"Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 1-4

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Ariel loved watching the way her lips moved as she said her own name. She loved the way her luscious lips curved into a passionate circle on “Ah”, the way her tongue flicked as she gently rolled her r and pronounced the middle of her name like a drop of golden sun. Even her lips couldn’t help but smile. And then she loved the effortlessness of the elle at the end, the way she just let it dramatically float off into the either. 

“Ah-Rey-Elle.” She was very particular about that. No short at the beginning, so coarse, like she was screaming. Her name shouldn’t be screamed. It should dance off the tongue as lithe and seductive as she was. She wasn’t a font or a fucking mermaid. Ul, A-ree-UL, disgusting, a name for peasants. She was no peasant. She was a model. She was perfection. And Ariel loved her name. 

She loved everything about herself. 

Ariel’s perfect mouth with its luscious lips was part of a face that was somehow simultaneously sultry and angelic. It did a lot to disguise her devilish attitude when she wanted it to. Her cheek bones were high and her jawline was well defined and narrow. She didn’t look sallow, however. Her face was gifted with the perfect amount of fat to make her look youthful and elegant. And her skin, just like the rest of her face, was absolutely perfect. It had a dewy quality to it, looking smooth and glowing without a hint of oil or grease. There wasn’t a blemish in sight, and Ariel prided herself on not needing makeup at all, though she always applied at least a little and did so flawlessly. 

Her eyes were as seductive as the rest of her. They shone a brilliant green and twinkled with a great sense of confidence and cunning. Ariel’s eyes were a window to whatever she wanted people to see. They were frequently cruel but could be incredibly kind when it suited her. They were a sign of her intelligence and cleverness and constantly greeted others with a clear sense of judgment. Ariel’s gaze was known to stop people dead and their tracks and leave them a stuttering, stammering mess. They were eyes that froze out women and turned men to putty, dangerous eyes.

Those eyes were paired with a perfect set of beautiful pearly white teeth, immaculate teeth that made for a gorgeous smile that was both brilliant and intimidating. Even her breath was gorgeous, something most people would never stop to think about. But, just like everything else about her, Ariel’s breath was meticulously cared for and therefore perfect. The fact that her teeth and breath were so perfect was actually something of note because- Well, if it was to be said that Ariel had one flaw it was that…

Ariel watched the shape of her mouth in the mirror as she gently blew a smoke ring. She smiled as the perfect O hit the mirror and burst rather cinematically. She smiled at the amusing game she loved to play with herself and then took another long drag of her cigarette.

Smoking was a habit that Ariel had picked up in high school back when it was edgy and cool to smoke beneath the bleachers. She only ever smoked cigarettes. (Being a stoner was beneath her after all.) And when she did smoke she felt cool and powerful. There was just something about the way she held a cigarette, the way it pursed between her lips that gave Ariel and extra mystique, a certain flair like she was an old Hollywood actress. For many people, smoking would have been a disgusting sight, but Ariel wielded a cigarette like a paintbrush that added another layer of color to her persona. The trails of smoke that gently trailed across her face and danced within her hair added to her allure.

And, of course, there were plenty of perfumes, whitening strips, breath mints, and other accouterments and preparations to deal with the other side effects of smoking. Ariel also did not have a particularly bad habit. Nobody would ever say she was addicted to smoking, and she certainly never chain smoked like some kind of fat degenerate trucker type. She was a delicate lady who was, in every way, physically flawless.

That flawlessness extended beyond Ariel’s face. Ariel had hit the genetic lottery, and so her entire but was flawless. She was gifted with muscle definition that she barely had to work to maintain. In fact, she could ultimately eat a lot of junk if she so wanted to and still maintain her extremely toned figure. Any working out that she did was really more of a show than anything else, it was nothing more than an opportunity to show off her rocking body. She occasionally got gigs that had her wearing athleisure wear and working out for people to drool over, but other than that she basically did nothing to achieve the insane results that she had. Instead she was gifted with natural beauty that started in her face and moved all the way down to her pretty painted toes. It extended down her swan-like neck and into her delicate shoulders which in turn were connected to her lean but muscular arms. Her arms were long and well toned and ended in slender wrists attached to dainty hands and long delicate fingers perfect for holding cigarettes.

Ariel’s torso tapered into a trim waist. Her curves gave her a perfect hourglass with a middle that was extremely well toned. Her flat stomach was one of Ariel’s favorite accomplishments, having worked hard to earn the six pack abs that she loved to showcase. Ariel was frequently seen showcasing her sexy six pack any chance she got. She loved to wear bikinis, and even when she wore dresses she was a big fan of ones that had a cutout in the middle to give lustful witnesses a window to view her perfect abdominals. Ariel was a fan of tight shirts and crop tops. Even her blouses and jackets were carefully tailored to showcase the taper of her waist.

Even when nobody was looking, Ariel loved to rub her hands along her washboard stomach. She would watch the fingers dance from muscle to muscle. And when people were around, Ariel would flaunt her abs in front of them too. She would frequently lift her shirt to give people a view and then make them watch her run a finger up the well defined line that ran through the middle of her torso as she bragged about how hard her abs were. During foreplay before sex, one of the things that got her going the most was the feeling of her lovers’ hands on her six pack. This intoxicating arousal was doubled when she could feel the way her abs intimidated them which was frequently the case.

Beyond her trim waist, Ariel had a luscious heart shaped ass. Her beautiful buns of steel were full but also muscular. One could bounce a quarter of the generous curves of her perfectly perky posterior. She had a butt that turned heads. You could watch her strut through a place, and practically turn people into floating cartoon characters. The sway of her hips and gently bobbing of her buttcheeks was that entrancing. Her perfect ass inspired plenty of wolf whistles and comments, most of which she soaked in with great enjoyment. And when she wasn’t in the mood for such crass behavior, a quick withering stare was enough to bring her catcallers to their knees.

Ariel’s own legs were much like her arms. They were long lean, but with just the right amount of thickness thanks to the muscle she had built up. She wasn’t bulky, she was, as always, slender, but her legs also carried with them the appearance of strength thanks to their toned nature. The athletic nature of her legs was something that Ariel loved to show off in skimpy outfits. Dresses that she chose to wear were either distinctly short enough to showcase her legs, were given a dramatic slit to allow her to show off her muscles, or were otherwise tightly taped in such a way that the toned nature of her thighs remained obvious. Similar to her arms, Ariel’s legs tapered into slender calves and ankles and ended with delicate feet which were elegantly showcased by the expensive footwear she frequently wore. Of course, she was also partial to going barefoot and letting people admire her feet that way. She was not ashamed to say that sharing pictures of her perfect feet had made her a large sum of money.

Her flawless legs with their toned muscle and smooth, supple skin, allowed Ariel to strut with confidence wherever she went which was perfect for her because she had her career as a model, and her legs contributed to a statuesque look that made her very popular. She was capable of posing for some seriously breathtaking photos.

Those breathtaking photos were largely so breathtaking because of Ariel’s largest and most valuable assets. To say that Ariel’s breasts were bountiful would be an understatement. They were generous D cups and stood out with a perkiness that defied the laws of gravity. More than just their size, that level of saying fuck you to physics was the thing that made so many women jealous. Ariel loved her absolutely perfect breasts just as much if not more than her assortment of admirers. Her breasts, thanks to their size, were showcased in whatever outfit that Ariel put on, and she frequently presented with a large amount of sultry cleavage that had people drooling all over. The size and shape of her breasts, especially when paired with the rest of her toned and trim yet curvy figure, gave Ariel a perfect hourglass and made her a very popular glamor model. The shape of the rest of her figure made it so Ariel didn’t have to whore herself out like a crass size queen. 

She had plenty to rely on and wasn’t some kind of big breasted bimbo, a bloated one trick pony because of her tits. Ariel could model anything. Whenever someone was looking for someone stunning to boost a brand’s popularity, Ariel was the perfect candidate, and her career was really taking off. She had amassed a massive amount of social media followers and tremendously lucrative contracts. Those contracts were incredibly important because Ariel also spent money like it was going out of style. One might think she was allergic to having a proper sized bank account, but Ariel was used to the life of extreme luxury, and she enjoyed living in a beautiful mansion and partying in exotic locales with her friends, a selection of colleagues and hangers on from as far back as high school. 

Ariel really loved to keep a vast array of sycophants hanging around to kiss her ass and be indebted to her. They made Ariel feel even more powerful, and while most of her entourage was made of women as slim and sexy as herself, Ariel made sure to keep a couple of duds around to make herself look even better by comparison. 

And the odd fat friend was a perfect form of easy entertainment.

Ariel’s fatphobia and incredible love of making fun of fat people for sport was something that developed along with her own incredible ego and came to prominence when she realized that her own successful future was assured thanks to her own slim and sexy figure. She had always been successful. She had risen to the title of head cheerleader in both high school and college. She was the homecoming and prom queen, and in college she was sorority president and was crowned Snow Queen at her college’s winter formal three years in a row. The only reason she didn’t win her senior year is because the committee changed the rules to “make it more fair” and made her ineligible. Ariel had this dispute settled out of court with a solid cash settlement and the public title of Snow Empress.

Since those school days, Ariel’s rise had only continued, as did her appetite for control and adoration. Ariel’s greatest enjoyment came from making sure that other people knew that she was inferior. She thrived when she was showing off her own figure and fame and loved to purposefully demean and degrade others. 

Fat people were still her favorite target. They were big targets as Ariel was fond of saying. Ariel found fat people to be the antithesis of everything. They were disgusting individuals, fat, unattractive, lazy and sloppy. Fat people were victims of their own over indulgence and worthy of nothing but scorn and derision. She had a history of mocking them dating back to her high school days when she would go as far as being a physical fat pinching and poking bully. In fact, her history of fat shaming was the only thing that held her modeling career back at all, something that made Ariel doubly resentful of fat people who were now costing her fame and money. It was bad enough that fat people needed to so greedily stuff their fat faces, but it was crossing the line to do so while taking money out of her already well lined pockets.

Just the other day, some fat fans recognized Ariel and asked her for her autograph, and Ariel took great pleasure in giving them a verbal tongue lashing instead. She dressed them down, called them all sorts of horrible names while making fun of their fat bodies, and then patronizingly gave them diet advice which was essentially to just stop eating. And when they cried and called her a bitch, her only response was to tell them that she was a rich and beautiful bitch who didn’t need fat fans.

Of course, it wasn’t just fat people that Ariel enjoyed controlling, insulting, and degrading, it was also the people who worked for her.

And woe be those who happened to be both.

Kelly was Ariel’s long-suffering assistant who was also a constant yo-yo dieter. This meant that she wasn’t always fodder for Ariel because of her fatness, but when she was weighing in on the heavier said she took extra blows to her bloated body.

In the eyes of many who saw Ariel and Kelly together, Kelly was known as Flounder. It was a joke that people were careful not to say around Kelly or Ariel because it was based on a pronunciation of her name and a reference and association that Ariel abhorred, but to many the nicknamed seemed to fittingly describe the way Kelly helpless followed Ariel around like a dogged sidekick ready to receive abuse. Those who took the time to actually point out any inaccuracies in the comparison because of the actual relationship between Ariel and Flounder were quickly silenced by way of “Shut up, it’s funny” and other such phrases.

One day, of course, Kelly got tired of being Ariel’s put upon lackey. The insults went just a hair too far, and while still desperate to cling to Ariel’s rising star, like Judas to Jesus, Kelly looked for a moment to betray her.

Kelly caught Ariel posing while looking in the full length mirror and smoking, something that was not at all unusual. With her eyes down lest she accidentally make eye contact with Ariel’s and catch another scolding for being distracting, Kelly quietly shuffled into the room with a tray of Ariel’s lunch at the ready. She carried the tray with a towel underneath it so she could slide it onto Ariel’s dressing table without making a sound. Ariel detested the sound of plastic hitting her fine mahogany vanity table.

All of Kelly’s caution was for naught however when she fell victim to Ariel’s signature heavy sigh.

“Do you have to step so loudly with your disgustingly fat feet?”

Kelly looked down at her feet, currently clad in a pair of comfortable and well padded old sneakers. She did not wish to look up as Ariel turned around to berate her fully.

“Seriously, I’m trying to concentrate, and that’s impossible to do when you insist on traipsing about her like an elephant. So please do me the favor and stop being such a loud, clumsy cow.”

“I’m sorry,” muttered Kelly, a token offering which received an eye roll from her employer. 

“Pathetic. You can’t even apologize properly.”

“I’m sorry, Ariel. I’ll be quieter next time. I know how important it is to not distract you. I just-umm… well… y-you wanted your lunch s-so I b-brough-“

“Stop stammering, you oaf. It’s annoying.”

“S-sor. Sorry.”

Kelly did her best to stand resolutely, even stomping her foot to steady herself, but all that did was make her belly bounce. 

Ariel eyed Kelly’s belly and the way the pudge pressed against the buttons of her blouse and rolled over the waistband of her slacks, slacks that were rather tightly stretched across her meaty thighs and broad butt. There was a lot of Kelly to take in at the moment (even if it was a fair bit less than there was just a month before) but Ariel’s eyes focused on that pesky belly. 

“Your pot belly is still there I see.”

“Y-yes,” stammered Kelly as her hands tentatively touched her most sensitive area. She couldn’t help but cringe as her fingers pressed against softness that she could never quite get rid of. The softness of her response, paired with the softness of her body, drew Ariel to continue her attack. 

She was never one to let a moment of weakness slip by unnoticed. 

“You haven’t bothered trying that juice cleanse I recommended.”

“I have. I have! In fact, I’ve lost a few pounds.”

“Not enough,” responded Ariel curtly as she sunk her index finger into Kelly’s flabby abdomen. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“I am.”

Unsatisfied with the answer, Kelly twisted her finger and slid her thumb underneath Kelly’s chubby belly roll in order to give it a hard pinch, which Kelly simply took. She was well used to this kind of prodding.

“You have to diet too, you know. A juice cleanse isn’t a miracle worker. You have to actually try to look good, Kelly Belly.”

“You’re right.”

Ariel smiled as she brought her cigarette to her lips. She briefly let go of Kelly’s belly and ran her hand along her own trim tummy as a means of drawing the comparison between the two. She blew a smoke ring practically right in Kelly’s face and then once again fiercely grabbed Kelly’s belly fat. She leaned in with a sneer on her face.

“Of course I’m right,” said Ariel as she lifted Kelly’s belly up and down, giving it a nice shake before letting it go and letting it settle once again. 

“You’ve got quite the jiggle there.”

“I know.”

“So do something about it.”

“I am.”

“Not enough, piglet,” snarked Ariel as she turned her attention to her lunch. 

That lunch consisted of a bacon double cheeseburger with sautéed mushrooms and avocado added to it along with a large order of sweet potato fries and an order of onion rings along with a small apple pie and a large Diet Coke. It was to many an unmitigated feast. 

It was an almost ritualistic thing for Ariel, not a habit, but certainly something she enjoyed busting out on occasion. 

On days like this, Ariel loved big meals and not even because she had any kind of special affinity for food. She loved the act of eating big meals because it was another display of power. Her gifted metabolism meant that this meal was going nowhere. For her there was no “moment on the lips lifetime on the hips”. With Ariel there was just a continuous parade of feasts and a perfect figure maintained with less than zero effort. Meanwhile, people like Kelly looked a fast food and gained several pounds. 

That’s why Ariel was eating such an elaborate meal in front of her assistant. She didn’t have an appetite for food as much of an appetite for control and humiliation. It wasn’t for sustenance. It was another one of her tools for subjugation. 

And Kelly was practically drooling as she eyed Ariel’s food much to the slim and sexy model’s delight. 

“Jealous, piglet?”

Kelly just swallowed and hung her head in shame, but even though the start of Kelly’s double chin obscured some of her neck, Ariel was still poised to go for the jugular. 

“Of course you are. You’re probably dreaming about stuffing your face right now. You want this food, my food. You want to pig out but you can’t. You know you’re not me. You’re barely fitting those pants as it were. If you were to eat all of this, those seams would pop. You want to feel your greedy belly with fast food even though you know it’s just going to settle on that belly forever. This is why your hips are so wide and your thighs are so thick. You’re a greedy, gluttonous piece of pudge. And you wish you had my metabolism.”

Ariel popped a handful of fries into her mouth and in a very unladylike manner talked with her mouthful. 

“This is nothing. I can eat all of this and more and suffer zero consequences. I’m blessed. It’s like I was chosen to have a perfect metabolism to go with my perfect figure. I’m gorgeous and always going to be gorgeous while you’re going to spend your whole life being a subservient loser constantly struggling with her weight and failing because you lack control. You’re weak. You’re pathetic, and that’s why you’re such a sloppy tub of lard.”

She moaned as she took a big bite of burger and let the juice ripple down her chin, catching it with a napkin before it could drip down into the canyon of her generous cleavage. She took a second large bite and then wiped her luscious lips with a second napkin. Then she offered the napkin to Kelly. 

“Want to clean up some of that drool you’re getting, fatty? I know you want this really badly, but your staring is embarrassing.”

Ariel chuckled to herself and then pushed a few more fries into her mouth before wiping the salt from her lips with her tongue. 

“This is sooooo good. I could eat this for three meals a day. Hell, I could eat it four times a day and it wouldn’t matter. My waistline would stay just the same.” Then she took her finger and spun an onion ring on it before tearing into the onion ring while looking directly into Kelly’s eyes. 

“This just really hits the spot. It’s just what I need after a long day of being a gorgeous and successful glamor model. I mean really, this whole spread, and I even get dessert. I’m such a lucky girl, a slim, sexy, lucky girl. Aren’t I? Don’t you wish you were me? You do. It’s okay. Everybody does.”

Slowly, Ariel reached for the container of fries and picked it up before holding it toward Kelly. She waved her hand back and forth making the fries jump around excitedly in the container. 

“Would you like one?”

Kelly’s eyes practically glazed over as she looked at the fries glistening in salt and oil. She was deaf to the rest of the world as the fries called to her. Their scent danced in her nostrils. Her mouth moved on its own as she imagined their taste. Without thinking, her arm slowly lifted itself as she reached out to grab one of the tasty morsel. 

And as soon as she did that, Ariel pulled the container away. 

“Well you can’t have one!”

Ariel let out a loud cackle. Then, in another display of dominance, she didn’t even bother using her other hand. She just opened wide and ate several of the fries straight out of the container. 

“I’m doing you a favor,” she said with her mouth still full. 

“Saving you from yourself really. I can afford to eat all of this. You can barely afford to look at it, tubs.”

With one hand, Ariel lifted the burger to her mouth and took another voracious bite of the juicy meal while picking up another fry with her other hand and waving it in front of Kelly like a judgmental magic wand.

“That look of awe on your face is appropriate. You should be jealous. Being jealous is the smartest thing you’ve done so far- not that there was a very high bar to pass for that. You recognize greatness. You recognize perfection. You recognize someone who is better than you could ever hope and dream to be. Here I am for you to marvel at, and you’re left with nothing but the crushing revelation that I get to sit here and enjoy an indulgent meal living my fabulous life with my exciting career, flocked by people who adore and worship me, with tons of money at my disposal to buy all the nicest things to keep my in luxury for all of my days while you’re stuck wallowing in your sad, pathetic, fat life. I’m everything. You’re a fat nothing, and that’s all it is and all it ever will be.”

With burger in hand, Ariel got up from her seat and waved her food under Kelly’s nose before gesturing down to her own impressive body.

“I’ve got everything I could ever want. I’ve got more money than I could ever need. I’ve got men wrapped around my finger. I get to spend my life enjoying endless parties and indulgent meals that I never had to pay for. I get to wear the sexiest outfits and look absolutely gorgeous in them, glamorous, elegant, phenomenal in every way. I get to do all these while heaving delicious meals like this, ones that are fattening to everyone else but me. And you’re a big fat loser who’s always going to be a big fat loser. The only thing that you can be sure about is that you’re going to get even fatter. I get to be perfect while eating like a pig, and you just look like one. You’re a pig for now and forever.”

Ariel laughed as she took another bite of her burger mere inches from Kelly’s face while looking her dead in her tear filled eyes.

“Oink. Oink. Piggy,” she said with a chuckle as she daintily sat back down in her seat.

Kelly’s blubbery belly shook as she practically doubled over while crying.

Ariel was merciless.

“And what are you going to do next? Quit on me? You’re going to just walk away. Bullshit. You can’t walk away. You need me. I’m your meal ticket, and you need a lot of meals, fatty. So you’re going to keep doing exactly what I say. When I say jump, you say how high. You’re going to be a good obedient little fat girl. You’ll run my errands. You’ll bring me my food. And if I want you to stand there and drool while I stuff myself with a big greasy feast and you watch and dream about being able to eat it without it sticking to your widening waistline, that’s what you’re going to do, piggy. That’s what you are, a piggy, my piggy, and if I ask you to oink you’ll do that too.”

Kelly’s sniveling sounded halfway to a snort. The tears flowed freely down Kelly’s chubby cheeks as she openly, and loudly, sobbed. The tears flowed freely down Kelly’s chubby cheeks as she openly, and loudly, sobbed. But there was no condolences to be found from Ariel, just a cold shoulder as she tucked back into her food.

“Now go ahead and cry somewhere else. It’s distracting me from my meal.”

There was a part of Kelly that was relieved that the tremendous tongue lashing she had just received seemed to be over, but she just couldn’t stop herself from crying. Kelly hung her head low and did as she was told. She shuffled out of the room and the sounds of her tears faded like a passing ambulance in the distance.

With no one to watch her now, Ariel was really able to eat like a pig. Part of her knew she shouldn’t. Kelly had already left. There was no need to show off anymore. But the food was here. It smelled delicious and tasted even better. Besides, her metabolism could easily handle it. It wasn’t like she was a tubby girl like Kelly cursed with a poor metabolism. She wasn’t going to make this thing a habit, not like a pig like Kelly or some of her friends. So yes, she would do what she always did, which was treat herself to exactly what she wanted. She dug right in.

Burgers were something of a weakness for Ariel. Of course, it was hard to say she really had a weakness at all. It’s not like the burgers ever did her any harm. She loved eating them. She loved getting big messy ones loaded with toppings, even though those were the kinds of burgers she would usually save just for eating at home. And thanks to her incredible metabolism, the burgers that bother most people never left a trace of fat on her. It was another reason she enjoyed eating them so much.

To say she ate with gusto would be an understatement. She absolutely attacked the burger. While still taking bites that were as large as or even larger than before, she ate more quickly, more recklessly. She was far too conscious of her dress to let anything ruin it, but she did break with her perfect posture to hunch over her vanity with her elbows up, and smatterings of sauce, burger meat, and assorted toppings did fall down onto the platter that it was served on. Whatever couldn’t be scooped up by a fry after the fact was quickly snatched up by her greedy fingers and stuffed into her mouth.

The rest of the fries went down in short order. Their salt coated Ariel’s tongue as she stuffed handful after handful into her mouth. She began to eat them using both hands, practically fighting herself to avoid attempting to shove two handfuls of fries into her mouth at the same time. And when she was out of fries, she switched to the onion rings. She tore into those, still somehow ravenous despite all of the food she had already consumed. 

The onion rings may have been Ariel’s favorite part even though she did know it meant she was due for a teeth brushing and an array of breath mints immediately after this extravagant meal was done. But that was a minor inconvenience for future Ariel. For now she just focused on the way the juicy onion rings danced on her tongue as she ate them. They were perfectly cooked with the right crisp and just the right amount of oiliness.  Eating onion rings made her feel bad in all the best of ways. They were a treasure that she savored as she ate one after another. It was like she couldn’t get enough even once they were finished, and even after she had already eaten so much. She felt like such a fatty, but she knew nobody else would ever even think of her in that way which brought a big smile to her grease stained face.

When the onion rings were gone, all that was left was the small handheld apple pie which she drew from its packing and held to her nose. She took a long deep sniff, absorbing the sweet smells of apple, cinnamon, and nutmeg. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as her teeth sunk into the pies flaky crust. It was like biting into a piece of heaven. Ariel didn’t even care about the crumbs that decorated her cheeks as she greedily shoved the pie into her mouth and rapidly consumed it. There was a part of her that really felt like a greedy sloppy pig, but in a way that made it all the more thrilling. Nobody was watching her be naughty, so why should she judge herself? She was beyond judgment anyway.

If anything, Ariel’s only regret was that the apple pie didn’t come with a scoop or two of ice cream. Ariel loved ice cream, and the thought of some at this moment had her licking her lips. Sure, she should have been outrageously full, but there was always room for ice cream. She made a mental note to have Kelly order her some to go with whatever her next meal would be. It would be so fun to eat ice cream in front of the jealous Kelly.

A small groan escaped her grease covered lips as she leaned back in her chair and let out a small, satisfied burp. She wanted to rest her hands on her abundant food baby and give herself a much needed belly rub, but she thought of the dress and reached for some napkins instead. It was when she was wiping the evidence of her wanton feast off of her slender hands that she noticed it.

The Diet Coke.

She had taken a few sips of her beverage, but had largely ignored it in favor of the burger and its companions. Now it stood alone, the last mountain for her to climb. Did she need to finish it? No. Was it a bad idea to attempt such a feat after all she had already eaten? Yes. Her strained stomach was already on the borderline of being painfully full. But was she going to finish? She always did. She had a reputation to uphold, even if it was just for herself. Her pride was on the line.

With a steel gaze set on her challenge, Ariel picked up the Diet Coke and brought it to her face. She wrapped her lips around the straw and began to suck, and suck, and suck. Like an expert, like a champion, she sucked the Diet Coke down until she heard the satisfying sound of the air bubbling through the dregs of her drink. A proud sense of accomplishment filled Ariel almost as much as the feast that she had just consumed.

After sucking down the remains of her Diet Coke, she let the large cup drop to the floor (spilling the ice and creating another mess for Kelly to clean up later) and let out another burp. Unlike before, this one was absolutely massive. It was loud and unladylike and decorated with the smell of greasy burger meat and onions. And it was immediately followed by a second one, like an aftershock after eating such a greasy, calorie laden feast. Ariel was glad that nobody else was around to hear her outbursts, she was already a little bit ashamed of herself, not for all the food she had eaten, but for the unpleasant expulsions of gas. It was like her one true flaw in that moment. But at least the food had been delicious, so the minor embarrassment from burping was worth it.

Finally content, Ariel brought her hands down to rest on her big bloated belly. She could feel how hard it was, how packed full of food and fizzy soda still bubbling around inside her.

Ariel groaned as she pushed herself up from her seat and then waddled, thanks to the weight of her bloated belly, over to the full length mirror to see just what she had done to herself.

She looked like a pregnant lady with her belly pushed out and straining the seams of her custom fitted dress. It was comical the way her previously slim stomach now stuck out in front of her. The food baby that filled it now made it tight as a drum. Ariel even tested that comparison with a few taps of her fingers, something that elicited another burp thanks to all of the gas from the soda bubbling up inside her. With a groan, Ariel dug her fingers into her stomach to ease it with a bit of a massage, laughing while she did so.

“What a charmed life I lead,” was the thought that ran through her head as her hands massaged her belly.

Slowly, she peeled off the dress, revealing her near perfect body with its one flaw being the now exaggeratedly bloated belly that she temporarily possessed. It didn’t even stick out past her generous boobs, but it still protruded quite a bit almost like a real pot belly. To remind herself of just how hot she was, Ariel turned so she could admire the reflection of her perfect perky ass which was of course untouched by all the food she had just eaten. Then she turned back around and rubbed her hands over her bloated belly as she let loose another big burp. She cradled her burger gut as she fished around for some silk pajamas. 

The silk pajamas were both gorgeous and luxuriously comfortable, perfect for someone of Ariel’s high status and standards. She loved admiring herself in the mirror looking as perfect in these pajamas as she did in everything else.

Then-

For a moment, she blinked and her reflection was entirely different.

For a moment she looked in the mirror and what was staring back at her was an absolutely obese hog of a woman, a rather rotund Ariel wearing food stained silk pajamas with her fat spilling out of them. The seams along her thighs had split to make room for her saddlebags. The sheer size of her globular gut and meaty love handles created a mighty muffin top of fat that spilled over the overtaxed waistband of her pajamas. But it wasn’t just that. The fat of her blubber belly also oozed through the gaps between buttons that her girthy gut had also caused. And not all of the buttons were there either. Some had clearly been blown off. Ariel’s face was fat and piggish, covered in food.

What was even worse, was that this big lumbering slob of an Ariel still had hunger in her eyes. She looked absolutely desperate for more food. She was a pathetic, helpless fatty. Looking in the mirror, Ariel could almost hear the rumbling of ceaseless hunger coming from her fat reflection. She could practically hear the pig that she was looking at oinking. This version of Ariel was so clearly a fat figure deserving of mockery.

Ariel might not have been a die-hard gym rat, but she was still somewhat active (if you considered flaunting her body on the beach sunbathing and going out clubbing in expensive, and tiny, designer dresses being active.) She sometimes went for walks when she wasn’t ordering around Kelly to just get her stuff for her. This version of her, this ghastly, grotesquely obese reflection, looked like a lifelong couch potato, a hog who did nothing but stuff her face day in and day out. She was disgusting in every way imaginable to Ariel. This reflection of her was her worst nightmare. It was everything she had ever laughed at and hated and more.

It should have been horrifying. Instead it just made her laugh as she shook her head and her reflection turned back to normal.

“It’s funny,” she said, this time thinking out loud. 

She looked back down at her food baby, back to her normal reflection, and then back down to her bloated stomach once again as she probed it with her hands.

“If people saw me like this it might be embarrassing. What a bad, bad, naughty little piglet they’d call me. They’d think I was a nasty little slob, a hot woman who had lost total control and was on her way to being a complete fatty. But they’ll never see my little food baby, my naughty little secret. I’ll just take a nap and this will all be gone. I might even treat myself to a milkshake later to celebrate. I’m perfect. Everything is perfect.”

But things would not be perfect forever. 

Tired from her feasting, Ariel drifted off into a pleasant nap. 

Later that night, an anxiously sleeping Kelly would dream of revenge. 

In her dream, Kelly was thin. Gone was the pot belly that had plagued her, the thick thunder thighs that were starting to rub together when she walked and the wide hips and broad backside that occasionally knocked things over when she wasn’t careful. Kelly was as slim and sexy as she was back when she was an eighteen year old cheerleader during her senior year of high school before her metabolism crashed, before she began her journey as a hopeless yo-yo dieter destined to be stepped on by others.

Back then Kelly’s life had felt full of so much promise. She was the one destined to conquer and control others, that was until her waistline widened, her pants ripped and her confidence cracked. After that it was all downhill, a spiral that led her to being Ariel’s dedicated yet abused toady. It was a bitter pill to swallow every day knowing that at one point she seemed on track to have a life so close to Ariel’s, and now she was just working for her as a fat underling.

But none of that mirror in the dream. In the dream she didn’t have a pot belly that bounced in front of her. She didn’t struggle with breasts that gave her back problems or the start of a double chin that always seemed to make itself known anytime someone was taking a candid picture of her. In the dream she was perfect.

The same could not be said for Ariel.

In the dream, things were quite reversed. Whereas Kelly had been the fat one, the pudgy and pouting assistant, and Ariel had been the slim, sexy and confident model, now the shoe was on the other fat foot. For every pound Kelly had lost, Ariel had gained it and then some.

Ariel’s previously flat tummy, was now a thick bulging pot belly with a generous roll of fat that hung over the waistband of her pants. Her unearned abs, once the ultimate symbol of her privilege, something she possessed without any effort or discipline were now gone. Her spongy stomach, no longer trim and taut, now looked like it deserved too. Her gut was globular, a sack of fat that pushed against the buttons of the blouse that she was wearing and oozed through the gaps that it created. Her trim waistline had widened out considerably thanks to the appearance of two thick love handles that hung like fatty slabs of meat from her side. The girth of her gut and love handles together forced the bottom of the blouse to rise up and expose her flabby flesh to the world. The lower roll of Ariel’s belly was clearly visible as it spilled out from underneath her blouse stretch marks and all. She sported a prominent pot belly that proudly introduced itself as it jiggled in front of her. Even the slightest bit of movement made her tubby tummy wobble like jello.

The breasts that Ariel had been so proud of had grown as well of course. But they were greatly outpaced by her blubbery belly. Her breasts were now massive mounds of flabby flesh that sagged downward onto the shelf of her globular gut. They were sacks of stretch mark covered fat that swung like pendulums when she walked. The flesh quivered with the slightest of movements, and her boobs put a massive amount of strain on the buttons of her blouse which gave a great view of her canyon of cleavage as a result. Her boobs had quite a lot of bounce in them. But she could never be proud of their size again thanks to the prodigious girth of her pot belly. Now all they could do was put strain on her fat back, a back that was also covered in rolls just like the rest of her flabby body.

Her previously toned thighs had thickened as well. They no longer gave Ariel the look of an athlete. Rather, they were weak looking thighs thickened by soft, lumpy flesh. Her thunder thighs had a cottage cheese like quality thanks to the cellulite that ravaged her once lean legs. These were the thighs she deserved. Ariel certainly hadn’t earned her muscular thighs by working out. They were an unfair advantage gifted to her by a cruel and uncaring universe, a privilege that had spoiled her rotten. These flabby thunder thighs that she was now sporting fit much better with the lazy and indulgent lifestyle she had treated herself too for far too long. These were the kind of thighs that stretched the seams of pants to the limit with their sloppy saddlebags. Her thick thighs shook, and the fat slapped together with each ponderous step. 

The fat in her legs dripped downward, and it was not just her thighs that had gotten swollen with fat. Even her calves and ankles had grown to the point where a future filled with cankles was clear and imminent. Her feet had grown fatter as well and were no longer suitable for being showcased in stilettos thanks to her plump sausage toes. Her fatter, wider feet were not confined to more comfortable and significantly less fashion forward footwear that better fit someone with her fatter figure. They were big and bloated just like the rest of her.

Ariel’s ass had also grown to the point of being the kind of broad swinging shelf of fat that was more than capable of knocking things off of tables. Each of her previously toned cheeks with their unearned perkiness had been replaced by sloshing sacks of sagging fat. Her butt had ballooned with each of her chunky cheeks covered in cellulite and full of the flabby fat that had turned her perfect posterior into a doughy dumper. Her bloated blubber butt was a clear point of humiliation as it fought to pop out of the back of her overtaxed pants. Once she had the appropriately head turning ass of a popular and successful model. Now she had a wide load ass with the sag of a broken down mack truck. Nobody could possibly mistake her for an athlete with the ass of a lifelong couch potato. Her globular glutes far better suited her situation than the toned and beautifully round rump that she had lucked herself into. 

In the same vein of her blubbery butt and her lumpy legs, Ariel’s arms had also fallen victim to her indulgent lifestyle and now lacked any signs of being lithe or muscular. They were flabby limbs with wobbling bingo wings. The fat that had lumped itself onto her previously toned biceps now threatened to roll over her elbows. They were soft as marshmallows and sagged like overused pillows. Even her wrists had grown thicker with fat, and her arms now culminated with chubby hands that had sausage fingers to match her sausage toes. They were the hands of a greedy fatty, everything that Ariel actually was. She looked like the kind of person whose chubby fingers were constantly groping for food, snatching up french fries and tearing off slices of pizza on her way to working through an entire pie. There was nothing delicate about her anymore. They were not model arms. The only people who would want to take pictures of them were fat fetishests eager to enjoy Ariel’s downfall. Her fat, weak arms with her blubbery bingo wings would be perfect for them. They were the arms of someone who spent her days greedily stuffing her face.

That face had seen better days. The face of a model was gone and had been replaced by one more akin to a pig. Every part of her once flawless face was covered in bloated, greasy fat. Her previously high cheekbones had disappeared under layers of fat that made her cheeks chubby and gave her jiggly jowls. Her previously defined jawline was gone as well, lost to the swelling of a doughy double chin that drooped downward and covered a sizable portion of her thickened neck. Even her forehead seemed to have gained a bit of added fat giving her a much duller look. Her nose had grown wider and developed a far more bulbous nature that truly contributed to her piggish nature. Her eyes added to that as well. Thanks to the chunky nature of her cheeks, her bloated face with its greasy skin made her eyes look beady. But her eyes had changed far more than that.

Ariel looked lost. Her eyes betrayed her lack of confidence. It was clear that behind them she lacked the same cunning and intelligence she had once possessed. Now she had the eyes of a submissive loser.

She had the eyes of someone who was afraid.

Kelly loved it.

She thought back to every cruel word Ariel had ever said to her, every judgmental glare, every humiliating errand she was forced to perform. She remembered all the times that Ariel made her look at her, made her practically worship her body. Kelly remembered all the times that Ariel went out of her way to flaunt her figure and stuff her face in front of her just to make her jealous. Most importantly, she remembered the feeling of every time Ariel ever touched her fat, every poke, slap, pinch and jiggle.

Now it was her turn to walk around Ariel, to be the shark circling its prey. She was salivating at the thoughts of what she could do to her former boss now that she was the one in control, now that she was the slim and sexy one and Ariel was reduced to the doughy, dumpy assistant.

She started with a flick of Ariel’s flabby belly.

“Not exactly in tip top shape, are we?”

Then she gleefully pinched Ariel’s love handles.

“Someone’s looking mighty hefty here.”

Kelly’s hand danced along the fat rolls of Ariel’s lower back and then slid downward until it cupped one of the chunky cheeks that made up her well cushioned ass. Her hand was like a scale as she weighed the full mass of the flabby ass cheek. She felt the fat ooze through her fingers which brushed against her cellulite. She lifted her hand up and down, sizing the fat girl’s fat ass out and and watching as the movement made the rest of Ariel’s flabby body undulate in time.

“Yup. Definitely a lot of heft, a lot of weight, a lot of FAT. You’ve got one fat ass here, Wide Load. Some real chunky cheeks, a nice doughy dumper.”

She kept massaging Ariel’s ass cheeks. Her little scale game was her favorite. She kept playing with them like her hands were scales that just wouldn’t balance like her ass was lumpy and lopsided with fat. She loved the feel of the softness, the way the fat squished between her fingers. She loved the feeling of that fat ass, and the smell of Kelly’s fear as she played with her blubbery cheeks.

It made her moan.

Kelly suddenly let go of the blubber butt cheek and let it bounce. Then, after it had jiggled enough and settled back into place, she gave Ariel a hard spank causing her piggy to squeal and the fat to fly all over again. She couldn’t get enough of it. She loved the sound her hands made as they slapped the flabby flesh of Ariel’s ass cheeks. She loved the way they bounced with each spank, and so she did it over and over and over again. It wasn’t just that Areil’s butt was so bloated and perfect for spanking and playing with. An even bigger thrill came from the fact that she was powerless and unable to stop Kelly from doing whatever she wanted.

And she wanted so much.

SPANK!

“Suey! You really should be ashamed of yourself, letting yourself go like this. You just couldn’t stop stuffing your greedy face, could you? Had to have that double cheeseburger. Had to have fries AND onion rings. Who does that? A greedy glutton, a pig. That’s what you are now, a big fat pig. You’re the disgusting one. You’re the blubbery one. You’re the fatty, Fatso.”

Her hand poked and flicked at the folds of fat on Ariel’s back as it worked its way back to her blubbery belly. Then her hand sunk into the saggy flesh as she gave Ariel’s gooey gut and harsh squeeze.

“Look at this gut! Look at this! This is what you get for stuffing your face constantly with fattening food, thinking you could get away with it unlike the rest of us. This is the price of being so greedy, a big fat pot belly. Eat like a pig and look like a pot-bellied pig, you sloppy sow. You wanted this. You wanted to gorge yourself, to eat like an absolute hog. Well, here you are, piggy. Happy now? Or just hungry?”

Kelly dug in with both hands. Her fingers squeezed harder as the fat oozed through her excited fingers. She began to heave the heavy belly up and down. As the sack of fat shook, so did the rest of Ariel’s fat body. Her breasts swung from side to side. Her flabby thunder thighs and fat ass cheeks flopped about and clapped together. Her arm fat quivered and even her fat face with her jiggly jowls and doughy double chin wobbled.

“You deserve this, Butterball. You deserve to be this fat fucking pig. You deserve to be lugging around all this blubber. Hell, lugging your fat body around now is more of a workout than you ever got before. Too bad for you that it’ll all be worthless because you can’t stop stuffing your face. All the food you ate, all the bad karma you racked up, all the lack of actual effort that you failed to put in because you happened to be a genetic freak who hit the lottery, it’s all coming back to bite you in your big fat ass, and I’m glad. I love seeing you like this. This is exactly what you were meant to be, fat and miserable, a big blubbery baby, a fat loser. This- This is what you’ve actually earned!”

Kelly let all of her frustrations out on Ariel’s fattened body as she continued to shake it. 

“You’re a pig. You’re a pig! You’re a big fat greedy pig! And I want to hear you act like one. So pink for me, piggy. Oink. Oink!”

There was no hesitation on Ariel’s part. The submissive fatty had no will to do anything but what she was told just like the good little fat girl that she was. 

“Oink. Oink,” she practically whispered. 

“Louder!”

“Oink! Oink!” she snorted in fear. 

Ariel tried to protest, but her words were just more helpless squeals. She tried to run away, but her gait was nothing more than a slow ponderous waddle, and Kelly was quick to catch up.

“I didn’t say I was done with you, Piggy. Oink some more. Oink some more.”

“Oink! Oink!” Ariel kept doing as she was told, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness as Kelly’s hands went back to probing her body, pinching her fat, jiggling it.

Kelly pressed herself up against Ariel, practically rubbed herself all over Ariel’s fat flabby body as if she was a cat. She purred with delight as she enjoyed her revenge. Ariel’s oinking was like music to her ears. 

And as Kelly finally rolled over and settled into a good night’s sleep, she did so with a smile on her face, hoping for a future that was still a long way off. 

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Chapter 2

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Ariel rolled out of bed with ease. Her slinky body slipped out of her silk sheets and curved to the floor in a gentle arc that made her look like a dancer. Her dainty feet gently touch down on the cozy carpet, and she soon alighted from the bed and practically pranced over to her vanity mirror. 

As she shook her head, Ariel’s blonde curls fell perfectly into place as if she was a Disney princess, and she smiled at herself as she admired the perfect lips that rested on the rest of her perfect face. She allowed herself to get lost for a moment in the subtle curves of her angular cheeks, the cuteness of her button nose and the delicate nature of her chin. 

She couldn’t help but blow herself a kiss. 

Then, her daily physical affirmation continued as her slender hands moved down the sloped sides of her hourglass figure. She enjoyed the ways her hands naturally moved inward and then out again as she traced the curve of her hips. It was like running her hands over the curves of a fine automobile, something gorgeous, tuned to absolute perfection. She enjoyed the way her hands cupped the toned cheeks of her luscious, heart-shaped and slightly supple butt. It had just the right amount of tantalizing give to it without a hint of stretch or sag.

Once she was done inspecting her immaculate ass, Ariel brought hands around her thighs, feeling the muscles instinctively tense as her fingers danced along them. Then, she slid her fingers up the front of her thighs until they began to lift up the hem of her silk nightie. She gently, slowly, pulled her nightie up until it was past her belly button, then higher until it was almost to her breasts. With her entire abdomen exposed to the mirror, Ariel had another piece of her beautiful body to shamelessly admire.

Her lips parted in a soft moan that turned itself into a playful laugh as her fingers traced the faint outline of unearned muscle. What a marvelous joke on the world it was, these fantastic abs, these sexy and tight curves that had taken nothing more than lottery winning genetics to achieve. As her fingers proudly prodded at the muscles on her stomach she thought about all of those poor, lesser, women out there who struggle to lose those last ten pounds, who can’t even look at pasta without developing a pooch. She thought of all the hard work they had to go through just to look not even half as good as her. Hell, she thought of all the actors who lived in the gym to get in shape for superhero movies, getting shredded only to blow up a bit once shooting was done. They should see her and be jealous just like everyone else-

Especially Kelly.

Ariel laughed again as she thought of how humiliated she had made her fat assistant feel. She knew that fat lazy pig definitely deserved it. She had enjoyed dressing her down, showing how much she could eat in front of Kelly and making her incredibly jealous. She loved flaunting her body whether it was in front of her fat loser assistant Kelly, her easily jealous friends, total strangers, or even just herself in the mirror.

As Ariel continued to inspect her abs she thought back to all the food she had eaten yesterday and laughed again. What a pig she had been. Slim and sexy Ariel had eaten like an absolute fat girl, gone whole hog as it was, and there wasn’t a shred of evidence of it on her body, not even a bit of bloating or some water retention thanks to all the salt in her meal. It was like all of those calories she had consumed had disappeared, evaporated into the ether never to be seen again. Plenty of people would have proclaimed it to be magic, but Ariel knew it was just another case of her good genes, another sign that she was truly blessed, truly better than everyone else.

She blew her abs a kiss.

And then Ariel let her nightie fall back down and instead cupped her generous breasts in her hands. She left the feeling of their size yet gravity defying firmness in her hands. She felt so beautiful as she closed her eyes and caressed her chest. Another moan left her mouth and she found her hands trailing up her slender neck until they landed back on her delicate facial features.

She effortlessly tossed her hair over her shoulders a few times just to play around with it and then turned to skip over to her closet. As she did so, Ariel couldn’t help but turn her head back over her shoulder to catch the reflection of her shapely ass in the mirror. She loved the way it playfully stretched the back of her nightie just the right amount, and she blew her beautiful butt a kiss too.

For a moment as she sauntered over to her closet, Ariel imagined what it would be like to be like most other people. She pictured herself with a tubby, untoned tummy, the kind of pasty little paunch that stuck itself out and made fitting into decent pants a chore with the way it insisted on pushing and popping the button. Ariel touched her abs again as she imagined a muffin top poking over the edges of one of her designer skirts now too tight because of her wider hips and grown ass. 

She pictured her beautiful bubble butt bubbling up way too much, bloating with blubber and sagging down onto the backs of thicker thunder thighs. It was an absurd little daydream, picturing herself getting even a little chubby let alone completely fat. Fat was for weak people, losers, not her. Nonetheless, she continued to entertain the thoughts as she casually perused the many offerings of her richly filled closet. 

After selecting her outfit for the day, a fabulous designer silk blouse and some gorgeous slim cut pants to further flatter a figure that needed no help in this regard, Ariel set her clothes aside and headed to take her usual morning shower.

One of Ariel’s favorite things to do was to get naked. 

She loved the feel of clothes sliding off her toned body, and what she loved even more was the way she looked naked. Being in the nude and admiring herself was one of Ariel’s favorite activities. Anytime she was free of clothing meant that she could admire her beautiful body in even more detail, and bathing was an experience that she found exceptionally luxurious and fitting for her highly cultured status. 

At night she would make the time for long bubble baths, candle lit affairs with soothing music and an array of scented oils. She admired her beauty even then, lifting her long legs out of the water one at a time and watching the water drop off of them before running her hands up and down her slender ankles, and toned calves. She loved to watch the way her breasts float in the water and playfully covered up her nipples with the bubbles watching as they slowly and tantalizing melted away revealing her raised and aroused nipples once again. Then she’d touch herself there and everywhere else. She loved her baths.

But mornings were for showers.

She loved the feeling of that initial spray as it burst forth and washed across her face. Ariel felt the water run down her chin and her neck as it dribbled down to her chin. It ran down her chest and slid between her breasts, dripping through her cleavage and down to her navel and below. The water ran down between her legs, and she loved the first moments of this. Then Ariel stood there for a long moment and felt the pressure of the hot water against her skin as the steam wrapped itself around her, enveloping her. She closed her eyes and took it all in. Her breasts swayed slightly and moved up and down with each deep, slow breath that she took.

Slowly, her fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around her soap, and she rubbed that soap all over her toned body. She loved the feel of her soapy hands sliding over and lathering up her muscles. As she worked her way up and down she gave herself a generous massage, especially focusing on her legs. She slid her hands between her thighs and moaned as she felt the warm water mix with the soap as she touched her perfectly sculpted legs.

What a goddess she was.

After her legs were done being washed, she left one hand down there as she ran the other hand up her toned torso and began to work the soap into her bountiful breasts. She felt their weight and then danced her fingers around her nipples, stroking them, flicking them, pinching them. The pressure felt so good and was matched by the pressure of her other hand between her legs. 

She finished with a shudder and then let the hot water just keep rushing over her. It was a perfect moment, a regular ritual that she always cherished. And when she got out of the shower she made sure to wipe off the fogged up mirrors so she could admire her slim, sexy, dripping wet naked body one last time.

When she was done with the shower and dressed, it was time for Ariel to have breakfast. Sure, she was going to be having brunch with her friends in just a few hours, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want something to nibble on first. That was one of the many joys in Ariel’s life. She could eat a little breakfast, and by the time she got to brunch she would still be flawless and ready to eat and drink with her friends. Then she’d take a little siesta at some point and be ready to go out again for dinner and a night of partying. After that she’d wake up in the morning to the same reflection she had just spent her time admiring and enjoy having another perfect day.

The breakfast that she enjoyed on this day consisted of a piece of avocado toast and a peanut butter and banana smoothie, neither of which she had made herself. Ariel was not one for manual labor of any kind, let alone dirtying and cleaning dishes after making food. That was for poor people. When she wasn’t dining out at the finest restaurants, she was ordering in, and this was one of her favorite breakfast orders.

Ariel knew that avocados were the good kind of fat, and she enjoyed having it smeared across whole wheat toast, but her favorite parts of this meal were the feta cheese crumble, the bacon bits, and the beautifully runny fried egg that rested on top. The bacon and eggs is what took what could have been a rather light breakfast and put it over the top. She loved the feeling of the runny yolk dribbling down her chin just before she dabbed it up. It was such a small thing but felt like the height of indulgence.

As she munched on the avocado toast, Ariel’s mind wandered yet again. She pictured herself being really bad and getting herself a dripping bacon egg and cheese on a bagel, something really greasy, a calorie bomb loaded with extra bacon and cheese and served with a side of loaded tater tots, tasty morsels topped with more cheese, gravy, each dressing scallions, and- of course- more bacon. 

She pictured herself stuffing her face and bloating accordingly, with her flat belly ballooning outward, inflating with fat, stretching the buttons on her blouse until the popped open and revealed the bloated gut that promptly plopped into her lap, a lap formed by two thickening thunder thighs that now squished together. She could almost feel herself rising out of the seat of her chair as her ass got bigger with two chunky cheeks that served as fat filled cushions. 

In the daydream, none of that stopped her from eating though. She kept taking bite after bite no matter how much fatter she got, how much messier her clothes became or how much of the fabric ripped. She kept indulging until she was done with the avocado toast. 

Then she blinked again and got a hold of herself. She didn’t need any of that other stuff of course, the avocado toast was delicious enough. 

Her smoothie was equally delicious. Normally she would have gone with a fruit smoothie, like a strawberry or banana, but this morning Ariel felt like being bad so she went with something that was more of a calorie bomb. There was maybe a small voice in the back of her head somewhere that warned her, that said she should be careful and not make this kind of thing a habit, but that tiny voice was quickly drowned out by the sounds of her slurping up the last bits of her smoothie.

Ariel finished off her meal with a quiet but satisfied burp which caused her to chuckle and coquettishly touch her napkin to her luscious lips.

What a naughty little piglet she had been.

That was the thought that entered Ariel’s mind and then swiftly flew away again. She stood up and ran her hands over her slightly bloated belly. She admired her new food baby in the nearest mirror without a care. She knew it would be gone again within ninety minutes which meant she would be in perfect form again just in time to eat brunch. That way, her friends would once again be stuck looking at her and being jealous.

Making her friends jealous wasn’t difficult for Ariel. After all, she was so much better than them.

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Eleanor used to be a model. Hell, she used to go by Ellie too until Ariel decided that she had gotten too fat for a name like Ellie and that Eleanor was a much better fit, Eleanor the Elephant, Enormous Eleanor. And it was all true.

She was extremely fat.

The woman who had once been Ellie, and who had once been a slim and sexy supermodel was now outrageous out of shape, an extremely obese woman who struggled just with getting out of bed in the morning. Her massive legs, exemplified by two tree trunk-like thunder thighs, got caught in her cheap, sweat soaked cotton sheets. It wasn’t even that hot out. Her bloated body just generated that much heat which meant her sheets were constantly sticking to her fat rolls,   and there were lots of fat rolls to stick to.

By the time her fat feet touched the cold hard floor of her rundown apartment, it was like a waterfall of fat spilled over the edge of her bed. The force of her fat feet hitting the floor caused the fat to ripple up her body, starting with her fat cankles and spreading to her thunder thighs. But the moment forward caused that jiggling to start working its way back down. It was like a tide going in and out in waves of fat that shook as Eleanor struggled to get herself out of bed. Her massive thighs finally swung all the way outward, and then one of her big bloated butt cheeks escaped over the side of the bed. Then she managed to get herself completely onto her side and her big blubbery belly started to slosh over as well. It was a big heavy weight, and while she was on her back that big gut of hers served to press her deeper into her old worn out mattress. But once it finally got moving it was like it had a will of its own, and that will was incredibly strong given its voluminous size.

Her gut swung fiercely and spilled over the edge of the bed. That amount of burberry body weight gave Eleanor the considerable amount of momentum that she needed to reach to get herself out of bed. The sack of fat that was her stomach kept sway and sagged downward hanging in such a way that it threatened to take her all the way down to the floor, but Eleanor managed to get her other lard filled leg underneath her, and with one of her fat arms she clung to the bed for dear life. Her entire body wobbled as she steadied herself, and she still had to peel out of the rest of her sheets and felt very much like a big pork roll forcibly escaping its wrapping.

It was a challenge for sure given how out of shape she was, and she almost fell over several more- needing to brace herself on the bed with her arms which caused a considerable amount of jiggling when it came to the fat of her bingo wings- but eventually she got herself completely free.

Once she had finally managed to extract her fat body from the sweaty sheets, the obese Eleanor wobbled some more as she steadied herself on her two fat feet and then stood upright. Well, she at least stood as upright as her slumped over shoulders would allow her. Her previously perfect posture had taken a real hit thanks to the sheer weight of all the pounds she had packed on over the years, constantly pulling her down. She was a large and largely defeated woman, but at least she had managed to get herself out of bed. Then came the next part she dreaded-

Getting dressed.

As she waddled toward her closet, Eleanor couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. She would have rather not seen her reflection, but keeping plenty of mirrors around her apartment and checking out her body was an old holdover from her days as a model. Some days she thought that perhaps if she looked in the mirrors often enough, one day she would see something different, one day she would realize this had all been a horrible nightmare and she would wake up and be slim and confident again. But as she looked her body over in the mirror she realized that all of this fat was frighteningly real.

Eleanor was dressed in nothing more than an old cotton bra that had seen better days and a pair of tired granny panties that were fraying at the edges and giving her a constant wedgie thanks to the bite of her blubbery butt cheeks. Wearing so little meant that there was a lot to see in the reflection of the mirror. What could be seen was only limited by the mirror itself and the width of her body which expanded beyond its bounds. Her gluttonous girth therefore could not be contained by her reflection, but everything else that was there could be measured by her own fat hands. 

She had a big blubbery double belly. That had been where the majority of the weight she had gained gathered since the day the first few pounds had appeared on her once slender waist. Now the abs that she had once taken so much pride in and worked so hard for were long gone, replaced by a flabby apron of fat that quivered at the slightest motion and sagged so far down toward her fat knees that it obscured most of her panties. Her gut was a sure fire sign of the gluttony that had overtaken her life just like her belly now overtook the waistband of any pants she tried to wear. Or was a sad sack of fat that hung about uselessly and served only to get in the way and make even the simplest tasks in life difficult. 

Her butt was another problem entirely. The bloated backside was made up of two blubbery cheeks that were constantly trying to devour whatever underwear she had on. Her colossal cheeks were filled with chunky fat and covered in cellulite. They were redundantly round and yet had so much give to it that she wouldn’t call them attractive. No. To her they just looked sad. It was especially sad to think about how fat they had gotten and how far she had come from the tight heart-shaped ass that she used to have. She used to have a wonderful butt that could turn heads, and now just had a colossal broken down dump truck of an ass that was perfect for knocking things off of tables when she turned around. Her butt was once a point of pride, and now it was a point of constant embarrassment. Her flabby ass sagged sadly downward onto her fat thighs. 

Those thunder thighs were, like the rest of her, massive. Once upon a time, back when she was a model, her legs were long and lean. She had worked hard to get her legs into the perfect shape, muscular and toned but not overly bulky. They gave her a confident strut on the runway and made posing for photoshoots a breeze. 

Now her legs were dominated by her thunder thighs. They were great big jiggling tubes of fat. Her flabby thighs shook with every movement. Their fat slapped and rubbed together constantly. Her strut wasn’t just gone. She didn’t even really walk any more. She waddled. Her thighs were so damn fat that her stance was too wide to do anything but waddle when she moved. And that movement was limited. Eleanor was just too fat and moving was just too tiring so she found herself doing it less and less that fatter she got. Even standing right now meant that her cankles were starting to swell just from this small bit of exertion.

Eleanor’s arms had grown heavy as well. At one point she had beautifully toned biceps. Now they were just bulging bingo wings. She had flabby jiggly arms that were now pathetically weak. It wasn’t like Eleanor used to be a powerlifter or anything, but she had strength. Now her weak flabby arms just made her feel helpless. Her bingo wings were the bulkiest parts of her bulky arms, but she also had fat wrists and chubby hands that ended in fat clumsy fingers. It seemed like she dropped an awful lot of things except for food. Her arms were always good at lifting food and getting it to her fat face. 

Her breasts had grown somewhat, but as she examined them in the mirror she couldn’t help but groan. They had grown enough to make her back hurt, and they now had plenty of sag and stretch marks. But the biggest problem she had with them was that every other part of her fat body had blown up so much that her breasts looked smaller even if they were technically larger. They were just fatter and flabbier, and if she wasn’t wearing the bra they’d be flopping down under her belly like fat stretched out pancakes. They were fat and they were sad, and they made her sad. 

Eleanor looked up from her blubbery breasts and caught the reflection of her face in the mirror. Of all the parts of her previously slim and sexy body, the biggest changes might have been in her face. Eleanor had had a hot body, but her face was her money maker. Her face was angelic once. She had high cheekbones, bright eyes and a beautiful smile. She radiated confidence. 

Now her cheekbones were gone, permanently hidden by chubby cheeks that drooped into jiggly jowls, and her narrow chin was gone as well. She now sported a great big doughy double chin, a neon sign telegraphing just how fat she had gotten. There was no good angle that she could find to disguise how fat her face had gotten. Her face was just so round and fat. It made her feel like a pig. 

But the worst part was the way her confidence had left her eyes. Eleanor looked at her face, the bags under her eyes, and she could just see the way the sadness had taken her over. She hung her head and all the dis was make her doughy double chin inflate even more. 

Eventually, she couldn’t take it any more and turned her fat face away from the mirror, hid as best she could from her reflection and waddled over to her closet. 

Eleanor used to wear nothing but designer clothes, and even then she had quite the assortment to choose from. Back when she was a slim and sexy supermodel, anything that she wore looked good on her. She loved to wear slinky dresses, ones that were cut short and made for perfect flirty cocktail dresses and ones that were long flowing gorgeous ball gowns . She wore tight jeans and even leather pants. She had beautiful silk blouses and crop tops that showed off her glorious abs. 

Now her outfits were far more limited to things that had a lot of stretch to it. Most of the time around the house she wore sweatpants, frequently the same ones. When she took trips to the store she might wear some stretchy leggings and an oversized hoodie to try to accommodate her bulk as best as possible. But for today, for brunch with Ariel and their friend Penelope, Eleanor would have to wear a dress, and so she settled for a baby blue muumuu that had plenty of give even as it clung to every single roll of fat, every fold of flabby flesh. 

It would have to do. 

Of course, as she pulled the muumuu out of the closet, she got a whiff of her armpit. That’s when she realized that after a night of being so fat that she sweated through her sheets, she couldn’t just put on the muumuu and call it a day. With a heavy sigh she regretfully resigned herself to the fact that she needed a shower. 

Eleanor used to find bathing to be a luxurious experience. She used to love spending an untold amount of time with her scented soaps and body oils, her nights lit by candles as she relaxed with soothing music. 

Now baths were pretty much out of the question. With her body as big as it was, as heavy as it was, getting up and down and in and out of the bathtub was far too much of a hassle. It was showers or bust and even showers she hated because even showers were work. 

The first thing she hated about getting into the shower was the fact that she had to get naked. Eleanor used to love being naked. There was a time when it was her preferred way of sleeping. But now… Now that she was so fat she despised seeing herself naked. At least when she had underwear on she could feel like she had some sense of dignity. But there was something about the way her flat but heavy udders sagged with her sad nipples pointing downward that made her feel humiliated even when she was the only one in the room. She never felt fatter than when she was naked. When she was free from her clothes she just felt like a prisoner in her own fat body. 

After getting naked, Eleanor had to make her way into the shower itself. This was easier said than done. The glass door to the shower she had in her small bathroom was- well- small. She would have been far more suited for a shower with a curtain she could draw back, but when she first started renting this apartment she was fat but still far thinner than she was at this moment, and the shower door hadn’t been a problem then. Now she couldn’t afford to give up the apartment so she had to put up with sucking in as best as possible and squeezing herself through the shower door all the while dressing the day when she was too fat to do that and ended up taking the door off its hinges. 

Once she popped herself into the shower and was able to relax again she was confronted with the difficult task of actually soaping up and washing down her obese body. 

This took a considerable amount of effort because Eleanor had to settle for using only one hand to actually put soap on her body while her other hand was committed to lifting up the multitude of fat rolls that comprised her obese and flabby body. Every fold of fatty flesh needed careful tending to because those were the places where sweat tended to get trapped the most. And once she got to the underside of her double belly and below, her bathing took even longer because she could no longer see what she was doing and had to rely purely on feel. 

That was the part she hated the most, the way she was forced to touch her soft body over and over again, blindly groping around like a fat fool exploring her flabby flesh desperately for far too long just to make sure that she had some semblance of cleanliness. Being fat was one thing, but she couldn’t stomach the idea (no matter how large her stomach was) of being fat AND gross. So she labored under the pressure of the steaming hot water as it beat against her bare skin. She ran her fingers through every fold of fat and across every stretch mark and dimple of cellulite. 

It was humiliating to not be able to see her hands as it disappeared between the meaty walls of her fat thunder thighs because she couldn’t see past the shelf of her sagging double belly. And she always did a poor job of cleaning her lower legs, especially her cankles and fat feet, because she was worried that bending over too much would cause her to fall over thanks to the weight of her tremendous blubbery belly and her hanging udders. 

Her breasts took both of her fat hands to clean one at a time. She shuddered as she worked them. The way she massaged her nipples with the soap was one of the few times she lingered because of anything remotely close to pleasure, and it was one of the few times she had been pleasurably touched in quite a while. She worked her soft sagging breasts with her hands and let out a soft moan of pleasure and shame before she let them hang back down like flabby pendulums resting on her blubbery belly shelf. 

She also had great difficulty cleaning her back. As she did so she remembered the humiliating day she first had to buy a special rod so that she could adequately reach back there and get everything. Still, she did it. She cleaned every fold, every crevice. She soaped up her massive ass, felt the fat ooze between her fingers as she squeezed and massaged the pillowy flesh. 

Then she had to do most of the process again to finish rinsing herself off. That’s when she focused on how the water felt on her soft, supple, naked skin. She didn’t even get to truly enjoy it though. Showering took so long and she spent so much time cleaning her flabby obese body that she often ran out of hot water by the time she was done. 

After that she exited, fat and cold and tried to wrap herself as best she could in a beach towel that she had to use instead of a standard bath towel given her girth and go through the task of trying to dry herself off, something else that took a long time because of the sheer amount of water that now covered her massive body and the way it trapped itself in her blubbery folds. 

She had to lift them all again, and as she did she was thankful that the steam from the shower had steamed up her bathroom mirror so she didn’t have to suffer the indignity of watching herself do this. Slowly, Eleanor worked the water out of every fold until she felt she was dry enough to put on her clothes and not feel worried that she would immediately look like a sweaty mess thanks to any leftover patches of water clinging to her fat body. 

After Eleanor’s arduous shower, she held the muumuu in front of her for a long time. She stared at the tent of a dress and knew that it would soon be stretched out and clinging to the folds of her fat body. Even with its forgiving stretch, she would still feel fat as hell with it on. She would much rather be lounging around in comfortable sweats, but for brunch with friends, especially Ariel, Eleanor knew she needed to wear something nicer. And this muumuu was technically one of the nicer things she owned. 

Sure enough, the muumuu fit like Eleanor knew it would and she felt like a ten pound sack of bologna squeezed into a five pound back. The fabric stretched, but it also wrapped itself around her blubbery belly and clung to her the underside of her double belly to really show off how massive it was. And it stretched across her bloated butt in a way that made it look even more unflattering. But it would have to do. 

It would have to do. 

That was Eleanor’s life now. Once she lived a life of glamour and privilege, and now she lived a life of settling. When she was slim and sexy everything was easy, and now everything was a struggle. But she had to put up with it. So she did. She soldiered on, even as her stomach rumbled with hunger. 

Slowly, Eleanor waddled over to her kitchenette and wondered about having breakfast. Her gluttonous gut was demanding it, but she chastised her greedy belly because she knew she was just going to go to brunch soon anyway. 

But the hunger was persistent, and Eleanor was powerless to resist for long. So eventually she threw open her fridge and threw some leftover hash from yesterday on a plate with a big squeeze of ketchup and threw it in the microwave. While that was heating up she threw some deli meat and cheese on a few pieces of white bread and threw that in the toaster oven for a quick breakfast sandwich. 

She was thankful nobody was there to watch how quickly she inhaled her breakfast, and she considered herself lucky that she had managed to eat her food without getting a ketchup or grease stain on her muumuu. But she still felt like a pig, and the worst part was that she knew she would still feel bloated come brunch time, and she would still stuff her face anyway. 

In her head, dreams of brunch circled about. She pictured rich ricotta pancakes, chicken and waffles, biscuits and gravy, and eggs Benedict on toast with extra hollandaise sauce. Eleanor’s mouth watered as she thought about bacon and sausage rolled up balls of goat cheese dressed in honey. 

She could taste all of those flavors dancing on her tongue long after she had finished her own breakfast. She pictured the tang of mimosas and bloody Marys. And then she imagined herself consuming dessert, a delicious chocolate mousse served with a side of vanilla ice cream smothered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup. 

Unfortunately, she could also easily imagine Ariel laughing at her, calling her names and oinking at her while she stuffed her fat face. This was the cycle of her friendship, and she often wondered why she kept subjecting herself to this level of toxicity. Then she reminded herself that Ariel paid the bills including the tab for brunch, and it was enough to refocus Eleanor’s mind on the amount of bottomless mimosa that she would be making sure she enjoyed. 

She really needed a drink. 

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Eleanor insisted on getting to the restaurant first for a number of reasons. One, getting there first meant she could have her choice of chair and could pick the sturdiest one and sit in the best possible lighting. Two, it meant that she had more time to look at the menu to decide what she wanted to eat. Three, she could get her drinking started early. And finally, it meant that she could avoid having to make any kind of grand entrance.

She was happy to leave the grand entrance to Ariel who would definitely be attending fashionably late- another thing Eleanor was counting on because she hoped that meant she could sneak an appetizer judgment free. Most importantly, Eleanor preferred to be first because then she could stay already seated and not have to suffer the long walk in and the judgmental stares that would arise from her friends.

And staring was something Eleanor couldn’t stop herself from doing when her friend Penelope entered.

Penelope was a model and she was struggling. This was evident by the mini-dress that she had squeezed herself into. It was the kind of dress that would have fit Penelope much better about fifteen pounds ago. It was designed to be tight, but not as tight as Penelope was experiencing at this moment. It would be foolish to call Penelope fat, but with the way that her currently tubby tummy pressed against the dress- which made her look vacuum sealed in- made her look too out of shape to be a normal model.

Her model strut was thrown off by the fact that her thighs had a bit too much give to them. Penelope’s legs wobbled as she walked the long length of the bar toward the table that Eleanor was occupying. Part of Eleanor really wanted to see what kind of shape Penelope’s butt was in. She imagined that it must be at least a bit plump and probably a bit softer and saggier. It probably was very nice to squeeze. But Eleanor couldn’t see Penelope’s butt as she approached, so she had to settle for the view of Penelope’s plumper thighs.

Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a little bit of schadenfreude as she watched the previously perfect Penelope struggling with a fresh bit of pudge. The way she watched the fat on Penelope’s thighs ripple and slap together reminded her of her own past, back when Eleanor was just getting fat and not completely resigned to being fat. Of course, as Penelope’s manager, Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a bit of worry about Penelope’s future since Penelope’s future was also currently tied to her own.

Not that she would ever pressure Penelope to lose weight, Eleanor would never put her through that kind of indignity. She wouldn’t be that big of a hypocrite. But Penelope’s career stalling would mean an even bigger reliance on Ariel which was something that filled Eleanor’s stomach with dread.

Of course, that could have just been her hunger. The breakfast crab cake appetizer, which was really just a crab cake with some bacon and a hollandaise sauce poured on top, was not exactly filling- nor were the two mimosas she had already consumed.

Maybe it was the champagne giving her mind a bit of a buzz, but as Penelope got closer, Eleanor had to admit that she had at least one thing going for her. Penelope’s breasts had gotten bigger but had yet to have any sign of significant sag. Instead, her boobs were pushed up and outward, and if Eleanor hadn’t been so purposefully catty as to look at Penelope’s tummy and thighs first, she could have easily been distracted by the voluptuous nature of her breasts which jiggled with each step she took. She certainly had a lot of bounce to her.

And that bouncing intensified as Penelope reached the table and excitedly jumped up and down in front of Eleanor.

“Hey, girl! Hey!”

Penelope had seen Eleanor a million times, had known her for years. And yet, she greeted Eleanor with the same energy, as if she hadn’t seen her in years, every time. 

Slowly, Eleanor pushed herself up from the table to give Penelope the requisite hug, and she sighed heavily as she realized that the petite Penelope could not reach her arms all the way around her.

“You look great,” said Penelope without a hint of sarcasm.

“I absolutely do not, you perky bitch,” responded Eleanor. There was a bitterness to her words but a dry joking quality to her tone and Penelope giggled accordingly.

Penelope was often giggling.

The petite lady with the pudgy tummy looked down at Eleanor’s empty plate and her eyes once again sparkled with excitement.

“Oh, that’s such a good idea. Do you think I’ve still got time to sneak an appetizer before Ariel gets here? I’m starving but I’d rather her not see me eating it- you know because of this.”

Penelope pinched her tubby tummy with both hands and gave it an annoyed shake. There wasn’t much to it, but Eleanor could see the start of a problem and knew that problem all too intimately. She knew that Penelope should be careful… bad habits have such a way of spiraling… but still…

“Sure! She’s not even here yet, and you know she’s going to stop and have a cigarette or two before coming in here. The breakfast crab cake is delicious!”

Eleanor felt bad, but she could see that Penelope wanted it anyway. So what if she had provided just a little push in the wrong direction? Penelope was still thin. She could handle it… for now.

Penelope clapped her hands and ordered the crab cake on Eleanor’s recommendation along with a Bloody Mary to go with it.

Eleanor tried not to, but she had to smile to herself just a little bit as the waitress put the crab cake in front of Penelope. She even convinced Penelope that it would go well with a side of buttered toast, something to sop the extra hollandaise sauce up with, and Penelope bit like a greedy little piglet.

Outside the restaurant, Ariel had her second cigarette as she prepped for her grand entrance. She finished the cigarette, popped a few breath mints into her mouth and sprayed a little perfume to disguise her little habit. Then she admired her reflection in the front window of the restaurant one last time, doubtlessly giving the people who were sitting right on the other side a nice show, and then made her way into the restaurant.

Ariel loved arriving last, and she purposefully timed these brunches with reservations at the busiest time of day to ensure she had as many heads to turn in her direction as possible.

She put her best foot forward and strutted like the well practiced model that she was. And she felt it, the adoration, the jealousy, the control. She had this whole restaurant eating out of the palm of her hand already. And she savored it even more than the food she was about to eat. 

When she got to the table, Penelope was only halfway through her crab cake and was taking a big bite out of her toast. This proved to be a costly mistake.

“Gee Penelope, eating already? You couldn’t wait, you greedy little piglet.”

The hollandaise sauce ran down the speechless Penelope’s chin which got another chuckle out of Ariel.

“Got a little something there. You’re such a messy piggy sometimes, Penelope. It’s no wonder you’re struggling to fit into that dress.”

Penelope’s hands instinctively flew to her stomach and she felt the bit of pudge that pressed against her dress and threatened to droop down onto her lap if she wasn’t careful with the crab cakes.

That’s when Ariel leaned forward and gave a very European style kiss to both of Penelope’s sauce stained cheeks followed by a playful smack on the shoulder.

“Oh relax, Pig Pen. I’m just joking. You can take a joke can’t you? Or are you too soft for that? I mean… you are getting soft.”

And then… Penelope giggled. She smiled. And she played along like everything was okay and was already trying to tell herself that Ariel was just having a bit of fun and that she should really be watching her diet anyway. After all, the dress was tighter than it should have been. That was a shame really because Penelope was pretty set on getting the chicken and waffles with a side of bacon, but now she was a lot less sure of that in Ariel’s presence. Of course, she couldn’t possibly articulate any of that to Ariel, so instead she did the only thing that she felt like she could do which was giggle.

Ariel turned to face Eleanor.

“And you look to be the same as ever which is to say enormous.”

“It’s good to see you too, Ariel,” said Eleanor with a roll of her eyes.

“I know it is. I’m quite the sight to behold. But it is good to see you, Elefun.”

Another one of those nicknames. Eleanor just rolled her eyes again which was not the desired reaction that Ariel was looking for, so she elbowed Penelope.

“She’s so stiff. Tell her to loosen up.”

“Y-yeah, Ellie, loosen up.”

“See? She agrees. Have some fun, Elefun.”

Ariel laughed at her own joke like it was the cleverest thing ever said. And her own laughter was reinforced by Penelope’s stupid giggle.

The way Penelope squirmed in her seat as she giggled was a sight that Ariel loved to see. She decided to show off her dominance even more by picking the last piece of toast off of Penelope’s plate and taking a bite out of it right in front of her. The poor piece of toast did not last very long and left only a hint of crumbs on Ariel’s lips as she smiled.

“Well, looks like I’ve got to play catch up,” said Ariel as she took her seat.

She then proceeded to order herself her own crab cake, and a side of toast along with a side of bacon. To go with it, she also ordered two mimosas for herself. When the food came, Ariel dug into her crab cake with gusto while Eleanor and Penelope just settled for having another round of drinks while preparing to order their main brunch meal.

Ariel felt like showing off.

“Oh, this is so delicious. I understand why you ordered it, Penelope. Of course, it’ll do far less damage to my figure. And this bacon is delicious too. I’d offer you some, but it wouldn’t be a very good idea for you to have one. You’re going to want to avoid pork. After all, you are what you eat. Oink. Oink. Am I right?”

She laughed and took another bite of bacon and a big sip of mimosa. She finished her glass in two more gulps and started working on her second while ordering a third.

From there the conversation moved on to normal thighs, pleasantries and catching up, Ariel had lots of stories that she thought were entertaining about things she had been up to. They also talked about work and boring things like the weather. They bantered back and forth as they ordered food. Eleanor got sausage and gravy. Penelope got chicken and waffles. Ariel, still in the mood to show off, got eggs benedict, a hashbrown and a side of smoked salmon.

The food came, and it amazed Eleanor how quickly and effortless Ariel could work her way through her food while still talking about herself. She dominated the conversation and still ate faster than her companions. It was like Ariel was on an absolute mission. She ate the eggs, the hash brown, the salmon. She even had a few pieces of shrimp cocktail that she ordered for the table to share with a round of Bloody Marys. The trio had settled in for a long time with lots of food and drink to be had.

And things were going well until most of the way through the meal when Ariel once again decided to turn her attention to Penelope’s increased weight.

“Face it, Penelope. You’re getting kinda chunky there, girl.”

Eleanor dropped her fork.

“Ariel,” said Eleanor as the weakest defense of Penelope possible. 

It was a gentle attempt to stop Ariel from digging into Penelope further, and Ariel waved it off like it was nothing.

“What? I’m right. I know it. You know it. She knows it. Look. Penelope is a beautiful girl who used to have a truly stunning figure- not as stunning as mine- but stunning, really good. And now she’s porked up a bit- Porky Penny- that’s a good one. She’s porked up, gotten pudgy, and if she’s not careful she’ll become a full blown fatty just like you.”

“Hey!”

Ariel scoffed at Eleanor’s defensive shock.

“Oh, what? Like you don’t know you’re fat. You’re another order of biscuits and gravy away from needing two chairs to sit at this table. I’m just calling a cow a cow.”

“Come on, Ariel,” said Penelope in practically a whisper. Now it was her turn to tentatively come to her friend’s defense.

“No. No. This is for your own good. You ladies need a little bit of tough love, especially you Penelope.”

“It may be too late for Enormous Eleanor here, but you’ve still got the chance to turn this around before you’re just round. Do you want that? Do you really want to be a big fat fatty? A lard ass loser? Because I can see it happening if you’re not careful. You’re already getting squishy.”

Ariel leaned over in her seat and started poking Penelople in her pudgy belly which made Penelope yelp. And that yelp was another source of enjoyment for Ariel who took another sip of her drink and kept poking.

“Look, you’ve never really been competition to me, but if you keep going like you’re going you’re going to fly so far out of my weight class that we won’t be sharing any spreads at all anymore. Your thighs are just going to keep spreading, getting fatter until nobody wants to hire you. Then you’ll end up an obese has-been just like Eleanor the Elephant here.”

“That’s enough,” Eleanor announced as she slammed her hands down on the table.

For a moment, 

“It’s true though. It’s so true. You’re huge. You’re a big fat fatty, a total lard ass. You’re fat. Just like- come on and admit it.”

Ariel didn’t want to keep looking directly into Eleanor’s eyes as she glared at her, so she turned toward Penelope for support.

“She needs to hear it-”

“She knows,” Penelope interrupted with a whisper.

Ariel did not take the hint and instead got louder which was starting to attract attention from nearby tables.

“Does she? Cause she doesn’t act like it. She just keeps stuffing her face, and so do you. That’s why you’ve gained so much weight recently.”

“You told her that already. Let’s just move on,” said Eleanor in an attempt at defense that just incensed Ariel more.

“But she needs to hear it again and get it through her thick head before she ends up as thick as you or worse.”

Ariel finished her drink and waved for another one as she got up and squeezed Eleanor’s lower belly roll with all her strength. She gave it a good hard shake as she went on her rant.

“You let yourself go. You were the hottest model in the game until you let it all go to your head and got fat and lazy. You ate yourself into the hog that we all see spread out before us right here, and that’s why you’re stuck as just a manager working your way through all the debt you built up before you turned yourself up into a total land whale. You’re a total sad sack, Eleanor. You’re pathetic.”

Then Ariel slid her hands up and cupped Eleanor’s chubby cheeks.

“But hey, your fat ass still has so many connections, and that’s why we get to be friends still. You ride my coattails, and get me gigs, and I pay your bills and pick up the tabs for nice fancy brunch like this.”

She gently slapped Eleanor’s cheeks and then smiled.

“And remember, when I tell you the truth like this, maybe you’ll actually listen and get your shit together, get your life back on track, ya know? I mean, you’ll never be thin again, but at least you could lose a little weight.”

Ariel staggered back to her seat and then reached out and pat Penelope on her shoulder.

“And you, Porky Penny, you can take this cautionary tale before it’s too late. See?”

She picked up and fork and ate a bit of Penelope’s waffle.

“Aren’t I such a good friend?”

“You sure are, Ariel,” whispered Penelope with a sigh. Her head hung so low that a hint of a double chin appeared.

Ariel reached out and tweaked it.

“It’s true. Somebody needs to be the better person and save you from your fat and getting fat selves. You’re lucky to have someone as beautiful, smart, kind, and helpful as me to look out for you.”

As Eleanor and Penelope sat there staring down ashamedly at their unfinished plates of food, Ariel got a wicked idea, and a slow smile crept across her face.

“Give me that, Fatso.”

She took what was left of Eleanor’s biscuits and gravy and dug right in. Ariel ate with such ferocity that her feasting threatened to splatter gravy all over her designer outfit. The grease and gravy certainly did smear her makeup a bit as bits of crumbly biscuit and gravy coated sausage dotted her chins and chin. But that didn’t stop Ariel from eating. In fact, in between bites of Eleanor’s sausage and gravy, she attacked what was left of Penelope’s chicken and waffles and chased both meals with a side of bacon.

Eleanor and Penelope had never seen anything like it. Sure, they had seen Ariel have the occasional indulgent meal as she enjoyed showing off and flexing her speedy metabolism. But this was beyond that. Ariel was acting like an eating machine, stuffing herself like a bottomless pit, like a real pig.

And she wasn’t nearly done-

Because the three women had already ordered dessert. 

There was a part of Eleanor that was going to miss the dessert that she had ordered, but there was another part of her excited to see just how much dessert Ariel could fit into her already bloated stomach. She wanted to see Ariel stuffed herself, and she imagined what a routine of Ariel doing that would mean for a future.

Eleanor was very eager to find out.

The sound of plates hitting the table snapped Eleanor out of her daydream as dessert was served. For herself, Ariel had ordered a slice of the creme brulee cheesecake. Eleanor had been planning on treating herself with some chocolate mousse, and Penelope had ordered a brownie smore. Of course, after that tongue lashing by Ariel, neither Eleanor nor Penelope had much stomach left for eating their dessert in front of her. 

“Pass em forward, ladies.”

They shoved their plates toward Ariel who now found herself with three desserts in front of her after finishing off their prior brunch plates along with her own. 

“Like I said. Saving you from yourselves. You’re welcome, bitches.”

With that said, she took one last swig of her mimosa, called for some coffee, and dug right in. 

The crème brulee cheesecake made a very satisfying crack as her spoon hit the topping. Its creamy texture made Ariel moan with delight. She took her time devouring it, partly because it was so rich, but mostly because it gave Eleanor and Penelope more time to take their desserts back if they wanted to. It was like a little dare to them. But neither touched their food. They just watched Ariel eat and eat and eat. The cheesecake melted on Ariel’s tongue even as she had to reach one hand under the table to rub her very bloated belly.

Her stomach was not used to being stretched this much. It was filled even more than it had been when she was showing off her eating skills in front of her fat assistant, Kelly. This was a whole new challenge, and a rather exciting one. It wasn’t every day that Ariel got to test new limits for herself. Normally things just came easy. But she was more than up for this delicious challenge especially because, as she looked at Eleanor and Penelope’s faces, it was clear that she was putting them to shame.

The chocolate mousse went down easily. It was light and delicate and even came with a generous dollop of delicious whipped cream and a couple of cut up strawberries. Like a competitive eating expert, Ariel saved the strawberries for last as a kind of palette cleanser before digging into the decadent brownie smore. Ariel didn’t have time to truly rank the mousse amongst the desserts. At a certain point the flavor became less important to her, and she was consumed by the act of eating. 

She didn’t even notice the bit of mousse, covered in chocolate syrup, that dropped onto her blouse leaving a rather obvious brown stain. Instead, she just saw it plop down onto the table and, without thinking, she picked it up again with her spoon and stuffed it into her mouth before chasing it with a spoonful of whipped cream.

Eleanor was speechless. Some part of her wanted to applaud, but she also didn’t want to break Ariel’s concentration lest she give up on this gluttonous display. But Eleanor could have clapped all day. She could have rung and gong and shot off fireworks. Nothing was stopping Ariel from eating. She was dogged in her pursuit of piggishness.

The rest of the mousse slid down Ariel’s slender throat and another moan was interrupted by a loud burp that cleared some space in her bloated stomach for more food.

That left just the brownie smore.

The brownie smore wasn’t really a smore in the traditional sense. It was actually a brownie served in a miniature cast iron skillet with toasted marshmallows and crushed graham crackers around and on top of it along with lots of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, but Ariel and her stomach didn’t care about these semantics. She attacked the brownie with reckless abandon.

It was a truly decadent dessert, and Ariel’s stomach groaned as she ate it. But it was also sinfully delicious, and its grand taste made eating it less of a challenge and more of a delight. The graham cracker provided just the right amount of crunch, and the brownie was wonderfully gooey but with the perfectly crisped outer crust. But the marshmallows… Ariel’s favorite part may have been the marshmallows, and since this was the last of the desserts, she really allowed herself to savor every last decadent bite.

Eleanor had never imagined she would see anything like this, but she was thankful for the display. Ariel was making an absolute pig of herself, complete with a few new stains on her blouse, but she wasn’t going to stop until the food was done.

By the time her fork hit the final plate, Ariel was a mess, a rather satisfied mess. She was stuffed and positively dizzy from all the food, and the alcohol, that she had consumed and quickly called for the check,

“Brunch is on me, ladies. As always.”

This was true, only this time Ariel was physically wearing a lot more of brunch than was usual.

Once the check was paid for, an intoxicated Ariel stood up and showed off her food baby to the two awestruck women. 

“Pretty impressive, huh? You know the most impressive part? I’ll be fine in an hour. And that’s what makes me better than you. Jealous, bitches? I can eat whatever I want and still be smoking hot forever, fatties.”

Ariel burped again.

“Now… now if you excuse me…. I’m going to go sleep this off.”

She looked at Eleanor and Penelope with a satisfied and chocolate stained grin.

“Don’t worry. I paid… as usual.”

With that, the unsteady Ariel and her new food baby turned around and waddle toward the door. As she left, all heads turned toward once again, but Ariel was blissfully unaware that they were turning for a different reason.

Curiosity.

Whispers were already starting.

Eleanor was curious too. She wondered if it was possible to get Ariel to eat like this on a regular basis, if it was possible for Ariel to get fat.

Ariel had paid for brunch, but Eleanor wanted to make her pay over and over and over again.

———————-

Chapter 3

———————-

Ariel stood on her hotel balcony and watched the fatties waddle on by. 

Her latest hotel room overlooked the water and Ariel was sunbathing on it when she decided to get up and observe the beach that was just across the street. Along the boardwalk, she was disgusted to see the number of people plodding along ruining her view and the pleasant summer day with their out of shape bodies. The sun just seemed to make all people come out to enjoyed it, and as Ariel literally looked down upon them, she scoffed. 

“That beach should be a privilege,” she muttered to herself as she shook her head. 

There was just so much flesh wobbling down there, so much bare flabby skin that Ariel found to be incredibly unsightly. How could these people be so bold? How could these fatties come out here and embrace their bodies like this? They should be ashamed. 

Ariel looked at her reflection in the glass doors that led to her lavish hotel suite. She admired her toned body, twisting and turning to look at her abs and admire her beautiful heart shaped butt. Her entire body was encased in a perfect tan. 

“That beach belongs to people like me.”

She lovingly ran her fingers over her trim tummy, ever confident in her perfect appearance. 

And then, her stomach rumbled. 

Suddenly, she was hungry. 

——

Elsewhere, Eleanor was finishing up her meal, a plate of buttermilk pancakes with a hash brown and a side of bacon. She was at a much less expensive restaurant than last week since she had to pick up this particular meal on her own dime. 

It was a quiet cafe with many frills, but she had managed to score a table outside so that she could enjoy the beautiful sunny weather. Eleanor’s obese body didn’t do very well in the heat, and she was sweating profusely already, but the feeling of the sun itself, that made putting up with some inconveniences worth it. So she was dressed in ta flowing frock that was as loose as her large body would allow, and she had ordered one of her favorite meals. It would have been an entirely pleasant experience if it wasn’t for the dour attitude of her dining companion. 

“It’s not fair,” griped Penelope as she simultaneously grabbed at the roll of stubborn fat that made up her paunchy belly and another piece of bacon. 

“She can eat like a total pig, I mean just stuff herself, and I so much as look at a piece of cake and I gain five pounds.”

“Okay. We can do without the cliches.”

“It doesn’t have to be cake. It could be like ice cream or cookies or OR potato chips or cake- wait I said cake- but like cheesecake. That’s different. 

“Cheesecake is cake.”

“But it’s like… you know different.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. But like not to my waistline. Sweets all stick to me the same, right on my tubby tummy.”

Incense, Penelope got up from the table, leaned forward slightly to allow her stomach fat to spill forward some more, pressed against her own flowing dress. Then she took her hand and placed it on the underside of her stomach so that the fabric of the dress was pulled taut around her pot belly and fully outlined the girth of her small but noticeable gut. Then she began to bounce her fat up and down. 

“Look at this. This gut! Look! I used to be pretty.”

For a moment, Eleanor was lost in the sight of the formerly rail thin blonde bouncing her belly up and down. Then she realized what he friend was going to and came to her senses. She reached and out and gently touched Penelope’s hand, realizing that it seemed ever so slightly softer than she had remembered, and guided her back down to her seat. 

“You are pretty.”

Penelope took the compliment with a small smile and then pouted again. 

“Okay. But like… I used to be hot. I used to be fit. Now, let’s face it Ariel was right. I’m getting kinda tubby. No not getting, I am tubby.”

Tubby may not have been the right word. Penelope was certainly softer. She was definitely doughier than a typical model. But even if she was a fair bit above her fighting weight, Eleanor was hard pressed to honestly call her tubby, at least not yet. 

“You’re not tubby.”

“I’m at least a little tubby.”

Eleanor rolled her eyes. 

“Oh my god. Shut up and eat.”

Penelope demurred to her friend and manager and took another bite of her bacon before nibbling on some hash brown. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but the food did help calm her anxiety which was also of course part of what got her in this pudgy predicament in the first place. 

“This is so good.”

Then she threw the hash brown back down onto her plate. 

“See. This is the problem. This is why I’m getting fat.”

“You’re not fat.”

“But I’m chunky.”

Penelope tore off another piece of bacon and spoke while chewing on it. 

“And chunky girls are not cute.”

“I’m still getting you plenty of work.”

“Yeah. But like not the same kind. I don’t want to just be modeling for like houseware shit and hygeine products. I should be booking sexy swimsuit stuff like Ariel’s doing today.”

Eleanor didn’t want to point out the obvious, that Penelope wasn’t booking those kinds of gigs because of the bulge in her midsection. She was right. Softer girls were harder to book into the same kinds of gigs that Ariel was getting. And well Eleanor could have pulled some strings and gotten Penelope a shoot, it would have just been embarrassing for a model like Penelope struggling with so recent figure flaw issues. She was protecting her friend. Of course, she was trying to protect her in these moment but not confirming any of Penelope’s negative thoughts. 

It was a difficult line to balance on, and given Eleanor’s awkward silence, she was doing a poor job of it. 

“Look. I know what you’re going through,” said Eleanor. 

This made it Penelope’s turn to try and fail to be nice, as she could not stop her face from reacting to Eleanor’s words as she remembered Eleanor’s past, saw Eleanor’s present, and then imagined her own future, obese like Eleanor. She found herself stuck with two choices: either letting her mouth hang agape with horror or sucking in like she had just bit into a particularly sour lemon. 

She ended up settling for something awkwardly in between. 

Eleanor immediately noticed and attempted to backtrack. 

“Look. I get it. I’m… well yeah. I’ve gotten pretty big over the years. But you’re not me. First off when I was starting out I was even skinnier than you were.”

Penelope cut Eleanor off with a high pitch whine at the thought that she might end up getting even fatter than Eleanor. As she squealed her hands pinched her stomach roll nervously. 

This really put Eleanor in a difficult position and she began to subconsciously rub her own blubbery belly. Her act of accidentally mirroring Penelope was a great way to get Penelope to stop playing with her own stomach. Of course, now that Penelope was near anxious tears, Eleanor really had to come up with something quick to say. 

“I’m just- I’m trying to tell you that you’re not me. You’re not going to end up like me. You’re… you’re you. And you’re very pretty and talented and can do whatever you want, including losing this weight becuase you’re so strong. And if you didn’t lose weight you would still be pretty and successful and you’d be pretty and successful even if you put on more weight- Not that you will because again you’re certainly not going to be like me- Not- not that that would be a bad thing either. And we should both be confident in our bodies. You know?”

Penelope nodded in agreement but also moved her hand to her face to hide any hints of a double chin that her nodding might flash. 

“Yeah, Eleanor. I… thanks. It’s just that… you’re fat.”

“I know.”

“And not just a little fat. You’re very fat.”

“I-“

“Like SUPER fa-“

“I KNOW!”

Penelope, having upset her friend, let her head hang in shame and let her double chin show. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I kn… It’s okay. I’m fat and that’s scary to you. I get plenty of grief for it. I understand. I don’t want to be this fat either.”

“This is all Ariel’s fault!” blurted out Penelope in a desperate attempt to get things back on track. 

“What?” asked Eleanor in confusion. 

“It’s Ariel’s fault. She’s so perfect and vain and… and mean. She made me all self-conscious. She treats you like shit. She’s a bad friend and a bad person. And this is all her fault.”

“Okay but-“

“And we should do something about it!” shouted Penelope. 

She was full of a manic excitement now, getting her feelings out about Ariel had unlocked something within her, a strange kind of confidence, and now that she was really feeling herself, and not in the literal sense when she was feeling her fat earlier. 

“We absolutely need to do something about it! She needs to be stopped.”

“But how?”

Penelope’s eyes grew wide and wild as her mouth twisted into a smile and looked near foaming. 

“We should make her fat!”

Eleanor dropped her fork. 

There was a sudden ringing in her ears accompanied by a warm sensation crawling up the back of her neck. It was as if the words Penelope had spoken had dug up a thought that had been brewing inside of Eleanor for some time and now it was trying to burn its way out to join her in agreement. But it was such a shocking thought, such an impossible one, that for a moment even as her body tried to signal her to do more, all Eleanor could do was sit there staring blankly before uttering-

“What?”

Penelope on the other hand was very much attuned to what her slightly chubby body wanted. It wanted Ariel to go from fit to fat, to become chubbier than she was- Hell to become fatter than even Eleanor. Those thoughts manifested themselves in a wildly warm tingly sensation that was crackling through her body like lightning, and she got up and pressed her hands against the table as she leaned toward Eleanor. 

This allowed her recently doughy little paunch to hang low, and the flab jiggled about as she talked excitedly.

“We should make her fat. Like, think about it. What does Ariel value more than anything else in this whole world? Her looks. She like loves being a skinny bitch. It’s what gives her power. She’s so mean because she thinks she’s so much better, and she like thinks she’s so much better than us because she’s so much hotter than us. So if we make her fat and less hot she’ll like not be able to be so mean.”

Eleanor looked down at her mostly eating pancakes and then at the shelf that was her own spare tire of a stomach with her mushy puppy fat breasts sagging down on top of it as the mulled it all over, as she imagined Ariel sitting in her place instead stuffing her face with a big blobbing blubbery gut instead of the trim tummy she had never truly earned. 

“Y-yeah… yes. I would obviously love to see Ariel put on a little weight.”

“Not just a little,” interrupted Penelope. 

“She should get really fat, not just tubby like me, like obese fat like huge like… well, you get it.”

As thoughts of Ariel wobbling about, waddling and winded, danced through Eleanor’s head, she started to get a little dizzy. 

“I mean…” Eleanor began as she struggled to catch her own breath while thinking about a ridiculously out of shape Ariel sucking air while people laughed at her. 

“It would be great to see Ariel learning what it’s like to be a big girl, to be fat and humiliated and feel the kind of stings that she loves to throw out so much. I’d love to see her deal with getting laughed at and called names.”

“Like piglet!” Penelope interjected as she punched the table hard enough to make the bacon dance on her plate. 

“Yes.”

“Or- Or Jumbo!”

“That would be very fun-“

“Or Fatso, Lard Ass, LAND WHALE!”

“Calm down, Penny.”

Penelope’s way of calming down was to pick up the last piece of bacon and shove it into her mouth. 

“Right. Yeah. Sorry. It’s just that like imagining Ariel fat- I mean really fat- like waddling instead of walking two chairs creaking kinda fat, it’s so much fun. She’s make a perfect plum little fatty. And like gotta be honest, I want it sooooo bad. I just don’t think I ever realized how much I want Ariel to be to be a big fat fatty until now. I want to get to look in in the eyes and call her Fatso right to her big fat face. Or Piggy, just like she calls me. Just picture the stunned look on her face and with a dopey double chin that wobbles!”

Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh. It was an absurd idea to be sure, but a wonderfully absurd idea. 

“Yes. Absolutely. I’d love to see her lumbering about with a great big gut hanging in front of her. It would be so fun to see her struggling to fit into her pretty clothes, bursting out of them in front of people and being so humiliated. I want to see her with thunder thighs that quake with each step and rub together so that she waddles even worse than I do. I want to watch that precious butt of hers balloon into a great big blubber butt with chunky cellulite covered cheeks that sag onto her flabby thunder thighs. I’d get such a laugh out of watching Ariel’s fat slap against fat. I want her big and sweaty and winded just from walking a short distance.”

Eleanor was the one practically foaming at the mouth now as she got herself caught up in her vision for Ariel given over to fatness. 

I want to see her struggling with simple tasks like tying her shoes, knocking things over with her big fat ass and wide hips, and feeling completely helpless and out of control. I want her to be so addicted to food that she can’t stop eating and getting fatter and fatter. I want to watch her really spiral into obesity and know she’s don’t it all to herself. She’d be so sad, so fat and miserable just like she’s me.”

Penelope nodded along to every word that Eleanor was saying. 

“It would be like so wonderful. She deserves it,” she said in eager response. 

“It would be karma.”

“It would be justice!”

“YES!”

This time, Eleanor slapped the table with both of her fat hands and everything in the table danced. Then she took a deep breath and contained herself. 

“But it’ll never happen.”

Penelope sighed at Eleanor’s last words. She hung her head and slowly picked at a broken off piece of hash brown. 

“I mean… like… it could….. It could totally happen.”

Eleanor just shook her head and was suddenly acutely aware of how her jowls jiggled as she did so. 

“Listen, Penny. It would be great. It would be really really great if Ariel suddenly got fat. Believe me, I would love to see Ariel turned into an obese slob, a real hefty heifer. But we have to be realistic. It’s just never going to happen.”

“Wh-why not?” whined Penelope. 

Eleanor shook her head and furrowed her brow as she struggled with her desire to make Penelope’s wish of fattening Ariel while knowing that there was no such magical solution to the problem. 

“Because Ariel cares about her slim and sexy body more than anything. She’d die before letting her fit figure turn fat. She takes care of her body too much.”

“No she doesn’t. She smokes like a chimney, and you saw the way she ate like a pig at brunch.”

Penelope did have a point there, and Eleanor took it as such, momentarily paused in consideration and then shook her head again.

“Okay. She doesn’t really take care of herself, but that’s the thing. She just can’t get fat.”

“But you saw the way she ate at brunch. She went hog wild!”

It was true. Eleanor thought back to that day and the way the slender vixen had gorged herself with food. Ariel had consumed multiple meals and still seemingly had room for more. She would love to witness that again but with an absolutely obese version of Ariel stuffing herself silly. 

“Yeah. Sure. But she doesn’t do that all the time. She was just showing off.”

Penelope leaned forward and engaged Eleanor with a conspiratorial whisper. 

“But what if she did eat like that all the time?”

There was an internal click and then the wheels started turning in Eleanor’s mind. The the gears turned slowly, and she wasn’t ready to give in just you. 

“It doesn’t matter. Ariel is a genetic anomaly. She could eat whatever she wants whenever she wants it, and she could eat however much of it she wanted and and never get fat.”

Penelope had never been fishing before, but she had seen it in a movie or something. She imagined that this was what it was like to have a fish picking around at the little treat you laid out for them. 

“But we don’t know that’s true.”

“What are you talking about?”

Nibble. Nibble. Now Penelope knew she just needed Eleanor to bite the cheese.

“You’re right. We like only saw her eat like a pig at brunch. She doesn’t do it all the time. But what if she did? What if she pigged out all the time to the point of pigging out being like a habit of hers. Then she might pig out so much that she porked up.”

“Get her to eat so much so regularly that we actually managed to crash her metabolism?”

The trap was set, and she just needed to reel Eleanor into her net. 

“That’s right. We get her eating like a greedy little piggy. Her metabolism goes down and her weight goes up. We like just have to keep her eating.”

“How?”

Penelope’s face suddenly screwed up like she was smelling something sour, and she sat there with her lip curled in thought for a long moment. 

“We… I… I don’t know. I haven’t thought about that part yet. But like we could do it. We could totally make Ariel fat.”

The wheels in Eleanor’s mind began turning a little faster, and the possibility of making this happen was making her heart race a bit. 

“You’re really serious about this?”

Penelope’s eyes practically sparkled with delightfully malicious intent. 

“Yeah. Let’s make it happen. Let’s see that slim and sexy bitch struggling to fit into her pants.”

And with that Eleanor was hers, hook, line and red-handed. 

Now Penelope really got to revel in it. 

“Bursting buttons.”

And Eleanor was happy to join in. 

“With a blubber belly spilling out.”

“BLUBBER GUT!” Penelope interjected with a slamming of her fist against the table. 

But Eleanor was right there with her and now she leaned forward for the conspiratorial whisper. 

“Picture her stuffing her face.”

And then the two fell back into a rhythm like they were playing ping pong. 

“Sweating just from like eating so much,” served up Penelope. 

“She’ll be a fat slob,” returned Eleanor. 

“No more glamorous designer outfits.”

“Nothing will fit.”

“She’ll rip right out of her fancy dresses.”

“And split her pants right down the middle with her fat flabby ass.”

“Those thunder thighs will rub together so much they’ll burn holes in her leggings.”

“She’ll be a total fatty.”

“A real pig.”

“Whole hog.”

“A sloppy sow.”

“That would be so hot.”

“It would be so right.”

“So let’s do it,” spoke Penelope through gritted teeth. It was clear by her tone of voice that any sign of joking was over. 

Eleanor wanted to just say yes. She wanted to follow this crazy idea all the way to the end of the line, get Ariel to gain a lot of weight and shift the fit woman from her life of privilege to life in the fat lane. 

But then she thought more about how much of her own financial situation was tied to Ariel’s success as a model. To make her fat would be to risk messing with that. It was another major complication on top of already insurmountable odds, and the more the thought about it, the more she thought maybe things weren’t so bad and she should leave well enough alone. 

She was afraid of rocking the boat as it was, and sending slim and sexy Ariel spiraling down the path to morbid obesity might make her heavy enough to capsize it. 

“We shouldn’t,” she said with sad resignation in her voice. 

But Penelope was too invested to take no for an answer. 

“We totally should.”

“It’s probably impossible.”

Penelope reached out and grabbed Eleanor by the hand. 

“But we have to try.”

“I…”

With the last piece of bacon in her hand and waved like a magic wand in Eleanor’s direction. Penelope doubled down on her dare. 

“Come on. Let’s make Ariel fat.”

And the wheels in Eleanor’s head started turning once again.  

“Even if we could do it. We certainly couldn’t do it alone.”

——-

Kelly hated the sun. She hated the heat. When she was thinner, way back in her cheer days, she loved the sun. She always thought she would be one of those people who was slim and sexy forever with a body built for sunbathing and getting attention. 

Now she was fat and frumpy, and the heat made all of her clothes cling uncomfortably to her fat sweaty body. She used to love going to the beach and showing off her body, but now being at the beach made her feel like a total pig. And she read any attention that she got as negative even if it wasn’t. 

Being at the beach just made Kelly feel sad because she remembered when she was once the beautiful vain vixen in a bikini and longed for the days when she was the center of positive attention, admired, lusted after and desired. She wanted to be that beach bunny beauty again instead of-

“Kelly, get your fat ass over here!”

Instead of being a fat frumpy servant and a total loser. 

Slowly, Kelly plodded her way across the sand over to Ariel. Her fat feet, clad in flip flops that were constantly kicking up sand behind her, were already sore and starting to burn in the sun. And as she struggled to cross the sand, she had to fight the urge to stop and pick a wedgie out from between her chunky cheeks. 

Ariel was not amused by the amount of time it took her fat and flabby assistant to get to her. 

“You take so long, you fat useless cow. Where’s my smoothie?”

“You… I just… you just had one.”

Ariel rolled her eyes at Kelly’s stammering. 

“Well, I already drank that one.”

Kelly began to hyperventilate as Ariel walked up closer to her, using her model body to intimate her. And it was working. As Ariel stood dangerously close to having her trim tummy press against Kelly’s pudgy pot belly, Kelly was painfully and humiliatingly aware of the stark difference between Ariel’s fit figure and her own fat one. 

While at one time in her life, Kelly had owned a body that was just as hot if not hotter than Ariel’s vaunted figure, now it was Ariel who was rocking a bikini and a stylish sarong while Kelly was sweating through a overstretched t-shirt and a pair of capri pants that she had grown out of at least ten pounds ago. She was lucky the button was still hanging on for dear life. 

Ariel’s incensed finger snapping brought Kelly back to the moment at hand. 

“Excuse me, earth to Fatso. We were talking about my smoothie. Where’s my second smoothie?

“I… uh… you didn’t ask for another one.”

Kelly was starting to sweat from more than just the sun. 

Ariel responded to her tepid response with a hard poke to Kelly’s tubby tummy over and over again. 

“Well, you’re supposed to anticipate my needs, fatty. That’s what I pay you for. Get that, Fatso?”

Kelly just nodded, double chin wobbling, and hoped that that would be enough to stop Ariel from berating her. 

Ariel gave Kelly’s belly a final pinch. 

“Good now get me another smoothie.”

With a heavy sigh, and even heavier footsteps, Kelly did as she was told. She plodded about to fetch another smoothie for her vain boss, all the while not only feeling belittled for her hefty size but feeling extremely jealous that Ariel felt confident enough to have two smoothies and still do a bikini photoshoot. 

Kelly thought about what would happen if she had two smoothies. Surely she’d feel bloated. She’d be bloated. And the worst part was, she knew she’d still want more. She would want something to snack on with those smoothies. Maybe something like potato chips to pair the salty with the sweet, or some French fries, or chicken fingers, or loaded potato skins. 

“Shit,” she thought. 

It was no wonder she had gotten so fat. Even just thinking about the smoothie for Ariel was getting Kelly hungry. Her stomach rumbled with desire, something that was all too normal for Kelly. And she fought it, but as she reached catering she could help but see the delicious spread and nibble on some cheese. 

Then she grazed on some fruit, a couple grapes, a strawberry, then two. 

After that she hit some of the harder stuff. 

She stuffed an entire handful of French fries into her mouth and practically moaned as the salt and grease danced on her tongue. Then she crunched on some potato chips and munched on some garlic and sea salt flavored pita chips dipped in hummus. After the pita chips and hummus it was back to the regular potato chips but in different flavors. There was salt and vinegar, barbecue, sour cream and onion, and extra cheesy. And she also had a variety of dips to choose from including nacho cheese, French onion dip, and creamy ranch dressing. 

Kelly was in the middle of snacking on tortilla chips and guac when she remembered she was supposed to be getting Ariel her second smoothie, and, sure enough, her belly was extra bloated from the saltiness of the snacks she had just stuffed herself with. 

“Shit.”

And yet, Kelly couldn’t stop herself from scarfing down a hotdog with mustard and ketchup and chewing on a barbecue chicken wing as she walked over to where the smoothies were. Once there, she greedily gulped down a lemonade for herself and then found herself torn between whether she was supposed to get Ariel a strawberry or passionfruit smoothie. 

The choice was an agonizing one because Kelly knew that the wrong choice would mean getting yelled at again and probably having her fat belly poked and pinched which Kelly was especially eager to avoid since she was now bloated by the food and drink she had just consumed. 

That’s when Kelly hit on the idea to simply use both of her hands and get both smoothies. She would be able to get Ariel the smoothie that she wanted and then would just keep the second one for herself and have another refreshing beverage to drink in the hot sun which was making her stickier by the minute. 

Her only regret with this plan was that it did not leave one of her chubby hands free to grab dessert on the way out. 

The trek back was longer than the trip there thanks to the two smoothies in her hands and the food weighing down her blubbery belly. Still, she plodded along, sweat dripping down her body and running through the creases of her fat folds making her even more uncomfortable than she already was. Kelly once again remembered the days when she was thin and shit like this was easy. She could hike and run and do all sorts of things while barely breaking a sweat. Now it poured like buckets. 

In that moment, she wished more than anything to switch places with Ariel. She imagined Ariel being the one struggling on the beach instead of strutting. She pictured Ariel desperately sneaking snacks at catering, stuffing her face like a greedy pig instead of acting like a prim and proper model. 

Kelly sighed as she imagined Ariel stuffing her face at catering, making a mess eating handful after handful of potato chips and French fries and stuffing herself with hotdogs, because she knew that with Ariel’s vaunted metabolism the slim and sexy model would just stay perfectly slim and sexy. 

But for just the moment she allowed herself to imagine a very different Ariel. 

It was an Ariel who wasn’t perfect, just perfect plump. This Ariel in her mind was struggling in the sand because she was stuck wobbling on to fat legs with thick cellulite covered thunder thighs that rubbed together and forced her to waddle. She looked ridiculous in a bikini with a huge flabby gut that obscured most of the bottom assisted by a pair of meaty love handles spilling over the sides. 

Behind her, Ariel’s ass was immense. Her chunky cheeks were bloated, covered in cellulite and swallowing whatever parts of her bikini bottoms that the fat folds around her waist had not already gotten. She had a real bouncy blubber butt. 

Ariel looked like a pig inside Kelly’s mind, but the real one was quite different. 

When Kelly finally made it back to Ariel, she had lost the sarong and was lounging on a beach chair in just her string bikini. She was flanked by two other gorgeous models, one of them a male model named Esteban, and the other a woman named Octavia. 

It was that moment that Ariel lowered her sunglasses. 

“Ugg. Pig’s back. Look you two, this is my porky assistant Kelly. Where have you been, fatty? Off sneaking snacks again? And you got two smoothies for yourself? Couldn’t decide on a flavor so you got both. That’s why you’re such a chubby little piglet.”

Kelly was taken aback by Ariel’s words. And as Esteban and Octavia laughed, Kelly wanted to throw both smoothies at Ariel in rage. 

“B-but, y-you wanted a smoothie.”

“I already had a smoothie,” Ariel responded rather curtly. 

“Yes. B-but then you asked for a second smoothie. You said it. You said I was supposed to anticipate your- and then you told me to get you a second smoothie.”

Ariel stood up and stalked toward Kelly with one finger out clearly about to poke Kelly’s flabby belly. 

“And why would I do that, you big fat idiot? Unlike pigs like you, I have control. I know when to stop, so don’t try to disguise your disgusting habits, your gluttony and blame me for your own shortcomings.”

Her finger once again found its way into Kelly’s flabby flesh. It pushed against her soft belly and Kelly almost dropped the smoothies in response. 

“You’re such a pathetic person, let alone assistant. You’re a fat loser. A pig. Just look at all this bacon sizzling in the sun.”

Ariel smiled and turned her head slightly over her should to talk to Octavia and Esteban. 

“Look at her, you too. See how fat and sweaty she is? Isn’t she pathetic? Isn’t she a pig? A big. FAT. Pig.”

Octavia and Esteban started to oink in agreement with Ariel who laughed as she turned back to stare down Kelly with a glare that made Kelly wince. 

“See? They agree. You’re a pig, just like I’ve always said and just like you always will be.”

Ariel reached her hand and let it rest on Kelly’s soft, squishy belly. She felt her hands sink into the fat and gave Kelly’s belly a good shake. 

“This isn’t going anywhere.”

Then she sniffed the air. 

“And I have to be honest, Kelly. You’re getting a little ripe out here. It’s a shame we don’t have any mud out here for you to wallow in. I know that’s what pigs like you love to do.”

Ariel chuckled. Then her eyes caught sight of the smoothies again, and she sneered as a devilish idea danced in her brain. 

“Here. Let me help you cool off, piggy.”

She ripped the strawberry smoothie out of Kelly’s chubby hand, and before Kelly could react, Ariel upended it and poured the contents over Kelly’s head.

Strawberry smoothie ran down Kelly’s fat face and mingled with her tears. It poured down her fat back and pooled with her sweat in the crevices of her fat folds. And all Kelly could do was cry, shiver and then turn and waddle away with Ariel’s laughter and the laughter of the others off in the background. She could hear more and more people joining in as she waddled down the beach, struggling in the sand and struggling not to fall to her fat knees and breakdown completely. 

Kelly had never felt more humiliated in her life, more fat and powerless. She wished she could move faster and cursed her fat body for slowing her down. She wanted more than ever to make Ariel feel like she was feeling right now, fat and powerless. 

Fat and powerless. 

Eleanor watched as Kelly came waddling past her. On instinct, she went to say hello, and then upon immediately seeing the mess dripping down Kelly’s body was so shocked that she couldn’t come up with words of condolence fast enough as Kelly came barking through blubbering into her chubby hands and trying to wipe smoothie from her fat face. 

All Eleanor could do was shake her head and waddle up to Ariel in anger. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Ariel just rolled her eyes in response. 

“Oh, lighten up, Ellefun,” she scoffed. 

Then, seeing an opportunity to make another jab at Eleanor’s size she added-

“I guess that’s impossible for you to do. Right, Fatso?”

“Shut up,” Eleanor responded sternly which cut off the laughter of Octavia and Esteban. 

“Come on,” said Ariel, defensively now. 

“It’s just Kelly. She’ll be fine. She knows how to take a joke.”

“You can’t treat people that way.”

“She’s barely a person. She’s my fat assistant.”

Eleanor’s face went red with fury, and she stepped toward Ariel, threatening to bowl her over with her big fat belly. 

“Listen here you-“

“No YOU listen!” 

Ariel was no longer on the defensive. While Eleanor may have temporarily caught her off guard with her sudden burst of confidence, all it took was that brief exchange for Ariel to reset herself, and she was not going let an elephant like Eleanor charge her. 

“Kelly will be back. She needs this job. And so do you. So why don’t you be a good fat manager and manager to find my friends and I a fabulous party to go to tonight. Pull some damn strings because that’s the only reason I keep your fat ass around and get your job done, or you can just cave and waddle off like Kelly.”

Eleanor didn’t say anything. She glared. She grit her teeth. But in the end she backed down. She would get Ariel her party, but in this moment she knew that Ariel needed to be stopped. 

Ariel needed to be fattened. 

And that night she would dream about just how to do it. 

The party was bumping. Music blared and the floor was filled with hot hard bodied individuals bumping and grinding up against each other. It was a beautiful night full of beautiful people. 

And chief among them was Ariel. 

Just as she always did, Ariel owned the room. Even dancing amongst all these people, Ariel stood out. Plenty of people stopped what they were doing to admire Ariel’s hot body and watch her every move.

One those watchers was Eleanor, and she watched with a wonderful bit of knowledge inside her. She knew that Ariel was about to go from hottie to fatty, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. She was eager to see every pound piled onto her pretty body. She was thrilled just by the idea of watching that trim waistline of Ariel’s grow inch by inch along with the rest of her slim and sexy body going slack with soft sagging fat. 

As Eleanor watched slim and sexy Ariel dance wild and free with her arms above her head, those lithe arms began to shake as they filled with fat. With each move, Ariel’s new flabby bingo flapped about. 

Ariel swung her hips, and those hips grew wider. As her hips swayed, her tight bubble butt grew looser. It began to balloon outward and swing wildly. She soon had very chunky cheeks that were straining her dress, causing it to ride up and reveal more of her legs, legs that were rapidly growing as well. 

Those previously slender legs were thickening with each step that Ariel took in the dance floor. The fat filled them, and any sign of tone disappeared as her new thunder thighs quivered. Their fat slapped together producing a loud and satisfying smacking sound that was like music to Eleanor’s ears. 

Eleanor loved watching the way fat kept filling Ariel’s now flabby legs and working its way down to her calves and ankles and even her feet. She watched as Ariel’s feet swelled and threatened to pop the straps of her shoes. 

The previously slim, sexy and graceful Ariel was now a chunky mess, and undeniably chubby chick whose flabby body was jiggling as she wobbled in high heels that now looked very out of place. Ariel’s pudgy body was packed into her dress, bulges everywhere. And she looked like an overstuffed sausage as she continued to dance without noticing what had become of her once thin and now flabby frame. 

But other people were certainly starting to notice. 

The hot people that Ariel was dancing with, just as gorgeous and vain as she was were starting to notice that their was a chunkster dancing amongst them. As Ariel threw back her hips and began to twerk, her bloated butt cheeks had way too much bounce to them, and they clapped together just like her thunder thighs did. The sound they made and the sight of Ariel dancing as if she was still slender while jiggling like the fat woman she was becoming earned her a lot of snickers. 

Snickering went unnoticed by Ariel who kept dancing up a storm, ignoring the tightness of her dress and quivering of her flabby flesh which continued to expand. Eyes kept turning toward tubby Ariel as the fat caused the once lithe lady to lose her rhythm. Her butt cheeks were clapping on the 1 and 3. 

Slowly, people started to drift away leaving just Eleanor to watch chubby Ariel gyrate and jiggle. She was really starting to break a sweat as her fat sway. Her dress looked quick to bursting, especially along the sides where her love handles had gotten exceedingly thick and formed too large bulges where the dress stuck to the folds of her flesh. Her thighs were slapping together faster and faster as the space between them grew smaller with each new layer of fat added to her plumper body. 

Eventually, chunky Ariel was clearly starting to get winded on the dance floor. Now longer possessing her fit figure, the fatter woman had to slow down to catch her breath which was when Eleanor took her next cue. 

“Damn, Ariel. You look tired. After dancing up a storm like that, you must be hungry.”

She led a tired Ariel to a table and had her sit her well cushioned butt down. 

“You want food, don’t you?”

Breathless Ariel nodded which made her new double chin wobble. 

And that’s when the real eating started. 

Eleanor had Ariel start with a plate of buffalo chicken wings. The idea of the formerly glamorous model eating something so messy amused her, and she was not disappointed. Ariel practically inhaled the wings, sucking down one after another and leaving nothing but the bones. Sauce and grease quickly stained her hands, cheeks and chins. 

Yes. As she ate her face grew fatter, more bloated looking. Ariel no longer had her model quality face. As she kept eating, it fittingly became much more piggish. She developed jiggly jowls and her double chin became extra doughy. Even her nose started to swell with fat. She was eating her chicken wings so fast that she was beginning to snort like a pig while chewing, something that earned her more laughter and derision from the people who were still watching from off in the shadows. Eleanor laughed as well and watched her eat wing after wing until she was bored enough to switch the food for something new. 

That something was a pair of double cheese burgers which were loaded with toppings including barbecue sauce. Ariel double fisted the burgers, frantically taking a bite of one burger and then the other. Grease and barbecue sauce joined the buffalo sauce from the wings in running down her chubby cheeks and getting caught in the crevice between her chins. With each bite that filled her further, Ariel got even fatter. 

Ariel’s trim tummy continued to balloon outward. Her slim waist was long gone as her bloated stomach became a full blown blubber belly which surged outward and sagged onto her fat lap and came paired with meaty love handles that started to tear through the sides of her dress. Her muffin top was now too much for her seams and the sides began to split. Slowly, fat began to ooze outward and the seams began to rip further like ziploc bags unzipping. The dress made way for more fat to spill out. 

The burgers were as delicious as they were fattening, and Ariel was reduced to moaning and snorting as she gorged herself with them and grew fatter. The burgers got smaller and smaller with each bite and the girth of her gut got bigger and bigger until it was ready to completely burst from her dress. 

Once the burgers were done with, it was time for mac and cheese. The ooey gooey mess stuck to Ariel’s chubby cheeks and glooped down onto her chest, which was sagging heavily but not growing nearly as fast as the rest of her fattening body. 

The fattening mac and cheese also stuck to her growing thighs which filled further with fat and began to stick together. Her lap was appropriately fat and served as an excellent shelf for her sagging apron of a belly. Her thunder thighs grew to the point that if she was up and out of her seat, she would have to be waddling. 

Of course, she wasn’t getting out of her chair anytime soon, not with her next helping coming her way. 

This time Eleanor had Ariel working her way through a platter of peel and eat shrimp while stopping every once in a while to take big spoonfuls from a plate piled high with garlic mashed potatoes. Eleanor loved the way Ariel’s doughy double chin wobbled with every shrimp that the once greedily slender model sucked down. And the spoonfuls of mashed potatoes that she was shoveling into her fat mouth were huge. Lots of mashed potatoes and gravy ended up decorating her dress which now hung more like a bib thanks to the fact that her sides had split completely and her belly had grown so large. 

The lower roll of Ariel’s segmented double belly rolled completely out from under the remains of her dress. It was saggy useless fat that pooled out over her fat lap which was also growing fatter as she ate. Her thick thighs grew thicker and pushed themselves apart more which left Ariel’s sloshy belly fat to sag between them as best it could. 

The shrimp and mashed potatoes were chased with cheesy grits as Eleanor suddenly realized that that would go great with shrimp. It was a perfect pairing that helped Ariel get even pudgier. 

The chair beneath Ariel started to grown as she continued to gorge herself and gain more weight. Her ass grew in every direction. With no more dress holding her back, and her panties absolutely blown off (though trapped under her fat) Ariel’s ass was free to widen out further until the sides of her chunky cellulite covered cheeks clearly sagged over the sides of the chair. She was fattening further with each bite, and her ballooning butt also began to push her upward in her seat as it filled with even more blubber. It was like her but was giving her a ride. 

Ariel looked ridiculous as her fat kept actively pushing her away from the table which meant her fat arms had to really work to reach over her blubber belly  and get to the food that her fat gut so desperately craved. As she reached, her massive pillowy bingo wings wobbled furiously. Her chubby mitts grabbed at the food with her fat sausage fichefs and shoved that food into her fat mouth. 

Of course, there was still dessert to go. Cookies and cake crumbled in her fat fists as she shoved them into her mouth. She didn’t care for crumbs and just continued to pig out. She didn’t even care about the taste anymore. Ariel just needed to eat. And the more she ate, the fatter she got. She was already obese, but as she continued to eat she grew into a truly immense blob of fat. She was a sweating, snorting, piggish mess. 

And Ariel didn’t even realize what had happened until she had grown so fat that the chair finally gave out and her obese blob of a body landed on the floor with a tremendous thud that made her blubber bounce. Her flabby body quivered for a long time while Eleanor, who Ariel’s fat body now dwarfed, walked over and sunk her hand into Ariel’s soft, squishy, blubbery gut. 

“Oink for me, piggy.”

Ariel did as she was told. 

“Oink. Oink. Oink.”

As Ariel oink, Eleanor played with her stomach, slapping Ariel’s sagging flesh with both hands, lift it up and down and shaking it over and over again stopping every once in a while to let it go and watch it jiggle on its own before grabbing that gelatinous gut once again. 

“You’re a pig now, my pig. And you deserve this. Don’t you?”

“Oink. Oink,” was all Ariel could say. 

“You know you do. You were such a vain skinny bitch who loved to make fun of others. You loved to bully fatties. And you loved to stuff your face as a joke. Well, now you can stuff your face all the time. And you will won’t you?”

“Oink. Oink.”

“That’s right. You’re going to eat and get even fatter. You want more food right now, don’t you, Fatso?”

Eleanor grinned as she sinker her hand into a big chocolate cake. 

“You want this cake, Piggy? You know what I want to hear.”

Ariel looked up at Eleanor with a look of fear and desire in her wide eyes. 

“Oink. Oink.”

Eleanor grabbed Ariel’s blubber belly with one hand and used their other to shove the cake into Ariel’s fat face. 

Back in her bed, buried under her cheap sheets, Eleanor had a big smile on her fat face. 

She knew it might take a long time, but she was determined to make Ariel as fat as she was in her dream. 

Maybe even fatter. 

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Chapter 4

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Ariel loved to dance. For her it was more than just the joy of free flowing movement and the burst of endorphins that came with it. It was the way her dancing captivated others that really got her going. Ariel loved being stared at. She loved being objectified. To others it would have been an annoyance, a burden. 

To Ariel it was a drug she couldn’t get enough of. 

To Eleanor it was an annoyance that she was forced to deal with, but she reveled in the knowledge that those days would eventually be well behind Ariel as she began her fattening revenge.

While Ariel shook her tight ass on the dance floor for everyone to admire, Eleanor dreamed of making that ass fat and flabby. But it wasn’t enough to dream, not anymore. Now was the time to act, to make use of the weapons that were at her disposal.

There was food to be found floating on trays all around, and the alcohol flowed even more freely. Ariel had indulged in plenty of the second, but not nearly as much of the first. Instead she had kept her focus on the dance floor where she could draw the most eyes to her.

Eleanor’s eyes kept traveling from waiter to waiter as she tried to calculate how to get as much fattening food as she could into Ariel’s slim stomach. There were many decadent dishes to choose from thanks to the evening’s benefactor.

Kristos Malliakas was a large man with a gift for largess. He was the kind of man who reveled in all kinds of indulgence and it showed. He was known all over for his largeness, for his large body, his large wealth, and especially his large and extravagant parties.

Parties thrown by Kristos Malliakas managed to both be expansive and exclusive at the same time. For instance, this particular party took up an entire hotel rooftop with a pool and included elaborate displays of exotic animals in cages. It was star studded with lots of celebrities milling about including an array of beautiful models, including Ariel, the most beautiful of them all.

Getting into this party was a big deal, it was exactly the kind of event that Ariel was looking for and, lucky for her Eleanor and Kristos went way back to a time when they were both younger and far slimmer. For his part, Kristos, while a large man who certainly stood out in a crowd, was also something of a Gatsby-like figure who enjoyed maintaining quite a bit of mystique and intrigue about him which meant he was seldom actually seen at these parties.

This meant nothing to either Ariel or Eleanor who were both into the party for entirely different reasons.

Ariel only cared about the other people and how jealous she could make them. She cared about looking her best as she enjoyed the privileges that her hot body afforded her. 

Eleanor’s focus was on the sheer amount of food that was available at this party. 

To Ariel this party was a hedonistic heaven.

To Eleanor it was the perfect place for a trap.

Eleanor needed something to get Ariel distracted and set phase one of her approximately one million part plan into motion. There were many plates of hors d’oeuvres being walked around, but none of them had struck Ariel’s fancy yet. She was far too busy with her dancing- and the thrill of attention that it brought her- to pay attention to plates of mini stuffed mushrooms. 

This was a problem because Eleanor and Penelope had already had three of those mushrooms each, and they were supposed to be fattening up Ariel, not themselves. 

Then she spotted them. 

Ariel was an absolute sucker for shrimp cocktail, and Eleanor finally spotted not one but two waiters bringing around large plates of the stuff. That meant the first part of the first phase of her plan now needed two parts. One, she needed to get Ariel out of the center of this crowd; two, she needed to get Ariel to actually eat a shrimp. Just one would be enough to do it. There weren’t a ton of calories to be had in the shrimp, but Eleanor hoped just getting her going on them would really jumpstart Ariel’s appetite. 

Luckily, that first bit was taken care of by Penelope. Far less intoxicated that she let on, Penelope danced her way over to where Ariel was, Elaine-kicked to disperse a few of the people and then pretended to stumble so that she could hip check Ariel. It took a lot of humility on her part, but Penelope already felt like the butt of plenty of jokes thanks to the uncomfortable tightness of her dress clinging to her chunky belly. 

“Watch where you’re going, fat ass!” shouted Ariel after nearly being knocked to the floor. 

But Penelope pretended she didn't hear her and just kept dancing wildly, looking Every bit the drunken mess and forcing Ariel further away. 

“Ugg. You drunken, clumsy cow. You’re such a dumb fatty.”

Ariel was too flustered for cleverness, and she was also successfully broken from her rhythm. Defeated for a moment, she staggered in her heels momentarily as she steadied herself and looked for someone walking around to serve her another drink. 

And that’s when Eleanor pounced. 

It was easy to slip a pair of twenties to the two waiters with serving trays and get them to strategically circulate around Ariel. Luckily, as most waiters are, these two were also actors. So they had a love for drama and a sense of timing and character work (and also really needed the twenty bucks). With excellent flair, one moved right past her, catching her curiosity with the sight of the delicious shrimp cocktail and then completely gaining her attention by continuing to walk away while ignoring her command to stop.

People did not say no to Ariel very often. They certainly never ignored her completely. So when the first waiter kept walking, it made Ariel hyper aware that there was shrimp cocktail available, that she wanted it, and- for some strange reason- that she did not already have it.

So when the second waiter came by, Ariel cut him off completely and expertly snatched two shrimp with one hand and then caught a third with her second hand while the waiter was walking away. Like a lioness playing with her food, Ariel held the first two shrimp between her knuckles and dangled them over her head. Then she smiled as she lowered them toward her awaiting mouth slowly. One by one she wrapped her lips around the jumbo shrimp and sucked them down, right out of their tails. Her lips made a satisfying smacking sound each time. She really enjoyed eating the third one, giving it a playful little wiggle before sucking it down.

With three shrimp tails in her hands and still not being drunk enough to just be rude and throw them on the floor like a common slob, Ariel waited for the try to come around again. This time she was able to stop the waiter completely, deposit her tails, and then knock out four more shrimp in rapid succession with each one dipped in the delicious cocktail sauce.

A few people couldn’t help but turn their heads and witness this display, and when Ariel noticed some of the hottest guys on the boat looking her way, she grabbed two more shrimp and made a show of deeply taking both into her mouth at the same time and sucking them out of the tails with such ferocity that they made a distinct popping sound. (That was something they almost certainly didn’t hear, but she was quite proud of it.)

Now shrimp, even jumbo ones such as these aren’t worth a lot of calories, even when they’re dipped in cocktail sauce. But they did wet Ariel’s substantial appetite. So, after snatching and sucking down two more shrimps, she was ready to grab herself another glass of champagne and snack on something else.

That’s when she found that the mini-stuffed mushrooms were calling her name, and she was finally ready to answer.

The first stuffed mushroom hit with a surprising but satisfying burst of greasy that squirted out and shot right to the back of her throat when she bit into it. It didn’t stop her for a moment. Instead, Ariel just took it all like a pro, picked up another stuffed mushroom, then a third, and a fourth. The mushrooms were deliciously savory, stuffed with cheese that was incredibly delicious. They went down quickly too, addicting little things that they were. She lost count after seven but still kept going until her eyes caught the mini-crab cakes that were going around.

First, someone came up with the bright idea to do tequila shots. Ariel did hers, lime and all, while barely breaking stride as she flagged down the waiter with the crab cakes. She didn’t bother fooling around with just one and plucked two, one for each hand, dipped them into some tartar sauce and started to stuff them one after the other into her eager mouth. There was a part of her somewhere in the back of her head that told her she shouldn’t do this, that it was uncouth, unladylike. Her mind was trying to tell her that some people were starting to notice that she was perhaps eating a bit too much and a bit too enthusiastically. But the alcohol did a pretty good job of pushing those thoughts down and freeing her to think about more important things-

Like how she wanted two more crab cakes.

She ate those quickly as well and only half-heartedly wiped the crumbs that had collected on the top of her designer dress away. Her eyes sparkled with alcohol and with the dewey realization that she had somehow missed that the crab cakes were being served with some sort of chipotle mayo dipping sauce and that another one was called for. She dipped it in the delicious sauce and devoured it, but she limited herself to one because she also spotted a plate of shrimp shumai that she wanted to enjoy.

Two kinds of shrimp at one party? This was Ariel’s kind of shindig. The delicious dumplings steamed with ginger and a variety of herbs were both sweet and spicy thanks to the sauce that she dipped them in. And their size meant that once again Ariel could comfortably eat four in quick succession. In fact, thanks to her eager appetite and the lowered inhibitions thanks to all the alcohol Ariel had consumed, at one point she had her cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk with two shrimp shumai crammed in there at the same time. She looked ridiculous, and yet she felt like she could eat so much more. And it wasn’t even just a question- she wanted to eat so much more. 

So she did. 

Two more shrimp shumai soon found themselves swallowed up by the sultry model. 

Slim and sexy Ariel was acting like such a greedy fatty, and she didn’t notice it.

She certainly didn’t notice how swollen her stomach was starting to get.

It wasn’t much, but Ariel’s dress was designed to be tight, and while the portions she was eating had been small, the number of them was enough to give her the start of a real food baby. And by the time she saw the Thai chicken skewers with peanut dipping sauce her dress was even tighter. 

But that tightness didn’t matter when the craving for more delicious food still buzzed in her alcohol soaked mind. 

Ariel grabbed two of those chicken skewers- because Ariel was efficient and why waste having two hands- dipped them at the same time, and then tore into them one after another. A bit of peanut sauce stained the corner of her mouth which went unnoticed as Ariel grabbed another piece of shrimp cocktail. Damn, that shrimp was so good, so good that she needed a second, and then a third.

It seemed like she had tried all the samplers and life was coming back around. As much as she loved shrimp cocktail, would she really waste her time stuffing herself with more when she could be back on the dance floor being admired? The loss of novelty threatened to spur Ariel’s appetite. 

But Eleanor and Penelope were ready to move things toward phase two. 

For the moment that required a little more embarrassment on Penelope’s part. 

“Ugggg…” Penelope moaned in front of Ariel and grabbed at her own soft belly, which was still a good deal bigger than Ariel’s food baby.

“I feel so fat.”

Ariel couldn’t help herself. It was like a shark smelling blood in the water. Her eyes, slightly glazed by the alcohol, rolled themselves over until she looked down at the way Penelope was clutching the soft roll of her belly fat between her fingers. As she watched Penelope roll the fat roll between her fingers, Ariel’s lips curled up into a sinister grin, and she let out a staccato scoff, short and sharp and jarring.

“It’s because you are fat,” she said, and then she joined Penelope in the prodding of Penelope’s budgie belly.

“You’re so right,” Penelope said while nodding.

She made sure to keep her head tilted down enough before nodding to make sure that she flashed a double chin that the act of nodding only made worse.

“I’ve just… you know I’ve been such a piggy lately.”

The words were bitter in Penelope’s mouth, but she knew she needed to say them.

“Oink. Oink,” laughed Ariel, and that’s when Penelope knew she had Ariel hooked and just needed to reel her in for the kill.

“I just can’t help myself. I’ve been such a lazy, naughty little piglet.”

This one really got Ariel going. 

“Hell yeah, you have been, tubby. You better be careful or you’re going to turn into a real lardo.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

“You totally are. You don’t have the self-control or the good genes that I have. You pig out and gain pound after pound. I can eat whatever I want, whenever I want, and stay slim and sexy as hell.”

Ariel emphasized her point by slapping both of her hands against what she still thought was her slim stomach. The sound of her hands hitting her stretched out food baby sound like she was hitting a taut drum. 

A loud burp immediately escaped Ariel’s lips, but she ignored it completely. 

Penelope, not wanting to let Ariel get off the hook by realizing how much of a pig she was already acting like, spoke quickly. 

“You’re so right, Ariel. I’m turning into a real tub of lard, such a Fatso. But the food here just looks so good. You have to see the main spread.”

Ariel’s eyes popped wide open with interest. 

“Oh?”

Penelope nodded quickly at the realization that she still had Ariel going for the moment, and now was the time to go in for the kill. 

Acting like a good friend, Penelope pressed her hand to the small of Ariel’s back and began to gently lead her toward the buffet. 

“Oh yeah. You like have to see it. There’s lamb chops and crab legs. There’s these gorgeous cheesy potatoes dish. Oh my god. I think I’m like getting fatter just thinking about it.”

“You shouldn’t have any of that.”

“No. I shouldn’t.”

“It would make you fat.”

“Yes it would.”

“But I could have it.”

“Yes.”

“Lots of it.”

“Oh yeah.”

“All of it.”

“Let’s go.”

As Ariel was led toward the buffet, she broke away for a moment at the sight of a tray of hors d'oeuvre that had somehow escaped her gaze earlier. The tray had delightful skewers of watermelon, basil and goat cheese, and Ariel knew that it was the perfect light snack to tithe her over until she got to the main event meal while also cleansing her palette and whetting her appetite for the next round.

She took two.

Then, when Ariel got to the buffet proper she really went to town. With eyes wide and mouth watering, Ariel killed another glass of champagne that had at some point been placed in her hand and then stacked her large plate with food. She started with a trio of lamb chops then piled her plate high with crab legs. They even had more shrimp cocktail, so Ariel grabbed some of that for good measure. She was determined to put on a show for Penelope and really rub Penelope’s inability to eat like an absolute pig in her face.

And Penelope was eager to help her.

“Don’t forget these cheesy potatoes,” she said as she slopped a messy spoonful of the potatoes onto Ariel’s plate.

“Hmmm, like maybe a bit more,” she added along with another heaping spoonful of cheesy, calorie loaded goodness.

Ariel set her tight (for now) ass down and ignored the groaning of her stretched out stomach as she tore into the lamb chops. There was no sense of ladylike grace. Ariel was too intoxicated to handle anything like a fork and knife. She was all hands and teeth. In front of anyone that was watching, Ariel tore into the lambchops like an animal. She looked positively feral as she ripped meat off the bone and gnashed on it with her mouth forced open thanks to the large bites she was tearing off. She moved through the lambchops quickly and tossed aside the bones. One of them smacked off the plate, dribbled on the table and then dropped clumsily to the floor, only to be kicked away by Ariel as she reached for the crab legs which she alternated eating with the shrimp cocktail.

The crab legs were pre cracked, so all Ariel really had to do was wrap her lips around them and suck the meat down. This was still a rather impressive task, but Ariel was more than up for it. And she sucked greedily and quickly. So quickly in fact that Penelope found herself grabbing some crab legs to pluck the meat out of the shells for Ariel.

“You don’t want to miss out on this delish garlic butter,” she said as she handed Ariel a dish of the stuff because she didn’t want Ariel to miss out on any of the real calories.

Butter dripped down Ariel’s dainty fingers and dappled onto her dress as she drunkenly dipped the crab meat into the dish. She licked her buttery fingers clean before moving onto the cheesy potatoes.

Many people might refer to this dish as potatoes au gratin or scalloped potatoes if they felt like being fancy and didn’t know the difference between the two dishes, but Ariel was too drunk for semantics and lacking in class, so she was simply eating cheesy potatoes. And they were delicious. Like all extremely fattening dishes, the cheesy potatoes were full of flavor, and Ariel was so distracted by all of that flavor that she failed to notice that glops how much of the cheesy goodness was speckling her cheeks and the top of her dress.

Ariel really looked like a drunken mess, a total pig.

But Eleanor was not yet content.

Sure, Ariel’s piggishness was on full display, and Eleanor could see the people staring at her and laughing. She had ensured that Ariel would surely be gossiped about for days to come, if not longer. But she wanted to strike while the iron was hot and really push the night for all it was worth. She was intoxicated, not just by alcohol, but by the sheer sense of control that she felt, something she had been lacking for so long.

So, as Penelope secretly loaded another spoonful of cheesy potatoes onto Ariel’s plate, Eleanor waddled over and sauntered up to Ariel as best as her obese body would allow.

“You’re not slowing down now, are you?”

Ariel’s eyes were glazed over from a mix of alcohol and food, and it was clear that she was about ready to slip into a food coma. Without realizing what she as doing, Ariel’s hands began to massage her bloated tummy.

“The food’s soooo good, but I’m just getting sooo full.”

Penelope took advantage of the opportunity to pick up a forkful of potatoes and hand feed it to Ariel.

“That’s funny. I like totally hadn’t thought of you as a quitter.”

Ariel snorted and then angrily snatched the fork from Penelope’s hand and spitefully stuffed another forkful of cheesy potatoes into her mouth. 

“I’m not a quitter,” she mumbled through a mouthful of food. 

“Of course you’re not,” said Eleanor as she gave Ariel an encouraging pat on the back, something that caused Ariel to let out a loud burp and conveniently made room for more food. 

“That’s good,” Eleanor said reflexively and then quickly caught herself and followed up with-

“Because I saw Cassandra and Trishelle talking about how jealous they were of how much you could eat and keep your fit figure. They hate you so much right now. You’re really putting on a show and they just can’t keep up.”

Cassandra and Trishelle were Ariel’s most hated rivals, and Eleanor knew that dropping their names would get a big reaction from the bloated Ariel.

“Damn right they can’t,” said Ariel and she sputtered out some of the food she was eating.

“You’re showing them,” egged on Eleanor.

“Yes I am.”

“So you can’t stop now.”

“No. I can’t.”

“Not when you have them right where you want them.”

“Exactly.”

“Besides, there’s still dessert to have.”

“Hell yeah,” proclaimed Ariel as she put down her fork and swallowed the last of the cheesy potatoes.

And with that Eleanor and Penelope each brought plates of dessert over to Ariel. Eleanor had piled her with a couple slices of cake, and Penelope had gone for an assortment of cookies. It didn’t matter to Ariel. With one hand she grabbed at the cookies. With her other hand she picked up the fork she had just used for the cheesy potatoes and stabbed at the cake. Like an efficient eating machine, Ariel began to alternate between the two.

At that point, Eleanor decided that her work was done and she could sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the evening unfold.

She hadn’t been totally lying. She had been listening to Cassandra and Trishelle earlier, and they had been talking about Ariel, but it was more in mockery. And now Eleanor wished to eavesdrop on the rest of their catty conversation as they watched Ariel, already beyond bloated from the large amount of food that she had consumed, greedily stuff herself with dessert in a purposeful- if somewhat misguided- display of dominance.

And Cassandra and Trishelle did not disappoint Eleanor in the slightest.

“Is she really eating all of that?” chuckled Cassandra.

“You should have seen the amount she was eating earlier. Girl, I have never watched someone just hork down hors d’oeuvres like that. It was crazy,” announced Trishelle while miming swiping at and eating a lot of food.

Trishelle’s sweeping gestures went unnoticed by Ariel who was too focused on the delicious dessert that she was stuffing herself with.

The two women leaned forward in their sips and took slow sips of their cocktails as they watched Ariel continue to cram cookies and cake into her mouth. They were positively giddy as they kept tilting their heads to whisper cattily to one another.

“She looks crazy right now. Like, damn. How is she expecting to keep her figure?” asked the bewildered and amused Cassandra.

“I don’t know but I kinda want to see how far she can go, right? It’s kinda like a show now. It’s ridiculous.”

“It’ll be ridiculous if she kept eating like that and got really really fat.”

Trishelle’s eyes narrowed as she focused in on Ariel who was eating another slice of cake completely oblivious to the cattiness that was occurring around her. Trishelle’s mouth curled upward into a grin.

“You mean it’ll be funny.”

Cassandra, catching on began to nod, slowly enough so as to nod draw too much attention to herself but with an energy that implied her eagerness for Ariel’s downfall.

“Hell yeah it will be.”

“Just picture Ariel as a fatty.”

“Instead of strutting she’d be waddling around.”

“How humiliating for her,” chucked Trishelle.

“And wonderful for us,” said Cassandra as she fought back the urge to cackle maniacally. 

“It would be nice to get rid of the competition.”

“Oh yes it would.”

The two looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement. There was a long pause between them then as they turned back to watch Ariel continue to munch on dessert after dessert. She had moved on from cookies and cake and was now dining on pastries. There were cannoli and profiteroles, mini-eclairs and baklava. And Ariel was scarfing them all down with reckless abandon. Even more absurdly, Ariel had apparently at some point called for another serving of shrimp cocktail which was now sitting by her side standing out like a sore thumb next to all the desserts.

“Seriously, she better not make this a habit.”

“Yes. If she did this all the time it would ruin her career.”

“Which would be great for us.”

“It would.”

“And she clearly lacks self-control.”

“Clearly.”

“It would be a shame if someone pushed her in the wrong direction.”

“Shame.”

“Encouraged some bad habits.”

“That would be so bad.”

“And turned Ariel into a total out of shape fat ass.”

“She’d lose everything, her figure, then her money then… well I’m sure things would be really bad.”

“Can you imagine it?”

“I could.”

“So could I.”

And so could Eleanor.

She could see it all so clearly, Ariel laid back like a queen, a big fat spoiled queen on cushions reduced to a lazy gluttonous spoiled pig. So comfortable. So fat. She could picture a dolled up Ariel looking ridiculous in a dress that was clearly meant to be loose but was instead looking like it was painted on as it wrapped itself around Ariel, stretched out thin, and looked like it was glued to places thanks to the sweaty nature of her folds of fat.

Ariel sat there, with a glazed look over her eyes as more food was pressed to her plump sauce stained lips. Her cheeks were redundantly chubby with crumbs dotting them and gravy that ran down her jowls and into the creases of her multiple chins. As she opened wide to take more food into her greedy mouth, her entire face jiggled. Her face was basically just a big ball of fat, round and soft. Even her nose had gotten plumper, and the chubbiness of her chunky cheeks made her eyes look beady and gave Ariel a very piggish appearance. The sense of piggishness was compounded as Ariel struggled to breathe around all of the food that she was ingesting which forced her into snorting that sounded a lot like the oinks of a pig, and a rather large one at that.

Her snorts were loud and deep, a true sign of her size. She was a rather resonant sow with her snorting near constant as she kept allowing Cassandra and Trishelle to stuff her with food, cakes, cookies, hot dogs, sandwiches. There was no rhyme or reason to the order in which food entered her mouth, and there was no end to it either. A hand would come up to her lips and she would dutifully and greedily take the food from it, and then another hand would reach her and she would scarf down that food as well. She was an eating machine, and it showed on the rest of her body.

Ariel’s enormous breasts were certified crumb catches. The massive mounds of flesh were practically spilling out of her dress even as they sagged low. Her bloated breasts were soft and saggy with flabby flesh that was covered in stretch marks. And they quivered everytime Ariel eagerly accepted new food into her fat mouth. The only thing that made her blubbery boulders for breasts seem small at all was the size of her spare tire. Her breasts were very big, but her gut was huge.

Her big blubbery belly spilled out in front of her. Her dress was ripped in the middle to allow the lower roll of her massive double belly ooze out and completely filled her big fat lap. The whole tore around her belly blubber in such a way that it also fully exposed her belly button which was dark and deep, and Eleanor imagined that she could lose most of a finger if she poked it in there. Ariel’s gut was a gigantic gelatinous mass of greedy gluttonous flesh that jiggled like jello at the slightest movement, and with every ounce of food that was stuffed into her fat face, Ariel’s belly stretched out just a little more. She moaned, and groaned, and snorted as she ate the food and ran her chubby hands up and down her flabby food covered belly. She would gently caress her meaty love handles, sliding her hands down her fat side and reaching for the sweaty underside of her blubber belly as best as she could given its supreme girth. Ariel’s underbelly was soft and sensitive, and it quivered as she touched it which just made her moan all the more.

Ariel’s arms were fat and flabby as well. They were so blubbery and weak that she could barely lift them to feed herself which is why she relied so heavily on her two model attendants to keep stuffing her with snack cakes. Her once lithe arms had been reduced to bloated ones with big blubbery bingo wings were her biceps used to be. They jiggled relentlessly because they were so fat and flabby. They were like soft pillows that were large enough to make them stick out when they sat against big fat sides. It wasn’t just the blubbery bingo wings. Ariel had fat wrists that ended in chubby hands with fat, clumsy, sausage fingers. She looked like an eating machine who had grown so fat that her arms had broken down from repeated use and her now just weak flabby limbs that left her reliant on others.

Her thighs were massive as well. Ariel needed to be sitting on pillows because any kind of chair would have been overwhelmed by the thickness of her thunder thighs. Her thunder thighs were these massive pools of fat that spread across the pillows and threatened to devour them. They were quivering masses of soft spongy flesh that rolled over her knees as well. If she were to get up and try to walk, Ariel would have been forced to waddle about thanks to the sheer size of her thighs, smacking and rubbing together, chafing as they tried desperately to push her legs as far apart as they could. Although are large portion of her thunder thighs was overwhelmed by the size of her gelatinous gut, the sides of her thighs, soft squishy saddlebags, could be clearly seen and were covered in stretch marks and cellulite. Beyond her thighs, previously slender Ariel had thick swollen cankles, and fat feet with plump swollen toes.

Ariel’s ass was also enormous. It had swollen until it was larger than the pillows that she was sitting on, and it gave her so much extra cushion that she was raised up out of her seat, buoyed by the balloons that were her bulbous, bloated, blubbery butt cheeks. Those chunky cheeks were covered in cellulite just like her thick tree trunk like thunder thighs. As much as they pushed Ariel up, her enormous ass cheeks also acted as an accomplished anchor which assisted in keeping her ass glued to its seat. Her as was big and blubbery and would have quivered just like the rest of her if it wasn’t trapped by her fat body, pinned under all of the flesh that made up her flabby form.

And of course, she was fat and she was useless which meant Cassandra and Trishelle were her eager encouragers as they kept lifting food to her mouth and playing with their piggy. 

“That’s right. You know you want more,” cooed Cassandra as she tickled the underside of Ariel’s blubber belly. 

“Just another spoonful of Mac and cheese,” added Trishelle as she held the spoon up to Ariel’s plump lips with one hand while allowing the other to sink into the spongy flesh of Ariel’s squishy thunder thigh. Her and sank deep as Ariel’s fatty flesh oozed between her slender fingers.

“And another slice of cake.”

Cassandra smiled and shoved the slice of cake into Ariel’s eagerly awaiting mouth. As she did so, her hand reached under Ariel’s massive blubbery belly and bounced it up and down. The flab sloshed around and crashed onto her fat lap like waves. It undulated up and down, and if Cassandra had let that blubber belly go it would have kept shaking for several moments afterward.

Trishelle watched all this and smiled as well. 

“You’ve been such a good piggy. And you’re going to keep eating and getting fatter for us, aren’t you piggy?”

Ariel nodded eagerly which made her multiple chins wobble. 

Cassandra awarded her acceptance with more belly rubs and another slice of chocolate cake that she made sure to smear it across Ariel’s chubby cheeks. 

“That’s right. You slim and sexy model days are over. You’re just our plump plaything now, aren’t you? Our big fat toy, our pet piggy. And you love it and want so much more? Don’t you?”

Ariel nodded again, and that nodding was cut off by another spoonful of Mac and cheese from Trsihselle who let a big glob of it plop right down into the canyon of Ariel’s cleavage. 

“Of course that’s what you want, piggy. You’re such a greedy hog. And we’re going to give you everything you want and more. We’re going to stuff you with food until you’re the fattest fatty around, emphasis on the round. We’re going to feed you and feed you, make you fatter and fatter, and you’ll still be oinking for more. Won’t you?”

Hungry Ariel gave the only response she could as Trishelle and Cassandra. She opened her mouth, tilted her head upward and-

“Oink. Oink oink. OINK OINK OINK!”

Her multiple chins wobbled with each oink as her squealing got louder until she was silenced by a big sandwich being shoved into her mouth.

“Good piggy,” laughed Cassandra as she gave Ariel’s big blubbery belly a nice big slap.

SMACK!

Eleanor was brought back to reality by Penelope bumping into her. The pudgy blonde was now actually drunk, and she was greatly lacking in coordination as she slung her arm over Eleanor’s shoulders and stuffed another mini-crab cake into her own mouth.

Penelope looked over at Ariel, who was still eating all on her own, and smiled.

“I think it’s like… going well, right?”

Eleanor looked Ariel up and down and took the time to size up Ariel’s stretched out stomach as the model shoved another cream puff into her mouth to further fuel her food baby.

“Yes,” she said with a nod.

“I think it’s going very well indeed.”

For her part, all of this went unnoticed by the intoxicated Ariel. She couldn’t possibly see how the world was plotting against her. She was far too caught up in her own hedonism. 

In her mind, the world was still in awe of her. Everyone was jealous. Everyone was admiring her. She was indulging in life without consequence. 

In fact, the only consequence she was even vaguely aware of was the fact that she had consumed so much alcohol that she may be doomed for one hell of a hangover the next day. 

“It’s not a problem,” she mused. 

“When I get home, I’ll just make sure I have something to eat before bed.”

And then she slurped down another piece of shrimp cocktail. 

By the time she staggered into her home, Ariel felt like a parade balloon ready to pop. She waddled from one foot to the other while cradling her massive food baby with her slender hands. 

It had been one hell of a party, full of booze and food. Even in the limo ride home, Eleanor kept Ariel well supplied with champagne and caviar which was served on toast points. Ariel was way too drunk to appreciate the expensive dish that Eleanor had somehow grabbed on their way out the door. But she wasn’t so drunk that she couldn’t enjoy the plate of cream puffs that Penelope enjoyed hand feeding her- though how much Penelope enjoyed it was something that escaped her perception and the fact that Eleanor and Penelope fed her at all was likely to slip from Ariel’s alcohol soaked sieve of a brain at some point. 

Ariel felt like a cream puff, positively stuffed, absolutely full of food and ready to burst at any moment. 

She had really made a pig of herself at the party. 

And yet. She was still hungry. 

Ariel couldn’t deny it. Maybe she was just still riding a high from all the food she had been able to consumed and wanted to keep chasing it. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. When she thought of all the alcohol that she had consumed, she remembered that she needed to eat more to avoid the hangover. She needed to stay awake and eat to beat it. It wasn’t just about eating food for eating’s sake. It was about survival! She had to eat because her life depended on it. 

So she waddled over to the fridge. 

Now, Ariel ordered out most of the time, so she didn’t really keep much in the way of food in the fridge. But she did occasionally find herself wanting to make a sandwich in a pinch. So she did keep some bread and other sandwich supplies on hand. Of course, by the time she opened up the fridge and fell down flat on her ass, she realized that the bread was in a cabinet far away, and she was in no condition to get up at the moment. 

Instead, Ariel lazily settled for grabbing a package of cold cuts and a jar of mayonnaise and went to town. 

The first time she dipped the ham into the mayonnaise, she went entirely too far and sunk her fingers in as well. This left Ariel dripping mayonnaise all over her dress and having to suck her fingers clean before moving onto the next piece, and a third, and a fourth. Ariel wasn’t counting. She just worked her way through whatever was left of the package. And when she was done she used her fingers to scoop out whatever was left of the jar of mayonnaise as well. 

After that, Ariel found a piece of cold pepperoni pizza that was anywhere from a few days to a week old and tore into it like a mindless animal. She didn’t bother to heat it up. She just shoved it into her mouth past lips that were ringed with lemonade, and the pizza slice soon inflated her cheeks that were dotted with various stains from the other foods she had consumed that night. 

Eating that cold slice of pepperoni pizza gave Ariel the energy she needed to get herself back up to her feet, but after that she found that something else was bothering her 

The dress. 

Ariel stumbled to her bedroom and sunk her fingers into her fine silk sheets and plush mattress as she groaned from the tightness of her dress. She felt like a sausage in a casing that needed to split. Her hands struggled to get to the zipper. She bounced all around. Her bloated belly sloshed about. Eventually she managed to stress the dress enough that the zipper just popped, and then it was a matter of shimmying and rolling around until she eventually managed to peel the dress off. 

After that she stood there in all her glory. 

Her bloated belly lurched out in front of her. It surged far past the waistband of her panties and looked like a big over inflated ball. She looked decidedly pregnant with a food baby that was three months past its due date. 

Once she had unleashed her bloated belly from the confines of the food and sweat stained designer dress, now forever broken and ruined and thrown into the back and bottom of her closet, Ariel proceeded to unclasp her bra and let her tits hang free before slipping out of her panties. 

It was amazing how different the rest of her body looked with her toned limbs and supple but firm butt. The rest of her slim and sexy body was still the same, left currently untouched by calories that for now were contained to her stretched out stomach. 

Now free of all her tight clothes, Ariel decided that the best thing to do to start sobering up was to hop in the shower. She let the warm water soothe her as she felt it drip down her face and into her cleavage. The warm water ran across her breasts and teased her nipples until it hit her stomach and had to take a detour thanks to the bloated curve of her belly. 

Water dripped from her distended food filled gut, and plenty of it still rode the curve of her tubby tummy until it slipped between her thin, toned thighs. She reached out with shaky hands and soaped herself up, doing a half hearted job since she was still in a drunken stupor. But she still found the time to twist and play with her nipples. 

Her pleasure brought with it another burp, freeing up some room in her bloated stomach and allowing her to relax with a moan followed by a slightly smaller burp. 

After she was done with the shower, Ariel relieved herself, something she realized in her drunken state she probably should have done in reverse order. This meant that she decided to immediately hop back into the shower, and by the time she was done with all of that she found that she was hungry again. 

Pizza. 

The shitty cold pizza had put it in Ariel’s mind to get more. 

She wanted more pizza. Better pizza. Fresh. Hot. Delicious pizza. That would surely cure her hangover before it even set in. And now that she had taken so long to get out of her clothes and get showered she had digested enough of her party meal (and the cold cuts and mayonnaise) to have room for more. And she knew a pizza place nearby that would deliver late. 

So she decided to order a pie, a large meat lovers’. She knew she would only eat a slice, maybe two. But she figured she could keep the rest, and, assuming she slept late and was barely in the mood to do anything the next day, she could heat up the leftovers for breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or whatever. 

It was a full forty minutes before the pizza arrived, and Ariel, having broken the seal and relieved herself two more times, now had plenty of room in her greedy tummy to eat. 

Dressed only in a silk robe that barely synched around her bloated belly, Ariel opened the door and greeted a delivery driver who had no idea the show he was in for. 

Dennis was a classic chubby nerdy loser. He looked like exactly the kind of scruffy college guy you would imagine a stereotypical delivery guy would be. Dennis was a slacker, a stoner, and a fat guy who enjoyed his job as a delivery guy a bit too much for his own good. He was known to steal a few fries here and there or make a garlic knot go missing if he was feeling really bold.

He was also a feeder, and when Ariel opened the door he practically dropped the pizza. 

“Hey there big boy, that for me?”

Ariel was hanging out of her robe in more than one place. Her stomach hand partly parted the tied up robe and was still surging forward eager to make itself known. 

And Dennis was eager to see it. 

He was so dumbfounded by the beauty of what he was witnessing, he didn’t even bring the pizza forward to hand to her. She just slipped her hands under to take the hot package from him. 

It was when she got closer that Dennis realized who she was. He was terrible with names but he definitely recognized her face from magazines and commercials he had seen. And now here he was entranced as she licked mayonnaise off her lips and pressed her bloated belly against the pizza box. He could still smell the seductive scent of deli meat on her breath. 

Ariel, feeling drunk and a bit mischievous, popped the tape on the box, opened it up, and slowly pulled out a slice of pizza in front of Dennis, letting him drool as he watched the cheese drip and the grease run down her fingers. 

“Oh my. It’s soooo hot.”

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts up with her arms as she blew on the slice. 

And then she slowly brought the slice to her lips. 

Once that meat lovers’ pizza slice hit her tongue, the hunger took over. There was no seduction from that point on, just the act of devouring. And Dennis watched it all with wide eyes and a definite erection. 

Ariel was still a drunken mess and she ate the pizza slice accordingly, getting sauce all over her cheeks and chin and spilling some of it into her cleavage. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to get to her second slice. 

“Thanks,” she said as she snapped the box closed and took it from Dennis with a saucy smile. 

Dennis watched as she walked away with a swaying to her hips. He eyed the way the back of her robe fell against her firm butt, and he imagined that butt growing far fatter and flabbier, thick and saggy enough to be hanging out from underneath the robe. He wanted so badly to hand feed her each and every slice of that pizza. 

And he was left imaging all that and more as the door shut in his face. 

The thoughts swam through his head, of his hands all over her body, massaging a doughy midsection stuffed with food that he helped put there. He pictured her moaning with pleasure at the taste of the food and the feeling of his hands sinking into her soft yielding flesh. 

He pictured her oinking for him. 

It was a sea of pleasant thoughts that were more than enough to carry him through his evening. 

Meanwhile, back inside the apartment, Ariel settled in with the meat lovers’ pizza. She didn’t even bother getting a plate and just sat down and started eating right from the box. As she worked her way through most of the second slice, she was beginning to hit a wall. Whatever space that she had made earlier was now being filled up with sausage, ground beef and pepperoni. Cheese and grease made her stomach feel heavy as it swelled more than ever. 

She knew this was her last meal for the night. Sleep was close to overtaking her, and in the back of Ariel’s mind part of her chuckled at the thought of having pizza for dessert. 

Then she remembered that she had ice cream in the freezer. 

But no. No ice cream. That was a bridge to far. 

A third slice of pizza though?

She was extremely full. 

But she wasn’t a quitter after all. 

So she ate that third slice and sat back in her seat groaning with her hands on her bloated stomach, fingers tapping it like it was a drum. Ariel sat there for a long moment before rocking herself up to her feet, letting loose a loud and victorious burp and closing up the pizza box. 

Ariel may have been intoxicated still, but she waddled with the pizza box back over to her fridge determined not to leave it out and let it spoil. 

After all, the rest of that pie would make for great leftovers in the morning. 

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