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"Nightmare Pigs 2": Prologue
🕑 Added 2024-10-31 14:31:03 +0000 UTCHere is the full prologue to "Nightmare Pigs 2". As a Halloween treat, I'm making this available to all members (free or paid) before I release it on Deviant Art. Paid members, the plan is to still get out chapter 1 by tonight, hopefully. If you haven't read the original "Nightmare Pigs", you can read the entire collection HERE.
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“Do you have any idea how fat I could make you?”
Cinda cowered at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and all at once at the same time.
“I could turn you into a complete fat ass, an immobile blob of blubber, a real cow as you’re so frequently fond of calling people.”
A flash of memories came across Cinda’s eyes like she was watching a thousand television screens all at once. She could see years of the pain she inflicted on others with her cutting words and her physical actions. All her vanity, all her flaunting, all her bullying ways were laid bare before her.
“It would serve you right too, for your years of casual cruelty. It’s so easy for you to be spiteful and mean to others? Of course it is. Everything’s been easy for you your whole life, why shouldn’t that be. That’s why you look down on others, judge them. You see fat people as lazy and greedy because you don’t know what it’s like to have to struggle in the slightest.”
The voice started to take shape with a body that was shadow on top of shadow but framed by long deep purple hair like tentacles and a Cheshire cat grin.
“Now you’re going to struggle.”
Cinda couldn’t see it, but she could feel long boney fingers tickling her abs.
“You’ve had everything handed to you because of your looks. And you barely even have to work to maintain that thanks to that fabulous metabolism of yours.”
Sharp nails ran themselves along the curves of her trim midsection.
“Well I’m going to take that metabolism away from you, and give you an even bigger appetite instead, not just for anything and everything, but for fattening food in particular, sweet treats, greasy fried food, that’s what you’re going to be craving. And the pounds, they’re going to pile on.”
There was a cold whisper in her ear.
“Say goodbye to your precious abs. Say goodbye to your pretty privilege.”
Cinda could see all the times she ever flashed her abs, danced on a countertop, wore a bikini. Years of memories flooded her vision and then began to blink out of existence.
“It’s time for you to experience how the FATTER half lives.”
Cinda felt her mind stretch and in an instant it was like she was in her own body feeling her own abdominal muscles with her delicate hands, tickling hard muscles with her piano fingers, while also looking at herself doing all of this. Then, at the same time, she saw and felt those abs start to disappear. At first it was just like her entire middle became mush. She looked like a thin woman who never worked out. Then she looked like a thin woman who didn’t work out and also ate a few too many snacks. Her belly went from simply lacking tone to having a little bit of extra pudge that she found unsightly. Unfortunately, her vision never got better as the pounds kept piling on. The moments kept slipping by and the weight kept slipping on and what was once describable as a starter belly became a pot belly and then a gut. That guy surged forward into her hands and felt like a heavy weight, heavy but incredibly soft and squishy.
She couldn’t help but squeeze her belly. It was a reflex to explore this alien flesh and find that it was all her own. This was her stomach fat, her flab that she now squished between her fingers as she measured the weight with her hands like they were the scale. She jiggled it and slapped it, and then, in a fit of panic, she tried to push it back into her body, but there was no going back. Her growing gut just continued the push forward, a surging sack of fat that eventually pushed her hands away. And as Cinda watched her blubbery belly continue to blossom, she looked down at the same hands that were fighting to contain it and found herself realizing another horror.
They were getting fatter too.
Her hands once so delicate were now looking decidedly clumsy as the fat filled them. Suddenly she had chubby hands, mitts of fat, and her fingers, once slender piano fingers, became big fat sausages. She would have screamed if she could, but instead she just continued to watch and feel as the fat that had filled her hands began to work its way up her wrists, swelling them as well, but where she really noticed the weight gain was when the fat made its way to her upper arms.
Cinda’s biceps began to bloat, but it was also so much more than that. She didn’t just feel her arms get fatter; she felt herself get weaker. Whatever muscle she had in her biceps was lost as they bloated up and developed thick, flabby bingo wings. Suddenly she felt pathetic, useless, empty. The only thing that filled her arms now was fat, she could feel how it had robbed her fitness.
And it was far from done.
Her shoulders went quickly. They were fattened up and rounded off as the fat made its way into her breasts where it did not stay long. What was there was just as permanent as everything else, but there wasn’t nearly as much of it. As the fat worked its way into her beautiful and perky breasts, it stretched out the skin and stole their perkiness leaving her breasts heavier but looking smaller and deflated as the fat pulled them downward. They became sad, sagging breasts covered in stretch marks and quivering in shame as the fat redirected itself elsewhere.
Where the fat went next was her neck which grew thicker. If she was able to speak at that moment she would have heard that even her voice had seemingly gotten fatter, growing deeper as her neck thickened. She couldn’t feel that. But what she could feel instead was the way the fat worked its way up and then dangled downward in the form of a second chin that was very doughy in texture.
But the double was not the end of her facial changes. Her cheeks rounded out, losing the angular nature and instead developing sagging, jiggling jowls. Fat filled out every part of her face, including her forehead and nose. The way the fat filled her forehead made her look dull, and the way it inflated her nose made her look piggish. This new look was further aided by the fact that her cheeks became so inflated with fat that they made her eyes look beady.
Many fat women have cute moon faces with adorably chubby cheeks that people would kindly call cherubic, but not Cinda. She was decidedly piggish, decidedly dull, what many would call decidedly ugly.
Even then, even with her pretty face now thoroughly bloated, the fat was not done with Cinda. It had filled up her upper half and her belly, but her lower half had yet to feel the wrath of the fat, and that was quickly changed as the muscles in her legs became slack, and they became soft and flabby. Then, just like the rest of her, they began to expand outward, skin stretching and dimpling with cellulite as they turned from lean and limber limbs to thick thunder thighs, outrageously flabby and large enough to widen her stance so that if she was able to move she would be forced to waddle. The rest of her legs grew fat as well. Cinda developed cankles and fat feet with sausage toes. But it was her thighs that really stole the show. She grew thunder thighs covered in big slabs of chunk that made for excellent landing pads for her butt cheeks.
Those cheeks grew incredibly large and incredibly flabby. They were massive in size and sag and after fighting gravity for as long as they could they gave up and slapped down onto the backs of her fat thunder thighs. Each cheek became larger enough to be held in two hands with some left offer. She was full of booty meat that jiggled and swayed under the slightest movement.
That’s when Cinda realized it. She could move again. Only every time she moved all it did was remind her of how incredibly obese she was. Every plodding step was like another dagger to the heart knowing that she was now an extremely fat woman with no conceivable way back.
Scarlet had been right of course. Cinda was not used to work, not real work. She had kept up her muscles with limited effort thanks to great genes. To really shift this kind of weight, that was just something she couldn’t fathom doing. As much as she wanted to lose the weight and get back to being a slim and sexy self, the thought of heading back to the gym and being seen like this, of struggling was far more than she could take.
She was doomed. She was a fatty and fat too lazy to be anything else but a fatty.
And as she accepted that fact, her great big greedy gut started to rumble, and she knew that there was one thing she suddenly wanted even more than being thin again.
To stuff herself like a total pig.
So Scarlet slipped back into the shadows and disappeared into reality content in the knowledge that once Cinda woke up the first thing she would do, after screaming at the sight of her elaborately expanded figure, would be to order a big fat greasy breakfast.
Elsewhere, Jennifer Russel was waking from her own dream.
It was a nightmare she had had many times before. In it she was slim and sexy, an undeniable fox. That was always her favorite part of the dream, the beginning when she could look at herself in the mirror and admire her fit figure. She was physical perfection, with long lean limbs covered in just the right amount of muscle. Her breasts were perky and the perfect size. She had six pack abs and an angelic face. She had shining blonde hair and smelt positively heavenly. There wasn’t a single flaw about her and admiring herself filled her with such joy.
Was it wrong to be so into oneself? It couldn’t be wrong when one looked like Jennifer did in her dream. And as she kept gazing at herself in the mirror she remembered everything
This wasn’t just a dream. This was her. This was who she really was, who she was meant to be. She was slim and sexy and surrounded by friends just like her, but she was the head bitch in charge. And she was a real bitch. But she had earned it. She got to look down on people because she was better than other people. She deserved so much more than them.
And the moment she thought those things was the moment her stomach began to rumble. And the food would show up.
It was different every night. Sometimes it was cake or cookies. Sometimes it was more savory fare. At least once, it had been a strange combination of pizza, beer and doughnuts. But what was the same every night was the amount in that it was always immense, always impossibly huge. There was always too much to eat and yet she would start doing just that.
Jennifer would eat and eat and eat. And as she ate the inevitable would happen.
She would start getting fat.
Jennifer’s body would start inflating like a parade balloon. Her abs would disappear and she would develop a big ball belly that stuck out in front of her until it got so fat that it collapsed under its own weight and became a blubbery double belly. If Jennifer watched that happen to someone else she would have found it endlessly amusing, how tremendously cartoonish it looked. But she wasn’t looking. She was feeling.
Just like she felt her belly bloom, she also felt her thighs swell, quivering with new as her hips widened as well. And she felt herself rise up in the seat as her ass became two thick flabby cushions. She could feel her arms wobble as she reached for more and more food while her biceps turned blubbery and grew to be the size of ham hocks. Her bingo wings jiggled as she stuffed her face with food and licked her chubby fingers clean.
She could feel crumbs or sauce or syrup dribbling down her face, first down one chin, then a second, then a third until it felt whatever it was fall off her fat face and into her cavernous cleavage. Jennifer kept expanding, growing heavier, weighing herself down with fat and food until the began to creak and then break. She crashed on the floor with waves of blubber undulating for what felt like forever.
And all she could do was reach for more food, oinking snorting with greed until the snorts inevitably turned into the hum of her alarm clock and brought her back to a reality.
That reality was full of fat just like her nightmare. When she woke in the morning gravity and her own sense of self-loathing fought with her fat body to keep her pinned to her bed. Nothing made her feel weaker than trying to get her obese body from lying on her fat back to sitting position. She used to be able to do crunches like it was nothing. There was a time, though now the memories felt quite foggy, that she loved doing abdominal workouts, but now her huge spare tire weighed her down and was so large that it was like trying to do a crunch with a big exercise ball on top, and exercise was not something she was up to nowadays.
Jennifer thought about exercise sometimes. She remembered how easy it used to be, how much she used to take simple mobility for granted. Now, getting out of bed was certainly a workout. In fact, the sweat that she produced while struggling added to those struggles by making her flab stick to her bedsheets. But it was nowhere near the same thing, and the struggle to physically get out of bed was enough to make her want to swear off physical activity for the rest of the day. Luckily, for Jennifer, once she got out of bed her day was mostly spent sitting. She would sit around the house and eat. Sometimes she would go to college and sit in class.
Getting to college wasn’t an easy experience. She would always get a seat on the bus, but the problem with that was that she was large enough to need two. Even then, it wasn’t a problem. People would often move away from her like her fat might be contagious. Jennifer used to turn heads because her ass was so tight and perky. Now people turned to gawk at the obese Jennifer who needed two seats, one for each blubbery butt cheek and whose love handles still spilled over the sides.
And then once she got to college, it was difficult to lug her fatass around campus. She knew that at one point she used to strut around like she owned the place, but now she struggled to waddle from class to class, often having to stop to catch her breath which frequently made her late. And all that stopping to clearly catch her breath also made her something of a spectacle to the students on campus. Lots of people loved to shoot judgemental stares her way and whisper behind her back or even call her horrible names right to her fat face, the kinds of names she once used to call others like “Piggy”, “Cow”, and “Whale.” Sure, she had some friends, a group of women she used to make fun of who were all nearly as fat as she was, but for the most part what she faced on campus was cruelty. Jennifer’s college life was a mostly miserable experience.
But by far the worst part of Jennifer’s obese existence was having to put up with her vain and catty family members.
Every morning, Jennifer would waddle downstairs for breakfast, and as she ate she could be sure that her younger sister, now a nineteen year old freshman at her same college, would come prancing down and spot her, taking great sport in making fun of the older sister she once admired.
Jennifer would watch her sister Christina saunter over to her ready to be as big a bitch as Jennifer ever was and she knew she was powerless to do anything to stop it.
“Stuffing your face already, Piggy? I see you couldn’t wait to get to your trough. We might as well just strap a feedbag to you so your fat ass can keep eating non-stop all day. We both know that’s what you really want.”
Christina would reach around from behind Jennifer, as far as her arms could extend, and then grab the sides of Jennifer’s blubbery belly (because she could not get all the way around) and give it a heavy shake like she was trying to get sand out of a beach towel. Jennifer’s belly fat would undulate and crash in waves against her lap. And when she tried to fight back, that would just cause the rest of her fat body to quiver, and Christina to laugh hysterical.
This was the twisted ritual they would follow every morning. And on top of that, Christina was often full of a range of other twisted remarks, the kind that Jennifer would have once made to people of her current size (or far smaller).
“You really are a disgusting fatty.”
“How do you live with yourself, having to heave your fat ass around.”
“You’re a big fat loser, such a waste of space, and you take up so much space.”
“You’re an absolute cow. A disgrace. I’m ashamed to call you my sister.”
“I’m lucky you’re so fat that we don’t have a family resemblance anymore. It makes it easier to pretend I don’t even know you, Piggy.”
Those last two were extraordinarily hurtful, the kind of words that would send Jennifer straight to stuffing herself with more food for comfort, though it didn’t take much to get Jennifer eating a lot nowadays. Still, Jennifer felt the pain that her sister caused her a tried to bury it down as deep as she could. But she couldn’t help but want not just justice, but revenge.
Sometimes, when she wasn’t having the nightmare about her own fattening, Jennifer would dream about fattening her skinny sister.
The dream would often be the same, Christina would be sitting in a chair, never tied down but always just unable to move. And in front of her would be a large chocolate cake, one so large that it filled the entire table it sat on and was tall enough to need multiple tiers. Jennifer would always saunter around it, still immensely fat- Jennifer was never thin again in this dream, and she would run her fingers along the chocolate icing before scooping it into her mouth and sucking it down with a moan.
“Ooooh. Sis, this is so good. You really have to try it.”
And then she would dig her hands into the cake, and, before Christina could get out a scream in protest, she shoved Jennifer shoved a fistful of chocolate cake into her mouth. Her sister’s muffled cries would just be met with another handful of cake.
Jennifer made sure to be messy with it too, smearing the chocolate and the crumbs all over Christina’s face and chest.
“It’s good. Isn’t it? Go ahead. Have some more. You’ve earned a little treat.”
And then she would cram more cake into Christina’s cheeks, and the more cake Christina ate, the chubbier those cheeks started to become. Christina’s eyes would always go wide with panic when she felt her abs give way to a flabby stomach that was suddenly so large that it flopped onto her much thicker lap. Jennifer would respond by giving Christina’s new pit of pudge a hard pinch.
“Getting kind of hefty there, sis. Gotta be careful with the cake. Sweet and loaded with calories. It’s so good, but so fattening as you can see.”
Then Jennifer would slap and shake her own immense belly for emphasis.
“Seriously, if you don’t watch out, this could be all yours.”
Jennifer pressed her big blubbery against Christina as she fed Christina more and more cake. Christina started to cry, but all this did was make Jennifer feed her even faster.
“You love this, don’t you, my little piglet? You just can’t get enough cake, and that’s why you’re so pleasantly plum, my greedy little chubbers.”
She waddled backward to admire her handiwork, and sure enough Christina was now decided chubby with a flabby pot belly and thick thighs. She was sitting higher in the chair because of her bigger butt, and even her arms were carrying extra pounds. She was soft all over, but it still wasn’t nearly enough for Jennifer who came forward with even more cake, double fisting Christina’s punishment.
As the cake filled Christina’s cheeks so did the fat which filled her body. Christina’s belly swelled even bigger. Her gut grew both forward and wide with matching meaty love handles that started to press against and spill over and under the armrests. Her butt cheeks inflated like balloons and pushed her up in the chair as well. That chair began to creak as Christina grew closer to her big sister in size.
“Have some more, Piggy. In fact, have a whole lot more!”
The cake kept coming until the chair gave out and Christina collapsed to the floor, a bouncing blob of fat. She was now twice the size of Jennifer and completely immobile. Jennifer waddled up to her and began to massage her impossibly large blubber belly.
“How does it feel to be the big sister now, Piggy?”
Unfortunately, whenever she woke up Jennifer was consistently confronted with the truth, Christina was the same slim and sexy vixen that she always was, and Jennifer was the piggy. There was no hope of changing that. She just had to put up with Christina’s hateful words.
“You really gonna eat all that bacon? Well, I guess you are what you eat. Right, Piggy?”
Maybe Jennifer could have put up with her sister if it was just her, but Jennifer’s mother was just as bad.
“You’re such a disappointment, such a big fat disappointment.”
This was a regular refrain of Jennifer’s mother, Sylvia, a classic cougar who loved to be catty. There was a time when Jennifer admired that about her mother, but now that her mother’s claws liked to dig into her, Jennifer found it a lot less endearing.
Another one of her mother’s classic moves was to walk over and tap Jennifer’s big belly and then watched it disapprovingly as it bounced.
“You used to be so pretty, so in control and now… ugg.. Just look at you. You’re so… big, so incredibly big. I can’t believe all my hard work in raising, and you went and turned from my perfect daughter to a big fat pig. How did it come to this?”
That was a frequent question from her complaining mother. Nobody could ever totally answer it. She had a glandular problem? She just let herself go? It didn’t matter. Jennifer was just fat now. That’s the answer anyone who ever thought about the question ultimately landed on. Jennifer was thin and now she was fat, and somehow her family had decided that meant she needed to be punished for it over and over again.
“Why can’t you be more like your beautiful sister? Why are you so content stuffing your face and loafing around like a cow?”
“I don’t w- I just… I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry. That’s why you’re so damn fat.”
Whenever Jennifer’s mother got like this, all Jennifer could do was take it and hang her head in shame which made her extra chins even more noticeable, something her mother loved to point out, often by pinching them.
And oftentimes, Jennifer’s mother was joined by Jennifer’s aunt Karen. Karen was Sylvia’s younger sister and best friend. The two were thick as thieves and that included the times they spent making fun of Jennifer’s extra thickness.
Karen truly loved being critical of Jennifer.
“Do you really need to eat that dear? I think you’ve had more than enough.”
“You should be watching what you’re eating. And in your case I think what you should be eating is nothing for a while.”
“You know what they say dear, a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips, and your hips are already plenty wide enough.”
And as Jennifer had to put up with more and more of these kinds of comments, she couldn’t help but turn to the one person that she counted as her closest friend.
It’s ironic of course, that her best friend was now somebody that she used to make fun of. After all, Marjorie was a big fat nerd, but now Jennifer was far fatter than she was, and she was just thankful that Marjorie was such a forgiving and caring person.
Marjorie took all of the stories Jennifer told her to heart, and her heart was as large as her body. It pained her so deeply to know that Jennifer’s family could be so unkind, so hurtful, especially when Marjorie’s own mother was the kindest, most caring person she knew. In fact, Marjorie knew that if anyone was going to be able to help Jennifer, it would be her mother, Scarlet.
Scarlet wasn’t ready for her blubbering daughter to come bursting into the house and slam her fat body into her as she cried all about Jennifer’s horrible life and how much it hurt her to see her friend suffer like this, and she just wished that there was something that could be done.
At the mention of Jennifer’s name, Scarlet had bristled quite a bit, but her sweet marshmallow of a daughter had a way of melting her heart, and she could never say no to Marjorie.
Marjorie never saw the glow of deep purple behind her mother’s eyes as she kissed her on the forehead and whispered.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy’s going to take care of everything.”
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If you're ready for more. You can read chapter one of "Nightmare Pigs 2" right HERE. If you want more teasers about "Nightmare Pigs 2" and other stories as I work on them, you can get regular teasers and other updates on my Discord by being a Talking BS member. You can upgrade your membership HERE.
For those of you who haven't read the original "Nightmare Pigs" you can read the entire collection HERE. And if you read the story on Deviant Art and/or still want more of Scarlet and Jennifer, you can read the patreon exclusive epilogue right HERE.
