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"Nightmare Pigs": Patreon Exclusive Epiloge
🕑 Added 2024-10-13 17:37:01 +0000 UTCSurprise (unless you're a Talking BS member and already saw the first half of this on our Discord.) Here's an extra taste of the original "Nightmare Pigs", a special patreon exclusive epilogue for all of you including a special announcement at the end.
(This story contains weight gain and slob stuff for those less familiar with the series.)
Enjoy!
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Jennifer Russel remembered being a queen bee, she was pretty and popular and in control, at least that was before she developed what she recalled was some sort of glandular problem, although apparently that problem affected her memory as well as her weight and… digestion… the more she tried to think about it, the more things got foggy until she was eventually distracted by food. Jennifer was often distracted by food nowadays.
Food was a crutch, a comfort and her downfall all at the same time. There was a time where Jennifer never snacked and for a meal a salad would be okay, but now all she wanted to do was eat, all the time. She was constantly snacking, even going to great lengths to sneak them when other more concerned eyes were watching her. And her meals most often devolved into feasts. Jennifer had developed an insatiable desire for junk food. Sugary sweet or sinfully savory, it didn’t matter. Her gut was big and greedy and needed to be filled. So Jennifer who used to be so slim and sexy and delicate about what she ate, now spent hours at a time loafing around like a fat useless blob stuffing her face with indiscriminate junk food, often barely stopping to actually taste what she was eating and certainly not caring about the kind of mess she was leaving behind.
And she always left behind quite the mess. Her feasts ended with a variety of crumbs and stains from sauces, cheeses and any number of other things, decorating her face, her clothes, the table and floor and any other areas she was eating on. Jennifer knew better, but she just simply couldn’t bother to care anymore. The glamorous girl who was prim and proper was gone, replaced by an absolute hog, a truly greedy gluttonous pig of a woman.
There were days where Jennifer would catch sight of herself when she was eating and it would almost bring her to tears, but since food was one of the few things that brought her comfort these days, that just made her eat more. She would watch her fat jowls jiggle and her doughy double chin inflate further every time she opened her mouth to messily tear into a piece of fried chicken. She would snort at her reflection in the mirror like an angry pig and then go right back to sucking every piece of meat off the bone. Jennifer, who used to settle for just a small salad, now easily polished off an entire bucket of fried chicken, piece after succulent piece as she stared at her piggish face in the mirror, almost daring herself to keep going. In the end she would wipe a mixture of grease and tears away with the back of her chubby hand.
And then she would move right along to dessert.
Dessert was often cake or ice cream, and there were plenty of times when it was both. Jennifer never used to eat sugar. She used to make fun of people who snacked on sweet treats.
“Do you really need that brownie, piggy?”
“Those cookie calories are going to go right to your piggy pot belly.”
“That cake may taste sweet now, but you know what they say, ‘A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips,’ and your hips are already wide enough, porker.”
“Ice cream again, lard ass? Fitting. They say you are what you eat, and you’re a big fat lazy dairy cow.”
These were the kind of things that Jennifer would say to others back when she was slim and sexy and in control. Now she was far fatter than anyone she had ever made fun of. She was the pig, the dairy cow sucking down ice cream like there was no tomorrow.
She felt like a porker with every slice of cake that she ate in front of the mirror, but she could never seem to have just one. When she was watching herself eat, it almost gave her this perverse kind of pleasure, to punish herself more, to degrade herself by stuffing her fat face with as much as she possibly could. It was like she was having a competition with herself in the mirror. When it came to cake, she didn’t even bother with a fork. It was too inefficient. Instead she would pick the cake up with her chubby hands, two slices at a time, and then double fist the delicious delight into her greedy mouth, cramming her cheeks like a fat lazy chipmunk ready for a seven year winter.
Cake crumbs were constantly falling into Jennifer’s cavernous cleavage. Drips of ice cream frequently ringed her lips and trickled down, getting caught in the fold of her double chin and then splattering onto her face and chest. She was such a naughty piggy, and she knew it, a naughty greedy piggy who was such a hopeless out of control fatty doomed to do nothing but be a fat lazy piggy who pigs out and grows fatter and fatter for the rest of her days. The feasts in the mirror were a testament to that, and every time she was finally done gorging herself, she would end each feast the same way with a sick twisted ritual that Jennifer had come up with all by herself.
Jennifer, once a model, once a cheerleader, once the girl that everyone envied would stare at her previously angelic and now piggish face in the mirror. She would really look at the mess she had made of her face and her life. She would stare right into her own beady, greedy eyes.
Then she would lift one tremendous leg, her fat thigh quivering as she managed to get one of her blubbery butt cheeks up so she could contort her fat face and….
PPPHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!
Let out the biggest trumpet fart she possibly could. The formerly prim and proper princess would stare at herself as she pushed out the biggest blast of gas that she could manage, choosing to fart and willingly aiming for length and volume sending her entire fat body jiggling, quivering like jello. Once the first one was released and the floodgates were open, inevitably a few more ripe ones would immediately follow, and then she would sit back down and pat her belly, squeezing it and bouncing it in satisfaction.
Then she would just sit in it, absorbing the smell of her own humiliation. Tears would run down her chubby cheeks, partly from the smell and partly from the fact that she couldn’t believe that this was how far she had fallen. This was the life she had. This was what she had done to herself. Jennifer had been so glamorous, tso prim and proper and full of potential. And now she was a fat, farting pig, an obese hog, stewing in her sweat and the smell of her own flatulence.
And then she would fart some more before pushing herself up from her chair with an incredible effort, and more gas, before waddling off to find something else to eat.
There was no other way of putting it, Jennifer Russel’s life, once full of pretty privilege was now pretty bad, and her vain family made it so much worse.
Jennifer lived at home ever since she had gotten kicked out of her dorm when her skinny bitchy roommate, Lori complained about her “extreme lack of hygiene”. That was an incredible embarrassment that her family would not let her forget, especially now that she was stuck at home with her beauty queen mother, Sylvia and her slightly younger sister, Christina.
Her mother in particular was a real bitch.
“You’re such a disappointment. You had such potential and now you’re just going to be a fat useless blob for the rest of your life.”
“Could you even attempt to keep yourself clean? I don’t have a daughter. I have a pig.”
“Suuuueeeeey! You really need that cookie? Oink. Oink. Oink. Pathetic.”
And her sister was also terribly cutting.
“I used to look up to you, now it’s difficult to even look around you.”
“You’ve really blimped up, Blubber Butt. It’s so gross.”
“Moooooove it along, Fatso. And watch where you’re waddling, Jumbo Jen. Your wide load keeps knocking shit over, you Butterball.”
“You’re such a loser, Lard Ass, a big FAT loser!”
Jennifer was used to these comments by now. She had grown used to being treated like she used to treat others, she knew she was fat and lazy and greedy and smelly and disgusting. She also knew that she deserved this. Jennifer had learned her lesson the hard way.
She just wished her family would learn that lesson as well.
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Elsewhere, on a beach so perfect that it could only exist in a dream, Sandy Klein sank her delicate shores of the white sand beach, running effortlessly as she took in the sight of the marmalade orange sunset. Her body was perfect, toned and gorgeous in a tiny string bikini. Everything she did looked sexy. Everything she did felt sexy. And it all felt wonderfully effortless.
Until it didn’t.
Until she could feel her feet sticking to the sand like a mouse in a glue trap.
And the marmalade orange sky became poisoned by purple, growing darker as the sun hid behind the growing storm clouds. Black and tinged with purple the clouds grew until they shaped themselves into a mass of purple hair that looked like long tentacles and a sharp face with glowing eyes.
“Sandy Klein, you have taken your beauty for granted, strutting about with your pretty privilege and exhibiting cruelty toward others.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
The clouds rumbled with thunder.
“Do you remember the poor girl in the grocery store this morning?”
“Who? The fat one?”
“MY DAUGHTER!” boomed the clouds.
“She bumped into me.”
“YOU bumped into HER you thoughtless clod, causing her to drop the eggs she was carrying and embarrassing her. Then you blamed your own carelessness on her.”
“All I said was-“
“Watch where you’re going fat ass.”
Sandy felt her ass sink as the muscle gave way to fat. The flesh stretched and became dimpled with cellulite as her butt cheeks filled with blubber and suddenly plopped down onto the backs of her thighs.
Those thighs grew fat as well. They began to shake and slap together as the muscle was lost forever and turned to soft quivering fat. Sandy’s fear made her flabby thighs jiggle even more, making them slap together until they couldn’t anymore because they had grown so large that their fat was constantly pressed together, rubbing together. With her fat feet and cankles, if Sandy wasn’t stuck to the sand, she would certainly be stuck waddling about.
Her abs were the next to go, melting like ice cream and spilling over the waistband. She grew a great big jiggly pot belly that quivered with every panicked movement that she made and just seemed to keep growing, growing fatter, heavier, saggier. Sandy’s precious six-pack turned into a gelatinous gut, and she scooped that fat up and felt it flop over the edges of her palms even as her hands grew chubbier.
Those formerly dainty hands were soon joined by flabby arms as well. All of the tone turned into flabby bingo wings with fat that started to roll over her elbows. Sandy’s breasts grew bigger as well but not nearly as large as the rest of her rapidly fattening body. That rapidly fattening body included her model quality face which quickly grew chubby cheeks and a doughy double chin which wobbled as she pleaded.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for apologies. All that’s left for you is the big fat lesson that your life has become. You’re welcome.”
Back in reality, Sandy’s big fat body tossed and turned until she fell out of bed, and then all of her flab continued to bounce and jiggle as she landed with a loud thud on the floor.
For just a moment, standing above Sandy was the cause of her tremendous downfall, Scarlet, the Nightmare Witch.
Scarlet took a moment to stare at the deep purple vein pulsing in the back of her hand. She looked down at the previously slim and sexy vixen into the exact kind of fat girl she would have made fun of, and this knowledge made Scarlet smile.
Maybe it was a good idea to be back in the game.
And then she disappeared back into the shadows.
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"Nightmare Pigs 2" Drops this Halloween.
