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Extended Teaser - "Model Made to Waddle" Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2025-05-31 16:31:36 +0000 UTCHere's the first full scene from Chapter 6 of "Model Made to Waddle". If you haven't read any of it yet, you can start with chapters 1-4 right HERE or if you just missed the latest chapter, chapter 5 is right HERE.
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Ariel looked at the ice cream as she rubbed her belly.
It was just…. There, staring at her.
It was one of those hot summer nights, and the cool air coming off the freezer alone was refreshing enough, but that ice cream, a simple carton of vanilla, it was giving off some kind of syren song. Ariel hung by one arm on the freezer door as she stood slumped forward and letting her upper body twist to the rhythm set by the door as she contemplated her next move.
Suddenly she slammed the door shut and stood straight up.
Ice cream was a bad idea. She didn’t need ice cream. She was better than ice cream.
Slowly, Ariel’s hand tickled her tummy as she thought about all the food she had already eaten today, including two scoops of that very same ice cream. Sure, she had a rock solid metabolism, but even she had her limits. She didn’t need any more food today- period, let alone that ice cream… that delicious… cool… creamy….
No!
Ariel turned around. She shunned the fridge, matching the coldness of the ice cream with her cold shoulder. As if to double down on her scorn of dessert, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and made sure to let out an audible huff to show that ice cream who was boss. A stomp of her foot reinforced her resolve.
But…..
There was just this itch in the back of her mind, a nagging sensation that kept growing, protesting louder the more she tried to fight it back. It was this strong prevailing thought that demanded to be heard.
Ice cream’s just so good.
Plus, Ariel was having trouble sleeping. Why was that? The heat? Hunger? A combination of both? Ice cream would solve both problems with one scoop… or two. It would cool her down and fill her belly.
Her belly… it was still so bloated. She had eaten so much, been so full for so long, made an absolute pig of herself and now her stubborn stomach was making sure to remind her of that. She needed to slow down. She needed to stop. She needed to cool it- and not with ice cream!
Who was she to be having cravings like this anway? She wasn’t some fatty. She wasn’t like Kelly or Eleanor, or even like what Penelope was on her way to becoming, pudgy Penelope, pathetic Penelope, Penelope who was practically a pig. She was better than her, better than all of them. She owed herself some self-respect and a trip to bed to sleep off the rest of her bloating from already stuffing herself enough that day.
Ariel headed toward the staircase, and there was something about the way the first step creaked, that sudden sound that broke her rhythm, made her pause just enough for that itch in the back of her head to return. It pried at her, slowly starting to strip away the resolve and eat at her self-consciousness as it pushed her toward eating the icecream.
With one hand still on the banister, Ariel spun herself around dramatically, allowing herself to drape down toward the floor, supported only by her one hand on the banister and one foot braced against the bottom step. With her other hand and foot, the very flexible model reached out the refrigerator and let out a heavy, drawn-out sigh.
There was a longing in that sigh, a need, a burning desire that could only be cooled by the sweet taste of that forbidden vanilla ice cream.
She shouldn’t.
But she could.
That was the thought that began to bubble up in her brain as she allowed herself to fall gently onto the floor and then turned onto her stomach as a way to ignore its fullness while she stared up at the freezer with her head in her hands, propped up by her elbows against the floor as behind her she kicked her feet in contemplation.
She could have the ice cream. She could totally eat it. She could afford to.
Kelly couldn’t. Eleanor couldn’t. Penelope couldn’t.
If those three so much as looked at ice cream they would find another inch of fat spread round their thighs. If that ice cream passed their lips it would mean a lifetime on the hips. Those pathetic piggies couldn't afford to risk indulging in a dessert as decadent as a couple scoops of vanilla ice cream.
But Ariel?
She was better than them. She was superior in every way. She was slim and sexy and blessed with a perfect metabolism that one big beautiful bowl of ice cream wasn’t going to wreck. She would never see a pound placed on her perfect figure just from eating some ice cream, even if she smothered it in whipped cream… and drowned it in chocolate syrup.
Her stomach rumbled.
She was so hungry.
She was so bloated.
“So what?”
Ariel kicked the floor in defiance.
So what if she was bloated? She wouldn’t be bloated in the morning, once she actually had a good night’s sleep, even if she did have herself an ice cream sundae. Plus, today was already a wash in terms of diet. Yes. She had stuffed herself silly. So what did she really have to lose? This was a cheat day. It was okay to have ice cream as part of her cheat day. She could have anything her heart desired on her cheat day. She could certainly afford it.
Most importantly, Ariel wanted it.
She wanted that ice cream.
And nobody was going to tell Ariel that she couldn’t have something she wanted, not even herself. Once she had it in her mind that she wanted that ice cream, the matter was settled. Yes. Settled. She was having that ice cream.
After all, who was going to judge her? Who was going to call her a pig? Certainly not herself. And nobody else was around. That ice cream was her right. It was all hers, and she was going to eat it, and nobody else would be the wiser. She wouldn’t have reason to feel bad at all.
It was ice cream time.
Ariel pushed herself up off the floor, completely ignoring the groaning of her bloated stomach, and practically rand toward the fridge. As she neared it, her legs and her heart skipped.
She threw open the freezer, snatched up the ice cream and tore into it before she even realized she was without a spoon. It didn’t take long for Ariel to rummage through her kitchen draws and grab the biggest one she could find. Like a harpoon, she plunged that spoon into the carton of ice cream. She pulled out a heaping spoonful of vanilla ice cream and stuffed into into her mouth. It rolled down her tongue, and she slurped the remnants off the spoon before going back for a second spoonful, stuffing that into her barely empty mouth and then-
No. This had to stop. This was madness. This was savagery.
She needed a bowl.
Soon, that bowl was filled with three heaping scoops of ice cream, and true to her desires, Ariel had buried those scoops, absolutely smothered them in whipped cream and drowned them in chocolate syrup. She even found some sprinkles!
Ariel was a delighted little piggy as she stuffed herself with that sundae. The ice cream felt so good as it slid over her tongue and down her throat. It filled her stomach with its sinfully sweet sugar goodness, and the whole thing just felt so damn pleasant. It was like all her worries about eating and bloating too much disappeared- even though her belly was in fact even bigger thanks to all the sugary ice cream adding to her previous bloating.
She didn’t even care that she was making a mess. Syrup staining her cheeks was no concern to her. Globs of whipped cream plopping into her cleavage? She didn’t care. She just fished it out with her fingers and sucked those fingers dry.
She licked the spoon clean too, and when she was finished with that and looked at the dregs of her ice cream in the bowl she thought about running her tongue all along it and licking up every last drop. But she was no animal, no pig. Two fingers run along the side and sucked clean would do. That was satisfying.
Ariel looked at what she had done. More importantly, she felt it. She felt the weight in her bloated belly from all the ice cream. Her sticky fingers rubbed the swell of her stomach. She pressed down gently and an unladylike burp came out of her mouth.
She certainly had outdone herself today. She gave herself a lot of credit for that. Even she had to admit that the amount she was able to eat was prodigious and definitely excessive. Overdid it was an understatement. But, in a way, she was proud of herself, proud of what a pig she had been. She had given into her desires, reinforced the idea that she was good enough to have whatever she wanted, and she had gotten to show off in front of Kelly to boot. That was a big plus.
And so what if there was a little bloating? That would go away. She could afford this day. She deserved this day.
She would have more of these days if she wanted.
Ariel always got what she wanted.
And as she dwelled on that thought while pouting like a spoiled brat, she couldn’t help but feel that familiar itch in the back of her head. What she wanted…what she really wanted was….
Well, one or two more scoops of ice cream couldn’t hurt, right?
So she reached for the carton.
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Comments
Achernarus
How much would we say she weighs at this point?
