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“Model Made to Waddle” Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2025-05-24 00:55:43 +0000 UTCHere is Chapter 5 of “Model Made to Waddle” it weighs in at over 7,500 words and brings the total length of the story so far to over 43,000 words. And we are nowhere near done.
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Ariel woke up with a splitting headache and a rumbling stomach. There was no way around it. She was hungover and hungry.
Her delicate hand plodded along her nightstand as if it was searching for an alarm to smack even though she had never bothered to set one. The only alarm was the hunger in her belly that was begging her to wake up and feed it. Slowly the lithe beauty stirred in her bed as she tried to catch her bearings and adjust to the light that was coming through the crack in her shades.
That crack, that tiny burst of light. It threatened to split her right head right between the eyes, and all she could do was groan helplessly as the rest of her body refused to give up its comfortable position in bed. Instead, she lazily threw one of her many pillows at it, but all that succeeded in doing was parting the curtains further and letting a larger burst of light into the room. That caused her groan to turn into a full on growl, and Ariel practically fell out of bed as she rolled over to escape the light which kept insisting on chasing her until she did indeed end up on the floor and shielded from the sun by her bed.
This moment gave her a bit of a reprieve, and Ariel was able to blink several times and let out a heavy sigh as she begrudgingly greeted the morning by patting around the top drawer of her nightstand looking for her lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
Her hands were still shaky as she struggled against the early morning effects of her wild late night activities, and two different cigarettes fell to the ground before she finally managed to get a third cigarette between her uncharacteristically drool crusted lips.
That first cigarette she puffed on brought a momentary rush of relief and clarity to her day, but that was quickly tossed aside by a rushing wave of bile formed from the alcoholic ghosts of the previous evening that were now threatening to escape. But Ariel was too strong and determined to let that happen. Instead she angrily stamped out her cigarette and sat there for a few minutes of deep breathing and determination, occasionally punctuation by more rumbling coming from her stomach, half the time from hunger and half the time from sickness.
When Ariel finally felt like she had the waves of nausea under control she slowly managed to push herself up to her feet and staggered over to the nearest of the three full length mirrors she kept in her bedroom, not counting the towering mirror that stood over her dresser and directly across from her bed. Once she stood in front of the mirror she closed her eyes for a long moment and took another deep breath in and opened her eyes as she exhaled now finally ready to face the day ahead.
That’s when Ariel inspected her body for the first time since her hard partying binge eating session.
Ariel’s body was near perfect, something that would have been the envy of most people, but near perfect was not something that Ariel settled for. She was the kind of person who never liked to have a hair out of place, and her hair- well that was looking like a hornet’s nest. It was swirled up into a frizzy mess, and looking at it only served to intensify the headache she was feeling. This wouldn't do, so she angrily stomped over to her dresser and the massive mirror that waited for her there while pressing her hand to a stitch that she suddenly felt in her side. If she had been paying a bit more attention, Ariel would have also noticed that her hand was touching a bit of bloating that had lingered around after her binging, but she was far too preoccupied with her hair which she angrily began to brush out.
While brushing her hair she noticed that she had left a half empty glass of water atop the dresser having apparently had the wherewithal to attempt to hydrate herself before bed while simultaneously being stupid enough to leave the glass half finished and all the way over here. After letting out a sound that was a combination growl and sigh in both chastisement of her past self and a sense of relief at the precious water before her, Ariel chugged the remainder of the glass, smacked her previously parched lips together, finished brushing her hair out, and then, with renewed vigor, angrily stomped back over to the full length mirror to finish her inspection with the best view of her body.
The rest of her body more or less passed muster as was to be expected. Her feet felt a little sore and swollen from all the dancing, but the rest of her shapely legs were just as shapely as ever. From her delicate ankles and calves up to her long lean thighs which maintained a picture frame of a thigh gap, everything about her legs was pure perfection, and that perfection was followed up by her beautiful butt.
Ariel’s ass was perky as it should be and wonderfully showcased in the thong she had somehow thought to slip into. There wasn’t a hint of dimple to be seen just a luscious pair of cheeks perfectly sized and perfectly toned.
Perfection.
That was the word that kept ringing through her mind as she went through the mental checklist of her fit figure. Her slender arms were perfect. Her bountiful but perky breasts were perfect. Her angelic face was obviously perfect as well. She was the embodiment of peak perfection until-
Ariel’s slender fingers settled on the bloating around her belly. Now without other distractions, she was free to survey the damage that her night of hard partying had left behind. While the sides of her torso were as trim as ever, her belly was bloated enough to stick out slightly behind the waistband of her underwear. It wasn’t a full sized dome like she had seen during her other binge sessions. It was more like a balloon that had just started to be inflated, a baby of a belly but a stubborn bulge nonetheless. She ran her fingers up and down it as if she was smoothing out a crease in a shirt, but it did not go away.
Instead, it seemed to grumble in response.
She poked at the alien bulge. Never before had she seen evidence of her indulgences this long after eating. Ariel tried to think back to how many drinks she had consumed and just how much food she had eaten, but it was all a big blur. Had she really done this to herself? Had she really gone that far? This was her and not just some dream?
Slowly, she brought her hands to rest on her belly in such a way that her rings fingers sat on the underside of the small curve. Then she brought her ring and index fingers together and pinched a small bit of flesh, something she shouldn’t have been able to do.
It made her shudder.
Suddenly, it wasn’t just a small bulge that Ariel felt against her hands. She could feel her stomach swelling before her. And as it grew in size, the fingers that had been pinching flesh were pried apart as new pudge made itself known. Fat oozed between her fingertips as her belly continued to balloon. In an instant, she was just pressing into a small bit of post binge bloating, she was holding onto a full blown pot belly, a sack of turgid fat. Ariel could feel its heft as she held it in her hands, lifted it up and down, rolled the fat between her fingers.
And the fat didn’t end there.
She blinked and her belly was even bigger. But that wasn’t the only thing. Her thighs were thicker. They were filled with fat and wobbly. Ariel’s ass was sagging thanks to the fat that now filled it, stretched it out, and made it a mess of flab covered in cellulite just like her thunder thighs.
Every part of Ariel was bigger. Her breasts were slightly bigger but far saggier and hung down toward her bulbous belly. Her beautiful face was fuller, her chubby cheeks now filled with fat that gave her jiggly jowls and a very thick double chin that hung down toward her fatter neck. Even her arms were fatter. They were swollen up with flabby bingo wings, and her hands were chubby. Those fingers that were still rolling the fat of her big blubbery belly around were now thick like sausages. She held them out in front of her in horror which let her big belly flop forward and slap against her thick thighs.
She pinched. She prodded. She slapped and jiggled. Ariel felt every part of her fat body and stumbled around as she tried to get a better sense of just how much flab there was. With each turn she only seemed to get fatter as spinning made her grow like cotton candy on a stick.
Then she blinked and everything was back to normal.
It was a horrible daydream to be sure. A hallucination clearly brought on by the pains of her hangover and something to quickly be dismissed out of hand as a complete impossibility.
Still… that little bit of bloating was there. She couldn’t deny that.
Her fingers once again gently pressed against the pudgy protrusion, the bit of bloat. And they recoiled when her stomach grumbled in hunger.
Hunger. That was the problem; Ariel realized. She was hungover as hell and clearly hungry. That’s why she was seeing things. That’s why she was in such foul spirits. This bit of bloating would be completely fine. It was just taking a little longer to go away than normal because she had had too much alcohol to drink. What she needed to do now-
Was eat.
Desperate for food, and for more water if she was being completely honest, Ariel through on her silk robe, barely bothering to cinch it closed and headed downstairs. She ignored the way the loose knot of the robe pressed against the bloat of her belly and instead focused on daydreaming about the food she might soon be eating.
The kitchen looked like a bomb went off in it. All sorts of things had been knocked out of place as she drunkenly stumbled around. There were dirty plates and a variety of wrappers she didn’t remember opening. After guzzling down another glass of water, and taking note of how her belly responded with a bit more bloating, Ariel poked around her fridge and was disappointed to find that the inside of her fridge was sorely lacking and missing several things that she was certain should have been there.
What she did find was the box of leftover meat lovers’ pizza. With absolutely no energy or desire to bother heating any of it up, Ariel pulled out a slice and threw it onto one of the plates she had found lying around. She wanted something to drink to perk her up, something that wasn’t coffee which she figured would just upset her stomach more. She decided tea would hit the spot but ran into the same situation as the pizza, a lack of time and patience when it came to brewing the tea. Instead she settled on some ice tea that had been left in the fridge and just added some extra sugar to it to get her going. With cold pizza in one hand and extra sugary iced tea in the other, Ariel gracelessly plopped herself down onto the couch and began to eat.
The pizza was just what her body was craving, some greasy, cheesy goodness. From the moment the slice touched her tongue, it was like she finally really woke up. It was all there, the sausage, bacon and pepperoni mingling with the cheese and crust. The flavors danced in her mouth, and her sighs of relief from earlier became full-on moans as she felt her body ease with each new bite.
Between bites of cold pizza, Ariel took big thirsty gulps of her iced tea enjoying its cool refreshing taste and the power of the sugar that made her body hum. She soon got herself into a rhythm, bite, bite, sip. Bite. Bite. Sip. She was practically methodical until she got down to just the crust. She ate that two, nibbling on it at first and then pushing it into her mouth like she was feeding wood into a wood chipper until it was all gone. Then she took one last swig to finish off her iced tea and let out a satisfied burp.
A few minutes later, her stomach rumbled again.
She wanted more food.
Contradictorily, Ariel also really didn’t want to get up. Her reluctant energy driven by hunger had now given way to food induced laziness. She had eaten just enough to be tired but not enough to be satisfied and so the groaning returned.
If people were around to hear it, they would have thought Ariel sounded like a dying cat or perhaps an extremely fussy baby. She was the perfect epitome of a spoiled brat as she whined on her couch for more food as if that would make it magically appear in her hand. That’s when Ariel’s unearned luck kicked in once again.
She heard the door open.
Kelly had been waiting outside the door for quite a while, not because she was trying to make any kind of grand entrance but because like so many employed people, she simply just didn’t want to be there. She had a key to let herself in and begin her duties, those being anything Ariel asked of her, but she just held it out in front of her for a long time as she contemplated just how shit her life was in that moment.
She was doubtlessly about to subject herself to another days worth of abuse, of being recklessly fat shamed by a spoiled brat of a boss who felt extra entitled because she had such a slim and sexy body, a fit body that Kelly was shamelessly jealous of, the kind of gorgeous knock out body that filled pretty much everyone with envy, but especially Kelly who had once possessed such a perfect body in her own prime along with a promising future.
And now she was here, the fat assistant, the loser, the fat loser. She had long ago fallen from her throne and left her crown as Queen Bee to roll in sugar like a powdered doughnut. She had eaten herself into obesity and was left to stew in the irony that came with being a formerly fatphobic hot girl turned humiliated hog. Here she was desperate for money and clinging to a job as a submissive assistant to a skinny bitch because she was too afraid to be unemployed and looking for something else.
Once, Kelly had dreams that this job was going to make her better. It was going to force her to be social again. It was going to let her hangout with people like the person she used to be. She was going to make connections, network and progress careerwise. This was supposed to be a stepping stone, not an albatross around her neck weighing her down even more than her fat body was already doing. Kelly had hoped that she would feel so happy and financially secure that she would eventually be able to work on her body as well and get back to the fit figure she once had.
Instead she was only growing fatter.
The job made her stressed. The stress made her eat. The stress-eating made her fatter. Getting fatter gave her more stress so on and so forth, and along the way there was always Ariel who seemed to take great pleasure in speeding up Kelly’s downward spiral and finding amusement in her suffering. She made a point of keeping Kelly down, belittling her in front of others and making her look incompetent, making sure that Kelly felt damn sure that she would never be able to get a job in the fashion or entertainment industries if ever tried to leave. Hell, Kelly wasn’t even given the opportunity to network properly at all.
Kelly wasn’t allowed to come to the party last night. Instead she was stuck at home lounging around on the couch in nothing but plain underwear that she had long grown out of while binging on Netflix and an entire bag of potato chips chased by a tub of ice cream. And that was after eating two different frozen dinners.
The frozen dinners were supposed to be diet food. Of course, she had only planned on eating the one in the first place and calling it a night. But cauliflower rice isn’t very sustaining at all and the limp piece of frozen salmon that came with the meal didn’t even come with any kind of a sauce. So she finished that “dinner” and then tucked into a frozen lasagna made with low fat cheese. It was easily one of the most disgusting things that Kelly had ever tasted.
She ate the whole thing anyway.
Then she flopped her big fat blubber butt onto the couch and ate some real food, the last two drumsticks from a bucket of fried chicken. She had eaten the rest of the family sized bucket in one sitting after the burger incident with Ariel and had saved the last two pieces as her way of “being good”. She ate them cold because she had grown tired of using the microwave and didn’t want to wait for food anymore. Then she whipped her chubby, greasy fingers on her fat thighs because she wasn’t bothering to wear pants.
The underwear that she was wearing was old, stretched out and worn out. Once she loved to wear lacy things and thongs. Now she was in granny panties she had long since grown out of but was too stubborn to throw away. The plain cotton panties were frayed at the edges from the size of her enormous ass, and the middle had holes in it from constantly having to pick out wedgies as her big fat butt kept trying to eat the fabric.
Kelly’s bra was hanging together much better. Although her fat breasts were still overflowing the cups, because her breasts hadn’t grown nearly as much and as fast as her fat ass, her bra was largely still intact though the clasp was a fair bit strained.
After Kelly tore through the chicken and tossed the bones carelessly back into the bucket and the bucket even more carelessly onto the floor, she got up and lumbered back into her kitchen to grab a bag of chips which she also tore into after plopping back down onto the couch. Her fat butt settled perfectly into the couch’s indentation as she shoveled handful after handful of chips into her mouth.
Kelly did care about how much of a pig she was being anymore than she cared about whatever junk show she had on her tv. It was all background noise to her as she zoned out and just focused on moving her fat hand from the back of chips to her fat face with more chips in it to stuff her chubby cheeks with.
The chips were crunchy and extremely oily at the same time. It’s why they tasted so damn delicious and were so hopelessly addicting. She ate handful after handful with no sense of how much she was eating or how much time was passing. It was a completely mindless activity to her, munching on potato chips. Crumbs dotted her greasy cheeks. They fell into a cleavage. Occasionally she would scoop some out and lick her greasy fingers, but mostly she just kept reaching into the bag for more and more until the bag was left completely empty. She even upturned it over her mouth, an action that caused her double chin to inflate, and dumped whatever crumbs she could into her greedy maw.
After finishing the potato chips, Kelly tried to half heartedly wipe the crumbs from her body, but whatever crumbs didn’t wind up on the couch or floor got trapped in her deep belly button or trapped in other folds of fat. Her entire torso was turned into a greasy mess. But Kelly didn’t care.
It was time for ice cream.
By the time Kelly had rocked herself off the couch and waddled over to the ice cream she didn’t bother with a bowl and just grabbed the pint. She barely wanted to bother with a spoon. If the ice cream had been soft enough, she would have just scooped it out with her chubby fingers. But the hardness and the cold necessitated some kind of silverware, so Kelly grabbed the biggest spoon she could find, determined to shove as much ice cream as she could into her mouth as quickly as possible.
Her capacity for consuming ice cream was really quite impressive.
That poor pint of chunky monkey never stood a chance as it found its way into Kelly’s chunky belly. She ate scoop after scoop and fought through the brain freeze to eat that entire pint of ice cream. By the time Kelly finished all of the ice cream she was about ready to pass out.
Which is exactly what she did.
Once Kelly finished the ice cream she lay splayed out on the couch with the container rolling on the floor beside her. Her chubby cheeks were still covered with ice cream which also dolloped her doughy belly. That mass of fat began to rise and fall slowly as she snored loudly, mouth hung open and double chin inflated.
And that’s what brought her to today.
To this moment of extreme self-pity, of hating herself.
She had already gotten up early and barely managed a shower, which she knew she desperately needed to get the caked on ice cream off of her, before getting to the store for some groceries and the coming over here.
So here she stood, key in hand, loathing the inevitable. But eventually she gave in, just like she always did, put in the key, gave it a turn and walked right into a wall of Ariel’s whining .
“Kelly! Get your fat ass over here.”
And so it began.
The first thing that Kelly felt as she entered the house, other than the generalized anxiety the continuously hung on her like a heavy shroud attempting to smother her, was shock, shock at the mess that awaited her. It would have been unusual for Ariel to have thrown a party, or to leave even a few empty glasses and bottle quietly laying around, after a girls evening in. But this? This was something completely different.
There were food wrappers on the floor, there were plates piled up, and sitting by Kelly herself she could see one stained with crumbs and pizza sauce along with a tipped over empty glass.
And Kelly herself, laid out like a hungover queen on the couch after seemingly throwing a rather raucous after party just for herself. Kelly doubted that even Ariel had kept adequate track of how much and what she had eaten. And Ariel looked all the worse for wear because of it. It was really rather amusing to see Ariel for the first time looking so utterly defeated, so perfectly normal after a night of what must have been extremely hard partying.
Slowly, Kelly approached.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m here,” she said as she set the grocery bags down and stood over Ariel’s sprawled out body.
Ariel looked over at Kelly through half closed eyes and vaguely gestured toward the kitchen.
“Good. It’s about time. Make… make me a breakfast sandwich.”
Kelly looked down at the discarded plate and saw the tell-tale sign of matching tomato sauce on the corner of Ariel’s lips. And yet here she was still asking, demanding even, more food.
“A breakfast sandwich?”
“Yes, you stupid cow. I’m hungry! Make me a damn breakfast sandwich, you useless whale.”
Ariel was really whining now, and pushing her whole body in a kind of mock situp to add to her wild gesticulating.
And that’s when Kelly saw it.
When Ariel sat up and the loose knot that had cinched her robe shut fell apart, there was no mistaking it.
Ariel had a bit of a belly.
There was the tell tale signs of bloating, of the remnants of a meal that must have stuck around a little longer than Ariel had planned. And Kelly had to do her best to play dumb and keep a straight face and not give it away. This wasn’t some farce. Ariel wasn’t trying to show it off and play it all up as some kind of game. This was a genuine moment of imperfection, and it might not last forever, so Kelly wanted to savor it.
“Did you hear me, piggy?”
That’s right. Ariel wanted more food. Kelly would get to make her more food and make that bloating get a little bigger and a little longer. Maybe this was a crack that Kelly could widen further and then-
“Y-yes. Right away. I’ll get working on that right away.”
Kelly couldn’t allow herself to be distracted for too long and give it away to Ariel that something might be wrong or that she might be up to something. So she just picked up the groceries and started heading toward the kitchen.
“And make me a smoothie to go with it. I’m parched!”
“Of course!” replied Kelly while trying to hide the fact that she was positively giddy.
Kelly’s belly and butt bounced with joy, jiggling extra hard with all the pep she had in her step as she made her way into the kitchen. She was practically singing to herself as she pulled out the carton of eggs she had just brought along with some cheddar cheese and a roll for toasting. (Had she known what she was walking into she would have gone with a denser more calorie loaded bagel and made mental notes for next time- hoping that there would indeed be a next time.) Finally she pulled out her favorite part.
A big package of thick cut bacon.
She knew it would be too much to expect Ariel to eat an entire package of bacon by herself and not get sick. But, hey, a girl can dream. And dream she did as she went to work.
Kelly dreamed of Ariel stuffing her face. She dreamed of her begging for more even is she swelled and fattened before her eyes. She imagined Ariel rocking back and forth on the couch sweating as she struggled to get up but still greedy for more food. And she foresaw Ariel waddling about the kitchen desperately trying to get her chubby hands on snacks to stuff her fat face with.
It was delightful imagery as Kelly went to work on Ariel’s second breakfast with all the care of a Michelin star chef.
One roll, two eggs, two slices of cheddar cheese, three slices of bacon on the roll with three on the side. It was roughly 800 calories all told. And she cooked up the rest of the bacon for her own smaller sandwich and on the miraculous chance that Ariel still somehow wanted more.
Then she set herself to making the smoothie.
This was far less of a calorie bomb seeing as Kelly didn’t want to distract Ariel from eating the entire of the real gut grower, the bacon egg and cheese sandwich. But Kelly, who was rapidly becoming something of a human calorie calculator, figured out that the smoothie was still going to end up around 250 calories which would mean that if Ariel ate everything in her second breakfast alone that would be over 1,000 calories to start her day.
From there, curiosity really got the better of her, and Kelly took to sleuthing. In the fridge she could see the box of pizza, meat lovers’ and already down four slices. That was wild enough knowing that the pizza must have gotten there last night since she had been with Ariel for most of the day. Her head was spinning as she thought about how much pizza Ariel must have consumed which explained the unusual amount of bloating that she was experiencing. Like a real Sherlock Holmes, she deduced based on the amount of crumbs she saw on the plate that Ariel had likely only eaten one of those slices that morning. And based on the positioning of the pitcher of iced tea being toward the front of the fridge, she assumed that that was what Ariel drank to complete her pizza breakfast of champions.
Now that she was an amateur nutritionist with a strong ability to Google, Kelly surmised that Ariel had already eaten around 400 to 450 calories. That would bring to consuming almost 1,500 calories all before lunch or dinner or- dare she think about it- snacks. And given Ariel’s hungover state and general laziness, Kelly knew that she wouldn’t be working those calories off anytime soon.
They would be passing her lips and hopefully heading straight to her hips.
Kelly finished making the meal and then she put it on a tray for Ariel.
And she watched.
She watched Ariel take that first big bite of the sandwich and took note of the way bits of club to the side of her mouth. She watched as the grease from the bacon left a sheen on Ariel’s lips. And when Ariel took a second big bite of the sandwich, Kelly took the opportunity to peek under the tray to note the way Ariel’s bloated belly peaked over the waistband of her underwear now that she was sitting up.
The second bite of the bacon egg and cheese breakfast sandwich was followed by a third and then a fourth. And as Ariel ate, Kelly became even more comfortable with watching her do so since it became clear that Ariel was thoroughly lost in the deliciousness of the food before her. After the sixth bite of her sandwich, Ariel finally took a sip of the smoothie. But it was clear that the bacon egg and cheese was the priority as after that long sip she went right back to tucking in to the sandwich.
If anything, Ariel’s eating got faster.
Drips of sandwich fell onto Ariel’s plate, and Kelly handed her a fork to make sure she ate every calorie laden bite. Some bits of the sandwich fell into her cleavage and Kelly let Ariel fish those out on her own.
She enjoyed watching her do that.
She also enjoyed watching Ariel groan as the heavy sandwich filled her gut, but she was far too stubborn to stop. Still… Kelly couldn't help but put her thumb on the scale.
“Damn, I wish I could eat like you and not be fat,” she muttered to herself just loud enough for Ariel to here but quiet enough that it came off as a jealousy she was trying to keep secret.
That was all the motivation Ariel needed. With a grin she tore into the rest of the bacon egg and cheese sandwich, polished it off and picked up any pieces that fell so she could make a show of plopping them into her mouth. She was falling deeper into Kelly’s trap all too easily, and Kelly loved every moment of it.
Soon the bacon egg and cheese sandwich was completely gone with little evidence of its existence beyond a few crumbs and some smears of grease.
Then it was time for the smoothie.
It is hard to mess up a basic fruit smoothie, so Kelly was very confident that the one she made for Ariel was more than delicious enough to get her to drink the whole thing. Fruit smoothies are also deceptively fattening. It’s easy to hide behind the idea of fruit as automatically being healthy, but there’s a lot of calories in whole milk, which Kelly made sure to use, and a single banana alone has over one hundred calories. It was Kelly’s hope that the smoothie was good enough that Ariel would eventually want more of the same in larger servings and she could add two bananas.
With a smile on her face, Kelly watched Ariel suck down the smoothie and watched as Ariel’s stomach swelled accordingly with the addition of new liquid. Her tantalizing tummy was looking extra thick as the smoothie worked its way down her throat and into her growing gut. It was not hard for Kelly to imagine a future where this larger stomach was a more permanent feature. And thanks to the way Ariel was taking to her meal, Kelly was filled with the confidence she needed to swear herself to action and not just thought. This moment, as much as she wanted to savor it, was just a small one, one of many.
Ariel was delighted with herself when she finished the smoothie. It was delicious and just the thing she needed to aid in her recovery. Plus, her big meal had the additional benefit of making fat ass Kelly jealous. After she made sure she loudly sucked down the final dregs of her smoothie and licked whatever residue from her sandwich was still on her fingers off, Ariel made her satisfaction known with a loud, unladylike burp, a nice wet belch, and then a smacking of her stomach with both hands.
She began to massage her bloated belly without even realize it.
Kelly was almost caught smiling as Ariel turned her head toward her to pay her the rare compliment.
“That was actually good, Kelly,” she said as she continued to rub her belly.
“I mean like, damn. No wonder you’re so fat, making food like that. You eat like a pig and you eat good, don’t you? It’s a good thing I have the metabolism that I did otherwise I might end up almost as fat and disgusting as you.”
“Y-yeah. You’re really blessed.”
“Of course you are. And you should be, Fatso.”
Kelly clenched her fists and wanted to say more, but she knew it was best to let things go for now and just keep looking forward to the day when she would be calling Ariel Fatso.
Ariel just looked at Kelly standing there impotently and laughed before mouthing the word “Fatso” to herself once more.
Then Ariel felt another symptom of her hangover. While she was no longer nauseous, she did feel an overwhelming sense of tiredness rush over her thanks to the combination of her general lack of sleep and the comfort of her heavy meal. Her eyes were struggling to stay open and she was already starting to dream about what the next meal Kelly would make for her could be.
Slowly she managed to push herself up off of the couch. To Kelly’s delight, as she turned to go upstairs, Ariel stopped to pick a few pieces of bacon off of Kelly’s plate.
“I’m going to go upstairs and take a nap. Take care to have lunch prepared when I wake up in a couple of hours.”
That was something Kelly would do gladly.
Once the tuckered out Ariel was safely upstairs and tucked into bed, Kelly allowed herself her first vocalized squeal of delight, followed by a furtive burst of giggling and a light bit of fist pumping at the thought of what she had already accomplished as well as what laid ahead. Kelly was a happy little fatty with plans of turning Ariel in a big sad fatty swimming around in her head.
But first Kelly had to sit down and finish off her own meal. She had to hand it to herself. Being fat for so long now had apparently turned her into a pretty good cook, at least when it came to making greasy and heavy meals. She also had to admit to herself that she was missing the pieces of bacon Ariel had stolen off her plate. But then that reminder that she was actually eating far lighter than Ariel was brought about another fit of giggles. And to think, this was all just the beginning. It was already time for her next move.
Kelly was not content to rest on her laurels. Once she was done with her meal, she cleaned up the rest of Ariel’s mess. After all, it was better to not have reminders of what Ariel had eaten today and the night before just laying around should Ariel wake up from her nap and suddenly be far more coherent. Signs of her own wanton binging might scare her off pigging out for the rest of the day.
And Kelly wasn’t going to let this little piggy go now that she finally had her right where she wanted her.
After the cleaning was done, Kelly turned her eyes and mind back to the bags of groceries she had just purchased and what to do with them. It was a simple enough task, she realized after several moments of staring at the groceries while overwhelmed with the possibilities and paralyzed by choice. She just needed to think like herself. She just needed to think like a fat girl.
That’s how she would turn Ariel into a fatty too.
For lunch she eventually decided on a creamy spinach chicken alfredo dish. She could use the spinach to pass the dish off as healthy and push the chicken as being an important source of lean protein, but the real calories would be hidden in all the cream and cheese- and cream cheese- that the recipe called for. It was perfect. She doubted she’d even need the cover story with the state that Ariel was in. Kelly figured that her little piglet would likely eagerly eat whatever slop was put in front of her, but it was good to have a backstory just in case. Kelly was not going to settle for resistance, not now, not when she was so determined to get the ball rolling on turning Ariel into a ball of blubbery fat.
The hardest thing for Kelly to decide was whether or not she should use rotini or farfalle pasta in the dish, and while the bow-tie pasta was indeed her personal favorite pasta shape, the fact that rotini reminded her of little curl pig tails was too funny, and that’s what she ended up going with. After that the rest of the dish was pretty simple to bring together.
She cooked and shredded some chicken, and she made the sauce using heavy cream, cream cheese, parmesan cheese, and seasoned with salt, pepper and some Goya adobo powder along with a fresh clove of minced garlic. Was this an authentic Italian alfredo recipe? Almost certainly not, but Kelly wasn’t going for authenticity. She was going for delicious and fattening, and it was certainly both of those things.
The finished dish sat being kept warm on the stove for quite a while before the soon to be plump princess arose from her nap and stumbled her way downstairs still in her post nap haze, and Kelly was pleased to see that she was still dressed just in her robe which had opened just enough to reveal that the bloating from this morning’s meal was still hanging around just like her hangover. But as Ariel walked past, Kelly could hear her stomach rumble which was the tell-tale sign that she was ready for more, and Kelly was eager to fatten her further.
When Ariel sat down to eat the meal she was served, she did so without any of her usual snarky comments. The smell of the food alone silenced her, and she ate it with gusto, digging in and quickly consuming forkful after forkful. Kelly didn’t need any words of approval from Ariel. The moans of delight told her how much Ariel was enjoying the fattening dish. She was right, she hadn’t needed the backstory. Ariel was already putty in her hands, and soon her fit body would be turning to mush.
To sell Ariel on having a second bowl, a soft sell for sure, Kelly played up the fact that she herself was sticking to just a salad to try and lose weight. This brought some snark from Ariel but also served its purpose. Ariel eagerly filled her bowl with a second helping so large that it practically spilled out of the bowl. And after devouring that there was so little left in the pot that Ariel naturally figured she might as well finish it off rather than waste it.
She ate the last of the pasta dish directly from the pot and then used her fingers to scoop up the leftover cream.
After that it was time for a retreat into watching some shitty reality shows and taking another nap to finish her hangover recovery. Kelly gave her a nice sugary Gatorade to help with this as well.
Kelly took that second nap as an opportunity to make a second trip to the grocery store. This time she wouldn’t be able to expense the ingredients but a little extra expense to herself was worth it for significant expanse to Ariel’s waistline. She restocked everything she had already used that day and picked up a few more things like ground beef, a variety of cheeses, a chocolate cake and some ice cream.
She even restocked the iced tea that she knew Ariel liked.
By the time she got back from her trip to the grocery store and sorted through all the ingredients she had at her disposal, both old and new, Kelly decided she would keep things fairly simple for the evening meal.
Tacos.
Kelly toasted up some soft tortillas and filled them up with ground beef that she had cooked with tomato paste, garlic and onion and seasoned with salt, pepper and adobo, along with lettuce, diced tomatoes and lots of shredded Mexican cheese blend and sour cream. She avoided the cilantro because she knew that to Ariel that tasted like soap, and she made the real selling point of the dish the avocado she had purchased because she knew that Ariel would easily identify it as “the good kind of fat.”
Ariel easily ate three of the tacos. She was quite the messy little piglet about it too, getting avocado, sour cream, and other taco remnants all over her slender but greasy fingers. The grease from the ground beef ran down her hands to her wrist as well as dour the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Ariel didn’t care. She seldom used a napkin to clean up either and much preferred to just suck on her fingers.
With the tacos down and room for dessert, Kelly served up a slice of chocolate cake and a side of vanilla ice cream. She was going for simple and elegant.
What she ended up with was also apparently boring. Ariel didn’t take to the chocolate cake nearly as enthusiastically as she had everything else that day. She was damn near dainty with it. Even when Kelly made a show of not eating dessert herself, that was only enough to get Ariel to cut herself a much slimmer second slice. And slimmer was not what Kelly was looking for. She wanted bigger, fatter, always fatter.
Still, there was enjoyment to be had in watching Ariel eat anything, and Kelly knew that cake was calories and calories were fat. Every calorie counted today because she knew that Ariel was doing nothing to work them off and she would soon just go to bed and let all of those calories slowly settle into new found pounds on her perfect body while she slept.
Each bite enraptured Kelly even if there weren’t as many bites of that chocolate cake as she would have hoped.
Ariel did seem to take pretty well to the ice cream though. She had two scoops of that without any prompting and likely would have had more of the allure of bed hadn’t called to her one last time.
“You did good today, piggy. But I’m calling it a fucking night.”
Kelly made mental notes to herself that she would have to step her dessert game up if she was really going to pump Ariel full of fattening calories. But all told, she was pretty proud of what she was able to accomplish that day.
It had been a well deserved lazy day for Ariel, full of much needed sleep and some really good food. She went to bed with a full belly and a smile on her face, unaware of some of the ice cream that was still dotting the corner of her mouth.
Kelly left for home and went to bed satisfied that night too.
And with the knowledge that she still had a long way to go.
