but she could feel long boney fingers tickling her abs.
“You’ve had everything handed to you because of your looks. And you barely even have to work to maintain that thanks to that fabulous metabolism of yours.”
Sharp nails ran themselves along the curves of her trim midsection.
“Well I’m going to take that metabolism away from you, and give you an even bigger appetite instead, not just for anything and everything, but for fattening food in particular, sweet treats, greasy fried food, that’s what you’re going to be craving. And the pounds, they’re going to pile on.”
There was a cold whisper in her ear.
“Say goodbye to your precious abs. Say goodbye to your pretty privilege.”
Cinda could see all the times she ever flashed her abs, danced on a countertop, wore a bikini. Years of memories flooded her vision and then began to blink out of existence.
“It’s time for you to experience how the FATTER half lives.”
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Here's a long at Jennifer Russel, the main antagonist of the the original "Nightmare Pigs" who is now dealing with the fattening results of that story. "Nightmare Pigs 2" shifts the focus to her family. Take a look at this preview:
Sure, she had some friends, a group of women she used to make fun of who were all nearly as fat as she was, but for the most part what she faced on campus was cruelty. Jennifer’s college life was a mostly miserable experience.
But by far the worst part of Jennifer’s obese existence was having to put up with her vain and catty family members.
Every morning, Jennifer would waddle downstairs for breakfast, and as she ate she could be sure that her younger sister, now a nineteen year old freshman at her same college, would come prancing down and spot her, taking great sport in making fun of the older sister she once admired.
Jennifer would watch her sister Christina saunter over to her ready to be as big a bitch as Jennifer ever was and she knew she was powerless to do anything to stop it.
“Stuffing your face already, Piggy? I see you couldn’t wait to get to your trough. We might as well just strap a feedbag to you so your fat ass can keep eating non-stop all day. We both know that’s what you really want.”
Christina would reach around from behind Jennifer, as far as her arms could extend, and then grab the sides of Jennifer’s blubbery belly (because she could not get all the way around) and give it a heavy shake like she was trying to get sand out of a beach towel. Jennifer’s belly fat would undulate and crash in waves against her lap. And when she tried to fight back, that would just cause the rest of her fat body to quiver, and Christina to laugh hysterical.
This was the twisted ritual they would follow every morning. And on top of that, Christina was often full of a range of other twisted remarks, the kind that Jennifer would have once made to people of her current size (or far smaller).
“You really are a disgusting fatty.”
“How do you live with yourself, having to heave your fat ass around.”
“You’re a big fat loser, such a waste of space, and you take up so much space.”
“You’re an absolute cow. A disgrace. I’m ashamed to call you my sister.”
“I’m lucky you’re so fat that we don’t have a family resemblance anymore. It makes it easier to pretend I don’t even know you, Piggy.”
Those last two were extraordinarily hurtful, the kind of words that would send Jennifer straight to stuffing herself with more food for comfort, though it didn’t take much to get Jennifer eating a lot nowadays. Still, Jennifer felt the pain that her sister caused her a tried to bury it down as deep as she could. But she couldn’t help but want not just justice, but revenge.
Sometimes, when she wasn’t having the nightmare about her own fattening, Jennifer would dream about fattening her skinny sister.
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2024-10-29 23:45:24 +0000 UTC View PostHere's a special preview of the "Nightmare Pigs 2" Prologue which debuts on Halloween! I plan to drop both the prologue and chapter one in celebration of Halloween. This here is the opening scene.
Enjoy!
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“Do you have any idea how fat I could make you?”
Cinda cowered at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and all at once at the same time.
“I could turn you into a complete fat ass, an immobile blob of blubber, a real cow as you’re so frequently fond of calling people.”
A flash of memories came across Cinda’s eyes like she was watching a thousand television screens all at once. She could see years of the pain she inflicted on others with her cutting words and her physical actions. All her vanity, all her flaunting, all her bullying ways were laid bare before her.
“It would serve you right too, for your years of casual cruelty. It’s so easy for you to be spiteful and mean to others? Of course it is. Everything’s been easy for you your whole life, why shouldn’t that be. That’s why you look down on others, judge them. You see fat people as lazy and greedy because you don’t know what it’s like to have to struggle in the slightest.”
The voice started to take shape with a body that was shadow on top of shadow but framed by long deep purple hair like tentacles and a Cheshire cat grin.
“Now you’re going to struggle.”
Cinda couldn’t see it, but she could feel long boney fingers tickling her abs.
“You’ve had everything handed to you because of your looks. And you barely even have to work to maintain that thanks to that fabulous metabolism of yours.”
Sharp nails ran themselves along the curves of her trim midsection.
“Well I’m going to take that metabolism away from you, and give you an even bigger appetite instead, not just for anything and everything, but for fattening food in particular, sweet treats, greasy fried food, that’s what you’re going to be craving. And the pounds, they’re going to pile on.”
There was a cold whisper in her ear.
“Say goodbye to your precious abs. Say goodbye to your pretty privilege.”
Cinda could see all the times she ever flashed her abs, danced on a countertop, wore a bikini. Years of memories flooded her vision and then began to blink out of existence.
“It’s time for you to experience how the FATTER half lives.”
Cinda felt her mind stretch and in an instant it was like she was in her own body feeling her own abdominal muscles with her delicate hands, tickling hard muscles with her piano fingers, while also looking at herself doing all of this. Then, at the same time, she saw and felt those abs start to disappear. At first it was just like her entire middle became mush. She looked like a thin woman who never worked out. Then she looked like a thin woman who didn’t work out and also ate a few too many snacks. Her belly went from simply lacking tone to having a little bit of extra pudge that she found unsightly. Unfortunately, her vision never got better as the pounds kept piling on. The moments kept slipping by and the weight kept slipping on and what was once describable as a starter belly became a pot belly and then a gut. That guy surged forward into her hands and felt like a heavy weight, heavy but incredibly soft and squishy.
She couldn’t help but squeeze her belly. It was a reflex to explore this alien flesh and find that it was all her own. This was her stomach fat, her flab that she now squished between her fingers as she measured the weight with her hands like they were the scale. She jiggled it and slapped it, and then, in a fit of panic, she tried to push it back into her body, but there was no going back. Her growing gut just continued the push forward, a surging sack of fat that eventually pushed her hands away. And as Cinda watched her blubbery belly continue to blossom, she looked down at the same hands that were fighting to contain it and found herself realizing another horror.
They were getting fatter too.
Her hands once so delicate were now looking decidedly clumsy as the fat filled them. Suddenly she had chubby hands, mitts of fat, and her fingers, once slender piano fingers, became big fat sausages. She would have screamed if she could, but instead she just continued to watch and feel as the fat that had filled her hands began to work its way up her wrists, swelling them as well, but where she really noticed the weight gain was when the fat made its way to her upper arms.
Cinda’s biceps began to bloat, but it was also so much more than that. She didn’t just feel her arms get fatter; she felt herself get weaker. Whatever muscle she had in her biceps was lost as they bloated up and developed thick, flabby bingo wings. Suddenly she felt pathetic, useless, empty. The only thing that filled her arms now was fat, she could feel how it had robbed her fitness.
And it was far from done.
Her shoulders went quickly. They were fattened up and rounded off as the fat made its way into her breasts where it did not stay long. What was there was just as permanent as everything else, but there wasn’t nearly as much of it. As the fat worked its way into her beautiful and perky breasts, it stretched out the skin and stole their perkiness leaving her breasts heavier but looking smaller and deflated as the fat pulled them downward. They became sad, sagging breasts covered in stretch marks and quivering in shame as the fat redirected itself elsewhere.
Where the fat went next was her neck which grew thicker. If she was able to speak at that moment she would have heard that even her voice had seemingly gotten fatter, growing deeper as her neck thickened. She couldn’t feel that. But what she could feel instead was the way the fat worked its way up and then dangled downward in the form of a second chin that was very doughy in texture.
But the double was not the end of her facial changes. Her cheeks rounded out, losing the angular nature and instead developing sagging, jiggling jowls. Fat filled out every part of her face, including her forehead and nose. The way the fat filled her forehead made her look dull, and the way it inflated her nose made her look piggish. This new look was further aided by the fact that her cheeks became so inflated with fat that they made her eyes look beady.
Many fat women have cute moon faces with adorably chubby cheeks that people would kindly call cherubic, but not Cinda. She was decidedly piggish, decidedly dull, what many would call decidedly ugly.
Even then, even with her pretty face now thoroughly bloated, the fat was not done with Cinda. It had filled up her upper half and her belly, but her lower half had yet to feel the wrath of the fat, and that was quickly changed as the muscles in her legs became slack, and they became soft and flabby. Then, just like the rest of her, they began to expand outward, skin stretching and dimpling with cellulite as they turned from lean and limber limbs to thick thunder thighs, outrageously flabby and large enough to widen her stance so that if she was able to move she would be forced to waddle. The rest of her legs grew fat as well. Cinda developed cankles and fat feet with sausage toes. But it was her thighs that really stole the show. She grew thunder thighs covered in big slabs of chunk that made for excellent landing pads for her butt cheeks.
Those cheeks grew incredibly large and incredibly flabby. They were massive in size and sag and after fighting gravity for as long as they could they gave up and slapped down onto the backs of her fat thunder thighs. Each cheek became larger enough to be held in two hands with some left offer. She was full of booty meat that jiggled and swayed under the slightest movement.
That’s when Cinda realized it. She could move again. Only every time she moved all it did was remind her of how incredibly obese she was. Every plodding step was like another dagger to the heart knowing that she was now an extremely fat woman with no conceivable way back.
Scarlet had been right of course. Cinda was not used to work, not real work. She had kept up her muscles with limited effort thanks to great genes. To really shift this kind of weight, that was just something she couldn’t fathom doing. As much as she wanted to lose the weight and get back to being a slim and sexy self, the thought of heading back to the gym and being seen like this, of struggling was far more than she could take.
She was doomed. She was a fatty and fat too lazy to be anything else but a fatty.
And as she accepted that fact, her great big greedy gut started to rumble, and she knew that there was one thing she suddenly wanted even more than being thin again.
To stuff herself like a total pig.
So Scarlet slipped back into the shadows and disappeared into reality content in the knowledge that once Cinda woke up the first thing she would do, after screaming at the sight of her elaborately expanded figure, would be to order a big fat greasy breakfast.
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2024-10-29 23:40:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Jemieder15 over on Deviant Art put these additional visuals together for "The Fat French Maid Costume". Here you get to see the other characters who got transformed during that story. Jem uses AI art to created bases to then edit them using photo manipulation tools and creates a lot of gifs and sequences of changes. And they were nice enough to create this work for free purely because they enjoyed the story. You can check out more of their work here: https://www.deviantart.com/jemieder15
2024-10-28 15:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostHere is another spinoff to "Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny" featuring the fat Oktoberfest barmaid from the prologue... and sex!
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Heidi felt like a hog.
No, like a cow. With her tits hanging out like udders as her fat undulated with each thrust of her lover. She had never expected to feel like this, to feel so aroused and humiliated all at the same time, to feel like this big bloated beast of a woman tumbling about in a bed that creaked under her extremely heavy weight.
How had she ended up like this?
It began with that stupid costume. She had just wanted to be a sexy Oktoberfest barmaid. She was going to do her hair up in pigtails and get a low cut costume to show off her breasts. Well now she kept the pig tails, and felt like a pig as her dominant lover mounted her like a wild boar and grabbed hold of those same pigtails, pulling on them and making her moan for more. And her tits which were already quite large were now massive, just like the rest of her, and they were shown off in any outfit she could find to even fit her. They were heavy saggy boulders, soft quivering pillows of fat that hung low with nipples that gently grazed against her sheets as she was on all fours being taken from behind.
After putting on that costume, she turned into a big blubber ball of fat, a complete cow with some massive milkers and, somehow, and even larger ball of a belly, a great big sagging apron of fat, a blubbery double belly that allowed her huge breasts to rest on it like a shelf. She remembered waddling out of that cursed store in tears, waddling because her once toned thighs were now the size of tree trunks, great big jiggling tubes of cellulite covered fat.
She still found herself compelled to waddle off to the Halloween party she was supposed to go to. And right there she was subjected to the comments she had once subjected others to.
“Look at Heidi! What a cow!”
“Mooooooo!!!”
“She’s a real butterball.”
“What an obese hog.”
“It’s disgusting.”
“Nobody wants to see that. She should waddle on home.”
And all those comments did was drive her to stuff her fat face. She found herself devouring slices of pizza, platefuls of mac and cheese, and tons of nachos. Her costume soon became a mess of sauce and cheese and crumbs as she ate haphazardly. She really was a hog, and the more she stuffed her fat face, the foggier things got. It was a costume. She was thin just that morning. It was supposed to be a last minute costume for a party that she was already running late to. And yet her memory kept changing.
She had been thin. Heid remembered that. She had spent so much of her life being a vain slim and sexy bitch taunting others without a shred of feeling bad about it. Even now she had no real regrets. But then her memory… how had she gotten so fat? A glandular problem? Had she just let herself go? Did it really matter? Every time she tried to think too deeply about it she just found herself eating more and more food.
When the food wasn’t enough she turned to beer. Like a good Bavarian, she found herself getting some positive attention from those who loved watching her pound beer after beer. She even took down an entire big boot of beer down like it was nothing, wiping the remains from her fat face with the back of her chubby hand before delivering a tremendously unladylike burp.
That’s when she saw him, Todd, a great big lumbering fat boy. He was an obese lazy slob of a man with absolutely no prospects, and Heidi knew it. He was one of those friends of a friend from high school who somehow still hung around in social circles he hadn’t belonged in in years. He was often the target of Heidi’s cruel barbs both behind his back and to his fat face.
But he paid attention to her that evening, showed genuine interest in her when nobody else did. Everyone else was just showing her ice cold indifference when they weren’t being unusually intense with their cruel comments. And Heidi had to admit that she was into that.
Even if she still found him physically repulsive, the fact that he was the only one who seemed to be still into her while she was an obese ball of blubber meant that she was more than happy to stick around.
That was several days ago, and after a pair of dates that involved a massive amount of food. And here she was now.
Todd’s fat belly slapped against Heidi’s fat back with every thrust, and his fat fingers dug into the sides of her fat hips. She had been his bully at one point, and now she was his piggy. She loved it rough and he wasn’t afraid to be the dominant one, enjoying the way their social roles had been so completely reversed.
She found him to be so strong and was happy to be owned by him. She was humiliated and aroused by the way his fat slapped against her. He was nothing like the kinds of guys she used to date, but she knew they were all far out of her league now. This was it. This was the best she would get, her fat future. Now she was underneath her fat lover feeling her whole body shake and the bed creak under their immense weight. They were two sweaty hogs humping together.
With each thrust she began to grunt and then oink. It was like she couldn’t help it. Her body needed to embrace her new hog life. She wasn’t the slim hottie anymore. She was a hog. She was a fatty who was only going to keep getting fatter, and the thought of that brought her closer and closer to the edge.
And as she came her moan turned into a moo, and Heidi knew there was no going back.
Here is the patreon exclusive sequel to "Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny". It is over 1,500 words.
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There was a time Stephanie felt in complete control. And she felt like she was in control right now, but not in the same way. These were her choices she was making. This was what she wanted to do, but she would have never imagined herself acting like this, or looking like this for that matter. When she was slim and sexy and hot, she would have never allowed herself to end up in the bedroom of a guy like Rodney, a fat guy who she would never even given the time of day before. The only time she would have ever thought of Rodney was if she was making fun of him.
But here she was, desperate for any kind of attention, desperate for Rodney.
And desperate for the pizza he had ordered.
Stephanie couldn’t believe she was doing this, but that pizza just smelt so good.
“You know you want it,” smiled Rodney as he held the pizza to Stephanie’s lips.
But then as she went to bite it, Rodney pulled it away again, and when he did his other hand reached forward and gave her belly roll a hard pinch.
“Not so fast, piglet.”
Stephanie’s face grew flushed, from the embarrassment of being called a piglet and having her belly pinched, from the panic at having the pizza that she found herself craving being pulled away from her, and from an unexplained sense of arousal at the whole thing.
How could Rodney, this fat loser, this guy she had spent so much time making fun of suddenly have so much control over her at this moment.
“Do you want it?”
“You know I do,” Stephanie purred as she danced her fingers across Rodney’s leg toward his groin. Part of her was repulsed as her fingers sunk into the flesh of Rodney’s flabby thigh, but she wanted to feel good, and he was the one guy to give her positive attention all evening, so she was determined to cling to it and not let him go.
“Then ask for it,” said Rodney with a wicked grin.
“Won’t you give it to me?”
“Say please.”
Stephanie had never felt so weak and so wet at the same time. Her pulse quickened as her chubby thighs quivered.
“Please. Please give it to me.”
“You need it, don’t you?”
“I need it so bad. Give it to me.”
“You need this piece of pizza cause you’re a greedy little piglet.”
“I need that pizza because I- I need it so bad.”
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just call herself a piglet, no matter how fat she had gotten, no matter how much that pizza was calling her name.
But the rumbling in her stomach grew louder, and the warmth between her legs grew more intense, and Stephanie had to admit to herself that her arousal was coming from more than just Rodney’s teasing. Her pleasure was becoming tied directly to eating that pizza.
As she leaned forward with her mouth open, double chin bouncing, Rodney reached forward with the pizza slice toward her waiting mouth. Stephanie let out a soft moan as the scent of the pizza tickled her nose, and she felt her tongue touch its slip. The grease of the cheese started to coat her tongue, and as she went to bite down on it, Rodney pulled the slice away again.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to oink for it.”
“What?”
“I said oink for it, piglet.”
“I am- I’m not- don’t call me that.”
“Oh come on,” teased Rodney as he poked Stephanie’s plush potbelly.
“You’ve gotten pretty chunky.”
“I’ve put on a little weight.”
“More than just a little. And I’ve heard your tubby tummy rumbling. We both know you’re hungry. So oink like the little piglet you are, and we can have some fun.”
Stephanie couldn’t explain it, but there was something about Rodney’s confidence, his dominance, that drove her wild. And that pizza… she couldn’t understate how badly she wanted that pizza.
“oink. oink,” she whispered softly, pathetically.
“That’s the best you can do?”
“Oink. Oink.”
“Louder.”
“Oink! Oink!”
She snorted as loud as she could and leaned forward with her desperate mouth hanging open, and Rodney was happy to oblige her, sticking the pizza into her greedy mouth and watching her moan as she chewed on it.
“Good girl. You’re such a good little piglet.”
“Don’t call me that,” Stephanie mumbled through a mouth full of pizza.
Rodney gently massaged her soft, squishy thighs as Stephanie dutifully chewed on her pizza. And then he prepared a second slice for her.
“I’m full.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
And then he lifted the pizza up to her mouth and hand fed her the entire slice, then a third. After that, Stephanie’s stomach was round and tight like a drum, and Rodney set to massaging it to free up room for more.
“I know a lot of people would prefer you thinner, but I like you much better this way, my chubby, greedy little piglet.”
“I’m not a-”
Rodney quieted Stephanie with a gentle finger to her grease covered lips, and then he tickled her double chin.
“Be honest with yourself.”
As Stephanie chewed on yet another greasy, fattening slice of pizza, her stomach told her that Rodney was right.
“I’m a… I’m a….”
“Say it.”
“I’m a piglet.”
Rodney gave Stephanie’s big bloated belly a proud pat.
“That’s right, piglet. And you’re mine now. And I’ve got big plans.”
After that night, Rodney was an excellent feeder. True to his word, he helped Stephanie become a true piggy. With none of her usual suitors giving her the attention she was used to, Stephanie found herself coming back to Rodney again and again. Even though his own fat body still disgusted her, the way she showed her affection, and the way he fed her, these things kept Stephanie hooked.
She didn’t want to gain weight of course. Stephanie wanted to lose it, but her confidence was shot and her appetite was at an all time high, so with her meetups with Rodney becoming more commonplace, the pounds were bound to pile on.
A lot of those pounds found their way to her belly which continued to blossom with fat. Her gut grew with each new meal that she greedily stuffed herself with. She developed a real low hanging heavy sack of fat, a big blubbery belly that she would cradle with her chubby hands after eating particularly large meals, which were any meals she had when Rodney was around. He loved to play with the large lower roll of her plump belly, squeezing it with one hand while feeding her with the other and reminding her of how she used to have rock hard abdominals that were never going to return. And as her stomach continued to grow over time, she knew that he was right.
She could feel herself getting fatter as he fed her greasy, heavy food and massaged her fat thighs. Stephanie had to admit that Rodney’s hands were fat, and greasy but they were also strong, and they felt real good as he squeezed the soft pliable flesh that made up her thunder thighs. She lost the strut for good thanks to Rodney’s help. He fed her enough to thicken her thighs to the point of forcing her waddle about. He loved to watch her waddle and would often oink as she did so. It was a bit of playful teasing, and when she inevitably waddled back to him to playfully slap him, he would take that as a moment to pull her back to him.
That’s when his hands would find the soft cushions of her broad backside, and Stephanie would really feel like she was back in her element. The way his hands squeezed her fleshy orbs made her feel desired. And her ass was hefty indeed. Just like her thighs, her ass cheeks had ballooned with fat, and she now had a real dump truck ass where her tight and toned one used to be. She had a blubber butt, and the only one that made her feel good about it was Rodney, fat Rodney.
Even Stephanie’s arms grew fatter, becoming like two fat pillows. Her breasts surged forward as well, growing larger, much to Rodney’s delight, but also heavier and saggier which was a pain in Stephanie’s fat back.
But the thing that Stephanie missed the most as she looked into the mirror while Rodney fed her, something he really enjoyed doing, was the beautifully angular face she used to have. Now she was far fatter, and her face showed it. She had chubby cheeks that drooped into jiggly jowls that Rodney especially loved to play with. He would tickle the loose bit of flesh with his finger, and Stephanie couldn’t help but blush. At first it was just out of embarrassment, but over time that little tinge of humiliation turned into a burning sense of arousal. Every time Rodney played with her double chin it made her purr, especially when he paired that act by squeezing her meaty thighs, or if he held a doughnut to her mouth.
“Open wide,” he would say.
And she would do it in more ways than one.
This was her life now, no longer the slim and sexy dominant victim who taunted and controlled others. She was now an obedient fat girl, forever Rodney’s horny feedee piggy.
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Here's the whole thing all together. It comes out to about 8,000 words.
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The bloated Oktoberfest beer maiden had a big blubbery belly and the boobs to match. Gwen watched them bounce up and down as she tried to plead her case, just like so many before her, begging to be free of the cursed costume she had just purchased.
After all, when she walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been curvy for sure, but nowhere near this CURVY. These curves were enormous. Karmic realignment had done a real number on her. Whereas she was used to calling other women cows, she now had a really heavy set of udders all to herself. Her breasts had always been of admirable size, but now those tits were titanic.
The beautiful blonde had boobs that were practically bursting out of the top of her costume. Her breasts were big supple pillows of quivering flesh. They jiggled with even the slightest movement, and though they also sagged heavily, the sheer amount of fat that filled them also meant that they jutted out over her tummy like a massive mammary shelf.
And that tummy was more than pulling its own weight. It was a huge apron of fat that stuck out at the same time like a heavily inflated spare tire. It was a sack of gluttonous fat, a gelatinous gut that made her look like the epitome of a greedy pig. Her big bloated blubbery belly pushed the boundaries of her costume to their limits. Her big belly and matching handles were very appropriate for her Oktoberfest beer maiden costume. When she came in, she had been sporting a six pack, and now she was leaving with a keg.
She felt the need to reach down and explore it.
It was this incredible expanse of flesh, and to try to take it all in was a Herculean effort. Her chubby hands were too small to contain all of that blubber, and no matter how she tried to grasp it, she could feel the fat oozing through her fingers.
She could feel the way her massive belly and titanic tits were working to pull her forward. The fat surged and sagged in such a way that she was fighting with gravity in an effort to not land on all fours and get stuck crawling on her fat hands and knees. She could tell by the sheer size of her blubbery gut, the way she had to really stretch out her fat flabby arms to get all the way around it and the heft that she felt as she cradled the wobbling sack of fat in her chubby hands, that if she got down on all fours her gut would be dragging against the ground. She shuddered at that thought, and her shudder sent her whole fat body quivering. Lots of fat began to undulate, and the seams of the costume groaned.
Luckily for her, a large portion of her fat had settled in such a way as to provide her with a sizable counterweight and keep her up on her fat feet. The counterweight was the saggy shelf of an ass that she had developed. Her lumpy lard ass was covered in stretch marks and cellulite and hanging out from under her skirt. She had two ginormous glutes, chunky cheeks filled with fat that sagged heavily onto the back of her thighs.
Before those thighs had been thicc, but now they were THICK. They were two huge thunder thighs covered in cellulite just like her chunky cheeks. Her bloated tree trunk like thighs had become smother with buttery fat. What were once toned limbs tight with muscles were now weak with layers of sagging flab. The flesh on her thighs was so bountiful that it spilled over her fat, dimpled knees. Her legs were now swollen with fat all the way down including thick cankles and fat feet with sausage toes.
Her sausage toes down below were mirrored by her sausage fingers which made up a large part of her chubby hands. Those chubby hands were attached to flabby arms. Her arms were in fact the one thing about her that were deceptively muscular. They were now quite well suited for heaving about heavy mugs of beer, but all that muscle was buried under plenty of flabby tissue. It was as if her muscles were being protected by thick cushiony pillows of fat wrapped around them. She was gifted with a set of billowy bingo wings that burst out of the sleeves of her Bavarian themed costume.
Of course, her face had grown fat as well. She now had big chubby chipmunk cheeks that rounded out her face and were beginning to droop into jiggly jowls. Her chin now had a thick doughy friend that wobbled with the slightest movement of her head. Every part of her face had grown swollen with fat, including her nose which now had more of a flare to it. Overall, she looked quite piggish which was appropriate given the way she now wore her hair in elaborate pig tails.
She was a great big ball of fat, a blubbery blob lumbering about on lard filled legs that could barely hold her up. She felt like a total pig, a cow, a whale, any number of the cruel names she had once subjected others to when she was much slimmer. Any sign of her athleticism was gone and she was stuck there, a sweaty butterball growing exhausted just from standing at the counter, a counter that was creaking quite a bit as she was leaning heavily on it.
Her fat arms rested atop the counter, and her big breasts sagged downward until the joined them. Her globular gut hung heavily and pressed against the side of the counter all the way down until the lower roll of her double belly just kind of sagged and hung uselessly.
“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind. This is glass,” said Gwendolyyn to the obese Bavarian beer maid.
These words brought the big woman back to seeing the bigger picture, and she pushed herself up. Once again the counter groaned under her immense weight. Her belly kept swaying furiously even as she got herself to and standing position and the rest of her stopped moving. It was so humiliatingly annoying, that instead of waiting for her gut to settle on its own, the woman reached down low and grabbed hold of her flab with both chubby hands to stop it from jiggling any further. After the flesh of her flabby arms finally stopped quivering, the fat woman was sad but still.
“P-please. Is there anything you could do?” asked the sad, spherical woman.
“Nope. All sales are final and so are the karmic punishments, and judging by your size… you must have really done some bad stuff to deserve all this. Perhaps you should have thought of that before being such a vain, cruel, skinny bitch.”
Gwendolyyn’s statement was particularly cold as she rested her hands on her own boney hips.
The woman hung her fat head, inflating her extra chins, and slowly turned to waddle out of the store. She could feel herself sweating more and more with each slow, ponderous, plodding step. With every motion her every flabby inch of her massively obese body shook. She was a sobbing quivering mess, and as she finally reached the door, she ran into a big fat wall.
That wall of blubber was wide and winded Mathilde making her way back to the store after her own eventful party.*
The two incredibly fat women bounced off of each other after their bellies and breasts collided. For a moment their fat smashed together before they were thrown back by their flab. The two obese women barely remained on their feet, which was lucky for Gwendolyyn because she was not looking to help two fat turtles off their backs.
“Sorry,” muttered Mathilde.
After she recovered from her shock and embarrassment, the obese Oktoberfest beer maid simply regarded Mathilde with a chins wobbling nod and slowly squeezed her fat body through the door and waddled off into the night and her new far fatter life.
“Rude. She didn’t even apologize,” said Mathilde in a huff.
“And that’s why she’s so fat. Wants to beg me to change her back and can’t even acknowledge she’s ever done anything wrong. People have some nerve.”
“Tell me about it.”
With the now fat customer gone, Gwendolyyn had the opportunity to really look at Mathilde and drink in her many changes. Mathilde’s gut was completely bare and there was far more flesh on it than there had been when she left earlier in the evening. Gwen couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.
“What happened to you?”
“It’s a long story,” huffed Mathilde.
And then she saw the way Gwendolyyn’s fingers curled around the countertop.
“And I’m happy to tell you all about it.”
“Sure, just let me close up.”
But before she could do that, the bell rang signaling the arrival of two new customers.
“Damnit,” sighed Gwendolyyn.
“Do you mind handling these two?” asked Mathilde.
“I’ve had my hands full ever since you left.”
“Well I’m pretty full right now,” responded Mathilde as she gave her big blubbery belly a shake with both hands to emphasize her point.
“Uggh. Fine.”
Mathilde let out a sigh of relief and waddled her fat ass around the counter to take a seat. The chair she found groaned in protest under her massive weight.
Meanwhile, Gwendolyyn walked over to greet the two newest customers. One of them was clearly slim and sexy with an athletic looking body featuring killer curves, especially her bountiful but perky ass and her thick but clearly muscular thighs. She strutted across the store with the confidence that came from a lifetime of pretty privilege. The other was a much chubbier, more dowdy girl whose slumped shoulders and sagging pot belly signaled her complete lack of confidence.
“Good evening, ladies.” greeted Gwendolyyn with whatever energy she could muster up along with what settled for a smile.
“How can I help y-”
“I’m Stephanie. This is my fat roommate, Melody,” interjected the toned and curvy one.
“Don’t say that,” whined Melody.
“What part of what I just said was untrue? It’s just facts. You’re my roommate, and you’re fat.”
“I’m… I’m chubby.”
“You're fat. Now shut up and let me talk to the salesgirl, piglet.”
Stephanie finished chastising Melody and turned back toward Gwen.
“She lost a bet, so now I get to pick her Halloween costume, so let’s get going.”
Gwendolyyn nodded thoughtfully, her plastered on smile turned into a genuine grin as she gleefully realized that she was going to get to play a hand in a delicious bit of role reversal.
“Do you have anything particular in mind?”
“Oh, I know exactly what we’re going to be. We’re going as Playboy Bunnies. I’m going to look stunning in it, and Miss Flabby Buns over here, well she’ll look very amusing.”
Melody just hung her head in shame, feeling forced to go through with the results of whatever bet it was the two had made, and she followed Gwendolyyn and Stephanie along to try on Halloween costumes without complaint.
As they passed by Mathilde still reclining behind the counter, Stephanie couldn’t help but let out a loud whistle.
“Thar she blows! Big Beluga sighting! Damn, Melody. You may be a fat little piglet, but at least you’re not as large as this land whale.”
The two kept following Gwendolyyn and Mathilde was too exhausted to do anything more than raise a fat middle finger to Stephanie after she walked away.
With no other distractions, the ladies were quickly handed their costumes to try on, and when they came out of the dressing room, Stephanie and Melody cut two drastically different figures.
Stephanie looked like a curvy goddess in her pink Playboy Bunny ensemble. With its high cut leotard to unveil her thick but toned legs and her big, beautiful, muscular butt, she looked like an even more in shape Reese Witherspoon in "Legally Blonde”. The costume accentuated her slim waist and her pleasantly plump but firm breasts. In a word, Stephanie was stunning. She was clearly ready to turn heads.
Melody, meanwhile, looked much more like Renee Zellweger in “Bridget Jones’ Diary” but even more out of shape. The black Playboy Bunny costume that she was wearing made her look decidedly doughy. Thanks to the cut of the leotard, her chunky thunder thighs were completely exposed as were her blubber butt cheeks. Her soft and saggy lower half was a sea of cellulite as the dimples blanketed the supple flesh. Melody’s bloated middle also pressed against the costume, stretching out the fabric and leaving a clear indentation where her belly button was.
Stephanie walked over and looked Melody up and down with a judgmental gaze and then tapped Melody’s belly disapprovingly.
“You’ve got quite the tubby tummy there. I think somebody needs to lay off the doughnuts, don’t you think?”
Then she pinched one of Melody’s love handles.
“You’ve been sneaking too many snacks, piglet. And look where it’s all ended up. You’ve gotten quite pudgy.”
Stephanie began to chuckle and pressed her hands against her own trim tummy.
“Oh my God, it’s perfect. I’m the Playboy Bunny, and you’re the Chubby Bunny. You’ve got the marshmallow arms and everything, my doughy little dumpling.”
SMACK!
Stephanie’s hand slapped against Melody’s soft, yielding butt cheeks.
“And this dumper! Damn girl, you’ve got a big booty but not in the good way. You’re really looking bloated and piggish. It’s sad really. You could be so pretty if you just lost weight, but you’re too lazy and that’s why you’re so fat.”
“I’m chubby.”
“Chubby. Sure. Whatever. But big girls like you don’t stay chubby for long, sweetie. You’re probably gonna stuff your face like a pig at this party and keep yourself on the road to obesity. We all know it. You’re going to be an obese hog. That’s your future, your sad, fat future.”
After that Stephanie reached down and pinched both of Melody’s thick thunder thighs.
“Chunky girl becomes big bloated blob. It’s an inevitable story. I mean- Just look at these thighs. These are some classic fat girl thighs right here. No tone at all. Face it, fatty. You are doomed. You don’t even have the body to help you start working out at the gym, so your fat lazy as is just going to get fatter, and fatter and fatter. Just hope you’ll be able to find some fat chubby chasing loser to put up with you.”
Melody started to cry right there in the store.
“Oh jeez, will you pull yourself together? It’s embarrassing. At least I’m going to pay for your costume.”
And after the two women changed back into their regular clothes, that’s just what Stephanie did.
Gwendolyyn watched as they left the store together. It was rare that she ever wanted to directly witness someone’s punishment this badly, but she would have to be content with the trust that the costumes’ enchantments would work.
She would just amuse herself with Mathilde instead.
The next day, Stephanie and Melody were getting ready for a big campus celebration. Stephanie had always thought herself too good for sucking up to sororities and found frat bros to be particularly gross. She made plans with friends to go to one of the campus townhouses and get her party on, and she was really looking forward to it.
More than showing off herself, she was looking forward to showing off Melody. Stephanie always looked fantastic, but standing next to her chubby roommate in these costumes meant she was really going to stand out. And making fun of Melody would be the perfect conversation starter!
Stephanie laughed to herself as she heard the grunting coming from behind Melody’s door that signaled that she was struggling to stuff herself into the Playboy Bunny costume. She peaked into the room and practically doubled over at the sight of Melody bouncing about, fat flying everywhere as she shook and jiggled violently while trying to get all her flab contained in the costume.
The smile stayed on Stephanie’s face as she sauntered over to her own room where she undressed, enjoying the feel of her tight but bountiful curves as she did so before effortlessly slipping into her own costume.
But then she had another thought.
A far more intrusive one.
There was something wrong, something that Stephanie couldn’t explain, but she could sense it. As she looked back at her reflection in the mirror, it was just as perfect as ever. She looked truly stunning in her pink Playboy Bunny Halloween costume. Stephanie was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it, but she also knew that something was wrong. It was a nagging sensation in the back of her mind.
And then she felt it.
Stephanie felt her body begin to change.
It started with a rumbling in her stomach, almost like she was hungry, but then that rumbling progressed into a tingle. Instinctively, she pressed her hands to her tight abdominal muscles, but to her surprise they started pressing back. The problem was that the more her stomach muscles pressed against her hands, the softer they got. Stephanie could feel the fat starting to ooze through and warp around her fingers. Her delicate digits were no defense as she tried to stop whatever was happening to her.
The fat just kept filling her up.
Stephanie’s abs fully melted into flab. The soft buttery fat kept pushing outwards despite her best attempts to push it back in. She could feel it not just pressing against the front of her costume, giving her a brand new pot belly, but also poking out the sides as pudgy love handles that she couldn’t help but pinch. The pinching made it clear that this fat, and all the unsightly new bulges it was creating, was very much real, and as her belly gained more blubber and bounce, the rest of Stephanie’s previously tight and toned body began to expand as well.
Her flawless figure had always been hourglass in shape, but now Stephanie could feel that bottom half really bottoming out. She was growing softer, starting to sag. She was feeling weaker as the muscle she possessed began to leave her, replaced by fresh pounds of flab. It was enough to make her cry, but Stephanie couldn’t stop it.
The pounds kept piling on.
She could feel her thighs quivering. Then that quivering became a quaking, and her thighs began to jiggle as the hard earned muscle that she had spent so many dedicated hours in the gym building up was lost, overwhelmed by fat. Stephanie had never once skipped leg day, she was so proud of the muscle that she had built up in her lower body, becoming a thick curvy goddess. It was the primary reason for her choice of outfit, showcasing her perfect hourglass figure with her trim waist and curvy lower half.
Now that middle part of the hourglass had busted outward and was leaking through her outfit, bulging out as her bottom half turned to bloated blubber.
Thick thighs grew thicker, but with fat instead of muscle, they also grew softer and had a lot more jiggle. The cellulite covered slabs of flab slapped together as the fat kept filling them. Her skin began to dimple with cellulite as the soft quivering flesh continued to ripple outward.
Of course, Stephanie’s expanding lower half didn’t just stop with her thighs. Even her calves, ankles, feet and toes grew thicker. But the biggest change of all was, indeed, her butt. The toned butt cheeks that she possessed, plump and perky with muscle began to sag as they deflated. And then they began to swell again with fat instead. The fat was soft and flabby, so even though her butt was getting bigger than ever, it still had lots of sag and flopped rather unceremoniously onto the backs of her meaty thunder thighs. Her blubbery butt cheeks also became ravaged by cellulite just like those same supple thighs.
Stephanie’s ass had been her pride and joy, a real attention grabber, and now here she was with chunky cheeks that looked like they were trying to swallow up the back of her costume. The blubber swelled to the point that it looked more like the high cut costume was a thong, and the fabric was giving her a rather painful and humiliating wedgie. She wanted to showcase her ass, but this was too much, too much blubber butt, too much everything.
Even her breasts were uncomfortable in size now. They weren’t nearly as big as her bloated belly, but they were still quite plush. Unfortunately they were also soft and saggy which made her look extra sad thanks to the way her unflattering belly and love handles stretched out her costume. She could feel the strain in her lower back which was now also plagued by a thick fat roll.
Flab had ruined the slender curves of Stephanie’s arms as well. While she never worked out her upper body as much as her lower half, her arms had always been slender but with visibly toned muscle. She wasn’t some kind of weakling, at least not until the fat got to her. Now she was standing there with softened arms and the start of bingo wings. It wasn’t hard to picture her with true fat girl arms in the future, big bloated pillows of fat. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the thought of her fatter future out of her head.
But in shaking her head, she could also feel the subtle shifting of her softer cheeks and a slight wobble to her chin that had never been there before.
When she opened up her eyes and looked back at her reflection the face staring back at her was softer, chubbier. It was hard to believe that the face she was looking at was her, but a touch of the supple flesh with her still mostly slender fingers proved that, just like the rest of her, the new softness in her face was indeed Stephanie’s.
Stephanie took in her full reflection and wanted to scream. She was decidedly heavier and no longer looked the slim and sexy Playboy Bunny she was going for. She was definitely a chubby bunny.
This was a nightmare, and it was a nightmare that she knew was about to get worse as she heard the door to her room open behind her.
“What do we have here? Struggling to get all the biscuit dough into the can?”
Stephanie stood completely paralyzed. Melody was somehow acting like none of this was wrong, like this was an expected sight.
“I know you’ve been gaining weight like crazy lately- I’ve heard you grunting to fit into your jeans, but it really took you a while to cram yourself into this one.”
Stephanie’s entire body felt like it was on fire as she sensed that Melody was not simply satisfied to peak from behind the door.
“Wow. I didn’t realize how chubby you’ve gotten until just now. It’s… it’s certainly a look.”
Melody inched her way into the room and Stephanie was taken aback by how slim and sexy she looked. It was like she had stolen her figure. Stephanie wanted to yell at her, to confront her, but before she could say anything, Melody beat her to the punch.
“I didn’t realize you’ve put on this much weight. It’s like… kinda a lot.”
Slowly, Melody sauntered up to Stephanie, and Stephanie felt her usual confidence drain out of her as Melody looked her now chubby body up and down with a familiar judgmental gaze.
“You used to be all about your fit figure, healthy living, showing off and looking down at others. And now you’re standing here in a Playboy Bunny costume literally busting out of it. You’re a real plump Chubby Bunny, and I think that’s hilarious.”
Stephanie felt like a piece of meat, a particularly lumpy, fatty piece of meat as Melody’s hungry gaze held her in place while the formerly fat and now outrageously fit girl stepped even closer.
“I want to really take this all in, and believe me, there’s a lot to take in. You’ve clearly been eating well, stuffing your face, getting lazy. And the results are clear.”
With a tapping of her foot and a shaking of her head, Melody looked Stephanie up and down once more, eyed the way her fat was stretching the fabric of her costume, poking out of it, or just flapping about completely in the breeze and gave her an evil grin like she was the cat who caught the fat canary.
“Look at you, girl. Getting a little hefty there, don’t you think? You’re looking a little… chunky.”
Melody reached down and gave Stephanie’s pudgy belly an inquisitive tap with her finger.
“Oh yes. Look at that. That’s quite a bit softer than it used to be, isn’t it? You used to keep yourself so tight, sweet sexy six pack abs, right? Didn’t you use to work hard for those things? Looks like somebody’s gotten a little lazy, huh? And that laziness has added some lard around the belly.”
She slid her hands down Stephanie’s supple love handles until she reached her hips and then pulled her forcefully and held her close, whispering in her ear.
“And to your hips.”
The sudden shock caused Stephanie to stop sucking in her belly, and the buttery pudge pushed outward until it pressed against Melody’s own trim tummy. Without even looking down, Melody could feel the fat flesh and knew what had happened.
“Oh oh, looks like my naughty little piggy couldn’t keep sucking in that gut of hers. You’ve been a bad little fat girl, haven’t you?”
She bit Stephanie’s earlobe while giving one of her love handles a hard pinch.
“Let’s take a closer look, shall we?”
Melody pulled away and then crouched down so she was eye level with Stephanie’s belly button. The fabric of the costume was stretched so tight against her belly blubber that she could easily see where it puckered around the belly button. Melody then took her hand and slid it under Stephanie’s belly fat, lifting it up and bouncing it as if she were weighing something on a scale.
“Hefty. Hefty Hefty. You really have gotten soft there, Steph. Just look at this greedy little gut you’ve grown. Without you sucking in this pudgy pot belly, I can really see where so many of those sweet snacks have ended up. You’ve been packing it away and packing on the pounds, stuffing your face with fudge and putting on the pudge, my little piglet. Now you’ve got this gut that you can’t quite suck in all the way and when you can’t suck it in at all… wow.”
Melody gave Stephanie’s belly a squeeze and jiggled it furiously with her entire hand before letting it go and letting it bounce and settle on its own after a few more minutes of jiggling.
“Look at all that bounce, so soft, so jiggly. I love it. I love seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so chubby. It’s fun. You used to be so confident, and now that you’ve filled yourself with junk food and fat it’s like there’s no more room for all that confidence you used to carry around while you’re carrying these extra pounds.”
Then Melody’s attention was drawn away from Stephanie’s belly and toward the lumps of love handles that were spilling out of holes in her costume.
“Oh, honey. These are supposed to be on the inside, but I guess you just couldn’t keep all this new biscuit dough in the cane. Perhaps we should have gotten you a size up, but I bet that part of your brain that’s still so vain thought you could still squeeze yourself into this. But you couldn’t, my little piglet. Could you? Nope. The fat was just too much for the fabric, and here you are spilling out of this costume. Hey, at least these love handles get to breathe a bit. That’s good. And I think it’ll be good for everyone to see just how out of shape you’ve gotten, just how far you’ve fallen. You wear this fat like a nice little accessory. The holes in the costume really highlight the changes.”
Melody gave Stephanie’s love handles a playing tickle, making the blubber bounce with her finger.
“You’re a flabby girl now, my little chunky monkey. It’s such a delicious muffin top that you’ve grown. So soft. So plush. But it’s not just here is it? You’re soft all over, piglet.”
Her gaze dropped down to Stephanie’s thunder thighs which soon received a hard pinch which made Stephanie squeal.
“Nice squeal there, piglet! Do it again.”
Another pinch. Another squeal. It was hard to believe that Stephanie had once been the dominant roommate. She was the one used to doling out harsh inspections and comments, and even then nothing to this extreme. Now, she couldn’t help but feel powerless. There was no response. She couldn’t even bring herself to move. All she could do is stand there and take it as Melody continued to poke at and pinch her flabby thunder thighs.
“Look at this blubber! There’s no tone left in these things at all. It’s hard to believe they were ever muscular. You were athletic right? I’m not just going crazy? I didn’t just imagine it. You used to have such strong looking legs, and now they’re just soft, weak, pathetic and flabby- soooooo flabby. And look at all this cellulite! You’ve got some real cottage cheese thighs, chubs. I can’t wait to see you walking around with these fat thighs slapping together. In fact, go ahead. Give me that old model strut, or at least what’s left of it.”
Melody gave Stephanie’s fat butt a spank, and Stephanie felt compelled to move, if only to get away from her roommate for even a moment.
It would be wrong to call the way Stephanie moved a strut. She had neither the class nor confidence to pull it off, and instead was just sort of traipsing about like the clumsy chubster that she had turned into. She could feel her entire body jiggling, the bulges of fat bouncing about. But she was especially aware of the way her thunder thighs earned that title, slapping together with great ferocity. It was theoretically better than waddling, but not by much.
When she turned around, she could see the gleeful grin on Melody’s face, shark-like, and she wanted to turn and run away. But she knew she had no choice but to return.
“Damn, Steph. That chunk was really flying. You’re just so loose. You know? You’re so soft and flabby. And your butt! That big blubber butt! Woo! It had some bounce!”
Melody reached down, cupped each of Stephanie’s butt cheeks in her hands and bounced them up and down. The fat spilled over her palms and oozed through her fingers as she did so.
“No tone. Just blubber! This butt is a broken down flabby mess, piggy. It’s really something to behold, so big yet so saggy. I love it. I love watching it sway and bounce and jiggle. It’s nuts.”
Slowly, she began to massage Stephanie’s blubbery butt cheeks, feeling the soft, pliable fat really squish between her fingers.
“There’s so much more cushion for the pushin’ and no muscles left whatsoever. It’s just soft, squishy fat, plush luscious adipose, blubbery booty butter.”
Suddenly, Melody gave Steph a smack to the ass and watched the cheeks quiver as they jiggled back into place. It was enough to make Melody shiver, and after a second spank that made Stephanie yelp, Melody was able to turn that shiver of hers into a hearty cackle.
You used to really turn heads with that perky butt of yours. And, hey, I’m sure you’ll still get plenty of stares, but it won’t be for the reasons you used to, well at least not all of them, but hey maybe you can pull a chubby chaser. Right?”
Melody leaned in close again. This time she kept one hand squeezing one of Stephanie’s flabby butt cheeks and brought the other one around to give Stephanie’s blubber belly a squeeze.
“That’s what you’re going to have to settle for, you know, some kind of fat loser, or a kinky feeder, someone who will want to make you even fatter. Forget being chubby, you’ll be a big round ball of blubber, a deliciously obese hog. That’s going to be your future, don’t you know that? Feeder or no. You’re a chubby bunny now, but that greedy little pig inside you won’t be satisfied. You’re going to stuff your face and eat yourself into obesity. You’re going to really hog out, and I can’t wait to see it.”
Stephanie’s tormented gave her flabby arms a pinch-
“Soft all over indeed.”
And then spun her around to look her dead in the eyes.
“You’re getting a fat face too. Did you know that? You’ve got the start of a beautiful little double chin here, and some adorably chubby cheeks. I like it. It makes you look far less arrogant. Gotta be careful though, you don’t want to end up looking too piggish.”
Melody gave one of Stephanie’s cherubic cheeks a pinch and tickled her sliver of a double chin.
“People are going to have a field day looking at you. Just think about it, all the people you’ve stepped on, all the people you’ve made fun of. They’re going to be lining up for revenge once they see how much you’ve let yourself go. I hope you remember every insult you’ve ever thrown at people. Play them again in your head and get ready to hear them all said right back to your fat face, piglet.”
Melody gave Stephanie’s soft belly another pinch and a poke before tickling her while laughing and turning around. She shook her own tight toned butt to taunt the tubby Stephanie, and she reminded Stephanie just what a confident strut looked like as she beckoned the chubby roommate to follow.
“Let’s get going, my chubby bunny. We’ve got a party to attend, and I can’t wait for everybody to see how big you’ve gotten.”
Somehow there was something to the word big that hit Stephanie just as hard if not harder than the word fat. If Melody had called her fat there was at least some part of her that would have argued that she was only chubby- even if having to admit she was chubby would have killed her. But there was no arguing against the idea that she was certainly big now, she was chubby, chunky, tubby, pudgy, hefty. She knew it. She may not have been completely fat yet, but that yet weighed heavily on Stephanie, just like all the pudge she had piled on.
Each step she took sent another quiver up her body. She could fill the tingle at the back of her neck as she wrestled with each new jiggle.
With her brain already racked with anxiety, Stephanie knew that the party would be the ultimate humiliation on top of it all. She wanted nothing more than to stay home, but she knew she had no choice.
Stephanie plodded after Melody with her belly jiggling, her butt bouncing, and her fat thighs slapping together.
The Halloween party at the townhouse was already in full swing by the time Stephanie and Melody made it there. Stephanie had been aiming to be fashionably late after all so that she would have more heads to turn with her costume. This was something that was now sure to heighten her humiliation.
The party itself was full of drunken college coeds, dancing, eating, drinking, and, most importantly, gossiping.
“Did you see that fat janitor?”
“Which one? There are a lot of fat janitors.”
“The really fat one like… like I think she used to be hot once?”
“You think?”
“Yeah. It’s… it’s foggy. But anyway, she’s fucking huge now. And in that orange jumpsuit she looks like the Great Pumpkin.”
“Hahaha. You’re such a skinny bitch, Kim.”
“Anyone would look like a skinny bitch next to that whale.”
“Awwhhhhhhooooooom.”
“Was that… was that your best whale sound?”
“Yeah. No good?”
“You’re drunk.”
“Shut up.”
“What if I called her a cow instead?”
“Mooooooo.”
“Yeah. That’s more your speed.”
“Get me another beer.”
“Sure but be careful. I can see that beer belly you’re starting to grow. You don’t want people mooing at you.”
“Shut up.”
When Stephanie and Melody entered the room it was like there was a crackle in the air and record scratch. Not literally of course, but what did literally happen was that every set of eyes in the room turned to see Stephanie in all her chubby glory.
Stephanie stood there like a chunky deer in headlights. While she couldn’t move she could hear the whispers that seemed to carry to her even from across the room.
“Is that Stephanie?”
“I didn’t realize she put on so much weight.”
“That costume’s certainly not doing her any favors.”
“It’s like when you’ve got it flaunt it. When you don’t keep it away cause nobody wants to see that shit.”
“She used to have it, but now it looks like she’s just had too much dessert.”
“You know who’s got it, Melody.”
“Yeah. Damn! Girl had a glow up.”
“She lost weight.”
“And Stephanie found it all.”
“Damn, Kim. You really are such a bitch.”
“What can I say? It’s fun being catty and making fun of fatties.”
Stephanie could feel eyes following her as she walked by. She could tell that they were tracking her every step, watching as her blubbery butt bounced and her fat thighs slapped together. Everyone was gawking at the weight she had gained, at the way her previously toned body had grown fat and flabby enough to be bursting out of her Playboy Bunny costume. She was supposed to be hot. She was supposed to feel gorgeous. But instead she felt like a pig.
As she passed a group of her friends, she wanted to keep going. Stephanie didn’t know where she wanted to end up, but it wasn’t with them. Unfortunately, Melody had other ideas.
“Hello, ladies. Isn’t Stephanie looking well this evening?”
“Well you’re certainly looking good, Mel. Stephanie is looking pleasant, pleasantly plump that is.”
Stephanie was so dizzy with anxiety that she couldn’t even tell who was insulting her. She could only hear the words and feel the occasional pinching and poking.
“This really isn’t the best outfit for you. It does nothing to hide your figure flaws.”
“It shows them off! Why would you want everyone to see how much weight you’ve gained?”
“Well, she lost a bet, so I got to choose her costume. I figured a little humility might be good for the former princess.”
“Princess to piggy.”
“I think it’s a very funny group costume, Playboy Bunny and Chubby Bunny.”
Stephanie felt someone jiggle her belly.
“And you’re a really chubby bunny.”
That was the last straw, and Stephanie needed to get away. Her fat arms wobbled along with the rest of her as she pulled herself from Melody and left the catty bitches, her former friends, to gossip about her behind her back.
From there, Stephanie found herself gravitating toward the only refuge she could find.
It felt like the potato chips were calling her name. Stephanie couldn’t even remember the last time she had actually allowed herself to indulge in eating something as salty and fattening as a potato chip, and yet here she was, staring down at three different bowls, plain, wavy, and barbecue, and it felt like there was nothing else in this world that she wanted more.
Stephanie tried to be delicate about it. She knew that with the way her fat flabby ass was hanging out of her costume, people were already looking at her, and she was determined not to make even more of a spectacle of herself by stuffing her face. It was bad enough that she was the poorly dressed chubby girl at the party. She didn’t need to be the poorly dressed chubby girl who made a pig of herself too.
So she picked up a single chip, one of the wavy ones and held it to her face. Before she bit into it she held up her other hand as if it were a saucer ready to capture any would be crumbs. She nibbled at the chip, and the way the salt danced on her tongue instantly made her want another one instantly. Once the first chip was gone she snatched up another one, but as she brought it to her mouth she caught herself in a moment of great hesitation, not about whether or not to eat the potato chip- that was long decided- but which kind of dip to dip it in. She was torn for a long moment between going for the garlic ranch dip or the sour cream and onion before finally deciding to go with the more classic sour cream and onion as her choice.
Once that creamy dip hit her lips, she was really done for. As a little bit of it dribbled down her chins, Stephanie did the best she could to delicately wipe it up into her mouth with the back of her index finger, but that was the end of her attempts at decorum. After that, it was like something took hold of her. Her hands flew right into the bowls of chips, once taking on the plain and the other the barbecue, and she alternated between which handful she would shove into her mouth next. Crumbs meant nothing to her, flavors meant almost nothing. Instead all she could focus on was the mechanical act of eating and the thrill of getting as many potato chips into her mouth as quickly as possible.
She was so consumed with eating that she almost didn’t hear the whispers of people talking about her behind her chubby back… almost.
“Look at her go.”
“I can see how she put on so many pounds by how she’s putting away those potato chips.”
“She’s making a mess.”
“The girl is a hot mess.”
“She was hot. Now she’s just a mess.”
Stephanie just kept eating. Eventually she got her fill of potato chips and moved on to something sweet, a large tray of frosting covered cookies. Crumbs flew everywhere and frosting smeared across her lips and chubby cheeks as she crammed cookie after cookie into her greedy mouth. She was quite the spectacle, the chubby girl in the Playboy Bunny costume absolutely pigging out.
“She needs to slow down.”
“I don’t think she can.”
“That’s why she’s getting fat.”
“And why she’s just going to keep getting fatter.”
“Pink is a really appropriate color for a piggy like her.”
“She’s going to burst out of her costume.”
“She already is. Look.”
Sure enough, the seams that Stephanie’s love handles had split were widening. But she couldn’t stop eating. She ate cookie after cookie and then chased them with cupcake after cupcake before finding the bowl of punch and taking a big cup of it and chugging it down recklessly without care to the way it was dribbling down her chins and dripping onto her chest and costume, mingling with the crumbs of her previous munchings.
Stephanie was grateful that nobody was interrupting her binge to humiliate her further. She was at least happy that people kept their barbs at a distance. Nobody was currently actively poking her.
Then he walked up.
Rodney was a fat guy, the kind of guy who Stephanie shared a few classes with and actively enjoyed making fun of. He looked her up and down, and she could tell he was just as hungry as she was, just not for food alone.
“Looking good, Steph.”
“Yeah, right,” mumbled Stephanie as she crammed another cookie in her mouth.
“I know I’m fat.”
“Not fat. Maybe a little chubby. But I think you look good with a little meat on your bones,” said Rodney as he sauntered over as best as his fat body would allow him to and snatched himself up a cookie.
Stephanie turned toward him and could help but grab her belly and shake it.
“This is a bit too much meat in all the wrong places.”
“Nonsense. I think you’re a very cute chubby bunny, way nice than any skin and bones Playboy Bunny I’ve ever seen. You’re hotter than ever, and… hey.. I mean I like a girl who can eat too.”
Stephanie felt herself blush. Was this really happening? Was she really letting Rodney of all people hit on her so openly? And was she really enjoying it? She had to be honest with herself, the fact that he was the only one showing her actual positive attention was a real turn on. She couldn’t help but lean forward as she picked up another cookie and let him get a good look at her crumb filled cleavage.
“Is that so?” she asked, actually managing to summon whatever bit of sultriness she still had left in her. She was pleased that Melody hadn’t stolen all of it.
“Hell yeah… in fact…”
Rodney was starting to feel unusually bold. There were butterflies in his stomach that might have gotten mixed with the copious amount of liquid courage he had already ingested, but he wasn’t about to blow this now. He needed to stick the landing.
“In fact, if you wanted to get out of here, we could go back to my place and order up a pizza, maybe put on a movie.”
The movie sounded like an incredibly boring idea to Stephanie… but the pizza…. Somehow the pizza sounded incredibly tempting. She knew she shouldn’t. She shouldn’t even eat any more cookies. Going home with Rodney would be social suicide and eating that pizza might as well be putting on her on the road to obesity with no going back.
And yet… she had already come so far. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe there was no going back and this was the beginning of her much fatter future. Maybe there was no use fighting it.
The rumbling of her greedy gut told her that her speculation was correct. She wanted that pizza. She needed that pizza.
Slowly, Stephanie’s frosting covered lips curled into a smile that showed off the dimples of her chubby cheeks.
“Sure. Let’s get out of here.”
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Stephanie couldn’t believe she was doing this, but that pizza just smelt so good.
“You know you want it,” smiled Rodney as he held the pizza to Stephanie’s lips.
But then as she went to bite it, Rodney pulled it away again, and when he did his other hand reached forward and gave her belly roll a hard pinch.
“Not so fast, piglet.”
Stephanie’s face grew flushed, from the embarrassment of being called a piglet and having her belly pinched, from the panic at having the pizza that she found herself craving being pulled away from her, and from an unexplained sense of arousal at the whole thing.
How could Rodney, this fat loser, this guy she had spent so much time making fun of suddenly have so much control over her at this moment.
“Do you want it?”
“You know I do,” Stephanie purred as she danced her fingers across Rodney’s leg toward his groin. Part of her was repulsed as her fingers sunk into the flesh of Rodney’s flabby thigh, but she wanted to feel good, and he was the one guy to give her positive attention all evening, so she was determined to cling to it and not let him go.
“Then ask for it,” said Rodney with a wicked grin.
“Won’t you give it to me?”
“Say please.”
Stephanie had never felt so weak and so wet at the same time. Her pulse quickened as her chubby thighs quivered.
“Please. Please give it to me.”
“You need it, don’t you?”
“I need it so bad. Give it to me.”
“You need this piece of pizza cause you’re a greedy little piglet.”
“I need that pizza because I- I need it so bad.”
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t just call herself a piglet, no matter how fat she had gotten, no matter how much that pizza was calling her name.
But the rumbling in her stomach grew louder, and the warmth between her legs grew more intense, and Stephanie had to admit to herself that her arousal was coming from more than just Rodney’s teasing. Her pleasure was becoming tied directly to eating that pizza.
As she leaned forward with her mouth open, double chin bouncing, Rodney reached forward with the pizza slice toward her waiting mouth. Stephanie let out a soft moan as the scent of the pizza tickled her nose, and she felt her tongue touch its slip. The grease of the cheese started to coat her tongue, and as she went to bite down on it, Rodney pulled the slice away again.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to oink for it.”
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Heidi felt like a hog.
No, like a cow. With her tits hanging out like udders as her fat undulated with each thrust of her lover. She had never expected to feel like this, to feel so aroused and humiliated all at the same time, to feel like this big bloated beast of a woman tumbling about in a bed that creaked under her extremely heavy weight.
How had she ended up like this?
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2024-10-26 15:48:20 +0000 UTC View PostHere it is, the traditionally tangentially related prologue. It's over 1,500 words, and I really enjoyed writing it. The rest of this story will hopefully come tomorrow.
Enjoy!
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The bloated Oktoberfest beer maiden had a big blubbery belly and the boobs to match. Gwen watched them bounce up and down as she tried to plead her case, just like so many before her, begging to be free of the cursed costume she had just purchased.
After all, when she walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been curvy for sure, but nowhere near this CURVY. These curves were enormous. Karmic realignment had done a real number on her. Whereas she was used to calling other women cows, she now had a really heavy set of udders all to herself. Her breasts had always been of admirable size, but now those tits were titanic.
The beautiful blonde had boobs that were practically bursting out of the top of her costume. Her breasts were big supple pillows of quivering flesh. They jiggled with even the slightest movement, and though they also sagged heavily, the sheer amount of fat that filled them also meant that they jutted out over her tummy like a massive mammary shelf.
And that tummy was more than pulling its own weight. It was a huge apron of fat that stuck out at the same time like a heavily inflated spare tire. It was a sack of gluttonous fat, a gelatinous gut that made her look like the epitome of a greedy pig. Her big bloated blubbery belly pushed the boundaries of her costume to their limits. Her big belly and matching handles were very appropriate for her Oktoberfest beer maiden costume. When she came in, she had been sporting a six pack, and now she was leaving with a keg.
She felt the need to reach down and explore it.
It was this incredible expanse of flesh, and to try to take it all in was a Herculean effort. Her chubby hands were too small to contain all of that blubber, and no matter how she tried to grasp it, she could feel the fat oozing through her fingers.
She could feel the way her massive belly and titanic tits were working to pull her forward. The fat surged and sagged in such a way that she was fighting with gravity in an effort to not land on all fours and get stuck crawling on her fat hands and knees. She could tell by the sheer size of her blubbery gut, the way she had to really stretch out her fat flabby arms to get all the way around it and the heft that she felt as she cradled the wobbling sack of fat in her chubby hands, that if she got down on all fours her gut would be dragging against the ground. She shuddered at that thought, and her shudder sent her whole fat body quivering. Lots of fat began to undulate, and the seams of the costume groaned.
Luckily for her, a large portion of her fat had settled in such a way as to provide her with a sizable counterweight and keep her up on her fat feet. The counterweight was the saggy shelf of an ass that she had developed. Her lumpy lard ass was covered in stretch marks and cellulite and hanging out from under her skirt. She had two ginormous glutes, chunky cheeks filled with fat that sagged heavily onto the back of her thighs.
Before those thighs had been thicc, but now they were THICK. They were two huge thunder thighs covered in cellulite just like her chunky cheeks. Her bloated tree trunk like thighs had become smother with buttery fat. What were once toned limbs tight with muscles were now weak with layers of sagging flab. The flesh on her thighs was so bountiful that it spilled over her fat, dimpled knees. Her legs were now swollen with fat all the way down including thick cankles and fat feet with sausage toes.
Her sausage toes down below were mirrored by her sausage fingers which made up a large part of her chubby hands. Those chubby hands were attached to flabby arms. Her arms were in fact the one thing about her that were deceptively muscular. They were now quite well suited for heaving about heavy mugs of beer, but all that muscle was buried under plenty of flabby tissue. It was as if her muscles were being protected by thick cushiony pillows of fat wrapped around them. She was gifted with a set of billowy bingo wings that burst out of the sleeves of her Bavarian themed costume.
Of course, her face had grown fat as well. She now had big chubby chipmunk cheeks that rounded out her face and were beginning to droop into jiggly jowls. Her chin now had a thick doughy friend that wobbled with the slightest movement of her head. Every part of her face had grown swollen with fat, including her nose which now had more of a flare to it. Overall, she looked quite piggish which was appropriate given the way she now wore her hair in elaborate pig tails.
She was a great big ball of fat, a blubbery blob lumbering about on lard filled legs that could barely hold her up. She felt like a total pig, a cow, a whale, any number of the cruel names she had once subjected others to when she was much slimmer. Any sign of her athleticism was gone and she was stuck there, a sweaty butterball growing exhausted just from standing at the counter, a counter that was creaking quite a bit as she was leaning heavily on it.
Her fat arms rested atop the counter, and her big breasts sagged downward until the joined them. Her globular gut hung heavily and pressed against the side of the counter all the way down until the lower roll of her double belly just kind of sagged and hung uselessly.
“Miss, if you wouldn’t mind. This is glass,” said Gwendolyyn to the obese Bavarian beer maid.
These words brought the big woman back to seeing the bigger picture, and she pushed herself up. Once again the counter groaned under her immense weight. Her belly kept swaying furiously even as she got herself to and standing position and the rest of her stopped moving. It was so humiliatingly annoying, that instead of waiting for her gut to settle on its own, the woman reached down low and grabbed hold of her flab with both chubby hands to stop it from jiggling any further. After the flesh of her flabby arms finally stopped quivering, the fat woman was sad but still.
“P-please. Is there anything you could do?” asked the sad, spherical woman.
“Nope. All sales are final and so are the karmic punishments, and judging by your size… you must have really done some bad stuff to deserve all this. Perhaps you should have thought of that before being such a vain, cruel, skinny bitch.”
Gwendolyyn’s statement was particularly cold as she rested her hands on her own boney hips.
The woman hung her fat head, inflating her extra chins, and slowly turned to waddle out of the store. She could feel herself sweating more and more with each slow, ponderous, plodding step. With every motion her every flabby inch of her massively obese body shook. She was a sobbing quivering mess, and as she finally reached the door, she ran into a big fat wall.
That wall of blubber was wide and winded Mathilde making her way back to the store after her own eventful party.*
The two incredibly fat women bounced off of each other after their bellies and breasts collided. For a moment their fat smashed together before they were thrown back by their flab. The two obese women barely remained on their feet, which was lucky for Gwendolyyn because she was not looking to help two fat turtles off their backs.
“Sorry,” muttered Mathilde.
After she recovered from her shock and embarrassment, the obese Oktoberfest beer maid simply regarded Mathilde with a chins wobbling nod and slowly squeezed her fat body through the door and waddled off into the night and her new far fatter life.
“Rude. She didn’t even apologize,” said Mathilde in a huff.
“And that’s why she’s so fat. Wants to beg me to change her back and can’t even acknowledge she’s ever done anything wrong. People have some nerve.”
“Tell me about it.”
With the now fat customer gone, Gwendolyyn had the opportunity to really look at Mathilde and drink in her many changes. Mathilde’s gut was completely bare and there was far more flesh on it than there had been when she left earlier in the evening. Gwen couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.
“What happened to you?”
“It’s a long story,” huffed Mathilde.
And then she saw the way Gwendolyyn’s fingers curled around the countertop.
“And I’m happy to tell you all about it.”
“Sure, just let me close up.”
But before she could do that, the bell rang signaling the arrival of two new customers.
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Here is the first teaser from a section of the story I call "Confronting the Chubby Bunny":
“Wow. I didn’t realize how chubby you’ve gotten until just now. It’s… it’s certainly a look.”
Melody inched her way into the room and Stephanie was taken aback by how slim and sexy she looked. It was like she had stolen her figure. Stephanie wanted to yell at her, to confront her, but before she could say anything, Melody beat her to the punch.
“I didn’t realize you’ve put on this much weight. It’s like… kinda a lot.”
Slowly, Melody sauntered up to Stephanie, and Stephanie felt her usual confidence drain out of her as Melody looked her now chubby body up and down with a familiar judgmental gaze.
“You used to be all about your fit figure, healthy living, showing off and looking down at others. And now you’re standing here in a Playboy Bunny costume literally busting out of it. You’re a real plump Chubby Bunny, and I think that’s hilarious.”
Stephanie felt like a piece of meat, a particularly lumpy, fatty piece of meat as Melody’s hungry gaze held her in place while the formerly fat and now outrageously fit girl stepped even closer.
“I want to really take this all in, and believe me, there’s a lot to take in. You’ve clearly been eating well, stuffing your face, getting lazy. And the results are clear.”
With a tapping of her foot and a shaking of her head, Melody looked Stephanie up and down once more, eyed the way her fat was stretching the fabric of her costume, poking out of it, or just flapping about completely in the breeze and gave her an evil grin like she was the cat who caught the fat canary.
“Look at you, girl. Getting a little hefty there, don’t you think? You’re looking a little… chunky.”
Melody reached down and gave Stephanie’s pudgy belly an inquisitive tap with her finger.
“Oh yes. Look at that. That’s quite a bit softer than it used to be, isn’t it? You used to keep yourself so tight, sweet sexy six pack abs, right? Didn’t you use to work hard for those things? Looks like somebody’s gotten a little lazy, huh? And that laziness has added some lard around the belly.”
She slid her hands down Stephanie’s supple love handles until she reached her hips and then pulled her forcefully and held her close, whispering in her ear.
“And to your hips.”
The sudden shock caused Stephanie to stop sucking in her belly, and the buttery pudge pushed outward until it pressed against Melody’s own trim tummy. Without even looking down, Melody could feel the fat flesh and knew what had happened.
“Oh oh, looks like my naughty little piggy couldn’t keep sucking in that gut of hers. You’ve been a bad little fat girl, haven’t you?”
She bit Stephanie’s earlobe while giving one of her love handles a hard pinch.
“Let’s take a closer look, shall we?”
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There was something wrong, something that Stephanie couldn’t explain, but she could sense it. As she looked back at her reflection in the mirror, it was just as perfect as ever. She looked truly stunning in her pink Playboy Bunny Halloween costume. Stephanie was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it, but she also knew that something was wrong. It was a nagging sensation in the back of her mind.
And then she felt it.
Stephanie felt her body begin to change.
It started with a rumbling in her stomach, almost like she was hungry, but then that rumbling progressed into a tingle. Instinctively, she pressed her hands to her tight abdominal muscles, but to her surprise they started pressing back. The problem was that the more her stomach muscles pressed against her hands, the softer they got. Stephanie could feel the fat starting to ooze through and warp around her fingers. Her delicate digits were no defense as she tried to stop whatever was happening to her.
The fat just kept filling her up.
Stephanie’s abs fully melted into flab. The soft buttery fat kept pushing outwards despite her best attempts to push it back in. She could feel it not just pressing against the front of her costume, giving her a brand new pot belly, but also poking out the sides as pudgy love handles that she couldn’t help but pinch. The pinching made it clear that this fat, and all the unsightly new bulges it was creating, was very much real, and as her belly gained more blubber and bounce, the rest of Stephanie’s previously tight and toned body began to expand as well.
Her flawless figure had always been hourglass in shape, but now Stephanie could feel that bottom half really bottoming out. She was growing softer, starting to sag. She was feeling weaker as the muscle she possessed began to leave her, replaced by fresh pounds of flab. It was enough to make her cry, but Stephanie couldn’t stop it.
The pounds kept piling on.
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2024-10-23 23:52:57 +0000 UTC View PostHere is another over 1,400 word spin off to "The Plump Princess in the Mirror"
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Evangeline, Lin to her family and friends, admired the bracelet as it hung on her dainty wrist. She hadn’t expected such a nice gift from Kayla, who she always viewed as a rather two-faced frenemy. But she had to admit that the shimmer bracelet did have an enchanting way of catching the light and certainly went very well with the rest of her costume, that of a member of an undefined nobility. She knew she wasn’t wearing a crown like Kayla would be, but Evangeline felt pretty extravagant with the bracelet around her wrist.
She couldn’t help but admire it even as the crowd continued to enjoy the party around her. She admired every detail and enjoyed playing with the way it caught the light at different angles. It was almost hypnotic.
And as she looked at the bracelet, her mind began to drift off. It was like she was having an out of body experience. She could see herself still staring at the bracelet, but she could also suddenly look around and caught sight of the buffet table. She suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of hunger that drove Lin to lead herself over to the food. Once she got there, Evangeline stopped looking at the bracelet and started staring at the display before her.
Her mouth was salivating at the thought of all the delights she would soon be digesting.
Without bothering to grab a plate, Evangeline’s greedy hands started snatching up snacks. The first to fall into her clutches were the chocolate covered pretzels. They had been novelty dipped as zombies and mummies, but Evangeline paid no attention to their artistry. She barely paid attention to their flavor as she shoved the salty sweet treats into her mouth like an anthropomorphic pencil sharpener. Each one disappeared in a manner of moments. Her teeth were like buzzsaws. After devouring the chocolate covered pretzels, Evangeline moved on to the bowl of M&Ms. A small scoop was provided, but Lin ignored it in favor of her hands. The M&Ms didn’t have time to melt in her hand or in her mouth because she shoveled them in and swallowed them with all the ferocity of a Hollywood starlet with a bottle full of uppers.
As the sugar high coursed through her veins, so did the fat, fat that soon began to fill out her previously slim body.
The fat started with her hands, right where she was grabbing food. Then it surged from her chubby hands up her arms, stretching out the sleeves of her dress with brand new bingo wings. Her flabby arms were just the start though because the next thing to grow were her breasts. They surged forward and started to sag. Her stretch mark covered breasts sagged forward until they were lifted back up and pushed sideways by her growing belly.
Evangeline’s new belly took the places of the trim waist that she had been so proud of. As she continued to stuff her face, Lin’s belly grew larger, turning into a gut to match her gluttony. Her blubbery belly was matched by meaty love handles, and it soon grew to be something that her outfit could no longer fully contain. Seams began to pop and blubber began to pour, oozing out of every hole available. Her belly grew so large that the fat became segmented giving her not just a greedy spare tire, but a great big double belly, the kind suited for someone who might appear on a reality tv show for being super fat.
The next part of Evangeline’s body to bloat up was her behind. Lin got a real lard ass in a matter of moments as her ass cheeks inflated like fat filled balloons. The chunky cheeks became big and flabby and covered in cellulite, and the way they thickened up, growing wider and out at the same time and sagging heavily with soft pillowy fat gave her the look of someone who had been a lifelong couch potato.
Her thighs continued this trend as all her tone disappeared, replaced by flab and cellulite. Her trim limbs became lard filled thunder thighs that slapped and then rubbed together. Evangeline’s new waddling gait was evident just from the few steps she had to take to keep working her way down the buffet table. Her fat shook with each lumbering step.
As she ate and grew, her costume began to change as well. The bracelet on Evangeline’s wrist grew dull, clearly turning to cheap glass, and as it did so the rest of the costume degraded from the finery of nobility to the rags of a serving girl.
Lin did not notice this however. She was far too busy stuffing her face.
The changes were noticed by Evan who ran over in a panic to check on the sister who was turning into a hambeast before his eyes. However, before he could say anything, his lips began to tingle, and then his stomach began to growl.
Soon Evan’s attention was turned from his sister to the buffet table.
Unlike Evangeline who favored the sweet, Evan leaned in for the savory. Like a medieval king, he picked up some meat pies and began to shove them into his mouth.
Evan had always been a handsome man with a steel cut jaw and a body that looked like it was chiseled from stone. He was an adonis, as strong and athletic as he was handsome, and he loved to lord these things over others. He looked like a real life Disney prince with a spoiled attitude to go with it.
But as he shoved those savory pastries into his mouth, his jawline began to soften. His cheeks grew puffy, and not just because they were filled with puff pastry. Evan’s model quality face lost its luster as his well hewn features were soon buried under fat, the kind of fat that gave him a dopy piggish quality. He was already working up a sweat from his early feasting.
That feasting continued and with it Evan’s transformation from hard-bodied hottie to hog. His chiseled chest softened just like the rest of him as his muscles melted like butter. His perky pectorals soon morphed into swollen saggy man boobs, bitch tits as he would have laughingly called them while making fun of any fat boy in the locker room. But he was becoming the fat boy now, going from hunk to chunk in a matter of moments, growing fatter with every chunk of flesh that he tore from a lamb chop, pork shank or chicken wing.
By the time he got to the turkey legs, Evan had gone from being a model to being a full blown fatty with a big ball belly that overwhelmed his belt. He was a messy fatty two with gristle and grease dripping down his chins and staining his doublet. He looked quite pathetic and actually needed to grip the table to catch his breath as he ate and ate. All of his athleticism was gone as his incredible indulgence quickly turned him from a remarkable athlete, to a soft, weak, pathetic couch potato.
Evan grew a big fat flabby couch potato ass and the pathetically pasty and flabby thunder thighs to match. He was a great big lumbering pig of a man, waddling about pathetically as his fat greasy hands kept finding more food to grasp and shove into his greedy mouth, stuffing his fat face with whatever fattening fare he could find.
He no longer cared, even when the gossip around him and his sister grew insidious with an untold amount of mocking words talking about how they had let themselves go, ruined their figures, become weak, fat pathetic slobs and losers.
“They’re a couple of pigs.”
“They’re really going hog wild.”
“It’s sad really.”
“Disgusting is what it is.”
“When did they get like this? I don’t remember.”
“It doesn’t matter. They’re fat losers now, and it serves them right.”
“I love karma. It’s so fun.”
“And fattening, clearly.”
“I can hear them snorting as they eat their food. They’re so loud now. They really are pigs.”
“Oink. Oink. Oink.”
Evan and Evangeline were both far fatter than their brother Eric, the brother they had so often enjoyed making fun of. He was thin in comparison, and would forever stay that way. The formerly fit ones were now doomed to be fatties forever growing fatter ever more.
This was only just the first night of a lifetime of gluttony.
Here is a short spinoff tale from "The Plump Princess in the Mirror".
Enjoy!
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Stella lived a charmed life… or at least she had lived a charmed life. Now she found herself unfortunately feeling rather cursed, and not in a metaphorical kind of way. This wasn’t just a case of bad luck that makes one say “I feel so cursed.” No. Stella had made the mistake of walking into a magical costume shop and walking out wearing a cursed costume.
All Stella wanted to do was enjoy Halloween dressed up as a sexy vampire, and now she was a chubby one instead.
She looked down at the invasive pot belly that had taken over where her sexy six pack abs once were. Those muscles were made with hours at the gym and a careful control of her diet. Stella had earned the right to show them off, to brag about them, to wave them about as proof of her own superiority, and now…
Stella’s hands squeezed the soft pliable flesh between her chubby fingers. She gave her generous pot belly a pinch, and then a pull, and from there she lifted her fat little gut up and gave it a shake. She did everything she could think of to investigate the pudge around her middle and prove to herself once again that it was real. This included pushing, poking, and even doing a few jumps in front of the mirror like she used to do in her cheerleading days. The jumping quickly stopped when she realized just how much wild bounce her new belly had, and it was even more disheartening when she stopped and still watched her flabby belly jiggle without her having to move.
The belly was definitely a problem. It ensured that none of her clothes fit properly anymore. Everything she tried on looked incredibly unflattering thanks to the new gut and the matching set of thick juicy love handles she was sporting. Even the pajamas she was still currently stuck in most of the way through the day were ill fitting. The waistband was stretched out to its limit, and her roly poly paunch spilled right over it, forcing her shirt to ride up and put her pudgy muffin top on full display.
Of course, while her portly pot belly was her most prominent feature, it wasn’t the only part of her that had gotten chubby.
Stella’s thighs had gotten thicker, and the fabric of her pajama pants now rubbed together uncomfortably, and when she was in shorts or just her underwear it was even worse. That was when Stella could really watch her thigh fat jiggle, soft and pliable and covered in cellulite. It was embarrassing to have legs that looked and felt so weak and chubby, so pathetically out of shape. She didn’t know what to do. All of her designer jeans were right out. There was no way she could cram her legs into them without them looking like overstuffed sausages. Even her nicer shorter dresses made her feel extremely self-conscious. She had been reduced to the kind of chubby girl who was overly reliant on leggings and unflattering sweatpants.
Those sweatpants were stretched in all directions in no small part due to her large butt. Stella had always been proud of her perky bubble butt, but now that she was packing two pounds of ham into a one pound bag, her spongy blubber butt was another point of embarrassment. She had chunky cheeks now that flopped like flabby bags of fat. Her chubby cheeks were soft, saggy cushions covered in cellulite, and they had a sway that was all their own whenever Stella moved. She could feel the way they were constantly shifting no matter how tight her pants were. They were always calling attention to themselves and threatening to pop out of any pants she was trying to wear. Whenever she bent down, she was cursed with a generous plumber’s crack thanks to the size of her bulging butt cheeks. She used to love the way her ass turned heads, but now any added attention to her rounded rear made Stella feel extra self-conscious since it reminded her so much of what she had lost.
Her arms had lost all their tone as well. Stella’s arms were always trim, but they looked strong. She had a good amount of wiry muscle, and now it was all flab. She had gotten soft all over, and her biceps were no exception as they were now flabby bingo wings. Even her fingers had gotten chubbier. Stella had never particularly noticed the shape of her fingers until they had grown to be chubby digits, and suddenly she missed what she had so easily taken for granted. Having bingo wings was a bummer.
Of course, the bigger bummer was her much softer face. It had grown round and plump just like the rest of her with chubby cherub cheeks and a solid double chin that became even more noticeable whenever Stella frowned which was often given her current situation.
And what made her frown more than anything else at the moment was the fact that she had to get into her Halloween costume. She didn’t want to. She knew she would look ridiculous, and she would much rather pretend to be sick and curl back up in bed instead of going off to her friend’s Halloween party and humiliating herself, but she knew she couldn’t stop. The magic compelled her to pull out the skimpy Vampirella costume that she knew would highlight all the fat she had gained, showcasing the flab with the small amount of fabric that would cling tightly to all the wrong places.
In order to do that, she would need to of course undress.
Stella hated standing there naked. She couldn’t get over how her plump body looked, how vulnerable she felt. She remembered every locker room she had ever been in, all the judgmental looks and catty comments she had thrown at the less in shape girls, and as she looked at her own soft, naked body, it was like all of those barbs were pointed at her now that she was the chubby one.
The costume didn’t help. It was basically just a skimpy one piece bathing suit, but even that was just a technicality. It was a one piece, sure, but that piece was very small and was designed to leave very little to the imagination.
The bottoms were basically a thong at this point thanks to Stella’s chunky cellulite cheeks eating so much of the fabric, and the high cut fully exposed her fat thighs and hips. Technically, the fabric ran up her sides, but it was pushed forward by her meaty love handles which stuck out and made themselves known. The fabric then crossed over her saggy breasts which had to be heavily boop taped in to keep them from flopping about and exposing themselves. The fabric then tied around her thick neck and came with a high white collar to give her the vampire look.
The cut of the costume meant that a window was formed to expose Stella’s midsection. This was what she wanted. When she envisioned what she would look like in this costume, she expected to showcase her six pack abs. Now, that window prominently displayed her pudgy pot belly, drawing focus to the squishy nature of her soft flabby stomach which stuck outward proudly even as Stella was ashamed of what she had become.
As she headed off to the party, she couldn’t help but notice the way that her belly bounced with each step, jiggling endlessly, and she also noted the way her blubbery butt bounced and her thighs slapped together. She used to be so tight and toned and all of this movement was so alien to her. She was a chubby, jiggly, wobbly mess as she made her way toward the party and what she knew would be her ultimate humiliation.
Her entrance was met with stares and whispers. Stella could tell right away that people weren’t sure it was her at first, but it wasn’t because her costume was so good at disguising her. The crowd was clearly stunned by both her weight and the fact that she would seemingly put it all on display like this.
“Is that Stella?”
“Yeah. She’s put on a little weight, hasn’t she?”
“A little weight is putting it lightly.”
“And she’s certainly not doing that.”
“You two are so mean.”
“And she’s so chubby.”
Stella tried to keep her head held high mostly because she knew that when she tilted it her double chin got that much worse. But it was getting harder to do as she kept hearing people talking about her costume.
“What was she thinking?”
“I think she’s supposed to be a vampire?”
“But she looks like a pig.”
“She looks like she’s really gotten her fill.”
“Yeah. Of milkshakes instead of blood.”
“I’m all for body positivity, but it’s like, girl, dress for the body you have.”
“I didn’t realize she had gotten so chunky.”
“I love it.”
“After all the mean things she’s said about others? Karma is a fat bitch.”
As Stella wandered through the party and the catty comments she realized that her body had somehow led her directly to the buffet table.
“Please, no,” she whispered, but her hands were already moving toward a tray of cupcakes.
She began to double fist those cupcakes, tearing off the paper off with her teeth and stuffing her cheeks full with no regard to the crumbs she was dropping all over her chest.
“Chubby girl loves her cupcakes.”
“Looks like her love of cupcakes has given her quite the muffin top.”
“A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.”
“I can’t believe she was able to hide her weight gain for so long.”
“Well not anymore.”
Stella kept stuffing her face, moving from cupcakes to cookies to delicious premade smores. Chocolate and marshmallow smeared against her chins.
“She’s looking like she’s really enjoying those smores.”
“It makes sense. You are what you eat, and she’s starting to look like a marshmallow.”
Stella stuffed herself until her stomach was even more bloated than before. She finished her feast by chugging a big glass of punch, letting it dribble down her chins and onto her chin and belly. Then she wiped her lips with the back of her chubby hand and let out a very unladylike burp.
She turned around and could see all the people laughing at her as she couldn’t help but slap and shake her blubbery belly in a show of satisfaction, another thing that brought Stella even more humiliation.
“Looks like she enjoyed herself.”
“It looks like she’s been enjoying herself a lot lately.”
“Too much. Look at that gut!”
“I just want to pinch it.”
“I don’t think she’ll ever be thin again.”
“Oh no, she’s going to be chubby forever.”
“At best. But I saw the way she just stuffed herself, we all did. She’s going to be a full blown fatty.”
“No doubt about that. She’s a fat girl now.”
Stella could hear all of these things and lacked the confidence to respond. She knew they were telling the truth. Beyond this party, she knew there was no going back. She was just like the girls she had always made fun of.
And she was only going to get fatter.
Here is "The Plump Princess in the Mirror" formerly known as "Skinny Brat/Plump Princess". It comes out to almost 8,000 words and I had fun writing it.
Enjoy!
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As Gwen stared at the chubby vampiress who looked far more used to sucking down milkshakes than sucking blood, she couldn’t believe that this was the way her night was turning out.
Mathilde had taken off for the evening and it quickly turned into one of the store’s busiest nights. Already, Gwen had to see to two more bloated belly dancers, a woman she had sent of in a pirate costume whose booty was now growing to epic proportions - she was already waddling on the way out the door, a set of twins who became extremely bottom heavy bimbos in Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and now this.
“What’s this?” demanded the panicked woman.
“You’re a chubby vampire now. You’re welcome.”
“B-But why?”
“I don’t know. Okay? It’s supposed to be a metaphor or something. You’ve been you know like a blood sucker or something, metaphorically so now your greed is manifest in the- Look we’re not obligated to come up with an elaborate story for all of these things. You made fun of fat girls. Now you’re a fat girl. People are going to be very mean to you. There’s your lesson. That’s the lesson. Take the lesson and get out.”
It was some lesson indeed. When the woman first walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been a slender vixen looking for a sexy vampire outfit that would do an excellent job of showing off her tight but generous curves. She was especially proud of her abs. Now, the would be Vampirella was sporting a pot belly that she was clearly ashamed of. Even as she talked with Gwendolyyn, her chubby hands would keep flying to her bulging belly to cover it up, but the moment that she touched the yielding flesh would cause her hands to fly away preferring to pretend that their wasn’t any bit of portly pudge there in the first place. Of course, all that movement just made her pot belly, and the rest of her softened body, quiver that much more.
The Vampiress costume was designed to be flashy and really flatter the right figure. Its shorts were cut much closer to underwear, and the top was a cropped top shaped in a deep v to really showcase the wearer’s breasts and abs, and when the woman had first tried the costume on it did just that. While she was looking in the mirror admiring her slim and sexy form, she was certain that she was absolutely going to turn heads at the Halloween party she was going to go to the next day. Now she felt like if she went there dressed like this she would be turning heads for all the reasons. They would be turning to gawk at her and then turning away to gossip all about her.
She could hear them now, talking about how much weight she had gained, calling her a pig, probably saying things like “She really let herself go” or “Someone’s been really enjoying her snacks.”
And the worst of it was that at the thought of the word snacks her tubby tummy rumbled, and she couldn’t help but touch her greedy little gut even though the softness of it repulsed her.
Yet, she couldn’t help but explore it, letting her fingers dance around and press into the pounds that had been piled onto her frame and confirming her new reality as she played with the pudge between her fingers.
That pudge had replaced hard earned abs, and the costume now shamelessly showcased her softness, the undeniable pot belly that bulged outward and unceremoniously plopped over the waistband of her shorts. Those shorts looked ridiculous now as well. The leg holes had been purposefully cut to give the shorts a v shape and showcase her well toned legs. Any sign of muscle was gone, replaced by pasty thigh fat. Her thunder thighs now jiggled with any sign of movement, and every time she shifted her weight or took a step, the fat slapped together.
The shorts were thoroughly overtaxed by her blown up blubber butt as well. Her once very perky posterior was now composed of two chunky cellulite covered cheeks that were far less pert and far more saggy. The sheer size of her flabby blubber butt cheeks meant that each over padded cushion was spilling out of the shorts in all directions. They plopped out from the bottoms of the shorts and plumped up over the waistband of the shorts giving her a slight but permanent plumper’s crack.
The top was also strained by her breasts which had grown slightly in size but significantly in sag and now rested on the upper curve of her plush new potbelly. Everything about her was softer including her once muscular arms which were now nice and flabby, and her face which had grown significantly softer. Her delicate facial features were beginning to be lost as her face was now much more rounded with chubby cheeks and a hint of a double chin that became much more noticeable as she looked down to inspect the rest of her changes in frustration.
As she looked at herself, she couldn’t help but catch her reflection in the glass countertop, and the shock of seeing her double chin caused her to stagger backward, flabby flesh jiggling, and tilt her head upward in a vain attempt to hide what had happened to her. The suddenness of the motion merely succeeded in nearly having her boobs bounce out of the top and having her cute little pot belly jiggle like jello.
“She’s just so incredibly pinchable,” thought Gwendolyyn as the chubby vampire’s fat undulated in front of her, but then she managed to snap herself out of her little trance.
“Payment please.”
“What?” asked the confused vampire as her hands went back to her tummy to stop her jiggling midsection and soon found themselves once again nervously pinching and playing with the fat that had settled there.
“Payment please. We accept cash, card, or Apple Pay.”
“I have to pay? Isn’t this enough?” asked the vampire as she shook her belly in emphasis.
Gwen merely shrugged and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
“Oh, this is the karmic payment for years of making fun of overweight people, yes. But now you still owe me sixty dollars.”
“Sixty dollars? That seems steep for a cursed costume.”
“That’s the curse of capitalism.”
The vampire pouted which made her pudgy double chin plainly visible.
“Do I really have to?”
“Please quit your whining and pay. I’m very busy tonight.”
The vampire looked around the empty store.
“But I’m the only one here.”
“You have no idea how magical costume shops work.”
As if on cue, the bell to the door rang and signaled the grand three rather haughty looking women who came strutting in high heels and designer clothes. Three! Gwen nearly blanched at the sight.
“Card. Now. Please.”
Reluctantly, the chubby vampire handed her card over and paid for the privilege of losing her hard earned hard body for this much softer, jigglier one. Then, with her original clothes still in a bag and the costume on and fully exposing her pudgy body, she turned and pumped into the three women.
“Honey, are you really wearing that?”
“It’s not at all flattering for a woman of your… size.”
“And softness.”
The vampire tried to get away, but she found herself surrounded by three vultures ready to pick her apart.
Two younger women had entered the store, leading the way. They both looked to be in their early twenties and had the air of privileged party girls around them. Following closely behind was a strikingly beautiful woman, certainly older than the two of them but with a timeless quality about her. She was the kind of woman who could have been in her mid fifties but didn’t look a day over forty if that. She had a much clearer family resemblance to one of the women she was with, and if she was feeling particularly vain she may have been able to convince someone that she was an older sister, but as she entered the store she carried herself with the authority of a potentially domineering mother.
But it was the younger one who did not share the same family resemblance with the other two that took the lead with the insults. She carried herself with an extreme air of superiority. There was a special quality to it, one that Gwen could place as something that came from something more than just being beautiful and rich. There was a special kind of entitlement that came from being a-
“Birthday girl,” noted Gwen as her eyes squinted at the trio.
The only thing more privileged and annoying than a beautiful rich girl celebrating her birthday was a beautiful rich girl celebrating her bachelorette party. Luckily, Gwendolyyn could tell that the birthday girl and the rest of her trio were going to have a few more moments of going at the chubby vampire before Gwenn would have to deal with them.
The trio swarmed the poor chubby vampire, and their barbs came so fast and were so sharp, that she couldn’t tell exactly who was saying what and was just overwhelmed by their venom and her own anxiety.
“Seriously, being tubby is so tacky.”
“Especially in a garish outfit like that.”
“I get that there are curves, but you just don’t have them in the right places.”
“You want more hips than love handles, dear.”
“And that, gut. Gross.”
“I don’t know why you would want to show all that flab off.”
“But waddle off now, little piglet.”
“Enjoy your day, you greedy little oinker.”
As the trio finally grew bored with the formerly fit woman, the chunky vampire, with tears running down her chubby cheeks, was finally able to bolt from the store. The terrible trio got one last laugh out of the flabby girl as they watched her blubbery butt bounce and her thunder thighs slap together with each hurried step.
“I bet her belly wobbles as well,” laughed the birthday girl.
“Oh of course, every part of that little pot belly piglet is soft and wobbly,” laughed the matron.
“What a fatty!” howled the other one far louder than the first to and in a manner that drew their judgmental stares.
“Manners, Madeline,” chastised the woman’s mother.
And then all three turned to Gwendolyyn and she knew she was in for a handful.
“Good evening. We’re here for the best costumes you have, spare no expense.”
“I’ll certainly pull you our best items. Names for the order?”
“Tabatha, Madeline, Kayla,” said the older woman, gesturing to herself then her daughter and then the last woman who by now Gwendolyyn was sensing was a stepdaughter.
“Thank y-”
“Now let’s move things along. Time is money, and you’re wasting both. Chop. Chop,” clapped Tabatha.
“Yes. And make sure mine is the best. I simply have to be the best. I must be,” proclaimed Kayla.
“I’m sure you’ll look stunning as always, my dear,” said Tabatha in response with a reassuring pat to Kayla’s shoulder.
“I’m sure we’ll be able to find you some-”
“A princess. I have to be a princess. My boyfriend is going to be my Prince Charming. We’ve already worked that out.”
“You knew what you wanted and you’ve waited this long to get the costume?” teased Madeline a complete lack of self-awareness that she too was picking up a costume at the last minute.
“I haven’t had the time. I’ve been enjoying Evan too much,” taunted Kayla before turning back to Gwendolyyn.
“But anyway, I need a princess costume that is absolutely stunning. It’s my birthday tomorrow, plus I’m expecting my boyfriend Evan to propose at this party, and I’ll need to look extra gorgeous in all of the photos. I want to look so good in fact that Evan’s bitch of a sister will shit herself in jealousy.”
“Language!” barked Tabatha.
“Whatever. Point is. Princess costume. Now. Let’s go.”
“What if they don’t have it?”
“Then we’ll take our money elsewhere, darling. Someone will have what I need.”
“I’m sure we have exactly what you need,” said Gwendolyyn with a wry smile.
“I want to be a princess too then,” snapped Madeline.
“You can’t be a princess. I’m the only princess. You can be my lady-in-waiting or something.”
“That’s not fair. I don’t want to wait. I want to be a princess now.”
“Tabatha, tell Madeline I’m the only princess.”
Tabatha put a firm hand on Madeline’s shoulder while rolling her eyes at the sight of these two grown women bickering like children.
“Let Kayla be the princess dear. It’s her birthday and she should get to feel special. I’m sure we’ll find something lovely for you as well.”
“I have some period costumes that I think will look splendid.”
“Why would I want to dress a tampon?”
The room fell silent after Madeline’s question, and it stayed that way for a long moment until Tabatha gently cupped her hands to Madeline’s cheeks.
“Darling, I love you. But sometimes you’re a tremendous idiot.”
Shortly after that, Gwendolyyn was able to pull the costumes, and the ladies were able to try them on. Of course, they fit perfectly and the costumes were outstandingly glamorous. They were the kind of well poofed dresses complete with big hoop skirts and bustles that could have been Elizabethan or Victorian or French because most people can’t honestly tell the difference. The ladies were happy.
“You do look beautiful, Kayla,” said Madeline in defeat.
“I’m sure Evan will be very happy to see you.”
“Of course, and don’t worry. You can always enjoy Eric’s company. He’s always had a thing for you.”
“His fat loser brother? Ewww.”
Gwendolyyn was doubly happy as she admired her handiwork on the three women. With a princess, her stepmother and stepsister all dressed as nobility, it was rare that Gwen got to enjoy diving so deep into theming. And with a boyfriend as Prince Charming and even another rival in play… Gwen couldn’t help herself and went out of her way to do something she wouldn’t normally do.
“These are on the house,” she said as she outstretched her hands to Kayla.
She was holding a simple tube of lipstick and a fancy looking bracelet.
“Since you’re the birthday girl, you can consider it a gift.”
“Of course,” said Kayla, snatching at the presents.
“That lipstick will look wonderful on you, and the bracelet- well that’s actually more of a Halloween trick. Give it to someone you dislike.”
“What will it do?”
“You’ll see. Just trust me. Give it to someone you don’t like.”
Gwen then turned to Tabatha.
“That will be two hundred and twenty-two dollars each.”
“I don’t need to know the price dear, just take the card and ring us up so we can get out of this disgusting mall.”
Gwendolyyn was happy to do just that and see these three pretty and pesky women out of her hair.
“Happy Halloween,” she said with the same wry smile as earlier as she swiped the card and saw the terrible trio off.
Early the next day, Kayla and Madeline were sitting down to brunch with Kayla’s boyfriend Evan along with his sister Evangeline and his brother Eric. Eric was stuffing his face with pancakes stopping only to switch to shoving bacon into his mouth while the others were three mimosas deep each, and Evan sat with his muscular arm wrapped around Kayla’s trim waist and massaging her thigh.
“Where the hell is that fat useless waitress?” asked Evangeline.
“Calm down, Lin. I’m sure she’s waddling about here somewhere.”
“You two are so mean,” mumbled Eric through a mouthful of food.
“Jesus, bro. Slow down,” laughed Evan.
“Shut up.”
“They just like being mean. Let them have their fun,” said Madeline.
“You don’t need to defend us to your boyfriend,” laughed Kayla.
“He’s not my- you - I just- shut up!”
Lin and Kayla both laughed at the befuddled Madeline and at Eric who had actually dropped his fork and was now blushing.
Eager to change the subject, Evan gave his brother a soft punch to the gut.
“Did you pick up your prince costume, bro?”
“I’m going as Spider-Man, dude.” scoffed Eric.
“What?” barked Kayla with a shrill scream.
“Spider-Man. I told you this.”
“Eric we had a plan, you fat idiot,” snarled Evangeline.
“You’re going to ruin my party!” cried Kayla before taking a big sip of her fourth mimosa to calm herself.
“You don’t even want me at your party. Think of it this way. You won’t have to pose for any pictures with me or even see my face. You’re welcome.”
“You cramming all that fat into a leotard though? It’s not a good look, bro.” chuckled Evan as he gave Eric’s blubbery stomach a hard poke.
“I don’t care. I’m going as Spider-Man, and the rest of you can screw off.”
“Bold,” muttered Madeline as she took a sip of her mimosa.
“Shut up, Mads. Stop defending your boyfriend!” yelled Kayla.
“He’s not my boy- you - just- it’s bold. I think it’s stupid, and he’s going to look fat and dumb, but it’s like bold, okay? So you shut up!”
“Whatever,” sighed Kayla before storming off in a huff, knocking into the waitress as she did so.
“Watch where you’re going, you cow!”
Kayla finished storming out of the restaurant chased by Evan and leaving Eric to fish out a few bills from his wallet to hand to the waitress.
“Sorry for the trouble, miss.”
“You’re such a fat goody-two-shoes, Eric,” snarked Evangeline.
Eric didn’t respond. Instead he just gave Madeline a look, ignoring his sister completely, before sitting back down and going back to his food.
Later that night, Tabatha stood at the top of the grand staircase staring down at Kayla and Madeline as they were having a last minute conversation with Evan and Evangeline prior to the party.
“Girls, let’s move it along. Guests are starting to arrive and we should be dressing and preparing for our grand entrance.”
“Well, we’ll see you two in a bit,” said Kayla with a smile just before planting a kiss on Evan, her lips lined with the lipstick Gwendolyyn had given her. She felt quite the extra bit of charge as she did so.
“And thanks for this lovely bracelet, it’s perfect with my dress,” interjected Evangeline as a way of breaking up the kiss.
“You deserve it,” said Kayla as her lips mimicked Gwendolyyn’s wry smile.
And then Kayla and Madeline made their way up the stairs to join Tabatha for a moment before the three all went into their separate bedrooms to finish getting ready.
Tabatha loved to look at her reflection, and she made it a point to admire herself whenever possible. It was a trait she had since passed on to others.
“One takes the time to admire fine art, and that goes doubly for beauties like ourselves,” Tabatha would say to her daughter and stepdaughter.
Tabatha held her chin up high and admired every detail of herself from her delicate and ageless face to her fine, shapely figure and even the elegance of her hands.
“What’s that?” She asked out loud, so caught off guard by the sight of an age spot on her hand that she couldn’t hide her audible reaction.
Tabatha was not susceptible to the ravages of age, that was for lesser, poorer, women. Tabatha was a timeless beauty destined to go on that way, and she shuddered at even the thought of the word old.
But here she was staring at the evidence of aging, a blotch on her perfection, an age spot soon joined by another and a third. The discoloration grew, and worse yet so did her hand. It was like she had been stung by a bee. Not just one hand, but both began to swell before her eyes, growing chubby.
Her hands swelled with fat, her fingers becoming sausages, and worse still the skin stretched and then started to sag. She developed clearly crepe skin and far more noticeable veins. But she couldn’t stay looking at this for long as the fat spread up her arm, thickening her wrists on her way to her biceps. Tabatha had also prided herself on having. Such strong biceps, the product of working out from an early age right up till now. But she could feel her arms grow weaker in an instant as the fat filled them and her biceps blew out into flabby bingo wings.
Tabatha’s breasts were the next thing to suffer. They grew a fair bit fatter, but they grew far more saggy. She couldn’t see couldn’t see it clearly due to the cut of the high collar dress, but something in Tabatha’s mind screamed that her previously perfect breasts were now sagging sacks of flesh marred by stretch marks.
The next thing to go was Tabatha’s abs as the fat overwhelmed them and reshaped her trim waist into a thick pot belly with matching love handles. Her bulging belly surged forward and strained the front of her dress, and Tabatha couldn’t resist cupping her jelly belly in her chubby hands and giving it an angry shake, but she couldn’t even keep her anger centered on her growing gut because the fat was already making its ways to her slim legs and perfectly shaped butt.
That shapely lower half of hers quickly became pear shaped as her hips widened and her ass ballooned out behind her. She grew bulbous and flabby butt cheeks covered in cellulite and stretch marks along with her newly thunderous thighs. Those thighs would no longer be able to be described as muscular at all. They were filled with thick, creamy, squishy flab. The fat that filled her thighs even found its way down to her calves, ankles and feet.
And of course the fat also worked its way back up to and found its way to her previously angular face. Her face grew plump with fat gaining chubby cheeks and thick double chin while maintaining her stern expression. That expression was made even more stern by the deep crows feet that sprung up around her cold eyes. It gave her softened face a hardened look, and as she stared at her reflection she also noticed that her hair, now deeply gray with streaks of white, was turned up into an outrageously bouffant, a hairstyle befitting her new mantronly look.
Amidst all this self reflection, two new feels filled her cold heart, feelings of hunger both for food and to belittle her ungrateful stepdaughter.
Next door to Tabatha, Madeline finished putting on her costume.
While she knew this night was designed to be her stepsister’s crowning moment, Madeline couldn’t help but feel good about herself. She was certain that with her grace and good looks she would soon be ending up with her choice of handsome suitors, and she took the time to reinforce this idea by admiring her reflection in the mirror.
But as she looked at her reflection in the mirror with the intent of admiring her beauty and the elegant costume that further enhanced it, what she saw filled her with a building sense of dread.
Madeline saw her beautiful face in the mirror and watched it change. It started with her adorable button nose. It had always been this perfect upturned bit of elegance well suited for her face. But as she looked at her reflection she saw it start to grow wider. I thickened with fat and grew larger giving it an almost snout-like quality. It was like she was growing a little pig nose! Her hands shot to her face, and found that this really was happening. Her nose really was growing, bigger, wider, fatter. And as her hands felt her face, it was like the skin began to give away.
Her sharp cheekbones melted into fat that shifted underneath Madeline’s touch. Her cheeks grew quite chubby as they started to inflate with fat. Madeline’s whole face was soon swollen and growing red, not from the heat but from patches of rosacea. Madeline could feel her teeth shifting as they became yellowed and crooked, but she couldn’t think about that. She could only focus on how fat and piggish her face was growing.
Madeline’s eyes became dull and beady thanks to the size of her increasingly chubby cheekbones, and her jiggly jowls now served as a perfect compliment to her fat nose which really did look like it could have been a part of a pig costume. Madeline’s delicate jawline also lost any bit of definition as the skin began to sag and give way to a thick doughy double chin. Madeline grabbed it and gave a panicked snort.
Then that panicked snort brought about another and another. Her nose now ensured that any abrupt sounds that she made would sound like a pig in keeping with her fattened face.
And the fattening didn’t stop there, not by a longshot.
As Madeline pulled her hands away from her chubby cheeks, she realized that her hands were growing chubby as well. Her fine piano fingers were becoming plump sausages and her psalm were chubby mitts. Her beady eyes watched with horror as the fat swelled beyond her plump hands and began to pump through her wrists, thickening them as well. Then the fat traveled through the rest of her arms and robbed them of their definition, turning her toned biceps into blubbery bingo wings, pillowy sacks of fat that began to roll over her elbows like melted marshmallows. Even her shoulders and neck grew thicker with fat.
Soon after her neck began to grow thicker, that thickness began to spread downward. Soon, Madeline’s breasts were swelling with fat, but any pride she may have had in that soon deflated just like her breasts as the weight became too much and any perkiness that she did have was lost. What that meant was that instead of the perfectly sized and pert breasts that she once enjoyed flaunting about, she now had oversized sagging others covered in stretch marks and straining her lower back.
Madeline’s middle also grew, filling with fat that stretched the fabric of the dress she was wearing. The corset was no match for the corset she was wearing. It burst and hung uselessly, pressed between fat and fabric, and Madeline’s new love handles popped a couple of seams and began to poke through. Her abs were gone and replaced by a rather sizeable gut with a fair amount of sway given the fact that it was still so constrained by the costume.
While the long flowing ball gown did completely conceal her previously toned butt, Madeline could feel it growing larger, wider, softer, squishing against the fabric as her ass cheeks lost their muscle and became saggy cellulite covered blobs of quivering flesh. Her flabby butt cheeks gave her dress quite a bit of additional bustle as they sagged downward onto the backs of her thighs but also filled with so much fat that they still projected outward like a sloppy shelf.
Also concealed by the dress was Madeline’s growing thighs, but she could feel the fat first slapping, then rubbing, then pressing together as her thighs expanded from toned limbs into toneless, flabby thunder thighs complete with fat feet and cankles to go with them.
As Madeline staggered backward in horror she found that she was now forced to waddle. She used to move with the grace of a swan and now found herself stomping about her room like a drunken elephant knocking over beauty products and working up a sweat from her panicking.
She wanted to tear off the costume, throw herself onto the bed and cry herself to sleep, but she also felt compelled to make her way down the stairs and show the world what she had become. And, as her stomach rumbled with hunger and her mind wandered to the thought of all the party food being served downstairs, she knew that compulsion was about to win.
Down the hall, Kayla was just finishing getting into her own elegant costume, completely unaware of the goings on nearby.
Kayla looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection was something she looked at so often, and yet every time, she couldn’t help but linger on it, especially when she was alone. Here in her bedroom, staring at the vanity mirror with its exposed bulbs like an old Hollywood dressing room, she looked at herself in her princess costume and felt like a queen.
And then she put her crown on her head.
And felt a cold chill run down her spine.
It was like her whole body began to tingle at once, and in an instant she blinked and was looking at the much different face in the mirror.
The woman staring back at Kayla was massively fat, decked out in the same costume right down to the distinct jewelry, but the crown now rested atop a rather fat head with a swollen face and thick double chin. The necklace that her reflection was wearing looked almost like a choker on the woman’s thick neck, and when Kayla tilted her head to inspect her own necklace, she watched her reflection’s double chin inflate like a frog and become so bulbous as to partially obscure the necklace she was wearing.
Kayla’s reflection looked far more like a bloated opera singer than an elegant princess, she was looking at a bloated prima donna with outrageously huge pillowy breasts and a matching pot belly underneath. She couldn’t see it, but Kayla could just imagine that the woman in the mirror must have a mammoth ass behind her to go with all the fat that she could see elsewhere, that meant that her reflection certainly had thick thunder thighs probably pressing together underneath her dress, toneless limbs to match the flabby arms that Kayla could see practically exploding out of the sleeves of the dress.
Instinctively, Kayla laughed at the fat girl staring at her from the mirror. And then she watched her reflection laugh too.
Kayla’s eyes went wide with panic just like her reflection did. She quickly inspected herself and could see that her own body was still thin, but every time she moved, her reflection responded in kind. She looked at herself in the mirror and her and her fat reflection began to scream.
That’s when the tingling in her body intensified.
And Kayla could feel herself starting to expand.
It started with her stomach, her toned, perfect stomach. She could feel the muscles in her six pack abs tremble right before they gave way and slacked forward as the fat began to replace them. Suddenly there was a slab of fat over what was once just tight muscle and that slab of fat began to stretch the fabric of her dress and bubble over the panties that she was wearing underneath. Layer upon layer of fat was added to her previously lithe body, and her well sculpted middle was the first to succumb losing any kind of tone and taper as the fat made her belly bow outward along with a thick setting of matching love handles. Her middle became like a broken down barrel of fat as it expanded in all directions. In most of her outfits, Kayla would have been sporting a rather massive muffin top thanks to the added dough around her thickening middle. She could feel the fat of her belly bounce as her gut continued to grow, surging forward as much as the dress would allow. Worst still, even in the beginning stages, as her stomach grew she could already feel it growling with hunger. Its new size made room for gorging herself with food, a thought, an extreme craving, that sent a shiver up Kayla’s spine.
She tried to push the thought of food down and the fat of her belly back inside her body, but both of these attempts were in vain as the rumbling of hunger grew louder and her stomach grew thicker, wider, fatter. The dress kept it covered, but Kayla could feel the panicked sweat gather in the crease where her bloated belly was beginning to double. And she cried as she felt the saggy sack of fat continue to grow, jiggling as it did so.
Then she felt her thighs begin to tremble. At first, Kayla hoped that this was just from nerves, but as she felt the fat begin to slap together it became clear that the trembling was the result of the adipose tissue that was overtaking her hard earned muscles down below. Her thighs, just like her fat stomach, began to swell, growing into thick thunder thighs that pressed together. She could feel her feet growing fatter and straining against her heels, and she could feel herself stumbling as her stance was forced to widen thanks to the thickening of her thighs. As her thighs continued to round out thanks to all of the fat that was filling them, Kayla became painfully aware of the way her now much larger, flabbier ass cheeks slapped against the back of her tree trunk like thighs. She couldn’t see it, but Kayla could sense that her new saddlebags must be stricken with stretch marks and cellulite.
Further down, Kayla could tell that her ankles were swelling to meet her fat calves and give her a pair of big fat swollen cankles, and she was able to lift up her dress just enough to peek at her swollen feet and notice her her previously dainty toes were now plump little sausages. She prayed that the fattening would stop there, but it was nowhere near done.
Her ass.
She had taken it for granted before, its new thickness. She had been so taken by the sudden sensation of her thigh fat slapping together that her attention had been drawn away from the rounding out of her rump, but now she was painfully aware of her plumping posterior, and her hands rushed to explore the spongy flesh that now pushed against her dress. Even through all the fabric, Kayla could feel an uncomfortable amount of blubber squishing in her grasp. Her blubbery buttcheeks were like big cheap stress balls, bloated and with far too much give to them. Her previously pert butt cheeks were now big flabby messes, her glutes now globs of fat.
Kayla used to be able to bounce a quarter off her ass, and now she had the bloated butt of a lifelong couch potato. There was no muscle left, only mush, and she could feel that fat oozing through the gaps in her fingers. Suddenly, she could feel the amount of fat oozing through her fingers growing smaller. The gaps were closing ever so slightly. She thought, perhaps, that her ass was shrinking. But then, in horror, she realized the truth.
Her ass wasn’t getting smaller. Her hands were getting fatter.
Kayla held her hands out in front of her just in time to watch her fingers thicken and her hands grow increasingly chubby. Then the fat slid its way up her wrists and filled the rest of her arms, turning muscle tone into flab. Soon she had flabby bingo wings as her arms became thick tubs of fat just like her reflection had shown her.
Her breasts began to blow up like balloons as well. Her chest grew swollen with quivering fat and marred by clear angry stretch marks. She could feel the strain of her massive mammaries as they threatened to overwhelm her dress and sagged downward until they rested on the strangely comforting shelf that was her growing gut. They were like big bloated pillows of billowing fat, and that fat kept spreading upward.
The fat filled her shoulders and thickened her neck until the necklace she was wearing grew tight around it just like her reflection had predicted. Finally, Kayla felt her face begin to fatten. It started with her burning in her cheeks, and then she could feel those cheeks begin to fatten and sag into great jiggling jowls. Even her nose grew fatter as her entire face filled up and rounded out. Of course, her chin gave way to another and that doughy double chin continued to inflate until it was of a very impressive size. Her thick double chin stood out no matter the angle she tried to pose at. There was no amount of tilting that could hide how fat her face had gotten. She felt like she looked like an absolute pig.
And that piggish feeling was only aided by the fact that she was incredibly hungry. And that hunger, despite her better judgment, drove her to go downstairs.
The trio met in the hallway near the grand stairway to lead them into the ballroom. As Tabatha glared at her daughter and stepdaughter, her eyes flashed with a burning coldness.
“What fat disappointments you are.”
But Tabatha’s true disdain was toward her stepdaughter, Kayla, something that was clear as she stepped past her own crestfallen daughter.
“You are especially disgusting, and a terrible influence on my daughter,”
Kayla simply bowed her head in submission, unable and unwilling to react defensively to Tabatha’s barbs.
“Yes, stepmother. Of course, stepmother. You’re right, stepmother.”
“I know I’m right,” barked Tabatha.
“You’re nothing but a lazy, shameful, ungrateful, fat and disgusting pig. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, stepmother. I’m a lazy, shameful, ungrateful, fat and disgusting pig. I am truly pathetic, fat and pathetic, especially fat.”
“Good, pig. At least you know your place,” Tabatha said as she waddled haughtily toward the stairs.
“Now, let’s get this humiliation over with. Come, my piggies.”
The two fat girls waddled into place with little more than a nod of obedience.
It was supposed to be a grand entrance, three glamorous women looking elegant in their expensive gowns descending the stairs to greet their guests with all eyes admiring them. They were supposed to be the height of sophistication, the envy of all.
But now they could already hear the muffled laughter and sounds of catty whispers being made. At least the dresses were still expensive, and that expense gave at least the illusion of glamor (an illusion that was certainly as strained as the dresses’ seams once one took the time to look at them closely and shattered completely for Madeline whose love handles had ripped small holes in hers and were now poking out to say hello). The women in the over taxed dresses looked far from elegant with their bulging forms.
Tabatha looked like the epitome of aged desperation, someone who had completely let themselves go and was now bitter and shrewish and desperate to keep whatever hold she could on a social scene that had long since left her behind. She looked not like someone with real control but someone whose reaction to losing it was to stress eat her sorrows away. She had the look of someone who could have been a classical beauty at some point, maybe if she were to be described as Rubenesque, but she wore her bitterness on her fat face, and it gave her a rather unattractive quality.
And everyone could see the way she kept giving furtive and judgmental stares to both her daughter and stepdaughter.
Madeline looked like a clumsy cow who had never worn heels in her life as she waddled about. Every time she staggered, her dress pulled up just enough so that everyone could see how strained the straps of her stilettos were against her fat feet. She tripped over her own two fat feet and nearly took a tumble down the stairs but managed to catch herself on the banister and then let loose an incredibly unladylike belch while everyone’s attention was now on her. The combination of these events caused her dress to strain further and for the gaps that made her love handles visible to widen.
Kayla looked blissfully aware of all of this. That is to say that she looked like a fat idiot. She looked like the epitome of a spoiled princess grown plump from a life of privilege that had allowed her to do nothing but sit on her fat and growing fatter ass and stuff her face with decadent dishes and non-stop junk food. She was ridiculously rotund, and, while not nearly as clumsy as her stepsister, her steps were still heavy and awkward as she plodded down the older staircase which was clearly not designed with the girth of Kayla’s thunder thighs in mind. The juxtaposition between her glamorous outfit and rather inelegant entrance was a source of great amusement from the crowd below as Kayla finished descending the staircase and began to waddle toward them in a bit to mingle.
She was very disappointed as she watched people openly move away from her.
People didn’t want to be openly rude to the party’s hosts, but most just did not want to be stuck openly associating and having to converse with three bloated former beauties who were still so well known for their haughty and catty nature. They weren’t fun to be around before they were fat, and stripped of their natural glamor and confidence, people were far more likely to be repelled by them than drawn to them like in the past.
So people turned their backs and went back into their prior conversations, most of which involved a lot of whispering of petty comments about the party hosts.
“They’ve really let themselves go.”
“I guess they can afford to indulge plenty.”
“They’re so fat. They look ridiculous trying to be all dolled up and glamorous.”
“You know what they say, you can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.”
“And that’s what they are, three fat pigs.”
“Yes. That’s what I was im- did you really think that was clever just now?”
“I was just trying to join in on the fun.”
“But you’re just repeating what I said. We all know they’re fat pigs now. That was the funny bit. You’re not adding anything new.”
“Should I have called them cows instead?”
“Well, it would at least be different.”
“Fine. Their cows. Fat cows. Moooo. Mooooo. Happy now?”
“No. You’ve just kinda ruined the moment. I’m- I’m just going to get myself a drink and try to forget this whole thing ever happened.”
As the crowd parted in front of the now visibly pouty princess, Kayla finally saw him, her knight in shining armor, her prince charming, Evan. Although, as Evan turned around it became increasingly clear how much he too had changed.
Evan looked much less like Prince Charming and much more like Henry the Eighth. His doublet, stained by copious amounts of grease from whatever food he had been tearing into was now strained against his rotund belly. It was a globular gut, a truly massive spare tire that had clearly broken the belt which had been cinching his costume at the waist. Now it sagged downward and the lowest part of it could be seen peeking out of his doublet and sag down toward his thighs.
Those thighs made the tights he was wearing look absolutely ridiculous as they strained the fabric to its limits. His thunder thighs sloped downward into weak looking calves, and his legs looked very much like the big turkey leg that he was currently tearing into, an act that was causing more grease to run down his multiple chins.
Next to Evan, stuffing her face with food was his sister, Evangeline, though this Lin was now far larger than before. She was a blubbery blob of a woman dressed in a costume that had lost all semblance of eloquence. What was once finery fit for a noble was now rags befitting a poor serving girl or a scullery maid. And those rags looked like they had seen better days thanks to all the fat they were forced to try and contain. It was a job they were doing poorly as several bits of blubber had found ways to poke through several large holes in the overtaxed garment. But Lin paid this no mind. She didn’t even pay any attention to Kayla who was waddling toward her and Evan. All Lin could do was keep stuffing her fat face, hogging out for the amusement of all around her.
When Kayla finally met Evan, the two shared a passionate and messy kiss, and their fat bellies pressed together. With grease fresh on Kayla’s lips from the sloppy kiss, that was all she needed to send her grumbling belly into overdrive. She forewent dancing as planned, and her and Evan went back to the buffet table, tearing into whatever they could get their chubby hands on like wild animals, completely ruining Kayla’s dress and shattering any illusion of elegance that remained.
This just left Madeline standing alone, fat awkward Madeline, looking like a pig in pink with her dull fat face looking around the room in blind panic as everyone awkwardly backed further away from her. The whispers were beginning to grow louder and laced with an undercurrent of uncomfortable laughter. All Madeline could do was waddle about near tears.
Then, through the crowd he emerged, her hero-
A fat guy in a Spider-Man costume.
Eric approached and graciously offered his hand to Madeline who beamed as she took it. After allowing, Madeline a moment to let out a sigh of relief, Eric spun her into him as gracefully as the circumference of her meaty thighs would allow and, with their bellies pressed against each other, began to lead her in a waltz around the room to muffled applause of the attendees who soon joined in the dancing.
Madeline smiled at Eric, causing her double to chin to grow even more noticeable, and she couldn’t tell because of the Spider-Man mask, but she was confident that he was smiling back at her. And, in that moment, though many would refer to her as the ugly stepsister, she felt exceedingly beautiful.
Meanwhile, Tabatha stood alone at the bottom of the steps, glaring at her daughter and stepdaughter, seeing all her own desires for them unraveled. They were now nothing but fat lazy pigs, and she could not see their own potential for happiness. To her, there was no way to be fat and be filled with joy at the same time. Therefore, she was left alone with the coldness in her heart, the gnawing of hunger in her chubby belly, and the knowledge that she would live fat and unhappily ever after.
"Skinny Brat/Plump Princess" continues to be underway. I have completed two main transformation sequences. Furthermore, I have decided that "Skinny Brat/Plump Princess" will now be called "The Plump Princess in the Mirror" because that's what I titled one of these transformation sequences when I released it on my Discord (Open to 6 dollar Talking BS members) and decided it was a way better title. The entire story should hopefully drop tomorrow or Friday.
Here is a teaser of that transformation sequence I was talking about:
Kayla looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection was something she looked at so often, and yet every time, she couldn’t help but linger on it, especially when she was alone. Here in her bedroom, staring at the vanity mirror with its exposed bulbs like an old Hollywood dressing room, she looked at herself in her princess costume and felt like a queen.
And then she put her crown on her head.
And felt a cold chill run down her spine.
It was like her whole body began to tingle at once, and in an instant she blinked and was looking at the much different face in the mirror.
The woman staring back at Kayla was massively fat, decked out in the same costume right down to the distinct jewelry, but the crown now rested atop a rather fat head with a swollen face and thick double chin. The necklace that her reflection was wearing looked almost like a choker on the woman’s thick neck, and when Kayla tilted her head to inspect her own necklace, she watched her reflection’s double chin inflate like a frog and become so bulbous as to partially obscure the necklace she was wearing.
Kayla’s reflection looked far more like a bloated opera singer than an elegant princess, she was looking at a bloated prima donna with outrageously huge pillowy breasts and a matching pot belly underneath. She couldn’t see it, but Kayla could just imagine that the woman in the mirror must have a mammoth ass behind her to go with all the fat that she could see elsewhere, that meant that her reflection certainly had thick thunder thighs probably pressing together underneath her dress, toneless limbs to match the flabby arms that Kayla could see practically exploding out of the sleeves of the dress.
Instinctively, Kayla laughed at the fat girl staring at her from the mirror. And then she watched her reflection laugh too.
Kayla’s eyes went wide with panic just like her reflection did. She quickly inspected herself and could see that her own body was still thin, but every time she moved, her reflection responded in kind. She looked at herself in the mirror and her and her fat reflection began to scream.
That’s when the tingling in her body intensified.
And Kayla could feel herself starting to expand.
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If you've enjoyed that teaser and don't want to wait to see more, you can see the full sequence as well as an additional sequence entitled "The Ugly Stepsister" on my Discord right now by being a 6 dollar Talking BS Patron. You can upgrade your membership HERE.
And if you don't wish to upgrade, don't worry. The whole story should be coming out soon if you just wait. Of course, if you're a free member, you're still going to want to become a paid one so you can see it early along with all of the patreon exclusive content that I'm publishing. Again, you can upgrade HERE.
Surprise (unless you're a Talking BS member and already saw the first half of this on our Discord.) Here's an extra taste of the original "Nightmare Pigs", a special patreon exclusive epilogue for all of you including a special announcement at the end.
(This story contains weight gain and slob stuff for those less familiar with the series.)
Enjoy!
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Jennifer Russel remembered being a queen bee, she was pretty and popular and in control, at least that was before she developed what she recalled was some sort of glandular problem, although apparently that problem affected her memory as well as her weight and… digestion… the more she tried to think about it, the more things got foggy until she was eventually distracted by food. Jennifer was often distracted by food nowadays.
Food was a crutch, a comfort and her downfall all at the same time. There was a time where Jennifer never snacked and for a meal a salad would be okay, but now all she wanted to do was eat, all the time. She was constantly snacking, even going to great lengths to sneak them when other more concerned eyes were watching her. And her meals most often devolved into feasts. Jennifer had developed an insatiable desire for junk food. Sugary sweet or sinfully savory, it didn’t matter. Her gut was big and greedy and needed to be filled. So Jennifer who used to be so slim and sexy and delicate about what she ate, now spent hours at a time loafing around like a fat useless blob stuffing her face with indiscriminate junk food, often barely stopping to actually taste what she was eating and certainly not caring about the kind of mess she was leaving behind.
And she always left behind quite the mess. Her feasts ended with a variety of crumbs and stains from sauces, cheeses and any number of other things, decorating her face, her clothes, the table and floor and any other areas she was eating on. Jennifer knew better, but she just simply couldn’t bother to care anymore. The glamorous girl who was prim and proper was gone, replaced by an absolute hog, a truly greedy gluttonous pig of a woman.
There were days where Jennifer would catch sight of herself when she was eating and it would almost bring her to tears, but since food was one of the few things that brought her comfort these days, that just made her eat more. She would watch her fat jowls jiggle and her doughy double chin inflate further every time she opened her mouth to messily tear into a piece of fried chicken. She would snort at her reflection in the mirror like an angry pig and then go right back to sucking every piece of meat off the bone. Jennifer, who used to settle for just a small salad, now easily polished off an entire bucket of fried chicken, piece after succulent piece as she stared at her piggish face in the mirror, almost daring herself to keep going. In the end she would wipe a mixture of grease and tears away with the back of her chubby hand.
And then she would move right along to dessert.
Dessert was often cake or ice cream, and there were plenty of times when it was both. Jennifer never used to eat sugar. She used to make fun of people who snacked on sweet treats.
“Do you really need that brownie, piggy?”
“Those cookie calories are going to go right to your piggy pot belly.”
“That cake may taste sweet now, but you know what they say, ‘A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips,’ and your hips are already wide enough, porker.”
“Ice cream again, lard ass? Fitting. They say you are what you eat, and you’re a big fat lazy dairy cow.”
These were the kind of things that Jennifer would say to others back when she was slim and sexy and in control. Now she was far fatter than anyone she had ever made fun of. She was the pig, the dairy cow sucking down ice cream like there was no tomorrow.
She felt like a porker with every slice of cake that she ate in front of the mirror, but she could never seem to have just one. When she was watching herself eat, it almost gave her this perverse kind of pleasure, to punish herself more, to degrade herself by stuffing her fat face with as much as she possibly could. It was like she was having a competition with herself in the mirror. When it came to cake, she didn’t even bother with a fork. It was too inefficient. Instead she would pick the cake up with her chubby hands, two slices at a time, and then double fist the delicious delight into her greedy mouth, cramming her cheeks like a fat lazy chipmunk ready for a seven year winter.
Cake crumbs were constantly falling into Jennifer’s cavernous cleavage. Drips of ice cream frequently ringed her lips and trickled down, getting caught in the fold of her double chin and then splattering onto her face and chest. She was such a naughty piggy, and she knew it, a naughty greedy piggy who was such a hopeless out of control fatty doomed to do nothing but be a fat lazy piggy who pigs out and grows fatter and fatter for the rest of her days. The feasts in the mirror were a testament to that, and every time she was finally done gorging herself, she would end each feast the same way with a sick twisted ritual that Jennifer had come up with all by herself.
Jennifer, once a model, once a cheerleader, once the girl that everyone envied would stare at her previously angelic and now piggish face in the mirror. She would really look at the mess she had made of her face and her life. She would stare right into her own beady, greedy eyes.
Then she would lift one tremendous leg, her fat thigh quivering as she managed to get one of her blubbery butt cheeks up so she could contort her fat face and….
PPPHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!
Let out the biggest trumpet fart she possibly could. The formerly prim and proper princess would stare at herself as she pushed out the biggest blast of gas that she could manage, choosing to fart and willingly aiming for length and volume sending her entire fat body jiggling, quivering like jello. Once the first one was released and the floodgates were open, inevitably a few more ripe ones would immediately follow, and then she would sit back down and pat her belly, squeezing it and bouncing it in satisfaction.
Then she would just sit in it, absorbing the smell of her own humiliation. Tears would run down her chubby cheeks, partly from the smell and partly from the fact that she couldn’t believe that this was how far she had fallen. This was the life she had. This was what she had done to herself. Jennifer had been so glamorous, tso prim and proper and full of potential. And now she was a fat, farting pig, an obese hog, stewing in her sweat and the smell of her own flatulence.
And then she would fart some more before pushing herself up from her chair with an incredible effort, and more gas, before waddling off to find something else to eat.
There was no other way of putting it, Jennifer Russel’s life, once full of pretty privilege was now pretty bad, and her vain family made it so much worse.
Jennifer lived at home ever since she had gotten kicked out of her dorm when her skinny bitchy roommate, Lori complained about her “extreme lack of hygiene”. That was an incredible embarrassment that her family would not let her forget, especially now that she was stuck at home with her beauty queen mother, Sylvia and her slightly younger sister, Christina.
Her mother in particular was a real bitch.
“You’re such a disappointment. You had such potential and now you’re just going to be a fat useless blob for the rest of your life.”
“Could you even attempt to keep yourself clean? I don’t have a daughter. I have a pig.”
“Suuuueeeeey! You really need that cookie? Oink. Oink. Oink. Pathetic.”
And her sister was also terribly cutting.
“I used to look up to you, now it’s difficult to even look around you.”
“You’ve really blimped up, Blubber Butt. It’s so gross.”
“Moooooove it along, Fatso. And watch where you’re waddling, Jumbo Jen. Your wide load keeps knocking shit over, you Butterball.”
“You’re such a loser, Lard Ass, a big FAT loser!”
Jennifer was used to these comments by now. She had grown used to being treated like she used to treat others, she knew she was fat and lazy and greedy and smelly and disgusting. She also knew that she deserved this. Jennifer had learned her lesson the hard way.
She just wished her family would learn that lesson as well.
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Elsewhere, on a beach so perfect that it could only exist in a dream, Sandy Klein sank her delicate shores of the white sand beach, running effortlessly as she took in the sight of the marmalade orange sunset. Her body was perfect, toned and gorgeous in a tiny string bikini. Everything she did looked sexy. Everything she did felt sexy. And it all felt wonderfully effortless.
Until it didn’t.
Until she could feel her feet sticking to the sand like a mouse in a glue trap.
And the marmalade orange sky became poisoned by purple, growing darker as the sun hid behind the growing storm clouds. Black and tinged with purple the clouds grew until they shaped themselves into a mass of purple hair that looked like long tentacles and a sharp face with glowing eyes.
“Sandy Klein, you have taken your beauty for granted, strutting about with your pretty privilege and exhibiting cruelty toward others.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
The clouds rumbled with thunder.
“Do you remember the poor girl in the grocery store this morning?”
“Who? The fat one?”
“MY DAUGHTER!” boomed the clouds.
“She bumped into me.”
“YOU bumped into HER you thoughtless clod, causing her to drop the eggs she was carrying and embarrassing her. Then you blamed your own carelessness on her.”
“All I said was-“
“Watch where you’re going fat ass.”
Sandy felt her ass sink as the muscle gave way to fat. The flesh stretched and became dimpled with cellulite as her butt cheeks filled with blubber and suddenly plopped down onto the backs of her thighs.
Those thighs grew fat as well. They began to shake and slap together as the muscle was lost forever and turned to soft quivering fat. Sandy’s fear made her flabby thighs jiggle even more, making them slap together until they couldn’t anymore because they had grown so large that their fat was constantly pressed together, rubbing together. With her fat feet and cankles, if Sandy wasn’t stuck to the sand, she would certainly be stuck waddling about.
Her abs were the next to go, melting like ice cream and spilling over the waistband. She grew a great big jiggly pot belly that quivered with every panicked movement that she made and just seemed to keep growing, growing fatter, heavier, saggier. Sandy’s precious six-pack turned into a gelatinous gut, and she scooped that fat up and felt it flop over the edges of her palms even as her hands grew chubbier.
Those formerly dainty hands were soon joined by flabby arms as well. All of the tone turned into flabby bingo wings with fat that started to roll over her elbows. Sandy’s breasts grew bigger as well but not nearly as large as the rest of her rapidly fattening body. That rapidly fattening body included her model quality face which quickly grew chubby cheeks and a doughy double chin which wobbled as she pleaded.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for apologies. All that’s left for you is the big fat lesson that your life has become. You’re welcome.”
Back in reality, Sandy’s big fat body tossed and turned until she fell out of bed, and then all of her flab continued to bounce and jiggle as she landed with a loud thud on the floor.
For just a moment, standing above Sandy was the cause of her tremendous downfall, Scarlet, the Nightmare Witch.
Scarlet took a moment to stare at the deep purple vein pulsing in the back of her hand. She looked down at the previously slim and sexy vixen into the exact kind of fat girl she would have made fun of, and this knowledge made Scarlet smile.
Maybe it was a good idea to be back in the game.
And then she disappeared back into the shadows.
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"Nightmare Pigs 2" Drops this Halloween.
Jemieder15 over on Deviant Art put these visuals together for "The Fat French Maid Costume". Jem uses AI art to created bases to then edit them using photo manipulation tools and creates a lot of gifs and sequences of changes. You can check out more of their work here: https://www.deviantart.com/jemieder15
2024-10-13 13:39:03 +0000 UTC View PostHere's the beginning of my newest story with a prologue featuring an unrelated transformation of a slim woman into a chubby "vampire" which who will definitely be getting her own patreon exclusive spin off story as well. This part of the story, and several more teasers have already been up on my Discord for Talking BS members to read.
Enjoy!
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As Gwen stared at the chubby vampiress who looked far more used to sucking down milkshakes than sucking blood, she couldn’t believe that this was the way her night was turning out.
Mathilde had taken off for the evening and it quickly turned into one of the store’s busiest nights. Already, Gwen had to see to two more bloated belly dancers, a woman she had sent of in a pirate costume whose booty was now growing to epic proportions - she was already waddling on the way out the door, a set of twins who became extremely bottom heavy bimbos in Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and now this.
“What’s this?” demanded the panicked woman.
“You’re a chubby vampire now. You’re welcome.”
“B-But why?”
“I don’t know. Okay? It’s supposed to be a metaphor or something. You’ve been you know like a blood sucker or something, metaphorically so now your greed is manifest in the- Look we’re not obligated to come up with an elaborate story for all of these things. You made fun of fat girls. Now you’re a fat girl. People are going to be very mean to you. There’s your lesson. That’s the lesson. Take the lesson and get out.”
It was some lesson indeed. When the woman first walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been a slender vixen looking for a sexy vampire outfit that would do an excellent job of showing off her tight but generous curves. She was especially proud of her abs. Now, the would be Vampirella was sporting a pot belly that she was clearly ashamed of. Even as she talked with Gwendolyyn, her chubby hands would keep flying to her bulging belly to cover it up, but the moment that she touched the yielding flesh would cause her hands to fly away preferring to pretend that their wasn’t any bit of portly pudge there in the first place. Of course, all that movement just made her pot belly, and the rest of her softened body, quiver that much more.
The Vampiress costume was designed to be flashy and really flatter the right figure. Its shorts were cut much closer to underwear, and the top was a cropped top shaped in a deep v to really showcase the wearer’s breasts and abs, and when the woman had first tried the costume on it did just that. While she was looking in the mirror admiring her slim and sexy form, she was certain that she was absolutely going to turn heads at the Halloween party she was going to go to the next day. Now she felt like if she went there dressed like this she would be turning heads for all the reasons. They would be turning to gawk at her and then turning away to gossip all about her.
She could hear them now, talking about how much weight she had gained, calling her a pig, probably saying things like “She really let herself go” or “Someone’s been really enjoying her snacks.”
And the worst of it was that at the thought of the word snacks her tubby tummy rumbled, and she couldn’t help but touch her greedy little gut even though the softness of it repulsed her.
Yet, she couldn’t help but explore it, letting her fingers dance around and press into the pounds that had been piled onto her frame and confirming her new reality as she played with the pudge between her fingers.
That pudge had replaced hard earned abs, and the costume now shamelessly showcased her softness, the undeniable pot belly that bulged outward and unceremoniously plopped over the waistband of her shorts. Those shorts looked ridiculous now as well. The leg holes had been purposefully cut to give the shorts a v shape and showcase her well toned legs. Any sign of muscle was gone, replaced by pasty thigh fat. Her thunder thighs now jiggled with any sign of movement, and every time she shifted her weight or took a step, the fat slapped together.
The shorts were thoroughly overtaxed by her blown up blubber butt as well. Her once very perky posterior was now composed of two chunky cellulite covered cheeks that were far less pert and far more saggy. The sheer size of her flabby blubber butt cheeks meant that each over padded cushion was spilling out of the shorts in all directions. They plopped out from the bottoms of the shorts and plumped up over the waistband of the shorts giving her a slight but permanent plumper’s crack.
The top was also strained by her breasts which had grown slightly in size but significantly in sag and now rested on the upper curve of her plush new potbelly. Everything about her was softer including her once muscular arms which were now nice and flabby, and her face which had grown significantly softer. Her delicate facial features were beginning to be lost as her face was now much more rounded with chubby cheeks and a hint of a double chin that became much more noticeable as she looked down to inspect the rest of her changes in frustration.
As she looked at herself, she couldn’t help but catch her reflection in the glass countertop, and the shock of seeing her double chin caused her to stagger backward, flabby flesh jiggling, and tilt her head upward in a vain attempt to hide what had happened to her. The suddenness of the motion merely succeeded in nearly having her boobs bounce out of the top and having her cute little pot belly jiggle like jello.
“She’s just so incredibly pinchable,” thought Gwendolyyn as the chubby vampire’s fat undulated in front of her, but then she managed to snap herself out of her little trance.
“Payment please.”
“What?” asked the confused vampire as her hands went back to her tummy to stop her jiggling midsection and soon found themselves once again nervously pinching and playing with the fat that had settled there.
“Payment please. We accept cash, card, or Apple Pay.”
“I have to pay? Isn’t this enough?” asked the vampire as she shook her belly in emphasis.
Gwen merely shrugged and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
“Oh, this is the karmic payment for years of making fun of overweight people, yes. But now you still owe me sixty dollars.”
“Sixty dollars? That seems steep for a cursed costume.”
“That’s the curse of capitalism.”
The vampire pouted which made her pudgy double chin plainly visible.
“Do I really have to?”
“Please quit your whining and pay. I’m very busy tonight.”
The vampire looked around the empty store.
“But I’m the only one here.”
“You have no idea how magical costume shops work.”
As if on cue, the bell to the door rang and signaled the grand three rather haughty looking women who came strutting in high heels and designer clothes. Three! Gwen nearly blanched at the sight.
“Card. Now. Please.”
Reluctantly, the chubby vampire handed her card over and paid for the privilege of losing her hard earned hard body for this much softer, jigglier one. Then, with her original clothes still in a bag and the costume on and fully exposing her pudgy body, she turned and pumped into the three women.
“Honey, are you really wearing that?”
“It’s not at all flattering for a woman of your… size.”
“And softness.”
The vampire tried to get away, but she found herself surrounded by three vultures ready to pick her apart.
Two younger women had entered the store, leading the way. They both looked to be in their early twenties and had the air of privileged party girls around them. Following closely behind was a strikingly beautiful woman, certainly older than the two of them but with a timeless quality about her. She was the kind of woman who could have been in her mid fifties but didn’t look a day over forty if that. She had a much clearer family resemblance to one of the women she was with, and if she was feeling particularly vain she may have been able to convince someone that she was an older sister, but as she entered the store she carried herself with the authority of a potentially domineering mother.
But it was the younger one who did not share the same family resemblance with the other two that took the lead with the insults. She carried herself with an extreme air of superiority. There was a special quality to it, one that Gwen could place as something that came from something more than just being beautiful and rich. There was a special kind of entitlement that came from being a-
“Birthday girl,” noted Gwen as her eyes squinted at the trio.
The only thing more privileged and annoying than a beautiful rich girl celebrating her birthday was a beautiful rich girl celebrating her bachelorette party. Luckily, Gwendolyyn could tell that the birthday girl and the rest of her trio were going to have a few more moments of going at the chubby vampire before Gwenn would have to deal with them.
The trio swarmed the poor chubby vampire, and their barbs came so fast and were so sharp, that she couldn’t tell exactly who was saying what and was just overwhelmed by their venom and her own anxiety.
“Seriously, being tubby is so tacky.”
“Especially in a garish outfit like that.”
“I get that there are curves, but you just don’t have them in the right places.”
“You want more hips than love handles, dear.”
“And that, gut. Gross.”
“I don’t know why you would want to show all that flab off.”
“But waddle off now, little piglet.”
“Enjoy your day, you greedy little oinker.”
As the trio finally grew bored with the formerly fit woman, the chunky vampire, with tears running down her chubby cheeks, was finally able to bolt from the store. The terrible trio got one last laugh out of the flabby girl as they watched her blubbery butt bounce and her thunder thighs slap together with each hurried step.
“I bet her belly wobbles as well,” laughed the birthday girl.
“Oh of course, every part of that little pot belly piglet is soft and wobbly,” laughed the matron.
“What a fatty!” howled the other one far louder than the first to and in a manner that drew their judgmental stares.
“Manners, Madeline,” chastised the woman’s mother.
And then all three turned to Gwendolyyn and she knew she was in for a handful.
Here's what's on deck:
I am currently writing the next Katrina's Costume Closet story: "Skinny Brat/Plump Princess" which will actually feature three main transformations. I just finished the prologue which is available now on my Discord for Talking BS members.
"Skinny Brat/Plump Princess" should hopefully be up this weekend. After that I'll be working on "Playboy Bunny/Chubby Bunny" (Working title) based on the poll which is technically still running.
Okay, now here's the teaser from the prologue of "Skinny Brat/Plump Princess" which actually features an unrelated woman in a costume that makes her a chubby vampire.
Enjoy!
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As Gwen stared at the chubby vampiress who looked far more used to sucking down milkshakes than sucking blood, she couldn’t believe that this was the way her night was turning out.
Mathilde had taken off for the evening and it quickly turned into one of the store’s busiest nights. Already, Gwen had to see to two more bloated belly dancers, a woman she had sent of in a pirate costume whose booty was now growing to epic proportions - she was already waddling on the way out the door, a set of twins who became extremely bottom heavy bimbos in Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and now this.
“What’s this?” demanded the panicked woman.
“You’re a chubby vampire now. You’re welcome.”
“B-But why?”
“I don’t know. Okay? It’s supposed to be a metaphor or something. You’ve been you know like a blood sucker or something, metaphorically so now your greed is manifest in the- Look we’re not obligated to come up with an elaborate story for all of these things. You made fun of fat girls. Now you’re a fat girl. People are going to be very mean to you. There’s your lesson. That’s the lesson. Take the lesson and get out.”
It was some lesson indeed. When the woman first walked into Katrina’s Costume Closet, she had been a slender vixen looking for a sexy vampire outfit that would do an excellent job of showing off her tight but generous curves. She was especially proud of her abs. Now, the would be Vampirella was sporting a pot belly that she was clearly ashamed of. Even as she talked with Gwendolyyn, her chubby hands would keep flying to her bulging belly to cover it up, but the moment that she touched the yielding flesh would cause her hands to fly away preferring to pretend that their wasn’t any bit of portly pudge there in the first place. Of course, all that movement just made her pot belly, and the rest of her softened body, quiver that much more.
The Vampiress costume was designed to be flashy and really flatter the right figure. Its shorts were cut much closer to underwear, and the top was a cropped top shaped in a deep v to really showcase the wearer’s breasts and abs, and when the woman had first tried the costume on it did just that. While she was looking in the mirror admiring her slim and sexy form, she was certain that she was absolutely going to turn heads at the Halloween party she was going to go to the next day. Now she felt like if she went there dressed like this she would be turning heads for all the reasons. They would be turning to gawk at her and then turning away to gossip all about her.
She could hear them now, talking about how much weight she had gained, calling her a pig, probably saying things like “She really let herself go” or “Someone’s been really enjoying her snacks.”
And the worst of it was that at the thought of the word snacks her tubby tummy rumbled, and she couldn’t help but touch her greedy little gut even though the softness of it repulsed her.
Yet, she couldn’t help but explore it, letting her fingers dance around and press into the pounds that had been piled onto her frame and confirming her new reality as she played with the pudge between her fingers.
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As if on cue, the bell to the door rang and signaled the grand three rather haughty looking women who came strutting in high heels and designer clothes. Three! Gwen nearly blanched at the sight.
“Card. Now. Please.”
Reluctantly, the chubby vampire handed her card over and paid for the privilege of losing her hard earned hard body for this much softer, jigglier one. Then, with her original clothes still in a bag and the costume on and fully exposing her pudgy body, she turned and pumped into the three women.
“Honey, are you really wearing that?”
“It’s not at all flattering for a woman of your… size.”
“And softness.”
The vampire tried to get away, but she found herself surrounded by three vultures ready to pick her apart.
(Want to see more and get lots of teasers earlier than anyone else? The full prologue for this story is available on my Discord for Talking BS level patrons. You can upgrade your membership right HERE to gain access.)
Here's almost 1,000 words of additional content
2024-10-04 19:54:08 +0000 UTC View PostEnjoy this patreon exclusive epilogue to "The Fat French Maid Costume". And if you do enjoy it, know that you could have enjoyed it over an hour ago and can still enjoy it in downloadable PDF format if you're a 6 dollar Talking BS member.
Again....
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Lana couldn’t believe she had gone from lithe to lard ass.
This really was her life now. She had been on top of the world, rich, gorgeous, well liked and feared in equal quantity. She was prim and proper and completely in control, and she had enough pretty privilege to flaunt her slim and sexy body. That body was a real smokeshow. She was a glamor goddess proud of her tight abs, her pert butt, perky breasts and toned arms and lean legs.
And now?
Now she felt like a great big lumbering slob.
The woman who used to strut around with confidence with her nose pointed upward as she scoffed at others now was now the one looked down upon as she waddled about from place to place growing quickly winded as she did what others told her. With her titanic ass cheeks bobbing up and down, always spilling out from under the too small skirt that she was forced to wear, her cellulite covered thunder thighs rubbing together and her gelatinous blubber belly sloshing about, Lana was a laughing stock, a cautionary tale, an object of grand amusement. All of the power she once held was gone and she looked ridiculous as she waddled around performing her duties as a fat lowly maid.
Lana had gone from boss bitch to obedient fat girl, and everybody loved it.
She was so used to being a fat girl- a fat maid- now that she had trouble really remembering exactly what came before it. Lana remembered being hot, flaunting her body, being in control. Then she remembered eating and growing. And she had vague memories of bad investments, bad job performance, stock trouble, many different things that lead to her downfall and her need for humiliating employment. But if she tried to focus on thinking about any one thing, her thoughts would always get foggy and she would inevitably get distracted, most often by food or by a menial job she had to do.
Looking back at her life now was like looking at an impressionist painting. She could tell the broad brushstrokes, but the fine details were beyond her.
It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that she was rich and thin and now she was poor and fat and employed as a maid for the woman she had previously maid her biggest target, Marcella Weatherfall, and she had no way of escaping her situation. She was too poor to quit her job, too dumb to get another one, and too fat and hungry to ever be thin again. There was nothing for her now but the comfort of food and the pain and humiliation of doing menial labor for someone she once looked down upon. She was a servant, a fat lazy greedy servant, a pig and nothing more.
And Marcella loved to constantly remind her of that. Lana had spent years tormenting Marcella about her weight, and now, while Marcella hadn’t lost any weight, Lana was the far fatter of the two, another thing that Marcella constantly loved to remind Lana of, at least when she wasn’t too busy barking out orders and calling Lana names.
“Hey, Fat Ass! You missed a spot.”
“Get over here, Piggy.”
“Move your fat flabby ass, Blubber Butt!”
“Wipe down that window, Wide Load!”
“Let’s get going, Lard Ass!”
“Faster, Fatso! Faster! Maybe you’ll burn off some of your flab!”
And Lana would always move faster in response, or at least she would try to move faster. Her incredibly obese body made movement in general extremely cumbersome, and the woman who used to run every morning was now much more comfortable waddling along at a more glacial pace. Lana often felt like a big fat slug, another name that Marcella was fond of calling her.
“Get a move on, you big fat lazy slug. You disgust me, you blubbery blob.”
“It’s no wonder you move so slow, with that anchor ass of yours and those tree trunk thunder thighs.”
“Maybe if you didn’t eat like such a fat pig ALL THE TIME you wouldn’t be so heavy and you’d move your fat ass a little faster, Butterball.”
The worst part was the daily inspections, Marcella always too great pride in picking apart Lana’s obese body, criticizing her from every angle.
“Look at this gut,” she’d say as she lifted the heavy lower roll of Lana’s double belly with her hands.
“It’s quite the saggy apron of fat. Disgusting isn’t it? You used to have abs, and now they’re buried under layers and layers of flab. This gelatinous gut doesn’t belong to someone who used to be a model. This doesn’t even belong on a fat woman. This is a hog’s gut. You’re a hog, a ham beast. Remember when you had the nerve to make fun of me for having a belly? It’s nothing compared to this whopper. Your blubber belly is mammoth, Piggy. Don’t you think so?”
Lana would nod in response, but that was never good enough.
“Say it, Piggy. Tell me what you have.”
“I have a mammoth blubber belly, a big fat hog gut.”
“Because?”
“Because I’m a hog, a ham beast, a fat lazy greedy disgusting pig that can’t stop stuffing her fat greedy face. I used to be slim and sexy, but now I’m just a big fat piggy.”
“And piggies go?”
“Oink. Oink.”
“Good, Piggy. Good.”
Then she would pinch her arms.
“These are so weak and useless, even with all the scrubbing you do. It’s pathetic how weak and spongy you are. Isn’t it pathetic?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. I’m fat, weak and pathetic. Oink. Oink.”
After that, Marcella would tweak Lana’s double chin and move down to pinching Lana’s thighs.
“These are so thick, look how pathetically flabby they are. They must chafe so much from all the waddling you do. It must be so unpleasant.”
“It is.”
“Do you even remember what it was like to strut with confidence like you used to?”
“Barely.”
“Ha! Of course, you’re so used to being a pathetic, saggy sack of lard now. You really are a blubbery blob. You know that?”
“Yes.”
“Uh-uh. You know better. Say it.”
“I’m a blubbery blob, a pathetic, saggy sack of lard, a pig. Oink. Oink.”
Finally, Marcella would slide her hands up Lana’s fat thighs until she cupped Lana’s blubbery butt cheeks. Each cheek would spill over the sides of Marcella’s hand and the fat oozed between her fingertips. Marcella loved to heave them up and down, really taking in the weight of Lana’s lard filled ass cheeks.
“You used to be so proud of your ass, right?”
“Right.”
“You used to have such a tight, toned, perky butt. But I can’t feel any muscle here anymore. Do you have any muscle?”
“No, mistress. I have no muscle, only flab. I have a fat flabby ass now. It’s big and soft and spongy. My ass is fat and flabby just like the rest of my formerly slim and sexy and now disgustingly obese body.”
“You used to turn heads didn’t you? Everyone loved to look at your ass. What happened?”
“I got fat. I let myself go. I did this to myself because I am a fat, lazy cow only fit to serve. Now the heads that I turn are only heads looking away because they don’t want to look at my obese, disgustingly fat and flabby body. I am fat and pathetic. I deserve this because of my vanity and arrogance and the way I treated other people. I deserve to be fat and humiliated. It is good that I am humiliated and punished by you. Thank you for giving me this humiliating job. It is more than what I deserve. I am grateful, mistress, grateful to serve someone who was always better than me even when I was hot and haughty. Now I am a weak pathetic fat ass made to serve you. I will never be slim and sexy again. I will never be rich and glamorous again. I will always be fat and poor and only be getting fatter. I am yours to do with as you please. I was your bully, your rival, now I am a big fat loser. I am your maid. I am your pet piggy. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink.”
Lana always rushed through her last speech, eager to get it done with so that Marcella would give her her well earned spanks and then the inspection would be over with. And those spanks would always come.
Marcella loved to spank Lana over and over again, to feel the fat yield to her hand and then watch it swell red even as it jiggled for long moments. She loved to spank it again and again before sending Lana off to her day’s tasks.
“Good job, Piggy. Now get your fat ass to work.”
And Lana, the obedient fat girl that she was now, would waddle off to do as she was told knowing that this was the humiliating cycle of the rest of her big fat life.