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The Nightmare Witch Strikes Again!
🕑 Added 2024-10-29 23:40:01 +0000 UTCHere's a special preview of the "Nightmare Pigs 2" Prologue which debuts on Halloween! I plan to drop both the prologue and chapter one in celebration of Halloween. This here is the opening scene.
Enjoy!
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“Do you have any idea how fat I could make you?”
Cinda cowered at the sound of the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and all at once at the same time.
“I could turn you into a complete fat ass, an immobile blob of blubber, a real cow as you’re so frequently fond of calling people.”
A flash of memories came across Cinda’s eyes like she was watching a thousand television screens all at once. She could see years of the pain she inflicted on others with her cutting words and her physical actions. All her vanity, all her flaunting, all her bullying ways were laid bare before her.
“It would serve you right too, for your years of casual cruelty. It’s so easy for you to be spiteful and mean to others? Of course it is. Everything’s been easy for you your whole life, why shouldn’t that be. That’s why you look down on others, judge them. You see fat people as lazy and greedy because you don’t know what it’s like to have to struggle in the slightest.”
The voice started to take shape with a body that was shadow on top of shadow but framed by long deep purple hair like tentacles and a Cheshire cat grin.
“Now you’re going to struggle.”
Cinda couldn’t see it, but she could feel long boney fingers tickling her abs.
“You’ve had everything handed to you because of your looks. And you barely even have to work to maintain that thanks to that fabulous metabolism of yours.”
Sharp nails ran themselves along the curves of her trim midsection.
“Well I’m going to take that metabolism away from you, and give you an even bigger appetite instead, not just for anything and everything, but for fattening food in particular, sweet treats, greasy fried food, that’s what you’re going to be craving. And the pounds, they’re going to pile on.”
There was a cold whisper in her ear.
“Say goodbye to your precious abs. Say goodbye to your pretty privilege.”
Cinda could see all the times she ever flashed her abs, danced on a countertop, wore a bikini. Years of memories flooded her vision and then began to blink out of existence.
“It’s time for you to experience how the FATTER half lives.”
Cinda felt her mind stretch and in an instant it was like she was in her own body feeling her own abdominal muscles with her delicate hands, tickling hard muscles with her piano fingers, while also looking at herself doing all of this. Then, at the same time, she saw and felt those abs start to disappear. At first it was just like her entire middle became mush. She looked like a thin woman who never worked out. Then she looked like a thin woman who didn’t work out and also ate a few too many snacks. Her belly went from simply lacking tone to having a little bit of extra pudge that she found unsightly. Unfortunately, her vision never got better as the pounds kept piling on. The moments kept slipping by and the weight kept slipping on and what was once describable as a starter belly became a pot belly and then a gut. That guy surged forward into her hands and felt like a heavy weight, heavy but incredibly soft and squishy.
She couldn’t help but squeeze her belly. It was a reflex to explore this alien flesh and find that it was all her own. This was her stomach fat, her flab that she now squished between her fingers as she measured the weight with her hands like they were the scale. She jiggled it and slapped it, and then, in a fit of panic, she tried to push it back into her body, but there was no going back. Her growing gut just continued the push forward, a surging sack of fat that eventually pushed her hands away. And as Cinda watched her blubbery belly continue to blossom, she looked down at the same hands that were fighting to contain it and found herself realizing another horror.
They were getting fatter too.
Her hands once so delicate were now looking decidedly clumsy as the fat filled them. Suddenly she had chubby hands, mitts of fat, and her fingers, once slender piano fingers, became big fat sausages. She would have screamed if she could, but instead she just continued to watch and feel as the fat that had filled her hands began to work its way up her wrists, swelling them as well, but where she really noticed the weight gain was when the fat made its way to her upper arms.
Cinda’s biceps began to bloat, but it was also so much more than that. She didn’t just feel her arms get fatter; she felt herself get weaker. Whatever muscle she had in her biceps was lost as they bloated up and developed thick, flabby bingo wings. Suddenly she felt pathetic, useless, empty. The only thing that filled her arms now was fat, she could feel how it had robbed her fitness.
And it was far from done.
Her shoulders went quickly. They were fattened up and rounded off as the fat made its way into her breasts where it did not stay long. What was there was just as permanent as everything else, but there wasn’t nearly as much of it. As the fat worked its way into her beautiful and perky breasts, it stretched out the skin and stole their perkiness leaving her breasts heavier but looking smaller and deflated as the fat pulled them downward. They became sad, sagging breasts covered in stretch marks and quivering in shame as the fat redirected itself elsewhere.
Where the fat went next was her neck which grew thicker. If she was able to speak at that moment she would have heard that even her voice had seemingly gotten fatter, growing deeper as her neck thickened. She couldn’t feel that. But what she could feel instead was the way the fat worked its way up and then dangled downward in the form of a second chin that was very doughy in texture.
But the double was not the end of her facial changes. Her cheeks rounded out, losing the angular nature and instead developing sagging, jiggling jowls. Fat filled out every part of her face, including her forehead and nose. The way the fat filled her forehead made her look dull, and the way it inflated her nose made her look piggish. This new look was further aided by the fact that her cheeks became so inflated with fat that they made her eyes look beady.
Many fat women have cute moon faces with adorably chubby cheeks that people would kindly call cherubic, but not Cinda. She was decidedly piggish, decidedly dull, what many would call decidedly ugly.
Even then, even with her pretty face now thoroughly bloated, the fat was not done with Cinda. It had filled up her upper half and her belly, but her lower half had yet to feel the wrath of the fat, and that was quickly changed as the muscles in her legs became slack, and they became soft and flabby. Then, just like the rest of her, they began to expand outward, skin stretching and dimpling with cellulite as they turned from lean and limber limbs to thick thunder thighs, outrageously flabby and large enough to widen her stance so that if she was able to move she would be forced to waddle. The rest of her legs grew fat as well. Cinda developed cankles and fat feet with sausage toes. But it was her thighs that really stole the show. She grew thunder thighs covered in big slabs of chunk that made for excellent landing pads for her butt cheeks.
Those cheeks grew incredibly large and incredibly flabby. They were massive in size and sag and after fighting gravity for as long as they could they gave up and slapped down onto the backs of her fat thunder thighs. Each cheek became larger enough to be held in two hands with some left offer. She was full of booty meat that jiggled and swayed under the slightest movement.
That’s when Cinda realized it. She could move again. Only every time she moved all it did was remind her of how incredibly obese she was. Every plodding step was like another dagger to the heart knowing that she was now an extremely fat woman with no conceivable way back.
Scarlet had been right of course. Cinda was not used to work, not real work. She had kept up her muscles with limited effort thanks to great genes. To really shift this kind of weight, that was just something she couldn’t fathom doing. As much as she wanted to lose the weight and get back to being a slim and sexy self, the thought of heading back to the gym and being seen like this, of struggling was far more than she could take.
She was doomed. She was a fatty and fat too lazy to be anything else but a fatty.
And as she accepted that fact, her great big greedy gut started to rumble, and she knew that there was one thing she suddenly wanted even more than being thin again.
To stuff herself like a total pig.
So Scarlet slipped back into the shadows and disappeared into reality content in the knowledge that once Cinda woke up the first thing she would do, after screaming at the sight of her elaborately expanded figure, would be to order a big fat greasy breakfast.
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