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TEASER: "Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2025-07-20 23:45:49 +0000 UTCHere are the first 2,200 or so words of "Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 8. I've gotten almost 5,000 words written, and first 4,200 and change words are available for Even More BS tier patrons on Discord.
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What was it that made Ariel able to eat so much even though she was so thin? Was it a gift? A curse? An unexplained scientific phenomenon?
Ariel didn’t question her ability to eat. She just knew she was good at it, and up until now her ability to eat an almost inexplicable amount of food at any given time had not interfered with the right curves of her slim and sexy body in any way.
Science would probably say that she had something in her genetics that gave her the ability to eat on a whim like a professional athlete post competition and burn it off as if she was in the gym for hours afterward. Faith would call that a miracle.
Most would just call Ariel a lucky bitch.
But even her vaunted metabolism would eventually have to crack under the constant assault of food and lack of exercise to offset the calories she was cramming herself with. Eventually her genes would have no choice but to give up the ghost and let her turn herself into a big fat pig.
And Eleanor was counting on that.
That’s why she needed this ladies' night. It had been a whole week of waiting, of worrying that Ariel was going to get ahold of herself and stop her skid into gluttony and obesity. Eleanor needed Ariel to get into a fattening food habit, not a diet. Her deal with Ava de la Winter had been the start of a major gambit, and now she needed to make sure it would pay off. So how would she do it?
With a trip to the grocery store of course.
It didn’t take much to convince Ariel to host ladies’ night at her place. She enjoyed showing off the place, and after a long day of shooting it would be a nice place to relax. Plus, Eleanor had just pulled off a big deal for her, so if a quieter night was the thing she wanted as a reward, it was easy for Ariel to throw her that bone.
So with that in mind, Eleanor and Penelope wandered the aisles of the grocery store trying to decide what kind of food they would get to stuff Ariel with. But it was during this trip down the aisles that Penelope finally had enough and shared something that had been eating at her.
“You embarrassed me.”
She had stopped so suddenly, that Eleanor almost sent the cart into a display when she turned to look back at Penelope.
“What?”
The photoshoot kept playing in Penelope’s head, Ariel dressed up as a sexy goddess of vanity with Penelope reduced to her pudgy servant as the camera kept clicking.
“You- like- you made me get up there and stand next to Ariel in tiny rags looking like this.”
Penelope grabbed her pudgy belly for emphasis and gave it a shake.
Eleanor almost chuckled, but she knew that would be rude and kept a straight face.
“Penelope, I know-”
“I know you know! That’s, like, the problem. You know how self-conscious I am about all the weight I’ve gained, that I’m not- like- as hot as I used to be, and you still made me go up there and pose for pictures. Pictures! There are now pictures of me with my fat gut hanging out, and my thunder thighs on display- and- and even worse there are some of me on all four serving Ariel with my belly hanging down toward the floor.”
Eleanor tried to put a comforting hand on Penelope’s shoulder.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Well, yeah. Like, I know I’m not as fat as you.”
And then Eleanor stopped being comforting. Her eyes grew cold, and her finger snaked down Penelope’s chubby side (almost tickling) until she gently tapped Penelope’s tubby tummy.
“You did sign up to be a model, sweetheart.”
Penelope’s hands gently touched her pudgy pot belly as if Eleanor’s touch had deeply wounded it and now it was sore. Her fingers traced the underside of the roll of fat that was currently spilling over the waistband of her pants and threatening to pop off the button. As she mulled over what Eleanor had just said, she couldn’t help but be reminded of how stubborn she was this morning to insist on squeezing herself into these pants as if they still fit. Her vanity was stopping her from getting the larger size she so desperately needed. As she fingered her fat and looked down and her spongy stomach, a double chin formed on her face, unbeknownst to Penelope but very visible to Eleanor. That went away when Penelope finally found what she was going to say and tiled her head back upward to look her friend and manager in the eyes.
“Yea-yeah. I like- I know, okay? I like totally get that. But, I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d be able to get me some work modeling some cute tops, something flatter. Or even some shapewear. I could- like- bite the bullet and model some tummy tucking stuff, like a girdle or something- Sure. Maybe I’d even be good for like a one piece bathing suit with a tummy control panel. Or, hell, I’d do hand modeling if need be. I think my hands are still pretty cute. Or feet stuff. Damnit- like… I’d even do feet stuff if I had to. Who cares? It’s not like anyone would see my face. Let a bunch of weirdos jerk it to my feet if they want. My feet are still plenty hot. We can get someone to take picture of my feet and then…”
Eleanor wasn’t listening. That was partially because sometimes when Penelope got like this Eleanor found that the best course of action was to ride things out and just tune Penelope out until she finished. But the other part of Eleanor, a much larger part, was focusing in on what Penny said about feet pics, not because she had any plans to get Penelope that kind of work but because the idea of lining up some fetish work- Not for pudgy Penny but for the eventually enormous Ariel was an incredibly enticing idea.
It was easy to imagine while standing in the grocery store, a fetish shoot with Ariel dressed only in her underwear and shoving a cart full of junk food while wheezing down the aisles. She could picture Ariel leaning against a snack display, eating cereal directly out of the box and then chugging milk straight from a carton, letting the white creamy milk flow down her chins, splash all over her heaving chest and pour down the canyon of her cleavage until it ran across the great blubbery expanse of her big fat belly. Eleanor saw her munching away like a mindless piggy just stopping every once in a while to scratch the sweaty underside of her blubbery belly or to let out a tremendously unladylike burp before going right back to stuffing her fat face.
She could see Ariel, desperate for money, too fat for regular modeling, with too little skills to get a job she would like and too much vanity to end up working in fast food, giving in and being a fetish model, eating cake off the grocery store floor for money and views. She imagined Ariel, slim and sexy Ariel now bloated beyond measure, hundreds of pounds heavier, snorting- no- oinking like a pig while rooting around in the cake, her body covered in chocolate and milk and making her long like a tremendous hog. In Eleanor’s mind, Ariel was wearing a tiny ill-fitting pink bra and panties set, the perfect underwear for a pig like this future version of Ariel.
Ariel looked up at the camera, hunger, humiliation, and desperation all swirling around in her eyes as she crawled toward the camera, with her big blubbery belly bouncing, slapping against the wet grocery store floor, smearing the remains of the chocolate cake. Behind her, her titanic, cellulite covered ass cheeks were eating her underwear and clapping together along with her tremendous tree trunk-like thunder thighs. She looked at the camera, too weak to walk away from this life like she could have, too greedy for the money that came with pigging out for the camera.
And then she oinked. And oink. And oinked.
More than even the incredible weight gain, the obesity, was the idea that Ariel would choose this, would willingly submit herself to submission and humiliation just to try to keep some kind of attention on her, and Eleanor realized that, as far-fetched as it sounded, it wasn’t entirely unrealistic. Ariel was exactly the kind of attention craving person who’d be likely to choose humiliating fetish work that kept her in the spotlight rather than a life of poor obese obscurity. And it was that moment that Eleanor realized how she could keep her own career going while ruining Ariel’s. It wasn’t about pushing Ariel from a fit and sexy model straight into unemployment. It was about getting her to take a career pivot, from fit model in a bikini, to a fat fetish model in that same damn beginning just looking like a beached whale with her blubber hanging out and a crew of people laughing at her for profit.
She was going to turn Ariel from a slim and sexy model into a cash cow.
Right when she had that thought was also right when Penelope finished talking. Or, it would probably be better said that Penelope had stopped talking several moments earlier, and this was the moment that Penelope had finally grown frustrated with Eleanor- or even more frustrated than she already was.
“Are you, like, even listening to me?”
Eleanor shook the dreams out of her head, and her multitude of chins wobbled. Then she took her chubby hand and pat it on Penelope’s shoulder.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m listening. I get it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I put you in that position. I know you’re self-conscious about the weight you’ve gained, and I made you put that on display and that was wrong of me. And I’ll make sure I’ll look for ways to get you more work that you like. We’ll get creative if we have to.”
Then, Eleanor dug her chubby fingers into Penelope’s shoulder.
“But think about the future. Maybe you lose some weight, maybe you don’t- even if you don’t we can always position you toward plus-sized modeling.”
“Plus-sized?” Penelope gulped as her softer face went flush.
“Yeah. You’re so cute and-”
“I- I don’t want to be plus-sized,” Penelope demurred as she nervously rolled her tummy’s fat roll between her fingers without even realizing what she was doing.
“Right. Right. I get that. Whatever. Forget I said anything. The point is, just imagine the future when Ariel is standing there and she’s bigger than you; she’s fat; she’s huge. Picture her big fat ass squeezed into that bikini with her big blubbery belly hanging out and sagging over the waistband, and then imagine how good you will look next to her in those photos and how humiliated she’ll feel. You’ll be the star, and she’ll be the big fat loser.”
Penelope began to nod, slowly at first and then much mor eexcitedly.
“Yes. Yessss. That, oh like that sound soooo nice.”
“Exactly. Now picture her Ariel’s fat ass, and let’s get some more stuff for our girls’ night. We have work to do, right?”
The two locked eyes, back on the same team.
“Right.”
And then they turned around and went down the aisles picking out the food they were going to use to make Ariel fat. They were thinking longterm, not just things for tonight but things they could leave as leftovers for Ariel to keep munching on for at least the next week (or maybe ideally just the week because that would mean Ariel was eating all the junk food even faster.) They got a box of cupcakes, a full sized cake, bags of chips in a variety of flavors, big bags of candy as if this was going to be a Halloween party in the middle of summer. They specifically got all of the things they needed to make some fully loaded nachos, including bacon. And booze, they brought plenty of booze. Specifically, they got tequila and the sweetest, most calorie heavy margarita mix that they could find.
They left with a cart loaded with fattening foods and beverages ready to spend the night pushing Ariel further into piggishness.
Once they were back in the car and Eleanor was driving with her big blubbery belly threatening to push against the steering wheel, Penelope took out her phone and did what she so often did these days.
She took a stroll down memory lane and looked at photos of herself from has late as just a few months ago when she was, according to her, slimmer, sexier, and definitely far more confident.
It was like a ritual of shame, looking at how fit she was and comparing herself to how fat she was getting. It was something that always brought butterflies to her tubby tummy. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a compulsion.
So she opened up her pictures.
And she scrolled with one hand on her phone and one on her belly.
And her mouth hung open at what she saw.
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