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Extra Slice #15 - "More Model Made to Waddle Musings"
🕑 Added 2025-07-24 20:55:23 +0000 UTCHere's just a little stream of consciousness activity I wanted to do after finishing chapter 8 and while working on chapter 9 to get/keep my creative juices flowing. I like to do things like this sometimes and then share it with you, my loyal Even More BS tier patrons, to give you a little something extra to enjoy, something more exclusive then just the extra early updates and teasers and what not, something to hopefully make those extra two dollars a month worth it.
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My, we’ve finally taken a turn now, haven’t we?
Ariel is starting to show signs of her gluttony. Her body is paying for its sins. They’re faint to be sure, but they’re there. The small extra creases where things used to be flat, the slight amount of jiggle where there was none before. Do you think Ariel ever imagined herself as the kind of woman who jiggles? I certainly don’t think so. It would be impossible for a woman of her vanity, her insane confidence to ever even think- in her worst nightmares- that she could start to get fat.
But we’re taking her beyond her worst nightmares, aren’t we?
Things are shaping up and that shape is going to be large and fat. Think about all the blubber that you’ll soon be witnessing, think about the soft squishy plushness of all the flesh that will suddenly pour in deep fatty folds from Ariel’s formerly slender figure. She’s destined to be a winded hog waddling about in a pathetic excuse to prove that she can even still move at all.
That bitchy model is going to have big birthing hips, a wide rump and titanic thunder thighs that shake and clash and rub together. Just picture her fat figure, taken from her place of high confidence and reduced to the lowest rung of the social ladder as she’s turned from a slim and sexy hottie into a total fatty.
It’s inevitable now. Everyone can feel it- or at least everyone but her. Eleanor, Penelope, Kelly, they’re all met now; and they’re all on the same page, and that page reads like a menu of just how to go about making Ariel into a big fat blubbery pig so that big fat pathetic oinker can have her humiliation served up on a silver platter with everyone she’s ever held in esteem now looking down at her and laughing at how far she’s fallen and how fat she’s gotten. Her friends, her enemies, even the poor people she used to make fun of will now all think themselves better than miss piggy. They’ll all turn up to laugh at the pig that Ariel has become, to punish her for her vanity and the way she’s treated others.
The ones that she used to make fun of most will be the ones who laugh the hardest. It’s their turn to be on top now. It’s her turn to suffer, to be called piggy, whale, lard ass, fatso. Ariel the Fatso has something of a ring to it. Perhaps you prefer Fat Ass Ariel or maybe just Piggy is your liking. I can get behind Piggy. I can get behind Piggy while thinking about how big Ariel’s behind is becoming.
That ass of hers is going to end up huge, bloated, flabby, soft, saggy, covered in cellulite as it slaps down onto the backs of her equally flabby (and equally covered in cellulite) thunder thighs, tubes of jiggly flesh replacing the trim limbs that she was once so proud of. Her butt used to be so perfect and perky, and now it’s already starting to go down hill, one pound at a time. Soon, her posterior will be extra plump, and then, once gravity takes over and her ass cheeks plop downward like sad and saggy balloons freshly busted and filled with fat, it’ll never recover. Once she gets fat, there will be no coming back, no being thin, slim and sexy for Ariel. She’ll be a sad lard ass forever, a model turned fatty, a complete fatso.
Do you think part of her wants it?
Wouldn’t that be something, if there was just a hopeless fatty inside her secretly waiting to come out this entire time?
But I don’t think that’s it.
What she wants it to eat. That’s clear. Ariel was born to put food away, and before now anytime she did so it never seemed to stick to her. But her greed and arrogance have helped her fall into a trap of her own making. Sure, Eleanor, Penelope, and Kelly have all played their parts, but they haven’t done anything that Ariel didn’t want. She wanted to party. She wanted to eat. They just put the food in front of her and she did the rest because that’s what she wanted to do. Her arrogance has been a powerful tool, so has her competitive nature. But the big fat flaw that will lead her down the road to obesity is her natural gluttony. It’s like a sleeping pig has been woken up, and all it wants to do now is eat.
Ariel doesn’t work out either. Can you imagine what that’s going to be like? Imagine her finally waddling into a gym desperate to get her figure out because she’s grown so fat. She’ll probably be thinking that she can just whip herself right back into shape. Ariel will imagine that she’s still perfect enough that a few workouts will offset her gluttony, that she just needs to do some squats, some situps, and some time on the treadmill to restart her classic metabolism.
But that metabolism will be gone, buried by all the food and fat. Squats? She’s going to burst out of her legging, splitting the seam right down the crack of her big fat ass. Sit ups? That big blubbery belly is going to get in the way. Imagine her abs lost to flab, fat the now forms itself into thick bloated rolls of greasy blubber, a spare tire that jiggles and sways at will. Sit ups won’t be something she’s going to be able to do. And she won’t be able to do pushups with a big fat gut that hits the floor so quickly. And that treadmill? Forget running, even walking for more than a few minutes will be too tiring because of those thick thunder thighs and her big fat anchor of an ass.
Ariel, slim and sexy model, is just going to be one of those vain women who let herself go, who went from mocking others to being the humiliated fatty getting mocked at the gym when she fails at the simplest of exercises. It will be completely pathetic. She will be weak, fat, and pathetic.
And what will her family think, the vain family that she grew up with, the catty crucible that made her into what she is today?
Well, for that you’ll just have to wait and see.
